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chuuyrr · 2 months

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LET THE FEAR YOU HAVE FALL AWAY, I'VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU — FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY .ᐟ

𐀔·˚ CW(s): f! reader, bsd chapter 112 & 113 spoilers, religious themes, angst/comfort, reader is hinted to have an angel-like ability, poetic-ish writing

𐀔·˚ SYNOPSIS: like lucifer's descent from heaven's height, he fell and you followed

𐀔·˚ NOW PLAYING: say yes to heaven by lana del rey

in the grand halls of the museum, where the walls were adorned with masterpieces of art from centuries past, you first caught sight of him—fyodor dostoevsky, with his magnetic presence and mysterious aura, stood before a painting, his gaze fixed on the canvas as if it held the secrets of the universe.

amidst the splendor of renaissance masterpieces and timeless classics, you stood, a vision of innocence and wonder, your eyes drawn to the enigmatic figure across the room.

despite the warnings whispered by your intuition, you couldn't resist the urge to approach him, couldn't ignore the magnetic pull that seemed to bind you to him amidst the strokes of paint and layers of history.

fyodor continues to gaze upon the famous religious painting that hung on the far wall, depicting the fall of lucifer from heaven's height, "it's a hauntingly beautiful piece, isn't it?" you muse, your eyes lingering on the intricate details of the canvas.

he nods, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes not leaving the painting, "indeed, it is. it captures the tragedy of lucifer's descent, his fall from grace immortalized in paint and canvas."

"and yet," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, "i cannot help but feel a strange kinship with him, with the fallen angel who defied the heavens for love."

fyodor's gaze shifts from the painting to you, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of curiosity and understanding as you continue speaking, "you know, love has a way of defying the rules of the universe."

he murmurs his response, fyodor's voice carrying a weight of experience beyond his years, "it can lead us to places we never imagined, make us do things we never thought ourselves capable of."

you nod, captivated by the intensity of his gaze, "and yet, it can also lead to our downfall," you reply softly, a hint of sadness tingling your words. "like the fallen angel, we may find ourselves cast out from the heavens, destined to wander in the darkness for eternity."

"but perhaps," fyodor muses, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet carrying something heavy in it, "it is in the darkness that we truly find ourselves; in the depths of despair."

you are silent for a moment, lost in thought as you contemplate his words, "say, do you believe that we can find redemption, even after falling from grace?" you ask, your voice hesitant yet hopeful.

your question hangs in the air, a weighty silence settling between you and fyodor. his gaze, once warm and reassuring, now holds a hint of uncertainty, as if grappling with the complexities of your inquiry.

"redemption," he repeats, the word tasting bitter on his tongue, "a concept that eludes even the most devout of believers. for who among us can claim to be free from sin, to be worthy of redemption?"

you listen, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. there is a darkness in him that you cannot ignore, a shadow that clouds his every action and motive.

"and yet," fyodor continues, his voice softer now, almost pleading, "i cannot help but believe that there is hope for us yet. that despite our flaws and failings, we are capable of finding that salvation.. don't you think so, dear?"

you want to believe him, to cling to the flicker of hope that he offers, but doubts linger in the recesses of your mind. can redemption truly be found in the embrace of someone so steeped in darkness?

as you wrestle with your doubts, fyodor reaches out, his hand gentle against your cheek, his touch cold as ice, yet inviting like snow, "together," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in your soul, "we can redeem ourselves, and find peace."

his words are a siren song, luring you deeper into the abyss. and though a part of you knows that following him will only lead to further darkness, you find yourself unable to resist.

for in the presence of this stranger, you feel a sense of purpose, and so, with a heavy heart and a mind clouded by doubt, you choose to follow him into the unknown, clinging to the hope that somehow, you will find the light at the end of the tunnel.

fyodor knew, as he gazed into your eyes, that you possessed a power beyond measure. it was an ability born of innocence and purity, yet tempered by the trials of the world. he saw the light that radiated from your soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded him.

and you, in turn, sensed the darkness that lurked within him, the shadowy depths of his being that he kept hidden from the world. but despite the warnings whispered by your intuition, you couldn't resist the pull of his presence, couldn't deny the longing that stirred within your heart whenever you were near him.

in shadows deep, where whispers weave,

two souls entwined, in love's deceitful sieve.

you, the angel with wings of gold,

he, the fallen, his secrets untold.

despite the warning bells ringing in your mind, you find yourself inexorably drawn to fyodor, like a moth to a flame. his charisma and conviction are like a siren's call, beckoning you deeper into the abyss of his twisted ideology.

as he speaks of blessings for the children and happiness to the world to your ears, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. his words, laced with honeyed deceit, cloak the darkness of his actions in the guise of righteousness.

and yet, when he speaks of god and his desire for perfection and harmony, there is a fervor in his voice that is hard to ignore. he paints himself as a righteous crusader, a chosen vessel for carrying out the lord's will in a world plagued by sin.

but beneath the facade of piety lies a darkness that you cannot reconcile. you see the cruelty in his actions, the pain he inflicts on innocent souls in the name of his twisted version of salvation—from the rats in the house of the dead to the decay of angel. all of it.

his words offer a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounds you, but deep down, you can't shake the feeling of unease. you've witnessed the cruelty he inflicts upon others, the pain he causes in the name of his twisted vision of righteousness, along with the lives he took from others.

"what about those who suffer because of your actions?" you press, your voice quivering with emotion as your feathered wings of an angel folded behind your back, red splattered on white as if it was red blood and white snow, "do you believe they can find redemption too?"

fyodor's expression darkens for a moment, a shadow passing over his features before he regains his composure, "sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good," he replies, his voice cold and distant, "it is a small price to pay for the salvation of humanity."

you recoil at his words, the weight of his callousness pressing down on you like a leaden blanket. despite your doubts, despite the whispers of your conscience urging you to flee, you find yourself unable to turn away from him.

feeling the weight of your doubts and fears, fyodor's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand in his. his touch is cold, a strange yet comforting contrast to the warmth that had settled over your soul.

"my dear," he begins, his voice gentle and reassuring, "i understand your concerns. it's natural to question, to doubt, in the face of uncertainty. but trust me when i say that everything i do, i do with the utmost conviction, with the belief that it is for the greater good."

his words soothe the turmoil in your heart, if only for a moment. you find yourself drawn to the sincerity in his eyes, the earnestness of his conviction. despite the darkness that surrounds him, there is a flicker of something genuine within him, a spark of humanity that refuses to be extinguished—his love for you.

"and as for those who suffer," he continues, his voice filled with compassion, "know that i carry the burden of their pain with me always. it is a heavy cross to bear, but i do so willingly, in the hope of bringing about a better world."

as he speaks, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, a quiet acceptance of the path that lies ahead. in his embrace, you find solace, a refuge from the storm raging within your soul and as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, you feel a warmth spread through you.

as the warmth of fyodor's embrace envelops you, you can't shake the nagging doubts that linger in the corners of your mind. despite his reassurances, you still can't help but wonder if the path you're on truly leads to redemption or if it's veering dangerously close to damnation.

and then, just when you least expect it, fyodor's gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away, "do you love me?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper, but it reverberates through the depths of your soul like a thunderclap.

his question catches you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. you find yourself drowning in the depths of his gaze, lost in the swirling currents of emotion that swirl within you.

it's as if he's pulling you in, drawing you closer with an irresistible allure that you can't resist. like a fallen angel tempting a pure soul yet to succumb to darkness, he wraps you in his embrace, his touch setting your heart ablaze with a fire you can't extinguish.

speechless at first, you find yourself caught in the gravity of fyodor's deep gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. his words echo in the caverns of your mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions that threaten to consume you.

but fyodor doesn't wait for your response. instead, he continues, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around you like a comforting embrace.

"let your fear fall away, my love," he whispers, his words a gentle reassurance against the storm raging within your soul, "i am here for you, always. trust in me, trust in our love, and together we will rise above the darkness that threatens to engulf us."

his words are like a lifeline in the midst of a tempest, offering you solace and strength when you need it most. and as you gaze into his eyes, you feel a sense of calm wash over you, a quiet acceptance of the path that lies ahead.

"do you love me?" fyodor asks again, his voice filled with a raw vulnerability that pierces through the facade of his confidence, "say yes to heaven, to us. say yes to me, my love."

his words hang in the air, a silent plea that tugs at your heartstrings. and in that moment, as you stand on the precipice of uncertainty, you know that you have a choice to make. you can cling to the safety of your doubts and fears, or you can take a leap of faith into the unknown, guided by the hand of the one you love.

with a trembling breath, you meet fyodor's gaze, your voice barely above a whisper as you utter the words that seal your fate.

"yes," you say, your heart pounding in your chest, "i love you. i say yes to heaven, to us."

beneath the moonlight's gentle glow, fyodor draws you close, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that ignites a firestorm of passion within you. it's a kiss that tastes of forbidden desires and whispered promises.

as his lips press against yours, you feel a surge of electricity coursing through your veins, a sensation so intense it threatens to consume you whole. it's a feeling you've never experienced before, a heady mix of longing and surrender that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

in that moment, you realize that you are no longer the innocent angel you once were. the blood of the lives you took stains your feathery wings, a reminder of the sins you've committed in the name of love. and yet, as you wrap your wings around fyodor, drawing him closer to you, you know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

for in his embrace, you find redemption, a sense of purpose that transcends the boundaries of morality and reason. and as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of his kiss, you know that you have chosen your path, for better or for worse.

like a fallen angel corrupting a pure soul, fyodor has led you astray, tempting you with the forbidden fruit of his love and yet, as you surrender to the darkness that consumes you both.

as the helicopter carrying fyodor descends towards the building, panic grips the air. dazai and chuuya watch in horror, their voices drowned out by the deafening roar of the crashing metal.

nikolai, the ally of your love, tasked with keeping you restrained for your own safety, struggles in vain to keep you chained, but his efforts prove futile against the strength of your resolve.

with a defiant cry, your white, feathery, angelic wings unfurled with a majestic flourish. the chains that once held you captive fall away like brittle twigs, unable to withstand the force of your determination.

with a powerful flap of your wings, you launch yourself into the air, soaring towards the burning wreckage with a sense of urgency that borders on desperation. the wind rushes past you, whipping through your hair and stirring the feathers of your wings as you race against time to reach fyodor.

as your heart heavy with determination, you set your sights on him, your angelic wings carrying you towards the helicopter where he lies bloodied and impaled.

fyodor's surprise is evident as he sees you, freed from the chains that once bound you, rushing to his side. but as you reach out to save him, the flames engulfing the helicopter grow stronger, fueled by the chaos of the moment.

as you rush to fyodor's side amidst the chaos and flames, his surprise is palpable, "what have you done?" he gasps, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of desperation, "why did you come after me?"

but you meet his gaze with unwavering determination, your voice steady despite the turmoil surrounding you as tears blur your vision, "because i'm longer afraid," you reply, your words a declaration of your unwavering love and loyalty, "and i said yes to heaven, to you. i love you."

fyodor's expression softens, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes as he takes in your words.

the flames of the crashing helicopter engulf you both, fyodor's mind races with disbelief. never in all his years, through all the eras he has traversed, did he imagine that someone as angelic as you would follow his descent into darkness until the very end.

despite your efforts, you realize with a sinking heart that it's too late. the flames rage around you, the turbulence of the crashing metal making it impossible for you to fly any longer. and in that moment of desperation, you know that your fate is sealed, bound together with fyodor's in a tragic twist of destiny.

dazai, chuuya, and nikolai can only watch in horror as the helicopter, carrying the two of you, descends into the inferno below, and it's a scene straight out of a nightmare, the fall of lucifer from heaven's height mirrored in the downfall of fyodor with you.

but in that fleeting moment before oblivion claims him, fyodor felt a surge of gratitude mixed with sorrow. gratitude for the love and loyalty you showed him, despite the darkness that consumed him.

sorrow for the tragedy that befell both of you, a consequence of his own actions and the twisted path he had chosen.

the world around him fades into darkness, but fyodor's thoughts still linger on you, his angel who chose to follow him into the depths of hell. and in that final moment of clarity, he finds a small measure of peace, knowing that even in death, you loved him, and he loved you.

as the heavens wept with auburn for your tragic tale, you danced on where shadows prevail. for he was both god and devil, intertwined, and you, his angel, forever confined.

and in the echoes of your love's demise,

you cherish the moments, beneath starlit skies.

for in his darkness, you found your light,

a love that burned, fierce in the night.

𐀔·˚ TAGGING: @aureatchi @soleelia @little-miss-chaos @cheriiyaya @himikoslove @atzuhi @enjisthings @chizenn

𐀔·˚ A.N.: this is my first ever fyodor fic, hopefully he wasn't too ooc, and as for the plot? the start where you and him meet was inspired by @/aureatchi or reverie with her fondness for fyodor and museums. it felt so so fitting !! also the angst and comfort of the plot was very intended ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

#fyodor x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fyodor #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bungou stray dogs x reader

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babycharmander · 10 months

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TW ANTISEMITISM. THERE WILL BE DEPICTIONS OF ANTISEMITIC ARTWORK AND TEXT IN THIS POST.

Okay so, this is not the kind of post I normally make, ever, nor a sort of post I ever wanted to make. But this is an incredibly important issue that goes beyond fandom stuff, and I've talked with a few other people about it to confirm that it is something concerning.

I want to start by saying that I am not Jewish, but I know that you should never let antisemitism get its foot in the door. (If anyone who reads this is Jewish and needs to correct me on anything, please do so immediately.)

This was posted to the tags yesterday:

[ID: A screenshot of a post from @/liu4ka. The caption at the top reads "well he looks at me / and i look at him / and then he smiles" in very small, stylized text. The image below is artwork of Otto, facing right, with his eyes squinted and his mouth in a skewed, toothy grin, with his hands held up in a strange way. /end ID]

This picture looks perfectly fine at first glance... but the thing is, that caption you see there was not the original caption. I managed to get a screenshot of it before it was changed, and the original caption was this:

[ID: A screenshot of the original caption of the above post, which reads "well he looks at me / and i look at him / and then he smiles like sly jew" /end ID]

That's... a weird way to describe a smile. I'd wondered if this was referencing something, and apparently the first two lines are lyrics from a Weird Al song, but the third line is definitely not. That was making alarm bells ring in my mind, along with the pose Otto was in (which I'll explain in a moment).

Still, I wanted to give this user the benefit of a doubt, because it's entirely possible to unknowingly say something that sounds Bad. So I looked at their other account on VK (which is a Russian website that is, as I understand it, similar to Facebook--they have the same name there and post some of the same art). It didn't take me long before I found... this (photo taken with the google translate app). (I hate sharing this, but I need to show proof here):

[ID: A photo of a computer screen taken from the Google Translate app. It features a character facing right, with their eyes narrowed and with a toothy grin on their face and their hands clasped in a specific way in reference to the "happy merchant" Nazi meme. The caption reads "SCARY JEWISH MUSIC PLAYS." /end ID]

It's not in the screenshot here, but the post this was in also had a song linked with it whose title directly referenced the "happy merchant" meme.

If you're not familiar with that meme, please look it up, as I'm NOT comfortable putting that image on my blog. But it's an image people should be familiar with because it is VERY FREQUENTLY referenced by white supremacists and nazis, and that's what's being referenced here.

Obviously not every single piece of art with a character giving a sly look is going to be a reference to that meme, but CONTEXT is important. The Otto image isn't posed exactly like the meme--the hands are not the same--but alongside the original caption AND given the other art this same artist has drawn, I don't think there's any room for doubt here.

What also doesn't help the case is that there was misinformation going around that Otto was canonically Jewish, so I don't think any of this is coincidental.

I feel awful writing this stuff up. I never wanted to make a post like this, but this was a case where I felt like I should not remain quiet. Once again, this is something that goes beyond fandom. Antisemitism is not something you ever, EVER want let through the door, ANYWHERE. I do not want it in this community, and you shouldn't either.

If any member of the Jewish community wants to correct me on anything or add to this, please do so.

Thank you.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #tw antisemitism

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onedamnminuteadmiral · 27 days

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@practicefortheheart I are collabing! For this piece, I wrote a 500-word fic, and Nina drew a beautiful piece inspired by it! Next, Nina will draw and I will write inspired by their art!

See their INCREDIBLE art here:

And read the fic below!

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Homesick

The flower sparkles with dew, its thousands of concentric yellow petals mesmerizing, calling Jim to kneel beside it. It reminds him of Earth's sun, Iowa summers, though he is further from his childhood home than he has ever been. Further than any man has ever been, in fact.

"Captain," Spock says, casting a shadow over the flower before Jim even lifts his eyes. "It would be unwise to fall too far behind the landing party."

The voices of Jim’s crewmates echo off the trees and into the depths of this strange and alien forest, as their bright uniforms disappear behind the foliage. They have a mission on this planet. They always do.

"Join me," Jim says. He scoots to the side, and motions to the spot where his knees have left wet indents in the loam and soil.

Spock hesitates. But he’s used to Jim's whims by now, maybe even fond of indulging them. He tucks his tricorder to his chest and kneels, letting the dappled sunlight through the canopy once again shine over the flower. It's the only one like it in this clutch of grass, in the whole forest as far as Jim can tell.

Jim wonders if it's lonely.

"I wanted to pick it," Jim murmurs, as Spock reaches forward to touch a light fingertip to an even lighter petal. "But I don't see any others. Can you imagine if my sentimentality eradicated an entire species of flora?" He chuckles to himself, smiles.

"You are feeling sentimental?" Spock asks. He withdraws his touch, a glimmer of dew clinging to his finger.

"Always," Jim admits. “I’ve been homesick.” He tilts his head to look at Spock, how beautiful and calm he is, how close.

Spock nods, understanding as he understands everything about Jim, that Jim wouldn't trade his life of exploration for anything.

“It is an aesthetically pleasing specimen,” Spock says, which isn't what he actually means. He means ‘I hear you. I see you. I am here with you.’

A curious call echoes through the trees, no doubt the landing party realizing their superior officers have strayed. And Jim closes his eyes, sighs. Reluctantly, he puts his hands on his knees and shoves himself to his feet.

“They're ringing the dinner bell, Mister Spock,” he says. But Spock is stuck in place beside the little flower. Before Jim can even think to stop him, Spock reaches forward and plucks the bloom at its stem with a tiny snap.

“Spock!” Jim practically gasps. Spock stands, unfazed.

“I have observed many of these plants budding throughout the forest. This one is not the last of its kind, merely the first to bloom.” Almost childlike, he holds the flower out to Jim. “You will enjoy it.”

Jim stares at the flower for all of a moment before the blush rises on his cheeks. He reaches out. Their fingers brush. He doesn't let go of the flower, and neither does Spock, and their eyes lock and Jim’s heart flutters, and suddenly --

Suddenly, Jim isn't homesick at all.

#admiral writes #pracicefortheheart #space husbands #k/s #spirk #t'hy'la #star trek #my fic #ficlet

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azrielgreen · 4 months

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remember why you started

it can be so easy to start creating for others and stop doing it for yourself, but that's where it fucks up every time. there has to be a pure vein of creation just for creation's sake, for your own wild and weird indulgence in the things that caught your attention and stoked your passion. when you trade that for external praise, you begin to lose your natural love for the core experience, and it becomes work. you become obsessed with numbers, with interactions, your "place" among others and before you know it, some bullshit hierarchy has formed and all that matters is no one overtaking you, no one doing the things you were doing first because what if they do them better? what if people stop looking at what you're creating? what if you gave everything you had, and everybody leaves anyway?

create for yourself. create for YOU and you alone, in at least one area of your life. not for money, not for attention, not for validation. just one little piece of fertile earth preserved for your weird little universe of exploration and inspiration and delightful failures and unexpected brilliance.

of course it feels wonderful to have people praising your work, to have touched people in some small way, to be SOMEONE, but here's the thing. you already were someone. you were you. and this attention, this validation and praise and interaction... it never lasts. it can't last. everything passes. the only way to truly get people to stay longer than they would, is to give everything you have and more, to break yourself down into pieces and sell them off one by one, become a content machine, or worse, to become a person who steps on others to be taller. someone who polices what others create.

but none of it is real or lasting. tumblr isn't real. twitter isn't real. the cliques aren't real. of a hundred people you know in your fandom experience, three of them might be true friends.

what is real, and what lasts, is what you create.

that's what people will find in ten years time when scrolling AO3 at one AM after a horrible fucking day, if the internet hasn't gone down forever, and that is what touches people. not the things you made purely for validation or comments or popularity. the art you made for you. imagination through the lens of a person whose experiences have shaped them uniquely, beautiful and strange and unknowable to someone else who has not had that same life experience, yet there, available, open and inviting, would you like to feel something new?

so please, when you find yourself dedicating more time to your socials and the construct of your online persona than the actual thing you were creating that first set fire to your passion, think about this. if it won't matter in five years, don't give it more than 5 minutes.

when you find yourself thinking "if i write this, people will really love it and respond to it, it's what's popular right now, everyone's talking about it, this will get me back where i was before" my darling, no it won't. creating for the sole outcome of interaction and praise and attention is a waste of your beautiful energy.

i've made plenty of mistakes, i'm still making them as i go along, but i have never stopped creating for myself and i never will.

people will write the thing better than you, they WILL get more attention, comments, reblogs, impressions, likes, kudos, you'll never hold onto the height of it, because everything changes, everything passes and that's how it should be. passion is river; depriving your interests of momentum and variation will make it a stagnant pond. embrace the new, trust that it will feel good again in new ways and just keep creating what you love, for the one person who needs it most - you.

you make art for yourself first.

that's why you started.

you made the thing you couldn't find anywhere else, your way.

and THAT is what will last.

#writing fanfiction #fic writing #fandom is a fickle thing and i hate seeing people break themselves down over it #normalise writing flops out the gate and moving right onto the next #success is what happens when youre too busy to look for it

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shegatsby · 3 months

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Heyy! Its me again haha. I really wanted to thank you, this turned out really good!♡

I also have another idea..

Okay so reader is Will's cousin and they are visiting Will, Hannibal doesn't know and decides to pay Will a visit but he's currently at the store so he starts talking with the reader and they find out they have much in common like being fans of arts, opera and cooking.. and then reader says they are applying for a job in Baltimore as maybe an arts teach or smth. And 5 to 6 months after that reader meets Hannibal again in a museum of arts, they again start talking and catching up, exchanging numbers and staying in contact for awhile until Hannibal gets 'captured' and then of course everything that happens after that, Hannibal tries contacting reader in that time but it seems as reader blocked him.. and then I thought that maybe it would be like after the fall that Hannibal finally gets in contact with reader and they finally start building a romantic relationship!^^

So yeah thats my idea. I really hope you like this idea and can make something of it. Your writing is like honestly amazing and I would be really excited if you would do this considering the other one was so well made.. I wish you a wonderful late new year and to everyone else aswell! <3

A/N; I cannot believe I've finished this while listening to Justin Bieber -Maria lol Sorry its a bit long but i really enjoyed writing it. Also thank you for your kind words, i'm here to serve the fandom. <3 sorry for any typos since English isn't my native language. Oh, i hope you'll have an amazing year and i hope you'll heal from your past wounds.

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warnings; mention of cirme, thats it. its safe kiddos.

You had to walk into the store in order to get warm and also buy groceries for your dear cousin. Will Graham. You were visiting him for a week and he asked you to cook your famous stew, in cold days like this a warm stew would cheer anyone up, so after breakfast you decided to get dressed and go to the store while Will was making cookies for his guest. You didn’t know who the guest was but he said he wanted you two to meet. You only nodded and left the house. Inside was warm, and smelled nice, you loved grocery shopping and cooking for people. It was your way of showing your affection towards beloved ones. You were in the wine section, decided to make some hot wine. As you were trying to reach to the top shelf you heard a calm yet dominant voice saying ‘’Allow me.’’ And on your peripheral vision you saw a man’s hand reaching for the wine you wanted. ‘’Here you go.’’ You turned to face the owner of that deep voice, ‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, observing his maroon orbits. Such a distinct color, you thought. ‘’Elegant choice. Most people don’t go for that brand.’’ He announced, Doctor Hannibal Lecter never made small conversations with people he didn’t know but when he noticed that this person knew a good quality wine he just wanted to chat. ‘’I’m making hot wine for today. This one is the best for that.’’ You said smiling, he smiled back. ‘’What is your go to choice?’’ he had this strange aura that made you want to talk to him, normally you would smile and say goodbye but he intrigued you to your core. ‘’If I’m visiting a close friend I pick this one, which that’s what I’m doing today.’’ You looked at the brand he was holding, ‘’I always admired the painting on that bottle. Such baroque colors.’’ He raised an eyebrow to your statement, ‘’I assume you’re interested in art?’’

‘’Always have been. Actually once the paper work is done I’ll start working in Baltimore with painters. They opened a studio and asked if I could work with them.’’ That’s when Hannibal noticed the small and dry paint residue on your dominant hand. ‘’I live in Baltimore and I hope to see your paintings one day at an art gallery. Good luck.’’ He smiled a warm smile which reminded you the sunset in winter, it gave you hope for the future.

‘’Thank you so much.’’ You said and you both walked to your separate ways. However, fate had its own webs to arbitrate in your behalf.

Once you reached to your cousin’s home you saw a car on the front yard, apparently his guest have arrived. You climbed the porch and used the spare key Will gave you. You could hear two man talking about a murder case, you knew what your cousin’s job was and he was so passionate about it that every week he would call you and tell you about a new case. In the entire family he chose you as his special blood connection. You two have always been considered as outlaws, or ‘’the freaks’’ and this made you more close to one another. ‘’I’m home.’’ You announced to let them know, just in case if they were talking secret FBI files. ‘’Come in Y/N.’’ you heard your cousin say with enthusiasm. You quickly left the bags on the kitchen counter and washed your hands, you had slightly cleaning obsession which Will never forgot to point it out. ‘’Hi!’’ you wore your warmest smile and walked into the living room which was at the back of the house and it had a door that opened to the back yard.

As soon as you walked in you saw that man from the store, sitting on the single armchair, holding a coffee mug in his large hand. You froze in your steps, watched him stand up, fix his clothes subtly and extend his hand towards you, ‘’What a lovely coincidence. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You took his hand, it was warm and manly, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’ Will was puzzled but you explained to him quickly.

That night you asked him to stay longer and he helped you coking the stew and making the hot wine. 3 of you talked and explored new ideas about their cases, they were really keen on getting a fresh perspective from you about their recent case.

It had been months since that strange coincidence, since that you were working in that studio you mentioned to him and rented a small apartment for yourself and your cat. Things were going pretty smoothly and for the first time you and your team had an opening at the Baltimore Museum of Arts, it was an important night for you and you dressed up accordingly. Elegant yet showing your curves in a subtle way. A black velvet dress that was above the knee, black high heels, a fresh blow out, red lips and red nails. You felt like a goddess and walked like one as well. The event started at 8 pm, you were there with your colleges making sure everything was ready.

You were nervous so your colleagues greeted the guests who were mostly middle aged white people, you didn’t mind, since no one knew your face you could stand behind guests and listen their criticism about your work. It was fun, drinking your champagne and listening to rich folk who knew nothing about art making assumptions, some wondered about the artist but you were safe. You were standing right next to them and they didn’t know who you were. You had no idea about what was going to happen that night and that excited you deeply.

‘’Hello Y/N.’’ someone addressed you directly, for some reason you felt like a deer caught in the red lights. You turned to face the owner of that dominant voice, it was him. You almost dropped the empty champagne glass you were holding, he had a smirk on his plump lips. He grabbed your empty glass, a waiter was near you two so he gave the empty glasses to him got new ones, ‘’May I say you look ravishing tonight.’’ His comment made you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, ‘’Thank you, it’s been a while. How are you?’’ and you started catching up, he asked which one of the paintings were yours and you pointed, he looked at them for a while without saying anything, he seemed as if he was calculating something in his marvelous brain of his. Soon you were surrounded by his colleagues, he kept you by his side, ‘’I’m sure you would be delighted to know that those magnificent paintings were created by none other than this woman who is standing next to me.’’ He announced when his colleagues mentioned how much they liked your paintings, you were shocked that he revealed you to them like this, he seemed proud to have you to himself, the crowed started to compliment you all you could say ‘’Thank you, thank you so much..’’ you weren’t used to having the spot light. You could feel his large hand on the small of your back, not moving up or down, staying put. You felt like he was showing you off, but why?

When the night came to an end all of your paintings were sold, the owner would be revealed in a few days and you decided to send him or her a thank you note. Hannibal asked you for your phone number to keep in touch, he offered to drive you home also, you didn’t refuse because it was cold outside. As you left the building together you noticed his elite acquaintances raised eyebrows and questionable eyes, you didn’t care. You gave him the directions, it was snowing outside softly, when he reached to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car. You had a strange feeling that you didn’t want this night to come to an end, you noticed his slowness, maybe he felt the same way? You watched him opening his mouth to say something and then closing it. ‘’Would you like a glass of hot wine.. since it is really cold it could warm us.’’ You abruptly suggested, ‘’I would love to.’’ Was there a hint of excitement in his dominant voice? You didn’t want to jump into conclusions, he was older than you and seemed like a serious man, why would he want to have deeper connection with you? He had multiple beautiful people in his circle to entertain him… you decided that you two were in the right place in the right time and also Will Graham being your cousin made you two share a simple connection, that was it.

Thankfully your flat was organized and clean, he appreciated that mentally. He, deep down, was checking his long list ever since he met you, no one knew but Hannibal would like to share his luxurious life with someone and he had a long list, and whenever he met someone knew he would see if that person could tick all of the things in his list, you were doing great so far.

After making the hot wine you found yourself laughing at Hannibal’s stories with Will, you left your high heels on the floor, sitting on the couch whereas Hannibal was sitting on the armchair, sleeves rolled up, his tie was loose, legs wide open, holding his empty wine glass, you found yourself admiring his posture, he sat like a Greek statue, carved by the most talented sculptor of all time. He noticed your lingering shiny eyes on his body, he even liked it,

‘’Being desired by someone is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.’’

He said, his voice sounding like a prayer, divine and his eyes on yours… he slowly stood up, placed the empty glass on the coffee table, you could see the veins on his hand. He turned to you and got your glass as well, placed it next to his. His thick fingers went to your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. His orbs got darkened, he leaned in, you could feel his rich perfume, filling your nostrils. He whispered, ‘’I would like to have you for dinner, see you soon little dove.’’ and he left.

Of course he wanted to kiss you, ravish your body and leave marks on you, claiming his territory but there was still time for that. He was an old fashioned man and he didn’t have time for superficial things, he wanted this to be right. Before he let you speak he wore his shoes and left your flat and left you speechless.

After few days you got a phone call, Hannibal invited you for dinner at his house. What happened at your house few days ago troubled the depths of your mind every single day. He seemed like he was interested in you but you weren’t sure.

You knew he was interested in etiquette, aesthetics, so you wore slightly formal clothing. A black pencil skirt, beige blouse and high heels, soft make up and you were done.

When he answered the door his face light up to see you looking divine, ‘’Please come in. I have surprise to show you.’’ He announced.

He held your hand and walked you to the upstairs, ‘’This is my study room.’’ He announced before he opened the dark wooden door, inside was lit with yellow lights, he was right it was his study room. The detail was that the walls held your paintings… he was the one who bought your paintings, all of them.. ‘’Rest are in my office, my clients love them.’’ He said smiling to you, ‘’Hannibal… I don’t know what to say….’’ You were overwhelmed with emotions. ‘’I really like your work and I want you to follow your dreams.’’ You turned to look him in his maroon orbits, you didn’t have to say anything, your eyes did the talking.

After that you kept seeing each other, his work and also yours made it hard but whenever you had time you spent time with him. Bringing lunch to his office or Hannibal sending your studio presents. However, these last week you heard nothing from him, he wasn’t answering his phone, he wasn’t at his office, when you finally went to his home he wasn’t there, but his car was there… finally you called your cousin Will and he didn’t tell you much except Hannibal was involved with some crime and he disappeared. You couldn’t believe your ears, you did your research, he was all over the news but deep down you didn’t want to believe it. Also the news weren’t clear about his crimes…

Weeks passed without any news from him, you spent your days at the studio and you noticed how dark your paintings got… when you were with him you were blooming but now you felt as if life dropped you of somewhere and you are watching everyone live, except you. Your life got stale.

One day your paintings were accepted by an Italian art exhibition but you also had to be there as well, so packed your things and left Baltimore. Will also encouraged you to do it, he knew how depressed you got after Hannibal’s departure.

Italy was a dream, a dream you were glad to live it, the warmth, food and art made you feel like in a Disney movie but a part of you secretly wishing to experience this with a particular gentleman. You didn’t know your prayers were going to be answered.

The night of the exhibition you got a phone call, unknown number. You answered, ‘’Hello?’’ at first there wasn’t a voice, you were about to hang up but you heard him, ‘’I’m so proud of you Y/N.’’

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it was him. Hannibal.

‘’Hannibal? Where are you? What happ-‘’ he stopped you, ‘’Not on the phone, I’ll see you after the exhibition. Wait for me at the back.’’

The night felt like an eternity, when finally you were free you literally ran to the back of the building and there he was, on his motorbike, he looked so different yet familiar at the same time. ‘’Hop on princess.’’ He made you wear a helmet and together you rode. He took you to a villa, it was his new home.

You didn’t say anything until he brought you inside, as soon as he turned to face you to speak you slapped him, ‘’How dare you leave without a single note? I’ve been worried sick!’’

Hannibal was baffled to see this fierce side of you and he liked it. He kissed you. His plump lips made you feel at peace. Kiss got heated due to the fact that both of you had sexual tension for each other so long that now you were a volcano exploding. His hands went to your waist and pulled you roughly to him, his body felt like a rock, so firm. When you pulled away you were on his couch, on top of him, ‘’Is it true?’’ you asked out of breath, ‘’What?’’ he asked to buy some time. ‘’All they say about you.. are you a criminal?’’ you asked with hesitation. He had a smug smile, ‘’Does it matter?’’ his cockiness and confidence made it hard for you to be realistic but you figured as long as you two were together nothing could harm you. You kissed him passionately.

Thank you for reading.

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celiciaa · 9 months

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ELBERT GREETIA MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER ONE.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: blood

minors and ageless blogs dni.

In a quiet room with the sound of rippling waves, I pierce the butterfly's back with a needle.

——It’s another beautiful thing I have acquired.

I simply stare at the bright scales of butterflies spreading their wings in the picture frame, as if praying.

This will surely make the "two" happy.

Surely, surely——

A night has passed since the day I saw a spectacle that I shouldn't have seen in London at midnight.

I was able to avoid being killed by carrying out my duties as a "fairy tale master",

Time passed with no sense of reality, and I was once again greeted by the darkness of the night.

——From now on, I will accompany the crown on a mission for the first time.

Roger: Is the inn in question around the next crossroads?

Alfons: According to the information given in advance, yes.

Elbert:….

Mr. Roger, Mr. Alfons, and Lord Elbert——

I was walking through London at night with three companions.

Kate: I thought you said that a certain inn was a temporary storage place for…stolen art.

I was closely observing the "cursed" crowns’ behavior,

As it is my role as a "fairy tale master" to write them down.

(I want to fulfill my responsibilities properly, win their trust so that they can release me.)

(I still can't keep up with them…but I have to do my best.)

Roger: Don't be so hard on yourself, young lady.

Alfons: We are just going to investigate the actual situation, so it won't be too bloody. Surely.

Elbert:…..

Kate: Thank you for your concern, Mr. Roger, and Mr. Alfons.

(Well...if it is my job to write about the sins of the "cursed ones", then I must know about the "cursed".)

Kate: May I ask you all about your "curse"…?

Alfons: Fufu, our dear robin is very studious, isn't she?

Alfons: Lord El is the “Queen of Greed” and Roger is the “Traitor Hunter”. And I'm cursed with the "mirror".

Kate: Queen, hunter, mirror…..

Alfons: I wonder if those who appear in the same fairy tale are destined to interact with each other. (Snow white)

Roger: Haha. Where is Team Snow White?

Alfons: I'm very uncomfortable being lumped in with you, though.

Roger: Don't say that. Right, young lady?

Kate: Ahaha. I agree….

They both speak to me in a friendly way.

I am glad for their concern, but I can't help but smile.

(People who commit crimes on a daily basis…..)

(I'm just afraid to look them in the eye and talk to them.)

Elbert:…What's wrong?

Kate:…Eh?

With Lord Elbert’s words, I suddenly realized that the distance between them was widening.

Except for Lord Elbert, who stopped for a moment, the other two were moving on.

Elbert:…Are you all right?

Kate: I'm sorry, I was spacing out and...! I was thinking.

Elbert: I see. ….Be careful not to get lost.

Just as I was about to get back on my feet——

Elbert:….!

A passing man bumped into Lord Elbert.

Drunk man: Ha? What is it? What a strange, pretty person you are.

A man with staggered legs, barely able to stand upright, looks drunk.

Elbert:….

Drunk man: Let's have a drink, brother. With your treat. Ahahaha.

Elbert:…My apologies. I'm in a hurry.

Drunk man: Ah? Do you want to get your pretty face all messed up?

Lord Elbert is surprisingly unresistant to drunk people.

(I'm not sure what's going on, should I call Mr. Roger and Mr. Alfons?)

Kate: U–Umm…!

It was the next moment when impatience and question marks intersected on his head.

Drunk man: Uu…uuu…why did you throw me away…Eliza… *sobs*

Kate:…Eh?

The man who had been involved with Lord Elbert broke down and cried on the spot without warning.

(What happened all of a sudden…?)

Alfons: Your ability is still a joke as ever, I see.

When Alfons turned his heels, he approached Lord Elbert and laughed.

Kate: You mean…Lord Elbert’s ability is a joke?

Alfons: Yes. It awakens the saddest memories of those who stepped on the shadow.

Alfons: In other words, the other person becomes extremely depressed and dejected.

Roger: It's an ability that works better with people who've been through hard times, but the downside is that he has to choose the right person.

Kate: Depressed….

Still unable to stand up, I just stare at the man crying by the side of the road like an infant.

(This is Lord Elbert’s power.)

After seeing William's spectacular power to force people to commit suicide, it seemed like such a small power.

But——

Elbert:…I'm in a hurry. ....I’m sorry.

And then Lord Elbert used that seemingly insignificant power on a drunken man,

He looked sad as if he had committed a cruel crime.

(…Well, that's a little surprising.)

(I guess the cursed ones aren't exactly accustomed to using their powers either.)

Elbert:…Let’s go.

As we pass each other, Lord Elbert's hair shimmers in the street light.

His golden hair fluttering in the night breeze and his sorrowful profile subconsciously catch my eye.

(….How beautiful he is.)

His beauty was so overwhelming that I forgot for a moment my fears about the mission ahead.

Alfons: Well, the alley is ahead. We can find the inn we were aiming for.

Elbert: Yes.

Then Mr. Roger tilted his head while staring at the dimly lit alley.

Roger: Something strange. I can see a cheap hotel, and I'm sure there were quite a few guests.

Roger:…There is only one human heartbeat.

Kate: Heartbeat…?

I listen carefully, but all I can hear is a small whistling sound.

Alfons: Abnormal hearing is what this man is capable of.

Roger: At a distance of roughly 100 yards, I can tell exactly their location without looking.

Kate: That's great. ......But does that mean there is only one person at the inn?

Roger: Well, yeah.

Kate: Why on earth…..

Alfons: There's only one way to find out.

When I turned the corner into the alley that leads to the inn's back entrance——

(….!!)

——There was a horrifying sight.

Several bloodied people are lying in the alleyway.

A large amount of blood was spreading in the hallway seen from the open back door of the inn.

Kate:….Aah——

My instincts are telling me to run away.

However, as if sewn into place, my legs froze and I couldn't move.

At that moment——

My body was strongly pulled back, blocking the bloodstained scene.

Kate:…!?

My cheeks are pressed tightly against the soft, high-quality cloth.

(Blue cravat.)

Kate: Lord Elbert….?

When I finally realized that Lord Elbert was holding me close, I tried to raise my head.

Lord Elbert's hand was stronger than that, refraining my movements.

Elbert: ——You don't have to look.

(Eh…?)

Elbert:…Because sad memories can easily kill you.

Elbert: So, you don’t have to look.

A sad voice whispers in my ear.

Elbert: You have…nothing to do with what happens here.

Elbert:…You don’t have to carry on what you don’t have to take on. **

(Lord Elbert….)

His voice sounded like a prayer.

He was protecting me with his hand and hugged me tightly.

For some reason, I feel as if I am being clung to, and I hesitate to resist.

(Lord Elbert….you look like you're scared of something.)

Roger: This guy...is an innkeeper and a guest.

Alfons: Judging by the way he's dressed, I'd say there's no doubt about it.

I was listening to the voices of the two people watching the scene while being hugged, at that time——

???:….Uuu…uu…..

( ! That voice just now…..)

Mr. Roger's words about a single heartbeat come back to mind.

Kate: My apologies….!

Elbert:…!

Instinctively, I pushed back Lord Elbert’s chest and lifted my face.

I looked around and saw a woman lying on the corner of an alleyway, moving faintly.

(That woman….)

Kate: Is she okay….!?

Roger: We're not out of the woods yet, but it's dangerous.

Mr. Roger, who had rushed to her before I did, frowned and muttered something to me.

Roger: She needs immediate attention. Take her to the nearest hospital——

Roger:….!

Kate: Mr. Roger? What’s wrong?

Roger: The police are coming. Two….No, three of them.

(Police…?)

Alfons: Then there's no need to stay long. Let's move on.

(What!?)

Kate: What about this woman——?

Roger: Our mission(The crown) is confidential. We have to lay low for now.

Mr. Roger's annoyed profile makes it clear that he doesn't mean what he says, and he swallows his rebuttal.

(But what if the police didn't notice her….?)

I quickly took out a handkerchief and pulled it over the lamp directly above her.

(This should be enough to keep her from being identified. I'm sure they’ll notice her as soon as possible….)

While praying for her safety, I followed the three of them and hid in the shadows.

I will ask how things are going from a little distance away——

The police arrived and I saw her being carried away immediately.

Kate:…I’m glad….

(…I hope she’ll be safe.)

Elbert:….

——We had to call it a day and return to the castle.

But I couldn't eat the food that was brought to my room, nor could I sleep…..

In order to change my mind, I was walking alone in the garden that was too large.

━━FLASHBACK━━

(Tonight, I've only witnessed the aftermath of someone's crime.)

(But someday I may end up seeing such a scene made by the crowns’ hands.)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I don't know if I'm capable of….writing it down.) // (I don't know if I can….write that down.)

While thinking about such things, as I walk along the path——

(…..Lord Elbert?)

I found Lord Elbert gazing at the flowers in a daze.

It was like he’s wearing a veil of moonlight. The sight of this painting-like figure again captivated my eyes.

Elbert: Hm…oh…it’s you. Good evening.

Kate: Good evening, Lord Elbert….

Lord Elbert must have sensed something when he saw my face, and tilted his head languidly.

Elbert:….Can't sleep?

Kate:…Yes. So, for a change, I'm going to take a walk.

Elbert: I see….

Kate: What are you doing here, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: I suppose…I'm in a similar case. …..I've always been a short sleeper.

Kate: I see…..

Elbert: That's why…I can become someone to talk to when you can't sleep.

Kate:….!

The way his words seem to be soft and gentle made me feel better.

(If it had been last night, I might have been wary of even his thoughtfulness…..)

Kate:…Thank you very much.

Aware of my wariness, which was beginning to fade, I took one step at a time toward Lord Elbert.

(That's right...just now, I still haven't been able to say thank you properly.)

Kate: Thank you for protecting me earlier.

Elbert:….No. ….In the end, I showed you a cruel sight.

Kate: I wanted to see it, so don't worry.

I tried to sound cheerful, but Lord Elbert looked at me as he narrowed his eyes painfully.

Elbert: If they hadn't taken you to that place...you never would have tried to see it.

Elbert: You’re different from us. …..You shouldn't have come here.

Elbert:…Sin doesn't suit you.

Lord Elbert’s emotions don't show up very often. nevertheless….

I could see the unclouded pity in his eyes, which were like the bottom of the deep sea.

(You're the one whose sins don't suit you.)

At that time——

━━FLASHBACK━━

Even though there was no knife or bullet pointed at me, and my life was not in danger, he tried to protect me.

(I'm sure...so that my heart won't be hurt by the cruel sight.)

(That time, the strength of his arm.)

(It was as if he was afraid I would get hurt.)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(If he didn't feel anything at that scene, he wouldn't have done that.)

I was told that the people of the Crown feel the same fears, anxieties, and sadness as I do——

I realized again what is very obvious.

Kate: You are very kind, Lord Elbert.

Elbert:….That's not true.

I cherish people's thoughts and feelings. That was my goal in life.

(That's why I chose to work as a postwoman.)

(No matter what kind of crimes Lord Elbert and the others commit from now on, the feelings that are there and——)

Kate:….Thank you for your concern.

Kate: But it's okay if you don't protect me this time.

Elbert:…Why?

Kate: You may come to know a lot of things would be happier if you didn't know.

Kate: I want to know what you are thinking….as you face these things.

I smiled, wanting to respond to Lord Elbert's inclination to be kind, even if only a little——

Elbert:…..

But Lord Elbert stared at me without blinking.

(….?)

The eyes that were fixed on me were very serious, and I instantly felt uncomfortable.

(Ah...I wonder if it was rude to say that you don't have to protect me this time, even though you're worried about me.)

I felt that his overwhelmingly beautiful face became even more powerful when he became silent, and I couldn't help but gasp.

Kate: Umm….

Elbert:….Stay still.

As we suddenly closed the distance, Lord Elbert brushed my hair.

Elbert:…There were petals in your hair.

Kate:…Uh.

Kate: Thank you very much….

(….I see. He was just looking at the petals.)

(I’m glad…)

To calm my beating heart down, I quietly stepped away from Lord Elbert for a little while.

Kate: Well then, if you'll excuse me. I should get some sleep for tomorrow.

Elbert:…Do you think you can sleep?

Kate: Yes, thanks to Lord Elbert.

Elbert: I see...then, good for you.

Elbert:…Good night, Kate.

Kate: Good night, Lord Elbert.

(….I don't know why.)

(But I can't stop thinking about the way Lord Elbert looked at me just now…..)

His abyssal blue eyes burning into mine.

Even after I turned on my heel, his gaze seemed to follow me from behind——

Oddly enough, my heart was stirring. // Strangely, my chest felt tight.

The next morning, my steps to the dining hall were lighter than yesterday.

Kate: Good morning.

William: Good morning. ….Your complexion looks better this morning.

Roger: See? She came here all right, didn't she?

Alfons: I suppose I lost the bet.

Kate: O—Oh, you were betting?

Alfons: Indeed. By now I was betting that you would tear the curtains apart and tie them back together and escape through the window.

(They even thought I was escaping…..)

Liam: This morning, Victor's special scones with extra butter! Kate, do you have an appetite?

Kate: Yes! I missed dinner yesterday and I am starving.

Alfons: Fufu, you are surprisingly strong.

(I'm still a little nervous...but I think I can manage.)

When I decided to face their thoughts and feelings this morning, I was able to look into their faces more closely than I had yesterday.

Elbert is staring at Kate as she begins to eat while exchanging words with everyone.

Elbert:…Al, isn’t she beautiful?

Alfons: No, not at all?

Elbert:…I don't think so.

Alfons:…..

Alfons: This is going to be a little...troublesome.

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I found myself thinking of Jekyll today and wondering if it causes him physical pain to have to fake a smile. To what extent is Henry Jekyll, pleasant doctor and sophisticated upperclass gentleman a painful mask he has to wear and does the discomfort ever feel physical?

I was at the local aquarium today (this is the perfect time of year to go because it's open but there are no tourists so it's never crowded and admission is cheap) hanging out and doodling on one of the benches while I watched the fish. I had on headphones to listen to an audio book and to provide a buffer between myself and anyone who might try to talk to me and I had been looking forward to relaxing for a couple of hours when a family walked up and the father waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention. The minute they started asking me questions about what I was drawing I was filled with what I can only describe as intense dismay.

Obviously the family being present isn't in of itself an issue, it's a public aquarium, it's aimed at families and parts of the aquarium are geared specifically at children, but the family noticed me drawing and stopped to talk to me.

I reiterate that this was not something they did wrong, they were just being friendly, but I was really not prepared to have a conversation and I found the whole ordeal to be...well an ordeal. They were interested in what I was drawing (a sketch of Henry Jekyll because he's been on my mind off and on) and just the thought of having to explain who this character was, hoping they got it, and having to potentially explain why I was drawing him felt overwhelming.

And it was, they did not know who Henry Jekyll was, they were vaguely aware of Jekyll and Hyde but weren't the type of people to read classic literature and had never heard of the musical or actually seen for themselves any movies featuring the character. The mom commented that he looks like "a Disney villain from back in the 90s" which...fair assessment, I can't pretend I don't see why she would have thought that. The older kid was probably the most interested and wanted to see more of my drawings which made me really uncomfortable but I let him look through my sketchbook anyway because his parents kept saying he was interested in drawing and he loves art and I felt too anxious to say no.

I made small talk with the parents for a while, all the usual, "what's your name, where you from, what's your job?" (I hate those questions, they are usually the least interesting things about any people, myself included) and I wondered if this is what Henry does on a regular day. Has ordinary conversations with reasonably nice people and feel completely like a fish out of water the whole time. I felt pretty terrible about it too, I didn't have any hard feelings or resentment but the whole time I was thinking "Stop touching my things, go away, please fucking leave so I can get back to my audio book and my drawing. I just wanted to sit with the fish for a few hours because it's supposed to be quiet here this time of year."

No one ever seems to catch on that physically talking to people is an effort for me. I've gone my whole life and no one has ever noticed that I'm anxious or uncomfortable in situations where I have to speak out loud because I've gotten good at faking small talk and I know how to make my voice sound pleasant.

It's strange because I express myself easily enough in writing and I like messaging with people over text but the minute I have to be verbal with people I don't know I feel like I'm putting on an immense effort. I have to consciously choose a tone, figure out what words I want to say, be ready with an explanation in case I'm asked questions and I have to do all of it in real time on the spot. It feels like improve, like I'm constantly doing an improve routine and I know most people would say "Just be yourself!" But myself doesn't want to be doing this at all. Myself wants to be drawing and looking at fish. Even as a child I was never very social, I liked to doodle or daydream or build with my lego sets. I got reprimanded a lot for being too quiet. So I made myself more talkative and learned how to hold conversations. I learned to blend in but it's so tiring at times and I can swear when it's at its worst it feels almost physical. The discomfort becomes a suffocating "texture" on my skin and in my brain and I have to keep pretending like I don't notice it because every time I try to articulate how I feel people don't understand it. It's just not a thing they experience.

So I just keep "acting normal," and wonder if there's something wrong with me, like I'm operating on a different frequency from the people around me and I'm the only one on that frequency so other people don't even know it exists. It's...incredibly isolating at times. Even my partner doesn't seem to hear the world as loud as I do or experience the "texture" it's just a strange THING that I'm stuck with by myself. I wonder if it was the same for Henry Jekyll? Except instead being of too quiet he was too loud, too boisterous, threw tantrums, didn't know when to stop rambling about anatomy and weird gross medical facts. So he learned how to cover it and move through life pretending to be interested in everyone else but keenly aware they could never share his interests because his favorite subjects were too grisly and if he started talking about diseases he'd put everyone off. I head-canon Jekyll loves what he does, but he doesn't love it for reasons a doctor should, he doesn't care that much about healing the sick, he cares about conquering illnesses, he likes to learn about symptoms, he enjoys the disgusting viscera of his work. But he can't let on that this is what he enjoys about his work because that's not noble or heroic, it's something most people would find creepy of him. So he buries it and pretends he cares about curing the sick. He pretends he enjoys talking to people who don't know anything about who he is or what he does but they think they do because they are aware of doctors and understand that medicine exists. All the time he loathes it, it exhausts him and he can't even indulge in activities he enjoys to blow of steam because he enjoys things like brawling, doing drugs, and fucking. All things a man of his status shouldn't be seen doing. There's an image people associate with Henry Jekyll and it's an image he can't afford to tarnish...

but it's not really HIS image, it's just a buffer he keeps up to make himself more palatable. I wonder if that ever hurts him physically, if the mask ever feels like a "texture" muffling him.

there are times when I feel like it's no wonder he wasn't repulsed by Hyde when he first saw his reflection. Because I can only imagine by the time Hyde showed up he was already completely burnt out on being Jekyll.

#kind of a vent #kind of headcanon talk #jekyll and Hyde ponderings

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yxstxrdrxxm · 2 months

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SYNOPSIS: Tattooing is a work of art. Though, he definitely saw that it can also be used as more than an art medium itself.

TW/s: yandere behavior, abstract/drabble writing, protective Xiao, he’s a dumbass but its okay, nsfw tws include targeted by the dark web, graphic depictions of violence, near abduction, stalking + sexual harassment. Please proceed with caution.

NOTE FROM HR: Happy Valentine’s Day! It would seem that today just isn't working out for you, is it, miss Ana? Well, never fear! I’m sure our lovely tattoo artist has something to help you with that… Right?

“You’re back.”

That was the first thing that Ana heard from her tattoo artist, Xiao, speak at 1 in the afternoon— a weird time, considering he wasn’t aware she had an appointment booked with him.

“Are you here for a tattoo?” he asked her, making her shake her head. Carrying the food she bought for him, he placed it on the counter, noting the small shift of expression on his face as he caught a whiff of something faintly sweet in the packaging.

“No, but I’m sure you’ve been working for hours on end,” she said, tapping on top of the package. “Here, eat up. I made sure to buy almond tofu for you.”

Now, for those who may be wondering, just how can the reclusive tattoo artist be with a date that’s the clear opposite of his personality?

It was a long story, which started from the very beginning when they matched up in the app.

Xiao isn’t the type to choose anyone on a whim. He has standards, and for him, many others failed to fit those standards. It was also obvious when he saw Ana’s, but instead of scrolling past and ignoring her, he took his time to look into what she wrote. He didn’t want to write her off just yet.

The next thing he knew, he swiped right with her and began to talk to her in the app.

Their conversation topics were all random at first: general get to know questions, their experiences, and even bits of what the two like. The two clicked on what they both liked listening to, which artists they enjoy the most, and even a few preferences for both to tune into. He did suggest a few that lean into crime podcasts, since he tends to listen to them often while he worked on tattooing his clients. Perhaps it was a strange preference, but she didn’t see it that way.

It wasn’t even long until they began to discuss matters in seeing each other in person, and the first time was because of a tattoo appointment she wanted on her arm.

“So, you want this tattoo placed… Here. Am I right?” “Mhm. Do you think you can do it? My friends had said that you were a good tattoo artist, so I wanted to be sure that it’s something you can do.”

The two were sitting at his office as Xiao was looking at the image, examining the tattoo design she wanted him to put on her. The design wasn’t all that complicated, but he knew he could add something to make it pop out easily, and especially with the detailing of her tattoo choice.

“... I can,” he answered, closing the folder as he faced her again. “However, you must pay upfront. I need to get the materials and equipment needed in our next appointment for this type of tattoo on Friday.”

He watched her nod as she handed him the payment, his hand drifting over to grab it and check how much she paid. It was enough for what she wanted, with an additional $20. Raising an eyebrow, he looked over at her and grabbed it, handing it back to his client.

“No need to give me extra,” he told her, sighing. “It’ll be a waste.”

“Oh? Well…”

He could already hear what she planned on telling him. He should take it anyway as she felt bad, or that it’s not right to not tip someone for their services, or—

“... I’ll take it back, then. Thank you again, Xiao. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

—!

Xiao seemed to be caught off-guard at the turn it took, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second, but it left as quickly as it did. Regaining his composure, he nodded and simply stood up to lead her out of the shop.

“If you need anything from me, you know my number,” he told her, his amber eyes shifting away for a moment. “... And if you want to go on a date, call me.”

It was strange. He’s not used to romance, and Zhongli had all but taught him how. He wanted to say that he had the confidence like that old man has, but he’s still learning. And Gods, he’s unable to even comprehend how social interaction and cues work.

Still, he did hear her laugh and feel a gentle warmth on his shoulder.

It felt nice.

“Of course! For now, I need to go and meet my friends this afternoon. Goodbye, Xiao.”

As the warmth left his shoulder, he finally raised his head to watch the lady exit, his eyes drifting to her while he recalled the expression she wore in front of him.

Such a gentle smile, unwavering and confident. He had always admired those who could do it without a single moment of hesitation, and sometimes, he found himself loathing that he couldn’t do the same. To be able to smile and look onwards, like nothing was bothering them in the first place.

He sighed and raised a hand to sift through his hair. The bitter feeling rising in him was something he disliked, but he couldn’t bring himself to blame it on her.

It was their first meeting, and it was one that Xiao remembered well.

How ironic, considering the next ones were as eventful as the first, if not even more than anything he’s endured.

The second time this happened was when he was on one of the first few dates with Ana. The two were surprisingly able to her friends commenting on how she found someone and kept it a secret from them.

He didn't like to make their relationship known, and there was a good reason why— he hated to have them find out he has someone he tolerated better than others.

Even if it was just a simple drunkard. Or two.

Point is, it happened. While Xiao was dealing with her friends asking him about his occupation, he caught wind of Ana getting involved and being harassed by one of the older men that are obviously wasted. She was trying to tell them to stop bothering her, but it seems they weren't paying much attention and even touched her in areas that can warrant sexual harassment.

“C'mon, pretty girl, why don't—”

“Move. She's my fiance.”

The drunkard looked over at Xiao, his eyes narrowed as he noticed that he was one of the clients he tattooed years ago. He scowled at the sorry state he was in— the man had a job as a republican, but one too many scandals led him jobless.

Hmph. I'm glad I managed to tattoo him with that before then.

“Yours? Pfft, do you have anything that makes her yours, little boy?”

Xiao scoffed.

“That ring she's wearing. I gave that to her.”

Complete and utter lie, he knows Ana had it since the day they met. Though, the ring was placed on her ring finger…

“You're harassing my girl. If you don't move, I'll get security,” he warned, walking closer to Ana to gently hold her hand. “And you wouldn't like getting kicked out again, would you?”

The ex-republican scoffed but he slunk away, and the two watched as the others jeered and called out to the republican figure for what he's done.

How annoying.

“I didn't know you'd say that out of all things.”

Xiao's head whipped towards Ana. It was clear from the way she said it that it was meant to be seen as light-hearted, but from the tense moment they had, he was struggling to process it.

…

He scoffed and let her hand go.

“He won't back out otherwise.”

And he knew he wouldn't. No one would.

“How many people have you tattooed with that mark?”

“I don't know.”

“Oh, but you do. People tell me that the victims went to you to get tattooed and died after a few days!”

“Sounds like a load of bullshit.”

Xiao isn't fond of dealing with people. He didn't even bother hiding that fact, since he disliked meaningless drivel with some of them. What he hates is when they become overconfident with knowing what he didn't.

It was a big deal to them, but to the artist, he found it more of a joke. An impractical, unfunny joke. He'd rather listen to one of his co workers explain it and ruin it than this.

“A load of— listen to me, sir,” he spat, jabbing at his chest. It would've been intimidating if Xiao didn't think it was a bit childish, “I work with the agency. We're trying to figure out what the hell is happening, and if you don't say shit, I'll tell them you're that famed serial killer going on the loose!”

…

“Seriously?”

Xiao sighed.

Such is the way of being an idiot, he thinks. It's no wonder I don't bother tattooing people on a walk-in appointment.

“Wh— are you doubting my credibility?!”

“Not when you're harassing me.”

Watching him get annoyed, he saw the man out, watching as a certain someone came to the shop. Seeing the man storm off, he watched Ana raise her eyebrow at Xiao; a silent question, it seems.

What happened? He can read from her expression. Though, this made Xiao sigh and turn his head to the shop.

Come inside. That is what he was trying to say by his body language.

And she did.

It wasn't long until the two were talking about the incident: Ana had to hear Xiao explain briefly of the accusations he's given, what he replied due to the lack of evidence, and the childish fit that the reporter had to leave.

Still, that looming threat was never something he can let go of, nor he can't stop pondering about. Maybe it's just him, but there have been moments when that came to light.

… Or nearly, anyway.

“I see… Well, they're definitely too nosy for their own good.”

“Mhm,” he answered, cleaning up the pen he used for tattooing. “Anyway, are you here for your appointment?”

“Oh! Yes, I am. I want you to tattoo my arm.”

Retrieving the paper detailing her tattoo, she handed it to him. Examining what it looks, he simply raised an eyebrow.

Granted, the tattoo is simplistic— he can make do with outlining the bird like it was a constellation. It wasn't something he would suck at. However, the bird she chose was a phoenix.

Interesting metaphor. Though, he's simply curious on what drove her to choose such an interesting thing to be on her arm.

“... Hm. Alright. I can do it.”

Placing it down, he began to prepare the tools and lead her to take a seat on the chair. Pulling on the lever, he adjusted it so that she was facing up and he pulled up the arm that she wanted it on.

It wasn't long until the soft thrumming of the tattoo gun echoed as he worked on the tattoo, following each and every step of the stencil down to its smallest details. Sure, Ana and him conversed while he worked, but he remained silent to focus on doing the tattoo.

Silence was a comfortable thing for him, and sometimes, he can see it be a comfortable thing for her, too.

It did take hours until he was done with the tattoo, and although he had half of his mind to add that mark, he added something else that’s tied to him. Right by the wing had 保护 written on it, each line and curve made as accurately as one could with writing a different language.

It was different from the ones he’d do. And he made sure to keep it that way.

“There. It’s done.”

He observed how Ana’s eyes would trail over at the tattoo, moving as she examined it in great detail. He was one of the best tattoo artists she could ever find, but he knew she saw that print on the wing, too.

It was just a relief that she didn’t bother to ask.

“Since it’s your first time getting a tattoo, you can have this,” he added, grabbing a bag full of supplies with an addition he left there for her. “It’ll help when your skin gets irritated with the ink. Others had that happen to them.”

“Really? Well, I’ll use them if that happens.”

“Good.”

His amber eyes flickered from the tattoo gun and towards the bag, catching the gleam of turquoise peeking from inside.

It was convenient that he placed that thing in her bag.

Now, he had an even bigger reason to do what he had to do to those that dare to mess with what’s his.

“I didn’t know you’d come back to stalk her,” the tattoo artist commented coldly, his heels digging into the wound on the reporter’s side. “I’m surprised. Seems like you have the audacity to try again to ‘frame’ me yourself.”

He hardly cared for the amount of blood he spilt. For the tattoo artist, having to make someone be worried in his shop was more than enough to gun for the culprit.

“Tell me. Were you going to abduct her?”

The reporter had the audacity to laugh at his face, the pain sending his mind to overdrive. Scowling, he dug in deeper, feeling his patience wear thin. He hated to delay what could hurt his lo— friend, he had to correct himself. He didn’t want those people to get to her.

“W-What’s it to you? I thought—”

“I’m not involved, but that’s my friend, you garbage.”

With another dig at the wound and his gun loaded, he aimed it at his other leg. He was already sure that she would wind herself in danger because of what he’s done, so he needed to be swift if he wanted to reach Ana.

He can’t risk losing her. Not to those bastards.

“I’ll ask again. Were you going to abduct her, you vile being?”

Much to his displeasure, the reporter laughed again. Although, he can tell that he wasn’t in the right mind. The expression he wore simply reminded him of those bitter memories he had hid all those years ago in his time at Enkanomiya, and he loathed to see it on another person.

Heaven knows what drove him like this, but he had done something immoral. He needed to do this in return.

…

Yes. He needs to. She’ll die if he doesn’t.

“... Hmph. I suppose you’re no talk and bite.”

Click. BANG.

…

Xiao could vaguely hear the gunshot ring as blood began to pour out onto the pavement, but this time, he felt no guilt for his actions. He knew it was bad, but he could hardly care about what’s on his mind.

Turning around, he grabbed his phone and contacted Ana’s number. He needed to be able to speak to her. He needed to.

…

It rang once.

It rang twice.

It rang far more than that. It continued to ring and ring, amping up Xiao’s worry the longer she didn’t take the call.

And after God knows how long, he heard it click.

“Xiao?”

… She’s fine.

“... Did I wake you up?” he asked her on the phone, his voice lowering its usual volume— possibly due to his relief. “I thought you’d be awake.”

“Mm… Almost, but yeah,” he heard her yawn. “I was… Looking for that guy. Then I fell asleep for, uh… an hour or something.”

…

“Has anyone entered the house?”

“... No. I’m fine. I had it locked, like you told me to.”

Good.

“Say, you sound panicked—”

“I’m fine,” he told her, cutting her off. With a sigh, he looked at the body, then at the phone. “Anyway, I’ll… Leave you alone for the night. I have a few things I need to take care of.”

He’d have to ‘clean’ things up. He can’t let her see it.

No one can ever see the crime he's done.

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mothrocks · 3 months

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So I recently caved and watched Hazbin Hotel. I like animation, musicals, and animated musicals, so I feel like I'm kind of obligated to watch this new animated musical cartoon. After watching the show, I can't help but compare it to other animated productions that have also been released within the last year, namely that of Disney's Wish. I have a lot of thoughts, so here's this essay I spent like 2.5 hours writing :D

Slight disclaimer, I do acknowledge that Wish and Hazbin Hotel have very different themes, target audiences, production methods, pipelines, all the things. As someone who just enjoys animation, I'm going to disregard this for the most part, largely because I just want to ramble about the animation industry as a whole and probably could for hours.

Hazbin Hotel features a cast of characters trying to rehabilitate the sinners of Hell to save them from dying a second (and seemingly final) death in the afterlife. I have my own thoughts on the show itself, but I generally thought it was good. You can tell there was passion behind it and that they were allowed a lot of creative freedom, rather than having to pander as much to studio higher-ups.

I'm choosing not to summarize Wish and trusting that if you've read this far, you have at least a fragment of an idea of what the movie is about (not that there is much of a memorable plot, anyways). I don't like Wish. The characters are static and flat; there's no growth or character development and we have little to no reason to root for the main character, Asha. The story overall is unmemorable. The animation is fairly lackluster and looks unfinished. Lastly, the songs, one of the most important parts of a Disney animated musical, are just bad and incohesive and don't fit whatever vibe Disney and its producers were going for. I want to add that I don't think these qualms are the fault of the creatives behind this movie, rather, the fault of Disney executives stepping in.

Compared to Wish, Hazbin Hotel has interesting and dynamic characters, a solid art and animation style, and a wonderful soundtrack. Hazbin Hotel, despite being a show about the afterlife, has life and soul to it. This isn't to say I'm a big fan of the show, I do have criticisms of my own. My question is, how does Hazbin Hotel, an animated adult cartoon practically birthed from the internet, manage to be infinitely better than Wish, a movie by fucking Walt Disney Animation Studios? The fact that Disney, the studio behind The Lion King and Beauty and the Beast (or even more recent things like Moana and Encanto), is the same studio that produced a movie as flat and lifeless as Wish is baffling to me.

My speculation as to why this show is so much better than Wish is specifically because it was cultivated from random people on the internet who were passionate about their projects opposed to a company like Disney, who made Wish just for money (and to promote their anniversary). Disney has changed from what it once was and no longer takes risks in their storytelling or animation, only pursuing whatever writing, casting, or cost-cutting decisions that will line their pockets best. As someone who grew up watching these movies so much as a kid and learning about animation and storytelling and music from them, it's so disheartening to see any creativity within this corporation be crushed. Walt Disney Animation Studio's latest animated films since 2018 (Ralph Breaks the Internet, Frozen II, Raya and the Last Dragon, Strange World, and Wish) have all been lackluster in one way or another, with Encanto being the one exception. Disney has historically had dips in the quality of it's content, but this new trend in addition to the rise of streaming platforms (and even the introduction of AI) leads me to have little to no hope for Disney's animation going forward. Passion projects such as Hazbin Hotel are what makes me have any semblance of hope for the future of animation as a whole. Seeing one of the leading animation producers dwindle to this extent and kill any creativity brought to the table is just sad.

#hazbin hotel #wish 2023 #wish disney #animation #disney #animation industry #essay

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chao-thicc-hcs · 8 months

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hi!!! i hope you’re well😚

i was wondering if you can write a bonten rindou x reader where the reader has an ed (kind of a emergency ask) and gets skinner each time he sees them and eventually passes out on a date with rindou and he helps her get better! hope you have a good day/night!!🩷🩷

and ps your writing is AMAZING 🫂

AAA TYSM ANON. I am so sorry this took long iuergtoig My love goes out to anyone fighting eds. You're beautiful and strong, remember <3

His s/o fighting their ED.

♝ft. rindou haitani

warning(s): mentions of ED, fainting, threats, insecurities, reader is nb but there's mentions of feminine clothing and manneurisms

-art by AME on pixiv

Rindou always kept you far away from whatever he was doing within the gang, not wanting to hurt or tarnish his precious angel. It resulted in both of you not seeing each other for months, but he never failed to video call you during the evening and message you whenever he's busy. You'd always come home to numerous, big packages of presents flooding your doorstep, all filled with presents from your boyfriend.

Rindou was quiet, but observing. He noticed every detail in your body, even the tiniest of changes like buying new earrings, or just tried out new skin products, your scent - everything. He was more than just infatuated.

This included your change in shape. The way your clothes were getting baggier and how you tried to hold them together in various ways. How your body was less softer when you sat on his lap, how tinier you were now compared to him.

Every time he laid eyes on you after weeks of not meeting you, his stomach felt tiny and a strange whirlwind of anxiety raged inside his chest. You didn't look healthy. He is all about body positivity, and will love you in all shapes and forms, but you were crossing the line of what's healthy and isn't, judging by the way your eyes had little to no color, and your skin was paler.

During a winter nocturne, both of you were in your apartment, cuddling under a blanket as the snow fell outside, creating a peaceful ambience both of you enjoyed, better than the opulence of the spacious restaurants you used to visit before. The TV was playing a random movie you came across, succeeding to entertain both of you during this chilly night.

-Y/n. Are you eating well? -he suddenly spoke up, his eyes not darting away from the TV

You lifted your body up and looked at him, confused at his sudden question. -I am eating well, Rin. Why are you asking all of a sudden?

-You always seem... skinnier each time I see you, and I am worried. You want to keep going even when you're already skinny enough.

-Rin, don't stress it! I am just working out more often and I watch how I eat.

Rindou blinked. His eyes looked at the small plate of fruit tarts he bought for you. They used to be your favorite, but now remain untouched. His hand reached to grab one and feed it to you, but his brows furrowed at how you waved your hand in front of your face with disgust written all over it.

-Rin, stop it, I told you I am watching my meals.

His eyes didn't leave your face. He was gobsmacked, to say the least. There was definitely something wrong, but digging deeper into the wound would just result in an argument, so he kept his mouth sealed for the sake of the night progressing peacefully.

Noticing his expression, you dug out the worry in his eyes, and let out a sigh. You ate the tart reluctantly. Rindou examined every wrinkle on your face as you grimaced, letting out a sigh and turning his head around.

Rindou loved buying clothes for you and ogling at the way every fabric swayed and wrinkled around your body. He'd always pull you for a dance when you happen to be at his club, or even at an expensive restaurant, hands roaming around your figure, gripping the fabric with desire flowing at the tip of his fingers. His nose buried deep into the crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

He noticed everything. The way the fabrics of your favorite attires became looser and looser, how your body appeared smaller and more fragile. Your facial structure changing, your hands appearing skinnier.

He couldn't quite grasp the idea of why you decided to torment your body and not share anything with him. After all both of you enjoyed talking and venting out all of your frustrations... so why is it different this time? He blamed none other but himself - for not being around you as much, maybe not giving you enough compliments.

He felt uneasy. Stifling in his bed and finding himself looking up at the ceiling for hours. He cares, he really does but doesn't know how to bring up the topic. He wanted to discuss it with you, but was afraid he might say something that could upset you.

It wasn't hard for him to soon come to the conclusion you are developing an eating disorder. It ate him up and corroded his insides, specifically his chest area. ''If only I was around them more often to tell them how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous they are... this could've never happened."

You were finally able to see each other for this evening after a month. Rindou decided to take you to his and Ran's club so both of you can dance the night away, holding each other and swimming in the sweet fields of expensive inebriation. He couldn't wait to embrace you while the music is blasting in the background, swaying left and right.

You wore the tiniest skirt known to mankind, one that you knew was going to make Rindou frothe at the mouth, kneel down and worship the ground you step on, and thick, heavy heels that made the ground shake with your steps. You did a quick turn to examine your features completely before heading down to his car.

His eyes widened at the sight of you approaching his vehicle. Your potent fragrance wafting in the air and hitting his nostrils with a hard punch, making him almost levitate in his seat.

-Well hello there, gorgeous.-he opened the door for you and returned to his seat, eyeing you up and down-You look breathtaking.

A chuckle escaped your mouth, your confidence elevating to new levels at how you easily captivated your lover, who even after years of dating still worships you the same.

The drive to the club was tense with Rindou making the silliest of mistakes just because he couldn't stop glancing at you and letting himself being bewitched by your scent. You stepped out of the expensive car and intertwined your fingers with him. All eyes were on you in the club once you stepped foot inside. Neon lights painting your figures as your mere presence emitted confidence and dominance. Rindou led you to a table, where only the two of you could have your moment.

-Order what your heart desires, sweetheart. My treat.

You tried to be humble, but the way he looked at you with his sultry eyes glazed with a lustful gaze made your heart skip a beat, impulsively ordering some of the most expensive cocktail the club has to offer. Rindou ordered for a special jewel to be placed inside of it, to which your heart fluttered.

Your head was pounding, all of a sudden you felt numb and exhausted before you even began indulging in drinking. Rindou felt heat waves all over his body as you held your forehead with your hand.

-Y/n, dear, is everything okay?-Ran cooed, placing his hand on your shoulder

You couldn't really say anything as the fatigue overwhelmed you with the excruciating headache at the back of your head. It felt as if the club was spinning around you and everyone turned into blurry figurines swaying in the air.

. . .

-...Y/n, Y/n... Y/N!!

A familiar voice echoed through the walls of the abyss you were thrown into all of a sudden. Your eyes opened slowly, vision still blurry as you took your time to process what was happening. You were inside a hospital. Your head was heavy and you couldn't lift anything up. A couple of pair of eyes were staring at you in worry, including Rindou's, who was holding your hand tightly.

-Rindou...where am I?

-In the hospital, silly... you fainted in the club.

You furrowed your brows at his words. The doctor next to you had to explain to you just like anyone else that you should eat and focus on increasing your calorie intake. The shit-eating grin that Rindou had on him was annoying the hell out of you, but you couldn't oppose him at this time, not that you had the power to.

The next couple of hours were serene. You were sleeping peacefully while Rindou watched over you like a guardian angel.

-Sir..you have to leave. The patient needs rest.

-No, thank you.

-Sir. It's past visiting hours already-

-Shut up or I will blow your brains out.

The man was left speechless, and the hollowness in Rindou's eyes indicated he isn't joking the slightest. Quickly, both of you were left alone in the room, as Rindou resumed looking at you while you slept. His expression softened and he reached out to grab you by the hand, gently massaging it with his thumb. His eyes felt heavy by this time, so he lowered his head and placed it on your thighs, quickly falling asleep, his hands shifting to wrap over them.

The remaining days in the hospital were like a fairytale. Rindou wasn't allowed anymore in the hospital because of the threat he gave the doctor, and he came to see you every evening under the window, which happened to be coincidentally facing the backyard of the hospital. He visited all the time, or even told the doctors to hand you the gifts he sent you.

-Y/n, let down your hair~

This made you chuckle uncontrollably, especially how he looked kneeling down illuminated by the shitty hospital lights. You rubbed your temples, amused by how "creative" your lover can be.

-Good lord, Rindou. You could've saved yourself this foolishness if you kept your mouth shut.

-Where's the fun in that?

You couldn't deny it the slightest. His shenanigans always made you laugh and forget whatever burdened you. Especially how his smile sparkled under the eerie light source.

-If I throw this bouquet up, will you catch it?

-Let's find out.

You extended your arms and he threw the bouquet. It was a hair's breadth away from you missing it, but you managed, although one of the attached ferrero rocher fell down next to Rindou's legs.

-This one's for you, dumbass.

And half of the night was spent in a chit-chat with your boyfriend, who stayed in front of the hospital even after you said your goodbyes. He visited almost every night until you felt better and got discharged, immediately wrapping his hands around you, squeezing you tightly.

-Y/n, promise me you will never be this dumb.. okay..? You are way more than perfect, both spiritually and physically. I will love you even if you were a goddamn worm..

The slight crack in his voice made your heart tingle and you tightened the grip around his body, burying your face in the crook of his neck. -I won't... I promise.

-Good, now you're coming with me to finally spoil you after being away for god knows how long before all of this.

You ended in his own apartment. You'd forgotten how cozily messy it was and how at ease the scent of it made you feel. Noticing the huge shelf filled to the brim with pictures of you and him just.. maturing together brought the familiar sense of warmth all over your body.

-You will stay here with me during my week-off from the gang. I want you by my side at all times so I make up for all our missed moments.

He cooed gently as he had you in a bear hug, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders and neck, his hands massaging your stomach. For the first time in what seemed like months - you felt like you were a precious jewel, you felt loved and how your insecurities dissolved into thin air when the infatuation could be felt in his touch. He held you close and didn't want to let you go anytime soon.

-I am sorry I was not there when you needed me. I am sorry that I didn't take down enough stars for you so I could prevent this from happening.

-Rindou, it's not your fault. You've always been such a caring and compassionate man and I'd never switch you for anything else in the world. I was the one who inculcated negativity in my own mind and let myself sink into insecurities that I made up about myself...

You held each other for the entire day as you poured out all your frustrations about seeing different people with a more attractive body structure than yours, all while Rindou coaxed you into eaing the risotto he had prepared for you, including an aloe vera gel that helped with detoxing and cleansing. His words of affirmation and compliments mixed with his touch let you go of your strains.

He prepared himself, researching various ways to subsequently and carefully increase your calorie intake and set your mind aside from the searing insecurities plaguing your mind and driving you to do harm to your body. Rindou made sure to engulf you in sweet words and affirmations about your figure in the most nausea-inducing detail you could imagine. The shape of your legs to the way your hands move when you speak or just do anything in general, how you're an angel sent from above to him.

He'd prepare a nice table with your favorite meals and pour you some of the most exquisite wine brands he loved collecting, He'd make mixtapes and playlists devoted for you that you would listen when he had to go out. He'd show you just how precious you are by embracing you every night and holding you close to him and not letting go.

His rough hands travelling up and down in a massage, while squeezing the sides of your body. Stretch marks? That's fine, you're his litte tiger. Spots all over your body? He doesn't notice them the slightest.

The moonlight emitted comfort during this evening, illuminating your features with a yellowish hue.

Rindou once again held you tight in his embrace, back pressed into the soft mattress of the bed, hands travelling up and down your body. Your bodies felt like they were becoming one with how swiftly the passion grows within the air around you, your tongues swirling in a lustful dance...

©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are appreciated

#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou

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scenteddelusion5 · 28 days

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A Daring Creature -Part 2

Zestial x angel fem reader

Note: The chapters of 'A Daring Creature' are a lot shorter than the multi-chapter fic I've written for Vox and the reason for that is because writing old english is a lot more exhausting and I don't want to make you wait too long. Hope you understand!

Warning: inacurate middle English and attempted (sexual is implied) assault (It doesn't go far)

Word count: 1458

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Zestial had barely knocked on her bedroom door, when the door opened revealing Y/n. She wore a simple dress with her hair put up, every single one of her angel features were noticeable.

"I'm ready to go!" She made a little jump of excitement.

"Nay, thou art not." Zestial held up his old, black coat. "Putteth it on. I doth not wisheth for everyone to knoweth I am housing an angel."

"Fine." She took the coat and used it to cover her angelic wings. "Happy?"

Zestial grabbed the hood and pulled it over her halo. "Yes."

The two made it down the stairs and out the front door. Y/n was hopping around, being able to take in hell for the first time.

"Where are we going first?" She asked, staring at the growing city in the distance.

"We art just going to doth a few tasks, nothing special." As Zestial was walking around, the demons around disappeared from the streets out of fear. "Keepeth quiet and doth not interact with aught."

"Don't worry, I can handle myself."

Zestial didn't answer but the silence made his scepticism clear.

He was looking at her prancing around with wonder. It was a strange sight, seeing someone so mesmerised at the horrid streets of hell like it was wonderland. Although if he went to heaven, he too would be intrigued by the underworld. Maybe even visit, like Y/n had done.

She was prancing from one side of the sidewalk to the other. At some point she looked into the show window of an abandoned store, they had run off when Zestial came into view.

"Where is everyone?" She asked. "It's says that it's open but no one's inside."

"It doest not matter." He walked past her. "Keepeth walking, it is unbecoming to beest late."

When she noticed she was a bit too far behind, she ran up to him. "You haven't actually told me yet where we're going."

"First, we art going to visiteth an old friend. Then thee stayeth there while I wend to a meeting." Zestial took a sharp turn to the side entrance of a building.

"So you are leaving me inside again?"

"If it be true thee maketh not trouble-" He knocked on the door.- "I shall taketh thee to where ever thee wanteth to wend this afternoon."

"Fine."

The door opened, revealing a tall woman with white hair pulled up to look like horns. Her red eyes looked Y/n up and down. The glare made a shiver go down the angel's spine.

"Zestial, it's good to see you." The woman stepped aside to let him and Y/n inside. "I see you brought a friend. What can I do for you?"

"Carmilla, I am afraid I has't to asketh thee for a favour." Zestial put his hand on Y/n's shoulder. "Can thee host Y/n in thy home here during the overlord meeting?" He pulled down her hood, when Y/n was about to pull it down. "I hadst to bringeth her out and I didst not wanteth to headeth all the way back to my manner to receiveth her afterwards."

"Who is she?" Carmilla questioned. "It isn't like you to pick up charity cases."

"Thou art as attentive as ever," Zestial admitted, "Y/n is an angel." He ripped of the cloak revealing her glowing halo and majestic wings.

"I take it you want to keep this under wraps." She inspected the angel in front of her once more. "As long as she doesn't cause any trouble."

"Doth not worry, she shall not."

Carmilla had Y/n showed to common room where she was to stay. The two overlords had been gone for half an hour when Y/n started to get bored. No one was around, she had no one to talk to like at Zestial's home and there were no activities she could possibly come up with without making a mess. Y/n realised she ended up in a worse situation than if she had stayed back.

How she wanted to explore hell already... Maybe she could. It couldn't be that bad and if something happened she could just run back to Zetial's or Carmilla's home.

The angel's eyes landed on an open window. It was very high up but the only one that was open. She took of her cloak and folded it up in her arms. Finally being able to stretch his wings. Y/n spread time wide, jumped up and made her way through the window.

The angel landed in an alley. She quickly looked around, making sure no one had seen her and then covered herself with the cloak again.

Y/n recognized the street as the one she walked with Zestial on with. If she was careful with her turns, she could probably find her way back, besides Carmilla's home was very recognizable.

Walking through the street was very different than when she was with Zestial. Demons roamed the street, yelling fighting or just minding their business. Looking too her left, she recognized the shop she had seen earlier. Now it was filled with demons.

After a few turns, she seemed to have caught the interests of a group of denizens. A big, muscular, shark demon seemed to be the one in charge while smaller demons of all kinds followed him around.

"And what's a girlie like you doing out here?" The shark demon smirked, showing off his sharp teeth. "Don't you know I'm in charge around these parts?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just exploring, I will get out of your way." Y/n smiled awkwardly and tried to step around the group.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not just letting you go." The demon stepped in front of her again.

"Yeah!" One of the other demons yelled.

"So, what are you going to give us?"

The group started to get uncomfortably close. Some started even pulling at her cloak.

"Leave me alone! Stop it!" Y/n looked around in horror in the hopes of finding help but everyone ignored it. She had to remember, she was in hell now and this was normal here.

Just as she lost hope, someone intruded.

"Leave the girl alone fuckers!" The demon had white hair all over his body, had six arms, and had one white and one black eye. "Or I'll fucking kill you!" He held up two guns.

"Then do it, cowardly SLUT!" One yelled.

As soon as he heard it bullets went flying, some of them barely missed her.

"You alright?" He held out a hand. "The name's Angel Dust."

"Y/n", she smiled, "does stuff like this happen often here?"

"Yeah, you'll learn how to defend yourself." Angel put the guns away and quickly fixed his hair. "Which way were you going, love?"

"I don't really know. I was just looking around, exploring."

"Then I have to show you the best places to party. Come on!"

Zestial was sitting through a painfully long meeting. The overlords of the newer VVV-group were picking fights with the others. There was an especially strong tension between Vox and Alastor. Subjects that normally took two minutes to discuss, took now ten.

Zestial decided to stay out of most of it, they weren't worth his time and the headaches that would be caused by arguing with them. He wondered what Y/n was doing, knowing her, she was probably bored out of her mind, dramatically laying down on the couch in woeful self-pity. He smiled at the thought.

"What has you smiling so, Zestial?" Alastor asked, putting everyone's attention on the spider demon.

"Doth thee knoweth the declaring curiosity hath killed the cat?" Zestial asked.

The Radio demon's smile widened. "Only if the cat got caught but if you don't want to tell us then so be it."

He wasn't sure why he had reacted that way. It's true that Zestial was worried about people finding out he was harbouring an angel but this seemed to be an overreaction. Why was he so overprotective of the girl? Had he already grown fond of her? No, he shouldn't be. The spider demon only needed her for his own agenda, that's the only reason he's protecting her.

The meeting took another two hours, when it was finally finished. Zestial and Carmilla swiftly made their way to her mansion. Zestial entered the common room, shocked to find it empty.

"Y/n, where art thou?" He asked, maybe she was hiding somewhere or she made up another ridiculous activity. "Y/n!"

He didn't get an answer. The two overlords started searching around the room. When there was no sign of her, they looked around the rest of the mansion, still nothing.

Zestial looked up, seeing the open window. She wouldn't have.. No! She would, she definitely would.

"That insolent angel."

Part 3

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popagan · 5 days

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Hey there! I was wondering if It was okay to ask for some fic recs? I read your izaya post and already devoured the ones you mentioned 😭

(if not that's okay too!! No pressure, ty ty 🫶🫶)

Gladly. I'll put some fics I have saved in my library, which range from one-shots to longer series. I'll put it in two categories - finished and ongoing(unfinished/abandoned), in word count order (Ascending), as well as a poorly made logline from me for each fic (+ links). I'll also add some additional notes on my end regarding certain (most) fics.

Finished:

5 times Izaya was told I love you (391 words) - The plot is in the title. Shizuo/Izaya.

It's short but sweet(?), I'm a huge fan of writings that uses listing as a form of narrative.

Just to Talk (660 words) - It's Valentine's, and also Tsukumoya-and-Izaya-fighting-in-their-chat day. Tsukumoya/Izaya (implied).

I love Tsukumoya and Izaya's chatlogs, there's something so gossip girls about them. And they bicker like an old married couple (in spirit) as well.

Tsukumoya Shinichi's Turn! (1k words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya reflects on his relationship (as well as feelings) with Izaya.

Very creative writing, I adore their take on Tsukumoya's character.

I Think I Miss Him (1k2 words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya finds Izaya. Tsukumoya/Izaya.

This one hits a particular spot, given the ending is my kind of drill.

Sweet like vanilla pudding (1k6 words) - Shizuo finds a new way to tease Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Adorable, adorable, adorable. Important things must be repeated thrice.

Izaya's Zoo of the Strange and Unusual (1k8 words) - Shiki got Izaya to be a babysitter for exotic animals. Shiki/Izaya.

Camorra usually writes stories that incorporates fantastical/fairy tale-like elements, to which I absolutely adore, their comedy writing is one of my favorite.

dépaysement (2k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing--compared to other people--takes a different route for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

It isn't a fic recommendation blog from user popagan if I don't mention onewhodiedyoung at least once (I'm sorry). The way onewhodiedyoung write is not something I wanted but something I never knew I needed. A work of art, I say.

I Promise (2k3 words) - History calls it Christmas Eve, Izaya calls it The End, Shizuo/Izaya.

I love this one, mainly the buildup. I think about their take in Izaya's character way too frequently. Kanra_chan writes a lot of interesting stories.

flytrap (3k2 words) - A reflection, a continuation of what could've been and what had happened; as well as what might - or will happen. Shinra/Izaya.

Beautiful writing, enchanted me from start to finish.

venus in furs (3k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Hanahaki disease and the loved in question is a lover of mankind. Shizuo/Izaya.

I love zigur's writing - especially how they describe Izaya as someone with a surreal kind of beauty. I also love stories told in second pov.

Open Cage (4k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing in a new city, and re-meeting a certain monster. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

Bittersweet. Gives me chills every time I reread it.

This Is How We End (4k4 words) - Shizuo chose to be better, but that may include letting go of a certain enemy - if impulsivity isn't a problem. Shizuo/Izaya.

Finding TeamAlphaQ's works is like striking gold. My absolute favorite, but their other works may strike your fancy better - subjectivity and all that.

Sub-Zero (4k7 words) - Namie-centric. A secretary bonding with her mentally ill boss. Shizuo/Izaya (implied?).

I can't say a lot without spoiling it, but prepare for heartbreaks maybe. I love Namie and Izaya bonding(?) though. Friendships are the best.

stranger than earth (5k3 words) - Shiki-centric, Shiki/Izaya.

I don't know what else to say other than that it is the whole plot. Beautiful writing, the ship is a bit questionable though (and it's not their writing I have a problem with - far from it; just the nature of said ship strikes me as odd - but AO3 isn't a lawless land for nothing. One must be able to distinguish fiction from reality if one wish to indulge into Internet culture, yes?). Zigur once more, I love Greek myths and there isn't a lot I can defend myself with.

lie me to sleep (6k6 words) - Post-ketsu. Izaya is Shizuo's god.

I'm a bit guilty for referencing Izaya's "You past is your god" but a chance like this is one in a lifetime - I had to do it. The writing is another kind of heartache. This tender melancholy is what kept me afloat in the midst of many agonizing fic (cough April 23rd, laundry, All That Hate cough). Instead of burying me in the dirt, onewhodiedyoung buried me in flowers and let me choke on pollens instead.

Shizuo Vs. Valentine's (7k5 words) - Shizuo wakes up to a Valentine's gift at his door. Shizuo & Izaya.

The comedy found in the established situation left me giddy. Very fun read.

Why I Hate Izaya Orihara: An Essay by Shizuo Heimajiwa (8k2 words) - Shizuo listing out the problems in his life, and that includes Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

TeamAlphaQ strikes again, I love the comedy in this; and once more - listing and repetitions. They're my guilty pleasure it seems.

Clair de Lune (8k1 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya healing. Shizuo/Izaya.

I recommend all of NoteInABottle's works. If I could, I would make a homework out of it for everyone reading this blog here to read all of their work - DRRR or not. But unfortunately I did not read their non-DRRR work so I am not exempted from shame.

Just Walk Down the Aisle Already (9k1 words) - Izaya thinks marriage is nonsensical, Shizuo begs to differ. Shizuo/Izaya.

Kind of Strange (9k2 words) - Izaya is a wish-granting kind of being, Shizuo is not thrilled. Shizuo/Izaya.

kamogawa (9k2 words) - Shizuo, Izaya, Kamogawa; and their years-old feud. Shizuo/Izaya.

Words cannot describe how emotional this made me at 4 in the morning. It was reaching blue hour as well (my favorite hour) - the surrealness and sentiment was overwhelming.

All That Hate (9k5 words) - Izaya-centric. Like all things, it comes to an end. Shizuo/Izaya (one-sided).

It is in the tags so I'll reiterate - it is a heartbreaker, this fic. And I am positively eating this up. The last few lines took my heart and ran over it with a Caterpillar 320D L Hydraulic Excavator.

laundry (9k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Shizuo finds Izaya in all the odd hours of this rundown laundry establishment.

Well, all I can say is that my jaw was on the floor. I recommend all of izayas's DRRR work, though. til the war's won (10k words) is another favorite of mine.

Time; Between Spaces (16k words) - A strange amnesiac Shizuo and a stranger Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

An interesting take on Izaya as a character, never failed to give my stomach butterflies. Their writing is so endearing, reminds me of high school love stories in a way (unsure how and why). Silly Shizaya, oh so silly.

Ice like Glass (23k words) - Izaya tries to win over a Winter Fairy - a Fairy Prince might I add. Shiki/Izaya.

Under the Surface (23k words) - Buried (2010) with Shizuo and Izaya bonding.

An enjoyable ride, for the characters maybe not so much.

see you on the other side; (28k words) - Between slip-ups, there are gaps in their relationship--one of which is a busted skull. Shizuo/Izaya.

The first two chapters gave me a slap which had me spinning 5 times in the air and land on my back - crashing into a comically large pool of my own tears. Proud to say I've been here since chapter 1 (sobbing).

Telescope Now (40k words) - A concussion turned wrong. Shizuo/Izaya.

It was a rollercoaster-of-emotions experience reading this fic. Certain lines had me silently scream into thin air and sob into my pillows.

Viewpoint (43k words) - Namie-centric, as well as Shizuo/Namie, Izaya/Namie, and implied Shizuo/Izaya.

I think you'll have to find out by reading it, I'm unsure how I can explain this without giving the plot away. Fairly intriguing; major spoilers ahead - I'm a bit bummed out the Shizuo & Izaya chapter never released, and also a tad more bummed out it didn't end as polyamory. Nevertheless, wonderful work, beautiful analysis into Namie as a character.

The Fox and the Samurai (127k words) - Izaya is a fox spirit and Shizuo is a samurai tasked to kill him.

Very interesting, I love old/medieval themes. Was delighted at the ending.

Ongoing/Unfinished:

Disney Stories, As Told By The Cast Of Durarara!! (1k6 words) - DRRR casts in Disney stories. Shizuo/Izaya.

Endlessly entertaining. Interesting idea, shame it never continued. Would've love to see Cinderella Izaya/Shizuo.

elevator ego. (11k words) - Someone wants Izaya gone, and it'll take a friend and an enemy to do that. Shizuo/Izaya and Shinra/Izaya (apparently).

Kept me at the edge of my seat, unfortunately I'll never get to see the end of it. The last two chapters will remain as one of my life's biggest mystery.

Toes (12k words) - Post-ketsu. Shinra and Shizuo looks for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Was hooked since the synopsis. I adore the story, would've love to see more.

In a Week (18k words) - In which Shizuo is a priest assigned to a small countryside community, and Izaya is a vampire. Shizuo/izaya.

I love the story established here, hoping to see more. It was updated a month ago.

When It Counts (23k words) - Darkwood-esque (stated in tags). Doomsday-like, infestations, forests, and also a dying Izaya it seems. Shizuo/Izaya.

Interesting concept. Looking forward to the next chapter. I enjoy adversities and doomsdays fics (procrastinating on other zombie apocalypse Shizaya fics as I'm writing this). It's rather humorous at times as well - that or I'm coping.

Go To Hell (45k words) - Medieval theme. Izaya finds himself in another world with his memories tampered. Shizuo/Izaya.

Takes place in Hell (quite literally). Interesting concept, I love the imageries. I might draw something for this fic after I've cleared commissions. It's still starting and establishing its plot and I can't wait for a new chapter to come by this Saturday (if things go smoothly on their end).

City of Sunshine (59k words) - An OC who had been transferred to Ikebukuro. What's worse - it's in an anime as well.

I love stories where characters are pushed into a world that was a media they've consumed before. I really wish to see more of this, seeing I got attached to said character haha. Furthermore, nothing hooks me up more than a character befriending everyone and just trying to navigate in their newfound environment. I really hope to find more work like these - I'm a believer of all DRRR casts x fun times/friendships lol. Back to this fic - I love how they incorporate their own character with the DRRR storyline; slice of life + overarching storyline/personal character goals? Count me in.

Tangled Threads (75k words) - Shizuo and Delic are two cousins who closely resemble each other, and Izaya has two hands for a reason. Shizuo/Izaya, Delic/Izaya.

It's a rather explicit fic--but I was too deep in the plot to stop (2 A.M. decisions). The concept hooked me and now I reap the undying curiosity of what could happen next. I made the rookie mistake of reading before checking the last time it was updated - only to check it halfway through the fic and knees-deep in the trench. Now my yearning will go unanswered. A mild spoiler here (which could serve as a warning) - but the latest chapter is right at the climax, so now I'm left on this cliff--teetering to insanity.

Ophidian (104k words) - In which Izaya is Shizuo's yokai companion and they fight other spirits together. Shizuo/Izaya(?).

I'm not sure if it'll get another update - I hope it will. I'm loving the energy this fic has created in the studio today. Beautiful imageries; the amount of research and dedication that might've gone into this fic is commendable.

Impostor (130k words) - Medieval theme. To which Izaya has to fake being a woman to marry the king (Shizuo). Shizuo/Izaya.

There are a lot of things I love - medieval themes being one of them. I can't fight the allegations on my part here. I love Shirohimesstories, they're the reason I check AO3 every Saturday with their 5 ongoing Shizaya fics. Chapter 25 and 26 gave my heart a good squeeze.

I think that's all I could remember/find for now. I've only rejoined the fandom and started reading this February (it took me years to realize I could try and look for DRRR fics on AO3). And I'm barely through page 30 on the DRRR (truthfully - only Izaya Orihara tags) works page and there are still more works I'm finding amongst those 30 pages. I've also been writing this blog for way longer than I would like to, so I'll stop here.

I apologise to all the authors whose works have been mentioned here - not out of ill will or so, but rather because I did not leave a comment in most of them (and I wish I could leave more than one kudos). Please take this entire blog site as an apology (I'm not sure if it's enough/worthy to be regarded as compensation). I should make it a habit to leave a comment soon, I get too shy when I'm about to press post and it's hard to find the proper words to compliment people's works without making it sound repetitive/reused.

Regardless, I've held you (yes, you) for way too long, haha. Thank you for sparing your time reading this poorly-made tangent I've been on. For the ask - I apologise it took so long, I have no defense. I hope you enjoy the fics I recommend here.

Also, Izaya birthday merch dropped, on april 23rd (for some people--it's me. I am people). Here's to all the broken hearts and drained wallets.

#durarara #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #popask #fic rec #i don't think i can upload anything new anytime soon (unless proven otherwise - you know how inspiration goes)#please take the route to my twitter as it is where i post more works with varying degree of qualities #i tend not to post the same thing on different platforms #sorry i keep editing this

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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hii :) c'est moi, hehe. i couldn't resist that tempting offer you made, so here i am^^

take all the time you need to do this, and most importantly, take care of yourself, first.<33

i was wondering if you could write about Ōgai, Yukichi and Doppo, separately, with a s/o who practices martial arts and who very much enjoys them as a sport? (if you need any more specific hint, aikido is preferable, though do as you wish :))

perhaps s/o is playful and teasy, and started a play-fight, surprising them with a technique or something? without hurting them too much of course, hihi

neutral pronouns (they/them) are good, though i don't mind he/him. up to you ^^

[lol sorry if it sounds dumb, but i often think about it ever since i started practicing martial arts..]

anyways, take care !

— L

a/n: hi L! I don't actually know much about martial arts but I hope this was good enough :)) i tried my best

warnings: some profanity

with an s/o who practices martial arts for sport

featuring: Mori, Fukuzawa, Kunikida x GN!Reader

Mori Ougai

He's quite elated and supportive about it, the three main points being:

(1) As a former doctor, engaging regularly in any physical activity is a healthy habit.

(2) As your lover, of course he's hecking proud. Isn't it cool to have a s/o who's honing their skills in something they love? And can kick ass while doing it?

And most importantly (3) there's low risk of you getting seriously hurt since you're not "out in the field." While he still would be supportive of you if you did go that route, it's still a big relief that he doesn't have to worry about your life being on the line, especially given his current occupation.

The only thing he doesn't like about it is that you keep surprise-tackling him. Sure, he can fight if he wanted to, but given that his style is lethal (and dependent on the existence of a scalpel) there's not much he tries to do, especially if you're physically stronger than him.

"Y/N, I love you. So please let go. Please-"

If you have any tournaments, he'll do his best to attend, although because he's so busy him he seldom actually makes it. So he would compensate by some form of congratulatory celebration, be it a fancy dinner or whatever you like.

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Strangely enough, he's the most chill about it among the three. Don't get me wrong it's not that he's not impressed at all. It's just that he assesses your skills from the perspective of a fellow practitioner.

He's not so strict about it tho since you are just doing it for sport.

He'd gladly demonstrate or share any tips he has. Ask him and he won't hesitate to help you. Sometimes he'll even invite you to train with Kunikida during their sessions.

Sparring with him alone is unfortunately a seldom thing. Work eats up most of his time and energy so he's not able to spend time with you in general as much as he'd like to.

Yet each session with him gives a massive boost to your skills. He's able to counter and even teach you new moves outside of the style that you're mastering - something which even the other people you learn with/from can't do.

As to you trying to pull tricks on him... you can try, but it will never work. He may play along for the first few moments but he'll swiftly counter it just the same. The most you'll get from him is a "I see you've learned something new. Good try."

Words cannot express - not that he uses them much, really - how proud he is whenever he notices your abilities improving. But the occasional smile.

Kunikida Doppo

You can bet he fell hard when he found out you're learning martial arts. Doesn't matter if you were already dating at the time or not when you started.

He'll definitely teach/coach you the most compared to the other two. There's allotted time and plans for progress all written down. Important events like tournaments and the like are in his notebook as well.

Unlike Fukuzawa, sparring would definitely be one of your more frequent "bonding" activities. Kunikida believes it saves time and is just a win-win for both of you anyway.

Now this one is a little too mindful about what part of you he touches whether it's during demonstration or actual sparring. He apologizes extremely quickly and frequently even when it's nothing too bad. He also gets flustered if you two are in any way, shape, or form in an awkward position.

Which is why although the gap in skill is considerably large (but not as large as with Fukuzawa), you can catch him off-guard and tease/surprise-tackle him. This is Kunikida we're talking about - any barrier he has put on will disintegrate quickly. Push him just a little and you will get reaction that you want.

"Focus, Y/N."

"Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?"

"I-I-"

Eventually, he'll let you off the hook with any of your antics as long as it doesn't delay your schedule.

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#bsd #fukuzawa yukichi #kunikida doppo #mori ougai #fukuzawa x reader #kunikida x reader #mori ougai x reader

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When In Rome...

Summary: You've been dating August Walker for several months and things are wonderful. Until one date night, August shows you a new side of him, and yourself.

Pairing: August Walker/Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warning: NC-17 - SMUT with a pinch of fluff! Soft Dom!August, inexperienced sub!Reader, Teeniest Switch!Reader, Multiple Orgasms, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Shower Masturbation, Body Fluids, Teasing, Fingering, Restraints, P in V, Cream Pie, Toys, Scratching, Spanking, Stimulation, Hand Job, Sensation play, Cock Warming, Blindfolds, minor Subspace, Soft!August, Aftercare

Inspiration: Netflix's How to Build a Sex Room. The title is a reference to the quote: "When in Rome, do as the Roman's do." which means; Go with the flow!

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You had been seeing August for several months, the two of you had met in Rome, where you were on vacation and August was on a work trip. You were admiring the magnificent Trevi fountain, when this, absolute, hulk of human being stepped up beside you, wearing a button down, plaid shirt and tight blue jeans with a dark and faded, Kansas City, Chiefs ball cap. You instantly tensed, and not because you were frightened by him, though he did have an intimidating edge about him. He was so damned handsome, that sharp jaw dusted with stubble and his upper lip crowned with a thick, but meticulously groomed, mustache. He towered above you and his muscles filled out his clothing in a way that you wondered how he wasn't popping buttons and seams.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” He purred in a deep, American accent, tilting his chin towards the fountain.

You blinked up at him several times, then finally glanced back at the piece of art. “Yeah, it's gorgeous.” You squeaked, throat tight.

“Almost three million cubic feet of water runs through the fountain, every day.” He said, rather nonchalantly.

“That's rather impressive!” You replied, looking at the fountain with surprise.

The strange man turned towards you, extending his hand. “I'm August.” He said, flashing a million dollar smile at you, that had your knees turning into jelly.

“Nice to meet you, August.” You replied, shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

“I couldn't help but notice you, and hope you don't find this too forward.” August began, holding your eyes, his deep and mysterious. “But would you like to grab lunch with me?” He asked, cocking his head at you.

You gasped softly, taken aback by his request, and stared up at him, your hand still ever-so-gently clutched in his hand, you felt enchanted by him. “I'd love to.”

From that lunch onward, being with August was always an adventure, globe-trotting, expensive dinners and gifts, and the sex was amazing! But you were about to learn about a whole new side of August Walker and experience a different adventure.

“I had a great night, August.” You sighed, relaxing in the passenger seat of his matte black, Bugatti Chiron.

“It's not over yet, love.” He smirked, resting his hand on your thigh, stroking the fabric of your black, cap sleeve dress with lace detail.

“Oh, is that so?” You grinned back at him.

“It definitely is.” August nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

You were excited to find out what August had in store for the rest of the night, as you looked out the window, the cityscape twinkling against the blackness of the night sky. But as you stared at the city, you realized you and August weren't on the right side of the city to be going back to August's apartment. You looked over at him, a small spark of suspicion and concern blooming in the pit of your stomach.

“Gus, I thought we were going back to your place.” You pointed it out.

“We are, sweetheart.” He replied, patting your thigh reassuringly. “Don't you worry.”

You nodded, trusting August.

The drive was quiet the rest of the way to your destination, where you eventually left the city behind, turning off of the highway and into an industrial section of town. You looked at August dubiously, but he just chuckled at you, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. He turned onto a short, gravel driveway of a gated property, entered the pass code and drove on towards a medium sized and unassuming, black painted, cinder-block warehouse.

“Is this where I find out you're really a serial killer?” You quipped, dryly.

August laughed, pulling into a single parking spot. “No, babe, it's not. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it after our first date.” He teased back, opening his door and stepping out, then moved around and opened your door, extending his hand to you.

You took August's hand and got out of the car, following him towards the main door of the warehouse, he punched in another pass code and swung the door open, before extending your hand forward and moving out of your way, indicating he wanted you to go inside first. You glanced up at him, before going through the dark portal, almost instantly blinded by bright lights that flickered on with the help of motion sensors. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you gasped at what laid before you, it looked nothing like a warehouse, it looked more like a house!

The walls were covered in dark red and black, grass-cloth damask wallpaper with charcoal gray Kentucky Rose Crown molding and matching baseboard, the ceiling was painted black with small flecks of gold, lined with recess lighting and the concrete floor was high gloss and so polished, you could see your own reflection in it. The main room you stood in had a long leather couch, a low coffee table, a mini fridge and a flat screen tv, with two closed doors, one in front of you and one to your left. You jumped slightly, feeling August's hands suddenly on the zipper at your nape, but he calmed you with a gentle kiss to the nook of your neck, slowly pulling the zipper down, before slipping a hand inside the loose fabric, soothing a palm over your back and side, until he cupped your hip.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered into your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

You drew in a soft breath, your mouth working for a moment. “I-I do, August.” You whimpered, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you willing to have some fun with me?” He asked, tracing the rim of your ear with the tip of his nose, before lightly tugging on it with his teeth.

Your stomach flipped. “I can give it a try, for you, Gus.” You gulped, starting to breathe heavy.

“Excellent.” August smirked, gliding his hand up from your hip to your shoulder and pushed your dress off of it, followed by the other, allowing your dress to cascade down your body, like the trickle of water, and pool around your high heels. “Your safe word is: Rome.” He rumbled into your neck, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you back against him, allowing you to feel his growing arousal.

“A safe word?” You echoed, turning your face into the side of his and lifted a brow.

“Mmhm.” August nodded, smoothing his palm up your stomach and cupped your breast through the lace fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing it. “Just in case you need a break or I do something you don't like, my sweet Lamb.”

“What would you do that I might not like?” You asked, frowning at him.

August chuckled at you, lifting his head and kissed you delicately on the lips. “All in due time, Lamb, all in due time.” He cooed against your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip for a second. “First things first though.” He said, moving away slightly, to unclasp your bra. “Finish getting undressed and go through that door over there.” He instructed you, pointing out the door straight ahead of you.

“What's over there?” You inquired, taking off your heels, removing your bra and slipping out of your panties, but gasped as August lightly smacked you on the ass. “What was that for!” You demanded, turning towards him.

“You're asking too many questions, Lamb.” He grinned at you, thoroughly amused by your inexperienced innocence. “Just be a good girl and do as I say.” He said, resting his hands on your shoulders and turned you back around to face the door, giving you a much more gentle pat on the bum, to get you going in its direction.

You shot August a look over your shoulder, but did as he asked, going up to the door and turned the black, curved lever knob, to reveal a well equipped bathroom on the other side. The walls and flooring were the same as the first room, but the ceiling was nothing but bright, high quality lighting panels, there was an enormous, acrylic, freestanding, overflow soaking tub to one side, the outside of it wrapped in copper accent. A metal and walnut shelf ran the length of the wall behind the tub, holding towels, wash clothes and loofahs, body washes, shampoos and conditioners, as well as all manners of bath salts. On the other side of the bathroom was a glass encased shower, with a rainfall shower head and jets coming out of the walls. You noticed metal grab bars bolted into the gray, transparent subway tile, at varying heights.

There were candles of all thickness and heights positioned about the room, on the floor, on shelves and around the tub, unlit. The bathroom had the most romantic feeling, which was odd for a bathroom, but you felt it encouraging your mood. What startled you though, were the things hanging on the wall on the other side of the tub, thick leather cuffs, with connectors, and a few things you hadn't a clue to their identity.

The door to the bathroom opened and August joined you, smiling at you sweetly, but his blue eyes held mischief and arousal. He was naked now himself, and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, kissed you deeply and with a heated passion. You moaned into his mouth, flicking your tongue against his as it slipped into your mouth, hungry and dominant.

“God, you are gorgeous.” He growled, breaking the kiss and looking you over, like a hungry wolf.

“I would say the feeling is mutual.” You smirked back at him, hugging your arms around his waist. “So, what are we doing, Gus?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“Showering.” He told you, unlocking your arms from around his waist and went over to the table against the wall, taking a loofah, wash cloth, bottle of body wash, shampoo and condition, then pulled you over to the shower and stepped inside with you.

“But I took a shower before our date.” You protested, softly. “Four hours ago.”

“Yes, I know.” August replied, closing the shower door and turned to the shower controls. “But I have standards for play time, so we'll wash again.” He told you, setting the water temperature and turning on the shower head, causing pleasantly warm water to rain down over your head, drawing out a moan.

“Are you going to tell me, what kind of play we're doing?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You're in the middle of it now, Lamb.” August smirked, wetting the wash cloth and wiped your makeup off, before popping open the shampoo and squeezed it into your hair.

“Wait a second, I can bath myself, good sir!” You protested, as August started to work the shampoo into a lather, batting his hands away.

August pressed his lips together, drawing in a long, deep breath and letting it out just the same, before rinsing his hands and stepped out of the shower, going over to the wall of cuffs and took a pair off, bringing them back to you.

“Oh no.” You shook your head, backing away from him.

“You're being a complicated Brat.” He said, still advancing on you, trapping you in the far corner. “I'm not going to put up with that.” He told you, reaching out and spun you around, pinning your arms behind you and shackled the soft, but strong, leather cuffs around your wrists and clipped them together with the small silver ring attached to them. “Mmm, you're even prettier in cuffs than I thought you would be, Lamb.” He cooed at you, biting his lip as he stared at your bound hands resting on the small of your back.

You twisted and tugged on them, but found they had no give.

“Are you ready to behave for me now?” He asked, grabbing you by the elbow and pulled you away from the wall, seeing the streaks of sudsy shampoo dripping down your face.

You pressed your lips together, eyes squeezed shut against the soap in your eyes, but didn't answer him, which only made him chuckle.

“Good girl.” He smiled, threading his fingers back into your hair and started working the shampoo into your scalp, gently wiping away the bits that trickled down your forehead, before more got into your eyes.

“Still don't get why you're bathing me.” You commented, even though it felt really good to have his strong fingers and hand to massage the conditioner into your hair.

“I told you, I have standards, and I know they're met, when I do them.” He explained, glancing down at you. “Plus, brownie points for me, I get to touch your nude body all over.” He smirked triumphantly, rinsing the conditioner out and picking up the loofah and unscented body wash.

You hummed, considering his words as he started to rub the soapy loofah over your chest and collarbone, his touch and attention was gentle, but thorough, working in even circles across your skin. You had to admit, this was rather nice, having someone else bath you, it wasn't degrading or childish, the look August gave you as he moved the sponge over your breasts, making you shiver from the sensation of the rough texture on your sensitive and hardening nipples, drawing out a loud moan that mixed in with the patter of droplets from the showerhead. August smirked at you, watching your push your chest forward against his hand and the loofah, clearly wanting more from the contact, but he continued on, caressing over your sides, watching you squirm as he touched the ticklish skin he knew was there, making you giggle involuntarily, a much different sound from the one you had made a moment before.

“August.” You whimpered, breathless, peering up at him.

“Mmhm.” He hummed back at you, nodding his head and smirking, smugly. “I think you'll enjoy play time a lot more now.” He said, turning you around, washing your arms and back. “That you're relaxed and clean.” He whispered, moving lower with the loofah, massaging your butt and slipping between your legs.

You whimpered, feeling him wash your privates, and found you couldn't hold yourself back, rocking against the length of the sponge gently. August laughed, seeing you rut against the loofah, working the soap into a frenzied lather between your clenched legs, whimpering and moaning as you stimulated your pussy on the coarse sponge. He was loving this little show, how unexpected it was, how much it turned him on. August held the loofah still, allowing you to rub yourself off on it, your eyes squeezed shut and lip clamped between your teeth. You pressed your forehead to August's chest to steady yourself, feeling your legs shake and the building of your orgasm in the pit of your belly.

“August!” You moaned, pressing your face harder into his wet body, tugging on your restraints. “Fuck, Gus!” You cried out, hugging your legs around the loofah and his hand.

“You going to come for me, Lamb?” August growled back at you, wrapping his free arm around you, helping to keep you up right, and feeling the thick droplets of your come wash over his hand and down your legs with the shower water. “Are you going to drench my hand, so I have to wash you again?” He huffed, his cock heavy between his thick thighs, twitched.

“God, yes!” You mewled, trembling as your climax came to a head.

“Look at me, then!” He snapped, but not harshly. “I want to watch you come, my love.” He cooed, slipping his hand under your chin and pushed your head back, so you looked him in the face. “Let me see that beautiful face, while you orgasm.”

You whined, breathing unevenly as you finally surrendered and gushed all over August's hand and the loofah, your knees going weak and folding together, thankfully August held you up as you continued to be rocked by the power of your pleasure, before falling forward against him, feeling like putty. August pressed a kiss to your forehead, grinning like a madman as he pulled the sponge from between your legs and dropped it to the floor, gently lifting you and setting you down on a wooden bench that was in the shower.

“That was quite the treat, Lamb.” He purred at you, then stepped back out of the shower to grab another clean loofah, and finished washing you, before showering himself.

You watched him wash, soaping that body not even the most skilled Greek sculptor could pull off with marble. A question popped into your mind, as you watched him clean between his legs, a soft smirk pulling across your lips. “I understand your standards now. But we're going to get messy again. So, what's the point of getting clean, only to get dirty again?” You inquired, as he carded his fingers through his curls, rinsing the conditioner out of them, while also washing the soap off his body.

August shot a sideways look at you, a little smirk pulling up one corner of his own mouth, amused you had clearly caught on to what was going on. “Who said we wouldn't be showering again, afterwards?” He asked, shaking his head, sending droplets flying and making you giggle at him.

“Fair enough, Walker. Fair enough.” You retorted, lifting your heavy foot to run it up and down the length of his thigh and the back of his knee.

“Someone's in a mood now.” August teased, turning the shower off and scooping you up, carrying you out of the shower and setting you down in the middle of the bathroom, so he could grab a towel.

“Are you going to take these off of me?” You asked, twisting your upper back to show him the cuffs you were still in.

“I will.” He nodded, unfolding a high thread count, black towel and started drying you off. “To put you in dry ones.” He added, smirking at you slyly.

“Ugh, of course!” You huffed, rolling your eyes at him.

August laughed, securing the towel around you, but paused for a moment to wrap his hand around your left bicep and felt the small, thin plastic implant that was under the skin of the inside of your upper arm, before crossing the room, to the black door of a small closet. He reached inside and removed a hanger off the rack, then turned back to you. Showing you what was on the hanger, a deep and shiny emerald green, silk nightie with spaghetti straps and black lace that decorated the breasts and bottom hem, he draped it over the edge of the tub for a moment, to remove your cuffs, tossing those aside, he took the nightie off the hanger and helped you slip into it, the garment just barely fell past your hips.

“Hm.” August hummed, grinning down at you, licking his lips and nodding his head. “I've imagined you in this, many times.” He whispered, letting out a low moan.

“Took you long enough to dare introduce me to it.” You quipped back, stroking the exposed skin of your chest, just above the v-neckline of the garment.

August touched his finger underneath your chin. “We'll see, once we get into the playroom.” He smirked, taking your hand and led you through the door you'd originally come through.

“Playroom?” You repeated, squeezing his hand, and sneaking a peek at his butt. “You didn't strike me as a man that played with toys.” You teased him, nervously, daring to give his rump a pinch with your free hand, making him snap a narrow eyed glance over his shoulder at you.

“Imp.” He huffed, shaking his head. “But you saw a prelude to the toys I play with, Lamb.” He said, stopping at the second door in the main room.

“I did indeed, can't be much worse.” You commented, before he opened the door.

A grin stretched across August's lips as he pushed the door open, revealing his coveted playroom. You took a step forward, poking your head inside and letting your mouth fall open at the space, filled with all sorts of equipment, implements and pieces of furniture.

“I stand corrected.” You gulped, mouth hanging open.

August stroked the back of your hair. “I'll be gentle with you.” He promised, moving around you and into the room. “You remember your safe word?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“Rome.” You replied, nodding at him feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach.

“Do you want to use it?” He inquired, chewing on the inside of his cheek, his skilled and observant eyes detecting your nerves, but also a hint of curiosity.

You licked your lips and looked around the room one more time, before settling your eyes back on August. “No.” You shook your head. “Not yet, at least.”

“Very well, then.” August nodded, reaching out and taking your hand, slowly leading you further into the room that took up most of the rest of the square footage of the warehouse. “Well, I know my Lamb can take being cuffed.” He smirked, massaging his thumb over the top of your hand. “So, let's start with that again.” He said, letting go of your hand and approached the wall of neatly organized implements, picking a pair of cuffs off a hook.

“These cuffs will be gentler on your wrists.” He said, having noticed the red marks on your skin, from twisting and pulling on the other set of leather cuffs. “They are lined with padded velvet.” He explained, coming back to you and motioned for you to hold your hands out to him.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you did as you were instructed, holding your arms out to August, allowing him to slip the soft and comfortable restraints around your wrists and pull the strap taut, securing them together with the buckle clip. He probed his fingers inside the cuffs, making sure they weren't too tight, as to cut off the circulation in your hands, then nodded with satisfaction, before grabbing the makeshift leash that dangled between them. He used it to pull you over to a strange contraption.

It was like an over-sized, step stool, made of metal and the two steps were thickly padded.

“Knees on the bottom step, torso on the top one.” August explained to you, letting go of the leash.

“All right.” You gulped, moving up to it, bracing your hands on the top the best you could, with them being bound together, and planted your knees on the bottom, steadying yourself for a moment, even casting August a look, but he just lifted his brows at you, his head dropping forward slightly, making it clear for you to keep it up.

So, you shifted until you found a comfortable spot for your knees, then leaned forward, pressing your chest to the top step, your nightie pulling up to the small of your back and exposing your bare bum to August, who reached out to caress it with his palm, for a moment, then lifted it away and brought it back, the slap echoing in the vast room with your surprised yelp. You started to turn around and protest, but August grabbed the leash attached to your cuffs and pulled you back down onto the padded step.

“No, you don't.” He chided you, shaking his head, disapprovingly. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled, releasing the buckle of your cuffs, before leaning over and grabbed one of the black chain hard points that were attached to each leg of the bench, clipping it to the loop on your right cuff, then did the same with the left. “There, that'll keep you in place, Lamb.” He cooed, licking his lips and moving to stand beside you, running his fingertips along the length of your spine, stopping just short of your rump, watching your shiver at the contact.

“You like that, Lamb?” He asked, lifting a brow at you, taking note, as he glided his fingers back up towards your neck, smiling as you nodded. “Sensation. Hmm, let's see where this goes, sweet girl.” He hummed, moving away from you.

“August.” You gulped, fidgeting and gently tugging on your restraints, making them rattle against the metal legs.

“Sir.” August corrected you, bluntly. “While we're in this section of the building, you'll call me; Sir.” He explained to you, opening a drawer. “Understood, Lamb?”

You blinked at him, biting your lip. “Sir.” You squeaked, then cleared your throat. “What are you going to do to me?” You asked, worried.

“We're going to play with your sensation, Lamb.” He answered, smirking at you. “I also told you, I would be gentle with you. So, you have nothing to be afraid of.” He reminded you, taking out a weird looking object, it had a long handle with a wheel of spikes on it, then moved over to another drawer, grabbing several various types of bottles.

August set those items on a table in front of you, then disappeared for a few minutes, coming back with a bowl of steaming water and set it on the table with them. He moved back to the drawers, picking a couple things out. He stared into one drawer, debating if he should take out the toy he had his eyes on, but worried you might not be ready for it yet. So, August closed the drawer and returned to the table, leaving the toy for another possible time. He put the object in his hand into the warm water, then turned to you.

“Leave that to warm up first, then we'll play with it.” He said to you, picking up a red, silk blindfold and delicately tying it over your eyes, before grabbing one of the bottles, a bottle of lubrication, and popped the cap open, single handed.

You shifted and wiggled on the bench, now that you were blindfolded, your other senses were on high alert. Your ears twitched to every sound August made around you, the sharp pop of something opening and the squirt of something thick, you tilted your head side to side, trying to identify what it was you were hearing. The air in the room wasn't cold on your bare skin, but it wasn't warm either, it was almost perfect. You felt the way the fabric of your nightie rode up on your back and bunched between you and the seat of the bench, the metal of the legs were cool against your skin as you gripped them, finding it was easier and more comfortable to lay almost limp on the top step.

You felt the shift of air as August stepped in front of you, the warmth of his naked body heat, the scent of his clean skin. Moaning softly and tilting your head up, you took a deeper breath in of his scent, having never noticed just the natural smell of his skin before. It was usually masked by his normal body wash and cologne, but since he washed it all away with the unscented soap, it gave you free access to his true scent, and you couldn't get enough of it. It was alluring, dusky and raced straight between your legs.

Tugging up the back of your nightie, to expose your back, August squeezed a teeny bit of lube onto your left shoulder-blade, then rubbed it in. “Tell me, what you feel.” He whispered to you, brushing his fingers through the back of your hair.

You focused on that spot on your shoulder, there was no feeling, at first, then it began to feel quite strange, like the beginning of your fingers or toes falling asleep, after laying in an awkward position for too long. It was numbing—no, it was tingling!

“It tingles.”

“Very good.” August praised you, patting the back of your head. “It's tingling lube.” He said, putting the bottle on the table and picking up another one, applying it to your right shoulder-blade.

At first, you started at the cold of the lube touching your otherwise warm skin, after a few moments though, the heat grew in intensity, however it wasn't unpleasant or overbearing. “It's warm! Very warm, Sir.” You answered, rubbing your thighs together, the sensation of the tingle and intense heat on your shoulders were starting to make you wet.

August smirked, watching you rut, then moved on, squeezing a line of lube down the length of your spine, making you gasp with shock, instantly knowing what this sensation was.

“Cold, like an ice cube!” You quivered, the interchanging of heat, tingle and cold battling each other to be the main sensation you felt on your back was intoxicating and maddening.

“Open your mouth, Lamb.” August instructed you, holding his fingers up to your lips.

Obeying, you parted your lips and August slipped his coated fingers inside your mouth, resting them heavily on your tongue.

“Close and suck.”

Moaning, you sealed your lips around his two thick digits and sucked, until you had a vacuum seal around them. You tasted the sticky substance on his fingers, it made you frown, it wasn't anything you had tasted before. Shaking your head, you probed his fingers with your tongue, trying to place what you were tasting on them, sucking them deeper into your mouth, until it struck you. You pulled your head back, August's fingers popping out of your mouth with thick strings of drool.

“Chocolate.” You moan, your voice sultry.

“Mmhm.” August nodded, his eyes heavily hooded. “You didn't get dessert during our date at the restaurant.” He quipped, saucily, coating his fingers with a different lube. “Last one, Lamb.” He cooed, stuffing your mouth with his fingers once again.

The flavor of this lube exploded in your mouth, and you chuckled, August was purposely teasing you with this one, it was your favorite flavor. You didn't pull away from his fingers this time, suckling on them, cleaning off every bit of the delicious lube, before August removed his own digits, thumbing away the drool from your lips.

“I liked that one, Sir.” You purred at him, licking your lips.

“I'm positive you did, Lamb.” August chuckled, lightly caressing your back, before picking up the strange instrument and touching it to your chilled spine, making you start as he rolled the pointy spikes, gently up and down your back.

“Wh-what is...th-that?” You moaned, wiggling, it felt so odd and so good at the same time, especially on your cold vertebra.

“Wartenberg wheel.” He replied, moving to the heated area of your shoulder. “It's a medical device that doctors typically use to test nerve reactions.” He explained to you, applying a small amount of pressure, and watched your skin jump. “Did that hurt?” He asked, pulling the wheel away from your back.

“No, it felt...it felt--” You panted, swallowing hard, as you tried to find a way to explain to August how it felt. “Like little, heat filled, tickle bombs.” You said, knowing it made absolutely no sense. “I liked it, a lot.” You assured him.

August nodded, but moved the wheel to the tingle patch of your other shoulder, doing the same thing, you squirmed and giggled, it tickled there more than either of the other two spots, that felt sensual. “I think you're warmed up now.” He said softly, pressing his palm down to the small of your back. “You seem relaxed and to be enjoying yourself.” He cooed, curving his hand slowly between your legs, and slotted his fingers in against the back of your pussy.

“Oh.” He rasped, feeling your wet folds. “You're more than warmed up, sweetheart.” He chuckled, slipping half a finger inside of you, finding you were even wetter, still.

You moaned loudly, pushing back on August's hand, wanting to take all of his finger, wanting more than his finger inside of you. “Please, Sir. Please!” You whimpered and begged, rocking against your restraints.

“Wet and needy, just how I love my Lamb.” August growled, removing his hand.

“Please!” You begged again, whining at the loss of his digit inside of you.

“Oh, I'll satisfy you yet, minx.” He replied, chuckling, and dipping his hand into the bowl of warm water, pulling out a sleek, eight inch, metal dildo, warmed by the water he put it in, in order to play a little more with your discovered Sensation kink.

He picked up one of the lubes, one the two of you hadn't played with, and coated the dildo with it, before moving behind you. Resting a hand on the small of your back, August guided it home and made you start. Even though the two of you had only been together for a few months, your sex life was one of the most active parts of your relationship, so you knew August's manhood better than you knew your own hand, and knew what he was pushing inside of your core, was not his cock.

“Aug—SIR!” You gasped, pushing yourself forward, the little you could.

“Relax, Lamb.” He murmured, grasping your hip and pulling you back. “You can take it. You take my cock all the time, love.” He coaxed you, all the while, inching it further and further inside of you. “Such a beautiful pussy you have.” He sighed, sliding the last of the warmed toy inside of you.

“I love when it's all full up with my cock or a toy.” He smirked, gently twisting the dildo.

You cried out, throwing your head back, the warm metal stretched you open and pressed the length of your core, the sensation of the lube was cold, but oddly, with every movement, there were bursts of tingles. Your toes curled and you rutted down on the bench, managing to rub the edge of your clit against the red padding, going cross eyed beneath the blindfold, but you hissed as August spanked you.

“None of that!” He chastised you. “You'll come, when I say.”

“That's not fair!” You protested, jerking on your cuffs.

“I'm the master in this building, Lamb!” August scolded you, catching your chin in his fingers and pushing your head back, even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his gaze. “I'll be fair, but you'll still do as you're told.” He lectured you, while lifting his other hand close to your face, grinning smugly since you couldn't see the device he had in it, pressing the red button on it.

“Oh, good lord!” You gasped, tensing against your bounds, as a profound vibration started to hum inside of your core. “Oh, Jesus.” You mewled, squirming against it, but August only turned it up, leaving you withering. “August, fuck!” You babbled, trembling.

“Is that what you're supposed to call me, right now, little Lamb?” He smirked, relenting on the intensity of the vibration, just for a moment.

“No, I'm sorry, sir.” You sighed, shaking your head in his hand, breathing through your open mouth.

“That's a good girl.” He purred, his voice a deep timber, as he kissed your sweaty forehead, then cranked the power back up.

You whimpered, feeling the strength race up your back and disrupt all coherent thought inside your brain, leaving you a bumbling mess. August smirked, setting the control down on the table and picked up another device, slipping it onto his middle finger, before going to stand behind you. He knew you probably wouldn't last long like this, as he reached beneath you, pressing a switch in the underside of the device, a vibrating finger wand, while pressing it to your swollen clit. You bucked against his hand, shaking your head and crying out, tears soaking the fabric of the blindfold as you became overwhelmed.

“I can't!” You sobbed, biting down on your lip as the orgasm inside you threatened to shred you into pieces. “I can't! Please, I need to come, sir!” You implored August, kicking your feet.

“I know you do, doll.” He answered, seeing you drench the dildo and rubbed your oversensitive nub with the teeny vibrator. “But you can last a little bit longer. That sweet release will feel so much sweeter in a few moments, I promise.” He cooed, leaning over you to press kisses along the length of your back, the hairs of his mustache and beard tickling and scrapping your skin, adding to your senses.

“Come.” He whispered in your ear, nudging his hard cock against your ass. “Let it all out.”

“August!” You called out, letting go and squirting around the toy with an intensity that pushed it out some, then fell limp over the bench.

August kneaded your hips and kissed the base of your neck, as he removed the toy from your core, dripping with your juices and dropped it back into the bowl, then turned back and took off your blindfold, seeing your damp and heavy eyes for the first time.

“Are you fucked out, princess?” He teased you, smirking, lifting your heavy head and kissed your lips. “Oh, you are thoroughly fucked out, Lamb.” He chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb, then removed your cuffs, gently pushing you up to your rubber legs and scooped you up, carrying you over to a black leather, tantra chaise.

He lowered himself down onto it, still holding you against his chest, while he got comfortable in the deep valley in the middle of the long and wide chair, before reclining against the high back, his head resting on the attached headrest. Your own head rested heavily on August's chest and your hands were tucked into the nooks of his armpits, elbows hugged against his ribs and straddling his waist, numbed and spent. Whimpering pathetically, as his strong and calloused hands massaged up and down your back for a long few minutes, before reaching underneath to his throbbing and needy cock, slick pearls of come, dripping down his shaft.

August stroked himself for a moment, rubbing and occasionally tapping his thick head against your sticky and sensitive pussy, drawing out soft, deep moans from you, as you rubbed your cheek and face against his collarbone. August teased his tip between your folds, caressing its length and circled your clit, before withdrawing again, to stroke himself some more, squeezing his base. He pressed his tip inside of you again, thrusting just inside the ring of your entrance, hissing as he felt your nails dig into the skin of his armpits, and snapped completely inside of you, stuffing you with his mighty manhood. You gasped, planting your hands on the chaise and pushed yourself up, arching your back as the burn of August's cock spread through you like a wildfire, your head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull.

“Brat.” August hissed at you, popping you on the bum, then gripped your hips and kept you seated in his lap, positioning his feet on the floor at either side of the tantra, using the leverage to rock into you, pushing you up a little bit with each upwards thrust. “You like that, Lamb?” He purred at you, hearing your almost silent gasp and watched you gently sway above him, smirking as he realized you'd dropped into a low level of subspace.

“Yes, Sir.” You sighed, pressing your hands to August's chest, feeling his heart pounding against your palms. “Your cock feels so much better than the toy does.” You confessed, looking at him with glassy and hooded eyes, pupils dilated with your heightened emotions and sensations. “It's so much bigger and hotter.” You told him, smoothly rolling your hips.

The feeling of August throbbing and twitching inside of your tight core was amazing, fat veins rubbing against your velvety walls, filling you up, so he always hit your sweet spots. You never wanted another cock or man inside of you as long as you lived! You felt so spoiled on August's and thanked the Gods that graced him with it. You felt the muscles of August's stomach flex against yours and heard his breathing become rough, his tell-tale sign, while his ordinarily smooth thrusts became jerky and irregular. August ran a hand up your back and squeezed your neck, pulling you into a hungry and sultry kiss, feeling his balls start to grow taut, blood pounding in his ears and a sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead, plastering his curls to his damp skin, as a rush of heat washed over him, head to toe.

He grunted into your mouth, letting go of your neck and wrapped his muscular arms around you, trapping yours against your sides, while practically crushing you against his chest, hammering wildly into you, laser focused on pumping you full of his seed, to feel it gush out around his frenzied cock and drip over his swollen sack, which only maddened him even more. You moaned and grunted, bouncing your hips to ride his cock the best you could with each powerful thrust, his hold on you the only thing that stopped you from being shoved up August's body, with their strength. You pressed your forehead to his hairy chest, legs trembling as you pushed up on your tippy toes, feeling the build of a new orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh god.” August huffed, hot breath stirring the hair on the top of your head as he ejaculated, spurting hot and fast loads of milky come into your core, stimulating you into your third orgasm of the night. “How I wish I could keep your sweet, little hole filled up with my come all day and all night long.” He rasped, coming down off his high enough to form sensible words.

“I have no doubt you would, August James Walker.” You chuckled, turning your head and resting your chin in the center of his chest, smirking up at him, sleepily.

August chuckled, breathily, at you, brushing strands of your hair out of your warm face, and lifted his head to press a tender kiss to your brow, then glanced at the clock that hung on the far wall. “Hmm.” He hummed, seeing the late hour. “I should get you home, Lamb, you have work in the morning after all.” He said, sitting up with you in his lap, before slowly lifting you off his softened cock, watching your combined releases slowly seep out of you, dripping onto the leather of the chair below you as he sat you on the bottom, so he could stand up.

You watched August walk away, sliding down the chaise and into the spot he vacated, curling up and moaning at the heat of the material, warmed by his body. August disappeared into the main room for a time, coming back to find you had fallen into a light sleep in his absence, making his smile down at you. He squatted beside you, stroking your hair, the side of your face and neck, drinking in your relaxed and unassuming beauty, and smiled brighter as your eyes gently fluttered open and settled on him.

“I have a nice, relaxing bath waiting for you, Lamb.” He cooed, rubbing your arm, sweetly.

“Mmm.” You hummed, brow furrowing at the thought of the luxurious warm water. “That sounds magnificent, Gus.” You mumbled, eyes falling shut again, but managed to pull yourself into an upright position.

“Would you like some assistance, my lady?” August teased you, looking over your limp body.

“Yes, please.” You nodded, not opening your eyes, just lifting your arms, so he could pick you up.

You felt his chest rumble with a chuckle as he hoisted you up into his arms, planting a kiss to your temple, and carried you back into the bathroom. This time the lights were down low, and the candles were lit, great, thick tentacles of hot steam rose from the fragrant bath water, filling the room with the misty scent of sandalwood and cardamom from the expensive Himalayan bath salts he sprinkled in.

“I feel so spoiled.” You commented, as August helped you out of your nightie and then stepped in the tub with you, your toes curled in the warm water.

“Oh?” He replied, resting back against the edge of the tub. “By being bound to a spanking bench, blindfolded, and having a vibrating dildo inside of you, while I played with your sensitive skin and made you hold in your orgasm?” He quipped, amused and teasing. “Then fucked you senseless on the tantra chair.”

You smirked into his neck, shaking your head. “It's always a treat to be fucked by you, August.” You chuckled back. “But I meant the bath.” You clarified, lifting a hand and sailed your fingers over the surface. “We could have just gotten back into the shower, or gotten dressed and you could've taken me home, where I would have just shower myself before bed.” You explained, shifting between his legs. “Instead, you drew me a fancy bath, with candle light.”

“So romantic.”

The slightest of blushes crossed August's scruffy cheeks. “I figured it would be more beneficial to you, than a shower would be. Allow you to sit and soak in hot water, because you're going to be sore tomorrow.” He told you, massaging your hips and back.

“I don't doubt that.” You nodded, turning to kneel between his legs.

“What are you doing, little Lamb?” He inquired, a smug and knowing smirk pulling across his lips.

“I feel bad, Gus.” You cooed at him, caressing your fingertips over his thick thighs, water swirling between the two of you. “I've come three times tonight, while you've only come once.” You told him, one hand dipping between his legs.

“That doesn't seem very far to me, Sir.”

August growled at you, his smirk broadening. “I've corrupted you.”

“Corrupted?” You pouted, a soft and innocent look crossing your face. “No, never.” You assured him, hand inching closer to his awakening member. “Instigated something inside of me? Very much so.” You nodded, lightly dragging your nails up his length, making him hiss and squirm with pleasure. “It's only nice to give you one more orgasm, before the night ends.” You whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, raking your nails downwards, chuckling as August growled and nipped at your bottom lip.

“And, maybe, a wee bit of revenge.” You laughed, closing your hand around his base.

“Hmm, of course.” He nodded, letting his head fall back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your attention. “I'll take it as you'll be willing to play here with me again?” He asked, gripping the edge of the tub as you started to stroke his length.

“I'd take it into deep consideration, yes.” You nodded, rubbing your thumb over the deep groove that split the head of August's cock, watching strands of pre-come weep out as you set them free from his slit. “I'm sure you'd want to step it up a level, judging by the amount and types of toys you have.”

“I would.” August groaned, thumping the heel of his foot on the bottom of the tub. “But, just like tonight, I would gradually introduce you to it. I know you're a novice at being a submissive.”

“Do you want me to be your submissive, Bear?” You cooed, gently tugging on his shaft.

August lifted his head, looking at you with dark, azure eyes. “Very much, Lamb.” He rasped, licking his lips. “But it wouldn't upset me, if you didn't want to be.” He admitted, eyes flaring as he watched you dip your head, submerging your face for a long moment to suck on the head of his cock, before coming back up, face dripping.

“So far, so good.” You smirked at him, seeing how you were affecting him.

“Noted.” He nodded, locking his eyes on your task, your thumb rubbing and pressing into the major vein underneath his shaft, making his toes curl and his eyes almost cross.

Your strokes grew firmer, free hand cupping his heavy sack, rolling them and giving them careful squeezes. The throb of August's member increased against your palm, swelling and its tip turning purple as he began to reach his zenith, moans echoing in the bathroom. You watched August's flushed face twist in his climax, beads of sweat dripping from his nose with the mixture of warm bath water and the rush of his orgasm spreading through his body, sending ropes of come sailing through the water.

“You're damned handsome, August Walker.” You cooed, moving forward to press a kiss to the damp skin of his neck, feeling the slowing thud of his pulse against your lips as you kissed your way up the column of his throat, over his stubbly chin to his slightly parted lips, cutting off his harsh and labored pants for air.

“Who's fucked out now?” You teased, sitting back on his thighs.

August cracked an eye open at you. “I won't be taking you home tonight, Lamb.” He replied, voice rough. “You also won't be going into work tomorrow.” He added.

“Is that so?” You answered, lifting a brow at him.

“Then, where will we be, Gus?”

“Here.” He said, pulling the drain and stood up with you, setting you down outside the tub.

The two of you dried off and August showed you back through the warehouse, to the back where he revealed a bedroom, a massive, king sized bed, covered in insanely expensive cotton, black and silver sheets and blankets. August pulled down the thick comforter and sheet, before looking over at you and patted the Nectar mattress. You chuckled, smirking at him and joined him, shaking your head as the mattress came to just above your hip. August grinned back at you, resting his hands on your hips and hoisted you up onto the mattress. With you in bed, August turned the lights out and joined you under the blankets, pulling you against his body, before slipping his hand between you, to pump his cock for a moment, then curved his legs into yours and pushed his semi-hard cock into your core.

“Mmm, August.” You moaned, wiggling your hips and pressing your back against his chest, feeling him slowly harden completely inside of you.

“Sweet dream, little Lamb.” August rumbled back into your ear, locking his arms around your waist, keeping you in place, and drifted off, a sinful smile on his lips.

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