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bau-drabbles · 7 months

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the night we met, part 3

a/n: hope you enjoy! mentions of torture and guns throughout, kinda long and unrealistic but its fanfic so 🥴

what if haley never died that day? but what if your love for hotchner had to?

part 1, 2

"have you found her yet?!" hotch barked the order out as penelope frantically searched through copious amount of cctv footage all at once. several computer screens were open for the team, trying to find a clue on the location of where you had been taken.

"not yet sir" garcia whispered, her fingers practically flying across the keyboard silently begging for any sign where you could've left. hotch tried to reign his anger back in, this wasn't anyone fault but himself. if only he had caught up to you, just 60 seconds before you wouldn't have been here. if only that stupid kiss hadn't even happened, you wouldn't be god knows where getting tortured.

he takes a breath, knowing deep down it's not the time to react emotionally but it's hard not to, it's hard to even think rationally when he knows the likelihood of you surviving wasn't all that great. his profiler brain knew the possible outcome from this wasn't exactly high and with every second his worst fear could potentially become true.

"have you found her?" haley's voice cuts in and hotch shakes his head, his fingers pinching his temple for any signs that he must've missed. it feels overwhelming around him, flashes of people and the sounds of you seeping through his mind. it's dizzying trying to piece together what's real and what's not, flashes of you and that damned kiss is all that plays on his mind. the softness of your lips, the utter desperation between you both, the sheer passion that radiated in waves, all of it. he needed it again, he craved it.

it's even worse when his wife, the mother of his child, the very woman you almost got shot for, is standing there looking at with concern but he doesn't take any notice. he never would've though haley's voice could be so shrill and irritating, he never could've imagined himself recoiling away from her. so he simply doesn't answer her, sighing as he tries to go over the footage with garcia. he should tell her about the kiss but his lips remain closed, not willing to share anything more about you to her.

"well i can help-" "haley please. go home protect jack, he needs one of us" hotch dismisses her, his heart becoming in control of the situation. he can't stand to look at her, feeling so guilty for kissing another woman but even worse because he didn't regret doing it. his only regret was not kissing you for longer. still, hotch knew he was being overly harsh but the pure fear, the worry of you being alone and he wasn't there was enough to send him tumbling into a pit of pure distress.

but he took a breath, now was not the time to become emotional. he had to get his head in the game. the risk of losing you was too much to bear but the thought of you being out there, chained to a devil was enough to keep him going.

"police have set up roadblocks blocking any main exits in the city. if they've travelled, they can't leave the country" jj and emily come in, but the information isn't enough. who knows what the man could've been doing to you by now, who knows what terrible inflictions could've been upon you.

"we've checked any significant location but they've all come negative, the detectives are checking for any last known locations and the camera footage when they leave...." morgan and spencer are next to enter, their shoulders deflating in disappointment and sadness being unable to find you.

"we'll find her aaron" rossi pats hotch's shoulders and though the sentiment is sweet, any hope is starting to crumble and diminish now. you were just here, how could they not find you yet? the bau was supposed to be one of the safest buildings, how could someone so easily take you away like that?? his resolve was breaking and if he wasn't careful, all the feelings that were locked up tightly would begin to spill before he could've comprehended it. the truth he was too scared to admit would be admitted and he didn't know how long he could hide it for

before anyone could respond, a beeping appeared. and there beheld a sight they wished they would never have had to see.

taking a good glance at you, all seven team members found their hearts shattering piece by piece in their chests. a chorus of horrified gasps and exclaims echoed throughout the room and hotch could barely even breathe, the words dying on his lips

"aaaand here we go" you hear a click, the whirr of a computer and it takes you all your strength to awaken. an overwhelming feeling of tiredness practically envelopes your body, how easily you could fall into the darkness that awaits your presence. and then the unfamiliar feeling of being tied up grabs you attention, fear courses through your veins as your eyes open and adjust to the setting. it felt like a hospital room but this was no place where people were fixed. the sickly smell of blood and bleach is strong in the air, its overpowering and nauseating

but you calm your mind, it wasn't the time to panic. you had to think, you had to fight, you had to survive

your vision was slightly blurred looking at the man who held you captive, trying to ignore the intense throbbing in your head. your hands were cuffed to some chain, holding you upright on your feet. but he loosens something and you fall to the ground with a soft thud, vision spinning from the lack of hydration and the beatings he had given you prior.

"ohmy god.... y/n??" a breathless whisper echoes throughout the room and painfully, you glance at the camera. there, all your team members stood in complete horror. you see hotch and for the first time since you had known him, he's at a loss for words. just looking at you with so much pain, so much anger, so much fear.

you could feel your cheeks burning from shame and embarrassment, at your situation or the kiss you didn't really know. you didn't even want to know.

"y/n?? are you okay??? someone tell me she's okay please-" garcia looks on tearfully while morgan comes behind her, guiding her to the computer. truthfully they didn't have an answer to her question but they needed to focus, to keep you alive. and you didn't need to be disrupted, not when your life was at stake.

"that was to prove she's very much alive so none of you have to worry" and just like that you're brought up to your feet again, groaning when the handcuffs pinch the skin tightly. there's so much pain, you can't even pinpoint where it hurts the most.

"what is she dressed in?" someone seethed and you blink in confusion, craning your neck to see your body. it was a black gown you were in, a slit riding up the thigh. it was beautiful, too pretty to be drenched in blood. a stark contrast to the situation you were in now.

"don't worry i didn't change her, i had someone else to do it for me. my prizes have to look picture perfect" he brushes a piece of your hair and you swing your head out of the way, eliciting a kick from him. you don't even cry out, gasping for air at the momentum he had lunged at you with. your hands grip around the handcuffs but it was useless, you couldn't claw your way out of metal.

"you stupid bitch!" his fingers grip your face, you could see just how much his rage consumed him. it was unnerving to say the least, the slightest thing seemed to tick him off. there was no telling what he could do to you in this state

"enough!" hotch grits out, his fingers clenching into tight fists by his side. piece by piece his facade was cracking underneath the unsub's hammer. he couldn't reign in his control this time, not with your life being threatened

"who are you?" you grit out painfully, trying to stop the wave of nausea hitting you over and over. the man doesn't answer, the head of his gun trailing from your chin to the centre of your neck. you hear the click of the revolver and your breath is hitched, wondering if he was really going to kill you this way. wondering if you'd be shot in front of your team that remained helpless on the other side

"i've always wondered what the price was for killing an fbi agent was-" you see the man's cruel smile hit you can't answer, the fear felt overpowering.

"don't you dare" hotch snarls, surprising everyone with the intensity of his rage. and to your surprise, it had worked. the man eyed hotch and with a soft grin, dropped his gun and you felt your lungs take their first breath. tears pricked your eyes, the tiredness was practically swimming in your body but you couldn't crumble. not in front of the unsub, not in front of your team. and especially not in front of hotch.

"i think we should play a game, no?" the man smiles sadistically, pointing to you again. any strength you once held was shattering minutes by minute. your mind and body fighting over one another, wanting to give in and give up but forcing yourself to stay awake no matter what

"leave her alone! i can have you arrested on multiple accounts of-" hotch's face was unreadable, his hands etched tightly around the monitor but the unsub gestures to his mouth, to silence them all.

"if you want her alive, you'll do what i say. good luck trying to pinpoint our location, right now the cell service is bouncing around several cell towers all across the globe" frustrated, hotch looks towards garcia who was working feverishly and she sadly nods, it wasn't a clear location no matter how times she tried to hack into the system. she was hit waves and waves after a firewall which could take hours, time you didn't have to spare.

"so back to the game, who wants to start? oh and if anyone moves," you feel the pinch of a knife resting dangerously on the pulse in your neck.

"one twist and she's on the ground and i'll be miles away. and this would've been all for nothing" he moves the knife down to the centre of your neck. leaving spots of blood in its wake. all of them look helplessly at each other, the unsub had them right where he wanted them and they knew. any slight movement would guarantee your death, any secret calls would have you beaten before they could hang up.

you were all at his mercy, whether they liked it or not

"derek morgan" the unsub peered around the group and his eyes settle on him eerily. morgan gulps a little, trying to calm his shaking hands. his eyes looks at you helplessly then back to the unsub where his gaze had hardened as puts up his profiler front once more

"we're starting off easy, how many years have you and agent l/n known each other" the question was simple enough and yet it felt like he asked into the lions den, suddenly feeling rather exposed and confused. as if any answer to this simple question would be wrong even if it was the truth

"wha-" derek began but he heard a sound of disapproval and your shocked wince as you were yanked back by your hair

"wrong answer" you weren't even given a warning or a countdown before you feel a surge of hot white pain floods through your body. painful screams rip out through your mouth, your hands desperately clawing at the handcuffs but its to no avail. the team stand there panicking, yelling at the man to stop. the pain was intense, you could've almost passed out from the pure agony crippling you

"waitwait wait stop stop!!! it's three!!! i've known her three years!!!" derek shouts, banging the screen and the pain is low dull one, you gasp and gulp for oxygen that never fully reaches your lungs.

"if you had answered the first time around, none of this would have happened would it?" he scowls, giving you a nudge with the stick. you gasp out for air, your tongue heavy on your lips as your body groans against the ties holding you up

"hurry up garcia" hotch commands under his breath to penelope, her eyes watering as she's trying desperately get some location on you. jj and emily help, trying not to look at the horror that was unfolding and focus their attention on bringing you back safely.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry-" morgan whispers, his hands shaking looking to and back from you and the unsub. hotch can only stare with his mind spinning, breathing coming out in short bursts, his heart feeling like it had plunged to the deepest darkest parts of the earth. he's losing his composure and as much as he's trying to reel it back, it keeps slipping from him. leaving nothing but a vulnerable scared man

"how you doing?" the man prods your head and you could only gasp at the anguish flooding your body. if it weren't for the incredibly tight rope holding you upright, you would've collapsed a long time ago.

"doesn't she look so pretty?" he holds your face mockingly and turns so the rest of them can see. every member of your team feel their hearts shattering and splintering, their hitched gasps of panic at the beating.

"agent hotchner" the unsub asked another question, his dark eyes settling on hotch. a manical grin on his lips as he revels in the alarm he has inflicted on the whole team. as if it gives him satisfaction that your life danced in his hands and your team members could do nothing but watch

"truth or dare?" the unsub smirks and hotch looks at you, his stoic facade crumbling. his heart was falling into a million pieces he's not sure he'll ever recover from

"truth" hotch utters, his voice completely free from the cold tone he usually dons.

"do you love agent l/n??" the chain holding you upright once again loosens, and that sends you tumbling to the floor in a broken beaten pile. your heart was racing, partly because of the pain but mostly due to what he would answer. with a good amount of strength, you raise your head and look at the camera. looking at his face, how his eyes flickers with so many emotions and how you can practically see his resolve breaking away

hotch was a good liar but seeing your broken defeated face, being unable to help you, he had answered the question without even realising.

"yes" the murmur was soft, his voice cracking as he takes in your approach. he had caused this. he had done this to you. the promise of protection was nothing more than jumbled words at his feet. he broke the very thing he swore on you, how could ever look at you the same again?

"aww what a cute lil romantic story this has evolved into" the unsub had cackled and your head shook, glaring at both hotch and the man who had held you captive

"there's nothing... romantic about this" your voice was weak but firm, refusing to even meet hotch's eyes.

"shut up" the man had gripped you, ignoring the protest your team were calling. it felt like too much, he held your chin and you look at him, it was now or never. you had to escape, you had to be free.

you had to survive

with one swift move, all your strength goes in knocking him down. he tumbles to the table, breaking the rotting wood with ease. the instruments clatter and you get up, hissing when your abdomen stretched a little. looking down, you see your body littered with blood and bruises. a huge burn mark plastering your side as the dress ripped apart but you didn't have time to feel sorry for yourself when you hear voices crying out that he was attacking again

"in front, y/n!!" derek commands and you duck, making him fall into the table. you quickly grabbing the keys from the scattered objects on the floor, jamming it into the lock and twiddling until you felt a click. the metal loosens and you feel them slipping off, eternally grateful that for once the universe was on your side.

you didn't get time to react for when you look in front, he's there again. but your leg connects with his groin, remembering the training moves you were taught. the force of the kick was enough to paralyse him for a few minutes as he screamed. you looked around, quickly trying to find some keys to unlock the door. your freedom was close, you could practically taste it as you rushed around.

and then you had made the biggest mistake of looking into the camera for a second.

in that second you catch a glimpse of hotch's face, it completely startles you. as if the world had stilled for a fleeting moment and all you see is hotch, just looking at you with so many emotions it's hard to decipher which is the most dominant. how despite everything, you want to hug him and never let go. your body inbetween his arms and your head against his heart, protected against any and all bad in this world. and then you remember the heartache he's caused you, the moment that had led up to you getting captured and every memory is a dagger to your heart. how could things have gotten so wrong?

but it was that moment that was used to the unsub's advantage

you hear screams echoing in the room but you don't comprehend until you feel a burning sensation completely puncture your abdomen. gasping, you look down to see blood gathering at your feet and dripping down your legs and before you even look back up, the object breaks the skin a second time. as if it was all in slow motion, your teams watched the horrific steps play out like a twisted play.

"i told you not to mess with me, you stupid bitch!" he grips and twists the object once more, resulting in a breathless gasp leaving your lips. the pain felt intense, a throbbing sensation overtaking you as you collapse. the horrible sound of your skin being punctures all but echoes in hotch's head, unable to do anything but to scream your name. shocked screams echo in the bau room, penelope's fingers are furiously typing away as she squeezes her eyes, unable to stop the horrible penetrative sound of your skin being stabbed in her mind.

the pain grows worse by the second and your scream dies on your lips, eyes fluttering closed ready to accept and await the darkness that overtakes your consciousness.

"nonono.... no!!!" hotch could barely manage a whisper, banging the screen as if he could magically appear to your aide. but he was simply doomed to watch you as you suffer and collaspe to the ground, breathing quickening. this couldn't be, this couldn't be the end.

you can see him and painfully you turn to watch his face. you don't know what emotions has crossed over his features, he still looks as beautiful as he did the first day you had set eyes upon him. how lucky you were to experience what it was like to be kissed by such a man, to be able to be in the presence of such a wonderful person. your tears had blurred your vision, not out of pain but out of gratitude. even laying on this cold floor, bleeding out, you were purely thankful for him.

he had protected you before and now it was your turn, this way he could focus on his wife and child. you would never be in the way again. there's a hint of the softest smile upon your lips as your eyes close. your fists loosened, limbs becoming limp as you closed your eyes, allowing the darkness to fully encapsulate your mind and body. maybe in a different world, a lighter one, you and hotch could be together against all odds.

the screen fizzles into a black page and hotch barely lets a breath out he didn't think he was holding. his hands have gripped the chairs, he didn't trust himself to stand without the support. he could feel his eyes prickling with the tears as hard as he tried to disguise them, his world was falling apart at the seams and he couldn't do a thing to fix it. all he wants is to be with you but now he didn't even know if you were alive anymore, that thoughts sends him further spiralling in his despair. he wanted nothing more than the ground to completely swallow him whole, the lump in his throat growing bigger as his team members looks at him. partly with concern, fear and pure sadness.

the room was completely silent, everyone's faces covered with a look of pure sorrow and so much anguish.

penelope's tears won't stop trickling down her cheeks. emily and jj look at each other with helplessness, their tears shining underneath the lights. morgan and reid lean against the table their hearts thundering in their chest, completely unable to process what had just taken place while rossi sits by a chair his head in his hands at the pure shock and pain running through him.

"it-it didn't look that terrible, she could still.... be alive" against his better judgement reid offers his support softly. the crushing weight of your absence completely crumbling hotch in a way they've never seen before.

"she was stabbed twice, reid. don't be so naive to think she could've possibly survived that alongside with the beating he had delivered. you above all, should know that much" his voice was harsher than he intended, heavy as the lump in his throat grew bigger. it felt like the air was being cut off, his thoughts ricocheting across from one another as his knees give way and he crashes to the floor in pure defeat and torture. he could faintly feel someone come to his help, his name being called but his mouth refuses to answer. all he can think about, all his mind is replaying is the moment before you closed your eyes. how he wasn't there to help you, how he couldn't rescue you this time.

you could've still been there with them had he been to your aid just 60 seconds earlier. if he had chased you quickly, you wouldn't be beaten and bruised within an inch of your life and now you were... gone. his heart felt like it was being twisted painfully, gripped tight as the thought of never hearing your laugh and seeing your smile became permanent. the dam had broken and the tears spilled down his face, his hands clutching the carpet but to no avail.

what we he supposed to do now, haunting by the memory of you like this? what was he supposed to do haunted with the ghost of you?

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thatanimeramenchick · 3 months

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Headcanons for Vox and Alastor both falling in love with an extremely powerful Overlord known as the Pink Death, she is called that because she's thought of as an incurable plague that consumes and annihilates everything she comes into contact with and she's a Pink Bunny demon and she's so powerful all the other Overlords, even Zestial are terrified of her, since when she arrived in Hell, she killed every Overlord that existed in that time and took their powers?

Incredibly Powerful Reader

Since this is a yandere blog, this will be done with that in perspective.

I also want to do this with the mindset that it is impossible to technically permanently kill other demons without angelic weapons. It is true that Alastor has made other demon overlords “disappear,” but I feel like it’s implied that he has somehow destroyed them in a way that is much worse than death, perhaps in a horrific existence in between realities? I don’t know. Anyway, I feel like the killing people with diseases temporarily and being a major threat is still an interesting view though. The complete toll you could have on demon and sinner society by wiping them out in waves whenever you felt like it would give you a lot of power in hell.

Anyway, when it comes to the guys, I see them actually sharing quite a few things at first.

Both of them would hope that their experience and ability to play manipulation games would allow for them to outsmart you, even if you are significantly more powerful than they are. Whether they actually do or not depends on you and your personality, but I could see them getting the upper hand if you’re not careful, especially Alastor.

Both of them also would hope to win you into a contract that allows them to have you under the thumb, but they would present it as giving you a power boost to help you clinch full power over hell. The details of this contract and their way of going about it will differ, but ultimately that is the goal each of them would have.

Vox

Media thrives on disaster. You’ve created a gold mine of content for this man. His interest in you would simply start out as using your story to promote his own company, and it would later turn into an obsession. Considering how the Vees are able to stay safe during extermination day through extreme isolation, I don’t think he would be too worried about the infection for similar reasons, simply being annoyed that it’s hurting the company as it’s messing with staff and therefore production.

If you decide to reject him, he can paint your powers to his advantage, threatening to use the media to paint you as a monster that hell needs to rally against at any cost. On the other hand, he could offer you a sweet deal if you want to get along nicely with him. He could make sure that everyone knows you’re the most powerful overlord in hell and that you should be respected and admired as well as feared. This is when the contract comes in, where he gets to portray you how you’d like as well as provide comfy living arrangements as long as you are willing to work alongside his company and only his company. He’ll make sure you’re on a higher position in the company than the underlings, considering how much power you have. Oh, and he’ll add a little clause that you’re not to turn your nasty tricks on him either.

Alastor

Alastor is more cautious than Vox is. While I see Vox as going the direct approach with you and a clear plan of aggression, Alastor would take his time, watching you from the shadows. He would want to get a clear idea of your personality and all its strengths and weaknesses before approaching you. Last thing he would want to do is simply irritate you.

I feel like his approach to you would be somewhat similar to how I think he is approaching Charlie. You are young and so perfectly easy to influence. Your potential is overflowing, surely you don’t want to waste it? If are just willing to submit to his ideals, he could make you the greatest overlord of all time, as well as gain total control of hell. The contract would be along similar lines. He would not rush the business like Vox would. He doesn’t want you to think he simply wants to use your powers after all. You have to feel like you’re giving in willingly because it benefits the both of you.

He would be subtle in his affection. He would make it seem like a business contract, but as you got entangled deeper and deeper in a mess you would come to see that he has a much more possessive and controlling relationship with you than you first thought. The details of the contract that at first seemed to exist to gain you some extra experience and security now seem like chains keeping you attached to a master has no intention of ever letting you become independent in your own right.

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telvess · 8 months

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Record of Ragnarok Poseidon (relationship headcanons) 🔞

My first attempt in writing anything in… eternity. I’m not a native English speaker but trying to improve myself, sorry for all mistakes I've made. I didn’t write any major spoilers but used knowledge from manga. Also + still no clue how tumblr works.

Poseidon is such a adorable idiot.

SFW Not gonna lie, to catch his eye (not to mention eye-to-eye contact) there will be needed someone really specific. Someone similar to him in general, but unique in details. I think Poseidon is really good observant. Just because he’s indifferent to others, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t pay attention. He would notice nuances in behaviour, manners and gestures. His future s/o must be elegant, self-contained and pride. Maybe not in the haughty way but undoubtedly confident in her position as a goddess. Definitely not ‘damsel in distress’ type, she has to have guts to rule her sphere, protect her opinion and status. No other god or goddess shall stick their nose in her business. Unless they’re ready for harsh words or worse. In summary: a less extreme version of Poseidon. On the other hand, I don't think these qualities are enough to draw Poseidon's interest. It’s good base but potential s/o must get under his skin. Intentionally or no, she has to do or say something that would get his attention, and annoy him… He wasn't seeking her subtle chitchat, nor did he want to end up witnessing her fight! Congratulations, miss! You accidentally annoyed Tyrant of the Seas! Choose a burial place. Jokes aside, the best thing s/o can do here is ignore Poseidon. He thinks he wants that, but hey! Looks like he played himself. Now s/o annoys him even more and he cannot understand why. Such a useless bottom feeder and he can’t get over her?

She was like a sea: capricious and unpredictable in nature, always remained resistant to the expectations of others. But sea bend to his will like tamed puppy. He stamp his foot and it humbly part before him. That’s what he couldn’t stand - how little control he had over her, how unbearably free this woman was compared to other gods who ran away in terror as soon as he merely frowned.

Poseidon would catch himself thinking about her in the least expected moments. He used to almost never leave his realm, now suddenly is more present in social life. Still doesn’t care much, usually just staying in loneliness that nobody dare to disturb and observing from distant object of his contempt. As if nothing had changed, yet it did. Probably the only people that would notice he’s different will be Hermes and Hades. When first one won’t act on it nor share his observations, the eldest brother definitely won’t resist to make some ambiguous comments.

— Well that’s unusual of you, dear brother — said Hades. He toyed with his glass of wine, watching carefully Poseidon, who looked as unconcerned as ever. However he honoured him with one short glance. Hades couldn’t stop the corners of his lips to lift up. Did his little brother seem… disturbed? Or was that just his imagination? If Hades could pick one thing out of everything known in the universe that was unshakable and untouched by time or any other matter Poseidon would be his choice. Unaffected stability that did not leave any room for doubt and yet… something… someone push his stern brother out of his safe zone. Hades couldn’t wait to see what else the future may bring to them. He just hoped the intruder will be able to keep up with the challenge.

It will actually take a lot of time for Poseidon to realize that he isn’t annoyed with s/o but himself. Idea of being attached to another person is almost physically uncomfortable. It’s new and suspicious. The moment of understanding is the flash point of the relationship. At this point Poseidon would abandon distant admiration and start acting. He is still slightly annoyed but what’s more irritate him is the absent of that unbearable mouth of s/o. Poseidon would sit next to her or stand much closer at any events. At first she won't notice, but over time she'll start to connect the facts. She’s not dumb. Quiet neither. If she point it out, he may mock her.

— Why don't you just ask me to dance instead of deterring others? It would be a graceful way to start a relationship. Poseidon gave her almost cold look. — Such a audacity — his voice teetered on the verge of indifference - he thought so. She snorted. Her eyes weren’t darkened with anger, sparks of mirth still shone in them. Maybe even more after his refusal. Then she turned to face him and, with a subtle but promising smile, began to close the distance between them. Poseidon remained calm as she came within inches of him. He could feel the warm breath of hers, the smell of fresh air… — You know you want me — she whispered without hesitation. Something unbearably nagging was born in Poseidon’s belly. And that annoying heat under it… almost as someone wounded him. He frowned but didn’t move away. — How are you going to win me over if you can't stop fighting with yourself? — she asked innocently and didn't wait for an answer - just left him on the balcony.

Truth be told, Poseidon wasn’t made for small talks so s/o is doing most of the part and - to provoke a reaction - teasing him a bit. After a while, they both find the silence in their presence pleasant. Poseidon’s seduce tactic would mostly navigate around small gestures such as gifts. However he won’t send them like every normal suitor. If his s/o lives near the ocean or is often near it, she would probably find many beautiful pearls by chance. All of them in her favourites colours of course. Is she basking on the beach? The finest shells surround her. Is she admiring shoal of fish, coral reef or just the sound of the sea? There are no storms. And go on… It’s hard for Poseidon to overcome his pride and openly talk about his desire. When he finally bring himself to it, he’ll sound angry as if he’s doing something unworthy of him. Once s/o assures him that she wants to know more, Poseidon would relax.

— I want you to remind me every day how unbearable I am. How capricious… how impertinent… — she kissed his hand without taking her eyes off him and then put it to her cheek. Poseidon liked the cool touch of her skin — And still watch me with that quiet yet deep fascination.

Yeah, s/o has to make it official by saying out loud how she feels and Poseidon generously accept the offer…

NSFW For Poseidon to be in any relationship, especially romantic is almost impossible. He doesn’t get involved with others because, in his opinion, they’re not worth it. So nobody would force on him arranged marriage. He must be the one choosing that path. That’s why I don’t believe he would ever degenerating his s/o. The reason is simple - he would treat his wife with the same level of respect he treats Hades. Otherwise she wouldn’t be his wife; she cannot be someone less. I also don’t think he would praise her much, probably only when he’s in right mood she would hear complement here and there. His s/o must be good at reading his minimalistic facial expressions and body language. She may notice how his eyes widen in admiration, how he holds his breath for a moment or tightens the jaw muscles when feels really good. He’s not vocal; purrs or growls only on occasion. Poseidon has his moments where he shows desire for s/o. He won’t say it loud but won’t take his eyes off her as she undress in the evening. Yeah, she definitely gonna feel that burning look on her back. The only place where he become caring and warm is in bedroom, in private, far from servants’ eyes. These kind of moments are rare. Mostly because they both take their responsibilities seriously, which means they've been separated for a long time. Poseidon is calm, methodical lover. He’s detail-oriented - would leave no curve or plane untouched from his hands or tongue. He’ll enjoy every sound, shaking and blush s/o make, and act in accordance with the mentioned gestures. Poseidon prefers variants of missionary position to share eye contact though he wouldn’t say no to his s/o if she wants to ride him. In intimidating moment he enjoys challenging her to not close eyes when he thrusts deep into her. He starts with slow and almost annoyed pace that soon becomes raw and firm when they both chase their release. Afterward they usually lay in bed in silent, both satisfied and tired. Poseidon won’t say it loud but he really likes when his wife show him affections at that time. Slowly almost lazily massaging his chest, touching his neck and jaw, putting small kisses on his ear or cheek. Her tender words soft him. Poseidon doesn’t entirely return the favour but when she does all this to him, he caresses her back, pretending to be indifferent.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #snv poseidon x reader #ror poseidon x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #udj

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shourin · 2 years

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(+bonus! heizou ー it's too bad i can't find his video :c ) same notes as this post for the live voicelines

| About [name]

Ah... Yes. Aren't they endearing?

Hm? I look... upset? My apologies. Please don't worry, as long as you don't harbor any... foul intent towards them, my blade will remain sheathed. You must have known by this point that I don't care for needless confrontations.

| Your Relationship

The protector and the protected would be the best description, I suppose. I try to be the best shelter that I could ever become for the tired dove that they are. A safe space to return to, someone to call home.

... Or at least, this is what I wish to become. My sweet [name] tells me that my protection suffocates them sometimes, but in this ruthless world where the gods will not hesitate to strike their subjects down, can you truly fault someone's desire to protect what is most important to them?

| Competitors

If there is anything I've learned from my life of wandering, it's that obstacles will always present themselves in one's journey. And to move forward, we must eradicate them, lest they ambush us in the future. Don't you agree?

| Would you ever let go?

I'm sure you, who have experienced losses in your journeys, will be able to relate to me when I say that... At a certain point, one will slowly become accustomed to separation and rejections. But do you know what lies past the grief and the numbness when you think it couldn't possibly get worse?

*chuckles* I'm afraid... I have gotten past that point.

| About [name]

Mm? Yes, what about my darling [name]?

Tread carefully now, comrade~ *chuckle*

| Your Relationship

Utterly head over heels, madly invested in each other, completely in love, and is in a loving relationship! Ahaha, don't give me that look! You were the one who asked!

Alright, alright, since you asked nicely... [name] has been with me for as long as I remember, actually. We were neighbors, and we kept in touch even after I joined the Fatui. They stuck by me through thick and thin, always smiling when they greeted me back at the village, despite knowing what I do for a living...

Tell me, how can one not fall in love with someone like that? Such a pure, untainted soul... Being around them feels like I've committed an unforgivable sin in itself, but alas, I've been utterly smitten and I can't exactly remember how to get out of this maze called love anymore. So I guess I'm staying for good, haha!

| Competitors

Ah, of course, there were many, many insects swarming around such beauty... The only irritating thing about it is that none of them - not even a single one - was a fun hunt! Can you believe it?? I've probably gone through a hundred of them by this point, but none makes a worthy opponent! *sigh* Life's hard when you're just too strong...

*grin* Speaking of which, how about it, Traveler? If you're free, why don't we do some sparring~?

| Would you ever let go?

Ahahaha! Comrade, you sure like to joke around...

Perhaps. If you can pry them off my dead body.

| About [name]

[name]? Yes, of course I know them. What do you think about them, Traveler?

Oh? My smile looks scary? I'm not sure what you mean by that, this is my usual smile. *chuckles* Why, have you done something that will potentially incur my wrath? Something like... taking a romantic interest towards my dear fiancé, perhaps?

That's not the case? Well, then, I believe there's nothing you should worry about!

| Your Relationship

[name] has stayed with me throughout my darkest hours. They... gave me much-needed comfort, when I had to take the mantle of the head of the clan. Though it is something I have prepared for my whole life, it was a rather sudden change, and the transition was abrupt. Coupled with the fact that there was no room for mistakes... Yes, I could never thank them enough.

I believe we've developed a deep bond because of it all. So, it's only natural that I repay them by providing them with the best luxuries and the safest shelter to call home. And as the spouse of the head of the Kamisato clan, they won't ever lack anything!

| Competitors

-and make sure to do it without any trace, as usual. You are dismissed.

... Hm? Oh, Traveler. To what do I owe the pleasure?

| Would you ever let go?

My, I'm afraid I'll need context on this one. If this is about my position as the head of my household clan, I would rather not, but I believe Ayaka will become a fine head in my place. If you're talking about the Shuumatsuban, it will undoubtedly cause a few issues. Still, I should manage to hire some elite private mercenaries in their stead, though it would not be preferable.

And if this is concerning [name], then the answer is rather simple:

No.

| About [name]

*smiles* [name] is my greatest treasure. I'm quite sure you've noticed the fondness I hold towards them. I can talk about them all day.

They are a kind one, for starters. Always wishing and striving to please everyone, sometimes to the point that they forgot about themselves. No matter in whichever lives, no matter their position... This aspect of them never changed. It worries me so. Yet, forcibly stripping this away from them would mean that I am rejecting who they are as a person. And that is not what I wish to do.

I'd like to think that I'm protecting them, by making sure that no one tries to take advantage of their kind nature. After all, is it not the job of a lover to make sure their beloved is safe and sound?

| Your Relationship

Would you believe me when I say that I have been in love with them for thousands of years? *chuckles*

Be it Rex Lapis, Morax, or Zhongli... They have a firm hold of my heart. So it's only fair that I do so in return, don't you think?

| Competitors

As much as I would find it liberating to subdue those who do not deserve their attention, let alone be allowed to lay sight on them... I cannot.

We would not want the seas of Liyue Harbor to turn red from all the blood. It would be unhygienic.

| Would you ever let go?

..... All I wish for is for [name] to be safe.

And the safest place in all Teyvat is by my side.

| About [name]

Oh, did you meet [name]? I suppose you've been frequenting the Kamisato residence lately... What did you think about them?

Hmm, I see, I see! The young miss introduced the two of you! ... .That's fine then.

Aren't they really nice? Did they talk about me? I have some time to spare, so we can sit down for some tea! Why don't you tell me all about it over some tea time snacks?

| Your Relationship

"The perfect couple"? R-Really? Do people really say that? Aw, geez, that's kinda embarrassing, but it makes me happy that people recognize how well we get along with each other, haha!

[name] could be a little stubborn sometimes, but they're just the sweetest! *giggle* Oh, and don't worry, when we get married one day, I'll be sure to invite you as one of the guests!

| Competitors

*strained laugh* Uhm, well, I can't deny that there are a lot of people around us, and with me being busy tending to the Kamisato siblings' needs, there isn't enough time for me to regularly check on them...

B-But, the young master has been really kind, so I really have nothing to worry about! Huh? What kind of help did he provide? Well, there are numerous things, really. For example... He's provided me with an adequate living section in the Kamisato residence, since I'm the young miss' retainer, and he allowed [name] to reside there! Just normal things, you know? Man, I sure am glad I work for a really accommodating boss!

| Would you ever let go?

You know, my mom used to say, if you truly love someone, you should always keep them close to your heart... And I agree wholeheartedly with her! Plus, [name] enjoys my company very much, why would I 'let them go'?

| About [name]

My adorable significant other! What's this, are you investigating them for some reason, Traveler? I assure you, their background is completely clean, with no dirt in sight! I made sure of it, afterall~

Eh? What does that mean? Haha, who knows~

| Your Relationship

It's like a game of cat and mouse, most of the time. I find it mentally stimulating! They always love to test my intelligence by going into hiding somewhere, waiting for me to catch them! Isn't that cute? It's thrilling and keeps me on my toes, that's for sure! They're always so creative about it, too...

I do get worried from time to time, though. I mean, they might get hurt out there while they look for a hiding place... So if you ever spot them out there in any dangerous areas - which they're prone to wander off to - let me know straight away, okay? It might sound like I'm cheating by asking this from a lot of people, but I'd rather have [name] safe and my detective pride bruised rather than have them get hurt, or worse...

| Competitors

Now, see, to make a fair competition, the two candidates must have an equal footing with each other. However, I have yet to see someone who is as interested in [name] as I am, who is just as smart, good-looking, attentive, and capable as me - and to top it all off, have the ability and courage to do whatever it takes to ensure their safety and comfort! So there isn't really any competition going on here, is there?

| Would you ever let go?

Haha, is that a serious question?

Look here partner - a detective worth their salt will chase its target until the end of the world. Now, I'm not saying [name] is a criminal or anything like that, but all I'm saying is...

... I'm not the type who would let my prey get away, you see.

And it's not like I have a shortage of handcuffs to use, haha!

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Okay so I was messing around on character AI. And I made a kinda hulking monster. Not sure if he's from the past or the future but I have some kind of a backstory

Long story short two minor gods of nature had a powerful son who's a demigod marries an elderly retired Valkyrie and they have a child. Said child is a shape-shifting dragon and she gets with a giant with powerful magic. This eventually leads to the rather laid back being of a monster who's known as 'The Living Apocalypse'

He's very VERY strong and clearly doesn't look like any human or demon not sure how jacked up his face would be. All I put down was 'Aphrodite hates looking at him' oh yeah I also had him being similar in personality to Shiva.

But what I'm trying to say is that I'm wondering how the Gods and the Einherjars would react to him?

Hello my dear, based on what you provided to me I will do my best! I’ll write it in second person to make it easier to read (and write for me).

-Thor- Adores your strength- he loves when you agree to spar with him as you’re the only one who can handle him. He just wishes you weren’t so laid back- he feels that you could do so much if you put your mind to it.

-Zeus- Finds it amusing that you’re so strong but so laid back- he knows for a fact that you’re easily one of the strongest beings in Valhalla, but he’s not worried that you’re going to try anything against his own position of power- you don’t seem the type to go after power like that.

-Poseidon- Finds you irritating- not so much you yourself, but your lazy attitude, you’re so powerful yet you refuse to do anything with that power. He doesn’t care what you look like- only that you’re powerful and yet you do nothing with it.

-Hercules- BRO!!! You and him are such good friends- you will spar with each other then go out drinking- having fun together and just being the best of friends. He respects your choices on what you do, or not do, with your strength as he knows that you’re a good person.

-Shiva- You guys are such good friends- you’re so similar in personality so that is what makes the two of you click so easily- you’re both insanely strong but you both would rather just dance and have fun. But on those rare occasions when you want to fight, Shiva’s always ready to help you burn off some energy.

-Buddha- Snack buddies! Buddha loves your vibe- despite being a demi-god, as you don’t act like other gods- you’re very chill and he enjoys that you piss others off by not using your strength the way others think you should.

-Hades- Hades is a blend of his brothers, he thinks that you should do more with your power and strength, but he does think it’s amusing that you’re so laid-back. Hades doesn’t really care what you do so long as you don’t cause him more paperwork.

-Beelzebub- He’s curious about you but keeps his distance, like he does with everyone else. He wants to study your strength and he also wants to learn why you don’t want to use your strength to it’s full potential- you’re curious and he wants to know more.

-Apollo- He adores you because you’re unapologetically you- you’re so open, not caring about your looks or your strength, as you’re happy the way you are, and he thinks that’s beautiful. He has managed to convince you to come to his spas and get pampered a few times, as he tells you that it’s healthy to pamper yourself occasionally.

-Ares- Just like Hercules this is your BRO! He learned long ago that despite having strength, you chose not to use it, just because you didn’t want to, and he learned that one doesn’t have to fight and be a warrior just because they have strength. Is one of the few people that can handle you in hand-to-hand combat and you always give him a good workout.

-Hermes- Finds you relaxing to be around, you’re very mellow and go with the flow and you try not to let anything get you down. You’re also very intelligent and able to hold deep conversations with Hermes, usually over tea. He doesn’t care what you look like but he will defend you if he feels others are being cruel to you.

-Aphrodite- Don’t come near her, don’t even look in her direction- she doesn’t want your eyes on her, you disgusting monster. You’re just like every other monster in Valhalla- a brute with uncontrollable strength. She refuses to get to know the real you.

-Odin- Like Poseidon he is irritated that you don’t use your strength and power to your advantage, to show others your strength. However, unlike Poseidon he is less vocal about his displeasure with it. He would just like to know what’s going on in your head.

-Loki- Loves to pull harmless pranks on you as you always take the pranks with a grin, complimenting him- it’s hard to find others that won’t try to beat him when he pulls pranks. Likes to use you as a shield when a prank goes bad, hiding behind you- you don’t mind, as you find it amusing.

-Lu Bu- Adores your strength- wants to fight you every single day to test his strength and grow his own. Is a little confused on why you don’t fight like he does, training everyday and challenging strong opponents- you have the power so why not use it?

-Adam- Kept his distance like he does with most gods, but has seen that you are a good person, as you have the strength to bring so many others harm and pain, but you choose not to- finding no joy in it and you prefer to relax and just enjoy the moment.

-Kojiro- You’re so honorable- using your strength on your own terms, not to harm others like he’s seen so many others do. He doesn’t try to convince you to go out and train with him as it’s your life- you’re free to do what you wish, but he won’t turn down a chance to spar with you on the rare occasion. Loves to go out drinking and eating with you- you’re always a riot to be around.

-Jack- You’re so bright- so full of life and joy. He’s not met many others like you, but he finds you warm to be around. You’re a good person and he does enjoy your company, but he is sometimes hesitant to be around you- like he doesn’t deserve to be around someone so bright. You’re more observant than you let on and you seek him out, asking him to spar with you. You’re a really nice person.

-Raiden- Best friends forever! You’re strong but laid back and love to just vibe and have fun? Him too!! He finds you to be a kindred spirit- you’re fun to hang out with and you can drink like a fish, and he finds it hysterical that you’re so strong and you piss so many off for not using it in a worthwhile manner. He loves it when you spar with him because you’re one of the few who can make him work for it.

-QSH- You’re powerful but you don’t use that power? Why? He’s stunned to learn that you don’t use your power to put yourself into a position of power- you use your power when you want to, as you were raised to use your power to never hurt other needlessly. Becomes quick friends with you and enjoys your laid-back vibe, although you feel kind of like a babysitter with him sometimes.

-Nikola- Can he study you?! He wants to know all about you and your power! How much can you lift? How fast are you? What can you do? What can’t you do?! He must know everything!

-Leonidas- You would have been the best Spartan if you would apply yourself- your strength is impressive and if your dedication and drive was similar then there would be no stopping you. He does respect your decision to not use your power on random whims just because you’re powerful.

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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Hey! Could i request a TXT reaction to their s/o crying because of stress but then they also don't want to bother the boys so they just keep it to themselves? I just found out that i have my exam in a week and now I'm trying not to go crazy lol

txt reactions to their s/o being stressed but not telling them

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

authors note: i feel you there, anon! i really hope your exams went okay. let me know how you did if you're comfy, i'm sure you did fine. hope you enjoy this, sending much love <3

soobin

soobin wants nothing more than for you to be reassured. the last thing he wants is for you to keep all your stress to yourself, because it will only make you feel worse. he's soft and comforting when it comes to soothing your worries about potentially 'burdening' him with your problems. "it's not a burden. your problems are my problems and i want to help you through this." he's genuinely one of the best listeners and will give you all the time you need to get stuff off your chest in hopes that you feel better.

yeonjun

yeonjun keeps the frustration that you didn't tell him in the first place to himself. he doesn't want to make you more upset or stressed by bringing it up. he also beats himself up for not noticing before. he felt he should've looked for signs that you were stressed. but now it was too late. he would have you in his arms and comfort you and tell you everything will be okay. he will offer to help you in any way he can, but also sternly tell him that you must tell him your worries in the future. it's what he is there for.

beomgyu

beomgyu would feel a little disheartened when he realises that 1) you're upset and under a lot of stress. and 2) you didn't want to tell him. he wants to be there to help you and he doesn't want you to even hesitate to go to him for help. he starts hesitating his ability to comfort you. but that doesn't stop him from doing so. he will reassure you that everything is going to be fine once you push through this stressful time in your life. and he makes it known that you can go to him for anything. he doesn't want you going through these types of things alone.

taehyun

taehyun has this fascinating intuition where he simply knows that something isn't right. he's very emotionally mature and therefore in tune with the people who are closest to him and how their emotions are when they are sad. when you suddenly become distant, aloof and preoccupied, even by the little things you do, he notices. "what's up with you?" he will say in a calm but stern voice. and then you finally confess to him and tell him your worries. he's got his hand on your leg as he listens to you intently. the comforting presence you needed the most.

hueningkai

it will take hueningkai a bit longer to clock that something isn't quite right with you, mainly because he is preoccupied with his own thoughts. once he realises that you haven't talked to him as much and when you do talk to him, you are very short and irritable, then he puts two and two together, realising that you are not yourself. he will ask you what's wrong and offer you solutions to take care of your stress management. he doesn't want to see you in such a state and ends up worrying about you more.

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everlasting-rainfall · 11 months

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ok but imagine Shanks and Benn poly relationship where both of them are trying to court the reader ?

Could be a normal au , a new au or an au that follows the pages where the protagonist and his right hand man fall for love interest , both of them end up looking for the reader hoping to make the ending a reality 💍🛌~

love to see what u come up with XD

Ok so because you said that it could be a new AU, I’m gonna surprise all of you with something that I don’t play around with much but I do play around with occasionally in my head. It doesn’t really have a name but I guess you could call it One Piece Crossing.

Basically it’s One Piece mixed with Animal Crossing like imagine picking up a knockoff Animal Crossing game where you get to interact with One Piece characters (whether or not they’re anthropomorphic animals can change).

This AU typically acts like a normal Animal Crossing game just with added features like more in depth relationships and a more unwholesome environment but you’ll see what I mean when I talk more about this.

Let’s get into it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

Noncon, Forced Pregnancy, Childbirth, Threats, Sentient Video Games, Stalking

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

So imagine that you bought this game and it’s almost just like Animal Crossing except with Pirates, Marines, and shit like you assumed it was a rom hack and it was pretty fun to play so you kept playing it everyday with your little customized character

You even got to choose your starting villagers and after a while of hitting Random, you got two villagers that you were happy with known as Shanks and Benn. You picked your starting area and the game started

The game played exactly like how you would expect it to with a tutorial that told you what you needed to know but when you went to your house, you found that there was a phone in your characters room that when you picked it up. You were taken to a settings menu

One of the options was called Immersive Interactions and you thought it would be neat to be immersed in this game so you turned it on and turned the game off for the night after saving by putting your character to bed

You weren’t able to pick it up for a while after that but when you did, your character woke up to a new villager checking on you while you were asleep. Their name was Hongo and they were happy you were alright as you had been asleep for days on end

It was a little surprising but when you left your house after a quick checkup from Hongo, you found that outside the Immersive Interactions were really good at making characters more interactive as they acted more like people instead of characters

Shanks or Benn would constantly be coming over to hang out with you like you were fishing at one point and Shanks came over to sit by you with little text bubbles popping up as he talked to you and made conversation about all sorts of things even eventually getting up to lend you a hand when you caught something big

You were even in the middle of redecorating your in game house at one point when Benn showed up and helped your character pull an object to the other side of the room before practically demanding that you take it easy and let him take care of things and surprisingly it wasn’t irritating trying to tell him where to move things

The two of them would show up practically anywhere in the game where your character was like if you went shopping whether it be for clothes or for items then one of them would walk in, Benn even critiqued the quality of the axe that you planned on buying one day

Eventually other people started moving into the town like Lucky Roux or Yassop and Banchina. They were friendly but they never acted anything like Shanks or Benn did, the most that they did was hang around when you were talking to a random traveling character

But hey, it was better than Shanks and Benn’s reactions to you talking to a traveling character as they would literally insert themselves into the conversation and almost seem very hostile if not jealous of the character that you were speaking to usually causing you to end the conversation prematurely

You even passed by Benn and Shanks having a conversation a few times but before you could see what they were talking about by entering the conversation, they would always end it as soon as they noticed you or turn out to be talking about something that really didn’t suit their actions

Eventually you managed to connect with someone else who had the game, a friend of yours who had actual Animal Crossing managed to hook up to your game and visit you which turned out to be a huge mistake

If you thought that Shanks and Benn were hostile with traveling characters then you haven’t seen shit as neither would leave the two of you alone, they would constantly be trying to pull you into conversations about “Oh? Who’s that?” or the most random of shit when trying to request your help with things didn’t work

Plus your friend told you that your villagers were constantly getting in their way even with Shanks going so far as to seemingly trip them but eventually your friend just straight up left your town like high tailed it

You tried to ask them what was wrong but they refused to elaborate or even speak to you for long periods of time and you had no clue what was wrong as even trying to ask your villagers questions, they wouldn’t answer and simply said that they thought your friend was weird

As the year in the game progressed, you went through multiple different holidays and events that were all pretty fun with Halloween being your favorite as all the characters dressed up in their own fun outfits but Christmas was a bit strange as Shanks almost seemed to be trying to get your character drunk

Eventually New Years came around and there was a big celebration for it in the town square, it was a ton of fun as all of your villagers hung around and had tons of fun until there were mere seconds left on the countdown to the New Year

Once it was the New Year, you had your character set off some party poppers only to notice that Benn was coming directly towards your character and as soon as he was close enough a cutscene started

Suddenly things were much more detailed as Benn pulled your character close and kissed them deeply in a very detailed scene, you were in shock and it only grew when Shanks came up behind you and began to bite on your characters neck

The sounds of kissing were prominent as they came through your speakers but not only that, you could hear some cheering and whistling coming through the speaker as well, you could only stare at the screen though as eventually Benn pulled back with a string of saliva between your character and him

“I love you so much, stay with us forever… Never leave…”

“I’m with Benn, you should stay here forever… Forever with us… We make you so happy after all, don’t we? Why would you wanna leave?”

The cutscene finally ended and you were returned to normal gameplay, a text box popped up telling you that your character had entered a relationship with Benn and Shanks. It was a little weird to you as you didn’t even know that you could do that and you should have at least had an option to decline but regardless you kept playing

Continuing on with the game after entering a relationship with them made things a bit odd as the game made your bed bigger and had it so that the two characters moved in with you which wasn’t too bad as they wouldn’t change much in your house

However they did usually stop your character and your character eat breakfast with them before leaving which usually sparked a conversation at the table with them

You also gained a new option for interaction with them which was kiss which would usually result in a rather passionate scene although you also noticed that when you had your character go to bed to save while one of them was in bed then there was an option for “Spend some time with Benn/Shanks” below Save the Game

You selected it out of curiosity once only for the screen to fade to black only for it to fade back on a rather graphic scene that made your eyes go wide and your jaw drop, the scene was of your character on all fours being pounded from behind by Shanks as they had their mouth fucked by Benn

Loud moaning came through your speakers along with the clear sounds of sex like a creaking headboard and loud wet slaps, it was graphic and detailed but what truly caused you to pull yourself away was when you started imagining that was you

You swore that you could practically feel them pounding your holes and you almost let out a moan but you came back to reality and after hearing Shanks moan out your name, not your characters name but your name and how you felt so good. You shut the game off without saving

Attempting to just forget about the game and continue on with your life didn’t work as the scene remained ingrained in your head no matter how hard you tried

You got such an urge to play the game again that you even tried to throw the game away but you couldn’t as it wouldn’t come out of the console

Eventually you couldn’t resist anymore, you picked up the console one late night and decided to play one last time but as soon as you turned it on. The game glitched and you found yourself in a waking nightmare after a bright flash of light

You were inside of your characters house laying on the bed, Shanks and Benn weren’t currently home which was nice but you attempted to pinch yourself awake hoping it was only a nightmare but it didn’t work and you soon heard the front door open

They were home and you had a feeling of dread, you tried to pretend to be asleep but it didn’t work as you were found out almost immediately

Both of them were overjoyed to see you up as you had been gone for so long and based on the way that things looked, you wouldn’t be able to leave them ever again as you weren’t beyond the screen anymore. You were in the game with them forever

An attempt to escape didn’t do anything as they caught you and told you that you were here to stay forever and seeing as their last attempt to enjoy some alone time with you got interrupted, they figured that they could enjoy some right now

Maybe expand the town just a little bit if you knew what they meant by that

Trying to fight was no use as your clothes were quickly pulled off and they began to prep you as they talked about how they’ve been trying to get you to love them ever since you had started playing the game and turned on Immersive Interactions

They simply couldn’t take their eyes off of you and they wanted to stay with you forever but seeing as they couldn’t enter the real world, they would have to hope that you could be brought to them

And sure enough, here you were now. You were here and never leaving and as they made passionate love to you all night long, you prayed that this was just a nightmare and hoped to god that you would wake up soon

As the months rolled by and your belly began to grow with a life inside of it, you still had hope that you would wake up and that everything would be ok

When your water broke while you were visiting with Yassop and Banchina, you still had hope that you would wake up very soon

But when you sat on a bed with Shanks holding your hand and encouraging you as Benn held your other hand and helped instruct you when to push. You officially lost all hope

And watching as your newborn daughter, Uta blissfully nursed from you without a care in the world as your husbands celebrated that you were a family

You knew that you were going to be here forever

#the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #yandere smut #minors dni #minor dni #yandere male #yandere shanks #yandere benn beckman #One piece crossing AU

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Cat Person | Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ "I think if you stay, something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you?" lipbite I see werewolf! Ghost potential here. (0_0) The tension…. ❞

: ̗̀➛ when Simon returns, he's different, strange. He's shutting you out and you don't know why.

: ̗̀➛ body horror, gore, monsters, swearing

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Simon had been distant, far too distant, and although you did your best to try and win him back, to try and make up for whatever mistake you had made, he just wasn’t responding; conversations that were once long and full of dry, sarcastic humour were now little more than an “alright?” followed by a curt nod before he disappeared again.

You didn’t understand it in the slightest, wondering what you had done wrong. Wondering how you had hurt him so badly that he wouldn’t even look at you anymore. Had you really been so cruel to him without knowing?

Had you really hurt him so bad without noticing?

Nobody could help you, either, and even Gaz - your own step brother - didn’t have a clue what was going on; although he did admit that Simon’s mood had been soured with everyone lately, not just you.

Ever since Simon had returned from the arête of Crib Goch, something had soured him on everybody; he was moody, didn’t sleep much, constantly sweating like he had a fever and it never mattered how much he washed and put deodorant on, he still stank something awful.

He was irritable, snappy and snippy all the same; he was… different.

There was something in his eyes that was different, odd; Price had said it could have been because of the animal attack, but everyone was more than confused by that - there were no large animals at Crib Goch, not unless someone put them there on purpose.

Maybe a private collector who didn’t find any care for them anymore, maybe escapees from a zoo but… but if that had happened, there would have been news reports, and no one had seen such a thing.

There was something that Simon wasn’t telling everyone, and it was both jarring and worrisome; but as his partner, you thought he would have so much as tried to talk to you, not just completely brushed you off.

But Simon would never tell anyone what had happened on that arête, he could never, it was too unbelievable, too silly of a story and he wasn’t even entirely sure it had happened anyway.

Sure, his memory up until after the attack was clear enough, but that wasn’t good enough; Simon knew that the human mind could play tricks to protect itself - making him watch himself do things, feeling like he wasn’t actually solid matter or that the people around him weren’t actually real.

He had experienced all of that ten times over, he was no stranger to the lengths the human brain would go to to try and protect itself, to try and cope with trauma.

He wasn’t fucking stupid; he knew that positive psychotic symptoms, derealisation, dissociation - they could all happen after events like what he had been through.

But even he couldn’t be absolutely sure about what had happened.

But it did seem… so real. It really did.

He was going along the pyg track, painfully aware of the fragility of certain rocks to his left as he trudged on forward; he could feel something watching him, but at the time, he had assumed that it was little more than a bird of prey nearby searching for a mouse or something, he didn’t think much of it.

Crib Goch was a relatively safe place, no human would have followed him at least; yet there had been several sightings lately, all within the Yr Wyddfa area… big wild cats, pumas and the like. Simon didn’t believe them all too much, chalking it down to the human mind playing tricks; it was probably just a stray dog or something, if anything.

But something had been watching him on that track, something had been following him. Had he known then what he knew now, he would have turned around and ran back to the car.

He didn’t make it more than another metre, before something thudded into his back, pinning him down with heavy round hands, more like paws really.

A ghastly growl echoing through the dark skies before something bit down on his leg, a set of sharp and pointed teeth, tearing through his muscle tissue with ease; he had called out, squirming and doing his best to fight whatever was attacking him - his free leg hit something heavy, and he managed to wriggle forward before grabbing the leg of whatever was at his back and throwing it as hard as he could.

He had no idea what the fuck he had seen, all he caught a glimpse of was something… on all fours. But that could have been because of anything.

But since then, there had been some… strange goings on. Things that the doctors and GPs he saw couldn’t explain. Constant sweating, like he had a fever. Yet his body temperature was always normal when they took it.

Itching deep within his bones all over his body, so hard to ignore that it hurt when he didn’t scratch at it; his arms littered with deep, yellow scabs that were so thick they cracked open and let out spurts of blood when he bent his arms.

His joints ached, as if they were trapped by the flesh of his body.

He couldn’t sleep during the night, like his natural body clock had somehow reversed itself completely without him knowing. He craved meat constantly, even the mere mention of blood making his stomach growl loudly; it didn’t matter how much he ate… and his teeth.

Oh, how his teeth stung and sharply throbbed, like they were trying to push themselves out of his mouth constantly. Yet, the dentist could not find a cause; considering his lack of dental treatment due to his finances, his teeth were good. There was no reason that his teeth should have hurt like that.

He was constantly overwhelmed by everything; scents were much stronger, much more harsh on his nose and made him easily wince. Lights of all kinds hurt his eyes, making them sting. Every texture felt awful.

Home alone for the night, as you were helping Gaz move into his new flat and you were going to spend the night so that you could have a film night like you used to when you were children, Simon couldn’t rest.

Something felt… wrong. His stomach kept squirming, moving around the cavern beneath his ribs constantly, refusing to settle. He could hear his heartbeat hammering in his chest, loud and faster than usual. He was out of breath, sweating profusely even though he had long ago stripped down to nothing and opened all the windows.

He could feel his heart throbbing in his throat, making him sit in still silence for a moment as he swallowed thickly and wondered what the fuck was going on; maybe it was dehydration, he wondered, but when he dared to stand, he was quickly brought to his knees as a shooting pain coursed through every single nerve and muscle in his body.

His teeth.

They were stretching, cracking loudly as they forced themselves to elongate. The front four, so sharp that they poked into his chin like needles. The back, shorter but wider.

His gums bled, forcing him to spit a puddle of bile-laced blood onto the floor as he whimpered softly, reaching up to cup his jaw as he cried softly. Blood trickled from his teeth, forcing him to weep as he wished for it to end. Agony.

He got no relief, though, as his skull creaked and ground against itself harshly, becoming more oval shaped, a blunt muzzle sitting at the end of his face; he wanted to scream, but it came out as mere garbles and chokes. His head was throbbing, but at least the teeth weren’t digging into his chin anymore.

His fingers twisted and curled, the bones pulsing through the flesh with ease, rendering the muscles and skin limp and lifeless. His hands were shaking as his fingers sunk into themselves slightly at the mid finger knuckles, the bones falling black and dead onto the floor with a soft clatter; his hands didn’t even look like hands anymore, rounded and resembling something more like an animal than an ape.

Yet, at the mid finger knuckles, something sharp and scathing pushed through from where the dead bones were; coated in something sticky and slick, they dug into the floor, leaving long scratch marks where Simon struggled against every single change.

He collapsed onto his side, sobbing pitifully as his legs and arms twisted and rippled, lengthening; his shoulder blades rested further towards his spine. His legs moved so that the bones would no longer allow him to walk upright. Forced to walk like a beast.

He wept. He wanted to die.

His ears crunched as they moved upwards, the top of his skull. Something hard and long ripped through his lower back, making him buck and wriggle as he tried to get away from it. Simon was running out of breath, running out of the will to keep going as he sighed and tried to catch his breath.

His eyes squished and squelched, becoming rounder, once dark brown, now harsh yellow. Silently, Simon prayed for death. For it all to end. But it wouldn’t. Something light and stringy licked at the undersides of his skin, making him itch terribly as he squirmed to try and find some relief.

Small stinging nettles slowly pushing through his skin, flicking bits of blood across the floor as they did so. It was a yellowish brown colour on one side, almost white on the other; the backs of his ears were black with a singular white spot in the middle of each. Splodges of black formed circles across his body, containing bits of brown inside of them.

It seemed like hours before Simon could actually move again, every joint and every muscle aching and sharply stinging; he kept trying to stand up, but all it did was cause long scratch marks to become embedded on the surfaces he tried to pull himself up on.

He managed to make it to the hallway, and a sharp gargle left the back of his throat when he saw his appearance in the mirror; no, no, no, no. It wasn’t real.

No. No, it couldn’t have been. No. Such things didn’t exist, absolutely not.

He was just dreaming. Yeah, that was it - he was just dreaming. He paced around, trying to find various ways of waking himself up; running headfirst into the door, slamming his already painful muzzle into the cupboards.

But nothing worked. Nothing was fucking working.

He gave up, curling up on the sofa as he decided that, maybe, if he fell asleep in his nightmare, he would wake up.

The flick of a lightswitch made him stand up, a harsh growl from the back of his throat as he dug into the soft cushions of the sofa; he never made that sound before. He never remembered the sofa cushions ever being so easily torn through.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled, staring at the beast on your sofa. “What the fuck is this shit?!”

Simon tilted his head to the side, then looked down at the sofa cushions; his feet were the way they had been when he fell asleep, and those awful and long claws were embedded in the sofa cushions. He shook his head, no.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

He looked at you, a deep and frantic chuffing noise coming from his throat even though he was hoping that he could actually form words; you looked horrified, but he continued to try, the noise becoming louder and louder.

Fuck it.

He leapt off of the sofa, headed into the bedroom and went straight for the drawer; using his maw, he managed to drag it open, and easily picked up what he was looking for.

He had bought it for you a long time ago, and knew that you would know it was him. He dropped it at your feet, then took a few steps back as you picked it up.

Examining it, you chewed at your bottom lip, and then glared over at the beast. “Si… Simon?”

He nodded.

“Oh, what the fuck?!” You sounded exhausted. “Every day is some new fucking bullshit with you lot, I swear - first, Gaz ends up being called back to our family’s house because there’s a fucking leak and he knows about plumbing, so my film night was fucking ruined! Then! I come home and find my fucking boyfriend is - what? A fucking panther?!”

Another chuffing sound, and you glared at him.

“You think this is funny?!” You scoffed. A nod. “Simon, you’re a fucking bastard.”

You scoffed, shaking your head; but you allowed Simon to stay close, still a little on edge to have a whole fucking big cat right at your side, but if you were honest?

When you fell asleep cuddled into him like a big teddy bear, you slept like a baby. You trusted him enough to fall asleep like that, cuddled into him knowing that he wouldn’t hurt you; but Simon felt differently.

He didn’t trust himself, didn’t trust his new instincts and didn’t trust what was happening to him. He couldn’t. There was no telling what he would do to you - he was a beast, a wild animal. He couldn’t trust himself.

He slipped away before you woke up, leaving you alone and cold amongst the duvet and pillows, hoping that he could get far enough from you; but it only took a couple of hours before you found him again, naked as the day he was born and sitting at the riverbank. You frowned, setting a bag between his legs and nudging him gently.

“I figured you could use these… I noticed your shit was all over our floors…”

Simon hummed, shaking his head. “You should go.”

“Why?”

“Because I think if you stay, something bad will happen,” he said quietly, roughly. “I think I might hurt you. You don’t want to get hurt, do you?”

You shook your head, sitting down beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out at the river. “Simon… I love you. I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me, even by accident… I’m your partner for a reason. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I could kill you,” he muttered.

“I don’t care,” you hummed. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Reluctantly, Simon opened the bag, and quickly grabbed the clothes; he was getting cold, and the scabs and scars littering his body were starting to turn a lightish purple colour. But when he sat back down, he kept his distance from you, and shook his head. “Please. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Simon,” you sighed, daring to move a little closer. “I sleep next to you every night. I stand behind you while you’re cooking. I sit next to you at the dinner table every time. You’ve never so much as accidentally flicked me… do you really think I think you’d hurt me?”

“I can’t trust myself.”

“You trust me though, don’t you?” You asked, and when he nodded slowly, you dared to smile. “So trust me now… please? Even just a little bit?”

“Okay,” he agreed quietly.

“Don’t shut me out again,” you told him, shaking your head a little. “Please?”

Simon nodded again. “I just never thought you were a cat person.”

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mikuni14 · 4 months

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There are so many reasons to hate Dr. Douchelathon in good conscience, starting with the fact that Phaya is really not having a good time emotionally right now because of him:

(don't talk to me about Phaya in the last photo...)

through his attempts to kill Phaya starting from his childhood, death threats against Tharn, and possibly killing Tharn's first love. We must also assume that he is responsible for all the deaths of Phaya and Tharn from their previous incarnations. Doc is one of the most disgusting villains I have ever seen, he is pure evil.

These are all serious and vile issues of this man/deity, but there is something else that particularly pisses me off, which Phaya pointed out perfectly in the last episode: that the doctor cannot let go of unrequited love (which tbh does not exist in the first place) and that for him the problem in this "love triangle" is Phaya and Tharn, never himself. Dr Incelathon is one of the extremely annoying guys who, when it comes to love and romance, focuses on everything else but winning over his beloved in a normal way (apart from the obvious fact that he never loved and does not love Tharn). Because, let's be honest: the doctor is in a winning position from the very beginning! He has known Tharn since childhood according to Yai, he is officially nice, has a respected profession and position. Dr Conservativepodcaster, if he wanted to, could earn Tharn's love, try to win him over. And what did the Dr. Chalandrewtate do? He eliminated potential competitors and became Tharn's therapist, which yep, isn't sick or creepy at all. I know that everything the doc 🐍 does is terrible and cruel. But somehow this aspect really irritates me 😬 Because he denies Tharn his free will, his agency, the right to make his own decisions. Tharn is a thing in this situation, not a person. In his incel mind, Tharn is not to be seduced, conquered, flirted with. Doc never actually shows his romantic interest in Tharn, as a normal person in love would do (like Phaya, or like Yai does, or even Khem!). In his eyes, you can get Tharn only by... literally eliminating your rivals. And if that's impossible, you eliminate Tharn so that NOBODY gets him. Doc shows no effort in seducing Tharn as a lover, only in making sure that he will not be anyone else's lover. This is the worst type of guy and the most dangerous, so maybe that's why he rises all the red lights and alarm signals in my head. He holds a grudge against Phaya for getting Tharn and against Tharn for allowing himself to be seduced by him 😬 while he himself does nothing to get him. Nothing normal. He treats Tharn like a thing, like property, as some kind of trophy. He has sick obsessions that he can't control at all. He spies on Tharn. And for him, the best and only way out of any situation is violence, including the person he theoretically cares about. (He should give up on Tharn and start a podcast, he would be very popular in certain circles lol)

#the sign the series #bl drama #thai bl

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dirtyoldmanhole · 17 days

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extremely self indulgent little writing exercise because the brain worms wouldn't let go :P

FEH-verse drabble. The summoner hires Zihark to investigate anomalies about Gunter.

Coins clinked, and not for the last time Zihark thought they sounded remarkably like the metal of a prison. "I don't like this." He said suddenly, drumming fingers along the wall. "Now that's somethin' strange to say when you've just been paid handsomely just to talk to a harmless old knight. Clean task even."

She smiled, but it was with a huckster's patently false guile, the kind he had seen before too many times. Unlike them, she at least could be reasoned with; the swordsman had discovered there were more commonalities than not despite the affected mask.

"There's an absence." The swordsman's fingers stilled, but his words continued briskly if he hadn't heard her reply. "You paid me to talk to this knight Gunter and find out what his motivations are beyond serving the Nohr noble. You paid me to find out how rumors of this Anankos are related to him---and all we have is a few scant words in burned books, whispers, and a notable lack of taking advantage of this power hole that the rumors and your suspicions imply."

At that, she chuckled, much like a cat holding a secret.

The sound irritated him, and more than anything he disliked the certainty that it implied. Evenly, he responded if only to puncture it.

"...Dare i say it sounds like you didn't tell me everything."

"I needed you to confirm my suspicions." This time, surprisingly, the smile was warmer, genuine. "There was no way in hell that one was going to crack if I asked him direct---soul contract or no contract." She waved her hand apathetically which told him, as always, that she cared a great deal for this little point. "I'm adverse to that pressure unless strictly needed as it creates more problems than it does solutions. i need willing minions eatin' out of my hand using the same logic that I do; not resentful ones aware of the leash around their necks. Aware of the obvious collars at least."

it's easier to lie with the truth, she had said once, in their first meeting. All the cards on the table was another peculiar turn of phrase used then, and he privately had to admit it had almost snowed him until---

The summoner stilled suddenly.

"Power."

This time it was his turn to raise an eyebrow poised as a silent question. Sometimes her wandering train of thought was as maddening as the crude honesty.

"Some people fold to power from above. Gunter only has one he would fold for." She let out a whistle. "...Or i thought he did."

"I don't follow."

"Corrin. He's shielded naturally from suspicion with his liege's influence since that one sure as shit ain't going to question his loyalty. What if that wasn't entirely by coincidence, Zi, considering how long he's had to shape Corrin." The summoner leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. "What would happen if you pointed that dragon at him with ironclad proof he ain't who he says he is, i wonder…"

It was a remarkably cold, bleak thought. Briefly, he wondered if he had misjudged the summoner to have a heart of stone.

He was a man with blood on his hands and slept full nights knowing how much further he'd bend; but there were certian lines he was uneasy to cross, and the idea of pitting potential innocents against each other was perilously close to one.

"Unhappiness." He said with finality.

"Zihark, I'm as much of a romantic as you are believe it or not. But for a vaguely interesting project that I thought he was, he is shaping up to be a genuine threat if only through this external influence. An unknown-unkown to use another old bastard's words, versus a known-unknown."

"I need to know more." She hissed after a beat, but it was with focused bright-eyed restlessness rather than any frustration, and he let the heavy moment slide from their mutual hands like a fisherman's net.

"It'll cost you." Zihark said lightly, shouldering the door as hearkening to leaving. "Even if I give you a discount, which you know I won't."

The corner of her mouth quirked, at that. Strange, she was the only one to get his humor at times.

"I'm prepared, although Anna will probably shoot me for emptying Askr's coffers. I'll just tell her you're still the cheaper option compared to Volke. Which, let's face it, you are."

"What a glowing review." He blithely drawled on the way out, and he could still hear her laughter half a flight down.

#h a l p #(i had INTENDED more gunter but as usual things get away from me lol)

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inkyucu · 25 days

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Theatrical Tragedy!!!

(Aka an informational post about an AU I'm currently obsessing over)

This is most likely going to be a somewhat long post, so sorry about that-

Important thing to know before continuing!!!

(Depending on who you are)

Before I say anything else, there is something I want to make clear, because I know that this can make some people uncomfortable. This AU is an AU that contains Sun x Moon. They are not siblings in this AU. There may be times where there is implied shipping of one of these two and another character, but keep in mind that they're not in a polyamorous relationship of any sort (They just do it to mess with people, they both do it, they know the other one does it, it does not bother either of them).

Please also keep in mind that some art posted of Sun and Moon may be considered suggestive (Nothing explicit - mostly because it makes me uncomfortable - but do keep this in mind if you do decide to keep up with the AU). I've been trying to get more comfortable with drawing different things with my art, and this AU just so happens to be a good means for me to try and get more used to drawing characters in a relationship.

Neither of these should end up being posted that often in the art that I do post, but I felt it was important to inform you of the potential of these showing up. I understand not everyone likes these things. If you don't like anything mentioned here, please don't say anything about it, and just ignore the AU. This also applies to anything else you might read or see about this AU. If you don't like it, ignore it.

Introduction.

(Finally)

Basically, in this AU, 'You' are a security worker in the Pizzaplex after the massive layoff of people. The security guards are the only ones that weren't fired, simply because they needed at least some people to do the things the robots couldn't do. Which unfortunately leaves you assigned to the daycare because of false reports of them being broken. ...And no one really trusts either of them. For the most part, you were basically just there to be a babysitter to a bratty animatronic that seems to hate you.

Moon, while rather annoying at times, doesn't have much of a problem with you. Sun seems to act like they hate you. Eclipse.... Eh, you'll find out.

'You'

Referred to Whyen - It's a nickname you've always had

Shorter than average

Unspecified age, but likely in their early twenties

Any pronouns

Refers to the robots as 'It' literally just to be rude

They act a bit of a jerk towards the animatronics, but in general they tend to just not interact with the animatronics, as they make them uncomfortable. They had a sibling who used to work in the now abandoned theater near the daycare. Wonder what happened to them....

Sun!

Goes by many names, and doesn't care what they're called

9'8 (Before and after sharing a body)

They were made after Eclipse, but no one knows how long they've been around

Mostly referred to as male, but goes my any pronouns - except for it, they see it as being dehumanizing

Pretty good with children, but absolutely hates all of the staff. Why? No one's quite sure, they just don't. They were the second AI to be made, and of the three currently known, Sun tends to be the most sensible and easiest to irritate one. One of the easiest ways to irritate them is intentionally doing something wrong, being disorganized, or just being a menace to society.

Moon!

Like Sun, they don't care what name people call them

9'8 (Before and after sharing a body)

They were made after Sun, but no one knows how long they've been around

Usually referred to as male, but goes by any pronouns - doesn't mind being called it

Also pretty decent with children. Doesn't really hate the staff, they just like to antagonize the staff by acting creepy or weird. Usually Moon just doesn't interact though. He tends to be the more silly and mischievous one of the three, and the least sensible of all of them. Moon was planned to be made at the same time as Sun, but they were technically made after Sun literally due to a lack of enough people to work on both of them at the same time.

Eclipse!

Mostly just referred to as Eclipse

9'11

The first to be made, they were made at least 15 years ago (specific date unknown)

You could call them literally anything and they would not care at all

Eclipse - when they were a part of the theater - was usually specifically kept away from the children due to the buggy mess they were. They were nice, but unpredictable. The most chaotic of the three, and yet oddly the calmest. After the theater got shut down, Eclipse was not put into the one body, and instead they were put in a storage room. Why? Probably because of the mess that their AI was.

That one dream guy

Unknown name

Unknown height

Unknown age

Unknown gender

Not much is known about it, other than that you seem to trust it when it appears in your dreams, it seemed to be human, and that it appeared to work at the Pizzaplex.

Eclipse is only taller due to their torso and abdomen needing to be farther spaced apart for their 6 arms (Yes, 6 arms)

Fun/Random Facts!

(This list may or may not extend over time)

Sun and Moon used to be in two separate bodies when they were in the theater! They were only put in one body to save power costs

Sun and Moon choose who is in control; it's not determined by lights

Eclipse broke very easily, and due to this, most of their existence they couldn't change their face expressions very much. To make up for this, they used small signs with different expressions!

Whyen's nickname may or may not be a reference to a certain 'Y/N' the dca Fandom is just a little fond of

Other things not really related to what the AU is about but are still important I think

(Man I'm so bad good at titles)

This AU is rather incomplete, and there has been at least one thing I've gone back and have changed. So chances are, it'll happen again. This could - and probably will - lead to some inconsistencies in the AU. If that happens? Just go by what I say in that very moment is what's canon.

Asks about the AU are welcome! This could be to any character, and you would not appear as Whyen in the story... Imagine yourself as like a child in the daycare or something asking them these questions. But no, through the asks, you would not be asking them through Whyen, if that makes sense.

You can also just send a question to me specifically if you have questions about the AU! I'd be welcome to answer any remaining questions you have after reading this!

This post most likely will be changed as the AU changes.

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moriartyluver · 10 months

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER VII

EVENTUALLY THE PERFECT opportunity managed to befall both William and (name) in their ploy to catch Ashfordshire and have him brought to justice. Even if it was evil, it was a necessary evil. Who knew who else would be killed and stuffed like a doll after Mary?

A ball was to be hosted sooner or later to mark the beginning of the spring season which was soon to come. This was a nightmarish miracle to both William and (name) who had been waiting to meet Lord Ashfordshire for the past month that they had been planning his downfall together.

Their target was known to only occasionally appear in high society and as if by chance, Ashfordshire had decided on attending this particular ball and the two had been informed that this was because he held a mutual interest in (name), except for different reasons.

As of now, (name) had finished the lengthy procedure required to get ready for the ball, suffocating herself in petticoats and a whalebone corset, and was now finally at the ball, waiting by the side for either Ashfordshire or William to appear.

She wandered around the hall, looking for at least one familiar face in the sea of people she didn't really care to converse with at all. (Name) would shift from two states, looking for someone to talk to them stand by the side and swirl her wine around in her glass, which she had yet to drink.

As she continued to pace around the hall, waiting to spot Ashfordshire somewhere in the strange hall, she felt herself bump into someone. Immediately she shifted her irritated expression to one of a clumsy young lady.

"I'm terribly sorry, please forgive me if I have ruined-" she raised her head to see a familiar pair of green eyes looking down at her with a soft expression. "Lord Albert?"

"You need not apologise, Lady (name)," Albert smiled kindly "my clothes are perfectly intact and I have not been harmed. You on the other hand-"

He gestured to a small stain of wine on the front of her dress. Thankfully, it was white wine and didn't stain the dress too much but of course, it was still a stain. Albert reached over to his breast pocket to pull out his handkerchief to hand to young woman but was beat to it by the appearance of his younger brother.

"Lady (name)," William smiled as he held out his embroidered handkerchief to her. Albert put his own away with a smirk at his brother's attitude. This would be something new to tease him for later.

(Name) took the napkin with a raised eyebrow then wiped down the front of her dress as William spoke.

"Im glad to see you've arrived as planned," he said, his implication of the situation clear. He leaned forwards to whisper into her ear, uncaring of any potentially scandalous behaviour he was exhibiting. "Unfortunately, he is later than we anticipated."

As (name) opened her mouth to speak, the music had suddenly changed and grew slower than the previous melody. Albert was taken away by a small group of noble ladies, all eager to dance with him. "I suppose I shall just wait then."

"Or, you could accept my request to dance whilst we wait?" William held out his hand, waiting for (name) to take it patiently, hoping she would accept his humble request to dance with such a fine noble lady

(Name) scoffed, then raised her gloved hand to her face as she laughed. "And why in God's name would I do such a thing?"

A smirk made its way onto William's pink lips "Why? Are you afraid I may be a better dancer than you?" He said, attempting to get a rise out of her, which proved to be successful.

The (hair colour)-ette placed her hand in his. "You have convinced me, my Lord. I accept but you must know that I am more likely the more experienced dancer, so as a result I will probably be better"

As the song played by the band towards the front of the hall began to grow louder, William guided (name) to dance the waltz with him amongst the other dance pairs. Out of the corner of his scarlet eyes, he could see Ashfordshire watching them by the side. He seemed to have arrived only moments before.

"Once you capture his interest, how do you plan on approaching him with the topic of an invitation?" William asked (name) in a hushed whisper whilst he held onto her waist.

(Name) moved along to rhythm of the harmonic instruments with her dance partner. "Ashfordshire, from what I've heard, is quite the foolish man. I wouldn't be surprised if he invited me to his manor immediately after meeting me. I may have to give the impression of having a romantic interest in him to make him reveal his true colours."

William's grip on (name)'s waist tightened as he pulled her closer to him "I see." He said in response. "But once you have him where you want him, you'd like me to send subordinates as backup just in case anything does not go to plan?"

"Correct," (name) smiled "Although I do doubt I will need them. You said they were good at combat, didn't you?"

The blond nodded "They are, but I still believe I should be there along with you, my darling (name)"

"If you really insist, but all I need is to get in that basement with him and create a diversion," (name) said as William twirled her around "and stop with the pet names, I do not belong to you nor am I dear to you."

"You would be perfect to join us, sweetheart," he said, completely ignoring her previous remark. "Would you not agree you'd be able to work well along side me, my lady?"

(Name) smirked as she 'accidentally' stepped on William's foot. "Oh, my apologies, my Lord!" She said with faux innocence

The male winced and paused for a moment then gave (name) a subtle glare before smiling and dancing with her once again. "It's no trouble, Lady (name)." His voice quieted to a hushed whisper "it appears all the men who you've danced with may have only been a figment of your imagination. I cant imagine you would be so clumsy with a mere waltz if you easily find yourself stepping on my feet."

(Name) chuckled darkly as she returned the malicious energy "I doubt you've had many female partners yourself, in both dancing and other aspects." She mocked

"Ah, you are right there, dear." William chuckled "but that doesn't mean I'm not as skilled in both dancing..and those other aspects you speak of."

As William twirled the lady around once more, (name) spotted Lord Edward Ashfordshire sipping wine alone by the side. Her eyes widened as she watched him. He wasn't as old or ugly as she expected but every time she looks at his visage closely, she could see his face melting into the devil's.

"Ashfordshire! He's here..!" (Name) whispered into William's ear as they continued dancing. "I need to speak to him whilst I have the chance-"

"Would it not be best for you to wait till the dance is over, Lady (name)? You may appear to desperate-" William was cut off by (name) escaping his grasp and walking over to Ashfordshire , leaving William to return to his brothers.

She felt nervous talking to a man she knew was capable of such disturbing acts as Josephine had described to her but as the sly woman she was, (name) covered up that fear with a friendly personality and spoke to Lord Ashforshire till the end of the ball in an attempt to befriend him so the plan would go through, and as if by strange miracle, by the end of the ball, Ashfordshire had told (name) he wished to see her again, and he invited her to dinner, much to her distaste but as she told herself, what must be done for Josephine's sake would be done.

The following week, (name) had arrived along with Josephine at the Moriarty manor to review the plan with William before she was to go to dinner with Ashfordshire. She had left the girl in the company of Louis, as if she were a mother dropping her daughter off at daycare, whilst she was introduced to William's subordinates.

As she entered, (name) saw two black haired males. A young boy, about Josephine's age, wearing a blue scarf around his neck and with a small frame. The other was a tall man, older than both William and (name), and likely older than Albert, with a black mess of hair on his head and a muscular physique. William was sat on a sofa chair, sipping a cup of tea.

"Lady (name), meet Colonel Sebastian Moran and Fred porlock," he said, gesturing to his subordinates. "You shall be working together for this mission. Please do sit down."

(Name) nodded and sat down beside him, nodding to the two with a polite smile. "Its a pleasure to meet you. I have heard of your skill from Lord William, I hope to be able to match that skill. I am in your care." She said, bowing her head then raising it once more to face.

The smaller boy remained silent but nodded in return while moran responded "Likewise" in a gruff voice.

"You do recall the entire plan, don't you? And you do remember the signal for potential danger, don't you?" William asked as (name) nodded. She had memorised the entire plan, word for word but what was even more skilled was that she had independently come up with a plan for any potential situation. Of course, planning was always important but any true schemer knew how important adaptability was.

"What do you take me for? Of course I do," she sipped on the her tea "if Ashfordshire tries anything, he'll die a quicker death than he deserves."

William narrowed his scarlet eyes then placed his cup down suddenly as he appeared to be deep in thought. (Name) looked at him curiously.

"Are you alri-"

"I'm coming with you," William said darkly. "You must not refuse. This isn't an offer, it's a command."

(Name) wanted to protest but couldn't bring herself to even return a "I don't take orders from you" to the man. She knew how high he held justice, he probably wanted Ashfordshire just as dead as she did, so who was she to deny that? She gave a simple nod.

It appears there had been a change of plan.

William and (name) both arrived together to Ashfordshire's estate, which had this horrific aura surrounding it, where they were brought in by a young looking maid. If they weren't successful, chances are she would probably be another victim.

Once they entered the dining hall to have their meal with the Lord, it was evident to both of them that he was not expected William, and even more evident that he disliked the man instantly, however, the dark haired man managed to keep a mildly gentlemanly facade up during the dinner.

"May I be excused to go powder my nose?" (name) eventually said. Instead of going to the bathroom though, this was the signal she had given to set the stage for the beginning of their plan.

Ashfordshire's amber eyes landed on the lady and nodded, telling one of the maids to give the woman directions.

(Name) was supposed to go to the west wing of the mansion to the nearest lavatory, but once the maid had left her alone, she quickly made her way to the opposite end of the estate, eventually finding the second entrance to the basement. She quickly picked the lock and managed to reach the trap door to give three knock, signaling she was there to Fred who was above the other side, ready to swoop in just in case (name) found herself in a difficult situation.

As soon as she had entered the basement however, her confident demeanour was washed away and replaced with fear. The large room was decorated by corpses, each of them dropping around like dolls. The stench of rotting flesh had penetrated (name)'s nostrils as she looked around further.

Meanwhile, Ashfordshire had excused himself from the awkward silence with William who had tried to attempt to engage in conversation despite feeling like he was about to hit the older man any minute. He had been overly chummy with (name) the entire hour she had been sat at the table with them and clearly ogling at her enough to make her uncomfortable. Even if they weren’t planning anything, he couldn’t blame her for leaving.

Phase two had begun.

A/N: I’m super sorry this was rushed but I was busy with my birthday celebration stuff and had to finish this quickly before getting my cake cut 😭 anyways enjoy bc next chapter we’re gonna get batshit crazy liam.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuumori x reader #—false lovers 💋

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llitchilitchi · 6 months

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Je načase aby som ťa opäť otravovala s asks! Už to bola chvíľa tak je načase sa pripomenúť ;)

Soooooo is there any potential lore for the AU where Dream dies in prison and after Punz revives him no one knows that he's alive and they just think that he's a ghost like Ghostbur? I'm especially interested in Quackity's and Sam's reactions to/experiences with this not-so-ghost ghost, hating their guts.

I'm taking anything you throw my way, no matter how small. My interest had been picked and now I won't let go of this obsession for at least 3 days :)

vitaj naspäť v mojej otázkokrabičke :D

there are no plans for the au, maybe a few thoughts, some of which I had a long time ago

Dream would haunt the narrative, more than anything else. a heavy conscience on Sam's mind, for failing his role as a warden and now guarding an empty prison, while Quackity grows more and more irritable and anxious because fuck, they lost the revive book, what are they supposed to do now, the book is gone, sure he didn't care to get his hands on it after a while of torture but at least he knew the book was there, he could always have Dream use it, but now it's gone, and it's his fault, and fuck, what if it gets out, what will people do once they learn that the book is gone and it's His Fault, this might get bad-

first he assures himself that Sam isn't stupid enough to tattle but then he sees the notification, Dream is online now, and oh, what does that mean for him? is he going to haunt the prison? the community house? the server as a whole? will he follow Sam? will he follow him, as the person who caused his death? what if he goes to George, what if he goes to Sapnap, what if their dirty little secret gets out? will he remember? will he tell everyone that he died, how he died? or will he be as clueless as Ghostbur? he never sees Dream, nor his ghost, but there is always a Chance, and what if someone else met him? what if he has yet to be confronted by someone who will know? who would it even be? his fiancés? Techno? his paranoia skyrockets, as does Sam's. Dream doesn't need to do anything to strike fear into their hearts other than make his lasting existence on the server known, from time to time.

on the other hand, it might be interesting to explore how the whole server might react if they were to find out Dream died. the grief and guilt of the people who loved him, once upon a time. there is something to be said about the exploration of guilt and grief with the Dream Team, in an AU like this

either way that would be all I have on my mind, there are no plans to really do anything with it unless it burrows in my brain like a worm so I am giving this one to the general population of dreblr take it it's yours

#asks #midnight-fangirl01 #Im not naming this au it would mean I got attached #take it #dreblr #its a gift #toto mám z toho že som si na prázdny žalúdok dala pivo 17° nebuď ako ja pi s plným bruchom

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Hazbin Hotel Rant

This is going to be me ranting, because I have no one to rant to.

First off, the character interactions with the main cast are not good in my opinion. The only interactions I like with the main cast are Niffty/Alastor, Husk/Alastor, Vaggie/Alastor, Husk/ Angel. etc. (That's all I can think of)

The character I feel who had the weakest interaction in the hotel is Charlie. It's such a surprise. She's the main character and she's has a bubbly personality that I like. She's so much into the plot than her own girlfriend, Vaggie. Vaggie always says things like "You can do this Charlie, I believe in you." That's all. Charlie doesn't talk about anything except the extermination and the team bonding exercises. She remains passive in most of the episodes until the very end. She tried to help Angel, but she failed. When Alastor and Charlie interact, they have these weird interactions. The first where Charlie and Alastor interact is that the commercial he made. He mocked her about her having daddy issues and her hotel. Charlie being the nice girl that she is said that the tone is off. Vaggie had the backbone to say the commercial sucks. In the episode Dad beats Dad, he barely talks to Charlie. In the song, Hell's Greatest Dad, he mentions "I care for you, just like a daughter I spawned." What is going on? In their previous interaction, where did they talk like they had a father-and-daughter dynamic? The best interaction that showed the father and daughter dynamic is Alastor and Niffty. When Alastor was complimenting how hardworking and proud he is for Charlie, it wasn't as sincere because he just doing that to annoy Lucifer. I got so irritated when Alastor turned into his full demon form because some sharks were attacking the hotel and he wanted to make his reputation known again. Charlie said, Stop, he's defending the hotel. It may be a little more sadistic than I hoped. But he's doing this for me." Charlie, what did the writers do to you? Didn't you see the commercial he made? He clearly stated why he's choosing violence. I just feel like we are missing scenes where Charlie thinks Alastor is doing it for her. I see none. In the episode Hello Rosie, I was hoping to see a Charlie and Alastor interaction, but Alastor needs to make a deal with Charlie. From Charlie who cared for Alastor supporting her, her personality changes and tells him to go away. I guess she doesn't want to talk because Vaggie was a former exorcist. Charlie makes a deal with Alastor, and then we focus on stopping the extermination. Not the interaction that I hope. He helps her, but it is not the same as Charlie reasons. In the song, Ready for This, he reveals, "She has potential that I could guide." This means he wants to use her as some sort of backup when the situation calls for it.

I have a theory that Alastor doesn't even care for the hotel. He feels to me like a background character who has stuff outside the hotel. When he is with the rest of the cast in an episode, he sits there and just smiles. This is not bad, but I feel like what's the point of being part of the main cast. He doesn't talk to hotel members except Vaggie, Husk, Charlie, and Niffty so far. What they have in common that they talked to Alastor only one time. I felt like I missed something when he said he might be accustomed to the cast to Niffty. My guess is he doesn't mind the company and they're interesting to watch. He's an interesting character by himself. Even if you put him as a side character, people will still love him.

This rant made me realize that I was expecting Alastor to be something else. In the pilot, he was enthusiastic and wanted to help Charlie for his own amusement. He doesn't have any real intention revealed yet because it's one episode. I imagine their dynamic like the song Heaven 2 Hell. Those two have different ideas on how to run the hotel, but they respect each other differences. I am kind of disappointed that we don't see that.

In my opinion, Hazbin Hotel should be something like Helluva Boss. Each episode is like a filler episode and a conflict on its own. We get to worry about the bigger conflict later. If they go on that route, we get to develop characters better. I am worried about season 2 because we will be introducing more characters like Baxter. Since there were few interactions within the main cast, adding more characters will throw off the balance of screen time. I hope Niffty gets more screen time because she's one of my favorite characters. She's cute, but a little crazy. She also is a victim of not having screen time and feels like a background character.

Yeah, that's all. Hope everyone have a good day.

#Hazbin Hotel #Confession #My opinion #Rant #alastor #charlie morningstar #Husk #Niffty #Vaggie #analysis #Character interaction?

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Day 13 - Paranoia (Alt 27)

“Then why have you poisoned my tea?” Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Rey - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741197.rey

TWs: Self harm, homophobia

Rey was supposed to meet yet another potential wife today. She was apparently someone he’d met before as a child, but he didn't remember her at all. He really, really wasn't feeling up to it. He’d had a bad case of the sniffles for a few days now and felt run down. Felix had insisted on sleeping at inns this week to try and combat things turning into a full blown cold but alas, the attempt was fruitless. Still, they'd delayed this meeting long enough and Rey mostly just seemed grumpy now.

“I don’t want to go,” Rey whined for the millionth time that evening and Felix helped him tie his hair back in his usual long ponytail. “What if she talks too much? What if she smells unpleasant?”

“What are you talking about?” Felix asked him incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief. “Stop being such a baby.”

“I’m not feeling up to it,” Rey said, coughing pointedly. ”See? I’m still ill.”

“You know you’ll have that cough at least for the next week,” Felix said. Rey’s immune system was nothing to write home about. “You’ll be fine.”

“I have a fever.”

“You do not.”

“How do you know?” Rey asked irritably.

“Because you never tell me if you have a fever, you prefer hiding it until the last possible moment so you can pass out and give me a heart attack,” Felix said flatly. He saw Rey smirk for just a moment. Infuriating, this boy was. “Come on. You look like a proper prince for once. Let’s go.”

Felix dragged Rey to the home they were to meet at. It was the nicest of all the houses in the village, clearly belonging to a family of high social status. Felix knew Rey couldn't care less about that. He also knew that Rey hadn't had a second thought about any of the girls he’d met thus far on their long journey to find him a wife. Why that was, Felix couldn’t exactly pinpoint. But it was clear Rey had little interest in fulfilling his part of the bargain to his parents that he could travel the kingdom as long as he came back home with a suitable wife.

They were met with fine hospitality. The young woman, Emily, was pleasant but spoke confidently. She reminded Felix of Rey’s sister Moira, which did not brood well for Rey liking her very much. Rey put on his manners, but it was clear he was stiff and uncomfortable. Felix noticed he kept glancing around nervously and tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Felix chose not to say anything about Rey’s behavior, but Emily was not so subtle. “Prince Allistor, are you quite all right?” She asked him.

Rey looked at her like she’d offended him. “Of course,” he said thinly. His troublesome cough making itself known at that moment did not give credence to his statement.

“That doesn't sound good. Are you sick?” She asked him sweetly.

“Are you trying to kick me out?” Rey snapped back. She looked startled and sat back, holding her hands up defensively.

“No, that's not what I-”

“Then why have you poisoned my tea?”

Felix blinked. He was always on guard and picked up on shady cues much easier than Rey did. He hadn't sensed any from this family. Emily looked as genuinely confused as he did.

“Poison?! There's no poison in your tea, Prince Allistor,” she said. Her voice of exasperation was either really good acting or entirely genuine. “Look, I’ll take a sip if you want.” She followed through and took a sip from Rey’s drink pointedly.

“That's not good enough. You could have already taken the antidote,” Rey muttered. “It could be in the food, in the drink, in the air...” Felix stood up straight and walked over to Rey, putting a hand on his charge’s shoulder.

“Okay, Rey, that’s enough,” he said firmly. “I’m sorry Miss Emily. I’m afraid today isn't a good day after all. The prince isn't feeling well.”

“Yes of course,” Emily said, flustered. “I’m sorry you’re feeling poorly, please do come back another time...”

“Like I’d come back here where you can - ouch!” Felix’s grip on Rey’s shoulder got much tighter. “Fine, goodnight, Miss Emily. I do hope your staff doesn't try to poison you too,” Rey scowled.

Felix led Rey out the door and they were halfway down the path leading away from the house when Felix turned Rey around and glared at him. “What is your problem? She was not trying to poison you.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Rey said. “You never know.”

“Now I’m going to have to write another bullshit letter to your parents about why this one didn't work out either,” Felix groaned. “Seriously though, why are you acting like this?”

“It's none of your business,” Rey huffed, continuing to walk back towards the direction of their inn. “You're the one always telling me to be more cautious.”

“Cautious, not paranoid,” Felix said. “Look, you ought to go back and apologize and-”

“What about the air?”

“What?”

“The air in there. It was poisonous too. If I go back it’ll get me.” Rey looked deadly serious, and now Felix was concerned. This wasn't like Rey, and he wasn't usually this good of an actor either. He stepped forward and pressed one hand against Rey’s cheek. It was warmer than usual; Felix felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach. He flinched when Rey pushed him away. “Leave me alone.”

“You do have a fever. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did,” Rey glared. Felix sighed. He was sure the fever hadn’t been present earlier, but he didn’t think it was a good idea to argue with Rey right now. “Someone’s trying to kill me, Felix.”

“No one is trying to kill you,” Felix tried to comfort him. “You’re just unwell right now. You need rest.” Rey was starting to shake and Felix moved to pick him up as he had before. Rey dodged his hands.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Okay, fine, just follow me.” Thankfully the inn wasn’t very far. He got an increasingly agitated Rey into their room and made sure he sat on the bed. “Let’s get you in bed.” Rey seemed to be behaving better now and followed Felix’s instructions, but his eyes were darting around rapidly. He didn’t know what had set Rey off, but it was clear Rey was hearing things that he couldn’t. “Rey, it’s okay, it’s just us.”

“She sounded just like... Just like someone... I don’t know,” Rey suddenly sounded choked up. “Her voice was the same and...”

“No one’s going to hurt you, Rey,” Felix said carefully. “You’re not in there anymore.”

Rey scratched his arms anxiously. “Not where?! I can’t even remember why I know her voice or why it’s so fucking... I hate this,” he groaned, slumping.

Felix’s heart broke for Rey. He looked genuinely upset and he didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like he could just tell Rey everything, it might break him again and revealing to the prince he was there too seemed unhelpful. Still, he remembered then what he used to do when Rey was upset back when they were in the dungeon together and slowly moved towards the prince. “Let me touch you, Rey.”

Rey looked at Felix like he was insane. “Why? What’re you going to do to me?”

“Nothing. Just hold you. It’ll feel nice, I promise.” Felix thought there’d be more of a fight, but Rey reluctantly moved over for Felix to sit next to him. Felix placed his arm around Rey’s shoulders and pulled him in so he had the prince leaning against him. “Close your eyes. Deep breaths,” Felix said quietly.

“You must really think I’m simple,” Rey muttered, but he seemed to follow the instructions anyway.

“There’s nothing wrong with simple comforts,” Felix said quietly. “Do you want to lie down? Put your head in my lap. There you go...” Felix untied Rey’s hair and delicately carded his large fingers through the long, black locks. He used to do this to his little brother when the boy had nightmares. “Does it feel good?”

“Mm,” Rey grunted noncommittally, but it seemed to lean towards more a yes than a no.

“Good,” Felix said. “We don’t have anything else we have to do today. Close your eyes.” Rey did so, and soon he was asleep. Felix continued to brush his hair, Rey’s skin hot against his cool fingertips. There was little Felix felt he could truly do for Rey when the man got so agitated. It’d been a while since the last time so Felix liked to think this was a pretty good run. He hated that Rey had to deal with this at all. He often wondered if being unable to remember why Rey had so many things that set him off was actually making things worse. But it was a fact that had Rey’s memory not been wiped originally, he would be dead now. Still, Felix wondered if someday there would be a way that Rey could remember everything and live at the same time.

#ShionWrites #oc: Rey #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday13 #ailesswhumptober #day 13 #whump #kidnapping #male whump #hurt comfort #paranoia #sick whump

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