#c: poor unfortunate soul

[aroseformyself]

yandere twst au !¡

heartslabyul | savanaclaw | octavinelle | scarabia | pomfiore | ignihyde | diasomnia | genshin version

⚠️tw: bullying, violence, nsfw, blackmail, yandere, noncon/dubcon, mc is depicted to be small and fragile (im not even like that but it fits with the theme), reader is gn for half then fem

. A Z U L A S H E N G R O T T O !¡

. the obsessed clingy stalker !¡

. stats

easily angered: 5/10 physical capability: 4/10 gullibility: 5/10 sexual sadism: 4/10

azul is an business man, he knows his way to get someone to fall apart and has dirt and almost everyone. and if he doesnt the moment he finds a weakness he will exploit it with all his power. considering this info, once azul finds out mc is living in ramshackle, the perfect little hang out for the monstro lounge AND is magicless. azul will definitely find a weakness, a insecurity, or even a fear and attempt to force mc into a contract.

however, when mc refuses, azul can’t believe it. he had just offered them the offer of a lifetime, money and a confortable place to stay, but they refused. they didn’t even read the fine print (which would make mc an employee of the lounge).

azul is fuming because of this and almost throws a tantrum before the twins calm him down, saying they’ll take care of it. azul had a realization, the twins will find a way to force you into the contract, either they annoy you so much you sign just to get floyd to stop seeking you out in the halls. or to get jade to stop trying to feed you random foods and drinks that he swears are not “poisonous and harmful”.

so when the twins come back empty handed after weeks, you can understand his confusion and frustration. even though he’s offered you a great deal (minus you being an employee) and the twins annoying you so much, you should be running back, wanting him to stop the torture. he expected you to give up the first time he offered, or even run to him earlier, especially since your magicless.

he doesn’t get it, anyone else except a select few would have given up by now, so why didn’t mc?! they just keep going on with that old house that is one sneeze away from falling apart. it makes his blood boil that he can’t figure them out, “perhaps they’ve already planned for all of this!” azul said to jade, but jade shook his head, saying its impossible for someone as weak as mc to think that far ahead. they were thrown into a world of magic, surely they couldn’t have seen anything coming. but they are stoic all the time around azul and the twins…

mc not talking to them and lowley avoiding azul has lead all these thoughts about them to bubble up in azuls mind. it had him second guessing his moves for the first time, re-thinking how things will play out. but azul has a revelation, mc would be a powerful ally to octavinelle and could be a powerful business partner. as long as he plays his cards right mc will be his.

and unknowingly of mc, they’ve stuck themselves in azuls brain, permanently. while they were just trying to save themselves, they ended up falling deeper in, in the process. azul had become obsessed with them, so much so that he wanted them by his side forever, to never leave and stay with him at all times.

”what a poor unfortunate soul, but fret not, l/n, let’s make a deal.”

. J A D E L E E C H !¡ . F L O Y D L E E C H !¡

. the sadist stalkers !¡

. stats

easily angered: 2/10 easily angered: 6/10 physical capability: 7/10 physical capability: 8/10 gullibilty: 1/10 gullibility: 5:10 sexual sadism: 4/10 sexual sadism: 7/10

jade is majors in strength, intelligence, and communication. he acts very gentlemanly, and masks almost everything up with a smile. considering this he. is midly shocked when azul comes into the lounge about to cry because of a little migicless mc from another world. he heard about the mc because gossip at NRC spreads quicker than wild fire. he knows about them being form another world, one without magic above everything else. so why would azul be so frustrated by a little thing like that?

it all starts to make sense when azul goes and comments on everything mc did to avoid him, saying things like “they’ve had to have known” which makes his interest in mc burn. jade like things he finds interesting and loves testing them. so you’ve been put on his radar to look out for (same with floyd). when he does get tired of azuls whining he decides it’s best to see for himself. little did he know, mc is a master of evading, whenever mc saw him they would immediately walk forward, a stoic expression on mcs face, acting as if they were so focused on something else, they weren’t thinking of the world around them. and of course he didn’t run after them, he would have looked like a fool, running after a random person in the middle of the campus. then there was mcs annoying so called “friends” who were invading personal space and always around them.

as if mc running away all the time wasn’t bad enough, they’re friends also didn’t seem to fond of jade. so they ran away to! jade was now trapped in a position either to suck it up and go to floyd, admitting he had trouble with mc, or find a time where mc would actually approach him. option one was the quickest, and time is somethign they don’t have with everyone starting to like mc. especially the animals from savanaclaw.

when jade asked floyd to help out, he didn’t expect floyd to literally tackle mc into the wall and squeeze really tight. and on top of that, mcs stoic facade breaking and their eyes watering was the most important thing to think about. if they do have the ability to have emotions, why cover it up? jade kept the thought in the back of his mind.

floyd is a moody teen who likes seeing peoples reactions specifically people he’s interested in, which now includes “shrimpy” or mc. he wants to see them all, all the expressions and emotions they are capable of. so while jade asked mc a few questions regarding their cooperation with azul and the price they want to become an emplyee of the lounge, he noted floyd’s hands wandering all over their body. when one of his twins hands went to their thigh and gave it a slight squeeze before almost sliding up into their shorts which caused mc to let out a breathy gasp, is when he decided it was enough. telling floyd to knock it off before someone comes over. (not bc he hard)

when jade and floyd come back to azul’s office to tell him they finally got what they needed, they can tell azul has been over thinking. and as amusing as it is, they can aslo tell he has a new place in his life for mc. but the thought of mc is enticing, who can blame him? even the twins have taken a new liking to mc, but the question is, how is mc going to deal with them.

fem!reader

now azul, jade, and floyd are tasked with finding a plan that you won’t be able to tinker with. one that is simply ingenious. and your friends are the perfect targets. floyd first suggested just enslaving the school and you along with it, and azul and jade built from that, taking the exam to their advantage, azul made fake exam cards and fake answers for the dtudents to study with, the ones who didn’t make it to top 50 were toast and the ones that did weren’t free to leave leave. of course they suspected you wouldn’t fall for that, but you weren’t the target.

ace trappolla amd deuce spade, your closest friends fell for it in an instant, and didn’t tell you. just how they thought it would play out. azul felt great in his glory, no more times that you can make him second guess himself.

you couldn’t believe the smug looks on their faces when they saw you walking into azul’s office after you your friends failed. azul started by questioning how your day went, and you harshly replied with “horrible”. but it didn’t seem to make even a dent in his facade, he just chuckled and proposed an offer you couldn’t refuse. freeing your friends and you taking their place, and of course you said yes, you were just to innocent for this school if you thought they would just make you a forced emplyee.

and oh how they wished to ruin that innocence. the first day of your job was saturday, so you weren’t expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen, all you had to do is take people orders and give them said orders. pretty easy, and since it was a weekend you didn’t have any work for school to do. however what you did NOT expect floyd to be following you around, monitoring you and all your movements. so when you accidentally dropped a drink, floyd hugging you while saying, “oh~ look who messed up!” wasn’t a surprise, but floyd dragging you back to azul and setting you down on his table, while jade walked in.

. slight nsfw !¡

you frantically tried to defending yourself by explaining what had happened thinking they were mad with you, “i didn’t mean to-” but azul cut you off, holding a finger to your lips.

“as you know our supplies are limited until we can bring in more at the end of the week.” but it is the end of the week, your sweat drops as floyd stand behind you, his hands graze your thigh. “we require payments and sense you are in no position to pay in full. we must take it from you in other ways…” his evil smirk did nothing to calm you, are they gonna beat me up? you thought, as floyd’s hands gripped your thighs tightly. but your heart dropped when his hands moved toward your inner thigh, prying them open despite your protests. “hush now, it’ll feel good, i promise.”

you need a safe place to escape to. perhaps savanaclaw will work?

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #smut #twst smut #lemon0bear11 #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech

[ashensgrotto]

Poor Unfortunate Souls (Part 1)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 7,398

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3a (You are Here) Part 3b

Per request from @twistedcece and @mermaidfan76 , I finished the third part to my Yandere Soulmate AU - yes, I have officially given it a name now. I think I might do a piece per each of the books in Twst - but I haven’t made any solid decisions yet.

Also - due to this being the third part, hence Octavinelle’s chapter in the game, this next part is going to be divided into two parts. The main reason is because there is a bit that happens and I want to make sure that I take my time with writing everything out for it, never mind that I am covering two overblots - Leona’s and Azul’s - in this section. I am also planning on revisiting part 2 and fixing that up a bit more - and I’ll post an update when that happens.

Now, fair warning, although this is likely not going to be graphic, it does show more of the possessive/obsessive behaviors that yandere characters are known for as well as the underlying threatening behaviors they can exhibit as well. I do not agree with these behaviors that are as follows, but I’m covering my basics.

Every single day

And every word you say

Every game you play

Every night you stay

I’ll be watching you

***

Eyes of pale blue watched from the shadows of the infirmary as their owner kept their gaze fixed on the form of (Y/N). Normally, your delectable skin was smooth and soft - without a flaw in sight; now, bruises and cuts covered every inch of your form - though the blood had been cleaned away and your body had been covered by bandages and medication. You were still healing from the attack by the three Savanaclaw students, but several more injuries had been imprinted upon you.

Another overblot, another battle… another loss.

Leona’s power-hungry drive to prove that Malleus Draconia wasn’t invincible during the spelldrive tournament had back-fired horribly. The students of Heartslabyul as well as the vice-warden of Diasomia and a freshman of Savanaclaw had snuffed out the headwarden's plot before it could take root - halting it before any serious damage could be done. With the plan foiled and the dorm now turning on him, Leona's anger and jealousy had begun to overtake him. 

Azul and several other dorm leaders and their students had looked on as the air became dry, making it difficult to breathe. A creature that took on the monstrous form of a lion had come after all of them - all done with Leona’s powerful magic. It was lucky that Deuce, Ace, Trey, and Cater had been there - as well as Riddle. The five had experienced an overblot before and were the ones that would try to hold Leona back - to snap him out of it. The fool girl that you were, the one that Azul was head over heels in love with, raced from the safe confines of the colosseum, the octomer shouting after you, telling you to stay by his side - it was too dangerous.

You ignored Azul’s cries as you raced to the front lines, your (h/c) blowing in the wind as your eyes squinted against the onslaught of sand that had taken to the skies. As you had done with Riddle, while Leona was distracted, you slapped the headwarden of Savanaclaw across the face. Leona had turned his attention to you as you shouted at him - claiming that you understood what it was like to be "second best," how no matter how hard you tried there was always going to be someone better than you. All watched as the magicless guest of Octavinelle stared hard into the overbloted student's eyes, the eyes of a corrupted prince.

"I feel your pain, I feel your sorrow," you simply said, "and you have forgotten yourself, Leona - you have to remember who your friends are and what it is you fight for. You are more than what you have become. Please - remember who you were, who you will be… who you are."

Azul's eyes widened as the sound of shattering glass echoed across the playing field, Leona slumping forward as the dark creature behind him faded into dust. You, as difficult as it was due to your previous injuries, knelt on the ground beside Leona as the members of Savanaclaw came forward to help the headwarden to his feet - all traces of his blot completely gone. 

Everything had been a haze for Azul following that. He couldn't believe you - his soulmate, keeper of his heart - had deliberately disobeyed him. He told you that the world of Twisted Wonderland was far too dangerous for someone like you, and yet you continuously put yourself in harm's way. What would happen if you got yourself killed? Injuries could heal and scars would remain, but if an overblot happened again and wouldn't reason with you like Riddle and Leona had done? Azul wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you - he would go mad without you.

Something had to be done.

Azul shifted in his chair before he felt the presence of two others. He looked to see a twin set of heterochromia eyes glowing in the dark.

"Jade. Floyd."

The twins appeared beside Azul, Jade on his right, Floyd on his left.

"I assume you've brought what I requested."

"Indeed, several poor unfortunate souls are in dire need of assistance with this year's exams coming up," the older of the two smiled.

"And you might like specifically who signed up for a meeting with you," the other snickered, his sharp teeth baring in the darkness.

Azul took the paperwork from Floyd and shifted through it, one brow arching as he read off the names in his head… only stopping on three names in particular.

"Hehe… it would seem that (Y/N)'s closest friends have their own dirty little secrets," Azul smiled, handing the paperwork back to Floyd, "Excellent work, you two. With this knowledge, I might be able to actually give her a reason to despise them - they won't tell her about our little arrangement anyways, thinking they'll be able to beat my game. How many students have signed up so far?"

"A little over two hundred - all houses and ranges of classes," Jade answered.

"Perfect, continue bringing them in," Azul answered, "I want the headmage to get the message that it's us who run the school, not him - the poor fool. And I have the perfect idea in mind on how to persuade him."

The twins grinned in agreement, Jade asking, "And what of your little mermaid princess?"

"I'll handle her - poor dear will be distraught, but it will work in my favor," Azul smiled wickedly, "Oh, and make sure to keep her in the dark if she asks about this - the other members of the dorm know not to get involved in our affairs; especially after how I took care of the last headwarden."

The tweels needed no further explanation as they nodded, bowed, and disappeared into the darkness again to fulfill Azul’s orders.

Azul stood and walked to your bedside, resting a gloved hand on top of yours, reaching down to kiss your forehead, "Please forgive me - but what I am going to do is only for your own good."

***

You tucked a tray under your arm as you finished gathering the last of the dishes before heading out to the lounge area.

Today seemed awfully quiet with only a few students of the dorm working today - however, there were talks about new staff members joining that had been floating around, peaking your interest. You also noticed how in the next few weeks, your schedule to work in the lounge had decreased even further - making you wonder how you were ever going to pay for the rent in the dorm, which was not cheap. You had some pay still saved up, but you still needed to eat and launder your borrowed clothing, which was also expensive. You looked up, and saw Azul standing with Jade and Floyd on the steps that lead to the entrance of the Mostro Lounge - perhaps you could discuss the issue with them.

You head over as Azul’s gaze shifts from the twins to you, his signature smile greeting you, “(Y/N). How is everything going? You look much better than a few weeks ago.”

“Thanks to your help and consistent assistance,” you smile with a nod of thanks.

“Of course, my dear,” Azul smiled as he approached, resting a hand on your shoulder, “The headmage entrusted me with your safety, after all… until I can find a way home for you of course.”

“Speaking of which,” you say, “have you found a way? It’s been about a month and a half, almost two, since I came here.”

“I’m afraid you have to give me time, angelfish,” Azul answered, “You can’t get something for nothing, you know.”

You nod in understanding, “And, I wanted to ask - my hours at the lounge have been greatly reduced and I was wondering why.”

The twins grinned wickedly, making you shiver a bit at their smiles as Azul came around you, his arm holding you close to his side as the long overcoat of his dorm uniform draped around the two of you, “Why, angelfish - it’s primarily because we’re adding a few new faces to the family, of course! A few boys owe me for using a specialty study guide I created for them that guaranteed a passing grade for the exams that took place earlier this week.”

“It’s that… cheating?” you asked.

“It’s a fine gray area,” Azul answered, “The questions on the exams have been the same for decades - a few minor changes here and there, but nothing worth losing a night of sleep over. I get the answers in a legitimate way and create the guides for students to use at their discretion. In order to get those guides, however, they have to be willing to pay the price if they fail to meet my expectations.”

“Which is what?”

Azul smiled, raising his cane with the pale lavender colored magestone within, “Well, those that fail to make it into the top fifty, of course! But, let me give you an idea of how many and who exactly would take the bait and wriggle like worms on hooks.”

The magestone began to glow and soon you heard shouting and scraping noises out in the hall before bodies of students were pulled into the entryway of the lounge before yourself, Azul, and the twins. There were roughly two hundred, if not more; over half of them were freshmen in the dorms of Savanaclaw, Scarabia, and Ignihyde while several others bore the crests of Pompfiore, Heartslabyul, and Diasomia, several others you recognized as sophomores like Azul, Jade, and Floyd, and there was only a handful of juniors among the crowd. On each student’s head was a sea anemone - teal at the base and purple on the top that waved and wiggled as if being controlled, and very likely was by Azul’s magestone. Several of the students began shouting and arguing, only stopping with a snap of Azul’s fingers, which caused the sea anemones to knock everyone’s heads together.

“Well, well, what have we here? A band of misfortune souls who failed to break into the top fifty?” Azul smirked, “Welcome to Mostro Lounge. I’m sure you’re all WELL aware of who I am, but let’s go over it anyway. My name is Azul Ashengrotto - I am the housewarden of Octavinelle dorm, the manager of the Mostro Lounge cafe, and, as of today… you have to listen to everything I say.”

“You each made a bet with me and lost,” Azul continued, “As per the terms of our contract, you are to devote yourselves to my service until such a time you graduate.”

“Hold it! This is all a huge scam!” a familiar voice called out.

“Ace?!” you asked, eyes widening, “What are you doing here?!”

 “Ace Trappola,” Azul narrowed his eyes on the red head, "a freshman, if memory serves correctly, and a friend of (Y/N). Your accusations are insulting, quite frankly. I upheld my end of the bargain and provided you with a flawless study guide for your exams. If you had used them properly, you should have scored at least a ninety."

"Yeah, I did," Ace growled, "I got a ninety-two. But you never told me you'd given the same study guides to this many people!"

"Ace is right!" Deuce’s voice called out from the crowd as voices murmured amongst each other, "No study guide could help us break into the top fifty with the deck this stacked!"

"When everyone scorin' over ninety, even with my eighty-five, my spot in the rankings is no different than when I was failin'!" Grim groaned.

"Have you boys never heard of client confidentiality?" Azul asked, crossing his arms over his chest, "All of you fools - I mean, gentlemen - all had your own reasons for seeking out my help. Details who made a contract with me, what kind of contract it was, and why it was made… Well, that's privileged data. Who am I to divulge someone's personal information to a third party? I am a man of integrity, thank you very much."

"Azul, please reconsider," you whispered softly, "These are student's lives you're playing with. They had to pay you for the contract, why do they have to suffer the consequences for failing to meet your end of the deal when they had no idea how difficult it actually would be?"

"My dear sweet child," Azul looked down at you, speaking in a condescending tone that you did not recognize at all, "All of these poor unfortunate souls had their chance to make it into the top fifty for their classes. They failed and failed miserably. Some were close, I have to give credit where credit is due after all, but they missed the mark by a mile."

"Azul, please," you say again, "Please let them go."

Azul's eyes sparkled then as a smile spread across his face, his teeth becoming bare as well as his gums - looking more like a predator by the minute.

"Well, I always was a man with an eye for a bargain," Azul answered, "After all, you would do anything for your three friends here, if I am correct?"

You shift your gaze from Azul to Ace, Deuce, and Grim as the crowd looks on, each of the students holding their breath in anticipation. You looked back at your employer and nodded.

Azul shook his head, clicking his tongue before turning toward Jade and Floyd, "Get our newest recruits working - we have a full night ahead of us. In the meantime," he wrapped his arm around you, "I have some business to discuss."

***

You perched on the sofa in Azul’s office as the headwarden pulled one of his golden contracts out of the vault, holding it up for you to inspect. 

"(Y/N), this is the initial contract that you signed with me when you began," Azul spoke, handing the contract for you to inspect, "Per the terms your agreement, I will allow you to work and live within Octavinelle until such a time comes that I find a way for you to return home. Your payment to me, as you have nothing to give, would be any pay you earned within the lounge - I have allowed you to keep any tips left behind and some of the paychecks due to your want for independence. Now, that display you showed for those fools in the lounge has made me… want to reconsider my actions."

You look up from the contract, still begging, "I said I would do anything if you would release them."

"And I will accept that, however," Azul's face turned dark as a wicked smile spread across his face, "would you be willing to accept the price and the deal I have in mind?"

He pulled out another contract, this one blank, and as he spoke, his words spread on the page as if he were writing them himself.

"The deal I have for you is simple: in exchange for the freedom of all of those who signed my contracts for the study guides this term - including the names of Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Grim - you, (Y/N) (L/N), will belong solely to me. Your body, your mind… your everything. You will remain by my side until the end of your natural born life."

You look up at him, your eyes widening in realization, "Azul - this is a marriage contract."

"I would prefer 'engagement', but marriage also works," Azul answered.

"Azul! That's not fair!"

"You're right, it isn't," Azul set the contract down on the table and knelt before you, grasping your hands in his, holding them tightly, "It's not fair for me to give up two hundred souls who signed away knowing what the repercussions would be if they failed my bet. However, I'm willing to do it for you, (Y/N). I would do anything for you. And do you know why?"

When you shake your head in a negative, Azul smiles at you fondly, "It's because I love you, (Y/N). I have searched my whole life for you - looking in every corner of Twisted Wonderland to find you. And when you appeared in the mirror chamber, lost and distressed, I wanted nothing more than to hold you close and I vowed then and there I would do everything in my power to keep you safe. You are… my soulmate. My match."

"Azul, we're… that's crazy!"

"You might think so now, but in time you'll understand, I promise," Azul kept his grip tight on your hands as he stroked your hair away from your face, "Now, about that contract -"

"Forget it. I won't do it."

"But your friends, (Y/N)? You said you would do anything for them. Was that a lie?"

"N-No, but…"

"Well, then, since we seem to be in agreement…" Azul placed the contract before you, spinning his cane around before it transformed into his fishbone pen and offered it to you, "Take a gulp, take a breath, go ahead and sign the scroll."

You hesitantly took the pen and closed your eyes as your name was spread across the dotted line.

As soon as your name was completed, Azul snatched the contract up and smiled, "It's a Deal!"

A glow came from the contract before the light enveloped you yourself, a bubble appearing around you and sealing you off from the world. You slammed your fists against it, shouting at Azul to release you.

"Payment for the deal is needed, angelfish," Azul smiled, "Like I said before - you can't get something for nothing. So, I'm going to take something so trivial you will never even miss it… your legs."

You stop for a moment, fear running through you like a cold shower as you whisper, "My legs?"

"You got it, sweet cheeks," Azul smiled, turning his attention toward you, "I need to keep you nearby at all times - and the thing that separates us is, well, human features. I am by no means human - some have called me a monster because of what I truly am. I was born in the sea, live in the sea… and you will too."

***

Three days had passed by since you had signed on the dotted line… three days since Azul made the announcement that the new recruits were free to leave - all thanks to a selfless individual who would not be named… three days since he took your freedom from you. You hadn’t shown your face to the school nor in the lounge during that time - not that you could - but everyone seemed to get a sense there was something else that now lurked in the large aquariums of the Octavinelle dorm. 

Not that you could blame the guests for being suspicious.

As soon as Azul had told you you would live under the sea, your legs had been swapped out for an ornate fishtail - pale sea green in color with scales of emerald speckled here and there. He kept you confined in the large aquarium that had spread throughout the dorm like a maze, the most open area in the Mostro Lounge. Azul requested that you stay out of sight from the other students, only coming when he called for you - which was often in the evening after everyone had left. When Azul wasn’t around, you were free to do as you wish - which often was raging at him or curled into yourself to try and comfort your poor broken soul. 

You had placed your trust into someone that should never have been trusted in the first place - and you had no one to blame but yourself.

“Well, I guess your herbivores weren’t kidding when they said they suspected something happened to our guest.”

You whipped your head around to see Leona and Riddle looking at you from behind the glass of the large aquarium.

“T-this… THIS IS INHUMANE!!” Riddle looked like he was about to blow a gasket again.

“Riddle? Leona?” you asked, coming forward and resting your hands against the glass, “What are you doing here?”

“I’ll ask the questions,” Riddle shouted, “What in the sevens’ names are you doing in there?!”

“Keep your voice lowered!” you hush, “If he finds out you saw me…”

 “Who?” Leona asked.

You look down, biting your lip.

Leona crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, “I see.”

“What? What is it? Who did this to her?” Riddle asked, “I’ll have their head!”

“Riddle, you’re too quick to jump to conclusions,” Leona turned his attention back to you, “I am assuming this has something to do when several of my dorm members were pulled into Octavinelle a few days ago - as well as some of members from the other dorms, mainly those three idiots you hang around with.”

“What? Deuce and Ace were pulled in here? What for?” Riddle asked.

Leona looked between Riddle and you before explaining, “Deuce, Ace, and the little demon came to me, asking for my help - said that they made an issue and that our magicless guest was in trouble. At the time, I didn’t think much of it, but now that I’m seeing it…”

“It’s true,” you answered.

Riddle was still a bit lost, “Who did this to her, Leona?”

“Azul.”

“What? Why?” Riddle asked.

“You humans wouldn’t understand what most of us beastmen, fae, and merfolk often experience as children,” Leona answered, “However, I believe I know the reason why. Azul believes that our magicless guest here is his soulmate.”

You and Riddle blinked a bit, “Soulmate?”

Leona nodded, “There are often rumors that spread around about the concept of soulmates - how there is one special soul that is unique to one individual. Everyone has a soulmate - whether they are family, friend, or romantic - but they are far and few in between, a rarity. Those of us who are lucky to even encounter our soulmate will often hold onto that person as if our life depends on it - and in this case, Azul is rather possessive of it.”

Your hands slide down the glass, “That’s why… that’s why he…”

Leona nodded, “And I also had a part in it, too, (Y/N). However, we don’t have time to discuss it. We need to figure out a way to fix this.”

“How?” Riddle asked, “It’s not like we can just… confront Azul about it - he’ll deny it, knowing the sneaky student that he is. Rule breaker…”

“I’m assuming he used his unique spell on this one.”

“Yes, ‘It’s a Deal,’” you answered.

Leona thought for a minute before nodding, “I have an idea - usually I’d ask for some sort of payment, but it seems I owe you twice for everything that has happened to you. Consider this a free of charge gift of mine.”

You blink, “What are you going to do?”

Leona smiled, his teeth bared, “I’m going to teach that cephalo-punk a lesson he’ll never forget.”

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[kazyurmao]

ɪɴ ᴇxɪʟᴇ

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

Word Count: 1869

Diluc x Best Friend Reader

Synopsis: He could never love you back, as much as you wanted—your childhood friend betrays you. The paths of two best friends disconnect.

Warnings: Unrequited love, angst, no comfort, mentions of physical abuse (and mental)

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

Your pupils constricted, and your eyes widened at the sight of your impending doom. Your breath had become shallow—you were running out of breath. Up–and down, your chest had become heavy at the sight of Diluc running away from the scene—he was escaping as you were being left to rot in hell. 

You begged for a deity—any deity to come and save you, screaming from the immense stab in your soul. You were running out of breath, tears spilling over to the ground, your disparity was ascending to the last moments of your life. 

He wasn’t coming. 

He wasn’t rescuing

He wasn’t saving 

He—Ragnvidr— was leaving you.

As he took Jean, he took off not even looking back, as he didn’t even let any minute slide in choosing her over you.

 Why must it come to this?

✿

Laughter

They used to laugh, hiding amongst the Vitis vinifera, his red eyes—the color of apothecia crimson red—looked over at you with sweet innocence. They laughed, he would shove syrahs into your mouth, “Father wouldn’t notice (y/n)!” He whispered with a small giggle being let out amongst his lips. 

They laughed, he would gently take a hold of your hands—his hands were soft—warm—he was a spark of flame. Gently guiding you far away from the ballroom, they went outside to eat merlots—the plumpness of the grape made it all the sweeter to taste when he was by your side.

They laughed, and you watched him from the sidelines, as he swayed his claymore from one side to another. You carried a basket of boysenberry and mulberry—his father had gotten angry that they ate so much from the Vitis vinifera. You sat on the sidelines, as he trained to be a knight—your  knight

“We laughed.”

✿

You have grown to love you.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you were madly smitten over his laughter. 

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved his red hair.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you adored his eyes.

You were only fifteen when you learned that your heart skipped when he held your hand.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved Diluc Ragnvidr.

yet 

You were only sixteen when you learned—

He was in love with another.

“I have grown to love you, but you have not grown to love me.”

✿

The treasure hoarders aim their weapons at you—it is faith that you will end up dying. Slowly releasing your last breath, alongside your love for Ragnvidr. 

He never dared to look at you.

Closing your eyes—you awaited for your exile to reach your line of life.

✿

You roamed the lands of Teyvat.

As an exile you roamed. It was that of an unfortunate event—

oh so unfortunate.

 The Damselette had reached her hands of holiness to your disparity. Her angelic look—her holiness, she had taken pity on a poor soul—

on your soul. 

The divinity of that you were forever indebted to her kindness. You kneeled for her, “Oh my divinity, oh my, how may I please your holiness?”

you were propaganda for the Fatui, you roamed the lands of Teyvat to find fools who were willing to appease the Tsaritsa. You were a mere poster to cleanse the minds of foolish citizens to create a contract with the Fatui.

The fallen angel whispered her divine teachings to you—-of course, you would do anything to appease her.

It was to appease her for the compensation of saving you from your fate. You've escaped fate—you’ve gone against the heavenly principles, ran away from the doom that was supposed to happen on your 17th birthday—your death. 

You alone laughed at the gods—whom you prayed countless times to save you, you laughed at the face of Barbatos himself. For the Damselette had become your goddess alone—only you prayed to her to plead for mercy. As you laugh at the face of freedom—you have come to despise freedom.

And most importantly you have come to hate him. 

Diluc Ragnvidr

✿

Last Tango in Monstadt,

“Strange dear, but true dear,”

You murmur, hoping, the winds of the west will convey your message to the only boy you had ever fallen in love with—and no you were not a woman that just ‘liked’ him. He had charmed your heart from the very beginning. 

So sweet—he was so sweet.

His warm hands slightly touched your cheek—he cupped your cheeks with his rough fingers, kissing your forehead with his warm lips. “It will be alright, everything is alright, I’ll keep holding you—until your tears become that of comfort,” his gentle words—he was the sun—your sun.

It had been a tragedy—hillitrolls had surrounded your vision, and you were just trying to stroll around the whispering wood. Such a tragedy that the nearby hilitroll camp deemed you as a potential threat. 

Luck—mercy always stood by your side as Diluc, your knight and shining armor, is quick to hear your prayers.

You used to think—-that the Anemo Archon had heard your pleas, and as a result, he had sent you Diluc from the heavens.

“Don’t worry you are safe,” he constantly reassures you—he makes sure to reassure you, after all, you were his childhood best friend. He will never want to lose his best friend to death itself.

✿

In other words. 

so—-why 

You plead, as tears rumble down your cheeks, your tears block your view—yet you are still aware of his decision. “Why didn’t you pick me…?” of course, he never heard your whisper—for the first time the wind did not convey your pleas for help. 

Maybe because the wind is absent? You don’t know.

It was a standoff, two girls pleading for a life—and one man to make the decision.

You used to think that he would always prioritize you—-think—but that is not the case anymore. For his love was far greater than your value in his heart. It was obvious—so obvious—but you stood there with the illusion that maybe—maybe—-he would choose you.

The treasure hoarders were ruthless, demanding mora.

It's so ironic that the richest man in Monstadt could only save one person.

Maybe he only wanted to save one—who knows?

You can’t help but remember his emotions—his eyes, he looked over you—-it was his goodbye to you. And you stood there with tears spoiling the ground, as you screeched, and he carried Jean over his shoulders—running away from your fate.

Pathetic.

Maybe the Anemo Archos was busy hearing your pleas for freedom? Who knows. But one thing happened that day. The treasure hoarders tortured you. Bringing your skin to burn over their campfire—their grins and monstrous laughs echoed all over their hangout. You pleaded for mercy, hoping….hoping….he (Diluc) would come back to save you. The torture lasted for a whole week, and you….had to endure the pain and heartbreak. You wondered what you did in your past life to deserve this.

They will cut your hair, burn your fingertips, constantly kick your stomach, have you chained up, and never feed you or give water. The people of Monstadt wondered why all the sudden the caves of the south cried, yet they would turn a blind eye knowing nothing could be done.

Leave you to die—and to at last rot.

It was.

A soft voice—a melody you will hear engulf the cave, her innocence sounded that of an angel. She was an angel. Her white clothes—her halo—her wings that covered her body. Her eyes were sacred, permanently closed. Sinners like you were not worthy to stare at an angel like her.

Her hands replicated the same warmth that a foreign person used to do.

You closed your eyes, and her voice engulfed your body. Her lullaby put you to rest, maybe she was the angel that would take you to the afterlife—maybe. 

However, you couldn’t help but feel an eerie touch by the hands of her holiness. She didn’t feel like an angel—but her demeanor was that of something more powerful than a simple person with a vision

She smiled, and with that—you will serve your master for an eternity.

✿

Elogia Cinerosa 

You can’t completely remember how—how you had entered to be the servant for the Damselette, she had gifted you divinity—a delusion. You are her utmost faithful servant, she will send you out on expeditions leaving you to recruit fools. 

You were a sort of sensation, a popular figure among the traitors, replicating the same lullaby she had sung to you—you trapped the jesters of every nation to fall under the greatness of the Tsaritsa. 

You performed, singing around the taverns—the opera houses—entertaining foolish civilians. You were a puppet—a puppet to your dearest Damselette.

✿

Dance for me Diluc

It wouldn’t take long.

You were sent out to perform in Monstadt—the land of the ‘free.’

It wouldn’t take long for you to lock eyes with the man you used to cherish.

His orbs widened at the sight of your presence in his bar, his hands were shaking, hearing the crack of the wine glass. The world shattered around his bar, you like to think of his life shock because you were alive. But you knew he was shocked to see you with an insignia of Fatui. 

You knew—you knew everything 

The death of his father, how he went on a rampage to kill every Fatui he saw. 

His eyes no longer carried softness, nor reinsurance, this time you were going to die.

But not from the hands of treasure hoarders—but by his own very hands. 

You both interlocked, but you no longer held the eyes of a smitten fool. You performed, continuing to strike and lure drunken men. 

Oh, how he knew—Diluc knew your plot, your scheme. 

✿

Lovers.

Your polearm clashed against his claymore—using your electro vision you managed to form a claymore yourself. You kept dodging his attacks—only missing by an inch, you sprinted towards him—and jumped by using your polearm as leverage. You held your electro claymore with your left hand—you were slightly above him, yet he managed to block your attack quickly.

You both were at it for a couple of hours—you knew he was more powerful.

You knew.

You felt your delusion become even more difficult to handle—and it was harrowing. It felt like lighting kept striking your body over and over. “You Fatui scum, you never know when to stop!” Diluc’s voice itself had become lighting, as he ran towards you—and you knew, oh you knew—

So ironic being killed by the man you adored.

Your body could no longer handle the immense amount of pain, and you glared at him—clutching your side, “Then do us the honor and kill this scum? Why don’t you Diluc,” you spatted out his name.

Oh how much you hated his name.

You were on your knees—knowing the outcome, you stared at him for the last time. You weren’t that woman anymore—the woman he thought you would be, the woman that was so kind, the girl that would await him on the sidelines with a basket of grapes, the girl who was glad to see him.

Because he had killed that girl—and he will kill the current woman that stands in front of him.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Authors note:

Hello everyone! it’s a pleasure to meet everyone (well if you are reading this who knows). This is my first time (obviously) writing a fanfic, and overall I am new to the Tumblr space. I do apologize for my writing style—I don’t write fan fiction as I am more into other forms of writing. However, I have been very fascinated with how people write fan fiction—I know it's a bit weird. The formatting for this fanfic is all over the place—I’ll try my best to adapt to a format that is more adequate for fanfics. ALSO I apologize for the abrupt ending (lowkey embarrassed to post this)

Anyways! Have a good life <3

— Mao

#diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc angst #diluc x reader angst #genshin x you

[ceruleancattail]

id like to ask for a fluffy nymphleech fic with this premise, if thats alright :)c ; Jade isn't allowed to use customers as test subjects but no one can stop him: which has only gotten worse because now i fully support him and play into it further whenever we feel like it.

anddd if you'd want an idea of how that looks like sometimes;

Jade cooking w mushrooms: ^^

Me, sliding the dish onto a table: "Enjoy!" ^^

student A, sweat-dropping: "... are those edible?-"

Me, stabbing a fork into a mushroom: "Only one way to find out." [shoves it into student A's mouth]

ty very much if you'll accept the request, its alright if not tho! :D

Jade with a s/o who terrorises the Mostro Lounge with him

Jade x reader

Sometimes, you do truly love your boyfriend.

The way he strikes such a regal pose in the kitchen, apron string tied securely around that slender waist of his. His hands moving with carefully practised poise. The way the lean muscles on his arms flexes ever so slightly when he slices up mushrooms, dicing them effortlessly.

Efficient in the kitchen.

Effective?

That remains to be seen.

It’s hard to call him effective when Jade cooks whatever his heart desires. Exotic mushrooms of all shapes and sizes, saluted to perfection. He’ll serve dishes so delicate, they almost look too good to eat.

Honestly, it’s in your best interest not to consume whatever he serves. Not when Jade seems rather interested in watching you eat, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

You two are now the terror of the Mostro Lounge. The deadly waiter and chef, serving up new unknown horrors to poor unfortunate students.

Poor, lost souls.

It’s rather amusing to watch them twitch and writhe. Sometimes, they collapse straightaway, face blooming a wonderful shade of green. Otherwise, their arms slump to the side, their eyes widening in shock as foam builds up in their mouth, spilling from their lips.

You two share a journal. A lovely leather bound book, elegant cursive dancing through the pages. You two take care to record all effects in excruciating detail. Little sketches of the mushrooms, the most poisonous ones highlighted, little purple hearts doodled all around.

When he thumbs through the pages, Jade’s fingers trace over your letters lightly. You have wonderful handwriting, love. In fact, if he closes his eyes, he could hear your voice whispering to him, practically purring into his ears.

A wonderful sound, indeed.

Jade shudders, bringing his hand up to his mouth. Chuckling into it, a small smile tugs at his lips. A faint pink dusted onto his cheeks, a flattering shade on him.

How truly romantic.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #twst x reader #Jade leech x reader #Jade x reader #Jade #lucky charm🔷

[minimallyminnie]

OK SO.....I HAV E A REALLY BAD HABIT OF REBLOGGING MOOTS FOLLOWERS CELEBRATIONS AND THEN FORGETTING ABOUT IT TWO SECONDS LATER SO I HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME EXISTING IN UR ASKBOX A LITTLE LATE JAHSFDJAHJSGFDAHSGD

if it isnt too much to ask, i'd like to request a set of headcanons for me and azul? honestly i'd love to see where you take it!!

i dont want you to burn yourself out though so please take care of yourself :C thank you so much for hosting this event min!!! heres to many more follower events!!! <33333

Wonderhoy!!! Tysm Aubby! I shall be your ring person when your Azul wedding comes ＾＿－)��★

Azul Ashengrotto

“Humble” but…he actually is really good at it

Azul will go full ham and research how to dance every way

Fox trot, waltz, salsa, yes.

You think that he would leave you on the floor like that alone just to sweet talk some possible associates?!

No! (He’d do it after, like a gentleman!)

When the music starts playing, he was about to step out of the middle when you approached him

He was curious considering all he learnt dancing for was for possible connections, business associates, and possible poor unfortunate souls who’d sign a contract with him for his appearance. Which, wasn’t you. None of them at all so why did you want him?

You offered your hand, just wanting to dance with him.

He was shocked at first but took it with a smirk

A laugh comes from you before you both swirl and step around the ballroom, people around you dancing similarly.

Azuls…genuinely having fun with you.

When the music ends, he kisses your hand

In return, when both of you go hide in a corridor, you press a kiss to his cheek, relishing in how his face turns pink

How dare you!? He…He got caught off guard by a kiss?!?

…Well

It doesn’t feel bad when it’s with you.

When the whole ball ends, you help Azul get his business connections in exchange for a date <3

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, MY MENTAL HEALTH DECIDED GO GO FUCK ITSELF AUBBY <333

#ミミ☆ #Aubby💙 #400 followers #follower event #writing event #400 follower event #azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul ashengrotto x mc #azul ashengrotto x male reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x gn reader #azul ashengrotto x female reader #ashengrotto azul x reader #Twst azul x reader #Twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[justanotherfanwriter]

And they were ROOMmates

Cht list: (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n: Soul Eater. Soul X Maka. Maka's hurt, Soul's anxious, and "dignity" gets in the way.

I bet people can be weird about co-ed partnerships between a meister and a weapon, so I wrote something that tackled it. But lol I lost the rest of the outline, so here's just a part. I can continue if anyone is interested.

c/w: hurt/comfort, depictions of blood and injuries.

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“Just get the room open,” Soul hissed at Ox, “we don’t have time for this.”

“Maka needs her own room. It’s against protocol, and—”

“Protocol? I literally live with her! Just open the door. You’re making a scene,” He fumed, shifting Maka’s weight in his arms. She was cradled against his chest, bloodied, battered, and more than a little dazed.

When Ox continued to stand in front of the hotel door, neglecting to open it, Soul turned his glare on Harvar.

“Talk to your Meister before I punch his face in,” He demanded. Harvar glared back, his stupid glasses long gone, buried somewhere in the aftermath of their battle.

He shifted Maka’s weight again, and she groaned, causing his heart to palpitate. For fuck sake, he didn’t want to pull rank on these assholes, but he wasn’t above it!

“It’s not like she can bandage herself!” He pleaded, shooting her a worried look. Blood caked one side of her head, and while he knew head wounds purposefully bled more, it was making him lightheaded. Coupled with the beating the rest of her face had taken, he was close to a nervous breakdown. And that was without considering the odd angle her right ankle was hanging.  

“We should be taking her to a hospital!” Ox snapped back, “This is ridiculous!”

“Wow! A hospital! How come I didn’t think of that—oh wait! Because there are no hospitals! Did you see a hospital? Cause I sure didn’t! And it’s not like we can drive to one! Because someone fried the damn battery!”  

They had been lucky enough to find a hotel if it could even be called that. It was more like a motel, but shittier, located next to the mechanic that would hopefully be open tomorrow morning, so they could get their DWMA-leased car to work again. They had pulled into the parking lot literally on their last wheel, with poor Maka in the back wheezing the whole ride down.

And, wait, did the wheezing mean she had a broken rib?

He felt cold sweat slip down his neck as he paled.

Yeah, he was definitely close to hyperventilating.  

Of course, none of them would have been in this shitty situation if they had just listened to him in the first place. He hadn’t wanted to take this joint mission with Ox and Harvar, not because of the company (though it was quickly becoming “because of the company”), but because after everything they had been through, a D-rank mission had a certain “below them” quality to it. But, unfortunately, Ox and Maka couldn’t let go of their pissing competition for more than five minutes to figure that out for themselves or listen to reason, and fucking Harvar was as unhelpful as ever in that regard.

In the end, though, they had all been wrong. Neither Ox’s nor Maka’s “superior intellect” had broken any supposed DWMA D-rank records, and Soul had extremely misjudged the difficulty of the assigned task. If Soul hadn’t already had his suspicions that Kid reshuffled the assignments so each rank would have an equal and even number of missions to complete, which was, evidently, how a D-rank mission could become a B-rank without warning, he’d also think this meant the new Death Lord had extremely misjudged the difficulty of the assigned task. But really, this just confirmed his (and Liz’s) suspicions that Kid was skipping out on his anxiety medication. Again.

“Ox,” Harvar eventually sighed, pushing his not-there glasses up his nose, “he’s right, she’s not well, and we don’t have enough money to afford the mechanic and another room. I believe the front desk attendant knows we’re—” He paused, “—unfortunately desperate and skewed the prices.”   

“What’s the big deal anyway?” Soul huffed.

“She’s a girl,” Ox whined like he was still twelve, and they were all still stuck in the single-sex dorms at DWMA. He had bitched about it when Maka would sneak in before they moved off-campus together. “It’s inappropriate.”

“And we wonder why you haven’t gotten laid yet.” He deadpanned, clutching Maka closer to him, who had begun to shiver.

Ox’s cheeks flooded with color, “H-hey, I—” He straightened, “—I won’t stand for that! I have to!”

Of course, he hadn’t. They wouldn’t have heard the end of it if he had. And by “they,” Soul meant the “boys-only” group chat Ox had explicitly created so he could bitch about Kim without Kim finding out. He was probably the only one who actually used it.

Soul felt his shoulders slump as exhaustion rolled through him, but he kept a tight grip on Maka.

It had been a long two days of driving, roughing it in the woods, fighting for their lives, and now, this, with Maka hurt and him feeling useless, crummy, and anxious beyond belief. He hated—absolutely loathed—Maka getting hurt. It physically made him nauseous. DWMA nurses told him he was a casebook study of Couvade Syndrome, which was better known as sympathetic pregnancy to ordinary people, and commonly found in meister-weapon relationships on account of the soul-bond, of which his and Maka’s was very strong for obvious, black-blood related reasons.

“Just open the door, please,” He begged, letting his eyes fall shut.

Maybe they could hear the desperation in his voice because, after a short pause, the door clicked open. He didn’t wait for grand gestures as he breezed past them, gingerly putting Maka down on the closest of the two full-sized beds. If she were more coherent, she would have been beyond pissed. She never laid down on a strange bed without first checking for bed bugs, but Soul was well past the patience needed for that.

He began unlacing her combat boots as Ox and Harvar sat their things down on the other bed. They had a ridiculous amount of luggage, most of which held Ox’s copious amount of hair products. On the other hand, Maka and Soul’s stuff was all contained in one duffle bag currently strapped to his back. They preferred traveling light with nothing valuable just in case they were whisked away to, hell, the moon? It had happened before, and the moment they thought it wouldn’t happen again, it was sure to happen again. His favorite headband was still up there, sad, lost, and alone.

Or, well, alone wasn’t the right word, but whatever.

Regardless, Ox and Harvar didn’t seem to care about Murphy’s Law. It was frustrating and so different from how he and Maka operated as a team. The two other boys were so smart, but they didn’t share even a single brain cell when it came to common sense. How they had made it this far in the DWMA program was beyond Soul, but he had other things to worry about—Maka-related things.

“That fucker got a good swipe at her back. I’m going to have to clean the cut. Maybe do stitches?” He shook his head, “I dunno. I need to get her cleaned off. It shouldn’t take long.”

He scoped her back into his arms and, for a split second, marveled at how light she was for someone who could pack such a punch.

“You’re going to the bathroom?” Ox asked, mouth falling open.

Soul scowled, “I’m sorry did you want to go first?”

Ox had enough grace to look offended, “Of course not! I—it’s just, well, you’re going in there with her?”

He looked down at Maka, cradled snuggly in his arms, half-mumbling, half-moaning, “Uh, duh? She’s half-conscious?”

“Should we—” Ox shared a look with Harvar, “—uh, come supervise?”

Soul blinked, “I’m sorry?”

“Well, you know, for dignity’s sake.”

He stared at Ox and Harvar for a full minute, trying to figure out what they meant when it hit him square in the face, and whatever ill-boding feeling he had developed for them over the last two days did a seemingly impossible speedrun into hatred.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asked, knowing full well what the fuck that was supposed to mean. His blood boiled as his grip on Maka tightened, turning her slightly away to obscure their view of her.

In a pacifying motion, Ox threw up his hands, “It’s not that we don’t trust you, Soul. It’s just that she’s half-unconscious like you said,” he emphasized, “and we don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. I’m just trying to take Maka’s best interest into account.”

He was beyond offended, literally dumbfounded.

“Right,” He sneered, turning towards the shitty motel bathroom, “makes total sense, three guys watching her bathe as opposed to one, got it. That’s so much better.” He bared his teeth, pushing the door open with his shoulder, “Do me a favor, Ox, and go fuck yourself, okay? Maka’s my meister. There’s nothing about her I haven’t seen before.”

And with that, he let the door slam close behind him.

He stood there momentarily, huffing and puffing until she gurgled a half-attempted word. It was the total gibberish of a half-conscious person, but it stopped the red and black haze threatening to take over his mind. Then, gently, he set her down on the dirty tile floor and examined the sorry state of the bathtub. He crinkled his nose in distaste.

Looking around, he noticed the whole bathroom was just as grimy. Colonies of Silverfish bugs crawled in and out of all three drains, one for the sink, one for the bathtub, and a mysterious third one in the center of the room.

He mumbled obscenities to himself as he set up a measly washing station and decided not to put Maka in the tub. Instead, he sat her on the lip, balancing her as best he could with his limited resources.  

His actions were mechanical as he undressed her, leaving her underwear on for now but removing her sports bra. Then, carefully, he examined her, noting the various wounds and taking special care of the angrier-looking cuts and scratches. He had been right, her head bleed wasn’t as serious as it looked, but the scratches on her back were deep. Luckily, he didn’t think they would need stitches, which was good as the bathroom clearly wasn’t sterile, but she wouldn’t like it when he disinfected them.

His anger faded as he fell into his work, thinking nothing of her nakedness. After years of fixing Maka up after fights, he was used to her naked body in the most platonic way possible, like she was with his. It was a part of the partnership that every weapon and meister formed, same-sex and co-ed. Because who else was going to stitch you up when there were no doctors around?

Obviously, Ox and Harvar didn’t understand co-ed partnerships were exactly the same as same-sex ones because those two were a same-sex partnership, and worse, they were both totally guys about it. Chicks seemed to get it more than the guys ever did. Guys all had this same preconceived notion about co-ed partners that non-meisters and non-weapons had, which always boiled down to the same stupid question without fail: “Are you two hooking up?”   

Soul didn’t understand why same-sex partners weren’t drilled about the same thing. He had seen Kim and Jackie in way more provocative situations than he and Maka had ever been, seemingly on purpose, but no, nope! Soul was the degenerate for helping his meister!

It was fucking ridiculous.

Rolling his eyes, he brushed hair from Maka’s face and returned to the task at hand. There was a nasty lump on her forehead that would have given even Black*Star a concussion, a big ugly bruise wrapping around the left side of her chest and waist, and a twisted ankle so swollen she couldn’t possibly get her boot back on around it.

“Oh, Maka,” He let out a heavy sigh, leaning over to turn on the bath faucet, “you gotta stop doing this to yourself.” 

The faucet sputtered to life. The water that came out was hardly lukewarm but, thankfully, clean-looking. Grabbing a spare washcloth from their pack, Soul cleaned the muck and grime off her, wincing in sympathy when she did, even at the lightest of touches.

“I know,” He comforted, “I’m sorry. I’m almost done.”

“Soul?” Her eyes blinked open blearily.

“I’m here.”

She sighed, “My head hurts.”

“I know. We’ll get to that in a second, okay? Gotta get the blood off.”

“I’m tired.”

“Just a little longer.”

She groaned and then whined, “I’ve gotta pee.”

He snorted, cracking a smile for the first time that night, “Okay, hold on. Do you think you can manage wiping your own ass?”

She scoffed as much as she could, “Yes.”

“Then clean yourself first—” He gestured to her bottom half, “—while I get your clothes ready. Then, bathroom, I promise. Just keep holding on to me.”

“I won’t let go.”

Her words rang clear and sober, and his heart skipped a miserable beat.

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The whole bathing charade couldn’t have lasted more than fifteen to twenty minutes before Soul was helping Maka hobble out the door. Despite the colder weather outside, she was in a fresh set of pajamas consisting of an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts.

“It’s yours,” he said gruffly to Ox and Harvar. “Don’t worry. Dignity still intact.”

“What?” Maka stared at him.

“Don’t worry about it,” He shook his head, glaring at Ox as he entered the bathroom.

“Are you feeling better, Maka?” Ox pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Hardly.” She sighed, “But don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“Of course,” He nodded, closing the door.

“And how about you? Are you okay, Harvar?” She asked, staring at the other weapon setting up a makeshift bed with the room’s two armchairs.

“Yes.”

This was a standard, flippant Harvar response, but Maka’s eyebrows still furrowed together in confusion.

“What’s their problem?” She whispered, but he shook his head.

“Come on, time for bed. Lay down.”

She looked at the bed with disgust, “Did you check it for—”

“Maka, bed.” He gently pushed her down, “Here—” He pulled out his spare sleep shirt and wrapped her pillow in it “—just lay on top. You don’t have to get under the blankets.”

“That makes it not better.”

“We really don’t have a choice.” He rooted around their duffle bag for his hoodie and passed it over to her, worried she’d get too cold in the middle of the night without a cover of some sort.

“It’s yours,” she protested. “I already have your—”

“Just take it,” he said, exasperated. Couldn’t people just do what he wanted without arguing?

“Should we flip a coin for it?” Harvar spoke up suddenly, and he and Maka turned to look at the boy.

“What now?” Soul asked, reaching the end of his patience.

Harvar gestured to the makeshift bed, “Maka, of course, will have a bed, and Ox too since they did the physical stuff. It’s only fair, after all. But me and you, one of us gets the floor, and the other gets the chairs.”

“Oh no,” Maka shook her head, “you don’t have to do that. The beds are big enough, Harvar. Me and Ox can share them with you guys.”

A hard look passed over Harvar’s face, “That’s hardly appropriate.”

“What do you—”

“Holy shit,” Soul seethed, interrupting Maka’s question, “fuck off with the appropriate bullshit. I’ll share the bed with Maka; you can be weird and have armchairs. I don’t care! Literally, no one cares! I’m not going to—” He sputtered, looking for the right word, “—to defile her, so quit the hero act! Now! Good! Night!”

Still covered in his own healthy layer of muck and grime, he flopped onto his and Maka’s bed with his back turned toward Harvar. And then, after a second, pulled Maka down with him to make a show of how normal and totally not weird it was, ignoring the way she hissed, “Be careful, idiot!”

Soul glared at the wall closest to Maka, shielding her from the view of the other bed. Then, fidgeted, sat up, and pulled the shirt he was wearing off by the collar before plopping down again.

“What’s going on?” Maka whispered, touching his cheek to get his attention, “Did you three fight? I…I can’t remember much.”

His anger dissipated slightly at the worry wrinkling her forehead. He grabbed the hand on his face and felt some relief flood into his shoulders. It was good that Maka was well enough to be doing Maka-things, like worrying about other peoples’ feelings while she was falling apart. It made him worry less, though her memory issues were still concerning.

“Sort of,” He whispered back, “but it doesn’t matter. Just go to bed. We can talk about it later. Alone.”

She nodded, letting her hand drop from his face as her eyelids started to droop. “Hum me to sleep?” She asked.

“Maka,” He groaned again, hyperaware they weren’t alone.

“Please?” She peeked open one eye, “I’m so skeeved out by this bed right now. I’ll never sleep at this rate.”

“That’s a lie. You’re falling asleep as we speak.”

The edges of her mouth quirked up. “Please,” she asked again, anyway.

Now, here, if he were Ox or Harvar, is where he would have started to worry about the state of his and Maka’s dignity. It wasn’t the nakedness, or the shared bed, or their general touchy-feely bullshit, though Soul was smart enough to understand what those may have looked like to an outsider.

But the music?

Someday, it was going to give him away. Someday, someone who wasn’t so tone-death was going to look at him and call him out on all his bullshit.

Still, because she had asked, he hummed, falling asleep with her tangled up in his arms.

Platonically, of course.

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A throat was cleared, once, twice, then, “Soul.”

“Eh,” He groaned, nuzzling further into his pillow. His body ached with fatigue and he couldn’t find it in himself to care about whatever the ominous voice wanted him to care about, “’ive more m’nutes.”

“The mechanic’s open. Wake up.” A blanket was ripped off of him, and he shrunk into a ball, screwing his eyes shut as he patted around the bed for the lost source of comfort.

“H—ey,” He whined, “no.”

“Soul!” Maka shoved him off of her, “Let go of me! And wake up!”

 He landed hard on the motel’s floor, eyes flying open as his brain worked overtime to orient him in time and space.

“Hey!” He cried when he realized what had just transpired, “What’s the big idea! I was sleeping.”

“You need to be waking,” Maka hissed back, rubbing her arms.

He blinked, angry and then worried, watching her rub her arms. A collage of purple and yellow bruises littered them, which was confusing until yesterday hit him like a sack of bricks.

He sat up straighter, remembering that he wasn’t home safe and sound in the comfort of his own bed.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her, scrambling to his feet.

She huffed, rolling her eyes as he fussed around her.

“Worse has happened, Soul,” She allowed him to prop her swollen ankle up on the pillow he had been using, “just go with Harvar, okay? He’s been—” She waved towards the other weapon, who Soul finally noticed at the end of their bed, watching, “—staring.”

“You’re still a heavy sleeper,” Harvar sniffed, walking out, “The mechanics open. I’ll meet you in the hobby.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” Soul nodded, then looked at Maka, who shrugged.

“He woke me up while he was trying to wake you up. I don’t know how you didn’t feel it,” She whispered, referring to the weight of Harvar’s notorious stare, “seriously, what is their deal?”

Soul thought momentarily about how he had held Maka while he slept, and something warm stirred in his gut.

“I think we are,” He muttered to himself, pulling on a clean shirt.

“What?” She leaned in, “I couldn’t—”

“Excuse me,” Ox said from the other bed, sitting up on his elbows to glare at them—or well, that was likely his intent because the plush, pink sleeping mask he was wearing obscured the gesture, but it rang loud and clear in his tone, “some of us are trying to sleep.”

Soul glared back before turning back to Maka, “Are you okay? I’ll see if I can rustle up some coffee.”

Her face fell and Soul ached with her.

“Pain killers?” She finally asked, “I think I only packed my migraine stuff.”

“Right, no problem.” He patted his back pockets, checking for his wallet, “Need help going to the—”

“Still trying to sleep!” Ox snapped, making a show of tossing and turning, then beating his pillows back to plump.

“Just go,” she said through gritted teeth, giving Ox a crossed look, “obviously—” She chucked one of the pillows she had behind her back at the other bed, “—sleeping beauty here can’t be disturbed even though this is all his fault.”

“Excuse me!” Ox sputtered, sitting up, arguing with his eye mask still on, “My fault!”

“You heard me, Poindexter!” She argued, “Your fault!”

“I’m not the one who charged in head first without a plan!”

“I had a plan, asshole! You didn’t want to listen to it!”

“You weren’t being reasonable!”

“You fried the car!”

Soul was out the door before things could turn violent.

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“Sorry, they were fighting.” Soul offered to Harvar as an explanation for his obvious tardiness when he finally made it down to the lobby.

Harvar didn’t respond. He simply turned on his heels and made for the door to the sad, rundown parking lot.

The walk to the mechanic was silent, which wasn’t unexpected. Neither of them was the type to initiate conversation.

“Are you two close?” He remembered Maka had asked a long time ago when they first partnered up. “You’re pretty similar, you know, in some ways, mannerism-wise.”

He had found the comparison largely offensive and told her so over the sound of her laughing.  

Harvar had been his roommate the first year he had been at DWMA. While Harvar had already been at the school for two years prior to Soul attending, they had been paired together based on their NOT year courses, not seniority. So while it had technically been Soul’s first year at the school, in his NOT courses, he had been a seventh year, and up until he met Maka, he figured he would be staying in the NOT courses, but no way in hell did that mean he wanted to stay Harvar’s roommate.

On paper, Harvar was a fine roommate, Soul supposed. He was quiet, kept to himself, and neat about things, but Soul instantly preferred Kilik, their suitemate and Ox’s original roommate. Harvar had always been too cold. Not cool. And boring. And intense about it. He had a pension for ratting Soul out whenever he broke a rule, which, yeah, included sneaking Maka into their boys-only dorm, among a few other, more incriminating stunts, and he cared way too much about schoolwork. Sure, Maka was also intense about it, but she liked school in a cute nerdy way. Harvar (and Ox) took it to an unlikable extreme.

So, yes, while Harvar was maybe quiet like Soul, and they had been fine together as roommates and worked together as part of the Spartoi, that was all he has was to Soul. His first-year roommate.

“You know I’ll have to inform Lord Death, correct?” Harvar spoke suddenly.

Soul stared at him, surprised he had spoken. They were now waiting for the mechanic to look over the car. Soul had been elected to attend the appointment because he knew a few things about cars. Harvar had volunteered to attend because he probably thought Soul was incompetent.

“About what?” He drawled out, “The fight? The car? The incorrect assignment rating? I’m pretty sure Maka can cover chewing Kid out for all of us.”

“Lord Death,” Harvar corrected, and Soul did his best not to roll his eyes. He’d be long dead before he addressed Kid by his fucking title. Black-Moon-Last-Death-Scythe-One-of-His-Best-Friends privilege and all that.

“And no, I mean about yours and Maka’s relationship.”

“And what about our relationship would you be reporting? The part where I didn’t let her bleed out?”

“You still think of her as your meister.”

He made a move to argue that she was, in fact, obviously, still his meister but immediately clamped his mouth shut because Harvar was right. Maka wasn’t actually his meister anymore. He was a Death Scythe. He was Kid’s, but that was a load of bullshit, in his opinion. All of Kid’s directives had paired Soul with Maka, and that was normal. Usually, the meister who created the death scythe continued to work with said scythe. He honestly didn’t think Kid would make a habit of pairing him with someone else, all things considering. Sure, there would be times when they would be called apart, but Maka would always be one of Kid’s top agents, Soul had no doubt about that, so “apart” for them would never be too long.

And despite what Maka’s old man claimed, Soul wasn’t gunning to be Kid’s right-hand man. Spirit’s real competition was Liz and Patty, who were technically Death Scythes just by virtue of being Kid’s first chosen weapons, and no way would Spirit come out on top against those two. Soul didn’t think the old Scythe would be reassigned, but he knew where Kid’s preferences lay.

Regardless, he didn’t appreciate being threatened. Obviously, Harvar’s issue with him wasn’t the same trivial technicalities Spirit worried about. To Harvar, Soul had broken a rule every death weapon knew when they were told about the “wonders” of becoming a Death Scythe. In some way, you gave up your idea of meister. You no longer got to choose who wielded you; you were Death’s and Death’s alone, a title worth the sacrifice of choice.

Harvar had been one of those death weapons who had wanted to make that sacrifice before Kid had gone and changed the rules. Soul had been one of those weapons, too, at first. Definitely, before black blood had changed everything and Maka had become too important to lose.

There had been a time when he couldn’t fathom why some weapons had no desire to be Death Scythes. He understood now, a little too late.

And Harvar, the preceptive piece of shit, had caught on to that.

He swallowed his panic, fighting to keep it off his face. On the off-chance Harvar wasn’t bluffing, Soul didn’t know what Kid would do when he found out, but for propriety’s sake, he’d probably have to do a few missions sans Maka, and the dependency problems he was avoiding screamed at the very idea.

“Sure, Harvar, and don’t forget to tell him the part where you wouldn’t let us into the hotel room and then wanted to watch her bathe. I bet he’d love to hear that, especially with Liz and Pat right there next to him. Hey,” He turned to stare at the other boy, “FYI, those three have shared a bed before, too, so don’t forget to mention how inappropriate you think that is, okay? They’d get a good laugh out of it.”

Harvar didn’t reply, and nothing else was said between them. When they returned to the hotel, Maka and Ox weren’t speaking either. To say the least, the ride home was long and awkward.

#soul eater #my writing #soul x maka #maka x soul #manga compliant #long post

[the-roo-too]

você escreve para o blackpink? se você fizer isso, posso solicitar o alfabeto rosé fluff

candy -> park chaeyoung ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- how much you trust her <33 she finds it so incredible that you know you can tell her anything and that you share everything with her 🫶

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- because rosie dyes her hair so much, she’s got a lot of hair damage. therefore, she adores your hair! buys you all them expensive conditioners 💯 also i feel like matching hairstyles with rosie is a must

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- it’s not about the position, it’s about w a r m t h. rosie needs you both to be warm and comfy while cuddling, no exceptions

dates (what’s her ideal date)- somewhere quiet, preferably away from others. honestly, you can take her to the middle of nowhere and go stargazing, she’ll never forget that <33 will bite you if you forget blankets tho

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- being honest with each other is a fundamental part of a healthy relationship 👹 rosé lives by that rule, so you usually know what’s on her mind (usually)

family (does she want one)- yessss 🙏 rosie deffo wants a mini me, especially with the love of her life (you)!

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yess! especially in public settings, when she’s busy on her phone or something, she makes sure to be holding your hand <33

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- rosie would c r y and panic </3 you’d think she’s the one who got injured

jokes (does she like to joke around)- ye 🦧 rosie is a prankster not a single serious bone in that body

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- softly <33 you’re her baby! she’s a very gentle soul nonetheless, but for you? with you she’s a little cuddlebear

love (what’s her love language)- spending late nights together. rosie as a idol unfortunately often misses some dates, or needs to get out of bed way before you and you don’t see her in the morning :(( because of that, she makes sure to always be with you at night!

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- when you first came to her practice and she introduced you to her members 🤭🤭 she’s so grateful for the fact that they like you too

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- like i said, rosie always spends nights with you, but for none of you matters what you do together <33 sometimes she just holds you in her arms while you sleep, other nights you wake up when she arrives and you watch a movie together

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- what isn’t quirky about her? but hear me out, she sometimes dedicates covers to you. when she uploads a video of her singing and/or playing, there are your initials hidden at the end frame

pet names (what does she like to call you)- darling, pretty girl, cutie! all them cute things she can think up on the spot basically. your contact name in her phone is little princess because she’s your rosé <33

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- rosie is a sucker for those lil couple activities, like going pottery together or something! she also loves when you’re with her in the studio, especially while recording after a long, tiring day

rush (does she rush into things)- kinda? not in the sense that she wants to get married three days after confessing, but she definitely starts planning things like that long in advance

secrets (how open is she with you)- open with emotions, open with other stuff! tho that pancakes she makes on the weekends? you’ll never get the recipe.

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- a long while 😭 poor baby was so scared! her members were so fed up with it they almost confessed for her lmao

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- immediately tries to find the cause? was it her? was it someone online? will comfort you to the best of her abilities! i feel like she sings to you to calm you down too <33

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- out of all the bp members, rosie is the chillest when it comes to coming out to public. her fan base is especially fruity and she isn’t that afraid of the people’s opinion. and if anything would happen, miss rosé will fight for you! 🫶

warrior (how often do you fight)- depends on the season, really. if you’re busy with your work and rosé has a comeback coming up, it’s normal that you’re both more on edge. but when life is peaceful, you don’t really fight. she hates rising her voice at you :((

x-ray (is she able to read you)- d u h. she does it better than you do. especially when it comes to being sick! it’s like she knows two days in advance before you start coughing and having a fever

yes (how would she propose to you)- definitely would do it in a overly sweet and a bit cringey way, like dropping to her knees in the middle of the restaurant and kinda making it obvious for everyone (don’t worry, the restaurant owner will probably give u a free cake or smth)

zen (what makes her feel calm)- huggies! when you’re both fighting and rosie doesn’t know what to say anymore, she kind of deflates and walks up to you to envelop you in a hug. a couple minutes in silence, you both apologise and talk it out like responsible adults

part of [the fluff series]

#i don’t speak spanish that well guys #rosé #park chaeyoung #chaeyoung #blackpink #blackpink x reader #rosé x reader #rose x reader #chaeyoung x reader #park chaeyoung x reader #jennie #lisa #jisoo #rosie #rosie x reader

[ashleyh713fanfics]

Dazai X Odasaku!Sister CH13

Chapter 13: "Celebrating Life Is Stupid”

Summary: After reuniting and growing closer, Dazai and Oda’s sister truly realize the value of each other and the sad bandaged boy falls deeper into the dangerous fascination and infatuation that is Odasaku’s little sister.

Warnings: pm!sixteen year old Dazai, pm! sixteen year old chuuya, ginger is very angry, Suicide mentions, guns, manipulation on both sides, Odasaku death mentions, Dazai being a Simp, Dazai being the demon prodigy but also baby at the same time.

(This is chapter thirteen of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. It carries on from the three part intro I posted a couple days ago. I'll link it below to fully understand the story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Three Part Intro (Broken up because the first ch is so long)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A03 Version Here:

Word count: 6k total

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Tapping his feet in already brewing annoyance, Chuuya pushed his phone closer to his ear as each ear grating ring pissed him off by the second. And honestly, by the third one he debated throwing the entire object into the wall next to him in a fit of frustration.

He knew that little mackerel was doing this on purpose, sending his calls to voicemail over and over again. That guy never had anything notable going on and he knew the boss was gonna have his ass if he didn’t get in contact with that little shit.

But fortunately, or rather unfortunately for him, the line picked up on the fifth ring only to hear that same happy go lucky, irritating sing-song tone he alway seemed to use.

He hated that sound more than anything, mostly because the ginger he was about to be made fun of. “Oh Chuuuuuya, what an impatient little dog you are, blowing up my phone like this. Can't get enough of me I see.”

Gritting his teeth to hold his outburst, Chuuya simply scoffed. “Shut up, it's your own damn fault for not picking up. I know you are doing it on purpose, you shitty little mackerel.”

The voice on the other hands only hummed though, obviously unbothered. “So rude, Chuuuya, assuming such things. I am actually very busy right now. Which is why your interruption is way less pleasant than usual. And that’s saying something, considering your presence is never pleasant.”

Chuuya knew better though. “Bullshit, you’re never busy. You’re probably just fucking around somewhere.”

Just then, he heard a fake ass gasp on the side of the phone only for Dazai to answer straightforwardly. “If you call “fucking around” me currently pinning down a beautiful woman then I suppose you're right about that. Isn’t that right, love?”

Almost immediately, the ginger felt bile work its way into his throat, shoving the feeling down before shouting back roughly. “Ah, you’re so fucking disgusting! I don’t wanna know about that shit.”

Oh my god, why did he have to bring up that kind of stuff?! The last thing he wanted to do was picture shitty stupid Dazai like that, especially with some nonamed whore or brain dead manipulated bitch.

That poor soul that was with him right now, the one Dazai just called love, he pitied her, whoever she was.

Forcing the idea from his mind, Chuuya then shook his head before adding. “Listen, the boss gave us another mission in a couple days and I wanna make sure you don’t try to ditch again or else I’m gonna kill you for real, got that?!”

He knew the kid’s pattern after all, Chuuya knew how flighty and unreliable that stupid mackerel really was and he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to get dragged into that again. The first time he flaked was bad enough.

But as expected, Dazai didn’t sound serious, he didn’t even sound remotely interested in his threats as the boy simply waved the question away. “Don’t worry slug, I’ll be there. Can’t have my dog getting lonely, now can I?”

At that name, Chuuya felt his anger spike, the boy unable to stop his outburst. What was his damn problem?! “You fuckin…I’m not a dog!!’

Dazai’s voice only came back confused though, his voice just as annoying, cheerful and mocking as usual. “How strange, all I can hear is woof woof woof so I’m gonna hang up now! See ya, Chibi.”

And just like that, the line turned dead, causing the ginger’s eye to twitch before tightening his hold on his phone before giving into the impulse and throwing the object against the wall next to him.

Watching the phone shatter to prices before his eyes, Chuuya then shook his head before grumbling out his frustrations to absolutely no one.

“I’m gonna kill him..”

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Closing his flip phone absentmindedly, Dazai simply smiled to himself before placing the object back into his pants pocket only to hear the voice underneath him speak out hopefully. “Was that Chuuya?”

The boy only shook his head though, pushing his foot further into the speakers chest in order to shove his enemy further into the ground roughly. “Don’t sound so happy about it. That slug shouldn’t gain such a reaction.”

His opponent only put her hands out in defense though, turning her head curiously to the side with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’m just curious, that’s all.”

Dazai expected that kind of response though, his eyes moving up in order to glance around the familiar port mafia owned warehouse that they had spent the last hour or so before she spoke again.

And this time, it was far more pushy than before. “Sooo, what did he say?”

Already feeling his lips twist into a bitter smirk, Dazai’s foot then pushed deeper into her chest, exulting double the amount of force in order for her to stop speaking. “Those aren’t the kinds of things you should be worried about, Asa-chan, considering the position you're in right now..”

Which was something that Asagao seemed to be missing in her tiny little brain considering he was currently pinning her down to the dirty and dusty warehouse floor by his foot. He clearly had the upper hand here so there was no reason for her to speak so casually.

That, and the fact that she was asking about Chuuya of all people in this sort of dangerous position caused Dazai’s sick and twisted port mafia heart to darken with malice. He was the one she was supposed to be focusing on, not that glorified hat rack.

She was at the mercy of the demon prodigy and she was acting like they were talking about the weather. He wanted her to regret ever asking about that hat rack in the first place, to apologize between his fingers for not taking his presence seriously and speaking of another so foolishly.

Then to prove his point, the boy reached into his pocket before taking out his gun in order to point the barrel straight at her head with silent warning.

It was a move that would make any one shutter and cower immediately. In fact, it was something he used a million times before to intimate each and everyone of his enemies.

But he had already learned that Asagao didn’t play by the rules of his other opponents.

Turning her head in confusion, the girl simply looked at the foot that was constricting her breathing before returning to the demon with a gentle smile of unbothered idiocy. “Oh, I’m not worried.”

And for a moment, Dazai paused, playing her game. “And why’s that, love?”

He wanted to see what she’d say, how she would justify her calm and collected behavior even though she was staring down the barrel of his gun. Yes, Asagao had outwardly said that she wasn’t afraid of dying by his hand but she wasn’t even trying to get out of it.

And he knew she could, he knew that the hellhound could fight back him if she so chose, so the fact that she was allowing Dazai to pin her down like this was interesting to say the least.

This girl, she was seconds from death and still her eyes held not one bit of urgency.

A moment later, Asagao spoke, her voice full of nostalgic memory as she reached forward in order to pull the barrel closer to her chest. “Because this is how we met, remember?”

Almost immediately, Dazai’s mind seemed to snap back to their first encounter almost an entire year ago. Huh, she was right. They had been in this position before, hadn’t they?

Back when the boy was drowning in his grief, back when he found an intruder in his friend's old place and threatened them in the same exact manner.

If only he knew how utterly life changing that little meeting had been, what kind of storm erupted from the moment he tore that hoodie off her head and looked into her Odasaku eyes.

And it was the same now, the boy looking down at her glasses free expression in order to catalog and trace the iris silently to himself. He seemed to do that a lot lately, getting lost in the emptiness as it swallowed him whole each and every time.

He was grateful for it also, knowing that the dullness of her eyes was way more welcoming then the darkness of his own soul, that by having her here he had switched the method of his demise.

Yes, drowning in Asagao was much more tolerant than drowning in his grief.

A sweeter way to die indeed, a more pleasant experience than what he ever deserved, and yet Dazai couldn’t stop himself from staring even so.

So much so, Dazai felt his lips twist upwards in familiar memory before his finger carefully cocked the gun with a dark chuckle. “Oops. You’re right, how silly of me. Let’s continue where we left off then, hmm?”

Then without a second thought, the executive pulled the trigger as a loud shot echoed through the warehouse. And most people would’ve been horrified by such a reaction, they would have regretted aiming at something he just so clearly said that he admired.

But you see, Dazai didn’t underestimate his girlfriend, not one bit.

Casually putting his hand down on his side, the mafioso then smirked to himself before turning around only to find his enemy a couple feet away, her hands on her hips. “Damn, you really tried to shoot me. I’m surprised and a little impressed, demon prodigy.”

Dazai only shrugged his shoulders though, unbothered. “Well, you told me to look at you as a threat, did you not, Asa-chan?”

It was conversation that was very prevalent in his mind, even today. Sure, the boy should’ve taken their fights easy, he should’ve sparred in a way that made sure Oda’s sister was safe but that wasn’t his style, and neither was hers.

No, Dazai treated her like a real threat, just like she deserved, he trusted that she was smart enough to anticipate his moves and counteract, like just right now.

And the fact that she had done just that also proved his theory that she could’ve gotten out his hold at any time.

What a sneaky shady little hellhound she was. He was onto her big time.

Then as if to prove his internal analysis, he watched Asagao’s face twist into that same twisted, psychotic and giddy smile that enticed him time and time again before watching her fingers twitch in unkept adrenaline just by that simple phrase.

And Dazai would never understand the power his acknowledgment had on her. That just by giving her his entire strength she was already antsy to match it. The hellhound training that had been embedded into her since she was a child, it coated and clouded every other single thought in her brain.

Pushing her fingers up to the ponytail that held her unruly crimson mane in place, Asagao then chuckled darkly before practically ripping the restraint in order to let her hair free.

And with that simple move, she had also ripped down the chains that held the monstrous creature beneath the surface, unafraid of the response it would give. “Oh Samu, you know just how to rile a girl up, don’t you? You’re right about that one, I am a threat. Now allow me to live up to your potential of me and show you how..”

And Dazai loved it, he loved that crazed beast-like look more than anything, his stance grounding itself immediately only to find that his enemy had disappeared in front of his eyes. Ah, she was using her time stopping ability. How cute.

Turning the safety off his gun, the boy then narrowed his eyes before sensing a change of wind to the right in order to let off three more shots just as Asagao reappeared millimeters from his face.

She seemed to register the bullets just in time, her body rolling to the ground in order to just miss the dangerous attacks as Dazai smirked in admiration.

And let’s be honest, should he have been pointing that gun at her like this? No. Should he have been directing his shots with the intent to kill. Also no. It was insanely risky and if she was even second too late then he would have the blood of another Oda on his hands.

Which was something the boy wrestled with internally but it seemed like his port mafia blood craved the opposite, to see just what amazing and enticing ways she could get out each deadly situation he threw at her.

And that desire, that allure was stronger than his fear to keep her locked away forever. No, she had a power, and it was too enticing to ignore, especially for the twisted mafioso who was looking for something entertaining.

He was then taken out of his thoughts as a rough hand wrapped around the barrel of his gun in order to pull it forward without fear as Asagao smirked in victory.

It didn’t matter that the chamber was loaded, it didn’t matter that his fingers were on the trigger and any slight movement could cause the end of her life.

Asa’s grip remained firm, her leg barreling into his side in order for Dazai's muscles to jump and his finger to loosen from the trigger just as she pulled it into her line of sight.

And once the cool metal was in her hands, Dazai wondered what she’d do with it, his senses on high alert only to watch the girl simply empty out the chamber of bullets with one hand, the quiet clinking of metal catching his attention immediately.

How dare she, she had the shot and didn’t take it.

Unsatisfied by her actions, the mafioso then darkened before the boy predicted her next strike in order to grab onto her fist roughly and twist it unnaturally behind her back with a huff.

No, she needed to know that she wasn’t as sly as she thought. That he was onto her little game. “Since you’re all riled up, does that mean you’ll stop holding back now too?”

He wondered how she would react to that, if she would lie about his little discovery or own up to her hypocrisy wholeheartedly? Either could be possible, considering she hadn’t disclosed to him outwardly about her watered down battles.

Asagao told him herself back in Bar Lupin that she was a prodigy just like him, that she could murder like a high level assassin and kill with the quickest of hands.

But if that was true then why hadn’t she tried that with him yet? Why hadn’t Asa displayed intent to kill with Dazai if she was so strongly in favor for believable fights?

It didn’t make sense, and he wanted to know why.

And for a moment, she felt her body still underneath his rough touch, as if she really had to think about his words. He seemed to have broken into something personal for her.

Interesting, she wasn’t denying it. But hold on, was she saying that he couldn’t handle her full hellhound side? That he was some kind of fragile little boy who wouldn't stand a chance? Did she forget that he was in the mafia, the youngest executive in the history of the organization?

She didn’t need to worry about such a thing, besides if that was the result Dazai knew he wouldn’t have opposed. So instead, he coaxed her some more. “Come on, Asa-channn. You’re no fair. I wanna die, remember?”

But even still, Asagao didn’t seem convinced, her body unmoving and eyes closing before he felt her physically shiver underneath his touch, almost like she was reliving some kind of unpleasant memory.

Something scared her, enough to cause such a visceral reaction.

Then Dazai watched as Asagao’s head slumped down into herself, her voice strained and bitter, a tone that the boy had never heard from her before. “I don’t kill anymore, I don’t want to be that person again..

Those words, they felt big, like a massive weight had just fallen on both of their shoulders. But why? What did they mean? What kind of person was she when she killed? What was she like when she truly allowed the hellhound side to fully overtake her? He wanted to ask her.

Yet before he could process that sentence, Asa used his apprehension in order to kick his shin and shift her body around, grabbing onto his forearm before flipping the skinny thin boy backwards over her shoulder.

Feeling his body slam against the ground, the girl then moved on top of him, reversing their previous position with a wave of her finger. “Besides that would be a pretty painful way to go, don’t you think?.”

His entire head began to spin instantly, both from the hit and from her change in attitude. Now she was happy, playful and just as carefree as before. There was no sign of that bitter suffocation that he had heard at all.

Which meant only one thing, she was covering it up.

But to be completely honest, every single thought he had seemed to drown out completely as he looked up at the towering force above him.

Her long messy hair was blanketed over her, shielding the two of them in a cave of her own design as she stared down with that same alluring dead eyed stare that he had admired before.

And not only that, the dim, dingy warehouse lights behind her seemed to melt around her head, bathing her in an ethereal light of some kind, something that made the boy’s heart flip unexpectedly and without warning.

God, she looked like an angel like this, so perfect, so heavenly.

Yet whether she resembled an angel of life or death was to be decided. Perhaps this was a sign from some unknown force, telling him that Oda Asagao would either be the beginning or the end of him.

Perhaps she would be the last thing he would see before leaving this world peacefully or perhaps she would carry him to the afterlife and into the pits of hell with her siren song and her dangerous words. He didn’t know.

He was playing with fire after all, selfish by staying by her side even though he shouldn’t have been allowed to. He was clouding her white light, binding her wings and making her fall to meet his level just because he couldn’t bear to be lonely.

How cruel he truly was, to not have the heart to set her free. It was too late now, the demon and the fallen angel, their fates had been sealed whether he liked it or not.

Reaching his fingers up, Dazai then ghosted across a strand of her falling hair before turning his head in curiosity. “Touché. Well, since you know so much let me ask you, love. What do you think is the most beautiful way to die?”

He wanted to know her answer, more than anyone before. Because he knew that she would answer honestly. She wouldn’t brush it off or disregard the meaning like everyone else.

Dying was a touchy subject it seemed, because although the boy craved it more than anything, it seemed whenever he brought up his little sad goal, no one ever gave him the answer he was looking for.

He didn’t want to be comforted or to hear that there was no beautiful way of death. No, he wanted perspective, real and true perspective. To see what constituted beauty for others, what that meant in terms of what he was searching for.

Because as much as he wished for peace and beauty in death, the boy didn’t know exactly what that meant. How strange it always was, searching for something so desperately even though he didn’t know the true extent of the meaning.

Waiting with bated breath, Dazai allowed her to silently think before the girl put a finger with a quiet and pensive hum. ““Hmmm, that’s a tough one..”

Then she closed her eyes before her lips curved into a confident beam of light. “I guess I would have to say a lovers suicide!”

And that light was blinding, mixing in with the makeshift halo behind her in order for Dazai to turn his head in confusion.He had never thought about that before. Hell, he didn’t even know the term. How curious. “Lovers suicide?”

Nodding to herself, Asa then lifted her pinky finger out in explanation. “Yeah, like a double suicide, you know? Because even if you deemed that the world was awful, you would still have to admit that there was at least one person that made the experience worth it, enough to want to follow them all the way to the afterlife.”

Then to prove her point, the girl simply reached down before interlocked Dazai’s pinky finger with her own, a small smile of her lips as the boy gazed at the sight in awestruck wonder.

Of course she would say something like that. Only Asagao could answer a question about death so hopefully and tragically captivating. Her desire to see the good, to twist the narrative into a positive one, they were extremely prevalent here.

But for once, Dazai didn’t mind it, he liked the idea of having someone to die with. The thought had never crossed his mind before, to have someone to treasure you enough to want to follow you until the very end. It sounded nice. Almost beautiful even, just like he wanted.

Testing out the words on his tongue, the boy whispered. “A double suicide..”

Nodding once, Asa pulled their interlocked pinkies towards her heart in reply. “Yeah! It’s romantically tragic in its own right, don’t you think?”

It was, it really was. In fact, it was so tragically perfect that Dazai knew he would’ve never had thought of such a thing himself. Simply because he wouldn't have allowed himself to think of something so nice and positive.

But now that it was spoken into the world, it couldn’t be forgotten. “I’ve never thought about that before. Do you really think someone would want to do that with me?”

Could it be, could someone really dedicate themselves to him to that extent, enough to give up everything, to walk hand and hand with him to the end of the line? No, that was impossible, no one wanted him, especially in that way.

Asa only shrugged her shoulders though. “You never know! Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

Then all at once, clarity seemed to flash in his eyes. “You’re right..”

That’s it, he just had to ask every woman he saw, then maybe one day he’d get lucky.

Reaching forward, Dazai then shifted his hands in order to grasp onto her wrist before meeting her eyes with a hopeful smile. “Hey Asa-chan! Do you wanna..”

Yet Asagao seemed to already know where he was going with his question, her hand immediately unlatching from his in order to playfully shove her palm into his face and push him back onto the ground. “Sorry Osu, I would do a lot of things for you but killing myself won’t bring me closer to my brother. The only death I’ll accept is one by your hand.”

Damn it, she had said that before, hadn’t she? Ah well, worth a shot.

Throwing his arms out with a child-ish whine, Dazai then pouted his lips at the rejection. “Boo, you give me such a good idea and then turn me down? That’s not very nice. I’m sad now.”

Asagao only laughed though, her tiny giggles taking up the space of his question before pointing a finger out in an offer of her own. “Well, we can’t have that. Oh, I know. How about we stop by the shop on the way home and I’ll buy you some canned crab to make up for it?”

And although it wasn’t what he wanted, her offer enticed him just as much, the boy’s eyes sparkling with pure joy in order to nod his head excitedly.

“Deal!”

——

Stepping through the door of Odasaku’s apartment, Asagao happily turned on the light, the plastic bag full of canned crab clinking together as she moved, only for Dazai to quickly take off his black mafia jacket and throw it on the ground.

And in the past couple weeks of them reuniting, the girl noticed Osamu's childish traits more and more, an action that made her strangely happy. Sure, she still wasn’t sure if he was being completely authentic but she couldn't deny that he at least looked more free when he did them.

In fact, their relationship had grown exponentially since the night Asa cared for him and took off his bandages. She was worried that by pushing that much she would’ve scared him away but it seemed to be the opposite, and for that she was grateful.

Now he came over whenever he pleased, without excuse, and without worry. She would make sure he ate and they would watch TV together and sometimes they would go out to spar like tonight. If anything, the two had definitely moved past the term strangers and into more of a friendship based relationship.

They understood each other, most of the time without words, and that was refreshing to both of them, considering no one else could do such an impossible thing. They were alike and yet so different depending on the circumstance. It was almost fascinating to think about.

She had never had that before, someone that understood so much with so little.

And where most people would call it invasive, Asagao saw his nosey and deductive attitude as a marvel. Although, she wasn’t sure if he felt the same way, considering she stepped out of boundaries before.

But those days seemed long gone as the girl turned back to Osamu only to pause when she noticed discolored tan stains on the bandages around his arms. Well, that was weird.

Reaching her hand up, Asagao then lightly touched his forearm, careful to keep her touch on the gauze as she inspected the source. “What is this?”

Although all she received was a boy-ish smile, filled with fake innocence. “Coffee?”

Almost immediately, something about his sentence seemed off, causing Asa to cock an eye with suspicion. “I didn’t even know you drank coffee..”

Then all at once, the boy nodded his head erratically, his lips moving at a mile a minute in order to give an over the top laugh. “Oh, yeah! I love it, I can’t get enough of it. That’s why I spilled some on me this morning. Oops, I’m so clumsy, aren’t I? Didn’t even notice it till now.”

Pouting his lips all at once, Dazai then whined to himself dramatically. “But now that you mention it, it feels really gross, like super uncomfortable. Asa-chan, you gotta save me! I don't know how I can go on like this..!”

His story was strange, considering she had never heard him speak about liking coffee before, nor did he ever choose that as his drink of choice. Usually it was just whiskey and any other alcohol he could get his hands on.

And what Asagao didn’t know was that she was completely right. In fact, Dazai had never touched the stuff before this morning. He didn’t love coffee, but the reason he had bathed himself in it was purposeful.

You see, ever since the first night Asagao changed his bandages, Dazai couldn’t get enough. He wanted that feeling back, the one that made him feel so safe and cared for. He couldn’t get it out of his head, and trust me, he had tried.

Which led him to taking matters into his own hands, aka finding ways to dirty his bandages so that he would have an excuse to give Asagao the next time he saw her.

At first it started with blood, making sure to purposely hurt his enemies in the most messy way possible in order to soil the white gauze, but then it moved to other things such as alcohol, and rolling around in dirt or dunking himself in nearby rivers.

And today’s plan involved coffee. He had gotten the idea when he saw one of his subordinates walk around the corner with one. So naturally, he ordered the guy to give it up in order to pour the lukewarm liquid on his arms with delightful glee.

Anything to get Asa to touch him like that again, to feel so important and special again. Was it underhanded? Possibly, but the boy knew he couldn’t just come out and ask for such an embarrassing thing.

Staying silent for a moment, he then watched as Asagao seemed to turn his wrist, examining the sight before she let him go with a smile. “I’ll go get the bandages. Meet you on the couch.”

And just like that, he had won yet again, causing the boy to practically skip to the plush cushions of the sofa, unable to hide his delight in song as he watched her go into Oda’s bedroom to receive the first aid kit. “Yay! Asa-chan is gonna help me, she’s gonna help me, yeah! Asa-chan is the best, she’s the very best, yeah!”

Once she turned the corner though, Asagao couldn’t help but close her eyes, already sensing his deceptive demeanor. No one spilled things that clumsily, especially Dazai. Which meant that it was for a purpose.

But because his actions didn’t seem self destructive, the girl chose to ignore them. It’s not like she minded changing out his bandages time and time again. In fact, she loved doing it, it made her feel closer to him.

Returning to the sofa, Asagao then placed herself beside him before placing the gauze on the table only for Dazai to immediately loosen his port mafia tie from his neck with one hand. “Lean closer, darling.”

So she did, the girl pushed her head closer to him so that he could slip off her glasses before unraveling the tie as she averted her gaze from his in silent wait.

Back in the warehouse she may have been able to look at him without her blurry barriers but now that she wasn’t distracted by the fight everything seemed way harder. She still couldn’t look at him head on like this, no matter how much she tried.

Dazai didn’t seem to mind though, his fingers only focused on securing the black tie around her eyes and into a firm knot as Asagao felt herself let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

So much better.

Then once her view was obstructed, Dazai couldn’t help but soften at the sight of her instant compliance each and every time.

He loved how she never protested to such a strange request, how she never judged him for not being able to do this without the blindfold. No, she knew that he needed this to continue and Dazai was grateful for that.

Once it was done, Asagao moved her fingers towards the coffee stained coverings before slowly undoing each bind as Dazai felt his breath hitch inside his throat at the emotionally intimate contact.

And even though they had done this exchange about a dozen times, each one felt like the very first. It never got easier, it never made his ears stop ringing and his skin stop shivering.

But like some psychotic masochistic man, Dazai never pulled away, his eyes always entranced with her careful and respectful moves, each calculated, each with a certain intent.

He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it, the way she cherished him.

Because as scary as it was, her gentle non judgemental fingers gave him a sense of calm along with the chaos. They terrified him and yet they always soothed him in every kind of mitch matched way.

They reached down to the deepest part of his soul, the one he didn’t know existed and embraced it in a warm and welcoming hug. And though the warmth was uncomfortable and foreign, he didn’t outright hate it anymore.

In fact it was quite the opposite, the boy wanted to run to it, he wanted to jump head first into that dangerous and vulnerable place and never return. He was addicted in every possible way, addicted to the idea of being held by her forever.

This was all her fault, how could she? Making him experience such a life changing feeling, he knew this would happen, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist this once he had it. How dare she, how dare she make him feel such weak and fragile emotions again.

How dare she coax him into thinking he deserved such a wonderful experience like this?

Those thoughts made him want to be protected by her hands forever, and with the low murmur of the TV in the background and the sickeningly sweet sound of Asagao’s hum to break through the noise, Osamu did feel exactly that.

Protected.

Slowly and without words, Asagao then hummed to herself in order to wrap the fresh clean bandages around his arms before securing the sight and pulling down her blindfold. “Do you feel better now?”

He simply nodded, still in a daze as Asagao smiled softly in return before replacing her glasses. “Good, I’m glad.”

A soft silence appeared then as the two kids allowed it to fill the room in order to turn their attention to the screen that was playing the latest anime episode of the show that they had been interested in lately.

This was nice, just being with him, relaxing without a care in the world. It made the foreign walls of her brother’s apartment feel more personal and belonging. Hopefully it was the same for Osamu also.

Just then, the sounds from the TV snapped her back to reality, watching as the the main character clapped excitedly as the room around her revealed her friends and family, all of them wishing her a happy birthday in joyish surprise. Aw, how cute. They planned all that out for her.

The sight couldn’t help make Asagao pause though, realizing something almost immediately. “Hey, Samu. Now that I think about it, when is your birthday? My brother never said in his letters and I’ve always been curious.”

Yet that’s when she watched Dazai pause, his voice rather dead and monotone, as if he was mentally waving the question away. “Oh, it was five months ago.”

Feeling her face fell in horror, Asa shook her head in denial. “W-Wait..I missed it..?”

No, that couldn’t be. That meant that during the time they were apart he celebrated his birthday by himself? How sad. No one even knew and he just let it pass like nothing, didn’t he?

Wait. That meant that Dazai was now sixteen, didn't it? She didn’t even realize.

It didn’t matter that he never mentioned it until now, how could possibly let such a thing pass so quietly without a word? Now she felt awful. “Oh no, I’m so sorry Samu! What kind of fake girlfriend am I? I didn’t even say happy birthday to you. What is wrong with me, I should've asked sooner, I should’ve..”

Yet the boy only cut her off though, his tone clearly dismissive. “Don’t worry about it. Celebrating life is stupid anyways.”

But how could she not worry about it? That was an impossible task, one that she knew she couldn't complete “B-But..I..”

Dazai only pushed a finger to her lips though, stopping any sense of self hatred she was about to utter before shaking his head.“I already said don’t worry your pretty little head, love. Now, stop that frown or else you’ll turn ugly like Chuuya.”

Then the boy simply smiled before flopping his head onto her lap comfortably in order to turn towards the TV and ignore the conversation completely. “Now, shush, pillows aren’t supposed to be noisy.”

And when the air turned silent once more, it was far more solemn as Asagao absently moved her hand to his hair with an unsatisfied sigh.

But for Dazai, the topic had already left his mind as the soothing feeling of her hand on his hair caused his eyes to grow heavier and heavier with bliss, immediately getting lost in the soft caresses and lulling touch.

How could he think about anything when her magic had already utterly captivated him?

Feeling Osamu’s head sink further into the safety of her lap, Asagao felt her eyes soften at the sleeping boy before thinking back to her previous question.

And though Dazai seemed to forget about it, she could not, his sad little words consuming her mind all at once.

Celebrating life is stupid anyways

Closing her eyes with dissatisfaction, Asagao then shook her head, not liking the implications of his words as she wished to change them even so.

And she would change them, she had to.

“But it’s not just any life, it’s your life. ”

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[mammon-enjoyer]

B i t e    F o r c e

Featuring: (Yandere) Idia Shroud, Reader (Ungendered), Reader’s Bully

(Sorry if this was short)

Warnings:

Gore, Dog attacks, Reader is Bullied, Torture, Non major character death, 

Word count:  1026 

Description: Idia unalives someone for you but with dogs.

Day 1: Pushed too far

POV: 3rd Person

(Name)rushed out of the classroom, late for Mr. Trein’s class. Why? Because of Floyd Leech’s behavior, he’d unfortunately gotten the idea of creating a new potion which splashed all over Mr.Crewel’s new carpet, and the unfortunate soul having to clean up his mess was his lab partner: (Name).

(Name) ran through the corridors, swerving left and right to reach their destination before crashing into something.

"Oi! The hell are you doing!” The man rudely asked, (Name) recognized his voice immediately: (Bully’s Name).

“Ah…(Bully’s Name), what are you doing here?” 

“Move it loser!” The bully called out before abruptly closing the distance between his hand and (Name)’s face. “Tch, serves you right.” Before (Name) could even retort back; the bully had already moved on and gotten to their class (while (Name) was in shock).

Of course (Name) was angry, but what could they do? Chase the bully? Nah, that’d make them look like the bad guy.

No matter, (Name) moved forward to their classroom - already late as it is.

One hour and 15 minutes later (Name) walked to their next class - finally. And who did they have the pleasure to meet this time? The one and only gamer of the year - Idia Shroud - on his way to get snacks - in secret, of course.

“Oh, hey Idia!” The prefect said, greeting the male. “A-a-ah! (N-n-name)... Um.. uh.. w-what are you d-doing here?” the shy male asked, clearly without his tablet. 

Idia was just going to make an excuse to leave - his hair already getting pinker - but stopped himself when seeing the small bruise on the others face.

“W-who.. who did that?” he asked, nervously but less than before. “Oh, this? (Bully’s Name) did it. I got into a bit of a fight with him earlier.” (Name) stated.

“Oh…” was all that Idia could mutter out of him - his hair changing into a mix between violet and red.

The two of them chatted a bit before Idia left to finally play his game, well, that’s what he told them.

POV: Idia

“Ugh! I just can’t with that loser. They're so f-tier that it’s hilarious!” I grumbled to Ortho - my one true friend - hating on that loser; (Bully’s Name).

He was so f-tier, like seriously even (Anime Character’s Name) is better than them! And I hate that character.

Their so f-tier that they don’t deserve to touch (Name) - only the best SSR character alive, like seriously. How could (Bully’s Name) even hate on them? Their so amazing that any time I talk to them I get butterflies in my stomach - they even get me to say normie stuff like that!

They’re so cool!

…

(Bully’s Name) shouldn’t have even touched them, I wish that was me.

(Bully’s Name) shouldn’t be alive for touching them.

Wait…

“Ortho! Can you get me three Doberman Pinchers?”

POV: 3rd Person

(Name) walked back to Ramshackle Dorm, finally done with their classes. Then they heard something strange, like, screams? No that can’t be it, right?

“Oi (Name), I want to check that out! Maybe there’s food there!” Grim gladly chirped, already on his way there. (Name) couldn’t even yell “wait” before he - Grim - was halfway there. 

“Guess I have to take care of Grim, that rascal…” the prefect said as they followed their cat.

And what they found was not the surprise they were waiting for.

There he was, (Bully’s Name), screaming. Why?

Because there three Doberman Pinschers were eating at his feet.

His body was mangled, head barely visible from the blood pouring from his skull. He has bite marks all over his body. His skull is slightly visible.

He screamed like a banshee, feet slowly peeling off. 

Once the dogs were finished with the feet - the bone showing, blood flooding from all over, his feet hanging on by the thread - the dogs went to his cheeks.

All that the poor boy could say while the dogs were eating his face off was: “H-help” with a bloody nose and blood bubbling up through his mouth, gurgling sounds could be heard from the boy.

(Name) felt a hand on their shoulder, scared they turned around. “Hey (Name), don’t worry, they won’t hurt you no more.” Idia’s tablet talked, Idia himself behind it.

“W-what…?” The prefect could only listen so much to what Idia said, the gurgling sounds in the background drowning out most of his voice. “I’m like a S-tier hero now, right?” Idia chuckled lightly.

Meanwhile the poor bully was being mangled by the dogs. Now having his stomach opened up and eaten alive.

Barely alive he tried to call for help, but no one came. No one cared for this bully, and no one will. 

His intestines were ripped out, eaten by the three dogs. The dogs didn’t care though, didn’t care about how much the boy screamed to whoever to help. They didn’t care when they ripped out his lungs and slowly tore apart the meat, blood flowing out of the poor boy's body.

“Y-you! You did this.” Was all that the prefect could manage to get out. “Yeah, duh. That’s why like in the anime manga (Manga Name) you should marry the hero, like you know, me lol.” Idia muttered out of his tablet, his hair behind it lighting up in a light pink.

“N-no way! You’re a psycho!” (Name) screamed out.

Name pushed Idia away - making him fall down - before running as fast as their legs could hold them.

“Help!” They screamed. 

All that the poor man left on the ground - Idia - could muster up after (Name) left him was; 

“I’ll get you my SSR character. No matter how many pulls I have to do, or how many other monsters I have to defeat.”

Thank you for reading!

Feel free to ask any questions in the comments!

Hope you have a wonderful day.

#twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #Yandere #Yandere Idia shroud #yandere character #yandere male #twisted wonderland #idia shroud #bully #dogs #doberman #doberman pinscher

[band--psycho]

Jax Teller x Reader-A Very Special Valentines Day

Another story for the lovely @wild-rose-35 with the prompt Valentines Day proposal for my Valentines Day Drabble Writing Challrnge!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Today was Valentine’s Day. 

At first Y/n thought Jax had forgotten, which she would’ve understood given everything that was happening with the club. 

But then Clay popped back to the garage after a meeting he had,  to give Gemma some flowers, before saying ‘happy valentines day’ to her. 

Right in front of them.

And still Jax said nothing. 

When Y/n asked what their plan was for tonight; Jax just glanced up at her and said “It’s gonna be a late one just grab whatever you want.”

That’s why Y/n went to Lylas. 

She needed to be somewhere other than home just for a little bit; but then Opie arrived and Y/n took that as her cue to go back home. 

Whilst driving home, thoughts flooded she thought about what to say to Jax….she wondered if she’d done something wrong…and then, as she pulled up outside their home,  the most heartbreaking thought popped into her mind. What if she walked through the door to only be met with the words her heart couldn’t bear to hear….We’re over….

She wished she could stay in the car forever; avoiding the conversation her mind had persuaded her was going to happen, but she couldn’t avoid him forever. 

‘It’s better to know the truth,’ Y/n thought to herself as she got out of the car and opened the door to their home.

At first; she thought she’d wandered into an alternate reality because when she opened the door, she was greeted to an entirely different scenario than what she had expected.

Rose petals were scattered over the floor;  fairy lights were hanging on the walls, clipped with pictures of them they’d taken with each other throughout the years.

And in the center of the kitchen counter was a very cute little Valentine’s Day card.

“Did you really think I’d forget?” Jax asked behind her. 

Making Y/n turn around instantly, only for her to see Jax kneeling down on one knee…

“Jax…?” She breathed, tentatively walking towards him, trying to stop her heart from beating out of her chest. 

“Y/n Y/l/n,” he began, pulling a black box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the most beautiful ring Y/n had ever seen.

“Will you marry me?”

In that moment, Y/n forgot how to breathe, she was expecting to have Jax breaking up with her this evening not proposing to her. 

But here he was, doing just that. 

He hadn’t forgotten; this had been his plan all along. 

“Of course I will,” Y/n answered with a beaming smile, happy tears forming  in her y/e/c eyes as Jax stood up and put the gorgeous ring on Y/n's slightly shaky hand before placing a passionate kiss on Y/n's lips, whispers of love and affection shared between them.

This was certainly not how Y/n thought her Valentine’s Day would end…but she wouldn’t change it for the world. 

Tagging:

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#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagines #sons of anarchy imagine #jax teller soa #soa jax teller #jax teller imagines #jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader

[oneatlatime]

The Chase part 2

Apologies for the technical problems. Battery power must be conserved for necessities, which unfortunately does not include Avatar. But the power's back on now, so!

Picking up from Toph treating a senior citizen like a snooker ball...

I do like how Mai's not shy about participating in Ty Lee's nonsense.

The way Zuko Jr. says "I'll follow this trail" is very menacing.

We're continuing last week's cowboy theme.

This village has the same menacing single windchime as the village in the Spirit World Part One did.

This was may more satisfying than I was expecting! It was completely unfair how easily the Fire Nation ladies defeated Sokka & Katara so getting Appa'd was a nice payoff.

No disability unmocked this episode. Also nice stance from the lizard.

This whole scene with Toph and Iroh has the most beautiful backgrounds. I sense phone wallpapers in my future.

Forget about the visuals, every line of this exchange was golden. Two towering pillars of wisdom and emotional maturity meet for tea and not a soul goes untouched. Also a nice moment of calm in an otherwise frantic episode.

Can this PLEASE be the rock bottom for Zuko. I can only take so much more second hand embarrassment.

Fully-provisioned princess of the fire nation v. sleep-deprived half trained avatar v. starving outlaw who seems to have forgotten to bring his swords, the only weapon he's good at. Place your bets, folks!

Zuko in a nutshell.

Ok so we're getting the whole gang back together.

The whole whole gang.

The whole whole whole gang.

How the hell did they mess up six on one?!?!

A princess can't surrender with honour when she doesn't have any!

That was kind of Katara to offer to help. I didn't expect that.

Final Thoughts

This episode doesn't let up once. Even the break with Toph and Iroh having tea doesn't do much to dispell the rising tension from the chase. The musical stinger that plays over the title card was a surprise bit of foreshadowing in that way.

That tank thing was neat. Shame about what it contained, but that's a really cool design.

Poor Appa was once again the MVP this episode. It was uncomfortable watching him get so exhausted.

It seems like the thin veneer of level-headedness cultivated by Katara over the last season or so is indeed quite thin. It was interesting to see how the different characters reacted to being tired. Sokka was alternatively amped up and completely chilled out, Aang got quiet (until he felt Appa was being insulted), Katara reverted to her early season one characterisation. It's hard to say with Toph, because we've only known her one episode (it feels like more) but I think she just got more Toph-like.

Please let this be the end in Zuko's experiment with independence. He's not good at it. He needs uncle. Points for trying, but he failed, so please bring uncle back.

Sokka low key wins this episode. He's the one with sense, the only one who stays clear-headed when it counts, and it turns out that clear head of his can defeat the pokey thing Ty Lee does.

I don't know how much time is supposed to have passed between picking up Toph and the start of this episode, but I can't help but feel that Toph really got the short end of the stick here. She did give up everything, even if much of what she gave up was not that great for her personally. And in return she got to travel in a way that completely blinds her and get yelled at. Meeting Iroh was a nice consolation prize.

Now I kind of want a story where Toph doesn't come back to the Gaang and instead goes around unleashing bending hell on the earth kingdom.

Was there no b plot or c plot this episode? Everything kind of collided in the final couple of scenes, which I did not see coming.

Frantic is the word I keep coming back to for this episode. Everything fit together nicely. I'll definitely rewatch it when I have the chance to do so in one sitting, without unforseen technical problems.

#the risk I took was calculated #but man am I bad at math #atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the chase #laptop was at 31% so I wasn't taking any chances #Note to self: stop putting of looking at a backup power supply #stupid utilities company is currently doing “intermittent network repairs” which apparently translates to killing the grid #every saturday and wednesday #but never the same time on those days #I'm going to clean up part 1 now

[2smolbeans]

A general thought I had was- Yandere Grand Admiral Leviathan would be fucking terrifying for demons and ESPECIALLY sailors who come into contact with him.

Btw: this was unedited so sorry for any grammar mistakes lmao--

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I can just imagine for the sailors- that whenever their admiral leader is on edge, it can be literally about ANYTHING. Whether it's about a new unfortunate lover he's taken an interest in, he brought said important lover to the navy, someone looked at his lover or him in the wrong way, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed or any big or small issue that might be an inconvenience to him.

Depending on how Leviathan's mood is, the sailors have to stay on their toes. They don't want to upset him, at the end of the day, Leviathan is a military man, one of the eldest seven deadly sins- it isn't so far fetched to assume he knows more than enough about inflicting pain and suffering. After all, he's done it to so many humans and demons for so many years and still does to this day. They don't want to face any wrath at all from their great leader, especially when Leviathan, on multiple occasions, has displayed the consequences of annoying him in just the slightest of ways.

The worst part is- depending on what Leviathan does to them- they have to live with that forever. Unfortunately, they can not DIE. They already died on earth and are now immortal for as long as their soul exists.

So, of course, hell knows that the poor demons do not want to face the eternal torment that could easily be avoided if they play their cards right.

Knowing now what these poor sailors have at stake, do you wanna know why they're terrified of an MC that Leviathan has taken an obsession to?

Well as it is known, Leviathan is the avatar of envy, he is the full essence and embodiment of jealousy. Anything, and I mean ANYTHING could set him off into a fit of rage if a sailor either looks, touches, interacts, stays even a centimeter too long around Mc, attracts Mc's attention, and hell even mention them in any form or way. The moment Mc's name comes off any of their mouths, they better hope that Leviathan doesn't catch word of it, or else they would face severe punishments. And who knows how long they could last...

That's why if Mc were to come abroad to the navy, you best believe that they would avoid them like the plague. Although if Mc were to try to escape Leviathan while they were at the navy, it's in their protocol that they find you and bring you back to him as fast as possible or risk Leviathan taking his anger out on them or getting thrown at sea.

The oceans Devildom are not at all swimmable or friendly. A second in the waters could lead to a demon suffering from acidic poisoning from the toxic waters, creatures of the deep, and the harsh crashing waves.

Another note I'd like to make is that Leviathan falls in love EASILY and goes through mortal human lovers like tissue paper. So it's probably common for the sailors and navy workers to see a new Mc daily.

Now, let's say Leviathan was to obsess or find an interest in a demon- worst case one of his sailors or workers. You can say that the demon's co-workers and colleagues are going to either:

A) wish you a fair well in their minds

B) Avoid you as much as possible

C) Make sure that you don't do anything dumb to upset their Admiral Captain

D) There's not much actually they can do..

However, there's some good news for the demon that Leviathan happens to adore. That being if they ever wanted to get revenge on a demon they have a vendetta with, they can have Leviathan arrange a nice 'meeting'.

They could also go around Devildom with the privilege of getting supplies and things for free if Leviathan puts a pact mark or seal on them!

Last and the best of them all..constant solitary confinement alone with just Leviathan and his office or room...Yay..?

But overall, as long as you don't capture Leviathan's attention- whether it be romantic or not- you can survive hell peacefully for just another day!

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Note: If there's more that you would want me to add to or to continue from this- let me know!

I do plan on writing more Grand Admiral yandere Levi in the future- but for now if you have suggestions feel free!

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#obey me #obey me yandere #obey me leviathan #grand admiral leviathan #yandere leviathan #yandere grand admiral leviathan #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere obey me #obey me headcanons #yandere obey me leviathan #yandere obey me levi

[ashensgrotto]

Ashensgrotto's Master list

I've decided to write out a master list of all of my writings as well as ones that are a work in progress (WIP). Here, you will have links to all of my stories as well as link to several Ao3 exclusives (because, honestly, I can't post everything on here.)

The following stories and their links are works of fiction. I disagree anyone that justifies the following behaviors which are represented in these stories that are, but not limited to: rape/non-consent/dub-consent, possessive/controlling/dominating behaviors, and manipulation.

I advise anyone under the age of eighteen NOT to interact with this blog.

Twisted Wonderland

Yandere Soulmate AU (Azul Ashengrotto)

Am I Feeling Love?

Protective

Poor Unfortunate Souls (Part A & Part B)

Never Had a Friend (Like Me) Part A , Part B , & Part C

Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder - TBA

Hero to Zero - TBA

Once Upon a Dream - TBA

The Sea's Sacrifice (Octrio)

A Merfolk's Melody (Octrio)

Raison D’être (Azul Ashengrotto) - Ao3 Exclusive

Aequoreal (Octrio) - WIP

The Promises We Made (Azul Ashengrotto) - WIP

Weren't You Aware, Angelfish? (Azul Ashengrotto)

Other Stories

Monsters of the Mind (At Dead of Night OC x Character) - Ao3 Exclusive

For the Departed (Disney's Phantom Manor/Haunted Mansion) - Ao3 Exclusive, WIP

Pumpkin Eater (An Original Story) - Ao3 Exclusive

Monophobia (A Short Story/Poem)

The Vampire's Rose (An Original Story, Part 1 of The Twisted Tales Trilogy) - Ao3 Exclusive

The Wolf's Ruby Veil (Original Story, Part 2 of the Twisted Tales Trilogy) - Ao3 Exclusive, WIP

Headcannons/Asks

Yandere Overblot Boys Part 1 & Part 2

#grotto business #twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere floyd leech x reader #yandere jade x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: abuse #tw: yandere #masterlist #tw: violence #original story #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction writer #tw: injury

[its-to-the-death]

Villain Song Showdown Round 4

With another round, we grow closer and closer to the brackets being united. Right now, we're in the semifinals for the individual brackets. Here is the updated version:

I'm going to start releasing all the polls on one day. Round 4 polls will go up on Sunday, February 25. That's a ways away from now but I have a lot of work to catch up on and I'd rather promise you guys a feasible date than run late on a sooner date.

Also, since there aren't so many rounds, I can start linking the polls to the round master post! Those will be below the cut and the bracket master posts will still be updated too so they can be found there as well.

Be nice and have fun!

Bracket A Semifinals

Coraline (Coraline) vs The Plagues (The Prince of Egypt)

Sweet Transvestite (Rocky Horror Picture Show) vs Poor Unfortunate Souls (The Little Mermaid)

Bracket B Semifinals

The Pitiful Children (Be More Chill) vs Nothing Left to Lose (Tangled the Series)

The Phantom of the Opera (The Phantom of the Opera) vs Want You Gone (Portal 2)

Bracket C Semifinals

Friends on the Other Side (The Princess and the Frog) vs No Good Deed (Wicked)

Oogie Boogie's Song (The Nightmare Before Christmas) vs Confrontation (Jekyll and Hyde the musical)

Bracket D Semifinals

Ready As I'll Ever Be (Tangled the Series) vs This Day Aria (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Professional Pirate (Muppet Treasure Island) vs The Torture Tango (Spies Are Forever)

Bracket E Semifinals

When You're Good to Mama (Chicago) vs Be Prepared (The Lion King)

In the Dark of the Night (Anastasia) vs Still Alive (Portal)

Bracket F Semifinals

Cell Block Tango (Chicago) vs The Smell of Rebellion (Matilda)

We Both Reached for the Gun (Chicago) vs Mother Knows Best (Tangled)

Bracket G Semifinals

Hellfire (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) vs Stars (Les Miserables)

Kick It Up a Notch (Starship) vs Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Bracket H Semifinals

My Lullaby (The Lion King 2) vs Last Midnight (Into the Woods)

Why We Build the Wall (Hadestown) vs Davy Jones' theme (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

#villain song showdown #villain song showdown round 4 #brackets

[freshtomatoesddd]

Mizu X Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a hunter living in a village near Kyoto. One day you go out to get firewood when a snowstorm sets in, but a mysterious traveler agrees to help you back. You give him food and shelter as thanks, but his stay lasts longer than expected.

Winter was the worst time of year. The wind grew colder, carrying snow that piled up in a matter of days. You used to love winter, it was the only time of year your father didn’t take you hunting. Now you know why, now you know animals hated winter as much as you did, preferring to hibernate than deal with the harsh weather. Unfortunately, you didn’t have that option. You needed to eat, but how could you when there was nothing to hunt? Whatever. Thinking about it would only get you worked up. You need to conserve your energy for the rest of the season.

Like the bright individual you were, you decided to go cut firewood in the middle of a storm. Not like you had much of a choice. You ran out the previous day, but decided it was a problem for another day. Well the next day arrived, and you needed firewood. Despite wearing three layers, the cold bit into your skin. Your fingers grew numb as you gripped the axe, struggling to gather enough breath to cut down a single tree. What the hell were you even doing? Just look for smaller wood. You smacked your forehead. Duh!  

In a stroke of pure luck, you managed to find perfectly cut firewood in the middle of the forest. The remnants of a fireplace sat nearby, probably a traveler who left from the cold. Whatever the case, you gathered the wood and made your way back. The storm had grown fiercer, winds whistling past you as you struggled to see through the snow. What a nightmare. At this rate you’ll get lost and freeze to death, all because you didn’t want to cut firewood yesterday. 

A blue figure stood in the distance, their cloak blowing in the wind. Initially you ignored them, but as the storm picked up you quickly realized there was no making it back to the village. Against your better judgment, you approached the figure. Maybe he can help. He hadn't moved an inch since you first saw him. A wooden hat obscured his features, his feet dug into the snow.

You cleared your throat. "Excuse me?"

The man said nothing, not even nodding in reply.  He raised his head to get a better look at you, revealing what his comically large hat was hiding. The orange glasses did a poor job at hiding his eye color, a dark blue that started through your soul. Every bone in your body froze, paralyzed under his piercing gaze. What's up with his eyes? Was he white? No, he looked…mixed. You looked down, your gaze falling upon the sword on his waist. Great. He wasn't just half-white, he was a swordsman too. If he wanted, he could cut you down right here and now. A lump slid down your throat; you better not give him a reason to. 

"What?" he uttered. 

"Uh." You took a step back, not wanting to stand too close to this mysterious swordsman. Unfortunately you still needed his help, and you scrambled for the right words. "I'm lost, but my village is nearby. Can you help me?"

Something about him that sent a chill down your spine. He wasn’t moved by the winds or the snow, standing firm like an oak tree in the middle of a storm. “Does your village happen to be near Kyoto?” he said, his voice nearing a whisper.

You nodded. “Well, it’s not super close but close enough, I guess.”

The man lifted his head, just enough for you to get another glimpse at his eyes. What an intense, unforgiving gaze. It stared right through you, like he wasn’t even considering you. After what felt like an eternity, he finally gave his answer. 

“Very well.” He walked past you. “Show me the way.”

Relief washed over you. It was stupid to rely on a stranger to lead you home, especially a man, but it’s not like you had a choice. Besides, he didn’t seem so bad. Most men would have jumped on you the moment they realized you were lost, but he paid it no mind. He didn’t seem like the type to care about many things. 

You noticed that his kimono was worn and muddied, and so was his cloak. His feet dug deep into the snow, allowing him to push past the roaring winds. Who was this man? More importantly, what’s his name? In your haste you forgot to ask him, which was pretty rude now that you think about it.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Mizu,” he muttered. 

His voice was so soft you could barely hear it through the howling wind. ‘Mizu?’ A strange name for a strange man. 

“And what’s your name?” Mizu asked.

You told him your name and he nodded, continuing his trek through the snow. ‘He’s quiet too.’ Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad.

Navigating through the storm was difficult, but thankfully Mizu helped you back before your fingers fell off. It was ironic. You lived here, but you needed someone else's help to get home. Then again, there wasn't much to return to. The village was just a collection of 10 to 15 homes.

"What a small village," Mizu muttered. There was something in his voice, a certain disdain you couldn't put your finger on. "Where's your house?"

You took him to your house. It was a small wooden hut with two rooms: the main room and the bedroom. Snow slipped its way inside, the gale making it hard to close the door. Mizu helped, easily slamming it shut. He was quite strong for a skinny guy, so strong that you didn't expect the door to close so quickly and fell forward. 

Mizu caught you before your head knocked against the door. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, thanks."

He looked at you. A hint of concern glimmered through his orange glasses, even if it was for a moment. 

"I see." He let go and sat at the edge of the room. "Please let me know when the food is done."

"Oh, alright…"

You went to the fireplace and quickly lit a fresh fire. It was exactly what you needed after spending who knows how long in that snowstorm. Too long, that's for sure. The cold melted from your skin as you rubbed your hands together, and you stole a glance at your mysterious guest. He'd taken off his hat and set it aside, along with his cloak, but his glasses stayed on. 

Mizu was an observant man. He must've known you noticed his eye color back in the snowstorm, so why bother keeping the glasses on?   

"Is something wrong?" he asked. 

You looked back to the fireplace. A part of you wanted to lie and say nothing's wrong, but you were a horrible liar, so it was better to tell the truth. Hopefully he wouldn't cut you down for it. "Why do you wear those?"

"I'm sure you know why."

You hesitated. "I just want to know why."

A long silence filled the air. Mizu said, "You don't want to see me without them."

"How are you so sure?"

"How are you sure you won't recoil in fear when I do," he retorted.

He was right. You didn't know if you'd be afraid or feel the opposite, but there was one thing you knew. 

"You helped me in the snowstorm when you could've easily let me die. I don't want to make you feel like you have to hide something about yourself," you fumbled for the right words, "I'm just trying to be nice."

"Enough," Mizu spat. "I don't need your pity."

It wasn’t pity; it was the farthest thing from pity. What you felt was gratitude. Sure he was strangely quiet, but if he hadn’t helped you then you would’ve been a frozen corpse on the side of the road. But it wasn’t your place to talk about this. The two of you just met, after all. Offending him was the last thing you wanted, so you said nothing. You looked at the fire. It was large enough; time to start cooking.

You placed a pot atop the fire, letting it heat up before dumping in some water. There were some dried meats and vegetables in storage, so dried meat stew it was. You went to the back and brought out the ingredients, laying them out on a small wooden counter. The meat was ready to cook and the water was boiling, all you had to do was cut up the vegetables. Much like collecting firewood, you completely forgot to sharpen the knife. Not because you’re lazy or anything, you just can’t find the energy to in-between hunting and chopping wood. The life of a hunter was a tiring one, and boring too. Nothing ever happens in this village, and the things that do are just typical neighborhood gossip. 

Pain stung your finger. Blood dripped onto the counter. Damn. Thinking about neighborhood gossip left you distracted, and you ended up cutting yourself. It didn’t hurt, but now dinner preparations would be delayed. Just great. You’re stuck in the middle of a snowstorm, the tips of your fingers are freezing even inside, and you can’t eat anything to warm up. 

“You’re bleeding,” Mizu said.

You wrapped your finger in some cloth. “Sorry, I guess dinner will have to wait.”

He looked at the cutting board. “It’s alright, I'll do it.”

“But you’re my guest.”

“It’s better than not eating.” He picked the knife up. “I’ll call you when it’s done. In the meantime, take care of your finger.”

Despite the knife’s dull edge, he cut through the vegetables without issue. You took his advice and dressed your wound, wrapping it in some gauze before returning to the main room. 

Mizu was stirring the pot, tasting occasionally to season. The vegetables were already mixed in, and so were the meats. He briefly turned to you before his attention returned to the pot, eyeing it so it wouldn't burn. A man who knew how to cook? That’s like seeing a dragon in real life.

“The fire is too hot,” he said, “Next time you should keep it low.”

You sat beside him. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I can do a lot of things.”

“Like what?”

Mizu shrugged. 

“Can you chop wood?”

He nodded.

“Do you know how to clean?”

“That’s specific.”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing a guy cook, and do other stuff like that.”

“You mean housework? Everyone should know.”

You lit up. “Exactly! It’s so annoying. When my father used to make me do everything. Cooking, cleaning, decorating–even though we have nothing to decorate with.”

A chuckle slipped past Mizu’s lips. “I know the feeling.”

You raised a curious brow. “You do?”

“Yeah.” He paused. “I used to…work for someone, he made me do things like that.”

“You were a servant?”

“Not exactly?”

“A slave?”

He gave you a glare.

You tried to laugh it off. “Haha, sorry.”

Mizu’s gaze returned to the pot. He was silent for a moment, like he was digging up old memories. “He treated me kindly. Up to a point, anyway.”

“What do you mean?” You were definitely overstepping now.

Thankfully he didn’t pay it any mind, he just kept stirring. The stew had a thick consistency, dried meats and vegetables swimming in the dark brown soup. Mizu set the spoon down, and behind his sapphire eyes you caught a glimpse of something you've never seen from him, vulnerability. 

“I helped him around the house. It didn’t end well.”

You sensed that there was more to it, but didn’t want to push. “I think the stew’s ready.”

Mizu nodded. You poured him a bowl before having one yourself.  A wave of umami swept you into a trance. The meat was sweet and savory, the vegetables had absorbed the stew’s flavors perfectly, and the soup itself was hearty. It was exactly what you needed on a cold winter night. 

“This is so good,” you said. 

“It’s alright.” He grabbed your plate. “Let me wash it for you.”

“Are you sure? It’s my house, let me do it.”

Mizu insisted. “I’m sheltering in your home, eating your food. This is the least I can do.”

How strange. Not only was he soft spoken, polite, and knew how to cook–he was also nice. Normally this would set off alarms in your head. A man being nice usually meant he had ulterior motives, but you didn’t get that impression from Mizu. He didn’t look at you with desire nor indifference. You weren’t used to men like him; you didn’t even know they existed. Yet there he was, cooking you dinner and washing your dishes because you let him stay the night. 

“You’re very polite,” you said.

Mizu set the dishes under the counter. He returned to the fire, warming his hands. “I try to be.”

There wasn’t anything else to say, so you joined him by the fire. The cold bit into your skin, a shiver running down your spine. You rubbed your hands, wondering if there would ever be an escape from winter. With the animals hibernating, the chances of catching any game were slim to none. It won’t be until late winter–when the ice starts melting–that you’d see animals again. Until then there would be nothing to hunt; no food. This was going to be tough a winter. Another breeze wisped by, another shiver running through you. 

“Are you cold?” Mizu asked.

“It's nothing.”

Mizu grabbed his cloak, his voice low from the cold. “Here.”

“Oh, I can’t–”

He handed you his cloak. “Take it.”

You sensed he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so you didn’t. You took his cloak. It was large and billowy, easily helping you warm up. 

“Thank you.”

Mizu nodded. He walked to the corner of the room and laid down. “Good night.”

“Are you sleeping on the floor?”

“Yes.”

“I have a spare futon in the bedroom, you can sleep there.”

He hesitated, but sleeping on a warm mattress was too tempting an offer to turn down. "Thank you. "

You took him to the bedroom and laid out the spare futon. It was something you often did for your late father, like second nature. Because of that there was little distance between the mattresses, something you hadn't realized before you laid it out. 

Damn. You didn't want to give the wrong impression, so you tried to push the other futon farther away. Mizu noticed your apprehension but thankfully said nothing. He simply thanked you once you were done and lied down, eager to sleep on something soft after a long time.

It was strange sleeping next to a stranger, but you were relieved. Mizu hadn't read into your intentions, and you got to repay his kindness. You even caught yourself thinking it's a shame that he'd leave in the morning. If it were possible, you'd like to cook him a proper meal before he leaves–without cutting your finger.  

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#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu bes #fan fiction

[kisha-myers]

Chapter Two: Fire Alarm

Your night hadn't gotten much better, and quite frankly you knew today wouldn't be any better. It was four in the morning and your entire building was sounding off an alarm - one your fogging reminded was a fire alarm. When your eyes registered the time, you simply rolled back over and almost fell back asleep until a steady pounding at your door summoned you. You groaned, throwing an arm over your face and huffing, "Why? Why is it me you must torture?" You whined to no one in particular although your mind sent the thought to whatever deity or strictly the universal being that was willing to listen.

With sleep coated eyes you threw your plush comforter off of you, slipped into your raccoon slippers, and stalked off begrudgingly towards the consistent though now frantic pounding at your door. The closer you got the loud it became, the rhythmic pounding causing the beginnings of an unfortunate migraine to form just behind your left eye. Your fingers twitched, your left hand reaching out and throwing open the door, mouth open and ready to give a snarky remark to the poor unfortunate soul that stood before you.

Your brain shut down as you looked up into those uncomfortably deep sky blue eyes, your own eyes filling with confusion at the pure panic that seared into his. No words were exchanged, his arms wrapped around you faster than you could process, lifting you into his arms like you weighed absolutely nothing. When you finally gathered what was happening, your eyes widened, your arms and legs acting on their own accord and latching onto him. You fought back a giggle in your groggy state as you equated yourself to a koala latched onto a eucalyptus tree - a silly notion indeed.

It wasn't until he stepped onto the first floor you realized there was smoke rolling past you both, the soot burning your lungs and forcing you to naturally nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. You faintly felt his muscles tense before the cold night air accosted your poorly clothed self. It was at this moment you remember you had fallen asleep in a pair of black spandex short shorts and a thin f/c tank top. Your face warmed considerably, a lively vermillion hue painting its way from one ear to the other - if you had to guess you were sure you resembled a tomato more than a koala by now.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the gentle giant carefully set you down onto your feet, his hands lingering on your hips as you steadied yourself. Your eyes met his, brows creasing in both confusion and perturbation. Instinctively your arms came up to wrap around yourself as you shivered, purposefully breaking his steady gaze to glance at your surroundings.

Sirens no longer filled the air as the flashing red and blue lights of the first responders vehicles coated everything in their vibrancy. You shivered again, rubbing your arms in hopes of returning some warmth back into your goosebumps ridden skin. You weren't entirely sure that the chill you felt was solely from the temperature outside, though you refused to let your overthinking and worrisome tendencies pull you down into a panicked spiral. You were relatively safe - uncomfortable, but safe. You watched as firefighters rushed in and out of the building, doing all they can to ensure every resident was safely evacuated - those remaining outside launched pressurized jets of water into the roaring flames.

It was then that you took into account that the flames were coming from apartment 204 - Kelsey Havana's apartment. Panic settled into your bones as you frantically searched those standing in the street and on the sidewalks for the spirited young lady's signature messy bun. Her hands started to shake the longer it took to find her, your nails biting into your flesh as a way to try and stop the incessant trembling - it was safe to say at this point that the cold no longer was the reason you felt so frigid. The giant that stood next to you watched you search the crowd, your small frame unable to see above the amount of people that surrounded the two of you. You didn't register his hands on your hips until you were once again being lifted into the air. Your body jerked in surprise, wide eyes latching onto his now calmed ones as he offered you a gentle head pat.

"You are searching for someone, ja? Let me help you Schatz, two heads are better than one as they say." He spoke tenderly, his hands remaining innocent as he helped position you on his shoulders, coming to rest on your thighs to keep you stable. Your blush deepened, your legs crossing at your ankles to ensure you wouldn't fall backwards as you leaned forwards and down to where you assumed his ear was at under his snipers hood.

"I'm looking for the girl who lives in the apartment that's on fire - her names Kelsey and she's got long black hair typically in a messy bun, face full kf freckles, and is about five foot four? She's a sweetheart and just moved here from Georgia, I wanna make sure she's okay." You said softly, your hands resting on his as your eyes kept up their search. He gave you a nod, turning towards the flashing red and blue lights, lifting one hand and pointing off towards an ambiance you had yet to notice.

"She is there. Minor burns from what I heard. Would you like to go speak with her Schatz?" He asked you, returning his hand to your thigh, moving slowly towards the ambulance, ready to stop if you told him no. You nodded, leaning down again to utter a simple 'yes please' before he stalked off towards the ambulance. Your eyes were glued to her form, watching as the paramedics tended to her, their hushed words of comfort soothed your racing heart slightly. You heard her signature laugh, her honeyed hued skin glowing under the vibrant lights from the inside of the ambulance. She reached a hand out to playfully smack a medic who snorted in response to whatever she said. The others laughed under their breaths, their shaking chests giving them away.

You watched her turn towards you, her eyes growing wide as she did a double take, her mouth forming a little 'o'. She snapped her mouth closed, as a slow cheeky smile spread across her face. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion as she openly gawked at the man that you resided on, her arms moving to cross her chest as she snickered. Dread filled your being as she got up from the step she had perched on, eyes alight with mischief, "Do my eyes deceive me, or is little miss introvert sitting atop a fucking God of a man?" She cooed, smirking as your face darkened.

You huffed, wiggling around a bit before said man helped you back on your feet, "First of all rude, he's one of my new neighbors, and secondly, what happened?" You asked gesturing to the smoldering remnants of her apartment. You watched as a grimace twisted her usually foolhardy features. She choked out a disgruntled laugh, eyes downcast and hands shoved into her sleep pants pockets.

"Dave was doing knife hits on the stove and ended up putting one of my hand towels on the burner before he came back to bed with me. Stupid I know, but it caught fire and then the paper plates next to it did and before we knew it, there was smoke everywhere and flames covering almost the entire kitchen." You shook your head, wanting to reach out and both choke and hug the woman. Her on again off again boyfriend Dave was a grade-a asshole, always putting her down - so much so you had interviened in a few of their visceral fights to stand up for her.

You heaved out a sigh, rubbing your temples with your index and middle fingers, "I'll kill him, I will one hundred and ten percent kill him." You snapped out - you wouldn't actually kill him, severely maim possibly, but never kill. Truth was although you hated the guy, you knew you could only do so much to try and help Kelsey before you had to leave her to her own devices.

Kelsey snorted unceremoniously, her eyes rolling so far back into her head you feared they would get stuck, "Right, you'll kill him and I'll become a multimillionaire and fuck good ol' Santa Claus on national television." You blanched at that, muscles tensing as your hands started to twitch. You refused to meet her gaze, shaking your head at her blatant promiscuity.

"Well on that note, I think I'm gonna go borrow Synthia's phone and let my Dad know I'm not dead." You replied dryly as Kelsey snickered at you. You knew it'd be hours if not a full day or two before they let you go back inside - you hoped they'd at least let a few of you in at a time to gather a duffle bag of clothes and the like. You turned on your heels and nearly barreled into the giant of a man that had not only saved your life, but had helped you find your neighbor. You gave him a sheepish smile, side stepping him and waving him to follow you, "My name is y/n, but you can call me n/n if you want. I uh... thanks, you know for everything. I appreciate it." Your voice came out far more confident than you felt, her hands trembling again eluding to your anxiousness.

"König, and you are welcome Schatz." He replied, his hands retreating into the safe confinement of his tan tactical looking pants. You nodded, wrapping your arms around you again as the sudden gust of wind reminded you of how inappropriately you were dressed. It was in this moment that you cursed yourself for hating regular pajamas. They never fit right and always made your skin itchy, even the silky ones. You were so lost in your own self deprivated thoughts you failed to notice König shrug off his sweater, "You're cold." His voice almost made you trip, the way his accent wrapped around each word like it was homemade hot chocolate was almost too much for you to handle.

You gave a small strained laugh, nodding your head as your hands rubbed up and down your prickly skinned arms, "Yeah, I am. I should do better about wearing more uh appropriate clothing to bed... ya know in case things like this ever happen again." You mumbled, glancing up at him and just about jumping out of your skin when he thrust his sweater out towards you.

"Here, put it on. It'll keep you warm until we can get you back inside. They'll be a while, they have to make sure the integrity of the building is intact and the fire marshal has to clear the scene." König spoke of it so easily, as if he knew exactly how this process worked based on experience. You groaned, realizing that you would indeed, not be getting back to your warm bed anytime soon. With deft fingers you grasped his sweater and pulled it over your head, rolling up the sleeves to free your hands.

"I look like a child." You grumbled, glancing down at the way his sweater stopped at just above your knees, "I'm grateful, don't get me wrong, but it's bad enough that I'm so fucking short - this only makes me look tinier." You stated begrudgingly, wiggling your little toes in your raccoon slippers. Königs laugh startled you, not so much as it was scary, but for the fact that you hadn't exactly thought he was capable of making such a delightful sound. Sure, it was a tad maniacal - the way his body shook and his eyes grew wide, but it was warm, warm like honeyed tea on a cold winters night. Warm land rich like smooth melted dark chocolate drizzled over cherry cheesecake.

"Tiny like a maus." He retorted, patting your head again as if you were a puppy. You swatted his hand away playfully, your anxious heart still pumping frantically as you glanced back towards the complex. You didn't know what exactly 'maus' meant, but you assumed it was probably mouse or ferret. Both were small furry creatures - something people always tied to you simply for being the way that you were. Timid, sometimes skittish, anxious - yes, you were the human equivalent to the small rodent.

König once again found you drifting off into the far corners of your mind, your brows furrowed, lips pursed into a subtle pout and your hands troubling the end of his sweaters sleeve. It was endearing to him, he knew you had anxiety - he knew the firsthand what it was like to suffer from that excruciating mental illness. Perhaps he pitied you, but right in this moment all he wanted to do was pick you up and cradle you against his chest. His glacial eyes scanned the perimeter, locking onto Simon's questioning stare. König winked, using his index finger to subtly coax the rather reserved man over to the two of them. Both knew they intimidated you, it was painstakingly clear the first day they had seen you. The way you practically scurried from the confectionery was proof enough.

Your mind was moving a hundred miles a minute, conjuring up every alternative means you had of places where you could stay if you were to be forced out of your own apartment for more than tonight. Sure you had friends, but most of them were married and had kids - not that there was anything wrong with that, but you didn't feel like imposing on them. You could ask to stay with Johnny, but you were still upset with him, you were nothing if not incredibly stubborn. You were left with two options - your mom's or your dad's. Your mom probably wasn't even home, off galvanizing with her fifth husband in the Philippines - you were happy for her to an extent, but since this marriage in particular she had become insanely distant.

Your dad was another story entirely. He was not a rich man by any means, living off of social security in the slums of Tacoma. He'd welcome you in with open arms, but the commute in his death trap of a truck would drive you insane. You loved him, but there were times your heart couldn't bear to watch him drown his sorrows in whiskey. You worried you bottom lip with your teeth, eyes cast down at your slippered feet contemplating getting a hotel for the night and hitting up the Walmart or Target in the morning for the bare necessities.

The clearing of a throat right in front of you made you jerked backwards, head snapping up so fast you worried you gave yourself whiplash. König reached out to help steady you, stepping behind you with his hands placed on your shoulders.

"Easy there Schatz, I just wanted to introduce you to my roommate Simon - although with strangers he prefers to be called Ghost. Ghost, this is y/n." His tone indicated he was excited to be introducing the two of you, that notion causing your tummy to churn in apprehension. Timidly you help your hand out to the terrifying man, a shiver running through your veins as you awaited his next move.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Ghost. You can call me n/n if you'd like." You squeaked out, thanking the heavens you didn't stutter this time around. Ghost narrowed his eyes at you, his piercing stare sending a shockwave of fresh trepidation through to your very core. After what felt like an eternity, Ghost raised his hand and grasped yours - his hold was comical to say the least. He held your hand as if it was a fragile little flower he didn't want to crush, shaking it once before dropping it as if it burned his gloved covered skin.

He gave a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgement, shoving his hands into his pocket and tilting his head slightly to take in the bustle of first responders being delegated out tasks. He too, was a little vexed the stupid shit from 204 had put anything flammable onto a lit stove top. While he was thankful he didn't have to stay on base with Soap, he was fully debating on whether he had made the right choice now. People, he thought, civilians specifically, were incredibly stupid. Not all of them, but most. Seattle was filled to the brim with such people, and he loathed it entirely.

König looked between the two of you, smiling a rather impressive wide fanged smile. He watched the way you bashfully checked them out from the corner of your eyes, the way your cheeks tinted beautifully with that rose hue. The moment was ruined however when his phone rang, the noise so loud it made you leap away from him. A frown tugged the edges of his lips down, as he ripped the device from his pocket and pressed it against his ear.

"Ja?" He snarled into the receiver, frustrated that you had moved to stand a few additional steps to his left. Captain Prices voice filtered through the line, his no bullshit tone indicating that they were to return to base effective immediately. They were due for an emergency briefing - special request from Laswell herself. König cast a glance towards Ghost, not surprised the man was already watching him and nodding, pulling out the keys to their shared humvee.

You watched the silent conversation go down and you knew that it wasn't the best news they'd received tonight. The call was brief, barely lasting two minutes before the mobile device was pocketed. Their stare continued for another moment before both turned towards you. You shuffled your feet, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact. It was unnerving to have to rather large, intimidating men staring you down as if you were nothing more than their prey.

"Are you going to be okay Schatz?" König asked, taking a tentative step towards you, his hand reaching out to cup the left side of your face. You stared up at him, bewilderment and discomfort from his open affection. You were sure it was merely friendly affection, you weren't pretty in your own eyes - you had imperfections that kept you up at night. Pulling yourself out of those deprivating thoughts was harder than you hoped, eyes casting away from his face as you nodded. You didn't trust your voice to remain steady - you knew your options were limited and not very promising.

A snort from Ghost had your eyes snapping up to meet his, your eyes narrowing slightly, almost daring him to say what he found humorous in a time like this.

"I don't believe you, love. You're not even dressed and last I checked, ya don't have any pockets for your phone to be. I doubt you even have a car." You remained silent, mostly rendered speechless by his prominent English accent. His voice was deep, almost unsettlingly so - but it stung like vodka, burning the back of your throat. You gave a half hearted shrug, you didn't care if they believed you or not, you'd figure out where to go eventually, even if it was an outrageously priced hotel in the heart of the city.

"We are not going to leave you alone with nowhere to go Schatz, no, you will come with us - you can stay in my room while we are otherwise preoccupied." König said, determination settling into his bones as he scooped you up into his arms. You squeaked in surprise, teetering backwards slightly before scrambling to hold onto him.

You were too stunned to speak as they both turned and headed off towards the parking garage, eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to fully digest and process the last twenty four hours.

You weren't sure about much, but you were sure that tonight wasn't going to end well for any of you - you just were unaware of the 'how' it would end.

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