#especially for someone who has been distancing themselves from the show lately

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

I'm just gonna say it, I miss Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson. I feel like we have not seen them since s2 and 3. Dustin since 3, and Lucas since 2. I love Max and I appreciate Eddie, but when they came along they completely dictated these original characters and it is just so disappointing

#feeling angry might delete later #Controversial take #especially for someone who has been distancing themselves from the show lately #but this Argyle thing got me going and s #so did the new dustin pictures

[loveundrwrld]

(ex) bully x fem reader oneshot

i tried to make sure new readers could understand the situation, but you can read his intro here for context if you'd like.

(cws: stalking, yandere shenanigans, reader has been bullied by the yan in the past and struggles with some trauma from it)

you’ve been stalked for a while by someone from your past. and to your horror, he seems to be finally making the move to approach you…

you aren’t doing so well. every day you feel your skin crawling, feeling someone’s gaze on you.

you’ve always had issues with feelings of anxiety ever since high school. for a long time, you’ve been skittish and untrusting of people, especially men. you know that you can take something small and your mind quickly spirals, turning a small problem into something huge in your mind.

and initially you were concerned that this was what was happening now. that your brain was connecting small things from your life together into something a sinister pattern.

unfortunately, this time… you think you are right to be afraid.

lately, every once in a while when you look behind your back you can see someone following behind you in the distance. someone with their face hidden in a scarf or wearing a dark hoodie. at first you think its just a coincidence... but, the person is always looking in your direction. and in some way or another, they’re always disguised.

later on, you check your mailbox, and there’s always a letter there waiting for you.

you knew it was from your stalker. you didn't really have any friends, and nobody in your family had that kind of handwriting you saw on the envelope.

you didn’t read the letters at first, afraid of what could be in them. in your mind, it would only solidify your fears of what was happening. you could deny that you were being stalked, chalk the person following you as just a coincidence- but seeing it written out in front of you would make it all feel real.

eventually, though, you decide that you need to read them. when you did, you realize with a sinking feeling that your stalker was the very person you wanted to avoid the most.

it's tanner- the person who made your life at school a living hell for you. all of the details and context that he’s sprinking in make that very clear that it’s really him.

it's hard to read, and not just because you feel disturbed by them. they're almost incoherent, his handwriting nearly chicken scratch as he is clearly writing them quickly and desperately. the letters themselves also seem to be just stream-of-consciousness too. from what you can make out of it, it’s absolute insanity- ramblings about how he could hurt himself if it pleases you, desperate pleadings for you to please, talk to him.

you think he's likely trying to mock you or scare you with his words of praise and obsession. you doubt that he's genuine in his intentions- though you don't doubt at all that he's obsessed with you. he’s taunting you by letting you know that he knows, you’re sure of it. his letters are simply too well timed- and have too many… ‘coincidental’ questions that relate to what happens in your life. you feel nauseous with fear thinking of him coming back into your life and tormenting you once again.

you try to go to the police with what you've seen, but nothing happens. no matter what you say, the police seem to not be willing to hear you out. to them, you sound paranoid… even though you tried to show them the letters, they still didn’t think it was worth their time. "well, he hasn't hurt you yet, right?" they would say. it would take you being kidnapped or dead for them to care, you realize.

you tried your best to ignore the pit of fear and uneasiness growing in your stomach and simply went to work.

your shift at work felt long. despite trying to calm yourself down and think of other things, you still kept thinking about tanner. your mind reminded you that you probably would not even be able to recognize him from all the years it’s been since you’ve last seen him- memories tend to distort and fade after time.

what if he wasn’t only trying to stalk you from afar, but he was actively trying to get close to you? it could be possible, your mind reasoned. he could’ve been the grocery store cashier, the neighbor next door who said hello to you, anybody. he could be any number of the customers you see walking into the store you work at.

all throughout the day at your workplace whenever a customer surprised you by walking too close behind you, or tapped you suddenly on the shoulder, you were certain that it was going to be him.

but, in the end, nothing happened. and just as you did every day, you needed to head back home.

it's pouring outside, and you're walking back out of the subway station. you look behind you, and someone in a black raincoat is walking quickly behind you. he turns his head a bit to the side and you see a flash of blonde hair sticking out of his hood.

you start walking faster- it has to be him.

just like you remembered- blonde hair, tan skin, tall, and lanky.

he’s closer to you than he’s ever gotten, and you don’t like that he feels confident enough now to change up his routine.

you walk quicker, turning left. but he's still right behind you, walking close behind.

you see someone close by your apartment stairs, a tall man with a shaved head wearing a long coat over a suit- you rush near him, hoping that the prescence of another man would deter your stalker.

it does not work, it seems- he keeps looking at you with some sort of strange desperation in his eyes.

you grab the stranger in the suits arm. you look over at his shirt- seeing a badge for the nearby bank on the front of his shirt. a security guard who just got off work, you think- he’s perfect.

the man in the raincoat gets even closer to you now, his brows furrowing. he opens his mouth as soon as he sees your hand on the other man’s arm.

"you're the person who lives in room 509, right? i need to-"

"hi, honey- did you wait long?" you ask, looking up at the man in the suit with a nervous smile.

he freezes, looking at you with wide eyes. in a few seconds though, he calms down and returns your smile.

"no, i didn't," he says, looking down at you with a sweet look.

he turns and looks at the man in the raincoat with furrowed brows, his voice immediately dropping. "is this guy bothering you?"

you freeze, not expecting him to address him directly. but you simply tug on his arm, trying to direct his attention away from him.

"don't worry about him, honey, just come inside."

he gives you a warm smile and opens the door for you, closing it quickly. he laughs softly at an alarmed sound coming from outside the door. you drop your shoulders, relaxing now.

once you’ve calmed down you feel a bit bad that you don’t recognize him- you haven’t been the best at being friendly to your neighbors.

you give the man in the suit an appreciative smile, wanting to show that you’re grateful for him playing along with your story.

“thank you for helping me! i don’t know what i would’ve done if you weren’t there.”

he looks down at you and gives you a confused look, but he smiles brightly.

“you're a sweet girl. no need to thank me for anything.”

he moves towards the elevator and you follow him. he presses the up button for you, and looks back at you with a bit of a blush on his face.

you look down where he was looking, and you blush as well. you didn't realize that the rain had soaked through your shirt, causing it to cling to your chest. you adjust your jacket, buttoning it up.

you two wait for the elevator, and he shifts a bit closer to you.

“what happened, by the way?” he says softly, looking at you curiously. “you seemed shaken up. did he ever do something to you?”

you nod, hesitantly.

“something like that,” you say, a bit bitterly.

he looks down at you with a concerned frown, and you two walk into the elevator together. you press the “5” button on the keypad.

"you should be careful. he lives in the floor above you. room 609," he says to you, his voice dropping a bit, becoming low.

he puts his hand on your shoulder, and you flinch a bit instinctively.

“do you need me to do anything to him? maybe... pay him a visit?”

you look at him with wide eyes, becoming uneasy. you slowly shake your head.

"no... you don't have to do anything."

“no, y/n, i do. if anything happens to you, it’s my fault.”

you freeze, taking a step back instinctively. there isn't much room for you to move- your back hits the back of the elevator.

you’ve never told him your name.

“… your fault?” you say, warily.

“i should’ve been more careful. i don’t know what he did… but i should have been there. he must’ve gone after you after he got my letter to you by mistake. it’s my bad handwriting that got you into this mess.”

you remember now that the address of the letters… the messy “5” he wrote for your room number looked awfully like a “6.”

the elevator door opens, and suddenly the man- tanner, you realizes, turns to you. his guilty frown turns into a small smile.

“well, anyways, no need to worry about him. it’s a good thing that i was there that time, right, honey?”

#yandere x fem reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere bully #sorry this one is gendered lol i just thought a female reader would work better for this scenario #tanner whitlock

[itsclydebitches]

Does everyone know that one found family post going around that's something like, "What do you MEAN they all go their separate ways after the journey??"

That's how I feel about Ted going back to Kansas.

To be clear, I'm not arguing that it's an unlikely ending to the series. I think it's very likely, especially when I consider a lot of the cool meta people have been writing lately, but that likeliness leaves a sour taste in my mouth because what's waiting for Ted in Kansas? "Henry!" the fandom cries and yes, obviously, but that doesn't feel like enough to me (which I realize sounds like a callous statement regarding a father and son, but hear me out). The only other things Kansas has are an ex-wife, a horrifically unprofessional step-dad in the making, and a long line of comforts that Ted has outgrown. I've noticed that this season in particular Ted has been moving away from his American roots: he misses his BBQ sauce but manages to find a perfect replacement in Amsterdam, he's finding solace in paintings for temporary homesickness, he's using "football" and "maths" naturally in conversation, many of his speeches lately have been about how he once WAS this American so-and-so but has changed significantly since then. From a canonical perspective, Henry is the only thing in Kansas that's good for Ted anymore and even if we put that aside for a moment (which I don't think we should) it seems quite significant to me that Ted has spent three successful years parenting from across the pond.

Is that ideal? No, but Ted Lasso hasn't gone out of its way to paint this separation as a failure, or a crippling blow to Ted or Henry, despite them obviously missing each other a great deal at times. I'll admit that this aspect is absolutely colored by my own bias. As someone who doesn't want kids herself, I dislike the implicit message that a parent must give up everything they want/need in order to be 100% available to their child. I'm of the belief that there's a big difference between loving/raising your child and lacking a life outside of them because Every Aspect of Your Existence Must Serve Their Direct Needs Until the Magical Age of 18, so I've never jived with the "Ted is a horrible father who abandoned Henry!" takes. Not just because I think the show has made it clear that Henry doesn't feel abandoned, but because it tells viewers that parents can't have anything for themselves once they've brought a life into this world... which feels pretty shitty to me. Thus, that whole Henry-based argument rings as unpersuasive both from my biased perspective and a canonical perspective: "In order to be labeled a good father Ted MUST go back to Henry in Kansas, leaving behind every bond he's formed here, despite the fact that he's spent a significant amount of time making this long-distance relationship work really, really well."

Putting Henry aside and going back to my original point above, sending Ted to Kansas requires the audience to imagine up a life for him that has never existed on screen. Sure, we can assume that Ted will form new bonds and rekindle old ones there, but that would exist entirely off screen. Like the story that asks you to ignore the family that's been built right in front of you in favor of the headcanoned one that the characters are separating for, a Kansas ending would ask us to toss aside three seasons worth of family, community, and still developing relationships for... whatever it is we'd personally imagine up post-series. Audiences (by and large) don't WANT their protagonist to end up with [insert OCs here], they want them to stay with the developed cast, whether that's a romance, a friendship, or a family. To me, there's nothing satisfying about imagining Ted in a location the series has never explored with people who don't exist yet except for, as said, an ex, a man who justifiably makes him incredibly uncomfortable, and his child whom he already has a fantastic relationship with in the community where Ted is happy.

There are a lot of other reasons why this ending would be a big disappointment to me, most notably the rejection of untraditional forms of parenting + the message that Ted was always destined to "reset," returning to precisely where he started out, like he's just a hope dispenser who isn't allowed to significantly grow himself. Sure, you can divorce and get better about managing your anxiety... but making a permanent, positive life change? Nah, let's act like this is an episodic show and toss you back to the beginning. I've seen a couple of people compare Ted to Mary Poppins and while a part of my does like that connection, another part cringes at the idea of him playing the role of magical benefactor, his own future happiness deemed insignificant compared to the lives he's already changed. Thanks for the help, Ted! Hope you manage to find some more happiness for yourself back among everything you've spent the series leaving behind. Open your umbrella and let the wind take you; wherever you land and how hard the fall is doesn't matter because the show is over.

So there's a lot going on for me, however, the found family bit is where I'm truly stuck. You're really going to build up this community and Ted's place in it for three seasons, moving him from "wanker" all the way to beloved coach, only to pack him back to Kansas after he's finally carved out a place for himself? Kansas, the place the show has consistently argued has nothing to offer Ted except for the child he hasn't actually lost? Yeah no, sorry, I'm not a fan.

Which doesn't mean I think Ted Lasso is going to become a terrible show if they choose this - again, very likely - ending... but I will personally be pulling a Nick Fury about it.

#Ted Lasso #mymetas

[b3achysurfur]

If we notice in the webtoon, Taylor and Ben are the only ones who have not been seriously injured...

Aiden was crushed

Tyler was impaled

Ashlyn had a concussion

Logan ended up with a big cut on his side

Do you think something worse could happen to Taylor and Ben?

I think eventually all of them will face some sort of serious injury, so I highly doubt Ben and Taylor will be safe. I think ashlyn and Logan will also get more deadly wounds soon (hope Logan is first in line 🙏)

But I do find it interesting that they are the only two unharmed. Especially since they had a mini romance going on in S1. awwww I miss them 😢

Whats also interesting is how impulsive, destructive, and agressive Taylor has been lately as well as her increased screentime 😈

We’ve also unfortunately seen Logan get a lot of panels lately as well. And idk if u guys remember S1 but Tyler, ashlyn, and Aiden were the ones who got a lot of attention. But now that Tyler and Aiden are out , the attention has shifted to Taylor and Logan. But not Ben!!!!! (I want more Ben screentime, fuck Logan no body gaf what’s going on with him 😒 tell me ab Benny boy NOOOWWWW!!!!!!)

my point is Taylor or Logan may be the next to experience a major event. They’ve also been the ones exhibiting the most “phantom traits” , MOSTLY Taylor tho. also there’s a few other things that point to Taylor being in harms way very soon.

but basically the signs are telling me Taylor is gonna go through smth much worse than what’s happening rn. Back to Taylor and Ben’s relationship tho. Ben always tries to give back to things that treat him well, idrk how to word it. In S1 Taylor is very considerate of the whole group, but there are a few instances where she focuses on him.

in S2, ben mirrors this act by physically protecting her and attempting to comfort her to the best of his abilities

taylor leans into this comfort and support, even if it’s only by a little. taylor needs people, and ben can easily become her person. they both value their family and friends a lot and are willing to put their lives on the line/distance themselves if it means protecting them. they both have lost someone who has guided them out of a dark time in their life to the phantom dimension. they both are kind hearted people who are gentle. they are both a pea to someone’s pod (Aiden and Ben, Taylor and Tyler). they understand each other better than anyone else.

Ben cares about Taylor a lot. we don’t get scenes of them like we do with aidlyn anymore, but we do get little snippets. he is willing to protect her , even if it puts himself at risk. HE COVERED HER COMPLETELY WITH HIMSELF!!! HE DIDNT EVEN COVER HIS HEAD OR ANYTHINGG IGHWHEHA!!??? He had been holding her in place ever since the phantom had started chasing them. HE CARES SM IT HURTS ME.

ben has been such a neglected character, but I don’t think this was for no reason. I believe Ben’s time will come. I was honestly expecting a reaction out of him when Aiden ‘died’ but we got aidlyn so idrc 😈🙏. anyways a lot of people want to see Ben tweak AND I DO TOO!!! but you also have to remember, him not getting mad and bearing with the situation shows how much he has grown from his past. Ben has intense anger issues that he’s HEAVILY ashamed of. keeping himself in check is already hard enough with day to day triggers, but add his new phantom situation onto that? mans is STRUGGLING, but since it’s in silence no one ever talks ab it 🙁 we’ve seen Tyler crack under this pressure, Logan getting madder, and taylor has gotten angrier too! ashlyn is more stressed and tired than angry, and Aiden is having fun most of the time. but Ben? he’s been trying his absolute hardest to not flip out.

so that combined with his affection for tay, if something bad really does happen to her, I do believe it will be his final straw. There’s only so much self control a 14 year old has (even though most adults would’ve went insane by now). Whether Taylor turns into a phantom or she gets injuries/dies, it will hit Ben HARD. Tyler will also be affected, but I really hope it doesn’t overshadow Ben. Losing Taylor would mean Ben wasn’t able to protect her like he wanted to and after Aiden also got hurt, I don’t think he would be able to take it. I think it’ll also extremely upset him when he finds out his family got caught in the crossfire of the kidnapping.

I was thinking about it, and we might actually see ben use his voice out of desperation. I really hope we don’t, bc I think ben not being verbal is nice representation, it’s so important to his character, and I love seeing how ben expresses himself without words. but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he used it to call out to someone. The way this scene (⬇️⬇️) is worded is like, “he CAN (might even) talk, he just doesn’t WANT (have a reason) too”. i really hope he doesn’t, but it’s definitely a possibility 😢 especially if we get a ben centered arc that’s caused by his anger and the loss he’s experienced.

All in all, I don’t think Ben be the next one to be injuried really, but I do think Taylor will. And Taylor getting hurt will finally open up a arc centered around/that includes ben 🙏

hope red gives us the craziest angst we've ever seen for them two and then kills Logan 😛

(sorry for rambling sm 😓 I tried to shorten it but now i feel like some parts don’t make sense. UGH WTV!!! I’m very passionate about Ben and the affects Taylor has had on him 😒)

#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #school bus graveyard #schoolbus graveyard #sbg (webtoon) #ben clark #sbg ben #taylor sbg #taylor hernandez #asks #theories

[windtooweem]

Can I request a Revali x Reader x Link where she is an ex-yiga clan member who still carries her wind cleaver and her bow so she is attacked by Link who thinks she’s yiga, she defends herself never harming him. She manages to slip away reluctantly using their teleportation ability(is that what it is? Idk) so she is even more cautious around the members when they show up at the stable she works at. They ask about her only to find out that she helps defend the travelers around the stable and the stable itself. Revali is interested because she seems to hold disdain towards Link, and Link is of course interested in someone not interested in him. They see her in action defending a traveler but she seems thrown off with it being another yiga member. Maybe she left because she realized she’s been brainwashed the entire time from infancy to adulthood by the clan. And she feels weak when they taunt her and she blames herself for the lives the clan has taken. She doesnt like Link because she thinks he’s going to attack her again. She chooses to not sleep at night but to perch on top of the stable’s head to shoot down any creatures getting too close that leads to late night conversations with revali, and when she’s awake in the day she holds conversations with the others as she makes meals for the stable guests

Revali x ex-Yiga clan member reader x Link

Romantic 💘

She/Her reader

Tw! Weapons

You were walking around in a peaceful forest until an arrow shot past you. You wipped around to see the hero of Hyrule looking at you with such spite.

He started swinging his sword at you as you evaded his attacks not attempting to hurt him no matter how much you want to. Then you disappeared.

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A week past after that incident, the princess and her champions came to rest at the stables for a while coincidentally it was the stable that you worked at.

Zelda pointed at you playing around with the stables dogs and horses and asked around about you after hearing your encounter with Link and his sword.

“Well she protect the travelers around here” The stable man said as Zelda and the champions widened their eyes in disbelief.

Link looked at you guilty, unaware of the growing red on his face

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“Hey! Why are you up?” Revali said looking at you sitting on top of the stables.

“I don’t wanna get attacked by the little hero down there” You said sarcastically

Revali flew up there and took a seat next to you looking at the moon high in the sky.

“So what happened today…” Revali said as he thought of the cruel stuff that Yiga said to you.

“Yeah. Well that’s why I left them. They manipulate children like me and turn them into soldiers to bring back something that won’t only kill the world but them themselves. Ganon won’t spare them” You said thinking about your childhood in there.

Revali scooted closer to you and put your head on his shoulder.

“What are you-“

“You looked like you needed it” Revali replied putting his head on your head as he wrapped a arm around your waist to pull you closer in.

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“So, Y/n how are you today?” Mipha asked you as you brushed the horses main.

“I’m okay. How about you?” You replied not looking back at her.

“I’m good, thank you”

All of the champions and you have been getting closer especially with Revali but with Link not so much. You still kept your distance from him.

Revali looked at you with a small smile sitting at the bottom of a tree unaware that he had some competition with the one he hated most.

#botw x reader #loz x reader #revali x reader #link x reader

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I had head canons for Soldier Gai in GOS, and was wondering if any of it sounded right to you.

Since his life is shorter, it has to focus more on his younger years, but that doesn't mean its not interesting!

I could see him born into a family of knights. He had two moms and they used another knight buddy as a surrogate (Because why not XD) and these two were very strong and high ranking, so they had the means to give Gai a good life, education, and training to make him to be the best warrior in the land. He was going to be their only heir since neither of them wanted to lose too much time training/ rising up the ranks being pregnant. So Gai was raised very loved, doted on, and with a firm sense of responsibility and duty poured into him.

With all this, Gai was given all he needed to be a prodigy soldier, and his natural battle instincts from past lives, made the boy an absolute BEAST by the time he was 11! Which got him noticed by the royal family. Gai even may have been asked to help spar with the royal children to help them learn how to defend themselves from someone their own age who could relate to them.

This also got him and his moms up close and really friendly with the royal family, which he couldn't explain why, but the royals almost also felt like extended family. Like uncles, aunties and cousins he never met and loved. He especially got close to a princess at the time, who became smitten with Gai, but for some reason Gai never could explain, he never felt anything like that back for her.

Still with her trying to show off and get his attention, she often showed him ancient books of history they could read together. They spent time running around the secret tunnels of the castle, and at one point, Gai probably saw the greedy merchant and got some...bad vibes from the dude. He asked about him/ tried to warn his friend of the bad vibes but was assured he was a close family friend and there was nothing to worry about. In fact he was coming up with new business strategies to help bring more money to the kingdom!

As he grows older, he gets stronger. And the Princess' feelings deepen. Even after Gai finds someone he likes in the army. A cute but slightly older boy, the son of another general, and the princess is jelous but she tries not to let it affect her... until she ends up venting to one of her friends at some point and the merchant ends up over hearing and uses it as another tool to twist her mind.

"You're right. You are so much better than that other boy. What madness is Gai not seeing it."

"What a shame that boy was in the picture, otherwise you would have Gai's full attention."

"If only something were to happen...then he would be all yours again. No one can resist the power/ riches the thrown grants. And likewise no one can resist you."

The greedy merchant gets into her ear and she grows more spoiled, which in turn has Gai distancing himself more until one day, she demands he love her. He tells her "no and that I don't even recognize you anymore!" And leaves out a secret tunnel because she was blocking an exit to try and force him to stay. They end up going down the tunnel and end up stopping when they hear the merchant talking about his evil scheme. Just part of it but both have that "oh shit" moment, and go to inform the king-

Only... the princess has been bad mouthing Gai for months. He's lost a lot of credibility for hurting her feelings. And even when the princess tries to tell them what they heard, they blame Gai for twisting things after they came out of a wall together; no boy and girl at their ages should be alone together! And, obviously he used her feelings for him to manipulate her into spewing such false accusations. Besides, the declaration of war is already on its way. They will have to gather their army and fight.

Gai tries to plead his case but is silenced and sent to the front lines. The Princess begs their dad to change his mind but its too late. Whether or not he stops now enemies are on their way to attack. It can no longer be stopped. The princess begs one last attempt to let Gai stay as a royal guard. To be left behind and protect them and Gai is offered the spot... but he denies it. His boyfriend, mothers, friends and comrades in arms shall be fighting. He needs to be out there to defend them and the people of this kingdome. This gets Gai and the princess into one last fight and she says something cruel about his boyfriend she can not take back... and Gai leaves her to join the battle.

From there on Gai will eventually be the last to die after everyone he cares for perishes. Having to use the dragon's power to sneak in a stalemate, and seeing his favourite god Kakashi, for the first and only time before he dies. (Of course he was a devoted worshiper but that didn't make it into this story).

After the merchant's death by the hands/ rain of Kakashi, his FULL plan was revealed, and it shakes the royal family to their core. Thanks to one man they lost their entire army, a very specific style of martial arts/combat, their people are near defenseless, they lost many foreign allies, the land itself is forever changed with a new lake in the city, the GODS are mad at them, and they have no money because it all went to war. They will need to resort to desperate measures for them and the kingdom to recover,

With this a seed has been planted, Kakazu can start taking advantage of these desperate times, especially as revenge after Kakash killed one of his best worshipers. He was going to slowly dip more poison in the royals ears, taking over the decendants of the lover Kakashionce had (prince Gai), and had oh so recently lost.

Still the royal family are not evil yet, but these desperate times may lead them to desperate measures that will eventually make them lose their way. As for the princess, she lives in both shame for her foolishness while also trying to deny she had any fault in the matter because she was young, naive and manipulated. Her being unable to admit fault in what she did, will be a inherited factor that will lead to worst times for all...

What do you think?

I really like the princess falling for Gai and becoming bitter and angry when he does not return her feelings. I don’t think a boyfriend is needed for that though. I think Gai just only ever seeing her as a friend and her being upset over this because everyone but the boy she wants is smitten with her

That would be more than enough for the merchant to start manipulating her. To convince her that more power and more riches will surely capture her knights attention

Also add a lil spice from the old stories of prince Gai that they have, where he claimed to have ‘fallen for a knight’ (Kakashi disguised as a knight) and only married someone else out of necessity for the kingdom (he actually loved his queen very much and would be horrified to find out people wrote stories where he didn’t love her)

Surely the princess wants to be like her ancestor but better

She wants the prize that her ancestor couldn’t have. The handsome knight.

And to get that prize she needs money and power

So she falls into the merchants trap and starts working with him, never once thinking about what Gai might want or caring that he’s not interested in ruining the friendship they have.

After Gai’s death and the merchants drowning the Princess falls into despair. Her actions cost her the man she loved, in more ways than one, and now her village is suffering. Yes she still has that cruel voice in her ear telling her it’s not her fault.

Assuring her none of this would have happened if she’d just been given what she ‘deserved’

And that starts to become her character. A greedy monarch who forgets about her people and spends money carelessly on parties rather than rebuilding her village.

Her son becomes greedy, and slowly but surely the old gods they followed are set to the side and Kakuzu takes their place

Kakashi’s now out for blood because Kakuzu is being a smug shit about this all

#GOS AU #God of Storms au

[gunsli-01]

I've been learning lately that a persons response to wrongdoing matters a lot more than if a wrong was committed. At least on a societal level. I've recognized that everyone doesn't just want a justification they want their justifications coddled and accepted even praised. I'm really starting to realize it is not worth it to argue with someone who is willfully uninformed.

People will say facts don't care about your feelings while building facts completely based on their interpretation of the world and who they believe is worthy of consideration or not. It truly isn't worth it to argue with people who have already decided their emotional comfort/feeling right is worth more than the lives of others. I'm so willing to just go yeah you can make that decision we all have free will do what you want but I don't need to respect you.

No one is owed or entitled to anyyone's respect or consideration, especially if they treat the lives of others carelessly. I will just go oh you support this thing well I don't. No, I will not explain why goodbye. I know enough about you to know I do not wish to associate with you further though our paths crossed only briefly I can say it was certainly a time I will not look back on at all. Please, leave do not return I do not wish to discuss this further.

If you continue to push the issue or pursue communication with me I will involve the law. I'm literally about to do that with my own mom nobody is special enough for it to be even remotely okay for them to make me feel unsafe. This is true for everyone even if it's over something others view as trivial everyone has the right to distance themselves from things and people that they are not comfortable with or feel unsafe around. Even if they were close to those things or people for a long time.

Now, I always say communication is key, but even that isn't something everyone is entitled to or all people are comfortable with doing. A person can always seek out a means to walk away in certain situations it's more difficult, of course. However, I hope people aren't talking themselves out of speaking up for themselves or doing what's best for them out of consideration for others' feelings. People can only show others how they care when they're made aware of the other persons feelings. Sure, not everyone will treat emotions and needs delicately, but that doesn't mean a person should stop voicing them because there will be people who care and do treat those things with care.

By giving up on stating one's needs, the option to care is removed entirely. I think it's far more hurtful to hear why didn't you say something after going through a lot on your own than being shown what would have happened if you did. Though that's just me. Basically, don't let anyone make you feel your needs and emotions don't matter and never treat them like they don't cause it's a really damned if you do damned if you don't situation.

[whitesuited]

she knows better to try and convince him that their crossing paths in the hallway a few moments before was purely by chance ----------- he hasn’t been around her all that long, but certainly more than enough to appreciate what sort of reach she has ----------- but that little detail won’t stop her from insisting that very thing as she beckons him to follow her into a strategically located little alcove with a curl of her finger and a matching one for the corner of her mouth. it’s probably one of the few things she’s come to like about vought tower ( present company being at the top of that very short list ) with it’s almost unending amount of places to hide if you really don’t feel like being seen. which, considering how much vought likes to parade them all out in front of the press like they’re nothing more than a suited bunch of show ponies, was an unexpected surprise.

so naturally, she learned early on how to use the opportunity to disappear behind a pillar or linger just out of sight because of a hallway’s poor sightline to her advantage. and that skillset comes in especially handy when it’s being used in tandem with an attempt to sneak in a few minutes alone with the face of the company ----------- even if it ends up making him late to one of those one - on - one meetings stan edgar always likes to call when he feels like causing trouble for trouble’s sake. ( especially when it ends up making him late to a meeting with stan edgar. ) at least now she knows he’s just as ambivalent as she is to pay a visit to someone who likes to feign interest in what you have to say only to turn around and do the exact opposite.

which also means she can’t see him being all that against a bit of a delay here and now -------- one that comes along with her fingers curling around the edges of his chest plate and pulling him closer. he’d been gone by the time she’d gotten herself out of the shower earlier, a disappearing act she knows is nothing personal, but more of a necessity while everyone at the company is on pins and needles waiting for the official lineup of payback to be announced. professional distance at least needs to appear real now more than ever, and especially considering how notoriously vocal she’s been about not wanting any special treatment ( though the already nearly - faded marks on her neck from the night before would argue there’s at least some form of favoritism going on behind closed doors ).

she manages to pick up the sound of footsteps echoing off the tiled floor before they get close enough to cause any real interruption ----------- a quick pause for a breath and tipping the odds that the still unidentified suit suddenly remembers they’ve forgotten something at their desk for the meeting that needs to be retrieved means she and @antisupe​ get to continue on without a hitch for now ----------- at least until his presence is missed enough that they track him down, and he has no other option than to go.

( there’s only so much she can do to keep him out of edgar’s office ---- it’s an inevitability not even her good luck can counteract forever. )

            “i can’t guarantee being able to stop the next person who comes looking for you, y’know,” she hums against his mouth, regretting even saying it out loud as soon as it shifts from her lips to his. but even hearing it outside of her own head doesn’t convince her to let him go; instead it encourages her to make it that much harder for him to go once they do come to get him. ( the way her teeth drag over his lip in time with his fingertips pressing into her hips are certainly going to make it a little more difficult to pry themselves away from each other. )

but those footsteps are already on their way back in their direction. he pauses, and now she’s sure he hears them coming too. ❛ my god, you’re fun to kiss. ❜

she wants to groan, knowing this is when she’s going to have to let go of his vest, but she can’t help herself for just a little more to tide her over. “that’s a serious compliment,” teeth sink into her own bottom lip for a change, grinning briefly before leaning back in for another little bit of ‘fun’ as he’s now officially deemed it ----------- she’s got expectations to match when he’s on the other side of this meeting. “maybe the means you should do it a little more often. you want me to wait outside for you? or back upstairs?”

#antisupe #┅┅┅ ANSWERED. ┉ ( INBOX. ) #✬ ◟ antisupe. ⁞ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ antisupe ; prime. ⁞ 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #THE RETURN OF THE SHOW PONY LINE

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Make-up and Kisses

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

Make-up from the early ages freaks some people out due to the ingredients used to make them. [Name] was no exception.

So what does she do? Make her own pigment to play around with!

Cale just wants to sleep but his kids wants to participate in whatever [Name] is doing.

This is my first time writing for TFC and my first fic on Tumblr.

Please go easy on me ಥ‿ಥ

"What... are you doing?"

You turned away from what you were doing to look at Cale who had just entered the floor of his area in the Super Rock Villa, an eyebrow raised as he stared at you. He had just come back from watching the others' train and wanted to sleep for a bit.

You were sitting on one of the couches, a few vegetables and flowers on top of the table in front of you. There's a glass of water, a few teacup saucers and you were holding a pestle and mortar, having been grinding a few small slices of beets.

He is not surprised that you were on this floor. You have your own room on the second floor with the others, but you always find yourself here not only because it was larger and more comfortable than your room, but because Cale is usually here.

Cale understood that sometimes it gets lonely for you so you usually hang out on his floor to bother him. He doesn't mind since he knew you just needed some company who understood your situation. 

"I'm trying to make myself some makeup," you replied, pouring the ground beets into a teacup saucer. You continued saying with a frown, "I don't trust makeup from this place."

"I didn't peg you to be someone who's into makeup," Cale commented, sitting down next to you but keeping a respectful distance.

You laughed. "Me too, but I've been looking pale and horrible lately."

'That's not true,' Cale thought, his light brown eyes looking at your smiling face.

How could you say that about yourself? To Cale, you were the most vibrant person in their group.

Instead of a blush, your cheeks are usually red from being excited and whenever you're talking to him. Your lips aren't dyed red from lipstick, but he knows there are times you bite your lips out of anxiety and your lips will swell a bit and the redness of your lips lasts for a while, giving you a pouty look that even would have Cale stare at them longer than necessary when talking to you. Your eyelids weren't decorated with pigment nor glitter, but every time you rub your eyes and your eyelids get red, he thought you looked cute.

Raon appeared in front of your eyes, floating near the table and staring at the items on top with big blue eyes sparkling in wonder. On and Hong meowed as they followed Cale, jumping to the table to look at you.

"Hello," you greeted them with a smile, bending down to scratch the back of their heads.

"That's not true!" Hong stated, looking at you with a smile. "You're pretty, [Name]!"

You cooed. "Aww, thank you, baby."

"Makeup?" Raon questioned and you nodded, looking at the black dragon with a grin. "Yes, makeup. People use it to make themselves more pretty."

"How does it work?" Raon asked curiously. It was normal after all since the people he has around him hardly talk about this subject.

You hummed, a bit confused on how to explain it. "Well, makeup makes your face more vibrant...? They make the colors on your face brighter and more noticeable. They accentuate your features."

You tried to think of an example but then your eyes landed on Cale's pale face. He immediately got chills when you turned to him and then grabbed his arm. "Let me show you an example, kids!"

"What are you doing?" Cale asked, staring at you anxiously when you pulled him closer to you. He saw your mischievous smile and realized what you were trying to do. "I'm not your—"

"Oh, come on, Cale," you pleaded, placing a hand across his shoulder and forcing him to stare at his kids who're looking at him with big pleading eyes, especially Raon. "Look at them! Are you not going to be a good parental figure and use every chance you could get to teach them something educational?"

Cale let out a long exasperated sigh because he sees the eyes of the kids and your persuasive smile. He threw his head back and let out another sigh, "Make sure they don't go into my eyes."

He held down the urge to smile when he heard your squeal of excitement and the kids' hurrah.

"Okay!" You turned the kids, smiling brightly. "You remember how Cale's face gets red whenever he drinks, right?"

The children nodded excitedly and Raon added, "Yes! Also when he's with you!"

You brushed off Raon's little comment, not noticing Cale stiffening beside you. You supposed you always did try to make Cale angry just to look at his face reddening since teasing him never worked. "Well, I think Cale looks good with that face, so let's make his cheeks red."

You turned to Cale, seeing that he's already turned to look at you properly. You took off your shoes and then sat with your knees on the couch, brushing his hair to the back with your fingers, humming. "It's unfortunate we don't have hair clips."

'Not really,' Cale thought to himself as you kept brushing his hair back. When was the last time he has felt someone touch and caress his head so gently before?

Even before being Cale and living as Kim Rok Soo, he didn't have the luxury to be so vulnerable to others and let himself be touched so tenderly like this.

He wasn't new to the feeling, but he still grew anxious. Nonetheless, he accepted the way your warm skin feels against his. He was tempted to lean closer to you -- not with any malicious intent, but to just feel more of your warmth, but he held himself back.

You smiled. "I can't wait for you to grow out your hair."

'Right,' Cale thought, reminding himself that you came from an alternate universe where his life from Kim Rok Soo to Cale Henituse was just a novel on the internet so you knew about him and the future, though you were always pretty quiet about it since you didn't want to mess up the original story. 

Cale respected that choice and it made you someone he could rely on in tough situations because he didn't have to communicate everything to you. You already knew the things he wants to do. Less talking for me, was what he always says whenever you claim to know what you need to do.

Just for precautions, you would cite the plan he has in his mind to prove that you actually do know. Cale doesn't doubt you. He just doesn't want to realize too late that maybe the two of you missed something.

"I'm going to be applying this powder I got from grinding red hibiscus flowers," you explained to the kids, showing the saucer with the red powder on top. You felt like you were a makeup coach and you were having the time of your life for the first time in a while.

The kids watched as you turned to look at Cale while holding the saucer. You dipped three fingers into the powder and began to gently tap Cale's cheekbones and spread the color to his nose, giggling when you saw his face contort into a frown as you worked. "You're very good-looking."

Cale stared at your [e/c] eyes that are focused on his cheeks, making sure the powder doesn't seem blotchy on his cheek. "I know."

You glanced at him for a moment and raised an eyebrow, a small grin on your face that seems to tell him that you find his words funny. You let out a small chuckle and shook your head, continuing to work on the faux blush on his face.

Your [h/c] strands brush on his cheeks and neck. Your fingers tapped and brushed along his cheeks lightly as you hummed a familiar old tune that he also recognized from Earth. Perhaps it's something Western since he recognized the tune but can't make out the lyrics.

"There you go!" You pulled back, your fingers leaving his face and the smell of your shampoo got further away. His hand twitches and he realized he longed to have you closer to him longer than appropriate.

"Oh, your face is very red, human!" Raon yelled excitedly, flying closer to inspect Cale's red face. "Your face looks red like every time you're with [Name]!"

Cale's eyes widened. 'Huh—?!'

"Damn." You hummed, raising an eyebrow at Cale and cutting off his train of thoughts. "I know I bother you a lot but to be angry every time you see me?"

"I'm not angry with you, [Name]," Cale defended himself. "I don't think I've ever been angry with you."

"Good to know." You pour a little bit of water into the saucer where the powdered hibiscus is and mix them until it makes a light paste. On and Hong stared at you as you did such a simple thing, mesmerized.

"Is that for your lips?" asked Cale, looking at the red paste as Raon poked his cheek with a black paw in wonder. You nodded. "Yeah, but I'll try it later..."

"Why?" asked Cale. "Didn't you take a lot of time to set all of this up?"

You looked at the saucers full of naturally grounded dyes. "Yeah, but... I just don't feel like I can use them now, you know?"

'No, not really,' Cale thought and you smiled when you saw his stoic face as if you could read his mind. Cale was pretty sure you could because of how understanding you are with him. Perhaps you even know him best.

He was glad about that. He doesn't particularly like to explain himself and talking is just so exhausting for him if it weren't needed. The fact that you understood him enough like this was the reason why you were always by his side. He's comfortable with you and trusts you.

"I'm about to get really vulnerable here," you began with a small smile, but Cale can see that you were anxious. "No making fun of me, okay?"

You say that completely in a joking manner. You knew he would never make fun of you for being vulnerable and would never use your weakness against you. Cale stared at you, waiting for you to continue because no words were necessary with the trust the two of you have for each other.

"Back at my home--" You paused a bit, wiping down the red paste from your finger with a napkin before leaning to the balcony. "Makeup is for special occasions only. I love wearing them because they make me feel pretty, but I was always held back because I didn't think I deserve feeling pretty when I'm just doing day-to-day things, you know?"

"Believe me, I would love to feel pretty while just eating or just doing something trivial," you mumbled, rubbing your arms together and hugging yourself. "But then I thought: Why should I do that? No one is paying attention and I have no one to impress."

"As I'm walking around my house, I want to stop by a reflection of myself and think, 'wow, I look pretty', but I always thought it wasn't needed because I wouldn't feel like myself."

"But you like yourself when doing makeup." Cale spoke for the first time in a while and he saw you smiled at him. You knew that he knew you as well as you knew him. It comforts you that he knows what you're thinking about. 

You nodded. "I do. But I also like the natural me."

You sometimes feel like your natural face can be easily forgotten by people.

To be honest, you feel like a fraud whenever you meet up with new people while wearing makeup because you had set their expectations higher for you so you try your best to not "be a fraud". You show yourself as naturally as possible to avoid feeling like an impostor.

"You're you," Raon spoke up. "I don't understand why we're talking like there are many different versions of you. You're you, [Name]! You might not be great and mighty like I am, but there's nothing wrong with that! This human is also like that!"

Cale sighed at the unnecessary comment Raon had dropped at the end but he did agree with what the black dragon was saying. He stared at you, nodding his head to Raon as if to say "what the kid said".

You smiled, coming over to pet Raon's round scaly head. "Thank you, Raon. I'll remind myself that."

"You're already pretty, [Name]!" Hong's voice piped in from below your feet, jumping to the table as gently as he could without messing up your hard work.

You gave him a scratch behind his ear, smiling widely at the cat as his sister jumped on the table as well to look at the dyes you have gotten.

Hong purred loudly and you feel yourself already feeling better. "Thank you, baby."

"[Name], can you use this?" On asked, pushing the saucer with the red paste you have made earlier with her paw. "I want to see you with it."

"Ah." You gaped. You didn't think that you'll be trying them here. You just wanted to make them here. It'll be embarrassing if they turned out horrible when Cale and the others are here. "I-I didn't bring my hand mirror—"

You didn't realize Cale had stood up from the couch when his hand suddenly picked up the saucer from the table. "There's a vanity here."

You stared at Cale and Raon who immediately followed him, eyes wide. You didn't think he was going to encourage you to wear makeup after this. You thought he'll just leave you be because this wasn't exactly something important enough for him to meddle with. 

Hong nuzzled his head to your palm while On tugged at your shirt, signaling you to move and follow their father. You gathered the two kittens into your arms, walking towards Cale's large vanity and seeing him placing the saucer on it before pulling out the cushioned chair for you.

He turned to look at you who's walking up to him. "You didn't have to do this, you know? Helping me out with something so trivial."

"For someone who's always worrying about others, you underestimate your own problems," Cale commented and you winced because he was right.

Despite knowing the future, you endlessly worry over your newfound family. You constantly overthink about how your appearance in this world and presence may have caused a butterfly effect and always thought that at any time and any place, things could go wrong and you would lose them all.

You looked away from your own battles because you always thought your own suffering was so trivial compared to the battles the others were facing. Cale knew this so he wants to help you overcome this bad habit. You need to realize that you shouldn't be comparing your suffering with others and realize that every single thing you are feeling is valid.

Cale wants you to know that to improve your own mindset and overcome these internal battles you have in your mind, you need to actually start fighting them.

You placed the kittens down on the big vanity table and sat down on the cushioned chair. "I guess you're right."

Cale grinned. At the same time, Raon sat down on the vanity with his older siblings.

"What's this for?" On asked, pawing at the saucer.

"A lot," you answered her. "You can use these on your eyelids, your cheeks, your lips. It's versatile."

Cale watched you dip your middle finger to the pigment, watching patiently as you stared at your reflection for a second before you began to apply the red as lightly as possible on your lips. The sight reminded him of the girls he would see at the restaurant he used to work part-time in, taking out their compact mirrors and applying their lipstick.

"With this, my lips won't look pale anymore," you spoke, showing the kids the red tint on your lips. "See?"

On's eyes sparkled. "Wow."

"I know, right?" You replied. "I'm going to try putting this on my cheeks and eyelids. Hold on."

Cale watched you begin to be more enthusiastic in prettying yourself up. He sees the way you began to no longer hesitate when smearing the pigment on your face and the way your hands skilfully began to blend out the red on your cheekbones to the tip of your nose. Your eyelids look flushed and it gives you a very young and fresh look.

"My friends and I used to put makeup on each other," you told them and then turned to On. "Maybe someday, I'd get to do your makeup? Teach you something about makeup, what do you think?"

On's eyes grew wide. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course," you replied. "Cale won't mind, right?"

You all turned to Cale and he just waved his hand. "I'd rather you learn it from [Name] than anyone else."

"You hear that, On?" You smiled at the oldest child among the three of them with a large grin. "Just ask me anything!"

"I want to try, too!" Raon piped up, floating up to you. "Put some on me, too, [Name]!"

"Oh, me, me!" Hong began, not wanting to be left out.

"Alright, alright. What do you guys want to do? Any color you want?"

At this point, Cale had walked to sit on the side of his bed, watching you with the kids play with pigments after you brought the rest of the pigments you have acquired to the vanity table.

Even the kittens morphed into their human forms to make it easier for you. They've already grown taller and Cale felt nostalgic because the last time he had seen them in their human forms was when they first met. 

He watched as you began drawing on the kids' faces, still so careful to not let any paste or powder pigment get into their orifices. You did some kind of graphic liner for Raon and you did some drawings on the kittens' faces, doodling red, pink, purple, and blue flowers. 

He saw the four of you staring at the mirror together and laughing at each of the kids' faces. At some point, they got creative and began to draw on each other's faces.

At the end of it, he saw you applied even more red to your lips before giving each of the kids a kiss on their cheeks as they laughed when you'd blew raspberries to their cheeks. You had stamped their faces, your red lips on their cheeks.

"Human still hasn't gotten his!" Raon felt like that was necessary to add and Cale's cheeks flushed red, not expecting Raon to practically tell you to go kiss him. "No, you don't have to—"

"You want me to draw on you, too, Cale?" You asked and Cale didn't know he should feel relieved or disappointed that you were actually talking about drawing on his face.

"No..."

'I guess he'll be too lazy to wash them off,' you thought. 

"Well then, I'll clean these up and take the kids to wash off," you said. You still aren't used to having people clean up after you no matter how long you've been living with Cale, the supposedly spoiled young master.

Raon used his magic to help you carry the tools as you stood up, looking at Cale who's still sitting on his bed, surprisingly not laying down yet. You opened the bathroom door, letting the kids run inside and wash up first before approaching the bed.

"Thanks," you murmured to him, sitting down next to him. "For... You know."

He hummed. "It's no problem."

There was a silence between the two of you and truthfully, it was a bit awkward for Cale because he can hear the kids prattling in the bathroom while the two of you stayed silent. He turned to look at you, a question already on the tip of his tongue on what's wrong, but he went silent when he realized you have moved closer to him and your face is now next to his.

You pressed your lips to his red cheeks and he could feel your lips were still moist from the paste you had used to tint them. Your hand had touched the other side of his cheek, your touch gentle and not forcing him.

The cheek kiss lasted only for a second, but Cale felt like he was just struck by lightning. His whole body froze and his stomach felt...weird. It was unsettling and even though Cale hates not knowing what's going on at times, he embraced it just this once.

"For uhh—" Your face was already red from makeup, but Cale could clearly see your complexion reddening even more underneath your artificial blush. "That's for helping me out with this."

You looked into Cale's reddish-brown eyes and Cale could see that despite how tender you are looking at him, there was still anxiety in your gaze. He sees how you look at his eyes and your own had flickered down to his lips for only a second—so fast to the point that Cale was pretty sure if he had blinked, he would've missed it.

Cale leaned slowly towards you, his eyes looking at your face to make sure whether you mind what he's doing or not and he sees that you're staring at him with glimmering eyes.

"It got into my eyes!"

You both separated from each other, startled when hearing Raon's whine from the bathroom. You immediately stood up from the bed, looking away. "I'll check on them. I'll-I'll see you later, Cale."

Cale blinked, nodding his head. "Okay."

You jogged to the bathroom, tucking your hair behind your ear. Cale saw how red the tip of your ears was for a moment before you disappeared into the bathroom, asking the kids what had happened.

Cale raised his hand to touch the spot that you had kissed and looked at his finger, seeing the red pigment staining his fingertips. He stood up from the bed and walked to the vanity table, too aware of his heartbeat that's thumping on his chest and how warm his whole body is, especially his face.

Cale stared at himself in the mirror. He knew that despite the faux blush you put on him, his face is on fire. And on the same spot you had kissed him was left with a stamp of your lips in red. He placed his two hands on the vanity table and let out a long exasperated sigh.

'Damn it, [Name].'

#cale henituse x reader #trash of the count's family #raon miru #tfc #cale henituse #x reader #domestic #fluff #manhwa #they played with makeup #pining #mutual pining

[rocorambles]

What Is Love?

Pairing: Gojo x reader (Main), Nanami x reader (Side)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Rape, Sacrilegious, God Complex and Delusional Gojo, Somnophilia, Slapping, Choking, Humiliation, Coercion, Non-Con Infidelity

Summary: Gojo learns what love is and unfortunately, you're the object of his newfound affection.

A/N: Thank you as always for beta-ing @sawamooora and dedicating this to my dear @lets-go-datehoe. Thank you for sending this request, Yuli~

Love? Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. Love is for hopeless, lonely souls. Love is for miserable pathetic wretches desperate to fill an emptiness in their hearts, in their lives.

When everyone in the world is already falling head over heels to serve him, to be with him, when he's given everything he's ever wanted and more on a silver platter, why would he need love?

Gojo Satoru is already at the top of the world, with or without love.

Now lust? Gojo understands lust.

Carnal pleasure is never unwelcomed and unlike his elders, his head isn’t shoved so far up his ass to deny that he adores the feeling of his cock inside a slobbering mouth, a sopping wet cunt, an exquisitely tight ass.

But more than that, his arrogance and ego thrives and swells as women throw themselves at him, the feeling of being desired only fueling the prideful monster inside of him, only fueling his borderline delusion.

Of course everyone wants him. He’s Gojo Satoru after all.

And so he lets himself be worshipped, lets woman after woman praise him, reveling in the way they chant his name like a prayer as he returns their devotion with thick sticky white blessings. He smirks at the way they kneel before him, staring up at him in reverence, their pretty mouths and throats stretched wide across his cock.

Gojo Satoru is a god, and gods do not chase after mere mortals. So when he meets and you barely give him the time of day other than a polite bow, he shrugs his shoulders.

You’re just another disbeliever. Another silly lamb he needs to convert. Nothing more. Nothing less. Definitely nothing to get worked up about.

It’s almost amusing how you’re playing hard to get, sinning by spitting such crude and crass remarks at a deity like him every time he tries to speak to you. And it’s almost infuriating how you turn your nose up at him, as if you’re qualified to have an opinion of him, let alone think of him as beneath you. But he hides the pleased smile on his face when he sees your gaze linger just a tad too long to be mere coincidence the first time he reveals his eyes to you, a look of awe slipping past your scowling countenance.

See? They all come around eventually.

And so he lays it on thicker, draping his tall figure over yours, letting his warm breath grace the back of your neck, murmuring coy words in your ear. His long fingers find themselves tangling in your hair, brushing against your hands, touching every part of you as much as he can get away with.

You’re so close. He can feel your walls slowly crumbling away, can see the unsureness in your eyes as you half heartedly nudge him away after unconsciously leaning into his touch. Just a little more…

Except something, or rather someone, stops him.

Gojo Satoru isn’t usually caught off guard, especially not by the likes of Nanami Kento. The ex-salary man is a good man, but just a man nonetheless, no matter how you dress it up. But Gojo grudgingly admits at least surprise, if not something more, when he hears you’re in Tokyo and decides to pay your apartment a visit, only to find the Grade 1 sorcerer’s tongue shoved down your throat, your naked bodies entangled in rumpled bed sheets.

He tells himself it’s just a one night stand...maybe a friends with benefits relationship at most when he happens to catch both of you holding hands in broad daylight, a carefree smile he’s never seen before stretched across Nanami’s face as he sits at a cafe table with you, watching you happily munch on some pastry his underclassman has purchased for you.

Nothing he can’t handle.

But if you were a bitch before, a snarling ferocious wildcat whenever Gojo was around, you’re even worse now. Your apathy, the nonchalance with which you politely smile and nod in acknowledgement at Gojo before promptly ignoring him for the suited man by your side, gets under his skin like nothing ever has before. For once, Gojo is at a loss.

Ahh, so this is what denial feels like. This is the rejection and emptiness that he’s seen drive others to madness. This is love.

Gojo Satoru experiences his first heartache, but he doesn’t break down into pitiful sobs, he doesn’t mope around in self-pity.

He laughs.

He’s lost the battle, but he hasn’t lost the war. And when others would have turned tail and fled, he stands his ground, icy blue eyes sparkling in glee at the prospect of a new challenge, the prospect of his sweetest victory yet.

Gojo Satoru is a dangerous man. You know that with all your heart and soul, so it only makes sense that your hackles raise anytime he’s in your proximity. Maybe you take it too far, disrespecting your senior to an extent that would bring shame to you if it were anyone other than the Special Grade sorcerer. But in hindsight you’ll wish you did more.

You’ll wish you hadn’t caught the attention of the world’s strongest sorcerer. You’ll wish you hadn’t found yourself mesmerized by his sheer power, by those damning, dazzling eyes. You’ll wish you hadn’t begun to be ensnared by his allure, a trap you’ve heard the consequences of far too often from your heartbroken and weeping fellow female sorcerers. Maybe you’ll even wish you had just let him have a taste of you, use you before tossing you out like trash, like every other woman who’s fallen in bed with him, instead of whetting his appetite only to deny him of his feast, only to have him fixate on you even more.

But like Gojo, you know love and lust are two different things. And when Nanami shows up in your life, like a knight in shining armor, you feel Gojo’s spell on you shatter, your heart fluttering and thawing the ice that had begun to creep up your body, trapping you in endless blue.

Love is blinding, and really, you should have known that normal boundaries don’t exist in Gojo’s world. But your adoration for your lover has you hesitantly, but politely, letting the cheerful sorcerer into your shared home with Nanami — even though your boyfriend is overseas for a mission, not due back for at least another week.

It would be a lie to say you’re completely relaxed and fine with the circumstance you’re in, alone with Gojo Satoru with no chance of anyone being able to help you if something were to happen. But for whatever reason, Nanami respects the man, even considers him a friend, and in turn you feel an obligation of sorts to at least be cordial. And besides, Gojo isn’t a good man, but he’s not a bad man…right?

You find it difficult to believe that Gojo didn’t know Nanami was out of town, that his pout is sincere when you tell him that Nanami won’t be back anytime soon. There are only so many Grade 1 sorcerers in Tokyo and even less that Gojo actively keeps in touch with. But what’s the alternative? Believe Gojo came to see you? Unlikely.

Gojo is a womanizer, a slut, whatever other word you want to use. But a homewrecker? Especially of a dear friend? Never. (Frankly, you think it would just be too much of a bother for the emotionally stunted man.)

And you’re glad to see that your theories are proving to be true as the night continues, wondering if maybe the white-haired man is just lonely.

He’s strangely pleasant as he keeps a respectable distance from you, no suggestive comments spewing from his mouth, even his obnoxious arrogance kept to a tolerable low. You feel your guard drop, your smiles feeling more natural, genuine laughs slipping past your lips as he tells you about his latest adventures and missions.

But as a yawn interrupts your conversation and you stare askance at how late it is before urging him home to get some rest, apologizing for keeping him so long, your heart drops as you feel an overwhelming presence caging you against your living room couch, long limbs on either side of your body.

“What do you see in Nanami that you don’t see in me?”

The question is so jarring you almost forget the panic rising in your chest, mouth moving soundlessly as you try to process the meaning of his words. But instead of an answer, all that bubbles out of you is a shaky plea for him to leave.

Gojo’s never been good at following orders or commands. Why would he be? Since when has a god ever needed to listen to mortals? And you’re no exception.

You whimper as you’re suddenly transported to the bedroom you share with Nanami, struggling to no avail as Gojo easily tears your clothing off, positioning you on all fours in front of the floor-length mirror that decorates the corner of the room. Bile rises in your throat as he takes his blindfold off, blue eyes seemingly piercing your soul even through just a reflection and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to imagine you’re anywhere but here, with anyone other than him, trying to grasp at every fond memory you have of your blonde lover. But Gojo has a point to make and you gasp, eyes snapping wide open as a large hand wraps around your neck, choking you until you’re forced to stare at your joined bodies on the mirrored surface.

“Look at how perfect we are together. Look at how perfect you are underneath me. You chose that instead of this?”

You sob when he twists your head and forces you to look at a framed photograph on your vanity, a photo Nanami and you had taken together when he had brought you overseas with him for a mission.You regret not insisting that you go with him this time around, wishing more than anything else that you were wrapped in his strong arms.

There’s something irritating about your wailing and blubbering, your little hiccups and sniveling only fueling something dark and twisted inside of Gojo. Maybe it’s the way he knows that you’d never act like this if he was Nanami. Maybe it’s the way he knows you’re lust incarnate whenever Nanami has his hands or mouth on you. Maybe it’s the way he knows that you despise him and his touch so much, that you’d rather die than let him have you.

Ungrateful bitch.

Well if you’re going to cry, Gojo might as well give you something to cry about. A crazed grin slices his handsome face as your screams reach an all-time high, a frenzy, as he shoves his cock inside your unprepped hole, his shaft twitching in interest when you desperately wail his name over and over again as if that would do anything other than have him intensify his pace. But as pretty as his name sounds from your mouth, he tires of your useless pleas for him to stop. Gojo uses one hand to shove your face into the floor, your garbled cries muffled by the carpet as he chases his end, moaning at how perfect your tight, gummy walls feel around him. He’s dreamt of this for far too long and with a grunt, he cums inside of you, draping over your body and pressing his lips against the back of your neck, affectionately marking and tasting you as he empties his balls.

Through the pain and shame, relief floods through you, hope that this is finally all over, that he’ll leave you and your battered body alone. And you play dead, letting him do as he pleases, only occasionally wincing when he leaves a particularly intense mark on your skin, momentarily cringing when he pulls out, thick liquid trickling from your abused hole.

But you should have known better, should have known this was just the beginning.

You weakly paw at the strong arms easily cradling your exhausted figure, trying to wriggle as much as your aching body allows you to, sobbing into his shoulder when you see the direction you’re headed in. You wonder how it’s possible to feel even dirtier as calloused hands lather you with soapy suds, as Gojo takes his time scanning every inch of your body, intimately caressing and mapping every line and curve. And you plead for forgiveness from Nanami when slick begins to pool between your legs, as Gojo gently kneads and experiments with your breasts, rolling your nipples, long fingers expertly circling your clit and slipping inside of you.

Your orgasm shatters you and you stand there like a rag doll, body convulsing and eyes rolling back in your head as you drench Gojo’s digits with your arousal, the sticky strands of betrayal staining his hand as he brings it to your mouth. He gently peppers your neck and shoulder with encouraging kisses as you submissively suck him clean, tugging you along as he dries you off before tucking the both of you in bed, holding you in the mockery of a lover’s embrace. It doesn’t escape your notice that he’s chosen to sleep on Nanami’s side of the bed and shame has you curling into a fetal position, has you burying your face in the bedsheets, hoping for at least a whiff of Nanami’s familiar scent, a reminder of his presence.

It works, and you let yourself fall into a restless sleep, your lips twitching every so slightly upwards despite the tears still trapped in your lashes as you think of a tall blonde man, a yellow spotted tie wrapped around your hands as you teasingly pull a spectacled face in for a kiss. You writhe and twist in your sleep, heavily panting as you imagine Nanami’s hands roaming on your figure, his lips tenderly kissing a bold line down your neck and in between the valleys of your breasts. And as you imagine his fingers carefully rubbing your clit, you sigh his name, only to be abruptly woken as a lance of pain shreds through you.

Eyelids still heavy with sleep, body still groggy from being so suddenly roused, you can’t piece together what’s happening, one of your hands instinctively cupping your smarting cheek. But you frantically claw and bat in the dark, knowing exactly who’s on top of you despite the fact that your eyes haven’t fully adjusted to the blackness, the way your body is ripped apart once more, a telltale sign of whose cock is penetrating you.

“It’s very rude to say another man’s name when I’m the one making you feel so good. Let me teach you the only name you need to know."

There’s something horribly intimate about the position you two are in, the way he’s tainting the very sheets and mattress Nanami had made love to you on countless times. You wish you could force yourself back to sleep, could gouge out your eyes as you begin to make out the man pistoning in and out of you. But it’s no use and you know even sightless, those icy blue orbs are branded in your mind.

You vow to at least not give him the satisfaction of hearing his name from your mouth, pressing and biting your lips until a copper taste assaults your tastebuds. But Gojo has always been talented at everything he does, those gifted eyes seeing far more than they should. You shake your head side to side in denial as a knot quickly begins to form in your gut, body tensing as you feel another wave coming over you, only to let out a confused whimper when everything suddenly stops.

“You get to cum when you say my name and the magic word.”

The playful lilt and childish tone have you seeing red and you sneer in twisted pleasure when a gob of your spit hits him squarely in the face, a litany of curse words and insults spewing from deep inside of you, uncaring of how you’re more like a raving madwoman than a victim.

But you’re not the first brat Gojo’s had to tame, and he just smirks condescendingly down at you before playing you like an instrument, easily bringing you to that narrow brink where even a single breath of air, or a simple flick of a finger seems like it would have you toppling over the edge, only to relentlessly snatch you right back before you can fall.

You don’t know how long he goes on for, your shattered and denied mind barely cognizant of the beginnings of daylight creeping through the window. But as the rays of light make it to your bed, you break.

“Gojo-”

You howl when he pulls out, hips wantonly thrusting in the air for more friction as he crudely slaps his tip against your clit, a frown on his lips.

“That’s not the name I want to hear.”

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. Where’s your fucking backbone? How could you even entertain the idea of screaming another man’s name in your lover’s bed?

But when he steps away, your eyes zero in on how his cock separates from the sopping wet mess between your thighs, an unbidding distressed whine clawing up your throat at the thought of being left high and dry, mind hazy with lust and arousal.

“Sa-Satoru…Satoru, please.”

There’s work to be done and he’s not entirely pleased by the note of hesitancy and reluctance he still hears despite the hours he’s taken out of his time to educate you. But a promise is a promise and fuck if he doesn’t love the way his given name sounds in your mouth. And with just a few more meticulously placed thrusts and practiced twists of his fingers, you come undone, your lewd sex-crazed appearance and dopey smile from finally getting your sweet release dragging him down with you.

But it doesn’t end there and Gojo makes good use of your empty house, of the week he has alone with you.

There’s not a single surface in your home, not a single hole on your body that isn’t used and marked thoroughly. And even he briefly wonders if he’s being too rough with you, a flicker of concern crossing his mind as he pouts at the idea of his new toy breaking so soon.

But you prove your resilience and a strange concoction of pride and irritation festers inside of him as you determinedly clamp your mouth shut, a spark of defiance lighting up those lust-clouded eyes whenever he urges you to say you love him back, despite the way you practically ride and hump his face as he kneels between your legs and eats you out in the kitchen, despite the way you slur and babble his name over and over again like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

You’re adorable and he wishes he had all the time in the world to break you fully without using his trump card, to see just how durable you really are. But time is ticking and Nanami is due back any day now.

“Say you love me.”

He coaxes you by gently holding you in his arms, peppering your face with butterfly kisses, endearingly observing the way you seek the little comfort you can get despite the fact that he’s the giver, so deprived of anything other than frenzied arousal. But steely resolve hardens your eyes and you turn your face away.

“I love Nanami.”

You brace yourself for a cock slamming inside of you, a hand wrapped around your throat, but you aren’t ready for the endless galaxy that suddenly surrounds you, and blood-curling fear washes over you.

Unlimited Void.

You’d have to be living under a rock not to know of it, and yet, seeing it in person, you can safely say the rumors and tales don’t do it justice. Gojo laughs at how you frantically cling onto him, your arms wrapping around him, your face burying itself into his chest, voice trembling as you beg him to release you, beg him to get rid of his domain expansion, beg him not to let you go. You’ve seen the aftermaths of his technique, seen curses and sorcerers much stronger than yourself reduced to brain-dead husks from mere seconds in his domain.

“Say you love me.”

The words are on the tip of your tongue, fear making you docile. But a flash of blonde, a glimpse of a tailored suit in your mind keeps your saving grace stuck in your throat. You tell yourself it’s okay, you don’t mean it, it’s just a means to save yourself, surely Nanami will understand. And you begin to open your mouth, only to break off in a scream as you’re roughly shoved away, your hesitation speaking volumes to the white-haired sorcerer who sighs in irritation.

Not that you really notice or maybe you notice too well. You aren’t sure. You are sure. You can feel your sanity rapidly slipping as everything and nothing slams into your senses at once.

“Satoru, I love you!!”

It’s barely comprehensible, a shrieked frantic wail muddied by anxiety. But it’s enough and you sob in relief when Gojo ruffles your hair like you’re a well-behaved pet, leaning into his touch and digging your nails into his wrist, keeping his contact on you still and steady, dry heaving as you come back to your senses.

You don’t even realize that the repeated mantra is still coming out of your own mouth as you fling yourself onto the sorcerer as his artificial universe fades away, curling up in his lap, heart pounding as you chant “I love you, I love you, I love you” over and over again like it’s your holy scripture.

Gojo is on cloud nine watching you finally come to faith, finally worship him and praise him. You were lost, and now you’re found. And he has no intentions of ever letting you stray again. It’s not like there’s anywhere else for you to go, anything else for you to do other than warm his cock anyway.

He crashes his lips against yours as he easily slips inside your well-used cunt, walls molded and shaped perfectly after countless rounds. It’s sinful how good you feel, how good you sound, and he can feel his balls tighten, his own end quickly approaching as you shatter to pieces over and over again around him, quivering walls milking him, clamping down on him as if you can’t bear the thought of being empty.

But there’s nothing to worry about. What god would leave his faithful disciple unrewarded? What declaration of faith comes without a baptism? And he cums inside of you, hot spurts filling you up, branding you, marking and claiming you as his, the sticky white trails leaking out of your stuffed cunt a public declaration of who you belong to.

There’s silence as he lets you collapse on top of him, grinning at how blissfully fucked out you look, cock already twitching in interest again as he spies the mess of tears and drool dripping down your chin. But there are matters of business to attend to first and he nudges you to look at him, cooing down at vacant eyes still hazy with pleasure.

“Nanami is returning tomorrow-”

Blinding pain shocks you as a large hand tangles with your roots, pulling your head back so far you think your neck might snap.

“What are you so happy about?”

There’s a lightness to his question, the silence before the storm, and you wipe the smile off your face, hissing as he tugs harder.

“I know you like me more, but I didn’t think you would be heartless enough to be so excited about breaking up with your boyfriend. Poor Nanami.”

Even through the pain, the unspoken weight of his words registers in your head and you snarl at him with a vengeance.

“I’m not breaking up with-”

Your throat goes dry as he relinquishes his hold on you, one hand raising to eye-level, pointer and middle fingers beginning to cross, and you go still, mouth snapping shut.

“Good girl. Now you’ve experienced Unlimited Void for yourself. What do you think would happen to Nanami if I left him in there for even a second? Do you think he’d ever be the same even if he were to somehow survive, even if he were to go through months of rehabilitation?”

The inquisitive tone makes it sound like just a bunch of theoretical questions, but you know better, know the ramble for the threat that it is.

Love is about sacrifice, and you’re willing to give it all up for the man whose contact Gojo is pulling up on your phone, whose number is being called. And as the ringtones finally stop and a familiar voice greets you over the speaker, you seal your fate.

#yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #tw: noncon #tw: rape #tw: somnophilia #tw: yandere

[betweenthepages]

The Cure: Chapter 1

Summary: You get outed to your parents and it doesn’t go so well. But at least you have Jess Mariano.

Word count: 2370

⚠️Warnings⚠️: homophobia, homophobic violence

“Mom? Dad?” You called out, stepping into the silence of your home. You entered the living room and was met with the sight of both your parents seated on the couch. Your father’s gaze fixated on the floor with his hands clasped in front of him, lips drawn in a thin line. Your mother lifted her head in acknowledgment. The TV was off, no conversation being exchanged. Idleness hung in the atmosphere. “What’s going on?” You frowned. “Sit down, (Y/N).” Nervousness bubbled in your chest as you sat across from them. “Did I do something?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

Your dad’s eyes locked with yours. “Are you gay?” The question was completely unexpected. Your eyes widened in confusion. Sweat moistened your palms. “Am I- what?”

“Are. You. Gay. With that Mariano boy?” He gritted his teeth, his voice low to the point of growling. Your muscles tensed and you quickly debated coming clean or denying it. They wouldn’t be too pleased with the knowledge that you liked other boys, especially Jess. Heck you weren’t even allowed to be friends with him. You knew you couldn’t hide it forever. You were planning to let them know once you moved out and were no longer reliant on them. Perhaps deception would work, for now.

“No?” you put on your best act of confusion, “Where are you getting this from?” Your mother whipped her head towards you, eyes filled with a darkness that was completely unfamiliar. Your dad’s face reddened, fists clenched and visibly shaking. Fear clouded your senses. “What are these, then?” Your mother placed some pictures on the coffee table. Pictures of you and Jess. Holding hands and kissing. Your heart sunk to your stomach. “W-Where did you get these...?” Your voice was shaky from restraining tears. “They were left in our mailbox this morning, no envelope or name. How can you explain this (Y/N)?” Your mom scowled. Your throat went dry. Who would do this to you? Who hated you this much? Well, it didn’t matter who had done it, because there was no way to cover it up.

“It’s true, okay? I’m gay, I’ve been seeing Jess for-” You were cut off by a stinging pain on your cheek and a sharp sound echoing the room. Your father loomed over you, nostrils flaring and looking at you with pure hatred. You cowered in his shadow. “I did not raise a gay son! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! All those years of giving you a good life and a roof over your head for nothing! Disgraceful.” You whimpered as he fisted your hair painfully and reared your head back to look up at him. “You are not my son.” He spat. In quick seconds your body painfully collided with the coffee table, pain shooting up your abdomen. You barely had time to catch a breath before you were yanked up and slammed against the wall. Rough, calloused hands, pressing against your windpipe. You squirmed in an useless attempt to flee. Your chest tightened painfully. Your head felt light. You wanted Jess. He would hold you and protect you and take you away from this pain. Black spots dotted your vision and you thought ‘this is it. I’m going to die.’ Seconds before you passed out, the hands removed themselves and you collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. You cherished the temporary relief of having oxygen in your lungs while it lasted. You were kicked down into a lying position, your father’s heel coming in contact with area that hit the table. Tears cascaded down your swollen cheeks as you curled into yourself. The blows kept coming. You just shut your eyes and took it, holding onto hope that it would end eventually. By the time your dad finally took his foot away, your body was at it’s breaking point. Every breath came with immense pain. Bruises, scrapes and cuts blemished your skin. “You’re going to get up,” your father spoke, “and get the fuck out of my house.” You briefly glanced to your mother standing in the corner, staring at you intently. Her expression was unreadable, but she voiced no protest. You were in no state to be able to pack your belongings. Hopefully you’d be able to return and collect them. Or maybe your parents would destroy them. Right now, it wasn’t your concern. Your dad left to the kitchen, probably to get a beer, and your mother followed suit. Mustering the last ounce of strength you had, you crawled to the front door. With every movement your muscles ached. Holding onto the wall for balance, you carefully rose to your feet. Only grabbing your phone and jacket, you exited onto the pitch black streets.

You limped in the direction of Luke’s Diner, but gave up after a block. You were physically incapable of covering the distance. You quickly dialled Jess’s number, tears blurring your vision. It rang once. Twice. Your heart hammered in your chest, your breathing grew heavy. You felt a panic attack oncoming and you needed to hear Jess’s voice. Please pick up, please pick up. “(Y/N)?” Jess said across the line, voice thick with sleep. “Jess...” you whimpered, words getting caught in your throat. “(Y/N) what’s up? It’s late.”

“I-I need you. I need help. It hurts, Jess.”

“What hurts? What happened?” He was awake now, and seemingly alarmed. “I need an ambulance,” you glanced at the street sign, “I’m on Peach Street. Call them and get here, p-please.” Staying conscious was becoming a struggle. “Okay, okay hold on I’ll make the call.” Jess quickly switched lines and you leaned against the wall, waiting. Watching the stars kept you occupied. You were about to close your eyes until the blaring of a siren approached. You could vaguely recognise a car following behind it. As it neared, you recognised it as Luke’s pick up truck. You couldn’t see Jess’s face, but knowing that he came provided some relief. Jess got to you before the paramedics did. Warm hands cupped your battered face and soft caresses ghosted your skin. . “(Y/N), god what happened?” You chuckled bitterly. “Mom and dad found out about us. I’ll explain later. It didn’t go so well though.” You clutched your side. Talking was painful. Jess was about to say something but the paramedics told him to back away so they could load you into a stretcher. “Sir? Sir try to stay awake please.” Said a female paramedic as your eyelids drooped. Jess was out of your vision, but you could make out his voice shouting over them, asking to come on the ambulance. Of course that privilege wouldn’t be extended to non-family. Luke told him to buckle up and he’ll drive them there. You were exhausted, and the pain in your body was unbearable. Your allowed your eyes to shut, darkness replacing the blinding ambulance lights.

Jess and Luke sat in the waiting room, anxiously awaiting news about your condition. Jess’s leg was shaking and he seemed distanced in his thoughts. He had told Luke on the way that this had something to do with your parents. He’s had his fair share of beatings from Liz’s boyfriends, but he was struck with disbelief knowing someone could cause this much damage to their own child. The doctor emerged. “How is he?” Luke asked. “He has 3 broken ribs, internal bleeding, several deep cuts, contusions and a dislocated jaw. But he’s no longer in critical condition. It’s good we got to him when we did, or it may have been too late.” Jess‘s eyes widened and his blood ran cold. Luke thanked the doctor and bid him goodbye, then focused his attention on his distressed nephew. “T-They almost killed him...” Jess whispered, eyes widened and watery. Luke sighed, pulling the boy into a side hug. In truth, he was just as worried as your boyfriend was. He was accepting your relationship and cared for you. Ever since you’d come into Jess’s life, his immature ways and short temper had ceased. His school attendance went up as well as his grades. The sarcastic remarks and witty insults weren’t going away anytime soon, but Luke knew there was a mutual love between him and his nephew. And he knew you meant the absolute world to Jess. “You heard the doctors. He’ll be okay. He’s strong.” He rubbed the teen’s shoulder in consolation.

Patients and visitors entered and exited the hospital doors while Luke and Jess sat in silence. The clock was about to strike 1am yet they were more awake than ever. Jess hadn’t particularly liked your parents previously, but now his hatred for them ran deep. Upon his first arrival to Stars Hollow, they had advised you to keep your distance because word of his troublemaking antics spread fast. But you with your sweet, kind soul was willing to give him a chance.

A nurse approached them. “(Y/N) (L/N) is awake. You can see him now.” Jess bounded to his feet, swiftly stepping to your room without waiting for Luke to follow. He paused abruptly at your door and took a breath. Your head turned at the sound of the door slowly creaking open. Jess stepped in, and a feeling of warmth evaded your body despite the chill of the hospital room. You shifted to make room for him on the bed. Without a word, he embraced you. Careful not to hurt you, he rested his head on your shoulder, and the cloth of the gown dampened. “Jess.” You cooed, rubbing his back. “I almost lost you...” he mumbled. “I-It’s okay. I’m not okay, but I will be. The hospital staff are doing their best.” You attempted a smile but it hurt your face. Jess pulled away with a sigh, calloused hand cupping your cheek. “I want to know what happened. Not now, if you don’t feel like it. When you’re ready.”

“Well, I got home and my mom showed these pictures someone took of us kissing. She said they were left in the mailbox by an anonymous. I told them that I’m gay and that we’re dating, and... yeah.” You averted your gaze to you and Jess’s intertwined hands, playing with his fingers. Jess furrowed his brows. “Why would anybody-” You cut him off. “I don’t care about that now Jess. It’s all so much, I’m gonna see a social worker and the police, I don’t know where I’m going to live, people are gonna talk about what happened. Plus I’m tired and everything’s sore.” You felt like crying again before Jess shushed you, carding his hands through your hair and kissing your cheek. “Hey hey, (Y/N) I’m sorry. Calm down.” He readjusted to a laying position and carefully guided you into laying down on top of him, using his toned chest as a pillow. “I love you. So much. We can figure everything out later, just get some sleep. It’s almost midnight.”

“I want you to stay and be there when I wake up.” You said. “Okay.” Jess smiled. There was a cough, you both turned to see Luke in the doorway. “Well, I’ll leave you guys alone and uh, Jess I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.” He nodded, “Goodnight (Y/N), call me if you need anything.” You smiled at him and bid your goodbyes, before it was back to just you and your boyfriend. Jess leaned over to turn off the light. “I love you, Jess.” You said into the darkness. He responded with a long kiss to your forehead.

Jess woke up first. The hospital staff hadn’t arrived yet, so he wouldn’t get in trouble. He pressed light kisses on your forehead until your eyes fluttered open. “Morning.” He smirked. “Morning,” you grumbled, nuzzling into him. “What’s going on today?” He asked. “I explained the cause of my injuries to the doctor and now I’ve got to talk to the authorities. Then I’m seeing a social worker and doing some paperwork.”

“Where you going to stay?” Jess asked softly.

“If my parents get arrested then I’ll probably get sent to a foster home.” You sighed. “Is that what you want?” Jess frowned. “No, not at all. I mean, no way I’m living with my parents again, but also idea the of going with strangers...” you trailed off, focusing on drawing shapes on his chest. “Move into the diner.” Jess said without no hesitation. “Jess you know I can’t-”

“Yes you can! Really (Y/N), we can talk to Luke about it.”

“Talk to me about what?” Luke stood in the doorway wearing a questioning expression. “Sorry, I was going to knock but I overheard my name.” He chuckled. “Can (Y/N) stay with us?” Jess asked. “Jess no-“

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” Luke shrugged. “I- what?” You turned to Luke in shock. “We can make that arrangement, if that’s what you want (Y/N). You’re at the diner most of the time anyways.” It was true. You always stayed over with Jess and had dates at the diner to keep your relationship discreet. “Well yes, but being a permanent occupant is completely different.” You frowned. “Hey kid, your parents are real shitty people. This is a hard time for you. I have a feeling you don’t want to end up in the foster care system, so this is one less problem to deal with.” He said.

Jess spoke up, “(Y/N), I’m okay with it, and Luke is okay with it. So why the hell not?” You felt like crying again. You practically pounced on Jess babbling a string of ‘thank you’s and peppering kisses on his face in between. He laughed heartily, rubbing your back. Luke observed with a tender smile. “Thank you Luke, really.”

“No problem kid.” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to seem as less threatening as possible. “Jess and I have to go, the staff are gonna be here any minute. But rest up okay?” You nodded. Jess really didn’t want to leave, you assured him visiting hours were long and regular. Eventually he pulled away and you shared one last kiss before he was out of sight.

#gilmore girls #bxb #jess mariano #male reader #jess mariano x male reader #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x y/n #gilmore girls fanfiction #fanfic

[attack-on-kiwi]

HI! how would the warriors react to their s/o overworking themselves? 💔

oop I feel like they’re all prone to overworking themselves

Reiner Braun:

Reiner’s first instinct tells him to remove his s/o from whatever they are working on, but he understands that if they need to get said work done, he shouldn’t intervene too much. He’ll keep a watchful eye over his s/o in case they start derailing and showing signs of fatigue. 

He isn’t above scolding them if they take on more than they can handle.

When his s/o finally gets up and falters, nearly knocking over a candle onto their desk is when he’s suddenly by their side and ready to catch any stray fire hazards. He’ll chide them while pulling them away from their work and making sure they get some rest.

Berthold Hoover:

Bertholdt immediately notices that his s/o hasn’t been coming to bed regularly. He knows they’ve been training hard, but it seems that lately they have upped their workload. He finds them in the training grounds near midnight and watches.

When they stumble is when he finally comments that overworking themselves will do more harm than good. However, his sudden voice nearly gives them a heart attack as they exclaim his sneakiness is what will harm them before a little extra training.

He just has to pull on their sleeve to convince them to head back to their quarters and rest.

Annie Leonhart:

Being someone who will do the bear minimum at most times, Annie gets annoyed when she finds out her s/o is taking on more work than they need to. She doesn’t mean to snap at them, but tells them that no matter how much extra work they do, they’re replaceable and getting exhausted wouldn’t solve anything.

Despite sharing her thoughts, she’ll leave her s/o with a final, ‘Do what you want’. She doesn’t care to get involved in their redundant schemes, and as long as their extra work doesn’t get in the way of their health, she doesn’t care.

At least, that’s what she says. She’ll watch from a distance, and there’s always a cup of tea that appears near her s/o when they look like they’re about to pass out.

Pieck Finger:

Pieck doesn’t like it and will try to convince her s/o to rest. The extra training and report filing might look good on an individual level, but in the grand scheme, it matters very little. So, why should she watch her s/o get stressed? 

Unfortunately, they’re stubborn and won’t listen to her. She doesn’t press them aggressively and instead takes to sitting by them when she can or lying her head in their lap while they work. She does a little extra work herself to look quite tired.

Eventually, her little scheme ends up tugging on her s/o’s heartstrings, and they end up agreeing to take regular breaks if it means she won’t break her neck falling asleep on them.

Porco Galliard:

As soon as he notices, Porco will try to wait for an opportunity to bring up that his s/o is working too much. Unfortunately, he’s not that great at waiting, especially when it comes to the well being of those he loves. As soon as he walks in on his s/o working on strategy proposals for the nth evening in, he snaps at them.

He yells that they need to be smart and put the papers away. Working while tired is only going to lead to burn out, which will lead to mistakes in the field. He’s not yelling because he wants to, he just gets panicked at the idea of them hurting themselves.

Porco ends up feeling awful, but instead of immediately apologizing, he ends up bringing them a small snack before leaving them alone.

Zeke Jaeger:

Similar to Pieck, Zeke tells his s/o that they’re irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, so there should be no reason that they work extra hard. He’ll suggest they take a break and play some catch, but then takes it back since it might be physically taxing. 

He’ll continue to talk to them while they work, which either distracts them or annoys them into not getting any work done. Regardless, Zeke feels he’s successful since they aren’t even holding their pen anymore. 

Zeke will try to coax them to bed by giving them a shoulder massage or rubbing their back. It’s difficult to say no to the jerk, because even though he’s teasing them with stupid insults, he’s being nice, and being nice can do wonders in such a world.

Colt Grice:

Colt understands overworking oneself well enough, that, like Reiner, he has a difficult time. trying to convince his s/o they need to take a break. After being called a hypocrite one too many times, he thinks he should give up. However, he feels bad about not convincing them, which leads to him hovering.

He’ll ask if they need help or if they need a drink. If able to, he’s more than happy splitting their work in order to finish up quicker. This ends up being the system they decide on, and he’s happy enough knowing he can help his s/o in a small way.

The two get their work done in a timely manner, and he makes them pay him back by spending the morning of their next days off lounging in bed.

#reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart #pieck finger #porco galliard #zeke jaeger #colt grice #reiner braun x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #annie leonhart x reader #pieck finger x reader #porco galliard x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #colt grice x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan imagines #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin headcanons #shingeki no kyojin imagines

[oumaheroes]

Stargazing

Word Count: 2030

Characters: England, France- FrUK

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‘If you could go back to any era, which would you choose?’ There is a stone in-between France’s shoulder blades, something that finally tips the scales from being comfortable into not, so France rolls onto his side, cradling his head in his hand.

From his spot in the grass next to him, England turns his head lazily, the movement long and slow. His eyes are the last to move, fixed on the stars, and they find France’s with a sharp flick, ‘What?’

‘Are you too drunk to listen?’ France lifts a heavy arm and reaches across the small distance between them to brush some errant hair away from England’s forehead and lets it stay there, tangled in his roots. France himself is wine soft and slow, warm in his stomach and chest from both the day and the drink which settles within him.

England huffs, ‘More like drunk enough that I can stop pretending you’re worth listening to.’

France hums indulgently, far too jovial at the moment to search for any unintended offense, ‘oh, the lies you tell yourself. They do amuse me.’

England frowns, head still facing France and cheek pillowed in the grass.  Wine is not enough to soften him entirely, it seems, ‘that is rich, coming from you.’

France brings his hand down from England’s hair to lay it across his mouth, ‘I’m not starting anything with you this evening, I’m too full.’

England opens his mouth and, very gently, bites the meat of the pad of France’s hand. Just to show that he could and to be difficult, showing that he won’t go down without a fight. France’s small input in the ridiculous battle is to leave it there, refusing to give in. Eventually, England lets go and moves his head away, although not before pressing his teeth down just that bit harder. France reclaims his hand and allows him escape without protest.

‘What drivel did you ask me?’ England looks back up at the sky again, high and cloudless above them.

‘If you could be in any era again, any that we have lived through,’ France repeats, ‘which would you pick to go back to?’ He has caught England in a good mood, one where he has allowed himself to be seen, for a time, without anything sharp covering him. Drink has made him pliant and loose tongued and France, in a similar mood, is keen to make the most of it.

England rolls his head slightly back, considering the question, ‘How long do I get in the era?’

‘No, don’t do that, don’t make it technical. It’s not a difficult question.’

‘It most certainly is, running water always influences things,’ England’s mouth twists in a wry hint of a smile, ‘and it’s one thing to pop back to the Tudor times for one of the court parties and quite another to have to spend more than a week there. I do not lament the loss of hose and codpiece.’

‘I do, they made my legs look fabulous.’

England snorted and rolled his eyes, ‘Why am I not surprised.’

‘You’re avoiding the question,’ France twists away from him briefly to feel for the wine bottle they’d been drinking from. It had rolled away slightly, the slight incline of France’s garden causing it to move easily as they shuffled about and he takes a long swing of it before laying it between them, neck resting on England’s stomach. He’s past beyond the point of using glasses now.

‘I’m not avoiding the question, I was trying to-‘

‘No stop, you’re ruining it; I’ll go first,’ after brushing the grass underneath to clear it of stones, France returns to lying on his back, arms behind his head, and ignores England’s tut of annoyance, ‘I think I’d actually want to go back to the days under Rome, just for a visit.’

England sits up on his elbows and takes a sip from the bottle himself, ‘I hadn’t expected that of you.’

‘No?’

‘God no. I would have thought you’d want to go back to one of your King Luis. You know, peak opulence, decadence- all that faff. You still love the fancy balls and the clothes, and the needless tat that came with it,’ England takes another sip of wine and runs his tongue over his teeth, ‘the dances and the jewels, the silly little court rules of behaviour. The gossip.’

France chuckles, ‘you were so funny every time you were dragged along- so out of place! You couldn’t go more than an hour before letting your true colours slip free.’ England was never truly refined for very long, especially when it came to the Versailles’ court standards.

‘Anyone with a lick of sense was immediately out of place,’ England quips drily and lays down again, placing the cork back in the wine as he goes.

It sounds nearly empty- shame. It was a nice year and the last of the bottles that they’d brought out to the garden. Dinner had been a late, informal affair in France’s kitchen- homemade bread and creamy, locally made cheese with chicken. Simple and filling, comfort food for the both of them. The summer heat made them both unwilling for anything too excessive and the entire day had been spent doing lots of nothing much at all; England lounging about in shorts that France refrained from teasing him about lest he stop wearing them.

‘Yes well,’ France lifts his head and clumsily bats him in the stomach with the top of his hand, ‘despite that indeed being extremely enjoyable, I do mean it. My choice of era, I mean.’

England makes a soft noise that gently demands elaboration, a low rumble in the back of his throat but France needs no prompting. He presses a knuckle into the softness of England’s stomach and feels him breathe in deep and slow.

‘I’d love to have nothing to be responsible for again. Everything was done for me, as a colony- the way my cities were built, the improvements made to my industries, the negotiations for trade and commerce, everything. I’d like to revisit being a child, in the closest sense of childhood our kind has,’ France pauses, mulling that over, ‘Imagine that again, being small but without fear of being so. No politics, no money driven economy, no push for growth. We have spent so much of our lives racing to get somewhere, striving to be more that I can hardly remember what it was like to be nothing more than an idea, existing just to speak for the lives that called themselves mine.’

France turns and catches England watching him, eyes searching and heavy, ‘Does that make sense?’ he asks him.

‘No,’ England’s answer is immediate, ‘no, and yes. The desire to be I understand, but I detested that age.’

France smiles at him, understanding masked by the dark. England does not, and never did, like being anything other than in perfect control of himself. Relinquishing that to someone else, even for his own benefit, has never been anything more than a horror.

‘Well,’ France says, ‘that is my choice. I liked being looked after and I have so much to do nowadays that it would be nice to have nothing to do once again. Nothing more than wander about my fields and see my people, or visit a northern barbarian across the sea.’

‘Don’t talk about Scotland that way, you’ll hurt his feelings.’

France laughs and reaches down to find England’s hand, open palmed and curled fingers by his side. He intertwines his own with it and brings them upwards, watching as together they cut across to block the light from his house and silhouette into a tangle of them both.

‘So,’ he says, running a thumb across the skin of England’s knuckle, ‘what era would you choose?’

England sighs, a light thing but France can hear a yearning there, ‘Any of the years I was at sea. The 1500’s when I was first starting out and even up to the 1700’s when things became more regimented- any of them. To be able to just get in a boat and go, no one knowing when I would come back or even where I was going.’

France shudders, the idea of being out in ocean that deep and so alone chilling him. For creatures that revive after death, who can wake again and again and again as long as there is a body to return to, the ocean is a lonely, painful place to die. To sink lifeless into murky depths, only to reawaken there in the dark press of salty sea; most nations avoided it as much as they could, wishing to avoid the long, drawn out death choked by waves and forgotten on the seafloor.

England never had such a healthy fear of the oceans. He went out into thunderous storms and monstrous waves as if enchanted, unable to resist the pull of something untamed. England sailed off as soon as he was able, going out for further and longer than anyone else dared and losing himself in the harsh life of the brine. He was a different creature far out at sea, something so strangely alive and perfectly at home for a man made from the soul of the mountains and land.

‘You always were a strange one for the macabre,’ France drops their hands back down and finds England once more looking at the sky, the reflection of stars glinting in his eyes.

‘The seas never change,’ his voice is quiet and distant, ‘some things do change, of course- the boats we sail on, how we do so. Things shift on the sea, the lands we travel to and from are washed away and changed with time but the sea itself is always the same. I appreciate it for that, it is predictably unpredictable. Constantly refusing the press of mankind by being the one thing we can never truly understand, for all of mankind’s new fancy gadgets.’

England gives a sudden, dry laugh, ‘I used to navigate the world by constellations, now I have to travel just to find some stars. To the highest peaks I have, or deep in my countryside to avoid as much light pollution as I can. But out at sea they are as they have always been, the same things I have watched and tracked for thousands of years. That is when I can just be as I have always been.’

The sky hangs overhead, speckled and bright and now, France notices, startlingly empty, ‘I often forget that they’re there,’ France speaks to the sky, ‘Funny, isn’t it? How something so fundamental can disappear and mankind not even notice. How odd to forget that stars are there, then to not notice they’re gone.’

‘We are cursed or blessed to remember what’s past,’ England offers, ‘which one depends on who we remember for.’

They lay in silence for a moment. France feels the collected years sit with him openly, laying on his chest and heart like tiny weights. The ground pushes against his back, firm and unmoving, and he breathes in deeply, smelling the heat of the summer in the air. He is here. He is now. He is. Still, after all this time. He watches.

To exist is to change, to live is to evolve and move with the flow of time, but France understands the want for something constant in the flood, something that stays recognisable and the same throughout the years. The older he gets, the more he yearns for it keenly.

‘You’ve gone and made things serious,’ he lifts himself back up on an elbow, England looking at him without moving his head, ‘just like you to take a light conversation and ruin it.’

England raises an eyebrow, “Oh the lies you tell yourself; they do amuse me.”

His French is accented with a Norman dialect, a gentle dig and refusal to fully let France have what he wants and France laughs at it, at this one unchanging constant he is stuck with. He leans down to kiss him, hair curling into England’s face and hiding what remains of the night sky.

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AN: Every time I try writing one of these small drabbles, I start out with a particular idea and tone in mind but gosh darn it they never go where I intend for them to.

Today we have ended up with this, two old men talking themselves in circles in the summer grass.

#My writing #aph france #hws france #aph england #hws england #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia fanfic #hetalia #aph #hws #arthur kirkland #francis bonnefoy #nationverse #i have so may writing styles and one day i will stop flip flopping between them #another thing to clean up before going on AO3 #fruk #aph fruk

[loveacrossteyvat]

Birthdays through the years (Diluc x reader)

.........*years ago*.........

You stood in front of the large doors of the Dawn Winery, your hands fiddling with the wrapped box with both nervousness and excitement. You really hope that your best friend Diluc would like the gift. You jumped a little when the door opened, revealing Crepus who saw you and gave a warm smile.

“Ah, you arrived. Diluc has been anxiously waiting for you, (y/n).” Crepus said, opening the door for you. As you walked in, Crepus called out for his son, who immediately ran out from a room. Large red eyes widened with excitement and ran into you to hug you tightly, squishing your cheeks together.

“(y/n)! I’m so happy you came!” He cried out with a big smile. You laughed as well, pulling back a little and petting his fluffy red hair. The two of you left Crepus to head into the dining room where his adopted brother, Kaeya was waiting in and gave you a small wave. Despite being the son of a famous man in Mondstadt, Diluc preferred having small birthdays with his family and best friend. You came from a humble family who worked with Crepus for a time. During that time, you often visited the Dawn Winery with your parents where you met the brothers and became close friends with them. You and Diluc became especially close to which you two never seemed to separate.

“(y/n) look at this. Kaeya and father made me this for my birthday.” Diluc said as the both of you sat down and he pointed to a white cake with red frosting, two slices cut out for the brothers.

“Wow, that looks delicious.” You complimented, causing the blue hair boy to blush shyly. A maid proceeded to cut you a slice so you decided to pass Diluc your present. “Here Diluc. I hope you like it.” Diluc thanked you and took the present, opening it rather quickly. Kaeya peeked over a little as Diluc pulled out a red gem attached through a gold rope. “My mom taught me how to make it. It’s supposed to go around your collar, like a necklace.” You explained, feeling a little nervous as Diluc stared at the present.

“This is really pretty. Thank you, (y/n).” Diluc thanked with a bright smile, immediately relieving you of all the anxiousness you’ve been feeling. 

.........*a few years later*.........

Time passed and much has changed in your life. You started taking a liking to making trinkets and jewellery. You have made a number, including a blue earring for your friend Kaeya, and women started to take notice of them and wanted some for themselves. Thus you became quite well-known in Mondstadt and noticeably grew more independent from the nervous child you were before.

As you busied with your hobby-turned-job, Diluc and Kaeya grew to be strong young men who joined the Knights of Favonius. You knew it was a dream of Diluc considering the number of times you played knights with the two of them. And you were happy to see him rise up well, gaining much respect and admiration among the other knights. Kaeya seemed to have just tagged along with his brother but he too made a name for himself as a man with wits and skills.

Despite not being able to spend as much time together as when you were kids, you and Diluc still had a strong relationship. When you were both free, you would meet on a quiet grassy hill to talk about your lives. Diluc would share about his training with the knights and the people who he has met, including the successor of the Gunnhildr Clan Jean. You shared about the new materials from different regions which you tested making trinkets with, sharing how you would love to travel to those places yourself one day. No matter how tired Diluc was from training, he always seemed to make time for you. You were after all a dear friend of his and he liked the idea of having you involved in his life.

Every time you two talked, you always noticed the red gem hanging around Diluc’s neck. A present from you which he has held dear to all those years. It was just one of the quiet actions which the boy has done to show how much he appreciated your company. Other than that, many have noticed how much happier Diluc seemed when he was with you. Crepus liked to joke about how he felt relieved of leaving the Dawn Winery one day to the both of you, to which made the both of you shy about the thought.

Though, Diluc never once denied it.

Speaking of the Dawn Winery, you were right now decorating the living room for Diluc and Crepus’ arrival. It was Diluc’s coming of age ceremony and you wanted to give him a surprise when he returns home. So you came early and worked with the staff to get everything ready. You headed to the couch where you rummaged through your bag and pulled out a small package. It was a handmade lanyard which you hoped would be useful for Diluc with his new rank as captain. You were thrilled when Diluc shared the news and you immediately went to work on this as your way to say congratulations.

You smiled to yourself and placed the present on the table, waiting with the rest of the staff for the masters of the house. But all of you would have never guessed the horrible incident which would change everything which seemed normal.

.........*current year*.........

It was late at night in the Angel Share and the red hair bartender was cleaning the last of the glasses for the day. He had gotten a good amount of information for his personal mission and was ready to head back home to prepare for his quest. He heard the door opened and was about to remark about the tavern being closed when he saw who was standing by the door and his eyes widened slightly.

“Diluc. I’m glad to catch you before you left.” You said as you pulled down your hood and walked over to the bar seat.

“You know the bar is open during the day, right?” Diluc remarked, placing the glass on the tabletop.

“There’s too many people during that time. This is the only time I can talk to you without anyone bothering us.” You said. Diluc hummed in response and went to the bottle shelf. Meanwhile you quietly observed him, smiling softly. It had been three years since the unfortunate incident and it changed your lives.

Obviously Diluc became more distant and somewhat cold, an irony of his Pyro vision. The death of his father and his leave from the Knights of Favonius made you see him less, sometimes not at all. You tried to reach out to him but something told you to keep your distance for the time being, only showing your silent support on the sides.

It was only when Diluc needed help with a commission and he knew that you usually travelled across lands for your job. He trusted you and let you in on private affairs of his, including his persona as the Darknight Hero. You jumped at the chance to help him in any way you could, which included gathering intel from people of different cities and bringing new materials back to the Dawn Winery.

Because of that, the two of you begun to spend more time together. Your more optimistic nature and light talk of what you’ve seen in your travels slowly broke the walls of Diluc’s heart and the man started to become himself around you. You counted the times he managed a small smile in front of you, being happy with yourself every time he did. 

“How was your trip to Liyue?” Diluc asked as he passed you a glass of your favourite drink.

“It was great. Working with the jewellers there was inspirational. Plus the experience of their culture was a nice refresher.” You answered and took a sip of your drink. “Also, I got some good information about the Abyss.”

“Sounds good. We’ll talk about more about it back in the Winery.” Diluc nodded and said. You both shared a silent moment with short chats for a while before you remembered something.

“I almost forgot. I got you something.” You went through your bag before pulling out a parcel. “It’s a speciality tea from Liyue. I know you don’t like alcohol so I thought you might like to try this.” Diluc took the parcel and a nice natural aroma wafted into his nose.

“It smells good. I’ll have someone make tea for us when we return.” You nodded and hopped over the counter to wash your empty glass. As you were, you jumped a little when strong arms wrapped around your waist and a warm breath hit the crook of your neck. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing how touchy Diluc actually is when in private. And judging by his action, it would seem that someone missed you.

“You know, I only managed to come back this quickly because it’s your birthday tomorrow. I know you don’t see the need to celebrate it but do you think you want to do something special? Just the two of us.” A small smile formed on Diluc’s face and he lifted his head to place a feather-like kiss on your forehead.

“I would really enjoy that.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #genshin diluc x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader

[inhuman-obey-me]

The Agony & The Ecstasy

Can also be read on AO3 here

Word Count: 5.2k

Description: #HappyBirthdayAsmodeus 2021!! Before he was the Avatar of Lust, he was the Jewel of the Heavens. A journey from the angel Asmo used to be, to the demon he's become.

[cw: sexual mentions]

The Agony

He sat before the mirror of his bedroom, sketching his lean cheeks with their high bone ridges, his soft lips, the gentle curls of his champagne-toned hair, the light in his orange-yellow eyes.

The Jewel of the Heavens, they called him. The most beautiful of the angels. So lovely that even Jophiel, the patron angel of artists, had asked if she could have a painting to keep of him. And so, here he was, trying to capture his image on canvas for the archangel.

Asmodeus was proud of how everyone admired him, but truthfully he didn't think it was anything so special. Rather, he was more focused on how lovely everyone else around him was. He wouldn't say that he wasn't beautiful, but so was anyone, in one way or another. There was so much to admire in everyone that his heart ached every day. He longed to help them see themselves the way he saw them.

The lilting notes of a bird's song through the open window broke him out of his thoughts, and he set his sketch down for the moment to greet it.

"Well hello, bluebird dear," he greeted it with a smile, holding his hand out. "How are you today?" The bird trilled with delight in response, rubbing its head against his fingers, and he laughed, petting the creature. "Your singing is so lovely, my dear. What a beautiful day to hear your song."

"Oi, Asmo, good, you're here!" he heard his brother call from below the window. "Lilith and the twins snuck off down to the human world again, could ya go get them? Geez, those troublemakers...I've gotta help Lucifer with somethin' so I need you to go, okay?"

"Whaaaat, they went and they didn't invite me?" he pouted. "I can't believe them!"

"Hey, hey, that's not the point," Mammon groaned, rolling his eyes at his younger sibling. "Gabriel is looking for Beel and Belphie, and you know he'll flip if he finds out they went down to the human realm without permission."

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll get them, don't worry! Walk with me to the portal?"

"Agh, I'm busy you know," Mammon groaned, though he didn't seem all that upset. "But fine, I get it, ya wanna spend some time with your big older brother! Leave it to Mammon!"

"You tell yourself that," Asmo giggled. He hopped down from the window, fluttering down gracefully on the lightness of his robes. "So where in the human world do you think they went this time?"

"Well, you know, Belphie always wants to go to that circus he likes. He mighta dragged the other two along with him."

"Ooooh, right, the circus! The acrobats are so graceful, with the way they glide around in the air. They don't even have wings, but they figured out a way to look like they're flying! Humans really are interesting, aren't they?"

"You think so? I think it's kinda scary, man," Mammon shuddered.

"Well just because you might trip over yourself even on the ground doesn't mean everyone's that clumsy!" Asmo teased.

"Oi! Take that back! I can walk just fine, thank you!"

"Heehee!"

"Anyway, if they're not at the circus, maybe one of those restaurants? Beel's been eating a lot lately, maybe he wanted to try some human realm food."

"Ah, yeah! The fancy restaurants down there make such pretty dishes! The chefs are such artists," Asmo said admiringly, eyes glittering. "I'd like to try one too..."

"Hey, don't forget you're goin' there to get the twins to come back! Don't get distracted by running off down there yourself!"

"But I never get to go down to see the human realm! And the three of them like it so much, you know, it'd be nice to see how pretty everything is for myself," Asmo smiled innocently.

The two of them stopped as they reached their destination.

"Oi, Asmo, I'm serious. You better not go off hitting on everyone you see again," Mammon warned.

"Hey! I'm not hitting on them, I just think everyone is beautiful, and they should know it," Asmo protested. "You're just jealous because they like me more than you. But if you saw the good in everyone you met like me, they'd love you too! You should try it sometime!"

"Ugh, Asmo...don't be gross. And seriously, come right back once you find them. Gabriel's gonna have my hide too if they don't report to him soon, after he asked me to send them over."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, I'll be back before you know it!"

The younger brother waved breezily as he stepped through the portal.

--

When the light of the portal faded from his vision, Asmodeus found himself in a quiet, hidden spot of a sunny park. Birds chirped, dogs were playing, and he could hear the screaming laughter of children from farther away. In the distance, he could see a news board by the nearby street, which seemed as good a place as any to start checking for information about the circus.

Before he could make it over there, though, a young woman stopped him. "Ahh, excuse me! I just, um, y-you're really handsome, and um...I-I just wanted to say hello. Are you visiting our town? Would you like to spend some time together....maybe come with me to the bakery down the street?! I want to get to know you," she blurted out.

He laughed with delight. "Oooh, aren't you adorable! Forget me, you're so pretty yourself! Your skin is so radiant, and your eyes are so sweet," he cooed. She blushed bright red at the compliments immediately. "Oh! But...I don't have time to go to a bakery right now, I'm looking for my little siblings. Unless you've seen a pair of boys with a girl around there? A tall guy with orange hair, and a sleepy black-haired boy?"

"I, um..." she paused, mind racing on how to keep him interested. "You know, I-I might have seen them. Or maybe, um...maybe the baker has! P-people are going in there all the time, you know, s-so maybe he might have seen them...? I'm sure he'll be able to help!"

It was fairly obvious that she was lying, but Asmo couldn't help but be charmed by her shy attempts at staying with him. His heart tugged him to go along with it anyway, just as it tugged at anyone he came across, especially those who were so drawn in by him too. He couldn't help it, even if it got him into trouble at times. So he agreed.

"Hmm, is that so? Okay! Let's go then."

She led him along the road to the bakery, an extravagant little spot for the size of the shop, where the man at the counter unhelpfully told them that he'd seen a lot of boys around and couldn't possibly remember them all. "Maybe if you buy some bread, I might remember better. I recommend some of these tarts...and you'd better take this big loaf right here too, to be sure I don't forget again," he said with a vicious grin. "We charge by the ounce, of course."

The angel gave him a bright smile back. "Oooh, they do look delicious! You must be so talented to create such beautiful things, sir! Oh, but...I don't have any money on me..."

This clearly irked the man, though something about Asmo's cheerful expression at least stopped him from throwing the pair straight out of the shop, as he usually might with people like this, who came in with no money. He eyed the golden bangle on his visitor's wrist. "Give me that then," he demanded, pointing. "I'll give it to my daughter. She'll like it."

Against his better judgment, the angel obliged. After all, it was just a part of the human world disguise he wore - he could just make another one later. And the baker was going to give it to his daughter, which was certainly kind. Or at least, he thought that was better than just selling it, like most people would. How lovely for a father to want to give his daughter nice presents. "Here, you can have this then. So, about my brothers...?"

The human greedily snatched the bangle from his palm. "Sure, they came in, just about an hour ago probably. The orange-haired one bought more bread than I thought I would sell all day. The girl, she was talking about wanting to visit someone in town. She didn't mention where, but it sounded like it was near the square. And the boys, they wanted to go to the circus that's visiting. They're over at the edge of town."

Satisfied with this new information but not exactly pleased about what the exchange had cost him, he thanked the baker and excused himself from both humans.

Frustrating as it was, this was how it always went. Asmodeus felt himself filled to the brim overflowing with love for everyone, painfully so. And no matter how they lied, or tried to trick him, or took advantage of him, he still loved them so much. It wasn't that he was naive, or that he didn't notice, but just that he always still saw the good parts of them too.

At least he knew where to head from here, though. It sounded like Lilith had probably split off from the twins, but since Mammon had only asked him to send Beel and Belphie back, he'd worry about her later. First, the circus.

Luckily, by this point, Belphegor had been caught dragging his twin to such shows often enough that Asmo could pretty easily predict what area of the audience he'd find them in. He made his way into the tent and quickly located the pair. "You two!" he hissed quietly from the row behind them. "You know you shouldn't be running off to the human world while everyone is still working! Mammon said Gabriel was looking for you. You'd better get back, right now!"

The twins looked at him guiltily, two sets of apologetic eyes. "Sorry, it's my fault...Lilith said she wanted to visit someone, and you know Lucifer always scolds her not to go down alone. So I said we should come too," Beelzebub explained quickly.

"It's my fault too, Beel," Belphie added. "After she met up with them, I wanted to come see the circus again...sorry."

"Ahhh, okay, okay! I can't be mad at such cute younger brothers! Just hurry up and go!" Asmo said, waving away their apologies. "I'll find Lilith to make sure she comes back okay too."

Relieved at his easy forgiveness, the two of them slipped out quietly to head back.

The elder brother sat there a while longer. He'd never actually been to a circus himself before, and he was curious. It was entrancing - contortionists twisting their bodies in fascinating ways, trapeze artists flying gracefully across the air, the balance of the tightrope walkers and the authority of the ringmaster. Though he didn't know them, his heart ached with admiration at the performers below. It was easy to see why their youngest brother loved coming to these so much.

Before he knew it, he had stayed to the end of the show, and the audience was filtering out around him. But he didn't want to leave just yet, and longed for more. Without really thinking, he wandered out to the back of the tent, to the performer's entrance.

"Oh? A fan?"

He blushed a little as realized his mistake, meeting the eyes of the acrobat who had addressed him. "Hi there! I guess you could call me a fan, yes? Your performances out there were just sooo beautiful!"

An amused smile crossed her face. "Well aren't you a cutie. What's your name, hon?"

"I'm Asmodeus!" he replied cheerily. "But my brothers call me Asmo."

"Asmo, eh? Heh. Well, thanks for the compliments, Asmo," she said, leaning in to play with a strand of his hair. "I'm Naamah. Glad you enjoyed the show."

From this close, he could see every detail of how stunning the woman was. Her makeup was thick, as it needed to be for the stage, but it suited her somehow, like her face had always been meant to wear it this way. A tight bun of dark hair sat atop her head, ringed by a blue and red crown of feathers that matched the bright colors of a costume that showed off every curve of her slender, athletic body.

"In fact, Asmo, my dear fan," she continued, "today's your lucky day. I don't feel like sticking around for another of the top hat's fucking lectures about how we need to do better tomorrow. So what do you say we go find ourselves a party, love?"

He thought guiltily back to Lilith, who he had promised to find and escort home. But on the other hand, she had come to see someone, and he didn't really know when she'd be done meeting with this person, or where they were at this point. And he'd never actually been to a party before...

--

"Have another drink, Asmo, I insist," Naamah laughed tipsily, passing him another cup of wine. "You act like you've never let loose before!"

Truthfully, he sort of hadn't, and for his part, Asmodeus was having a magnificent time. A quaint little band of musicians played upbeat, joyful music from the edge of the courtyard, which was packed with merry folks in all sorts of costumes. His new friend had mentioned on their way here that it was a costume party, and the costumes truly did not disappoint - people here were dressed up as angels, demons, all kinds of animals, and even as things he'd never heard of before. Even after changing partially back into his angel form to let his wings free, he didn't feel like he stood out any more than anyone else.

And the dancing! The overflowing love he felt had an outlet for once, here where he could feed the energy back through his movements, passing from partner to partner without anyone to scold him for being too loose with his love. He couldn't help but think that the Celestial Realm felt so stuffy by comparison - all music back home being generally restricted to choirs to their father, and none of the raucous laughter and chatter filling the air the way the humans were doing here. The seraphs were strict on the lower angels, insisting on upright perfection at all times.

"This is so much fun," he said as he clinked his new cup against Naamah's with a laugh, giggling even harder when she then leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Pass it on," she dared in a whisper to his ear.

Being the Jewel of the Heavens, always filled with love as he was, it didn't take long for him to find another person to pass the kiss on to. He got up and lightly pecked a man by the sidelines on the cheek. "Hi there, darling. Would you like to dance?" he asked sweetly.

The man reddened slightly at the kiss but agreed quickly to a song, and Asmo found himself soon in another round of dancing, whirling between partners until he had probably danced with each person at least three times. Mid-step as he was about to pass to Naamah again, he noticed a figure moving quickly by from across the road.

A very familiar figure.

"Ack, I'm sorry - I've got to go," he said quickly, leaving his companion very confused as he dashed off from her and the rest of the party.

"Lilith!" he called out, chasing after her in the now-fallen night.

His sister startled at the sound of his voice. "Asmo? What are you doing here in the human realm?"

"You know, really I should be the one asking you that, sis!" he responded, patting her on the head as he caught up. "Mammon sent me here to find you and the twins. Although I, hehe, might have gotten a bit distracted on my way to find you after I sent the twins back. Okay, your turn, what were you doing here?"

She looked away shyly. "I was just, um...meeting someone."

"Ooooh? Tell your big brother more," he teased.

"Well, um...a-actually, Asmo, you love everyone, right? But how do you know you're in love with them?"

That certainly caught him off-guard.

"Hmmm? I never really thought about it," he mused. "I guess it feels kind of warm and fuzzy, right? Or...sometimes it's stronger. Like fire! Like your whole body is in flames, and you're going to burst apart in one biiiig explosion!" Teasingly, he grabbed her by the shoulders and mimicked some explosion sounds. "Why, my dear sister, have you fallen in love with somebody? Were you down here to ask the humans for loooove advice? Who is it, hon? Uriel? Israfil?? Camael?? Or - don't tell me it's Michael?!"

"N-no!" she said, eyes wide. "Ahh, no! No, it's not like that! And don't tell Lucifer or Mammon that I asked about this either!"

Her older brother just giggled mischievously in reply. "Well, let's just get back," he answered, placing his hand on the tree by where he'd landed earlier to open the portal back up.

When they stepped through, their two eldest brothers were waiting for them with scowls.

Lucifer spoke first. "Where have you two been, exactly?"

"Eep! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stay out so late!!" Lilith squeaked, quickly hiding behind her other brother. "I just, um--I just wanted to go meet with someone. And I lost track of time."

"What about you? Don't tell me ya got distracted hitting on people again," Mammon said, turning his attention to the other just-returned angel. "I've been havin' to cover for ya all day! Raphael is not happy."

"Hey, you're the one who sent me down there to find the twins!" Asmo argued back.

"Yeah, and they came back ages ago! So where have you been!"

"Well, one of the acrobats from Belphie's circus invited me to a party, so I--"

"A party?" Lucifer growled. "You were out late for a human party?"

"I mean...! I didn't know where to find Lilith or when she'd be done meeting her person, so I just thought I'd have some fun while I was down there," Asmo pouted.

"You still shouldn't be going to human world parties, Asmo," the eldest lectured, refocusing his gaze on their sister. "And as for you, about that person you went to meet...why are you meeting with a human?"

She just looked away.

Lucifer sighed. "Never mind, we'll talk later, Lilith. Just go back to your rooms for now, it's late and the next patrols will be by soon. You're lucky Mammon was the one on duty tonight and reported it straight to me so the other seraphs don't know yet."

With relief, the two of them scurried away back to their respective living quarters.

Back in his room, Asmodeus looked over the sketch of himself he'd been working on earlier that day. After the excitement of the day and the party, it looked so bland now that he looked at it again. It was perfectly in line with the classic portrait style of paintings all over the Celestial Realm, but it felt so flat. He saw the good in everyone, right?

And the best thing about him wasn't his face, or his hair, or the way the sunlight fell perfectly across his face at noon. No, the good thing about him was how he loved everyone, wasn it? The love that filled him to bursting at every moment, the love that felt like heavenly fire coursing through his heart every time he looked at someone. That was what made him the universally admired angel that everybody loved back. This painting needed to show that overflowing love too, didn't it?

He tore the canvas off, stretching a fresh one across the frame to start again.

&

When Lucifer came to the brothers to say he was going to rebel against their father, Asmodeus didn't hesitate. All of them had heard about what Lilith had done, and how she was set to be punished for it with obliteration. Utter destruction, wiping her from existence. And for what? For her love?

Well, Asmo was intimately familiar with getting in trouble over love. He'd certainly felt the sharp end of Raphael's spear enough times to know that love was not especially prized or respected in the Celestial Realm. Their father had created him with this overwhelming burning of love towards all, yet that same father commanded the angels without regard for love. It was his rules that forbade Asmo from having outlets to express his love, and it was those same rules that would now destroy his sister.

Lucifer had already tried arguing for mercy, to no avail. It didn't matter if it was out of love; all the worse, in fact, because Lilith wasn't supposed to have gone down to the human realm in the first place, let alone fallen in love with one of them. Their father didn't care about love. So, Lucifer would fight.

And so would Asmodeus.

The Ecstasy

When he came to, the first thing Asmo felt was weightlessness.

It wasn't just his clothes, which had transformed from a billowing mass of white robes to a slender, form-fitting black tank top and pants. Nor was it how his large, elegant wings were now turning to four smaller, curled bat-like ones.

No, it was the lack of burning fire in his chest. What normally felt tightly contained within him was looser, freer, like something had unlocked inside of him, allowing it to spill out.

It was such a jarring, unfamiliar feeling that he gasped out for air.

"Asmo!! Beel, Belphie! Levi! Are you all okay?!" Mammon called out at the sound, rushing over. He had landed not too far away, and seemed to have undergone his own transformation, his usual softly draping outfit now full of sharp, cutting lines instead. In fact, it looked like everyone had either changed or was mid-transformation.

"Where's Lilith?" Beelzebub asked immediately, sounding panicked. "She got hit by an arrow earlier and fell during the battle, is she here?! Is she okay?!"

Belphie sat up and looked around before shaking his head. "I don't think she's here," he said softly. "What happened?"

"Mmm, well judging by how we all look, I guess we're...demons now?" Asmo chimed in.

"Aaagh, dammit! I saw Lucifer fly down all of a sudden while we were fightin', but I don't see him here either. He's gotta be around here somewhere though," Mammon said. "C'mon, get up, guys. Levi, you okay over there?"

A pitiful mumble of affirmation came from the cerulean-haired lump. Levi had awoken but, it seemed, simply opted to stay laying on the ground, as if laying there would erase away everything that had just happened.

After a quick check over each of them, Mammon seemed satisfied that there were no major injuries, at least. Aside from, obviously, them all having lost their angel forms, and seemingly having transformed into demons here. Which meant...

"Welcome to the Devildom." A demon in a crisp black and red uniform walked up to them with a polite smile. "Lord Diavolo has requested for all of Lucifer's brothers to come to the RAD student council room at once. Of course, Lucifer himself is there as well."

Ignoring the confused chatter of the brothers, he led them to a grand building, through beautifully sculpted hallways, and into a large courtroom-like chamber.

A large, dark-skinned demon in what looked to be a red school uniform was seated at the judge's seat, and beside him...Lucifer, in a similar uniform as the man who had led them here, as well as a scary-looking blond individual they didn't recognize.

Five piles of cleanly folded uniforms sat on a table in the center of the room.

In what felt like a whirlwind of explanation, the demon at the center introduced himself as Lord Diavolo, confirmed that they were indeed demons now, and explained that, as the demon prince and current ruler of the Devildom, they were now part of his domain. This was RAD, a school for demons, and the demon who had led them here was Barbatos, his personal butler. His father, who had passed the reigns of power but still commanded more respect among the nobles, would help work out the details of their new positions here in the Devildom, but he wanted to welcome them as members of the RAD student council.

It was a lot, but most importantly, they would stay together down here. They would live together, with Lucifer working out the details of their new home, and they would attend this school. Apart from this, they would be eventually assigned other responsibilities, but they would be otherwise free to enjoy the Devildom as they pleased.

As they pleased. Asmodeus wasn't sure what this all meant for them, but he liked the sound of that phrase.

--

Asmo sighed happily, gazing at himself in his vanity mirror. He looked perfect. His outfit was perfect, with pearly flower earrings perfectly matching the flowery sleeves of his shirt.

After they fell, Mammon had worried and fussed over everyone - not that he would ever admit it outright. Still, the worry had been unmistakable, checking in on each brother every day to make sure they were adjusting okay. But for Asmodeus, things were more than okay. It was like a blindfold had been removed from his eyes.

When he looked at himself now, he understood why everyone had always fawned over his looks - he was gorgeous! How had he never seen it before? He was dazzlingly beautiful. No wonder they had called him the Jewel of the Heavens! And though he was no longer part of, well, heaven, he was still the most stunning being to exist, in all the three realms.

That being the case, it was only right to share himself with everyone, right? Everyone had always wanted to gaze upon him, and at last, with the chains of celestial modesty shed from him, he understood that it was his responsibility to share this gift of his beauty with all.

"I'm heading out!" he called out to his brothers in the common room as he skipped out of the house with excitement. By this point, he'd been to tons of parties, but the joy of it never really wore off. The energy, the dancing, the drinks, the new people, and most importantly? Getting to do whatever the hell he wanted.

The pumping music and the flashing lights of the club greeted him as he threw open the doors. "Who's ready for an Asmo party?! Your Avatar of Lust has arrived!" he cheered.

Everyone in the club went wild immediately, as they always did for these. A night of partying, hosted by the Avatar of Lust, filled with dancing and drinks, and inevitably ending in a wild orgy at some nearby hotel room with as many bodies as could be crammed in? The demons at the club always went wild for an event like that.

Cambores, his good friend, came up immediately to give him a kiss on the cheek and pass him a drink. "Asmo, baby, we've been waiting for you! There's a whole line of succubi who have been begging for a dance with you tonight!"

"Only a dance?" he giggled impishly, as he waved to the line his friend pointed out. "Well, they do have to take turns, since a beauty like mine has to be shared with everyone. But we'll have to see if any of them can tear themselves off of me after a dance!"

Wasting no time, he grabbed the hand of the first one and whirled her onto the floor. "Bothothêl, you're back for me again tonight," he teased. "Didn't get enough of me last night?"

"No, never, Lord Asmodeus," she responded, gazing adoringly into his eyes. She shimmied against him, pressing herself close against his body, and he responded in kind. "I want you every night if you'll allow it."

"Well, I'm flattered, my dear," he answered in a sultry whisper against her collarbone, "but I'm afraid you can't hog beauty like this. But maybe next time I eat you out, I'll eat your heart along with it so I can carry you with me, if you want to stay beside me so badly." He felt the lust emanating from her at that, and took the opportunity to give her a little nibble against her neck, before twirling her away to pull forth the next two succubi from the line at once.

By the tenth or eleventh song, he was about ready for another drink - and some actual action, rather than the intimate but very short flirts he was having with his dance partners. "Sarabocres, darling," he greeted the bartender cheerfully. "Can I get a Brimstone Kiss? And...a Death Tequila Sunset for this new friend of mine right here," he added, tugging over a random demon who had caught his eye from further down the bar.

"O-oh, um, Lord Asmodeus! T-thank you," the demon sputtered in surprise.

"You're welcome," he smiled sweetly back. "So you know my name, what's yours?"

"Kamusil, sir," she answered. Her eyes sparkled as she took him in, though she quickly scooted back and looked away. "Wow. You're even more beautiful than everyone says."

Smirking, he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze back up to meet his. "Well, no one can accurately describe perfection, after all. But no need to be shy, cutie, you can drop the sir and all those formalities. Tell me, what kinds of secret desires are you hiding? If you could have, hmm...let's say, ten demons here in your bed tonight, who would they be?"

As if in a trance, any hesitation in her dropped away immediately. She pointed out various demons to him, some he recognized and some he didn't, all of them drop-dead gorgeous.

A mischievous smile spread across his face. He gave her a quick smooch, and whispered, "Okay, wait for me just a bit then, and don't you leave before me. Okaaay? We'll have a good time tonight, I promise."

With that, he downed his newly arrived drink and returned to join the throngs of dancers.

--

What a fun plaything she'd been, truly. Despite having been so shy, Kamusil had really had a knack for spying some of the wildest partners he'd been with in quite a while. He lay idly in the bed, tracing the sleeping form of one of the many sexed out demons beside him.

It would be an exaggeration to say they'd all explored pleasures together he'd never dreamed of - he was the Avatar of Lust, after all - but certainly there were some obscure things he got to try out that night. And there was always tomorrow, or the next night, or the next.

After all, there was nothing stopping him anymore. No shame, no modesty, none of the rules binding him. He could do whatever the hell he wanted.

And he loved it.

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To those of you who have been battling addiction of any kind:

Whether you’ve just started your journey to recovery, or you’ve been fighting the good fight and choosing sobriety for a long while-

It’s totally okay to admit that you still have those thoughts.. those thoughts that come up when you’ve had a rough day or received some bad news.. the thoughts that tell you it won’t really hurt anything to just have that one drink to help you relax or that one smoke to take the edge off or that one hit to just get you through that depressing time.

It can be hard to admit that you still have to resist temptation when you’ve gotten so many pats on the back because of your choice to be sober and you know there’s so many people watching you that you don’t want to let down.

I don’t like to be the one to say things like “once an addict always an addict” because I don’t necessarily believe that is true, BUT it is a constant mental battle to continually choose NOT to dissociate and numb oneself.

The emotions and feelings that you want to get away from will still be there even when the pleasure from the drugs, alcohol, food, or sex fades, but anyone who has been on their journey to recovery will know this.

This holiday season while lots of people are choosing to party it up- it’s ok to be honest about where you’re at with your healing journey. ❤️‍🩹 It’s okay to leave or decide not to go somewhere where you know you’ll be faced with temptation to relapse or cave. It’s okay to distance yourself from people who can’t help but make comments about who you used to be in an effort to pull you back down into the darkness you’ve fought so hard to free yourself from. Having tempting thoughts whether you relapse or not does not mean you are back at square one. You’re not who you used to be no matter what anyone else says. No matter how many times you’ve relapsed.

When those people who judge you for your past decisions laugh when you say you’ve changed and you dont do those things anymore- remember that they are only showing you how they feel about themselves. They are projecting their own self limitations onto you, trying to keep you stuck in addiction, because THEY don’t have the strength to free themselves the way you did, ESPECIALLY if their addiction is different than yours. Even if you are still struggling, you atleast made the choice to acknowledge you had a problem. Some people never make it that far, and when someone else around them does- they feel the need to judge and make rude comments about how you used to be in an effort to get the attention off of their own short comings and weaknesses.

This holiday season, find your strength in authenticity. Be honest with yourself about how you’re feeling. Be responsible for your own energy when you’re feeling tempted to cope with uncomfortable energies by resorting to old addictive tendencies. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for where you’re at on your journey. Your light and strength is triggering their darkness.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed by negative energies and find yourself wanting to cope- change the frequency. You are like a radio station. Make a conscious effort to change the channel.

Go for a walk outside. Get some fresh air. Say some positive affirmations. Take some deep breaths. Go play with children. Pet your dog or cat. Watch a funny movie or do something that makes you laugh. OR ask your spirit guides/angels/God/source/universe (whatever you believe in or pray to) for help! You may be able to fake being okay to some people around you but you can’t fake it with the divine.

Remember who you are, and remember your WHY for quitting. And remember that no matter where you are at in your journey - it is ok. You are loved. And no matter how tempted you get, or how many times you mess up- it’s never too late to try again. You can always change your vibration. You can always choose to change the radio station.

“Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

James 4:7

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