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snzhrchy · 1 year

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Hi hru 👋🏾

I have a request for Wednesday on Netflix maybe you could write xavier and the reader having a fight and then he suddenly kisses the reader. Only if you want

— ☆ THOSE FEW DAYS !

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis; you’re just concerned about your boyfriend’s issues but it leads to a terrible argument between you two yet you both still long for eachother.

warnings; none :)

taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !

Ever since the arrival of Wednesday Addams in Nevermore and the unfortunate expulsion of Rowan, your boyfriend, Xavier Thorpe had been acting rather, unusual, to say the least.

Yes, he did lose his roommate and he was being tormented by frequent nightmares of a creature — it was enough to make one lose their sanity. Yet today, in particular, he was acting odd.

You noticed that today, he was feeling uncomfortable, bothered by the slightest conversation, as if he were scared. He also was making an attempt to cover his neck either with his collar or hands. You observed that the reason as to why he was hiding his neck was due to the large red scars that were planted on it — worst of all, they were fresh. They looked as if a creature had attacked his neck as it appeared that maybe claws were the cause of it.

You overheard him informing Wednesday that the scars were due to fencing class yet you knew him better than anyone — he wasn’t that careless to get injured so terribly in fencing. It was probably due to another cause.

Eventhough, deep down you knew you shouldn't inquire him about his latest injury something had urged you to question him about it. You wanted to know why he looked and felt so terrified. After all, you were his girlfriend, shouldn't you have a right to know?

Reluctantly, you made your way to his art studio which was an old shed he had cleaned out. You knew he was in it due to the slow hum of the music you could hear from the outside and the small light rays that penetrated out of the shed's windows.

Xavier would visit the shed whenever he was in distress. Lately, he'd been visiting it quite often as he was tortured by all his horrifying dreams and the events occurring in Jericho. The rumours of the creature in the woods weren't helping either.

One, two, three. You knocked thrice onto the door, patiently waiting for the man inside to let you in. After a few moments on waiting, the door finally opened to reveal an anger-stricken Xavier, who leaned against the doorway of the shed.

His palms were coloured in different shades of blue and red, indicating that he was painting. Whereas his eyes were both avoidant of your gaze. He kept glancing at his shoes, not even bothering to greet you — other times, he'd let you in, showing off anything new he had painted.

You broke off the awkward silence with a small cough, 'can I come in?' you lightly asked as you attempted to smile at him. Still not meeting your eyes, he replied with a simple 'sure,' and moved out of the way so that you could enter.

You looked around and were horrified at the sight of the inside of the shed. Nearly every corner was filled with sketches, drawings and paintings of the creature - some scribbled messily while others were decorated in detail. You now knew that his nightmares were only getting worse even with his multiple therapy sessions, he still wasn't getting any better.

'So what do you want?' Xavier asked with no emotion. You turned to look at him after finally tearing your eyes away from the gnarly pictures he had drawn. 'I just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling,' you replied, 'I noticed your scars and I wanted to ask you...' you trailed off, unsure of how to continue since you noticed that his expression hardened.

'Why? So you could blame me for all the murders?' he snapped. You had no idea what Xavier could possibly mean by that statement. Did someone blame him? Was that he was feeling so sour?

'No, I don't blame you at all and you know that. I was just here to check up on you and-' before you could finish, you were cut off by Xavier: 'well, I don't need you checking up on me, I'm perfectly fine. Stop pretending like you ever actually cared,' he shouted.

All the worry you had about him left you immediately, you yelled back at him as he yelled at you. You both were shouting back and forth, throwing cruel words at eachother. Until, you had had enough. Your eyes and cheeks were now stained with tears, your lips were bleeding due to you biting them aggressively and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

His harsh words were enough for you to finally leave his shed, filled with rage and sadness. Clearly, he was not feeling alright and took out his anger on you. You were just trying to check up on him, what could've caused him to feel like this?

To be honest, you were angry at him, terribly angry. You stormed into your room, trying to block off any thoughts you had about him. Yet you couldn't since no matter how foolish he acted, you still liked him.

Rave'N was suppose to be a fun and eventful night for any outcast. Well, any outcast except for you. Ever since your argument with Xavier, you didn't bother talking to him, even when he attempted to apologise to you.

You went with your friend and roommate, Yoko and instead of moping over Xavier, you decided to actually enjoy yourself. It was a party after all, you were suppose to enjoy yourself here. The drinks and loud music were finally making you forget all about Xavier.

After a couple of drinks and a few dances with Yoko, you were finally exhausting yourself. Tearing away from Yoko and the dance floor, you finally sat down on a table you presumed to be empty to rest a bit before going back.

'I see you're enjoying yourself here,' a familiar yet unexpecting voice called — the last voice you wanted to hear right now. Sighing, you turned to look at the unwelcomed face of Xavier. You raised your brow, 'So? It's a party,' you replied, not even bothering to pay attention to him.

'Hey listen...' he began as he sat himself next to you. You knew what to expect, for the past few days, Xavier had been attempting to apologise to you for his harsh words yet you didn't bother listening to any of his apologies; most of the time, Yoko would just tell him to leave.

You sighed and turned to look at him, 'you've told me that same apology multiple times but you have to realise that I was really hurt by your words... I was just worried.' This was probably the longest conversation you both had this entire week.

'Xavier, I understand you were hurting back then but I just kinda wished you ta—‘ before you could finish your statement, you got interrupted by a pair of lips on yours.

It was a surprised gesture but you reciprocated it almost immediately; you missed this so much. You’d never admit it but you really did miss Xavier loads. Just by kissing him, all the events of the past few days were lost; you just wanted to be with him.

Once you two pulled apart, Xavier looked at his shoes, avoiding your gaze again — it looked as if he was embarrassed of his actions.

‘I’m really sorry about that, y/n. I shouldn’t have done that,’ he stated apologetically. Deep down, Xavier longed for things to go back to the way they were. He felt upset and he missed you so much.

‘Hey, it’s alright. I’m kinda over it besides, you were just on edge back then; we both said things that we regretted. I understand,’ you gently spoke. Xavier looked at you with hopeful eyes yet he didn’t utter a single word.

The last thing Xavier expected you to do was stand up and offer your hand to his, inviting him onto the dance floor.

‘Come on,’ you said as you happily dragged him to the dance floor.

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ohtobeleah · 2 months

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Secret Sacrifices // Jake Seresin

Chapter One: [Mermaids Don’t Exist]

Summary: Jake continues to plays your knight in shining armour when tensions rise between you and an overly intoxicated patron. Bob brings up a mutual memory.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!reader. Witness Protection F!reader. Sexually degrading comments made towards reader. Sexual tension, trauma. Mentions of death & violence.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author Note: Still not writing as much as I once was but I’m getting back into the swing of things. Any comments, thoughts or concepts are welcome!

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Dreams mainly occur when the body falls into a stage of sleep referred to as R.E.M. Rapid eye movement occurs when the brain and body are finally able to completely rest. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that when your body is able to rest, it allows you to do so.

“We’ll find you, Y/n!”

Nightmares are typically thought to be an evolutionary conserved trait. Some researchers believe that nightmares provide a rehearsal for life-or-death situations. Before you lived one? You would have said something along the lines of ‘that checks out.’

“No no no no please, Patrick, stay with me—“

Some researchers believe nightmares to be a practical experience for many people as it allows the brain to run through multiple different algorithms to find the most desirable strategies, and solutions to often critical and complex situations.

From a procedural standpoint, simply imagining doing an action can improve your performance.

“I love you—take Charlie.”

This applies when we simply imagine doing an action such as playing the piano or running for your life after being run off the road, it activates something called a mirror neuron.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with here, girly.”

In theory, the more nightmares you have, the more of those algorithms your brain is able to run, and the more prepared you’re likely to be for the daily struggle of survival.

But evolution herself is seen by the scientific community more so as a tinkerer than as an inventor.

“Oh god—please, not my baby, please! Someone! Help us!”

So, that’s probably why you have the same nightmare over and over and over again every single night.

Every morning you wake in the same way, with your face pressed into your pillow and your chest sinking into your mattress. Secretly, every morning you wished that your pillow would have suffocated you in your sleep so that today would forever be unobtainable. But you couldn’t do that, no. Not when the only way to bring a sense of worth to your life was to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

With a groan and a look that spoke volumes to your lack of self-esteem, you rolled onto your back and let out a heavy sigh. Your hands were quick to shield your eyes from the mid-afternoon rays beaming into your bedroom via the slightly cracked windows.

“Your name is Y/n Y/l/n, you are doing the right thing.”

Guilt and grief aren’t linear emotions. They don’t have a perception of how much time has passed. Realistically it had been three years, six months, and two days since your entire world had been flipped upside down. But every morning, after seeing your husband bleeding to death as he sat pressed against the steering wheel, and having held your five-year-old son in your arms while he took his last breath, the wound was reopened.

And the clock always resets.

“Ah, there she is.” You couldn’t help but hang your head in shame almost. Penny’s glare from behind the bar was as piercing and sharp as it was endearing and playful. Like a woman who took no shit from no one. “You know, you’d think management would be here on time more frequently than whatever the hell this is.” All you could do was take the semi-serious scattering from the owner of the bar you’d been lucky enough to be set up with a pretty good gig at. “Get over here and give me a hand will ya?”

“Sorry, Penny—” There wasn’t much more you could say to justify yourself. You woke up late, got ready slowly, and got lost in the steam of your mid-afternoon shower as you fought off the existential dread that was your current situation. “Flat tyre,” You shrugged like it wasn’t that big of a deal that you were currently twenty-three minutes late for your shift, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah well, you can start by clearing off the table by the piano,” Penny smiled as she nudged her head in the direction of the unruly table of patrons that had surely had far too much to drink. “Think Rick’s had a little more than his liver would care to admit.”

“Yeah righto,” you sighed as you came behind the bar, doing up your apron as you looked around at the utter mess that had become the place. “I’ll sort him out.”

North Island wasn’t somewhere you ever saw yourself living, but that was the real kicker in all of this. You didn’t mind the picturesque town with clear blue skies and water that mirrored it. But being the outsider, being the new resident, being the Hard Deck’s newest manager was all some of these people saw you as. Six months in a small Naval town was barely a dint in the years some of these families had been living here.

“Aw hello, Brewer!” Rick Spencer, the resident rioter, cooed as he beamed your way. For someone in their mid-sixties, he surely went alright. “What brings you in on this fine Saturday afternoon?”

Typical - If you could have, you would have rolled your eyes so far into the back of your head you would have fallen over. Instead, you chose to smile and settle into the nightlife festivities with a can-do attitude and a rather cheeky smile.

“Came to check on you, Spence? How’s everything over here boys?” It wasn’t uncommon for you to entertain the banter most of the patrons would give you. Most of the locals had caught on quickly that you enjoyed a good laugh every now and again but also knew how to handle your own.

But there's always one in every group, isn’t there?

“Would be a hell of a lot better if the barmaid was a little more topless! Right boys!?” A man you hadn’t seen before interrupted before a roar of ‘yeahs’ and agreements were made. Fists and beer bottles along with spirits alike slammed against the tabletop. “Come on girly—” The man continued as you stood there holding the empty bar tray, ready and waiting to collect the empties that littered the table. “Get your kit off.”

“I don’t think so, boys,” You politely declined the offer of public indecency. “Perhaps in another lifetime.”

“Sorry about him, Brewer,” Rick explained as he shook his head and stood from his seat at the booth. “My nephew’s here for a few days.”

“Yeah well, so long as he remembers I run the joint and can have him tossed any time,” You replied sternly. “Keep him in line, Rick.”

“Oh come on now, sweetheart, I was only joking!” The man you only knew as the nephew chuckled as he overheard your comment. “It’s slim pickings around here anyway, you just look like the best of a bad bunch is all.”

“Hey!” That voice, that far too familiar voice echoed through the crowd. “You speak to her, or any woman for that matter, like that again? So help me god I’ll punch your teeth right through the back of your skull.” Jake snarled as he came to stand in front of you with his back nearly pressed right into your chest. “Got it!?” The close proximity, the overwhelming aroma of the familiar cologne, and the notes of burnt orange and bourbon made your heart warm. It all had your heart beating against your chest with a force so intense you thought it might break through.

“Yeah right,” the man only known as the nephew agreed. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’ll get on the waters for a while.”

“That and a pretty big tip should call us even,” you added with envy conviction laced in your voice that you even had yourself fooled that everything was alright. “Let me just grab these empties for you fellas.”

You didn’t mess around with it, you simply let the group fall back into their regular chatter as you filled your tray.

Jake stood with crossed arms a little off to the side, eyeing off all the men who sat idly. Fucking pricks.

“Been here all of five fucking minutes—” Jake could sense your frustration as you turned into him. At first, he didn’t move, he simply stood there drinking you in as you held the now full tray of dirty glassware.

“You didn’t have to do that for me,” was all you said.

With wandering eyes, Jake didn’t miss a single inch of you.

“I know,” Jake smiled softly as he reached around to lead you back to the bar for a moment to decompress. His hand gently fell to the small of your back as you walked side by side, “I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but just because you’re capable? Doesn’t mean you have to go it alone.”

Alone, that’s all you’d ever been for the last three years.

“Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right,” the sigh that left your body allowed your shoulders to relax as you placed the tray onto the bar and slid it over for Penny to take. “Thanks, Jake, I owe you one.”

Jake Seresin had never been the kind of guy who saw himself settling down. But when he first saw you, that thought hadn’t left his mind.

“Name a time and place,” Jake teased as he sent you a wink. It didn’t take Jake long to find himself at home up by the bar, perched on one of the bar stools as he entertained his favourite bartender. “I’ve always wondered what our first date would be like.”

“Do I look like I came down in the last shower, Seresin?” You knew Jake had a thing for you, it wasn’t all that hard to put together. But it could never work, not in a million years. Not when you were playing pretend on a professional basis.

“What’s that even mean?” Jake asked as he leaned his elbows on top of the bar, grinning ear to ear as he pressed your buttons more.

“It means—“ You cooed as you leaned into his space, making it known that the flirting was welcome, but the end goal wasn’t in sight. “I know you’re just trying to get in my pants.”

“Pretty good-looking set of pants if I do say so myself,” Jake teased as his eyes trailed down the expanse of your body, then back up. Those emerald cities of his were full of complex wonder and undoubtable loyalty. Something you could never give back. “But despite the fact I think you’re pants would look a hell of a lot better in a pile on my bedroom floor, I’m not just doing any of this for a chance to, well, you know what I mean.”

You did know what Jake meant, and for all intents and purposes you could admit to yourself that it sounded very tempting. But you knew what the repercussions would be.

“Jake, that’s all very sweet of you,” you felt as if you had this very conversation every week. The gentle let down. The kind-ish conversation where you reminded the overly-confident and somewhat self-assured Aviator that you weren’t looking for love or lust, or anything. Besides, there were already too many people looking for you. “But you know, as much as I think you’re a good guy and friend, I’m not interested.”

Jake stood silently before you, drinking in all that was you. From the lines etched into your forehead to the small scar that ran through your left eyebrow. He wasn’t listening, there was just something about you. Something so intriguing that he couldn’t stop trying to win you over. He couldn’t stop trying to get you to give him just one chance. One chance was all Jake wanted to convince you he wasn’t everything he knew people had told you he was.

“What would you say if I asked you to–” Before Jake had a chance to finish his question, the echoing sound of a glass shattering into smitherings against the wooden flooring, interrupted his train of thought.

“OOOIII– TAXI!” It was almost as if all the patrons, besides Jake that was, had all congealed into one as they yelled shouted and cheered towards the man who had dropped his glass. With a heavy sigh and a quick roll of the eyes, you knew you would be the one who ultimately had to clear the mess.

“I should probably get back to work.” The silence that came from Jake was deafening as you pulled away from where you had been standing far too close to a man you thought you didn’t want. A man you couldn’t have even if deep down you really wanted. Life was unfair like that. You couldn’t have anything you wanted, anything you loved. Anything that made you happy in the smallest of ways.

“There’s really no chance of getting you to agree to just one date, is there Brewer?” Jake watched as you made your over to where you kept the cleaning supplies in a small section behind the bar.

“If you already know that then why do you constantly make such an effort?” It was the look on your face that told Jake everything he needed to know. There was no chance in hell he was ever getting that date.

But Jake Seresin never gave up without a fight, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to now.

“Because you gentled me, Brewer,” Jake Seresin had never been the type of person who wanted to settle down. He was always so content with the relations he chose to have and the way he chose to have them. Short simple quick flings. Girlfriends who lasted no longer than a year and one-night stands he’d promise to call but never got their numbers. But then there was you. “No one’s ever done that before.”

“Please don’t put that on my shoulders, Jake,” You weren't sure how to respond to that, how to process that kind of admission. “Just lay off the heroics for a while alright? I don’t want people getting the wrong impression.”

“That impression would be?” Jake questioned like you’d just insulted his very being. That it would be a crime to love him.

“Jake, I have a job to do alright,” It wasn’t that you were angry or upset that Jake cared for and about you. It was more frustration on your part for not being able to act on your own feelings towards him. It had been three years since your husband died. Three years since you felt the loving embrace of another human being. That alone was enough to frustrate anyone. “Please, just–just, I need to get back to work.”

The thing about nightmares is that they often don’t stick to their own parameters. Sometimes, you end up living a nightmare more often than you dream one. Right now? As Jake looked at you like you’d just shot him through the heart, you knew you were wide awake. Living a nightmare that continued to punish only the good.

“You’re untouchable,” Jake sighed to himself softly as he shook his head in defeat. “The untouchable woman who won’t let anyone in, you’re too proud or something aren’t you?”

“It’s just–” All you wanted to do was explain yourself, pull Jake aside and let him in on why you couldn’t allow him to love you the way you wanted him to. But no words came out as you stood there holding the old dustpan by your side.

With every blink, you saw flashes of Patrick. The love you lost too soon, too suddenly. He made sure to haunt your dreams to keep you safe. For a brief second of all-consuming anguish, you saw him too. Standing right behind Jake, warning you not to. “I need to get back to work, I’m sorry.”

“Right,” Jake clenched his jaw when he felt the word vomit about to spew from his lips. He wasn’t mad, rejection just wasn’t something he was familiar with. “When you get a chance, put a Budweiser on Bradshaw’s tab.” Jake pressed his lips together into a fine line of regret, instantly kicking himself for pushing. He knew he shouldn’t have, but the chase was as addicting as it was thrilling. With a simple knock of his knuckles on the bar before, he turned on his heels. Leaving you to stand there in your own self-loathing.

Your heart sank as you watched Jake shove his hands into the pockets of his jeans with a head that hung so low you almost wondered if his neck would be sore. Guilt, shame, it all felt the same. But you couldn’t let Jake in, you couldn’t allow him into your life more than what you’d given him over the last six months.

You’d tangled yourself in barbed wire so you couldn’t be reached by anyone. Unknowingly bleeding when as it digs into you more and more. You would think the touch of skin on yours wouldn’t be so terrifying, but you’d been bruised before. You couldn’t allow Jake to fall into your web of lies that kept you safe from harm’s way. If hurting him was the only way to keep him safe, you’d hurt him twice over every single day.

Perhaps it would be safer to stay the untouchable woman.

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As a child, there was magic in the mundane. You often found yourself missing the mermaids among the koi in the pond, their glittering scales reminiscent of a childhood fairytale. Summer mornings you’d make bouquets out of the same flowers adults would now mow away while wrinkling their noses at the weeds.

You often wondered to yourself when the awe of the day-to-day faded away and when you stopped believing in your ability to see mermaids in the momentous world around you.

“Another round fellas?” You tried not to think too much about the way Jake’s eyes burned into you like a fiery sunbeam as you stood behind Rooster. “Same old same old? The usual orders of Bradshaw’s table?” The squad, affectionately known as the Daggers erupted into laughter all the while Rooster remained silent and brooding.

“You are all bleeding my dry,” Bradley sighed as you made the rounds and collected all the empties onto your bar tray. “Seriously, I know you aren’t all working for free, cough up.”

“You could– just apologise for being a Neanderthal and I’ll close it out?” Your statement left a bad taste in Rooster’s mouth, he wasn’t one for apologising for things he didn’t think he’d done wrong.

“I could,” the brooding moustache-having man replied. “But it’d be an empty lie.” There was something about Bradley Bradshaw that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. He wasn’t necessarily a bad person, he was–an only child. He probably never imagined mermaids among the koi.

“Appreciate the honesty there, Bradshaw,” you chuckled deeply as you finished you collecting all the empty glasses and beer bottles. “Guess the next rounds on you.”

“Here here,” Coyote chimed in with a Cheshire Cat grin. “All in a hard day’s work there Rooster, you always know how to piss off the barkeep.”

“Works out in our favour,” Bob smiled as he passed you two empty glasses. “I don’t think I’ve paid for a drink of my own in a few weeks now.”

“No, you just keep trying to convince everyone Brewer here was your first kiss,” Phoenix smirked as she finished off her beer.

All the air inside your lungs felt like they had been sucked right out. The chills that ran down the expanse of your spine made your blood run cold. You stood tall with your now full tray of old beer bottles and empty glasses and sent a polite smile Bob’s way.

“You still riding that wave?”

“You just really look like Y/n from Nurellun Public,” Bob countered with an almost pleading tone. “She was my first kiss by the sandpit and I remember she had a little yellow dot in her right eye.”

“Brewer has a yellow dot in her right eye,” Jake decided to enter the conversation from his place in the corner of the booth. “Tell you what Floyd, you must have been one shocking kisser if you got Brewer here to change her damn name.” The table erupted into a loud boisterous laugh as the Weapons System Officer sunk a little lower into his seat.

You felt for Bob, being the butt of the joke was never a good feeling. But when your case officer relocated you to North Island, he didn’t bank on one of its locals being your first snog. You hated gaslighting the guy, but you had no other choice. Bob Floyd had to stay in the era of Meridamis and weed bouquets.

“Like I told you last time Bob, you’ve got the wrong girl,” It was as nonchalant as it was dismissive. “My first kiss was with Johnny Bennett out at some random guys shed.” You had gotten used to lying about your life and who you were. At the very beginning it was almost impossible, but three years on? You’d gotten pretty good at playing pretend.

Only you wished it could be with the mermaids in their fairytales. But much like all those mermaids and all those fairytale stories……you didn’t exist. Much like Johnny Bennett.

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skyeslittlecorner · 1 month

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Thank you! Very relatable request, honestly. Where can I buy such a demon to protect me too-

This reminded me of my era of rewatching analogue-horror web-series, you have no idea how terrified I was when I was watching Vita Carnis and suddenly my roommate burst into the room at 2 AM. Nomorehorrors.

Satan isn't surprised that you're having panic attacks. Gehenna is the most wonderful place in Hell, but the angels do not want to leave them alone. The attacks occur so frequently and so randomly that it's no wonder you feel uneasy. He would pull you back into bed and hold you against his chest, stroking you protectively. “You're in no danger with me.” His low voice is confident and strong, as are his arms. Even if the world were to burn, you are the first to be protected, so you don't have to be afraid. Besides, this guy sleeps with his eyes open. He's probably the one you should be most afraid of. They glow like headlights, so you don't have to be afraid of something moving in the dark, because there is no darkness here.

Mammon will hug you to his huge tits. How can you feel insecure when you have such a steady rock with you? Stable as a wall, warm as a heater, and protects your back (and bottom) as solidly as anyone else in the world. But if you're afraid, he'll put a huge canopy over your bed. Not even a mosquito can get through the curtains of gold. Another thing is that it's a bit hard to sleep in the golden glow, but hey, it's the will that count, right? And you can count on your every doubt being answered in the most spectacular way.

Beelzebub is the reason your paranoia hasn't gone away yet. You're lying nicely in bed, and suddenly something crawls under the sheets and cuddles up to you. Absolutely terrifying. You would jump out of bed, but the strong hug prevents you from doing so, and also you quickly recognize the disgruntled growl. The wandering king has finally appeared. You punch him for it. Two puppy dog eyes will look at you, and how can you be mad at him? “Sorry… I missed you.” He murmurs apologetically into your chest. You will sigh and bury yourself in the sheets and cuddle up to this idiot, wrapped tightly in the duvet so that no more surprises will come.

Leviathan, when he feels you're anxious, will simply close the coffin lid. Of course, you sleep closer to the closed edge, so that you can see the gap behind him. If you see anything moving beyond it, those are tentacles. They may look scary, but they are there to protect you. Why are you afraid of nightmares when their ruler hugs you to his chest like his treasure? Your nightmares should be afraid of him. He has the power to bend them to his will. Nothing can hurt you… but him. Better is the known danger than the one that lurks in the dark, so you'll only hug your beautiful king of nightmares tighter.

Valefor is as reliable as Mammon, but he would take care of you in a slightly less spectacular (or shiny) way. He will spread his shield over the bed. You saw that nothing could squeeze through it; bah! if it tries, it will be annihilated. If you think this is too much, he will simply offer to turn on the light, check the wardrobe and under the bed, and give you his chest to lie on until you fall asleep. He will watch over you, patiently and lovingly stroking your hair and arm, until he feels that you are already breathing calmly and sleeping deeply. Only then would he gently wrap you in the blanket and fall asleep himself.

Stolas offers to kill it. You don't actually know how to kill a paranoia, but you know he would be capable of it. You decline this offer in case what you thought you saw was Amon. All you can do is hug him when he explains you that monsters do not exist, if they do exist, they can be killed, so there is no point in being afraid, especially when you are with him, because he will fight everything for you, blah blah blah… You will fall asleep, soothed by listening to his chatter like radio static.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb valefor #whb stolas #skye's little talk

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mozzaremi · 1 year

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got too silly, made omori magic au, that i'm calling MAGIKOMORI indodump in read more! (it's long)

Magikomori (Infodump)

The whole premise of the au is that the world of omori takes place in an alternate universe where magic is real

Magic and witchery have only recently become a viable career choice in this world, with magic academies popping up to help other witches to properly hone their craft in their efforts to make a living profit from doing what they love and are passionate about.

Both Sunny and Mari come from a bloodline of witches, making them generally talented in magic and spellcasting. Their mother isa witch, while their dad is just a regular guy who doesn't have the best outlook on magic users.

Mari develop a people-pleaser side of herself that oftentimes is directed at her father, always trying her best to receive validation from him, resulting in Mari dropping all thoughts of becoming a professional witch in the future to instead focus more on her regular school studies and perfecting her skills on the piano.

Sunny, being the opposite, fully embraces the magic side of himself. The specific type of witch ability he's good at being illusions. He can summon lifelike recreations of entities from his dreams without much trouble. His summons are able to interact with the real world around them while also having a mind of their own. Although with Sunny being a less-experienced illusionist, he cannot control them or summon many at a time (he works around this problem by being able to conjure chibi versions of his dream entities into the real world).

While Mewo is still the pet of the family and she is recognised as Mrs. Suzuki's familiar. At the time of Sunny and Mari being toddlers, they would happens to accidentally cast spells and it was Mewo's job to reverse them and babysit the children when the parents were busy.

Other noteworthy magic users from the friend group is Aubrey. While she’s not from a family that's magically inclined, after seeing all the cool stuff Mari and Sunny are able to do with their witch heritage, saying that she became inspired to dabble in magic would be an understatement!

The particular magic Aubrey specializes in is alchemy! She’s able to use spells to conjure, combine and transform items. One of her first successful alchemy attempts was being able to transform a simple wooden broomstick into a wooden bat

The other magic user of the group is Basil.

His family is part of an ancient bloodline of seers, and are able to see visions of the future. On top of that, Basil's lineage are bearers of a curse of being subjected to frequent nightmares, taking away any semblance of peace in their day to day life, leaving them with restless nights of poor sleep, night terrors, and insomnia. This curse also affects Basil's abilities to see visions, as it's hard to separate possible future events from a bad dream.

With the help of his grandma, Basil combats the curse by creating magical potions to suppress the nightmares and give himself a better night's sleep.

Potion making becoming his speciality, he contemplates joining a magic academy to get a permit to sell his very own potions to the public! His brews range from tea- like elixirs that help with staying calm, helping with concentration, and clearing up general sickness (so basically like the stuff you can find at a regular pharmacy but make it magical)

Both Hero and Kel staying fairly faithful to their canon counterparts, both not having that many ties to magic, but still appreciating the craft! The brothers often contemplate on learning spells for their daily use, whether it's to help with chores or to enhance the taste of a special valentine's treat for a special someone!

Now here's the deal breaker question... does Mari die in the au?

Well... yes and no. The accident does occur, but after Sunny pushes Mari, instead of freezing up, he attempts to cast a spell to save her from the fall, but instead he fumbles the spell so bad, that Mari phases between the world of the living and the dead, Sunny and basil being the only ones who can see her.

Their dad was already showing slight agitation from the witchery mischief that that family takes part in and the accident is the last straw for him. He leaves the family right after, convinced that the spell cannot be reversed and that mari was basically murdered by Sunny's hands and magic.

Their mom tries her hardest to reverse the spell that might as well have been a curse. But without being able to detect mari, and with Sunny and Basil being the only ones to see her, it's their responsibility to attempt to undo the spell.

Instead of framing it as a suicide, Sunny's mom filed it as a missing person's case just so nothing bad happens to the two boys. Since magic has only been recently integrated into daily life, there weren't any good sources to turn to for help, so all trust was put into basil and Sunny to fix this.

Attempts to find a way to reverse their mistake were made with the two worried boys collecting countless books on spells and curses in effort to find a solution to their problem. After months of research, things were looking hopeless. Sunny, not being able to deal with the pressure, falls into a depressive state, barely leaving his own headspace while sleeping all day and night.

After the incident, he develops the headspace that we know, though with more magical elements sprinkled in, alongside Omori and his headspace friends. Omori is almost a stand-in for Sunny's own familiar, being able to effortlessly enter the real world and also disguise himself as his cat form. Omori would cause the young witch to procrastinate on finding the right spell to bring Mari back, ensuring that Sunny doesn't become too stressed or depressed when his attempts lead him nowhere. While not doing it out of any evil reasons to keep mari stuck between planes of existence, he just wants to protect Sunny and make sure that he gets some semblance of rest and peace in his life.

Basil's mental state also worsens alongside his best friend. With his best friend shutting him out and not having that much spare time to brew potions for his nightmares, all his time is devotedto finding a way to bring back Mari even without Sunny's help.

After the disappearance of Mari, instead of Hero becoming a chef or a doctor in the future, he chooses the career path of a detective, even purchasing a very expensive crystal ball to try to contact Mari if she were to be dead. Coincidentally he has no luck with being able to contact her, leaving Hero with some hope that he might find her someday.

Aubrey still ends up becoming a delinquent, while also using her alchemy abilities for mischief. She forms a friend group of other delinquent magic users, causing occasional acts of misbehavior in faraway town.

She still owns Bun-Bun as her pet bunny, and while not having any magical abilities, Aubrey still refers to him as her familiar companion.

Kel is still... same-old Kel, still into basketball and a personification of a ball of sunshine. He still attempts knocking at Sunny's door to see him again, with things not going well until Sunny has to move. Kel also pitched in to get Hero the crystal ball for some closure, even being surprised as well when nothing came up.

Being stuck between being dead and alive, after the four years Mari loses any resentment she might have had for Sunny and instead feels bad for her dear little brother. While Sunny can still see Mari, it's almost as if after Omori came into the picture Sunny started ignoring Mari's presence. Noticing this, Mari would attempt invading the boy's dreams to talk to him, causing all the headspace reset shenanigans.

When it comes to magic being used to cause other people harm, it all follows the "rule of three". Whatever energy a person puts out into the world, be it positive or negative, will be returned to that person three times. Being aware of this magical law does help with preventing any possible person using magic for evil.

In Sunny's case, while it was accidental, he did cause his sister and his friends a lot of grief, so it all returned back at him, the negative energy being a lot of emotional turmoil. This feeling of physical and mental unwellness is what helped develop Omori as his supposed familiar to help him cope.

The plot of omori would still play out as it normally would withthe main difference being that people think that mari went missing instead of her committing suicide.

Bad and neutral omori endings are still plausible options for the plot. But in the good ending, once the friend group forgives Sunny and Basil for keeping up the lie of Mari's disappearance, they attempt to work together to undo the spell keeping Mari in limbo.

#omori au #omori #omori sunny #sunny omori #kel omori #omori kel #hero omori #omori hero #aubrey omori #omori aubrey #omori mari #mari omori #basil omori #omori basil #magikomori au #my art #will be illustrating parts of the infodump after getting some commissions done #omori fanart #omori spoilers

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viburnt · 4 months

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Divorcing Izuku Midoriya Headcanons

I'm on a creative rush, and this may make zero sense because I'm tired lmao. Anyways, have some angst <3

Tagging the babes: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @trickster-kat @angelshimaa (babe, you've missed some very angsty posts) @xhieru @mimisxs @dabislittlemouse

Content Warning: Divorce, emotional abuse and manipulation, mention of baby-trapping, alcohol.

• As I said in my last post, divorcing Izuku is a nightmare. Think about the most energy-draining and mental health deteriorating process, and multiply it for a minimum of 6 months. Izuku won't make things easy for you at all, trying to drag and prolong the whole ordeal just to keep you close. I've divided this set of headcanons by key moments/topics to keep some order. I hope you enjoy them, I'm pouring my heart on these (also pay attention to detail because I'm working on something hehe).

Denial and confusion: the first days after you serve him papers

• Izuku genuinely doesn't understand why you want to leave, refusing to accept the fact that you're not happy being by his side. He's given you all there is to give: a comfortable house, nice clothes, expensive cars, etc. So when you serve him papers, Izuku's first reaction is confusion followed by fear. In that head of his, he's made everything a good husband has to do! So why? Why would you not be happy?

• If you were smart enough and planned your movements with care, you should be able to go through your divorce without depending financially on Izuku or having to live in the same place. You'd have to deal with his incessant calls and texts, often having to block unknown numbers to avoid hearing his whines, but it'd be less difficult. If you weren't thoughtful about the situation and proceeded without the right steps, oh, you're in for a treat: there's nowhere you can go besides the house you shared with him, no place where you can be at peace. You're at Izuku's mercy, like it or not, but that's another story.

• In addition to his denial, Izuku starts to (unconsciously) guilt trip you. Phrases like "Sorry for not being enough," and "I know I'm very pathetic" become frequent. It pains your heart to hear those things because you know Izuku loves you, you are just not compatible at all. You try to let him see it's not about being enough, it's more about effort; with much patience, you set things clear to avoid any misunderstandings, but Izuku just doesn't get it.

• "Haven't I done this or that for you? Didn't I buy you all these things? Am I not enough?" "Izuku, I didn't ask you for any of this, all I wanted was my husband..." Conversations like this occur during this phase, and they can only be held through the phone (when he is sober and not yelling/hollering how much of a mistake a divorce would be). He tries to gauge sympathy from you, telling you that his job is important but that he loves you so much!

• He becomes an empty shell of the bright ray of sunshine the public knew. It goes unnoticed by many, but the people who work around him can tell. It is then when he starts telling others about his marital situation, and you end up seeing faces you've met once or twice during galas or hero events. You "accidentally" stumble across your husband's colleagues, like Ochako, who try to convince you to give him a second chance. "I- I know we don't know each other a lot but please, consider it. Izuku is a great guy a-and I'm sure you guys could fix any problem!" It is embarrassing for you because no one wants people to know their issues.

• What's so ironic about the moment when you serve him papers is that he receives them at his office, the very root of all the problems in your marriage. It was the place where he had spent anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's... those four walls witnessed the beginning and the end of your relationship. Izuku has a mental breakdown when he finally reads the documents but, hey, he was still pro-hero Deku, right?

Negotiations and lawyers: The first weeks and months

• If having to deal with Izuku's colleagues trying to change your mind wasn't enough, be ready for your soon-to-be ex trying to negotiate. Midoriya suggests couple's therapy to talk this through, and for a split of second, it almost sounds like a good idea! But then you remember all those times when Izuku had promised you he'd be there for you and failed. It didn't seem plausible after that... Besides, all things considered, it'd be hard to find a therapist who could see your side of the story. Who would dare to tell someone as charming and popular as Izuku that he failed as a husband?

• Once therapy is off the table, Izuku brings up children. It may be considered a low blow, especially if one of your dreams was to form a family with him, so his offer felt cruel. "W-we can have kids! Wouldn't you want that? We can be a big family, with one- No, two babies!" "Ouch, it takes a divorce for you to even think about it, huh? That's uh, slightly concerning. Besides, a kid needs a father too... I'm not planning on being a single mom in this marriage" Now, Izuku strikes me as the kind that would try to . to stay. I'm sorry if it sounds terrible, but considering how sometimes he acts on impulse, he really could try it.

• Izuku also tries to be at home more often; he "cooks" (it's takeout disguised as home meals), brings you coffee to the bed, and calls you all kinds of sappy nicknames... It saddens you, why couldn't he care like that before? Of course, this point only applies if you still live with him during this whole process. If you don't, he starts frequenting the places where he guessed could find you: cafeterias, plazas, shops...

• Finding a lawyer for you was a hard task, especially because everyone sees you as a "dumb" woman who is trying to divorce Japan's number one hero. Not to mention they were very expensive, and Izuku was certainly not giving you money for that. You tell Izuku that mediations need to happen to progress with the divorce, but he never shows up to the meetings. There's always an excuse for that man! No matter how much you plea, he refuses to sign the paper. Izuku also becomes very mean towards you, outright berating you for not understanding him. It's gruesome to see him turn into such a monster during these months.

• As an additional point for this part, Izuku hires a private investigator to follow you around. He feels bad for thinking of it, but the idea that you could be seeing someone else while you're trying to divorce him eats him alive.

Last resort: Mediatic battle

• The media is very quick to pick up your marriage's fall down. Time after time you visited your lawyer's office for them to put two and two together, and Izuku takes that to his advantage. Sensationalist articles had already been happening, a lot of them being cruel and demeaning towards you. Titles like "Is she a cheater?" "No amount of success gives you the girl!" And "Pro-hero Deku will be looking for a new wife soon" started popping up. You have to take down any social platform to avoid being targeted.

• It is when Izuku gives a public declaration that things get worse. "I'm sorry, my wife is just not happy with me anymore. Please respect her wish! Don't harass her, I failed as a husband." It may seem like a hearty and sorrowful declaration from the outside, but Izuku picked word by word to gain sympathy and pressure you into changing your mind. People in the street call you "heartless", and the stress simply keeps growing for you.

• To put it in simple words, you were David against Goliath, except Goliath was a glorified person who had all the resources and support of the people. You were nothing but a tiny mouse squeaking to be set free of a relationship that was suffocating you.

The aftermath: Supposing you haven't given up and he signed the divorce papers

• If you somehow manage to divorce him after all these problems, congratulations. You survived 5% of the drama that awaits you! Now you won't be able to date someone without people snapping photos for entertainment news or judging you for leaving "such a great man". Izuku will still try to convince you to go back to him, playing his "sad lover" role in front of the cameras so well! He'll try to send expensive gifts and tell you to keep the house, he'll call you drunk in the middle of the night, and if you're not careful enough, he may try to gaslight you into thinking nothing wrong was happening in your marriage.

• One particular thing I must mention is that Izuku only signed the papers after you yelled at him at one of the legal mediations, hot embarrassment tears falling from your tired eyes as you begged him to let you go.

• Anyways, the list could go on, but those are the main points of divorcing Izuku :')

"Please, just sign the papers..." You said through the phone, your voice tired of pleading to someone who simply refused to hear you. "I will, I will! I'm just a little under the snow with work. Can you reschedule?" Izuku said, apologizing for not being there for you. Excusing himself for failing you, but refusing to let go. "You know how many articles I've seen with my face saying how much of bitch I am for visiting my lawyer's office?"

Izuku's silence was deafening, you could only hear him sigh slightly, perhaps feeling bad for putting you in such a position. "I don't want this divorce."

"But I do, so don't make things more difficult for me, please." He heard you say, biting his lip to hold back the tears. Izuku was glad you couldn't see him, sitting alone in his office with a half-empty bottle of wine you'd gifted him for his birthday. "Do you remember what day is today?" He asked.

"I don't know, Monday? I haven't slept lately." You answered unamused. "It's our anniversary... we married 5 years ago, on this very day." His words came out as a slow slur, his breath hitching as he crumbled through the phone. "I miss you a lot, please-"

"I'll see you on Wednesday, if you're not there I swear to God..."

...

"Mr. Midoriya?" Your lawyer called, her voice bringing your anxious husband back to reality. "Ah, sorry, it's me. Is... is she in there?" He asked, pointing at her office. She just looked at him with little sympathy and nodded. "On time, as always. Maybe you should avoid keeping her waiting, that's the least you could considering how many times we've had these conversations."

"There's no way I can fix this, is there?" Izuku asked as if the lawyer cared. "Wanna do something nice for her? Divorce her."

#my hero academia #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #deku angst #izuku midoriya angst #divorced Au! Yeah I think Im gonna make a whole Au #I need a nap #Feedback is appreciated

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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months

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Ink why would you hurt the bad sans like that?? What happened to your kind, caring soul? Oh wait that's right.... you don't have one, and you never will.

Blue: — Ink: pfft, damn, ok… Blue: NO! THAT IS NOT AN OKAY THING TO SAY TO ANYBODY! I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE UPSET, BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT INK FREQUENTLY USES HIGH AMOUNTS OF FORCE TO COMPENSATE FOR HIS INABILITY TO DEAL DAMAGE! THIS IS SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS, AND AS FIGHTING NIGHTMARE'S GANG IS A COMMON OCCURANCE, THEM SUSTAINING BAD INJURIES IS BOUND TO HAPPEN! Blue: (I WILL NOT SIT BY, IDLE, AS YOU INSULT MY FRIENDS) Blue: . . . Ink: . . . (awkward silence)

#ink sans #swap sans #eye contact #yelling #caps #hehe instead of tattoos Ink has cracks/scars #this was originally just gonna be Ink pretending to not have his (fake) feelings hurt but Swap being quiet during that would be kinda ooc #nm and his kids aren't the only team going through shit >:]#oh yeah Dream isn't with Swap or Ink for a reason #lore lore lore lore lore lore #sorry for turning your ask into angst anon it was for a good cause (angst)#i still approve of the Ink hate fyi it's fun to draw i just already drew Swap and i think showing his character n stuff is cool #Swap's logic is flawed but he's trying his best to see good in Ink :D #queue

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woodspr1te · 1 year

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soulmates & the na’vi

warning: there’s a bit of nsfw stuff in here. it is alluded to and mentioned towards the end, so proceed with caution

hear me out guys i swear i’m not crazy this makes total sense

rebirth is a crucial part of na’vi culture, and it is linked to their rituals and traditions. as neytiri mentions, energy is merely borrowed and must return to eywa through death. eventually, this energy/soul will be reborn through the new life cycle.

so, what if a soul was reborn into two during the same life cycle, each half destined to meet and reunite with the other?

soulmates would not be unheard of, but they’re definitely not common. just as there have only been 6 toruk maktos, there have only been a few fated pairs.

the na’vi have rituals which allow others to choose mates without being fated, but a soulmate pair would be sacred. you could not deny the connection, no matter who the two people are. they are tied to one another, uniting two parts of one soul.

there would be many signs and strange coincidences...

shared dreams and nightmares. they might not occur every time a soulmate falls asleep, but they are frequent. neither soulmate can see their other half, but they can still feel their spiritual presence. you’d often experience the dream through the other’s perspective, watching through your soulmate’s eyes as they control their movements.

intense senses of deja vu. a na’vi with a human soulmate who attended the school may experience it when learning english. if they have heard their soulmate say a phrase in english often, whether in a memory or a dream, they will recognize it. they may even begin to say it regularly.

for a human soulmate with a na’vi half, going to pandora at all would trigger deja vu, especially after seeing it in dreams.

speaking of shared memories, you’d often experience flashes of them in dreams or at random times of the day. it allows both the ability to peek into their soulmates life for just a few moments, but unable to alter the outcome of the situation.

acute shared emotions. overwhelming waves of happiness will trickle through the bond, elating you at the most random of times. sorrow that leaves both howling with pain. anger clouding the vision of both, leaving their minds foggy. arousal waking you in the wee hours of the night like a storm, buzzing at the edges of your mind and leaving you both panting with need.

na’vi and human soul bonds would be particularly complex and interesting. as you can both see each other’s memories and dreams, a human would be able to see pandora without ever stepping foot on the planet itself. they’d chalk up their dreams to a wild imagination or photos they saw on the internet, but they’d be unable to deny the feeling of freedom and belonging they felt sprinting through the lush, radiant forests of pandora. it’s almost as if they’d been doing it for years.

imagine the confusion and fear the na’vi half would feel if they began dreaming of pandora through the eyes of their human half. knowing they cannot protect them. they’re unsure if they can even forgive their human for siding with the RDA and avatar program. they’d most likely refuse to reach out for help from the tsahik or anyone else from their clan in fear of being exiled.

being around the other for the first time would be overwhelming. since avatars, humans, and recombinants are far less graceful at navigating the lands of pandora, i believe the na’vi half would be aware of their presence far before they’d notice the na’vi soulmate.

the na’vi soulmate following their soulmate around, chalking it up to trying to gather information on the enemy and their intentions. in reality, they crave the feeling of being around their soulmate. it’s a euphoric feeling, like seeing the vitraya ramunong for the first time.

introducing the na’vi’s soulmate to the clan would be a nightmare, but none would deny the avatar/recombinant/human of their fated mate. they’re accepted, although some may be wary.

depending on who the na’vi is, they might not immediately inform the other of their fated pairing. whether that be because they want the other to have authentic feelings for them without the looming thought of fate or because they don’t want to overwhelm their soulmate.

JEALOUSY. both sides definitely experience it. although they can feel that their soulmate has no interest in anyone else, they still get possessive at times. unconsciously wrapping an arm around the other, or trying to intimidate the other person talking to their mate.

MATING FOR THE FIRST TIME??? absolutely overwhelming. never feeling so fufilled physically and emotionally, as your souls finally bond to become whole again.

honestly, if heats are a thing for them? it would trigger it. i said what i said. these would be much longer than most heats, and far more feral than most. claw marks on backs, bruising on hips from trying to get deeper angles, hickeys over every inch of skin imaginable. they’d both feel the burning desire to claim the other from the inside out, and nothing will stop them from coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of their mate. just when you’d think they’re done, their hands would be on you again, mumbling out how beautiful you look when you’re begging.

no one would see either half for at least 24 hours. they’d become incredibly territorial over their other half, especially after being separated for so long.

comfortably knowing that someone will always love them, regardless of their flaws and strengths. they expect nothing but the most raw, pure form of their mate possible. they both know the other truly, and would fight for one another till their last breath.

hi! this is the first thing i’ve ever posted on this sideblog :) lots more to come because i have extreme brainrot from this franchise. hope you enjoyed this because i might do a part 2 just to elaborate (this was kind of just a brain dump). my inbox is open if you want to send feedback, requests, or if you want to talk!!! - ky

#avatar 2 #avatar #na’vi avatar #jake sully x reader #jake sully #miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #recom quaritch #na’vi quaritch #neytiri x reader #tonowari x reader #ronal x reader #jake sully headcanons #miles quaritch headcanon #avatar x reader #tsu’tey x reader #tsu’tey #if this doesn’t post i’ll cry

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uglypastels · 1 year

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Not Wholly Evil |II| Pirate!Eddie au

summary: as the daughter of the Governor, there is quite a heavy prize set on your safe return home, and the captain will not let anything come between him and his bounty.

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word count: 5.7k

"semi dark fic" - READ the warnings:. (gun/sword)violence. blood. heavy scarring and wounding. minor character death. allusions to suicide, depression and trauma. kidnapping. imprisonment. alcohol. open and deep sea. pirates are pigs: frequent mentions of non-con and allusions to assault, but it does not actually occur. malnourishment. abuse. manhandling.

There might be a mention of other ST characters, and for plot's sake, everyone is an adult here, just coz I don't want fetus pirates running around, but they are not really relevant to the plot.

Chapter 2: Asphodel "Because you and I are alike, and there will come a moment when you have a chance to show it." - Elizabeth Swann, Pirates of the Caribbean

Despite gaining the privilege of an open cage and access to the rest of the ship, you decided against this freedom… and in a way, that was all the freedom you could ask for, wasn’t it? To choose where to go or where to stay. The restrictions were only so far as anyone else on this ship. The uncharted waters kept you all at the bay of the plank.

But perhaps there was a part of you was scared to go beyond what had now become your own piece of the ship, a safety blanket among the ravenous snake pit. It was not even a question. You could just tell by how you closed your cell door at the sound of footsteps approaching down the ladder towards you. These men were wild and unpredictable. You could never expect what they would do once with you. The distance was the only option.

Perhaps not so free as the rest, after all.

Yet.

Because you would fight it. All of them. Make your presence known and show everyone you were not like any other they had snagged off a ship. You assumed there had been more, after all. More prisoners, more girls to take advantage of. The shackles hanging down from the wall in your cell, stained red with rust and blood, were proof enough of what once occurred below deck.

Despite being the safest place you could be in, it still was a nightmare on Earth to spend your days there, among the crates and chests filled with stolen treasures, supplies, and whatever else was deemed worth the same amount of treatment as you. Everything had been stacked mindlessly, dropped at the earliest convenience, and items only moved to make a short path to your holding cell. The disorganisation and thoughtlessness around you had been a bittersweet nuisance. You could not stand it, but at the same time, it was nice to have something so trivial on your mind as the lacklustre distribution of goods around the ship.

Clearly, no one cared about what was going on. No one spent enough time there to notice anything, besides you, of course. The only times someone climbed those steps were to bring you your meals or to bring more storage in. So what harm would it do to you put some order to it?

It wasn’t much, but you had created a way to pass the long hours aboard. And it was pleasant, though exhausting. With the food you were given, your energy was not what it once used to be, and the first thing to go when not feeding the body properly is the muscle. Moving the larger items took a while, but you saw a positive outcome. By taking everything slowly, you had no fear of completing your task soon. It was a never-ending activity. Tiring but something for you to do, and most importantly, keep your mind too occupied with the straining work ahead rather than the larger picture of your current circumstances.

A part of it was also an attempt at claiming your territory. Lifting large boxes was doing the trick when it came to letting out your anger and frustrations, too, a way to channel everything into the peculiar renovation. A point to focus on something physical, something you could control, instead of your emotions and everything going on around you.

A few days since you began doing so, things started making sense. But, most importantly, no one who ever came down there seemed to notice or care what you were doing. Besides the food they had to feed you to keep you alive, there was little interest they seemed to have for your existence.

You found many other objects that they must have considered rubbish, but you could use them just fine. Like the old sails, or what you assumed were scraps of an old torn sail, folded up in a corner. It was such a large piece of material that you tied it up to the corners of your barred walls, creating a curtain that gave you some privacy. Most of the chests around you were locked, giant padlocks handing down from the cover, the keys most likely at the bottomless pit of the ocean along to their original owners. But some were shut, and of course, you poked a peak inside with interest.

Some were empty, and some had scrolls of paper, which you took up as light reading for early mornings when the sun hit through the windows just right, giving you a bright light source. There were captain logs and maritime routes; letters never sent, and maps never finished.

One caught your attention, and you read the most on those drabby mornings when nothing else could make you feel alive. This one particular letter, which you could only assume was intended for a young woman from her lover, kept your heart beating and your hopes of escaping this ship alive. At least the parts of it that you had managed to find, for the parchment was ripped to pieces, the last chunk still missing among the piles of items you were roaming through.

By now, you had read it so many times you didn’t even need the paper to recite it.

My dearest, The nights have been cruel, but I spend them thinking of you, and suddenly, the dark sky does not feel so heartless anymore. I think of your eyes. The sea reminds me of them— it is a calming sight each morning, and I imagine you looking out of your window at the shore, and perhaps we look up at the same clouds, and it is like you are right by my side and the wind feels not as harsh suddenly. More like a kiss straight from your lips. Some days I hum the words of that song you sang to me. I know what you have said about my voice, and the kind words still warm my heart, but it will never compare to yours. I will never do the melody justice. Only you…

There certainly was something about the love you felt seeping through each word you read and reread. It almost put you down into this state of calmness as it looped in your mind in the evening, letting you fall asleep.

It was another evening like all the others before it. Your dinner had been served in silence. If you had not known better, you would have assumed all men had taken an oath of silence, never to speak again, but it was evident the quiet was only limited to you. As you felt the slumber climb over you, the deck was alive and well.

The contrast between living aboard the Hellfire at night and day could not be more than that. While the sun was up, the boots fell heavy above your head, fatigue coming over them as the work had to be done. The crew did what they could to keep the boat afloat and sailing on. As much as the deep waters could be a calming sight to some, it was absurd that there could be nothing around you but water for days. Undoubtedly, the ship must reach a harbour quickly; provisions could only be stored in the salt barrels for so long. The last time the boat reached shore must have been days before your cage door had opened. Then again, you knew what going ashore meant for the people like the Hellfire crew… and did not wish the aftermath upon your worst enemies.

There would be fire, which you knew they adored. It came alive in spirit and light when the night sky appeared. When the work was done, and the sails smoothly let themselves be guided by the wind, you could always hear them walking above your cage, taunting their freedom with songs and tales. The ship was like a masquerade when the moon lit everything in her silver glow. It would have to be, or else the weariness and longing for land would take over.

The songs were nothing special, typical shanties and hymns allured by a drunken chorus, singing the ballads of adventure and treasures, beautifully sombre. Yet, these moments made you believe that some humanity was left in them. Some kindness and compassion, too. A part that they would never dare show when the sun came up.

It was as if the men aboard were two different people in one, where one side came out during the night and the other during the day. And you seemed to much prefer the nighttime sort. As, during the sun hours, the candles and lanterns went out, and with it, their souls were all back to their usual dirty selves. Their dark spirits would take over once more.

Either way, the nights were extended, as no sleep came to anyone. Not with the singing being so loud that it drilled into your ears. For them, slumber would come later and disappear quickly too, but no one seemed to mind.

You had no way of telling the time on board, the only possible tell sign would be the sun's position, but even that was never exactly as you had barely any idea where in the world you were. All you could make out was that the crew made way for their hammocks in the small hours of the morning when the sun teased its appearance at the horizon, its glow awakening everything else but the drunken sailors that held you captive.

The ship was asleep. The only sounds you could make were the waves smashing into the vessel and the gulls screeching in the distance. It was an opportunity. You could roam the deck unbothered.

With a deep but shaky breath, you inhaled the salty sea air as you climbed the ladder, hands paling at your knuckles from your grip on it. The trapdoor opened with a creak, and you froze in your movements, waiting for the sound to have woken up everybody… but the silence resumed. You let out another deep breath and pushed the door open to reveal the sky, millions of stars looking down at you, but already fading as the sun appeared slowly. The dewy morning hours were dark but brighter than anything you had been surrounded with since your capture.

It had been getting colder by the day, and you already knew that by sitting in your cell. Soon enough, more than your dress would be needed for the climate you were entering. Shivers swarmed your arms at the wind blowing by. Your steps remained small and apprehensive as you needed help figuring out where to go. You had the entire ship deck to yourself for a short time. There was so much to explore above ground, but your legs automatically steered you towards the barriers of the ship.

You walked over to the ship's edge, letting your nails dig into the wood and your frustrations on the trim piece. Stand there, look at the horizon, and watch the sun slowly rise from under the water. The first sunrise you witnessed in weeks— at least not from the small window that peaked right over your head in your cell– had been a euphoric experience. Everything felt brand new. As your last attempts at peeking at the waves had resulted in painful flashbacks of your previous minutes aboard the Red Tail, now, you focused on the calm ripples of the water. No longer was the only thing you saw in the blue the blood of your long-lost friends. You saw their resting place. In the early morning, golden sun rays peeked out from the horizon, illuminating the drab grey of the waters like a liquid treasure hiding beneath the surface. You saw the waves moving along the ship sheepishly, back and forth. Calmly, sleepy, drifting away into the distance with each push of the boat and wind. It was slowly waking up, the sea, the earth.

What would it dream of, you pondered. It must be lovely to be so at peace.

If you closed your eyes and let the fresh golden light wash over you for long enough, you could fool yourself into oblivion. That you were somewhere else. A happy place.

It was so peaceful and quiet that the smallest of disturbances broke you out of your happy thoughts. You felt the presence from across the ship, his eyes on you, disintegrating your moment of bliss. But, of course, it could have been anyone, and you expected it to be one of the crewmates, one of the men with poor luck who had to start their work shift with the sun.

Never, in a million years, did you imagine turning around and meeting with a pair of golden hazel eyes. Captain Munson was leaning against one of the masts, leg prodded against the wooden pole. He chuckled at the sight of your face, evidently struck with panic. How had he even reached the centre of the deck so quietly? Because… he could not have been standing there, or anywhere, all this time?

In one hand, he held an apple, and in the other, a small knife. He pressed the blade against the fruit’s skin and his thumb over it, cutting a small piece off. Then, still with the knife under it, he brought the apple slice to his lips. Never did his eyes leave yours as he ate. You felt unnerved with each move he made. You felt the need to look away, but for some reason, you simply couldn’t. It was like he was capturing you in a trance. So instead, you let your nails dig into the ship’s rail even more.

‘Do not let me disturb you, my darling,’ he eventually said and bode you farewell with a slight bow before parting ways. You were left stunned. Not sure what to say or do, you just turned back to look at the sea. It had no effect and felt like a sore loser's words, but you mumbled “Not your darling” under your breath.

Had that been all? It was all extremely disorienting. Because, of course, he had meant to disturb you. He did so to your very core. That cold-eyed gaze opposed the actual warmth of his honey irises. It froze your blood. It spoiled everything about your morning.

And as quickly he had appeared behind you, so quick the captain was to disappear out of your view again. You looked around yourself for good measure, extending your neck to locker over the larger barrels standing in the corners of the deck, but he had genuinely evaporated into the early day’s mist. A phantom of the sea.

But just because he was gone didn’t mean his presence was. You still felt his eyes on you, lurking from hidden darkness. Perhaps the darkness was in your own head, inner thoughts poisoning your sanity, but the feeling remained nonetheless.

Suddenly, the calm sea was anything but. Instead, the light sky seemed dull and grey, the waves bouncing off the ship aggressive. There was nothing peaceful about it left behind. There was nothing left for you there. But you remained steady in your place on the boat, looking out ahead at the horizon until the sun rising began to burn your eyes with its bright presence, and the wind blew harder. Only then did you decide, on your own devices, to head back down into the warmer discomfort of your enclosure.

You lay on the ground and threw that thin fleece over yourself, hoping to fall asleep and thus pass on the rest of the day. But, if Lady Luck was on your side, it would be one of the silent dreams that asked nothing of you but your mind, leaving it as it was. In fact, letting you rest from the horrors that were your life.

And so, the sleep came, but quiet it was not.

Flashes of the Red Tail. Flames, explosions, blood, it was all around you. Men dying over and over again. You tried to scream out, reach for them, and help them, but it was as if your body was stuck in the mud, unable to move. So you just had to stand there, helplessly, as you watched everyone around you die.

The pool of blood expanded over the sinking ship. The sky turned dark, almost black. You looked up to see the sun–that same sun that kissed you welcome mere minutes ago at the horizon– melting, enveloping everything in darkness. Once you looked back down, another urge to scream came over you.

A figure was standing not far from you, perhaps a few feet away. Covered in the blood that the ship was drowning in, from head to toe, he was basically dripping in it.

He smiled at you, a canine-baring grin. Then, slowly but steadily, he neared you.

“Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun, princess, aren’t we?’

You awoke with a pitched scream.

Breathing heavily, just trying to get your heart back on a steady rhythm, the clanking of swords echoing in your head was doing everything against it. Just like that day on the Red Tail. Just like in your dream. You could still hear it, and it felt so real. Each loud hit of metal against metal made you wince. Cannons would follow soon. Then the blood…

But only the swords remained. It kept going and going. Then there were the footsteps. Heavy above you, making the whole ceiling shake. It felt like a stampede, in all honesty. And there was shouting. Boisterous clammer. Followed by crowded cheers and some clinking… that you could not immediately make out what it was supposed to be.

One thing you knew for sure, however. Whatever was happening above you, it could not mean anything good. It simply reminded you too much of that other day. That first day… or was it your last?

There was a fight ongoing on the deck. The question was, what kind? Were you being attacked? Would another group of men come down the ladder steps and haul you onto another ship? Will they cheer over Munson’s death as these men cheered over Carver’s? Would this circle of hell ever end?

No, it couldn’t be that. The cheering was too joyful and—was that laughter you could hear? Yes. Loud and boisterous. Right above your head. In a chorus. Your mind went to the evenings you had endured sleeplessly as the men jested until the sun rose, but when you looked out the window, you still saw the bright blue sky. So what was going on?

Against your better judgement, you took a risk, all in the thought of showing initiative and how powerful you would look walking out of the trapdoor onto the full deck. You just told yourself that enthusiastic cheering was a sign of no evil. It indicated that it was no malicious attack of another ship, that whatever you would encounter, there would be nothing to be afraid of. With that confidence, you climbed up there, pushed the trapdoor up and–

A blade wobbled back and forth as it deeply penetrated the deck's surface, inches away from your face. You held onto the edge of the floorboards, trying not to fall back down, as the scream that erupted from your lungs halted everything around you. Everybody in reach hooked his gaze on you if they weren’t fast enough to run up to the hole you were attempting to crawl out of. No one helped, of course. They just stared. Dozens of pairs of blank and cold eyes blinked arhythmically as the bodies they belonged to stood frozen in a circle, unsure of what to do next. The blade stuck in the wood still shifted in its new makeshift holster.

Then, much like on your very first day aboard, the circle opened up to reveal the captain. He stood several feet away, and you caught him blinking slowly before approaching you. Had he been hesitant to approach? Was he, though you doubted, startled to see you?

But whatever emotion it had been to cause his hesitance, it was gone as he spoke:

‘Just in time, darling!’ The silence was broken, and so was the tension your appearance had created.

He had an almost identical sword in his hand. Behind him stood one of his crew mates, face paling despite the grimace he was trying to pull off among his peers. He must have been who the captain dramatically disarmed, ending with that sword landing and nearly cutting your nose off. Was anyone feeling guilty for putting that fear upon you?

Highly unlikely.

The captain neared your trapdoor, leaning down on one knee and reaching his hand out to you, an attempt at some fair treatment toward; helping you get up onto the deck gracefully—you boldly refused. The idea of touching him… images your mind had conjured up in the night still pestered you and flashed past your eyes at the sight of his hand so near you. You looked away as your feet touched the deck for the second time that day. You hated the sight of him any given day, but this particular afternoon, it was even more of an unbearable sight.

The captain had abandoned his hat, opting to tie his hair with a red ribbon into a ponytail, failing to do so properly as strands were already escaping at the frame of his face. His long black coat and shirt also had been abandoned. It was a hot day, and with the training, he was most likely performing, the sweat on his chest was already forming, despite the cool breeze standing a strong fight with the sails.

A ghastly sight, truly, the sweat that slicked over the countless prints of black ink on his arms, chest and ribs. The ink barely covered the various scars in the same placements. Some were small, like the nicks of a blade. The new bright red cut across his clavicle would surely join that collage. Others were unmistakably older but must have once been deep flesh wounds, possible gunshots, bites, or the results of things you most likely would not even be able to fathom. It looked like a visual of a life of torture.

You blinked, letting his previous words settle in your mind. ‘In time for what?’ You looked around. All eyes remained on you since you had made your presence known, something you had fallen out of habit with. You were not used to getting so much attention anymore.

‘Training, of course.’ Munson easily pulled the blade out of the ship planks, handing it to you. ‘Has anyone ever taught you how to fight?’

‘No.’ It was unladylike to swordfight, scuffle, argue, or do anything you did at the time of your capture. The heft felt awkward in your grip, clearly too big for your hand, but the entire piece felt off-balance. It must have been a homemade contraption of one of the Hellfire crew. Possibly molten out of the treasures residing downstairs with you. You adjusted your grip on the sword, but nothing felt right.

Nothing you did slipped past the Captain, whose eyes were on you and his crew. He pursed out his bottom lip in a mocking pout.

‘A true pity.’ He swung his blade back and forth. Each swoosh in the air made you flinch. ‘maybe if someone had, you wouldn’t have ended up here with us.’ The chuckle started deep within him but evolved into a guttural laugh from the whole crew. The sound boiled your blood in anger as well as embarrassment. You wanted to attack their captain immediately but knew it wouldn’t end well. He looked you up and down with his casual smirk, and you made it a point to, somewhat confidently, keep your head up. No longer could he think he could just do whatever he pleased with you. ‘But there is always time to learn, I believe.’

‘I don’t want to fight you,’ you simply stated, looking down at the longsword clutched in your hand.

‘C’mon, princess,’ Munson swung his sword back and forth, ‘it’s no fighting. it’s just a bit of fun.’

‘I see no fun in useless acts of violence.’ Did any of your words sound profound? Confident? You were ready to hear another wave of laughter, but it did not come. The only response was a smirk of the captain, but not one you had seen before.

It wavered.

‘Don’t be like that, my darling.’ He recovered with his mockery, but you were no longer having any of it. With large strides, you closed the gap between you two across the deck. The men around you were split in moving back or getting ready to seize you if the situation required interference. The captain was among the former group. His stance shifted backwards as you met him, your chest nearly hitting his.

Your grip tightened on the sword, and he must have noticed it by how his eyes shifted down to your arm and back to your face.

A million different things ran through your mind; there were endless possibilities for relieving your anger at the man standing before you, all being the catalyst of events that you did not dare start. What were you to do?

Your nails dug into your hand as your fingers wrung the halt of the sword. With this object alone, you could do a hundred different things, most of which would result in only a worse situation for yourself.

You struck the blade down with as much power as you could muster. Like it had hit the planks in front of your face moments before, it now missed the captain’s feet by mere inches. He looked down, never moving anything but his eyes, and then looked directly at you again. His features were blank of expression; no fear or anger, but no amusement either.

‘Call me any of that again, and next time it won’t be the deck that gets it.’ You had dared to move closer, letting your faces nearly touch. That smell of cinnamon and rum greeted you again. A few seconds passed as you stood there, eyes piercing through one another. Your blood boiling, his chest heaving with deep, controlled breaths.

He did not respond.

Or at least not until you had turned to walk away.

‘I would love to see you try. It sure is easy making empty threats, prin–’ but he never got to finish his mockery. Perhaps because it was even easier to sound confident behind one’s opponent’s back, not looking them in the eye, that angered you. The fact that the man who threw you in a cage was, in reality, nothing but a coward. At that moment, all regard for your safety escaped you as you turned back on your heel and lunged your fist towards his face.

It must have hurt you more than him, but the pink mark across his cheek was established. You did not bother to await his reaction once more and walked away for good– as far as the circumstances allowed you, which was not far. The ship was only so big, and the circle of men had moved onto the trapdoor, locking you in the fresh afternoon air.

They were ready to retaliate for your aggression towards their captain, but his words boomed across all ears. ‘Stand back! I said stand back,’ he repeated when some still tried to reach for you. You passed the crew and made for the spot you had become familiar with over the morning. Trying to ignore everything behind you, you again reached the ship’s edge. Their voices lingered over everything, impossible to block out, but you let yourself focus on the ripples in the water as your anger subsided.

Not long now. You had already been so close to home when they took you, and it's been days. Surely, soon they would reach the shore of your home and give you back to your family. That idea somehow managed to overcome everything that was actually happening around you.

Though you had slept through most of it, it had been a long day, and signs of it were showing in the sky. Now turning a soft pink and orange as the sun began to set once more, the night was coming. With it, the stars. Would you stay outside long enough to look at them? It had been a sight you had missed properly gazing at the millions of twinkling lives above you, the constellations and the stories they told.

It would all depend on the men that had now resumed their sword-fighting practice.

The casualness of it all was actually rather comforting, as it, for once, did not bring back memories of the unfortunate ship you had bid farewell to but rather the surroundings of your father’s estate. There, men like Admiral Carver were standing guard or practising, but also young boys and girls who ran away from their mothers, pretending to be on great little adventures with large twigs for weapons. For a moment, you could swear you could smell the fresh flowers that bloomed outside your bedroom window, or the spices haggled for at the market in the harbour. There were cats meowing and dogs barking. To think that once you had grown tired of it all, yearned for something new in life, but now could not imagine anything greater than a return home…

Who knew how long you had stood there staring at the darkening horizon. Your thoughts must have sent you off into the distance from the ship, as you had not realised anything happening around you. The sea was quickly becoming a comfort. When looking out at it, you did not have to face the cruel reality of the Hellfire and the people upon it. The waters seemed so inviting and freeing that you couldn’t help but think if maybe walking the plank wasn’t always a punishment…

You had not even noticed the smile creeping up at the corners of your lips, but it never came to fruition as you were broken out of the spell.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ the deep voice startled you, but you did not show it. In your short time aboard, and now being in actual contact with these scoundrels, there was one thing you had learned: To show fear to people like Munson, like the men on this ship, was possibly the stupidest thing a person like you could do. Letting fear control you would let them control you, playing right into their hand. Instead, display confidence and strength, which gets under their skin.

You glanced over as much as you could without physically turning in his direction. His long dark hair messily flowed with the wind now that he had released it from the ribbon. He was looking directly at you, making you grow hot with anger. Then, subtly rolling your eyes, you looked away again, back to the waters. That, however, did not stop the Captain from speaking again.

‘A view like this makes you think of how big the world is. How small you are.’ He held his dagger again in his left hand, twirling it mindlessly between his fingers. He was standing so close that your arms were brushing against one another. His gold and silver chains jingled at the slightest of movements. You tried to focus on that instead of his words. A task that turned out to be much more challenging than you had thought, as the Captain did not enjoy your rejection.

‘A bit of advice, princess,’ he leaned closer to you, his breath mixing with the wind. His nicknames for you would just have to lose their meaning in your head, as clearly, they were not going anywhere. ‘The silent treatment is not doing you any favours. On the contrary, my men like their girls quiet.’

‘Spare me, please,’ you hissed.

‘Believe me,’ he responded as if he could read your mind, ‘finding yourself on our ship has spared you enough,’ he let his head hang lightly askew, looking up at you with his large eyes, bemused– you could tell you had lost his one-sided game by speaking up. Then you might as well keep going.

‘Is that a threat?’ Just a reminder that even when you were not locked in a cage, you were not truly free or safe. Their danger constantly loomed over you.

‘Far from it, darling. I simply hope you know that there are much worse things out there,’ he leaned forward, forehead nearly touching yours as his hand reached out to the waters at your side to point at the waves with his blade. ‘You probably can’t even think up the horrors that live out in the wilderness of the oceans.’ What could he possibly know about your imagination? If only he knew that, at this specific moment, you were considering five different ways to gauge his honey eyes.

You turned to him directly now. His stare at you was cold and focused. The mark you had left on his cheek was now also unavoidable. It called to you and anyone who looked at him like a beacon of a lighthouse. That smile of yours from seconds before threatened to come out again, but you held it in. However unbothered he might have sounded at the strike, you did not believe that could have been it. There must have been a reason for his current approach. What you had done in front of his entire crew was unacceptable and certainly not inconsequential–you could not imagine that he had not set a punishment ready for you. And whatever it would be, you doubted it would be subtle or free of pain. Yet, you reminded yourself of the freshly taught lesson. Keep your head up. Don’t show your fear.

Not breaking eye contact, you decided to simply ask.

‘What is it that you want from me?’

And the Captain did not waste a second in his response.

‘See me in my quarters, darling.’

-Chapter 3-

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“you can call me on my phone i’ll run to you, you won’t ever have to Sleep Alone”

“but if you want it you can have it, you can have me in full”

synopsis// the lines between platonic and romantic become even more blurred for you, if possible, when you realize your best friend truly would do anything for you.

pairing// maki zenin x gn!reader

word count// 1.8k

contents// ages arent specified but everyone is adults, angst if you squint maybe, ooc maki/soft maki, hurt/comfort?, mentions of nightmares

notes// YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER WATERPARKS SONG LMFAOOOO. i cannot be stopped but cmon its sleep alone!! sleep alone supremacy!! my fav!!! also also this was supposed to be wayyyy more light hearted n then it suddenly got kinda deep for a moment idk how that happened... anyways do ppl even read maki ff?

Nightmares were nothing new to you; you had them quite frequently, if not all the time, and your best friend had repeatedly told you to call her when they occurred, and she would be more than willing to come and comfort you. But how could you do that? You couldn't for two reasons.

The first being that your best friend was Maki, and she wasn't much of a touch person (or really a people person in general), which is all you wanted in those moments: to be held. and two, that your best friend was Maki. the girl you are quite literally in love with. Is it silly to be in love with the oh-so independent girl who demands to do things herself? Yes, very much so, and you know that considering you’re the exact opposite. Neither of which is a bad thing; it just makes things difficult— well it would if you two were dating, you think.

Tonight was just like any other night: you got yourself comfy in bed, scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before texting a sweet little goodnight to Maki, who quickly replied back, wishing you sweet dreams; it was just like any other night, nightmares included. which is why you woke up in a cold sweat, practically panting; the only thing illuminating your room was the moon.

Once you had slightly calmed down, you sat up and grabbed your phone. You flinched away from the bright screen until your eyes could adjust, finally seeing that it was around two a.m. You sighed as you unlocked your phone and called Maki. You constantly refused her offer of coming over at times like this, but you always accepted her offer of calling; you’d take what you could get— which could be quite literally everything you want, but alas, you’re not aware of that yet.

Maki hums over the line. “Hey, you ok?”

You hum back. “nightmare.”

Maki clears her throat. “I’ll call you back in, like, ten minutes, maybe, ok?”

You go wide-eyed at her statement, and you can feel your heart drop a bit. Were you bothering her? “I'm sorry, are you busy?”

“Yeah, something like that, but i promise we’ll talk ok?" Maki says goodbye almost too eagerly before hanging up.

You sigh and practically throw your phone back onto your side table as you flop back down in bed. You knew this day would come, where she’d get annoyed with how you called almost every night, with how you weren’t as self-sufficient as she was, and besides, what could she be doing at two in the morning? You don't know how long you lay there staring at your ceiling, feeling like you wanted the world to swallow you whole, but you know it's been awhile. You probably would have stayed like that until morning if it hadn't been for the knock on your front door bringing you back to your senses.

Your feet dragged as you begrudgingly made your way toward the door, opening it only to see Maki there with a slight tired smile on her face as she held a bag full of things you couldn't quite make out in one hand. Standing there in your pjs, you suddenly felt very vulnerable; yes, she's your best friend, but you didn't want her to see you like this, see you as a person? It would complicate things, complicate your feelings even further. Your face feels hot and blue as the two of you stand there in silence for a few moments.

“Are you gonna let me in?” she asks flatly with a slight tilt of her head.

You don't say anything; you just move out of the way and let her in, and she walks toward your room as if she'd been here before, which she hasn't.

“Maki, what are you doing here?” you ask in disbelief as she sits on your bed.

“Well, I had a feeling you’d call, and I don't know; I thought it would be better for you if I was actually here, right?” She speaks so softly to you, which isn't much of a surprise; Maki was softer in general with you than she was with other people, and it always leaves you with butterflies, it always leaves you with a hope you know you shouldn’t entertain for your own sanity.

“You could’ve told me,” you huff as you sit next to her on the bed.

Maki laughs slightly. “Why, so you can tell me not to come? Yeah, right," she says jokingly.

You hum in agreement; she’s right; you'd never willingly let her come. “So what’s in the bag?”

Maki looks at the bag in her hand briefly before placing it on your side table. “Just some snacks; I wasn’t really sure what we’d do when I got here…”

You hum sleepily; you weren’t sleepy a few seconds ago, so why now? Why does just being around Maki soothe you like a lullaby?

“Or we can lay down,“ she adds when she realizes how droopy your eyes are getting now.

You don't try to protest her suggestions; you're too tired at this point, and your sole wish is just to lay down with her. You nod and get up to turn off the light you had turned on earlier when you heard the door. While you're up, Maki gets herself comfortable on the far side of the bed, and you quickly join her. The two of you lay there stiffly on your backs, and although you were sleepy and happy in her presence, it's not enough; you need to feel her, be held by her.

“Maki?” you question meekly.

“Yeah?” she hums.

“You can totally say no, but, um, do you think you could hold me?” You ask nervously as you fidget with your hands.

Maki turns her head to look at you and doesn’t say anything; she just smiles sweetly at you while she lifts her arm, which you can see from your peripheral vision; she’s giving you access to lay on her. You look at her wide-eyed briefly before practically scrambling to get your head on her chest, your arm draping over her torso as she brings hers back down to rest on your back. You two lay still for a few moments before she starts to rub her hand up and down your back soothingly, an action she never thought would come naturally to her, yet here she is, and she has to say it might be the best feeling in the world—even better than proving her “family” wrong.

"Y/N, how come you’ve never let me come over before?” She asks out of the blue, fingers still trailing up and down your back, which, along with the question, sends shivers down your spine that you hope she can’t feel.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m embarrassed?” You murmur against her.

“Embarrassed?” she asks, clearly confused.

You groan slightly. “Haven’t you ever noticed how different we are?”

Maki tilts her head down slightly to look at you, eyes and eyebrows narrowing at you in confusion. “what?”

“You’re so self-sufficient, so independent, and I’m what? can’t go a night without a nightmare? need you there for me every night?” You respond back almost bitterly, disgusted by your own needs.

maki scoffs. "Y/N, you might be more “independent” than I am.”

“what? "How—I mean, look, you're here because of me!” you exclaim.

“Did you ask me to be here?” she asks.

you frown. “well no but-“

She cuts you off. “Have you ever asked me to be here?”

“no…” you reply quietly, unaware of where she’s going with this.

“exactly! You deal with all your shit by yourself, even when I’ve made it abundantly clear that I’m more than willing to be here for you. maybe you aren’t independent because you want to be, but you’re still independent,” she states matter-of-factly.

“Isn’t being independent a good thing?” You ask quietly, your voice shaking slightly.

She shrugs slightly, as much as she can with you on top of her. “To an extent, but you can be independent and still let me be here for you; they aren’t mutually exclusive.”

You nuzzle your face into her and sigh. This is nice—nicer than you could’ve ever expected. Cuddling with Maki while she rubs her hand up and down your spine, comforting you in more ways than one, is something you could only dream about, but your dreams don’t even come close to this; the real thing is so much better. and suddenly you're clutching her shirt as words fly out of your mouth faster than you can keep up.

“Maki, I like you,” you murmur against her considering your face is practically shoved into her, almost like you're trying to become one with her, which to be honest, you kinda are.

She stifles a laugh. “i know.”

You shake your head and reiterate, “No, I like you.”

She hums and repeats, “I know.”

You blink a few times before you abruptly lift your head to look at her. “wait what?”

She nods and smiles at you. “Oh yeah, I’ve known for a long time.”

“How?” you exclaim.

“You’re very obvious,” she replies nonchalantly.

“And- And you’re okay with it?” You ask nervously, this was not how you were expecting your night to go at all. You were expecting to just call Maki for a little bit until you inevitably felt like you were bothering her and hung up, but not before she tells you she’s more than willing to go over, but you say no, and then you’d stare out your window until you eventually fell back asleep and maybe or maybe not get woken back up from another nightmare. That’s how you were expecting this night to go.

“Of course I’m okay with it; I like you too, moron,” she replies back playfully.

You try to stop your mouth from dropping open, but to no avail; you’re absolutely shocked. You would have never guessed that she liked you back—okay, maybe you could considering how soft she was with you compared to everyone else, but that’s just how best friends are, right? Oh my god, are you seriously trying to convince yourself that she still sees you as just a friend when she just confessed otherwise? you’re insane.

Sometime while you were lost in thought, staring at Maki with your jaw dropped, she brought her free hand that wasn’t caressing your back up and shut your jaw for you, her hand on your face quickly bringing you back to earth.

You clear your throat and blink a few times before stumbling over your words, “So, uh, um, what now?”

She hums and pretends to think for a moment.

“Well, I think now you won’t ever have to sleep alone.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

“If you tell anyone about me cuddling you, I’ll kill you, by the way,” she adds on not even a few moments later.

You giggle before littering kisses on her face, speaking through the kisses, “Yeah, I know.”

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byakuya togami, peko pekoyama, and ryoma hoshi dating you headcanons:

category: fluff, headcanons

notes: I MISS WRITING ABOUT BYAKUYA i could go on and on 😭

Byakuya Togami:

• by the time you two start dating he’s already warmed up to you quite a bit, considering he even thought to date you

• especially because this man is so damn picky with who allows to be close to him,, so if you’re actually officially dating him, everyone knows to consider you special

• “i’ll have you know y/n, i’ve always been very… invested with my career and such. so it didn’t occur to me that i’d have enough time to spend on a romantic partner… but you do a good job at proving me wrong, my dearest.”

• he confines most of his affection to when you two are alone together (he’d never admit it but he’s actually a softie if you let him be </3)

• if you two are alone together, he tends to let loose of his formal etiquette. meaning he’ll “reciprocate” your hugs by placing a hand on your arm instead of pushing you away /hj

• when he uses pet names for you he likes to use them in an elegantly ‘posh’ way, like how you’d see wealthy people talk in an old film 💀

• when he uses pet names, he pretty much exclusively uses “my dear”, “darling”, “my lover” and “my beloved”

• contrary to what a lot of people may see him as, he can be a good boyfriend as long as you communicate what you want to him (he’s really emotionally dense otherwise)

• he’s not as touchy as most people but his love language tends to be more acts of service-y along with other things

• he’ll buy you luxury items, like the most gorgeous gemstone necklace you’ve ever seen in your life and he’ll just act like it’s not a big deal

• “what? i was thinking about you today while i was out so i stopped by the jeweler and picked up this necklace. do you not like it? don’t look so shocked now, just take it.”

Peko Pekoyama:

• she needs to be held by you SO badly and frequently and as her s/o, it’s very obvious

• peko really yearns to have a partnership with you that’s emotionally close and loving (although she isn’t sure of how to manage it herself at first)

• she’s worried that she comes off as too menacing to love and that she may scare you away one day so she can be insecure about losing you

• in context, if you two are sleeping next to each other, like on a couch or bed, she tends to furrow her eyebrows a lot in her sleep while reaching out for you so she can hold you tighter :(

• “… i was doing what? i didn’t mean to invade your space like that while i was resting y/n. i had been dreaming about you and had a nightmare… i’ll prevent it from bothering you next time.”

• it will in fact happen again but it’s okay because as long as you hold her back she visibly calms down and is able to get more restful sleep

• she actually does crave a lot of physical affection but is often too anxious about being off putting to ask you directly

• she also doesn’t ever explicitly ask however she craves your attention and can be rather clingy with you

• thankfully you’ve learned to read her body language over time and you can see the longing look in her eyes when she holds her gaze against yours

• during the moments that she lets her guard down for you, she likes it when you play with her hair and when you kiss her forehead gently

• throughout the course of dating you, she’s learning to become more warm towards you, smiling more and learning how to communicate her need for affection

• “i would like a hug from you… i think i need a moment to just be here, in your arms. to be loved by you. it’s all so simple…”

Ryoma Hoshi:

• words cannot convey the degree by which this man needs to be loved 💀

• his biggest struggle at first was with feeling worthy, not understanding why someone like you would ever want to date him

• he requires a lot of verbal reassurance and outwards affection before he starts to feel comfortable expressing it towards you

• but since you two are dating, he feels grateful and will show his appreciation for you in very heartfelt ways

• if you two have gotten close, expect him to love you like his life depends on it because you’re automatically his favorite person

• he’ll silently do the household chores for the two of you, like folding your laundry, and he’ll call your phone to tell you he misses you when you’re out

• “hey. i’ve been missing you. i want you to shoot me a call back when you get this, but i’m at home right now waiting for you… why don’t you hurry it up so i can see you again sooner? … love you, bye-bye.”

• it’s evident in the way he talks about you, but you’re always on his mind and he’s very attached to you. you’re one of the few people he can actually trust so in a way, he’s lended his heart to you

• he’s always been composed in his demeanor and that hasn’t changed. but after you entered his life, that ‘calmness’ shifted from being because he felt dead inside to being because he’s feeling peace within himself

• “you don’t know the impact you’ve had on me. i couldn’t be here without you, plain and simple. maybe this is too cheesy, but you really do mean the world to me, y/n.”

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa fluff #byakuya x reader #byakuya togami x reader #togami x reader #byakuya togami #pekoyama x reader #peko x reader #peko pekoyama x reader #peko pekoyama #ryoma hoshi x reader #ryoma x reader #ryoma hoshi #hoshi x reader #danganronpa comfort

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helloescapist · 7 months

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Living Together Headcanons Part I | Giyuu Tomioka, Shinobu Kocho, and Kyojuro Rengoku

Word Count: 4064

Setting: [insert]hashira x gn!reader, established relationships

Content Warning(s): minor suggestive wording, SFW, domestic

Summary: just domestic headcanons with Giyuu Tomioka, Shinobu Kocho, and Kyojuro Rengoku.

The Water Hashira

This was not a decision the Water Hashira took lightly, nor was it one he was able to make a decisive point on for quite some time. In fact, it’s likely that Tomioka had wanted to start living together months ago. Your having fallen asleep at his place on accident gifting him the rare opportunity to see your f ace first thing in the morning, he’s smitten. It was a desire that resulted in hours of deliberation, internal screaming, and self-inflicted panic.

His mind had scampered off with a number of scenarios; Giyuu had successfully outlined every possible consequence of living together.

Pondered what domestic dispute would occur if you both discovered the swordsman was in fact, a snorer. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had a deviated septum—he had certainly been knocked in the face a number of times by Sanemi. Would you be able to sleep through such clamorous noise? What if the whistle of his botched nose robbed you of necessary slumber? What if the reality of sharing a bed spread further than him being a noisy sleeper, c-could Giyuu be restless sleeper? He was prone to nightmares since the loss of his sister, b-but he never considered that it may cause him to wander the futon. What if he pushed you off in the middle of the night? Or stole the blankets in his struggles?

The night and performance was not the only concern, the waking hours lent its own opportunities for him to sink your happy relationship. What if your social tendencies lent itself to frequent visitors? W-would he be able to keep up with communal demands? The idea of strangers acquaintances wandering throughout his home at a moment’s notice is enough to make him anxious.

Giyuu has always fretted over even the littlest of things, but when the thought to take your relationship a step further occurred to him, well, it really sent his thoughts in overdrive. His heart yearns for domestic life at your side, but he’s aware he is not the easiest person to get along with. Worried that this next phase of your relationship, well it would awake whatever fevered dream had led you to accept him as your partner.

His over consideration of others has and will continue to rob you of sweet moments as lovers. There will be moments where he wonders if he is putting the moves on you at the right time, or if perhaps you’re too busy. Too exhausted from the day’s work.

Giyuu will engage himself in an internal debate if you would like tea with the book you’re reading by the window, snuggled up in a bundle. The time dedicated to sorting through the variety of teas at your disposal, frightened that in some way selecting the wrong flavor would indicate he is no longer an appropriate match for you. Or worse, that he doesn’t care for your preferences.

Send him out for groceries unaccompanied, he will stick to the list you provided loyally at the cost of his own health. Stressed out at the realization you had set out the ingredients with the intent of serving omurice.

Yet, as Giyuu scans the list, he cannot see the request to stop by the grocer and secure the green onions. He’s certain that you were out, and he will stand in front of the grocer unsure of whether to purchase the ingredient. Equally befuddled that he would become the hero who remembered the onions, or if somehow the purchase would insinuate lack of confidence in your skills.

The little old grannies will eventually force the onions on him and shoo him.

Your first night, he didn’t sleep. Not even a wink. He spent the entire night bearing a hole into the ceiling. A shy smile etched upon his lips, heart pounding in his ears. The tender scent of your shampoo tossed in your sleep, the tickle of the strands of your hair against his nose. The coo of your breath against his neck as you snuggle into his chest. He continues to tuck your stray arm under the covers despite how many times you wiggle lose.

Truly, there is no bigger sign of progress in your relationship with the Water Hashira than the moment your belongings passed the threshold, and intermingled with his own. It’s the perfect example of the bond you two have built together. He’s too excited, his heart won’t stop and the fear he may accidentally wake you.

Giyuu as you are more than aware isn’t necessarily one for conversation. It’s not that he wouldn’t partake, it’s more that he just enjoys listening to your voice over meals.

Curled up into the late hours as you divulge everything from the inner workings of your day, your job, or even day dreams. His small inputs here and there will not only wow you, but reassure you that he is always listening to your rambles with a small smile on his face.

you bring such life to his world. he's missed this.

Giyuu wouldn’t be one to bring home something without discussing it with you first, and for the most part, he’s not too likely to complain if you decide to bring a plant home on a whim. I just feel he’s a great plant daddy.

But I can’t imagine him bringing something home too much on a whim, he will have put into great consideration before he dares to bring home matching dinnerware for the two of you. have the cutest little flowers, and a kappa spirit motif.

He’s not going to bring home a stray animal spur of the moment, and will approach you bringing home a pet with great trebudation. Have you seen how animals treat him, he’s nervous. Though the Water Hashira would not outright reject the addition, but he is skeptical.

Mitsuri will have started sneaking little bites of goodies into his pockets to nurture the relationship.

For that matter, I feel like Giyuu as a whole keeps a very minimal home, and wouldn’t be apposed to your decorations regardless of how little or flamoyant. As long as he can continue about his daily tasks, I suspect he’d find great comfort in their presence.

it’s proof he’s no longer alone…

Likely has a preference for nostalgic pieces, especially ones that are rather simple. Naturally gravitates to the concept of kanso. Natural light, plants, and the inclusion of wood elements.

Is the type to be quite ridged about schedules and habits. Every day without fail, he will have the laundry washed and hung at the same time. His sword will be routinely polished at the same time every day. Dishes will be promptly washed after dinner is served. Diverting from his routine often causes stress and a touch of anxiety. For the most part, he’ll be able to argue with himself—such as reminding himself of the importance of duty, or that you surely didn’t mean to leave laundry on the line for so long.

He’s a man of routine

This would also lend itself to dates. While he’s not as big on going out, through Tanjiro’s gentle reminders, he would make a point to take you out every two weeks on the dot, unless you express a desire for more time out. In which case, he’ll adjust to the need.

That being said, he’s a total home body.

Loves spending time at home together. Whether it’s engaging in board games with one another, and cooking dinner together, or if you are performing separate activities. Such as reading a book, sewing, painting, crocheting, whatever your interests may be, he is happy to just be around you will you pursue your joy. He may read a book, train, or even attempt to try out your task if you invite him to do so.

For the most part though, he’s content to just sit in the same room as you without words, listening to your murmurs of focus.

Seizes opportunities to snuggle on the veranda as the rain seizes the light of day, and little frogs hop across the garden enjoying the weather.

Would be the type to wrap a blanket around your shoulders wehtehr you’ve drifted off to sleep by the kotatsu, or if you’re too entranced in work to notice that you’ve grown cold.

Would deliver your lunch to you at work.

Would make a point of eating meals together.

Would stay up faithfully awaiting yoru return home. Probably by the door, and when the hour draws far later than expected he’s anxious. The first hour, he’ll express that you lost track of time. Ran into a friend. The errands ran longer, making excuses after excuses. Like a worried parent.

As time goes on, he’s stressed, no he’s worried. scared.

His mind is running through every scenario. What if you ran into a demon, what if you were kidnapped and sold to the red district. he’s out the door..

Ensures that he asks how your day was every day.

Carries a hudge amount of the mental load.

Remembers that you like a specific scent for your laundry, and makes a point of always utilizing it in the wash.

Always makes sure that bills are paid on time, and the fridge is stocked.

Will work tirelessly to ensure you have everything you need to be happy.

Even if he’s not the breadwinner in the home, he’ll make a point of contributing to the hosuehold very seriously. Strict budgeter.

Makes Saturday morning breakfast after he’s convinced himself to crawl out of bed. takes balancing nutrition very seriously.

Will never take for granted having someone to come home to.

If you can make it pass the initial panic obstacles of living together, you’ll be gifted with a stable, consistent, and happy home. Literally the definition of a warm home to return to, snuggles, and all the fuzzy feels.

The Insect Pillar

Let’s be clear, if Shinobu has made the step to cohabitate with you, then you are more than familiar with her peculiarities. Otherwise, there’s just no way in hell that she would allow you to invade her personal space. Regardless of how romantic or attached she is to you, she worked hard to imbed the best version of herself to you, so taking this next big move in the relationship, you’ve already seen what lies beneath her gentle mask.

You’re already acquainted with her morning breath, groggy snippy remarks at the rise of the sun having spent a late night studying medical texts, how her hair will stick at odd ends, and the bags beneath her eyes that have not been tended to by make up. You are… aware that she is far from perfect, and thus, why she has allowed you to scoot your belongings pass the door. The ultimate sign of not commitment, but vulnerability.

You know she’s still human.

Just as guarded as she is about her own vulnerabilities, I also believe Shinobu wouldn’t allow you to jump into this commitment without the proper thought and time. She’s flattered, and oh she will savor teasing your eagerness to live together, but she’s not jeopardizing the relationship to satisfy a whim. Pressing forward will only happy if she is confident you can handle it her. After all, living together means more exposure to her sassy remarks. Her tongue is a double edge sword, her words can be cute and feisty as they are mysterious and lethal.

Living together, the Insect Pillar would take so much pride in having you in her home. Would openly flaunt her relationship status. A jubilant combination of smugness, and devious. Tormenting anyone who’s thoughts have strayed at her sassy remarks of keeping you up--- she saw the way Mitsuri and Sanemi’s face lit up at the implication, and now, ta ta her love.

she’s hunting. no matter the excuse they make, they’ll fall under her tormenting.

Living with Kocho means a bit of work on your part, and less on hers. For her, hers, well, she’s enamored with you. Thrilled by your brain, how your mind ticks. Your habits, your smile, your frustrations, all of it, so whatever you contribute to the Butterfly Estate, she’s fairly accepting.But, you’ll have to familiarize yourself with her whims. And they are… vast.

Shinobu will never hesitate to bring work home with her, or consider how it will affect you, or those around you. why would she?

Because of this, you’ll often find curious concoctions throughout the home. Mixtures of wisteria, and other anomalies left out without a second thought. I’m just convinced that under her mask, Shinobu tends to be messy by nature.Some days, you’ll open the store house to discover a variety of severed, talking heads. Demons who have been inflicted with varying injections and dosages of her wisteria concoctions.

All for the sake of her research clearly, but you’ll have to volley the notion of a separate storehouse for her… work. seriously who wants to eat leeks that have been close to the decapitated horrors. She doesn’t get it, they didn’t touch, but okay, okay, she’ll get on the construction.

You share a lot of similarities with those test subjects as you’re essentially in a petri dish yourself. Nothing malicious. No, no, rest assured she means no harm in observing you. She really adores you, so much so that she wants to know everything. Everything.

The exact measurements you implicate when you go through your skin routine, why it is you add a touch of sugar to your cooking rice, or why you tuck the end of your fold the way you do when putting away laundry.

While it’s adorable that she’s taking mental notes, I can’t imagine being studied at all aspects of your being will always be… comfortable. imagine waking up to her counting your freckles.

Enact your boundaries. She’ll respect them. but she doesn’t understand why you’re upset.

As I’ve said, Shinobu isn’t the type to care too much about what you bring into the home. Whether on a whim you’ve dragged a stray home, a plant, new wallpaper, whatever it may be, Kocho is for the most part, unbothered. Really, as long as you bare in mind specific things, such as tokens of her older sister are significant to her, you’re free to do whatever you’d like with the home. If anything, she looks forward to seeing what you come up with. Just as, she will welcome any additions to the home you drag home. A cat, ah well, you needed a companion. A plant, it will look lovely in that corner. New wallpaper, oh this color makes your eyes pop. She’s smiten.

you could commit a murder and Shinobu would still take your side. I swear.

I do feel like she would gravitate towards more macabre interior chocies, or perhaps some Victorian inspired pieces. Collecting books in a variety of foreign languages, extra draping for privacy.

For the acceptance she provides you, Shinobu expects the same in return. Again, she is a victim to whims. Just as you’ll find severed demon flesh in unique places, you may also find other samples as well. There will also be days when she may just outright wander the home naked, or other times when she’s spirited away investigating ingredients.

She’ll leave a note with Aoi explaining her absence, but you will never receive a heads up. Nor much of a justification.

She isn’t the type to stay up awaiting your return like Giyuu to be fair, she doesn’t want you to do the same. But, she is the type to leave medical substances around the home, as well as other tokens of affections. Although, it may take some time before you understand a fish head= a gift. I don’t blame you.

You’ll never be bored.

And your home will always be lively.

Similar to Giyuu, the Insect Hashira is rather content to perform her experiments while you indulge in a personal activity. or she’ll just out right watch you. Other times, she’d welcome being invited to attempt the hobby herself, but she’s not likely to do it more than once. Sort of like a check list. Try sewing, check, moving on!. Onto a new pursuit.

Alongside her whims, you’ll find that she has random moments of fancy. Spur of the moment decisions. Some nights, you may find her wandering the garden beneath the moonlight, just because. Other times, she has become convinced, she needs a late night dango. Would you like to accompany her? No? no worries, she’ll bring home your favorite snack.

Because of this, you can expect your dating life to remain… turbulent as they always were. Shinobu is literally the type to pick you up in the middle of a less than significant duty, and kidnap you for a midafternoon tryst. Other times, because her mind often wanders, it could be a while since you’ve had an outing. But, she always, always welcomes the opportunity to explore with you.

I cannot for the life of me justify it--- but I just strongly feel like you should never eat her cooking. It’s cute when she tries, but… just don’t.

In fact, you may have to convince her to eat actual food. She just seems like the type to maintain her life with nutrient supplements, and caffeine. You’ve likely had an argument or two about the importance of an actual meal. Together.

I think as time goes on, living with Shinobu would be a rather enjoyable experience. Especially if you naturally want a little space and independence. SHe would be the type to more than except that... as long as you make room for snuggles in your day.

The woman will punish long bouts of time not spent together with squeezing you inappropriately when you're trying to wash the dishes.

The Flame Hashira

Kyojuro Rengoku | The Flame Hashira

Unlike Shinobu, or Giyuu, he needs no convincing. In fact, he probably approached you with the prospect way before you were ready and had to be shelved. but he brought it up a few more times. not because he’s manipulated, but because, he is just. So. Excited.

He’s waited for this moment for the entirety of your relationship. Like, the second date, he was already considering what your life together would be like. I’m not kidding.

He had dresser drawers cleared and awaiting your clothing, cleared out space on shelves to ensure you could place beloved items within view. He had the home prepped the second you said yes, dragging poor Senjuro with him. the little brother having to remind him that he needs to pace himself.

Kyojuro doesn’t have time to be tired. He’s way too excited. Off to the store! Senjuro is ragged.

Like an overeager child preparing for a trip, the Flame Hashira was quick to scoop everything into heart, and move forward. Snacks, gifts, decorations, oh cannot forget the matching cups. Tiger and dragon. EXCELLENT.

As enthusiastic and wonderful his approach is, he’s more likely to be hit rather hard be the initial relationship struggles. He will push through, but it will leave quite a wound to his heart to know that living together was not as effortless. Kyojuro has always wanted a happy home. like he once had. so being met with the realities of domestic life may rattle him a little.

But he’s dedicated.

He’s committed.

Living together will also provide doors to the depths of his heart that you had not otherwise witness, such as how desperately he longs for a happy home, and family. His eagerness to try everything to be the best partner revealing small pieces of his insecurities, and his desire to be praised. Living together means that you’ll be met with the parts of himself he tries to conceal behind a smile.

A late night in which he curls into bed, detached and lost to the world. Horrified at the loss of a small child he could not save in time. A mizunoto relieved of duty due to their wounds, or retrieving the bodies of those lost in the final selection. His façade is crumbling, and more than anything, he just needs you to hold him.

To feel life between his arms.

Truthfully, I recommend just getting acquainted with taking care of him in general. You will have to nurse colds and flues, brought on giving the haori off his back to a stranger. To be clear, he’s not taking being cared for as easily as you might think, he’ll protest. He doesn’t want to add to your burdens; Rengoku feels strongly that his duty is to carry yours, not add to them. But oh, your cold hand feels heavenly against his forehead… maybe just a moment. like a kitten curled under the kotetsu, he’s a goner.

He also has a habit of working himself to the bone, and you’ll likely find yourself assisting him with the day to day activities, such as bathing after a hefty battle.

You’re doing the cooking. With assistance. It’s not that Kyojuro is a horrific cook, or unwilling to cook in your absence. He may be traditional in a lot of aspects, but he’s affectionate and willing to take part in meals.

In fact, I believe he’s rather experimental, and far too excited at the prospect of gifting you with a meal, that he begins to toss in ingredients regardless of what the contents already exist in the concoction. Nope, nope, you’ll have to take over the majority of cooking if you want something edible. But you’ll still find him at your side, eager to lend a hand.

Actually, this will be the case with the mass majority of home tasks. He’ll love the opportunity to care for you as you do him, so much so that in his enthusiasm, you’ll likely find some tasks not.. completed appropriately. Clothing still bearing blood stains from a tussle, rice not properly cooked through, floors that are smeared, or the garden disheveled. he tried

To his credit, Rengoku grew up in a fairly well cared for family in terms of finances and status. It’s likely that his struggles with home chores, are likely the result of just not having taken too much of the responsibility for the majority of them. I also suspect that he prefers a traditional home in terms of décor. Wall scrolls depicting honor, textbooks over tactics and swords men ship, a room dedicated to a study, separated from a bedroom with two futons laid out. Folding screens, the works.

I think it’s more about the familiarity—it’s the way his mother maintained the home, and like the ghost of her absence remained after passing. No one ever redecorated, and because of this, antique pieces in a way are comforting.

Although I imagine he also keeps the oddest knick knack mixed into the shovel. Whether tokens from grateful rescued, or of your relationship, they’re mixed into his belongings.

Kyojuro enjoys being home, and while he wants a happy home, you will have to understand that he is well dedicated to his duties. As such, you will need to become comfortable in the time you spent apart because it is going to happen. He will never refute his duties. You will have many late nights alone, an empty bed. It’s the burden of being with a Hashira, specifically the Flame Pillar.

He doesn’t expect you to wake up for him. Or leave meals out awaiting his return.

Really, living your life as you are in his absence, quick to intergrade him back into the routine is more than enough for him. Knowing you’re caring for his little brother in his stead, and awaiting his arrival home… he could never ask for more.

But if you should find the time to prepare him a bento in the dead of night for his early departure… he will treasure it. Savor every bite.

He is the type to bring home the most obscure items that made him think of you, and to pick up a bento along the way home. I’ll be honest, he will not reject anything you bring home. He recognizes that you are the primarily person at home. Decorate how you like. You want a rabbit? A dog? A cat? It’s welcome.

To be fair, this is probably because Kyojuro is just as likely to bring home a stray without consideration as to how it may impact the household.

Rather, he just saw a little creature that needed his aide, and so, you’ll awake to a puppy wandering the garden, or a stray child curled up in the guest room with only a small explanation as to how your guest or adopted child came to pass. But... are you really surprised?

would be the type to wear matching pajamas every chance he gets. sir dressed up to go to the Barbie movie, and I cannot promise you he was Ken.

Loves the idea of a garden, and appreciates the effort you put into it, but, Rengoku does not have a green thumb. Plant killer. So, the garden will be more for recreational activities in his book.

The type to get excited about a visiting theater trope, rush home, grab your hand with no explaination, and just run with you.

The opposite of Giyuu, where the Water Hashira hesitates, the Flame Hashira acts. without consideration of reprocussions.

is the type to bring home a boar after training in the mountains whether as a pet or a dinner depends on the day. you're just grateful it's not Inosuke.

Would scoop you up and spin you around while you're hanging laundry, urging you to skip the work for the day, and join him for a game of hide and seek.

I really feel like if you both can get over the initial realities of domestic life, you'll find that life with Kyojuro would be playful, full of laughter, and warm. A messy life that is sweet, and as adorable as returning home to him with chocolate smeared over the counter and his face from a failed batch of chocolate covered strawberries.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #tomioka giyu x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #thehashirasinarelationship

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onehundredandeleventropicalfish · 1 year

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so my corinthian post is going around again, and on rereading it something occured to me

so, he's asked at the cereal convention where the name comes from

and the leather line, that's just a joke, but the first two both reference the city of corinth (which was greek, not roman, it had a history long before the roman empire)

which, as i discussed in that post, ancient greece is around when the corinthian was created

and im not an expert on greek history, but from what i know, corinth was a very rich city, and had the ability therefore to invest in art and trade alongside military pursuits, it was very frequently visited by foreigners, and became known as both a lavish travel destination, and like the above kinda says, a place to indulge in whatever weird kinky possibly illegal shit you wanted to, without having to bring that home with you

which certainly paints a picture of what kind of person is from there

(i do also wonder about him being so clearly american, despite having been created long before america was what it is today, and whether he over the centuries has gravitated to whichever culture he feels is representing that best)

and like, to a modern audience, like the other collectors, corinth seems like a really obscure reference to name yourself after, and is suitably mysterious

but back when the corinthian was created? that shit was contemporary

dream was not being subtle in the slightest

he created what he saw at the time as his most perfect nightmare, ever hungry, a reflection of all of humanity's darkest impulses, the ones they want to keep hidden, even from themselves

and he basically called him "the man from sin city"

like that's his name

dream. oh my god.

#do you think cori is glad people don't immediately get the reference so he gets to be mysterious #or do you think he misses the time when that was a name everyone would understand #the sandman #the corinthian #dream of the endless #mine #meta

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y2ksnowglobe · 2 months

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I have a head canon for why the twins stopped sharing a bedroom. After the realms, Lark slept too lightly to develop nightmares, but Sparrow would, more often than not, wake up screaming. Lark would calm him down, being awake because of some sound or another, but Sparrow believed it was him who kept waking his brother up and felt guilty about it. Meanwhile Lark would get angry at Henry for whatever, and frequently he would storm up to their room and just start taking his anger out on inanimate objects, always careful to never hurt anything of Sparrow's, but still always being a little afraid that he would on accident.

To this day, they're not sure who suggested sleeping in different rooms, but Sparrow believes it's because it was so that he'd stop waking up Lark, and Lark believes it's so that Sparrow wouldn't have to worry about Lark breaking his things, even though neither or those things had occurred to their brother to be a risk or a problem.

#As it happens #Lark definitely still checks on Sparrow because it's not like he can't hear him screaming from one room over #And Sparrow still might come into his room to make sure he's okay when the nightmares are about Lark dying #So they end up sleeping in the same room for at least some of most nights #dndads #dungeons and daddies #lark oak #sparrow oak

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antimatterz · 11 months

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ephialtes

dan heng x gn!reader

ephialtes [noun] 1. a nightmare 2. the demon that is believed to cause nightmares. or alternatively, you find him tormented by a nightmare and help him ease his suffering.

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you're not sure what it was that caused you to wake up. groggily opening your eyes, you were met with darkness. you figured it was still deep in the night. what an unfortunate time to wake up. with a small sigh, you decided to turn around in bed to continue your sleep. it was still way too early.

but a small whimper made you halt your action. next to you, your boyfriend was sleeping, though right now he didn't appear peaceful at all. he was tossing and turning restlessly, and little sounds of dismay escaped his parted lips between ragged breaths. your heart sank as you realized what was going on, and you cast away your desire to sleep.

he was having a nightmare. again.

it wasn't unusual for dan heng to have a nightmare. if any, it was a pretty common occurence. and maybe it was just you being overly worried, but it seemed that his nightmare-rate had increased even more lately. you often woke up because of his restless movements or his anxious whimpers. it broke your heart to see him like that, and you couldn't just continue your nap when he was so obviously suffering.

you turned around to face him, and reached out to touch his arm. you were careful not to wake him, because you knew better than to do so. instead, your fingertips tentatively caressed his upper arm, ignoring the sheen of sweat that rested upon his skin. with your free hand, you flicked on the lamp on the nightstand, and pursed your lips as you saw the state of misery the male was currently in.

his expression was tormented, a deep crease between his furrowed brows and beads of sweat trickling down his temples. his lips were parted as he panted and groaned, and his muscles clenched and uncleched as he shifted uncomfortably. tonight's terror was a heavy one.

"dan heng," you whispered, still without the intention of waking him up. "hey, don't worry. i'm here right next to you, you're safe."

you moved your hand from his arm to his forehead, brushing away a few strands of raven hair that stuck there messily. though you knew a little of what was bothering him in his nightmares, he didn't open up completely yet – which you respected – but you cursed whatever it was that brought dan heng in such a state.

"i won't let it hurt you," you softly said, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of his hair. "you're here with me in bed, you're okay, you're fine."

you weren't sure if it would work, but you always hoped your voice would reach him somehow. you began stroking his hair, and surely, his frantic movements seemed to subdue a little bit. but his chest still rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out raspy and labored. he was so clearly agitated and you had no clue what it was that pestering him. was it about the past that haunted him? you didn't know any details, but you knew that something happened that still tormented him until this day – hence the frequent nightmares.

suddenly, the male flew away from your touch, sitting up with a start. he was breathing heavily, eyes wide and filled with tears of sheer anxiety. you sat back, allowing him some time to orientate after waking up from shock. dan heng brought up his arm and harshly wiped his tears before he finally looked over at you.

"y-y/n," he stammered, voice strained.

he was obviously struggling to contain himself, working hard to recollect the pieces that had been shattered by his nightmare. now you reached out, placing a supportive hand on his back. his shirt stuck to his sweaty back uncomfortably, but that didn't stop you from rubbing soothing circles.

"it was only a bad dream, dan heng," you spoke in a soft tone. "you're safe. follow my lead okay?"

you breathed in slowly, exaggerating the motion to make it easier to follow. your eyes fluttered close as you held the puff of air for a moment before you released it, and you heard how dan heng did the same. you sat like that for a while, solely focusing on your breathing to help the poor male calm down. you felt his chest rise and fall underneath the palm of your hand. it appeared to help, and when you opened your eyes, he seemed a little less agitated. his eyes were on you, and you found a storm raging behind his otherwise so calm irises.

"did i wake you again?" he asked.

"i think so," you shrugged. "but don't apologize, i wouldn't want you to suffer alone. i'm glad i woke up."

"thank you, y/n," dan heng said solemnly. he leaned into your touch, and you saw that as your cue to take him in your embrace.

you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him as you slowly led him to lay down with you. his usually placid mask was gone completely and he snuggled into you, grateful for the love you gave him after experiencing such terror in his sleep. his breaths – calm but still shaky – ghosted over your skin as you held him close and as the minutes passed by, you felt his rigid muscles relax. you had no idea how lang you lay there like that, but dan heng's breathing grew so even at some point and you suspected he had fallen asleep again.

you smiled tiredly, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. nights like this weren't uncommon. rather, it happened multiple times a week. it was messing with your sleep and you felt unnaturally tired lately, but it was okay. you made your boyfriend's miserable nights bearable, which you gladly did. you gladly sacrificed some of your sleep to help dan heng get through the night, and you wouldn't ever get second thoughts.

it wasn't long before soft snores came from the boy in your arms, and you now knew for sure he was fast asleep. that was all the reassurance you needed to be sure that he was okay again, and you finally allowed your eyes to close as well. holding him tightly, you fell asleep minutes later.

another night had passed, and peace had returned. but for how long?

#dan heng #dan heng x reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng hsr #honkai #honkai star rail #honkai star rail dan heng #hsr #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng honkai star rail #honkai dan heng #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #— enyo writes

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Astrology Observations🦩

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In a romantic context, Saturn in a composite chart will show the area of life where you and your partner will be presented with the most responsibilities. Depending on how Saturn is aspected, Saturn’s placement may be very challenging, or it could prove to be a placement that binds the two of you together. For example, a 5th house Saturn in a composite chart, can play out in many different ways. It could suggest that having children together, and being parents is how you two will experience the most responsibility and commitment. Alternatively, you may feel as if your relationship lacks the element of ‘fun’ and spontaneity, and thus you two have the tendency to be overly serious with each other. It can also mean delays when it comes to having kids, or having kids later than most people. *The aspects to Saturn will show you how your Saturn placement is likely to play out*

Having the ruler of your 10th house placed in your 4th house, could mean that your career is strongly linked to your home, family or real estate. You may literally work from home, or perhaps you work with your family/or in a family-owned business.

If you have the ruler of your 10th in your 8th house, you could work in a career that involves the occult, healing (medicine), psychology, sex, or looking after other peoples finances (accountant as an example).

People who have online businesses/blogs often have the ruler of their 10th house in the 11th or 3rd house.

People who have the moon conjunct their midheaven often work in female dominated industries (teaching,speech pathology, nursing, social services, and cosmetology as a few examples) Alternatively, they are likely to work in careers that appeal mainly to women! (Working as a gynecologist/make-up artist etc..) I had made the statement a while ago that people who have the Sun conjunct their Midheaven often work in male-dominated industries. Upon further research, I’ve found a link between the moon-midheaven conjunction, and working in a career that is largely dominated by women.

People who have Neptune in the 12th house often have very vivid dreams. Some of these dreams contain spiritual messages, or these individuals often dream of things before they occur. I’ve actually found that people who have any significant placements in the 12th house tend to dream more than the average person. However, planets like Saturn & Mars suggest that the individual is more prone to having nightmares.

Having the ruler of your 7th house placed in your 6th can suggest meeting potential partners whilst you are running errands, at the gym, or in an environment where there are animals. Alternatively, it can mean dating a co-worker.

It’s so interesting because people who have Aquarius on their 9th house cusp are often agnostic/atheist! These people often refuse to tie themselves down to an ideology, as many feel that most religions/belief systems are designed to oppress people. Now not EVERY person with an aqua 9th house will be atheist. Those who are religious or spiritual, tend to be quite open-minded. *most people with an air sign on the 9th house cusp are quite liberal/open-minded when it comes to spirituality & religion*

If you have your mercury square your midheaven (especially if it’s in an orb that is less than 2 degrees) it’s possible that you’ve dealt with people spreading rumors about you, or talking about you behind your back, quite frequently throughout your life!

A solar return year in which your solar return midheaven is in the same sign as your natal midheaven will mark a very significant year for your career.

A year in which you have your solar return Pluto conjunct your natal or solar return ascendant, can suggest a year where you will experience a significant level of personal and/or physical transformation.

The house in which your Solar Return Sun is located, will tell you what area of life will be prominent/significant to you in the coming year. You will likely be focusing most of your energy into this area of life! Your solar return Ascendant will also be very important (you want to locate where your solar return ascendant falls into your natal chart) this will show you which house will be activated over the next year. Lastly, stelliums in houses/signs will tell you where you will also be focusing a lot of your energy until your next solar return.

TW:Death

People who have their black moon Lilith in the 8th house, often have quite a profound fascination with death. Sometimes it’s just an interest in the cycles of life and death! This is often shown by watching a lot of crime, psychological thrillers, horror etc.. However, some people with this placement have struggled greatly with their mental health. Consequently, they may struggle with thoughts of not wanting to be here anymore, or just have moments where their mind takes them into a really dark place.

Fire moons (especially Leo moons) can feel as if their mothers are always trying to upstage or outshine them. Even if they are really close, there is always this underlying sense of competition.

When someone’s Moon falls into your 12th house, you likely dream about them a lot.

9th house synastry is incredibly underrated! The 9th house represents our ideals and our beliefs! You can really grow tremendously, and learn a lot in a relationship that has significant 9th house synastry overlays.

People who have Jupiter in the 6th house may fluctuate a lot when it comes to their weight! The same for people with Jupiter in the 1st! The moon causes fluctuations. So, people with the moon in the 1st house can also have weight that fluctuates quite frequently and considerably.

Venus in the 8th house of a solar return chart, can indicate receiving a significant loan, or an inheritance in that solar return year. Alternatively, you may begin an intense sexual relationship with someone during that year, or you are likely to strengthen an existing one! *aspects to Venus will tell you how this is likely to manifest*

People who have a lot of Neptune (Pisces influence) in their charts really have to be careful with who, and what they associate themselves with. This is because they tend to pick up on energy very easily, and can often absorb the energies of those who are around them. Developing firm boundaries is a necessity for these individuals. Consuming large amounts of mind-altering substances should also be kept to a minimum.

People who have Capricorn midheavens or any kind of Saturnian influence over the MC (Saturn in the 10th, Saturn trine, sextile, conjunct the MC) are prone to becoming workaholics. These people take their responsibilities very seriously, and they can be quite hard on themselves. Consequently, it can be hard for them to be satisfied with their achievements as they always feel like they should be doing ‘more’.

I am legitimately having a week from HELL! But anyways, since my solar return is coming up I am offering 10% off of my composite chart readings! (I just love writing those haha) 🤍

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