#happy escape day and happy birthday to a character that ruined my life. i love ray so so so so so much

[goldiipond]

so isn't this cool, ray?

#skye's doodles #SCREAMS FOR ONE THOUSAND YEAR . ANYWYAW #happy escape day and happy birthday to a character that ruined my life. i love ray so so so so so much #what ever do i have to tag everyone. yah #the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #tpn ray #tpn emma #tpn don #tpn gilda #tpn anna #tpn nat #tpn thoma #tpn lanni #tpn jemima #tpn alicia #tpn dominic #tpn mark #tpn rossi #tpn chris #tpn yvette #tpn phil #ok. falls over

[wri0thesley]

disciplinarian - prosciutto x reader (3k)

you have made a mess of things - and prosciutto is not going to let that pass without punishment.

cw: yandere prosciutto. dubious-consent/non-consent (reader is well on the way to stockholm syndrome if not already there). afab reader referred to as 'spouse', no other gendered terms used. captive reader. spanking, exhibitionism, allusions to prosciutto using his stand on reader in the past. use of pet names, use of 'slut'. minors dni, not sfw.

[a/n: a fic in which a random number generator was allowed to choose some of my favourite kinks and characters for a little birthday event i did for myself! this one threw up 'prosciutto', 'impact play' and 'yandere!' it's been a while since i published jojo but oh, i could never forget about my love for One Old Man Mafioso!]

It’s your own fault. 

You stare at the ruined dinner and feel your breath start to come in short little pants; a tell-tale sign that you’re about to panic. About to start crying. You should have checked on it more often! You should have double-checked all of the temperatures, stayed in the kitchen instead of going into Prosciutto’s study to read and imagine you were somewhere else--

The front door swings open. Prosciutto’s voice, warmth seeping from every syllable, calls out into the hallway; 

“Tesoro? I’m home.”

That warmth will quickly dissipate when he sees what you’ve done. Even now, as he calls out your name once more, you can hear a mounting frustration; Prosciutto likes you to be ready to rush up to him when he comes home from work, peppering his cheek with kisses and chirping questions about his day, every inch the adoring little house spouse that he has mercilessly drilled you into becoming. You ought to be fussing over his jacket, stroking his cheek and telling him you missed him with heat in your cheeks - offering to fetch his slippers and a whisky for him to unwind with . . .

Instead, you are in the kitchen in front of ruined dinner, your apron a mess and tears rolling down your face as you face the facts; Prosciutto is not going to be happy with you. 

“There you are.” The mafioso’s voice has a sharp edge to it as a shadow falls across the doorway. You start guiltily, trying to hide the tray of burnt food from his ice blue gaze, but there’s no real escape from a man like Prosciutto. You know he’s seen it the moment that his elegant lip curls and his eyes flicker back to you. “ . . . Really. Is this how you greet your husband, amore mio?”

You want to bite back at him that he is no husband of yours - that it is hardly husbandly of him to have snatched you from your life and installed you into his like you are an asset to be owned and bossed about, a caricature of what a traditional man would expect from a spouse. It is hardly husbandly of him to have taught you to cook and clean and serve him by belt and by threat and by the strange power that he possesses that you hope never to experience again--

(You can still remember it, at night, when Prosciutto is still on a mission and you are alone - how it had felt to have your bones age and crack all rapidly at once, your skin sag from your frame, your heart to suddenly have years and years of use and wear piled upon it in what felt like moments. You never want to feel it again. You’d promised him, afterwards, tears still drying on your face, that you would be good from then on in.)

“I’m sorry,” your words all come out in a rush. “I-I didn’t mean to, Prosciutto. Amore. I--I just got distracted, it burnt, I’ll cook it all again--”

His expensive shoes (gotten for a bargain, or so he claimed, though you know that half of the boutiques in the city cower when he steps into them and rush to offer him staff discounts and anything he desires) squeak on the tiled kitchen floor as he steps closer to you. You force yourself to breathe. 

“And waste another day’s worth of ingredients?” He asks you, calmly. “Do you think I am made of money, amore mio?” The pet names are a deliberate choice - they serve only to make you even more frightened. He casts his eye over the spread again. “It’s good for nothing but the trash now. Tell me--” And then your chin is being grasped by hands that have murdered and killed and God knows what else. “What did my pretty little tesoro have to occupy their mind that was more important than being good and taking care of their husband, hmm?”

Your voice cracks.

“I-I’m sorry--”

“Not good enough,” he says, his voice still calm. Prosciutto is cool and calculated in all he does; he does not shout and rage at you. His quiet seething, his way of keeping his handsome face a visage of serenity even when he is doing depraved things, is far more frightening than anything else. “Come. Leave the food for later. I think you need a reminder of your place.”

Your breath catches. You know what he means by this, and as if your body is already protesting the coming punishment, you feel last week’s almost-healed bruises on your buttocks sting. And, too - because Prosciutto has trained you to be that way - you feel a heat low in your abdomen, a clenching of the part of you between your thighs that Prosciutto equally adores to torment. 

Prosciutto senses your hesitation and clicks his tongue at you, motioning towards the upstairs of the little home you two share (some holdover from his family connections, though it is not quite as well-maintained as it ought to be). 

“I’ll give you five more strikes for every moment you dawdle,” he says, and he gives you a smile not without a hint of his teeth. When you had first met Prosciutto, you had thought his overbite and the gap between his teeth handsome - now, you wonder if they are on display so often if only to warn you that this is a man who will bite if he is threatened.

You pass by him - and on cue, one of Prosciutto’s hands comes down and squeezes your ass as you walk, his hands strong, fingers digging hard into the plush of your rear. You whimper, and Prosciutto lets out a hiss of pleased breath through his teeth. 

“So soft,” he murmurs to you, slapping you on the rear now as if he is urging you to move faster. “Mm . . . as much of a shame as it is to punish you, tesoro, you’re such a very lovely canvas for the discipline.”

Despite your will, the compliment makes your insides clench once more. Heat gathering between your thighs in hot little shocks - there’s something about the clipped way that Prosciutto speaks that makes you want to get on your knees and do exactly as he says, even if you do hate him. Even if you do wish you were somebody else, somewhere else, away from here. 

(Hate is a difficult thing; you hate Prosciutto. You hate what he has done to you. But his fingers are clever and his mouth is tender and the frissons of danger being his give you are more of a lure than you’d like to admit. Even if you could escape, sometimes you fear that you are so thoroughly under his spell that you would miss him). 

He chuckles as if he can tell what you are thinking - his hands rest upon your hips as you walk, guiding you upstairs, the movement at once gentlemanly and possessive. Those are two things that the mafioso excels in. 

Prosciutto’s bedroom. 

He leaves you standing in the middle of the floor as he slowly, leisurely, crosses the room to sit upon the bed. You stand there for him, tension brewing, even as Prosciutto lets out a slow sigh and removes his ascot with elegant fingers. As he unbuttons his jacket and shrugs it off shoulders, showing the sculpted muscles of his scarred chest. You barely stop yourself from trembling. 

When the jacket is shed, he rests back upon the heels of his hands and looks at you with that handsome, disaffected air - mouth parted, eyes half-lidded. His command is simple. 

“Strip, and then come here and bend over.” 

Prosciutto likes you to look the part of his little spouse. You wear clothes that are well-made and prim and a little old-fashioned, with fiddly little buttons and awkward zippers that you sometimes need his help to get into in a morning. He offers you no such help now, as your fingers slip on the buttons and you miss the catch of the zipper three times from your clammy palms. He breathes out through his nose in a flare of irritation, and you make a squeal of apology as you finally manage to shed the last layer of your clothes and you stand before him in nothing but your underwear, white satin patterned with deep red roses that Prosciutto had picked out for you. He looks at you in satisfaction, noting the damp patch at your gusset.

“My underwear too, amore?” He likes it when you use pet names for him - when you call him ‘my love’ or ‘my soul’ or ‘husband’. He likes ‘Signore’, too, but he prefers that when the two of you are playing one of his favoured little roleplay games. Right now, he is a husband disciplining a wayward spouse, and he wouldn’t react well to it. You hope the little term of endearment softens him. 

“Just the top,” he decides, and you obediently reach behind yourself and unclip it with only a little difficulty. You feel your cheeks heat as Prosciutto looks at how your chest is released from the satiny cups, but manage to keep your composure. “Ah. How lucky I am to have such a pretty spouse, hmm?” He reaches forward, pinching one of your nipples roughly. A soft noise of surprise falls from your lips as he continues to pinch, twisting it just enough for it to edge the line between pleasure and pain, forcing the bud to pucker and stiffen beneath his ministrations. He repeats the process with the other, making you press your thighs unconsciously together. “Maybe I should use a cane on these, one of these days.”

“N-no, please,” you breathe out, but you’re already losing track of the thought of anything but Prosciutto’s fingers upon you. He chuckles, tugging at your nipples again. 

“Maybe some pretty jewelry, then?” He suggests. “One of my associates is very skilled with metals--”

You whine as he pinches just a touch too hard, and, satisfied, he lets go of the sensitive buds - stiff and already aching from a mixture of fear and arousal and the pressure he had exerted. 

“Very well,” he says in amusement. “Come bend over my lap and let me give you your punishment.”

You have no other choice, really - you arrange yourself exactly the way you know Prosciutto likes you, bent over his lap, your ass in the air. Your sore nipples uncomfortably rub against his slacks and the bedspread, and you know that they will chafe between both as you move with every hit of his hand or his belt or the hairbrush, chest swaying with the pressure--

His hand rests lightly on the curve of your ass. 

“You’ve been well-behaved other than today,” he muses aloud, rubbing warm circles onto the heated skin. The touch of his calloused palms on your soft ass sends more little electric shocks to that place between your thighs, satin sticking to the folds of your cunt. “Just my hand, hmm?” 

“Thank you, amore,” you say, automatically. For his mercy. He chuckles, rubs his thumb over the seam of your ass through the underwear and stops just before your sex. 

“No more than you deserve,” he says. “You’ll count, yes?” 

You nod, and Prosciutto seems satisfied enough with that. You hear the sound of his hand pulling back - the displacement of air as it whooshes back towards your ass, and then the calloused meat of his palm collides with your bare flesh. You cry out in surprise at the feeling, despite knowing it was coming. 

“One!” You say. “Th-thank you!”

He pauses, hand still upon your ass. Heat radiates from the spot he has just touched, like waves lapping upon a shore. 

“Thank you, what?” He asks, his voice dangerous - and you know it is a test. You take a great shuddering breath. 

“Thank you, carissimo--?”

You hope you have made the right choice - that the pet name will soften him and soothe him and remind him that he is your husband and you adore him (or, at least, you do because you know what is good for you). The question hangs in the air for a moment that feels like it lasts for an eternity, before Prosciutto lets out a grunt of pleasure. 

“You’re welcome. Don’t forget next time.”

So you don’t. 

You do not forget to count or to thank Prosciutto or to call him all of the sweet things you can think of; thank you carissimo, thank you caro, thank you amore, thank you mio re, mio amato--

And Prosciutto’s blows do not stop coming, each one slower and more lingering than the last. Palm slapping against your rear and thighs until you are all over sore, fingers digging into tenderised flesh, Prosciutto’s hand taking delight in the way you whimper and whine and your voice goes high and reedy as you reach seventeen, eighteen, nineteen . . .

At twenty, he leaves his hand upon your ass for a beat longer. Luxuriously and slowly slides it down, further than he had before - and laughs a little meanly as his fingers dip between your thighs, feeling just how wet your underwear is. 

“Oh, amore,” He breathes, in that damnably low and seductive voice. “You like being punished, don’t you?”

There is no real argument to what he’s saying. With every hit of his hand, you had felt those sparks and shocks that had resonated all through your body and landed squarely in your cunt, between your legs. With every number that had fallen from your mouth, you had felt yourself pump out more slick, until the satin was utterly saturated and it was a wonder you were not dripping all over the floor. 

“You’ve made a mess,” Prosciutto breathes against your ear. “Mm . . . I’m going to have to replace this nice lingerie. Do you know how much it cost?” 

“. . . I . . .’m sorry--”

“Oh,” another chuckle. “Don’t be. It’s nice to know what a little slut my pretty spouse is.”

“I’m not. . .”

“Ah. So you’re not desperate for me to do this?” He slowly, deliberately, presses his fingers against the seam of your sex, rubbing it through the satin. Against your will, a whine falls from your mouth - the pressure is perfect, his fingers so good against your heated core. “You’re not moaning like a bitch in heat?”

“Prosciutto . . .”

“You’re a very lucky little slut, at least.” Prosciutto’s fingers begin to rhythmically slide backwards and forwards, over your cunt - you whimper as he finds your clit, rubbing the satin against the swollen little nub in a way that makes you squirm and hot tears spring to your eyes. “I don’t mind that you’ve gotten off to me punishing you. In fact . . .”

He doesn’t bother to go beneath the fabric - just finds your clit, swollen and stiff through satin as thin as spider silk, and begins a rough, mean assault on it that has you gasping and panting. 

“I’ll even help you along.”

It’s too much. It’s all too much. The position - blood rushing to your head. The way that your ass aches and stings from his discipline, the way he’s practically trained you to get turned on by being hurt, the confusion that you feel about all of this . . . Sometimes you want nothing more than to be the thoughtless little whore of a spouse he wants you to be. Things would be so much easier, wouldn’t they? 

Your breath comes in short sharp pants as Prosciutto increases his speed, roughly circling your clit. You squirm hotly as the pressure follows suit. All of the feelings inside of you - the confusion and the heat and the arousal and the hate and everything else - all tangle together in your mind like old embroidery threads, a mess impossible to unravel--

Until they do. The threads are all suddenly pulled apart in different directions, and your insides explode in an orgasm that is partly pleasure and partly pain. Prosciutto’s fingers do not slow, hot hard circles that guide you over yet more hills and more peaks. You don’t know if it’s good or if it’s overwhelming, all of the sensations creeping up on you at once like ivy overtaking an old house. You sob out a dry, whimpering noise that makes Prosciutto sigh. 

He slows his fingers as the last ebbs and flows of your peak flow from your thighs to your feet to your fingertips and out of your body and lets you lay there limply upon him, breathing hard.

You are suddenly aware of every part of your body. 

Your underwear clings wetly and uncomfortably to your folds, the gusset utterly soaked from the painful orgasm that Prosciutto had wrung from you. Tear tracks are drying on your face, your ass aching from every spank of Prosciutto’s hand. Your nipples ache from how they had rubbed against the fabric of Prosciutto’s slacks with every body-shaking hit you had taken. 

“There,” Prosciutto says, pushing you off of him so you land in an ungainly sniffling heap on the floor. Beads of your arousal and release are streaming down your inner thighs. He acts as though what he’s done has had no effect upon him, though the stiff tent of his erection tells a different story. You will get that particular part of your punishment later, caged underneath the unending snap of his hips and snarl of his voice about what a good little thing you are, taking your husband’s cock like you were made to do. “Now. I think it’s dinner time, don’t you?”

You sniffle again and look up at him with beseeching eyes. 

“I-- I burnt dinner--”

“Well,” he says. “I suppose you’ll have to make it all again, won’t you?”

It’s almost a pardon. You nod frantically at him, and go to reach for your abandoned brassiere, your other clothes - only for Prosciutto to stand up and bring one well-heeled foot right down upon the pile of fabric.

“I don’t think you deserve those, tesoro. Do you?” 

“B-but . . . the window--”

He looks down at you with a glint in those deep blue eyes, a devilish smirk playing about his lips. 

“You should have thought about that before you made such a mess of things.” His eyes slide over your figure - your bare chest, your rapidly bruising thighs and ass, the thin and soaked excuse for underwear you’re currently wearing - and he sighs in satisfaction. “Don’t you dare close the curtains, amore mio. Maybe this will be another lesson for you.”

#prosciutto x reader #prosciutto smut #jjba x reader #jjba smut #yandere jjba #yandere prosciutto #writing #not sfw text #yandere for ts #dub con for ts #non con for ts #jojo postin

[britishsass]

Wei - MTaS Headcanons

I've seen basically nothing about this guy, so I feel like posting some headcanons about one of my favorite characters in My Time at Sandrock.

Wei has anger issues. (Or, rather, had-- He's gone to seminars and read multiple books about it, as he says when you compliment him on his personality.)

He can be absolutely terrifying if he's upset. (Have you seen what he says if you give him hated gifts? "Are you not afraid someone will put you in your place, going around acting like this?" according to the wiki, holy heck. Dude can be horrifying if you ever do get on his bad side, but he tries his best to make that hard)

He's tried to get away from Yan before. There were lots and lots of incidents with the two of them accidentally moving to the same town and ending up arguing over who moved first, until Wei just sort of... Gave up on trying to escape.

He's got major trust issues. (He mentions his own team was paid off to abandon him in the Periphs, his partner Esmerelda left him because of Yan, etc.)

He liked his dad better. (He mentions how his father tried his best with teaching them, while Yan mentions his mother when sand drawing)

Wei's love of weapons is partially from his time spent in the Periphs, though he enjoyed a nice spar beforehand as well. (He used to win every Showdown at High Noon. He stopped competing after a while because he thought it ruined the fun for others.)

Wei and Yan lived in Portia when they were younger, though most of the Portian residents don't remember them. However, Presley, Higgins probably do, though Higgins was young when he met them and wasn't a fan of either.)

He loves relics, and used to have a nice collection of his own! However, during his stint of being presumed dead, Yan sold all of them.

He has chronic headaches and backaches, though he usually works through them. Fang, Owen, and maybe Mi-an are the only ones he's ever told that to-- mostly because he never thought it was important to mention.

Wei's closest friends in Sandrock are Owen and... yeah, it's just Owen for a long time. Though he appreciates Mi-an and the builder, he's most likely to go to Owen if he needs someone to just talk to.

He doesn't celebrate his birthday. Throughout his life, it was a day of arguing with Yan, so he just. Doesn't care about it being his birthday anymore. It's another day, and if someone celebrates it with him, bully to them! But he's happy to just have a normal day.

He'd like a very normal life already, please, just give him a normal life without Yan ever coming up again.

He loathes it when people call him President, Yan, or anything even vaguely about that.

He doesn't really agree with the Church of the Light (Too interested in relics and the like) but he does understand them.

Feel free to add more if you have any headcanons! I'd love to hear.

#my time at sandrock #mtas #wei mtas #mtas wei #wei my time at sandrock #my time at sandrock wei #mtas headcanons #my time at sandrock headcanons #the owl posts #the owl writes #mtas spoilers #my time at sandrock spoilers

[heretyc]

relationships w/ outlast characters would include... [+ collages]

It was my birthday on the 8th of February, so I thought I'd create a present for myself and everyone else <3 It's late af though lol my bad. Some Outlast antagonists are involved, they are their own warning. :)

— ❝I hope to arrive in death late, in love, and a little drunk.❞ — Atticus

(★)——————————————Miles——————————————(★) — Jokes, sarcasm, and giggles are more than common in your relationship.

— Him always having your back, and vice versa.

— More than qualified to rescue you from anywhere. Especially asylums.

— Sharing cigarettes.

— Not being afraid to fight for you.

— The kind of guy to always lift your spirits.

— Wouldn't feel complete if you weren't at his side.

— Always having a lighter on hand.

— Being a little afraid when he becomes the new Walrider, only to laugh at him constantly falling through the walls.

— Not caring about the strange looks you both receive while coated in blood.

— Making fun of Chris together. [Sorry, Chris :(]

— Having to save him at some point. Mostly from Trager.

— With his consent, making finger jokes.

— Being the one to give people the middle finger, since Miles can't do it anymore.

— Making jokes about Trager's death, and Miles laughing at all of them.

— Finding batteries for him, which he's always thankful for.

— Giving each other funny nicknames, and using humorous pet names for each other.

— Walking home from the asylum, because Waylon took the jeep, and Miles insisted on "floating" you home.

— Spraypainting government buildings late at night. Cause fuck the police.

— Him giving you his coat if you're cold.

— Purposefully calling paranormal investigators over to your apartment just to freak them out as Miles falls through the floor, makes eerie noises, microwaves some hot pockets...the whole shebang.

— Partners in crime.

— He's the big spoon. But he's not opposed to switching it up.

— Your rock whenever you're feeling under the weather.

— You do everything together.

— The funniest gifts on your birthday, Valentine's day, and other holidays you two celebrate. They're also quite heartfelt.

"...Are these...?"

"Dick balloons. Yes. Happy birthday!"

"...Why, Miles?"

— ❝Hold me in your arms, even if I am fragile, like a dream.❞ — Alexandra Vasiliu | this is based in an AU where he didn't meet Lisa <3 I wouldn't dare ruin their relationship. Nu uh

(★)——————————————Waylon—————————————(★)

— Defying all odds to make sure you're safe.

— Doing whatever it takes to save you from the horrors of the asylum, whether you're in it, or stuck at home, wondering what he's doing. You can't know what happened here. The angels don't need to know what rots in hell.

— Never informing you about Eddie.

— You are his motivation to stay alive.

— Being there for him when he releases the footage of Murkoff asylum, and him keeping you far away from anything related to it so you're not targeted.

— Softspoken pet names and compliments.

— Very delicate touches, he treats you like a flower.

— Handwritten notes.

— Singing competitions while on road trips.

— Sharing snacks.

— Trusting you with his laptop.

"What do you need my laptop for, exactly?" "Cute puppy vids." "...Understandable, have fun!"

— Being thankful towards Miles for allowing Waylon to escape in his jeep. Albeit you don't know it's Miles, all Waylon said was "a man surrounded by shadows". Still...

— Reading together.

— An absolute sweetheart when you're feeling down.

— Really corny, yet sweet jokes.

— Being there for him when he experiences flashbacks of Murkoff.

— Eternally cursing Jeremy Blaire.

— Helping him with his injured leg after he comes home.

— Burning the Murkoff uniform he wore; your head leaning on his shoulder, and an arm of his around your midsection as the uniform becomes ash, and intertwines with the dirt below.

— Horror movie nights. [Nothing involving asylums, though.]

— Putting lovey dovey notes on his laptop. He chuckes every time he sees them.

❝Life is just a little more alive after the first few drinks.❞ — Atticus

(★)——————————————Trager—————————————(★)

— Jokes are the core of your relationship.

— He loves nothing more than to trail his beloved scissors on your skin. A reminder of your mortality. He appreciates your trust...

— Definitely the type to keep your fingers on a necklace...if he takes them.

— He's...softer with you. Quick snips of the scissors, some bandages, a pat on the back as you puke into the sink...listen, he's trying to teach you a very important lesson. You're lucky, as the last guy had his tongue taken out...yeesh.

— Post-engine? Talks trash about Jeremy with you. He hates that guy. Pre-engine, however? Drags you everywhere with him, treating you like arm candy.

— Sharing his alcohol only with Jeremy and with you.

— He's charming, making anyone feel intrigued by his honeyed words, however he's got his eyes set on one person and one person alone. You know who I'm talking about. [The scissors....no, just kidding.]

— Showing off his "stamp licker". It's a tongue. It's...literally just a tongue on a metal spike. His goofy grin makes its introduction better.

— The best medical care! Albeit his solution to a paper cut on the finger is just to...cut off the finger.

— Encouragement. Go, follow your dreams! Worst case scenario? He has to cut a bitch. There are winners and there are losers, and he much prefers it when you're the winner.

— Protection against the variants, as they're scared shitless of Trager and his... neutering.

— Having to trim his nails if you're fond of sex.

— Having the scissors included somewhere in sex. Dear god, he's attached to those.

— Hearing his words of wisdom as another poor victim of his screams in the background.

"You must rob Paul to pay Peter, that's the way life is right now." [HORRIFIED YELLING] "...Anyways,"

— Trying on his goggles. They're extremely helpful if you lose something small. No, do not point them at his groin. He will not laugh.

— Honesty. He's honest when the time calls for it.

— Being called buddy. All the time.

— He's...decent, when it comes to cheering you up. He'll use some of his wisdom to aid you, and some jokes. He's not too fond of heart-to-heart conversations. He does, however, encourage you to project your anger onto some of his victims. He'll happily lend you his scissors and supervise to make sure you're not going overboard.

— Walks in the mountain air when he isn't busy. Go on, run free!

❝I think it's beautiful, the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.❞ — Atticus

(★)———————————————Eddie—————————————(★)

— Moments of romance, where you both dance to music, and pretend that bloodshed doesn't surround you like the night sky surrounds the open fields.

— Protection. Not just by him, but by Dennis, too. No one goes near the basement if they know what's good for them.

— He likes to hum while he works...

— Being the apple of his eye.

— Calming him down during his fits of anger.

— Reassuring him that you won't leave him.

— Bear hugs.

— Custom outfits.

— Children...if that's your gig. If not, he's...okay with it. Somehow.

— Educating him on modern things.

— Lots of physical touches.

— Patching up his facial wounds.

— Having a knife at your side; he worries about your safety.

— Having to wash the blood stains out of his clothes...

— Marriage within 5 minutes of meeting.

— Consummation... ;)

— Him cheering you up whenever you're upset. He's excellent when it comes to wiping away your tears and letting you vent.

"Life is terribly dreadful sometimes, isn't it, darling?" "Yes..."

"Tell me, what made you so upset?"

"I saw a squirrel fall out of its tree. :(" "...Oh. Oh dear."

— He doesn't cut you up into little tiny pieces...you're able to talk him out of it. Congratulations.

— Politely informing him that calling you a "whore" or "slut" isn't nice.

— Kindly escorting Waylon away from Eddie as he calls Waylon a "dirty slut." You have to assure him that it happens quite a lot down here. You make sure he gets out alive and untouched by your violent himbo of a husband.

— Having him be your biggest supporter, and vice versa.

— Changing the lyrics to "I Want a Girl" to include you.

— ❝Haters are birds with clipped wings hopping around a cage, telling the world that the sky isn't that great anyways.❞ — Atticus

Out of all of the collages I've made...Jeremy's is my favourite. That's new. Usually it's Vals lol.

(★)——————————————Jeremy—————————————(★)

— He's a violent fella with rich tastes...you're lucky if you've captured his eye, to be honest.

— Having no problems spending money on you. He has more than enough.

— Being his arm candy.

— Dealing with potential douchiness and a superiority complex.

— Being friends with Trager, albeit Jeremy does come to your defense if Richard gets a little...forceful. You may or may not be glad Jeremy tossed him aside and let him be used as a project.

— Having constant protection from guards if you're ever inside in the asylum.

— Having a reputation...good or bad. Your decision.

— Being escorted out as soon as the asylum goes into lockdown.

— Laughing at Waylon's attempt to reach Miles using a, in Jeremy's words, "onion router". [Assuming you don't like him...in which case, don't tell Lisa...lol yikes]

— Being despised by the workers of the asylum after the breakout.

— Having to watch Walrider...uhh...tear his cheeks. In the bad way. Not fun. Do not recommend watching it.

— Dealing with his greediness.

—Having to swear to keep Murkoff's experiments a secret. He gets angry if you mention them outside of Murkoff or somewhere safe.

— Having the best security in the world. Jeremy boasts about it constantly.

— Pauline jokingly informing you about Jeremy's attempt at picking her up. He wasn't happy.

— Drinking martinis...he's obsessed with them.

"Come on, try it. Best damn drink I've had."

"...It tastes terrible, Jer."

"Not my fault you have horrid tastes."

— Being just a liiiiiittle horrified by the "miscarriage" mentions in his emails...

— ❝Love could be labeled poison, and we'd drink it anyways.❞ — Atticus

[Excitedly rubs hands together]

(★)———————————————Val—————————————(★)

— Having a very, very horny and feral cultist at your side. All the time.

...Okay, not THAT feral. But in bed...no better word can describe them lol

— Having a nurse, a protector, and a lover all in one. Temple Gate is full of corpses, broken bottles, angry New Testament cultists...you're glad to have them around is what I'm saying.

— Visiting them in the mountains. You intended to visit for a quick minute...that "quick minute" turned into an orgy and staying there for a couple of days. 🤭

— Waving to the Heretics whenever you see them. They make loud noises back. Does "GAHAHSGSHAH!" mean "hello" in Heretic? Probably. They're not threatening toward you, so it's likely.

— Handmade circlets made of sticks and [dead] flowers.

— Lots of physical touches.

— Having a huge plot of land to explore. No one from the New Testament is dumb enough to walk in or around the mines. Come on...there are dead people on trees. Everywhere. Not exactly inviting. Plug your nose the next time you go for a walk...

— Them laughing at you coated in "blood". Blood rain is...suspiciously common where they live.

— Them insisting that you stay with them, that you're not safe when you're not within the confines of their home. You need to look for your friends, to their displeasure, but they'll continue asking.

— Walking into the mines to see them with an open medkit, as every time you visit them, you always have an injury. A cut, a bruise, whatever.

— Having them decorate your nude body with mud before an orgy. They help you with your face. They are...oddly gentle.

— Them giving you one of their rosaries to remind you of them. Also, as a way to mark you.

— Often playing games of cat and mouse throughout the mines and the surrounding area. Instead of death when being found, you...yeah. You get the point.

— Them carving you a knife made out of bone, so you can protect yourself.

— It's rare, but jealousy. No one is exactly flirting with you; the Scalled are busy...suffering, the members of The New Testament are hiding from Marta, and the Heretics are the Heretics. But there is the occasional cult member who gets a little "friendly" with you as a result of Knoth's teachings, or the extremely rare outsider who wants a friendly chat.

"...Did you seriously just kill Mark, Val?" "Mhmmmmh."

"All he did was offer me extra bandages??" "...And?"

— Getting your own cassock to match theirs.

— Slow and sweet waltzes in the forest at night.

#outlast #outlast headcanons #eddie gluskin #val #richard trager #jeremy blaire #miles upshur #waylon park #i like making collages what can i say #trying to repair my liking for outlast #and my writing

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 38

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

Note: Part 38 does not contain any smut.

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The night that Rowan left was simultaneously one of the longest and shortest nights of your life. Sitting there, before the moonlight, you felt the frost begin to solidify around your heart. 

Rowan, my sunfire spirit, you were right to leave, but I can’t stand how much I miss you already. How can I reckon with the fact that I hurt you, used you, betrayed you? I hate myself for hurting you. You’re my heart. You always have been, and you always will be. 

Remus, my fellow moon-born soul… Loving you is like standing in the rain. Effortless, but melancholy. I can’t help the fact that you’re a runaway part of my soul. Even if you ruin me in your kind, gentle ways, you’re my soul, and I’ve got to let you be. I’ve got to keep you as whole as I can, no matter how you feel about me.

The Fox, hearing all of your thoughts, whispered, Oh, little one, how miserable you are. You’ve lost to the hollow in your heart. We’ve reached my nine hundredth birthday, after all. 

Happy Birthday.

No. Don’t you realize - ?

I do realize. Are you allowed to tell me what will happen to me?

You will no longer exist.

Yes. But how will I go? 

The Fox blinked at you.  Her still-eight tails flickered behind her uneasily. But then, trailing after the eighth tail, the ghostly shape of a ninth tail was beginning to appear. I wonder, as a human with no understanding of the after-realm, how can you speak of your own death so easily?

It’s not easy. But Mum’s okay now. My little brother has always been fine without me. Rowan has his family and his creatures. Remus has Sirius and Tonks. And after all, I found you – my Nine-Tailed Fox. Yes, I dreamt of you and then I found you. What more could I ask for?

But I’m to take your life… 

I know. You let out a long, shuddering breath. All of those days and nights I spent at Hogwarts, staring out that window, dreaming about seeing the Nine-Tailed Fox and wondering about how my life would begin. Now, I’m still staring out a window, all alone, but my dream about the Nine-Tailed Fox is over and I’m wondering how my life will end. Is this happiness or is this darkness?

Child, you’re lost, the Fox murmured mournfully. You’re irredeemably lost. 

I’ve been this way my whole life. You fell quiet for a moment, before you said, in your mind, I’ve been thinking, when Tristan passed away…

Yes?

When Tristan passed away, he was able to do so on his own terms. You said that yourself.

Yes, that’s true. 

Can’t I do the same?

What do you mean?

Instead of just thinking of death as a passive thing, can’t I make a deal with you?

That’s an interesting thought. The Fox pondered your words. I don’t see why not. After all, I am allowed to give energy in exchange for energy. And through you, I will be receiving my greatest burst of energy of all – my ninth tail. I will become infinitely stronger. Actually, I will become immortal at the moment my ninth tail appears. However, how could I grant your wish, when you will no longer exist? There cannot be ‘your’ wish, if you do not exist, and you will not survive, as I have warned you many times. 

It’s not for myself that I want to have a wish, you explained. It’s for someone who will survive, even when I’m gone.

Who? The Fox’s eyes widened. Don’t tell me it’s - 

Remus Lupin. 

The Fox sighed. She folded her paws neatly, one on top of the other, as she warned you, But his wish has to be your wish, too, little one. Are you sure you know what his wish is?

Yes, of course I do. To no longer be a werewolf.

This was the bargain you struck with the Fox.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When morning came, you found your way up to the attic to receive some sunlight and warmth, but also because, in your heart of hearts, you somehow knew that Remus would find you up there.

We always have the same hiding spaces, you thought nostalgically. It hadn’t been enough to bring you together in this lifetime, but you prayed that it would be enough to bring you together for this one, last important moment. 

Sure enough, Remus showed up. He entered cautiously, asking, “Is it all right that I’m here, with you?” 

You nodded in reply, even though it hurt to move by that point because you were so cold. Your joints protested against any movement and every heartbeat felt slow and painful. Still, you were happy when Remus came beside you. You were able to have your moment to stare up at the faraway sun, even as it felt so far away now that it no longer provided any warmth, for the frost had completely captured your heart. 

You could feel Remus’ gentle, careful gaze at you. He was watching over you, as he always did. 

He remarked quietly, “Your hair’s back to blue, I see.”

“Hm? Oh. I s’pse it is.”

You remembered what the Nine-Tailed Fox had once told you about her true appearance and how, before, the woman that appeared with the long, silver hair and blood-red lips was actually the appearance of the succubus and how the Nine-Tailed Fox’s nymph form was actually far more delicate and playful, with blue hair and thin features, not unlike your usual appearance.

She’s so like me that even though I’m turning into her, I simply look like myself, you realized. But that blue hair isn’t actually mine. I never dyed my hair back. It’s the Nine-Tailed Fox’s nymph form. She’s finally taking over me, once and for all. 

Inside of your soul, you felt the Fox growl and begin to stretch her limbs. Her power was calling to her. Your vision began to go white at the edges. You were finding it difficult to breathe. Knowing that your time was running out, you instructed Remus, “Wish for what it is that you want. Wish real hard, all right?”

You heard Remus ask, “What?”

“Close your eyes and think of what it is you want most,” you told him. “Please.”

Just then, you felt Artemis brush up against you. My worldly fox, you thought fondly. I’ll miss you. 

Artemis buried her head against you and you felt your wand in her mouth, poking into your stomach. Well, it’s yours to have now, little fox, you thought, smiling weakly even as you were trembling all over with cold and fear.

Remus tried to drape a blanket over you, but it was far too late to feel warmth. 

I’m going, you realized. Oh, Merlin, I’m - I’m… I’m terrified. Trying to be brave, you squeezed the foxtail keychain that Remus had returned to you tightly in your hand. You whispered to the Nine-Tailed Fox, I’ve got your tail, right here.

Child, it’s not the time to make jokes.

I know, but I can’t help it. I’m scared. Can you tell me where I’m going?

No, but I can tell you, child, that I’ll guide you to a peaceful place myself and make sure you sleep well for all of the years to come. 

You will?

Of course, my little one. Now, close your eyes. Your ship of winds awaits. 

Out loud, you murmured one last time to Remus, “Your wish, Rem. She’ll grant it for you,” while in your mind, you prayed fervently, Take care of Remus, please.

The Nine-Tailed Fox promised, His wish will come true. Then, she stood up and, drawing back her lordly head, she let out a powerful roar. 

The blast of power shattered the very sky above you and the heavens rained down upon you, snow and glass and pieces of broken dreams. But then, lo and behold, nonsensically, beyond the broken sky, there was a sea – a silver sea with dark waves, and ships in bottles riding the waves.

You heard a distant cry of “Lovely!” Only, it was too late for any earthly savior to reach you.

Instead, the Nine-Tailed Fox wrapped your bloodied, glass-cut body up in her full nine tails and the first thing that she did as a fully-fledged Nine-Tail Fox was to take you up to the heavens. She jumped from bottle to bottle until she found a steady ship for you. She began to use her magic to open the bottle when she paused – 

The Nine-Tailed Fox frowned. She felt her magic pulling in all different directions. Oh, child, she thought, I told you that you shouldn’t assume what others wished for. I have to let you go now. 

Well, the Fox thought to herself, I suppose we shall see each other again, someday. You already know where to look now. With that, she released you from her tails. You fell – away from the seas and back through the broken sky. 

The Fox closed her eyes. Well, then, come on, little fox. You’ve called to me so, your whole life. I’ll take you instead. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     * 

A world of mist – swirling ships. You kept calling out to them to take you, but none of them would stop.

“Wait! Please! I’m supposed to be onboard already!” you yelled, waving your hand at them.

Ignoring you, they kept passing by. 

Finally, you became so frustrated that you ran towards the end of the dock. Right as you got towards the end, a ship approached. You jumped as high as you could and yelled, “Here! Here! I’m supposed to be a passenger! Ple - !” 

Your cries cut off as your foot slipped. You tumbled from the pier. 

You gasped in shock as you fell into the dark, chrome-colored waves. Your gasp cost you, unfortunately, for you let escape the last bit of air you had in your body. You watched with wide, terrified eyes as the last bubble blossomed upwards in the water and floated away. 

Just before it reached the surface and popped, it turned into the moon. Oh, you thought, I can see the full moon, even from the bottom of the ocean. I never would have guessed that. You mused, a full moon… I wonder if Remus is all right. 

You brought your hands up and pressed them over your heart. I suppose it’s my time to… go now. I’ll leave the rest to you then. Happy Birthday, my Nine-Tailed Fox. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

One week later. 

“Moony. Oi, Moony, wake up.” 

Remus tiredly lifted his head. Sirius had come into the room, carrying a glass of water. Behind him, Tonks peered nervously at Remus. “You look terrible,” she remarked.  

Remus gave her a wan smile. “Thanks. You always let me know when I’m looking shabby.”

“Sorry,” Tonks said quickly.

“No, I appreciate it,” Remus replied, and he meant it. But then, he let out a long sigh. “There’s nothing I can do about it, though.” Gesturing at you, he murmured, “I won’t leave her side until she wakes.” 

Sirius handed Remus the glass of water. “I know you don’t want to leave her side, but you have to take care of yourself. Drink up.” 

Remus chugged the water. As he did, he reached out with his other hand to touch your wrist. “A steady pulse. But still asleep,” he murmured, staring at your sleeping face. 

Sirius gazed at you for a moment. “Remus, what the hell happened in there? In the attic.”

Remus shook his head back-and-forth, trying to make sense of his scrambled memories. “I don’t know. It’s difficult to explain. There was a gush of wind and the skylight suddenly shattered – or else, did the skylight shatter first? I can’t remember. It all happened so quickly.” 

“All right,” Sirius said. “Well, we can’t worry about it anymore. The full moon is tonight. Have you taken your potion?”

“Yes. I’ve already prepared the room for my transformation, too.” 

“Good. Dumbledore’s asked Pomfrey to come and check on the fox girl anyways, but while Pomfrey’s here, maybe we could ask her to treat you tomorrow morning.”

“I’m fine, Sirius. And I don’t care about my – I just – I need to know if she’s all right, if she’ll wake up again.” 

“I know it’s hard, Moony. But we’ve got to be patient.” 

Remus let out a short, harried sigh. “Where’s Scamander? We should tell him, if someone hasn’t already.”

Tonks blinked uncertainly. “Remus, didn’t you know? Scamander’s gone.”

“What?” 

“He left a note for Dumbledore and Moody, explaining that he’s dissolving his allyship with the Order. I believe he left last night.” 

“He left?” Remus said, surprised. “But I thought they had just gotten engaged. Why would he leave…? Wait, you don’t think his leaving her is what put her in this state?” 

“I don’t know, Remus.” Tonks nodded at you. “I reckon she’s the only one who can really tell us what happened to her. And for that to happen, she needs to wake up first.”

“Yes.” Remus, who was now holding your hand in his, leaned forward and whispered to you, “Please wake up. Please.” 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Remus hadn’t left your side since he’d gained consciousness himself, but tonight, he had to, because it was the night of the full moon. Tonks made sure that he was comfortable and gave him a reassuring hug.

Once Tonks left, Remus locked the door from the inside. He sat on the floor and waited for the terrible transformation to begin.

Remus often wondered what the creator of the Wolfsbane Potion had been thinking when he created the potion. Truly, it spares us werewolves from being the beasts we are, Remus thought. But I wonder if the creator realized how nightmarish it is to feel yourself change physically and psychologically – not just into a different kind of human, which would be scary enough, but into a complete beast.

When the clock struck nine o’clock, Remus clenched his fists and waited for the transformation to begin. He waited for that tearing, aching, and burning pain to take over all of his bones and joints as his human body was torn to shreds and grotesquely rearranged and lengthened to form the animalistic figure of a beast. 

Just get through it, Remus told himself, as he did every full moon. But this time he added on, Just get through it, and get back to Lovely as fast as you can. 

Remus shut his eyes and waited… waited… waited…

When the clock struck ten o’clock, Remus’ eyes finally flew open. His eyes first looked at the clock and then searched the calendar pinned on the wall. Night time, ten o’clock, night of the full moon… 

Remus looked down at his hands. These are my hands… my human hands… He slowly opened them. Why aren’t I turning? He was too scared to move, scared that, for whatever illogical reason, his moving about would trigger his transformation.

Ten o’clock became eleven became midnight… Finally, it was three o’clock in the morning.

Heart thundering and joints aching from sitting in the same position for hours, Remus got up from the ground. He walked towards the mirror, more than a little afraid of what he might see as his reflection. 

When Remus looked into the glass, his mouth fell open. It’s… me. Just me. How come I’m not a wolf yet? He reached up and touched his own face, in total disbelief. What’s going on? How can this be? 

Your last, gentle whisper flashed through his mind: “Your wish, Rem. She’ll grant it for you.”

Remus’ brow furrowed. My wish? Who’ll grant it for me? The Nine-Tailed Fox? But in exchange for what? Mythical creatures don’t go around doing whatever humans wish. There must have been some trade going on – Remus suddenly inhaled sharply. Did Lovely trade a part of herself to save me?

Remus made to burst out of his room, to go to you, but he realized that it was still night time. He didn’t trust his own luck enough to wager your safety, even though he felt like his heart was going to burst from want of answers. He was so worried, utterly terrified, in fact, that you really had given something of yourself up to save him, when he felt that he didn’t deserve you, after all of the secrets he had kept from you… 

Remus paced furiously back-and-forth, waiting for the barest hint of sun to come up so he could go to you. Though, Lovely’s still asleep, he thought. She hasn’t woken up yet. Oh, God, what could she have done? What could she have traded for my humanity? Oh God, oh God, oh God… Please don’t let me be the reason she won’t wake up. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Three weeks later.

Rowan stepped into the mythical realm. A figure dressed in a pink cloak accompanied him, walking a little ways behind him. 

The figure dropped back her hood and she stared at the sky with bright eyes. “So, this is where all your creatures are,” Magdalene said. “When I stopped by to visit your parents, your father kept going on about how he missed them. I didn’t understand where they could have gone. But now, I know.”  

“Yeah,” Rowan said. “Just don’t ask me too many questions about this place.” He put two fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle.

Nula, the Zouwu, came bounding in from the mountains, clearing huge distances with only a few energetic leaps. Her beautiful tail made it look like a rainbow was bouncing across the mountains, towards Rowan and Magdalene. Frank, the Thunderbird, circled the sky a couple of times before descending gracefully before Magdalene. Sil, the Occamy came from a bough of silvery-white flowers in a nearby tree, slowly floating towards Rowan.

Magdalene immediately took several steps back. “That’s the thing that fit into my purse and scared the bejeezus out of me that one time, isn’t it?” 

Rowan smirked. “Well, yes, that would be him. Good ol’ Sil.”

Rowan took his time with each of them, patting them and speaking to them exactly how they liked to be greeted. Magdalene was quite wary of creatures herself, but she couldn’t help except smile when she saw how good Rowan was with them. Rowan hugged Sil and buried his face against his scales. “Missed you, Sil.” 

Sil hugged Rowan back with the end of his tail, squeezing him.

Rowan reached out with his other hand and petted Nula on her fantastical mane. Nula purred and for a moment, the huge Zouwu simply sounded like a tiny kitten.

Frank cocked his head at Rowan. Rowan slid out of Sil’s hug (with some difficulty) and came over to Frank. “Frank, how are you? My father misses you so, but I have to say, I think I missed you even more.”

Frank cawed softly in reply.

Rowan looked at all three of them. “I’ve a question to put to all of you, and I don’t reckon it’s an easy one. Would you like to stay here or go back with me? If you go back with me, you might not be able to come back here, to this mythical realm that you all love so much. But if you stay here – well, I’ll try to visit as often as I’m able, but I don’t know how often that’ll be. It might be never, if I’m honest.” 

Rowan tried not to show his emotions as he said, as calmly as he could, “But I know how much you all like it here. I don’t want to take you away from your new home, if that’s what this has become for you. So, I’ll leave it up to you.” He took out his pouch, opened it, and placed it on the ground. “Here. I’ll turn my back and count to one hundred, all right? If you’re by the pouch, I’ll take that as you wanting to go back with me. And if you’re not, we’ll – we’ll say good-bye for now. All right?” 

Rowan walked away and shut his eyes. “All right, here goes. One, two, three…”

Magdalene watched. She clasped her hands together and prayed. 

“Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two…”

“Rowan.”

Rowan paused. “What, Mag?”

“Turn around.”

“Huh?”

“I said, turn around!”

Rowan turned around. Frank, Sil, and Nula were all waiting patiently by the pouch. 

“Really? You all – You all want to come back home with me?” Rowan said, overwhelmed.

Sil seemed to give a sly wink, Nula let out the Zouwu equivalent of a happy giggle, and Frank poked his beak at the pouch as if to say, Well, come on, then. 

Rowan ran over to the pouch and opened the mouth of it as wide as he could. Frank swooped in first, followed by Nula, who bounded in, tails rattling happily as she dove in, and then Sil, who purposefully seemed to make himself just big enough that Rowan had to reach in and give him a little shove at the end.

Magdalene came over to him. “Thank Merlin,” she said. “I didn’t know how I was going to deal with you if they decided to stay.”

Rowan rolled his eyes at her. “Couldn’t just be nice, could you? Couldn’t just say ‘I’m happy for you’ and leave it at that?”

Magdalene grinned. “Well, I’m oh-so-happy for you, Scamander. There. Good enough?” 

“Let’s get out of here,” Rowan said. “I don’t fancy getting caught in another time skip.”

Rowan and Magdalene made for the entrance together, when suddenly, Rowan spotted two silvery figures bounding about, zigzagging here and there among the wintery meadows. He hesitated. “Wait. What is that?”

Nervous, Magdalene immediately stepped closer to Rowan. “Shouldn’t you know? I’m not the expert here.” 

Rowan peered closer at the two, lithely running figures jumping about. 

“Rowan? Hello? Can we get out of here, please? You said something about a time skip, and I do not want to get any older than I already am,” Magdalene said, poking at Rowan. “You’ve got your creatures, and I need to head back so I can live my twenties and thirties in full glamour, please.”

Rowan snorted. “You and your ‘full glamour.’ For Merlin’s sake. All right. Let’s get out of here.” 

But then, Rowan stopped. “Wait, there was one more thing I wanted to do.”

Magdalene sighed heavily. “What, Rowan? What more is there in this strange place - ? Oh.” She fell quiet when she saw Rowan pull Tristan’s old pocketwatch out of his pocket.

“I want Tristan to be remembered for eternity. He deserves the glory,” Rowan murmured quietly. “Someone like me – Well, I should be forgotten, I think. It’s not that I’m not trying, but I can’t make heads or tails of what I’m supposed to do with my life. But Tristan… Well, he was a smug bastard through and through, but he really got all the important things right.” 

Rowan knelt down and pointed his wand at the ground. “Accio.”

A flower burst out of the ground and a small hole opened up. Rowan placed the pocketwatch in the hole. He waved his wand again, and a small mound appeared before the flower, covering up the pocketwatch entirely.

Magdalene bowed her head before the small grave, paying her respects to Tristan. 

When Rowan got up, he said, in a small, heavy voice, “All right. Let’s leave.”

Magdalene put her hand on his broad shoulder. “You did good by him, Rowan, and you’re doing good by the world, I promise you. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

The two of them began to step out of the golden slit, to head back to the real world. 

“Thanks, Mag,” Rowan murmured, as he stepped through. 

Magdalene went after him, asking him eagerly, “Besides that, how did you do all that magic with just ‘Accio?’” 

As they landed back in the real world, Rowan replied, “It’s all about intentions. It’s easy, really. Although, I’ll tell you now, you can’t achieve that kind of magic if you’re striving for a ‘full glamour’ lifestyle.”

Magdalene thought hard about this. Finally, she asked, “Well, what about ‘partial glamour,’ huh? Could I get your type of magic then?”

Rowan shook his head and laughed at her. It was a small, soft laugh, but it was the first time he’d laughed in weeks. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Five weeks later.

It was the night of the second full moon since the Nine-Tailed Fox had disappeared and you had fallen into a coma. Remus had locked himself in his bedroom. Tonight, he hadn’t taken the Wolfsbane Potion. Sirius was with him tonight, in his Padfoot form.

Remus stared at Padfoot anxiously. Padfoot whined softly, trying to comfort Remus.

“D’you think we’ve fortified the room enough?” Remus asked. “I can’t – I can’t quite remember how vicious I get when I’m a full werewolf, but from what I remember from the Shrieking Shack, I could get very - ” he swallowed “ – very violent indeed.”

Padfoot barked and shook his head at Remus.  

Remus blinked slowly, feeling incredibly anxious. The last glow of the sunset began to fade from the horizon and the room went pitch-black.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

At dawn, both Remus and Sirius, in their human forms, stared at each other.

“Holy hell,” Sirius croaked out, “it’s true.”

“I didn’t transform at all?” Remus confirmed. His legs felt shaky.

“Not even a little bit. I was watching over you all night.” Sirius came over to Remus and grasped his arm. “You’re not a werewolf anymore, Moons.”

“I think it was Lovely,” Remus blurted out. “It had to have been her.”

At this, Sirius’ brow furrowed. He agreed with Remus that this had probably been your doing, but he could see how much it was tormenting Remus, to think that you had hurt yourself to save himself.

“Still,” Sirius pressed, “you’re not a werewolf anymore, Remus. This is – This is beyond huge. It’s going to change your life. The jobs you can get now, and your health will be much better – it’s the life you’ve always deserved, but now you can have it, Rem.”

“Yes,” Remus said, and his voice trembled with what all of this meant, “you’re right. But think about it, Padfoot, what if, in order to save me, she gave up her life - ?” He cut off suddenly and buried his head in his hands.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Six weeks later.

Sirius sighed. “Moony, you’ve got to stop beating yourself up. If she did choose to save you, it was her choice.”

Remus was back at your bedside. He looked even more haggard than before. Ironically, he looked more wolfish now, when he was fully human, than he ever had when he was a werewolf. His eyes were red, his lips were cracked, and his cheekbones were too dramatic, as his face had become gaunt with anxiety over the past week. He was in abject misery, thinking that you might have put yourself in this state for his sake. 

Wake up, he begged, wake up, wake up. Tell me how to give back to you what you gave me. Tell me how to save you. I can’t take this – I can’t, can’t, can’t. Please wake up! 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Seven weeks later.

Knock, knock. 

“Who’s there?” Tina opened the door, only to see her son standing on the doorstep. “Rowan?”

Rowan held up his pouch. “I’ve brought everyone back.”

“Oh!” Tina smiled in relief. “Well done. Come inside. Your father will want to see for himself, of course.” 

“Right.” 

Just then, another voice rang out, “Who is that, Tina?” And a second later, Queenie appeared.

Rowan smiled bravely at his aunt. “Hi, Aunt Queenie.”

But as soon as she read his mind, Queenie’s eyes went wide. “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

“What - ?” Tina began asking, but Rowan had already burst into tears and Queenie had rushed forward to hug her nephew tightly in her arms.

“You even - You even warned me about it,” Rowan said, speaking past his tears. “That day, when I made to chase after her, you grabbed me and stopped me at the doorway. You told me that - that, when you read our minds, you saw that I cared more for her than she did for me.” 

“Yes, but she could have loved you even more,” Queenie said lovingly. “It truly could have been something more. I saw that in both of your minds. And honey, it’s not your fault that she didn’t.”

“It is my fault,” Rowan murmured. “I wasn’t all that I could be for her.”

Queenie gazed at her nephew warmly. “Love, you were all you could be for her. You were all anyone could ever be for anyone. It’s just that it didn’t work out. That’s all.”

Rowan, feeling rather embarrassed with his outburst, made to wipe away his tears and get up, but Queenie hugged him even harder. She saw all of his unspoken worries in his head: the misery from your rejection and the hurt from the realization that you preferred someone else, the grief from Tristan’s passing and the regret that he hadn’t ever gotten the chance to tell Tristan how much he loved him, the empathetic and sympathetic hurt and utter worry he felt about Cas and Susana after Tristan’s death, the guilt he still felt over what had happened to Magdalene, and the lack of confidence he felt about his career now and the accompanying discomfort he still felt before his parents.

Queenie let out a long breath, as she took in everything he was thinking. “Don’t think too hard on it, Rowan. I know you act all brave, but you’ve got a terrible way of overthinking everything. I see it in your mind, you know. But don’t do that now. Don’t beat yourself up. You did good, honey. You did real good.”

Rowan closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop from sobbing again. Meanwhile, Tina had quietly sat down besides the two of them and she’d put her hand on Rowan’s shoulder.

Queenie rubbed Rowan’s back as she continued to whisper, in a comforting voice, “And coming home to us, too - you did good with that. Now you just sit here with me and your ma, and you close your eyes and rest, honey. I know how tired you are.”

“Tired?” Rowan murmured. He hadn’t even considered that he was tired. No, he’d been so busy trying to fix his life and be the perfect person before everyone that he hadn’t even thought about how he’d felt. “How can I be tired? When I couldn’t do anything right…”

Queenie shook her head. “You’re all tired, honey. From carrying the weight of everything.” 

Rowan finally gave in, as he acknowledged, for the first time in years, how tired he really was. He leaned in against his aunt and, with his other hand, he reached up and took his mother’s hand.

A pale evening sun filtered through the heavy clouds and roamed the dark grounds until it cast a gentle spotlight on Rowan. Rowan let out a long breath. I’ve spent my whole life trying to pretend that this wasn’t my home, Rowan thought tiredly. But maybe it’s okay to say that it is. Just for a short time, while I rest…

For a moment, all was warm and quiet in Rowan’s world. But then, there was a loud squeal from inside the house. A split second later, Rowan heard his father cry out loudly, “Nifflers loose! Jacob, you grab Nick; I’ll grab Teddy! Go, go, go!” 

Running on all four paws, Nick came scurrying onto the front porch. Sniffing furiously, he made his way right up to Rowan’s shoulder. Then, with a happy gasp of recognition, Nick nuzzled his little head rather excitedly against Rowan’s cheek.

Back in the house somewhere, Jacob could be heard yelling, “Where is he? Where’d the little rascal go? Nick!”

Hearing his own name, Nick’s ears perked up. Then, Nick pawed at Rowan’s collar until there was enough room for him to tuck himself away between Rowan’s shirt and neck.

Rowan let out a soft, tired chuckle. Yeah, this is home, all right. Thanks, Nick, for the welcome. I’ve missed you, too.  

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Two months later.

“You’ll become a statue soon, Remus,” Tonks remarked, as she took a seat beside him next to your bed. “Like the famous Muggle statue of the thinker. You’ll look just like him. And all these masses of Muggle children will crowd around you and go, ‘Look, look!’ Are you up for that? ‘Cause if not, I think you should straighten out your posture.”

“Mm,” Remus said, noncommittally.

Tonks stared wistfully at him for a moment. These past few weeks had been quite difficult for her, as she had quietly had to make her own peace with the realization that Remus might be in love with you. But Tonks, being Tonks, pushed aside her own heart for the moment as she tried to reassure Remus. “Madam Pomfrey said that she was fine. Her physical condition is stable. Her body temperature’s a little low, but not worryingly so.”

“Yeah,” Sirius agreed, as he strode into the room. “We’re just waiting for her to wake up. That’s all. So, ease up on the anxiety, will you?”

Remus simply sat there, still watching over you. He wanted to believe in Sirius and Tonks and he was grateful for their support, but he felt it was too important to merely “hope.” He had to know that you were going to be okay and he had to hear, from your own mouth, that you hadn’t done something abysmally foolish for him. After all, it had been two whole months of this agony and you still hadn’t woken up.

The three of them lapsed into silence, with Sirius and Tonks giving each other worried looks. 

After another ten minutes had gone by, Sirius got up. He beckoned to Tonks to come with him. The two of them exited the room together.

Once they were out in the hallway, Sirius asked, in a low voice, “Did you send your Patronus to Scamander?”

Tonks nodded. ‘Yes, but my Patronus is still out there somewhere. I can feel it.”

“What does that mean?” Sirius wondered. “Is your Patronus unable to find him?”

“Yes, exactly. I don’t know where Scamander could have gone, but it seems he’s not reachable right now,” Tonks explained. “This happens when someone wants to go into hiding or else if they go into a place that has spells to prevent the place from being tracked or entered into without explicit permission. Like Grimmauld Place.”

“Damn,” Sirius murmured, “I was hoping he could at least give us some information on how to take care of fox girl in there.”

Just then, Sirius and Tonks heard a conversation ring out from the main hallway.

“Professor Snape!” Molly cried out, surprised. “What are you doing here at this time of day?”

Snape’s wry voice floated out, “I heard from Madam Pomfrey that you are housing a stupid, sickly fox girl here.”

“Er, well, I wouldn’t quite put it that way,” Molly replied. “But yes, she’s here. She’s unconscious, though. She won’t wake up.” 

“I know,” Severus replied shortly. “I’ve come to wake her up.” 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The chrome-colored sea – like a sea of mercury and silver – had frozen over entirely. You were now encased at the bottom of the sea. You remained curled up on the sea floor, not unlike a seashell, with your hands clasped to your chest and your eyes closed.

No ships passed above you, and there were no clouds here. Every so often, a star would fall from the sky and burn its way down to the lower levels of the ice sea, but never far enough to reach you and warm you.

Sometimes, you thought you could hear the faraway sun crying out in pain and your frozen heart ache and your hands itched to be able to move, to be able to curl around the sun and hold it as it worked through its painful rebirth; other times, you thought that you could feel the watchful gaze of the moon and its careful, but constant pull on you.

So it was, that in this universe, the sun, the moon and the stars were the only things that gave you any sense of time passing. The sea itself did not move. Instead, the silent, silver sea, absent of waves, was slowly transforming from water to ice to mist. When the entire sea turned to mist, you knew you would enter Hades’ world. Right now, you weren’t breathing at all, for you were frozen, but the second you unfroze, you would pass on from this universe. In that way, your first breath would be your last. Like Tristan, you realized that this was what it meant to be bound by fate – you had to choose to take the last breath and accept all the paradoxes of this universe with a quiet, unhindered grace.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Severus was concocting a potion in your room. Remus nervously hovered around him, and then you, and then back to him.

Fed up, Severus hissed, “If you would sit down, Lupin!” 

Remus sat. But, unable to help himself, he asked, “What are you making, Severus?” 

“It’s rather complicated to explain,” Severus said, “especially to you.”

“Oi,” Sirius replied at once, “there’s no need to be rude. You just do your job and get the hell out of here, Snivellus.” 

Severus sneered unpleasantly at Sirius. “I’m trying, but you lot keep interrupting me.”

“Well, it is true that I was rather abysmal at Potions, so I probably wouldn’t understand even if you did explain it to me,” Remus muttered. “Still, I’d like to know what you’re doing.” 

“Shut up,” Severus said thinly, ignoring Remus altogether. “It’s not my fault all of you are imbeciles. If you’d paid any attention at all in Potions, you’d know what I was doing just from looking at me.” 

Severus nearly spat out, “Ten points from Gryffindor,” as was his habit after having to deal with a stupid question from a Gryffindor student, but he just managed to bite his cheek and hold his irrelevant remark in.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Everyone waited with bated breath as Severus carefully tipped the potion into your mouth. As he did, he muttered, “That damned Fox is far more trouble than she’s worth.” 

Severus gently pressed your mouth shut. Fortunately, you swallowed the potion. He took his hand away and waited.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, your hands twitched. You began to tremble slightly and you started to breathe faster – Remus made to reach for you, but Severus stopped him. 

“Get back, all of you!” Severus ordered.

Everyone except Severus hurriedly piled to the far side of the room. 

You seemed to be struggling with something, almost as if you were fighting a weight on your chest. You scratched at the air in front of you for a moment, nearly scratching Severus’ face. Severus grabbed you by your wrists and pinned you back down on the bed.

“Come on,” he growled. “Pull yourself together. Fight back, and regain ownership of your soul!”

You suddenly let out a loud, startling cry and wrenching your arms away from Severus, you desperately threw your arms over your head.

Remus swallowed hard. He was scared and overcome with worry about you. Tonks took his hand and squeezed it hard.

“Don’t cower!” Severus shouted at you. “Fight back! Get up!”

You started to breathe far too quickly. Remus made to rush forward, but Sirius grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. “Wait! Wait, Remus,” Sirius breathed out harshly. “I think she’s waking up.”

Remus, being held back by both Sirius and Tonks, stared at you with wide eyes. He could barely register his own existence, for he was so desperately praying for yours. Come on, Lovely, he urged, wake up. Wake up, my love. You’ve got to be all right.

Suddenly, you fell back onto the bed. Severus watched you warily. You were still breathing harshly, but no longer thrashing about. Instead, you lifted your hand and stretched it towards the ceiling, towards the sky…

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

There you remained, at the bottom of this frozen, mythical sea, trying to practice this grace of accepting one’s fate, which you had never exerted in your living life. Let go, you told yourself, and hold it all at once. Love everything you’ve ever received, but with no expectation. Understand everything you’ve ever experienced, but with no judgment.

Clink.

You hesitated. A… sound? Did I just hear a sound?

In this muted world of ice, that sharp, cracking sound was distinct.

Clink, clink, clink – crack! The ice was breaking!

A tiny fracture was making its way through the levels of the ice, gaining speed as it went.

Your heart leapt in shock. What? No. It isn’t fated for me to escape. I made a deal with the Nine-Tailed Fox. I’m supposed to go to Hades’ world. That was the bargain.

However, the crack in the ice was growing, growing, growing – and headed straight for you!

You were terrified. You didn’t know what to do! Clearly, this was freedom right before your eyes – an escape, rather than an end. And yet, you didn’t want to betray the Nine-Tailed Fox, and you wanted to make sure that Remus would be saved from his werewolf condition.

As the ice ocean split, literally, in half, a loud roar rang out, so loud it sent your heart thrumming, and a huge peal of blue lighting crashed down from the sky and struck the ocean where the fracture was occurring.

CRACK!

The ocean was cleaved perfectly in two, and split right where you were. You gasped. Your eyes flew open. For you knew that roar and you recognized that lighting – it was the Nine-Tailed Fox.

Is she giving me permission to escape? But why?

Having been frozen for so long, you flailed about like a newborn child for a long moment before you were able to gain enough control of yourself to sit up. You took a breath, half expecting the world to suddenly crash into darkness, but it didn’t. No, the world before you remained the same. It was a desolate, empty world, with no sun.

You slowly got to your feet. The two halves of the ocean lay on either side of you, sparkling dimly in the ghostly moonlight.

Just then, it began to rain – a dark, heavy, and chaotic rain. The ocean quickly began to melt around you. You stared uncertainly up into the sky. Then, all at once, the water began to swell. Too late, you looked up, only to see a massive, dark-colored wave rising well above your head. You opened your mouth to scream and you threw your hands above your head –

You didn’t even realize that you were screaming, “SHIP! SHIP! SHIP!” But it was too late, for there was no ship for you – there never had been.

Voices were spilling out from among the clouds: amidst the thunder and rain, there bellowed a wolf’s terrific howl, a bat’s loud screech, a dog’s rough bark, a lion’s ferocious roar, a fox’s bell-like laugh, and another fox’s ancient, lightning-like growl. It all became so loud, as if a piano had come crashing down from the heavens and was madly playing all of these haunted sounds at once on its thundering, out-of-tune keys.

But then – the wave came crashing down – you opened your mouth to scream, only it was too late.  All became a white, spinning vortex of bubbles – Bubbles? Bubbles! Air! Life! Breathe! Up there, I can breathe again!

In one last desperate, instinctive attempt, you reached up towards the ocean’s surface with a shivering, pale, clammy hand… towards a pale moon…

Reach!

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

A loud gasp escaped you. Your eyes flew open. You were finally awake.

#foxtail and wolfsbane #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter imagine #marauders era #marauders #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #rowan scamander

[alby-rei]

Warmth in Your Hands, Warmth in My Heart (Marius x Reader)

Happy birthday (June 6) to the cutest @kamesama​​ !! Thank you for being my adorable friendo and for all the talks and rambles and imagines that we bounce back and forth ❤❤ Nothing brightens my day quite like a notification of a series of reels on IG to see that were especially selected by kame herself!! Congratulations on escaping high school at last, and I wish you’ll continue to discover more things that you will love, enjoy, and help you grow into the life of your dreams 🥰 I hope you have a wonderful day and year ahead!!  

(Also, using your request prompt from way back when cuz it’s about time!!!)

Wordless “I Love You” Prompt #48: Getting them a coffee just the way they like it. ☕

[Characters]: You, Marius

[Tags]: Coffee shop AU, fluff, pre-relationship

~*~

You sat at your usual spot in your favorite coffee shop. Whenever home felt too stifling, you’d come here with laptop and book in hand. As you waited for your coffee, you got straight to studying for your upcoming exams.

Meanwhile, Marius stood hunched over the countertop with a troubled expression. The cappuccino in front of him stared back mockingly at his predicament. Ever since your first arrival, he wished to get to know you, but he didn’t know how to get your attention. Today, however, he would take the leap of faith and try to talk to you, and what better way to grab your attention than by impressing you with some coffee art skills. He watched videos and practiced at home with varying levels of success. Now that you’re here, there was no room for error.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully tilted the mug forward and poured the milk in swirls and dots, just like the videos explained.

“Yes! I did it!”

Dropping the pitcher back on the counter, he couldn’t help celebrating out loud, attracting the stares of his coworker…as well as every customer in the café. Covering his face, he muttered an apology and hurried to clean his station. He marched excitedly to your booth, placing the mug beside your work.  

“One cappuccino for the miss, and surely not the last.” He predicted based on your recent habits.

“Thank you.” You smiled back at him.

He lingered in wait for your reaction. The alluring aroma of the coffee called for you, heightened by the fact that Marius was skilled in brewing it just the way you liked it. You took your first sip, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

“Oh no, missy!”

“Huh?! What’s wrong?”

It was a miracle that his outburst didn’t make you drop your mug.

“I…I wanted to surprise you, but you didn’t notice the latte art I made for you…” He pouted and wiggled with disappointment at how his hard work was ignored.

“I’m sorry! What was it?” You implored.

“Hmph, I’m not telling. That ruins the fun.” He looked away while his face grew warmer.

“Then…I’ll order another one!”

His eyes widened; his hope reignited.

“Coming right up!” He skipped back to his station, completely neglecting the fact that you hadn’t even finished your first cup.

Sure enough, he made you another cappuccino, which depicted a turtle with an strikingly detailed shell design and a small bee hovering above it.

“Wow, that’s impressive!”

His chest swelled with pride and joy, giving him enough confidence to continue the conversation from there. As business was light that day, he kept you company, completely shattering any hopes of studying for the rest of your stay. But you may have gained something infinitely more valuable.

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #marius x reader #happy birthday Kames!!! #☕☕☕

[richie-trashmouth-toizer]

So I want to write some fan fiction, and that can include any characters/ships. I’m just letting you know that if you use this to send in a prompt I will get it written as soon as possible. This is just a thing to help you and me. To send in prompts you don’t have to use this if you don’t want to.

( ships can include anything and I mean ANYTHING from the list of fandoms it says I’m in in my BIO it also doesn’t even have to be ships it can be platonic character involving to! :))

1. You make me better

2. …but now I can’t Imagine life without you

3. Just let me help you

4. You made me into an idiot

5. Why won’t you let me take care of you

6. But I ….. I love you

7. It started with that stupid Disney Marathon

8. What is wrong with you

9. I’m so glad your home…now f/ing help me

10. You ruined me ( this one I’m mixed on it could be both fluffy and angsty tell me which you prefer)

11. I, I think I need a break

12. No matter what, I will never stop fighting

13. Why are you so damn stubborn

14. What is wrong with you!

15. Shhh it’s okay we/ I’m here now, nothing is going to hurt you

16.I’m… I’m sorry

17. I, I can’t do this anymore

18. You are to broken

19 I’m not broken

20 It’s Christmas my dear

21 that holly not mistletoe

22 you are so damn cute

23 don’t you Dare hide that smile from me

24 what’s it to you

25 tough guy huh? We’ll see about that

26 I can make you soft

27 Just don’t fall in love with me

28 you make me feel sea sick, tung tied, jumbled

29 who hurt you

30 why is it so hard for you to escape the past and look to the present

31 this is your life not theirs

32 Not how my trait is supposed to act

33 what are you so afraid of

34 you are worthy, of this, of.. of love

35 if only my dear

36 high school is a pain in the ass

37 it’s all some STUPID reputation

38 Gonna wish we never met when I have to leave

39 what could possibly make someone like you like someone like me

40 let me show you what love can feel like

41 I’m exactly what they said I was gonna be

42 Just a little game called Truth or Dare

43 but don’t you trust me

44 you left, and it broke me

45 am I to … distracting for you ;)

46 behind all of this dark clothing and makeup

47 let me show you

48 Is that BLOOD?!

49 why is this SO hard for you

50 you are not going to starve yourself on your birthday

51 I-I hate you and I hate that it took this long for me to realize it

52 I guess you could say I’m stressed Depressed and a literal f/ing mess

53 birthdays are nothing more showing off how old you are

54 ok stalker

55 I wished for this

56 it started with a little note on the back of my desk

57i have no place in my heart for you

58 you are the cutest thing that I have ever seen

59 I think I found my new favorite sound

60 what on EARTH makes you think that you can just come into MY life and make me SO- SO- SO damn …. Happy

But yeah I’m still learning so be patient but if you send in a request I will make it as soon and as good as possible for you I hope these were good prompts and also that you give me ideas because it would help a lot but even so I will try to create content for whoever this reaches have a wonderful day my moon drops :) 😘To send in a prompt I am pretty sure there is an ask box on my page

#logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders #fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #ash campbell #castiel #larry johnson #sal fisher #sally face #todd morrison #writing

[yamanorakuen]

HC: MC's birthday [Brothers]

It's my birthday today! So to selfishly indulge myself and escape from my actual dead social life, I wrote these little birthday headcanons for you to read.

[Side characters vers.]

Read below this line!

Lucifer wanted to keep your birthday as a rather quiet but extravagant ordeal. Something where he still gets to show you off and make you feel special but nothing too obnoxious and time-consuming.

Chances are that he would rather spend the day pampering you and take you to eat at Restaurant Six.

So when the brothers kept talking about some 'surprise party', he became a bit annoyed as his plans were seemingly ruined but gave his blessings to the party anyway, partially because Diavolo had caught wind of the party and was excited for it, partially because he knew how much you'd like to have all your friends around.

Would do his best to cover up Mammon's slip ups about the party.

During the set up, he was overseeing everything that the brothers were doing and making sure they were staying on schedule.

During the party he mostly watched you from the sidelines, enjoying the sight of you smiling, laughing and having fun.

But somewhere during the night, he approached you and pulled you away from the party, leading you to the garden.

There, he gave you his present in private, his hands finding your waist as he looked you deep into your eyes.

"Happy birthday, MC. Having you in my life has truly enriched it. I could not imagine my life without you in it anymore." He smiled down at you before closing the distance between the two of you with a deep and sultry kiss.

Doesn't really want to let you return to the party after that but he knows he has to.

Tells you though that his door is always open for you if you're feeling lonely and are in need of some company..

Mammon DEMANDED that a surprise party would be thrown for your birthday and bragged to everyone how it was his brilliant idea all along (It wasn't).

Isn't very great at keeping secrets and surprises, but tried his best to keep the party secret from you.

Still, occasional slip us might take place..

He tried to hard to save some money for your gift and even took a part-time job for a few weeks to make sure he could afford the best for you.

During the party set up, he decided to be in charge of the music. He knew your music taste better than anyone as your first man, so it's only natural!

He also helped with the decorating and heavy-lifting, following Asmo's orders, although complaining occasionally.

When Asmo left to take you shopping, he took charge with the decorating department as the second most stylish demon in the house, although Asmo left him strict rules to follow.

During your party, he wanted to be the first to give you his present. He is your first man after all!

He also keeps bragging to you how this party was his idea, all while his brothers are shaking their heads.

That doesn't mean he was not flustered while handing you his present or bragging, though; his cheeks were rosy and he was sweating bullets, hoping to coax a positive reaction out of you.

Seeing you smile brightly at him and thanking him from the botton of your heart makes it all worth to Mammon. He just keeps looking at you like a lovesick puppy for the rest of the evening, hoping to catch a moment where he can whisk you away even for a few minutes to really show how much you meant to him..

Leviathan would rather just spend your special day with just the two of you but knows it's not really possible with all his nosy brothers around the house.

When he heard about the brothers' plan to throw a surprise party for you, all kinds of romance anime cliches popped up in his head; what if.. his gift.. would be his confession of undying love? Or wait, what if you get so excited about his present that you.. k-kiss his cheek as a thank you? All the possibilities!

So while he wasn't as fussed about the party as some of his brothers, he still contributed; he ordered all kinds of fun activities, games and decorations for the party.

"Why are you receiving so many pacakges from Akuzon all of a sudden, Levi?" You had asked him innocently and Leviathan's face had turned beet red as he scrabled to come up with a believable lie.

"Levi.. Why do these balloons have pictures of Ruri-chan on them? Are you sure MC will like them?" Satan had questioned his choices, but alas, Levi was determined to have his way.

During the actual party, Levi was so nervous! He would need to hand his present to you, and you would open it in front of everyone, judging it and judging HIM!

But he decided to shoot his shot along with most of his brothers, he thought that maybe receiving many presents in close proximity would make his one more forgettable in case you didn't like it?

But of course Levi was anxious for nothing as you loved his present!

And although Leviathan didn't find the courage to confess to you that evening, his other daydream came true when you pecked his cheek as a thank you for his present.

Leviathan was in his own little world, blushing and smiling all evening after that little token of appreciation.

Satan too would have prefered a quiet day with the two of you rather than a big surprise party, but he's not against it. As long as he can have you to himself for a while during the day.

He kinda feels at loss with the party planning. He tried to help with the decorating, but Asmodeus chewed him out before he could even touch the decorations, mentioning something about him not having any sense of style.

The kitchen wouls be full, too, with Barbatos and Luke (And occasionally Beelzebub trying to sneak a bite).

So in the end it was decided that his job was to take you out of the house and keep you busy for a few hours.

You had orignally been sent to Purgatory Hall to 'study' with Simeon when Satan barged in, stealing you away. In his head he imagined this to be an important twist in a romance novel, eventually leading the two of you falling madly in love with each other and running away, eloping soon after..

But alas, this was reality, and he had a job to do. One that he took really seriously.

He took you to the town, buying everything you pointed out to him. He took you to a cat café. And a beautiful spot that he liked to retreat to occasionally when his emotions took the best of him. He told you many stories and listened to yours with keen interest.

When he got a message from Asmo that he would meet up with them and take MC to shop for an outfit, Satan was a little bummed out but understanding. He managed to sneak a little kiss with you though before Asmo could arrive, that sneaky bastard.

During the party, despite already having bought some things for you, he gave his gift at the same time with most of the brothers, but still as the last of them, making it slightly more special in his head, like a grand finale.

Obviously Asmodeus wants to get all dolled up and party! Asmo will literally take any chance given to celebrate something.

When he heard about the surprise party idea, he was so excited for it!

Tried to invite the entire school but Lucifer caught on and terminated the plan. Lucifer couldn't let the entire school strom the house he is the head of.

Demanded to be the one in control of decorating the house!

And honestly that's a good call, he's got the eye for aesthetics. The House of Lamentation looked excpetionally amazing thanks to him!

Although he was the one ordering people around, he couldn't risk breaking his nails right before an important party so he didn't do any of the actual hard work.

The evening before you HAD TO HAVE a self-care evening where he pampered you and took extra good care of your hair, nails and skin, making sure you were going to look just amazing tomorrow.

Amodeus also took you shopping a few hours before the party was supposed to start, buying you a nice outfit for the party.

He made sure you would be the belle/beau of the ball! Nothing's better than really feeling yourself during your special day.

During your party, Asmodeus documented EVERYTHING. He took so many selfies with so many people, but mostly with you. Everything needs to be pictured or filmed!

He also gave his birthday gift during the same time as most of the others, but he nevertheless made it a big spectacle, announcing his gift dramatically and forcing someone to film the ordeal.

When you thanked him for his gift, he smiled innocently while suggesting you could show your appreciation in another way.. In the bedroom.. After the party.

You could also think it as an extension of his gift? Who would deny Asmo AS the gift, after all?

Beelzebub got the original idea for the surprise party that Mammon stole. Beelzebub didn't really mind it, as long as you were going to be happy and the party would have food.

Did the menu planning as he knows what foods you like the best but can't be trusted with the actual food.. So he mostly helped with the heavy lifting around the house, letting Asmo boss him around with a smile on his face.

He knew it's all for you, after all, so he was not complaining.

He tried to sneak into the kitchen while Barbatos and Luke were busy cooking and baking, but every time he even attempted so, he would be swatted away by either one of them.

Belphie and him picked out their gifts together, but they both still had seperate gifts.

Beelzebub was so excited about the party beforehand, following you around like a little puppy wagging his tail the previous day.

During the party, he gave his gift the same time as most of his brothers too, but that didn't stop him from giving you a big tight hug beforehand, much to the displeasure of the other brothers watching.

His gift would be something sweet and sentimental for sure, although possibly related to food.

But that's his love language, okay? He shows off his love with food. And that's valid.

He was just really cuddly with you throughout the party, following you around, bringing you food and drinks whenever you asked.

He would also carry you around anywhere if you wanted the full princess/prince treatment.

Beel promises to also take you to eat the following day. Just the two of you. It's a date, okay? His treat.

Belphegor wasn't too keen on the surprise party idea but relented when he imagined how surprised and happy you would become.

He was not a great help at the party planning and set up, but he still played a key part in keeping the surprise.

The night before, he sneaked into your room, asking if you would let him sleep with you.. In the same bed.

And he didn't give up before you let him at least sleep in the same room. It was an important part of the plan, you see.

He used his powers to make sure you're in a deep, lovely dream, and that you won't wake up during the night or the early morning when the plans were being put into the motion.

Also he could provide you some birthday cuddles if you want?

You woke up feeling well-rested and relaxed.

And honestly, Belphie was so happy to be able to have you by his side before everything kicks off. He just kept you close to him, staring at you with soft eyes.

He was also the first one who got to wish you happy birthday. Normally people lose by snoozing, but he just won in his book.

After Simeon "stole you away", he just fell back asleep, letting everyone else handle the hard work.

During the party, he didn't want to give his gift at the same time with the others, so after watching you impatiently being swarmed by the others, he walked up to you and just asked you to leave with him for a while.

He took you to the planetarium, where under the shining stars he handed you his gift.

Chances are that it is a soft package.

Anyway, seeing you beam up at him makes him all melty. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head against the crook of your neck, sighing happily, before telling you how much you have changed him and how much he has grown to adore you.

A/N: I'm sorry some of these are quite short but my schedule is REALLY packed! Anyhow, all the likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

#obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines

[alreadyblondenow]

Never get to hold you | Lee Haechan

Lee Haechan x female!reader x Lee Jeno

▸ Fluff, smut, angst? Haechan is poor ▸ Part of To All the Members I’ve Loved Before: Dear 127, hosted by me ​

Summary: Growing up in a fucked up household, Haechan has always been thankful for his friend Jeno for treating him like his real brother. From giving him food, to letting him stay in their big house, to lending him money for school. Jeno has always been an angel. Until one day, Haechan found another angel, you. Finally his life is now brighter than ever… but not for long, because Jeno likes you too. Will Haechan let this once in a lifetime love slip and give you to his true friend who’s always been nice to him? Or will he be selfish?

Work count: 6k flat amazing

Warnings: Smut, toxic household, mentions of parents fighting, Haechan is poor here, if you are not okay with the idea please click away. Unprotected sex, couch sex, mentions of rough sex, overstimulating, Haechan smoked one cigarette, mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of Haechan’s sister, break up, slight cheating? but not really A/N: Pure fiction. Haechan’s character here is inspired by Justin Fooley from 13 reasons why. And the friendship is inspired by Bryce and Justin’s friendship. hehe. Originally this is a cheating au, but I’ve been writing a lot of cheating au so.... lets do the right thing for now. HAHA. also I did not include a lot of smut just because it doesn’t fit the story so i hope you understand that and still enjoy reading this. <3 

A peaceful night that’s what Haechan longs for. A night free from the screaming and shouting of his parents, the glass shattering and never-ending blaming. He turns the volume up of the song he’s listening to from his mp3 player, closed his eyes, and tried sleeping. It’s not calming or whatsoever but it’s better than hearing the bickering.

For Haechan, sleep does not fix anything but it sure does make him feel better once he wakes up and finally faces another fun day in school. Yes. That’s right, Haechan loves going to school for it makes him feel like he’s a normal person. Not everyone in school knew how fucked up his life is and that’s another thing why he loves going to school. School and his friends have been his escape.

“You’re coming tonight right?” Jeno sneaks from behind and swings an arm on his best friend.

“Of course I’ll be there. I have to drive your drunk ass home-“ Haechan jokes but he was soon interrupted by something so unfortunate.

His shoes gave up on him.

“I think I should go and get this fixed before class starts. Not again,” Haechan said, stopping to remove his worn-out shoes and check them further while Jeno watch him.

“I have my Balenciaga shoes in my locker I don’t use that anymore. If you don’t want to keep it or accept it, at least use it for the day,” Jeno smiles at his friend and pats his back. But before Haechan could even say no to his best friend, Jeno is long gone for the school bell rang already.

Every since Haechan is new in town, Jeno has been a good friend to him. Both very different boys but they are brothers by heart and got each other’s back. For Haechan, Jeno is an angel to which he almost feels bad for not giving something in return for all the things Jeno gave him. Not just material things but Jeno offers financial help to Haechan too, in fact, Jeno is the reason why Haechan’s mother got a job at a store Mrs. Lee owns.

So you see, being a loyal and true friend is the only thing Haechan can give in return for now.

After school, Haechan fixed his wretched shoes before going to his part-time job. There, while he looks over the convenience store, he does his homework on the side and makes sure that he studies in advance so he can get closer to the college and scholarship that he’s aiming for and finally get out of this hell hole.

“You like studying so much?”

A voice made him drop his pen and went to work immediately. Punching the cashier and putting the stuff you bought in a plastic bag with a shy smile. A shy smile that miraculously lights up your day, he’s like a sun you thought.

“College. You’re new here right? I saw you earlier with the student body president. I’ve been there, being new in town will get easier... with the right people” Haechan says.

“Well, I had a bad first day, but thank you.... Hyuck. It’s great to know that eventually, everything will get better ” you read his name tag and smiled so sweetly at him. Oh, you wish it’s not obvious that you’re flirting.

When you left you’re all he could think of. He can’t stop thinking about your smile, how it’s obvious that you’re flirting with him but he thinks you’re so cute rather than flirty, he even beats himself up for not asking your name and making you stay longer.

As he walks his way home under a quiet night and with nothing in his head but your smile, he replays his only memory of you in his head while smiling alone and looking like a complete idiot. But when he was just a few walks from his house, he hears the screaming and shouting again.

He ran towards the door and straight to his sister’s room, not giving a fuck about why his parents are fighting. He hugs his little sister who’s in tears and basically shaking from fear, keeping her close to him to let her know that he is here now. And this is the sadness and reality he had to face every day.

“You scared?” He whispers but his face shows no fear to show his sister that his big brother is ready to protect her.

“Where were you?” She whines and snuggles to her brother more.

“I was at work, sorry. You know something wonderful happened to me today,” Haechan ready himself to tell his sister how you two met for the first time. She has always loved Hyuck’s stories and she’s always interested in the people his brother is friends with, especially Jeno.

“Well, why didn’t you ask her name? Will you see her again?” She asks eagerly. “I want more stories about her, she sounds sweet even though your conversation was too short”

“Yeah I know. Maybe I can talk to her by Monday and tell her, ‘hey my little sister wants us to be friends’” he jokes.

And so the night went on, exchanging stories with his sister until his parents stopped fighting and eventually his sister fell asleep in his arms. To be honest,  he didn’t want to leave his sister alone after what happened tonight, but he promised Jeno that he will be there so he needs to be there.

Going to Jeno’s birthday celebration in a bar downtown is the last thing he wants to do after having a hard night. The bar was loud, packed, and it’s giving him a headache. So he promised himself that he will stay here for half an hour only, which did not happen because his heart feels heavy.

So he went out to have a cigarette and to clear his mind, having a debate with his conscience whether he’s going back in or not.

“The answer is no,” you said from behind which made him turn immediately and face you. “I’m watching you for a few minutes already and your feet is obviously hesitating to go back inside”

“It’s that obvious? Am I really that easy to read?” he takes one final hit from his cigarette before he throws it away. You nod with a smile to answer his question. It’s obvious that you’re happy to see each other again. “Why aren’t you inside? It’s cold out here,” he would give you his jacket if only he’s wearing one right now but he’s not.

“Everyone is loud inside and I feel like I’ve had enough of the screaming and overflowing booze, you know?” You answered awkwardly. Little did you know that Haechan feels the exact same thing. “But I should probably go and not ruin the silence here too so-“

“I can’t stop thinking about you” Haechan finally blurted out. He didn’t mean to but those are the words that came out from his mouth the moment he saw you turn and was about to walk away. “I don’t even know your name but my sister thinks your cool” he added, trying to sound fun and interesting. Heck, he’s trying to make you stay.

And it's working.

“You have a sister and you told her about me?” Haechan nods with a shy smile, “Well what did you tell her?” You asked with a flirty tone.

“I told her that I’ve never seen a smile so beautiful and that I feel stupid for not asking your name” he shamelessly flirts and came closer to you, making your heart beat faster and making you really nervous.

“Take me some somewhere quiet and I’ll tell you my name” you flirted back.

And without any second thoughts, he brought you to a place where you two can laugh out loud freely, and there's no loud music to bother the moment. You introduced yourself and all he did was giggle and tell you that his little sister will be happy about this. Haechan made you laugh nonstop, telling you the happy memories he holds dear and even small parts about his life, without fooling you and making you think that he’s someone else.

Now that he gets the chance to talk to you again, he wanted to embrace you while he pours all his honesty to you and hopes that you don’t mind liking someone fucked up like him. But Haechan thought that telling you that he’s poor as a rat on your first night together is not something worth staying for, so he shrugged it off and continue asking more about you.

Until you both lost track of time and he offered to walk you home, which you think it’s sweet.

“Do you want to have some water first, before you go? It’s a long way back. M-my parents are not home so no need to be shy,” you offered with a hint of other intentions that he surely understood. And thankfully he accepted.

The moment you closed the door, he stopped you from opening the lights, his hands are on your face and your lips touched immediately. Returning the kiss without hesitation, heads turning continuously and both tongues are wanting for something more.

You motion him to the couch and push him until he falls on the cushions and let out a quiet giggle. It was a pity that you wouldn’t see his bright smile. “You okay with this?” he slips his hand inside your shirt and smoothly removed it.

“More than okay,” you said and started to undo his belt and remove his pants. Soon, you’re both wearing only your underwear while grinding on top of each other. Shy to make a move but your kisses and moans say otherwise. You’re the one who initiates it this time, unclasping your bra and making him knead and cup your boobs shamelessly.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks, removing his boxers brief, throwing it on the floor, and immediately slipped his hand inside your panties while you’re on top of him kissing him like there’s no tomorrow.

You moaned softly when his fingers made contact with your very wet slit and told him, “No. But pull out?” he nods and told you he will. And because of that assurance, you finally removed your panties and went on top of him.

“It’s hard to pull out if you’re going to be on top, maybe next time?” He says and effortlessly switched your positions, putting him on top of you. He pulls away for a second and pumped his cock in between your opened legs, came in closer to kiss you before he pushes his in.

His kisses were gentle and sweet like he’s not about you fuck you in the next few seconds. But when he finally lined his cock and slowly thrust in, both of you moaned and forgot that you were kissing for a second. Sharp gasps escaped your mouth while delicious groans escaped from his. Slowly he takes his time pushing in and out without thrusting all the way, which surely builds the momentum and it definitely made you want more of him.

“I’ll go deeper” thankfully he noticed and pushed in finally. Thrusting a little bit quicker than earlier while his fingers are busy drawing circles on your clit.

Soon, you’re both on edge. Too shy to admit it but you can’t stop clenching and unclenching around him, “Stop doing that,” he says and kissed your neck, bitting the shell of your ear to hear you giggle while he makes you moan deliciously.

He came first as expected because you can’t stop moaning behind his ears and making him feel good with your tight walls. He shoots his cum on your stomach, away from your pussy while his other hand is continuously drawing fast circles and making you cum in no time.

You shivered like crazy and tried closing your legs but Haechan got a hold of it and overstimulated you.

“Wild-brutal, that’s you” you said while you continue to shiver, curl yourself in a ball and beg him to stop.

He kisses your body, avoiding his cum but still managed to suck your nipples good as you come down from your high. When you’re finally calm, you reached for the tissue on the coffee table to wipe yourself clean but he snatched the tissue from your hand and did it himself. After that, you moved your body and make room on the small couch so he can lie beside you, using his arms as your pillow, keeping you close to his sweaty body.

“You’re the second girl I kept in my arms tonight,” he says softly. Looking into your eyes directly. You know that it's his sister and it made you smile and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Can you keep it that way then?” you said, softly like how he spoke. He nods and tightens his hug.

“To be honest I feel like I’m a slut right now because I slept with you first... on my first day of school, my first day of meeting you-“

“Sssh. You think too much. You’re not a slut. I like you, you like me. It’s a normal reaction” he kisses your lips and your cheeks one too many times to make you giggle and eventually let go of your thoughts. “I have to go back to my friends” he added.

“What- No, stay, please. My parents wouldn’t mind” you begged but he shook his head and got up from his comfort.

“I’ll find you again”

“Well give me your phone” you said, eager to make him stay. Eager to stay in his life.

“I don’t have one because I can’t afford one” Haechan was shy to tell you the truth but he didn’t want to lie to you. But of course, you understand him instead of prying. You sat up, kissed him sweetly and told him,

“It’s fine. You know where I live, so we're going to do this old school then” you giggle and make the most of the few minutes you have with him. He reached for your panties and helped you wear them together with your shirt, leaving a soft kiss on your lower abdomen.

“Is that fine? Going old school?” He asks smiling and asking for another kiss.

“More than fine, that means I get to see you always” he giggled and told you that’s right and continued wearing the rest of his clothes.

The next day, Haechan woke up with a smile on his face by just merely thinking about you and thinking of going to your house tonight and surprise you after he hangs out with Jeno at the amusement park.

As his day went on with his best friend, all he thinks about is you. Did you eat already, how was your sleep, do you think of him, and what are you doing now? These are questions that he wanted to ask you because he misses you already, but also, these are the questions that attracted the universe into putting you both in the same place.

Just a few minutes ago, Haechan is thinking about you but now you’re right in front of him... with a blindfold at The Kissing Booth and about to kiss Jeno.... Jeno of all people.

There, Haechan stood and watch you and Jeno kiss in front of the audience. Watching your friends take a video and giggle as much as they want because you have no idea who you’re kissing right now. Oh they would kill to be in your position and taste Jeno’s lips. While you... you think about the gentleman who made you laugh over and over again last night, the gentleman who’s honest about everything, and the gentleman who made you feel good on your family couch last night.

And when you removed your blindfold, you can’t help but feel disappointed. It’s not Haechan you’re kissing, he hasn’t found you again.

When Jeno came closer and attempted to kiss you again, you pushed him away in front of many people, smiled and whispered, “We had our fun already, I think that’s enough. Sorry, I was hoping you’d be someone else” and came down from the stage to join your friends.

The disappointment in Jeno’s face was evident. He felt like he violated you or something and wanted to apologize further but you didn’t give him a chance. He saw Haechan standing in the corner with a soda in his hand and joined him, “That was something. I feel like I was taken to another dimension while I was kissing her. Damn I like her already” Jeno admits, having no clue that Haechan knows exactly what he’s talking about.

“Hey.... Haechan” you taped his shoulder which made him and Jeno turn around. You didn’t want to be bold and flirty with him in front of his friend so you just said hey.

Jeno was shocked to the core when you approached his friend and not him, and he was even more shocked to see you smile so sweetly at Haechan. “You know each other?” he asks you both nervously.

“Yes”

“No”

“N-no. Not really. Dude, everyone knows her. New girl in town plus she came by the store during my shift yesterday after school” Haechan explains. Completely denying that you two shared something special the other night.

Good thing Jeno believed and accepted Haechan’s explanation, so this time he didn’t waste any more time and shoot his shot. “I want to apologize to you. Can we go for a walk? Alone together-“

“Good idea man. I think I should go. I have a shift at the store, s-see you at school. B-both of you,” he says and awkwardly walks out and left you with Jeno.

You wanted to follow him, you would rather want to watch him work at the store than be with Jeno and waste your time strolling around the park, you’ve been wanting to be with him ever since you opened your eyes this morning and now you can’t believe that he denied you in front of his friend.

The whole time he was walking in circles around his neighborhood, Haechan can’t stop thinking about you and Jeno. Even hating the universe more for making him and Jeno like the same girl. Fuck, he murmured frustratingly until he came to a thought that maybe life brought you to Haechan’s life so he could finally give something back to his best friend.

Maybe he’s doing the right thing by letting you and Jeno get to know each other.

“You’re a fool,” his sister teases him while he watches her brush her teeth. Haechan just snorted and let out a small laugh knowing that his little sister is smart and that she’s growing up wise.

“But when you grow old you can’t just commit to something or someone if you know to yourself that you can’t. Be honest,” he kisses her sister good night and tucked her to bed. Wishing for her sister to grow up strong and smart, and not like him.

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After a few weeks of seeing Jeno and going out on dates with him, you force yourself to think that what happened between you and Haechan is just a one time thing. That you were just horny teenagers that night who both had a bad day that’s why you thought it was something special.

It’s not that you’re using Jeno to forget Haechan, but Jeno is the one making his moves and trying so hard to impress you. He’s almost as nice as Haechan you thought. Maybe that’s why they’re best friends, and maybe that’s why now you look forward to seeing Jeno every day because you see Haechan in him.

Until one night, you and Jeno had a rather hot night that leads you two to his bed. Sex with Jeno is rough and fast and to be honest you forgot how many condoms he used because the sex was that good. And in that very moment, you realized that the only difference between Jeno and Haechan is the way they fuck. Jeno made you forget Haechan whenever you two are in bed and that made you want Jeno to fuck you more each day.

But Jeno is a natural sweetheart, a lover boy who shows you that he is a great man and a good person. “I know we fuck too much and it's obvious that something is bothering you” he says, hugging you closely while you’re on top of him after a very good car sex. “You can tell me, you know?” he added but you just shook your head no. “Okay okay, I understand. I love you. Whatever you’re going through or whatever that’s bothering you, continue to lean on me. Use me if you must,”

And right then and there, you decided to return the love Jeno is giving you.

It was not easy but it was worth it. Jeno loved you so much, more than you could ever imagine. You spend your senior year together, made memories each day, have good sex after school or during weekends, be the life of the party together, and meet each other’s family.

“Are you happy with me?” he whispers behind your ear while he hugs you from behind.

“What kind of question is that?” you said, turning around to meet his eyes and rake his hair away from his face. Not giving a fuck about the people watching you two flirt in the middle of a crowded place with drunk teenagers.

“Just a question. My way of checking if I’m still a good boyfriend” he admitted shyly. You rolled your eyes and came closer to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips which soon became heated and his hands roamed freely around your body.

“Mhmm. I'm happy, I love you” you whisper and you mean it.

“I love you too” he smiles and continues the kiss.

And while you two are in your own private world minding your business, Haechan watches from afar with a beer in his hand. Jealous, but not mad. Happy, but for you and his best friend. You deserve each other, he thought.

So as you and Jeno make your relationship strong and pour all your love on each other, Haechan became even more hardworking, focused more on his studies, and looking for more jobs to save more money. It was his way of forgetting you.

During a party that Jeno threw in his house, everything was intensely wild and everyone got drunk during the party, except Haechan because he was late due to his shift from one of his part-time job.

He saw you laughing with your friends near the poolside. You look beautiful tonight, as always. And at the same time, you look drunk already and all he wanted to do is take care of you but that’s not his job.

“Great that you’re here man, ugh. I’m so drunk” Jeno whines, almost about to throw but he’s still in control. “Here. Promised her dad I’d bring her home, but obviously, I can’t now. I can’t drive while I’m like this, knowing that she’s in the car with me. Too risky. Please dude, thank you”

And just like that, the responsibility and the power to take care of you is passed unto him.

“Baby, Haechan will bring you home- I can’t drive” Jeno admitted to you. Giving you his jacket before he walks you towards his car.

“W-what? Let me stay then, I’ll take care of you. Then you can drive me home when you’re sober” you said but your boyfriend said no and told you you’re as drunk as him. So you didn’t have a choice but to go inside the car with Haechan. He watched you two kiss goodbye and say your I love yous with each other before he drives away and takes you home.

The drive was silent. You didn’t dare to open your mouth and ask how he’s been, he didn’t dare to open his mouth and tell you that you’re beautiful. And it stayed like this until he reaches your house and parked in front of it.

“Do you remember the night that you walked me home?” you started, and you think it’s the alcohol that's talking. Haechan just nods and lets out a heavy sigh. “I wish it never happened. I wish I didn’t flirt back then and went back inside that bar instead of asking you to take me somewhere quiet” you admitted, feeling your heart break but you can finally breathe better now that you told him what you really feel. But deep inside you didn’t mean it. You’re just saying that because you’re still mad at him for denying you.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and reached for you, shamelessly hugging you, and placed a sweet kiss on your temple. You feel his tears and that made you hug him back. Staining his shirt with your tears that you kept for months.

“I’m sorry. I can’t give you what Jeno can give you. My life is a mess, I’m a trash and you deserve someone better. Someone who can take care of you, I can’t” he hugged you a little bit tighter to let you know that he’s sincere. And after a few minutes of silence, he explained his part to you and you listened attentively not because he owes you an explanation but because you miss his voice.

“When I was new here, bullies just won't stop teasing me, then Jeno became my friend and suddenly they all stopped. Jeno didn’t mind if I’m poor, he just wanted a brother and found it in me. That’s why whenever I’m in need he’s always to the rescue, my books, my mother’s job, this Rolex watch that I only use whenever I need it at work. I remember he gave this to me because he didn’t want to give me cash because he was afraid that will make me feel small. So instead he gave me this watch and expected me to pawn it. But I can’t because it’s like a token of our friendship”

“I get it. Bro code” you said calmly and watch him nod. “But who are you to tell me who to love. My heart still belongs to you when Jeno was courting me, I think about you when he kisses me-“

“Do you still feel the same way?” he blurted out, looking at your lips and thinking of kissing it one last time before you have your closure. But he won't.

“I love Jeno but you still have this great effect on me, you still have my heart” you admitted.

“I’m sure you understand me now. Why I don’t want to hurt my friend” you nod because you do understand him, you don’t want to hurt your boyfriend either, “He’s an angel” Haechan added.

When Haechan left and drove away, you feel like he took your heart away with him. Like that one specific night you had sex with him and you didn’t want him to go. You know what you said. You don’t want to hurt Jeno and you do love him, but what can you do? Your heart still belongs to Haechan.

After that understanding with Haechan, you suddenly became cold towards Jeno and all you could think about is Haechan. Obviously, Jeno can see right through you. He knows you, whenever something troubles you, you will keep it to yourself and you won’t tell it to him. So he made a way to cheer you up, but it ended up annoying you.

He invited you to his house to have a sleepover and movie night with him. The thing is, Jeno knew you love having sex with him so the moment you two are alone in his room with all the lights off and only his big flat-screen TV is on, he tried putting you in the mood and became way too touchy.

“Stop” you whine as Jeno starts kissing your neck while his hands roam free around your body. It feels good you can’t lie, but you’re not in the mood so you pushed him a little too hard which made him even more frustrated.

“What did I do wrong? I wish you could open up to me more, Y/n” he gets up from his bed and gave you space. “You’ve been like that for days and days already, I don’t know if I did something wrong. Baby, just tell me. I’ll fix it,”

And there it is. Your very reason why you loved him “Why do you have to be so nice?” you murmur and sat beside him. You knew that this isn’t the right time to tell him about Haechan, but he asked what's bothering you so you’re going to tell him the truth and do the right thing. Bravely, you told him every inch of your feelings, the truth about you and Haechan, and hopes that he will not get mad at you or his friend.

He listened. While Holding your hand. Close to tears but he won’t cry in front of you. Not yet. But now that he knows the truth about you and his best friend, he felt like he stole you from him.

“Don’t be mad at him, he just feels obligated to give back to all the kindness you have done to him and his family” you wait for his reaction. You expect him to get mad or throw a fit but all he did was kiss your knuckles, hold them tightly, and kept you close while he can.

“So what now? Do you need time? Space even? It hurts like hell, I must admit but I can’t force you to stay” he says, with tears in his eyes and trying so hard to look strong.

“I need space from the both of you, choosing is not easy. I don’t want to hurt you in the future Jeno” you said.

“I can’t force you to stay, but I can beg right? I love you-“ He cups your face and leaves too many kisses on your lips, saying he loves you over and over again, begging you to please choose him.

“I’m sorry Jeno, please don’t beg. You don’t deserve this,” you made him stop begging and pull him into a tight hug. Inviting him to come to bed with you and savor this night together while you can because, on the next day, you will leave him.  

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When you broke up with Jeno and focused all your energy on school, you walk almost every day from school to your house just so you can sort out your thoughts.

Jeno stopped begging you to come back after a few months and got himself a new girlfriend while Haechan… well, he’s doing his best with avoiding you. Still, breaking up with Jeno is a wise decision because now it’s clear that you don’t love him like how you love and long for Haechan.

“Fuck” you curse at the rain for pouring out of nowhere and you have no choice but to enter the store that Haechan is looking after. Just like the rain, you came out of nowhere and shock him. But shocking him and ruining his peace was not your intention, you’re just waiting for the rain to stop so you can go and walk again.

Shivering because of the store’s air conditioning, you hug yourself to keep yourself warm in every way you can but it’s not enough. You tried going out again but the rain kept pouring and it started to rain hard again when you tried and open the door. But then you heard the sound of the air conditioning being turned off, and Haechan is behind you holding the remote and some extra clothes.

“You’ll get sick if you stay wet. Here-“ he awkwardly hands you an extra shirt and his hoodie, “You can change back there. There’s no one else in this store except me,” he says and points at the door for the staff room. Of course you accepted his offer and you’re happy that he still cares.

When you got back, you saw him preparing you a hot drink and made you sit on one of the vacant chairs. “How are you?” he asks, stirring the drink and puts it in front of you carefully.

“I’ve been well, thank you for asking. How about you? How's your sister?”

“I’m doing good too. And my sister is fine”

And after that, an awkward silence made you both giggle and feel shy about being alone in this cold store. But not for long. Haechan initiated the conversation and made small talk with you. If he’s being honest right now, he doesn’t want you to shut up. He wanted you to talk and talk freely without being shy… like that first night you spend together.

When the rain stopped, he walked you home again and you both enjoyed the cool breeze and wet street. Admiring the calmness that the rain brought. “Why did you avoid me? After me and Jeno broke up?” you asked calmly.

“I know we learned the hard way and we’ve been through some stuff” he came closer and put strands of your hair behind your ear, “I’ve been helping myself to be better for you so this time I won’t fuck us up, and I wasn’t avoiding you. I’m giving you time to heal” he smiles and looked into your eyes deeply.

“Can we start again?” he finally blurted out. “This is my final attempt on keeping you, and… I just want to fight for you this time”

The rain was a blessing after all. You don’t know if the rain was a sign of starting over again but you’re glad that you decided to walk today and got soaked in the rain and did not have a choice but to enter that convenience store. But you’re happy that the rain brought you back together, so you hugged him tightly as your answer and warned him with all your might.

“If I wake up tomorrow and you deny me again, I swear Lee Haechan-“

And just like that, he cuts you off with a kiss, an act of promise so you won’t need to worry for the next day. “My sister will kill me if I let go of you again” he giggles and continue kissing you.

Who would have thought that you need only the rain for you and Haechan to get back together? Because after that night, he kept his promise to you. He never left your side and you never left his. Life wasn’t easy for him still, but you made sure you stayed with him through thick and thin.

Even though Haechan can’t bring you to expensive dates or movie dates, being with him while he’s working at the convenience store is more than enough for you. “I love my job. I can earn money while having a study date with you in this cold store” he says, kissing your temple while you’re busy reading and studying beside him.

Your remaining high school days were full of him and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

After graduation, you and Haechan planned on living together even though you’re both going to different schools, thankfully your schools aren’t that far from each other. Living together is not easy, your parents warned you. But Haechan made it easy for you because he loves you so much. Nonetheless, you would still choose a hard life with and just so you could be together the moment you open your eyes in the morning until you close them to end your day at night.

“It's you and me from now on, Y/n” he whispers beside your ear, hugging you from behind so tightly like you’re going somewhere and finally kiss you good night.

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[neonnoir-ao3]

Some Words of Comfort.

Recently, I’ve seen a lot of people (especially those who have read spoilers/are actively searching for leaked content) lament about their future reactions to the deaths of our beloved characters in-game.

We all knew this was inevitable, and that them living was not an option for the plot of the game, but the time has finally come to face it head-on.

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I understand that someone outside this community might be like “it’s just a game”, but I know it’s way more than that to many: the concept of a female villain that, to many, can be seen as sympathizable and even endearing, is a bit of a new concept— especially on such a large scale as this instance.

In addition, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters have become a bit of a comfort item for some (with an emphasis on sapphics/wlw, from what I’ve seen personally) in the form of a large, protective, and caring hypothetical partner, or even just a maternal character one can appreciate simply because of her love for her children. Regardless, most of us are here due to some desire for comfort.

Take my own story with this community, for example:

(tws for death, covid, suicide, and general medical emergencies)

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Frankly, 2020 and the beginning of 2021 have ruined me. I lost two men who were the only two positive father figures I’ve ever had. The last of the two tested positive for covid and deteriorated within days, to the point where less than a week after testing positive, my family was making the choice to pull the plug. This all occurred days before Christmas and my birthday. On the first day of the spring semester, having not had the time to properly mourn my grandfather, my mother is in the ER for multiple days with an internal infection that doctors said likely would have turned septic if she had waited to come in any longer. This led to three surgeries throughout the next few months. (Oh, and one of my relatives quite literally dropped dead on that first day of class, too). I am also estranged from one of my parents, and they have been trying to contact my family: they have multiple untreated mental illnesses (severe NPD, bipolar, and more) and they are extremely aggressive in that state of mind and they are agitated extremely easily. That only brings more stress, along with resurfacing trauma and related emotions. Every moment of every day has been a struggle. So much so that I failed half of my classes voluntarily simply because I couldn't do them anymore.

To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t expect to be here right now. I expected that the pain of simply moving forward would have finally overridden my fears of death and that I would have already ended my suffering by now.

Then, in late January, I saw something trending on Twitter. About a new female villain in an upcoming horror game. And it went from there.

As cheesy as it sounds, this fandom and its content seriously saved my life. In the darkest of days, I’ve come to this tag for comfort. The oddest way I found said comfort was through those who were attracted to Alcina aesthetically. I have extremely long-term trauma related to being bullied and being the victim of a hybrid catfishing/'Oreo Game' on early social media by peers in middle school to the point where I do not think of myself as being able to be loved, let alone being worthy of it. Finding this community not only provided a great form of escapism (and opened a door into a fantasy world where I could imagine my own person vampire milf gf), but also gained a little bit of self-esteem (as many of you know, I share a lot of visual qualities with Alcina. -yes, I'm still kinda freaked out about it-) via seeing people where features/attributes like mine were actively praised and desired rather than insulted and pushed away like they have been until now.

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(okay sorry that kinda turned into a trauma dump but I needed to emphasize the fact that this community has seriously helped me during a really dark point in my life, and I know I can't be the only one with that sort of experience)

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What I’m trying to get across here is that, like many others, this community and its content have been comforting and therapeutic, and it really is more than just a game to us. It’s entertaining and even a form of escapism in these extremely trying times. We all have some degree of PTSD from surviving a literal mass plague— and this is something we're using as a method of coping. a distraction. a coping mechanism.

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With that being said, here are some ways to hopefully assist in lessening the emotional stress:

(please note that I am not a mental health professional and these may not be healthy coping mechanisms for everyone.)

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Understand that it’s just a game.

I know, this sounds completely counterintuitive, but it’s more or less about keeping your level of immersion down. Personally, I can’t do scary shit in general: I have to listen to music on low volume while watching dark ARG vids at night or when I’m alone because I get too into it, and then my paranoia kicks in. Sometimes just pausing for a moment and grounding yourself/reminding yourself that this is a video game: a jumble of code and 3D rendering that doesn’t have to affect your views/headcanons if you don’t want it to. Did your favorite character just get slaughtered? Nope, that 3D rendering of them just got un-alived, that’s all.

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Ignorance is Bliss/We are the Captain Now

Simple: Capcom can’t even pronounce Dimitrescu right, or even acknowledge the way it’s correctly said in Romanian culture itself. How can you trust them to give you a perfect canon? That’s the thing: with that logic, you can’t. What they say is true means little (if anything, for that matter) to your headcanons and preexisting ideas of the Dimitrescus. In short: fuck ‘em.

I’m currently seeking a double major in pop culture, and one of the cool things I’ve learned so far is affirmational vs transformational fandom. Affirmational is where official canon is seen as the law of the land, and followed to a T. Transformational is seen as much more inviting for audiences, allowing them to bend canon as they wish to fit their own creations. This fandom is obviously transformational, so take that game canon, rip it up, and get back to whatever you were doing.

Capcom’s canon is not the end-all, be-all. Far from it, actually.

Want to still acknowledge canon? Godmod your way out of it.

Character A died? It’d be a shame if they emerged from the rubble they 'died in' a few hours later, very beaten but alive nonetheless... how awful would it be if they sulked away, nursed their wounds, and continued to live... (/s)

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Ignore it completely.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there w be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the in any way. Stay with the version in your head that makes you happy.

Get Creative!

If you're into creating fanart, writing fics, or even just posting a list of headcanons, take some advice from the late Carrie Fisher: "Take your broken heart, and make it into art". Make the fluff oneshot of your dreams! Draw the fanart you've been wanting to! dump lighthearted headcanons into the tags! Not only will it cheer you up, but sharing it with the community will spread the love!

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I know a lot of people are struggling with this emotionally (especially with the pandemic making entertainment like this even more important sources of escapism and coping mechanisms) and I hope that, at the very least, I was able to help comfort one person who reads this.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there will be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the flowers that bloom after major wildfires: after a period of loss, some beautiful can still come of it.

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[miawin6]

PERCY JACKSON CHARACTERS AS EVERMORE LYRICS

Percy Jackson

And if it was an open-shut case

I never would've known from that look on your face

The more that you say, the less I know

Wherever you stray, I follow

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

When we were younger, down in the park

Honey, making a lark of the misery

And we live in peace, but if someone comes at us

This time, I'm ready

And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you

Annabeth Chase

You know that my train could take you home

Anywhere else is hollow

There is happiness

Past the blood and bruise, past the curses and cries

Beyond the terror in the nightfall

Haunted by the look in my eyes

That would've loved you for a lifetime

Leave it all behind

Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

I can't make it go away by making you a villain

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness

Never be so kind, you forget to be clever

Never be so clever, you forget to be kind

Piper Mclean

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

As if you were a mythical thing

Like you were a trophy or a champion ring

And there was one prize I'd cheat to win

If I can't relate to you anymore

Then who am I related to?

And the skeletons in both our closets

Plotted hard to mess this up

Jason Grace

It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me

But if it's all the same to you

It's the same to me

You can run, but only so far

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay

Sorry for not making you my centerfold

Were you waiting at our old spot

In the tree line, by the gold clock?

Did I leave you hanging every single day?

Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake?

Happy birthday

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?

A universe away

Sometimes walking out is the one thing

That will find you the right thing

Hazel Levesque

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

I sit and watch you and notice everything you do or don't do

You're so much older and wiser and I

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

Use my best colors for your portrait

Lay the table with the fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it

Will you forgive my soul

When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

No more tug of war now, I just know there's more

I rewind the tape but all it does is pause

On the very moment all was lost

If our love died young, I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

Frank Zhang

And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention

I haven't met the new me yet

Fatefully

I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me

If the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go

Never be so polite, you forget your power

Never wield such power, you forget to be polite

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

Leo Valdez

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

We could call it even

Even though I'm leavin'

There'll be happiness after me

But there was happiness because of me

Both of these things I believe

There is happiness

After giving you the best I had

Tell me what to give after that

I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

I'd live and die for moments that we stole

On begged and borrowed time

And you know in your soul

When it's time to go

Nico di Angelo

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Wreck my plans, that's my man

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

They count me out time and time again

Gleaming, twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships on waters

So inviting, I almost jump in

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea

'Cause you know it could never be

My mind turns your life into folklore

There'll be happiness after you

But there was happiness because of you

Both of these things can be true

And you passed right by

I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides

Long story short, it was the wrong guy

Now I'm all about you

Actually

I always felt I must look better in the rear view

And he's passing by

Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

And he feels like home

Long story short, it was a bad time

Long story short, I survived

And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

This pain wouldn't be for evermore

When the words of a sister come back in whispers

That prove she was not in fact what she seemed

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

You had a speech, you're speechless

Love slipped beyond your reaches

While you were out building other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

But what would you do if I, I

Break free and leave us in ruins

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you then lose it

Believe me, I could do it

This place is the same as it ever was

But you don't like it that way

It's never too late

To come back to my side

Yes, I got your letter

Yes, I'm doing better

I know that it's over

I don't need your closure

I know I'm just a wrinkle in your new life

Staying friends would iron it out so nice

Guilty, guilty reaching out across the sea

That you put between you and me

Right where you left me

You left me no, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #rick riordan #taylor swift #evermore #evermore lyrics #evermore taylor swift #annabeth chase #piper mclean #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #nico di angelo #reyna ramirez arellano #solangelo #percabeth #jeyna #jiper #frazel #caleo #percy jackson characters as evermore lyrics

[honeydarlings]

Can I request Yandere Toshinori x f!reader please ?^^

All the meticulous plans,the traps and manipulations finally allow him to have his darling in his arms,never leaving his side.But a miscalculation he didn't think much about leads to two possible ends running in my head :

-Either he gets busted a few months later,he gets arrested and taken away to Tartarus;

-Or reader finally gets free by killing him,and escapes,in tears.People will obviously mourn his death until it's revealed why he died.

https://youtu.be/2vP3TPo2efs this

This interpretation got me thinking lol,especially starting at like...2:04 ?

Angst with "happy" end.Sorry for bothering you,I kept thinking about it the whole day and wanted to share before I forgot.^^"

(i hope this is what you wanted !! sorry it took so long :’) (also happy birthday all might !!!))

Freedom

TW || Major character death, blood, slight gore and mentions of knives and hospitals

He had you, finally. You and Toshinori sat cuddling on the couch in his living room watching old reruns. Toshi had never been more content, every single worry and fear you had of him, every single desire that you had to go home had all disappeared. You loved him, he loved you. You nestled closer into his chest, slowly starting to drift off when suddenly Toshinori’s phone started to ring, waking you up. He pulled his phone out of his jean pocket and frowned. “One moment, love, I should probably get this.” You nodded silently as he exited the living room. Around 10 minutes had passed so you decided to change the channel while you waited for him. You flipped through several channels, everything seemed boring to you when suddenly something caught your eye. The news. Toshinori had banned you from ever watching it. You glanced down the hall, no sign of him. You decided to watch, but only for a little bit. If Toshinori came back you’d just say you were channel surfing. You gripped the remote tightly as the reporter spoke, “Search continues for y/n l/n. A young woman who has been missing for around two months, new leads have been discovered by police on possible whereabouts.” The screen suddenly cut to an interview with an older police officer. “We have gotten reports from y/n’s neighbours saying they saw an unknown individual enter their apartment and leave with a suitcase last week. It was a tall blonde man. They mentioned he had been lingering around the property before y/n went missing. Right now he is our main suspect.”

You stood from your spot on the couch. Your eyes burned with tears. “He kidnapped me.” You whispered to yourself. Emotions and realization came flooding back. You had just been reminded of every horrible thing Toshinori has done to you. He took you away from your old life. You lost everything because of him. “Sorry that took so long, love, but I’m all- y/n are you alright? You’re shaking.” Toshinori started to rush over to you but then noticed what you were watching. “Y/n. I thought I said no news.” His face darkened, but you weren’t scared anymore. You were angry. “Shut up Toshinori!” You yelled, chucking the TV remote at his head. He swiftly dodged it then took a step towards you. “I can’t believe you fucked with my head enough to make me think I was in love with you! You kidnapped me! You ruined my life!” Furious tears poured down your cheeks as you shouted. Toshi stood completely still, completely expressionless. “I just want to go home!” It felt as if your throat was on fire. You were shaking. “Y/n, they’re wrong. I told you to stay away from the news. All they do is lie. I would never hurt you. I love you.” He approached you slowly, his arms outstretched. His face. His stupid face. Did he expect you to just forgive him? You looked around the living room for any sort of weapon, something, anything to keep him away from you. A large metal art piece sitting in the center of the coffee table. You lunged for it. Gripping the cold metal tightly, you ran towards Toshinori and swung it as hard as you could into his head. You hit him. Toshi fell to his knees clutching the side of his head where you had struck him. Before wasting any time you dashed to the kitchen.

All you saw was red. You were furious. You wanted nothing more than him dead and in that moment, you were willing to do anything to fulfill that. “Y/n! Please calm down, can we talk?” Toshinori’s calls echoed through his large house, he was up now, you had to move quickly. You pulled a 6 inch knife out from the knife block and ran to hide behind the counter. You crouched down and attempted to slow your breathing. Toshinori’s heavy footsteps grew closer and closer. Your knuckles were turning white from how tightly you were gripping the knife's handle. His footsteps grew louder and louder until suddenly everything went quiet. He was in the kitchen, you knew he was in the kitchen. “Y/n. I know you’re in here. Please come here and we can sit down and talk alright?” His voice was hushed. Now was your chance. You tucked the knife up your sweater sleeve and stood up slowly. “I’m sorry Toshinori.” You whispered as you approached him. He smiled gently. “Glad to hear it.” He reached out to you, ready for your embrace.

Everything happened so fast. One moment you were standing in front of Toshi and now you were on top of him, straddling his hips with the knife point slightly pressed against his chest. His eyes were wide, full of fear. “Y/n, please.” He whispered, almost inaudibly. Your tears fell onto his navy blue t-shirt, leaving dark spots all over. You grit your teeth and shook your head angrily as you raised the knife and brought it back down again. The blade sunk into his flesh as he whined in pain. Over and over again, you punctured his skin. A large puddle of blood surrounded you and him. You were screaming and crying. It felt like you were on fire. All of your surroundings blurred. You raised the knife to stab again but then saw the mutilated corpse lying underneath you. The loud sound of metal hitting the marble floor echoed. Silence filled the house, only your heavy breathing could be heard. You stared down at your shaking, bloody hands and cried. You cried, confused about what you were feeling. You were free. Free but at the cost of the number one hero. He didn’t even fight back. You knew deep down that he could have killed you if he wanted. He could have gone into his muscle form and chained you back up; but he didn’t. You stood and walked to the front door, not looking back.

After you left the house everything was a blur. You vaguely remember wandering into the streets and then police cars suddenly were showing up. You remember being asked about why you were covered in blood and that was all. Later that week it was announced that All Might was dead, the reason why was being kept private until it could be proven. You were seated in a hospital bed, receiving treatment for all the mental and emotional trauma you went through. All the doctors and nurses who weren’t treating you mourned him. You saw tributes being made for All Might almost everywhere on TV and even in the hospital. No one knew what a monster he was. But they will.

A month has passed since your escape. Today was the day that the police would be revealing All Might’s true nature. You watched the TV eagerly from your bedroom. “As most of you know by now y/n l/n was found around a month ago. All information about her was disclosed. Until now. We have undeniable evidence that All Might, Toshinori Yagi, was the monster behind her kidnapping. Their bravery is what freed her. All Might was not the hero everyone thought he was.” You smiled weakly. Everyone knew. You were finally free from him. You could finally get back to your old life.

#yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere all might x reader #yandere all might #yandere toshinori yagi #yandere mha x reader #mha angst

[kaypeace21]

Will’s fear of clowns

*Ps -not mine. this is a submission from an anon. tw: for s.a. It’s an interesting submission. ANON-please make a tumblr account already . I’m begging you XD

Hi! It’s me, Lonnie Meth Anon. Back with more depressing thoughts about Lonnie!

I just read your post on Jonathan’s ab*se at the hands of Lonnie, and I second it all. It breaks my heart. But it also got me thinking deeper about Will’s fear of clowns. I think you’re right that part of the horror for Will is that the clown attacks in bed. The bed is, obviously, like you say, a common site for s*xual assault. (Doesn’t El’s picture of “three legged Brenner” also have a bed in it? In a picture with not much else?) The fact that Will needed Joyce to sleep with him for a week suggests he was specifically feeling unsafe in bed, or at night. 

But maybe it’s not just the location of the attack in Poltergeist that Will found so harrowing. Maybe it’s the combination of that location with the fact of a clown being the attacker. 

I think Lonnie might have dressed up as a clown for Will’s birthday one year, and something happened. 

In this instance, I don’t think Joyce would know what happened. I think the incident in her mind would be something like “Lonnie dressed up and Will was scared of the costume”. She might even have thought it was cute. Just a typical little kid fear of something mundane. When she teases him about Poltergeist, she doesn’t actually say the movie was the START of his fear of clowns. Just that he was afraid of that particular clown. The general fear of clowns could have been an older one, going back to when Will was even younger.

Maybe Will even liked clowns, before whatever happened with Lonnie turned them into a source of fear for him. Will has a lion plushie (lions are commonly found in the circus) and the circus seems like the kind of vibrant, colorful environment full of outcast, that a young gay kid would really enjoy. If Will did like circuses and Lonnie poisoned that for him, that’s just another reason to hate Lonnie. But it definitely seems possible. 

Lonnie is a deadbeat dad in general, but we’ve seen before that he’s capable of faking the “family man” act in front of Joyce and their neighbors. We’ve also seen that even though he treats Will horribly, he would also try and keep Will on his side with father son bonding activities, like baseball. And Will’s birthday is one of the few occasions Lonnie makes a half-assed kind of effort, even when there’s nothing directly in it for him. He sends that card, even though it’s late. Maybe Joyce made called him up and made him send it, but she always seemed happy to keep Lonnie out of the picture. She didn’t even want to involve him when Will went missing. And we know Jonathan would never try and facilitate more interactions between Lonnie and Will. So it seems like Lonnie did this of his own accord, when he realized he’d missed the day. Kind of weird. And it’s classic abuser behavior, to make contact on an anniversary date, reminding you they exist and you can’t escape them. Reminding you to keep quiet. Or hoping you’ll miss them, remember the “good times” when they made an effort, and let them back into your life. (Ugh.)

So, anyway, back to my theory. Young Will likes circuses, and the Byers family are poor, so they can’t afford to take him to one, or throw him a party at an ice cream parlor or a bowling alley, like other kids. It makes sense that they would have a party at home instead, and that the family themselves might dress up. We know Joyce made Will’s Ghostbusters costume in season two, and a clown is a pretty easy costume. Most of it is just make up. It’s possible the whole thing was Joyce’s idea, and she made the costume, and Lonnie just went along with it to look like a good dad in her eyes. 

Remember how we see Bob (Will’s new father figure) dressing up in costume for Halloween? Joyce loves it. This is a thing good dads do, to have fun with their kids. That’s also the same episode we see Will scared by a guy in a clown costume, and Jonathan is hyper-protective of him that night. School is okay, but he doesn’t want him trick or treating. (Like he knows that school is a safe environment, but in other contexts, costumes and parties might be a trigger for Will.) Jonathan is convinced to leave Will and “let him have fun” and what happens? The clown attacks. Later that night Jonathan goes to a costume party himself, where he finds Nancy upset and takes her safely home.  Maybe this is how Will’s birthday party ended - with Jonathan finding Will upset, and trying to comfort him. The whole night could be playing out like a parallel to that birthday party, from Jonathan’s perspective. 

What actually happened with Will and Lonnie is up for debate. It’s possible there was a s*xual assault, and that’s why the clown scene in Poltergeist was such a trigger for Will. Or maybe Lonnie thought circuses weren’t “manly” enough for his son to like, and actively tried to scare Will, so he wouldn’t like them anymore. It’s hard to know. Something would have happened though, and probably something pretty formative, because the fear of clowns lasts a long time. 

Something else interesting is that when Mr Clarke is talking about the Upside Down in season one, he uses the metaphor of the flea and the acrobat. Acrobats are a main act in the circus, and, well … fleas. Flea circuses. That’s a thing. Maybe it’s a hint that the trauma that created the Upside Down was circus / clown - related?

Kali, El, and their gang wear clown masks too, when they’re going to confront their childhood trauma, and the child-like Alexei is surrounded by clowns when he is killed at the fair. 

Clowns are just so associated with birthday parties and little kids, that it doesn’t seem like a coincidence to me they’re Will’s biggest fear. Especially as the show keeps dropping hints about Lonnie and Will’s birthday. It feels like there’s more to the story. I have a horrible feeling SOMETHING happened. 

RESPONE (kaypeace):

I think it’s very possible-that maybe he did dress as a clown for Will’s birthday and something happened. We have alexi (paralleled to Will) playing carnival games with kids. Then he's attacked by the Lonnie-look alike : and alexi looks at his wound then stares at all the clowns laughing around him. Joyce and Murray find Alexi bleeding/dy*ng next to a clown statue. As joyce looks in horror and Murray says to her, he was “only gone for a second” (which sounds like something you’d say in relation to a kid you were supposed to watch-running off ). We also had sarah at age 7 die while wearing a gown with clowns on it (Will: it was a 7 the demogorgan it got me). Death of innocence symbolism? Hopper also describes his depression as a cave- he goes through the carnival ride where it mentions a "cave of horrors", which had decor of a tiger and a clown painting. So yeah... whatever happened probably isn't good. So- there may be some symbolism there in relation to Will’s past. Not only because (like I and you have mentioned before) Lonnie is highly associated with birthdays. And canonically we know he mentally scarred jonathan on his b-day. But also, s4’s ‘victor creel’ may be an easteregg to the xmen character victor creed- who had a tradition of tra*matizing family members specifically on their bdays

As another alternative:I could also totally see Lonnie “ruining” circuses for Will because it’s not “manly” to him. Like how Jonathan liked thumper the rabbit-from the film bambi. in the film, Thumper is bambi’s bff, and the hunters are the bad guys who k*ll Bambi’s mother and terrorize all the wildlife. SO yeah- making Jonathan become a hunter, and k*ll a rabbit ,despite this fact, is really messed up. And shows Lonnie has already tried to ‘ruin’ things the boys like. By mentally scarring them in one way or another…

I also mentioned how Will’s bday could even be a trigger for jonathan in a diff post.

if the s4 bts calender hinting it’ll be near Will’s bday and easter it could be relevant to Jonathan.we know in s1 el has tra*matic flashbacks when seeing certain things- coke, closet, cat, etc. And Will in s2 has his ‘anniversary effect’ where memories flood back based on the time of year.But like … Easter has bunnies - could seeing rabbits jog stuff up for Jonathan? El seeing a cat made her have a flashback of brenner trying to make her kill a cat. Would Jonathan seeing like Easter bunny decor jog up a flashback of lonnie making him kill a rabbit? (It happened on his bday too). So Will’s b day being around easter would only fuel that memory. (heck even popped balloons may trigger gunshot symbolism idk). And then for Will there is clowns that could be a tr*gger at a party.

The flea and the acrobat analogy (in relation to Will and circuses is very interesting) and could be foreshadowing- it’s even a title for an episode so I feel like it’s narratively an important hint to …something. similar to a s1 ep being called “the bathtub”.  Also, Will was compared to a circus flea- which were placed in an enclosed space, where heat was applied as they jumped  and tried to escape the increasing temperatures as they burned .Which could relate to my theory about Will having a se*zure due his body overheating due to Lonnie injecting him with m*th.

 If Will’s bday is in s4- I feel like Lonnie will come back in some capacity (flashback or literally). The ‘sorry, I forgot you b day’ card from Lonnie in s2, in Lonnie’s shed Joyce mentioning Will’s b day, the rainbow ‘happy birthday cup’ placed next to Will at Mike’s -while Will explains the supernatural, Lonnie already tra*matizing Jonathan on his bday, etc…

#submission #stranger things theory #will byers #lonnie byers

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Hitch in the road

Fandom: The Arcana

Character: Julian Devorak

Prompt: Julian being Julian but he is trying to celebrate @venulus​ birthday! Or at least, I’m. Happy birthday! 

Warnings: Mentions of food

Word count: -1k

Masterlist

Julian's intentions were in the right place often, but it was his luck, or perhaps a lack of skill even, that often left out the desired results. So this was the case in the following story. His intention was good, but the result was an absolute disaster.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Portia had questioned, a brow rising on that homely face who was anything but unimpressed. It had been only his first attempt, so his sister could have gone a little nicer about it. A first ever even, though Julian did admit that it was perhaps for the best not to mention this try, ever. There still was no need to pretend that he was an entirely hopeless case, however!

"Just a little hitch in the road. Gotta allow some failures to reach perfection, right?"

But Portia had dubiously stared at her brother as she put a hand on her hip, not even bothering to give the man some tips on improvement.

His second attempt was a little… burnt. "At least it holds shape, I guess," his sister had reviewed this time. Though Portia had looked so offended when Julian brought his second attempt in to show that the doctor decided that perhaps he shouldn't describe this one either.

"Just another bump!" he exclaimed and Portia rolled her eyes this time not even sparing her brother a few sassy words. That stung more than any review she could give.

In the end he had finally figured that he did need flour, he couldn't rely only on sugar and that he needed less heat. Julian supposed that looking at the recipe Portia had handed him in the beginning was a smart idea after all. Baking was, after all, not as intuitive as he had imagined it to be. Nor did he seem to possess said intuition.

"I'm not tasting this." The finality in Portia's voice when Julian brought forth the umpteenth cake made the older sibling nearly crawl away. He knew he wasn't getting any closer to the desired result, but the day was reaching its end and he still had nothing, nothing aside from the failed attempts that his sister even refused to classify as anything related to food.

"Maybe I should go for a no-bake version?" he tried but the fierce glare from his sister shut him up real quick. "Right. Flour and eggs," he repeated the notes from his last no-bake attempt, which Portia had described as an attempt on her life when she found out.  

"What if…"

The tell tale sign of Portia's hand on her hip and a long dreadful sign interrupted Julian, "no, you can't go without flour and eggs. Anyone else could, but you can't."

How very discouraging, but Julian wasn't a Devorak if he wasn't stubborn and didn't like to explore boundaries.

"I'm here!" the ring of your voice startled the man who was still in the process of getting everything ready, earning a spill over his fingers when he was trying to pour everything into the container.

"Here!" Julian called from the kitchen, glad for Portia's absence right now, but devastated at the look of the kitchen, "or rather, stay there! I will come for you!" the man quickly corrected himself. After all, the ruined cakes numbered 1 to 12 were all on display still, with number 13 in his hands.

And on his clothes. And… all over the place and his face and…

"Uuuuh, actually…" Julian threw the container on the counter, spilling half its contents before he slammed the door to his kitchen shut, "be a dear and make yourself at home in my… living room?" the man asked and from the other side he could hear you chuckle.

"Uhuh, and you will hide in the kitchen?" you tease and Julian chews his lips as he tries to think of an answer to that without ruining the night.

"Portia told me," you fill in the silence and Julian curses his sister for ratting him out as he feels you tug at the door handle, finally relenting as he opens up the space and steps back into the disaster he had left in his wake in an attempt to surprise you. And surprised you most certainly were.

An awkward rumble escapes Julian who spreads out his arms, gesturing over to the counter on which attempts one to twelve are on display and at attempt thirteen still in the sink and all over him.

"Tried another no-bake, what's your binder?" you ask him and Julian internally groans when he realises that he forgot that you were a baker as well.

"Binder. Right. Uhm," struggling to remember if he had put any in it as well his lips curled up into that characteristic smile of his.

"Well, that would be my love for you," he smoothly adds and he knows that the roll of your eyes is a response out of love, as you can't suppress the smile on your face, your head shaking as you pull the man by the only part of his sleeve that is still clean.

"That's not a binder, but nevermind. We should get you cleaned up and go out for some dinner and cake. I'm not helping you clean this mess."

Julian smiles wider at that, though the prospect of having to clean up his kitchen alone isn't a pleasant one. Nonetheless the man pulls at you, an arm wrapping around you as he nuzzles your cheek.

"Then how about unwrapping me as a birthday present?" he coyly asks before realising that he is still covered in raw batter as much as he is covered in dry and hardened batter as well as flour that he is smudging all over you.

Before a look of guilt can set on his face you have already smacked him on the chest, dragging the both of you off for a much needed wash.

Perhaps there was a perfection in his failures after all.

#the arcana julian #julian devorak #julian devorak x reader #the arcana julian x reader #the arcana #the arcana ilya

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Out Loud

A Martin character study AO3 Link

“G’night mum, love you.”

“Make sure you put the trash out, don’t want it stinking up the house.”

At 12 it occurs to Martin, he can’t recall the last time his mother said “I love you” to him. She must have. He knows she loves him, so why can’t he remember her saying it? Was it before dad left? It can’t have been that long ago. He knows if he brings it up she’ll just tell him off for being silly so he just decides to not say it unless she says it first. She doesn’t say it.

“Look how nice our neighbor’s garden is,” she says instead. “If only we could have such a nice garden.”

“The neighbors hire a man-” Martin tries to explain. He had just done law maintenance over the weekend; he would have to bring up memory issues next time they saw a doctor.

“Aren’t you happy with how I provide for you?” She snaps. “Ever since your lousy father left us I have done my best even with my health and all you can talk about is getting a bloody gardener.”

“Sorry, mum,” he says. It’s better not to argue when she gets like this.

“Forget it. Just get me my tea.”

He goes and brews her a cup of Oolong tea. It’s far too bitter for his tastes but it’s all he buys when he does the shopping. Perhaps that was it, instead of saying she loved him she just provided for him.

Martin tells himself that until she gets too sick to work and begins needling him to get a job at 14. Suddenly he’s providing for her on top of school and everything else but that didn’t mean she didn’t love him. She was just sick and the medication she was on made her tired most of the time so it wasn’t like he could expect her to be excited to see him; especially not when he’s the one bringing it to her.

“Is soup the only thing you buy?” She asks one evening when he brings her dinner.

“You didn’t have soup last night,” he reminds her patiently after a long day of school and work.

“Oh, so you think I’m ungrateful? I am your mother! I gave birth to you! You should be happy to take care of me!”

“It would be nice if you acted like a mum for once!” Martin snaps back. He regrets it as soon as he says it and doesn’t wait to hear her response. He leaves the house and sits in the park near his house for a long time and cries. Of course she loves him. It must be so hard on her to be stuck at home all day with no one to talk to and there he went snapping at her. She’s asleep by the time he comes home and neither of them mentions it in the morning.

Martin doesn’t know what he expects when he starts to transition. He hadn’t even called it a transition at first, he just likes how he looks with short hair, baggy clothes, and a sports bra. His mother disagrees. There are days she won’t even look at him and when she does it’s usually even worse.

“You cut your hair again,” she mentions one morning over breakfast. “Just when you were starting to look like a girl.”

“Yup,” Martin replies tight-lipped. He had been thinking it over for a while and he’s slowly coming to terms with the fact that he isn’t a girl. The way she says it hits him sharply. If she was never going to say “I love you” to a daughter, why would she say it to a son? He doesn’t bother coming out to her properly because he can already see the disgust on her face when he gets a proper binder.

When she decides to move into a full-time care facility, it’s almost a relief. He feels foolish for expecting her to say it when she leaves. He feels even more foolish when he says it in goodbye. The receptionist gives him a sympathetic look when she doesn’t say it back but the receptionist probably assumes his mother has memory issues and forgot who he was. She doesn’t. Still, he appreciates the gesture.

Dating is nearly impossible for most of his life. It’s easiest to blame his busy schedule; he doesn’t even have time for friends outside of school. The fact that no one even asks him out isn’t something he wants to think about. After he drops out of school and his mother leaves, dating and friendship don’t get any easier. He can’t let anyone he works with get close enough or they’ll find out his real age and utter lack of qualifications. Online dating is also out of the question for similar reasons. If one of his coworkers saw him with the age 19 in his profile they would either know he wasn’t actually 25 or they would think he was a creep and he didn’t exactly feel comfortable lying about his age to potential dates. Meeting people organically isn’t the worst thing in the world but it’s difficult. He makes a few passing friends at a local trans support group but even then, he can’t get close to anyone without risking someone discovering his falsified CV.

He doesn’t have his first real boyfriend until he’s 23 years old. They meet at a Holloween party thrown by a mutual acquaintance and date for almost five months before Martin ruins it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dominick, I love you,” Martin says as he serves dinner.

“Oh, uh, it’s a little fast to say that, don’t you think?” Dominick had stammered awkwardly. Was it? It didn’t seem like it to Martin and even if it was, it was true. He loved Dominick.

“I-I don’t think so,” Martin replies nervously. Some distant part of himself starts to berate him for being so needy.

“It kind of is. Let’s just pretend you never said it and we’ll see how we feel in a few more months, ok?”

“You mean we’ll see how you feel,” Martin says a little bitterly.

“Why can’t you just relax and enjoy the holiday?”

Martin had sighed in resignation and picked at the rest of his plate. They broke up a week later because Dominick felt like they were “looking for different things.”

Martin doesn’t have another serious boyfriend after that. He goes on a few more dates over the years but nothing that lasts longer than five months. Nothing that lasts long enough to say “I love you.” In some deep dark part of him, he wonders if he was ever meant for love. His father hadn’t loved him enough to stay, his mother hadn’t said she loved him in over a decade, and he’s not even sure he was in love with Dominick. He gets crushes, sure, but he just throws himself into his work at the Magnus Institute instead.

Working in the library isn’t bad. He gets along with his coworkers well enough but he can never get close to them. Not close enough to love them as friends or be loved in return.

Then he gets transferred to the Archives.

Jonathan Sims is not the first asshole boss Martin has ever had. He doesn’t understand why Mr. Bouchard sent him down to work in the Archive in the first place and his first impression with his new boss is less than stellar when a dog follows him into the building. It doesn’t help that Jon is good-looking and every once in a while Martin catches glimpses of a version of the Archivist without a stick up his ass. Like when he spends Martin’s ice cream birthday talking about emulsifiers. If only he would be clearer about what he actually wants from Martin. No report or follow-up seems to be good enough, even with the help of Tim and Sasha.

Martin works hard for Jon’s approval. He doesn’t know why he wants the recognition but it’s either this or quit and he really, really can’t quit. So he spends three full days looking for every woman named Angela over fifty in Bexley only to be berated for actually talking to one of them and then he offers to look into a case about spiders that clearly upsets Jon only to get trapped in his flat by a zombie worm woman.

When he finally escapes, he takes a few worm corpses with him and he dumps them on Jon’s desk while he’s in the middle of a statement. Let Jon try and disprove that When he gives his own statement he makes special emphasis on reminding Jon how hard he worked to meet his exacting standards. He refuses to be yelled at for this.

Except Jon believes him. More than believes him, in fact. He offers Martin a place to stay. Of course that would be enough to ignite a crush in Martin.

As soon as they get to document storage Martin sits on the cot and begins to cry with exhaustion. He expects Jon to leave but again he surprises him.

“I-it’s alright, Martin,” he says awkwardly as he pats Martin’s shoulder. “You’ll be safe here and I’m certain Elias will respond promptly to my request for extra security.”

“Thanks,” Martin sniffs. He can’t remember the last time he cried in front of another person.

“Would...would you like me to stay until you fall asleep? If- if you think it will help.”

“Oh, er...no...I’ll be fine, thank you. You should be getting home, anyway. It’s Saturday, Jon.”

Martin blacks out as soon as Jon shuts the door to document storage. When he wakes up he finds his crush on Jon stubbornly still in place.

He can’t help himself after that. He starts taking special care of Jon in hopes of encouraging the kind man he saw that night into emerging. At the very least Jon doesn’t yell at him as much and he even thanks Martin for the tea he brings. It’s then that he notices other things about Jon, like how rattled he gets by certain statements and how he’ll often go an entire day without eating or drinking anything unless someone brings him something. That someone being Martin. He also notices how late Jon leaves, if he leaves at all.

It’s on one such night of Jon still being in his office at 11 o’clock that Martin knocks on Jon’s office door.

“Jon?” He calls gently.

“Hzzmt! Martin?” Jon responds, having been startled awake from dozing at his desk. “You should be asleep.”

“And you should be home.”

“I see your point,” Jon sighs. “I’ll finish up here and head home. Unless you need something?”

“Actually….I-I was thinking,” Martin beings. “Since I sort of kicked you off your cot...D’you want to come back to document storage with me? You know, get some sleep?”

“What?”

“Er...forget I-”

“The cot would be rather cramped with both of us,” Jon warns as he gets up from his desk. “If...if you’re sure you want me to join you.”

“Yeah...I thought you had work to do?”

“It can wait until morning, no use keeping you up longer than necessary.”

Martin only half regrets offering to share a bed with his crush. Jon was right, the only way to fit both of them on the cot is for both of them to sleep on their sides (or for Jon to sleep on top of Martin but even the thought has his face burning) and it’s difficult for him to fall asleep with Jon’s back pressed against his. It’s good to hear Jon fall asleep, though, and as time wears on it’s easier for Martin to goad Jon away from work to sleep a few hours.

The more of himself Jon reveals the harder Martin falls for him. Especially after Jon accuses him of being a ghost during the Prentiss attack. Even with the guilt Martin feels every time he looks at Jon mummified in bandages. That was Martin’s fault. If he had just paid more attention then he wouldn’t have lost Jon and Tim in the tunnels. He does everything he can to try and make up for it; despite Jon becoming more and more closed off by the day. Intellectually, Martin knows that Jon has gotten like that with everyone, but something deep down makes Martin feel like it’s his fault Jon’s gotten so cold. It doesn’t help that Jon seems to have gotten friendly with the policewoman investigating the murder of the previous Archivist. Tim even seems to think they’re having an affair which does wonders for Martin’s self-esteem. Jon wouldn’t be the first straight man Martin has ever had a crush on but Martin was pretty sure Jon wasn’t straight. Again, he wonders if he’s done something wrong to push Jon away.

After Jon stumbles out of his office covered in blood claiming to have had an accident with a bread knife Martin finds all the excuse he needs to regularly drag Jon to the canteen to make sure he eats something. The silences during those lunches are hard. They had eaten together before but now Jon wasn’t talking to him. The most Martin could get out of him were a few one-word answers. He tries not to think about how it reminds him of his mum.

“So,” he tries for the millionth time while Jon picks at his sandwich. “Did I tell you what happened while you were at physical therapy the other day?”

Jon doesn’t say anything but he looks up with a gaze that bores into Martin.

“Uh...A little girl came in alone with a statement, she must’ve only been eight years old,” Martin says. Jon looks at him with an expression that almost seems afraid. “Don’t worry, it recorded fine on digital. She walked right down into the Archive, walked up to my desk, and said ‘Excuse me. My name is Beatrice Walker and I’d like to make a statement about a supernatural occurrence.’ She sounded so grown up and she refused to leave until I had recorded her statement. Turns out her dad was using the library for research and she had just wandered off.”

“What was her statement about?” Jon asks to Martin’s surprise.

“Oh, a hamster with mysteriously changing spots.”

“Ah,” Jon replies thoughtfully. “Not much need for follow-up there, I suppose.”

“Not unless you really need me to track down the shop where her parents picked up the new hamster.”

He catches the briefest of smirks from Jon before the conversation dies again.

After that Jon’s coldness and paranoia comes out in the form of a screaming accusation over letters Jon found in the trash. Martin barely manages to make it to the bathroom before he bursts into tears after coming clean about his CV. Tim thankfully doesn’t check on him while he silently curses his taste in men. Jon doesn’t meet his eye for the next week in what he bitterly hopes is guilt. He does seem slightly more willing to talk with Martin at lunch, though.

Then Jon goes missing. After trying to get Martin and Tim to go home early because Jon was feeling under the weather; he disappears. Not before apparently bludgeoning someone with a pipe and isn’t that exactly what he and Tim need to see as soon as they get back from a two-week kidnapping by a spooky door monster?

With Sasha gone, Jon missing, and Melanie King being suddenly hired by Elias, whatever’s left of Martin’s relationship with Tim deteriorates. More so when Martin becomes the only one in the world to believe Jon could be innocent. It’s probably that that makes the police detective “investigating” Jon so actively hostile toward him. Apparently, people say he and Jon are “close” and that probably only means the lunch thing but he wants to imagine it’s something more. Like people are somehow picking up that Jon likes him back.

When Jon comes back to confront Elias it’s all Martin can think to do to fall back on his tea-making. He ducks into Jon’s office with a piping cup of the overly sweet tea he spent months perfecting to Jon’s taste and finds him with his face buried in his one non-bandaged hand.

“Jon?” He calls as gently as he can while he closes the door behind him. “I brought you some tea.”

It’s when Jon looks up that Martin notices the bloody mess down the front of his shirt.

“You’re hurt. Let me go get the first aid-”

“No!” Jon interrupts frantically. “Just...Could you just stay with me for a moment?”

Martin acquiesces and they sit side by side on the sofa in Jon’s office in silence until Jon starts sniffling into his tea. He offers Jon a hug and Jon all but dives into his chest to cry. It’s the saddest most broken thing Martin has ever heard and it’s all he can do not to pull Jon into his lap and curl around him protectively.

“Martin...I-I...I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “For everything. For Sasha and Prentiss and...and for the way I treated you. You didn’t….no one deserves that.”

“None of that was your fault and I sort of deserved it. I didn’t actually know what I was doing.”

“You didn’t deserve it,” Jon insists before going back to quietly crying into Martin’s jumper. Martin doesn’t respond. He can’t recall the last time someone’s apologized to him. At least not like that. He’d been told off most of his life for not doing things up to people’s standards. A few people over the years had told him he didn’t deserve it but Jon was the first person to apologize. No wonder Martin was falling in love with him.

Damn it.

Cuddling doesn’t become a regular occurrence for them by any means but Jon begins doing more to seek Martin out after that. They eat lunch together more often and Martin stays up late to talk to Jon while he’s abroad. It drives home how deeply buried into Martin’s heart Jon has become. Especially after he comes back after going missing for a month and has the audacity to joke about being moisturized by a clown mannequin for a month.

He wonders if Jon feels the same way. Sometimes Jon will smile shyly at him, and he can almost believe that Jon would be interested in a relationship if the world wasn’t ending. The last time they speak before the Unknowing they’re in document storage.

“Are you ready?” Jon asks as he shifts nervously.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Martin signs. He heard what happened to Melanie. He knows what’s likely to happen to him. Some small part of him is screaming to just tell Jon his feelings like it’s the climax of an action movie.

“Stay safe,” Jon says.

“Come back,” Martin replies. Jon offers him a hug. It’s no movie kiss but it allows Martin to hold Jon as close as possible. Jon himself is hanging off of Martin’s neck and it feels like a final goodbye.

Then Elias confirms what Martin has always suspected deep down. That his mother never loved him or if there was a time when she did, she stopped when his father left. Even after everything. After he spent years taking care of her. After he had to quit school to care for her. All she ever saw was his father. All his transition did was to remind her further of how much he looked like his father’s son. At least it was worth it. To distract Elias so Melanie could find evidence to arrest him.

Then Peter Lukas shows up and reveals that Elias planned to get arrested. Worse than that, he offers Martin a promotion of sorts.

Then they get the news from Yarmouth. Tim’s body is found in a charred heap, Daisy is missing, and Jon is dead in all but brain activity. At least Basira is physically alive.

Martin spends as much time as he can next to Jon. He’s used to loving someone who can’t love him back. Maybe this is all he’s destined for. Love unrequited. He talks to Jon’s dreaming corpse. Tells him about his day, reads him poetry, even a statement, but nothing draws Jon out of his coma.

Then his mother dies. He barely has the emotional strength to mourn her. Instead, he scatters her ashes and mourns his childhood lost to trying impossibly to earn her love.

After the Flesh attacks, Martin makes a decision. He’ll join Lukas. It’ll probably lead to his death but what did that matter? His mother was gone and didn’t care about him anyway. Tim and Sasha were gone. Jon was basically gone. Basira and Melanie were the only people left that he vaguely cared about and by doing this he could at least protect them.

He visits Jon one last time in the hospital. He’s still covered in wires and his eyes still flit around violently behind his lids as Martin sits down next to him and takes his hand.

“Hey Jon,” he says quietly. “I...This is the last time I’m going to see you...Probably ever. I know, I know old dramatic Martin surely he’s exaggerating. I’m not. The Institute is in danger and...I have a way to keep Melanie and Basira a little safer, so I’m doing it. I just came by one last time to say...Jon, I...I love you. Goodbye.”

He gets up and presses a kiss on a part of Jon’s forehead not covered in wires before leaving. It’s alright that he doesn’t say it back. No one ever says it back to Martin.

When Jon wakes up everything becomes that much harder. Suddenly he had a reason to live and the way Jon pursues him makes him almost believe...No, even completing the thought would be dangerous for all of them. Jon trusts him enough not to be constantly badgering and that makes it worse. When Jon is there the Lonely makes Martin resent his presence and when Jon’s gone Martin resents his absence.

The final, most excruciating pain is when Jon comes after him in the Lonely. He’s excepted his fate in the chilling numbness of the Lonely. Maybe that’s why he says it. The certain, inevitable rejection would be numbed utterly. So he says it.

“I really loved you, you know?”

And Jon looks broken. Even after he rips Peter’s statement from him. Even when he reaches for Martin’s face with hands that seem far too warm and makes him See. Knowing Jon loves him isn’t like “knowing” his mother loves him. Instead of a lie born in Martin’s mind to stamp down the fear of rejection, it’s a reality pouring from Jon’s mind mingled with Jon’s fears of rejection.

Jon’s hands still feel too warm compared to the icy chill of the Lonely as he leads Martin out. Still, he refuses to let go all the way through the tunnels, the Institute, talking to Basira, packing at each other’s flats, and on to the train. The way to Daisy’s safe house feels like a blur and when they finally arrive it’s all Martin can do to remember to take off his binder before collapsing into bed with Jon’s warm arms around him.

He wakes to Jon’s quiet crying. The awful, stifled thing that breaks Martin’s heart.

“Jon,” he whispers.

“Martin? Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I’ll-”

“It’s alright, Jon,” he assures as he swaps their positions so Jon is tucked firmly against him. Jon makes another broken noise and Martin can’t stop himself from crying, too.

“I-I’m here, Martin. You aren’t on your own,” Jon soothes and Martin almost has to laugh. They lay crying and comforting each other until they both fall back asleep.

When they wake up properly they take stock of the safe house’s pantry and make a list of things to pick up in the village after breakfast. Martin gives in to the temptation to buy a new notebook to try and write poetry in. They have enough canned food to survive to the next ice age so they pick up perishable items like milk, bread, butter, and eggs. Jon also picks up fresh peaches and a box of Martin’s preferred tea. It’s easy to pretend like they going on a normal shopping trip as they walk up and down the aisles to check things off their list.

They return to the cabin and settle in. Martin sits on the sofa and tries to write out a poem while Jon tries to read a book from Daisy’s personal collection. After a while, Martin beings to feel Jon’s gaze on him.

“Is there something on my face?” He tries casually as he’s met with an expression he’s never been on the receiving end of.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you,” Jon sighs. Martin can’t stop the noise that comes out of him. All his life trying to earn love and Jon just says it while Martin’s thinking of a synonym for ‘yellow.’

“I-I don’t expect you to reciprocate,” Jon says quickly, his soft expression suddenly turning worried.

“But I do.”

“Oh…Oh!”

“Yeah.”

Jon starts giggling and it’s impossible for Martin not to follow suit until happy tears stream down both of their faces.

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[theinariakuma]

Akuma | 25 | She/Her | Pansexual

Libra Sun | Taurus Moon | Aries Rising

Birthday: October 11th.

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Thirsts: Always Open

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Profile and Banner Artwork done by: @anadia-chan​ 

Please check out her Webtoons: Knights of Asherah and Chasing Stars. She’s a wonderful Artist and Writer.

I have no room on my page for intolerance such a homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, etc.

No MAPs or Thinspo Allowed. 

And for fucks sake, NO MINORS. This is an Adult Content blog. 

Minors and Ageless accounts will be blocked

All information about me, links, background, fandoms, what I will and wont write are found below.

Last updated: 10/01

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Personal Background: 

I like to think I am pretty open minded and I love to receive questions/Thirsts. I might be slow on doing written requests, but I am always happy to talk!

I have been writing and roleplaying since I was a preteen, so I have been at both for more than 10 years. I have seen and read most of my life regarding fanfiction, so I’m pretty open to all types of fanfics. I’ve been in many fandoms both small and large, toxic and quiet.

I work full time and I am going to school part time. I also have a nearly 9 month old Husky(August 2021), so I often get busy. I'm someone who grew up in an abusive household so I have always used fanfiction, books, roleplay, and fandoms to escape and as I got older it became a fun hobby and quite a passion. So, I just have fun with writing when I can.

I'm pretty open if you want to ask me any questions about my life, if you want to send me Thirsts/kink smut requests. I'm from the old days of literotica, Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, MM.org, and I am on AO3.

I've also written a lot for crossovers in the past for older fandoms such as Fruits Basket, Inuyasha, OHSHC, Yu Yu Hakusho, etc.

Also, I love getting book recommendations. So if you ever have something you want to recommend, let me know.

My favorite books/recommendations are:

Jurassic Park and The Lost World by Michael Crichton

Partials Sequence (Partials, Fragments, Ruins, Isolation) by Dan Wells

Under the Dome by Stephen King (Tw: Racism, Drug Use, Necrophilia, Sexual Assault, Violence, Murder, etc.)

Caraval by Stephanie Garber (There are two sequels, Legendary and Finale, though I do not like them as much as first book)

One of us is Lying, Two can keep a Secret, and The Cousins by Karen M. McManus (One of us is Lying has a sequel called One of us is Next. Again, I did not like it as much as the first book)

The Paris Architect by Charles Belfoure

The Escape Room by Megan Goldin

Current Fandoms:

Obey Me!

Genshin Impact

Attack on Titan

Former Fandoms:(I still occasionally write for these, so if requests are open, feel free to request/discuss)

Fairy Tail

Inuyasha

Miraculous Ladybug

Yu Yu Hakusho

Naruto

My Hero Academia

The 100

Caraval

Partials

MLQC

Ikemen Series

Tears of Themis

And more, just ask.

OC:

I have a wide variety of OC that I use for roleplays or original short stories, but my main two I use are. If anyone wants to know about them, feel free to send an ask.

Laila Willows | Pandora Teresi

What I will Write:

Noncon/Dub-Con

LGBTQ+ ships

Aged Up Characters.

Stepcest

Dark Content

Any Gender

Fluff/Angst/Smut/etc

Found family/slice of life/family fluff

Drabbles/longfics/multi chapter fics

What I won't write:

Underaged characters.

Self Harm

Eating Disorders 

Incest

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