#he didn't even have a cloak when I imagined him at first it just appeared so he could toss it off

[baldurs-simp]

Heyy! I love the way you write and I wanted to request smth! I imagined Zevlor meeting someone from his past as a Hellrider again, maybe someone he worked with or smth and back then they both were having feelings for each other but never said anything as they didn't think the other would feel the same, but now that they meet again their feelings just hit them again.

Thank youu! <3

My Masterlist

Summary: You reunite with Zevlor after escaping the Hells, finding him after a goblin tells you of a group of tiefling sheltered in a druid grove. It's a reunion that stirs up past feelings that you thought you had forgotten.

Warnings: mentions of the Bloor War, fluff, not much

A goblin you captured revealed the plans to raid a nearby grove housing survivors from Elturel. He told you how they plan to raid the grove in the name of their new God, the Absolute. After losing so much when Elturel descended into the Hells, you vowed to save as many as possible as a Hellrider, even after you got out. And now, you promise to save those who lost as much as you have from the heartache of yet another fight.

Venturing in the direction of where this goblin has told you the gove is, you spot its gates over the bushes, hearing people shouting commands at one another, preparing for something. Perhaps they know of the possible raid heading their way. You're sure that the death of one Goblin won't stop anything. It's best that you warn these people of the fight heading their way.

As you make your way to step out from behind the bushes, you see him. The red-skinned Tiefling, aged with many battles on his face but still a sense of hope in his eyes. A man you have not seen since the fall of Elturel.

"Zevlor," you whisper to yourself, a hand resting on top of the bramble bush in front of you.

You remember the years you spent fighting side-by-side as Hellriders, the armed forces of Elturel before its descent into Avernus. You remember fighting alongside him in the Hells, trying to protect those from fiends and devils taking part in Zariel's Blood War. You remember the sweet moments you had with him, whenever you could, laughing in a time when laughter seemed to have died.

You remember the last time you saw him.

Slowly, you step out of your little hiding spot, your heart racing in your chest, and your hands resting at your sides. Your eyes remain on Zevlor, hoping that he sees you before anyone else sees you, hoping that he will let you in without asking questions. Hoping that he will want to see you again.

He is not the first to see you. Some guard alerts everyone of your appearance, crossbows being armed and aimed right at you. You know it's because of your anonymity with your cloak's hood covering your face. Raising your hands in defense, you show that you mean no harm, before pushing down your hood.

When Zevlor spots you, recognizing your face, a breath catches in his throat. "Open the gate!"

His order makes you smile and you laugh lightly as he rushes away from his post to meet you at the gate.

You have never thought about what you might say if you were to see him again. Hells, you never even thought that you would. Seeing him again ignites something deep inside of you, the feelings you felt in those times when it was just you and him, sitting close together under the moonlight on watch. Sometimes it was just silent, but you were comfortable.

You think you had grown to love him, before Zariel got her claws into you and dragged you away.

"(Y/n)," Zevlor whispers as he reaches you, wanting to reach out and touch you to make sure that you are not some illusion set before him. He hesitates, pulling his hand back as he shifts on his feet.

No doubt you look different with new scars on your face and body, a sign that you still had a part to play in the Blood Wars. Which part, he cannot be sure of, but a part all the same.

"Glad to see that you made it out of the Hells before I did, Hellrider," you say, a small laugh in your voice as you take a step closer to him.

He scoffs, shaking his head as he averts his gaze from you. "Not a Hellrider anymore. And yet, I go from one war into another."

"The goblins?" you ask, causing him to nod at you before he frowns, unsure of how you know that. "One of them told me that I might find survivors of Elturel here. Never thought that you'd be included in the group."

"And now? Which side do you stand on?"

"Alway on your righthand side."

He smiles, knowing that your words are true. And you can tell that he's recounting the moments you two spent together. His body relaxes and he puts his crossbow away to welcome you with open arms.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 character #zevlor x reader #bg3 zevlor #baldurs gate 3 zevlor

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Can you make a fic of Sihtric with the appearance of s4 with a lady daughter of Lord Odda? Where she is willing to abandon her life in Saxon to live with Sihtric but he tries to deny her feelings because he considers her very young and thinks she will ruin her life since he can't offer good things to her. with a little smut

warnings: angst/lowkey fluff/lowkey smut. the biggest warning is Sihtric being an asshole, really.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: see ask!

word count: 1.8k

Note: you didn't tell me how this should end, so I'm sorry for this :')

taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylas-the-grim @anditsmywholeheart @bubbles-for-all-of-us

'But I wasn't too young for you last night?'

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You repressed a yawn while you listened to King Edward's speech. It was already later in the evening when everyone was gathered in the centre of the town, after Aethelred's funeral earlier that day. Sihtric had been eyeing you up all day already, and one of you had to make a move soon before anyone else would pick up on the tension between the two of you. 

You and Sihtric had been flirting ever since you first met, but being Odda the Elder's daughter came with restrictions. Your father, and every other Saxon for that matter, would never approve of you having a relationship with a Dane. That, and the fact that Sihtric was a few years older, and had to leave abruptly ever so often didn't make it easier. You had only kissed him a few times, in secret, and you never got further than that due to the lack of privacy and time. Yet, you couldn't deny your feelings for him and if you were completely honest, you'd give up your Saxon life for the Dane.

Sihtric got up from his seat and locked eyes with you as he smirked, making a slight motion for you to follow him. You saw Sihtric make his way to the Inn and you waited a few minutes before you snuck away from the public gathering to follow him. You hid your face under the hood of your cloak as you stepped into the Inn. Soon you felt Sihtric's strong grip on your arm as he pulled you with him, up the stairs, into the room he stayed in for a few days before he'd leave again.

'Finally,' Sihtric sighed after he closed the door behind him and watched how you took your cloak off. He wasted no time and rushed to you, cupping your cheeks to kiss you intensely.

A Saxon man would never do it like this, you thought to yourself and you melted into his kiss. You tugged at his leather belt while his hands trailed down to your waist, guiding you backwards to the bed. You smiled against his lips as he hummed upon feeling you lightly tugging at his hair, and you soon trailed your fingertips over the shaved side of his head, down to his neck. Sihtric lowered his hands down your hips to your thighs, eagerly pulling at your dress. You loved the roughness in his hands and you wanted nothing more than Sihtric ripping the dress off your body, but you knew you wouldn't be able to explain it to your father and the maids.

'Sihtric, wait,' you broke the kiss and smiled, 'be careful with my dress. I won't be able to explain a ripped dress to anyone. Just unlace it.'

Sihtric smirked and spun you around, pulling you back against his chest and he bit your ear seductively.

'You're going to make me wait even longer?'

'You've waited all this time already, I'm sure you can manage a few more minutes,' you chuckled as his hands trailed down your back to tug harshly at the laces of your dress.

'You overestimate my patience, lady,' he whispered raspily in your ear.

'And you underestimate my eagerness for you, Sihtric, so stop talking and just untie my dress already.'

Sihtric laughed and untied your dress as fast as he could, only to slow himself down as he was not able to resist kissing your neck and shoulders in the meantime. You sighed at the feeling and couldn't imagine what else he was going to do to you once he had you out of your dress.

Moments later you felt your dress slip down your shoulders, leaving you fully exposed with only your undergarments left. You turned to Sihtric, who quickly took off his leather belt, which fell to the floor with a heavy thump due to the weapons attached to it. You pulled his tunic off and smiled at the sight of his bare upper body. You grabbed his hands and pulled Sihtric on top of you as you laid down onto the bed. His lips found yours quickly and the more heated the kiss became, the rougher his hands felt on your skin as he was squeezing and digging his fingers into your flesh, leaving bruises for you to remember him by the next day.

'I've waited so long for you,' you sighed when he lowered his body onto yours, and you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

'So have I,' Sihtric smirked before he pulled down your lower garments.

He took off his own quickly after and positioned himself between your thighs. You gasped and threw your head back when you finally felt him inside you, and he was everything you had hoped for. He was rough and eager, but made sure it felt good for you too. 

And you smiled knowing that you had completely fallen in love with the Dane, who knew how to please you, and your father was going to be so disappointed in you. But Sihtric felt so good in this moment, that you simply couldn't care less about your bad behaviour.

But you didn't know that for Sihtric, this was nothing more than just a good hump. Sure, he was attracted to you, and under different circumstances he would've wanted to explore his chances with you. But he knew that a relationship with you was never going to be an option, so he'd just take any opportunity to enjoy you when he could. And he thought you felt the same.

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'Was it worth the wait?' you smiled, trying to catch your breath while Sihtric laid down on his side next to you.

'More than worth it,' he chuckled while he panted, causing you to blush. 

You turned to your side and buried your face in his neck, making him wrap his arms around you as he kissed the top of your head. Sihtric brushed his fingers through your messy hair and held you tight for a while as you planted soft kisses on his skin. Your lips kept wandering back to his, and he would never reject the taste of you, instead, he always snuck his tongue in your mouth at even the slightest opportunity you'd give him.

Eventually you rested your head upon his chest, smiling to yourself while you traced his scars with your fingertips, thinking of how you'd love to marry him.

'I should go,' you said with sadness after a while, 'I can't stay and sleep with you, my people will be worried for me.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, 'I know. I didn't expect you to stay the night.'

'You didn't?' you frowned lightly, a little hurt by his words.

'Not really,' Sihtric shrugged, 'what we did was already risky enough. I don't want to get you in trouble, lady,' he smiled.

His words somewhat satisfied you and you got up from the bed. Sihtric watched you with a smile as you got dressed while he leaned back onto the bed, the bedsheet only barely covering up his groin and a part of his thigh. You smiled at the sight of him and asked Sihtric to lace your dress up.

He fumbled with your dress for a while until you told him to just give up, to which Sihtric grinned and apologised. He said he'd walk you home but knew that wasn't a possibility, so he gave you a kiss goodbye before he opened the door for you.

'See you tomorrow?' you smiled shyly.

'Oh,' he sighed, 'I can't promise that. I won't have a lot of time tomorrow.'

'Oh,' you said softly and gave him a weak smile, 'I see. Well, good night then, Sihtric.'

'Good night, my lady,' he smiled and gave you a nod.

You walked back home, still flustered and happy that you finally had shared a bed with Sihtric, but you also felt a sudden deep sadness growing inside of you as you replayed your goodbyes in your head all night. You knew you'd give up everything for him, and figured it would be so much easier for him to express his feelings if you just told him you wished to be with him, leaving your Saxon life behind you.

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'Sihtric!' you smiled as you saw him approach the stables the next day.

'My lady,' Sihtric smiled, cautiously, before he placed his saddle onto a wooden fence.

You dropped the brush you had used on your horse and skipped over to Sihtric, wrapping your arms around his neck and you kissed his cheek.

'Oh, lady,' Sihtric chuckled nervously, holding his slightly hands up, away from you, 'you shouldn't-'

You hushed him as you kissed his lips quickly.

'No, stop,' Sihtric suddenly said and he shoved you away.

'What?' you asked, confused and shocked at the shove he just gave you.

'Don't kiss me.'

'W-what?' you frowned, 'but no one can see us here,' you smiled softly.

'Lady,' Sihtric sighed, 'I've enjoyed our secret kisses. And I enjoyed last night, but…'

'But... what?' you felt your stomach twist at his words.

'It was just a hump, nothing more. You can't just kiss me now whenever you see me. This, us,' he gestured to you, 'can never be. I thought you felt the same and just wanted a good time.'

You felt yourself become sick and stumbled a few steps back.

'So… I… you…' you stammered, 'I- I am nothing but a good time to you?'

'I don't know what you were expecting,' Sihtric continued and shrugged.

'But… I… I like you,' you suddenly said.

'Lady,' Sihtric scoffed, 'I am flattered, but I am not the right man for you.'

You needed a moment to collect your thoughts and watched how Sihtric turned away and picked up his saddle.

'You don't get to decide that for me,' you finally said while he saddled up his horse.

You watched Sihtric drop his head when he heard you speak.

'But I do,' he sighed and turned to face you, 'look, you're beautiful and smart and funny,' Sihtric said as he stepped closer to you, 'but you can't possibly think we have a future.'

'But I wish to leave with you! I will abandon my life here for you.'

Sihtric was taken aback by your words and rubbed his hands over his face and groaned.

'You're too young to make decisions like that,' he said curtly.

'But I wasn't too young for you last night?' you snapped.

'Lady, you know what I mean,' Sihtric hissed, 'you are just caught up in your feelings. I'm nothing more than a simple crush to you, you'll realise soon.'

'But I love you!'

'No,' Sihtric said harshly, 'you do not. You love the idea of me, lady.'

'Sihtric-'

'Do you even know what it's like? My life?' he spoke bitterly, 'I leave again tonight. And I don't know when I will be back, is that what you want? A man who you will barely see? A man who can't promise he'll return to you? Think, lady, use your brain, not your heart,' he sighed,' you will have no life with me. Nothing. I can't promise you anything, except that you will only ruin your name and your legacy if you'd be with me.'

'But, Sihtric, I-'

'Leave, lady,' Sihtric said, 'and forget about me.'

'If…. If I had known,' your voice trembled as you stepped back, 'that you were this heartless,' you let out a sob, 'I would have never given myself to you.'

You turned on your heels and walked away from Sihtric, allowing your tears to fall down your face when he couldn't see them. You heard Sihtric kick something over behind you with a grunt, but you never looked back over your shoulder. 

And you never knew that Sihtric cursed himself for hurting you like that, or how he would take out his own heartbreak on his enemies during the next battle, slaughtering men as if they were the reason he could never be with you. And you would never know that he would only ever love you, and only you, for the rest of his entire life. 

But it just wasn't meant to be.

#sihtric x you #sihtric x reader #the last kingdom fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #sihtric fic #tlk #sihtric kjartanson

[lix88888]

@thelunarsystemwrites

(I'm not very good at drawings, so I used a character maker)

This my Ink!

He is a superhero, and his name is "The Creator", though he also goes by Ink by now. Why? Because, this little guy right here, was one of the first superheroes, so he never made too much effort to hide his identity.

Sure, he always introduced himself as "The Creator, Protector of this city!" but this man doesn't even have a mask, he only has a hood that he uses mostly to blend into the night, so it only took some time before people knew his real identity, and he became famous for it.

Error is his nemesis, but the two of them are more like frenemies, so Error decided to not use this info to his advantage, it would ruin the whole "thing" they got going on! (Besides, he and Ink see each other every two weeks to watch movies, Error knows where he lives).

When Error decided he was tired of being a supervillain and just said "fuck it, I'm out", Ink came to the conclusion that he could also retire safely and trust the new generation of heroes to handle every new threat that would come.

(By the way, I talked about this with @its-paperd so it's all square)

By now, Ink is a retired superhero, and his job is to train new heroes and be a mentor (if they want to). The money he needs to live comes from things like royalties and products he sponsors and other things, so he doesn't need to work and dedicates himself to the new heroic endeavour of helping young heroes and teach them the ropes, and also not let them make his same mistakes.

His powers

Ink's powers, like in canon, are that he can create things using Broomie (not in the design, the character maker didn't have it) and smaller brushes he has inside in his many pants pockets. He uses "ink" to sort of power the brushes, and then he just needs to draw a rough shape and his imagination does the rest. With Broomie, Ink just needs to slash it in the air and think really hard, and the object he wants to create appears (he can also make small ink creatures to fight for him). However, there's a drawback: the "ink" he uses? Actually his black blood. (So, his power is actually also his weakness, because he'd pass out or die if he used too much blood)

Without the cloak, you could see that his arms are full of cuts, because that's where it's easiest to cut to get some blood flowing (also why his coat is black, hides the stains). He always used to carry a bannou knife on his person, so that he could quickly get access to his... weapon.

Now that he is retired and matured, he can understand that what he did was dangerous and self destructive, and so he takes great care that all new superheroes about the dangers of being self-sacrificial, and how they don't need to hurt themselves and forget their own value in order to be good heroes. He shows them his scars willingly, to make them understand that he's not talking about hypoteticals. He tries to be the mentor he would have wanted when he first started.

#ink sans #hero #character maker #utmv #lix writes #superhero AU

[silver-wield]

Relationship Development

Talks about Tifa

Bitches about how Cloud gave Tifa the flower she, as a peddler, forced on him for free.

Whines about fate

Wants reassurance she wasn't selfish and insulting Zack to his parents (she was)

Whining again about how nobody liked her and how "hard" her life was, knowing there's people with her who were literally tortured and had their entire homes burned by Shinra.

Tries to make him into a "ladies man" like she thinks Zack is.

What am I doing? Well, I'm pointing out how none of Aerith's convo options showcase any developing relationship between her and Cloud that isn't about her. She uses him to reassure herself when she's being a whiny bitch, but the rest of the time she's talking about others or chewing him out for imagined slights against her. Nothing between them is mutual or that positive. Even when she tries to make a prediction about his behaviour, it's wrong because he's not like Zack.

And those are the best options. The worst ones she just whines and looks disappointed he doesn't wanna indulge her the way Zack would while he gets mad at her for being a whiny flake.

There's no future being talked about between them. The only past is her complaining he gave a flower to another girl. There's nothing that says Cloud plans to have a life with this girl in the future or that he even plans to be around her in the future.

Also her convos have no link to the narrative. Her talking to Cloud about Tifa makes no difference to any scenes later. Even the choice with Zack's parents doesn't matter because Tifa appears and the cut scene covers over the choice that was made.

Plans to return to 7th heaven

Likes being in the limelight

Feels guilty he couldn't save the black cloaks

Wants to take Marlene to Gongaga and become a farmer

Wants reassurance he's doing the right thing

Wants comradeship in his hatred of Shinra

Between Barret and Cloud, there's a lot of angry "stick it to the man" convos. But there's also links between past scenes in Remake, with Barret talking about rebuilding the bar and Cloud offering to buy the first round, which shows Cloud plans to return there too. That shows Cloud's future plans involve being in Midgar at seventh heaven. And this is in Kalm he made that decision.

Later on he learns Barret really likes the limelight, even more than he probably assumed from their ordeal with the airbuster. This helps Cloud make the conclusion later that Barret wasn't behind the shooting at the GS.

We learn that in the future, after he's helped rebuild seventh heaven, Barret would like to take Marlene to a place like Gongaga and become a farmer. This shows Barret never had intentions of leaving Marlene with Cloud and Tifa permanently in otwtas.

In both Cosmo Canyon and Nibelheim Barret's looking for an ally in his hatred for Shinra. He wants someone to blame and take it out on and he wants someone to validate that. Cloud does to a degree, but he's never fully on board with hating Shinra because of his grunt status.

Cloud gets to know Barret. They share things in common, although they also have different views on certain things. Cloud's in agreement over returning to Midgar to rebuild the bar. This is his future plan. He's going home with Tifa once this is all over and will rebuild the bar with her.

Tifa's fishing for how much Cloud remembers. He recalls what dress she wore during the promise

Tifa's still fishing for info out of concern. Cloud promises they'll talk when they find time.

Tifa's weighed down by doubt and worry. Cloud reassures her.

Tifa offers to cook Claudia's pot roast recipe if Cloud remembers it.

Tifa's worried what people think. Cloud reassures her.

Tifa admits she was weary of avalanche's activities and didn't know what to do.

After Cloud's scarily accurate/inaccurate recollection of the Nibelheim incident, as well as their argument about whether she's real or not, the next morning she's on a mission to see what Cloud remembers. She asks him a few times about things he should know, and he always has the right answer, which shows he's the person she thinks he is.

Tifa's a worrier by nature, and she shares this with Cloud, who reassures her things will be fine. They talk about the bar and he says he'll be there to have a drink she makes for him. Again, this shows his plans are to return to the bar with Tifa.

We get a glimpse into how Tifa was tired of avalanche's activities, but didn't know what to do. Those people are her friends, and she's not the most confrontational of people, so she felt trapped until Cloud came along to help her. This is a link back to Remake and a hint about their promise.

Cloud and Tifa's relationship development has several links to their shared past, and the promise between them. We see some of Tifa's insecurities, as well as Cloud's decision about his future.

The difference between the convos with Tifa, and even Barret, is that we see Cloud's plans for the future. What he wants to do once they've defeated Sephiroth and they can go home.

His home is with Tifa in sector 7.

At no point in any convos with Aerith do we see any plans for the future with her. There's also no links to a past together that don't result in one or the other getting annoyed.

Meanwhile, even with Barret, Cloud says he'll go home and buy the first round of drinks, and he repeats this to Tifa later.

The relationship development conversations aren't just about getting points for a date or showing us insight into the rest of the characters. They also show us what Cloud's like, what his intentions are, who his past connections are with and why one girl gets a kiss while the other gets called nakama.

#FF7Rebirth spoilers

[bye-bye-sunbird]

Sunnie, I'm having anxiety rn so is it ok if I ask for a lil fluff with Capitano please? 🥺 Maybe he notices her trembling and hugs her or smth

Warning: Offscreen animal death.

It was snowing the day Capitano returned from his mission. Large flakes fell from the leaden sky and the world seemed colorless, as it often was. There was just a small ray of sunlight that pierced through the sky, but even that was losing its fight against the dark clouds. It was going to rain soon.

His horse, a dark creature every bit as large and intimidating as its rider, walked silently as Capitano held its reigns in his hand. He detested riding for too long, and now so close to home, he deemed it especially unnecessary.

It is impossible to imagine anything less welcoming and more solitary than the castle's entrance. He cared little for the gloomy appearance of the stone sculptures and dead garden, but an effort had been made to give it some life after the arrival of its most beloved inhabitant by planting pine trees and winterberries, which, somehow, made the place look even more somber. But you seemed to like walking there, perhaps because as gloomy as it was, it did not compare to the oppressive darkness inside the castle.

As he entered, a slight sound was heard; a heavenly, divine, ineffable sound, as sweet as that dying ray of sunshine. It was a hymn that came out of the garden's labyrinth; your voice.

You were singing, or crying, he couldn't tell one from the other at times.

He approached swiftly; him and his horse barely fitting between the walls of stone. He found you kneeling next to the labyrinth's main sculpture -a wicked beast of stone-, rocking something out of sight. You didn't have your cape on, and you were shaking like a leaf.

"Child, what are you doing out here dressed like that? You are going to get si--"

You turned to him, tears running down your face. You looked like a scared little girl as you gently show him what you had wrapped in your cloak, with a kind of reverence and pain. It was a small yellow bird.

"It's dead," you say, a sorrow in your tone so immense it pierced him like a sword, "One of its wings got stuck in the statue's jaws, I found it on the ground."

He looked closer at the bird, which turned out to be a canary. A house bird that had probably escaped from its cage and ventured into the harsh, icy winds of Snezhnaya. What a grim, ominous sight... no wonder you were so upset.

"I-It wasn't dead when I found it" you continued, "I thought about bringing it inside but Tempest would've harmed it."

That was true, he thought. You adored the cat he had brought you, but it was a wild, foul-tempered little beast that followed you everywhere you went. Tempest was a fitting name.

"I then thought about the greenhouse, but when I stood up it was... already..." you whimpered, "It was only a moment, I swear...", your trembling got worse as you held back the bird close to you.

Not even a second passed when you felt a heavy and warm fabric fall on your shoulders. Capitano was kneeling in front of you, without his coat, which now protected you against the viciousness of the weather.

"There is nothing you could have done," his words were bitter truth.

He knew you'd rather have a knight with a gentle face and honeyed lies, so it was surprising for him to see you lean towards him and hide your face in his chest. He lets you cry for a minute, delighting in that first voluntary closeness. It's the first drop of water that brought him back to reality.

"Come now, little dove. You are going to freeze to death yourself."

You nod gently, and stand up, still wrapping the bird in your arms.

"I... I can't leave it here."

"Then don't," he grabs you by your waist and places you on the saddle in a swift movement as if you weighed nothing at all. "Host a little funeral for it if that's what you want. But first, you must take a bath and get some warm food in your stomach."

You look down at the bird with a puzzled look.

"I'll guard it against the cat while you do what you are told."

#the capitano agenda #yandere capitano x reader #shumidehiro asks #yandere genshin impact #yandere #genshin impact x reader #yandere imagines #yanderecore #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere fatui harbingers #fatui harbingers x reader

[xxsycamore]

𝐉𝐄 𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . CHEVALIER X READER

► The stroke of midnight is soon to mark the arrival of your birthday, and all you can think about is Chevalier. He's yet to return home.

• rating: G • wordcount: 1,045 • masterlist • title taken from a namesake song by patrick watson, "I'll leave you words"

a/n: This fic is a gift for a dear friend of mine who has a birthday today (perhaps in a couple more hours in her timezone, but shhh...), @aquagirl1978 . Dear Aqua, you deserve the world, all my best wishes wouldn't be enough...thank you for being here, for all that you do for us. I'm not lying when I say that it's because of you that this place feels like home, I'm glad to have met you. I hope you can have many more wonderful moments of enjoying your favorite things, many moments of inspiration for your lovely works, many moments of laughter and many, many smiles. For starters, have a great day today, and I hope this little fic can add to the good mood! 🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤

Night has fallen over Rhodolite, draping it in its deep royal blue, a cloak of the richest kings for the town to slumber calmly underneath. It appears that this king has allowed an act of carelessness - all the gold coins from his pouch have spilled onto the sea of dark blue, rolling down far, so far that they've become miniature to the eye. Come morning, he'd send for them to be collected; right now, they're yours to admire.

The veil of clouds is thick yet you've spotted that little gap from where the tiny starts are twinkling down at you, and your gaze stays glued there as you wander off in thoughts.

You breathe in the scent of the closing page of today, and it bites back from within your lungs; the air is cold, of course it is, it's winter out there and you're wandering off into the cruel weather underdressed. This innocent little tip-toeing to the terrace is not without a reason, though admiring the night sky is more of an afterthought. You simply here with the idea that the chilly air would help awaken you a little.

Chevalier is still not back, and the clock is close to hitting midnight. You've purposely kept yourself busy until now, not wishing to go to bed without waiting for him first.

It's not that you put some sense of grandiosity to the occasion; you're not the one to demand such things, much less from your lover who has enough on his mind already. He might have forgotten even, and still you won't blame him for it - after all, you are getting something out of it. A negligible amount of selfishness, wanting for him to be the first you see on your birthday. A kiss, afterwards. You needn't even tell him, at least until the morning, when he's rested from yesterday's hardships and you can embed the thought of you in some distant corner of his refreshed mind to do with as he sees fit. You don't need lavish celebrations or all of Rhodolite's roses at your feet. A kiss after midnight will do.

You fail to suppress an yawn, despite priding yourself in having mastered that field under the stern eye of Sariel. The puff of warm air that comes with it is another waste of precious body warmth and you start missing the big and comfy bed for a whole another reason besides sleep. In record time the terrace is behind you, the dress discarded somewhere with the last remains of the coldness clinging to it - because you're already in your nightgown, all snuggled up in bed.

You hug what you call the "Chevie pillow" because of its yellow-beige tassels reminding you of his blonde hair. Having just come from outside, it's not too hard to imagine it sharing some kind of warmth with you - everything is warmer than your body right now, after all.

But with warmth comes sleepiness. As your last resort, some stubborn simpleton you are, you feel around on your nightstand for the book you've been reading. It's not some breath-hitching story able to keep you up all night as you were familiar with those, and thus you didn't pick it up sooner, but now… if you were to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be too bad to do it in the company of good book.

A distant sound of a bell comes to your ears, the stroke of midnight as you're used to hearing it. It takes a second or two even for you to realize.

You cuddle the Chevie pillow closer to your chest, imagination fast at work to paint a picture where Chevalier were able to return on time. Maybe it would've slipped from your mouth by now, you're not too good at keeping secrets. Maybe he would've given you that rare wide-eyed gaze enough to get lost in the irises of icy blue. Maybe, right after, a kiss.

It's not a sad thought, no, no, no! Now that the hands of the clock have aligned, the tension has dissipated, it seems. Now or in another hour, Chevalier is returning home, he is returning to you, he's slipping under the covers of your shared bed, and joining you in your dreams. Given that you would be dreaming by then.

Right, the book. You curl your toes under the comforter, feeling silly about the fact that you tried everything yet it was some daydreaming about your lover that finally lifted the slumber from your heavy eyelids somewhat. Taking a comfortable reading position, you open your book at the page where your bookmark faithfully waits for you.

Only, it's not the bookmark that you find there.

You take the note that was cleverly disguised as the familiar item and take a careful look at it under the light. Unfolding it, the breath refuses to come out of your lungs until you've made sure.

It's Chevalier's writing.

To the simpleton reading this well into the night,

Happy Birthday.

These two words on paper fail as a means to congratulate you, as I'd much rather be holding you in my arms right now. Even if I can tell they're most likely enough to make you smile this very moment.

Instead of waiting for me, I suggest you get some sleep. It would be best if you're well-rested for tomorrow.

Chevalier.

Tears fill the corners of your eyes, and you know the Chevie pillow will get to shine again as a replacement for the real thing, catching your tears as you bury your face in it. Instead of a coherent string of thoughts revolving around the fact that he remembered and moreover thought of such a clever way to surprise you, or the promises of the coming day, you make some kind of noise into the pillow that you're for once glad Chevalier is not around to hear and comment on. You stand like that for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe, think, anything.

You haphazardly shut the book with a thud and shove it somewhere in the nightstand, extinguishing the light and curling up onto your side clutching into your beige-colored loyal companion.

There is just one thing now.

How are you supposed to fall asleep?!

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[you-ren-emy]

I'm going to go off about some random filler episode that's supposedly at least somewhat Deidara centric, because...????

Shippuden ep 457 "Partners"

Right off the bat. Deidara's voice is....so deep. I was a little surprised because I haven't properly heard it in so long

(my timestamps are broken so...it's not exact.)

3:03 his height difference with Pein is surprising... You'd never really notice how short he is unless you looked into it. Really, Deidara has quite the aura.

4:04 Although I LOVE his half up half down hairstyle, I also loved his low ponytail. Realistically, it doesn't make sense for him to just switch up his style like that, he coulda kept it for a little longer, you know?...but they don't really care, I'd think so. (but for the fact that we see him tying his hair up, which is pretty pretty, it's forgivable you know)

(Timestamp inexact) For a few seconds in the overhead frame where they overlook the sand disc, I notice that Deidara is now wearing his socks. This is set in the past, so Dei wore beige "khakis" and sandals instead of the classic dark desaturated blue pants with matching "ninja shoes" with those.... Socks that have a stripe going OVER the shoe. So in this shot, he's supposed to be wearing his old clothes. It's not like he could just go "Hey wait here Danna, I'm going to go change my pants." (Which is weird and out of character, I should also mention that he already calls Sasori "Danna" despite having met him just today, which means Sasori has done NOTHING to earn Deidara's respect just yet. The disgrace.)

Also, Why'd they send the new kid out for the important mission of "take down the rogue member of our group"? To be fair, Dei has spark. Power. And they know that, but...? Oh, gee. It's a filler episode...

Somewhere around 5:20 Deidara opened up his cloak to reach out for clay. There are so many errors in these few frames? First of all, his nails ARE NOT supposed to be painted black yet! Why, did they just stop along the road, halting their important mission to get his nails done? Ludicrous. My attention is pointed to his clay pouch since he was reaching for that, and the chain dangling between said pouch and the belt is missing. At least they remembered that he had only one pouch on his left side at the time. He still has the bottom half of his cute kimono jacket but... It's that dark, desaturated blue like his new outfit. And he has the crop top and mesh undershirt above the belt now so HUH????? They didn't forget his new, shiny ring but they did forget the consistency of his clothing and... It's just kinda sad. Feels bad for the animators.

I should also mention that within the frame, his front hair fwips and flows, exposing his other eye sometimes. Though there isn't anything drawn there, which is fine enough, but in the next few frames when he turned to look at Sasori to his right, Deidara SUDDENLY has his eye scope even though at that point, he was fresh in and probably didn't develop it yet. (Okay but I kinda found it endearing how enthusiastic he was to perform his art.)

Somewhere in 5:30 something, Deidara's face is a lil derpy which is cute

Orochimaru appears. Knows Deidara immediately, calls him a kid which Deidara's opposes to. Look...orochi is like... A grandpa compared to him, so, that's fair enough to say, isn't it?

Sasori sent Deidara to go lookout, which Deidara looked annoyed about. Sasori said that Deidara, unless he had any grudges, wouldn't have any reason to fight the snake man. Which, fair. At that point, he probably held nothing against...but he looked and sounded miffed about it. Maybe just because he wants to preform his art and not because of a mysterious grudge? I don't know. This is a filler.

...well crap I ran out of image slots. Here's to hoping your imagination still works because I AM NOT DONE!

Sasori is fighting using a dead guy's corpse, Orochi summons said dead guy from the grave, Deidara looks somehow cute looking down from above. But he's also supposed to be handsome...hmmph.

Dang. Feels bad for the third Kazekage over there.

NOOO THE IRON SAND RAINED UP AT DEI AND ended up destroying the wing of his ride somehow...? He's coming crashing down.... Poor guy.

9:00 Deidara is raining explosives! Not much to comment.

In the subsequent scene, he's descending FAST into the ground. Which means you can catch his eye scope EVEN IF HES NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE IT YET

He's...getting a nice chance to shine, even if it's futile. Go, go Dei.

"After you two die, I'll resurrect you both in the same way."

...

Well...not you though, snake.

Gee, the Kazekage really has it rough being Sasori's puppet and Orochimaru's pawn at the same time.

5:48 something Dei's flock of creations are being sent after Orochimaru www, he gets to have his scene and his signature line is said! "Art is... An explosion!" And sounds so enthusiastic too!~ so glad he's happy here, blowing up the sand disc thing....

...though there is one thing to mention. And it's that his ring, though on the correct hand and finger, is on the upper part of his finger just under the nail for some reason.

Man, that explosion was so dramatic.

Heh, everyone's having a holographic zoom meeting. No comment here... Well, one. Deidara. He's very cute there.

Oh. Second half. Hidan's there. I find it funny how he has a modern day jacket as his original fit... Either that or he hasn't got a top on. Inconsistencies. I much prefer the jacket though.

Now....many a minutes later. 18:55. Deidara's there, fleeting cherry blossoms. Deidara's doing his thing, performing his art. He blows up a castle! He looks very happy, he's in his element, he's where he's supposed to be! I don't know what art makes him feel like...but it seems to be good.

Dei... always so flashy.

There isn't Deidara anymore, so, I'm signing out.

#this is just a filler episode but still #Deidara #naruto shippuden #akatsuki #i wrote this in four something in the moening im sorry #feels bad for the animators #at the very least #Deidara's good looking #never pause naruto you might just end up with an inconsistent character design #comeon. share your weird episode nitpicks too...or not?

[house-of-mirrors]

@vonlipvig answering on this blog!

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Answered here for Orsinio but I'll talk about Samuel! He trusts everyone until he doesn't, and he mistrusts everyone until he does. "Well yes, but actually no." You understand. No one is barred entry from his bar, but if you cause problems, you get physically removed, no strong feelings, simple as that.

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Orsinio is talkative and impulsive, inclined to speak without thinking first. He can come up with words quickly on the fly, exhibiting a cleverness in arguments and verbal fights. If he has a more serious emotional thing to talk about, he plans out a scripted response but rarely actually winds up using it before breaking to a more spur of the moment thing. When he's stressed, it's common for him to lose speech, so sometimes he does not talk at all. A quiet O means there has been devastation.

Similarly, a Samuel who is talking means there has been even more devastation. Normally, Samuel tries to say as little as possible, unless he's telling a story, and he never phrases anything as a question.

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

I, the author, struggle to explain the difference

Well, almost none of my ocs experience romantic love! Lucretia is the only one that does and is still demiromantic. Aro spectrum for the win.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Orsinio is almost always introspecting. He's gotten better with time but still will dwell on mistakes or times he could have done or said or felt something better. He can have a black and white approach to morality at times. Obsesses over things and knows when he's in too deep but can't stop. Considers mental health issues to be a flaw because of the time period and blames it on "a weak constitution." Has a hard time letting people help. Orsinio is very hard on himself. Flaws he forgives in others are not forgiven in himself. He's really trying to get better though, especially since not studying the discordance and getting a handle on the grief process after nemesis. The Neath doesn't have therapy but does have cosmic horror vibe checks.

D. Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

When I first started playing, Orsinio used to have brown hair. He wore goggles everywhere and then his design got spectacles for outside the lab. I imagined him in adventurous gear, like belts and pouches and things, before switching to the more elegant outfits of the late 19th century, though he's always had a cloak. It was part of his character arc when he got a cane, when he got white streaks in his hair, and when he started to dress in heavier layers. In the future, he'll get a beard, and as he recovers from trauma will gain some weight. I've been seriously struggling with health since I started playing in 2020 so there's a bit of projection there but yeah. He deserves healing. Dilf Orsinio is endgame.

Everyone else has pretty much stayed the same! Orsinio was my first when I didn't know a lot about the game or how I wanted to roleplay, so he went through the most changes.

E. Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

We would be able to relate on disabilities and love for literature and music, but I'm not sure we would be able to get on more than that. Orsinio would annoy me with his lack of self awareness and reluctance to get help. I have self preservation instincts. We can both be stubborn and inflexible in thinking at times. If we were just meeting for an afternoon in a coffee shop, sure we'd get along. A passionate discussion about Shakespeare and astrophysics, and then I tell him about the marvels of the MRI.

Miles is a no, absolutely not. Ignoring all the robber baron things and dark magic, they have a social media influencer personality. They would dislike me for shopping at thrift stores and I'd make them wash one dish and they'd cry.

Samuel yes, totally. I sit at the bar and talk for an hour while he nods and provides interesting drink recipes. Great time.

Captain Min, sure, I'll be a space adventure story side character and can be very useful doing ledgers and maps

Lucretia is one I'm not sure how to answer. We're both pretty reserved. I think I could have a friendship with her like I have with some of my friends from grad school who are >25 years older than me. Pleasant and encouraging on both sides with a strong awareness of me being young for her to be my parent slakdsfdls

#thanks for the ask #oc: orsinio #oc: samuel #<3 #oc: miles #oc: lucretia #oc: the captain #new oc tags

[intothewestwing]

If I Can't Love Her - Ch 15

"Lift your chin up, dear! I need exact measurements if I am going to make you the best-dressed girl in France!"

Madame Delile was quite the character. She almost gave Belle a fright when they'd first met, as she didn't expect a woman to animate from a pile of unseemly scraps of fabric and ribbons.

Since they'd met, Madame had recalled her time as the palace's seamstress, designing only the finest clothes for the highest paying employers across the globe. And to her misfortune, she'd been staying exclusively with the royal family when the curse was set. The tattered cloaks and sparse shirtings The Beast wore were once said to be of the finest tailored garments across kingdoms, all part of an exclusive collection of course.

Belle had practically memorized Madame's stories of her travels, and while she remained kind, she found much more interest in the Queen's diary. Especially after she'd heard the repeat of Madame's stories several times in one day.

The village girl stood in the center of her suite, holding the diary in front of her at such an awkward angle, due to the flurry of ribbons and textiles that flew around her as Madame gathered her measurements.

"Now some sashing here...Oh! And the beaded trim would go here! Oh gold is such your color... And a matching rouge for those cheeks! C'est parfait!"

Once Madame was finished, she collected her ribbons back into her singular form, and Belle noticed a small glint in her buttoned eyes. It must have been a long time since Madame had anyone to design for...

"So? What do we think? I know you requested, uh..." Madame raised a ribboned brow. "'Plaine et ennuyeuse'.... But could I sway you on some beads? A bow? Lace maybe?"

Her voice was so filled with hope...Belle couldn't say no. After all, it had been a long time since she'd had anything nicer to wear. Looking in the mirror, she imagined herself in a gown of silk, with her hair tied and curled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try something new.

With a smile, she nodded in agreement.

"Perhaps you're right, Madame. Change is good."

"C'est magnifique!" Madame shook her 'hands' in excitement and pulled the rope along the wall, summoning another servant. "I will have everything ordered for the next shipment!"

Belle's brow furrowed as she slipped on her day dress, a temporary once Madame had lent her. "Shipment?"

"Oui! You didn't think we were cut off from the world completely, did you?"

The young woman had never thought about where their supplies must come from, but what Madame was saying made sense.

"We have shipments delivered once a month. We put in our requests for soaps, spices, meats, books, other necessary things. And by one way or another," Madame shrugged with her 'hands'. "...it appears!"

"Which means that you, my dear friend, will be dressed in only the finest threads from around the globe, just like a proper princesse!"

Belle began to argue, but was interrupted by a male voice.

"That is only if your request is approved by...whoever approves it!"

The head of household, Cogsworth, appeared in the doorway, seemingly uptight and annoyed as ever. This seemed to be his constant state, Belle had remarked. Even through his gears and metal embellishments, his frowning expression was one she saw more often than not.

"Monsieur Cogsworth! You're just in time. I shall draft a list for you to add. I shall require silks, satins, brocades..."

Madame continued with her verbal list, while Cogsworth ushered Belle toward him.

"Lunch is being served in the main dining room, if you're feeling in need of an escape." He motioned toward Madame Delile, who was circling the suite and continuing her rant.

Belle stifled a laugh and quickly grabbed the Queen's diary before heading to the dining room for lunch, giving silent condolences to the head of the royal staff.

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The Beast had already begun eating when Belle arrived. He and Lumiere had been practicing the arts of 'suave gentility' and 'table manners', and before she had entered, he was confident in his ability to woo her. But once Lumiere opened the doors for her, all of that confidence drained straight into his gut, and he began tasting the finger foods out of fear.

Belle didn't quite know how to feel towards The Beast. On one hand, he seemed genuine and honest, but on the other, his temper was a monster of its own, that she felt she was in constant battle with. She could only hope that The Beast would be on her side today.

She found her place, at the opposite end of the table from The Beast, and surveyed the array of appetizers set out for them, before returning to her chosen read.

Lumiere had suggested that The Beast choose something safe to start with. A simple soup with sides of bread to dip, to which he'd already scarfed down.

From behind Belle's chair, Lumiere motioned toward Belle, urging his master to talk to her.

Beast cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Uh... Good afternoon."

The awkward energy between them practically hurt.

Belle, without looking up, replied. "Good afternoon." She had mastered the art of reading and socializing, as she'd learned it appeared rude to just plain ignore those speaking to her, though she typically preferred to be left alone when reading.

Beast cluelessly looked back up at Lumiere, who was practically snapping himself in two in trying to direct his master.

A scattering of servants brought a few trays out to Belle and set them in front of her. She'd be given her choice of what to eat, as usual, though she usually picked a bit from everything.

He waited for more trays to be brought to him as well, but Beast was surprised to learn that Lumiere had told them to leave him with his soup. They hadn't had time to go over all of the necessary table manner rules, and the footman wasn't about to risk their lives over a leg of meat.

Beast, incredibly awkwardly, attempted to pick up the soup spoon, just like Lumiere had showed him. This would be a sorry attempt, as his sharp claws caused the metal to slip and fall out of his paw and back onto the table.

Accepting defeat, Lumiere left the room.

He tried again, only to drop it in his soup bowl that caused a horrid clattering sound.

Belle looked up from her book at the sound.

"Are you alright?" She asked, worriedly.

Beast rested his arm on the table and leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just completely embarrassed himself.

"Oh, yes of course. You know how it goes... Soup."

If Lumiere had witnessed this exchange, he'd have lit himself on fire.

"Right..." Belle smiled and nodded, before hiding her face behind her book.

Beast's face flushed pink and he hid his face in his paws. This lunchtime interaction was not going as planned.

He peered through his fingers to see if she'd looked up, and that's when he noticed what she was reading. He couldn't quite place it, but it was familiar to him.

"What are you reading?"

This question was definitely the correct one.

Belle sat up and shifted her seating position so it was more comfortable.

"It's a diary I found. This woman, she is incredible. It's her firsthand accounts of adventures, voyages, across this side of the world. She used to travel a lot. Before she married, anyway."

Beast leaned closer to the table as she described the diary, still trying to figure out why it was so familial to him.

Belle took a sip of her wine before continuing.

"How awful would it be? To be in an arranged marriage, that is."

Beast shifted uncomfortably.

"I can't imagine my father promising me to the highest bidder. How demeaning and inhumane."

"That's... That's not always the case!"

Belle tilted her head to finally make eye contact with the distant figure at the end of the table.

"Oh? Is that so?" Her voice was challenging as she begged for the man in the room's opinion on what it was like to be a woman in such a society.

This is when he knew he'd made a mistake.

"I just meant, it's not always like that."

"You sound as though you speak from experience."

"No, no! I..." Beast thought it best to change the subject, before he revealed more than he already had. "Whose diary is that anyway? Where did you get it?"

Belle closed the journal and crossed her arms.

"I found it. From what I've read, it seemed to belong to a queen who'd lived here." She struggled to remember the name. "I believe a Queen-"

"Stop. I need it."

Belle shook her head. "After I'm done, you can read it."

"No, I need it back. Now."

Beast felt the warmth from his cheeks that was once embarrassment rise to anger as he realized she was grasping his late mother's diary. A diary he'd thought had been lost to time.

Belle, however, was not backing down.

"No! I said you can have it when I'm done!"

The servants snuck into the dining room once they began to hear shouting, ready to clean up before things got messy. But by the time they entered, Beast had flung his soup bowl across the room at the wall.

Lumiere approached his master to try and diffuse the situation.

"Sire, why don't you have another drink and we can talk about-"

Beast grabbed Lumiere by his collar, threatening to crush his waxy throat behind it. He felt a wild, animalistic rage behind his actions, and a growl behind his words. He was losing control again.

"Did you give it to her? I told you she wasn't allowed in the archives!"

"Master...Please..." The servant begged. Not so long ago, this was a common occurrence, but he truly hadn't missed being under The Beast's claws.

Belle suddenly grabbed his forearm and attempted to pull the grip loose from Lumiere as The Beast continued to snarl at his prey.

"I'm... the one... who found it!" She continued pulling on his arm, even at his fur until he finally let his servant go.

"He had nothing to do with it! It was hidden in the East Wing." Out of breath, but still fearlessly, she stood a mere inches from The Beast with her hands in the air, as if she were taming a wild animal.

"If you're going to be angry at anyone, be angry with me. Just...don't hurt them."

The Beast's breath began to slow as he calmed down. He watched as Mrs. Potts aided Lumiere and walked him back into the kitchens, while other staff whisked away the broken porcelain of the shattered dishes. His vision wasn't red and hot anymore, and his eyes softened as he met Belle's fearful gaze.

Once again, he'd hurt her. Not physically, but this action, this behavior, was still a wound.

He looked down at his claws and made certain he wasn't gripping onto her.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." He said breathlessly, ever ashamed for his actions once again.

This apology was the last thing Belle expected, and was almost shocked to hear it.

"I... I don't know what came over me." Beast tried to think through his actions, why he got so angry, why that situation was angering in the first place... But it was all blank. He shook his head, trying to remember, but was brought back to reality by Belle slipping her hand into his paw.

"No!" He immediately rejected her touch and pulled his claws away from Belle, afraid to touch her. He kept them close to his chest and backed up from her.

Belle shook her head, confused. Was he... afraid of her? It seemed as much. She didn't quite know what to say or how to diffuse this, as a man had never feared her touch before.

A man.

She caught herself thinking of The Beast as such, and recalled how quickly he could change from monster to a man. He could be a gentleman, the kind that enjoyed her company and left flowers at her door. And other times, well, she'd seen his unforgiving wrath before.

But now... A simple apology, correcting his harmful behaviors... He was changing before her, and her before him, though neither of them wholly recognized it.

"Beast..."

"I-I'll be having dinner in my suite tonight." He said quickly, to no one in particular, before exiting the dining room and retreating to The West Wing for the night.

With a frustrating silence and more unanswered questions, Belle left the diary on the dining room table, hoping it would magically return to its rightful place in the archives.

Its secrets, she thought, would be better left as secrets.

#beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeast #beauty and the beast retelling #beautyandthebeast fanfic #fairytale retelling #batb au #beauty and the beast fic #batb #batb disney #beast #belle #batb 1991 #batb fanfic

[marshmallowprotection]

How would Saeray react if I shyly confessed to him that I really loved his Ray outfit -

Yes, it - it's me, back at it again with ogling at the historical fashion XD ;;;

Is it cringy that every time we saw Ray, I stared in quiet awe at his appearance? Probably...very much XD I keep going on and on about this, I'm seriously a broken record

But I don't just like the clothes - well I mean I do, but - it's mostly that I think it looks so good on him

Saeran is breathtakingly handsome on his own, inside and out

But that suit -

The waistcoat

The tailcoat -

It makes my cheesy little heart fly.

...

But, of course, we all know that he didn't choose to wear what he did. It was Rika, and even if he now feels neutral towards her in opinion, he must still have some...complicated memories surrounding her.

So...how do you think he'd react if I ever told him that I...actually did quite like Ray's outfit? (Minus the cravat - its symbolism shatters the prettiness it might have to look at).

How do you think he'd react? What do you think he'd say?

I mean...I know it's only clothing, but it did have a sizable amount of imagery behind it.

Which...he would absolutely remember.

...

It's not at all that I'd expect him to dress that way again - Saeran is irresistible however he looks (😂)

It's more just like

Ugh, I can't explain it 😂

If I ever did say it, i'd picture it to be a whisper I'd make without fully thinking as I watched this glorious man dress (not in a weird way;;)

...would he just look back at me? 😂😂😂

GE Saeran would be the one to admit that Ray didn't pick any of his clothes. Rika did. She decided what he would wear, and Ray wasn't a fan of it. He wanted to dress like how he felt... and if he had a choice, it's possible that he would've cloaked himself like a gothic prince in a tall tower. He was miserable and the best way to show that would've been through his clothes.

The bright colors were meant to force him into seeing this place as something that could save him... but Mint Eye wasn't going to save him. It only tore him down until he was pleading for mercy. He didn't have a lot of control in that place and it goes without saying that all of those experiences didn't do much good for him in the long run.

But if there's one thing that made that experience more tolerable, it was the fact that you were there with him and it finally felt like he had something worth living for.

If there was one thing you did back in that place, it was how you made him feel like he was finally a prince.

When you kissed him, it felt like the frog had finally transformed back into the form that he originally was. For once, those colorful clothes felt like they were useful in expressing how he imagined himself all of that time he spent in la-la-land. It did a world of wonder for Ray. That was the happiest moment of Ray's life.

That's why he doesn't look back at dressing that way as something that is abysmal or traumatizing. Those memories might be tough to navigate but it's the fact that you were involved with them near the end that allows him to feel like he can breathe and see something different in the darkness.

If you like him dressed up in that way, he certainly wouldn't mind doing it more often. As long as he gets to be the first person to see you smile when you wake up, this man will do pretty much anything you ask. Besides, it would be a lie to say he isn’t interested in being your prince to this day. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to.

So, all you have to do is say that you want to see something like that soon and he would make it happen without a shadow of a doubt. I hope you're ready for a masquerade party in the back garden. He's that kind of person and he's the one you can trust to find the devil in the details.

#ask #sheepsdreamworld #mod kait #mysme #mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mm #ray choi #choi ray #saeran choi #choi saeran #saeray #ge saeran #saeran #saeran mysme #saeran mm #saeran mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeran #mm saeran #mysme saeran

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Tam Lin Saiou AU

Ves: okay please consider. saiou tam lin (osp link if you're not familiar w the fairy tale: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UF3O6Xkpscs&list=WL&index=1&pp=gAQBiAQB) i left the prompt vague because i can't decide who should be who. both options are SO funny to me why do saiou always end up pregante in my fairy tale aus i do not know ALL THE BEST FAIRY TALES INVOLVE IT OKAY I STILL CAN'T DECIDE…probably tam lin!kokichi though, i suppose it makes more sense it's not as easy as lindwyrm for me. who tf do i make the queen,,,

Me: the heroine is just like Shuichi going to the love hotel She Knows What She Came Here For [as for the queen] Angie maybe? it's a bit of a step up from asking for blood but Ves: WHY SHE LIKE THAT she's not asking she's giving remember

Hina: See in my head I lean toward Kokichi Janet with the way the video described the two I'm just in my head imagining the hilarity of Kokichi pretending to be all "Oops i forgor" while Shuichis like. "Hold up wait you don't actually. Like. Actually it's fine I can take something else it's fine."

Ves: i tip towards janet shuuichi just bc he's the one i hc as being able to get pregananante Hina: See I was just. Ignoring that. DIDNT HAPPEN I just can't imagine Shuichi being all cool with that if that's the outcome Me: Do it I knew it! You and your anti-children agenda Hina: WHAT DO YOU MEAN Me: exactly what I said, I knew you're going to try to erase the child out of the story, but not on my watch Ves: allister is in hina's walls Checkers: Hina how else would you explain the baby daddy part Hina: Maybe you just have an agenda for children smh Me: that's not mutually exclusive heroine just wanted a hook up, she wouldn't come back if it didn't happen Hina: Easy, Janet was intrigued by what happened and wanted to come back Ves: you'd have to completely cut out the part about the father and the knights Checkers: no the the tam lin can't hurt her bc he's her baby daddy part Dra: Hina has the single father Shu au Defending the bestie and leaving djfjd Me: that's because it's a pre-existing child, alive for narrative purposes, he doesn't let saiou have children together tho and takes any opportunity to get rid of fetuses Hina: If they're mutually each other's firsts that's another way to connect them Ves: i mean, we could have him hurt shuuichi… Hina: OR THAT I FUCKING GUESS Checkers: ves he turns into fire like "can kill people" fire Hina: Fireproof cloak Checkers: how about the red-hot iron Ves: i've always thought the newer versions where she clings to him even though he burns are sweet Hina: Is standing in water when the fire is cast

Ves: but could kokichi manage a reputation as a bodice ripper. i think no actually yes he just lied 'ooooh don't go to carterhaugh or fair tam lin will take your maidenhead' tam lin has never felt the touch of another he's shaking Me: he was just being silly, securing the gifts he actually wants, he didn't expect horny people to seek him out, he doesn't even have a known appearance! Ves: he's a little magpie, he wanted the shinies, he was not prepared OOO new thought. the two headed rose as a metaphor the first thing janet does in carterhaugh is pick a two-headed rose, which is what tam lin shows up to bitch at her for initially. for shuuichi it could be a representation of his curiosity, his fascination with strange and mildly dangerous things kokichi is the rose. i've connected the dots /ref what direction are we heading with the faerie queen? depending on ur adaptation she's treated either like a mother figure or a toxic gf and that affects what character we pick

Checkers: what if she just sees him as more a toy and less a lover? Ves: so junko then? or moogi O MY GOD YOU GUYS DID YOU KNOW THAT IN SOME VERSIONS THEY'RE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE HE WAS TAKEN BY THE FAERIE QUEEN I- this provides more justification for the baby actually THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE MAYBE WERE EVEN IN LOVE BEFORE KOKICHI WAS STOLEN…

Hina: What if Nobody was stolen Ves: THAT IS THE ENTIRE CONCEIT OF THE FAIRY TALE?? Hina: Ran away And got caught Ves: no. THAT'S JUST ANGST FOR ANGST'S SAKE, IT DOESN'T EVEN FIT IN THE STORY!! THEY'RE ALREADY GOING TF THROUGH IT WHY MUST YOU CRAM IN MORE Hina: LISTEN Ves: listening. Hina: I just I think it'd be funny (I had an idea but it doesn't work so nvm)

Ves: is it not MORE angsty for shuuichi to think kokichi finally got bored of him and bolted, meanwhile he's held captive as a future sacrifice Hina: I had an idea if Tsumugi was the queen or whatever but I realized it doesn't work with Kokichi Ves: imagine heading into the woods to fuck and meeting your long lost childhood love queen tsumugi still works with kokichi i think? Hina: In general it does but I had an idea hinged on Shuichi and Tsumugi being siblings skskskske Ves: yeah that doesn't work they're different species ndsjghsgf maybe in a tamlin!shuuichi variant? Hina: The idea was kinda Tsumugi snatching herself a brother Ves: TSUMUGI. THAT'S NOT FREE Hina: YEAH BUT SHE WANTED A SIBLING They keep getting sacrificed for being human smh

#I can't believe they successfully derailed it til the end #somebody. anybody out there. avenge me. write mpreg unapologetically #if I ever fall into derangement and make something with saiou having a stupid amount of bio kids. know who is the most likely culprit #breaking my last straw #danganronpa #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #saiouma #made by me #writing prompt #writing inspiration #tsumugi shirogane #angie yonaga

[thephantomhivefuckboi]

♞Kuroshitsuji Joker Theory♞

(Beware, for this will contain Kuroshitsuji manga spoilers.)

Okay, so a thought literally just occurred to me. I will do my utmost very best to explain it the best way I possibly can, so please bear with me.

So, I've discovered here on tumblr that there is this theory speculating that Polaris is probably Joker:

Which to be honest, is a very good theory that I personally enjoy, for it honestly makes a lot of sense. And in my opinion, it kind of makes a lot more sense since Doll was recently revealed within the manga as well. However, when I decided to re-read a page from the manga —Specifically chapter 137, I had discovered something that I'm hoping everyone else that read the manga saw as well.

Now, if this guy is Joker like the theory said, then...

WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS GUY, THEN?! Could it be that Joker isn't Polaris afterall? Because who else could this person shown here be? BUT yet again, what if this cloaked man actually is Joker? Allow for me to explain.

Now, I recently thought of a bit of a theory that could perhaps make sense. Do you guys remember when Barron Kelvin remade the basement into the place where R!Ciel was sacrificed in, especially the locked in cages that contained those poor children?

How on earth could this absolute madman possibly had known how it looked down to every detail when he wasn't even there? The fact that he created it so that it would look exactly like how O!Ciel, and R!Ciel had experienced it is quite bizarre say the least...But I think that there may be an answer to that.

What if this guy actually is Joker? Perhaps Joker was a witness to this whole thing, and as soon as things started to escalate, he quickly left. Perhaps that would also explain why we didn't see this guy get killed by Sebastian within the manga when O!Ciel gave him his first order to kill the ones who did those horrid things to both O!Ciel and R!Ciel. (And how this guy hadn't been shown anymore after that one panel in chapter 137. This dude literally made one single appearance, then dipped. Coincidence? I think NOT!)

And not to mention that when the news was broken to Baron Kelvin that a buyer had gotten ahold of the Phantomhive twins, and that they were to later on be used as sacrificial lambs, Kelvin had begged to be taken to that same place that they were in:

And since Kelvin himself couldn't just go with the man who had just broken the news to him (due to not being able to walk due to his recent operation, and because the man had hurried up and left the room when Kelvin began to behave hysterical), what if Kelvin himself had ordered Joker to go follow the man to the location where the twins were being held, and perhaps save the twins, thus is why this cloaked individual here is randomly shown in Chapter 137 of Black Butler? I like to imagine that Joker had made it to the location, he disguised himself as a member of the cult to blend in with the crowd, and was pretty much silently watching everything unfold before his very eyes.

This would also explain how Kelvin knew of how the place where R!Ciel had been sacrificed, and how it all went down.—Because Joker told him everything about it. (i.e the appearance, the cages, the children within the cages, the table used for the sacrifice, the pentagram engraved under the sacrificing table, etc.) He probably didn't tell Kelvin about Sebastian being summoned, for Kelvin probably would've thought Joker was spouting nonsense.

And by the look on Jokers' face within this panel of the manga, I'm quite certain that fear isn't the only thing you can see on his face, but also guilt and anxiousness. I have a theory speculating that whilst Kelvin was boasting about re-creating the basement to look exactly as that satanic alter where R!Ciel was sacrificed, Joker was probably afraid that Kelvin was gonna reveal to Ciel that he had sent Joker to the place where those horrid things had happened to he and his brother that very day which probably would've caused Ciel to go mad, and probably shoot Joker, or just order Sebastian to murder him right away. But Kelvin wasn't able to finish his sentence due to Ciel immediately shooting him:

(Serves this nigga right, for I'd shoot his ass, too 🤷🏽‍♀️)

What do you guys think about this? I mean, don't get me wrong, I feel like I could be incorrect about all this, or that it could just be a coincidence, but yet again, you also gotta think to yourself—Not everything is a coincidence in Kuroshitsuji, for there are quite a lot of observations to make when it's a supernatural series full of all of numerous different mysteries.

But yeah, that's really all I've got to say about that, but let me know what you guys think about this theory.~

-Astre♞

#kuroshitsuji #Black Butler theory #I don't need sleep #Not a crack theory #Joker Kuroshitsuji #black butler joker

[ashestoshadows]

The silent threat that lurks amongst you...

(Human, yandere, male) Zoroark x Reader

Idk why I wrote this at, like, 3AM but I want to try and write more violent yandere stuff. And here's my first attempt: with a male and very aggressive Zoroark. And yes this is in someway headcanons (and a small story if you will- i'll maybe expand further with this)

The reader was given no gender here so you can project your own here; I also made the yandere here basically mute as I just thought it worked better that way so you just imagine what he's likely thinking as he never makes a peep really. besides laughing.

(Trigger warnings? Stalking, violence, reveling in someones pain/sadistic-ish)

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Zoroark's are famous for their strong unity when in packs

Even as humans, Pokehumans, their unity is just as strong as their normal counterparts

You must of have done something to garner one to notice, let alone pay any mind to you, as they usually don’t care as long as you stay far enough away and don’t hurt any of their kits

Most Zoroark's are male but there is the offset it’s a female, males are much more territorial and protective of their packs

While the females just stay in their den, and protect their young, even risking their lives for them

Females sometimes also hunt for abandoned Zorua's to adopt for themselves and make sure they survive until they're ready to leave and hunt for themselves

But nonetheless with the side notes on them and their habits-

A male hybrid walked out from the cloak of darkness and peeked behind a tree. He noticed you walking by, you appeared to be alone… Quite foolish considering many strong creatures roamed these paths and lands.

He let out a giggle, but he continued to watch. Slowly trailing behind you and taking great entertainment at watching your naivety. Taking the form of a small creature such as Greedent so you wouldn’t pay his presence any mind, or care, as he came into your eyesight.

 Your eyes locked with the small squirrel who ran up to you and handed you a small flower. It was small and the smell was airy and sweet, as you smelled it "Thank you little guy" you smiled at the squirrel before it dashed off… although a bit too quickly for what you're used to.

You continued walking down the path as you continued humming, birds fluttering about continuing their own days like usual and same for you as well.

Weeks passed since then and they slowly began testing their luck. Just quickly passing by.

But regardless, Zoroark's can be very aggressive and this one saw you as his property.

He eventually showed himself, long red hair pulled back into a long loose ponytail accompanied  by a green jewel separating the two parts. Small parts sticking out all over the place.

You instantly tensed up and let out a gasp as you continued backing up until you were stuck; back to a tree as he kept walking closer and closer until his face was basically inches from yours

He said nothing as his green eyes pierced into yours with obvious ill-intentions of some kind. You yelped at feeling one of his clawed hands grasping at your cheek, holding your face to look at him.

Your breathe quickened as he suddenly did something, your eyes shut as you awaited the inevitable. You were at his mercy. But he… licked your face? And as quick as he appeared he was gone.

You shivered feeling his saliva on your cheek starting to dry up as you got up. Quickly picked up your bag which you dropped before you took off running like an athlete

 "What… the fuck??"

This wasn't your last encounter, don’t get your hopes up.

That moment looped in your head for days as you racked it for any reason for why as you bumped into someone… you were lost now as you didn't recognise where you were.

"Excuse me, sir?" you spoke your voice snapping the male out of his thoughts as he looked at you, his head cocked to the side as in listening

"Where am I? How do I get back on the path?" he pointed to the right of him as he began walking, you quickly followed behind him very thankful you bumped into to someone here.

You were forced to trek though these woods as your village was here in the middle of the woods and you had no Pokemon to help you with transportation or protection. So you were likely going to meet said creature you met before again.

You hoped not though as he scared you, you had no real knowledge on Pokemon, nonetheless whatever creature he was. You stopped abruptly as you realised you were back on the path, and you sighed looking around to find the stranger to say thank you to but found nada.

"THANK YOU!" you yelled hoping he heard as you continued, a small giggle could be heard as you yelped in surprise dreading who you thought it was

 You felt something brush past your back as you looked behind you to see nothing, you suddenly felt a heavy and looming presence behind you. You felt yourself get dragged off the path and being pressed against a tree, your arms held up above your head as you looked at the person who was doing this.

You were greeted with two feral green eyes which you recognized, he held your arms up above your head with one hand as he used the other cup your face, admiring you.

He looked terrifying as the light swallowed all around him making his eyes look like they were glowing. A subtle growl began to be heard as you felt a hand being pressed on your chest as you gasped, now thrashing about not wanting this to be happening. Not to you, and definitely not here.

A sinister smile grew on the Pokehumans face, sharp canine teeth exposing themselves as he reveled in seeing you scared, terrified. You have never felt this much fear in your life and you honestly wished you had a Pokemon to help you here.

You felt claws dig into your cheek as you felt them almost pinch your skin, threatening to cause a bleeding wound, but it seemed he was… holding back?

He didn't move, just watched you as you watched him, petrified of whatever he was planning on doing to you "P-please… Hurry up and just kill me!" you basically screamed as the male frowned, very confused as to what you were getting at. His hand that was grasping your face now went down and rested at your waist roughly as his other held your hands together now not letting you move them.

It appeared this one was either mute or was a man of very little words, you couldn't control yourself as you let a scream rip through your chest and out of your throat. A strong surge of strength surged through as you ripped your arms and hands free as you ran. Not caring about whatever you left behind before you left.

 Your hope was quick lived as you were shoved down, you face smothered in dirt as you moaned. You felt the air being pushed out of your lungs from the impact as the male flipped you back over, your eyes locked with his as his free hand traced your body with  his claw as if memorizing it all in his head and you watched tears welding in your eyes as you just wanted to go home.

A dominating looked burned brightly in his eyes as he then violently seared your arms as you screamed- You felt blood reaching outside of your body, touching air as you felt his claws ripped through your skin.

You were testing his patience. You're his property. Get it through your head. And then maybe he'll let you live and you'll make a good mate for him.

#yandere #pokemon #nintendo #ashestoshadows #yandere zoroark #male yandere zoroark #stalking #sadistic? #idk i'm trying stuff #please tell me what to add for triggers for this as i'm quite stupid with this type of stuff #very lazy writing- tbh most of it is writing #i fixed it up a little bit more

[xoxothesubwayfugitive]

wrung out (nsfw)

It put him in his glory to see Felicity like that. Presiding over the hall, waiting expectantly for people to come to her and pay pretty compliments. Her cloak split just so to show the beginnings of a bump. He had given her the dress robes she was wearing as a surprise that morning, knowing that she had planned to wear something old for lack of desire to spend time shopping. Instead she was dressed in fine tan linen that had been interwoven with gold thread to give the subtlest appearance of shine. Around her neck was a circle of pale, emerald cut peridots. Yes, everything was just as it should be. She rested her hand on her stomach, wedding ring glinting in the candlelight, and smiled at him through all the people. It was the first time they had used the ballroom together, the first time it had been used for anything in years and years, and Lucius was reprimanding himself for his surprise that she fit it so well. Everything made more sense with her in it – why not this too?

"I've neglected you tonight." The crowd had thinned by then, and as he snuck up behind her and put a hand on the small of her back, he noticed little hairs curling at the nape of her neck, coaxed out by the humidity of the room.

"Not at all. I had a duty to do, didn't I?"

"It was done beautifully. A wonderful example of how our society is thriving." His voice lowered. "I've been imagining something quite terrible all evening, you up on the buffet with your skirts around your waist…"

Felicity blushed, and tried not to twist her lips too noticeably. "When it's over," she whispered back.

Lucius was quite drunk by the time they finally got back to the bedroom, and although Felicity hadn't had a drop, she was as tired as he. They had had their tryst in the ballroom, delaying the elves' cleaning process and shocking one unnoticed partygoer who had walked back by the doors in search of a forgotten cloak. The Malfoys were not at all in a union of convenience, the guest was able to tell the grapevine the next morning. It seemed like the quick conception of that second baby hadn't been forced by the Dark Lord's hand.

Before stumbling into bed, Felicity helped him out of his clothes, including kneeling on the floor to unlace his shoes despite his vocal protests and repeated attempts to lift her up.

"I like it down here, Lucius," she told him, biting her lip and looking up. "And you're too drunk to get them off. I don't want you in bed with half your clothes on."

"You've done more than enough tonight. I can't have you down on the floor in that condition. Come on, get up, and I'll take yours off…"

"I want it again, Lucius. It's crazy how the hormones make me feel. Remember the beach, with Diana?"

"Oh yes, love, I remember that. Bending you over, the way you asked for it."

They were finally all unzipped and unbuttoned, naked together, and he pulled her backwards onto the bed.

"I'm drunk," he warned her.

"I already said that."

"So don't get your hopes up."

"I can already feel it," she whined, pressing back against him.  He slipped his hand between her legs to feel her wetness, and then curled them to penetrate her.

"Why don't you wait for once?" he whispered to her. Lucius was hesitant to be rough with her now, wouldn't spank or choke her even if she wanted it. But in his haze he got his other hand under her torso and pinched her nipples. Lightly, but it was a pinch. "Why don't you wait until you really want it?"

"I want it all the time." She whimpered again as he pulled her closer and coaxed her top leg over his.

"You can cum. Actually, I want you to cum. But you'll get my cock when you get it."

"Lucius…"

"Sweetheart, who's in charge here?"

"You, you. Please."

She felt drunk. It was easy to feel that way when everyone else was. By the end of the party she had realized she could do anything, say anything, and be lauded as one of them. She could steer Lucius around the room like a child, she could elicit laughs from people whom she desperately hated, and who saw her as a whore who didn't share their values. And now she was in bed with her husband, all the jewels he had given her glistening in the candlelight as their sweat began to mingle together, begging him to give her release, to let her have just one more moment on his cock, as if tonight would be the last…

Lucius lowered the hand at her breast to her clit, his arm pressing somewhat hard into the swell of her stomach. "I love that," he said as he began to rub circles. "Holding what's mine so close to me. Does it hurt?"

She shook her head but could not speak. No, it didn't hurt. He wouldn't do anything to the baby that would hurt, and she wasn't so big yet that everything they did had to accommodate for it. "Can I please cum?"

The fingers inside of her jerked and so did she, her back arching even as he held her in place.

"Really?"

"Please, Lucius." Her mind drifted back to earlier, when he had knelt before her as she sat on the table, and lifted her skirt to taste her cunt. The suction he knew how to apply so well that knocked her back on her elbows, desperate for the moment when he finally stood up and took her. "Please, just one more…"

"Ok, love. Cum for me now. Right now."

He rolled a bit more on his back, pulling her with him as she thrashed and cried out. His lips found the space under her ear, and she reached back to touch his hair.

"You're a good girl. You're so malleable for me, so sweet. Is it good? Does it feel good?" She was nodding frantically, unable to speak. "Tell me it's good. You have to speak up."

"Yes, Lucius, thank you, thank you. Merlin, I love you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I love holding you like this."

Felicity began to quiet, and he gently took his hands away, letting her roll over and bury her head in his shoulder.

"Was it as good as my cock?" he asked with a little smile to himself, and she shook her head against him.

"Nothing is. Are you sure –" Her hand crept down between them.

"Leave it, sweetheart. Tomorrow, I promise."

~

In the morning, Lucius woke to a slightly spinning room and a wife who was dead to the world. It was very early still, but he wouldn't be able to sleep more. The curse of his hangovers was that he never stayed passed out for as long as it felt like he should be able to. He managed to get up and steady his way to the bathroom, where he took a remedy that gave him enough strength to get down to breakfast. There he stared at the same newspaper article for half an hour as he slogged through a bowl of oatmeal that he knew was the key to success for the rest of the day.

He was summoned by the Dark Lord in the middle of getting Diana dressed; not urgent, although any summoning was urgent, but the tingle was gentle enough that he knew he had time to make his appearance. He rushed the baby into a play dress quicker than he usually would, and then took her to the bedroom to get himself dressed and let Felicity know she was in charge for the rest of the day. But Felicity was not showering or dressing as he had imagined she would be. She was in the armchair, arms crossed over her chest and curling in on herself.

"Don't bring her in," she said, obviously failing at projecting her voice, and he froze at the threshold.

"What's the matter, love?"

"Put her back in her crib and come back. I don't feel well."

The world was slowing down as he obeyed.

~

you'll have to follow me to ao3 to see how it plays out

#harry potter #lucius malfoy #my fics #lucius malfoy x oc #lucius malfoy smut

[otomes-world]

In the interval between writing the third part, I will throw in an idea that came to me just recently. I played a game where the main characters travel through the books with the help of a bookmark and correct inaccuracies in the plot. What if..

You were the same keeper of the order of the book worlds as them. You traveled through stories, met characters, became friends with them and saw them off to a happy ending. The very one that was intended for them by the plot. Perhaps something happened. Some unfortunate mistake that you had to correct.

You put a bookmark in a book of fairy tales and prepared to accompany the main character to the end, but instead of a handsome prince or princess, you meet a villain. Moreover.. why did he look different? The appearance of the characters was not particularly prescribed in fairy tales, but even so you did not expect such a turn. In any case, it didn't change your work. You just had to take a bigger detour.

Riddle was the Queen of Hearts who has ruled Wonderland for a long time. He was the law here, he knew what was best for his people. Suddenly, in the middle of a long-planned UnBirthday party, an uninvited guest showed up. According to the rules, he must cut off your head-.. Huh? Only he wanted to carry out his plan, as you disappeared right before his eyes. His card soldiers searched the whole country, but did not find you. After some time, he managed to forget about this incident. So imagine his surprise when he saw you running through his garden again. This time, you would have to stand trial.

The image of the lazy prince played into the hands of Leona, especially now, when he planned to seize power. That`s why some herbivore, about which no one had a clue, could not prevent him from carrying out his plan. However, you had an interesting ability. It might come in handy. Rest assured, now that he had set a goal for himself, you could run anywhere. He would find you wherever you were. In the end, he would have both the throne and you.

Azul planned everything down to the smallest detail. There was no one who had not heard of him in the entire underwater world. There was no one he didn't know about. He could accurately pick up the key to absolutely any unfortunate soul. Offer an agreement you couldn`t refuse. So, who were you to mess up his stats? Were you one of those who bullied him before? Did you decide to laugh at him because he was the same useless octopus?! Looks like he misread your intentions, so you needed to run. However, you and Azul too knew that you would have to return sooner or later.

Sultan Kalim looked younger than you imagined, but his character remained the same. He allowed you to stay in the palace, much to the annoyance of his advisor Jamil. You immediately did not like the way he looked at you, when he thought that no one was watching. You were unlucky to uncover his cunning plans, but you failed to tell anyone. Nobody believed you. Somehow everyone here trusts the adviser, and before you know it, there aren`t allies around you.

Who would have thought that the Evil Queen Vil would treat Neigh well. You still pretended to be a maid and decided to stay and watch. For the first time, a thought flashed through your mind. What if… you wouldn't change anything? However, although at the very beginning there was no reason to worry, gradually you started to notice Vil's envy. And he envied you. Now you would have to run away from the hunter, because becoming the target of the Queen was clearly not part of your plans. From now on, he watched you through the mirror.

Wearing a long hooded cloak, you redirected souls across the river of the dead, listening to the latest rumors along the way. What did you mean the head of the Underworld, Idia, didn't leave his quarters? Who would controls everything? Suddenly you noticed movement, looking closely, you realized that it was an eye. Out of fear, you accidentally showed yourself. Now that every soul knew of your existence, hiding the fact that you were alive became almost impossible.

You were thrown into a thorn bush. Deciding that you had the wrong location, you reached for the bookmark, but it.. was not there Has it fallen out? You immediately rushed to look for it, but there was not a trace of the treasured piece of paper anywhere. When you already lost hope, you met a pale young man with.. horns. This was the land of fairies, you reminded yourself. It was okay for them, you guessed. He invited you to stay at the castle, and since you had nowhere to go anyway, you accepted his invitation. Malleus turned out to be a amazing host. New impressions captivated, so you did not notice a white corner peeking out of his pocket.

#tenshi talk #twisted wonderland #bookmark au #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst vil #yandere vil schoenheit #twst riddle #yandere riddle rosehearts #twst leona #yandere leona kingscholar #twst idia #yandere idia shroud #yandere malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst jamil #yandere jamil viper #yandere azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst fic #yandere male #yandere x reader

[dying-acc-idk-man]

Well now that I have an okay to share my brainworms!! [Tbh they're less theories and more like headcanons at this point but if you're willin' to read 'em]

I haven't gotten all of the watcher/listener lore down [I still need catch up more on the Evo context] but atm I like the concept of him being turned into a watcher/listener except his being turned into a watcher/listener was moreso a means of holding power over his head and to have more range of control over bullying the man with his own death as per his typical recklessness, clumsiness, and overall habit of dying fast. He has always been their canary to sing in their coalmines till the fumes silence him, however proper canary features didn't develop [I like to think of a contrast between he and Grian being that Grian was originally a watcher so his appearance is more properly avian meanwhile Jimmy only gets /clipped or mostly flightless/ wings and extra feathers-- like the difference between an elytrian flight and avian slow falling in the origins mod, a born avian vs a made avian] until when he went red in 3rd life since that was basically when the canary curse of the life series became locked in [He can control whether or not he has those features in other servers, but in the life series or general hardcore servers he can't put them away] His being a turned watcher/listener is what makes his death consequential beyond being the first to die: all the worst chaos beginning directly after his death directly ties into abilities he can't tap into himself as per the other watchers/listeners blocking him from the very power they gave him to turn him into a watcher/listener. I also like watcher/listener Jimmy because then he can go god competent op mode and honestly Jimmy deserves to go god competent op mode and like paired with my hc of him not even being fully aware of his powers or the extent of them, it creates these accidental god mode moments like say if he saw someone falling from to their death he'd just like go Oh Shit I Need To Do Something and then he Does by going god mode and swooping in with massive ass pheonix-esque wings and like once they're both safely on the ground it all dissapears and he was so caught up in the moment he didn't even realize and he was like "Damn how lucky!! I must've broke our fall!!" MEANWHILE THE PERSON THAT JUST WITNESSED GODMODE WATCHER JIMMY JUST IS IN UTTER DISBELIEF THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE??? THAT HE DID THAT???? Even better, he finds out about his god mode appearance and abilities But He Still Can't Activate It Himself so when something like that situation happens again and someone says something he just goes "hAaah yeah, that just like,,, happens sometimes,,, I don't control it ^v^;;" hrhrhrhrhrjfurj ALSO imagining watchers having like this uniform that includes a boob window for like a chest eye rather than boobs and yes that is an excuse for me to draw Watcher!OP!God Mode!Jimmy in a fancy cloak and gown with a boob window and I will stand by Jimmy boob propaganda till the day I die

But yesyes, these are my brainworms, thank ye for takin' 'em [I may or may not come back with more stuff like this purely because I have too many thoughts in my brain and little to no outlet so it helps to scream it into a void where it may or may not get acknowledged] -- Think of me like a messenger pigeon but instead of bringing messages I just carry brainrot to anyone that is willing to listen :> and may you find an interesting rock sometime soon •🕊

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i missed when tumblr asks had a limit i woke up to this long thing

i mean its not bad but jeez louis this was so much to read for me aachhchfjx

but your idea is vvery interesting, but it seems i will be having my own interp then since im not that into your idea (well to say, im not into working with the same idea) but yours is rly good! i liked that a lot

#long post #sorry if i sound neg its 9 am rn KSKXKXKX