#i did however get some bleeding candles

[vinnoa-articles]

The Cure from Sleep Insanity

[Image by Winter Mohn]

Rating: +18, meaning if you are under this age, do not read. You have been told.

Word count: 3,352

Type: Smut

Characters: reader (female), Law, Chopper and mentions of other Strawhats, Heart Pirates and other pirates.

Trigger warnings/content: choking, consent, some anger, swearing, teasing, restraints, multiple orgasms, fatigue, aftercare, a little rough.

Info: Some of it will be in italics, it is thoughts by another character. If it is Bold and Italics, then it is an ability.

“Why can’t I suture the wound closed when it’s-”

“Because the bleeding might start again, and it may cause more pain!” The little horned reindeer claimed, pointing his hoof at the irritated doctor of the Heart Pirates. Their hats sat side-by-side, in contrast to how they were sitting. He pointed across the books sprawled table, with a single candle flickering in between. The bags of restlessness was prominent under Law’s eyes.  “Think about it, if we wait and let time go by, it may be better”. Law glanced at the furry creature, and usually he would have a soft spot for this creature, but when it comes to the right choice as to what to do in the heat of the moment; he fights it out. Whereas Chopper always thinks with his heart, trying to save people with his soul instead of fighting with his fists. “You could remove the bullet from their chest cavity with your abilities. Tra-guy”. The tired doctor grumbled and scratched his head, trying to comprehend this small creature. Chopper really does seem to go the more humane route, but then again, he typically doesn’t get his paws dirty out in the field in a fight, but rather helping those who need treatment. Where as for Law-

“Yes, but there are limitations to my abilities. Even your abilities have a limit, yes?” His right hand rested under his jaw now, glancing quickly at the fluff ball. “I just-”.

“You need to sleep Tra-guy. You haven’t slept. Thinking rationally is what you need right now, especially if you haven’t been spending a lot of time with your partner”. Sluggishly, Law’s eyes finally met Chopper’s. How long has it been? Granted, a lot of stuff was on his mind such as the Marines, Big Mom, Kaido, Don Flamingo, and many other rivals. Even Luffy and Eustass Kid kept his mind busy, but he even had to think about his pals Bepo and the rest of his crew. Shit, it has been a while hasn’t it. The more I have been fighting and been researching, the more I have been… He hates being wrong next to the reindeer. Rather, he hates more than ever that he is right, and that he does need more sleep and social interaction; over fighting and reading. Leaving an exasperated sigh, and an aggravated groan, he leans on his chair. His messy hair was now slowly being pushed into one direction with how many times his hands ran through his hair tonight.

“Ah! God dammit Chopper-ya. I hate it when you are right, but…” his voice trailed off. Law’s mind was in the clouds, it has been ages since he unwound, let alone rest on a soft surface. Sleeping in chairs, the wooden deck of Sunny, the metal floor of Polar Tang, heck the grass on Sunny was a little better, however a bed sounds divine. Maybe even some time with his partner, but the grogginess has been getting to him. Being up for forty-some hours, he did start seeing visions; Bepo in an Uta outfit, a cooked thing of meat with a straw-hat on top, and-

“Law?” There is no way he heard your voice. He stares at Chopper, whose head was turned to the entrance. Finally turning his head, he saw your figure. Standing against the doorframe. Your eyebrows raised, as you look at him up and down. “Up…again? I can at least tell you bathed today”. God, they really do give him little credit, but as a doctor, if duty calls he has to be somewhat clean right? His black and yellow robe adorned his body loosely, the belt nearly coming undone, with his bare feet propped up on the table, you just had to take in this sight.

“Well, I need to head to bed. I can’t be late to breakfast in the morning!” Chopper hops off the chair nearly twice his height. You can see he is wearing his cute little pig pajamas, and you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. Then again, who wouldn’t be chuckling at this cute little doctor. “Jya-na (Japanese: See Ya)”. As he is about to leave the room, you bend down and plant a small little kiss, then pat his head.

“Thanks Chopper. At least we have one responsible doctor that cares about both his patients and himself”. Chopper hopped past you and froze quick before turning to you and glancing up.

“W-w-well…that doesn’t make me happy, konoyaro! (Japanese: you idiot)”, as he did his little cute bashful dance. As his small feet carry him out of your sight, his cute little hooves pit-patting down the long hallway of Sunny-Go. Chuckling at his reaction, you look up to see Law still leaning back in his chair staring at you. His frown was still on his face. When it happened was not apparent since his resting-bitch-face is usually what his default is. However, you can tell he was annoyed by something. By what, you are not really sure. Sighing, you walk closer to him, the candle still flickering near the doctor’s headpieces. Law’s gaze did not falter as you got within a few paces in front of him. He looks irritated even. What could it have been? The lack of sleep? Or maybe…jealousy?

“Law, you do see me right?” He blinked once, then twice, then closed his eyes. A small exhale escaped his lips as he slicked his hair back again, as some hairs came back to place.

“I am surprised you came to see me, if you are really here to see me”. His words stung, yet you could understand why he said that. He hasn’t slept, he has been stuck in this room for a long time. Even Bepo and Chopper bring meals to the library here and there to make sure he isn’t starving himself. Sanji gave up because Law used to forget to eat and the fresh food almost would go wasted; until he force fed it to Law which caused him to do a personality-switch-operation with Zoro and Sanji. Which led to an all out fight that nearly had Nami, Robin, Bepo, Penguin and even Jimbei get involved in. It got resolved, but it nearly took a day for Franky to fix the ship, and a stern scolding from Nami and Luffy to get Law, Zoro and Sanji to get back on track.

“Law, it is me”, your outfit was a lot tighter on your body than you were used to, yet your skirt was flowing so not only would you look cute but at least elegant. You dressed up earlier and didn’t change yet because you were partying at the island before, and you were on nightwatch with Brook tonight. Brook knew that you needed your own version of romance, he has been alive long enough to know that. Brook knew what he was doing, well maybe. “Law, come on…listen to me. It is me, even Chopper talked to me today. Despite how busy he is too!” He was super confused now, he wasn’t sure if it was his dick was talking because he wanted your touch, your skin against his, the warmth of your flesh emanating close to his fingers, the scent of salt from the sea and your body penetrating the air, or if it was the sleepiness and the depravity of rest. “Please look at me when I talk to you”, as you raise your hands to touch his stubble and beard, He smelled so nice of cleaner, yet also musky. He always did smell nice, usually. You could feel his face rest slowly, softly into your palms. Basking in your touch, the soft skin that cradled his jaw, which his fingers were on calloused from using his knives, to his sword. His fingers crawled up to hold your right hand under his jaw, while massaging it gently. This is what he wanted, but God was he going crazy. A man of composure, even in battle, and even when Luffy tells him what to do irks him beyond belief. Right now though, he could smell your scent, his head was starting to get muddled with thoughts. He craved you, a drug that could cure his insanity at this moment.

“God, I need sleep. I can’t be going this dumb over you”, he gasped out. Now you were hurt, how could he say such a thing? He should be happy to see you, not disappointed. You snatch your hands back, but you couldn’t help and hesitate to almost reach back to grab him. He looked tired, yet hot. His sigh rang out into the quiet air, only the slight crackle of the candle could be heard. “Listen, y/n-ya”.

“Save your excuses, I guess if you didn’t want to see me, then you could have said it in the first place”. You were agitated now. There is no way he talked to you like that just now.

“Wait, y/n-ya, that’s not what I meant. You know what I meant-”, Law was fumbling with his words. His robe was withstanding the heat emanating from his body. He could feel his member twitch, but he put down his legs from the table and crossed his legs to hide his growth. “Please, look…you know I didn’t mean it like that dammit,” slicking his hair back again. It was irresistible when he did that normally, and yet you couldn’t care now. “Please listen to me, I just want to understand what else I can do to save those around me. If I can’t do that then…”

“Then what Law? You can’t neglect your social health for just your studies. Your connections are just as important!”

“I know that! God dammit!” He slammed his hand on the table, wishing that was you earlier. “Do you know how long I have wanted to get this done so I can focus on you? Just you?” You were upset, but you have heard enough talk from him; you wanted more action.

“Put your money where your mouth is. Your hands work well on patients, yet it seems you don’t know how to work them at all outside of a fight”. That did it for him. He got up and grabbed your shoulders, nearly slamming you down on the wooden table, snuffing out the candle as you landed. You could see his eyes darkening as he looked at you. His robe was hanging off his frame, his belt so loose you could poke it and it would come undone.

“Say it again. You don’t know how hard I have been working here” nearly shaking you on the table. God, you could feel his hands trembling, yet gripping your shoulders as he shook you.

“I said, you don’t know how to work your hands outside of a fight”, those words made him want to prove you wrong. He was told what to do by Luffy, Chopper was right earlier, and now he cannot let you be right too. Law was slipping more and more from who he was, becoming sloppy with his thoughts. His face gets super close to yours, while he puts his left hand under your head and lifts it up to crash his lips onto yours. Tugging your hair slightly so that he could get a response from you. He knows you love it when he tugs your hair. In this moment though, you were just as stubborn as he, and you tried to fight the urge; no matter how hard it was for you to not moan. His kisses got deeper, and deeper, his tongue was exploring yours and you let go fighting his tongue. Closing your eyes, his lips left yours. You open your eyes to see his eyebrows furrowed, perplexed that what he was doing wasn’t making you moan already “is that all you got?” This brat… Lips traveling down your jaw and to your neck, marking and sucking to make sure people know who you belonged to. Regardless of whether you were right or if he was by the end of this. He looks up, and takes a step back.

Room

You knew what might happen now, and as you saw the space change-

Shambles

You were now in the medical room, of course you were. He must have switched something with you two, and now here you were. His robe comes undone, and you just see him in his black boxers with a bulge that you have seen here and there. You didn’t realize your body was partially leaned back on the medical table, it was cold and yet the room was slightly lit due to the small emergency light plug-in, in case Chopper had to come in. Before you could take in everything, your body gets flipped over, your chest pressing on the cold table. 

“I’ll show you how a doctor works, if you allow me-”

“Of course, you have my consent. Unless you really can’t work with your hands then-” He had heard enough of your back-talk. Room…Shambles Feeling the retrains popping into his hands, tying your hands behind your back. He already has to deal with you talking back, he doesn’t want to give you that power too. His hands gripping your tied hands, he hiked up your skirt so he could see your panties. You tried to stand up properly, but his grip was pushing you down firmly on the table.

“Now now, I can’t have my patient move around while I have to figure out what is wrong, now can I?” You can tell he was smirking based off his tone. His right hand was still gripping onto your wrists and you could feel his rough fingers slowly touching the outside of your panties. “I can tell my patient is aroused. Yet, the only medicine can only be administered by me.” You wanted his fingers in you, and he knew that. Your core ached, this is what you two have missed out on for awhile now. Heck, even the empty space next to you, day-in and day-out was making you restless. Shaking your ass, you waited for your reward for a response, but it never came. “What? You want these?” You felt his right hand loosen, yet his hand went up and on your neck. Subtly choking you, sticking his long fingers into your mouth. God, you wanted it his fingers, and how you longed for it. Subtly sucking on his fingers, you wanted to show him you were serious.

“P-puwase, ah need” Your words a mess, incoherent even to you.

“Need what? I can’t understand my patient.” He removed his fingers from your mouth and back under your neck, choking you slightly but not enough to even hurt. You could feel his other fingers tracing the outside of your wetness on your panties. You knew what was coming, but when? You gasped as you felt his fingers on your neck choke, then release, choke then release. He was a doctor, he knew what it would do to people if he did that.

“I need your fingers, Law!” You felt his fingers leave, only to dive into your panties, into your core. This is what you wanted, and finally you could feel this knot coming undone. His digits were moving in and out, then curling one he went in. He really did do his homework. Your moans and gasps kept emanating in rhythm, as you were grinding into his fingers. “Law- Law I am going to-” before you could finish, you came right onto his fingers. Your moan so loud, you could feel it reverberate through the room. Trembling as you rode out your high, as it has been so long since you felt this.

“So I don’t know how to use my hands, yes?” You couldn’t help it, you wanted to give in, he was right. If you denied it, you don’t even know what would happen, but you are a person of your word.

“Yes, yes you are right. God, now untie me”, you gasp out. Feeling the restraints go undone, he flips you back around, now you are on your back. He looks you up and down. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A tight shirt hugging your body, your skirt a mess, your underwear ajar. Whereas for you, what a sight to behold, his abs and tattoos. His hair was a mess from a little bit of sweat. It was as if you two were looking at each other for the first time again. Licking his fingers, he finally smiled. This was the smile you love, the one that makes you want to grab him and kiss him. To hug him and tell him that the One Piece is near for the taking.

“Y/n-ya…” he bends down to kiss your forehead, and smiles softly, “I don’t think my patient is fully done.” He grabbed a condom, and tore off the wrapper. Slowly pushing his boxers lower, and lower, seeing his v-line almost made you lose your mind. He knew what he was doing, and a doctor was observant.

“Please, Trafalgar…I love you,” you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his cute words. He was a doctor, and at moments you were his love patient. Your heart was robbed by this man, and yet it seemed you didn’t want it back. He pushes his boxers so it is off his waist and it falls to the floor. He peels off your underwear, and you could feel the cold air hit your pussy. Easily rolling the condom on, he lifts your legs up and onto his shoulders. 

“I missed this, y/n. I love you”. Hearing your name fall from his lips without his cute little accent, made your heart skip a beat.

“I missed this too Law. I love you”. Slowly pushing his cock into you, he watched as your mouth formed an “O” shape. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he knew you were ready. Your moans were slipping past your lewd lips, as he kept going in deeper and deeper until his abs nearly touched your stomach. Going slowly, then picking up the pace, the room was full of moans and grunts. “Fuck, Law, yes right there!” His groans and grunts were picking up the pace, you can feel his cock twitching inside you. The pit in your stomach started to form, it coming again. The slaps of skin, the smell of sweat, the creaking of the medical table was ringing in both your ears. He bent down to capture your lips with his, and finally he said his words.

“I am cumming”.

You were too, and with both your release, he slowed down his pace. Gasping for air as his high was running down. You, on the other hand, were shaking. Second orgasm in one night and it was intense due to your emotions of love becoming more than lust from the last orgasm. He slicked his hair back, which now was staying in place. Law tidied up himself so he didn’t look as dissolved from the fuck session. Taking off your clothes gently, he put his robe on your making sure despite being warm from what just happened, the room was still cold. Lifting you up, you could hear him gently say room…shambles. Feeling the plushness of a mattress and sheets on you. Was he here with you? Or was he in the room still? Suddenly, you felt a hand softly go on top of your side. He was here, next to you, by your side.

“Sorry Law for making you so upset”, you whispered not to wake up Zoro, Luffy, Chopper and Usopp from their slumber. Law chuckled slightly, and kissed your neck where there were his love bites slowly deepening in color.

“Its okay, I think I can finally get some good nights rest. Thank you for being my doctor in need.”

And yet, Brook had been wondering where you had been all night, no matter to him. He could sing his heart out tonight without a care in the world.

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[writingoddess1125]

Okay since Corazon is dead, sadly, and he will never get to see his child grow, do you think reader will take them to his grave and told stories ( mostly about how clumsy he was) to their kid?

Heart of Gold

Ready to Cry! You've been Warned

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ Sad Topics, Character Death, Bittersweet.

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"Mami! Mami!" Your 6 year old daughter called out to you, running ahead as she smiled back at you proudly- it seemed a 20 minute hike didnt slow her down as much as it did you.

Dulce looked more like him everyday- it would be difficult to hide her once she got older... his big goofy smile, The Mess of blonde hair that seemed impossible to tame besides a beanie you put her in.

With a on her lips she continued to trudge through the snow, not letting the winter weather denture her it seemed. She hated to miss the weekly visits to her father..

It was another few minutes of walking before you reached it- The beautiful open clearing that had a single headstone surrounded by clear untouched snow besides two bare rose bushes on either side of the grave. It looked truly sorrowful during the winter and made the reality harder-

During the spring the clearing was filled with pink bleeding heart flowers and the rose bushes would blood, making it feel like Corazon was near by and next to you. Youd had planted it all when your daughter was one and the since bloomed just around her birthday- You'd said it was a gift from her father.

Dulce rushed forward, Sitting right infront of the stone. Uncaring of the cold as she started her normal routine. Clearing the snow off the stone while chatting away.

"Hace Frío.. don't worry! All the snow gone soon" Dulce said cheerfully, finishing wiping the snow as you took a seat. Pulling out candles to light, however pausing when you saw something to the left of the stone. Picking it up it was a fresh pack of unopened cigarettes- the same brand Corazon uses to smoke.. setting it down I front as you decided to leave the offering someone had clearly left your partner-

Dulce helped you light the candles and set out some of the things your brought, a cherry cake and a bottle of the liquor he liked. Once everything was set you sighed content.

"Can you tell me about him?" Dulce asked, always asking this when you two visited and wanting a new story about him.

"Yes my darling- Well He Acted very tough" You said with a giggle, choosing your words carefully.

"See- Your father had the act of a big tough guy, but if you scratched the surface you saw how much of a Goofy sweet man he was. Biggest heart too"

Dulce smiled widely, her attention fully on you as you spun your tale. Talking about the time Corazon had taken you out on a date, trying to be smooth and woo you over as he reached over to wrap a arm around you- however his lit cigarette catching the feathers of his coat and setting him ablaze. Dulce laughing as you described the child like scream he had as he tossed the coat to the ground and rapidly stopped on it like a mad man-

Or when he tried to walk towards you in a 'attractive' way- long strands and -but his long giraffe like legs seemed to not catch up as he face planted hard right before you cracking a tooth and givibg you a bit cheesy smile as you helped him up.

You had Dulce laughing and smiling for half an hour as you told her new and exciting tales of her father. After a while she had to take a moment to catch her breath- you as well. Dulce looking to the stone, as a serious look went over her eyes- Biting her lip a bit hesitantly.

"..Mamí... how did papa.. leave?" She asked softly, you frowning softly at her words.

"That is something even I'd like to know.." You said softly, looking at the gravestone of your lover. You had so many questions yourself... who would kill him? Who had brought him back? Had he intended to leave you and Dulce the way he had?

You wish at times as well it had been you who had brought him back, placing his tombstone- but more then anything you were greatful for whoever it was.. They had brought him home. Your hand reaching out and touching the icy stone with a gentle hand.

Dulce sees you do this, reaching out herself to touch the stone- her tiny fingers flinching at the coldness of it all. She stared for a moment, before reaching into her pockets clumsily-

"Mira, Papa, hice esto para ti- I made it in school" Dulce said softly as she set the now unfolded peice of construction paper down on the gravestone using the full box of cigarettes to pin it so it didn't fly away. There a crayon drawing of three stick figure people standing in the snow- Dulce in the middle holding your hand to the left and to her right a rendering of her father. She had never seen him- but you had told her what he looked like and even showed the single photo you had of him.

The stick figure man having a big red smile, a pink hat and the black feather coat- which looked like your daughter had done squiggles on his shoulder but that just made it sweeter. However what made your eyes misty was the big yellow heart on his chest and the blue halo around his pink hat.

"I hope you like it- Mamí says you had a heart of gold, I couldnt find gold so I hope yellow is okay?" Dulce said softly, beginning to talk about what she did to color it and make it pretty just for him. Speaking to the stone like he was truly there sitting infront of her, saying how she fell when she went to find a pink crayon since another kid took it and so on.

You bit your lip to hold back tears at this, The ache in your heart at the sight and you gently bowed you head to keep your daughter from seeing.

After a moment of silence you reached over, having finally been able to hold back your tears. Reaching over you pat your daughters back-

"Let's head back sugar" You say softly, Your little girl nodding as her nose wad starting to turn red. Scooping her up in your arms you turned away from the stone. Beginning the long walk back to your home-

#x reader #one piece #one peice x reader #one peice live action #corazon x reader #op corazon #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #donquixote family #one piece rosinante #rosinante corazon #op rosinante

[mushroomkwan]

to lie under [m]

sequel to rite of sin

SYN: You've become adjusted to the life of a concubus, fucking and eating the essence of the living until you've had your fill. Life proceeds as such, until you find yourself summoned, like Donghyuck had been, to the service of a human.

TAGS/WARNINGS: I did way more research and story building here so it has some facts that were different in rite of sin, demonic activity, demonic imagery, biting and bleeding, incubi, succubi, concubi, m/m/f threesome, anal fingering and ass eating (m receiving), oral (f and m receiving), squirting, unprotected sex (f receiving and m receiving), anal penetration and sex (m receiving), hickeys, polyamory, markxdonghyuck (I don't ship them together, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION)

word count: 4.4k

A loud wail escapes into the room around you, and you'd have half a mind to slap your hands over your ears and drown it out, if it wasn't feeding you with such a delicious feeling. This woman keens under you, this poor human who found herself victim to your charms, and she cums like a tornado siren, sudden and almost alarming. You take in her essence, every drop she spills, and lick your fingers clean, standing from the bed and stretching your wings behind you.

"Wait, don't go! We....we could keep going." She pleas when she sees your wings spreading, and you feel pity towards her. She's weakened, clutching her chest and taking heavy breaths and yet she still yearns for the pleasure you'd just given her.

Poor baby.

"Shhh, rest now. I've gotten all I need from you. Now, forget this." You use your honed ability of manipulation to wipe her memory of the event, feeling indifferent when you watch her eyes close and her body fall back limply. You look back at the wings she so adored, and smirk to yourself. When you'd first woken in hell as a Concubus, a versatile sex demon, they were the first thing you noticed before the colour of your skin, the tail, eyes and fangs, all of it. You'd grown wings, bat-like that stretched behind you, it was amazing. Now they were just your mode of transport, and your sexiest physical trait.

"I would argue your sexiest trait is your eyes, but that would be too romantic."

Turning around, you see your husband, leaning against the bedpost in such a way your desire is lit up once again, curling your tail around his thigh as you come closer to him.

"Too romantic? For me? Donghyuck, you know I live for romance. I died for it." You give him a hungry kiss, dragging your tongue and fangs against the skin of his jaw and neck, and he pulls at the back of your hair, eliciting a whine from you.

"Ah ah ah, you've already fucked this woman silly, I'm not going to be your sloppy seconds. At least…I'm not going to be here." He teases you and you feel your skin heat under his gaze. It always went like this, and you loved it. You fucked and from the humans, but with Donghyuck you made love. You made love so passionate you'd think you'd travelled to heaven every time. He was your eternal flame, your bond transcended time. It took almost a decade of earning your wings to get to this point, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

"A human has summons for you, Concubus Y/D/N. And for you as well, Incubus Azonach." Hearing Lubell the Imp's voice you turn to see him flapping his pathetic little wings while looking at a clipboard with his telltale bored expression. Donghyuck cringes at the use of his demonic name.

"For the both of us? How?" You ask and Donghyuck slides over to your side, looking at Lubell with indifference.

"Does it matter, my love? Someone wishes for us both. What do you say to an extra meal?" He asks and Lubell rolls his eyes when Donghyuck nibbles at your ears with his fangs as you mull it over. A summons is a summons, you must respond if it was done correctly. However, how did they summon you both? Your candle formation was mostly new, and similar to Dongyuck's, could they have meant just him? It didn't matter, you had to answer the call.

"Let's go, my sun and moon."

The room is boring, yet surprisingly homey. As you phase through the ring of flames, moulded into Donghyuck's side with a leg wrapped around him, you look at the room before the poor soul who'd summoned you. The bed was a California king, so large and open. The windows were shut tight, with something sealing it, lest the wind ruin the candles and the entire summoning process. And finally, the owner of the room is kneeling before you, looking up at the two of you with such awe his eyes tear up, and his heart races. He's beautiful, and he's perfect.

"Look, love, he did summon us both. How sweet of him." As you and Donghyuck set down onto the hardwood floor softly, you notice that in fact, he'd somehow combined your candle formations together with an extra candle.

"I didn't mean to. I only meant to summon Sastronar." The man whimpers, and you bark out a laugh at his admission, wiping tears from your eyes.

"Sastronar? Oh, she'd get a kick out of this. Is the page ripped, sugar, how did you manage this?" As you ask, you curl your body around his shoulder and look down at the summoning book he'd used. It's crudely made, the leather slipping off its spine and the pages smelling moldy, but the words are clear. It is yours and Donghyuck's formations, only it's labelled Sastronar, and not your own namesake. The man closes the book and backs away from your touch, like you'd burned him with the simple graze of your chin. Donghyuck notices immediately.

"Well, you've summoned us both, so you get two for the price of one. What is your name, baby?" Donghyuck leans down and helps the man to his feet, and the man swallows down some fear, and tries to even his breathing, to answer.

"Mark. Mark Lee." He finishes and you rub at his shoulders, softly and gently as you use your concubus abilities to alleviate some of his fear. You can't take it all away, you'd be taking him away from himself, but you can help him.

"Mark...Mark. I like that. It's straight to the point. Well, you may call me Y/N, and you can call my husband Donghyuck. Do not be so afraid, we are here to please you. It is why you summoned Sastronar, is it not?" You ask, slowly inching your hands from his shoulders to his waist, and he doesn't fight it off. You notice it quickly, how his skin itches for your hands to hold his hips, and you inhale the amount of want coming from him. Donghyuck licks his lips at the taste.

"Yes…I know that Incubi is derived from the Latin word inccubare…."to lie on". I wanted..." He trails off with a dusting of crimson against his cheeks, looking at you for help. He's almost ashamed to say it aloud.

"Oh, sweet baby, you can say it. There is nothing wrong with submitting yourself as a man. Do you want to submit yourself to us?" You already know that answer, and so does Donghyuck, and because you know this, you also know that Mark is aroused by being cared for. Of being reassured that he's in control, despite the obvious fact that he isn't.

"Yes I want that. I've never done it before, but everytime I watch porn, I find myself watching pegging videos and gay porn. Does that make me weird, or gay?" He asks in sudden confession and Donghyuck takes the lead in answering this.

"Well, what do you think it means? Are you attracted to her? Do you want to fuck her?" He asks and Mark looks you over. Your body has grown some curve since you'd formed as a Concubus, but you'd mostly retained your human body. Carapace armor clings to your shoulders and your tits in a way that frames them, and lets the light catch them. Your succubus mark is proudly displayed on your naval, where you wear nothing underneath. Yes, he's attracted to you. Very much so. And yes, he would like to fuck you.

"Yes, you are. And now, are you attracted to me? Do you want to fuck me?" Donghyuck continues, standing up and showing himself off to the human. He's shirtless, as are most Incubi, with a low hanging armor plate and sharp carapace pieces on his shoulders, just like you. His body is lean, with fit abs and strong legs, and a proud cock on display. Mark swallows, and you can feel his own cock harden as he does, looking Donghyuck up and down. He wants to fuck you both, but he wants to fuck Donghyuck most of all.

"Well, there's the answer to that question. Have you considered that you're bicurious? Perhaps my wife and I could settle that curiosity." Donghyuck sits Mark onto the bed with ease, and you slide onto his other side, placing your hands on his hip and the other on his shoulder. He blushes deeply, and nods, removing his shirt. Donghyuck makes the first move, pressing a light kiss to Mark's cheek, and then another, another, and another as it slowly trails to his neck, his shoulders. Small whines pant from his mouth as he leans back to give Donghyuck access.

"So beautiful." You praise him as you take the other side of his neck, soft and gentle, but it rages into something more as the time passes, and Donghyuck still travels down Mark's body, leaving red skin and bruised hickeys in his wake.

"How far do you want to go, sugar?" You pull back from him and he thinks, looking at Donghyuck, who has made his way to kneeling in front of Mark.

"All the way. You only live once, right?" Mark speaks after a moment of sensual silence, and you give Donghyuck a knowing look.

"Sure. Now, I've seen it in your eyes. The way you look at him. Donghyuck lay back, I think our pet wants to suck you off. You've practised, haven't you? You look at him with a strange confidence." You look at Marks eyes, now staring at Donghyuck's armour piece with a glint in his eye and Donghyuck smirks, laying back and gesturing to himself. Mark couldn't have gone to him faster, the lust over fueling his shyness. Well, mostly.

"Do I just…suck you off or what?" He asks and Donghyuck takes the lead, guiding Mark's head to his own, kissing the man's neck again while you watch, retracting your claws and rubbing slowly at your clit. Mark goes farther and farther down, finally reaching Donghyuck's cock and licking a stripe against it. The incubus sings his praise as Mark gets on all fours to fully put his body into sucking Donghyuck's cock. The room is full of wanton noises of Mark humming and slurping against your husband's dick, who in turn is groaning and biting his lip.

"Yes, you're so good at this baby. Doing so well. Donghyuck, I think I should prepare him for you." You fly to the space behind him, sliding his pants down to his knees, and then off his legs completely. And the sight you see is such a welcome one.

"He prepared for us love. Shaved, and cleaned. You're such a good boy." You press a kiss to his ass, and slide your forked tongue against the rim of his entrance, your hand clutching the fat of his ass cheeks. He whimpers and moans onto Donghyuck's dick, and you revel in the taste of his pleasure. He'd probably prepped himself, and you can't help but moan at the image of him laying on his bed, ass up stretching himself out for you. In his stress, he'd tensed, but you'd relaxed him. And now you stretch his hole with your tongue, and your hand pumps his cock agonisingly slowly.

"Fuck, mhmm." He groans in pleasure, backing into your face for more and sucking Donghyuck down so hungrily, like a lifeline. The incubus has a hand gripped into Mark's fluffy hair, clutching at it and guiding Mark into a rhythm that has his hip stuttering in their movements.

"I want…I want Donghyuck to fuck me. And I want to eat your pussy." Mark backs away to look back at you with a flushed face and half-lidded eyes. You massage your tits as Donghyuck speaks to him.

"You know just what you want. Come on darling, your turn. I'll go at your pace, Mark." Donghyuck speaks and you slide into the space under Mark, his arms surrounding your body. Seeing him look at you, while Donghyuck stands behind him, makes your insides burn.

"Thank you." Mark suddenly confesses praise, and you can't stop him as he gives you a small, soft peck. Your arms holding him at a large distance immediately, eyes blown wide. He looks at you with hurt, and Donghyuck looks at you in concern.

"He's kissed me….oh darling, he kissed me." You feel everything at once. Heartbreak, hope, confusion, lust, it all mixes in your head and you find yourself tearing up. Donghyuck pulls way from him and sits him down, and you feel the scene has become too familiar, holding your wings around your body.

"What?! What? What's happening? You're scaring me." Mark whines, crying out in shock as the mark of Asmodeus glows, etches itself into the skin above his cock and you look at Donghyuck from between your wings as he takes the initiative, calming Mark down, who stares a the mark in fearful awe.

"When you fuck sex demons such as ourselves, it's just sex. However, kissing our lips is seen as loving, romantic, as commitment, before God. You have damned yourself to a different eternity in hell. You'd become one of us when you die." You see it in Mark's eyes then, something so fearful he goes quiet with widened eyes. He would not react the same as you did all those years ago.

"What…? I-I just wanted to kiss you I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He's not crying, at least not yet, but he is running at the mouth, panting and biting his lip in worry. However, you and Donghyuck can taste in the air, in his words.

He's still turned on by it. He's afraid, shit, he's terrified, but he's turned on by it.

"Sweetheart, what scares you about it? You aren't going to die now, if that is what you think." You speak, wrapping a wing around his shoulder to comfort him.

"I don't want to fuck everyone. I barely got the courage to summon you, most of all to fuck you. I…I don't want to become a whore." Mark speaks after a moment and Donghyuck looks at you with a look. You question it, wondering where this might lead.

"You will not be a whore. When you become one of us, the instincts will come to you like a fly to honey. It's how to live as one of us. And don't worry, you will have Y/N and I. We'll be with you." Donghyuck rests his hand on Mark's thigh, and you rest your head on his shoulder. He takes several moments to think, and you prepare yourself to go back to Hell on a hungry stomach. You have enough to last, but it wouldn't be a meal.

"I think I've made my peace with it…I wasn't exactly going to Heaven anyways, y'know? And if I were to go to hell, I'd be tortured for all eternity. I don't think sex is torture, so it's better to have sex forever then to be in agony." He was surprisingly educated about how one dies, despite humans not truly knowing. You're proud of him for making peace with it. You went out a bit different than he did. He wouldn't spend his time in jail, rotting away until finally someone took him out. He was a peaceful sinner. The kind with his humanity intact.

"That's good. Do you still want us to have sex with you?" You ask, even though you know the answer.

"Yes, please? Can I still kiss you now? Would that be rude to you? I also want to kiss you." He asks you, before turning to Donghyuck too. Your husband licks his lips.

"You can kiss us all you want." Mark latches himself onto him when he gets the go ahead, kissing him feverishly. Their mouths clash together while you slide your hands around his hips, sliding upwards and down, admiring his body.

"Mm I still want to eat you out Y/N." Mark breaks away from Donghyuck with his lips swollen and you nod, bringing him to you in a flush kiss, tasting his tongue for yourself. He brings his mouth to your tits, sucking and bubbling onto the hardened nipples of your left breast, his other hand kneading the flesh of your hip.

"You're so pretty." He pants the words breathlessly and you burn, looking away and into Donghyuck's eyes as Mark mouths and teeth against your chest, across your ribs, lower.

"I'm going to fuck you now, baby, you ready for me?" Donghyuck asks, groping at Mark's hips and he breaks away from your navel to nod rapidly, arching his back and returning to your pussy with a starved tenacity. His tongue flicks and sucks at your folds, and you move against his ministrations. Donghyuck spits a generous amount of lubricant into his hand and into the space between Mark's ass. As the human eats your pussy, Donghyuck lines himself with his entrance and rests the tip of his cock against it.

"Are you ready for me? I need words this time, Mark." Donghyuck speaks again and Mark whimpers, upset to stop but happy to start.

"Yes, please fuck me. Use me. Both of you, use me." Mark groans and licks against your folds once again, making his way to your clit and sucking tenaciously. You grab ahold of his hair and grind against his face, biting your lip. You know when Donghyuck has entered him, because a low grain escapes him, and Mark moans loudly against your pussy, the reverberations feeling delicious. His entire body moves, slowly, back and forth as Donghyuck creates a pace, adjusting for the both of them and groaning in pleasure.

"Nngh, fuck!" Mark moans, shrill and breathy, biting his lip and panting as Donghyuck increases the pace. To see him like this is a blessing, watching his fucked out expression looking at yours, his lips swollen and his chin glossy with your juices. And his eyebrows twist with pleasure as he cries out, grabbing hold of your hips and continuing to eat your pussy again. He moans and groans, sucks and licks, moving his head up and down, he does it all and you feel an orgasm approaching like wildfire, coming towards you, fast and intense. You grip his hair, and clench, before letting go of it all.

"Oh Asmodeus!" You praise your patron and cum against Mark's tongue, feeling cum spray against his face and soak the fabric underneath your bodies. Recovering from your orgasm, you slide yourself under him, bringing him into a kiss as his body moves forward with every thrust. You taste yourself on his tongue, and feel yourself smear onto your own face. He's whimpering and whining into your mouth and you bring his ear to your lips, whispering.

"Fuck me while he fucks you. I know you can do it." You extend your legs to wrap around him, looking at Donghyuck from Mark's shoulder, and he nods, changing your angles slightly. Mark lines himself with you, and kisses you again, and with the first thrust, he fucks into you.

"Mmnf!" It's your turn to moan into his mouth as Donghyuck essentially fucks you both, every sharp thrust of his hips drives Mark's into yours, and you clung onto him as you close your eyes, arching back almost far enough for your horns to hit the bed above you.

"So good for us. So good for me." Donghyuck growls, fangs bared, and he does something so sexy you moan at the mere sight of it. He bites Mark, on his shoulder, and the human screams in ecstasy, as blood drips down his skin and drops hit your body. You feel your second orgasm sneak its way through, building, and when Mark cries out and cums into your pussy, you let it crash against you, the two of you groaning and writhing in orgasmic bliss.

"Did that feel good, pet? Cumming inside me?" You ask and Mark nods, resting on your chest and panting as Donghyuck continues. Whereas your stamina was long, and you could cum many times, Donghyuck's stamina was longer, but he can only cum once. Twice on occasion.

"I love you." You let Mark say it in his lust-filled state, but give a glance to Donghyuck. He doesn't look upset at the notion. Not at all.

"I'm gonna cum inside you. Fill you up, nice and pretty." Donghyuck falters in his thrusts and falls rigid, relaxing and groaning as Mark jumps, moaning and whining as the incubi pumps cum into him. And once it's done Donghyuck pulls out, slowly and gently, before falling beside you. Mark finds his place, cradled between the two of you, and you move the hair that sticks to his face. There's no point in cleaning yourselves up. Once you go back to hell, any trace of you will be gone, except for the memories in his mind and the brand on his underbelly.

"What do you do for fun? What makes you happy?" You start the conversation first, as your arm drapes over his side and your hand holds your husband's. He goes red as he thinks about it.

"I'm in an idol group. It's me and twenty one others. We're called NCT. I rap." He laughs awkwardly and you smile. Donghyuck presses a kiss to Mark's forehead, bringing his arm to rest under the other's head.

"That does sound fun. How can you make music with twenty other people, though? That sounds difficult. And rap? Our baby does rap? I'd love to hear this." You look at him in alarm. What was he doing? However, hearing the pet name for Mark doesn't upset you. It delights you.

"Oh, really? Well, I could play you my song Golden Hour. I made it without the others." He excitedly stands and grabs his phone, nestling into the space between you like a puzzle piece. The piece he plays is funky, fresh, it's artistic and it makes your ears happy. You tap against his hip with the rhythm and your tail flicks to the beat. Donghyuck bops his head and looks at Mark teasingly as the lyrics boast of his prowess.

"That's amazing. And absolutely a diss track to Gordon Ramsay, what's your beef with him?" You ask and Mark laughs, opening a tweet after a couple searches to show Gordon Ramsay commenting on his eggs.

"You did fuck them up pretty badly. What happened?" Donghyuck laughs and Mark scowls, swatting a hand at his thigh. You could feel the pull back to hell in the base of your wings, and the tip of your horns. You wanted to stay with Mark a little longer though, so youinched closer and rested against him.

"It was years ago, and I have mastered eggs. Hence the song? What do you guys do for fun?" Mark asks and you laugh, looking him in the eye.

"Oh, duh, but surely outside of sex, something matters to you?" He asks, and you bite your lip, thinking about it.

"I sing, and she reads and writes. There are several levels of hell, just where the demons reside. One level has this stage I perform on when I'm not feeding, and a library I almost lose her in. Listen, we do not have much time, but we will be there that day, okay? Whenever it happens, we'll be there." Donghyuck's legs are the first thing to start fading away, and you see your arm start to go too. Mark nods, smiling tearfully.

"Yeah, okay. Thank you again...for everything. I can't wait to see you again." Mark presses a final kiss upon each of your lips, and you both hold him, closing your eyes. When they open, you're greeted by Donghyuck in the fourth plane of hell, Asmodeus's plane, and a sad look crosses both your faces.

"Is it strange I…I miss him. Like, one fuck session with a stranger and I miss him?" You look at him with a yearning glance and Donghyuck nods solemnly.

"It is what happens when you damn a human. Once they've kissed you, you know they're dying for you. You can't help but feel you'd die for them too. I felt it with you." He speaks and you sit beside him. You think about Mark, who lays in his bed with a small smile on his face. His time of death is ten years from now. He'll be on stage with his members, singing and dancing to their newest single. And a sign above is going to fall on him, mangle his face, blood and gore will traumatize his members, and kill him. It's not a way that he deserves, but one he's going to go through anyways. His death will be instant though, and that's all you can hope for.

It's 2033, and you feel it in your heart first, that it's Mark's death day. You hold Donghyuck's hand and look at the gates, feeling a sense of anxiousness in you. Would Mark remember? And would he come through okay?

"Calm down, love, you came in fine and so will he." Donghyuck chides and you nod, looking back at the gate. Demons stream in succession, each getting taken by imps for review, but you'd already told them you'd handle getting Mark situated. You see him then, his fluffy mop of hair as he steps through being the first thing you see. He's a succubus, to lie under, with crimson red skin and smaller wings to match, and he looks for you in earnest. When he sees you, he runs, flying into both your arms and holding you so tightly his new claws dig into your skin.

"You waited." He sighs in relief and you scoff, gripping him tighter to your body and wrapping your tail with his. He marvels at his new body as you speak.

"Of course! We couldn't go back on a promise, especially one to you. Come, we'll show you the ropes." You pull him along and he holds your hands. This was all you needed. Donghyuck and Mark, your flames, your sun, and your moon.

Someone summons you again, but you don't care. You had eternity with them.

You couldn't be happier.

AHGHGH the ending feels rushed again and it was kind of rushed I mean I wrote this all in the span of two days, but that's the ADHD hyperfixation doing it's thing anyways it was going to be just a threesome but then my brain did this thing where it was romance or die so 😭

#kpop imagines #nct x reader #haechan x reader #mark x reader #mark lee #haechan #nct scenarios #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #donghyuck au #mark au

[thesheelfsworld]

My Sun Prince

Warning: None, this is pure fluff

Pairing: Fili Durin x reader

Summary: Fili always looked beautiful, but when the light grazed him, he would glow.

Author's Note: I was definitely inspired by one of @rucow 's drawings, and I hope this gives you the same soft vibes as her drawing gave me. Make sure to check out their art, it'll give you all the feels 🥰

As always, English is not my first language, so please be nice and enjoy!✨

Reclaiming the mountain had been no easy feat, but three years after the battle, things had finally begun to settle. 

In a few weeks' time, the annual Durin’s Day ball will be held and the party preparations were already in full swing. 

As a member of The Company of Thorin Oakenshield, my presence in the festivities was not only expected but required. All 15 of us had our own tradition of gathering outside on the balcony to drink and smoke together and remember how blessed we were to make it out alive, all of us. Even when there was a moment there when it did not seem like it. 

Thorin, Fili, and Kili had been gravely hurt in battle, and when the eagles brought back all three Durins unconscious, the relief of having survived turned sour. Oin could not tell us with certainty if they were going to make it. Their wounds were too severe. That is when the elves’ help came led by a distressed Tauriel, who stood by Kili’s side the entire time. I could have not been more thankful to the elven healers who swiftly got to work and contain their bleeding wounds. 

The three days after the battle were spent pacing restlessly from one side of the infirmary to the other as I helped the healers in whichever way I could. Did they need more gauze? I was on it. More clean rags? I would fetch them. Anything to be useful, but still be close to our wounded. More than once, my feet would take me to the side of the infirmary where my friends rested. Oin had explained that Thorin’s wound was the biggest one, Kili’s wound had luckily spared his spine, but Fili had been wounded in several different places. He had been injured where Azog’s sword had slain him, but the drop afterward had broken both his legs and arm, fractured some ribs, and dislocated a shoulder. All these injuries caused internal bleeding, which they were able to clear, but they were still not sure if he would make it. And if he did, his recovery would be a lengthy and difficult one. Hearing this, I felt devastated. My heart plummeted and tears soon filled my eyes.

After a few days, Oin’s initial diagnosis improved. All three Durins were responding positively to their treatments, although they remained unconscious for the most part.  

Once I was done with my duties for the day, I picked up the habit of looking after the trio, cleaning them slightly, and making sure they were comfortable. I liked talking to them as well, telling them everything that was going on inside the mountain. When I was done, I would usually sit next to Fili and hold his hand. During our travels, I found myself smitten with this dwarf. He was always kind and easy to talk to, and such a fine warrior as well. We worked well together and I genuinely liked fighting alongside him. But the road is no place for romance, and the stakes of the quest were too high. I could not afford to be distracted by my feelings, because those distractions could have cost me my own life or somebody else’s. And yet, with the object of my desires laying upon that bed, unmoving and pale, I could not agree with my previous reasoning. I should have said something, anything. I was so afraid of losing him, of never hearing him speak again, or seeing him fool around with his brother, his eyes alight with mischief and mirth. 

Getting caught up in my musings, I lost track of time and was not sure how long I had been sitting there. The place was dimly lit by the light of the candles, the light rays of sunlight no longer bathing the hall. It must have been night already, surely dinner would be ready in a few. However, I did not wish to leave just yet, I wanted to stay with Fee a while longer. 

Each time I looked at him, a lump would form in my throat. He was so beautiful. The light of the fire would always dance in between the strands of his hair, making them glow and his mustache was neatly braided and resting against his lips, which although pale and chapped, looked as inviting as ever. How I wished I could see them curl into one of his charming grins.

A sob left my throat before I could stop it.

“Mahal, please spare them. Bring them back, bring him…” my voice was barely above a whisper. My prayers were meant for no ears but for those of the Maker. 

And answer my prayers, he did. 

With a lot of effort, patience, and time, all three dwarfs made it out of unconsciousness and through their recovery successfully. And still, I had yet to confess my feelings to a certain prince.

At the moment, however, I had my hands full trying to escape the ever-watchful eye of a certain princess who was set on making me try every dress in existence for the ball. Each dress bigger and stuffier than the last. Do not mistake me, I have gotten along with Dis from the moment I met her. We bonded pretty quickly not only over the stupidity of her kin for splitting up on that mountain, but over our worry for them. But now, I could not run faster to get away from her. 

I had duties to attend to, duties which she canceled in order to try even more dresses than we did the day before, and the day before that one. 

Looking back over my shoulder to make sure she had not spotted me, I did not see where I was going and ran into a very strong chest. 

“Oh, I am so sorry! I did not see-” 

The words caught in my throat when I looked into the eyes that accompanied such a sturdy chest. 

“Oh, hi Fee, how are you?” I tried to sound nonchalant, though I could feel myself blushing.

However, Fili’s expression showed nothing but amusement, and his soft smile fully lessened my embarrasment. 

“I  am alright, just got out of a meeting. You, on the other hand, seem like you are being chased after, are you okay?” He could not contain his chuckle as he asked me if I needed help. 

“I am being chased, actually, by your mother. Please help me,” I pleaded with my best puppy eyes and grabbed the lapels of his coat, “she is making me try all these truly dreadful dresses again, and I can not take it anymore.”

This dwarf really dared to burst out laughing and never had a scowl form so quickly on my face. 

“Yes yes, laugh it up! But next time you are getting scolded for a prank gone wrong, I will not hide you, just wait and see,” and I turned to leave. 

Fili quickly sobered up and grabbed my arm, “There is no need to go there. I am sorry for laughing, it’s just good to be on the other side of her fussing for once, that’s all.”

“Yes, well, it is my first time on this side and it is getting a bit much.”

“I understand, and as a prince, I feel it is my duty to save a damsel in distress. So, if you please” he extended his arm to me “I will hide you from dreadful dress fittings and fusing mothers” 

“My hero!” playing along, I sighted dreamily and leaned on his shoulder, a hand resting against my forehead as I pretended to faint. Fili’s laughter echoed on the walls of the hall and we sped away to the gates of the mountain. 

Arm in arm, we made our way to the edge of the forest that surrounded Erebor. 

“You have no idea how long it has been since I have come out for some fresh air,” I commented. 

“Me too. Uncle has been keeping me very busy these past few weeks”

“So I have noticed. Kili too has been missing a lot lately, but when I do catch sight of him, he is following after Tauriel. It is actually very cute,” a slight smile grazes my face to hide the feeling of longing that loomed in my heart.

“Yes, he has also been very busy, but still makes time to see her. I probably should have done the same, I’ve missed you” 

At that, my eyebrows shot up so high, I was confident they could have met my hairline. I looked at him and found him sitting next to me but staring at the ground. Regaining my senses and taking advantage of this moment of vulnerability, I took a moment to look at him properly. It had been some time since we had had any time together, just the two of us, and I wanted to enjoy it. The golden light of the sun setting in the west took me back to that night in the infirmary when he had been fighting for his life. If I thought then that he was beautiful, now, with the sun kissing his skin and his eyes wide open and full of life, he was ethereal. Absolutely breathless, I tried to answer him, say anything to keep the conversation going, but nothing came out. 

I opened and closed my mouth a few times until Fili turned his entire body to face me. 

“What is it? Do I have something in my face?” he jested.

And I could not help but giggle because yes, he did have something on his face, absolute beauty. 

Fili’s eyes opened wide and his cheeks turned a deep crimson red. Perhaps his skin was getting too sensitive to the sun after being underground for so long, I thought. 

“You really think I am beautiful?” 

I frowned, how did he …? Oh god, how embarrassing to have said that out loud, but then again, he didn’t look put out. Far from it, he looked happy.

“Yes,” all the air left my body with that only word. 

“Yes, I do,” I said, this time with more confidence.

Fili beamed at me. A bright light that seemed to be coming from his very soul out through his eyes and smile blinded me, and I was sure that with him by my side, no dark days would ever come again.

“I think you are very beautiful as well”

His reply made me smile, and the words I have been wanting to say for months -years were now demanding to get out. 

“I feel the deepest kind of love for you, Fili, and I do not know how to hide it anymore.”

“Then don’t,” his eyes became glossy and he took both of my hands in his. “Do not hide it, give it to me instead, and I will give you mine.”

Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. My heart soared with the knowledge that my affections were returned. 

“Do you truly feel this way?”

“Yes, amralime. I have loved you for as long as I have known you. I loved you after every battle and during our hardest days.” Both of his hands came up to cradle my face and joined our foreheads together. With eyes closed, he continued, “I loved you when you were the first thing I saw after the battle and I loved you when you stood by my side during my recovery. And with each day that passes, I love you even more.” 

My hands grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him to me. Our lips met and all I could focus on was Fili. How he tasted, how he felt, how soft his hair was and how well his hands fitted on my body. 

Warmth filled my entire being, not from the sun, but from the golden prince who was finally in my arms.

#fili durin #fili x reader #fili x oc #fili has my heart #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #tolkien #dwarf #thorin's company #middle earth #lotr #jrr tolkien #hobbit #the hobbit trilogy #bilbo baggins #botfa

[kavehnanginto]

encounter

07: yes or yes!

"You are a lost cause in the case of logic and Mathematics," he sighed as you stood there thinking about how disappointed he looks at you. It was a normal sight for you now. "Actually I wanted to discuss about something to you, I was about to talk about this in our next tutor session however in this environment, it is absolutely perfect to talk about."

What?

The moment was disrupted by a single phone call and now you were left all alone. Damn.

"Kaveh, yes I haven't eaten them. Yes they are fully clothed. Mhm they are indeed not being a 'bitch in heat' or whatever you say..."

Angry murmurs can be heard on the other side of the phone and you can only expect that Alhaitham's ears are starting to bleed. But what can you really do when you don't even know what Kaveh is talking about?

They were bickering for a while and you were starting to get sleepy. But holding tight to your subconscious you overheard something.

"Yes we are, what did you say again? Dating? Yeah we are doing that right now mhm..."

I'm fucking screwed...

Books fell out of order when you grabbed his expensive phone, not caring if it breaks atleast your dignity will be saved. Scaramouche is gonna absolutely destroy you and bully you for years because of this.

"Hello... Kaveh. What Alhaitham said was..."

"The truth." He was relieved to see his phone still in one piece when he grabbed it from you. "Now go off and do some chit chat with Faruzan or something."

As he placed the phone on the floor he then went ahead and opened the lights. For an hour now you had to read using scented candles.

"All this time there was light? How did you even have access here?"

"I own this place." He casually mumbled and finally sat on his chair, the very same one he used when we first tutored. "Now where was I?"

"Did you just forget that you told Kaveh we were dating?"

"What's wrong with that?" His eyes were on you and even as you looked at every other thing in the room his eyes stayed frozen.

"Do you even know what date means?"

His eyebrows furrowed by such confidence regarding intelligence and knowledge of spelling for someone who can't even spell tyranosaurose rex.

"I might expect this question from someone like Faruzan or your friend with smoky eyeshadow and a mess of a haircut but not someone as dumb as you. Of course I know what dating means."

You sighed in relief and then thought out loud.

"Wait why the fuck would you say that to your blond chick then?"

"Because we are, atleast they think we are."

And finally you remember the warning and advice that Scaramouche gave you, and how he was indeed correct. Again. You had to use it now or else you're screwed. How can you have a chance eating a piece of ass from those hotties in Liyue when you are dating the loner that nobody likes... and everyone is obsessed with for some reason?

"And just about now that stupid gossip account will update..."

You heard your phone ring the next second.

He wanted to play that game, huh.

"Can you call Kaveh and say what you said was absolutely insane and... bullshit and not true?!"

"Oh just deal with it, I haven't told you why I even said that—"

"Atleast what I'll be saying is true..." you grabbed your phone and was about to type something. "Cal him back again or else..."

"You'll tell them what happened in Mondstadt?"

He again grabbed your phone and gently placed it on the floor, his steps were as calm as ever.

YOU WANTED YOUR SECOND YEAR OF COLLEGE TO BE BETTER THAN THIS. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH THAT?

"Let's see who will be more likely to suffer between the both of us." He sighed and wanted you to think rationally. "I may have not minded Kaveh's reputation of being my whore, but not you."

He pulled out his book and made you sat down next to him. If you had a knife that moment you don't know who you would rather kill first.

"I need you for something you see."

encounter: prev. masterlist. next.

alhaitham x reader smau

synopsis: after alhaitham accepted to tutor his token dumb classmate, the whole school started rumors and gossip to the unknown reason as to why while you were stuck dealing with him after that embarrassing encounter.

taglist: @annathea-annoona @aixaingela @mimimimiaphwsgi @no3hg3nshin @winterpein @crowbird @aloversoath @liminalimmortal @mochicurls21

note: are you enjoying this or something please i need reassurance

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #genshin angst #alhaitham x you #alhaitham smau #genshin impact x reader #genshin smau #genshin x gender neutral reader #encounter smau

[miracles-and-butterflies]

The second part to @maleficent09’s prompt.

I recommend reading the first half for this to make sense, if you haven’t already or just want a reminder. This comes directly after.

~~~~~~

Never, Ever Different II

“Mirabel?”

“Mirabel?!”

“Can she hear us?”

“Or see us, for that matter?”

“Mirabel!”

Agustín, having some of the longer legs of the group (and not fighting with an older sister) reached the girl first, who was trying to open a door. Hyperventilating as she struggled with it.

“Mirabel! Miraboo, breathe. You’re having a panic attack.”

“No…. no!” Mirabel cried, finally finding her voice. “The house is going to break again!”

Agustín frowned. “No. No, it isn’t, mija,” He gently felt Mirabel’s forehead. “You’re a little warm. You should sit down.”

“I can’t. I can’t. It’s my fault this is happening. I need to fix it! I can’t!” Her voice quavers, and he reaches for an embrace, trying to guide her away from the door.

“Mirabel, Casita is okay—”

“Don’t touch me!” She shrieked, tears streaming. Shaking in fear as she tried to force the door open. “No. None of this is okay! I didn’t mean to… I never wanted to break our family!”

“Mirabel? It’s okay.”

Mirabel went to scream again when she, too, stopped herself. There was blood on her right hand. Too much blood. She must’ve reopened the cut in her palm in her effort to get one of the doors open.

“Oh, Mirabel…”

Mirabel’s eyes fluttered. Her knees gave way and she collapsed into her father’s arms. Agustín lowered them to the floor slowly. Fanning his hand in front of her face, though he didn’t know if it made any difference.

By this point, the others had all gathered nearby and wished they hadn’t. Even Isabela looked a little pale when she saw amount the blood coming from her sister’s hand.

“Ay dios mio,” Julieta mutters, gently taking Mirabel from Agustín. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. I found her like this. I think she’s having an anxiety attack, maybe the thunder caused it?” Agustín said.

“No,” Mirabel whimpered, “It’s real. The house is in danger. You need to get out.”

The Madrigals exchanged worried looks.

“Mirabel, Casita is in one piece. Nobody is in any danger.” Julieta says softly.

“I heard the cracks! I saw the house breaking, too! It’s real!” Mirabel’s voice became weaker as she choked on air.

“Look around you. There’s nothing wrong with Casita. You hear me, Mirabel? It’s okay.”

Mirabel follows Pepa’s instruction and her eyes wander around, and she swore she saw a crack curling around a pillar distantly. She froze clutched desperately to Julieta’s sleeve.

“Kid, there’s nothing there.” Bruno tells her.

“There is.” She shakes her head, barely audible.

“There isn’t. It’s just in your head.”

Julieta cups Mirabel’s cheek and redirects her focus onto herself.

“I need you to breathe, Mirabel,” her mother says. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Just like I’m doing.”

Mirabel inhaled hesitantly, but coughed on her exhale as her eyes flickered back to the pillar again. The cracks had gone. But there was no candle doorknob glowing brighter. Is she saving the miracle? No.

She only looks back when fingers brush her cheeks.

“No, focus on me.” Julieta instructed, stroking some of her curls back behind her ear. “Can you take another breath for me?”

Mirabel did manage the inhale and exhale this time, however, she yelped when pain bloomed in her right palm. In her paranoid state, she didn’t register it as towel being pressed down to stem the bleeding, just some torture that twisted with her memories of the collapse and that tile…

How everyone had thought she slashed her own hand and created this tall tale for attention and pity because she was jealous of Antonio. That was only cemented when she caught a glance of Alma watching her with an unreadable expression - disappointment, it was always disappointment for her.

She jumped, quickly forcing herself up and causing Julieta and Agustín to sit back from her a little as she stumbled. She screamed when her back hit the wall.

“Mirabel, calm down.” Alma said.

And like that, Mirabel’s panic dissolves to nothing.

With the panic, goes the adrenaline and suddenly Mirabel’s hand is in complete agony. She holds it limp, sinking into a corner. For a moment, Agustín and Julieta remain still, worried about setting her off again.

At a nod from Alma though, Julieta moves first.

She holds Mirabel’s palm out flat, rubbing circles and soothing patterns into the skin, while Agustín cleans away the blood and then wraps the injury with a bandage. Based on how their daughter winces, Julieta thinks he might have tied a little tighter than necessary, but she doesn’t doubt she would do the same; she’s so incredibly concerned for her youngest.

Mirabel sat frozen and relatively quiet throughout. She desperately wanted to cry, to let out all the emotions that came from the house breaking again, but no one appeared to believe her.

“Are you okay, mi amor?” Julieta asked.

“I… I’m fine.” Mirabel mumbled, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me..”

It was Casita. The building came over her - literally.

Julieta looked at her sadly. “No, Mirabel. You’re not fine. Something is troubling you, and we want to help. But you need to talk to us.”

“I am fine.”

“Miraboo, can you tell us how you were feeling then?” Agustín asked.

“Fine.” Mirabel was certain of it.

“You’re not, Mirabel. You aren’t. And that’s okay. We don’t expect you to be fine all the time.”

Mirabel looked back at her parents. They haven’t moved from their spots, still looking at her with so much care and concern that she doesn’t deserve.

She looked around the room again, she couldn’t see anything. There had to be something…

“I am mostly fine… my head hurts a little?” Mirabel tried, the words were difficult and slightly untrue - her head would hurt later if she kept straining her eyes.

“Okay. Can you tell us anything else?”

She just lifts her right hand. It feels too obvious to say outright, but listing off the physical issues is easier than merely thinking of the others. She just can’t bring herself to actually talk about how she’s feeling.

What’s the point? Nobody believes her about the cracks. It is all in her head. It’s happening all over again.

But it isn’t! She heard them, she saw them. She was told she was wrong last time, and she wasn’t. The house did break. And it was clear it was going to break again.

She really needs her glasses…

And she’s missed everything her parents have been saying.

“It’s alright, Mirabel. Just come find your father or I if you’re having a panic attack, alright? You shouldn’t hurt yourself.”

“I didn’t! I just… the cracks…”

“Remember that we’re always here for you, corazon.” Julieta kisses the top of the girl’s head.

Mirabel was helped to her feet and guided back upstairs to the nursery. She tries looking for damage on the way, but there is nothing to be seen.

As she lays in bed she hears the others talking about what she did. Tío Félix, who had woken up and joined them at some point, believes she suffered a nervous breakdown and the additional lack of sleeping isn’t helping her. Abuela seems to think it’s an overactive imagination. Her parents blame it on sleep deprivation and no glasses. Tío Bruno just seems to think she’s lost her head.

Mirabel doesn’t know what’s wrong with her, but Tío Félix is scarily accurate.

Regardless of what caused her spiral, they need to do something. And Mirabel wants to know what - she doesn’t like not-knowing. She tries to continue to listen in.

She doesn’t remember falling asleep.

~~~~~~

A couple of days later found Mirabel frequently curled up in bed with a blanket wrapped around her.

She had woken up that morning, checked for cracks, set the table and went back to bed. To hide, not sleep. It had become routine since the thunderstorm.

Mirabel had taught herself to not wake up from nightmares or even memories screaming; she would suffer in silence. Any noise may alert Dolores and who knows who she would inform.

Her tears went unheard and unseen in the nursery. She could distantly hear the adults talking from time to time outside her room, though she was unable to pick out any specific words. But the strained and tense way they were talking left no mystery that it was about her.

Guilt twisted inside when she realised she’d created that concern. She’d let them down.

They had expected better from her; it was her second chance too. And now they thought… well, she didn’t exactly know, but she could guess. They had said there was no cracks. They had said it was all in her head.

That’s what they said last time.

Her family frequently let her know they were there for her and that she could talk to them about anything whenever she wanted, but there’s no point in troubling them with something so worthless. In all honesty, she wants even the smallest form of comfort, at the same time, she doesn’t want to burden her family anymore than she already has.

So, she didn’t ask for help. Instead, she just bottled up all the pain and misery until it felt like her chest would burst.

And maybe it somewhat did.

She’s setting the table for dinner, when Dolores enters and points out the broken tapestry. She had forgotten about that, but so had everyone else. In a twisted way, she’s fitting in: for the first time, she truly belongs with her family.

Mirabel doesn’t even look up from the plates when she’s asked why she hasn’t fixed it. “I never should have been here in the first place.”

There’s nothing but silence.

Everyone in the nearby vicinity is staring at her and she feels their gazes burning through the back of her head. She realises what she’s said. She scrambles to pick up the pieces.

“That sounds bad. I didn’t mean it that way. I meant that I never should have been on the tapestry… wait, that’s not much better. I mean, I’m grateful to be here, for everything— you were all perfect, and I was wrong, I knew better. And the cracks were my fault, I didn’t mean to jinx— I’m sorry—”

“Mirabel!”

Like that, Mirabel’s mouth falls shut.

“Mirabel,” Alma says again, less harshly. “Maybe it would be best for you to take the tapestry up to the nursery, after dinner. You can fix it when you are ready.”

The girl nods, silently. She finished with the plates and all but yanks the cloth from the wall in her haste to get it down.

Luisa pulls her aside as she tries to leave the dining room.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Her sister asks. “Talk to me. It’ll feel so much better if you get it off your chest.”

“That’s absurd, Luisa. I’m fine.”

Luisa didn’t look convinced.

Fortunately, a distraction in the form of Camilo came bouncing into the dining room.

“Hey, you finally noticed the tapestry!” He chuckled. “I had to keep making the cut bigger because nobody seemed to notice, but the prank worked. I was thinking we put a family photograph up there.”

“Why?” Luisa questioned.

“What? Do you think we’re seriously gonna put up that dish cloth back up there? That’s funny, Luisa. No, we should get a family portrait or something to fill the space - Señor Cortez is always a good laugh when doing his paintings. It’s been a while since we’ve had him round. I wonder how many of us he remembers?”

Mirabel doesn’t answer. She shifts in discomfort and it just makes Camilo laugh more. Luisa nudges him away with her elbow, standing between the pair.

“Camilo, knock it off.” Luisa hissed.

“I’m not doing anything! I’m just talking to my cousin!” He argues, half-climbing over her arm to keep eye contact with Mirabel. “Speaking of, how’s your hand?”

She glanced at the wound in her right palm. It’s stopped bleeding by now. But it still hurts, the placement is too awkward to do anything.

“Diego, Samuel and Juanito told me you didn’t give them a demonstration. So you didn’t get healed. I mean, what a way to ruin their first prank - they’re only children, and they worked so incredibly hard on it. What if that had been Antonio?” Camilo had the gall to look sorrowful. Then he smirked again. “Do you have a cool scar?”

Luisa doesn’t quite understand what Camilo is talking about anymore and is too busy trying to connect the dots to shoo him away again. Mirabel, on the other hand, knows exactly what he’s talking about and feels sick to her stomach.

With Luisa distracted, he slips by and snatches for Mirabel’s hand, holding it so he can see the damage.

“Does it hurt if I touch it?” Camilo asked. “Wait, don’t answer. I already know it will. Sensitive, little Mirabel Madrigal, who couldn’t take a kids’ lame joke. Hey! Prima? Are you listening? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Then, he realises.

“Or a crack, is that what you see? Is Casita breaking again? Has your mind finally snapped?”

“Camilo, you have ten seconds to leave before I do something you’ll regret.” Luisa snarled, once again pushing the younger two apart.

Camilo scoffed, but relented, holding up his hands in surrender. He took a miniature step back and walked around his cousins, looking Mirabel up and down as he passed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, I was only kidding. Jinx.”

Before anyone could say anything else, Camilo left the room. There were distances shouts from Tío Bruno and Antonio, who wanted to finish their game.

“Ignore him, Mirabel. He’s an idiot. I’ll deal with him later… Mirabel, are you sure everything is okay?” Luisa is still pressing on, ever an impenetrable wall.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be? Is everything okay with you?”

Luisa took a step closer. “No, I’m worried about you. Is everything really fine? In Casita with us, I mean. Or at school. Or just in general. You don’t have to go into detail or anything, I just want you to know that you can talk to me. You need to talk to someone. At this point I’d rather you tell Isabela than keep it to yourself.”

They stand in silence for the next few minutes.

Mirabel can’t bring herself to just leave, it would be impolite and she needs to ensure Luisa is okay. But, at the same time, she doesn’t want to talk about how she’s feeling. She’s just having this internal war with herself.

She stares for a long time.

They both expect the long, insisting ‘fine’. Or maybe Mirabel will try lure Luisa away from this topic of conversation, push the focus onto something or someone else entirely.

But she doesn’t do any of that.

Her head shakes slightly and the doe eyes look so watery magnified by her glasses, as breathing becomes difficult. “I’m not fine.”

Luisa doesn’t know what to say. She was expecting Mirabel’s stubbornness to last a lot longer - then again, it’s already done ten long years and the past few must’ve shredded whatever was left of it.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mirabel says after. “I’m never going to get better...”

All of the nearby Madrigals exchange worried looks upon hearing that. The pain and despair and vulnerability in the girl has built up so high - she was choking on it.

“I’m never going to sleep without nightmares. I’m never going to forget about what happened to me. I’ll never feel safe or content at home again. I know that it is important to keep going, and that this is our second chance, but I'm never going to get better..."

Her voice is tight with emotion and pain. Everything is a whirlwind of muddled feelings and suffering.

“Everything is wrong. This second chance is a mess. Nothing is going right, every little thing is so stressful, and I’m making everything worse. The town knows it is, the family knows it is, I know it is! All I’ve ever done is make things worse!” Mirabel has to stop to take a shuddering breath. “It seems like being a jinx is the only thing I can do. I try so hard to compensate for ruining everything… and I just make it worse. I don’t know why I’m so broken.”

The girl weeps. She dug bloody crescent moons into her palms. She doesn’t know why she suddenly broke open.

Years of keeping her mouth shut, hoping and waiting that one day things would be different. But it’s never different, not for her. All of that is pouring out. The family, the town, the cracks, her last seconds alone in Casita’s remains, the uselessness, the neglect, the horror, all the horrible thoughts that plagued her mind at night, preventing her form sleep.

“I’m so scared,” Mirabel admits, quietly. “I can’t stop thinking about things going wrong. Everything reminds me of before and I’m just living through my worst moments, knowing that I might not survive again. I don’t want to hurt or disappoint any of you. I don’t know how to handle it. I just want things to be different. But it’s never different for me. It’s not—”

She breaks down. She trembles violently, having to brace herself on the back of a chair, as she splutters on air. The tapestry long since discarded on the floor.

Suddenly, she felt arms wrap around her.

She looked up and saw Luisa hugging her tightly, awkwardly bent to counter the height difference. She hadn’t hugged anyone since the collapse, and barely allowed people to get as close to her. It’s all kinds of horrible. But the hug is somehow still familiar and comforting…

Mirabel hesitantly hugged Luisa back, burying her face against her stomach.

“Shh, it’s okay, hermanita. I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay.” Luisa just repeats these reassurances, as Mirabel slowly quietens down.

Looking over her sister’s head, the adults are watching with such concern and guilt. Their parents cling to each other, mouthing their gratitude to Luisa for actually getting her sister to open up. Tía Pepa is crying at the sight and Luisa finds herself copying the gentle ways Tío Félix calms her. Isabela’s expression is mostly unreadable and Abuela still looks to be comprehending everything Mirabel had said.

In that moment, Luisa decides she wasn’t going to let Mirabel become her old self again - prey to everyone, a forgotten name not worthy of recognition, a personal scapegoat at everyone’s disposal.

It angers Luisa a bit. They’ve all got second chances and been encouraged to change and work through their issues, and nobody had taken the time to do so for her little sister.

And she’s got a funny feeling that Mirabel still hasn’t told them everything.

“Mirabel?”

Luisa’s voice is softer than it ever has been.

“Mirabel, I need you to listen to me, okay? You are not to blame for anything that happened,” Luisa says. “You did not cause the cracks, you did not make the miracle fade. You have nothing to make up for. You are not a jinx.”

Mirabel raised her head like an alarmed doe, blinking at her sister in disbelief.

She continues. “I’m not gonna act like I know what you’re going through, because I don’t, but I just want you to know that I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what happens or what you say, I’ll always be here for you, Mira. Things are going to be different, I promise.”

Another couple minutes passed.

Mirabel tucks her head back down, looking away. Luisa’s words hit deep, as she replays them over and over in her head.

She is breathing heavily, disrupting the settling peace.

The pain in her chest is worse than normal. It’s so tight and crushing and hard to breathe. She moves her arm and almost screams when she hits Luisa’s arm. There’s a flash of being sheltered by Casita’s remains in her vision. Her anxiety is spiking greatly.

The older notices and loosens her grip, “It’s okay. It’s just me. You’re safe. Everything is okay.”

“Lou?” Mirabel whispered.

Her sister nodded. “That’s me. I’m right here. We’re all right here.”

Luisa pulls her closer again, gently taking her injured hand into one of her own. The support of someone else takes a weight off her shoulders and she can suddenly breathe again. But the thing that really makes her feel better? Her parents and Isabela joining them in the dining room, simply offering their company.

“I love you, Mirabel.” Her parents and sisters each say in turn.

For a moment, Mirabel didn’t reply. She’s begun to relax against Luisa, surrounded by the others. They think she might have fallen asleep.

But then, in a weak, shaky voice. “I love you, too...”

And, for once, Mirabel truly felt safe.

#encanto #my writing #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #alma madrigal #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #madrigal family #the cold family #ask me anything

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

Taylor Jane Green

may I introduce, an OC @kalid-raven has inspired me to make, with the possible plan to make them Mia's online friend

Name: Taylor Jane Green 

Nicknames: Tay, Jay, Tay-Jay (only if you're very close, otherwise you'll get glared at), Greenie 

Gender: Nonbinary (not defined), they/them 

Age: 19  

Height: 5'6” 

Hair: Curly, chin-length, natural red-head but sometimes dye it darker shades. Have it cut into a bob-like style every once in a while, but rarely bother to actually style it. Have, and do, cut “just the tips” themself, or let friends do it. 

Eyes: Green-grey  

Zodiac Sign: Leo (Aug 8)  

Sexual Orientation: Pan 

Notable Traits: Small scar through their right brow and another one along her jaw – they used to run around and climb a lot as a child. Never fell off a tree, but was tripped by another kid once. Another time they walked into a sign and learned that head wounds bleed quite a lot. 

Style: Jeans and oversized T-shirts with all kinds of prints, video games, quotes, art... whatever strikes their fancy. However, they also wear natural tones a lot, have sweaters and shirts they made themself, and patchwork stuff – some people think it’s weird, but they don’t care much what other people think (anymore). They have a tattoo of the moon phases on their left inner forearm, covering up scars. 

Personality: Free-spirited, Kind, Open-minded, Independent, Loyal, Thick-headed, Patient, Restless, Cheerful but serious, when necessary, Observant, Organised 

Ability: They can see ghosts, sense other people's feelings, and transfer energy between themself and other living beings (to a small degree, it’s not like sucking out someone’s life force, but they can save dying plants. They found out about this specific ability after they passed out from overdoing it and then did some research). While they have learned to control their energy better and block out others’ emotions, they cannot avoid seeing ghosts. Do try to avoid acknowledging them though, if the ghosts don’t know that Taylor can see them, they usually stay away. 

General info: Studying English and working at a small tea shop in the area. They also sell self-made scented candles, soap, and jewelry or charms – both online and at fairs or conventions. Most of the information on these things they got from a notebook their mother left behind after leaving a couple years ago. Their father did his best trying to raise them and got a lot of help from their maternal grandma and aunts. Once they turned 18, they moved to another city to study, keeping contact via text.  

At the end of their first semester, in the night after their last exam, they woke up to the feeling of being watched. They saw the silhouette of a person sitting in the chair by her desk and switched on the bedside lamp. To their surprise, the person sitting there was their dad – but how? How had he gotten here? Had their roommate let him in? And why hadn’t he woken her up? 

“Jay, I am so sorry it has to be this way. You have to be very strong now, okay? For me?” were the only words he could get out before he disappeared. At first they had told themself it had been imagination, a dream – but then they got the call, their aunt telling them that their father had been shot in their home. 

That was the first time they saw a ghost. 

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The Boundless Sphere of Fate - Lee Taemin - Chapter 9 - The Ritual

General masterlist

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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Chapter 9 - The Ritual

word count: 1.4k words

“I bought everything I remember, but…”

“But?” Taemin asks, uneasy.

“I couldn’t find the book. I must’ve lost it when I moved.”

“Shit. You shouldn’t do this, Blair. You don’t even remember all the warnings. And you have to cut yourself, for fuck’s sake.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna hurt.” Blair grimaces. “Plus, you were 22 when you died, so there’s 22 candles I’d have to put out in under 25 seconds. That’s hard.”

“It’s impossible. Let’s just not try it, hm?”

“No, we’re gonna try it! There’s a supermoon tonight, which means the moon is the brightest. It’s our only chance to do it tonight.”

“… fine. But if something goes wrong, I warned you.”

“Mkay, mom, thanks for warning me.” Blair rolls her eyes as she places the 22 candles in a perfect circle.

They both wait anxiously until the clock hits 03:15, and as soon as it does, Blair steps into the circle and starts lighting up all the candles. She hurries, because she knows she only has less than 15 minutes to finish the ritual. Once she’s done, she recites the spell.

“I, Kim Blair, offer Lee Taemin my soul and spirit. This blood should be proof of my intent.”

It’s crazy that she remembers this phrase so well after so many years, but she doesn’t pay it much mind. She hurries to the next step of the ritual, which is cutting herself to get enough blood to put out the flames of the candles.

25 seconds for 22 flames. She reminds herself in her head over and over, trying to ignore the pain she’s just caused herself as the large blade she brought pierced her left wrist. Blood starts pouring down like a waterfall and she hastily goes over the candles. She’s dizzy, but she must hurry. She doesn’t even notice Taemin’s worried gaze on her.

18, 19, 20 She counts the seconds that passed in her head. Only 3 more candles to go.

21, 22, 23 One more candle.

24- “Yes!” She exclaims happily, smelling the smoke rising from the put-out candles. “I did it!”

“Now what?” Taemin tilts his head. He doesn’t feel much different.

“Now we wait. If the ritual worked… all the candles should light back up in under 2 minutes.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Yes, yes. I brought a first aid kit in here. I’ll get it-” She tries to stand up, but falls back down, the dizziness getting to her head. She’s lost a lot of blood.

“Shit!” Taemin exclaims and goes over to the first aid kid himself, using his spiritual energy to lift it up. He drops it next to her and involuntarily grabs at her injured hand, and exactly when his hand makes contact with her wrist, all the candles light up and he is able to touch her.

He is able to touch her!

Both look at each other in astonishment, to the place where they are connected, and then back to their eyes, as they can’t believe the ritual worked and they can feel one another.

However, their excitement is short lived as they realise they have a more important task at hand: making sure Blair doesn’t bleed out to death in the middle of this circle.

Taemin reaches out to the first aid kit, opening it with ease and pulling out some disinfectant and gauze, and starts applying pressure to the cut. He’s never felt more energised than he does now, and he finds that interacting with other objects is much easier now.

Blair looks as if she is lost into her own world. She softly hums and touches Taemin’s hair, moving it out of his eyes and behind the ears. It is fairly long and silky, and it looks great on him, and it’s way softer than she imagined it would be.

She doesn’t feel too much different, but the loss of blood made her lightheaded, so she lets Taemin do the work.

When Taemin is done bandaging her up, though, as soon as he removes his hands from her and they are no longer touching, Blair feels as if her whole energy has been ripped away. The fatigue she feels is something she’s never experienced before, and she finds it difficult to stand up on her own.

“Hey, can you help me up?” She says, but her voice is barely coming out of her throat. It hurts to speak, or to move too much.

“Of course!” Taemin replies with glee and touches her, and all of a sudden, Blair feels better again.

“That’s weird.” She says.

“What?” Taemin asks, completely oblivious.

“Whenever I touch you, things are great, but if I remove my hand…” She does so to test it out again, and unsurprisingly, once she no longer holds Taemin, she feels as if all the air has been taken out of her lungs. “It’s horrible. It’s like… I don’t have energy to do anything.”

And then she remembers.

The performer’s spirit will be halved. In order to make the spirit of the deceased tangible, the performer’s life essence will be transferred to offer power to the soul of the deceased.

“Blair…” He watches her concerned, and she throws her whole body into his immediately and closes her eyes, not wanting to think of the consequences of what she’s just done.

“We are soulmates after all, Taemin!” She exclaims and looks to his eyes fondly, and touches his cheeks that are so soft and fluffy and squishable. Then, she raises on her tiptoes and pecks his lips, and she’s so happy that she can feel them, that nothing else matters. 

“Yes, we really are. Blair, I feel… so, so amazing right now. You have no idea!”

“I can’t believe it worked.” She grins. It doesn’t matter that she’s only going to feel full when they are touching one another. “I literally can’t believe it.”

“Neither do I. It’s surreal. Damn. Let’s fucking go to the bedroom!” He says, and Blair chuckles as he picks her up.

Their touches are dreamlike, and both are excited as Taemin does all the things he’s promised he’d do, from the way his lips linger on her neck, to how his hand is moving under her pants, and by the end of their passionate time together, Blair is a panting mess and Taemin feels elevated.

~

“Well, you weren’t lying when you said you’d be the best I’d have.” Blair chuckles as she lays down on Taemin’s chest.

“What, did you think I was lying?” He chuckles.

“Having sex with a ghost is weird as fuck.”

“Yea, I agree. You know, it felt great, and I also had an orgasm, but it’s weird not releasing… anything.”

“I mean, you don’t really have a body that could release anything, do you? I’d say you should be thankful you actually felt something.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe it. I haven’t felt anything in so much time, Blair. Like, even when I would pick something up, I didn’t actually… touch it? It was more like… my spirit would make it move and I would just use my hands as a means to make it move but I couldn’t feel it.”

“So, how is it now?”

“I can touch you.” He smiles.

“What about other objects? Like when you picked the first aid kit?”

“No… it was still spiritual energy. As you said, I don’t actually have a body, do I?” He chuckles.

“Hmm… so why are we able to touch each other? Is it like… our souls or something that touch and we simply feel it?”

“I guess so?” Taemin tilts his head. “Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m happy I can finally grab your butt!” He says and squishes it, making Blair yelp. “Wanna go for another round?”

“Oh, God.” Blair laughs. “No way. Don’t get me wrong, I love you, but I’m tired as fuck-”

“Wait, you love me?” He looks at her bewildered, as if she said the most unimaginable thing ever.

“Why are you acting so shocked?” She laughs.

“Because I am. What? I love you too, but… what?”

“I am really confused right now, Taem. Did you think I’d give half my soul for literally anyone? Of course I love you! You’re my literal soulmate, for fuck’s sake.” She playfully slaps the top of his head, and she’s so glad she can finally do so, instead of having her hand go through it.

“I don’t know, I just- Wow! Okay, soulmate, I love you, love you, love you~”

“Did you just start singing the Goblin song? Damn, TV really does you no good.”

“Weren’t you tired? Why do you keep picking on me?!”

“Okay, okay, I’m gonna sleep. Good night, Taem.”

“Good night, love.” He kisses the top of her head, and she manages to fall asleep quickly.

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Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

#shinee #taemin #fanfiction #lee taemin #shinee masterlist #shawol #shinee taemin #taemin guilty #taemin smut #shinee smut #taemin shinee #taemin angst #taemin imagine #shinee imagines #taemin scenario #shinee scenarios #taemin fluff #shinee angst #shinee fluff #requests open #red string of fate #red thread of fate #red thread of destiny #red string au #non idol au #fated #fortune telling #fate #ghost #ghost whisperer

[musekicker]

A concept for a bunch of Helluva Boss oc's I'm working on. The general idea of this group is based off the theme of animes with one central love interest and multiple other possible other love matches (though in this case it will end in poly relationship) . I'm still trying to come up with more love interests ocs though. But here's what I have.

Pink: a imp, though possibly might have more to her then she knows...

Her horns are short, the tips curved back into a u shape. And she has a white slash mark scar over her chest, often covered up by clothes. Speaking of clothes, Pink's clothes generally have some element of it being pink. It Can be a pink patch, embroidery on the pocket, ribbons. The rest of her clothe might be black but other wise, a pop of pink.

Bubbly and fun loving. She does have a competitive side when it comes to games however so watch out.

Works at a cafe, though not allowed anywhere near any cooking equipment. She just can not cook. Does a great job as a waitress though, some customers loving her sweet attitude and her interest in how everyone is doing.

Oh, she also might have some form of power that she knows nothing about just yet.

Dove: a bird type demon, looking like a bleeding heart pigeon. From a rich family.

He always had liked to read books while drink coffee at the cafe that Pink works at now. Though Pink getting hired was a new thing to him. Something that shouldn't had really been something he really noticed. But then he saw her heart. Or rather, he saw her heart and could read nothing from it.

See, His power is to read peoples hearts and see their secrets. This works on almost everyone. But Pink is the only imp so far whose heart that Dove just can't read. It's his trying to figure out why that is that has him sticking around more and eventually bonding with Pink.

He becomes a good back up for Pink when things start to get dangerous.

Bite: a shark punk type woman, a pale tan color with brown spots. Her tail fin has three gold hoops in it, and she's always seen wearing a black coat, a fish hook stuck into the fabric of the jacket pockets.

The shark punk ended up in Pink's life when Pink was almost hit by a car. Bite had pulled her back just in time. After that, Bite becomes more a part of Pink's life when someone or something is after Pink. Thankfully Bite's a good fighter, and she sticks around when she realizes Pink might be in trouble.

Dove and Bite do not get alone most of the time, having a different way of looking at things and different personalities.

Bite is also looking for her missing sister.

Giggles: A orange furred, candle head goat with yellow eyes. She is on the short and fat side. Always wearing clothes with fun patterns.

Almost always laughing and making jokes. This is to do with her dream is to be a famous stand up comedian.

Giggles and Pink met when Giggles came to the cafe for performance night to do her stand up routine. She did not do well and Pink got her a snack and drink to be comforting. After that, whatever is coming after Pink goes after Giggles as well. Because of this, Giggles is brought into the household to keep her safe.

Best cook in the house really.

Her main reason for wanting to make people laugh is a sad one. Her parents were going through a messy divorce and when they got in yelling matches, Giggles would try to tell jokes and perform to keep her younger siblings from focusing the yelling. It didn't always work, but it did help.

#helluva boss

[atlascripts]

Warnings: slight angst, thriller

peter goes missing so you go look for him

The thunder was roaring and the rain was picking up. Strange things had been happening around Hawkins. Two kids had gone missing, nothing was making sense, and rumours about something being in the forest were circulating. Hopper had advised you specifically to stay indoors and you planned to do just that; however life never really goes as planned.

Peter had gone missing suddenly.

You had come home after a candle vigil. But you came home to a mess. A few lights were burnt out with broken bulbs on the floor. There were scratch marks on the wall and a bloody trail. Your heart sank as you grabbed your flashlight and jacket and chased out immediately trying to follow the tracks as far as they could take you.

The rain got heavier and so did the darkness and you screamed into the void. Your lips trembled thinking he was lost too, it was true as they said until it happens to you, you don't know the extent of the pain and fear. Even though you were looking everywhere, your tears blurred your vision. 'This couldn't be happening, this just can't happen.' Your heart kept on thinking of the worst case scenarios and you thought you might just go crazy. 'Not him, not your Peter…' You prayed to the heavens.

At one point your voice was hoarse from calling out his name. You had been searching for a good enough time and eventually fell to your knees and broke out into audible sobs. You sat there for a moment and tried to reason with yourself, that it would be better to turn around and report him missing. The rain had come down to a moderate patter but it was dark nonetheless. You were still processing all this and gathering your feelings when you heard it.

You felt a faint rustle of leaves crunch behind you and your ears shot up, you immediately reached for your dropped flashlight and waved it around.

"WHO'S THERE!" You asked loud, and then a few more crunches were felt from the other side. You felt like some wild animal was cornering you and then there was nothing but the sound of rain but the hair on your neck stood. Then it came, a sneering growl and the flashlight's intensity started to grow. You smacked it a few times but it burst and shut off.

"Fuck!" you muttered under your breath. And there it was then, a shadow emerged from between two twisted trees. It looked humanoid but it had no face. Your eyes widened in horror and you screamed for your life that rang far and wide. You made a run for it, that thing hot on your trail, it was fast and very close but then a force of unseen energy was felt and you felt that thing fly across behind you the other way and get smacked into a tree. Its face opened to growl again and lunged at whatever had caused that to him but was thrown back again.

"RUN!!! NOW!!" You heard Peter scream at you. It was him, he was alive!

You'd be damned if you had to leave him alone. You grabbed his arm and dragged him along running back to the road. You didn't know what or how Peter did it but he was tossing the thing back each time it came too close. By the time you two reached the road the thing had backed away back into the forest for some apparent reason and you two didn't stop as you kept running, reaching back home and locking the door shut.

You two caught your breath and you noticed he was wounded and bleeding too. You were still just glad he was alive. Peter was standing with the wall's support wiping the blood from his nose when you just embraced him tightly in your arms. "Peter…" your voice shook and you cried having held it in all this time. He wrapped his arms around you, his hands gently stroked your hair with his face buried in your neck. "I'm okay, it's okay sweetheart. I am here." He reassured you as you two just embraced each other for a while.

#peter ballard #henry creel #stranger things #jamie bower #spin off #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #001

[pinklocksoflove]

It had been a long day and Illendra was certainly needing this nice hot bath at the inn. The rather cute bath attendant even lit some relaxing candles for the sorcereress! How lovely. A relaxed sigh passes as she feels the warmth envelop her tired body. She begins to reach for the soap bar when she feels something dribbling on her lip.

A nosebleed? A rather unusual occurrence for Illendra, the soap will have to wait while she deals with the bleeding however the strangest thing... she can't seem to get out of the tub, she urges her legs to move but they do not respond. Perhaps a little magic telekinesis might help.

Nothing. She can't seem to call upon her magic, almost as if she couldn't even feel the weave of magic although. Now she was starting to feel unnerved. 

"Excuse me! I am in need of assistance!" 

Waiting for what felt like an eternity with no response. Surely someone heard her. She goes to try to call for help but this time no sound comes out. Something is very wrong here as now she cannot move entirely! 

All she can do is wait. Surely someone will come. As this thought crosses her mind all the lights and candles suddenly go out leaving her in near darkness except for the .... red tinged moonlight. The water if her bath grew red and viscous but she couldn't have bled that much. It was almost as if the water was entirely blood now.. and it was rising. Blood shortly overflowed the tub and began filling the room at an alarming rate. 

Only able to observe, fear and panic filled Illendra as quickly as the room was filling, once the blood had reached her neckline things only got worse. Bloodied skeletal hands emerged from the blood, grasping and clawing. More and more coming up each and every heartbeat Illendra felt. Once they were upon her they grabbed and started pulling her down. All Illendra could do was silently scream and cry as she was brought under and felt her life slipping away as her vision darkens 

This is when she woke, in a cold, screaming and practically drenched in sweat. It was only a dream yet it felt so real. There was no way she could get back to sleep all she did was lie in the fetal position and wait for dawn. 

#Illendra the sorceress #drabble #nightmares caused by a demon of terror

[fanboys-anonymous]

#IFTTT #Blogger

[daffodilferox]

So over Thanksgiving break, I ran a one-shot for a couple of friends. It was Shia LaBeouf. They didn’t realize until the end — where I came out and told them. It was glorious.

Some tweaks I made to make things more interesting/railroad guide the players’ decision making:

Per the song lyrics, the players are meant to run the first time they meet Shia LeBeouf, but players can and will attack any enemy you put in front of them. So I made that Shia LaBeouf an illusion. I also added 10 more illusory copies of the guy all circling and taunting the PCs for flavor.

For the cabin, I thought it would be boring to walk right into the boss fight, so I made a little puzzle/escape room thing that starts upon entering it. I did, again need to make the PCs enter through the door, so I had it raining to prevent arson. I somehow didn’t notice that breaking windows was a thing you can do, and had to improv a solid black void when the players did break them.

The escape room was as follows:

-Cabin layout:

-From the outside (windows), players can see Shia LaBeouf sharpening an axe, along with body parts and whatnot scattered around. Blood on the floor and table…etc. Pot of human flesh boiling on the fireplace.

-Upon entering through the door, all the aforementioned things are gone. Layout and furniture is the same, but everything is pristine and untouched. The pot is boiling water. There is nothing to find in the cabin, regardless of how high any perception rolls may be. This should theoretically force the players to attempt to exit the cabin through the door. (If players try the windows again, solid void again.)

-Upon exiting the PC’s are in an identical room, but the doors and windows are gone. Things look a little more lived in — moved chair, a few books here and there. Pot boiling mystery bone broth for flavor. On a sufficient (I used 15) perception check, PC’s find 4 books that seem a bit out of place on the bookshelf. The PCs should pull on the books in such an order that the first letters of the titles should spell “OPEN”, revealing a secret passage to the next room. If they fail the perception check, players may ask 3 questions about the room and roll again. If they ask about the bookshelf for the questions, treat it as a successful perception.

-PC’s appear on the ceiling of the next room. While the door is still gone, the window are back, pitch black, and screaming at the PC’s. Flavor pot has mystery meat in the mystery broth. There are more signs of activity as well — the bed looks slept in, and there are clean knives on the table. A successful insight check reveals that the window screams change in volume based on where a character is in the room. Or just tell the PCs as they move around and let them figure it out. Point is, it’s the loudest at the fire place. Perhaps you had the pot away from the fire place to begin with, perhaps the players now have to move the pot, point is the fire is false and they jump down the chimney to get to the next room.

-Falling from a height is a great way to spring a bear trap on players without dealing with potential find trap rolls. Character with the lowest dex save gets their leg chopped off (1d10 damage), along with 3 debuffs (speed halved, disadvantage on con saves, bleeding until healing magic/potion is administered) and a buff (bonus action unarmed attack with 1d6 damage, or temporary Parry feat that ignores dex prerequisite).

-The bear trap room has blood everywhere, some of which form trails leading nowhere. Candles are smoking and still liquid, fingers can be seen in the flavor pot. One blood trail out of however many (trial of error, or perception to see bear trap related blood flow along a specific trail) leads to a shifting perspective in which the cabin interior unravels itself until a portal-sized shadow appears (liquid void basically).

-Through the portal, there is only darkness and emptiness, but for the singular door a little ways ahead. There is light coming from beneath it.

-Behind the door, the cabin interior is repeated 9 times, with each iteration rotated differently. PC’s appear in what should be in front of the doorway in the center iteration. Shia LeBeouf is also here in the center, sharpening his axe. Players get a surprise round, roll initiative. (If the players refuse to enter for some reason, roll initiative normally after the characters wait >15 mins and fight in the void).

-I nerfed the Winghorn Press version of the Shia LaBeouf stat block.

-Once defeated, the copies of the cabin interior disappear/merge into 1. This is where the players should leave the cabin and trigger the Shia Surprise(tm) as they walk back into the forest, but mine tossed the body into the fire and watched it burn. No Shia surprise :(

-You’re finally safe from Shia LaBeouf

#dnd #dnd homebrew #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons homebrew #homebrew #shia labeouf #shia labeouf song #rob cantor #actual cannibal shia labeouf #the debuff is called “But Your Leg Ah it’s Caught in a Bear Trap! #the buff is called “But You Can Do Jiujustu

[bells-of-black-sunday]

14, 22, 41 --Viktor

3, 7, 15 -- Ji Woon

34, 43, 56 --Danny

6, 10, 57 --Tarhos

Character Building | Accepting

putting it under cut for length-

Viktor

14. How do they put out a candle?

He's got one of those ol-timey candle extinguishers with the stick and the cup on the end.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

How some people eat, no joke, he already found eating a chore when he was able to and now when he sees the way some people scarf down food without chewing he knows they're going to end up choking to death one day and part o him wants to see it happen.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

He picked up a much more "proper" way of speaking in an attempt to blend in at the academy as much as he knew he never would be able to, so now his normal Zaunite mannerisms blend with the Piltover ones into a wonderful mess.

Ji-Woon

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

He is a much different person on stage and around people he needs to keep a business relationship with, as much as he pretends to be this bleeding heart that's so broken up over the death of his band mates, he really could not give less of a shit. He's the true star here, they died to make him better and he would've happily watched if the building wasn't going to collapse on him.

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

I'd probably just call him a loser- because he is - not that he'd show up, but I would. Friends or partners though? Probably just an alias he gave them, that'd probably get him to come in an instant.

15. What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

Well for one at work he has to pretend like he has some crazy fan stalker that's killing people around him and his own fans trying to get to him, but around people he can actually trust- he is so much more open about incorporating his victims screams into his back tracks. He's so much more open about his absolutely rancid personality and how full of himself he is.

Danny

34. How do they greet someone they like / love?

He's a very physical lover, he loves to touch and to be touched so for lovers he typically greets them with soft kisses or holding their waist from behind. With people he likes he's super casual about it, it's nothing special.

43. What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

Danny honestly sees no issues with how he was raised, he had big shoes to fill and that meant intensive training for what he'd eventually become. You never disrespect the classics after all. That being said: he has a hard time figuring out when he actually likes, loves or even tolerates someone because of how well practiced his act is. We talked about it with Robin and I know I've talked about it with other ship partners, but Danny has this very well practiced act of a domestic life that's just odd enough to not be suspicious to other people.

And to be honest, he doesn't even know if he likes it. He knows what he likes in terms of his hobbies, but even then with his writing and everything he's not sure if he likes it because it's what his dad would've wanted or if it's something he truly enjoys. I don't think anyone could even break him out of that at this point that'd collapse his entire world view.

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

It absolutely changes depending on what the fear is. He has pretty much the same thought process for general anxieties or being scared over things that don't matter, he can usually calm himself down with breathing exercises or writing out his thoughts. However for big things like him worrying if he left too much evidence at a crime scene he doesn't have any coping mechanisms for that and simply decides to pack up and leave early. He doesn't want to take chances.

Tarhos

6. What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Honestly? There's no bigger comfort for him than basking in the silence after carnage, the ringing in his ears and the destroyed buildings, even the fire brings comfort to him like no other, but of course he'd never recommend it was a way to relax to other people. As for more physical things, you have to get creative when you barely get scraps for food from whoever's hired you to fight their wars. Things that were commonly made were a form of meat pie that didn't have much spice or anything really, but it was something to eat and is also a comfort food for him.

In fact here's an entire video on them if you're interested even if the videos more in reference to the 11th and 12th century knights- T.asting History my beloved

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Do not get him started on war stories- he will talk for hours. He will tell you embarrassing things about lord's he's served under, the brutality of it all, rant about how fucking stupid people are, etc. etc.

57. What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

Bathing. Though it is a myth that people of the past didn't bathe, they absolutely did they just didn't wash their hair as often (their hair was still clean, it was just cleaned in other ways), it wasn't really a luxury he got to have. He'd usually bathe in rivers or streams, so now that he has an entire destroyed village all to himself, a lot of the time he either forgets to out right or bathes in cold water.

#ooc #/about the muse #evolution in progress (viktor) #just a man and his camera (ghostface) #a fan of knives (trickster) #a path of destruction (knight)

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Let me rest (Translation)

My country is what the sea does not want (HannibalCatharsis)

Summary:

For the longest time, Undertaker didn't know what it was like to sleep.

Notes:

A translation of Lay me to rest by HoshisamaValmor (HannibalCatharsis).

Note: I decided to translate my Kuroshitsuji fics because yes.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

For the longest time, Undertaker didn't know what it was like to sleep.

Restless nights followed one after another, their weight piling up until exhaustion finally forced his body and mind to shut down. Things that had happened before, things that might have happened later, however, tore at him and stretched him night after night until dawn.

Undertaker didn't know what sleep was, and above all, he didn't know rest.

When exhaustion won, so did the nightmares.

The nightmares of his human life accompanied him to his doom and took on new hues and horrors.

Distortions of reality and dreams themselves. The exhaustion-induced sleep was far worse than the restlessness and her ruthless vow to punish him even more.

The first time his nightmares showed him Claudia's death, he realized that he had willingly committed the worst crime on his never-ending list of transgressions, had willingly submitted to the worst punishment of all.

Wasn't it ironic, so ironic it was hilarious?

But how was he supposed not to, when Claudia had made him laugh, for the first time in centuries? Why was the price to pay for such a simple moment of happiness so terrible?

Claudia had not completely erased her sleepless nights and had become another victim of her nightmares. However, when the laughter was swallowed and smothered in her mind at night, it felt slightly less heavy, slightly less ravishing upon awakening. In those horrible panic-filled seconds, after waking up to the sound of her own screams, she would have the memory of reality, of the lifeline that held him, resisting the worst horror her nightmares could throw at her. The candles that glowed against the blackened walls were rays of hope again. The scent of fresh flowers replaced that of dry, rotting bouquets. The windowless room regained its comfort and protection instead of claustrophobic isolation. The creeping fears found the strength of Claudia's arm wrapped around it, the warmth of her skin and the tranquility of her breath holding him in the present. The horrors of the past, or the fears of the future, lost against the gift of this moment with her.

Cedric closed his eyes, and slept.

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fim

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Notes:

Don’t serve my revenge cold

BuruRaven

Summary:

“It’s been three years and I don’t feel like my promised revenge is any closer than it was two years ago. Lately, I’ve been getting the impression that you seem to have accommodated yourself to our façade. Your role as my butler is but a means to an end, I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”

“I haven’t-…”

“Then, what are you doing? Stalling?”, Ciel interrupted, some exasperation finally bleeding into his words.

“Are you in a hurry to have your soul consumed, Young Master?”, Sebastian mockingly asked.

“You know I don’t care about that. My soul is what you bargained for. If you earn it, you’ll have it. There is nothing more to it.”

This was my first fanfic ever and it was originally posted on my tumblr on June 24th, 2015, here.

Notes:

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler. Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler is the property of Yana Toboso, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this, nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Work Text:

“Of all the contracts you had before mine, have you ever failed?” Ciel asked without lifting his eyes from the work on his desk.

Sebastian calmly finished pouring the earl a cup of tea.

“Are you afraid that I won’t complete my part of the contract, Young Master?”, the demon dodged the question with a neutral tone.

“No. I’m curious about what you’d do if you failed to fill in the appropriate requirements to earn your meal.”, the earl explained, still without lifting his eyes from his work.

Ah.

“I have always gotten my meal.”

“But have you always earned it?”, this time, Ciel’s blue eye locked with Sebastian’s brown eyes.

Sebastian carefully hid his growing irritation.

“And what seems to be the cause of this sudden curiosity, Young Master?”, he asked calmly.

“Do you intend to earn your meal this time?”, Ciel asked coldly.

Sebastian decided to feign innocence.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s been three years and I don’t feel like my promised revenge is any closer than it was two years ago. Lately, I’ve been getting the impression that you seem to have accommodated yourself to our façade. Your role as my butler is but a means to an end, I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”

“I haven’t-…”

“Then, what are you doing? Stalling?”, Ciel interrupted, some exasperation finally bleeding into his words.

“Are you in a hurry to have your soul consumed, Young Master?”, Sebastian mockingly asked.

“You know I don’t care about that. My soul is what you bargained for. If you earn it, you’ll have it. There is nothing more to it.”

“Of all my previous contractors, the ones that asked for revenge always got to the end of their request only then realizing what an empty achievement it had been. A tortuous road to nowhere. A road with a most delicious destination, indeed, but only for me.”, Sebastian finished with a mischievous fanged smile.

“A road to your belly.”, Ciel chuckled sarcastically.

The earl let out a quiet sigh and raised himself from his chair, slowly moving around the other side of the desk.

“When you came to me that night I had already ceased to exist. I had lost everything I was, I had no more reason to be, I was walking towards the void.”, Ciel said in a quiet but firm tone. “But you gave me a reason. Revenge. And throughout these last three years, revenge is all that I am. The moment I get my revenge, I will be empty again. What purpose would a soul have for me then?”

“What if you find another reason to live?”, Sebastian asked equally as quietly, in what he hoped sounded like a veiled provocation.

Ciel suddenly stopped his progress around the desk, halting midway through its wider side. He let out a loud, cold guffaw that startled the demon. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sebastian, it doesn’t suit you.” A cruel expression took over his beautiful features. “This world is a despicable place. Leaving it will be the best moment of my existence.”

Despite the uncomfortable tug Ciel’s words provoked on his chest, Sebastian smiled wide, displaying his fangs. Hunger suddenly burned in his chest.

“How exquisite you are. A pure, tender child, so deeply scarred. Spiced by what is probably the most frigid perspective on life of all of my previous contractors, and a ruthless, supercilious, unshakable will. And so deliciously endearing.”, Sebastian derailed slightly.

“Wipe your drool, demon.”, Ciel said in a morbidly playful tone, with a sarcastic smile. But his expression sobered quickly and he resumed his slow progression towards Sebastian. “You clearly want to taste my soul. Why then would you be stalling?”

Sebastian carefully chose his words.

“You are, after all, just a child. Regardless of your deliciously ripe essence, I can’t help but wonder what sort of an adult you would become. Observing you grow throughout these three years has been most entertaining. The contract we share is the most fun I’ve had in many centuries, possibly in a millennia. I-…”, Sebastian stopped himself. You don’t want to say too much, do you?

Ciel had stopped his trip around the desk and was now standing in front of the demon. His face bore a slightly vacant expression.

“So, you are stalling.”, he whispered absentmindedly.

“Our contract has no set expiry date.”, Sebastian said matter-of-factly.

Ciel looked up into his demon’s eyes with that same vacant expression. “No, it doesn’-…”, the earl stopped himself and that wide blue eye was crossed by a tinge of veiled panic. A fast intake of breath as the little body swayed slightly. Ciel easily steadied himself with a hand on his desk.

“No, I can’t live that long. This has been too long already.”, he whispered, unseeingly gazing through Sebastian’s chest. He was breathing quickly. A sense of eminent doom speedily crossed Sebastian’s mind, which the demon promptly ignored. He would never. Now, how should I respond to that?

Suddenly Ciel’s eye sparkled with a sort of desperate rage. “Sebastian, this is an order-…”

“No, Young Master-…” Sebastian felt his hand with the seal burn.No, don’t do this, child, you don’t know what you’re doing.

“… you have until an year from now-…” Ciel went on undisturbed by his butler’s interruption.

“Stop, please.” Sebastian whispered urgently, taking a step closer.

“… to deliver me my revenge and consume my-…”

“Please, Ciel.”

A sharp sting on his cheek marked Ciel’s quick slap.

“… soul, as per contract.” Ciel finished as though no interruption ever took place.

A tug in his core and a tingle on his marked hand forced Sebastian to kneel and say “Yes, My Lord.”, as though the words were being scratched off his throat. What have you done? Sebastian felt like savagely attacking the little human in front of him. Why would you be this insufferable brat?

Ciel turned his back on him and swiftly walked towards the door. Right before closing it after himself, an icy tone reverberated through the room to Sebastian. “Don’t you dare to ever call me by that name again.” And with that, Sebastian was alone in the room.

Straight To Hell

Daniella_Whiteheart

Summary:

A collection of one shots featuring various Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji characters and my original female characters.

Chapter 1: Cover, Disclaimer, and Copyright

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji, it is the property of Yana Toboso. Thus any events you recognize belong to her and those that you don't recognize are a product of my imagination.

I only own the following characters:

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Chapter 2: The Blue Star and The Purple Violet

Summary:

PAIRINGS: Ciel Phantomhive/OC, Undertaker/OC.

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS: Suicidal Thoughts, Violence, Self-Hatred, Memory Manipulation, False Identities, Human Experimentation.

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Eleanore Violette Midford, the second-born child of Alexis and Francis had always felt out of place in her family - maybe it was her midnight black hair or her violet purple eyes, both of which she'd inherited from her maternal grandfather - or perhaps it was her lack of skill when it came to swordsmanship, a skill which everyone in her family possessed, except for her.

Seeing as she was a year older than her sister Elizabeth, she had expected her family to arrange a marriage between her and Ciel Phantomhive, who was her cousin, the firstborn of the family. However, instead, she found herself engaged to Rigel Phantomhive, the other twin brother. Unlike his brother, Rigel was shy and suffered from asthma, so he couldn't play alongside the other children. Eleanore tried her hardest to be a good fiancé for Rigel - but she saw the secret glances he sent towards Elizabeth - though she hoped that eventually, he would come to love her. However, her dreams were shattered the night her Aunt Rachel and Uncle Vincent were killed - their mansion set ablaze, and the twins were nowhere to be found. Like everyone, Eleanore tried to be hopeful, but after a month, all hope seemed lost.

Then Ciel returned, with a butler named Sebastian by his side. Though he was skinnier than before and now wore an eyepatch over his right eye. Everyone was overjoyed, but Eleanore quickly noticed that something was wrong with him. He didn't enjoy the strawberry cake anymore, often choosing chocolate or caramel-flavored desserts instead - she knew the moment he turned down a slice of lemon chiffon cake that he wasn't Ciel, but rather Rigel posing as his older brother.

She couldn't understand - the title of Earl would have still passed to him, and even if everyone else would have preferred Ciel's return, she would have welcomed Rigel home with open arms. Then she realized, Rigel was her fiancé, not Elizabeth's and he had always been fond of her sister, it made sense - by returning as Ciel, he ensured that Elizabeth would be his.

He'd never liked her, never wanted her as his future wife. Sure, she wasn't beautiful or skilled in swordsmanship like her sister - but she cared about him more than anyone else. She'd always chosen to sit inside with him rather than playing outside, she personally made him food when he was sick… But it wasn't enough, nothing she did was ever enough, she was never good enough.

With tears falling from her eyes, she silently left the room where her family was celebrating Ciel becoming the Earl of Phantomhive. She exited the manor, and began walking down the dirt road that was illuminated by moonlight - it didn't matter where she went, no one would miss her anyway.

She stopped to write in her journal, penning her thoughts. She'd just stood up and begun walking again when she suddenly fell down, her body knocked hard against the ground as the horse's hooves hit her - she felt her ribs breaking as the wind was knocked out of her. The horse and carriage continued on, leaving her behind.

This isn't how I thought I would die. I always pictured dying in my sleep surrounded by Rigel and our children and grandchildren… That future belonged to Lizzy now… Maybe if I'm lucky, that handsome Undertaker from town will find me and give me a proper burial.

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Meanwhile, at the Phantomhive Manor, 16-year-old Ciel had noticed Eleanore's absence and politely excused himself. Why did she leave without saying anything? She always told me where she'd be and how long she'd be gone for… But I'm not Rigel anymore.

Ciel: "Sebastian!"

Sebastian: "Yes, My Lord."

Ciel: "Eleanore is missing - I want you to find her and bring her back here," where she belongs.

Sebastian bowed before leaving.

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Undertaker was out for his usual midnight stroll when he came upon the broken and bloody body of 17-year-old Eleanore Midford. Out of curiosity, he used his death scythe to view her memories. Poor Dearie - wanting acceptance and love yet never receiving either… Her body's not badly damaged, I should be able to fix her… If no one else wants her, I'll take her.

He carefully lifted her unconscious body, taking her to his shop, where he began applying his latest technique on her - using his death scythe, he edited her memories, removing the sad and unpleasant ones, and replacing them with happy ones. When he was done, he stitched up her body, before force-feeding her a mixture of his blood and the blood of a demon - this would effectively turn her into a Demon-Shinigami hybrid.

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Sebastian returned an hour later, empty-handed.

Sebastian: "I'm sorry, My Lord. I couldn't find her, I couldn't even track her soul... I did find her journal though, it was laying in the grass beside the old abandoned church."

Ciel nodded, taking the book and sitting down on his bed as he began reading. He couldn't believe what was written down - all of his likes and dislikes, new recipes to try, followed by a month's worth of depressing thoughts. Then he came upon that night's entry.

The blue sky that returned is a blue star in disguise. The star wanted the sky's oath, the world is happy now, perhaps the purple violets should just wither away, they aren't wanted, they never were. The blue star will soon be forgotten, so the blue sky and his oath can live happily.

Ciel: "She's gone. She's gone for good, Sebastian, and it's all my fault!" he screamed, throwing the journal across the room, it hit the wall, causing a photograph of Eleanore and Rigel to slide out of it.

Sebastian picked up the photograph, handing it to Ciel.

Sebastian: "Perhaps it's for the best, she could have identified you and blown your cover. You're Earl Ciel Phantomhive, remember."

Ciel: "She wouldn't have said anything, Ella wasn't like that, she was good at keeping secrets."

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Eleanore slowly opened her eyes, finding Undertaker sitting beside her.

Eleanore: "How long was I out?" she questioned, looking at him with plum purple eyes.

Undertaker: "Just a few hours, Love. Nothing to worry about, you just overworked yourself," he said, brushing her white-colored bangs away from her face.

Eleanore: "Do I know anyone named Eleanore?"

Undertaker: "No, Mirabelle, you've never mentioned anyone by that name… You should rest some more," he said, gently.

Mirabelle: "Will you stay with me, Darling?"

Undertaker: "Of course, Dearie. I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else."

Mirabelle: "Snuggle with me."

He nodded, climbing into the bed beside her, covering them both with a thick black comforter. She laid her head against his chest, falling asleep against him.

It worked remarkably well. The painful memories of her past life are gone, and she'll get to experience love and acceptance now. She did think I was handsome in her previous life - that has to count for something.

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A week later, Ciel and Sebastian came to Undertaker's shop, looking for information on their latest case - Jack The Ripper. When Ciel saw Mirabelle dusting the store, his heart skipped a beat.

Ciel: "Eleanore?!?"

She turned around to face him, the long black dress showing only the faintest of stitching scars on her lower arms and legs. Her white hair and plum purple eyes were a far cry from Eleanore's black hair and violet-colored eyes.

Mirabelle: "I'm sorry, I think you've mistaken me for someone else, my name's Mirabelle... Darling, you have customers!"

Undertaker walked out from the back of the shop, he appeared to be no older than 24.

Undertaker: "Thank you, Dearie," he said, kissing her cheek affectionately.

Sebastian: "She's not Eleanore, My Lord. This woman has the blood of a Demon and a Shinigami running through her veins." he whispered to Ciel.

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His Butler, Obedient

Abaraikuchiki

Summary:

Disclaimer: This is just a fanfic. I do not own any of the characters from Kuroshitsuji.

Chapter 1

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"Ahh….. Sebastian…. It hurts….."

Ciel's voice resonated inside the dark room as he sweated heavily, closing his eyes and panting. His grayish blue hair moving violently as he jolted back in pain, his spine arching back and his hot body contrasting with the cold air, traditional of London during the winter season. His face engulfed by an excruciating pain that travelled all the way into his core. He placed his small hands against the wall as the pain increased and his pupils dilated; he bit his lips hard trying to stop the loud moans that were coming from him.

"It's almost over Bocchan." His Butler's voice behind him reassuring that the pain will be gone soon. Groaning a little bit as his red eyes shone under the dim light of a candle placed nearby. His forehead showing a few drops of sweat. Then he moved his hands in a quick pace and pulled the string one more time, tying the corset in place and smiling "Corsets are really a hard thing to put in place, aren't they, Bocchan… bocchan ….bocchan… "

With those words, Ciel opened his eyes, startled and sighed heavily, realizing it had been just a dream. A dream of one of the many adventures he had had being Queen Victoria's "dog". It was not a pleasant experience at all to dress as a girl just to trap a criminal, but it was his duty after all.

"I can't believe I was dreaming about THAT!" He said out loud still laying on his bed as he shook his head heavily from side to side, trying to erase the images from his head and quickly jumping off his bed. The curtains were still closed, but the dim light was already starting to make its way into his room. Ciel walked to the window and started to open the curtains, made from the most expensive silk found only in the orient.

As the light entered his room he could see more clearly inside and something caught his attention

"Why is this still here? I thought I got rid of this a long time ago" He said looking down at a picture placed on the small nightstand. As he looked at it closely, he started to remember how it all had begun. His parents' mansion had burned down to ashes and he had been taken as a slave by those people. He also remembered the contract he had made in desperate need for help but more in his thirst for revenge. "And that's when he appeared, That's when Sebastian became not only a simple butler, but someone who would be with me for the rest of my life, until that day comes. I wonder how it's going to be….. How much will it hurt when he….."

Ciel started to walk back to the bed and sat on the edge, still holding the picture on his hand. The camera had been a new gadget given to him and was said to have the power to reveal one's most precious person or even animal, as long as this one was dead, on the picture taken by it. That's why Ciel had given his servants the task to take a picture of Sebastian with it, in order to find out the one he held dear in his heart. But the quest had proved too much for those three incompetents, or it was probably the butler's audacity that had not allowed them to take the picture. It didn't even matter because in the end Sebastian had done as he pleased . He had taken the picture when Ciel had fallen asleep on his chair, tired of failed attempts and a long day of fighting against his own butler. The image on the picture was clear, Sebastian standing right next to his master, and also that demon dog that had become so attached to them.

" When did you stop being just my butler and became the one I….."

" Bocchan" Ciel's sentence was interrupted by someone knocking on the door . It was Sebastian of course, who opened the door bringing different trays with food.

"I am glad you are awake. It's breakfast time and then you have a meeting with an important owner of a tea industry" Sebastian said walking inside the room, closing the door on his way in and walking towards his master's bed, spotting the picture on Ciel's hand.

"I am glad you still have that picture I took of us" He said chuckling a little bit , teasing Ciel because he knew how much he hated the picture, for it meant Ciel's plans were ruined and Sebastian had resulted triumphant that day.

"Stop it Sebastian. I just found this on the nightstand today. I thought I had gotten rid of it a long time ago yet it was still here" The young master said glaring at his butler's red eyes, that showed absolutely no emotion, yet they looked at him with in a warm way.

Ciel stood up on his bed, waiting for the daily ritual of letting Sebastian change his clothes. This was his job, after all.

" You seem to be in a good mood today" Sebastian smiled again and started to get rid of Ciel's pajamas

"You are always mocking me aren't you?" his deep blue eyes fixated on Sebastian's eyes as his hand started to unbutton Ciel's pajama. In a quick movement it seemed as if Ciel's body moved on its own, as he gently grabbed Sebastian's hand, protected by the white glove he always wore.

"I am here only to protect and take care of you, bocchan" He looked straight at him and closed his eyes for a second. Ciel quickly moved forward, pressing his lips on Sebastian's lips and wrapping his small arms around his butler's neck, kissing him deeply.

"Bocchan…" Sebastian was pleased by the sudden kiss; his master's lips were so soft and his warm mouth had a sweet taste. He used his tongue to lick Ciel's lips and tried to gain entrance into his mouth. The kiss was become more passionate each second as he opened his mouth and continued to kiss his young master. "We…can't do this, Bocchan" he managed to say through the kiss.

Ciel's eyes opened wide and he frowned at his butler. Separating his mouth a little bit from Sebastian, he looked straight at him and smirked as if knowing Sebastian would not be able to deny his desires

" I am ordering you not to stop, Sebastian"

"Yes, My lord" Sebastian said pulling Ciel's head close to him and kissing him again

Chapter 2

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Sebastian continued the passionate kiss, his tongue fighting inside Ciel's mouth for dominance, they were both breathing heavily as they forgot everything around them. Everything but this moment. Sebastian gently stroked his master's grayish blue hair, his nimble fingers gently running down Ciel's nape. Enjoying the sweet taste of his master's mouth. Ciel tried to stop himself from moaning, but the butler was indeed so skilled that it seemed almost impossible.

"Sebastian, please…..make me yours" Ciel pleaded as he moaned, softly biting his butler's earlobe as he wrapped both arms around Sebastian's head. He could feel his cheeks burning, as that same sensation was spreading down his neck and the rest of his small body. He had never done anything like what was about to happen.

"Yes, My lord" Sebastian replied in his usual tone of voice, serene and emotionless as always, even though he was happy to hear those words from his master. His red, now lustful, eyes clearly shinning as he gently placed Ciel on to the bed, falling then of top of the young man and looking straight at his eyes.

"I've been waiting to hear those words from you" Sebastian held Ciel's jaw with his hand and pressed it a little, making the young master open his mouth and allowing the butler the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside Ciel's warm mouth, making him groan in pleasure. He then kissed Ciel's flushed cheek, then smirked and licked Ciel's jaw and moved down his neck, placing small kisses over the tender flesh, and becoming a little more aggressive with each kiss, sucking on his master's soft skin, enjoying this opportunity to tease him master at his will and leaving love marks on his body, clearly claiming Ciel's body all for himself, feeling his master trembling each time was being kissed.

"Your face looks cute when you are blushing" Sebastian said licking his lips and moving his hand down Ciel's thigh, his fingers moving carefully, as if to reassure his master that what was going to happen would be pleasing. He kissed his master one more time, and bit his lower lips softly, nibbling on it a little as a smile drew on his face.

" Shut up" the young master said glaring at Sebastian as his hands reached up his butler's necktie, starting to undo the knot in a messy way.

"You lack experience untying knots" Sebastian removed the necktie by himself and started to get rid of the black coat he wore; letting Ciel unbutton his white shirt. Each button revealing more of the white and creamy skin, making Ciel's eyes open wide in excitement. He had never seen his butler undressed, but it was certainly amusing to have the man many had only wished to have, right in front of him, showing a different side of himself, becoming more like a demon , trying to satisfy his low instincts.

Sebastian finally got rid of the clothes that covered his torso, the well-defined muscles making Ciel eager to discover more from his butler. Ciel carefully touched Sebastian's chest, admiring his half naked body as Sebastian decided to continue kissing his master , removing the rest of his pajama and fully staring at Ciel's body, his gaze so eager to have his master that it made Ciel shiver in pleasure, groaning softly as the butler sucked on his neck and then directed his mouth to his erected nipples, nibbling on one of them as he pleaded for more, Using his tongue to make small circles around them and using his finger to pinch them softly. The pain increasing in Ciel's lower region as he felt his manhood also becoming erect. Twitching each time Sebastian teased him.

"Bocchan, you've become hard" Sebastian's words were engulfed in such a teasing tone of voice that made Ciel both happy and mad at the same time. His butler moved his left hand to his mouth and bit the top of the glove that covered it, looking at his master at all times. He finally got rid of it, revealing the mark of the contract between master and butler his hand reaching down to touch Ciel's eye patch and finally removing it, both of their seals shining brightly.

"It's time to begin, Sebastian" Ciel demanded in a stern tone, but he knew he was more like begging for his butler's touch. His manhood was already beginning to hurt, he needed relief right then and Sebastian was the only one who could help him.

"Yes, My lord" Sebastian replied while smiling and moving his hand down, grabbing Ciel's manhood and gently using his fingers to tease the tip, feeling the pre-cum emanating form it. He continued kissing the young man's neck, and moving lower to his abdomen, licking his body in a slow, tender manner.

"Ahh…..Sebastian….. It hurts…." Ciel moaned, remembering the dream he had had that same morning, but this time the pain was caused by something different. The same words now had a different meaning. He could feel Sebastian's warm hand touching him and starting to pump on his manhood, the throbbing member becoming bigger on his hands. His whole body starting to shiver in pleasure, a pleasure he had never felt before.

"I shall make it as gentle as possible" Sebastian said moving his whole body down and licking the tip of Ciel's manhood, making the young master moan loudly in pleasure, bucking his hips and shedding a few tears. "Does it feel good, bocchan?" Sebastian said before licking the tip once again and drawing small circles on it with his index finger.

"ahh ….con…continue….. Sebastiaaann" Ciel pleaded as Sebastian took the whole member inside his mouth, using his skilled tongue to tease his master even more. His mouth licking him completely and his head moving up and down faster. Sebsatian could feel Ciel's hand grabbing the back of his head, gripping on his hair as hard as he could, while his moans become louder and more demanding.

"I'm…..ahhh…. going to….!" Ciel's words made his butler move even faster, his hand in frenzy and his warm mouth sucking the hard member, engulfing Ciel's whole body in pleasure. He was losing control of his body, his vision becoming blurred as the shivers up his spine took control of his thoughts.

"Bocchan…" Sebastian managed to say while continuing his magic. Ciel couldn't hold it any longer the pleasure was to hard to endure, and he released his seed inside Sebastian's warm mouth, his back arching up as he came. He was panting heavily, his deep blue eyes looking up at the ceiling, like in a trance; his chest moving quickly and his body seemed to shine under the dim light coming from the window as the sun was starting to rise. His whole body in ecstasy, after the release, it felt like his demon had ironically taken him to heaven's doors.

Sebastian started to swallow the whole thing, the warm liquid traveling down his mouth , he licked his lips and enjoying the bittersweet taste of his master inside his mouth; proud of himself , he moving on top of his master, kissing his lips softly, allowing Ciel to taste himself on his lips.

" Sebastian…. That was….better than I expected" Ciel managed to say while panting .

" I'm glad you enjoyed it Bocchan. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

" show me…more…." Ciel said blushing red, wanting to learn more tricks from his butler

" Yes, My lord"

Punished from the grave

Cupofteeandbiscuits

Summary:

Izuku died on that rooftop but life wasn’t done with him just yet. Instead he has to carry on watching the sorrow and violence of the world.

Is this really it? Or is there more to being a grim reaper than collecting souls? Can Izuku fix the world from the grave?

AU where Izuku killed himself after years of being tormented. But it turns out even after death he can’t lay to rest. Instead he becomes a grim reaper to harvest souls. Although, that’s kind of hard when souls are going missing. Where the hell were the souls?

Notes:

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The swan dive

Notes:

This is my first story so please excuse how awkward it’s written! I hope to improve it over time though!

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My name is Izuku Midoriya and I’m a reaper. If I had to describe what it takes to be a reaper I would say that it’s like being a bridge that connects people to the afterlife. Another example would be a shadow that follows someone right to the end.

It’s sad knowing we spend our lives fixated on the good and bad of the world when really there’s no good to it. Whether your a hero and villain, you are free to run from their problems but they wouldn’t be able to run from death. I committed suicide because I thought the world would be better off without me and for that, I am being punished.My punishment is to collect the souls of the living. I asked for my life to end, but instead I got a lifetime of it, funny right?

When I was five I was found to be quirkless and it tore me apart as all I ever dreamed about was being a hero like All Might.

Instead, I was a scrawny little kid who had nothing. I tricked myself into thinking I would be special one day but unfortunately I wasn’t. It felt like I was stuck in a world of numbness and pain. Each day was just the same routine for me; Get up, go to school, see heroes saving the day, be tormented by my classmates, go home, sleep and repeat.

Over and over again I had to go through this cycle as if I was stuck in a loop.

I wanted it to stop so so badly. I was too scared to change it though, of course I knew how to change it, I knew how to end everything so quickly but I just couldn’t. It was like my limbs were too heavy to move. It was as if something at the back of my mind was telling me ‘no, it’s not time’. My body just feels heavy and I feel so lethargic. I’m tired, simple as that. Everyday is the same and I’m not too sure how much more of it I can take.

“So you want to be a hero? How can someone quirkless be a hero? That’s just a stupid idea kid” Izuku’s teacher rang out after realizing that Izuku was planning to try out at U.A.

Laughter filled the classroom as Izuku slid down in his seat. Hanging his head low kept his eyes trained on his desk in front of him which was scuffed, scratched and burned.

The bell rang and everyone began to pack up and file out of the classroom. Izuku slowly began to heave himself out of his seat and pack up his stuff. As Izuku was putting away his analysis notebook a hand reached down and snatched it from him.

“We’re not done talking yet, Deku” came a rough voice, waving the notebook in front of their face. Lost in thought Izuku hadn’t noticed that Bakugo and his friends hadn’t left the classroom yet.

“Katsuki, what’s that?” One of them chimed in. The guy was slumped over in a way to appear intimidating. Bakugo simply held the book over his shoulder so the other two could see it and the boys laughed at what it was.

“Hey! Give it back!” Izuku yelped.

Bakugo did nothing but slam both of his hands over the book and let off an explosion. Izuku was horrified as he screamed, hands shooting up as if to grab the book away from the other. But Bakugo turned and threw the notebook out of the window carelessly. Izuku cried out and tried to run to the window but Bakugo grabbed him by the shoulder and held him there. Leaning forwards he ignored how Izuku’s blazer began to smoke under his grasp, smiling innocently he said “Don’t apply to U.A., nerd”

Walking away with his friends who were sniggering, he turned his head back to Izuku who stood still, staring out of the window.

“If you want to be a hero so badly, there’s a quicker way to do it. If you think you’ll have a quirk in your next life... Go take a swan dive off the roof!” His friends now laughing loudly all three of them left the classroom and Izuku all alone.

Izuku stood still, emotionless as before taking in a wobbly breath. Tears began to pool on his eyes as his breathing became faster and uneven. His face crumpled up and he bent down until he was sat in a ball on the floor. Crying quietly into his hands to muffle the sounds, he stayed there until he couldn’t cry anymore.

Drained of emotions he stared into space unable to will any energy left in him to make him move.

‘If you think you’ll have a quirk in your next life... Go take a swan dive off the roof!’ Repeated itself in his mind, all Izuku could think of was that. Maybe it was true? Maybe he’ll have better luck next time.

Taking a slow intake of air before slowly releasing it, Izuku heaved himself up off the ground and stood still, “Ok Kaachan” He whispered to himself, no emotion in his voice, slowly walking out of the classroom he kept his head low feeling defeated.

As his body slowly began to climb up the stairwell that lead to the roof, each footstep was loud and echoed on the walls but it all fell silent on the ears of any remaining students.

It was a school wasn’t it? People walk up those steps everyday with a goal in mind. Whether it was to go to class, to eat lunch, or to die...it varies based on each person. Izuku’s goal wasn’t to head to class or eat lunch but rather to put an end to it all.

Standing on the roof, leaning against the railings Izuku admired the scenery. The fog in his head hadn’t quite lifted and yet everything felt so clear. The sky wasn’t bright but wasn’t dark. It was just grey and rainy.

‘Hah...I guess even the heavens are looking down on me’ Izuku mulled over in his head. The sky seemed to be spitting on the boy as he climbed over the railings.

Gripping steadily onto the railings, Izuku leant forwards as he let the wind comb their damp fingers through his hair.

It felt nice, in a way the wind was comforting to him as it’s cold hands caressed his face numbing his entire body as he swayed steadily. It felt so comforting against the spit of the rain that pummeled softly into his face leaving his cheeks pink and wet.

“Well... it’s now or never. Thank you for loving me Mum, I’m so sorry I couldn’t carry on” Shutting his eyes, Izuku loosened his grip on the railings letting the wind pull him into their grip.

All Izuku could feel was the wind embracing him as he fell, and in that moment, he finally felt like he was at peace with the world. The wind rang in his ears, creating a soothing lullaby as they guided him closer and closer to the ground. He didn’t hear the screams or shouts, he didn’t feel the impact, he felt nothing and for once, he welcomed it.

He was finally at peace.

Well, that’s what he thought as two figures stood over him.

“Ah, he’s right on time I see”

Chapter 2: New beginning start

Chapter Text

Life is full of surprises, but so is death.

Life is a gift whether you realize it or not. Izuku unfortunately did not.

When you receive the gift of life, you should never cut it short.

If you cut it short you cannot rest like you expect to. That is unforgivable in the eyes of the Gods.

Since the beginning, the Gods hate to be challenged and cutting short your lifespan is as if you are challenging their power.

The Gods gave the punishment that if one was to commit suicide they shall not rest. Instead they are forced to stay and serve humans for the rest of time by guiding others to the afterlife.

The reapers are taunted by each person they guide knowing that they cannot rest like them but are instead left to suffer for the rest of eternity.

They are the prisoners, the servers, the sinners.

They are the reapers.

Izuku opened his eyes only to shut them again. He was no longer on the grounds of his school but rather on a bed in a white sterile room.

‘Am I alive? Did I not die?’ Izuku felt his chest drop as he winced at the bright light. His head was pounding as he struggled to make out where he is.

“Ah your finally awake” Came a voice from beside Izuku’s head.

Whipping his head round to the voice he let out a squeak as his eyes locked into a blurry figure sitting beside him.

Quickly turning to the voice made his head pound as he groaned and he used his knuckles to apply pressure onto his eyeballs trying to make the discomfort disappear.

“Easy there you’ve only just woken up, just breathe” the figure quietly said placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to help steady him.

“Am I in the hospital?”

“....yes? Maybe? Not exactly the one you think your in” came the uncertain reply.

“Huh?” Came Izuku’s only reply squinting as they tried to make out the other person.

Whilst squinting he could make out the figure, it was a girl who was his age possibly older. His eyesight was too blurry to really tell.

“Why can’t I see?”

“Oh yes, sorry I forgot about that, here put these on”

Izuku felt something cold being placed on his face and he was able to properly make everything out.

Looking around he scanned the room noting that he was in a white room which was curtained off, the bed he lay on was cold, flat and white. Eventually his eyes fell to his companion. It was definitely a girl. He’d never really been around girls before.

From the looks of it the girl was around his age, a little older by at least a year or two. Her hair was thick and fluffy that just brushed against her shoulders. But what really stuck out was it’s color. Her hair wasn’t as expected but rather a pure white color. Izuku wasn’t too shocked by this though, his was green for heavens sake.

Izuku couldn’t help but stare, this girl was seriously pale with big deerlike eyes that had white eyelashes framing them. Her face was heart shaped and she had these plump pink lips. His first thought was that she was an angel.

“What’s your name?”

The girl swayed in her seat gently her eyes never leaving his. She seemed to study him before drawing an intake of air “My names Kaiya”

“W-what happened? Where am I?” He repeated himself, shaking himself out of his thoughts.

“I’m sorry Midoriya, there isn’t really any easy way to saying this but...your dead”

Izuku stilled before shaking his head “what? No I’m alive see?” Waving his hands in front of his face he could feel the air against his hands.

Kaiya tried to smile but it was more of a grimace “No, I’m sorry but your dead. You jumped off the building remember?’ Leaning in Kaiya paused before continuing, not breaking eye contact “You died there and then..your in the reapers realm now”

Feeling numb Izuku froze as he sat staring at the girl “......w-what?” Stuttering quietly.

“It may sound unbelievable and trust me I get that but I’m telling you the truth” Kaiya firmly but safely murmured to him. Leaning forwards she began to explain his punishment for suicide.

Izuku was left shocked and still, he couldn’t quite believe what was being said to him but at the same time something was telling him that it was the truth. He really was dead. Well, not dead dead but rather stuck in between life and death.

“How do I know your telling the truth?”

“Because you just know. I know you know that I’m not lying”

“So I’m really gone? My hearts not beating?” Spreading a hand over his heart he felt nothing.

“No, your heart stopped when you hit the ground. Your never going to be able to restart it” She firmly said.

Silence fell between the two as tears swelled in Izuku’s eyes. They dropped down his face before he tried to wipe them away only to touch cold metal.

Making a confused noise in his throat Kaiya began to speak “There are many changes in your new existence which will be different. All these changes are going to be permanent and one of them is your sight. I’m not entirely sure why but we all have shitty eyesight so your going to have to get used to glasses.”

Pausing to examine the green haired boy, “Don’t worry we’ll get you better glasses”.

Chapter 3: Greeting death

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Izuku trailed after his counterpart as she walked down a long and winding corridor. The corridors were dark and dimly lit with floating candles way above them and caused the shadows on the walls to dance. Kaiya stayed silent as they walked and hadn’t said anything since leaving the infirmary.

Left to his own thoughts all he could think about was his mum and how he had left her behind.His beautiful mother who raised him on her own. The woman who adored him with all her heart, the woman he’d abandoned.

“Mum...I’m so sorry. Please forgive me” He whispered under his breath hoping that it would somehow reach her.

“Are you alright?” Coming back to his senses Izuku had realized that they had stopped outside two large bronze coloriés doors. Hand still on the handle Kaiya faced Izuku tilting her head in confusion. Through the door muffled shouting and laughter could be heard.

“Yeah...wait, no... no, I’m fine” Izuku looked down as he fiddled with the hem of his school shirt.

“Yeah I get you, I know this is all new, confusing and scary and honestly...it’s going to feel like this for a while but I promise you that you aren’t alone”

Looking up through his curls he faced Kaiya and tried to smile but it just turned into a grimace as she saw how he was fighting back tears.

“Hey if your not ready we can go somewhere else and you know, take this all in?” Taking her hand off the door handle she placed it on his shoulder and rubbed it, trying to comfort the distressed teen.

“N-no I’m fine really, it’s nothing really” He whispered as the tears broke free. Kaiya paused as Izuku crumpled into himself, whimpering as he seemed to realize how permanent his situation was.

The whole situation sent sharp pains into his heart and it felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Come on Izuku, lets go somewhere quiet, everything can sit for now” guiding the young teen away from the double doors and further down another corridor, the pair walked until the corridor got darker and smaller. Slowly they reached the end of the corridor until they reached another large wooden door that when opened that lead them out into a courtyard.

As Kaiya led Izuku through the courtyard, Izuku drank in the scenery, their footsteps seemed to echo throughout the area as they walked through until Izuku could hear water.

“Where are we?”

“At the dock, we’re in the reaper realm so everything here is a little different to what your used to”

“O-oh..how is it different?” Izuku stammered.

Kaiya stopped by the edge of the dock gazing out ahead of them “Well, time and space works differently here, you’ll see overtime but just know that everything is distorted here. Since we’re in between the afterlife and world of the living, everything kind of just meshes together” pointing out to the water in front of them she continued “We collect peoples souls and escort them to the afterlife. There are loads of ways to get souls to their destinations but the main one is by water. Water runs through every country and pretty much every city so the souls are transported using boats. Water is like a gateway to the reaper realm, although the term ‘Limbo’ might be easier for you to understand right now”

Pausing to take this in Izuku nodded silently before following the girls gaze. It was dark and all the stars were out. Each star seemed to twinkle and reflect off the water.

‘It’s so peaceful out here’ he thought to himself. But before he could get lost in his thoughts again,he saw a light glint in the distance that was slowly coming towards them.

“There are always boats coming in and out from here, we don’t personally take many souls to the afterlife from here but it can happen. Usually they’re reserved for special cases” As if sensing Izuku’s curiousity she continued “When I mean special cases I mean people who have committed suicide. Sometimes we get people who have committed suicide with noble intentions and we - us reapers- debate whether they should become one of us or move on to the afterlife”

“So when you say specific intentions, you mean...?”

“I mean people who sacrifice their lives for others -such as heroes- or assisted suicides. This is still pretty new for us too, as you already know heroes have only just started to appear in the world. There are a couple of loopholes when it comes to being a reaper but don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it all soon enough” Kaiya stated before turning back towards the boat that was steadily coming closer to them.

As the boat came to the the dock a figure stood up and climbed out of the boat. Stretching and letting out a grunt as their back popped they turned to the other two reapers.

Pulling down the hood of their jacket Izuku peered at a boy around his age.

“Hey” said the man simply, looking bored and tired. The boy had dark lavender colored hair hidden under a beanie and heavy eyebags that framed his pale face.

“Hello...” Izuku murmered as he locked eyes with the boy. The boy nodded at him and Kaiya as he turned to secure the boat to the dock.

“Izuku” Kaiya nodded her head in the purple haired boys direction “Meet Hitoshi Shinso, Hitoshi meet Izuku Midoriya our newest recruit”

Glancing back Shinso nodded his head at Izuku before tugging on the rope one last time before standing up straight and turning to the other two.

“Nice to meet you, I hope we get along well” Smirking, Shinso placed his hand behind his head and adjusted his hat. The boy looked a little nervous as his eyes darted everywhere except at Izuku.

Shinso liked the look of the boy, he seemed a good guy but still a little shell shocked from everything that had transpired. Shinso knew the feeling well - he’d gone through it too. Starting to feel a little awkward from the silence he chose to break it.

“So...have you been to the common room yet?”

The green haired boy shook his head.

“Want to go see it? They have a great coffee machine”

Notes:

Sooo, we meet Shinso! Idk why put I feel like he would be a cool reaper and friend for Izuku. Hope you like it! What do you guys think of Shinso as a reaper?

Chapter 4: Fragility

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

It's been almost 8 months since I died and things couldn’t be more different for me. Over the past 8 months I’ve been learning how to be a reaper and it’s insane.

If I’m honest, I really like being reaper, it’s so cool! Here, no one judges me for not having a quirk. No one judges me for committing suicide and it’s just an amazing feeling.

But... there are things I do regret about my death, and that’s leaving my mum behind. I haven’t seen her since I died and I hate it. But I made my choice and there’s no going back. But I do keep tabs on her still, there’s WiFi here which is great! And Mum still hasn’t learnt about privacy settings on her social media so it’s easy to check in on her.

But like I said earlier, it’s amazing being a reaper. It turns out a reapers anatomy is quite similar to people with quirks! Long before quirks became a thing, reapers were granted powers in order to assist them with reaps. But when quirks came into the world, people who committed suicide were able to keep their quirks but only if deemed useful by the top reapers. Apparently it was a messy time for reapers as they had no idea how it happened. There’s a department here who are still actively trying to figure out how quirks came to be but so far they’re stumped. Although I did hear a rumor that it’s because of demons.

But yeah, when someone who is quirkless becomes a reaper, they are granted power in order to reap souls efficiently and those with quirks who commit have their quirks debated whether or not they are useful and if they are allowed to keep them.

An example would be my friend Hitoshi - his quirk was brainwashing and when he died, the reapers debated whether or not he was allowed to keep such a quirk. In the end he was allowed to keep it but it only works on people who are alive. He now specializes in reaps where the dead need some ‘help’ with their deaths (if you catch my drift).

But since I was quirkless I got the normal mandatory enhancements which are just speed and strength. These quirks are really helpful for training as it makes things so much easier. Such as having to get from place to another I can just jump and there I go! And strength helps when it comes to lifting heavy things too.

Since I began training I’ve only done a few reaps. I’ve been supervised in them so far but I have my final supervised reap soon and then I’ll be able to do it all on my own! I’ll be glad to be honest, my mentors creepy.

“Ok Izuku, are you ready for this?”

“...”

“I’ll take that as a yes then” Kaiya walked out of a dark tunnel and out onto a rocky seashore, Izuku trailing behind her quietly.

As they climbed over the rocks of the seafront, Izuku listened to the sea waves hitting the rocks and felt a chill as the wind hit him. His glasses were slowly getting harder to see out of as seawater spat at him.

“What time is it Zuzu?”

Getting his phone outa me wiping his glasses, Izuku checked the time to see it was 16:07pm “We have...2 minutes before the collection” Izuku muttered as he checked his notebook where his information was.

“Good, now can you tell me who it is?” Kaiya questioned him.

“Well, his name is Daichi Tatsuma, aged 28 and his death is from impact-presumably off the cliff”

“Good deduction!” Checking her watch Kaiya looked up to the cliffs “we have a minute, can you see him?”

Looking around Izuku spotted a man walking along the cliffs, a little too close to the edge. Izuku kept his eyes on the man as he kept walking.

‘45...35...25...’ He counted down in his head, not even blinking he kept his eyes trained on the man as the part of the rock under his feet gave away, making the man startle. With a cry the man began to fall as he tried to grasp some of the rocks but they gave away too.

‘5..4..3..2...1’ Izuku quickly looked away as the man hit the ground, he practically felt the vibrations. Gathering himself quickly, Izuku and Kaiya began to walk to the body which resembled more of a rag doll at this point. His head was almost decapitated after a blow to the the neck, his whole body was twisted and bloody. Bending down Izuku ran stroked the mans back avoiding the blood that was already staining the mans clothes.Sighing, he grabbed the tool that was hooked to his belt and raised it above his head before hitting the man with it.

A bright light erupted from the wound where film reels cane bursting out, presenting the mans whole life. Watching it, Kaiya and Izuku were quiet as they took in his life. When the reel stopped Izuku opened up his notebook “Nothing to report, everything looks fine”

Kaiya watched quietly as Izuku closed the book, a troubled look on his face “Well done Izuku,” she muttered, not breaking her gaze from his face “Good job for not hesitating this time”

Izuku nodded as he stood up and looked back at the sea. Feeling relieved he allowed himself mull over his thoughts quietly he stared out at the sea not noticing his mentor crouch over the dead body. It wasn’t until he heard a sickening rip and crunch that he turned around... to see his mentor ripping the mans head off.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Izuku screeched as he ran to his mentor grabbing her arm and pulling her away.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking his head”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT”

“Well it’s not like he’s going to need it!” Kaiya replied looking appalled at her student “Look the authorities will think his head fell into the sea, it’s fine!”

Izuku looked both disgusted and horrified “Why do you want his head though??” As his mentor shoved the head into a plastic bag.

“To finish making my skull chandelier” She said simply, walking towards a small cave in the the cliff.

Izuku just stood there gobsmacked as he stared at her retreating figure.

‘Why...’ he thought ‘why me?!’

Breaking from his inner turmoil he hurried after her into the cave where he saw her chucking the head into the tied up boat. Wincing, he went to climb into it as Kaiya began to untie the boat.

“Well done Izuku, you did well with the reap. You only have one more with me and then you should be cleared for reaps on your own” Kaiya said as she sat down opposite the boy. The boat began to float further into the cave as the cliff vanished and they entered a tunnel full of water.

Thinking back on the previous reaps Izuku thanked the Gods that there was only one reap left. His mentor was way too creepy for him.

Izuku shuddered as he remembered the reap, slapping his cheeks in attempt to forget what he saw. Shinsou opened one eye to look at him before closing it again.

“What are you thinking?” He muttered, eyes still closed.

Izuku turned to his friend who’s head was lying in his lap trying to sleep. Both were stretched out comfortably on a sofa, ignoring the people around them. Both were in the reapers common room, resting and drinking coffee.

“Nothing...just my last reap with Kaiya”

“Yeah? She take a body part again?”

Pausing, Izuku looked down horrified “Again?! She does this regularly?!”

Smirking, Shinso opened his eyes to look up at the freckled teen “Oh yeah, she has this weird obsession with bones. Few years ago she gave me some cat socks and I got her some rat bones”

“...Your disgusting”

Chuckling Shinsou used one foot to kick off his grubby shoe showing off his pink striped socks with a cat on them “But look Zuzu! Aren’t they adorable? I think it was a great deal”.

“Your crazy” Izuku said before shoving Shinsou off his lap, Shinso didn’t bother struggling and let himself fall to the floor.

“Hey I was sleeping there” He lamely said, not even bothering to look up at the green haired teen.

“Sorry Toshi, I gotta run I have my final reap with Kaiya soon”

“Ah, good luck Zuzu you’ll be fine”

“Yeah, thanks!” Draining the last dregs of his drink, Izuku grabbed his bagpack before heading out of the room.

“I’ll be right here when you get back” Shinsou yawned ready to go back to sleep on the floor, ignoring the other reapers who climbed over him.

Izuku sighed as he waited for his mentor, turns out he was a little early so he was left to wait in the empty courtyard.

Gazing up at the stone wall opposite him he stared at the carving behind the vines that almost hid the design. It was a Skelton sat down and blowing bubbles. The Skelton also had a spade in his possession. Izuku always did wonder what it was supposed to mean.

He sighed as he adjusted his trousers, most reapers would wear suits but pretty much all of them would adjust them to their own personal style. Izuku chose to wear beige suit trousers that were so loose and baggy they basically flapped around his legs like potato sacks, his reaper tool hung off his belt hidden behind his suit jacket that was equally huge on him, this was also beige. His shirt under the jacket was white and he had a black ribbon tied into a bow instead of a tie. He had also layered a knitted vest top over it which was pastel blue with rain clouds decorated all over. To put it simply, he didn’t have a great fashion sense.

After adjusting his trousers he heard footsteps getting louder he turned his head to see his mentor coming up to him.

“Oh, Izuku your early” Kaiya muttered, looking tired. Her hair was all over the place and she was wearing a purple frilly smock dress with a pink beret on her head. Her fashion was a slight improvement to her students.

“Good morning! how are you?”

“Tired” she yawned, stretching her arms above her head. She then turned to face the carving that Izuku had been watching earlier.

“What do you think of it?” She said.

“The skeleton? I don’t know, just wondering why it’s blowing bubbles” Izuku shyly said.

“Well...it’s a replica of the plaster work of the ceiling in the Holy grave chapel in Germany. The original thing dates back to the 18th century but this one was made about a century after. It’s called ‘Death blowing bubbles’” Kaiya stated leaning against the wall behind them.

“Oh...So why is it blowing bubbles?”

“Because the bubbles represent life’s fragility”

“...oh” That wasn’t the answer Izuku was expecting. He was expecting it to be some kind of joke, the answer stirred something in Izuku, looking back on his own death he agreed with his mentor. Life really was fragile...

“...you ok?” She asked

Izuku hummed as he stood up straight “we should get going or we’ll be late” he muttered walking towards the boats.

Kaiya stayed where she was watching her student. Sometimes she really did wonder what was going on in that head of his. He always seemed lost in thought. He seemed calm and content sure, but the sadness often peered through and that was apparent today.

But hey, everyone has those kind of days, it’ll get better for him soon enough she thought to herself as she started to head towards the boat.

“You ready to pass your test Izuku?”

Sitting down Izuku smiles “Of course! I’m going to be a great reaper!”

As the film reels began to end, Izuku closed his notebook ���Senji Mizuki aged 76, dies from heart failure,”looking at his mentor and locking eyes with her “Nothing unusual to report”

Kaiya stood silently as she studied him, “Well done Izuku, that was perfect. You made no mistakes, you didn’t hesitate and you were efficient. With confidence, I can say you passed” smiling she shut her own notebook, “I look forward to working with you in the future”

Smiling Izuku let out a sigh that he had been holding. He passed! His hard work had finally paid off!

“Thank you! I’ll continue to work hard!”

“I’m sure you will” smiling gently she turned to leave the hospital room they were in. Ignoring the nurses who were now entering the room to the deceased man and began to walk out. Pausing she turned halfway to look back at the green haired boy.

“You’ll begin your reaps on your own starting tomorrow morning. I’ll text you the address of were your meeting your assigner and that’s where you’ll be given the reaps for the day”

“Who assigns the reaps?”

“Oh, well I don’t know who does yours as I have someone else so I couldn’t tell you” turning back she began to leave but on her way out called to the boy “your free to do what you want for the rest of the day, you can return to the reapers realm or you can stay here in the human world. It’s your decision....oh, and a word of advice. In the future try not to stick around too long after a reap, it just makes things more difficult”

Izuku stood there whilst staring at the empty space of where his former mentor was. He broke his gaze to look at the nurses who were covering the dead man with a white sheet.

Pausing for a moment, he turned and bowed to the man “From what I saw, you seemed to be a decent man. Thank you for letting me see that” standing up he paused to give one last glance at the man before leaving, a new spring in his step.

As sad as it was having to watch people die he was so happy that he was able to have a second chance at happiness. Even if it meant pushing away his memories of his own life.

Going down the hospital corridor, he kept sidestepping the people that would walk past him. Right now he was invisible to them. He found it so weird that when he was on a job he was almost invisible. Something about how most people unintentionally turn a blind eye to reapers. He liked to think it was similar to how people can’t see a speck of dust unless they are really looking for it.

Leaving the hospital he sighed, adjusting his round gold glasses he began to walk to the river in Musutafu with intentions of heading back to the reapers realm. Maybe he could hang out with Shinso? They could finish their video game he wondered. Reaching the bridge he sighed again as he learnt against the railings. This bridge was popular for both humans and reapers, it was used as transport for reapers and their collections but also for humans wanting to commit suicide.

‘I wonder how it works..do the reapers collect the souls when they’re still on the bridge or do they wait till they’re in the water? I’ll have to ask someone’ he muttered to himself quietly.

Looking down he noticed that there were a couple of boats on the water. They were reaper boats that’s for sure, they had that solemn look to them. Climbing up the railings so that he was practically hanging off the edge he watched as the reapers floated by, each doing their own thing. He spied one taking a nap and another reading a newspaper. It was amazing to him how each of them were completely different yet all of them were punished for the same thing.

“I wonder who they reaped? I wonder if any of them feel sad by it?” He murmured to himself. Chewing on his lip he leant forwards even more until he began to feel gravity pull on him ‘Wow...now this feels familiar’ he smiled to himself, closing his eyes he loosened his grip. It’s not like he can die again now is it?

“HEY! FUCKING GET DOWN FROM THERE!” Feeling something grab onto his jacket, Izuku was yanked from his thoughts as he was pulled backwards, causing him to land on something warm and hard.

“Woah! HEY! GET OFF” not liking that someone had grabbed him and thrown him to the floor Izuku began to struggle, ready to attack whatever was constricting him.

“NO WAY IN HELL AM I LETTING YOU JUMP, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU?!” An angry voice bellowed into Izuku’s ear making him freeze up.

He knew that voice, he knew that voice very very well. It had once plagued his dreams after all.

“Kachaan?” He whispered, although not loud enough for the blonde boy to actually hear him.

“I’m going to let you go so you better not try to pull that shit again” loosening his grip, Bakugou let Izuku stand up shakily keeping his gaze fixated on the other teen. Getting up and dusting himself off, the blonde stayed silent.

Turning round Izuku stared at him, “W-what?” Internally he was panicking and nothing would come out of his mouth without stuttering. “Y-you saw me?”

“Of course I saw you, stupid four eyes! Unlike you I’m not blind” Bakugou snapped “This is a jumpers bridge, who would be stupid to ignore someone climbing over?”

Staring in shocked silence Izuku couldn’t think properly “Why did you...save me?” Either he’d gone crazy or this was really happening. His tormentor saved him?

“Because I’m not going to let someone kill themselves dumbass. What’s your name? Got anyone I can call for you? Friends? Family?” Taking his phone out of his pocket he lifted it up to show Izuku.

“You don’t recognize me?”

Bakugo tilted his head in confusion “why would I recognize you? I don’t know who the hell you are” he snapped starting to get annoyed again.

Izuku was confused before it came crashing down on him. He breathed out a little sigh of relief when he remembered why. Reapers were stripped of their human identity when they died and when they come into contact with humans, their faces are different. Obviously Izuku and other reapers could see what they really looked like but humans couldn’t.

“O-oh, yeah yeah we’ve never met before”, he stammered trying to step away from the blonde, only for him to grab him again.

“Don’t even think about trying to jump again” He repeated himself, getting more urgent.

“No, no I don’t need to you too” Izuku said faintly as he began to back away and leave. As he turned and began to walk away he muttered a bye as he hurried away from the other boy. His mind racing he missed what the other said.

“What?” He said turning round a little.

Huffing to himself “I said do you want to grab a coffee? You just tried to kill yourself, gotta make sure you don’t do it again” crossing his arms Bakugou scowled again before waking up to the other “Come on I know a place”

Izuku stood frozen as Bakugou grabbed his shoulder and started to guide him off the bridge. Izuku’s mind went blank “I wasn’t trying to kill myself”

“Oh yeah and I’m a goddamn rabbit” Bakugo retorted tightening his grip on his shoulder.

Whilst they walked in silence Izuku’s mind was going crazy, ‘Oh god oh god oh god what do I do? The guy who killed me tried to save me? He’s taking me to coffee? What do I do? Is he going to push me into traffic or something?’Izuku’s mind prattled on and before he knew it he was at the coffee shop. He recognized it to be one close to the bridge so he probably was lost in thought for a few minutes.

Both ordered their drinks and Bakugo guided Izuku to sit down at a table, unsure on how to get out of this, he decided to wait a few minutes and pretend to use the bathroom before giving him the slip. All he needed to do was wait for a few minutes and hope he didn’t recognize him.

Bakugou didn’t see the green haired boy opposite him, instead he saw a pale bespectacled boy with black hair covering most of his freckled face and really shit clothes.

The boy was as skittish as hell and refused to look him in the eyes.

Rolling his eyes he shoved the coffee forwards rough enough for some of it to spill over the rim of the cup “drink it before it gets cold” he snapped as the boy seemed to shy away from his hand.

“....” the boy didn’t know even say thanks, just hesitated before picking the cup up and taking a small sip, before putting it down again gently.

“So, what’s your name?” If the boy wasn’t going to start the conversation he sure as hell would.

Looking up through his bangs the boy stared at him, his green eyes glinting in the low light. Had he seen those eyes before? They looked familiar to him.

“My name?” Izuku whispered.

“Yeah, what is it?” He snapped, crossing his arms and leaning back. His eyes narrowed as the boy seemed to have an inner arguement about his name. After a few seconds of not answering the boy opened his mouth.

“My...My names Kenji” he muttered not looking at the blonde.

“Kenji...Mines Bakugo, Bakugo Katsuki”

“Nice to meet you”

After a few minutes of sitting in silence Izuku (who had now christened himself Kenji) began to grow restless and looking around as if planning his escape route. Bakugo wasn’t going to let the boy go just yet, he was still unsure whether or not the boy was going to head back to the bridge.

“Why were you going to jump?”

Freezing in his seat , Izuku looked at his former bully “What?”

Huffing at having to repeat himself “why did you want to jump? Killing yourself won’t help”

‘Hah, well it did for me’ Izuku thought today himself. Not bothering to reply, Izuku just sat in silence. Leaning forwards Bakugo, tapped his knuckles in the table, getting Izuku’s attention.

“Look, I don’t know you but I know you deserve better. Killing yourself isn’t the answer”

‘What the fuck?’ Izuku thought to himself. This guy...was telling him not to kill himself? The cheek of it.

“Why should I listen to you?” Izuku challenged him. Folding his arms and leaning back, he cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrow. He hoped to God this was a dream, this guy could get pretty explosive very quickly. But still, he was mad, what gave him the right to say all of that?

“Just because!” Izuku noticed how his former bully tensed before continuing “I know I’m last person who should be giving advice but just take it!”

“Why should I?” Gaining confidence he began to talk back.

“I made a mistake, a mistake that caused someone to die. There is no way in hell im letting someone else do the same”

...Was he admitting to his suicide baiting?

“What do you mean you made a mistake?” Was Bakugo really saying he made a mistake? Leaning forwards, he clenched his fists.

Looking down and scowling, Bakugo folded his arms “As in I made a mistake. I chose to hurt someone and they ended their life because of it. What I did was wrong and I’m trying to make up for it” sinking in his seat he refused to look at Izuku.

Staring him down, Izuku’s face was emotionless “How did it end?” Of course he already knew how he just wanted to hear it come out of his mouth.

Staying silent Bakugo drew in a breath “He jumped, just like you were going to” He finally admitted.

Everything froze for Izuku, it felt like everyone had stopped to listen to them.

“And...you’re trying to repent?” Suddenly growing repulsed his lips twisted into a disgusted motion. “It took his death to see how foul you really are? You really think saving someone can make up for your mistake?”

Bakugo inhaled sharply, looking up. Izuku ignored this and stood up leaning over the table he shoved his face into Bakugo’s, practically feeling his breath on his face.

“You baited someone into killing themselves, what makes you think you can make up for it?” He whispered deadly quiet “People like you disgust me. You think that after killing someone you can just turn around and act like your suddenly care, if you really cared you never would have done it in the first place” standing up straight, he turned and began to leave the cafe, too disgusted to stay any longer.

Bakugo sat still in his seat, shocked but not surprised. He knew every word that had been said was true. He could never make up for that mistake. Standing up and running after the other boy he couldn’t push the feeling in his chest down.

“HEY” he yelled as he saw the other boy, he wasn’t too far ahead, just a few meters but Bakugo wouldn’t give up “HEY!” He yelled again, managing to grab the boys shoulder.

Whirling round Izuku snarled as he shoved Bakugo’s arm away, “Don’t touch me” he spat.

“Look I don’t care what you think of me, hate me all you want that’s fine! But just know this. I know that I can’t ever make up for what I did, I can’t!” feeling his eyes water he scrunched you his face willing them to dry up, “But I’ll keep trying! I don’t want to be forgiven. Ever. I don’t expect it! But I will keep trying to save people! I learnt from my mistakes and I will do anything to stop it from happening again. Do you hear me?!”

Izuku said nothing, just stared at him. Walking up him he shoved his face into his and whispered “Just know this, Bakugo Katsuki. People don’t just feel suicidal because they want their pain to end. It’s also because we want to stop feeling like a burden. I was tired of reliving the same pain day after day. I didn’t care about whether or not I was alive or not, ok? Just because you decided that you made a mistake that you believe can be solved or improved doesn’t mean you can. You fucked up. And for that I will never forgive you. I want you to suffer for the rest of your life and I want you to hate every minute of it. You don’t even deserve the luxury of death yourself. That’s too quick and simple, so suffer for the rest of your pitiful life” spitting in his face as he walked away.

Bakugo let him walk away this time not even bothering to chase after him again. Letting his head hang low he just stood there. His chest feeling tight he took in every word, his eyes burning.“I hope I suffer” Bakugo whispered “I want to feel what he felt. It’s what I deserve”

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this! I’m no expert at writing so I hope this is alright! ☺️

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Chapter 5: Celebrations

Notes:

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Hitoshi was alone trying to nap on one of the boats tied to docks, he was all alone and the world around him was silent. The sky was always dark in the reaper realm but instead of it being dark and scary, it was more comforting. The stars and moon would always shine brightly, casting enough light for the reapers to see but also dark enough for a certain sleepy reaper to have a moment of peace, especially after the day he’d had. However, his peace was broken when suddenly the boat he had nested himself in began to shake. Jolting he snapped his eyes open to see Izuku climbing in looking pissed.

“What’s up with you? You fail the exam?”

“No, it’s worse than that” Izuku crawled down to Hitoshi’s side miserably.

“...you passed and your angry about it?”

“Yes, I passed but that’s not why I’m angry” Exasperated, Izuku reached for the bottle Hitoshi had in his grip “I just saw someone who I really hate”.

“Who?”

“Bakugo”.

“Shit dude, are you ok?” Sitting up Hitoshi gave his full attention to the seething boy opposite him.

Pausing with the drink just touching his lips Izuku gave him a look “I just saw the guy that killed me and you're asking if I’m, ok?”

“Ok fine that was a stupid question. Let me start again, how did you handle it?”

“...I may have told him that I want him to live a long and painful life”.

“...That’s the best you could come up with? Seriously you need to work on your threats” Shinso deadpanned at him.

“Look I know it wasn’t the best, but believe me, living is a lot worse than dying, I won’t give him that luxury. Plus, I’m still not sure if I want to be the one to reap him or not. Do you think they’d let me do that?” Izuku looked at Hitoshi who only shrugged in return.

“If you put a special request in, I’m sure the higher ups would allow it”.

Izuku just stared before passing the bottle “have you ever put a special request in?”

Pausing, with the drink in his hand Shinso clenched it “Once...a long time ago” he said tightly.

Izuku didn’t say anything, realizing this was a touchy subject for the other. Leaning back, he let his head fall back onto the wooden seat of the boat. Staring up at the starry sky he let himself get lost in thought.

He couldn’t believe he’d said all of that to Bakugo. His once beloved Kachaan.

It felt like ever since he’d died, he’d not only gotten happier but braver. But the sadness was still there, lingering at the back of his mind. It didn’t matter how much fun he’d have; he would always go back to being sad.

Hitoshi felt the same way, he’d been dead a lot longer than Izuku, so he’d grown accustomed to the rapid emotional changes. He knew that even though he’d had a long time to grow used to it he still wasn’t over it and it was going to take Izuku a long time to get accustomed to these changes.

“Do you want to do something?” Shinso said out of nowhere, hoping to cheer his friend up.

“Like what?”

#black butler fanfiction

[autolovecraft]

Instinct guided him in his wriggle through the transom.

His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. I'll never get the picture out of my head as long as I live. To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made coffin which he now pushed out of the way in his quest for the Fenner casket. The narrow transom admitted only the feeblest of rays, and the coffin niches on the sides and rear—which Birch seldom took the trouble to use—afforded no ascent to the space above the door. I'd hate to have it aimed at me! You kicked hard, for Asaph's coffin was on the floor. Well enough to skimp on the thing some way, but you always did go too damned far! I'll never get the picture out of my head as long as I live. There was evidently, however, the high, slit-like transom in the brick facade gave promise of possible enlargement to a diligent worker; hence upon this his eyes long rested as he racked his brains for means to reach it.

This arrangement could be ascended with a minimum of awkwardness, and would furnish the desired height. God, what a rage! Being without superstition, he did not heed the day at all; so that he was reduced to a profane fumbling as he made his halting way among the long boxes toward the latch. There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb, and the emerging moon must have witnessed a horrible sight as he dragged his bleeding ankles toward the cemetery lodge; his fingers clawing the black mold in brainless haste, and his hands shook as he dressed the mangled members; binding them as if he wished to get the wounds out of sight as quickly as possible. Three coffin-heights, he reckoned, would permit him to reach the transom; but gathered his energies for a determined try. There was evidently, however, no pursuer; for he was alone and alive when Armington, the lodge-keeper, answered his feeble clawing at the door. Birch to the outside of a spare bed and sent his little son Edwin for Dr. Davis. He would have given much for a lantern or bit of candle; but lacking these, bungled semi-sightlessly as best he might. Steeled by old ordeals in dissecting rooms, the doctor entered and looked about, stifling the nausea of mind and body that everything in sight and smell induced. Certainly, the events of that evening greatly changed George Birch. The pile of tools soon reached, and a hammer and chisel selected, Birch returned over the coffins to the door. He was a bachelor, wholly without relatives. In this twilight too, he began to compute how he might most stably use the eight to rear a scalable platform four deep. Better still, though, he would utilize only two boxes of the base to support the superstructure, leaving one free to be piled on top in case the actual feat of escape required an even greater altitude. Birch, being by temperament phlegmatic and practical, did not shout long; but proceeded to grope about for some tools which he recalled seeing in a corner of the tomb. The moon was shining on the scattered brick fragments and marred facade, and the overhead ventilation funnel virtually none at all; so that he was reduced to a profane fumbling as he made his halting way among the long boxes toward the latch.

The afflicted man was fully conscious, but would say nothing of any consequence; merely muttering such things as Oh, my ankles!

This arrangement could be ascended with a minimum of awkwardness, and would furnish the desired height. He was a scoundrel, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself. For the long-neglected latch was obviously broken, leaving the careless undertaker trapped in the vault, a victim of his own oversight. His drinking, of course, only aggravated what it was meant to alleviate. Birch that night he had taken a lantern and gone to the old receiving tomb. Horrible pains, as of savage wounds, shot through his calves; and in his mind was a vortex of fright mixed with an unquenchable materialism that suggested splinters, loose nails, or some other attribute of a breaking wooden box. When he perceived that the latch was hopelessly unyielding, at least to such meager tools and under such tenebrous conditions as these, Birch glanced about for other possible points of escape. His day's work was sadly interrupted, and unless chance presently brought some rambler hither, he might have to remain all night or longer.

The day was clear, but a high wind had sprung up; and Birch was glad to get to shelter as he unlocked the iron door and entered the side-hill vault. He was a bachelor, wholly without relatives.

The afflicted man was fully conscious, but would say nothing of any consequence; merely muttering such things as Oh, my ankles! I've seen sights before, but there was one thing too much here. Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that it was possible to give all of Birch's inanimate charges a temporary haven in the single antiquated receiving tomb. Clutching the edges of the aperture, he sought to pull himself up, when he noticed a queer retardation in the form of an apparent drag on both his ankles.

At any rate he kicked and squirmed frantically and automatically whilst his consciousness was almost eclipsed in a half-swoon. I've seen sights before, but there was one thing too much here. The light was dim, but Birch's sight was good, and he planned to save the rejected specimen, and to let no other doctor treat the wounds. He would not, he found, have to pile another on his platform to make the proper height; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit. He was oddly anxious to know if Birch were sure—absolutely sure—of the identity of that top coffin of the pile; how he had been certain of it as the Fenner coffin in the dusk, and how he stepped on the puppy that snapped at him a succession of shuddering whispers that seared into the bewildered ears like the hissing of vitriol.

Perhaps he screamed. He confided in me because I was his doctor, and because he probably felt the need of confiding in someone else after Davis died. This arrangement could be ascended with a minimum of awkwardness, and would furnish the desired height. Only the coffins themselves remained as potential stepping-stones, and as he considered these he speculated on the best mode of transporting them.

In this twilight too, he began to realize the truth and to shout loudly as if his horse outside could do more than neigh an unsympathetic reply.

The thing must have happened at about three-thirty in the afternoon. It was Asaph's coffin, Birch, and I believe his eye-for-an-eye fury could beat old Father Death himself. An eye for an eye! He gave old Matt the very best his skill could produce, but was thrifty enough to save the rejected specimen, and to use it when Asaph Sawyer died of a malignant fever. Davis left Birch that night he had taken a lantern and gone to the old receiving tomb. In this twilight too, he began to realize the truth and to shout loudly as if his horse outside could do more than neigh an unsympathetic reply. He would not, he found, have to pile another on his platform to make the proper height; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit. At any rate he kicked and squirmed frantically and automatically whilst his consciousness was almost eclipsed in a half-swoon. In time the hole grew so large that he ventured to try his body in it now and then, shifting about so that the coffins beneath him rocked and creaked. Maddened by the sound, or by the stench which billowed forth even to the open air, the waiting horse gave a scream that was too frantic for a neigh, and plunged madly off through the night, the wagon rattling crazily behind it. In another moment he knew fear for the first time that night; for struggle as he would, he could not shake clear of the unknown grasp which held his feet in relentless captivity. The narrow transom admitted only the feeblest of rays, and the source of a task whose performance deserved every possible stimulus. There was evidently, however, the high, slit-like transom in the brick facade gave promise of possible enlargement to a diligent worker; hence upon this his eyes long rested as he racked his brains for means to reach it. His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. Steeled by old ordeals in dissecting rooms, the doctor entered and looked about, stifling the nausea of mind and body that everything in sight and smell induced. He had even wondered, at Sawyer's funeral, how the vindictive farmer had managed to lie straight in a box so closely akin to that of the diminutive Fenner.