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In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch3 Amongst Us

(Warnings: Some Hate and discrimination against demons. Y/n accidentally cuts her hand a bit. Mentioning of a few scars on reader's hands.

Demons don't eat humans in this au but most aren't very pleasant. Y/n has no cannon design and can look however you like except for her turquoise eyes which is plot related.)

The scent of burnt flowers is the first thing that greeted you when you came back to the little shop two days later.

You had slept in late because of your nightly escapades and by the time you woke up and rushed back to the small shop, it was already mid-day. But you had found your boss there. And the older woman was. NOT. Pleased. The opening of the door was greeted by her form sitting down near a shelf looking to be rearranging some candles by color, and had given you the dirtiest scowl you'd ever seen on an old woman.

"Where have you been?!," she demanded rudely as you gasped for air from running all the way there. Her arms crossed and she scowled harder. "I've been up all morning trying to rearrange these shelves all by myself and I can't reach most of them!"

You immediately bowed still gasping for air. "I-...I'm s-so sorry. I-I overslept b-by accident." You gasped out between breaths.

"Excuses, excuses! I don't suppose you brought me the basil I asked for?" Her brow rose as your body stiffened up, remembering that you stupidly left the small bag of wild herbs by your bedside. She hummed. "Mm hm. Well since you think that staying up last night would give you a good excuse for lateness, you can just come in early tomorrow morning and help clean out the storage in the back!''

"I-I can just go b-back and get them-"

"And give you the idea of just falling back asleep? Not likely. Now get in here and get those green candles off the top shelf."

It seems fate decided to be a cruel lady to you. You had no choice but to sigh and obey, forcing your tired body to just work the rest of that day away before being granted permission to finally head home and rest more. Totally exhausted by the time you got home and just collapsing into your futon with a sigh. Tomorrow... Tomorrow would be better after you got lots of sleep and weren't feeling sleep deprived.

The first rays of day kissed the skies good morning and woke her up enough to bring out the cheerful smile of morning from her slumber. Glass shined as the light passed right through the window panes and chased away the darkness in the home. The rays of light passed up the body stopping among the head and shining directly into the soff eyelids. They fluttered and moved from the light's gleam until they opened slowly, squinting and blinking at the light until they adjusted.

Turquoise irises gazed softly out at the world.

You blinked before groaning in annoyance at the light shuffling around under your blanket but ultimately decided to get up from how too warm it was. The summer beat and the sun's light baring down on you on top of the thick blanket covering you made your body too irritatedly hot, so the blanket was kicked off in order for you to get up. Your torso sat up arms reaching above your head to stretch out, your mouth yawning. A hand reached up to wipe the sandman's kisses away from your eyes. Another morning to live. Another day to work. You slowly got yourself up and got yourself ready despite your still groggy state to get ready for work to ensure you'd not get another earful from your boss for being late again. So you were quick to make yourself look presentable and made sure to grab the small bag of herbs she wanted to avoid any scolding concerning that as well. With a final look in the mirror and grabbing a nearby apple for breakfast, you smiled at yourself before you opened the door and headed out your door into the morning sun.

You held the bright red apple in your mouth as you closed the door to your small one bedroom home behind you and turned to start walking down the sunny street. The sweet taste of apple tainted your senses as you are the delicious fruit on your way down the road. There was a nice breeze again today and a lot of clouds in the sky providing you shade from the harsh sunlight as you walked which made it a nice day to walk around. No doubt there would be countless people taking advantage of the nice weather. Your turquoise eyes wondered around lifting the fruit again to your mouth...but lowered it as you noticed that-...Wait a minute.

Where was everyone?

Your eyes wondered around the nearly empty street as you walked down the dirt road between all the houses and small businesses slowing down your pace as you noticed that the streets were.. unusually barren. Usually you would see young children running around playing and laughing loudly in such nice weather but you didn't see any of the young children around or their laughter. The elderly would be seen relaxing on the shady porches but they too were gone. No men and their sons were walking past you to the forest to fish and hunt like they did every morning. No people were walking around the roads. No one was tending to the various small gardens around the homes... Nothing. Well no. There WAS a few people. Although they seemed to be walking quickly and keeping their heads down whenever you watched them pass. You tried smiling and waving at a few people but they either ignored you or didn't notice making you raise a brow at their strange behaviors. What was going on? This was highly unusual. You couldn't help but stare at the strange occurrence. Turning a corner you were pleased to see at least two child playing outside. A little boy no older than five playing with no doubt his baby brother as the barely toddler boy squealed in delight as his older brother played peekaboo with him. You smiled softly at the cute sight before a slamming of a door caused both to look up.

"What do you think you're doing?!," an angry older woman demanded. She had thrown the sliding door open in the house right across from the two boys that looked at her.

"We're playing?," the older boy asked back.

"When there's death lurking about?! You're in big trouble!!"

The woman(their mother no doubt) continued scolding them as she stomped over. Effortlessly scooping up the baby in one arm while the other harshly grabbed the young boy by the back of his kimono. He was forced up and quickly marched back into the house, the door slamming back shut just as you were walking past their house. You continued to stare at the door for a long moment as you passed bewildered more before continuing on your way towards the small shop. Seriously what was going on? It was like if the a plague had combed through the town scaring everyone into hiding overnight. It wasn't like this just the other day. You decided to get to work quickly and see if things were better there instead. The apple core now eaten was tossed aside into a nearby tree patch before you hurried on your way down the rest of this street before turning left and going down three more small homes. The third home being the small shop that doubled as your boss's home. The streets were still practically empty but at least the shop looked calm. The eerie silence was getting to you so you quickly walked up to the shop and opened the door-

Only to reel back as the smells of burning wysteria and smoke and ashes hit your senses.

The stinging of the smoke hit you first as your eyes stung from smoke. The smell of singed wysteria burning your nostrals and making your lungs involuntarily cough and instincts drove you to sharply throw your head to the side. Your coughing fit in the open doorway to allow most of the smoke in the house to escape instantly and allowing the wind still blowing to blow it away.

"What are you doing?!," an older voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard screeched. "You'll letting our protection out you foolish girl!"

A hand suddenly grabbed your arm and tugged harshly. Your coughing firm gasped out as you were thrown inside stumbling a few feet before falling to your knees and continuing to cough. There was a loud slamming sound behind you as someone closed the door quickly and then shuffled around you. You coughed and fanned away any leftover smoke away from your face, rubbing your watery eyes before you turned and stared at the old woman shuffling around to look at you with a deep scowl.

"W-What *cough* was that?," you asked between coughs looking at her. "Did something catch on fire?"

"No you naive child!," she spat pointing at you harshly, "You just jeopardized what little protection I have against these beasts!"

You blinked at her bewildered even more. "W-What are you talking about? Protection from what?"

"How could you not know?!"

"Know what? What's going on?"

"FOOLISH GIRL!!" The pointing finger poked harshly on your chest. "A demon's been spotted outside of the village two nights ago!" Her face turned from anger and annoyance to fear quickly as she gave a quick look outside of the window. "As far as everyone knows it's still out there."

Your body froze as her words slowly seeped into your brain and your eyes widened. "A what?!"

A demon. The rumored cold hearted killers everyone feared. And one was spotted near your peaceful village?! How- No. WHY?! It didn't make any sense for a demon to be here. Demons lived in large towns and cities and were attracted to buzzing crowds and wars and fighting. It wouldn't make sense for them to come all the way out here. It was literally in the middle of nowhere and was as bland and simple as can be. There wasn't any treasures or valuable things to attract them. So why was there one lurking about? You blinked looking around you and finally located the source of all the smoke and smells. Many small sticks of wysteria incense had been lit and burning. Around them was all the wysteria scented candles you had lit up and filling up the home with more wysteria smell. The amount of smoke and wysteria was overwhelming and made your head spin. Eventually you reached up to pinch your nose to protect it from the scent overload.

"Why are you burning so much wysteria?"

"Because demons hate the flower. They won't go near it. It's the only protection an old woman like me can have but because of you most of it went out the door!''

"Don't you think you're taking it a bit too far?," you asked ignoring her insults.

"Absolutely not! When it comes to a demon I won't take chances! Now go in the back and see if there's anymore wysteria candles quickly! We need to light more to replace the heavy scent you lost me!"

You would've sighed at her yelling again but given the circumstances you'd thought it'd be better to play it safe. So you only got up and obeyed silently. There was not anymore wysteria scented candles in the back or on any of the shelves when you looked nor was there anymore wysteria incense. She had burnt all of it. The closest thing you could find was a single small bottle of wysteria perfume that your boss immediately grabbed and dosed herself in making your head swim more from the overpowering scent. You started to develop a headache the more you smelt it, and with her refusing to open any doors or windows, you had taken to just sitting in a separate room and covering your nose with your kimono. Safe to say that you didn't have any customers that day. In fact most of it was spent trying not to cough, calming down your boss, and watching her obsessively looking out the window in fear but every time you looked out, you saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary other than the eerily silent streets, and you missed the tall figure walking slowly down the road. He stopped, took a few seconds to gaze around carefully,.. before slowly walking back down the road away from the shop. You were too busy with your back towards the window trying to calm the old woman's rambles for the fifth time to notice. But at least you knew why everyone was acting strangely at this point.

You also alternated between trying to carve a green nice smelling mint soap into the shape of a rose flower in bloom. However this one wouldn't be for sale. Oh no. You were planning on taking this one home for yourself. Unfortunately it wasn't done yet and you had to leave it on the table by the perfumes to tend to your boss's panicked episodes.

Nothing changed except for the sky. The clouds that were blowing across the sky now darkened from white to dark grey and increased in number. The wind picked up shaking your wind chimes like crazy, moving the trees at an alarming rate. A rain storm was coming without a doubt. Hours slowly crept past. The sun moved across the sky near sunset now. And you were surprised to see your boss come out of the back dragging a big bag with her.

Curious and confused you pointed at it and asked, "What's that for?"

"For me of course," she huffed back. "It's too dangerous for a defenseless old woman like myself to stay alone while that monster is roaming about. I'm going to stay with my son and his family until the danger passes! Before dark too." She shivered giving a look at the setting sun. "They always get more active during the night. I'm not going to be stuck alone waiting to see what happens."

"You're leaving now?" You glanced back at the home. You noticed the melted wax all over the floor and the candle stubs and all the ash everywhere. "And leaving the mess?"

"My life is worth more than a mess! It'll be here when I return."

You rose a brow at her and then again at the mess thinking. "Why don't I clean it? It's the least I could do."

The older woman gave you a look like you were crazy and looked you up and down. "Are you still sleep deprived?"

"No. I'd just rather not leave a mess. It usually brings bad luck."

"And you'd do that despite the dangers?"

"There hasn't been any dangers. No one has shown up all day and we haven't even seen anything. For all we know, that sighting might've just been a misunderstanding. Or maybe the demon already left."

She still looked at you like you were crazy but eventually looked away shaking her head. "If you want to clean so late I won't stop you, but I still say you're nothing but foolish." She nodded towards the back of the home. "Although I won't leave you to wonder back home alone if you don't have to. If it becomes too dark, you can just spend the night here and spare yourself the dangers of walking alone at night."

You smiled at her before nodding. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."

"Hmm. Just don't say I didn't warn you if something were to happen." With that last grim warning, she left with her bag. Carefully pulling the door open, looking up and down the road, and shuffling out as quick as her old legs could carry her up the road.

You were left standing there staring at the door before you also slowly approached the door and slid it all the way open. The eerily quiet streets met you as you gazed your turquoise eyes up and down the empty dirt road carefully but yet again did not see anyone other than the quickly retreating form of the old woman before she took disappeared around a corner. Truly leaving the streets empty and devoid of life. You continued to stare a little while longer before sighing and allowing the door to remain completely open to allow the remaining burning wysteria smell to escape the house. It was giving you a big headache at this point so fresh air would be just what you needed. So allowing it to remain wide open, you got to work grabbing the broom to sweep up the ashes. You sighed seeing all the wax dried all over the floors and tables. You'd have to get a knife to scrape the wax off everything. You would not have an easy night.

Twilight soon began to fall and the more you stayed the more quiet it gotten and the less people you saw until the streets were completely bare of any living creatures and no lights other than the occasional street lantern or candle in the window and the setting sun leaving only a little sunlight to spare. It would soon be complete night, and you were left all alone. You felt almost like a criminal gazing around back allies, hiding from sight, and keeping secret. The darkened skies completely filled up with dark clouds and the wind blew fiercely making the trees shake and groan scarily. The wind blowing in making you shiver and decide now would be a good time to close the door soon. Countless minutes were spent on hand and knees using a carving knife to scrape wax off the floor until you had finally finished. Although not without consequences. During the last few bits, the knife slipped from your hand and sliced across the palm of your right hand. It wasn't a deep cut. Nothing life threatening to you, but it still stung as you wrapped a spare bandage from the back around it. Today was definitely not your day.

You gathered the wax pieces and quickly went outside to throw them out before returning to grab the broom and started to sweep all the ashes across the floor and out the door. As you were doing so, the first drops of rain started to pour down and hit the roof and outside. The broom bristles scraped across the floor pushing the ashes outside the door and onto the porch. You took a moment to stand there and look out into the stormy dark night. Rain pelted everything and you jumped as the first clash of thunder crashed throughout the heavens- A sudden noise made you suddenly jump and a cat yowled out from the inside of an overflowing crate full of garbage and scurried away into the night leaving you spooked. You felt on edge from your boss's warning and you couldn't help but feel like you were one of those unfortunate victims you always heard in ghost stories. The ones who always meet their early demise in the dark. If you weren't offered shelter here for the night instead of walking back in this weather, you would've felt more on edge. The last rays of the setting sun was dowsed by the watering night and all light finally left, making the shadows more powerful. More bigger. The outstretched hands of darkness caressed the world in its grip. You quickly swept the ashes off the porch and onto the muddy ground before quickly turning to go back inside.

The broom retired against the wall. Your hand rested against the door as you gave one last look out. The streets were completely dark, no houses had anymore lanterns or candles inside to light up the houses. Only the lightning to flash everything awake for a brief second. Your shop was the only one with a candle in the window.... Perhaps you should follow suit and put it out and retire for the night. It was already getting late and your worries were starting to make you paranoid about nothing. Your legs took you a step back, your hand slowly slid the door closed-

Only to meet resistance once it was almost closed.

"Hm?"

Your head turned to the door. A light whistling noise was established by the wind blowing through a small space. The door was cracked open just about an inch. You tried pushing it closed all the way but it didn't budge. What the- Your other hand reached up to try and push it shut with both hands. It didn't budge. You started to push harder and harder to try and get it closed. It didn't move. Soon you were pushing it as hard as you could with both hands and a shoulder pressed against it but still it did not budge. With a grunt you stopped and stared at the door before looking at the very bottom of the door. There wasn't anything jammed there blocking the door from closing. So why wasn't it shutting all the way?... Perhaps the outside of the door was caught on something? You decided to open the door again to see if an outside factor was causing this problem. Your hand grabbed the door once again but instead of pushing you pulled...and was again met with the same unmoving resistance. You started pulling harder and harder. Nothing. What was going on? You reached out to slip your fingers through the small crack in the door to grab the door and began pulling with all your might. The door was still resisting. Why wasn't it budging? Surely it couldn't have gotten stuck. It was perfectly fine a few hours ago! With a grunt you scowled at where your hands gripped the front of the door.

Only to freeze ice cold at what turquoise irises saw.

Your fingers gripped the doorway, but under them a third pair of fingers gripped the door, slipped in through the small crack from the outside. The large fingers ended in sharpened nails jabbing themselves into the wood embedding themselves into place firmly. You gazed at the third hand silently and in shock. The ice cold washing over your body as if ice had been injected in your veins-

CLASH!!

You let out a yelp and jumped back in surprise as another crash of thunder crashed overhead. Your hands released the door as you stumbled back until the back of your legs hit the small table in the middle of the room. Your bumped rattled a few perfume bottles on display and a few thumped against the wooden surface tipping over. Rain bear against the roof. Wind howled. Thunder crashed. And lightning flashed as you froze up. Your eyes shrinking to the size of pins as you stared at the hand clutched onto the door. It stayed like that for a long,long time. You couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Only stared in an unholy horror you've never felt before as the hand and yourself remained unmoving as if in some staring match.

The. Hand. Moved.

It physically tightened it's hold on the door before pulling back the door slowly. The door opened wider and wider and wider revealing the outside. Your jaw fell open. Your eyes shrank as small as they could go. The door made a soft thud sound as it opened all the way and revealed the entity lurking on the other side.

CLASH!!

A bolt of lightning lit up the dark figure now revealed to you in the doorway. Wind blew around mahogany colored hair wildly both cascading down his back and framing his face. Pale skin skin to a corpse. The black Hakama pants and purple haori coat blew around straining against the tall body that wore them against the wind. A flash of lightning. Bolt of thunder. And the lighting up of six irises sent you stumbling back further around the table knocking over more glass bottles that clinked against one another some more toppling over as you quickly moved around the table and farther back into the house. The figure remained unmoving for a solid second staring inside and watching you panickedly almost falling over on the floor before stopping to stare wide eyed at him again. Silence aside from the elements resumed...The large figure took one step into the home, the door slid all the way closed behind him.

Which meant you were alone. Staring at this....this....You didn't know who or what this was?! The light from the flickering lanterns lit them up enough for you to see his face that was once cloaked in darkness. The hat he wore was dripping a few drops of water from his head. The sparkling drop briefly reflecting two golden irises that stared back at you. Before a second pair opened under the first. And then a third opened above them. Six yellow irises staring at turquoise irises. The long hair framing his face helped hide whatever features you couldn't make out. But your brain nearly fainted from the realization of what was standing before you.

D E M O N

A demon in flesh and blood was just mere feet across the threshold of your much smaller body. His form and height was imposing. As was the claws his hands held and the long katana in clear view tied to his side. Turquoise eyes glanced at it briefly before turning back on his face-..And blinking as he had turned his head away from yours. You were met with the side of his head instead. His eyes averted away from you and staring at the left far wall. Which was lined up with shelves filled with scented oils and plenty of incense. You couldn't see his eyes because of the long mahogany bangs but jumped as his head turned all the way over to stare at the other far wall. The shelves on that side stocked up with scented candles, and soaps, and nice smelling bath salts ready to be bought and used.

"What kind of store is this?" A deep gruff voice spoke out making you jump ..and blink- "It's rude to not answer when spoken to." The blunt, monotone voice came again and it took you a moment to realize it was coming from his mouth which was moving. You jolted blinking at him. He wanted to know..what shop this was? "It's also rude to stare."

"I-its a f-f-fragrance store," you quickly squeaked out in a high pitched voice of fear.

"Fragrance...store?" The monotone voice sounded..confused almost as he took a moment to look around before humming. "Never heard of one."

"W-W-We sell f-f-fragrances of all kinds." You gestured a shaking hand at the shelves. "I- incense. Oils. Perf-fumes. W-We have them all."

He hummed again. "Curious."

You remained still anf silent as he turned his whole body and walked over to the shelves on the right side of the small home. Afraid to move and catch his attention. He stopped in front of the shelves specifically stacked up with soaps and scented candles. His head moving slowly from side to side examining the colorful candles and soaps carefully. His head stopping at one of the middle shelves where the carved soaps were. Most of the soaps were in fact NOT carved into shapes. In fact most were just plain square-rectangle bars. However the few that were carved was all placed in the middle shelves for easy access. They caught the eye of a lot of people especially travelers and it seemed the demon also seemed to take interest in them. Staring intently at the few carved into fruits, flowers, and one of two animals. His hand reached out to curious pick up a pink soap carved into the shape of an apple. It sat in his palm for a second before he slowly put it back down before turning back to the colorful candles. He stared at them all with his back Towards you.. before his head tilted at them.

"These candles do not smell of just wax." Again he sounded slightly confused but.. interested.

"T-T-Those are s-scented candles."

"Scented??"

You nodded your head despite the fact he wasn't looking at you. "T-That 's right. They're made with d-different herbs and oils and flower petals mixed into the w-wax. When they burn and the wax melts, they g-give off a pleasant scent."

He hummed interested. "I have never heard of such a thing before." A hand of his reached up to lightly touch a bigger blue candle with clouds carved lightly into the outer wax. "...Is the owner available?"

You blinked looking at him before shaking your head again despite he wasn't looking at you. "N-No. She went home. B-But if you n-need help finding something I-I work here." Maybe if you could help him find whatever he was looking for he'd leave.

He didn't say anything at first before retracting his hand from the shelf and speaking. "I'm looking for a gift." You just blinked. A gift? "My brother is getting engaged. I wish to purchase a gift for his engagement ceremony."

Wait...he came in here to find a gift? For his brother's engagement? So he wasn't here to try to tear you apart or rob the store? You immediately let your body relax in relief sighing. Oh thank the gods! Still didn't make this any less scary but it made it more understanding.

You finally offered an employee smile you usually gave customers and gestured to the table you had previously bumped into. "Well if it's an engagement ceremony then perhaps the bride to be would like one of our perfumes?" He turned and all six eyes targeted the table you pointed out. "They're all made from local flowers."

He silently stepped forward until he was standing before you staring at the table. You once again tensed up under his shadow as he practically loomed over you. His eyes scanning the labels on the bottles, some still knocked over, before you heard him snort and turn his head away shaking it no.

"They are too strong. Smells terrible." You blinked. He hadn't even opened them and they weren't that strong. You actually thought they smelt nice- "However...That is pleasant." You blinked and watched as he leaned over, reached out, and grabbed the half carved mint soap rose from the table. "Details are... suitable." You froze more as all size eyes turned to you. "How much?"

Ooooh crap. That was the one you were hoping to bring home! You liked it and worked hard on carving such great detail into its fake petals. But we're you really going to say no to this imposing figure?

You gulped as he still bore his eyes into yours expecting an answer. "I-I...D-Dont know."

"Don't know?"

"I-I'm not done carving it yet," you quickly replied pointing at it, "I can't sell something that's not finished yet."

Each pair of eyes slowly blinked at you before looking at the half carved rose soap with newfound interest. "You..carved this?"

You nodded. "Yes. I carve a few c-candles and soaps."

He hummed before placing the soap back down on the table. "Do you do custom designs?"

You blinked. Was a demon seriously asking you to do a custom job for him? You shook your head before nodding. "Yes. Sometimes."

He didn't say anything at first. Turning he turned back to the shelf of scented candles and walked right up to it. His eyes scanned the shelves before stopping on one candle in particular. It was one of the biggest candles you had. About as big and wide as a small jar. He picked it up and brought it to his face. The scents of cloves and cinnamon filled his senses and he hummed pleased at the pleasant smell it had. The candle was turn delicately in his palms twisting this way and that.

'Yes. This would be work perfectly. The red reminded him of his eyes and hair almost. The strong cinnamon smell wasn't bad either but pleasant. He certainly hadn't seen anything like this before and surely neither did his brother. It would be an acceptable gift without being too sentimental or tacky.'

He turned back around and walked right up to you. You blinked as he held out the large candle. "I want you to carve a sun into this."

You blinked at him before slowly taking the cinnamon red candle from him. You shivered brushing against his hands that felt cool to the touch. "A-A sun?"

"Yes."

You opened your mouth..but closed it looking back at the candle. "Oh. I ..I can do that. Is there anything specific you want me to add to the design?"

He blinked again before staring at the red candle in thought for a moment. "...Make the sun look as if it was made of dancing flames."

Dancing flames? A sun made of dancing flames. Ok. Not the worst order you could've gotten. "I can do that but it'll take me a few days to finish it."

He hummed before looking at the half finished rose shaped mint soap again before pointing at it. "And how long will it take you to finish that piece?"

You looked where he pointed and a disappointed feeling filled you. It looked like you wouldn't be able to keep it after all. "I'm mostly done with it but again it'll take some days especially since I'll also be doing this job for you."

He just closed his eyes and nodded. "Will you be able to finish both within two weeks?"

"Two weeks?...I think so. Yes."

"Then I want this also, looking as if it was in full bloom."

Yep. You definitely weren't going to be able to keep it. His eyes opened slightly and finally took the chance to really look at you... before all six eyes blinked in surprise and he fully turned his head at you.

"I can do both of those."

You tried not to sigh as you looked back to him and blinked as he was full on staring at you. Being so close you finally got an expert look at his face. His six eyes were yellow with red veiny sclera. Mahogany bangs framing his face. But what was most strange was the flame like markings on the upper corner of his face and the lower part of his face going down his neck. There was a long pause as you both just took each other in, especially him. He seemed to stare especially hard at your eyes before his eyes became half lidded and he hummed.

"You work late at night as well?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

"Women shouldn't be in the woods late at night. Not should they be working alone late at night either."

You stared.....Wait a minute-

"Do you make it a habit of being nocturnal?"

It was as if a glass shattering sound went off in your head as your jaw mimicked a hold fish. Staring wide eyed at him. Your head looked him up and down. Stopping on his sword and the purple and black haori coat.

Wait a dam minute-

"YOU-"

"Yes." He bluntly cut you off uninterested in the unexpected reunion before sighing. Of course he'd run into the strange woman in town. Figures with his luck. "Since your work has been established, I'll be staying nearby until you finish. Money will not be an issue but I do expect what I ask to be done within the time frame."

You could only stare gobsmacked at him as he simply turned to make back towards the door and opened it. The sounds of wind and heavy rain filling the space again as he stepped out-

"W-Wait!," you called arm out. He paused turning his head slightly. "C-Cant I at least have your name please?"

He stood against the blowing wind for a good moment before turning back. "You may call me Kokushibo."

The door slid back shut behind him and leaving you staring after him in the flickering candlelights.

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scribblestatic · 16 days

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You know, I had thought I'd posted more birdZuku before now, but it turned out it was all sent to a friend on Discord lol

So here's some more birdZuku drabbles, copied over.

I'm thinking about Harpy Izuku. And how, as a baby, he had dem tiny wings.

The first time, as a toddler, when Inko holds him in front of a fan, he just instinctually starts flap flappin.

He's just running around the house all excited, like a chick. He learned how to walk very quickly, but speaking came to him a bit slower cause he'd chirp and trill instead.

And he likes perching on things. The sofa in their house has holes in it where his talons snagged on the back.

And, when he was a lil bebe, just wearing a T-shirt and a diaper, Inko put him in front of a fan because he was laid out on the kitchen floor to get cool.

And he perks up and just starts flappin.

He doesn't even have his flight feathers in, he's all fluff feathers. But he's practicin!

His lil baby feathers go all over the place. Enough for a small pillow. Inko collects them for little pillows that he still has when he gets older.

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There's lots of little small pillows filled with his baby fluff. Izuku later thinks it's embarrassing…but he still sleeps with at least one of them at night.

Izuku got lots of hugs as a baby. Not only because Inko loves him, but also, her boy soff.

And Izuku just cuddles his neck in and blinks slowly till he's asleep.

When it's naptime, he'd always be softly peeping, hiding his head against his mom's stomach so he can sleep.

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Toddler Izuku hop hoppin along the ground until he gets to Aunty Mitsuki and trying to climb up on the couch so he can sit with her.

Also, his peets are more his hands than the little clingers he has where he would've been. So Inko makes him special mittens so he doesn't scratch up everything.

But he kinda sits back on his butt and reaches out for things with his lil peets when he wants something.

It's why his handwriting is literal chicken scratch. His ring and pinkie fingers are the long part of the wing while he does still have a thumb, pointer, and middle finger right at the wing arch. But they're usually tucked away and hidden under his feathers.

He mostly uses them the same way bats use their thumbs and they aren't that great at doing much else than grabbing. Hand-eye coordination is foot-eye coordination for him.

He can stand on one leg real easily, so if something's thrown in his direction, he'll just shift his weight real quick and grab it with his foot.

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Izuku may not be quirkless, but he does face quirk discrimination.

He's so much like a bird, he has to wear skirts instead of pants and has to have special underwear he can put on for himself.

A lot of his clothes have had to be custom made, and because his feet are essentially his hands, he usually has to wash his feet several times a day to do anything with them.

And schools have to go out of their way to custom make a uniform for him, and because of the way bathroom sinks are, it's hard for him to wash his hands without having to flap his wings indoors, which can sometimes cause a mess.

He also has sharp teeth and very sturdy facial skin in place of a beak, though sometimes, when he get's very birdy, it can almost seem like he has a beak. mass hallucination lmao

#birdzuku au #au post 2 #static drabbles #bnha au #Youtube

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tiodolma · 1 year

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Do you think it'd be hilarious if season 3 Merlin and Morgana are cursed (you can imagine whatever)? And both are rude to the caster because they'll like to be back to normal like yesterday, so the caster lies and tells them they have to sleep together to break the curse? 🤣😂

That’s all I want. Trap those two powerful virgins in a situationship they can’t escape (and also resolve that S3 UST) lmaooo.

Also wasn’t S3 the season where they touched each other the most 😂😂

How abt this... like u know how kingdoms always arrange political marriages and stuff right to become stronger allies, right? What if the caster is also a magical radical who want the magic world "to be great again”? Smh somehow they have an idea of both mergana’s respective prophecies and also somehow they know each’s true identity. The caster’s agenda is to get those two bonded by whatever means necessary coz what better way to unite the magicfolk other than the two most powerful entities working together???

So they find a way to infilitrate castle camelot in s3. They befriend merlin (coz merlin is just that kinda guy) and also morgana (coz shes alone and needs allies). Then caster somehow actually really binds them together without both of them knowing 🤣. Basically the effect of the spell makes them drawn towards each other. S3 is a hella complicated time for both of them so their feelings are like amplified and their needs to get their hands on each other become more intense. Caster always scries on them from their water bowl and is like "yesss.... yesssss, just according to plan muahahahah soon the magic world will be great again!”

After a while Merlin suspects that love magic has been administered to him and he deduces it was done by morgana (see he’s obsessed with her and cant really be bothered to suspect anyone else lolol). So he asks Gaius for a solution. Gaius would be all scientific method about it. Kilgharrah gives even worse advice... the usual "that’s easy, just kill her and finish the job” which makes merlin roll his eyes.

Morgana and Morgause share a braincell so they dont consider Morgana’s increased fixation on Merlin as a detriment but a bonus. Her increased hyperawareness of Merlin makes her for a better spy. Morgause also wants her sister to start seductress training since yesterday and what better victim to practice on other than merlin?

Anyway caster is getting bored with their still UST so they send a mysterious message to Melrin that basically says "you have been cursed. you gotta have sex with the lady Morgana in order to fulfill your destiny.” Merlin interprets that as the solution to break the curse (and finally defeat the evil that is morgana lmao).

Merlin, honest powerful idiot that he is (and also hella embarrassed and dont wanna consult his bosses abt intimate matters) actually corners Morgana somewhere and is like "listen you and I have been cursed and the solution is to have sex with each other” and morgana is like "awe i didnt know u had the hots for me.” They’re gonna banter and be all sexy abt it because Morgana wont believe a word Merlin says and Merlin is serious and paranoid af and the spell just keeps getting stronger the nearer they are to each other lololol. (sparks fly, they cant stop touching each other, they smell really good wth?, isnt merlin's cheekbones prettier than usual?, morgana's so soff to touch dear lord... yknow things they already know and think abt each other but more.)

When everything gets too much (and morgana finally believes merlin’s statement that theyre cursed) they get one secret night together in the Isle of the Blessed asjjsgshsjskl (feelings, atrraction, desires of youth spring to life, morgs find out abt his magic coz the sex was magnificent/spiritual and hella magical) and when the deed is done the caster’s spell is complete and they’re basically married 😂

CASTER: FROM THIS POINT FORTH LORD EMRYS AND THE LADY MORGANA ARE JOINED TOGETHER AS ONE. MAGIC WILL BE GREAT AGAIN. THE BALANCE OF THE WORLD IS RESTORED.

Merlin and Morgana are like, "whut" (but tbf they seem to be more stronger together)

It all comes down to "we just both wanted the same thing gdi.”

Morgause still sees this as bonus bec ofc she does lmao

Cue kilgharrah sensing a disturbance in the force and be like "OH SHT. MY PLANS”

#mergana #this is such an idea #tfw i gotta keep movign the READ MORE everytime i edit smth coz tumblr is a btch

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vampyr-game · 2 years

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As someone who admittedly was getting a bit of tired of seeing Sean Hampton getting woobified and turned into "soff uwu sub boy" in fanworks, I am absolutely living for your post about Sean Hampton topping. Thank you so much

bro yes, what the hell, I love u. he's sassy! he's bold! he's his own advocate! he's a capable man single-handedly running a homeless shelter for YEARS, who is very opinionated about government incompetence! he has a strong sense of justice, even if he feels beatifically obligated to forgive everyone who's ever wronged him without maybe addressing his own feelings on the matter... but just because everybody disrespects his boundaries doesn't mean he doesn't know how to SET them.

I think part of the difficulty of getting Sean to top (or shipping him at all) is that he's a workaholic with a troubled relationship with sex, so he's not likely to pursue a relationship of his own volition, and that necessarily situates him to be the recipient of such advances. in such a scenario, it may seem like a foregone conclusion that the one who is pursued is NOT dominant in the relationship... but I think Sean would benefit from a divergence from traditional relationship roles like top/bottom. we have to get creative if we want to restore agency to our boy!

(This got long and delves a little into similar hurdles faced when writing SeanReid AND GeoffReid, so I'm putting it below a cut lol)

as an example -- of the SeanReid fics I've enjoyed, several make it a point to assure the reader that No Mesmerism Was Employed Nor Maker/Progeny Bond Exploited To Facilitate These Sexual Relations.

but... what if that WERE the case? then Sean would feel wronged, and he would be right to feel wronged, and he would be in a position to demand restitution (😏) or apologies from Jonathan. let Sean get pissed! let it be Jonathan's fault! maybe Jonathan, newborn Ekon, accidentally puts his private desires in Sean's head, and Sean's status as a Skal enthralled to him compels him to meet Jonathan's needs! Sean would be pissed! but what's funny is he would probably know more about this than Jonathan, on account of his years-long acquaintance with Bridget and the Sewer Skals (honestly every character should know way more about Jonathan's capabilities than Jonathan. and I think that's very sexy of them to know him/his body better than himself. anyway.) meanwhile Jonathan would feel terrible and contrite, and perhaps try to compromise with the sex act that would be the LEAST objectionable to Sean. which could be Sean topping! though there's also a case to be made that Sean refuses to hurt Jonathan and insists on receiving (tho maybe he could ride Jon, that could be a good compromise...) -- you could honestly play that a lot of ways! all of which bring Sean's agency a little more forward into the relationship.

honestly, I love Extra Good (Even Gooder Than Canon!) Good Boy Jonathan Reid, but I've started to notice he creates something of a magnetic morality field when left unattended: everyone around him who doesn't wholeheartedly trust him seems ridiculous against his infallible kindness, and there's little room for them to do more than be worn down over the course of a fic and capitulate, in their own way.

everyone plays the kneeling scene a little differently, but a Jonathan who is nothing but guilty/regretful/contrite/apologetic gives Sean little room to be angry or standoffish, so Sean is rendered mostly passive. interestingly, Good Jonathan also creates this problem in GeoffReid -- if Jonathan is a perfect faultless angel, then that goes COMPLETELY against Geoffrey's worldview. as a matter of existential preservation, he'll rail against it and refuse to trust it, and Jonathan is left to chase after Geoffrey's coattails begging and pleading for his acknowledgment. it's hard to characterize Geoffrey as anything but a cornered animal, or a blind and stubborn thug, when Jonathan is so committed to defying his expectations -- but if you START with a Dark Roast Reid, for example, Geoffrey's worldview isn't being challenged every time he looks at this guy -- it's being VALIDATED, and it's a problem he knows how to solve. and then who knows, seducing the demi-god leech could be a form of damage control, and a way for Geoffrey to establish dominance. I imagine he doesn't relish the thought of being dragged into emotional honesty by a leech, but bringing a leech to heel is just part of his job description.

So, making Jonathan a little bit of an asshole gives the characters around him opportunities to hold him responsible, and his willingness to BE held accountable to them gives them agency. imo this is accomplished beautifully in scoriasoil's Catch Me When You Can -- it's WaverReid, and Jonathan's a bit more of a pedantic asshole than we tend to get in fic, and I just find that so refreshing,

THAT SAID I'm still very much interested in writing Glutton For Punishment Jonathan and Surprisingly Into This Sean Hampton. someday. I will put a star sticker on it just for you anon, thank you for joining hands with me in appreciation of Sean Hampton's agency 🤝

#vampyr #vampyr game #vampyr-game #vampyr 2018 #sean hampton #thoughts #seanreid

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Hey Lei! It's Thanksgiving here in the States (not sure exactly where you are). Wanted to say how very grateful I am for your account! Love this page and especially love all things Tiger and Bill 💗 These adorable idiots have gotten me through some rough times this year. So thank YOU! Haven't read thru everything yet so not sure if you've written something like this before -Bill cooking Thanksgiving dinner just for her as a surprise. Maybe she's in Sweden w/ him for the holidays but misses home

oh my soff heart. thank you baby for these wonderful words <3 Happy thanksgiving!

I think Bill has definitely adopted some of tiger's traditions--turkey for Christmas and all, but Thanksgiving is something Bill never really celebrated in Sweden, and he's still not entirely sure about thanksgiving food. The turkey he can get behind--his preference would be goose but whatever--but sweet potato pie endlessly confuses him, he found out far too late that stuffing and dressing were the same thing, he's still not sure what cornbread is and he couldn't pick a collard green out of a lineup.

But it was one of granny's favourite holidays--any excuse to make a righteous mess of her kitchen and feed people until they can't breathe--and thus it was tiger's favourite. And things just haven't been the same in a few years.

Maybe tiger's really missing her grandmother this year, and she's been on the road with Bill for like 6 weeks so she's missing home and missing family in general. Thanksgiving is right around the corner, but there's nary a decoration or acorn or squash in sight because maybe they're in some tropical paradise, which is beautiful and all--but it's a place that definitely doesn't do thanksgiving, either.

Bill gets the idea the week before--that he wants to throw her a big feast so she feels like she's back home--but it's complicated by a few things. For one, turkeys aren't really a thing where they are and Bill has no idea where he can find one, nobody knows what cornbread is, and poultry seasoning? Forget it.. Two, he needs to somehow get tiger out of the house long enough for him to prepare this whole feast, which is impossible because she doesn't have any friends there and doesn't go into work.

So y'know, he lies. Like a well-beat rug, he lies. Tells tiger he has an 18-hour shoot that Thursday, but as a surprise--he books her a whole day at the spa. A whole damn day. Massage, pedicure, manicure, water circuit, the whole thing.

Maybe Butterball comes to the rescue, after Bill asks his assistant to phone in a special favour. The turkey arrives frozen solid three days before, and Bill has to find every reason to keep tiger from seeing it in the bathtub where it's thawing He finds cornbread mix online. He has all the stuff for the green bean casserole, and he gets Gustaf to ship him some cans of cranberry sauce. And that morning he all but throws tiger out of bed, poking her awake.

"Mmrph," she grunts, rolling over and pulling the blanket over her head.

"Spa day!" he says, but it's a little too excited. One angry eyeball glares at him once the blanket lowers.

"Coffee," the blanket mutters. Bill juts his chin to the nightstand, where her mug awaits her. She grumbles again, throwing the blankets back and sitting up. Bill leans in for a kiss but she plants her hand in the middle of his face, taking a sip of coffee first.

"Rude," he mutters.

"Vital."

She takes a few more sips, humming in content before she finally kisses him.

"This was a sweet thought bud," she says sleepily, "But if you ever book me a spa starting before 9AM again, I'll kill you."

Bill smiles, getting out of bed and throwing a pair of jeans at her.

"Noted, now get your ass up."

Bill's a busy man, he's got a lot of cooking to do. Once tiger is sufficiently caffeinated and dressed, he sends her on her way--she's still grumbling, but he's practically giddy with excitement.

And for hours, all he does is cook. He slaps a frilly apron on and he just cooks the entire day. He keeps checking the turkey, he makes the stuffing, he un-jellifies the cranberry sauce. He spends all day drinking wine and getting everything ready, complete with small pumpkins and acorns and other fall touches in the rented house.

Tiger gets a waft of something delicious, something that smells like home, the minute she steps out of the cab--but when she opens the door, it's a full olfactory assault in the best way. She takes a deep breath in--then another one, and slowly her eyes flit about the space. Different coloured leaves, small pumpkins, Bill standing there with an apron on in the hallway handing her a glass of wine.

"What is this?" she asks softly.

"It's Thanksgiving," he smiles gently at her, "Kind of."

#BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard fiction #bill skarsgard fanfic

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Miranda x Abigail ----The Song of the Crow Ch. 9 (NSFW)

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[Miranda]

Almost perfect is still not perfect.

It's still not good enough.

Even if she hadn't already found the one for the ritual, Miranda would yet deem Abigail an unfit vessel for Eva –and she doesn't want to acknowledge the bubbling relief that comes with that conclusion.

Personal affairs have no room in science's cold, faceless domain. Thankfully, she doesn't feel things so deep, anymore, that they would affect her judgement.

So she is being entirely impartial when she arrives to the conclusion that, for all of Abigail's extremely favorable disposition with the Cadou, her body yet holds an immense weakness;

Itself.

Her human cells have mutated only partially, thus have a limit to how far they can be pushed. Too much speed and strength from her other side, an extended use or strain of the parasite before they have time to recover, can prove fatal. Miranda isn't even sure she can withstand a full transformation without being split down the middle afterwards.

The pains are there as a self-defense mechanism, a warning alarm for her to stop. It is a good thing she has learned to heed them.

Miranda pushes her chair back and rolls her shoulders, sore after being stuck in the same position over a microscope for the better part of the afternoon. Blue eyes do a quick scan of the lab until they settle on their target, seated in an old armchair on the opposite end, soundless as a phantom.

Abigail is idly scrolling through her phone, cheek rested on her fist, headphones on and the volume still very low, so she doesn't bother Miranda.

The priestess approaches. Dual-colored irises look up at her as she extends a claw to the base of Abigail's neck. Her finger moves up, slowly, drawing little goosebumps in its wake, until it tugs on one earphone.

“You waited, hm?”

“You told me to.” Abigail replies.

“But you hardly ever do as you're told.” Miranda counters. A wicked smile forms on her lips. “Well. In most cases.” Most cases other than the bedroom. She's very good at following orders there.

Abigail simply rolls her pretty eyes and rises. “I can go home if you're tired. No hard feelings.” she proposes after a beat.

The thing is, Miranda doesn't feel like going back to an empty stronghold. The evenings go by much faster with the brunette there. She has something to focus on rather than constantly overthink every little detail about the upcoming ceremony.

“No. Come with me.”

They leave the lab together.

Abigail's teeth are absolutely chattering by the time they make it inside.

“Can't handle a little cold?” she prods, dry and warm in her folded wings.

Abigail sends her a downright withering look. “Oh, you are one to talk, toasty in those wings that block everything. What does my arm do for me? Nothing!”

Miranda simply takes in the sight of her, frozen and drenched from the melted snow, like a puppy left out in the rain.

“Don't look at me like that.” Abigail growls. Then, in a smaller voice, “I hate you.”

“Even if I tell you I own a hot tub?” Miranda asks.

Abigail's jaw drops. “I...won't hate you as much if you show me where it is.”

The blonde considers, for a moment, making her work for it. Perhaps have her say that she loves her, even if the very notion of that is a joke.

A large part of Abigail probably does, indeed, hate her, she thinks. And that is fine. A lot of people do. Many more will.

Miranda motions for her to follow and leads them past a corridor Abigail has never stepped in. A spacious room with adjustable lighting awaits on the other end, sporting a bar filled with drinks for all tastes and a luxurious hot tub.

The blonde intended for it to help her relax after long, stressful days at the lab, but the hot water did little to calm her mind. The entire chamber eventually lost her interest.

But. Seeing Abigail gasp and light up at the sight of it, excited like a kid offered their favorite candy... the tub doesn't feel so useless anymore.

“Oh, wow. This. Is. Amazing.” Well, it must be, because the steaming water has all of her attention now.

Abigail removes layer after soaked layer of clothing. There is something quite eye-catching about the way her shirt clings to the lines of muscle in her shoulders and arms, but Miranda does not complain about watching it go. With far less enthusiasm, she removes her own clothes.

A soft, pleasurable hiss slips past Abigail's parted lips when she sinks into the bubbly water. It almost sparks a deep, predatory instinct in Miranda.

“You know, if you told me this was an option on day one, I would have been much more cooperative.” Abigail speaks, low and calm and sporting a satisfied little smile.

“Is that so.” Miranda joins her side.

The massaging sensation of hot water lapping at her back is certainly pleasant, better than she remembers, but it's not this which holds her attention.

“Mhm.” The brunette nods, eyes closed.

She doesn't think Abigail has ever been this calm around her, not even while she's sleeping. Right here, she looks innocent, a pretty girl every bit the twenty eight years of her age, rather than someone who spent most of their life at war.

Abigail carefully rolls her left shoulder, opens and closes the fingers of her left hand in the water as though testing out their sensitivity to the temperature, or lack of thereof.

“Does it hurt again?” Miranda asks.

“No. The sensations are just always so... dulled.” the brunette explains.

That sparks something in the priestess, in the scientist half of her. She moves in front of Abigail, inspired for a little experiment that will no doubt be much more fun than the rest for both of them.

“What? It's never good when you get that look in your eye.” Abigail states.

Miranda graces her with a small, you-know-me-so-well smile. Without speaking, she raises her hand to her company's ebony shoulder, letting it rest there.

“How about now?” she inquires quietly, gives a little press with her thumb to where she knows tension lingers in the human body.

Abigail makes a cute little sound in the back of her throat, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Success. Miranda doesn't really have control over her Cadou, but she has influence over the girl herself that's more than enough. Perhaps she shouldn't revel in that fact as much as she does, but, well. She brushes that stray thought aside for now.

Long, pale fingers then trail down, leaving a faint drag of nails past the nice contours of Abigail's black bicep, all the way to her wrist.

Dual-colored eyes glance away from hers and she doesn't need enhanced sight to tell the warm hue on the other woman's cheeks isn't just from the hot water bubbling at their chests.

Miranda brings a finger under her chin to command that darkened gaze back on her own. The unspoken experiment started as one thing, but it has turned into entirely another, now.

Because Abigail doesn't blush or get coy when they have sex, or when Miranda pushes her head between her thighs, or when she pins her down by the throat. But here she is, blushing from these little touches that aren't even sexual.

“Does affection do the trick for you, little raven?” she teases, lips close enough to accidentally brush.

“No...”

“No? You know I can read the signals your body is giving, right?” Miranda trails her lips past the corner of Abigail's as she whispers, down the curve of her jawline, to settle on the curved black line at the left side of her neck that looks like a tattoo.

Slowly, torturously slowly, Miranda kisses the spot. Once, twice, until she feels Abigail lose the fight to supress a shiver in her arms.

“You won't faint on me, will you?” she asks, teeth tugging on the other woman's earlobe. Who knew taking her sweet time pushing the brunette's buttons could be so entertaining.

“Probably not...” Abigail huffs. “But maybe we should move this to the –ah— bedroom.” That little hitch in her breath towards the end does things to Miranda.

“Can you even wait until we get there?” she challenges, slotting their bodies a tad firmer together.

“Fuck, Miranda, I don't know.” Abigail breathes out the admission.

“Want me to take the edge off right here?” she husks in her ear, fingers hovering just above where the brunette needs them.

The little raven breaks. Succumbing to her was inevitable.

“Yes.”

Miranda will admit that having her bedroom not be empty anymore is... good.

It's good for reasons beyond the bone-piercing cold in the heart of winter. Because not all nights are the same, even for someone who has lived for the time she has. Some are far, far longer than others.

Miranda may be woken by a happy, beautiful scene in a dream, like holding her smiling daughter in her arms and showing her the different types of flowers blooming outside their old home in spring. Equally frequent is the opposite, however; her standing over a colorless grave while everything freezes around her.

Dream or nightmare, it's all the same.

It hurts all the same.

Her subconscious never fails to remind her of the piece of her missing that she needs to get back whatever the cost, even if she dies trying.

But it's not death that terrifies her;

It is failure.

Even with the countless tests and experiments she has conducted over the years, determining that her selected vessel will be an almost certain success is still far from knowing it shall be so. Too far. Anything could go wrong during the ceremony and—

And.

Miranda is broken free from the chains of her mind when Abigail shifts, beside her. The brunette huffs as if she's annoyed at whatever dared to wake her, then rolls onto her front, burrowig into her pillow as though trying to become one with it.

The prophetess cocks an eyebrow. She would have thought it an unspoken rule at this point that Abigail never faces her in bed.

“You're still up...?” her voice comes, thick with sleep, underneath the dark curtain of tousled hair obscuring her features.

Miranda gives her a you-should-see-yourself-right-now look.

“Too cool to sleep like the rest of us?” Well, someone's chatty tonight.

But it does draw a little smile from the blonde, the sentence and how she says it. “I am above such basic practices.” she replies, turning onto her side.

Her fingers absent-mindedly reach between them, to guide rich brown locks away from Abigail's pretty face. The fleeting thought crosses Miranda's mind that she's so glad the Cadou hasn't altered the brunette's looks –that would be such a terrible shame.

A strange sensation rises up within her, then. She doesn't have a name for it, but it urges her to touch Abigail more, to bring her closer and she doesn't know how to do that outside of provoking her or sex.

The second her hand lingers near Abigail's nape, after guiding her hair there, the woman's back tenses. It's subtle, but Miranda feels her muscles jump beneath her hand as if the possibility of having to defend herself cannot be ruled out even here.

“Relax. If I planned on murdering you in your sleep I would have done it the first night you hogged the blankets.” she says, laying her palm open on the middle of the brunette's back.

“...I don't hog the blankets.” she protests slowly.

“I can stop touching you if you want.” Miranda offers.

She will not be offended if her company agrees with that. She will even understand. Their arrangement doesn't include this... whatever this is.

The seconds it takes Abigail to reply feel a tad too long.

“...no.” she finally breathes. “It feels... good.”

Miranda traces little shapes on her shoulders and back until Abigail's breathing evens out once more. Watching her breathe in and out, so serene, the blonde's own eyelids start to droop.

When sleep takes her, there are no images to haunt her.

It is a peace she knows she doesn't deserve, but she will take it, anyway.

#mother miranda #mother miranda x abigail #mother miranda x oc #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #fanfiction #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #and that one fishdude #creative writing #in which they start to get soff #like if you squint

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alohajun · 2 years

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♡ TTEOKBOKKI FEASTS AND I LOVE YOUS

mashiho x reader | wc : 1.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluffity fluffy fluff, mashi being best boi ever, mentions of food | request : could i please ask for a mashiho fluff where you can only eat soft foods cause you've have a dental procedure done but its annoying and you dont want to :(( just some major flufffff where mashiho is jus,, soff and mom-like and cuddly and ahh i just know i will love this no matter how you write it !!

“no, you can’t have tteokbokki, my love. i’m sorry.”

mashiho kindly scolded, taking away your phone before you could order any food. he stood near the couch, looking down at you with his hands resting on his waist.

“but i can eat tteokbokki! i want tteokbokki!” you pouted, huffing, since you knew you wouldn’t get your way. “tteokbokki is a soft food.”

“no, it isn’t.” your boyfriend shook his head, unable to believe the first argument you two were possibly gonna have was going to be about whether tteokbokki was a soft food. “it is chewy. there is a difference between chewy and soft.”

“but the doctor said i could eat anything i want!”

“yes, but he also said it all depends on how you chew your food. and we all know you don’t chew your food … you inhale it.”

you frowned at the male, squinting your eyes as you attempted to glare at him. at this point, you didn’t know whether you were thankful for taking mashiho to the orthodontist with you. however, you were glad he accompanied you — because if it wasn’t for him being so strict with you, you would’ve ruined your dental procedure before it even started.

“well, if i can’t eat all the good food, what can i eat?” you groaned, watching as mashiho crouched to meet your eye level, giving you a small smile. “why did i even get braces when i knew i was going to suffer this much?”

“because the result is going to be worth it, and you and i both know it,” the male assured, patting your knee. “also, for dinner, you have the option of yoghurt, ice-cream or mashed potatoes; what’s it gonna be?” he held back a chuckle at your face, seeing the childish excitement of getting to have ice-cream as a meal.

you struggled to contain your grin, covering your face. “ice-cream, please,” you said, watching your boyfriend as he walked over to the kitchen to prepare your meal.

“here you go, my metal-mouth baby,” mashiho joked, handing you a bowl of ice-cream before sitting next to you. “enjoy your dinner.”

“you say that again and i’ll cry.” you nudged the male, shoving a spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth before you turned to look at mashiho. “why are you eating ice-cream before dinner? that’s not fair.”

the brown-haired male shrugged. “this is my dinner,” he explained, turning towards you as he took another spoonful of ice-cream. “we are going through this together, baby. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i ate fried chicken while you can only eat soft foods?”

you stared at your boyfriend for a while, the spoon still in your mouth as you thought over his words. maybe it was the heavy dose of painkillers you took to ease the pain, but you felt uncontrollably emotional, tearing up even though you tried to control your emotions.

“wait, no — baby, no! why are you crying?!”

“because you are the best boyfriend ever.”

“mashi! mashi! y/n is dying! this is bad! i’m in tears, y/n is in tears! everything is a mess! we need to go to the hospital!”

haruto whined, startling the male on the other line, as he could hear uncontrollable crying.

having some work at the company — but not being able to leave you alone — mashiho thought it would be alright to leave haruto to take care of you for the time-being. however, things didn’t turn out right because an hour later, the pains from your braces kicked in — which led to the much exaggerated reaction from haruto.

as you clutched onto your face, the pain became unbearable and soon enough, tears fell down your face, causing haruto to panic, as he didn’t know what to do. the emotional boy tried his best, bringing ice packs and painkillers — but nothing seemed to work.

while you cried because of the pain, haruto sat beside you, crying because he didn’t know what to do — and that was when he decided it would be better to call your boyfriend and inform him; which explains the earlier outburst through the phone.

dragging yoshi with him, mashiho quickly left the company, hurrying the taxi driver as he tried to get to the apartment in record time. part of him was relieved as he saw haruto was just exaggerating the pain you felt — and that you weren’t really dying.

so, after sending off the younger male with yoshi, mashiho tended to your care, immediately getting you some painkillers and cold water to help with the unbearable pain you felt.

“i shouldn’t have gotten braces,” you groaned, hugging a pillow tightly as you bore the pain. “my teeth would’ve been fine without them. ugh, i’m suffering now.”

and as much as your boyfriend wanted to speak up, he didn’t, staying shut as he let you cope with the pain by regretting the decision. “how does frozen yoghurt for lunch sound? or would you like some soup instead?” mashiho wrapped his arms around you, pulling into his embrace softly, not wanting to hurt you more than you were already going through.

“i don’t want to eat. everything hurts.”

“but you gotta eat. you will get a bit of energy and that will help you bear the pain.”

you huffed in defeat, frowning as mashiho gave you a smile, moving away from you to fix you some soup for your lunch. taking his phone as he asked you to, you searched up the recipe mashiho asked, stating the ingredients and measurements of them to him as he memorized it quickly.

seeing multiple tabs open on the search engine, you shook your head, unable to believe your clean-freak boyfriend wasn’t the type to keep his phone perfect as he did with his surroundings. as you went to delete the tabs, you noticed the things he had searched up — and as much as you were all about respecting his privacy — you couldn’t help but skim through a few searches that caught your eye.

how to deal with braces pain? what foods to eat when you have braces? can you eat chewy foods when you have braces? what foods to eat to help with pain? painkillers for braces pain.

you looked up, watching mashiho as he hurried around the kitchen, trying to prepare a healthy soup (that would also help you bear the pain) for you as quickly as he could. from time to time, you wondered how lucky you got with your boyfriend, but these days — especially after getting your braces — you thought about it a lot.

mashiho wasn’t entitled to take care of you like this … yet he went over and above to make sure you weren’t having a hard time.

standing from your place, you wandered to the kitchen, approaching your boyfriend as he worked around. you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from the back while he stirred something on the stove.

“hey, what’s up?” mashiho leant into your embrace, tilting his head slightly so his lips could meet your cheek. “is this some tactic for me to make you tteokbokki even though you can’t eat it?” he inquired, knowing you must crave your favorite food and not being able to eat it must drive you crazy.

“no … i just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me like this. i love you.”

“what would y/n like to eat?”

mashiho thought to himself as he tiptoed around the kitchen, wondering what you would like now that you could eat the foods you couldn’t when you first got your braces.

it was a few weeks since you had gotten them, and after the last orthodontist appointment + plenty of questions from your boyfriend, you could have foods that weren’t just soup, yoghurt and ice cream.

opting to order in, mashiho tapped away on his phone, ordering various foods that you’d like. it was the fastest option, and it didn’t risk him making any noise and waking you, so mashiho was content with the items he ordered, smiling as he paid for them with his card and tracked the order.

tteokbokki can be a breakfast food, right? he wondered, hoping you’d like the usual lunch/dinner menu for breakfast.

by the time you woke up and searched for mashiho, he had prepared the breakfast feast on the table, observing your reactions as you squinted your eyes, inspecting the table.

a smile made way to his face as he watched your eyes light up in joy upon seeing the rice cake dish. “tteokbokki?! for breakfast?!” you had a big smile on your face before it faltered, pouting as you looked at your boyfriend. “don’t tell me this all is for you. it isn’t, right? are you gonna bring my hopes up and take revenge on me being annoying these past few days?” you crossed your arms, looking at the male skeptically.

“i mean … you were annoying, but not annoying enough to pull a petty prank like that,” mashiho confessed, gesturing you to join him as he handed you a plate to serve yourself. “besides, i’m more of the ‘add extra salt to ruin your favorite dish’ kinda petty person.” he held back his laugh as your eyes widened, immediately grabbing your chopsticks to taste the tteokbokki dish.

you let out a relieved sigh, glad your favorite food wasn’t the victim of a petty crime. as you — carefully — stuffed your mouth with all the foods you missed the last few weeks, mashiho kept his eyes trained on you, an endearing smile on his face due to the happiness he felt with you eating well.

ah, my heart. he felt multiple heart flutters as you smiled at him, completely obvious to the way he looked at you. mashiho always loved your smile, but somehow, your toothy smile just appeared more charming than ever with your braces.

“thank you for this, mashi. thank you for literally everything!” you smiled, finally noticing the love-struck way he looked at you. “i really mean it. you’ve been the absolute best these past few weeks and i can’t thank you enough.”

mashiho shrugged, hiding how giddy he felt at your words. “you don’t have to thank me. just pay my hospital bills,” he stated, causing you to raise your brows in question. “because with the way my heart races every time you smile, i might get a heart attack soon.”

“you are so cheesy, takata mashiho … but i still love you.”

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Waning Obsession(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch2 Amongst Us

(Warnings: Some Hate and discrimination against demons. Y/n accidentally cuts her hand a bit. Mentioning of a few scars on reader's hands.

Demons don't eat humans in this au but most aren't very pleasant. Y/n has no cannon design and can look however you like except for her turquoise eyes which is plot related.

EDIT: Fixed previous spelling errors.)