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#like resting but not sleeping and I really wish I were at least more ok with being like this
faust1926 · 2 years
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#negative and venting in these tags#+ I'm not at ALL grounded rn so like. u know#I don't have the proper words rn. but I'm just hoping very much today is just an off-day like most sundays have been lately.#and maybe I can be somewhat functional again tomorrow#I wish I had more positive things to talk about maybe tomorrow will be better and I'll have more positive things then#I'm just so tired and keep not being able to think well. and I just spent like 3 hours just laying down#like resting but not sleeping and I really wish I were at least more ok with being like this#cause I'm not. but I'm too tired to do anything about it when like -_- I've got spirits putting thoughts in my head#and like touching me and telling me things and I couldn't get them to go away even if I wanted to cause I'm just too tired#and their presence is so. heavy on me like their energy or whatever just Weighs u down when too many of them get close#so I can't move I just have to lay there and listen to them and it's so. horrifying#but at the same time it's like!!! the best feeling in the world it's literally better than anything. and I wish it weren't#I wish real physical things felt good to be around too :-(#I wish I could be grounded and functional and awake like normal humans seem to be even in situations like mine#one of the spirits is still touching me now. like. on my ribbcage and I don't know why but it feels . impossible to describe#or to compare to something else lol#I don't know why. they're doing that I don't know what they're trying to do with me exactly.#it's like electricity but softer maybe. not sharp. dull warm radiating pulsating pressure very alive. I can feel them like under my skin#ok it's getting late. I'm running out of what energy I have left I need to go to bed#and in the morning I'll have breakfast and take my vitamins and maybe I'll be a little better and more awake#and I'll get bloodwork or something done soon and I'll see a new therapist and maybe we can do something and my brain won't be so fuzzy#they told me to trust them tonight also. they said I'm not in any real danger and I need to just let myself rest when I need to#<- one of the angels said that I mean#even if that's more often than most people I need to like. just lay down and rest more and trust them to take care of everything & Im safe#so ok
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mysicklove · 5 months
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summary: Sukuna might not be the best older brother, but at least Yuuji doesnt seem to mind.
wc: 1.6k
a/n: wrote this instead of kinktober. oopsies. i was feeling soft, ok? leave me alone.
big brother au masterlist
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Two little fists bang at the door and you find yourself awoken from your sleep. In your half-sleep state, you manage to hear the desperate rattling of a door, and you furrow your eyebrows. Then, a sniffle, and a broken sob. “Brotherrrrr!”
“No Yuuji!” Sukunas voice echoes in your shared room, and at this, you seem to jump awake. Sukuna, turns his stare from the door back to you, and his lips curl upward. “You awake? C’mon lets go for round two. Been waiting hours.”
You pull yourself up, ignoring the suggestive kisses that your lover places down your neck. Another cry is let out from behind the door, and more pounding. “I-I'll be a good boy! Please, please, please Kuna!”
Sukuna growls into your neck, pulling away and yelling back a, “Yuuji, I told you it's adult time. Go watch your cartoons before you piss me off!”
A whined, “Noooooooo!” Is let out, and Yuuji by now must be sobbing, clawing at the door like some sort of puppy.
You turn to Sukuna, and his cocky smile returns, leaning forward to press more kisses along your cheek. You pull away, a scowl on your face, and he groans knowing what's to come. “Aw cmon, don't be mad. You promised me we would go again. ‘ts not my fault the brat is a clinger, Uraume is supposed to be watching him.”
You pull the sheets away from your body and Sukuna makes a noise of complaint. “Hand me your shirt,” You demand, pulling on your underwear as quickly as possible. He rolls his eyes at your tone, but pulls the cloth over his head and throws it to you. You are quick to put it on, satisfied when it comes just above your knees. 
Then you pad over to the door, while Sukuna sighs, and pinches his brows. He isn't getting lucky for nights to come, you've already decided.
When you open it, you find Sukunas four year old brother standing with his bunny stuffed animal, and tears streaming down his face. When he finally processes that its you, he immediately drops the bunny, and stumbles over to you as quickly as he can, the cries coming louder. His arms shoot up and he is warbling a, “Up! Up!”
You are quick to abide by his request, picking him up and pressing the boys body to yours, and shushing him when he sobs into your neck. Your hands run through the near identical pink hair, and you mumble out a, “I know, I know. Sukuna is so mean. Its okay. Shhhh, don't cry.”
The boy fails to listen, and you don't blame him. He must have been really hurt by his brother blatantly ignoring him. You glare at your lover as you make your way back toward the bed. He holds his hands up sheepishly, and you roll your eyes. You crawl back into bed, resting your back on the headboard, while the four year old straddles your lap, crying into Sukunas shirt.
“You coddle him too much,” The pink haired man complains, glancing at his brother who was staining his shirt.
You scoff at him, continuing to run your fingers through the boys hair as he finally begins to calm down from his wish being granted. “So you were going to let him just cry out there?”
“It's what our parents did to me, and I turned out just fine.” You bite back a frown, but place a comforting hand on his own. His eyes flicker to you, and he nods, not saying anything. You are glad their parents are gone, and he is too. Although being left to raise his brother was more tedious than he thought, to Sukuna at least.
The last of Yuuji's tears fall, and you wipe them away with a small smile. The boy leans into your hand, loving every second of physical touch. He always seemed to want to be touching one of the two of you, whether it by means of having you carry him, or him very tentatively asking his brother to hold his hand. In those moments, Yuujis smile seems to be the brightest. 
The puffy eyed kid turns to Sukuna, while continously holding onto your arm so that you don't stop your petting. “Brother is so mean!” Yuuji complains in a high voice, but he doesnt sound upset, only mimicking what you told him earlier. In fact, a smile was already beginning to creep on the boys face, already forgetting about the situation. 
A playful finger jabs into the boys chest, and the boy squeals with delight. “Wouldn't be mean if you weren't such a brat.”
Yuuji shakes his head, a massive grin plastered to his face. “Nuh-uh! You are brat!”
Sukuna raises his eyebrows and you chuckle, nodding at the boy with approval. “Tell me about it,” You encourage, and the boy in turn giggles, liking that you took to his side. 
The older of the two holds a predatory smile, and you raise your eyebrows. “You wanna say that again, kid?”
Yuuji doesnt understand threats, nor does he know that brat is considered an insult. “Brother Kuna is brat! Like me!”
Sukuna’s hands dart out to your lap, and make their way to Yuujis sides, quickly running his fingers over the skin. The boy squeals again, and then begins to frantically giggle at the ticklish feeling. Your lover's hands are tortuous on the boy, and in turn Yuuji's laugh begins to echo in the room, as he tries to squirm away. “No! Kuna! No!” He squeals, tiny fingers clawing into you as he tries to seek help from you. 
His brother holds a small smile too, obviously trying to hold the cold front, but can't when hearing the infectious laugh. Eventually, when Yuuji seems to be loosing airflow from all his laughing, you defend the boy, batting away your lovers hands from his small body. Yuuji comes collapsing into your abdomen, trying to catch his breath, but smiling non the less. You stare fondly at him.
Sukuna, on the other hand, manages to find a paper folded in Yuujis pocket. He glances at the kid, who is already watching him with pure adoration. The kid had a huge problem of idolizing his older brother, even after being tortured by tickling and left outside the room.
Yuuji points to the paper. “Gift!”
“Did you draw us something?” You question, tapping on Yuujis nose. He smiles and nods, squirming in excitement for you guys to see.
Your lover unfolds the paper, glancing at you with a bored expression. You read right through him though. He is curious to see what his brother made, you just know it. Yuuji's hands grips onto your shirt.
Inside is three stick figures, obviously drawn by a young child. Some of the heads are too big, and they are drawn with purple crayon, sloppy, but made with love. There is a little figure in the middle, coated with pink hair, and holding onto two taller peoples hands. On his left side is a carbon copy of the little one, also with pink hair, but frowning. On his right, was the color of your hair made sloppily with marker, and a smile big enough to match Yuujis. Cute.
“That ones me!” Yuuji exclaims, pointing to the little figure in the middle. 
“I couldn't tell,” Sukuna says very much sarcastically. Yuuji doesnt understand it, so he beams with pride, excited at the idea of possibly being compared to his brother that he idolizes so.
The boy giggles, and turns to you for confirmation. “Do me and brother look alike?”
You hum in thought, dramatically tapping your chin. “Definitely. But, one of you guys happens to be way cuter than the other though.” Before Yuuji can ask who, you lean forward and blow raspberries on his stomach, chuckling when more squeals and giggles come tumbling out. Sukuna hides a smile.
A second later Yuuji comes flying out of your lap and into Sukunas. The older grabs him forcefully by the hood of his jacket, like a mother cat does to its kittens. You roll your eyes at the treatment, knowing well that Sukuna by now knows how to hold a child. But the boy doesn't mind, now sitting contently in Sukunas lap and staring up at him. “You wanna look like me?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” Sukuna licks his hand, and you furrow your eyebrows. Then he very much too forcibly runs his fingers through Yuuji's hair. You jump watching the boy nearly collapse backward at the motion of his hands, but braces himself. Sukuna has a really bad problem of treating his brother with a little to much force than what a child should be used to. But Yuuji was a strong kid, so he never barked a lick of complaint – it was only you that were biting your fingers with nerves. 
Sukuna brushes the pink hair backward, similar to his hair cut. Then he uses more saliva to spike it up. Once finished he nods at the kid, content with the hair that looks identical to his.
“Alright. Good. Now go grab a sharpie, we gotta give you some tattoes.”
Yuuji borderline has a tantrum when you tell him why you can't do that, while Sukuna laughs the entire time. But, the two of you compromise, and now there is a picture hung in Sukunas room where Yuuji is coated with black marker tattoos, identical to his brother.
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sttoru · 5 months
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♯ 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊.
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⟣ sypnosis. kento has been extremely busy lately, going on business trips and so forth. he decides to surprise you by coming back earlier than expected. that’s how you end up finding your lover on top of you, showering you in his affection at 3 in the morning.
⟣ tags. nanami kento x female reader. fluff, bit of angst, suggestive towards the end. reader gets called 'sweetheart, angel, dear' wc: 1.8k
⟣ note. okayokay finally an adition to my event heheh ive almost forgotten about it but then i saw this prompt & was like . ok nanami , i must write this rnnn no delaying anymore so here i am :3 its also very bad. i hate it sm LOL i hope u at least like it t_t
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kento often asks himself why he had returned to the world he despised — the jujutsu society; his old high school. the sprawling curses everywhere are the main cause of his current misery.
he had been sent out on missions left and right, not catching a break in hopes of reducing any more civilian causalities than necessary. kento had even thought that maybe his previous 9-5 job wasn’t as bad as he had considered it.
overtime was every day for the sorcerer now. that wasn’t the worst thing - no - the fact that he was pratically living a long distant relationship with his beloved irritated him most.
a thought he had in his high school days reoccured in a moment of distress: ‘why not leave all those missions to gojo?’
you were still pretty understanding of his situation. kento appreciated that, though the guilt still ate away at him whenever he tried to sleep. an empty bed welcomed him each time he re-entered his hotel room — you saw the exact same scenery when returning home to your shared apartment.
both of you were adults; both knowing that life was unfair. the two of you being unable to see each other from time to time was a part of your life. kento and you still maintained a healthy relationship. that was all that really mattered in the end.
11:49PM. . . tonight wasn’t unlike any other night; you were preparing yourself to go to bed—changing into your pyjamas after showering, snuggling to a pillow under the covers and texting your lover one last message.
‘good luck on your mission as always! stay safe, i love you.’
you stare at your phone screen for a minute longer than intended. even if you tried to be mature about it — you longed for kento’s warmth and undivided attention. you want him with you, his strong arms holding you to his chest as you rest, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible.
you sigh defeatedly and put your phone down on your nightstand. just two days until you could see your partner again. you can hold onto that hope to keep you calm.
despite you trying to stay positive, you tossed and turned in your bed as you thought about kento’s safety. there was always a chance of him not coming home to you — always the possibility of that bed to be empty for the rest of your life.
all you could do was pray for his safety in your head whilst your eyes eventually closed from fatigue, your mind drifting off to a deep slumber.
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03:14AM. . . kento opens the door he had wished to have opened way earlier. the door that lead to the place where his heart lays; the person who claimed his heart and soul for eternity. you.
he didn’t think he’d actually do it. kento had originally planned to finish his last job as soon as possible and then get home afterwards, but there seemed to be a change in routine.
the special grade sorcerer simply assigned the mission to ino — the person whom he could trust most to finish the job in one piece. as much as kento dislikes to put his juniors in possible risky situations, there are also situations where it’s fine to depend on them. besides, the mission could easily be done by a grade one sorcerer.
kento sighs. the familiar scent of your home was one he could recognise from miles away. one that could calm his nerves instantly. it was that same distinctive scent you carry; thus why your lover sometimes calls you his home.
‘i can’t wait to be home’ ‘i want to be home’ ‘i’m going home’ — all these sentences, which kento has uttered before in earlier conversations, weren’t referring to a place. rather to a person he held dear.
“oh, my sweetheart.” the blonde man whispers under his breath as his eyes catch the shape of your figure under the blankets. he quietly enters the master bedroom and closes the door behind him, not making a sound as to not interrupt your well-deserved sleep.
kento slowly undoes his dotted tie, along with the upper buttons of his blouse. he probably needs to go take a good shower before he could settle down with you — but that’d risk waking you up.
you look extremely angelic in his eyes. especially with your left cheek squished by the soft pillow your head rests on. you never once fail to convince him that you are indeed the woman of his dreams; the woman kento ever had and will have eyes for. it’s like you get more attractive to him as the days go on.
“mh,” your sudden and soft groan makes him realise just how disturbing his behaviour could be interpreted as. kento’s body was hovering over your sleeping one and he was just. . . staring at you with a soft smile. a smile which he didn’t even notice had permanently found its place on his weary face.
kento sits down on the edge of the mattress, callused hand gently tucking you in properly, putting the blanket over your shoulders to make sure you didn’t get cold. he can’t rest if you’re not comfortable— even if he himself was exhausted to the point his eyes were starting to feel heavy.
yet that exhaustion doesn’t last long. it never does when kento’s able to see you again after a tiring week of countless missions and other jobs. your presence alone grants him the energy to stay awake and take care of you. and himself. you’re the reason he keeps it going.
“i love you so much, my beautiful girl — my angel.”
kento sure was a romantic. even when you’re unaware and asleep.
he couldn’t help it; the feeling stirring inside of him. the feeling of adoration and love for you. you are simply resting, yet kento felt an urge to kiss you all over, show you the unending love he has for you. but. . that’d probably be disturbing your peace. you are sleeping after all. he
not that that would stop kento.
your eyes flutter open due to a sudden presence hovering over you. your entire face and neck area was feeling ticklish, like someone was placing tens of kisses all over the skin.
strands of blonde hair is the first thing showing up in your blurry vision. kento’s face follows afterwards as his head tilts back up, the warmth against your jawline disappearing along with it —
“ah, i’m sorry.” a low and almost guilty chuckle tumbles out of his sore throat. the visible confusion on your face makes him let out another, “shh, shh, it’s just me, sweetheart.”
your arms flew around kento’s torso the second the realisation dawns upon you. your heart went from a slow pace to one that caused your entire body to warm up immediately; the adorable reaction and increase in heart rate not going unnoticed by your lover.
you wordlessly hug him — almost still in shock by the sudden appearance. kento doesn’t fight off your tight embrace, instead, welcomes it with open arms. the delicate kisses on your skin continue, each being placed with precision whilst one of his hands keeps your head tilted a little — rough fingers being a contrast of the gentle grip they had on your jaw.
“i missed you lots,” kento murmurs, eyes closed as he basks in the warmth of your body, his lips refusing to let go of your neck, “i couldn’t wait anymore. i couldn’t be separated from you any longer or i’d lose it.”
his gruff voice sounded even deeper than it usually would. maybe due to the overuse of it during his missions. the lone thought makes you pout — the thought of kento working super hard just to provide for you both.
“i missed you more, love.” you mumble, bottom lip trembling a little as kento’s hug triggers a whole lot of emotions in you. his hugs were special, his muscular arms giving you a sense of comfort you couldn’t find anywhere. no one could hug you like he did, “you did well. you did so well.”
those were all the words kento needed. his lips come to halt right above your collarbone, his breath a bit heavy from how much he's holding himself back from doing more. one hand moves from your cheek to your waist, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt.
“thank you, dear.” kento says. his words carrying a load of unending affection. your simple words of appreciation and encouragement makes him shiver in delight. this is what he longed for; this is what he did it all for.
it was clear. the answer to his question - of why he had returned to the jujutsu world, to become a teacher at his former high school - it was all for you. to be able to be with you, see you and hold you like this. to have someone like you appreciate all of his efforts.
“may i?” kento asks through a quiet whisper as he gently removes the blanket covering your figure, his eyes darting down towards your cleavage. he's asking for permission to cross that barrier — to cover you in the love you deserve.
you just stare at the blonde man above you for a second. you watch as he climbs onto the bed with you; the bed which was once empty and dull, now suddenly becoming your favourite place to be at. your fingertips graze against kento's sharp cheekbones. a habit you always did when you were appreciating his looks.
“go right ahead.” you answer with a confirming nod.
both of you were touch starved and had been deprived from each other's embrace for way too long. now was the perfect time to make up for all the time lost.
kento wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past him. he smiles at you, a gentle and handsome smile, whilst a few of his blonde locks fall over his left eye — his hands already prying away the blanket covering your shape. it was time to show you just how much he has longed for you.
“hold on to me, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you realise just how much i’ve missed all of you.”
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khristie16 · 7 months
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Hi, could you write about charles being domineering and possessive? I love your writing, smut please!
Well this turned out toxic lol, enjoy :** Warnings: charles is controlling and toxic, face slapping, cnc, fingering, oral, video footage, p in v, the plot is needed
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Charles? Yes, my love? You said the business dinner is tomorrow at seven right? Yes, why? Well, - I really wanted to visit my friends. I haven't seen them in a while. -
You two were lying in the bed now, ready to sleep. At least Charles was, your mind was drifting away. You and Charles were dating for some time already. You were losing counts because Charles made sure you celebrate each month of being together. Giving you gifts, inviting you to luxury dinners, beautiful operas and showing you off practically everywhere. Sometimes when you wanted anything more chill, he made sure to make your wish come true. So you were indeed very happy with him. But last months were all about the two of you and you started missing your friends, even though you are a good friend and are always there for them, even if it means only texting and calling each other every second day. -
Baby but I've told you about the dinner soon enough. I know, it's just - I haven't seen them in person for a while. YN, I need you there.
He was right. You indeed knew about this dinner soon enough, yet you was sad you have to cancel on them.
Ok - you said unhappy. In reaction, Charles squeezed you even more then before and held you tightly for the rest of the night.
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The next day you went to work and thought about the upcoming event. Another business dinner, it wasn't anything fun. All they did was talk business and bad jokes about politics or women. Charles wasn't participating in these, but others were - even if they had their wives right next to them. You've told Charles you don't like to spend your evenings like this but he's told you you are his woman, and he needs you there.
On the way back home, you opened your phone. *4 missed calls from Charles*
You forgot to check your phone the whole day. As you were looking on the screen, you've heard the squeal of the tires. Taking your head up to its direction, you saw the man walking out of his car. It was Charles. Making his way towards you with hard and fast walk. Face expression unreadable.
Where have you been??? At work- Then why you don't take my calls?? I forgot to check my phone!
His tall figure over your own made you feel uneasy. He was cruel with his tone, words and glare. His presence was so domineering you felt small. The twist in your stomach was creeping out so you looked back to the screen of your telephone. You've heard him exhale.
I was scared that something happened to you. No Charles, I just forgot.
He nodded and took you by your hand, leading you to the car.
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As there were some hours left for you to get ready for the business dinner, you sat comfortable on the couch and messaging your friends. You were smiling at their jokes as you've told them about yours and Charles's plan tonight.
This guy! It's not enough for him to live with you! He needs to have you all the time for himself! We will fight for you YN. We're not giving up. Totally, I will make my fabulous pinna colada leaving him in agony and delight at the same time, he will have a hard time to focus, so you could sneak off and spend time with us!
As you chuckled, you've felt a warm breath on your neck. Charles was hovering over you, he seemed rather unbothered by the fact, he was invading your privacy.
Charles! Who are you texting? My friends as you can see Alright then.
He walked back to the bathroom leaving you alone, in a weird state, but you you decided not to think about that.
You tossed your phone on the couch and went to prepare yourself. You opened your closet searching for the perfect dress today. - red long dress with slit without straps and bare back.
Not these.
You turned around to look at him in confusion.
Why not? Because i don't need any man to look at you like you're a piece of meat.
You were speechless. Is he being real? From when he is acting like this. He always wanted to show you off so others could be jealous of him. You didn't mind this behavior, or when he was making the decision for both of you, but this was getting a little uncomfortable to you. You were still looking at the dress you were holding in your hand and did not wanted to give up on them.
Take the silver one, they are perfect for this occasion. Hmm,….alright…… - you answered Charles and dressed yourself. Yes, they were indeed beautiful as well. Just not your first choice tonight.
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As you were working on the last details in front of the mirror, Charles appeared behind you. You saw his eyes lingering over you body which made you blush a little.
Your boobs got bigger. What? I said your boobs are bigger. It's not possible, Charles. Unless I'm pregnant which I'm not. You sure about that?
You stopped paying attention to your earrings, leaving them on the counter. You looked at Charles. His intense gaze piercing right through you. It was getting hot in the room.
Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't mind YN. Actually, - I'd be thrilled.
He went closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you on the neck. Leaving wet spots on your skin and hands going a little lower squeezing your abdomen. You moaned a little and put your back to his torso to feel him more. He reacted with a stronger squeeze and biting your neck.
Charles stop-p, I cannot have a hickey - you giggled a little and pressed your butt into his crotch. He stopped kissing your neck and positioned his mouth right next to your ear.
Don't tell me what to do.
Your eyes had a hint of surprise and uneasiness when he straightened his posture and backed off a little. His eyes once again on your body.
You will change. What? The dress. It's too provocative. No Charles, I will not change! Stop with raising your voice. No! I've already changed just for you and I'm not gonna do it again!These are fine.
His eyes darkened, and it appeared he stopped breathing as well for a moment. As you wanted to put your earrings on again, he abruptly went closer to you and took his hand to your neck. Squeezing around your throat.
If you will - again - try to raise your voice at me and disobey me, I will throw you on the desk right here right now and fuck you hard you will struggle taking a seat at the dinner. You want that?
You could feel his breath all over your face it made you shiver. And his grip on your neck got stronger you felt scared. You immediately shook your head.
Good - he nodded and kissed your temple on the side.
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You didn't talk to Charles the whole ride. You were mad at him for putting such a scene back home. You've decided to talk to him about it when you finally be left alone. He has always listened to you and wanted you to tell him anything what's bothering you. Your happiness was his priority.
You greeted others and found a place to sit around the table. Throughout the whole occasion, Charles held you tightly and kept the greetings short and simple.
The dinner was all the same. Boring stuff to talk about and good food. As you looked up from your plate, your gaze met with this other man. His name was George. He is the youngest one and with so much less experience. Charles was the younger one as well but he had a talent in this, offering him to be on better position even at such a young age. George smiled at you and you smiled back. Feeling a tight squeeze on your thigh, your gaze shot to Charles. He was smiling at you lightly, but it didn't meet his eyes.
After the main meal you took a second drink for you and talked to other women, more of like listened to what they had to say, because you really didn't have anything in common. Run away as fast as you can, a life with a business man will drain you sweetheart. You offered them a polite smile and excused yourself. On the way to the toilets you bumped into someone. You looked up and saw one of the husband of those women.
Oh hello there darling. Good evening Javi. Being alone, just by yourself? No, I just need to use the bathroom.
You felt uncomfortable. Javi was a slime. Charles was probably right to wear a different dress for today's evening. You wanted to say a goodbye to him, but he spoke up again.
You know, my wife and I are together for a long time- -YN!
Charles was now approaching the both of you. Big relief spreading through your body.
I'd like to have YN for myself. Now. Of course Charles, I get it. Totally.
He smiled back at you and went back to the main dining room, leaving you and Charles in the hall.
What were you doing here alone? Nothing, I needed to go to the toilets. Oh really, with Javi? Charles are you for real?
He pressed his body to yours, making you step back to hit the wall behind you. He was mad and you didn't know why.
Stop playing with me YN. I'm not! I'm telling the truth! I'm so sick of sharing you cherie. Sharing me? I'm with you, what do you mean?
He grabbed your arm and tossed you around to on the narrow conference table on the side. You yelped with pain.
Stop playing with me. I'm not! You sure are. As if ti wasn't enough already. You trying to run away from me? WHAT? You don't pay attention to me anymore. Always speaking of your friends of how you want to be with them. Where does that leave me at? C-Charles, that's not true! I live with you, I'm with you, I love you! You do? Of course. Why on earth would you think that I don't?
His face softened a little but his eyes told otherwise.
Alright. But I'm done sharing. With who? Everyone. I hate the fact they have access to you. And flirting with George? I didn't flirt with him. I saw it.
He pulled your dress up and sat you down on the table. You hit the wood below you hard. He grabbed you by the knees and strechted your legs to the sides making you cry his name in pain. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you closer to his crotch. When you looked back at him, you had never seen a darker look on his face. There was tension, pain and determination. He started to move in such a way that he rammed his erect penis into your clit. The stimulation clouded your mind and you let yourself drift away for a moment of pleasure. The movements were slow, yet hard, in small circles. But it was not enough for you. You started to thrust right at against him but he stopped reciprocating. When you opened your eyes, you could see a cheeky smile. All logic coming back to you with loud exhale.
Charles What YN Stop it, we cannot do it here We are exactly doing it here. No
Making entertainment for other guests in the evening was the last thing on your wish list. You were about to move up and close your legs back together, but before you could do it, a slap landed on your face. Terrified, you looked up, tears welling up in your eyes.
If you wanna apologize to me about flirting with other man, you will take me right here right now so everyone will know for sure who you belong to.
He grabbed the nape of your neck and pounced on your lips harshly. Demanding for you to open your mouth. It was hard to resist, he was much stronger. He had access now to deep throat you leaving you breathless. The sound of others flowed down the corridor where you were and it made you think again. But before it could escalate, he spread your legs open and moved the hem of your panties to the side. Playing with your folds, his index finger running up and down and middle finger teasing your hole. You're always so wet for me. The tension building up in your abdomen was getting uncomfortable and you complained with loud groan. He chuckled and thrusted three fingers in you. Making you gag on your own breath.
Better cherie?
You moaned loud and uncontrollably. You squeezed your walls against him feeling the high approaching. But he teased you, slowing his movements and soothingly pecking your neck.
Charles! Take a proper look on yourself cherie What are you talking about?
He put his hand deep in pocket to pull out his phone. With a couple fast movements, he found what he was looking for. It was you in the bathroom, the day you first tried out your new toy.
You have cameras in our bathroom???? Yes - so I can look at in anytime when I'm at work.
Shame and embarrassment flew through you, an incredible heat filled your body and you wanted to hide. You couldn't believe you were dating someone who had cameras in their own bathroom.
You're mine after all. I have every right to do it.
Before could decide to protest anyway, he started once more to finger you. He went down and licked your clit. Meanwhile his other hand showed you the video of you moaning. It made you so horny you forgot about everything and felt the pleasure building fast. Hearing yourself made you more hot in combination with what Charles was doing with his tongue. Seeing him on his knees for you, degrading you at the same time with the video and pleasing you over the top. You moaned more with each one and when finally, he stopped. Writhing on the spot you cried out.
Pleeasse You liked watching yourself?
He chuckled as he stood up, got rid of his belt, opened his trousers and let him set free. He stroked himself while cupping your breasts.
Yes, definitely bigger. I want to see them. It was hard for you to pull the dress down, but you did eventually. He pinned your nipples. Taking his tip to your hole and shoving himself inside of you making your toes curl. His pace was fast and hard. Taking you by the throat, he fucked you without mercy.
You. - thrust - are. - thrust - mine. Do. - thrust - you. - thrust - un. - thrust - der. - thrust - stand?
He breathed to your ear. You screamed YES, wanting to come already. You felt your pussy throbbing in pain from all the stimulation.
I should have married you. Put a baby inside of you sooner.
You came with his spoken words and rocked on his cock for the rest of your orgasm. Leaving you breathless, you calmed down a little.
I've switched your pills…..
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Camping Love
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Hi guys :)
This one is based on this request, I hope everyone will like it :) First time writing for Lia, but she's like the sweetest girl ever, so enjoy :)
Resume : Your girlfriend take you camping in Switzerland.
TW : None.
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You were not surprised when Lia proposed to you to go camping. You know how much she loves being outside. She can pass hours picking up leaves in her garden, walking tirelessly in the forest and simply enjoy the fresh air whenever she has the opportunity. It's therefore no surprise to anyone that her choice of home was a small house set back from the city, close to nature. Even if it lengthens her journey to work every day.
You’re not a footballer, it’s actually Leah Williamson who played matchmaker between you two. After Lia's break-up, the blonde made the decision to present her the one she imagined perfect for her, not wishing that her friend suffers again. It just so happens that one of her childhood friends was back in town, single after a recent breakup. You.
Things with Lia took a little time to set up, both suspicious to open her heart to another person again. You must admit that you have longly tested the sincerity of the Swiss girl, but her unfailing patience and honesty have finally convinced you. Apart from all the other qualities that qualify her, obviously. Leah has already proclaimed herself the First Lady of your possible future marriage, and that amuses you very much. You know you owe her a lot.
"Should we settle here?" Lia suggests, looking around.
You do the same before nodding. You’ve been wandering around the Bernese mountains all day and the place you’re in is pretty good. There is no one around, a small lake to refresh yourself and the view is especially breathtaking.
You were never one to camp before meeting Lia, but she showed you that it could be more than just sleeping on the ground in a tent that can’t hold the cold. So you watch her build the tent with expertise, proud and surprised to discover her talents as an architect. She turns around and catches you looking at her butt, smiling at you.
"I did nothing" you justify while raising both hands.
"Exactly" she laughs gently before pointing at her backpack with a nod. "Get our stuff out please."
You smile maliciously and obey, taking out what she asks you. You also say her that you will write to Leah to inform her that you are still alive, the captain being convinced that you will be eaten by a bear.
"She's so dramatic. There are no bears here, only wolves."
"Huh?"
Eyes wide open, you raise your head towards Lia who bursts with laughter. You can’t tell if she’s laughing or not, but you don’t know if you really want to know.
"I’ll tell Leah to come get me."
Lia laughs again, but she managed to set up your tent in the meantime. You take care of inflating the mattresses and let her manage the rest, realizing your uselessness. But the Swiss captain doesn't seem to be bothered by this in the least, a smile never leaving her lips.
"A little bath now?"
You accept with pleasure, changing quickly to put on the swimsuit that your girlfriend advised you to take. The water is icy, but after walking all day it does make your leg muscles feel good. You do sports, but in a much less advanced way than Lia and you are therefore less accustomed than her to intense muscle fatigue.
The next game is to see which of the two gets the most wet and you can happily announce that you are the winner.
And the rock you slipped on has absolutely nothing to do with it.
"Are you ok?" asks Lia, smiling when you return to the tent.
You nod, without being able to mask your teeth that snap in spite of you. You are frozen. You don’t fool the beautiful eyes of Lia, who takes you against her to lay a kiss on your forehead.
"Go change, I’ll light a fire."
You accept happily, quickly getting rid of your wet swimsuit to put on clean and dry clothes. The outfit you opt for is not the sexiest, you come out with sneakers, a pair of jogging pants with the Swiss national team crest that you clearly stole from Lia and a hoodie. You also folded the hood on head to protect you from the cold.
When you reach Lia, the fire cracks lazily, the noise immediately bringing a comforting side. The heat that emanates too. You sit next to it, letting your girlfriend go change too. Even if you grumble a little for form, you really appreciate the place in which you find yourself. And being able to have Lia just for you for a few days suits you very well. You went to her family before coming camping and there are other people to see after. Fortunately, each member of her family seems to accept with open arms.
"Hello you" you whisper softly when she comes back to you, passing your arm around her waist.
"Why do I feel like I know this pants?" Lia say with an amused smile, stroking the patch with her fingertips.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Lia laughs softly and it makes you smile. A look is exchanged between you two, who do not need to utter a word. You just hold her tight, let her put her head on your shoulder. You both get lost in your thoughts, watching the sun disappear behind the mountain in front of you.
"Are you still cold?" Lia gently asks after a few minutes.
Instead of answering, you slip your icy fingers under her clothes with an evil smile. The good news is that the cry that escapes from Lia’s lips has undoubtedly helped to scare away all the wildlife around you. The bad news is you were tortured to tickles for long minutes after that.
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festive · 1 year
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✿ - and when I look at you, I know I am loved.
and at times like these, I wish I could keep you here forever.
✿ - cw: fem!reader, slight angst, maybe some spoilers if you haven’t done the three magis quest, morning sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cum eating, cervix fucking. added my own headcanons onto Cyno’s appearance.
✿ - a/n: more cyno x scholar reader because I got him c6 and I really can’t get over this dynamic. thank you, thank you to my beautiful beta readers.
+ tagging: @rczc @kazuwhora @manjiroscum & @bubble4u <33
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The sun peeking through the blinds was enough to wake you up, nearly blinding you as you opened your eyes. It's almost a quiet morning, almost. The soft snores next to you tug at the corners of your lips, causing you to smile. You turn as carefully as you can without causing the bed to creak.
Your eyes soften — looking over your lover's sleeping body, watching in awe as his chest heaved up and down. His hair disheveled upon the pillows and his lips parted slightly as he continued to snore. One arm draped around your waist while the other rested underneath his head. You allow your eyes to travel lower, heat rising to your face as you scan over the scratches and marks you left on his skin from the night before. 
Cyno looked peaceful, and then the reality of it all hit you at once — pulling at your heartstrings. You wished you could stay like this forever, but you knew you couldn't. So after this, you'd be heading back to the Akademiya, and he would stay here, in the desert underneath the red sun — the land he calls his home.
Guilt begins to settle in your stomach, almost making you feel nauseous. I don't want to leave, you mumble to yourself. The impending dread of waking up alone the following day is weighing heavily on your mind.
"Then don't," Cyno's voice is soft, although still groggy. He startled you, crimson eyes looking directly into yours — his face mere inches away from your own. 
"Did I wake you," you breathe out, admiring every little detail in Cyno's features, from the shape of his nose down to the sunspots on his cheeks and even the little freckles.
"It's fine," Cyno's lips are soft against your forehead, and even though the kiss was brief — you can still feel him lingering. "Stay with me,"
"As much as I'd love to, you know I can't. Not everyone in the desert has the same luxury as me and Setaria," You sigh, correcting yourself. "I mean Setaria and me,"
And As much as Cyno hated to admit it, you were right — there's a heavy silence, and if you were being honest, you hated it. It was uncomfortable. Cyno's gaze on you is heavy, and you're anxious to know what he's thinking. "Then stay a little longer." 
You look at him, desperation gleaming in his eyes. "Just a little longer, please," 
You nod, "I'll leave tonight, so at least we can stay like this until then," you can hear the sigh of relief that escapes Cyno's lips. "Although, I want you to give me a reason to." 
"Oh?" Quirking an eyebrow, Cyno looks at you. "Am I not enough for you, or are you alluding to something else?" He teases — capturing your lips with his. The kiss is long and heated; he's not sure when he'll get to have you again like this, so Cyno makes sure to savor you as long as he can. So even when you're gone, he'll still have the memory of this kiss.
Both of you pull away for air, and as soon as you catch your breath, your lips instantly search for his again. You nearly whine when he denies you another kiss. "As much as I'd love to kiss you again, I'd like to do something else," 
"You suck,"
"I suck? Hmm, you weren't saying that last night, if I can remember correctly, weren't you the one doing the sucking on my—" Your hand is pressed tightly against Cyno's lips, instantly silencing as you're reminded of the events that took place last night, much to your embarrassment. "Ok, ok, that's enough out of you, smartass!" You can feel him smirking underneath your palm.
"I hate you," You murmur, looking away bashfully as you move your hand — before you can say anything else, you're flipped on your back, with Cyno hovering over you. 
"Mhm," he says, placing a kiss on the column of your neck, one hand beside your head while the other inches its way toward your lower area. 
You let out a sharp breath, feeling your lover's fingers drag across your folds, smearing your own slick that your cunt had produced — until finally, he slides them in. 
"Cyno," you moan — his fingers buried deep inside, pumping in and out of your hole as he bites and ducks on your neck. He angles himself better, making sure to pay extra attention to that sensitive spot inside of you while he thumbs at your clit. Rubbing circles against the swollen bundle of nerves.
You're clawing at his back — your nails raking across his skin, adding more scratches along the surface. (It's not like he'd mind, he'll wear them as a trophy on the subsequent trial he faces.) 
Sobbing as your orgasms hit you hard, your walls spasming around his fingers, drenching them in your essence. Cyno pulls back — bringing them to his lips as he sucks them clean. "I'll never get enough of you," 
His cock is stirring in his palm as he aligns the tip with your cunt. Finally, he lets out a low hiss, the shaft of his cock sinking further into you until he finally bottoms out.
"Look at me, my dove," He grunts, his hips slamming against yours as he thrusts himself deeper inside you. You do your best, mind partially gone from the euphoric bliss — but you're able to. You watch him, focusing on how his freckles crease with each movement of his face and the sharp fang peeking through his lips.
 Cyno places a needy kiss upon your lips — swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You give him what he wants, allowing him to explore the cavern of your mouth while he devours you whole. He hates the fact that you both need air. He pulls away — cursing both your mortalities.
And when he pulls away, he stares at you intently — red orbs drinking in every little detail of your face, from the way your eyes are blown wide in pleasure and down to the shape of your lips. Immortalizing this version of you in his memories for as long as time flows.
The sound of skin slapping against skin resonates throughout the room, loud enough to rival the mixed moans and mewls that escape you. 
His cock stretches you out with each thrust as he forces his way inside you — the tip of his cock grazing your cervix each time, making you writhe and groan. 
Cyno knows you're close. He can feel it, almost afraid that if your walls squeezed around him harder, they'd snap his cock in half. 
Cyno's name falls off your lips like a prayer as you reach your end — your body going limp underneath him. It doesn't take long for him to chase his own high.
His cock throbs inside as he cums, coating your walls with his seed — making sure to leave something to remember him by. 
And after all, is said and done, he rolls off of you, panting heavily — he turns to you.
"I love you," his voice is soft, the sudden declaration almost has you fighting back tears — and as many nights you've shared with your lover, you've never seen him this raw, this exposed. Still, the look on his face, you know he's being genuine, and that's what makes things worse. 
And you think about it, it's enough to make you reconsider. "I love you too," 
You clear your throat, "Listen, even when we're apart, I will always keep you in my heart." 
"I will never love another," Cyno says, rubbing circles into your back — your skin feeling soft underneath his touch. You snort, laughing into his chest. "Please stop. You'll see me again in a few weeks,"
"And I will count every star in the sky until you return,"
"Cyno shut the fuck up."
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baldeslut · 7 months
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finally this boy is getting more fics !!!!! saw that you want fluff ones... reader has to work all night, but balde wanted to be close to her, so he spent the night sitting next to they (or even lying on their lap almost asleep 🥺), trying not to get in their way
My boy
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It was your last big exam for this semester and you needed a good study, even if that meant staying up all night and not being beside your boyfriend. You made yourself a cup of coffee as you started to study. Alejandro called across the hallway
“Amor lets sleep noww” he said while slightly whining.
“I wish, but i really need to study Ale.. just for one night promise”
Leaning against your chair, you saw his head peep out of the walls as he ran across the hallway to see you.
“If your not sleeping, im not sleeping” Alejandro snapped.
“Please get some rest, at least on my bed bebé”
Alejandro sighed as he looked at you while pouting. He left the room as i said goodnight to him on the way out. Suddenly, he came back with one of his chairs, placing it beside you to watch you work. His head turned as he smiled at me, you re-adjusted your glasses as you got your eyes glues back to the computer. A weight was put onto your shoulder as you look to see his head leant onto you.
“Im going to watch you work, i want to be beside you amor”
He wrapped his arms around you as typed. You were studying for your English exam worth almost your whole English mark. The room was silent, he placed a kiss on your cheek.
“Hey i know that too!” Alejandro blurted. His English wasn’t bad, it was decent. But you giggled at his remark as he looked up at you. It was 11:45 pm and it started to stress you out a little bit. You pulled away from your computer as you stretched your arms, yawning.
“Hey hey, im here ok. Please don’t stress, you know it scares me”
Alejandro knew just how to comfort you in situations like this, but he was quite childish whenever it happened, he was always “scared”. You dropped on your bed for a break as he lied down beside you. He caressed my cheek as he pulled in to kiss you, his legs wrapped around you as his lips touched your. What felt like hours, you rose up from the bed as he followed you back to your chair. His legs were curled up on the chair as he pushed his chair closer to yours, leaning into the crook of your neck. His hair grazed your skin as you giggled from the feeling. He listened to you whispering to yourself as you worked, it was like a bedtime story to him. Soon enough his eyes were fluttering as he dozed off to sleep, his little breathes against your skin felt comforting to you.
1:25 am. Your stood up from your chair as you finished your last set of notes. Alejandro felt your presence leave almost immediately as he got up too. His eyes looked tired as a smile grew on his face to see you wide awake. He scooped you up as he brought you to the balcony of the apartment, seeing the view of Barcelona from above. The lights illuminated against his huge brown eyes as they looked like shiny orbs staring into you. He was so beautiful not to look at.
“Im so lucky to have you bebé, i love you soooo much”
“I love you more” you say
He kissed you on the nose as both of you watched the cozy night lights of Barcelona. <33
A/N shorter blurb bc i didnt feel like writing too much </3 hope u enjoyed :))
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kiiwiigii · 7 months
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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. ii
Pt. One | Three | Outtake
Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader
Summary: Your relationship with Alec was going smoothly, until Victoria's army comes for your sister.
Warnings:
Mild language
I'm a sucker for angst
Word Count: 1,798
A/N: Part 1 was originally just supposed to be a oneshot, but here I am. Enjoy! Pssst @rosedpetal and @badass-daisy-22 your wish is my command. ;)
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He was laying on his bed, dressed more casually than I had ever seen him, in a simple white t-shirt and pajama bottoms, a book in hand. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the book was on ancient Greek myths, something that I was quite interested in and even planned to study in college.
His dark chocolate colored hair was splayed out across his pillow and I itched to touch it. Well, I really itched to touch all of him, but that was neither here nor there. I had a weird obsession with his hair. And his face. In particular his eyes and especially his lips. I grinned to myself, content just to watch with my being so far away.
Visions like this were rare, few and far in between.
I supposed it was kind of creepy, but in my defense I didn't really have control of these visions, especially since they happened while I was sleeping.
I could already feel the nudge of wakefulness pulling at me. I tried my best to burrow down deeper into sleep, but resistance was futile, and I found myself opening my eyes to see the ceiling of my bedroom back home in Forks, Washington.
I rolled over with a deep sigh. I would give anything to be in Volterra with Alec. Sadly I had a little bit longer to wait. Reaching for my phone I checked my messages and grinned to see a text from him.
'Missing you.'
Alec wasn't one for talking on the phone, he preferred to text, and almost always left me a good morning message to wake up to. Most days it was the highlight of my day.
I pressed the call button and he picked up before the second ring even made a sound.
"Good morning, tesoro."
"Good morning, love." I smiled, burrowing deeper into my covers.
I really just needed to hear his voice this morning.
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"Y/N?"
It was Bella, her arm wrapped around my shoulders.
"Hey, sis." I gave her a hug, resting my forehead against her.
"Everything's gonna be ok."
"I know." I sighed. "Let's just get today over with. Grab that diploma and skedaddle."
Bella would definitely have to repeat high school at some point and I counted my lucky stars that I was not in her shoes in that regard. Or any other regard. My sister was a fucking danger magnet and the whole Victoria shit was just a big red neon sign that proved it.
There was a knock at the door and Bella opened it to see Alice. The vampire was bouncing on the tips of her toes already, and the gleam in her eyes scared me. Maybe if I let Bella go first then I could make my escape-
"I'd take Y/N first. She's planning on making a run for it."
Edward you twat. Where did you come from??
Edward just shot me a crooked grin as I glared at him from over my shoulder, Alice already dragging me up the stairs. With a sigh I sat on my bed like a good girl and let Alice do her thing. Thankfully I had already done my makeup, and Alice was content to give me some red lipstick for a pop of color.
"Alec will like it, promise." She gave me a wink and I swear I turned at least fifty shades of red.
"He's not even supposed to be here today. Do you know something I don't?" I eyed her skeptically, but the little bit of hope I was feeling was obvious.
She smiled at me sadly. "Sorry, Y/N. But speaking of lover-boy."
Alice turned to her bag and brought out a small ornate box, handing it to me with all the care in the world. From Alec?
I let my fingers curl around the box, admiring the designs carved into the dark colored wood. It was old, which was quite obvious, and while I had an inkling that it was a piece of jewelry, I was in no way prepared for when I opened the box. It was a small ruby pendant, about the size of my pinky nail, dangling from a golden chain. It had with a rough rectangular cut that rounded out a little at the bottom. I was immediately mesmerized, stroking the pendant in wonder.
It reminded me not just of blood, but of something else that I couldn't quite remember. It was then that I saw the note wedged into the top of the box. I unfolded it with shaking hands, overwhelmed and giddy.
For my Persephone. Congratulations. -A
My mouth popped open. Oh. Oh this boy was clever.
The ruby wasn't supposed to be blood, it was supposed to be a pomegranate seed. Like one of the seeds that Hades offered to Persephone. In the end, eating the pomegranate seeds forced her to return to the underworld to live half the year there with Hades. It was my favorite Greek myth, and I couldn't help but draw parallels between her story and my own. They were rather crooked parallels, but I wasn't too bothered by that.
I could feel the tears start to well up. I don't think I've ever received a gift that was so thoughtful.
"Oh hun. No. No." Alice was there beside me in a heartbeat, wiping the tears before they could fall.
"They're happy tears, Alice." I said with a small smile.
Well, not completely happy, I wished he was here of course. But I would be seeing him soon enough.
"I know. We don't wanna ruin your makeup. Let me help you put it on and we'll take a good portrait to send him, yeah?"
"Thanks, Alice. You're the best ever."
I only wished I had realized just how soon we would be seeing each other.
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'I am in so much trouble.'
My anxiety, paired with the adrenaline rush, was practically so high I was pretty sure it was orbiting the moon. Jasper was by my side, doing his best to soothe not just me, but poor little Bree Tanner.
"How bad is it gonna be, Alice?" I whispered to her, wringing my hands together and bouncing on the tips of my toes. "How much trouble am I in?"
"Relax." She soothed.
"So pretty fucking bad. Do I have time to run?"
I was this close to hyperventilating.
I wasn't even supposed to be here. Bella almost had my head when she saw me on the back Jacob's wolf form, poised and ready to help. With what I wasn’t entirely sure in that moment. I had come up with the harebrained scheme to help muddle Bella's scent with my own by switching the matching jackets we had received for Christmas years ago. Emmet had made the comment a while ago that our scents were pretty similar, so I just kind of ran with the idea. It had worked so well that even Edward hadn't seemed to notice when Bella had slipped on my jacket instead of her own. It had helped split the army at least. Having two humans with similar scents had sent them all mixed signals, so it had kind of worked.
Or so I was telling myself.
So here I was, exactly in a place where I wasn't supposed to be, and the Volturi would be arriving any minute. More specifically Alec and the other elite guards from what Alice had said. None of whom I've had the pleasure of meeting yet. Including his sister. This was like… meeting your significant other's family for the first time.
Well, this was gonna be one hell of a hello.
"They're coming." Alice's panicked voice did nothing to calm me down.
Jasper put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to help. "Try to relax, Y/N. It's not you he's going to angry with."
I simply nodded and fiddled with my necklace, the ruby seed feeling cold and smooth beneath my fingers. That helped a little as they appeared from the fog, and I found myself catching my breath when I saw Alec's silhouette emerge. He removed his hood and nearly froze when he caught sight of me. I gave him a small smile and a wave.
He let out a snarl that almost sent me hiding behind Jasper.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
"Y/N is safe." Carlisle soothed. "We never would have let anything happen to her."
"This is the second time your coven has dragged her into something dangerous." He hissed, voice low and deadly.
'Well, if we're gonna get technical about it Alec, we never would have met had it not been for that first time.'
Edward shot me a look.
What? It's not like I had said it out loud.
Wringing my hands, I stepped forward slightly before finally gathering the courage to approach him. He met me half way, gathering me into his arms. I let out a deep sigh of contentment as I buried my face in his jacket.
"I know you're angry." I whispered. "But I couldn't let something happen to Bella. They weren't even aware of what I was doing until it was too late. I'm sorry. For scaring you."
Alec said nothing for a long minute and I could feel the tension practically eating me alive.
"Alec." The red-eyed girl spoke, watching and taking us in.
Jane. His sister.
He simply nodded and left me standing there before returning to his position by her side. My heart dropped. He hadn't even bothered to say anything. I turned swiftly, blinking back tears. While I was sorry for scaring him, I refused to be sorry for my actions. Bella was my sister, and I would do what I could to help her. I stood a little behind Alice, staring at nothing and trying my best to turn off my emotions.
Jane spoke again. "Impressive. I have never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact."
"We were lucky." Carlisle answered.
"I doubt that."
I couldn't help the way my eyebrows shot up. Then I had to remind myself that this was Jane, and she had always proved exceptionally brutal in my visions. And this was no different, although it was Felix who did the dirty work this time. Bree was gone.
I didn't even blink at the end of it. I simply stood there, like a zombie when they finally disappeared. And Alec hadn't even said a word. The dam holding back the flood of tears finally broke.
'There goes my red-eyed boy.'
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hi!! can i request elysia, mei and fu hua reacting to the reader falling asleep on their shoulder if that's ok 🫶 thank you!!
HEYY!! AND TYSM FOR THE REQ, AND A HONKAI ONE TOO!! You didn't specify mei as a herrscher of thunder or the regular mei so i went with the herrscher one! hope you like this! (sorry if mei is kinda short </3)
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Pairings : Elysia, Mei, Fu hua x gn!reader
Type : Hcs
Warnings : n/a
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ELYSIA
• Miss Pink Elf enjoys hanging out with her s/o and is almost never seen not holding hands with you <3 (kalpas do be rolling his eyes behind his mask)
• Of course, she enjoys bringing you on a lot of adventurers so it isn't rare to say sometimes you get tired easily on the amount of adventurers Elysia takes you on but she doesn't mind at all!
• As you had gently laid your head on her shoulder, Elysia quickly took a glimpse of your soft snores and gently chuckled at your tiredness before patting your head and laying her head on top of yours.
• Before she realises it, Elysia found herself humming a song Eden had taught her. It was a love song though Ellie couldn't really remember the lyrics, she found herself humming it to you, her s/o <3 who she truly treasures with her whole heart!
• Even if she has no human origin, you still loved her even though she was a herrscher and you never saw her as a monster at all you treated her no different from a regular human which she really does appreciate! <3
• Elysia closed her eyes shortly after she stopped humming as you both interlocked hands, as your face slightly formed a smile as you felt Ellie's hand with yours.
RAIDEN MEI
• Both you and Mei were sparring for training, of course you weren't really a match for her but she decided to let you win for once as you knocked her katana out of her grasp.
• You were rather shocked at first but happy that you actually won against Mei! Both of you decided to take a rest.
• You were tired to say the least, you did kinda stay up to practise your sword art not wanting to be someone who mei has to worry all the time.
• Your eyes started to close and Mei felt slight weight on her shoulder as you had fallen asleep on her, she slightly jolted not really used to this much physical contact after all the only person she really received physical contact with was when she was with Kiana.
• She didn't know what to do, she wasn't one for affection often you had to show it first though she does show it back as well with a few hugs and compliments.
• Mei decided not to move at all and just analyse her katana in case for any scratches, though she was rather stunned when she heard you mumbled something in your sleep.
• "I know you lost on purpose.. Mei."
FU HUA
• Fu hua is someone known to be always serious, never once was she seen slacking off she would always be seen occupied with either her school work or meditating.
• The class monitor always knows how and when to react in situations, being one of people that Principal Theresa trusts the most.
• Or at least that's what you think, falling asleep on fu hua's shoulder you couldn't sense the stiff movements of the class monitor as she tries not to move as waking you up from your slumber is the last thing she wishes to do.
• The strict fu hua was gone, as your head gently laid on her shoulder she wasn't one to smile after all spending 50, 000+ years alone and losing so many people Fu hua doesn't focus much on her emotions yet meeting you she didn't know what she was thinking but her heart tells her that she should forever protect you from honkai and the world serpent.
• Fu hua was clearly hesitating to move your head to her lap to make you more comfortable, though after she does overcome her hesitation she wished she had moved your head sooner with how you immediately rubbed your head against her stomach made her feel butterflies, something she hasn't experienced before until she had met you.
• A small smile was present on Fu Hua's face as she glanced at your sleeping features, her smile was genuine and her eyes were soft as she wondered how in the world she even got a s/o like you!
• Kiana may or may not have interrupted your private time with Fu Hua because she needed Fu hua to tutor her because Mei was busy. Fu hua's smile disappeared as fast as it appeared.
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Read my rules before you request, have a good day! <3
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tinymoon-beam · 5 months
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For sugar bee, my fellow Spanish Swiss lover! I hope this offers you a little softness to think about 🩷🩷
@mac-and-thefox
Cw: tiny Dew, arguing in the background, possible quintessence use discussed but not used, cg Swiss, brief cg Rain
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Dewdrop had been having a rough few hours. He'd been scared down deep in his mind and no matter what anyone did he just wasn't pulling out of it.
Aether was ready to step in but Rain had kept him back, desperate to try to respect Dew's wishes of not having anyone poke around in his mind, but even he was wavering and his resolve was slipping. If he didn't come out soon...
Dew cried himself silent, broken little breaths, hitching in his heaving chest. His eyes were blank and his cheeks were as red as little flames.
He wasn't sure he could really do anything but Swiss knew he had to at least try, he couldn't sit back and watch him suffer while everyone argued back and forth over whether Aether should slip into his mind or not.
Swiss wanders over to where the little ghoul lays on the couch, eyes failing to track as he bends to scoop him up. Swiss cradles him tight to his chest and moves to the rocking chair beside the window, the setting sun making the room feel almost dreamy.
He grabs the knitted blanket from the back of the chair and swaddles Dew up tight, his eyes going wide at first, afraid of being trapped but quickly relaxing under the pressure of the blanket and Swiss' arms.
He finds one of his soothers near by, grateful that the little ghoul spits them out in random places, leaving them readily available.
Swiss sits and adjusts Dew comfortably in his arms, pushing his hair away from his eyes and smiling softly down at him.
"What do you think? Will my singing spook you out of your head? Maybe it'll be bad enough to snap you out just to shut me up, hm?"
He starts rocking slowly, making sure Dew's good ear is pressed to his chest before he starts singing. He hears Rain hiss somewhere behind them, snapping at Aether most likely but he ignores them, turning his attention to Dewdrop.
"La luna vino a preguntar
Si estás dormido
Para poderte iluminar
Y soñar contigo"
He trails his finger across Dew's brows as he sings, gently tracing the lines of his face until they soften under his touch.
"En su collar de bellas estrellas
Te va a dejar jugar"
He wants to cheer when Dew blinks slowly but he doesn't, he doesn't let his voice shake as he continues singing.
"La luna te viene a buscar
Si estás dormido"
His big hand cups Dew's cheek when he finishes the song. He squirms in his arms, whining and Swiss laughs quietly.
"Ok, I've got more, don't you worry, firefly." He glances over his shoulder finding the others still arguing and he rolls his eyes.
"Duerme ya, dulce bien
Mi capullo de nardo.
Despacito duérmete
como la abeja en la flor."
He leans down and kisses Dew's forehead, heart relaxing when Dew's eyes slowly slip shut.
"Duerme ya, dulce bien
Duerme ya, dulce amor
Dulces sueños tendrás
al oir mi canción."
Swiss smiles to himself when Dew drifts off, face soft as he sleeps against Swiss' chest. He stays in the chair, rocking him as the sun slips beneath the horizon and the moon slowly rises into its place in the sky.
"Swiss?" Rain speaks from his side, voice quiet and his hand hovers in the air over Dewdrop.
"I've got him."
Rain presses a kiss to Swiss' cheek, his hand resting on Dew's chest, his eyes going soft at the steady beat of his heart, no longer racing and frantic.
"Thank you, wisp..."
Swiss smiles crookedly at him, putting his hand on top of Rain's as he starts to sing again.
"Arrorró mi niño,
arrorró mi sol,
arrorró pedazo
de mi corazón..."
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quitealotofsodapop · 1 month
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So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.
And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.
And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”
Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged
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Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.
I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.
And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.
So the idea:
Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.
"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.
So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.
In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.
After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.
Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.
Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?
At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.
Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?"
MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y."
(*a few tests later*)
Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem."
MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?"
Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators."
MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?"
Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant."
MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"
Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.
He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!
MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!
Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.
Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.
MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.
Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.
His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.
Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.
Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.
Pls add on what you think so far! :3
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lovetohate001 · 2 years
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ok hear me out reader is with her bf and vecna gets jealous and proves hes better than readers bf 🗿
I Can Do Better
Vecna x Female! Reader | HORROR, R-rated for sexual content
CW: Spoilers for Season 4 Vol. 1, has themes of horror that may be grotesque for some readers
word count: 2k
AN: This was something a LOT of readers requested, and I am happy to say that I have DELIVERED. This scared me a small bit, I wont lie. But I enjoy the horror side to Vecna’s fics. I hope you enjoy this one!
© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.
 You had been hearing things in your sleep for a while now. Sometimes you heard echoes skitter across your bathroom walls at night. You swore you saw spiders in the corner of your eye. But every time you whirled around, there would be nothing there but the clean white tiles of the walls glaring back at you.
Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror.
“You are going to go back in there, and you are going to enjoy it.” You told yourself this every time your boyfriend, Jesse, came over.
He just wasn’t…skilled? Was that even how you could describe it? You shook your head. Maybe this time it would be different. You were stressed. Work had left you exhausted at the end of every day. That could be why. It had to be.
“Hey,” Jesse smiled up at you from his place on your couch as you cozied up next to him.
Your heart fluttered in your chest at how adorable he looked. His dusty blond hair was tousled, curls and all falling into his eyes. A sweater essentially swallowed him whole, along with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. This was a sight you wished you could come home to more often. If the two of you could just not be so busy with work…
“You need to relax,” Jesse huffed, letting you sit cross legged between his own legs so he could massage your shoulders. “You are so tense, angel.”
“That feels good,” you sighed, letting your eyes close.
The drone of voices on the TV blended in with Jesse’s voice as he started to ramble on about his day. His fingers kneaded almost sensually into your sore muscles. You groaned and let your head fall forward. It just felt so fucking good.
“Are you enjoying yourself, baby?” Jesse chuckled, continuing his ministrations.
One of his hands roamed underneath your shirt to knead the soft flesh of your lower back. His hands were freezing.
“Your hands are cold,” you complained, wriggling away from his touch.
“No, they aren’t,” he frowned and pressed a hand to your neck. Sure enough, his hands were warm against your skin. “It must’ve been a draft.”
“Yeah…” you couldn’t help the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. Had it really just been a breeze?
You shook off the feeling and closed your eyes again, leaning your head forward again as he continued where he’d left off. His hands made they way from your shoulders, down your arms, to your sides, and rested on your hips.
“Lie down for me, will you?” he whispered softly into your ear, a sly grin on his face.
“Anything for you, my love,” you said, a cheeky smile gracing your lips as he gently pushed you down to lie on your stomach.
“It’s the least I can do for you. This week hit pretty hard, huh?” His fingers pressed into the muscles across your shoulder blades, slowly inching down to the small of your back, and around your waist, gently squeezing your sides with enough pressure for you to let out a small moan.
“What was that?” You could practically hear the smug smile on Jesse’s face as he leaned in to give the crook of your neck a soft kiss.
You didn’t bother saying anything back, just shaking your head, allowing him to inch your shirt up and pepper kisses along your back.
“Oh.” You gasped, from what Jesse thought was him, when it was really those cold hands reaching underneath you, fingers like ice digging into your hip bones.
Jesse took this as a green light. Warm arms wrapped around you to turn you over, leaving you caged underneath him. You took a deep breath and met his eyes, allowing the golden brown of his eyes to soothe your anxiety.
Those cold hands ran down the sides of your ribcage, and you made a move to sling your arms around Jesse’s neck. Jesse is real, you told yourself. This is real.
Warm lips met yours and you sighed into the kiss, letting it melt all your worries away. A hand made it way down, fingers trailing and brushing against your clothed centre. You gasped into the kiss and allowed him to take your bottom lip between his teeth, revelling at the gentle sting.
The rustle of fabric, a bra clasp undone, and the tips of calloused fingers softly grazing over the peak of your breasts. Another pair of hands, cold, cold, cold, squeezed your hips at the same time Jesse squeezed your breasts. You keened at the different touches, not being able to stop the breathless whimper that escaped your lips.
See? I can do so much better…
Something was very wrong.
“Are you feeling good for me?” Jesse murmured against your ear, voice breathless and ragged.
A cold kiss trailed up your neck, nipping at your jaw.
You’ve behaved so well, haven’t you? the cold fingers raked down your throat.
You let out a stuttered moan and brought a hand up to your neck. Your skin was cold.
“Hey…are you alright?” Jesse looked down at you with worry in his eyes.
“Um…” you broke away from his gaze and took a deep breath, stilling your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a bit cold?”
“Oh, I can get a bl-” He started getting off of you to stand up.
“No, no,” you put a hand on his chest and sat up yourself. “It’s okay. Let’s get some dinner fixed, okay?”
With the mood killed to all hell and back, Jesse spent the next two hours helping prepare dinner and staying to watch TV for a while. You’d made it up to him by opening one of your bottles of White Zinfandel sweet rose.
“Goodnight, my beautiful lady.” Jesse gave you the tightest hug imaginable, swaying as he let go to walk down the porch steps.
“Get home safe please!” you called after him. “And drive slowly.”
“Yes ma’am.” Your boyfriend saluted to you, a blush on his cheeks as he got in his car.
You waited for his car to round the corner before going back in, the autumn chill making you rub your hands over your arms.
“That wasn’t so bad,” you said to yourself, switching lights off as you walked to your room, wine bottle and glass in hand. It was less than half full anyways, so why not finish it? It was Friday after all.
Three glasses later, you were on your bed, eyes half closed as music played softly from the TV. You hadn’t bothered to switch it off.
Sooner or later, you found yourself half asleep, blanket half draped over your body. You shivered and pulled the blanket up to your chest.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock didn’t wake you up. You didn’t even own a clock. Yet, there it was. The soft chime. You glanced over at your alarm clock. You couldn’t see the time. You were dreaming.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
“Hello?” you dared to call out, your voice thick from sleep.
Your head pounded. You squeezed your eyes closed for a while; a hand pressed to your forehead. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that rose. It was sweet. It always gave you a headache.
Aren’t you scared?
This voice wasn’t one you had heard before. It was sweet. Far from the scratchy, harsh voice you often heard, that sent chills up your spine and made you want to flee. It almost sounded kind.
“I’m not scared,” you answered into the dark. Your lamp was the only light in your room, and the TV still played on in your living room.
You should be.
Your lamp flickered. The TV hissed with static. Breath caught in your throat, you wrapped your blanket fully around you, like a child scared of a monster under their bed.
“Why should I be scared?”
“And here I thought I was doing so well.”
You whirled around, and almost fell over the side of your bed with how quickly you stood up.
“Sorry to startle you,” the man on the other side of your bed - currently sitting down on the other side of your bed – said very politely. A far cry from the threatening demeanour of his entrance.
“Are you some kind of stalker?” you questioned him. “I heard about the wild animal in town. All around Hawkins. Maybe that was you?”
“What an odd question to ask.” He looked impressed, but for the most part, offended.
“Are you the one that’s been talking to me in my sleep every night?” this situation was so absurd that you didn’t even feel that ashamed to ask, even though you felt your cheeks heat up despite your bravado.
“Now that was what I was hoping you’d ask.”
With the slight lean of his head to the side, you were pushed, by some sort of force, to sit down on your bed again. involuntarily, you felt yourself being pulled over to sit a few inches away from the man, your back against the headboard.
His hair was blond. Almost to the point of being pale. Ghostly. Yet somehow, he was…handsome.
“I don’t want you to be afraid,” he murmured, blue eyes meeting yours.
Your heart seemed to return to its normal pace. His hand softly came up to cup your face. You flinched at the cold.
“I’ve been in your dreams for weeks now…just like this…” he let go of your face and took your chin in his fingers, turning your face to the side.
Your neck bared to him, his lips touched your skin as he spoke.
“I knew you could feel me touch you while Jesse was here. Did you like that?”
“It scared me,” you got out, breath hitching when he nipped at your throat, leaving cold kisses down to your collarbone.
“Is that so?”
His one hand kept your face away from him, his other trailing up your side, skimming over your ribcage, under your pyjama shirt and reaching up to squeeze your breast. His teeth bit over the peak of your other breast over your clothing.
A soft whimper left you. Conscious of how fast your heart was beating – from fear or desire, you couldn’t begin to decipher – you inched up the headboard, giving him the space to lift your shirt up and splay his hands on either side of your ribcage.
“Why me?” you held your breath as he met your gaze, his face inches from yours.
“Because you never yielded,” he hissed into your ear, cupping your heat, palm pressing down hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you.
“I tried for weeks. Testing you. Scaring you…” he nipped at your ear. “But the more I tried, the more you resisted. We are alike that way, you and I.”
You didn’t say anything back. Couldn’t really, as his cold lips pressed against yours. Almost tenderly. Though you knew no affection dwelled in those eyes of his.
“But tonight is the last.” Cold fingers slid your shorts aside and pressed against your entrance. “This little game of ours is over.”
You woke up with a start.
The sun was up. You heard birds outside. The rustle of leaves.
You sat up, immediately regretting it as a headache pounded behind your eyes. When you got up, a wind blew through, kissing your bare skin. The windows weren’t open.
When you climbed into the shower, you swore you felt hands run down your spine. But you shook it off.
It had all been a dream…right?
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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year
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Can i request a part 2 of lost in time with luxiem where Reader do something to reunite with their s/o. I don't see reader not doing anything? You don't have to do this.
lost in time with luxiem, pt. 2
↢ part 1 here.
hello happy valentines everyone i hope you’ve shown your love to the people you care about including nonromantic ones. if you have a partner go get them flowers. even if they’re a man. especially if they’re a man. trust me on this one
it’s canon in this series now. while luxiem was off being all emo and whatever reader was actually pulling their weight. what a genderboss
tags: comfort no hurt, ok well there’s a little bit of hurt but it’s fluffy, angst with a happy ending, gender neutral reader
⚠️ drinking in luca’s entry
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
🖋 Ike Eveland
Ike lives in periods of forgetfulness and remembrance, pooled together like blended watercolors. He lives to forget where he lives. His memories of the past scramble with the present as he loses himself in his writing, and at the worst of times he has to tell himself the voice of Reader is mental. They aren’t here. They could never be here.
Time passed. Some of his short stories were being published in magazines. One of the magazine editors, he was told, loved Ike’s image. “A mysterious, moody dark horse that reflects his themes of solitude,” they called him. He had to give it to them; their pitch for the image of the novelist Ike Eveland was tantalizing, but just as unreachable as Tantalus himself. 
After all, he blinks and for a moment he can see the flowering fields of his homeland, the streets in sepia, candy colors on his wall and the aurora borealis heralding his origin. The rolling sky, and from the corner of his eyesight the edge of your hand pointing out a cloud. A resting body bundled in blankets like snow. Sun rays on a face turned golden, they’re simply so radiant everything they touch becomes priceless. 
Ike catches himself calling your name more than he’d like to admit.
But he carries on, unfortunate as he may be. He takes care of himself, because if he’s going to hear your voice no matter where he goes, the least he can do is pretend you’d be disappointed if he wasn’t getting enough sleep, food, water… 
He returns to his desk the second he finishes a late-night snack, and freezes the second he sees an envelope square in the middle of his desk. In the center of the envelope he reads his name. Underneath it is yours.
His desperateness is seconded only by his caution. He takes his time opening the letter with as little damage as possible but can’t read fast enough.
To beloved Ike Eveland,
This is Reader. I wish I had the room to tell you everything in this letter, but I simply can’t. I’ll keep it as short as possible. I learned what caused you to blink out of existence. There’s a force of nature- really, a freak of nature that causes the force. I haven’t been able to identify it. What little I can see of it is searing. 
This isn’t about me, though. I found a way to manipulate the freak-force, I think. Keep this letter, but make sure the envelope I sent you is in usable condition. Remove my letter from the envelope. It’s hexed. Now write me another letter. I should be able to receive it. Tell me everything you can fit about where you are. Address, country. What your home looks like. I need a location and visualization. Then when you’re done place your letter within the envelope. The seal should still work as if it had never been used before. Seal it tightly. Then fall asleep, as soon as you can. Don’t move the envelope anywhere other than where you found it. I suggest sending your letter right before you go to bed. Dreams are the freak-force’s transportation, and it’ll give us the best chance possible. 
I don’t know how long I have nor how long this will take but it’s all I have. I don’t think I could bear it if you never came home.I’ll fill the rest of the page with this: I love you eternally. If this doesn’t work then I pray you know I will always think of you no matter our distance. Please be safe. I need you safe.
With diligence and love, your Reader.
Ike stops everything he planned on doing, grabs a sheet of blank paper, and writes. He has to get up a few times to check his location for sure (he’s a shut-in, and only now is he realizing it may bite him in the butt) but before long the paper is covered in all he knows about the gray world outside of his letter. 
When he’s done, he holds the envelope in his hands and inspects it carefully. It’s normal at first glance, but now that he focuses on it, he notices small circular grooves in the paper, similar to the grain on a regular parchment. There is a slight color change from one corner to the other, cream to eggshell. And sure enough, the glue on the edge of the envelope is perfectly intact.
It’s a late hour already. Ike finishes getting ready for bed before he folds his letter, gingerly places it within the hexed envelope, and seals it. He sets it in the center of his desk, just as how he found it, and hurries off to bed. Whatever you’re planning, the last thing he wants to do is be the reason it fails. 
Ike falls asleep before the anticipation threatens to keep him awake.
Ike wakes slowly, and his vision returns even slower. The world blurs together like he opened his eyes underwater. 
Someone calls his name. “Ike!”
And just like that he surfaces. He fights to regain his vision, and when he meets your eyes it’s like a breath of air after drowning. 
You call out his name again. “Ike, are you awake?”
Your voice is an oasis in a desert, and it attaches to a heavenly face when his eyesight clears. You lean over his body as he stirs, and the sun is covered by your head. An arc of light accompanies your visage.
“Reader,” he says, so slow and quiet he can barely believe it. “You’re beautiful.”
The kiss you share makes up for lost time. Your hands support his head, so gentle as not to hurt him but keep him steady against your lips as he lays. Even when it turns passionate, he’s still so tender with you. You treat him as a diamond: one of the strongest of his kind, yet you still hold him like a precious treasure even when you part. 
“How did you find me?” Ike asks, and sits up. He’s laying in a field dotted with wildflowers and trees, and you sit next to him. The sun crosses against your skin.
You grant him a pained smile. “I’m not entirely sure. I don’t think I ever want to be sure. There’s a lot of things in this universe us humans don’t have the ability to process correctly.” You turn around and raise your shirt. 
Underneath the fabric on your back are tiny markings that make up an entire illustration. When Ike focuses on the details he can identify wave patterns, astrological signs, and what looks like tentacles weaving through your skin in black ink that shimmers deep teal in the sunlight, completely unlike any tattoo he’s ever seen before. 
Looking at the illustration as a whole is maddening. Ike trails a finger lightly against the patterns on your spine, a jumble of tendrils and tentacles reaching along the bone. 
You continue as Ike takes in the illustration on your body. “That freak of nature I was talking about in my letter? It marked me. I think this means I’ll be one of its vessels when it awakens, but I doubt it will during my lifetime. It’s sentient, but unaware. Sleeping, I think. I don’t remember a lot about how I came into contact with it, but it connects different worlds and times together in its dreams.” You lower your shirt and look back into Ike’s eyes, and he notices that even your own eyes have a shimmery teal hue to them now. “I spent as much time as I could learning how it worked, and before I knew it one day I woke up with that tattoo seared into my back and so much knowledge about how it works, it makes my head spin if I think about it too long. When I started to get tired that night, I simply just knew I should write you a letter, and on my bed was an envelope I’d never seen before.”
“That was hexed, wasn’t it?”
“Exactly. I think in the freak’s dreams, it manifested you out of our current time, the one we’re in right now. So the letter helped me manifest you right back.” You tapped your head. “You did what I asked. I never received your letter back, but something in my brain generated an address, and a time, and what it was like to be you in your new time. I focused in on it as hard as I could, and, well.” You looked out to the field. It was far away from the town, but Ike recognized it as his home. A gentle breeze swept through the air. “Here we are.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Ike’s hand brushed against your own, and you intertwined his fingers with yours. “You’re amazing, Reader.”
“I doubt it. A dive into some unknowable force will do that to you, no matter who you are, and I’m afraid I get nightmares now. Horrible ones I can’t even recall.”
“Then you’re amazing and courageous. It must’ve taken a lot of strength to even withstand whatever it was, and the fact that you’re here just proves it.” He squeezes your hand. “I’m honored to say I love you. I’m honored to have even met you.”
“I love you too,” you say. “Eternally, no matter what may become of me. Now, let’s get you home.”
“We can stay here.” The sun rests along Ike’s face, and the shadows of trees makes the light look like sprinkles along his cheeks. “I just want to appreciate that I’m here. With you.”
You rest your head on his shoulder. “With you, that’s all,” he repeats. His head rests upon yours, and for the first time in the months he’s been torn away from you Ike is at peace. 
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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro
The day after Luca saves that woman from the thugs, he goes to the club again. 
Unfortunately she’s just as much of a regular as he is, and he sees the top of her head on the dance floor while he gets his drinks in. She waves him over. He averts his eyes. 
The woman is headstrong, though, and when he ignores her she moves across the bodies and plops herself on the barstool next to him. She sits with her arms on the bar and looks out to the party like she owns the world. 
“Some heroic behavior, ignoring a fair maiden like that,” she snarks. She calls to the bartender. “Two strawberry margaritas for my friend and I! On my tab.”
“I don’t drink margaritas,” Luca says.
“You do now.” The woman isn’t as plastered as she was that night, but seems intent on changing that, and when the bartender slides them their drinks she raises it. “To whatever you’re searching for.”
He obliges. The woman gulps down as much as she can in one breath while Luca takes a tentative sip. The lime and salt startle him. It’s fresher than his usual beers, and far tastier. He drinks more.
“So what are you searching for?” She asks.
“I don’t know what your deal is.”
“You know what I mean.” Everything about her gives Luca the impression he should just just dismiss her whole spiel as drunk ramblings but she’s too sober for that, and even though he tries to ignore it the answer is clear as day.
But she keeps talking, completely ignoring the vibe Luca keeps giving out. “You are sooo emo. Like, what’s the point of going to a club if you’re just going to sit and drink beer of all things. Tastes like piss! You’re young. Have fun with yourself. Go dance, get a marg.”
“I’m not all that into dancing.”
“Oh, so you like watching. Gotcha. Perv.”
Luca puffs up in protest. “I am not a perv!”
“Yaaaay, a reaction!” The woman throws up her hands in a cheer. “So you got broken up with, huh?”
“I did not.” He tries to state it like it’s nothing, but his voice patters out, and he’s sure the woman can’t hear over the music. He’s certain nothing was the matter in his relationship, but he’s taking the separation hard. He wonders if you got over him. He hopes not. Clearly he hasn’t gotten over you.
Luca goes in on the margarita. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over you.
“You look out at the floor all longingly but whenever someone hits on you, you chicken out. That’s okay. You’ll find someone new soon enough. Plenty of fish in the sea. Any time now your balls will drop and you’ll order a drink for some sap on the floor,” the woman says. “You always miss ‘em until you remember the sex wasn’t all that.”
“It isn’t about that,” Luca growls. His temper rises to heat. “It’s about-”
He cuts himself off. The woman implores him to keep talking, but he shuts up before he can let the whole time-travel thing slip. Margaritas were made with tequila, weren’t they? He’s screwed. 
In a moment of weakness Luca looks for anything to serve as a subject change. He realizes that in one hand the woman holds a piece of paper smaller than her hand. “What’s that?”
“A cute guy’s number,” she deadpans. When she doesn’t get a laugh, she relents. “Kidding. You remember the night you…”
She trails off. She has a glassy look in her eye, and the first time that night the woman actually seems uncomfortable. 
Maybe that’s not the word, Luca thinks. ‘Pensive’ might be a better fit. 
“...When we met,” she decides on. “And I took a taxi. I barely remember anything but when the taxi arrived to my place, there was this freaky driver. They gave me this card and told me to give it to one Luca Kaneshiro.”
She produces the business card on the surface of the bar, and when he reads the name emblazoned his blood goes cold.
In a blink of an eye, Luca grabs the woman’s head and drags her ear to to his mouth. He whispers under the howling music. “You’re going to answer my questions honestly or else.”
“That’s hot,” the woman whispers back.
“What did the driver look like?”
“Total weirdo. When I entered the car it was just a normal guy. Can’t remember the face, it blurs together. I took a nap and when I got to my place they had this lion mask on.”
“The name on this card. What does it mean to you?”
“Nothing? I just thought it was a lawyer. Or a cult.”
Luca turns her head to look straight at him. Her cheeks are cupped between his hands. “Their name is Reader.” 
He searches for a reaction, but unfortunately she keeps the same expression even when he says the name aloud. “I know I said I wasn’t interested, but if you keep this up I’m going to get excited.”
Luca lets go and fishes out a bill from his wallet. He figures it’s enough for the margarita. A tiny part of him wishes he had the time to take in more of the drink, but that business card snapped enough sense into him to shake off some of the buzz. “You’re useless.”
He snatches the card from the bar. She sputters. “Hey! That’s not for you!”
“It is, actually.” He taps the Kaneshiro name emblazoned on the card. “These are my boys.”
“You’re Luca?” The woman watches him as he stands up. “Cool name! For an asshole! You’re an asshole, Luca!”
“Thank you for the information. I wish you well.”
“And you’re righteous, too? God, I know how to pick ‘em. Some fucking hero!” She turns around in her stool. “Fine, okay, just brush me off. Some fucking hero.”
She knows how to get under Luca’s skin, but he stares at the card as he leaves the club, transfixed. In neat gold font is Reader Kaneshiro, front and center.
He starts off the route home, already planning out what to do with this, when a taxi pulls up and parks next to him. The window lowers. Luca doesn’t make eye contact, because how you do you see through someone wearing a lion mask?
It’s simple: you don’t. Luca designed these masks for his mafia to use expressly for that purpose.
“Get in, Boss.” The car lock clicks open. “The underboss wants to see you.”
Like a well-oiled machine Luca opens the door.
“How are you here?” Luca asks.
“Science mumbo-jumbo,” the grunt says. As soon as Luca straps himself in he floors it. The grunt curves down the road into some back streets. “But for what it’s worth, it’s good to see you in the flesh again, Boss.”
The taxi stops in front of an arcade. The grunt opens the door for Luca, and he guides the Boss through the halls. As they walk, Luca realizes the entire building is clear of machines and utterly abandoned, save for more goons in lion masks. They stand before him in reverence, even more so than when he was in control of his past. He overhears one whisper to another, “Oh, snap.”
His driver leads him to the back of the building and to a door labeled Employees Only. 
“The underboss is waiting for you in there,” he said. “Go in by yourself. And be nice to them, will you, Boss? They’ve waited long enough already.”
Luca nods, and the grunt departs as Luca pushes open the door.
On the other side, a figure in silvery vintage clothes awaits. You sit on a counter, looking as uninterested as ever, until you catch a look of the face that enters and time stops.
You pounce off the counter and into Luca’s arms the second you see him. “Boss! Luca!”
You feel you feet lift off the ground as Luca returns the hug, so tight you can barely breathe, but the pressure is a gift. You laugh as he practically spins in a circle and swings you along with him. “Luca, I can barely believe it! I mean, all the signs pointed to yes, but it’s you!”
“I missed you!” He places you down so he can land a kiss against your smile. “I missed you so, so much!” He punctuates his words with even more kisses across every inch of your face. One on your forehead, one on your nose, one on your cheek, and so many more you lose count until another on your lips. “Reader, how is this possible? You’re sixty years in the past!”
“Sit down. There’s a lot to explain, but I’ll try to keep it simple.” When he does, you place yourself in his lap and wrap your arms around his body. You’ve spent so much time trying to find him, the skinship acts as a constant reminder of your success. “When you disappeared, I became the defacto leader as the underboss, and prevented inheriting your title of leader as much as I could while our boys investigated. Then when rumors started flying around that you jumped through time, we just couldn’t buy it. So we captured one of the leading voices in quantum physics. He’s a revolutionary.”
“You captured a revolutionary scientist?”
“Yeah. We went to Deezneyworld.” You produced a photo out of your pocket. You, a chunk of macho subordinates, and one very out-of-place scientist all posed at the gates of the Kaneshiro family’s money laundering front, an amusement park. Everyone wore happy smiles and lion-ear headbands from the gift shops, including the scientist. “He’s a brother to us now. But anyways, his research was paramount to learning where you went, and how to recreate the phenomenon. It’s really nerdy. Gets confusing. But once he confirmed his theories, I deployed myself and a small squad of scouts into the future, and turned the city upside down looking for you.
“We figured you might’ve run off to the red-light district or some club scenes, where pretty much any mafia gets their start. Figured you’d start schmoozing with a bunch of drunks. Not so sure about that, but then we saw on the news last night about some brutal mugging gone wrong on the side of the muggers, and one of the cubs heard something from a drunkard about a hero in an vintage pinstripe suit and fur coat that saved her. The cub sent her off on her way to find Luca Kaneshiro, and some others started staking out the club she came from.” You smirk in satisfaction, and press a kiss to his jawline. “Totally unconventional mission statement, but I did pretty good for an underboss, huh?”
“I love you so much,” Luca says. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for.”
“It’s a privilege working with you, Luca. I’d do it again and again if it means we run the world together, never separate.” You bury your face into the crook of his neck. His fur coat and blond hair tickles your face. Oh, you missed this feeling. Luca is so warm, and now that you’re in his arms once again it’s like a long winter returning to spring after months of no sun. “I love you too.”
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🦊 Mysta Rias
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, yet Mysta works himself into circles. How else could he manage? He knows he will never have all the answers in the world. It’s a foolish pursuit to make knowledge a trade and all you have. It makes you jaded and sour, without any wonder for the world itself. Even as a detective on the case for the truth, he keeps things out of his reach and likes it that way. Leave yourself unanswered questions, after all, and you’ll always have something indefinite to inspire you.
He believed this wholeheartedly, and when he’s not on the clock at his private investigation office he tried to practice what he spent years preaching. His efforts have failed. Even during business hours, if he just so happens to blink a certain way it reminds Mysta of how the ground melted into a spiral before him and swallowed him whole, only to spit him out in the future without a single thread connecting back to his home.
It just doesn’t make any sense. On days when he’s itching for a distraction he even reads and watches fantasy and sci-fi stories, just to see how the characters manage the time they find themselves in. Then he converts their logic to his predicament, and expects it all to change back as it once was- but it never does, and Mysta can never let go of his reason in an unreasonable situation.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, yet Mysta always picks his cold case back up. I missed something, he assures himself, without a shred of evidence to affirm the suspicion. He retraces the steps and sniffs out the clues once again, with a different perspective than the one he had last. 
None of them work out. A man can have any perspective at all, but in the end, Detective Mysta Rias was thrown out of his world and into a new one sixty years in the future. Reason alone cannot explain it, nor clarify, nor aid. The absurd is absurd. You cannot think outside the box when the box is within a cube. His head hurts just thinking of that analogy.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, yet when Mysta tries to remember the events of that day nothing grants him peace of mind. All his thoughts fall into a lump of tangled spaghetti, and he’s starting to understand Einstein’s words. 
It was normal in the way that he defined normal. He woke up Friday morning with his partner, Reader, right beside him in bed like normal. Went to work at his detective agency in the late morning while Reader stayed behind on their day off and planned to do some errands like normal. No major field work, only papers to be filed and officers to call, like normal, and he clocked out at night, just like normal. 
The next part is where it starts to get weird. While walking home from the agency, he saw a man in a gaudy fur coat steal a purse, and gave chase. This is one of those things that others would call “exciting,” but considering his line of work it’s just another day- and he dreads to say this- like normal. By the time he cornered the thief, Mysta’s blue eyes furrowed under his brow right before widening as his feet lifted off the ground and sent him into a rip in the air like a galaxy.
Then he was in 2022, which is decidedly not normal. He’s revisited this moment thousands of times. The thief went unidentified with the future’s resources, and the alleyway he thinks he visited right before his time travel stint provided no clues. He’s no astronomer, and even if he was, he didn’t get a good enough look at the galaxy unfolding before he fell into the future. Mysta detests this. There just has to be something he’s missing from that day, but without the tools to recreate it nor investigate professionally, he’s a sitting duck.
Except for the fact that for the first time in his life, he has a question that needs to be answered at all costs, and he hates being a sitting duck when he’s itching to figure it out. It’s a cycle that snowballs.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, yet Mysta always expects a face he’ll never see in this time whenever someone knocks at the door. It’s usually a mailman or a deliveryperson, but the want is still there.
It would be so much easier if it was Reader on the other side, and they admitted that they forgot their keys and locked themselves out. That was uncommon, but not unheard of ever since you moved in together. Or Reader at the door ready to pick him up for a date, as you did before then. Or even earlier than that, Reader at the door with a bouquet and a determined blush, like that evening when workplace crushes turned into a relationship.
Mysta is so lost in what could be that he forgets what is, until the person on the other side of the door knocks again. The dream is on pause, and grumpily, he opens the door.
Huh. Reader is on the other side. That’s a surprise.
Mysta blinks, stone-faced. Then again, and once more to set it it that, no, this isn’t a cruel delusion. That’s his partner, in the flesh, right before his very eyes, after so much time pursuing this moment.
Mysta throws himself at you in a tight embrace. You nearly lose your balance when his arms clutch around you. He doesn’t say a word, and you can’t see his face while you’re pressed up against his chest, but he holds you with such force that his desperation spreads to you. It’s been a long investigation, trying to locate his whereabouts across your home sixty years ago to a future you never should’ve entered, and all the relief pours out of you as you return his embrace. Mysta’s arms are your resting place.
You curl around and whisper in his ear. “Let’s get inside. I want to tell you everything.”
It’s almost like nothing has changed. You don’t waste time on pleasantries, because the stretch of time you spent separated from your partner was like living through a wreck. You and Mysta do things in your own language, in your own way, and it’s always been a source of pride that you’ve always been on the same page as him without having to overcomplicate things. 
Mysta doesn’t remove himself from you as you sit on the couch. Instead, he shifts himself to one side and holds your arm while you get situated, then places himself behind you on the couch. His lap is your pillow. “I’m afraid that if I stop touching you then we’ll be separated again,” he admits. “I don’t want to let go.”
“Then don’t.” While one of his hands traces patterns along your shoulder, you take the other and kiss the back of his palm. Mysta’s heart flutters alive, and the feeling is so foreign to him over these last few months, he wonders if he’s experiencing his last moments. 
“Your missing persons case was a weird one. Law enforcement was at a loss, and so was I,” you say. You fall into the same cadence you use in the detective agency on debriefing cases. “Reports stated you left the office safely, but never came home. I tracked our usual route and the side trips you usually take, to no avail, and when Occam’s razor failed- the simplest explanation is the correct explanation- it was then I started thinking outside of the box. 
“I made tons of theories, and canceled out just as many. One night, I was so at a loss of ideas that I just started solving other missing persons cases, just to see if anything could apply to yours. That’s how I found out about the disappearance of Luca Kaneshiro.”
“The mob boss?”
“The very one. When he went missing, he was last seen on a street you were also recorded at. He was reported missing days after you, you see, and when I reinvestigated the area was crawling with his goons. After staking out the area I made an alliance with them, minimal resistance.”
“Makes sense. The Kaneshiro mafia is well-known for being docile even to law enforcement until you poke the sleeping bear,” Mysta recounts. “I’m not surprised you managed to talk to them, much less ally with them.”
“They made the connection before I told them. A mafia boss and a detective disappear into an alleyway, never to be seen again? Anyone would think that’s suspicious. We compared notes. While Mysta Rias was presumed missing, the mafia figured Luca Kaneshiro was abducted. Get this. In a matter of days when I reached out to my Kaneshiro contact again, they had a breakthrough. Time-fuckin’-travel. They recruited a quantum physicist into their ranks and everything to prove it.”
“I can’t imagine.” Mysta attempted to be sarcastic, but he was still too in awe that his partner was right where they belonged in his lap to get a full deadpan out.
“So now that I was investigating both the Rias and Kaneshiro cases, the underboss started putting together a squad to search for their big boss. I provided them insight on where their boss might’ve gone across time. In return, they gave me a lift to all this-” you gestured to Mysta’s little apartment and the city outside of it, a world too big to summarize in a word- “-And the assurance that you and I would return to our original timeline with the underboss’s squad once they found Luca Kaneshiro.”
“You trust them?”
“Better than I trust half the unchecked cops we work with. You said it yourself, baby, they’re docile. Luca Kaneshiro believed in protecting the weak with kindness, and it seems he’s trained his family well. I’ve given them nothing but faith, and they’ve given me theirs. They wouldn’t have pinpointed their boss without my deduction, after all.” While you rested your head in Mysta’s lap, he glanced down at you as you spoke. Even as he responded to your debriefing, amazement was still struck on his face, though it toned down since the moment you reunited. 
You’re reminded that even now, you both moved so naturally into your daily discussions of detective work that you haven’t processed properly that you and Mysta are finally in the same room again.
With fondness, you reach out and tap the tip of his nose. His eyes follow your finger like a puppy, and when you crack a smile at his reaction, his face falls into blushing bashfulness. “Happy to report that finding you and getting you back was all my doing, though,” you say. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You’re so hot for that,” Mysta says. Then he covers a hand over his mouth and looks away, as if that’d erase his shyness. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I mean, I’m in love with you, it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you, that’s all. I’m not sure how to handle this.”
“We’ll figure out where to go from here together. We have a way out, after all. Let’s just take the time to stay where we are comfortably.” You roll your head back and shift in Mysta’s lap. His attention returns to you. “Hey, Mysta. I love you too. You know you can kiss me.”
“You’d let me? Even though it’s been so long?”
“Especially because it’s been so long.”
The last thing you see is the comfort in his smile before he bends over and presses his lips upside-down against yours. Maybe not normalcy… but it’s the beginnings of the return, in a language only you and Mysta understand.
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👟 Shu Yamino
“Shu. Don’t wake up. But be lucid, now, I need you to listen to me.”
“Reader…”
“It’s me. Come on, Shu. You’re dreaming.”
“My dreams aren’t usually this meta.”
“Stay grounded. I’m astral projecting to you right now.”
“That was always the one thing I taught you that you could perform…”
“It took a lot of effort but it’s coming in handy now. Oh, that doesn’t matter. You look awful. Don’t give me that look. Well, you look okay enough here but once you wake up, figure it out. You’re doing this all wrong and hurting yourself because of it.”
“My rituals…?”
“Yes! It pains me to see you overexert yourself when you don’t have to!”
“It’s what I need to do to summon you.”
“No, it’s not- oh, Shu, sweet thing, don’t tell me. You’ve been intentionally reaching across space?”
“I have to. It’s for you.”
“Yes, yes, I’m very flattered, but there’s an easier way to do this. One that doesn’t involve ripping a space vacuum in our apartment. It’s time only that separates us, Shu. I’m… somewhere. I’m not sure. I don’t know metaphysics like you do. But I know the difference is our timelines, not locations. I’m able to do some astral projection, after all, that should account for something.”
“And you’re a novice. How long have you been trying to contact me?”
“Ever since I warped away.”
“That would be months, then. There’s no way you would be able to transmit a projection across universes like that so quickly.”
“It makes sense. Listen to me- good, I can touch you. Let me hold you. Get yourself some rest. Real rest, none of these short barely-functioning naps, I mean an entire night. Can you do that for me?”
“But I need to keep working.”
“And your work will get you nowhere if you’re not in top condition. I need you in top condition. Okay? And you figured it out. You’re putting in too much effort to find the right answer, and it’s going to suffocate you one day, literally. It doesn’t have to be that way. When you wake up, write every single thing down. Don’t give yourself a chance to forget.”
“I need to reach across time alone. I don’t need to consider space.”
“Good boy.”
“Are you messing with me?”
“Maybe. But the time thing was real. I wouldn’t joke about that when I can see you exhausting yourself. It breaks my heart.”
“I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”
“But you’ve got to be one of the strongest people in the world to endure it. It’s just that you don’t have to endure it. Come on, rest with me.”
“You’re soft. Can we stay like this?”
“Of course. Just get comfortable, I’m hoping it’ll force you to sleep longer. Oh, you sweet thing, oh. My sweet Shu.”
“Can you sing to me?”
“My singing isn’t all that.”
“It’s calming. I’ve heard you hum before.”
“If that’s really what’ll help you rest.”
“I want to hear it.”
“Shhh, I know you do. You can barely keep your eyes open even now. Keep them closed, sweet thing, I’ve got you.
“Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars…”
Shu wakes up the next day with music coursing through his head, the ghost of a dream. At the thought of your face he finds the nearest pen he sees and writes your advice on his arm. Don’t rip apart space. Just time is fine. 
He wonders if you can see him as he grabs a scrapbook off a shelf. Its contents are treasured, but a chunk of the photos inside are missing. The book itself chronicles his relationship with you. The big moments are safe, but the little memories that color the story in daily photos were removed from their pages, and he thumbs through the pages where there isn’t a single photo that stares back at him. 
His pace slows when he realized he can’t remember any of the photos that use to rest on one page. Every day for the past few months, he would draft a new ritual to summon you, and in return for you summoning he’d sacrifice a photo, representing a moment in time he could never truly get back. Miracles aren’t cheap, after all.
The pages flip upon themselves, and when he finds a photo still in pace he slips it out from the protector with as little thought as possible. But as little as he tries, his mind still connects the dots. This one doesn’t have faces, but he can recognize his arm in the background. You took a candid picture one wintry evening when you and Shu decided on making cookies. The photo focused on one sugar cookie covered in royal icing that was so ugly you couldn’t help but laugh, and tried to take a serious, artsy picture with the ugly blob of frosting as the focal point. It just so happened that you could also see Shu in the corner, struggling to frost one of his own cookies. 
The moment comes to Shu on instinct the second he sees it, no matter how hard he tries to resist. The sound of your laughter is attached to the photo, and he hates the idea that soon he’d forget exactly how your giggles rose and fell, the way you fought to compose yourself.
Miracles aren’t cheap, and he hopes it’s enough this time. After all, you came to him in his dreams, and he’s sure it’s not his consciousness deluding itself. 
Time manipulation is one of the most difficult subjects of magic, and viewing other timelines is simpler but still not an easy task. Retrieving objects- or people, in your case- in between those two subjects, and his initial rituals always connected retrieval across time along with the distortion of space. The subject of space was a lot simpler to grasp- after all, there have been spellcasters that can teleport themselves with ease- but still nothing to sneeze at. When spatial retrieval combined with temporal, it was simply too much. 
These past few months, Shu tried to brute-force it by honing his abilities with practice, but today he takes a glance at the words on his arm. Your advice.
Shu repeats the steps he’s come to memorize. Jasmine and palo santo incense fills the room as he draws a new magic circle. He drafted the circles of his other attempts with a combination of temporal and spacial elements. This one is minimal in comparison, and already his shoulders feel lighter knowing he doesn’t have to mess around with the oxygen in the witch hut getting sucked out by a rift in space. 
By the time the incense cleanses his hut, he places the three components- one of your favorite accessories, a strand of your hair, and the photo- within their spirals.
As he sets the photo down he does so knowing it’s the last he’ll ever see of it. “Please work,” he whispers, and that’s the last regulated thought he has.
Shu stands in the center of the circle, and when he speaks the incantation his intention is set.
The chalk circle bursts aflame in magenta, and he knows tendrils of fire spurt out from his back as he continues. He doesn’t allow his mind to wander as sorcery flows through his bloodstream and through the fire. The circle becomes a wall that cuts him off from the material, and the heat is intense, blurring through the air and making mosaics of his environment. He doesn’t feel a thing. 
Really, it’s like second nature.
The incantation goes forth. Burning ashes flicker off of the flames that take up all his vision. Magenta curls around his arms now and wraps around his body. Shu stands his ground. He continues to stand his ground, adamant in the flame, even when the last utterance of the incantation is spoken and the magenta world goes white.
He’s not quite sure if he faints.
But when he does regain his consciousness, he stares up at the apartment ceiling, not the witch’s hut he’s spent his lonesome in. Smoldering smoke and ash assails his nostrils. His ears are ringing, and even as he blinks he can see the white light flooding in from the corners of his vision. He lays on the ground. His body feels heavy.
“Shu.” The weight shifts, and his head rises so gentle. The light clears.
Shu’s chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. He’s too entranced to speak out loud, so he does so under his lost breath. “You’re back.”
When you fell back into place it was right where Shu stood, and after the ritual, where he lay on the floor. You sat upon his lap, one leg on either side, and your hand held his head so it wouldn’t drop to the hard ground.
Shu holds his arms out to reach for you, and you help him sit up properly. He places himself around you and his lips take in yours.
His hands are an exploration, and he goes in hungrily but tentative. With each fistful of fabric and brush of skin, it’s another affirmation that you’re real, and in his arms no less, and all his efforts were recognized. When his hands rest against your thighs you hold him tighter, a confirmation. Where he holds back, you go all in; it’s been so long since you’ve been able to feel anyone else, and when the first thing you come back to is Shu, keeping him close is second nature.
Even when he parts to regain his breath he still supports you. Shu stands, and before you know it he sweeps you up in his arms as well. He’s muscular, and his voice is still so quiet, like he’s in a place of worship. 
“Let me hold you,” he says, and you cling to his neck. He smells like jasmine and palo santo. He carries you to your bedroom, and sets you down carefully, like a delicate keepsake.
“I’m glad I talked to you.”
“I don’t think I would’ve figured out the answer without you.”
“Even though it was so simple?”
“I never would’ve made the connection.” Shu pecks your lips, and somehow it’s even more emotional than the first for the moment it lingers. “I never would’ve rested.” 
“You need to.” You hold Shu’s face between your hands. His cheeks squish against your fingers and it feels like heaven, but the dark circles under his eyes are not lost on you. “You’re better than when I saw you in your dreams, but I’m still concerned.”
He laughs. “Only you could be literally lost in time and still find time to worry over me.”
“Of course I would. I care about you. I love you.”
“I love you too. I love you.” Shu lays back on the mattress, and the only thing connecting you both is his pinky finger, crossed between yours. “Are you tired?”
“A little.”
“I’m making up for lost time. I haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep since you disappeared.”
“I know.”
You tuck Shu in while his fingers rest intertwined with yours, and he squeezes before closing his eyes. He’s serene, and it stuns you just how composed he is for a sorcerer that just retrieved his lover from across time itself. If it weren’t for how exhausted he looked through pale skin and heavy bags, then you would think him untouchable, an invulnerable man.
You caress his colorful hair and the side of his face. He must be one of the most beautiful men alive, and his dedication is no different. Vulnerability is his strength.
You muster the love Shu inspires and sing.
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Vox Akuma
Vox finds out he landed in the United Kingdom, across the world from where his castle once stood. It’s been months since he reincarnated, but he hasn’t even started rebuilding an empire yet. It’s natural for a demon to vie for control, and he thirsts for it, but whenever he starts to seriously consider it, the memories of Akuma Castle return all over again, salt in the wound. Then he thinks of how he watched you bleed right in front of him, and how he wasted your intervention, and he has to sit while his heart screams in phantom pain.
He walks the allies at night and abuses his voice for ease. The strangers that pass by dressed in expensive clothes give him their wristwatches like he’s an old friend, and when they regain their senses he’s already gone. The ones that get too nosy are on the receiving end of his nastiest voice, and if he had any more of a bleeding heart he’d feel bad about how they would never forget the way his tone simply shatters even the strongest resolve.
It’s a pitiful existence. He should be living a life of glamour surrounded by humans that follow his every command and all the wealth the world can offer, but here he is, simply getting by like a street rat. 
But the pain is too fresh. His heart aches. Phantom pains.
Vox revisits the subway he landed in on occasional nights. It’s a compulsion. Sometimes Akuma Castle’s final moments flood back, but more often he sits at the bench with a blank look on his face, waiting for something to happen.
Tonight is one of the latter. Vox leans back against the wall and stares at the tiled ground. It’s late enough that this train shouldn’t be running until dawn, but the time is uncertain. After all, he’s underground, and the closest thing to the moon down here is a flickering fluorescent light.
He exhales. He can never forget the moment you passed on. A wise advisor, a formidable warrior, and beautiful lover all gone in such a moment, simply because he didn’t strike true into the bleeding man that was his undoing, the reason you had to save him, the price of your life, phantom pains…
His thoughts are interrupted when he hears footsteps echo through the empty station and enter the corner of his vision.
“What do you want?” Vox grumbles, not willing to give the stranger the satisfaction of looking at his face. 
The stranger gets down on a knee in reverence, and Vox’s curiosity gets the better of him. He watches them lower their head, and when he recognizes them his eyes widen.
Reader, gorgeous as the day they met, untouched by war nor blood, speaks clearer than water. “Milord. I see now that “the Voice Demon” is no mere nickname.”
Vox is struck into silence and doesn’t dare move, like a deer in the headlights.
You raise yourself. You cock your head. “Milord Vox? Is everything alright?”
“I- I must be dreaming,” Vox says. He sweeps his hand over his open mouth. “You died.”
“I did. In the heat of battle, beside the one I love and the family I swore myself to protect.”
“Then how are you here? You should’ve passed on into your afterlife- no, don’t tell me. You’re not at peace, are you? You’re not at peace, and it’s all my fault.”
“Don’t wound yourself, Milord. Every moment I spend on the battlefield it’s with conviction that I may die for my own beliefs, not by command of careless officer. You would know that best, darling Lord.” You sit next to him and stretch out your hand. “Touch me if you think I am but an apparition, and look into my eyes for the answer.”
Vox doesn’t have the strength nor understanding to move, but he meets your eyes. The pupils are thin, nearly catlike, and things fall into place when a flicker of orange breaks through the color. They’re virtually human, but lava seeps through the color and tints them infernal.
“You’re a demon,” he blurted out. 
You nod. “When I died, I was selected out of purgatory and sent to Hell for my wisdom and strength in life. The demons that greeted me- your people- presented me with a choice: enter my proper afterlife as I imagined it would be when I lived, or continue immortally with infernal blood coursing through me. The choice to carry on the demonic legacy of balance in this world with the skills I fostered through my human life.
“I have to speak in truth, Milord. I was too surprised my presence in Hell was requested to understand the choice entirely. The demons granted me the time to make my decision, and to that I am grateful for their hospitality. I spent time meditating on each outcome. Peace and rest, or an unending adventure so I may die time and time again, each with the same conviction as I held when my mortal life ended.”
Vox reaches out and feels the palm of your hand. His fingers are slight, and you allow him to press down on the hand, take in the warmth of your skin, and brush against your calluses before he fully clasps his around yours. You notice the tremble in his lip, and how he tries to bite the inside of it. He’s about to cry.
“Oh, Milord Vox, my darling.” You press your lips to the back of his palm, then squeeze his hand. “It’s a lot of information, but understand this. I did not become a demon as debt or mindless loyalty. I did so of my own volition, for my own identity, under my own name. Even then, I am exceedingly honored to continue alongside you in our infernal lives. I see I truly was blessed to walk this Earth following you, and that blessing follows me as I have followed you.”
Vox’s voice is as wet as his eyes. Rarely does he express his vulnerability, but when he does, it’s with utmost trust. “How could I ever be your blessing when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me?”
“Milord, come here.” You outstretch your arms, and Vox collapses into you. He buries his head into your chest, and sniffles as you stroke his hair. “My darling Lord. We found where we need to be, and each other once more. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“None of this ‘Milord’ title anymore,” Vox says. His words are muffled against the fabric of your shirt and the tears in his eyes. He struggles to catch his breath, so you rub circles along his back in your embrace. Vox swallows down a hiccup as you whisper and shush comforts. He continues speaking as he clutches you. “Call me Vox. I love you too much to pretend we’re not equals.”
You brush aside a lock of hair and kiss his forehead. “My darling Vox, then. It would be my pleasure to be yours in immortality. Now and forever, and with every bone in my body, I pledge myself to you. I love you.”
“No pledges, either, Reader.” Vox rubs at his eyes. His voice still wavers, but it’s more controlled now. “I mean it. We’re more than master and servant could ever be.”
“That… is new.” Your eyes cast downward, even as Vox is still in your arms. “But not unwelcome. I’m just surprised you think of me so highly.”
“The best thing that’s happened to me,” he repeats. “Truly, the best thing. We’re demons. I’ll have you know you have my utmost loyalty just as much as you pledged yours to me in our lives before this current time.”
“I see. Is there a ritual, then? Or a ceremony, as the time before my death?”
“No rituals, no ceremonies.” Vox loosens from the hug. He presses a gentle fist against your chest, where your heart beats. “We don’t use titles. We just act on it. We show what we feel.”
“I fear I have a lot to learn about ‘acting on it,’” you admit. 
“We have all the time in the world for you to learn.” He dives back into your embrace, but now his lips are flush to your ear, and he whispers a secret only you can hear. “Think about it this way: in the past you were mine to control. You still are.” Vox’s voice grows deeper. The rumble sends shivers down your spine. “But now, I’m yours.”
“Y-you must not toy with me like that, Vox…”
“It’s the truth. I’m a wreck without you.”
“Then I’m flattered to be the one to keep you together, my darling.” 
Vox lays a kiss right below your ear, and when he parts away you take a chance. Your hands clutch around his jawline and shoulder as you aim for his lips. Hellfire awaits you. You’ve always detected the heat that courses through Vox every time you touch him, but it all falls into place with the infernal life behind your kiss as well.
No secrets are left uncovered. Vox leans into you, a testament to his dedication. His tears dried long ago, and as you kiss him, you swear to no one but yourself; as many times as he cries, you always want to be the one to help him smile again. He would do the same for you, no doubt. He always has. 
Equals, you think. Vox’s hands clutch around your neck as the kiss continues. You’re someone he can depend on. I would go anywhere beside him.
There’s no other world you’d rather be. 
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matenrou-fan · 11 months
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Hello can you write about ichiro hitoya and samatoki hitting their s/o by accident
Ichiro, Hitoya and Samatoki hitting their GN!s/o by accident
Such a strange request yet here!! Hope you will enjoy it!
GNreader, comfort, just wholesome stuff;;
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-Honestly the one way when he can raise his hand it's during some childish game, when you two just fool around and try to catch each other.
-Especially if it's tickle fighting, when your boyfriend is just too carried away in his wish to win and finally pins you to the bed with hands around your waist.
-So when you would try to resist, pushing him off and tickling his sides at the same time, Ichiro just wanted to respond with a grasp on your arm, but overdid it.
-"Here, finally catch you..!" - this sudden hit on your shoulder makes you gasp in confusion, and his smile fades away as fast as your own. - "A- S/o, a-are you okay?"
-Even if you sound so loud due to the unexpectedness of this action, not from pain, Ichiro would anyway feel so guilty as if he did it on purpose.
-So all games will immediately stop as he leans closer to check out the hitted place while repeating apologies, mixed with a bunch of questions about how you feel. If it's actually that bad he would bring some ice, absolutely ashamed of his behavior.
-"I'm so sorry, s/o.. How can I call myself a proper mature man if I can hurt my most precious person so easily..?" - Ichiro looks almost like an abandoned puppy in the rain. No, he's not trying to make you forgive him through such puppy eyes, it's just really the way your boyfriend shows his guilt towards you.
-Only after a few times as you said it's alright, he would feel more easily. Yet still, Ichiro would be really careful for a month or two, being pretty slow and gentle during another tickling game or some playful fight.
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-Despite his pretty harsh behavior, there's no way he would exchange something more than a few angry words with you.
-And this old man doesn't really like all these bratty games, he has enough of such energy thanks to Kuko's attitude. So with him, it's actually just an accident, as sometimes in the morning he's still so sleepy..
-Went to bed late, woke up early.. There's no way he would understand more than half of your words before drinking at least one cup of coffee with his favorite snack - cigarettes.
-"Honey, can you check the newspaper-" - light pain that erupts in his left elbow and your sudden gasp makes Hitoya wake up better than any coffee that he was trying to make. - "Ah- Shit, s/o, are you alright?"
-If it was someone else, he would probably just scoff, scolding them for getting too close to him from behind. Yet with you he would be much softer, even when his head still hurts from lack of sleep and he can't think straight.
-Well, of course he would check if you were alright, worrying a little about just how bad he hit your spine with probably all his strength. But Hitoya didn't feel that much guilt. He didn't see it coming!
-So all apologize that you would have some sloppy kiss on your forehead and a few headpats as Hitoya mumbled about being more careful and everything.
-"Mm? What's with this gaze?" - he put away a newspaper and chuckled, noticing your feigned frown. - "Oh, I didn't apologize properly? Huh, maybe I should then kiss your poor hurted back? Get closer, dear.."
-Well, but despite such teasing, your lover would leave a mental note about watching his back before turning around. And probably give himself more sleep and rest, so he wouldn't be that sluggish.
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-Ok but. No matter what you would do or say, there's no way he would show this aggressive side of himself to you, you're his dear lover, after all. If you ever get that deep inside his heart, then he immediately would place you in the most sensitive part of it.
-And Samatoki is really overprotective, so there's not that many accidents when you bump into each other or hit without purpose.
-But it doesn't matter that even your attentive boyfriend couldn't inadvertently do something. Especially after a long hard day.. He just came home and sat on the couch, and your arms around his shoulders as you stand behind him the only thing that can help him feel better.
-"Ah.. Babe, I missed you so much today.." - A long tired sigh escaped his lips as he tossed his head back to look up at you but instead hit your nose, not knowing that at the same time you leaned closer to kiss the back of his head.
-For a moment you both pulled back, groaning in pain, but of course Samatoki would turn to you first, feeling absolutely guilty. His own pain doesn't matter that much as yours, especially due to the fact he's the one who's done it.
-Doesn't matter if this hit was really strong or not, Samatoki would bring everything - ice, handkerchief, aid kit, even some cold water if you start crying. In one second he turned from just a boyfriend to an overprotective over worried mom, that's how it feels.
-"I'm so sorry, my dear.. Here, look at me.." - his hand slowly caresses your back as he softly smiles at you. - "Ah, don't worry. Your nose is as pretty as before, so don't cry, okay?"
-But despite such playful talk, he actually would apologize a few times this evening, being even more clingy and cuddly than usual. Your boyfriend just doesn't want you to think about that too much, kissing your poor face gently while promising to be more careful next time.
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wifeyifey · 1 year
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Hi, um, hope I ain't bothering you but... I had a bad morning to say the least. Can you possibly write Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head comforting/hugging reader s/o who's been remembering bad memories about their mentally/emotionally abusive mom? Just... You can ignore this if you don't wanna write it...
You're not bothering me at all. I totally get it and I hope you feel better! I too have many mornings like that so just know you aren't alone my friend. I may have self-projected some of my mommy issues in this tbh. I know that it's hard so just know you have more people who love and care for you <3
Dbd x gn!reader (fem!reader in Herman's, should be gn! the rest of it tho)
Description: dbd killers give comfort to their s/o.
This is angsty but it is also a comfort fic.
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Deathslinger:
You sigh as you walk around the sunny realm of your boyfriend. It has been a bad day for you, you would say. You had very little sleep the night before due to, what you like to call, the hauntings. You got up, rubbed your eyes, and headed towards the one place that gives you the most comfort and now here you were.
You went around looking for Caleb, but you sadly couldn’t find him anywhere. At this point you were going to cry. You don’t like it here and you didn’t like your life too much beforehand, but at least you have Caleb. You never talked about your life before the Entity and neither did Caleb. Sometimes you would get something small from him where he would mention his gang. Nothing more than that though. You had a family, but it wasn’t really a family was it? You scoffed at the thought and sat down in the saloon. You leaned over the bar and grabbed a glass and put just a little whiskey in it. You don’t like drinking very much… too used to seeing it take a negative effect on those around you.
You’re getting angsty. Where is Caleb? You feel your eyes burn from the build up of unreleased tears and the feeling of being overwhelmed taking over you. You get up with the glass in your hand and you’re about to throw the drink at the wall before a hand grabs your wrist and turns you around. You look at Caleb and he was already looking at you with softened, but confused eyes. “What’s wrong darlin’?” Caleb asked while grabbing the glass from your hand and setting it down on the nearby table. He wrapped his arms around you as you threw your face into his chest sniffling. 
He has never seen you so upset before and he isn’t completely sure what to do. He just let you cry it out and held you close to him. Pressing a kiss here and there on top of your head and repeating “It’s ok. I’m here. I’m here.” You didn’t realize how comforting hearing him say that to you. You look into his eyes and whisper a small “Forever?” Even though you both know the unpredictability of where you are and how the situation may change one day, he couldn’t help how innocent it sounded coming from you and replied with a small “Always.” as he gives you a small kiss on the lips.
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Wraith:
Philip knew there was something off when in the trial you were giving up easily on things. You always were a strong team player and always helped others by healing them once you got them off the hook. Philip hated how he had to hook you in his trials, but he really wanted to end this trial quickly so he can get to you. 
None of the generators were working and every survivor was gone. Except for you. His sweet love. He appeared behind you with his little jingle. He was expecting you to excitedly turn to him. However, that didn’t happen. 
You felt so numb. All the memories of your past coming up and how you just wish some part of your life was normal. Never would you have thought you’d ask for normalcy in your life. But here you are. You heard Philips jingle, but you just couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread in you. So deeply rooted inside of you. Philip could feel the sadness coming off of you in waves. Philip is so used to seeing such happiness from you. He doesn’t know how to change things. He does know, however, to comfort you. 
He sat down on the ground behind you, his legs open and his hands gently reaching out for you. When you felt his hands on your waist, you knew you would be ok as soon as you were wrapped in his arms. He pulled you in between his legs and wrapped himself tighter around you. He felt you melt into his body and made a happy grunt that you were seemingly at peace. You looked up at him and softly said, “You’re the only family I’ll ever need.” You then tucked your head under his chin and felt so much more at peace. Philip just felt all his blood rush to his face and nearly felt the sting of tears in his eyes at the sentiment of that statement.
Oh how he loves you.
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Doctor:
“Herman, I don’t see the point in this. You’re not a therapist anymore. Just crazy.” You let out a laugh at the face he gave you as he turned to look at you in his wheely chair. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that. For your sake, my flower.” he said monotonously as he gave a tiny harmless zap to your thigh. He chuckled at your little yelp and then he soothed his hand where he shocked you. “I wasn’t asking to be your therapist… I’m telling you, you need to talk to me.”
You sighed as you crossed your arms. You see that he has already taken notes on his observations of you in the past few days. You tried reading them, but his handwriting can be a little difficult to read sometimes. “I just want to know what is making you wither. You haven’t been yourself and I don’t like seeing you so glum. You are more delicate than you want to appear. Buut, you are stronger than you think as well. I’m assuming you’ve been sad because you’ve been thinking of your past life.” You looked at him, a little embarrassed, but not surprised he came to that conclusion.
“Yeah. I just don’t exactly know how to talk about it. I-... I wanted to forget about it. I’ve just been having those dreams… where they’re almost like memories. Just… not… good ones.” You say as you look down at your feet. Twisting the front of your right foot to grind the broken glass on the floor. Herman scooted his chair over to where your legs were placed between his. He looked up at you and gently cupped his hand behind your knee, thumb brushing against your kneecap. He used his other hand to grab your hand and he brought your hand to cup his face. 
“Was it about your mom?” he asked. You looked at him with almost a blank stare. The only reason he was able to ask without you explaining more was because you were his s/o before the Entity brought you both here. You were happy to be back with him, just wish it were under better circumstances here. You guys were engaged back in the day. Your ring is still on your finger. Herman loves you and understands that your mom was always hard for you to talk about. It’s been more of a problem lately because you both found out you were pregnant. Becoming a mom was something you were scared of because you didn’t want to be like your mom. Not like you’d ever let that happen. Nor would Herman for that matter. 
“Herman, do you think I’ll be a good mom?” you ask with tears running down your face. Herman stood up and cupped your face gently and wiped away your tears. “My dear. With the heart and brain you have, you will be the best mom there ever was.” He brushed his nose against your cheek. 
I guess you can’t ignore the doctor. If he says it, it must be true. You smile at him and kiss his cheekbone and instantly remember that you’ll never be your mom. You have the support system you need in Herman.
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Pyramid Head:
*pre dbd universe*
Living in Silent Hill was not the life you would’ve imagined for yourself, but with a protector and s/o like Pyramid Head, you’re at least not lonely. 
The way you met this monster of a man was due to his need to kill the worst people and monsters. He heard you. From miles away. He heard the beating of your innocent heart and the terrible one that was attacking you. He knew it was time to take you from this creature. The purity in your heart couldn't be destroyed by something so evil.  
When it happened, you were crying. You were scared you were going to be killed, but all this creature did was reach down and caress your cheek with the back of his hand. 
He picked you up with his empty arm, almost cradling you because of how massive he was. He took you to a safe place. Somewhere far away from the madness. He was your home now. He gave you safety and he was a perfect heater for the cold nights. He grabbed you things that you might need while he was out on his runs. He never let you leave. He knows the the connection your soul has to the one he took you from. Yet, he knew your soul was connecting with his in a very strong bond. 
He came home to you after an uneventful day. He leaned his giant knife against the wall and laid down on the giant nest of a bed you made when he brought you here. You came in with a glass of water and laid down next to him. You rest your head on his chest and cuddle into him. His arm wraps around you tightly and you feel like nothing else matters. You have Pyramid Head to care for you and to keep you safe. His comfort was all you needed when the days were gloomy. He obviously can’t give any verbal comfort, but the physical comfort was all you needed.
I hope you liked this my friend! Lmk what you think!
Requests are open!
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thebottomfromhell · 9 months
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So can I ask about demon male reader die in the upper-moon arm like the reader saying how much they love them and a lot of things that he want to say and they actually cry or something like that I just you know feel kind of I don't know I just well yeah that's all I need to go to sleep now I should
Sorry it took me this long, you order angst, we have angst!
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Male Demon Reader Dying in Uppermoon's arms.
Warnings: Angst, Reader's death, mentioned PTSD, Implied possible suicide, Gyokko and Douma are their own warnings.
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Gyutaro:
You can still feel your body, but all of your attention is in your head, or mostly, in the arms that hold it against the thin body. Also in your ears, since you have never heard Gyutaro scream like that. It's so loud, so painful, so miserable, the agony.... the grief, you can only hear it "I WILL KILL EVERYONE! GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!!" You try to catch his attention, it seems you can talk even without vocal cords and lungs, but there is no time to find some logic behind it. "Gyutaro...."
What are you even supposed to say? Comfort him? How? You are dying. Things won't be ok. You try to change the topic, for him to not cry his lungs out, or at least not having to face that during your last seconds. "Where is Daki?" Daki, the light of his life, his little sister, he seems to cry even harder after that, embracing what is left about you. "She was burned... THEY BURNED HER UP ALIVE!" Burn, but this slayer didn't do flame breathing, you would have felt it, but even more concerning, is that you don't understand why some fire would be so bad. "Gyutaro, she's ok. She can heal."
He breathes, blinks a bit as he keeps hugging your head, or what it's left from it. You are basically just a face right now. But you can feel the rest of your body, also becoming... nothing. It's scary, you will be gone. But you want to leave Gyutaro... in a better state than this. "But you won't... ne... you won't heal from this..." You already knew that, but him saying it outloud makes you start crying. "I love you... I'll miss you Gyutaro."
Your ears ar already gone after that, there is so much more you would like to say, but there is no time. But you can read his lips, he has said those words several times. There is no misunderstanding. "I love you Y/N." And the last thing you feel are his hands and tears on your face, you really wish you could have done more.
Gyokko:
Gyukko just watches you desintegrate in his hands, he is in his final form, and you are dying. Even now, they are not exactly comforting, as he seems fixated with the fact that you are dying. To be honest, you never expected anything else, he loves pain and death, those are part of his art. And you have always supported his art, so you don't cry and show no fear, since you are not a piece of art of his. You are supposed to be his equal, even now.
"Oi, Gyokko...." he looks at you, making eye contact, if he knows you are upset he hasn't shown signs of it. He hasn't even shown signs of being upset. You hold your breath, then inhale deeply to calm your nerves... how are you even breathing? You have no lungs, your respiratory system has been literally cut in two. It's so confusing, everything is so confusing, and that is scary. "Will you miss me?" You ask, controlling your voice. It doesn't break, it doesn't show anything but the same interest Gyokko is showing.
He doesn't answer inmediately, that does upsets you as you fear he might not answer. That would be worse than saying "no", and time is running out. Bet he does answer after thinking about it. "I will miss you a lot, you dumb bastard. Why did you have to die so easily?" He complains, and you just have to laugh, eyes watering. Typical Gyokko. "I love you, Gyokko. Never change."
You smile as he goes silent again, thinking, as his eyes nover stop concentrating in you. "I love you too. You were great, and I will always remember you." That is all you can ask for, you think as you spend you last moments looking at each other.
Hantengu:
Hantegu crushes you head against his stomach and legs as he cries, hiding and curled up on the floor. He doesn't even know from what, the slayers are already dead. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" He babbles, whining and crying, in his eternal PTSD, and to be honest this is not how you want to go. Him denying accusations nobody is making, it's both sad and annoying, but you're not in the situation to comfort him.
How can you calm him down when you are just as scared as he is for the first time? You have always been the brave one between the two but... you're dying. You're dying and you don't know what will happen once you are dead. "Hantengu... please. I know it wasn't you. You are innocent." Innocent from what? You have to admit you are pissed you will never find out, but Hantengu seems to collect himself after that.
"I will miss you. I will miss you a lot. Why do you have to die? Why do I have to be miserable and watch you die?" You chuckle as he pities himself, instead of piying you. But again, Hantengu has never once felt pity for you, you always liked that. Likes to be the strong one even if he was Uppermoon 4. "The world is a cruel place, maybe it's better for me that I'm leaving it!" You manage to joke about him, making him cry. But now you feel good enough to smile."Don't worry Hantengu, I'm sure you'll be fine. You still have the clones, don't you? The can take the role of the protector men I have been taking."
You laugh a bit. "I love you." He says before going silent, that surprises you. He isn't even crying, just trying to smile like you. You only have your face left right now, so if you got something to say... "I love you too." Say it.
Sekido:
Sekido is still killing the slayer that decapitated you... or well, he would be if you could kill someone that is already deader than a 100 year old corpse. Still, he is angry and taking his anger ojt in someone that deserves it instead of the rest of the clones or you. You are angry as well, you are going to die and there is nothing anybody can do about it. No matter how much Sekido stabs the dead body with his staff, you won't stop dying.
"Sekido..." You don't know if it's safe to call his attention upon you right now, but... you don't want to go with your face only feeling the cold and dirty ground. Thankfully, he seems to calm down when he sees you. Or at least he isn't raging anymore... he actually looks worried and scared. He runs to where you are and hugs you head tight against his chest, breathing unsteady as your face is pressed against his kimono. "I HATE YOU! Y/N, YOU BASTARD, I HATE YOU! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, WEAKLING, PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A DEMON!"
You are not surprised, but you can't help but to roll your eyes, annoyed. Your last second will really be you hearing your partner cursing you for being killed? Well, at least his chest is more comfortable than the ground, even if the way he has you prevents you from speaking. Maybe it's better this way, it won't become an argument. By the time you realize, the screming turned into crying, you can feel the tears falling on top of you. "I love you... don't leave."
He always had a hard time saying it, so to hear it now... it's nice. You try to wiggle against his grip and you say several times, hoping that even with his clothes muffling you, he can hear you."SEKIDO, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU TOO, SEKIDO! I LOV-" Your mouth is gone, hopefully, the way he holds you tighter means he heard you. Now... it's over.
Karaku:
Karaku is just sitting with your head in his lap, holding you with his hands. He is youching your face, petting your head and carresing your cheeks with his thumbs. He is giving you a brave smile as his eyes are watering and holding a lot of warmth. "I love you a lot, you know? Like... really love you, not like the others I have loved...." he speaks softly to you as he keeps comforting you.
"Kara-" he interrupts you putting one finger over your lips, shaking his head and laughing softly. "Don't speak... just... let us have this last seconds together. This will be the last time I see you... I want to cherish you one last time." He says it, and you let it be. You honestly don't know what else to do, and the idea of being able to ignore the pain, ignore the fear, ignore the sorrow, ignore the rage for tha sake of having pleasure, even if it will be for the last time... sounds nice.
"You are very strong, you know. You did everything you could and I'm so proud to call you mine, handsome. You also have always treated me so well and I'm so fucking grateful... damn, I just love you so much." He sniffles as his voice breaks, wanting to talk. Wanting to make this about you since there will be no more a "you" later, and that hurts him. "I love you so much, you are everything I want, sweet boy." Tears start to fall of his eyes and his lips trembles, but he is still smilig towards you.
"I love you too, Karaku." It feels a bit pathetic that you can only come up with that after everything he said, but from the look in his face, it makes his smile easier as he rubs the tears off his face. "I know." Is the last thing you hear.
Urogi:
Urogi is flying with your head in his arms, you feel the cold air, but you are mostly shielded by his body as he presses you in his chest. You don't even know where you are going and you are sure Urogi also doesn't know. He probably just panicked and grabbed you and is searching a way to save you, when... there is none. You don't want to be the one to say it outloud, but... "Urogi.... UROGI. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!"
You have to scream since the preasure of the air muffles all the sounds except the wings and the heartbeat of the clone, but that second could be only because you are pressed against his chest. "SHUT UP! YOU CAN'T DIE! YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN'T DIE! I WON'T LET YOU!" You can hear his voice break, he is definetely crying from the nasal way it sounds. What to do now? You don't want to be the one to break it up to him but you also want to be able to say goodbye without Urogi being in denial.
You were beheaded by a slayer, there is no winning in this one, and it breaks Urogi. You actually feel guilty for dying, and so many other feelings. You don't want to die, you were killed, and you don't want to fight Urogi into facing the facts. Not when you only have some seconds left. "I LOVE YOU, UROGI! MY PREACIOUS BIRD, YOU ARE THE MOST LOVABLE DEMON THERE IS!" You scream again, and Urogi presses you face agains his chest even harder.
"I LOVE YOU TOO! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON'T DIE! DON'T!" As you really can't comfort him right now, you only cry with him in this last seconds.
Aizetsu:
Aizetsu doesn't cry, he barely does more than show a sorrowful face, no matter how sad he is or how much he pities everything around him. Right now he pities you, but he also pities himself, that he has to watch the one he loves die. He holds your head in his hands, sitting with his gaze lost in the forest as he foces you to watch the same way he is. It's a beautiful night, there is a river in front of you that sounds so peacful, the moon is bright, the aire is fresh and it's just a bit chilly (nothing for a demon).
"The moon is beautiful tonight, don't you think?" He moves your head slightly so you can see the moon and the stars surrou ding it better, it's hard to say if he is just ignoring the issue of if he is confessing his love one last time. "I like to be able to experience times like this with you. Everything is nicer when you are around, even the others..." his voice doesn't even crack more than it usually does. But again, he is sorrow, if anyone knows how to handle said feeling, it should be him.
Still, you feel the drops, his tears, shed on the top of your head. He doesn't make any sound as he cries, just letting them out. "I'm really going to miss you a lot. It will be sadder to not have you around... thank uou for all the time you have given me. It left me content." He keeps monologing, wanting to get everything put or his chest or just wanting to make this the least painful possible for you, it's impossible for you to know. But you don't feel scared or angry...
"I will miss you too. I love you." You feel sad, sad that it's all over. The last thing you feel is that Aizetsu moves you head, pt right now just a face, again to be able to kiss it goodbye, making eye contact with you. His lips move, but you can't hesr him. "I love you more."
Nakime:
Nakime is shocked, she doesn't even know what to do besides having you in her lap, taking the place it's usually for her biwa. Now you are nothing but a head that fell from the sky as she summoned you, you managed to communicate with her after a slayer decapitated you and you are at least glas you will be able to spend this last seconds with her. You were so scared for a secondz that you wouldn't make it, that you would be gone and she wouldn't even know it, that she would wait for you still.
You spend the last moments in quiet, you don't want to force her to speak. You would suggest that she could play for you as you finish to desintegrate, but you are very comfortable in her lap. You don't want to move or to be moved. She isn't even crying, and she is barely touching you, just enough for you to not roll over. That would be uncomfortable.
Many thoughts and feelings run through your head. Where is your body? What is going to happen now? Is Nakime going to miss you? That slayer better die painfully! You really love Nakime. What should you say right now? That sword really hurt! - Everything is so spontaneous. But again, you are dying, you have the priviledge of not being coherent.
"I love you, Nakime." You tell her honestly, those are good last words, right? It's not original, impressive or anything, really. But it's honest, and it feels right to tell her. Nakime doesn't cry, her voice doesn't break. She just answers "I love you too, Y/N." And yoj both spend your lasts moments together in silent.
Akaza:
Akaza is crying a lot, your face has more tears of his than yours, as he holds yuou with his forehead almost meeting his. He screams, sniffles, hiccups, begs, everything. "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! I COULDN'T PROTECT YOU! I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU! I DIDN'T WANT TO BREAK MY PROMISE! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! WE WERE MEANT TO HAVE A LIFE TOGETHER!" The misery in his voice makes you want to cry, too. But you also want to comfort Akaza, who seems near having an attack.
"Akaza, my love, my komainu... don't worry. I'm not angry, you did the best you could. It's not your fault." You speak softly, he always loved it when you were soft to him and you hope being gentle can calm him down. "I WILL KILL THOSE SWORDSMEN! I WILL! THEY ARE ALL COWARDS! WEAKLINGS! THEY DESERVE TO DIE!" He isn't listening, he probably can't. He is again rambling about weaklings, you always thought it was strange the way Akaza seemed to remember and not his human life.
You like to think forgetting is some sort of mercy, it makes easier to handle the demon life and diet if you don't have a mamory of anything pevious holding you back, like you feel it does to Akaza somehow. Part of you wishes he could also forget you, it would make it easier for him. "Akaza... listen to me." You try again, and again, and again... time is running out.
He can't hear anything you say, and you only hope he doesn't just follow after you. Not when he has still a lot to do. "I love you so much." You may not knoe about Akaza's past, but you know he will let no sword user live after this.
Douma:
You are almost praying that Douma doesn't just start playing with your head as if it was a ball. He is holding you with just one hand so you can be in front of his face, crying thick tears through his eyes. You can't even bring hourself to be scared or sad, just annoyed with the fact that even know Douma is not being honest. You are about to die, the least he could do is show you the real Douma for one last time. "It's such a tragic event."
Yeah, very tragic, to cry for. That you already know, Douma would not be crying if he didn't knew normal people cry in situations like this. "Douma, please stop crying. We both know you are having fun with thag and I would appreciate if you stopped acting for some seconds." You tell him honestly. You are usually more aware with his condition and let him express his fake emotions. Right now? What do you have to lose if he doesn't like your attitude? Kill you more? Leace you be? Throw you out? Hurt you? What does it matter now? You want to see Douma, so if you can't you might just not be around his mask.
By your surprise, he actually thinks about it. "You are right, this will be rhe last time we see each other. I might as well just be myself for the sake of how special this moment is. Like a farewell." He says as he droos the fake expressions and looks at you, eyes mostly empry, just showing interest. The rest of the face is blank, relaxed completely, as if it wasn't alive. You feel less alone like that, it gives some dort of relief. "You are so pretty, Douma. And a lot more than just some silver hair, an ear the it's supposed to be for deities and rainbow eyes. A healthy advice? Look for someone that realizes that." You smile at him.
He doesn't asnwer for a while, thinking about it before nodding. None of you wsnt to say anything else, just look at each other. If you tell him you love him he will just say it back, and you don't want that. You love Douma, and you are just happy to be with the real one in your last seconds. "Goodbye Douma." He looks at you with all his attention, face finally moving. "Goodbye Y/N. It was a pleasure to know you."
Kokushibou:
Kokushibou is just holding you, watching you die. Though, he is probably still procesing it, so you don't know what to say. He has your head in his lap as he is sitting, just watching you with intensity. It's a bit akward. "Kokushibou, can you ple-" he interrupts you. "Don't speak." He tells you coldly, and you can only sigh at that. You are not even surprised.
"You are dying." He continues after a few seconds, and NOOOO, REALLY?! You didn't notice! At all! Like, it's not like you felt a freaking katana pierce throigh your neck and now your body is desintegrating slowly. It's not like you can move your body but you can't feel you back and legs at all, and for fuck's sake, you are dying. After going through all that, you are scared. What now?
You can see Kokushibou thinking, he probably wants to comfort you and doesn't know how, not realizing he caused you distress in the first place. "You will not be bothered by worldly matters. You will be..." and he can't continue, because how can he comfort you when dying? You know Kokushibou is terrified by death, and now he wants to try to convince you that it's "not so bad"? What a joke! But you appreciate the gesture. You know it will be your last time with him and you don't want it to be such a waste with things with comfort or regret.
"I love you, Kokushibou. You are an idiot, but I love you." He frowns when you insult him, but doesn't complain. He evades your eyes for a while before sighing. "I also love you, Y/N. Goodbye." As cold as ever, but what did you expect? "Goodbye..." you spend the rest of uour seconds in silent, not really satisfied but not wanting to ask more from Kokushibou. It's over.
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