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ofinkandpaper · 1 year

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A Changed World

Yandere!Villian!MHA x Reader

Hello! Finally, after nearly an entire year, I have finally finished chapter two with the gracious help and beta reading of @cupidcreates ❤️ So many things have been going on in my personal life and I really appreciate y'all's patience with this. Also, to clarify why I tag certain characters though they don't appear in a this chapter: they are referenced and are an important character to the story as a whole, so it makes it easier for me to keep track of what tags I should put on each chapter when they're all the same.

Note: The characters are aged up. As the story progresses, I will tag each chapter with respective trigger and content warnings, which may include mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

**Trigger Warnings: Implied Stalking/Being Watched

Word Count: 3,566

Taglist: @lolawassad @letskidaddle @youngbeansprout @bakuhoes-dumbass @cupidcreates

"Okay, so here's what I'm thinking." You glanced up from your computer for a moment, pausing in writing the few reports Tamaki had asked you for to give Kendo the small amount of attention you knew would be needed for her to continue talking.

Her casual drone, when comfortable, made for nice background noise and gave you a sense of peace.

"You could always move in with me! Sure, you may have to deal with Monoma every once in a while, but he's mellowed out a bit since we graduated so he isn't as much of a nuisance as he used to be." The thought made you scoff, but gave you a tiny bit of hope for the blonde man. Even with as much hate as he spewed at your fellow classmates, you had a small soft spot for him. As far as you could recall, you were one of the few that he had actually confided in when it came to his quirk insecurity - whether a copying quirk was a good fit for hero work or not, and not having much support about it in his childhood. Sometimes it made you wonder, a little dejectedly, if he had been making a jab at your own quirk. Sure it wasn't anything fancy like Hawks' was, but you liked it well enough.

"You of all people know I don't actually mind being around him, Itsuka." You huffed a laugh and went back to typing, "Besides, I can tell you right now I'm not a good roommate. Partially due to my quirk and partially due to how much I enjoy being alone sometimes."

"Oh please, if I could handle you in the UA dorms, I can handle you in a regular living situation." You could almost feel the force of her eye roll as you hear her flop back onto your bed. You glance at the clock to check the time before continuing to type, making a silent promise to finish this one report and send what you have done while promising Tamaki you would finish the rest tomorrow.

You wanted at least a few hours with your friend while she was here, you know?

"Honestly, I think you only managed that because of Monoma and Tetsutetsu." You smirk and glance her way again. Again, she scoffed and waved a hand dismissively as she turned her attention to her phone. Once more, back to the paperwork grind, you pushed through the last few sentences before sending them off to their respective destinations.

"Oh. There was one other thing I wanted to ask about." You swivel to face Kendo, frowning as she sat up and gave you the most serious look you've seen on her the entire day.

"What's up?"

"Are you really okay living here? With all the gang activity?"

The sudden weight of her questions caused a slight tension to rise over your body and your expression to fall a touch. You turned away from her as you thought of an answer, staring blankly at your keyboard. You could hear her shifting - uncomfortably, you assumed - as she tried to wait patiently for your response.

It was hard to think of an answer that didn't sound like there was some lie to it. Sure, you were used to the gangs, and appreciated that they didn't make your life as much of hell as they probably could… but that didn't mean you were entirely comfortable with them getting away with strong arming innocent civilians just because they knew the local heroes weren't supported enough to be able to stand up confidently and fully against them.

In all honesty, you had half a mind sometimes to leave Tamaki's agency and join the local one to add some backbone to the force.

"It's alright… it's not exactly what I would really want, but it's what I can afford at the moment.” You pause and give a shrug, “And the gangs haven’t been too bad recently. Just wish the hero agency in this area had a bit more support so they could actually do something about it all.”

Kendo was quiet as she took in your words, and with your attention away from her, her expression neutralized. It would have been easy for you to see the thoughts that swirled behind her eyes; thinking of how she could help and who she could talk to about either easing the situation in your neighborhood or getting you to move elsewhere. Having known you since your schooling days, she knew you were a stubborn one - she could almost put you on par with Midorya and Bakugo, if she were being completely honest.

Maybe a talk with Nejire was in order.

She forced a smile on her lips as she stood and went over, humming as she placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at her, finding a soft smile coming easy to you in response to her own.

“Well, while you figure out what you want to really do - don’t lie to me, I can tell you’re thinking about it - remember you have a plethora of people who have your back if you ever wanna move out.”

You sigh and nod, softly mentioning Tamaki’s offer to help you move closer to his agency. There was a sudden, but subtle, stiffness in her hand, though before you could really question it, she relaxed and moved away towards the bedroom door.

“Why haven’t you taken him up on it yet? Oh, and did you want any tea?” She pauses at the door, waiting for your answer. You hum and nod, standing to follow her to the kitchen. This small moment made you glad she still felt comfortable enough with you to know she could make use of your home-space as if it were her own.

“I don’t know… if I’m being honest, I just really don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of his kindness. Like, getting me an entire house? That’s a lot - way too much! I could never just casually go ‘oh sure, thanks boss!’ to something like that.” You hoisted yourself up onto the counter, swinging your legs a little as you watch Kendo shuffling around getting the kettle and mugs set up. She raised a brow and glanced your way for a moment as she turned the oven on to start boiling the water.

“A house? I thought his offer was for an apartment.” You make an elongated noise, accompanied by the shrug of your shoulders and one of your hands swaying side to side in a ‘maybe’ gesture.

“House, apartment… he’s offered a few different options, including moving in with him,” Again you shrug, “But, again, it's nothing that I can easily accept from him. Not only do I not wanna seem like a burden that needs to be protected, but I also don’t want to step on his toes and feel like I’m taking advantage of his kindness.”

She seemed to fall quiet in her thoughts as she watched the kettle, waiting for the whistle to signal that the water was ready. You let yourself relax a little further and rest your head against the edge of the cabinets while surveying the rest of the kitchen casually. Would it really be so bad if you decided to take one of them up on their offer to move in? Well, Tamaki did offer first - but Kendo was, as you felt, a closer friend. Glancing up at the ceiling, you contemplated if there had been anyone else that you could recall offering you a place to stay that wasn’t infested with more gang activity than a single hero could handle; you pull a blank as the kettle begins to whistle. Kendo picks it up and softly asks you to hold the tea bag strings in place as she pours. You were glad to do it; it gave your mind something else to focus on, and your hands something to do.

“I don’t think he would ever consider it as being taken advantage of. He is the one that offered in the first place.” She smiled and set the kettle on a cool stove burner before picking up and handing you one of the mugs. You gave her a soft thanks, accompanied by a roll of your eyes.

“That is true, but he is still my boss. If it isn’t the thought of taking advantage of his kindness, then I could only imagine what the more immature members of the agency would think if they caught wind.” That got a responsive giggle as the red haired girl shook her head almost wildly; you were pretty sure that if she hadn’t had that cup of tea in her hands, pressed against her chest, she would be waving her hands all over the place.

“I don’t even want to think about that! I’ve seen some of the members of your agency - I’m honestly surprised Suneater hasn’t said anything to them about their behaviour yet.” For some reason, her calling Tamaki by his hero name gave you pause to ponder slightly - had you been the only one to call him by his name this entire time? And why did it feel weird to hear him being referred to as anything beyond his name? You shake the thoughts before you could dive too far down that specific rabbit hole.

“I’m not sure, but I do recall him talking to a few at one point. Must’ve been really bad considering how they ended up acting like absolutely perfect angels after their private conversation with him.” You sipped your tea and let your mind wander again for a moment. What had those few done that caused Tamaki to actually reprimand them like he had, and not any of the other kinds of offenders? Kendo shrugged and took a sip of her own tea. However, before she could speak, her phone began to ring from the bedroom. Excusing herself, she set down her mug and darted off to answer it - you hoped you hadn’t kept her for too long. She hadn’t even mentioned if she was on call for hero work today or not before coming over to hang out.

You continued to nurse your tea, carefully leaping down from the counter so as not to knock her mug over in the process or spill any of yours. You meander into the living room and ponder if you wanted to either watch TV or grab a book to read. Or, as the thought came, you could go grab your own phone and either mindlessly scroll through social media or read fanfiction of your favorite shows and movies. You had a bit of a guilty pleasure when it came to reader inserts - though you weren’t sure why you called it guilty when it was a perfectly acceptable form of written media for your consumption!

You turned towards the bedroom as Kendo came back out, a pout on her lips as she went to her mug to take a few more quick sips before dumping the rest. Your brows furrowed in silent question when she finally turned towards you.

“Got called in to help with a few rougher captures.” She sighed and shook her head, “Guess the newbies weren’t as well trained in the area as we thought they were.”

“That’s understandable, was anyone hurt?”

“No casualties yet, but if you want I can keep you up to date on the progress?” You nod and she smiled, returning it before striding over to grab her bag. Instead of her usual hug and verbal goodbyes, she gave you a quiet wave as she slipped out the door. You sigh and glance around the room again before sitting down and flicking the TV on to see if there was anything good on at the moment, or if you were going to have to switch over to one of your streaming services.

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The moment the door shut behind her, Kendo sighed and pulled her phone out to redial Nejire-Chan.

Hello~?

“Just left their apartment, everything seems to be fine.” She spoke softly as she moved away from the door, keeping her head down as an unexpectedly deep frown found a home on her lips. She heard Nejire hum from the other end for a moment or two before she spoke again.

I’m glad to hear it! Gotta make sure Suneater’s little star stays safe… though, you seem to be troubled by something? The question almost caused Kendo to laugh, even over the phone no one could keep even a single thought from the woman’s notice.

“Did you know he had offered them to move in with him?” There was a pause on the other end before a playful groan.

Seriously? Talk about a bold move - never would’ve expected something like that from him! There was a giggle But, at the same time, too forward of a question when he doesn’t even know if they like him back or not.

“Well, from the sounds of it, they were really giving it some thought after I offered to let them move in with me.” There was another giggle and the clicking of the lavender headed hero’s tongue.

Now, don’t go around making promises you can’t keep. You have orders to keep an eye on them, not make moves! This got a full laugh instead of the usual giggles as Kendo’s cheeks burned from a flustered embarrassment. She hadn’t thought about it like that when she first offered, but there was a flutter in her chest at the thought of the domestic kind of life she could have with one of her best friends. Did she have a crush on them? She wasn’t sure, and didn’t even know where to begin trying to figure that out. Instead, she cleared her throat and decided to pull the topic in a different direction.

“Have you heard word from Monoma yet about..?”

Not yet, but I’m sure it won’t take long for LeMillion and Deku to show back up on the radar. I’m still curious as to what they were needed for over in America. Kendo could practically hear the pout through the phone call, which brought the smile back to her lips and pulled her mind from her previous thoughts.

She looked around her before walking up to the bus stop and sitting down, wrapping her arms around her bag to keep it close to her chest while she swung her legs. She got an odd fulfilled sensation whenever her feet would scrape against the concrete beneath her.

“I’m sure they’ll tell us all about it when they come home - if it wasn’t too confidential at least.” Nejire-Chan hummed in agreement. As she heard the other hero take a breath to begin speaking again, there was a soft voice on the other end catching her attention. Nejire pardoned herself for a moment and lowered the phone just enough to muffle the conversation, though Kendo could still hear it relatively well. Just as she’d been told before, it was about those villains she had to help get put into the system.

At least she hadn’t needed to tell them a lie when she had to leave, now that she thought about it.

Hey, I need to talk to you later. Let me know when you make it in! As she was hanging up, Nejire’s voice could be heard instructing the sidekick on what they should do in regards to whatever the question was they had asked.

Pulling the phone fully from her ear, she glanced around the bus stop and down both ways of the street for any sign of the bus before looking back down at her phone to scroll through her camera roll on a whim, also because she figured it was better than pulling a book up and getting sucked into the story while she was supposed to be at least somewhat focused on watching for when the bus came.

It felt like so long since any of them were in UA, and she was glad she was able to get so many memories saved into her phone during their time… it also felt a little weird that, now that she was thinking about it, that she managed to still have the same phone that she had all through school. Just that responsible with it, she supposed.

Scrolling through, there were plenty of pictures of Class B - a decent chunk of which were just evidence of times when Tetsutetsu and Monoma would steal her phone for impromptu photo sessions with the rest of the class. The memories made her eyes roll with a fond smile on her lips; she hadn’t heard much from Tetsu in a while, but that was to be expected when he was constantly on the job with Kirishima. Meanwhile, it was nearly impossible for her to get away from…

She blinked in surprise, opening one photo she had no recollection of finding before now. It was a selfie of Monoma and Tetsu on either side of… them. All three of them were smiling wide, as though laughing about something, and Monoma actually, genuinely, looked happier than she had ever really seen him before. Her smile came back, fonder than before, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink. For all the trouble he caused them, she really couldn’t imagine not having him as a friend. Any of them, really. She cleared her throat and put her phone down to keep herself from going emotionally overboard from the nostalgia, and just in time for the bus to arrive as well.

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The rush of the air outside the airplane cabin was calming, though his leg continued to jitter as he watched the clouds pass by. He was eager to get home and sleep in his own bed, patrol his own streets… see his friends. Needless to say, he was homesick, but he was on the track back home so it wasn’t too bad anymore. It had been months since they were last in Japan, and as much as he loved being over in America to learn and do some network connecting, he was more than ready to be back. Not to mention he was ready to have authentic Japanese food again from his favorite restaurants . Maybe he could drop by his mom’s place and get something homemade…

“You’re looking a lot better there, Deku!” The green haired man blinked and looked up at his traveling companion, his smile brighter than the sun - as per usual. Deku returned the smile, though a softer version, and nodded.

“I’m excited to be back home. I wonder how everyone’s doing.” He turned back to the window as Mirio sat across from him and looked out his own window. One of the perks of being a top five pro hero: getting to take a private plane instead of flying commercial - not that there was anything wrong with it! He just… wasn’t comfortable with tight spaces with very little options for maneuverability.

“I’m sure they’re doing just fine, though I’m also sure you knew that.” Mirio chuckled and turned his attention to Deku, “Especially with how you’ve been constantly exchanging emails with almost everyone during our time abroad.” Deku laughed and rubbed the back of his head. It was hard not to constantly be checking for new messages during their away time. Was that clingy of him? He didn’t really think so, and he was pretty sure someone would’ve told him to chill out with the instant replies. Even Bakugo hadn’t told him off about how quick he was to respond, which was a little bit of a surprise.

“Fair. How has Suneater and Nejire-Chan been, by the way? I know you’ve been keeping up with them.” Deku turned from the window and looked at Mirio, who he was surprised to see had a conspiratorial smile and was raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Nejire told me Tamaki has a crush on one of his sidekicks!” The blonde was moving to pull out his phone to flip through his messages while Deku tried to pick up his jaw from the floor.

“That’s great! Who is it?” Mirio held his phone out to him. On the screen was a picture of Tamaki and a hero dressed in a black and white suit with white owl wings.

“She hasn’t given me their name yet, wanting me to introduce myself to them in person first so I don’t spook them or let on that they were talked about behind their back. Not that talking about a friend’s crush is all that unusual.” Mirio chuckled and shrugged as Deku handed back the phone. He smiled and nodded.

“It would probably be odd if you called them out by name without them having met you before.”

The two continued to talk, from the mystery hero to how the agencies were doing and the crime rates that they’ve been hearing about. Not to mention going over profits from their side hustle and how things were going on that front… though, it was a little hard to focus on the rest of it when the hero Tamiki was pictured with kept slipping into his thoughts.

He would probably have to go with Mirio to greet them when they landed…

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Adventures in babysitting

Overblot club

A Heart’s a Heavy Burden

Characters: Azul, Jade, Floyd, Lilia

cw// Azul Ashengrotto Typical Angst (self hatred, eating disorders, body hate, childhood trauma, past bullying) body horror (mild), fighting a fish, fish violence(?), Azul loses it part 23686482, Floyd leech typical behavior, jade leech typical behavior, Azul Ashengrotto typical behavior, bullying a child (self bullying), Cannibalism jokes

The potion swirls, delicate shimmers of pearl dust floating near the surface. Light emanates from it, blue and gold and white, sending shadows dancing around the ceiling.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive. These kids need it.”

It’s no accident that Azul found himself in the clutches of this spell. It was stupidity, and his own at that.

He had heard of the mystery potion that Sam was selling and it’s vastly wild effects it was having on others. He had even heard what happened with Riddle, and it did genuinely seem like it was helping.

And he wanted it.

He was so sure of himself, after shoving everything down for ten years, that he was already the best he could be. Yes, there was always room for better, but he didn’t need anything, not like those other poor souls.

As he sits on the floor of the VIP room, disoriented, he comes to terms with the fact he was very, very wrong.

He was dissecting the components of the potion, trying to reverse engineer the aspects, to figure out what was making it tick. Attempt after attempt to break it down, to essentially undo time and emulsification, and it was clear now that the potion had a mind of its own.

Heating and cooling and heating and cooling and stirring and un-stirring and inspecting and-

Poof.

Azul felt himself be knocked back, coughing as a mist hung in the air and clung to his every pore. He groaned, floundering to try and sit up.

When he looked down, he noticed that his pants looked…lumpy. His shoes had sipped off, and out the bottom of his pants appeared wriggling tentacles, attempting to grab onto something.

He stilled them, rubbing at his eyes. He still had his glasses on, and they still appeared to be working, so it seemed…

Half transformed. Below the waist were his tentacles, but above it he was human. He frowned, squirming. He attempted to shift back into his human form as he had done several times now, only to find he was stuck.

He grumbled, wiggling out of his pants, freeing himself from the cloth prison he was trapped in, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of the office’s carpet against his suckers.

He let out a sigh, scrubbing down his face with a free hand. This was certainly not what he was expecting to happen today, and he was not having a good time with it.

He paused when he felt something touch one of his legs, and nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned, slowly, to see what might be there.

He stared at the tiny octomer that stared back with his matching shade of silver hair and bright blue eyes, staring at him in confusion, with tears pricking at the corners of them.

“H-hello?” The tiny boy asked, hands clasping Azul’s desk.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. Absolutely not.

This thing…this child, it can’t be here. Azul frowns, staring blankly at the child. He didn’t want to respond, he didn’t want to acknowledge it’s existence, he didn’t want it to be here at all.

He inspected the child, though, finding that he was in much the same condition that he himself was in. Half human, half octopus, three hearts pumping warm blood rather than the blue normal. Gills missing, skin warm and pink, but tentacles still present and moving around, feeling at everything within reach. Ah, right, he hadn’t developed such conscious skill over them for quite a while, had he?

Little Azul stared at him, reaching out to grab his hand. “You’re an octopus, like me!” He said, trying to open a conversation again, “My name’s Azul. I…I think I’m lost.”

Azul stared at him still, trying to think of a response. What he should have said was something comforting to the lost child, but what came out was, “Man. I was truly a stupid child.”

In a second, his younger self looked like he’d been slapped, and moved away from him. It was clear he wanted to ask questions, that there was a lot on his mind, that he wanted so badly for this other mysterious octomer to like him, and…

“That’s really mean.” The kid said, tears finally slipping from his eyes, “What did I ever do to you?” He rubbed at his eyes, his gaze turning hard and cold against the older version of him. “I just wanted some help.”

Azul spluttered, surprised at his boldness. The slightest guilt tugged at him, and he glared back at the child.

“Fine. Since I’m ever so benevolent,” he gritted out, “I’ll tell you. You’re a younger, weaker version of me. We’re at night Raven college, in my office, where I run a business. People look up to me for help, because I worked hard and began an excellent mage. You,” he poked at the little boy, “Aren’t supposed to be here. So, we’re going on a trip.” He grinned maliciously, actually glaring at this child, “Nobody can see you. So we’ll need to get you covered in something.”

The elder looked around, desperately trying to find something to cover the child with in order to sneak him to the Octavinelle salt pools, just a floor away. He settled on the pants that he was previously wearing, then realized the slight issue with his plan.

Azul’s luck seemed to break even further, because when he finally looked up, he realized that the VIP room door was open.

And the child was gone.

Panic set in and he dropped the task at hand, rushing over to the door to look for the kid. It took him a little bit, since he had to work with eight legs and no water to help with movement, but he moved surprisingly fast for being on land.

He rounded the corner, only to immediately be met with Floyd’s surprised eyes. He was holding the bundle of octopus as the kid clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder.

Floyd’s expression was something Azul hadn’t ever seen before. It was equal parts angry, pity, sympathy, and surprise. He gently nudged the kid with one hand, hushing him for a moment, “Hey, baby tako, you wanna go for a swim? It’s been a while since any of us have done that. I can tell you all sorts of fun stories~” he baited, tickling Azul’s side with a soft grin.

Little Azul looked up, sniffling and wiping his eyes (and mouth, Azul noted. Floyd’s scarf was covered in ink now, which made his stomach twist with a rage he couldn’t explain) The kid finally gave him a smile, one that made his eyes crinkle and his chubby cheeks bulge and turn a little pink. “You wanna swim with me?” He asked, looking at Floyd with adoration, “A-are you sure? I’m not very fast…” He said, beginning to deflate.

“That’s alright,” Floyd said, “If you wanna go faster, you can just grab my fin. I can take us really fast.” He gave him a little mischievous wink, then adjusted his grip, sitting the tiny octopus on his waist.

The commotion around the VIP room caught the attention of Jade, who had previously been in the kitchen teaching Lilia some cooking techniques since Mostro wasn’t open. He dismissed himself for a quick moment, making his way over to his brother. When his eyes settled on the bundle of joy settled into Floyd’s arms, he was equally surprised and somewhat delighted. Now, that’s a sight he hasn’t seen since they were children.

“Oya? Is that a young Azul I spy?” He asked playfully, knowing full well of the answer, “I wasn’t expecting such a delightful visitor today, but it is surely worth shuffling around my schedule for.”

“Nee~ Nee~ we’re gonna go swimming in the pool!” Floyd cheered, leaning in to nibble gently on one of Azul’s squirming tentacles. He didn’t bite down hard, but it still made Azul yelp in surprise and retract it. “You’ll come too, right? Oh, and Big Azul has to come!” He said, turning to look at the merman sitting on the floor.

Jade leaned over just a bit to peer at him, looking even more surprised an amused than before. “I suppose he will. Azul, why are you transformed in your office?”

Azul frowned and crossed his arms, letting out a fussy huff, “I can’t turn back. I’m stuck like this. It happened when the…that,” he pointed at his younger self, “showed up.”

“He has a name, y’know.” Floyd said, sounding slightly irritated, “he’s Azul.”

“I’m Azul.” The 17 year old defended, glaring at the child, “That is a mistake.”

Little Azul looked ready to cry, but settled for glaring at his older self and spitting ink at him.

Four things happened at once. The twins burst out laughing, while Little Azul looked mildly terrified. Older Azul began crawling across the floor on all limbs at Floyd, looking utterly terrifying for once. Little Azul, in response, began to shriek in fear. And the cries of a child in distress alerted Lilia, who rushed out of the kitchen holding a pot and a kitchen knife, poised to attack the threat at hand. This did not help, and Little Azul began to cry on top of screaming, resulting in a lot of very uncomfortable eardrums and a whole lot of ink being spewed.

Lilia threw the knife to the side and made arms for little Azul, holding the blubbering mess close and trying to soothe him. Older Azul, on the other hand, was currently being lifted by Floyd in a nelson hold, arms trapped firmly due to having pesky bones, and tentacles dangling underfoot. It wasn’t easy for Floyd to do this, since Azul could still control his legs and was also larger than the eel by quite a lot, but he managed through the power of sheer Will and a little bit of non-gentle biting.

Jade had left to turn off whatever was going on in the kitchen, and returned with a giant cardboard box normally used for ingredients. Floyd proceeded to shove Azul’s bottom half into it, much to the octopus’s dismay.

With the elder Azul thinking clearly, he could see that, yknow, maybe he shouldn’t have picked a fight with a child. Even if he felt that since that child was him it was fair, it was still a bad call on his part, especially when missing the Appropriate Body To Fight. Now, missing part of one of his legs, he was tired and miffed and ready to give up because this couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh, look at you! You’re so soft and squishy, I could just gobble you up! Are you hungry, little guy? I can make you something and bring it to you.” Lilia cooed at little Azul.

Nope, no, nope, he can’t do it. This is officially the worst day of his life and he wants to stop existing right now, especially when the kid giggles and nods along, looking excited.

He shrieked further into his new cardboard octopus box, sulking and seething. His tentacles writhe in anger, and Floyd smacks one away from Lilia’s cape.

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Floyd asks, clearly annoyed and extremely bluntly, “Why are you bein’ mean to little Octy?”

Azul scoffed, “You haven’t called me that in forever.”

“You haven’t been that in forever.” Floyd says, “‘n you avoided the question. Why are you pickin’ on a kid?”

Jade took that moment to crouch beside him, “Didn’t you say after your overblot that you would stop trying to erase your past?”

Azul glared, watching Lilia play with his young self, “I’m not attempting to erase my past. I simply don’t wish to be reminded of it.”

Floyd groaned, reaching down and flicking Azul’s head, “you’re bein’ a buzzkill. Nobody’s here to see it but us-“

“And the Diasomnia Vice Housewarden!” Azul protested.

“And Flapjack octopus.” Floyd corrected, “But he’s harmless. C’mon, stop being so grumpy and just have fun.”

“This is a rare opportunity.” Jade added, eyes twinkling, “It’s not every day you get to see yourself like this.”

Azul frowned, then turned to where he could see Lilia and the younger Azul.

“Wow, they’re so cool!” Lilia was saying, bent over to his little tentacles, “and you can feel with all of them?”

“Yeah!” He cheered, face warm with all the praise he was receiving, “I learned how to write with them too! I can write grimoires super fast now!”

Lilia smiled, “That’s so clever! I’m not surprised at all you grew up to be so clever.” He said, reaching up to pinch Azul’s cheek playfully.

The little merman giggled, shooing away Lilia’s hand half heartedly, “You think so? The other kids say I’m clumsy and slow.”

Lilia shook his head, “Everyone has different strengths. If there’s something they can do that you can’t, there’s probably a lot that you can do that they can’t. Speed has nothing to do with it.”

Azul tilted his head, then slowly shook it, “No, I mean…well, yeah, physically slow, but like…mentally.”

Lilia’s eyebrows shot up, “They call you stupid?”

Azul nodded, eyes downcast, “You probably think that too now, right?”

The fae laughed, “No, of course not. That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve been around quite some time.” He smiled easily at the kid, “You know octopuses are considered one of the smartest animals on earth, right?”

Azul shifted, tentacles splaying in what may have been an attempt to stand, the suckers popping softly against the surface of the table he was currently perched on. “Really?”

“Really.” Lilia confirmed, patting his head, “They’re known as great escape artists, and they have a lot of brainpower. It doesn’t surprise me that you’re so smart.”

The child beamed at him, squirming a little in happiness. His tentacles began to move too, in their own little rhythmic dance, and he made little popping sounds with his mouth.

The faerie observed this with wonder and amusement, taking it in for a moment before joyfully joining him. He floated into the air and began to wiggle his legs around, kicking them back and forth while he made popping sounds with his mouth as well.

This seemed to please little Azul, who added in a lilting trilling sounds and began to flap his wrists excitedly.

The elder Azul simply stared on in wonderment. “Did I always do that?” He asked the twins idly.

“All the time.” Floyd grinned, “sometimes you still do some of it. The popping, mostly.”

“And the wrist flapping, when you’re stressed.” Jade agreed, “It’s rather…endearing.”

“Can we go swimming?” The kid called, “I feel all dry, I don’t like it.”

This brought everyone back to the task at hand, and immediately the twins jumped to action.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going!” Floyd cheered, scooping up the octopus box.

Jade came over to take little Azul, only to find that the octopus was rather attached to Lilia now.

“Mister Lilia, will you come swimming with us?” He asked with big, pleading eyes.

Lilia couldn’t say no to a face like that, he would be heartless. Azul, on the other hand, was completely capable and willing to decline for him.

“Lilia’s very busy, now let Jade carry you.”

Lilia rolled his eyes with no real heat and said, “I’d love to go swimming. Shall I carry you?”

Little Azul lit up, immediately clinging with all of his limbs to Lilia, giggling at the movement of walking. Jade followed behind, grabbing a few things like towels along the way, but nobody paid much mind. Floyd was too busy trying to shove Azul back in the box while Lilia tickled the little octomer with a serene smile.

Azul was unceremoniously dumped into the salt pool (which was more so just an opening to the rest of the ocean, since octavinelle is underwater). He spluttered and pushed hair from his face, only to see Floyd frowning down at him. “Stop being such an asshole about the kid. He’s just you.” He said before promptly jumping into the pool.

The other Azul is set down gently into the water by Lilia, who then went off to the side to begin undoing his 50,000 goth chains and belts so he could wear just a tshirt and pants in the pool. He could have used magic, like a normal person, but the little Azul seemed entranced by the sound of chains and buckles clacking against each other.

Actually, so did big Azul, who ended up unconsciously floating closer and closer to the edge of the pool next to his younger self until they were right beside each other, both staring at Lilia and trilling softly.

It was until Lilia stopped that Azul had realized what he had been doing, and practically sprung away from his younger self, face warm a soft purple.

Oh, look at that, now that they’re in the water he’s gone back to his full form. So has the child, come to think of it. The potion must change with triggers, he thinks idly.

He sinks under the water, blinking as his eyes adjust to the dark. He lets out a sigh, bubbles escaping his mouth.

He hates to admit it, but it feels nice being able to breathe for once. This spell…this curse, as he’s beginning to call it, is messing with him. Surely it’s a punishment of some kind. This is no blessing, it’s exactly as shady and twisted as the deals he makes, and he’s on the receiving end!

He lets himself float for a while, tentacles just barely touching the surface of the sand below him. He can hear water splashing above, and the muffled sounds of joy and laughter, and he simply can’t bring himself to be mad anymore.

The twins are right. That…. His younger self, he acknowledges. He hasn’t done anything, and even if he harbors that inner hate…he really is just a child. He doesn’t know what’s happened, or even what’s going on now. So why? Why does he hate that child so much?

His heart sinks as he hears the deep, rumbling sound of a predator nearby. A long, slim silhouette crosses above him, blocking out the sun for a moment. When he looks up, he sees the shimmery body of a large, hungry barracuda.

Headed for the little octomer he wants to be rid of.

The little octomer that has done nothing but try and be friends, he reminds himself. The little octomer who was pleased to see him. The little octomer that was also, literally his younger self. His past made manifest.

He grit his teeth, propelling himself toward the barracuda, fists clenched. No, he wouldn’t be feasting on anything today. And besides, maybe beating the shit out of a fish would make him feel a little better. Release some pressure, or something.

He wastes no time in grappling the barracuda, managing to latch onto it with his whole body. He’s got his fingers in it’s gills, which he knows is uncomfortable as shit, and is trying to shove its head in a different direction. He’s squeezing it intensely, making it wriggle and writhe in his grip, as he forces its mouth shut with one hand, the other still grappling its gills.

Unable to make it change course, he resorts to just smacking the shit out of its snout and screaming incoherently with the rage of two years of nonstop paperwork and ten years of pent up self hatred coming to light.

All the tussling catches Floyd’s attention. He slips down under water, leaving Jade in charge of playing with Azul for a few moments (not that either of them min) as he slinks down to where Azul is still smacking the 6 foot fish that’s literally 1/6th of his size.

“Ya need any help?” He drawls casually, a wicked smile playing on his lips, “Sharing is caring, you know.”

“I’m good!” Azul chirps, a slightly crazed look in his eye as he balls himself up before flinging the barracuda harshly against a rock, “Thanks though.”

Floyd pouts dramatically, “C’mon, I wanna play too! I left little Takoyaki to check on you.”

Azul sighs and gestures to the fish swimming away, “I suppose I’ve had my fun. If you wanna chase after it, be my guest.”

Floyd grins, planting a wet kiss mockingly on Azul’s cheek before darting after the fish, overtaking it in no time.

Azul lets out a little humph before turning and beginning to meander back toward the surface of the pool. He gets closer, then sighs again before coming above the surface to tread beside his younger self, looking entirely too awkward for someone that’s literally just near his own self.

Jade had the Azul on his ‘lap’, tail flicking over them to splash the kid with water. He looked more like a sea otter than an eel, Azul thinks, watching the two play. It’s odd to see the twins so soft, especially with someone who as literally just him but younger, but he supposes they’re softer with children regardless.

Jade leans in and whispers something to the kid that he can’t hear, glancing over his way. When little Azul turns to look at him, he realizes that something he isn’t going to like is about to happen.

Suddenly, the two mermen disappear under the water, going further and further down. When they don’t resurface for a bit, Azul can’t help but feel a little rejected. Yes, he knows that he rejected them first, he even recognizes that he’s being an asshole, but still. It’s just reopening some old wounds.

This spiraling thought process is broken by Lilia, who’s sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in.

“You know, Ashengrotto, it seems like you were a delightful child.” He has calmly, watching as Azul blushes.

“I appreciate your kind comment.” He says, scrambling for the upper hand, “I appreciate you taking time out of your day to attend to this matter, as well. If you’d like, I believe it’s under control at the moment, if you have other business.”

Lilia raised an eyebrow and let out a hearty laugh, leaning back, “You sound so serious. It’s really no big issue. I miss having children around, they’re always such a joy.”

“Oh.” Azul says, swimming a little closer, though he kept most of his body under the surface, “do you have lots of younger siblings then?”

Lilia laughs again, smiling down at him, “Something like that. For a long time, my home had younger kids in them. Childhood is such a gift. To see young people experience things for the first time, and develop themselves? It’s lovely to see who they grow up to be and where they came from.” He said nostalgically, gaze distant. His eyes train down on Azul quickly though, and he gives him a sympathetic smile, “I suppose, though, it might be upsetting to some. You, in particular, seem to harbor a lot of anger. Especially toward him.”

Azul contemplated this for a moment, tracing the black skin around his wrists. He thought hard before quietly admitting, “I wasn’t good enough.”

“Huh?” Lilia asked, seemingly surprised by his answer, “What makes you say that?”

“Too fat. Too slow. Too stupid. Too lazy.” He said, each with a pause longer than the last, “Just…not enough. Or too much, maybe?” He followed a crack between the edge of the pool and the concrete beside it with his finger, eyes trained with it, “I want to be better.”

They sat in silence for a while. Azul found himself relaxing into it, like a weight was lifted from his chest, while Lilia seemed to just be thinking hard on what to say.

“I think,” Lilia finally began, speaking just loud enough for him to hear, “perhaps, the issue wasn’t you. It was others expectations of you. You were simply doing what you needed to in order to survive as a child, right?”

The silence returned, and Azul felt that his silver tongue had turned to lead. “But..” he tried. He couldn’t find anything to refute that, no logical argument could be made. Everything left was stuck in his feelings, and, well…

It was quiet. Lilia gave him the grace and space to think as he splashed around in the water, sending little droplets across the top.

Azul lifted his head from his arms when he felt the gentle tap of a hand on his shoulder, and the intertwining of tentacles around his own. He turned to look, and was met with his younger self, as well as both twins. Jade was holding a collection of…something, while Floyd was swimming back and forth in circles just a few feet away.

Little Azul was right next to him, hopefully holding out something. It was a coin. Unpolished, and certainly not rare, but it still glittered against the light.

“Here.” The little merman said, “it’s for you.”

Azul stared, eyes flicking between the coin and his younger self. He gingerly took the coin from his outstretched hands, then clenched it tightly. He placed it against the lip of the pool, then smiled at the child, “Thank you.” He said softly, offering the child his hand, “Would you like to go find more with me? I’m sure your coin hunting skills are on par with my own.”

Both octomers finally smiled, together, and slipped under the surface.

The elder took little Azul’s hand, guiding him carefully. He could swim faster, since he was bigger, but decided to let himself move slower.

The slowly sink to the seabed below, tentacles splaying with the soft impact. The younger Azul immediately began to search for coins again, tugging on the elder, “I found the last one this way!”

He lets himself be tugged along by the child, hovering not far behind. The water is murky, and he can’t tell if it’s from being so far down or from feelings being let out.

His hand finds Little Azul’s, clasping it with a desperation he didn’t know he had.

“I’m sorry.” He says, settling down, “I’m so sorry.”

He feels little hands wiping at his cheeks, and looks up to see big blue worried eyes.

“It’s okay,” the kid says, “You did what you thought was best.”

Azul stares at his younger self, completely silent and at a loss for words.

“Can we be friends now?” The kid asks, looking hopeful, “Nobody else gets me.”

“They can’t.” Azul says softly, “They don’t have the brainpower.”

It earns a giggle from little Azul, and a wide smile. “Let’s find more coins!” He grins, beginning to swim off. His eyes are trained down into the sand, hands sifting through greedily.

Azul follows suit, using all of his tentacles to aid in the mission. He ends up disturbing a crab, who pinches one of his tendrils and scuttles off. He pouts for a moment when his younger self laughs a little, but it turns into surprise when he chases it and brings it back.

“I’m sorry Mister Crab.” He coos to the creature perched in his tiny hands, “We didn’t mean to disturb you. We were looking for coins!” The crab, as expected, has no reaction, but little Azul laughs anyway before swimming off with him. He perched him on a rock, carefully. “I won’t move you too far, but this way we don’t bother you again. Goodbye, Mister crab!”

The young merman returns to his elder self, smiling widely. “He said he’s sorry for pinching you.” He says seriously, “are you okay?”

Azul smiles, patting his head, “I’m quite alright. Shall we return to our hunt?”

The two spend hours at the bottom of the sea, sifting through sand. They find various things, several of which little Azul keeps, that are not coins. Shells, sea glass, various shiny pieces of what’s, quite honestly, trash, bottle caps, pieces of kelp, bleached coral, and even a few pearls and gemstones.

Azul is surprised at just how much they find, but more so what his younger self deems valuable.

“This shell is pink inside!” He chirps happily, showing his elder self, “It looks soft! I like it!” He then proceeds to hold it in one of his tentacles as he continues to search.

“This is so shiny!” He holds up a piece of foil from a pop tart, discarded carelessly into the sea, “I could look at it for hours!”

“Why did you choose that?” He asks, pointing at the stones in his hands

Little Azul looks up and beams at him, “They’re chlora…clo…chlololora…”

“Chlorastrolite.” He supplies gently.

“Chlorastrolbites!” He says, smiling, “yeah, those! They’re green, like Jade and Floyd. I wanna give it to them.”

He holds out the pieces out to show Azul. They look as though it’s been split in half, giving two even, matching pieces.

Azul gives a watery smile, scooping up his little self, “I’m sure they’ll appreciate them greatly.”

Little Azul smiles even wider than before, all of his pearly white teeth on full display. He wiggled around, tentacles thumping gently in time with him before he stopped, “I found something for you too!” Little Azul squirms around a little before one of his tendrils comes up to plop something in his hand.

He turns to the elder Azul, proudly holding out his treasure.

In his hand is a small chunk of lavender aragonite, slightly smooth due to probably tumbling around in the sand for quite some time. The little octomer looks proud of himself, and he should be.

Azul takes it from him, settling down in the sand to be at his level. He cradles it gently with both hands, looking between it and him. “This is beautiful,” he says softly, “thank you.”

The young Azul smiles, looking wiser than his years. He looks up to find Jade and Floyd swimming their way. Floyd wraps himself around the little Azul, scooping him up with his tail. He turns to Jade with a grin, saying, “I win!”

Jade merely laughs a little and nods, “That you did.”

Little Azul pats at Floyd, saying, “I think it’s time I leave soon.”

The three mermen look confused. Jade raises an eyebrow as he asks, “What do you mean, ‘go’?”

Little Azul laughs a bit, “I can’t stay forever. I have to go back soon. Azul’s almost better.”

“Huh?” Azul asks, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” the child says, snuggling himself closer to Floyd, “You will.”

It’s evident that they won’t be getting any answers from him about his cryptic words, and Floyd simply shrugs. He squeezes little Azul against himself, pressing his face into the kid’s shoulder, “You’re so soft. ‘Zul isn’t nearly as fun to snuggle.” He mumbles, “You’re so soft and cute.”

“Don’t bite me.” Azul says seriously, “I don’t like that.”

Floyd pouts and groans dramatically, “Fiiiine, I guess.”

Jade comes over to join and scoops little Azul from his twin’s arms, “I’ve barely had any time to spend with you, have I? I’d like to state for the record that I have missed you as much as Floyd has.”

Azul stares, wide eyed at the twins being so gentle. He couldn’t remember a time in his life that they were ever so soft with him, even when they were children themselves.

Jade and Floyd grin at each other before swimming in opposite directions, Jade still gripping onto the kid as they swim, which makes him giggle in delight.

Then, in a few moments, the twins are tossing Azul back and forth gently, using their tales to fling him and catch him in turn. They’re swimming fast, probably faster than Azul had ever gone in his life, and it looked like the kid was having a ton of fun.

It made him jealous for a moment, actually. It had been so long since he’d played. He was only seventeen, but he felt much older in that moment. When was the last time he had fun like that, he wondered? It had been years…

He reached out with one tentacle, snatching his younger self. Everyone turned to look at him as he grinned wickedly, then took his turn tossing the kid to Floyd.

Time seemed to no longer exist for them, the three friends and their younger companion. It felt like a summer day spent at the pool, warm and bright and cool all at once.

But like a summer day, things would have to come to an end.

Little Azul swam sleepily over to his elder self, pushing himself into his arms. “It’s time I go now.” He said softly, letting out a little yawn.

Azul frowned, petting his hair absently, “What do you mean?”

Little Azul looked up and smiled at him sympathetically, “It’s time I go home.”

Azul was at a loss for words. He tried to think, how could he explain this? They weren’t close to home, they were at college, he couldn’t just leave, especially not on his own! He’s just a little kid.

Little Azul settled himself completely in his arms, and he barely noticed. He felt the warmth at his chest, and the stares of the twins trained on him.

He looked down, to find the tiny octopus merman seemingly asleep. His eyelids fluttered with movement, but the tiny snores he let out told him that it was just REM.

He pulled him closer, murmuring a soft, “Sleep well, little guy. I’ll protect you.”

And with that, the child began to glow faintly, shimmering and shining like the potion had earlier. He leaned further into Azul, and he felt something odd. Then, with a soft pop, little Azul was gone.

Azul spluttered, as in the same moment, his legs returned. He yelped in surprise and confusion, but luckily Jade and Floyd were there. Floyd grabbed him and began to swim him right back to the surface, where Azul began to splutter, coughing out a little water and taking in fresh air.

Jade surfaced next to him, hopping out of the water. He transformed back to human, paying no mind that Lilia was still sitting near the pool, and walked to his clothes. With a wave of his pen, he was dry and fully clothed. He then returned to Azul, helping him out of the pool and doing much the same for him.

Azul shook, still reeling from what transpired.

Lilia came to stand beside him. He reached out, grabbing his forearm gently.

Azul jumped and looked up, frantic eyes locked on Lilia’s.

Lilia gave him a knowing look, and gently said, “Are you quite alright, Ashengrotto?”

It took him a moment to collect himself and find his words. He was leaning heavily into Jade’s grip, and could feel his questioning eyes watching him again.

“Azul!” Floyd yelled.

He turned, eyebrow raised, “Huh?”

Floyd smiled, crossing his arms on the lip of the pool and resting his head on them, “Can we have Takoyaki for dinner tonight?”

Azul flushed and stuttered out, “Wha- I- h-“

Floyd laughed, tail lapping at the waves behind him, “We were good, weren’t we Jade? I didn’t even bite the little octopus!”

“If I recall correctly, you did actually do that.”

“But not hard!” He pouted, “‘n I’m hungry. All that swimming worked up an appetite.”

Azul laughed softly, somewhat in amusement and somewhat in disbelief. He sighed, “Yeah, you guys can have Takoyaki tonight.”

“On the house?”

“Well now, that’s a little much don’t you think?” Azul said deadpan, though all three knew he was joking.

He turned back to Lilia, brain finally having caught up to his question, “I…I think I’m okay. I feel a little…weird. I’m not sure how to describe it. Heavier, somehow? Denser?”

Lilia laughed a little, patting his arm, “Yes, I suppose a heart is a heavy burden, isn’t it?”

Azul gawked and flushed, crossing his arms. “Are you trying to say you thought me heartless?”

“Well, I mean no offense by it, but I don’t believe you were in touch with it much, were you?”

He glared half heartedly, then blinked. “I…one moment. I forgot something.”

Jade lifted an eyebrow in confusion as Azul took off his blazer, then promptly dove into the water.

Floyd exchanged a confused look with Jade before diving down to follow the dorm leader, tail spraying Jade and Lilia with water ‘accidentally’ as he turned.

Azul had puffed cheeks as he was frantically looking around, grabbing at the sand below.

Mister Crab seemed to take pity on him, and brought him exactly what he was looking for when he saw that he was running out of air.

When Azul turned to look, Floyd was hovering beside him, watching in confusion.

“You get it?” He asked when he saw his full hands.

Azul nodded, letting out a bubble of air. He was beginning to panic, and his lungs were beginning to burn. Curse his forgetfulness, both in regards to his pen and to forgetting the treasures.

Floyd swam him back to the surface (again) and Azul spat out some water, dumping the contents of his hands on the edge of the pool before brushing his wet hair from his face.

“Thank you, Floyd.” He said softly to him.

Floyd hummed, wrapping himself around Azul, “Yeah, I know. You owe me double that Takoyaki though.” He teased, before resting his head on his shoulder, “What’d you get?”

Azul flushed, squirming in Floyd grip a moment before sighing a little, “Little me had something for you. And me, actually.”

Jade approached the edge of the pool, crouching down beside the two still inside. “Oya? And what’s this?”

Azul’s hands shook as he held up the twin pieces of chlorastrolite, “He said, ‘they remind me of Jade and Floyd, and I want to give it to them’.”

Floyd chirped as he took the gemstone, admiring it. He squeezed around Azul a little tighter, humming, “Aww, I knew you loved us.”

“Wha- no!” He protested, face bright pink, “I simply appreciate you a lot!”

“Mhm, sure.” Floyd said. He looked behind Jade, checking to see if Lilia was still around. Evidently, he had left while they were underwater. He bit his lip before saying, very casually and somewhat teasing, “Love you too, ‘Zul.”

Jade took his piece with the upmost care, resting it in the palm of his gloved hand. He admired each part of it, before muttering,“I second that, Floyd.”

Azul looked away, staring toward the doorway. He felt that if he blushed any harder he might actually catch on fire, “Good, good. We all love each other. Now, I, uh….I think I have…work.” He coughed into his hand, finally getting out of the water, his clothes completely soaked. “This was pleasant. I appreciate the time we had together today. I think it’s time to, uh…yeah.” He picked up his gem from where it laid beside the pool and shoved it into his pocket. “I’ll see you later.”

“Takoyaki!” Floyd called out after him, “I mean it!”

Azul laughed and waved a hand to let him know he heard him as he left the room, feeling a lot better than he had when the day started.

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Thought I might say hello and make some small talk, seeing that I'm camping on your trafficshipping tag and all.

Well hi! Lovely place you've got here. Fantastic art, GREAT vibes, very nice. I'm specially enjoying your character rambling; your takes on them are super interesting and they tickle my brain 👀

May I send Divorce Fource/Quartet and Majorwood for the shipping bingo? Divorce Fource were a right mess (affectionate <3) and a perfect one at that, but I can't help but wonder how the recipe would have turned out if the soul ties were Cleo-Pearl, Martyn-Scott.

Also there is so much potential in Limlife Majorwood for eroguro if you're nasty. Which I am. Time cannibalism, respawning mechanics, birthday time... blender go brrrr 👀

!!!!!!!

y'all are really enabling my habit of long ass posts huh 😭😭

OK SO first off thankyou so much?? thats so sweet?????? 😭😭 i really don't think my character ramblings are anything special, but i like reading other ppls insane takes so i thought i'd provide others with the same 👍

not to get too into it but i feel like a series like life smp is best enjoyed with your own crazy delulu takes (similar to touhou if anyone heres familiar w/ that fandom). and it makes me kinda sad to see ppl arguing abt whats 'canon' or 'correct' cus that's no fun lol

ANYWAY yeah uh im glad u like the vibes!! :J

TREEBARK

this one first cus chronology. I honestly don't know if there's anything I can say here that hasn't been said before? But yeah they're. tasty. something about martyn waiting the entirety of third life to betray ren and never getting the chance and now longing to have him back. lots of regret but regret. for what. yknow. and ren always looking out for martyn even from a distance. and then martyn losing that connection in limlife.

yeah i can see why people ship lmao

uhh i don't really know what else to write here so have some of my insane ramblings copy+pasted from my shipping doc 👍

Martyn fancies himself a schemer, someone who's not afraid to play the game the way it's intended. If that means earning a powerful ally's trust only to shatter it then he was going to do it. Only, Martyn's bark is worse than his bite, and every night he spends in lying awake in those soft, warm sheets that Ren had laid out just for him (freshly washed too, he might add. Smelled like sunshine) he wonders if he can do it. He can, of course. (he can't. he won't. he's too soft. soft and useless.) He'd cut his head off already. (he wants to vomit) (this is why no one needs you. wants you. loves you) Who cares about other people anyway? He is the only one who really matters. (the thought of being alone makes him want to cry) Ren, on the other hand, is a capable leader. The definition of loyal and dependable, if not a bit dramatic. He struggles with self-worth, being good enough, useful enough, powerful enough. But to others, he's the opposite, caring and protective of any who would ask for his aid. After all, every citizen deserves to live in safety and comfort, and providing that is what a good King would do. ~ Martyn's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Ren knows. Ren sees the signs. It's a death game for a reason. But he doesn't let Martyn know. He doesn't even hold it against him. He doesn't see the bloodthirst anymore, only the broken pieces lying underneath. ~ or the King's Hand, it was the thrill of feeling Useful, Powerful, Feared (loved). He was going to miss it after he betrayed him, the high of bloodlust, the smell in the air as he charged into battle. (the way his hands held him so gently) For the King himself, deep down he knew it was never to be. He had met a monster, but he hoped his efforts calmed the storm ever so slightly. On some days, he pretends to forget about the death game entirely and imagines the speech he'd give to retire his Hand. "You don't have to fight anymore," he'd say, "I'll take care of you from now on, I promise. So put the sword down, okay?" But in the end, it was all a fantasy, wasn't it?

^ yes this is so cheesy but so are they.

Cry with me again Smile with me again Scream with me again Sing with me again Dance with me again Talk to me again…

"Lower One's Eyes" (Oktavia translyrics)

MAJORWOOD

I think.. I talk too much abt scott seeing as that's who everyone points out when it comes to my headcanons 😭😭 but uh i swear everyone else is just as messed up. and martyn is like. just as bad if not worse (if that wasn't made clear from my ramblings before)

anyway uh say it with me rebound 👏 relationship 👏

i think they're both.. very numb to it all once limlife rolls around. they're just tired and have this mutual understanding and both think they're horrible people. martyn just wants to play the game. scott doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

but ofc, they're both still human and want love and comfort, so they try to seek that from one another. even if it's fake. even if it doesn't matter in the end.

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation! Two fools singing to a shallow melody Restart, reflation, teleportation Time and again we’re stuck in rotation Circles inside a love without any ending

MKDR (SirHamnet Lyrics)

Scott uses Martyn as a replacement for Jimmy and Martyn uses Scott as a replacement for Ren. they know they dislike eachother (see: all of double life) and that only one of them will make it out alive. but they can't get that love and comfort from anyone else now.

also uhhh eroguro my beloved...... im assuming this is getting brought up cus of my mentions of loving eroguro in the past. and yes to all of that very much i agree. but i do have kind of.. a limit to what i do w/ these characters specifically because of the fandom/ccs (at least publicly). if i ever do decide to share the nastier stuff in my head or go into detail on gore and whatnot i'd probs make a sideblog and tuck it away and maybe block scott and martyn for always somehow showing up on my posts lmao

#asks #ask games #trafficshipping #treebark #majorwood #the 'team BEST/divorce quartet enjoyer' thing in my pinned is just code for #'i will go insane abt any ship involving any of these guys'#i didn't do divorce quartet as a whole soz just cus that would be WAYY TOO LONG Actually 😭😭#and also a lot of it i feel is already covered thru majorwood and zombiewood #but yeah they're so messed up therapy aint helping that situation y'all need lawyers

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latenightartist-author · 2 years

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Save me

Pairing: NBC Hannibal x reader

summary: Hannibal and Y/n have been avoiding talking about where their relationship stands. Are they friends or lovers? Due to this Y/n has been avoiding him. Hannibal found the distance odd and tried to call her one day but was answered by a man. Y/n was kidnapped now Hannibal need to come to the rescue.

Warning: Language, Kidnapping, blood, implied cannibalism, alcoholism, assault(not sexual)

Note: I don't condone cannibalism but Hannibal is hot and I'm a sucker for fanfics where the reader is hurt/kidnapped/insulted and the character comes to save her.

Hannibal sat in his office. It was late and he was working on his drawings. He looked at his phone to see if there was any phone calls from Y/n. He and Y/n had been close for several years and he knew she loved him. He loved her but being the Chesapeake ripper made that a bit complicated for him. He saw no messages or calls. Usually she'd send him at least a picture of whatever food she tried to make.

He called her number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Then a voice he didn't reconize. A mans voice with painful sounds in the background.

"Someone finally called to check on her," the mans voice laughed, "I guess someone did call for you whore." Hannibal's grip on his pencil tightened as he heard the man address Y/n with such a vulgar name.

"Where is she?" he asked sounding calm

"Hannibal, don't listen to him!⎯ mm" Y/n shouted before someone muffled her. Hannibal slipped His scapula into his sleeve as he wrote down the address that Y/n's kidnapper gave him. When the kidnapper hung up. Y/n glared at him, "I hope you know what you just did."

Y/n had recently found out Hannibal was the ripper that the FBI was looking for that's why she started distancing herself. It scared her not that he was a serial killer what scared her was that she wasn't bothered by it and that scared her. She wanted to be with him. It brought her comfort at this moment though because she knew that Hannibal would save her and her kidnapper would either be torn to shreds or made into Hannibal's dinner.

Her kidnapper looked at her as she got lost in her thoughts. He took advantage of the moment and started beating on her. He punched her and she refused to give him a reaction. He stabbed her side. She was holding onto the thought that Hannibal would save her but she didn't want him to kill someone for her. As the kidnapper punched her a final time the chair she was tied to fell over and her nose started bleeding. She heard the door bust open and Hannibal shout her name.

"Y/n, My dear, are you okay?"

"What do you think, Doctor?" She snapped at him irritated by the pain, "Sorry Hannibal, I just hurt all over."

"Don't close your eye, I'll be right back. Now I'll deal with you." Hannibal got out his scalpel and started his work on the man who took you from him. Y/n saw what he was doing and was slowly getting more and more tired.

"Han, I can't stay awake." She muttered and Hannibal slit the kidnappers throat before going to get Y/n. When she came to again she was in Hannibal's room. He was stitching the knife wound shut, "Hannibal. That man what happened?" she asked as Hannibal removed his gloves.

"I killed him for hurting you. It was for your safety." He started to get worried that Y/n would freak out and call the police.

"Hannibal," she could see the worry in his eye, "I know who you are."

"Humor me then. Who am I?"

"The Chesapeake Ripper."

"How do you know?"

"All the missing parts, they were in your fridge when I went to get some juice the other day."

"So you're afraid of me?"

"No," Hannibal looked at her, "What I'm scared of is the fact that it doesn't bother me like it should. I should be scared. I should run from you. Instead lately I find myself wanting to be near you. Making excuses to come see you in your free time." Y/n looked at him and sat up a little bit more. Hannibal helped her, "I think- No. I know that I'm in love with you. I shouldn't but I do."

"I know you do. I have known for a while. Why do you think I came for you? And killed him?" He put his hand on her face and moved to kiss her but she stopped him, "What's wrong?"

"Have you brushed your teeth or at least used mouthwash since you last ate?" she really didn't want even a particle of human meat to enter her mouth.

"Yes and I promise I won't have you partake in my preference unless you are ready or want to." she smiled, "Now may I kiss you?" Y/n nodded and Hannibal moved closer and kissed her, "I love you, my dear."

"I love you too."

#hannibal x reader #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannibal x y/n #hannibal x you #whump #angst

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ao3feed-itafushi · 27 days

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Strumming My Pain With His Fingers

by elijjj “Having fun?” Those two words are enough to send shivers down Itadori's spine. As Megumi stared at his lover cheating on him with some man he barely recognize, he couldn't help but feel the waves of anger flowing through his veins making him shudder. He wasn't oblivious, but seeing them in action made his already prepared plan go into motion. A stained knife. Sharp and shiny against the light with a killing gaze even for something without eyes. "The man you cheated on me with looks so peaceful...do you also want to be peaceful?" Itadori trembled in fear, and before he could talk, Megumi did something so disgusting but undeniably arousal making him lose his already faltering sanity "Fuck..." Words: 3581, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Light Angst, Light BDSM, Hand Jobs, Nipple Play, Cannibalism, Psychological Torture, Psychopaths In Love, Top Fushiguro Megumi, Bottom Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi is So Done, Itadori Yuuji Loves Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji Needs a Hug, Cheating, Stranger Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Nausea, Finger Sucking, Anal Fingering, Magic Fingers, Ass Play, Licking, Fucked Up, Threesome - M/M/M, Dead People, Disturbing Themes, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Forced Masturbation, Weird Plot Shit, Weird Fluff, Assassination Attempt(s), Murder, Angry Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Use, Drugged Sex, Minor Character Death, Conflict, Betrayal, Partner Betrayal, Crazy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Come Eating, Eating, Object Penetration, Multiple Penetration, Title from a Disturbed Song, Please Don't Kill Me, Come Swallowing, Ratings: R, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Physical Abuse, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Short One Shot, One Shot, Killing Stalking References, Song: Killing Me Softly (Roberta Flack), Improvised Sex Toys, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/V6ot5kh

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irradiatedcatboy · 11 months

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Commissioned art of my Courier Julius made by DrowzyDeer.

Courier Julius

Stats:

Strength : 2

Perspection: 6

Endurance : 2

Charisma : 7

Intelligence : 6

Agility : 7

Luck : 7

Tag skills: Repair, Science, Speech, Sneak

Traits: Skilled, Wild wasteland

Companions: ED-E & Vulpes (I love mods)

Name:

He barely remembers anything from before he was shot by Benny. When he joined the Legion Caesar gave him a new name and identity: Julius

(I usually just call him courier because I’m lazy.)

Age: 26-28

Gender: Trans male

Karma: Evil

Disclaimer! I changed some stuff since the canon and honest hearts sucks. First I made Caesar trans because why not? I think it makes his character and ideology much more interesting. Also Joshua and Caesar were lovers and Vulpes is their biological son. Fox boy doesn’t know it. Pretty much everything else is the same tho.

Backstory:

He grew up in a vault separated from everything. (Yes I gave him the same backstory as the lone wanderer) He’s mean, holds grudges and has superiority complex towards most people of the wasteland. He views them as dirty and uncivilized. In the vault he received standard education and learned many useful skills that would later help him survive the outside world.

He left the vault few years before in the hopes of better life. He was a spoiled brat and had no idea how rough things would be outside.

His new focus in life is finding a place to stay and maybe have a stable life at some point.

During the game:

He’s a petty person and wants to destroy the Strip because of Benny. The fact that one bullet was enough to fuck up his brain and steal his memories makes him furious. Helps the Omertans with their little terrorist attack as well as returns the White gloves to cannibalism.

Other fun things his done: blow up the brotherhoods bunker, sold Arcade to legion, got everyone killed in Sierra Madre, nuked NCR etc.

Fighting is something he tries to avoid, but not because he’s a pacifist. He’s just a coward and knows most people could kick his ass in combat. His extremely lucky to be alive.

NCR has declared him a terrorist, Mr House is dead and he’s too lazy to go with the yes man route so Legion was the only option for him. He’s quite curious about their ideology since he has no home, family, friends or anything left. He hopes to find purpose for his life there.

Most companions don’t like him at all and Boone, Arcade and Veronica hate him. Raul is the only one willing to tolerate his bs. Oh and Julius won’t travel with Lilly since he’s afraid of mutants. But he’s okay with Cass, Rex and ED-E.

Caesar sees him as useful pawn so he gives the courier a new name and purpose. He’s seen as a helpful outsider (and a degenerate) by most of the Legion but they tolerate him. Vulpes is assigned to protect and make sure courier stays loyal.

During his time serving in Legion Julius ends up visiting Nelson quite often and meets someone very special to him. He’s lonely and traumatized man looking for comfort and Dead sea sees him as an opportunity to move up the ranks. I mean if Caesar likes this new guy so surely sleeping with him would be beneficial, right? Well not exactly, after Caesar figures out why courier is so eager to visit Nelson as often as possible he makes sure to remove Dead sea permanently.

Dead sea is killed and Julius is told his lover was promoted and send to another outpost. Thinking his lover has abandoned him Julius doesn't question what he’s told. He has no reason to doubt Caesar.

After the break up with Dead sea Julius is more focused on his newly found career and doesn't start new relationships with anyone. Vulpes is fully aware of what actually happened to Dead sea but he won’t talk, he has no reason to question Caesar’s decisions.

Caesar is a dying man with god complex and in his head the courier and Vulpes are meant to be the future leaders of the Legion. (Just like he and Joshua were supposed to be) Vulpes is his flesh and blood after all, and the courier caries the same anger and pain as he does. Surely these two would be a good choice to lead semi-militaristic cult.

As long as Julius gets to enjoy the benefits of being favored by Caesar he’s very loyal. However if he ever stopped receiving the special treatment he wouldn't hesitate to stab Caesar in the back. And if he ever found out what happened to Dead sea, he would kill Caesar.

The only time he ever considered running away was during his final delievery job. He was told to find the burned man and give him letter written by Caesar. Julius was nosy so he read the letter with Vulpes and they found out who fox bois parents were. Caesar wrote the letter because he thought he was going to die and wanted to say goodbye to his former best friend and lover. (I hate honest hearts so I changed it.)

After Hoover dam:

Julius helped Caesar with the tumor problem and was in front lines during the battle for Hoover dam. He gained good reputation and respect among the Legion. And since Legion has very cult like mentality, the courier was viewed as almost religious figure after all he’d done. Caesar saw this as an opportunity and against his wishes, Julius was forced to take even bigger role in Legion.

His new ”job” or rank would require him to works as an ambassador and convince as many people as possible that Legion was the right choice. The education he received in the vault and his somewhat charismatic personality made him a convincing preacher. At some point he started believing what he was saying, maybe Caesar really was the son of Mars and maybe what they were doing was right.

Eventually all the violence and destruction he saw in the following years took it’s toll. There was no courier anymore, only Julius who was created by Caesar was left. Vulpes stayed by his side all those years as a loyal guard dog. Their relationship was close but not romantic.

Due to his desperate need for a home and family, he had accepted his role in Legion and started spreading the word of Caesar through the wasteland. Where he went the air smelled of decay, ground would burn and turn into ashes.

Julius started slowly becoming more and more deranged with his preaching and used brutal ways of converting and executing those who refused to obey. The story of the burned man had stick with him and it became his signature way of execution. It was the price of his own freedom.

8 years after the battle of Hoover dam, Caesar died and Vulpes was supposed to become the new Caesar. However not everyone was happy with the new leader so Lanius challenged him to a fight in the arena. Vulpes got destroyed. The next problem was Julius and his followers. Lanius saw them as a threat so the logical decicion was to order his execution.

Julius had collected decent following during his time as a preacher and his fanatic followers were willing to die for him. In the end Lanius got what he wanted and Julius was crucified at the same place as Benny was. Most of his followers were either crucified or burned alive.

After the couriers death some of the legionnaires continued spreading his story around the campfire. The people who witnessed Julius burning down towns and commit crimes in the name of Caesar also remembered him in their ghost stories.

The Legion fell apart few years after Caesar's death and the land could start healing.

(I got tired of trans characters always being victims or pure saints so I wanted to make something else. Sorry this was a mess.)

#caesar’s legion #fallout new vegas #fnv #legion posting #courier julius

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collidingxworlds · 6 months

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your-lovely-rose · 1 year

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A word of introduction...

If you’re here, you’ll want to order something. Don’t be shy. Below is a list of what you can ask for (I don't judge, and I’m fine with a lots of dark subjects) - it's a safe zone for everyone.

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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Fic Finder

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1. Hi, first wanted to say thanks for all your hard work, y’all are godsends when it comes to scratching that fanfic itch lol! I’m looking for a very specific fic, where it’s mainly about WWX’s relationship with food after being in the burial mounds and coming back to life and such, and there was a specific scene where he became sick after eating ribs bc it gave him PTSD from the burial mounds? I’ve been looking for so long, so even if y’all can’t find it, thanks for trying!

FOUND! 💖 the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, eating disorder, PTSD, food as a metaphor for love) this fic specifically has a scene where ribs clacking against his teeth sends wwx into a panic attack

not FOUND Wish Me Luck by Starlight1395 (Not rated, 164kt, wangxian, time travel, fix it, PTSD) For Wish Me Luck, the scene has him accidentally grabbing JC's bowl instead of his own meatless one and having to run out after biting into the meat.

not FOUND A Corruption of Comfort by BegrudginglyTumbling (SarcasticSmiler) (M, 1k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, eating disorders, vomiting, PTSD, cannibalism, angst, hurt/comfort)

Nothings left by BaiTutu (Not rated, 1k, wangxian, eating disorders, anorexia)

Lakes of wine and forests of meat by androktasia (M, 1k, wangxian, aftermath of cannibalism, WWX’s burial mounds trauma, post-canon, post-sunshot, non-linear)

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2. Hi! Im looking for a fic about WY getting a new sword? I think it’s the old sword of Xue someone. I remember LZ following WY out of a banquet when he finished a duel. I think the sword might he called Genxin? Thank you!

FOUND! 💖 Did I Not Explain Why the Sunset Turns Red? by 3988Akasha (E, 100k, wangxian)

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3. Haaay, thanks for all your hard work! I'm looking for a fic but I don't recall much except that WWX is way OP and when he sees the scars on LWJ'S back he gets furious and just takes them away completely. I hope this is enough! It's been a long time so I can't remember anything else. @moku-youbi

Not FOUND It could be Silver & Gold by beeswaxing (E, 162k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

or Imperfect Memory by xantissa (E, 62k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

Thanks for the answers on #3. I know it's not Imperfect Memory. I'm almost 100% sure I haven't read Silver and Gold, but I'm going to start now to make sure this isn't the one, but I really don't think so. I do *think* I remember them being at Cloud Recesses when it happens? And Wei Ying is definitely aware of who he is.

Okay, having looked through Silver & Gold, that's definitely not it (though thanks for the rec, this is going on the TOP of my To Read list). A few more thoughts. I think they were in Lan Zhan's bed in the Jingshi and Wei Ying just kind of...pulls them off his skin or something? And it doesn't hurt Lan Zhan or disturb him.

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4. Hi hi! For fic finder I’ve been going a little crazy looking for this one, -Wei Ying is married into Gusu lan (or engaged into it) and he is given a hairpiece to wear with black jewels, he goes back to lotus pier with lan qiren (and I believe lan Zhan and lan xichen) and is bullied into not wearing it by yu ziyuan etc. The Lans are not happy to see how he is treated by the Jiangs. Thanks in advance! @vulpestars

FOUND!💖The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, wangxian, time travel, temp character death) ch 6, specifically

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5. Hello! I’ve been searching for hours for this one fic and I was wondering if you guys could help me find it? It’s the one where everyone gathers at Jinlintai for Jin Ling’s birthday. Jin Ling is upset that Sizhui gets more attention from Wei WuXian than him and thats when Wei WuXian reveals that Sizhui is his son. I’d really appreciate your help! Thank you! Also, could you please tag @lustinyiling if you find it?

FOUND? 💖 Not Yet (There As Needed) by sunrise_and_death (T, 13k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ, LSZ & JL, post-canon, family bonding, dramatic revelations)

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6. Hi! Hope you can help me. I'm looking for a fic in which WWX is an immortal, and not just that, but he has luved the same life several times. On one of them, he decides he is not good enough to meet LWJ, but then still goes see him when he (WWX) is old, and see how LWJ is cold and even rude, so decides to meet him in all his lives. There are also things like JGY, XY, WJL and other being WWX spies, and ppl in Yiling go to pray to him and leave offerings.

FOUND! ❤️ Restoration by ritualist (M, 85k, wangxian)

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7. hello hello! I read this fic so long ago and I really can't remember it. I didn't even have an ao3 account to look through my history, so any help would be appreciated. I don't remember much, but it was a fic where wwx survived the siege. The most glaring memory I have is that when wwx was trying to destroy the seal it broke and pieces embedded itself in his hand. And I think it refused to heal over and he had to do an array to keep it in check.

FOUND! The storm comes and goes (and I keep walking) by Naamah_Beherit (my post here)

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8. Hello, everyone! I'm looking for a fic where the setting is the Cloud Recesses study arc and it was A/B/O dynamics. In this fic, LWJ had already presented as an alpha; however, WWX hadn't presented yet, but everyone (including him) thought he was going to present as an alpha. Then, LWJ looks for a way to change WWX's “path”. He starts to scent WWX a lot (for months I think), and WWX ends up presenting as an omega. When WWX realizes why this happened, he doesn't get mad. Thank you for your time!

FOUND! This Twitter fic by sweetlolixo (ABO, wangxian, dark lwj)

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9. Hi, I’m looking for a fic where LWJ starts acting like WWX to make him be remembered. I particularly remember a scene where LWJ goes to report results of his nighthunt/travel and he gives it with extreme detail while also writing rules.

FOUND! Unconcerned With Worldly Pursuits by Thisisnotthenerdyouarelookingfor (T, 9k, wangxian, fluff & crack, family, grief/mourning, canon divergence, OOC on purpose)

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10. hey i'm so sorry to bother but do y'all happen to know of a fic where lwj is cursed (or prophesied) to be killed (or hurt?) by a person who is older than him and who kisses him (i think the summary has them suspecting it'll be lxc for the longest time) and wwx is the one who kisses him and there's a plot twist somewhere but i don't remb what it was. from what i remember lxc and lwj's mother is the one who realized the curse / prophecy because she read his fortune or sth like that. thank you!! @bi-bi-bitteraf

FOUND! inevitably, indubitably by friedkiki (T, 24k, wangxian, royalty au, misunderstanding, curses, fluff, angst w/ happy ending, fairy tale elements)

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11. Hello, hello. Hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night! For fic finder, I was wondering if you know a wangxian fic about Wei Ying being a trophy wife/husband? I forgot the name, but I do remember certain scenes in it - WY nighthunts with kids, they want to go home but WY wants to wait for LZ; WY asks LSZ for money and the juniors call him out for it; and the last part has WY peeling potatoes with the other Lan wives. I hope you and your followers can help me find it! Thank you again~

FOUND? The one about the fishies by Luminos07 (T, 3k, wangxian, domestic fluff, humor, jealous wwx, sugar daddy lwj)

FOUND? Life before you was tragic by covalentbonds (Not rated, 4k, wangxian, fluff & humor, 5+1)

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12. Hi! I was wondering if you could help find a fic I seem to have misplaced--it's about Sizhui's perspective on a series of people (maybe a 5+1?) hitting on LWJ over the course of his life. I think maybe there's a sequel in which Jingyi develops a crush on one of the people who'd formerly tried to get with LWJ? Thanks!

FOUND! Criteria, Cotton Wool, Wisdom Tooth, and Astral Inclination by incendir (T, 10k, wangxian, LSZ & LWJ, 3rd, 5th, 12th, and 13th in Resolutions series)

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13. Hello wangxianficfinder! Is there really a fic where Wei Wuxian fights/slays Xue Yang (or a demonic cultivator) and adopts the children meant to be human sacrifices? Could you and the collective help me find it? Thanks! @kaitou-cure-prism12

FOUND? a micro utopia born as the overture plays by tardigradeschool (T, 18k, wangxian, JGY/LXC, fix-it) Spanish translation by finisterre12

FOUND? The waters and the wild by SecretStorm (T, 62k, wangxian, WIP)

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14. Hey! I was looking for a fic where wwx like leaves mxy's body for some reason idk and mxy comes back in it. I think it was inspired by some fanart or that art is fic art. Anyway, i think i had bookmarked it and i cannot find it anymore. Please help!!!

FOUND? or at least similar under stars by blackfeather (oogenesis) (T, 3k, wangxian, MXY & LWJ, MXY & WWX, post-canon, fix-it, WIP)

FOUND? or at least similar And to My Surprise, Neither One of Us Has Died by muckkles (T, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, body swap au, self-harm, suicidal ideation, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, WIP)

FOUND? Cannot Brave This Life Without You by Princess_of_Jugdral (T, 4k, wangxian, post-canon, major character death, hurt no comfort, dark, angst, blood & injury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

FOUND? Thank you, Sorry and last Wish by FleurFannie (T, 2k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, WWXin MXY's body)

Switcheroo by nirejseki (G, 2k, time travel, body swap)

REC: Mo Xuanyu centric comic by zeldacw

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15. hi there! i'm pretty sure i saved this but i cant find it anymore? wwx got age regressed. pretty sure this was cql compliant. juniors found him in yiling. jiang cheng was told about it, and reached them before lwj did. they all take care of wwx, who reveals all his trauma because "he was too small to keep his mouth shut";; but the whole thing about it was that wwx was able to rekindle his golden core by age regressing. the fic ends up with a yunmeng bros reconciliation and a wx thank you

not FOUND little a-ying by byeollie (Not rated, 16k, wangxian, JC & WWX, LJY & JL & LSZ, LQR & WWX, curses, de-aging, fluff, family feels, reconciliation)

FOUND! found your writing on the wall by howodd5ever (T, 25k, wangxian, JC & LWJ, JC & WWX, de-aging, accidental baby acquisation, post-canon, case fic, getting together)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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sanityshorror · 2 years

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Hello Sanity, first I hope you'll have a nice day, morning or night! F#ck the bad Anons, we are with you till the end ^^ <3

Second, i'm not doing very well mentally so i decided to be a leech on my comfort character(s) for a while. That's the second reason why I am here

Could you please send some fluff(y) headcannons about Liu? Like, headcannons that gives good vibes or positive energy? 🥺

İt can be a Liu X Jack hc too, i don't care, just, can you send me positive/happy Liu headcannons and stuff?

Thank you, and you are allowed to reply to this message whenever you want to. No need to rush ^^

OMG I NEEDED THIS TOO💕 I hope this helps & you enjoy these ^-^

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💕Liu Woods & Liu x EJ (and Sully) HCs: Fluffy, positive, wholesome💕

Liu can be very cold and standoffish (understandably so) around people he doesn't know or doesn't trust, but he's actually an incredibly kind, sweet and caring person, 10x to his loved ones.

Like, the man is ALWAYS there for his friends, family, and of course his hubby [Eyeless] Jack. It doesn't matter what time it is or if he's busy, he'll wake up or drop what he's doing in a heartbeat to be there for them.

Very good at seeing through lies, and it definitely is a good thing. You can't bs the guy with “haha yeah no I'm fine I'm fiiiiinneeee!” He'll call you out in an instant.

And then proceed to go above and beyond to make sure you're okay.

Liu is all about comfort items. Wanna call it childish? He'll just be like 🖕🏻👁👅👁🖕🏻

Comfort items & getting cozy with a warm beverage is 100% his go to 👏🏻 because👏🏻 it👏🏻 works👏🏻

He forces (not in a wired way but a sweet, almost motherly way) others to do the same when they're struggling.

Seriously, when Jack is struggling with his PTSD (or godforbid in full mental breakdown), smol stitches gremlin will legit tackle his foot taller cannibal demon hubby, wrap him up like a burrito (in Jack's comfort blankie ofc), put on one of the stupid 90s stoner comedy movies that Jack loves so much and make him a warm cup of coffee. Then refuse to stop cuddling him until Jack is 110% better.

Jack also does the same for Liu when he's struggling. Only difference is Liu gets strawberry juice (not coffee) and additionally buried under plushies.

Jack and Liu both struggle with eating disorders (I've elaborated in this hc) but they're in recovery together and it's going very, very, very well💕💕💕

Not a Liu HC, but Sully: Jack was the first person to treat Sully like an individual person of his own, rather than a problem - as everyone else had treated Sully previously. Jack was also really patient getting to know Sully too, wanting to know him as a person - something no one else had done before as well. Sully took time warming up but eventually he did once he realized Jack was genuine and trustworthy. Jack fell in love with Sully as much as Liu, and Sully fell in love with Jack just the way Liu did. Of course, Sully is a different person, so Jack and Sully's relationship is definitely different than Jack and Liu’s. Jack is more than content with that though.

Sully is definitely still very reckless and rough jagged around the edges, but he really did soften up quite a bit over time because of Jack 💕

Jack also helped Sully and Jeff build a healthy, brotherly relationship - though, again, it's never going to be the same as Jeff and Liu’s, but Jeff is fine with that. Jeff actually thinks it's pretty cool having not one but two brothers!!

Sully and Liu also are making a lot of progress accepting each other and beginning to get along (sometimes lol)

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Requests are always open so please feel free to send as many as all of you wonderful folks want💕💕

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #eyeless jack hc #liu woods headcanons #eyeless jack x liu woods #homicidal liu x reader #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #homicidal liu #liu woods #ben drowned #creepypasta x reader #slenderman #laughing jack #marble hornets

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t4t-lumpygrab · 2 years

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Fanfic Drabble Requests (Rough FAQ I will update as time goes on)

ID: screenshot of Lemongrab 1 from Adventure Time smiling and punching the air with his left fist. ED.

Current status: Requests open

Examples of requests I’ve done so far:

Fluff:

LSP and Lemongrab play minecraft (770 words)

LSP and Lemongrab pick a movie to watch (fluff with minor hurt/comfort elements, 705 words)

Lemongrab and Treetrunks hang out (1600 words)

Hurt/comfort:

Lemongrab experiences fatigue and LSP looks after him (1440 words)

Lemongrab deals with phantom pain and is helped by a lemon subject (hurt/comfort, 1000 words)

Fern and Lemongrab hanging out (mild hurt/comfort 1200 words)

General Rules:

-I work to a word limit of 500 words minimum and 1000 words maximum. (But I may go over if I feel like it this is fun for me)

-Please request a maximum of 1 fic at a time per person! Otherwise Charlie will overheat like a computer and die.

-If requesting use the word please. I don’t want people to just send a list of what they want y’know! It feels a lil rude even if it’s unintentional.

-So I am a Lemongrab/LSP obsessive first and a human second, so I’m gonna limit requests to stuff that features these two (Lemon people also fine though I love those lil creatures). This doesn’t mean you can’t request additional characters like Fern and Marceline, but the blorbos are mandatory.

-I expect some sort of interaction after I post a request - :youtuber voice: please reply or reblog! (asks and dms also fine!) Thank you :)

Will Do!

-Fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst.

-Physical affection like hugs and kisses :)

-Aus! Gonna try my hand at these

-Gore: cannibalisms, amputation, wounds, body horror, basically anything that appears in the show. Though I ask people lean on the lighter side and not request very heavy gore. Plus I will probably shy away from graphic descriptions for fear of overstepping. If people are requesting gore feel free to list any limits you have! Like for example, someone might request a character getting injured and bleeding but not want any organ damage or bone exposure. Bit of a specific example but it’s to illustrate what I mean, though I will be erring on the side of caution. Also see Won’t Do for my personal limits.

-Abusive dynamics: So I’ve written for lg1 and 2 before that’s basically what I mean! Those guys are fucked up but they also fascinate me… I guess in terms of potentially upsetting content, the same rules apply as for gore! Feel free to list any limits.

Won’t Do!

-self inflicted wounds (self harm) and suicide, and character death that doesn’t happen in the show. (like lg1 and 2 being dead is fine but lg3 dying is no)

-Genderbends (this is a Fionna and Cake hate zone sorry)

-Crossovers. I’ve never rlly understood the appeal sorry.

-I view Lemongrab 1 to be a villain and an abuser, so if I get a request like “please write him to not be abusive” I won’t do it because those aspects of his character are intrinsic to who he is! You’d have to change his entire life story, family and personal history, personality and values - basically, you’d have to create a completely different character. One which is, in my opinion, less interesting and a sanitised version of a character who can be used to explore some truly interesting horror themes. This isn’t to say that I don’t think he loves his family, and that he hasn’t been nice to them ever and spent time with them, but if I do get requests for more light hearted stuff I will probably drop hints that he sucks.

-I guess elaborate/long things? I’m working to a 1000 word limit so stuff that has plot aside from just “1 thing happens” won’t fit my set word count.

-Sexual things. This goes without saying but no incest or fetish baiting. Don’t think I won’t notice we can all tell.

-I obviously retain the right to refuse any request!

How to request:

You can reply to this post, or send an ask! Just keep in mind that I will not do anonymous requests (various reasons like it makes me anxious and also people you have blocked can send anons) :)

However, the way I post requests is by making a post and then @ing the requester in a reply (as opposed to responding to an ask*) so if you don’t want your url attached to a request (which is totally fine and I won’t ask for any reasons or judge you!!) - just say and I won’t do that!

*this is bc I’ve done requests in the past for people who ended out to be transmeds and other nastiness, and now the thing I made has their url attached to it :/

#faq #fanfiction #my writing #will update this later and also add more things I do!#for now my plan is to leave this up over the weekend for people to send in reqs and then do them over the course of the week #if that works I'll keep that format up!#also feel free to ask for clarification #1

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levicanpunchme · 3 years

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Hi i found your profile today and I read all of it I am SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING!!💕Hope u are doing well and getting enough rest!Can i please request Levixfem!reader where they watch scary movie and reader is scared during and after the horror movie maybe u can do hc with levi or one shot!If u like the idea and u are ok to do it can u put much fluff?💕🥺

Thank you for suggesting! Hope you enjoy ;)

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Levi X Y/N

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Warning: Contains a tiny make-out description

Movie Night Gone Right

The air seemed to be drowning in thick tension, terror bustling in your veins as you held onto the edge of your blanket. You scoffed to yourself: modern technology had really evolved so much: the large television screen amplified every emotion especially whilst watching horror movies. It felt like the heinous predators would jump out of the screen any moment, making you piss yourself.

The darkness in the room and eerie music from the television made it impossible for your mind to gravitate elsewhere. Your body was taut as you held your breath while the stupid main characters died one after another in the haunted villa.

You looked to your far right at your boyfriend, who seemed quite unaffected by the countless jump scares. Even whilst watching a terrifying movie, you didn’t see him bat an eye.

He was either too brave or-borderline sociopathic. You hoped for the former.

“Why’re you always choosing horror movies on our date nights, Levi?” You bitterly muttered, your annoyance visible in your tone. Every weekend, you both watched a new movie and he chose horror every damn time.

Your boyfriend looked away from the screen, his wolf-like eyes reading yours. His dark black hair attractively fell like curtains on his forehead, disheveled and messy.

“Because they’re fun,” he monotonously replied.

His response made you speechless. “Fun? What part of large scale man-slaughter and cannibalism, fun?” You cried, disturbed at his reasoning. Horror movies just gave you vivid nightmares and trauma. You usually spent weekend nights with Levi just because you were too scared to head back to your dorm.

Levi’s lips curled into an unapologetic smirk as he glanced back to the television screen. You glared at him narrowly and then resumed watching the movie. A few minutes in, another terrifying scream erupted from the television and your body grew cold, your blanket now scrunched within your clenched fists.

“You’re shaking,” Levi’s soft voice pulled you out of the gory massacres of the movie. He swiftly scooted closer to you as his arm found its way around the small of your back. He wrapped you close to him, your face resting against his chest.

Your chest ached with joy as you heard his heartbeat, trashing against your frame, sending vibrations through your body. His familiar soapy scent washed over you and ignited a deep fire within the pit of your stomach. Your scent mixing with his made your toes curl in pleasure. You liked stealing some of his sweatshirts to take them back to your dorm just to smell him on you. The warmth of his breath cascading down your forehead sent tingles down your spine, making your heart ache with jitters. It was the feeling of being beside him that gave you pleasure.

The movie watching experience was ten times better with Levi holding your body.

Levi’s arm around your frame never loosened. Your warmth embracing him gave him the unfamiliar feeling of a home. His head was filled with you alone, so much so that he didn’t even know who the hell the main characters were in the movie; a week of pent up frustration from not seeing you starting to quench as your warmth diffused into him, making him feel like he were a part of you.

He started dating you a few months ago and it was crazy how damn clingy he had gotten in just a matter of months. At first, he never intended on letting a woman into his territory but you defeated the strong walls that were guarding his heart. When he tasted the sweetness of your lips, he forgot every promise he had made to himself and felt his walls shatter into nothingness.

Levi wanted to snatch you away from the shackles of your university which constantly demanded your attention, keeping you busy with assignments and exams; he wished to burn the whole building down along with your dorm so you could live with him, giving him the epiphany of waking up beside you. He hated anything which took you away from him. Selfish, yes but he couldn’t help it.

He dug his nose into your silky hair, acting subtle so you wouldn’t catch onto his motives. He wanted to run his fingers down the long strands all day, but he couldn’t. No matter how weak you had him, he didn’t want that side to be seen by you.

If he scared you away with his carelessness, he’d throw himself off a rooftop.

He surveyed you, and rechecked for any signs of awareness but seeing the intense emotions in your eyes, he realised you were sucked up into the haunted world of the movie.

He silently smiled to himself and inhaled your scent. Your fragrance was so therapeutic, a fresh breeze of comfort to his exhausted body. His insides squeezed in joy. You were like a heavenly addiction, fulfilling his needs, comforting his emotions.

“Levi, that woman was the imposter all along!” Automatically, his eyes regained its indifference, the smile of his lips disintegrating as he peeled his eyes away from you to the screen.

You looked up at him while snuggling in his chest. Levi pretended to be immersed within the movie and then looked down at you; he almost stopped breathing seeing your lustrous, wide eyes looking up at him like he were the only one on this planet. His breathing became shallow as he quickly nodded, and looked away from you.

“Levi...” you noticed his heaving chest.

You stared at him doubtfully and then it dawned upon you. His eyes were cold but his body said otherwise. He was so warm and his heart was beating so heavily, your stomach flooded with a mass of butterflies.

“Levi, who’s the imposter?” Your heart was skipping a beat as you tried confirming your doubts.

He visibly froze, your question catching him off guard. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his nervousness like a deer caught in headlights.

“Why're you asking me that? Aren’t you watching?” He counterattacked, hoping this would divert your attention.

You stared at him for a good minute and then looked at the television screen. “Yeah but I was just wondering if you ever doubted that white haired lady. She looked so innocent, asking for help and stuff.” You watched his reaction, waiting for his response.

“Yeah, didn’t expect that.”

Chills travelled down your spine as you realised what had been happening these past few weeks: why he always suggested on watching horror movies; why he kept on asking you when will your semester end; why he didn’t like going out to the shopping mall for dates. Everything started making sense.

“Levi, there is no white haired lady asking for help in this movie,” your breathy voice made him flinch and tense up. You had never seen Levi outrightly display his emotions but right now, you could see the little rims of his ears going darker red, a pool of redness pumping through his cheeks as his bottom lip trembled.

Processing, you grabbed the remote from his lap and turned the television off. Your heart was thudding against your ribs as you observed Levi’s clenched fist.

“Why’re you making me watch horror movies when you don’t like them yourself?” Your voice was so soft and airy, comforting him.

You were currently having the time of your life, watching your rigid, formal boyfriend emotionally overwhelmed and embarrassed.

“Answer me Levi,” you dared him.

He gripped his nape and sighed, his nose crinkled with reluctance. Very softly, his words held you astounded.

“So you can get scared and hide into my arms.” —you almost gasped, your body shrivelling as a feeling of mystical happiness engulfed your chest. Your heart palpitated as you stared at the man who owned your heart, feeling the corner of your eyes burn.

“Why didn’t you just—say so?” You whispered.

He looked up at you, his eyes hinting of annoyance. “Because,” he muttered, his words caught in his mouth. You waited patiently. You would wait forever for him, only Levi Ackerman.

“I don’t want to scare you off,” his white skin looked so flushed. Seeing him, your body instantly warmed up too.

“Levi,” his name fell from your mouth like butter. Then earnestly, you climbed on his lap, your leg on either sides of him, facing him. The bold response made you fluster, your cheeks flaring up as you stared into the grey mists of his eyes.

His reaction was instant. His body became taut under your heat as he gazed into your eyes with a suffocating intensity. He instinctively pulled you closer, pulling you into him. Closer, closer until two bodies mushed into one, not an inch of space left in between.

“Levi, I want to dwell you in so much love, so much affection that you might get tired of me and throw me away,” you started with confessing.

Both of you were new to a relationship; both had fears and doubts hurdling your paths. How much volume of love do we express? How much of love do we need to hold back? Is there an exact percentage? Will holding his hand make him uninterested? Will pulling you into his arms seem clingy? The questions were numerous; answers, numerous.

Levi’s chest was heaving in a way you never expected. His eyes were darker than usual, thunderously grey and passionate with a whirlwind of emotions erupting loose; his body was hotter and eyelids heavy as he stared at you with an intensity he never let you see before.

“I get excited when you call me to pick me up from uni-when you text me to remind me of our date nights, and when you let me see through your exterior, when you let me explore every side to you.”

It was taking everything in you to not run away and go into hiding. Your words were exposing the sides you kept to yourself but it was time to let go. It was time to let him know exactly who you belong to.

“Levi Ackerman, if it’s you, I’ll give up everything to be by your side.”

Your words were cut short as his hand held the back of your head and like a desperate wolf, he pulled your lips into his. Every fibre of your being sprung to life. It felt like all the happiness of the world was thrown at you so suddenly, you couldn’t contain your emotions. His moist lips feasted on your mouth and impatiently invaded you with his tongue. Your audible panting was almost embarrassing but you could hear him struggle to breath as well. While he rendered you breathless, his mouth drank from within you like a thirsty stray dog. His arms around you had you locked, unable to escape, nor did you want to.

As you panted to inhale some air, his lips peeled off your mouth, up to your eyelid; he kissed one and then the other. He was breathing so heavily with his nose, your heart faltered at the sounds. He ran his fingers down your silky hair strands and dropped tantalising kisses down your cheek, to your chin and your nose. “I-want-to-steal-you-away-from-the-world,” he confessed, in between mind numbing kisses. He then buried his nose inside the crevice of your neck, inhaling you shamelessly. “If I could, I would-absorb-you-within me,” the hurling emotions he had kept inside were pouring out like unforeseen rain.

He kissed your neckline, tasting and inhaling every inch of you. “I can’t get tired of you, y/n,” his soft words tugged at your heart, making your eyes well up. You were so overwhelmed by his love, and your love for him that your vision was becoming hazy.

“Levi, promise to share your true feelings with me?” You asked, your hand finding its way into his undercut, you pulled at his baby hairs, making his eyes screw shut in pleasure, a comforting sigh left his mouth.

He nodded, spellbound by your touch.

You edged your face closer, kissing the high bridge of his nose and each one of his eyebrows.

“So no more, horror movies?” You muttered resentfully against his lips. His eyes opened again and a soft smile illuminated his mouth as he kissed your plump lips again, not getting enough.

“No more horror movies,” he promised.

You giggled lovingly and kissed the corner of his warm mouth affectionately.

“Move in with me.”

You almost fell back, his words pushing you over the edge. You almost thought you misheard him but the glint of honesty in his eyes proved otherwise. He was dead serious.

“Uh—are you sure? I can be very annoying and lazy...” You didn’t think this was a good idea.

He cut you off, annoyance present in his narrow eyes. “I don’t care,” he rasped.

“I can also be quite messy and you don’t like mess-” You knew this excuse might make him reconsider.

His conviction remained unabated. “I’ll help you clean,” he quickly responded.

You held back your giggle. A day ago, if someone had told you that Levi Ackerman would be begging you with his narrow intimidating eyes to move in with him, you would’ve slapped them in the face for lying.

What changes could a day make...

“What if I don’t want to clean,” you pouted, deciding to tease him.

“Fine, I’ll clean for you,” he responded without hesitation and waited eagerly.

You broke into a melodious giggle which made him roll his eyes at you.

“Okay, Mr. Ackerman. I agree,” you casually responded and kissed his jawline.

Levi exuberantly stood up still carrying you in his arms as a huge grin elevated his facial features. “Let’s get your things.” He put you down on your feet and hurried to the table to grab his keys.

“Wait hold on... right now?” You stared at the clock. It was past midnight and your dormitory was probably closed.

Levi nodded eagerly. “Right now. We’ll request them to let us in.” Before you could object, he was already putting on his shoes and grabbing yours so you could gear up.

You stared at your boyfriend: he looked like an eager kid preparing to go to Disneyland after his parents promised him so. You wondered since how long had Levi put his inner childishness and love away, afraid of the consequences. And then Levi pulled you to the sofa, tying your shoes before you could change your mind and dragged you with him all the way to your dormitory in the later hours of the night. After fighting the guards and begging your dormitory manager, he successively managed to get you to pack up your belongings and come live with him starting that very auspicious movie night.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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There seems to be a darker, more violent take on Clyde floating around right now and I LOVE it!! I’m working on one for him too!

Since you say open for darker requests, I’d love to hear your take on a more violent Clyde! He could be saving you from a stalker. Clyde can show him what a real bad ass can do and then show you how well he can treat you too lol! He could be protecting you from someone at the bar. He could be showing you his special forces skills after some gets aggressive. You name it lol!

Secrets of the Blood Moon {werewolf!Clyde x Reader darkfic}

author's notes: helloooo! my friend shannon, thank you for this request!! I am also a fan of the darker take on Clyde and I hope I did it some justice!! I worked really, really hard on this one, and I’m super pleased with how it turned out.

**PLEASE HEED THE DARKFIC WARNING!! THIS FIC INVOLVES SEVERAL VERY HEAVY AND VERY DARK THEMES, SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!**

warnings: angst. smut. hurt/comfort. a minor car crash. mentions of alcohol consumption. rut. knotting. breeding kink. werewolf stuff. attempted mating bite. murder coverup. clyde feels guilty.

tw's: noncon touching (not by clyde). involuntary attempted sexual assault (werewolf clyde pins her down & dry humps w/o consent, but human clyde doesn’t know he did it nor would ever intend to do it). blood & gore. graphic depictions of murder and violence. human-hunting. depictions of human body consumption (is it cannibalism if he’s technically a wolf when it happens?). werewolf sex.

**this is a work of FICTION. the author does not attempt to condone the actions/behaviors of the characters written.**

word count: 5.9k

my taglist peeps: @frank-and-honey @shygirl268 @icarusinthesea @gildedstarlight (if you’d like to be added to or removed from my taglist, the link to the google form is HERE or on the top of my masterlist.)

Last Night

Stepping out of your car, you’re instantly suffocated by the thick humidity of the West Virginia evening. The sun paints cotton candy across the sky as it sets behind the trees on the mountainous horizon, the almost full moon hot on its tail, slowly rising on the other side of the sky.

The blood moon comes tomorrow, and from the old folk tales your mom used to tell about the deep West Virginia countryside, some weird shit goes down under the crimson moon. You never really believed her. What all could happen in lil ol’ Boone County, anyway?

The moment you step into the refreshing, air-conditioned Duck Tape, you’re immediately greeted by a loud call of your name.

“Y/N!” You smile and wave at Jimmy.

Clyde looks up and smiles at you as you come and sit down at the bar next to Jimmy. He serves the customer before coming over to talk with you and the eldest Logan.

You lean over the bar to give him a kiss, earning a couple hoots and hollers from the bar crowd, which made you both laugh as you pull away.

“How was work, buttercup?” He asks, wiping off some glasses. “Weren’t ya doin’ that one presentation today? How’d that go?”

You’re always so flattered that Clyde actually pays attention when you talk about work stuff. Most guys just smile and nod, but Clyde actually listens and remembers. He even remembered your one year anniversary at the company you currently work for, sending you takeout from your favorite place along with some flowers.

“Yeah, it was alright. Boring as hell, but the partners seemed pleased, so that’s all I can really ask for at this point.”

Both he a Jimmy give a small chuckle, nodding before Clyde mixes your favorite drink, setting it down in front of you a few minutes later. You thank him, and the three-way conversation continues before the bar door swings open.

Something about the man’s entrance makes you look over, already smelling trouble as he steps over the threshold. His eyes are glued on you, a smug smirk etched on his expression.

A hush falls over the patrons for a few seconds, all eyes on the leather-clad man. Clyde’s hackles are immediately up, body tense as the mystery man saunters over, plopping himself down onto the vacant stool next to yours.

Things on the floor continue as normal, the chatter picking back up, and you subtly scoot a little closer to Jimmy.

“Bartender?” A thick New York accent calls.

Clyde walks over, plastering a fake smile on his face, seemingly the epitome of southern hospitality.

“What can I getcha, sir?”

The man gives Clyde a once-over and snickers. “No, seriously, where’s the bartender? I’d like a drink.”

Your grip clenches around your glass. You absolutely hated it when people were dicks about Clyde’s hand.

“Seriously, I am the bartender.” He states firmly. “So, what can I get ya?”

His tone sends a chill down your spine. Normally, Clyde just shuts down whenever someone starts poking fun at his missing hand, but tonight, there was a certain air of frustration, of dominance.

You just thought he’d finally cracked, after years of dealing with this bullshit. But as you would learn, there was an alternate explanation for his sudden outwardly alpha-like behavior.

The guy seems to back off a little bit, just asking for a cold Coors straight from the bottle. You startle a bit when Clyde slams the bottle down on the counter in front of him, and you could swear his eyes turn a light grey for a second before returning to the dark brown pools you’re familiar with.

Everything’s quiet for a little while, the man sipping his beer in silence, before he turns to you. He doesn’t say anything at first, simply allowing his eyes to drink in your seated figure.

“What’s your name, baby girl?” The beer smell of his breath is strong as he leans in. “You lookin’ for someone to keep you company tonight?”

You roll your eyes. Douchebag. “Nope. I’m perfectly content just sitting here, thanks.”

Clyde’s watching the interaction like a hawk as he makes someone’s drink. It’s a wonder he can concentrate on the drink when his thoughts and eyes are glued to you.

His slimy hand touches down on your bare thigh, just above your knee, and you jump in your seat. He grins, trailing it up as he leans in even closer.

“Are you sure? I could show you a real good time...”

Glass shatters from behind the bar and then, Clyde’s grabbing the man by his biker jacket, tossing him onto the floor with an almost superhuman strength. You stand up, appalled, as the man on the hardwood scrambles to get up.

An icy grey begins to frost over his sweet chocolate irises as Clyde clenches his fists by his side.

“Don’t ya dare touch ma girl, ye pervert.” He growls, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. “Someone ought to show ya what respect looks like.”

The bar has fallen pin-drop silent, all sets of eyes focused in on the developing scene. He cocks his fist above his head, snarling as he readies to pounce on the helpless man.

It’s then that Jimmy hops up and puts himself between the two men, holding his hands up in front of Clyde. “Don’t do this t’ yerself. Ye know what’ll happen if ya do.”

This seems to bring him back, the warmness flooding back to his irises. His shoulders slump as he huffs softly, pushing past his older brother angrily, storming into his office and slamming the door behind him.

Shakily, the man stands and puts a twenty down on the table before running out of the bar, bell jingling against the wooden door as it eases shut after him.

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The rare blood moon hangs in its place against the pitch black sky as you pull up to the Logan’s trailer home. There aren’t any stars in the clear night’s sky, despite it being the dead of summer, but you don’t think much of it as you approach the shadowed porch.

Moths flutter around the dimly flickering porch light while you peek through the windows, which were as black as the night. Not a single light was on.

Odd. The Pontiac’s parked in its normal spot outside.

You flip the threadbare ‘welcome’ mat up, revealing the rusting gold key beneath. Sticking it in the lock, you turn until the door pops open, an eerie creak accompanying it.

"Clyde?” You say, looking around the trailer’s living room as you flip the living room lights on.

You call for him again. Maybe he’s just taking a nap. “Clyde?”

Still no response.

Now, you’re getting worried. There’s no note, nothing noticeably out of place; in fact, it’s almost all too still. It gives you the creeps, how still and quiet it is in here.

The scent of suspicion thickens the air around you, and you just get the most awful feeling in your gut that something bad is happening or is about to happen.

Adrenaline begins to pump through your veins as you quickly walk around, peeking in the kitchen, and in the spare room. The air seems to thicken again the closer to draw to Clyde’s room, and you push the door open with bated breath.

You’re absolutely mortified at the sight before you.

Shreds of carpet, fabric, and mattress stuffing is scattered the floor, and giant claw marks have torn straight through the drywall. The blankets and comforter, at least the remains of them, are disheveled where they lay across the clawed-up mattress.

His vanity mirror is almost fully shattered, and the products that once sat atop are now tossed across the floor. The chilly summer’s night air flutters the curtains on the opened window above the bed.

The first thought that comes to mind is a bear attack of some kind. Now fully freaking out, you’re wondering how in the world a bear got into the trailer, and why it only seemed to attack Clyde’s room. You scramble to grab your phone from your purse with shaky hands, dialing Jimmy’s number in haste.

Was this one of the blood moon enigmas mom warned about? No, no, bear attacks are pretty common around here.

It takes a few rings before he picks up.

“Y/N?” He sounds out of breath, exhausted.

“Jimmy, hey. Do you know where Clyde is? I’m at the trailer, and--”

Something that sounds like a growl rips through the speaker, followed by a woman’s voice.

“Is everything oka--”

“Mellie, I can’t help ya right now! I’ll be there in a second!” He yells in the background. “Sorry Y/N, you were sayin’ somethin’?”

“No, it’s alright. I’m just at the trailer, and I peeked into Clyde’s room...”

“Ya didn’t touch anything, did ya?” His voice is rushed.

You shake your head, eyebrows furrowed. “Uh, no, but--”

The growl comes again, louder this time, and it almost sounds like it’s...a voice. A very deep and very animalistic one, but a voice nonetheless. And it was saying something, although you couldn’t really hear clearly enough.

“Jimmy, do you know where Clyde is?” You’re getting a little impatient.

“Don’t worry ‘bout Clyde, he’s okay, he’s, uhh, here with us.”

“Oh, uh, o-okay.”

But tonight was supposed to be your special night together.

“Y/N? Listen real close, now. I need ya to get outta the trailer and go home, right now. Don’t linger, and refrain from touchin’ anything in the trailer. Lock all yer doors n’ close all the windows when ya get back home, okay? ‘N don’t go outside for the rest’a the night.”

Okay, now you’re starting to get fearful. “What--”

“Jimmy!” Mellie’s panicked voice comes through the phone speaker again, this time a bit clearer. He curses under his breath.

Her cries clearly rattled the eldest Logan, and he quickly tells you to just do what he said and then hangs up in a frantic state.

You’re frozen for a moment, but then you quickly scurry outside to your car, frantically looking around as you scramble to fit the key in the driver’s side door. By some miracle, you hold your hand steady enough to unlock it, quickly shutting the door and turning on the engine, peeling out of there like a madwoman.

Suddenly, as you go to pull out of the driveway, a strange apparition appears at the edge of the wood across the street. You squint, trying to figure out what the hell it is. Whatever it is, though, it’s panting heavily and looks...inhuman.

It’s standing on two legs, but its large, probably almost seven feet tall if you had to guess, and must’ve had some type of black fur or skin since it almost blends in with the darkened forest.

The reddish light of the moon is the only light that reflects upon this mystery creature, before it seems to notice your car idling in the driveway. The crisp light grey pupils seemingly glimpse into your soul as the creature looks upon you.

Clearly, now, you can decipher what exactly it is, although you’re in utter shock and skeptical to think it real: A werewolf.

You quickly put the car in reverse, slamming down on the gas, flying backwards for a few seconds before colliding with the trailer’s tin wall. Your head slams forward onto the steering wheel, trickles of blood dribble down your forehead and nose as your consciousness is lost.

When you come to, only a few minutes later, you groan as the welt forms on your forehead. You look around, groggily, seeing that your car is in drive but isn’t moving. Surely when you’d passed out, your foot would’ve come off the brake and you would’ve rolled away...

Stepping out carefully, you find that some bricks have been placed in front of all four tires, effectively keeping the car at a dead standstill.

Who in the world did this?

Then, you turn your head and walk slowly around to the front of your car, seeing the remnants of sharp teeth marks on your bumper. You’re frozen, a lump slowly crawling up your throat as the realization hits.

A low growl comes from behind you, and your worst fears have suddenly been realized. You slowly, carefully spin around on your heels, afraid that one wrong move may make you tonight’s surprise entree.

Your eyes meet the soul-piercing grey’s of the werewolf, the one you’d seen at the edge of the forest minutes earlier. The one that seemingly saved your life, but...how did a werewolf know what to do?

As you continue to gaze at the large being before you, you’re struck with a sense of familiarity, almost as if you’d met them before. Strange, because you can’t recall ever encountering a werewolf. Hell, you’ve never even seen a wolf before, other than in pictures. Surely you’d remember coming into contact with a seemingly impossible biological phenomenon such as this one.

His presence is scarily comforting, and you find yourself briefly wondering what it’d feel like to be enveloped in his woolen arms. Well, arm, technically speaking. This particular werewolf seems to be missing the lower half of his left paw.

Then, your mind connects the dots, and you’re shocked to your very core. It wasn’t a bear that attacked Clyde’s room, it was Clyde. This werewolf that’s standing before you is Clyde. That’s why Jimmy and Mellie sounded so frantic and breathless on the phone; they must’ve been trying to keep him contained.

But why? Werewolves usually recognize the important people in their human lives...right? That’s why he’d saved you from rolling off...

Your headlights’ reflection was speared by your figure, creating a shadow that covered most of Clyde’s form, except for the very tips of his paws, which had enormous claws emerging from beneath the thick layer of fur.

“Clyde?” You whisper, and he seems to soften for a moment, falling down on all threes.

Just as you swallow the lump in your throat and begin to cautiously approach the creature, hand outstretched to allow him to smell you, his eyes suddenly darken, the once snowy grey now more like the color of storm clouds.

He snarls, white teeth shining in the moon’s moody crimson-tinted reflection, and you immediately backtrack. Oh god, I’m fucked.

Your bottom collides with the front of your car, the engine thrumming lowly as it idles happily, grille warm from the machine inside. The headlights are now fully shining on the creature, fur shining under the bright lights as he approaches, lines of drool strung between his sharp fangs.

“C-Clyde, please,” You plead with the creature. “It’s m-me, Y/N, your g-girlfriend. You know m-me, you don’t w-wanna do t-this...”

It doesn’t seem to do much to dissuade him, the animal within now overshadowing the kind, gentle man you know and love. No, this creature is something else. This isn’t your Clyde.

The wolf stops short of the hood, where you’ve crawled up onto and are laying back, raising his nose up in the air, sniffing. You’re perplexed by this action, but it becomes evident when his ear prick and he says, in that same deep, animalistic voice that was in the background of your call with Jimmy,

“Mate.”

And then, he’s pouncing, trapping your hands above your head with his one arm while his legs scramble to find a good grip on the metallic surface of the car, hips rutting frantically.

His muzzle dips down, wet nose running along your jawline and neck, teeth scraping dangerously against your thin skin. He quickly settles on a spot behind your ear, growling as his pink tongue darts out to begin lapping at the spot.

You’re completely still, both physically restrained and unable to bring yourself to even try to move as the creature drags his fangs across the skin behind your ear. Your car is rocking back and forth with his hips’ violent movements, dragging his enormous cock against your lower stomach.

He pants into your ear, breath hot as he prepares to sink his sharp fangs into your tender skin, marking you as his forever...

“CLYDE!”

Jimmy’s voice pierces through the still of the night. Crickets stop chirping for a moment, and Clyde’s body stills. His head whips around, snarling at his brother.

Mellie’s right behind him, and she peers around him, trying to look at you. “Y/N, are ya alright?”

“YYYeah,” You manage, somehow. “I-I’m o-okay.”

Clyde hops down, all three feet planted on the ground, hackles up as Jimmy takes a step forward. “Mate.”

“She ain’t yer mate.” Jimmy says, calmly. He points to you. “Look at whatcha done to ‘er, Clyde. Would a mate look like that, huh? Look at ‘er, Clyde, she’s all beat up and scared outta her damn mind.”

The wolf visibly stands down, slowly turning his head to look back at you, seeing the scratches on your wrists and the marks on your neck. He sees the bit of wetness on your shirt and shorts, from his slick.

He hangs his head and begins to cry, whimpering and whining as he sprints off, surprisingly agile and quick for a wolf with three paws, across the road and back into the woods.

His blood’s boiling, he’s angry that he couldn’t defend you against Jimmy, mad that his alpha instincts had failed him. Even as a werewolf, one of the most powerful beings in the forest, he was still weaker than and overshadowed by his showboat older brother.

Loud barks of anger rip through him as he masterfully maneuvers through the forest, weaving through the trees, dodging thorns, leaping over the fallen tree trunks.

The sky suddenly begins to empty down onto Earth, the cool summer night’s rain a welcomed refreshment on Clyde’s fur. He looks up at the blood moon, huffing softly as he silently curses the orb for bringing this condition to him each full moon, as he did every single moon before this, and will continue to do with every one after.

He reaches his cave a few minutes later, stopping dead in his tracks when he smells smoke coming from inside. He’s on high alert, now, as he moves to peek into the cavern.

There, he finds a lone man sitting by a very small fire, rubbing his hands together over the heat. He’s clad in head-to-toe tree camo with a shotgun laying just out of arms reach.

This man’s scent feels awfully familiar, Clyde thinks, but it takes him a minute to figure out why. And, when he does remember, Clyde is suddenly not so sympathetic for the unwanted visitor in his cave.

The wolf’s mind falls to a certain memory from last night at Duck Tape. This is the jackass that thought he could get away with feelin’ you up. The one that poked plenty ‘a fun at his missing hand.

Clyde’s still-hard cock presses up against his furry stomach in excitement, tongue licking over his razor-sharp fangs. He couldn’t protect or avenge you last night, again due to Jimmy, but maybe he can now.

Jimmy ain’t gonna get in my way this time ‘round.

He can’t just come running into the entrance, no, that allows him too much time to grab the gun. He thinks, and thinks, until he remembers the connecting cave that he’d recently found on the last full moon. He bets he can get in there and creep up behind the man, do a sneak attack.

He’s salivating in anticipation as he bounds down to the opposite side of the cave, paws padding lightly against the soft gravelly dirt floor, trotting along carefully.

The man is none the wiser to the wolf’s presence, and the hum of the loud rain certainly wasn’t hurting. A loud crack of thunder suddenly rips through the forest, vibrating the ground. Clyde freezes briefly as the young man curls up further, chin resting in the gap between his knees.

Predatory instincts pumping through his veins at an all-time high, he crouches down as he stalks closer and closer to the unsuspecting body by the small fire. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, now right behind the man, moving in slow motion so as to not alert his victim.

When the time is right, just as the next clap of thunder rumbles the rocks, Clyde pounces. He grabs the man’s shirt, dragging him out of the cave with an unprecedented swiftness. The fire is extinguished with the tussle, leaving the cave shrouded in darkness, the shotgun laid abandoned on the ground where he’d put it.

He struggles against the wolf’s grip, fabric ripping violently the further his body’s dragged along. Clyde throws him out onto the forest floor, pawing at the ground like a wild stallion as the disheveled man scrambles to his feet.

His hands are shaky as he holds them up in front of him, as if trying to calm the creature like a domesticated dog. “E-Easy, easy.”

If he could, Clyde would’ve rolled his eyes at the man’s pathetic attempt to talk down at him. He snarls, watching in amusement at the way he startles and stumbles back.

Clyde’s got the man backed against the trunk of an old oak within seconds, and he stands up on two legs, glaring at the much smaller figure. He bares his teeth, a wolf’s version of a devilish grin.

“Run.”

It seems like the man is caught in between being shocked that this wolf just spoke English and being chilled to the core by his word. He sputters for a moment, brain smoking as it churns on overdrive, before his legs carry him as quickly as they can down the mountainside.

The wolf casually trots along after him, in very little rush to catch him. He’s throbbing hard now, the excitement translating into pure arousal. Clyde knows these woods like the back of his hand; there’s no where for this man to hide from his inevitable fate as the wolf-man’s next meal.

His head continuously whips around, meeting the grayish-white orbs tucked behind a thick coat of jet black fur. In a frenzy, he tucks himself behind a large tree, catching his breath.

Twigs snap in seemingly all directions, his breath heavy as his eyes flicker all around the dark, damp wood, the only light coming from the crimson-tinted orb above. He reaches back and wraps his arms around the tree’s trunk, panicked.

A low growl rattles his eardrums and he looks to the side, seeing the black creature right at his side. Clyde’s head snaps to the side, looking directly at his victim.

Crying out in fear, the man leaps forward to make a run for it, but is quickly taken to the dirt by the wolfish creature. The man squirms and screams out for mercy, for God, and Clyde knows what he has to do now.

He quickly sinks his teeth into the back of the mans neck repeatedly, effectively severing the spinal cord, leaving the man completely limp and defenseless. A quick and effective manner of disabling a victim, he’s learned through hunting animals, but keeps him just alive enough to see what’s being done to him.

Clyde flips the limp form over, now on his back, and his eyes are wide as he watches the wolf above him, black fur now stained red around the mouth, stare down at him with a hungry gaze.

His mouth opens, probably to beg for his life, but it’s too late. Fangs sink through his shirt and into the flesh of his chest, just above where his rapidly beating heart lay.

The thump-thump rhythm slows, then stops, the life leaving his body. Sweet copper tang coats the wolf’s tongue as the body is drained of its remaining energy.

There is little feeling better than watching the life slowly and steadily drain from the eyes of a victim, and suddenly, Clyde’s throbbing arousal has reached an almost unmanageable point.

But, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to devour his freshly-caught prey, especially while it’s still warm. So he digs in immediately, carving further into the hole over the heart he’d already created, ripping out the vital organ.

He holds it triumphantly between his teeth for a moment before setting it aside. His craving is more for the meat, he’s never been much of a fan of organs, so he gets to work separating the good meat from the corpse.

Once he’s done, he lifts his nose in the air, howling loudly. He’s never been this hard before, he swears it, and there’s only one person that can satisfy this urge:

You.

For a wolf on three legs, he reaches your house in record time. He can already feel the wolf-ness fading steadily, the human beginning to peek through the cracks. But, his rut doesn’t give at all, and he bounds up the steps and scratches at your door.

You’re startled by the noise, already a gut feeling you know who it is. When you open the door, Clyde’s wolf figure is sitting politely on your doormat. Should you let him in?

He pushes past, whimpering as he does so, before you can make a decision. You shut the door slowly before turning around to face the creature. He seems a bit different than when you saw him earlier, seeming a bit more human.

You stand against the door, back pressed up against it, looking down at the wolf in your living room.

“Y/N.” He breathes, huskily, attempting to ignore the hardness pressing up against his wooly stomach. “N-Need you. Please.”

He’s ashamed as he stands up on his hind legs, wrapping a clawed hand around his oozing cock, jutting his hips out as if to show off for you. The alpha in him needs to show you how suitable of a mate he is, what strong pups he can give you.

“It hhhhurts, b-buttercup.”

The battle going on inside him, animal versus human, is painfully evident on his expression. Your hearts been ripped in half as you watch him struggle with himself, the human trying to overpower the animal, and the animal trying to fight off the human. He doesn’t even know what he did to you earlier.

“What do you need from me, Clyde? I’m here to help you, honey, I’ll do whatever you need.”

His eyes widen in surprise, but its quickly replaced by a look of what can only be described as pure, primal hunger.

“Floor. A-All fours.” The wolf-man manages, desperately humping his hand to offer some relief. “G-Get the lube, ffffuuuck, I mmuhhmight hurt ya without it.”

You rush to get the lube, placing the tube next to you as you pull your leggings down, exposing your bare cunt. Clyde watches with an eager anticipation as you spread yourself for him.

As soon as you’re into position, he practically falls over on top of you, hips rutting uncontrollably as he smoothes lube over his drooling cock and lines up with your entrance.

“B-Buttercup, I...I’m sssorry ‘bout what’s ggon’ happen. This ain’t me, ppuhpplease remember that, mmkay?”

You nod, tearing up at the pure agony in his voice. “I w-will, Clyde.”

His hips shove forward, a choked howl escaping his lips, balls tightening. You cry out, the burn of your walls stretching to accommodate his girthy length more prominent than usual.

Veins bulge out of his neck, jaw clenched as he begins moving, mercilessly plowing into you from behind. He plants his clawed hand next to yours, loud and desperate scratching noises accompanying the wet squelch of your joined torsos.

The carpet is shredded, hardwood floor scratched permanently by his feet as he humps you with a desperation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. This really wasn’t Clyde, but you soon realized that you exactly mind this side of Clyde, this primal instinct, this roughness. It was arousing, bittersweetly so.

When you look over your shoulder at the wooly mass moving behind you, your eyes widen. You didn’t notice the shiny substance from a distance, but now that he’s up close, you see that it coats his snout and has even dripped down onto his breast.

A gripping fear bubbles in your stomach. But then, you rationalize immediately, before you find yourself too deep down in this rabbit hole of worry. He probably just hunted a deer or a rabbit or something. He’s a fucking wolf, remember?

You almost sigh out loud in relief, but you keep it in, instead moaning along with each of his thrusts.

“D-Did ya like muhmmahhmm--ma w-wolf cock?” He asks.

You nod. “Y-Yeah, ohhh god, I liked it.”

“Gonna gguh-give ya real nice p-pups.” His muzzle rubs over the spot behind your ear, the same one that he’d been after earlier, smearing some of the crimson across your skin. He licks it with as much consistency as possible, considering the speed and intensity of his hips. “F-Fill ya u-up, knot ya gggood ‘n deep.”

You’re almost positive he’s talking pretty much nonsense at this point, his rut brain having completely taken over. You know you’re not gonna cum, but it doesn’t really matter; you’re doing this for him, after all.

“Oh g-god, I’m cummin’, I’m gonna--”

He pauses his hips, howling softly as he cums. But this time, something else begins to swell, and you cry out as it does so.

“M-Ma k-knot,” Clyde breathes in explanation. “Keeps it a-all inside y-ya.”

You nod, not really knowing what all he’s talking about but not really caring for an explanation right now.

“‘m gonna h-havta stay inside y-ya fer a lil while. S-Should be ‘b-bout 30 minutes or so.”

His tongue begins moving over your cheeks and neck, something that makes you smile, that helps you remember that your beloved boyfriend’s in there somewhere.

The half hour waiting period passes, and as much as you’ve loved snuggling with your boyfriend (who’s wolf counterpart is relatively cuddly, despite previous reservations), you’re happy to have him off you.

After wishing you a final goodbye, citing the need to ‘clean up his cave a bit’, he trotted back out the door and galloped like a madman (wolf?) back out into the shadowed wood, leaving you alone once more.

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It’s all over the news when you flip on the TV a couple days later. Hunter Found Slain in Boone County Woods, Bear Attack Suspected.

You have this awful, sick-to-your-stomach feeling that what happened the other night, when Clyde came to your house still in wolf form with a snout and chest covered in blood, had something to do with this.

When the picture of the victim came up on the screen, you audibly gasp, recognizing the face. It’s the guy that was feeling you up at a few nights ago at Duck Tape.

Oh god, no.

Suddenly, the door flies open, and Clyde’s panting as he rushes in and shuts it behind him. He looks pained, bottom lip trembling. “Have ya s-seen the ne--”

“...Police are still investigating the scene...foul play has not yet been ruled out...”

His entire demeanor falls, and the tears fill his eyes. He’s visibly shaking. You stand up and rush over to him just as he collapses on the floor.

You’re freaking out, trying to confirm what it is you’re pretty sure you already know.

“C-Clyde, did you...?”

He looks up at you from where his head now rests in your lap. “I c-can’t quite remember, b-but I think...I think I m-might’ve.”

Sobs wrack through his body as he cries hoarsely. You’re in shock, somehow hearing the words makes the reality suddenly hit like a damn semi-truck. You run your hands through Clyde’s slightly matted mane, soothing him as best you can.

“Clyde, it’s okay, baby. It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” You whisper.

“Y-Yeah it i-is, though. I k-killed ‘im.”

You try to stay strong, for Clyde’s sake, but the tears are swelling in your eyes at an uncontrollably fast rate. “But you d-didn’t do it o-on purpose, h-honey.”

His face seems to drop even more when he sees that you’re about to cry. He sits up shakily, pulling you into a big ol’ bear hug.

“Oh, buttercup, oh god, ‘m sorry. I didn’t m-mean to drag y-ya into all ‘a t-this.”

You sob into his shirt, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close. It’s hard to believe that this man, this kind, gentle man, could’ve done something like this on purpose. Clyde would never hurt a fly.

From what he’s told you, which granted is very little, the line between werewolf and human for him is quite a blurry one. He seems to only be able to remember parts of what happened, and his subconscious is only there for part of the time.

Which means that he’s technically innocent, since he can’t remember nor could he control his canine impulses or instinct. As far as you’re concerned, werewolf Clyde and human Clyde are two different beings.

“I-If anyone ever f-found out ‘bout ma c-condition...”

You pull away and look up at him, holding his face in your hands. “Clyde, I-I’m not gonna turn y-you in.”

“What?” He looks at you with a furrowed brow, like he’s surprised to hear your words. “Y-Yer not g-gon’...?”

Shaking your head, you swing your leg over his lap, hugging him once more while your face settles into the crook of his neck.

“No, of course not. I know you’re a good p-person, and like I said before, it’s n-not you. Your w-wolf side is not really you, Clyde, at least not entirely.”

Clyde looks down at you with an incredibly grateful expression, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tilts your head up with one of his meaty fingers, immediately pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is relatively short, just a showing of his gratitude, of his love for you. When he pulls away, you maintain eye contact.

“Okay, so most of the solid DNA evidence will have been washed away by the rain and tampered with by the elements over the past few days that the body’s been outside. Plus, they aren’t looking for wolf DNA, and even if they somehow knew, your wolf DNA wouldn’t lead to your human identity, at least I don’t think so...”

Hours and hours of watching countless true crime shows, movies, and documentaries are finally paying off.

“But, do you remember leaving anything, anything that could indicate foul play? Really search your memory.”

He puts his metaphorical thinking cap on, closing his eyes as he tries to recall anything of use from that night, but nothing comes to mind. His eyes swell with tears as they blink open and he shakes his head. “I can’t ‘member anythin’.”

“That’s okay, Clyde. They won’t find out, I promise, they won’t.” You kiss his neck. “For now, let’s just try to relax and we’ll keep an eye on the news. Will you come snuggle on the couch with me?”

Clyde smiles softly, nodding as you pull away and stand up, extending a hand to him. He takes it, standing up seconds later. As you walk into the living room, he says your name, causing you to turn around with a slightly perplexed expression.

“Thank ya.”

You smile brightly. “I love you, Clyde.”

“I love ya, too, darlin’.”

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summary: you made taeil’s undead heart soar and he was absolutely addicted to the feeling.

pairing(s): yandere!zombie!moon taeil x reader | kim doyoung x reader

warning(s): swearing, obsessive behaviour, mentions of blood, gore (kind of..?), minor character death, cannibalism, non con (taeil forcefully kisses the reader)

word count: 2.6k words

a/n: this is pretty heavy stuff so if any of the aforementioned content triggers you, do not read. please note that I do not condone taeil’s behaviour and that this is purely a work of fiction. my fic is not an accurate representation of taeil’s actual personality.

part of @127-mile’s addiction collab

emotions were as foreign to moon taeil as brains and human flesh once were. while he doesn’t mind either of them, they were just very hard to come by. that changed when he got a job at the qian family’s mortuary, courtesy of qian kun, a mutual friend. johnny had already explained taeil’s special situation to kun, who agreed to give taeil access to the bodies so long as he worked as kun’s assistant. it was an excellent arrangement for both men - taeil could finally eat some proper food while kun finally had help. for obvious reasons, not many people were willing to work at a morgue, especially for such low wages.

taeil managed to ease himself into a routine of work, brains, sleep then repeat. while many people would eventually go insane from being constantly surrounded by cold, still bodies, taeil couldn’t care less. a zombie couldn’t ask for a better arrangement. while he did not experience emotions, he still felt a semblance of peace.

at least, that was before you showed up, completely unannounced. of course, your arrival wasn’t completely random, kun did warn taeil that his cousin was coming home after getting their phd, but you weren’t what taeil expected. he had this mental image of you being stoic and reserved. he thought you’d briefly acknowledge him with a slight nod while visiting your cousin and that would be it. imagine his surprise when he came to work and was greeted by a smile brighter than the sun. you were like the human embodiment of a meadow of flowers in the summer - warm, wonderful and welcoming. hell, you even smelled like flowers.

suddenly, his daily routine was ruined.

most mornings, you would meet him at the mortuary, looking as fresh as a daisy, and hand him an equally fresh box of baked goods from the bakery next to your clinic. if it was a slow morning, and it usually was, you would make small talk with him while kun went over the day’s plans in his office. he began to cherish those morning conversations with you and his undead heart would sink when the clock struck nine and it was time for you to hug him and kun goodbye. from then on, he was usually in a sour mood for the rest of the day, not humouring the silly jokes kun made as they worked. he would get off work with a dull ache in his heart if you weren’t there to pick kun up or offer to take them out for drinks.

this abrupt change frightened taeil more than anything. why was he suddenly experiencing these strange feelings? he hated it. every day, he was going through a rollercoaster of emotions that would be decided by whether or not he saw his boss’ cousin. it was so absurd. in the past five years of him being a zombie, he hadn’t felt such extreme emotions before. they all felt so...so human.

when he consulted johnny about these strange occurrences, his friend began to howl with laughter, “dude, it’s so obvious!”

taeil glared at johnny, “care to explain what exactly is so obvious?”

“you like y/n. why else would you be constantly pining for them?”

taeil scoffed. johnny must have smoked something because there was no way he liked you. at best, he had known you for three months and it isn’t like you regularly spent time together. plus, you were related to his boss. johnny had no idea what he was talking about, he was full of shit.

“that’s bullshit. I don’t buy it,” taeil shook his head, leaning back in his chair.

“no I swear, it’s true! we drove past this factory and they were just beheading these chickens out in the open,” you sighed. “anyway, the sight was so sickening, I’ve never looked at meat the same way since.”

“yet you decided to be a thoracic surgeon.”

you shrugged, “yeah but operating on people and eating meat are two different things. I don’t mind looking at flesh and blood but the thought of eating any makes me sick.”

taeil silently thanked you as you made that statement. ever since johnny had suggested that taeil liked you, he’d been searching for reasons not to like you. and of course, there’s no way he could like you if you were a vegetarian. you would be absolutely disgusted if you knew what his main diet consisted of. yet, every now and then, he felt his mind drifting away to a different mental list - a list of the things he liked about you.

he liked how you would come up with the most absurd conversation starters, just to make him crack a smile. he liked how your hugs were warm and comfortable. he was even beginning to like the fuzzy feeling that would envelop his heart whenever he was around you. you made him giddy and lovesick and eventually, he didn’t mind anymore. being around you all the time forced him to accept that he had very strong feelings for you. in fact, he was certain that even as a human, he had never had feelings this intense. there was just something special about you that had him feeling some sort of way. normally, he would have been afraid of how you controlled your heart but now? he was in too deep to care.

he decided it was better for him to just accept the fact that he loved you. why try to fight it? it was highly unlikely that he would feel this way about anyone ever again. he had to hold onto you, he would be insane to let you go.

finally, he plucked up the courage to confess to you. he was falling for you more and more every single day, and not being with you was slowly killing him. he decided to surprise you at the clinic where you worked with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. he planned to treat you to lunch at a romantic café then confess to you while walking you back to the clinic. he had rehearsed the little speech he wanted to give over twenty times with johnny, who repeatedly assured him that everything would go well.

it did not go well.

taeil was greeted by a unpleasant surprise when he reached the entrance of the clinic. there you stood, his beloved y/n, in another man’s arms. taeil watched, horrified, as the man placed a soft kiss on your lips. you looked so happy with him and it broke taeil’s heart. he felt awful as he watched you smile at the man. that same wonderful smile that he wished was for his eyes only. it felt like a cruel joke to have your laughter fill his ears as tears pricked his eyes. taeil was glad that nobody was paying attention to him as hot tears stained his cheeks. he couldn’t have gotten away sooner, pushing past the people on the street to go home.

he quickly texted an excuse to kun about how he felt sick and would be gone for the rest of the day. it wasn’t exactly a lie - he did feel sick and every time he thought about you and the stranger, it only got worse. he ripped up the bouquet and the plastic that had been wrapped around their stems, screaming as he did it. pain bled into fury as he destroyed the beautiful flowers. he was unbelievably angry and wouldn’t stop until every last petal had been snatched from the base and scattered on the floor. he was blinded by rage as he made a mess of his apartment floor. finally, the bouquet had been completely ripped apart and tears cleared taeil’s vision.

he dropped to the floor, feeling miserable as he stared at the mess, tears streaking down his face. he loved you so much, but someone had stolen you away. how dare that asshole? you were supposed to be taeil’s, how could he just come between the two of you like that? how incredibly selfish of him. taeil had to get rid of him, as soon as possible. the more time you spend with that jerk, the more he’ll ruin you. taeil scowled at the memory of the two of you kissing. he will pay.

it was decided. taeil was going to make you his, one way or another. whether you liked it or not.

“I hate this, taeil.”

taeil nodded, feigning sympathy as you pouted and continued to complain, “doyoung’s been so busy the past week that he hasn’t been able to call me even once. he just sends brief texts… I really miss him.”

“that sucks, y/n, but you know, it’s a very demanding job.”

“yeah I know…but would it kill him to at least call to say good night?” you sighed, sipping your tea. “whatever. thank you so much for listening to my rant, taeil, I really appreciate it. you’re an awesome friend.”

the word stung, but taeil tried not to show it as he smiled and promised you that he didn’t mind. which was half true. taeil could never get tired of listening to you talk about any topic but one - kim doyoung, your boyfriend. it didn’t really matter, though. soon, taeil would make sure that you would forget all about that piece of shit. soon, moon taeil would be the only thing on your mind, just like how you were the only thing on his min

but first he had to punish you. you deserved it. if you hadn’t gone and dated another man, he wouldn’t have considered such a thing. you needed to be disciplined. you belonged to taeil and he was going to make sure that you remembered that fact. so he sat there in front of you, politely nodding as you vented about your boyfriend, and tried to think of a suitable punishment.

“I know I’m complaining about him a lot, but I really like doyoung,” you laughed. “even though he took me to a barbecue place for our first date.”

that’s when a lightbulb went off in taeil’s brain.

for someone who couldn’t survive without eating brains, taeil sure was an idiot. somehow, he’d gotten roped into a dinner date with you, doyoung and doyoung’s sister, jisoo. at least he managed to convince you to let him host the dinner at his apartment, insisting that he wanted to make a good first impression on jisoo. you’d wiggled your eyebrows and teased him about it but he knew, deep down, setting him up with someone else was hurting you. but you wouldn’t have to worry about hiding your feelings for much longer - taeil would soon relieve you of your misery. ideally of course, he wouldn’t want to start off your relationship with a double date with other people. not to mention your little punishment, but hey, all relationships have their ups and downs.

now if he could just get that pesky little jisoo out of the way.

after briefly stalking doyoung’s instagram account, taeil managed to find jisoo’s account and figured out where she worked. getting her to stay away was easier than he thought it would be. all he had to do was press a small knife against her neck and she was begging for him to leave her alone. he left her trembling in the alley behind her office, with her tears stinging the small cut that ran down the side of her cheek. he wasn’t worried about her telling her brother since that’s who he’d be visiting next.

he had to say, out of all the humans he’d made dishes out of, doyoung was certainly the best. probably because his meat was actually fresh, but you really seemed to enjoy him as well.

“god taeil, your spaghetti is wonderful. I can’t believe doyoung and jisoo are missing out,” you nearly moaned as you devoured your dinner. “these are the best vegan meatballs I’ve ever had. seriously, how’d you make this?”

taeil shrugged, “I used a pretty basic recipe, although I did use something extra special for those meatballs.”

“would you mind sharing what that special thing is, master moon?”

taeil’s smile dropped, his expression completely serious now. you didn’t think much of it, taeil was probably just being dramatic. however his tone as he spoke his next sentence sent a chill down your spine.

“enough dilly-dallying. tell me, sweetheart, did you really think you could get away with dating another man?”

you were too stunned to speak, what the fuck did he just say?

“woah, don’t get shy now. did you seriously think you could go be someone else's whore and I wouldn’t get mad?”

“taeil, what on earth are you talking about?”

you looked like a scared and helpless little rabbit and taeil would be lying if he said that didn’t make him feel some type of way. taeil’s predatory gaze burned into your eyes, ensnaring you and refusing to let go. you were confused. why was taeil behaving like this? why was he so angry with you? but you were certain about one thing: tonight was not going to end well for you.

with a gentle voice, you tried to calm him down so the two of you could have a rational conversation but taeil wasn’t having any of it. he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you up to your feet, stepping away from the dining table and pulling you close till your chest brushed against his. suddenly, his steely gaze slightly softened.

“y/n, my love, I hope you know that I didn’t want to do this to you, but you left me no choice. you forced my hand.”

tears were beginning to well up in your eyes. taeil was getting frustrated. you knew exactly what he was talking about yet you were acting as though taeil was speaking in cryptic messages. taeil noticed your tears and tsked, cupping your cheeks. there was no point in you crying now. the deed was done. taeil was hoping you’d learnt your lesson so the two of you could move past this.

“don’t cry, sweetheart. at least, not until you know what I did.”

“but taeil, I don’t even know what I’ve done,” you sniffed lightly.

“darling, I love you. and I know you love me too, you don’t need to say it. but why did you have to go and date doyoung? do you know how much that hurt me?”

you shook your head, “taeil, I really didn’t know how you felt. but I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

taeil glared and tightened his grip on your jaw, “fucking lies! that dickhead doyoung has brainwashed you. oh my precious y/n, I feel so awful for punishing you the way I did, but how else will I fix you?”

“what do you mean?” you asked, afraid of the answer he was going to give you.

“those vegan meatballs, darling. although I suppose the term ‘doyoung meatballs’ would be more accurate.”

your beautiful features were twisted into a look of pure horror as realisation dawned upon you. taeil couldn’t help but let his lips form a maniacal grin. he was rather proud, even if he did say so himself. doyoung would never be a problem ever again. nor would anyone else be, for that matter. taeil knew that you were his good, obedient little y/n. you wouldn’t dare to hurt him ever again. satisfied, he leaned in and forced you into a kiss. you were too shocked to fight back.

as he pulled away, he pushed the hair out of your face.

“remember to behave yourself, darling.”

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