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zeldasnotes · 3 months

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PLANETS IN THE 10TH HOUSE

what your placement makes me think of.🏆

SUN IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Seen as confident, attracting attention wherever you go, an authorative personality, a strong need to be somebody, strong need to achieve goals, when people see you they think of what you work with, wearing your work uniform in public, you easily become the face of the company, ”you know im the face of the city bitch”, trophies, beeing a public person comes naturally to you, being seen as someone with an ego, acting a little narcissistic at times, taking over your fathers company, workaholics, your self esteem affected by how much you have accomplished, respected.

MOON IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Preschool teachers, known to love children, good with children, having well known kids, growing up famous, taking pride in having a beautiful home, white picket fence, always seen in public with your mom, a wellknown mom, a nurturer, known to be protective, people knowing about your family issues, emotional, well liked, known to be sensitive, people picking up on your mental health issues easily, coming from a well known family, seen as a womanizer, household name, good at expressing yourself, everyone knows who your mom is, everyone known about your relationships to the women close to you, soft beauty.

MERCURY IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Rappers, comedian, known for being funny, working with the mentally ill, representing your neighbourhood, public speakers, known for your opinions, seen as intelligent, seen as quick, cute, writer, making a huge influence with your words, a gossip, you know how to communicate with authority, a work that involves a lot of communication, having multiple careers, people get the impression that you are sneaky, a distinct way of talking, working with your siblings, having a sibling or cousin that everyone know who it is, getting jobs because of you networking skills, an expert at ”working the room”, knowing everything about everybody.

VENUS IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Popular and well liked, a lot of suitors, everyone knows about your relationships, attracted to people with status and power, you want to be seen as someone important, known for being beautiful, it girl, everyone wants to date you, socially appropriate, scared of embarrassing yourself, an expert at business, having your own company, a perfectly balanced look, known to be around older people, beautiful hair, braces, working at a beauty clinic, receptionists, known to be a relationship person, wifey, judgmental of people who have a bad reputation, being extra kind to the right people, polite, people usually take your side in a fight, your mistakes being swept under the rug because of your looks.

MARS IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Bitch, it-girl, seen as arrogant and rude, well known among the opposite sex, a seen as aggressive, known to be someone who fights back, known for beeing in sports, people want to know who you have beef with, people have onesided beef with you, public confrontations with men, the military, top dog, the best in the business, big name, beefing with people, refusing to lose, known for having a hot body, known for being sexy, big dick energy, fitspo, taking selfies at the gym, having beef with a lot of person, extremely goal oriented, known for being sexy, often described as hot, people talking about your body and looks, being extra assertive bc you were shamed for being soft, parents who taught you to be assertive, men feel threathened by you,

JUPITER IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Hard to pin down, known for going abroad a lot, high standards, well liked, king status, big dick energy, running into people who can help you everywhere you go, constantly running into big names, being at the right place at the right time, known for being funny, reggaeton, bohemian style, flamboyant, famous for being famous, seen as ditzy, known to be lucky, aristocratic, having a career because of luck, born blessed, seen as someone religious, seen as kind and morally correct, your cultural background an important part of your public image, being seen as a guide or teachers, extremely well liked, easily getting away with things.

SATURN IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Being seen as morally correct, strategic when it comes to your image, afraid of a bad reputation, calculating exactly what to do and what to post to be seen a certain way, people dont want to curse or talk shit infront of you, in worst case seen as a morals police, knowing exactly what steps to take to reach the top, recognizing whos who easily when you enter a new workplace, being complimented for your work ethic, easily irritated by people who dont do their work correctly, you started working early, having to grow up early, dressing like a boss, stoic in public, seen as responsible and mature, having to parent your own parents, wanting the approval of important people, intimidating, people dont approach you often, from nada to prada.

URANUS IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Not liking to follow the rules, seen as rebellious, being the first to do something, changing jobs often, seen as a genius, not acting like others in the same business at you, liking to shock people, seen as bizarre, when you do something you do it extra, hating when people copy you, not wanting to be put in a cathegory, you are in a cathegory of your own, working with technology, changing the industry, seen as unpredictable, known for having a standout feature, not looking like others in your family, internet famous, insta famous, technology is a huge part of your image, publicly challenging the gender roles, being seen as the original and everyone who tries to do it after you are just copycats, becoming famous by accident, overnight fame, quirky, a striking look, not wanting to be compared to others.

NEPTUNE IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Representing the ideal concerning something, unreal beauty or talent, modeling, the town drug dealer, dainty, psychward workers, being seen as more than human, others overidealizing you, people see you as someone who lives the dreamlife, glamorous image, having a hard time deciding what you want to work with, people see you as someone who would never do any harm, princess looks, seen as a saint, artist, known for being artistic, painter, putting on a mask or working with putting on masks on others (makeupartist for example, seen as naive, people underestimate you, actor, people cant separate you from the character you play, confused, angelic, director, putting your fantasies into art, people who never met you think they know you, having copycats.

PLUTO IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Known for being vengeful, known for having connections, a father whos feared, demanding respect, known to strike hard when disrespected, maffia connections, big name, social climber, having obsessive fans, sex symbol, being afraid of authority or disliking authority, demanding to be treated as authority, a scary look, people want to show off infront of you, people want to show they can be on your level, people attack bc they think that you look down on them, a dark look, known to have been through some shit, your dirty laundry thrown out on the lawn for everyone to see, being seen as sexual, people you never met want to sleep with you, refusing interviews.

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 months

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Doomed Yuri in my brain. Doomed Yuri. Doomed yuriiii based of Bloodborne

May or may not make a part 2. Idk. Just needed to throw this out here before I lost my mind.

Yandere Short Stories: Doomed From The Start

Yandere Lesbian Paladin x Saintess Reader x Onesided Yandere paladin

There is a secret third Yandere but that’s only if I ever decide to continue

TW: uncomfortable religious themes, body horror, internalized homophobia (religion), monsters, Yandere and toxic behavior, etc

Swoosh! A strong gust of wind blew through Ludwig’s long black locks, which made the cleric appear to have a dark halo above his head. His face remained stoic as he made his way towards the church with his worn out entourage. Another successful hunt and he had made it back to the church once more… a shame his peace was quickly shattered by a certain saintess.

“Ludwig!” The tall paladin froze when small arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. His icy blue eyes turned to glance down at (your name), the saintess, in disinterest. “I’m happy you returned safely. How did the hunt go?”

Ludwig hummed in response while he moved her arms off his waist. He merely put up with the young woman to get close to her friend, Desiree. (Your name) was not his type like the other paladin was. (Your name) was a delicate flower but Ludwig longed for the thorn.

Ludwig himself had no interest in the bubbly flower but he needed her to get closer to his dream maiden. (Your name)’s affection for him did not matter.

“It was fine.” Ludwig told her as the two of them headed to the church together for him to give his report. His blue eyes softened when they landed on Desiree, she was magnificent as ever, even with the dried blood on her silver armor. Desiree appeared angelic even when she was drenched in the blood of her enemies. The white haired woman made a beeline toward to the two of them. “Lady Desiree-“

Ludwig was shocked when Desiree pulled (your name) into a constricting embrace, one that was most common with lovers rather than friends. Her lofty body easily wrapped around (your name) like a blanket, her pale nose buried into the crown of (your name)’s head. Desiree’s hot breath tickled the smaller woman’s scalp, which made (your name) burst in a small fit of giggles.

“You act as if you haven’t seen me for years!”

“Maybe it felt like years since the last time I saw you?” Desiree lifted her head off (your name)’s head to stare into her eyes. Desiree’s silver eyes pierced (your name)’s very soul. “I hurried back from my mission just to come see you, (your name).”

“I’m just happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if my precious friend didn’t return from the front lines.” (Your name) squealed when Desiree ruffled her hair, the smaller woman immediately began to protest. “Desiree!”

Desiree smiled brightly at (your name). She couldn’t help but tease (your name)… especially in front of Ludwig. The dark haired man’s glare was so intense, it burned holes into their heads. Jealous much? “I brought you something too.”

Desiree reached into her leather satchel and handed (your name) a white rabbit foot. “I know you hate the blood we collect, but I made sure to bring you back a good luck charm.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything-“

“Of course I did. You’re always in the church all alone." Desiree smiled warmly at (your name). The taller woman took (your name)’s hand in hers. “How about we head back? It’ll rain soon.”

“Oh but…” (your name) glanced over at Ludwig whose jaw was clenched. His icy eyes narrowed at the two women with disdain. Why was he so upset? Was it because she put all of her attention on Desiree? “I was going to walk back with Ludwig. We can eat supper together if you’d like, Desiree?”

Desiree frowned but sighed in defeat. The white haired woman turned to the brunette with a frown. She didn’t understand what (your name) saw in Ludwig. He was awful to her. A starving wolf would be kinder to (your name) than Ludwig ever could be. But Desiree knew it wasn’t her place to dictate (your name)’s choices in life. “I’ll see you then, (your name). Be safe, okay? I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“I will. I’ll see you around.” (Your name) waved her friend off before she turned her attention to Ludwig. “I apologize for that, Ludwig. Shall we be on our way before the rain falls?”

Ludwig clicked his tongue and nodded. All he needed to do was walk alongside the gregarious woman and satiate her incessant chatter with a simple nod or hum in agreement. Ludwig was only close to her to get to Desiree. (Your name) was simple like a dog.

(Your name) beamed and walked alongside Ludwig, a heavy blush on her cheeks. She was happy to walk beside her crush. It was wonderful to see such a soft side to the normally stoic man.

Ludwig ignored the shy glances she snuck his way. He could not wait for the day that Desiree would look his way. Ludwig knew she had no such need for a burden like (your name) around her. Desiree nor him needed a pet… no. A dog around them.

Ludwig would have to gripe about this experience in his journal once more. The tea colored paper was his only confidant in this cruel world. For Ludwig trusted no one in the church’s that he dutifully served. Not the head of the church and certainly not the saintess.

A shame Ludwig would one day regret the way he treated the ‘dog’ that once so loyally stuck by his side like a tick…

The candlelight dimly lit up Ludwig’s study. His striking features now on full display to the prying eye. His slender fingers scribbled fervently into the tea colored paper of his leather journal. He wrote his woes with utmost sincerity in obsidian ink. Bits of the thick substance splattered all over his hand and onto the desk. Speckles that rivaled the abysmal eyes of the beasts he had slain now stained the mahogany wood. A mockery to his ‘holy’ mission to cleanse the land of the curse that plagued the land.

The monstrous beasts that roamed the valleys demolished villages with no mercy. There was no end to the wave of madness that had sprung up over the last few years when the nearby villages became plagued with poverty and famine. The monsters seemingly sprung up from the ashes and began to try to attack the kingdom. It sickened Ludwig.

Many fighters have come and gone throughout the years. Many have even gone missing in action… yet Ludwig and Desiree remained as the top two paladins of the church. The only two that had fought side by side for nearly a decade… which was why Ludwig was so smitten with the white haired woman. She was a force to be reckoned with. A magnificent fighter he wished to keep by his side until he drew his final breath. An unattainable goal that was thwarted by a mere saintess. If that wench didn’t exist, Ludwig was positive that Desiree and him would have been wed by now.

It was all (your name)’s fault that Desiree did not covet his affections. The only good news was that (your name) admired him. A ‘holy’ woman longed for a pious man like himself. It was so pathetic, it was comical. A weakness he would exploit until his daydreams burst into reality.

Ludwig clenched his fist when he finished the final line to his long list of complaints about his disdain for a certain saintess. A big splotch of ink covered her name now which made him even more annoyed. Even when (your name) wasn’t present, she still disrupted his peace.

Ludwig stood up and moved his quill and ink back onto his desk. Perhaps a walk would clear his head?

Ludwig gathered his snow white robes and exited his study, the door slammed shut behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, the pot of ink toppled over and split all over his desk. A puddle of black now laid all over the floor in a river of ink. An insidious omen.

Desiree sat in the confession booth, her hands folded together while she babbled a prayer. Forgiveness… she needed forgiveness for her sin.

“I am in love with someone of the church but I can never be with them. For I would burn in a pyre if I confess.” Desiree’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Will god forgive me for my grave sin?”

“You are forgive. Your sins are absolved.” The priest told her in a soft tone. “Lady Desiree, your devotion to god is like no other but even you are not without sin. I pray that you never stray from our god’s light and bring justice upon the land. That the blood you harvest for healing the sick and strengthening our clerics continue in a never ending flow. Bless you Lady Desiree, the Righteous.”

Desiree nodded and gathered her white skirts in her hands. She felt better now that she had gotten this off her chest. Yet she could not deny the queer feeling she had for her beloved saintess… her friend. Her precious (your name). Her angel. Her muse.

Desiree hurriedly made her way back toward her room, her mind raced with impure thoughts. She must paint… she needed to paint her muse.

Desiree paid no mind to her surrounding in her haste and her shoulder slammed into Ludwig’s. The cleric nearly doubled over in shock and joy. Had fate finally united him with the woman he desired? This was the first time they’ve had alone time since their last hunt.

“Lady Desiree, it’s lovely to see you-“

“Get the hell out of my way.” Desiree shoved past Ludwig with a huff which caught the cleric off guard. When was Desiree so uncouth? So ill-mannered? This was not the female paladin he knew, no. This was not her. This was not Lady Desiree, the Righteous.

The man ran a palm down his long black locks in shock. His heart didn’t stammer this time when he watched her silhouette disappear around the corner. The magic he swore she contained had fizzled out and died. The image he created of her in his head disappeared with it.

A reality slowly sunk into Ludwig. Perhaps he was not attracted to Desiree, but to the idea of her…

Ludwig sighed, perhaps he could pry information from (your name) about it? It was so easy to get the information he wanted from the saintess with sweet words.

(Your name) had her uses and Ludwig would exploit them for his own gain. He needed to be sure on whether or not the woman he saw tonight was the real Desiree. For if that was the case, perhaps he would settle for the saintess.

Possibly.

Desiree slammed the door shut behind her once she entered her study. Her hand hurriedly picked up some paint off her oak desk, a few brushes clattered to the floor in her haste. She had an irresistible urge to paint the woman she loved… wait. When did she paint such a perfect portrait?

Desiree collapsed to the floor to caress the delicately painted features of (your name). A desirous shudder escaped her plump lips as she traced her fingers over the face of her muse. She would sin once more. Desiree deserved this, she needed this.

Desiree had slaughtered thousands of beasts and harvested their blood in the name of the church. She deserved a reward. She deserved (your name) more than Ludwig did.

Desiree pressed her lips against the painting with a moan. She didn’t care that flakes of acrylic paint were on her tongue, she didn’t care that there was no warmth, and she certainly didn’t care that she was sexually attracted to another woman. To Desiree, this felt right. This was god’s will.

Desiree hurriedly untied the sash to her robe, her bare body now revealed to the eye of the moon. The moon her witness of her great sin, of her love for her friend.

“God forgive me… forgive your selfish soldier for I cannot deny this earthly pleasure. I do not wish to break my oath…” Desiree felt a few tears fall down her cheeks, she felt as if she lost control over her desire. Her head spun with dizzying emotion that would drive any sane person mad… ever since the church had insisted their soldiers drink the blood of the monsters, Desiree had been restless.

Restless with desire for her unreciprocated love… yet she’d never tell her precious angel the sinful feelings she held. Desiree would take this overwhelming affection to the grave.

Desiree turned to the painting that lay on the floor with a smile. For now, she could be satiated with this… for now.

And while she indulged herself in pleasure, white fur and various eyes began to sprout on her arms.

This was the start of a transformation. The beginning of the end.

“Help me. Help me!” (Your name) shot up from the bed, her heart raced in her chest like a race horse. Her body covered in a thick sheen of sweat. Another nightmare…

(Your name) couldn’t sleep. She was often plagued by nightmares of people crying for help ins own sort of dungeon… and it terrified her. She often had psychic dreams due to her divine power, but never ones these vivid… or terrifying.

There was something amiss in this church. That there was an invisible evil lurking in the air.

(Your name) rose up from her cotton sheets, to quickly wrap a robe around her white nightdress. Maybe a walk would clear her head?

(Your name) slid some slippers on her feet, snatched up the oil lantern beside her bed, and a match. She hastily brought the flame to life to find her way through the dark. (Your name) wanted to satiate this inordinate curiosity before it killed her.

She quietly left her room and glided down the hall like an apparition. Her long robes billowed behind her in the light breeze once she reached the open windows.

The moonlight illuminated her soft features, making her appear angelic… a suitable appearance for the saintess herself.

She allowed her feet to guide her down the hall and toward a hidden stair well. There was a sinister phenomenon going on beneath her. A truth that screamed for her to discover.

The farther she went down the stairs, the stronger the feeling of déjà vu became. The wall became more familiar… it was the one that haunted her dreams. The one in her nightmares.

And when she finally made it to the bottom of the stairwell, her entire body nearly convulsed in horror.

This wasn’t a dungeon… this was a laboratory. A laboratory full of the clerics and paladins who went ‘missing in action.’ Or at least what human pieces were left of them.

(Your name) begrudgingly stepped forward to glance at the books that laid open on one of the desks. The church was researching immortality through the blood of the monsters? Is that why they encouraged citizens and clerics alike to drink the blood? Good god… this was a crime against their god. This went against their entire purpose…

“Kill me… kill me…” (your name) put a hand over her mouth as she quietly began to sob for the poor soldiers whose humanity remained in tact. They didn’t deserve this… but she didn’t have the strength to kill them.

How was she to know that the church wasn’t actually helping people? That the church merely wanted to research how to gain immortality?

She needed to tell someone… she needed to report her findings to the citizens!

(Your name) quickly scurried away when she heard voices. Unaware that one of the paladins that laid in the dungeons had caught sight of her…

“(Your name)?” A distorted voice asked softly in the dark, multiple clawed hands grabbed at the steel bars that kept him contained. “My lovely girl is still so beautiful…”

“Hello, (your name).” (Your name) nearly leapt out of her skin when the familiar baritone voice of Ludwig reached her ears. She quickly whipped around with a rosy blush on her cheeks. (Your name) hadn’t seen the paladin over the last few weeks since she had been so busy sneaking around for information.

“O-oh you scared me, Ludwig…” (your name) bowed to Ludwig to try to hide her embarrassment. “I’m not used to you seeking me out.”

“Is there a problem with me seeking you out?” Ludwig quirked a brow at her which made (your name) hurriedly shake her head. She was like a rabbit. It would have been adorable if he were any other man, but alas he had no interest in her in that sense. She was a means to an end to him was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Not at all… have you come to ask about my whereabouts?” (Your name) asked in an excited tone, her face lit up with hope. “I found out something rather interesting. You see, the blood-“

“No. I actually came here to ask about Lady Desiree.” Ludwig frowned at how instantaneously (your name) deflated like a ballon. He needed her for this info so he should cut to the chase. “I ran into her the other night and she seemed a bit off… I’m concerned about my peer.”

“She has been a bit off lately… everyone has.” (Your name) replied softly. “The two of you, as well as the other paladins and clerics, have been consuming a lot of the blood for power right?”

Ludwig nearly sighed aloud in frustration. Was (your name) trying to sneak her research into this conversation? He couldn’t care less about that, he merely wanted to know if Desiree was actually uncivilized.

“Yes.”

“Desiree has been quite stressed lately. She’s been working really hard.” (Your name) frowned at Ludwig. She may be naive but she wasn’t stupid, she knew Ludwig didn’t want to hear about her secret discover… no one did. “I think she should take a break for a while, maybe she’d get back to normal quicker? I’m worried about her too, Ludwig.”

Ludwig nearly screamed aloud in frustration. (Your name)’s information wasn’t useful at all! She wasn’t useful and it took everything in him not to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze-

A flash of white hair caught his eye, which made him compose himself. There Desiree was- what on earth?

Desiree slammed her shoulder into Ludwig’s to bend down to hold (your name)’s hands with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re worried about me?” Desiree’s breathing is irregular and that’s when Ludwig noticed the bandages wrapped around her arms. Had Desiree injured herself? She didn’t have any injuries during the most recent hunt… “You don’t have anything to worry about, I’m perfectly okay.”

“Desiree, you have not been coming to my healing sessions and you’ve been so irritable lately.” (Your name) whispered, her eyes filled with concern. “Desiree, what happened to your arms?!”

Desiree looked nearly euphoric when (your name) fretted over her which raised alarm bells in Ludwig’s head. Why did Desiree act so strange around (your name) when he was right here? Ludwig deserved Desiree’s attention-

Ludwig felt bile rise in his throat when he thought he saw a red eyeball on the back of Desiree’s neck. What the hell was that?

Ludwig rubbed his eye and it was no longer visible. He swore he saw an abnormality on Desiree but perhaps his mind had played tricks on him. He had been exhausted as of late due to the mess the ink left behind on his desk and floor. It took days to scrub it all out. He had to get on his hands and knees like a beggar!

Yet there was still black ink stuck under his nails. He had tried to pick under them with a sharp tool but even then, the tar black wouldn’t leave his nails. It was unsightly… just like the disheveled Desiree before him.

“Nothing to be concerned about. I’m perfectly okay.” Desiree glared at Ludwig who seemed puzzled over the matter entirely. Desiree couldn’t stand that narcissistic jerk. “How about you come to my study with me?”

“Your study? We should go to the infirmary.” (Your name) grabbed Desiree’s hand and began to drag the paladin toward the infirmary. “Goodbye, Ludwig.”

Ludwig bit his tongue, his eyes narrowed at (your name) who dragged Desiree away. He was angry yet… why did Desiree look at (your name) like a starved animal? (Your name) was a helpless lamb… what if Desiree hurt her? Wait.

Ludwig felt his stomach flip in anxiousness. Why were his emotions so jumbled? Why did he care what happened to the saintess?

Ludwig went to turn on his heel to head back to his own study but an overwhelming emotion overtook him. He needed to follow them. He needed to know the truth.

And so the cleric slinked after the two in the shadows. Ludwig hoped Desiree didn’t find him creepy…

He didn’t think he’d be able to live with himself if his angel hated him.

(Your name) felt bile in her throat at the many eyes and patches of fur that littered Desiree’s arms. This was so much worse than she thought… Desiree was turning into a beast.

“It’s really not that bad-“ (your name) smacked her hands on Desiree’s cheeks. The healer slowly began to sob which instantly made Desiree frantic. “No, don’t cry. I’m okay-“

“I made a discovery awhile ago...” (Your name) sobbed as she placed her head on her friend’s shoulder for comfort. “The blood is tainted. It’s evil… but I can’t get anyone to believe me-“

“Darling, I assure you that I’m stronger than ever. This is merely a setback-“

“None of you are slaying monsters.” (Your name) muttered so softly, Desiree almost didn’t hear her. “You’re killing humans. I… I saw the missing soldiers in the basement and they started to turn into monsters. I don’t want you to go there too. I don’t want you to be an experiment…”

“I’m just so happy you care so much about me and the other soldiers.” Desiree smiled at (your name), her hands held (your name)’s in her calloused palms. “Your eyes are always on Ludwig so I had assumed he was the only star in your galaxy… it upsets me to see you fawn over that narcissistic bastard.”

“Oh I merely admire Ludwig. He’s very goal oriented and a great role model. He just makes me nervous is all. I don’t like him like that-“

(Your name) gasped when Desiree suddenly flipped her over to rest on the desk. Her hands desperately grasped at (your name) clothed skin. What on earth was Desiree doing?

“W-what are you-“ (your name) gasped when Desiree slammed her lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Desiree ground her hips into (your name)’s which made (your name) quickly shove her away. “Stop!”

Desiree gasped and began to stammer our apologies. “I��m sorry… I’m so sorry!” Desiree felt tears gather in her eyes from the rejection. She hadn’t meant to make (your name) uncomfortable… she thought (your name) had wanted to kiss too! “I don’t know what came over me-“

Desiree gasped when (your name) leaned forward and began to use her divine power on her. A warmth enveloped desire as the eyes and hair slowly began to fade away.

“Do you feel better?” (Your name) sucked in a deep breath before she exhaled in relief. A bit of sweat dropped down her forehead. She didn’t realize how much divine power it would take to reverse the change… but it was possible. “If you start to change again, can you come to me?”

Desiree nodded her head, her cheeks still red with embarrassment. How foolish was she to believe the saintess harbored romantic feelings for her…

“I’m sorry for doing that. I’m so ashamed-“ Desiree’s eyes widened when (your name) placed a finger over her lips.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed.” (Your name) gave Desiree a reassuring smile. “Loving someone should never be shameful. You just shouldn’t kiss people without asking them.”

Oh… oh! Did this mean Desiree had a chance?!

“Then… can I kiss you, Saintess (your name)?” Desiree asked in a hushed voice. Her silver eyes heavy with lust as her body caged (your name) to the desk.

“Of course Dame Desiree.” (Your name) was instantly pulled into a hungry kiss. The two women’s hands awkwardly roamed each other’s bodies until they found the perfect ratio of petting to kissing.

Little did the two lovers know of a certain paladin who had seen the entirety of their confession. Large horns began to sprout from his head as black fur covered his body.

What did (your name) mean she didn’t like him like that? Then why did she always seek him out if she didn’t love him? Was this all a game of hers to take Desiree from him? To play with him like a cat does a mouse until it gets bored?

No… he couldn’t accept this. They couldn’t be together. No, one of them had to be with him.

Ludwig quickly scurried off into the shadows before he was discovered. His body rapidly changing from man to beast as his jealousy consumed him.

When Ludwig finally made it back to his study, his new appearance horrified him. He was now as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside…

He was a monster.

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hrefna-the-raven · 7 months

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Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Part 2 - Hope in hell

Words: 1258

Warnings: drunkenness, drunk confessions

Summary: It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's...."Is he...drunk?", you asked....

You swiftly positioned the objects on the hastily sketched summoning circle, your drowsy eyes still longing for sleep. It was the dead of night, and you had been immersed in blissful dreams before they were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a certain incubus. Usually I'd tease you just for my amusement but you need to come to House of Hope. Now. It's about the master. Hurry up little mouse. Haarlep's words echoed relentlessly in your thoughts. He lacked his usual playfulness which worried you. What was happening with Raphael and why in the nine hells would the incubus reach out to you for help? Placing the final object onto the circle, you stepped into the radiant glow that materialised before you.

You ran through the corridors of the House of Hope, rushing towards the boudoir, the only room where the incubus always lingered. Just as you passed around the last corner, you witnessed a bottle flying out of the doorway of the boudoir, crashing onto the ground and shattering into countless pieces, accompanied by an angry, slurred, yet familiar, voice. Cautiously you entered the room and gasped at the scene unfolding before you. Haarlep was casually leaning against the wall, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. Further inside, Raphael was seated on the floor, dressed in only a pair of thin black pants, his back resting against a nearby pillar next to a small pool. His hair was dishevelled, his fiery orange eyes clouded, and his hand moved erratically through the air as he mumbled something unintelligible to you.

"What happened?", you looked at Haarlep who was still smirking.

"Well I think it would better if my esteemed master tells you everything himself, little mouse", he chuckled, proceeding towards the devil with you following close behind..

The moment Raphael laid eyes on you, his hazy expression turned into one of shock. He attempted to get up, but his hands slipped clumsily from the pillars he was using as support. His tall cambion body then slumped back onto the ground, and a pained groan escaped his lips.

"How issit possible you can look like 'er?!", the devil slurred loudly, "'s'only...it's...you contemptuous creature!", he snarled, struggling to lift himself from the ground once again, "h-how did you? You have slept with her! My li-little pr-precious mouse!"

Haarlep chuckled at Raphael's second attempt to stand up, then lifted his master's stumbling form onto his shoulders and began walking towards the back of the room. It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's....

"Is he...drunk?", you asked the incubus, prompting a hearty laugh from him.

"Well of course, little mouse", Haarlep responded with a hint of amusement, "I added a little something to his drinks tonight so, for once in his miserable life, he'd be rather unrestrained and truthful instead of his usual insufferable self."

"But why?", you exclaimed, the question bursting out of you, "and why summon me here?"

Raphael's eyes snapped up at the sound of your voice. He raised his head and his hand gently cupped your cheek.

"You look and sound so so so real", he slurred, his words interrupted by a hiccup, "I wish she was here, I-I mmmiss her."

Raphael's hand slipped away from your face as Haarlep continued walking. He tossed the devil onto the bed and turned to face you, gripping your chin and tilting your face upward.

"We used to delve into the depths of carnal pleasure, admittedly only onesided pleasure but still...and then you came along and he won't shut up about you. I can't fathom how you managed to capture the attention and affection of this self-centered devil, but here we are. Now, my dear, seize this opportunity while I go and find genuine pleasure elsewhere", he tapped your head gently, "oh and by the way, you're welcome."

The incubus gave you a sly wink before disappearing into thin air, leaving you alone, in hell, with an utterly shitfaced Raphael.

You felt a clawed hand tug at you and when you turned around you saw Raphael sitting up on the bed, his expression carried an unusual gentleness that caught you off guard. In a gasp, you found yourself being pulled closer to him, your bodies pressed together as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed, with your delicate form resting on top of his. Your heart raced, threatening to burst out of your chest and you almost released a soft moan at the sensation of his warm, exposed skin against yours, coupled with the intoxicating aroma of cherries, sulfure, and an indescribably sweet scent that was unfamiliar to you, which, you concluded, must have been the result of whatever Haarlep had given him to drink. The devil wrapped his wings around you and tilted your head, forcing you to look at him, his lips parted to say something but you spoke before he could even utter a word.

"I'm not Haarlep."

Raphael chuckled and you felt blush spreading across your cheeks as his warm sweet breath fanned across your skin.

"I know, little mouse."

His hand found its way to your head, his fingers tenderly curling around the back of your neck as he leaned in closer. His lips collided with yours in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into the embrace. His tongue pushed past your lips, deepening the kiss as the hot taste of sickly sweet liquor filled your mouth. You were the one to break the kiss first, gasping for air and desperately trying to ignore the pleasure pulsating between your thighs.

"You know", Raphael whispered, making a conscious effort to sound as sober as possible, "I've ground rather fond of you, in my own way."

You cupped his cheek, unable to pull your gaze away from his the orange flames dancing in his eyes, grinning slightly as he furrowed his brows, a failing attempt to concentrate in his drunken state.

"I l-l-looove you", he slurred in a half moan, eye closing at the gentleness of your touch, his head falling back, "stay with me."

"If I've learning anything from our encounters", you spoke softly, " then that you'll hate me and yourself tomorrow morning when you realise what happened."

A sudden wave of melancholy swept over your thoughts. You found yourself uncertain about how to handle this very strange and particular situation. From the moment you laid eyes on the charismatic devil from the first moment he appeared, even though you were aware that his charm and polite demeanour were merely tools to deceive you into a pact. And yet here you were, lying on top of said devil, his dishevelled appearance and drunken state revealing a vulnerable side as he clumsily professed his love to you, unfiltered and genuine words of truth finally finding their way into your heart. His arms enveloped you tightly in a warm embrace.

"Stay here, little mouse", he murmured softly as his breathing slowed and a gentle snore escaped his lips.

You couldn't help but smile as you rested your head upon his chest. Thoughts of what the morning would bring, when Raphael would awaken sober and potentially irritable to find you sleeping on him, briefly crossed your mind. However, you decided to leave that worry for another day. In this moment, all you wanted was to revel in the happiness and solace that your devil provided. With a contented sigh, your eyes grew heavy, and you peacefully drifted off into a tranquil slumber.

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I'm tempted to do a second part and play with the thought of how a sober Raphael would probably react to this and what will become of Haarlep...if Haarlep ever comes back^^

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@dark-and-kawaii I thought you might wanna be tagged on this 😊

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phykoha · 10 months

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What is your future leo goes to the present au? Is that different than hea?

@kingy-blog @abbeyofcyn

It IS different from HEA!

HEA has all 4 turtles surviving the invasion and going to the past, but this one is just Leo (I don't have a name for it yet).

So, to set this up, I have this headcanon about the Kraang's prison dimension that time works very differently there. That time and space function very differently.

For example, if you were to enter the prison dimension, walk for a while in any direction, and then exit the prison dimension, you would end up at a very different point in time than you entered. And not just bc it took a while to walk there. Where you are in space affects where you are in time, basically.

So. Let's say. That our beloved Leader of The Resistance, Leo. Was not killed in the Kraang blast. And was instead taken. And put into the prison dimension as a sort of punishment for his actions against the Kraang.

And since he'd have no way out and nothing better to do, he starts to walk. And walk. And walk. And falls off a few ledges but gravity is lighter here so he's fine. And walk...

And... Oh boy what's that in the distance? Is that a Kraang? Good grief. What is it doing? Nevermind- if there's a Kraang in here, then there has to be a doorway. A way out. Oh he's gonna have fun kicking that thing's ass- Oh? Who's... Who's it fighting? Could that count as fighting..? Looks more like a onesided ass beat to him.

Is that a... kid?

#blah blah blah #inbox answer #The Time Traveled AU #TTT AU #tmnt #rottmnt #hehehehhehehehe

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invidiia · 1 year

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After reading yan Chuuya could I have a yan Dazai with willing reader? Pls and thank you ❤️

꒰ yandere!dazai x willing reader hcs ꒱

notes ; HI YES YOU CAN HAVE IT ! i liked writing this one, thank you for requesting! i don't think i had a whole lot to say about him with a willing reader, i DO however have a lot to say about him as a yandere!! i'll put it all into another work sometime soon!!

warnings ; implied/basically kidnapping, yandere themes, toxic relationships, obsessive 'love', i do NOT condone any of this kind of stuff IRL. this is purely fiction!!

⋆ he's over the moon!!

⋆ i mean, he already told himself from the start that some day soon you would give in to his affection, so props to this guy for being right!

⋆ /j ^ but he can't say he's upset that you're giving into everything as if he didn't kidnap you

⋆ dazai's definitely overjoyed when you don't pull away from him when he goes out of his way to show you affection!! maybe it's the way you let him hug you without pushing him away from you, or the way you don't shiver under him when he approaches.

⋆ personally, i think dazai would spare you from physically touch for the most part if his s/o didn't want it. even then, it's practically unavoidable, receiving affection from him. nobody can really avoid being randomly grabbed or random shoulder touching, even his coworkers, that's just dazai. but i can make a whole other post about that!!

⋆ but theres no denying it - you won't fully be spared from physical contact, not with him. but giving into it? WHOLE different story!! he noticed how you didn't push him off of you when he tried to hug you, and when you went to bed, you let him cuddle with you!

⋆ it's going so well, now you two can hug and kiss and show other types of affection as if you two are normal lovers, and not a onesided relationship you were forced into!

⋆ but i talked about this in the chuuya version, too. if you're trying to get more privileges by showing him affection, he knows.

⋆ sure, hugging chuuya back and letting him kiss you all over will get you access to rooms other than your own and the bathroom, but dazai sees right through it. i see no reason this can't work out for him.

⋆ if you're lucky, maybe you'll get access to a phone or the lock on the silverware drawer removed, but that's about it. you can keep trying to win him over, but you'll never get outside unless you escape from him successfully. sorry!!

@ kolyakisses

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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hi cutie,

are we able to get a look inside how reader x jake bond after "the invisible strings" chapter.

after all these years it might still be awkward for reader to say they love jake, so she says it VERY sparingly. Jake will be a golden retriever and follow her everywhere and give her constant affirmations to make up for all that lost time and she just sits there and smiles, goes on with what she's doing until he's sick of all the "onesided" affection and he cries for her and asks why she's always so cold to him even when he's telling her she's basically the moon of his life or something.

Honestly foaming at the mouth when you update in your folklore masterlist. You are such a gem. 💕💕💕

folklore drabble: this love ✩ jake sully

masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ folklore masterlist

summary: jake sully x female!reader, she's a little angsty, fluffy ending

word count: 1.392

comments: every day i tell myself i am done w folklore but i get a request that i love and here i am lmao but i am working on a mini series, lets see if she gets published + another fic, depending on the time i get that one done, i might post later today if not tmrw! kk bye hope u enjoy this bbys

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Jake was so patient with you, always going above and beyond to show you just how much you meant to him, doing things most mates didn't do just because he wanted to. He enjoyed spending as much time with you as possible, now not having so many things to worry about, safe in the reefs he was able to make up for lost time. At least that’s what he tried to do but two kids later and it was still so very hard for you to express your love for him. Even though you felt it so deeply, all the time and at any given moment of the day you loved him. But it was difficult, far too real for you to repeat those words back to him.

It was so much easier communicating your feelings with him through physical acts. Like when he had you deep in the privacy of the forest, your body reacted to him so willingly, showing him just how much you yearned for him, just how badly you could not live without him.

He understood your trepidation, but it didn’t stop the sting that burrowed deeper into his chest. He was trailing behind you, Ney’la following closely as you coddled your newest addition to the family. Ozai.

The little boy babbled in your arms, talking gibberish as you pretended to understand him. “Is that so, little one?”

A loud laugh erupted from Ozai, and it caused your eyes to light up. Ney’la tugging on the end of your tail. A laugh ripped from your throat as you swished it behind you, the four year old giggling loudly as she chased after it. He felt his heart thump to see you so happy, warmth bubbling in his chest as you laughed. Right before you entered Ronal’s mauri, Jake set Ozai down, letting him crawl after his sister as Ney’la ran straight into Ronal’s youngest daughter's arms. He tugged on your hand gently, his fingers tangling with yours as he pulled you into him. “Hm?”

He pressed a kiss to your mouth, it was soft and made your mind go dizzy. “I love you, Yawne.”

You just hummed against his lips, pressing a short kiss to his cheeks as you sent him a smile, walking away from him into the home of your closest friend.

Jake stood there frozen, face pinching in discomfort as you walked away from him. At times he figured your unwillingness to be so overly affectionate was because your kids were around, you had six total, it was nearly impossible to get you alone. But now, when it had just been you two, you still refused to say those three words to him.

You had said them before, but they were far and few in between, in the past five years he could probably count on two hands how many times you’ve told him you loved him. And he’d still have a few fingers left.

Jake was spiraling, wondering why you couldn’t just say it back. Tears sprung to his eyes, something so unusual for him. He cleared his throat, rubbing roughly at his eyes as he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He had many things to do with the men of the Clan, he couldn’t dwell on this.

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But dwell he did, he was distracted, what were normally easy feats were proving very difficult for the Toruk Makto, and everyone noticed it. Jake’s sadness was turning into frustration, evident in the way he roughly pulled the sphere from the water, empty with no catch. Tonowari dropped his hand onto Jake’s shoulder, “JakeSully, the day does not seem to agree with you.”

The Olo’eyktan was trying to ease his mood, and Jake was appreciative. “Go home to your mate, we will see you tomorrow.”

Jake nodded his head, weakly muttering a goodbye as he made his way back to his mauri. His mind was swirling with insecurities, wondering if something changed in your perspective of him, was it not what you thought it would be? Was he not what you thought he'd be? Was he not doing enough?

He entered your mauri and was surprised to find only you in the home, chopping away at fruits and vegetables, a large fish already skinned and peeled right beside you. “Hello, Ma’Jake.”

You sent him a smile, but quickly turned back to your task, he just hummed to let you know he heard you. “How was your day?”

“Tiresome.”

Your motions stilled for a second at the bite in his tone, ears twitching lightly when you noticed something was wrong with him. Your fingers nervously gripped at the knife in your hand, chopping away quickly. “Did you get a good catch?”

“No.”

You huffed quietly, but decided against asking him anything more. If he did not wish to speak with you, then you were not going to pry. Awkward tension filled your family home, Jake’s frustration melting into sadness. He clamped down on his bottom lip roughly, trying to think of how he can bring up the topic. Your chopping was getting louder, a bit more erratic and he worried you’d accidentally cut yourself at the rate you were going. In a quick movement he was by your side, clamping your hand with the knife in his. You let out a deep breath, snapping out of your turmoil. “Why do you not say you love me?”

Your head snapped up to look at him, shock evident in your eyes. “Jake-”

“Have I done something? Am I-”

He let out a deep breath, his voice thick with hurt, “Am I not doing enough?”

Your eyes scanned over his face, his brows were pinched together, lips turned downward and deep hurt swirling in his eyes. Your silence was answer enough for him, his hand let go of yours, stumbling back. He felt like you had just slapped him across the face.

You instantly knew what he was thinking, you were up quickly, walking towards him. Tears welled your eyes to see him so hurt, your fingers wrapped around his wrist, “Yawne.”

You pulled him towards you but Jake refused to meet your eyes, “Jake-how could you think that?”

He didn’t say anything, still refusing to meet your gaze, “You do so much for me Ma’Jake, I do love you. I am just-scared.”

Your fingers gripped at his jaw lightly, pulling his head down to look at you. There were small streaks of tears on his face, it caused your lip to tremble gently, guilt webbing into your chest as he looked at you. “Scared?”

“Yes-like if I say it too much you will grow tired of me.”

Jake felt like someone had wrenched something deep into his chest, the worried lines on your face melting away as sadness overtook your features. “I-I am scared this will get ripped away from me.”

Jake cupped the back of your neck, pulling you towards him to press a deep kiss onto your lips, gripping you tightly against him. The words falling from your mouth, “I love you so much.”

Jake’s tail thumped harshly, pulling away to nuzzle his face against yours, “I love you.”

You pressed another kiss to his jaw, pulling away from him, “I will do my best to say it more often, Ma’Jake. Just-please understand I wished for this for so long and the thought of you changing your mind-it scares me.”

Your voice was low, just for the two of you to hear, “If I have to bring down the sun for you to understand that I will never change my mind then just say the words. You're stuck with me, Yawne.”

A small laugh fell from your mouth, “Not the sun, maybe a few stars.”

Jake’s chest shook with a laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple as he wrapped his arms around you once again. Your face nuzzled into his chest, pressing a light kiss against his collar bone.

His arms rubbed down your back, gently pulling you closer as you hummed quietly. “Help me finish the food?”

Jake nodded as you pulled away from him, your fingers tangling with his as you pulled him along. “Just say it one more time.”

You laughed again, your head shaking as you sat down, Jake following after you. “I love you, Ma’Jake.”

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devildom-moss · 10 months

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For the requests... Maybe a GN!Mc that just constantly flirts with Mephisto despite him being all grumpy towards them? Like a "I hate you" "Aww I love you too" type dynamic if that makes sense? Like a onesided enemies to lovers or like a frenemies to lovers type of thing. Thank you so much!

Okay, I hope I got enough flirting in this one and that you will enjoy your very late request. And thank you for the request and for an excuse to think about Mephisto.

Flirty gn!MC and Mephisto (one-sided enemies-to-lovers)

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(slightly suggestive) (tsundere Mephisto) (maybe lacking good transitions?)

Word Count: +2,400

The thing is, Mephisto really didn’t like you at first, and there wasn’t anything you could have done to change his initial impression: a feeble little human who was getting attention from Diavolo and staying with the brothers. Even the fact that you were cohabitating with the likes of Lucifer had rubbed him the wrong way, but that was okay. You kept changing and growing. And you were persistent – despite how much of a cold asshole Mephisto tried to be, especially when you first started talking to him.

Leviathan had once told you: “LOLOL your toxic trait is that you think you can befriend any demon just because you’re cute and nice – I-I mean! I don’t think you’re cute, per se. Just that – GAH! Forget I said anything!”

He was right, in a way. When you saw that lanky, purple-haired loser in a god-awful tie, your first thought was, “yeah, I want that one.”

The fact that he didn’t seem to like you wasn’t the deterrent he was hoping it would be, either. However, when Mephisto saw the slight narrowing of Lucifer’s eyes as you greeted him in the hallway with that smile, he knew that the attention you were giving him was getting under Lucifer’s skin. That was all the reason he needed to let you keep doing whatever nonsense you were doing: when you waved at him even though his only response was ever a glare, when you brought him sweets that you and Luke made, when you told him he looked handsome randomly or praised him for his most recent newspaper piece. Initially, his response to your compliments was a rather blunt and defensive, “what do you want?” He was a demon, and he mostly only conversed with other demons; it was only natural that he assumed you would want something in return for your praise. But after the seventh time, you still hadn’t asked him for anything.

Somehow, the first time you asked a favor from him didn’t actually hurt your cause. You had just received a text from Luke, warning you that Solomon had baked that morning and he was looking for you. Your eyes widened, and when you looked up to see Mephisto just a few feet ahead of you in the hallway, your affection and whatever you had left of your self-preservation launched you towards him.

“Mephisto, my favorite demon, hide me, please,” you begged as you tried and failed to hide behind his back.

“H-hey.” Mephisto was shocked by your actions – and your proximity to his body. “Who’d you annoy this time – other than me?”

“Solomon baked. He’s looking for me.”

Mephisto may be a demon, but he wasn’t a monster. He had heard the stories of Solomon’s creations, so he grabbed you roughly by the arm and dragged you into the newspaper room. The not-so-distant sound of Solomon calling your name filled both you and Mephisto with dread. Mephisto brought you to his usual desk and shoved you underneath it – safely out of sight just moments before Solomon entered the room.

“Mephistopheles, is MC in here?”

“Of course not,” Mephisto sat down in his seat – surprisingly careful not to step on your hands. Now you were hidden from all sides. “I’m in too good of a mood for that to be the case.”

“Can’t relate,” Solomon narrowed his eyes. He was going to offer Mephisto a cookie, but if he was going to be that way about Solomon’s favorite apprentice, he could forget it. “I thought I heard their voice a minute ago. Maybe not, then. I should just text them and ask where they are. I hope they didn’t leave RAD already.”

You quickly turned your D.D.D. to silent.

“This is all very interesting, but I would appreciate it if you did leave. I have plenty of work to do.”

“Alright, consider me out of your hair,” Solomon turned to leave.

You held your breath until you heard the door close. Your D.D.D. lit up just as Mephisto slid back in his chair and gave you the “all clear.”

“Thank you so much,” you smiled up at him as you crawled out from under the desk. Mephisto looked away. That was a sight he was not prepared for. You joked, “I owe you my life.”

“No thanks, I’ve seen enough of it; I don’t want it.”

“Want head instead?” you teased, “I’m already down here.”

Mephisto wondered if you had read the brief thought that had entered his mind when he looked down at you earlier. He started to blush, wide-eyed and dumbfounded. Maybe that was too far?

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I was just teasing you, but I think that was too vulgar. I shouldn’t –”

“You shouldn’t tempt demons like that – even as a joke, you fool. But,” Mephisto sighed, stood up and offered you his hand, “don’t worry about it or anything.”

The eighth time you complimented Mephisto, there was a noticeable change in his response: “It doesn’t mean much coming from you, but thanks or something.”

Every little allowance Mephisto had granted you inevitably resulted in you growing closer until you were joking with him in the hallway after class. If someone didn’t know better, they would suspect that you two were friends – despite the fact that Mephisto typically refused to smile around you.

“So, Satan had set up a trip wire at the top of the stairs, and we didn’t think it would work. It probably wouldn’t have if he wasn’t so preoccupied with chasing Mammon around the house – he opened up another credit account under Lucifer’s name. Anyway, both of them got caught and fell down the stairs. Neither got too hurt, but when Lucifer got up, he was pissed. He rounded us all up and asked in that scary tone of his, ‘what the fuck was that?’ I, barely thinking, told him it was a performance art piece titled ‘Oh How the Mighty Have Fallen 2: Down the Stairs and Into Debt.’”

“You didn’t,” Mephisto smiled and laughed – perhaps too much for his own comfort.

Diavolo, who happened to be nearby, remarked, “goodness, Mephisto, you seem to be getting along so well with MC recently. I’m glad.”

“Them? My Lord, you’re uncharacteristically mistaken. I don’t even like this human,” Mephisto denied Diavolo’s claim.

“That’s okay. I have enough love for the both of us,” you smiled. Diavolo nodded and left, hoping he could erase those words from his mind.

“You’re annoyingly persistent and delusional,” Mephisto rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“And you still keep me around. I’m so lucky.”

Mephisto let out the most exasperated huff you had ever heard. Although, in truth, he was probably more upset at Diavolo for pointing out that he was actually enjoying your company. But it was only because you were telling him a story at Lucifer’s expense. Understandably, he was even more annoyed when Lucifer started heading your way. Lucifer came up and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you away from Mephisto slightly.

“Shall I walk you home today, MC?” Lucifer offered.

“Oh, but I wanted to annoy Mephisto on his way to town,” you told him. “You were going to see if that shop had gotten the special edition case of Demonus you asked for in stock, right?”

“How did you know that?” Mephisto questioned you.

“You told me earlier this week. Don’t you remember? You whined about how your shipment got delayed and the store told you to come back in a few days.”

Mephisto tried to recall, and it came to him slowly. It was irritating how many moments with you he had to scan through just from this week. He kept his arms crossed tight and sternly told you to go home with Lucifer. You agreed, hoping not to irritate your grumpy friend any further that day. Bitterly, once you left, Mephisto recalled the story you had told about Lucifer, and a smile graced his lips again. He wished he hadn’t let you go.

Technically, you did want to annoy Mephisto and spend time with him, but you also wanted to check out the shop he mentioned. It would be a nice place to investigate, especially if you ever needed to gift a bottle of Demonus to someone. You decided to go there yourself the following day, only to hear a familiar voice when you entered the shop.

You found the source and called out to him. Mephisto was pleasantly surprised to see you, but he hid it well.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“They didn’t have my Demonus when I stopped by yesterday,” Mephisto admitted. “They told me to come back the next morning and they’d have it, so now I’m here.”

“Oh? Well, I’m glad I ran into you.” He wished you hadn’t said that.

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to check out the shop. I figured you have good taste in Demonus, so if I ever wanted to get some as a present for somebody, buying from a shop you frequent would guarantee good quality.”

“You know, they sell cheap shit here, too. It’s better to learn about the brands than to just go to the store blindly.”

A pretty witch with such muscular arms that you couldn’t help but notice appeared from another aisle, carrying Mephisto’s Demonus, and cleared her throat knowingly.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that, Esme. You know I wouldn’t trust anyone other than you to procure the good stuff. Listen, MC, if you really want to know what’s good, come in and ask her. She moved to the Devildom just to open the shop – she couldn’t last if she didn’t know what she was doing.” Mephisto scrambled to not offend his favorite Demonus supplier.

“Don’t sweat in front of your cute little friend, Fifi~” she teased. You tried not to laugh at that nickname. “I know we sell Devil Tail Demonus – but some people like the bad stuff. Anyway, you’re pretty handy at recommending good Demonus, too. Just ask him if you want to know what to get, cutie.”

“First of all, this isn’t my friend. And second, I don’t have all the time in the world to explain the ins and outs of good Demonus.”

“Not friends? Lovers, then?” She set the case on the counter. “That’s a shame. I was hoping this little one might be into witches.”

“Definitely not!” Mephisto protested.

“Not into witches or not dating you?”

“Neither!” He handed Esme his black card.

“Hey, don’t speak for me!” You interrupted. That really got under his skin.

“You must be really flustered if you’re forgetting that you already paid when you put in the order. I mean, if you want to pay me twice, I’m cool with that.”

“Sorry.” He put the card back in his wallet quickly before grabbing his Demonus. “Thanks.”

The witch shook her head. “You certain there’s nothing going on here?”

“Oh, I’m basically in love with him,” you poked him gently, mindful of the case in his arms.

“Carrying a big case of alcohol here,” he sighed, “could you not?”

“That’s too bad,” Esme joked.

“I hate you both.”

“I love you, too,” you grinned.

“And I love that you’re a consistent patron – and a very entertaining one at that, with very cute non-friends.”

“Let’s go, MC,” Mephisto shifted the weight of his alcohol into one arm so he could grab you and pull you towards the exit.

“But I was going to look around.”

“Nope. Maybe another day. You’re helping me carry this back to my house. Not everyone has arms that could pop a demon’s head like a grape.” In truth, he could have called for a ride or any number of alternate solutions, but he was desperate to get you out of there. Witch? More like a succubus with all of that flirting.

Mephisto carried the bulk of it, only giving you one of the six bottles to carry. When you arrived at his home, he invited you in. With a short, “follow me,” he walked you down into his Demonus cellar.

“You’re not going to murder me and stuff me in a Demonus barrel, are you?” you asked.

“Good plan, but no. I’m just storing these in the proper place.”

He had them organized by origin Realm, millennia, and then century, with different shelves for woody, floral, fruity, and blended flavors. He even had a notebook near the entry to the cellar with an inventory that included notes for all the Demonus he had tried thus far. It was . . . very normal.

“Do you want to stay and try this new one? You did help me carry it home – consider it a thanks of sorts. It has to chill, but I suppose I could talk to you while we wait.”

“Oh, someone is softening up to me,” you teased. You weren’t entirely sure that he didn’t still hate you and that his upbringing just encouraged him to be polite. However, there was also no way that carrying that one bottle was even necessary. You smiled at him. “Sure, I’d love to try it with you.”

Mephisto took the bottle from your hand and brought you and his Demonus upstairs. He placed the bottle in a large, enclosed terrarium and tapped the glass. It started to snow inside the terrarium.

“That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.” In your awe, the pun flew over your head. He could have chilled it with magic – hell, even you could have chilled it with magic, but neither of you did.

Mephisto motioned for you to take a seat on the nearby couch before he sat down in the chair opposite to you. “So, you’re looking to buy Demonus for someone? Lucifer or Diavolo, I assume?”

“No. Not really, but I thought if I ever had to, it’d be good to know where to go.”

“Good.”

“Huh? Why is that good?”

“Fuck, are you really going to make me say it?”

“I think you’re going to have to, yeah.” He was being too vague.

“You better not be joking around when you tell people you love me, got it? Because I,” Mephisto squirmed in his chair, “I don’t like the idea of you buying gifts for some other demon. I don’t like witches flirting with you. And I completely abhor Lucifer putting his arm around you like some big-shot and walking you home.”

“You told me to go home with him!”

“I didn’t know it was going to piss me off, okay?” Mephisto crossed his arms over his chest like an indignant child.

“Shit, I really wore you down,” you teased. “You like me.”

“I like you when you shut up.”

“Make me.”

Oh, he had spent all night thinking about how he could shut you up (and how he could make you scream). You really hadn’t learned not to tempt demons, yet.

#anon #requests #ask #gn!mc #mephistopheles #obey me #please enjoy my random little oc filler character witch as much as I did #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles x reader

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 5 months

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JJK x Reader Masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

key

💧 = nsfw

🥐 = angst

🎐 = personal favorites

🤝🏾 = black!reader

headcanons

how this character loves (as told by tarot)

megumi

kento

toji

satoru

suguru

choso

songs + jjk characters (satoru, kento, megumi, yuuji)

jjk characters at the cookout out 🤝🏾 (suguru, yuuji, megumi, kento, satoru, toji)

multifics

i cherish you, halcyon days (gojou x reader + onesided!getou x reader)

You’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. You’re 17 years old when you realize who your killer will be. And you’re 17 years old when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.

oneshots + other fictions

jjk faerie au

a collection of oneshots and drabbles interwoven with faerie mythology.

10:30 🥐🎐

Days where both you and Kento have days off rarely line up; sadly you're not selfish enough to abandon your reservations for brunch.

15:30

You like Gojou Satoru a lot more when he's annoying you, not when he's a depressed mess.

the summer moon was born from the waves to be loved 💧🎐 pt 1 | pt 2

You got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

i cherish you, halcyon days 🥐🎐 [old]

“you’re gonna die, kid. in the worst way possible. but because i like you so much, i’ll let you ask three questions about it.” you’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. you’re 17 when you realize who your killer will be. and you’re a day away from turning 18 when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.

18:45

It’s because you’re the strongest that I have to stay with you; who’s going to protect you otherwise?

your love, like birth and death

In which you hope a misguided prince realizes his affection towards you is misplaced gratitude whereas Satoru finds himself proposing once more.

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji x reader #suguru x reader #toji x reader

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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14 from fluffs prompt w mingyu from svt soulmate au? :)

UNCANNILY PERFECT genre ➳ fluff. soulmate au. friends to lovers. kinda onesided pining for a bit. warnings ➳ mention of alcohol consumption. kissing. overall very fluffy. pairing ➳ mingyu x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2k. a/n ➳ thank you so much for requesting this anon!! it was so fun to write now that i'm past my writer's block <33 i hope you enjoy!

The phrase “I love you” wasn’t supposed to be taken very lightly. If you said it too much, its ability would wear out. And everyone knew that the only way to find your soulmate was to confess those 3 words to them. Only then would you know for sure whether you had found your other half or not.

You were a bit overly cautious to not say it. You got anxious when other people said it, even if they were soulmates. One of your worst nightmares was confessing to someone you really really loved, just to find out they weren’t the one, or worse, find out that the confession didn’t work because you had said it too much.

You had said it only two times in your life. Once when you were 6 and had heard it around before knowing how important the phrase was. Your mother had quickly explained it to you before you went around saying it to everyone. The other time was when you were a teenager. You wanted to rebel against your parents since they didn’t approve of your boyfriend at the time. So, you said I love you to him. Not only did he freak out and dump you after that, but another confession was wasted. The truth was, your parents had been right about not liking him. He turned out to be a pretty trashy person.

You had gone crying to your best friend, Mingyu, after the whole experience. He had laughed at you and comforted you and told you that only having said it twice wasn’t going to hurt you too much and that he had said it more than five times, but he still thought it worked.

Now that you were an adult, you felt the need to find your soulmate more than ever before. Your fear of saying I love you was still very prevalent, though, and the two did not complement each other at all.

You decided to wait until your soulmate came and found you instead of actively hunting for him. That way, you wouldn’t have to be the one to say the words, and you would (hopefully) still find your soulmate. You tried to boost your chances by talking to people more than you normally would and going out several times a week.

The change in lifestyle was exhausting to you, but you thought it would be worth it once you finally found your soulmate. It would be like a dream when that happened, right?

“You were out looking for your soulmate again, weren’t you?” Mingyu asked with a laugh. He had opened the door to find that you had walked into his apartment exhausted after attending a party, sacrificing your social battery for a chance at finding your partner. It didn’t work.

It stung a bit to see you searching so hard only to fail every time. Mingyu had accepted that he was in love with you a long time ago, but he couldn’t bear to say it to you. He was almost 100% sure it would ruin your friendship if you weren’t soulmates. The risk was too high. Even though it was slowly killing Mingyu to keep it all bottled up inside, he wasn’t willing to risk what he already had with you.

You nodded weakly in response, disappointed that your plan hadn’t worked at all. Were you doing something wrong? Were you supposed to act like you didn’t want to find your soulmate in order for the universe to show him to you? You didn’t know.

“Why isn’t it working? It should’ve worked by now.” You said frustratedly, speech a bit slurred from your drunk state. You stumbled a bit, almost falling over before Mingyu caught you swiftly in his arms.

“Careful, Y/n. You’re still drunk.” He scolded lightly, only out of concern for you, “How many shots did you take? You’re completely wasted.” He added, looking at your flushed cheeks and distracted eyes with worry and affection. You were cute when you were drunk. Mingyu seemed to find some charm in every state of your being. Hyper, tired, bored, chatty, sleepy, drunk… it didn’t matter because it was you.

“Only…” You furrowed your brows, counting on your fingers how many shots you took. Mingyu’s eyes widened as the number kept going up and up. He carefully led you to the couch to sit down for fear you would fall again. “A few?” You said at last, losing track of your count after 12 or so.

Mingyu giggled, “You can barely last after 3 shots…” You yawned, eyelids drooping a bit as your body begged for sleep.

“He didn’t show up to the party,” You whined, head falling a bit. Mingyu shifted it so that it was resting on his shoulder. You were clumsier when drunk as well. “I thought he would be there!” You sounded so frustrated, and a part of Mingyu itched to confess right then and there. You so desperately wanted to find your soulmate, and what if he was that person?

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m sure you’ll find him eventually…” He said instead, smiling a bit as you snuggled closer into his shoulder. Was it normal for friends to snuggle like this on the couch? Not exactly, but Mingyu was sure you didn’t mind.

It was strangely comforting to have you this close, like it was a taste of what Mingyu longed for. You were warm and so cute when you were tired that Mingyu just wanted to wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly, never letting you go.

You fell asleep quickly, breath deepening slightly. Mingyu grabbed the blanket that was draped on the couch and wrapped it over you as best he could without disturbing you. His body was pretty warm, but he wasn’t sure if he was enough to completely shield you from the cold. He scrolled through his phone for a while, smiling whenever he looked over to see you still peacefully snoozing.

Mingyu’s life had been so hectic recently with his work being understaffed and him picking up extra shifts to compensate. He hadn’t had a proper rest in a while, and having you curled up next to him reset him a bit. He wondered at how your presence alone managed to calm him down and ease his stress. It was like you had some secret superpower.

When he got drowsy enough that he decided to give into his own want for sleep, he rested his head gently on top of yours and was swept up into dreamland, where he, strangely, dreamed of you.

“I love you.” Mingyu spoke softly, standing in his living room, the fire lit in the fireplace flickered lightly, providing both light and warmth to the room. He held both your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze as he said those words.

You looked at him with shock and fear— how could he say those words so easily? But your heart tugged when you heard them, and without you even thinking further, you found yourself saying them back to him.

“I love you too.” And you both knew it. You were soulmates.

You woke up with a start, head jumping up from Mingyu’s shoulder. Well, you tried to do that, but ended up bumping Mingyu’s head on your way up, waking him up from the harsh crash of skulls. You both groaned in pain, clutching your heads as you muttered a small apology.

You were startled by the dream you had. Mingyu being your soulmate? The thought made you laugh. Your best friend was goofy and warm and always there for you, but you had never seen him in a romantic light before. He was far from what you believed your type romantically was. There was no way he could be the one. Your brain had a weird way of piecing together dreams.

“I dreamt of you.” Mingyu said suddenly, making you turn to him. He looked nervous admitting it, like he was scared of saying something he shouldn’t.

“I dreamt of you, too. Strange, huh?” You laughed, hoping to clear the awkward vibe that was in the air. You were usually so relaxed with Mingyu, so why did he seem on guard?

“Y/n, I need to say something.” Mingyu said, tone more serious than you had ever heard before. You watched with wide eyes as he gulped and then grabbed your hands. You let him hold them, even though it was a bit strange coming from Mingyu.

“What is it?”

“I…” He sighed and then made eye contact. His eyes showed how vulnerable he felt, and scared too. “I love you.” He admitted, bracing himself for the worst.

You gasped, heart caught in your throat. Did he really just say that? Did he mean it? You had never thought about how you would feel in a moment like this since you had never considered those words to come out of Mingyu’s mouth. What a strange position you were in.

You expected to feel scared or mad or uncomfortable, but you didn’t. Those were the last emotions you felt. You were bubbling with comfort and relief and love. You realised quickly that your dream was repeating itself. Had it been some sort of premonition?

You stopped yourself from overthinking too much as you were brought back to reality seeing Mingyu’s gaze fall, his eyes no longer being able to meet yours. He let go of your hands quickly, face scrunching up with guilt. Your face fell at the sight. You hated that look on his face. You hated when he looked helpless.

“I love you too.” You said quickly. And you meant it. There wasn’t a person in the world that you cared for more than Mingyu. If he was your soulmate then you would be kicking yourself for not realising it years earlier.

He looked back up at you, “Do you mean it?”

You nodded quickly, “I mean it. I love you.” You grabbed his hand again, shocked at how much your heart sped up at the contact. Your head was buzzing and your heart was racing in sync with his. The only thing you could think of was Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu.

He realised at the same moment as you did, noticing the strange feeling in the air and connecting that this must be what it felt like to find your soulmate. He rushed forward at the same time you did, lips crashing together at the same movement, the kiss so full of love that you never wanted it to end.

It felt so right to be kissing Mingyu. There wasn’t a single worry in your mind as you pulled him as close to you as you could, hands tangling in his messy hair as he cupped your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You pulled away breathless. Your eyes were overflowing with so much love for Mingyu that he almost couldn’t stop himself from kissing you again. But he knew you were both out of breath, so he resolved to just hug you instead.

“I’ve waited so long just to say that to you.” He whispered to you and you grinned at his second confession.

“If you had said it earlier, I wouldn’t have been hunting for my soulmate for months not knowing that he was standing right in front of me the whole time!” You complained, hugging him closer and breathing in his cologne which you were suddenly finding to be a very attractive scent. You’d have to steal some of his hoodies later if you could get your hands on them.

“It killed me to see you come back to me disappointed every time.” He mumbled, cupping your cheeks again to admire you.

“I’m so happy it’s you.” You truly meant it. You were already so comfortable with being around Mingyu. Him being your soulmate was the most perfect thing that had ever happened to you. Now that you thought about it, it made so much sense as well. You two were always uncannily perfect for each other, as best friends, and now, as lovers.

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