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myntrose · 2 months

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ೃ⁀➷partners in crime ︻デ═一

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ft: Alastor x gn! reader

summary: It's another night at the hotel. Everyone is lounging around the shared space, or sitting at the bar. With a boost of confidence (and a few drinks) Angel finally asks the burning question everyone had : How did you and Alastor meet?

cw: demi! Alastor, established relationship(married), Alastor and reader meet when they were alive, reader is an assassin , killing and mild gore (it's alastor yall), a lot of petnames, no use of y/n, no beta we die like men

a/n: it's the way alastor got me smiling and kicking my feet. he got me to break my 1 year hiatus LMAO. also, I am aware that he's ace. I myself am somewhere along the demi spectrum, so this fic is purely for comfort n coping. if you don't like it, pls ignore :,D

wc: 1.5 k (1,469 words)

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The hotel common was filled with low gentle music and idle chatter. Vaggie and Charlie were on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. Nifty was running around chasing some poor roach. Even Cherri was here, with Sir Pentious attempting to flirt with her once again.

Husk was behind the bar, in ordinary fashion. Although he was mostly listening and doing his job, he would occasionally chide into the conversation the other two residents at the hotel were having. Angel was in the middle of telling you about how much of a headache Val was, while you gave him you condolences. It seemed like the only person missing was the radio demon himself, who was probably in his tower, making a new broadcast.

"Speakin of which..." Angel, who noticed Alastor's lack of presence, noted "I got a question for ya toots. How is it that tall, red and creepy managed to bag you as a partner? You're sweet and all, I get that. But how did you even meet-"

The loud slam of drinks caused the peace within the hotel to halt . Husk shoots a stern glare towards Angel, almost to warn him, be cautious about asking question's about Alastor and his darling, you never know if he's listening.

"It's alright, Husk" You send him a sincere smile. While he would never trust your husband, he can't help but believe your words.

"Well, Angel, let's start with this. If you've ever wondered why I'm down here in the first place, it's because of the occupation I had when I was alive. That's actually how I met Alastor."

Oh, maybe you were a thief and were trying to steal something from Alastor. Or maybe a detective that was on the case to solve his murders. Or maybe-

"I was hired to assassinate one of his targets."

oh.

You couldn't help but laugh at Angels' reaction. Sure, you were kind to those in the hotel, and definitely not as threatening as most overlords. He, and most people you met in Hell, just assumed you committed some mundane crime and got the unfortunate eternal punishment .

Taking a small sip of your drink, you start to recollect the unforgettable night that would define your current relationship.

It was supposed to be like any other job that you were given. Your employer would hand you a file, you would find the target, and get paid in return. Maybe it wasn't the most ethical way to make money, but hey, you knew how to kill so you made it work.

You had followed your target into the bar, while waiting away in the corner. Though your eyes were focused on them the entire night, you couldn't help but feel another pair of eyes on you.

It was probably some random patron in the bar, you guessed. It wasn't for another hour when you noticed that your target had left the vicinity.

The streets were dark, with the occasional street light every block or so. It was perfect place to finish your job. All you needed was for your target to turn into some alleyway, and as quietly as you followed him, you'd quietly go for the kill-

Quietly. Hold on, why was it so quite?

Looking up the street, you noticed that what was once where your target stood was now empty. There was no way he outran you, given that you would have heard his footsteps. To the right of you were the woods, maybe he took a detour?

No, everything felt wrong. Every single thought in your brain was screaming to run, to grab your gun that was hidden beneath your coat, to get out of here-

"Careful my dear, we wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?"

A cold blade found its way to your neck. Two very disturbing facts became known to you. First, was the fact that the blade was already stained red. And second, you were about to be the second kill of the night.

A million thoughts ran through your mind. Was this how you were going to die? How fast could you grab your gun? Would your employer be pissed off that you died in the job? With your eyes shut closed, you waited for the knife to make contact.

"Now now, there's no need to be so scared my dear! My, you look like a deer in headlights!"

...what?

Opening your eyes, you're met with the mysterious man who just had his weapon on you seconds ago. He seemed vaguely familiar, probably having seen him at the bar you frequent.

"It seems that I've caused you quite a scare. Do know that wasn't my intention. I just wanted to see for myself this new assassin I've heard so much about! You've caused quite the gossip, my dear. Makes good conservation."

You continued to stand in silence, with the initial shock of almost dying wearing off now. As mad as you were that you got caught, you were equally confused on just who this man was. With some more listening to his voice, the answer popped into your mind.

"You- you're that new radio host! Alastor, was it?"

Alastor's smile grew at the acknowledgment. "Indeed I am! Glad to know you've heard about me."'

Had anyone walked into the conversation you two were having, they would have assumed it was one between new acquaintances. In which one has a knife in their hand, while the other has a gun.

"You see, my dear, I've heard quite a bit about your line if work. While I am more than capable of... dealing with others, I propose that we work out some sort of deal. One where you can finally stop working for that employer of yours, and actually make a profit off your talents."

Alastor put out a hand, waiting, watching to see how you'd respond. It's been a long night for you, and you had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time you saw. Plus, if working with him meant you'd finally have to stop answering to your boss, then why the hell not. You take his hand, before agreeing to this proposition.

"...and since then, we've been business partners. Our relationship kind of just happened after a few moths."

It was nice to look back to when you first met your now-husband. Looking around the bar, you noticed that you weren't just talking to Angel. At some point, unbeknownst to you, everyone at the hotel had come over to listen to your story time.

"Well toots, I figured you had to be some sort of crazy to date smiles, but I guess it takes one to know one." Angels says while taking a shot, still reeling with that fact that someone as kind as you was a killer. Head nods and murmurs of agreement spread within the group.

Before you could say anything, a pool of dark clouds appeared to your side. From the shadows, the very man you were taking about stood before you.

"Hey, Al."

He faces you with his signature grin, before turning to the rest of the residents.

"It seems that I've became the topic of conversion while I was gone! It's quite interesting to see how interested you all are in with me and my dear's meeting."

The hint of annoyance in his voice was entertaining, to say the least. You place a hand on his shoulder, barely hovering above it.

"Aww, come of Al! They just wanted to hear how we first met! Besides, it's a fun story to tell."

"If "fun" means almost killing ya for the first time, I'd hate to know what you guys did when you started dating-" "Shut up Angel!"

You answer a few questions that were asked before everyone eventually returned back to their previous endeavors. Husk and Angel eventually sit around with the others in the common room, leaving just you and Alastor at the bar.

"It's kinda funny, now that I look back at it."

Alastor doesn't say anything, promoting you to continue.

"That night, I almost turned down that job. I was painfully tired, and all I wanted to do was go home. It's crazy to think that we wouldn't have met had I not pushed myself to take the job."

Anyone who knew Alastor would know that him asking for a partnership was simply outlandish. Hell, Alastor himself questioned why he was seeking you out in the first place.

No, underneath he knew. He knew from the first time he saw you. It was a different time from when you both officially met. When he saw you, someone so seemingly innocent, skillfully take down a man twice your size, he knew that he had to meet you.

"Well, mon chéri, it's good that you did."

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader fluff #alastor x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x reader

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belphies-hands-around-my-throat · 6 months

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Lucifer, Belphie, Levi NSFW - The Kinks They Discovered With You/Because of You

Hello there, sweets! Happy Halloween!! 🎃

And thank you for deciding to follow this blog lol. I'm honestly kind of surprised with the engagement lol.

This is a bit late but the day has been busy haha. I hope you like my first released NSFW for this blog... And since it's Halloween, I'm not holding back on kinks~~ Sorry, if it's not up to your standards, I am very tired. 🙈

Lucifer - Cockwarming

Well, he was surprised with this because… To put it simply, he never liked mixing pleasure and work. Before you, he would always get annoyed with someone as much as trying to hit on him in a professional setting. But you… You were different. You were there for him, you supported him, and he trusted you. He knew you wouldn't let him fail, and wouldn't get in the way of responsibilities, even if he sometimes wanted you to. Would stay all night doing his work for him, if he felt overwhelmed.

It was your idea. You thought it would be relaxing. Truth be told, he didn't exactly buy it. But he would indulge you, just this once if not again and again if needed.

He would get distracted at first, feeling your warm tight hole around his cock. If he had will any weaker, he would give it up right then and there.

But he had self-control.

He leaned into it, scratching line after line into the paper.

And after a while, he discovered… It really was relaxing in a way. Your presence often had that effect on him but this… Closeness, and intimacy, even when he was otherwise distracted. Somehow… He felt completely calm.

He would lean back in his chair sometimes, push his hips further into your willing mouth, and run his gloved fingers gently through your hair.

It felt good. In a way that was different than sex, or cuddling.

Something in between.

"What a good little pet." He would whisper, unwilling to break the sleepy trance you seemed to find yourself in. "You really knew me better than myself there. Good job."

Belphegor - Dacryphilia

Oh boy. He has a complicated relationship with this one. Here's the thing he always knew about himself - he liked to be somewhere on the "mean in bed" spectrum. He perhaps had more appreciation for tears than he ought to have before. But. You were and remain to be different.

It started for him when he was still stuck in the attic, after meeting you. He would fantasize about his brother's reaction a lot at the time. And your reaction, inadvertently, as well. He imagined how satisfying and thrilling it would be to see the look of betrayal and surprise on your face. And then he started seeing you more and more. It was only natural you appeared in his mind more and more. He wanted to see you crumpled on the floor, looking up at him with pleading eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks. He wanted to tangle his hands in your hair, bring you to his level, and lick them off your face.

Except not really. That would have been gross. You were a human, he would never do anything so dirty.

He wanted, for a second, to be your God and then crush you under his heel.

It was't sexual. Really, it wasn't! So what if he woke up with an aching dick a few times after those dreams. He was just… Excited. It happened. No way he would think of a human in this way. Gross, downright disgusting.

Later though… After his plan had been realized, he found out he was an idiot for punishing you in this way, for something that was never your fault.

Well, it… Still wasn't sexual. Now your tears would make his stomach throb, and he only wanted to wipe them away. Tear apart the person that caused them. They lost their appeal after he was the cause behind them one time too many.

Or so he had thought.

He did not expect the fantasy to come back. He did not expect that him teasing you, looking up at him with a pouting flushed face, tears in your eyes, would make him feel like he was on the highest point of a rollercoaster again.

Truth be told, he felt guilty. Probably not as guilty as he ought to be though (because… He didn't need to crush you, not in the same way. You could be safe, and his, and not really suffer and break for them to flow. And hell, if that happened, he was there to protect you now. You didn't need to bear them alone now.) because he kind of… Indulged.

He would tease you, even if he knew some things would make you terribly shy. Playfully deny you when you wanted to touch him, or just play with his things. Stop at the last moment, when he knew you were just so close to cumming. Overstimulate you on purpose, when he knew you already did.

"So cute." He would breathe against your face, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright, your face caught between his soft and warm hands. "I can never get enough of it. Cry for me, just a bit more…"

Leviathan - Public+Voyuerism? Being a perv lol

Throughout his years on the planet (and various released hentai), Leviathan had a lot of sexual fantasies. Honestly, there wasn't a lot he couldn't find conceptually hot in one way or another… Well, this was it.

It was just… So embarrassing. The mere idea that he could be found out in any way was so utterly mortifying, that he sometimes had trouble with it, even within the context of his own fantasy. Let alone actually trying. He would always find himself embarrassed of PDA, screeching when something had even the tiniest potential of turning him on, turning away from revealing clothes, terrified of being called a pervert…

In retrospect, maybe that's why after all this, he found public to be such a turn-on in reality.

All the repression… Seeing you wear shorter and shorter skirts, lower necklines, coyly flashing him when you noticed him staring, pretending like you didn't notice but not only accepting his perverted gaze but revelling in it… He was never so turned on in his entire life.

The idea that you would see him as this dirty otaku pervert, see him like this and like it… He couldn't get enough of it.

He got a bit brave after a while. Not only staring but subtly brushing his chest against your back, smelling your hair, rubbing his bulge against your ass or thighs just for a moment in the school halls, before he would seriously die on the spot… Pretending like all this was just some freaky accident.

Slowly trailing his finger higher and higher on your leg while waiting in line, beyond titillated with the way your skirt hiked up, and you just stood there, red-faced, and took it.

He once couldn't take it anymore, couldn't stand the thought of getting found out that riled up, and took you to the public bathroom. He covered your face with his large palm, and thrust between your thighs, with your panties lowered just beneath your ass, slowly getting wet with both of your arousal.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" He would frantically chant in your ear, barely louder than a whisper. "Just for a little longer… Just let me for a little longer…"

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dappydaffer · 5 months

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Can I just ask-

Do any other aspec people out there ever feel like a fake or feel invalid because they don't feel as if they "check every single box" expected of them when it comes to their label/identity? Cos I sure do.

I know Im on the aroace spectrum somewhere but I feel like I cant fully identify with it because (and other people that know me will probably agree with me that) I don't fit the behaviors expected out of stereotypical aspec folks. And I cannot express how much I strongly dislike microlabels in this case (I am in no way invalidating microlabels for other people. If other people feel comfortable with using them; that's awesome! No judgement! I am just saying, for me, personally, it is incredibly stressful having to sift through so many microscopic terms in order to define every piece of myself.)

I wanna just be asexual and aromantic with no microlabels attached but I feel like I have to be all or nothing because of my non-conforming mannerisms, my thoughts, my desires, my needs, etc.

This is stupid but I just wanna know if any of y'all aro and/or ace spec folk feel the same as me, helps to know you aren't alone, I guess.

#asexual #asexual pride #asexual spectrum #asexuality #aroace #arospec #aromantic #aromantic asexual #acespec #aspec #please tell me im not the only one

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queenscodex · 1 year

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❣ Kiss the year away ~ !

-> it's seconds till midnight and as the clock strikes down comes with a kiss of a new year and promise

Includes; Riddle, Deuce, Ace, Floyd, Jamil, Malleus, Lilia, Silver

Gender Neutral Reader

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┆彡 this is so late, I wrote this on new years but never got around to posting it so- happy late new years ! I hope this year treats you kindly and I am looking forward to the opportunities that may be presented. Love you all <33

Jamil is a little bit ooc and there are some angst in Lilias part. I hope you enjoy !!!

Riddle Rosehearts

It was truly a beautiful party. The tables were adorned in lavish fabrics with goods and silverware; wildlife trimmed and painted nicely in white paint. The members of Heartslabyul gathered around as dozens of colors exploded on the midnight sky

The clock counted a mere two mintues until the strike of the new year. A new call to a journey with unseen adventures.

As those around him chattered of there plans for the coming change, Riddle couldn't seem to focus on that. His attention was entirely absorbed by that whom sat beside him.

A strawberry tart on your plate, crumbs dusting the corners of your lips. Normally Riddle would have scolded such messy manners, but the way you smiled at him with the colors of the sky illuminating your face, Riddle felt a squeeze in his chest, a sensation that made it impossible to look away

The night would mark a new year with you. New love to be expressed, emotions to learn and to better himself on his flaws. A cause and effect chain occurred the day he fell for you, wishing to be the best version for you and striving for said goal ever since.

Riddle felt his eyes widen as you leaned forward, unbeknownst it was now 12 seconds till midnight. A blush of red layered on his cheeks- though invisible to the dark sky. " It's almost midnight Riddle" you smiled, flashing a toothy grin. The pure look of joy on your made his heart beat faster.

Around him, his dormmates- no friends started to countdown, voices echoing through the yard. Riddle smiled but instead of joining in on their chant, he closed the space between you.

Soft lips upon your own, nose brushing against skin. And before you could blink a firework exploded in the distance announcing the official arrival of the year and departure of the past.

" With this new year, I promise to present you the best version of myself. To hold my temper, learn and mend the cracks in my person. And above all, I promise to understand love and give you all of my heart, my rose."

Deuce Spade

The ravenette felt his breath get caught in his throat, his sense unable to comprehend the passing time; both from the anxiousness and bubbling admera

Whilst the rest of his dormates spent the introduction to the new year with each other in the courtyard of their lovely dormhouse, Deuce opted to take you somewhere more secluded. A moment you both could cherish together alone without Ace to spoil his plans

The picnic was plastered on a soft terrain which gave a overview of the sky, dozens of lights twinkling in the distance, Deuce can faintly make out the lights of nearby towns and villages.

Your gaze was fixated on it, eyes twinkling at each flash. A spectrum of colors before your eyes before disapaiting to speckle of light then nothing. According to your watch, it was soon approaching to midnight

Deuce found it impossible to focus on anything else other than your features. The way your hair curled around your face, the steady rhythm of your chest rising, and slight curve at the tip of your lips.

Your gaze flickered to him and hastily Deuce looked away flustered at being caught. This coaxed a laugh from your figure, your hand going to fill his empty one.

Unable to contain himself, Deuce brought the hand to his face, resting the palm against his cheek. His touch was careful as though you were constructed by porcelain. What he did said next surprised you; "Thank you for choosing me." He muttered finally having the courage to look into your eyes.

If he was being quite honest with himself, Deuce was in disbelief that someone other than his mother could love him. A struggling highschool boy with a history of brawls and bloody knuckles. That wasn't necessarily the most attractive of things.

You quirk a brow at his sentence. "Of course." And as though to make your point, you leaned forward, pressing your lips on his.

The act surprised him but he nonetheless returned the gesture, eyes closing shut as he absorbed the sounds sound him.

When the kiss broke, before you could say or do anything, Deuce beat you to it.

" Y/n, I'm still figuring out being a good boyfriend. But I promise this year I will learn to love you to the fullest. I always swore to my mother that I will be better and I want to extend that promise to you- to be better for you too. Please forgive me for any mistakes I make."

Ace Trappola

" I could have sworn it was the start of December just yesterday" Ace sighed playfully, sliding a slice of strawberry cake toward your direction.

You smiled, accepting his offer and twirled the fork pinched between your fingers as you ate a peice. "They say time can move fast when you when you're happy."

Ace mimic the grin on you're face. As the next few seconds past, his mind sliped from the current moment and into the past; dancing round the past memories created within the year.

The day of his (quite) terrible confession, the first kiss, cries and repeated adventures. That brought a smile to his face. Though his placid expressions quickly flickered away as it as his mind drove further back.

He had a past girlfriend, someone he was meant to cherish and love. He made that promise. Well a broken promise now, it's been years since he last laid eyes on her. Though perhaps for the better. Though terrible he was during those years it paved the way to eventually meeting you.

At first he thought he fell for on a whim, an itch to scratch a boredom. But as cupids arrow struck him deep within the chest, he had fallen for you. Hard. Within that moment he refused to make the same mistakes.

A mess he became. He was known as the confident Heartslabyul boy. Yet you saw a different version of him. You always saw a boy who became shy at looking in your direction. The one who handed you flowers and almost cried from the thorns breaking skin from clutching the stem so hard. The one with sweaty palms when you complimented him, beaming a shameless blush whenever you kissed.

"Ace? What's the matter?" Your voice broke him from his thoughts. With a smile he shook his head, his hands went to grab yours. Without warning he kissed the back of your hand.

" Just thinking about us." Before you could question that the chanting begun.

5... 4... 3...

As the numbers ticked down, Ace leaned forward. You could feel his breath brush against your upper lip.

2...

A searing kiss entailed as the final number echoed out. It was followed with some members teasing, acting disgusted at the pda; though Ace easily ignored there remarks as his attention was captured by the one who held his heart fully.

He left out a chuckled as your face was colored red, eyes widened at the sudden kiss. Though rather teasing you as you expected he would, you were instead surprised as a peck pressed to the corner of your mouth.

" Happy new years, babe. That's the first kiss of many to come, and I promise that among other things!... But above all I promise I won't make the same mistakes as last time."

Floyd Leech

You sat at a booth in the Monstro Lounge, resting your legs after an eventful dance of twist and turns as music echoed from the establishment.

The lounge was decorated for the great event, streamers sloping from the corners of the room, tables adorned with unending foods. And to top it off it was lighted by a lively blue illuminated from the tank.

Floyd sat beside you, head resting on the palm of his hand, eyes watching the onlookers. " I don't understand why people get so excited about a new year." He said nonchalantly, clearly not entertained by the festive party. Though that didn't quite surprise you but nonetheless his response cause a curl of your lips.

" For some, it allows them to create goals and things they want to try for the new year." You said, leaning down to mimic floyds expression.

"That's what Jade saidddd." He whined playfully. Without warning his arms went to wrap around your arm, pulling you close his figure. A yelp escaped from your lips, almost smacking your head straight into his chest.

"Butttt~ spending time with shrimpy is always a good thing~" He teased and then paused. Your face reddened at the closeness. While it was true being Floyd's partner meant dealing with a clingy eel it never failed to cause a flush. "Say~ does shrimpy have any plans for the new years~?"

You attempted to get your voice leveled as much as possible. " I suppose I would like to enforce better habits. Maybe take on a new hobby." The music around you soften, hinting the countdown was drawing near. "What about you, Floyd?"

A second paused, the countdown had started behind you. Suddenly, to your dismay, a mechious smile engulfed his face. He leaned dangerously close to your face. " I would kiss shirmpy everyday~!" He announced.

"Here!" Floyd quickly pressed a peck against your cheek, a flutter echoing from your heart. However he kept going. "Here~" neck. "Here" top of your head.

Floyd continued his musing with little hesitation even ignoring your squirming at his antics. His grin only grew wider with each darker shade of red you became.

"And finallyyy~" He teased, his words lined up with the countdown occurring behind you. You braced yourself for whatever spot he picked to torment next. "Here~!" He announced with a giggle. He almost bumped his head against your own as he closed the distance, finally giving some attention to your lips.

" I will kiss all over~ everyday and there's no way you can get rid of me shrimpy~ thats a promise"

Jamil Viper

To my understanding there was some sort of new years event? (God I haven't played the game in a long time) disregard that for now ! He might be a little ooc!

Members of Scarabia gathered around the main hall, wisps of chatter bouncing off the corridors followed by laughter. Among the dorms, Scarabia was the most festive in celebrating the introduction of a new year.

The house dorm was decorated to the fullest, and activities were plastered around the room for members to pass the time until the awaited countdown began.

Jamil looked at the playing party with a blank gaze to his eyes. Whilst everyone found celebration, Jamil failed to exhibit similar enthusiasm. This caused you to purse your lips together.

Though you had an idea to what may roam his rather mysterious mind. You weren't oblivious to Jamils distasteful attuide towards Kalim despite all efforts from the Al-Asim boy to gain his friendship.

Perhaps Jamil was making silent comments about Kalim now who sat in a nest of pillows and blankets, surrounded what can appropriately be described as a banquet of foods at his fingertips. Though unlike others who voice their thoughts on Kalim, Jamil was careful with his crude comments. That all the more made you wonder what ran through his mind, especially now on the eve of a new year.

Jamil had caught your gaze a couple of times throughout the night, he always returned it with a half genuine smile. Perhaps that's all his face muscles moved throughout that evening you'd argue.

Though any opportunity you had to investiage was struck down by the events Kalim hosted, members dragging you away to play all kinds of games all the way till midnight.

And when the awaited hour drew near, you gathered around with the dorm members when you notice Jamil slip away into the kitchen area. With a quirk brow you followed after him

" Jamil, where are you going? They say it's another couple minutes until the countdown." Jamil only made a sigh, that made you worried further. "Is something wrong?

" The new year is suppose to bring new opportunities to people. Though where I stand, it just reminds me of another year to serve Kalim and his family." He admitted his eyes unable to connect with yours, more or less staring out to the crowd of people behind you or to the kitchen appliances.

"Ah, I never thought of that." You murmured. You felt your stomach drop of those words, if only you could change something to bring a better start to the year.

" I believe they're about to begun the countdown. you should join them, y/n." He noted the time indicated on the clock, soon he will be departing from another year of being a servant only to introduce another.

"I'll stay here with you." You stated attempting to sound cheerful. That caught the former off guard. Though he would soon come to learn that love came with plenty of surprises. " I want to start the year with someone I love. Is that alright?" Your face was growing certain hue at the confession but you stood your ground nonetheless.

"I... of course." Jamil felt his heart skip a beat. Love was so different from emotions he faced before, yet he welcomed the sensation with arms open for an embrace. Your smile only grew which in turn caused the butterflies in Jamils stomach to multiply.

As though to seal the deal, you went to peck him on the lips. Muscle memory kicking in, his hand went to clasp over your hand, pressing light squeezes.

Two and a half squeezes meant 'I love you'

" Though my fate for the future has been decided already, I won't let that stop me from loving you. I may still be figuring out how to be honest with my emotions, but I know for certain I want to be by your side with each progress."

Malleus Draconia

"We're counting down?" Malleus questioned with a tilt of his head. For him, including many fae it was perhaps the first time they have celebrated a new year. As for they, years ran by like months unlike to the perception of humans.

" We count down with the clock, so when we reach zero it will be a new year." You informed him with a quirk of your lips. Your smile was full of delight, pure of any wrongs the world may have done.

It was no secret Malleus was hopelessly in love with you, it was plastered in the way he look at you. His eyes were a camera and you a sight his mind was ready to photograph.

Malleus was completely enamored by you. Even as he tore his gaze away for the nth time, his mind went back to thinking about you, replaying the images captured at that moment.

That was how the night was spent, the two of you stealing quick(though Lilia would argue both were rather obvious) glances at the other until it was time to count down to the final second the year had left to offer.

" And that's all?"

" I suppose so." You replied sheepishly. A second later an invisible light bulb went off in your head. " How about when we say zero we... kiss?" Your voice became a mere whisper by the end of it but who can blame you? It wasn't like kissing was anything forgien to you, but it was still quite intimate and awkward.

Your idea definitely piqued the fae. " I think that is lovely way to start the year and give departure to the past and all the memories of it." His words made your face flush, Malleus always had an odd grasp of words, not that you were complaining.

The countdown began. Numbers chanted around you, humans and fae alike. It ticked down like a rhythm, voices audibly growing later with each digit till the awaited zero approached.

Voices of celebration cheered out around you. Malleus was just starting to understand human traditions, he found them ood yet interesting. Though all fail in the fascination he held towards you.

Interesting how a human can capture all of his attention in desires within weeks of meeting him. He was supposingly the most power fae to be, buckled to his knees by a mere mortal.

Making good of the promise, he leaned to the capture your lips as fireworks exploded in the sky around him. A hand found its a way to cup your face as a dozen thoughts swarm him at once.

" Child of man- my treasure, I wish to enter this year always by your side. I wish to explore these traditions and learn human culture with you. You have already gifted me so many fond memories I can only recall in my dreams. I hope I do not fail to make you feel the same way, I shall dedicate this year to show how much you mean to me."

Lilia Vanrouge

Another year loss, another year spent. That's how the bat fae saw it. It was far out of the control of mortals, even those who lived past generations of human kind.

Though that wasn't to say that he didn't see the appeal humans may have towards a new years celebration. In contrast to their short life span, a year is exactly that a year. However to that of a fae, it past like seconds.

How old was the fae now? He lost count.

He forced a smile on his face as he felt your grasp on his arm tighten, beckoning him closer to your body. You looked radiant as ever, dressed in festive clothing to match the occasion of the event.

Your features showed off a grin, oblivious to the grim thoughts running through Lilias mind. As much as he desired to share those emotions of pure joy and bliss, he couldn't conceal his wince whenever the topic of passing years came into discussions.

Before long the countdown began and the thoughts only grew louder

10.. How many more years does he have with you until time became cruel and robbed him of his love? A human lifespan felt so small to what he will live

9.. Will the pain of your passing be brief? No he doubted that, no one has made him nearly buckle under the weight of his body like you did. Perhaps fate will be merciful on him. Perhaps.

8.. how many kisses, hugs, cuddles will he have until he is only left to ponder of scenarios?

7.. maybe he should have been more cautious when you first showed interest in him.

6.. Was he a fool for falling in love knowing you were a human and he a fae? He always heard the saying that one should be allow to indulge their wants. Was this one of them or merely a selfish thing that would come to haunt him later

5.. he almost chuckled to himself as he thought about it. He was a solider in the army, the queens highly regarded knight. He possesses centuries worth of knowledge and yet he is bewildered by the questions that strike his head

4.. he can not deny it. He has fallen for you harder than he possibly liked to. Fae and human. Sounds like fairytale, one he knew how it would end.

3.. his thoughts hit a pause, finally taking in the current reality around him. The soft music, the cheering, voice and most importantly your figure. You still shone that small smile that he had fell in love with

2.. the worries wouldn't leave his mind entirely. But for now, perhaps focusing on the future should be left for later. Right now you looks so radiant and happy. Lilia wanted nothing more than to hold you close and allow a smile to dance his lips. He wished to lead you in a waltz, be the one to spread joy to your heart.

1.. for a second his thoughts still. Using his strength, he leaned to capture your lips, both hands holdings the ends of your face. Despite himself, he playfully nipped at your bottom lip. He was standing precariously close to the edge but that didn't seem so dangerous anymore with how close you were to him.

0.. maybe he should have heeded the warnings, but he is a fool in love, and for you he would lose his dignity.

" Ah my love, how these months pass without mercy. Though I will not try to fret so much, this year is a introduction to new memorable bonds. And I make this promise to you as the clock strikes twelve to make fulling moments for both of us to cherish. How does that to you, hm~?"

Silver

How silver still kept his eyes at such a late hour? He wasn't able to place a finger on it. One would assume that with his curse, as soon as midnight drawn near he would have been the first to fall alseep( and be victim to Lilias marker pranks )

Yet but some outside power he managed to keep himself awake. And he wasn't upset about it either, he was able to witness your cheerful presence as the dorm celebrated the incoming new year

He was perplexed by the celebration, having been raised and taught by Lilia. New Years celebration wasn't necessarily something he looks towards, it was another day for fae. Perhaps he may take the time reflect on all that has passed, but that was what it mainly came down to.

You felt your clothes bounce around your body as you twirl and stepped around to the beat of the music. Silver led the dance, swift movements in a rhythmic playful waltz only he knew the steps to.

Your face was flushed red by the onlookers, including that of Lilia who held a playful smirk. You were sure you were never going to hear the end of it. Yet Silver looked unfazed: hadn't it been for the small curve of his lips, you would have easily assumed he was emotionless about the dance.

" It's almost midnight," you whispered breathlessly. Silvers arms went from your shoulder to wrap around the curve if you body, resulting the both of you to be closer than before.

Your face flush slightly. " I suppose so." He whispered against your ear, a shiver running through your spine.

Throughout the night, Silver has heard talk of goals the members wished to accomplish within the next year. When asked of his own goals, the boy would reply on the obvious, becoming a better knight and protector

Though as he danced this rather silly waltz with you, his mind slipped to further ideas. He was always focused on what he wanted but you looked so adorable when you blushed at his acts, heart beating agasint his chest. His focus on the future while clear added new outcomes. He couldn't stop from wondering how you may take part in his future, how much he wanted you to take part. How you fit perfectly with hik like some puzzle.

While the white haired boy found himself to be quite oblivious to the concept of love; he found a want to protect you, greater than any force had compelled him prior.

He was the knight to your fairytale and he desperately wanted to hold onto that. That was his new focus.

Before he knew, the time ticked down to the final second and without a hesitation, Silver determined his future and set in stone. Perhaps you would never hear of this goal, though whether you knew or not didn't change his ambition

As a way to seal the silent promise, Silver leaned to kiss you fully, weaving the way to a new purpose. While he would glady give his life to Malleus, he would also allow himself to indulge into the known possibility of a life with his beloved.

And of course, he couldn't deny that a kiss was good way to start the new year.

" My love, I promise to protect from any threat that dares to pierce your skin. It's a khights duty to protect, I raise my blade to you, protecting your heart before my own."

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zebulontheplanet · 2 months

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My verbal speech had been a complicated thing lately. I’ve been using AAC more and more. Especially on my phone. I talk maybe 10% of the time? It’s just getting less and less, and I speak in shorter and shorter sentences. It isn’t a bad thing, I’ve come to accept it.

My catatonia makes it so I have frequent and constant verbal shutdowns. Some that last for minutes, and some that last for hours at a time. Sometimes, It’ll be so long that I’ll start to fear that my speech is gone all together, but it eventually comes back and I have to remind myself to stop freaking myself out.

I think of semiverbalism as a large spectrum of people, but still people who are more on the higher verbal scale, and then people on the lower verbal scale. I’m somewhere in the middle of that. I don’t speak nearly enough as I could, but I’m still not not speaking if that makes sense.

It’s scary in a way. Your speech slowly getting worse is scary in a way. It isn’t something that I feel like people talk about, because they don’t want to say the wrong thing and immediately have people assume that they mean being lower verbal or even nonverbal is bad. I don’t think they’re bad, but I think the process of going through it is personally scary.

It isn’t bad to say something is scary. And it isn’t bad to wish that something like losing or declining in your speech wouldn’t happen to you because of the struggles you’d face.

Being semiverbal like I am is a whole journey in of itself. I think personally, as someone who is on the lower verbal side of being semiverbal, that semiverbalism although should be a huge spectrum of people, people automatically assume I can speak more than I can. I’ve been looking for better terms for myself. I’m not minimally verbal because I can speak more than 20,30,50 words.(very debated topic) but I can’t find a better term than semiverbal.

This is just all a complicated thing, and for awhile I thought that maybe my speech was getting better, before I had a rapid decline in speech recently. It’s a process, and something I never thought I’d experience.

That’s all.

#zebrambles #autism #actually autism #actually autistic #semiverbal #semi verbal #semiverbalism #speech #long post

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rayshippouuchiha · 12 days

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To appease my frothing rage and remind myself why I love the ship, I would like to offer you and the lovelies a few of my very favorite KaiShin fanfic recs. My personal favorites on AO3 are "A study in scarlet" by kittebasu (casefic + character study), "Dominoes" by scratchienails (superhero au), "The suffering of fools" by Angelicsentinel (what happenes in Vegas), and on ff.net "(Not) Supernatural" by cursed detective (fake supernatural shenanigans). All of them are fantastic, though they can be kind of heavy, and I reread them frequently! (Not) has shinichi somewhere on the ace spectrum, though I don't think the author ever explicitly states that, and is a bit more humorous than the others if someone wants a slightly lighter hearted take. If anyone is interested and feeling as inclined to ignore stupidity as I am, please give them a try!

!!!!!

#RayRambles #Case Closed #detective conan #Fic Rec #KaiShin

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 4 months

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me again. sorry if i’m being overwhelming or something i am just an autism creature who does not know much of social interaction boundaries .

speaking of autism, could i have a mini hc of the m6 dealing with/reacting to mc having a meltdown? if it’s too difficult i understand, and if you need help i can provide information ~

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The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 when autistic!MC has a meltdown

Hiya! I've done a little quick research and based off of that and my own experience speaking with friends/family members on that spectrum, I'm going to write specifically about meltdowns as a result of being overstimulated/triggered by a bad stimulus. I understand that every experience is different, so please, if I got anything wrong, let me know so I can continue to educate myself and correct the mistake! :)

Julian: you know that moment when the wrong formula gets you the right answer? well, he thought it was PTSD the first time he saw you meltdown and it somehow led him to do actually helpful things - e.g., getting you somewhere quiet, paying attention to what was triggering you and getting rid of it, giving you Good textures to hold

Asra: so much difficulty comprehending what was happening the first time, because as tuned in to you as they are, empathy is not their strong suit. he's come a long way since, and now he's quick to notice potential triggers/triggering situations and help navigate you around them. uses spells to help you block out/neutralize specific stimuli

Nadia: she feels so much more ashamed for her reaction now than she made you feel the first time you had a meltdown in front of her. Now she's a fierce advocate for your personal space, makes sure all the clothes she wears are sensory friendly, and will drop whatever she's doing to get you somewhere safe and private when you need it

Muriel: he gets it. feeling so uncomfortable and out of control that the only instinctive response left is falling to pieces? yep. not only did he give Morga the stinkeye until she backed off, he helped you get away from the trigger that sent you over the edge, offered his cloak for physical pressure/good textures, and kept you from getting hurt

Portia: her approach to understanding things about you that don't immediately make sense to her is just "hmmm, Magician Thing." So you get overwhelmed with too many Wrong sensations? That makes sense, being a magician must mean constant exposure to new things. She'll get you space to work it out and comfort you after

Lucio: insanely understanding and here's why: he went from three years of total sensory deprivation to having a fully functioning body in half a second. he relates so much to the feeling of "too much input, gotta explode because NO" that he will get more defensive of you than he needs to be. The dogs are quick to ground you as well

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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Steven Grant x Autistic!Reader

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Just some drabbles of what being friends/partners with Steven Grant would look like with an autistic reader since, I myself, am autistic. Autism is a spectrum so I tried to make it inclusive but some of the traits are obviously going to be more geared towards my experience since that's what I'm writing from. Also gender neutral!reader

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TW: talking about stimming, autistic meltdowns, cpstd, insomnia, DID

Steven Grant

Steven Grant has a lot of autistic traits, so I’ll be treating him like he is.

Rigid routines, hyperfixations (Egyptology), always calling his Mom every morning, being visibly upset when his routine is changed, etc

CPSTD can exacerbate autism traits so whether or not Marc and Jake have autism in particular I’m not going to get into right this moment BUT

man has insomnia among other things he gets it he understands you better than most.

If you were cohabitating the both of you would have your safe spaces in the flat

On top of that the entire place would be sensory friendly, your little retreat

Overhead light never gets turned on when it’s with you two, Steven keeps the curtains open for some natural light

incense from his involuntary travels would be stockpiled

He definitely has some sort of trinket or keepsake that makes white noise of some kind

Might be a water feature or windchimes hung up by the window- Gus’ tank also emits some white noise from the filter and water pump

The flat will always have some sort of noise to drown out the busy streets outside

When the noises are overstimulating to the both of you though he’s got noise canceling headphones and earbuds- he misplaces them a lot so there’s always extra to go around

Though eventually he gets you your own pair for around the flat

If you use a cane or any sort of walker he invests in making sure you have a spot to put it while you’re around the flat and that there’s actually space for you to walk around with it if needed

While he loves his collections of books, if you can’t traverse the flat with all that stuff on the floor he’s going to find another spot for them. Shoved into a closet somewhere- a storage unit, whatever he can do to keep his books and you

You both definitely stay in a lot more than you do go out

The street just outside the flat is busy but in the quieter hours the two of you go on short walks under the moonlight

If you’re novelty seeking though Steven’s not going to be the best at helping but will do his best to tag along with you if it’s outside of the house.

Sometimes he’s right there with you ready to go out and other times he’s just wanting to stay home, you don’t always match energies

Novelty seeking at home though? Completely different story. He’s always happy to dive into a new topic with you, whether it’s related to his own hyperfixation or one of your own

Insomnia and DID affect his memory so even if he has come to terms with Marc he’s still going to be writing things down, taking notes on the subject you two are diving into

When you need to stim Steven has a TON of trinkets and stim toys around the flat if not already in his pockets

The only thing he wouldn’t share with you is his rubik cube, if that’s not already in his hands while the two of you are talking it’s in his pocket or misplaced on a shelf it’s definitely his most well loved stimming item and he has to fix it, often

Puzzles also! From old crosswords to literal picture puzzles he’s down to do them all with you and will probably be absentmindedly doing one while you info dump

He has a rocking chair somewhere in the flat that’s incredibly comfy and well loved for some full body stimming

I don’t think Steven would have a sensory swing and if he does he was to embarrassed to set up for himself

Like Steven doesn’t hate himself for being autistic

He never learned to mask but there’s still lingering anxieties, they just aren’t focused around his autism, more on his DID and just general trauma

If you or any or the other alters found the swing though there would be some questions and a lot of hesitance and excuses on Steven’s end

Well you bet that swing is getting set up now

Even if Steven doesn’t end up using it as much he’s glad that it’s there if you or him need it at some point

You both do parallel play/being alone together- you’ll focus on your task and he’ll do his while you both are in the same room

Whilst some tasks give Steven the ick he can’t offload all the chores to his alters

So when the dishwasher needs to be opened or dishes cleaned in the sink he has a whole process to try and make it easier on himself

He wouldn’t be good at helping you out with these tasks either but his presence is appreciated

If eating noises are triggering Steven will either fetch the noise canceling headphones or go eat out on the porch or off in another room

Safe foods! He has them written down if he doesn’t already remember them

The flat is stocked with both his and your safe foods

If you’re out of the house he keeps a backpack on him that would have snacks and trinkets

I don’t think Steven goes nonverbal often mostly because I think that version for him is probably just retreating back and forcing the other alters out so that at least someone is talking in whatever situation is happening

I think if it does happen in a safe space with you though he’s most likely writing down his thoughts to you over his notebook

When you go nonverbal he gets a little panicky, because he knows how he feels when that comes up so he’s much more fretful over that

He starts asking you a bunch of yes or no questions to things you may need which isn’t always entirely helpful as it can be a bit overwhelming

But after his anxieties are quelled he’s much more able to help out in whatever you need

Whatever communication device or tool you use he’s more than willing to accommodate and carries around cards in the backpack as well

When you have a meltdown for the first time in front of him he definitely isn’t entirely sure of himself, he doesn’t know exactly what you need so it takes some trial and error

After the meltdown though he asks what you’d like to have happen when another one occurs

Whether you need physical touch or instead a weighted blanket or touch sensation at all he’s ready to help

Whatever entertainment medium you like he’ll put on/grab to keep your mind distracted and calmed

If it’s in public he will probably let another alter handle it since that’s overwhelming for him too though I think he feels guilty about it despite it just being a defense mechanism on his end.

He wants to help you and himself, but part of that is accepting where he’s at and sometimes trying to push yourself is the opposite of what’s needed

#moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x gender neutral reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #autistic!reader #disabled!reader #moon knight fanfic #steven grant fanfiction

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