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floareadeaur · 2 months

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On the first day of their children's school - Ferid Bathory x female!reader

• Series: Owari no seraph/ Seraph of the End

• Pairing: Ferid Bathory x female!reader

• Alternative universe, where everyone has a normal life and vampires are human

• Author's words: This is an old post of mine requested for repost by @groovytreeeggoperator .

I wrote it a year and a half ago. I would probably write everything a little differently now. I feel like writers are always changing somewhat.

Anyway, enjoy and any feedback feeds a writer's soul!

I wish everyone reading this a good day!

You got out of the car, being greeted by the hum of voices of parents and children mingling everywhere in the school yard.

Your gaze swept over all the groups of big and little people for just a moment, smiling faintly at the memory of your own first day of school in your life.

But this fact had happened a long time ago. Now, you were no longer just a student, but you yourself were bringing a little one into the education system.

You looked away rather quickly, your lively eyes shining so warmly as you met the small face still staring at you from inside the car.

“Come on honey. You don't want to be late, do you?”, your soft voice called out to your little boy and you felt an amusement mixed with a bit of typical parental exasperation as you heard the same answer for at least the tenth time that day.

“I don't want! I don't want!”

The little boy's voice uttered the words in loud cries, nerves, his little feet tapping on the car floor. In five seconds the kid turned his back on you, again.

You waited five minutes, you waited.

“This school is a cursed place, like a prison, my boy. The teachers want you to be stupid! The system is a way of mind control! Even your great papa didn't want to go to school! But I went... And they tried to undermine my genius authority! It was a life and death war, absolutely!”

A dramatic voice, like that of a great comedian reached your ears. You instinctively covered your mouth with your hands to stop the terrible laugh that threatened to overtake you. The same voice tickled your body with a vibration well known to you, your heart beating faster under your left breast, nestled under your silk dress matching Ferid's clothes ― it was the maddening effect your husband's voice always had on your being.

It was Ferid's voice and remarks that always brightened your day, but in these tense moments it was hardly a good remedy for your little boy's anxiety.

That is what you have been fighting all the way!

A little seven-year-old boy crying dramatically, a big man dramatically accompanying the child, and you, sitting next the driver's seat, trying to mediate the tension between the two children you actually had.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye at the man who was getting out of the car just then, with long, shiny, black boots, velvet pants, a perfectly pressed shirt, and a black ribbon around the collar that you had tied with your own hands that morning. Ah, he wanted to present such an extravagant vibe. He himself told you that this is how the world is intimidated and they will respect all of you that way.

Ferid's face looked cheerful, with all his features impossibly beautiful and slightly disturbing in their symmetry, but you sensed beyond the broad smile on his thin lips, the same shadow of anxiety in the man's blue eyes ― the twin feeling you saw on your child's face with miniature features identical to his father.

You sighed softly, knowing that you had to calm them both somehow, and that deep down, those crocodile tears of your little boy were a way of asking for your attention, your affection, not an actual sign of war on the school. However, this behavior needed to be remedied gently, for the good of all.

You slowly approached the two, watching as the man slightly bent down, taking the little boy out of the car in his arms. You looked at Ferid carefully as the sun's rays reflected in his silver hair, braided by your fingers so carefully that morning and you looked at him again; deeper, with your eyes full of life.

The man turned his gaze unhurriedly over his shoulder, following you out of the corner of his eye, and Ferid Bàthory felt a warm shiver in his body, an unspoken urge of your gaze, which simply always had this effect on him, that of telling the man what to do, without a word.

You nodded slowly with a soft smile on your face as you saw Ferid's pale hands nesting the child up in his arms, gently bounce him up, then cradle him against his chest, a slightly silly, but innocent smile shining on the handsome face of your husband.

And the same shadow of a smile crossed the little boy's features, who let out a giggle as his father's arms lifted him into the air.

You always said many things, so many “beautiful and sweet” things, as Ferid called them, but you knew that now was the time for him to say something to your child and at the simultaneously, to his inner child.

“Good, good, my little one. I know the school has a prison-like system,” the man's voice trailed off, now widowed by its eternally shrill, flamboyant tone, as his arms carefully clasped the little being, who had fixed his big eyes, so curious, just to look at him.

It was so adorable and moving to see the way the little one looked at Ferid, and to feel Ferid's heart swell with all the good feelings in it, knowing someone was looking at him like that ― with admiration, joy, true love. It was such a beneficial thing for his soul, always judged by others so harshly.

“It's a real prison with madmen, papa! Who want to inhibit me!”

Resounded the thin voice, that rose with the tear-filled eyes, which squeezed together with the little nose, along with the little pink lips, with every feature that perfectly imitated, or rather reinvented more perfectly every feature of Ferid Bàthory, and especially his expression so well known.

It had to be said, you had not took the lucky ticket. Your boy had Ferid's face, eyes, personality and only your hair, two shades lighter than you.

However, you had something of your own about both of them. You were the only one who understood the two, the big and the little kid, who was not annoyed by their attitude and words, but adored them in their silly and hilarious way. You could feel them both, exactly how they were, what they were.

You unhurriedly moved closer, your warm hand resting on your husband's shoulder, suddenly feeling the man's body relaxing under your touch, as if Ferid was gathering courage, words, everything he needed.

Your man looked at you out of the corner of his blue eyes, eager for approval, a push, for you to direct the troubled ocean of his mind again. And you gently patted his shoulder, smiling weakly, encouragingly, with the same warmth that softened the body of this man, who was almost unbearable for everyone.

“Mama and papa are flirting, AGAIN! I didn't tell you, papa, that mommy is mine! Be a man and look me in the eye, stop stealing her sweet eyes and marshmallows! You want to instigate the same fight as the one over mama's milk, which you pretended to have, shameless?”

The little one's tone became sharp, the complicated words strange to a little seven-year-old boy, but he had learned them from his role model, his number one adversary and protector: Papa.

“Hey, you, we discussed that mommy doesn't split. It's for both of us,” you whispered affectionately, while with your other hand, you collected your little boy's tears in a handkerchief. “Plus, dad has important words to say to you.”

The wide blue eyes shone slowly as the edge of the handkerchief gathered the tears that had dripped onto their delicate lashes and stared with maddened curiosity at the silver haired man, already forgetting, as only a child could, the 'conflict'.

“Continuing... My little duelist... Look,” Ferid's voice trailed off with a small inflection as his head tilted to one side, only because his red ruby earrings were swinging, which he knew that it was entertaining the child.

True, the little boy's eyes were following the swaying movement, absolutely amusing and bright from the glint of sunlight caught in a bright ray on the precious material, while the tiny hands had already clung to the man's single-pony hair, which he was tugging, thinking that the father would speak faster that way.

Ferid was not disturbed, on the contrary, looking at him, you could see a warmth, perhaps rarely seen in his gaze, a joy of the fact that he himself offered to be his own child's toy, in order to make him smile.

“I was in your situation. I hated school from the first day, I was stressed about it... You know what "stressed" means, to feel like you don't even know where to pee anymore...”

“... And you end up peeing on yourself!”, conscientiously completed the child's voice, the phrase already learned by heart.

Your husband always had the most original explanations for your child, which like now, always made you giggle softly and get a sneaky look of satisfaction from Ferid.

“Yes, yes! Exactly! It's a lot of stress, but look, my little boy... Your papa learned that just adapting to a new, seemingly stressful situation, accepting it, and meeting the “new” with joy is a big, big sign of intelligence,” Ferid's words rang out softly, only slightly accentuating each "big", along with his sharp eyes that slightly widened, as if catching the curiosity of the child absolutely captivated by those words. “It's a sign that you've grown up, that you're a big boy... Because, after all, my boy, a real prison can only be your own mind, if you let it. But you have a golden mind, full of possibilities,” his blue eyes shone warmly, with pride at the sight of the child's face that cast aside tears, fear and shone with courage, enthusiasm.

A soothing, uplifting feeling that seemed to give you wings and momentum enveloped your being, seeing this scene with both of them, who deep down so needed each other's advice and both, your approving gaze.

“Of course, this mind of yours is from your papa. You're going to go there and prove what a genius made you! Aaah and of course, why is papa a genius in the first place? Come on, say it!~”

The ocean blue eyes fixed you, sending the same feverish shiver through your entire being, followed by the blue eyes of the now smaller and equally smiling and beautiful face.

“Because papa loves mama! Only a genius can love mama and a genius' love with mama can only make another genius!”

The small thin voice caught your sweet laugh, the smile that lit up your whole face and made your cheeks burn slightly with color.

“Ah, ah, what geniuses we have here. Only genius talk!”, your eyebrows slowly arched in a questioning expression as you leaned down, placing a warm kiss on the child's forehead and another, liftin tiptoe on the other child's high, regal forehead.

Ferid obviously was not pleased and you could feel a pinch of his fevrtish and slycy lips on your mouth.

“Aaaah! Traitor again, and you're flirting with mama, papa!”, the specific protests already rang out as you held back your giggles.

“What can I do if she's the mother of genies!”

You looked at the older one, catching the seemingly eternal look of a schoolboy on his knees, then at the younger one, with the same look, perhaps sharper than Ferid's, and you embraced your husband's arm, extending your warm hand to your little boy. They were so alike, from face, features, demeanor, to the black ribbon around the necks of both clasped by your warm and gentle hands that morning.

“Now let's go,” you urged them gently, to step into the school yard.

Your two boys agreed and you both then set off.

But a thought crept into your mind, a strange feeling, something like the scheme was not complete.

“Boys, are you sure we didn't forget anything?”, you stared at them after a while, but the four blue eyes just answered you with surprise.

“Nothing!”

They spoke simultaneously, in perfect sync.

“Maybe you should just kiss your husband more often, yes, yes, that's really a moral duty, mama... ~”, the same cadenced, charming and affection-thirsty voice like that of a child echoed in the childish protests of the little one, running in the background.

“Oh, you, Ferid...”

You laughed heartily and kissed your man again, not forgetting the eternal kiss on the forehead of your little boy who was clamorously demanding his tribute.

All three of you entered the school gate. The sun was shining warm, welcoming for an autumn morning. You watched the two of them, rejoicing for their relationship, for you knew how much the child needed Ferid and Ferid needed the child to reconnect with his own inner child.

Everything was as it should be, but that strange feeling still did not leave you...

And Ferid was happy, with a playful but sincere smile, a little shameless blushing from your kiss, but a thought crossed his mind too, because you two were telepathic anyway!

“ 'Ah, ah, the schoolbag is in the car. But leave it there. I also buried my schoolbag in the garden on the first day of school and didn't take it with me. My boy won't need it anyway.' ”

And the child read both of you, approving each of you separately, but secretly, his father more. Your little boy was glad that he had left his bagschool in the car that day.

#ferid bathory #ferid bathory x reader #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #owari no seraph x reader #seraph of the end x reader

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mari2akary · 16 days

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Hello friend😃 i see that your a charlie and the chocolate factory fan💖 i really love Charlie and the chocolate factory and i also love that it is getting added in the tickle community and getting more love and attention💖

Yes, I am a fan of that movie, however for some reason that I don't understand, I'm not good at writing fics about it. I'm really sorry, but if you're interested, these are the fandoms I'm good at writing for.

Naruto: (Reader, Kabuto, Orochimaru) Kimetsu no yaiba: (Enmu, Douma, Reader) Soul Eater: (Dr Franken Stein, Reader) Black Butler: (Grell, Sebastian, Circus Cast, Reader) Marvel: (Loki, Thor, Reader) Netflix Dracula: (Dracula, Reader) Creepypastas: (Jason the toymaker, Lauguing Jack, Reader, Dr Smile) Blue Exorcist: (Mephisto, Rin, Reader) Owary No Seraph: (Ferid Bathory, reader).

feel free to order any you like. and again, sorry for not being good at writing for that movie.

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tickling-giggles · 2 years

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hi hi hi :D

i see you’ve got seraph of the end on your list, i’ve seen like no t word fics in this fandom!! could i request maybe a tickle fight between yuu and mika? it’s okay if not. hope you have a wonderful day <3

S-shut up

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Mika and yuu were (somewhere) and they were reminiscing and talking about old stuff.

“Ohh my god do you remember that time you had cried about your shadow following you” yuu had chuckled. “That never happened” Mika knowing that it was true. “Yehes it did OOH wait remember when you wet the bed HAHAHAAHA” yuu burst into laughter. “Sh-shut up yuu you were the one who wet the bed 2 months ago and claimed it was sweat!” Mika snapped back.

“I-it was sweat!!”

“No it was not!”

“Yes it was!” Yuu argued as he tackled Mika. “Ugh H-HEY!!”

“Take it back take it back right now!” yuu smirked as he ruffled up his hair and jokingly pushed at his face. “Yuhu stop I’m not tahaking back what’s truhue”Mika started to giggle due to yuu accidentally tickling him. “Why are you laughing you think I’m joking?” Yuu said in a playful manner.

“Gehet oahahaff”

“No wait dude seriously why are you… awww Mika you still super ticklish” Yuu cooed. “I am nohot now get ohoff”

“Ya’know you’ve always sucked at lying” yuu grinned.

“Yuhuu don’t stahahahap”Mika already giggling. “Don’t stop? I haven’t even started yet hmmm where should I start?” Yuu thinks out loud before pinching Mika’s sides. “Nooohohohoho yuUUhuhu” Mika shrieked

“What I can’t understand ywou when ywour waughing”yuu baby talked.”Yohohou’re Ahacting lihihike yoohohou aharen’t thihicklish eitheheher” Mika giggled as he shot his hands up under yuu’s arms.

“GYAHAahaha gehehet oOHohut” yuu squealed as he clamped his arms to his side. “Noho yohou brohoght thihis on yohoursehelf”

“AHAaha oho yeahaha twohoho cahan play thahat gahame” yuu challenged as he scratched his highest rib.

“KYAAAHAHA NOHOHO YUUHUHU NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE” Mika screeched as in retaliation he drilled his thumbs into yuu’s hips. “YAHAHAHAHA MIHIHIKAHAHA YOHOHOU KNOHOHOW THAHAT’S SUHUHUPER TICKLAHAHAHASH” yuu screamed. “THAHAT WAHAHAHS THE WHOHOLE POHOHOINT” Mika implied as he moved one of his hands to his thigh squeezing it. Yuu not accepting defeat yet he also moves one of his hands to his knee scribbling at it.

“STAAHAHAHAP IHIHIT MIKAHAHAHA” “NOHOHO YOHOHOHOU FIRSSEHEHEHT”

“OHOKAHAHAY TRUHUHUCE TRUHUHUCE” yuu had called as they both laid on the floor in a giggly mess. “Aha just soho you knohow ihi blame yohou for thihis” yuu giggly blamed. “N*hic*oho it wah*hic*as nahat hohold *hic* ohon” Mika tried to argued while recovering.

-10 minutes later after recovering-

“You’re the one who tickled me first” Mika wiped the excess sweat and tear off his face. “Well ‘xcuse me that your still stupidly ticklish” yuu joking rolled his eyes. “Shut up!” Mika blushed as he pounced on yuu. The brawl started all over again.

#kiara writes #tickle fic #anime tickling #lee!mika #Ler!yuu #lee!yuu #Ler!mika #sote tickle fic #sote tickles #sote tickle #anon ask #owari no seraph tickle #switch!mika #switch!yuu

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anzynai · 3 years

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❀ my fandoms list

Here is a general idea of the fandoms I write for! Please note that more will be added in time!

If the fandom is purple, that’s what I’m most invested in at the moment!

Fandoms

The Promised Neverland

Genshin Impact

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

Seraph of the End

Project Sekai

Yona of the Dawn

Twisted Wonderland

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

The Raven Cycle (First Two Books)

Steven Universe

Please also check my ‘Things to know before requesting’ post!

Notes: I haven’t read the manga for any of the anime fandoms above (except for TBHK) so please be wary of that. That means if you request something where the character doesn’t show up much or until later in the manga, there is a chance I won’t do it.

If I finish a manga, I will update you all on it!

#the promised neverland #dr stone #dr. stone #genshin impact #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #black butler #seraph of the end #owari no seraph #fruits basket #tickling community #tickling #she ra #shera and the princesses of power #shera #steven universe

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aroseandapen · 3 years

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{It’s not fair to tease the person letting you drink blood from their neck}

On impulse during feeding, Mika lets himself get a little distracted from the goal. (From a kissing prompt list: neck kisses)

Mikaela lingered, mouth hovering over Yuichiro’s neck. The thirst, albeit not horrible yet, wracked his body with a terrible itching pain begging to be relieved, but something else--he didn’t know what--made him hesitate. He heard Yu’s pulse, felt the thrum of life flowing through his arteries in each beat. Normally it only increased Mikaela’s desire. Right then, however, he paused.

Yuichiro’s breath, held before in anticipation, slowly leaked out. His lips began to shape the ‘M’ of Mikaela’s name in question. On impulse, he pressed his lips, open-mouthed, to Yuichiro’s neck.

His breath hitched, shoulders shuddered--the beginnings of a giggle squeaked out of Yuichiro’s mouth.

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skribblz · 3 years

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Skribbles Masterlist

fandoms in alphabetical order, newest drawings at the top

* = inspired by/paired with writing

all sfw :D

Ace Attorney

lee edgeworth, ler phoenix

Assassination Classroom

throwing snowball at karma

lee karma, ler nagisa

Astra Lost in Space

lee ulgar, ler luca

Attack on Titan

lee levi, ler erwin

lee erwin, ler levi

lee levi, lers eren and hange

lee eren, lers mikasa and armin

lee armin, ler mikasa

lee levi, ler erwin

ATLA

lee zuko, ler toph

toph!!! (sleeping with momo)

Banana Fish

lee eiji, lers ash and shorter

switches ash and eiji

lee ash, ler eiji

Be More Chill

lee michael, lee jeremy

Big Windup

switches mihashi and abe*

lee mihashi, ler tajima

mihashi cat ears

idk a bunch of stuff, mostly abe and mihashi tho* (tried writing a small fanfic)

lee mihashi, ler abe*

lee tajima, ler abe*

lee abe, lers tajima and mihashi

abe and mihashi hug

abe and mihashi tickles

Black Clover

lee noelle, ler zora

BNHA

Bungou Stray Dogs

lee akutagawa, ler atsushi

lee atsushi, ler akutagawa

Collar x Malice

lee hoshino, ler takeru*

Cookie Run

lee choco, ler cacao (art trade thing)

Demon Slayer

lee tanjiro, ler muichiro

lee tanjiro, ler giyuu

lee giyuu, lers rengoku and tengen

lee zenitsu, ler inosuke

rengoku and giyuu in snow

zenitsu hit with snowball

douma with cat ears

rengoku and giyuu with cat ears

lee tanjiro, ler sabito*

ler zenitsu (and again)

Dr. STONE

Don’t Toy with Me Miss Nagatoro

lee naoto, ler nagatoro

Dororo

lee hyakkimaru, ler dororo*

lee dororo, ler hyakkimaru

Eighty-Six

lee theo, lers shinei and raiden

Free!

lee rin, ler natsuya

throwing a snowball at rin

Fruits Basket

lee yuki and lee kyo

FFXV

lee noctis, ler ignis

Fullmetal Alchemist

lee ed, ler roy

lee ed, ler al

lee ling, ler edward

lee edward, ler ling

roy with cat eats

lee roy, ler riza (and again)

riza and roy in butler/maid costumes

lee edward and ler roy

lee alphonse, lers ed and winry

Genshin

lee childe, ler teucer

Given

lee mafuyu, ler uenoyama

Grand Chase

lee jin, ler asin

Haikyuu!!

Heart Stopper

lee nick, ler charlie*

nick and charlie*

HTTYD

lee y/n, ler hiccup

lee hiccup, ler astrid

Jujutsu Kaisen

lee itadori, ler gojo

megumi, itadori, nobara in maid/butler outfits

lee megumi, lers itadori and nobara

inumaki cat nuzzles

the first year trio

Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi

switches ranmaru and ginji

Kamisama Kiss

lee tomoe, ler nanami

Kill La Kill

ryumako date

lee ryuko, ler mako

Kinnporsche

lee porsche, ler kinn

Legend of Zelda

lee link, ler midna

Luca

lee luca, switch alberto, ler giulia

Mob Psycho 100

switches mob and teruki

Moriarty the Patriot

lee albert, lers william and louis

Naruto

kakashi and naruto clones

hinata tickled by naruto clones

Ninjago

lee jay, ler cole

Obey Me

lee satan, ler lucifer

lee belphie, ler beel

lee levi, ler beel

throwing snowball at lucifer

throwing snowball at mammon

One Piece

lee law, ler luffy

lee luffy, ler robin

lee zoro, ler luffy

luffy hit with snowball

nami and buggy in maid/butler outfits

lee luffy, ler zoro

Owari No Seraph

lee mika, lers yoichi and yuu

Pokemon

lee emmet, ler ingo

Project Sekai

lee akito, ler touya

Promare

lee lio, ler galo

galolio tickle fight

lio’s forehead idk

Run with the Wind

kakehai redraw

old kakeru chibi

kakehai (first post I think :0 sadly the fic is gone :((()*

Servamp

lee kuro, ler mahiru

Sk8 the Infinity

lee miya, ler joe

renga belly raspberries (fully colored)

reki, langa, miya tickle fight

killua + miya skating buddies

renga tickles*

Snow White with White Hair

lee raji, ler sasaki

lee ryuu, ler obi + switches obi and zen

Spy x Family

lee loid, ler franky*

loiyor collab

lee loid, lers anya and yor

Stars Align

lee maki, ler arashi

The Promised Neverland

lee ray, ler norman

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

hanako with cat ears

Tokyo Revengers

lee mikey, ler mitsuya

throwing a snowball at mitsuya

throwing a snowball at Takemichi

Vinland Saga

lee thorfinn, ler askeladd

Your Lie in April

lee arima, ler kaori*

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun!

lee shax, ler iruma

lee iruma, ler shax

World Trigger

lee yuma, ler chika

yuma sketches

konami and bill cipher fusion

lee izumi, ler tachikawa

lee miwa, ler yoneya

yuma with a playful aipom

lee kikuchihara, ler shiori

yumaaa and a jinnn

haha yuma eating raw meat headcanon*

yuma with a flower crown

Crossovers

anya and itadori

senku, maki, and shirogane

killua + miya skating buddies

#yeah no way am I tagging all these fandoms #skribbles #masterlist #a few mightve escaped my grasp but OH WELL

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wonderland-in-bloom · 4 years

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there for you

[jamil viper x spoiled!vampire!princess!reader]

@yandere-of-your-dreams asked: Just wanted to pop in and say I love your writings❤️💖 and may I please request a one shot for Jamil were the reader is a spoiled vampire princess💖

aaaa thank youuu sm! hope you enjoy this!!! also THANK YOU ALL SM FOR 800+ FOLLOWERS AAAAAAAA,, i screamed at like midnight last night lol ;w; thank you everyone so much! i’ll keep doing my best!

♡

“JAMIL!” you screeched. you tapped your foot on the floor multiple times, growing increasingly impatient. “JAMIL!” he still didn’t come out of the kitchen. you crossed your arms as tight as you possibly could. “JAMIL VIPER!!!” you practically jumped out of the armchair you were sitting on and stomped your foot on the ground. he finally walked out of the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

“what?!” he growled. “i called you three times already! why didn’t you-” he cut off your sentence “you didn’t call me three times, in fact you called me many more times than that. i could hear you perfectly fine, (y/n).” he stepped closer towards you, a slightly terrifying aura surrounded him. you weren’t scared of course. who was he compared to you? suddenly your back met the wall, and he slammed his hand on it, just inches away from yours. he leaned his face close to your own, causing you to grit your teeth. “don’t you know how much of a spoiled brat you are, princess?” he teased you in a husky voice. you felt his breath tickle your ear, and you started to push him away from you, but to no avail. “LET GO!”

he inched closer to you. you felt tears prick the corner of your eyes. “jamil viper, leave me alone!” you screamed. with your eyes closed, you sensed his presence away from you. you heard the door click open and him sighing before closing it, and leaving you alone. you opened your eyes and sighed to yourself, before leaning against the wall and crouched down. “spoiled brat...” you hissed. you felt the tears coming back. “(y/n) (l/n)...the eldest...supposedly the next ruler.” you clenched your fist. “bullshit!” you grabbed a vase from beside you and smashed it against the wall.

princess (y/n) (l/n). the eldest child of the king and queen of your kingdom of vampires. your parents were very doting parents, and spoiled you with everything you ever wished for. from the most glamorous of dresses, to jewelry made out of pure gold. you were happy, but you were never pleased. all the civilians loved you and cherished you, but that all changed when your younger brother was born. your parents never turned their attention to you anymore, nor did the civilians, as in your kingdom, the one who could rule had to be male. and with your little brother, no one cared about you anymore. you tried to do everything you could to get your parents’ attention, but alas they turned their backs on your and continued fueling all of your wants, except for one thing you actually really wanted, their love.

coming to night raven college, none of the students liked you. they all thought you were spoiled, bratty, annoying, whiny, the list goes on. you didn’t plan on getting close to anyone anyways. however jamil viper was the only one who was...somehow neutral with you. he didn’t mind spending time with you despite the way you acted, but of course he would be annoyed with you at times. but today...it was just different. he seemed to despise you. “jamil...i’m sorry.” suddenly you felt your throat ran dry. a symptom of craving. you quickly got up and went to your cabinet and slammed it open. you gasped to see all of the vials filled with precious, red liquid, empty. “what?! how can this be-” you choked on your own words, the thirst growing by the second.

you felt pain in the pit of your stomach as you tried to inhale as much air as you could. you were suffocating. it was like a feeling of being drowned, yet at the same time, also a feeling of being thirsty, like never having a drop of water your whole life. you whimpered in pain and curled up into a ball on the ground. “h..help...me...”

meanwhile, jamil was anxiously pacing around the exterior hallway of the school, while he debated with himself whether to go back to you or just forget about you and go back to the scarabia dorms. “fufufufufu, what do we have here?” jamil turned to the source of the voice. on the ceiling. he looked up to meet the eyes of lilia vanrouge. “lilia-san.” he hopped down from the ceiling and stood beside jamil. “what’s with the pacing around all over the place? something tells me you’re unsettled.” jamil sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. “it’s nothing...” lilia chuckled. “it’s (y/n) isn’t it?” jamil didn’t react to this however, he was pretty shocked whe lilia mentioned your name.

“you’re debating whether to go back to her or not aren’t you?” jamil still tried to keep his composure but eyed his senior. “how do you know this?” lilia smirked. “your actions are very clear to the eye, viper.” he started to walk away from jamil but stopped before turning the corner. “oh and if i were you, i’d go back and check on her. she might be in serious trouble. call it...an intuition...” and with that, he vanished. jamil was still debating with himself but it seemed as if his feet moved themselves all the way back to your room. he hesitantly knocked on your door. “(y/n).” no reply. he knocked again. “(y/n)..?” and now he was starting to grow impatient. alright he might not have been answering when you called him, but he found it extremely immature for you to be doing the same thing. “i know you’re mad....just...” he sighed.

“pardon the intrusion.” he opened the door slightly and slipped inside. he looked around to find you nowhere. “(y/n)...?” he walked behind the sofas to see the smashed vase. this was when panic started to set in. “(y/n)!” you heard a clang coming from the kitchen and he ran to see what happened. he saw you on the floor, while inhaling as much air as you could, a hoarse voice coming out from your own throat. you looked up to meet the eyes of jamil. he flinched a little as he saw your eyes glimmer a glowing red color, and your fangs were just as evident as ever. “(y/n)...are you alright?”

“i need to drink jamil! please! let me...NO! i can’t!” you reached your hand to grab him but when you realized what you were doing, your other arm grasped that arm reaching for him. “what happened to you..?” his eye trailed to the shards of glass vials and saw the empty cabinet which was supposed to be your supply of blood. he learned about it somewhere before. if they didn’t satisfy their thirst, vampires would be immense pain due to this. jamil took it upon himself to crouch down in front of you and grabbed your chin. “(y/n)...” he softly spoke. with your thirst driven eyes, you looked at his soft expression. “it’s alright...you need to drink. besides, i don’t want anything happening to you...”

tears streamed down your cheeks as you forgot all of your human-like behavior and threw yourself onto him. you pounced on top of him and dug your fangs deep into his collarbone. he grunted slightly, trying to endure the excruciating pain. from a sensation being similar to being stabbed with a knife, it soon faded away as another feeling started to dawn upon jamil. you took another gulp of his blood before finally backing away and realized what you’ve done. “JAMIL! I’M SO SO SO SO SORRY!” you sighed. “for everything.” he was readjusting his uniform while listening to you speak. “i’m sorry for being so bratty. so annoying. i’m sorry for treating you so badly! you can leave me if you want to, i don’t need anyone...” you felt a hand on top of your head.

“i can’t leave you alone, besides who would be here to offer you blood when you need it?” you blushed. “i-i can order blood you know! ethically sourced and clean, guaranteed!” this caused jamil to chuckle. “(y/n), i’m sorry for losing my patience around you. i’m sorry for treating you the way i did.” you shook your head. “n..no...i’m the one who’s sorry.” he was picking up the glass shards from the floor when he saw your expression. he started to laugh. “what?! it’s not funny?!” he continued. “are you seriously crying?!” you sniffled and wiped the tears away. “no! shut up!” he pinched your cheek. “you’re such a big baby.”

“i’m sorry...for being that way.” jamil smiled. “it’s alright, (y/n). you don’t have to apologize. but of course, there are a few things about you we need to work on. such as your patience, whininess, brattiness, the list goes on.” you pouted. “i get it! i’m a shitty person!” jamil chuckled. “well not all that shitty. come on, we start on improving today.” you looked up to see his smiling face and hand extended to help you stand up. you hesitantly grabbed it and you were back up on your feet. “i’m sorry if i bit you too hard, or if i took too much blood.” he just shook his head. “i’m alright, don’t worry about me.”

“jamil...i’m sorry. again.”

“i know. and you don’t have to apologize so often.”

“okay...i’m sorry...EH WAIT...SORRY FOR...nevermind.”

“this is already a good change.”

♡

i was kinda thinking of owari no seraph when writing this lolol i miss it sm, hello season three wyaaa ;-; also i’m just gonna continue fangirling over the beans day event and all of the fanart lolol still debating with myself whether to write astra’s story or not meeeehhhhh :p

love, a♕

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland oneshots #night raven college #scarabia #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper imagines #jamil viper oneshots #lilia vanrouge

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou Characters: Hyakuya Mikaela, Hyakuya Yuuichirou Additional Tags: Seraph Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Demon Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Triplets, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Masturbation, Awkward Boners, Fantasizing Series: Part 2 of 3 Yuus + 1 Mika = Disaster Summary:

“I’m gonna fucking die,” Yuu-chan wheezed.

“Suck it up,” Yu huffed.

“Please stop talking, your breath is tickling my ankle,” Mika mumbled.

“Right hand, yellow,” Yuuichirou droned on.

for the ao3 crowd. ♡

#seance's vents #fic post #mister twister #3 yuus + 1 mika = disaster

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licorescence · 3 years

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A State of Duress

Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End

Rating: T

Pairing: Mikaela Hyakuya x Yuuichirou Hyakuya (MikaYuu)

Notes: Ancient China-setting + Serious!Mika x Playful/Sly!Yuu

Warnings: Cussing/swearing, assassination attempt

A/N: A simple one shot based on the fic, Empire of Scarlet (planned by three amazing people), to celebrate Chinese New Year~ ^_^ If you’re confused with the use of the secondary names included, it’s because it is common practice in Ancient China to have courtesy names and titles to address people in society as a way to show respect. Also, it’s practiced during the Qin dynasty for Emperors to address themselves with the Imperial “We”. With that said, please enjoy~

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"Your Highness, it is time to take your medicine." Scholar Kimizuki Shiho - courtesy name, Kiseki - reminded his king gently as he presented a bowl of liquid bitterness for the Emperor to drink. "The imperial physician told me that the headaches are becoming worse, and suggested to increase the dosage of ginseng root.”

"Ah... Leave it there, Kiseki. We still have work to finish..." Emperor Shindo Mikaela - title, Shikama-dōji - mumbled while he stared down on his study desk with multiple scrolls and maps scattered around. With a brush at hand, he wrote numerous theories and suggestions in neat calligraphy.

Shiho could only look at his Emperor’s back silently and sigh with a small frown. He place the bowl on a nearby table as he said, "Your Highness, this subject is worried for your health. You must not strain your dragon body no matter how much work you want to accomplish. There is still tomorrow; why does your Highness wish to rush things?"

Mikaela's hand pause.

"... Kiseki would not understand how we feel," Mikaela replied, but he put down his brush which brought Shiho some relief. "Every day, we feel danger around us. We would not know when we will die, so it is best that we finish this work as fast as possible. We fear that our time is short..."

Upon hearing that Mikaela was being threatened, Shiho became furious.

"---To force your Highness in such a state, who is it that wishes to court death so badly?" Shiho growled as a sense of protectiveness overcame him. "This subject shall tighten the security around the palace at once...!"

"..."

Mikaela watched silently from the corner of his eye as Shiho stomped away from his chambers, leaving him in the quiet, dimly lit room. Once the door to his quarters shut, a thin steel as sharp as a beast’s fang came from within the darkness, and made its way to his neck in an instant, surprising the Emperor a bit.

"Not bad. I didn't think your Highness could act so well despite having a knife on his throat. You have my praise." A playful voice complimented behind Mikaela's ear.

"If it would save any bloodshed, then I'm willing to take risks." Mikaela hissed as he dropped all formalities, but dared not to move as he tightly asked, "What do you want?"

The assassin chuckled at the boldness of his prey. "You know what I want, your Highness.

Mikaela frowned a bit at this person's vagueness before he replied curtly, "... My death will not satisfy you. If your goal is to take this empire from me, then you have to be accepted by everyone in the imperial court."

The assassin hummed. "As tempting as having the empire sounds, that is sadly not my goal, your Highness. It is a bit more personal, you see..."

Personal…?

Mikaela pondered for moment, combing into his memories on what could possibly be the reason why an assassin would come after his life. He knew that he wasn't terrible in his rule enough for people to rebel. In fact, Mikaela was quite good in handling his imperial duties in spite of his young age as he contributed much to the welfare of his people and formed peaceful relations with his neighboring kingdoms. The citizens felt like he was a literal blessing to them as oppose to his predecessor who was a tyrant that made their lives miserable day by day.

Does this mean...

"Are you, perhaps... A former vassal of the previous Emperor?" Mikaela asked while he carefully glanced over to his side to get a glimpse of the predator.

"Close, but not quite. Allow me to correct you." The assassin laughed dryly while he leaned close to whisper on Mikaela's ear. His hot breath tickled against skin to make just the smallest hint of goosebumps to rise on Mikaela’s flesh. "I'm his son."

Mikaela's eyes widened considerably before he lifted his arm and swatted his assiliant away in blinding speed, causing the other to pull back at a certain distance. However, Mikaela managed to reach out for his shoulder and push him to the ground with a loud slam, earning him a grunt as the impact made the assassin lose his grip on the weapon which clattered to the floor.

"Who are you?" The Emperor demanded once he was out of danger, his eyes examining the intruder's appearance as best as he could against the candle light.

"Like I said, I'm the son of the previous Emperor. You can call me, hmm... Ah! Asura! How about that?" The assassin answered with a huff, wincing every now and then at the newly blossomed pain on his body. "Why are you surprised, Shikama-dōji? Something like this shouldn't be new to you."

"From what I learned, the imperial records never mentioned that bastard having a son." Mikaela spoke firmly. "If you dare lie to me once more, I will not hesitate to execute you."

"Such benevolence. However, I'm merely speaking the truth here. May lightning strike me should I ever utter silvery words towards your highness." The assassin, calling himself Asura, swore with a smile forming underneath the black cloth that hid his face. His green eyes shone with defiance. "I'm merely taking back the position that was rightfully mine. What's wrong about that?"

Mikaela scoff, not believing the other’s claim. He thought this man must be delusional if he were to think that he was related to that tyrant of an Emperor. "There's nothing to take back here. I have already rewritten the laws and customs. I made sure that your dynasty is no more within the lives of these people."

"Ah, it seems your Highness has misunderstood once again." Asura taunted as his eyes stared up to the Emperor’s. "I don't care about dynasties. All I care about is putting fear into you; to haunt you everywhere you go as a reminder that the throne you were sitting on wasn't yours, you thief."

To hear this unknown man call the Emperor a thief, of all things, made Mikaela's blood boil angrily. His blue eyes constrict with intent.

“While I’m a patient person, I do have my limits, Asura. You best don’t test it while I’m still being nice, or I’ll rip out that lovely tongue off your mouth.”

“Oh, you better not forget those words, your Highness. I will be disappointed if you do.” Asura teased in delight at the thought of being killed by Mikaela, and he placed a forefinger in between them, where their lips were just inches away from each other. “However, I still want to play, so please entertain me for a bit more.”

“Who in the heavens would want to play with---Mmph…?!”

Mikaela’s mouth was sealed with a kiss against a black cloth. It took him a moment to realize that the assassin was kissing him, and Mikaela fiercely brushed the other off of him with a gasp. Asura used the momentum to free himself from Mikaela’s grasp and jump up to an open window.

“As much as I want to stay, I have to bid your Highness farewell.” Asura grinned with a tap of his finger on his lips. “This little thing will serve as a seal to our small promise~”

Mikaela coughed and wiped his lips ferociously on his sleeve, still tasting fiber cloth on his mouth while he attempted to catch Asura. “You--! Stop right there!”

Asura chuckled before he disappeared into the night. The damn man was too quick on his feet, and it made Mikaela’s temper snap on the fact that his first kiss was stolen by a lowly scum like him. How dare he?!

“---GUARDS!”

The spectacle of an angry Emperor was truly a sight to behold, especially if said Emperor was the pacifist Mikaela. To see his calm and composed expression fall apart by not only being threatened, but also having his first kiss stolen brought a gleeful smile on Yuichiro’s lips. Who knew that it was easy to provoke the Emperor with just the right actions and words?

“I just fooled around for a bit, and then he cracks just like that. How fun~” Young master, Hyakuya Yuichiro – courtesy name, Asura – gloated as he watched on a tree at how Mikaela was fuming and yelling at his guards frantically to search out for him, lighting up the dark palace in the late hours of the evening.

“You’re being careless, young master.” Saotome Yoichi – courtesy name, Gekkouin – murmured beside Yuichiro as he lowered the cloth on his mouth. He held up a couple of manuals towards his companion. “I got the books you ask for. I know it’s not my place to say this but… I think young master’s martial arts is already perfect. Why must you resort to steal knowledge from the royal palace?”

“Well, Gekkouin… If I am to give some balance in our game, then it’s only fair of me to know everything that his Highness is knowledgeable of.” Yuichiro smirked as he took the books from Yoichi, pleased. “That way, I can match him in his wits. His Highness will surely be shaken up that he has a competitor after years of having no rival to stand before him.”

That, and along with my threat from before, the Emperor will have to sleep with one eye open every night~♪

Oh, the look of a visibly tired Mikaela brought a triumphant grin on his face. Yuichiro could only anticipate the Emperor’s next move from here on out as he returned home soundlessly like the wind.

#Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End #MikaYuu #SFW

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thecrazyanimegirl · 6 years

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I really adore Crowley Eusford and his vampire sexiness. So... I must make a Owari no Seraph request for Valentine day. Can you write a Valentine's date for him and his human! female "easygoing" OC named Kiki, celebrating their Valentine's day at their mansion, sharing berries and giving one another messages? SFW.

Anon, whereveryou are, know that I will cherish you forever because of this ask!

There were manyways how to spend time with your loved one, but staying at home was probablythe most emotional way of celebrating Valentine’s. Crowley thought about it aweek before and decided to spoil his girl at his mansion. He prepared lots ofdifferent berries and placed a huge amount of candles around. Kiki was lying ontheir bed, admiring the romantic atmosphere in the room her beloved vampire hadprepared just for her. He was supporting himself on his elbow next to her andgazing down on her smaller frame.

„I still can’tbelieve it that you lit all these candle. It must have taken ages.“

„Nothing is toohard for me when it comes to you, my dear.“

He grabbed one ofthe berries and slowly brushed it on her lips. Kiki was flustered at first, butafter a few other feeding attempts she relaxed and allowed him to spoil her. Tomake sure that he enjoys it too, she also took some berries for him but managedto stain her fingers with some red juice. That didn’t go unnoticed by Crowley.Her fingers were colored red as the blood he loved so much. He gently took herhand, brought it to his mouth and cleaned every corner of it with the help ofhis lips and tongue.

„You did this onpurpose, right?“ he turned her hand in his and kissed it from the palm, down tothe elbow.

„Well, maybe I did.Maybe not. Who knows.“ She giggled a bit when he reached the part where ittickled her. She withdrew her hand leaving him wondering why she is doing that.His confused face amused her greatly.

„You rememberthat I promised you some time ago to give you a back massage.“ She rose up andlooked at him.

„Ooh I do! ShallI lay on the bed?“ he didn’t even bother to wait for her to reply and sprawledon the sheets excited.

Kiki sat on hislegs and reached over him to his shoulders.

„Tell me if I’mbeing too rough. And take off your shirt, it will make things easier for me.“

He did as she askedand her eyes were graced with the sight of his toned back. She wasted no timeand started to move her delicate hands over his skin. She traced every muscle,enjoying the feeling of it probably in the same amount as he was too. She could feel his deep breaths and wonderedafter some time if he had actually fallen asleep. She was surprised when heturned suddenly and found herself pinned beneath him.

„It is getting alittle bit dangerous, little lamb.“ He purred in her ear and placed a soft kisson her neck. He bared his fangs and scratched her skin a little bit.

„We said nobiting in the bed, Eusford.“ She blewin his ear and he removed his head inan instant.

„Well, it wasyour fault for making me this worked up. How will you repay that now?“ he askedher in a flashy tone.

„If you behave,you will get a berry.“ He pouted after hearing that but it didn’t bother himwhen he saw Kiki laughing her heart out beneath him. He couldn’t help himselfbut to join her too. After all, there is nothing more beautiful for a rewardthan to see her smile.

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mari2akary · 2 months

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surprise.

Guess what friends, you can now send me requests for tickle fics!. The fandoms I will write for are.

Owary No Seraph: (Ferid Bathory, Reader) Naruto: (Reader, Kabuto, Orochimaru) Kimetsu no yaiba: (Enmu, Douma, Reader) Soul Eater: (Dr Franken Stein, Reader, Maka) Black Butler: (Grell, Sebastian, Ciel, Circus Cast, Reader) Marvel: (Loki, Thor, Reader) Netflix Dracula: (Dracula, Aghata, Reader, Zoe) Creepypastas: (Jason the toymaker, Lauguing Jack, Reader, Dr Smile) Blue Exorcist: (Mephisto, Rin, Yukio, Reader)

At the moment I write more about Naruto. and the fics will never be with romantic relationships, only bonds of best friends, brothers, mentors or father figures.

#fiction #tickle thoughts #sfw tickle community #anime fic #otaku

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illstealyourheart · 7 years

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Coming Home, Coming Back

This is a fanfic I’ve written, and saved, and then completely forgot about for two years apparently LOL.

It’s kind of nostalgic, since I haven’t written seriously in a while. But when I look at this, it seems like a short thing I might’ve done to vent.

To whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy!

#Owari no seraph #Seraph of the End #Yuichiro Hyakuya #Mikaela Hyakuya #Yoichi Saotome #Shinoa Hiiragi #postwar story where the human side won I guess

How is it- to work with soul and flesh towards something and then it happens?

It happens.

You won.

You did it. Congratulations.

Congratulations my ass, Yuichiro thinks, stomping his boot into the mud.

The war is over. Delivered flatly to the human victors and what remains are the worn out uniforms, the rusty blades, and a world still sizzling from the heated battles. The breeze brushing Yuichiro's cheeks tickles in his nose with a sharp sting. Clean, cold, and fresh. Here he stands in a land rid of vampires. Most of them, anyways.

This.

This is fucking unsatisfying.

It's coming. One second and it'll come.

"Yu-kun!"

He knew it! He so knew it. And this time he's prepared. "Hold on! Stop!" He shouts, jumping a few steps back for good measure.

With arms outstretched the other halts- in gradual steps- but halting nonetheless. The skin around Yoichi's eyes is glimmering in the sun from all the tears. It's amazing the way this boy can cry. But as his movement stops so do his tears, and now he just blinks in confusion. "What ar-"

"There." Yuichiro interrupts him and struts forward, noticeably happy with the feat he just accomplished. He puts a hand on Yoichi's head and gently ruffles his hair or tries to, at least, because with the leather gloves it proves difficult to not accidentally rip a strand out.

If Yuichiro happens to do it Yoichi doesn't seem to mind. With trembling lips, the initial shock recedes and he starts crying once again. "You're-"

"I know."

"You're!"

Yuichiro laughs, "I know." I'm alive.

"Oh God!" Yoichi all but falls into Yuichiro, making him stumble with the momentum. That was inevitable, he supposes. At least, and that's all Yuichiro wanted, he didn't get run into the ground again. He was fearing another concussion and Yoichi's surprising strength to squeeze all air out of someone. The latter, however, to Yuichiro's dismay, he's unable to escape: Yoichi's arms and legs claw around him and Yuichiro hisses in pain by the incredible ignorance towards the cuts and bruises hiding under his uniform.

"Alright! Alright! There really must be another way to hug, oh my God."

As always, none of Yuichiro's complaints reach Yoichi's ears. None of his loud gasps for air. None of the obviously felt pain ever registers. And no preparation ever saves Yuichiro from all this affection and care. He's been blessed with this friend and cursed. For it's this friend who just strangles him into the unconscious.

Yuichiro feels his senses fleeting. Oh shit, not again!

"You're strangling him." A soft and sweet voice rises behind Yuichiro's head. And while certainly quiet, it's distinctive enough for everyone to hear. Even Yoichi.

"Oh, H-hyakuya-kun."

Immediately, he climbs off Yuichiro, far more fixated on the one who spoke rather than what he said. And who cares? Yuichiro has given up on expecting anything else from this guy. "Mika," he wheezes instead. Still desperate to regain his balance and breath, he turns around and manages after a few misplaced steps to arrive in front of his savior; an assembly of beautiful blond curls, white skin, and eerie dark crimson eyes. Mikaela Hyakuya was no doubt gorgeous and a full-fledged vampire.

Yuichiro puts a hand on his shoulder, smiling appreciatively. "I would've totally managed that myself." He says despite his gestures and Mikaela raises an eyebrow. "I seriously doubt that."

Yuichiro dismisses him with a wave of his hand.

"Doubt all you want, but reality is what I just told you."

"That is--"

The crinkles of doubt in Mikaela's face set deeper. His lips slightly apart and with a deadpan stare, he looks at Yuichiro for a while and then sighs. Sighs deeply. Sighs so deep it irritates Yuichiro's ears. "You got a problem?!"

"Yes, actually. You're being an idiot."

Indignation, half serious, inflates Yuichiro's chest. He closes in on Mikaela, grabbing the sides of his collar with both hands. And then with a tug, he retorts: "you wanna go?"

"U-uhm, Yu-kun. I don't think that's a good idea." Yoichi decides to chime in after minutes of observing the scene from the sidelines. Now he raises his hands in front of him, palms upfront, as if someone was threatening him with a knife. Perhaps, he does feel threatened by the situation.

Oh c'mon, Yuichiro thinks. As if he'd seriously fight Mika. He'd beat him, surely, without a doubt (maybe). But this? This is just for fun. Although, he has to admit, he is kind of pissed about the idiot remark.

But no one seems to see the fun in it.

"Vampires are not to be underestimated."

"Gah!"

Shinoa!

Yuichiro releases his grip on Mikaela shocked by her sudden appearance. "Where did you-" There she stands at his right as if she's done nothing else the entire time, but Yuichiro swears he didn't see her anywhere before. His confusion draws a hum from her lips. Slowly, they curl upwards in a smirk. "Oh? Have your senses gone that bad? I guess that calls for a demotion."

"Don't you dare!"

Shinoa giggles. "We'll see," she adds mysteriously, then shifts her attention to Mikaela by a quick glance in his direction. She seems hesitant in how to approach him- her smile being just a tiny bit too forced, her eyes a tiny bit too wary. And while Mikaela makes no move to mirror her wariness, Yuichiro can see from this close up how his lips grimly press together.

"You're going to take him away, aren't you?"

"I don't have power over that."

"Oh, but you do."

"What was that?"

"I saiiid, Yu-kun will do anything to make him human again, right?"

"Of course." Yuichiro's expression turns serious. "Whatever the cost."

"See? You're going to take him away. Look out for him, if you will."

#owari no seraph #yuichiro hyakuya #mikaela hyakuya #yoichi saotome #shinoa hiiragi #seraph of the end #yuuichirou hyakuya #hyakuya yuichiro #hyakuya yuuichirou #hyakuya mikaela #saotome yoichi #hiiragi shinoa #my writing #fanfic #short story #drabble #mikayuu #yuumika

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fandomseverywhereassemble · 7 years

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Fandoms: Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End Status: Complete Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Rating: Explicit Categories: M/M Pairings: Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Kimizuki Shihou/Saotome Yoichi, Ichinose Guren/Hiiragi Shinya Characters: Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Hyakuya Mikaela, Kimizuki Shihou, Saotome Yoichi, Hiiragi Shinoa, Sanguu Mitsuba, Báthory Ferid, Euseford Crowley Additional Tags: Angst, Past Rape/Non-Con, Abusive Relationships, AU-WWII, Orphans, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Character Death, Pain, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Cuddles, Kisses, Hypothermia, Panic Attacks, Depression, Tickle Fights, Sleepy Cuddles, Lobe Confessions Chapters: 9/9 Words: 40,797

#fanfic #mikayuu #yuumika #kimiyoi #ao3fic #mine #ons #owari no seraph

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swanfrcst · 7 years

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holy; holy; holy;

fandom/pairing: owari no seraph/gureshin

notes: some vague modern au i’ve been playing with! this may or may not be expanded upon/added to in the future

guren is sixteen, drunk on love and reveling in silver moonlight and teenage rebellion when shinya kisses him for the first time, underneath a flickering light bulb and in the midst of hazy cigarette smoke.

their hands are still intertwined when shinya leans back, half-moon smile playing on his lips. the couch they're sitting on is worn and frayed, cloth faded from time and stuffing leaking out from the seams. it's old, torn, ragged, but right now, it's the most comfortable place in the world. guren blinks in surprise, lips tingling as he meets shinya's eyes.

"why'd you do that?" guren asks - not that he minds, because they've only been dating a month but have known each other for what feels like much, much longer. in response, shinya squeezes his hand and leans in to kiss him again.

"dunno," shinya confesses. "i felt like it, i guess."

guren thinks shinya is about to say more - he's learned to read the cues: steady gaze, parted lips, a soft intake of breath, as if shinya has more words hovering over his tongue - but he falls silent instead.

"mmm," guren says, because in the end, it doesn't really matter. from outside the open window comes a steady stream of cricket song and cicada trills, bringing with it a warm, summer breeze. guren's eyes flick up toward the dying lightbulb, then down, to the ring of teenagers throwing playing cards into a pile.

"take that, fuckers, " mito cackles, tossing down her cards triumphantly. groans follow.

"hell," guren says to shinya, the sound of cicadas ringing in his ears, "let's do it again."

shinya's smile is really the only answer he needs. guren untangles their fingers to run his hand through shinya's hair, down his neck, over his shoulders. there is tension there, but no fear, and guren presses a little harder.

when they part, a little flushed and a little love-struck, shinya whispers, "i have a confession to make."

his words are so soft that guren nearly misses them, but it's not difficult the read the sharp, taunting gleam reflecting off shinya's eyes - so guren grins back.

shinya rises, leaning forward to whisper in guren's ear. his breath tickles, sending red-hot spirals down guren's skin and a quiet blush across his cheeks. after shinya settles back down, looking unbearably smug, guren tries to find words that reflect his jumbled, chaotic thoughts - to no avail.

from the floor, goshi wolf-whistles through his cigarette smoke, and a ring of laughter erupts from the rest. mito winks at guren; shinya thinks he sees cash passing hands. scowling, guren flips them all the bird as shinya laughs and laughs, curling into guren's side, even as guren picks up a couch cushion to chuck at goshi.

later, goshi sidles up to guren, eyes twinkling, thirsty for gossip. "what did he say to you?" goshi asks with a lecherous grin. "you can trust me, i promise."

guren fixes a flat stare on the other boy and says, "full offense, but i'd trust you as far as i can throw you."

translation: i'd totally tell you but i'm 100% embarrassed.

goshi only smirks. "whatever you say, boss," he coos, slapping guren heartily on the shoulder.

in the end, guren leaves with a feather-light heart and a misty smile. shinya's got moonlight slipping over his skin like silk and easily slips his hand into guren's.

"hey," shinya whispers, "walk me home?" even though they know that if they get caught together on hiiragi grounds then guren is going to get his ass kicked and shinya just might be shipped across the world to another one of the hiiragi family's expensive mansions.

"hell," guren replies, leaning in for another kiss. "let's go."

#owari no seraph #gureshin #ichinose guren #hiiragi shinya #guren squad #swankitty writes #i was totally going to turn this into an actual fic but it's been sitting in my wips for months and i decided. hell. imma post it

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