#slender manor

[jtkys]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 + 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ☆

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐞. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 :𝟑

𝐭𝐰𝐬/𝐜𝐰𝐬: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬 (𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦), 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐣.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐟 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐝𝟎 (𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫)

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

We’ve had our era years ago of unnecessary twinkification or crps, it’s time to be fr

He’s 6’6. Cause. Yeah. As shown in the middle image above, he’s a big dude. MUSCLES!!!!!

He literally eats people and I personally hc he hunts them down himself, ESPECIALLY if he’s super hungry. So he’s gotta have some muscle on him. (Foaming at the mouth rn)

Has ombré (retractable) claws u will not change my mind. His blood is either the same kinda ooze that comes from his eyes or a dark blue

He’s really fucking warm. Like he’s a god to be around in the winter because he’s just insanely hot. Figuratively and literally

I’m tryna figure out what he voice sounds like in my head, I definitely think it’s really deep. Forgive me but I think he’d sound a bit like corpse husband

He can definitely growl, but almost never does it because there’s no reason to since he’s level headed and hard to piss off, but also because it’s genuinely scary 😭😭

Not my original hc but I saw someone once saying he purrs in his sleep and AGH YES!!!

Has thermal vision: I think I mentioned this before, but I really enjoy this hc. As I’ve Also said before, he’s got really sensitive hearing and smell because of his lack of proper sight.

Is a gentle giant 100%. As much as Jeff can try his hardest to piss him off, he’s hyper aware of his strength and how easily he could tear someone apart if he lost control and that’s the last thing he wants, so he makes sure to keep his cool

Even if he’s somehow managed to get pissed off, if he can’t leave the situation he’ll just get more verbally aggressive (never physically) but if he CAN leave the situation, he removes himself immediately to make sure he or anyone else isn’t hurt.

Is actually really good with Sally and young kids in general, but has no idea how to handle babies. At all. Mostly because he’s scared he’ll drop them, but also because he can’t communicate with them like he can with young kids, and the crying and screaming babies do really upsets his sensitive hearing and ears 😭

Rarely removes his mask around the other creeps, and only really takes it off infront of sally and when it’s a small group of calmer proxies.

Loves loves LOVES to read books. It’s his favourite thing to do in his spare time

He either really loves or hates coffee, I haven’t made my mind up. But I’m pretty certain that he never drinks alcohol, because he doesn’t ever want to be put in a situation where he’s out of control.

Probably smells blood after he’s eaten, but most of the time has a really nice earthy kinda scent to him

He uses Aussie hair products fight me rn. Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn’t have luscious curls..

uhm sorry he likes sealife and worships David Attenborough i dont make the rules

Really likes the Lego Batman movie. I won’t elaborate

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

As I said before, gentle giant

Isn’t overly affectionate at first because he’s a lot more nervous than given credit for, and will sometimes overthink it if he wants to hug you or hold your hand because he’s scared of his claws or misjudging his own strength.

So if you wanna hug him I think he’d, at first, just kinda stand there awkwardly and stiffly but would probably give your head a soft pat or rub your back if you insist.

Eventually he’d probably become a lot more comfortable, and more secure and confident that he wouldn’t hurt you

(It’ll take quite a bit or convincing but oh well)

Is more than happy to let you read with him or be in the Same room as him, no matter what you’re doing. Just being in each others company is sweet and enough :D

hugs from behind from this man would be legendary bro. ESPECIALLY CAUSE HES SO WARM AUGH 💔💔

i dont think hes as possessive as the other creeps (cough cough the diy scrub daddy) (jeff) but he can certainly be protective imo

godly cook. bro.. i want him to make me food rn..

as in u call up this mf at 3 in the morning to ask for some spaghetti bolognese with extra cheese and my boy is in the kitchen before u can blink

like the real man he is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

look me in the eyes and try and tell me his claws wouldn't give GODLY scalp massages bro.

Is really good damn attentive, especially when it comes to people he cares for. As in he knows ur sleeping, eating, breathing patterns like the back of his hand to make sure that he notices immediately if anything is wrong

Likes watching his partner sleep NOT IN A CREEPY WAY. just probably finds it really enjoyable and endearing to see someone he cares for so much in such a vulnerable and calm state

He’s so silly I’m in love with him

I’m honestly not sure what kinda pet names he would use, because he doesn’t seem the type to use the generic “babe/baby” to me, but he’s def not like Jeff (who will come up with the most downright jaw droppingly nasty names ever for fun)

He’d probably use either “sweetheart” or “darling” nothing too major, but would probably just mostly use a shortened version of your name or a nickname he gives u. He silly he bbg

Really loves cats. Really really loves them, and will get on one knee and propose to you if you have any (/hj.)

>>>

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚/𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐣 𝐬𝐨 :𝟑

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐩

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fic #eyeless jack hc #eyeless jack #eyeless jack fanart #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x y/n #creepypasta ej #ej creepypasta #creepypasta #creepypasta ej headcanons #slenderman #slenderverse #slendermansion #slender manor #slendermanor #slender mansion #i am tiger!!

[madame-noir]

Art trade has been Finnished for differentnotless123 on insta ^°^ they have quite an interesting comic they are making for crp as well so, do drop by and have a look.

#slendermanor #au #oc #comic #operator #slenderman #kingsdecay #bookofwoe #creepypasta #drawing #art #arttrade #art trade #kings decay #book of woe #slender manor

[creepy-spooghetti]

Hey, so, I have been reading your creepypasta headcannon s and I decided to follow you. Could you do some of the creeps meeting l laughing jack for the first time, like their re ctions, please? Also, could you include slender?? Just a req, but I really like your works. Even if you decide to not do mine, keep up the good work!! :)))

Thank you for the follow and sweet words 🥺 Idk if you know this or not, but I don't write for Laughing Jack anymore, and I haven't for a while.

Here's some headcanons that are similar to what you requested though~

Creepypasta characters meeting Slenderman for the first time

Jeff: Okay, Jeff was more weirded out than anything. He'd seen some scary shit before but nothing compared to this...this albino, impeccably-dressed spaghetti noodle. To this day, he can't walk into his office and look at his face (or lack thereof) without feeling his gut clench up.

Liu: All he could really do was stare in disbelief, trying to process the fact that he wasn't, in fact, dreaming. 

Sully: "What the actual fuck are you."

Ben: Just kinda blinked, looked constantly between Slenderman and the wall, mentally sizing him up and deciding how much health he'd have if he was a boss character.

Jack: Wasn't really fazed honestly. Heck, he's a demon himself, so what does he have to fear?

Zero: Her first thought was "holy shit that is awesome" then proceeded to ask multiple questions about his species that resulted in him giving her a headache from the amount of static he imbedded into her mind.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #headcanons #zero #eyeless jack #ben drowned #sully #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #slenderman #slender manor

[scary-lasagna]

Can I have a strength chart of the creeps? From the strongest to the weakest? (Their supernatural abilities are included)

I can go into detail if requested :) Some of the creeps have influence over others (Ex. Zalgo + minions), and some are just naturally strong (Ex. Offender). Some will depend on fighting style, height, dodging speed. Basically if you threw them in a ring and said 'go'

Stronk

Zalgo

Slender

Offender

HABIT

Splendor

Eyeless Jack

Kagekao

Puppeteer

Trender

Tim

Kate

Brian

Toby

Clockwork

Jane

Dark Link

Jeff

Nina

Ben

Laughing Jack

Jason

Liu

Lost Siilver

Helen

Sally

Noodle arms

#imagine this being posted on the manor's bulletin #it would start so many fights #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #slender #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta lore #creepypasta hcs #list

[wyverber]

Offender supposed to be watching over the Manor: Ey woah! You!

Kate: me?

Offender: Yeah! If you do drugs and not include me imma Tell Ur boss! Got it?

Kate: Oh! Okay, no probs

#Kate has a mild drug problem #Offender was never allowed in Slenders Manor ever again #creepypasta incorrect quotes #slender brothers #slenderman #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x you #creepy pasta #ben drowned #ben x reader #ej creepypasta #kate the chaser

[mazamba]

"You need what?"

"I know it's a lot to ask," cut in Danny before Batman could go from confused to angry, "Just let me explain. I swear it's for a good reason."

Batman eyed his teammate skeptically. King Phantom was one of the League's newest and youngest members. Despite his unorthodox introduction to the team, he and his sister, Stray, had proven to be valuable additions to the Justice League and to the Teen Titans respectively. He was tall and imposing, despite his relatively slender frame. His visage was made the more menacing by the Crown of Fire that hovered above his head in a tiny version of the Aurora Borealis instead of his predecessor's green flames, the royal armor over his jumpsuit, and the fur-trimmed coat made of a rippling window into space.

"Ok, so you know how Bruce Wayne adopted Cassandra Cain, but she's David Cain's biological daughter, right?"

"..."

"...right! So, at some point, David sold human eggs on the black market," he continued, "you have no idea how hard it was to get the information on Vlad's supplier, but we did figure out that he bought the eggs from Cain for his experiments and then completely messed up the cloning process."

"How?"

"We have no idea! But my clone, my sister, has my ghost DNA, but part of mine and someone else's human DNA."

"What makes you think it's Cassandra's?"

He pulled out his phone, a two-year-old model with a cracked screen, and showed him the face of his sixteen-year-old sister in her human form next to a picture of Bruce's own eighteen-year-old daughter from a tabloid.

"She looks a lot like me," he admitted, "but she also looks a lot like Cassandra Cain, so we think Vlad got a sample mixed up or forgot to take out a nucleus or something and made-."

"A daughter instead of a clone."

It was a good thing Phantom wasn't particularly good at reading body language, or his tightening fist might've alerted him that something was wrong.

"I mean... sort of? It's different with clones. She's technically my daughter but I turned nineteen, like, a month ago, so I don't thi- I'm getting off track! The point is, Dani's destabilizing again and I need a clean DNA sample to help her. I tried to get into Wayne manor, but the place is warded to hell and back. You know Bruce Wayne, right? Can you help me talk with Cassandra?"

Batman sighed and turned his head to Phantom's right.

"Orphan."

"Motherfu-! How long has she been standing there!?"

She didn't respond to his yelp/question and instead turned to Batman.

"Take a tube to Gotham and ask Cassandra Wayne for a DNA sample."

Orphan nodded and walked off to the tubes.

"... Is it just me or was she a little quieter than usual?"

Bruce sighed, not looking forward to whatever his week was about to become.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dani fenton #dani phantom #danielle fenton #danielle phantom #batman #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #NGL I always assumed Jason was way older than Cass #But apparently they're the same age

[cryptomiracle]

more creepypasta headcanons

(+ marble hornets)

WARNINGS:

Ooc? Idk

I started this at 2 am and you can tell

Cursing

I write on my phone so the format may be a little weird

Any brands, games, or characters mentioned in this do NOT belong to me, nor am I sponsored by them in any way.

This is very unserious, I've noticed that a lot of my other hcs usually take a "dark" turn and so I decided to make some that didn't.

You could even say they're a bit... silly.

You should totally check out my masterlist for more hcs (it's pinned)

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Characters: masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, and BEN DROWNED.

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Jeff:

he's extremely hard headed, he WILL argue/fight with someone over the dumbest things and he'll never stop arguing, even if he knows the other person is right.

He has an "emo accent"

He likes to start drama between people, and then leave the crime scene.

He is so ashy you could strike a match off of his elbow

He's been wearing the same beat up converse since 2012, them things are being held together by duct tape and a prayer.

His favorite animal is a raccoon, he says they're sneaky and nocturnal like him.

He refuses to get a new phone, he won't even steal one.

He curses all the time just cause he can, sometimes he'll even jumble random curse words together.

BEN:

He listens to vocaloid and he doesn't play about miku

He runs one of those "rage bait" accounts that are painfully obviously bait

Still quotes old memes and refuses to let them die

Example: yeet, t-posing, and "sanic the hedgehog"

He scams old people on Facebook and e-daters, he doesn't feel bad about it either.

He uses the money he gets from scamming to buy v-bucks and overwatch coins

He once doxxed someone for dissing miku

slender had to take away his mic privileges because he was keeping everyone up at night by yelling bloody murder at people on fortnite/overwatch

once showed up at someones house because they emoted on him after killing him in game

Toby:

He vapes, and thinks he's so cool cause he can do "vape tricks" and he makes people watch him while he does them

Someone once gave him apple cider, told him it was alcohol, and he pretended to be drunk.

His phone gallery is filled with random photos, like there'll be a low quality picture of a tree and then right beside it a picture of a ceiling. Just random stuff

Mint chocolate chip ice cream enjoyer

He's really flexible, although he has bad posture he can do back bends, the splits, etc

more on his terrible posture; when he sits he literally looks like this: ) )

When he first started working for slenderman, he REFUSED to live in the manor and lived outside. While he lived outside he became friends with a lot of the wildlife, slender eventually made him move into the manor because there was a rumor that toby was going to make a "possum army" and try to overthrow slender

He will fight anyone and anything he really doesn't care about his, or their well-being.

Had a "weeb" phase when he was in middle school and he still has nightmares about "naruto running" away from his bullies.

Hoodie:

He can make a killer sandwich (lol) he's not the best at cooking other things, but if you get him to make you a sandwich, he'll bless your taste buds.

He loves karaoke, he can't sing for shit but he still does it anyway

He acts like a millennial (I'm sorry) not to the point where it's completely unbearable, but he will send people "relatable memes" every now and then

He enjoys online arguments, he'll never participate but he will scroll through different threads of people arguing for hours on end

He likes for people to say stuff like "GO WHITE BOY GO" to him

He blushes when he lies, he's a scarily good liar but if you ever want to catch him in a lie, point out the fact that his cheeks are red.

Whenever he has a drink with a straw, he holds the straw in-between his tooth gap.

he sends streaks.

Masky:

He has a NASTYYY side eye, and sometimes he'll scrunch up his nose while side eyeing someone just to make it sting even more

Contemplated getting a mullet once, he never went through with it though.

He coughs like someone's grandfather who smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for 40 years

If someone says a word that reminds him lf a song he likes, it'll automatically get stuck in his head and he'll hum it all day after that.

he isn't weak when it comes to stinky smells, but if it's stinky enough to make him gag he's extremely overdramatic.

he learned how to sew because of how much he ripped his jeans, shirts, etc.

Sleeps so hard sometimes people think he's dead, he'll just be laying there looking casket ready but everyone is too scared to check on him cause he gets super grumpy when woken up.

he always keeps a little money hidden somewhere, even if it's just a 5 dollar bill.

he's superstitious, if he sees you attempt to walk under a ladder he will physically drag you back and make you walk around it.

he has a pair of brass knuckles which he only saves for "special occasions" they're his favorite things ever, he even named them.

he only uses his phone to call, text, or search something up, and that's it.

he doesn't even have YouTube installed.

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I will be reading over this to check for any errors, ty for reading - M

#creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer #ticci toby #marble hornets #brian thomas #hoodie headcanons #jeff the killer headcanons #ticci toby headcanons #masky headcanons #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #tim wright

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Can you do Jeff, Ben, Liu, Masky, EJ, and Toby with a child experimented reader? Like they have scars and there wrists are swollen from being restrained, and everything? 

𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗/𝕝𝕙

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖!! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

Jeff the Killer

He's a total insensitive asshole at first

"God damn kid, the fuck happened to your wrists? You cut yourself or somethin'?"

When you start sniffling and crying he knows he's fucked up

"Oh shit, wait hey I-I didn't mean it!"

One 3 hour long lecture from Slender and EJ later about how you do not in fact, cut yourself, you were held as an experiment for your entire life, he feels like he's come out a changed man

He is too much of an asshole to apologize, but he will try to make it better by initiating small talk

"You know, I was kind of an experiment too in a way"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean you know, I definetly didn't have it as bad as you but when I was growing up, my parents would force me to do things just to see how i'd react. And you know, how I look now is kind of a result of that"

You definetly don't like him after that, but you feel a little better

Jeff is an acquired taste for most people

No one just likes Jeff when they meet him LMAO

But as he continues to try and relate to you, you can commend him for trying

You still don't like him that much, but he's alright

Ben Drowned

He doesn't even mention it

He notices your scars and stuff, yeah, but he doesn't bring it up

1, he doesn't care enough to ask

2, he doesn't wanna make you upset

But sometimes, it's the guy that's too busy playing video games to actually listen to what you're saying that people trauma dump on

Which he doesn't mind

He's not a gossiper, and he forgets everything so chances are, if you tell Ben something, he's taking it to the grave

Er...second grave???

So as you sit there, telling him all you endured, he just sits there quietly

Maybe occasionally popping in with a "Damn that's crazy"

He probably isn't listening im sorry

Or maybe he is idk

The only way to really tell if he was is if months later, you mention something offhand and he's like

"Oh yeah I remember that. That's when a little bit of your skull was removed, right?"

And you'll just look at him like 'you were actually listening????'

Homicidal Liu

Liu, like Ben, notices but doesn't say anything

He and Jeff had a similar childhood, but even if he didn't, he still wouldn't risk bringing up trauma

But sometimes he gets a little concerned

Like if your wrists look a little more swollen than usual, then he will ask if he can see them

And he'll carefully look them over before getting an ointment that's supposed to help with swelling and rubbing it on them

He also has a lot of scars, so he gets the insecurity that comes with them

If he notices you covering up your arms or neck or wherever, he will offer one of his cardigans or scarves

And he will help adjust it so that it fits on you just right

Once it's on he will tell you how amazing you look

And if you really wanted, he'd let you keep the stuff he gives you

Or he'd go out shopping with you for something that better suits your style

Whichever you want, really

Eyeless Jack

He's probably one of the first people you meet when you get to the manor

And probably the one you see the most often

He is tasked with giving you your daily medicines, checkups, etc

He understands that a hospital room probably will bring up some trauma for you, so if you want to do your checkups in your room or somewhere else in the manor, he'd allow it

Really all he does is put lotion on your bruises, anti-itching ointment on where you were bound, cleaning and bandaging wounds, cleaning your scars, and giving you any medicine you might need

After that, he reminds you to be careful around your bandaged areas, and to try not to itch where he put the ointment, and then you're good to go

If you want, he'll give you a candy of your choice and a sticker

You do have a designated therapist, like all other members of the manor, but if you wanted to open up to him too he'd be ok with that

You opening up about your experiences also helps him give you the right medical treatment

And he assures you, that he and every other medical professional in the manor will never treat you how you were treated then

Of course, he understands that overcoming trauma is a process, and especially with medical professionals in your situation

But he will continue to accommodate whatever you need in the meantime to make you feel more comfortable

Toby

Toby from the beginning makes it clear that you can talk to him anytime you need

He loves helping people feel better, and would love to help you feel better

So if you do decide to open up to him, he will show you his own wounds and scars to make you feel better about them

He also helps you see that taking your medicine is cool and radical

(Take your meds kids, they're there to help you)

He will accompany you to the medical wing when you are finally able to go into hospital rooms

He wants you to feel safe, and if you need a break, he will be there to comfort you

He will also let you come with him when he needs to go to the medical wing, just to show you that everyone needs medical help sometimes, and that it's not scary here

He will let you touch his bandages so that you can see it's completly normal and helps your body get better

He's definetly the best to have around for medical reasons

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #ticci toby #jeff the killer #ticci toby x reader #jeffery woods #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby x you #ticcy toby #jeff the killer creepypasta #jeff the killer headcanons #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #homicidal liu x reader #liu woods x reader #homocidal liu #ben drowned x y/n #ben drowned x you #ben drowned headcanons #ben drowned creepypasta #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned

[ludicdoll]

𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 — farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

warnings: farleigh’s a dom in this, missionary, legs on shoulders, teasing, cunnilingus, just NASTYYYY behavior, cussing

synopsis: you have an unexpected drunken party hookup with farleigh.

a/n: i need this man biblically yall

“well, you’re just a pussy then,” farleigh states loudly as his body falls limp onto the patterned couch. he draws away from his cig, blowing out the rest of the smoke. you could hear a group of college girls laughing at you. feeling embarrassed, you roll your eyes trying to hide the fact that you were uncomfortable, you lift up your champagne glass to your mouth, taking a long gulp. the whole estate was filled with music, strobe lights, casual fucking everywhere and littered with alcoholic beverages on every inch of the castle. it was probably 12am, but you didn’t bother checking. you were only invited to this party by luck, people didn’t know you well at oxford. hell, you could say they didn’t even know you at all.

but, you just so happened to be sitting next to the notorious farleigh start during a lecture and caught his eye. he said he liked your vibe, now you’re sitting on the floor of a private manor trying to drink away the fact that you’re a nobody. farleigh notices your change in demeanor, he shifts in his seat. he leans closer to the point where you can smell the liquor and menthol on his breath. “what’s up with you?” he whispers, you blink hard, trying to think of something to say. “i don’t know,” you reply back. your thoughts are being scrammed up together and all you feel is the weight of your body. farleigh furrows his brows, touching at your shoulder. although he could be a major ass sometimes, he still made sure you felt comfortable where you were. he knew you felt different in a setting like this.

you look up at him, a distraught expression on your face. you try to speak, but before you could open your mouth — you feel yourself gag. farleigh backs up a little bit, but his hand still continues rubbing circles on your shoulder. “shit,” you say. farleigh laughs, knowing that you’re a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. you retch again, covering your mouth with a hand. farleigh’s eyes widen, putting out his cigarette, then quickly grabbing your arm and leading you towards one of the many other hundred bathrooms in the mansion. you quickly fall to the toilet, gagging into the bowl. “you weren’t kidding when you said you’re a lightweight, fuck.” even in this moment, he was joking around with you. “farleigh please, no banter right now. i feel like im gonna throw up all of my fucking organs.” you put your palm up at him.

he raises his arms up in defense before kneeling down to you. he grabs your hair, moving it out of the way from the toilet. his slender fingers on the back of your neck makes you shiver a little, but you tried to hide it. after a few minutes, nothing comes up. you sigh in relief, leaning back against the wooden panel wall. you close your eyes, slowly falling into a dream. farleigh shakes you, a smirk on his face. “you should probably get some rest.” he says. you frown, “the parties not even over yet.” you slur out. he rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he comes to pick you up. he opens the bathroom door, leading you back out and into his bedroom. he closes the door behind him, locking it. you instantly slam onto the covers of his bed, feeling the softness of the sheets. your nausea went away, but the tired feeling didn’t. farleigh pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “maybe i shouldn’t have let you drink.” he scolds himself under his breathe.

“farleighhh…” you mutter out. he turns back to you, watching as you try to sit up. your head hits the bed board, making a loud thunk sound. “shit!” you yell out in pain. farleigh desperately tries to cover his laugh, but he fails miserably. he walks over to the edge of the bed to comfort you. he lifts up your hair away from your face, running his thumb over the slight bruise on your forehead. “you’re a fucking idiot, you know that right?” he jokes, you frown, whining at the pain in your head. the faint moonlight outside his window illuminated his face, casting a shadow over his features. the room was dimly lit from outside, the atmosphere was still. farleigh leaned closer to you, examining the bruise. you look up at him sheepishly, feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach. his jaw tightens as you fidget around in his bed.

you whimper a little bit, clenching your fist into the blanket. farleigh looks down at you, a confused look on his face. “everything cool?” he asks. you can’t make out an answer because you feel so out of it. he eyes you, taking in your figure. you hum out something before smashing your lips onto his. you whine into the kiss, his tongue instantly exploring your mouth. almost like a switch, he crawls on top of you, his large hands falling down your body. you moan as his fingers trail up under your dress. “you know what you were doing wearing this tonight, huh?” he mumbles. he was right. you knew exactly what you were doing. he rides up your tight dress above your tits. it was obvious farleigh was a very attractive guy. everyone fell to him and felix’s feet, but you didn’t find that attraction to felix as much as you did with farleigh.

every time farleigh walked into a room you can feel your face heating up. the way he presents himself was just so enticing and different. farleigh drags his hand down to your underwear, swiftly pulling it off. you hear him unbuckling his belt, the sound of fabric falling. you continue kissing him, not wanting him to stop. you feel his hard erection on your stomach, his hands edging the entrance of your pussy with his thick tip. farleigh pulls away from the kiss, causing you to whine at the absence of his lips on yours. “farleigh,” you whimper. “i’m right here, princess.” he reassures. your pussy throbs, the feeling of his fingers curling inside of you forces you to moan loudly. you melt into his touch as he kisses your neck down to your breasts. his fingers slide in and out of you, gentle — but rough motions.

your slick wets his fingers, a smug look on his face can tell you that he’s satisfied. “i’ve wanted this since forever,” you mutter through your moans. farleigh’s grin grow wider, “oh yeah?” he replies. his fingers slide out of your cunt and up to your clit. “how bad have you been wanting this?” he whispers in your ear. his voice made you wetter, your toes curled as your face flushed up. “really bad..” you reply back. you shake under his touch, his fingers playing around with the pearl of your pussy, his stare burns through you. you call out his name, grabbing at his wrist. he smiles in amusement before shoving his fingers into your mouth. he watches as you lick his fingers off, his gaze never leaving your sight.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, leaning back in for a deep kiss. he gets up, pulling your figure to the edge of the bed. farleigh lifts up your legs to your chest, spreading your pussy out. he groans, his dick edging the rim of your cunt. “so fucking pretty,” he mutters under his breath. he slowly stretches you out with his thick cock, hiking your legs up his shoulders. your moans synchronizing together, he starts kissing at your thighs, leaving wet marks down them. "you don't know what you do to me." he sighs out as he slowly moves inside of you. you look up at him, lips parting.

the ache in your stomach deepens as he pushes himself deeper into your tight cunt. he thrusts his hips into you, luring out a cry from your mouth. his hands smooths down the plush skin of your thighs. the warm sensation between your legs was too much, you tried to move, but you couldn't. "where do you think you're running off to?" he teased. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pounds into you over and over mercilessly. you bite down on your lip, not believing this was happening. if you weren't sober before, you were definitely sober now. the slight curve of his dick drew a loud sigh from you. you could feel every vein, all of him inside of you. your hands palm up his chest — panting as his deep thrusts reaches your core. he groans as he rips into you. you feel the tension in your stomach tightening more and more. farleigh’s voice ringed through you’re ear and he moaned loudly. he wasn’t afraid to be loud, but you were shy.

you were so close, and he knew it. “shit, farleigh.. farleighimcoming.” you’re words slurred together as you felt that blooming sensation between your legs. you shut your eyes, ready for that release. farleigh looks down at you as you reach up to your climax — but before it could wash over, he quickly pulled out. your eyes widen, an irritated look on your face. “what?” you stutter out. you prop yourself up on the back of your arms, furrowing your brows. “why’d you stop?” you ask. farleigh ignores your questions as he grabs your legs and throws them over on the bed. he crawls on top of you, spreading your legs open. you blink at him, closing them back up. “no.” you say sternly. farleigh looks confused. “what?” he asks. “you teased me.” you reply back. “that’s not fair.”

he laughs at your pitiful protests. “i can’t make you cum like that.” he growls. “and why not?” you cross your arms. “i have a much better way of pleasuring you.” you turn your head back to him, the glint from the dimly lit room in his eyes. “nope.” he rolls his eyes at your endless whining. “you won’t regret it. c’mon princess, don’t be like that.” his hands trail up to your thighs, rubbing them with his thumb. there’s a moment of silence in the room, mostly you contemplating what to choose. he kisses up your legs, looking at you through his lashes. you sigh, easing up to his convincing. slowly, you open your legs back up, allowing him to get closer. the shit faced grin on his mouth widens as he disappears between your legs. you felt him kissing your pussy, his large hand touching over your stomach. his fingers feel like needles, feathering against your belly. his hand slowly travels up to your breasts — his fingers running over your hard nipples, shivering at his cold touch. farleigh spreads the folds of your pussy open.

his long tongue swirls around your clit, and then back down to your cunt. he licks at you, his tongue deep inside. you feel him salivating, drooling all over your pussy. while his tongue laps over at your dripping cunt, he slips a finger inside, sliding it in and out. you whimper into the pillow, your hand reaches over to his hair. you run your fingers through his dark curls, arching your back as he continues working between your thighs. “oh, fuck.” you moan out as he savored your taste. he wasn’t going to let any second of this go to waste. he made sure he was pleasuring you.

you hear him humming in satisfaction. he lets his tongue slowly graze over your cunt, feeling you tremble above him. you watch as his half lidded stare bores into your eyes. you roll your head back, your body feeling limp. farleigh flicks his tongue against your pussy, his eyes never leaving your sight. he wanted to see how you would look reaching your climax, how you looked because of him. he wanted to see that lewd expression, listening to your moans was already music to his ears. you cry out in pleasure as you feel yourself building back up to that release. your hand tightens around his hair, farleigh’s long strokes on your cunt causes your hips to jolt, your legs falling over. farleigh quickly helped prop up your legs with his large palms.

his nails dug into your soft flesh, leaving imprints in your skin. “mm,” he hums. you cover your mouth with a hand, trying to muffle the pathetic sounds of you moaning and begging. in an instant, you cum all over his face, gasping loudly as you made a mess all over the place. you feel farleigh pulling away, his fingers coming up to massage your clit, making you quiver even harder. “farleigh, please.” you wail. he comes back up, his mouth and chin coated with your slick and his saliva dripping down his chin.

once again, the shit faced grin he had on already told you enough. the room is filled with the sound of loud breathing and soft music blasting from outside. “told you.” he says. you roll your eyes as you cover yourself back up with the blanket. farleigh licks his lips, wiping the rest off his chin. he joins you under the covers, lovingly kissing you. when he pulls away, there’s a look of adoration in his eyes. “that wasn’t so bad, huh?” he asked. you shake your head. “it was incredible.” you whisper cowardly. “it was what?” he rasped, “i said it was incredible.” you mutter again. “i’m sorry, can you repeat that?” he jokes. his ego gets to him pretty fast.

you groan, resting your arm over your eyes. you feel the bed shifting as he gets closer to your side. he pulls you into his embrace, kissing up on your neck. slowly, you felt yourself drift into a deep sleep — but you hear farleigh’s faint voice whispering “goodnight, lovey.” before you doze off.

for my pookster @uch3na

© do not publish my writings on other sites.

#farleigh start #farleigh start x reader #farleigh #saltburn x reader #archie madekwe #archie madekwe x reader #saltburn #farleigh catton #farleigh catton x reader

[rockstvrdotcom]

Could I request some Yandere Jeff the killer nsfw headcanons? As long as ur comfortable with it of course 🫶

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬! 𝑱𝑬𝑭𝑭 𝑺𝑭𝑾 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾𝑺 𝑯𝑪𝑺!

❀

please don't continue if ur uncomfy with any of the following! requests are open

TW/CW: female reader, non-con, stalking, panty stealing, yandere! jeff, voyeurism, knifeplay, stockholm syndrome, mutual masturbation (except you dont know jeff is there LMAO), jeff fucks you infront of this guy who whistled at you while hes bleeding to death

cute lil backstory to begin! 😍

- he became absolutely infatuated with you when he saw you taking a walk in the woods.

- his mission was to capture you, not sit on the branch of the highest tree in the forest and watch you walk. admiring the way your hips swayed with each step you took.

- you didn't know he was watching you. of course you didn't know he was watching you.

- he took notice that you took a walk in the woods everyday, ignoring slenders demands that he complete his missions. eventually, he followed you home.

SFW (kinda? idk)

- YANDERE JEFF! is extremely possesive, literally goes crazy over every man you flirt with. will most likely threaten or kill them.

- YANDERE JEFF! steals alot of your things when your out of the house. towels,, clothes, panties (especially), pillow cases, etc.

- once he brung you back to the mansion, you stayed chained to his bed. although he was supposed to bring you to slender, slender let him toy around with you. jeff tried to show his affection for you, but was ultimately met with the cold shoulder. rightfully so, since he literally kidnapped you.

- eventually, you began to grow dependent on him. he was the only one who 'protected' you from the other residents of the manor. he expected your love and affection in return for protection. eventually, you fell in "love" with him. he had finally gotten through to you, and he was overjoyed when you admitted it, promising to keep you safe and fuck up anyone who gets in the way of you and him.

NSFW BELOW

- YANDERE JEFF! loves to watch you sleep, especially when your just in a loose shirt and some panties. some nights he'll even sneak in, fondling with your boobs, thighs and ass while your asleep. he can't wait to do exactly that while you're awake.

- YANDERE JEFF! definitely steals your panties, washed or unwashed. you spend hours looking for your favorite pair while jeff is back at the mansion jerking off with them wrapped around his dick, imagining its your tight pussy.

- YANDERE JEFF! jerks off while watching you shower. he thinks its really your fault for not closing the blinds of a window that literally points directly to the shower. and your shower has clear glass doors.

- YANDERE JEFF! always carries his favorite pair of panties he stole from you, and when hes watching you through your window, your hands in your silky underwear, back arched and moaning— he slides your stolen panties on and off of his cock. he matches the pace at which your fingers are going in and out of your aching cunt.

- YANDERE JEFF! plans the day that hes going to capture you and make you his, breaking in while your playing with yourself. leaving bite marks all over your skin and toying with your swollen clit; his hand clamped roughly over your mouth.

he nibbles on the lobe of your ear, his fingers dancing around your clothed pearl. you wanted to scream, to call for help, but his knife was against your throat. tears flowed out of your eyes as you felt a growing bulge beneath you.

"quiet down, baby. i don't want to have to fuck up your pretty little face."

- when he took you to the mansion and held you captive in his room, he would often take his stress out on you through sex. rough sex. each time, he left your body bruised and battered. you were unable to walk for the days— not like you could walk since you were chained up anyway. but he made sure to take extra care of you during those days, making you truly believe he felt guilty.

- during sex, he loves to put his knife up to your throat; sometimes even nicking you. once you finally began to get used to him, you couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed it.

- loves to make you choke and gag on his cock as a punishment. tried to escape? head. misbehave? your lips are already wrapped around his dick.

- loves to mark you all over. and once he finally trusts you enough to bring you outside, like to the grocery store, he makes you wear revealing tops and holds your hand, marks all over your body— everybody can see that you belong to him.

- one time this guy whistled at you while you guys were outside. so jeff being jeff, he knocked him out. when the guy woke up, jeff was already marking up his body with his knife; then jeff fucked you infront him as he bled to death. he wasn't lying when he said he'd fuck up anyone who tried to get in the way of you and him.

jeff pounded into you, pulling your hair as he fucked you senseless. you moaned shamelessly infront of the man that whistled at you, a knife in his gut. jeff cackled inbetween grunts, "she's so hot right? i bet you wish you were inside of her right now.. too bad you're about to die."

sorry i hope this was good! lowkey struggled to write this coz ive never written hcs before 😭🙏 also sorry it was so late LMAO. tips/suggestions are appreciated!

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #x reader #female reader #smut #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jtk #jtk creepypasta #yandere #hcs #yandere jtk #yandere hcs

[sovereignjojoz]

Matrimony

Pairing: Illumi Zoldyck x reader

Summary: you miss your husband and find out he’s been thinking of a solution to remedy that.

Warnings: suggestive, minor angst?

Notes - sugar plum pookie bookie babe illumi😘

To live together in matrimony.

That is what was promised.

Matrimony itself was a subjective matter depending on the individual. The typical concept involved two spouses living with one another, engaging in domestic affairs, all normal commodities.

Yet the Zoldyck’s were never a family who valued normality.

Even now, you could hear the hollow creak of the renovated floorboards as the breeze beneath the cracks yearned to break free of the atmosphere of listlessness.

A gentle knock sounded at the door, ever so slight, you wouldn’t had noticed it had you not been brooding. Your feet ran across the cold floor as your night dress skimmed across your legs.

Immediately your hand dashed out towards the silver door handle, a sense of hope ignited in your chest.

You opened the door a centimetre as a dimly lit candle light illuminated the surrounding darkness. “Hello?”

“Good evening missus Zoldyck,” disappointment welled in your chest, of course you had been foolish in believing it might have actually been him. “I have brought the water you requested.”

“Thank you.” You drank a copious amount of the cool liquid, setting the glass back on the polished tray.

She placed the tray down just outside of the room, briefly stepping out of the room to retrieve something. “From Master Zoldyck.” A bouquet of white orchids was placed delicately into your hands. You brought it to your face and inhaled deeply, a soft smile plastering itself on your face. He never sent a card or anything of the sort, however you didn’t mind, you thought it was very illumi.

She pivoted on her heels, pausing at the door, “would you like anything else?”

“No thank you.”

She nodded and lightly closed the door. A sigh slipped past your soft lips as you crawled back onto the king sized bed, letting the splendid silky covers caress your body.

It almost felt like a hug although it lacked any of the warmth of being embraced, just a lingering sense of frigidity. For a moment, you thought of your husband and his embrace too. It was slightly frigid and he was usually cold too, however it was a sensation you could never truly forget. His return the manor was a mystery to you, you often wondered when he’d come back to you. The manor way by no means empty, far from it with all of the household staff and residents; in fact you frequently found yourself playing with his younger siblings of conversing with his father and grandfather.

But there was no company quite like your husband’s. Although his presence was quiet (and somewhat menacing) he treated you well and indulged your every need. You couldn’t deny that you missed h dearly, you were told prior to marrying Illumi of what being married to a Zoldyck entailed but that didn’t mean you couldn’t detest the lack of communication or the time that you barely had together.

But matrimony is subjective and this is how the Zoldyck’s perceive it.

You shifted in bed, turning to face the door as the handle rattled, thinking nothing of it.

Till you saw a slender silhouette silently step into the room. Reflexively, you sprung up and crossed the room, pouncing like a cat on the lithe silhouette sending you toppling downwards.

Your fall was softened by illumi who steadied the both of you by placing his hands on your hips.

“You’re back.” You cupped his face in disbelief, feeling his defined features just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“Mhm.”

“I-“ you could hardly formulate nor properly covey how you felt, all this pent up longing which flowed within your veins burst out as you hugged him tighter. Then you kissed him abundantly: once on his forehead, twice on his cheek and thrice on his lips (or perhaps a little more than thrice).’

“I gather that-” you pecked his lips interrupting him, “you missed me.”

“Dearly.” You admitted. “It’s not the same without you.”

He hummed, letting unspoken words transpire between you.

His nimble fingers played with the sheer fluffy ends of your night gown, “I don’t like it when you leave.”

The slightest curve of his lips could be seen as you puffed out your cheeks, a pout present on your face.

“You know I cannot do anything about that, this is what marrying a Zoldyck entails.”

You caressed just silky smooth hair between your fingers, “I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it…” you grumbled, “I haven’t seen you for two months.”

“Yes. It seems like it’s been a while.”

You squished his cheeks together and mockingly glared at him, hoping your falsified anger would bring out some kind of a reaction; knowing he was teasing you. “That’s an understatement., Lumi”

He surprises you by abruptly standing up, lifting you into his arms and holding you close.

“Illu-?”

“-then we shall have to find a solution for that.” He told you, throwing you onto the bed as he shed his garments then moved till he was hovering above you.

You give him your full attention as curiosity overcomes you. “What are you suggesting.”

Obsidian eyes roam over every crevice of your face as he stared at you with unprecedented earnestness.

He picked your hand up gingerly.

“Perhaps it is time we have an offspring.” He went silent, partially to see your reaction however he was also thinking upon what a baby comprised of both your features would look like. He had found himself thinking about this topic quite often these days, about a baby girl with your beautiful eyes and his luscious hair. That would be nice wouldn’t it?

“Mmm.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Shall I make you a mother then? That way you won’t always be by your lonesome, what do you say?”

#illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi x y/n #hxh x reader #illumi fluff #I feel like he’d want a lot of kids tho #like 5 not just 1 #only one for now because he still wants his s/o’s attention lol #he can have it all (real)

[bohbee]

Genshin × Pregnant Reader

Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Still GN!

Characters: Ayato, Thoma, Itto, Gorou

Warnings: Blood, Pregnancy, Screaming, Death mention, Water breaking, tears.

Notes: please read!!!

For Gorous you will be having a bit of a rough pregnancy due to his nature, not that rough it's just a warning.

With ittos you're gonna be screwed.

This is not proof read.

Masterlist

Ayato

Despite the popular belief going around time, you weren't pregnant to make an heir. Yes, it did make an heir, but that wasn't the reason the two of you decided to have a family.

You walked in the courtyard of the Kamisato Manor, the aura around you slightly irritated. However, that aura dropped once your eyes laid on the blonde male walking towards you. "Why hello Thoma." You said. He gave a cheeky smile, his green eyes sparkled as he peered at your abdomen, "I see she's growing." He handed you an envelope, your name written with your husband's beautiful handwriting. "You're really said on them being a girl, huh?" You said smiling, and your thumb opened the wax softly.

"You can touch if you'd like." You pulled out the paper that lay in the envelope, Thomas hands softly grasped your stomach, as you read the note.

'My beloved (y/n),

It would be my utmost honor to invite you to dinner, meet me on the beach at 6 pm. Wear something comfortable my love.

Your one and only, Ayato.'

You smiled softly and looked at Thoma, "You knew about this?" You said playfully causing him to look away to the side "maybe."

You wobbled out onto the sand, your bodyguards staying back once you met the petals on the beach. Ayato stood at the end of the petal filled walkway, the warm golden light of the sun shining on his body, a heavy smile on his face as his hands held your a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Ayatooo." You mumbled and hugged him, "what's all of this?" He moved his body, showing the blanket and food that were lying on it. "A date for the love of my life."

You shook your head and sat on the blanket, groaning a little as the baby kicked you. "She's not happy about the date, it seems." He smiled softly, his slender fingers placing themselves on your abdomen. "What's with you guys and assuming it's a girl?" You smiled softly, heavily confused. "Hm? Oh... Do you think it's a boy?" He said with an amused tone. "I have not a clue!" You giggled out and grabbed some fruits.

"Well, I have a sneaking suspicion that it may be a girl, no matter the case I will love them unconditionally." He smiled with deep admiration at your abdomen. He picked up the fruit in your hand as he shook his head. "Hey!" You grumbled, however, stopped once he plopped one into your mouth.

The two of you spent the night watching the sunset, eating food, and planning for the future.

~Three months later~

You were seen yet again walking in the courtyard. This time, you asked to be left alone, letting the small breeze that hit your body distract you from your contractions. Humming slightly, you took a step only for a jolt to stab your abdomen. It wasn't painful until the contractions hit hard. Your body tumbled to the floor, your back hitting the ground as you yelled out. Thoma and the bodyguards immediately ran towards your body. Ayatos ears heard the yelp, his eyes stared wide into his sisters, and immediately slid open the door and ran towards you. Ayaka, slowly following behind, his body met yours on the ground. "Get the room ready!" He shouted and grabbed your body, his strong arms lifting you up and softly trudging to the room.

He walked into the nursery and laid you on the futon as the nurses rushed in, Ayaka and Thoma sat outside anticipation flowing through their blood.

Despite the original pain of the contractions, the birth of your child wasn't as bad as you had thought. You let out a huff at the final push, Ayato softly massaging your hand. "You did so good, my love.... you hear that? That's our baby." He said softly the cries played throughout the closed space, his lips kissing your face lovingly as the nurses cleaned your baby off. "Our family." You said, exasperated, a small smile painted your face as the nurse brought your child over. You held them tightly, and Ayatos' eyes widened with love. "I guess you were right." A breathy laugh played through your lips. "Our beautiful girl." He mumbled softly, rubbing his hand on your daughters head.

Ayato was a mature parent. He couldn't be there at all times. However, he loved his daughter more than the world. And that was well known. He would bring her to his workspace, holding her small body as his eyes laid attentively at the paperwork. You walked into his office, smiling at the sight in front of you, "Ayato." His eyes flickered towards your hands that held a paper. He softly placed your one year old down in the crib and walked over to you. "You're?" He asked softly. "You nodded. "I think this one will be a boy!" You said as you held your stomach "No definitely not, I'm thinking a girl." The two of you smiled heavily, "Whatever the case, our girl is a big sister!"

(Bonus: Three years went by. You sat on a bench in the courtyard watching your four year old chase down Thoma. Giggles could be heard throughout the manor. Ayaka laughed, watching carefully as her best friend got beat up by her niece. Your eyes fluttered to your husband, who held your two year old daughter asleep in his arms. He sat down beside you and whispered, "How are they doing?" You smiled as his free hand placed on your swollen stomach, "Both of them keep fighting.")

Gorou

His light brown ears shot up as his eyes spotted your body on one of the shells at Watatsumi Island. The breeze from the waterfall blew your hair slightly. He smiled at the sight, his beautiful spouse rubbing the baby bump as bubbles sparkled around them. However, it all quickly stopped when you groaned in pain, grabbing your stomach.

He rushed over to you, his hand grabbed yours as he sat you down on a nearby bench. His ears drooped slightly as you let out another groan, his calloused hands grabbed yours as his thumbs rubbed across your knuckles. Being pregnant with a yokai was definitely a bit difficult, your pain was more than the average pregnant person.

"What's going on dear?" He asked softly, concern lacing his voice, "it seems as if our babies don't like sea shells." You joked around, and your eyes stared into his. "Or the three of them are fighting, could be either one."

He smiled softly at your answers, "Behave you three." He said with a deep chuckle, "Let's go home." You said as you slowly stood up. You grabbed his hand as you wobbled to the door of your house that Kokomi had given you as a baby shower present.

You sat on the couch, your beautiful husband beside you. He was a busy person, but the war subsided which meant that he could spend as much time with you as he wanted. It was the main reason you got pregnant.

~two weeks later~

You started having pretty bad contractions two days ago, so a simple task would take quite a while. Right now, you were in the kitchen attempting to make food while Gorou finished setting up the babies room. You held the counter sharply, breathing through an awful contraction. Suddenly, something started trickling down your leg, 'fuck' you muttered as you started hobbling towards your husband. "H-hey" you said through your gritted teeth, his ears twitched and he looked down at your legs "My water broke." You said calmly, however your husband started to freak out.

He was going at 1,000 miles a minute. He grabbed your baby bag and ran out, almost forgetting you.

Your heavy groans could be heard throughout Watatsumi Island, everyone, and that means EVERYONE. Waited in anticipation for the kids to arrive. Gorou stood beside you, his tail tucked between his legs at the pain that 'he' caused you. Two babies had already been pushed out, and you took a heavy, deep breath, closing your eyes. "Breathe my flower, I'm here, you got this." Your husband whispered sweet nothings to you as you ripped your body in and out while pushing. Finally, the nurse pulled the baby out, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. Loud cries flew throughout the room, Gorou placed his forehead on yours as tears streamed from his eyes. "I love you so much!"

Gorou was such a sweet father, always being patient with his kids. He would tell them his stories of war with admiration. He would also tell them about how awesome you were. All of Watatsumi Island showered the babies with gifts, always celebrating the young warriors. Currently, the five of you sat on the same sea shell you stood on while pregnant with them. Your middle child sat on your lap as the oldest and youngest sat on Gorous. The loud waterfall set them to sleep, and both you and Gorou laughed.

(Bonus: Kokomi would often join your family for dinner, always creating little water fish to distract your kids. She was very close with your middle child, always shaking them softly. She was a proud aunt, whatever you needed she would give without a second of hesitation.)

Itto

Having a kid with the infamous Oni was torture. You looked like you were pregnant with four babies, but no only one overly large baby took up your belly. Itto was so happy when you told him the news. He practically told everyone he saw.

Currently, you were in Liyue, Shinobu had stated that the Healthcare is better here than in Inazuma, so Itto wasted no time to rush you to the Land of Geo.

The door to your home slammed open, and a bruised Itto was shoved through the door by the green-haired deputy leader. She huffed out as she dropped your husband on the couch. "Go ahead and take a nap. I got this, Kuki." You said she sighed and thanked you before walking upstairs to her room.

Itto grabbed your body and kissed your belly hundreds of times. "How is my son doing!" He said with a large smile, painting his face. "Your son is pissed because your partner is pissed. Why are you bruised?!" You semi yelled, the oni sweat dropped. He went to explain, but your loud groan in pain stopped his motions. He quickly got up and moved your body to where you sat, his hands hovered over you confused on what he should do.

"Itto your baby hurts." you mumbled out, a few tears leaving your eyes. His eyes saddened, his face looking like a kicked dog. "But it'll be worth it (y/n)! Just another month!" He tried to cheer you up but failed, more frustrated tears drowning your face. "Hug them dammnit!" The voice from upstairs yelled. Itto wasted no time. He sat beside you and pulled you into his grasp, telling you stories on the stuff you guys would do.

"No, we are not tossing him in confetti Itto," you giggled softly at your husband, tossing his hands up in protest. "You know it's an amazing idea, bug." You shook your head at his poor persuasion.

~one in a half months later~

"ITTTOOO" A blood curdling scream shot through the house, causing Kuki and Itto to run over, practically tripping over themselves. Itto grabbed your body and lifted you up as Kuki grabbed the bags you needed. Both of them quickly ran out of the house.

You held onto your husband's jacket in pain, low screams leaving your mouth, causing the citizen of Liyue to look at you with concern. Tears spilled from your eyes as your grip got tighter, "C'mon babe, you got this, you gotta make it. Stay awake for me." Itto said, his tone filled with fear. Finally, the three of you made it to Bubu Pharmacy, shocking the green haired doctor. "I do not have the best experience with this." He mumbled, causing your eyes to widen. He sedmed and noticed your frightened expression. "No worries, though! You're in the best hands in Liyue."

Baizhu fed you a natural pain killer. It took away some of the pain. However, it was still present. An overly anxious Itto sat outside with Qiqi as Kuki assisted the doctor. He was set on not traumatizing the child, so he asked your dear friend for assistance.

More screams played throughout the night as the overly large baby was pushed out. Finally, your screams stopped, and cries replaced them. Your vision was hazy, ringing playing in your ears. Faint voices all around. The door could be heard slam open, your burly husband rushing in.

"Qiqi, grab the baby, would you..."

"We are losing them...."

"C'mon babe! Don't leave me please.... please"

You opened your eyes slowly, the bright light of the sun shining in your eyes. You looked around, and Baizhu turned his attention to you. "Very well, are you feeling alright? I had to use quite a potent medicine on you." You nodded, slowly allowing your surroundings to settle. "Well then, I will leave you be." He grabbed his purple assistant and left the room.

You looked at the corner only to find a sleeping Shinobu holding your baby. She was the best older sister anyone could've asked for.

A loud grumble caught your attention. You turned to look beside you only to see your sleeping husband, with puffy eyes. "Itto?" You mumbled quietly, catching his attention. "(Y/N)!" He shouted quietly. You hushed him softly. "I'm here, you big baby." He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead many times. "Don't ever do that again. You almost made the great Itto cry!" You smirked at your lying husband. "Sure, as if he didn't already...... I'm sorry, love."

Itto was a very good father. However, he was a bit irresponsible. Your son would never have a dull day. Itto would make sure of that. Itto would constantly toss your son up in the air and catch him. Loud giggles could be heard from the overly large child. Currently, you sat on a ship heading back to Inazuma to visit Gorou and Kujou. Your baby already was running around the ship, both you and your husband chasing after him with loud giggles.

(Bonus: Kuki would always steal your baby from you. She was so proud of the two of you. Constantly blubbering your sons stomach. Her eyes would always hold such love and admiration, "whos happy to see sister Kuki, you areee!!")

Thoma

"You're actually pregnant?!" Your boyfriend said with wide eyes. You looked away from his green irises and nodded softly, fearing his reaction. His heart broke a little. "My love, look at me." He whispered softly, grabbing your chin. "We got this, okay?" He said quietly, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "I'll talk to Ayaka and Ayato, I'll have my schedule shortened, alright?" Tears drowned your face as you engulfed him in a tight hug, causing him to laugh a little.

A few weeks went by, and Thoma had set up a date for the two of you in Chinnju forest. The bioluminescent plants lit the area beautifully. You sat down on the bench and watched as the fireflies danced together beautifully, fully immersing you in their show. When you went to go turn towards your boyfriend he was down on one knee.

"(y/n), I know all of this is sudden and unplanned. But you are truly the love of my life, everything I could've dreamt for in a person. Finding out that you are pregnant with my child was the best news I have ever received."

His eyes started to tear up as he continued on.

"I only want this with you, will you do me the honors and marry me?"

He said. His breath stayed in his chest as he waited for your answer. You tackled him in a hug. "Of course! You don't even have to ask!"

~four months later~

Your bump was showing a little, not too much, though. The Kamisatos moved the two of you into their manor. You were hesitant at first, but they demanded, stating that you were their family.

Currently, you were dancing with Ayaka in the courtyard, soft giggles swimming through the air. Thoma walked over to the two dancing bodies and quickly swooped you off your feet, "Thoma!" You squeaked, causing a laugh to leave both your friends and now fiancés mouths. "Let's go. I have a surprise for you.

He places you back down on your feet and leads you to a room in the manor. You slid open the door only to find it decorated with beautiful designs. A crib laying in the middle of the room with little stuffed animals laying on the inside. You let out a shocked gasp as you walked even further into the room. Two chairs were in the corner, a shelf of clothes and diapers on the wall.

"Thoma," you said, exasperated. "You didn't have to do all of this." He let out a small sigh of relief. "Only the best for my baby!" He said with a large smile. You hugged him softly, your lips attacking his face. "Thank you so much!"

~nine months in~

You grasped the table softly, "mmmn," you groaned softly "Okay I gotta go to the nurse," you said, catching your Fiancés attention. "I think my water broke. He shot up from his chair and grabbed your hand softly, rushing you to the nursery.

It was painful, to say the least, but it was completely worth it. You laid on the bed, your baby on your chest, Thoma laying behind you. "We need to name them" you said causing his eyes to widen "I completely forgot."

Thoma was the sweetest father in the world, always smiling whenever he saw his cute little baby. Moving their little arms and dancing with them as he hummed a lullaby. Currently, you were walking down the aisle, your toddler tossing flowers on the floor. You smiled, looking at your soon to be husband who had tears flowing down his face.

(Bonus: Auntie Ayaka and Uncle Ayato would show up often, always showering your baby in new expensive gifts. It made you feel bad, but they always shot down your worries with a 'they're the cutest' or a 'I couldn't resist'. Ayaka would teach your kid how to dance in the courtyard, as you sat watching with your husband and Mr.Kamisato. "So when's the next baby coming around." The icy blue male joked around, causing the two of you to burn into a cherry "Only joking around you two only joking.")

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[flowerandblood]

Sweetly desire, bitterly deprive

Halloween Request Oneshots Series

[ Victorian Horror • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, partial rape, choking, violence, murder and suicide, obsession ]

[ description: Lost in his own emptiness and cold, Aemond lives with his family in their large estates, wandering their halls like a ghost, lost in his own madness. One day, his mother's friend arrived at their manor with her husband and daughter. He becomes obsessed with her, which leads to a series of unfortunate events. Obsessive, delving into madness, poetic, very dark! Aemond. ]

This oneshot is my idea and a reference to the wonderful work of Edgar Allan Poe, his Eleanor and Morella and is created with Halloween in mind, so unlike what I usually write, these fisc will be very dark and uncomfortable. Keep this in mind before you start reading.

*English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy!*

My others works: Masterlist

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It seemed to him that something in him had disappeared, collapsed when he lost his left eye, that he had partly ceased to be human and had become some kind of caricatured creature, menacing, tall as a tower, pale and cold as marble.

He had never lacked anything, his family was wealthy, owning many mansions all over the country, all identically decorated, sumptuously adorned with portraits of their ancestors looking at him melancholy and proudly out of the canvas, continually judging him.

He had the impression that at night their faces changed, his great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers seemed suddenly to be some kind of phantoms, their faces contorted, displeased at the sight of him, his existence.

He still felt watched, he felt overwhelmed, he felt that something hovered over him, but he could not name this premonition, this certainty.

He had tried to explain it to his mother once, but she had looked at him with such concerned, frightened eyes that he decided he would never mention it again.

He knew that his family considered him insane, a man out of his mind, irrational, aggressive in his words, with a gaze that cut like a sharp blade, making interlocutors turn their faces away from him, unable to bear it.

He saw her for the first time when she arrived at their residence with her parents, Mr and Mrs Orwell, at the invitation of his mother, who had been friends with Mrs Orwell as a child. He watched closely her small, slender figure standing in the corridor behind his parents, her gaze lowered downwards, thoughtful.

She shuddered as if she subconsciously sensed that she was being watched and glanced in his direction, her pupils dilated suddenly, as if from a dream world she had returned to earth with the cruel pull of some unknown force, as if his figure, his silhouette had crushed her.

They stared at each other for too long to be considered in accordance with good manners, only when her parents entered the living room where he sat did he rise from his chair, reminding himself of such a basic thing as breathing, and straightened up, folding his arms behind him, allowing himself to introduce the people who would be guests in their home from now on.

He knew that Miss Orwell could feel his burning gaze on her, fleeing from him to the far end of the room, looking at the books stacked on the shelves of the old oak bookcase. He watched from behind her beautiful neck, her hair pinned up in a bun and braids framing her head on either side. Her gown was sewn from a delicate, light-coloured fabric, its cut was simple, perfectly emphasising her figure, her almost bare shoulders.

Her neck and her shoulders drove him mad.

The perfect curve of the transition of one part of her body into the other, her shiny, soft skin, the softness of the shape that was forming.

Then he lifted his gaze higher and discovered her slightly rounded, short, proportionate nose, forming a perfect angle with her straight, smooth forehead, the totality of this view framed by her eyes like precious stones, bright, shining, surrounded by long lashes like veils, emphasising her depths, giving her an aura of mystery.

Finally, he struggled to dare to shift his attention to the most intimate exposed part of her body, her fleshy, full, pink lips, both pressed against each other, still remaining virtually imperceptibly parted, the point of their contact seeming incredibly soft and moist to him.

He saw her throw him an uncertain, frightened look and clench her hands in front of her, not knowing how to act, how to dissuade him. She only relaxed when his sister walked into their living room.

They greeted each other as if they were old friends, even though they were seeing each other for the first time, grasped each other's hands and from then on they were inseparable.

He often watched them through the window, seeing their silhouettes move unhurriedly ahead of them through their vast park, talking to each other about something in a cheerful voice and laughing, their pearly sounds reaching his ears muffled by the glass.

In his presence, her smile disappeared from her face, her laughter sagged in her throat and a faint dread coated her, her pupils dilated suddenly, her lips tightened.

His tall figure standing over her frightened her, his hands folded stiffly behind his back seemed frozen in stone, as if he were just a statue breathing for some reason. Unable to make a sound near him, she lowered her gaze quickly, terrified.

One day, however, she dared to take a step towards him, a step towards the unknown, as, realising that he spent every evening by candlelight sitting in their library reading books, she joined him. He watched her every move vigilantly, not taking his eye off her, her delicate figure moving around the room in a light, slow motion, her hands folded in front of her in a humble gesture.

He could not express how melancholic and heavenly she looked walking like that in the faint light of the candles, her person seemed as if enveloped in a mist, a glow.

He felt himself to be merely an observer of events, a point to which all her presence referred, being a counterbalance to her subtlety, spread out around her like the blackness of the night that surrounded them.

She looked at him at last, for the first time as if she really wanted to see him, what was inside him, what was inside his heart, inside his mind, and he looked at her with empty eye, knowing that there was only nothingness there, an abyss, a coldness without end or measure.

He was surprised at her courage, at how confidently she walked towards him, standing by his side, looking over his shoulder wanting to see what he was reading.

He did not turn his head behind her, he only watched the shadow of her silhouette out of the corner of his eye, he could feel beside him the warmth emanating from her body, her scent, the rustling of her gown made him feel a tickle in his fingers.

"Machiavelli. What a brutal choice." She whispered, but there was no disapproval or judgement in her word, more a soft surprise, there was something in the way she said the last sentence, in the way the tip of her tongue clicked as she uttered the syllables, that he licked his lower lip involuntarily, turning the page.

"Brutal?" He asked lowly, hearing the timbre of his own voice, glassy, cutting like a blade, clear, assured, cool. He heard her swallow quietly and draw in the air, her body standing beside him, somehow enveloping him in her existence, pleasantly teasing all his senses.

"Cesare Borgia was his ideal of a ruler. That says enough about him." She said lowly, he heard her avert her gaze thoughtfully, looking at some point in the distance. Involuntarily, the tip of his tongue ran over his lower lip, moistening it, he smirked at her words, shifting in his seat.

"They are both no longer among us and have no way to defend themselves from your cruel judgement." He murmured softly, lifting his eyes to her at last.

Their gazes crossed, her eyes at once full of uncertainty and curiosity, and he had the feeling that her figure was quivering and trembling, too filled with life, the desire to breathe, to move, to feel.

They looked at each other and he knew that they had both experienced this when he first saw her, when they were unable to stop, when they both realised that something was happening between them that they could not tell anyone about.

He didn't know how it happened, what moved his loins to stand up, towering over her to grab her with ease and seat her on the table. He decided that it was just purest curiosity, as his fingertips ran over her shoulder, over that gorgeous arm, and traveled up the hill of the length of her neck, his hand tightened around it, again, merely in curiosity, and he found to his surprise that it fit there perfectly.

He looked at her face, into her eyes glittering like the most expensive precious stones darkened by the veil of her lashes, looking at him hazy, hesitant, at once fearful and devoted, wanting and demanding. When he took a step towards her her thighs spread between him like a book, as if it were the most natural of reflexes that didn't even surprise him.

Without letting go of her gorgeous neck he began to travel and explore the mysterious nooks and crannies of her body occupying his mind, the finger of his free hand lifting tentatively the material of her gown and her petticoat, running over her ankle covered from him by the woollen material.

He ran his hand upwards, higher and higher, as if running his finger over to the surface of the water, until he reached the soft, surprisingly hot skin of her naked thigh and they both parted their lips, looking at each other wordlessly, breathing deeply.

His fingers ran over her flesh as if it were the keys of a piano, pressing her skin, and made their way to what was between her thighs, to what he could feel the pulsing heat from, the source of her trembling, of her sleepless nights.

She let out a shuddering, sweet sigh as he touched her there and found her sticky moisture, with circular motions collecting it on his fingers, both of them looking at each other as if surprised by this discovery, this disturbing, intimate act.

With each movement of his fingers, with each circle across her warmth, her thighs spread wider and wider in front of him, her body finding support on her palms placed on the table top, her breasts hidden under her gown rising and falling, her hips beginning to meet his movements.

He had the feeling that they were both in a trance, that they didn't understand what they were doing and didn't want to understand it, they weren't thinking about it or judging it, they were simply discovering a new experience, testing the taste of the sweet, unspoken secret that hid deep between her thighs, the loud, shameless click of her wetness accompanying every movement of his hand.

He licked his lips involuntarily when at last the tip of his finger met the entrance between her folds which throbbed with heat, wet and pulsing. Encouraged by this intriguing discovery, he slid his finger there, wanting to see what she felt like inside. He found with interest that her core was rough and fleshy, throbbing and wet, clenching steadily on his skin, her head arched back with a cry of exertion.

He slid his finger deeper, feeling it stretch her entire structure, pushing deep into her flesh, and a quiet, ungodly mewl erupted from her lips, her eyes clenched, her mouth parted in something akin to elation, delight.

He felt his body react, a pleasant heat and pulsation, the same as he felt inside her. He thought they were like two parts of the same thing, like two sides of the same story, beginning and end, day and night, sun and moon.

Just as everything had its companion, just as the world had for centuries misunderstood the nature of loneliness, telling people to discover the joys of living with someone, man and woman were destined to explore themselves with amazement.

He slipped his finger out of her and, with a light, unhurried movement, untied the fabric of his trousers, lowering them slightly so that she could not see what was beneath them, hiding that sickeningly physical, animalistic sight beneath her gown.

She knew what was about to happen, and though she didn't understand it, she felt subconsciously that from the moment they looked at each other they were destined to connect, to take something and give something to each other.

She trembled all over as he directed the tip of his length with his palm against her burning, hot entrance, her body instantly refusing this sudden, unholy act of divine violation.

"− don't −" He hissed coolly, and she froze, looking at him tearfully, letting him force his pink tip, dripping with his liquid moisture, inside her.

With surprising patience and devotion she endured the discomfort of fitting him inside her, a weary, helpless sob came from her lips. He slid his manhood into her slowly, bit by bit, stretching her tight muscles, sinking into the warmth of her flesh.

He realised suddenly that he was inside her, that he was her and she was him.

That they were a whole, that he would never be complete again without her.

His hand tightened around her neck and did not let her escape, impaling her on himself, on what he was putting into her so deeply that she throbbed, seeking fulfillment in it, any kind of relief.

He gave in to his animal instinct, the feeling that he craved to rub against her, craved for her to squeeze him, craved to move inside her, the thrusts of his hips violent, intense, deep, sure, as if taking her, filling her with himself again and again, physical stretching of her body with his flesh was written into his nature.

Their bodies slammed against each other with wet, loud clicks of her moisture as if they were fighting, as if he was about to pierce her with himself, her head tilted back, her expression showing simultaneous delight and horror at this unexpectedly pleasurable act.

She was panting along with him, giving herself over completely to his brutal thrusts, needed to be filled, to be satisfied.

"− you won't escape from me − you know that, don't you? − I'm going to fill you −" He growled between one quick, hard thrust and the next, and she only mewled a desperate plea, refusing and at the same time asking him to do it, writhing beneath him, her face all flushed with pleasure.

"− no − please − God, forgive me −" She cried out with difficulty, tears of effort, pain and delight running down her cheeks, her body leaning back, surrendering at last.

He felt her insides suddenly clench violently against him and begin to convulse, a moan of sweet suffering came from her lips, her body shook with a wave of something he was yet to understand.

This sight made him speed up instead of slowing down, feeling that something was about to happen, that he was already so close.

"− yes − don't resist me − fuck! −" He cursed for the first time in his life, feeling that his whole body was in a hot frenzy, his hips moving deep inside her throughout her fulfilment, her hands trying fruitlessly to push him away with her loud, broken moans, unable to take any more, overstimulated and sensitive.

He made a low, throaty, animalistic sound as a wave of pleasure shook him, he felt his own fluid spilling over her insides, filling her like wine fills a chalice, and he thought it made him feel the most natural reflex in his life, the filling and that she felt exactly the same way about the sensation of being filled, as if it was her primal, most important need.

Not to be empty.

They stared at each other, breathing loudly, feeling the fog around them begin to blur and disappear, their vision began to sharpen, their cool judgement returned to their minds, and with horror they realised at last what they had done.

They pulled away from each other in pain, both feeling that the fact that they were no longer one was unnatural, ungodly, against some fundamental law, that they were incomplete again, that they were imperfect again.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as she corrected her gown in despair, she stepped down from the table and ran out of the room with a loud, broken sob, terrified of their act, of what consequences it might bring.

He tied his trousers sitting down in his chair with difficulty and listened to the intense pounding of his heart, staring blankly ahead, trying to calm his breathing, feeling more empty than ever.

Over the next few days she avoided him again, her face even paler than when he first saw her. He had the feeling that she was in a progressive agony, that she was dying before his eyes.

Wanting to put an end to their torment, one morning he moved after her, seeing that she had gone for a walk through their park, and asked for her hand.

Only then did she confess to him, crying with unspeakable pain, that her fiancé had been waiting for her for weeks.

He felt like he had fallen into a state of complete emptiness and wasn't sure he understood her words.

He even thought they were amusing as he sat in the living room taking a sip of wine from his glass, chuckling under his breath, much to the consternation of those gathered.

It wasn't until several hours later that people began to be concerned about her disappearance.

He took no part in the search.

As he walked down the corridor of his mansion in the evening heading towards his room, he looked at the appraising faces of his grandparents, their eyes seemingly bulging, terrified, their lips clenched as if in rage.

He began to rip portrait after portrait off the wall, destroying frames and canvases, causing a commotion all around him. His mother tried to calm him down, but he broke free from her embrace.

It was only when he entered his bedroom that he noticed her silhouette, pale and corpse-like, her eyes wide open, looking towards the door as if she was waiting for him, his bedclothes all covered in her blood.

He saw out of the corner of his eye an open window facing straight into their park and realised that she had broken in here, taken his letter knife and slit her wrists.

He approached her slowly, feeling the pounding of his heart, the sweat on the back of his neck as he noticed the bruises on her neck, a clear marks matching his hands that he was sure he hadn't seen when he had spoken to her that morning.

How could that be?

He glanced at the floor out of the corner of his eye and saw his chemise, all dirty from the sand and grass. He began to breathe deeply, feeling the whole room swirl around him.

He pushed from his mind the sight of her terrified face, the sight of her tears when she fell with him to the ground, when he told her that he was empty without her, that he had filled her with himself and she could not be anyone else's, just as he could never be anyone else's again.

It seemed to him that she had come to terms with his words, for she stopped struggling, looking at him with affection, and he praised and comforted her, telling her that the end would come soon, that she would fall asleep, that he promised she would not be in pain.

When she stopped moving and fainted he took her body in his arms, numb and spilling in his fingers, and walked as if in a trance through his open window into his bedroom.

He laid her on his bed, where she belonged, right beside him, and left, longing to return to her in the night, believing that she had fallen into an eternal sleep.

She woke up.

She finished his work.

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[ennvisin]

Blood in the Cut ║ Ferid Bathory x Reader Cross posted on Archives of Our Own

Rating: Mature; SFW no smut Warnings: Blood and injury, blood drinking, undertones of dubious consent, aphrodisiac use in the form of vampire venom

Summary: Poor clumsy little human pet… A slip of the hand while cutting vegetables leaves you with a bad gash on your palm. Thankfully your loving Vampiric owner Ferid Bathory knows just what to do in order to take care of your poor injured hand. Don't worry little lamb… everything will be okay. (AKA Ferid "cleans" your wound with his tongue and you get high and aroused from his venom.)

“Now now my dearest little lamb, what have you gone and done to yourself this time?” An unmistakably sweet voice singsongs from behind you. The sudden heavy presence causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

  Ferid Bathory.

 “Poor thing… did you hurt yourself? Don’t be shy let me see.” The vampire croons gently against the shell of your ear, now suddenly much too close for comfort. Before even getting the chance to turn and face him, the progenitor crossed into the kitchen and now looms over you like a ghost. You can feel the cool brush of his breath as he talks down to you. Subconscious alarm bells sound off in the back of your mind as primal instincts awaken and tell you to run.

 You whirl around in fear to face the vampire with kitchen knife in hand ready to strike. This seems to amuse Ferid as he chuckles down at your startled expression, your pupils blown wide as adrenaline courses through your veins. He traps you between his tall slender body and the countertop, lithe arms caging you in on either side. Slow and careful as though approaching a feral animal the vampiric noble reaches out to slide the knife from your hand. Calculating irises examine the blade, the cool steel stained with a tiny fleck of your own blood. In that moment you swear you can see his catlike pupils constrict with interest.

 “It seems I was correct in my assumption.” Lord Ferid chuckles darkly in the back of his throat. Slowly he sets the knife down on the countertop beside you. “Humans are so fragile. Such a shame when they are so clumsy. Posing a threat to even themselves.” He hums with that sickening saccharine smile. You clench your jaw and tense when he reaches to trail his fingers down the arm that you keep firmly clutched behind your back.

 “Hiding your injury is a fruitless effort. I could smell it from across the manor.” Ferid reaches an elegant hand to stroke his knuckles against your cheek. He pauses to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, before guiding your gaze up to meet his own with two fingers poised beneath your chin. He touches you as though you are made of porcelain causing a sweet rosy flush to rise to your cheeks. When he strokes his thumb across your lower lip butterflies burst in the pit of your stomach. Your pulse races.

 “I was cutting vegetables for a soup, but my hand slipped…” You try and explain in a small voice. It is so hard to keep eye contact with the progenitor so your gaze flicks down to observe the ruffled lace of his cravat. The gash on your hand throbs as you feel blood steadily trickling out from the wound. It was almost certainly dripping down onto the cutting board of diced carrots and celery ruining your hard work. You didn’t know how Ferid kept his self-control. If he could smell your blood from across the house, the kitchen must be inundated with your scent. Any other vampire would have been driven into a frenzy. Yet here the progenitor stands gently caressing your face in an attempt to coax you out of your anxiety around him.

 “Just relax darling.” Ferid soothes sweetly. “I just need to take a look at the injury. I wouldn’t want my favorite pet bleeding out on me now would I?” The nobleman asks rhetorically. His hand leaves your face and reaches to grip the wrist hidden behind your back. Ferid’s touch borders on forceful hinting at his true vampiric strength hidden behind his carefully crafted mask. Despite my better judgement I try and pull my arm away.  “It’s only a small cut Lord Ferid.” You mutter in an unsure voice. The vampire chuckles as his smirk widens showing off the pointed edges of his fangs. He saw through you as clearly as a windowpane. “I will run it under some water and patch it up. Promise.”

“Ah, ah. There is no getting out of this.” Ferid coos as he pulls at your wrist with his iron strength. It hurt to resist. “You may either submit willingly… or I can bend you to my will. The choice is yours little lamb.”

But of course… the truth was you really had no say in the matter. You could either show him the bleeding gash on your hand, or have your wrist broken as he wrenched it out from behind you. Within the walls of the Bathory mansion there was no such thing as choice or free will. Only the promise and illusion of it to make you feel as though Ferid didn’t completely own you.

 You close your eyes and allow the vampire to pull your arm from behind your back. He hums in quiet approval of your choice as his fingertips tuck between your own and pull your bloody fist apart. You let out a soft whimper as your injured palm is exposed to the air and the progenitor’s awaiting eyes. Fear begins to creep back into your mind and you start to shake in his grasp. Was he going to drain you right then and there? Is this where you were going to die?

 “Shh…” Comes Ferid’s voice as he inspects the cut. Gently he prods at the tender flesh cooing softly at you each time you flinch and whimper. His serpent smile indicates how much he is enjoying himself at your expense.  

 “You poor little thing.” He condescendingly hums before running his fingertip up the expanse of the gash, smearing the pooled blood in his wake. You flinch and cry out softly, trying to pull away from the sting of his touch. “It’s quite deep… you must be in terrible pain.” The vampire’s ruby eyes glint sadistically in the light clearly entertained by your suffering. Suddenly Ferid grips you firmly by the wrist before taking a step forward. He forces you back against the granite countertop and presses his body against yours. His hips pin you in place as his head lowers to the opening on your palm. Your heart jumps into your throat as his lips part revealing rapidly elongating fangs.  “Don’t! Please!” You gasp out in a panic, and much to your surprise… Ferid pauses. His slit pupils flick up to meet your gaze before he chuckles gentle as ever. In a careful fluid motion he brings his lips to caress your pulse point on your wrist. Your mind spins in confusion at the sudden tenderness of the kiss.

 “Easy now little lamb.” He whispers and meets your gaze with eyes half lidded. Silvery white lashes flutter as he presses his lips along your pulse once more. The faintest stain of your blood paints his lips from where he’d laid his kisses. “Relax for me now, I am not going to hurt you. It’s all going to be okay.” Ferid whispers in a melodic tone much like a siren luring it’s prey. He speaks to you low and intimate; sweet reassurances only for you to hear. You can’t help the way you react to his gentle words, tension in your shoulders beginning to melt away as your breathing slows. He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, smiling so tenderly at you as your apprehension fades from your subconscious. For a moment as you stare mindlessly into vibrant eyes the color of the lycoris flowers, you could almost forget that he was a vampire. The backlighting from the lanterns on the walls set him in an ethereal glow making him appear almost angelic. Almost.

The illusion is soon broken when Ferid dips low to swipe his tongue along the length of the gash on your hand. Your gasp of shock breaks the still silence in the air. The pain of the motion is so intense you can’t help but try and wrench your arm out of his grasp.

Tears prick in your eyes as he drags his tongue up the wound for a second swipe, but to your surprise it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first lap.  “Hush my love… don’t fight it. This will help ease the pain.” Ferid purrs against your palm before continuing to lick at the cut. He is gentler this time when he delves back in, moving slow and sure as the tip of his tongue prods at the deepest points of the wound. You bite back a whimper at the strange feeling, something warm starting to boil in the pit of your stomach. Goosebumps prickle up your neck, and your entire hand tingles with a familiar pleasurable warmth. The pain all but a distant memory now, it finally dawns on you the purpose of this exchange.

His venom… in his saliva… that was his play.

 Ferid smiles against your palm as your body goes slack against his. In a matter of minutes his venom takes it’s hold, weakening your muscles and filling your head with clouds. There is no more pain only warmth rapidly spreading to every part of your body. Your breathing is labored and hot as you lay defenseless against the progenitor. Butterflies of pleasure erupt in your stomach each time he draws blood from the open wound. It feels so good. It always does when he feeds from you. You could die happily in this euphoria, no longer caring if he were to drink you dry. Vampires were truly the apex predator. Their venom delivering such a quick and potent high, their victims easily giving in and becoming addicted to their bite.

 It is over all too soon as Ferid finally pulls away. Your blood coats his lips and drips from the side of his mouth but really you don’t much care. You blink up at him with your head completely empty, still riding the high from the dose of his venom.

 “There we go. Such a good pet.” Ferid praises as he reaches behind you to grab a cloth off the countertop. Quickly he wraps your wounded hand before lifting you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “Your blood is always so sweet. Not a single drop should ever go to waste.” The vampire muses as he smirks down at your blissful expression. Your eyes feel so heavy as you stare up at him in a daze. He coos at you in mock pity before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

 “Let’s go get your injury properly cleaned and bandaged.” The vampire says in a cheery tone mostly to himself. He begins to carry you out of the kitchen and up to one of the many lavish bedrooms within his manor. “When we are done, I hope we can follow up on that little snack you gave me.” From your vantage point in his arms you can clearly see the glint of his fangs as he tells you his plans. “It seems I find myself hungry for more.”

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[scary-lasagna]

Headcanons of slenderman in his office working and his 5 year old daughter comes in and asks him if they could play the 8 pages, and so the daughter reader is giggling while running through the woods and collecting pages while slenderman laughs and playfully chases her and then it just ends super fluffy

i know this was sent in recently and I’m trying to go from old to new but this was so cute i just couldn’t wait

Slender

8 pages is a game he “plays” with his proxies often.

In reality, it’s a game of stealth, aversion, tracking, and other proxy enrichment tasks and activities.

This is where his dear daughter comes in.

Whenever Slender is working, Splendor is always the one to volunteer to baby sit. And he’ll walk her around the manor, sometimes carrying her, to get her out of the play room.

Sometimes Sally will accompany, and sometimes not.

But on a certain day, Splendor took her into the woods to watch how Slender interacted with the proxies. And while they think it’s slightly terrifying to be hunted by their boss, his daughter will only recognize him as her father.

She’ll get slightly startled, but then giggle afterward.

So, the little being meekly waddled up to his desk during his working hours, and presents all 8 pages made by various colors of crayons.

So they look anything like his territorial pages? Absolutely not. But does he love them with all of his heart? Yes. Of course he does.

He thought that was the end of it, but oh not so fast, Mr Dad! You have a game to play.

Since his daughter is so spoiled, and has such a hard time saying no to her, he finds himself being dragged outside by a pudgy hand.

He’ll set them up at child-height for her to find, and explain the simplified rules, which is really just a game of tag and easter egg hunting.

He’ll pop out from behind a tree, squatting close to the ground, and laugh as she squeals and runs away, clutching two pages to her chest.

His daughter is never afraid of getting lost, and neither is he, knowing he’ll always be able to find her.

She will run under logs, and hide in crevices of trees, and be one with nature as all children should be, no matter the species.

And Boo! A pair of hands grab her, and sweep her up as she still clings to her self-made pages. “I’ve got you!”

She can only squeal and choke out a string of belly laughs, too excited to say anything more comprehensible.

But oh dear! Shes slipping away! Right through his hands that are so conveniently close and safe to the ground so his daughter can sprint away at her full speed.

He could easily catch up in a few quick strides, but he wouldn’t dare ruin her fun.

5 pages had been collected before she decided to curl up inside a log, using her jacket as a pillow and the pages as her teddy bear.

Slender collected the rest of the pages himself, and discover his daughter tucked into natures own bed.

He’ll carry her home, tuck her into her own bed topped with a princess canopy she ‘had to have’ after seeing Sally’s, and frame the newly drawn 8 pages in his office.

Maybe when she grows up, he’ll have a teammate in the 8 pages against the proxies.

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[sallownights]

lavender haze

Request: Can I pls request an Ominis Gaunt x fem Slytherin reader who is part of the Black family and is the niece of professor Black. The two have been best friends since childhood but have also been in an arranged marriage since before they were born. At school, Professor Black often teases the two, as well as Sebastian. They argue that they are just friends but they both have feelings for each other. It all changes during Christmas break when Ominis mother sends him an owl saying that him and his fiancé are to stay at the Gaunt Manor over the break. Ominis is reluctant but y/n convinced him that everything will be fine and that they should go. When they arrive at the manor Ominis parents and siblings greet y/n saying how much they have missed her. During their stay, Ominis confesses his feelings to her and they finally get together. 💕

request by: @levis-dilutedbleach

word count: 5.2k

CW: ominis’ family (i feel like they need a warning), violence, fluff, gramatical errors (maybe), hurt/comfort? maybe? (idk what the tags would be <3)

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! And ofc i related it to taylor swift. bc i think i’m just branding my blog this way. sorry. love you.

pairing: ominis gaunt x f!slytherin!reader

“Did you get number 4 yet? I don’t understand the question.” Y/N looks at Ominis, her eyes pleading a bit.

Ominis nods curtly, his slender fingers still grazing his book. Y/N stares at Ominis, for a moment, before sliding her chair over to look at his parchment.

Ominis closes his eyes, breathing in Y/N’s perfume. Lavender. He let himself get lost in her for a moment. The proximity to Y/N was intoxicating. He hears a chair scrapping away from him, the scent going with it.

“Thank you,” Ominis can hear the smile in Y/N’s voice.

“Do you have any plans today? I heard Sebastian say something about practicing spells in the Undercroft.” Y/N asks Ominis, watching him intently. Ominis’ eyebrows furrow.

“I believe he mentioned it, yes,” Ominis pauses for a moment. His breathing a bit shaky. “Would you like to accompany me?”

Y/N thinks for a moment. While yes, she does want to spend time with Ominis, she doesn’t enjoy the constant teasing from Sebastian. Or the teasing from her uncle, Professor Black, whenever she and Ominis are in the halls.

“I don’t want to intrude-”

“You won’t be.” A small smile graces Y/N’s lips.

“Well then, I shall accompany you.”

After studying for a couple more hours, Ominis collects his things, helping Y/N get her things together as well. Before Y/N can pick up her books, Ominis takes them into his arms. Y/N began to protest before Ominis started walking, not giving her a moment to disagree with his actions.

Y/N and Ominis walk into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower, making their way to the secluded, odd clock. Ominis and Y/N fit into the lift, lowering them to the ground. The lift creaks and Y/N opens the gate, the metal grating against the brick.

“Hey, Ominis… and Y/N. Didn’t know you’d be joining us today.” Sebastian walks over to the pair. Y/N looks to Ominis for a moment before turning back to Sebastian.

“Yes, I hope that’s alright. Ominis asked if I liked to join.” Sebastian smirks. That same stupid damn smirk.

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” Y/N takes her books from Ominis’ arms. She walks over to a plush lounge chair she conjured at the end of last year. Y/N sets her pile of books down taking the one off the top. Advanced Charms.

‘Great’ Y/N thought to herself. She looks over to the boys who are deep in conversation before they start taking their robes off. Y/N stands, walking over offering to hang them up. Sebastian throws his at her, bending down to re-tie his shoes. Ominis gently hands his robes to her, placing his hand atop hers.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Ominis gives her a warm smile while heat rises in her chest.

“Mhmm.” That was all she could muster to say. She walks over to their makeshift coat rack and hangs up their robes, brushing out any wrinkles they might have. Sebastian’s clearly more of a mess than Ominis.

When Y/N resettles herself on the chair, she starts reading where she left off in the library. She hears the boys shuffle for a second before she notices Ominis rolling up his sleeves. She blushes to herself, trying to force herself to look back at her book, but finding herself entranced by Ominis toned forearms. Her gaze moves lower, to his hands. She knows she’s staring and she knows she should stop, but something about the way he grips his wand when he’s about to duel. She feels her body grow hot before Sebastian sends off a few spells at Ominis, to which he dodges.

Y/N breaks her gaze, allowing herself to cool off as she reads about the Aguamenti Charm.

‘It provides the user with a jet of clear, pure water, and shoots it from the tip of the caster's wand.’

‘If only it were holy water’ Y/N thinks to herself. Fanning her face from the heat of the Undercroft. While it was normally quite cold, Sebastian has a rather clear fixation with fiery spells.

“I yield! I yield!” Y/N’s head shoots up seeing Sebastian now on the ground underneath Ominis. Ominis, bending Sebastian’s leg in a way that it should not be going.

Ominis stands and brushes himself off, before lending a hand down to Sebastian.

Sebastian takes Ominis’ hand, jumping back up.

“That’s not fair. We said no tackling.” Sebastian said, pouting.

“I believe we said that last duel, not this one,” Ominis replies. Y/N stifles a laugh, knowing Sebastian was going to be all grumbly over his loss.

“Okay, let’s go again. No tackling,” Sebastian turns to Y/N. “And no ogling!” Y/N rolls her eyes but feels that familiar heat rise to her cheeks.

“I wasn’t ogling,” Y/N mutters, almost certain neither boy could hear her.

“It’s alright if you were, Y/N. I don’t mind someone seeing Sebastian’s defeat.” Ominis answers. It was rare when Ominis would gloat. However, he knew his strengths. Y/N remembers the first time she saw Ominis beat Sebastian in a duel. He was quite proud of himself but ever the gentleman, he wasn’t one to brag. However, now, he did it just to get under the freckled boys skin.

“Let’s just go again.” Sebastian brandishes his wand.

“As you wish.” Ominis, says calmly.

The boys continue to duel, this time, no tackling and no ogling. Y/N kept her eyes glued to her book. Her eyes scan the words, but not processing a single one.

‘I wasn’t staring.’ She thinks to herself. She doesn’t dare look up from her book when she hears Sebastian yell a few curses.

“Do you yield?” Ominis has Sebastian cornered.

“Like hell I’ll yield!” Sebastian sneers out.

“Have it your way.” Ominis’ calm demeanor doesn’t change. Even when he sends a fiery blast of Confringo at his best friend.

‘Deprimo. Used to blast holes into the ground.’ Y/N’s eyes are ripped from her book as she feels a sharp pain on her shoulder and yells. She tries to look down at her shoulder, which she can tell, is now bleeding.

“Y/N!” Ominis rushes over to Y/N, holding his wand to her, scanning the damage. His hand gently holds her face while he casts a quick spell, seeing if she was harmed anywhere else.

Sebastian starts rushing towards Y/N before Ominis casts Depulso at him, sending Sebastian flying into some barrels. His hand never leaves Y/N’s face.

“I have some wiggenweld. Just a moment, please.” Ominis digs in his pocket, removing his hand from Y/N. She sighs, missing the warmth of him. He finds the potion before opening it and having Y/N tilt her head back to take it. He pours it into her mouth, caressing her face once again, sliding his thumb back and forth holding her chin. Once she swallows, he plants himself in front of her, between her knees. One hand on hers, the other on her cheek.

“Are you alright?” Ominis asks, his voice quiet, nervous almost. The wiggenweld helped reduce the pain, along with the bleeding coming to a stop. The wound started repatching itself.

“Yeah! I’m fine!” Sebastian yells, standing up and dusting himself off.

“I didn’t ask you.” Ominis’ voice was never full of malice. Maybe not until now.

“I-I’m alright.” Y/N manages to say, not used to Ominis sounding angry. Not unless he was discussing his family. Even then, he sounded pained, not mad.

“See, your fiancée is fine.” Sebastian’s voice is almost teasing.

“No thanks to you.” Ominis places his wand on the lounge, bringing a hand up to Y/N’s shoulder and the other back to her face.

‘Good’ Ominis thinks to himself moving his fingers along the smooth skin of Y/N’s shoulder.

“Breathe,” Ominis says and he nudges Y/N slightly, indicating he was talking to her. She lets out a shaky breath.

“Well, I should go back to the common room. Don’t want to get in the crossfire, again.” Y/N says, glaring at Sebastian. To which he glares back at her.

“I shall walk you,” Ominis says, standing up to help Y/N stand. He takes a step back, offering his hand to her. Y/N takes it gracefully and hands Ominis his wand back. Ominis helps Y/N to her feet before taking her books off the lounge.

“But we weren't finished-” Sebastian starts before he gets cut off.

“We concluded the duel when Y/N got hurt.” Ominis starts walking to the gate of the Undercroft, Y/N following in toe. Ominis takes his robe off the rack, placing it gently over Y/N’s shoulders.

“Oh, Ominis, I’m alright-” Y/N begins to protest before Ominis interrupts her,

“Your shirt is cut, I would feel better if you were to have my robe.” Y/N just nods and looks at her feet. Ominis enters the lift and as Y/N does she sends a quick Rictusempra at Sebastian, causing him to double over in forced laughter.

Y/N smirks before feeling the lift rise, leaving the other Slytherin to deal with the effects of the spell.

The walk back to the Slytherin common room was fairly quiet. Some students were still mulling around, but not many. Y/N finds comfort in Ominis’ robes, wrapping them tighter around herself in the cold, damp dungeon hallways. When they arrive at the common room, the snake crawls up the wall, revealing the passageway. Ominis notions for Y/N to walk in first.

‘Ever the gentleman.’ She thinks before stepping into the room, descending the staircase leading to the main portion of the communal area.

“Do you want me to bring these to your room?” Ominis quietly says.

“Oh, I can take them.” Y/N places her hand on the stack of books, Ominis’ grip doesn’t relent.

“It’s really no problem.” He smiles at her.

“Well, if you insist.” Y/N walks to her dorm room, opening the door for Ominis to enter, he waits for her too. She rolls her eyes before stepping through the threshold.

“If you could place them on my desk, that would be lovely.” Y/N takes her shoes off, happily getting rid of them.

“Of course,” Ominis slides the books onto her desk before turning back to face her. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can take you to the Hospital Wing if needed.”

“Ominis, I promise, I’m okay,” Y/N takes a step towards Ominis. “Oh, before I forget…” Y/N unclasps the robe and before Ominis places his hand on Y/N’s.

“Uh… y-you can keep it. I’m sure you look better in it than I do.” Ominis’ fingers graze Y/N’s engagement ring. Y/N trains her eyes on his fingers. Focusing on the delicate touch they leave behind as he begins to fiddle with the ring.

Y/N thinks back to a time when everything seemed simpler. Before she was “technically” engaged to her now best friend and for sure not crush, Ominis Gaunt. Before she understood the weight of not being able to choose who she was going to be with for the rest of her life. Before her heart was taken by the boy in front of her.

Their first meeting was rather… odd. Ominis’ mother was nothing short of kind to Y/N. Which now, after hearing all the things she’s done to Ominis, she thinks less of her. Marvolo, Ominis’ brother, was quick to tease the two, despite him also being engaged to someone he didn’t choose. However, whenever Y/N was around, everything seemed… brighter. Ominis would engage with his family, Marvolo would be tolerable, and Y/N’s mother would stop complaining.

Now… everything was different. She knew she was going to marry the Gaunt. His last name carrying an amount of notoriety that she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. However, he seemed okay with leaving the name behind.

‘When did we get so close?’ Y/N thinks to herself. Ominis’ face was so close to hers, she could see every beauty mark, every dimple, every imperfection. Not that he had any. She barely noticed how he was now holding her hand, cradling it almost. She was too enraptured by his beauty, not only internally but externally too.

Ominis runs his fingers over Y/N’s slowly, feeling one of his family’s heirlooms on hers. A gift he had once given her. While they had been engaged since before either were born, she wasn’t required to wear a ring. Ominis could hear how people talked about her. Beautiful, smart, ambitious, talented.

Ominis wasn’t necessarily possessive, or at least he believes he’s not. So, he got the ring from his Aunt Noctua and proposed. Y/N wasn’t overly emotional when he proposed. He had to propose in front of his family so Y/N more so had to act like she was excited. Y/N’s mother was more excited than Y/N was. The Black family aren’t necessarily making waves with anyone but they were certainly influential in the wizarding society.

The Gaunts had been friends with the Black family for years. So when Mrs. Gaunt got pregnant the same time Mrs. Black did, it was the perfect opportunity for the families to conjoin.

Ominis’ hand slowly travels up Y/N’s arm, leaving a burning trail behind. He brings his hand to her face, slowly moving his thumb around her quickly blushing face.

A throat clearing made them jump away from each other. Y/N wrapped her hand around one of the poles on her bed and Ominis bringing his hand to the back of his neck.

“Hi Imelda…” Y/N pushes her chest out trying to look confident and her voice wavering slightly. Imelda lays on her bed on the other side of the room.

“Black. Gaunt.” Imelda eyes Y/N up and down, not bothering to look at the boy between them.

“Well, I should go.” Ominis scrambles out of the room quickly. Y/N and Imelda watch him go. As soon as he’s out and shuts the door, they hear his footsteps retreat down the iron stairs.

“So… just friends still?” Y/N picks up a throw pillow before tossing it at Imelda.

“Shut up.” Imelda cackles before she and Y/N start talking about their day.

———————————————————————————

Weeks go by, snow falling harder at the encroaching holiday season. Sebastian, Ominis, and Y/N sit together in the Great Hall.

“Sebastian, can you pass the pumpkin j-” The trio is met with the familiar caw of the Gaunt owl. Noctua, affectionately named by Ominis, honoring his aunt.

An envelope, wrapped around Noctua. She lowers herself to the table, in front of Ominis.

“Hello, love,” Ominis says, bringing his hand to pet the owl for a moment. Noctua’s ruffling her feathers. Ominis carefully takes the letter off of her, a small bit of thin rope coming off with the letter. Noctua walks onto Ominis’ arm before he raises it, helping her take off.

Ominis’ fingers move across the back of the envelope, feeling the crest of the House of Gaunt. His eyebrows furrowing and a frown evident on his face.

“Family?” Y/N says quietly, placing a comforting hand to Ominis’ arm.

“Yes. I’m not particularly excited about whatever they want.”

“Do you want me to read it?” Y/N offers, placing her hand on the letter.

“If you could, thank you.” Ominis lets go and Y/N takes it. Carefully, she breaks the seal of the envelope. The letter isn’t particularly long which is slightly unusual for the family. She flipped it over and casted Revelio, hoping the spell would reveal some kind of hidden script, but no such luck. Y/N clears her throat before starting.

‘Dear My Good Son Ominis,

I expect to see you and your fiancée, Y/N over the Christmas break. Her family is not able to host her this year, so we are going to at the Gaunt Manor. Please bring warm clothes along with anything Miss Y/N may need.

Warmest Regards,

Mother’

“Well, I suppose I’m not staying with my family over the holidays,” Y/N says, disappointed. She didn’t dislike her family. They are more than tolerable. However, she doesn’t see the reason she must stay with the Gaunts and not at Hogwarts.

“We can stay here… or… or go to Feldcroft with Sebastian.” Ominis gives options, but Y/N just shakes her head.

“No, no. It’s quite alright. We can go to the Gaunt Manor. Maybe… maybe it’ll be fun.” Ominis’ hand finds Y/N’s and she gives him a comforting squeeze. Sebastian clears his throat but the two don’t pull apart.

“If you’re having a terrible time, you can always come join me and Anne.”

“Thank you for the offer, Sebastian. I’m sure everything will be fine though.” Y/N waves Sebastian off with her other hand.

“Yes, it seems my family tends to be… kinder… when you’re around.” Ominis lifts Y/N’s hand to his mouth and kisses it. He lets go and goes back to his meal. Y/N is still after he kisses her hand. A blush made its way to her face faster than a golden snitch. Sebastian seemed too engrossed in his meal to point out Y/N’s quickly reddening face.

“It’s settled then.” Y/N smiled, bringing her fork to her mouth.

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“Are you cold? Did you forget your gloves?” Ominis’ voice rings out in Y/N’s ears.

“A bit, yes and it appears I did,” Ominis frowns before taking his gloves off and putting them on Y/N’s hands.

“But now your hands will be cold, Ominis.” He holds out his arm for her to take, which she accepts. She places her other hand on his arm, bringing him closer to her for added warmth

“Better, yes?” Y/N’s face goes scarlet and stutters out,

“Y-yes. Yep. Better.”

“Lovely.”

The two walk through the gates of the Gaunt Manor. There’s a light snowfall. Y/N keeps taking quick glances at Ominis, his cheeks glowing from the cold. The air is crisp and bites at the couple's cheeks. The courtyard is surrounded by tall, ancient trees that are now adorned with a layer of powdery snow. The tree branches sway gently in the wind, causing snow to fall from the branches and create a serene atmosphere.

In the center of the courtyard, a beautiful fountain stands, now frozen over and covered in snow, giving the impression of a snow-draped sculpture. Its water spouts are now quiet, frozen in place by the cold. The snow-covered ground is a beautiful contrast of white and dark stone, with a few patches of greenery poking out here and there.

The buildings surrounding the courtyard are stately, with tall and imposing stone walls. The snow adds a beautiful accent to their already impressive architecture, creating a peaceful and idyllic winter scene. The stairs are slippery but with the hold they have on one another, they stay upright.

Y/N politely knocks on the door before placing her hand back on Ominis’ arm. The door swings open to reveal Marvolo, Ominis’ older brother.

“Y/N! Lovely to see you!” Marvolo exclaims, rushing the couple inside.

“Marvolo, how are you?” Ominis moves behind Y/N, having her shrug off her coat for him to hang up.

“I’m well, I’m well. How is Hogwarts? Are you still planning on being a professor?” Y/N giggles at the excitement of the older brother, who’s normally a pain.

“I’m not entirely sure yet-”

“Are Ominis and Y/N here?” Ominis’ eldest sister comes sliding into the room, wrapping her arms around the younger girl. The sister pushes back slightly to get a better look at Y/N.

“You look so beautiful! Oh, Merlin, I haven’t seen you in ages. You’ve gotten taller!”

“It’s been ages, it’s lovely to be here. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course. Let me go get Mother, I’ll be back in a moment.” The sister drags Marvolo out of the room to help search for their mom.

“Oh, darling, let me help you. Your tie got all crooked.” Y/N stands in front of Ominis, readjusting his tie. He takes her hands and slides the gloves off, placing them in his coat pocket before placing it on the coat rack.

“Are you alright?” Y/N whispers, her face close to Ominis’.

“I am. I’m glad you’re here.” He smiles. While, yes, he is happy she’s here with him, he does wish it were under different circumstances. Not the ones his family placed on him before he had a choice. He wishes he could bring her here as his girlfriend, not as his chosen wife. He wanted them to develop feelings over time. Now, more than anything, he’s worried she hates him for what his family has put upon them. If she did hate him though, she had a funny way of showing it.

“Well, I’m glad I’m here too. It’ll be fun. Right?” Ominis nods, not finding any words to answer her question. He raises his arm to her once again, her casually finding her place next to him as if it didn’t make Ominis’ heart beat out of his chest.

“My dear boy! Y/N! So glad you made it alright. The weather was absolutely horrible this morning. Seems you brought the sun with you.” Ominis’ mother beams at the two. Y/N can tell that she clocked the two standing close next to each other and looks more than pleased.

“Oh, yes. The trip was rather scenic.” Ominis’ mother brings Y/N in for a tight hug before moving to her son. She wasn’t a very affectionate woman but Y/N did seem to bring out a side of her that Ominis wasn’t used to.

“I’m sure, I’m glad the carriage found you both well. Did the coachmen help with your bags?” Ominis’ mother turned around snapping at a few house elves to fetch everyone some tea.

“Yes, they took them for us.” Ominis sits down, bringing Y/N down with him. He moves his hand to find hers. It wasn’t intentional, just being home reminded him of so many awful things. Of everything really. He knew his hearing would start to give out if he thought about it for too long. Y/N kept him grounded, her thumb making its way back and forth across his hand.

He’s not sure how long he’s sitting there. His hand in hers. It feels right and he knows it's right. Her giggle, the way he can hear her smile, hear her blush. The way she never stops comforting him even when she’s being bombarded with a million questions.

He felt Y/N stand and pull him to his feet. He followed her like a lost puppy. Her scent enraptured him. She made him feel safe. Even when he knew he wasn’t. The Gaunts were not people you could feel safe around. He came back to reality when the scent of lavender got lost with the scent of dinner.

Ominis pulls out Y/N’s chair for her. He then slides into his own chair, moving it as close to her as he can, not wanting to bring attention to it but needing to be near her.

Dinner, truthfully, couldn’t have been slower. Ominis was thankful for the attention to not be on him, and for Y/N to be so quick to answer. Every now and then Y/N and Ominis’ hands would brush by. Y/N knew she was blushing but she hoped everyone would just think it was because of the attention she’s receiving.

“Thank you for the dinner. I’m going to wash up and head to bed if that’s alright. Today was just a lot of traveling.” Y/N smiled and stood up, taking hers and Ominis’ plates to the kitchen.

“Of course! Marvolo will show you to your room.” Marvolo stands and ushers Y/N down the hall.

The room is dark and moody, with heavy curtains covering the windows, casting the room in a dim light. The walls are painted a deep, rich forest green and adorned with ornate patterns.

The bed is the centerpiece of the room, with a grand, four-poster bedframe made of dark wood and draped with luxurious fabrics in dark grays and greens. The bedding is piled high with plush pillows and soft, heavy blankets, creating an inviting and cozy atmosphere, despite its exterior.

The room is decorated with antique furniture, a wooden dressing table with a large mirror, a high-backed armchair, and a matching set of drawers with intricate carvings. The windows are framed with heavy drapes, adorned with tassels and fringes, which can be drawn shut to create a sense of privacy.

The lighting in the room is soft and warm, with lamps and candles casting a golden glow throughout the space. The room has a fireplace, adding warmth and comfort to the ambiance.

In the corner of the room, there’s a record player, one Y/N had brought over a few years ago.

“If you need anything, please let us know.” Marvolo flashes a quick smile before stepping out. Y/N goes over to her bags, noticing Ominis’ on the bed as well.

‘Great. This is so great. I’m… happy.’ She forgot about how she has to share the bed with the Gaunt boy every time she stays here. Even when they were younger. It’s become more comfortable now. Y/N thinks back to a time when she woke up with Ominis’ arm around her. She wanted to indulge herself, fall back asleep, but she wanted to save him the embarrassment in case he didn’t mean to do that.

“Love, are you… decent?” Y/N giggles at Ominis’ choice of words.

“Yep, come in,” She turns around and sees the door open, Ominis walks in and makes his way to the bed.

“I’m just going to shower real quick, I hope you don’t mind,” Ominis shakes his head. He hears her footsteps begin to retreat before he quickly grabs her wrist, moving to her hand. His fingers finding it’s way to his aunt's ring once again. They stay there for a moment, Y/N’s eyes studying Ominis’ face. Trying to get any sort of understanding from what's happening.

“Ominis?” Her voice is quiet.

“Thank you, for being here. I think you just make everything better by just being around. No, sorry. You do make everything better by being around.” Y/N’s face breaks out in the familiar heat once again.

“Oh, darling, you know I’ll always be around for you. Always.” She pulls him in for a hug, to which he reciprocates. Her hands slide into his hair, scratching his scalp and sending shivers down his spine. Ominis breathes her in. Wanting to get lost in her for as long as he can.

“Can we just stay here a moment?” Ominis’ voice comes out a bit shaky, afraid of her answer.

“Always.” She places a kiss on his cheek before settling her head against his chest, letting her arms drape around his neck. He keeps his arms around her waist, holding her as tight to him as he possibly can without hurting her. That is until he feels her pull away slightly.

“I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to make you-” He gets cut off by feeling her lips press against his. Just as fast as they were there, they’re gone. Y/N’s eyes try to read his face and she bites her lip, waiting for him to say something.

Anything.

“Ominis, I-” Before Y/N can continue, Ominis’ mouth is on hers, it's as if time stands still for them. The pining, the fingertips brushing, the shared nights. Their embrace is passionate, yet tender, as if they are savoring each and every moment. The electricity between them is palpable, their bodies pressing against each other as they hold on tightly, unwilling to let go.

Their kiss is filled with a mix of intensity and tenderness, as if they are trying to convey all the emotions they've been feeling for so long through this one act. Ominis’ hands pull Y/N closer as her hands get lost in his hair. They've both been waiting for this moment, and the anticipation has been building up for so long that it's almost overwhelming. It’s dizzying. Their kiss is filled with longing and desire, yet it's also filled with a sense of relief and contentment.

As they finally break apart, their foreheads rested against one another as they try to catch their breath. They know that they've finally crossed a threshold and that their lives will never be the same again. They hold each other tightly, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, and knowing that they will never have to be apart again.

“Uh, I uhm… I kinda like you, Ominis.” Y/N manages to say once she gets her breathing fairly under control. While it’s not exactly what she was feeling, she felt as if she needed to say something.

“If I can be honest, I think I’m in love with you.” Ominis steps back slightly, taking Y/N’s hands in his. He slides the ring off her finger before getting down on one knee.

“I know we’ve done this before, however, then I didn’t have the right words to say to you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I am in love with you. I believe I was then as well, and now, it’s only grown. You’ve been there for me when I couldn’t be for myself. You talk to me as if I’m anyone else, yet, I feel special whenever you talk to me. Your aura is intoxicating. I find it hard to not be near you. The moment you leave, I lose a part of me. I long for the moments when you’re near me again. I think I was okay with our arrangement in the past couple of years because I knew, even if you hated me, I would be yours. I didn’t care how much you didn’t want to be around me because I knew my heart would still belong to you. Maybe it was pure destiny that we are to be wed. Maybe it’s dumb luck. But if I get to spend the rest of my life with you, I would do it. I will be whoever you need me to be. I’d leave my family behind. I’ll go wherever you want. I just want to be with you, love.”

Y/N’s eyes swell with tears that immediately pour over, she pulls Ominis up from his knees and kisses him softly.

“Will you be mine?” Ominis whispers against her mouth, holding the ring in his hand still.

“Darling, I was always yours.” Ominis breaks out into a smile before pulling Y/N into a kiss again. He slides the ring onto her finger before bringing his hands to her hair, tangling it. Y/N brings her hands to his chest before she feels his tongue slide into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Ominis pulls back suddenly.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Ominis!” Y/N not used to hearing Ominis curse. “What?”

“I owe Sebastian 100 Galleons.”

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