#so that i didn't have to talk to him and my colleague bless her was trying very hard to steer him away from my desk but he just

[sgiandubh]

I'm interested to know whether you came to enjoy Greek music during your many years living in Greece. Do you have any favorite Greek artists or songs that you'd be willing to share? I always enjoy your posts about Greece and all your travel stories for that matter 🙂

Dear Greek Music Anon,

This is a beautiful question and you have made my day: thank you for asking and come back whenever you want, whoever you are - you are always, always welcome!

If you think Greek music is just this...

... then you are touristically biased, Anon. And that is ok, to some extent and not really your fault, because this is exactly what they will have you listen to, when you make the childish mistake to book that Greek Evening on your cruise or tour. For some unfathomable reason, this is what they imagine foreign guests should be shown. But then there is music for their and their friends' souls, something completely different and a whole universe to discover.

This is Greek music to me, Anon:

The best Greek female voice of all times (Callas does not count, for innumerable reasons, we do not discuss a Goddess), Our Lady of the Rebetiko: Haris (it means Grace, by the way) Alexiou. A true Dame Blanche, witty, warm and rightfully worshipped. When I was first introduced to her, I was so moved I almost couldn't open my mouth in awe. I was stupidly glued to my French formulaic praise and I remember I just mumbled something along the lines of 'eh merde alors, fuck it, I just wanted you to know that to me, you are not only the voice of my teenage years: you are the Voice of Time itself'. She laughed and the rest is, as they say, history.

This happened in November 2018, after one of her concerts at the Gazarte hall in Athens: a dificult comeback for her, after a cancer scare. We were very moved and fangirling AF, my Culture and Press colleague (remember her from the Mycenae story? Greek music made us instant friends - I was the only one to know what she was talking about) and I:

I have blurred my former colleague's face. I am not sure she wants to be seen on Tumblr, LOL. And see, Anon? I really look like an overwhelmed twat, in this pic. Chances are I'd look the same at Landcon 2025 (what was the last price, 149 euros? Sweet Baby Jesus, the results).

Haroula's one time lover (speculation is still rife and many shipped those two during the late Eighties and early Nineties, unaware it was completely true) and probably the Greek equivalent of Sinatra is George Dalaras. A., my colleague, is absolutely nuts about him and as such a big, boisterous presence in this man's fandom. She follows him just about everywhere (I didn't understand her and residually still don't, to be honest), so it's not a surprise I quickly got to meet the guy, after one of his extraordinary stunts at the Klimataria, a well-known tavern and rebetiko joint smack dab in downtown Athens (I think it was one week before I met and befriended Haroula, funny that):

Now, he looks like a banker. But back in 1993, he looked and sang like this:

This is his greatest hit, if you ask me. Βαμμένα Κόκκινα Μαλλιά (Dyed Red Hair) is the score of a very successful Greek TV series during the Nineties (don't ask, it's very syrupy) and legit one of the most beautiful Greek love songs ever written. But unlike A, I am completely chilled as far as Dalaras is concerned and I think it showed, when we met. He offered an autograph and I said no, just because I am completely dumb, like that. The trouble is, he gently remembered me and he always brought it up every single time we met (at a couple of events and receptions) - how's that for totally embarrassing, eh?

And then you have the opera divas, among which is my dear friend Sonia Theodoridou, one of the best Greek sopranos after Callas. Sonia came back to Athens after a rich career in Germany right in the middle of the economic crisis turmoil. Things were not easy for her and I have to say, bless her heart, she is not an easy person, either (which opera singer is, mind you?). But her voice is magical and she loves to play with it. See what she can do with a really meh song, written and successfully performed by Pandelis Pandelidis, the one-time local Justin Bieber (he unfortunately died in 2016, in a motorcycle accident):

The strange instrument you see in the clip is a Cretan lyra, by the way. I hate it with a passion. But I still love Sonia, no matter what.

We shared a lot of things, Sonia and I. Here is our first pic, together with her ex-husband, Theodoros (still a friend):

These people are those I personally know and like/love. I haven't told you anything yet about the formidable, mythical Maria Farantouri, Mikis Theodorakis' muse or Vicky Moscholiou, another diva (different niche, though). Nothing about Miltos Paschalidis, either, the mathematician turned singer or Alkinoos Ioannidis, perhaps the best Cypriot voice after George Michael. The only reason I won't, for now at least, is that I don't really like mammoth posts. And this is quickly turning into one of those.

But I digressed. You asked me about my favorite Greek song, Anon. It's Manos Hatzidakis' Kemal - a masterpiece with a strong, subversive political message in the guise of an Oriental cruel parable:

Do I know it by heart? Of course I do (and I always, always cry, because I am a sentimental idiot, like that). Singing along with the locals at concerts, in taverns, in your car, on that bus ride, is a mandatory part of the Greek experience. And the most heartfelt homage you can pay to all those wonderful men and women who make our world a brighter, better place.

#anon #travels #Greece #diplomatic life

[mncxbe]

First time meeting your parents₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: some quick headcanons of what I think the bsd men would do when they meet your parents for the first time. it got a bit silly but I tried to keep it as in character as possible. enjoy♡

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

he postpones meeting your parents for a looong time because he's scared they won't like him, but he eventually caves in. he knows he can't avoid the visit forever

he prefers meeting them at their place over dinner or brunch, in a more homey atmosphere

if he's anxious (trust me, he is) Dazai doesn't show it. he has no trouble charming your parents with his usual gentlemanly behaviour and jokes, although he has to physically refrain himself from making any comments and jokes about double suicide

Dazai only has good things to say about you so that helps make a good first impression. + he's such a sweet talker

"Dear Y/N is such a wonderful woman. It's clear that you raised her well– no, really, I'm serious. She's the most lovely person I've ever met"

he's quite evasive when it comes to discussing his job and past. he brushes off all questions by saying that his work at the Agency is top secret and his childhood was a✨️dark time✨️ that he doesn't want to talk about

but besides that all convos go super well. Dazai's a very smart person and he just knows how to talk to people

overall he makes a good first impression, but your parents are a bit weary of him since he's so secretive

-1 point cuz he starts lightly squeezing your thighs and touching you under the table just to see you squirm (this man is shameless)

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

takes your parents to the fanciest restaurant in the city– his treat of course, around half a year after the two of you start dating

he does show he's a bit nervous but it's super cute

Chuuya, just like Dazai, is willing to talk about anything except his occupation and childhood. he may twist some stories from his past and make it sound like he had a normal family growing up but he feels bad about it after

he keeps getting phone calls from his colleagues so he constantly gets up and leaves the table, which spoils the mood a bit but it's nothing major

Chuuya is the definition of a gentleman so your parents love him. he also doesn't refrain from telling them how amazing you are and how happy you make him

after hearing so much about your relationship your parents naturally want to know if you're going to take things a step further and oh he's so flustered

"Well um... we haven't thought that far yet but maybe in the future if things go well... yes I'd be happy to make her my fiancé"

if your parents do give him the blessing in advance his heart melts. and it's so obvious how grateful he is

at the end of the night he drives your parents home. yes, he rents a fancy car just for that purpose– and thanks them for agreeing to meet him

i feel like Chuuya would be very moved by the whole interaction. it's only been the first time meeting your parents and they already welcomed him in your family. he never had that growing up, didn't have the luxury of sitting around a table with his parents and just chatting and eating dinner like that and it truly makes him soft. he wants it again

he can barely sleep that night– just lays awake in bed and watches you sleep, thinking of how lucky he is to have you. he realizes that maybe your parents are right, maybe he should propose to you. after all, he does love you oh so dearly and knows that you're the only one for him

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

protect this man at all costs he's so anxious when he meets your family for the first time

right off the bat he doesn't make the best first impression– he's too tense and lowkey a bit mean. he's in foreign territory and he gets defensive

considering that he's been on TV before your parents know that he's part of the Port Mafia so they're also a bit awkward

neither of you know what to say or talk about at the beginning so Akutagawa excuses himself to make a phone call just to gather his thoughts. naturally, you go after him to reassure him that everything is fine but it doesn't really help

"I can't just relax, Y/N. They hate me, literally hate me. This was such a bad idea we shouldn't have done this."

"No, no Ryuu it's alright. They don't hate you they're just... weary of you. You knew it'd be like that but you just have to show them who you truly are" you encourage him, giving his hand a light squeeze "I know you can do this."

once you return to the table he composes himself and actually tries to chat with your parents. he's respectuful enough and when your parents warm up to him he fully relaxes

sweet boy rambles on about antiques and mentions Dazai at least once. other than that he doesn't talk much about his private life

overall 7/10 experience. bonus points cuz he helps your mom do the dishes and clean up the table

he needs a few days to process everything. for a while, Akutagawa truly believes that he fucked up the whole meeting and you were going to break up with him. ofc that's not the case but he's still overly anxious

needless to say the next time the four of you hang out he's much more relaxed and plans different conversation topics in advance so he can be prepared for anything

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

he comes over at your parents' place too. he brings flowers to your mom and some "homemade" cookies (he bought them from a bakery then put them in another box) so you can have a little snack over a cup of tea

he compliments your mom so the first impression is great

"My, my, madam, now I understand how your lovely daughter turned out to be so beautiful. She has your eyes"

man plays mind games with your parents and speaks in riddles so he comes across as a bit of a pompous ass😔 his menacing aura doesn't really help much either but besides that he's super respectful

he really impresses your parents with his knowledge but they still find him a bit shady since he doesn't share anything about his occupation and upbringing

if they really insist with questions Fyodor straight up lies– and it's scary how nonchalant he is about it

after you all drink a cup of tea and eat something he plays cards or chess with your dad so they can have a 'man to man' talk

at the end of the visit your parents like him. Fyodor manages to paint a nice picture for himself and gets their approval– but it's mostly half thruths which naturally upsets you

so once you're back to your place and you confront him he just says it's for the best they don't know the whole truth. ofc that starts a little argument

"Myshka, please understand that I cannot divulge important information about what I do"

"I know and I'm not asking you to. I just don't want you to lie to my parents. You put me in a very uncomfortable position and now I have to keep lying from now on. It's not fair."

"That may be the case... but don't worry your pretty head over it. I'll take care of everything."

"Okay but then how do I know you haven't been lying to me too?"

"No, no, my dear. I would never lie to you"

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #dazai bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd headcanons #chuuya bsd #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #fyodor bsd #bungo stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #akutagawa bsd #bsd akutagawa #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bungou stray dogs dazai

[multifandomfanatic02]

"You didn't know, pt.1"

Pairing: Alastor x fem!OC?? (pulled the name out of a hat honestly)

Warning: mentions of r*pe, detailed murder,

Summary: it was never mentioned as to why Alastor turned to murder. Maybe it could have been because he lost someone important to him? Who knows really?

a/n: I tried my best to stick to Alastor's character and respect his sexuality. If you think this needs any improvement or if you have some kind criticism, please let know! And if this liked enough I'll make a part two! (itsbeentwelveyearssinceihavewrittenanythingpleasebenice)

Spring of 1915

Alastor had been a victim of his mother's matchmaking since he was seventeen. Seven dates have been attempted in 5 years total.

No, he was more focused on his occupation as a writer. What Alastor was truly in love with, the smooth jazz that blessed his ears, to the dancing, the books. He was clearly an art enthusiast. And there was one artist's work he admired more than anything. Lillian Fletcher. She was a high position in a very popular magazine and newspaper. Decided what was trendy and what wasn't. While her job is more in the line of sales, Lillian's colleagues agree to let her put her own articles in them. They get hella cash flow.

Crazy as it is, no one has seen what she looked like. When conferences with celebrities happen, it's like she's there in spirit and the articles just show up in the papers one day. I guess you could say it's what Alastor admired about Lillian, she was obviously a humble woman. Someone who cared about her work as much as he did his. Even more so loved the same things he did.

A special night was approaching, Alastor was going to join the press as a journalist for a conference. Even get to do an interview with the famous guest. It was such a grand occasion, he wore his best suit. A black suit rimmed with red buttons and red seams around the collar and of course a red dress shirt underneath. Took the breath away from most of the women that glanced at him during the little shindig.

"Look at my handsome little man, I'm so proud of you, mon cœur." Alastor's mother beams at him with pride, rubbing her fingers against his cheek. He grabs her hand and guides her to the bar.

"Thanks mama, I'm really glad you get to be here with me tonight. Can't imagine anyone else to spend this night with, I mean that." Her eyes start to swell as tears spill out of them. He chuckles wiping them away with the back of his hand. The lights finally begin to dim and the guest comes out on stage. "It's time mama, I need to join the crowd." Alastor unpockets his pen and pad and walks to the chaos of the press unfolding before him.

2 hours gone by and he gets maybe 3 questions out of him. This guest isn't particularly nice. He's obviously rushing the journalist and being very um.. kind of an asshole with his replies. Then again it was to be expected from this one. It's why he's Alastor first real job after all.

"Can you please answer respectfully for once? Stop being an ass to the people who will write your story one day." Everything goes quiet and all heads turn to the back of the crowd. A woman.

"Who are you to speak to me that way, slut." He says giving her a disdainful expression.

"I apologize sir, I just want to know as to why you treat everyone like garbage."

"Miss.. does your husband know you are here." He scoffs, taken aback by the woman's comment.

"I am not married, sir." Her eyes are stoic, there's no signs of kidding on her face.

"That explains a lot. No one wants a woman with a mouth like that.. anyhow, ma'am I think you are done here. Guards! See to it that this.. woman.. leaves the building." He snaps his fingers calling the guards over.

Everyone in the crowd obviously disgusted by attitude. Who gave her the right to talk to HIM that way. Only one pair of eyes saw her differently than anyone else. Alastor. She was glorious. He has never seen someone so beautiful in AND out like this before. The woman wore a royal blue drop-waist dress made of silk and velvet with beads and tiers. Thick mid length hair pinned up in a bob, in attempt to keep it all in place. Pearls adorned her neck beautifully.

He walked out the building following loosely behind, his hand rubbing the back of his neck briefly.

"Are you alright, miss?" He speaks softly to her, trying to not speak the woman.

"Ah yes, thank you, I apologize for my behavior back there. You didn't have to come after me." She hugs her arms and paces back and forth, irritation clearly visible on her face.

"I believe it was very much needed. He certainly needed to be put in his place. Who better than you." Alastor's lips grew into a soft grin. She stopped pacing finally taking a really good look at him. Handsome, is all she thought. "May I ask for your name?" He bent down grabbing her hand kissing the back of it.

A blush flooded her face from her cheeks to the tips of the ears. "L-Lillian Fletcher... and you are?" He looked up in shock to her response, clearing his throat.

"My name is Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure indeed!" His smile turned into a starstruck expression. "So you are the Lillian Fletcher that works for the magazine?!" She nodded nervously as Alastor struggled to keep his cool. "I love your articles and sales pitches! It's what inspired me to shoot my shot with an actual job in journalism. I've been writing for as long as I can remember."

"I'm so glad to hear that, my job is my everything. I'm very passionate about it." Her hand hovers over her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Say, Ms. Fletcher, would you like to have dinner with me?" He holds out his arm for her to take as she gladly accepts, wrapping her hand around it with a smile.

"Call me Lili."

Summer of 1917

"How do I look, mama?" Lillian looked at her future mother in law, holding back her tears. Her knuckle grazed under her eyes to keep from ruining the makeup. The dress she wore was an ivory colored low v-neck dress full of lace and the sleeves were nothing but loose tassels. The most gorgeous wedding dress you'd have ever seen. Her hair was neatly curled and pinned up, feathered boa wrapped around her back and arms, elbow length silk gloves, a string of pearls around the neck, and finally a flower crown. Never has someone looked so elegant.

Alastors hands ran through his hair pacing around in the dressing room. No way was this perfect day about to happen for him. He never thought that one day he'd be married. Alastor has always kept to himself, never found anyone attractive enough. He believed the romance life wasn't for him. While it's partly true, he surely was in love deeply. However both agreed that they never wanted children. Never thought they needed to have intimacy to have love. It would be the perfect life with their work, passions and each other of course.

"Ooo honey, you are looking handsome. Can't wait for you to see Lillian. She's glowing." She says letting herself into his room. She walks towards and pulls him down by the collar to fix his bow tie. "My baby boy, finally getting married."

"Thank you mama, for everything. I'll be sure to pass on your jambalaya recipe to her." He snickers, getting a whack in the arm from her.

"Don't start with me now, boy, you're never to old for a whoopin. You hear me?"

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The wedding has started in the chapel and everyone takes their seats. Alastor already tearing up from the band playing music. His fingers fidgeting with eachother in front of him. His bride in all her glory walking down the aisle as if she was a star in the sky.

They took each other's hands holding their breaths as the priest gets through his speech. The wedding was very simple and short event. Due to both groom and bride's status, it was best to keep it a secret and only allow close family. Meaning Alastor's mom and their pet black cat.. Lucifer.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." That moment lasted for what felt like forever.

Winter of 1928.

Eleven years have passed, both are 34 years of age and their relationship has nothing but flourished since they were married.

Lillian has retired from her life of writing for the public to devote herself to her husband. It's been peaceful and life has never felt better. Alastor on the other hand was promoted to radio host as soon as they were being sold to consumers. It's one thing to write it all out on paper but another to broadcast his interviews and music live to listeners with similar interests. It was... a thrill to him. He and his wife have became quite the team on radio. She often helps him figure out pitches to his audience to boost it.

"Al dear, don't you think it's time for bed?" Lillian's hands wrapped around his neck and ran down his chest, leaning down enough to place a kiss on his head. "You've been working on next week's interview all day. Time to rest, darling."

He sighs and squeezes her hand before nodding. "Alright mon amour." He stands up dragging his feet to their shared bed, tucking each other in. Lillian stroked his hair in hopes to bring him some comfort. He pulls her into his chest. "I will never love anyone other than you. You are mine for eternity."

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"Why haven't you told me about this before?!"

"I just didn't want you to worry about it.. you've got a big show coming up soon."

"Hate to break it to you, darling, but someone stalking you is a lot more important to me than a damn show!" Lillian silenced herself, looking away from Alastor's gaze. "I'm staying home."

"No! You can't! That show is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"YOU are my one opportunity! If something happened to you.. I would go Insane." He gripped her shoulders tightly.

"Fine.. Let's make a deal, Al dear. You stay at home all week, but on the day of your show, we take extra precautions to the house and you go. After that you can stay home as much as you want." Lillian says in a serious tone and holds out her hand.

"Deal."

⛧ ⛧ ⛧

The day had finally come and both were feeling nervous. In truth, neither of them wanted Alastor to leave. But with the extra precautions in the house, there was no point in staying home. She was right, this chance will never come again.

The stalker in question had done this sort of thing to several women in the past, many of which had simply gone missing. The ones that were found had been abused and stabbed in the spine causing paralysis, and yes, dead. What a horrific way to die, they both thought. So far there have been 6 victims.

"Are you ready, dear?" Lillian asks helping his coat on. Alastor's expression looking out of place. He was scared and couldn't look her in the eyes, fearing it could be the last time he sees them.

"Are you sure you can't come with me?" He grabs her hand and holds it to his chest. His heart beat a mile a minute.

"You know I'm not allowed there anymore. Or have you forgotten?" She chuckles in attempt to comfort her husband. Obviously not working. Alastor was heartbroken, the only thing he could think of now was to hurry up and get his show done and over with so he can come home. Almost like it wasn't important anymore.

"I've got you a gift." He pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. Lillian took the box and opened it, revealing a locket. 'Mon amour'. She opened it up to see a picture of them on their wedding day. Happy as can be. "No matter what happens know that you are the most important thing in my life." She smiled up at him and gave him a big hug before thanking him. It's beautiful.

"Time to go, my darling." She gives him one last passionate kiss before pushing his butt out the door and locking it. It was cruel to do that however, if it dwelled on it any longer he'd surely break his promise. In reality, she was panicking about being left alone. For good reason...

.

.

.

Alastor's body finally relaxed after 4 hours of his show, it was the most enjoyable one so far. Interviewing the mayor, he was a lot nicer than expected and obviously cared for his people. It wasn't until one of the new journalists came barging in that everything changed.

"Uh oh we've got some breaking news! A new victim of the killer. Our seventh victim is the magazine writer and trend-setter, Lillian Lili?!..." He held his breath as a lump formed in his throat. Immediately getting up, turning on his heels, and hurrying out of the building. His hands were shaking in hopes that she was at the very least still alive. Maybe this was a different situation.

Police and the press had already arrived hours before. Pushing through the crowd, a policeman placed a hand on his chest to keep him at bay.

"Are you Mrs. Lillian's husband?" The policeman asked. Alastor's glared down at the man keeping him away from his wife. "I'm afraid I have to tell you that she was killed. I cannot let you go on further for your own good."

"H-How did this happen.. the house was covered in as many locks as we could find! Wood bolted to the windows and-"

"It was not a break in, sir. He had been living in your cellar for what may have been... a week?." Alastor's color drained from his face. In the cellar? He had locked his wife in there with that criminal?

He pushed past the policeman and ducked under the police tape. No one stopped him in time before he saw the scene unfold in front of him. Just like the other women. She had been assaulted and puddles of blood ran from her back. Alastor drops to his knees and grips his hair, crying hysterically. Something snapped within him. His cries suddenly turned into insane laughter. It appalled everyone. He goes over and picks her up and cradles her lifeless body in his own. The blood staining his clothes.

"You can't do that! This is a crime scene! You can't mess with evidence. It belongs to the police department!" The police officer yelled at him. Alastor said nothing continuing to hold her. He knew what to do..

Winter of 1933

̷̍̇̄̐̂̏͊̒̈́ "Breaking News! We have an update on Paul Benjamin. You know the one serial killer who has had an open case for 20 years. Well.. HE'S DEAD HAHAHAHA!" Alastor beat on his desk laughing before clearing his throat. "I apologize for my outburst, it just about time it happened don't y'all agree?" He said calming down and wiping the tears from his eyes. "I wonder who's next on this antihero's list."

It had been 5 years since Lillian's death. While he is working through the pain, his methods to cope is questionable. Four years ago Alastor had decided he wanted to deal with his wife's murderer himself. A year of following his movements and actions eventually paid off. A new addiction emerged to the surface. How easy it was to pierce human skin, to the screams of misery and pain. It was such an amazing feeling. Why stop there? There are people who deserve the same. Nine monsters.. nine people killed by Alastor's hand. Each deeply researched and carefully chosen.

The walk back home from the studio was peaceful. Nothing could make this night better. Many horrors have been removed from the streets of New Orleans thanks to him. Thankfully he was never suspected in any of them. Alastor was very particularly careful how he handled them. Every single seeming to be an accident or su**ide. To the public, it was almost like a miracle. But to the criminals themselves, they knew. Who was next on this mastermind's list? Paranoia set in to them all.

"Ahh what a day my dear, wish you could be here to see what I've accomplished." His laugh was maniacal. He removed his jacket and put it on the hanger on the door. "You are safe now, my darling. We're getting closer to having a free city of monsters."

"I knew it was you.." a voice whispered to Alastor from behind him, holding a knife to his neck. "The only monster left in this town is you, Al." Alastor stayed quiet and slowly reached for the knife in his vest pocket. "I d-don't want to kill you. I understand why you did it but your wife would not like this. Just submit yourself to the police and I will let you go."

He belted the insane laughter, making the man steadily walk backwards in fear. "Understand? You could never understand." Alastor swiped his finger across the cut on his neck left by the knife, and licking it. "I just enjoy doing it." He swiftly shoved the knife into the man's chest.

"Hmmm.. where to put this one. Ah I got it." Unlike all the others, this one was a surprise bonus to the collection. The only possible place to deal with this one was the forest a few acres behind his home. No one went in due to the stories of crytids and it being haunted. It was perfect.

He grabs the shovel sitting against the treeafter placing the corpse in the hole, filling it up with dirt. Upon hearing voices creeping upon him, he looked over his shoulder briefly just for everything to go dark.

"Uh.. I don't think that was a deer, Bill."

"What?"

Present day in Hell

"Congratulations, your highness. Never doubted you for a second. The hotel is starting to gain attraction. " Alastor bowed to Charlie with his hand on his chest.

"You know damn well you're only here for the entertainment. You even said it was a ridiculous idea." Vaggie tapped her feet and crossing her arms.

"Ah yes well... I apologize. Regardless I'm glad everything worked out this way." He gripped his cane, his static-y voice glitching out a bit.

"Speaking of attraction, don't you think it'd be a good idea to put out more commercials and articles about the hotel. Maybe the sinners will take it seriously this time." Charlie paced back and forth before looking to Alastor.

"Good idea! And I know just the person." The one he referred was a commonly feared overlord. One that could potentially out matched Alastor himself. Maere. The dream demon. His shtick was that he can sneak into nightmares and manipulate humans and sinners to sign away their souls for something as simple as a piece of clothing. A soul for an easily attainable item. Despicable.

All the souls he owns have been known to be abused within his possession. On top of it, he rents them out to customers for whatever they need. Because of his collection of talented souls, he has earned his spot in several companies from technology and fashion to restaurants and sinful services.

Now Alastor does not like dealing with demons like him. He was a murderer but only to those who deserve it or push his buttons. Being acquaintances with Maere was useful at times. In the past he has secretly helped free some of them from the contracts with him. This was not one of those times.

The square of pentagram city, where you will find all the fashion stores and new technology. Anything you may need really, including Maere's headquarters.

"Alastor! Our beloved radio demon. I figured your ass would show up around here at what point, old friend." He rubbed his cigarette between his fingers putting it in the ash tray before standing up to greet him.

"Ah ha ha.. don't call me that. I'm just here to do business." He swiped his dhoulder pad before putting both hands atop his cane. "I'm sure you've heard about princess Charlotte's hotel kicking up attention. I'm here to see if you have any souls that would be perfect in advertising the hotel. Someone who is persuasive and talented with writing."

"Hmmm I may have someone like that. Only if you promise to STOP RELEASING THEM FROM MY CONTRACTS!" He held out his hand in hopes of agreeing on a deal.

"I guess I could.. fine, you've got a deal." He grapped Maere's hand, shaking it. Maere grips his hand and leans closer to Alastor.

"I mean it. You're dead if you do." Alastor's expression stayed composed.

. . . . .

"Let me introduce you to my star saleswoman. She does a lot of the Vees advertisements in tv, newspaper, and magazine. Quite the talented one if I do say so myself. She's good for other things as well if you kbow what I mean." He was quite a cruel 'master'. Every single soul he owned was only allowed to do anything unless they are rented or if he decides to use them. And the way he made sure were restraints on both the face and arms. A metal mask was bolted to behind there heads covering their whole face with matching metal restraints that kept their forearms tight against their backs.

This woman was no different. On the other hand, her clothing was rather elegant. A beautiful evening gown that looked like it'd have been popular in the 1920s. It was a loose-fitting floor length dress that flared at the knees; low v-neck, flowy mesh sleeves. The base of it was red silk while the outside was full of fringe and black lace details. Her hair was black with curls that reached her shoulders, with long ears sticking out the top of her head. Little fluffy tail sticking out the back of her dress, and to top it off were her very long paws. I guess her feet were to big to find shoes for her. A rabbit demon?

"Does this one at the very least have a name?" Alastor questioned Maere. He thought about it before snapping his fingers.

"Ah yes! She is soul 19,281!" He pushed her into Alastor's chest, making her stumble and drop something off around her neck. Maere released her from the restraints letting her scramble for the necklace on the ground. He disappeared letting Alastor do his thing.

"I despise having to do dealings with that demon. Are you alright little lady." Alastor leaned down to grab the necklace for her. A locket? He opened it seeing the inside, having it suddenly be ripped from his hand. It was him and his wife. The two finally gazed up at each other in awe.

"...Lili?"

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[mymoonagedaydream]

Part 1

Summary: Maybe the relationships worth fighting for were the ones in which you had to fight the hardest.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, vague references to violence, light public wankery

Author’s Note: This one has been sitting in my inbox for literal years so I hope you’re still in an angsty mood after all this time. Was meant to be a oneshot but hey I got carried away what can I say.

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Three loud knocks hammered against your door. It made you jump every time he did that, you were used to your guests ringing the buzzer.

You checked the time as you hurried across the length of your cramped apartment, cursing under your breath when you saw that it was almost nine. Him finishing work this late was never good news. Whatever had happened, whether it be another drawn out meeting or an unplanned, after-hours assignment, it would almost definitely have left him in a shitty mood.

You sighed. It used to be that bad days for him were few and far between, now they seemed to outnumber the good ones. 

Sliding the chain off and turning the lock, your heart sank when you pulled the door backwards and caught sight of his miserable expression. You wished so much that there was more you could do to uplift him when he felt like this but, short of marching into his office and scolding his colleagues as if they were suave-suited school children, you were helpless. All you could do was try to help him take his mind off things.

“Hey, Hot Shot.”

He managed to summon a weak but warm smile, planting a kiss on your temple as he shuffled past. “Hey. The crazy newspaper lady let me in again.”

“I figured,” you pushed the door shut and followed him inside, “did she give you another fistful of clippings?”

“Whatta you think?”

He stuffed a hand into his pocket and set down a few scrunched up papers on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch. With a smirk, you picked them up and smoothed them out, scanning your eyes over the headlines. 

“Bless her, she always saves the business stories for you.”

“Yeah, why is that?”

“Probably ‘cause you’re always in a suit and I’m always referring to you as Hot Shot.”

“You talk to her?”

Realising your mistake, you stopped absentmindedly thumbing through the clippings, lifted your gaze to his and shrugged. “Occasionally.”

He narrowed his eyes. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn't like the idea of you going near her, he thought it wasn’t safe, probably thought you’d end up locked in her apartment and chopped into tiny pieces that she’d save and use as bullion cubes. 

So now probably wasn’t the best time to bring up your weekly visits to her apartment for coffee and cake. 

Sure, she was a little intimidating to look at, with her wild eyes and deep, sunken cheeks, but she was a sweetheart really. She’d started tearing up newspapers in the downstairs lobby after her husband died a few years ago. He loved his morning reading and she loved clipping out his favourite stories and saving them for him, apparently doing it for other people was the only thing keeping her going now she was alone. You just wished you could think of a way to explain all that to Bucky without incurring his paranoia.

His glare wasn’t letting up. You knew if you didn’t swiftly change the subject there was a danger he might start trying to convince you to move into his much nicer, much bigger and much safer apartment again. As much as you appreciated the offer, it had taken so much for you to move to the city on your own, and you weren’t ready to give up your independence just yet. You were happy the way things were.

You cut in as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Rough day?”

His head collapsed backwards. “Mhmm.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Nah, s’alright, just seemed like everyone was out to piss me off.”

“Can’t say I blame ‘em.”

He chuckled gruffly as you flopped down beside him, his arm moving to cradle your shoulders and hug you tight to his side. “Have you eaten?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“You wanna order pizza?”

“Definitely.” 

You leaned forward and rustled around for the takeout menu in your coffee table junk drawer. Bucky shifted slightly, out the corner of your eye you could see him starting to dig the fingers on his free hand into his knee. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking again.

“Can I pay this time?”

“We’ll split it.” 

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”

“Buck.” You gave him a look as you dropped the menu in his lap. “We’ll split it.”

He didn’t push back. You’d gotten pretty good at standing your ground out of necessity because, if Bucky got his way, you’d never be allowed to spend a single dollar. He earned a lot more than you, a helluva lot more, but you still preferred to keep things equal. You got by just fine. 

The two of you settled in on the couch together. He hustled downstairs when the buzzer sounded and you demolished the pizza in front of the TV, enjoying the peace of each other's company, chuckling at whatever shitty reality show was on at 9pm on a weeknight. 

Despite his best efforts, though, it was obvious that something still wasn’t quite right with him. He needed some help unwinding.

“Hey, you wanna hear something funny? It might cheer you up.”

His head lolled towards you, a wide smile creeping over his lips. “Go on.”

“So, at work this afternoon, Judy was doing her rounds upstairs when she noticed a guy tucked in the corner by adult fiction. It’s pretty routine to get the odd embarrassed reader trying to hide away up there but apparently he was grunting like a professional tennis player , her words.”

“Jesus.”

“Mhmm. So she called the cops and they hustled up there, apparently he’d been jerking off in the aisle to a fucking Mills & Boon novel called The Dark Duke . We had to get the janitor to get rid of it in a biohazard bag, poor guy. He’ll probably call in sick tomorrow from the trauma.” You were laughing through your words but, when you looked over at Bucky, an incredibly stern face was looking back. “C’mon, you gotta admit that’s funny.”

“It’s not funny that you’re around creeps like that every day.”

“This city is full of creeps, just so happens that a few of them have library cards.” You flashed your eyebrows at him, he didn’t even crack a smile. “Jesus, Buck, you don’t think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“No, I don’t.”

The two of you fell into silence. His eyes flicked away from you for a second, his expression suddenly becoming resolute. You could see the words forming in his throat. You knew exactly what was coming.

“You really need to think about coming to work at my place.”

You jumped up from the couch. “I can’t have this conversation again.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re already in a shitty mood and me making the same argument I’ve made a thousand times before isn’t gonna help.”

You picked up the empty pizza box and trudged through to the kitchen, hoping that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t, unfortunately, because he decided it was smart to jump up and follow you like an irritating child.

“I just don’t get why you won’t take it. It’s better money, better hours and we’ll practically be-”

“Practically be working together yeah, I know, I’ve heard this speech before and the answer is the same. Thank you, but I’m happy where I am.”

“You wanna work in a fuckin’ library forever?”

You threw the box down on the counter and swivelled round to face him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about my choices like that, like you know better.”

“Jesus, I’m just tryna’ look out for you.”

You shook your head, in disbelief that you’d been dragged into this argument once again. “Whatever.”

“Is that it?”

“I honestly don’t know what you want from me, Buck.”

“I want to know why you’d rather stay in a shitty job and a shitty apartment than have something better.”

“Because I don’t want to work for your fucking father, alright?”

His face dropped. You realised that your words had come out with much more venom than intended but, in all fairness, this had been building up for a while. You’d been with Bucky long enough to know what kind of business his family was in and you wanted no part of it. Your love for him had helped you move past your unease about what he did for a living, because you knew with utmost certainty that he was a good man at heart, but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to get dragged in too. 

He clenched his jaw for a second before biting his cheeks, his head slowly beginning to nod, anger rising in his face. You just waited. Anyone else might have been scared of him in this moment, of how he seemed to be coiling up like a threatened snake ready to strike, but you weren’t. He’d never given you any reason to be.

His mouth fell open but quickly snapped closed before any distinguishable words could escape. With a loud huff, he stormed away, yanking his jacket from the couch as he passed and tearing your front door open. 

You saw him hesitate in the corridor for a second. He brushed his hand over his hair before suddenly lashing out, striking the side of his fist against the doorframe. The whole wall shuddered.

“Whoa, hey.” You hurried over and reached for his shoulder. “That looked like it hurt, are you-”

He grabbed you. 

Your eyes locked with his, you’d never seen him this angry before. In fact, you were so caught up in his warped expression that it actually took you a few seconds to feel his grip, to feel how tightly he was squeezing and how his fingertips dug into the space between the veins and tendons in your wrist. You frantically looked down at his white-knuckled hand and tried to yank yourself free, hoping that any amount of resistance would encourage him to release. He didn’t let go. You looked back up at him. 

No words were exchanged, but you saw in his face the moment he realised he was hurting you. The redness in his cheeks seemed to drain away in an instant, leaving behind a deathly paleness that highlighted how quickly the tension dissolved from the muscles in his jaw and forehead. 

He let go.

With panic thumping in your chest, you quickly stepped backwards and slammed the door. You sheltered behind it, frozen, as he softly knocked against the wood and apologised over and over again. 

You stayed there until you heard him walk away.

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Part 2

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[boldlypurplelight]

Love is a drug|| JJK|| 5

Pairing: Yandere Jungkook × Female Reader

Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal.

Summary: OC had a very Happy life with her lovely Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old ceo ; but things take a vast turn and oc finds herself in critical condition.

CHAPTER 5

Jungkook had been waiting for yn, he had been trying to prepare for her birthday although your colleagues are preparing for it. He wanted to birthday to be special. He smiled already imagining your happy face.

Someone tapped on his shoulder, thinking it'd be yn he turned around only to be shocked. It was Sarah. The girl who came up week ago to his office.

Sarah smiled "Hello Mr. Jeon". Sarah was surprised, in real. Seeing this as a opportunity she went upto him.

Jungkook was shocked but he felt eerie comfortable with Sarah, he didn't know why.

"Hello!! Miss Sarah, I didn't see you there" as he scratched his head.

"I see, I have made a red velvet cake as you said. Umm, will you have the time to..." Sarah acted upon her character. She made herself look angel who can never do any wrong but the reality was something else.

Jungkook saw the hesitation and smiled to make her comfortable with him.

"Ofcourse, I'd love to" he spoke with gentle and friendly voice making her smile.

Sarah looked at her right she saw yn, it seemed like heavens were blessing her today. It was satisfying to see Yn's sad face. It didn't disappoint her.

YN on the other hand had her bitter feeling which was abandoned, rise again. The peculiar feeling bubbling in her hear, couldn't accept the fact that Jungkook was talking and smiling to none other than Sarah. That dangerous women. Yn had heard about her being homewrecker.

Nayeon said that once she had an affair with a married man. Here she was watching Jungkook talking not any other woman but her.

Yn turned around and left, leaving a message that she couldn't come to deck because of work. She couldn't face him.

SHE COULD NOT.

It would look pathetic to even go to them.

Nayeon was shocked as she saw yn coming back early. Ynn always had the trust on both of the girls so she didn't hesitate to tell her.

"I saw Sarah talking with Jungkook!!" It was all took Nayeon to burst out.

"What The Fuck!! I told you that bitch is cooking something" Nayeon knew Sarah very well, infact when Sana told her that Sarah was asking for yn's birthday, she knew something was wrong.

"It doesn't matter, he shouldn't be that fool to fall in her trap" YN exclaimed. She was not defending Sarah but a successful CEO can't even differentiate between acting and real, how stupid he must be.

"We don't clap with one hand Nayeon"

"Then go, talk to him and clear it out before it gets complicated" Nayeon made a point but yn wasn't satisfied.

"Jungkook are you cheating on me with that hoe? Damn!!! There goes my dignity" yn said with a mimic voice on how she would confront him, she felt pathetic honestly.

Jungkook and Yn were chilling in Jungkook's house. Unknowingly yn felt that Jungkook was distancing himself as if she was his least priority, as if she was not even there.

"I think I should go" yn suddenly exclaimed making Jungkook look at her in confusion.

He blinked "Why?"

"Cuz I don't think you're a bit interested staying with me" yn said with a harsh tone. She was enraged, Jungkook had talked to many womens no doubt but he never acted up like that.

"What's up with you? You literally ignore me as if I'm never there."

Jungkook was little nervous by this point he didn't know what to say and that somehow gave the answers to yn. It cleared her mind that Jungkook is having an affair with Sarah.

"I'm leaving!!!" Yn turned around, she had enough of this bullshit.

"Wait, Yn!!! Are you serious? You want to go just because you think I'm ignoring you? You don't even care about me"

Yn had frown on her face now, was he trying to blame it on her?. She turned around again to face him.

"I saw you walking out of the deck!! You just threw me under the bus and walked away" Jungkook was fuming as well as yn.

"Well no shit you deserved that"

It looked like everything stopped, his face had sullen now with tears threatening to come out as his ruthless girlfriend turned around and walked away from his door.

Rainfall has started off as June's first week came by. Yn was heading towards Jungkook's office. She felt guilty for lashing out on him. When it was her fault too for not confronting him.

She was going to confront him now. She had to make it clear-

"I regret meeting her" that's what she heard, it was Jungkook's voice. She opened the door slowly and what she saw next broke her heart.

Sarah was there, sitting on Jungkook's lap in in office. He was talking about her.

Yn couldn't believe, she stole her man just in few days. NO! Jungkook fell in her trap just in few days. Was he that stupid? Was this he wanted all along.

Yn was about to slam the door and confront him until what she heard chilled her bones.

"I could even kill her for you baby!!"

She was not disgusted, not sad but terrified now. For her own life. He sat there as if he didn't just threaten to take her life. Yn never knew she would be seeing this things before her own birthday.

As for yn knew now she has to go far......Far away from him.

Author's note: Whoosh!!!! The drama is unfolding. Guys why do you think Jungkook is distancing from yn?? Let me know in comments. Get ready for next chapter, Yandere Jungkook is on the way.

And one more thing, THANK YOU SO MUCH ARMYS!!. 250+ likes and 10 reblogs. Never knew I'll get this much love in my first series. Keep loving the series, much more love to you guys. 💟💟💟

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[dianneking]

Intoxicated - Larissa x Reader -  Drink Two. Truly Bloody Mary.

Summary: Larissa is a handsy drunk. Vampire!Teacher!Reader is a sad drunk. This fact, and their inability to talk about their feelings, blows what could simply be a drunken accident out of proportion. 

Angst! Drama! Drunkenness! 

Part one is  here.

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A/N: I am quite ambivalent about this second part. It totally spun out of control from my original idea, but at the same time it kinda made sense, so I didn't want to scrap this second chapter to make a new one. I might revisit this in the future to have an alternative second chapter, but not anytime soon for sure. Beware of the content warnings below if you are at risk of being triggered.

TW second chapter: Drinking, intoxicated people, blood, swearing, angst, mentions of dubious consent, talk of death, talk of self harm, in-depth talk of suicidality. Please be safe if you are fragile, no fic is worth you suffering. 

“I know you have something to take off your chest.” Vlad closed the door to your quarters behind him with his shoulder, and toed his shoes off, his hands busy with the paper bag, crystal carafe and two shot glasses he was holding.

“Good evening to you too, Vlad, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this lovely Saturday night?” You sniped sarcastically. You were already in your nightclothes, not expecting any visitors, especially not him, friend or not.

The only person you had any interest in spending time with, which happened to be your boss and the person who had tried to seduce you while completely drunk, had apparently decided to pretend you had dropped off the face of the Earth, so you didn’t really want to partake in any other sort of interpersonal interaction for these two blissfully empty rest days. You even managed to swap patrolling duties with another colleague, just as to have an excuse to lock yourself in your room for the whole weekend.

“I don’t know what happened to you in the past days, but this sulking and hiding away is not something that is acceptable for a young stripping vampire such as yourself. So here I am coming to the rescue like the knight in shining armor that I am.”

He set down the two shot glasses and the decanter on your desk and proceeded to take a clear bottle and some blood packs from his paper bag.

“Vlad are you serious?”

“Truly Bloody Mary shots!” He announced cheerfully, tossing the now empty bag over his shoulder and perching precariously on the edge of the desk to pour the liquids in the carafe allowing them to mix properly. You were sitting in the only chair available, but that didn’t seem to dissuade him in the least. “The only way to get through heartache, as my old gramma always said, bless her nonexistent soul. Do you want to start talking without it or wait until they start to loosen your tongue?”

“Start pouring, you soulless bastard.”

“You know you love me, darling”

“That’s the only reason why you’re still alive.”

“Well, as alive as possible.”

“Truth.”

He expertly poured the first shots and held one out for you to take.

“What should we toast to?”

“To your gramma, bless her nonexistent soul.”

“Indeed! To my bunica!”

That started a long series of toasts, each growing more and more absurd as the mix of blood and alcohol started to have its effect on the both of you.

“To…to alcohol!” You proposed, raising the shot glass once again “That brings out fiends from the most frigid bitches!”

“Hear hear!” Vlad downed his quickly, before pouring some more. The carafe was starting to be quite emptier than when you started out. “To those frigid bitches, may the alcohol always flow in their veins!”

You nodded solemnly, trying to raise your glass to match his, but only managing to slosh it around. “To those bitches, like Principal Weems!”

Vlad had been halfway through his shot when you added your two cents to the toast and he choked, spraying alcoholic blood all over the front of your nightclothes.

“Gee, thanks for that, Vlady, I really needed to upgrade my wardrobe to baby vampire’s first feeding”

He was still trying to recatch his breath from the coughing access that had followed his accidental inhalation of the shot.

“I’m sorry…what?” He managed to choke out “What does Weems have to do with this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were talking of frigid bitches who need alcohol to loosen up”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, but it seems a bit too specific…did something happen between you and Weems? You’ve been giving each other the cold shoulder since Outreach Day.”

“Of course nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. And she has been the one giving me the cold shoulder, that ungrateful piece of s-“

“Woah woah woah. Hold your horses. That doesn’t sound like the reaction one has when nothing happened, so here.” Vlad got a hold of your favorite mug, lying abandoned on the other side of your desk, and poured a generous amount of Truly Bloody Mary mix. “Drink up and tell daddy Vladdy what happened to make you so pissed at her. I honestly thought you had the biggest crush on her for ages.”

You took a sip of the concoction and suddenly sadness overwhelmed you like a tidal wave. Oh, how you wished you could go back to when you simply had a crush for her, when all you did was admire her from afar and imagine how her lips would feel like on your skin…

You suddenly broke into sobs, holding onto your mug with both hands as big, salty tears came rolling down your cheeks. It felt like a dam had broken within you and you simply couldn’t stop.

“Oh my baby. What happened? I’m so sorry.” Vlad was really astonished at your sudden outburst, but he tried to comfort you as best as he could, jumping down from the table to pull you out of your seat and in an awkward hug, the drink still somewhat caught between you as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. “Here, let’s sit on the bed, and tell me everything.” You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will your tears into submission. The sobbing stopped, but your eyes kept stubbornly watering. You took a large gulp of the drink in your hand, the vodka burning your throat as if you hadn’t been drinking it for the past – how long had it been? –  Time was starting to lose all meaning in your alcohol-induced haze.

“I did have a crush on her. I…I think I still do.” You tried to start explaining, Vlad’s hand still rubbing your back and giving you the comfort you needed to keep going, but how could you even explain? “But now it’s painful. Do you understand? I don’t want to have a crush on her anymore! Not after…” you drank some more, hoping to stop your voice from breaking again.

“After what? What happened?”

“It was the night after the absolute clusterfuck that was Outreach Day and…Laris-Principal Weems…I found her drunk in her office. Like drunk drunk. Like, slurring words and all that jazz drunk. I…I thought I could help her” You couldn’t help yourself, you spat the words out, angry at your past self for putting yourself into that situation out of the kindness of your heart.

“And?” Vlad was completely captivated by the story now. Even his hand has stopped his comforting motion on your back. He was suspended in the moment.

“And well, it turns out that Larissa Weems is one handsy drunk.”

“Oh my God. You two slept together?”

“No, Vlad! Who do you take me for? Didn’t you hear the part where she was completely out of it because she was drunk? She probably thought I was someone else anyway.” You didn’t even try to keep the bitterness out of your voice. The tears were not stopping, and you were starting to feel hollow inside. Vlad’s hand trembled slightly on your back before it resumed its circles. His voice trembled too, as he murmured in the softest voice you had ever heard him use.

“Darling did she…do things to you that you didn’t want?” The question took you aback. You didn’t expect Vlad to care that much. You were friends, yes, but more of the boisterous, over-the-top, ‘let’s get drunk together and have fun’ kind. This gentleness was not something you were used to.

“No, no I wouldn’t say that. I did want her to do that and much more to me, it’s just… I wanted her to be aware that she was doing it. And when she sobered up, she made it extremely clear that it was just the alcohol, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me. Not even small talk apparently.”

The sobs were back, and this time you didn’t even try to put a stop to them. You just put your mug down, and hid your face in Vlad’s chest, his other hand coming to wrap around you as he whispered comforting words “I’m so so sorry, dear. It’ll be alright, I promise. Tomorrow we’ll find a solution… Shh, It’ll be alright. I’m here with you.”

After what could have been minutes, hours or full days, your sad hiccupping subsided, and you tentatively detached from Vlad, “Thank you, I… I think I needed that.”

“What are friends for, darling?”

“Still, that was a lot to unload on you. I appreciate it.”

He stood up, picking up his paper bag from the floor, and putting all of the things back.

“It was my pleasure. Will you be alright tonight? Would you like me to stay?”

“I think I’ll be ok.” You could still feel the alcohol buzzing through your body, but the tidal wave of repressed emotions was gone. You picked up the mug again and drank it dry. “Thank you for the Truly Bloodies, your gramma was right as always”

“Ah, my bunica, she never missed a beat. Except that of her heart, of course.”

“Bless her nonexistent soul”

“Quite right. Sleep well, darling, and if you need me, feel free to come knocking. Tonight or anytime.”

You grasped his arm in an affectionate gesture. “Thank you.” You stressed the words, trying to impart how much you meant them.

And with a toothy grin, he was gone, living you so very alone.

Suddenly your small quarters felt almost claustrophobic around you. You needed air and you needed it now. You opened your door, and slipped through it, your bare feet not making any sound as they carried you like a ghost through the halls and up a small staff-only flight of stairs that brought you to one of your favorite places in Nevermore: the teachers’ terrace. It was a lovely place to come and think, and you were especially fond of it during the night. This is where you had come to decompress after Outreach Day, before your traitorous steps had brought you into Larissa’s grasp. You hadn’t come here since.

Just another bit of happiness that had been stolen from you in that fateful night. The knot was back into your throat, a mix of sadness, regret, and frustration. You had honestly thought you didn’t have any tears to cry anymore, but you can feel them prickling at your eyes nonetheless, undaunted.

Man, who’d have thought that you would turn out to be a sad drunk?

You took a deep breath, taking in the endless sky, riddled with stars. It was so breathtakingly beautiful. You let the tears fall again, unable to pinpoint even your emotions anymore. Were you sad at having had a glimpse of something with Larissa, just to have it so ruthlessly taken away? Or angry at her treatment of you from the morning after onwards? Both? Neither?

Slowly you walked up to your favorite place to sit, the parapet. There was something just so mesmerizing in sitting so far up over the world, the night breeze gently caressing your face, drying the tear tracks on your face before new ones were made in a never-ending sad game of chase. It was as if you were floating among the stars, offering them your heartbreak, and drinking their light in exchange.

It wasn’t the door opening behind you that diverted your attention from the heavens above, nor it was the surprised intake of breath of the person behind you; you were too deeply entrenched in your connection for that, tears freely flowing now, dripping onto your ruined nightclothes. It was the slow, controlled, almost circumspect sound of heels clacking on the stone floor of the terrace that finally did it. You turned your head and cursed your horrible luck.

Larissa stood frozen where she had been when you turned to look at her. Her eyes were open, alarmed, almost…scared. She was holding her hands up in a placating gesture.

“Hey there.” Her voice was high-pitched and uncomfortable. Why was she talking to you now, after going to great pains to avoid you? She didn’t make any fucking sense, and you didn’t want to waste any more time than you already did trying to interpret her behavior. You turned back to admiring the night sky, hoping that she would get the hint.

Clack. Another step in your direction, followed by a pause.

Clack. It was as if she was walking in slow motion and your slowly-sobering brain could not even try to understand why.

“I just wanted to check if everything is okay.” The words sounded wrong in that high, anxious tone, and at the same time they rang slightly familiar to you, like a memory out of context, or a déjà-vu. You kept ignoring her, choosing instead to look down on the faint lights of Jericho just some way off. They were not as pretty as the stars.

Clack.

Clack.

“May I talk with you?”

You wanted to scoff at her, but what came out was a strangled sob. You angrily wiped at your eyes, but the tears just kept falling.  Why did she have to come and torture you after ignoring you for days?

“Oh so now you want to talk?”

Clack.

“Please. I…I know you are in pain. I understand” What was up with the pleading, desperate undertones that her voice had? You couldn’t even begin to imagine. And you didn’t care.

Clack.

The last clack was right behind you. Strong arms snaked around your frame, hoisting you bodily off your seat and depositing gracelessly in a heap on the terrace floor. Larissa crouched between you and the parapet, her eyes still wide, her breathing labored with exertion.

“What the fuck, Larissa?” Whatever you had been expecting, a bodily assault was not it. The tears stopped, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel like you were hollow and broken inside. “Are you drunk, again?”

She physically recoiled, as if you had slapped her.

“No…no. I just. There’s ways to get help. Please.”

You shook your head, still not understanding. Were you being insulted here? “Are you telling me I should get help? Have you seen yourself?”

Her face scrunched up in a grimace, and she lowered her gaze “I… I know I’m not the right person for this but I can call someone else if you’d like. There’s always something that can be done.”

“Larissa, you’re not making any fucking sense right now”

“It’s alright. As long as you keep talking. Just…don’t do anything drastic.”

Keep them talking.  A lightbulb went off in your head. No wonder some of Larissa’s sentences sounded eerily familiar. You had received the same training as she did, when the people from the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline had come a couple of years ago to Nevermore.

“Larissa, I wasn’t about to jump!” The sheer absurdity of the situation dawned on you. That explained the cautious approach, the nervous voice, the bodily removal from your favorite sitting place.

“You…weren’t?”

“Is that what all of this was about? Are you out of your mind?”

Larissa bristled, her temper rising to match your disbelieving tone.

“What was I supposed to think? You were there, in the middle of the night, blood down your front, sitting on the parapet and sobbing your heart out. And that was after days of retiring yourself from interaction with others.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“You think I don’t know?” Her voice was high, raw with emotion “How do you think I felt five minutes ago, believing you were ready to kill yourself because when I’m drunk I just cannot keep my bloody hands to myself? I…I don’t want to ever experience that again. I am so sorry to have caused you pain.” You were struck dumb. How did this become such a huge deal all of a sudden? Yes, she had broken your heart, but that was, as much as you liked to be dramatic, not a matter of life or death. You would get over it, especially if she stopped acting so fucking weird.

Larissa passed a distraught hand on her face, smudging the dark lines around her eyes. She changed her position and sat on the stone floor instead of crouching. She sighed, a sad, deep, all-encompassing sound of defeat.

“There’s another school for outcasts, up in Canada. It mainly caters to werewolves and doesn’t have the longstanding tradition that Nevermore has, but it will do, I guess.”

Your point, exactly. What was she going on about?

“Oh, so now you want to send me away? So that I’m out of sight and not at risk of reminding you of-“

“Of course not. I meant for myself. I will resign.” This shocked you out of your passive-aggressive state. Larissa leaving the school? That was absurd.

“You can’t be serious. Larissa, you are Nevermore. You cannot just resign over a drunken mistake. One that almost no one knows about, as well. I will keep my mouth shut, and…and keep out of your way if you want.”

“That is not what I want! Can’t you see? I molested you! You were helping me and in my drunken state I thought that meant that you reciprocated my feelings for you and I just assaulted you, my employee! I am not fit to be in charge of Nevermore. Hell, I shouldn’t even be in charge of a fish tank!”

“You…you have feelings for me?”

“Of all of what I said that’s what you choose to focus on? That’s not the point here! Being attracted to you doesn’t allow me to do things to you that you didn’t want to in the first place.”

You grasped her hand, and she jolted, as if you had tased her.

“Larissa, look at me.” Her blue eyes were full of tears, unguarded like that one fateful night, but this time due to the strength of her emotions, not the alcohol. You were seeing the true Larissa again, not Principal Weems and you would be damned if you didn’t take advantage of it. “I didn’t reject you because I didn’t want your advances. Quite the contrary. But you were drunk, and I was sober, and I didn’t want to take advantage of your uninhibited state just because I had a crush on you for the longest of times. It wasn’t right.”

“You…don’t hate me for what I did to you that night?” She looked so fragile, so incredulous, that you put your other hand on her cheek, a comforting touch.

“Larissa, I don’t think I could hate you even if I tried. Am I mad at you for refusing to talk to me about what happened and ignoring me in the last days? Abso-fucking-lutely. But the only thing that drove me crazy about that night was the fact that I believe that had been my one chance to be with you, when you were too out of it to know it was me.”

“I…I did know it was you. That was what made me that…uninhibited.”

“Would you mind trying that again some other time when the both of us are sober?”

A tremulous smile bloomed on her face. It was a tiny, shy, wobbly thing, but right now, it felt like the biggest success.

“Tomorrow after some hot chocolate at the Weathervane?”

You pressed your lips to hers, a chaste, closed-mouth gesture, full of affection and promise.

“It’s a date, Larissa.”

You stayed there for a while, sitting like kids on the stone floor under the stars, holding your hands, lost in each other’s eyes. When you finally broke the spell, and the both of you climbed back to your feet – with some muttered curse, the cold stone at night wasn’t too kind on the joints for either of you – Larissa jokingly pointed to the darkened stains on the front of your nightgown.

“So, what happened there, did you murder someone before coming up here?”

You chuckled, looping your arm through hers and leading her companionly towards the stairs.

“Well, in vampire culture, there’s this thing called Truly Bloody Marys, or Truly Bloodies if that’s too much of a mouthful…”

#larissa weems x reader #larissaxreader #larissa weems fanfiction #larissa weems x reader fanfiction #larissa weems angst #dianneking #dragonmist #crossposted on ao3 #larissa weems fanfic #wednesday fandom #wednesday the series #wednesday fanfic #wednesday #tw suicidality

[froggy-1988]

Men who understand periods

I love men who understand periods. Like I'm surprised growing up how my Dad got angry over seeing an empty pad wrapper - literally just empty plastic?! And boyfriends who knew literally zero about periods, like they kinda knew they existed but thought they were to be avoided at all costs and they didn't need to know anything about them.

I'm so glad now that I see how stupid this was - I'm so glad for my men who understand periods. My mother was surprised when my brother made sure there were pads and a bin in his bathroom for when his long-term girlfriend visited. Somehow she was kind of mad that his girlfriend didn't hide it.

But talking to my recently married friend she told me how when she moved in with her husband and told him she'd need a bin for the bathroom he went to all his work colleagues and proudly told them how his bathroom was now period friendly for the next time they visited.

My father in law drove me to the appointment when I got my Endometriosis diagnosis - when I came out I said "it's endo" and he said "that's when the tissues all build up and they stick your organs together" - and he hugged me. The man knew endo wasn't just 'bad periods'.

Then there is my husband bless him - one of the women who work for him last week told him she was struggling because "the red tide was rising" he asked her to just finish a couple of presentation slides then have some painkillers, some chocolate and a lie down and return to work when she was ready.

Bless these men who understand periods - it's the way it should be.

#Periods #Endo #Men and periods

[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

I have some more photos of the Louvre and then I'm done with that, for now. I hope I won't have to seet a foot in there ever again, I just at every sound. All people I found were unconscious on the floor so I could just rush by, but trust me, there are more pleasant things than forcing your eyes shut and keep on walking.

Transcript of the first page: So: I didn't make it to the big door I have mentioned earlier, it would have required me to do some climbing and I don't think I'm able to do that (and live). What I saw from afar was this thing - a switch- on top of the door and lots of symbols. I assume someone used the correct ones already or they're still pondering over that, I couldn't see a place it leads to. Suggestion: it's Brother Obscura's tomb. He is indeed buried in Paris even though he was Spanish. So if that's him, someone wanted to make sure it stayed sealed. If this really is his tomb and the LV had ties to him, did they perhaps also hide the paintings there? I can only throw in tinfoils. The yellow paper is a page I found on one of the tables showing two correct symbols already. It shows this weird door and some text concearning the opening.

Transcript of the second page: Here's two pictures: the first one is a photo of what I found under a rock scanner, among other stuff in the mineral block like bones, rubble and probably rubbish, too. The second shows one of the containers next to the excavation. On the screens were articles talking about Nephilim and that they could shape-shift (wth), and the last one was speculated to have been found in Turkey, from the Jurhum tribe.

Transcript of the third and fourth page: I forgot to add this to the collection of pictures I have legally taken from Carvier's office. It is maybe the most information on the paintings I have collected so far. So, the paintings were indeed painted by Pieter van Eckhardt! Overpainted later by Brother Obscura for showing pure evil. He did it in the 1300s or 1400s and would hide the Sanglyph in them, probably in 5 pieces and that spread onto 5 paintings. I made this into a chart on the next page since it's so much I need to take into consideration now. My idea so far: 1. Eckhardt is super evil and has a pact with the Nephilim who make him immortal so he can live long enough to resurrect them and rebreed their race 2. He created the paintings and hides the five parts in them for some reason 3. The Lux Veritatis are having none of that and steal the paintings, let Obscura paint over them and hide them afterwards 4. Something happens, Eckhardt is silent for 500 years, I suspect they really tied him up in the castle Bouzor and he starts missing his art 5. For some reason, the engravings resurface from the monastery in Spain. Eckhardt hears this and wants them back. The LV will want to stop him, but he's on the run now as far as the monstrum kilings tell us. So how do you kill an immortal?

Transcript of the fifth page: Fayolah answered me. Finally. Bless this woman. She might be the key I needed and now everything I know has an almost solid base. Next to the mail I also put up a scan from the library, more on that later. Here's her mail first. She says she'll tell me anything she can about the Lux Veritatis. Mainly she works in Turkey, Cappadocia (where the remains of the stone in the Louvre come from) and there have been churches carved into rocks for Christians to hide in. They also had a tunnel system like Paris has today. A colleague of hers also stepped in to add the LV were part of the Templars, dissolved or not no one knows, and they also used weapons that referred to theri name: splinters of a talisman were used, blessed by the monks, named Periapt Shards. I have confirmation on what I know so far. In addition, he mentioned the looksd of them: the handle shows a lion, probably the Golden Lion mentioned in Nephilim prophecy, and the shards were given from one conqueror to the other. Three of them are mentioned, and the bible always uses numbers like 3 as lucky ones. Also, remember the depiction of the figure with the three knives around it in Fayolah's first mail? I think that's them. And they were inherited from father to son, I wonder if there's a son left today?

Transcript of the sixth page: Here's a picture of a sketch of a shard. I can't read whatever is supposedly written there but it fits the description of the look: an angry head, a splinter of a rock or gem, and the fanciness in general. The idea is that the LV needed a tool to destroy black magic and thus made the Shards. These go from father-son within the LV, material is unknown, it shows the Golden Lion for some reason, three shards are needed to kill evil OR are shared evenly within the Lux Veritatis every now and then to equip everyone with it, and they are splitters of some talisman/shiny rock/whaterever. The LV have wounded Eckhardt but not kill him as he's stilla round. Did they keep him alive on purpose or was it an accident he survived? He couldn't remove them himself I assume, it must haven been to holy to hold, right? Where do you leep a person like this you don't want anyone to see? At your own private party place? Or in the castle that's conceniently owned by your order... Yeah I'm not sure how I can prove that. I must have overlooked something I guess, I'll go through all my notes again. Meanwhile I haven't heard anything on Vasiley. What's he up to?

#angel of darkness #classic tr #tomb raider #traod #tomb raider series #lara croft #journal #aod #tomb raider angel of darkness

[bridgertonbabe]

So you’ve brought me firmly back on the bandwagon of the HP Benophie AU, thank you for that amazing little tidbit of information this morning it was 🤌🏻

But to my question(s)

When Benedict decides to ask Sophie to marry him (in either the im a moron or I wasn’t a moron verse)

does he ask anyone’s permission? Or blessing at least?

Does he talk to his dad since he’s basically Sophie’s surrogate dad?

Does he ask the three boys (maybe not Colin in the im a moron verse…)

And once Sophie is officially going to be his daughter in law… and has the ring on her finger…

How is Edmund like at work? Cause I can imagine he’s probably most excited about Sophie being his daughter in law than the others (though he’d never acknowledge it 😂)

In the I-wasn't-a-moron universe Benedict wouldn't have asked anyone's permission. As they had been childhood sweethearts and had been together several years everyone knew they would inevitably get married. He would have approached his father to tell him he was planning on proposing to Sophie but that was more of a father-son heart to heart as Benedict tried to figure out when and where would be the best moment to pop the question and Edmund provided him with the assurance to do what Benedict felt was right whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Meanwhile in the I-was-a-moron universe the only person he seeks out to inform them of his intentions to ask Sophie to marry him is Phillip. Since Phillip had been Sophie's confidant all those years and had been there for her in the aftermath of Benedict's two fuck-ups, not to mention having given Benedict what for and wiped the floor with him for breaking Sophie's heart twice over, he wanted to lay his cards on the table and let Phillip know that Sophie was the love of his life and that he would endeavour to make her happy for the rest of their lives. Phillip was rather surprised, not having anticipated Benedict's visit let alone the fact that he was essentially after his approval before he proposed to Sophie. He gave Benedict his blessing, reassuring him that whatever animosity he felt towards him previously was all water under the bridge and that Sophie had never been happier since she had gotten together with him. Before Benedict left Phillip enquired if he was planning on seeking out Michael and Colin's permission too. Though Phillip had been his main port of call, Benedict had wanted to ensure he had the rest of Sophie's friendship group's approval - however Phillip stated that there would be no need to. Michael was very supportive of the couple and would be elated to learn Benedict wanted to propose and as for Colin... well both Phillip and Benedict acknowledged that getting Colin's blessing probably wouldn't actually come to fruition anytime soon, and so it was best if the proposal went ahead regardless of Colin's childish indignation.

And as for Edmund, considering he had been raving to his colleagues about Sophie since she had purchased him heelys there's no way in hell he'd be able to shut up about her engagement to his second eldest. When she had first started working at the ministry he had marched her round to every department just to proudly introduce her to everyone (and she was surprised by how just many greeted her and mentioned how they had heard so much about her from Edmund), and upon her engagement he had again paraded her to every last department to show off the shiny ring on her finger. Several of their colleagues had beamed and congratulated Edmund rather than Sophie much to her bemusement and then Miles Sharma had noted that Edmund had successfully manifested the upcoming nuptials, considering he had referred to Sophie as his son's future wife back when she was still a teenager and years before she and Benedict even got together. Sophie didn't know what to say but later on when she asked Edmund about it she mused that he must have thought she would one day end up with Colin instead. Edmund had scoffed back that he never thought for a second that she'd end up with Colin; he always knew it was Benedict she was destined to end up with from the very first summer she spent at Aubrey Hollow. He told her it was plain to see just how much Sophie and Benedict felt for each other - well, it was plain to see unless you were Colin or Benedict. Edmund told Sophie he couldn't be happier to finally make her an official member of the family by marriage and that while she would become his daughter-in-law in the not too distant future, in his heart she had been his daughter for well over ten years.

#asks #harry potter au

[nad-zeta]

MOTONARI- Serendipity

Fandom- ikesen

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"If i add perfume to my ankle maybe that damn mutt will stop mauling them as if they are the last bit of food on earth," you pondered rushing through the park gate to take a familiar shortcut to work. You were already beyond late, no thanks to your lack of self control on this particularly biting morning.

On your usual route through the markets you honest to god couldn't help yourself, not when that all too divine, all too chocolatey aroma tickled your senses. Nor when the shop owner announced that she had just taken a full tray of freshly baked croissants from the oven. Curse your weak will and curse croissants for adding to the waistline.

Neither the less you were rushing and dreading the pipsqueak pain in your ass, who you knew would be waiting at the office doors. "Perhaps tiger balm would be strong enough to deter-" the train came to a screeching halt all at once when your once clean crisp white silk shirt now seeped with the hot liquid.

"Foda-se! Watch where yer going!" The tall stranger barked out at you.

"You were the one that slammed into me'" you met the strangers tone head one, talking over him as you frantically searched your blazer pockets for a napkin, tissue, will to live, anything honestly that would get the stain out before your meeting.

"Better check those head flowers of yours. Yer sprouting such nonsense." He stood tall, with folded arms and domineering posture, completely and utterly unimpressed. But neither were you! Afterall he was the one that appeared like Hoodini

Despite the clear height imbalances you met the man's gaze head on. Fueled only by the morning's empty carbs and irritation you were ready to throw hands, when your colleague-

— bless her soul for having the best and worst timing— spotted you from across the park and pretty much sprinted to intervene. How she moved so quickly in those heels without breaking an ankle was completely beyond you, but she moved like a velociraptor across the terrain screeching at you with a gentle tugg. "Hey come on, you can chat with your handsome friend later, the meeting's about to start."

Handsome. HANDSOME. No man that refuses to acknowledge their wrong doings was handsome, no matter how smooth or attractive their voice.

"He is no friend of mine!" you announced loud enough so he could hear, sparing the silver haired stranger one more daggered glance before rushing into your morning meeting.

The next morning was as much of a whirlwind as the first. Curse your favourite coffee place for being so busy. With eyes glued to the phone screen while you endeavoured to type up a quick mail before stepping foot into the office. Some people truly had no boundaries, being bold enough to ruin your day before the sun was even fully above the horizon.

You didn't even know how it happened but all you know was, one moment your tea was balancing between chest and forearm and the next you were drenched, again, pulling the heated fabric from your skin and muttering an endless sea of swear words behind gritted teeth.

"Merda, look where-" the stranger's gruff words caught in his throat when eyes locked with yours and flashed with recognition, completely stilling in his movements. "Flower girl? If yer wanted an excuse to talk a man up yer just had to say so." You had not missed the way his grumpy scowl turned to smirk in an instant.

"As if! Don't go around flattering yourself." and before he could even dare to respond you trotted off to your first meeting of the day nose sharply in the air with no intentionof looking back. No doubt your colleague would take a jab at you for yet again entering the office with a stained shirt.

By the third run in you started to consider the possibility that you might have been cursed, although at least this run in was without spillage. So maybe only half curse?

Leaned up against the park railing— the tall dark brawny man stood, two paper cups beside him as he took a long drag from his cigarette. When your eyes met an unmistakable smirk befell his lips, much like the one you had caught a glimpse of the previous day. It spelled danger, mischief and warned not to get too close. But you were but a cat at heart and as the saying goes, curiosity saved the cat?, or was it killed? Either way you moved closer especially after he picked up one of the paper cups gesturing for you to take it. You didn't even have time to decide whether to accept the drink or not as Motonari simply pushed it into your hands.

You froze, mind silenced from tasks and to-do lists as you stared down at the cup in your hands.

It was littered with flower doodles and flower girl written in bold black ink, while his was littered in a school of nemo fish with Motonari written in bold and black.

"What's wrong m'lady, why yer standing there all slacked jawed? Cat got your tongue," he winked putting a small distance between the two of you before taking a sip of his own drink.

Soft whispers of the delicate osmanthus met your nose, bringing back memories of summer afternoons, pages slipping between fingertips and soft sounds of a distant wind chime.

"What is this?" your gaze finally shifted upwards to meet his. Despite the warmth filling your chest your words came out biting.

"I'd thought you would have pieced it together by now, but maybe you aren't quite as clever as I thought you were," he responded with a shit eating grin and tip of the chin.

You wanted to bite back with a scowl but no matter how hard you tried to school your features a wide smile broke free when you took your first sip, perhaps fate had a guiding hand in his drink selection because he had absolutely nailed it.

However the sweet and delicate drink did nothing to mask his rough brash demeanour," what ya grinning at? Creep," he leaned in closer, eyes shining with a childlike curiosity.

"The only creepy one here is you!" You responded with a pointed finger, smile fading away into irritation once more.

"Says the one who looked like she was about to gobble me up whole mere moments ago," the short burst of laughter left him as he turned on his heel.

Raising a nonchalant hand up in a single wave he shot you a final parting grin over his shoulder, "until next time flower girl."

And you wondered if fated hands would intervene again tomorrow.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #motonari fluff #ikemen sengoku motonari #mori motonari #motonari mouri #ikesen motonari #eeeeek #neeeemoooos bday #soooo excited 🔥🔥🔥🤩🤩

[kaedeakeshisworld]

How to Cope with Stress: Relief Method 101

Cw: reader is such a good friend bless her soul, Tadashi is stressed and reader-chan is his stress relief, Tadashi kisses reader-chan’s clit( I’m so sad he not real), body worship, oral sex( female receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, squirting, spit kink, sex toy( vibrator), love hotel setting, mutltiple orgasms hinted

wc: 882

cs: Men that look like this and behave that way are the reason someone like me will remain single with no intention of dating my whole existence apologies for the heartfelt depressing monologue but he’s so pretty like what 

gist: Tadashi and you are dating. He is such a busy man but there are times where his busy schedule becomes a handful and there is where you come in to help him relieve his stress.

Your boyfriend rarely surprises you. You were absolutely okay with it. His stressful job already looked like a handful and you certainly didn't want to augment the possibilities of seeing that unhinged side of his. This past week has been good to you, your boss is not asking for too much, your colleague and long life friend Linda is in good spirits. Yes, she hasn't bickered with her husband this whole month. You are always there for her but sometimes you just want to violently shake her by her shoulders and say I have my own problems too yet do I lament myself to you, huh? Do you see me do that shit!! Be a little more of a grown up and solve those issues at home with that very same person you call your significant other. But, you'll never do this to her. 

You remember all the precautions you take whenever she comes to work with puffy eyes. You invite her inside your office and tell her to have a seat, if anyone comes looking for her you'll claim that you're in a meeting now. The tissue and candy box is already on the desk. There's tea in the making.

So, you take a deep breath and let her spill the tea to her heart's content until she feels better.

You try your best to reason her with 

"It's not your fault Linda. Me and Tadashi argue too. Those things happened between lovers. You will figure it out."

Linda is sobbing, she feels really bad for coming to work in this state.

"Linda, I'm going to send you home. Come to work when you feel better. I'll talk to the boss, okay?"

You keep her company until the entry of the building, you tell your boss Linda has a cold (lying like a champ) and then you go to your desk.

It's already 5 pm, time to clock out. You put your coat on, your scarf and your bag. You pick your phone up from the desk and head towards the door. As you switch off the lights, you receive a message so you look at your phone to see who it could be.

Tadashi

With a brief message.

You already know this is not good but what Can you do? You try to go home as fast as you possibly can. You shower, eat a little, sleep, do some of your favorite hobbies and when it's 8 pm you go to the location he told you to be at.

You go to the room. He's there. He doesn't talk. You know what he needs. You get rid of your clothes, get on all four on top of the bed, put the vibrator on your clit and let it do its thing. You know he'll come crawling to you when he'll have a slight that is pleasant to him.

When he's like this, you're not allowed to moan unless he tells you to do so. So, you have your other hand on your mouth. You hear him undo his belt, his zipper. Him shiming out of his pants. You know he's going to start stroking his dick all the while he sees you come on that vibrator.

"You can moan"

Finally, he said it!!

He crawled to get to you. He started kissing your legs, your thighs, your backside. He bites the underside of your thighs, gets his nose close to your cunny, inhales.

"Divine as always"

He kisses your sensitive clit, sucking it a bit. He latches onto it viciously, when he stops there's a string of saliva and arousal that connect both caverns.

"My favorite elixir, I will never get enough of it"

He kisses it again and gets up. 

He's behind you, stroking your sides, teasing you with potent thrust while he purposely doesn't put his shaft inside you. All of this to hear you mewl. He loves to have this power over you. He backs up, looks at your greedy holes, spits on them. He smears it all over your genitals. Such a possessive man. 

He puts his dick in you, inch by inch, he loves the heightened feeling he gets from your fluttering walls right after an orgasm. It doesn’t cease to amaze him. He is all in so he asks you if you are okay for the real fun now. You know that once he starts, he’s going to at least get a few orgasms out of you and he won’t stop until he reaches his goal.

“Yes you can honey”

“It’s my pleasure queen”

His inhuman pace has you bouncing forward whether you want it or not. It feels so good but you have to egg him on, you sense that he’s being a little gentle.

“Harder Tadashi, I want more!”

You don’t miss the hitch in his breath, he grabs your hips and makes you move along with him so each time his strokes are deeper and that’s it. You’re long gone. When you’re close to coming for a second time that night, he gets the vibrator in his hands and puts it on the highest setting directly on your clit. You squirt on his shaft, yourself and sheets. Love hotel fuck sessions are always the best and you two know it, right!

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[wind-becomes-lightning]

Past

9. When they got hurt as a child, who did they go to? How did they react?

Present

13. What’s the worst (in their mind) way their current situation could end up?

Future

10. How do they want to be remembered after they die?

For both Sora and Sayuri, please!

You always let me answer so much about my ocs <3 Thank you kindly.

When they got hurt as a child, who did they go to? How did they react?

Sayuri: The only person Sayuri ever trusted with things like that was Obito, who was always supportive when she had injuries. She was way too scared of her father to tell him and didn't want to look weak in front of her teammates, but Obito was always a good person to adress such worries to. There was nobody like that in Kiri, though she did get along with Zabuza a lot.

Sora: Her Father for sure! She could always come to him with tiny issues and he would take care of her. She was a rowdy child and needed fixing up so much that her parents even forbid her to go certain places and do certain things (like climb up trees or walls)

What’s the worst (in their mind) way their current situation could end up?

Sayuri: She could have ended up alone or bitter like Obito was. After all she had cut off ties to almost everybody and even with Kakashi it took her a little while to let him into her life or rather to let herself get into hiis life. He could have easily not wanted to talk to her anymore, she could have easily been rejected by her former Konoha colleagues.

Sora: With a life long lofty plan for a Therapy centre that her Uncle never quite understood it was a blessing for Sora that the next two Hokage after him (five and six) did support her and give her the funds to build it up. Otherwise she'd ended up a mediocre kunoichi with no career and no income at all.

How do they want to be remembered after they die?

I think I might have had a question like this before but

Sayuri: Does not care about legacy at all, if anything she prefers to be remembered as a strong independent Hatake woman, who was a good wife and a loving mother and who's kinds carried the clan name on with pride. She would probably scoff at being thought of as an Uchiha child.

Sora: Her research and therapy efforts are very dear to her. If after she died this would continue, if there was developments (maybe through sakura and the new age of healers) then all her wishes would be fulfilled.

OC ASK MEME

#ask things #oc: sayuri #oc: sora

[dreams-poetry-art-therapy]

listening to ALLEINE by B3000 over and over again until I feel a bit okay [12.10.23]

I woke up tired but happy to be back in my city. My room still smells like something I can't put my finger on, not unpleasant.

Going to university again was a great refreshment. Being in my office there already makes me productive and in control. I sit down on my desk and I am ready to start achieving things. That the computer is working again since my colleagues fixed (aka put the cables in the right ports) it, is a big blessing. Working on a big, fast computer, I feel even more productive.

In the lunch break, I ate with A and I really enjoyed my first meal at the cafeteria again. We talked about science and the month at the office while I was away and like with everyone at my office, I felt like I have at least 10 IQ points less than them, but A is very kind and it's still enjoyable to talk to him. I can't stop thinking about the fact that he eats dry French fries every day at the cafeteria, though.

On the way home, I sent all 3 film rolls into development. Then, I found my bike where I locked it over 3 months ago and carried it to the repair shop. Bike repair guys are people from another planet, I swear. The guy told me that repairing my bike would basically cost more than double it's value and in that moment, I decided to finally lay it to rest after 6 years. I thanked my bike for all it's efforts these years and then just put it on a bike stand without locking it. The city will do the rest.

At home, I finally gave in to my hyper horny urges and took some pictures for reddit/gonewild. Listening to Slut Pop by Kim Petras and drinking coconut water while taking half- naked pictures on my room floor gave me another kind of confidence.

I met with B to have a big debrief of my trip to Portugal. I can understand a lot of her dislike for Brazil a lot better, yet, I'm even more excited to go there now. The place we went to was kind of fancy for this city, I think it was a French restaurant. The waiter was so nice I wondered if he was flirting with me but he was just doing his job, lol. B was apparently sick for the last 3 weeks and then also got stomach issues again from the desert there and have to leave.

I'm still so tired, physically. I feel also like I'm still processing Portugal now.

After B, I went to C's place. I thought I was late but actually, everyone was still there; Y and even G! I ran towards everyone screaming and hugging them so much and I the hallway I said to myself "You're home" Being with everyone was like always; everyone is kind of constantly talking, sometimes over each other, everyone wanted to know about Portugal, I tried to get drunk on the wine there but failed. I felt like I wanted to talk to everyone individually in peace but it was too full, too loud, too chaotic for that.

Also, S had canceled me for the weekend. Last minute again, of course. It was the third time she canceled a long planned thing one day before now and I didn't see her in 10 months by now. I decided to not put any effort in our friendship now, I don't wanna bother with someone who keeps canceling like this. Of course, it ruined my mood for a bit. Then I tried to ask one of the others to join me for the birthday party tomorrow so I can take a friend there like I said. Y said she wanted to come but she is also not completely cancel - free and I will feel nervous about it until I see her there. I hate that I am so not chill about meeting friends. I wish I could actually be spontaneous, actually not care when people cancel, actually be okay with people coming or not coming. Instead, I await the meeting half eagerly half anxiously. I might meet G on the weekend as well, if M agrees to go to another place Saturday. I should be happy I have so many amazing friends to do things with but not having security about people coming makes me nervous and I'm still tired from the holiday with my parents or Portugal or both or because it's winter or because I'm tired in general.

I wish there were more comments on my gone wild post.

#diary #diary1 #d #portugal #lisbon #come back #friends #friendship #saudade #miss

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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 9 - Late-night girl talk

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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Chapter 9 - Late-night girl talk

word count: 2.1k words

~Crystal's POV~

The day went on uneventfully, and I was now in the bedroom with Jude and Lydia, talking before going to sleep.

"I can't believe we're going home already!" Jude whined.

"Yea, the weekend passed by so fast!" Lydia exclaimed as well.

Not fast enough.

The only blessing that came with going home was that Minho would not be there. After dropping me off, he will go on vacation with his family and be gone until the start of Uni.

2 months without seeing him were going to be good, thank God.

"So, you and Key, huh?" Lydia asked Jude, and she blushed.

"How could you tell?" Jude covered her face with her hands.

"How couldn't we?" I said and we all laughed.

"Is he a good kisser?" Lydia winked, to which Jude became even more embarrassed.

"We talked a lot yesterday, and we have a lot of things in common. He also shares my passion for fashion, we even discussed potentially opening up a business together, but we wanted to show our sketches first." She squirmed.

"Better not mix business with love." Lydia drank some champagne.

"What about you, Lydia? I saw how you looked at Jinki yesterday." I nudged her elbow, and she blushed.

It was the first time I saw her be so girly.

"He totally seems head over heels for you!" Jude grinned.

"Were we that obvious?"

"Yes!" Jude exclaimed, and we all laughed.

It felt good to have this girl talk. I really felt like we were friends, and not simply colleagues in university.

"Honestly, it's still a bit hard for me to... get over everything, and see Jinki as a potential partner."

"You never told us what happened." Jude frowned.

"Well..." Lydia sighed.

"You don't have to, if you're not ready. But we are here for you." I smiled and touched her hand with my palm, and she shook her head and started talking.

"When I was 16, I got together with this guy... he was older than me, 27 at that time."

"27?! While you were 16?!" Jude gasped.

"Weird, right?" Lydia chuckled bitterly. "Well, I didn't see it like that at the time. I thought I was so mature, that I had it all figured out and he must like me because of that. Took me years to realise he's been grooming me, and I was such a malleable silly little girl in his eyes."

"You've been manipulated, it wasn't your fault." I petted her back in comfort.

"I didn't get along too well with my parents. My mother was a piece of work, and my father was... very, very strict. I hated them. When my ex told me to move in with him and cut them off, I didn't even think twice. I packed my bags and left, which was the biggest mistake of my life."

"Did he do anything to you...?" Jude asked in a whisper, and Lydia started tearing up.

It was so hard to see her like this. She was usually a girl-boss, her emotions always in check, sure of herself and strong. But allowing herself to be vulnerable like that meant that she really began to trust me and Jude.

"He... he was so controlling. I was scared of him." She cried. "He would grab my hair and hit me if he was mad, and he was always mad. He forced me to-" She sobbed and started shaking, relieving all those horrible memories.

I knew how heart-wrenching it felt to remember everything.

"He forced me to have sex with him even when I didn't want it. He was rough, and it always hurt so bad. He would punch walls, or choke me, and he never gave me any money, or let me leave the house, afraid that I'd leave him. I even dropped out of high school because of him."

"But what about your parents? Or friends?"

"I couldn't contact anyone, he took away my phone, and he knew I was too proud to go back to my parents. Until I wasn't. I realised that it was the only way out, that I'd rather stand through my father's anger and my mother's disappointment than get raped everyday by that monster."

"So how did you... get out?" Jude continued asking. I just listened.

"We went shopping one time, and while he wasn't looking, I simply ran out of the store and got into a taxi. I had no money, mind you, but it was my only chance."

"And how did your parents react?" I asked my first question of the night. "Were they angry at you?"

"No! God, they were so good!" She started crying even worse. "They welcomed me back with open arms, and we all apologised and held each other for a long time."

"That's sweet." I smiled. "I'm glad that you had them."

"Me too." She wiped away her tears.

"You did a really brave thing to go back to them." Jude nodded.

"So now we know why you're so against guys." I said, and we all started to chuckle.

"Jinki seems like a great guy, though. I bet he'd never hurt you." Jude spoke.

"Yea." Lydia sniffed. "I think so too."

We comforted Lydia for a while and hugged each other, and I almost forgot about Minho, until Jude spoke and reminded me.

"If I'm with Key and Lydia is with Jinki, it's only natural that Crystal has to get with Minho!"

"No, that's not gonna happen, because he doesn't like me." I chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Lydia asked. "You seemed close yesterday."

"For real! You were sleeping so soundly in his arms, we didn't want to wake you up! And the way he looks at you - he's fucking whipped, girl!" Jude added.

"Yea. Right?" I chuckled again. "Too bad he rejected me."

"He rejected- what? How? When?" Jude gasped.

"This morning. I leaned in to kiss him and he moved away. It sounds pathetic when I say it out loud."

"He doesn't know what he's missing out on." Lydia shook her head and poured the rest of the champagne in her glass, then handed it to me.

"Thanks." I nodded and downed it, feeling the expensive taste go down my throat, and my feelings get a bit more distant.

~

~Minho's POV~

~Taemin's birthday, Saturday morning~

"We have one more thing we must do, since we're here." I told Crystal excited and watched the sea. "When you're ready."

"Which is?" She raised a brow.

"Take off your clothes." I instructed her, aware of the blatant innuendo in my tone. I was just teasing her to get a reaction, and I got it.

"You're so straight forward!" She joked.

I winked and we both got undressed, and fuck, how cold it was!

"It's so cold!" Crystal whined, which made me laugh. Apparently, we thought the same.

"I know. Are you ready, though?"

"Don't tell me you want us to swim." She chuckled.

"Why else would've I asked you to put on your swimsuit?"

"But Minho, it's freezing."

"Oh, stop complaining! Let's go." I grabbed her hand, and we ran towards the sea together, and when she complained about the cold again, I took her in my arms and ran in the water with her.

Her body was warm and seemed to fit just right against mine.

It was like this last night, too. She was just perfect there, sleeping in my lap.

"Fuckkk, it's so cold! I'm gonna get sick!" Crystal laughed. How contagious that laugh was when it was genuine.

"We're gonna drink tea when we get out. Now show me what you've learnt yesterday."

"How is this?" She boasted proudly, even if her technique was sloppy. She was so cute, though, swimming like a puppy.

"Not bad."

"Not bad?! I'm literally a pro?!"

"Yea, yea, sure you are!" I teased her. "At least your head's above water."

"Don't make me splash you, Ming!"

"Are you threatening me?!" I gasped, and Crystal splashed me with a laugh. She called me by a nickname, and I barely contained my smile.

I couldn't let the splashing slide, though, so I ran after her and grabbed her waist, throwing her underwater.

"I can't believe you did that!" She laughed. "You're taking advantage of the fact that you're taller!"

"I mean, it's a good advantage to have." I shrugged, and she took me by surprise, jumping on me, trying to take me down.

Of course, she was unsuccessful, so she ended up in my arms again.

My heart started beating fast as her legs closed in around my waist. She moved her hands around my shoulders, and we just looked at each other in the morning's light.

I was smitten by her, but I couldn't let myself get carried away.

I didn't want to take advantage of her at all, especially since I was Crystal's landlord, and if anything bad were to happen between us, it would end up hurting her more than me.

I needed to sort out my feelings first, to make sure she also feels the same and it's not just the thrill of the moment.

It was the perfect moment to kiss her, though, and I really wanted to.

But it wasn't right. We needed to talk first, to see if we actually felt something for the other and weren't just acting like horny teenagers.

I was deep in my thoughts, but her eyes captivated me. They were so beautiful.

She was beautiful.

No, this is not right. I told myself. I can't take advantage. I can't kiss her.

She leaned in, and it was now or never. I could either give in and feel the euphoria of her plump lips against mine, or I could stop her.

The right thing to do was stop.

I cleared my throat and averted my gaze, because I knew I couldn't stand to see her right now. She was surely dejected and disappointed. I hated myself for disappointing her.

~

~a few hours later~

"What's up girls?" Key and I cut Taemin's cake and started distributing the plates around, and we approached Lydia, Jude and Crystal.

After I rejected her, Crystal didn't speak to me too much. The whole way home was silent, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything, either. Even now, she would smile at me, but she avoided me touching her, and she only seemed to interact with me to be polite.

I knew I hurt her, and I wanted to apologise, but I didn't know how.

"Crystal just told us she's never celebrated her birthday or gotten any gifts!" Jude exclaimed, pulling me out of my head.

"Never?!" Key gasped.

"Oh my God, it's really not such a big deal!" Crystal spoke with her mouth full of cake, which was pretty funny, so we laughed.

"So, when's your birthday? Just tell us!" Lydia nudged her elbow.

"It was last month, on the 15th. Happy?" Crystal replied, and she seemed a bit annoyed, even if she was smiling. I was starting to understand the true feelings behind her signature smiles. They were all different, and each of them meant something else, but you needed to pay really close attention to notice the difference.

"It was?!" Jude exclaimed.

I was frankly as shocked as her, and I started to do the math in my head.

It can't be...

'I brought you a muffin, by the way.'

"Oh, thanks, but I'm not hungry. You can eat it."

It couldn't have been that night.

Fuck.

~

The boys were already pretty drunk, so we all decided to head to bed. On my way back from the bathroom, curiosity got the better of me and I did something I shouldn't have. I stopped in front of the girls' door, after hearing Lydia say my name.

"What do you mean? You seemed close yesterday."

"For real! You were sleeping so soundly in his arms, we didn't want to wake you up! And the way he looks at you - he's fucking whipped, girl!"

"Yea. Right? Too bad he rejected me."

"He rejected- what? How? When?"

"This morning. I leaned in to kiss him and he moved away. It sounds pathetic when I say it out loud."

"He doesn't know what he's missing out on."

"Thanks."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'll get over him, what else?"

"How, when you live together? You'll basically see him every fucking day and get your heart broken all over again!"

"He leaves for two months tomorrow, thankfully. I'll use all this time away from him to sort out my thoughts, and my feelings will be gone as quickly as they came."

"That's the right attitude."

"Yes, that's what I want to do. I want to forget about these feelings. And I will."

I was glad I listened in, even though it was wrong of me, because now I knew that I should never brooch the subject ever again.

It was pointless to apologise to Crystal for hurting her, because she made up her mind and she didn't want me anymore.

I was wrong about rejecting her, but it was too little too late now.

Just as she said, it's good that I'll be going away.

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Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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[sarah-yyy]

had a really HMMMMM day at work and need to unwind, does anyone have fic recs? preferably something soft!!

#lmao long tag rant SORRY #this mortgage broker who i have a Terrible working relationship with (the last two matters we've worked on together were UGH) came to- #-the office to see bossman today which was. fine. it's cool. he can come see whoever tf he wants to see #as long as he doesn't try to interact with me i will just pretend he is invisible and get on with my day #but does he do that? no he does not #he deliberately comes and initiates a conversation with me and it was Apparent to literally every single person in the office that i #1) did not want to speak to him 2) was three seconds away from snapping at him #BUT he is old and was friends with bossman in school so i swallowed down all my irritation and pretended that i was super busy #so that i didn't have to talk to him and my colleague bless her was trying very hard to steer him away from my desk but he just #didn't get the hint and then asked me?????? to look at him when he is talking to me???????????? tf????????? #then he made a stupid comment about how women are so petty just because he told me off a few weeks ago i won't even entertain him now #and how i should let bygones be bygones because people say all sorts of things when they're stressed! #like i didn't have to stress cry in the office the last time i spoke to him on the phone!!! over something that was REALLY STUPID!!!! #so i just gave up and looked at him and went 'well unfortunately for you nathan i hold grudges until i DIE' #and then i picked up the phone to call a client and kept the conversation up until that asshole left the office #honestly what an asshole everything about him is irritating #there is only TWO people that i actively dislike because i generally don't care about conveyancing enough to be upset over files #the first one is that lawyer who kept yelling at me until i started bawling in the office that i still refuse to talk to #and the second one is this asshole mortgage broker /o\ #old white men are The Worst to deal with i can't wait for all of them to die out of this profession #sarah talks about herself #work stories

[blzzrdstryr]

Come up with a title yourself

Short summary: you fuck sub!yandere!Childe with the sword handle

THIS IS NOT SANE OR SAFE IN ANY WAY

gn!reader x sub!yandere!Tartaglia

CW: Yandere, blood and injuries, sex with foreign object, masochism, verbal threats and degradation

NOT SFW BELOW

It was early morning when you received a report of Tartaglia leaving his designated workplace once again and it was late evening when you received another report of Tartaglia coming back with an uncountable number of cuts, bruises and burns after fighting with local flora and fauna, an enemy’s sword still lodged inside of him.

Normally you couldn’t care less what mess your colleague got into - guy seemed to genuinely enjoy getting his life hanging on a single thread - yet this time was different, as Tsaritsa herself tasked you to accompany fellow harbinger to make sure he didn’t get to kill everyone in vicinity, himself included.

Unwilling to face consequences for the actions of one brainless ginger you found yourself quickly heading to the infirmary, a long and scolding tirade about lack of resposibility and sheer fucking stupidity ready to burst from you, when you saw him doing brainless thing once again.

Tartaglia,covered in multiple bandages with long cuts and dark bruises still visible under them with the sword removed only half an hour ago, tried to get up despite the advice of the nurse fussing over him. A crooked yet tired smile made it to your face - Childe didn’t look like a mighty Harbinger like this, but a spoiled little brat. Why did Tsaritsa pair you up with him? No amount of sin you have commited in this and your previous lives amounted to babysitting him.

“Out. I will have a talk with this idiot”, you announced your arrival, startling the poor nurse. They quickly bowed and apologized before leaving the room while Tartaglia was looking at you with those eyes again. A chill went through your whole body.

Seriously, what is this guy’s deal? Why does love staring at you so much? He does it every time he meets you, cold blue eyes of dead fish trailing your littlest movements, making already unpleasant meetings even more insufferable.

“Hey freak”, you began approaching his bed, movements fast and aggressive: “Tsaritsa wants me to keep you alive and whole. Don’t make my job harder than it already is, or I’ll personally break both of your legs so you can’t get in trouble anymore”.

"Oh archons", he quickly muttered in a tone you thought was fearful until you accidentally glanced at his crotch. The bulge was quickly growing, forming a tent in his pants.

"What the fuck?! I didn't know you were this gross" you exclaimed in surprise only to see his bulge grow again, his cock getting harder at the insult. You wanted to leave the same second, turning to the exit as his hand gripped your arm.

"Don't leave! Or next time I am going to massacre everyone in my path!", he whined, his typical bravado gone in an instant:"I will do anything if you help me with this".

"Really? Anything?", you raised a brow, watching his face adopt a needy expression.

"Yes! Anything" he whined again, gripping your hand with more force.

"Alright", you smirked, caressing his hard cock through a fabric, slightly fondling it, and heard a gasp:"How about I get you off and you behave like a good boy? A good proper Harbinger? No killing, no fighting, you just sit in your office and do whatever Tsaritsa, heavens bless her name, wants you to do"

"Of course", his voice shifted into a high pitched moan :"Anything! I'll be anything you want me to be, just, just.. Touch me some more, please".

"Alright" you smirked again, pleased by the deal, before quickly yanking pants off of him.

He gasped and moaned as your fingers embraced his dick giving it a couple of quick strokes before he started to thrust in your hand himself, head thrown back in pleasure.

“Didn’t know you would be into this”, you muttered, looking how he fucks your appendage, his hips shifting rapidly and desperate, despite the multiple wounds.

“Hnngh.. we made a deal that you.. ha.. will help me, but you do nothing!”, he said in between whines, groans and moans.

“And what am I supposed to do? I am not putting it anywhere near my mouth, my fingers is all that you’re gonna get”

“Wel.. ahh..l ..I want more! Do something about it”

“Do something about it”, you mocked his whining: “You could at least tell me what to do. Stick my fingers in your ass?”, you suggested in the same degrading tone before he whined again.

“Yes! Yes! I want your fingers inside me! Please fuck me with your fingers”, he started to thrust faster, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“But you aren’t prepared. It’s gonna hurt”.

“All the better!”

And that’s how you found yourself slowly exploring his ass, your fingers pushing further and further against hot walls. He seems to love it judging by the way his cock goes angry red, a single shiny drop of precum forming on its head.

And then you find it - his prostate - Tartaglia moans even louder this time, his whole body contorting at the brush of your fingers, tense like a bowstring at a drawn arrow. “More. I want more. Something bigger”, he forces it out of himself, voice giving out in the middle of the sentence.

“More? Aren’t you a greedy little bitch?”, you chuckle, searching the room for an appropriate dildo and then you find it. The discarded sword has a nice handle, big and smooth enough to imitate the average dick.

“Do you still want to use no lube?”, you asked, slowly pushing the handle against his puffy rim. Seeing Tartaglia nod, you pushed it all the way in savoring how his face changes, light appearing for a second in his lifeless eyes.

"Good! So good!" He began to babble, soon transforming into barely cohesive nonsense, his hips meeting the thrusts of the makeshift dildo. You paid his face no mind, preferring to abuse that sweet spot you found earlier, directing the handle to directly push against it.

Soon, his whole body started to convulse, a thick ribbon of white cum shooting from his hard dick right onto his stomach. For a second his whole body relaxed and slumped, a fucked out expression on his face. You would even think that the picture of fucked out Tartaglia was pretty if he wasn’t so annoying.

“My part of the deal is done”, you said, heading towards the exit - there was no need to wait for Tartaglia to regain his breath: “I expect you to be a good boy from this day on”.

Something tells you that he’ll find a way to repeat this again.

#Yandere Tartaglia #Yandere Childe #Yandere Ajax #Yandere Genshin impact x reader #yandere #male yandere #sub!tartaglia #sub!ajax #yandere x reader #Childe #Tartaglia x reader #Childe x reader #Ajax x reader #Tartaglia #Ajax #Genshin impact #sub!childe #I don't think I'll add it to masterlist