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paarthurnax59 · 1 year

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"Soul of Liberty"

Prologue

warnings: mentions of cheating(Reader), Dean being a dick, but kind of understandable, swearing, angst. if you are triggered by this stuff, please do not read!

2013

“You know, (Name), if you hadn’t been a horrible and lying bitch, I would have ever found the woman that I was truly meant to be with.” Dean said bitterly with a devilish smirk on his. Knowing well how much this must be hurting (Name) to hear that she had been so easily replaced by a woman far more superior in beauty and in personality. Maria was very everything he could have dreamed of and everything that his soon to be ex-wife wasn’t. He didn’t go far yet with Maria because he was still married (Name), but after sleeping with Sam, he figured he would throw all morality out the window. He didn’t sleep with her, but might as well have.

“Dean, I made a mistake. I thought I loved Sam, I really did, but…after learning what I had done to you was wrong and discovering what was wrong with Sam after you left, I made the worst mistake of my life. I took you for granted. I know it that now. I can never say I’m sorry enough. I still love you” (Name) was trying so hard to not let the tears slip down her checks in front of everyone in the restaurant that day. She couldn’t believe she let herself screw up this badly, that now she really was going to lose Dean forever. “I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“You can start by signing those divorce papers, sweetheart. And then after, never show your ugly face to me again.” Dean gritted his teeth staring down at her like a cockroach that he was just itching to squash, like how she had done to his heart and his trust. “We are finished, (Name). This ‘mistake’ had cost you big time. Tell me, (Name), was it worth? How does it feel to be isolated and alone once again, like you were at that orphanage in Smallville as that pathetic little brat that no one would adopt?” Dean uttered with spite in his voice, trying to jab the knife in her back even more. It’s what she deserved after all. He moved his lips to her ear, knowing full well this was the closest she would get to Dean.

“Yeah, that’s got to be hard. The solitude and the feeling that no family ever wanted you, no friends to comfort you and now…no other man will want to you like I had you or Sam. Because no one could ever love a cheater and a liar. We could have had a good life together, a great one, at least compared to what you had before. However, because of your selfishness, manipulation, and lust for my brother. It will never be yours again.” Dean whispered baring his teeth as he as his lips hovered over lips, but not touching them.

Dean was no longer interested in touching this dirty slut ever again. He would be lucky if he never saw her again, which was he was intending on doing. Letting her fade away in his memory like a bad dream and long forgotten. (Name) then took a step back, not believing how much Dean had grown to hate her this much. To hit her with the trauma of her past and making her believe that she was never worth the effort. Not worth fighting for or saving. How did things get this bad? How did she become so selfish? She tries to hold back the crying and the over whelming emotions that threaten to engulf her entire being. If only she were stronger like other hunters were. If only she had never kissed or slept with Sam.

“You can’t mean that, Dean. I can understand that I hurt you and I will regret that for the rest of my life. And if you never want to be with me again, I can live with that. but-”

“But what?” He spat out folding his arms frowning his eyebrows, Looking at what he believed to be the most pathetic human being on the planet.

“Would you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?” She asked, hoping that at least could have that, then she too can move on. Her heart fluttered with hope but soon died as Dean snicked at her and grinned at her pleas.

“Are you kidding? Do you not know me at all, Darling? You know how badly I hold a grudge.” Dean mocked her as more tears threaten to spill from her eyes. Once Dean cared for her tears, he would whip them away until her eyes finally dried and hold her through the night, to the break of dawn. Now, he could care less. In fact, he relished it, because it’s what he had gone through after learning about his wife’s affair with his brother when he was soulless. “I gave you everything I had, my heart, my soul and my promise that I would be the best husband I could be. I protected you, cherished you and saved your life more times than I could count. Far more than you would ever do for me and how do you pay me? By going behind my back, flirting with my brother, touching him, lying to me and sleeping with the man that I gave my life for over and over again. And still would. Not that I could say the same for you.” Dean grumbled trying to get to answering her question. “You have no idea what this did to me. (Name). To us. You broke us, (Name). You broke us in ways that could never be fixed and for that…I hate you and I will never forgive you for as long as we both live.” Dean’s last words now permanently sealed what little hope (Name) had of reconciling with Dean. She just wanted at that moment for Hell to just swallow her up and make her endure the worst amount of torture imaginable. Anything was better than having the man she loved so deeply hate her with every fiber of his being. When Dean held grudges, he would often hold them until death would take him. She stepped away from him with her mouth dropped and her mind blank.

“Now, if you will excuse us, (Last Name).” He spit back her maiden name. “Me, my Brother, my beautiful girlfriend, and friends need to get back home.”

“Wait, home?” She asked confused. Had Sam and Dean obtained a house of their own?

“Yeah, We found a bunker. The Men of Letters Bunker. Turns out our dad was a legacy and met our grandfather. Made it our own cozy little home base. Defiantly beats jumping from Motel to Motel all the time and sleeping in the Impala.” He bragged, knowing full well that is the life (Name) was doomed to live for the rest of her miserable life. Doomed to live on the road, no home, no family, no friends, and certainly no husband to ever give her warmth and comfort at night. It he could create (Name)’s own personal hell, that would be it. No physical amount of pain and torture would compare to the pain of loneliness for her. That…was her worst fear, her nightmare. “Also, must beat living at an lonely and cold orphanage either. So, why don’t you just do me a favor and sign the damn papers I sent you and I never have to see your face again.” Dean then turned to leave but stopped like he forgot something. “Oh! I almost forgot!” He walked back and stared down at his ex and held out his hand. “I need to have the ring back. It was my mother’s after all. No way I would have some whore like you keep it any longer. You’re not worthy of it.”

(Name), although she was too shocked for words, lifted her left hand and slipped Mary’s wedding ring off and hovered over Dean’s hand, pulled away when she tried to place it in his hand.

“Don’t touch me. Just drop it.” Dean spat bitterly, not wanting to even be in contact with this girl in anyway ever again. People in the restaurant watched the seen unfold as the pair exchange their last words to each other.

“Can you at least try to be civil, Dean?” She begged him to not sound more pathetic than she already was being, and then proceeded to drop the ring into Dean’s hand after he stuck it out again.

“I think you lost the right for me to be civil, darling.” Dean retorted as he stuck the ring back into his pocket. “You know, this ring might actual look good on Maria’s finger when the time comes. Now that proposal will be much more romantic and beautiful than then the last one.” Dean bragged as (Name)’s heart sank even further with tears streaming down her face, thinking what they had done was nothing. When Dean proposed to her, it was only them and the night sky while eating cheeseburgers and malt shakes as the meteor shower hit. He asked her to turn around and then when she looked back at him with him down on one knee. To (Name), it was perfect, because she was with her true love. “I’m thinking…dinner at a five-star restaurant, with a violin playing and three course meal and dancing after that.”

“But you don’t-”

“Dance, I know, but for Maria, I’m willing to do anything for. After all, she isn’t a cheater that messes around with my brother.” Dean interrupted. “She’s Latina after all. And she does love to dance.” Dean said and looked across the room at his gorgeous girlfriend waving back at him lovingly and he gladly reciprocated. Dean told her from the beginning that he wasn’t into dancing and barely ever did it with her, not even on their wedding day because Dean just wanted to get the whole ceremony over with so they can start the honeymoon. “Because unlike you, sweetheart…she is worth it. So thank you for making me realize the biggest mistake of my life, and that was ever meeting you, (Name).”

#dean winchester #angst #the avengers #marvel #dean winchester angst #supernatural

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salsflore · 1 year

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💌 , 🎶 for zhongli cuz anniversary, 🎁 for diluc and haitham?

BINAAA okok thank you for the ask !!

💌 - what would a love letter from your f/o look like?

for zhongli, a simple envelope sealed with wax! maybe he’d even go through the small effort of folding the envelope himself instead of just having purchased it. i feel like his love letters wouldn’t often be over the top gushing lovemail, just things about missing me, or this reminded me of you and i wish we could share the sight, etc.

he might sign the envelope or write a little something on it if it’s not already included in the letter itself. think he’d be the type to end them with cute things like “missing you,” or “thinking of you,” or “i spent all your money sorry darling please forgive me,” you know xoxo

🎶 - what song/lyrics remind you of your f/o?

🎁 - what present would you get your f/o? What do they get you?

girl if i mention ji ming yue / moonlight thoughts in relation to zhongli one more time i think i might get kicked off. so other than that? perhaps valentine, by laufey..

i think it’s a bit silly to think of the loser geo archon reduced to just some guy that gets giddy over his crush even after literally getting married. thinking of him being shy, unsure ( lack of romantic experience or something, i guess ) makes me ill. he’d be so cute waahhh

warning i rambled a bit here

wowowow a question for ‘luc & alh! okay okay um so if it’s something like a bday, anniv gift then diluc would probably be a little clueless, might even ask adelinde on what to get? if it’s “just because” gifts i feel like he’d pick up small things like oh! a small bouquet of flowers. a little charm he saw, and thought i’d enjoy, etc. in return i’d ... honestly even in real life i don’t think too hard, i just try to pay attention to the things they like or seem to need.

other than those, probably small cute trinkets and stuff :] i imagine we’d be apart pretty often, so i’d be like “hey, loser! i got us matching keychains are you madly in love with me yet” and he’d be like “um. thanks” but also said keychain would be on his person 24/7.

now for alhaitham he’s definitely the type to give mostly practical gifts i think? things he knows i’d enjoy and can make a good use out of. if not that, he’d just directly ask, no need to think about it too much when you can get a straightforward answer! just my type ♡_♡ so his present depends on whatever i literally just ask for

for gifts i’d get him? genuinely don’t even know LOL maybe books... but if i get him the wrong book he might break up with me so then what! i should get him a children’s storybook. also maybe like silly stationery? and he’s like uh this is kind of ugly but he’ll be seen using it to fill out paperwork anyways, because it writes well and he loves me

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death-and-other-myths · 1 year

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The Emperor and the Nightingale

ACT 2

(The Emperor sits in his throne room, seated upon a shining throne carved from marble, plated with silver, and accented by mother-of-pearl. He is surrounded by at least one hundred people. Some are his advisors and royal entourage— the group of well-dressed men about his age that sporadically relay quippy remarks and compliment him. All others are various entertainers.)

(Acrobats flip through the air. Fire dancers tumble to the right. Trained dogs are doing backflips on the left. A troupe of mimes perform on unicycles center stage.)

Emperor:

(Holds his head)

Oh woe. What have I done? What did I do to deserve a life so dull? So empty. I’m so bored and hollow I think I might die.

Royal Entourage Member #1:

Don’t die your majesty.

Royal Entourage Member #2:

But I’m sure if you did, it would be the best death.

Royal Entourage Member #3:

No one would die as handsomely as you!

Royal Entourage Member #4:

Whippy Zot Zam Zam! You’re the best, dude!

Emperor:

(Still writhing on the throne)

Woe… Woe… Woe…

Empress:

(Emerges into the room with the slam of the doors. Her hair is pulled into a slick ponytail and her make up is sharp and cat-like. She stomps to the throne confidently in one of her most ostentatious gowns. As soon as the appears, every party freezes to bow.)

Everyone out!

(She stomps to her throne to sit beside her husband.)

Emperor:

Dearest? Is that you? It’s so dark. So cold.

Empress:

Stop being dramatic, darling. Look, I’ve brought you the most glorious present.

(Alphonse and Ophelia enter the throne room with four robotic guards. A fifth one trails behind with Richard in tow, who is gagged and struggling.)

(The four guards are hauling the Nightingale by a gold chain around her neck. She has matching chains around her hands, which chime and jingle when she walks.)

(The Emperor peeks through his hands at first, then sits up with an astonished look.)

(The Nightingale looks human, but maintains a somewhat radiant form. Her hair is milky white. Her skin shines iridescent. She is barefoot, but wears a satin dress woven from moonlight. It shimmers with her movement, glinting just as pointedly as the arrow still stuck in her back.)

Emperor:

(Awestruck)

What is this?

Alphonse:

We are pleased to introduce the Nightingale, your majesty. Queen of midnight and lord of the enchanted forest.

Ophelia:

One of a kind and ready to perform at your command, this mythical creature’s song truly lifts the spirit.

Alphonse:

The Nightingale heals all ailments, even those of the heart.

Ophelia:

The Nightingale is yours, my Emperor.

Empress:

The Nightingale is ours, my love. What do you think of my generous gift?

Emperor:

(Has yet to blink)

She’s the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.

Empress:

(Aghast)

Ah-Psh well. Yeah. If you have a thing for animals.

HEY! Sing, you!

The Nightingale:

(Does not move. Does not sing.)

Empress:

I command you to sing right this instant.

Heal my husband’s heart!

The Nightingale:

(Glares at the Empress)

Get this arrow out of me.

(The guards jerk her chains.)

Ophelia:

Obey your Empress, beast.

The Nightingale:

I obey no one.

Empress:

Quite an ugly little bird, if you ask me.

Alphonse:

(Turns to Richard)

You. Make her sing. Use your woodsman tricks to tame this beast.

Richard:

(Struggles to free himself of the gag)

My lady, forgive me.

Empress:

That’s more like it.

Richard:

(Gestures to the Nightingale)

I was talking to her.

The Nightingale:

(Glares at Richard)

I know you, woodsman. First you abduct thousands of my children, then you have the audacity to capture a god. Is there nothing you humans won’t ruin at the slightest touch?

(Shakes her chains at him)

The second I am freed yours will be the first life I collect!

Emperor:

Wait, wait.

(Gets up from his throne and jogs to them)

My dear, dear Nightingale. Forgive me. Forgive us our rudeness. Please, release her from these chains.

Alphonse:

Sir, with all due respect, that is ill-advised.

The Nightingale:

I am going to kill you.

Emperor:

Come now. There’s no need for bloodshed.

And you, kind… feral man that delivers my birds…

Richard:

Richard.

Emperor:

Yes. See to it that he is freed as well. You are my guests.

(Cautiously, they unchain her.)

(The Nightingale rolls her neck once it’s free of the gold. Though her hands remain bound, Alphonse and Ophelia hesitantly back away.)

(The Nightingale eyes the Emperor suspiciously.)

Emperor:

Better?

The Nightingale:

(Looks him up and down)

Are you the Emperor?

This man that is dying from a broken heart?

Emperor:

(Looks about the room uncomfortably. He leans in close to her.)

Is that— is that what they told you?

The Nightingale:

(Lets him come close)

There is great sadness in your eyes.

Emperor:

(Watches her. His face somewhat fragile.)

(The Nightingale leans over to glare at Richard, then teeters back to gaze at the Emperor again. For a long time, she considers him.)

(The Empress, Alphonse, and Ophelia look on with great interest.)

The Nightingale:

If I help you, you will take his arrow out of me and allow me to return to the forest?

Emperor:

Yes.

The Nightingale:

Then you will never set foot in my kingdom again. Not for me,

(she shoots a look at Richard)

and not for any of its tenants. If I ever see you again, I will not be so merciful.

Emperor and Richard:

Yes

(She pauses for a moment.)

(Takes a breath.)

(And then the Nightingale begins to sing.)

(It’s similar to the one they heard that night in the forest, though slightly less bird and a little more human.)

(Though infinitely more beautiful. There might be words, but it’s an ancient, operatic chant the likes of which no one has ever heard before. There’s a swell of gasps in the court as a palpable energy fills the room. Arms raise to wipe tears from their eyes.)

(The Emperor gasps, clutching his chest with an astonished smile on his face. When he squints his eyes, tears fall, and he can’t help it. He crumbles to his knees at the feet of the night god. She kneels with him, offers him her hands, and finishes her song.)

The Empress:

(Wipes a tear from her eye with a long red nail and offers a clap. The rest of the room follows suit.)

The Emperor:

(Shudders)

I can’t describe it. The gloom has lifted. My head feels clear. I haven’t felt such joy since I was a child. What have you done to me?

(He cries)

I feel full of light. All darkness is gone. Oh beautiful creature from the wood, how can I ever repay you?

The Nightingale:

(Rubs his back sympathetically)

You can stay out of my forest and never contact me again.

(The Emperor takes her hands.)

The Emperor:

I had no idea a song could change my life so much.

(The Nightingale smiles and tugs at her hands but he won’t let them go.)

The Emperor:

What if you leave and the darkness comes back?

The Nightingale:

That is none of my concern.

The Emperor:

You can’t leave. You’re the only thing that has ever brought me relief. Or true happiness. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.

The Nightingale:

You’ll manage.

(whips her hands free, but doing so causes pain in her shoulder)

The Emperor:

You must stay.

Alphonse:

You heard the Emperor. Cease her!

(As the robotic guards close in, Richard jumps forward, ripping the golden arrow out of the Nightingale’s back.)

Richard:

RUN!

(The Nightingale wastes no time, shoving past the Emperor and darting out of the throne room. She’s lighter than air and quick as the west wind. Her bare feet pound against the red carpet that lines the hallway, but she cannot return to her true form just yet. Her wound is still healing.)

(Guards and people shout all around her. Butlers and waitstaff throw themselves against the wall. Robot guards try to grab her, but she’s too fast. The Nightingale runs through a hall of statues. She runs through a kitchen stuffed with hundreds of cakes. She runs through a room that is just one giant dance party. Each room is more horrific than the last.)

(Desperately looking for open air, the Nightingale discovers the aviary. At this, she pauses. It is a giant ornate iron birdcage holding thousands of birds— all of whom are screaming at her.)

The Birds:

Help, mother! Help!

More Birds:

Run, mother! Run! In her moment of distraction, a golden arrow spears the Nightingale through her stomach. She looks at it— at her iridescent blood. And the scene goes black.

NEXT ACT

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imaginethisimaginethat · 2 years

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Yours, forever • [B.B x reader] Part 1

Summary: It is your seasonal debut, you dance with a few people but it is one person in particular that catches your interest.

This is a three part series that I have already completed :) i’m also sorry that I can’t do the ‘see more’ option, i’m on my phone and i’m useless!

Warnings: none apart from benny being sexy but what’s new, slight mention about being a bigger woman (but never mentioned again)

Word count: 1.1k

Part 2 | Part 3

You were never one for balls.

But here you were, on the way to one.

It was your season debut, something that your Mama had been going on about for weeks now. You needed to be on your best behaviour, you needed to dance the night away until your feet hurt with every gentleman that wanted to get to know you.

However, you did not believe this to be an authentic setting to do so. You always believed that you would find your husband somewhere not so orchestrated. You knew you needed to marry, you always wanted to have the fairy-tale lifestyle with someone you loved so dearly.

"Keep that smile on your face, darling." Your mother said, you were the eldest of three. Your sister sat to the side of you and your brother on the other side of your mother.

"Of course, mother."

The carriage pulled to a holt outside of Lady Danbury's estate and you could already hear the music from inside. You knew as soon as you got out of the carriage, the worlds eyes would be on you, including Lady Whistledown.

Your brother got out first, helping you down. You all walked inside, the array of different coloured dresses flew around as everyone was dancing and gossiping away.

"Remember to get your dance card as full as possible." Your mother whispered into your ear, whilst she was looking around the room.

You weren't ugly, that was known, even to you. However, you were far from desirable. In this society, to be a slighter bigger woman was frowned upon. You knew that it would be harder for you to attract a suitor but that wasn't going to stop you from enjoying your evening. Plus, your mother had always thought you were the most wonderful and gorgeous human being to walk the earth.

"Mrs Y/L/N, what a pleasure." Lady Danbury approached, with her signature walking stick. You smiled up at her and she returned it, "This must be your eldest."

"Hopefully the new season's diamond." Your mother replied.

"Mama!"

"What? I can't live in hope." She pushed you along towards the dancefloor, so you could enjoy your evening.

About an hour had passed, you had a few dances with a few lovely young men but none that stood out to you. All of them were gentleman, they were kind and not at all unsuitable, but you weren't going to settle for mediocre. If you couldn't find someone this season, you would simply wait.

You went to table where the punch was and stood there, taking a sip. Everyone was too busy on the dancefloor, and you wanted a moments respite.

"I find standing here away from everything, is the best thing to do at things like this." A voice came from the side of you. It startled you as you looked up to see a man, who was incredibly handsome.

"It seems that I am quite tired after only three dances, maybe this life isn't for me after all." Sarcasm dripped in your voice as you took another sip of your drink, still facing forward.

The man laughed, "What's your name?"

Turning to face him now, you looked into his blue eyes, the slight twinkle from the candlelight around the room, "Y/N Y/L/N, and you?"

"Benedict. Benedict Bridgerton."

You choked on your drink, "Mr Bridgerton. Please forgive me, I had no idea."

Again, he laughs, "No need for any of that, Miss."

You nod at him and look back at all the people dancing. Benedict doesn't move from your side; he stays there, and you can feel him looking at you.

"Paint a picture, it will last longer."

"Maybe I will." He leaned into your ear, grabbing your wrist as he did so. Your heart thumped in your chest as his fingers graced your gloved wrist. You had never been this close to a man before and for him to be so bold. You couldn't even form a sentence to reply to him.

He grabbed your dance card and wrote his name down, "I look forward to our dance." And with that, he walked away. Leaving you dumbfounded.

After the encounter with Benedict, you couldn't be more excited to dance with him, but you had a few more with other suitors before you could dance with him.

Mr Smith was your last dance before Benedict. He took you around the dancefloor with ease and suave, he was dreamy to say the least. The way he feathered his fingers on your waist, not enough to impose but enough to show dominance.

You were left breathless as the song came to an end, Mr Smith took your gloved hand and kissed it gently. You nodded your head towards him and went over to take a sip of your drink.

"That seemed to go well." Your Mother was beside you.

"He is a very lovely gentleman."

"And kind on the eyes." She nudged you with her elbow but straighten up when she saw Mr Bridgerton coming towards you both.

"Mr Bridgerton." Both you and your mother said in sync.

"I was rather hoping I could take your daughter for her last dance." He held out his hand towards you, you looked towards your mother who had the look of glee on her face. You took his hand in your own, his hands were much bigger than yours and he was clearly a little old than you.

As soon as your eyes met his on the dancefloor, all thoughts left your head. It was just you and Benedict, on that dancefloor and no one else seemed to matter. You were hoping that's what he was feeling too. It's silly, only knowing of someone for a short few hours but them becoming the only sensible thought in your head.

The tempo in the sound had changed, both of your hands hovering in front of one another, mirroring. Almost touching each other but not having the privilege. His eyes burned into your own, he owned the most intense stare you had ever seen.

"I see you enjoyed the company of Mr Smith?" He twirled you around, your back now to him as he was behind you.

"He is a very lovely gentleman." You said, the exact same thing you said to your Mother. You tried to keep your breath steady as he swayed against you with the music.

"And what do you think of me?" He turned you back to face him, his smile plastered on his face. You could get used to that smile.

"I'm not sure."

"Oh, really?"

"I am sure if you are serious, Mr Bridgerton, you will be at my house tomorrow morn. Will you not?"

He smiled, bowing towards you as the song finished, kissing your hand. His lips lingering there as he looked up at you, "Of course, Miss."

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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Make Up For It

Lucifer x Fem!MC

Smut/NSFT

(Degradation into praise, spanking, comfort; writing this for my sister @neokogirl who could use the pick-me-up ^^)

"Who do you belong to, MC?"

A loud smack rang through the room as his hand made contact with her bare bottom. She winced and a high whine left her throat. She didn't seem to reply soon enough apparently, as another smack came down on her skin, leaving a stinging red mark.

"Answer me now, you little slut."

She felt tears stinging her eyes suddenly, but it wasn't from the pain of the spanking he was giving her.

It had been like this for a while now. He would call her a 'slut' or a 'whore', his 'cum dumpster', all kinds of degrading things that she tried so hard to convince herself she enjoyed; but deep down, she was realizing she didn't like the names at all.

She cried out loudly when he spanked her once more, this time pulling away from his hand. He immediately noticed her change in demeanor and pulled away from his actions to lay next to her and pull her tightly into his arms.

"MC, talk to me. What's wrong? Was I being too rough?"

She could see the genuine concern in Lucifer's red eyes as they took in her tear stained face, and a whole new wave of tears crashed down on her. He tightened his hold on her and pressed several kisses to her forehead and temple, whispering 'It's alright' as he slowly rocked her.

"Please tell me what's wrong, my love."

The pet name made her chest clench. "Lucifer, I...I don't like doing this after all. I don't like the ugly names and the roughness like I thought I did. I tried to convince myself it was enjoyable and I was okay with you having such control but it scares me and it hurts. I don't like it..."

He listened as she spoke, and nodded, holding her close once she finished. "I understand, my love. I won't use such names on you again nor will I ever degrade you as I have been. Forgive me for doing so, I genuinely believed it was something you enjoyed. If ever you need reassurance like this again, don't hesitate to speak with me. I love you, MC, and I want you to only be happy and comfortable when with me."

She cuddled into his chest and nodded her agreement, reveling in his tight hold and soft kisses to her head. She turned her head to accept his kisses on her lips, sighing happily into the feel until they began to deepen. She soon straddled his lap and pressed him onto his back, feeling that he was beginning to harden again against her bottom.

"W-Would you like me to ride you?" she asked, suddenly shy despite her brashness in taking control of the situation.

"Only if you wish to. I won't ever say no," he teased, his hands coming to rest on her hips as his thumbs drew small circles in her skin.

She leaned forward to kiss him over and over, as she shifted on his lap to allow his cock access to her wet count. One hand braced on his chest while the other guided his tip into her entrance, she sank down on him slowly, mouth slightly agape as she stretched around his girth.

He groaned at the sensation, eyes closing as he enjoyed her wet heat around his cocktail. "You feel so good, MC. Always feel so good."

She felt a flutter in her chest at the deepness in his voice, and began to slowly ride him, bouncing on his lap with her hands on his shoulders. His own hands traced along her side and around to her back, scratching ever so lightly with his red nails.

"My beautiful darling. My beloved MC," he whispered, a hand making its way into her hair and pulling her down to kiss him softly. She sighed into the kiss, rolling her hips a but more against his own as the kiss deepened.

He groaned once more as her paced picked up and she felt the slightest nip to her lower lip, allowing her mouth to open and his tongue to slip into her mouth. Distracted by the kiss, she didn't feel his hands shift to her sides and suddenly he flipped her to her back, his cock still nestled in her tight heat.

She gasped when she hit the mattress, looking up at him slightly startled, but moaned loudly when he rolled his hips, pressing deeply into her. He smirked down at her, leaning forward to give her another kiss.

"Let me make it up to you, my love. Let me make you feel good."

His head dipped so his lips grazed the skin of her neck, kissing and nipping the skin as he rolled his hips against her, his thrusts deep and hard. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull at the sensation, reveling in the thrill of her cunt being filled by him.

She could feel the coil in her lower belly tighten with his ministrations, his name leaving her lips in high whines as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hold him closer. He buried his face in her neck, his breathing beginning to come in pants and hot against her skin.

"Come undone for me, MC. I want to feel your walls tighten around me and pull me deeply inside you. Cum for me."

His words were her undoing, as his hard thrusts helped to throw her over the edge and tumble into bliss. She tightened around him completely, holding him as close as her body would allow as she rode her high, feeling him thrust into her a few more times before finding his own release.

They both basked in the throes of their orgasm, panting hard and clinging to each other until the high wore down and they laid cuddled in each others' arms. He was still nestled deep inside her, but she enjoyed the sensation completely, not wanting him to move at all.

"I am sorry about calling you such things, my love."

She looked up at his face, taking in the sad shadow that was cast over his ruby eyes. She placed both hands on the sides of his face, leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips.

"It's alright, Lucifer. I had asked for it most of the time anyway. But now I understand that I truly don't enjoy it, so it's something we can avoid in the future, together. I love you so much for caring about me, and helping me feel better."

He smiled genuinely in return, giving her another kiss.

"Anything for you, my love."

#obey me smut #obey me nsft #obey me shall we date smut #obey me shall we date nsft #lucifer #fem!mc #lucifer x fem!mc #fanfiction #fanfic

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dapandapod · 3 years

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Panda!! 🐼 Could I request Jaskier showing Eskel that he looks beautiful/sexy with his scars when he feels insecure, that he feels unloved, please? Thanks so much, dear heart!! 💜

Absolutely darling Alex! It went softer and just a hint sadder than I intended, but I hope you like it! <333 Also, this is my first Jaskel, please enjoy!

Thank you @wolf-and-bard for helping me beta read this <333

On Ao3 here! Part two Part three

When Eskel sleeps, he does so on his side. His scars hidden in his pillow, gone from the world. That way, when he lies next to Jaskier, he hopes he will stay.

It’s harder when they are awake. Harder to hide his ugliness, his mistakes, his cruelty. He carries it with him always, a weight he is used to and comfortable with. Eskel knows what he looks like. Has accepted it.

He misses smiling though. Jaskiers smile is catching, achingly bright.

Eskel finds it hard to believe that Jaskier really wants him. Really wants him. Wants to stay with him. Jaskier is a very free spirit, a kind and very loyal one. Eskel doesn’t doubt his loyalty, he just finds it very hard to believe Jaskier’s colorful words of love.

Because how can he be worthy of it? How could he possibly be enough? Ugly, scarred, and dangerous as he is. How could he possibly hold Jaskier back, because of this wonderful loyalty?

So he does everything in his might to keep him. To be worthy. He struggles, he fights his own insecurities, because even if he doubts his own worth, he has to trust Jaskier’s judgement.

“It is my love, Eskel, and I give it to who I want.” Jaskier once told him. That time, his love wasn’t directed towards Eskel. And now it is.

And it is just as heavy.

When Eskel sleeps, Jaskier notices he sleeps on his side, hiding his scars.

Jaskier tries not to make a big deal out of it, but when they wake up, he makes a point of kissing his scarred cheek, his broken lips.

The first time he did, Eskel flinched. Jaskier asked if it hurt, and Eskel stared at him for a long moment before he admitted, no, he just isn’t used to kisses on his scars.

Jaskier never pushes him, never mentions what he sees. He just pours as much love as he can into it. He heard of a technique once, from a land far, far away. You don’t throw out broken pieces, you meld them back together with gold, and make them even more precious.

Jaskier is not vain enough to think of his kisses as gold, but he does his best to mend, to see the beauty that Eskel won’t.

He has a plan. Jaskier knows Eskel likes to face him as they sleep. So he puts his trickster plan into motion one night in Kaer Morhen. Jaskier sneaks off to bed early, taking Eskel’s side of the bed.

“It smells like you,” he says by way of explanation, giving Eskel his softest smile. Eskel forgives him, like he always does.

This time however, Eskel doesn’t settle easily. Usually, he would lay on his side and watch, touch, kiss as Jaskier falls asleep. Tonight, he struggles. His scars are in plain view, and Jaskier can see how much he wants to hide them.

Eskel flinches when Jaskier reaches out a hand and cups his cheek. The skin under his fingers is warm, alive, and Jaskier is forever grateful that he is allowed to touch, to love.

“I love you,” Jaskier whispers. “Everything that makes up you. If you’d let me, I want to stay by your side always.”

It was never his plan to make Eskel crumble. But in front of his eyes, this big man falls into pieces. Jaskier pours all his golden kisses in the cracks, holds him close to fit the pieces back together.

They kiss, cry, and then Eskel pulls Jaskier on top of him. Warmth turns to heat, and Jaskier’s fingers stroke Eskel’s wide, hairy chest. He kisses his soft stomach, adores his thick thighs.

Jaskier loves everything that makes up Eskel, and when he finally sinks into him, he thinks Eskel might start to believe it too.

“I love you,” Jaskier tells him, over and over again. “I love you”.

Eskel sleeps on his side.

Behind his back, a bard with golden kisses holds him close. His scars are hidden in the pillow still, but one day, he might find the gold in the cracks, and trust it’ll hold.

#jaskel #jaskier x eskel #short #soft tummies #insecure eskel #loving jaskier #the witcher #witcher eskel #jaskier the bard #dapanda writes #established relationship #jaskiers golden kisses #soft and sad #just a little #fluff #does it count as fluff?#soft will have to do

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gojology · 3 years

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— Gojo and Nanami | Their Insecurities

pairing : insecure gojo x gender neutral reader, insecure nanami x gender neutral reader warnings : unedited, probably some misspellings, maybe some cursing, i probably dont make sense at all wordcount : 1703 a/n : this is so bad dear god please forgive me for deeming this as content

GOJO SATORU ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Gojo’s insecure about his lack of bodyhair. His lack of facial hair and arm hair worries him. Being babyfaced wasn’t something positive in his eyes- no, he wishes he was physically more masculine.

Your eyes meet his, the sun rays bathing both of you in an orange filtered light. His mouth is slightly opened, skin flush to the touch. After a night of intimacy, your ready for another round, pushing your palm towards his forehead. “Good morning, Satoru.” you say, voice slightly wavering even in the most private presence, without the formalities and what not, he’s surprisingly normal, and it’s taken you a bit to adjust to that. He’s warm, but it’s the good kind of warm, and it shows on his silly, dopey smile.

You guess it wasn’t the time for more sex, so you resist your urges, directing the energy to something else.

Gradually, your palms find themselves on his cheeks, and you pinch them slightly, giving him a look you hope is loving- because you really do mean it. Your rest assured, as the curve to his swollen lips grew even wider. The sounds of bird chirped as your fingers danced across his jawline, finally at your final stop, his chin.

You tip his chin up, and sure enough, hickeys are adorning his neck. A feeling of joy and honor fills you for a brief second, you were the one that was allowed to see him vulnerable, given the pass into his locked up heart. He finally breaks the silence between the two of you, pushing away your slack hand delicately.

It’s peculiar, there’s a tremble to his lips, like he’s scared, or about to burst into a fit of tears. You think it should be the other way around, but here you were, arms held close to your chest, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, bated breath preventing you from questioning the sudden change in tone.

“Hey, um, Y/N, weird ass question, but, am I hairy? Like, wooly mammoth hairy?”

You can’t tell if it’s sarcasm or not.

Trying not to make a face, you shrug your shoulders. “Well, I mean, not really. You’re actually pretty nonhairy, in terms of uh... The average-” you pause, realizing how drastically his face fell. “-But I do like non-hairy guys! Who would wanna date a wooly mammoth anyways? Hey, baby..” you coo, giving him a tiny peck on the cheek, fluttering your eyelashes. “What’s this about? Hey, you know, you can just be straightforward with me, I don’t mind.”

He doesn’t take a moment of hesitation, exasperatedly blurting out, “Does my lack of.. Hair, bother you?” but it seems he regrets it, your cheeks puffing up, stifling a giggle. Yet, he maintains the bone-chilling eye contact, his eyes are as vivid as ever, so blue it looked like the entrance to heaven. Your immediately lulled, whatever he was going to say was definitely urgent.

“W-What? Are you being serious?” covering your mouth, your voice is muffled, but his face looks absolutely terrified, and you relish in how funny he looked. It wasn’t everyday that he was genuinely frightened, well, maybe he didn’t show it often. “Of course not! Why would I be even remotely worried about bodyhair when I have something way more eye-catching in front of me?”

The shock turns into a sheepish smile, returning for a second time, your heart melting instantly. He takes a long, deep breath, exhaling the tension away, tugging at the covers to go over his chest. You hadn’t realized that he had stolen more than half of the blanket for himself, but you don’t make a fuss about it.

For all the weight he carried on his sagging shoulders, you’re sure the warmth is appreciated.

NANAMI KENTO ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Nanami thinks he’s a boring person, through and through. Outside of work, he doesn’t see why anyone would want him. Some days, he wonders if he should pick up on Gojo’s personality, telling jokes and being sarcastic and what not.

The fine, white porcelain Nanami had gifted you was beautiful, to say the least. Nanami frequently shone it until it glimmered in the light, wiping any smudge or speck of dirt that dared to get on his beloved tea set that he gifted to you a few months prior. Gold trim, alongside depictions of birds fluttering about, and your favorite flowers. It’s perfect for you, and that’s why he had gotten it. His eyes had instantly brightened, picturing your beaming face as you served the two of you some tea.

But he wonders, would you be happier if he perhaps gifted you something more up to date in comparison to the porcelain? He had enough money to buy you the world, bags, jewelry, he’d often used to hear stories of his co-workers giving their wives expensive, well, anything, and they’d be over the moon. A sudden realization grew inside of him at the thought of this:

Was he too out-of-date?

The thought went rampant in his usually collected mind, twisting and turning at night, only the sound of you, deep in sleep, could calm the troubled man down. As a consequence to his overthinking, he got little to no rest, and if he got little to no rest, his eyebags would turn their ugly, sneering faces in his direction.

And so, as he’s baking tea cakes to go along with the afternoon tea the two of you would routinely drink, he’s going deep into depth of himself. He’s a good worker, good at...

What was he good at? Aside from work, he can’t see why he’d be of use. Nanami acknowledges he’s stoic, which may be good in some cases, but often, everyone runs away from him because he appears as scary with those cold, calculating eyes. As opposed to Gojo, everyone enjoyed how lenient of a teacher he was. Well, Nanami isn’t sure on that, maybe aside from Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji, everyone hated that. Regardless, him and Gojo don’t share something in common.

Gojo has humor, and he doesn’t.

So why did you like him?

Nanami’s subconsciously drumming his long, bony fingers against the counter, eyes studying the ceiling like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Steadily, an acrid smell completely overwhelmed your senses- now, you’re hacking into your arm, and finally, Nanami comes back to Earth.

He blinks a few times, like he’s drinking in his surroundings, before he realizes the tea cakes are completely burning into a crisp.

Now, he’s on heightened alert, yanking open the handle to the oven and fanning out the flames with a random oven mitt he had hastily grabbed for. Beads of sweat are developing on his skin, before finally, you rush in, still hacking up a storm with a large pot of freezing water in your shaking hands.

Nanami curses himself for ever appearing as informal, but then he remembers he’s infront of his significant other, he didn’t have to put on an act. His face relaxes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he’s paused- by you. You raise your palm up at him, the other hand opening up a window looking over the garden.

“Nana.” he freezes completely, the affectionate nickname was specially reserved for confrontations like this. You spoke softly, which, for some reason, was significantly worse than you screaming into his ear. Your eyes follow suit, staring at his collar, loosening his tie. He winces, but Nanami’s not sure why he does. You had touched him millions of times, so why was it now that he didn’t accept it?

“Yes, my love?” he finally breathes out, wrapping a strong, gentle arm around your waist just loosely. You place your thumb just below his lower lip, your index finger rubbing his plush lips all at the same time. The exchange is purely affectionate, yet, he’s still tense.

“What has gotten into you?” you murmur.

“I- Nothing, darling, I’ll bake another-”

“No.” is all you say before you grab him by the chin, unwavering. Usually, those piercing eyes of his are emotionless, something shocking. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, so why is it that it’s blocked off? But you guess it wasn’t the case here, he stared back with the same level of intensity, fear and peculiarity. You stay in that position for a little, savoring just how much you must mean to him, it wasn’t everyday he was vulnerable and let you inside. Your breathing is heavy, eyelids heavy as well due to his routinely ruckus every night, but you’re determined to erase any trace there was left of that. You kiss him. It’s sloppy, yet chaste. A fight for dominance usually occurs between the two of you, and almost routinely, Nanami wins, but this time, he lets you do the work.

Your lips never once trail away from his own. Heavy breathing through nostrils, hands roaming where it shouldn’t at such an early time, but who gave a fuck about the rules? It wasn’t a workplace, and you’d never let it be one. He clings onto your figure, you savor his muscular physique. Not once do his hands not roam, your flesh was his, and his was yours.

Finally, you pull away, heat rising to your cheeks, tears are beginning to dawn on your glassy eyes. “I’ve listened to you roll around in bed every night, mumbling shit about how you don’t see why I’d want you. You better donate your eyes and brain to charity right now.”

This wasn’t the reaction, or beatdown he was expecting. He flinches at the vivid image he got of you gouging out his eyeballs. “...Why must I do that?

“Because, you don’t use them, obviously. If you took a fucking second of your life to look deeper into your personality below the surface level, you’d see how fucking amazing you are and I love you for that.”

Shaking your head furiously, you shush him up yet again when he finally decides to speak up, tears are beginning to spill down your cheeks. “Shut up, Nana. Shut. Up.” pulling him in for another kiss, your hands grabbing at his shoulder like he was going to let go.

But he never did.

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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (2)

pairing: taehyung x f reader

genre: horror au, yandere au, saw/john kramer au

synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughs, abusive relationships, stalking etc. dont read if triggered. there are some ?? fucked up things in this but idk what to word them. but also mentions of self harm/self hating thoughts.

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: unedited so pls forgive me for any mistakes and lmk if u want to be added to a taglist^^

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part one part three

You’d spent a couple of hours in the café with Taehyung. Jimin popped over every now and then to talk with his best friend and to make sure you had everything you needed while there.

When you left, Jimin wrapped his arms around you as he bid his farewell, “It was lovely to meet you Y/N! Please, don’t be a stranger!” You simply nodded your head as you pulled away from the hug. You grinned back at him as he moved to Taehyung. You opened the door, carefully stepping outside to leave the boys with some privacy.

Once the door shut Jimin’s smile beamed, “so she’s the girl you’re always talking about, Flower? Right?”

“Yeah she is, thanks for that though man but, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later?”

Taehyung smiled as he made his way towards you, you looked up and he swore, he saw a hint of nervousness in your eyes, probably because it’s dark, he thought to himself. “Come on then, let’s get you home.” He held out his hand, you were quick to grab a hold of it. Taehyung intertwined your fingers as he tugged you back across the road, “it’ll take about twenty minutes, you gonna be alright to walk?” he glanced down to you.

Your heart warmed at the way his eyes smiled with him, “I’ll be fine, thank you.” He seemed happy enough with your answer as you fell into a steady rhythm. You felt a little conflicted, you may not know Taehyung well but he had an energy about him that made you wanna spill every secret you knew, you’d shared pointless stories while you were at the café, having learnt Taehyung was a family oriented person, he loved art and he was passionate about little subjects other people would deem small. Yet he had a warmth that you’d not seen in anyone else.

Fuck it, you thought, he’s shown nothing but kindness, you may aswell open upto him… atleast.

“I was in an abusive relationship.” Taehyung felt himself smirk but quickly wiped it from his face, he arched an eyebrow as he looked down to you, “it was my first too. It left me, fucked up, in a way. Not that I wasn’t already fucked up.” Progress. He squeezed your hand in reassurance, go on… “I’ve always been insecure and uh, uncomfortable with the way I look. After that disaster of a relationship, it left me worse for wear.” you kept your eyes on the road, you didn’t want to see the judgement on his face yet it didn’t stop you from carrying on, “I never told my friends or family about it. None of them knew I was struggling before it anyway so I’ve been letting it tear me apart.”

“Why tell me then doll?”

You risked a glance at his face. There were no traces of judgement or pity. Swallowing down your nerves, you added softly, “I had to tell someone. Even if that someone is a random person— who showed me kindness when I needed it.”

Taehyung felt his heart clench, she’s already trusting me… this was easier than I thought. “Don’t feel like you need to tell me anything baby,” I already know it all.

You felt your cheeks burn from the pet name, how could something so simple, affect you this much? God, talk about a schoolgirl crush. “That’s the thing, I don’t feel like I need to. I just, I want to.”

Taehyung presented you with his boxy grin, “Then you can tell me anything you want, whether it's big or small.”

“Thank you Taehyung.” It was like the sun had shone down on you, the simplest gesture meant the world. Here you had a person willing to talk to you about your darkest secrets. A person willing to listen. Someone who had no ties to your family, which made it easier for the words to flow from you, “It’s like, I was this happy, care-free kid. I smiled without forcing it and when I laughed… I felt free. I didn’t feel like I was losing my breath. Not like I do now, everytime I do so much as breathe, it's like these roots have twisted around my lungs and everytime a breath escapes, they crush them tighter. It’s like a reminder. You’re never fully alive. You’re never fully happy. Pain overrides any other emotion. I’ve learned that, after all those years. I used to think, I’d never accept it.” A solemn silence fell over you. The roots squeezed your lungs even tighter as you whispered, “I’m scared of living.”

“Flower, some people are anchored to this world by their feet, others by their fears. You don’t have to voice it, I know you’re scared. You have your fears. Your demons. The thing you were doing at the cafe; is destructive. Anything that harms you, is destructive. Fuck, it may only be something as simple as picking your skin but that can lead into bigger things.”

It already has.

“Taehyung, I know that. I knew when it started but it helps, it lessens my anxiety. You’re the only one to have picked up on it. My friends… they don’t notice. If they do, they don’t mention it.”

Taehyung scoffed, “You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?”

Your mouth was sewn shut. You didn’t want to admit it but, there was some truth to his words.

You walked home in silence.

That night haunted you. It forced its way into your dreams. It clouded your thoughts when Yoongi and Hoseok were with you. When you’d spent time together, you were vacant. A soulless body. It was like a poison had found its way into your brain, second guessing relationships and people’s motives.

‘You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?’

Why were you letting it get in your head so much? You knew your friends. They were the only ones you felt safe with. They were your friends for a reason, they supported you (albeit sometimes they had a sense of… tough love) but they always had your back.

You didn’t mention Taehyung to Yoongi or Hoseok. You felt as though that was something that should be kept between you and him. Plus, the duo would’ve felt betrayed and upset by the fact you had wandered into foreign territory alone and found company in a complete stranger-- especially after they’d warned you about the whole Jigsaw shit.

To save the arguments, you went about your life as usual. You helped out your Mum with the flower shop, the array of flowers made you realise how the simplest things were beautiful. That of course, didn’t include yourself. Rancid thoughts clouded what was once, a tranquil space. Those god forsaken roots hadn’t lessened. Breathing was still difficult— as was pretending that you were absolutely fine.

You avoided mirrors, a quick glance could wreck your entire mood. You hated people taking photos of you, it made you scrutinise every single thing.

My nose is too big.

My chin is too round.

My face just shouts ugly.

My legs are disgusting.

My stomach is embarrassing.

My boobs are weird.

Not to say, you didn’t have these thoughts on the regular. However, the more you eluded your appearance, the voices lessened. You could ignore the way you looked, forget it completely. Often convinced yourself you were a plain person. The stereotypical norm: someone that no one would look twice at. It helped you get on with everyday tasks, it helped you ease the anxiety.

After all, every flower must grow through dirt.

But how would you react? If you knew, he had all the pictures of you?

Tuesdays you worked at your Dad’s garage. You didn’t know much about cars but you enjoyed his company. As well as spending time with Hobi and Yoongi. You often found yourself pranking the former with Yoongi, little jokes that luckily, didn’t piss Hobi off too much.

Today though, you were late. You’d had to spend more time trying to find the more appropriate clothing… you didn’t want people to see the slashed lines of red that littered your body.

After you messily threw an outfit together, you made your way down to the garage. You found your eyes trained on the silver Nissan Skyline, mouth agape as you collided into something.

You felt hands grab your shoulders, “Watch where you’re going,” Yoongi brought his hands to ruffle your hair, “gotta be careful while we’ve got that here kidda. That fuckers expensive.” He released a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, softly elbowing him out the way.

Your dad was under the bonnet, a box of tools were scattered around his feet. Organised mess, your Dad was infamous for it.

“Sorry I’m late Pops, what do you want me to do?”

Not even a second later, your Dad turned to face you, “Ah darling, not a lot while we’re working on this. Can you go make us some drinks?”

“Yeah course, I won’t be too long!”

You passed Hoseok on your way to the little kitchen situated at the back, he sent you a wink as he shouted across, “Coffee for me kidda!”

Three cups were spread in front of you. Americano for Yoongi, Coffee for Hobi and Cappuchino for Pops. Just as you were about to shout the guys, a presence had situated itself comfortably behind you. Before you had time to turn around, a deep baritone voice addressed you, “You not gonna ask me if I want a cup baby?”

You felt yourself still. You knew that voice. The voice that was haunting your dreams, even your wake.

You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?

Taehyung watched the way your body tensed, your shoulders stiffened, your breathing altered. Hm, she’s nervous. How cute.

“What are you doing here?” the words passed your lips, delivered as though they were encased in thorns.

A deep chuckle filled the room, “What do you think I’m doing here?” Taehyung inched closer, the atmosphere was almost palpable. You felt the way his chest brushed against your back, a sudden chill shot through you as he brought his hand up— which grazed against your skin whilst he moved your hair from your neck. His eyes turned hungry at the sight of your goosebumps. Your heart raced when he brought his head lower, lips next to your ear, “You think I’m here for you baby?” I am… but you don’t need to know that just yet.

You spun around, squashed between the table and Taehyung. Heat radiated off of him, how can he be so hot? It felt like you were in a furnace (while face to face with the Devil.)

Fear stricken, you tried to fight through it. Don’t show him. Don’t let him see. With a sarcastic smile plastered on your face you retorted, “Of course you are Taehyung. You tracked me down using the information I gave you and figured out which Garage is ours.”

The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone like venom. Taehyung felt himself stifle a laugh.

You just didn’t know. In all fairness, you didn’t know anything. How would you know that Taehyung had done exactly that, except he’d done it months prior.

He lowered his head to yours, your hands raised to push him away but Taehyung wrapped his fingers around each wrist and tugged them to lay between you before you even had the chance to nudge him. You felt like you were stuck in a Venus fly trap.

“I’m not some type of sicko, doll.”

You were just a naive, misunderstood, little girl.

“I’m getting my car fixed. Your dad’s working on it right now.”

Your body visibly relaxed, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Oh, the Skyline? Wait, you have a car and made us walk back to mine the other week?”

“I didn’t make you walk for the fun of it baby, my car is literally in the shop so obviously it was broken.”

Only, the car was perfectly fine when you met him those weeks ago. He had made the pair of you walk so he’d have more of a chance to speak to you and to touch you. The only way he could follow you around without being suspicious, especially at your dads work, was to have a somewhat reasonable excuse (which resulted in him messing with the engine). He knew although you’d shied away from him that night, he could easily win you back around.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Taehyung. I’m also uh, sorry about how that night ended.”

“Don’t sweat it, I know what I said came off a little... weird but I didn’t mean any harm.”

With an angelic smile on your face in return, Taehyung knew that soon, that smile would morph into a grateful one. After all, he was going to help you.

Until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Live or Die.

Your choice.

He had first seen you out and about last year. However, he had first heard of you when the guys working for him had slammed a file onto his desk, Subject #13 was scrawled on the top. Filled to the brim with pictures of you and everything about your life down to the littlest detail.

L/N Y/N— D.O.B 03.11.02— 19 years old.

Phone number: XXXXX.XXXXX

Female. Lives with parents at: 171 Norm Street, Falfield F91 7DW. Was outcasted at school but befriended a Jeon Jeongguk [19 years, male. 92 Carriers Road, Cressage CY5 3EA. XXXXX.XXXXX].

Ex partner is Kang Jaehyo. [23 years. Male. Abusive and manipulative, laid his hands on Y/N multiple times leaving bruises and scars. Sexual abuse was also discovered. Have been broken up for 4 months. 13 Walkers Drive, Falfield, F73 1DL XXXXX.XXXXX]

Y/N has suicidal ideations (as well as 7 attempts). Self harms by “cutting” “punching” and “scratching”. Diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety Disorder on May 13th 2016. Works at Toret Garage and Letty’s Floral. Both places owned by parents.

The web of lies and deceit had barely scraped the surface.

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Okay, so I'm really skinny. Underweight tbh. And I'm kinda insecure about that, because I'm literary bones and skin.

Could I request Brothers dealing with some lesser demons who were laughing at MC because how small, skinny and "easy to break" they are?

All body types are valid and wonderful; just like some people can't control how much weight they put on, others can't control how much weight they can't gain. It's not always simple with body types - just look after yourself regardless of your size. Eat your 3 main meals, have small snacks or mini meals every 2-3 hours that are more healthy or if you have healthy main meals let your mini meals/snacks be unhealthy

Though too much of anything can be unhealthy so is there really a different between the types?

Also please everyone drink plenty of water even if you have to give it some flavour for it be more enjoyable!

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"are you sure you're a human? You look more like a reaper to me."

Three demons surrounded you, leaning on the table as you tried to ignore them. Keeping your focus on the the worksheet Infront of you but a demon snatched your pencil.

"Hey, doesn't this remind you of Someone?" the demon laughed, pointing the pencil at you.

But they took it another step, they easily snapped the pencil in half with one hand. Throwing it back at you. You flinched away, covering your face but luckily it landed on the table.

They were all snickering. Prodding at your arms and sides. You squirmed away from them and slapped their hands.

"leave me alone..."

A different male demon grabbed your wrist, inspecting your slim wrist.

"hey don't grab them like that, you might break them! I mean look at them, they're bone!" The female demon mocked concern.

"Aw come on~ can't handle a few jokes? Humans really are weak."

Your wrist was thrown from his grasp; it smacked on the table and you hissed. Just before you could do anything the classroom door suddenly opened. The demons all whispered a fearful "oh shit" under their breath.

Lucifer:

"I see you're living up to the title 'lesser demon', how wonderful for you."

His condescending smile immediately drooped

His hands moved swiftly and a whip appeared in them, he glared at them

The three of them gulped, looking at each other

"How many lashing should I give them, perhaps everytime they insulted you? Every snicker or chuckle - how about everytime they breathed?"

he snapped the whip with a snarl

They looked at you for mercy and you considered letting Lucifer having his way

But you felt a sick feeling in your stomach knowing how vicious he could get

"i just want an apology and to be left alone..."

"You heard them, beg for forgiveness and if i find any of you were bothering them again I won't let them decide your fate."

The three demons immediately got on their knees, legs shaking as they apologized repeatedly for their actions

You knew it was fake but apart of you felt happy hearing their apology

"you can leave now."

On that cue they ran out making sure to dodge the quick whip from Lucifer

The last one Getting caught on the butt and practically jumped out of the room

"They're foolish, love, you are absolutely ravishing and I could never ask for a more wonderful partner, let's go get some ice cream - my treat to help your bad day."

Mammon:

"ya wanna repeat that? Don't be going all silent just because I'm here~ go on, keep insulting the human, see what happens."

He chuckled, hands in pockets

The demons weren't sure how to respond

To test what he'll do or play it safe

Mammon twiddled a playing card between his fingers, a smirk on his face as he stood behind you

One of the demons opened their mouth but he just flicked his wrist, the card sticking itself in the wall just missing the demon

"I ain't very forgiving, ya see so it's best you start apologizing now or things could get abit messy."

You was surprised by how fast they all dropped

Apologizing and begging for you to forgive them

"Please leave, you've apologized enough."

They all ran out thanking you for being so kind

"awww but (Y/N), you could of made them your posse!"

"I just wanted them to leave, I know they aren't actually sorry."

"hfmp, they better be or else I'll get 'em - did I look cool?! I was practising that trick for weeks!"

You chuckled, kissing his cheek

He grinned even wider as he grabbed your hand

"you were real cool, you were like a spy."

"does that make you my stunning partner in crime? Your looks lure in the suspects and I get them? You can't convince me otherwise - you're a real beaut."

Levithan:

"LMAO, your faces~! I can't wait for this to go viral, perhaps even Prince Diavolo will see this, wouldn't that be unfortunate."

He kept filming, pointing the camera at their faces

They looked even more Horrified

A powerful demon was already coming to get them but now the prince could get involved?

"should I post it, (Y/N)? You're in it after all."

"I just want them to leave me alone, I don't care."

Levithan hummed, displeased at the demons

"it's pretty rude you're just standing there and not apologizing, they're the one in charge if you get found out or not."

The demons gasped, staring at you and then back at Levithan

They immediately started apologizing, blaming their actions on just jealousy

You shook your head and they began to sweat

Fearing they're going to put on blast for their actions

Surprised by your defeated sigh

"just go....it's not worth it."

Levi was about to argue differently but the demon had already left

"Wha!!!! I felt like an anime protagonist! Did they say anything else to you?! I swear they can't tell what beauty is-"

"it's fine, they weren't wrong."

"HUUUH???!!!!!! don't listen to them, (Y/N), I think you look just fine the way you are and yo-you should see yourself as attractive too-! because you're awesome and Your loo-looks are even more cool!"

He hugged you, hiding his red face in your shoulder

Satan:

"You're brave to think you're in any position to even breathe in their direction, for all our dignities It would be best you apologize and leave."

They were ready to bolt right there and then

They looked at you and started to apologize but Satan clicked his teeth

"be sincere, we can be here for as long as we want until you feel genuine guilt for your actions."

He slammed his hand down on the table

The lesser demons cowered

You just sat there, frowning

You just wanted to be left alone and let your feelings out

The demons apologized again

Making sure to add sincerity in their voice but Satan kept making them repeat themselves

It got to the point you had to cut him off

"It's fine, they've apologized, let them leave."

He hummed, annoyed but nodded

The demons scrambled out of the room, fearing to even look at the two of you

"if you ever need me to go back at them I'll do just that, I couldn't believe they would say something like that to you."

"thanks for helping, just let them leave instead of using your energy."

"I'll try to but I'll make sure there is no next time, you don't deserve to be spoken to like that and you are far more charming than any of them, I for one, adore how you look."

Asmodeus:

"repeat that again~? I hope I didn't hear you three insulting my darling, it's so ugly to shame others for their body."

The demons tried to utter out a response but he just stared at them

Tilting his head as he smiled

He got closer to them, staring into their eyes

Soon enough they were charmed

"why don't you tell me why you thought it was okay to speak to (Y/N) like that."

They all began speaking; expressing their envy for your relationship with asmo and the other demons

One of them just telling him they saw you as fragile and unlikable

Asmo smiled wider before suddenly grabbing one their chins, a snarl on his face now

"do you feel sorry? Are you ashamed of yourself?"

They all said yes, apologizing to you

"thanks asmo, you can let them go now."

He happily did as you said, telling them to leave

He nuzzled into your body, hands wandering over it as he grinned

"They're just jealous demons who can't handle their own Insecurities, you're not like them, everything about you is good looking - inside and out! I couldn't ask for anything more~"

"Seriously...?"

"yes!!! I'm in love with you and your body is marvelous to look at, i can't get enough of you!"

Beezlebub:

"Apologize and leave or I'll make you my next meal."

Straight to the point

And it was effective

His size was already intimidating but his willingness to devour whatever he wanted was scarier

They apologized to you, Getting on their knees and telling you how gorgeous you were

You felt your mood get worse so you waved your hand

"don't bother, a sorry was enough, you can leave now."

They shot up but Beel bite the air Infront of them when they passed him

They shrieked and picked up their speed

"I can't stand people like that.... they're more clueless than mammon."

He sat with you

Clenching his jaw, you held his hand and leaned against him

"Don't listen to them, I think you look really nice, I like the way you look but I know the important thing is that you like the way you look, I don't mind how you look because you'll still always be you."

Belphegor:

"Hey gorgeous, are these idioits bothering you? What a shame, I was hoping lesser demons knew how to keep in their place."

He wrapped an arm around you

Glaring at the lesser demons, they grew more nervous under his hateful eye

They muttered to themselves for not realising he was there but belphie mocked them, asking them to speak up

"what's with the change of energy? You were confident about your opinions before, what changed?"

They couldn't answer without looking weak

Belphegor only grinned at them

He kissed your cheek

"that's what I thought, scram!"

They ran off, not daring to look at you

They couldn't even hiss or glare, knowing the demon behind you would have their throat for it

They were lucky to not get hurt when he found them

"thanks, sorry, did you come here to sleep?"

"I was looking for you, keep me close, okay? Don't listen to those demons - they wouldn't be able to tell what's good or not even if their lives depended on it, you're perfect the way you are."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me imagine #obey me x brother #obey me headcanon #demon brother's #obey me swd

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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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I saw you said your commissions are open, if it's ok can I request a fluffy morning with the demon brothers, please? I just found your blog but I already fell in love with your writing style 😍. I hope you have a great day 🤗

Thank you so very much!! 😭 I’m over the moon that I can make you happy with my writing and I’ll GLADLY take this request ✨ I hope you have a great day as well!!

I also hope I’ve done your request justice 🥺

- DevildomDoofus

Through Morning’s Rays

Fluffy mornings with the Obey Me! Brothers

💙Lucifer:

Both of your schedules differed a generous amount. He wakes up the earliest out of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall combined, to ensure everyone’s up and ready for school/work/etc.... and he is the last to go to bed.

That is, if he isn’t dog tired by the time he’s finished doing his last rounds of security checks and sending any remaining night owls to their rooms to keep their schedules in check, and collapses at his desk while finalizing reports.

You, on the other hand, have a steady schedule due to your obligations to your school (and job, if you worked).

To say that you two have a hard time spending any amount of quality time together is an understatement

Please forgive him, he is a lone father and he is trying his best

When he’s up early to get a head start in working to the bone, as usual and doesn’t have much time to share the fleeting, morning hours with you, he’ll gingerly place a kiss to the top of your head and shift the blankets from your late night tossing and turning, back to their place over your shoulders and covers the rest of your body. He’ll leave a little note by the bedside table that wishes you a wonderful day and promises that he’ll meet with you shortly to make up for lost time.

On the rare occasions that he manages to be able to share mornings with you, it is like a gift from the celestial realm to you both in which afterwards, the two of you are like completely different people, beaming with sunshine and happiness as your batteries have been recharged.

In those rare moments, he’ll slide to your side of the bed, oh so carefully snake his arm around you and tugs you gently into his embrace as he places kisses all atop your head. When you finally open your eyes and face him, he’ll run his hand up the length of your silhouette to your face, cupping it, rub his thumb over your cheek and smile lazily. “Good morning, lamb.” He whispers, trying to disguise the grogginess in his voice. Then, he leans down to press his lips against yours in a way that makes you feel like he’s been starving for you for months on end, only to now get what he’s craved and yet it’s not enough.

In this moment, nothing in all of the realms matters to him more than you. Just you and you alone.

💛Mammon:

You spent many, many, MANY mornings with him and they were some of your favorite memories since you first came to the Devildom. For him.... well, maybe not at first since you were kind of a chore. But the was before you two became so close.

The only problem was that neither of you were morning people, especially if either of you had responsibilities that day like school or work. To deal with such a thing, the two of you made a deal where each of you took turns being the one to help wake the other.

There were mornings where he woke you up with a heavy pillow to the torso and it ended up in you two being late for school due to an epic pillow fight that neither of you wanted to lose.

Other mornings, you woke him up by jumping and flopping around next to him on the bed, belting a song that was the favorite of the pair of you, and he tackles you back down to the bed to deliver you a piping hot plate of a tickle fight

and then there were THOSE mornings.

These mornings, when the two of you just happened to wake around the same time, he’d smile sleepily, yank you closer, and place a kiss on your forehead. “Mornin’, my lil’ human.”

UGH, that gravely, morning voice would be the bittersweet death of you.

While having a few hours to spare, you would lay there in the semidarkness, whispering sweet everythings to each other, exchanging kisses and joke ensued laughter, and simply enjoying each other’s company while entangled in a comfy, cozy embrace.

🧡Leviathan:

It’s the same sort of situation as with Mammon; neither of you were really morning people. But with you two, it was because it came with the terms and conditions of being like minded nerds (as a fellow ‘nerd,’ I mean that term in the best way possible and as a compliment) in which the endgame boss had to be defeated, or that one episode simply could not be missed, or your favorite celebrity/idol was going live and you were not about to be absent for it. Many evenings were spent indulging in both of your favorite hobbies, well into the latest hours of the night and early morning, when you should’ve been sleeping instead.

So of course, mornings were INCREDIBLY ROUGH for the two of you.

In the beginning and a majority of the time, you were the one to wake him up. I hope you can forgive him, though, because almost all of his energy is spent drowning out his negative thoughts and the outside judgement from his own brothers, haters, and toxic fans alike via his hobbies and he doesn’t quite have enough energy to take care of himself, including waking up on time for school or other responsibilities/obligations to avoid getting an ass-chewing from Lucifer... much less waking up on time and then having to wake YOU up.

You had to show him the way, in a sense. You’re his motivation and safety net. Where you go, and ensure his ‘safety’ he delightfully follows. Ergo, you had to be the alarm clock for him, for a while, to be shown that you truly care about him and it’s not all just some exasperating, ridiculously elaborate and heart shattering prank.

Your method of ‘raising the dead’ was to gently comb your hand through his hair while softly beckoning him from his dream world with your sweetest voice to ‘the land of the living.’ His eyes would flutter open and as soon as he saw you with that heartwarming smile, his face would turn a deep crimson and he’d smile back, reaching a hand up to place it over top of yours, somewhat nuzzling into it. “Good morning, my human Henry.” His shy, quiet, gravely voice could melt lava.

Through this method of yours, he no longer woke with animosity for the normie world but was rather hopeful and optimistic, feeling as if nothing could bring him down. Not even his brothers’ insults.

Eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was the one waking YOU up and he did so as sweetly as you had done. He’d place his hand on your cheek, rub his thumb over it, and gingerly place a multitude of kisses atop your head as he whispered your name until you woke.

Some mornings when he was feeling extra giddy, he would place a little speaker near where you had fallen asleep and quietly play your favorite song as he sang along and took hold of your hands to swing them gently to the beat. He saw it once in an anime episode and was hoping it would award him the same giggles the love interest gave the protagonist.

Fortunately for him, it always did.

💚Satan:

Being one of the more mature and responsible brothers, he rarely ever slept in. It’s just in his nature to be an early bird to catch the early worm.. mostly to get it over with so he could get back to doing what he loved most; reading in comfort. Even still, his schedule matched with yours almost perfectly, and that’s due to the fact that, similar to Leviathan, you two were likeminded.

You had the same interests and hobbies so of course, the pair of you grew very close, very quickly. You first linked up for study sessions because celestial realm knows that school in the Devildom was VASTLY different than human world schools, then book club meetings for when you got a little more comfortable with each other’s presence, then as you became even closer, you just decided to do the same things at the same time as it killed two birds with one stone; you got to do what you enjoyed with the person you enjoyed the most.

Mornings to you two were fairly simple and honestly, quite enjoyable with the other being there when you woke.

One morning, Satan took the first step and woke you to the pleasant sound of one of your favorite records echoing from an antique gramophone while placing a tray of your favorite breakfast foods next to the bed. He then leant down, took your hand into his, and kissed from your knuckles, all the way up to your shoulder, and then planting one final, light kiss to your cheek. “My darling MC, it is time to come back to me. Your dreams have had you long enough.”

From then on, you took turns in trying to wake the other in the most romantic ways possible. From your favorite flower’s petals scattering the bed, to his favorite audio books reading him awake. There was nothing that you two wouldn’t do in order to guarantee that the other woke to nothing less than the world on a silver and golden platter.

He was the envy of his brothers especially Mammon, getting to spend so much time with you and having you smile as brightly as you did with him.

💖Asmodeus:

Surprisingly, he’s another early riser. Though when you really think about it, it isn’t quite that surprising, considering he has a strict self-care routine that CANNOT be broken, lest he wishes to end up with a pimple or even worse... a wrinkle! Which neither are bad if you have them, it’s just for Asmo’s personal tastes for his own appearance, he prefers to have none of them.

Because he cares for you so much, he forces sternly asks that you have the same schedule as he does so he can give you the same love and care as he gives himself. He wants you to look and feel as wonderful as who you are on the inside... but he also loves it when you absolutely SHINE.

Please don’t be mistaken, he doesn’t think you’re ugly or unattractive or any other negative thoughts you might have about yourself, in the least. Not at ALL. He simply wishes to amplify what wonderful assets you already have (to your own tastes, of course) because of that oh so magnificent way you carry yourself when you feel your best.

Want to as pretty as a sunset? He’s got you covered. Want to be as handsome as... well, him? You’re covered there too. Want a little mix of any and everything? Oh please, give him a challenge! Whatever look you wish for, he’s there to help you make it happen.

You just have to take his hand and follow his lead. And his lead requires that you be ‘up and at ‘em’ early enough to go through the self-care routine (that he handpicked things for, according to you and your body’s needs), and eat the proper foods so your body and mind can handle the weight of being the most stunning thing to walk the face of any of the realms... besides him, of course. Also, all of this has to happen before school begins.

Unfortunately, that’s pretty early. There’s a LOT of self-care to-do’s that you two have to go through to ensure maximum amplification.

But because he knows that this can be rather overwhelming and a bit stressful to keep up with all of the time (and stress causes physical and mental harm), he’s always sure to make your mornings as pleasant and stress-free as possible.

He lights one of your favorite candles or incenses, and/or turns one of your favorite slower/softer songs on then climbs into bed and over top of you to begin his trails of kisses from the top of your head, down your face, neck and chest, further down your precious tummy, and stops right at your hips to go back up your body and start again. All of this on repeat as he coos and whispers your name, his soothing voice leading you from your dreams to the waking world. When your eyes meet his, he hums “ahh, my dear, you’ve returned to me.” He moves to kiss your lips as sweetly as he speaks.

He then slips his arms underneath you and lifts you up, as if you were one of Lucifer’s feathers, to carry you bridal style into the bathroom. He’ll then set you down and slowly undress you, taking as much time as you need him to, before helping you into the tub and giving you the gentlest of washes you’ve had since before you can even remember.

He’s the most soothing alarm that’s ever existed.

❤️Beelzebub:

Not really an early riser but he’s also not one to sleep in, either. To sleep in means to miss breakfast, and to miss breakfast is a death sentence for himself and anyone in the way of his next meal.

It also means that he doesn’t get to spend his mornings or share breakfast with you. Another death sentence but this one’s for his heart. Even though he might not say it, being that putting his thoughts and feelings into words is a bit harder than his more comfortable/natural way of simply showing you through his actions, he loves you very, very, VERY much.

This man cares so fucking much for you, he’d give up eating for the rest of his life if it meant you got to have a crumb. But he hopes it doesn’t have to come to that.

The way that Beel shows you that he cares is through food. Eating with you, cooking with you, watching you eat to be sure that you’re getting enough food in your own body, taking his time to eat his food because, now, he’s too busy having wonderful conversations with you, and every and anything in between.

One of his favorite ways is breakfast in bed. You had done it once for him before on one of your anniversaries and ever since then, he’s done it for you in return whenever he got the chance.

On mornings that he had waken up early enough, he’d quietly get up and tiptoe to the kitchen to make both of you a delicious breakfast. If Belphegor was up, on the rarest of rare occasions that he was, he’ll make a little something for him too. He’d put together your favorite foods and beverage while doing the same for himself, draw a cute little heart on a small post-it note and placing it on your side of the tray, tip-toe back up to the room and sets it on the nightstand beside the bed, then moves in close to you to start waking you up. He leans in close and peppers your face in little kisses before moving a little lower to your neck and giving his signature, gentle bite. “MC, honey, wake up. I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Nine times out of ten, you wake up in an instant. When you’ve slept heavily during the night and have a harder time waking up, he plops down onto you gently of course as to not squish you and groans in your ear, nibbling them to remind you of who you’re keeping waiting. “MCCC, pleeeease, I’m hungry. Don’t make me eat yours.”

The warning never fails.

As you two chow down, his dimpled smile never leaves his face nor his eyes on you as he watches you enjoy another morning filled with your favorite things: Beel and Beel’s signature breakfast.

💜Belphegor:

Morning? What the hell is a morning?

Yeah, yeah, he knows what a morning is. He’s had to get up for them too many fucking times to count in order to get to school on time.. or at least try. His attendance is, more or less, nonexistent. He’s just not a morning person.

at ALL.

WHAT. SO. EVER.

The one thing ‘Mr. Sandman’ doesn’t do is wake up or get woken up if the awakener values their life

However... if it is you, his favorite walking and talking pillow, he can’t be that pissed about it. It’s a little more of a smooth transition from being asleep to being awake when you’re the one bringing him there.

So, yes, you’re the one waking him up and it’s never the other way around, but you knew this would be your lot in life the closer you had gotten to him.

And yet, whenever you tried to wake him, he’d simply wrap his arm over you and drag you back down onto the bed as he rolls on top of you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “No.” he’d groan in his gravelly morning voice.

What? What did he mean ‘no’ ?! It’s time to get up!!

You’d try your best to to wiggle free but Belphegor is far more stronger than he looks and keeps you pinned down in place. Well... at least it’s comfy.

Wait no, this is his way of coercing you to go back to sleep with him!

Before you can try something else, he plants warm and slow kisses up and down your neck and nibbles at the skin just beneath your ear while whispering in a low tone, “why don’t we just stay here and do something better than go to school?”

Your face heats up and body tenses underneath him. It was not uncommon for him to try this tactic, especially in the morning, so you were fairly used to it but sometimes... sometimes it just does something to you and you’re frozen in place with nothing but his voice to lull you wherever it pleased. Maybe it came with being the Avatar of Sloth? He moves up onto his elbows to deliver his final attack that was his signature, teasing smile in order for him to fully keep you here, in bed, with him and simply enjoy each other’s company while you slept.

Unfortunately for him, this was his mistake and you gained yourself a foothold in pushing him off of you. Getting up from the bed, you look back at him as you straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, saying “Breakfast is in ten minutes,” with a stern voice. You take notice of this and try to sweeten it up to truly convince him. “Be there, won’t you?” you demand more than request, with a signature smile of your very own.

He brings his dropped jaw back up from when you were able to knock him off, and shakes his head as he lightly chuckles. “Whatever you want, MC.” Before you completely walk out of the door, he calls after you. “You owe me!”

You peak back in just enough for him to hear you as you’re closing the door. “No, you owe me.”

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danganronpa-imagine-headcanon · 3 years

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Oooh, then can i request yandere Shuichi finding that he accidentally killed his darling during a punishment?:0

Feel free to deny it, take care of yourself and have a good day/night ^^

Hey anon! Of course you can. I’ve been looking for an excuse to use this particular sprite, pfft. This was actually kind of fun to write— aha! Thanks for sending in the request. I hope I wrote it how you wanted it to be. Have a nice day! ^^

-Mod Kirumi

TW!!!!!! For yanderes, unhealthy relationships, death, and a lot of themes that lean towards the darker side

Yandere! Shuichi who accidentally kills his S/o during a punishment!

•Shuichi didn’t intend to harm you

•Well— he did, but not too awfully

•He wouldn’t give you any major injuries— it would just be encouragment not to act incorrectly again

•So, that’s how he got here, you tied to the wooden chair carefully as he slowly grazed the tip of the knife across your skin

•You were whimpering, and mumbling out apologies, and, as nice as it was to hear your voice...

•He didn’t want to hear it

•You didn’t mean it— he was sure of it, you just wanted him to stop the punishment

•You were always so clever... he truly admired that about you

•But he couldn’t praise you during a punishment— that’d cause the unwarranted behavior to return

•So, he stayed silent, except for maybe some light humming as he tapped the tip of the knife towards your stomach

•“Stop— Saihara-kun, please, I’m sorry...”

•He paused, stiffening

•Sai...hara-kun?

•You didn’t call him Shuichi

•You used his last name

•Maybe in a fit of fury, he was blinded by it, practically seeing red as he slid the blade evenly across your arm, causing a slit of blood to form as you gasped

•He didn’t stop there

•He didn’t know what he was doing, he had no idea, he was trembling, pure adrenaline the only thing keeping him on his feet as he continued moving the knife, a blank look on his face

•It wasn’t until he noticed that you were no longer making any noises, or protests, that he stopped

•He blinked, and with that, horror ran cold through his blood as he noticed the light lost from your eyes

•Instinctively, he snatched your wrist, checking for a pulse, his other hand towards your chest as he tried to check for a heartbeat, any faint sense of life remaining in you

•...You were gone

•He had killed you

•He was horrified, he was terrified, he felt tears blur over his vision and spill over as sobs brutally racked his figure

•It was the ugly, sickening kind of cry, that would tug at the heartstrings of anyone who heard it, because as much of a mess as the person looked, the sadness was so sincere

•He’d selfishly killed the one he loved

•He had killed you— he wasn’t ever going to see you again, hear your voice

•He stayed there for a while, crying, feeling numb and nothing for a while, the vicious cycle continuing as the sun set and rose once more

•And once the sunlight poured into the room, he stood up

•He tidied everything up, cleaning the blood from around the area, the knife, from his hands

•He changed into cleaner clothes, making sure that everyhing was nice and neat

•He only left you there, in the room

•And, after that?

•He turned himself in

•He told the person on the other side of the phone the address, guilt in his voice, and he then awaited someone to show up at his door

•He stayed next to you the entirety of the time, holding your hand, quiet apologies escaping his lips as he promised he didn’t mean to, he hopes you’re safe and happy now

•You were never happy with him— he didn’t give it enough time for you to be used to him

•He hopes that, despite all of his mistakes, all of his crimes, he can see you again

•Whether that be in an entirely different life, or in an afterlife, that’s enough for him

•You deserve an apology

•When he was taken away, hands behind his back, he offered you one last smile

•“I’m sorry, S/o. I hope you can forgive me.”

•Kaito and Maki were beyond surprised, even hurt to see their friend on the news due to murder

•It didn’t only affect him and you— your death affected the people around you two too

•But, overtime, they’re all going to learn to cope

•They’ll make sure everything is alright in the end

•Because, in the end, the moon will set, and the sun will rise once more

•It will be a new day

•A fresh start— a try again

#shuichi saihara #yandere #yandere cw #cw yandere #yandere tw #tw yandere #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa writing #danganronpa headcanons #death tw #tw death #death cw #cw death

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Six of Crows re-read

(i also did this for the shadow and bone trilogy so read that if you want to)

spoiler alert obiously

i'm SO EXCITED FOR THIS this is my comfort book (with crooked kingdom of course)

JOOST HI

oo fun fact this was my first grishaverse book and i read it with no context whatsoever except that the mc is an emo boy and morally grey

so IMAGINE my pure confusion when JOOST appeared

i was like ?????? weird take on morally grey character but ok

joost trying to figure out how to flirt with a girl is a mood

anyone wanna teach us how to???

i kinda wanna skip this part so i can see the crows..

but i won't don't worry

(won't I?

"I think Yuri may be quarantined"

aaaand?

so are we you are not special

i feel like it's very important for me to mention that i read this book in spanish first

and then i got into the fandom and i was like who the fuck is the wraith? i only know El Espectro

Heartender who??? ooo you mean Cardio

Tidemakers? nope, i only know Maremotores

for real i was so confused i had to re-read it in english (not that i mind tho)

say whatever you want about the spanish version but we have to agree that this design is pretty af

another one yay: "Retvenko was a Squaller" vs. "Retvenk era un Impulsor"

(should i also say that in my pfd english version the book is 294 pages long and in my pdf spanish version its 532????) (i think it's because in the english one the speces are way less like the lines are so close together wtf

i've decided that i'm bored so i'll be skiping this chapter

anya is super badass tho

skdgfalsdgfliaysvfascvhjl yesssssss inej

Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

KAZ

INEJ

I MISSED THEM

omg now i can picture amita and freddy SDJGKASKGLASG THIS IS AMAZING

we interrupt our regularly scheduled program to watch the shadow and bone trailer once again to hear freddy's beautiful voice

ok moving on!

now hear me out i'm giving you all permission to make fun of kaz for this one: Dirtyhands = Manos Sucias

hello i am Kaz Manos Sucias. nice to meet you!

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAA

JESPER FAHEY

JESPER LOVE HI

SJDGHFKAHSGDLAJSDFSJ,AHFLHDSGF

I MISSED HIM OMG

OMG NOW I CAN PICTURE HIM AS KIT

can you tell jesper is one of my favourite characters?

i really love the fact that kaz is pissed about the murder of that ambassador ONLY because he can´t figure out how it happen

he´s such a nerd

i can't believe one of the firts things we hear jesper say is threathen to kill someone by writing "forgive me" with bullets

AND HE CALLS HIS GUNS "BABIES" OMG

picture saying hi baby and wylan thinkin he's talking to him but actually jesper's talking to one of his guns

Jesper rolled his eyes. "It's about sending a message. What's the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?."

"Compromise," Kaz said. "I'm sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets."

ooo thank god we have kaz to come up with creative solutions /j /s

honestly i love how they talk about kaz's cane like it's the scariest weapon ever (which it kind of is)

nothing will ever disappoint me more than finding out that in english their gang name is "the Dregs". like i don't even know for sure what that means

in spanish is "Los Indeseables" (the undesirables?) which sounds a lot more badass

no hate tho i like the dregs

but i was confused af bc i expected it to be sometihng like "the undesirables" or"the unwanted" or whatever

and it said "the dregs"

which in the translator means something like shit or something

anways moving on:

If he'd (kaz) ever been a little boy

i love how lowkey all the crows think he was just born exactly like he is now

imagine a baby kaz all dressed in black and threatening people

cute

"No mourners," Jesper said as he tossed his rifle to Rotty

"No funerals," the rest of the Dregs murmured in reply. Among them, it passed for "good luck".

YES

YESSS

i wonder what wylan's doing right now :))

i can't wait for the next book where he has a pov

the first time i read this book i literally looked at the title of every chapter to see if he ever got one (i was disappointed to say the least :((((

Besides, she was the Wraith - the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

ma'am

marry me please

i'm gonna cry so hard once the show is out and we get to see inej omg

me simp

That Kaz had chosen Jesper to be one of his seconds was no surprise. Twitchy as Jepser was, with or without his revolvers, he was at his best in a fight, and she knew he'd do anything for Kaz.

idk why but i just love it every time kaz implies or shows that he cares or trusts jesper

it makes me soft

But every one of Inej's senses told her that was not how this was going to play out. Her father would have said the shadows were about their business tonight. Something bad was going to happen here.

underrated saying from Inej's father right there

"I'm a business man," he told her."No more, no less"

"You're a thief, Kaz."

"Isn't that what I just said?"

i see no lies here

not to be annoying but i hc jesper as adhd (i mean is pretty much as canon as wylan's dyslexia) so i'm gonna write here every time i see evidence :)

jesper with adhd part 1: impulsivity

Jesper snorted. "Stomach, spine. What's next, spleen?"

"Shut it" Oomen snarled. The rules of parley dictated that only the lieutenants could speak once negotiations had begun. Jesper mouthed "sorry" and elaboratedly pantomimed locking his lips shut.

he know he couldn't speak but couldn't stop himself from making a comment (i relate way too much to that lmao)

hoestly poor jesper he had to watch hid friend get shot and kaz do nothing about it

i would've been mad too

"I like it when men beg," she said. "But this isn't the time for it"

KAHGFAHLGSFGASFLGSAFS

this is one of the best quotes in the book by far

YASSS KAZ POV

Kaz could have tol Jesper that he knew he wasn't dirty, reminded him that he'd trusted him eough to make him his only real second in a fight that could have gone badly wrong tonight.

cute

but kaz is petty af

he didn't even have a reason not to tell jesper that!

i love that kaz knows inej is following him but doesn't say anything because he wants to wait until she's ready

i LOVE the scene where kaz in in the van eck mantion /srs

idk why but it's so good

And, of course, there was the mystery of Van Eck's son.

wonder what that could be!!! /s

He grinned at her (...)

"Hmm." she said noncommittally, pretending to examine one of her knives, determined to ignore that grin.

KANEJ YESS

HE'S BASICALLY SHOWERING IN FRONT OF HER OMG

this is so funny poor inej is getting flustered

"And I'll need Wylan waiting at the Crow Club tomorrow night."

YES WYLAN OMG

One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder

happens to the best of us :/

"Please, my darling Inej. treasure of my heart won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?"

if kaz doesn't say this on the show we riot

agreed?

it's so amazing how nina found a way to use her powers to get money instead of having to like steal and murder like the rest in the gang

NINA'S POV YESSS HIII

nina and inej omg

their friendship is just perfect

POOR MATTHIAS HE HAS TO FIGHT THE WOLVES

i would straight up cry

Matthias was dreaming again. Dreaming of her

i'm gonna cry damn it

this is the enemies-to-lovers we all needed

jesper has adhd part 2:

"Jesper was supposed to wait until three bells." said the pale boy

"It is three bells, Kaz." replied a small girl (...)

"Since when is Jesper punctual?" the boy complained with a glance at his watch

the time blindness come one

(btw i love the fact that kaz plans around jesper's time blindness instead of like threatening him to be on time)

i really love how every one feels the need to take the time to say/think that the masks are ugly

its so unnecessary lmao

yessss inej is a badass that kills monster we stan

and matthias is lowkey impressed lmao

as he should

"Thank you, Jesper," said Nina

"You're very welcome, gorgeous. See, Kaz? That's how the civilised folk do"

THESE TWO OMG

JESPER IS THE LOML

INEJ OMG LOOK:

She stepped aside as if she's known he was coming, languidly hooking her heel behind his ankle. Matthias let out a loud grunt as he landed on the stones

(...) "Clumsy, this one," the bronze girl said impassively.

that's what happen when you underestimate her bitch

AAAAAAA

PEOPLE

TIME TO FREAK OUT

WYLAN IS HERE

AND HE'S DOODLING STOP IT'S SO CUTE

ok jesper has adhd part 3 i think:

"Just how crazy is he?" asked Jesper, fingers drumming on the pearl handles of his revolvers.

ok first of all: stimming

second of all: hyperactivity

i rest my case

ok 2 or 3 things here

"I believe you know Nina," Brekker continued. "The lovely girl freeing you is Inej. (...) and this is Wylan, the best demolitions expert in the Barrel"

"Raske is better," Inej said

The boy looked up, ruddy gold hair flopping in his eyes, and spoke for the first time. "He's not better. He's reckless"

"He knows his trade"

"So do I"

ok 1: kaz calling inej lovely omg kanej

2: YES WYLAN STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF

2.5: kaz calling him the best cute af

3: honestly why do people think wylan is like an innocent soft boy or whatever. he's in a room full of murderers and thieves and the first thing he does is correct them and stand up for himself

like i wish i could do that

i would be crying like a bitch

AAAAAAAA

"Meet Wylan Van Eck"

KHDSGFALSGFIASGFAL

HI WYLAN BABY

YESSS JESPER'S POV NOW

I'M SO HAPPY also look at this it's the first thing in his pov

Jesper stared at Wylan

do i sense some wesper?????

ok everyone is being so mean to him right now

they are aclling him useless and an idiot and other shit

poor boy honestly he had to deal with this + taking part of a heist he is definetly not ready for + he has to hide the fact that he can't write or read

it so distrubing that kaz is literally the nicest one to wylan right now

"See that? Hidden depths." (...)"He's good enough at demo, and he's got a fine hand for sketching, thanks to all those pricey tutors."

(...)

"There you have it," Kaz said to Jesper. "Marketable skills. Wylan is watching you, Helvar"

GET READY

ARE Y'ALL READY?

OK THEN:

"Scheming face," Jesper whispered to Inej.

She nodded. "Definetly."

THEIR FRIENDSHIP OMG

AND THIS QUOTE

I NEED IT ON THE SHOW THEY BETTER GIVE IT TO US

"Who's Mark" damn wylan (but pretty good comeback to jesper tho)

"What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?

"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.

"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.

"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.

"You're all horrible," said Matthias.

tag yourself i'm jesper

KJSFGAL kaz just told wylan to tell him everything he know about his dad's company

and he said he doesn't know and kaz was like "and you never looked trough his documents????

AND THEN HE GOT SAD AND SAID HE HADN'T (and kaz believed him this is sad)

AND NOW JESPER CALLED HIIM USELESS

ok you know i love you jes but if you keep this up

idk i can't do anything you're a sharpshooter

but stiiiiiil

LMAO MATTHIAS ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE COULD BEAT KAZ

nice try

demjin

*insert spongebob voice* demjin

WE'RE GONNA TAKE A MOMENT NOW TO APPRECIATE INEJ GAHFA

BECAUSE KAZ DOESN'T

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

*ugly crying*

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you'll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.

*uglier crying*

TANTE HELLEN IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

SOMEONE PLEASE STAB HER FOR ME

jesper has adhd part ?? (i have dyscalculia you can't expect me to remember the number):

That sound - the swift, shocking report of gunfire - called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else.

do i really need to explain this?

ok just in case.. an adhd brain doesn't actually have a deficit of attention(the name just sucks) it's problem with controling that attention. the brain is always looking for new sources of dopamine which is why it shifts its focus so much

i love that jes thinks of matthias as "tha giant"

like sir

have you seen yourself?

you're tall af

HE GOT SHOT

WHY DID I FORGET JESPER GETS SHOT IN THE LEG HERE

"Close your eyes!"

"You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan"

"Just do it!"

i love the energy BUT NOW IT'S NOT THE TIME JES

YESS WYLAN SHOW THEM THEY WERE WRONG CALLING YOU USELESS

inej just stabed some guy int the d

good for her!

KAZ YESSSS HI

AWWW SHE'S WORRIED HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS CANE

KANEJ FOR LIFE

oh no wylan got shot too???? (just barely but stilllll por baby)

my Wraith omggg

ok 3 things about this:

Without another word, he tipped Oomen into the sea.

"No!" Wylan shouted, leaning over the railing, his face pale, stunned eyes tracking Oomen in the waves. (...)

Jesper set his hand on Wylan's shoulder. "Let it go."

"It's not right-"

"Wylan," Jesper said, giving him a little shake."Maybe your tutors didn't cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blook and a knife up his sleeve"

1. wesper yasssss

2. wylan just argued with a mant hat had just tacken the eye out of someone. he literally called him out for being an asshole. like damn wylan is brave af i love him

3. do you think seeing kaz trow the guy out of the boat reminded wylan of when the same thing happened to him???? this makes me sad

he's brave and a good person and i just-

"Man with a knife, remember?" he said over his shoulder.

"Man with a gun!" Jesper called after him

this had no right being so funny

AND THEN KAZ GAVE HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER STOP I CAN'T

nina is the biggest kanej shiper no one can tell me i'm wrong

unrelated but if jesper had gone to the Little Palace and had studied there with nina they 100% would've had a crush on Zoya and bonded over it

like you can't tell me those two bisexual disaster wouldn't be absolutely in love with Zoya

jesper has adhd part ??:

Jesper scrubbed the back of his neck, touched his hands to his gunds, returned to his neck. He always seemed to be in motions

hyperactivity right there

and restlessness

"Do you know the best way to find Grisha who don't want to be found?" (...)

"Seems to be if they don't want to be found, you should just let them be" (jesper says this)

this conversation must be so stressful to him omg

LMAO JESPER CUT MATTHIAS HAIR THIS IS SO FUNNY

AND HE SHAVED HIM

ok you all know i love all of them but they can be sooo stupid

like wylan wrote no names on the drawing and he's excuse is that he doesn't know fjerdan?

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN TRUE he literally said he learned school fjerdan which means he should know how to write it too (we know why he can't but the tohers don't)

and even then like the excuse doesn't make any sense. why would having the original name be usefull if no one can fucking read it????

the worst part tho? NO ONE QUESTIONED HIM

THEY WERE LIKE "yup makes sense" AND WENT ON WITH THEIR DAY

i wondered how they didn't figure wylan's secret sooner but now i now

it's because theya re idiots

"I'm just doing my job. Stop glaring at me"

wylan baby let's not make the gigant mad

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. "Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost."

Brekker's lips quirked. "I'll just hire Matthias ghost to kick your ghost's ass."

"My ghost won't associate with your ghost," Matthias said primply, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.

i had to put this here i don't want to get murdered by the fandom

jesper, inej and nina have the BEST friendship

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE JES AND INEJ TOGETHER ON NETFLIX

"I know some people don't understand, but Kaz told me ... he said it was my choice, that he wouldn't be the one to mark me again."

i love this because it happen when they had just met

he did it because he understands her trauma and he respects her not because he loves her (i doubt he did at the time)

Kaz had been impressed with the sketches. (...)

"Just learn to take a compliment. Kaz doesn't hand them out often."

I'M SO PROUD OF WYLAN

and yess kaz only compliments wylan (and inej but that's sarcastic so it doesn't count) because he's a proud dad

"And you don't belong here, either."

"I beg your pardon, merchiling?"

"We don't need a sharpshooter for Kaz's plan, so what's your job - other than stalking around making everyone angsty?"

He shrugged. "Kaz trusts me."

Wylan snorted and picked up his pen. "Sure about that?"

DAMN WYLAN DESTROYED HIM

also

"If you aren't born with every advantage, you learn to take your chances."

"I wasn't-" Wylan left off and set down his pen. (...)

aww cute neurodivergent boyfriends bonding

Wylan had turned back to his work, his disappointment obvious. For some reason, Jesper felt disappointed, too.

ajgflasjgfjagslfiuusgflgdfsgdflasdgfsd

wesper

aww jes checks on inej every morning and every night i love him

"Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt."

Nina blushed deeply. "I was teasing, Inej"

LJFGALKGFALGA another cute friendship right there

(and i can see why people ship them romantically)

STOP INEJ AND JES ARE BONDING SO MUCH (page 127 so i can go back and read it lmao)

Van Eck writes to Wylan every week, and Wylan doesn't even open the letters

"They just said the same thing again and again: If you're reading this, the you know how much I wish to have you home. Or I pray that you read these words and think of all you've left behind."

should i kill him? anyone want to join me?

Inej bumped her shoulder against his."Then at least we're both the same kind of stupid." (...)

"You're too good for him, you know?"

"I know. So are you"

jes and her bonding over their stupid crush on a white boy

Because I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.

jfsfdajdhmgkfutdjrgsg ok i can't blame them for having a crush on him anymore

this chapter is full of kanej i love it

"What do you want, then"

You, Inej. You forever.

jksdgfoagsdfgsdgfklasgdflaghsldfgksdgfkahgsdfghjlkf

kaz's backstory makes me sad

"When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm," said Kaz. (...)

"I´m gonna pay someone to burn my kruge for me."

Kaz fell into step beside him. "Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what big players do."

"You know what the really big bosses do? They pay someone to pay someone ...". Their voices trailed off as they tomped ahead, and Matthias and the others followed.

JES AND KAZ HAVE THE BEST CONVERSATIONS

i can't believe we get to see nina and matthias meet and their whole backstory in less than a month omg

"It's not natural for women to fight."

"It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand."

QUEEN

YOU TELL HIM

oh no the dead grisha

this part breaks my heart every time

"Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?"

.....i'm just gonna leave this quote right here

anyways acab

stop nina tried to kill the survivor so they wouldn't suffer but she couldn't do it

and jesper did it for her without hesitation i wanna cry

and inej didn't want to do it either i want to hug them

"Because our crime is existing. Our crime is what we are"

..........

i'm gonna leave this here again

do with it what you will

"Don't mock what you don't understand."

"My mockery offends you? My people would welcome you laughter in place of this barbarity"

i- this conversation is so important

AAAAA JES AND WY ARE A GREAT TEAM I LOVE THEM

WYLAN TROWS BOMBS TOGIVE JESPER TIME TO GET READY TO SHOOT

INEJ AND KAZ ARE A GREAT TEAM TOO

THEY LITERALLY DID THE SCENE LIKE IN THE AVENGERS (but without the shield WHICH MAKES IT BETTER)

Jesper shouldered his rifle. "Wylan earned his keep."

Wylan gave a little jump at the sound of his name. "I did?"

YES BABY YOU DID GREAT

kaz getting self-conscious for his hair is pure comedy

but nina how can you say that have you see his hair on the show???? it's perfect

"Remeber our friend Mark?"

HELP I CAN'T

"Any other impossible feats you'd like us to accomplish?"

The bearest smile flikered over Kaz's lips. "I'll make you a list."

once again jesper and kaz being besties

unrelated but nikolai and jesper would love each other

the amount of sass they have between them it's unparalleled

"Mmm," Inej murmured, taking a sip from her mug. "Maybe you're just not enough."

DAMN

ma'am marry me please

kaz fainted damn poor boy

unrelated unce again but this is so much betetr than shadow and bone

like you can tell leigh improved so much

her characters are better and their arcs are better developed

the writing itself it's better

or maybe i'm just biased because i love soc so much but i think she definetly improved

INEJ IS TRYING TO GIVE HIM SPACE EVEN WHEN SHE'S TRAPPED AND LOCKED ON THE WAGON

I JUST - THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SO MUCH

Though he'd trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with his shame.

Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. "The trick is not getting knocked down," he'd told her with a laugh. "No, Kaz," she's said, "the trick is in getting back up"

inej is smart af

Kaz was usually unshakeable during a job, but now he was on edge, and Jesper didn't know why. Part of him wanted to ask, though he knew that was the stupid part, the hopeful farmboy who picked the worst possible person to care about, who searched for signs in things that he knew deep down meant nothing - when kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes. He could have kicked himself. He's finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stich of clothing, and he'd been too worried about ending up on a pike to pay proper attention.

ok i got a couple of things to say about this part

first of all it makes me so sad that jes cares so much for someone who dosn't deserve him. because no hate to kaz but they would never work as a couple and kaz already treats him like shit most of the time

i think this part shows who a lot about who jesper really is. a boy that grew up having to hide parts of himself, who thinks he's worth nothing but it's smart and capable, who's loyal and brave and caring but doesn't even know it himself. he's someone who feels he doesn't deserve good things and thinks he's not good enough, and that's why he unds up in all the wrong places with the wrong people. he left uni bc he fell in with the gangs, because he didn't think he was smart enough or even prepared to be in studying in the university. jesper is constantly hiding behind a mask or running from things because he's scared of not being enough

an kaz is everything jes in a way wishes he could be. kaz is secure in himself (at least on the outside), he's stable, he's smart, he's "unshakeable". and most of all, he doesn't care about others (we know that's not true but that's how he presents himself)

and that's the thing that causes jesper all his problems. because he's insecure because he thinks he's not good enough for the poeple or things he cares about. and he's always trying to do what's best for his loved ones: he went to the ice court to pay his debt for his father, he follows kaz everywhere beacause he cares about him, he offered to read to wylan (knowing it wouldn't be easy for him to be still that long).

and yeah it often doesn't work out becuase he's messy and he has problems but he tries. and he hates that. he hates that he cares so much about people because at the end of the day, that's what makes him feel like he's not good enough

one more thing and i'm done i promise

unpopular opinion but i love that leigh made jesper have a crush on kaz. 1 beacuse it's refreshing to see someone not get otgether with his first crush. and 2 because i love that it shows that we sometimes get attached to people that are not good for us, but that we can learn to move on. jesper ended with wylan who respects him and values him, unlike kaz

ok i'm sorry that was probably all bs

oo one more thing, jesper definetly has rsd (rejection sensitive disphoria), which is something most poeple with adhd have

"My father used to take me everywhere with him"

this is so sad. bc they probably had a good relationship when he was little. and then they figured he coudln't read and now his father treats him like shit

it's even worse than if he haf been horrible from the beginning because wylan knows he can be a good father. and so he thinks it's his fault and he deserves to be treated like that. i hate van eck

"You're cuter when you're smart"

(...)

"Definitely cuter when you're smart"

wesper yesssss

i love them so much

ok but why do people think jesper is stupid. like the boy just made a bunch of criminals pass out by mixing some chemicals

and he was going to the university at like 15

AAAAND NOW THEY KNOW HE'S A FABRIKATOR

amazing plot twist

also:

Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun that annoying him, but it was a close call.

oooo come on jesper we all know you just love getitng him to blush

and you love him

who said that? definitely not me, nope

awwww jesper misses being around animals that's cute

imagine him coming home to wylan one day with a puppy because he just couldn't resist

cute

Better terrible truths than kind lies

just leaving here more of inej's wisdom

ok this may be a reach but jesper has adhd part ???

Yellow Protocol? Red Protocol? He couldn't remember which was which. (...)

"The alarm was Yellow Protocol, a sector disturbance."

Jesper pushed at his temples. "I don't remember what that means"

a bad working memory? sounds familiar

kaz loves puzzles

it's canon

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native tongue."

this part where wylan and jesper see the banner made with grisha's kefta kills me every time

I would have worn purple, Jesper thought, if I'd joined the Second Army. (...) He'd beenwilling, even eager to risk capture and execution as a thief and hired gun. Why was it worse to think about being hunted as a Grisha?

this makes me want to cry so much

another thing super sad: the fact that since his father is Kaelish and had some supersititons towards grisha, jesper grew up wondering if his own father was scared of him. he had to hide his powers and he was almost taught to be afraid of them

"Is it safe to leave them, you know-"

"Alive? I'm not big on killing unconscious men."

"We could wake them up"

WYLAN

damn the boy needs therapy

it's amazing how nothing went like they planned

not a single thing

PEOPLE GET READY

ARE YOU READY?

NEITHER AM I BUT WHO CARES

"What do you like?"

"Music. Numbers. Equations. They are not like words. They...they don't get mixed up."

ok dude the clues are right there he's basically saying it

"If only you could talk to girls in equations."

There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, "Just girls?"

Jesper restrained a grin. "No. Not just girls." It really was a shame they were all probably going to die tonight.

wylan really said a straight man?? couldn't be me

this is the definition of bi panic "jesper restrained a grin" bitch we saw that

btw i love the slow burn

like they hint something here but they don't actually start liking each other until much later and they don't get together until almost the end of ck

i also love that the fact that they both like guys is like out in the open now. bc i'm not a fan of when queer characters have a crush and there's the whole thing of "are they queer too or not?"

like they both know htey are queer. but they don't get together right away bc they have to start liking each other before. they don't get together bc they are the only queer mlm characters

matthias fake betrayal killed me

i tought it was real

I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept fom this oath.

this is just-

also foreshadowing?

YAYY KUWEI HI

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

She's laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

if i ever have a s/o and they don't tell me this at least once i don't want it

He needed to tell her... what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himslef together into some smeblance of a man for her

THIS

THIS IS LOVE RIGHT THERE

they are the only straight couple that matters

everyone else go home

Wylan had scratches all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming. Inej grabbed his hands and sqeezed.

so cute omg

"You can explain why our illustrious Shu scientist looks like one of Wylan's school pals along the way"

KAZ

i mean it's true but you didn't have to say it

KAZ IS SMILING OMG

EVERYONE FREAK OUT WITH ME

HE'S "grinning like and idiot" STOP I LOVE HIM

"We are all someone's mosnter, Nina"

"I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all"

this part breaks my heart and i love it

"Stay," she oanted. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Stay till the end"

"And after," he said. "And always."

i just- helnik is perfect

AWWW JESPER MISSES WYLAN

my daily dosis of wesper :)

ok but in like 2 pages jesper tought of wylan like 10 times bc he's sad wy isn't with him

Jesper scanned the empty deck. He's assumed Wylan would come up to see them off. (...)

Jesper knew he was being selfish and stupid, but some petty part of him wondered if Wylan had deliberately kept away from him on the journey back. Maybe now that the job was complete and he was on his way to his share of the haul, Wylan was done slumming with criminals.

*charles boyle's insinuating voice* and why do you care so much???

btw YOU ARE WRONG. HE'S LITERALLY GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO BE WITH YOU EVEN THOUGH HE CAN'T SPEAK

this scene where we find out the truth about wylan hurts so much but it's one of my favourites idk why

I LOVE THAT EVERYONE IS AS MAD AS I AM ABOUT THE LETTERS NOW

"Your're a fool," Jesper snarled. "He smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you."

YES TELL HIM

the fact that wylan just heard him say that omg

"Deserved" amended Van Eck. He blew the whislte twice.

SOMEONE BETTER GRAB ME BEFORE I KILL HIM MYSLEF

THAT IDIOT

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

I'M GONNA CRY CAN SOMEONE KILL HIM FOR ME

Jesper screamed in rage and raised his guns.

YES EXACLTY WHAT I MEANT

JUST KILL HIM RIGHT NOW

"I'm not big on bludding, am I Inej?"

"Not as a rule"

Van Eck's lip curled. "And why is that?"

"Because he'd rather cheat," said the boy who was not Kuwei Yul-Bo in perfect, unaccented Kerch.

THIS WAS PERFECT

THE BEST WAY TO REVEAL THAT

(...), and Jesper flinched

baby he recognized wylan's voice

The Shu boy held out a hand. "Pay up, Kaz"

BITCH THIS IS AMAZING

THIS BOY MADE A BET WITH A CRIMINAL THAT HIS OWN FATHER WAS GOING TO TRY TO KILL HIM

AND HE WON THE BET

A nearly perfect replica of Kuwei Yul-Bo stood before them, but he had Wylan's voice, his mannerisms, and - though Kaz could see the fear and hurt in his golden eyes - Wylan's surprising courage, too.

i love it when they compliment him

my boy deserves all the compliments ever

AND KAZ IS PROUD OF HIS SON WE ALL KNOW THIS

Wylan cuold draw a perfectt elevation. He's made a drill that could cut throu Grisha glass from parts of a gate and scavenged bits of jewellery. So what if he couldn't read

this is taking me to some real places

i may cry you've been warned

WYLAN DIDN'T CARE THAT HE MAY BE STUCKED LOOKING LIKE KUWEI

this is making me cry

"A fool would have been waiting to be smashed to bits on that ship. And as for "traitor", you've called me worse in the last few minutes alone."

EXACTLY

YOU TELL HIM WYLAN

Instead, in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.

BABY

i would've done the same tho she's pretty

amita is sooo pretty i'm gonna die when the show comes out

Jesper was staring at Wylan, his eyes roving over the black hair, the golden eyes. "Why?" he said at last. "Why would you do this?"

nothing to say here except: wesper

You... how many times was it you standing beside me on the deck at night when I tought it was Kuwei?"

"Every time."

i want to cry so bad

"Why does it matter?"

"I don't know!" Jesper said angrily. "Maybe I liked your stupid face."

a very staright and platonic thing to say of course

i know jes we all liked his stupid face

"Jesper made a mistake," said Wylan. "A stupid mistake, but he didn't set out to betray anyone."

YES WYLAN DEFEND YOUR BOYFRIEND

And maybe he'd kept him in the dark about Wyllan because he wanted to punish him a little

even kaz know they like each other come on

Jesper sat with elbows on knees, head in hands. Wylan deside him wearing th face of a stranger.

wylan give him a hug fro me please

he needs it

"Scheming face," murmured Jesper.

"Definitely," agreed Wylan.

i miss inej already

And I'm going to get my girl. Inej could never be his, not really, but he would find a way to give her the freedom he´d promised her so long ago.

i'm ugly crying and so what?

and now we're done....

i want to read this book again omg this is unhealthy

#shadow and bone #s&b #six of crows #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #grishaverse #inej gahfa #matthias helvar #nina zenik #freddy carter #kit young #amita suman #soc #helnik #kanej #wesper

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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Bells

Phillip Carlyle x Reader

Words: 1483

Summary: The new Mrs. Carlyle learns to navigate her odd place in society and finds unwavering support in her husband and in her friends.

Notes: Complete and utter fluff. This was technically supposed to be a Christmas imagine, but we all know how bad I can be with keeping deadlines, so it’s now a winter one. Oops. Anyway, Phillip is one of my favorites and I hope you guys enjoy reading Zac Efron imagines as much as I love writing them! This imagine was also kind of inspired by Ross and Demelza’s relationship in Poldark. Be sure to let me know what you think!

Find more Zac imagines HERE

The night, while cold, was lively and inviting. Snow drifted softly to the earth, lightly dusting your shawl and your skirt as you waited outside the theater house. The street lamps’ golden hallows made your beaming face glow, your smile surely shining brightly for miles. Tonight was perfect.

“Can I give you a lift, miss?” A carriage driver smiled down at you.

“Thank you, but no. I’m sure my-”

“Free of charge.” He enticed further, his stare beginning to make you uncomfortable. “I’m full of holiday spirit this evening, especially for a pretty thing like you.”

“Thank you, sir, but again, I have to decline.” You weren’t used to this kind of attention and you weren’t sure how to politely escape. It was almost funny. This man probably saw you a hundred times on the street before but never bat an eye. You were different then.

The man continued to badger you until another voice interjected.

“I appreciate your concern, sir,” Phillip appeared beside you, laying a hand on the small of your back, “but I have already secured a carriage for my wife and myself.” The man stammered an apology before taking his horses elsewhere. You laughed lightly.

“I was starting to think you’d abandoned me.” You teased. Phillip placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“I was caught by the Whiltons before I could escape. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

“Long enough to be noticed, apparently.” You laughed in disbelief. “I can’t remember ever being noticed before.” It wasn’t entirely true, of course, for it wasn’t long ago that a certain leader of the circus had noticed you. Phillip chuckled.

“If you don’t want to be noticed, my dear, you are going to have to stop looking so lovely.” Phillip’s blue eyes sparkled as he brushed his nose against yours, bringing your lips to his in a kiss.

A sudden rush of cold air made you shiver and Phillip quickly helped you into the carriage. Your smile outshined all of the lights in the square, your eyes wild and bright with excitement as you watched the city go by. Before, the holidays were harsh and forgiving. A reminder of your place in the world- starving and cold and unloved. Now, in the arms of the person who had shown you love like you had never known, the world was merrier. Even the snow that you once dreaded sparkled as it flitted down through the air.

“What are you thinking about?” Phillip asked, smiling admiringly at your wondrous expression. You smirked.

“How I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.”

“Get used to what?”

“Being your wife.” You tore your stare away from the snowy sky to look into his eyes. “Just hearing you say it…it’s so silly, but I feel like sometimes I have to be reminded or else I don’t believe it.”

“Would you like me to remind you more often?” He bit his lip and his eyes held a look you had only recently begun to recognize.

“Phillip.” You gasped, having to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. He kissed your cheek.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” He exited the carriage first, taking your hand as you stepped down onto the pavement.

“It was lovely.” You beamed. Your husband had taken you to the ballet as a belated Christmas present. It was unlike anything you’d seen before, not that you had much experience with finer arts. You used to press your ear against the outer walls just to hear the music. Now you had box seats. Sometimes the changes made your head spin. “They’re all so graceful and elegant and… beautiful.”

With a light sigh, your eyes looked up at the sky again. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear bells. Not heavy church bells swinging back and forth in some chapel. These were light and soft. Phillip’s hand on your cheek brought you out of your trance.

“Do you know what I think is beautiful?” You gave him a small smile.

“I don’t need cheering up, Phillip. I had a wonderful time.”

“I think the way you look at the world like it's a gift is beautiful. Even after the life you grew up in, you still can see things spectacularly.” Before you could say anything else, Phillip pulled you into a kiss. Again, you could hear bells, only this time they were closer. You imagined them as stars having fallen to earth, bouncing lightly down the street towards you.

“Phillip,” You started once the kiss had ended. He smiled affectionately.

“Yes, dear?”

“I believe it’s time we turn in for the night. Don’t you agree?” Your smirk matched his previous expression. Phillip scooped you up in his arms, causing both of you to laugh, and carried you inside.

It took every ounce of self control you had not to escape to the kitchens to hide. At least amongst the cooks and waiters you would feel more like you belonged. Here, you felt like, for lack of a better phrase, a circus attraction.

Phillip had been whisked away by P.T. to help impress some visiting family of prominence, leaving you to face the wolves.

“Mrs. Carlyle, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Miss Martha Whilton approached you with a less than gracious smile on her face. You put on the most polite smile you could while also desperately searching the crowded room for your husband.

“Miss Whilton, how wonderful to see you.”

“I had the pleasure of running into Mr. Carlyle the other night at the ballet.” Her tone seemed genuine enough that you let down your guard.

“Yes, he took me as a late Christmas gift.” You beamed, fondly remembering that night. Her expression soured.

“I’ve found that the ballet is nothing like it used to be.” She looked at you pointedly. “Too many ugly ducklings and not enough swans.” With that sneer, she sashayed past you to join her other snobbish friends. You wanted to shrink into the floor.

“You shouldn’t pay any attention to them.” From the crowd emerged P.T.’s wife with a kind and knowing face. “Martha is still furious that you snatched Phillip away from her.”

“It’s not as if I expected it to happen.” You laughed nervously. Your marriage to Phillip was just as much of a surprise to you as it was to society. “How do you do it Mrs. Barnum? Survive all of the small talk and backhanded comments?”

“Years and years of practice. And please, call me Charity.” She hooked her arm through yours and the two of you walked about the room together, careful to avoid any more contact with Miss Whilton or her fellow vipers. Eventually, you found your husbands, P.T. with his bright showman smile. Even after he stepped aside as the center of the circus, he still knew how to perform. Phillip had a drink in his hand and his smile was far more strained.

When he saw you, however, his demeanor immediately brightened.

“There you are, darling.” He sounded practically relieved. You leaned in close so only he would hear.

“If you needed saving, all you had to do was ask.” You whispered, causing him to chuckle. He kissed your cheek.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

“Must there be a next time?” You whined a little louder than you meant to. Luckily, P.T. and Charity just laughed.

“I guess I’ve kept you both here long enough.” P.T. took Phillip’s drink and downed the rest himself. “You two go have a nice evening.”

“Are you sure?” Phillip asked, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. P.T. nodded and Phillip gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Thank you.” P.T. just laughed and Phillip laced his fingers with yours and hurriedly walked towards the exit.

As soon as you were out of the view of prying eyes, he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. There, hiding in the shadow of the doorway, you felt like you were back at the beginning of your relationship, stealing moments after shows behind the stands.

“Mr. Carlyle, someone is going to see us.” You giggled, stepping towards the stairs, but he pulled you back into the darkness.

“And if they do?” He smirked. “They all think I’m a terrible scandal anyway.”

“What did you expect to happen when you ran off and joined the circus?”

“I hadn’t expected to fall in love and yet here we are.” His charming smile grew and you gave him a quick kiss before retreating down the stairs, laughing as he chased you.

He didn’t catch you until you were outside, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him. You continued merrily down the street, hand in hand and listening to the distant ringing of bells.

#phillip carlyle #THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW #the greatest showman #zac efron imagines #fluff

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Would you look at this, complete self-indulgent fanfic of my own writing

-Blue Masterlist

-Orfeu/Haru Masterlist

CW: Dehumanization; Mouth Whump mention; conditioning; Pet whump; Biting; restrains, collar; self-hatred; it as pronoun;

“Please, please don’t’ Blue sobbed rocking back and forth on the car sit “Master….B-blue loves you”

But Master had already decided. He clipped the chain on Blue’s collar, ruffled his hair one last time and offered it a smile.

“I’m sorry Blue. But a deal is a deal. You have to go with Orfeu now”

The place he was driven to was isolated, in the middle of a forest with tall gloomy trees. The man waiting for them stood as still as the trees, with gloomy green eyes.

Master parked the car and opened the door. Blue didn’t want to go. Blue loved Master. Against better judgment, it jumped to the other sit, so Master couldn’t get it.

“Blue, none of this now. You don’t want to make a scene in front of your new Master do you?”

Blue didn’t want a new Master! Warren loved Blue so why was it being given away? It felt tears falling through its cheek, as it tried to hide on the corner under the sit, hugging Bonnie nervously.

Master was having none of that, and on a quick movement, grabbed the chain and pulled it, not caring if Blue would choke. Blue tried to stay inside, but Master was much stronger and it was dragged out, falling like a doll on the floor.

“…My apologies for that” Master Warren says, dragging Blue to the man.

“NO” It screams, and jumps on Master’s leg, grabbing it with all its strength “Master don’t leave it, no, Blue wants to be with Master please, only Master”

“He is your Master now Blue” Master tried to kick it away, but it kept holding, until it was grabbed the hair and yanked back.

Master lifted Blue off the ground, and for a second, Blue relaxed on his grip, head resting on his shoulder. But Master threw Blue at the other man. It didn’t want to be held by other people! Only Master! And worse… Master was walking away! No no no!

It tried to kick away, but the other man had no problem holding him. It… It didn’t want to be left behind! It loved Master, it was so so so so lucky it had a kind Master, what had it done to be thrown out again?

…It sobbed, hysterically. Not caring for behaving anymore, it sunk its teeth on the man’s arm. That hurt like hell. It saw white points in its vision, almost passing out from the pain, but it didn’t care, and did it again. The man cursed under his breath but didn’t let go.

“No, no, no, please…” It cried, and kept sinking its teeth on his skin, weakly. Meanwhile, Master went away.

…It stopped fighting when the car disappeared, hanging limply from the man’s arms. With little effort it was carried inside the house and placed over a rug.

It felt so weak. Shivers ran through its whole body… The man – Master – was inspecting his arm, marked with bites…

It gasped. Oh no. What had it done? It would lose the rest of its teeth for it. Master would crush each one of them, twist around and pull them out. It clapped its mouth shut, eyes widening in horror. It deserved it, it was bad, bad mutt, bad pet, bad, bad, bad…

With a cry, it lowered its forehead to the floor, covering its head with the trembling arms. Bonnie fell to the side, but it didn’t mattered. It wanted to disappear.

“…Shhh it’s okay” ...his new Master’s voice was so sweet and soft. It didn’t fit at all with the blank, uncanny person “You want an ear scratch? Warren said you loved those”

Shivering it lifted its eyes. Ear scratch? Those were for good pets. It wasn’t a good pet. It reached for Bonnie, pulling it close.

“S—she w—wants some”

“Does she have a name?” Master set near Blue. He held Bonnie and scratched behind her ears. Bonnie was good, she deserved this.

“B-b-b-onnie”

“A very cute name. She is a very good girl”

It nodded. She was! She was always so good…

…Footsteps. It lifted its head, flinching back. There were more people? It had always been just it and the Master, no one else!

“It’s okay. Come here, Haru, darling. This is Blue”

…The person approached, crouching down near Master. He seemed nervous, pulling Master’s sleeve.

“Blue, this is Haru. He is… He is… He is like you” Like Blue? So… Also a pet?

Blue decided to really take a look. The other pet… Was gorgeous. It had the longest hair Blue had ever seen, falling in soft curls… And it was all fluffy white like snow. When Blue’s hair was dyed, it had to be whitened first, but it always had this weird yellowish-green shade.

…Why would Master want Blue? That pet was so damn beautiful, and it looked like it could do any tasks Master asked, so why would it need Blue? Was Blue there just to be a punch bag? To take punishments for both of them? Maybe for something more sinister?

The pet was looking at Master’s arm, all marked by Blue’s bites… It seemed concerned and fearful.

“It’s okay darling, I’ll be okay. Blue was very scared” Master soothed, a hand caressing the other pet’s face.

…Blue lowered its head again, sobbing violently. There was no way it could compete with that pet. There was nothing it could do. It was just worthless, useless, ugly and dumb and, and…

The pet – Haru – had approached, offering it a hand. It looked at Master nervously, but Master said nothing… So it reached for it. Haru cupped its hand and squeezed it gently, rubbing soft circles on the back.

It breathed, distraught by how soothing this was. It shouldn’t be soothed! It should be punished, it should be screaming in pain. It, it just prayed that this Master didn’t like blood either, so he wouldn’t take Blue’s teeth out.

“P-pp-punish me Master” it cried. It helped that the other pet was still holding its hand… It felt comforting “Please punish your stupid pet. It was, it was s-s-so bad…”

“Haven’t you suffered enough, Blue?”

It looked confused at Master. W-what did that mean? It hadn’t been punished yet. It needed to pay for its behavior! It was so ashamed.

“M-M-m-master… I-It b-b-behaved terribly…”

…It nearly flinched when it felt the hand on its hair. The other pet had approached more, and was running finger through its hair.

It looked fearfully at Haru, the pet smiled softly, big blue eyes. It mouthed ‘It’s okay’, but no sound came out.

“…You were scared. It’s a new situation, a new home and new people. It’s normal that you would be scared… Sometimes fear makes us do things like this. It’s alright.”

“B-b-but… I-it, i-i-it h-h-hurt M-m-master…” …The other pet held its head, cleaning away Blue’s tears. It had so soft hands… but every finger had a callus.

“…You won’t do that again, will you?”

“NO! Never, Blue wants to be good, please…”

“Then it’s okay. I forgive you”

It lost all air in shock. Forgiving Blue? For such a terrible thing? How, how was that possible? It didn’t deserve such mercy. Did Master had something more sinister planned…?

But taking a good look, Haru seemed… fine. It seemed well fed and had beautiful hair and, and no bruises. Would Master treat Blue the same? The other pet deserved to be cared for, it was good and useful… Blue wasn’t! Blue didn’t deserve to eat well or to not be hurt.

It whined, resting his head on the pet’s knees. Master handled Bonnie back to Blue. It hesitantly got her.

“Bonnie is… Is good” it hugged her.

“She is” Master said “You are too, Blue”

“N-no…” It whined, nuzzling on Haru’s lap, almost melting as he carefully pet its head.

“Well, I think you are” Master says offering it a smile “…And you are safe here, I promise. I hope you can start seeing here as your home soon.”

It hugged Bonnie tight, closing its eyes and wishing it could sleep there, with the other pet holding it. It wondered how long this ‘home’ would last.

#whump #whump writing #confort fic :3

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