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Losing In Romance || Kashimo x Reader

Summary: Arranged Marriage AU! Kashimo as the strongest sorcerer of his time, and you, the only daughter of your clans main family are set to marry in an attempt to strengthen both bloodlines.

Warnings: Angst, no comfort, ooc kashimo maybe, mean kashimo (?), kashimo in denial, part 2 maybe.

Kashimo Hajime is known as the God of Lightning, he who has never been defeated, challenged by 1000, and who achieved victory every time. He is no doubt the strongest descendant from the Hajime bloodline, but it is not a battle he is in today, it is a wedding.

This isn't just any wedding either, it is his own. He didn't agree to this, his family did supposedly for his sake, he knows for a damn fact it's not. They're just desperate to have a child they themselves can control, one that can enhance their bloodline.

Kashimo hates the fact his family came up with such a keen excuse to motivate him too, "what if this child is strong enough to surpass you?" his mother had said. He understood what she was implying, albeit not straightforwardly spoken, but he wasn't that desperate.

Now here he stands, looking down the aisle at his soon-to-be wife. He's only seen her a couple of times, but each time he can see that she's only ever glanced at him with admiration. He is happy to have someone who respects him at least, but that's as far as he'll go, just respect, he doesn't see much of you besides that.

You find yourself nervous as you walk towards Kashimo, softly chewing your cheek in anticipation as you took your last steps up to the altar. You'd adored him the moment you'd laid eyes on him, it was a little crush, he's pretty and cute. Which you thought, not knowing that you'd fall deeper in love with him even to getting married.

You weren't stupid, you knew, this was an arranged marriage. You expected nothing more and unfortunately it was obvious to you too, Kashimo's disdain for this. He was a man of freedom, who let anyone challenge him to a battle of which he never backed down from.

You loved his carefree nature, the way in which he saw everyone equally and never underestimated anyone. To you, Hajime Kashimo was a astonishing man, and whoever he chose to love must be quite the lucky lady.

Still, guilt welled up in your heart as you remember yet again today that you are but chains holding him down. Even so, you find yourself staring at him adoringly as he lifts the veil to uncover your face. You find yourself still caught up and lost in his gold irises, representative of the lightning power he possesses.

The wedding went by in a flash, however the memory of Kashimo's soft lips against your own was still present looming in your mind. It was a weak, amateur, almost pathetic kiss, however it felt like heaven to you anyway. It was your first, and you didn't believe there was more anyway.

The manner Kashimo held your hand in his whilst he effortlessly slipped a ring on your finger made you internally squeal. Even if this was one sided on your part, there wasn't anyone denying your hopes. For the potential future you wanted, you smiled warmly placing a ring on his finger as well.

It was no secret this was your first time experiencing such sensations, and maybe Kashimo had before already, you wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. Men were allowed much more than women in this era, plus, he was beautifully powerful. Who wouldn't want him?

After your wedding, everything pretty much went back to normal. You'd been given a wonderfully crafted home to which you and Kashimo now lived in. Surprisingly, or maybe not really so, Kashimo was very straightforward. "Let's skip to the chase, our parents wanted this, I don't know about you but I swear I will not commit adultery, and I will stand by my vows," he'd stated. Kashimo had waited for your response, his face serious as he stared down at your small form, only to see you nod, "I understand and agree, I hope we get along," you stated, shyly smiling.

It was more than enough for you to be in the same vicinity as him. You tried your best to impress him in your own way, taking note of what meals he liked, cleaning the house, and keeping yourself in high spirits. All the traditional duties of a house wife really.

You made sure to greet him every morning, tend to him when he was injured, and made sure to let him speak his mind whenever he needed to. Kashimo wasn't cruel so he treated you with respect, but everything else beyond was just blank.

That was the best way to describe the situation and feeling. He was only acting out of respect, nothing more. Sometimes you'd see him clenching and unclenching his fist at important gatherings. His family and yours constantly pestering for a child.

You felt responsible for being an annoyance to him at times, but also sadness as he never even tried to approach you in the act of well, love making. Not that I deserve it, you thought. You could only feel your heart sink to your stomach as you'd caught him that one night.

Kashimo had thought you were busy dealing with your parents that night when he'd decided to meet an old friend. Hakari was there, he was a good guy, and Kashimo always came to him to talk. Mostly for fun, but today for advice.

"...I don't love her, I don't think I can ever love her, I know she does but I can't bring myself to see her that way," he admits, defeated. Kashimo slumps on the balcony, swirling his drink as he confesses whats been on his mind. Hakari sighs and pats him on the shoulder, trying to comfort his friend Hakari adds, "nothing wrong with that, love is a natural thing."

Hakari had witnessed first hand the family politics Kashimo had got swept up in. He understood that if he was in Kashimo's situation, he'd be somewhat miserable and guilty too, after all you didn't force this on him either. Hakari continued, "look, I'm sure eventually both families will see this isn't working, you can wait till then or do something on your own--"

Kashimo winced at the thought, it wasn't like you were a stranger to him anymore, in fact you were a great friend, he wouldn't mind keeping you around. However, he disliked the gut wrenching feeling of seeing your face when you finalize how he still feels.

Kashimo sees more than Hakari ever will, he sees your worry for him, he knows your expressions, he notes the way your eyes light up when he's within the vicinity and he feels happy, warm inside, but it's just appreciation yeah? "Yeah, we'll see, I'll think about it," he states before downing his drink.

The rest of the conversation becomes a blur, you couldn't bear to hear the rest after the part where Kashimo stated how he felt. You began walking away as your vision blurred, tears softly dripping down your face. You somewhat hated Kashimo too, for still treating you so well upfront despite the circumstance.

It turns out that no, you weren't with your parents, you'd gotten annoyed at their persistence. Had shouted at them even since you loved him. Deciding to leave for some fresh air onto a balcony. Where you witnessed what you now wish you hadn't, the truth. You knew this, everyone knew this, it was a fact, Kashimo didn't love you. It was just much more gut-wrenchingly painful to hear it yourself, witness the truth spill right between his beautiful lips. Curse my love for him, you thought, walking away deciding to just leave on your own tonight.

The worst part you hadn't really accepted yet, was probably the point that you also could tell both Kashimo and Hakari knew you were there. But decided not to pretend they were talking about another matter, just that you weren't there.

That night you left the party alone because it was no longer enjoyable, you felt pain and emptiness. Your unfortunate state unfortunately noticed by all around you, your parents, Kashimo's parent, and those gossip girls your age who snickered as you passed.

You didn't want them to see you like this, so weak, but despite walking away, the incident still followed you home. Plaguing your mind till the latest hours of midnight. The horrid thoughts just keep flooding in, never seeming to find a way out.

Part 2 !

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ddollfface · 2 months

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𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲

𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙊𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

Warnings; bad writing, might be ooc (don't come at me lol), not proofread, obsessional behavior, idk if this is really Yandere tbh, honestly, this is just be dipping my toes into fanfiction... If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I've only watched the tv shows, so all of my information comes from that and the wiki. If anyone knows where to read the manga, then please message me! Also, this is inspired by @mothwingwritings and @yandere-writer-momo ♡

Throughout the series, Katsumi is shown to be loyal to those he deems close and important to him. One of these people is Karate (I suppose, it's a thing, but whatever). Even when faced with people he respects, like Retsu, he refuses to give it up, to deny the power it has. This is shown during the tournament saga where Retsu demands that Katsumi admit that Chinese Kenpō is superior to Karate, of course, he denies it.

Now, what does this say about Katsumi? Well, it shows that when he feels loyalty towards someone/something, he'll cling to it and fight for it until his last breath. Katsumi is strong-willed, and never gives in without a fight; he fights for others' honor. He's been shown to have a vengeance streak, where he'll seek out those he's deemed to have defamed the people he holds dear to him.

He's very smooth with his words and has a boyish charm to him, allowing you to drop your guard when you really shouldn't. His sheepish smile and constant cocky appeal cause you to feel relaxed and underestimate him, forgetting that he's a dangerous man who could snap you in half with his pinky. It's really too easy for him to find where you live, sneak into your apartment, and watch you. All without you noticing; how sweet of you. You don't even realize that Katsumi has grown so attached, not noticing how close he sticks to your side or how his eyes darken whenever you talk to Retsu or Katou (if he ever comes around).

I can imagine Katsumi with most types of darlings, but I think he'd lean towards darlings who are a Good Samaritan. How they show that empathetic behavior solely depends on their personality. You don't have to be energetic and bubbly to be a good person and to help others, instead, you can be quiet and timid. You can be a little colder, but as long as you're willing to step in and help others when they're in need, even if you might put yourself in danger, Katsumi will ultimately find you attractive and court you.

I think that the empathetic characteristic is the root of his attraction, seeing you be so kind and caring just makes his heart swell. He knows you're a good person, and that's what makes you so attractive. Well, you're appearance is also a key factor, but ignore that.

Katsumi just wants someone selfless and willing to put themselves on the line for others, no matter if they know the person or not, as he knows that they'd make a good partner, a good mama. That's ultimately Katsumi's goal in life: to have a family. I subscribe to the headcanon that Katsumi has a breeding kink and he loves children; I don't care what anybody says.

There's no doubt in my mind that he's a loverboy who just wants someone to love, but things go wrong when that love isn't recognized or reciprocated. Not only that, but Katsumi's love can be... overbearing, to say the least. He can get a little too excited, especially when he's around you. And that's when his boyish nature comes in. He becomes too aggressive with his courting tactics (this is similar to Ali Jr. and Baki, me thinks).

These three guys, especially Katsumi, have been shown to be a little blinded by arrogance and their youth (not saying that other characters, who are older, haven't). They're all in their early twenties, and Katsumi being twenty in the Pickle saga, meaning they don't have a lot of experience with women.

Now that we're on the topic of experience, I think that Katsumi has been on dates with women, talked to women, and flirted with women. I mean, look at him. He's attractive, both physically and emotionally, and he's in the prime of his life. Not only that, but he's the adoptive son of Doppo Orochi, though I doubt that matters to most girls, but whatever. This means that he's got money, a lot of it. Doppo's wealth has been reiterated throughout the series that Katsumi is a spoiled kid, and I see that point.

So there's no denying that girls are attracted to him, and I think Katsumi isn't afraid to go up to women; he's quite charismatic. But why doesn't he have a girl? I think that's partially because of his dedication to his martial arts, making it difficult to maintain a relationship, and most girls wouldn't stick around for that. Now, that factor wipes out half of his dating pool, making it difficult for him to have anything but a one-night stand or a few dates.

He can't help but long for someone deeper, long for someone who truly cares for him. Katsumi wants someone who needs him, and relies on him to be provided for, and cared for. He wants to be acknowledged for his hard work, how calloused his hands are, and how good of a leader he strives to be. He just wants someone who'd be his cheerleader, someone who'd support him the way he'd support them.

This drive and desperate need for someone causes him to act irrationally when he finally finds someone even close to his dreams. It doesn't matter where or when you meet, whether it's before or after he's lost his arm, as long as he feels that recognition, he's lovestruck.

(This is where I go off on a tangent, I'm so sorry)

I've read a book called Blink, by Malcolm Gladwell, and it's all about humans and how we think as a species. He goes on and on about this thing called thin slicing. Thin slicing is an ability that all humans have, something we've developed through years of evolution, and it's the ability to make a split-second decision (on a situation or person) based off of little information. According to Gladwell, we do this every day. Thin slicing is fueled by our fight or flight response, more so whether or not we fight, fight, or freeze.

Gladwell says that the moment we make eye contact with someone, or speak a singular word with someone, we've already decided whether or not we like them or not, whether or not we'll befriend them. In multiple studies, Gladwell cites, he says that you can determine whether or not a couple will have a long-lasting relationship just based off of one conversation, a conversation that's no more than a minute long.

It's all about subconscious cues we give off when we speak, much like the phrase 'actions speak louder than words.' Certain cues attract people to each other, unknowing actions that we do that pull others toward us.

Honestly, it's a really interesting thing, and I think that because a lot of Baki men rely on their instincts, and they use thin slicing in every one of their fights, they'll use their instincts to determine who their darlings are. If you were to ask any of the Baki men, in this hypothetical world where they have a darling, I think they wouldn't be able to answer. That they wouldn't know. And that's because it was an instinctual decision, something they knew subconsciously the moment they met you, you, you.

There was just something about you that drew them in, and they would be able to give a broad definition, but they wouldn't be able to tell specifics. And that's the beauty of attraction, so if you think about it, love at first sight is a real thing, yeah?

End of tangent

Because of this, he'll take any one of your interactions and dramatize them. You say that it's cold outside? Now, he thinks you're trying to hint to him that you want his jacket (you don't; you were making small talk). You say that you think his hair looks nice today? Welp, that means you must want to play with his hair, right (Natsue just told you he got a haircut). Hell, your shoulders brush against each other while you two are walking? You're practically telling him that you want a hug! (No, you just were too close to the street).

The point is that any normal reaction or conversation is used to fuel his obsession with you. Within a few weeks of knowing each other, he's thinking that you're going to be the mama of his children. There's no doubt in his mind that you're meant to be. Katsumi will even look at your zodiacs. Did you know that you two are compatible? What a coincidence. It must be fate.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #obsessive love #katsumi orochi #katsumi x reader #yandere katsumi orochi #yandere headcanons #yandere baki the grappler #yandere male #baki katsumi #baki x reader #baki headcanons #baki hanma #baki dou

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tartagliaxx · 1 year

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。VENUS IN YOUR LOVE

━━ INCLUDES: il capitano, il dottore, scaramouche, pantalone, tartaglia

━━ SUMMARY: he makes you dizzy. he makes you crave. he makes you lose yourself in the desire to be swallowed by the immense heat and the blinding light of his love; or a snippet of what to expect when involved in a romantic relationship with the characters.

━━ CONTAINS: established relationships, highly suggestive themes, making out, usage of terms of endearment (none gender specific), innocent nudity (il capitano), size differences, dottore and his experiments, power imbalance (il dottore, pantalone, scaramouche), potentially ooc characters, toxic relationships?, the harbingers and everything they stand for

。IL CAPITANO — “ the captain | number ??? ”

Natlan was a very humid place, a direct opposite of Snezhnaya where the cold seeps into your bones until you, yourself, become nothing but cold. Still, he was first and foremost a warrior, and weather conditions are the least of a warrior’s concerns. Such things can be braved through and should you be unable, then that merely meant that you are undeserving of standing under the azure banner of Her most noble Majesty, the Tsaritsa. You are, therefore, not a warrior but a fool that marches towards your death while wearing a warrior’s skin, and the Captain had no respect for such people. Perhaps that is why he had not spared a single glance to the direction of his soldier that lie fainted on the ground. Instead, he had looked towards the others who hesitated between helping their comrade and risking the wrath of the displeased Harbinger or leaving them to die under the glare of the sun despite the guilt that was likely to consume them.

“Burdensome.” He had finally uttered after a long and tense silence. “Leave them or help them. It matters not to me.”

With that, the Harbinger walks away, the haunting click and clang of his armor sending shivers down the spines of his troop as they scurried to take the fainted Fatuus to the shade. Capitano was heading to the east of the encampment, the direction of his private tent where he had asked you to wait. Normally, he’d think twice before letting you tag along to his endeavors but his strange attachment wound up clouding his judgment. No matter… In war, the victors always had their share of spoils and you, his darling, are his prize. None who dare receive his wrath would lay a hand on you — not like he’d let anyone near you in the first place.

As he entered the tent, he anticipated your smaller form to leap into his embrace just as you had done the other times. To his surprise, his hidden gaze caught sight of you sweating, eyes droopy as you fan yourself with a stack of papers you found lying around. You had long since removed your coat, leaving you only in the cotton innerwear he had so generously gifted you. With a quiet call of your name, you turned your head slightly as you sent your lover a weak smile.

“Welcome back, my love. Is everything faring well outside?”

The Captain made no move to answer you, instead pulling your weak form towards him as he wiped your face gently. His touch was so careful that you barely felt the touch of the towel on your heated skin, “How do you feel?”

“Hot,” you whispered back, leaning into his body. His armor placated your feverish self slightly whilst his hold made you lose the edge you donned earlier, “Perhaps I never should’ve underestimated the fierceness of Natlan.”

An amused huff left him, or you supposed it was one as he stood up from his crouched position. With one arm around the plush of your thighs, he lifted you along just as he had done many times before. His strength has always struck wonder in you, you mused as your eyes fluttered closed, trusting him wholly to take you wherever. Without noticing, you had dozed off and you were only aroused once more when you feel the humid air brushing against your bare skin and then suddenly, a refreshing cool that revitalizes your energy.

“This should cool you down,” he uttered as he watched you dip further into the tub. A sense of satisfaction fills his dark heart when you suddenly smiled at him brightly, shyly muttering a word of gratitude for his kind act. You reach out for his hand and he takes it. He always does.

For this was how Capitano was with you. He was not the respected man who had unmercifully claimed uncountable victories in the name of vengeance and you, one of his disposable men. No, you are his treasure — his lover. Your fragility was endearing and something he fought to preserve. You are pure and unblemished, a reminder of home as you fall into his arms like a precious snowflake: his inamorata, the reason he fights.

“Eyes,” he tells you and you eagerly close them as you hear the clanking of metal that overwhelms you not with dread but with adoration. Not even a second later, your body shivers in delight as you feel a hand grip your chin firmly but not harshly — no, never. You are too precious for that. You wait for a second but nothing came and you knew that he was once again admiring you despite your impatience. A gloved knuckle traces over your cheekbone and you are light; a mere feather in the wind compared to his might.

You speak his name, gently as if you are wary of breaking the moment, but soon, the water moves along with your body as he tugs you into him for a much-awaited kiss. That is if you can call whatever you were blessed with a kiss. The Harbinger was a warrior and warriors spare nothing in their conquests. It made sense that you, at the receiving end of his attention, were spared nothing. He devoured your existence until only the willingness to keep giving him your entirety remained. As his tongue clashes with yours, your treacherous heart craves more and more of his taste. He’s addicting, you sigh out as he pulls back to nibble at your lip, pulling at it slightly before diving back in with renewed fervor. The Captain was fire and he burns his way into you as his large hands squeezed your flesh in raw desire. You’d have him engrave himself to you if he could — until you’re nothing but an extension of him and his will. He would never though. He'd sooner cut his arms off himself than lay a finger on you. It makes you smile, giddy even. The soft tickle of his breath fans your lips and you inch closer, arms gripping his forearms for leverage as you breathe him in.

Sooner than you’d like, he parts from you, and the thumb that flies to play with the string that remains to connect you two makes you think that he too enjoys this game of carnal conquest to the point of wishing to prolong it forever. The familiar clicking came again and you take the small tap he gave you as a sign to welcome the world once more. When you open your eyes, he was already covered by his armor. The only proof of his actions prior was yourself. Need-glazed eyes that lay lidded and wet lips that are parted for each puff of breath. Had this not been a common occurrence between the both of you, you would’ve felt ashamed at how debauched you looked from a mere kiss. He has always been different — so capable of giving rise to foreign feelings in you. The heat in your cheeks and the heavy beating of your heart are proof of that and you were sure you could do anything to keep receiving from him. Who else could reduce you to someone so, so lovestruck that it prompts even a chuckle out of a usually composed man?

“Take your time with your bath. I will make sure no one intrudes on us.”

。IL DOTTORE — “ the doctor | number two ”

“Darling,” he calls for you and you immediately look up from your book to gaze in his direction. You don’t move but you do stifle a sigh as he continues with nothing. You see, he has gained a rather annoying habit of adoringly watching you stare at him eagerly whenever he calls. He likens you to an obedient puppy and you weren’t quite sure what to make of it yet. Perhaps the ever-growing frown on your face caught his attention because his lips parted in a wide grin, showing off his sharp, pearly teeth as he patted his lap invitingly, “come over, please.”

You knew better than to take his words as a request you had a say in.

When you were close enough, an arm wrapped around your waist to tug you into him rather unceremoniously. You barely caught yourself from falling into him, hands securely on his broad shoulders and knees on either side of his thighs as he leaned back to admire the view. Before you could bark a complaint, the Doctor cheekily moved his other hand to your neck, grazing a thumb across your sensitive spot before resting it by the juncture of your shoulder, “Hello there. I have a need for your assistance.”

“How may I help you, Doctor?” You reply, breathier than you would’ve preferred and glaringly flustered much to your lover’s delight — one he made no move to hide whatsoever.

“I have an experiment to complete today and I’d like you to take note of my observations. You’ll help me, won’t you?”

The Harbinger let his hand fall from your neck to the small of your back, adjusting his position so his lips were a breath away from yours. You swallow, nodding but forgetting your position so each bob of your head had your lips brushing against his. It’s embarrassing to feel even more heated from such an innocent act.

“Lovely! You’re so precious, truly. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

As if giving a reward or better yet, a treat, for your satisfactory response, the Doctor succumbs to your needy gaze, pressing his lips into yours into a messy kiss. He tilts his head to reach you deeper, and you respond in kind, arching your back to be closer to him. He tastes faintly of alcohol — the strong kind and the realization that there was never an “enough” came to you like a life-changing discovery. You wanted to be so, so close to him that you break the laws of the world and become one with him down to the smallest atom. You want to keep carding your fingers through the silken strands of his hair; keep consuming the minute pain that come with the crescents he digs into your flesh. You want him — need him even in this world already filled with such madness.

The Doctor moves away from your lips, ignoring your whine to relish the way you swallow harshly when he trails a finger down the slope of your neck. He can’t help the way he’s so hyper-fixated on it. It’s beautiful, he thinks, and even more so, the vulnerability it carries and the way a mere touch would leave you with your legs weak. The devilish smile he wore did not go unnoticed but as if sensing your question, the Doctor moves his head like a predator pouncing on prey. A moan spills out of your lips as he sucked on the delicate part of your flesh, proudly looking at the darkening bruise he left when he finished. Gloved fingers trace over it lightly and if you didn't know any better, lovingly. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, almost scalding you as you instinctively straightened your posture. His sharp gaze is on you again. You know it. You feel it even when his eyes are covered by that mask.

“A gift for you, darling, for being such an obedient pet.” A shaky breath leaves your lips and your unfocused eyes followed his hands as he motioned for someone to come closer, “Beta will take care of you for the day. Be good.”

“Is it truly wise to let them partake in the experiment, Prime?” A more high-pitched version of the voice of your lover — similarly much younger — resounded in the room. Though his words were blunt, you sensed no animosity in them.

“I’d love to deal with this myself but Regrator’s request is not one to be left ignored for long. Besides, our darling here knows better than to doze off while doing something important, isn’t that right?”

You nod mindlessly, withdrawing from Prime’s grip to stand beside Beta who had been watching the whole exchange curiously, “If that is your decision, then I won’t question you further. You should know what you’re doing.”

The older segment merely huffed in amusement before waving you off, though, that is not without a final warning towards his younger segment.

“Not to worry.” he grins in reply, similar but rather crazed as his gaze turns to you. “The absolute pursuit for knowledge is not our only similarity.”

The nerves that swelled in you quickly quieted down when Beta reaches down to clasp your hands, entangling them before pressing a lingering kiss on the back of yours. It was innocent enough, if not for the familiar cloud in his exposed eye. The thought of what you cannot comprehend, but anticipate regardless, brings a small shiver down your spine. Whether that is out of excitement or fear is a question you cannot quite answer in your current state of mind.

Prime raises a brow before laughing though the deadly glint in his eyes did not go unnoticed by his younger counterpart, “How curious, indeed. I’ll allow such a ludicrous fantasy but learn your place. I do not like sharing what is mine.”

When you feel his gaze on your skin again, you swiftly look down in fear of how you’ll react. His eyes always left you feeling uneasy — like he could decipher every secret you hold no matter how hard you try to hide them. How deep your affection for the madman runs, for example, is a secret you’d rather be left unsaid. At least for the time being when you are unsure of how far you’ve fallen from sanity yourself.

“Fascinating how love runs you mad,” Dottore mutters before grinning once more, ego practically oozing off his figure as he leans back into his chair, “Off you go now, darling. We shall continue our exchange later.”

。PANTALONE — “ regrator | number nine ”

Regrator was a generous man if you were one of those he favors.

One stray gaze is all it takes for him to wave his hand, adorned with silver rings that glint under the afternoon sun. Albeit wordless, the merchant immediately scampered away, hands clumsily packing the object in haste as if he had a blade pressed against his neck. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to being spoiled like this. Subconsciously, your hand reached out for his luxury fur coat, gripping it to catch his attention. Your hold was weak; both shy and wary, knowing full well that the fabric likely costs more than your entire existence.

The Harbinger averts his piercing gaze from the merchant and down to you, his empty smile shifting into something softer as he caught sight of your fumbling form, “What is it, my dear?”

“Thank you for being so generous, milord.”

Yes, Regrator was a most generous man for his darling and he had taught you very well to never decline the kindness he seldom spares. He’d much rather receive your thanks and your most precious gaze — bashful and awe-filled. He tilts your head with his fingers, appreciating the heat that seeps through his leather gloves.

“Of course, anything for you. But then,” his eyes crack open to peer at you slyly. Oh, how lovely you are… “what do we do again in this situation?”

Cued, you take his wrist in your hand as leverage before standing on your toes to press a kiss on his cheeks. Gloss stains the spot you touched and as you moved to swipe it off, the Ninth turns his face to press a kiss just above where your pulse beats. Your body trembles at his attention, and when you tried to take a step back to regain your composure, Pantalone immediately catches you by the waist. He leans closer, smile unchanging even as his breath brushed over your cheeks.

“Do not stray too far away from me, dearest. It’s rather cold outside.” A noise of acknowledgment escapes your lips as you glance back at the merchant who was silently gawking at you two with his hand outstretched. “Ah, yes. Guards—”

One of the many Fatuus under him soundlessly took his newest purchase, tossing Mora carelessly into the merchant who scrambled to pick it up from the snow-dusted street of Snezhnaya. Some foreign emotion swells beneath your ribs as you stare at the man kneeling before you. Right, beside the Ninth Harbinger, the rest of the world seems just a little short of being completely beneath you. He had a way of making everyone feel as if they are unworthy of his presence. In every word, in every breath, in every act, Pantalone radiates an aura so untouchable and glorious that even the shadow he casts over you makes you feel like power flows in your veins more eminently than even the blood that fuels your life.

“Shall we go then? We’ll be late for our appointment.”

And you rejoice in it. You’d place his pedestal above the gods if it’s what it takes to continue basking under the heat of his ambition. You’d follow him to hell and back if it meant that you can continue to bear witness to his incomparable splendor. This maddening pursuit is what makes you take his hand in yours, letting him lead you to the finest clothesmaker in the nation.

“Lord Harbinger! Please, take a seat here while I prepare drinks for you and your guest!”

It takes but a tug before his coat is undone and passed to one of his men and but a stride before he is sat majestically on the soft, red couch, one leg over the other as he peers over you through the edges of his glasses, “Go on then, dear. Shop to your heart’s delight.”

Admiration makes your eyes gloss over as you follow one of the shop assistants into the changing room. Sending one last glance towards his casual form, only one thought races in your mind: he’s beautiful. The skin-tight suit moves with each flex of his muscle while his dark hair pools along his shoulders like the waterfalls of Fontaine. He’s beautiful and he knows it, just as he knows you’ve been eyeing him as you disappear behind the curtain. It fills the Ninth with pride and adoration, as well as — he chuckles under his breath — the sensual desire to bring you to your tears as you approach nirvana. He was greedy, after all, and his greed shows most when it comes to the most glorious sight he has set his eyes on.

The thing about the Harbinger is that he knows what he wants and he quite finds violets and blues quite ravishing on your body. The need to please him fills you like your own greed as you immediately ask to see all such clothing. He’s got you quite comfortably dancing in his palm and the electricity that shakes your heart proves that there’s no place you’d rather be.

The clock ticks and with each second, Regrator’s finger taps mindlessly on the armchair. He exhales slowly, finding that he quite likes this and that he should make a habit out of taking you out to buy out shops more often. He has done his share of shopping, idly turning the pages of a catalog as he points here and there for the shop owner to take note of. Diamonds, pearls, and his favorite, Alexandrite — he spared nothing as he chose pieces of jewelry to add to both yours and his collection. The mere thought had him reeling in thinly veiled excitement.

His attention snaps to you as soon as he heard footsteps approach. Immediately, his smirk widens and you instinctively retreat to yourself as you feel his eyes trace over every inch of your frame, “You look ravishing, doll.”

You sent him a wobbly smile in reply.

“Won’t you give me a twirl?” Obediently, you did as told. Your embarrassment grows as you hear Pantalone mutter sweet compliments under his breath, “Truly my most prized jewel. Come here for me.”

For some reason, each step toward him felt like a step toward your demise. Then again, if this is what demise feels like, you’d gladly welcome it with open arms. Regrator makes you sit in between his leg, hand gripping both of your cheeks before catching your puckered lips into his own. The aggression was new — though not unwanted because that you drank all up. So close, you could smell the dizzying scent of his perfume. It was something along the lines of ambroxan and bergamot, you think as he slid his hand up your thigh. Teeth clashing, love crazy, and so, wonderfully messy. Pantalone’s desire washes over you like an ocean wave and sends you crashing down into the deepest depths of your mind. He’s your obsession and when he leaves your lips to insert a new ring on your finger, vibrant color matching the deep hue of your blouse, you seek him out once again with a rekindled need to drink up every last drop of him.

。SCARAMOUCHE — “ the balladeer | number six ”

The Balladeer had always been a horrible liar, you muse to yourself, as you sneakily eyed him from your corner in his office. Sure, he can fix his expression on a whim — a perfect face accentuating his words that seemed kind enough at first glance. Though perhaps, one of the rewards of being able to worm your way into his empty heart was noticing how his eyes are too expressive for his own good. Maybe that’s why he chooses to crinkle them shut whenever he smiles or why he’s so quick to avert his gaze when you peered deep into his soul after each profession of love. He's such a bad liar or maybe, you’ve just learned to read him too well.

Even now as he busied himself with signing some paperwork Lord Pierro required, he was so easy to read. His fingers tapped rapidly into his desk and his eyes fleeted from his work to the corner of his table. It wouldn’t take long before he snaps and not even a minute later — just as you anticipated, his gaze soon zeroed into you, mouth forming a snarl that would have any regular Fatuus running away with their tail in between their legs.

“Will you stop gawking at me like some kind of cretin?!”

“Why?” You smirk in reply, completely unbothered by his insults and crossing your legs as you spot the beginnings of a blush on his skin. “Do I make you nervous, Lord Harbinger?”

“Nervous? Hah, are you hearing yourself? Why would I be nervous at the sight of you?”

You stood up then, footsteps loud and clear as you approach him from his place by his desk. You leaned closer, delighting in the fact that Scaramouche instinctively retreated farther into his chair to place some distance between you two. “Why don’t you tell me, Scaramouche? Maybe this time you’d be willing to admit how far you’ve fallen for me?”

“Shut up.”

And yet despite his glare, the Harbinger made no move to push you away. If anything, he seemed as if he was expecting something as he gulped nervously, eyes flickering from your mischievous eyes and down to where your most enticing lips remained frozen into an innocent grin. You knew what he was thinking. He was so easy to read, after all. He wanted to be kissed senseless and perhaps, that was your fault. After all, this is far from being the first time such a conversation happened, and all the other times, you always made sure to fix his attitude by shutting him up in the most effective way you knew.

“Hm… You’re really so cute, honey,” you laugh as you move closer to him, nails digging into his files as you watched his eyes flutter close, “but you’re so much cuter when you try to bite me.”

With that, you abruptly pulled away, snickering when Scaramouche’s eyes blow wide open the moment he heard you take a step back, “You-! What do you think you’re playing at?!”

“I don’t know, what did you want from me? If you tell me, I’d happily give it to you. You have me so weak, after all...”

The Sixth doesn't reply, only glaring at you fiercely as his blush grew brighter. You could see the way his fingers dug into his palm and for a moment, you wondered if you teased him too much this time. Before you could utter a word of concern, you gasped as a pale hand clutched your collar and tugged you harshly forward. You were about to curse Scaramouche when he suddenly crashed his lips into yours, eliciting a small squeak from you before you relax into his hold naturally.

Why would the Balladeer ever be gentle? His grip on your clothes was tight, making sure you won’t pull away as he took what it was that he desires. He always gets what he wants and right now, he wants the aftertaste of the tea he brewed to quench the thirst that leaves a gaping void in his insides. That’s why he didn’t think twice before leaning even more forward into his desk, spare palm firmly pressed against the polished, wooden frame, body bending, and mind reeling at the way your hands fell from his hair to his nape. Do you always have to be intoxicating? His eyes welled up from feeling so overwhelmed yet wanting more, more, more and more until he's positive that you've broken him down completely. He parts his lips, letting your tongue trace around his mouth as if claiming territory that you should know, without saying, is yours. Ironically, his lips are soft and they glide along yours like silk — so much so that you can barely bring yourself to leave.

A groan escapes his lips as you pull on his hair, exposing his bare skin to you. “Pretty boy… This time, will you tell me what you want?”

Your blown-out eyes make him release a shaky breath, “You… I want your love.”

The smile that decorated your face was involuntary and you moved to massage his scalp that you had previously been cruel on. Peppering kisses on his cheek, you adored the way Scaramouche tried to subtly nuzzle into the hand you cupped his face with.

“What’s with that request?” You finally replied as you met his forehead with yours. “It’s not smart to ask for something you already have.”

“All of it,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze but voicing no complaint when you gently turned his face back to yours.

“All of it?”

He huffs, faking the haughty demeanor he always had but you knew. His hopeful eyes cannot hide a single thing from you, especially not when he closes the distance between you two again. “Yeah… From now on, only look at me. Don’t leave me, not even for a second.”

。TARTAGLIA — “ childe | number eleven ”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way he would giggle as he takes you in his strong arms, lifting you up before twirling you around, and into the way he would excitedly present you with matching articles for you to wear. He never fails to warm you up with innocent bliss even when you’re play wrestling with him for the last piece of candy. He's the purest sense of joy you’ve ever had the pleasure of possessing and if you could ever share even a fragment of how you make him feel, you’d do it in a heartbeat. That’s how you ended up here: hiding behind his couch in between his younger siblings like you were once again seven and buzzing with the childish exuberance stolen from you by adulthood.

It had not been easy hiding your exploits from the sharp eyes of your lover. He was trained to spot every minute detail and you don’t claim yourself to be the most careful secret holder out there. By some miracle (and partly because he was often out doing business), you were able to hide the surprise from him. It was July 20 and you both were lucky enough to be assigned to be on standby in your home country for his birthday.

You snap out of your thoughts when the door creaks open and the heavy footsteps of his boot-clad feet permeated the air, “Ma? Pa? Are you home?”

Tartaglia — or Ajax as he prefers to be called inside the four corners of his residence mumbles something about how they were all probably out fishing as he dusted off the snow in his hair. Beside you, Teucer stifled a giggle as he found the irony in his words to be quite entertaining. You turned your gaze towards his mother who nodded as a signal.

“1,” You count under your breath as you repositioned the confetti in your hands. For the sake of everyone’s safety, you advised against the ones that make a loud, popping sound and all his older siblings agreed solemnly, “2, 3!”

“Happy Birthday!”

Ajax flinched in surprise, fingers nearly summoning his bow before he recognized your warm smile. With that, the sudden tension in his body was released and he laughed loudly, catching his younger brother in his arms when he ran up to him, “Woah there! Who would have ever guessed that you’d all sneak behind my back like that?”

“You’re welcome, brother,” Tonia rolls her eyes teasingly as she approached with a birthday cake that his mother baked herself.

“Yeah, yeah… Thank you very much lil’ sis. Your kindness will not remain unpaid.”

You snort as your lover faux curtsied, dodging the halfhearted slap of his equally amused sister. A cough made you turn your head to your left, meeting the weary eyes of his father who muttered his thanks for looking after his son.

“It’s no trouble at all,” you turn your gaze just in time to meet his curious one, “I’m just trying to give him what he always deserved and more.”

His older brother who was listening in made a joke of not knowing how his annoying little brother managed to catch someone like you but before you could reply, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest, “Not speaking ill of the birthday boy, I hope?”

“Nothing new now, isn't it?”

His family greeted him one by one before they left to give you some space under the guise of helping arrange the dinner spread. His warm breath caressed the side of your neck as he hummed happily, swaying you side to side by the beat of his own making. By the chorus, he twirls you around before pulling you back in and grinning at the way you automatically looped your arms around his neck.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” you murmur before pressing a quick peck on his lips.

“Mhmm…” Ajax pulls you impossibly closer by the waist as he grins, eyes bright and youthful now that he had you in his embrace, “So this is why you’ve been acting weirdly this past week?”

“You noticed?”

He laughs lightly at that, pulling back an arm just to flick your forehead, “Baby, it’s impossible not to notice every single thing about you.”

“Damn, you’re so in love with me.”

You lean closer and Ajax, always so willing to be pulled into everything about you, follows in kind with a proud smirk. “Damn right I am.”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way his deep kisses are never just passionate but also fun. He giggles under his breath like a young teenager in love, fingers drawing shapes on your bare skin as he slides his hand innocently under your shirt. His hands are warm, you realize, and goosebumps follow the trail of his touch without any effort. You could feel the curve of his smile against your own at this, and joy bubbles in your heart and into your throat until you can’t help but whisper an “I love you” as you part briefly for air.

“I love you,” he says back, hand withdrawing from your back to your head as he tugs you closer into him, “so much.”

Ajax dips back in, abandoning the gentleness he usually reserves for you. Instead, he embraces the lust in him — the part that craves the mess and the victory that lies after complete domination. He fights you for power, ignoring the needy whimpers that escaped you as you succumb to your faith. All he does is pull you closer and closer until close loses its meaning and you’re all but one and the same. The force that comes from his heady sigh sends you stepping back but he follows — he chases after you until you’re backed and sat on the sofa’s backrest. Ajax wastes no time slotting himself in between your legs as you scramble to get a grip.

“Well, babe…” He grins with a near-crazed expression. His chest rises up and down rapidly as he tried to chase the breath he lost in your exchange, “You better hope you’re ready to take every drop of my love tonight.”

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#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #capitano x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #scaramouche x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin scenario #genshin imagine #gi x reader #—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 #—𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 #genshin fluff

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alucztive · 1 year

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hello! could you do a headcanon on a male reader who is small but actually can tear the whole school down if he gets mad? I was thinking of Leona, Jack, Vil, Sebek, Epel and Idia but you can do it with whoever you want if none of them pleases you :)

Male!Reader who is small but can actually tear down the school if he gets mad

ft. Leona, Vil, Idia

my first twst request! it’s a lil short since i haven’t have time to read twst story so maybe ooc.

No warning.

Male reader : He/Him pronouns.

The male reader is often underestimated due to his small size, which he uses to his advantage when dealing with others. However, when he gets mad, he becomes a force to be reckoned with, with immense strength and magic abilities that can tear down the school.

Leona Kingscholar

• One day, the reader loses his temper and almost causes a disaster at the school. Leona witnesses the incident and is shocked by the reader's strength, but also concerned for his well-being.

• Leona initially becomes interested in him because of his strength, but he quickly realizes that there's much more to the reader than just his physical abilities.

• Leona approaches the reader after the incident and offers to help him manage his anger and strength. The reader is initially reluctant to accept his help, but eventually agrees to work with him.

• As they spend more time together, Leona and the reader grow closer. Leona helps the reader to channel his strength in a positive way, and the reader helps Leona to see the world in a new light.

• The reader's strength is not just physical, but also emotional. He have a deep well of resilience and empathy that Leona comes to admire.

• Leona and the reader's relationship is not without its challenges, but they work through them together, building a strong and lasting bond.

Vil Schoenheit

• Vil is naturally drawn to the reader's strength and finds it fascinating. He enjoys seeing the reader unleash his power and finds himself getting intrigued by it.

• When the reader gets mad, his magic abilities become unstable, causing a ripple effect that almost resulted in the destruction of the school's infrastructure. Vil finds this aspect of the reader's power thrilling and enjoys the chaos it brings.

• The reader's small stature often causes others to underestimate him, but Vil knows better than to make that mistake. He respects the reader's power and enjoys pushing him to his limits.

• Despite their power struggles, Vil and the reader share a deep connection, which neither of them can deny. They are drawn to each other like moths to a flame, and their passion for each other is undeniable.

• When the reader is not angry, he is incredibly affectionate and clingy towards Vil. Vil finds this side of the reader endearing and enjoys indulging him.

Idia Shroud

• Idia is initially wary of the reader's power, but as he gets to know him, he becomes fascinated by him. He finds the reader's strength and unpredictability thrilling and enjoys the challenge of trying to keep up with him, if he can.

• The reader's power struggles often lead to tension between him and Idia, with the latter trying to keep the former under control. However, deep down, Idia enjoys the chaos and the challenge of trying to control the reader's explosive temper.

• When the reader is not angry, he is incredibly affectionate towards Idia, with a soft spot for him. Idia finds this side of the reader endearing and enjoys indulging him, even if he knows it's a weakness.

• Despite their power struggles, Idia and the reader share a deep connection, with Idia drawn to the reader's passion and strength. He sees the reader as a kindred spirit and enjoys spending his time with him.

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yanderes-galore · 7 months

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It’s finally October for where I’m from

I would liked to request prompts 9 and 30 for Airachnid with a human darling

Sure, sorry if she seems OOC or something, still not used to writing her and I haven't seen TFP in a bit ^^ I assumed my prompts for this. For those who wanted more violent stories, here ya go. Spider Decepticon is very fitting for October so this is horror oriented. Short but delves into dark territory, read warnings.

Yandere! TFP! Airachnid with Human! Darling Prompts 9 + 30

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Cybertronian/Human, Sadism, Degrading behavior, Violence, Injury, Blood, Punishments, Human pet companionship, Dark themes, Power imbalance.

Human are such fragile prey. The smallest knick makes their skin split open. Said wounds tend to leak a beautiful red substance.

Airachnid felt the same way about her human. They were an adorable pet on their own, one trained to obey their hunter. Yet training their obedience was an even better experience.

Other humans she'd like to kill as trophies, like little animals to hunt for fun as much as she desired. Your fate is different... but not necessarily better. You're a pet she can chase around whenever she wishes.

If you disobey or try to leave? She corrects you.

Airachnid doesn't have to do much to reprimand her human pet. All it takes is holding them down... and the slightest scratch of a claw on a limb. In this case, she's chosen your leg.

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

It's a lesson for running away. A lesson for underestimating her and thinking she'd truly let you get away. Now she's slashed your leg, the sanguine blood running down your skin and onto her hand. She grins as you stare up at her in delicious fear.

She's sure you can still walk, just not right off.

Aren't you just the cutest?

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love!"

She says such words in a tone that tastes of saccharine. She's so teasing and playful with what she's done. Like she hasn't added another scar to your skin.

Yes, love... this was her form of twisted love. A love not like any other, one born from that of predator and prey. Similar to how a cat would love a mouse.

This mark, no matter what she says, did not remind you of love. This mark stung of defeat. This mark bled as a reminder you're not free.

You're nowhere close to free.

Every mark she leaves is a reminder you're nothing but a toy. Something an alien can play with with sadistic glee as you hiss in pain. She claims this is love to you.

No matter how much she tries to tell you it's love, you're reminded of a dying fly. She's a spider, one who feeds on the weakness of other. You're a fly... trapped in her web... meant to die by her hands.

She says she'll never kill you. Even if that happens you assume you'll expire by other means. Somehow it may relate back to her.

You feel vulnerable with your leg bleeding, those glowing predatory pink eyes staring you down. Even now she coos at you. Like your pain is the cutest thing in the world to her.

"You humans always have so much fight in you. Even now you still fall for me letting you go! You know... I'll always find you wherever you run." Airachnid grins, watching carefully as your hope cracks more and more.

You vision wavers for a moment and you want to rest. Airachnid looks unimpressed and gives a sigh. The game is done, the fun is over.

Maybe the message will get across this time...

Meanwhile she'll have to patch you up to keep up this twisted game.

"Love you, little pet~"

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #yandere tfp airachnid

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augustinapril · 6 months

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𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 — send in a winter prompt and a character, and I'll write you headcanons or a blurb

being sick bc y/n didn’t put on enough layers in the snow w miguel díaz? <3

ILY SWEETHEART !! <333

Omg this is so cute!! Idk if the ending for this was good or not. </3 also very very short. winter wonderland event.

cw: gn!reader, coughing and being sick, probably ooc Miguel. O.2k words.

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You know the soup Miguel brought wasn’t made by him. He can’t cook to save his life and that soup smells far too delicious to have been his, which means he probably procured it from the grocery store nearby. A school trip to one of the winter states should have been fun but you underestimated the power of the cold.

“How did you forget a jacket?” He asks you as he sets the bowl of soup on the table beside your hotel bed. He’s careful not to knock against it as he helps you sit up, shuffling around the pillows so you can lean back against them. “We came here for a ski trip and you forgot a jacket.”

“It slipped my mind. I’m a little dumb sometimes.” You smile at him bashfully, your voice a little hoarse from the cold that’s dug its way into your body. You lick at your chapped lips, setting them to get rid of the dry feeling.

“You’re not dumb.” He’s fixing your words quickly, a look of adoration on his face but his voice is soft with its firmness. “Forgetting something doesn’t make you dumb.”

“How about silly?”

He smiles and nods his head. “Silly is better. You’re definitely silly.”

You’re about to laugh when the action irritates your lungs, sending a cough up your throat. You cover your mouth with your arm, turning away from Miguel until the coughing fit subsides. “You should eat your soup.”

“I don’t like soup.”

“I know which is why I unsouped the soup.”

You look at him incredulously, his words not mixing well with your sickness fogged brain. “You what?”

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#miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz x you #miguel diaz x y/n #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x you #cobra kai imagine #miguel diaz imagine #♡ — winter wonderland !!

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densnake · 1 year

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Helloooo can I request Karl Heisenberg with a Stoic Male S/O who is bigger and taller than him and has blue fire powers?

Karl Heisenberg With A Stoic! Reader With Fire Abilities

Reader type: Male reader [Boyfriend, Guy, Etc]

Fandom: Resident Evil

Content Warning: Might Be OOC, And Nothing Else!

Authors note: Hey! this is literally my first time writing a fic at all so I'm so sorry if it isn't the best quality and the abrupt end! It was very fun to write though thank you! ^^

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When Karl first took notice of you it was when he had realized someone inside the village had natural abilities. He immediately was set on being the first one to have you in his possession.

He wasn't going to let anyone else get to you just to waste your potential, especially not Alcina. Just the thought of her beating him to you and turning you into a snack made his blood boil.

So Karl sent some of of his drones after you to be retrieved immediately.

When you arrived back to Karl he was eager to begin studying you and turning you into another project of his. He was aware that you could easily put him in danger with your large stature and powers this, for the most part, enticed him.

While he was very interested in you already Karl also had to be prepared for any reaction you had. He needed a plan to get you to remain relatively calm while he studied the extent of your powers.

When Karl first saw you in person he was very surprised by your size he hadn't expected someone as big as you and especially as tall. Karl knew not to dwell on this fact but it definitely was something he was going to be thinking about.

Karl had originally told you that he had needed your help for an invention to bring back Mother Miranda knowing you'd be another follower.

You didn't complain about the situation and asked minimal questions about where you were and about Mother Miranda. It was a surprise that you were so seemingly calm about the situation at hand. it was good that you were so co-operative with him even if it was just blind faith.

When he spoke to you it was like he was talking down to you even if it irked you he would continue to speak harshly with you and make fun of you.

Considering you weren't one to speak in the first place when you had next to nothing to say back to him it made him frustrated. He wanted to make sure that you knew he was in charge here.

With your attitude and engaging less in his behavior along with the way you stood over him he felt somewhat insecure while he had to look up at you. He didn't feel small or bad about himself compared to you he just didn't like the idea that you could be underestimating or feeling greater than him. He always made sure that you were aware you were under his control.

Seeing as you were much more reserved and stronger than originally anticipated Karl found himself wondering what you were thinking and what you were capable of.

The tests he subjected you to were disguised as apart of the process where he would gather information about your physical abilities such as your base strength, your resistance to your own and outside fire/heat, and how hot you can burn until it affects you if at all.

While you worked with Karl you provided a great assistance with its development that he was not used to. you also provided as a good way for Karl to let out his frustrations about the other Lords. During this time you learned a lot about him and them as you provided a silent ear to him.

During any particularly heated rants Karl would let some things slip about himself and the other lords without realizing. Your silent nature allowed him to share more than what he would originally notice.

During this time you also gave small details about yourself when he was finished as well and any of the criticisms or doubt in your faith in Mother Miranda and the Lords that you had. When you spoke about it you were short but you got your point across well.

He appreciated being able to finally speak to someone that didn't kiss the ground that they walked on. Even if you weren't as passionate as he was about it he was more than happy to dominate the conversation.

Eventually when the time came where Karl would have to make a decision on if he was going to keep you around as an 'assistant' in his shop or turn you into another one of his experiments.

Obviously he chose to keep you around instead of stripping you of your individuality and free will.

As you both had grown closer over the period you spent together Karl would eventually tell you the truth if you were to stick around. He was very blunt with you when it came time to tell you what you believed was false where as you would have to eventually come to accept as the truth.

It was easier to accept as you had been previously listening to Karl picking up hints he dropped when you spoke however it still hardly prepared you for what he had to tell you

He could not be able to sympathize with you in any feelings of betrayal you might have upon learning it as he is hard set in his feelings towards everyone else and wasn't willing to learn as to why someone could or even accept any faults of his own.

Becoming a resident was very different than just his potential project for starters you weren't in as much danger as you were originally be it because you were now subjected to less or because you were simply new.

Karl was still stubborn and rude most of the time however now it wasn't as aggressive as before. He still felt like he had to assert himself he eventually became somewhat less passionate about it.

Karl indulges himself in getting you to use your power for tasks even if he could easily do it himself he enjoys watching you do it. You might need to stop him from going over board with this new ability.

There was no real confession from him he just gradually became more affectionate with his little comments and the way he spoke to you. Soon enough one day he would just call you his boyfriend while was teasing you [In a positive/playful way].

Around this time is when he would take more notice of how big you actually were compared to him. Not even just how tall you were but by how strong you were to match. This was more apparent whenever you got close or physical. He would be lying if he said it didn't appeal to him.

He would definitely call you 'big guy'.

Karl isn't very physically affectionate and not a fan of PDA. He would much prefer keeping all that in the private. This wouldn't be a big issue for you both though.

However Karl can get jealous very easily. This, again, doesn't happen very often for the two of you as you aren't one to actively socialize with the others. He'd never admit to you that he was jealous. However if he feels that one of the others is getting too friendly or doubting you he will immediately step in.

it isn't that he thinks that you can't handle yourself in discussion with them he just hates the idea that you or him will be put into suspicion.

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That's All! Thank You For Reading!

#resident evil #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #x male reader #male reader #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x reader #x reader #writing #karl heisenburg x male reader

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neversith · 8 months

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one of my only gripes about tcw series is how anakin was written by filoni and i would like everyone to know anakin acts more like his movie portrayals than That.

#& you underestimate my power ( ooc )#why did he have to make anakin a dude bro #nothing wrong with him being overemotional and unhinged #he's got bpd it's not his fault / j

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corruptedforce · 1 year

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The way some people sexualize the look on Anakin’s face when he kneels and becomes Darth Vader actually disgusts me. People in this fandom nitpick the stupidest things to judge people for, but I stick to people who glorify the result of manipulation and grooming, done to a former slave.

There are so many good Anakin gifsets that I won’t touch, because it is a disturbing scene.

The acting in that scene is phenomenal and as a Vader fan, it’s a long time coming. But, it’s not supposed to be a comfortable moment. He was in agony, horror, and was manipulated into believing this horrible person was the only one he could trust.

#tw: grooming #tw: slavery #(ooc)#V: You underestimate my power (Revenge of the Sith)#but keep judging people #for stupid shit obviously #time for another mass exodus of followers I'm sure #but that's okay #me an educated person is okay with that #my love of Anakin and analyzing everything he dealt with predates some of your birth #lol this is why I shouldn't talk on no sleep

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punishing-eden · 1 year

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The Sky Above is Falling Down...

Roland (Flambeau) x Commandant/reader

Pure impulsive writing, not beta read

Summary:

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down~

The sky above is falling down, my dear 'commmandant' ~

Tags: possible spoilers for ch. 13, character study (Ironic that I haven't done Roland's Backstory), very short fic, possible ooc, impulsive writing, mild mention of gore.

Edit: Added Author's note bc I forgot ;w;

Babylonia is falling.

A sinster smile of amusement was drawn on Roland's lip. He watched as everyone went franatic, desperate to save the 'Eden' from its grim fate.

Conflict.

Chaos.

Disarray.

The undeniable feeling of excitement ran through Roland's veins. Everything was for the Ascendants, for Luna.

He couldn't help but twirl around, reliving the moment of his performances back in the Golden Age. Humming to the music he would often hear so much, as he waltz around the control room. Ignorant, at the screams and shouts coming from the CCTV screens.

Roland held a bright smile and laughter, but he stopped, frowning on a thought. Troubled by a realisation, that you, the Commandant of Grey Raven, were on your way to foil their plan; it was one of the obstacles of this entire operation.

"Oh well~" Roland chimmed,"At this point, nothing can be done." he shrugged leisurely. Luna's plan was running accordingly, and he doubt a mere human like you could do anything to stop it. Humans have underestimated the power of Punishing.

Returning his attention back to the screen, he looked through the different cameras, watching how helpless everyone was. To him, it was like a show. Entertaining and poetic. Smiling, "and~there is our main character of the show~", he said when he spotted you in one of the screens.

Without saying anything more, Roland turned to head for the exit, for he actually felt a little bored from just watching. With a tune in mind he began to sing:

"~London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down~"

"~London bridge is falling down, my fair lady~"

You looked up and saw Roland sitting by railings above you. As he ended his little song, he stood up and bowed.

You could only swallow the lump in your thoart. Your hands slowly travel towards your belt, holding onto your gun.

"Say," Roland spoke, "what a surprise to see you all alone here, 'Commandant`?" he mocked the way your constructs addresses you.

You didn't say anything, but slowly backed away. The Ascendant hopped off the railings. His boots meet with the metal floor, waving his weapons around.

"What do you want?!" you asked, finally having the courage to speak.

Roland looked back at you and replied, "Me?" he began to approach you.

"What Luna wants, I want," he answered.

"Eden is falling, the sky is falling. All the way down to earth~" he continued, "and this time, there's nothing you could do to stop it. Quite fitting for 'London Bridge'. Heard of it before?“

You didn't reply. "Maybe, I should change the lyrics for this occasion." he added, voice hinted with a cheer.

You backed up further and Roland came up to you, leaning close to your face. The sinster smile was still plastered on his face. A genuine one.

You remained calm, holding on your gun, slowly slipping it out of the carrier.

The sound of gunshot travelled through the room. Lucia lifted her head up in alert.

Seizing the moment, you thought Roland wasn't paying attention, you fired your gun. Although Roland was able to take grasp of your wrist, he held your arm pointing at the other direction. The bullet hit the ground.

The sound rang through the communication chamber. Your constructs were at the other side of the room.

"That must be Commandant!" Lucia exclaimed. Without a moment to heasitate, the Grey Raven came rushing to your side.

Having to see three figures running towards him, Roland's smile disappeared,"Tsk," he clicked his tougne.

How unfortunate that his fun with you were to cut short.

He turned back to you, his smile returned and in a gentleman fashion, he held your jaw, pulling your face close to his, he kissed your cheek.

"And that is my farewell to you, my 'Dear Commandant', ciao~"

Lucia charged forward, she swung her blade at the Ascendant, only for Flambeau to jump back. His movements were agile and he swiftly made his exit, leaving you bewildered.

As you and your team exited the communication chamber back into the plaza, Roland oberseved from afar. Sitting by the balcony of the shopping centre, he began to hum to the tune of 'London Bridge'.

The humming soon turned into singing.

"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down~"

"The sky above is falling down~"

Roland chuckled, pausing from his song, he can see how you work with your constructs tackling the ever growing amount of corrupted. The fight was exciting, energetic and full of action.

It is the climax of the show.

He wondered, what's it like to work with a human? How does it feel to share a mind together.

He pondered on that thought, entertained by the idea; if he were to rip the inner device out of your constructs and replace his outdated ones, would it work? Would the connection between you be stronger?

A laughed escaped his lips. Roland began to sing once more. He has taken a liking on this idea.

"...the sky above is falling down, falling down, falling down~ the sky above is falling down, My dear Commandant~"

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Author's note:

Idk what did I do, but I guess pre-playable Roland has always been a coo coo clown in my head?

But, the thought of Roland singing Golden Age songs has been living in my head rent free. So, what better way to have him sing it to Commandant?

Also, I am starting to play Fake Ascension, but got confused with the layout and the paper doors with story scenes. Then the story progress told me my progress is 0???????

Someone please tell me how do I go through this chapter.😭🙏

-Lyeca

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing eden #punishing: gray raven #pgr x reader #pgr roland #one shot #Pgr Roland x reader

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lucifermeo · 2 years

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since i caught up on the canon content ive been catching up on skk fics as well and i kept getting distracted by how mori is ALWAYS so ooc in them its so?????

i do understand despite dark era & fifteen & stormbringer we still have a sizeable knowledge gap about what happened between mori, chuuya (15-22), and dazai (14-18) but theres no way you can convince me he beat dazai up or experimented(???????) on him. or that chuuya is somehow unaware of mori's "dark" mafia business (news flash: all mafia business is "dark") or mori actively harming him for no reason like theres just no way.

first of all theres literally no reason why he would touch dazai physically. mori's logic isnt always perfect because utilitarianism itself isnt perfect but he does things for a reason and what purpose would hurting dazai even serve?? mori wants dazai as his right-hand man (and arguably, eventual successor) so the thing about his manipulation was always to make dazai think theyre partners-in-crime. and dazai did, because up until mimic thats exactly what they were: they scheme and plot and reign over other people's lives, together. tbh i dont think current dazai even thinks mori "led him down a dark path" or its child abuse or whatever moral reasons, he's still mad and bitter as hell about mori simply because he feels betrayed by the man. they were supposed to be in this together, y'know?

and then theres chuuya. morally upright, kind and just and caring, chuuya. lol. dont get me wrong mori definitely doesn't tell him every single morbid details about his scheme of the day (chuuya's morals are not quite dazai's), but theres just no way chuuya gets to executive position without having his hands/knowledge in every pie of the mafia business. plus, chuuya's a very important asset to the mafia, too important for mori to discard/hamper/harm unless theres an extremely good tradeoff. i think a lot of fanon underestimated chuuya's contribution to the mafia tbh, hes not merely valued for his combat power (though he has a significant amount of it) thats akutagawa's position as head of the combat forces. chuuya was recruited at 15 and immediately trained not to fight but to manage mafia's assets and business partners (under kouyou's tutelege), and his first significant position, after only a year of joining, was handling the mafia's entire jewellery trade. even people he hung around (the flags) were among mafia's leadership ranks and candidates for executives, and then theres the fact he was dazai's partner and expected to keep up to him. hardly any of which had to do with fighting on the front lines, in contrast to akutagawa whose only value-add to the mafia, even after six years, was rashoumon. in my opinion these positions showed mori actually regards chuuya very highly (and ironically values his capabilities way more than fandom on average) so then again if there ever was a situation mori wanted to harm chuuya the payoff better be huge for it to be worth it in his eyes.

tangentially related: not excusing organised crimes or the mafia elsewhere, but in-universe the port mafia under mori has been implied to be "cleaner" than under the old boss's reign multiple times, so tbh i dont think their illicit businesses would ever be enough to cross chuuya's - extremely sketchy - moral lines. at 15 he was fighting turf wars with the pm and didnt hesitate to go the extra mile 3000m above ground just to personally hunt down an enemy, and at 16 he ran the illegal jewellery business for money laundering and his only worry was not catching up to dazai's achievements (read: crime list). we do know for sure the pm doesnt dabble in the drug trade at all (dazai outright said any member touching drugs are to be disposed of and implied he had killed subordinates before for being unclean in dark era). human trafficking & prostitution is 50/50? they do make a nasty habit of employing underaged kids and especially those with abilities but then so does the ada and the government/military (yosano? tachihara? anyone) so maybe minor labour laws in bsd-verse are just that bad. other than that just i just dont see chuuya having a problem with other mafia stuff like weapons trafficking (pretty sure the sheep did this too), arson, extortion, bribery, fraud, counterfeiting (his bestie was pianoman lol), gambling, theft, murder (again lol). i had to pull that list of mafia-related crimes off wiki lol

anyway i guess people want a villain for skk and mori's sure no good guy but theres no need to make him so ooc guys. to be frank once you make mori ooc skk themselves become ooc as well because now dazai and chuuya are ""absolved"" of their mafia crimes but look like total weak-willed idiots who do whatever the big bad mori tells them to. and wheres the appeal in those characters?

#sorry that was long #moris not an idiot nor a sadist guys #idk it just drives me crazy whenever i come upon this in fics #people can have headcanons about whatever happen in the gaps in skk history #but make it make sense??#im not talking about aus obviously but fics that take place in canon timeline #for some reason this depiction of mori is SO popular its in almost every fic that has him where did it even come from????#not canon for sure #bsd rant #i guess #bungou stray dogs #bsd skk #bsd mori #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #mori ougai #soukoku

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simpingismylive · 1 year

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~ The second, is his first choice ~

(credits go to the artist! )

~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~

tom riddle x female reader

(This isn't canon! It's my AU! It's probably ooc! )

+18

Genre: drama, thriller, fluff, comedy, smut later

Warnings: (I will write them above each chapter)

ooc, death, depression, anxiety, stalking?

About:

Beeing the best friend of the most popular girl in hufflepuff wasn't always easy. As it wasn't always easy to protect a friend from bullying or proofing the innocence of a close schoolmate. Especially difficult is it to accept the death of the own parents, which one has never known. You realised all this very early on. Yet you try to make the best out of it. And it would have worked if a surten 'Tom Riddle' hadn't cross your- THEIR path. Tom riddle, the most popular boy in all of hogwarts. He fits perfectly to sidney, the most popular girl in hufflepuff, at least everyone thought so. You too. But what if tom's eyes were always onto someone else? Someone which he called 'the only one worthy'? What if your whole live is a lie? Your friends die left and right, professors disappear and your best friend is against you? Will you ever find out why or who is behind it?

Of course. After all you're HIS nr.1! But until then you'll completly belong to him anyway. But he doesn't think... will you use your hidden power for or against him? How strong are you really? Who were you parents really? Is Lord Voldemord really is future? Can you change it?

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( I was inspired by a fanfic that I've read to write my own. Since I just started writing today, I don't know where this story will lead us, even if I have one or more plans for the plottwists. Thank you for reading & please enjoy~ )

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~ Prolog ~

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--- The door slammed shut. You just didn't understand. As you walked down the hallway your thoughts were running wild. Tears streamed down your face. You didn't know out of anger or sadness. With shaky breath you recalled the situation that just took place infront of your very own eyes:

"I can understand your curiosity. But I think you should give up your pursuing and just accept it! It's way to dangerous! You live a peacefull live, don't you think it would be better if it stays that way?", says profesor Dumbledor, who sat on his table, drinking his tea. You shook your head and gave him a serious glare, "No I can't do that! It's just not fair! How can I live peacefull live when..", you bit your lip to hold back the tears, "when... I have to find out what happened! If there is a murderer on loose then he needs to face judgement! Who knows maybe he wants me dead too?!", you hissed, slamming your hand on the table.

Dumbledor took another sip of his tea as if your outburst of emotions didn't bother him at all. "And what are you going to do then? Won't you walk directly into his arms if you search for him? It really would be the best if you just remain calm and let the past be in the past! The world will just lose another wonderfull wizard. It would be a pity...", he ended his sentence with a warning glare towards you. You couldn't believe what you just heard. The anger was slowly boiling over inside you. "I thought you would be on my side! But I believe I made a mistake! You completly underestimated me. I'm not going to die that easily! If you would excuse me... I'm leaving now!", with that you stood up and left the classroom. ---

With a sigh you sat down on a bench in the garden and looked up into the sky. Many thoughts crossed your mind. One of them was your past, back when you were really young...

~ Past ~

It was a rainy day, you sat on a huge window in the attic of the Wool's orphanage and looked outside. As long as you can think, you always have been here. Everyday you sat here, on the huge window or in the small library. You didn't really like the other children but you neither hadn't any issues with them. At least they left you be. Everyday you asked yourself the same question. Where were your parents? Why are you here? Did they abandon you? Why?

The question was faster answered than you had expected. "You want to tell me something, right?", you said as you turned around just to look at the nervous eyes of the supervisor, mrs cole. "W-What?.. Y-Yes how did you know?", she asked with a unsure glim in her eyes as she looked at the floor. 'Is she scared of me?', you asked yourself. You smiled softly, "Mrs, you're standing there since 10 minutes, starring at me. Besides you're a really nervous. What's wrong?", you asked as you inspect her body language. Mhh, it must be something terrible. She has the same body language as last week when so many horrible things happened.

"Oh.. y-yes.. I want to tell you the truth because I think you're old enough now. Can I sit next to you?", mrs cole asked as she was just about to jump into your arms. You nodded and she walked towards you, sat down next to you. "You always asked me where your parents are, do you remember? I'm sorry that I didn't want to answer this question. But you were just to young... Anyway.. do you want to know the truth about your parents?", she asked as she looked at you while playing with her hands. Clear nervous behavior. So it can only be the worst. You placed your hand on her's and gave a nod, "Please mrs cole, tell me everything that you know!", you said with expecting eyes. "You grew up here as a baby, your parents sadly died a few days after your birth. No one knows how or why it happened. A man brought you here, to the orphanage!... I'm so sorry!", mrs cole told you, her eyes geting wet, suddenly hugging you. It wasn't a suprise, you already thought that might be the case.

It's really sad. Yet you didn't feel anything. No sadness, no anger, nothing. Maybe you already had accepted it? Instead mrs cole cried for you. So you hugged her too, "Mrs you're not the one to blame. Please don't cry. It's alright. Who was the man that brought me here?", you asked curiously, like always. She let go of you just to look at you in shock but answered quickly, "I forgot his name. But he is visiting tomorrow. He wrote me a letter, he asked e to tell you the truth. He wants to visit you tomorrow. You can ask him yourself for more details tomorrow". A bright smile formed on your lips. A visitor? Finally something new! It was always so boring here, you couldn't wait!

"But... aren't you sad at all? It's okay to cry.", added mrs cole. You shoke your head and looked at her. "Thank you for telling me the truth but I already expected something like this. I'm not sad. I'm happy to get a visitor tomorrow!", you smiled and walked past her.

~ Past End ~

The memory made you laugh a bit. This was the first time you met profesor Dumbledor. You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice how a familiar voice called your name, "Hey?! Are you even listening??"

Quickly sitting up and looking in the 3 faces infront of you. "She is day dreaming again. From which boy are you dreaming mhh?~", myrtle asked, sitting down next to you on the bench. "Are you sure she wasn't bitten by a wild animal?", hagrid knealed down infront of you and looked at you worried. "What?? No!! Right?? Say something!! My poor bestii!", sidney, your best friend started to shake you a bit and hugged you from behind. You really couldn't help yourself and started to laugh. How did you end up with such chaotic friends? But you still liked them all very much!

"I'm fine! I was just lost in thought... NOT over a boy myrtle!", you answered and started to laugh even more. You just heard how all of them sighed, starting to laugh with you. "You scared me! My poor heart!", sidney whined dramaticly and cuddled you. "Yes, yes I'm very sorry bestii~", you sighed and giggled.

You took two steps back and looked sceptical at the rose. It didn't have thorns, so someone wants for you to pick it up. You took your wand and whispered a few words. The rose lighted up in a green light. So it isn't cursed. Relieved you breathed out, picked the rose up. With that you turned around and walked after your friends.

"We should go to the hall now, dinner is waiting", hagrid said and helped you stand up. Sidney stepped next to you and toke your arm, holding on to it. "Don't you have to feed Doren first?", you remind hagrid. Doren is hagrids hidden baby-dragon who lives in forbidden forest. "No... I might have.. sneaked out on noon and feed him. So he will be okay until tonight!", hagrid smiled and scratched his neck. This made you all laugh. "At least you didn't forget it this time. Poor Doren~", sidney teased him a bit. Hagrid just sighed and rolled his eyes. You looked at myrtle, she seemed quiet. Knowing what she was thinking about you held your hand towards her, "Come myrtle, you can sit with us! Take my arm!~", you said with a understanding smile. After hesitating a bit myrtle stood up and took your other arm. Hagrid walked in the front and you three behind him. "On which table should we sit today?", you asked. "Not ravemclaw! I don't wanna hear their stupid comments!", myrtle said and looked at the ground. "Hufflepuff, they are all very understanding?", sidney smiled at us. "Because they have the best example!", grinned hagrid, who walked backwarts to look at us. "Well of course! I'm always the best example! Hehe~", sidney laughed. "Hufflepuff it is then!", you added and giggled.

Your conversation was still heard far away as the sun was going down. Suddenly a creepy feeling overcame you. You let go of the others and stayed still. You felt watched. But you didn't see anyone in that slowly dawning light. One step forward, you looked around the corner. Already having your wand ready to attack. Nothing. Nobody. Just dead silence. This silence told you to run. Instead you looked down, you had stepped on something.

A black rose!

"Hey riddle! Where have you been?-", a voice was heared which was cut off.

Even after your smart thinking you failed to notice the shadow hiding behind the wall, walking into the now shining moonlight. A smirk played on his lips. As he played around with his ring, he looked after you. "A black rose, beautiful and special like you~", he whispered bevore he also walked in the same direction.

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"Out", answered tom riddle and the voices disappeared as the door from the hall closed.

(I hope you enioyed! Chapter 1 will be coming soon~ )

#tom riddle x reader #tom x reader #tom riddle x oc #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #hp x y/n #hp fanfic #hp fanfcition #harry potter fanfiction #simpingismylive

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