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t0rturedangel · 3 months

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╭ . . . 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 ੭

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ; ♰ ৎ﹕𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴

Okay, before I start- i know that hazbin hotel has a lot of good ass songs, and I want to make own little custom songs but I cant write songs for shit however I can write poetry (not well but I'm trying) so instead of writing songs for you, I'll write shitty poetry that does not rhyme. Also sorry if my depictions of love aren't good- i have literally never been in love before, and if the ending is rushed, I'm not used to writing so much in one setting

➷ ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳＳＣＥＮＥ | ＮＥＸＴＳＣＥＮＥ

There once was an Cherubim angel,

so gentle and kind,

perched upon a cloud

You sat on a cloud, smiling to yourself as you watched over all the different angels talk to each other about their duties- heaven was perfect, no- no not just perfect, heaven was a utopia. No angel can do any wrong, it is only virtue that existed upon these clouds and you were among these creatures of purity, you were one of god's creations just as all the other's were.

The clouds around you were soft, almost as if they were made of the soft silk your robes were made of, they were formed to bring comfort to any angel that came in contact with them and while all angels were already joyful, the clouds merely helped them stary from sinful thoughts.

She waited for another angel,

a Seraphim named Lucifer,

a friend, so close to her

You wondered though, were was lucifer? He was always about yet you didn't have any idea on where or how to find him. In all honesty, you found Lucifer to be amazing- his ideas, imagination, creativity bought stars to your eyes (figuratively, you had no iris or pupil- your eyes, more specifically your sclera, were a soft yellow colour with white swirls decorating them), to you his words were so brilliant, other angels couldn't even begin to speak or think the way he does.

He always came up with new ideas, new creations him, you and the other angels can create- can look after and love. You couldn't help but indulge in his chats with you- adding onto his ideas in anyway you can and while you personally thought your ideas weren't as amazing as his, to Lucifer your ideas were flawless- he always said that.

Lucifer was brilliant, he truly was- you could never understand why the other angels despised his thoughts so much.

Perhaps, the cherubim was in love,

perhaps she enjoyed Lucifer's company

much more beyond just meer friendship.

Okay, you needed to slow down- you were always thinking how great he was, maybe you didn't just like him as a friend... just maybe you liked him a bit more. Though, that way of thinking should stop soon- after all you have angelic duties to do! there is no way you can just abandon them just because you adored Lucifer....'s ideas.

You took a breath and got on your feet, spreading your wings (you had four wings, two on each side) so you could take off and start your work, however when you were jus about to begin to fly a figure rushed to you- wrapping their arms around your torso.

The seraphim appeared,

all smiles and glee

he held his friend closely

with tender, with care

Lucifer came out of no where, though his presence was welcomed warmly by you : who held him back just as tight. " Luci! " you grinned letting go of him, he had gotten there just in time- it was almost like he knew you were about to fly off, " [name]! Ha ha! how are you? " he asked holding both of your hands- a dorky smile engraved onto his face " Where have you been? I was worried " that was half-true, there was no evil (what even was evil? you didn't know, it doesn't exist not yet ) but there was a high chance that Sera was telling him off again.

" How sweet, but don't worry I'm alright cherub " he brought your hands closer to him- something that grin he held could only grow as the seconds passed by, seeming like he wanted to say something " Luci- I know that look in your eye, you've being creating again! Tell me everything ", your own smile began to grow as you squeezed his hand.

" You know me too well! Okay, so i was thinking of trying to make [ creature ], sounds cool right? well guess what else! " and with that he began to ramble about his ideas once more, with you chirping in some of your own ideas which made Lucifer sound even happier.

The two angels were at peace,

within the company of each other-

did they love each other?

would they dare say it?

You flew around with Lucifer, laughing together while yelling out some nonsense that seemed to only make sense to you and him- just you and him. Though your fun was quick to end when the two of you reached the tallest cloud in all of heaven and the two of you- both out of breath- fell onto it. " That was fun! " you chuckled, still trying to catch your breath " yeah! I loved that " was the reply, then silence fell upon the two of you. Though it wasnt awkward silence, it never was when it came to [name] and Lucifer- it was comforting and peaceful.

Though this silence was broken quickly by you. Over the last few weeks, months you were coming to understand your feelings towards the seraphim, and while you could easily deny them- to avoid them and focus of everything but that but you just couldn't, you sucked with feelings especially hiding them! and plus, how could you live if you didn't tell Luci how you felt " Luci... I " love you, those words were suddenly lodged in your throat and you couldn't let them be said- be heard why did that happen, you were sure you could say them- hell you said them before to people who you see as family!, "sorry what i meant was I- " loved you for so long now, I love you and I don't think I can ever stop loving you " loved that too- it was so fun! "

She couldn't say it,

she was too scared to tell her dear Lucifer

of her true feelings... though did he feel the same?

What was wrong with you? You couldnt say it, why? You loved Lucifer- there you admitted it in your mind but you just cant say it to him. You sighed and stared at your mirror- looking over your face, your long hair (angels all had long hair, it was one of the things that they always cared for and almost showed off)

Of course he did,

how could he not?

he loved her more than anything

she listen to his ideas, she added onto them

she never hated them, never judged.

but then, the high order formed the earth-

Adam and Lilith.

" [name? " Lucifer walked over to you, a smile on his face- though he always smiled, this smile seemed different in a way but you couldn't place your finger on it however that did not stop you from returning his smile " Luci! hey! " you grinned as he stopped just in front of you " [name]? do you know the two humans? " " Adam and Lilith? " " yes! Me and Lilith... are in love!"

...

he.. he loved the human Lilith? The one who ran from Adam (you heard of this from Sera, and while you acted disappointed you agreed with Lilith's decision of leaving Adam, you would have too), he found her and fell for her? .. how? she hasn't even existed for that long! How could you possibly fall that quick? it was impossible right?

It took you a few seconds to compose yourself so you can smile for Lucifer, though it didnt feel right " That's... brilliant Luci! I'm so happy you found love- how does it feel like? " and with that question you bared the suffering of listening to Lucifer, the one you loved, gush about Lilith, and you were almost envious of Lilith- almost hated her, you never met her and now dear god you probably don't ever want to. You had lost your Lucifer to her, though... you suppose he was never yours.

and with that,

those confessions of requited love

would forever be sealed away,

locked behind their grinning lips

though the perish of love was not their only problem.

Lucifer went too far,

he created evil through the second bride,

she bit the apple, she took the fall

and Lucifer and his love was to blame

though you would not let him be punished alone.

You too were part of this.

" No! " You screamed as you ran to the shaking Lucifer's side, almost trying to shield him from the anger of the higher order of angels. " Leave him be! He has done nothing wrong! " you defended him, still caring over your friend. Nevertheless, the angels did not listen to your words in the way you intended- they saw this as a further act of aggression from you as you also had a part to play in coursing dear Eve into biting the apple from the tree of knowledge of good or evil, you lead her to the tree, plucked the apple with Lucifer in tow and let her bite it. Now you and Lucifer were being punished, Lucifer getting the harsher side of it.

The angel was thrown to the depths,

to a world name named Hell,

where the only side of humans Lucifer was granted to see,

was the side he created.

You were also punished to fall,

tho to hell was too much they said

so you fell the half way

now for ever trapped in a dead land-

forever banished to be alone.

𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⠆ ⸺ @reverse-soe @jellibean2018 @aliazy @sugarrush-blush @littledolly2345 @immahuman @marsilis

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remnantofdespair · 2 years

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Experiments, and sacrilege in the name of public good.

#♛ . vents #☠︎ . chatting #♰ . canonmates #✞ . memories #★ . reblogs

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thereticx · 2 months

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♰Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

♰Warnings: toxicity(all characters), smoking, drinking, sexual content, cheating, home wrecking, infidelity

♰Author's Note: Geto is such a beautiful character and I desperately wanted to write about him since I have read every fic possible.

“What would your poor wife think if she saw you fucking with me?”

“You mean ex wife”

“Whatever”

He didn't remember when the chase first started. It might've been on the celebration of his fourth year as a married man or maybe–at your father's monthly dinner with family friends.

There, he first noticed the daggers his dear wife shot at you. She tried to play it cool, saying that you're only there for the show and that you're too young to understand any of the talks at the table.

Geto reassured her like always, with a kiss and a good fuck right after. He chanted over and over again ‘you’re the only one’-a truth that'll soon turn into a good for nothing lie.

“It's just in your head”

“No it's not. She's staring at you whenever we’re over at their house. I don't like her. She's bad news”

Geto chuckled, stroking her jaw with his fingers. He gently kissed her lips before lowering his hand to squeeze her naked thigh “Do you hear yourself?She's like twenty. No need to worry over a college girl”. His wife smiled, almost relieved. She wanted to believe her husband, but something deep down told her no to–that that college girl wanted what's hers–you wanted him,Geto.

The man tucked his bangs away from his face and bowed down, sucking at the delicate skin of her neck.

”Fuck,he is hot” One of your friends pointed out, zooming over the picture you just showed her. Her manicured nails danced over the screen carefully, analyzing every detail the picture showed.

”Yes, he is. Although his wife is kind of a bitch” Mumbling under your breath you continued playing with your lighter ”Why?”

You huffed, searching into your bag for something that might cool you off. The pack was almost empty even though you bought it in the morning ”Want one?” She smirked, making herself more comfortable on the kitchen counter ”Sure. Now, tell me. What is this wife of his like?”

Taking a drag of the cigarette you responded ”Insecure. She keeps watching my every move when they're over for dinner. And whenever I speak she just starts snorting” Venting to your friend about your problems wasn't exactly on your to do list. Only when your father called you asking you to make yourself busy and not attend dinner tonight, you freaked out.

”She told your father?For what?Can't she just talk to you like a normal person?”

”Apparently not. She just made my dad uninvite me to a dinner hosted by my own family” The call was a short one, your dad explaining that maybe it'll be for the best if you make yourself busy and skip this time. However, he accidentally slipped out and mentioned that Mrs. Geto did not feel comfortable around you.

”Damn. Maybe you should give her something to be really uncomfortable about”

Blowing the smoke out you put out the cigarette in the ashtray ”Maybe I should"

She was furious. Seeing you in a corner with her husband, chatting some nonsense.

”Your tattoos really suit you” He smiled at the compliment, taking another sip of his drink. Geto wasn't much of a talker, preferring the idea of just listening. Surprisingly enough, he liked talking to you. You were a good company, despite his wifes words. Perhaps you spend a little too long staring at his lips, trying to play it cool like it was nothing. However, he found himself staring at your exposed chest as well. The dress was awfully tight and maybe a little too revealing.

”What?You don't have any?” Geto asked, supporting his weight on the side of the counter.

Shaking your head you pursued ”No no, I do. Only in more private places”

”Oh”

”Unfortunately I can't show you. Your wife is already up my trail for some reason. I don't want to add fuel to the fire”

Geto bit the inside of his cheek, feeling ashamed for some reason. He fidgeted with his now empty glass without looking at you ”I don't blame her. Her husband is quite charming” You admitted while grabbing your jacket ”If you'll excuse me, I'm going for a smoke. The place is already too crowded for my liking”

Geto scanned your body as you left, the fabric of the black dress riding up as you stepped away from the room. Blinking rapidly, he moved his attention to the table where his wife was, she, sporting a look of pure anger and jealousy. He was fucked.

”Yeah-right there….” His hips buckled up faster, fucking into his wife cunt at a brutal pace.

She yelled his ear off in the car and in the lift, talking nonstop about you shamelessly flirting with him. And, to avoid another cold night on the couch he did what he always did.

”Ffuck-” He groaned, chasing the euphoric sense of release for the third time that night. Geto was tired, yet desperate to make his wife happy again. He wanted to prove himself as loyal and caring, the perfect husband who loves no one else but the one underneath him.

She clinged to his bicep, her walls squeezing him painfully. She was close, he could tell ”Give it to me” He demanded, circling his thumb over her clit, her body surrendering under the massive amount of pleasure.

When she came undone, Geto pulled out, his dick still painfully hard. Something was wrong. For the first time in years he used his hand to get rid of the erection between his legs. The water was hot, the windows becoming foggy as Geto jerked himself off. His eyes were closed, a figure coming to his mind. A figure much younger than him, a woman of twenty years of age, one that he imagined kissing, moaning his name, shaking while he held her.

You wished nothing more than the feeling of guilt to disappear. Two weeks after that conversation you had with Geto, the world seemed to shift around you. Punishing you for going after a married man. You only wanted to spite his wife, nothing more. Yes, you found Geto attractive as hell but that ring he wore put a label on him as unavailable.

Two weeks after that damned conversation, you ran onto him a few times. It was only just innocent talking and a little bit of lingering sights. You two laughed, getting along surprisingly well. Geto understood you like no other. He was patient, listening to you for hours, while the ashtray filled up with cigarettes.

He desperately wanted to taste the nicotine off your tongue and rip your clothes to see where you were inked.

”Maybe you should go. Your wife is probably going mad you're not home already”. Truth be told, you didn't want him to go. His presence started to grow on you.

Geto pressed his lips together, the ring on his bottom lip making itself noticeable to you “How can I only see your lip piercing now?”

“I have had it since I was about your age, although my wife is not very fond of it. Says it's past my time”

You chuckled softly. Was his wife blind? He looked perfect. With long black hair, gorgeous dark eyes and those lips with that piercing. Geto was utterly dreamy “She's wrong. It suits you. You look…hot”

Now it was his turn to laugh. He ran his hand through his hair, silky strands falling on his broad shoulders. Geto felt a strange sense of warmth, more like a desire–that's how he knew it was time to leave.

He quickly got in the car, sparring you no glance as he drove off. Was it wrong to openly admit that he was attractive? Was that the reason why he ran away? Next time you'd think twice before doing something like that again.

You cleaned up after you two and entered the house. No one was there beside you. The rooms were all dark, a pregnant silence engulfing the whole place. This way you liked it better-when it was just you with your thoughts, no one to question you or distract you.

No, your family was by no means a source of annoyance-you just grew to love being all by yourself or..used to.

I should apologize

And that's what you did as soon as you saw him again.

After a rough and tiring day of classes and assignments you decided to treat yourself and go shopping. Who knows?You might be lucky.

Seeing Geto walk around the shop, almost lost, made you sympathetic, so you approached him with a smile. He was looking at some dresses, inspecting them carefully ”What's the occasion?”

He licked his bottom lip and said ”On Sunday we're having a party. It's my wife's birthday . I wanna treat her with something”.

For some unknown reason, your heart became heavy. You hated how much he cared about her. How he was always trying to make her happy and accomplished. It's honestly a pity how she treated him till this very moment.

That bitch doesn't deserve him

”I have some kind of experience in this department. I can help you if you want”

”Thank you”

Two hours later and you were still shopping, only at a different store. You showed him some good examples, dresses that were sexy and yet simple. If it were you–the more the better.

”What about this one?” You showed him a long dress with a slit and the perfect cleavage cut. It was a darker shade of red, almost a wine color–a seductive one.

He scanned the piece for a moment before touching the material ”I think this is it. Will it fit her?”

”I can try it on if you don't mind. We are quite similar in size….I think” You were hopeful that he'll agree. It's only a dress after all. You weren't trying to impress him–no. Definitely not.

Geto looked hesitant but still, he really wanted the dress to fit. This could help ”Yeah.Sure.Ill wait on the couch”

You were excited, entering the changing room as fast as you could.

”So, what do you think?” You asked, sitting there, in front of him. He looked up from his phone and his eyes fixated on your pretty figure. The dress was almost like a second skin, resting on your body effortlessly. Geto didn't even realize he was staring at you before you pointed it out ”Geto, what's the verdict?”

The man stood up and got closer to you, closer than usual ”You are beautiful–I mean it's beautiful..Yeah”

His words made you blush ”Actually it's kinda tight here–”You gestured to your chest ”But I don't think it will be a problem for her” Geto nodded before taking his wallet out.

”It was a pain to zip it up. Can you help me?” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, taking his hand in yours. He bit the inside of his cheek and allowed to be dragged into the dressing room by you.

Staring in the mirror, you felt his fingers unzip the dress with no effort, his fingers lingering on your back a bit more ”You think you're smart. Don't you?” He smirked, grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against his chest ”Finding this lame excuse only to be undressed by me. Desperate girl” Geto kissed your shoulder, dragging the fabric further down with no warning.

Your chest was exposed, along with a small piece of ink under your left breast ”And that's one..” He whispered, folding your tits, while he dropped the dress to the floor.

You saw him lower his hand, tracing your belly, to your pelvis where the second tattoo was revealed and then pressed on your clothed core.

You sucked in a breath when Geto dragged your panties down until they rested around your thighs ”I don't want to hear a sound from you or you're not getting dicked down”

He sank three of his fingers in your cunt, the stretch making your legs quiver. The ache was painful as he didn't have the patience to prep you before. Geto started to finger you rapidly, pushing your body towards the mirror, your breasts getting mushed. You tried to control your moans, truly but something about the way he moved his digits made you lose your mind. A broken moan escaped your lips and as soon as it did, Geto pulled out ”What did I tell you? Gues you'll have to cum by yourself”

”B-but you can't leave me like this. Im sorry-”

He exhaled before getting down on his knees ”Spread your legs”

God…he was disgusting

What a beautiful sight that was….with you on his bed–in the same bed he shared countless nights with his wife. How is he gonna fix this?

You shifted on the bed, your face hiding in the pillow. Geto, no matter how much guilt stabbed at his conscience, he couldn't resist but to place his cold lips on your naked back, breathing for a short second the scent of the woman who now was all he thought about.

”Its cold”

Geto smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with your hair ”Hmmm..” He sneaked his arm around your waist, holding you close to his chest. The butterflies in his chest made him uneasy. Geto had no intention to screw around with you, definitely not to catch feelings for you either. But it happened.

”She's gonna be home in an hour. I think it's best if you go” His words struck you directly in the heart. Although you were aware of the place you found yourself having sex and with who–you still dreamed of a possibility that it was you who bore his last name, not her. Yet, you were the intruder, the homewrecker, the bitch, the whore who chose to destroy a happy marriage and to fuck the husband of another woman.

Geto's wet kiss on your jaw brought you back from dreamland ”C'mon. I'll help you”

You pulled away from him and got up ”No need. I can handle it”

”Don't get mad. What do you want me to do?”

”For starters, you could stop treating me like a simple hook up that you just send home after” You argued, angrily putting back your clothes. He stayed there, stunned, contemplating what to say next.

He grabbed you by the hips and glued his lips to your tattoo ”You are not a hookup. I'm sorry if that came out wrong. But she can't catch us like this. She's still my wife”

Tears started to gather in your waterline, avoiding his touch you put on your jacket and grabbed your phone ”She is your wife…Yeah right. And what am I exactly?To you?!”

”My love”

”Well, it doesn't feel like it”

Three weeks and you still avoided him. No text, no calls, nothing. The fight you had with Geto left you with no choice but to reflect on your relationship–if you can call it that.

Six months of sneaking around, of lies, and hot showers where you would aggressively rub at your skin until red painful marks would be visible. You needed to be cleansed of your sin and you needed closure.

The water had long got cold in the tub. The wine bottle was almost empty as you poured another glass. Your eyes were puffy and your skin had wrinkled.

A mess..that's what you were. A mess you created

The number was already dialed, you only had to press the call button.

”Take it like a good girl” He groaned, pinning her down.

His wife held onto him for dear life as he fucked his dick into her cunt relentlessly . She knew something was bothering him but the way he expressed this anger did not annoy her at all. She enjoyed it.

”Baby baby–faster please” She moaned, meeting his harsh thrusts. Geto manhandled her as he pleased. Smashing her face in the pillow–the same one you last rested.

His hair tickled his hip bones as the black strands got longer and longer ”Fucking greedy–” The heat was unbearable, his orgasm approaching. Geto emptied himself inside his wife, allowing himself a few until he calmed down.

She felt him pull out, his cum dripping down her thighs. She turned around to face him, her belly barely noticeable ”What's bothering you?”

”Nothing” He stroked her cheek ”It's nothing”.

”You sure?” She pressed on.

Geto let out a fake laugh, his fingers grazing her tummy ”Hope I didn't disturb the little one”

She reached up for him, settling on his lap, locking her lips with his in a wet kiss ”You were quite rough–I love it”

As they kept on kissing, swirling their tongues together her phone rang ”Don't pull away”

She smirked before leaning back to get her phone ”I'll cut them short”

”Yes?”

The world went dull, quiet. The wine was spilled on the bathroom floor, mixing with the bubbled water.

Your head was thrown back, your eyes closed, smiling to yourself as you listened to the screams on the other side.

What a beautiful mess you created.

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rosiemarieyn · 24 days

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Silence

pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: He only cared about himself, leaving you to rot away.

Genre: Darkfic (?), angst

Word count: 1.9k

Note: Ultraviolence is effecting my life negatively but i can't seem to let go.

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He loved his women weak, thin, and obedient.

You would be considered none of those things before you met Thomas. Tired, deadly sick, he was the reason. Having to worry about his well-being so much you forgot who you were.

No, he didn't care about your condition, in his eyes you were perfect…Weak, thin, and obedient.

Watching him sip his whisky, chatting with his family. He didn't care, of course, he didn't. He's Thomas Fucking Shelby for fucks sake.

Why must I suffer with all the damage he has caused me throughout the entirety of this relationship while he gets to be content and the bigger person?

After the family dinner, you guys left as soon as possible while the others stayed to chat around and drink. You walked with cautious steps while he hurried in the driver's seat. Not even opening the door for me? Such a gentleman. You made yourself comfortable in the passenger's seat, sitting extremely close to the door that if it opened out of the blue you'd be dragged out of the car and broke your bones.

Watching the trees pass by made you the tiniest bit of happy till you noticed his intense glare from the window's reflection.

"Quit staring outside, it's nothing you haven't seen before." And just like that he was back to driving.

You being yourself, couldn't keep up with his antics anymore.

"You know, it's funny you say that. Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue-" "Oh don't start now. I'm sick of you being optimistic all the damn time!!"

Silence.

"I'm not well…"

"What are you talking about? You look perfectly fine to me-"

"TO YOU!…to you only. You know Thomas, you…you make me weak, you're the reason why I'm so…broken."

Silence.

Now it was his turn to be shocked. He was just about to start yelling before you decided to interfere.

"You, Thomas Shelby, are unfixable. All you do is make people around you feel worse, you're one neglectful lover."

The drive back home was silent. Too silent. You were crumbling silently.

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ultrone · 1 year

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🫀 ♰ ┈ motion sickness. vampire amber freeman

🎧 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 decode by paramore | 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸

synopsis. you and your girlfriend attend a party with the intention of having a good time, but unexpectedly encounter an attack by Ghostface. Will Amber choose to let you go, or will she sacrifice your humanity to protect you from danger?

vampire amber headcanon // requested by @geico-insuranc

cw. angst, stabbing, blood, mentions of violence, fluff.

wc. 5.1k

The Friday afternoon sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the suburban streets as you and Amber left school together. With backpacks slung over your shoulders, you made your way to Amber's house, chatting and laughing as you walked. But for a moment, you noticed that Amber looked a little pale and tired. You turned to her and asked, "Hey, are you feeling alright? You look a little drained."

Amber gave you a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all."

You didn't want to push the issue, but you couldn't help but worry about her. You knew that being a vampire wasn't easy, and you wanted to make sure that she was taking care of herself. So, you decided to bring up something that had been on your mind for a while.

"Amber, I know we've talked about this before, but if you ever need to, you know, feed on me... I'm okay with it," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Plus, it's like donating blood at a hospital, right?" You quipped, trying to persuade her.

Amber's expression softened, but she shook her head. "I appreciate the offer, babe, but we've talked about this already. I don't want to risk liking it too much."

You understood where she was coming from. Amber had told you that your blood was different from others, that it smelled incredibly sweet to her, and that she had trouble controlling herself around it. She had even given you a special ring to wear that dampened the smell a bit, not only because of her, but she was afraid that other vampires might target you due to its unique scent.

You nodded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "Okay, I understand. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help, alright?"

Amber gave you a grateful smile and leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the lips. "Thanks, you're the best."

As you arrived at Amber's house, you walked inside and were greeted by the warm aroma of home-cooked food wafting from the kitchen. Amber's mother was standing at the counter, chopping vegetables, and she looked up to see you both enter. With a bright smile, she asked, "Hey, you two! How was school today?"

You responded with a polite greeting and chatted with her for a moment before making your way up to Amber's room. The staircase leading up was old and creaky, but it added to the charm of the house. As you ascended the stairs, you could hear the sound of Amber's mother bustling about downstairs, pots and pans clanking together as she prepared dinner.

Amber had previously explained to you that as long as vampires consumed a regular supply of blood, their bodies functioned like those of humans. This meant that the dinner her mother was preparing was no different from what any other family would eat. However, if vampires went for a prolonged period without drinking blood, they could become lethargic and weak. In some cases, vampires could even become "ripper" vampires, which caused them to lose control and become excessively violent in their thirst for blood. As long as they maintained their blood intake, though, vampires could live normal lives, eating, sleeping, and drinking just like humans without any issues.

Once you reached Amber's room, you closed the door behind you and collapsed onto her bed, letting out a sigh. The walls were covered in posters of bands and TV shows that you knew she loved, and her bed was piled high with cozy blankets and pillows.

Once you were settled in, you started flipping through the options on Netflix before finally deciding on Twilight, causing Amber to roll her eyes at you.

"Really, Twilight?" Amber chuckled, her fangs glinting in the dim light of the room. "You know, just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I want to watch vampire movies all the time," she teased, nudging you with her elbow.

You chuckled, "Well, excuse me for trying to be on theme."

As the movie played, you snuggled close to her, resting your head on her chest. Amber's fingers started to caress your back, sending a warm and soothing sensation through your body. The soft hum of her voice as she talked about the movie and the feeling of her body pressing against yours was all you needed to feel content.

As the credits rolled, Amber turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, I heard Liv is throwing a party tonight. You wanna go?"

"Sure, that sounds like fun," you replied, grinning at her. "But can we just stay like this for a little while longer?" You were in no rush to leave her embrace.

Amber smiled, pulling you closer to her and wrapping her arms around you. You snuggled into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her body mixed with the coolness of her touch, making you feel like you were in perfect balance. "I could stay like this forever," Amber whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You closed your eyes, feeling completely content in her arms. The two of you stayed like that for a few more minutes, enjoying the peace and quiet of each other's company.

Eventually, you reluctantly pulled away, sitting up and stretching. "Alright, let's go," you said with a smile, stretching your arms over your head. "Let me grab my jacket and we can head out."

Amber nodded, a playful grin on her face as she stood up from the bed. "I'll meet you downstairs," she said, making her way out of the room. You quickly grabbed your jacket and followed her, making your way down to the living room where Amber's mom was now sitting. "We're heading out to Liv's party, Mrs. Freeman," you said, giving her a smile.

"Alright, you two have fun," she replied with a smile, waving goodbye as you both made your way out the door.

As you walked a few blocks to Liv's house, you and Amber held hands, enjoying the cool evening breeze. The neighborhood was quiet and peaceful, with only the occasional car passing by.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed with an alert. You pulled it out to see a notification from the news app about a new killing from Ghostface. Your heart sank as you read the details. The body had been found just an hour ago outside of a bar not too far from where you were.

"Another one," you muttered to Amber, showing her the notification on your phone.

Amber's expression turned serious as she looked at the screen. "Do you think it could be someone we know?"

"I don't know," you replied, feeling a sense of unease creeping up on you. "But it's just scary to think that there's someone out there doing this."

Amber squeezed your hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, I won't let anything or anybody hurt you," she said, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your eyebrow.

As you smiled at Amber, thanking her for her words of comfort, you both continued to walk towards Liv's house. The soft, warm glow of the streetlights illuminated your path, casting long shadows behind you. Finally, you arrived at your destination, Liv's spacious two-story home with its sprawling backyard.

The lively sounds of laughter and music spilled out from within, letting you know that the party was already in full swing.

As you walked in, you noticed that the living room was already packed with people of all shapes and sizes, some of them familiar faces from school and others complete strangers. As you and Amber pushed your way through the crowd, the sound of music blaring from the speakers drowned out any chance of conversation, and the smell of pizza and alcohol filled your nostrils.

You quickly scanned the room for any sign of someone you knew, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sheer number of people in attendance. But then, a familiar face caught your eye. It was Tara waving at you from across the room.

"Hey, guys! What’s up?” Tara shouted over the music as she made her way towards you both.

"This place is crazy," you replied, trying to shout loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Yeah, it's a bit of a madhouse. But it's Friday night, what do you expect?" Tara said, grinning.

As Tara led you towards the kitchen, you could hear the sound of music and laughter growing louder. As you approached, the sight of your tipsy friends made you smile. Chad caught your eye and you playfully wrapped your arm around his shoulder.

"Hey man, you started the party without me?" you joked, giving him a nudge.

Chad turned to you with a goofy grin. "What can I say? I couldn't resist the siren call of the tequila," he replied, his words slightly slurred. He then grabbed a bottle of tequila and started mixing it with some soda and gummy candies, creating a colorful and fruity concoction.

"This is my latest creation," Chad announced, holding up his drink for you and Amber to see. "I call it the 'Chad-a-rita.' It's sweet and tangy, with a little kick of tequila," he explained, handing each of you a cup.

"Chad-a-rita? Really?" Amber chuckled, teasing him about the name.

"Hey, it's catchy," he said, winking at the both of you.

You took a sip, and the taste of tequila hit you immediately, but it was quickly followed by a burst of sweetness. The gummy candies gave the drink a fun and playful twist, and you were pleasantly surprised by how well it worked. "Shit, this is pretty good, Chad," you said, taking another sip.

Amber, on the other hand, took a small sip and made a face. "It's too sweet," she said bluntly. "But it's a creative idea, Chad," she added, trying to be polite.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Amber's bluntness. Her straightforwardness was one of the things you loved about her, even if it sometimes caught you off guard. You laughed and nudged her playfully.

"Oh Amber, you always know how to make a guy feel good about his drink-making skills," he teased, taking a playful sip of his own concoction.

As you sipped on your drink, you caught Wes's eye from across the kitchen. The two of you had been best friends since childhood, and even though you didn’t have many classes together this semester, you still made time to catch up whenever you could. You were always excited to see him, and tonight was no exception.

The moment Wes noticed you were there, he grinned and made his way towards you. "Hey, you made it!" he said as he reached you and gave you a bear hug.

"Of course, wouldn't miss it," you replied, returning the hug.

Wes then turned to Amber and gave her a nod of acknowledgement, "Hey Amber, how's it going?"

Amber smiled and replied, "Good, thanks."

You and Wes then caught up on what you'd both been up to since you last saw each other. It had been a few weeks, but it felt like much longer. Between school and spending time with Amber since you started dating, you hadn't had a chance to hang out with Wes as much as you used to. But as you talked, it felt like no time had passed at all.

As you chatted with Wes, Mindy suddenly piped up from behind you, her eyes glued to her phone screen. "Guys, I just got a notification on my phone that a body was found at a bar a few blocks away," she said, her voice filled with excitement and concern.

You nodded, realizing that you had received the same notification on your phone about half an hour ago. "Yeah, I saw that too," you said, feeling a bit tense.

"Wait, what?!" Tara exclaimed, "I didn't get any notification on my phone."

"I just checked mine too, and I got it," Wes added, his eyes widening.

Mindy started speculating about who the murderer could be. "Sam is still the main suspect on my list," she said with a determined look in her eyes.

Tara rolled her eyes, "Mindy, you always think it's Sam. Maybe it's that Richie guy from Mr. Prescott's class. He's kind of a weirdo, I don't trust him."

Wes nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and didn't he always seem to have a thing for Sam?"

Liv chimed in, "Or maybe it's someone completely unrelated to our lives. The killer could be a complete stranger to us." The three of them continued to discuss different theories and possible suspects, trying to piece together the clues.

Chad couldn't resist adding to the conversation. "Who knows, maybe the killer is right here at the party. After all, that bar isn't too far from here, right?" he said with a mischievous grin, trying to spook everyone.

Everyone laughed, but you couldn't help feeling a bit tense. Sensing your turmoil, Amber spoke up, "Thanks for putting our minds at ease, Chad," trying to dissipate the tension in the air. Her words were a clear attempt to lighten the mood, and you appreciated the gesture.

As Amber made her sarcastic comment, you found yourself grinning, feeling the tension dissipate. Mindy's fixation on catching Ghostface had always been both amusing and slightly unnerving to you. "Yeah, Mindy's probably already created a whole crime board with pictures and a red string linking everyone together," you joked, earning a few chuckles from the group.

Mindy rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "Hey, you guys can laugh all you want, but when I catch Ghostface, you'll be thanking me," she said, with a determined look on her face.

Chad chuckled, "Okay, okay, enough ghost talk for now. Let's lighten up the mood, shall we? Anyone up for a game of beer pong?" he said, grinning mischievously.

Everyone seemed to perk up at the idea, and before you knew it, you were all making your way to the living room, ready for a round of the classic party game.

As you passed through the hallway, you noticed the eerie darkness outside, and shuddered. It felt like the perfect setting for a horror movie, but you shook off the feeling and focused on the game ahead. As you set up the cups and arranged the teams, you noticed that there weren't enough beers to fill them all. "Hey guys, we're running low on beers here," you said, looking around at the group.

"I have some more packs in a shed outside," Liv said, standing up. "I can go grab them."

"I'll come with you," you said, feeling a bit tipsy already from Chad's potent drink and wanting some fresh air.

Before leaving, you turned to Amber and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll be back in a bit," you said, smiling at her before following Liv through the hallway towards the back door.

As you and Liv walked towards your destination, a drunken douchebag suddenly jumped over a table in an attempt to show off. The table couldn't handle his weight and broke under him. "What the fuck, dude?" Liv yelled, clearly annoyed at the sight of the broken table.

Liv then turned to you and asked, "Hey, do you mind going to get the beers from the shed while I clean up this mess? My parents are coming home tomorrow at noon, and I don't want them to see this." She explained, her tone still tinged with irritation. Though you felt somewhat apprehensive about going out alone, you agreed and made your way outside.

As you stepped out into the cool night air, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. The house was situated in a secluded area, and the darkness added to its eeriness. You quickly made your way to the shed, and fortunately, Liv had left the light on for you. As you rummaged through the beer packs, you heard some rustling in the nearby bushes, which made you jump.

Cautiously, you peeked around the corner and spotted a group of teenagers walking down the street, laughing and shouting. You breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the beers before heading outside.

As you were leaving the shed with the beer, you heard a rustling noise once again. Initially, you felt apprehensive, but then you thought to yourself that it was probably the same group of teenagers from before. However, before you could dismiss it entirely, you heard a voice call out, "Hey, Y/n." The voice made you jump, and you quickly turned around to face the source of the sound.

To your shock, it was Ghostface. You dropped the beers, and they shattered on the ground. "You gotta be shitting me," you thought to yourself, your heart pounding in your chest.

Ghostface chuckled sarcastically, "Oh, what's wrong, Y/n? Did I scare you?" Their tone was smug, and they took a step closer to you. You tried to back away, but before you could, they were already on top of you, ready to attack.

Your body tensed up, and you felt a surge of fear wash over you. You tried to fight back, but Ghostface was too strong. You struggled, but it was no use. You were trapped.

As Ghostface held you down, their cold breath lingered against your face. "I've been waiting for so long, Y/n," they whispered, his voice filled with malice. "But that Freeman bitch is always too close to you, and I couldn't find the right moment... until now."

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. Why was Ghostface attacking you? What did he want?

Suddenly, they pulled out a knife and began to stab you repeatedly. You tried to scream, but their hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries for help. You struggled to break free, but Ghostface's grip only tightened, making it impossible for you to move.

The pain was unbearable, and you could feel the blood seeping out of your wounds. You tried to fight back with all your might, but it was no use. Ghostface was too strong, and they seemed to be enjoying every moment of your agony.

As the world around you began to fade, you realized with horror that this was the end.

Amber started to worry as Liv and you were taking too long. She sensed that something was off and she didn’t like it, so she decided to go take a look. As she was walking towards the back, she saw Liv in the middle of the hallway scolding some guy. Amber quickly approached her and asked where you were.

Liv explained what had happened, and Amber's expression turned from concern to anger. "You sent her out there alone while there's a killer on the loose? What the fuck, Liv?" she exclaimed, looking at her with disgust. Without waiting for a response, Amber rushed outside to look for you.

As Amber stepped out into the cool night air, she called out your name. There was no answer, just an eerie silence that sent shivers down her spine. She felt her heart racing with fear as she walked around the dark yard, searching for any signs of you.

And then she saw you, lying on the ground, covered in blood. "Oh, my God," she gasped, Amber's heart sank as she rushed over to you, frantically checking for a pulse. She felt relieved when she found one, but the sight of your wounds made her feel sick to her stomach.

As she pulled out her phone to dial 911, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The sight of all the blood on you started to weigh on her, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded. She tried to ignore it, but the hunger pangs became more intense with every passing moment.

Amber knew that she needed to stay focused and keep her mind on the task at hand, but the mouthwatering scent of your blood was overpowering. She felt a primal urge to sink her fangs into your neck and drain you dry, but she knew that would only make things worse.

Instead, she forced herself to stay by your side, using every ounce of her willpower to resist the temptation.

As Amber looked at you lying on the ground, she knew that time was of the essence, and that he couldn't afford to wait for an ambulance. She quickly thought about using her abilities to get you to the hospital faster. She carefully picked you up in her arms, feeling the weight of your body against hers.

With a burst of supernatural speed, Amber dashed through the woods, weaving in and out of the trees and undergrowth. She tried to keep a steady pace, but her hunger was starting to get the better of her.

Halfway to the hospital, Amber began to hear your heartbeat slowing down. She knew that time was running out, and she had to get you there quickly.

With a renewed sense of urgency, she poured all her strength into her legs and sprinted towards the hospital, carrying you as gently as she could. But despite her best efforts, your heartbeats continued to slow down until they were almost imperceptible.

Amber could feel the panic rising inside her. She didn't know if she would make it in time to save you. But she refused to give up hope, and she pushed herself even harder, running faster and faster towards the hospital.

As she ran, she was so focused on getting to her destination and suppressing her hunger that she didn't notice your heartbeats had stopped. It wasn't until she felt your weight go limp in her arms that she realized what had happened. She stopped in her tracks and dropped you to the ground. She cradled you in her arms, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with you not to leave her.

"No, no, no, babe, don't do this to me," she cried, holding you tightly. She didn't want to turn you into a vampire, but she knew it was the only way to save you. The thought of taking away your mortality frustrated her, but she couldn't bear the thought of living without you. You were the most important thing in her life, and she couldn't imagine going on without you.

As she cradled you in her arms, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't help but feel selfish for making this decision on her own. She knew it wasn't fair to you, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing you forever. She held you tighter, trying to will your heart to start beating again, but deep down, she knew it was too late. The only way to save you now, her only hope, was to turn you into a vampire.

With tears in her eyes, she softly held your neck and leaned in to bite, feeling the warm rush of your sweet blood fill her mouth. The temptation was almost too much for her to handle, but she pushed through, knowing that your life depended on it.

After she had drank enough, she bit into her own wrist and held it to your mouth, letting the blood flow into your throat. She hoped and prayed that you would survive the transformation and that you would forgive her for what she had done.

As you started to stir, she held you even closer, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety wash over her. She knew that being a vampire would change everything for both of you, but she was willing to face whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as it meant that you would still be by her side.

As you began to regain consciousness, you felt a searing pain in your throat and your vision was blurred. Amber looked at you with a mix of relief and guilt. "I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I couldn't let you go," she explained. You attempted to speak, but your throat was dry and sore. "Don't talk, you need to rest," she said softly while gently stroking your hair.

You slowly sat up, feeling weak but oddly rejuvenated at the same time. "What happened to me? What did you do?" you inquired, looking at Amber in confusion.

"I turned you into a vampire to save you," she replied, her eyes brimming with concern.

You experienced a wave of emotions — shock, confusion, fear, and a peculiar thrill. "I'm a vampire now?" you uttered, still grappling to come to terms with the situation.

Amber nodded, "Yes, but it won't be easy. There's much for you to learn, and I'll be there every step of the way. I promise you."

As your senses gradually returned, you sensed a curious feeling, like a surge of vitality coursing through your veins. You were still disoriented and dizzy, but you knew something had changed, although you couldn't quite put your finger on it. You attempted to concentrate on your surroundings, and then you realized where you were: deep in the woods, surrounded by trees and shrubs, and covered in blood.

You looked up, and there was Amber, standing in front of you, sweaty and bloody, holding out her wrist. "Drink," she said, her voice gentle but urgent. You hesitated at first, feeling a mix of fear and uncertainty, but you trusted her, and you knew that she was the only one who could help you.

So you took her wrist in your hand, feeling the warmth of her blood against your skin, and brought it to your mouth. The taste was unlike anything you had ever experienced before: sweet and rich, with a metallic tang that sent shivers down your spine. You drank hungrily, feeling the liquid coursing through your body, filling you with a renewed sense of energy and exuberance.

As you drank, you felt your body changing, transforming into something new and unfamiliar. You felt stronger, faster, and more alive than ever before. You felt like you could run for miles without getting tired, like you could jump higher than the tallest tree in the forest. And yet, at the same time, you felt strangely empty, like something vital had been taken away from you.

When you were done, you looked up at Amber, and you could see the concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing. You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around everything that had happened. You were alive, yes, but at what cost? You were now a vampire, like Amber, and that meant giving up your old life, your friends, your family, everything.

But in that moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was Amber, and the bond that you now shared. You took her in your arms, holding her tightly, feeling her warmth against your chest. You knew that things would never be the same again, but somehow, that was okay. You had each other, and that was all that mattered.

As Amber looked at you with tears in her eyes, she said, "I'm so sorry, baby. I had no other choice." She placed a hand on your cheek and wiped away a drop of blood. "But you're going to be okay now, I promise. I love you so much." Your heart swelled with emotion, and you managed to rasp, "I love you too." She leaned in and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead before scooping you up in her arms.

As she carried you through the woods, you felt dizzy and tired once again, but at the same time, you felt foreign. The world around you seemed to be sharper and more vibrant, and you could hear things that you never noticed before. You could even feel the pulse of the earth beneath your feet.

Amber's voice pulled you back to reality. "We're here," she said, entering her room through the window. She brought you inside and laid you on her bed, then went to her bathroom to run a bath for you.

As you lay there, you tried to piece together what had happened. You remembered being attacked by Ghostface, and then the sensation of Amber's teeth sinking into your neck. You felt a sense of fear and confusion, but at the same time, you felt a deep sense of love and comfort emanating from Amber.

When Amber returned, you noticed that she had changed and cleaned up. She helped you sit up, guided you to the bathroom, and gave you a warm bath, carefully washing away the blood from your body.

As she started to gently tend to your wounds, she reassured you, "You'll be sore for a while, but you'll heal quickly."

You gazed at her with a mix of love and admiration as she tended to your wounds, her hands moving with skilled precision. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Amber smiled at you warmly. "Anything for you, my love," she said softly.

As she finished tending to your wounds, she helped you dry off and get dressed. You were still feeling weak and tired, but you knew you were in good hands with your girlfriend. She led you to her bed and helped you lie down, pulling the covers up to your chin.

"You rest now," she said, her voice soothing. "I'll be here if you need anything."

You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling a sense of relief and safety wash over you. You knew that Amber would always be there for you, no matter what. And with that thought in your mind, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

As Amber saw you drifting into sleep, her mind was still racing with anger and determination to find the person responsible for attacking you. She went back into the bathroom and picked up your dirty clothes, inhaling deeply. Her nostrils flared with anger as she instantly recognized the scent of the person who had attacked you. But she pushed the thoughts of vengeance aside for now, knowing that taking care of you was the priority.

Amber carefully folded your dirty clothes and placed them in a plastic bag before returning to the bed. She crawled under the covers next to you, holding you tightly and giving you a gentle kiss on the eyebrow. "I'm sorry this happened to you," she whispered. "But I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of your body against hers. The events of the night had left her emotionally drained, but she couldn't bear to be away from you. She murmured softly as she drifted off to sleep, her arms wrapped protectively around you.

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MUNDANE!!

♰ | Apr.17th.2023 | —K |

♰ | Epel Felmier | Gn!Reader

♰ | Synopsis: This is your life with him. It's utter bliss.

His hands do so much for you...

Light-blue eyes focused solely on your face, dancing across your skin, drinking in your features, forgetting about the multiple papers scattered across the old wooden hand carved table, a old wedding gift passed down generation to generation. That now rests in your dining room with a wobbly leg that needs to be replaced, yet always brushed off until the table tilts and knocks over his morning apple tasted coffee. A old table covered in scratches and cuts, yet hidden beneath both you and his work.

His hands gently cup your face, thumbs slowly dragging along the fullness of your cheeks, dragging along your nose and lips that taste slightly sweet. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you smile. Watching his eyes practically light up at the subtle motion, he fights back a widening grin, yet his sun redden cheeks flush with subtle color.

No matter how many times you sit in front of him, facing each other as your knees touch, as you gently press your palms against the back of his hands. No matter how many evenings after a long day of picking apples and managing the numerous jobs that come with running an apple orchard. From fighting off pesky crows or nosy children hungry for ripe fruit. It's a mundane life. One of routine yet freedom.

You watch his lips curl upwards, his nose slowly rubbing against yours. Earning a soft laugh, as he promises the entirety of your and his lifetime to this. To this simplicity.

From busy hot days, to carrying heavy apple crates, that he demands he carries, or chatting with neighboring farmers, sharing their fresh vegetables for a delicious apple pie.

To simply ending the day by sitting on the porch and watching the sunset. With mugs of tea. Or coffee. Or of whatever it is you fancy, growing cold and forgotten as you sit in silence. Comfortable silence. While he holds your hand in his tight, silently promising that this and yet to come, would be alright, and that he'd be here for you. Always.

He do so much for you...

Holding his hands, your fingers grazing over his knuckles and you pull them from your face. Squeezing them tightly, before pressing your lips against his skin. His hands littered in the tiniest scars from working, from splinters to accident cutting himself with a knife cause of his impatient, that he simply laughed as you rinsed his hand under cool water. Hands that have changed from his school years, hands that he feels slight shame for. Hands that you love and kiss, that has him sucking in a breath.

"..."

His voice above a whisper as he stares at you with wide eyes. No matter how old he grows, he's never once lost his pretty features, his long lashes and pink lips. Light-blue eyes that never change, that's filled with such love and adoration. With admiration. And as you pull away, entwining his hands in yours and pressing them against your knees, your eyes lock onto Epel's.

I love you...

It's like a whisper of wind, one that makes you laugh as flurry of kisses graze your face. Laughing between each kiss, practically lunging onto you, forcing you further into the back of the dining chair, still clinging onto your hands. While a silver ring band, bumps against yours.

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yourdarlingness · 6 months

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（ 02 ）　Most of the time, I refer myself in 3rd person, and sometimes may use we/us. But I'm a singlet!

（ 03 ）　I also use a typing quirk, I'll drop it whenever and if asked, including talking in 3rd person

　　·　my typing quirk consist of adding double spaces, and using squiggly line ( ~ ) instead of dash ( - )

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t0rturedangel · 3 months

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hiii!!! i'm the same person who sent the ask regarding jekyll and i LOVED it! im honored to be the first asker and i might fill more - so if it's alright, may i request jekyll and/or hyde with an innocent yet motherly!darling who worries for their wellbeing, even going as far as gently scolding them and making them feel relaxed every once in a while.

take your time and take care!! xoxo

╭ . . . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ੭

𝐃𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋 / 𝐌𝐑. 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ♰ ৎ﹕𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯 (𝘩𝘤𝘴)

YAYYY ANOTHER JEKYLL & HYDE REQUEST, I'm honestly in love with the book and game so I'm sooooo happy you came and requested more!! :D I hope you like this

𝘩𝘤𝘴 ~ 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋

✧⠀⨾ Despite never saying it, Jekyll adores you and values you a lot- like more than he cares for Utterson and Lanyon- and thats saying a lot since he knows the two very close

✧⠀⨾ he loves it whenever you visit, because you take the time out of your day to make sure he is doing well, even helping the servants make some tea for him and clean up a bit after- for some reason Jekyll loves your tea more than anyone else's, you make it so perfectly

✧⠀⨾ he also tends to try and not cause as many mistakes as he usually would while you're there- whether it be via experiments that he maybe burnt himself with or just casually bumping into things, you'll always be at his side right after and be scolding him while patching him up as well

Currently, you were sitting by the side of Jekyll- who has managed to mix up the wrong amount of chemicals needed for one of his recent experiments which caused it to overflow and accidently got on his hand- which burned... a lot. ❝ how could you be so careless Jekyll? look you've hurt yourself again.... Please be more careful around your chemicals, you know first hand how dangerous they can be! ❞ you patched Jekyll's hand up, holding with with delicacy which made it seem as if he'd break if you were careful enough which was true to an extent, Jekyll was feeling weaker lately- he's been more careless with himself and how he acted leading to this mess. However, he couldn't help himself from smiling at you with a fondness- you were always there for him, out of the kindness of your heart and that made him adore you more than anyone else could. You were truly a miracle to him

✧⠀⨾ Jekyll doesnt understand how he managed to meet you and befriend you, but he thanks god everyday for it.

✧⠀⨾ As a thank you, he always buys you gifts that he knows will make you overjoyed, he pays attention to what you like and dont like so when it comes to thank you's, you're never disappointed or sad

✧⠀⨾ All of his servants, cooks and Poole love you since you're sort of keeping their master together while also keeping them happy- whenever you visit they're always chatting with you about anything but this isnt about them

✧⠀⨾ Jekyll find your innocence adorable, and questions on if you are the completely moral person you make yourself out to be- or do you also indulge in your vices? do you have your own Hyde? though he'll never ask, no never, he just loves this perfect image of you- sweet moral you who wouldn't hurt anyone ever

𝘩𝘤𝘴 ~ 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

✧⠀⨾ the first time you met Hyde, it was probably an accident- Jekyll has though of something so horrid that Hyde couldn't help but take over, it was never Infront of you (Jekyll is so grateful for that you don't even realize)

✧⠀⨾ Though when Hyde did see you, all of his rage and anger suddenly just went away?? it left him so confused and almost made him angry and vicious again until you began to talk to him- normally??

✧⠀⨾ you weren't disgusted with him? you didn't find him hideous? you didnt run away, screaming in horror? no, you didnt do that, oddly enough you walked over to him- smiling happily, and introduced yourself leaving the creature so confused and baffled he almost completely ignored you (he didnt though- you were too intruging to him)

You smiled at Hyde, grinning from ear to ear as you held out a hand for him to take and shake. ❝ hello! I'm [name] it's so lovely to meet you ❞ you didnt run away, or looked at him grossed out which almost irked the monster but he stayed out of pure curiosity. ❝ I'm Hyde.❞ he replied almost coldly, though you didnt get angry with him- instead fascinated ❝ oh! yes i have heard of you- you're a good friend of my dear Jekyll's! i dont understand why everyone is so sacred of you ❞ you smiled even more- leaving Hyde to question you and your intentions, yet he made no move to hurt you. Everyone was shocked, sorry- correction- everyone outside, in the beauty of the moon was shocked to see Hyde, the murderer, the man who trampled a girl to near death, the one who smites women down for simply looking his way- walking down the street with the sweet little thing like you latched by his side, smiling from ear to ear as you chatted about something while Hyde listened. You has done the impossible, yet only you could do it

✧⠀⨾ he secretly love having you around, you're the only person who gives him the light of day at the minimum and at the maximum you care for him.

✧⠀⨾ once he returned to his home after getting into a fight with a man who was capable of fighting back- the man obviously was killed as Hyde had overpowered him with sheer brutality and died bleeding out, though he did manage to get a few hits on the deformed man (Hyde) leaving him bruised.

✧⠀⨾ you were waiting for him- happily with a knitted scarf for him (you felt bad for him as it was always cold in the night time of London and Hyde barely wore anything warm) but when you saw him, bruised and beaten you didnt even care about the scarf or how he even got hurt

✧⠀⨾ you sat there, much like how you were with jekyll, scolding him and patching him up carefully- despite him stating MULTIPLE times he can handle it and wont die.

✧⠀⨾ Much like Jekyll- Hyde questions your innocence but enjoys it none the less- the two of you acting as the opposites attract trope

✧⠀⨾ Overall, the two of them adore you so much- you're the sweetest and kindest person to the two of them and they're grateful, in their own ways (Jekyll buys you stuff and Hydes beats people up for you)

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