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rinhaler · 3 months

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We Can Sit and Talk, Baby, Get It Off

CHAPTER SUMMARY : you can't sleep, and neither can the unexpected guest you find drinking your dad's whiskey in the kitchen.

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+ only, consensual sex, sleepy slow sex, praise kink, sleeping difficulties, alcohol consumption, smoking, panic attack mention, drugs mention, family drama, arranged marriage mention, bullying.

WORDS : 5.7k

notes : bc i love u guys :3

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The whole car ride home was spent giggling and laughing with Yuuji. You sang along to the cheesy pop songs on the radio and slurped the remaining dregs out of your milkshake. There was so much food still left from your order, but Yuuji had an amazing idea. You should heat it up at home and watch a movie in your room.

It's around 11:45pm when you return, you know your parents will be in bed already. You stumble in quietly, still chuckling like children until you find the kitchen and get to work on heating up the food.

It doesn’t take long.

You get some unsavoury looks from the butler; but he isn’t paid to comment or judge so he lets you continue. You stay as quiet as you can as you go upstairs and pick a movie. Yuuji can barely keep his eyes open but he somehow makes it to the end.

The poor boy had an eventful day, he's full of food and ready to sleep. But it isn’t so easy for you. Now that you're back here, everything that happened today is playing on your mind.

Naoya and Megumi are related… And now, they both hate you.

This could only end badly.

Your thoughts are keeping you awake. You toss and turn and can’t seem to get comfortable. Watching Yuuji sleep soundly would almost be infuriating if he didn’t look so adorable. The room plunges into darkness. Black as night and you can barely see your hand in front of your face. You debate getting up, and decide you can’t take lying like this anymore when it was clear you wouldn’t be getting an ounce of sleep unless you black out from exhaustion. The curtains are shut tightly, no wonder it’s so dark in here. You open them ever so slightly to discover the window is shut too. You push it open as far as it can go, an involuntary grunt fleeing from your lungs. Your eyes screw shut as you heard Yuuji stir awake.

“What are you doing?” he wonders. His voice heavy and gritty with sleep. He groggily rubs his eyes and sits upright to look at you.

“Can’t sleep.” you admit.

“Come here.” he tells you. He lies back down on his side as he waits for you to join him. He covers your body with the duvet while you nestle your body against his, your ass on his crotch while your back rests securely against his chest. He coos in your ear, shushing you softly, telling you to close your eyes. You do as you're told and you're rewarded with gentle, feather light kisses on your neck and shoulder. “Want me to help you sleep?” he wonders.

“Mhmm…”

“Take your shorts off.” he instructs.

Your fingers quickly hook into the waistband of your silk shorts you're wearing to pull them off your body. You never wear panties to bed, apparently it’s healthier to do that. When you lie back against Yuuji, he helps you out of your matching silk vest, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to his touch.

You lift your body a little so he can put an arm underneath you and toy with your breasts. His big fingers alternate which nipple they tug and tease at. The contact is heavenly. You mewl instantly and he continues peppering your neck and shoulder with sweet innocent kisses. His other hand finds its way to your clit. He explores your folds and decides you aren’t nearly wet enough to take him.

“You need my fingers first, okay baby?”

“Yes… Yuuji please, give them to me.” you hum.

You gasp softly as two of his fingers poke around your entrance. His hand flies to your mouth before you can cry out from them both stretching you open. He hushes you some more, you nod in acceptance. The last thing you need is your parents chewing you out for fucking too loudly and disrupting all of the guests staying the night. He shoves his fingers inside of you, expertly working your g-spot. You writhe against him, but he keeps you secure as he holds his arm just below your breasts. He played with your sensitive tits continuously.

You can’t keep still.

He's driving you crazy.

“Yuuji…” you whimpered.

“Not yet.” he almost warns you. It's disappointing, but you suppose he knows best. He’s doing this for you after all. He doesn’t want to hurt you, it’s meant to feel good.

It’s meant to be fun.

He pulls his fingers out of you before flicking your clit lightly.

You shudder at that.

He quickly inserts his fingers again and he feels just how much slick pumps out of you from the gentle attention to your bundle of nerves. “That’s my girl, that’s it.” he tells you. He finger fucks you for a little while longer. Tears are streaming down your face. He’s hammering at your insides so perfectly and at such a consistent rate. You think you’re going to burst.

“Y-Yuuji!” you cry. He can feel you tensing up. He can feel how badly you want it, how close you are to letting yourself go for him.

You sob a little at the loss of fullness in your hole.

But you’re excited again when you feel him shuffling around.

He’s pulling his boxers off. He lines himself up with your slot. The tip of his shaft is practically sucked in by your eager cunt. “Oh fuuuuck,”

“Quiet princess, gotta be quiet for me.” he sinks deeper into you and you feel tears roll down onto your pillow. He begins to roll his hips slowly. “Are you crying?”

“A little,” you admit. You sniff and turn your head as best you can. He begins wiping your tears away and kisses you chastely. “just feels so good Yuuji, I love you.” you tell him.

“Sh, shhh baby. I love you too. I’ve got you it’s okay.” he hushes as he continues rutting into you.

You turn back so that he's spooning you while he fucks you.

It's so perfect.

He fills you up so deliciously you're worried what it will feel like when he removes himself from you. It feels like home to feel him inside of you.

It isn’t rough, heated sex.

It's slow, it's messy, and it's so passionate. He trails wet kisses on your neck. You reach a hand back searching for his; and he finds you.

He interlocks his fingers with yours and you weep a little more. You grind your hips against him slowly, trying to meet his lazy strokes. He carries on holding your hand, but brings both of your fingers closer to your cunt. He uses his two strongest fingers to draw tired circles into your clit. You moan instantly and he grunts gaudily as he feels your insides squeeze him.

“Y-Yuuji. Oh God, Yuuji ‘m gonna—”

“Me too, fuck. Baby, cum with me. Cum with me princess.” he demands.

You cum with a quiet whine. You pant and pant through your high as you continue backing up against Yuuji. He cums right after you. He fills your pretty pussy nicely with his thick creamy seed.

It's so warm and heavenly. It feels nice and snug inside of your wet walls. Yuuji fills the late night air with obscenities as he pumps his heavy load into you. He pulls out of you and you could feel his cum dribble out and onto the sheets below you.

You roll over, smothering him in a brutal, unforgiving kiss.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had.” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I’m serious. It was so romantic.” you tell him. He brings your face closer to his again so he can kiss you more.

“Are you tired yet?” he questions.

“A little, but I need to go to the toilet first.” you remind him. He shuffles more onto his back and rests his head comfortably into the pillows.

“Go on, hurry up so we can go to bed.”

You do as you're told, legs taking you to the en-suite as quickly as possible for you to pee.

You wash your hands and come back out to find Yuuji fast asleep and snoring lightly. You smile, clambering into bed beside him. You wrap an arm around him and allow sleep to take over your body.

To say you're furious when you wake up would be an understatement.

Your eyes open and you assume it's morning. But when you look to the sky and see it's still pitch black your heart stops.

You roll over to check your phone. A few hours must have gone by at least.

Nope. Thirty minutes.

In fact; it's been 27 minutes if you want to be technical about it. You couldn’t even manage to sleep for thirty fucking minutes before you're wide awake again.

Fuck it, you think to yourself.

You go to the bathroom to splash water on your face before finding the most over the top dressing gown that your mother had also gifted you for your stay. It's sheer material with gorgeous pink fluff on the edges.

It's so dramatic, it hits the floor and trails behind you.

But it’s not often you get to feel this glamorous.

You might as well embrace your pretentious roots while you’re here. You slide on your matching fluffy pink slippers and sneak out of the room, doing your best to be quiet so that you don't wake Yuuji.

You wander the pitch black hallways.

There's no particular destination in mind. Your feet lead you around the manor. You explore rooms you hadn’t even noticed; and corridors you didn’t even know existed.

But still, through all your adventuring, you find yourself atop the main staircase. You're planning to turn around and go back to bed with Yuuji, however the sound of clinking and rustling downstairs piques your interest.

Could somebody be stealing?

Which one of your mother’s guests is causing such a ruckus?

You step down each platform quietly, not wanting to scare the disruptive presence away. The light in the kitcheb shines brightly, and you turn the corner to stand in the door way.

Of course.

Broad shoulders, a toned back and just above shoulder length black hair.

Who else would it be?

None of the other guests would be such a nuisance, so rude, and make themselves so at home in a house that is not their own.

Toji turns around slamming a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler on the kitchen island.

“Oh fuck—!” he startles as he notices you staring at him. “Scared the shit out of me, darlin’.” he tells you.

“Do you have permission to be helping yourself to my father’s alcohol?” you smirk, the simple expression on your face allows Toji to know that you, in actual fact, don’t care what he does with your dads booze.

“Not in so many words,” he begins, cracking open the bottle lid and pouring himself a drink. “But your folks are always so generous with their hospitality.” he teases. He drinks the whiskey like a shot. He slams the tumbler against the counter top so hard a little bit of excess liquid splashes out.

“Help yourself Toji,” you smile. Your slippers shuffle irritatingly across the kitchen tiles as you walk towards the freezer to get yourself some ice cold water.

“Hey,” Toji speaks, the word comes from the depth of his lungs. The volume commands your body to turn to face him. “Want some?” he wonders, shaking around the bottle of whiskey with a wicked grin on his face. “Oh wait, you’re a borin’ good girl who don’t drink nothin’, right?” he teases.

“Right.” you nod.

“I’m sure it’ll help you sleep… That’s why you’re down here, right? Havin’ trouble sleeping?” he guesses, and correctly at that.

You nod, but you raised an eyebrow. Your scepticism is obvious.

“Will it? Really?” you wonder. He shrugs his shoulder and his expression turns to unknowing. But before you give an answer with words, he assumes that your question is acceptance. He grabs another tumbler and slams it down beside the one he’d been using.

“Worth a try.”

You do accept his offer.

And as a result, you find yourself with a tumbler glass in one hand. Toji leads you out of the kitchen by gripping tightly onto the flesh of your arm. You aren’t sure where he was taking you. But he expertly holds his own glass as well as the whiskey bottle in one hand. His grip is bruising, but you're too tired to care.

You find yourself in a cosy little study room.

Presumably your father’s.

It's like a cosy den, a man cave.

He has one of those retro globe drink cabinets beside his desk. Toji lights the logs in the fireplace and the room instantly feels even cosier. You sit opposite each other on the two red leather armchairs while you sip casually at your drinks.

You kick your fluffy sliders off to let your feet feel how soft the white fur rug is on the ground. Sleepy eyes are drawn to a dart board on the opposite side of the room.

It makes you smile.

You remember your father holding you high as a child in his arms so you could play with the dart board in the old house.

“What’re you smilin’ about?” Toji wonders. Your smile drops as your attention is brought back to him.

“Nothing, really.” you shake your head.

“Yuuji?”

“No.”

He hums. Toji takes a swig from his drink and nods in acceptance. This is painful. It's so awkward.

Why does he want to sit here with you?

Why does he want to drink with you?

The alcohol is making your stomach feel raw, but you're somehow finding the strength to ignore it. You clear your throat and look to the crackling fire beside you.

“Do you love him?” he asks you. “Yuuji, I mean.”

“Uh, yeah? I do, very much. Why?”

“Are you the reason he hates Megumi now? Did ya do somethin’ to make him angry at my son?” Toji ponders aloud. You scoff at that. He really has no idea.

Toji has zero fucking clue about his son, and what a monster he is.

“I didn’t do anything.” you hiss before downing the remainder of your drink. You tilt your glass towards Toji, indicating that you want it to be filled again. “He’s been making my life a living hell at uni, y’know? He’s sick. He’s fucking evil.” you alert him.

A parents love for their children is limitless.

You’re sure your claim will go down like a lead balloon.

“Heh, what’d he do? Scowl at you for too long? He’s all bark ‘n no bite that kid, he’s just—”

“Oh he can bite. In the one week that he decided he hated me, he spiked my drink on a night out and I was blacked out for almost two days. That’s what he did. And that is why I’ve been avoiding drinking.” you inform him. His grip loosens on his glass, but it doesn’t fall from his hand. His scar pulls as his lip turns to a scowl, his eye twitches in irritation. “You don’t believe me…” you sigh, “That’s fine. Yuuji believes me, that’s all I—”

“What else?”

“Huh?”

“What else, tell me what else.” Toji asks.

It's quiet.

But the type of quiet that spoke volumes.

He does believe you. You stutter, hesitate. You aren’t really sure what to tell him, or if you should tell him. But he urges you to speak. He needs you to continue. So you do.

You tell him the names he called you on the first day you met him, the vile things he said. You tell him about how you thought all was forgiven when you went out to eat together, but he flipped on you again and destroyed your sketchbook.

And you explain the club incident in gory detail, everything that you could remember and then everything else that you’d been told. You hum and haw over whether you should tell him about his inappropriate touches towards you too. But you’ve come this far, there's no point hiding anything now.

The way he touched your thighs. How he caged you in beneath him. How he dry humped you in the club when he was bullying you.

Toji puts his drink down. His elbows dig into his thighs and he covers his face with his hands.

He's breathing.

Just, breathing.

You don’t know what to do, what to say. So you say nothing.

You wait. And wait. He sits back upright and lets his body sink into the back of the leather chair. He rakes his fingers through his hair a few times before looking for something in his pockets.

Cigarettes.

He sparks up.

Your father would be furious if he knew, but you aren't in a rush to tell him. And you don’t have the heart to tell him no, to object. He lets the tar coat his lungs before exhaling.

He looks sick.

“He draws you; you know. A lot.” you inform him.

“S’that right?” he speaks, puffing out a plume of toxic smoke.

“Yeah. That’s why he hates me, I think.” you add, taking another drink of your whiskey to wet your dry mouth. Toji’s interest is piqued. He raises his eyebrows as he takes another drag of his cigarette. “Both times I complimented his drawings of you in class, that is when he switched on me.”

Toji’s brows knit. He pinches the bridge of his nose while he holds his cigarette carefully between two fingers. The smoke dances and twirls beautifully as it ascends up to the ceiling like a delicate ribbon. He mutters something.

You don’t quite catch it.

But when you replay his lip movements in your mind, when you really focus on what he just mouthed in your head, you think he said sorry.

“He had a panic attack in my car on Friday,” Toji admits, he takes another puff of his cigarette and picks his whiskey back up.

Really? Megumi?

He doesn’t seem like the type to have panic attacks.

“Breathin’ weird, threw up, even cried a little. The full works.” he carries on. He stubs out his cigarette and tops up his drink.

He needs it.

Those same demons that Megumi tried to drown so desperately in the car that day are his demons too.

He’d inherited them from his very own father.

“That must have been hard for you.” you speak, attempting to sympathise. But you couldn’t deny that you felt smug, happy almost, that Megumi is suffering.

“You know what he told me?” Toji asks you, and you shake your head. “He told me he’s fucked up. He told me he was a fucked up teenager, and he’s even more fucked up now.” he says. Toji’s breathing is erratic. You can see his hand trembling a little as he drums his fingers against his knee.

He can’t handle it.

He needs another cigarette, just one more, one more to settle his nerves.

“Then what happened?”

“I told him he’s not fucked up!” he responds, a little too loudly. He slicks his hair back a little before speaking again. “Well, I told him he isn’t the only one. Everyone’s a little fucked up, right? I told him even I’m fucked up. But he probably already knew that, huh?” he tells you. His foot tapping furiously against the ground as he smokes some more.

You slowly shuffle from the chair to the floor. You crawl over to him and sit by his feet. Like a little animal curling up to its master.

Why are you so drawn to him?

It's nice, he is nice.

He's like an authority figure who actually takes you seriously. Someone who listens to you. Someone who believes you and doesn’t want to treat you like a puppet for his own personal gain.

“But he is fucked, isn’t he? What he did to you is my fault.” he continues you. You rest your hand on his knee and shake your head. But he nods, because what he's saying is true. He blows smoke in your direction.

“He just has some issues clearly, you did the best you could. You didn’t make him bully me Toji.” you tell him.

“Has anyone told you his mother died? My wife, when he was little.” he wonders. You shake your head. “Yeah. I loved her, so it killed me too. So I left him.”

“You—”

“I abandoned my tiny son who needed me so I could do drugs and drink like a lunatic. I couldn’t cope, but it’s not an excuse. I never even apologised to him.” he fills you in, he's coming dangerously close to finishing another cigarette.

You're at a loss for words.

It is his fault.

How could a human being expect to be anything other than fucked up with what Megumi has been through? And to not even receive an apology for it.

Fuck, do you feel sorry for him?

“Well, I said sorry when he was having his panic attack but it wasn’t real. I’ve never claimed to be anything other than a piece of shit so I don’t know what he expects from me.”

“Maybe he expects you to be a decent father and learn from your mistakes, Toji.” you hiss. He laughs at that.

“Y’got me there darlin’.”

You want to stand up. But your liver hurts and you're exhausted. Maybe you’ll just sleep here.

You can crawl back to the armchair, right?

You're finally tired, so tired that you don’t have the strength to make it back to your own bed. Your forehead rests on Toji’s knee. And he smirks when he hears light snores rise from your throat.

He’ll carry you to bed when he’s finished. You’ll be okay here for a little while. He needs more alcohol in him.

He needs to think everything over.

His ears prick when he hears the sound of creaking floorboards drawing closer to the room. Toji is too fucking calm, how could he be so willing to risk being seen with you like this? There's a knock at the door, and when Toji doesn’t respond, they welcome themselves in.

“What the fuck is this?” Megumi asks, staring at your sleeping form, your pretty little head resting sweetly on his knee.

You don’t wake up.

Toji grits his teeth as he looks at his son, his little monster.

“Shut your fucking mouth kid,”

“Have you been drinking together? I’m not shocked, fuckin’ alcoholic piece of shit.” Megumi bites. Toji’s tongue runs along the top of his teeth and he sucks, unsure of what to do now that his devil child is in front of him. Why is he even here? “Knew she was a slut, did she fall asleep sucking you off?”

Toji taps your shoulder lightly and your eyes fluttered open. He grips that very same shoulder when you squeal and back into his legs when you notice Megumi's presence.

Toji shushes you.

Megumi is clever and likes to do everything to you behind closed doors. He’d never risk doing anything in front of a witness, God forbid anyone believe you about his torment over you.

But it's too late.

Toji already does.

“I’ll walk you to your room sweetheart, c’mon.” Toji tells you as he helped you to your feet. Megumi scoffs at that.

“Are you fuckin’ serious Toji? What the hell is going on?”

When Toji is close enough to Megumi he points a finger in his sons face and snarls. He’s furious with him. Through all of each other’s faults, through all of Megumi’s hatred of him, he at least thought his son was a decent person.

They could tolerate each other for a set amount of time. Megumi is smart, he’s calm and collected most of the time except where his father is concerned. But Toji is looking at him now, and he sees himself staring right back.

Megumi is fucked. And Toji is fucked, too.

“I’m takin’ her to bed. I am goin’ to bed. And I don’t give a fuck what you do, but I don’t wanna see that pathetic face of yours until I take you home in the morning. Stay the fuck out of my way.” Toji answers him.

He barges past him with you in tow. Your heart is racing.

It's incredible.

Yuuji stands up for you whenever he can, but Megumi always manages to keep a level head. He's never intimidated. But now, right now when you turn to face him, he looks broken. His eyes are the widest you’ve ever seen them and his jaw is clenched.

Megumi is scared.

Megumi is afraid.

Toji did that. He did that to him. And it makes you… smile.

He brings you to your room and tells you to try and get some rest. There are only a few hours you can squeeze in before you have to start getting ready to leave in the morning. You hold onto the door handle. But before you pull it and walk inside your room, you turn to face him again.

“Why are you here?” you ask, curiosity taking over you.

He smirks.

The type of smirk that told you he's about to say something you don’t want to hear.

But his eyes find yours, and he takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know you were dating anyone, especially not Yuuji for that matter.” he begins. “It’s pretty obvious your parents don’t like him. Are they tryna keep it under wraps?” he wonders.

“Big time.” you nod.

“I’ll be honest sweetheart, I invited Megumi here too. I was gonna try and push the idea of marrying you both off so I could marry myself into some money.” he informs you. You felt your blood begin to bubble.

Seriously, what fucking century do all of these people you’re surrounded by think you’re in?

First Naoya with his ‘women should be seen and not heard’ notion. And now Toji thinking you’d ever agree to an arranged marriage, with anyone, let alone Megumi.

But your breathing slows as you examine his features.

You’d considered him an authority figure you could trust. Someone who didn’t want to use you as a puppet for their own personal gain. They were the exact thoughts you had in your father’s office.

And now, he's just blown that trust up with his stupid confession in seconds.

But the longer you look at him, you think… At least he’s honest. And at least he listened to you, believed you.

“It’s okay.” you tell him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, pushing the door open so that it's slightly ajar. You face him once more with a smile on your face, “You’ve never claimed to be anything other than a piece of shit, right?” you tease. He laughs a little, acknowledging your call back to his previous words.

“Right.” he agrees.

“Goodnight Toji.”

“G’night princess.”

Yuuji slept so soundly, he didn’t even realised you’d left and come back hours later.

He wakes up feeling refreshed and packs everything in your room as quickly as he can. The man is desperate to get out of here and return to normality. He smiles at your sleepy, tired body as you do your best to pull on a pair of leggings and a big baggy top. You want to be comfy for the car ride home.

Maybe you’ll be able to sleep for a few hours, too.

You do one last check of the bathroom to make sure you didn’t forget anything and then zip your case securely. Yuuji carries on doing a sweep of the room to be certain nothing of his gets left behind, and he still needs to get dressed.

“I’m gonna go and say goodbye to my parents.” you tell Yuuji.

You're about to head down the stairs when you felt a fist ball into your t-shirt and yank you backwards. Your back is against the wall and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. You’ve been in this exact position one too many times with Megumi before.

He settles a hand on your shoulder to pin you in place while the other rests on your hip, his knee found comfort between your thighs. It's a little too close to your heat; but Megumi is too close to you all together.

“Someone has been interfering and running to tell tales to my dad.” he speaks, the tone telling you everything you need to know.

You aren’t sure if Toji has told him or if he's worked it out all on his own.

And yet, while you're shaking, while you're terrified that no one will come to your rescue and protect you from him again, a wave of power surges through you. Your fists ball into his shirt. That alone catches him off guard.

What has happened to you?

You take the fleeting chance to spin him around, pinning him against the wall.

“I’m not fucking scared of you anymore Fushiguro,” you begin. He tries to shove you away but you push against him harder, “you’re just so desperate for daddy’s approval aren’t you? Want him to want you so badly. I know everything about you now, and he knows you better than he ever has before.” you say calmly with a smile on your face.

“Shut the hell up—”

“You’re just sad, lonely, pathetic. And I repeat, I’m not scared of you anymore Megumi.” you inform him.

You turn to walk away, but he grabs your wrist and forces you against the wall once more. He’s red in the face, a particularly lively vein pulses by his temple.

You’ve done it now. Fuck, you’ve really done it now.

Your eyes screw shut as you prepare for whatever he's about to do to you.

He is scary and intimidating. But you can at least take pride in knowing no matter how hard he tries to keep you down you’ll always get up.

But when both of his hands cup your face and his lips find yours, your breath hitches in your throat. It’s hard and strong, but no tongue. His eyes are closed and yours fly open. You raise your hand, your palm claps against his cheek and his whole face turns away from you. You shove him backwards with so much force his back connects with the wall opposite to the one you’re against. Both of you pant and catch your breaths in the particularly echoey corridor.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” you ask. He doesn’t answer. He’s still panting. Using the back of his hand to wipe away the dampness on his lips.

His eyes find yours again, and he’s lost.

He’s lost in them.

Lost in you.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

“Do us all a favour and get the therapy you desperately need.” you finish as you finally manage to escape him and descend the stairs.

What was that all about?

You think you better wait until you leave to tell Yuuji what happened.

In fact, you aren’t sure whether you should tell him at all. Your parents stand in the driveway as they watch Yuuji drive around and leave the manor.

He’s happy.

You’re happy.

You’re going home!

This nightmare is finally over.

Megumi stands in the doorway as he watches you leave. Part of him wants some fresh air, but he could have went in the garden for that.

He’s fuming at himself.

Why did he do that?

Why the fuck did he kiss you?

He needs to find Naoya. Whatever his sinister little plan is for revenge on you, he needs to get himself in on it. What he just did will be forgotten, he’ll get himself back on his sadistic little horse. And you’ll both be able to forget that he forced his lips onto you. When he turns around to find his uncle, he’s greeted to the sight of his father instead.

“Move.” Megumi commands. Toji crouches down so he’s eye level with his son. That all too familiar wicked, scar pulling grin etched on his face once more.

“You better leave that girl alone.” he instructs.

“Or what? You’re fucking off to wherever you go for months at a time tomorrow, so you aren’t in any position to stop me.” Megumi boasts, preparing to walk away from him once more.

“Wrong.”

“Huh?”

“Wrong, Megumi. Wrong. I’m fuckin’ movin’ in with you and Tsumiki so I can keep an eye on ya. Ya sick fuck. She told me everythin’. Fucks wrong with you?” Toji alerts him.

Megumi feels his stomach sink. Really? He’s really sticking around?

“She’s a fucking attention seeker, she’s lying to you.” Megumi fibs. The elder Fushiguro shakes his head. Toji gets in his face, real fucking close. So close that Megumi is almost drunk from the smell of last nights whiskey on his lips.

“You. Are. Fucked.” Toji tells him, his face becoming more serious so Megumi knows he isn’t playing around. He couldn’t, he shouldn’t say that to his own son. But he’s right. Toji needs to let him know, he needs to help him get better. Maybe helping his son will help him too.

“You made me, Toji.”

“If I see or find out you’ve done anything to that poor girl, I’ll break your fuckin’ knee caps. Hear me? In fact I might fuckin’ kill you. No wonder Yuuji wanted to rip your throat out.” Toji jeers through his teeth. Megumi can’t believe it.

He's showing more care and adoration for a complete stranger than he had to him his whole pathetic existence.

“Get out of my way.” Megumi relents. Eager to escape his father’s intense glare.

“Nah, we’ve been summoned.” Toji notifies him. Megumi’s eyebrow raises as his full attention returns to his father.

“Summoned? What for?”

“Zen’in clan wants to talk to us,” Toji explains as he slips a cigarette between his scarred lips, “They wanna talk to the princess’ parents too.”

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bugaboo25 · 8 months

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I Will Forever Love You Chapter 3

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Thanks for all the kind words everyone, it's really helped keep my motivation up even though my schedule is absolutely crazy!

On to chapter 3:

Damian woke from his slumber as soon as the sun came up. Instead of remaining under his covers, he made his way to the restroom to prepare for the day. It was Saturday, yes, but weekends never meant relaxation for those in Wayne Manor. He grabbed his toothbrush, and, after lathering it to perfection, he began brushing his teeth. Slowly, Damian’s green eyes made their way to his reflection. His hand slowly came to a stop, and so he pulled the toothbrush from his mouth. His lips twitched down, so he stopped staring, stopped searching for a boy that shared his face and simply finished his morning routine.

Once he was dressed, Damian sat on his bed. He reached underneath his mattress, pulling out a well-worn book. Damian allowed his fingers to trace the title: Cosmos by Carl Sagan. Even though he had no interest in the subject, he had read this book dozens of times. He flipped open the cover and stared at his neat handwriting, the last words his brother had ever spoken to him stared back at him. He sat in that manner for a good ten minutes, before flipping to the page that his bookmark currently resided on. He allotted himself twenty more minutes before he once again closed the novel. Damian never understood Danyal’s obsession with stars and the universe, but it was now the only way he could be close to his twin. Before he could carefully put the book back in its resting place, there was a knock on his door.

“Baby Bird, I know you’re up!” Richard was knocking incessantly, so Damian placed his most prized possession on his desk, just out of sight of anyone that stood in the doorway. He opened the door, and Richard was immediately in his personal space. “Come on, the family’s going out for breakfast this morning, Alfred’s orders.” Damian cursed internally, if the butler had ordered they be seen in public for breakfast, then there was no possibility of not going. He allowed himself to be pulled out of his room, but not before shooting Danyal’s book a look of regret. He would have to place it back under his mattress when they returned, he just hoped Richard had not seen it.

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Dick pulled Damian down the stairs, not letting him go until he was under Alfred’s watchful eye. He laughed to himself, knowing there was no way for him to slip away now. He pulled out his phone, already setting his plot in motion. He shot off a quick text to Tim.

Dickie: wanna mess with Dames?

Timber: always

Timber: what did you have in mind?

Dickie: there was a book sitting on his desk, cosmos or something

Dickie: I gots to know if he’s got a thing for astronomy

Timber: dude

Timber: no way, it’s worn and there’s writing in it

Timber: I am not getting attacked by demon brat again

Dickie: ugh fine what’s it say?

Dick opened the picture that Tim sent, and he had to stifle the sound rising in the back of his throat. I will forever love you -D. What was that doing written in one of Baby Bird’s books? It was his handwriting, that’s for sure. But Damian never said I love you, none of them did. Which, okay, maybe he should put some effort into that, but there’s no way that book was meant for anyone. It was old and worn, and Dick could make out what seemed to be a bookmark at the top of the picture. Did he get it from someone? He must have, but the only person whose name started with D in this family aside from Damian were Dick and Duke, and he didn’t give him the book and Duke sure as hell didn't give it to him. He came to the conclusion that this would require further investigation, then sat down and waited for the rest of the family.

Tim came into the kitchen after Duke, Cass trailing behind him. He caught Dick’s eye, but he simply raised an eyebrow as he made his way to the coffee pot. The door flung open, and if the people in the room had been any other family, they would have jumped. As it was, five sets of eyes turned to look at Jason as he wore a large grin. As time continued forward, the Pit Rage had calmed to a point where he only had episodes a couple times a month. With the knowledge that he had better learned to control it and it was happening less often, Jason had once again started hanging around the manor. Alfred must have invited him to breakfast, as he joined everyone else in waiting for Bruce.

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Slipping into the limo with the rest of his family, Tim allowed himself to take some time to consider what he had done that morning. He had been so ready to use Cosmos to tease Damian, but as soon as he saw the state of the book and the neatly written words just inside the cover, he had decided against it. Obviously, the novel was important to Damian, but due to the lack of anything else related to astronomy in his room, he had to guess it was for more personal reasons. If the youngest of the Bats was anything, it was less than receptive when it came to talking about personal matters. He also didn’t want to give Damian any reason to start attacking him again. Sure, it had been years since the last time he was on the stabby end of his katana, and they had gotten to a point where Tim was comfortable teasing him, but he didn’t want to risk anything. If it had only been a book that showed the beginnings of a new hobby, then he would’ve gone to town on the annoying big brother role. But it was obvious from the old, definitely overused pages, that it was something more than that.

Dick would try to pry. He always tackled opportunities to get to know more details about any of his siblings; but Tim would stay out of this. Honestly, he just hoped that he had managed to get the book back exactly as it had been left. Damian was perceptive, and he would definitely notice if his possessions were left even a centimeter out of place. They all would.

“Allioop!” Dick came flying through the door, sprawling out across Tim and Jason, who had sat in the space beside him. Tim swatted at Dick’s hair, and Jason started lightly slapping at his stomach.

“Get off, Dickface! Sit like a normal person, next to met not on me!” Jason was grumbling, a scowl sitting on his features. The fondness that was in his eyes was covered, but not unnoticeable to anyone that was in the vehicle. Tim took that second to check and sure enough, everyone had piled in during his musings. Cass, Damian, and Duke (who was snickering into his hand, the traitor) were sat on the opposite end of the limo, and Bruce was sat in the passenger seat next to Alfred.

Dick pulled himself off of his brothers and threw his arm across his forehead, leaning against the seat and the door. “Oh woe is me, no one appreciates my fun.” He cracked an eye open, and the look he shot towards Jason and Tim was one filled with mirth and amusement.

“I would refute, Richard, but your ‘fun’ often ends with you acting as a if you are a kicked puppy.” All eyes shot to Damian, because holy shit he just dissed one of them in a non-demeaning way. And was that a smile tugging at his lips? It was barely there but – oh my god, it was. Tim’s mouth dropped, because was the demon brat acting like part of the family? “Don’t strain yourself, Drake.” Damian’s tone was biting again, but the ghost of a smile was still on his face, so all Tim could do was make a choking noise as he snapped his jaw shut and looked out the window.

Well, maybe breakfast wouldn’t be a complete disaster.

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Bruce made his way to the grandfather clock once they were back at the manor. He allowed himself a small smile, thinking back to the way his children had bickered and teased each other at the restaurant. He was delighted when he had seen Damian having to hold back a laugh after Dick’s fork had been drenched in syrup curtesy of Jason. He was finally beginning to feel as though his family was almost whole with the return of Jason and the breaking down of Damian’s walls.

After slipping into his costume, Bruce set to work. He wanted to sigh, but Tim and Dick had just walked into the cave, whispering at each other. He raised his eyebrow at the hushed tones that stopped once they were in earshot of him. He would have to look into that later, collaborating in whispers between his children never led to positive outcomes.

“Whatcha working on?” Dick never was one to be subtle, but he welcomed the olive branch. He would need help with this case, his suspect was eluding him at every turn, and it was starting to wear on him.

“Vlad Masters.” He already had his files pulled up, so he clicked on the tab that had a picture of the man. He glared at the screen, hoping that the missing piece would reveal itself by just staring at the picture for a little longer. “He’s gone from low millionaire to high billionaire in just under two years. None of his business partners remember their meetings, only that they signed away at least half of their company before he was gone.”

“You think he’s drugging them? Or maybe mind control?” Tim was taking his spot at the batcomputer, already starting his review of the files. Dick was watching over his shoulder, and he hoped that maybe they could find something they didn’t.

Suddenly, Damian was flying over the edge of the stairs and hurling towards them. Bruce simply turned to look, and Dick was ducking away from the 16-year-old’s fist. “Did either of you imbeciles go in my room?” Damian’s tone was angry, though he didn’t attack again. He was getting better at controlling his temper, it seemed. Though, with the way Tim’s shoulders were ever so slightly tense, he guessed that he was the culprit.

“Uh, yeah. It was me. Sorry, Dames, I wandered in this morning on accident. No sleep last night and no coffee yet. You know me. I think I nudged something on your desk, and that’s what kickstarted my brain. I left as soon as I noticed.” Tim’s voice was cool, but Bruce could detect the way his voice was just barely higher than normal. So, he was lying about the reason, then. He would have to ask later.

Damian visibly relaxed, though he was still holding himself with respect. “Fine. Just do not repeat that mistake again in the future, or I will have your fingers.” With that, he was leaving the cave as quickly as he had come down. No doubt Alfred was forcing him to do his homework before he began any work in the cave.

Bruce turned towards Tim with a raised eyebrow and the question on his face. “I saw something I shouldn’t have.” Huh, he must feel pretty guilty about it if he wasn’t even going to try to lie. “Just a book with a message. No big.” Tim was once again looking through the files on Masters.

“Have you looked at any of his connections yet?” Bruce grunted, a silent yes. “What about those from college? It doesn’t seem like he has that many friends, though there’s a couple he used to spend his time with while he was getting his degree.” Another grunt, this time signaling that no, he had not checked his college friends out just yet. Tim opened another tab and pulled up a picture of a large man with black hair next to a shorter woman with ginger hair. They were both wearing ugly jumpsuits. Tim continued to scroll, and it was only a couple pictures down that they stopped.

It was a picture of the Fenton family in a lab. Their daughter, 17 at the time of the picture if Bruce had to guess, was a perfect mix of her parents. She was tall, probably close to 6 feet, with teal eyes and the same hair color as her mother. It was the son that had garnered their attention, though. Because staring at them through the screen was Damian, but a Damian with eyes the exact same shade of blue as Bruce’s and a large grin. His hair was longer, and he was wearing a black hoodie with stains and a ghost symbol hovering over the word ‘Boo!’, but there was no mistaking the skin tone, or the eye shape, or the nose. That was Damian’s face with an unknown expression and different eyes, and it took the three men in the room longer to collect themselves than it should have.

“Please tell me you’re seeing what I’m seeing.” Dick was the first to speak, his eyes shifting between Bruce and the boy on the screen. “Please tell me I’m not going crazy and seeing Dami in the place of a completely different kid.”

“You’re not going crazy.” Tim’s reply was shallow, garbled by the confusion that laced his features. Bruce wasn’t sure what to make of this situation, but Tim was already tapping away, pulling up all the information that he could. “Daniel James Fenton. Age 16. He was adopted by the Fenton family seven years ago… today. He didn’t give anything other than his first name. Just wandered into Amity Park, Illinois with a… with a sword?”

“Hn.” Bruce wanted to lean towards the clone theory, but what would the League of Assassins have to gain with creating a clone of Damian and then sending him to American for seven years?

“It could just be a coincidence, you know.” Dick was calming himself down, his breathing was slowing. “There are supposed to be seven people in the world that look like you.”

“Yeah, plus, look at his eyes. They aren’t the same color!” Tim was almost screaming now. “Totally just a coincidence.”

“Yeah, but that blue is the exact same as Bruce’s…” Dick was leaning forward onto the chair now, careful not to knock Tim off balance. “We… we have to look into this. What if Bruce has another kid!”

“Yeah, but the age… Dames would’ve told us if he had a twin, right?” None of them could answer that question. Damian was a lot of things, but open about his past was not one of them. If the documents were real, then that means that Daniel was out of the League a year before Damian. There was no way to know for sure, and Bruce was positive he would not get the answers from his son.

“Where are the Fenton’s now?” The best course of action was to try and find Damian’s lookalike. They could do DNA testing once they did that.

“They’re… on their way to Gotham for a convention?” Tim had pulled up security footage and the Fenton’s public schedule. “The Paranormal Physiology and Biology Convention, to be exact. It seems both Maddie and Jack, the parents, have doctorates in paranormal ecto-biology, and the daughter, Jasmine or Jazz, is currently attending Gotham University for a degree in Psychology.” Okay, they were on their way to Gotham. So, getting a DNA sample to run would be easier than originally anticipated, unless he was trained by the League. That would make this plan more difficult than anticipated.

“Find out where they will be in Gotham. Then I want you to try and get a DNA sample so we can run tests and figure out whether he’s a clone. If we’re lucky, he might be willing to help us build a case against Masters.” Bruce was heading for the batmobile now. He needed to think. Either there was a clone of his son living in Illinois for the past seven years, or he had another son that had been free of the League.

He isn’t sure which one would be better.

#danny phantom #danny phantom batfam #dp x dc #danny and damian are twins #danny fenton #batpham #dpxdc #twins au #dp x dc crossover #damian misses danny #his book is precious to him #as are his words #damian 'i wish i had blue eyes so i looked more like danny' wayne #dick just wants to know his brother better #tim: oh hell no that looks important #bruce doesn't know how to handle the possibility of another kid #or another clone of his kid #he just wants to be a good dad

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more kitchen barb thots

playing music while mc and barbatos are cooking, each doing their own tasks. mc starts swaying their hips to the music- knowingly or not, but its enough to distract barb once he notices and he cant help but continuing to glance over bc the movements are just so captivating he cant help but watch despite all his usual self control. muscle memory has to take over for his task to continue but eventually even that falters (hopefully not while hes chopping stuff lmao) but mc hears the change in rhythm/slight clattering of the bowl and obvs has to check if their cooking buddy is ok!! and barbatos barely manages not to stutter as he assures them hes fine, just a bit distracted because of an "upcoming event" or some other excuse but hes got a pink tint to his cheeks from nearly getting caught staring.

at this point mc can either be oblivious to the reality and just reach out to give a gentle reassuring arm squeeze and a reminder that theyre 'always here if you need anything, we can take a break to decompress for a few minutes :) ' or theyre wise abt it and decide to tease the poor butler and go up to him, turn him to face them and put a hand to his forehead ""checking for a fever"" (pressing their chest into his at the same time ;) ). pull him away from the busy counter and dote on him worried 'but barb your face is so warm! i dont want my favorite demon getting sick :( especially since you look so cute with a blush it would be so unfortunate if the cause was you not feeling well' but internally theyre all >:3 lets see what it takes for his resolve to crack

i feel like the moment you catch him off guard with this kinda thing if you just keep up the "innocent/unaware" flirt teasing it would make it more and more difficult for him to pull it back together. but if he gets that moment then he'll start teasing back. this may be ooc rip and it got Way long but scenarios are fun lol

-🥐

Oh welcome back, 🥐 anon!

One of my favorite things about Barb is the way he teases. However, I also think it's fantastic when the tables are turned and he's the one who's flustered.

The thing about this guy is that he isn't easily flustered, but if there is anyone who can accomplish it without even noticing, it's absolutely MC. I have actually written scenes (though I think they later got scrapped) where Barbatos straight up cuts himself while chopping vegetables because of something MC did or said. So not like him! But that's the point! MC makes him do things he wouldn't normally do. And he can either lean into it or try to resist it and I think you end up with different scenarios depending on which way he decides to go.

MC's reaction certainly matters, too. If they're oblivious, I think Barbatos could safely pretend nothing happened and move on, but I also think he could be the one who teases MC and gets them all flustered.

But a wise MC who's all I'm just trying to make sure you're okay! Listen. I very much think that Barbatos would have a hard time controlling himself at that point. Even if he knows that MC is doing it on purpose. Maybe even more if he knows.

The best thing about Barb is that I feel like I can write him being a real troublemaker where he just messes with MC a lot, but I can also write him being the one who is easily flustered. Like yeah he's got that rigid facade, but you can say beneath it there is a man who is fully aware of what he's doing and deliberately does things just to get a reaction out of MC. Or you could say that beneath it is a suppressed man that gets blushy when you start to tease him. However, I do think either way he'd eventually give in because MC is the only person for whom he is lenient about anything ever.

MC might tease him and fluster him and get him all riled up, but as soon as he realizes what's going on, he starts playing into it. I think he'd use the whole situation to his advantage. Especially if he's like yes let's take a break because secretly he wants to get naughty but he doesn't want to mess up the kitchen lol.

#you could go either way and I like both options #but my favorite thing is always Barb losing control #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #🥐 anon #misc answers

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love4ab · 1 year

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long day. [ a.b ]

prompt : you take care of aus after a long and rough day at work.

austin butler x reader

wc : 1017.

warnings : sub!aus. softdom!reader. handjob. mommy kink. use of “mommy” & “mama”. possible grammar errors. thats its, i think...

a/n : heres some sub!aus cus subby aus and e own my heart. :,( <3

enjoy... <3

You were on the couch reading a book when Austin got home. He walked in the door and immediately called for you. "y/n?" He called out.

"Living room, baby!" You shouted back, and you quickly heard the shuffling of his boots against the floor as he walked towards you. You looked up and was met with an exhausted-looking Austin. His blonde hair was all messy, looking like he ran his hand through it all day. He slumped down on the sofa next to you and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Long day?" Your whispered. You hated how much Austin overworked himself, but he never listened when you told him to take a few days off for himself.

"Yea'." He muttered, and you could feel the nod of his head against your shoulder.

"Honey, you need to take at least a day off for yourself! It's not healthy to overwork yourself." You tell him.

"I know, I know. There are just so many things going on for me, and I just get wrapped up in everythin'." The hint of the southern accent rang along his words.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to argue back and create a fuss. "Can you read to me, please?" He asked, resting some of his weight against you.

You hummed in approval and began reading to him until you got a couple sentences in and Austin started shifting around a bit, causing you to pause and turn, but you continued, assuming he was probably just trying to get comfortable.

You softly read the words on the page to him, and he continued to shift his hips in an attempt to get comfortable, so you assumed. You ignored his movements until you heard a quiet, annoyed groan come from him.

You stopped and set the book down on your lap, turning to face him with a frown on your face. "Are you okay?" You worriedly asked. He picked his head up from your shoulder and turned to face you. You noticed the slight pink tint coating his cheeks.

"These, um, pants are just- just a bit uncomfortable." He slightly shrugged his shoulders.

You smiled, "Wanna go shower and change?" You asked. "Get into some comfy clothes?" You placed your hand down on his thigh, causing him to jump up a bit and take in a shaky breath.

You sent him a puzzled look, noticing his reaction. You picked your hand up from his thigh, "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.." You confusedly apologized.

"N-no, it's not your fault." He nervously looked around the house before glancing down at his lap. Your eyes followed his, and you immediately noticed the outline of his hard on through his jean pants. You raised your eyebrows and smirked. The squirmy and jumpy behavior now made sense.

"Baby.." You whispered, trailing off as you looked up at his now red cheeks and pouty lips. His eyes looked everywhere but at you. "Why didn't you tell me?" You asked, your hand reaching for his chin, making him face you.

He leaned into your touch as you caressed his jawline with your thumb. "I-I was embarrassed." He whispered the last word.

"Want me to make you feel better?" He immediately nods his head.

Your hands reach down and unbuckle his belt before undoing his pants and sliding them down as he lifts his hips off the couch to help you.

You were surprised when his cock flung out his jeans, no boxers were worn. You looked at him, he had one of his hands hiding his face. "Don't get shy on me, Aus." You pecked a kiss on his forehead.

Your hand finally reached his cock, you spread the precum leaking out his tip and spread it. Small whimpers escaped his mouth. You ran your hand up and down, rubbing your thumb teasingly over his tip. He moaned and covered his mouth with his hand, trying to muffle himself.

You shook your head. You grabbed the hand covering his mouth and pulled it away. "I wanna hear how good I make my baby boy feel." You innocently smiled at him, placing kisses on his cheek and trailing down his neck as your hand pumped up and down, occasionally rubbing and teasing his tip.

Moans escape his pretty lips, and his hands reached up to cup your breast, but you quickly pulled away. "Did I say you could touch?" You frowned.

He quickly shook his head, "No, sorry, mommy!" He apologized through moans and whimpers. "Keep your hands on your sides." He obediently nodded and set his hands down.

You felt that he wasn't gonna last long, so you decided to tease him a bit. His hands gripped the sofa, turning his knuckles white, as he threw his head back, letting out loud moans and groans. You slowed down your movements, and he started pushing his hips up into your palm, "Please, mommy, more!" He pleaded.

Your hand went achingly slowly up and down, and Austin began growing annoyed and needy as your hands slowed down. "More, now, mama!" He whined out. You sighed, deciding to ignore the attitude and give the poor boy what he wants.

Your hand pumped him faster, and you focused more on his sensitive tip until he couldn't anymore, he was nearly seeing starts. "Need to finish, mommy! Please!" He looked at you, his eyes glossy and red, as if he were about to cry. "Go ahead, baby." Was all you said before he shut his eyes, threw his head back, and moaned loudly, making a mess in your hand. Your hand didn't stop its movements until he rode out his orgasm.

He was breathing heavily as he opened his eyes to look at you. His face was all flushed, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. "Thank you, mommy." He looked down at his mess, embarrassed, before looking back at you.

You smiled at him, admiring his pink, freckled cheeks and dreamy blue eyes. "Let's go get you cleaned up." You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

#austin butler #austin butler fandom #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler imagine #austin butler x you

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hi! I haven't seen any blogs doing Micah content, so color me surprised- your writing style is so good too?? aa?? may I offer up the idea of visiting him to get away from stress or maybe family problems? good fluff times w him to distract from life :0! if not it's totally okay, and I hope you're well!

This is so cute I-

I have been having huge writers block on what to write for characters from other games/shows/comics so I’m more than happy to take this request! Thank you for liking my writing!

7:59pm

Everything sucked. Work was stressful, and your parents sudden want to have a say so in your life after months of radio silence wasn’t helping. The constant complaining about you living alone and still being single was getting tiring. You weren’t even single anymore! You just didn’t want them trying to meddle in your relationship with Micah. Your parents randomly popping up to your house trying to arrange a date was the final straw. You needed space, away from work, away from your parents. You needed comfort, you needed Micah. Yeah you could vent to him on video call, but you wanted him next to you, and you were gonna make that happen

After taking some time to plan and pack you were ready to go. You hadn’t told him you were coming to visit during your daily calls. He had gotten a little suspicious when he noticed you snooping around in his computer, but he just thought you were trying to send him a little gift. You had to admit, Micah was right about it being child’s play to find someone’s address, you just never had a need to do so.

When the day finally came you had told Micah that the company you were working for was sending you out of town so you wouldn’t be able to talk until tomorrow. Luckily he took the excuse (though he still was suspicious) and you were on a plane to his house.

My Angel <3: Hey

My Angel <3: You home right now?

Micah Yujin: Yeah? Why?

Micah Yujin: Wait

Micah Yujin: WAIT HOLD ON

From outside you suddenly heard running, something getting knocked over and Micah apologizing to an annoyed Skrunkly. Before you knew it he was swinging his door open and he starts screeching with joy when he sees you.

“OH MY GOD WAIT YOU PULLED A ME YOU’RE HERE HI WHAT THE FUCK!?”

He pulled you into a hug, spinning you around and planting kisses you all over your face. He was so excited he could cry tears of joy. It had been a while since he came to visit you and with what he had been hearing from you about your job and your family he had been thinking about coming over again but here you were at his door step.

“So why exactly did you come here? Don’t get me wrong, I could pass out with how excited I am that you’re here but… nothing serious happened did it?”

After assuring him things were find and you just needed a break from your job and your family he nodded and let you in. He was more than happy to have you with him. He doesn’t ask to much about what’s going on back home for you either, he knows thats not what you’re here for.

When you’re at his house you’re royalty and he is your personal butler thats also your secret lover those were his exact words don’t @ me. Whatever you want to do that’s what the two if you are gonna do, even if its just laying in bed all day and snuggling Skrunkly. You do eventually get to have your little competition of who’s the best back rubber between you both. Skrunkly ended up picking Micah but you claim he cheated since Micah feeds her of course he’d win. As compensation you do get to experience the back rub treatment Skrunkly got and quickly realized why Micah won in the first place. Micah’s grip was gentle yet firm as he meticulously worked out the kinks in your back. The feeling was so relaxing you found yourself falling asleep. Micah found it cute how by the time he was finished you were sleeping soundly.

He cooks for you every day you’re there except for the night he wanted to take you out. He made a big show out of it too. He took you shopping for formal clothes, bought you flowers and took you to a fancy restaurant together. While places like that aren’t really his thing he made you giggle at how dramatic he was about it all. He refused to let you open any door, joked around with a fake rich person accent, and of course you brought Skrunkly with you both. She had her own little pearl necklace and everything. It was all in good fun but above all he just wanted to show you a good time. And he’ll admit, getting to see you all dressed up does something to him.

He loved getting to show you his room and his set up. He would let you play on his computer around a bit but according to him there was something on there that he’d get in big trouble for showing you. It was really because he had about 10 songs he wrote about you he was too embarrassed to share yet and about 100 screenshots of your face during calls that he did NOT want you finding out about.

On your last night before you went back home Micah gave you a small gift box, his face a tinge of red. When you opened it inside was a necklace with angel wings and a key.

“Angel wings for my angel~ Oh! And… the key to my place. I-if you ever need to run away again just come. You don’t have to worry about letting me know, I will always want you here with me ok?”

You could cry with how sweet Micah was. He had so much trust in you and loved you so much. You hugged him tightly, wanting to stay now more than ever.

#error143 #micah yujin #micah yujin fluff #micah yujin x reader #please play error143!#micah x reader

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pardi-real · 6 months

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Butler's Halloween / Chapter 3 - Horror Night

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~ The next day ~

Muu: "Oh! My lord, the butlers are gathering in the yard. The ones over there—it's Lato, Flure, Ammon, and Lamli, isn't it? What are they talking about?"

Lamli: "A costume party in the yard... Fufu, it's going to be fun ♪ We'll call it… "Devil's Palace Horror Night"! "

Lato: "Kufufu. That's a good name. Let's make everyone who visits the mansion as thrilled as possible."

Flure: "Horror night is fine... But don't scare them for real, okay? The purpose of this party is to entertain the visitors."

Ammon: "Right on. Let's make it a fun and cheerful Horror Night!"

Lato: "I agree. This year, the lord will be there... Let's make it a fun and memorable party. Well.... We were asked to be the dancers. Our role is to make the costume party more exciting with dance performance, and since I am the oldest among the four of us, I would like to take the lead this time."

Ammon: "What… Mr. Lato will?

Lamli: "Uhh... that's…"

Lato: "Oh? What's the matter? I thought that in a situation like this, the elders would take over as leader... Oh, perhaps… Do you want to be the leader?"

Lamli: "N-no, no! Not at all!" (Phew… I don't want to play the leader or any other bothersome role, but…)

Ammon: (If you say "Lato is gonna be the leader"... I can't help but worry...)

Flure: "Well, if Lato wants to take the responsibilities, that's fine by me. So... What exactly is the dance we'll perform?"

Ammon: "Right... Any ideas, leader?"

Lato: "Kufufu. Of course, I have an idea.

Halloween is a festival for "evil spirits" who come with the spirits of our ancestors. That's why I've been thinking…

How about I have a real evil spirit possessing me?"

Flure: "Huh...? Lato will be possessed by an evil spirit...?"

Lato: "Yes… Naturally, we only act possessed.

But of course, the audience doesn't know that. They'd definitely be surprised. And maybe it would be a good idea if I suddenly act to attack Flure.

Once the audience is in a state of panic, reveal the details. Everyone is relieved and they all live happily ever after.

What do you think? I'm sure it will be a lot of fun."

Everyone: "..........."

Lato: "Oh? What's the matter? Everyone is silent. Did I perhaps… fail to explain it well?

Flure: "I got the explanation! I got it and that made me speechless."

Lamli: "Y-yes that's right... Lato-chi's idea is going too far."

Ammon: "It might be fun, but... It might be traumatizing for the children."

Lato: "I see… so this is going too far. Hmm. I thought it would definitely thrill the audience, though."

Ammon: "W-well, I don't think it's a bad idea to get the audience's heart to pound, as long as it excites them and keeps them on the edge of their seats.

Lamli: "Oh~! Mr. Rose, you seem to have some ideas."

Ammon: "Hehe, well... I got an idea.

First, dance on stage and make eye contact with each and every person in the audience.

Then, when the excitement of the audience reaches its peak, We go down to the audience and give each and every one of them a rose.

While handing them the rose, whisper in their ear, "I've been watching you."

...something like that~ ♪"

Everyone: "..........."

Lato: "Oh? Is that all?"

Ammon: "That's all! Just like that and the audience should be head over heels for us ♪"

Lato: "Hmm… is that how it works? Just by saying "I'm always watching you" in their ears?"

Lamli: "But you know... I don't want to say that to a stranger. Unless it's the lord. I'm only looking at the lord."

Flure: "Y-yup, me too…"

Ammon: "Well… I don't like saying that to anyone but the lord too, but… It's also a "job" to satisfy customers and make money. It's important to be able to separate the two and act the part."

Flure: "Sure, I understand your intention. But... but still, it's not a good idea. Seducing anyone is going to ruin our reputation…"

Ammon: "Don't say that~. You're shy, Flure, you're just too embarrassed to do it, ain'tcha?"

Flure: "I-I'm not! Anyway, let's come up with another idea…"

Lamli: "Yes, yes! I've got a great idea ♪"

Lato: "Oh, Lamli. What kind of idea is it?

Ammon: "I think I can guess it…"

Lamli: "Fufu… Well… I think we should entertain the guests with our lord's charm ♪"

Ammon: "I called it…"

Lato: "Lamli, you are always bringing up the lord whenever you can, aren't you."

Flure: "By the way... How exactly do you intend to show the lord's charm?"

Lamli: "Right~.

Let's say, we set up a coffin in the middle of the stage.

The most exciting moment is when we are dancing a horror-like dance.... the lid of the coffin will open with a "Bang!!" and the lord appear from inside ♪

The Lord's charms will surely open everyone's eyes ♪"

Everyone: "..........."

Lato: "I like it."

Ammon: "True that... I kinda wanna see it."

Flure: "No, no! That's just not right!"

Lamli: "What~ why not? Don't you want to see the Lord shining on stage?"

Flure: "Well... I'd like to see that.

B-but we can't! I don't want the lord to appear on stage!

It's not good. If you decide to do such a thing without the lord's permission, they might get embarrassed while people are looking on stage…"

Ammon: "Hehe. It's fun to see the lord gets embarrassed, though ♪"

Flure: "It's even worse.

Seriously now… am I the only sane adult here? I guess there's no other way. I'll think of what to do on stage. No surprises.

I'll come up with new choreography and we'll practice it together. It will be based on ballet.

But... Is that OK with you guys?"

Lato: "Hmm… I understand. If that's what you come up with, Flure, I will follow it."

Ammon: "Me too! You're the leader now, Flure."

Lamli: "Yep, yep ♪ Mr. Ribbon is so reliable at times like these ♪"

Flure: "Hmm... I feel like they skillfully talked me into this... Oh well. I'll do my best anyway."

Muu: "It looks like the conversation went well. In the end, Mr. Flure seems to have taken the lead. But... What kind of dance is it going to be? I'm curious!"

> "Yes, me too."

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How about Companions react to a sole who cries in their sleep? Thx for doing the lords work

Hooo how cute! It will be with pleasure, I really hope you'll like it!

And Felicitations! You're the first!

Cait : They set up a rudimentary camp under a pillar of the old highway. The road was long; barely the fire lit and the area safe, Sole fell asleep. Cait prefers to lengthen the evening with a good crooked brobov. That’s how she becomes aware, barely an hour later, of a strange sound. It’s like a muffled squeak. Really not usual of this kind of sound, Cait gets up slowly, wondering what creature can produce something so strange. She then realizes that the sound comes from the Sole’s sleeping bag and worries about what might be attacking them. She grabs a stick dragging near the fire and lines up to hit swift and hard… when she realizes that its Sole themselves that seems… cry? Like a child? Cait has a vague memory of having already cried, a long time ago. In fact, while crouching near Sole, she remembers too well a distant time when she was crying, curled up in the bottom of her bed, a habit she soon lost because the slightest weakness was deadly when she became a combat slave. She hesitates for a long time, then advances an uncertain hand towards her friend’s shoulder. “Eh?” Sole wakes up, shocked, and quickly wipes they cheeks covered with tears. “Sorry. I guess I was dreaming of… finally… before.” Cait makes a grimace, uncertain of how to react, but she decides to pat (awkwardly) Sole’s shoulder as a sign of comfort. “It’s going to be okay. We have all our moments… I guess.” Sole grips her and leads her in a hug to break the back of a bear and Cait immediately regrets having wanted to comfort the other. Finally, after a few seconds, she hugs them back.

Codsworth : The poor butler walks back and forth in Sanctuary’s kitchen. He heard Sole crying there, at the end of the hall, but even though he knew how to develop his small personality during the 200 years he spent waiting, he wonders where the line between servant and companion is. He cuts himself off from the only thing he can do: make tea. He actually prepares three kinds: one to calm the nerves, one to improve the mood, and one to help them regain sleep. After reflection, he mixes the three, then takes the cup and finally decides to enter the main chamber. "Madam/Sir?" Sole shakes, surprised to feel they cried. "Hm. Codsworth. What time is it?" "3am. But since you seemed to have a disturbed sleep, I made tea to help you." "That’s nice, Codsworth. You’re a real friend." Codsworth feels excitement when Sole makes this statement. A friend? A friend. He gives the cup to Sole and then goes back to the kitchen to clean.

Curie (synth) : Curie has read much research on human emotion and knows that sleep disturbed by negative feelings means a repression of emotions. She decides to sit on the edge of Sole’s bed, gently shaking her friend to wake them up. Sole quickly wipes away their tears, embarrassed to be surprised in such a situation.

"Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal in your situation to have these moments. According to Freud— "Curie, it’s okay. I’m going to skip an essay on human psychology at 3 a.m." "So, do you want a hug?" Sole hesitates, embarrassed, then reaches out. The synth is rather good for giving comforting hugs, and soon, Sole finds a calmer sleep. If romanticized, Curie and Sole would snuggle in each other’s arms to end the night, with Curie sliding her fingers into Sole’s hair while they fell asleep.

Danse : (PreBB) Danse knew a lot of soldiers sobbing at night for miles and a reason in barracks. But none was really his friend. He knows that the best procedure to follow is to wake the subject up, give them water to drink, and get them to talk about what’s upsetting them. But with Sole, he feels a bit embarrassed. He doesn’t know why. He feels that he himself feels something strange in the presence of his friend, but he has trouble understanding why he is so moved to hear them cry. However, he has to react. He shakes Sole’s shoulder and addresses them perhaps a little too abruptly without looking at them. "Soldier, you’re crying." "Shit, Danse, I’m sorry." "Want to talk about it?" "Not really, no. But thank you. It was horrible." Danse awkwardly holds a bottle, always without looking at them. "Drink, go back to sleep. But if ever… if you ever feel the need to talk about it, know that I... I am here. We are mission companions, and I would not want to know you are indisposed." "In your personal language, I understand you’re worried, Danse?" "Hrm. Drink, sleep." "Thank you, friend, good night." "Good night, and… sweet dreams. Danse (PostBB if romanced) : Danse turns into a half-sleep and surrounds Sole with his protective arms, attracting them in a bear hug. Sole immediately feels good and safe, finding a more peaceful sleep. The next morning, Danse tries to make Sole talk, and he opens slowly on what disturbed them. Over the course of the day and even the following days, Danse helps Sole make peace with their repressed emotions by using all the tricks he knows from his experience gained in the Brotherhoods.

Deacon : Deacon observes Sole sleeping over the campfire, and his face is irritated, but not because of Sole. He is irritated because he feels powerless to assist his companion. What would he say to them? Lies? Trying to help people to confront their problems at the risk of bringing up his own demons? No, let them sleep and hope that all will be forgotten the next day. If romanced, Deacon slowly awakens Sole. "Eh. I'm not sure who you were dreaming about, but you know the rules: you can only beg me, and only during sex." Sole laughs, a little surprised and taken aback. They see that their cheeks are swollen with weeping. They cried once more. The dream returns to them. Their spouse was murdered, and they lost their son. It's almost become a nighttime classic. They sadly sigh. "Come on, uh, everything will be okay." "Liar." They both bust out chuckling and Deacon moves Sole little to create room in the sleeping bag. "Come here, sleep, and keep an eye on you." "Thank you." "I'll always be there for you."

Dogmeat : Lick the face of Sole until they wake up. Whines a little before sinking into his master's arms. Sole buries their face in the dog's fur and sighs, pleased to have such a loyal companion. They return to sleep, and this time their sleep is more peaceful.

Elder Maxson : When the Elder is on duty in the barracks, he overhears a soldier whimpering in his sleep. He approaches a dormitory and discovers that it belongs to Sole. He is feeling a little uneasy. Sole did not appear to be the type of person to have struggles, but it appears that they suppress their feelings deep within. Maxson walks up to their bed and shakes them. "You have a disturbed sleep, Knight." When they see the Elder next to them, Sole misses falling out of bed... They are really humiliated to have been discovered crying, by the Elder in top of that. They rise slowly, embarrassed. "Don't be ashamed; it's normal, and I believe we all go through it. Life is difficult, and the life of a soldier is even more difficult. Tomorrow morning, you will consult Knight-Captain Cade, who will be able to recommend sleep options." "T-t-thank you very much, Elder." "Now go back to bed. Make an effort to have a better night." "T-t-thank you very much. You as well." If he's romanced, Maxson gets up from his office, where he spent the day reading reports, and moves closer to his bed. "Hey, honey." "Arthur?" Sole is perplexed and struggling to recuperate. "You were sobbing. Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" "No, but I'd like to be hugged." Maxson can't keep a grim smile on his face. When they want to, Sole can be a big baby. But he cheerfully submits to the comfort session and then tucks his beloved in. When he finishes his tasks, he slides against them in the bed and hugs them tightly, keeping them all against him while he falls asleep.

Hancock : Hancock slipped behind Sole and took them in his arms, romance or not. He softly awakens them up by playing with their hair.

"Look like you had yourself a real nasty nightmare there, brother." "Hancock? It was awful." "Want to chat about it?" "No, not at all. It's just too much...it's just too much..." "Sh. Don't sweat it too much, we all have our demons and you ain't no different. Take a swig of jet and let yourself drift back into dreamland, everything gonna be copacetic."

Hancock stays exactly where he is for the balance of the night, affectionately caressing his friend/lover.

Gage : Panic Pledge. Worse than Cait. An overboss crying is an overboss showing weakness. An overboss who shows weakness is a dead overboss. And how he compromised for this Overboss in particular, Gage believes he’s going to die if it’s discovered. He’s going around the Fizztop Grille to make sure no one’s sneaking around, and then he comes back to Sole’s room. "Hey boss, waking up." "Gage? What time is it?" "It’s time to take you for a pussy, it seems. Get your act together. It’s unworthy of an overboss to chew like a chick." Sole feels shame and quickly wipes their tears. "Sorry I…" "Don’t make it worse, don’t apologize any more. Damn it, you’re the big guy, drop the sentimentality stuff." "Yeah, it’s okay, I get it." "Here, a nuka-cola. Think of the conquests we’ll make before you fall asleep, it will save you from doing something stupid again." If romanced, Gage turns into his half-sleep and… panics for a moment while waking up completely. Then, finding nothing better, he takes Sole in his arms, if only to hide them in the face of a possible witness. He must protect them, no matter what. But he sincerely hopes that in the morning, they will not say a word about this story and that it will never happen again.

MacCready : MacCready was lying on his bedroll, staring at the night sky, when he became aware of Sole crying on the other side of the campfire. He sat back up, a worried expression on his face, and returned his gaze to the spot where they were resting. Their sleep expression was one of intense sorrow, and tears streamed down their cheeks.

He gave them a little shoulder shake. "Wake up, boss. You're having a terrible dream."

When Sole's eyes eventually opened, they were filled with confusion and fear as they looked up at MacCready. “Mac?" They were crying so hard that their voices were raspy when they asked, "What... what's going on?" Sole knows that with Mac, there's very little chance of a threat appearing too close, so they're perplexed as to why the mercenary wakes them awake.

"You were crying in your sleep," Mac replied, before asking, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sole hesitated for a second, but after looking at the compassionate ratface who had recently shared his own concerns with them, they decided to start talking. "It was... just a nightmare," they stated. "Concerning the Institute and Shaun," their voice shaking as they mention their kid.

"I'm very sorry. That must have hurt a lot. I'm not sure how I'd react if Duncan were taken away from me," Mac mumbled through clinched teeth, his voice trembling with the intensity of his own emotions.

If romanced, MacCready would continue to console them, embracing them tightly and vowing to stay up and talk until they felt better. He'd then go a step further, bending in to offer them a delicate kiss.

"I love you." He said it while looking at them, tears welling up in his eyes. "You're worth more to me than any cap, and I only want to see you happy. You know what? We'll get your son back, it's a promise."

Sole smiled weakly as they reached up to softly pat MacCready's cheek. “Okay. Thank you very much, Mac. You are the most amazing everything that has ever happened in my life, since the bomb, and possibly before."

MacCready's heart was overflowing with feelings of love and pride. He was aware that being with the Sole Survivor meant taking on all of their suffering and fears, as well as their triumphs and happiness, but he was convinced that as long as they had each other, they would be able to face any obstacle.

Nick Valentine : When Nick hears weeping, he is working on a file. He's not surprised; there's no picture. Sole is already strong enough not to cry at every turn for someone who came from a perfect little existence and was launched into a post-apocalyptic world where terrible tribulations always multiply. Nick rises from his chair and walks down the passage to the back bedroom. He walks up to the bed and places his good hand on his friend's shoulder. "Wake up, doll/kid." "Nick? Can you tell me what time it is?" "It doesn't matter if it's late. You were sobbing. Wanna talk about it?" "No, not at all..." "Come on doll/kid," he says as he sits on the bed's corner, "it's not good to keep everything inside. It treats you at night, at the very least. The more that can be said, the better. And then we can move on." "Thank you, Nick. Maybe... someday." “Meanwhile, know that you can always count on me to be here for you. Right around the corner and down the hall. Would you like a bottle of water?" "Thank you, Nick; that would be nice." "It really is nothing. Nothing, in all honesty." If Nick is romanced: Nick leaves his workplace since, romanced or not, he doesn't need to sleep and only does so when Sole asks him to sleep with them. Sole went to bed alone that night, but Nick feels they shouldn't have after hearing their sobs. He walks up to them and, slipping close to them on the mattress, takes them in his arms, softly waking them. "Hey, you seem to be having a nightmare." "Oh, Nick, that was awful!" "Would you like to talk about it?" "No, but please keep me close." "Don't worry, I've got this." And that's exactly what he does. Through the night, he holds Sole in his arms and caresses them tenderly with his good hand.

Piper : Piper had always been a light sleeper, so when she heard faint sobbing coming from the other bed in the room, she awoke. She sat up and looked over to Sole, who was moaning loudly in their sleep.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," she said quietly as she crawled up to their side. "Blue. You're having a bad dream."

Sole straightens up in their nappy and reaches for their weapon, but Piper runs ahead of them and takes the gun away from them.

"Wow! There is no danger in sight!"

"Piper? What exactly is going on?"

"You were crying in your sleep," she said at them. "Honestly, given everything you've been through, I don't find it surprising, but I couldn't let you mope in either... whatever it was you were rehashing."

"Hm. It was simply a nightmare. Sorry for waking you up."

"Come on, isn't that what friends are for?" For better and worse, I guess. Would you like to talk about it?"

Sole examines her for a long time, perhaps hesitantly, before shaking their heads. "No. I don't want it to be on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow morning."

The reporter has been hurt but she chuckles nervously to alleviate her suffering. "Come on, I know I'm a little... intense, but I'd never expose your privacy to the four winds!"

"You've already done it. Remember? It was the interview."

"It was entirely voluntary!" Piper is fuming with annoyance now, and she reaches into her pockets for a cigarette. She understands that her relationship with Sole is built from above and below, but she just wants to help and is upset by her friend's insinuations. Sole sighs deeply, nervously rubbing their neck.

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to be that cruel. I… I guess I'm still a little drowsy to speak well."

Piper puffs on her cigarette.

"I was dreaming about Shaun,” they finally confess. “I was dreaming about Kellogg taking him away."

The wide smile that spills over Piper's lips without her being able to contain it tells a lot about her happiness that her friend open to her. She puts down her smoke and wraps her arms around her pal, squeezing them hard against her. "Here you go.” Then she realizes what he said. “Oh… Oh my goodness! I’m sorry. It's awful. I'm very sorry."

“Oh no, only one of us can be sorry at a time,” Sole laughs.

"Ah, Blue, poor Blue." She continues to rock her pal till they are completely relaxed. Piper's nerves are completely spent from not crying in front of her friend's distress, so when Sole eventually falls asleep, she moves away a little, crouches on the ground, and cries for a solid half hour.

If they were romanced, Piper and Sole would have shared the same bed. Piper will then hold them tightly and keep them against her during their conversation, perhaps placing a kiss on their face or in their neck as proof of her love for them.

"Blue, I love you. I'm here for you," she murmured, her eyes welling up. "We'll get through this together, okay?"

The Sole Survivor smiled softly, reaching up to wipe a strand of Piper's hair away from her face. "Okay. Thank you very much, Piper. I'm not sure what I'd do without you."

Piper tucks herself into Sole's chest, and the two fall back to sleep together, providing profound solace to one another.

Preston : Preston is startled awake by Sole's sobs. He gets out of bed and quickly fixes his sight on the General's. Preston understands how a troubled mind feels at night. He walks up to his companion's backpack and searches for a bottle of water before gently shaking their shoulder. "General, eh?" "What? Is there a settlement that requires our assistance? What exactly is going on?" Preston softly shakes his head, unable to resist smiling. He may be exploiting the pleas for aid, and he should be aware of this in the future. "You were crying, General." "I…" Sole touches their cheek and notices that they are still wet. Their dream resurfaces in their minds. "Indeed, yes. I'm sorry for waking you up, Garvey." The Colonel sits on the edge of his superior's bed. "There's no need to apologies. Actually, I get it. Would you like to talk about it?" "No, not at all." "I understand that as well. Drink here." Sole takes the bottle and downs it. "How frequently do you do that?" they inquire. "Crying in your sleep?" "The question is, do I ever sleep without crying? Understand, I don't consider it a flaw. I've witnessed the devastation of so many men and women, children, and lives. If it didn't come for me, I'd say I'd lost my humanity." Sole pauses before returning the bottle to Preston. "You... you're right. I was dreaming about that day when I watched Kellogg murder my wife and kidnap my child. I felt so helpless. I still have nightmares about this moment, and each time it tears me apart." Preston places a compassionate hand on the shoulder of his General. "I see what you're saying. Believe me, I get it. But the most important thing to remember is that if it had been possible for you, I'm sure you would have done everything in your power to prevent it. I seen you, and I know you're capable of anything. Kellogg would already be rotting in hell if you hadn't been locked up without a way out, and your spouse and son would still be by your side. It wasn't your fault at all." "T...thank you very much, Preston. I believe...I believe I needed to hear it." "Please don't thank me; I'm simply telling the truth. It's time to go back to sleep. We'll have a lot of work to do tomorrow to get the Castle back in working order." "Yeah... but thank you." "I'll see you later, General." If they are romanced, it is all in the same waters, but Preston will take Sole in his arms and reassure them by softly cuddling them. He kisses them on the forehead as they fall asleep, assuring them that he will be by their side for a very long time.

Strong : Strong hears sobbing and walks over to Sole's bed. He takes the mattress with both hands and flips it over, sending Sole flying. "What? What?! What is— "Puny human weeps like a child. Puny human must be strengthened." "Thank you from the board, Strong. I'll try to remember..." "Strong always there for puny human." "Yeah, we'll discuss it in the morning. I might have an assignment just for you in a settlement." "Strong is powerful, and Strong guards weak little humans." "Please go to sleep." "Human sleep, Strong watch." "No! No, that's OK. Go to sleep, I'll keep an eye on you." "Good, but no more weeps." "No, trust me, never again."

X6-88 : "You're crying, Ma'am/Sir." Sole struggles to drive the clouds of sleep away, only to find the Courser leaning over them, hand on their shoulder. "X6? Can you tell me what time it is?" "The sun hasn't risen yet, but you were crying in your sleep." Sole looks around, a little perplexed. Then they recall. They had just left a raider camp the day before, and one of them was dressed in a set that vaguely resembled Kellogg's. Probably what made them dream about this fateful day... "I'm sorry for worrying you, X6, but everything is fine." "If there is something that disturbs your sleep and prevents you from getting a good night's rest, I'm confident a scientist at the Institute will be able to operate on a— "No, X6. It's natural for humans to experience extreme emotions during the sleep period, yet everything is well with me. I don't require treatment." "If you say so, ma'am/sir, but if it happens again, I cannot urge you enough to say— "Good night, X6." "Good night, ma'am/sir." Sole turns in their bed and goes back to sleep, while the Courser resumes his monitoring place, his piercing stare not leaving Sole for the remainder of the night. If romanced, X6 awakens Sole. "You're crying, Ma'am/Sir." "Yes, X6, I had a nightmare." "Is this another of those emotions you were describing to me?" "Yes, X6, it does happen." The Courser pauses. "What can I...do to assist you?" "Hold me close." X6 crushing Sole against his chest. "Is that correct?" "Yes, it's absolutely perfect." "Is that adequate?" "It's just perfect." Sole barely finished their sentence before falling asleep again, and X6 dares not to move a single hair.

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sugar-glaze-donut · 8 months

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Okay- So- I am having a rant idea of an Aruji-sama here.

So my idea here is a (Bayonetta Origins- type) of Aruji-sama (Yeah- the butlers got a badass XD)

So she has a similar timid person but that's what the butlers know that, but when she practices her witchcraft in secret, her persona becomes a whole different one like in (Bayonetta 1) :3

And bruh- the minute she fights the angels in a while another level- XD wish them luck-

Main Persona Aruji-sama: Umm- well that can be helpful.

Switched Persona Aruji-sama: Don't I suppose that I'm even welcomed here. But love when its hard to get.

I'm not quite sure about Bayonetta... but it gives me an impression of pure badass-ness! LETS GO BADASS MC SUPREMACY

(Also I’m REALLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had no idea what Bayonetta was so I had to research a LOT about it 😭)

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From your ask, it seems like original Aruji-sama and Bayonetta Aruji-sama have different personalities Aruji-sama talking/ interacting with butlers and Muu: timid, polite, shy, etc... Aruji-sama is fighting angels: ABSOLUTE GIRLBOSS, BADASS SLAY QUEEN, STEP ON M- (ok I think that's too much, sorry 😞)

Anyways... when Aruji-sama is fighting with Chicken Wings Angels in front of the butlers, they act vulnerable and scared to fight. But when it's Bayonetta!Aruji-sama it's a different story! Since Bayonetta uses a gun (and several other weapons) it'll be a wild ride those overgrown chickens >:)

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Angel: *exists*

Aruji-sama: *draws gun* I'm a "normal" person but-

Butlers: WHAT IS THAT-

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Aruji-sama: *exists*

Angels: Why do I hear boss music?

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...I think fighting angels would be way easier :) But that will make you more of a target to the angels, especially the high angels like Seraphim. That won't stop you from absolutely roasting him though mmm... smells like chicken nuggets

Also Bayonetta's personality is to not take things seriously (?) A very reckless Aruji-sama is sure to give the butlers the fright of their life

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Seraphim: *talks shit about the devil butlers*

Aruji-sama: I'm not the type to get mad but... *equips Durga*

Bastien: Is it just me, or do I smell fried chicken?

⚠️Spoilers for Episode 3⚠️ Villa butlers: *running away from Thrones (lmao idk I thought it was Slone 😭)*

Aruji-sama: *yelling* Bye bye angel Pookie 😘 hope you get roasted in hell soon <3

Thrones: (doesn't understand it but gets provoked) ...YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!

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And since they can do witchcraft, they could be great friends with the witch girl from the village!

Aruji-sama 🤝Witch girl

Also based on some research I did, Bayonetta has magic that can let her have direct contact with demons (I hope I'm right 🫠) This means Aruji-sama can summon demons to help fight the angels.

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(I'm really sorry this is short 😭. I hope I was able to get some of the Bayonetta lore right...)

Last Edited - September 6th

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oh-austin · 2 years

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going method, part four (austin butler)

summary: you're playing priscilla presley in the new elvis biopic, when your co-star asks you if you would like to date him during the filming of the movie to better understand elvis and priscilla's relationship.

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authors note / warnings: no warnings! oh my god, celeste actually posting something??? FINALLY here is the fourth part of going method, life has its claws in me at the moment, but I've finally been able to finish this part. hopefully you all like it <3

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It was something of a fire, a flame.

That’s how you would describe it. It started from just a small spark, you and Austin. His hand brushing against yours on set. Him making you dinner and laying on carpeted floors with you for hours on end. You making sure he was well-rested and that he was taking care of himself. Those were your sparks.

Eventually, those sparks grew and grew. Walking onto set holding hands became a regular thing. The crew were now accustomed to you both placing gentle kisses on each other’s cheeks in between takes. Everyone could see the sparks.

The thing is, sparks have potential to go one of two ways- fireworks: big, bright and beautiful- or flames: ravaging and unforgiving.

That’s where you were at the moment, caught in the flames of Austin Butler. His eyes, his smile- they were just intoxicating and you were always waiting on the edge for your next hit of him; but he was unobtainable.

You couldn’t help but let your stomach ache whenever you watched him flirt with the extras during takes. Your brain couldn’t switch off and accept that it was scripted, but then again, so was your entire relationship. Based off of two people that you and Austin could never be and once production was finished, you both would be too. It was a cruel reality that sat just out of reach.

You tried to not let it upset you, but it did. You doubted every hand-hold and every kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t help it. It was inevitable.

You reminded yourself of that as you sat next to Tom, ready to film the burning love scene at the international. If you weren’t sat on a soundstage, you would have thought you were in the real venue. The lights were dimmed over you, all of them directed at Austin who was in a white jumpsuit- tassels hanging from his skinny waist.

Sat in your own world, you watched as Baz spoke on stage to Austin. You knew how this scene went, Austin sang, you clapped, he kissed 29 extras, you acted like you didn’t care- just like Priscilla had to. You were amazed at how strong her heart would have had to be to love Elvis, you would never have the strength to hold on like she did.

“You okay, kid?” Tom asked. You broke out of your thoughts, looking up at him as he stood in front of you. He always knew when something was wrong, you never knew how he could read people so well. “You seem down,” He sat down next to you.

“I’m okay,” You nodded, “Just-“ You sighed- “I don’t even know,” You shook your head. You weren’t completely lying, you didn’t know how you found yourself in this situation. You were an actress, strictly ‘dating’ Austin within a professional sense for the film. How you let your heart get in the way of your head, you weren’t sure, but you were beginning to regret it.

“I’m here if you need to talk,” He shrugged, his eyebrows raised at you, “Could be good for you, can’t keep everything inside,”

You smiled, “I know, just feels a little easier sometimes”. Tom offered you a slightly confused look, he opened his mouth about to pry some more, but Baz talking through the sound system cut him off. Everyone prepped for the scene, extras were clumped together all around the soundstage and Tom stood back up moving to his marker.

A woman from hair came over to you and fixed your beehive, you thanked her softly as Baz called for quiet.

“Action!”

You lost count of how many times they had to film Austin’s performance, but you didn’t mind watching it over and over. He was enchanting on that stage, a true vision of Elvis Presley.

Since his breakdown, he had been trying to make a more conscious effort to take care of himself. Austin would eat lunch whenever he could, having his assistant bring food over to him in between takes. You noticed him carrying his water bottle everywhere. Sometimes you regret how harshly you spoke to him when he was in such a vulnerable state, but maybe he needed it. Austin told you that he needed it, that he was grateful for you.

Baz set up for the post-performance portion of the scene. He came jogged from the stage and Austin to you and Tom, shooting directions at the two of you. You stood up in your glittery pink dress, trying to hear him better.

Austin watched you from the stage, your face not as focused as it usually would be when speaking to Baz. He made a mental note to check on you after the scene.

He admired how quickly you were able to shift your real emotions off when acting, he really felt like Priscilla was sitting there was him, watching Elvis. “I’d like to introduce to you a couple of people tonight,” Austin spoke, “One of which being my beautiful wife, Priscilla”. The extras cheered on cue, Austin pointed at you. “Would you stand up, honey?” You looked around with a hesitant look, as the follow-spot shined on your skin. You stood up quickly with a smile before sitting back down. You watched as Austin delivered the rest of his lines, introducing Suspicious Minds.

Baz called cut and you reshot the scene three more times before a five minute break as they set Austin up for the Suspicious Minds performance. You made eye contact with Tom as a makeup artist touched him up, he squinted at you jokingly. You did it back. You could tell he was eager to speak with you and make sure you were alright.

Maisie, your assistant, came over and spoke with you quickly- saving you from having to admit your feelings for your co-star to the Tom Hanks. Although, you were sure he wouldn’t judge you, you were afraid to admit it aloud.

“After this, we’ll take it from scene forty-four. After the show with ‘Cilla and Elvis,” Baz announced over the sound system, looking over at you for your conformation. You shot him a tight lipped smile and a thumbs up, ready for your next scene.

When Baz called Action once again, the soundtrack blared from the speakers. Suspicious Minds had always been one of your favourite Elvis songs, but seeing Austin perform it just made it so much more magic. You tried your best to keep acting whilst watching, but it was hard to stay in character when he was just so mesmerising. Austin moved around the stage, coming down onto the ground floor where you sat and all the extras screamed for him.

He made his way through the crowd and as he stopped in front of you, almost as if he was taunting you, he mumbled a soft ‘Hey Darlin’’ to the extra in front of your table and kissed her. Then he kissed the extra next to her, and the one after that, and the one after that. You were acting sure, but you knew that your heart dropping into the bottom of your chest wasn’t. That was real sorrow.

Baz made everyone reshoot that scene more times than you could count on your hands. It never got any easier to watch, maybe worse. You thought about Austin’s lips on all of those womens. All of theirs and never yours. Sure, his as Elvis and yours as Priscilla- but never his on yours. That was what hurt the most.

You were almost angry with yourself, being so emotional and god forbid- unprofessional. This isn’t who you are. You are an actress, this is a job- one that you are damn good at, but at the moment, you knew you were letting yourself down.

“Pick it up from ‘Cilla coming in,” Baz called, “And ready, mark- action!”

“There she is,” Austin’s face lit up as he looked at you, your heart stopped, but you kept walking towards him. You brought his face into your hands, your breaths light and airy- in awe of his performance- acting or not, you weren’t sure.

“Oh, god. I don’t know who that was out there!” You pulled him a little closer than before, so close his lips were ghosting over your own. “You were… you…You were incredible. You were…You were everything” Austin pulled you in tight for a hug, you felt the swear that dripped from his head on your skin. You pulled away from Austin, but stayed in his arms as you looked over at Tom. “Mr. Elvis Presley, I guess that’s your new manager over there,” You raised your eyebrows.

“Mmm,” Austin nodded sheepishly.

“Mmm-hmm,” You nodded as well, a little intrigued, a little mad and disappointed.

“Yeah. I’m gonna go talk to him, all right?” Austin said quietly, his face inches away from yours.

“Okay” You nodded, resting your head against his face.

“You okay to get upstairs, baby?” Austin asked, pulling back from you again.

“Mmm-hmm, yeah” Austin kissed your forehead before walking from his mark and off from the cameras.

“Cut!” Baz called.

You didn’t speak to Austin in between takes. When you filmed your scene together again, you just spoke to Maisie and Baz- trying your best to not catch his piercing gaze if you didn’t have to. When he called you baby, you tried to not let your feet fall from underneath you. There was your hit you were waiting for, scripted or not.

Baz soon called a longer break. You weren’t shooting anything for another hour, letting the crew set up the next stage. You left the soundstage, Tom helping you down and off of the large steps. Austin went to go and chase after you, cursing mentally when Baz called him back to talk. Something was wrong and now he was sure of it.

As soon as Baz was done speaking to him, Austin rushed to wardrobe to get out of his outfit and into something casual until he was due back for his next outfit change. Austin wished he kept his phone on him instead of in his trailer, wanting to know how much time he had to talk to you before he was needed next.

You weren’t hard to find. Your trailer was a few back from his. PRISCILLA, was written in black marker on the door label.

Part of him didn’t want to knock, just burst in and make sure you were okay, but his mother raised him better than that. Austin knocked twice and when you didn’t respond- he wondered if you were somewhere else, but you opened the door.

You were still in your pink dress, it was scarily short, but you looked fantastic in it and you knew it. “Hey,” Austin breathed out, he was lost for words- he hadn’t actually thought of how to check up on you, or what to say.

“Hi,” You seemed short with him, you were short with him. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stood there, feeling insecure so exposed in front of Austin. “What’s up?” You asked.

Austin wanted to laugh, “What’s up with me?” He asked, “What’s up with you? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You shook your head, “I’m good,”

“Please don’t lie to me right now,” He said. You remembered saying the same thing to Austin over a week ago in his trailer. You could sense the genuine concern in his voice, but you weren’t about to have this big of a conversation with him on such a busy filming day.

He was a star, you were there to support him; everyone was. You weren’t going to put your thoughts and feelings on top of him while he was going through what he was. He was just starting to focus on himself, you don’t need to take him away from that.

“Austin,” You sighed, “I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine,”

“Y/N, please baby. Can we talk about this-“

“Austin,” You cut him off, stepping down from your trailer so you were on the ground with him. “I really am okay,” You shrugged, “Just having a bad day,”

“Well, why? What’s happened?” He grabbed both of your arms, pulling you in closer him. You could smell his cologne mixed with his sweat from performing. He looked tired, but somehow still beautiful.

“Nothing really happened,” You shook your head, “People have bad days, you know? I’m tired, I don’t think I’m paying enough attention as I should be today. My mind is just-“ You took a deep breath before letting it go- “It’s anywhere else than where it needs to be,” You admitted. Anywhere else being on Austin, your mind always seemed to be on Austin.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, “We could’ve talked about it?”

“Because, I didn’t need to” A lie, “And if I did, I would’ve,”

“Come ‘ere” Austin pulled you into his arms and rested his cheek on top of your head. He took a deep breath, finding solace in your smaller frame. You didn’t want to hug him back, you knew that it would only hurt more. You couldn’t help yourself though, he truly was addictive.

You leant into his touch and allowed him to hold you tighter than he had before. You could’ve broken down then and there, good thing you’re a great actress.

“I’m right here,” He whispered into your hair, “You know that right?”

You felt your eyes well-up with tears. You suppressed them the best you could before responding, “I know,” You whispered.

“Hey,” Austin pulled away, looking down at you. He gently grabbed hold of your face with both of his hands and pulled you in closer. “How ‘bout we go out tonight? Have a nice night together, just me and you. No cameras, no PAs- just us,”

Your head begged you to say no. Tell him that you were planning on heading straight to sleep as soon as you got back to your apartment, but your heart let you dance into the flames.

“I would love that,”

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For as long as you had been in Australia, you never actually visited a beach besides your very first week in the country. You wished you had made more of an effort to go, especially after seeing the sunset meld into the bottom of the horizon. You couldn’t help but think about how lucky Austin was to be in an apartment so close to the waterfront, yours around 10 minutes away- his a walk down the street.

“You’re not dressed warm at all,” Was the first thing that Austin said when he saw you, “You’ll freeze when the sun sets,”

“I’ll be fine,” You chuckled, “What’s that?”. You looked at Austin as he picked up a plastic bag from his kitchen bench.

“A surprise,” He shrugged with a smile, “You’ll have to wait, patience is a virtue, mamas,” He leant down over you. You smelt the fresh spray of cologne that he must have put on. He looked gorgeous, a black hoodie and pants on, a pair of brown boots on his feet. You were in a t-shirt and leggings. “Give me a sec, I’ll be back,” Austin disappeared down the hallway.

When he returned, he had a long sleeve white shirt and baggy sweatpants folded in his hands. He held them out to you. “I’m serious when I say you’ll freeze, please wear them,”.

You looked at the clothes with hesitation, but took them nonetheless. You excused yourself quietly, with a small ‘i’ll be right back’ and went into his bathroom.

You stripped out of your clothes, your feet cold against the bitter tiles on the bathroom floor. You felt your nose run slightly as you slipped on Austin’s shirt. It was big on you, but soft and comfortable. Once dressed you called for Austin, “Hey Austin,” You poked your head out of the door. He looked up at you, he seemed a little worried almost.

“You okay?” He asked you.

“Do you have tissues in here?” You felt slightly embarrassed asking for them. You worried he would think you were gross, you let your brain run wild with pathetic worry.

“Yeah, in the cupboard under the sink-“ He walked closer, “You alright?”

“Uh, yeah-“ You shook your head, “My nose is just running a little,” You wanted to the ground to swallow you whole. Such a basic ask made you feel so vulnerable.

“Did you want to stay inside?” Austin was standing at the door now, “Are you sick?” His hand went to your forehead, trying to feel for a fever.

“No,” You laughed slightly as his worry, “Just need to blow my nose,”

“Okay,” Austin nodded with a whisper, “Let me know if you feel worse and we’ll stay here, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, closing the door again. You rested your head in your hands, sighing at how embarrassed you felt. You knew it was stupid to feel embarrassed over something so small, but you couldn’t help it in front of Austin.

You opened the cupboard underneath the sink and pulled out the box of tissues. Your eye caught a little basket with a lid, sitting in the corner; your name scrawled in Austin’s handwriting on the top of it. Curious, you pulled the box out and put it on top of the counter too.

When you opened it, you were no longer upset; all your bad emotions from your crappy day fell from your shoulders. In the box sat, a box of tampons, pads and liners, a bottle of your face wash and an old shirt that you had seen Austin wear to set once. You could’ve cried. You wanted to cry.

Instead, you sniffed as you blinked away the faint tears that had glazed over your eyes and put the box back underneath the sink where you found it. You quickly blew your nose and wiped your eyes before heading back out to Austin.

“Okay, I’ve got a blanket, some towels and some other stuff too,” The pile of things Austin had been holding before multiplied by three by the time you returned.

“Towels? We’re not swimming are we?” Your eyes widened.

“No!” Austin laughed, “Just to sit on". Austin managed to somehow open the front door for you, even with all of the contents in his arms. You thanked him softly, before holding it open for him.

"Do you want me to help carry something?" You asked him, trying to find his eyes that were hidden from the overspilling amount of things Austin was trying to bring.

"S'all good, baby" Austin chuckled. You rolled your eyes, before taking the two beach towels from his pile of things. You could finally see his face. He thanked you quietly and you both left his apartment.

The walk to the beach was quiet, Austin’s hand hung scarily close to yours by the time your toes reached the sand. You found a quiet spot, far away from where the tide was ebbing and flowing. Austin wrapped the blanket around your shoulders as you sat next to him.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” He asked, leaning on one of his arms to be closer to you. You saw the frown line in his forehead deepen as he asked.

“I promise you, I’m okay” For the first time today when Austin asked you, you told him the truth. In this moment, you were content and happy. No lingering senes of anger or upset, as you watched him kiss woman are woman. Just the two of you on a beach, all alone.

For the next two hours, you and Austin sat side by side. Telling stories, laughing and reminiscing of all of your little moments together. You hand sat on the sand just next to his, you contemplated holding it- taking that small extra step just the two of you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by his warm touch, Austin had brought his hand on top of yours. You looked up at him, he was already looking over at you. A comfortable silence with the potential to be more sat in between you both. You looked at his lips, you couldn’t help it. He noticed, a smirk ghosting over his lips. You looked back towards the water shyly.

Austin let out a breathy laugh and pulled you into his arms, tucking you under his shoulder and for the rest of the night you both sat there together; ignoring your early call times and responsibilities- just enjoying your own little world.

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werebutch · 2 months

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idk if this is weird or helps at all but i grew up in a very large family where once i hit my older teens i was expected to clean, drive everyone around, take care of every single animal, cook meals, etc etc. basically charlie work lol. obviously different for everyone, but the only things ime that made those around me start pulling their weight was to A. ignore them, stop entirely and let it pile up till they recognize how much i do B. keep a list/pic album of every time i do a favor cleaning or smth for someone. having someone to clean/drive/etc for you is a butlers job, which should be paid, so they have a huge privilege in having u around. ur sister sounds unbearable and rest assured she's just lying about the "abuser" shit. ive been thru the exact same bs. sry this was long i hope u can get out of there soon, fuckem <3

This is exactly how it is for me 😭 it really helps to hear other people have had the same struggles (even though obviously it sucks) so thank you for this. Whenever I talk about this it sounds so goofy like waa waa I have to do chores. But it’s different and it sounds like you know what it’s like 😭. Especially the driving thing gets me, because how am I expected to keep everything clean, take care of animals, shop, and cook, when I have to drive everywhere, and also WAIT the entire time I’m there, since it’s usually too far to go back and wait. you know. usually i dont mind doing stuff like this but its when people complain im not doing enough is when i feel crazy. ive overheard my sister telling her boyfriend that i dont help her around the house anymore (ive "given up") and that everything is up to her. okay girl. sure. UM ANYWAYS SORRY. ive tried doing A before but i dont think it was for long enough.. so maybe... im at least gonna stop doing much of anything for that sister lol. at least for a while. writing stuff down is a good plan too. thanks ^__^

#truly truly idont mind doing stuff especially driving. its just every single day and i have no option to .. not do it. sob #asks #werewulvs #i hope youre in a better place now im so sorry you had to go through the same thing.. people can treat you so weird..#i dont exactly consider driving and cleaning like that but its definitely a privilege. wah

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deevotee · 7 months

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Vampire Finny being the most loyal of the crew hell probably more than Sebastian when it comes to protecting Ciel. Finny over time and years of being with Ciel becomes Seb's fledgling learning how to be head of the house and eventually does so while Sebastian works in the shadows being Ciel's true guardsman. Idk it'd be an interesting dynamic concerning the passage of time and of course Finny does the Gardening, he insists to do it regardless of his already huge workload.

anon i've been having a shitty day and this ask just turned it right around im love you for this yes to all of this

honestly even canon finny and sebastian fight for the spot of being ciels most loyal person so this is right on point but i LOOOOVE the thought of seb taking finny under his wing to be the head of house and ciels right hand man oh my god

in canon too i feel like he would be the most susceptible to manipulation by seb and ciel to be okay with sebastian being a demon, like he'd be pissed that sebastian wants to eat him but it would also make him want to be ciels right hand even more and i feel like it would work even better in an au where they're all already supernatural beings. i had in my mind that vampirism maybe comes from drinking demon blood and can get passed on when i originally made the vampire posts so maybe they just reveal that to him here so they can have someone within the household whos In The Know when things go south, or maybe sebastian needs to pretend to be dead for some reason and they need ciels next right hand man to be aware hes not actually? either way i love it

finny doing his best to learn how to be a good right hand man, maybe he's not great as a butler but he tries so hard. he wouldnt learn as quickly as sebastian did (partly because he's got canon learning issues and cuz sebs demon ass retains info faster than a human) BUT he could get help from tanaka too and over the years become better and better. and he absolutely would still do the gardening, it would tire him out so much but he'd be so dedicated that ciel wouldnt have the heart to tell him to hire a new gardener. with every cup of blood he serves he'd put a flower on the tray for ciel who tells him its silly but always takes the flowers and holds them like a lovesick teenager when finny leaves the room <3

god and to add in some vampire flavor, whenever ciel is sick or injured, he immediately will offer up his wrist or neck or anything else for ciel so his blood will help him heal faster, and if anyone says anything about it he simply states "i'm ciels right hand man, of course I would do this for him ^-^" (while secretly getting really excited and lovestruck whenever ciels got his teeth in him because he chose finny to drink from and not someone else)

im too tired to think of any more at the moment but i love this still and thank you for this ask

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ryttu3k · 24 days

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Dark Urge past life questions feat. Tavias, by @daemon-in-my-head , original post here! Um, content warnings for Durge's… everything, and also Orin's… everything, and also misgendering, general gender fuckery, and discussion of pregnancy.

Previous character development posts - personal timeline, 'after the Nautiloid' early game questions, set of 30 questions, assorted questions 1, assorted questions 2, and views and thoughts on companions.

The above are all largely for post-brain-surgery Tavias, so let's dive into a look at the absolute (haha) disaster he was before. Illustration here, for visualising purposes!

Edit: More questions answered here!

1. Do they miss their adoptive family? Why or why not?

Honestly, not really. He had always felt like an outcast - he was the weird kid with scales and horns and occasional fire powers, he was the girl who kept saying he was a boy (they did more or less let him dress in a more masc way, but there was always this sort of undertone of, 'yes, okay, she says she's a boy so let's just humour the poor confused child'), he was the child with disturbingly murderous thoughts. Up to the point where he killed his foster parents, he hadn't actually hurt anyone, and the Urge hadn't actually kicked in yet, but those thoughts…

He never felt like he belonged, up to the point Sceleritas found him. He didn't look back, afterwards.

2. Did they keep anything from their old family and home? A memento or a skill perhaps?

A little training in sorcerous abilities. There had been at least one old sorcerer in the neighbourhood who had recognised that Tavias had dragon blood, and while she was actually a Storm Sorcerer herself, she was able to teach him how to control his magic at least enough to not accidentally burn down the house. Always useful!

3. When Sceleritas fetched them from their comfortable home, what did they do on their journeys? Did they take on any jobs?

It was straight to the Temple for training. His original childhood home was in the Outer City, but he had been to the Lower City often enough that it was reasonably familiar, even if the Temple itself was entirely new to him. Not much journey aspect there. For the first few years, it was entirely education - the history of Toril and its gods, especially Bhaal and all his, er, 'achievements' (somewhat embellished!), discussions on the failures of previous Bhaalspawn (mostly by Sarevok's slightly biased perspective), with the intention that Tavias would one day kill the still-living Abdel, how to really use his sorcery as a weapon, how to use… weapons as weapons, and also just general history, geography, writing, maths, social studies, et cetera. He was only still eleven years old, and while he was absolutely being groomed to take over the Cult of Bhaal, he still needed a good solid education!

4. Do they speak casually or do they try to adorn their speech with frills? Do they maybe even dare to curse?

Reasonably casually, and there is a bit of swearing - especially as a teenager. When he's speaking more 'officially', like in his capacity as the leader of the Cult, he does try to be more formal and dramatic. Sceleritas helps with writing his speeches.

5. What was their relationship with Sceleritas like? Did they like their ever-adoring butler or did they try to run from the most wretched mother hen?

Adored him. Sceleritas was a combination of parent, teacher, and best friend. Orin was his little sister (see more detail below), but Sceleritas was family in a way no one else was. Sceleritas kept him fed, dressed, clean, educated, entertained, the works. As his work started becoming more important to the cult, Sceleritas helped keep things organised on the administrative side, something Tavias… greatly appreciated, haha. After Bhaal's return when Tavias is 21, Sceleritas becomes the only one in his life that he can properly confide in - Father is rather scary, and it's only Sceleritas he can turn to to talk about his insecurities and his anxiety disorder and how he feels when the Urge takes over, and just get reassurances from him.

Basically, Sceleritas was the second-most important figure in his life after Bhaal, and the one he was closest to, since one does not get 'close' to Bhaal even when he's your Dad, and things only started getting… a little tense in that last year, after he met one Enver Gortash…

Also, Sceleritas actively let and encouraged him to murder him. Good for getting out stress after a long day, just murder (affectionately) your butler a few times!

6. Bhaal loves money; did your Durge inherit that trait? Do they enjoy luxuries or try to live a frugal life, giving their all for their temple?

Nah, he's not super fussed about it. Living in and running the Temple itself means that his finances were the Temple's finances, thankfully with Sceleritas having a good mind for budgeting! He does have a weakness for shinies and gold jewellery, but honestly, he usually just went with trophies claimed from his kills.

7. Did they have any connections or companions outside of the local underworld? If so, what were those connections like and if not, why?

Contacts, yes. More to be used as informers, and with Tavias only known as 'the Dragon of Bhaal' or just 'the Dragon' (if the Bhaal part wasn't a good idea to advertise). They'd be things like finding locations and weaknesses of future marks, keeping an eye on anyone who'd be a good potential recruit to the cult, stuff like that.

8. What was their relationship with Orin like? Did it change at some point?

Copypasting this from the character opinions post:

"So messy. She hated him, and vice versa. She was his little sister. She was his rival. She was his best friend. She was an enemy. She was his partner in crime. She was an obstacle to be taken out. She was someone to protect. She was someone to kill. She was a more deserved candidate. She was his usurper. She tried to kill him. She saved his life. They had that very peculiar relationship where two young people in deeply fucked-up circumstances develop this permanent bond - they tried to kill each other more times than either could count, but they also would kill anyone who messed with the other. He wasn't at all surprised when Orin came to kill him, and after, he ended up feeling a weird form of gratitude that she had - she had, quite unintentionally, given him a second chance at life and being a normal person. He feels guilty about having to kill her for the rest of his life, and would have given a lot for her to have another chance, too, but also knows she was just… too far gone. Yeah, messy."

Orin was his little sister. They had a weirdly codependent relationship, where a younger Tavias would consider her second only to Sceleritas in terms of importance and care and was deeply protective of her (especially when he learned about her parentage and Sarevok's plans for her), but also they routinely tried to murder each other. They have multiple scars from each other's attempts, and Tavias, at least, wore them as a point of pride. "See that one? That's from where Orin nearly successfully garotted me! :D"

The dynamic when they first met was… tense. Tavias was eleven, Orin was nine; he was the elder of the two, but Orin was the one who had grown up in the Cult, and she more or less guided her new big brother through his new life. At the same time, she deeply resented the fact that he was replacing her as Bhaal's golden child (having already survived a murder attempt from her mother two years earlier, ending in Helena's death at Orin's then-seven-year-old hands), and Tavias himself knew that one day he would have to kill her (and she would try to do the same to him) to claim their birthright. They were doomed from the beginning, and should have never been friends.

They ended up friends anyway, because she was nine and he was eleven and they were the only kids in the entire cult and neither had ever had a friend before, much less a sibling. Two lonely, isolated kids in a cult to a death god. What chance did they have?

The biggest change to their relationship came ten years after they met, in 1482, when Bhaal properly returned and officially named then-21-year-old Tavias his Chosen. Orin never forgave him for that, and would dedicate the next ten years of her life to trying to win back Bhaal's approval; Tavias, meanwhile, was now able to answer to Bhaal directly, and lost a lot of patience with her. Bhaal had chosen him! Get over it, little sister! And while you're at it, you're doing murder wrong! Like don't get me wrong, he admired her artistry, but he also knew it wasn't what Bhaal wanted. It wasn't the death in droves that would empower Bhaal to end the world. It was just… hobby murder. Add on to that that he was now feeling the Urge, Bhaal's direct influence, and their relationship just became colder.

He still cared about her. He still tried to protect her from Sarevok's, uh, consanguineous desires (and just from the knowledge of who her actual father was, too). He still made her his deputy, largely out of lack of trust in anyone else (he didn't trust her either, but at least he knew her). They still tried to kill each other a lot. It was… yeah, messy.

When she came to attack him, his reaction was, more or less, one of acceptance. "I knew it would be you," and all.

9. What would a typical meeting of the Chosen have looked like when your Durge attended?

At first, it was all nice and business-like and professional! Just three Chosen of the Dead Three, planning world domination, not trusting the others in the slightest :) Then Tavias and Gortash started getting closer and the meetings just sort of… devolved into a mess of flirting while Ketheric questioned all of his life choices while simmering in a pit of thinly-veiled contempt for both of these young idiots. Guys please have some fucking decorum -_-

10. Gortash seemed to have admired Durge, what did they do to deserve this admiration? Did they have any notable personality traits or did they impress him in some other way?

So Tavias and Gortash meet the year before the game, in 1491, when they work together to raid a museum and get back a piece of Bhaalist history. At this point, Tavias has been with the cult for nineteen of his thirty years, has been Chosen for nine years, and is rapidly formulating plans on taking over Toril with an eye to eventually enacting Bhaal's final omnicide. He still has panic attacks, but knows his triggers and early warning signals and can get away from others easily, and he appears to be the picture of absolute (haha) confidence to others, including Gortash. He's a strategist, he has an entire cult at his beck and call, he's an insanely powerful sorcerer (I hc that he's around level 14 pre-brain damage; Sarevok is level 16 due to being much older, but Tavias is more inherently powerful and so has got ridiculously high-levelled despite being barely in his thirties. Orin is on level 12), he's a terrifyingly effective killer.

And… he's interested in Gortash. He hasn't been around non-Bhaalists much since he was eleven, and he's genuinely fascinated to hear the Banite perspective, but also just learning about Gortash as a person. He's furious on Gortash's behalf when he learns about his abuse at Raphael's hands, he thinks tadpoling his neglectful parents is entirely deserved (he did initially offer to murder them for Gortash), he just… listened. And they talked. And Tavias found someone else who knew what it was like, having the burden of being Chosen on you, having a contentious relationship with relatives, with the isolation of their positions.

He liked Gortash a lot too. He liked his pragmatism and determination. He liked how he rose above the shit deal he had been pushed into and had made his own success. He liked his technological genius, his grand ideas, his sense of humour. It was very much a mutual admiration and attraction and, even if neither actually acknowledged it, love. Oh, sure, he was entirely intending on taking over the Chosen alliance and enacting Bhaal's omnicide mission, but he totally would have killed Gortash last <3

(They definitely talked about the sexiest way to murder each other. It's totally normal to talk about evisceration in bed, right.)

11. The other cultists. How did your Durge view them? Did they enjoy their following or did they dread being idolised?

They were… there. He knew Father needed followers, but he didn't really want to have much to do with them. He knew they looked up to him, and okay, that's to be expected as the leader of the cult, but he thought very little of them, they were just sort of… another asset of the Temple to make use of. Plus side, if any of them pissed him off and he killed one, it both worked as a warning for the others, and still fulfilled Bhaal's murder mandate!

12. Durge gave a gold coin to a beggar once; why did they do it? Did this occur regularly?

Honestly probably at least a few times! Getting out of the Temple and getting to be amongst people was quite a novelty, Tavias enjoyed talking to people about non-work-related things, he probably had a decent conversation with the beggar and was like, well, okay, I'll help out :) I'll murder you later, but I have shit to do, so why don't you get something nice to eat?

13. Orin has her faithful group of changelings. Did your Durge have a similar 'personal guard' or task force at their back and call?

Nope. Sceleritas was more or less it. Oh, there were absolutely cultists who desperately wanted to be part of his personal guard, he just… didn't want to. No thanks!

14. Durge famously acted as an assassin in the last decade or so. What was that like? Did they plan everything out meticulously, or did they act spontaneously and on whims?

Much more planned out, although there was still time and space for some nice spontaneous murder! He'd make plans like, who would be most effective to kill to lead on to other deaths? So assassinating a brilliant tactical leader, so they'd be replaced by someone far less effective, leading to more soldiers being killed on the battlefield, or the like. Or framing people so others would go after them, stuff like that. Same justification Sceleritas uses when he tells Tavias to kill Isobel - her one death would lead to a cascading wave of even more deaths.

And then sometimes it'd just be like, you know what, this guy needs a-killin', but that was more on their days off~

15. Bhaal handcrafted Durge. Do they enjoy and worship their appearance, or did they have a rebellious phase, trying their best to change their Lord Father's grand design?

Haha so. He was very self-conscious about his horns and scales as a kid. When he learned he had been, like, bespoke made, he started appreciating them more, and would actively draw attention to them with adornments, using gold metallic makeup to make the scales show up more, keeping them polished and, in the case of his horns, sometimes painted, stuff like that. He likes his gold eyes and hair. Bhaal's golden dragon. Cool stuff :)

But ooh boy did Bhaal ever drop the ball when it came to other aspects of his body. See, Bhaal accidentally gave him a girl body! And that's Not Right at all, and Tavias knew that from a fairly young age. He was so gratified when he told Sceleritas, who had just picked him up from his freshly-murdered foster parents, that he was a boy, actually, and Sceleritas said that he approved and so would Bhaal - he murdered his previous self, that's an awesome murder! So yeah, Bhaal might have given him a girl body, but that's okay, it was just so Tavias could murder his previous self as he found his real belonging.

He was… less keen when he realised that while Bhaal was happy to give him a flat chest and more masculine build, he was not about to get rid of his reproductive abilities. Bhaal wanted Tavias to reproduce, and the fact that the only way that would happen would be Tavias being pregnant… well, 'gave him the screaming icks' is probably a bit of an understatement. So that was one area where he very much rebelled against Father's design, because he was absolutely positively not going to get pregnant and give birth, nooo thank you!

(Distressingly, Bhaal didn't actually respond in a negative way to Tavias' eventual relationship with Gortash, mostly because Bhaal was lowkey hoping Tavias would get pregnant from it. If it took carrying a Banite's child to get more baby Bhaalspawn, so be it!)

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