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daylite-writes · 3 months

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I just read your two platonic Lyney posts and I gotta toss this thought to you. Enabler Freminet to finish off the trio. He obviously wouldn’t take a active role like Lynette did but he would be able to help Lyney in other ways!

Platonic Yandere Freminet (PT 3 of Platonic Yandere Lyney)

These two asks were related, so I figured I’d do both at once! Ahh… enabler Freminet! He’s a little bit of a soft yandere at the end. Reader calms down a bit after this, so I think this may be the end. Glad y’all liked this series :D

cws: previous kidnapping, platonic yandere, crying, child!reader

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It wasn’t the first time you’d met Freminet. He often trailed just behind his siblings when they did street shows. He wasn’t often mentioned by name, but he was… an extension of them. Part of their family.

A family Lyney and Lynette both decided you were part of now.

It was a week or two after being taken before you saw Freminet for the first time. He shuffled into the room, pushed inside lightly by Lyney before the door was shut, locking you two in.

“Have fun!” Lyney said from outside the door.

You stared at him from your spot on the bed—the eighth to hide under it was gone after the twins blocked it off—wide eyed, a little scared.

The strangest thing was him almost seeming to share your apprehension.

He stared back, wide eyed. “Um.”

You shot him a small glare, grabbing the blanket and tossing yourself under it.

“…okay.” You heard from under your blanket, his voice distant due to the barrier of fabric.

You stayed under there a while, half expecting to be dragged out the way Lynette did sometimes, when you needed to eat.

Freminet stayed quiet as well, taking a couple steps before a russling sound was heard, then silence.

A few minutes later, you peeked your head part way out, finding him sitting on the floor, legs crossed, leaned against the wall, sitting silently.

He noticed you looking, almost jumping a bit. Was he… scared of you? What?

“…Lyney… um… wants me to spend some time with you. I-I know you don’t want to talk to me, so I’ll… let you do whatever. Knowing him, he locked us in. You know, to bond...”

“Lyney’s dumb.”

“He’s a good person. He wants to be a good brother to you.”

“… he locked us both in here.”

“To bond.”

“That’s dumb. Lyney’s dumb.”

“Stop saying that. Just…” Freminet sighed. “I don’t want to be here if you don’t want me here. But I’d like to get to know you?”

You shot him another, small glare. Unimpressed. He sighed, anxiety rolling off him.

Still, he decided to speak, starting to introduce himself formally. “My name is Freminet, I like engineering and diving. This is Pers.”

He presented a small clockwork penguin, about the size of your head. The little machine was delicately cupped in his palms, as if it was something precious.

“I made him when I was about your age… before I met Lyney and Lynette. Back then, he was my only real friend. Then I got to meet the twins, and they also became my friends, and my siblings.”

“Well he’s neither for me.” You crossed your arms. “He—he’s mean.”

Freminet tilted his head, face blank. “You’d die out there eventually. Or get picked up by someone who’d do awful, awful things to you. They were. You shouldn’t be so ungrateful.”

“I-I don’t need to be grateful!” You hissed at him, gaining no reaction. “I-I… what do you mean they were?”

Freminet remained silent a moment, before sighing. “That’s not for me to say. Let’s… let’s talk about Pers. I can make you one if you like. What’s your favorite color?”

“Don’t want your dumb penguin…” you mumbled. Freminet blinked. “Wanna go home.”

“Where?”

“Outside.”

“Winter’s coming. They aren’t harsh in Fontaine, but the rain will give you hypothermia. You’ll freeze to death if you were caught in it.”

“I… I don’t care.”

“… you’re so stubborn? In the last few weeks, have you even thought about the cold once?”

You sniffed. “Shut up.”

“That’s rude. Don’t say that.”

“Shut up! Let me out!

Freminet stood, nervously approaching the bed. You’d curled up, body shaking. Your cries were muffled. When had you learnt to cry quietly? Perhaps a way to avoid Lyney hearing and checking on you.

He hesitated a moment, before picking you up, gathering you in his arms. “Shhh…”

“Freminet… please let me out.” Your sobs wracked your body. “Please…”

“… I should call Lyney.”

“No! Freminet—no. I don’t wanna talk to him. I-I want…”

Freminet sat on the bed with you in his arms. You’d buried your face in his shoulder. Slowly, he ran an uncertain hand down your back.

“I don’t know…”

“That’s okay.”

“I-I’m scared…”

“No one will hurt you. Not here.” Freminet promised. “So long as our family stands. We’ll kill them.”

For a family with two performers and a diver, he seemed… honest, about tearing anyone who touches you apart. Eyes blurred with tears, you lifted your head to look at him.

His face was even, flat. Relaxed, you could say. With you in his arms, he seemed content. Gently, he shushed you again, guiding your head back to his shoulder.

“You are Lyney’s sibling, and you are mine. Nothing will hurt you so long as I live.” He swore, as if it was reassuring.

…it almost was.

~~~

#platonic yandere #platonic yandere lyney #platonic yandere Freminet #genshin impact #soft yandere #yandere genshin impact

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the-knightmare · 5 months

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My second entry for @roudiseshipweek. Didn't intend to have my only two fics bookend the week, but that's how it goes sometimes.

Also on A03

The scent of pine filled the small apartment, and Louise could still feel the sticky feel of sap on her hands from dragging it up the stairs that morning. She had been eager to have it up, waking up and heading to the lot just as they opened. Now, as she watched the branches slowly settle, her stomached clenched with nerves.

Rudy didn’t know about the tree. Conveniently, she had left a few minutes after he had gone for his turn of picking up the weekly groceries. They had been living together for just under three months, with her kinda-boyfriend joining the lease after Gene took a job offer at a sound production studio a couple towns over and decided to live closer to work.

Kinda-boyfriend was the label she had decided on mentally, as even at the age of twenty when they held hands, shared a bed occasionally, and had kissed, they hadn’t quite given a name to what was between them.

Not that Louise minded. It was easier for them to be best friends and roommates that sometimes did romantic things. Though her mom and Tina called Rudy her boyfriend and she didn’t correct them. Rudy’s parents also referred to her as his girlfriend at their ‘We’re Still a Family’ dinners. When she had thought about it as she had wrestled the tree though the door, the label of boyfriend/girlfriend didn’t disgust her.

She liked how it sounded, actually.

Maybe it was time to talk about what their relationship was and how she didn’t want to just be roommates anymore.

But now that she had the tree, aided by her parents, Louise found her thoughts spiraling. The scent seemed strong, could it irritate Rudy’s lungs? Would he hate that she had gone ahead and gotten a Christmas tree without discussing it first? Especially when Louise didn’t even know if he celebrated Christmas.

“Oh god, this could mess everything up,” Louise muttered to herself. She had read enough of Tina’s romance magazines as a kid to know that holidays caused the most trouble.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice the six-foot pine tree in their living room? No, Rudy would be able to smell it if he someone managed to not see it. Just as Louise had settled on hiding the tree in her room, she heard the door unlock.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I had a hard time finding those chocolate chip scones you like at the bakery, so I grabbed an extra gingerbread man.” Rudy called as he entered the joint dining room kitchen of the apartment.

She heard the rustle of grocery bags and knew she should go help put things away. But she also felt frozen to the spot. There wasn’t much time to think of a solution, but maybe-

“I thought I could smell pine when I came in.”

Rudy stood beside her, silently offering her the previously mentioned gingerbread man that was an identical twin to one he had already bitten into.

“What do you think? If it’s too much we can get rid of it, and I never asked if you wanted to do Christmas,” Louise ripped an arm off the cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, shutting herself up.

“I like it,” Rudy said simply, taking another bite of cookie.

“You sure?”

“Yup, it’s a good size, nice colour, and will fit any ornaments we have from our childhoods.”

Louise chewed on her cookie as she took in what Rudy said.

“You have Christmas tree ornaments?”

“My mom celebrates, so there’s bins of ornaments piled up at home. We can fill in the spaces that your ornaments don’t cover,” Rudy said, inspecting the small box Louise had gotten from her parents that day.

“We can start decorating today, get a head start and pick up the rest the next time we visit my mom?”

Louise nodded and picked up a popsicle stick framed picture of her family that she had made in second grade to hang on the tree. They made quick work of the small amount in the box. Eventually, when they ran out, Lousie busied herself arranging the stockings, then moving the furniture back that had been moved during the tree installment. Anything that kept her busy, her mind occupied away from how to start an awkward conversation.

She didn’t even notice that Rudy had disappeared until a light tap on her should brought her out of her mind. Evening had come, and the sun setting through the curtains provided the perfect atmosphere to appreciate the multi-colored lights of Christmas tree lights.

Stepping away from Rudy, Louise plugged in the lights then stepped back. Her shoulders brushed Rudy’s as she took in the festive sight of their living room.

“Hey, Louise?” Rudy starts as they stand admiring their handiwork in the dim of the tree’s lights.

“Yeah?”

Rudy shifts next to her, “I’ve been thinking about how to ask this since I moved in, but, um… I figured I could borrow some of your bravery and just go for it.”

Louise smiled as Rudy fumbled for the words. Just as she was going to suggest trying on her old bunny ears for courage, when he suddenly took her hands and knelt down with a ring appearing out of nowhere,

“I know it’s only been three years since we started officially dating, but if I’m being honest, I’ve loved you since fourth grade. Ever since our first adventure as field trip buddies, I knew I wanted to keep getting into trouble with you. I would love nothing more than for you to drag me along on adventures for the rest of my life.

Louise, will you marry me?”

Louise felt herself become breathless as she sorted through the thoughts and feelings. Confusion warred with the swell of affection as she came to fully realize how much she loved Rudy, and the two led her to freeze. In the game of chance that was her glitched brain, Louise blurted out the first thing that would come out of her mouth:

“What do you mean we’ve been dating for three years?”

As soon as she said it, she knew it was not the answer she was supposed to give to a proposal.

Taking his hands back as if her skin burned, Rudy winced and stood up. Shuffling a few steps away, her best friend (and boyfriend?) didn’t look at her as he mumbled something about misinterpreting signals.

“No, no, Rudy, hey, look at me,” Louise reached out and took his hand, “I guess I should cut Tina more slack, because I’ve just misread our relationship for years. Honestly, I was thinking about talking to you about wanting to be official since I though we were only casually a thing.”

Noticing Rudy’s face twisting, Louise felt a twang of panic. Somehow, she had made a bad situation even worse.

“I mean, I want to stay together and in hindsight we have acted like a couple since forever, especially since you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than your own. And I like that! Please don’t get me wrong, Rudy. I love you.”

As she spoke, Rudy’s face turned redder and redder. Just as she spoke out her confession, Rudy burst out with a fit of laughter. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he bent double. Louise frowned, before a matching laugh bubbled out of her throat, and she was leaning on Rudy’s shoulder as she gasped.

Coughing, Rudy straightened up and took her hand again. She got the last of her breath back in control as a thumb ran along her knuckles. Looking up at her boyfriend, Louise found an expression of open affection on his face as he stared back at her.

“So, I never answered you properly,” Louise said.

“No, I suppose you didn’t,” Rudy replied, “but if you wanted to just stay dating for real for now that’s oka-”

“No! No, I do, or I will, or whatever the right way to say yes is. I want to marry you. We can figure out the start of our relationship later.”

A smile brighter than the Wonder Wharf tree lit up Rudy’s face.

“It gives us a story to tell at the wedding,” Louise added as Rudy slipped the ring on her.

“Yeah, so long as you’re okay with a Jewish wedding.”

Admiring the small, simple pink diamond, Louise smiled, “I don’t care if we go to the courthouse like my parents, whatever wedding you want is fine by me.”

“Sounds good to me. Oh, and by the way, happy first day of Hannukah.”

“That’s today? Oh crap, I forgot we were going to your dad’s tonight,” Louise said, pulling away from an amused Rudy to get changed.

He followed shortly after, changing into a nice shirt and hat his grandmother had given him the year before.

“I think we’ll blow my cousins promotion out of the water at dinner, so long as you can stomach being asked about when we’re having kids.”

“Have you met my mom? She’s already asked me about it after you moved in,” Louise said pausing, “wait did you propose today so that you could upstage your cousin?”

Rudy rubbed the back of his head bashfully, “I mean, kinda? The proposal is real, but I wanted to ask by tonight and kept losing my nerve.”

“That’s devious, Rudy! I love it.”

They continued their comfortable banter as they finished getting ready and left the apartment. Louise couldn’t help the smile that grew at the thought of being married to her best friend for the rest of her life.

#roudise #roudiseshipweek #louise belcher #regular sized rudy #bob's burgers fanfic

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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I love how jotaro is just a cryptid in most of your aus, especially golden wind.

Just how many crypt traits carry over from au to au? Just... make a cryptid jotaro. Cryptid Ocean Man Au.

ERGHERJGRDRCBDGF

What if Holly ended up visiting the Foundation when she was a young woman and there was a Containment Breach, during which she accidentally found this small kid and logically decides "okay, it's dangerous right now, gotta keep this kid safe" and lets the little Jotaro into her hiding spot. Maybe she even gives him a candy she had in her bag (Holly seems like to kind of person who'd have the Magic Bag Of Everything and no matter what you need or want she's got it)

and on his end of things Jotaro's decided "I've only known this woman for a few minutes but if anything happened to her I'd kill everyone here and then myself"

And then once he's been contained again and Holly goes back home, he just. Keeps managing to break out and always manages to make his way back to her. Doesn't matter what security measures they use or if they relocate him to the other side of the world, he always manages to get out and just chills with Holly, even if it's just for a couple hours

eventually (with some very convincing arguments and a whole slideshow from Holly), they end up just. Letting Holly keep him because aside from when he breaks out, he's not actually doing any harm and seems to genuinely only want to be with her. They do set some very strict guidelines on what Jotaro is and isn't allowed to do and make it clear that any trouble will get him right back to the facility, and some of the Foundation workers who check in probably aren't..... the kindest to him, but Holly is a damn good mother and more than makes up for it

I'll admit I don't know too much about SCPs, but I had a possible thought for Jotaro's Thing

What if he has a kind of learning/mimicking/creating type thing that only affects himself with almost limitless boundaries except it has to be what he wants on a deep, internalized level. He wanted to hide and be seen as a non-threat, so he took the form of a seemingly helpless human child. He wanted to be with Holly again, so he was able to escape every time and find her no matter where he was taken. He wanted to be her son, so he seems to grow and age like a human. He wants to protect her, so he "grows up" to be big and strong and capable

But with all this knowledge, everything he knows and everything he can be...... it can blend together and leads to him being socially awkward. He has difficulties communicating and sometimes he gets stuck in loops of indecision when he can't figure out what would be the best to do or say and then can get frustrated when people don't understand what he means. His family is usually pretty good at recognizing when he has these moments, but to outsiders it can be difficult

SCP Jotaro would probably be a bit different from Canon Jotaro.

For one, I don't think he'd lash out at Holly. Even more so than in canon, Holly is one of the only people he can trust because she is one of the only people he knows will fight for him if the Foundation tries to take him back. A small part of him is terrified of her deciding one day to just let them take him, but most of him knows that she would never. She is his mother and he is her son. They protect each other.

As for another, when he does lash out, he'd have to be W A Y more careful about when and how. Skipping school and the like would be mostly fine, but getting into fights? That is a HARD no because even if he didn't start them it would still be dangerous and pose a risk toward him getting taken away again. This....... actually adds another layer to him locking himself in the cell when Star manifests and he accidentally hurts those guys

#this was so much fun to think about #initial thoughts #swcp foundation #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #star platinum #jjba holly #holly kujo #sb answers #ravenwolf1132

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saffron0v0 · 10 months

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1st patient, Shinazugawa Sanemi!

Sanemi: *exits the room*

???: !

Sanemi *turns his head and sees a young woman* uh yes, urm hi.

(I hc sanemi to be more awkward around women than genya, but is good at hiding it)

???: I'm sorry I didn't see you there! Good day to you, sir! I suppose you're the famed wind hashira. Would you like to follow me?

*they enter a room and ??? Closes the door*

???: oh dear I don't believe I introduced myself! My name is Haga Sayaki, pleasure.

Sanemi: likewise

*they sit down, and Sayaki hands him a paper he could fill out so she can base his treatment off of.*

(in my au he can read and write, it makes things easier)

Sayaki: I would just like you to know that whatever you tell me here will not be leaked out, your privacy and recovery are my top priority. While you fill the sheet out, can I ask you a few questions that aren't included in the paper?

Sanemi: *slowly nods*

Sayaki: great! I'll start. How old are you shinazugawa-san? I'm 23.

Sanemi: *mutters still feeling awkward* I'll be turning 22 soon.

Sayaki gives him a sad stare. That said 'how young.'

She continues to ask questions like:

'how long were you a demon slayer?'

'Around 5 to 6 years'

'do you have any hobbies other than demon slaying?'

'... I collect beetles *he mutters with a flush*'

'what a fun hobby! I love insects, they are very fascinating.'

'are you married? I was married 3 years ago'

'no.' *curt and firm, interesting, Sayaki was taking mental notes*

And they go back and forth for a while until he finished filling the sheet out, pausing every once in a while asking if he really had to answer some questions, to which Sayaki responds that it's his choice but it might differentiate her treatment approach. He ends up answering most of the questions, leaving out the familial relationship category.

Sayaki reads the paper and slightly nods.

Sayaki: Shinazugawa-san, it seems to me that you have a struggle with keeping relationships, and I've heard rumors of your brother. I'm so very sorry for your loss. You have my deepest condolences.

And a moment of silence was between the two before Sayaki spoke up.

Sayaki: I also heard another rumor... It said you weren't on the best terms, so could you tell me about that?

Sanemi:....

Sayaki: Shinazugawa-san. Here you'll have to eventually get out of your comfort zone, so take your time, I'll be waiting for your answer.

Sanemi stays silent for a few minutes, contemplating, not wanting to talk about it, but also feeling like he should make the most of this, since he'd probably never get another chance to let it out. He goes back and forth in his head before ultimately deciding to decline.

Sayaki: I see... I suppose you're still not ready to talk about that, no worries, if you ever feel ready, you can come find me later, I'll be working here as a helper, so I'll be here more often.

Sanemi: *nods dismissively*

Sayaki: as for my opinion, I think that changing your usual atmosphere, and taking long walks, picking up new hobbies would be very calming for you, you seem to be very stressed and rather troubled, so being in calming atmospheres would be better for your mental health. I'll remind you, my office is always open, so if you want someone to talk to, or even have tea with, I'll make time.

Sanemi: I see, thank you for your time. * he quickly bows and raises his hand indicating he will be taking his leave.*

Sayaki: It is my job to help, have a delightful day.

Sanemi exists and sighs loudly, he then starts silently scolding himself while heading to the garden. It was a relatively calm place, so he thought he'd go sit there a little.

Sayaki: *leaves to go to tell aoi to call the next patient, she spotted sanemi on the way, but she felt like she shouldn't interrupt*

Sayaki: Aoi-Chan! Please send in the next patient.

Aoi: of course, Sayaki-san. *she says slightly sweat dropping*

2nd patient, Agatsuma Zenitsu!

(I don't like how the art of Sayaki came out, I think that if I drew it on paper it would be better, I'll retry to draw it next time)

Edit: I changed the way the skit concluded, because it was probably not the best, I don't know any thing about psychology, but after some character study, I now know that Sanemi won't open up to someone he just met right off the bat, even if it is a doctor. Even if he did, I don't think it'd help him, it'd feel forced. And let's be honest, opening up about your decade old trauma is literally impossible to someone like Sanemi.

#kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #Mentioned shinazugawa genya #Therapy #Sanemi shinazugawa is too young for this.#Idk how to write therapy #Future hashira au #Oc #Sayaki Haga

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jaytoons7 · 1 year

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A more detailed explanation of Jay Benson's backstory

I gave an abridged version on Jay's power guide, But now I'm gonna go into a bit more detail. Explaining more about their family, How he met his girlfriend, And how they ended joining the Toppat Clan.

TW: A brief mention of child abandonment, Mentions of murder/poisoning, Brief mention of bullying, Descriptions of injuries

(I'm sorry if this isn't very good. I'm bad at explaining things)

Childhood/Family:

The circumstances of Jay's birth, As well as his birth parents, Are unknown. Jay's adopted parents (Who I haven't come up with names for yet, So I'll refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Benson) found the baby Jay seemingly abandoned near their quiet neighborhood home. They decided to take them in, Making Jay the youngest of seven kids.

In their youth, Mrs. Benson was an assassin for an underground criminal organization and Mr. Benson was said organization's cook. Mrs. Benson was known for mercilessly killing any opponent in combat, While Mr, Benson would simply poison the food of anybody he deemed a threat.

They eventually fell in love and left the organization before having their first child. Mrs. Benson currently works as an office manager while Mr. Benson is a stay at home dad.

Despite being former criminals and merciless killers, They both love all of their children very deeply and wanted to give all of them a normal life, Including Jay.

Eventually, Jay started going to school. It quickly turned hellish for them once he started getting picked on for their "eccentric" behavior. As a result, Jay didn't have a lot of friends growing up, And things only got harder once his fire powers started showing up, Which they desperately tried to keep at bay.

As they got older, Jay started having an interest in baking, Gained from helping his dad in the kitchen. And once they graduated high school, Jay left his quiet neighborhood for the big city to broaden his horizons.

Early Adulthood:

Jay managed to find a semi cheap apartment and got a job as an assistant baker at a nearby bakery.

Sometime after they got their job, Jay met Hazel Juniper, A college student studying journalism. She saw a rude customer yelling at Jay and stuck up for him. After that was sorted out, Jay gave Hazel a cookie as thanks and when Hazel went to pay for it, Jay told her it was on the house.

The next day, Hazel came back to buy some breakfast because she really loved the cookie that Jay baked. This became a daily occurrence and the two got to know each other a lot better.

After a few months, Jay began forming a crush on Hazel and one day offered to take Hazel to a café after his shift. After they enjoyed their time there, Jay asked her if she would be their girlfriend. Hazel happily said yes and the two officially started dating.

Things started going really well for Jay. They liked their job, He had a girlfriend who they loved very deeply, And he even adopted a puppy who he named Spot. Life couldn't be any better for Jay, Until...

The CCC and Toppat Clan:

Jay spent most of their life simply trying to ignore his powers, Almost never really using them. But you know how if you keep trying to hold water in a balloon, It will eventually burst? Recently, Jay has had sudden power bursts. It wasn't a huge deal at first, Mostly just leaving small fires that could easily be put out. But soon, Jay's power bursts became more powerful and more dangerous.

This eventually got the attention of the CCC, Who hoped to study Jay and the source of his powers. But Jay didn't want to be used as a lab rat, So once some CCC employees arrived for them, Jay immediately fled.

As Jay ran through the city, They noticed people wearing top hats having a stand-off with the police. As stupid of an idea as it was, Jay ran into the crossfire to hopefully lose the CCC.

Jay hid behind a nearby car, Where a Toppat named Witch was also hiding. She asked who Jay was and why a regular civilian was getting caught up in this crossfire. Jay explained that he was only trying to hide from some people that were after them.

Witch offered to keep Jay safe until the people who were after him left, Already having a feeling that she knew exactly who these people were. That's when the fight suddenly escalated. Some officers suddenly went after Witch, Who tried to defend herself and Jay with her magic.

But Witch couldn't keep it up forever, As using so much of her magic was beginning to exhaust her. Everything going on around them was causing Jay to panic. He just stood in fear, Unable to help...

Until they changed into their Flare Form for the first time, Summoning a blue fox made of fire. The fox started attacking the officers that were attacking Witch. Jay himself started fighting off officers using the fire powers that they had kept bottled up for so long, Giving many Toppats the chance to retreat.

Jay was on complete autopilot, Almost as if they'd done this before. But almost as quickly as it came, Exhaustion hit Jay and they turned back into their regular form. He went unconscious right before hitting the ground.

Jay woke up again in the medbay, With Witch explaining that she brought him to the airship. Jay landed on the hard cement, Causing them to have several cuts and bruises littering his body, As well as a large cut across their chest that would leave a permanent scar.

Jay spent a day in the medbay, With Witch keeping them company, Before the chief requested to talk to Jay in person. Jay was pretty damn scared to talk to whoever this guy was, But was surprised when the person introducing himself as Reginald was surprisingly polite towards him.

Reginald explained that several Toppats reported to him about a "person with fire powers" who suddenly started attacking a bunch of officers and was the reason they were able to make it back to the airship. Reginald went on to offer Jay a place in the clan, Saying that he can guarantee they will protected from anybody that may come after them.

Jay was a bit reluctant to accept, Considering this was a clan of criminals. But he wanted to avoid the CCC until they moved on to a different city. So, Jay accepted Reginald's offer and became a recruit for the Toppat Clan.

Present:

At first, Jay wasn't exactly sure what their role in the clan would be. He didn't have be best aim when firing guns and going out on any huge raids stressed them out.

But during a meeting, Jay made a few suggestions for a heist's plan. Said heist was a success and Jay was made into one of the heist planners.

Jay was able to practice controlling their powers, With the help of Witch. He learned not to be ashamed of them and now uses them proudly. They even managed to make a few friends like Burt, Five Eyes, Gremlin, and Witch, Who he sort of sees as a cool older sister.

Any signs of the CCC soon died down in Jay's city and they were able to start visiting their girlfriend again. Although, He keeps his status as a Toppat Clan member a secret from her.

Jay originally joined the Toppat Clan to avoid capture, But he soon grew to genuinely like their role as the clan's heist planner.

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #sticksona #jay benson #hazel juniper #thsc witch #reginald copperbottom #jay rambles

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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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So, Pet Dream AU. How does the reveal go?

I actually really love the heartbreaking imagery of him automatically transforming back when he feels loved and safe, and how he has to stop himself from feeling either of those things if he wants to actually keep them. (;-; That’s so sad, what.) But it’s also worth mentioning that he IS stuck like this for a while regardless, so while he might transform back for a few minutes or so, being a little blob is kind of…not his choice rn. Which means he will be helpless if anyone decides to hurt him, and he knows it. (Also he really does need to stay in this form for a while as he recovers. He’s probably planning to transform back as soon as he feels like he’s able to not collapse instantly anymore, but that would also be something that would hurt him even more.)

I kind of like the idea of him shifting back in front of everyone, overwhelmed by how much they obviously care for him — only for them to stare at him in shock and the panic making him instantly revert back to being a blob, instead of only after the initial feeling gradually subsided. So now he’s a tiny helpless blob in front of a mob of people with every reason to punt him across the map.

Of course he books it, what else is he gonna do?

He doesn’t make it far, though. Not because he’s not a good hider, but because he’s simply not in good shape. He’s still pretty malnourished, as well as heavily injured, and he’s been sedentary in a closed box for a year. Not to mention that he’s devastated. He had everything he’d wanted for years, and he ruined it! He wants to scream, curse, kick himself — but mostly he just wants to cry.

Meanwhile, everyone is freaking the fuck out because what the hell was that? Probably a whole host of emotions is going on right then, for everyone. But…eventually they actually start to use their heads, and realize that — wait a minute, the little blob — Dream — wasn’t acting like they’d normally expect Dream to act. Dream had been helping them as a blob. He’d point out flaws in a paranoid Tommy’s base defenses for him to patch up. He’d nuzzle into Quackity’s cheeks whenever he stayed up at night crying about Charlie and also his lost loves, using his fur to dry his tears. He’d play fight with Michael, gently and happily keeping the toddler occupied as Tubbo and Ranboo watched with amusement from the sidelines. And sure, maybe some of that could have been manipulation — but all of it? It just wouldn’t make sense.

Maybe Punz spills the beans, or at least some of the beans. Maybe he tells them that Dream just wanted his family back, and that he had a plan for it. Maybe he dips a toe in the water to see how they react. Nobody knows what to think anymore, but they all decide that they should at least TRY to find him. Especially because it has started to rain.

Quackity’s the one to find him. Again, Dream hadn’t made it very far. He had ended up hiding under some bushes, wet and shivering and obviously very distressed. And sure, Quackity doesn’t like Dream. Quackity made it his goal to torture Dream to the point where the man would rather commit suicide than live another day. But Quackity loved that little blob, and the image of that little white blob soaked with rain and crying in little distressed chirps — he just can’t stand it. So he talks in that little soft voice he’d reserved specifically for the little blob, and he successfully coaxes him out of his hiding spot, and he finally manages to pick him up and cradle him in his arms before sending a note to everyone that he found Dream, and that they’ll be at the community house.

i’m going to burst into actual tears like the plot twists and the ducking rain and omg your story telling skills are incredible and i am as distressed as a tiny wet weakened blob rn omfgggf /pos

(discussions wnsjcjxjwhwb)

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HIM TRANSFORMINF AND THEN STRAIGHT AWAY TRANSFORMING baCK is perfect 😭😭 that’s so sad because he’d be so mad and upset that he had ruined everything but also so incredibly scared :(( and once again he runs but by his luck it starts rAINing 😖

perhaps the first reactions from everyone is to actually run after him, but it’s punz that holds them back — purely to ensure that they’re not running to harm him. he explains dream’s situations and the reasoning behind his blob transformations,, and takes a lot of the blow of peoples anger and confusion (let’s them all yell at him purely so they don’t yell at him)

meanwhile quackity’s the one that branches off, wandering off in the rain to search for the little white blob that he has grown so attached to. it is virtually impossible to imagine sharing the same vulnerability with dream that he had shared with this little blob. but if the human dream that he had despised for so long truly had a softer, genuine side to him,, then quackity felt that it was worth it to truly find out and understand. and more than that, he feels that dream is worthy of help

he finds dream in a bush, not far away from where he had started running at all (cries 😭) and takes a seat next to the bush to monologue to him lmao. but like explaining how much dream has helped him, and asking him why dream did it? was it manipulative? did you actually want to help? was he being used? he’s still soaking wet in the rain, his beanie has just about soaked through and he can barely see through the raindrops on his eyelashes

eventually dreams shivering blob figure manages to drag itself out from the bush,, . hesitantly. his head is dropped in shame, and he is saturated. he looks up at quackity with the saddest most heartbreaking expression quackity has ever seen, and produces a whimpered chirp that quackity absolutely recognises as an apology. he looks pathetic, and quackity has no choice but to scoop him up. he simply cannot stand the sight of the blob that had created so much joy for him, being so broken and scared. he tucks him into his dress shirt — wincing at the feeling of his cold, wet body against his skin — and carries him back to the community house

he dries dream off and feeds him soup fzgshbvkxks. he speaks to him and unloads all his feelings. he laughs when dream tries to consume his complimentary bread roll whole. they light a campfire on the community roof once the rain stops. quackity holds dream up in his palm so that he can appreciate the view of the server better. quackity can’t stop asking if this is truly what dream wants, to get along like this, no tricks or strategy. dream makes it clear that he does. he proves his point by leaping up to nuzzle into quackity’s neck. quackity giggles and calls him a little fuck,, and then catches him and wiggles his own finger around dreams neck.

they stay up on the rooftop all night, knowing that by morning the rest of the server would find quackitys note and would be on their way to confront dream. quackity has already made up his mind though :’)

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#WHY IS THIS ONE SO SAD #BUT ALSO SO CUTE #AHHHHHH #llama asks #soup the destroyer #Soups Pet Blob AU

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Hello again tumblr! People asked for my new rottmnt au, and I shall give it!

The Anastasia au as I am calling it, is not an Anastasia au, but is called The Anastasia au because we have one character suffering from amnesia most of their life missing a family they don't remember, and the family searching desperately for the character with amnesia.

It starts when the turtles are little kids, Raph is 10, Leo and Donnie are 9, and Mikey is 8. They all have brand new friendship bracelets that Mikey made them, the colours of the bracelets correspond to the colours of their brothers, so Leo's bracelet is orange, red, and purple, Mikey's is red, purple, and blue and so on for the rest. One day Leo wants to go up to the surface, but splinter tells them that they can't go up to the surface today. He doesn't give the boys a reason but he does have a reason, that reason being that he is having a bad day mentally and can barely get out of bed and his boys are too young to go out by themselves. He doesn't give the kids a reason because he is ashamed of his self perceived inability to be a good dad, but he does tell them they can go out the next day.

Leo, however, still wants to go to the surface, and after seeing that his dad isn't feeling good, even if he doesn't know why he isn't feeling good, is even more determined to go so that he can get something to make his dad feel better. So he convinces his brothers to sneak out to the surface to get something to make splinter feel less sad.

So the boys are out on the surface, trying to figure out what they should get their dad when they get attacked by some yoki. (I haven't figured out why the yoki attack them yet, probably just gonna be that thing terrible people do where they beat up weaker people to make themselves feel strong.) At the end of the attack all the boys are injured and out cold except for Leo who is still conscious despite the multiple head wounds and concussions he has. Leo is understandably freaking out and after hiding his brothers behind a dumpster runs off to get home and get splinter since little nine year old Leo can't carry all of his brothers at once.

On his way home however, he gets spotted by a group of very violent and very mean humans, who decide to beat up the weird looking and already injured kid they just saw. Leo is also able to escape this encounter, but not with out receiving even more injuries and head trauma. He is also very lost and has no clue how to get home. He eventually finds his way to the Hiden city somehow and then passes out in an alley way because the adrenaline finally wore off and baby boy had a really bad day.

The next day Draxum is just out and about in the Hiden city for reasons when he hears the sounds of soft crying and decides to check it out for other reasons that I haven't figured out yet. What he finds is one of the turtles that he mutated a few years back, very sad looking, very cute, and very injured. He goes up to the kid and asks him what's wrong. He finds out that the kid seems to be suffering from amnesia, likely in part caused by the head injuries he can see and some that he can't see, but what the kid can remember is that he is 9 years old, he has three brothers and a dad, he and his brothers are colour coded, and he (incorrectly) remembers that his family is dead and that it's his fault. Draxum asks him if he can remember his name and the kid after thinking on it for a while says he thinks it might have been Narin. Draxum, being hit with a sudden wave of dad instincts but not knowing it, decides to take Narin in. He did make him after all, and while the other three turtle are dead, he can still use this one to help him wipe out the human race. So Draxum picks up the kid, tells him that he had helped create him and that he will take care of Narin now.

Meanwhile on the surface, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey all wake up, see that Leo is missing, and run home to tell splinter what happened so that they can go find Leo. Splinter, as you can imagine, is not having a good time and blames himself for Leo going missing, reasoning with himself that if he has just not been pathetic and had gotten out of bed and been a good father that his children would not be hurt and Leo would not be missing. The Hamato's search high and low looking for Leo, but are never able to find him. Splinter feels incredibly guilty, but this situation ends up giving him motivation to power through the bad days to make sure that he never loses another son again, even if this motivation can be unhealthy and harmful to himself at times. He also might become a bit over protective, I haven't decided yet. Tell me what you guys think.

Over time each Hamato eventually comes to accept the fact that Leo is probably dead (this realization hitting Donnie the hardest because disaster twins superiority) except for Mikey, who has declared that he will never stop looking for Leo, and who insists that he can feel that Leo is still alive. (Baby boi's really strong in the mystic arts it's just that nobody knows it yet)

Over in the hidden city, Draxum gets Narin patched up and checked out by multiple doctors who come to the conclusion that the only problems caused by the brain damage is the amnesia and the occasional violent mood swing. Narin also has a scar on his temple from that day. Draxum then has to figure out how to be a dad to a kid who is morning a family he can't remember and his dealing with some major behavior issues because of it. Narin is not an easy kid to raise because of all his trauma and the effects it has on him. Draxum is not shy about telling Narin about his plans to genocide the human race and Narin, who has vague memories of being attacked by humans the same day his family 'died' and has decided that humans killed them, is all for the human extermination and gets more into it then Draxum does, which worries Draxum because he's pretty sure no kid should be that murderous.

Narin ends up having a good childhood, as good a childhood someone can get when they have as many issues as he does from both physical trauma and mental trauma. He's still our goofy Leo, just two steps to the left and teetering on the edge between slightly less stable and completely unstable. He always keeps the friendship bracelet on him and when it got too small to fit his wrist he put it on a necklace. He also has the blue bandana that he was wearing the day Draxum found him wrapped around his wrist because I think it would look cool. Narin is also, as you can imagine, very protective of Draxum. He lost his family once, he's not going to again.

Eventually we get to the plot, and the ninjas find their way into Draxum's lab to rescue April and Mayhem. Because of the outfit that Narin wears, which includes a mask that covers his entire head and features a pattern only slightly inspired by Deadpool's mask, don't recognize him as Leo, their missing and presumed dead brother, and just think he is a worryingly murderous turtle ninja. And Narin for his part sees these three 'yoki' turtle brothers who are colour coded like his brothers and takes that as a personal insult. Needless to say, Narin doesn't like them, and what Narin doesn't like, Narin kills, with Draxum's permission. And as for Draxum he doesn't realize that these three new turtles are the other three turtles he mutated, because Narin told him that they were dead and who was he to doubt his son's eye witness account? Of course, he does put the prices together and realizes that these are the three missing turtles, but that leaves him with a bit of a predicament. He could tell Narin that the brothers he misses very much are actually alive because that would make Narin happy and Draxum wants his son to be happy, but on the flip side Narin's mental state is very unstable and telling him has a very high chance of ending with Narin having one of his worse episodes and trying to kill Draxum for the 'ill tasting joke'. Which in turn would send Narin into a rapid downward spiral. Draxum eventually decides that he will tell Narin, but he has to wait for the right time or else Narin could fall off the edge into the completely unstable side with no way of getting back.

That's all for now! @cosmi-trashbin , @xandriagreat , @goosebumpsturtlegal , and @disastertwins9000 all expressed interest in hearing about this au when I teased about it yesterday, so I'm @ing y'all to let you know it's here! Hope you guys enjoy!

Also if I can get some suggestions for the parental title that Narin gives to Draxum, that would be really great! Thanks!

#au #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #The Anastasia au #rise leo #seperated au #kinda #its kinda a seperated au #angst #rise raph #rise mikey #rise donnie #rise draxum #found family

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hello friends! i'm mirie (she/they, 21+, cst). under the cut you can find out a little about deul here. the link to his profile is here if you would prefer a somewhat shorter version though. there's also a few plot ideas below the cut.

BACKGROUND

born in mokpo, south korea deul is the youngest of three boys. his elder brothers haeoreum and eutteum are eight and six years older than him respectively making deul the baby of the family

both his parents doted on deul because of this, there was also a good amount of babying that came from haeoreum and eutteum since they both took being a big brother to deul pretty seriously

deul started dancing around the time he was eight, at the time it was just a fun after school activity but it very quickly developed into one of his passions in life and by the time he was 15 he had joined a dance crew

both deul's parents kind of encouraged deul to focus on his schooling though and so deul was not as involved as he could've been in various competitions

two years after joining the dance crew deul was streetcasted by a tiny company, neither of his parents were really confident about that though they eventually agreed to let deul begin training because they could tell he was itching to perform for real their one condition was that deul keep up with his grades

deul was very quickly put in the hotspot though as a little over six months after he signed with his company they sent him to a survival show, spoiler: deul wasn't ready in the least, second spoiler: deul only ended up placing 72 out of the 100 trainees who participated meaning that he was eliminated in the very first round

that's not to say the entire thing was a waste, deul won some hearts with his dance skill and charisma however most viewers didn't regard him as a good pick for the final group, of course though this also lead to a deluge of criticisms from the first episode through to his last and that really shook deul's confidence

for the most part though deul was forgotten by the audience

after his elimination deul ended up parting with his label mostly because he felt they had put him onto a survival show far too quickly and then didn't bother to protect him from malicious comments overall the experience was pretty rough for deul and he decided to just go back to an ordinary life for a while

after his graduation from high school the dance studio where deul had been taking lessons offered him a job as an instructor for one of their beginner classes which means a good 98.9% of his students are young children but deul had always had a soft spot for kids so it suited him just fine

he thought about sitting for college entrance exams several times but so far has always found a way to put it off until next time

deullie has always been a pretty well-liked person, he's a thoughtful communicator and a deep thinker generally someone who's just always aware of the things they're saying and how they're saying, impulsive outbursts from him happen only once in a very blue moon

on the same note though he's somewhat prone to dramatics finding himself getting easily emotional and upset, though he's always thinking about what words he wants to use next he's not as good at schooling his expressions or hiding his hurt or anger or what have you. deul, however, remains stubborn about letting people know exactly what's on his mind or sharing his emotions aloud and is quite easily embarrassed when people point out they can tell exactly what he's feeling

PLOTS

one. flirtationships, deul can't help himself he just loves to flirt. there'd be nothing too serious here...though with proper plotting maybe one of them could be a little moreso.

two. maybe a former student or two? most of his students are kids but there are a few adult beginner classes that deul has helped out with.

three. possible former contestans on his survival show? deul tries hard not to think about that time in his life but he probably created at least a few lasting friendships.

four. former labelmates maybe? other trainees or maybe even former idols who were also under deul's label? perhaps someone that he leaned on when he had no idea what to do after the show

#╰ * 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 » deul ; intro #╰ * 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 » deul ; ooc #be:intro

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Devil May Cry: Unexpected Ties Part 10

Good news! I finally got around to uploading this to AO3. I’ll be posting the whole thing there, edited with new content and scenes and an additional chapter that I won’t be putting on Tumblr to wrap it all up. I’m hoping to put more DMC content on AO3 in the near future! And, as always, you can find the masterpost for this series here! I originally was going to leave this as the last chapter, but decided to write one more to celebrate putting it on AO3!

Nero kept up his training by himself, but didn’t venture to the forest again. Credo started play fighting with him again as Nero calmed his attacks.

But the older boy and his sister weren’t around much as the town got back to normalcy as the panic from the attack subsided. Credo resumed his regular training and Kyrie continued her singing lessons.

That left Nero on his own once again. Dante saw the other kids occasionally bullying Nero, but Nero would yank his hood over his head and storm away from them more often than he would yell at them over it.

It was sad, really. Nero’s anger was bred by the actions of others; the boy had a kind heart. Dante regularly spotted Nero doing kind things for others, seemingly without thought. He’d tear off pieces of his sandwich at lunch to feed the birds or stray animals. He’d jog up the street to help an elderly citizen carry their bags. He’d climb up the side of a building to pull down a frisbee a little kid had accidentally tossed on the roof.

But Dante could see that kindness slowly being buried by the anger. It was always there, always escaping through in those little thoughtful acts. But his anger and his pain occasionally made him hesitate before going to help someone, like he feared their rejection. Or, sometimes Dante feared, like he figured they could shoulder their own burdens like they made him shoulder his alone.

Dante worried what the kid would grow into being treated like this his whole childhood. He had so few people that cared for him. He was fiercely loyal and protective of the ones who did.

That kind of isolated love could warp him just as easily as the total isolation of Vergil’s existence. Dante couldn’t help but worry over the boy.

He kept thinking of Nero’s words. What if he really did take the kid with him…?

He didn’t kid himself for a second that he could give Nero a normal childhood. But he could give him family, balanced training, and a focused purpose.

Ah, who was Dante kidding? Certainly not himself. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a kid.

Besides, if he took Nero with him, surely the truth would eventually come out. Would Nero be mad at Dante for not telling him that first time they met? Or would he understand that Dante was only trying to protect him by hiding the truth from him?

Dante tried not to think on it too hard.

Right now, he watched Nero as the boy sat by himself, headphones on and drawing aimless shapes in the dirt with a stick. It was a nice evening, but it was starting to get late and Nero hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.

Dante heaved a sigh and jumped down to the street. He knew he needed to leave Fortuna soon. The longer he was here, the worse he was making the situation. But he didn’t want to end on the note they’d last parted on.

He strolled over to Nero and kicked the stick out of his hand. Nero jerked his head up in surprise, eyes going wide and the hint of a shy smile on his face when he realized who was standing there.

He pulled his headphones down around his neck. “Hi, Dante.”

“I was heading to grab some pizza when I spotted you. Want a bite?” Dante offered.

Nero nodded and stood up, turning his music off. He fell into step beside Dante.

Dante got them each a slice of pizza and they retreated to a sidestreet to eat together, sitting on boxes. Nero was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Alright kid, why’s the cat got your tongue all of a sudden?” Dante asked.

“I thought you might be mad at me,” he admitted, not looking at Dante.

“Nah, kid’s do dumb stuff a lot. I’m not one to hold a grudge,” he said. “If I was, would I have bought you pizza? It’s a sacred meal not to be shared with enemies.”

Nero smiled a little at that, looking relieved. “Oh. Okay.”

“Something else on your mind?” Dante asked.

Nero seemed to consider for a moment before nodding to himself. He looked up and finally met Dante’s eyes. “Can we, um, can we…can we just play, Dante? Like the day we met?” He looked a little desperate. “I didn’t mean to make you mad at me. I just wanna play.”

“Promise not to be a dummy again?” Dante asked, playfully bopping his fist against Nero’s head.

Nero relaxed even more. “Promise.”

They finished eating and Nero retrieved his ball for them to play. They started up a game of catch, just like that first day.

Nero seemed to loosen up the longer they played. He gave his high-pitched, boyish squeal of delight when he managed to toss the ball over Dante’s head and make him chase it. His grins were triumphant every time he caught the ball, and his enthusiasm drove him to keep playing even when he was clearly out of breath.

And Dante found he was having fun, too. He drove dramatically for the ball or let it hit him in the face to get a laugh out of Nero. He’d throw it over the kid’s head just to tease him, taunting him whenever Nero had to run and chase the ball.

The sidestreet echoed with their laughter and taunts. Nero’s bright smile and shining eyes made him look more like a happy young child than Dante had ever seen him.

He didn’t want this to end. He didn’t want to acknowledge that sinking feeling in his gut that told him this was it.

But Nero was a child. His endurance was better than that of a human, but he was still a young child.

He collapsed on the ground, arms splayed out and chest heaving. He was still beaming a smile, even as he gasped for breath.

When he had enough breath to giggle, he did so. He sat up and propped his arms on his knees.

Dante went and sat beside him, setting the ball down in front of them. Nero hesitantly leaned against Dante’s arm, relaxing when Dante didn’t push him off or move away.

“Tired?” Dante said, grinning down at him.

Nero returned the grin, his face flushed from running around so much. “Little bit. But I still did better than you.”

Dante let out a dramatic groan. “I’m old. Take it easy on me, kid.”

Nero giggled again, pressing a hand to his mouth to try and stifle it. “Nah. Keep up, old man.”

The sun had set and the stars were starting to decorate the sky overhead. Nero looked up at them, his head resting on Dante’s shoulder.

“Do the stars look the same outside of Fortuna?” he asked.

“I…never really paid attention,” Dante said, glancing up at the sky.

“I look at the stars a lot,” Nero admitted.

“Well, someday you’ll look at them from somewhere other than Fortuna. I know it,” Dante said.

Nero smiled softly. “Yea. I’d like that. Thanks for playing with me, Dante.”

Dante put his arm around Nero. “You’re not the only one who had fun with it, Nero.”

Nero seemed unspeakably pleased by that. The two fell into a comfortable silence, just watching the sky together.

It was all coming to an end; Dante could feel it. But for tonight, he held his nephew to his side and watched the stars with him, pretending their time together was as infinite as the sky above them.

#devil may cry #Dante Sparda #Nero Sparda #dmc dante #dmc nero #DMC #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #dmc unexpected ties #My writing

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I just woke up from a dream where I was one of my horror film OCs and I’m so happy even though it was a sad dream because it was fun to have!!! I was so emotionally vested in the story that I was kind of unhappy to wake up. 🤣😂 Apologies for not finishing my Texas Chainsaw fanfic but now I need to try writing at least a few scenes from my dream and maybe a few bonus scenes that could have happened but didn’t (and at least one might be rated R).

The dream was done through the eyes of my IT OC, Blinky the Clown. There’s a part of her story that took place before the dream, so I’ll explain that first. Blinky used to be a human woman. She worked her main job at a local diner in Derry and had a part time job as a children’s party clown. At her main job, she was a waitress and she was in an abusive relationship with one of the cooks. Not usually physically abusive but mentally. He’d had her give up most of her dreams in order to help him get his. If he was stressed, it got taken out on her. She got yelled at over the smallest things and if he did get physical, well, she figured that at least her clown outfit would hide the bruises during her part time job and she’d only have to worry about covering them for her regular job. Her human name was Victoria Rose (her last name keeps changing because I can’t find one that sticks) and she thought she could eventually help her boyfriend overcome his issues. He told her things like “I’m sorry. I just get nervous with new relationships. Give it time and I’ll stop.” and “Someday, when I’m cooking with the big leagues, I’ll get you anything you want or need”. So she stayed and even took on the role of Blinky the Clown to try to help get the money.

It was during a child’s birthday party that everything started going even further downhill for her. You see, she’d taken the job not just because of her boyfriend but because she also really enjoyed seeing kids happy. Her dream before meeting her boyfriend had been a simple one. She had just wanted a large, loving family. But that couldn’t happen yet with her boyfriend’s bigger dream so she decided she’d work with kids for her part time job instead for now. So Victoria was always very vigilant at these times, trying to make sure everyone was safe and happy and it had earned her a good reputation among the parents who hired her. Anyway, at one party, she’d noticed one of the kids had gone missing when every seat was taken for cake time except one. She was looking around nervously until she spotted the child across the street, peering into the sewer. She was sure she could see a pair of eyes glowing in there so she jumped the backyard fence and went running to get the child away from whatever it was. She got there just as the child began to reach in and slipped while pulling the child away, causing her to land with her arms within reach of whatever it was and instead of the child getting bit, she got bit. Whatever it was, it let go as soon as it realized she wasn’t the child and disappeared. But not before making a threat. She heard a voice telling her that it wouldn’t be so nice the next time she tried to interfere with its hunt. But she chocked it up to some of the noises you hear when wind whistles past your ears and rushed to the nearest clinic to get the wound cleaned and stitched up. It wasn’t until the pain began to die down that she realized she’d forgotten to take off her clown outfit. She was able to get the clothing off but when she tried to wash off the makeup and take off the blinking nose, she found the nose actually hurt to pull on as if it was her own and the makeup refused to wash off, as if it was her skin. Terrified of what her boyfriend might think, she started ignoring his calls and called in to work saying she came down with something and that she’d need a few days off to recover.

As the hours passed, Victoria underwent chills, then a fever, then pain throughout her stomach and lower half like she was changing somehow, then an inability to keep any normal food down- only raw meat seemed to stay. After the first night, she began to feel like her house wasn’t dark enough or cozy enough and being underground started to surface as being a better idea in her mind… and it was easy not to fight the idea because she felt like the community wouldn’t be able to accept her the way she looked now. But feeling unacceptable was difficult to cope with anyway. Her anger got the better of her for a little while, causing her to throw things, break things, scream, cry… and by the time she calmed down and looked around her, she saw what she’d done to her house and it shocked her. If she could get that upset, who knew what she might do? Suddenly, she started to question the risks of continuing her part time job as well. She began to feel she shouldn’t be trusted around human children any longer, then wondered for a moment why the precise phrase “HUMAN children” had run through her mind. Then she realized, she somehow didn’t have fear of harming young of any other kind, which felt odd. It made her reason that she shouldn’t continue to stay where she was and she decided to take some water and some raw meat and enter the sewer system. She wondered why she wouldn’t just instead dig a hole or find a cave and really felt unsure of just why she chose the sewer, especially when dangerous things lurked in there.

On the third day, she completely broke. After a huge fit of screaming and sobbing, she went quiet and slumped against a pipe wall. When she woke up some time later, she just felt numb and empty. She stared at the opposite wall with nothing crossing her mind for hours. Then, she fell asleep and woke up feeling one of her legs throbbing. She saw a pool of blood but couldn’t find the wound. However, she noticed some scarring on the lower calf of one leg (she’d rolled up her clown pants before entering the sewer) that looked like a bite mark… when she looked around to try to see what had done this, she saw a few splatters of what resembled blood on the opposite wall that smeared off in one direction, as if whatever had done this had somehow gotten hurt too, went into shock and tried to take off. If she was going to make it down here, she knew she had to follow that… and she now noticed the smell of it filled her nostrils. Good. All the better to follow it and confront whatever it was that had bitten her. Maybe it would also be the thing that had tried to attack the child at the party. If she did away with it, at least she’d still be helping to keep kids like that safer in some way. So she got up and began to follow it. She followed the scent all the way to what looked like a huge nest of some sort. Then a voice said in her ear, “I see you and this time, I’m not letting you go”, making her whip her head around in search of whatever it was because this time, there was no way it could be the wind. In fact, even though she searched, the voice almost sounded like it came from inside her mind… and then another weird feeling washed over her. A feeling like nowhere was more “safe” than this room. She knew that couldn’t be right but she couldn’t fight the feeling. As she stood there, taking the whole jumbled mess before her in, an arm slid around her waist from behind and fingers slipped around her throat. For the first second, she thought of her boyfriend and felt a mix of emotions. One was fear of the anger of whoever had grabbed her, another was a sense that no matter how ugly things might escalate that she would survive, then finally, rage. She tore at the fingers and the arm and when that proved ineffective, when the arm only held her tighter and the fingers only began to dig into her, tears streaked down her face and she tried to scream. “Scream all you want. I have control of all of Derry. No one will hear you.” said the voice, this time coming from a source near her ear. Then she was released and when she turned around, rubbing her neck and breathing in gasps, she saw… another clown? This was confusing… and terrifying to a degree. The first thing that stuck out to her was that those eyes were the same eyes she’d seen the day she’d saved that child. They glared at her and glowed yellow like a cat’s eyes in the semi darkness. Whatever this other clown was, he wasn’t human. Then, she noticed the blood around his mouth. The smell of it was familiar… her blood! Immediately, she searched from a distance for damage on him and noticed some blood staining his outfit on the lower calf of the leg on the same side as her was!!! Somehow, what he’d done to her had happened to him as well at the same time. “You don’t scare me… I was just surprised someone else was down here.” she lied, glaring back. She hoped it would put her on a more even ground. Whatever this thing was in front of her began to smile, revealing rows of jagged teeth like a shark. “That doesn’t matter. You and I? We’re the same now. One. The same creature. Whatever happens to you happens to me but you’ve probably realized that by now. You can no longer die. At least, not in any of the normal ways… but the children of Derry still can.” it giggled hollowly.

“What… What are you- I mean… What are ‘we’?”

“We are something from beyond time and space. Something far out of the reach of human consciousness, which you seem to cling to the dead carcass of, so I’m unable to explain it better to you at the moment.”

“You mean… I’m not human anymore? That can’t be right!”

“Oh, but it is. I guess that since you were human that you’ll keep acting like it in some ways since it’s all you’ve ever known… but you’ll come around… or there will be even more death… Blinky.”

Something in her told her this wasn’t her human name… but now she found she couldn’t remember what her human name had been. “Like I said… You… You…” she began to say something and had gotten stuck. The clown in front of her began to look mildly annoyed. She took a breath and said, “I don’t know why I’m here. I mean this place, this life… I’m starting not to know who I am anymore and I don’t know you at all.”. Then, he grinned again. “I’m Pennywise, the dancing clown. Now you know who I am. Now we aren’t strangers anymore.” he replied, a sly look in his eyes.

Since then, Blinky has tried to defy him several times but each time, it only resulted in more kids dying. This kind of imprisonment without walls eventually forced her to stop interfering and a growing hunger for sustenance eventually broke her down into eating whatever Pennywise brought but she never resorted to doing the hunting herself in an effort to at least keep herself from killing kids. Pennywise does everything he can to prevent her from straying too far or finding out exactly how they both can die, sometimes even using fear tactics at the start and then eventually doing something he didn’t want to do- allowing his own inner self interest to override her, which went exactly like he thought it would. Because they were feelings for himself/itself, in Blinky, they manifested as being in love with Pennywise. Pennywise isn’t sure he feels anything toward her but keeps feeding her feelings in order to keep her on a shorter leash. This always makes her think he has interest in her when in fact, he’s just using it to keep her from doing anything against him and he is also using it so that he can use her for anything he wants.

This is the song I’m listening to while writing this:

So… there’s Blinky’s back story. I’ll be writing those scenes I mentioned in subsequent posts.

#IT #stephen king #fanfiction #au #pennywise #clowns #toxic attraction #bad fanfic ideas #Spotify

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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Hi 💛

First of all I want to thank you for all the hard work you’ve put into this fic rec blog! Thanks to you I’ve been binge reading all weekend 😌

I know you it says that you’re kind of inactive/kinda just reading but if you ever come back and ONLY if you want to.. Could you make a rec list with the “he doesn’t know you had his baby until years later”-ish theme? It’s one of my weaknesses but I can’t really find any 🥺💛 (except for @kimnjss’s which is 10/10 and I would recommend anyone to read (generally just recommend anything written by her))

Anyways… i hope you’re okay and that you’re reading a lot of good stories 💛

🌷 Hi there! I’m kind of active right now (for like few hours) and I’m in the mood to whip up a quick list! I’ll probably come back to this and add some more. I also love that Rapper!Yoongi SMAU. Great choice! 😍

Sharing stories I enjoyed reading (sending hearts to these authors for tackling scenarios like these 💜🧡💙💛💚 =)

BTS Dad AU x Exes AU (hidden pregnancy theme)

theme: finds out about the baby years later

Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover - Jungkook x Reader

series [10/10] | 76.8k | Exes AU, Professional Baseball Player!Jungkook | a, s, f

You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

War Time Child @ktheist - Jungkook x Reader

one shot [but there's after story + drabbles for myg/kth] | 12k | magic au, fantasy au, family au, single dad au (sort of), single parent au, war au, wizard!jungkook x human!reader | f, slight a

raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

Be My Baby @kimnjss - Yoongi x Reader

smau with written parts | Rapper AU, Idol AU, Single Parent!Reader | a, f, s

when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile.

Reflections @yoonia - Yoongi x Reader

series [4/4] | 15.4k | Slice of Life, Exes AU | a

Because just then, when he hears the faint sound of the boy’s laughter, and when he sees the boy’s eyes - how he licks and bites his lips to hide his goofy gummy smile, and how he is showing his side grin as he jokes with you - it is as if he is looking at his own reflection. The reflection of himself from so many years ago.

01 Reflections | 02 Flashlights | 03 Pathways | 04 Shadows

Faith @solastia - Namjoon x Reader

series [8/8] | 31.2k | Rapper AU, established relationship, break up au, eventual single parent!reader, hidden pregnancy | a, s, f

It’s time to let yourself believe in someone. You’re probably an idiot for it, but you’re going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon. (AKA You fall in love with underground rapper Namjoon and make a difficult choice so he can follow his dreams)

A Girl Like You @xxsugababexx - Yoongi x Reader

series [5/?] | 13.3k+ | Rapper AU, Exes AU | a, f, eventual s

Although Min Yoongi was the love of your life he never seemed much interested in your relationship. Some day you decided you didn’t want it anymore. But destiny has its own words over your life.

🌷 I remember reading this last year and even submitted an ask on btsficfinds for this fic =). Haven’t really read the last update and series might be on hiatus?

Lilium @hijoonie - Yoongi x Reader

series [3/3] | 26.4k | unplanned pregnancy, sort of fwb-ish so he just left the country | s, f, a

Yoongi’s moving out of the country, and he’s leaving you with a parting gift that’s going to change your life forever.

Part 02 | Part 03

🌷 if you’re into heavy angst, please proceed. the ending is heavy due to circumstances cutting their happy fluffy relationship

Dear Baby @jeonocho - Yoongi x Reader

one shot [part of the see me series] | 7.7k | Accidental Pregnancy, Expecting Parents AU, eventual Mom!OC writing letters to the unborn baby (diary), Childhood Friends AU, Best Friend AU, Unrequited Love | a

Secrets can never stay hidden for too long.

Chanson d’ Amour @jimidol - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.6k | idol au, best friend au, e2l-ish | a, f, s

Jimin’s new song, chanson d’amour is an open love letter to his best friend, you. But you already know how he feels about you because he already confessed his feelings a year ago at your graduation party. That night, you and Jimin did what friends are not supposed to do and you felt ashamed. So, you took the stupid decision to run away. But a year and a baby later, you’re ready to face Jimin and your feelings.

🌷 There is one story I wanted to add because it’s such a unique concept but I just checked the update of the author that they’re making the story public domain (if anyone wants to pick up the story, they can continue the fic). In case you want to monitor its developments, you can still check the fic here:

Baby, You’re Bad by forgottenpasta - Yoongi x Reader, Taehyung x Reader

series [1/?] | 9.5k | rapper au, writer!reader, expecting parent | a, f, eventual s

A drunken, pre-debut mistake comes back to haunt Yoongi when years later you turn up pregnant from the sperm he donated when he was a broke, underground rapper.

Fic Recs | BTS Dad AU x Exes AU (hidden pregnancy themes)

🌷 Feel free to chat about fics =) 🌷 posted: 2021 Oct 18 | updated: 🌷 other fic recs lists

#ooh I actually remembered a lot of fics but I'll revisit this later =)#ggukkiereadingcollection #bts fic recs #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic recs #jimin fic recs #jimin x reader #yoongi fic recs #bts single dad au #bts expecting parents au #bts single parent au

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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eren yeager | best friend’s brother (smut)

ok i’m sure this is kind of surprising since i don’t really speak of eren

also no i don’t want to talk about how this is based off of victorious

warnings/notes: cursing, mikasa and eren are brother and sister, drummer!eren, modern au, secret relationship, everyone is 19, nsfw, eventual smut, slight dubcon, slight vouyerism, spanking, clit slapping, degradation, slight praise, choking, tummy bulge, edging, overstimulation, breeding kink, minors dni with this post pls, tell me if i missed anything

you know exactly who’s all going to be home whenever you call mikasa. but you still ask, like you always have, in order to lessen suspicion.

“it’s just me, eren, and zeke. i think zeke has pieck over tonight,” she sighs in slight annoyance, “wanna watch a movie when you come over?”

you tell her yes just as you turn on mikasa’s street. you both hang up with a goodbye, and you feel excitement bubbling in your gut as your car drives you closer and closer to eren. you practically jump out of your car whenever it’s parked on the curb of mikasa’s house.

you squeal while skipping up to the front door, punching in the numbers on the keypad lock without looking. you shut the door quietly after you enter the home, taking in the multiple smells from all three siblings living in the house.

you’ve got to hand it to zeke, he’s got amazing taste. whenever grisha and his mother died, he inherited a lot of money from them and decided to buy himself a home. however, it changed when he found out eren’s mother died and that eren and their adoptive sister, mikasa, would be going into foster care. and with zeke being 19, a legal adult, he managed to fit the roll as a guardian for the two of them. they’ve all lived together for a couple of years now, and you’ve come to enjoy the dynamic between them all whenever you’re staying there for a while.

“oh hey, (name). when’d you get here,” zeke asks whenever you walk into the kitchen, he’s probably getting himself those finger sandwiches he buys himself.

“just now. mikasa in her room,” you stretch and peek over zeke’s shoulder to see what the fridge contains.

“should be. can you get out of my fridge,” he nudges you back with his elbow, which you ignore.

“do you have any baby belle cheese,” you shove him aside with your hip.

“yeah, we do,” you turn to look over your shoulder to see eren walking into the kitchen.

you have to stop yourself from running into his arms, instead starting to rummage through the drawers of the big refrigerator. zeke leaves the kitchen, but you only know that because eren’s front his pressing against your back and warm arms wrap around your waist and his head head rests on your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

“didn’t tell me you were coming over tonight,” he mocks disappointment while you take a baby bell cheese.

“wanted it to be a surprise,” you smile, stepping away from the fridge and opening the packaging of the cheese. eren still clings to you.

“it was a nice surprise,” he kisses at the back of your ear while he squeezes you tight.

you turn your head to look at eren, puckering your lips for a sweet kiss.

eren, not being able to say no to you, obliges and gives you a sweet and lingering kiss on your lips. he pouts whenever you pull away and plop the cheese in your mouth, moving away from him to throw away the wrappings.

“ask mikasa to watch a movie with me,” he requests—more like demands.

“sure,” you nod, “i’ll see you in a few minutes.”

you trudge out of the kitchen and up the stairs, barging into mikasa’s dark room. you watch her jump in her bed, obviously frightened with the abrupt entrance.

“hi hi,” you chant while closing the door behind you, jumping onto her bed next to her.

“you scared me.”

“i know,” you roll your eyes, “wanna watch a movie downstairs?”

“depends... what movie?”

you hum, “maybe the addams family, something like that.”

“yeah, if it’s the addams family then i’ll watch,” she says, scrolling through instagram.

“wanna see if eren will watch,” she asks you while she likes a post by sasha on her phone. the picture was of her, jean, and connie.

“sure, i’ll text him,” you pull out your phone, immediately pulling up eren’s contact and messaging him.

luckily, you’re able to hide the lovey dovey messages sent from eren. you text that mikasa does want to watch a movie and to be downstairs in three minutes.

“he said yea,” eren hadn’t even replied yet.

mikasa and you get off of her bed, making your way down the hallway and down the stairs while talking.

“popcorn?”

“yea, sounds so good right now,” you sigh happily, “we gonna cuddle?”

mikasa snickers at your question, “of course.”

you laugh a little before pushing her in the direction of the kitchen, settling yourself down in the middle on the long sofa. you pull up the addams family on the tv, smiling gently whenever eren comes in the room with his phone in his hands.

“sit at my feet, i’m cuddling with mikasa,” he scoffs at the claim, but puts your legs in his lap.

mikasa comes back into the room with a bowl of popcorn in her hand and some sodas in her hands. she manages to flip the light switch off in the living room while on her way to put everything on the coffee table in front of you. mikasa sits down when you lift your head, welcoming the weight of your head coming down her clothed thighs.

before you start the movie, mikasa asks eren, “do you have rehearsal tomorrow?”

“yeah. jean and annie’ll be here at like 11,” he sighs in slight frustration just as you start the movie.

“sucks for you,” you snort absentmindedly, pulling the bowl of popcorn into your body on top of your stomach.

eren flicks your leg with his fingers while mikasa ignores the both of you and continues to watch the movie.

during the movie, you notice a text from eren that asks you to stay with him after his rehearsal tomorrow, claiming that mikasa and zeke should be out of the house.

you turn off your phone with a giddy smile. you have a good feeling about tomorrow.

————

you’re laying in eren’s bed while he practices his drumming with his band in a few rooms over. you text mikasa the whole time, who’s telling you about some drama between zeke and her cousin, levi. well, it’s not really drama, levi and zeke just have a love-hate friendship. it makes you laugh, especially since the usually cocky and narcissistic man known as zeke was usually getting his ass chewed out by levi.

“i’m so horny,” eren groans while he walks into the room. menace.

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to text mikasa. eren’s pouting as he flops down next to you, face pressing against your neck.

“didn’t you just get out rehearsal? how do you have energy after drumming for an hour and a half,” you ignore the nipping of eren.

“‘dunno,” he sighs against your skin, sending chills up and down your spine.

you shut off your phone, throwing it to the side and pulling eren from your neck. you kiss him, to which he reciprocates happily, while he goes to straddle your waist.

his hands are already groping at your chest and his breath is already heavy against your mouth.

you pull away, “have you been horny since the beginning of rehearsal??”

he grumbles out a yes while he bites and sucks at your neck. your laughter is interrupted by a gasp when eren bites particularly hard on your neck. his hands creep up under your shirt, only to find a surprise.

“you’re not wearing a bra,” he asks, pushing the shirt up over your boobs.

“didn’t feel the need to,” you mumble with embarrassment as eren’s eyes stare at your chest.

without a second thought, his lips are attached to one tit, sucking hickies onto the skin around your areola. you whimper when he punches and twists a nipple with his fingers, chest slightly bucking up and burying his face further into your tits. eren feels like he’s in heaven.

when eren pulls away, he takes a moment to admire your tits. bruised and abused, glistening with his saliva under the lights in his room.

“pretty,” he mumbles, finally pushing your shirt entirely off of your body.

you wiggle your hips as a signal that eren takes. he’s ridding himself of his shirt and pants before he takes off your own pants. his fingers just barely swipe across the outsides of your thighs, giving you goosebumps.

eren’s spreading your legs apart, staring at the wet stain on your panties. you try to push your hips in his face, but eren swings his left arm around your hips to hold them down. his right hand is teasingly stroking your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. each swipe of his thumb has your whole body tensing, something that has him smirking.

“please,” you bite your lip while you stare into his eyes.

instead of indulging in your desires, he’s pulling his body away from the spot between your legs. only to take off your underwear, and then settle between your legs again.

“you’re all wet and i’ve barely done anything,” he comments, running a fingertip against your slit.

you whimper whenever eren shoves two of his fingers inside of you unexpectedly. he doesn’t give you time to adjust to his fingers, immediately setting himself a tempo as he fucks you with his fingers.

moaning and acting without thinking, your hand tugs at his long hair. he almost immediately pulls his fingers outside of you, fingertips slapping at your needy clit. your hips buck while you apologize.

“pull my hair like that again and you won’t get to cum,” he resumes his finger fucking, slightly smiling at how your hands immediately go to grip at the sheets now. he’s trained you so well.

“do you hear that,” he snickers while curling his finger, squelch sounds following after.

“cumming! cumming,” you pant a few moments later, eyes squeezing shut.

eren immediately pulls his fingers out of you, resulting in a cry from you. he laughs sadistically as he repeats the process over and over and over again, so much that you’ve lost count, tears now running down your cheeks. he lets you come this time, admiring the blissed out look on your face as you moan wantonly.

but his hand moves to your clit now, listening to your pleading that you’re too sensitive.

“shut up and take it,” he stops his maneuvers on your clit to slap your clit again.

you yelp and buck your hips, starting to open your mouth to plead until he starts rubbing your clit again. you orgasm quickly, back arching against eren’s mattress.

“eren,” you whimper, legs shaking while eren pulls his hand away.

“what do you want, pretty girl,” he sits on his knees, looking down at your crying face.

“more,” you sniffle, small hand reaching out for him.

“more of what,” he raises a taunting eyebrow, catching your wrist in his hand, “c’mon, use your words, you’re a big girl.”

“you... more of you.”

“that’s not an answer,” he reaches down to wipe away a tear.

“want you inside me,” you pout and wiggle your hips again.

“you want it or need it?” he smirks while tilting his head.

you whine, “need it. need you here, ‘ren.”

you guide his hand to your tummy while you speak and eren feels his cock throb in his boxers.

“fuck,” he groans, roughly flipping you over to lay on your stomach.

you yelp, reaching out to hold onto the pillow your head was just laying on. he’s forcing you to arch your back, and the way he forces you to do it is almost unrealistic. he’s tossing his boxers across the room for him to search for later, reaching down to pump his cock in his hand.

his hands lay heavy on your ass, spreading your plump cheeks apart to get a better view.

your cheek squishes against the pillow as you stare at him over your shoulder, needy pout on your face. he chuckles at your eyes closing whenever he finally shoves his huge cock inside of you.

“so big,” you sob, “so big, ren.”

he ignores you, pulling him cock out of you until the tip before slamming his hips against your ass. you yelp as soon as eren starts to thrust in and out of you ruthlessly. so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises on the back of your thighs for a few days.

however, his hips still whenever he hears the front door of the house creaking open and a voice calling out.

“eren! i’m home,” mikasa calls out while she shuts the door behind her.

you reach your hand back to shove eren off of you, not wanting to risk the chance of mikasa even hearing you. eren grabs your wrist with one hand while the other slaps your asscheek harshly.

“okay, i’m about to take a nap,” he replies to mikasa, knowing full well she’s already making her way up the stairs.

“okay,” she replies, going into her room. her room that’s right next to eren’s.

“eren,” you whisper, “she’s gonna hear.”

“don’t act so innocent,” he growls, “i bet you want mikasa to hear. to hear just how you’re getting fucked like the slut you are.”

you whimper, “no... no.”

“want her to hear how good you’re feeling,” eren smiles sadistically as you turn your head to bury your face in the pillow.

he hears your whining faintly whenever he starts to thrust his hips again. your moans are being muffled by his pillow, and even so, you’re sure that mikasa knows what’s going on by the sound of eren’s skin slapping against your own.

he puts his hands onto your shoulders, leaning his weight onto you as he speeds up his thrusts. you’re almost screaming in his pillow now, nails clawing at the sheets under you.

“gonna come,” he groans breathily, “you gonna come when mikasa’s in the next room over?”

he watches you nod your head, which makes him bite his lips while releasing a groan.

he whispers in your ear, spitting out a command for you, “go ahead. go ahead and cum like the slut you are. give mikasa a show.”

you moan loudly into his pillow, pussy fluttering around his fat cock as you orgasm.

he fucks you through it, not slowing down his fast and vigorous thrusting.

“hurts,” you cry.

“don’t care,” he says, reaching a hand around your body to grip onto your neck.

he’s pulling you up with him, back flushed against his front as he thrusts wildly. you look like a mess, saliva dripping down your chin along with your tears, eyes glossed over.

your hand touches against your tummy gently, whimpering at the feeling of the bulge that is eren.

“feel you,” you mewl quietly, “feel you here, ‘rennie.”

he presses the hand not wrapped around your neck against your tummy, groaning out. his thrusts speed up at full speed, something he does not do often, but eren’s eager to fuck his seed inside of you.

“gonna cum, gonna fuck my kids into your slutty pussy,” he grumbles, slapping a hand over your mouth whenever it opens to moan.

“you want that, huh? w-want me to fuck a kid into you? maybe then mikasa’ll get the hint,” his voice is shaky when he feels you tighten around him.

he snickers, “fuckin’ slut. tightening around me whenever i spew that shit. you want her to hear you being fucked stupid, huh?”

you shake your head while you shut your eyes again. another orgasm is approaching, and you’re not sure that you can handle holding it in.

eren notices and decides to take pity on you.

“go ahead, cum,” and you do. you gush all over his cock and sheets, hands scratching at his wrist as you scream into the palm of his hand.

“fuck,” he hisses whenever he feels his balls tighten.

he comes not too long after you, finally slowing his pace down to a grind. he lets you drop onto the bed on your tummy, spreading your legs open to admire how his cum leaks out of you.

you’re absolutely sure that mikasa heard, but you’re too fucked out to care. she’ll confront you if she knows, and that’s when you’ll worry.

but then again, your best friend’s brother is irresistible.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #tw: dubcon #eren aot #eren yaegar #attack on titan eren #snk eren #eren x you #eren smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren jeager #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot smut #snk smut

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST

Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)

what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.

- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.

- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.

- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.

- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”

- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.

- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.

- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”

- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.

- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.

- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.

- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.

- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.

- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.

- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.

- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.

- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”

- And now Kili was confused.

- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.

- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”

- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.

- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.

- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.

- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.

- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”

- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.

- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”

- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.

- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.

- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”

- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.

- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.

- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.

- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.

- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.

- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”

- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”

- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.

- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.

- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.

- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.

- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.

- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.

- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.

- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.

- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.

- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.

- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

#Fili #Fili durin #tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the company #the company of thorin oakenshield #Fili x reader #Fili imagine

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amorgansgal · 3 years

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okay, so this is a very specific request and incredibly self-indulgent, so feel free to ignore it if it’s too specific, but imagine arthur meeting a female reader a couple of times out in the wild, like he finds her while she’s out hunting and maybe he helps her out a few times and maybe gets a little crush, and one time he’s like ‘you have must have quite the big family if you’re always out hunting’ and she’s like ‘nah, my family died when i was young’ or something like that, and arthur’s like ‘well, what do you need so much game for then?’ and she’s like ‘come with me and you’ll find out’ and he goes with her to find out that she’s living in a large abandoned house (kind of like shady belle) with a bunch of children, because, as it turns out, she’s running an unofficial orphanage of sorts, just trying to help lost kids grow up properly by giving them food and being kind and stuff. and while arthur is taking all of this in, a little girl or boy or something comes up to him and pulls at his sleeve and with the most innocent face asks ‘are you her husband?’ because as someone who works with children a lot, that is something they ask all the time.

how would arthur react to that?

So firstly, let me just say I love this idea. But it is really weird because ages ago I came up with a similar sort of fic idea, Arthur meets a group that consists mostly of women and children who have left abusive situations and live in a large ranch house. And because they don’t have many men around, they’re really curious about him and ask lots of questions. ANYWAY! I never really came up with a good enough plot for it, though I think I’d love to read a longer fic about this scenario! So I got really carried away while writing this, but I hope you enjoy!

First Meeting

Arthur meets you when you were both hunting and, in all honesty, he’s not best pleased to see you. He was going for that buffalo and not only have you shot it (very impressively, with a neat shot to the animal’s head, though he’s not going to admit that), but you’ve also sent all the other animals scarpering.

You get into a bit of an argument; he is grumpy from having tracked it all most of the day and he almost blows a fuse to hear you say ‘Well next time don’t be so slow.’

He thinks about asking you to share half of it, because surely you wouldn’t need it all? But he decides to instead harrumph off to his horse and find some whitetail buck.

Seeing you struggle to put the buffalo hide and meat over the back of your horse sends him into crisis mode. Part of him wants to leave you to it, part of him wants to steal the buffalo off you, part of him wants to help. He’s still grumpy, but finally he harrumphs back over and helps to sling it over your horse.

Next Few Meetings

He meets you again when he’s out hunting. He’s low in the bushes and can’t understand it when a pronghorn lifts its head and suddenly runs off. He doesn’t hear you sneak up behind him and you nearly make him fall flat on his face when you say, ‘You know, the wind is blowing behind you, so it could smell you.’

‘GOD DAMMIT! YOU! AGAIN!’

You offer him a charming smile and introduce yourself, begrudgingly he gives you his name. You feel a little bad for him and suggest you show him a good hunting spot. Muttering his frustrations under his breath, he eventually agrees. He doesn’t need a lecture from Grimshaw!

He regularly uses the spot you show him (a sheltered peaceful glade, with a beautiful stream running through it, that swells into a deep, green lake), both for hunting and for times when he just needs a break from camp.

He occasionally sees you there, though you’ve always spotted him first and wave in greeting. As you get to know each other and he begins to appreciate your company, he starts telling you about his life, though you never tell him much about yours.

But there is one time when you’re there before him… Arthur is walking through the forest and sees you down by the lake. He’s about to call out a greeting, but as you go to float on your back, he realises your stark naked and swimming in the lake!

He immediately comes to a halt, adverting his eyes and ducking behind a tree. He’s embarrassed and prays that your usually keen ears didn’t hear him.

He realises he has a choice though, either stay behind the tree forever or make himself known.

Arthur thinks he can head back over to his horse, who is grazing nearby, and then begin whistling a tune to let you know you’re not alone. But before he can put his brilliant plan into action, you suddenly call out:

‘Arthur, how long exactly are you planning on staying behind that tree?’

He freezes again, then reluctantly walks out. Seeing you still dressing yourself, he quickly looks elsewhere.

‘I… er… I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean… I just thought… you weren’t.’

You smiled and rolled your eyes, before getting completely dressed and tossing him a new bow. ‘Come on, let’s go hunting.’

He’s glad you don’t bring it up again and Arthur does his best not to think about it, but can’t help his mind wandering and thinking about how beautiful you looked in the lake.

Meeting the Family

‘You have must have quite the big family, if you’re always out hunting,’ he says one day.

You tell him you have no family, your mother died giving birth to you and after a few years your father left you to the care of a great aunt. It wasn’t a comfort, you missed him a lot and your great aunt was neglectful, hardly caring whether you were in the house or not. So eventually you spent more and more time away. Till you went back to your father’s home.

He had been injured by a gun misfiring and so you ended up caring for him. A lot of the chores that would have been something a man would’ve done became your responsibility. You learnt how to chop firewood, hunt, use a rifle and a bow, plant the small plot of land your family owned and a good many more skills considered unladylike.

Arthur is surprised that you’re revealing so much to him, but he appreciates it and listens carefully. But at the end of it, he frowns slightly.

‘But… this… all this meat… it can’t just be for you and your Pa, surely? I see you hunting near every day.’

You smile and say that it’s not all for you and your pa, but you feel now would be a good time for Arthur to meet the rest of your family.

When you both arrive at the ranch house, Arthur is completely blown away by how many kids there are scampering around.

He’s impressed that they’re willing to help with chores and several older boys immediately approach to help you take the ram from the back of your horse, though they look at him very warily.

He counts about fifteen children and then looks to you nervously. ‘Are these all your children?’

You smile and explain in a way they are. They’re not yours biologically, but after what you experienced you were determined to help as many children as possible have a better home where they feel safe, secure, happy and loved.

Arthur wishes slightly that he could have had this opportunity as a boy, as you talk about keeping the kids safe from abusive orphanages and away from people who would use them to steal.

Meet Your Match

It’s during a dinner where all the family are sat around, talking, laughing, teasing one another, that a little girl tugs on Arthur’s sleeve to get his attention. She was very shy when meeting Arthur and this is the first time she seems to want to talk.

‘Hey there.’

‘Hello… Are you her husband?’

‘Wha-?’

Arthur blushes instantly and quickly looks down at the stew in front of him. But no matter how quietly the girl asked the question, the other kids have caught wind of it.

‘Oooooooooh!’

‘Are you going to marry her?’

‘Because you should, she’s really nice to all of us!’

‘OH can I go to the wedding? Pleeeeeeeeeeeassssee!’

He’s relieved when you get the kids to clean up the plates and suggest you and Arthur go outside. Once outside you laugh and say:

‘Just ignore them, they’re kids.’

He nods slowly, but can’t resist peaking at you and thinking he didn't mind the thought of being with you. But whether you feel the same way is another matter.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan x f/reader #arthur morgan x f reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x y/n #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption #rdr #arthur morgan headcanon #arthur morgan hc

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fics-n-stuff · 3 years

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A Nice Christmas

Thanks to @gayhistorynerd for the prompt, see here (I kind of deviated from it a little maybe a lot but the story still stemmed from this prompt)

Pairing: Wilhelm × Simon

Summary: Wilhelm may have denied being in the sex tape, but that doesn't mean that the world has forgotten. The Christmas break proves to be difficult for both Simon and Wilhelm, one suffering from ongoing harassment and the other feeling completely isolated, and they find that they can't help but be drawn back to each other.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This took me so long to write because I got writer's block right after I started it. This doesn't have a super happy ending because I wanted to try and keep it pretty realistic, but it is pretty sweet and wholesome.

Taglist: @probablyprocrastinatingrightnow @rika90 @angelwilhelm

Wilhelm had never felt more alone than he did being home for Christmas break. He spent as much time as was physically possible holed up in his bedroom, not wanting to see or talk to anyone, especially not his mother. He hadn’t turned his phone on for three days, he had bitten his nails down to the nailbeds and he hardly had any appetite. The ache in his chest was constant and unyielding.

He lay in the dark most of the time, his curtains closed throughout the day and only sometimes opened at night to let the moonlight in. Besides that, he didn’t have much idea of how time was passing.

He did know that it was Christmas eve though. And it must be the morning because nobody had come to drag him out of his bedroom to join the celebrations. A cursory peek around the curtain confirmed that, as Wilhelm saw that the sun hadn’t even fully risen yet.

A deep breath settled the stone in his stomach, and he reached for his phone with a shaky hand.

When the device turned on it immediately started going crazy with notifications, and Wilhelm felt his heart rate increase with every buzz.

5 messages from August

Ignore.

10 messages from Mamma

Ignore.

2 missed calls from Felice

Wilhelm paused in swiping away the notifications. Felice had called him twice and sent him three messages. He clicked on the message notification, sitting back against the wall and holding in a breath without realising it.

Felice: Hey Wille, how are you feeling being home?

Felice: I just wanted to check in but I can’t get a hold of you, I hope you’re doing alright

Felice: You probably don’t want to talk but you can call or text me whenever you do

Wilhelm sighed. Of all the people that he thought that he could depend on, Felice was the only one that he still had. He swallowed the lump in his throat and called her back.

It rang for a while before she answered, and he’d almost decided to hang up the call when it stopped ringing.

“Wille, good morning.” Felice greeted, cheerful but clearly tired. “Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, merry Christmas Felice.” Wilhelm replied feebly. His voice was hoarse from disuse.

“Are you alright? Do you want to talk about something?”

“Uhm, I- I don’t know, I just... I don’t know.” He stuttered, wrapping his free arm around himself.

“Okay, well, what are your plans for today?”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t really been talking to anyone. What, uh, what are your plans?”

“Oh, you know, just the usual. We’ll watch Kalle Anka's Jul and play some games before dinner, then we’ll open presents.” She explained. The tinny sound of her voice through the phone was actually quite calming.

“What about for the rest of the break?”

“Um, I’m going to New York to see Maddie for New Year, so that’ll be fun. And I’m going back to Bjärstad on Boxing Day to see Sara. I’m gonna stay there just for one night.”

“So you’ve been talking to Sara a lot then?” Wilhelm questioned, moving to bite at his almost non-existent nails.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Has she said anything about Simon? Do you know if he’s alright?” His words came out more rushed than he had intended. Clearly, he was more eager for some sort of information on Simon than he had thought.

“Um, she hasn’t said much but I think he’s pretty okay.” Felice replied, but it was followed by a small sigh that let Wilhelm know that there was more to the story. “Sara says that things have mostly gone back to normal, but Simon goes out a lot less and she’s had to make her Instagram private. I think they’ve had a few people show up at their house.”

Wilhelm swallowed hard, a feeling of guilt crawling under his skin. Simon’s Instagram account had been private ever since the video had been leaked, so it seemed that now people had found Sara’s too. They had attention on them that they had never signed up for, and Wilhelm knew that it was his fault and he felt terrible for that.

“Okay.” He replied shakily. There was a short silence before Felice spoke again.

“How are you, Wilhelm? Really?” She asked.

“Lonely.” He answered. “Listen, I have to go. I need to take a shower before someone comes demanding that I take part in the Christmas celebrations.”

“Alright well, call me back whenever, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Bye, Felice.”

“Bye, Wille. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Wilhelm ran a hand over his face, letting out a groan of frustration and sadness. Why couldn’t he just be a normal kid?

He stared down at his phone in his lap, gnawing at the nail of his right thumb in contemplation. With a shaking breath and trembling fingers, he picked it back up, opened his conversation with Simon and typed a short message. He dropped his phone in mild panic as soon as he hit send, and rubbed his hand over his chest as he took a deep, steadying breath.

+ + +

“Simon, wake up. Rosh and Ayub will be here soon.” Sara’s voice stirred Simon from his sleep and he rolled over to look at her. She was already dressed.

“What time is it?” He asked with a yawn.

“Nine o’clock. Get up and come help with breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m getting up.”

Sara rolled her eyes and left the room, and Simon reached out to his bedside table blindly until his hand landed on his phone. He squinted at the screen as he sat up, faltering when he saw the notification on the screen.

Wilhelm: Merry Christmas Simon

He felt his heart race as he stared at the screen, only snapping out of it when he heard Sara shouting at him from downstairs. He blinked, dropped his phone and set about getting dressed.

Every Christmas eve since they were ten, Simon, Sara, Rosh and Ayub would have breakfast together and then go for a long walk. It was tradition for them at this point, but Simon found himself unable to feel excited for it this year. It was all well and good to pretend like life was going on as normal, but it was hard not to feel uncomfortable when people stared at him everywhere he went.

Rosh and Ayub arrived just as he and Sara were finishing up making breakfast, and they exchanged Christmas well-wishes as they sat down to eat.

“You’re being real quiet over there, Simme. You alright?” Ayub asked after a while, and Simon realised that he’d been completely zoned out.

“Sorry, just thinking.”

“About Wilhelm?” Sara questioned. Simon pushed a bite of food into his mouth and shrugged.

“You have to move on, Simon.” Rosh said. “I know you care about him but he’s not worth all the trouble that he comes with.”

“I know. That’s why I ended things.” He replied. “It still sucks though.”

“You’ll get over him eventually.” Sara told him, putting a comforting hand on his for a few seconds before going back to her food. Simon smiled slightly.

He didn’t tell them about the text.

Despite all of that, he was in high spirits when they set out for their walk, happily joking and laughing with his friends, and they made it half an hour before he heard the first comment.

“That’s the guy from the sex tape.” Muttered a girl to her friend as they passed, and Simon felt the smile fall from his face.

“Just ignore them.” Sara told him, wrapping an arm around one of his. He nodded, but it had gotten to him. For the rest of their walk from that point, Simon felt like every person that they passed was looking at him and judging him.

They walked both Rosh and Ayub back to their houses before heading back to theirs just a bit past noon. They had almost gotten home when they were approached by a group of teenagers probably slightly younger than them.

“Are you the guy from that viral sex tape?” One of the boys asked unabashedly, the group coming right up in front of Simon and Sara and blocking their path.

“Uh, I don’t want to talk about that.” Simon replied stiffly, still trying to be polite.

“Oh my god, it is him!” A girl exclaimed.

“Was it actually the crown prince in the video?” Another chimed. Simon felt lightheaded.

“He already said that it wasn’t.” He deflected, trying to sidestep the group.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot of people that don’t actually believe him.” The girl laughed; actually laughed, as if this hadn’t been an earth shattering event for Simon.

“If it wasn’t Prince Wilhelm then who was it in the video?” A boy asked, and that was when Simon spotted the phone filming him and his stomach dropped.

“I’m not discussing my sex life with a bunch of strangers.” He scoffed in disbelief, shouldering his way past the group with Sara close behind him. “Please leave me alone.”

“You could just tell us if it was actually the prince or not.” One of them pressed, the group now following after Simon. “If it wasn’t him then you don’t have anything to hide.”

“Oh my god, did the royal family pay you off? Did they make you sign an NDA!?”

“Were you, like, boyfriends? Or was it just a hookup?”

Simon kept walking, keeping his head down and not answering any of the questions being hurled at him. He could sense that Sara was just as tense beside him. The group followed them for a full block before Simon finally lost his cool and came to a dead stop, turning to face them.

“I’m not going to answer your questions. The fact that you’re following me is not going to make me answer your questions. I’ve had my privacy majorly invaded once already and now you’re invading it again. I’m trying to enjoy Christmas with my sister and you’re chasing me with a camera, I’m sick of people harassing me.” He fumed, making sure to meet the eye of every one of them at some point. “Whatever you choose to believe is not my problem. It doesn’t matter whether you think that the crown prince is telling the truth or you choose to make up some type of theory, I deserve my privacy.”

He didn’t wait for any type of response before he turned around and walked away, thankful to find that they weren’t going to follow him anymore.

“You handled that well.” Sara said quietly once they had turned the next corner. Simon didn’t reply.

When they got home, he went straight upstairs without a word. He slammed his bedroom door shut and buried his face in his pillow, unable to hold the tears back any longer.

By that same evening, the video was viral.

+ + +

I bet that girl was right and the royal family made him sign an NDA

If he didn’t want people to think it was the prince he would have just said that it wasn’t so either the prince was lying or this guy is seeking attention

He’s literally a kid why can’t people just leave him alone??

I don’t care if it was the prince in the tape or not, this guy is hot

The way he said that people are making up theories makes me think that it actually wasn’t the prince in the video

I feel bad for this guy, getting followed around like that must suck

Wilhelm scrolled through the captions and comments on the seemingly endless posts of the video of Simon, feeling like somebody had a vice grip on his heart.

The first time he saw the video had been right after Christmas Eve dinner. He’d had a full blown panic attack and locked himself in the bathroom for half an hour. When he came out, his mother had tried to talk to him about the politics of the situation and he had immediately retreated into his bedroom once again. He missed Erik desperately.

He hadn’t been able to sleep, he'd only gotten about three hours of broken, fitful sleep all night, and now he couldn’t pry himself away from his phone. He knew that it was bad for him, he knew that it was making him feel terrible, but he wanted to know what people were saying.

He had been hesitant to text Simon, especially since he hadn’t received a reply to the merry Christmas text that he had sent in the morning, but in the end he mustered the courage to reach out. He had asked how Simon was doing and apologised for getting him into this situation. He wasn’t surprised when no answer came.

Christmas day was proving to be probably the worst day of Christmas break for Wilhelm. His chest felt like it was bursting open and like it was an empty chasm at the same time. He didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, he didn’t respond to the knocks that came at his door. He felt like he was trapped in a glass box and someone was shaking it.

Wilhelm didn’t know how long he had been scrolling through multiple different social media platforms when his phone buzzed in his hand and an incoming call appeared on the screen. He faltered, sitting up and almost dropping his phone, when he saw that it was Simon. He ran a nervous hand through his hair as he raised the phone to his ear.

“Simon?” He croaked.

“Hi, Wilhelm.” The reply came through the phone, and Wilhelm felt his shoulders relax at the sound of Simon’s voice.

“Hi. H-how are you.” He fumbled, and Simon sighed on the other end.

“I’m okay, I guess. As okay as I can be after... well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

“This wasn’t your fault, Wille.” Simon muttered. “I just wish things were different.”

“Why, um... why did you call?” Wilhelm asked. There was a short stretch of silence that rung in his ears before Simon answered.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess.” He confessed, and Wilhelm couldn’t help the soft smile that pulled at his lips. “Honestly, I was kind of surprised that you didn’t delete my number or something.”

“Why would I have done that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just thought that you weren’t supposed to have any ties with me since you said that it wasn’t you in the video.” Wilhelm winced at that.

“It's not like my contacts list is available to the public.” He replied, trying to keep his tone light. “I’m not gonna let that kind of thing get in my head again.”

“Is your mum mad?” Simon asked, and now it was Wilhelm’s turn to sigh.

“I’m not sure, I kind of shut myself in my room so that I wouldn’t have to deal with her.” He answered tiredly. “How is your family?”

“Uh, shaken. Sara’s off in her own world with her sketchbooks and mamá can’t go for more than an hour without checking on us both, but we’re handling it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

There was a silence again. Wilhelm ran his hand across his leg, back and forth in a soothing motion, not sure what he should say but not wanting the conversation to finish. In the end, Simon spoke first.

“Did you mean it, what you said before you left for the break?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, I did.” Wilhelm answered without hesitation. “I know it wasn’t a good time to say it, and you probably didn’t want to hear it, but I just had to say it out loud. At least once.”

Silence again. Wilhelm heard Simon sigh, and pursed his lips nervously.

“I miss you.” Simon said.

“I miss you too.” Wilhelm replied with a nervous yet relieved chuckle. “I miss you a lot.”

Another pause.

“Where do we go from here, Wille?” Simon whispered.

“I don’t know.” Wilhelm mumbled. “But I... I want to fix this. Or at least just try to fix it. You don’t deserve to be harassed like this, and it’s my fault and I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault.” Simon reassured with a sigh. “It was everything else. We still didn’t do anything wrong, and that includes you.”

“No, I did. I promised we would be in this together and I broke that promise.”

“I understand why you did it. And I’m not mad at you. Honestly, having thought about it, you probably made the best decision for my sake too. I mean, I’m getting harassed enough as it is already. I can’t imagine what it would be like if you had told the truth.”

“I’m still sorry anyway.” Wilhelm said softly, and Simon chuckled. “So, um, Felice told me she was visiting Bjärstad tomorrow.”

“Yeah, her and Sara have gotten close. It’s nice, you know, that Sara’s made friends. And Felice is cool.”

“Yeah, she’s great.”

There was silence again, and Wilhelm bit at his nails thinking that Simon was done with the conversation.

“Are you alright, Wille?” Simon asked after a while. “I know this is your first Christmas without Erik, and I guess things with your mum might be a little... well, I just hope you’re okay.”

Wilhelm swallowed. He could lie, pretend he was fine and wave away Simon’s concerns, but he knew the lie probably wouldn’t hold up. Or he could tell the truth and admit how painfully lonely he was, how much he hated being home because the palace felt empty without Erik and how much he longed to be with Simon with every fibre of his being.

“I’m coping.” He sighed, settling for a middle ground of vagueness. “It’s lonely here. The ceilings feel too high.”

“Have you had stuff to do?”

“No, not really. I haven’t really been in the mood for Christmas, but I guess none of us are particularly festive this year anyway.”

“Would you - I mean, if you would even be allowed to, but maybe if you could – would you want to come down here for a day?” Simon asked, and Wilhelm could just picture him fidgeting nervously as he stumbled over his words. The image brought a smile to his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He answered softly. “I’ll try and convince my parents.”

+ + +

Going to Simon’s house had been an absolute no go with his parents. “Just too risky” his mother had said. However, with enough persistence, he managed to wear them down to a compromise.

That was how he ended up in a car on his way back to Hillerska the day after Boxing Day. While Simon’s house had been absolutely off the table, it would be easy enough to get back to Hillerska without being seen. The only people who were there during the break were security and the people who came to take care of the horses.

He had been worried at first that the inconvenience of it would make Simon not want to bother, but when he texted to ask if it was okay he had been met with a quick agreement.

A security guard unlocked the door for him when they arrived, sworn to secrecy of course, and he headed up to his room to wait. He didn’t realise he was biting his nails until there was a knock at the door and he was knocked out of his anxious thoughts.

The door opened slowly, and Wilhelm felt like all of the air was knocked out of his body when he saw Simon step inside, dressed in his beloved purple hoodie under the coat that he took off and draped over the back of a chair that was within reach. The door clicked shut behind him, and silence hung in the air.

“Hey.” Simon greeted finally, and Wilhelm took a deep breath as if he was just remembering how to breathe at all.

“Hey.” He echoed. “How are you?”

“Better.” Simon nodded. “Did you get into a fight with your parents?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Wilhelm muttered. “It’s fine though.”

Simon crossed the room and took a seat beside Wilhelm on the edge of the bed, a good few inches of space between them. It felt like miles.

“You look tired.” Simon commented.

“I’ve been having a hard time sleeping.” Wilhelm replied weakly, eyes downcast, fidgeting with his hands. “I get that way sometimes. It’s fine.”

“Is it?”

He looked over to find Simon watching him, and he practically crumbled under his gaze. He took a very unsteady breath and shook his head.

“No, it sucks.” He mumbled. His hand drifted back up to his mouth and he gnawed on the nail of his thumb nervously.

“Wille, you’re bleeding.” Simon said, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from his mouth. Wilhelm looked down at his thumb and saw a bit of blood pooling in the side of the nailbed, becoming aware of the taste of it on his tongue.

“Oh, I didn’t notice.”

“How much have you been biting your nails?” Simon questioned, pulling Wilhelm’s hand towards him to get a look at them. Every nail was jagged and uneven, bitten down to stubs. The skin around them had been bitten at too.

“I don’t know, I do it without realising.” Wilhelm shrugged. “Probably a lot.” He resisted the urge to curl his fingers around Simon’s hand and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

“You shouldn’t have to bottle everything in, you’re destroying yourself.” Simon murmured.

“I don’t have anyone to talk to.” Wilhelm’s voice broke halfway through his sentence, a single tear managing to fight its way from his eye. “I used to be able to talk to Erik about at least some of it but now he’s gone and I don’t have anyone, and sometimes it feels like the ground is falling out from under me and I just don’t know what to do.”

He didn’t notice that he was hyperventilating until Simon pulled him into his arms. Wilhelm’s chest was tight, rising and falling rapidly against Simon’s body. Simon's arms were wrapped around him tightly, and Wilhelm was suddenly overwhelmed with how much he had been craving a hug as his hands grasped at the back of Simon’s hoodie and he hid his face in the crook of Simon’s neck.

Wilhelm had always been told not to cry. Ever since he was a child, whenever he began to cry he was told to stop. The seed had planted itself in him when he was very young, but the fear of letting himself cry didn’t truly grow until he once saw an article in a tabloid. He was barely eleven and he had fallen and hurt himself at an event. He had hardly cried, just a few tears and red cheeks, but the tabloid had had plenty to say about it. He hadn’t let himself properly cry since, except for when Erik died. Even then, he had waited until he was completely alone before he let his weakness show. But now, with Simon, he felt an overwhelming need to let his tears fall.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into Simon’s shoulder. He could feel the tears coming out of his eyes but they weren’t falling down his face, instead absorbing into the fabric of Simon’s hoodie.

“It’s okay.” Simon soothed, a hand moving up to stroke over the Wilhelm’s hair.

“I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be a prince.”

“I know.”

“I just wanted to feel normal. Just for once.” Wilhelm said through his tears. “You made me feel normal.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, sympathetic. He loosened his hold on Wilhelm and leaned back, sliding the hand that was on the back of Wilhelm’s head forward to rest against his cheek.

“You made me feel normal too.” He replied softly. “At school I was a social outcast because I’m not rich, and at home I have to take care of my mom and Sara. When I was with you, I didn’t feel like I had to take care of anyone or watch where I was stepping. Well, except that one night.” Wilhelm huffed a slight laugh at the comment, lifting a hand to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. “I’ve never seen you cry before.” Simon commented.

“I’m not supposed to.” Wilhelm replied with an awkward chuckle, his head tipping forward in embarrassment. Simon sighed through his nose and lightly touched his forehead to Wilhelm’s.

“You have to cry sometimes, Wille. Everyone cries.”

“I’m not supposed to be everyone.”

“Okay, but sometimes you need to stop worrying about what you’re supposed to be.” Simon told him. “I know you know that.”

Wilhelm took a deep breath. This close to Simon’s face, he could feel his breathing too. He wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t know if that would be okay. He nodded slightly, covering Simon’s hand on his cheek with his own.

“Yeah.” He breathed.

When Simon leaned forward and connected their lips Wilhelm responded automatically, though it took his brain a few seconds to catch up. Once his brain did catch up, his hand took hold of the back of Simon’s neck and pulled him impossibly closer, holding onto this moment like it was his last. Maybe it would be the last time he got to kiss Simon; he couldn’t know. He hoped it wouldn’t be.

“Thanks for coming to see me.” Simon said when they broke apart.

“Thanks for wanting to see me at all.” Wilhelm replied. “I really missed you.”

Simon hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips. He watched Wilhelm for a few moments before kicking off his shoes.

“Come here.” He said, shuffling over the bed towards the wall. Wilhelm followed suit and allowed himself to be guided down to a lying position, Simon’s chest against his back and arm around his waist. “You need to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the day.” Wilhelm protested, weak as the protest may have been.

“People have naps all the time, and you know that you need it.” Simon said firmly, adjusting the pillow under his head with his free arm and finding Wilhelm's hand to hold in the other. “It doesn’t have to be for long, okay?”

“Okay.” Wilhelm nodded, feeling suddenly very relaxed. He took a deep breath settling into the comfort and warmth of Simon’s body around his as his eyes fell shut. “This is nice.” He mumbled after a while.

“Yeah.” Simon agreed softly. “Go to sleep, Wille.”

It wasn’t long until he felt Wilhelm’s breathing change, signifying that he had fallen asleep. He smiled, fondly but with an edge of sadness to it, and pressed a light kiss to Wilhelm’s shoulder before closing his own eyes. They would deal with the rest of the world when they woke up.

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