#I also used this opportunity to break my curse of only drawing him at a specific angle

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🖤The necromancer holds more love for you than you know 🖤 Short and silly (╹ڡ╹ ) I really didn't expect Licorice to rise so high in the poll but, in hindsight, that does make sense-

#cookie run kingdom #licorice cookie #cookie run x reader #licorice x reader #my art #I also used this opportunity to break my curse of only drawing him at a specific angle

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𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you think your “tiny” crush on one d&d-playing, ring-wearing, poodle-rivaling brunet goes unnoticed until you’re confronted in a pizzeria of all places

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, cursing (possible overuse of ‘shit’), excessive and shameless but respectful staring lol, dustin being a good wingman (wingboy? idk), mike being a little shit, & mentions of weed

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3370

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: didn’t think i’d be joining the eddie munson band wagon but he and joseph quinn have stolen my heart & won’t give it back || i just finished vol. 2 … i am not okay 😀 i hope you enjoy & feedback is golden so let me know what you think! feel free to send me a request, guidelines here

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Eddie is different. And not because of his long hair with fluffy curls that could rival a poodle. Not because of his affinity for using his hands to make devil horns in that same poodle-rivaling hair. Not because he likes D&D, smokes weed, or does any of the other bullshit people find a reason to dislike.

Eddie is just different. But in the best way possible.

Like Steve, you had been roped in as mother hen number two, caring for the little troublemakers. It was comical how often they came looking to you for help when the other mother pawned them off on you, dubbing it “your weekend”.

It didn’t bother you. Like at all. In fact, you were more than comfortable with playing house. You would like to say that it’s because you have nothing else to do, but that is only partially true. There are a million and one other things you could be doing than waiting to catch a glimpse of Eddie “the freak” Munson.

And, yeah, maybe you are paying too much attention to someone who has hardly shown you interest; but life is short. Why not spend your time ogling?

You ogle discreetly - you never stare for longer than three seconds. Also, you always try your hardest to stay engaged in the ongoing conversation to not draw unwanted attention. While it may be a bit much, the plan is yours, and well, it works.

At least, it usually did. You blame the kids. The day had been chock-full of taking the little gremlins two towns over to get their sticky paws on the latest version of a video game, which resulted in your car breaking down. Then you had to get it towed and blah, blah, blah. Needless to say, your day had not exactly gone to plan.

Your day was a bit stressful, and who wants to feel stressed? Certainly not you. So, to feel better, you do what you have to. And it does its job. You decide to allow yourself more than three seconds to stare respectfully. What? You still have manners.

Staring at Eddie is like going to an art museum. You stare at the art because it captivates you, right? In your defense, Eddie Munson had captivated your attention on more than one occasion.

The thunking of the dice rolling on the table was followed by a collective groan. The frustration gave you the perfect opportunity to look back at Eddie. His head was tilted back in a hearty laugh as what he previously predicted came to bite the group in their asses. You wanted to feel bad for the kids, but he did warn them, so whatever happened was their fault. 

You were too busy window shopping to hear the repeated calls of your name. You pulled yourself out of your daydreaming, noticing Eddie staring at you. Wait... Not just staring at you. Eddie was staring at you, staring at him.

You quickly turned your gaze away from his brown eyes, praying to whatever higher power was out there he hadn’t seen you ogling him the entire time. Clearing your throat, you turned to Dustin, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Uhh, nothing.” The words came out way too fast, and you furrowed your eyebrows. Obviously, nothing meant there was something.

“Okay...” You felt your eyes drifting over to the brunet, poodle-rivaling D&D player. Before you could embarrass yourself any further, you stood up, the scraping of your chair against the floor directing all attention to you. Yeah, not really the effect you were going for.

“You guys hungry?” Simple. Effective. Mom hen-ish.

The group sang choruses of yes and omg, I’m starving. So, naturally, you were spared humiliation when you took a vote and landed on pizza. They were nearing the end of their campaign, and you knew they would be both hungry and tired afterward.

Just before you made it out the door, Mike called you back. You sighed, hoping he wasn’t trying to change the pizza order. What he said instead took you by surprise. “How are you gonna get there? I mean, your car is toast - like burnt toast. Like really burnt."

You narrowed your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them. Why did he feel the impending need to remind you of the hot shit you were already wading through? Michael Wheeler, everybody! The kid who gives no fucks!

“I can just get it,” Eddie suggested, leaning forward with elbows resting on the table. His hair was released from its ponytail - if it could even be considered one with its looseness. You found yourself staring a bit too long, directing your attention back to his face, where you discovered a cocked brow and tiny smirk tugging at his lips.

“Or!” Dustin shrugged, tilting his head back and forth. “You could just go together.” He sent a slightly sympathetic look to his older friend, “No offense, Eds, but you’re pretty shit at remembering things. Besides, who is gonna help you with all those boxes?” Dustin did an enthusiastic drum roll on the table, smiling, “Y/N! She’s pretty strong.”

-

You were trying to be strong; you really were. The ride into town was awkward, putting it mildly. You realized that it may have seemed rude to have your entire body facing the door and not to say a word, but being in a tight space, so close, you were trying your hardest not to stare.

Once the pizza place came into view, you quickly hopped out of the van as soon as he unlocked the doors. Your feet dragged you over to the entrance before you could stop them, and you felt bad when he reached over and held the door open for you.

You muttered a small thanks. Any more words, you would probably have exposed your silly little crush. 

It was mostly empty, and you took your time staring at the posters and writings on the walls, attempting to not stare at the one thing (or one person, to be exact) you should not be looking at.

But eventually, like they usually did, your eyes wandered over, and you found yourself staring at Eddie again. It was beginning to become a problem at this point. And that was further proven when he started talking.

“Hey, Paul, how ya doing? So we’ll get two...” Eddie squinted his eyes, tapping the counter with his fingers as if that would speed up the recollection process.

You snapped out of your stupor and stepped forward. “Hi, could you get us four pepperoni pizzas and one supreme?”

“Right.” Eddie clasped his hands together, nodding like he was the one who remembered, not you. “Four pepperonis and one supreme. Right, right, right.”

Paul jotted it down on his tiny notepad. Not looking up, he mumbled the price, and Eddie stopped you when you went to pull out your wallet.

Leaning on the counter with his elbows and hair sweeping over his shoulders, he flashed a grin at the boy. “Paul, my man, you remember that time you got some-” 

The brunet glanced at you, “substances... a.k.a. weed from me." Eddie coughed, whispering the words out. “And, you didn’t pay because your mom took away your allowance since you wouldn’t clean your room? Remember how I let it slide?”

Paul looked around the pizzeria nervously, hoping no one was listening. Once the coast was clear, he nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah, well, now is the time to pay. Soooo,” Eddie tapped his fingers on the counter as he straightened. “We’re gonna get these pizzas on the house, and you don’t have to worry ‘bout paying me back. Cool with you? Great! Go get ‘em, bud.” He patted Paul on the shoulder, sending him scurrying away to the back.

You watched the entire exchange with wide eyes. There was something so wildly attractive about Eddie taking charge, even if he couldn’t remember a simple pizza order. You thanked him quietly, again sure that if you said another word, it would be your inevitable downfall.

A silence settled over the two of you. Continuing to stare at the art on the walls and the work of art standing right next to you, you tried to recollect yourself. Though Eddie was probably a gift from whatever higher power was out there, your obsession was getting out of hand.

Sure, he might be nice to look at, but you weren’t some middle schooler who just figured out what crushes were and how exciting they could be. You were older and more rational and-

Before your affirmations could take off, a voice pulled you back to the present. You turned to see Eddie facing you. He chuckled softly, noticing that you weren’t paying attention to a word. You were stuck up in your head somewhere.

“Sorry, what?” You felt sheepish. Not only had you repeatedly stared at him like he was on display with you watching through the window to see if you wanted to try him on, but he had caught you doing so. Your zoning out and ignoring him was the cherry on the insurmountable pile of shit you were digging your way out of. If there was even a tiny chance in hell that Eddie was interested in you, it was now flushed down the drain for how rude you have been. 

“I said, do you wanna sit down? Probably be a while till Paulie boy is done, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to stand the entire time.” He shrugged, “Or, maybe you do. Who knows?”

“No, sitting sounds good.”

It wasn’t. The first couple of minutes were treacherously slow. Maybe your communication skills were terrible or maybe your eyes couldn’t stop staring at the tiles on the floor. Either way, the silent thing was not working, and you honestly felt so bad that Eddie had to put up with you.

Apparently, Eddie was as discontent with the awkward silence as you were. After humming and tapping his fingers on the table to a song oddly resembling Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, he leaned forward.

“Let’s play a game.”

A what? “Huh...” was your dumb reply. In your defense, you were still stuck on him knowing that song. Doesn’t he only listen to metal? At least, that’s what you heard during your stalking hours, which are anytime you two were in the same vicinity.

His laugh caught you off guard, but in a pleasant way. “God, you really are in your head a lot, aren’t you?” Warmth rushed to your face, and you suddenly felt like he had placed a spotlight directly on you.

“I- uh- I’m not-” You are so embarrassing. That thought was followed with a mental facepalm because what the hell were you saying.

“I’m sorry. That must be pretty annoying. What game did you have in mind?” Good, there you go. Normal speaking like a normal human.

Eddie watched you with interest, rolling his lips so the amusement begging to show would remain hidden. Ignoring the laughter bubbling in his throat, he made a circle with his hand and put it to his eye.

“Let’s play I Spy...”

You stared blankly for a few seconds, letting it marinate. Eddie was humming a song suspiciously similar to something you would have never guessed the brunet to be into. He also wanted to play a game. With a tilt of your head, you expressed your bamboozlement.

“What?”

“Oh, okay. You don’t know- Basically, the way the game works is someone finds something and-“

You held up a hand, halting his speaking as you chuckled. “I know what I Spy... is, Eddie. I just- You actually wanna play that? Or are you, I don’t know, just trying to fill the silence?”

He stared at you quizzically, and you figured you had said too much until he shook his head. 

“Nope, I wanna play. So, you in, daydreamer?”

“Sure.” Why not? What could possibly go wrong? 

And the game began. First, it was small things like something black and white. The floor tiles. Or something red. That one took Eddie a second because the two of you were in a pizza place where almost everything was red. But it was the jukebox collecting dust in the corner.

Then, things took a turn for the worst. Well, correction, they weren’t that bad (only slightly), but boy, did they take you by surprise. 

Eddie was next, and you were a bit nervous as he had given you surprisingly difficult, specific things to find. His brown eyes looked around the pizzeria before they landed on you, accompanied by a mischievous glint and a conspiratorial grin.

“I spy...” Eddie paused for dramatic effect, putting you on the edge of your seat, “with my little eye...”The brunet winked at you, and you mentally cursed whatever higher power created him. One simple gesture had you wishing you could stop window shopping, go into that metaphorical store, and take him home.

“A person.”

...

Is he serious?

“Wearing black.”

Is he talking about himself or...?

“Who is always stuck in their head.”

That’s oddly specific.

“And...” His grin morphed into a smirk as he squinted his eyes at you. You doubt he realized he was enunciating the purpose of the game. “Andddd is a little stalker.”

Can you guess who he’s talking about? Ding, ding, ding. You! We have a winner! Or maybe, this isn’t as much of a win, considering your crush (ahem, obsession) was just exposed.

“I can totally explain-” Could I, though? “I am so sorry.” That was partially true. You felt bad but who wouldn’t want to stare at Eddie Munson. “God, you must think I’m such a creep.”

Your worried rambling was cut short by the most angelic sound - Eddie’s laughing. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. He was laughing at you. Laughing. You swear you have never felt as embarrassed in all your years.

“I think I’m just gonna go...”

Wait, how am I going to get home? Walk? Nah, too far. Hitchhike? Too dangerous. I’ve seen enough TV and newspapers warning against that to try it myself. I may be obsessive, but I’m not stupid. Wait, maybe I could-

Eddie covered his mouth, attempting to hide his laughter behind his hand. He shook his head, his face tinting red as he composed himself. “No, no. You’re- God-” He started laughing again. “You’re just, uh- it’s kinda cute, you know?”

Cute...?

He interrupted before you could ask what exactly that meant. “You probably think you’re pretty discreet, right?” Well, you did at first. But now, it was obvious that you had not been. “It’s just- it’s kinda obvious. Like the whole looking, then looking away, and the whole daydreaming thing.”

Oh. Were you really that obvious?

“C’mon, don’t be so embarrassed.” Eddie peeled your palms off your face. You looked up to see a wondrous sight. His face was reddened from all the laughing, and a wide grin had broken through the surface.

“Don’t be-” You pulled your hands away, pouting as you slumped in your seat. “Of course, I’m embarrassed, Eddie. You weren’t supposed to find out.”

This was torture.

“So, if I hadn’t called you out on it, you would keep doing it?” He caught you there.

“Well- um...” There was no way for redemption, so you shut your mouth. It was bad enough that he’d caught you, and you definitely didn’t want to make the situation even worse because your mouth wouldn’t stop moving.

Eddie watched your internal battle with an overly amused interest. Had the situation been different, you probably would have given him a piece of your mind. Instead, you sat in your seat, brows furrowed and lip jutting out as you tried to alleviate the sticky mess you found yourself in. 

“Look, Eddie, I’m sorry, really.” You took in a breath, “I completely understand why you might be creeped out and-”

“Hold on, wait.”

You stopped talking, finally turning to look at him. And, no, not like that. You were too embarrassed to enjoy the view. 

“You don’t think I’m actually mad, do you?" Your silence elicited an incredulous look from the brunet. “Do you?” A halfhearted shrug was your reply.

Sensing your embarrassment, Eddie stifled his laughing for real this time, ducking his head to look at you. All your previous thoughts about not being a crush-obsessed middle schooler were flushed down the clogged drain of your problems. It was silly, but you wanted to cry at how embarrassed and, quite frankly, mortified you felt. 

“Hey... you know I’m just messing around, right?” He scoffed, “Hell, I’m an attention whore so all your staring is going straight to my big ego. Do you realize that?”

A soft chuckle and a shake of your head made Eddie smile. “No, really. I’ve just been soaking it up. I’m a real glutton for praise, but hey, maybe next time, you should ask me out before undressing me with your eyes.”

You gawked at him, finally meeting his gaze. While you weren’t expecting him to be okay with it, it was an even bigger shock for him to say that.

It seemed that the gods or whoever was out there decided to end your misery. Or, they were sick and tired of you embarrassing yourself. Either way, Paul set the pizzas on the counter, calling the two of you over. 

“Oh, would you look at that? Our pizzas are done. I’m gonna go get them...” You mumbled out the last couple of words as you hurried to the counter like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Eddie watched in astonishment and amusement as you somehow bundled up all five pizza boxes in your arms, kicking the door open with your foot.

Dustin wasn’t kidding about you being pretty strong. Not that five pizza boxes are a whole lot. But still, Eddie was impressed.

He turned to Paul, who was wearing a similar look. “She’s pretty cool, huh?”

Paul could only nod, rubbing the back of his neck. Before the boy went to answer the ringing phone, he muttered and shook his head, “They make an odd couple.”

-

The two of you made it back, Eddie carrying most of the boxes (which he said was part of him making up for the immense teasing). You weren’t as discreet with your staring now. Why would you be? The cat was out of the bag, and you had a pending date with the person who opened it.

Dustin, who sported a shit-eating grin, remarked how Eddie could drive you around until your car was fixed. You realized that the little shit had orchestrated the whole thing. Not the car breaking down, but you and Eddie going together. You weren’t complaining, though.

A week or so later and the date came. When Eddie picked you up, you asked if you could play some music. In the glovebox where he kept all his cassettes and CDs was a mixtape with a song you knew all too well.

If you couldn’t guess, it was Cherry Bomb by the Runaways. Yeah, you aren’t letting that one go anytime soon.

#this is my year for new characters #chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

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Devil May Halloween 2022 - The Horror Amusement Park, Dante's Path

Happy Halloween everyone!! Hope you enjoy this one! Vergil's Path will be posted soon ;)

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: After Nico solved the apple puzzle box, you and Dante entered what was called the Carnival of the Damned. Following a devil clown around, you would soon notice things are not quite what they seem - Happy Halloween!

(I think this is quite a long one too, I lost count of words/pages)

WARNINGS: Demonic clowns. I hate clowns, and I figured I'd better warn you, this one is filled with clowns - and cursing, and violence, and blood... You know. A typical Devil May Cry episode.

Author's note: A little bit delayed, but here it is!! I have to say, one of the scenes is inspired by the Ghost Rider movie, because I simply ADORED it when I was a teen (yep, that one with Nicolas Cage. It's wonderful and I don't care how campy it looks xD). It took me a while to post, because a sudden freelance opportunity appeared and I didn't have a professional portfolio - had to finish around 12 drawings in two days to get it all set up and delay writing a little bit. I do hope you guys understand "^^

I hope you all have a great Halloween, and to all my witches out there, happy Samhein ;)

(Also, I used witch as a word for everyone, because I do believe you don't have to be a woman to be called 'witch')

Devil May Halloween 2022 - Dante's Path

You found yourself in complete darkness.

When you admitted to Kyrie you were afraid of the dark as well, it wasn’t just to make her feel better. You really didn’t like it, but there was something a little more unnerving than just darkness in that room…

It was silence.

You heard nothing. Suddenly, everyone was gone, and you had the terrifying realization that you were completely alone.

Alone in a place you had no idea where it was, after a hellish puzzle box sent you there.

“Damn you Hellraiser…” You murmured to yourself, too silently for whatever else that could be there to listen.

“Y/n? Babe? Hey! Are you there?!” But Dante’s voice made itself heard above all that dark. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, even if nervously.

“Dante?! You’re here too?! Where are you?!” Waving your arms around, trying to grope anything that wasn’t air, you searched for your red devil. You had to admit, few times in your life you felt so happy upon hearing his voice – it was like a light in that pitch black dark.

“Yeah, I am! Anyone else with you, babe?” You could hear him walking around and trying to find you as well – so you decided to use your ears: closing your eyes, you only followed the sound of his voice.

“Nope, I’m here alone! How about you?”

“Well, I’m here with ya, wouldn’t call that alone, hot stuff.” As he giggled in the dark, you were certain of his position. With a nervous laugh alongside him, you ran towards Dante, finally able to wrap your arms around him. “Hey! Hello there, pretty! It’s alright!”

“Seriously, why did it have to be dark?” You muttered with your forehead resting on his chest, feeling his hands playing with your hair while you both laughed. “C’mon. Why do demonic things never do something out in the sun? No one ever watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”

“I don’t think they have, but you got a point there. Don’t have to be in the dark to be scared, right?” He let his hands rest on your hips as you turned your head upwards as if trying to see him. You couldn’t see anything, but you were close enough for Dante to see you perfectly – and, honestly, he would never get tired of having you in his arms like that.

“Exactly. Everyday, I fear Vergil is gonna stab you with a thousand summoned swords.”

Your words were enough to make him break down in laughs and bring you back to the situation at hand. Even if you liked when Dante played with your hair and embraced you, it wasn’t really the place to have a moment.

“Gotta say, that I fear too!” He finally let you go, but you were adamant in holding one of his hands. Dante didn’t seem to care, though. “Ok. We gotta find a way outta here.”

“And find everyone else. Where do you think we are?” You glanced back at him, a little hesitant about your next words. “Hell…?”

“Nah. There are a few dark spots like this in ol’ daddy Sparda’s home, but we aren’t there, pretty eyes.” He sighed, taking a look around. You couldn’t see it, but everything Dante was able to make out was nothing. It was as if you both were trapped in a void. “It’d be different. And trust me, there would be one hell of a reception to my old man’s blood.”

You furrowed your brows as soon as you felt Dante’s hand slightly tensing in yours, holding you a little tighter. He didn’t talk a lot about Hell – he certainly talked about it more than Vergil, but still, it wasn’t much – so you couldn’t help but notice that instinctive reaction from him and mark in your mind as important. Dante tensed over very few things and you never thought the mention of Hell and his time there alongside Vergil would be one of those things.

“Hmmm… Ok. So… You think this is demonic? I mean… You’re the Son of Sparda, where’s the usual reception of soured demons over your dad’s ‘betrayal’…?” As you asked, Dante couldn’t help himself but to snort a laugh in disdain. It was a running joke between you two: demons would always taunt him over his blood, his father’s legacy, the so-called betrayal of Sparda. It was starting to get old, really.

“And you got another point there, babe. No idea.” Dante shrugged, starting to walk around aimlessly while you just followed – never letting go of his hand. “Kinda feeling a little ignored here!” He raised his voice, as if complaining with whatever trapped you in there. You had to giggle a little bit. “But yeah, it’s demonic. You saw Trish’s face. I don’t know what kind of thing that box was, but I’m pretty sure she knew and tried to warn us.”

“Hmmm…” You remembered the look on Trish’s face as she glanced at the shiny red box in Nico’s hands. She did everything she could to reach out on time but failed. “So… You think we can expect cenobites?” As soon as you asked, Dante stopped on his tracks and burst out in a fit of laughter. “I mean, I’m pretty sure you can kick Pinhead’s ass with ease, babe, but they take the pain is pleasure thing a little too far for me, it’s a big no-no.”

Even if you couldn’t actually see Dante, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling caringly at him. He had the best of laughs: bright as the sun, loud and sincere – it would always make your heart warm hearing him having so much genuine fun. You could crack unexpected jokes the whole night just to have him happy like that. Dante deserved it.

“Oh, but they have such sights to show you!” Of course, he had to joke with one of the lines from the movie, opening his free arm while still laughing at your question. Dante would never say it, but he thought you were adorable when you said things like that – there was something of innocent about using pop culture references to ask what was true or not about Hell. It was an innocence he prayed you’d never lose, for Dante would always do his absolute best to keep you from experiencing that place with your own soul.

“Right now, I can’t see anything. They are clearly failing on that.” You kept your voice as monotone as Vergil when he was complaining, making Dante find it all even more endearing. “If we find the cenobite travel department, I’m speaking to their manager about this. It’s unacceptable.”

Amidst Dante’s laughs – almost to the brink of tears you couldn’t see – your words were followed by a door lighting up in the distance. That made your red devil recompose himself by your side, both of you turning serious for a moment.

“Do you have any of your weapons with ya, babe?”

“What? Of course not!” If you could see him, you would have turned at Dante with the most baffled expression – not that he couldn’t see that in the dark. “Only Vergil brings weapons to an amusement park, but he has issues, Dante.”

“Well, we all have then. Here.” Before you could say anything else, you felt Dante placing one of his heavy guns in your free hand. It was Ebony or Ivory for sure, you knew how they felt even with your eyes closed. “If things go south, you gotta protect yourself too.”

“Where did you put this thing…?” You whispered as you approached the door, trying to remember everything from the night prior to that moment but failing to find where Dante had put his guns.

“Hey, I got my tricks too. Verge isn’t the only one with issues.” And with that comment, Dante finally opened the door.

As you crossed to the other side, a sudden brightness made you both close your eyes – only to open them and find yourselves in the middle of what looked like a cursed circus: bloody tents, half broken luminous signs, abandoned attractions and distorted circus music.

“Ooooh you gotta be kidding me…” Yes, you were in pain. If there was something you hated more than darkness, that was… “Killer clowns. Why does it always have to be killer clowns…?”

Dante did his best not to laugh – you were suffering enough already with just the idea of being hunted by a demonic clown of sorts.

“Hey, don’cha worry, babe! I’m here with ya, remember?” He started walking around, opening his arms while you followed him after a deep sigh. “Nothin’s gonna touch you – and that, is a promise.” With those words, he playfully tapped the point of your nose with his index finger, making you smile. Even if you didn’t want to.

“So…” You sighed again, hands inside the pockets of your black leather pants. “A carnival. A demonic one. I’ve never heard of this sort of demons before.”

“Me neither, but I did kill a few clown-looking spooks back when I was younger…” Dante mused while walking around and trying to find something that could tell you what the hell was going on in that place. “Lady’s ol’ man was the most annoying.”

“Oh, I had forgotten that! His demonic form was… Jester, right?” As you asked, Dante confirmed with his head, smiling back at you. “Can you imagine. You sacrifice everything in your human life to have the powers of a demon and Hell turns you into a clown. He should’ve gotten the clue.”

This time, Dante couldn’t stop himself from laughing. A lot.

“Ya know, you should tell Lady that! She’ll appreciate the thought, really!”

But before you could answer him, you sensed something wasn’t right by your side. As soon as you noticed it, though, the thing was faster than you and suddenly a clown with sharp teeth and bloody sparkly clothes jumped right in front of you, screaming as he did so.

Of course, you screamed as well and instinctively grabbed Dante’s arm, almost hiding behind your red devil. He wouldn’t admit it, but Dante actually liked when you used him to protect yourself – after all, he believed that was the use of his cursed blood.

“Ooooh, maaaan…” You groaned, resting your forehead on his back – Dante couldn’t help but giggle. “I hate clowns…”

“Well, well, little thing! Your reaction is the best I’ve ever seen! You are surely going to be popular here at the… Carnival of the Damned!” The clown spun around, having its arms open, showing that carnival of horrors to you. As soon as it spoke, the music got louder and there were sounds as if attractions had finally been turned on - as well as screams mixed in the wind.

“Great. It sounds great.” You couldn’t be more bitter.

“Hey, spook! What the hell is this?” Dante finally decided to grab the demon’s attention; the clown, though, looked a little shocked.

“Oh. You’re the smart one of the couple, right little thing?” The jester asked, sarcasm dripping from its words. “I can see he’s not the brightest.”

“Ei! Have some respect!” And no one could deny you were a couple, since you and Dante spoke in unison.

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? I’ve been to Hell, and this is not it. I’d remember somethin’ as stupid soundin’ as ‘Carnival of the Damned’ and a sorry excuse for a demon like you.” Dante grabbed his other gun, Ebony, resting it on his shoulder. You did the same with Ivory, knowing very well how your lover liked to intimidate demons. “That box brought us here, we wanna get out. Either you start explainin’, or else you’ll be dancin’ as we shoot, capisce?”

“My, my, quite a temper on this one, huh?”

“I do call him my red devil.” You shrugged, hiding a proud smile on the corner of your lips. “You should see him when he actually loses his temper.”

“Ooooooh, he is scawy, is he?” The clown pretended to be scared, using an ominous but jokester tone, laughing like a maniac right at the ending of the phrase. It was surely having fun while taunting Dante. You wondered if it knew who your red devil was.

“He’s hot, actually.” You answered in a matter-of-fact voice, making Dante turn at you with a huge, proud smile plastered on his red-hot lips. Of course, he wouldn’t be much of a rockstar if he hadn’t makeup on.

“Ya think I’m hot when I’m mad, huh?” Dante planted one of his hands on his hips, making you giggle.

“Of course. I think you’re hot whenever.” You winked back at him, making the demonic clown in front of you completely disgusted.

“BLERGH! I can see sugar dripping from you both, it is hideous!” And once again, Dante just sighed looking back at that thing. You were having a moment, he hated when demons got in the way – something quite usual. “She told me you would be like that. So, I got a little game for you, happy couple.”

“She? Who is she…?”

“A-ha! As always, the smart one, my dear!” The clown bowed to you – and you didn’t know if you should take that as a compliment or as an insult to your lover. “Why don’t you find out? Here! Catch!”

Before any of you could think, the demon threw something at Dante and he instinctively caught what seemed to be a metal ball that glowed in red.

“Oh… Fuck..!” Dante sighed, having to anchor himself on the floor with one of his knees, seeming to lose his strength. You had never seen him like that before. “Not again…”

“Aaaaah, I knew you were not normal! It seems like you have encountered one of those before.” The demon pointed at the metal ball Dante held.

“What’s going on? Dante, let it go…!” You tried to take it from his hands, but Dante refused to give it to you.

“It might kill ya, y/n. Stay back.” And he sounded unusually serious.

“Not to worry, little thing. He will survive… If you return my little friend…” The demon pointed at the ball again. “To its proper place in time! Try to catch me!”

With those words, the demon started running, entering a tent right in front of you.

“Dante, what’s wrong?”

“This thing, it sort of sucks my life. I’m half-demon, so it makes me weaker, and it takes a while to actually kill me.” He explained such a daring situation a little too calmly for his own sake – even slightly smiling at the end.

“What if you trigger, then…?”

“Well… It might take even more time.” Dante winked back at you, getting back on his feet with some difficulty. “Ok, then, hot stuff! Time to hunt down that clown!”

And in a bright, flaming red light, Dante triggered, and you could clearly see your red devil standing in front of you – fangs and claws ready to kill anything that decided to threaten you both.

“I’ll be right behind you, red devil.” It was your turn to wink at him – and you knew Dante was entertained by the way his distorted voice giggled behind his teeth.

“If ya have a hard time to catch up, scream! I’ll be right there with ya!” You just nodded, getting ready to run. It was a fact: Dante’s speed when he triggered was a lot faster than yours – and you hoped it would be to your advantage; after all, he could kill all demonic clowns along the way before you even got there.

*

You never thought you would catch yourself thinking about something like that, but seeing the trail of dead, clown looking demons and blood your lover left behind actually made you happy that night. Just the thought of not having to deal with those jesters already made you less prone to nightmares with those things, you were sure of that.

You had a lot to thank Dante later.

The tent, just like Mary Poppins’ bag, was bigger on the inside. As you entered and crossed a room filled with creepy circus props and what looked like victims laying around, you crossed another opening right on the other side and, to your surprise, you didn’t end up outside: you were in another room.

You did double back to make sure you weren’t running in circles inside an infinite loop – it had happened to you and Nero once and it took you both quite a while to find out what was going on and that it was supposed to be a hellish puzzle – but it was a different room: a place to house a knife thrower and their assistant.

That kept on for quite a while. Crossing tents decorated as the most gruesome of haunts, following the trail of dead demons. You could hear Dante in the distance – the more he ran, the more tired he sounded. It wasn’t something usual and you had to worry if your lover was alright.

“Dante! Can you see that creep anywhere?!” You decided to ask at some point. You had been running for so long, you lost count how many rooms you crossed.

If, by some chance, you were trapped inside the box, it was one hell of a big box.

After all, you had been trapped in a cursed top hat in a previous Halloween alongside Dante. Being with him was a box filled with surprises.

“Can’t see, but I can smell that garbage and hear it laughing!” His distorted voice echoed in front of you, reverberating through the tents. It always seemed to escape Dante how powerful he was – but it never escaped you.

As you were almost answering him you hoped that whole chase would end soon, you could actually hear Dante’s footsteps ending its frenetic run. After crossing two more rooms, you found your red devil staring at the demon who danced like a fool around a woman standing in the middle of a circus ring, surrounded by blood and demons who seemed to be dismembering each other.

“Ok. That’s new.” You had to point it out. It wasn’t the first time demons would be fighting their own, but it was the first time you were seeing it.

For Dante, though, it was something common to see in Hell.

“Hey, asshole! Care to take your little thing back?” Dante tossed the ball between his claws, grabbing the attention of the woman.

Although… As soon as she looked at you, her eyes seemed to lose all its will and suddenly that witch was nothing but a child. She couldn’t be older than fifteen, at least in your eyes.

“Who… Who are you?” And she looked a little frightened, even if she didn’t want to let it show. She tried to keep the pose, but it was clearly not working.

Like the demon said, Dante could be pretty scary when triggered. You were used to it, though.

“Oh. They don’t know.” You put your free hand on your waist, resting the gun on your shoulder. The girl’s eyes widened, as if she had never seen a gun so close in her life. “You guys aren’t joking, are you…?”

“You brought the wrong people! It isn’t them!” The girl complained with the demon clown, who stopped dancing around and laughing. All the chaos with the demons around seemed to come to a halt and that made you and Dante extra wary.

“They were the ones brought by the box! A couple, just like you said, little witch.” The clown didn’t look too happy – even though it was smiling. There was some sort of hatred permeating its words.

“But… They are the wrong couple! I don’t know them!” She pointed back at you. “One of them isn’t even human! You brought another witch over here!”

“Do I look like a witch…?” You turned back at Dante. “I was supposed to be The Crow.”

“I’m guessin’ she never watched the movie.” He shrugged back at you. “You look great, hot stuff.”

“I did what you told me to do!” The clown now looked positively threatening. You and Dante had your guns ready and fingers on the triggers: even if that girl was responsible for all of that, she was still a human and she had to do a lot of explaining. “Don’t go thinking you are the one in charge here! We are bound to the Carnival and you are just a parasite. A means to an end.”

“What…?!” Now the girl did her best not to stutter. You were starting to pity her. “That… That wasn’t the deal! I control you…!”

“No pitiful human controls us! Your magic was just to set us free, your little petty revenge as a blood sacrifice! Don’t go thinking for a second that you are more powerful than us, that you can bind us in servitude…!”

Furrowing your brows, you realized you heard those words before. Long ago, when Vergil was teaching you some obscure arcane arts, he taught you about binding and deals. For any being to be able to bind a demon in servitude, it was necessary to be a lot more powerful than said demon – that was how, long ago, when Vergil was a lot younger and foolish, Mundus was the only one able to bind him in his Nelo Angelo form.

It was a lesson for you to be careful: even though you were strong and powerful, you still had a long road to run in order to achieve the same level as the blood of Sparda, for instance. You should always know when you could tackle an enemy and when it was too much – it was a logic call that could cost your life. Vergil always reminded you of that.

“Hey! I was talkin’ to ya, I’m feelin’ ignored over here!” Dante finally made you two be noticed by the demon and the witch once again, giving her time to carefully put some distance between her and the jester she thought was under her control. “Where do I put this thing? Or else, I’m gonna feed it to ya!”

“Ooooh someone is getting nervous…!” Of course, the clown had to start dancing.

It was a bad call. Dante was already out of his patience and, seeing there was a human girl in possible danger, he wouldn’t take much of that any longer. After all, it looked like she was close to Patty’s age, and Dante would never deny protection to Patty.

“You know what?” Dante threw the metal ball in the air and, as it floated above your heads, he pointed Ebony at it and shot it right in the middle. The metal ball broke in a burst of energy and red sparkles filled the circus ring. “I’m tired of this shit. C’mon, spook. You’re next.”

With those words, the other demons started to surround you. Holding the gun with both hands, you were ready to fight.

“Babe. Get her and take her out of the way, ok?” He murmured to you before anything else started. You agreed with a nod.

As the red glow of the sin devil trigger took the ring, you started running towards the witch, shooting and punching anything in your way. You could hear Dante’s wings flapping and the sharp sound of something being impaled – he had summoned Devil Sword Dante and you knew things would get too ugly for that clueless girl who just screamed in horror.

“Hey! Witch! Over here!” You waved at her, kicking a demon right by your side and shooting it in the head. “I got you!”

She ran towards you, holding your hand as you tried to find a safe place to keep her and defend your position while Dante let all hell break loose.

“Are you insane?! Trying to control a demon is just for powerful witches! It requires a lot of experience!” You looked over your shoulder to see if the girl was fine behind you, shooting at the demons who tried to catch you without even looking.

“Are you a witch?!” Her eyes seemed to glow in admiration. “Can you stop this?!”

“I don’t even know what’s going on, kid!” With that, you punched the nearest evil clown, giving it a kick before unleashing Ivory on it. “Dante over there, he can handle a lot of stuff! But a Hellraiser magic box is new to even us!”

“It’s just that, a puzzle box!” The girl cried, kneeling behind you to protect herself as you shot another demon. Looking over your legs, she saw Dante, still in his full sin devil trigger form, slicing demons with a heavy flaming sword – while the clown she once thought was under her control commanded all the other demons to kill all of you. “We… We enchanted it! We found a book, a spell, to enchant and control demons! To create realities! To punish our enemies!”

“What kind of enemies a kid has that deserves all of this?!”

“They bully us every day! We’re tired of it!”

You finally halted, looking back at the girl kneeling behind you. Her eyes were filled with tears and horror – and you couldn’t help but to see yourself, a long ago, scared and brimming with rage, trying to claim a little bit of power to fight for yourself. To protect your own pride.

After all, that was how you met Dante.

“What’s your name, kid?” You shot Ivory once more, kneeling beside her, helping to hide both of you behind a couple of chairs.

“Amanda. I’m Amanda…” She kept on crying, holding your hands and trying to explain herself as if you were her parent. “I… We’re not evil, I swear to you. We were just trying, you know…? We wanted them to be scared, to see us as powerful and leave us alone! I swear, we didn’t… The demons were supposed to scare. They said it would only be a scare. We set rules, they weren’t supposed to kill anyone! We didn’t… We don’t want to… We aren’t murderers…!”

“Hey, hey, Amanda, take a deep breath, ok?” You caressed her hair, trying to calm her down. As always, humans were so difficult: they weren’t black and white as demons. Not all of them did evil for evil’s sake – some of them just made mistakes. “Like I said, demons are powerful. You’re a beginner in the occult and there’s a lot of stuff out there on the internet that doesn’t come with the needed warnings. We’re going to take care of it. Can you take us out of here?”

“Yeah… I just… That demon, it has a puzzle box to open the portal to go back.” Amanda pointed at the demon who challenged her previously – and now was fighting Dante. “It is the main demon in this reality, even if I created all this. It said it was going to keep the box safe for me, his master.”

“Wait, you did all of this?” You raised one eyebrow while she just nodded as an answer. “Not bad. You’re more powerful than I thought.”

“This smell… Ha, look what we have here!” The voice of the clown echoed in joy, drawing your attention back to the fight. You could see Dante with a scratch on his leg – something you thought was impossible given his thick skin – while the demon licked his apple red blood. “It’s that vile blood…! What a joy! What a fight! We have a Sparda for the sacrifice tonight!”

“Well, I was wonderin’ how long it would take for the ‘scumbag blood of Sparda’ to start!” Dante rested his weight on his sword, barely bothered by the scratch. That seemed to make the demon even angrier, now with eyes glowing red. “I think this one was the slowest to notice, right, hot stuff?”

“Well, I do think he isn’t the brightest of demons, babe. Give it a break.” You shrugged as you raised from your hiding spot – Amanda carefully placed behind you, admiring how you both bantered in the face of danger.

“Haha! That, you are right! Not the brightest in the slightest!” Dante answered in a sing song tone, delightful even if distorted by his demon form.

“Oh, you shall see, son of Sparda! I will make you suffer endlessly!” The demon summoned others to attack Dante alongside it and even Amanda could see the legendary devil hunter was outnumbered.

“I’d like to see you try that.” Dante’s answer came in a growl from his chest, while he grabbed Devil Sword Dante and prepared a drive move, making it glow like flames when unleashing on the demons.

“Ok, Amanda. You wanna see what real magic looks like…?”

The girl furrowed her eyebrows as you asked, ready to inquire what you meant by that. You didn’t have to do much explaining: simply walking as she followed you in awe, the air around you quickly filled with golden swords – attacking the demons in the blink of an eye, allowing Dante to only care about the main demon attacking him. You were decimating everyone else with the summoned swords Vergil had taught you so well how to use – something Dante never really learned.

“Wow… You gotta be the most powerful witch I’ve ever seen!” Amanda was breathless as you kept fighting without even looking at all the preys. “This is so cool! That’s why you can control a demon!”

“What?” Even though you turned back at her, your golden summoned swords kept doing their job. Again, something well taught by Vergil – bless the day he blindfolded you and pulled an Obi-Wan Kenobi teaching Luke how to sense the enemies around you and attack them. “I can’t control demons.”

“But… What about him? How do you control him?” Amanda pointed at Dante, his fangs showing while he tried to hack the clown in half – missing it by only a heartbeat.

“I don’t…”

You were about to explain when you saw in the corner of your eye a demon ready to grab Amanda. Pushing her away, the demon caught you instead, lifting your feet from the floor as it choked you.

Vergil never taught you how to use summoned swords when you were so unfocused – differently than him, you couldn’t multitask everything you did with energy. It required so much of you, even for the swords, and you still had a lot to learn. You tried to shoot the demon, but it was to no avail: all your shots were lost in its decrepit body.

“Y/n!” Of course, Dante’s attention immediately turned to you.

“Time to say goodbye to your little human! What a shame, I really enjoyed the smart one!” The clown laughed sadistically while the demon that grabbed you prepared a blade to cross your heart.

Your eyes met Dante’s flaming ones. If it was your time to go, at least you wanted him to be the last thing you saw – in whatever form he was. You still tried to struggle, but it was too hard to free yourself; after all, most of your energy was gone with the summoned swords.

You never heard Dante growl the way he did that night. Holding Devil Sword Dante with both of his hands, his feet moved at the speed of light – one you had only seen Vergil moving before. The demon who tried to kill you died before the blade could even touch your chest – making you fall to the ground while Dante ran back to the clown and quickly chopped its head off. Too fast even for it to notice it was dead.

With the same speed, he ended the few demons that were left in that place, while Amanda ran to the clown to find the box inside its clothes. Your legs were shaking as you got up, trying to catch a glimpse of Dante in his frenzy – it was rare, but you knew a threat to your life could trigger that inside him.

“I found it!” Amanda celebrated, showing the red box to you – but immediately stopped smiling as Dante stood in front of her, Devil Sword Dante in his hands, ready to kill.

“No! Dante! Stop!” You forgot how unstable your legs were, running towards them as quickly as possible. His red eyes focused on you, his demon acting almost mindlessly. “Dante! She’s only a child! Stop! She isn’t evil!”

As you reached him, Amanda winced as you gently touched his arm holding the sword. Still looking into his eyes, you eased Dante’s arm down, making him face you. With a few deep breaths, you placed one of your hands on his hardened face, gently caressing him – and, pulling him down, you finally gave Dante a kiss.

That, you would argue, was your greatest magic. Demon Dante was slowly gone, flaming red sparks glistening all over the place while your kind devil turned back into a man – your very own rockstar for the night. You felt as his sharp teeth transformed back into his soft lips, the ones you loved so much – as his leathery skin became his soft cheek under your fingers once more.

Parting your kiss and opening your eyes, you met Dante’s tired but gentle sky-blue eyes looking back into yours.

“Thank you.” He murmured back to you, taking a string of hair away from your face – hands so gentle, one could say they never even held a sword.

“Welcome back, babe.” You smiled in return, as he ran the back of his fingers on your cheek.

Dante always turned a little too soft hearted when he came down from a frenzy like that.

“Wait. He’s a guy? And you two are, like, a couple?” Amanda gestured frenetically while trying to understand what she had just seen. “Wow. You gotta be the most powerful witch. That’s so metal.”

“Wait until I tell you his father rebelled against his own kind and locked demons in Hell, while Dante here killed the king of Hell years later.” You had to boast, at least a little bit. It wasn’t every day you could flex on how your lover defeated the king of Hell, his father locked all demons in there, his brother took over that damned place and his mother was a stupidly powerful witch.

At least you had that in common with Eva: both of you had the hearts of the most powerful demons of their time, you didn’t need to control them.

“What?! You are so cool!”

“Ok, kid. Y/n here said you’re not evil, I’m willin’ to believe in it. Show me wha’cha got.” Dante sighed, making Devil Sword Dante disappear in flames as he always did. Amanda still observed you both in awe and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling – it did feel like you were dating a rockstar.

“The box, it’s a portal. This is all a spell – this demon was bound to it, and I… We… Thought we had it all under control. I need to help my friends, they’re in trouble too – if this is happening to them...” Amanda stumbled a little upon her words, but her fingers quickly worked on the puzzle box. “We didn’t mean it…”

“If your friends found any of our friends, they’re not gonna need our help.” You winked at her, watching as the box started to glow – now in the form of an apple. “Trust me. His brother is scarier. A lot scarier.”

“He has a brother?!” Amanda couldn’t stop smiling – just like Nico before, she looked like a child during Christmas. “Who are you guys?!”

You and Dante just exchanged a knowing look, smiling at each other. For once, it was nice to be seen as something more than all the usual cursed bloodline.

*

“Oh, my! You are fine!”

As you walked out of the haunted house, back in the horror park, Kyrie immediately smiled as soon as she saw you, Dante and Amanda. Running towards you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and it seemed like she would never let go.

“I was so worried!” She sighed as you hugged her back, laughing how it seemed like she was about to cry. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to leave…!”

“It’s ok, angel!” You giggled back, trying to calm her down. Dante just laughed while walking towards Lady, Trish and another girl dressed as a witch – obviously the one in charge for the haunting on their group. “I’m happy you ended up with Lady and Trish, though!”

“Oh, yes! They helped to keep me alive!” Kyrie giggled back, finally letting go of you – but keeping a tight grip in one of your hands. “Lady gave me a gun so I could defend myself too, but they did all the work.”

“Oh, right. Sometimes I forget Nero teaches you his craft.” You answered in a solemn demeanor as you both approached the group. “I thought he would end up with you, though.”

“I am praying he ended up with Nico. She is good, but even if she doesn’t admit it, she needs someone to protect her too in all this… Mess.”

“I’d say mess is too kind of a word for all of this.” Trish sighed, leaning on the guardrail alongside Dante. “It’s never good when humans try to mess with demonic things they don’t fully understand.”

“At least we knew what we were looking for.” Lady seemed tired, leaning by Dante’s other side. “That puzzle box is a binding spell thing apparently. You never saw any of those before?”

“Nah. Not in boxes, at least.” Dante shrugged, glaring Lady right after. “There was that demon in a mask that granted people’s wishes once, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. The one I almost made melt you, right?” She giggled while Dante just rolled his eyes – even though you could see him smiling.

“I swear they are best friends.” You felt the need to clarify all that to Amanda and her friend.

“So, he’s a half demon...?” The other girl asked while pointing at Dante. Kyrie immediately agreed. “Wow. I still can’t believe Trish is a demon and Lady is a devil hunter. And you?”

“Devil hunter as well, 100% human.”

“Not just that. Y/n is a witch like us, but super powerful! And not only that, y/n and Dante are a couple. Literally dating a half demon, Abby.” It seemed like Amanda was telling her fried about the coolest person to walk on earth. You had to smile.

“Wow, really?!” Abby looked at you in awe while you only agreed once again. Kyrie just giggled by herself. “Dude. That’s metal.”

“Well, I’m not the only one attracted to half demons.” You looked at Kyrie, making the girls just stare at her as if they couldn’t believe your words. “Nero, Dante’s nephew. She completely owns his heart.”

“You guys are so cool!”

“Kyrie!”

Before you could say anything else, though, Nero’s voice emerged from the house.

“See, airhead?! She’s fine! Told ya!” Nico pointed at the group, being followed by another young witch.

“Nero! You’re fine!” Kyrie ran to his arms, holding him as soon as they touched. Nero grabbed her by the waist spinning Kyrie around as she laughed, and he placed kisses all over her face. “You’re alright!”

“Of course I am! Had to check how my girl was doin’!” You could all swear he would never stop kissing her. “I’m so glad you’re ok, angel. I really am. I was so worried.”

“And I was worried about you…!”

“They are the worst, Sandy.” Nico confided with the witch who had them trapped before. “it’s from that to even more cheap romance.”

Before any of you could answer, Nero held Kyrie’s face for a long kiss, while flipping Nico with his other hand. A classic.

As you watched the crew getting back together, you saw how the coven of young witches was so starstruck with all of you. Remembering Amanda’s words, you understood where her search for power to protect herself came from – how it looked like they just wanted to have a group where they could live peacefully without having to worry about being hurt.

“Hey, Amanda, you said you girls did all of this because of bullying, right?” You finally brought the topic up, drawing Dante’s attention.

“Yeah… There’s this group of people at school who just won’t let us be. They always make fun of us for being witches and such, we wanted to teach them a lesson.”

“We didn’t mean to hurt anyone!” Sandy immediately jumped in the conversation. “We just wanted to scare them so they’d leave us alone, you know?”

“It seemed like a good idea when we found the spell… We didn’t know how much power we needed to actually make it work.” Abby sighed, looking ashamed after all that happened.

“Hmmm… I have an idea to help you.”

“Really?” Dante leaned towards you, interested in what was going on in that head of yours. “What’s it, babe?”

“Well… Vergil isn’t back yet, right…?” You side eyed Dante, a shadow of a smile hidden in your lips. “I think we can put the Dark Slayer to good use today.”

Dante didn’t even have to hear the rest of your words. Using Vergil to scare a couple of teens? That was already entertaining enough to him.

*

The house was dark and ominous. The group of teenagers found themselves locked in a room that looked like a torture chamber, needing to complete a puzzle to get out. Some of them made fun of the ones who were too scared, others were unbothered and just wanted to leave.

It took them some time, but the key was found in a cubic puzzle box, freeing them from that room. Soon, they were in another room that looked like a mortuary – filled with dead bodies and screams in the dark.

“Oh, c’mon! This is so lame!” A girl pointed at one of the props, laughing at one of the scared boys. “You can’t be scared by this!”

“I just don’t like looking at it!” The boy rolled his eyes, ignoring as she played with the props. “It doesn’t do well for your mental health!”

“Ooooh, he’s a scaredy cat…!” She patronized him, making others join the choir of shame.

“Yeah, make fun of me. I’m gonna laugh when something scares the shit out of you, guys.”

As soon as he said that, one of the other boys jumped back while trying to cross a door.

“Dude, shit! Don’t do that!” He kept one of his hands over his heart, slowly walking back as the ominous figure entered the room.

Vergil stared back at the group of teenagers with the cold look in his silvery eyes – which was enough to freeze them in place and dare not ask him anything. Looking regal and threatening as always, he didn’t say a word while just staring. Menacingly.

“Ok, you’re a good actor, we get it!” The girl who swore she wasn’t scared of nothing still tried to play it cool. “Cut it out!”

Vergil still didn’t say a word – just glanced back at her. That made her, and the whole group, understand they were in actual danger. He wasn’t just an actor.

“Let’s leave. Now. C’mon.” One of the guys started to shove the group to the door, slowly leaving while still staring at Vergil.

“Hey, you jerk! It’s just Halloween, you don’t have to get like that!” Another girl of the group was too scared to leave without saying something. “Go to hell!”

“I have been there…” Vergil’s words weren’t loud but were enough to cut their soul like the sharp blade of Yamato. Glancing back at the group of teens, Vergil’s eyes suddenly lit up in blue, a pair of fangs appearing in his mouth while his fingers turned into claws – voice now distorted by his demonic heritage. “Maybe it is time to take you for a visit and teach you all a lesson.”

“Dude, what…?!”

Before any of them could finish speaking, though, Vergil’s doppelganger appeared behind him – a phantasmagoric image in blue, while the man in the room slowly unsheathed his sword; it was too sharp and bright not to be real.

The group screamed and horror and started running in panic, screaming at every jumpscare meant to get them by surprise while touring the house. Vergil just walked after them, his doppelganger calmly following his footsteps.

“Help! Someone help us!”

“What the hell! Help!”

“Where’s the exit?! He’s getting close!”

As the group ran desperately to exit the house, they almost stumbled into each other when they saw the door that would get them out of there. Screaming while leaving, they looked back only to see Vergil still followed them relentlessly – his doppelganger as an ominous aura.

“C’mon, dude! Leave us alone!” Now one of the girls cried, while it seemed Vergil would never stop – and was more than ready to use his blade.

“There he is! Don’t let him go!” Amanda pointed at Vergil, as the other witches from the coven held hands and chanted something in Latin. “It is time to send you back to Hell, demon!”

“You?! What?!”

“You guys need our help or not?!” Abby asked the boy who tried to argue with them. “He’s possessed! Do you know how to deal with it?!”

“No! It… It isn’t… Real…?”

With those words from another girl, Vergil growled, getting in position for a judgement cut – his doppelganger following him.

“He’s pretty real! Help us, please!” The boy who was previously scared was the first one to say something.

“Don’t worry. We can deal with him.”

The coven moved their hands while chanting their Latin words at Vergil. He seemed to resist for a while, struggling before finally bowing his head and taking a deep breath. The girls didn’t stop the incantation until he straightened his back, the doppelganger disappearing behind him.

As Vergil opened his eyes, their silvery colors were back – claws and fangs gone: a perfectly normal human.

“Thank you for ridding me of that demon.” He slightly bowed his head as you appeared running towards him from behind the coven.

“Vergil! You're alright!” You sighed, holding one of his hands while he just smiled back at you. “I was so worried… Thank you, witches. He wouldn’t be ok if it wasn’t for you.”

“It’s ok. If something else happens, give us a call, ok?” Sandy smiled as you both just thanked once more and left – their bullies watching everything in awe.

“Wow… Really? That’s… That’s all true…?” One of the guys asked while watching you leaving, still scared of Vergil.

“Thanks, really… You guys kinda saved us.” The bravest of the girls admitted, finally feeling remorse for mistreating them for so long.

“It’s fine. Just don’t ever mess with us again, capisce?” Amanda asked back, one of her hands on her waist – just like you used to do in that mess inside the Carnival. “Or else, we’ll turn you into frogs.”

“Ha, you can’t do that!” A boy from the group laughed as quickly as he looked back at them with fear. “Can you…?”

And they did the right thing: didn’t answer – just left the group of bullies with questions and fear, while heading towards a candied apples booth to celebrate their newly acquired power.

“That was one hell of a good idea, babe.” You heard Dante’s voice behind you, right by your ear as you all watched the coven’s victory over their bullies. “Gotta admit. Those bullies will never mess with ‘em again.”

“Hope so. They deserve some peace.” You looked back at Dante, placing a quick kiss on his lips. “You deserve it too, Dante.”

“Hmmm. I already have you.” His arms wrapped around your waist while you two watched the girls celebrating in the distance. “Got all the peace I need.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” You giggled in return. “You know, I felt like dating a rockstar for real tonight.”

“I can be your rockstar any time you want, babe.” With those words, Dante muffled another one of your giggles with a kiss.

“See? Told ya they’re worse than us!”

And of course, Nero’s voice had to interrupt you. Holding Dante’s hand, you two got back to the group, following the crew around the park and continuing your Halloween fun – you both deserved it.

Before entering the next attraction, though, you held Dante by his coat’s collar, pulling him closer to you until your lips were almost touching.

“Just one thing you got wrong, cowboy…” As he would question what the hell was all that, you kissed him once more. “You’re always my rockstar.”

Dante couldn’t stop himself from smiling in return. Entering the haunt with one of his arms around your shoulders, that was already the best Halloween ever for him. It was nice to be recognized as a hero for a change – but to be your rockstar?

Well, that was priceless.

#devil may cry #devil may cry imagine #devil may halloween #dmc #dmc imagine #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dante x reader #dante x you #it took a while but here it is! #I had a little too much fun imagining Vergil scaring a couple of teens though #and Dante fits so well with the rockstar look #I could imagine him like that all the time ^^ #happy halloween devil hunters!!

[nymphie-mama]

LITTLE BLACK DRESS

PAIRING: FFH!peter parker x f!reader

SUMMARY: in which Peter sees his girlfriend in the dress he bought her and wants to get under it. 

WARNINGS: SMUT. oral (f receiving), kissing, language

A/N: this is so short im so sorry. also this is told in first person so idk how to feel about that

WC: 500+

Traveling Europe was fun, but it was so much better with Peter. He made the entire trip fun, even the boring bus rides, and flights. 

Even more, seeing him hot, bothered, and needy was a sight for sore eyes in any country. 

In Prague, our teacher got us all tickets to see the opera. I decided tonight would be a nice opportunity to wear a little black dress that Peter bought me just for this trip. 

“They’re waiting for us,” he said, walking into the room. “Oh, my god.”

“What? Does it look bad?” I asked as he gaped at me and I put some earrings on. 

“No, definitely not.” His cheeks turned into something pink as he walked back to the door, “Ned, Y/N isn’t feeling well. I think we’re going to stay back. Let me know how it goes!” He shut the door with a quickness, turning around and bringing his hands to my waist, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He kissed me hungrily, forcing something of a moan from me as he forced his tongue into my mouth. His hands traveled my body, finally resting around my face while mine went straight through his hair. Without breaking the kiss, Peter pulled us both to the bed and put his knee between my legs, enticing a gasp from me. He chuckled against my mouth and very carefully hiked my dress to my hips, breaking the kiss and smiling at the view. 

Hooking two fingers into the hem of my lacey panties, he ran them through my slick folds and his eyes rolled back. “Because of me?” he asked, picking up some of the juices and bringing them to draw onto my clit. I hummed and nodded in response, a smile growing onto my flushed face. “Good,” he added, kissing my jaw and neck. 

After a few moments, he went to remove my underwear and I raised my hips for him. He situated himself so his head was between my thighs, continuing to rub me while he kissed and gave them bruises. “I want to taste you.”

“Please,” I responded, and that was all it took before his tongue and fingers were replaced. His long digits curved into my entrance, plunging in and out of me. Within an instance, my legs squished around his head. Instead of spreading them apart, he used his free arm and wrapped it around the top of my thighs, only tightening them further. His tongue sucked at and flicked at my bundle of nerves, and I could feel him smiling against me as I moaned out his name and curses. 

He felt me clenching around his fingers and fighting urges to twitch, so he curved his fingers in me and worked my g spot. His grip on my legs loosened so that his hand could trail its way up to massage my breast, “Peter, shit, I’m going to cum.”

I felt him nod lightly, and the coil in my stomach snapped. I was panting and swearing under my breath as he licked me clean and applied kisses over the exposed parts of my body. 

“I love it when you moan my name,” he said, coming up to kiss me, the remnants of me on his tongue. 

“Your turn,” I said, reaching for his belt.

#blurbsandbrainrot #mcu imagine #mcu phase 4 #mcu #mcu rp #mcu fic #mcuedit #mcu multiverse #peter parker lover #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #peter x mj #tom holland imagine #tom holland #sub!peter parker #brainrotblurbs #brainrot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #smut oneshot #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #peter parker oneshot #rafesdior #🍇nsft

[fizzingwizard]

Time for some semi-ritual bitching about one of my favorite bitch-worthy topics, Yugioh

Why couldn't they have just done Memory World properly

Why make us suffer through Doma... and especially KC Grand Prix, a single episode of which is more boring than filler in any other fandom... and they made an entire filler arc out of it! Like Doma has lots of faults but at least it tried to do something interesting. It tried to develop characters, which proooobably shouldn't have been undertaken by a filler arc with no canon script to follow, but gold star for trying! Had a shitty finale not remotely worthy of its awesome beginning, but did we really expect any better? lol. KC Grand Prix tho, no. That's just there to Idk be mean to men with pink hair and dumb names?? In the ridiculous hair dumb names anime???

cut because Fizz has the curse of long-windedness thanks my evil fairy godmother

anyway back to Memory World, maybe the issue was the story in the manga still lagged behind where the anime was. I don't remember. If so I guess there was no choice but filler. Still, did they have to blow the budget on it? They lost most of their good animators during Doma, where they also introduced a couple new crap ones who stuck around till the end of course -___- And no doubt the animators were getting paid peanuts for long hours of work, and if they'd run out of budget to even pay that... well clearly the show should have been shorter. Like two whole filler arcs shorter. Just take a break, take a pause, come back when you're ready to do Memory World the way it should be done. Back then no one took breaks, "The fans will forget us," nowadays TV shows just up and away for multiple years at a time x'D before returning suddenly with a new season.

The reason I'm still salty and plan to be salty to my grave is just this. Memory World is the one and only YGO arc since season zero that was not explicitly about card games. They'd been dropping hints since the first that we could expect ancient Egypytian shenanigans in the finale. We were supposed to find out about Atem's lost memories and recover his name. That was the driving force behind everything that wasn't filler. I specifically became a fan as a kid because I enjoyed reading about Ancient Egypt and thought the idea of a millennia-old feud between a pharaoh and whoever Bakura really was sounded neat. So I watched hours and hours and hours of card games all for the sake of making it to Ancient Egypt.

(don't get me wrong I enjoyed the card games lol. Never ask a YGO fan to explain how watching characters stand around and yell "Pot of Greed allows me to draw two cards from my deck!" for hundreds of episodes somehow stayed fresh and interesting)

So we reach Memory World at loooooooong last and. And the animation is the worst. Atem falls off a cliff it's just like "ow." Bakura isn't have as intriguing anymore now that he's a poorly drawn anime guy with scars. He arrives toting Atem's father's mummy it should be scary. It should be shocking. But instead, for some reason we watched dancing girls of questionable historical accuracy repeat the same frame several times, while Atem makes a face like a baby trying his hardest to go number two in his diaper. In the manga this scene is really funny, with Siamun being Sugoroku in every way, and Atem in his awkwardness being more Yugi-like than we've ever seen him. In the anime they are just going through the motions. There's no life in anything.

The one thing the anime version got right was understanding that this was the one and only opportunity we'd have to learn about Atem. You know, half of the main character for the whole show. Even the manga is really so busy doing plot stuff it kind of forgets to make us care about the ancient Egyptian cast. The anime took advantage of the need for pacing to give us a couple low key moments about Atem & Friends, but for some reason it decided we should 1) know what Atem looked like falling flat on his nose as a toddler, and 2) show us that from a young age he was making grand progressive speeches about equality. Seeing Atem portrayed as a nice guy who cared about people gave me mixed emotions after watching him struggle for seasons with the possibility that he might have been a bad king and not remember it. Because we got a whole season of him making mistakes and disappointing fans in Doma, and now in Memory World the final answer to what kind of person Atem was is just "well he's a good guy in the modern sense of the word lol" and then we move on. Also, neither that speech, nor Doma, are manga canon, but fans on the whole remember Doma much better than they remember nice guy baby Atem. Which is so very nice -.-;

So Memory World could have been so much fun, exciting, adventurous in a way you can't always be when you have to stay put on a holo-duel stage (card games on motorcycles hasn't been invented yet!), and insightful about a character who has been the central point of everything yet whom we knew next to nothing about. Instead it was a poorly animated clusterfuck of battle scenes that were difficult to make sense of. The Bakura stuff was the best. The Kaiba-insert filler was the worst. I was disappointed with Set's arc in the manga as well, another thing that had been built up for years and years and ended up more about the mysterious waif-like dragon girl than Set vs Atem. If the anime changed something to add in Kaiba, I wish they'd have rewritten the Set vs Atem duel so it was mildly interesting, and Idk maybe Kaiba could have teamed up with Atem against his past self, which would have aggravated him to no end? Instead of just wandering around insisting none of this could really be happening. Or he should just not have been there at all. Personally I go the DSOD route and pretend Kaiba was never in Memory World, same as the manga. It's not like erasing him from the anime version has any impact on events bahahaha. He was included for MONEY MONEY MONEY popular character NEEDS to stick around even if he has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do because MONEY MONEY MONEY

I love DSOD to pieces. But my own dream for the anniversary project was a remake of Memory World. Even if it had been a 90 min movie version instead of several episodes, as long as it was better quality, and invested in Atem as a character instead of simply as a pawn in a game, I would have enjoyed those 90 mins better than the entire Memory World season. Doma and KC Grand Prix were a mistake if they played a role in how awful Memory World was.

But they did the Millennium Duel well. Not astonishing, but really, except for useless Kaiba being there, it was more than adequate. (And although Kaiba himsefl was useless, it was cool seeing him rejected as an opponent for Atem in favor of Yugi. Actually I kinda wish they'd made a bigger deal out of that...) Kid me cried buckets (actually I must have been well into my teens by then bahahaha. I def cried though). Thanks to those final two episodes, the series send-off didn't leave me with a bad taste in my mouth. If it had ended with Memory World it would have been an even bigger disappointment to me than the finale of Bleach. And I despise the finale of Bleach x'D

#yugioh #youre never too old to be salty about cartoons amirite little kuriboh

[trickstercaptain]

CANON VERSES.

young protége

Living in the shadow of the Keeper of the Code isn’t easy for the young Jack Sparrow, particularly when he’s left to fend for himself in the pirate haven of Shipwreck Cove and dismissed for his ambitions to one day command a ship of his own. He wants more than anything to leave the island, and his life, behind, conflicted as to whether piracy is really his true calling, but it is the arrival of a charming French captain that eventually forces Jack into a decision that will unintentionally change his life.

This verse covers Jack's upbringing on Shipwreck Cove, up until the age of twenty, and the Shipwreck flashbacks in The Price of Freedom. I primarily draw upon canon established in this novel, however I also take inspiration from Sins of the Father, one of the Young Jack series. I do not consider any of the other Young Jack books as part of my canon. As far as the flashback scene in DMTNT goes, I do incorporate it, but altered under certain conditions detailed in my DMTNT verse.

five sodding years of work

Press-ganged into the crew of La Vipère after being betrayed by friend and rogue pirate Christophe de Rapièr, Jack knows he cannot return to Shipwreck Cove without facing death for breaking the Pirate's Code. After escaping from the rogue ship, he and fellow crewman Robby Greene sign on to the East India Trading Company, working their way up the ranks as merchant sailors until Jack is offered captaincy of the Wicked Wench by the EITC Director for West Africa, Cutler Beckett.

This verse covers the roughly five year period of Jack's employment in the East India Trading Company. He is hiding his piratical past and playing a very convincing role of a law-abiding merchant sailor, so unless plotted otherwise, your muse should not recognise him as a former pirate.

freedom isn’t free. it comes with the highest of costs

Now branded a pirate and having lost his soul in order to raise the newly rechristened Black Pearl from the depths, Captain Jack Sparrow finally has everything he ever wanted. He’s a pirate, a captain and finally able to forge a legend that will be immortalised for centuries to come. However, that all changes when he begins searching for a way to find the long lost Aztec treasure of Cortez with his first mate, Hector Barbossa. This verse covers the two years of Jack's initial captaincy of the Black Pearl, up until Barbossa's mutiny.

a hard learned lesson it was

Betrayed and marooned on a deserted island after giving up the bearings to the fabled Isla de Muerta, with naught but a pistol with a single shot, Jack's spirit is hardened by revenge. After three days, he barters with rumrunners for passage out of his misery, but the path to regaining his ship is a long one, and he is still intent on living his life in the interim. This verse covers the ten year period prior to Curse of the Black Pearl. Jack does not have his beloved ship in his possession at this time, however that does not necessarily mean that he is ship-less.

the opportune moment

Arriving in Port Royal on the sinking Jolly Mon, fates align and, thanks to a blacksmith and a governor's daughter, Jack finds himself with the perfect leverage to secure his stolen Pearl from the hands of his mutinous and now-cursed first mate. His only issue, it turns out, are said blacksmith and governor's daughter and the small matter of the curse that needs to be lifted. This verse covers the entirety of Curse of the Black Pearl.

what bodes ill

Now reunited with his beloved Black Pearl, Jack knows all will be for naught unless he can find a way out of the soul debt he struck with Davy Jones thirteen years prior. Vexed and bearing a compass that no longer seems to work, Jack begins a desperate search for the dead man’s chest to use as leverage, or else be damned to the depths of the Locker for eternity should his time run out. This verse covers the period from the end of Curse of the Black Pearl through to Jack's death at the end of Dead Man's Chest.

close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream

Returned from the land of the dead and determined not to end up there again, Jack resolves that the only way he can survive is to stab the heart of Davy Jones, thus becoming immortal and sailing the seas forever. However, while he's been gone, the Brethren Court has called all nine Pirate Lords to a convene in a meeting at Shipwreck Cove, while Cutler Beckett and Davy Jones have joined forces to take over the seas and rid them of piracy forever. This verse covers the majority of At World's End, following Jack's rescue from the Locker.

a pirate’s life for me

Following the destruction of the Endeavour, Cutler Beckett’s death and victory of the pirates over the Armada, Captain Jack Sparrow returns to his pirating ways, still seeking immortality after sacrificing his chance at stabbing the heart of Davy Jones so that Will Turner could live. When interacting with Jack, this functions as my DEFAULT VERSE: any unspecified canon threads will default to this point in his timeline.

Unless specified for a particular thread, I will ignore the very end of At World's End and Jack will STILL have the Black Pearl in his possession.

home is wherever you are

Canonically sticking to the end of At World’s End, with Elizabeth going on to bear Will a son, Henry, after he sails away on the Flying Dutchman to carry out his duty for ten years at a time. With the absence of a father in the young Henry Turner’s life, Jack slowly and unconsciously begins to fill that gap through his visits to Shipwreck Cove, which in turn become more and more frequent as he develops a bond with a boy he comes to think of as a son in all but name.

This verse leads directly into my DMTNT-era verse, set nineteen years later, and assumes a familiarity with Henry that is not present in the movie itself.

our sands be all but run

After hearing word that his first mate, Joshamee Gibbs, is being tried for his own crimes in London, Jack mounts a daring rescue attempt -- and ends up embroiled in a venture by none other than Edward Teach to locate and covet the spoils of the Fountain of Youth. In the process, he is reunited with not only an old flame, but his beloved ship, magically trapped into a bottle.

This verse encompasses the entirety of On Stranger Tides and the years afterwards, prior to Dead Men Tell No Tales, as well as any AUs where Jack is seeking the Fountain of Youth.

bad luck dogs you day and night

After a series of near-disasters culminate in the release of Captain Salazar from the Devil’s Triangle ( a once famed pirate hunter now cursed and out for Jack’s blood for trapping him in the first place ), Jack must team up with his stepson, Henry Turner, and the female astronomer Carina Smyth if he hopes to find the Trident of Poseidon – an object with the power to break all curses in the sea. Due to the issues I have with the continuity and characterisation of Jack in this movie, there are a number of alterations to canon detailed HERE.

beyond my beloved horizon

With both his ship and luck finally restored, and a family reunited on land, Captain Jack Sparrow has everything he needs to repair his shattered reputation once and for all. The only thing left is for him to figure out what to do with his simian namesake, now in need of a new master.

Just as a note, this is NOT my default verse.

#*verses #i realised i never threw these into my verses tag so i'm doing that now lmaooo

[wilders-girl]

Gilded City- Part One

Pairing: Pattinson!Batman x fem!reader

Rating: Mature, PG-13 type violence

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of violence, mild gore, profanity, implied drug use, reader is a sex worker I guess, also no use of y/n

Word count: 1457

A/n: this is super like. Artistic and self indulgent... I totally got carried away in a drabble so there's minimal plot sry hehe ,,, anyways!! I hope you enjoy!!!

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I hesitantly walked through the door, preparing for the neverending war that awaited me outside the comfort of my apartment. I put so much trust in the weathered old thing. For a city that was constituted of danger, violence and filth, I had to rely on something. It wasn’t half bad when looking at what surrounded it. 

    I pulled the jacket tighter around my body, it was going to be a long, cold night. Clutching my duffel bag, I adjusted my hair and put my hood up to step out of the refuge of the veranda.

    It was raining. But it’s always raining in Gotham City.

—

Every day is the same. Same weather, same customers, same coworkers, same shit. You’d think I’d get bored of it, living the same day over and over again. But the truth is, it brings me some sense of comfort, knowing that every day will be the same. I don’t take well to change. But sometimes, change is necessary to achieve something greater.

It got to be too much for Selina. She left town shortly before the Iceberg went under. Who can blame her, really? The layers of deception, betrayal and corruption run deep in the veins of the elite in this city. 

But look at who’s in power. 

There is a disease running through this city, and I’ve begun to think it’s terminal. It will rip itself apart until it has nothing left to destroy. It will ooze into the cracks of anything that used to be right or just and consume it. This dilapidated shithole will have moved on to something worse than death. 

But I think there could be a glimmer of light breaking through the permanent night the clouds offer the city. Not a cure to the disease by any means, but something harsher, more brutal to fight the ruthlessness of the disease. The dictionary definition of cruelty. Something like a searing hot iron to cauterize the angry, infected sores created by evil. 

Something downright sadistic. Vengeance. The Batman.

He’s not an angel. He's no “superhero”. But he’s the one. He’s the savior and curse of Gotham at the same time. Bringing the rats out into the light to burn as they deserve. 

I was honestly not entirely convinced he was real. I saw the victims of his heinous acts on the news, but not him. For a man who does so much for the community, you’d think he’d do more to be a part of it. But that would paint a big target on his back, wouldn’t it? And he wouldn’t want that. 

I like to imagine what he’s like under that mask. What kind of life does he lead outside of his little “hobby”? How does he balance his two halves? Does he balance them at all? What keeps him from the temptation of turning into the scum he fights? Where does he draw the line?

The Batman is something else entirely. Sometimes I can’t imagine he’s a man at all, rather, something of a cautionary tale. A ghost story to put fear in the hearts of those who think they can rule the world.

—

I stepped through the back door of the club, flashing the bouncer my ID.

“Hey, Jinx.” He spoke gruffly.

I waved behind me, not bothering to give him my full attention. 

I only work on club weekdays. Monday through Thursday. I don’t necessarily need the money anymore, but I’ve been working this job since I did. Things just don’t change here.

Walking into the dressing room, I set my bag down with a sigh. I sat down, checking my watch: 8:15. I had a couple hours before I went out on stage. 

“Hey! Good to see you here a little less early, Jinx.” One of the other girls, “Angel”, smiled and briefly hugged me before setting up at her own station.

I took the opportunity to put my earbuds in and stare at the mirror, not recognizing who looked back. I chose this life, but it’s treated me harshly. I had a future before I came to Gotham, but I don’t like to think about that anymore. This is who I am now.

One of the bulbs in my vanity mirror was dimming. I rotated it a bit both ways, and it squeaked before flickering bright again.

I finally brushed through my hair, brushing any stray pieces behind my ears before pinning them back to begin my makeup. Out of my periphery, I saw two other girls walk in, but they only waved. The girls know not to talk to me when I’m doing my makeup. Those 30 minutes are when I walk the line of knowledge and freedom. Liberation and release.

Meticulous as it is, it’s when I truly become who I’m expected to be. I completely obscure who I was upon entering and replace her with someone more suited for her environment. I don’t work as myself, I work as Jinx. She is a part of me, but she is apart from me. 

I sweep my signature purple eyeshadow across my lids, then precisely wing my eyeliner. I’m almost gone now. 

As I apply my jewelry and begin to stretch, I’ve completely transitioned into someone else. The nights are a blur when she’s there. She knows exactly what to say, what moves to do, when to flash smiles and when to wink. She is a perfect product of her environment. She was programmed to entertain, and only that. So it is, so she shall, and so it must be.

—

I shouldn’t emerge at night. It should be her, not me. Even leaving the club, I let her take me home. She can sweet-talk her way out of any trouble, so I let her. I shouldn’t be there at night. But tonight, I was.

I began to regain consciousness as myself as I walked through the back door of the club. I felt my stomach churn as I walked past the usual instigators, expecting the worst at every turn.

I made it the first block or so without running into any trouble. I was about to sigh in relief  and thank God for sparing me until I saw a group of intoxicated men a little ways ahead in my path. I had to take a detour. This led me into a narrow, dark alley that I wouldn’t have gone in during broad daylight. This might have been my biggest mistake. 

The men followed me into the alley. I heard their slurred speech behind me, crude remarks and laughter echoing off the mildew and brick. I felt my fight-or-flight kick in. I knew I was not making it out of here alive. Or worse, I was. 

I decided to fight. I knew I couldn’t run away, so I decided I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I heard their obnoxious voices gradually get closer to me. I reached for the switchblade in my boot, stancing and dropping my bag when I felt their rank presences around me. I was no longer afraid to die.

One of them reached out to twirl my hair between his fingers, and I sliced his wrist open, staring him in the eyes as he screamed out in agony.

My moment of happiness didn’t last long. I was kicked to the ground and beaten. I got some slashes into one man’s ankle, distracting him until I cut through his achilles tendon, making him fall over.

Two others grabbed my hands, pinned me down and tried to tear my clothes off. I was snarling, shrieking and trying to stab the man closest to my right hand. 

I freed my hand and almost got to sink my blade into the man’s neck before I was kicked in the ribs by the one with a slit wrist. I screamed, almost blacking out due to the pain. 

I lost hearing in my left ear as my head got kicked, and I coughed out blood. The world was spinning and my vision was going foggy. 

I was almost gone.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a shadow coming from the darkness to my left, his boots clinking ominously with each step he took. I vaguely saw some of the men cursing and running away, with about half standing and challenging him.

The shadow didn’t accelerate. Not even when one of the men pulled out a gun.

I saw a bright flash. He’d tried to shoot him. I would have laughed if I wasn’t dying in some conspicuous alley. 

My vision finally gave way and my hearing succumbed not long after. But not before I got to hear the tortured howls and cracking bones of the men who had wronged me. 

God wouldn’t offer me retribution. Neither would the law, or the government, or any normal person. 

But he did. 

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I hope u enjoyed this, everyone! I'm excited to share this story with you and I hope you are interested in where it will go!! Stay safe and have a good evening/day 💖

#bruce wayne #pattinson!batman #the batman #batman x reader #self insert

[alifeasvivid]

Luck of the Draw; ukus drabble

This is from the alternate timeline of Thief of Spades in which Alfred actually finished his apprenticeship and became a master jeweler and designer in record time... and never became a thief. By sheer luck, Arthur meets him anyway.

it’s also a belated-by-three-hours birthday present :D

Rating: T+ for Alfred’s innuendos Warnings: none in particular Summary: Arthur gets called in on late-night break-in at a jewelry store. Word count: ~1900

minor points: Detective Sergeant is the rank below Detective Inspector and SO7 refers to the Metro Police robbery department (I finally bothered to look it up LOL they’re also called the Flying Squad! XD What even are British people?) and The Twat is no one in particular.

An unusually quiet night at New Scotland Yard has Detective Sergeant Gilbert Beilschmidt spinning mindlessly around in his desk chair while his partner, also Detective Sergeant Arthur Kirkland is moping over a plastic container and stabbing glumly at chunks of pineapple with his fork.

After another heavy, despondent sigh from Arthur, Gilbert groans. “Mate. You’ve got to let this go. The boy is a twat, I told you that from the start.”

Arthur glares over at him and then stabs the fork into the pineapple chunks so that it sticks straight up on its own. He frenetically scrubs his hands through his hair and sighs, but more assertively. “I know, I know he’s a twat. No one has told my heart, apparently,” he mumbles.

It has hardly been two weeks since Arthur caught his boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—cheating. It had been going on for awhile and The Twat accused Arthur of being a terrible boyfriend, the worst lover on the planet, and kicked him out.

Gilbert uses Arthur’s distracted mood as an opportunity to finally swipe a piece of the Pineapple Pirate’s coveted treasure. He grins as he savors the sweet, tangy fruit. “No one’s told your dick, that’s the real trouble.”

Arthur rolls his eyes. “Quite. Don’t think I didn’t see what you did just there. You’ll pay for that.”

Gil licks the sticky juice off of his fingertips. “It was worth it. You know, you’re supposed to be one of the leading detectives in SO7… if you can’t prevent a known associate from stealing your own property, it seems to me you might need to rethink your career choice.”

“Oh sod off.” Arthur grumbles. You’re only jealous because you know I’m going to make inspector before you.”

“Like hell,” Gilbert says with no bite before spinning around his chair again. “Even if you do, you’ll have earned it. You probably could have gone for MI5 or even MI6. No one’s as smart as you and no one works as hard as you do.”

It’s a compliment, but it has Arthur poking at his pineapple bits again. “Perhaps I might be working too hard. My superior work ethic was recently cited as cause for my eviction,” he drolls.

“Ha!” Gilbert laughs and shakes his head. “How’s your mum feel about you moving back in, anyway?”

Arthur eats a piece of pineapple. “She’s glad I’m out of that relationship more than anything. I suppose it was quite awful, but… well anyway, she and I are just alike, so living with her isn’t a problem and it is only temporary.”

“Just alike? Does she have shite taste in men too?”

Arthur raises his eyebrow. “Well, she has four boys by three different men, so you tell me.” In his desire to move on from this part of the conversation, Arthur inadvertently violates a cardinal rule known to all cops, paramedics, nurses, doctors, and anyone who works in emergency services by stating, “Bloody hell, it’s quiet tonight isn’t it?”

“Fuck,” Gilbert groans. “You just had to say that, didn’t you?”

Arthur curses himself. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Whatever happens now, you have to deal with it. Christ. Maybe you’ll get lucky and the gods weren’t listening.”

“Lucky. Right.”

Not five minutes later, the phone rings. Gilbert stares at Arthur pointedly until he answers it. The call is from an alarm and security company stating that there has been a break in and possible robbery in progress on the property of one of their clients: a high end boutique jewelry designer. Their personnel are already en route and they require an actual officer of the law to meet them. After obtaining the relevant information, Arthur dashes off, not even bothering to ask Gil if he wanted to come too.

The shop is situated on a corner and all of the windows have solid shades down to prevent prying eyes after business hours. The security team consists of two people: a man and a woman, both are equally sober and serious. Arthur tells them that if they know the layout of the store, he will follow their lead.

The front of the store appears deserted, though a light is on in the backroom. Arthur makes note of this as odd. Wouldn’t a thief be working under cover of darkness? The whole store is covered in cameras, so why turn on a light? He splits off from the security team in search of whoever tripped the alarm. Arthur immediately heads to the backroom, not seeing anyone at first, although one of a trio of safes is open.

“Oh shit, you guys are quick!” a voice sounds from behind him.

On reflex, Arthur whirls around and forces the suspect face first against the wall. He observes the back of the thief. He is definitely a man, but dressed in a red silk cocktail dress with a diamond wreath sparkling around his neck… and he’s barefoot. His sunny blond hair is disheveled and from the arms sticking back over his ears, he wears glasses. What an odd thief. “I’m Detective Sergeant Arthur Kirkland with the Metro Police Service. You are under arrest for trespass and suspicion of burglary.”

“Ooo a sergeant, huh? I’m afraid you’re gonna have to buy me dinner before we get physical,” he quips. It’s then that Arthur hears his accent: American.

Arthur flips the thief around, making quick note of skewed glasses, flushed cheeks, and bright blue eyes. Pretty… he shoves that last thought aside. The thief is young, though, in his early twenties at most. “Identify yourself.”

“Name’s Alfred Jones. As it happens, this is my store. Got my logo on the door and everything. I tripped the alarm on purpose, I wanted to see how quickly this new security company would respond. Real quick it seems… and they even brought a ‘coppa,’” he says the word with an exaggerated English accent. “Pretty decent service for the money.”

Arthur pulls his handcuffs from their holster, releasing the thie—Alfred, but staying close. “You understand why I’m going to need verification.”

Alfred sways his hips and swishes the skirt of his dress, which is just so distressingly alluring to him. (Arthur shoves that thought aside too.) “And where exactly would I have put that, Detective? Though you’re more than welcome to do a cavity search.”

Arthur rolls his eyes. It’s almost a shame Gilbert didn’t take the call, he would have gotten a good laugh over this idiot. “That won’t be necessary, Mr Jones. The security company has two of its agents on site, they’ll be able to verify your claim, will they not?” He places the handcuffs on Alfred’s wrists.

Alfred grins wildly. “A bit kinky for a first date, but I’m down. Hey, if I make a break for it, are you gonna shoot me?”

Arthur sighs. Americans. “I am not armed.”

“That’s a damn shame. Would’ve loved to see your gun.”

“Sergeant, are you there?” the female security officer calls out. Both she and her colleague enter the room and it’s only then that Arthur looks around enough to see that the expansive room isn’t another showroom, but a full-on jeweler’s workshop.

“Hey, you guys mind? You’re kind of interrupting,” Alfred calls over to them.

“Don’t speak,” Arthur admonishes. “Have you found anyone else?” he asks the agents as he holds tightly to Alfred’s upper arm.

“No,” they say.

“This man claims to be the owner of this establishment and your client, but he cannot produce any identification.”

The male security officer nods and pulls out his phone. “We should be able to determine if it’s him or not. Your name, sir?”

“Alfred Jones, but really, you don’t have to go to all the trouble. This fine detective here is about to haul me away and I should really be punished so…” Alfred rocks back and forth on the balls of his bare feet.

Arthur yanks on his arm, hard. “Don’t. Speak.”

The security officer turns his phone to show Arthur the array of photos they have on file of people who have permissions with the company and right at the top is Alfred’s photo, smiling the same cheeky grin. “It’s him, Sergeant. We apologize for any indignity, Mr Jones.”

Alfred pulls his arm back from Arthur. “No worries, I never had any dignity in the first place.”

“That much is obvious.” Arthur glares at him, but Alfred only preens smugly.

“You guys respond fast, color me satisfied with the service.”

The two nod. “We’ve swept the rest of the store and have found everything else to be in order, Mr Jones, but we’d be happy to do another sweep if you’d like.”

“Nope, you’re good. I know I’m totally safe here with such an upstanding British detective. I’ll lock it up when we leave.”

“Very good, sir.” The security officers exchange strange looks as they start to leave as if wondering what kind of game they walked in on.

Arthur shakes his head, exasperated. Well, if an annoying (annoyingly attractive) American is the worst he has to deal with tonight, he can still call it a good night, though he doesn’t dare say that out loud; he’s already pushed his luck enough for one evening. He moves to release Alfred Jones from his handcuffs, but Alfred tugs his hands away and out of Alfred’s reach.

“Oh, hey, one more thing,” Alfred calls out. “Can you hit the lights? I think Sergeant Kirkland is probably the shy type, ya know?”

Arthur sputters furiously. Oh he’ll show Alfred shy! Alfred is so energetic, he probably gets flustered easily. He’d probably yelp so cutely at being pushed over any one of these benches, still cuffed, and his pretty red dress bunched up over his hips and— Arthur freezes. “Will you shut up?” He roughly tugs on Alfred’s arm and releases the handcuffs before the git can try anything. Pushing Alfred away, he mutters, “Bloody hell.”

The lights turn off and the security officers are gone.

Alfred leans forward in the dark and kisses Arthur’s cheek quickly. “Thanks for coming, Sergeant. I’ll definitely rest easier knowing the auspicious Metro Police Service has fine people such as yourself on the job.”

Arthur blushes despite himself. All thoughts of The Twat have evaporated entirely and he hardly even notices it. “Yes, well. You’re welcome, I suppose. Would you like me to escort you out?” He regrets asking the instant the words leave his mouth.

But surprisingly, Alfred shakes his head, a thoughtful and quietly intense look in his eyes. “No thanks. I’m actually going to stay and work, I think. This has been a rather… inspiring incident and I want to get some sketches down while it’s all fresh in my mind.”

“Sketches?”

Alfred nods and moves toward one of the benches. “Yeah, for new designs.”

“You’re the designer?” Arthur asks, resisting the urge to follow.

“Yeah and I machine most of them in-house, me and a couple other jewelers. Pretty much everything I do is one of a kind.” He sits down and pulls out a sketchpad and pencil.

“It’s rather late, isn’t it?” Arthur also suddenly wonders where Alfred had been to be dressed as he is, but doesn’t dare ask.

“It’s fine, like I said, I want to get this stuff out of my brain or else I’ll just chew on it all night and go crazy.”

Arthur suddenly finds Alfred far more interesting and much less annoying. Clearly, he was only having fun before, but he is capable of sincerity and seems quite intelligent.

“If you come by tomorrow,” Alfred says, smiling genuinely at him. “I’ll show you.”

Arthur considers this for a moment. It’s the first time in two weeks that he’s felt any spark of his usual self. “Perhaps I might, with any luck.”

#ukus #usuk fanfic #thief of spades au #an au of an au LOL #spadian ballad

[346-346]

Things I think when I think about the anchor

I am here for what is called a social department training. There are some people who look decent. But I still heard the sound of a rat trap. I will probably never understand what the fun is in writing a news story and criticizing someone. And without any humor at all. Maybe that's the point, I think now. . I was in a good mood and asked her a lot of questions, but I still felt a whiff of something that was essentially different from me, and I was not sure what I was supposed to be excited about. I may have been looking for someone who is exciting to talk to, and I may have been far from perfect from their point of view, but I wonder if that is partly due to our compatibility. Everyone is under the company's rules and curses, and is always trying to find a way to get along in the company, and is always happy or sad at the company's evaluation, no matter where they go or what kind of organization they belong to. And so it is in the family unit. Originally, I wanted to be a company employee in order to acquire a semblance of common sense rather than my eccentric father, but I was still a child of a frog, and my roots were not the right one for being a company worker. There were people who would tell me that you would follow a career path that would surprise you and that you would be happy with, making a truly innocent face, but I couldn't quite figure out what would be left in the end. I also think that the idea of just leaving it behind in your life might be ridiculous to begin with. It is a big story. The peasants who worked in the manors had no idea of leaving anything behind, and I think it is very difficult to break the curse of modernity then. In Japanese, freedom is consists with two Chinese characters which means depending on your self, and Japanese word "我がまま" means selfish with also two Chinese characters that means being yourself. In other words, being a company employee means living for a few decades, advocating one's own wishes and realizing them in balance with the company's logic.

And in terms of significance or meaning, which are the keys to work I think, it is also very tricky. I felt the significance, or rather the richness of life, in the background music of Bob Marley that made the women working in the coffee shop dance, rather than in the subway built by JICA in Vietnam. The Special Investigation Department, the courts, the police, the ministries, politics, the IRS, and dangerous bus stops are no match for bokumode kimimode! I was thinking about how they are living each day with a dried-up sensitivity. I think I may be one of them soon!

And I had quite a few opportunities to talk with my father over the past few days, and when I heard that he used to draw only on the edges of a blank sheet of construction paper when he was a child, I thought, "I see".

He was not in agreement with his acquaintance who wanted to study the current reclamation of Tokyo Bay and its impact on the environment, but he was rather interested in the idea that bombing the small mountain in Chiba with an atomic bomb and creating tons of sands to fill up the ocean. Or the Aoba Street in Sendai is actually curved like a beak right in front of the station, and that is why some politicians wanted it to be straight. He spent all hours of the day researching the history of the city plan, which split the Diet in two, using his computer and reading newspaper articles from the past. He has been saying that he can't read fiction or literatures for some time now, but what he is looking for is a collection of real-life pictorial images, and since there is no attempt to read the human mind involved, my mother and sister complain about him. That's how it happened.

I have recently come to strongly believe that my father's fondness for newspapers may have influenced me, either unconsciously or consciously, to enter this business: newspaper. I feel I have not yet achieved true independence in a way.

Living on your own is difficult and impossible, but I believe that becoming mentally independent from the things that have protected you is one of the most important things you need to do in your 20's. It is a personal, but certainly critical, issue that will affect your self-esteem and self-confidence, and can change the way you perceive the rest of your life. Someone sang looking at the high sky, "I am both protected and bound".

Late at night in a hotel in Tokyo, I lie naked with no change of clothes, my shirt washed on the washbasin with shampoo by my side. 5%. My cell phone is nearly out of charge. The air purifier is rattling, trying to filter and clean the city air, but the air coming out smells a bit stale. Will tomorrow be a good day? I don't mind walking down the wide business street at a brisk pace, wearing my favorite leather shoes. I just don't like building streets, and I don't think I'm going to be very interested in the same kind of buildings. So it goes. Everyone decorates their nails, wears what they like, some learn about history, some work to get the big news. More or less.

I wonder if getting in and out of the company would be better, or if that hurdle were a little lower. It may still take me a little while to get to sleep today, as there were many times when I talked with them, but at the end of the day I was still confronted with the fact that we don't fully understand each other.

#journaling

[mostspecialgirl]

beast tower.

oc rambling under the cut

I ATE THIS SHIT UP !!!!!!!!

ahem. Sorry. I meant. I think i did a good service to iris’s team. or, i guess, Novekhrys’s team, but WE KNOW WHO’S PULLING THE WEIGHT AROUND HERE !!!!!

okay. There’s actually a bit i want to say about cementing these designs.

Gráinne was an easy design to nail. i’ve wanted her to be loosely sparkledog scene adjacent from the get. and that’s what i did. i dunno if i’m satisfied with her color scheme but she canonically dyes her hair something completely different every so often like ramona flowers so it’s cool to just. Have this for now. i’ve been dying to use that pinterest hairstyle i saw a few weeks back and i finally got a nice opportunity to use it. also i gave her a name. she’s gráinne now. because i used to want to call her diarmuid. any fenian cycle fans in the chat

IRIS!!!! she’s the same as last time i drew her properly BUT like Oh My GOD she looks pretty here i was blown away by my own ability. iris is like. one of my first relicverse oc’s to be made in mind with the fact that the Relicverse Is A Thing so she’s always sort of been a benchmark character for me even moreso than demi or any of the sinai have been. i’m glad to have fully assembled a picture of her leg of ninestrike today seeing as i’ve been teetering back and forth on who exactly should lead it, and who’s fitting for her to serve under. novekhrys should have been the obvious choice from the start and i have no idea how i never saw it

like, are you seeing this???

and MY GOD. this is one of those times SETTING 1000 LOOSE THREADS pays the FUCK off because i needed one more admin and OBVIOUSLY it ONLY MAKES SENSE for it to be Kumbhakarna, seeing as Ravana has long been serving under Novekhrys (shoutouts to ravana i dont draw him enough but hes genuinely one of my favorites to write) and the two of them have always gone through cyclical incarnation hell together. i can’t break up the band. AND. Because of course, Ravana’s contract with Novekhrys making him into the Nameless Asura… That means Kumbhakarna must also have entered a similar deal. but i can’t call them both the nameless asura! sure, i can call him the nameless rakshasa instead BUT !!! BUT !!! I HAVE BEEN IN NEED OF CHARACTERS WHO HAVE INHERITED THE ROMAN GOD TITLES POST-DEVILS MANNER !!! and so, of course, he is MORS!!!!! why is that? of course, because of kumbhakarna’s curse… and because of the Somnus Title… what does that mean for Somnus…? Only time shall tell !!!!! Kuahahahahaha !!!!!!

lastly. of course. novekhrys ainzbury. demiurge’s son-in-law. husband of astaphe and father of lucille. I’M EVER SO GLAD TO BE ABLE TO START LOOPING HIM BACK INTO RELEVANT LORE!!!!!!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN!!!!! I’VE EVEN REINSTATED HIS STATUS AS A DRAGON!!!!!! FUCK IT!!!!!!! GIVE HIM THE WORLD!!!!!!!!

previously, in novekhrys’s lore, he existed at a time where magic was a very contentious existence for me in relicverse lore. and if i’m really coming down to it, he was technically the first proper magic user. it completely slipped my mind until literally like a few weeks ago that i realized he’s a tower master within the mage society. i often find myself forgetting astaphe exists, much like everyone seems to forget about the much less powerful children of the demiurge. But voila. my problem was solved. who better for iris to work under?and obviously, who better to be the much needed FREAK of the unraveling division than the FREAK tower master of the beast tower, the very man who fucked demiurge’s only daughter and had a child with her.

letting the pieces slide together was the most satisfying shit in the world. This is why i write. I live for these moments where all my loose threads come together. Good lord. Good fucking lord. And good god man does him being the beast tower master ever serve as such a great rational support to ravana’s existence. I KNOW my ass was not thinking about that at all back then. But like. Fuck yeah dude.

i tried to base his design off of demonic sect leaders in those cultivation novels combined with his draconic origins and it all worked together nicely. he looks better than ever! or maybehe just has long hair. I love long haired men. And horns. He’s lost a little of his signature “pathetic disheveled shell of a man” but i’ll be sure to draw plenty of that when he ISNT posted up for a beauty shot with his admins.

ALSO. holy HELL has his relationship with hana slotted in PERFECTLY. she’s always received funding from an unnamed tower master, and of fucking COURSE having it be novekhyrs the disciple hunter would only make sense. she’s a rare deviant species. his FAVORITE. and it’s never really made too much sense why hana would ever take any particular interest in expanding her leg of ninestrike and joining the union BUT IT ONLY MAKES SENSE IF IT WAS NOVEKHRYS WHO DRAGGED HER INTO IT. bringing in the Small Rewrite that the beast tower was built upon the remains of Hermes’s NinthSpire, and with enough bullshit backstory on the fly lore drawing inspiration between the old lore links between him and Father and BOOM!!!! he’s got his own ninestrike invitation with absolutely zero conflicting changes to established lore!!!! Oh my god and this is why hana takes the name of ninestrike as her own after novekhrys tells her about the history of the science tower

AND i get to write him again. It’s like christmas morning for me. This is nonsense to you all but this is PURE genius at work. This is why you leave everything 85% done because the remaining 15% will come to save your ass in the future. God Bless the Mage Society !!! Long live the Phenomena White Tower !!!

okayi. Have to sleep now. Seriousky. Im insnae

I have to do eight more drawings in this style cor eaxh division now

#leastspecialgirl #mostspecialgirlarttag #oc art #oc #ocs #relicverse #ninestrike #mage society #novekhrys ainzbury #gráinne #dr iris #nameless rakshasa

[florianclaes]

My Global mind

Activity one: Watch or read the news of another country for a period and check how the same events appear in the Belgian news. Do you see any differences? You can discuss e.g. how an important world event is depicted in different countries.

I have watched the news on CNN for three days. CNN is an independent news channel in the United States.

The first thing I noticed was that CNN is a very subjective news channel. It seems like each news channel in the US has its own opinions on events that occur. They are so different from one another because it is all based on opinions. An example of this would be the controversy of a draft opinion that would overturn the abortion law in the whole of the US. The news anchors at CNN were very clearly contra this draft, they talked about how it would destroy lives, create riots and place women back in a place of no power.

In Belgium, news anchors also discuss the pros and cons of such a law, but there is a clear difference between the tone and objectivity. When looking at the Belgian news, the anchors invited a professional to talk about the draft and listened to him before giving any opinions. It seems that in Belgium we first want to have an objective view before dropping in the subjectivity. On the contrary, in the US they start to debate with each other without a real structure or sense of communication. It is like one big boxing match. In the US, they also like to show only one side of the supporter, while in Belgium they interview both sides of the draft.

Something that became very clear to me is that in the US you need to be very selective and careful about the news channel you decide to watch and believe.

 Another thing I noticed is how unprofessional the anchors and guests are on national television.

In Belgium, you have to set an appearance when you are on TV, you want to remain polite and have a good attitude. Everybody also receives an opportunity to talk, and every opinion gets respected even if the other person does not agree. It looks more like a normal conversation. However, in the US, it is the other way around. It is just a heated debate with cursing even being involved. In Belgium, this would be very shameful, and you would get a spot in the newspaper.

Finally, what I noticed was how crazy the headlines were. If you thought the headlines in Belgium were clickbait, then you haven't seen anything yet. An example of this is ‘Stunning on so many levels’: CNN legal analyst breaks down draft opinion obtained by Politico.

Comparing both countries and news channels, I would say I would rather look at a channel that meets in the middle. The US channels were over the top, but not as boring as the Belgian ones. I do think being honest and debating is important, but not behaving like a child and screaming all the time. Overall, it was fun to compare both countries.

Visit a city you have never been to in the ‘discovery’ mode: draw up a travel report. Ensure you also talk to people who are not locals and non- Belgians.

My trip to Lisbon (Portugal)

Lisbon was a beautiful city to visit, it is amazing how rich the city is in culture. The mindset of the citizens is so different compared to Belgium. They seem to have more freedom, even though they have the same restrictions as Belgians. I took the time to enrich my knowledge about their culture because it always has been a big interest of mine to learn more about different cultures. Talking to strangers and listening to their beliefs and views of their meaning of life is always interesting. Most of the time, family and health were primarily their most important factors in life. They believe you don't need to be rich or successful in life, but to live a "good life". For them, this means being a good person by treating everybody with respect and kindness. While also being able to wake up and do what you love doing, if this isn't the case you should work until you are able to do something that makes you enjoy life a little better. In general, it just has to be something simple and enjoyable.

Walking in the streets of Lisbon truly brought me peace, while everybody seemed to be happy and the weather was really nice most of the time. I can't imagine feeling unhappy when you are able to see the sun going down over the horizon, reflecting on the water, and closing the day with friends at the peer.

[cybersvoid]

❥ Your Highness ii

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♡ Pairings: Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: Prince Shigaraki was born with a curse. Anything he touches with his bare hands turns into dust. Everything except you, the new maid who's working in the castle.

Tags: [18+ NSFW] Vaginal Sex, Possessiveness, Controlling, Dubcon, Masturbation, Jealousy, Cursing, Loss Of Virginity, Breeding Kink, etc.

≺Part One≻

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Miss Y/N?” A gentle voice called, stirring you from your sleep. You lazily lifted your head, taking in your surroundings of the room as the prior night started coming back little by little. Your head whipped to the side expecting to see Shigaraki, but luckily he must have slipped away before you had even woken up. You hated the idea that you might see him again. Praying the bed swallows you whole so you could just disappear from existence.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Ah, sorry! Come in,” you called out.

“Please don’t apologize it’s me who has woken you up,” a woman’s voice explained, she had short brown hair and kind-looking eyes. A warm aura surrounded her in a comforting way. She was in a maid uniform, but she didn’t look familiar to you, but then again, you never had the opportunity to meet the maids in this hall since they ran a different area. She must be far more experienced than you to have been moved up to this section of the castle, but she still didn’t look much older than yourself. “His Highness has called me in to prepare a bath for you.”

A bath sounded nice. The perfect opportunity to wipe your slate clean and try to forget about the events of last night. “Thank you, I would greatly appreciate it.

She wasted no time drawing you a bath and helping you inside. You insisted that you were more than capable of bathing yourself, but she was extremely persistent. Claiming your only job at the moment was to relax. It felt a bit invasive at first, being naked in front of someone you just met, but she also made you very comfortable.

“What’s your name?” You asked to fill the silence.

“Oh, pardon my rudeness. My name is Ochaco Uraraka, please feel free to talk to me informally.”

“My name is Y-”

“I know. Everyone knows. There’s a lot of rumors buzzing around you Miss, I wouldn’t let it bother you though. You’re lucky.” She spoke up, bringing you a towel to dry yourself, “when His Highness has taken a maid to bed, they usually don’t survive through the night. He must have taken quite the liking to you.”

Lucky? Why did you feel anything but lucky in this moment?

After you bathed and ate, you felt eager to jump back into work, hoping it would help take your mind off of things. Maybe if you kept busy, His Highness wouldn’t look for you and you would be safe. So you did just that, throwing yourself into whatever work you could.

“Wow, you sure are eager, Y/N.” Uraraka laughed, “Are you sure you don’t want to take a break? His Highnes-”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you cut off, not in the mood to hear his name. Possibly picking up on that, she just nodded her head and continued showing you to your next assignment.

“I see, well, how about we sweep some leaves off of the pathway outside? It’s a beautiful day and I’m sure you could use some fresh air.”

“Yeah… that sounds nice.” You could use the fresh air. Everywhere you went you heard whispers, everyone’s eyes locked onto you no matter where you went. You couldn’t even pin the looks to one emotion. Sympathy and jealousy crowded you in every direction you looked. You wish you could just scream and explain to them that this wasn’t what you wanted in the slightest, and if it was up to you, you would be gone, but His Highness was right, it’s not like anyone would care, and even if they did it’s not like there was much they would do.

“Y/N?” Uraraka called, snapping you out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I was just thinking.” You explained, continuing to sweep away the fallen leaves on the path.

“How about I go get us some water. Wouldn’t want you overheating out here.” She joked, a small smile making its way onto your face as she ran off, leaving you to work alone. You didn’t mind it though. It was strangely peaceful. The whole castle was beautiful. You never got to fully enjoy it yesterday because you were so busy, but you were glad you got to now. The breeze flowed against your skin, cooling you as you worked. The birds flew in the air as they sang a beautiful song of freedom. You truly wished this moment would never end.

“My my, you are a cute one!” A voice cooed, a short blond-haired girl skipping over to you, as a taller, more brooding, black-haired man trailed close behind. “You must be my future sister! Big brother Shigaraki has good taste, but I gotta say you’re way out of his league.”

“I-I’m sorry?” Did this girl just call you big sister? And she referred to Shigaraki as big brother which means they must be...

“Oh, don’t mind us,” The deep voice of the man next to her cut in, “we just wanted to check out our brother’s new toy. Word travels fast in this kingdom and when we caught wind that there was a servant lucky enough to survive the night with him, we just had to check you out personally. But now that I’m looking at you. I can see why he’s taken a liking to you.”

The way his eyes traveled up and down your body, his gaze lingering on some areas more than others, made you feel vulnerable. That he was somehow looking at every part of you despite the fact that you were clothed. You nervously began to shuffle in place, your arms crossing over your chest in an attempt to create some sort of barrier between yourself and the two strangers in front of you.

“Now, now.” He chuckled, taking a step closer, his hand trailing down your arm as he stood over you, “Don’t look so afraid. We aren’t here to hurt you.”

“Dabi, enough. You’re scaring them.” The girl warned before giving you a soft smile revealing her slightly pointed teeth,

“It’s not my fault she scares so easily.”

“Dabi! Toga!” An angry voice called out, Shigaraki approaching with a look of disdain coating his face. You felt your stomach drop at his sudden arrival. Feeling even more uncomfortable than before.

“Big brother!”

“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Dabi grinned, sending a wink your way as you diverted your attention. Shigaraki slid next to you, his arm being wrapped around your side as he aggressively yanked you into him.

“Leave. Don’t come to my castle again without an invitation. You have your own, now use them.” That was all he said as he pulled you back inside.

The last thing you heard was the two mumble a “No fun.” before the doors slammed behind you.

He didn’t speak a word to you while dragging you around. Not even as you cried out about how his grip hurt you, he didn’t care, not even bothering to loosen his hold until the two of you were in his bedroom. He carelessly threw you onto the edge of the bed, towering over you with a terrifying look of anger on his face.

“I’m not a patient man. I tried, I truly did, but you made that impossible. So I’m not going to wait another minute to claim you.” Not even bothering to explain further, he ripped your dress off, your hands springing up in an attempt to shield your breast before he began tearing into your tights and panties as easy as if they were made of paper. He began unbuckling his pants, his cock springing free from its confinement. “When I’m done with you, everyone is going to know who you belong to.”

You tried to back away, begging him to stop, but he couldn’t care less about your futile attempts to stop him as he crawled on top of you. Pinning your hands above your head so you couldn’t hide from him as he palmed your core. It felt so embarrassing and invasive to be exposed like this to him once again, this time in broad daylight. You hated every second of it, crying in embarrassment, and he loved it.

“Stop crying, you deserve this. Bad girls need to be punished. You were just going to let that son of a bitch put his hands on you? How far would you have let him go if I didn’t show up? Would you have fucked him right outside in front of everyone?” He growled a single finger pushing it’s way inside you. You cried out as you felt him stroke your walls from the inside. “Jesus, you’re so tight I can feel your walls clamping down on just my finger. Well, maybe you are a good girl after all. This is going to feel great… well for one of us. This is still a punishment for you.” He smirked, took his finger out, giving it a quick suck before lining the head of his cock up with your entrance.

“Please, not there!” You cried, your mother’s words ringing in your head like an echoing bell. ‘Your virginity is something sacred, Y/N. Only to be given to your future husband, someone you love.’ Her voice was soft, yet stern. How you wished you were with her now. “This should be done between lovers. Husband and wife.”

“Husband? Do you think I would ever let you marry someone? You are a maid under me. I am the future king of this entire shit-hole of a kingdom. I own everyone and everything in it, which means you belong to me. No one else.” He grinned sadistically at your cowering form, “But… if it makes you feel better. You can call me your husband. Come on, give it a try. Say, I love you, Husband.”

You turned your head away, refusing to give in to his cruel game. His teasing was going too far, but worst of all there was nothing you could do about it. You felt the head of his cock start rubbing up and down your slit, a tingling feeling sliding through your body causing your nipples to perk up. A moan slipped past your lips as a new feeling started to overtake your body. “Come on, princess. I might go easy on you with it being your first time and all. Just say it. Won’t it make you feel better?”

You almost wanted to scream. You doubt in any way that this would ‘make you feel better’ but you also doubt he cared to begin with.

“I… I love you, Husband.” You cringed, gritting your teeth at the statement that just found its way out of your mouth. You hated calling him that word, but Shigaraki on the other hand seemed a bit excited by the new name. He couldn’t wait to fill you up any longer.

He lined up the head of his cock with your hole before pushing his way in. You inhaled sharply at the pain, your nails sinking into his shoulder out of reaction as he somehow managed to fit his entire length inside of you. It hurt, tears slipping past your eyes as Shigaraki was panting with desire. The feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock as you were completely at his mercy felt incredible. There was no way he would ever let you slip out of his grasp. You and every hole in your body were his, and he would make sure that when morning came your body would remember that. Remember the feeling of him inside of you, and the feeling of his skin on yours, just like he did with you.

All day he was suffering. The feeling of your cunt pressed against him when morning came had got him turned on before the day had even begun. He ended up masturbating over your sleeping form once again, even though he was so desperate to just take you then and there. While in his office he couldn’t get the night prior out of his head, leaving him with a hard-on and a rather foul mood that only seemed to worsen at the sight of you and his shitbrained brother talking. But with you now, taking his cock like a good servant, maybe he could forgive you.

Before you were even able to adjust to him filling you up, he began pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, as your hole clenched around him. Every time he pulled out, he felt your walls pull him back in, keeping him wanting more and more.

This was sex? Your mind was finding it hard to focus as he continued to enter you with an almost animalistic desire. It hurt, but it was almost starting to become… pleasurable. Your walls slickened at the continuous feeling of him hitting deep inside you. Your toes curled as a strange sensation started to build up.

“Feel good?” He groaned, not even slowing his pace as he asked the question, too eager chasing his own high. You leaned back as chills ran up your body, you were starting to feel so hot, the cold breeze nipping at your skin. Shigaraki took this as an invitation to let his mouth wander, immediately latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and biting with such a desire, as if he was a starved man and your tit was the only source of nourishment he’s had in years. He bit the tender skin and pulled with his teeth quickly, before releasing your small bud and latching onto its opposite. You whimpered out in pain at his harsh treatment of your now sore nipple.

“I asked you a question.” He mumbled over your breast, sinking his nails into your thigh to give himself a better grip and pulling you closer so he could somehow manage to pound even deeper into your now soaking cunt. He was addicted to the feeling of your skin, he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to leave his mark all over you. “I asked, do you feel good?”

You could barely find the words to describe this feeling. It was hurt but in almost a good way. The pleasure somehow overpowering the pain and leaving you wanting more. All you would do was nod.

“How about a thank you? Didn’t I say I would make you feel good? Even though you don’t deserve it. You little slut, coming onto my brother, like a fucking whore. But luckily for you, I’m very forgiving. I think I deserved to be thanked. Don’t you? Say ‘thank you Tomura, my sweet husband’”

Once again he was feeding you words to say, but this time your mind was too fogged to put up a fight as he began to suck and nip at your chest and neck. Causing the skin to darken where his lips once lingered “T-hank you, Tomura, my sweet husband.” You managed to cry out, your voice quivering at all the overwhelming feelings erupting through your skin.

“Mmm, fuck. So obedient. So perfect. I want you to take all of my cum. I want you to be swollen with my heir. Every time someone looks at you, with my child growing inside of you, I want there to be no doubt that you’re mine.” The final word seems to finish him off as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up past your limits as pleasure flowed over you, wave after wave. Your cunt clenching around him and sucking every drop out of him. Both of you became weak as your orgasms faded, a weight seeming to be lifted off your chest as your whole body felt relaxed. Shigaraki’s hand came up to your face wiping the stray tears off of your tired face. His hand slipped down to your neck, yanking your forward and crashing your lips against him as he stole what was left of your breath away in a kiss.

God, he could definitely get used to this.

“My father wants to have dinner with me and my siblings,” he stated, releasing you as he pulled himself out of your cunt, the tiniest of whimpers leaving your lips at the empty feeling, “he has some things he wants to discuss with us. I’ll be bringing you, so you better be on your best behavior… or don’t. I don’t give a shit. I sure as hell wouldn’t mind punishing you again if necessary.” You couldn’t think about leaving the room, your body feeling overly sensitive to even the air in the room, but at the same time, another punishment sounds less than ideal. Not to mention you’d be meeting the king, and be forced to reunite with Dabi and Toga, this whole situation seemed like a disaster just waiting to happen.

“I’ll send one of the servants in to help you bathe and get you a new uniform so just stay put until then. I’ll be right back, so don’t even think about wandering off.”

Again, you couldn’t even imagine it. Your body finding the bed the comfiest place in the world as of now.

"After dinner, if you're a good girl, I may just give you a present."

You cringed at the words. Why do you have the strangest feeling that the present would be something only he would enjoy?

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[sukirichi]

black magic [01]

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

part one | part two (nsfw)

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this...maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

“You’re my wife,” he huffs while dropping the bloody towel on the floor. Sukuna wraps the bandage around your ankle and carries you bridal style even though you’re perfectly capable of walking, but he shoots you a silencing glare. You’d have knocked him in the face any other day, but he’s particularly warm and smells nice today – plus you’re beat – that you bury your face in his chest, ignoring that stupid fluttering in your stomach. “Of course I do.”

You snicker, mind tracing back to your earlier years of this dreaded marriage.

It definitely wasn’t the best – the memories blurring between strangling each other to making out as if breathing was never a thing – and it felt like forever ago when you first met him.

You’d never say it out loud, but... you don’t regret this arranged marriage. Not when Sukuna is tucking himself beside you on the bed, your head above his muscular chest a place similar to home. He covers both your bodies over with a blanket, pulling your body closer to him with a strong arm, his lips pressing onto the crown of your head.

Ugh, you think to yourself, giving in to the need to cuddle your husband after a long day of work. You still refuse to say it out loud, though, and you irk him further by muttering, “That’s not what you said two years ago.”

“I wasn’t in love with you then.”

 “I refuse to be married to you!”

Sukuna fights back the urge to cover his ears. Ever since your clan decided to visit his land and started exorcising curses one by one, his life has been nothing but hell. Not only are your relatives the most arrogant people ever with a consistent god complex, they just had to let their little mortal child be in charge of taking on the stronger curses. Seriously, what were they thinking, sending you – who’s barely even out of their training bra years – to deal with curses like him?

Everyone knows Sukuna is a no bullshit man. He won’t hesitate to cut your head off the moment you came raging at him, but then he sees how young you are and decides to send you back to your family.

Expecting that everyone would just call it a day and he’d get offerings for his unexpected mercy, Sukuna is beyond stupefied when they send you back to his temple, all dressed pretty with a basket of fruits and flowers braided in your hair. He remembers growling because you look adorable, but that’s easily wiped away when you open your mouth, your voice scratchy against his ears as you stomp your feet like the young mortal you are.

Sukuna pushes a thumb to his forehead to ease the impending headache, and that’s just from your presence. Something inside him tells that you’re going to be a bigger pain than you look.

“You don’t have much of a choice. You should’ve thought of that before deciding to run rampage over my land,” he reminds, turning boredly to his lone servant from above his throne. Sukuna isn’t impressed, to say the least, especially with your clan’s audacious proposition to gain his favour just this once. “Is this really the woman you bring me – the one they insist to be my wife?”

“She is their best fighter, my Lord.”

Well, he can’t disagree to that. You did, after all, single-handedly give him a cut on the cheek. “She’s feisty indeed.”

“Don’t talk as if I’m not here!”

“Mouthy too,” he mumbles to himself, but your sorcerer senses are sharp and easily picks up on it. He sees you flush angry again, looking immensely adorable with your tiny fists clenched like that and he snorts, waving a hand in the air. “Whatever. Get the wedding over with,” he nods to his servant, his sigh loud and tired as he makes his way to you.

You don’t stiffen at each haunting step, his eyes only glimmering harder with entertainment. It’s rare to find a mortal that doesn’t quiver at the sight of him, the urge to break you only growing stronger.

Even as he cups your face, making sure to not let his claws dig into your precious skin, Sukuna smirks. You’ll be entertaining indeed.

So Sukuna makes a promise, four eyes surveying the way your body is starting to fill in curves at the right places, the swell of your flesh just perfect in his hands... He chuckles to himself, daunting you further as he leans down to your ear, taking pleasure in the slight way your breath hitches. “Maybe then I’ll get to teach you a lesson or two.”

You’re definitely something else, taking advantage of each presented opportunity and not wasting any time before you make your move. Right after the wedding and everyone’s left, leaving you alone with your new husband behind closed doors; you push him until he’s on the ground, legs straddling each side of his hips while you growl above him – the sound similar to a battle cry.

Sukuna merely smirks, barely moving a muscle as his large hands come up to rest on your hips to steady you. “I’ve imagined countless ways you’d be on top of me like this,” his eyes light up with humour upon feeling the cold blade on his skin, “None of them included a knife on my neck though.”

“Shut your mouth. I will kill you myself,” you warn, pressing your knife harder until it draws a slight tinge of blood.

You hardly look threatening above him like this, dolled up to look the best in your wedding with this cursed being. If anything, you look more divine than deadly, and Sukuna thinks that perhaps your beauty could be your best weapon. You are bewitching, after all.

“I refuse to be your Queen and sit next to your throne.”

“Then why didn’t you stop the wedding?”

“I—”

Sukuna’s teasing grin grows wider when you pull back, trying so hard to not trip over your words. It takes all of his self-restraint to not take you right then and there, but he does a good job of holding back, enjoying this view above him instead. “Could it be you’re attracted to me after all, hm, little one?”

“Do not test me, Curse. I’m more than capable of exorcising you myself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’re the strongest in the Gojo clan, are you not?” he prompts to appease you, “I don’t even want to see what you’re capable of, but maybe, just maybe...” just as his eyes darken, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk, Sukuna digs his claws into your thigh in a possessive show of ownership, a painful reminder that you’re his now. “...You could put on a little show for me?”

“I hate you!”

Experienced and strong as you are, you’re nothing compared to a thousand year old curse who’s killed a lot more people faster than you could blink. Sukuna immediately notices the animalistic way you draw your blade, arm swung back with rage written all over your face. Before you could so much as bat an eye, he easily switches the positions until you’re under him, using only one hand to pin your arms above your head, your blade effortlessly thrown to the other side of the room.

“As I thought, you’re a lot prettier under me like this,” he observes, roaming his eyes shamelessly over the fabric clinging prettily to your body. You’ve fallen silent at his unconcealed attention, your compliance enticing him to lean closer just to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“Not so feisty now, little one? Where’d all your hatred for me go?” Sukuna pulls back with widened eyes, “Oh? Am I hearing it wrong or is your pathetic human heart beating so loud right now?” You refuse to look at him, wriggling your hips in an attempt to leave, completely unaware that the mere movement is hypnotizing the curse above you. Sukuna grips your hips in warning, not wanting to destroy you – not now, anyway. “You know all you need to do is say it. I’d gladly take you right here and then.” His words spoken with that deep, throaty voice immediately sends a wave of heat down your core, but you turn away from him, breathing hard and nervously; something Sukuna picks up on in an instant. “Little one...have you never had a man hold you like this before?”

“N-no...”

“I see. Pure and innocent behind that ferocity, huh?” He surprises you by pulling away, smoothening his white robes down as he leaves you panting still on the floor. “Fine. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

“I’d rather die before that ever comes out from my mouth.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, winking at you before he shuts the door. “Little one.”

There’s a lot of weird – and utterly inconvenient things – about being Sukuna’s wife. The man eats everything, absolutely everything, and it doesn’t help that he sucks at hunting too. For a man so huge and burly, he sure is lazy, preferring to do the laundry in the riverside instead while you go out every day to prepare your meals.

You actually don’t mind, but it’s very fun to complain around him.

You’re on your way back to the temple when Sukuna grabs at you, making you drop the freshly caught birds onto the ground. Your brows furrow, about to scold him for being too eager again when Sukuna stares at your arm, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Following his line of sight, your lips form an ‘o’ shape. There’s blood trickling down your forearm from his claws accidentally cutting you, guilt written all over his face. Another weird thing about Sukuna is that he babbles a lot when he’s emotional, and you’re too tired to hear him beat himself over it that you just drag him inside your room, sitting his ass down before taking a clipper.

Sukuna scoffs when you start cutting his nails. It irks him that you don’t even bother wiping the blood off first and he tsks, eyes narrowed at you. “You should have thicker skin.”

You roll your eyes as you file his nails; you’ve been married to him long enough to know it’s his way of saying sorry. Not wanting to let him wallow in guilt any louder, you pad kisses over his knuckles before swiping the black ink off your desk, using a pen brush to colour your nails instead. Sukuna hovers behind you, head tilted to the side as he watched you. “Are you painting your nails black?” he utters in disbelief, trying to ignore the fact he feels...proud and even a little smug. “Not so fitting for the angelic sorcerer now, isn’t it?”

“I’m only doing this so you don’t feel left out.”

“Maybe I’ll add markings to your pretty face too,” he cups your jaw to make you turn to him, landing a solid kiss flat to your lips which makes you sigh, pretending to be annoyed but leaning over for another peck anyway. Sukuna laughs and pulls you onto his lap, kissing your neck this time around, a little annoyed that you don’t stop in brandishing your nails. “Wife, what do you think?”

“I have work, Sukuna. You flirting with me doesn’t change the fact I need to go.”

“Come home safe for me, at least?” he breathes down your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You’ve definitely changed since the first time he’s met you, starting from a mean (although he stands strong that you are still mean to him sometimes) temperamental little one to a mature, stronger sorcerer who’s secretly weak for his wife.

Unable to resist him as always, you turn around once you’ve finished painting your nails, rubbing your nose over his until your strong, scary husband is turning into putty at your hands. “Of course I will,” you peck his lips one last time, Sukuna’s eyes closing as he dives in for a deeper kiss. “I’ll always come back home to my handsome husband.”

If anyone were to ask how it’s possible that the King of Curses is actually very soft for his sorcerer wife, everyone would claim it’s impossible and a heresy – but if you ask Sukuna, it’s probably just black magic doing its wonders.

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Who's my Good Boy?

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Request: will you write the post you reblogged, the one that says billy likes to be called 'good boy' in bed? if not, can i request that? 👀 thanks!!!!

A/N: Oh man. This one… I had way too much fun with this one lmao It took on a life of its own and I don't know if it went in a direction you're okay with, but fuck me sideways, it went there 😂 

Warnings: cursing, smut. Like serious fucking smut, I'm not even kidding. Knife play, lil bit of blood, dom/sub bullshit. Sub!Billy for once and the little shit secretly loves it. 

If you're under 18 then please avert your eyes and scroll on by. If you're over 18 then enjoy and maybe cleanse yourself in some holy water when you're done lmao. I'd say I'm sorry but that would be a bare faced fucking lie 😂😂😂

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You glanced in the mirror and admired your appearance. The black lace lingerie looked good on you and you felt pretty sexy. It was a new set since Billy had already seen every piece of underwear you owned. It was time to cash in on your win and you knew just what you wanted. 

You and Billy often bet with each other over numerous things and more often than not, Billy would win. This time you'd actually won and like hell you'd be squandering this opportunity. He'd bet that he could get more girls numbers at the bar you'd been at and you'd gladly accepted. Never one to turn down his challenges. 

Maybe it was weird for a couple to go off and flirt with other people and get their numbers like that but both of you never intended on calling the girls. It was simply a fun challenge. And you wished you'd taken a picture of Billy's face when you both counted and you'd got 5 more numbers than him. He looked horrified, wildly offended, ridiculously proud and also pretty aroused. You hadn't cashed in then, two nights ago, and you hadn't told him what you had planned. But you most certainly had plans.

Billy loved being in control in every aspect of his life. It was just the way he was and that bled into the bedroom too. You were more than happy to play the sub to his dom and you loved it, but you often wondered just how Billy would fare if the roles were reversed. How would he handle you taking charge and teasing him to the brink of insanity like he did to you?

You were waiting for him to get home from work and once you heard the door, you grinned to yourself. You knew Billy's senses were sharp, perks of dating a former marine sniper, but you crept out of the bedroom and saw him sat on the sofa facing away from you. You knew you wouldn't be able to sneak up on him, not through lack of trying, so you weren't disappointed that he didn't jump when you leaned over the back of the sofa, wrapping your arms around him from behind. 

"Hey, baby," he murmured with a smile, tilting his head to look at you. His hands came up to stroke your arms and you could see curiosity burning in his eyes at your lack of clothes although he couldn't see from his angle just what you had on. You kissed his cheek sweetly and he smiled, leaning into the touch. 

"I'm ready to cash in my win," you smirked. He raised a brow, lips quirking a little as his eyes glittered with curiosity. 

"Really?" He asked, voice low and sultry and you had to remind yourself you had a plan. 

You were nowhere near Billy's level of patience and control but you'd try hard to stick to the plan. You unwound your arms from him, stepping back a bit and you saw his eyes trail down your body, taking in the black lace against your skin and the stockings you had on. The wolfish grin that spread across his face made your knees weak. 

He got up, slinking over to you like a panther, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you. You had to fight the urge to submit to him. To fall on your knees and worship his cock. Now wasn't the time. He reached out to grab your hips but your hands darted out, seizing his wrists tightly. 

"I didn't say you could touch," you said firmly, quirking a brow at him. His lips parted slightly, a dark chuckle leaving them as his fingers flexed but he made no move to escape your hold despite how easy it would be for him. He looked curious and delighted by where this was going, to see this side to you. 

You let him go, pleased when his hands settled by his sides, clenched into fists. You knew he would take it as a personal challenge but you also knew it would be hard for him not to touch you which is why you had plans for once you got into the bedroom. You grabbed his tie, yanking him close as your lips ghosted his. His clenched fists were still by his sides.

"No touching," you reminded him before you kissed him. He kissed back fervently, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth and it caused you to moan. Drawing out a groan in response from him. 

When you broke away, a sly grin painted your lips and you could see his resolve for not touching you was wearing thin. You let his tie fall back against his chest before you turned on your heel, feeling his gaze on your ass as you sauntered into the bedroom. He followed obediently as you perched on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as you looked up at him. 

"Strip," your firm command was met by a smirk from him and he took his time to remove all of his clothes. The man was built like a god and you could feel how wet you were already as your eyes drank him in greedily. His smug smirk let you know he knew just what he did to you. 

You stood up, loving the way his eyes didn't leave you as you beckoned him over. He walked over with no hesitation and his hands went to grab you again. Before you had to intervene, they snapped back to his sides, balled up into fists and you smirked at him as your hands smoothed up his bare toned chest.

"Good boy," you murmured, your lips ghosting his. His groaned, head snapping forward and his teeth caught your lower lip. The only act of rebellion you'd allow for the night. 

You kissed him greedily, a hand fisting his hair as his mouth devoured yours before you moved away feeling breathless. You really needed to make sure you kept control over yourself. You pushed him to lay back, gesturing with your hand for him to scoot up and lay on the pillows. He did as instructed, his heavy lidded gaze never leaving you. You knew for a fact he was staring at your ass when you bent down to get his tie. You made a bit of a show of it and he groaned. 

He raised a curious brow as you returned with his tie in hand and you smirked, moving to straddle him. You sat more on his torso though so he couldn't find any friction from you. You grabbed his hands without a word and pinned them above his head, making quick work of tying them together and to the headboard. His almost black eyes pinned you in place from where he lay and it sent a thrill right through you.

"Y/N…" his low voice was silky smooth but it was full of warning. It was the voice he usually used before he made your ass cheeks red and had you begging him to fuck you senseless. You loved it. You fluttered your lashes at him with a coy smile, gripping his jaw before you leaned down to kiss him deeply. He kissed you back hard and it amused you how he was still trying to have some level of control with this. You'd soon break him. 

"I'm in charge, be a good boy for me," you purred against his lips. He groaned, shifting his hips as he tried to find something, anything, to rub against but he found nothing. You could see the frustration on his face. You moved to kneel next to him, really wanting to avoid his cock as much as possible to really drag this out and you started to kiss and nip at his neck. He tilted his head, giving you easy access as he hummed, hands flexing over his head as he gave the tie a tug to no avail. 

You kissed down his toned chest, giving his nipple a teasing lick and nip and he moaned softly, arching his hips again pointlessly. You couldn't help but smirk against his skin as you continued to kiss down his body. You purposely steered clear of his dick, kissing his thighs as you settled between them and biting them, leaving marks as he groaned. He kept tugging at the tie and you knew it was killing him not to be able to touch you. You were revelling in it. You left another mark at the juncture of his thigh that had him gasping and squirming and you really started to see just why he loved to tease you so much. 

"Shit," he moaned, head falling back as you started licking and sucking at his balls. You hummed around them as you lavished them with attention and he couldn't stay still as he kept arching up at nothing with frustrated groans. You grinned to yourself before licking a stripe up his lower belly, adjacent to his throbbing cock but making sure you didn't touch it. 

"Untie me, Y/N," he strained voice was full of authority as he punctuated his words with a sharp tug at his binds. 

"Ah, ah, ah. I'm in charge," you tsked at him, raising a brow. His nostrils flared at your defiance, a growl leaving his lips. But his eyes were sparkling and you knew that despite how unsettling the lack of control was, how frustrating it was for him to have you not do as he says, he was enjoying it at the same time. 

You moved to straddle him, once again higher up and leaving his cock with no purchase to rub against. You gripped his jaw tightly, leaning down with hard eyes as he blinked up at you.

"You're not being a very good boy, Billy. Only good boys get rewarded," you murmured, delighting in his answering moan. You reached over to the nightstand, grabbing one of his many knives that he always kept there. You twirled it with ease in a move that he'd taught you and you heard his breathing hitch. 

His black eyes glanced at it before going back to your face and you smirked at his groan of 'fuuuuck' as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. You trailed the knife carefully down your neck and over your lace clad breasts and it wasn't lost on you how still he became. The knife was incredibly sharp but even through his lust filled haze he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, not wanting to jostle you and have you cut yourself. 

"You gonna be a good boy now?" You asked, blinking down at him. He nodded stiffly and your answering smile was devilish. You slipped the knife between your breasts under the bra, angling it away from you and slicing the material with ease. His eyes were locked on the knife now and his hands kept flexing into fists over and over despite how still he'd become. Your breasts now exposed, you kept the knife in hand as you slipped the straps off one by one and tossed the now useless material carelessly on the floor. 

His eyes drank you in with a hunger that made you wet and you smirked down at him. The knife then sliced through either side of your panties and you slipped the material off and it was discarded with the bra. Obsidian eyes drifted down to where your legs were spread on him and he bared his teeth a little before licking his lips. You took your time, surprisingly still calm and in control as you trailed the blade down from his neck to his chest. He shifted his hips up, once again finding nothing to help, but the tip of the blade nicked his skin ever so slightly and a drop of blood pooled on his chest. You knew he'd done it on purpose since he'd been so careful when the knife was on you. 

Locking eyes with him, you leaned down and licked up the drop of blood and he hissed, tugging at his binds again.

"Fuck… Y/N…" the authoritative tone was gone and replaced with a pleading one and you knew you were finally wearing him down. You gave him a wolfish grin as you set the knife back on the nightstand before giving him a deep kiss that he responded to willingly, his hips moving once more to no avail. 

"Do you know what I want?" You asked softly, lips a hair away from his.

"My dick?" He replied, not missing a beat. His voice was low and hoarse as he leaned up trying to chase your lips but you moved just out of his reach with a snort. You couldn't help it. His grin back at you made you smile despite the current situation. He always loved making you laugh and even this didn't change that. You placed a teasing kiss at the corner of his mouth and when he tried to tilt his head to meet your lips, you gripped his jaw firmly and held him in place. 

"What I want…" you kissed along his jaw, "is for you…" you kissed your way to his ear as he squirmed under you, "to beg," you purred in his ear. 

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, tugging helplessly at the tie. It made you smirk as you sat back upright and looked down at him all innocent like. Your hands trailed down your body, palming your breasts as his eyes took you in. He squeezed them shut for a moment as if that would help but it wasn't for long before his obsidian gaze was back on you. He couldn't help himself. 

He watched with rapt interest as your hand trailed lower until it reached between your legs. You moaned softly as your fingers circled your clit lazily, your eyes not leaving his face. His eyes looked wild now, desperate and you were just waiting for him to snap. 

"Y/N," he pleaded, making you grin wickedly. It wasn't enough though. You ignored him and his restless hips as he tried his hardest to find friction. 

You knelt up a little, allowing yourself to slip two fingers inside your soaked pussy with ease and you moaned, biting your lip as you started fingering yourself. 

"Shit… fuck… Y/N, please," he begged, sending a thrill right through you at how desperate he sounded. 

"Please what?" You asked breathlessly, another soft moan leaving your lips as you continued to pleasure yourself. His dark eyes were darting from what you were doing and to your face, his chest heaving as he squirmed. 

"Fuck me. Fuckin' touch me, I don't care. Do something! Please," he was so helpless and looked on the brink of insanity and it's just where you wanted him. Where he'd gotten you so many times before. 

Your fingers slipped out of you and you offered them to him, quirking a brow. He wasted no time in opening his mouth and sucking them clean, groaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted as his tongue swirled around your fingers. Fuck, if that didn't turn you on. 

Gripping his jaw, you rewarded him with a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. 

"Good Boy," you breathed softly, earning a moan from him. You shifted down a little, kneeling up and he hissed when you finally grabbed his cock. You lined him up before sinking down onto him with a moan and the noise he made was downright dirty and you knew you'd file that away for a later date. 

You stayed where you were, unmoving, and when he shifted his hips up to you, you raised a brow in warning at him. It amused you when he complied and stilled immediately, worried you'd climb right off him after he finally got what he wanted. You still weren't done driving him crazy yet and you knelt back up, his cock almost slipping out of you, only the tip inside. You teased him, not sinking down all the way, not even halfway before you lifted back to just the tip and he whined. Billy fucking Russo actually whined and you smirked in delight at the noise you'd drawn from him. 

"Please. Please, please, just… fuck," he gasped, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his brow as he bared his teeth again. Having someone as composed and calculated as Billy like this was a huge turn on and you rewarded him by sinking back down fully until he bottomed out and he moaned loudly. The tug on his binds let you know he really wanted to touch you. If it wasn't for the fact you'd googled the best way to tie him up, you had no doubt he'd be pinning you to the bed right now and fucking you like an animal. He got like that sometimes. Practically feral. And you could see the glint in his eyes right now. 

You started bouncing on his cock, the pair of you moaning and you felt the relief the same as he did. You'd worked yourself up quite a bit but you were proud of yourself that you'd held out and got what you wanted out of him. You'd fully expected to cave to him way before it got that far. He was chanting your name like a fervent prayer, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as you rode him hard and fast. 

He was still tugging on the tie as his hips arched up to meet each hard thrust and you felt him hit all the right spots as you moaned. 

"Untie me. Please fuckin' untie me, I need to touch you," he begged, voice raw as he pulled more on the tie. You snarled, your hand darting out and gripping his throat, squeezing it a little as you kept moving. His eyes went wide, lips parted as he moaned even louder.

"No," you bit out, eyes blazing. His back arched, a gasp leaving his lips as he fucked up at you harder. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned desperately, actually whimpering when you squeezed his throat tighter.

You leaned down, hand still firm around his throat and you nipped at his lower lip. 

"Who's my Good Boy?" You asked breathlessly. 

"Me… I am," he moaned without hesitation. He looked completely blissed out and you felt the pleasure building up at a rapid rate inside of you. 

Seeing him in the throes of pleasure like this sent you over the edge and you cried out, clamping down around him as your hips faltered for a second, your release washing over you.

"Don't stop, don't… please, don't fuckin'  stop," he begged helplessly, his voice a mere breathy whisper as he kept rutting up into you. You obliged through your orgasmic haze and his moans got louder, hands balled into fists above his head before a loud groan filled the room. After a few more stuttered thrusts up into you, he stilled, as did you, and you smiled feeling heavenly.

You leaned over, easily untying him before you collapsed on his chest and caught your breath. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you, his hands smoothing the skin on your back as if making up for the time he hadn't been able to touch you.

"Holy shit," he murmured breathlessly, nuzzling your hair. You smiled tiredly before sitting back up. You took his wrists in your hands delicately. They were a little red from all his tugging and you placed soft kisses to each of them. When your eyes landed on his face again he was giving you a soft smile that made your heart stop for a moment. 

"Did you enjoy it?" You asked hesitantly. His smile widened, one hand on your hip as the other stroked your face.

"You're kiddin', right? I think it's obvious I did. Didn't know you had it in you," he smirked. You blushed and rolled your eyes playfully, leaning down and kissing him softly. You moved away to lay your head back on him feeling content to just fall asleep like this with his softening cock still inside of you. 

"I gotta say… I'm pretty impressed. You did me proud," he smirked into your hair as his fingers trailed lazily up and down your back. You hummed softly, snuggling into him more. 

"Well, I learned from the best," you replied with a sleepy grin. He chuckled and you felt him press a kiss to your head. 

"Don't think we're makin' a habit of it though. Was fuckin' torture," he snorted, making you giggle a little. 

"Now you know how you make me feel," you murmured tiredly. He chuckled, a hand winding into your hair as his fingers rubbed your scalp and you were helpless to succumb to sleep when he did that. The pair of you drifted off still tangled together and you still had a smile on your face as you remembered that you'd gotten Mr Marine to beg for you. 

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine

[lillianastras]

“Hit Me With Your Best Shot” -- The Darkling x Reader

Pairing: The Darkling x Reader (no surprise here)

Warnings: none, I think

Summary: The Darkling and his second spar in the morning, after he starts to doubt her abilities have worsened over time.

A/N: I feel so great that I actually used my own experience in martial arts for writing this. Also, I’m so empowered by all the great feedback I’m getting from you guys. If anyone has requests, please send those my way!

“Rule number one,” he says, “Only take a break after saying you need a break. Otherwise I won’t know and will wipe the ground with you.” Her eyebrows shoot up and he has to fight a smile, glad he caused the reaction. “Rule number two,” he continues, hands behind his back, his wrists wrapped in cloths, to numb the harshness of his blows. “No Small Science. Whatever you do to me, you do it with your own two hands.” “That was just plain filthy.”

This time Aleksander grits his teeth, not appreciating the interruption. She is standing in the middle of the training grounds, arms crossed in front of her chest, the same irritated expression on her face since she had woken up. He could tell she was looking around, looking for an opportunity, an excuse to leave. Yet, there is little chance that anyone else is up this early, except by the pair of guards by the gate.

“The Drüsskele attacks are getting more aggressive than ever,” he hisses , trying his best not to raise his voice at her. “You need to know how to defend yourself when they hold your hands apart.”  It’s not happening again, he thinks. The years have passed, but even time didn’t manage to blur the memory of Luda bleeding out on the ground. “I know how to defend myself!” She hisses back, and the Darkling gives her a cold stare.

“Ivan said he managed to tackle you to the ground several times yesterday.”

Her lips curl in disdain, but not for Ivan, he knows. She likes the Heartrender probably as much as he does, which came as a surprise at the start. He is rude and harsh, but even he manages to crack the occasional smile to two in her presence. That’s just how she is.

No, he thinks, the grimace just proves the truth in his words. Her skills had deteriorated, and she needs to get herself together. For her own good.

“Ivan is bigger than me,” she mumbles, but her eyes are staring at the ground. Even she realises this is a poor excuse, if any excuse at all. 

“They are always going to be bigger than you. And I might not be there to have your back at all times.” It might not matter, he thinks bitterly, and his hands ball into fists, even if I am.

“Alright.” The easy agreement comes as a surprise, although easy might be an understatement. She gave her best efforts to keep him in bed this morning with gentle caresses, suggestive whispers and kisses down his neck. But still, he had dragged her outside as quickly as he could and she was sour ever since.  “Let’s see if you get to wipe the ground with me.” She adds and he knows he managed to annoy her.

She takes her battle stance, her guard up and the Darkling sighs, eyes turning to look around. The sun is starting to rise higher in the sky and he realises he has little time left, just because no, Aleksander, you cannot ruin my reputation by throwing me around in front of everyone. Soon, people would start waking up, ready to start the day and they would have to leave training for tomorrow, when he would have to bring himself to say no to her advances again and… No. They have to start today.

She raises her eyebrow at him, challenge barely veiled, and he takes a deep breath, letting the thrill of the upcoming fight wash over him.

His first punch is not that fast, he knows, and she manages to dodge it with ease. Her elbow slams in his chest in return and was most probably going do force the air from his lungs if he hadn’t tensed. He is forced a step back. When he looks at her, there’s a small cold smirk growing on her face. She isn’t that out of practise after all. The Darkling squints his eyes and starts to pay more attention.

This time she doesn’t wait for him to charge, and when she aims her foot for between his legs, he knows he had touched a nerve. He blocks the kick with his forearm, but he doesn’t bother stop the grin that is slowly stretching on his face. Quick as a cat, he closes the distance between them, taking a tight hold of her wrists, their faces so close she could head-butt him in the nose if she wanted to.

“Is that why you’re so irritable all morning,” he asks, letting out a quiet grunt when she stomps on his foot, but he doesn’t let go. “Because I wouldn’t sleep with you?” This time he manages to move his foot in time and she groans as she misses. “For real?”

“No,” she answers quickly, too quickly, and he grins even wider, because her reaction is so petty, that he can’t really help himself. “You’re putting way too much faith in your ability to —” 

He doesn’t let her finish and puts his foot behind hers, giving her a harsh push. She looses her balance and falls ass first on the muddy ground, shock written on her beautiful face.

He grins down at her, reaching out a hand to help her up. She finally comes back to her senses and looks around, her pants and shirt far from clean, mud covering her hands. She grits her teeth and whispers something under her breath, and Aleksander recognises Ivan’s name, followed by a string of curses. She then glares up at him and stands up on her own, ignoring his open hand. 

“Again,” she demands, squinting her eyes against the reddish strays of the morning sun. The Darkling attacks again, this time not holding back as much as the first time. 

He doesn’t realise how much time passes, punches delivered and blocked from both of them, until they are both panting messes, sweat dripping from their foreheads and sticking strands of hair to their skin. Aleksander allowed himself a moment of distraction, glancing around the training grounds. The palace was slowly coming back to life, voices heard from inside and the occasional kefta-clad figure running around the place.

“Scared someone will see that you’re getting your ass kicked?” Her guard is up and he can’t see the shit-eating grin that is plastered on her face, but he can practically hear it. It’s amazing what an hour of good sparring can do for one’s mood.

“You wish,” he calls back. “Final round?”

“I thought you’ll never ask.”

A smile creeps its way on the Darkling’s face. He takes slow, careful steps to the side, circling her, and her eyes follow him, not even blinking. Yet she is too focused on his movements that she doesn’t notice him close the distance at all. Just like he intends. 

She is so surprised by the sudden attack, that she barely fights back when he grabs her wrist and gives her a harsh tug. He bends it behind her back in a swift motion, enough to trap it between his body and hers. 

His free hand goes straight for her throat, fully pressing her back against him.

She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but he presses her forearm slightly upwards and she hisses in pain, giving the hand that is wrapped around her throat a few quick taps, to let him know she surrenders. He stops the pressure on her arm, but doesn’t let go just yet. He leans in, his breath tickling her ear. “Not too bad,” he whispers, and he has to remind himself that they are out in public, “but you still have much to learn.”

She finally releases her, and grins when she turns around and her eyes are a little hazy. She takes a deep breath and when her gaze finds his, she shakes her head at his smirk, her hand rubbing her wrist to dissolve any pain.

“Careful General,” she lowers her voice to a whisper and theatrically looks around, as if to make sure no one is listening. “Someone might actually see you smile.” She sighs. “Can we call this a draw?”

He outright laughs at her audacity. “A draw? You didn’t win even one round!”

“I disagree.” She shakes her head and gives him a cocky raise of her eyebrow and a wave of her hand.“Plus that last one was hardly fair.”

His gaze hardens. Even though the last round really was more playful than aggressive, he had managed to disarm her and have the upper hand after all. If it wasn’t his hand around her throat, she’d be dead. She needed the practice.

As though she reads his mind, she rolls her eyes. “I won’t admit that you were right.”

He snorts a humourless laugh. He doesn’t really expect her to.  “But we continue tomorrow.” It’s neither a request, nor a question. It’s an order from a General to his warrior.

She sighs and he knows she’s about to murmur some complaint. Shockingly, gives in with a shake of her head and after a long observation of her clothes, ruined from the mud, she mutters a quiet. “You’re the boss.”

He grins. “I’m the boss.”

#shadow and bone #sab #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling #the darkling x reader #the darkling imagine #aleksander morovoza #aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #six of crows #six of crows fanfic #soc #ben barnes #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes fanfiction

[yanderedbdimagines]

Fem survivor hiding in a locker, and Nightmare, Oni and the Shape can’t get in. I once had a bug a long while ago where the killers couldn’t search a locker. Got patched very quickly of course. I’d like to ask short scenarios about it where the Entity protects her for some reason after the killers saw the opportunity to try and kidnap their beloved for themselves. :P Perhaps to spite/punish the killers? Go wild, and thank you!

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Sure thing! And no thanks required at all! 😊 I personally would have laughed my butt off if that ever happened to me, whether killer or survivor.  They only game breaking bug I ever had was being stuck on something in Haddonfield(can’t remember what). The killer couldn’t get to me either, and I had to disconnect after I had tried everything I could think of at the time, not wanting to ruin the game for the others. Good times…

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The Nightmare

You curse from underneath your gasping breath as a low chuckle reaches your ears, your heart hammering violently against your ribcage as you try to flatten yourself against the backwall of the locker.

He’s seen you get in here, and now you’re about to pay the price if you don’t time the trick Jane has taught you well enough. After all, the others have already been sacrificed, so no one could save you or distract him from the difficult situation you currently find yourself in.

You take a deep, shivery breath and ready yourself just as the killer’s footsteps reach close before trying to slam the doors open as quickly and as powerfully as you can, only for them not to budge in the slightest…

Freddy has heard the distinct thuds of your hands smashing against the wood just as he pulls against the handle, only to have a similar outcome roll out for him too, the sniggering quickly fading into a displeased grunt.

It’s silent for a second…

As you eventually were busy trying to think of another plan when the doors do open, as busy as the Nightmare was trying to pick the lock with a clawed finger. Metal scraping, screeching and ticking against metal brings you on your nerves as you stare at the lock, but you nearly jump out of your skin as the killer suddenly speaks to you with a tone of voice which nearly leaves you shaking in your boots.

“Please doll. It’s rude to stay in there and keep little ol’ Freddy out here waiting.~ Do come out and I’ll promise I’ll be on my best behavior.~”

You hear how he stops rummaging with the lock, listening to the knives running over the chipped paint instead before they tick against the metallic bars making up the outer skeleton of the red locker.

Of course, you’re not convinced.

But you’re not going to tell him that and decide to remain absolutely silent instead, hoping that he’d leave or disappear by some miraculous wonder.

If only it were that easy…

“Come now sweet cheeks.~ Don’t play coy with me. I know you’re still in there and if you don’t open up now I might do something the both of us will regret later. You don’t want that to happen, now do you?”  

You think about it for a second before drawing a conclusion. You’re about to voice that out loud before the ground suddenly gives out from underneath you.

You yelp loudly as you find yourself falling into darkness, an angry yell from the Nightmare being heard from above soon after.

And before you could fully comprehend on what was going on, you found yourself face to face with concerned survivors who found you splayed out besides the main camp’s ever familiar stack of burning wood…

 The Oni

A cold sweat overtakes your senses as you make yourself as small as you possibly could in the corner of the cramped locker and with wide eyes glued on the wooden doors, unblinking.

You don’t know where the other remaining survivor is. They might have escaped, but they also could have been killed or sacrificed at this point. Either way, you’re in heaps of trouble as you feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps marching briskly into your direction.

The locker budges as the Oni tries to tear the door open with his open hand, only to find it to be locked. It surprises the both of you…

Your heart is beating within your throat at this point as you remain to watch the doors like a hawk, not believing what’s happening right now before your thoughts flash over to the Entity, wondering what its intentions with you are.

Anyhow, you try to think of a plan to escape the Oni in case he does somehow manage to tear open the doors, your fingers brushing over the firecrackers that are bundled up in your pants left pocket. The ones you’ve found and picked up somewhere within the trial.

The said killer, on the other hand, is breathing even heavier than before as you hear his katana evaporate within the air as wisps of black smoke and embers before a large shadow peers through the rosters.

You choke on your breath as the Oni tries to pull open the doors through the help of his monstrous strength in addition to his full weight, the locker screeching and groaning in protest. Your attention is partly diverted as a familiar black mist suddenly coats the bottom of the locker before wrapping you into its cold embrace.  

He keeps hanging on whilst shaking violently against the handles, a dark growl shivering the very air.

All you could do was to protect your ears from the loudness of his actions, fear gripping your heart at every clamorous sound and movement.

Yet, you can’t help but to pitch a gasp and a sob as a loud roar now pierces the surrounding area before something huge and bulky is being slammed against the locker’s entirety, feeling the indirect impact of it ripple throughout your frozen body. It is his Kanabo that he’s using out of frustration...

He’s pelting the locker with a barrage of strikes now, the screaming getting louder and louder with each powerful hit.

You close your eyes and shiver violently, scared that the Oni’s about to smash the locker wide open with you still in it.

However, a deafening silence soon overtook you, a heat now washing over your body and an orange light flickering from behind your closed eyelids.

You slowly open them, only to nearly jump up in joy as you come to stare at the flames which could only belong to one particular campfire…

 The Shape

Your body is tormented by sweat and your lungs are burning like crazy as you rush straight into the dungeon’s nearest locker as a suicidal attempt to rid yourself from the man in the mask who’s hot on your trail.

The killer deliberately cornered you into the basement by cutting you off at a spot where you’d least expected him to be. And from there, you pretty much ran on raw panic and unadulterated fear as common sense was long since thrown out of the window as derived by your current course of action.

You’re breathing heavily as an all too familiar mask flashes through the splits of the roster, and close your eyes with a silent prayer falling from your lips and with your hands bawling the hem of your shirt into a tight bundle.

But… Nothing happens as you gradually open your eyes back up to the darkness of the world.

Your gaze is now set on the mask that has tilted to the side, seemingly in confusion. You quickly connected the dots afterwards, understanding that the locker’s suddenly been locked by the Entity for some reason just after you have ran into it.

You then hear his knife thwacking against the paint chipped wood before being recoiled by the effects of the impact.

Did he just try to stab the locker?

You feel your blood run cold as your hands start to tremble, realization kicking in…  

In panic, you quickly hunch down, not wanting to be pierced by the sharp blade if it does manage to thrust its way through one of the doors like some sort of a magician’s sword and possibly ending your life that way as nasty consequence.

Another thwack follows, and then another.

Like a mindless animal stuck in a looped pattern, the Shape keeps on stabbing his favored kitchen knife against the locker over and over again, not even a single huff or growl of frustration being heard. He’s surprisingly silent, in fact, as he’s trying to cut his way into your awkward confinement…

Only short moments of complete silence are woven in between. Perhaps within those moments, he’s checking if the locker’s been unlocked due to his strange efforts.

You move your body into a sitting position, your hands now holding a flashlight as you closely keep your attention on both doors.

Your eyes quickly got diverted, however, as something cold creeps up your legs.

Michael freezes and his head dips the moment he feels something swirl past his ankles, now witnessing how black heavy smoke escapes through the cracks at the bottom of the locker.

He tilts his head yet again before his free hand reaches for the handle, managing to open the door normally this time, only to learn that you’ve disappeared into thin air…

His fingers twitch against the wooden hilt of his weapon…

#dbd #dead by daylight #reader #insert #kazan yamaoka #oni #michael myers #shape #freddy krueger #nightmare #yandere #dbd x reader