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xjulixred45x · 4 months

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Rin Okumura x Half Angel! Reader

Request from @birdgirl98

Hi! How’s your weekend going? Could I request Blue Exorcist Rin relationship headcanons with a female half angel half human reader? Please and thank you!

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: Minor Manga Spoilers, some discrimination, Reader is Half angel, Fluff.

Rin was quite shocked when he first met you.

more than anything because he confused you with another Nephelim, due to the...strange aura you had.

Rin even felt threatened by you, by your presence. Maybe bc You were somewhat Holy.

probably his instincts as a son of satan tried to "protect" him from you in a certain way.

but at the same time very intrigued.

apart from the fact that, in general, you were never mean to him, in the least. In fact, quite the opposite. not only with him, but with everyone in the class, no matter how rude they were(ahem hem IZUMO ahem hem), you were always so... bright and friendly.

You honestly already knew that he was the son of Satan even before he said it because of all the demonic power he and the sword gave off, but you didn't want to expose it because you knew how horrible it was to be a victim of that.

While you were growing up there were people who found out about your "holy ancestry" and tried to take advantage of it in multiple ways. if it weren't for your mother.

You got used to having a certain distance from people, although you never stopped being friendly with others.

Apart from the fact that you were also strong, it could be seen with the naked eye. It was that that made him (and most of them) think that you were also the daughter of some demon.

It didn't help that Mephisto constantly tried to get close to you to make "inside" jokes that no one understood.

but in general Rin didn't dare to talk to you, he just felt intimidated at first.

you had to take the first step in this. when you two were assigned a job together.

precisely because you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable after making conversation, asking him about work, things like that.

and Rin began to gain more confidence to address you more naturally later.

Little by little the "intimidating" atmosphere around you dissipated and he was able to start a conversation with you as he normally would with his colleagues.

You realized that he was doing poorly in most subjects, so you started to give him a hand in that.

sometimes with little notes, indirectly telling him the answer, evolving in afternoons of study with him. which led to you getting to know each other better.

It was around that time that Rin decided to ask about your parents. His curiosity was already reaching its limit.

and you decided to be honest with him, after all, who would understand better about mismatched parents if it weren't the SON OF SATAN?

and you told him that you were not a daughter of a demon. quite the opposite. but of an ANGEL.

Your mother had fallen in love with a celestial being but said being practically did not participate much in your life until you developed your powers, that was when the Vatican intervened and, similar to Rin, Mephisto intervened on your behalf.

Now, that made your intimidating aura make A LOT more sense to Rin!

for a moment at least.

Then he was very confused.

and he started asking you a lot of questions about your father and things like that because, well, he KNEW about demons and they even studied about them, but angels?? It is something completely NEW for him and he hardly knows that they also exist.

His questions aren't exactly invasive, but more on the side of innocent curiosity like "does that mean there's a heaven? (I guess I won't be able to go there because-you know) there's a GOD? Does your father work with him??" "Are the angels just as ugly as the ones they show in the Bible?(how did your mother like that then? ew)" etc.

It's even kind of cute to see, how Satan's son seems so intrigued by the "heavenly world" even if it is its total opposite.

Apart from the fact that not even YOU know the answer to more than half of those questions. but at the same time you finally have someone who doesn't seem bothered by this information...quite the opposite.

I firmly believe that Rin would be much closer to you now, because they are the only ones who fully understand each other's situation of having a questionable father but on different levels.

Rin also understands that you don't want to tell your classmates, whether for personal reasons or simply not wanting to tell them so as not to scare or intimidate them with the idea of angels.

Although even so, Rin will always remind you that he is on your side and that your companions will always ALWAYS see you as one of the group, regardless of your species.

Now, if that generates a conflict similar to the one it caused when he revealed himself as the son of Satan, he has your back and tries to get everyone to make peace, because 1- you didn't have to say it if you didn't want to and 2- it's something very staff who have hurt you before. They should be a little more empathetic.

If everyone learned from their experience with Rin and accepts you at first, he will be calmer and even proud of the progress they have made as a group.

everyone together tries to make theories about heaven and things like that 🤣

probably being the only daughter of an angel, similar to Rin, they put you in special training, but maybe instead of with Shura, with Yukio. so you both end up spending a lot more time together.

If you have wings, Rin DEMANDS to touch them! Of course, he won't do it if it makes you feel uncomfortable, but if you give him permission...oh boy he's rubbing his face in the feathers as if it were a pillow.

If you show your wings to the other classmates they will be quite shocked, but also intrigued (I can see Shiemi putting accessories on your feathers or brushing them 🥰 )

If we talk about advanced relationship terms, Rin is a physical contact guy, he really likes to hug you, give smooches, hold hands, anything is good for him as long as they are making physical contact.

Although in general spending time with you is good for him when he is stressed, it is like it recharges his battery.

If you like manga or something like that, HE'S YOUR BOY! I can definitely see him doing the unthinkable with you: lending you one of his Mangas.

He is also an expert at making you laugh, but he is a fan of doing it at the LEAST opportune moments, like for example, you are having a lesson with Yukio and out of nowhere you look to the side and turn to Rin with his chopsticks in his nose :/

He's also, canonically, very good at cooking, so depending on whether you're good at cooking or not, it could be another way for you to spend time together!

If you're like me and cook anything randomly, you and Rin can probably have a cute couple moment while making Bentos🥰

If you want to learn to cook, he teaches you! Go from being Gordon Ramsey in Master Chef to being Gordon Rasmey in Kids Chefs with you. super patient and loving.

(totally ruthless if it were anyone else. by anyone else I mean Yukio).

He is also quite protective of you.

For example, even if he saved your life and his, he knows better than to trust Mephisto too much, so if he sees him trying to pull one of those "inside jokes" I mentioned above, Rin gets defensive.

Also in general in exercises you tend to put your safety above the main objective😅 even if he know that they are not lethal exercises, it does not mean that you cannot get hurt easily(like the one of the Ep1).

Although it doesn't mean he doesn't trust your abilities! If you show that you have good skills in exorcising, he is the first to encourage you to improve. It makes him calmer knowing that you can defend yourself (or better yet, stop him if he gets out of control).

Rin is also sometimes afraid to be a little more open emotionally, after everything he has been through, he believes he handles everything well. But if you encouraged him to talk about what bothers him, I think he would honestly burst into tears.

You two understand each other on a very high spiritual level. If Satan wants to mess with YOUR boyfriend he will have to deal with you first. You can't stand the demon.

If your father comes out of the blue to "try to reconcile" or WORSE, wants to hurt you for being a half-blood, he will have to face the fury of the literal spawn of SATAN. Rin is not very nice to your father, very angelic and all, but having the father figure that he had, he definitely sees your father as unworthy of the title of Father.

(unless obviously you have a good relationship with your father currently despite everything. In that case Rin wishes things were that easy for him)

although I can definitely see him filling out nicely with your mother! He himself never met his and from what he learned more about her and Satan... he would really have liked to have someone like you had.

It may even become a habit to go to your mother's house from time to time, to get a taste of the life he wants in the future.

Overall, Rin completely accepts your angelic nature just like you completely accepted his demonic nature. He likes to think that you two are two sides of the same coin, for this reason, he supports you unconditionally and will be your accomplice no matter what.

He loves you very very much regardless of whether you are half angel, demon or just a normal human.

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

#headcanons #fem reader #blue exorcist x reader #blue exorsict #blue exorcist #blue exocist rin #rin okumura #rin okumura x reader #ao no exorcist x reader #ao no exorcist

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ticklish-n-stuff · 7 months

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Tickletober day #10: Ghost

Today I did all endings to Chongyun's event and I'm absolutely SMITTEN with him 💖💖

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Chongyun x Aether (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Chongyun

Ler: Aether

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Let's go, Aether. There might be a spirit here" replied the usually calm popsicle lover.

Aether had somehow been dragged along in another one of Chongyu's exorcist expeditions, or so he thought. The information the blue haired boy got wasn't always the most reliable, to say the least.

So now here they both were, in the middle of a dark forest at the North of Liyue. Once they arrived at their location, they couldn't find anything of interest.

Chongyun let out a disappointed sigh "Looks like I was wrong again, let's go...".

As they turned to leave, Aether noticed a leaf fall down, brushing against Chongyun's ear. He watched in amusement as the boy shivered slightly, and that's when a bright idea came to Aether's mind.

"Hold up! I think I see something!" he suddenly shouted out, causing the exorcist to quickly turn.

"Really?! Where?!" Chongyun tried to hide his excitement as he looked around. "Are you sure? I don't see anything pointing to there being a spirit.

Aether quickly nodded, playing along. "That's because it's a special spirit, a tickle spirit!"

"A tickle spirit...? I've never heard of such thing" the blue haired boy furrowed his brows, as he tried thinking back if he ever learned of such a thing. Unaware of his friend's playful antics.

"Oh trust me! It's real, alright. And the only way to ward it off is with... laughter!~" with that, Aether approached the unsuspecting victim, wiggling his fingers playfully. Before Chongyun could process what was happenning, he felt the traveller's fingers tweak at his side, causing him to gasp on the spot.

"Ah! A-aetheher...!" he let out a quiet giggle, instantly reaching out to grab at the blonde's wrists.

"Stay still, I gotta tickle you to ward off the ghost!" Aether couldn't help but chuckle at his own sillyness as his fingers kept softly tapping along Chongyun's sides and ribs, playing them gently like the notes on a keyboard.

"Pfftehehehe! T-that really tihickles! Is this reheally necessaREEHEHEHE?!" Chongyun let out a high pitched squeal when he felt a finger playfully poke at his navel. Before ten wiggling fingers descended all over his tummy.

"AHAHAHA! AETHER, PLEHEHEASE! I THINK IT'S GOHOHONE NOW!" the poor exorcist tried pleading as his knees gave out, causing him to crash down onto the soft grass. Aether quickly followed without relenting. He knew Chongyun wasn't used to having fun, so he definitely wanted to prolongue this as much as he could.

"Hmmm... I don't know, I think we need one final laugh~" the traveller had a teasing grin on his face as he slowly lifted up the blue boy's shirt. Chongyun wasn't sure what he was up to, looking up at the blonde with a curious gaze. That didn't last long as Aether sucked in a puff of air and lowered his head against his target. He blew a soft, yet sharp raspberry right over Chongyun's navel.

"eeEHEHEEK! AETHER NAHAHAHA! WHAHAHA! S-STOAHAHAHAHA!" poor Chongyun's brain had been scrambled over, he couldn't form a proper sentence to save his life. All he could do was throw his head back in uncontrollable laughter, an unfamiliar feeling for the exorcist, but a welcomed one nonetheless. His cheeks were so red and his smile so wide, he didn't think he could produce such reactions.

"Alright, it's finally gone" Aether softly smiled down at his friend as he stopped his ticklish assault, watching the exorcist trying to compose himself. That bright smile still adorning his lips. "Good job, Chongyun! You warded off the ghost~" once he helped him up, Aether gave him an encouraging pat on the back.

"I did...? Well, I do feel a bit more light on my feet now. Our work here is done".

As they both were walking back to Liyue, Chongyun softly spoke up "Thank you, for that...". He lowered his gaze, his cheeks regaining that red color once more.

Aether flashed him a warm smile "Anytime, friend".

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin tickle fic #chongyun #aether #lee!chongyun #ler!aether

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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A Guiding Sea (Dream of Endless x Corpse Bride!Reader) - Part 1

Pairing: Morpheus x Corpse Bride!Reader

Word count: 8k

Summary: In a desperate attempt to free himself from the Burgess prision, Morpheus decides to wed the ghost of a bride who haunted the basement he was being held at. But not all decitions are bright, and Morpheus soon would learn that freedom came at a cost.

Warning: Mentions of blood, sacrifice, vaguely death, characters you will hopefully hate and more stuff

A/N: So this is part 1! it took me quite a while, I know, I know, it’s not as long as you hoped but I promise there would be more things to come, I actually pretty proud of the second part and the third one (spoiler, the third one is still my favorite by far.) I recomend listening to really sad taylor swift songs, and I hope you can feel a few specific ones on this one as I listened to them in repeat. By the way, every comment, reblog or even question is happily accepted! And ignore my english, I really suck at it :’)

Every story has a sad beginning

“I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending” -Taylor Swift

In the world of symbolisms, the sea represent the beginning of life itself, it represents the darkness paths of the human life, the beautiful formlessness chaos that surrounded all living creatures, a world of unknown.

His arrival became the town’s gossip, a man who just lost his wife on a fire that burned everything he had, a father with two little kids to take care of a man of business. He bought Fawney’s Rigs manor from a local demon exorcist, yet he was never seen before. Some claim he needed a bit of time to arrange a few things before he made his grand introduction, others said he was a demon himself and his kids were two orphans he kidnapped. But in reality, he just love the solace of the unknowingness.

Roderick Burgess was his name, a tall and slender man, one look at him and you would understand that this man never spend a day working under the sun to survive in this world, his dirty blond hair and blue eyes full of secrets was his part of his charisma, he was not handsome yet he attracted the attention of the others with his way with words. He was smarter than he portrayed himself as, a genius in other words. Rich and warmness laced around his voice wherever he spoke. His smile captivating and his movements always with grace.

He introduce himself on one of the town’s festivities, paying for all the towns drinks, a courtesy from his persona, a token of his gratitude as he appreciated these few days without interruption. He introduced his sons, Randall and Alex, both a perfect image of his father.

But his sons were different from him, Alex, the youngest one of the two was a complete reflection of his father, yet his nervousness made him difficult to achieve his same results, while Randall was a complete opposite, always rebelling himself from the mold his father created for the two of them. He was proud of his mistakes, always bragging he was the only one who could made them right. Tall and charismatic as his father, Randall always thanked the lord every single night that he looked more than his mother than his father. He inherited her dark unruly hair and her green eyes. An image of a perfect future husband.

Within the years, Roderick Burgess gain the town’s trust, some described him as a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, his hard work and his insistence of achieved perfection only gained him the reputation of a honorable man. There were rumors in the darkest parts of the town of his insistence of conquering Death, of wanting to keep cheating his way around it and live years beyond what was known at the time.

As the years passed, his popularity grew, the town began worshiping the path he walked on, whatever he said was sacred and anything he despise was burned to the ground. With time he formed a secret club, most believed he was destined to greatness, to domain the art of magic, while those who began questioning his sanity became banished from society.

Your parents were part of his most devoted followers, both grateful of his actions, as it was his hand and his words that helped them to become pregnant with you. The moment you were born he was present, and he was the first one to welcome you at the land of the living, whispering how you would have a beautiful path ahead of you. You were raised believing everything he said, his emotions were yours, his words were law and his actions were meant to become history. You hated him with passion.

Your constant presence on Fawney Rig’s manor became the catalyst of your doom. Randall became infuriated with you, at first it started with the typical children’s fights, a tug of your hair here and there, the stealing of your sweets and in result you wanted to punch his face, your father approved of your dedication and encourage you, asking to come get him when you decided to get your revenge while your mother grounded you because of your violence.

Randall became a constant presence on your life, he force his way into the position of best friend and on the first night of snow, he gave you a scarf he knitted himself without any help, it was a horrible scarf, a mismatched creation of colors and too breakable for usage. But you loved it anyway and used it with much care.

He kissed you under the mistletoe and declare his love for you.

You accepted it and gave yours to him.

It was forbidden but exciting, both of you knew that your parents (especially your dad who claimed he would strangle any guy who would dare to kiss you) would killed both of you. Randall loved the secrecy, the secret meetings on the middle of the night, he would always tell you he didn’t need more, that you were enough and he was hoping he was enough for you.

On your twenty-one birthday he planted a whole garden for you, he went beyond himself and looked for beautiful and exotic plants, claiming that they could be beautiful but nowhere near as you.

That garden became your sanctuary. The moon became your only witness, and he became what you needed to survive.

To the others, this day was no different to the others, but for Randall, the moment the moon step into the sky, this night would mean everything to him, hoping his plan would go swiftly. He began whistling around the empty halls, taking full advantage of his father’s meeting.

His feet carried him towards his father’s office, opening carefully and he went inside. Randall closed the door carefully and observed his surroundings, his father was an organized man and he was grateful for that.

After grabbing what he needed, Randall walked faster towards the kitchens and looked for your basket. His eyes found it.

‘Meet me at our place when the moon is at its highest point?’

Randall placed the little note inside your fruit basket, he tried to memorize your schedule but your mother always changed it each week, he knew she suspected your meetings, and there were a few occasions she almost caught the both of you.

After your first meetings, both of you became noticeable tired, bags under your eyes, words suppressed by a few yawns and your movements weren’t sharp. Perhaps your parents gave you a bit more freedom but Roderick wasn’t your parents, he was more strict and harsh with his sons. Wanting them to learned his footsteps, Alex was in the right path, always seeking the approval of his father but Randall was different.

If you put Randall and Alex against each other, you would notice the differences between the both of them. Alex always followed Roderick’s words, his words were his law and even as Randall understood why his little brother wanted to succeed like his father, he also wanted more for him, Alex was smart on his own way, but his true self was far more empathic than the grand Roderick Burgess. Randall always was thankful of the moments he manage to had with his mother, she was a beautiful lady, inside and outside, and sometimes even wonder why a pathetic man like his father was able to get an intelligent and charismatic lady.

His mother was soft and always accepted their mistakes, Randall didn’t care to make his father proud, he only dreamed to make his mother proud and happy with the decisions he took on his life. His ideologies always lied somewhere else, far beyond the beliefs of his father, he wanted to be free, to travel the world, to discover the secrets out there. He didn’t care about the magic or the society, he didn’t want to be trapped, Randall was a free soul, he deserve to fly far away from this prison.

Sometimes he pity Alex, as he idea was to stay behind. He really pity him.

You tried your best to be quiet as you opened your window. There was bad ideas and going out of the window to meet your secret boyfriend was one of those. The first leg out was easy, the second one was easier, but the fall and pain that comes with your idiotic decision began questioning your intelligence.

A part of you hated not changing for something more comfortable but you needed to made the impression that you were actually going to bed, and even then you actually had to pretend to sleep as your father stayed with you a few minutes, talking about completely random stuff, you loved your father and appreciate his way of trying to understand parenthood but tonight, you just wanted him to go to bed.

You landed on your back, silently cursing Randall for all he was putting you through, you stood up limping and quickly fix your night dress. The night was cold as the beginning of winter was approaching fast. You began walking towards you meeting place, the first steps were hard as your legs were screaming in pain but you ignored it. Your mind beginning to form a huge speech of how he was at fault with your pain.

You saw him sitting under a tree, his eyes were close but you notice how tense he was, the words on his note were simple and you hoped whatever he wanted to talk about this late at night was something light and not heartbreaking.

“Excuse me good sir,” You deepened your voice, it sounded funny as his face began breaking into a smile. “You seem to be far away from your sleeping quarters.”

His head turned towards your voice, smile full on display. “I am truly sorry officer, I am afraid I’ve been waiting for this fair maiden and I did not notice how quickly time passed.”

“Fair maiden?” You asked, still faking the voice. “Perhaps this fair maiden had some trouble walking fast?”

He hummed in contemplation. “I do not think so, she is quite slow and looks like a org.” His smile widened. “You might have seen her, a tiny little bit, when she gets mad she turns green, drools while she sleeps.”

You frowned, taking off your -his- scarf and began hitting him with it. “You idiot! Here I am, really late at night -thanks to you- and you compare me with an ogre?!”

Randall began laughing loudly, “Wait! Wait!” You paused, your eyes squinted. “You would make a really cute ogre.”

“You ass!” You began hitting him again but he didn’t care, he grabbed both of your arms and put them around his neck. Randall began swaying softly, gently massaging your waist.

“You are late.” He whispered against your temple. “One more second of waiting and I would have left”

You scoffed at his antics, closing your eyes, “Well, do not let me stop you, oh mighty Randall Burgess, I did not know your time was gold.”

He hummed in contemplation then playfully sighed. “So, how do you plan on repay me for my kindness?”

“Repay you for your kindness?” You gasp offended.

“Well, of course,” He put a strand of hair behind your ear. Still whispering “As the greatest and kindest soul here on Fawney’s Rig, I stayed here, waiting for your arrival with eagerness. So,” tilted his head down, lips softly touching yours. “How will you repay me, my darling?”

You closed the distance smiling, finally kissing him. You slowly back away but still having his arms around your form. “Better?” You whispered.

He hummed, his eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of your warm body against him. “Love the kiss, still no close to repay me for my kindness.”

“Oh you little shi…” His hand quickly covered your mouth, he felt your laugh against it.

“Dear Lord! Who would teach such unhinged words to this young, pure and lovely lady! I must find them and punish them for their sins!”

You playfully pushed him away “You sir, are an idiot. Now,” You began walking towards the fountain. Sitting carelessly on the concrete basin, ignoring the fact that you were getting wet. “Are you going to tell me why did you ask me to come here? Because it’s later than our usual meeting time.”

Randall smiled happily, holding three fingers in front of his chest, “You now the game, my darling. Three guesses, two clues and one price...Please indulge me, I really prepare a lot for this.”

You sighed tiredly, “Fine.”

He kneeled in front of you, clearing his throat. “And now, please present your first guess.”

Your lips pursed in concentration, trying your hardest to not laugh at his antics. “My first guess is that your father decided to finally move back into his real true home…Hell.” You sarcastically smiled.

“Ha, funny and as much as I want that to be true, sadly it’s not.” He grabbed your hand and kissed one finger. “You may now ask for your first clue.”

“Is your father part of this surprise?” You flickered his nose, softly laughing at his frown.

He nodded in response. “Yes and no, ready for your next guess?”

“Hey! That’s not helpful!”

“I don’t make the rules sweetheart.”

“You invented this game, these rules are practically yours but fine, play dirty, I don’t care–,” You paused again, there was only two more guesses before the finishing this game, you needed to be smart about this. “My second guess is that you are cheating and you faked this surprise to just come and see me.”

“Clever but not quite,” He sat at your feet, his arms laid on your knees, his fingers playing with yours. “Second and final clue?”

“Mmhh, did you buy it?”

“Buy it? No, did I acquire it? Yes, that third clue was from the generous of my heart, by the way.”

“Generous, sure.” You kissed his forehead. “I’m ready to make my final guess.”

“Go ahead, gorgeous.”

“Are we finally leaving from this place?” You whispered, hoping his answer was yes.

“Soon, you know I always keep my promises, but no, not yet.” His eyes shined with happiness, “Ready to see your surprise?” You nodded, the hand that was kept behind his back moved between the two of you. It was a small black velvet box, you gasped, your eyes widened in surprise at his actions. “It’s not much, kinda had to stole it from my father’s security safe. It belonged to my mom, was her favorite ring or something, don’t have the full story, my grandparents are really bad at telling it.”

He opened the box, it was a simple ring gold ring with a small purple stone. It was perfect. “It’s an amethyst, my mom always believed that amethysts were supposed to help opening the heart to experience love, corny; I know.” He paused, his hand grabbing yours, searching your eyes for confirmation, you nodded with a soft smile. He smiled back and carefully put the ring on your finger. “I know this is not what you wanted, that you really hoped to just grab our stuff and leave this place, but I am working on it, it has taken some time but I almost finish with some things before that. I just hope you can wait just a bit longer.”

“So your idea of asking me to wait longer is to propose?” You laughed.

“Not really, this is my idea of finally have grown a pair and ask you to be mine, which you just accepted and there’s no going back now!”

“That’s not how proposals work Randall.” You rest your forehead with his. “I could still say no.”

“You could, but between you and I, we both know I am not a good-looking crier.” He kissed your ringed finger. “Give me a few days and we go somewhere far away, change our names with something completely outrageous, get married and had days and days full of love making, yeah?”

“I can’t wait.” You smiled.

Silence surrounded both of you, his fingers still caressing your new ring, you loved these moments between the both of you, imagining a future with Randall, away from your crazy families.

“I have to talk you.” He whispered, it was so quiet you almost missed it. “My dad talked to me yesterday.” You hummed, turning your attention towards him. “It’s about the war.”

“What about it?”

“He wants me to go,” Randall paused, noticing your body becoming tense at the words, “Look, I know, but the sooner I go the sooner I can comeback and take you away from here.”

You stood up, pushing him away. “Are you demented? One does not go to war and come back in one piece.”

“Well I will be the exception!”

“No.” You firmly stated. “No, Randall, just no!”

“My father promise me…”

“Oh yes, of course! If your father promise you something then he will fulfill it! Just like he promise I would stop cleaning the floors! And guess what Randall? I am still cleaning them!”

“You don’t understand.” He grabbed your hand. “He knows there is someone, he knows about my feelings, he knows I plan to ask someone to marry me, okey maybe I just asked you and he doesn’t know, but still. This is progress, he is willing to let choose my own fate.”

You scoffed, walking away from him. “This is your father, he would never stop choosing your path.”

“Why is it so hard to believe?” He whispered, “I don’t want to fight, not with you, never with you.”

“Then stop, think about this.” You hissed angrily. “This is no child’s game Randall, this is war, people die in war.”

“And I’m not going to die, I’m coming back.” Randall tried to assure you.

“How can I trust your words? War is no forgiving Randall, your father knows what he is doing sending you there.” You chocked around your words. “How can I be sure you will come back?”

“Because I’m coming back for you, only you, no matter how broken my body ends up, I’m coming for you.” He grabbed your hands, tugging you against his body. “Trust me, you think I’m planning to let you go after you said yes to me?”

“I don’t like this.”

“You don’t have to like it, you just have to have faith,” He placed his forehead against you, cleaning away some tears from your eyes. “Have faith in me.”

“I…”

“You will leave this place with a wedding ring on your hand, with the most beautiful vows a man can muttered. Trust that.”

“You are asking too much.”

“I’m asking what I know will happened, you will be the most beautiful bride in the whole world.” You sobbed against his chest. “I can already see it, your hair in a beautiful braid, flowers adorning it, a veil covering your flushing face and the most beautiful wedding dress on your body, so just trust me in this.”

“I want to but…”

“Shhh, just promise me, when the time comes and you hear the words, you will leave this place with a happy smile on your face.”

You shook your head, muttering a soft ‘I swear on it’ against his chest. Randall kissed your forehead, leaving his lips there for a second.

“Let me see that pretty face.” He whispered and you complied, your eyes were puffy from your crying, your nose red and your lips still trembling with emotion. “Would you look at that? Such a pretty little lady there.”

“Shut up, I’m still mad at you.”

He tenderly smiled, “That’s a shame, I wanted one more kiss before we go back.”

“You don’t deserve my kisses.” And he laughed.

He walked you back towards your window, it was difficult as he refuse to let you go. He set the pace, it was slow as he demanded a bit more time with you, and reluctantly let you go, helping you climb up your window.

“Sweet dreams, my lady.” He told you once you settled safely inside.

“I’m still angry at you, you will have to do a lot of nice things for my forgiveness.”

“And I will happily do them without any question.”

“Stupid.” You said smiling and left the window, straight to bed.

You woke up startled at the sound of your door opening brusquely. “You better get yourself ready girl, Sir Roderick has invited the family to breakfast” Your mother harshly told you, throwing a dress at your direction. “I expect you to be ready now!”

You groaned, it was way early and you had a few hours of sleep, reluctantly getting ready, the dress your mother throw at you was way fancier for a simple breakfast but you knew better that contradict her in any form.

You left your hair down as the dress your mother gave you revealed your shoulders and a part of you felt a bit weird with sitting on the same table as Roderick Burgess and him watching you. You step out of your room and walked towards the kitchen, your father was reading some newspaper, apparently your mother force him with his fanciest clothes as well.

“Good morning dad.” You greeted him with a kiss on his cheek.

“Morning peanut,” His eyes left the paper, watching your dress with a frown. “Huh, I sense your mother’s fashion on your persona.”

You nodded biting your lip.

“Knew it, I still don’t get why are we dressing like this, we must look like those weird high society people, who drinks tea with their pinky raised.”

“Mom said we have to make an impression.”

“Your mother said I had to make an impression while cutting wood, tried to make me put on a tie and everything, she’s getting the madness disease.”

“Madness disease?” You asked him confusedly.

Your father stood up and walked towards you, “The same one that Burgess man has, crazy people, I’m telling you.”

“Where is mom?”

“Oh, she left minutes ago, complaining that you took too long but I stayed behind to wait for you. So, shall we go and face our own personal hell?” He offered you his arm, you link it without question and both of you went towards the great dinning room. “I have a plan if we need an escape, I will swallow a grape and you help me with it and we leave because you are so worried for this old man. Deal?”

“Deal.”

The dinning room was one of the places you truly despise inside the manor, shamelessly big with the floors you always hated cleaning, your mother, as your father told you before, was sitting quite comfortably next to Roderick’s left, batting eyelashes like a teenager next to her first love, you felt your father tense at your side but decided that it wasn’t worth trying to call her out as Roderick wasn’t paying her any attention. Randall and Alex were sitting in front of each other, the youngest one looked tense and nervous, while the older one looked bored.

Your father cleared his throat, managing to separate your mother a bit from Roderick, yet she didn’t move far away from him, you nudge his side and sat beside your mother. The air was tense as you looked at the breakfast plate that was already been served, it was cold and you suspected it was just sat there for some minutes. It was soggy and unappealing but when your mother kicked your leg from under a table, you force it down as best as you could.

It was awful.

“When I bought this manor I knew it would bring challenges,” Roderick began, his voice demanded attention, it was forceful and harsh, his kids tensed at his words, your mother sighed contently, nodding along. “and loosing my wife along the way made them even harder. I became a single parent and tried to navigate my life around them.” He cut a piece of bread. Chewing it loudly. You winced at the sound, trying not to gag in disgust.

“Everything I did, I did them for my children, I never lied to,” Roderick turned towards Randall. “And I always hoped for the same.”

“You are such a good example for your boys and for my girl, we are so grateful to let us be here.

Roderick ignored your mother’s words, “I noticed something quite particular yesterday as I walked to my office.”

Randall tensed. “I consider myself an organized man, I know where the things should go and when someone moved them, so imagine my surprise to see that my safe box was moved just a tiny bit.”

“What are you implying Burgess?” Your father stood up offended. “You invited us here to what…accused us of stealing you?”

“Well, yes.” Roderick simple stated. “You have something belonging to me girl.” He turned to you. “I opened the doors of my home to you, to your family and you have the audacity of stealing for me.”

“No!” Your mother exclaimed, “I mean, my daughter would never steal from you, she is not that stupid to do so.”

“Shut up,” Your father harshly said, “Watch your words Burgess.”

“Why should I?” He smiled. “She’s wearing my wife’s ring.”

Your eyes turned towards your hand, you didn’t took off the ring. “I…”

“Father stop.” Randall stood up, “If you want to blame someone, blame me, I did it, I went into your office and stole the ring.”

Before his father could said anything, he continued, Randall straightened his back, trying to ease the tension around his shoulders, his eyes met yours and saw the fear behind them, your father stood protectively in front of you, waiting his reasoning to gifting you a ring that didn’t belonged to him.

“I asked to marry me.” He whispered, “We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time.”

Roderick was quiet, his eyes turning to you. “I see.” He walked towards the exit and left without a word.

“I…” Randall began.

“Not a word kid, not a word.” Your father stopped him and dragged you away from the diner, your mother walking behind quietly.

“What were you thinking?!” Your father exclaimed angrily, he began pacing. “You could have chosen anyone. Anyone (Y/N)! Why him?”

“I’m going to stop you there,” Your mother intervened, huge smile on her face. “She made a magnific choice! You are seriously thinking our daughter could end up with a nobody? This is the son of Roderick Burgess, we should be excited she at least know how to choose them.”

“You are not seeing the point,” He turned to look at you, “Why him peanut?”

“Dad,” You began, your fingers began playing with the ring. “I love him.”

“Honey, no, that isn’t love,” His hands cups your face tenderly, making you focus on him. “He isn’t worth it, please trust me.”

“No, no, he is worth,” You desperately said. “He is worth everything dad, I know, please, I know.”

“So you prefer your daughter end up on the streets? Let’s face it, this is the only shot she has, you think there would be another guy who would love her? That man does not exist, Randall is there, willingly gave her a ring, he’s going to take care of her.”

“There is more than ‘taking care of’, she needs to understand that the world is big, he might not be the one, come on! I need you on my side.” Your father begged, “She deserves better than that man and his son, she deserves someone who would willingly…”

“Willingly what?” She spat, venom on her voice. “Willingly die for her? Or maybe, I don’t know, defied death for her? Let’s be real for a second.” She paused, “She is not going to find that, that love does not exist, it never has.”

Your father looked at her quietly, his lips began to tremble, same with his hands. “So my love does not count then?”

“You knew this marriage was,” She never faltered her strong gaze. “And she needs to understand that as well.”

Your mother pushed your father away when he tried to reach for you, standing in front of you, hands on her hips. She didn’t said anything, just stood there watching your father, challenging him to say anything, to find a reason to win this argument. Your father stood there, his gaze turning between you and your mother, staying for a few seconds longer on your mother. Your eyes could see the heartbreak on his eyes, the betrayal that screamed ‘Roderick Burgess has won’, it was loud and painful, and a part of you wanted to apologize to him, to say you didn’t want to love his son but you couldn’t help it, you really tried to hate him.

Someone began knocking at the door urgently, your mother went to opened to find Randall standing there panting, her face broke into a smile and let him enter. Randall walked to you, grabbing your hands. “Could I speak to her for a second? Alone.”

“Of course sweetheart, have all the time you need.” Your mother left dragging your father away, he didn’t spare you a glance.

“Randall,” You began, shaking his hands of yours, “I told you so…”

“I know, I know, but,” He grabbed your hands again with desperation. “He just needs some time to understand, this news were a shock to him, he will understand.”

“No he won’t.” You breathed heavily. “He would never understand.”

“He will.”

“If I asked you once again, to leave everything behind, would you say yes?” You tried again, hoping and praying he would say yes, yes to leave everything behind you, to just grabbed very little and start again somewhere far away from this nightmare.

Randall didn’t answered.

“Randall,” You whispered.

“The plan still stands, I’ll go to war and then I will come back and marry you, that’s the plan.”

You shook your head, trying to get away from him but he didn’t let you, wrapping his arms around your form, forcing you to stay still, tears began falling down your face, knowing what this meant. Yes, he will marry you, you trust that, but sadly, your lives would be revolve around his father and that would never stop and sadly, a part of you was ready to accept that fate.

Randall left a few days after, after what happened at the breakfast, the both of you didn’t try and talk again, yet you still were there at the door, hugging him tightly as a truck came and pick you up, he kissed the side of your head before leaving.

It was harder than you thought it would be, you knew it would be difficult to continue your days without him, but the pain that came with his leaving was hurtful and suffocating. And most of your days you spend it crying his parting.

Everything around you was changing, some things for the better while others for the bad, your mother became more involve with Roderick Burgess and your father becoming more distant with her. You saw in first row how their marriages began burning out and sadly you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

It was past midnight when he first saw you breaking down. He sat down next to you, taking the letter that was on your hands. It was from Randall, explaining how it might take more time for him to come back home.

Your father stayed quietly and gently moved you onto his lap, tucking your face on his neck, he began humming softly, the same song he used to hum when you were a little baby. You kept crying, apologizing to him for hurting him with your feelings but he hummed louder, drowning your apologies on his voice. You were beginning to fall asleep when you felt him kissing your forehead, you felt like a kid in his arms again.

“I know peanut, I know.”

Your mom was a different story, she began moving upwards on the Roderick’s circle. The Order of the Ancient Mysteries was secret and only a few people were lucky enough to be part of it. Your mother was one of the lucky ones.

She began to change within the passing days, she became a totally new persona, more secretive, more sarcastic and more angry. After a few weeks of Randall’s leaving, your mother moved into another room on the manor, leaving your father and you alone.

Your father took it hard.

He became a shadow of what he used to be, faking a smile wherever you became preoccupied with him, promising you that he was just tired of how hard work has been.

You became a shadow as well, your faith in Randall’s returning was fading with each day and you began wondering if you two were truly in love after all. His letters became scattered, sometimes you would receive one each week, sometimes one each month, but now you were lucky if you receive one a month.

You stopped wearing the ring, opting for having it on a necklace, closer to your heart, you force the idea of having it there, closer to your heart. Not on your finger, where you would see it. A sealed fate.

The beginning of autumn was closer, and that meant the cold winds were around the corner, sometimes you think those two seasons were a reflection of your relationship with Randall was, beginning to get cold and uncolored.

You were putting some plates away when your father came into the kitchen, he was tired, you could tell but there was a glint on his eyes you haven’t had seen in a long time, he was trying so hard not to smile while having something behind his back.

“It’s apple season.” He began.

“It is,” You nodded, now paying close attention to him. “What has you so happy?”

“Well, I found your mother’s basket the other day,” Now it was ‘your mother’ not ‘my darling’ or ‘honey’ those stopped days back. “And I saw the apples and thought ‘maybe it would be good idea to grabbed a few’…in a manly way, of course.”

You tried not to laugh, fully sitting on the counter. “And what is a ‘manly way’ dad?”

Your father frown, trying to find a good way of describing his way with words. “Well, a ‘manly way’ is just that, grabbing apples…in a manly way.” He nodded, proud of his description. “Also was hoping you would bake a pie, as a reward for bringing such quality produce.”

You shook your head smiling, you missed this mood on your father, happily, free, joking. You missed him a lot. Your hop down the counter and grabbed the apples, you carefully looked at them, making your father nervous.

“Did I do a good job, peanut?” He carefully asked, finally sitting on one of the chairs.

“To be honest,” You began, trying not to smile. “You did an excellent job dad…so…”

“So…?”

“How’s mom?” You turned away, beginning to wash and peeling the apples. “Haven’t seen her for a while.”

Your father shrugged uncomfortably, “Probably with that Burgess…she spends most of her days with him anyway.”

“Dad…”

“No, no, it’s fine, I got used to it, it’s not like she’s my wife or something.” He rested his head on the back of the chair, looking at the ceiling before sighing. “She began saying she’s single, guess this is finally over.”

“Don’t think that” You turned, “Mom just needs a little push and she would come back. I know she would.”

“It’s really fine peanut.” He reassure you, trying to smile a bit. “But I would love if we don’t talk about this.”

You nodded.

“How’s the kid? Doing good?” He asked you, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

You shrugged, “I…really don’t know.” You glance at him for a moment, turning away quickly and blinking faster, trying to stop the tears from falling down. “Hasn’t wrote in a while.”

“Peanut…”

“It’s fine, he really needs to focus so he can come back faster.”

Your father nodded and dropped the subject.

“We could do some hot tea.” He said.

“I would love that.”

It was later at night and you were still awake, your mind busying itself with doubts, was it worth it waiting for him? His feelings for you were real? Or were just a game to him?

You wanted to keep positive, you really tried but he was gone for far too long that you began questioning yourself, you wanted him here, with you, you wanted him to put you first and his father seconds. But he put his father’s needs and wants first, what does that mean? Would your relationship fail? Was it worth even trying?

You turned towards the window, your hands got under your pillow and you began watching how the light entered your room, it turned everything with a mystical shade of blue and white, your eyes traveled to that small box you kept his letters, you haven’t read them in a while, it was hard but you couldn’t do that to yourself.

You heard a noise from outside, you frown and sat down, your bed sheets pooled on your lap, carefully moving around them, trying to keep quiet. You glanced outside your window, your eyes only saw shadows and for a moment you swore you saw them move. You bit your lip, saying to yourself that you were tired and that was just your imagination playing games with you.

A hand grabbed you from behind, covering your mouth harshly and dragging you out of your room, you began kicking, trying to break free from the stranger’s grasp. You manage to bite onto his hand and when he let’s your mouth free you screamed.

“Dad!” You screamed with force, the strange closed your mouth.

“Shh pretty lady, we don’t want to wake the entire manor, do we?” He whispered on your ear. “Such a beautiful girl needs to learn her place with a man, and that is your silence.”

You heard footsteps running towards you and the sound of a shotgun.

“Listen to me piece of shit,” Your dad aimed the gun at the stranger, “Let go of my daughter before I shoot you.”

You saw shadows moved behind him, you scream ‘turn around, please turn around, there are more’ but you couldn’t the sound was muffled by the strangers hand. He laughed, kissing your temple.

“Sorry man,” The stranger smiled against your temple, “He said she was alone, no hard feelings.” You saw how someone appeared behind your dad and hit him on the back of the head. “Sorry about this sweetheart.”

You were on the ground when you woke up, your head was throbbing in pain and everything was dark and it felt humid. You stood up and stumble for a bit, your hand looking for the wall to support yourself.

You didn’t know where you were, you didn’t even know if you were still on the manor. Your father, god you hoped your father was okey, that they didn’t hurt him. A sigh escaped you, a hand dragged across your face, trying to shake off the earie feeling.

“Good, you are awake.”

You recognized the voice, you tried looking for her but the room was so dark it was difficult. “Mom?” You asked the emptiness.

“Don’t call me that.” She responded, taking a few steps until she revealed herself to you, her face shown no emotion.

“Where’s dad?” You tried again.

“Your father met his fate when he intervened against the orders.” She replied, her feet carried her around you, that’s when you finally notice the bars.

“What?” You touched them, “Where is he? What’s going on? Why am I on this place?” You questioned her, shaking the bars hoping for something. “I don’t understand mom, what’s happening?”

“You have caused this,” She stood in front of you, “This is your punishment…the blood of your fathers is in your hands” Your mother whispered before she left, never glancing at you.

The days passed or you thought so. It was harder to keep track when you didn’t see the sun or the moon. Sometimes a guard came here and brought you something to eat, something you didn’t eat. You just sat there quietly, still hearing her words repeating over and over again.

Your father’s blood was on your hands.

Your hands were full of his blood.

It was your fault.

A bag of clothes hit you in the face, forcing you out of your thoughts, your hands grabbed it.

“Roderick is asking for you.” Your mother came back, she was wearing a dark cloak while she waited for you to start dressing. “We must be on time, hurry up child.”

You stood up and beginning to strip, you didn’t care she was watching you, you didn’t care if the guard came and watch you too. Your mind was far away and you were so tired. However you could, you manage to put on what she throw you. It was a dress, the material was soft and you were grateful for a change of clothes. It was white and sleeveless, it didn’t fit your body as it was a few sizes too big but you didn’t care at this point.

“Turn around,” You did as you were told, your mother hummed, “Do a quick braid, Randall was right, you don’t look good with you hair down.”

She motioned the guard next to her to open up the doors and cuff you. She grabbed your arm and began dragging you away from there, it was hard to keep up with her steps as your body was too weak, malnourish and tired. You just wanted to sleep. Your mother force you to climb the steps, throwing harsh words at your direction if you stumble for a bit.

The light almost made you blind, your eyes closed in pain, it was far too long from the last time you saw the light, and it wasn’t even a bright day, perhaps closer to night time.

She kept dragging you until you were pushed you at the center, the room was filled with people, dressed the same as your mother, you began to feel uncomfortable as they were watching you closely.

They moved when Roderick stepped forward, his face was angry, you could tell from the way his mouth was making a disgust grimace. He looked you up and down, circling around you, he force your back to straighten up. “She is missing something.” He said, a few women stepped forward quickly, one putting a veil on your head, covering your face rapidly, another gave you a bouquet of white narcissus. You were confused but said nothing. “You know what you are here child?”

You said nothing.

“You are here to correct the mistakes of your sins.” His fingers motioned forward. “Bring him here.” Two men carried a coffin, putting it in front of you. “I thought you were meant for greatness but you only brought doom with your birth.” He opened the coffin, a corpse was laying there dressed on the finest clothes.

“This is your doing.” He continued, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to face the corpse, “My son is dead because of you.”

You gasped at the sight of Randall, his face wasn’t him, this wasn’t him, you couldn’t. No. You won’t believe this, you know Roderick is lying, Randall promise he would come back, he would come back for you. You tried to move backwards but were force to stay put. Two men grabbed your arms and forced you on your knees.

“Look at your doing!” Roderick screamed. “My son is dead because of you!”

Your mother stepped forward, handing him a book. “It is ready, my lord, the binding circle is complete.”

Roderick nodded content, he grabbed the book and opened it, “Brothers, sisters, please step back, we are about to begin.”

They left you there, next to Randall’s body.

“We are here reunited to do the impossible. We are about to be written in history as the greatest, as the ones who deserved everything. As the ones who capture Death and have it under our control.” He began, his eyes turning onto the open page. “We completed drawing the binding circle, the totem of Death’s calling, Death requires sacrifices, as its name said, ‘The one who guides you to the end.’ But today. Today we are going to capture it. Death separates the soul of the body, Death leaves the ones who doesn’t deserve to live here and takes the ones who truly were meant to be something away. Death took my son, Death took what belonged to me and we will have it return, Randall will return to us!”

His followers cheered loudly.

“This child was the true sacrifice, not my son. She deserves this punishment for her sins, she trapped my son onto her web of lies, and today, she will mend her mistakes today.”

He put the open book on a pedestal and his arms opened widely. “Chant with me brothers and sisters. ‘Ego te hac nocte voco. Cum sol occultavit. Mors venit ad me. Audite avocatos meo. Mors venit ad me. Tibi hoc sacrificium est, redde nobis quod amisimus.’ Again!” He demanded.

His followers said the words with force, chanting them with gleeful madness, following their leader, over and over again the voices were heard. The air felt cold and hot at the same time, the candles that surrounded the binding circle were blown off. Roderick smiled in madness. “Again!” He demanded again.

You were trembling with fear, they sounded lunatic. You couldn’t move away, something made your knees stuck on the ground, perhaps your body was frozen in fear, perhaps their words were doing something real. Perhaps Death would come and spare your life, perhaps it would take you away. You didn’t know.

Roderick stepped into the binding circle, kneeling behind you, he grabbed your chin forcefully, “Tonight Death will take what was wrongly left behind and in return it will bring what was taken away before its time.” You felt the blade of a knife against your neck, carefully caressing it. “You desperately wanted to be a bride so badly that your demands provoke my son’s death, you will bring him back, you were meant to be a bride but never a wife, you will doom whoever decides to wed you child. You are a mistake. You are a bad omen, you will be grateful for my hand.”

The sound of a knife hitting the floor shut everybody’s chanting. “Did it work?” Someone asked.

Roderick stood up, pushing your body harshly on the ground, cleaning the remaining blood on your wedding skirt. He walked towards his son and gently patted his face. “Randall? Come on son, it’s time to wake from your slumber.”

Randall didn’t move, his face was still pale and his chest unmoving. Roderick screamed in frustration, kicking the pedestal where the book was being held. “Take that thing away from me,” His head motioned your slumped body, a small pool of blood was soaking your dress. “Pointless.”

Your mother took an uninterested glance at you, moving carefully to the angry man. “What should we do now, my lord?”

Roderick closed his eyes in frustration, “We will try again, brothers and sisters, Death will come and I will have my revenge.”

“And with the body, sir?” She asked, her head nodding at your direction. “What should we do with it?”

“Bury it, burn it, I do not care.” He began walking away. “Do what you like, in the end, that is your child, is it not?”

Your mother watched him leave, she sighed tiredly before turning to the others. “Bury her next to the man who gave her life. They deserve to at least rot together in hell.”

The others nodded before they began dragging you away, a trail of blood was left behind you. Your mother went to pick up the book, a random page. “Huh…I see.”

So! What do you think? Hope you like it!

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Hi is it ok to request Yandere rin okumura (blue exorcist ) romantic HCs please 💗

Yeah I can try! Aged up as usual. Yet another yandere who is very conflicted with himself imo.

Yandere! Rin Okumura Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Demons, Blood, Biting, Burning, Sadism, Protective behavior, Moral conflict, Jealousy, Marking, Violence, Stalking, Forced relationship implied.

Naturally, as a demon, Rin would be possessive despite him being compassionate.

Most of the time, Rin is really sweet towards his darling.

He's awkward around his darling but supportive and kind.

Rin just wants to keep his darling safe as an exorcist and doesn't want his darling to be afraid of his power.

As a yandere, he really doesn't want to be seen as a monster due to his power and feelings.

Rin is Obsessive, Protective, Caring, Impulsive, Aggressive, and Possessive.

His personality has two sides.

A man who who wishes to avenge his father by becoming an exorcist to protect those he loves...

And a demon who wishes nothing more than to claim and destroy.

Rin's scared of his more animalistic desires towards you.

He doesn't want to hurt you, but it appears he is incapable of loving you without wishing to mark you.

His darker side wishes to taint you in the power as a demon....

His obsession reminds him he isn't human.

He'll never be fully human with a normal life.

While Rin wants to love and cherish you, his mind tells him to crush you.

He tries to suppress his feelings in general towards you...

It proves futile the longer he knows you.

Rin starts as obsessive during his crush.

Akin to a puppy he follows you around.

There's no doubt if he didn't hide his tail it would be wagging.

Rin gets so happy around you.

You are addicting to him to the point he's watching you everywhere you go.

Rin also likes to offer you gifts in return for putting up with him and his behavior.

His specialty is cooking for you.

It makes him happy to see you enjoying something he made himself.

Rin, like how he is towards most of his loved ones, is protective of you.

The idea of other demons hurting you sparks both sides of him

The exorcist side, who hates to see you hurt and just wants you safe in his arms.

The demon side, who growls at the thought of another demon stealing what's his.

Either way... he tries his best to defend you with his life.

You may not know it yet but he loves you more than just a friend of his.

He wants to make you happy, to taste normalcy through you.

Although he knows he should restrict himself... he could hurt you if he's too eager.

He can't bring himself to stay away, however....

Rin's very caring.

He hates to see you sad, he hates to see you hurt...

He hates himself even more if he causes you such pain.

He's a beast that desperately tries to be something he isn't.

He knows that if he stops being careful, once that sword is drawn, he'll hurt you.

You'd never forgive him... so he tries to monitor how eager he gets.

All because he cares for you and what you think of him.

Rin's very impulsive in his obsession.

He finds himself collecting little trinkets that remind him of you and casts himself into danger for you.

His demon side even considers locking you in a room with him, away from everyone.

Most of the time him being impulsive is him getting hurt due to protecting you.

Although he finds himself picking fights with people around you, in part due to him being possessive.

He can't help himself.

Seeing others so chatty around you makes him irrationally angry.

Partly because he feels you're his....

Which leads into his more demonic aggressive/possessive behavior.

The moment he slips up and allows his darker desires through, he becomes more beastly.

Like an animal, he wants to pick fights with others.

It's worse with demons.

Rin's demonic self wants to fight other demons in some form of proving his power and worth.

Which leads to other demons noting this behavior and taunting him about it.

Just when will he decide to taint his beloved?

He clearly already has the ambition for it in the way he fights!

When overcome by demonic desire, Rin is sadistic towards you.

He wants to bite you and lick the blood.

He wants to burn you and let it scar.

He wants to claim you... inside and out.

He's wrapping his tail around you, forcing you closer while he marks you.

It takes Yukio to subdue him.

Rin, once he comes to his senses, is guilty.

He hurt you and he feels horrible.

Yet he also feels... victorious.

The idea of no one else having you like him is exciting, but wrong.

Rin knows his obsession with you is dangerous.

It's only natural he feels such a way though.

He's half demon.

Demon's are rather possessive and sadistic after all, even if he tries to deny it he can't block out the truth...

His love for you is wrong, but it feels so right

#yandere blue exorcist #yandere rin okumura

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rottenprincessshura100 · 1 month

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Hello!

Chapter 140 has been my Roman Empire. Do you have any theories that lead to that future. Rin is alone but powerful almost like carrying Yukio sadness. I have been reading your theories lately and I really like your takes especially about the twins having two fathers and the watermelon theories.

Chapter 140, is showing us a possible dystopian future.

One that might not happen.

Mephisto has been spending all of his time meddling in the timeline, trying to find ways to stop the end of the world. He's been attempting to create the perfect vessel for Satan or Lucifer. Once he is successful, the world will come back into balance.

Mephisto can't see the future past a certain point, he doesn't have all the answers yet, but he's stacking his deck with options.

The dystopian future is bleak. Rin is powerful, but sad and damaged. Like he's been alone a long time, or fighting against a new evil, which I think is The Knights of the True Cross. (Crazy, right?)

In the future Gehenna and Assiah merge.

True Cross is under the authority of Arthur August Angel, whom, as we know, hates demons. Under Arthur's leadership, humans and demons are segregated. Demons are kept away at all costs, and Arthur is no doubt, hunting demons.

This is a big mistake

We know, from various chapters, that demon suffering brings evil.

Demons simply want to feel all the pleasures humans feel without pain. It's the pain, and the mistreatment that's the problem. If demons could live alongside humanity pain-free, the anger and resentment would fade. Demons wouldn't be so dangerous.

And if humans chose to instead live and collaborate with demons, perhaps they could build bridges and share divine power. That's the direction Yuri and Lightning were going. They aren't heretics, but smart.

Demons with family, seem to be able to spread out their powers and have viable human vessels. That's a reason why Mephisto has the ability to live such a good life, being as strong as he is. It isn't just his Time powers that preserve him but he's got a human family out there. (Of course he keeps his kin and family in hiding, and it's a mystery that's yet to be unravelled.)

Back to the Future

The Future for Rin must have been traumatic. There is a complete separation of exorcist factions. But who separated?

Rin obviously must be on the side of demons, and I'm hoping he's with Lightning, Shura, and Mephisto. I hope he's not all alone.

On the True Cross side, we have Arthur August Angel. And I hate to say it, but I think Yukio would still choose to fight against demons and side with Angel. (We haven't seen it yet, but I predict it.)

Something bad might also happens to Shiemi which divides the brothers into hating each other. If Rin lost Shiemi, it would kill his soul.

Not the Real Future

I honestly don't think this is the future that will stick. If Mephisto finds the perfect vessel for Satan and one for Lucifer, and finds a way to bind their powers. It's possible to stop the dystopian future from ever happening.

He keeps rewinding the timeline looking for the answer that eludes him.

I still think Shiro is the somehow the key.

Now, Shiro is dead to us, but never dead to Mephisto. Mephisto sees Shiro over and over, when he revisits and tweaks the timeline.

If Shiro decided to become Satan's vessel during the blue night. Maybe Yuri wouldn't have to die, and maybe both Satan and Shiro could raise Rin and Yukio. It's a long-shot, I know. But when Satan possessed Shiro both times, the demon's powers didn't kill him. Shiro stabbed himself to rid his body of Satan. In some capacity, Shiro was able to control the possession and push Satan back. That's no small feat.

I also think that demons and certain humans are destined to pair up. Shiro and Satan were compatible physically, and very much alike personality wise. Shiro was just weak of spirit. He wasn't mature enough for the burden. As a matter of fact, Shiro's actions created death and suffering. Yuri tried to escape with Satan, but Shiro sold them out to the order. This started the chain-reaction that lead to the blue night and Yuri's death.

If Mephisto could somehow change the past, and convince Shiro. Rin and Yukio would have a very positive future. Yukio only had Shiro to raise him, and he desperately needed Yuri. The woman loved demons and would have passed that knowledge off to Yukio, creating empathy and understanding.

In the end, the terrible dystopian future isn't Rin or Yukio's fault. Neither of them are to blame.

Like Lightning said to Yukio a few chapters back; Children are not responsible for the mistakes of adults.

Shiro created this mess, and he should be the one to fix it.

He needs to step up sometime in the past and offer to be Satan's vessel.

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We still have the trouble with Lucifer. There are various possible vessels for him kicking around.

We have Arthur, but I don't think he'd be able to share his body with a demon. He's weak of spirit and hates demons. If Lucifer possessed Angel, the exorcist would die. (might happen)

We have Shiemi, whom like Arthur was a clone or hybrid of Lucifer that was powered from Shemihaza's crystal.

3. The Uzai stole Lucifer's old ashes after Shemihaza destroyed him during the blue night. The fact that they were meant to be sealed away, means that they might still be viable source material for a new vessel.

4). We have Homare Todo, who is potentially a demon-eater like her father. She's hanging out with Lucifer all the time, and has caught his temptaint. She's a viable vessel and she might have the strength of soul to control and bind him. Maybe make him happy?

5). We also have Nemu Takara, a kid that seems to not have a soul, but speaks through a puppet. Who the heck is that kid? Is he an empty shell being controlled by Mephisto?

Anyway, this is one of my theories on the future.

It could go in any direction. ;)

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist theories #aoex #shiro fujimoto

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Hi! Could I please get a romantic matchup for Blue Exorcist, Twisted Wonderland, and Helluva Boss?

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 20

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

MBTI: INFJ-A

Ennegram: 5w6

Personality: I'm pretty quiet in social settings but if someone talks to me first, I can keep a conversation going. I will occasionally go up to someone to initial a conversation but not very often. With people that I'm close with, I'm very open and sarcastic. And I make a lot of self-depreciating jokes (even though I have a high self worth). I set very high standards for myself but I also usually meet those standards. People say I have a good poker face/a scary glare but I've never seen it. People also say I look like someone who "knows what they're doing".

Likes/Hobbies: Reading, writing, anime, video games, and listening to music (stuff like Hamilton, Panic! at the Disco and Offspring). I want to be a fantasy writer and I am currently studying an English major at university.

Dislikes: Spiders (deathly afraid of those), being forgotten when I'm gone, and disappointing those who I care about.

Appearance: I'm 164cm (5'4") and have an average build (not too curvy but definitely not straight up and down). I have green eyes that everyone thinks are brown and curly/frizzy dark brown hair that is down to the middle of my back.

What I look for in a partner: Someone honest and caring. Someone who treats me the way I deserve to be treated. I don't really have a preference on appearance; personality is far more important to me.

Hopefully I've put a good amount of useful information! I hope you have a lovely day and that life is treating you kindly!

~Eren

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Here's your matchup! Enjoy!

Blue exorcist :

Rin Okumura

The reason I chose him is because of his personality and your romantic partner preferences. He has such good intentions and is always thriving to help others or make you show the best version of yourself. He might be immature, hot blooded and with uh….a dubious background to say the least but he’s also protective, goofy and emotional. He is definitely someone who would put you above him and always make sure that you’re happy. (Golden retriever energy lol)

How you met: Considering his background, you were classmates. In the beginning he probably poked at you or engaged in conversations to get to know you. But I think you two got closer over music, anime and video games. Rin is very curious and would take your recommendations to heart. I can imagine him knocking at your door or calling you late to discuss an anime you recommended or ask you to co-op with him lol. He’d probably not understand your jokes at first but then he’d probably get used to them (and compliment you each time you make one). Rin is rather spontaneous so I think the moment he realizes he loves you, he will rush to tell you no matter the time lol. Your pokerface doesn’t deter him and he sees you as someone he can rely on.

In the relationship: Rin is someone with a lot of secrets. He tries to appear strong and prove himself so that he can be seen beyond his DNA (if this sentence is terribly written I am sorry…). Just like you took time to warm up to him and befriend him, he’ll probably take time to tell you his whole past and feelings. Rin will always self doubt and there might even be moments where he’d try to break up with you or distance himself for your own good. He doesn’t want to endanger you, his dearest. This patch is gonna be very rough for both of you as he needs reassurance and security. Okay let’s stop the depressing episode. Rin will obviously be very interested in your writing. If you trusted him to show him your drafts he’d be so happy and proud lol. He might not be very good at academics but you can be sure he will always hype you up. I see him as a cuddly boyfriend so you can expect him to just…hug you out of the blue or wrap his tail around your wrist lol. He’s worth it but comes with lot of family drama. But in the end, you’re the apple of his eyes.

Helluva Boss :

STOLAS:

My personal favorite in Helluva boss. Stolas is troubled (they all are but hear me out) but he cares about his loved ones even if he has to ridicule himself (I mean….he’s pursuing Blitzo who’s socially beneath him and it earned him problems). Stolas just ears for more freedom and means to express himself. He’s very lonely and misunderstood, but also a hopeless romantic and a caring person to his loved ones. Oups I’m rambling again sorry. I matched both of you because you complement each others. You’re a breath of fresh air compared to the nobles or the hectic Blitzo.

How you met: I was gonna go for a ball but meh. I’d say he met you in the human world. Perhaps he went up there to relax and unwind a little. To be Stolas and not a prince of hell. Considering his status, he’s interested in the arts. I think he’d find you at a library and comment on the book you’re reading or asking you questions about it. For the sake of this scenario, let’s say it happened a few times and one day you asked for his name. That’s how a friendship started. Stolas would be interested in the more modern writings and music. In exchange, he’d recommend you classics and even bring you his favorite pieces to discuss in private. The friendship would be very casual at first. You both have similar hobbies and would engage in similar jokes. Slowly, he’d start ranting about his life at home (he left a lot of details like his race) and ask questions about the human world. I like to think that even before the relationship, you both would enjoy silence together. You write and he’s reading with music in the background. Now, for this to advance, an accident is necessary. Stolas is rather reckless. His wife will probably question all his weird trips and would somehow target you to mess with him. Of course he’d save you and reveal his identity. At first he’d disappear out of sadness as his wife just ruined a nice friendship. But then he’d earn for you and start checking up on you with his magic. When he sees you worried about him and trying to reach him, he’d come talk to you (after drinking some liquor…) and would pour his heart out about how he missed you and all. You’re probably angry at him at that moment (rightfully so) but in the end he meant well. He wakes up in the morning and you two have a talk after he sobered up. You agreed to have a relationship and get to know each other’s more.

In the relationship: In the beginning, he sees only the physical side and is rather shy. His romantic and eccentric side will appear later but for soft vanilla dates you’ll have to prepare them first. He’s the type to send you lots of gifts and plan expensive dates. He’ll take you to concerts, let you access his library and bring you first prints of your favorite books. If you asked him to review your writing he’d be very happy too. I believe he’d give very good criticism. Also, if you want to meet one of your favorite author, if they’re in hell he will arrange it. He’s clingy and would be more afraid of being forgotten than you. He’d always try to make you happy and would always encourage you. Unfortunately, I don’t think he’d dare to warn you when you’re making a bad decision at first. Concerning hell, Stolas will obviously hope that you end up there (look. Sorry but he’s still selfish). When you’re human, he wouldn’t let you get close to that world. He might introduce you to his daughter at max. He’d also be very protective of you because you’re gonna face a lot of assassinations attempts and his masochist tendencies. If you want it to be serious, it’s gonna be rough because his world won’t be easy on you and he has a bad past with marriages. He sometimes acts more like a curious teenager than a prince. Also, he’d adore Hamilton and musicals in general. He’s caring but honesty isn’t the fort of anyone in hell. At least he means good so just be patient!

Twisted wonderland :

ROOK:

I hesitated between him and Trey because they both would fit you so well in my opinion. But as a lover of all beauty, Rook is your match! Now…Rook is a bloody enigma. He basically observes everyone and then gets fixated on those who interest him. He’s extravagant and a loyal admirer who will always encourage those he deems worthy and help them become their best version. But he’s also just and observative.

How you became friend: Hear me out…so he loves to observe people and take pictures right? I can totally see him taking pictures of the crowd and then, when he developed those pictures he got interested in your person. Was it your poker face or scary glare that got his attention? None knows, but he’s a man on a mission. A mission to get to know you. He’d observe you from afar and when you call him out he will apologize and introduce himself. Rook is very persistent, you’re gonna see him often. So often you’ll warm up to him and eventually befriend him. Rook will try out your book and music type before you can even recommend them to him lol. He’d also give you great advices if you have writer block and will always subtly push you to do your best. I hope you like skincare (I can’t understand it for the life of me help) because this man will introduce you to Vil and will do your skin care himself. He enjoys it and wants to make you enjoy it too, even if it seems intrusive. He’d gladly welcome your sarcasm with a laugh. As for your jokes…if they’re too self-depreciating he’s gonna go on a monologue about you to cheer you up. He encourages you to meet your high standards because he believes in you. Now for the relationship….he’ll either ask you out suddenly or you’ll be the one to ask him out. No in between.

In a relationship: The only difference is his intensity. Rook is definitely more open with you when you’re his lover. Because he sees you as his one and only. He probably will ask you to do some photoshoots for him and would write a poem about your eyes or body in general. Rook is an excellent critic and would not let his personal favoritism get in the way of reality as we saw in CH5. He’d meticulously nitpick your drafts but don’t take it in a bad way, he’s just a passionate lover. Rook is a theater kid in my mind. If you say you love Hamilton, be prepared for a lot of musical pieces to come. He’s definitely gonna plan a lot of movie nights. He doesn’t seem to be a big fan of video games but would definitely try them for you. Just so he can bond with you lol. As I said before, he will always hype you up. If you don’t meet your goals, you can expect him to help you out because he wants you to succeed and be happy. He’s never gonna be disappointed in you. Also, tell him you don’t like spiders because he…might prank you. An issue I can see is that he’s too involved in other people. It might make you jealous, especially if he becomes fixated on something new. He’d never forget you but he can start talking a lot about X Y Z which can be annoying. If you’re displeased he will immediately apologize but…get used to it. It’s in his character as a hunter. He can also appear to hide a lot of things. Communication is key here. Rook is a boyfriend who’s very present in your life. You can be walking and suddenly you receive a picture of yourself from him….

I can see you get along with Silver, kalim and jack.

#matchups #match ups #helluva boss #twisted wonderland #blue exorcist

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at1nys-blog · 6 months

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Snowy days

Pairing: Shiro Fujimoto x fem!reader

Summary: She loves the snow, it takes her back to her happiest memories. She loves Shiro Fujimoto deeply.

A/N: I don’t like the Renzo ff, so while I re-write that take this one instead; -71 days until season 3

More of blue exorcist ff here

More anime ff here

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: MAIN SPOILER EPISODE 2 SEASON 1 OF THE ANIME AND VOLUME 1 (I don’t remember in which chapters happens but I know is at the beginning so…) SO SKIP THIS ONE THANK YOU

Waking up she felt the air was different. The event of the night before flooding her mind in a second. She had to pinch herself, a couple of times, no multiple times, the pain of the action overpowering the one of her loss.

Looking outside the window she took a deep breath and mentally got ready to start the day. The plan was simple: have breakfast; get ready; go to the graveyard with Rin, Yukio and the others; heading to True Cross Academy. She had to tell Kuro about the incident.

The church was silent if you didn’t count whoever was fixing the altar. No one dared to talk; there was no music playing and the twins weren’t fighting. It was too silent.

Entering the kitchen Izumi greeted her but his voice and words didn’t get registered by her, she didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Taking a seat at the table the girl said Grace in silence, she might have been a demon but since Shiro saved her and took her under his wings it became an habit for her to say Grace before every single meal.

“Is she doing okay?” Asked Naoya entering the room.

“Not really. She didn’t say a word since she woke up.” Answer Izumi keeping his eyes glued on her. He was worried for her, thinking that the second he was to let his guard down she was going to do something dangerous.

“I’ve heard she is going to tell Kuro about Father.” Naoya added, his friend only nodded. “Poor thing, I wonder how is he going to take the news.” was the last thing he said before taking his tea and leaving the room; Izumi on the other hand was still checking on her.

The funeral was fast, Shiro had made it clear he didn’t want anything to pompous, nor something long. A short and easy farwell was what he wanted.

She cursed at him, stupid clergy man thinking about how he wants to leave this Earth. Multiple times she asked him to stop, that his time wasn’t coming anytime soon but she had to know better: humans have a time limit, a limit that could come anytime in their life; humans die; humans are not as strong and resilient as demons.

It started to rain, at some point during the day it started to rain. Heavily as if Heaven was mourning too the loss of a great man that Shiro Fujimoto was.

She took out his glasses, she loved them, the reason why she was attached to them couldn’t be found, and she tried to find a reason, she truly did but nothing. She simply loved them.

She started talking, after Rin left with Mephistopheles she gained the courage to speak to his grave.

“I can’t believe you left me alone with the twins, we were supposed to rise them together you old man. And Kuro, how am I supposed to tell him? What am I supposed to do with him?” Taking a break she took a deep breath, she never thought it was going to be this hard. “Rin regrets everything he says, you know it, but is going to be a long way before he understands is not his fault you died.” She had to stop once again. She couldn’t believe it, he was dead. The man that saved her all those years ago; the man she was desperately in love with was gone and she couldn’t do much about it.

“Y/N Mephisto is waiting.” Yukio’s voice grounded her, a little, just that much to bring her back on Earth and noticing that she couldn’t put off talking with Kuro. He had to know, as soon as possible. She thanked him, in a whisper that the wind took away with him, in a whisper just for the two of them to hear, a whisper so delicate like her aching heart.

The drive was filled with Mephisto trying to start a conversation while she looked outside.

“He was meant to leave this place. He is…”

“Human. Pheles do you think I don’t know? Do you think I wanted to fall in love with him knowing I was going to see him go no matter what? We are not any different than humans when feelings are involved.” She looked him deep into his eyes, trying to find some comfort from him. “I… loved him Mephisto, and he left me too soon.”

“A demon in love, I had to see this myself.” He joked and before she could shut him up or defend herself he spoke again. “Just know is going to take a while, to heal I mean. And I’ll hurt, just… I’m here for you if you need to talk.” She looked back at him, lips trembling. “Or cry.” He added and she started to cry as on cue. It was the firs time since the accident.

Mephisto sat next to her, hugging her shaking body and assuring her everything was going to be fine. Eventually.

She didn’t want to. She didn’t know how to do it and seeing the situation in front of her, somewhere inside of her told her he knew already.

“Can you handle him?” Asked one of the guards. Y/N just nodded, she knew how to handle him. She knew most of the times when Shiro was with her, guiding her movements and sharing tips on how to. But now? She hoped for the best.

Kuro sensed her. Her presence radiated comfort, warmth and if she was there Shiro was there too. That was the usual. The every day basis. Where one went the other was around. That is how it was supposed to be.

Where is Shiro? Is he hiding somewhere? The voice of the cat echoing in her brain. It broke her heart hearing those questions. Because Shiro wasn’t hiding anywhere around.

“Oh Kuro, I am so sorry. He is gone.”

No, he isn’t gone. He can’t be gone.

“He is. He sacrificed himself to protect us. He died as the brave man we know he was. He… I am sorry Kuro I wasn’t strong enough to save him. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Is okay if you hate me now, I let you down, didn’t I? Is okay you can hate me as much as you want but please don’t hope for him to come back. He is gone.” She started crying, Kuro followed her, both demon and familiar sharing a pain bigger than what they imagined impossible to feel for a human being.

Kuro turned into his pocket size and she took him in her arms, the cat kept on crying like a baby, which he was. No matter how long he had been rooming Earth right now he was a baby, crying the death of his loved dad.

Shiro was like a father to the familiar, since he was saved by the priest he felt at home with him. Sure with Y/N too but with Father Fujimoto the connection was deeper, it came from the deep of his heart and invaded all inches of his body. He had loved Shiro Fujimoto hard and those feelings weren’t going away that easy.

Demon and familiar talked on their way to Mephistopheles’ office, reminiscing the old days. They laughed a couple of times remembering how embarrassing Shiro was at times.

He loved your smile. Said the cat at some point. He loved seeing you smile. He kept on saying. Shiro love you too. That felt like a punch to her guts. She knew her feeling were reciprocated, maybe he never confessed but his actions spoke louder than words. She knew he had loved her in the little things he did; in the way he spoke to her; his body language was clear enough. Everything in him said “I love you.”

She smiled at the familiar when an idea came to mind.

“Kuro, would you like to meet Rin and Yukio?” Since Father had took in the kids he always talked about them to the cat. He told him how Yukio was the first one to learn how to walk; how Rin grew up to be a protective older brother; Kuro came to know how Yukio started studying to be an Exorcist and that he was the youngest teacher at the cram school. Kuro never met the twins but with all the stories Shiro shared, it was like he did.

Demon Mephistopheles walked out his office the moment Y/N walked by, and when she didn’t stop to get inside she called her name.

“I know where your office is, I just think I have a better idea.” She knew what was happening to the cat if she had a talk with Mephisto. The Order most probably wanted him to be caged somewhere and she couldn’t bear the thought, so why not let him stay with her and the twins?

“You know we can’t disobey orders like that.” He said hearing what she had to say.

“Oh come on, like you don’t follow orders when you feel like it. Also, since when you do what the Order tells you to do?” Mephistopheles rolled his eyes and agreed with her idea.

“But if he makes trouble…”

“He won’t. Trust me.”

Christmas was around the corner, just a couple of weeks separated them from the Holy day, and that meant the twins’ birthdays was coming closer too.

She bursted in their room, without notice but the two Okumuras were used to that.

“I want you outside in five minutes.”

“Is snowing.” Complained Yukio.

“And I am reading.” Was Rin’s excuse.

“First, I know is snowing. Second, I don’t care that you are using your brain cells today to read. I want you two outside in five minutes and if you don’t come willingly I’ll drag you myself, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” They answered in unison.

“Great.” She said leaving the dorm.

They kept their word, in five minutes they were outside the old building and next to the second person that acted like a parent to them. She locked arms with the twins the second she felt their presence and walked in the middle of the street.

“We are go…” she shushed Yukio. Y/N didn’t care what he had to say. If he was to complain they would go down with the flew or something like that she knew the twins were going to get better in no time, and as for her, demons don’t get sick.

“Just look at the snow. Isn’t so beautiful?” She didn’t want an answer, for her it was the most beautiful think on Assiah. If she had to go back to Gehenna snow was one of the things she would miss the most. “Do you know why I love the snow?” She kept on watching the snowflakes falling down with so much grace it filled her heart with joy. “My happiest memories have to do with it. The first time I met Shiro it was a snowy day and so when our little family was formed.” She smiled, Rin too had a smile painted on his face.

“Truly is beautiful.” Commented Rin. Y/N knew he wasn’t too fond of it, so she was glad to hear him say that knowing he did it for her.

“I guess is not that bad.” Added Yukio. She rolled her eyes but she was happy like that. With her boys with her sharing a little moment of happiness after a tragedy.

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dang-itshauntedinhere · 11 months

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I Don't Love You, But I Always Will - Chapter 1

Summary:

I watched The Exorcist with a friend and spent the entire time staring at Father Karras, so of course we crafted an elaborate story surrounding his and reader's life together. Falling in love with a Jesuit priest and watching his faith fall apart in front of you is not problematic at all actually, and your life in this story will proceed in abject simplicity. (Lies, slander) Enjoy!

Chapter 1 (You are here) - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

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Divider by @racingairplanes

Word Count: 4.5k

After marrying a man you believed would give you the life you wanted, you think love will be enough. You leave everything you know and love behind, believing this.

A/N: This story takes place throughout the late 1960s and early 1970s.

Chapter 1: Leaving for Georgia

Summer in DC was always beautiful, you thought. Something about the blue skies and the shaking of the leaves always brought out something warm and exciting in you - the wind is what you really loved. How it seemed to finger through your hair and make you blush, how it reminded you of the tingling, scrappy feeling of returning home after a long day of roaming the streets as a kid.

It reminded you why you loved the city.

Chris was always up-front about wanting to move back to Georgia after the wedding, and you had agreed easily; his aging grandparents were there after all, and a tenure-track position as a professor of philosophy at the University of Georgia was nothing to sneeze at, either.

You’d spent your mornings on the phone with realtors in Athens for the last three months, leafing through the mail every day to find new flyers and catalogs. Evenings were for wedding planning and house hunting.

It had been so much organizing, though your contentment with a small wedding was an anchor, his southern family was too large to be modest. The money, through it all, had been distressing. Your new husband may have been wealthy enough to cover the cost easily, but you still weren’t used to the feeling. You were raised on frugality after all - this kind of spending was terrifying. You winced just thinking about the blank check Chris had handed you one morning. Like it was no big deal. You called him for every little step of the process, confirming every piece of the reception with sweat rolling off your brow.

You readjusted your purse on your shoulder. The noise of the busy street was comforting, but it didn’t slow the race of your heart. It felt like everything was moving so fast.

You took the long way for a reason. Your steps became a little slower, and you stopped to set yourself haltingly on a bench in front of your favorite corner store and tried not to think about never seeing its bleached yellow awning again. Smiling sadly, you took out the folded flier again.

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You’d had your little list of hopes for a home. Space for a garden, large window sills for sitting and reading, steps to sit on and shuck corn or peel apples. You knew you wanted it to be small - cleaning a mansion every day was not on your bucket list. You knew you wanted stained glass in your door - something to stream colors into the hall and remind you of the tall churches of home, and most of all you knew you wanted a room for your painting. Anything would do, just something for you to cover with scrapbooks and canvases.

With these in mind, you hungrily poured over the pictures his family and your realtor sent along every night and made notes, checking for price and commute time to his office and your school. You circled and cut and pasted, until you had a fitting list to show him in the morning. You’d trudge to bed, hands sticky with paste and head light with images of your future home together.

Of course, he had his own list. The house needed to be no less than 15 minutes from his parent’s home, with a spacious yard for him to keep pristine, and a large office with space for his books and papers. There had to be a large dining room, (for university guests of course) a broad back porch for beers and chess in the evenings, and two bathrooms (he was absolutely anal about sharing).

Every morning, you’d sit next to him during coffee and talk quietly about your findings. You’d slide him the carefully crafted scrapbook with all of your notes and clippings tastefully collected on a page, with each option’s best qualities highlighted. He’d give a tired smile:

“What have you got for me today, honey?”

You’d begin your pitch with a deep breath. “Meet 887 Cherry Drive: 2 bedroom, 2 bath, - she’s got a HUGE back yard, big windows, glorious mahogany floors, only 20 minutes out from your office, 30 from your folks, and has delightful red shutters. And on your left, 2003 Elliot: 3 bedroom, 2 bath, with a connected garage and white porch. This one’s on a corner, so the yard is more like a side yard, but it’s got a peach tree and-”

“Oh not that neighborhood, and couldn’t you get my drive down a little more? You’re a magician with it all, babe, I know you can figure it out,” he interjected, checking his watch. “Ready?”

You closed the book. “I’ll do my best,” you sighed. “Remember we have to buy this house by August,” You said.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just the book is taking all my time, and I only have so much time - and I’m marrying an artist for a reason! Gotta get some bang for my buck,” he smiled.

You sighed a smile. Your drive to his office helped, though, as he explained the wondrous world of footnotes. He always got this charming determined furrow to his brows when he got frustrated.

—

He picked a 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom southern colonial a block away from his parents, deep in the Athens suburbs. It was stark white, with a rolling front yard and a stand alone garage - for your painting.

It wasn’t exactly what you pictured, but it had plenty of space, and two big hickory trees in front, with one in the back - the thought of the cool shade and quiet nights had you looking forward to it.

You tucked the folded flier back into your purse, and stood up with determination. Your skirt buffeted in the wind, like it was pushing you back. You walked on. He’ll be happy for me, we’ll have a friendly goodbye and we’ll go our separate ways.

You smiled into the wind as you turned onto the familiar brick path of St. Mike’s. Don’t cry.

—

He set the glass tumbler down with a dull clink and sat down in a huff. Class on Monday - I should really get them thinking about evidence-based decision making by the end of the month.

Damien enjoyed teaching, it added something to his life that he missed when he only spoke to the others at the seminary. All of their conversations came back to faith. Medicine he could give answers for, but faith was something different. He leaned on his fist as he watched the ice in his glass melt into muddy amber.

Faith was difficult. In the last few months, he could feel his assurance slip. He still believed wholeheartedly in his beliefs of course, but the world seemed to gray around him without… something. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but his thoughts had been clouded, days monotonous, and prayers rambling. It was like he was losing his touch.

It worried him. At least the students ask interesting questions.

He watched the leaves roll soundlessly outside the window and took a sip of his warming drink. It didn’t taste like anything.

He wondered if this was God’s latest test to his faith. A cruel one, at that. He usually trusted the path of his life - it was strange to question it. Maybe devotion is lonely. He’d lost some cosmic meaning; and when a priest loses his meaning, it often means he’s close to reaching that quiet, perfect devotion that carries him through the rest of his life. Maybe this is the feeling that makes so many men of the church so, so dull.

Then he thought of her.

Her easy conversation, the sun in her eyes, the warmth of her arm through his, her ever-changing laugh - yes, he thought. It has been a while, hasn’t it? He felt suddenly embarrassed, alone with his thoughts. He missed his friend - of course.

His thoughts suddenly fell to her wedding. He hadn’t realized he’d been blocking it out - he chalked it up to a busy schedule, the small voice in his head that went to medical school scolding him.

Only a few weeks ago, he had watched her walk down the aisle, glowing in a white dress.

—

He’d sat in the back corner, as far from the ceremony as he possibly could, strangely content to have as fuzzy a view of Chris, amicably chatting with Father Dyer, as possible. The ceremony was huge. It seemed like nearly 500 people crowded into the sanctuary, sweating politely through their Sunday best. Days like these, he despised his high white collar.

He felt a little bad for his mother, seating them so far from the stage as possible, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be avoiding looking at the groom as well.

He’d been to so, so many weddings over the years, always officiating, never attending simply as a guest. It was certainly a different occasion - somehow being in front of everyone with such a central role felt less visible than this did. He couldn’t complain, however, it was her wedding. He knew he had to be there - and his mother had absolutely insisted when she heard.

Her small family sat front row, the rest he could recognize as her guests were city natives. Her doctor, a few store owners, Carol (the only woman in the whole of the city she’d let cut her hair), some graying professors from your university days, and what looked like 20 kids and their parents - her Sunday school art students. The rest of the church he didn’t recognize, and the overture of southern accents in the chatter seemed unfamiliar.

The din quieted suddenly as the overbearing weight of the wedding march rang out through the sanctuary - you always liked how the organ shook the room.

People craned their necks to watch the groomsmen and bridesmaids walk slowly to the front. He involuntarily pressed a hand to his chest as his heart beat accelerated unexpectedly. His face grew hot and he tried to breathe deeply and quietly - was it audible above the organ?

He watched as Sharon stepped slowly through the doorway in front of him, she seemed relaxed. Seeing her suddenly brought him back to the moment, and he remembered there was no reason for him to be panicking. He set his arm along the back of the pew and parted a small smile as a young girl nervously sprinkled clumps of white petals across the red carpet. With a deep breath, he forced himself to relax, and silently thanked God he’d found a seat far from where she’d be able to see him.

Until she was suddenly before him, her eyes clear through the white mesh of your veil. She’d spotted him immediately - he was painfully aware of how wide his eyes were. She smiled.

Despite his hammering heartbeat and the blood rushing in his ears, he smiled back, and something relaxed. Everything felt right then, and it was as if you’d shared a long, satisfying conversation or told a quiet inside joke - and then she turned towards the front with a step.

He wasn’t sure if it had been milliseconds or minutes, but the moment passed. He turned to his mother, who watched her with a sad smile, tears in her eyes. She held his hand in hers, cool and frail, and said quietly in Greek, “Εκεί πηγαίνει, φαίνεται τόσο όμορφη (There she goes, she looks so beautiful.)”

He forced a fast smile and looked forward. “Ναι, το κάνει (Yes, she does.)”

The rest of the ceremony passed quickly and foggily, as if it was a dream.

He didn’t see her again until the reception, when people had thronged around her so tightly he wondered if she could breathe. Flashes of white would appear in the crowd, and he subsisted on the occasional glance of her face among it all, beaming. She looks tired, he thought. Thrilled, but… tired.

Her hair had rebelled from its perfect styling, and single soft hairs stuck out at various angles, framing her face in messy curls. Wouldn’t be so bad if you’d stop running your hand through it, he smiled. You always do that when you’re high-strung.

He allowed himself to appreciate her dress in glances - the layers of off-white organza complimented her frazzled elation well, artsy, as always, and the cut complimented the curve of her waist-

He shook his head with a start. Well, it does.

He buried himself in conversation with Father Dyer, grateful for the familiar face in the crowd. He needed the distraction - from whatever that deep, vague sense of dread he was feeling was, and from her and her tired eyes and bright smile – champagne and Father Dyer’s easy going company would suffice. He leaned against a wall near the back of the room by the door, standing next to his mother, who watched the sea of people through sleepy eyes.

“Oh, looks like she’s about to toss the bouquet,” Father Dyer said, turning to a particularly loud group surrounding you. He put a hand on his mother’s shoulder, crouching down to alert her of the spectacle. They watched as the bundle of flowers sailed over the sea of heads, hands snatching at petals as it fell. It landed in Sharon’s outstretched arms, and an excited chorus rose from the crowd as it dissipated quickly.

Seems fitting, he thought. The white of her dress was suddenly navigating through the crowd, passing hands on shoulders and smiling “excuse me, sorry, pardon me” fell from her lips. She looked up and pushed a wave of hair from her face as those familiar e/c eyes found his. She smiled, carefully picking her way through the maze of shoes.

He collected his thoughts quickly and straightened. She sighed a laugh and looked into his eyes as you came upon their small circle.

“Hey, I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” she said with an apologetic look.

“You look tired,” he said. She smiled, shrugging slightly, then turned away from him and leaned down to his mother’s outstretched arms, her dress collapsing around her in pillowy swells.

“Mama Karras!” She held her face in her hands, beaming up at her.

“Αγαπητέ μου, είστε όλοι ντυμένοι! Πάντα ήξερα ότι θα έκανες έναν όμορφο γάμο,” she said.

She glanced down to her hands, where she held three white roses, preserved from the bouquet. His mother’s face lit up.

“Δεν πρέπει να έχετε!” She gasped and gingerly clutched the roses to her heart, bringing her in with her other hand as she kissed her face. He smiled at them together - they were always so happy together. When his mother wasn’t asking you to eat more, or talking about him in broken English.

“Couldn’t let you go home empty handed, Mama Karras,” she kissed her cheek and stood, holding her thin hand in her own. She leaned against the wall next to him, letting her head fall on his shoulder and hanging an arm from his coat sleeve.

“Can I tell you a secret,” She asked. He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow and a nod. He was grateful to finally have a moment to hear her, feel her touch again. Her face finally relaxed.

“I’m exhausted,” she said with a small smile, meeting his eyes and glancing over to Father Dyer.

“Lighten up, the wedding is meant to be for the bride after all.” He handed her a drink.

“Thanks.” She took a sip and sighed against him. He wished the whole party would evaporate then - just decide it was time to go home, leave you alone, let you sit down. He wondered if you’d sat down since before the ceremony.

The shadows across the room had long since grown long, and the light had changed from a bright yellow to a deep orange. The music simmered above the din, the low, sonorous tones of Doris Day relaxing the mood.

She tugged on his sleeve and glanced up at him.

“A dance, ‘father?’” She nodded towards the opening in the crowd, where guests had paired up, drifting in lazy circles. He looked to his mother, separating from you to lay a hand on her shoulder.

“How are you feeling, mama? Could we leave you for a moment?” She looked suddenly awake, lighting up as she stood quickly, straining against her cane.

“Μη χάνεις στιγμή να μου μιλάς, συνέχισε!” (Don't waste a minute talking to me, go on!) She pushed his hand away, walking haltingly to father Dyer and taking his arm. He went along easily, shooting him a knowing smile and turning to his mother happily.

He held out his arm.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said. She smirked, taking his arm as they stepped slowly to the dance floor.

His face felt warm again, and his heart sped as they drew closer. She deflected relatives’ prying glances politely, leading them slowly. He wondered then if this was too much, if it wouldn’t bring Chris out swinging. Somehow he knew he wasn’t one to do that, but was slightly alarmed at how easily the thought of defending her from her new husband had slipped into his mind.

All at once, they had arrived. He left his thoughts as her arm suddenly left his, hand resting in his as she brought her other hand up to his shoulder, her arm resting bent against his. He brought an unsteady hand to her waist, squeezing her hand in his other. She looked up to his eyes as they began to step and spin slowly, talking quietly.

“So how do I look?”

“Beautiful, of course.” He gave a frank smile.

“Better than tired, I count it as a win,” she replied. She laid her head against his shoulder and yawned with a laugh. “Damn.”

“Cursing at a priest at your own wedding! Wait and see where that gets you,” He yawned. “Stop that.” He resisted the urge to rest his chin on her hair.

She closed her eyes.

“I like where it’s gotten me so far.” They stayed like that for a while, mumbling under the music and barely moving at all. She scrunched up her face and shook her head slightly, lifting her head away from him.

“Sorry dames, I’ve got to wake up,” She blinked repeatedly and rubbed her eyes. “Still have the rest of my wedding to be at, probably should be awake for it.” He fixed a strand of h/c hair behind her ear and took her hand. He led her arm over her head, turning her in a lazy spin.

“Wake up then,” He said. The song ended then, and the room faded back into view. They let go of each other’s hands, suddenly aware again, and clapped with the rest of the guests. She smiled at him among it all, and something struck him in her look. You’re happy.

He went to take your hand again when Chris rushed up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair as you laughed. All attention was on her again, and her eyes were on Chris. Not him.

He stepped into the crowd quietly, navigating back to his mother and Father Dyer.

They left before he could see you searching the crowd for him.

—

Your knock rang out loudly in the quiet hallway of the conservatory. Your heart rushed and your skin prickled at the silence. You always appreciated that about the church, that utter quiet, and better yet, breaking it with some angelic choir or powerful organ. Breaking this silence felt different though: nervous. You could hear shuffling from within.

The door unlatched and swung open in a rush, and Damien was all at once in front of you. He looked disheveled, but fully dressed - like he’d fallen asleep standing up.

“Hey Dames,” you said with a small smile. “Did I wake you up?” You stepped towards him, straightening his rumpled collar.

“No, no, just… lost in thought -thanks for that,” He looked distant for a moment as he pushed his hair back. “Come in,” he said with a tired smile.

You stepped into the familiar room, sparse as ever. The low bed was neatly made, a solitary cross hanging above the headboard. Sunlight streamed in through the open window, the noise of the street drifting in over the silence. The only clutter of the room was an abundance of books; a half of the small room had books piled on every surface, wedged in every crook and cranny. The table was similarly populated, displaying a few open books and strewn papers. He gathered them self-consciously, adding the stack to an already-precarious pile on the floor.

You smiled at his collection and turned to his closet. You scanned the top shelf.

“Where’d you move your vase?” You asked. You offered your small bundle of black-eyed susans with a crinkle.

He dropped a stack of papers on his bed and looked over with a raised eyebrow and thought for a moment.

“Ah.” He swiveled and produced the blue pitcher, pitching the musty water into the gutter outside the window before stepping through the bathroom door at the back of the room.

You unwrap the flowers, setting the paper on the table and dropping the bunched stems into the awaiting pitcher easily. He set the pitcher on the table with a light thud.

“Thanks, they really bring it all together,” he said with a light smile.

You always enjoyed his room- some may have thought it claustrophobic, but you preferred cozy. Countless afternoons reading and talking over coffee and tea - he always kept a box for you - sitting with your back to his dresser and his back to the wall, you’d drape your legs over his and watch the light grow orange with the evening. Conversation came in patches, quips about a passage, some thought question or story about your day, and you’d slip between talking and reading, lazily flipping through hours on end. You hadn’t been over in some time - you missed those afternoons.

You were struck, suddenly, by the knowledge that this might be the last time you spoke here. You fiddled with your hands, spinning your wedding band around your ring finger. His brow furrowed with concern.

“What’s on your mind?” He sat, you followed.

“I’m uh, I’m here to tell you I’m leaving, Dames, for Georgia in a week,” You said, flashing him a smile you hoped wasn’t too forced before looking down again. “Chris’ parents are there, and we’ve bought a house in Athens. It’s close to the University, and to the school. We’re really excited- I’m really excited for the fresh start, you know? And-and I’ll get to teach part-time, art, and I’m so excited to meet the kids, and,” you looked up to find him stony-faced, brown eyes swimming with hurt. “And, so I’m leaving the city soon. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…”

You took his hand across the table and squeezed. He looked away. You sat in silence for what seemed like minutes, watching his eyes stare at the white wall. You didn’t pray often, but suddenly your mind rang with pleas. No, no, no, I’m sorry, I wish I’d told you sooner. You’re mad. You’ll never forgive me. I wish you’d look at me.

“Talk to me, Dames, please,” You said, swallowing hard. He inhaled and straightened. He turned to you and brought his other hand to yours.

“Is that what you want?” He said, face lined with pity. “Do you- want to leave the city?”

You were taken aback by his change in tone, now tone soft and coaxing. His therapy voice. His advice voice. His “savior” voice. Your stomach twisted with indignation.

“Yes,” you said in earnest, looking away. You couldn’t look at him when he gets like this, not now. “He’s my husband, Dames, what are you saying?” You drew your hand away.

“I’m not- You’re not hearing me - are you sure?” You stood.

“Yes, I’m sure! You’re acting like I’m some wayward woman you have to counsel - you’re my best friend, Dames, I thought you’d be happy for me-” He stood and looked you in the eye, his face serious.

“I’m not blind, y/n,” He raised his voice slightly, taut with frustration. “I have watched you give yourself up to him, piece by piece - first it was your apartment, then it was your job, and now it’s this- you’re leaving me, everything?”

“That’s what marriage is! That’s what love is!” You whipped around to look at him now as you raised your voice. “It’s devotion! Sacrifice! I chose this!” Why were you getting defensive? You weren’t thinking straight - you took a shaky breath and ran a hand through your hair. You hated this feeling.

“And don’t you dare act like you don’t know what that means. Like I haven’t watched you give yourself to the church - watched you sweat and cry and bleed for this? You think that hasn’t been hard for me? Watching you give everything away and leave nothing for yourself?” Nothing for me?

“Don’t make me say it, y/n.” He said, scarily still, brown eyes burning. “It isn’t the same - I’d never choose-”

“And I’d never make you! I’d never ask that!” You said. He stopped at that, looking like he had more to say but turning away. You were surprised as a hot tear dripped down your cheek. You held a hand to your mouth, swiping the tear away and turning. No, not in front of him. Not now.

Your head ached sharply as you held back tears. The pressure was overwhelming. You tried to take a breath, but it came shaky and louder than you wanted. Your face burned with embarrassment. He started to say your name behind you but you gathered yourself as much as you could and clutched your jacket together.

“Tell your mother I’ll miss her,” you managed. He was quiet. “Goodbye, Damien.”

You didn’t look back, opening the door to the quiet hall and walking as quickly as you could away. Away from him, away from his warm voice, his knowing looks, his broad hands, his rare smile, and everything else you loved about him. The sound of his door shutting at the end of the hall was all it took. Hot tears streamed silently down your face, your vision blurry and head pounding. The only sound was your shaking breaths and small, choking sobs.

You stepped onto the street with a wash of relief and set out the way you came, hurriedly smearing tears away as you walked.

You wondered for a moment if this would make leaving easier. Somehow you knew it wouldn’t.

#Damien Karras x reader #Damien Karras/You #friends to lovers #slow burn #my first fic #wedding #mutual pining #the exorcist #love this man #damien karras #what if instead of writing a fic like a normal person I wrote a novel #damien karras x reader

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m34gs · 4 months

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Fic ask meme: 4, 6, 8, and 11!

Thank you for the ask, friend! First ask I'll answer to kick off the New Year, haha. I'm super excited for these questions, so let's get into it! (from this post)

4. Do you think you’ll stop writing for a fandom this year? Which one?

Honestly, I don't think so. There may be fandoms I slow down on or maybe put on hold for however long I need, but it's pretty safe to say that if I've written and posted one fic in a fandom there is always a chance I will come back around and write for it again. Even BNHA. I mean, Aizawa is pretty central to Bar AU, so even if I don't write anything else for the fandom, I will be continuing to contribute to it through our Bar AU.

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

Definitely the Vampire Idia x Human Kalim fic. Specifically, the one where Ortho is also a vampire (not by choice). I am so excited for it; I miss writing my boys and I love vampires. I have so many ideas, and I'm already looking at a bittersweet ending and kicking my feet over the kissing scenes I will add...and potentially biting scenes 👀👀I have been itching to write that since like, October. Life just kept getting in the way and I do want to be a little closer to being finished my haunted convenience store fic for Blue Exorcist: Inconvenience Store before I really get into it, because I feel like that one is kind of looming over me (I haven't updated it since November and while that's really not that long ago, it feels like forever probably because of the chaos of Christmas).

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

Hmmm, I'm not sure if this is the year...it depends on how the year goes lol, but do you remember the Danganronpa AU we discussed where everyone is a supernatural creature attending Hope's Peak, except for Hajime and Naegi? And all their supernatural classmates get super protective of their human friends and very easily misunderstand common human practices...I really really want to write something along those lines at some point. I miss writing Danganronpa; I haven't done it in forever and the characters are so fun. Honestly, I'd be happy if I can even get one fic for the fandom out, even if it's not the supernatural au. 🥰💜

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Well, half my brain is shouting "timeloop fic timeloop fic timeloop fic" and the other half is going "no. absolutely no timeloop fic, do you know the effort that would take? How many timelines we'd have to figure out and unravel? How much additional planning we would need? DO YOU REMEMBER HOW WE STRUGGLE WITH EVEN JUST A SIMPLE MINOR CANON DEVIATION???? THIS IS WHY WE STICK TO AUS. TIMELINES ARE HARD." So. I'll probably end up trying out a timeloop fic this year, even if I don't end up posting it.

Thanks again for asking! Hope you enjoyed my responses💜

#asks #ask games #writing #fanfic #writing asks #for fun #feel free to ask more if you like #twisted wonderland #danganronpa #blue exorcist

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daughter-of-melpomene · 1 month

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Please tell me about your Hazbin Hotel ocs 👀

Um, gladly?? Thank you so much for asking about them!!

So, I have three OCs, and I’ll start with Samuel, who mainly goes by Sam. They’re a fallen angel, a former exorcist-in-training who fell after they began to learn more about Lucifer’s ideas for humanity and agreeing with his and Lilith’s ideology, finally getting kicked out after they threatened Sera to either stop the exterminations or they would make sure all of Heaven knew. They actually met Lucifer and entered into a relationship with him after falling, since he and Lilith were on a bit of a break, but Lucifer eventually left without any warning and then they didn’t see him again until Lilith disappeared and Lucifer contacted them out of the blue to ask if they would be willing to keep an eye on Charlie and protect her. Originally they were furious about the very notion of the request (even if they wound up doing it anyway, because they never really stopped loving Lucifer), but they eventually came to see Charlie as a daughter themself and would do anything to protect her (as well as Vaggie, because as a fellow fallen angel they basically see her as a little sister). They’re very committed to helping Charlie with the hotel but don’t trust Alastor one damn bit, so they do their best not to leave him alone with Charlie, and even though they don’t really drink they become sort-of friends with Husker, and Angel once he gives up flirting with them. They’re a Lucifer ship, since ultimately the two of them decide to work on reconciling when Lucifer shows up to help Charlie and they’ve never really stopped loving each other, and they’re voiced by Okieriete Onaodowan.

Next is Jane Doe, my Husk ship, voiced by Eva Noblezada! She’s kind of based off of the Jane Doe character from the musical Ride the Cyclone, in that she died from being decapitated, showed up in Hell with her head sewn back onto her body, and can’t remember her real name or anything about her life from when she was alive, including why she’s in Hell in the first place (though it’s later revealed that it was because she killed her abusive boyfriend and was found standing over his body by one of his friends, who then killed her). She’s the hotel’s second resident after Angel, because despite not being able to remember why she’s even in Hell she still wants to get into Heaven, even though that’s obviously going to be a challenge due to her situation. She’s very shy and nervous and a bit awkward, and due to her head not really being attached she often suffers from memory lapses, forgetting where her room in the hotel is or trailing off in the middle of a sentence because she’s forgets what she’s going to say, but the others are all very supportive and there to help her through it. One thing that she does know is that she really likes cocktails, though she doesn’t know if it’s leftover from her life or not, and since Husk makes amazing ones she spends a lot of time at the hotel bar sipping on one and talking to him. Obviously they’re very opposites attract in a lot of ways, but they’re super cute when they do get together. (Oh, and she’s also a doe demon, like with deer legs and a little tail and fawn freckles on her face and everything, because I couldn’t resist.)

And lastly, we have my beloved he/they prince Nick Morningstar, an Angel Dust ship, voiced by Ben Platt! (And named after Nick Scratch, one of many nicknames for the devil, obviously.) He’s Charlie’s twin sibling, and definitely the more sensible and realistic one out of the two of them, always worrying about her trusting nature and doing their best to keep her out of the trouble it might get her into (he and Vaggie are the Charlie Morningstar Protection Squad), but they also support her unconditionally and will go along with any and all of her schemes and even volunteers to be in charge of the hotel’s finances once it’s up and running again after the battle with Heaven. He’s also had kind of a celebrity crush on Angel for a while now, but slowly comes to know him better as an actual person while he’s staying at the hotel and promptly makes their crush even worse. (He is definitely planning to either kill Valentino or trick him into giving up Angel’s contract so they can rip it up.) He’s also kind of a loser compared to Charlie - they aren’t half as social or even likeable since he’s kind of a wet cat, their proper demon form isn’t even as powerful as hers - but we love him anyway (and so does Angel, eventually).

Again, thank you so so much for asking about them!! It means a lot, and I’m definitely looking forward to posting more about them, and seeing more about your girl Frannie too!! <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: samuel #oc: jane doe #oc: nick morningstar

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thefunkes · 5 months

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dec 12 2023

The feeling is back.

Maybe Brian Wilson said it best in "I Just Wasn't Made for These Times." Or maybe Bo Burnham did with "That Funny Feeling." Or maybe Robin Peckinold was getting at the same thing in “Helpless Blues.”

I’ve never been original, always latching onto somebody else’s ideas. But if I could describe this feeling at all, It's that prickly feeling I get all over telling my body to Do Something. It's the bile creeping up in my throat signaling my body to vomit. When I lie down, I feel it pulse through my legs in waves. My heart is pushing into the back of my chest. I think it’s been with me since high school, but maybe it was just always there undetectable to little me who was focused on community building in Animal Crossing. The pain speaks more than the incoherent thoughts colliding into each other in my brain. All I feel is the wave from my skull to my toes.

The feeling chooses when to come. It’s like the feeling wakes up and decides it needs to keep busy. We all do. Who am I to shit on someone else’s purpose? It’s not like I have one at the top of mind. With the feeling comes dread and a sense that my time is up. When I find myself in this state, I go limp. My body is in physical pain and I don’t fight back, I give in so easily, drooping like underarms. I have told no one about this pain. Becca JH wrote, “Pain eliminates language. At its most extreme, it results in an animalistic scream, an expression of utter unintelligibility.”

I think this feeling first entered my body in high school, like a possession. But I saw The Exorcist when I was in high school and it didn’t scare me much. To combat this feeling I’ve done everything from drink, smoke cigarettes, suffocate my ears with music, go for walks, yoga, get a degree, stop eating, and flirt with guys at parties who I will never see again, amongst others. But it has no escape, it throbs every now and then to remind me, that it’s still there. Every time it shows itself, I swat at it like a mosquito, but the desire for blood is strong—it wants to kill its host.

"I don't think you know what you wanna do with your life."

In ContraPoints’ video “Incels,” Wynn coins the term masochistic epistemology: whatever hurts is true. This is to say that as a form of self-harm, people will seek out disparaging comments about themselves or people whom they identify with online to reaffirm their own ideas that they have of themselves in their head. To those who live inside my head, they’ll know I’ve been known to do this from time to time. I used to have a screenshot saved of a Reddit thread where a man posts, worried that he is stupid as he fails to complete everyday simple tasks. I didn’t care to screenshot the replies. I don’t need comfort, I wanted to reaffirm that yes, there are people who are incompetent and deserving of very little. Not of course, that I would say that about that man. To him, I would say that he is loved by his friends and family and to move towards the light in his life. I don’t go on these online adventures anymore. Because once you’re an adult with a degree people you won’t have to seek out cutting comments about yourself through a stranger, sometimes somebody will look at you square in your deer-in-the-headlights dumbass face and say your worst fear about yourself to you.

"I don't think you know what you wanna do with your life."

The other night I was at a party with people all older than me whether it be by a few months or almost a decade. Everybody seemed so eager, so willing. Our bodies were close together, I could feel the legs of another man touching mine. My heart fluttered. I forget. I drink. I forget. I remember, then say something I shouldn’t have. I forget. Then I wake up at 3 AM.

"I don't think you know what you wanna do with your life."

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Forgotten Curse: Sukuna x Curse! Reader: Chapter 13:

Is this her soul's domain? It can't be...

This isn't possible with the contract we have.

Sukuna wandered the vast icy landscape which had colossal icicles running in a dome shaped pattern and at the top was a light as bright as the sun. The only difference was that it was white which made light scatter and reflect across the various icy structures. Tiny rainbows scattered creating circular patterns within the light and the deeper blue ice like the depths of the ocean glowed brilliant blues from turquoise, to sky blue, and even cerulean.

He sighed and out of the corner of his eye glanced at his reflection. He frowned.

This is completely different from my soul domain.

I wonder if I can find anything else about her here.

Sukuna jaunted toward her icy throne which was sitting in the center of the light as if it were in the middle of the stage on a spotlight.

"So, this is her throne." He reached out and touched it which made ice creep up his fingertips. "Heh...Like a little ice could do anything to me." Hovering over the palm of his hand was a bright orange flame which instantly melted the ice on his fingers. But the throne remained, not even a drop of water was streaming down it.

"How annoying, just like her." Sukuna cracked a smile and sat down on the throne. "Maybe if I look around, I'll be able to find something." He leaned his hand on his chin, closed his eyes, and went into deep thought.

"Wait does that mean our soul domains are connected now? Fuck." Sukuna's muscles tensed on his face and his brow furrowed.

Great now I'm hearing Sukuna narrate in my head. Y/n thought to herself.

Sukuna froze, "Hah? What was that you brat?" Sukuna said irked. He paused and smiled to himself, "So, you can hear me then?"

Sukuna? How the f— You know what I'm not even going to ask. Just get out I can't deal with you right now.

"Then do you want to elaborate on what you were saying earlier?" Sukuna said.

That's not important. Wasn't this only supposed to be possible with Itadori?

"I don't know how it's possible but this may be the most fun thing that has happened in centuries."

I imagine that you have a smug look on your face right now. Fucking narcissist.

"You want to say that to my face? Cause' I'll rip yours right off." Sukuna spit out.

No, I prefer to have my body intact, thank you. Anyway, I'm trying to have a conversation with the enemy right now. So, can you politely fuck off and go back to your soul domain?

"No, I want to know who this enemy is since you clearly don't see me as one."

I assume you mean me, viewing you as a threat to my life. Also don't even think about fighting him yet until you have almost all your fingers. I'd prefer it for you to have all the advantages you can get.

"I don't believe your words. That other curse I fought was also weak. What makes this one any different?"

He has obtained multiple techniques from exorcists over centuries. If you fight him now...Well he wouldn't want to fight you since his plan is to help you...Ugh, just don't make this any more of a mess than it already is.

"I can tell you're hiding something again. Tell me later."

You know I won't.

"I wasn't asking."

***

"Now that Sukuna is out of my way, I can find Getou. I'm sure he wants to talk with me." The curse said as she skipped from the metal grate that covered the battleground. She whistled a nostalgic tune from her homeland and made her way out of the city.

"I never thought so many people would be around here." After a long distance she had made her way to the outskirts of the city. Where the forest met houses there was a small farmers market with plentiful fish, fruits, and jewelry. People bickered and others haggled, once more the day was reaching its end.

"I wish someone could see me. I didn't realize I'd be homesick this soon. I miss them." Her nose dripped and she wiped it on her sleeve.

"Why does this come to mind now...Don't cry. C'mon please." Her eyes were glassy and she tilted her head up to stop the tears from falling down on her face.

"Don't lie to yourself." She squeezed her wrist till the skin heated from her hands. "You would be miserable again. The normal societal path isn't for you. Don't forget, you have a purpose now." Gloom enveloped her spirit and she trudged away from the unaware passersby.

The path laid before her was paved with asphalt and winded up the mountain all the way to the top. "I know they might not be here but I have to try."

She took a deep breath and jumped each step gliding her along the road. She gained speed and watched as cars passed by her. The bright light of the sun was almost fully replaced by moonlight when she reached the mountain peak.

"Welcome to the □□ Inn, would you like a room or to experience the hot springs?" A young woman at the front desk had asked. The curse pointed at herself while looking left and right to see if she was talking to the right person. "Yes, I'm talking to you, there's no one else here."

“I’m just looking for someone.” The curse waved her hand to dismiss the young woman.

“If you want, we also have a bar but it is in the next building over.”

“You have a bar?” The curse questioned with a glint in her eye. She reached into her pocket going for her wallet and remembered she no longer had it. Instead, she found a small red pouch embroidered with koi fish that was sealed with a black string. Inside the bag, thankfully, was money and a note.

It read, “For emergencies only!” with a small drawing of Gojo with a peace sign.

“This is an emergency.” Y/n whispered to herself and held the pouch tightly.

In the next building over the curse found herself taking a seat at the bar and ordering a high-quality sake. The first sip was delightful, a waft of warmth washed over her and she adjusted herself on the wooden bar stool.

A man who had long black hair that almost appeared blue in the dim bar light. And across his forehead was a scar that had multiple star shapes across it.

“Your scar looks similar to that of multiple bullet wounds right up against the head or…a brain surgery.” The curse stuck out her tongue at the man.

“Don’t tell me your already drunk, I needed to ask you a few questions.” Getou said.

“Ha, that’s exactly what Sukuna said.” The curse took a long sip from her ochoko and poured some more sake. “And no, I’m not drunk but I don’t want to be sober for this conversation.”

“Then how do you know who I am? I’m sure there was no one left alive to know me from back then.”

“No need to make such a scary face Kenjaku. I just wanted you to know I have a contract with Sukuna so stop getting in my way.”

“Then I should just kill you. I can’t let you ruin my plans any further.”

“You think I don’t know you took over Itadori’s mother’s body. I have to say it’s fucked up not that it matters. Or that you plan on using a competition between sorcerers as a way to force evolution. Or…”

“Do you plan to keep talking? How about you bring Sukuna over here so he can get more of his fingers.” Kenjaku grabs a bottle of sake and starts drinking.

“He switched back earlier, if you stopped Mahito from being turned into a puddle he would have made it in time. I mean you’re just going to absorb your fledglings anyway.”

Kenjaku tilts his head and swivels his stool in her direction, “That’s strange why do you have Sukuna’s markings on you? They weren’t there earlier. Unless you…”

“It's not what you think, I didn’t. But he would have to be here for this to happen…” The curse puts down her cup of sake and mutters to herself. “Shut up.”She pulls her hair and twirls it around her finger.

“Why wouldn’t you want to join in my plan? It will be a new age for curses.”

“You mean a new age for you; I mean, don’t you just want to kill all of humanity and become the king of curses?” The curses swung her sake cup in a circle to emphasize her point.

“You aren’t wrong but there is more to it.”

“There’s always more but it’s never enough, is it?” She leans herself against the back of the stool. “We keep looping the same conversation get to the point will you.” She groans and pinches her nose.

In response Kenjaku tries to use his cursed manipulation technique on her.

“For a curse who has been working on his plan for a millennium that was a risk you shouldn’t have taken.” A blue wave of cursed energy pushes his hand back with the touch of a feather. Which makes Kenjaku take his hand back and put it back to the bottle.

“I was just testing that’s all.”

“You like to do that; I know all too well.” She pushes away the bottle and cup. “So instead, I’ll take something precious from you.”

“Then it looks like we’ll be fighting.” Kenjaku steps back and sets up his first attack.

“Hey, I heard the curse you’ve been looking for is here.” Jogo pauses and sees the two of them are about to fight.

“Oh, it’s the volcano head that has tantrums.” She comments deadpanning.

I was just testing that’s all.”

“You like to do that; I know all too well.” She pushes away the bottle and cup. “So instead, I’ll take something precious from you.”

“Then it looks like we’ll be fighting.” Kenjaku steps back and sets up his first attack.

“Hey, I heard the curse you’ve been looking for is here.” Jogo pauses and sees the two of them are about to fight.

“Oh, it’s the volcano head that has tantrums.” She comments deadpanning.

The volcano on his head bubbles releasing a puff of ash into the air and he releases a blast of reddish-orange flames.

The curse puts up her curse energy shield and ice blooms on her skin. “Getou how about we finish this conversation another time.” She gives a full business smile and struts to Jogo waving her hand creating a mist of frost.

“I’d prefer if we didn’t battle yet. I hope we cross paths again soon.” Getou said.

Jogo uses his flames to dissipate the frost and finds the curse is nowhere to be seen. “Why do you have Sukuna's markings?”

“Up here!” She comes from above him bursting a fountain of ice from her hands encasing Jogo in it.

A frozen Jogo stands in shock unable to move while the curse finds the bar in tatters with broken glass strewn about and burned holes in the wooden walls. Among the wreck she snags the bottle of sake and drinks the rest. “Now I’m ready.”

“Are you underestimating me!” Jogo erupts from head to ear. He concentrates his destructive flames on her but she manages to pivot and leap avoiding his attack. Which makes the stability of the building begin to creak and weaken under the burning wood.

Jogo summons his flying ember insects which create a loud buzzing sound.

“It’s sad that I know what all of your attacks do before we fight.” She licks her lips and rounds up the insects into a group and pushes them toward Jogo with her shield stepping closer and closer until…

KABOOM

****A/N Do you know that feeling when a character decides to do their own thing even when you have the story planned out? Well, blame Sukuna. Make sure to like and add to your library! You can find me on Tumblr, Wattpad, and AO3.

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Somebody’s Baby

a stu macher x fem!reader one shot requested by the lovely @slasherscream

I try to shut my eyes, but I can't get her outta my sight. I know I'm gonna know her, but I gotta get over my fright.

pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader word count: 5.6k warnings: s m u t, longing, fluff, angst, oral, teasing, honestly I went off (my bad)

Stu Macher never really did stand a chance. At least not when it came to you.

He was putty in your hands, whether you knew it or not. He’d do anything for you, everything for you – even if that meant taking a backseat to Billy Loomis. He had to admit, it was gutting to watch you and Billy interact the way you did. The two of you were close – hell, the three of you were close – but there was something about you and Billy that seemed to just…make sense.

And, for the most part, Stu was okay with that. For the most part being the key words. Because, fuck, he’d be a liar if he said that tonight of all nights wasn’t bothering him. It was a night not unlike any other. The three of you had decided on a movie that Stu couldn’t really bring himself to care about all too much as you and Billy harped on and on about whatever it was the two of you were talking about, but it was your attitude that was rubbing him the wrong way.

You were distant tonight. You were cold. You seemed to smile real big whenever Billy would make a comment about the movie but if Stu said a goddamn word it was as though he’d sucker punched you in the gut. It didn’t feel angry, or at least he didn’t think you were angry, but there was something off about the whole damn thing and it was driving him mental.

You were tucked away in the chair with your knees curled up into your chest, frowning at a particularly bloody scene on the TV, a seemingly important one too, but Stu couldn’t bring himself to watch it. He was far too busy trying to discern what the lines on your forehead meant, what the furrowed brow and small, barely-there frown on that pretty face of yours meant. Had he unknowingly done something wrong? He didn’t think so, but stupid shit came out of his mouth all day long so, he supposed, it wasn’t impossible.

But there was a niggling feeling in his gut that told him that couldn’t be it. You weren’t mad or annoyed, you were cold. You were distant. It was as though you’d barricaded yourself away from him and done so with purpose. But why?

Why, why, why?

“It’s eight, Stu,” Billy muttered, far too engrossed in the movie to bother looking his way. “Didn’t you have to be at whatsername’s by eight-thirty?”

Glancing down at the time on his watch, Stu stretched out his long limbs and chanced another look at you only to find that your eyes were solely focused on the wall just beyond the television. For a moment, he remained still, waiting for you to do something. To look at him, to make a quip about his date, to do literally anything besides ignore him, but when your stare remained cast ahead, Stu sighed and stood up to his full height. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He griped. “Think she’ll put out?”

It was meant to be a joke, something to lighten the mood or, at the very least, get you to crack a smile or roll your eyes, but when all you did was continue in your stare-off with the fucking wall, Stu’s stomach fell.

What the fuck was your problem tonight?

“Tact, fucker. Y/N is right here.” Billy rolled his eyes but shot him a small smirk. “And if she has a brain, don’t count on it.”

“Hilarious,” Stu mocked. “You guys need anything before I go? Some water? Some beer? Handful of condoms?”

“Fuck off,” Billy cracked a grin. “Don’t do anything stupid tonight.” He gave Stu a knowing look, being sure to keep his mouth shut around you in fear of letting anything regarding their little charade slip.

“Me?” Stu feigned hurt. “Never.”

Once again, he waited for you to say anything – a goodbye, at the very least – but when he got nothing in return, Stu merely rolled his eyes and walked out of the house.

You, on the other hand, remained stoic as ever as you blinked back a flurry of tears daring to spill out of the corners of your eyes. Your heart was in your stomach and your nails, which had been digging into your palms for the better half of the evening, carved out tiny half-moons into the sensitive flesh as you fought back every urge you had to scream and yell at the idiot for leaving you yet again.

The sound of the front door shutting was enough to make your body relax just enough for a few stray tears to roll down your cheeks. You were just so mad and so incredibly hurt all at once and, while you should have been used to it by now, it never got any easier watching that tall bitch of a man you’d grown to love over the years walk out for yet another date with another woman who was not yourself.

“You okay?” Billy asked, lulling his head towards you from his spot on the couch. He was the one person in the world to know your true feelings about Stu Macher and, while he’d never admit to it out loud, you knew he was oddly protective of you when it came to Stu’s idiocy, especially where his dating life was concerned.

You swallowed hard, not quite trusting your voice in fear of breaking down in front of him. So, instead, you remained silent and barely nodded. Was it hot in here or was it just you? You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe as you sat in the dark room with Billy to your left and Stu now long gone. Deep breaths, you thought to yourself, squeezing your palms yet again. Deep, calming breaths.

You heard Billy sigh as he paused the movie. “Y/N,” he muttered, his tone careful, “how’s he going to know how you feel if you don’t actually say shit about it?”

Through the thick blanket of tears still gathering in your eyes, you focused your glare on the dark-haired man. “Fuck off,” you barked out, “like it’s that easy.”

“It is,” he shrugged. “What’s stopping you?”

“The idiot has a date every week, Billy,” you hissed, “am I supposed to show up with a bouquet of fucking roses declaring my feelings as his tongue’s down some other girls’ throat?” With your emotions at an all-time high, you stood up from the chair and raised a shaky hand to anxiously toy with your hair. “I mean does he have to parade his shit around here the way he does? It drives me nuts.”

Billy remained quiet and still as he watched you pace in front of the tv. He’d seen this frenzied look on your face only once before, but he knew what was coming next. It wasn’t often that you let your feelings finally bubble over to the brink of explosion, but if your current state was any indication, he was about to witness a breakdown.

Standing up to his full height, Billy quietly walked towards you and placed his hands on either shoulder, holding you in place as his brown eyes searched your own watery gaze. “Hey,” he cooed, brow puckered. “Stu’s a fucking idiot if he doesn’t see what’s in front of him.”

You chewed on your lip in an attempt to contain the sob desperately clawing its way up your throat. “I can’t watch him do it anymore, Bill,” you finally said, barely above a whisper. “It just hurts too much.”

It wasn’t often you were met with the soft side of Billy Loomis, but you cherished those moments – though so far and few between – each and every time. With a sigh, Billy wrapped his arms around your shoulders and tugged you close. He said nothing, though, because what could he say? Stu was a fucking moron when it came to you, he knew as much, but uttering those words at a time like this would only hurt you more.

You sniffed, your tears bleeding into the cotton of his white t-shirt. “I swear he—”

“Wow,” Stu’s voice rang out into the silence of the room. Snapping your head towards his sudden appearance, you froze in Billy’s arms, terrified of just how much he’d heard. At first, he seemed to just stand there for a second, staring at the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms with a resigned, almost defeated look in his blue eyes. But all at once, in typical Stu fashion, that serious undertone slowly morphed into an almost amused sneer. “You two move fast, huh? Guess I should’ve grabbed those condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, barely hearing Billy’s sly comeback as you gently pushed him away. That heaviness in your chest that had made you cry only seconds prior was now a raging fire inside of your chest. The audacity this big, dumb, ass of a man had.

“Hilarious, Stu,” you griped, sniffing as you walked back to your chair. “Forever the comedian.”

“Hey,” he held his hands up in surrender. “No shame in it, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t interrupt shit,” Billy said. “And you know it.”

“What are you even doing back?” You snapped, glowering across at the idiot. “Or did you get bored of this one already?” You made a show of looking down at your watch-less wrist. “Five whole minutes, that’s got to be a new record.”

Stu pretended to laugh. “I forgot my wallet, ice queen,” he grabbed his wallet off of the table but continued to glare down at you. “What’s your problem tonight, anyway? You’ve got a stick shoved so far up your ass it’s practically coming out of your—”

“I wouldn’t go there,” Billy warned, flicking the play button on the remote. “Stop while you’re ahead.”

Stu barely glanced at him. “Nah, Billy,” he shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the couch closest to where you sat. “I’m curious. Can’t a guy be curious as to why a broad suddenly decides to give you the cold shoulder?”

“I warned you,” Billy merely shrugged.

“A broad?” You growled. “Get fucked, Macher.”

“What is your issue?” Stu reiterated. “I’m serious. You’ve been acting like a—”

“I’m not getting into this with you.” Pushing yourself off of the chair, you stormed passed both men towards the front door. “Enjoy your date, dipshit.”

Stu watched you go in utter confusion but before he could get up to follow you and continue this entire fiasco, Billy smacked him upside the head. “Leave her be, idiot,” he merely said, not tearing his eyes away from The Exorcist. “Let her cool off.”

“Cool off?” Stu asked with a furrowed brow. “Cool off from what? You two got that heated that fast that she stormed out because I came back inside?”

A long, deep, heavy sigh escaped Billy’s lips as he – yet again – had to pause the movie. His eye twitched in irritation as he surveyed the almost dopey look on Stu’s face. “I just want to watch this damned movie and it’s like a fucking soap opera with you two.”

Stu blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“You seriously don’t know, do you?” When all he received was a blank stare from his friend, Billy pinched the bridge of his nose and swore under his breath. “You’re even dumber than you look, you know that?”

»»————-¤————-««

It was a few hours later when there was a casual knock at your front door. Your parents were gone for the night and, as you glanced at the time, your stomach gave a nervous twist. It was nearing midnight and, while it was a Friday and you were by no means tired, just who would be knocking at your door this late at night eluded you.

Debating on whether or not to answer, you remained firmly situated on your couch as you eyed the front door in disdain. Maybe if you waited long enough, they’d move onto the next house and your life could be spared for another night. But, before you could get too much hope on the matter, another loud knock erupted from the door. This time, however, followed by an all too familiar voice.

“Hey dipshit,” Stu’s muffled voice rang out, “open up.”

“The fuck?” You whispered in confusion before making your way to the front door. Sure enough, as you unfastened the lock, there he stood. Stu Macher in all his glory. His eyes were somewhat wild as he silently stood on your front porch, soaking you in from all angles as his Adams apple bobbed up and down in his throat. For the first time in…well, ever, it appeared Stu was at a loss for words.

“Stu, what the hell?” You asked. “My parents could have been home do you know how late it is?”

“Yeah,” he simply said, not moving an inch from where he stood. “But this couldn’t wait.”

You blinked. “What couldn’t wait?” You asked, glancing over his shoulder to see if this was some weird prank that he and Billy thought up. “Come inside, you’re freaking me out.”

“I—” His words seemed to die on his tongue. “I just need to know if it’s true.”

You frowned. “If what’s true?” You racked your brain for a possible answer but came up empty. “Did something come up on your date or something? If it’s about that rumour with me and Matt Sewinski, I promise you that’s not true. The guy’s a creep.”

Stu shook his head but his eyes remained glued to your face, unblinking. “No,” he simply said, “and I didn’t end up going out with Heather.”

You wrinkled your nose. “I thought it was Sarah tonight?”

Stu shut his eyes in sheer annoyance. “Heather, Sarah, whoever the fuck it was,” he opened those blue eyes open again and the raw intensity inside of them made you take a small step back. “I didn’t go.”

You swallowed hard and suddenly felt a wave of nausea overcome you. “Why?” You gulped out.

Stu licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He was yet to step foot inside your house and between the maniacal look in his eye and the chilled breeze seeping in through the open door, you shivered absentmindedly. “I talked to Billy.”

Four words. Four tiny little words was all it took to make the room around you spin on its axis. A cold sweat broke out across your chest as you averted your eyes to the wall directly beside his head. Maybe if you didn’t quite look him in the face, you could get out of what was about to become an incredible awkward, painful situation. With your breath trembling, you swallowed again and tried to find your voice. “About what?”

Stu cocked his head to the side. “Y/N,” he warned, “cut the shit.”

Another painful gulp. Your throat felt like it was closing in on you as you stood there facing the boy you’d been in love with for as long as you could remember. You’d often dreamt of this day, the day where he’d finally realize your feelings only to have them reciprocated fully – but when you’d pictured it, Stu looked a lot less crazy than he did looking back at you now. But, even still, there was a glimmer of emotion shining brightly behind those blue eyes that made your breath hitch in your throat.

It made you nervous.

Worse, it made you hopeful.

“Stu,” you tried to find some conviction in your tone, but your nerves got the better of you. “Can you just get inside first? You’re scaring me.” Despite feeling as though you were going to faint, you managed to reach across the divide to yank him inside of your house. Locking the door behind you, you took a few even breaths before turning back around to face him. “What did Billy say?”

Stu ignored your question as he began to pace around your hallway. He was this tall, broad, string bean of a man on a regular day, but the mass of him tonight was all encompassing as he governed your foyer. “Seven years,” he began, his voice slightly shaky. “We’ve known each other for seven fucking years, Y/N. And I’ve hung on your every fucking word for all of six years, eight months and a handful of days, give or take.” He turned on his heel rather abruptly to face you. “But you liked Billy.”

You opened your mouth to respond to the first half of his statement before realization dawned on you. Grimacing, you shook your head. “Billy? He’s like my brother, where the hell did that come from?”

“You act like he hung the fucking moon, Y/N!” He exclaimed, emphatically. “What was I supposed to think?”

“What?” You shook your head in sheer confusion. “Okay, one thing at a time. Billy is one of my best friends. So are you. What’s the problem here?”

“The probl—?” Stu laughed. “The problem? For seven fucking years you’ve been the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of before I go to sleep. And literally every fucking second in between. And this whole goddamn time, I thought you were in love with Billy.”

You were reeling. You weren’t entirely sure if your heart was beating as loud as it appeared to be, but you were sure he could hear it from where he stood a few feet away. “I—” You tried to form a sentence – any sentence – but nothing seemed to suffice. “But the dates?” Were the only words that seemed to spill from your lips. “You were dating – are dating – constantly.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “wonder why.”

You weren’t sure when you’d done it or just how your legs managed to carry you back into the living room, but you found yourself falling against the arm of the couch in an almost dream-like state. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything,” Stu fussed. “I want to know if what Billy told me was true.” He walked up to you and searched your face. “Do you love me?”

You didn’t answer at first. You couldn’t. Not when it felt as though your lungs were about to explode in your chest. You must have opened your mouth a dozen times over, each time with the promise of a formative sentence, but nothing seemed to suffice.

Suddenly Stu’s hands were on you. Squeezing your thighs with those large hands, he demanded your focus as he swooped down and caught your eye. “I need you to answer me, doll.”

You were so focused in on the overwhelmingly glorious feeling of his hands on your thighs that you forgot to answer. Hell, you forgot to breathe. It wasn’t until you slowly managed to tear your eyes away from his hands to trail up the rest of his body towards that striking face of his, that you found your words.

“You came to my house at midnight. You’ve been the one going on dates like it’s a part time job. You’re the one claiming to have been hanging on my every word for the better half of our friendship so, no, Stu, I’m not saying a fucking word until you tell me what it is that brought you here this late?” You pushed his hands off of your thighs and stood up. “All I’ve done this entire time is sit idly by and watch you carry on like Heffner at the Playboy Mansion. You want me to answer you? Not until I get a—”

Your answer came in the form of a kiss.

On instinct, your hands tangled through his hair as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. He might have been on your shit list at the moment, but fuck he was a good kisser. You’d been thinking about this very moment for as long as you could remember. Longer, even, and god was it everything you thought it would be and more.

His hands were on your face at first, cradling it gently as he backed you into the sofa, and then they were on your neck, holding you close as his tongue massaged against your own. Shivering beneath his touch, you instinctively leaned into his broad chest as the pair of you continue to stand there, kissing like your lives depended on it.

“Stu,” you mumbled against his lips. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing” he rasped out before finding your lips yet again. “Bed or couch?”

Every red flag in your head was going off to stop this and properly talk about what was not so subtly insinuated only seconds prior, but he just felt so good and you’d wanted this so so long. “Bed,” you told him breathlessly, without a second thought.

Stu wasted no time in leading you towards your bedroom, kissing his way down your neck as you stumbled down the narrow hallway. Obviously losing his patience about halfway through, he pushed you up against the wall and trailed sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck. “I love you, if that wasn’t obvious.” He breathed out. “Like, a lot.”

His words struck you blind. Ever the dutiful distraction, however, Stu’s hand trailed down your sweatshirt before settling on the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your body reacted to the promise of his hand. Arching into him, you bit your lip and sighed in contentment as his fingers slipped beneath the band. You were already soaked. Your body responded to the man in a way you couldn’t begin to comprehend, and you weren’t sure you wanted to. And as his middle finger slid into your folds, instantly finding your clit, a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Is this the horny part of your brain talking?” You growled, tugging at the ends of his hair so that you had full access to his lips. “Or are you serious?”

“So fucking serious.” He hummed into your mouth. He pinched your clit, garnering a rather surprised hiss to escape from your lips as your entire body lurched forward. Hearing him chuckle, you popped an eye and began to pull his shirt over his head. When you tossed it across the hallway, his eyes met yours. “Do you love me?”

“Yeah, but I have bone to pick with you first,” you chided, doing your best to control your breathing as he quickened his pace on your clit.

He ducked his head down to bite your lip. “Unless it’s this bone,” he ground his hips into you, and you could feel his rock-hard erection even through his jeans. “It can wait.”

You laughed before you could think of stopping yourself. “Jesus Christ, you’re disgusting.”

He was smirking across at you. “You love it.”

Still grinning, you rolled your eyes before your lips took refuge on his neck. Which, as it turned out, was a massive turn-on for Stu Macher. Running your tongue along it and nipping at the sensitive flesh, was getting him incredibly riled up if the bulge in his jeans was any indication. Biting down on the sensitive flesh, the groan it drew out of his mouth was enough to make your already wet pussy clench around his fingers.

“Fuck,” he drew out, sliding the finger that had been assaulting your clit only seconds prior inside of you.

You let out a small moan of your own as you hurriedly got to work on his belt. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you just tell me how you felt?” When you’d managed to practically rip it off of his waist, you wasted no time in unzipping his jeans. His cock sprung free within seconds.

“I thought you liked Billy,” he rasped out gruffly as you began to pump his cock with your hand. “What was I supposed to do?”

You wiggled free from the hand currently down your shorts and dropped to your knees. Looking up at him through your thick eyelashes, you raised your brow. “You could have asked me?” You reminded him, swirling your tongue around the tip of that perfectly girthy cock. The man might have been a pain in the ass but good god he had the assets to make up for it.

Stu braced himself against the wall behind you and threw his head back. Fuck, you were lethal with that mouth of yours. “Hindsight,” he breathed out.

You released his cock with a pop. “You’re an idiot.” Was all you said before getting back to work. With your hand, you circled the base of his dick and took the length of him inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip each time you made your way back up.

He grabbed your hair and gave it a firm pull. “Fuck,” he growled. “Keep going.”

You hummed against his dick, digging your nails into his thigh briefly before looking back up at him. “Or what?” He allowed his forehead to fall against his forearm currently stabilizing him against the wall. You knew you were driving him crazy, but he’d done the same thing to you for the last seven years and you were nothing if not a petty bitch when you wanted to be. “Say it again.”

He furrowed his brow. “Say what?” Realization dawned on him. “Fuck, baby, you keep doing that I’ll put a ring on your finger tomorrow.” Stu’s blue eyes were hungrily taking you in. How you’d managed to stay fully dressed as he stood there with his jeans around his ankles and his cock out was beyond him but, sure enough, that was his reality. “I love you. A lot.”

You dug your nails into his thigh again, and slowly licked up the base of his cock. “Hmm,” you hummed with a nod of your head, releasing it to stand up to your full height. His eyes were pleading with you to finish him off, but as you slinked up the wall and mirrored his hungry gaze, he surprised you by sliding his calloused hand up the side of your neck until it cupped your cheek. You were practically nose-to-nose as he slowly pinned you against the wall and, as he leaned forward and nudged your nose with his, a slow, lazy grin broke out across your face. “I love you, too.”

Slowly, you leaned in and kissed him. Unlike the deliberate make-out session you’d had minutes prior, this kiss was slow and methodical. When you pulled away, you kissed the tip of his nose and nodded towards your bedroom. “Get on the bed.”

Stu’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. “Pushy.”

You gave his dick a tug. “Go.”

He swooped in again and kissed you before haphazardly kicking off his shoes and jeans, punting them across the hallway as he backed you into your bedroom. When you were close enough to your bed, he broke the kiss to peel off your sweatshirt. Throwing it across the room, his hands were back on you within seconds, kneading and massaging your breasts before taking one in his mouth. Expertly, his tongue ran along your nipple before he began to suck and nip at them. Arching into his mouth, you fisted a handful of his hair and groaned as he pulled you in even closer.

“Stu,” you moaned, shutting your eyes momentarily as you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his mouth on your tits. The man truly was a god with his tongue.

But you had a trick up your sleeve. A little payback, if you will. And this, melting into his mouth, was not part of the plan.

Hating yourself, you pushed him away. The back of his knees hit your bed and you watched as he fell back onto the soft mattress with a slight bounce. There was confusion in his stare as he sat there ogling you. “Get over here,” he beckoned, voice low.

Slowly, you shimmied out of your pajama shorts, feeling his eyes on you every step of the way as you stepped out of them and walked towards the bed. Towards him. Sitting himself up, he opened his legs so you could step between them. His hands were slow as they trailed up and down your thighs, hips, and waist before sliding around to your ass. Squeezing and pulling at your cheeks, he pulled you closer and placed a tender kiss to your sternum before craning his neck up to peer up at you.

“I always knew you had a thing for my ass.” You raked your fingers through his hair, pushing it back and away from his forehead as you grinned down at him.

His answer came in the form of another firm squeeze of your ass only rather than stop there, he tugged you closer until you were tumbling onto his lap. You gripped his shoulders as you straddled his lap, subtly grinding your hips so his erection settled between the folds of your pussy, rubbing against your clit.

“Lay down on your stomach,” he uttered. When he noticed your apprehension, he raised a single eyebrow up at you and squeezed again. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded mutely and did as you were told. And, before you knew it, you were sliding off of his lap to lay stomach-down on your bed. You felt the bed shift as Stu crawled towards you but before you could question him on it, you felt his hands slide beneath your hips to pull you up so that your ass was raised in the air.

“What are you—”

Your words died in your throat as you felt his tongue glide along your pussy. Gasping, you nearly buckled forward, but caught yourself on your pillow. You were face down, buried in the comforter and pillows of your bed, but with your hips bent at the level Stu had moved them into, he had full access to both your pussy and your ass. You could feel his fingers kneading into your ass as his lapped up your every fold until settling on your clit. You groaned and buried your face into the pillow as he began to suck your clit. You could hear how wet you were as his mouth imbibed every inch of your pussy.

His name tore out of your throat and your knuckles whitened as you gripped the bedsheets. The veins in your neck swelled with every laboured breath you managed to draw and you found yourself bucking into his mouth as an orgasm rippled through your body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed but Stu’s mouth was relentless. And as he pinched your clit all the while still lapping you up, you all but collapsed. When he was sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, he pulled away and allowed you to collapse onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your spine, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

“Can I?” He asked, his cock at the ready.

Nodding, you gasped when you felt him slide inside of you. He bit down on your shoulder as he thrust into you and his quiet moans and unsteady breath was enough to kill you. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so fucking good.”

This was a high unlike any other for Stu. Watching his cock slam into you, watching your ass slap against him with every wild thrust and pump he provided and feeling just how fucking wet you were for him – this was the unattainable high. You were the unattainable high.

He reached around to play with your clit again. He could feel it throbbing between his fingers and, feeling you tremble made him weak. Quickening his pace on your clit and steadying his thrusting to ensure you finished again, Stu bit down on your earlobe. “Come for me, baby.”

Your answer came in the form of another thick, guttural moan as you came undone yet again. He watched you quiver and shake and the vision of it was enough for him to quicken his thrusts. Groaning, his hands fell from your clit to hold your hips as he pounded into you. The sound of your cheeks slapping against him was drawing him closer and closer to one hell of an orgasm and as you let out one last breathy moan, his whole body seemed to erupt in fire.

His breathing was heavy as he came inside of you and the more sensitive his cock got with every thrust, his pace slowed. For a moment, neither of you moved. Instead, he allowed his forehead to fall back against your shoulder before he slowly pulled out.

“If I’d have known that’s what I was missing, we should have had this talk a lot sooner.” You teased, earning a playful smack to your ass from the man. Grinning, you flopped back onto the pillow and stared up at him. He was leaning on one arm as those blue eyes scraped over every inch of your face. You could see the words he wanted to say splayed out across his face and found yourself reaching up to brush his hair back and away from his sweaty forehead.

“Right back at ya,” you smiled.

Fuck, you really were in love with the idiot.

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