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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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love like this * aa23

alex may be the reason your parents are separating, but he proves to you that soulmates still exist

pairings: alex albon x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of divorce

notes: the alex albon tag is waYYYY too dry and i can't keep waiting!!! so i aM TAKING MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS!!! also, inspired by that one scene in the office

(f1 masterlist)

alex was having a great day. he'd woken up with the sun shining brightly on the right side of the bed. to make it even better, he's on his way to spend the day with you.

he had everything planned out: he has a list of activities you could do, movies you could watch, and places to walk at in case the day dragged on too long to stay in. he has a bouquet of flowers pressed against his chest and takeout from your favourite restaurant. he's very excited to finally just lay back with you after a stressful couple of weeks.

that was until you opened the door for him. you were glaring at him like you've never before with your phone pressed up against your ear..

he's in shock when you ignore his lean for a welcoming kiss. you don't even acknowledge the flowers in his hands. you just leave the door open and turn around, walking further into your apartment.

alex walks in hesitantly, slipping off his shoes. typically, he'd leave it by the door under the shoe rack. judging by your mood, however, he neatly places it on the rack.

he loses you in the apartment so he just invites himself in to place his presents on the table.

"love?" alex calls out softly, dragging his feet against the cold tiles of your apartment. "i brought us food."

he finds you in your bedroom, just having ended your phone call. "i got your favourites from your favourite downtown. care to have a meal with me, love?"

you whirl around, now tears in your eyes. "what did you say to my dad?"

alex raises an eyebrow, lips parted in shock at your accusation. he's only met your dad once - 3 days ago after flying in. he knows they clicked because he's found himself a new texting buddy. he's even secured your father tickets to the final race this year, supposedly.

"what do you mean?" alex is careful with his tone. the last thing he wants to do is end up in a fight with you.

"that was my dad on the phone," you point to the device that's on the other side of the bed with your other hand on your hip, "he called me to say that he's filing for a divorce."

alex tilts his head. he's very empathetic, truly, but it's difficult to know what to say to you when he doesn't know what's going on. as far as he knew, he didn't have anything to do with this. "i say this in the lease oblivious way possible... but, why is it me?"

you huff, looking away as tears start to fall out of your eyes. you're very close with your parents and alex knows that. "he said he knew after our dinner that night." you wipe the tears away roughly and look back at him. "what did you say?"

"i," alex trails off at a loss for words. he's trying his best to recall the evening word per word, but nothing comes up. nothing that would warrant your father wanting a divorce from you mother. "my love... i don't know. i didn't say anything to him, i swear!"

"there has to be something." you sound defeated as you drop yourself back into your bed, arms spread out as you stare at the ceiling. "they've been together longer than i've been alive. there's no way this came out of nowhere."

but he really doesn't know what it is. "do you want me to talk to him?"

"no!" you shriek, sitting up quickly at his proposition. "you've done enough, alex! don't talk to my dad!"

he stands at your door, shoulders slumped and mouth gaping wordlessly at you. you do feel bad that you're taking it out on him. but your dad didn't elaborate further when he told you. he said he'll do it in person when he arrives at your apartment.

"i'm sorry," alex finally says. "i don't know what i could have said for this to happen... but i'm so sorry."

the doorbell echoes throughout your apartment, followed by a loud knock that's softened by your distance from the door. you sigh, shaking your head slightly as you get to your feet. "that's my dad."

"okay," alex nods, walking towards your bed. "i will stay here until you've talked. okay?"

you nod, muttering back a soft "okay".

you don't say another word as you pass him. but there's a warmth that explodes within your arm when his hand wraps itself around your elbow.

"i love you," alex says, tilting his head as he anticipates your response.

you nod weakly. "i love you."

the next 10 minutes pass by very slowly. from the comfort of your bed, alex heard nothing but silence for the first few minutes. suddenly, the apartment drowned in your sobs while you dad tries to calm you down.

it took everything in him not to come out to get you in his arms. he hates it when you're upset.

he tried not to eavesdrop on your conversation. not that you'd even spoken loud enough for him to make out words from either of you. so he settled for instagram, but even that wasn't entertaining enough to keep him occupied.

so then he moved on to tiktok, but that was too overstimulating for his head. he just wanted it all to be over and have you explain everything to him.

what kept everything moving quickly was when a notification from george came through, prompting a quick game of 8ball on message. it was entertaining: the insults from george as he slowly won.

but his eagerness to shove the win in his friend's face is quickly forgotten when he hears the front door close. the phone is thrown into your duvet and he pads towards the door.

he creaks it open, popping his head through the door. "my love."

"alex," you sigh from your door, hand still clutching onto the handle. you choke back on a sob at his name, falling to your knees.

"hey!" he runs to your aid, arms instinctively wrapping around you. he brushes his fingers through your hair as he sits back and pulls you into his lap.

your face is buried in his shirt as you continue to cry.

"i'm sorry about everything, my love," he hums, cheeks resting on the crown of your head. you clutch onto his shirt with everything you've got, still in disbelief at how everything crumbled down so quick.

your parents had always been your role model. their relationship was the clear benchmark to what you looked for your whole life. never did you think that the love of your life would be the downfall of that.

"it's," you take a deep breath and exhale shakily, "it's okay."

"is it," alex isn't sure he's ready for the answer, "really because of me?"

you nod, the tip of your nails tracing the design on his shirt. "my dad..."

"i'm really sorry. did he tell you what i said that caused all this?" alex has had his fair share of separated parents. he's been through this before, but he was fairly young when it happened.

perhaps it never gets any easier despite age.

you nod again. you lift your head and scramble slowly to untangle yourself from you. "he did tell me what happened," you whisper. you crawl to the empty spot in front of alex, mimicking his position - legs crossed and back pressed against the wall.

you reach forward to take his hands into yours. "when we went to dinner and i left for the bathroom... he told me that you told him how much you loved me... and how you feel when i walk into the room.

"the way that i make everything better, especially on days where everything just doesn't seem right. and how... i make you want to be a better version of yourself," you swallow the lump in your throat, your grip tightening around his hand that you could barely feel yours. "about how sure you are that i'm your soulmate. i guess he had never felt that way about my mum even after all these years."

alex is slightly appalled. all of those were said to your dad in confidence. none of those were supposed to get back to you, because he truly believed that it could lose meaning if you find all of that out.

but you've never been loved like this before. and truly, it felt exhilarating to know that love like this exists. and you've found it in the one person that made your heart flutter when you're together.

"are you okay?"

"i'm okay," you nod. you give his hand a final squeeze before getting to your knees. you throw your arms around him, bumping your head very lightly into the wall behind him. "thank you."

"what for?"

"for loving me the way that you do."

he tightens his arms around your waist, his face buried into your shoulder. "and thank you for showing me what love really is."

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zwolfgames · 2 months

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Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 3)

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Warnings: Talks of murder, unlogical magic use, abuse of spells, violence and yandere stuff.

Parts: Part 1 , Part 2

And it was ass-

Draco woke up early to do his hair, insisting that he'd do yours aswell. And no, you were never as high end as him, so getting all these forgein products put into your hair wasn't pleasant.

He began choosing your weekend outfits. Styled your school robes when he didn't approve of how ruffled they were, he even went as far as to push you into the bathroom to shower when he found you too greasy. By wich you mean everyday....

You hadn't expected the blonde to be such a control freak, but he was. Okay, maybe you should have...

Currently, you were simply walking down a secluded hall.. again, when the statue next to you and Draco let its axe drop.

You weren't fast enough to completly save your most controlling friend, tough you did pull him into you out of reflex. A bleeding cut was created on his left arm... but it was better then getting an axe trough your head, you suppose.

Draco screams out in angony and you wince as the sound hurt your ears.

You drag the fool with you to the infirmairy while he's crying out in pain, hoping you get there before he passes out because in no way are you strong enough to carry this lanky kid.

You grit your teeth as you think back to the now thrid attempt at Draco's life. What student even has the balls to attempt this even once? And how had the teachers not caught them?

And why is Harry Potter staring at you and Draco from behind a corne-

What.

You whip your head around to face the chosen one who freezes as he's caught.

"I can explain-" He stutters out with his hands up to show his innocence.

"Did you try to kill him?" You ask simply while Draco's just screaming.

"No-"

"Okay." You turn back around and keep walking, you had bigger problems then Potter's questions right now.

"What? No wait-" He runs after you as you keep walking.

You don't really react as you keep dragging Draco away to the infirmairy.

Mrs.Pomfrey gasps in shock as you bring Draco in, she immeadiatly gets to work and you can finally drop the screaming blonde onto a bed, tough he's mostly just crying now.

Draco demands that you hold his other hand while Pomfery heals his arm.

So you suck up your free will and sit next to his bedside to hold his hand.

Harry hasn't left... Just stares at the scene in confusion.

"Why are you friends with Malfoy?" The dark haired boy asks.

You eye him for a moment, as you've never talked before.

"I'm not." You shrug and Draco almost snarls.

".. You are." The blonde croaks out in pain, just to correct you.

You roll your eyes and Harry's frown tightens.

"Do you have any clue's on who's trying to kill him?" Harry asks, as if the target isn't right by you two.

"A student, thats all I know. And if you're going to be asking questions atleast make it less obvious that you're interogating us." You scoff and the boy bites his lip, pushing his glasses back up.

"I want to help-"

"Yourself. We know."

You finish for him and he looks baffled.

"Thats not what I was going to say." Harry frowns more, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"But it was what you meant. It's a student, thats all I know. Now shoo because the more I talk to you the harder this git squishes my hand." You side glare at Draco who is currently glaring at Harry.

"Then let go of him. He'll be fine on his own, come help us search." Harry suggests a bit calmly now.

Wow, you've never tought of just letting go- Ofcourse you had! Draco just had a deathgrip on your hand.

"This doesn't concern you, Potter." You shake your head. Harry steps closer to look you in the eye.

"No, it does concern me. Nothing at this school ever happens without Voldemort being behind it, it has to be some kind of elaborate plan to get the schools defences down." Harry tries to convince you.

"Ah yes, killing Lucius' son is gonna bring all of Hogwarts down! The worst it's gonna do is have Draco's dad sue the school or something." You explain.

"You know his father?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Well not personally, why?" You ask in confusion, eyebrows scrunching together.

"He's evil." Harry whispers as if he isn't being glared at by the blonde.

"Yea so? Thats not my problem?" You shrug again and ignore the pulling on your hand from a clearly annoyed Slytherin.

"What? That... Y/N, just help us, you're with Draco all the time, and you've saved him too. We can solve this together." Harry starts again with his proposal.

"No, Potter, let the teachers solve things for once, go study or something. And why do you know my name?" You narrow your (e/c) eyes.

Harry stiffens. From what you've heard of Draco's shittalking, he's quite the stalker. Tough you'd never expected to be a victim of it.

"Don't worry about it, you're well known-"

"I'm not."

"You're friends with a Malfoy."

"I'm not." You repeat again.

"..You are.." Draco buts in again.

You sigh at the absurdity of this all. Harry wanted that thrill of mystery. Draco wanted a friend he could control and you just wanted to pass this year.

Very diffrent wants and needs. Not compatible.

So you'd ditch them both.

Easy as that.

When Draco was allowed out of the infirmairy you helped him back up to your shared room and ran off as fast as you could.

Two goals in mind, catch the mystery person and avoid everyone else.

So, out of pure desperation, you stole a polyjuice potion from proffesor Snape's supply. How, you may ask. You snuk a letter up under the door of his office that said he was needed by Dumbledore in terms of his potions career. It couldn't be too obvious, but it seems you had nailed it.

So without furder ado, you threw a hair of your blonde 'friend' into the potion. You had snatched a Slytherin tie from his closet. Quite an idiotic descicion to let you live in his dorm...

Oh well. You were transformed in a matter of minutes, tried to adjust the now blonde hair back to how neat Draco usually had it and set off to go find the most secluded and dark places off the castle.

If they wanted Draco malfoy dead, then they'd have to try harder.

It didn't take long before you felt watched. But you had to keep the cocky air up around you. Chin up, back straight.

And bam! A spell again! Right past your face from behind. Since you weren't actually Draco, you had been on guard. And this time this sucker wasn't getting away.

You chugged down a speed potion, accio-ing your broom as you ran after the person. Draco's height aided your sprint, tough you hoped the polyjuice potion didn't affect your own pyshical abilities because you doubt that Draco could hold up running as long as you.

Your broom flew into your hand not long after, stealing tricks from Potter wasn't a bad idea as long as no-one saw it!

You didn't even sit on the long stick, no time for that. You just let it drag you along as it flew. You didn't know brooms could even work like that, but your will power was enough for it to do so.

You pushed off against walls as you followed this person into the darker parts of the castle. Deeper into the dungeons. They must have realised long ago that you weren't Draco, or they'd have tried something to hurt you.

Glidinf off of stairs, ignoring the harsh thuds you made against walls and the layers of skin under your pants that were getting torn up by your landing and frantic turns and collisons.

It could all be fixed. As long as you finally caught this damm person it would all be worth it.

With a last jump you caught onto the persons black hood, togging it off and holding in to keep them in your grip.

A feminine yelp left the wrongdoer's mouth as you threw her onto the ground. Letting your broom fly out of your hands so you could pull out you wand, aimed right at her neck.

A....

A child....

First year, maybe.... second year?

You didn't know. But you eyes widened at the sight of this... scared girl.

But now's not the time to be weak, who knows, maybe she took a polyjuice potion too to get the wrong person jailed.

"Explain, right now." You demand in a snarl. It must have looked a lot more intimidating considering you had Draco's face at the moment... It was strange hearing his voice say your words...

"I-I only want him dead!" The girl shouts out. You stiffen and tug her up by the hair.

"And why?" You narrow your now grey eyed gaze. Glaring harshly.

"His father ruined my family! Why are you helping him!?" The girl sobbed. You weren't sure what to do...

Let a kid kill Draco or just turn her in...

You couldn't let her roam free and try again. If Draco actually died you'd be suspicious too.... And intergogated. Truth serum and bam, they had you as the one that let the murderer get away.

Is that a selfish tought?

Are you allowed to think that way?

"I'm helping him because I'm not letting someone die, Malfoy or not." You bite back.

"Thats stupid, he's using you! Let me go!" The girl tries to kick you, a quick 'Stupefy' to the face knocks her right out.

No, you made your desciscion, better safe then sorry. You'd just... deliver her to Dumbledore... Thats better then.. Snape? Better then McGonnagall? Atleast punishment wise. Maybe.. they'd just send her to therapy?

Yea.. lets believe in that...

You carried the girl out of the dungeons. Exhausted by the end of the stairs. If only you knew a spell to make bodies float, too bad thats a Potter exclusive.

After some breaks and huffs, you got to Dumbledore's way too high up office.

Trying to make the walls open or whatever, you hadn't ever been here before...

And you still looked like Draco...

Oh this day couldn't get any worse.

You managed to open the gateway, dropped the kid on a chair at Dumbledore's office and looked him in the eye.

"Malfoy, what brings you and Delaine here?" Dumbledore inquires calmly.

"It's L/N, sir. This is the girl thats been trying to kill Malfoy, excuse my looks..." You sigh and run a hand trough your- Draco's hair. Too much gel for your liking...

"L/N? I see. And how did you aquire a polyjuice potion?" Dumbledore asked with an amused smile.

He didn't look mad but you were'nt going to risk it.

"Lucius Malfoy aided me and Draco in our plan, sir." You lied spontaniously. The old man didn't seem to question it and just nodded.

....

"She isn't going to.. Azkaban, right?" You ask in a whisper.

"No... Miss Delaine hasn't killed anyone... yet. She'll be undergoing a trial. I'll be sure to give your house twenty points for your heroic behavior. You like it on the down low, don't you?" Dumbledore smiles.

You stiffen at his sudden.. correct assumption.

You tought he knew lots, but to know personal things about you? Some random student? Weirdo...

What's he? All seeing?

"You're dismissed, L/N. Be sure to visit the imfirmairy, you look quite rustled." Dumbledore advised and opens the gateway for you again.

You nod and walk out.

Only when the door closes again does your calm expression twist into guilt...

You just ruined some girls life... Not as bad as going to Azkaban... but you defenitly fucked it up..

But.. but it would have been worse for her if she had actually killed Draco. You keep repeating that all the way to the infirmairy.

Why did it have to be some kid?

You weren't sure wether to tell Draco the morning after.

You had come back to the dorm, no strange onlookers glared at you now that you looked liked Draco.

Tough you watched in the mirror as the potions' effects wore off. As the blonde melted back into (h/c) and your body became your own again.

All while you saw the person you were sleeping behind you.

He wasn't even tucked in correctly...

So you did that first... then went to bed yourself.

And now here you were, with Draco gushing over how amazing you looked with the Slytherin tie and how you should steal his clothes more often.

You refrained from looking angry since he didn't need to know all about your reasons for it.

A shame you forgot to change before going to sleep...

He made you wear that tie for the whole day.

It was like a claim.

You weren't sure how you felt about this whole 'friendship' anymore now that the murder problem had been resolved...

Maybe you'd just stick around untill one of the teachers officially announces that the case was solved.

You just wanted your old friends back, your old roomates...

But luck was never on your side.

Not a week after, it had been revealed, wich seemed good. You weren't mentioned, just like Dumbledore knew you wanted.

But oh boy. Someone else knew.

Lucius Malfoy.

The man himself came to visit Hogwarts and singled you and Draco out after dinner.

Exposing your heroic deeds and making Draco like you even more.

he assumed you cared about him to do all this. You just had the basic human decency to not let someone die.

Thats all there was to it.

Atleast on your side.

After Lucius' visit, Draco didn't let you leave him like you had planned.

And you were finally fed up.

Packing your stuff, you'd just move back to your dorm without asking.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco stood in the doorway. Closing the door behind him as he walked in.

"Moving back. The murder is solved." You state calmly, trying not to provoke anything in the blonde.

"Y/N, you can't do that." He shakes his head and opens your wardrobe again to put your clothes back.

"I can. I've helped you, it's over now." You refuse and put the clothes back in your suitcase.

Draco's face twists into a frown as he comes closer.

"We're not over."

"That isn't what I said-"

"You're mine, Y/n."

Draco announces so directly you needed a moment for the shock to pass so that that cringe feeling could swarm over you.

"Excuse me?" You ask in offence.

"You're mine. In everyway a person could be mine." Draco elaborates, it isn't making his words any better."

"You're sounding absurd." You facepalm but your wrist gets snatched and pulled to his chest.

"You don't understand. I want you in every way there is to want. You're my soulmate. Platonically, Romantically- whatever ally there is. You're the first true friend I've had. You're mine." Draco grins slightly... pshycotically.

Sure mental problems are allowed but keep them to yourself, jeez.

"Did someone make you chug a love potion? Go sober up in the corner and then we'll talk." You keep your cool. Even if you're freaking out on the inside. He isn't acting normal. This has to be a potion of somekind.

Surely it is.

"My father has already agreed that I can court you, Y/N. Don't you see how good this could be for you.?" Draco smiles, trying to convince you of his ultimate love.

You cringe and try to back away, but the blonde just backs you up more into the wardrobe.

"Don't fight our bond." Draco whispers rather creepily.

You'd rather fight both the bond and him if you could choose.

But the moment that you did, or well, attempted to punch him, you were out like a light.

Just like that girl you caught, Draco had 'stupefied' you too.

Knocked out cold for him to gush over.

He just needed a friend that wouldn't leave him.

A friend that wasn't fake.

And you were perfect, seeing as you had no trouble insulting him.

So you were his.

You'd stay his.

You had chosen wrong.

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Kinda lame ending, I know.

But I mean, good enough for a long ass one shot like this. Coudln't let it get too long.

Requests are always open. This is also on Wattpad (its one whole chapter there), and request can be done there too! Whatever you prefer!

have a nice day/night <3

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Words: 5210 (If you read all three parts)

taglist: @maggiecc

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bakersimmer · 3 months

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Olivia: Other than the changes in his work habits, have you noticed anything else that might contribute to these feelings?

Laila: (pauses, reflecting) He eagerly supported me in accepting a new job offer and leaving his company. Olivia: Can you elaborate on why his support might contribute to your concerns? Laila: He was almost too eager, as if he was pushing me out. Olivia: When he supported your new job, did he express any specific reasons for his enthusiasm?

Laila: Opportunities and growth… how his company was simply a stepping stone for me to aspire higher and realize my true potential. I heard something similar at home... work harder and aim higher. But it was just a way to make me notice less... (realizes she has said too much)

Olivia: It's not uncommon for people to have similar behavior but different motivations. Maybe you could share more about your family? Laila: (defensive) No. Olivia: (softly) It's perfectly okay if you're not ready to delve into that. Your feelings and experiences are important, and when you're ready to explore them, I'm here to listen. In the meantime, is there anything else on your mind that you'd like to share? Laila: (impatiently) You've heard more than you need.

Besides the impatience in Laila's tone, Olivia noted other signs of unease in Laila's demeanor. Initially, she had settled into her seat with a fairly relaxed posture and flawlessly manicured nails. However, as the conversation unfolded, a shift occurred—Laila's shoulders tensed, rising almost to her ears, and her once impeccable nail polish now adorned only half of her fingers.

Olivia: We still have some time left, but if you feel you're ready to end for now, we can do so. Laila: I'm done. Olivia: It's normal for these sessions to bring up difficult emotions; you may feel exhausted and as if you never want to talk again. But I appreciate your willingness to share today. And I hope I see you again when you are ready to continue. The goal is to work together at a pace that suits you.

Laila barely let Olivia finish her sentence, promptly rising from her seat. The urgency to exit the room far outweighed any consideration for leaving a good impression. Besides, Laila had no plans to return here, so who cares what a stranger thinks about her.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 11 months

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Their reaction to fem reader saying yes to their proposal and fast forward to her walking down they aisle but she’s wearing a black dress cause she’s loves the color

Fluff plz

For hanma and Kisaki (seperately )

Say Yes To The Dress: Kiaki Tetta/ Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader

wc: 756

tw: fluff

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Kisaki Tetta

"Very nearly cost me an arm and a leg," you murmur, fluttering your summer dress this way and that. "But I'm glad you like it."

It's the third year you've been with Kisaki Tetta, and for all intents and purposes, it's been the best year. "Imagine going through all of that trouble," Kisaki replies, smiling. "Just to show up to a picnic." You look down at the meager offerings of food and drink spread out on the blanket, but you give him a look that dispels his fears.

"A picnic is enough," you answer. He takes a sip of lemonade, then looks out at the lake that's not too far off. "And it's a beautiful day."

You start to sit down next to him, but Kisaki jolts upright in his seat. "Uh, not yet." Your face scrunched up in confusion, but then he clears his throat and shifts so he's on one knee.

"I prepared a speech and everything," Kisaki begins, smoothing his hair back behind his ears. "But I left it at home. So this will have to do." When he produces the ring, you stare at the rock in shock.

"I-" You pause, stunned. "Kisaki, it's..." He opens his mouth to begin to talk, but you pluck the ring out of the box. "It's so big."

Kisaki bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from making a crass joke, but when you slide it on your finger on your own, he very nearly has a stroke.

"And it fits!" You're overjoyed at the fact that it fits more than anything else, and as the photographer nearby takes a picture of you throwing your arms around Kisaki, he's left with a confusing set of events. Not exactly a perfectly romantic tale, is it?

Now, as he stands at the altar, he's not entirely sure what to expect. The entire wedding planning had been done without his input - not because he wasn't excited, either. He just didn't know much except the cost, where it was, when it was, and what he would wear.

The first clue he got that your wedding dress might not be the traditional color was the bridesmaid's dresses. Every single one is a form of jet-black silk, and because there are more of them than there are groomsmen (just Hanma and Kokonoi), it seemed that there was an understanding that this wedding was going to be anything other than traditional.

The wedding march plays, and for a brief second, Kisaki thinks that he sees a flash of white somewhere. But as you come down the aisle, he notes that it's only the flowers. And even though the dress is a deep, rich black, the smile on your face is all that matters.

Who said you couldn't wear black to a wedding?

Hanma Shuji

Hanma's never been the one to be locked down.

His years as a freelance photographer have taught him how to be flexible, but there's one thing that he's sure about. One thing he doesn't want to be flexible on.

"It's not much of a proposal," Hanma begins, his hand rubbing the front of his dress shirt. "And I'm not good at being romantic, as it is."

You smile and shake your head knowingly. "It's alright."

"But I wanted to ask you." Hanma produces the ring from his pocket and holds it in front of you. "I've been thinking about things we could do with the extra money if we eloped, and I don't think it would be that bad of an idea."

"Seriously?" You tilt your head at him and frown. "You were dead set on having something elaborate so all of your friends would come and spend money on us."

Hanma takes your hand in his. "So, is that a yes?" Despite your rolling eyes, you're smiling at him.

"Of course," you whisper, letting him slip the ring on your finger. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Wouldn't want it any other way seems to be the agreement. Hanma isn't nervous when the day of the wedding comes. In fact, he's never felt more put-together, more right in the head.

The black wedding dress is perfect, he thinks, looking at the justice of the peace with a shrug. He doesn't care what you're wearing; as long as you're there, that's all that matters.

And when Hanma emerges from the courthouse as a married man, something in him feels... for the first time... complete. Truly and utterly complete with you by his side.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma shuji x reader #shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader #tetta kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki tetta #tetta kisaki

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sluttywoozi · 11 months

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Omgggg i saw your requests are open… if this interests you at all I wonder what your thoughts would be on reader and Minghao talking through kinks n what they’re into together before trying them? Like a “idk if I’m into doing that to you but I’d love u to do it to me” or whatever u want. I just think you would write it so safely ~ ANYWAY thank you for entertaining requests and congrats on your milestone!

This is such a fun request, thank you for your kind words and for coming to ask for my thoughts 💖💖💖 and thank you to @sluttyminghao for her ideas on Minghao's kinks 😍

Warnings: wax play mention, shibari mention, edging mention, kink negotiation, no actual sex

"Are you sure we can't just... talk it out?" Minghao asks gently, eyeing the way your trembling fingers straighten the list out on the table between you for the fourth time.

"Yes, I'm sure! You know I'm a very organized person, Minghao," you remind him, like he could forget how much you love your lists. You keep one for outing ideas, one for important dates, one for your meal planning and grocery shopping, why wouldn't you keep one for your kinks too?

And not just yours, but Minghao's too, apparently.

He doesn't mind, loves that you pay so much attention to him, but he does wonder when exactly you started this list and when you decided he deserved to be added in.

You've got one of his so far, the one you discovered naturally, but you'd asked him to sit down with you so you could hammer out the rest. It's not the most romantic thing in the world, but for whatever reason it feels like it is, and Minghao has half a mind to count this as a date.

You haven't been together long, just reaching the four month mark last week, and you've been having sex for a much shorter amount of time. Not long at all really, just since your last duo painting class had him practicing on you instead of a canvas, which would make it about a month and a half.

You've grown a lot closer in the little time that's passed, and he assumes it's what gave you the courage to ask him to do this even though you're clearly nervous out of your mind.

He takes your hand in his, gently prying the pen free and starting to massage your palm as he speaks calmly, "Okay, my love, let's go through the list. You already have edging, so that's a good start for me."

He takes a steadying breath, suddenly thankful for your desire to work on the list because it gives him the opening he needed to broach this topic with you. There are things he's been picturing with you, things he's maybe not ready for yet and things he doubts you're ready for, but it's good to get the ideas out in the open now.

"I would love to try wax play," he says quietly, watching your face for any hint of uncertainty. What he finds is surprise, intrigue, nothing negative. It emboldens him to elaborate more, "It's like another form of artwork, making patterns on your skin with the wax, watching you jump when the heat hits you, watching you settle when it cools and squirm when I peel it off."

You purse your lips as you write it down and he imagines you rubbing your thighs together under the table, though he's unsure if this conversation is turning you on like it is him. It's enough just to talk about these things with you, tell you he wants to do them, and it only feels better to tell you his next item on the list.

"Shibari. It's so... intricate. And the trust you'd be placing in me, to bind you like that, I think it would be intoxicating. Seeing you, all tied up and at my mercy, but with both of us knowing I'd do nothing but take care of you, it would be... perfection," he speaks thoughtfully, tracing the lines of your palm with his fingertips before intertwining his fingers with yours and setting your hands on the table.

You appear pensive as you carefully write the word down letter by letter, "I'm not ready now, but those are definitely things I want to try with you. Let me do some research?"

"Anything you need," he brings your hand up to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to the back, returning your shy smile and shuffling his chair closer to yours.

Thank goodness for lists.

#✨emily answers✨#minghao x reader #minghao imagine #minghao scenarios #minghao drabble #minghao x y/n #minghao x you #xu minghao x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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Finally got the go-ahead to post about this… so, with the growing visibility of hybrids in the public eye, I was offered the opportunity to interview with RIME Magazine! (Capitalizing the name properly was part of the deal.)

I’ll be pasting the text of the article below for anyone without a subscription (to be fair, it’s also posted online, and I have permission), but before that… I also got a cover photoshoot! I wound up touching up my ears with my illusions… and some of the burn scars… but I’m quite happy with how it turned out, still. Wolfy couldn’t make it, so I took the photo with Chiru that day! Anyways, hope you enjoy. :)

(//Art is a commission by @/RhymeWithRay here or mostly on Twitter! They make amazing Pokémon-style work, worth a look for sure!!!)

But without further ado, the interview!

RIME Magazine sat down for an interview with Vanilla Cress, a Hisuian Zorua hybrid, human and Pokémon psychologist, Champion-class trainer in Paldea, Galar Champion Cup semifinalist, and hybrid model and activist, in early February. Topics discussed varied widely, from Cress's own experience growing up as a human-Pokémon hybrid, understanding Pokémon, Cress's recent modeling and activism, and future plans. What follows is a condensed and edited transcript of the interview.

That's quite the list of accolades you've accumulated along the way. What do you think has led you to achieve so highly?

Well, for one, I think you're giving a lot of this more credit than it's worth, [laughs]. I'm not sure being pulled off of the street because I look like a walking ice-cream cone is much of an accomplishment, personally. Nor do I do much activism apart from this interview now, apparently.

I think I understand the answer you're going for here, though. I would say that my hybridity's a large part of what brought me as far as I've come. Not only in having the gift to talk to our partners in life--which is an incredible gift--but in that there's this drive to prove myself. Or maybe to redeem myself. I'm not really sure which, personally. Doing things has just filled all of the gaps in my life, until now.

Right, and you only publicly "came out" as a hybrid less than a year ago.

Yes, less than a year ago! It's been a huge adjustment, but I have so much more energy these days, not having to worry about being discovered by hitting something with my tail, [laughs].

While my experience hasn't been entirely positive after "coming out" myself, and I realize that even being able to hide is a privilege many hybrids simply don't have, I will say that generally speaking, the public response has been overwhelmingly positive. Say, for every enemy I've made, I've made ten more friends in their place. And from so many different walks of life, too!

You say your experience wasn't entirely positive. Could you elaborate some on your negative experiences as a hybrid?

Well, if I have to. Which I suppose I don't, but it seems rude not to. There are, of course, people out there who view you as subhuman, when you look like me. Or in maybe a less extreme sense, people who have a tendency to see all of the fluff and decide "Oh, this person--I should talk to this person like they're a child." But those are really quite few and far between, at least in my case. I'm more likely to scare people, with the teeth and the claws. [They make a pose showing both off.]

My main negative experience, though, was something more personal and targeted.

Yes, there was the news earlier last year about the Dreamyard Laboratory...

"Earlier last year" doesn't feel right, somehow. I won't go much into detail, but yes, I was taken against my will for the purpose of illegal research on human-Pokémon hybrid power, by Colress Achroma. It was only due to the efforts of my dear friends that I'm here now. I cannot express my gratitude to them enough, if any of you are reading!

Thank you for sharing. To turn back the clock a bit, what was your childhood like, being half-Zorua?

Well, for most of that time, it was like paradise! When I was a young child, we were quite isolated, so I never got the sense that my life was "off" or "strange". I thought for the longest time it was normal to have a family like mine. My older sibling, Wolfgang, a Zorua then--we were just "W" and "V" at the time--he and I would just run wild and play in Lostlorn Forest for hours while the rest of the pack hunted. And then they'd come back, and they'd start in on whatever they'd caught, and my mother would swoop back in to make me something completely different. And teach me the alphabet. [Laughs]

Was there a time, when that facade cracked?

Oh, there was this time, right when I had gotten used to using my illusions, that my mother brought me to the grocery store with her. And that's when I learned a lot of facts about the world very quickly. And then I had to learn those facts all over again, a few years later, when I rejoined the human world with my adopted family. Everything had to be hidden after that, or else. It was dangerous, not knowing what sort of person you'd meet, or who'd want to hurt you just for existing.

You say you were also adopted?

Right. There was... a forest fire, at one point. Intentional. And I lost everyone dear to me but Wolfgang. And I became the sort of Zorua you see here now [a Hisuian Zorua]. And after a few years of... homelessness and what not, I was taken in by the Cresses. It was a chance encounter. And it was a major culture shock! Going from streets to high society parties. It was thanks to them, though, that I managed to find something to do with my life and graduated from Naranja-Uva.

And in between that, the Galar gym challenge...

[Laughs] I'm sure you have a clip of that somewhere. I'd rather not talk about it, that was... a strange period of teenagerhood for me.

How do you feel about your childhood, on reflection?

That's tough. That's something I believe I'm still working out, myself. It was positive moment-to-moment, but considering what I know, now, I would say... to some degree, I resent it. It's hard not to resent being born in a position where it feels like, for so long, nobody understands you. I wouldn't trade Wolfgang for anyone else, but otherwise, I do wish, sometimes, I was "just" a human.

I can imagine. At the same time, talking to Pokémon is quite the advantage, right? What is it like?

Depends on the Pokémon! Some of us are more talkative than others, and of course, there's a range in how sophisticated Pokémon communication is too.

The difference is something like... imagine two Pokémon asking for pizza. In my experience, a Solosis would usually just beam the word "PIZZA" right into your mind. A Sewaddle might be coherent enough to say "Pizza, please". And a Zoroark... probably something along the lines of "give me the damn pizza already," [laughs].

So sometimes you can get a lot across by understanding Pokémon, but that doesn't mean they're all speaking in the same way as humans still. Understanding those individual differences goes a long way in my line of work, too. It's a bit easier than reading behavior, anyways!

As a Pokémon psychologist, what's one thing you think more people should understand about their Pokémon?

More than anything... it sounds cliche, but most Pokémon truly view humans as their partners, just as we do them. As much scientific proof as has gone into the question of proving that Pokémon love us as much as we love them, in my experience... that's absolutely true.

At the same time, even as partners, Pokémon think quite differently from humans in their daily life. I think in order to create the most balanced world possible, where both can coexist, it's key to consider the Pokémon's perspective more too.

What's one thing you'd like to impart about hybrids to people who don't know much about them?

Every hybrid's experience is different, firstly! Some, like me, are born, but others are created through science or magic we still don't know about. Some may look almost identical to humans, and some may have appearances considered frightening or unusual. Some of us have long-standing health problems. Some of us can use moves, or speak in Pokémon language, or access abilities, whereas others may be more limited. There's no one experience that I can really label as "the hybrid experience".

There are people who might think we're dangerous. Or inhuman. But whether you consider us 'human' or not... like any living being, we still deserve respect and a voice. Maybe that's obvious, but I think it still rings true.

Finally, what are your plans from here?

I'm hoping to finish my Unova League challenge together with my traveling partner! I certainly don't intend to become the Champion, but if I can say I challenged every member of the Elite 4, I'd be happy.

From there... well, there are a few things I'd like to resolve otherwise, but I think I'll return to my day job as a therapist, and hopefully, my own personal sword training. I'd also like to spend more time with my friends, my traveling partner, and my family in Lostlorn! My brother, Wolfgang has four incredible kits, and they're the absolute most adorable--

I'm afraid we're out of time for today, Mx. Vanilla.

Ah, yes. Thank you for having me!

#pokeblogging #pkmn irl #//not my art #//again give @rhymewithray a look their art is incredible :)#//might link this into vanilla's profile as a “quick look at them” too ^^

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Can you elaborate more on how Amelie is indulgent with Felix?

In Felix (the episode), after Felix does all that awful stuff including trying to make Adrien's friend's hate him via impersonating him, we get this:

Adrien: That video you sent to my friends... Unforgivable, Félix. (Félix doesn't look him in the eye, only looks down, upset and ashamed) Amelie: Now that his father isn't here to stop him from getting into mischief - (Félix stops her.) Félix: I don't deserve to be forgiven, mom. I put my favorite cousin in danger. He's right. No apology can ever be enough.

Now, we don't know exactly what Amelie was about to say, but Felix's interruption makes it pretty clear that she was about to defend everything he did or at least downplay it. Otherwise why would he say that he didn't deserve to be forgive and that Adrien was right?

This is further supported by the next scene in which we see Felix and Amilie. They get on the train and what does Amelie do?

Félix: I've got a surprise for you, mom. (He reaches behind her ear and pulls out Gabriel's ring.) Amelie: (gasps) But Gabriel refused to hand it over to me! And after everything that happened - (reaches out and cups his face) My little magician. I can never understand how you always manage to get what you want. (closes her hand over his) Keep it. It's yours now. Félix: But... you wanted it so much. Amelie: Only to give it to you. You've always been so fascinated by them. How many times have you asked me to tell you the story of the Graham de Vanily twin rings, huh? (she kisses his forehead) I'm glad it's back in the family where it truly belongs. (She winks at him and then rests her eyes. Félix smiles deviously out the window.)

She praises him for stealing and doesn't say a single word about all of the messed up things he did. If this were my kid, we would be talking about his actions were and trying to get him to explain why he did all of that. We'd also be discussing his punishment.

We also learn that Amelie only demanded that her recently widowed and still grieving brother-in-law give up his wedding ring because Felix wanted it. Even though, arguably, the rings should go to Adrien or at least stay with Gabriel until someone in the family is ready to marry. Amelie had no need for them other than "baby wants it, baby gets it."

This was before the sentireveal, so it's debatable if the original intent was to take it this far or if this is just another victim of the retcon, but it's canon now and the writers claim to have planned it all from the start, so I'm going to treat it as fully intentional and discuss the sentistuff, too.

We never see Felix or Amelie learn that the rings are Adrien's amoks, but Felix very clearly knew that's what the ring he had was. Based on that, it's not illogical to conclude that Amelie knew that she was asking for Adrien's amok and didn't care. Baby wants his cousin's controls, baby gets it.

Moving on!

The start of season five sees Ladybug and Chat Noir try to track down Felix since he knows Monarch's identity and gave him all of the miraculous. Kinda a big deal. When they get to London, this happens:

Amelie: My son wasn't here this morning, when I woke up. I didn't worry though, because I thought he might have gone to see his cousin Adrien in Paris. Those two are so fond of each other, but Félix wasn't returning my calls, though I contacted his uncle Gabriel; he told me he hadn't seen him. Cosmobug: And yet he was in Paris I talked to him. Amelie: Oh, Cosmobug, Astrocat, I hope nothing's happened to him! Cosmobug: Don't worry, ma'am. He'll probably end up at his uncle's. Astrocat: Or he might already be on his way back home to London. Amelie: Thanks so much to the two of you for your support!

Then the heroes leave. At the end of the episode, we cut back to London and see this:

Amelie: Tea break. (Félix comes out of the room holding a laptop and follows Amelie to the main hall. Amelie pours tea into a cup, while Félix sits on a sofa and works on his laptop.) Amelie: (putting her hand on Félix's head) Don’t worry, my Félix. Mom is here to protect you from those superheroes who think you’re a villain.

Who cares about saving Paris from a terrorist? If her baby wants to hide away, then Amelie will help him hide away.

Also, if she had forced Felix to talk to the heroes here, then Gabriel wouldn't have died because this is before Destruction. Not saying that his death is her fault, but Amelie did inadvertently let to her nephew be orphaned because she didn't want Felix to face the consequences of his own actions. Remember that as you read this next bit.

And then we have Emotion, which sees Amelie storm into the diamond dance and cause a massive, confusing scene:

Amelie Graham de Vanily: (struggles to make her way in through the guards) Gabriel! My son Félix has been missing for weeks now! (storms towards them) Not only have you and your friends been no help with the search! But now I'm not even invited to the ball?! You haven't been the same since my sister Emilie disappeared! Why are you rejecting us? Gabriel: This is not the place nor the time, Amelie. Nathalie will see you out. (Nathalie begins to walk towards Amelie, and grabs her by the wrist, walking her outside of the ball) Amelie: I don't understand how Gabriel could've become so cruel, let alone why you're still complacent in his actions. Nathalie: Sorry, Amelie. I have no choice. (hands Amelie to the guards) Amelie: There's always a choice, Nathalie.

Ignoring the massively hypocritical "you're still complacent in his actions" line, this is a weird scene. Amelie waltzed right into the mansion back in Felix (the episode). If she wanted to talk to Gabriel about the fact that Felix was missing, why not do that again? It's not like this is urgent. She's apparently waited weeks to come talk to him. Why now?

Cut to the end of the episode and we get our answer:

Amelie: You were right: I did everything you told me to and Gabriel didn't do or say anything to help me. He despises me. He's a monster! They're all monsters! Argos: Hold my feather. (He de-transforms into Félix and goes to hug Amelie) Félix: Not all of them. (smiles)

So Amelie was just doing what every good mom does: blindly follows her child's instructions.

What were you expecting Gabriel to do, hon? Stop the event? This is such a weird test to pull. It'd be different if Felix had just gone missing, but she literally says "weeks". Why is she shocked that Gabriel correctly said "this is not the place nor the time, Amelie"?

I don't like to give Gabriel points, but he gets them here. I wouldn't cancel my event either. I'd tell her to come talk to me tomorrow or ask an assistant to talk to her. Of course, I'd also have been helping with the search before this, but that brings us to the second issue: Felix isn't missing.

What have the search efforts been? What does Amelie want Gabriel to do? No one has ever mentioned an ongoing search and our heroes would absolutely be involved in that since Felix, you know, aided a terrorist, but they're not so this all feels like a shit test.

Also, please remember, this is right after Felix snapped humanity out of existence as Argos and he detransforms in front of his mother. Either Amelie was living in a bubble or she saw everything her son did and was just like, "That's cool, baby! Mommy loves you! Go commit genocide! Your song was so good!"

This is all probably Amelie overcompensating for Colt's abuse, but you asked this in response to another post where I said that Amelie and Andre are the same, so that excuse doesn't really hold water. Andre spoils Chloe for the exact same reason. Aubrey's abuse may have looked different, but it was still abuse.

The only difference between Amelie and Andre is that Andre abuses his mayoral power for Chloe's sake and Amelie doesn't do anything like that. But then, Amelie doesn't have that type of power to abuse. If she did, then I have no doubt that she'd do the exact same thing, so I'm not giving her that point. She is exactly the same: overly indulgent to the point that she's made her child rotten.

Overly indulging an abused person like this isn't going to help them get over their abuse. That's what therapy is for. I adore the magical power of love, but only when it comes to magical threats. Love is not enough to fix anyone's mental health. You can't love away things like PTSD.

#amelie graham de vanily #felix graham de vanily #felix fathom #Is this salt?#I'm not sure because I'm not really analyzing anything here #I'm just listing out what happens in canon #I view this in the same light as saying “lila is a liar” and listing lies #But feel free to comment if there's a tag that I should add

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He shuffles nervously. The little group waits for him to elaborate. He isn't sure if he should. He isn't sure if he can.

Victoria flicks an ear, speaking evenly. "Listen to me Paleo. I give all who come here the benefit of the doubt....but this is suspiciously timed of you. Sunset has just accused you of something dire, and the moment she's gone, you tell me you want to leave? Being vague about why? It comes across as you running from a true accusation, though I'd like to believe its not."

He swallows. He'd been planning to say this before Sunset's accusation, but since he'd waited, it now did look bad of him.

"I know, and I thank you for the trust you've had in me thus far." He begins. "It's not something I take lightly." He gave a light bow of his head.

Victoria narrowed her eyes a little. "I know I cannot prevent you from doing anything, but from what you've said, you and your kids had a very strenuous time out there before finding this place. What could be so important to justify taking this safety from them?"

The genuine anger in his tone startles the group into silence. His words spill forth with little pause. "From the moment I got them out of there it has been unbearably tense between us in all but a select few moments! Ark does not want me as a father, and Alburune refuses to even talk to me! The past few weeks have made only one thing abundantly clear: I am not suited to parent anyone!" He groans hoarsely, dragging his claws across his face. "I have no idea what I'm doing. You all do. It is simple as that."

Victoria seems puzzled, but she's still the one who breaks the silence. "....is that what you were lying about? Your intention to stay here with y...these children?"

He goes quiet. It wasn't. But it was a convenient cover story, so he nods. "I...in all honesty, this was approximately my plan since we left the facility. I...wanted to find them someplace where they'd be safe, and cared for, and then...go my own way....or...." He trails off. He had no plan, really, beyond securing safety for his charges. But he knew he could not stay with them, for them to be safe.

Unfortunately for him, the others do not react with understanding. They react with disappointment.

Nobone speaks first. "There's something I don't think you understand, Paleo. The three of you share something horrific and traumatic in a very specific and unique sense. That is something that only the three of you can relate to and understand. If you leave them, it will leave them with no outlet for that pain."

"They would grow up here, feeling isolated and alone in their grief." Says Knalla next. "You'd be abandoning them to that fate out of...what? Guilt?" Her eyes narrow, judgmental.

He swallows. "I...I am not fit for this role, it was forced upon me-"

"Then learn." She cuts him off, gaze hard. "Learn to be there for them. Learn how to make them feel comfortable. It is your responsibility as their guardian. You've got plenty of role models here, and all the time in the world."

"But nothing. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain." Knalla cut him off, voice going gentle at the end. "Please. For your kids."

"They're not-"

"Did you not see how they clung to you when you arrived here?" Victoria spoke up. "Like it or not, they see you as safety in some sense. You swore fealty to me, and I am exercising that authority just this once: it would be nothing short of neglect to abandon them right now."

He was trapped by what he was hiding. But what if he told them, and they decided it wasn't safe to keep the kids either?

He sighed, the nerves fluttering beneath his skin not letting his feathers smooth. "F...fine. I will stay and learn. For them." He relented.

He was met with grateful smiles. But the only thing he felt was dread.

#fugamsemidei #Long post #Pokemon ask blog #Pokeaskblog #Paleo Silvally #Silvally #Knalla Smeargle #Smeargle #Acacia Phantump #Phantump #Nobone Marowak #Marowak #Victoria Vigoroth #Vigoroth #Mirian Houndoom #Houndoom #My art #Story

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games addiction

feat. oikawa tooru, kageyama tobio, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi

warnings. just fluff and some needy boys

key point. you've been addicted to the new game you've just downloaded on your phone, prompting your boys to be grumpy when you don't divide enough attention for them

bam's note. it happened the moment me and my bestie decided to load a new game and after that we just won't talk to each other as much anymore XD

| oikawa

"babe" the dark brown haired earns a hum. "angel" now he earns a 'yes?'. "honey" you speak again in a louder voice. you might think he want to annoy you, though actually in his opinion that was far from his plan. tooru only came closer, wrap arms around you, make you shift your original position so he could rest his back on the sofa and behind you. this man watch you struggling not to die, concentrating hard to practically stabbing your fingers against the screen as quickly as possible. it's been like 3 minutes or so, now let's witness his real plan together. simple enough, tooru jab his finger carelessly and the game is over. genius. sure you can groan, be mad or snap at him. oikawa would smile, "well now that you're dead. plus why would you want to get frustrated over nothing when you have such handsome and amazing boyfriend to spend your time with anyway?"

| kageyama

our milky boy understands well that when you fall in love with something, you wouldn't want to stop doing it until you're satisfied, no word could ever describe how volleyball mean to him either. however, when that game pop up on your phone's screen, he doesn't like a single minute you choose to spend with it instead of him. therefore dear readers, you can't blame a soul when tobio start to plunge for action by taking your phone away and put it in some corners you don't even recall was there in your shared apartment. then he would have all the excuse to throw you over his shoulders since in his personal schedule it says right now is late night cuddle sessions time. "sleep with me. you can play games during the day, but don't forget that in nighttime you belong to me"

| atsumu

atsumu has been staring at you for 10 minutes straight. with an evident scowl on his face. at first you wouldn't mind it, but now it's making you quite uncomfortable. when you ask him what's wrong, the grumpy fox doesn't even try to hide his distaste. not until you have to reluctantly toss your phone aside and hold his hand. much to your delight, atsumu finally commit some movement. the blonde press a light kiss to your left cheek, and then another to your right. it's quite a habit of him, kissing every inch of your face before the last land on your lips. so as you reach for it, a surprise hit you when he lean away. your eyebrows were furrowed just for some seconds before tsumu's statement clarify everything. "if yer want my kiss, princess, delete that stupid game first"

| sakusa

omi clicked his toungue for the fourth time in a row as you squeal when you got some rare characters from gacha. you were eager to present it to him while continuously smacking his arm in excitement. i suppose it's needless to elaborating on how pissed he was at the moment. sakusa shot you a quick glare to which you completely missed. he has to purposely push the phone firmly down to your lap and make you look at him. you make an attempt to say something but only if his fingers hadn't been taped to your cheeks. his loose black locks fall over his cold, emotionless eyes, yet you could gaze at his attractive features all day. and kiyoomi holds back a small smile once he know that he's winning. "since you really like playing such games, have a one on one battle with me. if you win, go off with it. but if i win," the man paused mid sentence to run a thumb over your bottom lips, "your time will be mine"

taglist. @gumiresque @sweetxochaco @shoberri @miikoos @hirugummies @arnpm @quirrrky @bokubooo @mrskodzuken @rxdyzsoull

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social-muffin · 1 year

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🔥New Khr OC Questions🔥

💞Anyone welcome to participate! 💞

People really enjoyed themselves with the last list of questions I made! So I made an even bigger one!! So much so, I don't really expect anyone to answer all these questions. Just pick and choose whatever you want to answer if it's too much lmao

‼️This is not just for OCs! If you feels you've modified one of the canon characters so much that they're a whole different person now, tell me about them as well please!‼️

I will also tag a bunch of people whomst OCs I really enjoyed and remembered from the last list of questions! There will be some repeat questions here, so you can elaborate if you wanna or just skip those lmao

Tags under the Cut cause I will also give a lil commentary on the OCs I know so far. :3

‼️Also these Questions are mostly spoiler free so don't worry! Only one question asks about something that's introduced after the Varia Arc I think. I put a 🌸 next to that one.‼️

@juudaimes-true-form Amara & Ricardo were both very fun and I like knowing about them! But l Alexandros is a very good vibe I wanna know the him uwu

@einsatzzz Kana, Kurumi & Yui are Hella intriguing! Do pls elaborate on all of them! Particularly Yui has spiked my interest! Did you finish that art of him you were working on?

@heryemily5927 Hanabi is adorable please tell me more if you feel up to it! :D

@kiralushia Nozomi & Cloud! I would like to see both of them for this! But I also wanna know more about Arashi because she gets mentioned often too :3

@acedragontrainer Ayane & Yuki may have been randomly created but they are so gawddang fun! Please give them backstories with the questions here. If you wanna of course ^^

@masterdisastre Xavier is babiest Boi, but what about Dani!? And also pls tell me of any other OC you wanna talk about!! I'll treasure each and every single one of them! :D

@cloudspark You reblogged the old Questions once wondering if you'll find the time and motivation to introduce your OC, so I will tag you here too since there are more questions here. :3

@ciaossn Amalia is best lady pls tell me more even if her true origin story has been tragically lost ;w; I wish to know her as much as possible!

The Basics:

What's their name? Their pronouns? Sexuality? Gender Identity? Their Age and Ethnicity?

What do they look like? Body type? Identifying characteristic? Art or picrew of your oc? (No AI art pls.)

Why did you create this character? Just for fun? Or is there a purpose behind them? Maybe a canon character you created them for? As a friend, love interest, sibling, child, parent, rival, nemesis?

What's the family situation of your OC? If they have family, how about a brief summary of the relationships of their family to the canon characters?

What are their other notable relationships to Canon characters? (Example: Hibari's little brother also happens to be Tsuna's childhood best friend and Gokudera's love interest) If there are none right now, are there any plans for relationships in the future?

Does your Oc have disabilities? Mental illnesses, neurodivergencies, missing limbs, chronic pains, physical limitations, some kind of food sensitivity? Anything that affects their day to day life goes!

Combat Questions:

What are your OC's flames, if they have any? And how do they use their flames? Do they ever use them outside combat?

How do they prefer to fight? Do they know how to fight in a way they dislike or hate? (Example: Hibari prefers hand-to-hand combat and dislikes firearms, but he knows how to shoot someone if he has no choice)

Do they have formal training? How many fighting styles do they know? What weapons can they wield?

What are their strengths? Their weaknesses?

🌸Do they have a flame weapon, or a box weapon/animal? How did they get these weapons? What level ring (best S>A>B>C>D>worst E) do they wield? Can they use their ring efficiently? If no, why not?🌸

Oh no! Your OC is unable to fight! (Too tired, injured, whatever) How do they deal with the enemy now? Do they flee, still try to fight, call for backup, or what do they do?

Philosophical Questions:

Answer this first before reading/thinking further! Would your OC change anything about themselves if they could?

What's their favourite colours? Their favourite season? Their favourite weather? Their favourite animal?

What are their hobbies? What are they passionate about? Is there a passion they had to give up? If so, why?

What kind of people do they dislike? Do they like who they themselves are?

What is their biggest secret? What's the biggest/worst lie they ever told? What lie do they frequently tell themselves?

What's their darkest desire? What's their biggest hope for the future? If they had the money, how would they want to change the world they live in?

If the world ended tomorrow, how would they spend their last day on earth? Who would they want to be with? Their worst fear stands between them and saving the world, would they be able to overcome that fear to save the world?

What would be their civilain dream job? If they had to kill someone innocent to save a friend, would they be able to do it? How long would their choice haunt them? Would they be able to face their friend if they decided to sacrifice them, but things ended up working out?

Your OCs biggest, wildest dreams all just came true! What do they do next? Who do they celebrate with? How do they celebrate? Loud exhilaration or quiet disbelief?

After these questions, I ask again, what would your OC change about themselves if they could? Did the answer change?

Khr Character Questions! [Or 'I am putting the OCs in ✨situations✨']

Vongola:

Sawada Tsunayoshi burst into flames, flew into the sky and took out a missile that was headed towards the area your Oc was in. How do they go about interacting with Tsuna after that?

Gokudera Hayato dragged your OC to an empty classroom to investigate ghosts, but it turns out it was just teenagers. Hayato seems genuinely disheartened, does your Oc want to comfort him?

Sasagawa Ryohei just pulled your Oc away from oncoming traffic! He proceeds to ask them to join the boxing club! How do they go about rejecting him, given that he just saved their life?

Bovino Lambo just send your Oc ten years into the future! What situation did your Oc end up in? What's their reaction to this future?

Yamamoto Takeshi is sitting by himself, holding a baseball and looking oddly melancholic. Your OC does not know what is going on, except that usually Takeshi is a cheerful guy. Do they approach him? What do they say?

Hibari Kyoya comes across your Oc with a bleeding wound at his side. He is most obviously unwell, but also pissed, how does your Oc approach this situation?

Chrome Dokuro knows what your Oc did and it feels like she is judging them for their dirty secrets. How does your Oc try to buy her silence?

Rokudo Mukuro wandered into the dream your Oc had last night! Does he leave with even more trauma, creepily amused, weirdly charmed or thoroughly bored?

Fuuta DeLa Stella fianlly ranked your Oc first in something! What category did he rank them first in? What is your OC's reaction?

I-pin just blew up and then landed gently in the arms of your Oc. How do they react to this literal pipe bomb baby?

Sasagawa Kyoko handed your Oc Valentine's friendship chocolates and thanked them for looking after her brother! This might be a misunderstanding, but these are also the only/first chocolates your Oc was given, so what do they tell her?

Miura Haru made your Oc their dream outfit! But something significant about it is wrong, how does your Oc give critique on that?

Kurokawa Hana just called your Oc a monkey to their face. How ready, if at all, are they to throw hands with this civilain middle/high-school girl?

Arcobaleno:

Fon wants to share spicy curry with your Oc, but the spoon is glowing red hot. Does your Oc risk it?

Reborn shot someone infront of your Oc. Tsuna won't believe them. What will they do now?

Verde wants to study your Oc so he asks if they'd volunteer for science. No money is involved but they do get to hang out with Verde, do they take the offer?

Lal Mirch has taken over the CEDEF and there is a party that your OC somehow ended up invited to! Do they bring Lal a gift? If so, what kinda gift?

Colonnello got drunk from sipping some wine, he is sad, melancholic and heavily armed. How does your Oc handle the situation?

Skull thinks you're really cute and creative! He wants to know how you came up with your Oc? And your favourite scene of your Oc!

Viper just gave your OC a slice of pizza. Will they eat it? Are they aware of the risks? Are there risks?

Varia:

Xanxus meets your Oc at a bar and tells them to get him a drink. What does your Oc do? If they make an order, what would they order for Xanxus?

Belphegor is staring at your OC from a distance and chuckling maniacally. What wardrobe malfunction did he notice on your OC?

Lussuria slings his feather scarf around your Oc and tells them they're a cutie. How does your Oc respond to the sudden flirting and closeness? Do they know Lussuria is powerful as well as queer?

Levi-a-Than just told your Oc that they'd be so pretty if they put a bit more effort into their look. How does your Oc react?

Superbi Squalo yells so loud it's almost bothering your Oc! How do they tell him to quiet down? How long do they last in the every-man-for-himself Varia-style brawl that comes next?

Mammon is wanting to extort your Oc for money. What blackmail material does Mammon have to do so? (What is an embarrassing thing your Oc did that Mammon could reasonably find out about?)

Fran is getting on your OC's nerves, constantly and seemingly very much on purpose. Everyone else is already using that boy as target practice, so does your Oc join in?

Others:

Dino Cavallone compares your OC to Tsuna. Is your Oc insulted by the comparison? What if it was accurate?

Dino's right hand man Romario invites your character out for a drink! What drink do they order to impress, intimidate, or endear themselves to the Cavallone Familia? Or do they reject the invite entirely?

Hibari's right hand man Kusakabe Tetsuya thinks your Oc is too noisy and tells them to shut up if they don't want to get bitten to death. Does your Oc take that as a challenge? Hibari Kyoya does not seem to be nearby in the first place... (He is watching from a nearby roof)

Something got past the safety on your OC's garbage cans and made a massive mess! Ken stands as the main, but not the only suspect. Does your Oc make that accusation? Do they worry they would offend Ken for accusing him of that, just for having more animalistic behaviours?

Chikusa's yoyo just flipped off it's string and bonked your Oc on the head. He acts apologetic, but your Oc has a feeling he did that on purpose. How does your Oc proceed?

The Last Question!!

Please gimme links as to where people can find stories or art about your OCs!

Thank you for reading and answering if you do! :D

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr original characters #long post #I'm holding your hands actually #Follow me and celebrate the beauty of creativity #There is love to be found in the khr #Catch me putting people's OCs in my pockets to snack on later

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kunstpause · 1 year

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Another Ascian!Hyth/Emet-Selch wip

"Why do you suddenly act like you are too good for taking some comfort when you so obviously need it, Emet-Selch?" Hythlodaeus' voice has turned harder, giving an unusual sharpness to his title. "Don't tell me sitting on a throne for all these years has finally gone to your head."

The mere insinuation is preposterous, and he can't keep himself from snarling, but before he can give an actual reply, something in Hythlodaeus' eyes shifts, and he is suddenly close, a hand clasping his cheek.

"Oh, but that is exactly what is happening, isn't it?" he murmurs, searching for something in Emet-Selch's face. "Only not at all in the way I speculated." He closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a soft sigh as he pulls Hades closer until their foreheads gently touch. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown, weighed down by an even heavier heart more and more as time goes on."

"Hardly," Hades gets out with a scoff. "I have not the slightest idea what you are even talking about."

Like usual, Hythloadeus cares not for how harsh his voice gets. Nor does he put much stock in his insistence that his assumptions are utterly wrong. He knows better, and with gleaming eyes, he leans back a little to catch Hades' gaze.

"Our most eminent Emet-Selch, wearing the mantle of duty so immaculately. And yet, underneath, there still lives the same bleeding heart that was always such a charming surprise when getting to know you, Hades."

Hythlodaeus smiles, his every word making Hades more and more uncomfortable with the direction this conversation has taken.

"I think you would be hard-pressed to find anyone agreeing with you about me having a bleeding heart," he says with a huff, but it only manages to make the other man laugh softly.

"Oh, but they never know you quite the way I do, Hades," he murmurs, his eyes piercing, looking far beyond the limitations of flesh and blood now. "You could have chosen any nation for this plan of yours, but you decided on the poor and destitute sorry little creatures that no one welcomed, the ones without a home to return to that would have tragically died out were it not for you." Hythlodaeus' thumb brushes over Hades' cheek as he holds him captive with a look alone. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you? Always drawn to those in need, even if your words claim otherwise. And look at what you've achieved!"

He finally lets go, turning around and gesturing at the elaborately decorated walls, pulling his attention to the decadent furnishings of the palace.

"You've elevated them from noting into a thriving empire. A force to be reckoned with. Like children, you taught them how to walk, and now they are ready to fly." Just as quickly as he had turned away, Hythlodaeus is suddenly back right in front of him, cupping Hades' face in both hands as he gently drags him close. "You sit on your throne each and every day, knowing that they will never soar, that their gruesome end is all part of your greater plan, and every day getting up and putting on that crown gets just a little bit more difficult, doesn't it?"

His first impulse is to twist himself out of Hyth's grasp, to turn away and spat out an angry rebuttal, but the other man's grip is firm and uncompromising.

"If you are implying that I would ever hesitate to do what is necessary," he starts with an angry growl, and immediately, Hythlodaeus shakes his head.

"Emet-Selch never hesitates to do his duty, but you, Hades, sometimes forget that I can see each facet of your soul, know every hidden part you'd never show to the outside world. You cannot hide from me." His piercing gaze turns softer, as does his touch, as he leans in for a deceptively soft kiss. "Hades, my dear, wonderful Hades," he whispers softly against his lips. "I can neither share your burden nor carry it for you, but you know I can always chase it away for a while. Burn that pesky conscience out of you until all you can feel and remember is me. Doesn't that sound like something you want?"

It does.

It comes as no surprise. Hythlodaeus is right, he does know Hades inside and out, and his promise is more than a little enticing. When Hades simply nods once, a promising smile spreads over Hythlodaeus' face.

"Excellent." He gives him a thoughtful look before pulling at the red sash on his clothes. "Better lock those doors and put up some magic to keep what happens in here private, your Radiance," Hythlodaeus says, smile turning into a smirk. "And once you've gotten rid of all these ridiculous layers of clothes, I want you on your knees for the rest of the night."

#ffxiv fanfiction #Kunstpause writes #emet selch #hythlodaeus #emet x hyth

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aliquistis · 2 years

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Dear Cousin,

I am writing you this now to inform you that I am safe. It is unlikely that you even realized I was in danger, so the news of my safety may come hand-in-hand with the distress that I was previously not. Allow me to put your concerns to rest in as few words as possible:

Yes, I came to Skyrim at Father's behest, to aid him in his archeological studies (read: to use my priestess training to put draugr to rest in any number of tombs)

Yes, as per my last letter, Father had an accident at one of these archeological sites. No, he did not recover. No, I am not ready to talk about it. Yes, I scattered his ashes on the Sea of Ghosts.

No, as you may have surmised, I did not return immediately home.

The rebellion in Skyrim is spoken about so very lightly back home, I wonder if you have heard of it at all. Certainly, if you've crossed the border as you said was your intent, you have heard of it now. I regret not paying more attention to the occurrences in the provinces, but Skyrim seemed so very far away when I still lived a quiet life in Cyrodiil. This was my first mistake.

I returned to Solitude after Father's death, donating his discoveries to a newly-opened museum and arranging his affairs in the explorer's guild he helped found. When I am not pressed for time (when I am not writing in the cold wilderness with fingers creeping dangerously close to numbness) I will elaborate on these circumstances, as I believe they will be of particular interest to you.

I offered my services to the Temple of the Eight Divines, both in fulfillment of my faith and to allow a busy schedule to help me through some of my grief. While there, I discovered that a village to the east had requested wedding services but could not find a clergy member in Mara's faith to make the journey. I had plans to return to Cyrodiil soon and believed I could make this trip without incident, as I have married more couples than I can count and I am not dissuaded by a road that is somewhat fraught. I was warned of Skyrim's troubles before I left and I am not too proud to admit that I should have listened, and that this was my second mistake.

I performed the wedding without incident and stayed for the festivities after. This was my third, and final, mistake.

The night following the reception, a group of injured Nords came to the little village seeking aid. I did not hesitate to provide thus, as these were Mara's children as any others and they did not deserve to suffer.

The Thalmor in pursuit of these 'Stormcloaks' (as they call themselves) did not agree. They refused to believe that I was not a rebel, and further, that I was a cleric of Mara and not of Talos.

Their leader took particular interest in

Their leader, an Altmer named Cyrelian, was particularly obtuse and insisted on my arrest. The way he looked at me makes me sick to remember

He was not gentle in his

It is an injustice that

He is dead now, and I am safe.

I praise Mara that they did not take the pins from my hair when they stripped me of everything else I owned and left me in prison rags. As I praise Her that the locks in the prison were exceptionally old, and, most of all, that I was not alone.

I found Kaidan shackled to the wall of a cell and tortured within an inch of his life. I freed him, healed him, and together we made our escape. It is beyond good fortune that I am joined by this veritable thunderstorm in human form, as Kaidan (he does not seem to have a last name) easily dispatched the Thalmor even before we recovered his weapon and armor.

I do not know what will come next, dear cousin. Looking back on what I have written thus far, I may have made too great a promise to claim that I am safe. Rather than scratch that out, I will amend it: I am as safe as one might be when one is potentially being hunted by the Thalmor.

I am writing from a small mining encampment. I traded a sermon and a blessing for a place to sleep by their fire; we are a few days out from any proper settlement, and the people here do not get much sustenance in faith. They are good people, however, and shared some bread with us before retiring to their tents, leaving us to sleep by the fire.

My companion via necessity, Kaidan, (should I ask for a last name? I suppose it doesn't matter) is taciturn, but seems an honest sort. He is very tall Though I insisted that he did not owe me anything -- for no child of Mara should place a price on life -- he has sworn to protect me until I have found my way back home. Moreover, as I am largely unfamiliar with Skyrim's wilds -- or its tameds, for that matter -- he has agreed to guide me south.

I have offered him a place to stay at my home in Anvil, at least until he is safe from the Thalmor, but he politely declined. He has something he seeks in Skyrim, though he is as taciturn about that as he is about everything else.

Regardless, he is helping me get home, and for that I am eternally grateful. If the weather is fair and our troubles are few, we should pass through Helgen in three days time and take the road south through the border and back into Cyrodiil.

I pray this finds you in good health, cousin, and that your days in Skyrim are far more dull than mine.

By Her grace,

Celestine Philomena

#trying out something different #tes #skyrim #fanfic #skyrim fanfic #skyrim drabbles #skyrim modded followers #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #letters to cyrodiil #celestine philomena #imperial cleric of mara

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venerex · 2 years

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chérie

pairing: duke! minghao x reader

word count: 2.5k

contains: oral (f receiving), fingering, virgin!reader

a/n: ooooh boy. hi @97-liners. based on this au idea i thought of. i was honestly going to write a very small drabble but i just....kept elaborating. written in one sitting in the middle of the night, not proofread at all. i'm sorry if this is too wordy :')

part 1 (chérie) | part 2 (the poet) | part 3 (mon amour)

considering how much you drank, you wake up with a remarkably clear head.

you also wake up alone, an occurrence that hasn't happened since you and your husband started sharing a bed - in the literal sense. you didn't think you'd ever sleep in the same bed as the duke, seeing how your marriage was one of convenience - but a particularly thunderous night had changed that course, and you've slept in his arms ever since.

not for the first time in the last few days, you wonder where your relationship with your husband stands. the two of you had kissed last week after attending a local farmer's party, both elated with the improvement in yield that the crops had shown - largely as a result of your plans. you haven't talked about the kiss since then, both of you pretending it didn't happen - until last night.

you had had a little too much wine when your husband came out from his art room, having worked on a painting since noon. "you have such beautiful lips, hao", you had said when he smiled, using the nickname you had been itching to call him by. he was a little taken aback by the unfamiliar display of familiarity from you, but had recovered quickly and gently taken you in his arms, carrying you to his room.

you don't know if you're glad or sorry that you remember what happened next. you had kissed him when he placed you on his bed, aggressively pulling at his shirt while biting his lip. "not now, love", he had pulled back and said, "i want you, but you need to be in your right mind". you had tried again, but to no success. he then helped you change and held you as you drifted off, crooning the lullaby he sang the first night you spent in his bed. and now you're here, alone in his bed, left to stew on your drunken actions.

sighing, you get up - you know trying to go back to sleep is futile. you clean up and set off to the place you know he'll be - in the balcony connected to the art room, the most secluded place in the castle, immune to disturbances from others.

you walk through the door of the art room, taking in the paintings against the walls and the half-opened lid of the piano in the corner. you stop at the balcony door, admiring your husband's silhouette under the moonlight - his thin shirt giving away the shape of his back, his hair waving lightly in the wind.

"you're not supposed to be awake", you always thought he was a bat in his previous life.

"i could say the same about you, your grace".

minghao turns, and you stop breathing for a second. one might think that living with him would've made you immune to his beauty, but no - you're only more enchanted by your husband, finding him more magnificent with each drop of familiarity.

"that's not what you called me last evening", there's a teasing glint in his eyes.

we've come so far, you think. you remember your first conversation with the duke, when he had proposed an unconventional marriage of convenience to you - you were a bored socialite in need of a husband who didn't expect you to sit at home and look pretty, and he was a new duke who inherited a failed estate and didn't know how to revive it back. you've grown comfortable with each other in the last few months, spending hours together everyday, pouring over reports and talking to the local community - going from strangers to spouses to friends to, well, whatever you were now.

you walk towards him, stopping two steps away.

"i apologize for my behavior last night", you fight the urge to look away from his intent eyes, "it was most indecent".

"most indecent, indeed", one hand reaches to hold yours, "seducing your husband". he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"your very willing husband, at that", the whisper in your ear makes you shiver.

"not willing enough, apparently", you mutter before you can help it.

minghao pulls back to look at you, a hand moving to cup your reddening cheek.

"i meant what i said", he says, his eyes tender, "i want you", his fingers move a stray strand from your face, "in every way a man can want a woman".

you blush, not expecting his earnest confession. it appears you're not the only one who has been brewing over your relationship in recent days.

"then take me, hao".

he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and you only have a second to see the storm in them before he kisses you, your eyes shutting automatically at the sensation, your sighs melting into the kiss as he pulls you close. this is only your third kiss, but you're already addicted to the feeling of his lips against yours.

you raise your hands to his hair, reveling in his low groan when you tug slightly, his arm around your waist pulling you even closer as his tongue enters your mouth.

he pulls away and you whine at the loss, pouting slightly at his giggles as he leads you somewhere. it's to the sole table on the balcony, you realize, where you've shared many meals and discussions about estate taxes - and the knowledge almost makes you moan.

minghao lifts you on the table, his lips finding yours as soon as your bottom touches the cotton spread. you pull at his shirt for the second time this night, and he obliges you this time - pulling it off in a smooth move as he chuckles at your impatience. you manage to catch a glimpse of his bare chest before his lips latch on to your neck, sucking lightly as they trail down to the neckline of your dress.

later, you think, when we're more patient, i'll trace every line on your skin.

"may i?", he murmurs against the neckline of your nightdress, his hands gently pulling at the front.

"please, hao", you can barely hear your voice.

"do you know", he undoes one button, his lips tracing the newly revealed skin, "how many times", another button, "i've imagined", another button, "doing this here?"

his hands pull your almost-undone nightdress, and you moan at the sensation of cold air hitting your nipples. you look up to see minghao staring at you, his breathing slightly heavy as he takes you in.

"you're so beautiful, ma chérie", he murmurs, almost in wonder - and you feel yourself flush.

the years he's spent in french society don't show themselves very often, but you've realized that his french learnings slip out when he's shocked or spellbound - and the knowledge makes your heart beat faster.

his hands lightly push the thin straps of your nightdress down your arms, stopping when there's enough slack for him to pull the garment down to expose your stomach. his hands lightly trace up your body - slowly moving up from your stomach to your breasts, squeezing the mounds gently as your nipples rub against his palms.

you gasp, your head tipping back as you try to hold your position, your hands bracing against the wood. minghao's hands leave your breasts and he pushes you slightly, coaxing you to lie down as one of his hands gently places your head on the table.

he moves to hover over you, his lips softly kissing the the top of your breasts as his fingers circle your nipples, before flicking them lightly. he takes one nipple in his mouth, licking slightly before sucking, his fingers gently pinching and twisting the other. he repeats the motion with the other nipple, groaning slightly against your chest when your hands fist in his hair, the vibration making your clit ache.

if you weren't so desperate, you might've been worried about your moans being audible to anyone in proximity of the balcony.

he pulls up and kisses you harshly, his hands squeezing your breasts as you buck your hips for some relief.

"i want to taste you", he murmurs against your lips, "will you let me taste you, chérie?"

"yes", you gasp against his mouth, too desperate to feel embarrassed at the obscene request.

his lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your body until he reaches the fabric of your nightdress at the bottom of your stomach. with a quick tug and a rise of your hips, he pulls the dress off, the thin fabric pooling on the floor as you lie naked under the moonlight.

he continues kissing downward, his hands gently separating your legs slightly when you close them, his head looking up when you whine in embarrassment.

"let me see, chérie", he places a soft kiss on your thigh, "i want to see my wife".

you relent, your legs relaxing as he rubs your thighs, his languid eyes looking at yours as you nod slightly. in this moment, you don't think you can deny him anything.

he pushes your legs further apart, feeling no resistance from you. you whimper at the feeling of cold air hitting your wet cunt, his hands pushing your hips back to the table when you raise them for relief.

"i know, my love, i know", he coos, his eyes transfixed at your cunt, "you're so lovely, chérie. and so wet, mm?"

you bite your lip and whimper, pleas of minghao's name escaping you - to do something, to do anything.

he must've thought you've had enough, for he moves to kiss your inner thigh lightly, his arms firmly holding down your thighs as you feel his lips so close to where you want him.

"please", you whimper, "please, hao. i can't - want something - "

your pleas turn into moans when you feel his lips on your clit, placing gentle kisses on the throbbing nub while you moan lowly. then, he looks up to you - his eyes meeting yours as he touches his tongue flat against your clit. your hands claw at the cotton spread, your moans getting louder at the unfamiliar and overwhelming sensation.

minghao pulls back and dives in again - this time focusing on a particular part of your clit, licking the spot repeatedly as you feel yourself getting closer to a release, your pleas sounding increasingly incoherent.

you feel somewhat unsatisfied even as you sense your orgasm, and you realize that you feel empty. you wouldn't even think of voicing something so lewd in usual circumstances, but you're too far gone to consider propriety.

"hao", you garble, hoping he can understand you, "feel empty".

minghao stops and looks up, his hands holding your thighs apart as he raises a brow. you hear the silent order: repeat that.

"i - ", you gulp, feeling suddenly shy under his stare, "i feel empty".

he looks at you for a second before attaching his lips to your clit, his tongue finding that spot again as you feel your orgasm creeping back. his eyes meet yours and you feel a finger circling your entrance, slowly prodding your hole as his tongue gentles on your clit.

his finger glides in easily, your wet hole putting up little resistance as he massages your walls slowly. the feeling is very slightly uncomfortable, but any pain is overtaken by the relief of feeling full. he curls his finger upwards, hitting the sensitive spot inside you, his eyes taking in your reaction as his tongue fastens its ministrations on your clit.

you're coming before you can alert your husband to it - your hands clutching the cotton spread under you, your thighs shaking under his arms as he softens the licks to your clit, his finger slowly massaging your walls.

he pulls away when you whine from sensitivity, his eyes meeting your hazy ones as he sucks on his finger to clean your wetness. you feel your skin heating up at the action, your cunt twitching slightly at his moan of appreciation.

he grasps your hands and pulls you up gently, his lips lightly tracing your ear as he hovers over you.

"how do you feel?", his hands rub your sides soothingly.

"good", your voice is raspy, "i - uh - i liked that".

he gives you a sweet smile before kissing you slowly, pulling you closer by the waist, letting your bare chest touch his.

"i'm glad", he whispers, "you deserve to feel good".

you don't know if it's your post-orgasmic state, or the feeling of minghao's heartbeat against yours, or the vision of his gentle face under the moonlight - you have an epiphany.

you've never understood what drives the painters and the poets to be so inspired by someone that they dedicate themselves to creating immortal art for their muses. you get it now, you realize.

you can't paint and you can't write poems, but you want to do both of those things - and the hundred other things lovers do - for minghao.

"what are you thinking, chérie?", his voice is soft, as if to not disturb the night.

"i love you", you're more comfortable with the notion than you would've thought. you suppose you've known it for a while, even if you haven't consciously acknowledged it.

it seems rather obvious to you now. how could you not love him? you've seen how he cares for the people he's responsible for - even though he's never wanted the title and was never given the appropriate education. you've seen how he remembers the birthdays of the village kids, and never fails to send them gifts - but never under his own name because he doesn't want anyone to feel indebted to him. you've witnessed how magnificent he is in his element as a painter - his passion visible through every stroke of his brush.

how could you not love him? you've seen him respect your decisions and your autonomy even when he's expected not to. you've watched as he defended your opinion in subjects where women aren't supposed to have opinions. you've seen him bring you cupcakes that you like at parties when you're bored. you've felt his arms around you when you break down, comforting you when you doubt yourself.

how could you not love him?

"i love you too, chérie", he says softly, his hands tenderly cupping your face.

you smile. he smiles back.

you move to kiss him softly, your hands tracing his chest, reveling in his small sighs. you stop at the waistband of his trousers, tugging them down slightly before he stops your hands.

"not here, my love", he sounds slightly breathless, "on our bed. we can christen this table later".

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FINAL CHAPTER (1/2): Spells and Traps (Claude Trilogy)

Pairing: Female Human Reader x Male Werewolf (Claude) Summary: Your previous investigation grants you a huge advantage against the demon and the truth unveils further TW: Rotting flesh and the mention of cockroach (just in case these would make anyone uncomfortable)

You stare at your dark kitchen, you stomach churning uncomfortably as you notice how the light from your living room can't seem to seep through the darkness.

Really? Right here, right now? In my house?? You immediately tried to think of any protection spell that would ensure minimal damage to your surroundings as you’re almost certain the impostor is in your kitchen. After all, you barely tried to play along by the end of that dinner so he must’ve figured out that you know he's not Claude then.

Funnily enough, this completely works in your favor when you think about it. Thanks to this, now you don't have to create any elaborate plan to lure him somewhere in order to trap him since he's so eager to visit you instead. To add to that, he probably has no idea that you've found out what he truly is and most likely would underestimate you like he did back in the Headquarter, which is good because you can definitely use that as an advantage.

"Is that you, Acting Guild Master? I can't quite see you from here. Could you come closer?"

Your whole body tensed as you heard that voice from your kitchen, but you didn't move. It's definitely him, although his voice has changed quite a bit. It still somewhat resembles Claude's voice but now it also sounds like the combination of a wheeze and a croak, making him sound as though he's attempting to talk while he's on his deathbed after catching a plague that damaged his lungs and throat badly. Not only that, you can also hear this strange clicking sound from the same direction, presumably from him as well.

You're really tempted to make a comment about his voice, but you refrained from doing that. Instead, you silently cast a spell, can't help but wince slightly as you hear the subtle hissing sound of magical sigils burning through the beautiful mahogany floor behind you as a sign that your demon trap is ready. Unfortunately your choices are pretty limited; either that or risk destroying your house and you obviously much prefer to sacrifice a small part of your flooring than your whole house. In any case, this plan should work smoothly as long as you're able to lure him to step on the sigils, which shouldn't be hard to do as lesser to mid-tier demons tend to be aggressive and would attack before thinking.

That is, unless he spots the sigils.

You're incredibly glad this had occurred to you before he stops having his villain monologue as it gives you a chance to be prepared for the worst. The sigils are pretty visible if he's close enough, so if he just happens to even glance at the floor when he's near it, this plan might not work as he could easily avoid it. You hate to think about the worst case scenario but you also know that it's better safe than sorry. What if he gets angry because you tried to trap him and decides to involve your neighbors? You simply can't allow that to happen. Thus, you decided to cast a protection spell around your house to make sure none of that would happen. It's been some time since the last time you cast this spell, but supposedly it'll help you to keep the chaos inside the protected area, including any loud noise. It's not the best protection spell there is since your house still will be affected if you do fight the demon but, hey, it's better than nothing.

He better step on the sigils or I'm going to push him there myself, you grumbled internally as you return your attention to the direction of the kitchen, anticipating any movement on his end.

So far he seems to enjoy hearing himself talk without showing himself to you, yapping endlessly about how you should be grateful that he was kind enough to let you live when it was just the two of you back in Claude's office and whatnot. If you have to guess, he's probably waiting for the right moment for the dramatic reveal and you can't help but sigh in exasperation. He stopped mid-sentence, probably just realizing that you weren't paying attention to his speech at all.

"Are you ignoring me?!"

You haven't even done anything to him yet and he already sounds angry. You cautiously watch the unwavering darkness in front of you, preparing yourself for the possibility that he might launch toward you like some sort of wild cat when you heard the creak of the floor as he finally moves, followed by these sickening cracking and popping noises that tells you that he's most likely changing back into his true form. Why didn't he turn back before you arrived? You have no idea but at this point you are absolutely certain that he's looking for that dramatic effect by how slowly he seems to move. He probably treats this darkness in front of you like a curtain to hide him until he's ready for the "big reveal", too.

Is this really the creature you and Lydia were concerned about? You have no idea what you expected, but it was certainly not this.

"Did you hurt your back or something? Why do you move so slow?" you decided to ask, partly because you are genuinely curious but mostly because you're trying to rile him up. This seems to work as you noticed how the wall of darkness between the two of you starts to dissipate, the light from your living room slowly seeping through it bit by bit as he grumbled something you couldn't quite hear.

Turns out you were somewhat right when you suspect the darkness was most likely there as some sort of a "curtain". It is clearly a magic barrier because now that it's about to vanish, the first thing you noticed is the fact that you can smell him before you even see him. There's no way you wouldn't notice this otherwise as his stench immediately ambushed your nose as soon as it dissipated. And the smell... you can only describe it as the combination rotting flesh, cockroaches and sulfur, which are unpleasant smells even on their own but combined? It might just be the worst stench you've ever had the displeasure to smell in your life. It's so overwhelming that you decided to cover your nose and mouth with your hand in attempt to fend it off as you're pretty sure you'd throw up if you didn't.

Honestly, this really puts things into perspective for you. Now you understand how Claude could possibly be taken down by this creature because if you, a human, felt sick to your stomach from the stench alone, you can’t imagine how bad it was for Claude who has much sharper senses. You genuinely wouldn’t be surprised if it knocked him out cold within seconds.

You thought that was bad enough, but then you can finally see him and surprise, surprise, he looks exactly like how he smells. Well, at least half of him does since the other half still resembles Claude but somehow that only made it worse. It really looks as though half of him is melting from decay, the flesh and skin-- both had became greyish in color-- barely hanging onto his skull that now has these long antennae protruding through it. To top it all off, his mouth looked wider than usual and filled with razor sharp teeth that look like needles while his body had also transformed considerably with longer limbs, making him look eerily lanky and much taller than his former height to the point he had to really duck when he walked past the kitchen entrance.

What you wouldn’t give to go back to few minutes ago before you saw or smell his true form. You're not usually rattled to see a lesser demon's true form, but then again none of them had any semblance to the man you love. You’re pretty certain this would haunt your nightmares for months to come and you’re really struggling not to throw up at this point. Both his look and smell are so repulsive to you that you feel like you probably should clean your entire house thoroughly after this confrontation. Who knows if he’d touched anything? The thought alone made you feel physically ill.

"Oh, look at you. No longer so high and mighty... have you finally realized what you're up against? Are you afraid, human?" his mouth stretched unnaturally as he smiled, showing off his sharp teeth.

"Afraid?" you asked in return with a raised eyebrow, your voice muffled against your hand. "Afraid of getting sick, maybe. Who left a roadkill here? This is so unhygienic."

His smile immediately vanished at your mockery. "What did you say to me?"

"You heard me. And I really, really hate to break it to you, but I already know what you are, so..." you gestured your hand vaguely in his direction. "This whole dramatic reveal? It's really unnecessary. And no, I wasn't ignoring you, I was just so embarrassed for you because you clearly thought you did something."

“How did you find out?!” he demanded, his voice raised as he took another step forward. "Answer me!"

“Geez, why are you so angry? Did you really not mean for me to know? Because if so, then at least we now know that acting is just not for you," you responded, feigning confusion just to irritate him further. "Also, whew, I get now why you had to disguise yourself. I thought you just had shit personality but no, apparently you also look and smell like shit. I'd disguise myself as the first beautiful man I see too if I were you because then at least I'd have that going for me."

A deep growl rumbled through his chest, clearly enraged by your condescending response to his attempt to intimidate you. “I was doing well until you came along and ruined everything! I would’ve replaced him and no one would know had you not decide to meddle!”

You let out a soft gasp before you put your hand on your chest with your lower lip jutted out. “Oh, sweetie… is that really what you think? What did you think was going on when I asked you out for dinner? Everyone knows, that’s why they asked me to do something about it,” you lied in a sickeningly sweet tone, your mouth tugged into a smile of feigned sympathy as you watch him seethe. “I meant to immediately confront you at first but you were trying so hard that I couldn’t help but to play along because, well, I felt sorry for you.”

"Arrogant bitch! I do not need your pity! Who do you think you are?!"

That definitely did it. As expected, it's easy to rile him up, though unfortunately despite everything he’s still a demon so his tantrum is quite destructive. His enraged roar literally shook your house, even shattering any glass you have in there and you had to cover your ears to protect your eardrums.

At this moment, you're glad you decided put that protection spell or else your neighbors might try to investigate because of the noise and get themselves in danger. You can really see the murderous rage and hatred burning in his eyes before he lunged forward, ready to tear your throat with his razor sharp claws, much like how you'd expect it would go. As he devoted all of his attention to kill you, you keep moving backward, luring him into unwittingly stepping on the trap while you dodge his attacks and block it once or twice with your summoned spirit blade. You even made a deep scratch on his chest with your blade just to convince him that you plan on fighting him.

A victorious grin broke upon your face as his foot accidentally stepped on the sigils, catching him off guard. You could tell that he finally realized something was wrong as soon as he made a contact with it but alas, the realization came a little bit too late as the trap instantly activated upon contact. His angry snarls are quickly replaced by a pained yelp as surge of electricity from the trap shocked and temporarily paralyzed him, giving enough time for the magic-imbued chains to spring out from the sigils and coil around his neck and limbs tightly in order to ensure that he would not leave that spot until you allow him to.

A satisfied smile made its way to your face as you see the look of shock and disbelief on his face. As you've always said, being underestimated has its perks and he clearly didn't think you'd trick him into stepping on a trap. You could only imagine how humbling this experience is for him and you can't lie that you feel a bit smug about it.

"Phew! Thank the gods you stepped right into my trap! I was worried I'd have to sacrifice my entire house but I guess not," you expressed your relief out loud as you lowered yourself to his level, admittedly just from sheer pettiness as you wish to rub it in his face. After all, he had the audacity to pretend to be Claude and trespass into your home. He even tried to taunt you before you angered him so you decided to twist the knife just to return the favor. "Perhaps I should also thank you for making it easy for me. I thought I'd have to make some elaborate plan just to catch you but here you are, practically walking into my trap."

“Coward!” he snarled, his voice somehow got even worse than before. “You think this can restrain me?!”

“That’s a silly question. Are you not restrained right now?” you pointed out, gesturing at the chains. He growled again, baring his sharp teeth at you and literally drooling like a rabid dog, which earned him a disgusted look from you. “Yikes. Anyway, this can go two ways. One, you can answer my questions so I can get my dear friend back and depends on my mood, I might let you live or two, you can decide to be difficult and I might not be so merciful.”

“You will kill me while I am unable to fight back?!" For a split second, you saw this fear in his eyes but it was quickly replaced by rage and disbelief. "You have no honor!”

“Now that’s just rich, considering you literally came to this town to trick people so they could go straight to their deaths,” you reminded him, calling out his hypocrisy. “Tell me, where's the honor in that?"

He lets out another snarl as he tries to tug against the chain but the chains just shocked him again, drawing another pained yelp from him. You said nothing just yet, you just stared as he looks at the chains with this angry yet desperate look on his face. He knows he's lost, he just doesn't want to admit it.

“Are you done?” you finally asked to break the strange silence, sounding more like a disappointed parent than anything else. "Can you decide which option you'll take or should I just end this nonsense right now?"

He made this uncertain noise, glancing everywhere else but at you as if weighing his options. Eventually, he realized that there's nothing he can do about this situation if he wishes to live but to comply so he caved in. “... what do you want to know?” he asked begrudgingly, his glare became incredibly hateful when you gave him another smile of triumph. Oh, if looks could kill.

“First of all, where’s my cat?” you asked, although you had a slight idea where he is. At least you hope so since you're already struggling not to strangle him as it is and you don't know if you'd be able to fight the temptation to turn this demon into paste if he had hurt your precious baby.

“The white furred beast?” You nodded, silently preparing yourself for the worst. “I would've loved to eat it and gift its head to you--"

"Ew, what's wrong with you?"

He shoot you another glare, then continued his sentence through his gritted teeth. "... but it ran out through the kitchen's window before I could do anything."

You finally could let out a breathe of relief before you nod in acknowledgement. Of course he would leave, he probably sensed something off with this “Claude” and decided to make a run for it. “Just to take a shot in the dark, maybe your putrid stench tipped him off,” you said jokingly to amuse yourself before you decided to continue the interrogation. “Anyway, now that that's out of the way, let us jump to the main question. Where is Claude? Is he alive?”

He grumbled something that you didn’t quite catch so you snap your fingers, causing the chains to shock him with higher intensity to let him know that you are not playing games. This time instead of a yelp, screams of pain left his mouth and you were greeted by an unsettling view of his jaw unhinging as he screamed. Absolutely horrible, but despite the fact that his unhinging jaw would definitely made a guest appearance in your nightmare, it seems like you made the right call to up the intensity because now the anger and the condescending look in his eyes have completely vanished, replaced by immense fear. The realization that you can and will kill him if he doesn’t cooperate seems to just dawn on him and his once prideful demeanor now looks meek, panicked as though he just realized the gravity of this situation.

"So?" you tried again. "Is Claude alive?"

“He’s… he’s alive,” he raised his voice a bit so you could hear him better as he averted his eyes, clearly intimidated. “For now, he's alive...”

Your mouth tugged into a dismayed frown. “For now? What do you mean by that?”

“He’s to be sacrificed,” he answered with shaky voice, his eyes glancing at you in fear. Upon seeing the enraged look in your eyes, he quickly rambled in panic. “It wasn’t my doing! I was summoned! They made do their dirty work! They knew someone was preventing the people to go there and made me go to this town to make sure the chosen ones could go on that journey!”

Oh, now he wants to pretend he didn’t enjoy sending those people to their death, you thought bitterly. Resisting the urge to scream and curse at him is very difficult for you as you still remember his pleased face after he tried to send those people away on that deadly journey and how smug he was just a moment ago. Really, you don't think you'd like anything more than to yell at him but alas, the logical part of your brain knew that it'd just be a waste of both your time and energy. So until you are absolutely certain that Claude is safe and sound, you know you need to keep it together and figure out what’s really going on.

“Well, then," you said as calmly as you could at the moment. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we?"

Claude always said that you are effective but ruthless when you're interrogating someone, which is why he rarely allows you to interrogate anyone. It seems that he is right, as it turns out. Within two hours of questioning, the demon had spilled every detail necessary that could help you to get your beloved Guild Master back, although he did so out of fear. Turns out things might be even worse than you originally thought, after all.

First of all, he told you that the Cult of the Spider Queen is the one behind this, much to your surprise and disbelief. It honestly gave you a bit of a pause at first since while you've heard about some of the strange things they do to worship their goddess, you've never heard about anything this extreme before. Not to mention that this would definitely attract at least one of the Archmages' attention if they're not careful so this just sounds incredibly foolish and risky to you. Even so, the fact that they are able to do this while their village is apparently pretty far from your town-- at least you assume so considering Claude took nearly a month to get there-- was a bit concerning. After all, even the strongest illusion spell has distance limit, so you couldn’t help but wonder if some of them are living nearby.

Turns out your suspicion was correct. Before you could even ask the demon about it, he proceeded to tell you himself that one of the Cult's Priestesses has been staying in your town for quite some time now. Apparently a female cultist by the name of Lorraine had been putting these hallucinations to people that she deemed to be vulnerable and easily manipulated, making them believe that they are special and chosen the gods to help them obtain what was once theirs, namely this magical orb the Cult has. It was a ploy, of course, as the closer those people get to the village, the more demons will ambush them and any blood spilled by the demons would be used to "feed" the orb. What's worse, apparently they would be able to free the Spider Queen when it reaches full power. History would agree that freeing any of the Betrayer Gods is the worst idea someone could have but apparently not everyone has common sense.

As for Claude, as it turns out the Cult meant to use him as the final sacrifice as he was the only one managed to reach their village without dying. He wrote in his letters that he got overwhelmed quite a bit by the hordes of demons so you wonder if this is how he got captured. Even if he wasn't completely unscathed, the fact remains that he survived through all that and apparently that was enough for the Cult to think that he’s been chosen by the Queen as the "final piece". According to the demon, they intend to sacrifice him during the lunar eclipse after they managed to release her, which, much to your distress, happens to be three days from now. Claude literally took nearly a month to even reach the village and now you'd have to go there less than three days? So much for being calm and not losing your shit.

Before you absolutely lost your mind, you decide to return your attention to the demon in your custody. He seems to be hopeful that you'd let him go after you get all those answers from him, but you can’t help but wonder if he deserves your mercy. After all, he did come here to trick everyone and to make sure those people would walk straight to their deaths. Who’s to say he wouldn’t continue doing that after this? Or, ever worse, who's to say he wouldn't tip off the Cult that you are aware of their plans?

No, that's simply won't do. He has to die, one way or the other. But just out of curiosity, you decided to ask him one last question that had secretly bugged your mind the entire time. If you don't like the answer then, well, he should've thought it through before he decided to be a horrible little creature.

“Last question,” you said and the way his eyes lit up made your stomach churn from disdain, "Did you really withdraw your approval from those people?"

That question immediately silenced him. The terrified look on his face told you everything you needed to know, yet you said nothing about it as you wish to hear what pathetic excuse he'd tell you to explain his outrageous decision. "You must understand! I was told by the Priestess to kill them! R-Really! I wouldn't do anything like that otherwise!" he tried to explain frantically and your heart sank at the confirmation. So those people are dead? Why haven’t you heard of this? Oh, no...

“The people you killed… some of them had family,” you pointed out and you swore his face somehow got even paler. “Did you do something to them too?”

“The Priestess said to let any witnesses live…” his voice was small and meek as he said this and the way he averted his eyes to avoid your gaze made you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “She made people think those people still left for that expedition too so I'd assume that's why no one talked about it...”

“Really?” It’s painfully obvious to you that he’s lying. You don’t know about the latter, but you’re almost certain that he most likely decided on his own to not let them live to satiate his bloodlust. That’s unfortunately a common trait among lesser to mid-tier demons and an occurrence where they would get drunk from bloodlust and impulsively decide to slaughter everyone in the vicinity is sadly pretty common as well. This doesn't make it any less tragic, though, and you feel as though your chest is about to burst from rage.

“Well, then," you said calmly despite how upset you are, "I will bind you and you must help me fix this mess somehow. It’s only fair."

He looks like he wants to argue, but kept it to himself as you are clearly in no mood for any sort of bargaining. The Spider Queen, huh? you thought to yourself, feeling a bit disheartened as this is clearly way beyond your expertise. Not only that, you have to somehow go there in less than three days, which is just impossible unless...

Your face lit up as an idea popped up in your brain.

If your memories from your Academy days still serve you well, the Archmages were the ones that sealed the Betrayer Gods, including the Spider Queen. That said, you’re certain Archmage Helios would want to hear everything you’ve discovered from the interrogation, especially regarding the orb since it apparently has the ability to free her. He’s not in town as for now, but if you tell his second in command about this, you’re sure he’d have some way to contact him and in exchange of the information, you hope Helios would agree to bring you along with him. It's a win-win situation, he gets to know about all of this and prevent whatever nonsense the Cult has in mind and you get to save Claude.

You smile faintly, the satisfaction from your plan eased your anger a bit before you cast a binding spell to make sure that the demon would not be able to leave or disobey your commands. Only when the binding spell is absolutely secured you finally released him from the magic trap. As soon as he's freed from those chains, he dropped to the ground, dramatically wheezing as though he’s been holding his breath which was really baffling to you. Frankly you should be the one doing that because you’re pretty sure his stench has messed with your ability to smell after being exposed to it for so long, even if you covered your nose most of the time. At this point you doubt you’d be able to smell anything at all for a while.

“Put your disguise back,” you commanded as you don’t wish to subject either Helios or his second in command to the horrible stench. “I’ll bring you to the Archmage and I'd advise you not to ever lie to him like you lied to me. He'd know if you do and from what I hear, he doesn’t react kindly to being lied to."

His face fell at the mention of the Archmage and while he generally looked at you with fear during your interrogation session, now he looks absolutely terrified. It’s not really surprising, the Archmages generally would kill any demons on sight to prevent them from hurting others and frankly, even the mages that work under them would be as hostile toward demons. It's poetic justice when you think about it, after all he did lead those people to their deaths and now you will lead him to his.

“There’s an Archmage here?” he asked, his appearance slowly changing back to Claude without the extreme stage of decay, his body producing that cracking and popping noise again as his freakishly long limbs turn back to normal and his antennae vanished into his skull. You hope the stench is also gone, but unfortunately you couldn't really tell.

“There’s none right now, but he does have few towers in this region and just your luck, one of them is located here in this town. You know Archmages, distance apparently means nothing to them especially when it’s urgent and I'd say this is pretty damn urgent,” you answered, sighing wistfully while you silently lamented over the permanent burn marks on your beautiful flooring from the trap spell you used. Ah, well, maybe you can ask the Archmage to teach you proper restoration spell later. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t waste any time.”

You turn to head outside and much to your annoyance, you felt the spell that bind the demon to you being tugged almost immediately, causing you to stop at your track to let out a heavy, exasperated sigh.

“Sure, you can decide to be a fool and keep tugging at it. See where that’d get you,” you warned as you open your front door, not so subtly threatening him as you are in no mood to tolerate his antics. It works, though, he immediately stopped and just silently follow you out, clearly not trying to test his luck with you any further than that.

As you walk outside, you take in a really deep breath, finally feeling like you could breathe properly again. After roughly two hours of having to power through that putrid stench he had, the fresh air feels heavenly for you. You don’t think you’ve ever been this pleased to go outside in the middle of the night before despite being really exhausted from the long day you've had.

Alas, your day has not yet ended. You still have to visit the Archmage's Tower if you want to deal with this mess quickly. You took another deep breath, this time to calm your nerves as your eyes caught the sight of the Tower from afar.

Time to visit the Archmage.

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