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holly-makes-arts · 3 months

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I’m having paulkins thoughts let me ramble for a minute

Paul’s love language is physical touch, and Emma is SEVERELY touch-starved. (It doesn’t work as well as you’d think)

I’ll elaborate (this got LONG so I’m putting a cut) but feel free to discuss!!

Against what everyone thinks, Paul is like the CLINGIEST dude ever. During TGWDLM, he’s constantly reaching for not only Emma, but Charlotte and Bill too? He keeps an arm around Charlotte as much as he can while trying to protect her during Show me Your Hands. He also reaches for an infected Bill during Let it Out.

Also the very first thing he does when he reunited with Emma at the end is HUG her! And kiss her hands! And dance with her, always keeping her close (I know that it’s technically him trying to infect her, but it has been established that the zombies retain some sense of individuality and I refuse to believe that’s not Paul’s influence).

Also also, in Black Friday, where they are an established couple, Paul again is constantly holding Emma’s shoulders in support.

Now, Emma is complicated. We know she has issues with relationships, family and romantic ones. She ran off to Guatemala and avoided every single one of her sister’s attempts to connect with her. Even in BF, where she’s actively trying to reconnect with the rest of her family, she has trouble admitting to others (and probably herself) that she’s in a committed, loving relationship with Paul.

This woman has spent all of her life putting up walls between herself and others, do you really think she’s ever let herself genuinely enjoy someone’s company?? Granted, it’s very possible that during her hiking trips she had hook-ups, or even short term relationships, but I don’t think she ever allowed herself something more meaningful.

Not until she came back to Hatchetfield, and met Paul, but most importantly, started to work on herself and her issues.

ALL this to say, I think Emma had some troubles with Paul on the early days of their relationship. He would try to hold her hand, maybe hug her, and she would freak out. Badly. Because she spent her life running away, and now, she’s getting affection she didn’t even know she needed. Paul struggles a bit to understand that it’s not because of something he necessarily did, but once Emma finally manages to explain some of her issues, he understands, and tries to be the most patient he can with her.

Ironically, sex comes easy. At least for Emma (Paul would be an awkward mess the first time (and all the other times FIGHT ME)), but again, it takes some time before Emma really lets herself be vulnerable, and truly soft with him.

Their relationship isn’t by any means perfect, but eventually they figure out each other’s limits. Emma slowly starts to let herself accept Paul’s affections, while he learns when to dial back. They work their way up to hugging, cuddling, and when Emma finally gets the courage to say “I love you” back to Paul, he stars bawling, because he knows what it truly means to her, how how much it means to hear her say it.

Anyway this is all over the place and I kinda lost what I was going at, and I didn’t mean for it to get so long but CLEARLY I have things to say and-

Yeah

#paulkins #paul matthews #emma perkins #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #the guy who didnt like musicals #tgwdlm #black friday #black friday starkid #starkid #starkid musicals #your honor theyre everything to me #i’m so soft for them #and they were soulmates #oh my god they were soulmates

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howtosingit · 1 year

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And We’re Soulmates

#tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lone star #ls spoilers #and they were soulmates

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devilry-revelry · 5 months

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Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human (Part 6)

Dropping this section of the lemony bit because this thing is taking me a decade to finish.

Minors do not interact

TW: Light bondage, light pain play, smut

[Part 1] - [Part 5]

“Are you going to take everything I give you, and say thank you?”

“You.”

The word acted as the starting pistol at the beginning of a race. In one moment Arzok was at her side, holding her gently in an effort to bring Riley comfort in the midst of her embarrassment; in the next moment Arzok was on his knees and shoving the blankets down towards the end of the bed. The sudden cold of the air had all the potential in the world to be sobering, but it wasn’t given the opportunity. Riley had all of a second to register the chill before Arzok’s hands found her thighs and she was pulled towards him. She welcomed the body heat even as the bedsheet chafed at her back and the oversized shirt she wore rode upward towards her shoulders.

“Say it again, Riley. Tell me what you want,” Arzok rasped. As he spoke he parted her legs to accommodate the space for his hips. He helped wrap her legs around his waist then gave an intimate press forward.

A steely erection undulated pointedly against her sex. It dragged out a ragged, “You!” from Riley as she arched her back and sought more friction.

The almost predatory look in Arzok’s eyes faltered as they fluttered closed. Riley had just a second to wonder if she was being too cocky when she thought him to look nearly blissful. Something in the way his eyes shuttered, the way his lips parted then gave way to an almost loopy grin made her feel almost powerful. A regular ol’ human like her could bring a creature like Arzok to this – but he didn’t let her remain in power for long.

When Arzok opened his eyes, there was a softness in his gaze that knocked her world off of its axis. Before agreeing to spend the weekend at Arzok’s house, Riley knew that the event would be a turning point in their relationship; for better or worse. The weekend would either be the start of something life-altering, or it would be the beginning of the end. Looking up into Arzok’s eyes as he leaned in for a (searing, toe-curling, silky) kiss, it was hard not to imagine a future with him in it.

A gentle tug at Riley’s shirt had her sitting up and raising her arms as he pulled the material over her head. She was about to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back in for another embrace but the material suddenly twisted at her wrists and Riley’s arms became caught up in the fabric. It would seem as though she had been lulled into a false sense of security when soft eyes and even softer kisses.

Riley’s ballooning expectation for a relaxed first time together popped when she was shoved back against the mattress, Arzok pinning her tangled limbs above her head. The tenderness was gone. Arzok’s smile was playful and wicked.

“When we are ready to take that step, I’m going to take pleasure in making sure you’re good and ready to take me,” he had said. “And I’ll make damn sure that you enjoy every fucking second of it, baby.”

Riley’s mouth began to water. She gave her wrists a cursory tug and found them to be rather stuck.

“Arzok–?”

“This okay?”

She was unable to keep the frantic enthusiasm out of her response. She nodded too quick, said “Yep!” just a bit too earnestly. Bondage wasn’t anything she had put too much consideration into trying with previous partners, but she found that she wasn’t at all opposed. Not with him.

She was learning all sorts of things about herself this weekend, it would seem.

“If you want to stop just say so alright?”

Another far too eager nod.

“Good. Now let me take a look at you, baby,” he murmured as he loomed above her, but he wasn’t just looking. His head dipped down to her chest and he nipped at one breast, licked and sucked at the other. “Can I mark you up? No where visible. Not unless you ask.”

She liked the sound of that. She liked the idea of looking down at herself and seeing the proof of their time together and feeling it hours afterward.

“Yes, please.”

“Please, huh? Are you going to be a good girl for me, Riley?” As he spoke he dipped his head down over her torso. His long hair fell forward, tickling her flesh. “Are you going to take everything I give you, and say thank you?” Before she answered, his hot mouth covered her left nipple. He drew the flesh into his mouth so roughly Riley cried out. Her pussy ached sympathetically. As he sucked, his tongue worked the puckered nipple, and he didn’t stop until well after the pressure in her breast started to hurt and she whimpered and begged for him to stop. Arzok pulled away, breaking the seal of his mouth from her flesh with an almost cartoonish pop!

Riley whined as the ache in her flesh intensified. She thought the built up pressure had hurt, but the absence of it introduced a whole new level of throbbing hurt. Arzok licked at the flesh lazily, crooning quiet encouragement. And, holy shit, she liked that. The build up of aching hurt, the release and the chase of stinging pain and the eager pulse of her nethers. When he finally pulled away, Riley finally got to see the damage. Her nipple was swollen, and the flesh that had been victim to the insistent sucking was puffy, violent with its redness. There were indentions on either side of her breast from the press of Arzok’s tusks.

Arzok would indeed leave a mark, and Riley was sure she was going to be feeling it for days.

A lazy trail of kisses crossed from one breast over to the other. Arzok stalled, mouth hovering over her flesh.

Dark eyes flickered up to meet hers. He looked like every ounce of a predator toying with his prey as he said, “Your panties are fucking soaked, baby.”

He was right. Her pussy was aching almost as badly as her breast. There was a painful, pulsing need in her core and she was sure if Arzok so much as looked at the poor thing she would come undone.

Tusks pressed against the outer swell of her breast as he sucked her flesh into his mouth. He suckled, nibbled, and licked as the hand that wasn’t busy pinning her arms started to roam downward. It tweaked her aching nipple first, then slipped down over the expanse of her torso. Fingertips skirted the outer rim of Riley’s navel, then proceeded downward to slip under the elastic of her panties.

The heady mixture of pleasure and pain blossoming in her breast was interrupted when a thick finger slipped down between her pleasure-slicked folds. The pressure of Arzok’s fingers slid down, then back up to properly expose Riley’s engorged clit – and then he set to work, tracing tight concentric circles.

Her body’s response was immediate, and eager.

“Arzok–” Riley’s sex contracted so tightly she choked. “Arzok I’m–” When the contraction eased it it gave way to bright, resonating pleasure.

Arzok pulled free from her breast, integrating further stinging pain with her pleasure, and pressed his thick finger into her fluttering sex. Riley keened in delight, not anticipating the intrusion but welcoming it all the same. He pumped slowly, letting her feel every inch of his finger before he withdrew. On the next press inward he added a second digit. It was in this manner that he dragged her through the remnants of her orgasm.

When she was finished, when she had finally come down from her high, Arzok pulled his fingers from her pussy. His smile was downright wolfish as he presented her with the proof of her pleasure. Her essence coated his fingers, obscene in the way that its wetness stretched between his digits when he parted them.

“What do you say, sweetling?”

“Whoa.”

Arzok snorted his laughter as he said, “Try again.”

“Thank you.”

“Good girl.”

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pininghermit · 11 months

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Hiiiii! I love your writing so far and I’m so excited to have found another sub Alucard blog, you have no idea! Could I be able to request a soulmate AU with Alucard? What do you have in mind? 👀

Wait Worth an Eternity (Alucard x Reader)

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Summary: to the world, the Tagar are a legend or a figment of the past long gone. None in the world have seen or heard of them for ages. None who speak of them, anyway.

Word Count: 2.2k

AN: hey thanks for requesting this awesome fic. I loved writing this and I may have gone a little over board. I hope you like it and look out for a part 2 if you do like it.

"Leave," you whisper into the air, and the darkness behind you vanishes into the nothingness of the night. Yet two remain next to you, lingering as their forms evaporate.

"Are you sure about this?" your brother whispers as his hand reaches to touch your shoulder. The black mist of his vanishing form engulfs both his hand and your shoulder from the barest contact.

"Allow us to wait here for you," your second brother adds as the night remains quiet as ever. "Come on, are you going to ignore us? We came here for emotional support." The swirling darkness continues to surround you with dramatically offended expressions on their concealed faces.

A looming castle stands in front of you, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if it was a wise choice to walk into something you avoided for so long.

You take in the rotting corpses speared in front of the castle doors that lay carelessly ajar. "Visibly welcoming," Aes, your brother, mutters under his breath. "Leave," you repeat, hoping for your brothers to listen to you for once.

You had to do this yourself. No amount of cowardice would stop you from it anymore. "Alright, we will leave for now, but if there is even an iota of doubt or danger, call for us." Maer, next to Aes, turns to you with his form materializing as he offers you his hand.

"I promise," you take your brother's hand and put all your conviction into your expression. Soon both your brothers leave you alone in the company of Castle Dracula and Belmont library.

The past filters into your conscience as your steps lead you to the withering doors of the unkempt castle.

The Tagar are an ancient race, long gone from the face of the world that monsters, humans, and in-betweens live in. They are people of old who came to life with the first breath of the world.

Many legends of the world speak of them as gods of old. Some call them creatures alike to the fea, for they were winged. Well, some of them were.

But none that live now know what they were. For words did not exist when they did. A race from a time so long ago did not speak similar languages as the current ones who freely roam the world do.

To the world, the Tagar are a legend or a figment of the past long gone. None in the world have seen or heard of them for ages. None who speak of them, anyway.

You are part of the Tagar, a legend from long ago. You have lived through ages of the world forming and deforming itself. In doing so, you watched your people build the society and then leave it for the solitude of peace.

The Tagar held the wisdom of age. With the addition of new races into the world, the oldest saw it as the time for their retreat. They held little love for conquering or coveting what they had built with so much love.

In those long years, you too had been a part of the ones who moved into the veiled world with the oldest of the world resided. Maybe the years had left you with much weariness that you need nothing more than peaceful existence besides your family.

You lived concealed in your mountains, valleys, and plains that the other races held no knowledge of. The world protected its oldest in those hidden places. Away from the newer races of its being.

It was in those uneventful hours of peace that you felt it. A tug. The world that your kind left so long ago called for you again. With a renewed urgency, you found yourself being led to the borders of the ancient magic that kept the Tagar hidden.

That day when you barely held yourself from exposing the existence of your kind, you dreamt of the bond that left you restless the entire day. Flashes of gold, silver, and black filled your vision. Swords, books, and coffins were the figments that revealed themselves as time progressed. Pain, anguish, and grief followed as the years went by. That is how you got to know Adrian, son of Count Dracula and a human healer.

You resisted every pull, every urge. The soulmate your elders spoke of had to wait. You would not burden him with your infinite eternity. You would give him decades free of the bond. He should have every right to be his person before he gets to be yours.

You waited for his quest as a savior to end. You waited for him to experience the world he saved, and witnessed him being chained to the land of his trauma. At that moment, you had wanted nothing more than to rescue him from the loneliness and sorrow of his own thoughts.

But your steps faltered when you saw them: Sumi and Taka. Ignoring the searing bindings of your bond, you stepped back as you observed the happiness that Alucard found next to the other two who entered his life. They were younger, more a part of the world that Adrian lived in. You forced your consciousness to move away from your fated, who remained unaware of your bond.

You slept little to avoid the dreams that would not stop torturing you with visions of him. You dared not look at the sun that shone with the color of his hair or the moon that seemed to reflect his eyes.

The Tagar loved intensely. Most loved once in eternity, and very few of them were granted a fated one. Maybe that is why you felt the bond before Adrian did. You felt it separated by worlds and veils of ancient magic.

You were lost in the motions of forgetting the incomplete fragments of your bond when you felt it—the fleeting end of the other end of the bond. The tug that reminded you of the world foreign to you felt lighter than ever.

That night, you dared to let your dreams guide you into the bond you ignored for long. You found yourself in the unlit halls of Castle Dracula, trashed furniture and floor adorned with broken glass, torn curtains, and rotting food. Among all the ruin lay your mate, Adrian. He lay there alone, bleeding from wounds you could not find with the fleeting form of your dream self.

The world you had wanted to give him by your absence no longer mattered. It wouldn't matter if he faded into the nothingness of grief and betrayal. Only oblivion greeted the ones who turned their backs on the world. You knew it better than any, and you could not fathom that end for him.

So after millennia of hiding, the first of the Tagar ventured into the world that forgot them. You came with your brothers and others who vehemently insisted on escorting you.

Now as you walk the path your soulmate once walked, your heart beats louder than ever. For a moment, you suspect a flying sword to rush your way with how loud your heart beats. Your steps remain sure. And from the periphery of your vision, you observe two rotting corpses that catch your attention. You do not turn to look at them, but a layer of black surrounds them as you move past them. There remains a mystery as all proof of their existence leaves the face of the world. The Tagar, after all, remain most mysterious in their ways.

The huge wooden doors to the castle do not creak as you expect them to, remaining functional as ever despite their age. You walk through silent and dark corridors that you remember but still remain unfamiliar to you. Scouring your memory, you look for clues that could lead you to Adrian.

It is then that you smell it - a cloying stench of death and decay, similar to the one that permeated the graveyard in front of the castle. Death, despite being foreign to the Tagar, remained the most familiar to your fate. It was one of the very first things you felt at the beginning of your visions, a death that reeked of fear, restlessness, but also of peace and relief.

Your anxiety increases with every passing second as you wander through the unknown halls. Rushing through unfamiliar paths of Dracula's castle, you pray to the forgotten gods of the Tagar, hoping that Adrian is still alive.

"Let him not be dead," you plead to anyone who dares listen to you. Not even the wisest of Tagar know of the fate beyond death - it is a truth known only to those who experience it. And you, for once, do not wish for your mate to find that truth.

"Adrian," you allow his name to fall from your lips. For the first time, it is uttered in the world without an ounce of doubt.

"Adrian," a name he does not remember, yet it never before felt more fitting than when he hears it from the echoing recesses of his mind. A voice he does not know, yet a voice he cannot let go.

After months of feeling a lifeless void, Adrian feels the beat of his heart. He feels something snap into place - a scary feeling for someone whose life lay in shambles. He is drunk out of his mind, and his vision remains shaky at best, but even then, he forgets to breathe the first time he lays his eyes on you.

You walk through the halls of his home with feather-light steps. Even in the dark, moonless night, you shine with a light he has never seen before, a glow that seems to mimic ancient stars. You remain put together in your haste, not even a single strand of your hair moves from its place.

"Adrian," you call his name again, and Adrian yearns to answer back. He aches to reply and answer to every call, but his words fail him. He notices your wings tucked behind your back - black like the endless void, yet even tucked away, your wings are majestic. Feathers that look soft at the very sight line your wings. Without a word exchanged between you and him, he knows the long ages you have spent before him.

Past, present, or future, you give him everything without him ever asking. He finds the ease of this fate to be unbelievable. Has it always been this easy? Were you always this close?

With the ease that rivers meet oceans, Adrian finds his head on your lap. Your worried gaze on him, your hands thread through his hair, and he does not suppress the shudder that runs through his entire body. He feels the warmth of your feathers on his cheek.

You have waited so long, for ages, for this. At that moment, he feels the weight of ages spent waiting for someone, the weariness of a lonely forever. You have loved him without any expectation of reciprocation, and Adrian feels wronged on your part. How did you not think of yourself? Why did you not come and claim him? He would have left; he would have let go of the world if that is what needed to be done for you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you repeat and Adrian finds it hard to stop you. His limbs feel heavier than ever. 'Not your fault,' he wants to tell you. His soul screams at him to comfort his fated, who is now sobbing next to him.

He wills his hand to wipe the tears lining your face. 'Don't,' he tries to say but his throat dries up at the sight of you. You hold his hand in yours as you interlace your fingers.

#alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #pining #soulmate au #and they were soulmates #immortal reader #angst with comfort #hopeful ending #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader

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freneticfloetry · 8 months

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see how it shines (x)

#tarlos #tarlos edit #911 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #and they were soulmates #the unreal unearthing has begun #it was only a matter of time

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blackopals-world · 2 years

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"Talking about your favorite manga with Idia"

Idia Shroud x femOtaku!Yuu

Warning:Not edited. All the manga titles are made up.

Yuu had read too many Isekais to not know how how to navigate Twisted Wonderland. They all said the same thing; friendship and power could overcome anything! So far that's worked everytime.

Which was....great.

Perfect as though it was by design.

Okay, not to sound ungrateful but when Yuu was transported to another world she wanted to have a different kind-of story. This was too Shojo for her taste.

Grim and Deuce had recently made a summoning portal in Ramshackle which allowed Yuu to get stuff from her world. It was a blessing to have her old stuff. Especially, her manga collection.

Twisted Wonderland had its own genres of course like; magicless worlds, epic retellings of the Seven, and Dramas about heroes and princesses. They aren't that different from the ones in Yuu's world but they lack the best genre ever.

Yuu gleefully clutched the new copy of "The Villainess will have her revenge" as she rushed from class to the cafeteria when the bell rang. She finally had time to read it after summoning it this morning.

"I don't know why you hold that thing like a baby when you could be carrying me!" Grim whined as they sprinted down the hall.

Yuu wasn't looking where she was going and ran into Ortho holding a stack of books. A painful experience but a learning one. Like, maybe don't run in the halls.

"Sorry Ortho, I was a bit distracted. Are you okay?" Yuu said blushing from ear to ear.

"I'm fine! I'd be more worried about you. You have a one track mind sometimes. Must be fun though!" Ortho sounded chipper as always but his unintentional insults could grat on nerves.

The two picked out there suff and continued in two different directions after Yuu took a moment for her favorite past time. Spoiling Ortho!

See!

She had a two track mind!

Ortho was just like Hector from "My son will be the male lead but I'm the Villain". It made Yuu want to spoil him more. Too bad that the genre was not sci-fi.

When Yuu finally sat to read she realized that this wasn't her book. It was a book on coding! She must have been too distacted by Ortho's cuteness to notice. Which can only mean HE has it!

Yuu grieved the lost of her precious to the one Otaku she can never beat. Idia Shroud! Idia was a rival of sorts but not in the annoying minor antagonists way though, in a "His power level is too high but one day I will defeat him" way.

That is to say, they are good friends who play games and watch anime together on weekends.

But that didn't mean he can take her manga out from under her!

She was about to charge to his dorm to get it when the bell rang for lunch to end. Yuu sighed and trudged to class seething.

She sent Idia a string of texts in a creepy deep speech font.

"G̴̨̗̞̟̲̘̟̽̾̅̌̏̾̌i̷̱̓̒̾v̷̡̙͖̔͜e̸̛̗̣͚̠̦͕̫͙̱̪̝̳̮̭̊̈̂͛͛͗͐̔̄̈́̂ ̷̪͇̜̣͍̋̌̀̓͐̾͛̐͗̏̀̒̓̚͠i̷̯̺̤̻̭͕̬̟̤̅͋͂̾̉̓͂̚͠t̶͚̜͎͂̑̈͛̽̏͛̈́̄̚̚͜͠ ̵̩̮̗̂b̵̨̨̢̧̨̢̛̛̦̮̻͇̺͇͕̥͗̈́͌̾ä̸̧̙̬̝̣̱̱̺̟̽̏̏̐͋̓͑̀̾͋͐̃̚͝c̸̘̬̮͈͚̫͌̒͗͋̌́͌͂͑̅̂̌̃̈́͘k̴̨̨̛̹̬̥̯̳̰̙͓̫̹̲̃͋̉́͝͝"

ψ N̷̘̲͂͑o̸͔̥̦̪͕̽̽̋̚ ψ

"Č̷͔̤͉͎̋͌͛̈́̀̅̂̀͘u̴̟̗̭̫̩͕͚͗̿͌͂̚r̷̝̰̄͌̀͒̆̋͗̃̓̓̾s̴̹͔̈́̀͠͠e̵͈̪͓̼̋̽͑̂͝ ̶̧̗̻̠̰̜̪̠̟̪̞̰̍̅̄͜ȍ̷̡͔̼̰͋̇̓̾̌͘͜n̴̫̭̪̩͙̩͇̱͚͍͈̋̑̊͋̑̊̽̉ͅ ̶̧͖̭̮̞̤̖̲͍̭̰̙͈̀̍͒̂͛̐̐͘ý̷͓̻̲͈͓̒͗́̄̐͘o̸̡̪͈͓͕̘̜̹͌́͛̿̑͗ų̴̢͔̮̤̫̯̰̹͕̦̳̣̱͆͑̓ͅ ̸̡̨̛͉̣̬̯̒͑̀̿̈́͛̔͝Ş̷̢̬͍͚̯͑̃̈͑̽ḧ̷͍͓̺̻̥́̿̈́r̶̫̩̘͍͍̭̠̝̪̞̜̀̕ͅͅo̸̢̖̬̭̭̞͙̥̊͂́̏̍̾̔̔̎͝ü̵͔̙̖̫̝̓̓̉̽͠ḑ̶̦̱̬̪͕͖̩̪̖̬͇̅͛̅͌̂̊̑͠,̷̗̙̲͙̫̮͎̙̹̉̚ ̴̛̹̥̑̉̉̑c̷̪͓̻̤͎̽̆̆͋͘ơ̶̹̮̗̭̦͖̩̤͙͓̌̃̍̀̔͆́́͒̂̈́̕̕̚u̷̺̻̬̹͐̆̕ŗ̷̛̩͉͖̤̬̟̬͌̐͒̂̂͊̈́̓͑̚͘͝͠ͅͅş̸̦͈̥̲͇̠̫̜̪̻͍̆̀̂͛̆́̄̏̍̋ͅͅe̶̡͈͚͙̤̲̳̬͖̯̪̗͕̤̮̅̔̌̿̊͐͛͋͛͒̔͠ ̷̧̨̺̪̰̺̖̜̱̳͉̜̠̝̔̒͆͐͑̾̈́͗̀̏͑͒̀́̔f̴̨̯̩͓̼͔̻̙̪̞̹̬͔́͒͒͌̈̅̓̔͌͋͜ͅo̶̡̜͖͔͎̭̯̩̹͖̦͖̗̘͑̽̈̋͗̕͜ŗ̷̨̰̥̯͓̠͖͚͙̼̠̠͖͊̀̃̒͘ ̷̺̦̅̄͗͌́͊1̵̧͓̙͍͙̙͚̘͓͋̊̊̃̾͜͜0̶̡̛̰̰̜͇͐̇͆̄́̊̉͊̓̄̈́̕͠0̷̧̨͉̯͓͛́͒̌̊̃͌̊̅̑͘͝͝ͅ0̸̜̜̮̗̲̳͔̪̎̂̔͘͝ͅ ̶̢̢̺̥͔̼̌̈̓̃͂̈́͂́̚ẏ̶̬͎͚̹͙͕̥̯͎͈̻͎̳͒͒͐̍ͅȩ̸̋̔͛͆̽͐̀͝͝͝͝a̵̲̟̰̯̍͗͋̓̀͛͂̐̏̃͒̆̈́͗̍r̵̘͓̰͖͉̫̖͐̄̉̀̾̈́̌̊̒̔s̴̳͕͈̘̰̦̙̝̪̠̩̥̈́͂̊̎͑̕͜"

"ψ S̶t̵o̶p̷ ̷t̴r̷y̶i̵n̷g̶ ̷t̸o̵ ̸c̶u̸r̸s̴e̵ ̵p̴e̴o̴p̵l̴e̸ ψ"

"But I want my book! >:("

"The one Ortho brought to me. Knew it wasn't mine. It's so normie it had to be yours."

"HOW DARE YOU! >:0"

"When classes end your ass is mine blue boy!"

True to her word Yuu burst into Idia's room after class was over.

"Normie?! What part of this is normie?!"

"I said what I said." Idia said holding the book.

He was like this this sometimes. Teasing and troublesome like the other boys but only when it was in his room where he was comfortable and with Yuu who he's comfortable with.

"How do you even know that? You've never read the series before! Abigail Nightingale is the best protagonist!"

"It's a standard world with no magic isn't it?" Idia asked flipping through the pages again.

"Absolutely not! This is a Villainess book! The best genre ever! The trope are way different! Books form your world go on and on about how non magic worlds are different and desolate. It's just another version of post apocalyptic that doesn't want to rely on magic."

"Those are the best though. It's about the struggle to survive and use technology to further life." Idia whined like he always did then his favorites where mocked.

His instrest was peaked however. He had never heard of Villainess manga. He didn't really read shojo anymore, the protagonists were boring and sparkly.

"What is the book about?" Idia asked giving back the book.

Yuu immediately went to grab the rest of her collection. She squealed in excitement as she dragged Idia to sit down next to her as she flipped through the pages of book one. They sat shoulder to shoulder well almost Idia was really tall.

"Well it's about this girl Abigail-thats her there. And this guy Fabian. They are engaged but he betrays and kills her. It's real dramatic as he stabs her the trys to throw her off a cliff!" Yuu said delighted.

"He kills her? Why?" Idia asked distressed. Why would someone do that.

"That the thing he was cheating on her with her little sister Barbara. Abigail would never allow it but her father would if Abigail dissappeared."

"Her own father?"

"Her own father." Yuu said gravely

"It's a conspiracy but she doesn't know that. Fabian tried to fake an assassination on her but she grabbed his arm before she falls and says 'If I should die, so shall you my love. If I shall die I shall haunt you till death takes you.' and she falls alone"

"What?! It ends there?!" Idia yelked panicked.

During their talk Idia managed to pull Yuu into his lap as they read. His head tucked over her shoulder to get a good view of the page. It was cozy.

"Let me get the next book."

Reluctantly, Idia let go mortified when he realized what he was doing. His hair turned a bit pink.

Yuu didn't seem to notice when she returned, she plopped right back onto his lap and got comfortable again.

" In the next book, she survived the fall but at a cost. Her face is disfigured and scarred. So, she plots her revenge. She gets a vision, and it shows her the truth of her world. She is a character in a story. She is the villain, and her sister is the lead."

"That's bullshit. She was sleeping with her fiance." Idia grumbled and mumbled into Yuu's shoulder.

Yuu blushed as she noticed the feeling of Idia's lips near her neck as he talked to himself.

"Yeah, that's the point of the genre. It points out the usually the person made to be the villain is usually right. It points out the unreliable narrators of the "original" story. They can break promises and betray others but they get to be heroes. You're a bad guy for telling them no. Everything bad isn't their fault it's someone else's and they have to pay their price. It's not fair that someone else discides your fate and you have to follow it." Yuu sighed

It was clear it bothered her. Life in this world seemed to pull her towards staying here, just like in her manga. She wanted to rebel against that just because she felt trapped. But is that what she wanted? It confused her.

Idia didn't know the depth of Yuu's inner conflict but he knew her well enough to know when she was upset. He cautiously wrapped an arm around her waist in a sort of hug. It's harder for him to purposely initiate contact but Yuu appreciated it.

Idia marveled at the thought of these books understanding what he believed. Happily ever after is relative. No one can be happy forever and happiness comes at the cost of others. But this series made him believe that change was possible and Yuu made him believe that while happiness is not a constant it could last.

They spent the night laughing, ranting, and gushing over their favorite scenes. Unfortunately, they could binge the whole series so they had to schedule more of their reading sessions.

Yuu reminded a bunch of other series to read when they finished like "The Villainess who loved the Evil Emporor", "My Husband will be King", and "Hands off my son evil woman!"

#idia shroud #idia x y/n #idia x yuu #otaku!Yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland idia #twisted wonderland Ortho #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #and they were soulmates #cringe couple

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19daysmemes · 1 year

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#19 days #he tian #mo guan shan #19 days update #tianshan #and they were soulmates #omg they were soulmates

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interestinglittlerelationship · 10 months

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Okay I have now watched the teaser on loop at least 20 times and the look on Henry’s face at the end makes me laugh every single time. It’s actual PERFECTION. 😍

#red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #and they were soulmates #i'm so 😍😍😍😍😍#firstprince

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tresadier · 1 year

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(Since they turned off reblogs, I'll make my own post)

Bumbleby (Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long) from RWBY!

Not only on their clothes, but their eyes are the same color as the other's aura (the physical manifestation of the soul): Blake's eyes are golden like Yang's aura

And Yang eyes are purple like Blake's aura

And lastly, when Blake's weapon breakes she fixes it with golden metal

Anyways, go watch RWBY

#and they were soulmates #omg they were soulmates #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby

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sznofthesticks · 25 days

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rachel why are you attacking me today 😭😭😭😭

HAHAHAHAH tessa im not sorry 🤭

have more!!

i am in my soulmates feels tonight and i’m making it everyone else’s problem!!

#AND THEY WERE SOULMATES #911 lone star #asks #tarlos #ladytessa74

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uwemagain · 2 years

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They feel like beginnings

Akk & Ayan | The Eclipse

#and they were soulmates #once again got literary brain wee woo #but honestly am loving this series #and loving them #they have been doing a beautiful job portraying some really heavy emotional scenes #Pavana Reddy #rangoli #my gifs #the eclipse #the eclipse the series #gmmtv #thai bl #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat

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rezehatesyou · 2 years

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who would’ve thought robin “she’s such a priss” buckley would fall hard for nancy “the priss” wheeler herself?

(me. i did. since i saw the first moment they laid eyes on each other. ronance is canon don’t believe false media that says otherwise)

#robin buckley #robin and nancy #nancy x robin #nancy and robin #ronance #nancy wheeler #stranger things 4 #stranger things #and they were soulmates #they are in love #your honor theyre gay #please duffers #i love lesbians

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florwork · 11 months

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me knowing “if only” and “her voice” and “one step closer” won’t be featured in the film: 😔😩🥺😭😪🌚💀

me after hearing “wild uncharted waters”: 🥹😍🥳🥰💕♥️💗💖💞❣️💚🧡💙💜💛💘❤️‍🔥

#the little mermaid #FINALLY PEOPLE WILL RECOGNIZE THAT ERIC IS THE BEST PRINCE #BUT WHERE WAS HER ICONIC PURPLE DRESS IN THE ENDING #THEMMMMM #and they were soulmates #disney ariel #prince eric #I GOT IT SO BAD FOR HIM #they are literal mirrors of each other WAHHH #BUT THEIR CHEMISTRY THO #simp Eric 2023 #I loved them in the animated version but HERE ALSNADKDNFM

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pininghermit · 9 months

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Alucard with a Dhampir Reader

AN: I tried guys.

Please read part 1 before you continue with this.

Now normal people born to normal parents aren't born with sharp fangs and gleaming eyes but such was not the case for you.

You were born a dhampir to your very much human parents. In fact they were normal enough to not be familiar with the term dhampir.

Your 'peculiarities' had been ignored in the favor of living a quiet and uneventful life and you had lived such life with your parents. Working in the farm or skipping stones by the village pond.

That is until everyone around you aged. Waves of time swept everyone but you. Peer that you grew up with were long resting in their graves but you lived alone. Some years you were the blood sucking vampire while others the friendly neighborhood witch.

Your uneventful life was long and boring. Nothing to entertain your fancy except for the bite mark on your neck. You could not remember when you first started looking for the reason behind for your existence but the more you tried the harder it got to get to a reason.

It then, that you met him. You mistook him for a beggar on the first sight. There was no shortage of them by the city you had found yourself in. But he was more than a beggar.

Dreams, nightmares, or visions of past lives flooded your nights. All changed except for him. He who found you in every path of your past. He who now wanders the streets with an empty look in his eyes.

Maybe you should have resented him. Lamented for your loss of a normal life. Or grieved your tragic death in the past but you could not bring yourself to mourn for the past when you had to go find him in the present.

You searched every town, every city, every port looking for him as he had done once for you. But all you find is the whisp of his presence long gone.

Adrian his name barely escapes your lips without holding back the tears that fill your eyes at his very thought. How did he bear it? Such pain, such tragedy. He did it all without a complain and the fate had been so cruel to him.

So, when you spot him on a warm summer night your heart does not allow you to rest. You rush and settle all your past dues. You hold Adrian close. You take his trembling fingers and run them on the bite marks that adorn your neck. A mark from another life that brought you together in this life.

Your reunion is not without hurried apologies, remorseful words or guilt laden confessions. You find your beloved broken beyond what seems repairable and for a fleeting second you wonder if it another cruel joke of your fates.

Instead of the loving husband of your past lives you find a scared man. Adrian pleads you to let go. He flees your every touch and it burns your soul. "I...don't come near. I am not good...I have hurt you and I cannot-" your beloved breaks down. You barely resist the want to pull him in your arms and comfort him. To tell him that death had been nothing but a failure in keeping you both apart. Instead you kneel next to Adrian and hold on to his hands. You do not speak. Your presence is the only comfort you offer him.

Since that night you follow the one who seems to have been the only one the time has spared to you. The only one you would accept this eternity with.

"I had to die. It was bound to happen one way or another," you cup your beloved's face. "My only regret is that it came at your cost. That my fate has caused you this sorrow," next to simmering fire and under the vast skies you kiss your beloved gently.

Slowly but surely your Adrian returns to you. In the form of sweet banter or his snobbish knowledge of spices. He returns.

"My fall is yours to claim," Adrian holds your hands in his. "My rise is yours to claim." His words ring in the quiet clearing.

Flower crowns adorn both your heads. You need to ring, no altar to bind yourself to him. "My death is yours to claim, my life is yours to claim," you promise the dhampir you have met in life, death, and in-between.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #mates au #Hermit has no idea what to do #bad at fluff author #and they were soulmates

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