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squerlly · 1 day

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Fair Exchange Chapter 6

--------------"love shows us to appreciate what we have"----------------

Alastor x (F! wife doe reader)

The Buck & The Doe---------------------------------------

The Buck:

y/n has been avoiding me lately, she serves me my breakfast and hurries off before I get a chance to speak to her. I'm sure this has to do with what happened last week, I regret yelling at her like that but I must keep my shadow away from her, I don't need it causing trouble. Especially with what it did, I should have known when it was following her.

It keeps pacing through the walls of my office, eager to see her... because..., I want to see her. How soft her cheeks felt under its fingertips, her rosy lips and warm skin. But I made a deal I wouldn't touch her, and a promise to myself I wouldn't get attached, I can't get attached. Not when I have a reputation to uphold.

I hear Charlie starting something downstairs, so I stand from my desk and make my way to the railing on the top floor. While investigating I see poorly spelled decorations and sloppy streamers pasted around the hotel. The banner said "welcome dad" wich can only mean...

I faze to the floor and appear downstairs by the door, Charlie opens it and- "CHARLIEEE!!" Lucifer says while giving Charlie a life-squeezing hug "It is so good to see you!" "Hey, Dad its uhh- good to see you, too..." she takes a breath and announces his welcome to the hazbin hotel.

He acts so childishly with his color pallet of ugh... white, and his sad excuse of a staff. He looks around before spotting the bar I had created "What in the unholy hell is that!?" "Just some of the renovations we had done, adds a bit of color don't you think" he gives me a sneer "And who are you?" I faze behind him causing him to flinch "Alastor pleasure to be meeting you, sir, quite a pleasure" I shake his staff, cleaning off my hand from whatever filth he accumulated "It's nice to finally put a face to the name, you are much shorter in real life"

"Who- who is this are you the bellhop" How dare he "Aha, no I am the host of the hotel, you must have heard of me from my radio broadcast~" At the corner of my eye I see y/n beside me looking at lucifer curiously, she hasn't stepped this close to me in a while. "Nope I guess that's why Charlie calls it the Hazbin hotel aha"

I turn my attention back to the "fun-sized" man in front of me "Ahaha it was actually my idea" "Hahaha, well it's not very clever" "Aha fuck you!" Charlie grabs Lucifer and y/n grabs my arm separating us.

The Doe:

Lucifer the Lucifer Morningstar is here? And he fighting with Alastor... I pulled Alastor away trying to calm him down, he just scowled at Lucifer while I tried to pull his attention away from him and onto me. We haven't talked in a while and I assumed it would be best to give him space since he seemed quite unhappy this past week.

I frown, and he looks away with a huff, walking away from me. "Without Alastor, we haven't been able to pretty it up this much," Charlie says with a smile "Charlie has a unique vision, and I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests~"

Lucifer growls and I just know things are about to get ugly "she is quite an impressive young lady, we are all veeery proud of her" Really Alastor, provoking the king of hell!! Really smart "Charlie why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends," he says pushing past Alastor.

She introduces vaggie and the others, he seems really supportive of Charlie in an... odd way. Although I would have expected the king of hell to be a little more, scary...

Charlie walks up to me where I stand next to Alastor "And this is y/n one of Alastors friends!" Ouch... "hello it's nice to meet you" I say with a polite smile and wave, he shakes my hand and I hear Alastors static get louder. I feel somebody grab me by the waist and shove me aside before seeing the chandelier fall on the floor with dust everywhere.

I look and Alastor stands behind me, his ears pinned back slightly with a tight smile. Lucifer breaks into song, telling Charlie how he can help her with anything she needs free of charge, I step aside watching Alastor bud in and tell Charlie how he's better fit for the job. I haven't seen Alastor this riled with anyone other than Vox.

Their little argument over who is better was cut short when... "it's meee yes it's meeee, I know you were waiting for MEEE" I groan as Mimzy bursts through the doors singing.

"Mimzy!!" Alastor shouts from behind me, giving her a warm hug. "I thought I'd stop by, say hi for old times sake" "Of course sweetheart everyone is welcome here" Mimzy has been around Almost as long as I have, with her knowing Alastor when he was alive, dancing and drinking together like they're best friends "oh quite a talent this gal hoho, you should have seen her in her heyday~"

She also sees me as competition, its no secret that she likes Alastor more than just friends, its why we don't get along. I was never the jealous type, it didn't matter to me how close she got to Alastor, but its was the way she did it, Pushing me around or secretly judging me. I didn't like her because Alastor always let her get away with being well... a bitch.

I stand at the bar with husk and we both exchange annoyed glances, husk doesn't like Mimzy either, she's always teasing him about being Alastors pet. Charlie, Alastor, Vaggie, and Lucifer walk down the hallway for a tour, and Mimzy bounces over asking for a drink. She purposefully sits beside me "My my is that husker? Alastor still has you slinging hooch for him I see~ classic" She then turned to me with a frown "y/n, you're looking well"

My eye twitches and I grip the counter's edge "As do you..." She takes a long sip of her drink and then speaks "I thought Alastor would have got tired of ya by now" "And I thought an exterminator got you" She narrows her eyes and Angel walks over "So uh... you and Alastor are what friends?" He says sitting between both of us, exchanging glances with Husker.

"Well your words, not mine, but I think it fits" She stops and gives us a confused look "Why so surprised?" Angel gives me an ill-handle this look and I stand up to leave, and I make my way over to the hallway where Alastor is. I see Husk rush out passed me with a scared look and I stop, "Alastor?..." I call out, seeing scratch marks on the ceiling.

"Yes" I hear from behind me and I turn with a gasp "Oh my, heh you, uhm... ok?" I say holding my chest from being startled "Don't worry my dear just a small matter that's already been taken care of" he says straightening his bow tie while We stand in the hallway in awkward silence.

The Buck:

I look down at y/n as she toys with her fingers, and I lift my hand almost touching her. She looks up at me nervously and I stop, she so close in reach, I wanted to touch her, and hold her close but I don't. I drop my hand and speak "I apologize for my behavior last week, I'm above yelling at you for things you didn't do, I'm sorry..." I say and she looks up at me with those sweet soft understanding eyes.

"That's ok, I forgive you..." she whispers with a smile, my heart speeds up and heat burns my cheeks. What is the matter with me why am I acting like this, I have known this woman for more than 75 years, and not once have I had a reaction like this towards her. I'm the radio demon, I'm not soft and weak, I'm merciless and terrifying. I shouldn't be fretting over silly little feelings for my wife.

I grip my staff tighter, feelings for my wife... my wife "Are you alright Alastor, you haven't been acting like yourself" she reaches out and touches my hand, making my breath hitch. I have fallen for my wife, I have fallen for y/n heartfelt. This small, innocent woman who has cared for me, tended to me, helped me since the day I dragged her down here, And It took decades to realize.

"I'm alright dear, it has been a stressful week. Shall we head back to the lobby?" I say gripping her hand lightly, she visibly relaxes before nodding.

The Doe:

As Alastor and I make our way for the hallway, we feel the floor shake, and I give Alastor a puzzled look. He looks around and we rush to see what's going on, lucifer, Vaggie, and Charlie walk through a portal and everybody starts to panic. "Mimzy you lousy bitch, we know your in there!!" Everybody turns their attention to her and she retreats behind the bar.

"Mimzy what did you do!?" I say storming over to her "I may have crossed some lone sharks that I may or may not have borrowed 50 grand from, and stolen a car, that I then ran over the lone shark's girlfriend with but that bitch had it comin'!!!"

suddenly large rocks burst through the windows and the hotel begins to shake, Alastor pushes me behind the bar and walks over to stop vaggie from attacking "No my dear leave this to me, it's time I remind everyone why I am here" large black tendrils start coming out of his back and his eyes turn into radio dials "A reminder to all not to mess with the radio demon!" he crawls out of the hotel's broken doors, his body getting larger and larger "I'm going to devour each and every one of you!!"

I step out from behind the bar witnessing what can only be described as a massacre, I have only seen Alastors body expand once or twice, and surprisingly I'm not as afraid of it as I should be. Charlie and her dad argue about the hotel's cause while Angel and Husk eat popcorn.

once Alastor is done he shrinks back to his normal size and I run up beside him "Oh I miss getting to let off steam~" he says twirling his staff. Mimzy comes out from the corner and claps "Oh Alastor you did a fantastic job, bravo as always thanks for helping out little old me from a tough spot, your such a pal"

The buck:

I turn and see Mimzy walking over to me, pushing y/n out of her way nearly causing her to fall. she's not going to bring danger, have me clean up her mess, and throw my wife around. no... she's not getting away with it this time "Sorry about the mess but I'm sure y/n could take care of it for ya~" my eyes narrow as I speak

"Mimzy I think you should go" She looks at me and scoffs "Oh you are so funny, such a jokester. you don't really care about this hotel do ya? you heartless. son. of. a. bitch" I peel her hands off of me "I mean it, you deliberately brought trouble, you are welcome to stay if you really want to give redemption a try, but we both know that's not your style, so you need to leave" she looks at me in disbelief and I raise a brow "pff fine, who needs ya, good luck with your hotel and your little princess, see if I care"

She walks away and I turn my attention back to y/n whos dusting off her dress, I look at her seeing that she has not a single scratch "Are you alright my dear?" she nods with an expression I can't quite read "We should head back inside, and check on the others"

The Doe:

I rush in seeing the hotel in bad shape, with holes in the walls, glass everywhere, and parts of the ceiling missing but thankfully nobody's hurt "Oh Charlie I'm sorry about the hotel..." she breaks her hug with vaggie and walks over to me "hay its ok, I'm sure Alastor can help fix this up in no time" I look around but don't see lucifer "Uh... Charlie where is your father?" "he left back to his house... mansion... castle... whatever you wanna call it but he got me a meeting with heaven!!!"

she lets out an excited squeal, grabbing vaggie "Come on vaggie let's go pack, we're going to heaven!!!" "oh that's, great... yeah let's do that, yay heaven..."

I'm so so so so so so sorry that this came out later than I wanted but some family things came up while I was working on this. however, its finally out. I hope you guys liked this chapter and as always stay tuned and have a wonderful day/night!!

-squerlly

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suratan-zir · 17 hours

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Hi. I wanted to ask how you have those among Ukrainians who believe in russian propaganda. I just met one refugee from Kharkov, and he told me that Putin is fighting for the Russian world, and it was the United States that started the war. He reasons that since he speaks Russian, he should support Russia's actions. And this despite the fact that his city was bombed, and he and his family were on the verge of life and death.

Hi. I can't really answer this. I mean, I can try, but I'm not good at answering vague questions. I'm not well-spoken enough.

How come so many USAmericans worship Trump and see him as a savior of the poor when he's the exact opposite? How come far-right parties all across Europe gain more and more popularity, with people believing that fascists in power will resolve all their problems? Hell, we can take it a step further and ask how come people become anti-vaxxers and flat Earth believers? The answer is only one - propaganda. People fall under the harmful influence.

Russian propaganda has been extremely active in the southeast of Ukraine basically since we gained independence. Russia has been spending millions upon millions on brainwashing Ukrainians. The propaganda became more and more aggressive since the Orange Revolution. It was everywhere in the Donbas, you couldn't even wear a piece of orange clothing without risking being beaten up.

I was only a middle-schooler, but I remember it in detail. Propaganda materials such as leaflets were distributed everywhere. I remember one with Viktor Yushchenko (pro-European presidential candidate) against the background of the US flag and Uncle Sam who's saying, "Yushchenko is our pResident." I remember asking my mother what it meant, and she said it means that Yushchenko is a very bad person. This stuff was wild. And it only got wilder.

Russian propaganda claims over the years varied from the statement that "Donbas feeds the entire Ukraine" to "pro-European politicians and the US will make concentration camps in the Donbas for the Russian-speakers and will populate the territory with people from the West instead." I don't know how, but people believed in this purely artificial conflict. Not only were there never any persecutions against the Russian-speakers, but you would actually feel more comfortable speaking Russian in Ukraine. In most regions, the Ukrainian language was considered a "redneck" language and would get you nowhere. Of course, the Ukrainian government is also to blame for letting Russia control the narrative. But for most of these independent years, Ukraine was basically externally managed by Russia. During Yanukovych's presidency, we were like Belarus is now - a false "president" taking instructions straight from the Kremlin. So the brainwashing was getting worse and worse.

I told this story several times, and I'll tell it again. Before the "referendum" in Donetsk, most people laughed at the idea of the "republic." It was supported by some local lunatics, but mostly the whole thing was done by russian mercenaries and russian military. During this time, my aunt told me that those who support this are crazy and they're calling war into our homes. She was a reasonable person. She had a job, a nice apartment of her own, a happy family, and a bright future ahead. In 2015 they fled from Donetsk to russia, along with my grandmother. Why to russia? Propaganda. Then they got russian citizenship and used it to vote for putin. I asked how they could vote for him after what he did to them, after they lost it all. "We're thankful he gave us a home, gave us citizenship," was the answer. At first, he took everything from you, ruined your life, then let you restore a tiny bit of it - and you're grateful. I don't know how this works. It's not like they were welcomed in russia, they faced a lot of prejudice and oppression for being from Donetsk. To the point that my cousin was bullied at school for being from the Donbas, not only by kids but by teachers, despite being an excellent student and graduating with honors. Russians are outraged that their state "rescues" and "helps" those Donbas khokhols instead of helping "true" russians.

In the second month of the full-scale invasion, my grandmother proposed that I move to them, to the moscow region of russia. "This is the country that is trying to kill us all, how can you ask me to move there?" "What difference does it make which country to live in? It's safe here." So along with pro-putin brainrot comes also apoliticalness, passivity.

I'm rambling at this point. I don't want to go on about this forever, like I know I can. Let's leave it at this.

#ask #anon #ukraine #russian propaganda #war in ukraine

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love-toxin · 5 hours

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Finale -> Lyney

plot: you and lyney can't really "agree" on the terms of your sudden breakup.

(cws: yandere!lyney, gn!darling, good ol' male manipulating, jealousy & cheating accusations, threats, crying, breakup angst w/ fluffy ending)

wc: 2k

It generally took very little for Lyney to find issue with something you'd done. Your partner was not callous or cruel by any means–in fact, he was often quite kind and caring, moreso than most others you'd met in your day-to-day life.

But if he was anything, Lyney was, well…devoted. Dedicated might be a more professional word, but the devotion of Fontaine's most prominent magician could not be understated nor ignored. Lyney was a performer, an artist, a man of great talent and greater loyalty, and nothing on the soil of Teyvat–not an ocean nor a rippling puddle–could tear him away from someone he proclaimed to love and adore. Nor would he ever allow someone he had devoted himself to be ripped from his embrace.

That was exactly where you found yourself now. The breakup had not gone well…Lyney had taken it quite badly. If the tears and desperate pleas for you not to leave weren't enough, the begging and tugging on your sleeves as he tried not to let you step away from him was simply too much to bear. He switched from devastation to fury in moments, flipping between one and another like an absolute crazed madman. He swapped between sobbing, begging to know what he'd done to ordering you through spiteful tears to tell him who the “other man” was, as if he were flipping one of his coveted playing cards. He grew so unhinged so quickly even Lynette had to get between the two of you to calm him down, and it just made it so much more of an ugly mess.

“Please, just think about it. My brother really loves you. Can't you two work it out?” Her words had come from a loving place, you knew, but it was simply not in the cards for you any longer.

You'd long grown sick of Lyney's jealousies, his possessiveness, his hunger for you that overwhelmed all common sense at all the wrong times and places. He wouldn't give you space and he wouldn't take no for an answer whenever you swore you would never leave him. It was his own fault that you had to go back on all those promises he never believed.

Now, all you had to do was pack your things. Lynette had graciously let you know when he was supposed to be out so you could come and collect them in peace, without starting another argument. But so very like her; she neglected to tell you that she'd also informed Lyney of when you were coming, and by the time you stepped into his room your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. It was instantly too late to leave. You sighed, and your former lover's ears perked up as he sat back on his chair by the desk. Clearly, he had stayed to wait up for you.

“...And where is this attitude coming from?” He bit at you with a snark that had never before been directed at you in particular. You elected simply to say nothing; it would be best for both of you not to say a word. So while he stewed in his own feelings across the room, you shuffled over to the wardrobe right by the door and started stuffing things into the bag you'd brought, whatever you could reach. His violet eyes glowed with frustration, burning holes right through your back like lasers.

“Don't, Lyney. Please.” Your timid voice interrupted the tense silence that followed. At once you felt the air shift, and heard the sigh of Lyney behind you that warned you of an impending change of heart. Him being angry at you was all a farce. In truth he hated to show any irritation towards you at all, and even in relatively harmless fights he would always end up folding much sooner than you ever thought to as he despised not having your favour. The creak of the chair echoed in the small chamber, as did his footsteps as he methodically made his way towards you. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Your fingers twitched as he took in a breath just a hair's length from your neck.

“I miss the scent you always leave on my pillow…” He muttered quietly. You said nothing. He took a strand of your hair between his gloved fingers, and it took everything within you not to cringe in anticipation of him ripping it out of your head. “I tried to use the soap you wash it with, but it just smells like nothing without you. It's not even worth the money.” He leaned forward, eyes closed, and delicately pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck.

Oh. Why had you let him do that? Why were you letting him still get closer, his chest and his hips meeting yours from behind? You didn't even make a move to flinch at the contact, and that was all that would have stopped Lyney if you had the guts to do it.

Perhaps the answer was obvious. You didn't want him to pull away.

“...You know, if you come back to me, I'll buy it for you from now on.” Now came the bargaining again. Lyney's hands moved upwards to brace your hips, and although you moved your own palm over one of them, your muscles still refused to contract and tug his off of you. Lyney slowly started to sway with you, taking hold of you like a little porcelain doll to posture as he pleased. This dance was so familiar–he would do this every time you stood at any counter, and distract you from whatever you were doing–and it was the nostalgia, you realized, that was stopping you.

“Lyney, we're broken up.” Your lip wobbled while you swung that truth at him like a weapon. But he seemed…unaffected. His words had no tinge of hurt nor malice like they had before.

“We can get back together.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “All this will go away. I can make all the bad things go away. I can get rid of whoever's pulling you from me-”

“Lyney, I told you there was nobody else.” You broke away from his touch, away from those fingers that crept down your sides and the hug he'd been holding you in from behind. You stepped away and turned to face him, your conviction still not as unwavering now that you'd allowed yourself a moment to bask in Lyney's attention.

“And I told you that you're a damned liar, sweetheart.” Lyney suddenly spoke through gritted teeth, though his smile remained albeit much more tense and nowhere near the vicinity of reaching his eyes. “I'm sure it was that ginger rat that was sniffing around you, but I told you, I've already forgiven you. Plus, he's out of the picture–there's nothing keeping us apart anymore.”

“Lyney, stop! Can you just stop? Why can't you ever just believe me when I tell you anything?” The huff in your tone barely moved the needle for Lyney this time. He was clearly too wrapped up in the gleam of your eyes and the soft press of your lips together as you spoke to take in anything you were saying.

“You're so beautiful when you're angry.”

“You're not listening to me.”

“Kiss me.”

How many times had your arguments culminated into this? Into Lyney grabbing your waist against your will, all smiles and teasing giggles, as he blew puffs of air against your skin until your composure broke? He darted forward with eager lips to try and catch you, just barely backing you into the wardrobe, and on the third try he actually cracked your facade–his desperate kissy sounds and gentle tickling actually made you laugh. Really laugh, for the first time in what felt like ages. And for perhaps the first time, he didn't claim his prize once he figured he'd won. He stood back, hands still gripping you gently, and just watched as you laughed and snorted at how bad his aim was. “Just like always,” You said, and that part hit a nerve within him.

“Come back to me.” He faced you with a serious disposition yet again, and although you balked and rolled your eyes at the moment growing tense yet again, he persisted. “Let's forget this. I'll do better.”

“No you won't, Lyney.” You sighed. “You never change.”

“I will for you.” He swore, moving closer to keep your gaze as if losing it would mean losing this battle he was fighting so hard. “I'll change. I'll be better. I'll do anything for you. Anything.”

“Will you? Change, I mean?” You hesitated even to ask, but Lyney did more than answer. He dropped to his knees right there, his hat tumbled away and off to the side. He wouldn't look up at you with anything but doe eyes, his chin resting snugly against your soft stomach as he held your waist in his arms from below.

“I love you more than life itself. I'll be a better man, I swear. I'll change. I'll change right now! I won't…I won't ever doubt you again.” He nuzzled his face deeper into your belly. He clearly must have missed you at least twice as much as you expected, since he seemed to shudder in pure bliss at just the warmth of your skin through your clothes–a reprieve you had no idea he wanted to claw his eyes out over the fear of losing. He spoke again from the muffled depths of your shirt. “Just come back to me. I'm sorry I never believed you when you said you wouldn't leave. I won't hold it against you–I drove you away, didn't I? It's my fault. I-I deserve it, but I…” He sniffled, and turned his cheek to your stomach instead to keep from soiling your clothes with his tears. “...I just want you back. I feel like I can't breathe without you, my darling. Please come back, and I'll fix everything.”

And in the midst of so many conflicting feelings, you stood there and let him cry. Although this time was brief and much less charged than when you'd first broken up with him, in this moment you let your body move on its own to soothe his pained woes. Your fingers slid through his blond locks and stroked him, trailing over his scalp in waves that instantly calmed Lyney down. You fidgeted with the ends of his hair with your other hand as well, mindlessly combing through those messy stray hairs that you always watched him tuck back into place before a performance. You did love Lyney. As much as you wanted to hate his attitude towards your separation, you could only feel sympathy now–it was a dangerous game you were playing with someone as manipulative as he could be, but you didn't know that, at least not well. You had no idea that even now, those gentle sobs were nothing but crocodile tears.

Lyney did well to shield you from all that. And when your knees started to buckle, and your strong will began showing cracks, your ex-lover went in for the kill with one last, yearning look up at you, eyes glistening with fresh tears.

“Please, baby?”

You were finished. The words didn't even register as they tumbled out of your mouth–all you knew was that in a moment, Lyney was up on his feet and he was hugging you tight, nearly crushing your bones as he promised ad nauseum that he wouldn't waste this precious chance. He would be better, he would do better, he would listen and be more attentive and not be so pushy–and though you only believed half of those promises in the moment, the desperation with which he kissed you and the squeeze of his arms trapping you in a tearful hug inflated some sense of belonging within you.

At least with Lyney you felt wanted. You felt desired, needed, not like a piece of furniture or a token but as someone who literally laid the ground for him to walk on. He wouldn't dare breathe an ounce of air if you weren't around to give him a reason to. And as bad as it might turn out to be when the people closest to you start going missing….at the very least, the man who refuses to live without you will only get closer and closer to your side, desperate to earn that approval of yours that he coveted more than all the Mora in the gods' universe.

#lyney #lyney x reader #lyney genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #ellie writes #2k #(& yes i finally got to fontaine quests & lost my mind over this twink)

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starlightfayee · 1 day

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Sung Jinwoo × Monarch Female Reader

"Bring me to life (Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) —Call my name and save me from the dark."

Wherein, Sung Jinwoo was confused, he did not know you, so why, why are you making him feel this way? What did you do to him? Supposedly, you were nothing to him but a normal person passing by— or are you?

(Ps: I switched to using "her" and "you" all the time unconsciously, sorry)

It was a normal morning for Sung Jinwoo, He was on his way to fight another high level gate completely by himself, he doesn't know why, but he felt like walking his way there, it has been only 2 days since the gate appeared, and he quickly appointed that gate to be his to clear.

So, maybe he does have all the time to just walk his way there, there's no rush.

This day is just the same, plain boring day for him to level up again and again, to be able to fight all the dungeon monsters and level up to the max, to finally know what the monarch from that S rank gate on Japan is talking about, and to know who is the man that killed Go Gunhee, that's just how this day is supposed to be, right?

"Then why... Did it not feel like that?" He muttered to himself, he was curious, as to why he feels nervous, as if some higher being is in this area, watching his every move.

Shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't it be him that is watching people around from his shadows?

This must mean that either the elf thing is here, or someone like it, or maybe someone stronger than it.

Unfortunately, due to Jinwoo being deep in thinking, he didn't notice a lady in front of him, and the Lady seemed to be deep in thinking, too.

So they bumped into each other, since the lady is a bit smaller than Jinwoo, she stumbled backwards but Jinwoo managed to hold her in her waist to prevent her from falling.

Wait, why did it feel so familiar? As if he already did this before, as if he already held the woman in front of him before. Who... Is this woman? Her presence is something else. It's calm, but it holds a lot of power.

"who are you?" He asked, but the lady spoke up at the same time as him.

"Thank you, lov—" Her words were cut by herself, and she coughed up.

"I mean, Thank you." She gently held his hand that was on her waist before gently removing them.

His eyes widened, he completely forgot to remove his arms, but why did he feel disappointed when she removed it? Who the hell is this woman?

He looked at her eyes, and he felt like he lost himself completely by her stunning pair of (eye colors) eyes, it also held a lot of emotion, it's so...

"mesmerizing." He blinked, did he accidentally say that out loud? Yes. Did he regret it? Maybe. All he knows is he wants to just stare at her eyes for forever, completely forgetting the gate he was supposed to clear.

"my, thank you. However, I'm afraid I need to leave, I will be back again, until then, please wait a little longer. We will be together again, and no one will ever be able to separate us." Her (eyes color) eyes glowed, she bowed in front of him and left.

What did she say? Together? Again?

"what do you mean, miss—?" He asked, it's not too late, she was just a couple of meters away from him, she could definitely hear his question.

"My name is (First Name) (Last Name), don't forget that!" She spoke without looking back, and Sung Jinwoo felt a sense of deja vu hit him like a truck.

"look, you're all healed! My name is (First Name) (Last name), don't forget that." He could not see the woman's face clearly, but he could see her glowing (eyes color) eyes winking.

He held his head, what was that? A memory? Did he forget something? Did he actually know that woman?

Remembering he has a gate to take care of, he shook his head and ran to that gate's way to finish it off quickly,

And to have time to think on what is actually happening, and who that woman is.

••~••

A lot of time had passed, and a big gate appeared in the sky of South Korea, the guilds and association had been gathering hunters all over the world to help them.

All that time, yet, the woman he bumped accidentally did not leave his mind, she also didn't show up to him again.

After meeting her, he felt the feeling of someone watching him grow intensely. Like there's someone watching his every single move, and not even blinking.

It's weird, he did not know her, —She's nothing to him, he didn't even know her, so why are you making him feel this way? Why can't you leave his mind? Why did he feel like he can't wait any longer till he meets you again just like you said?

He's currently on top of a building, looking through his contacts to spend his time with, he scrolled mindlessly through his contacts.... Yet, it felt like the words in his screen are blurred, and all he could think was when is he gonna meet you again? Can't it be today?

He sighed, how did you make him feel this way? He tried to find you through his shadows, but the results are disappointing, he can't find any single hint of your existence, as if you disappeared into the thin air.

He decided to just eat at a nearby restaurant to try and take his mind off of you, who keeps entering his mind without permission!

And then, he received a call from the now President Woo Jinchul, saying some human-like beast had caused havoc in the middle of Seoul.

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It turns out there will be a 1 vs 3 fight, three monarchs, vs the strongest monarch of all, shadow monarch, is it equal? Maybe. But Jinwoo has his limit, he still had yet completely taken Ashborn's power, the three monarchs have advantage and that is knowledge.

He killed the insect whatever monarch, it was the easiest to kill, after all.

But after a few more minutes of fighting, he lost. The beast paled his chest with his claws, and the frost monarch stabbed Jinwoo with his own daggers.

He is frozen slowly, and before he completely gets frozen, an attack from the frost monarch was blocked by an all familiar lady.

"just a little more, love. Just a little more..." She looked back at him, and exactly when he saw her face, everything went black, and he woke up in a hospital.

"I swear, I would've killed you in this instant, but death would be the easy way for you to perish, hmm? So, till My Beloved Shadow Monarch gained his full powers, you will be entertaining me. Do not disappoint me, okay?" You smiled sadistically that sent shivers to the two monarch's spine.

The player possessed the black heart

The player has met all the requirements needed for passive skill, (Unknown)

Passive skill (Unknown) has been activated

Jinwoo gasped and immediately stood up, he is now in the hospital.

He kept panting as he held his clothing in his chest.

"a dream? Was it all a dream? Am I in the hospital?" He looked at the window.

"I was stabbed in the heart by that ice dagger, and yet, I'm still alive?"

"thinking about then, that (last name) lady also showed up... I wonder what happened after I blacked out?"

The door opened, and it showed Woo Jinchul.

And let's just say, Sung Jinwoo realized that the time resets, and he's currently back in time where he just went out of the double dungeon incident.

"I have travelled back to the past."

! Notice

Would you like to restart the world?

Accept Decline

And just like that, he lived his past life once again for the forth time. But isn't this just the second he's living this life? One was him originally living it and now, where he went back in time... When was the third and forth?

"cut it out... will you?"

"I know this is all just an illusion! So knock it off and show yourself!"

"how much longer are you gonna watch me from up there?!" Jinwoo shouted.

In a blink of an eye, he's now in a different location, or maybe, he's in the same location, but the illusion has been removed.

The notification of restarting the world continues to show up, surrounding him in the dark, lonely dimension.

"who are you?"

"are you... The king of the dead?"

They talked, while Ashborn keep changing forms, he transformed to people that Jinwoo loved dearly, until Ashborn transformed into you... To someone that he knows and doesn't know at the same time.

"I have waited a long time, for the second time, to meet you. Since that lady resets the world, you forget everything."

"Let me introduce myself again, I am the Monarch of shadows, the King of the Dead, who rules over death... And governs the deepest depth of darkness."

"let me... Show you why. Let me show you, our beginning and end, as well as your forgotten memories with that lover of yours." His eyes widened at the end of Ashborn's sentence.

A purple shadow surrounded Jinwoo, and took him to a long forgotten memory.

"this is it? You're this weak? This is all you can do?" You were disappointed, healing the two monarchs again after they were just one step away from death.

"you-!" The frost monarch was about to talk back, when a strong presence was felt beside you. Sung Jinwoo's father has arrived.

"how... How can this be?!" Both the beast and frost monarch widened their eyes, both of them realizing what is happening now.

They had failed, and there's no turning back.

(name) grinned at them, looking back at her lover's form, she could feel that her beloved shadow monarch is now going through their memories, to the memories he had forgotten.

You looked to the side, where Jinwoo's dad stood, you were shocked to find out that he can remember the past, when the world has not been reset by your power.

His dad nodded at you, seems like he's going to combat the two and let you be yourself for a while. You smiled. Finally, you can take a few minutes of rest.

You walked to Sung Jinwoo's direction, caressing the ice that has frozen his cheeks.

"A little more, love... Just a little more, and you will remember."

In every life, if death exists, so does life.

Sung Jinwoo and (First name) (Last name) were both just simple hunters, fighting to survive.

Their only difference is that, Sung Jinwoo is an E rank hunter that magnets near death situations, and you are an A rank healer, who was always there to help your comrades, especially Sung Jinwoo.

Both of you are the very definition of life and death.

You were friends, that slowly fell in love, and became lovers, 'till the double dungeon's accident.

You didn't know how or why, but when that Absolute Being's replica shot that blinding light at your group, you can't move, even your fingers can't move at all, like someone forced you to take that hit and die...

The bright light surrounded you, yet even if that light was supposed to kill you, to hurt you, what you felt is nothing but calmness.

Talk, talk and talk, you were now given the power of Time and Life monarch. You are now some higher being and not just the simple A rank healer anymore.

The previous Time and Life Monarch was powerful, yet even she was confused as to how your body can control such powers, so the previous one did not need to do a contract with the architect. Instead, the previous directly sent half of the powers, so you could adjust to it.

Of course, it was something new, but it doesn't matter, it's something that you could help Jinwoo... Now you just have to get back, and help him destroy that absolute being replica and architect— but you were forbidden to go back, as if you can't interfere with the way of Jinwoo's death, or is it?

The previous Time and Life Monarch explained that Jinwoo is dying because he needs to feel such. Since he will receive the power of the Monarch of the dead, after all.

And when you were finally given the chance to go back, you did, and of course, that shocks Jinwoo, he thought you were dead, he thought he had lost you. And yet, life goes on.

Both of you grew closer, and even became powerful together. You were there and when he needed you, and he was there when you needed him.

Both of you become the definition of a perfect couple.

It was going smoothly and perfectly, until monarchs and rulers entered your life. They pick earth as their battlefield, causing havoc everywhere.

Gates appeared more and more stronger as the final battle grew closer.

Until the very same day, down in the gate in the sky of Seoul, a 2 vs 3 battle happened, it's supposed to be equal, no, maybe your side is much stronger than those three..

Or so you thought... It was not written in the stars, things did not follow what was supposed to happen, The other monarchs were just hiding in the shadows, they were just waiting for the perfect time, until finally, the Monarch of Destruction descended and arrived in Earth.

What happened? Why did things not go to what the stars had written?

Why does it seem like everything is against the both of you and Jinwoo living, and being together in peace?

And things escalated quickly, the Rulers arrived too late, you were dying, and so is Jinwoo.

So, you did what you could, and reset everything back on time, promising to the heavens and above that you will return for the other monarchs head, and to finally be with Jinwoo.

In the second lifetime, you did not show yourself to Jinwoo, you forced yourself to not see him, so everything goes according to your plan, you managed to reach out to Ashborn, who remembered. You made a plan with him, and things were going smoothly, all according to your plan, with the help of the Monarch of the Dead.

Everything happens just like last time, except you were nowhere beside Jinwoo's side. He was far more distant, colder and serious.

Because he doesn't have anyone to let all the problems out. In his mind, it's all him he could believe and trust the world into. There's no one in his side as powerful as him, he was always the protector, and never the protected.

You carry the burden of the past all alone, as Jinwoo carries the burden of protecting the whole world.

You two were really the perfect match, huh?

Soon, the memories of the past ended, and Jinwoo remembered everything, those long forgotten memories had come back to him.

He felt guilty. Letting you carry the burden of the past all alone, he was not on your side, he can't help you... And yet, there you were. Doing things that were all according to your plan.

Your intelligence was really something else. He wondered how you delayed the arrival of the Monarch of Destruction? How did you make the other monarchs afraid that they were not willing to join this fight?

How... How long did you wait? You waited for him for so long... So, it was you who watched his move.

The illusion of Ashborn is now slowly disappearing, Jinwoo chose to finally be with you again, and to finally have that happy ending with you.

His eyes fluttered open, the ice that was covering him slowly melted away.

"I remember now, my sweet sweet darling.." Jinwoo was a little bit teary eyed, he was sad and happy at the same time, but this is not the right time to cry.

"I finally remembered it all now.. I'm sorry for forgetting your name."

"and thank you, for saving me from the dark."

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Hiii! I'm really glad that people read my first ever written fanfic, thank you! Sorry for the switch of "her", "you", and "name", I was unconsciously doing it...

Also, I changed a few plots here and there to fit my plot more, hehe!^~^

Again, if any of you, finished reading this, thank you for reading! I'm very thankful for all of you!!•~•

I just thought of this plot randomly when I saw a video in tiktok containing the music of "bring me to life", It made me feel something and then this plot *poof* in my head😽

Btw this is unedited and I'm too lazy to read it all to correct it sooo, teehee 🌸

Till the next fanfic!^~^

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Charles Leclerc : Lies

Pairing : Charles Leclerc and named character (Ariadne)

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Synopsis : charles wants ariadne to attend his races and she wants to spend that time at the hospital, doing her work. But someone has to give one of their desires up and ariadne chooses to be that person. Except it doesn't go as she planned, she terribly misses her work and that only gets in between her relationship with charles. Will it work out? Or will she continue lying about her feelings to him?

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Tags : angst-so mentions of yelling, crying, lying, hurt/comfort, happy ending though, f/mc is a neurosurgeon but nothing much about it mentioned per say.

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A/n : just a starter.

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Charles : why can't you so much as attend at least one of my races, huh? You barely even call me or talk to me anymore when I'm halfway across the world from you! Are you seeing someone else, ariadne?

Ariadne let out a breath as she rubbed her hand against her face tiredly before muttering

Ariadne : do I have to keep repeating the same thing over and over to you, charles? I am a neurosurgeon, I have serious work and I can't be throwing that aside every other month to travel 16 hours from here with you to watch a race.

Charles : I understand that! All I'm asking is maybe just one or two races per season? That's all I'm asking!

Ariadne : charles those race dates happen at inconvenient times for me! I have patients who are this close to dying without a surgery and I can't just leave them be to go watch a race that can well on happen without my presence there.

Charles : and are you the only doctor there?

Ariadne : they are my patients, charles. So yes! I am the only doctor there for them!

Charles let out an angry huff as he said

Charles : you are being so selfish right now. It's always about your work, your life, you being busy, everything is about you! It's never about me, never about celebrating my win, or comforting me when I lose! Everyone else's girlfriends are there at the paddock to support them, ariadne. Every time they have a win or lose, they have someone to hold them while I'm all alone in the fucking hotel room-

Ariadne : are you comparing me to the other ladies right now, charles?

Charles : that is not what I-

Ariadne : no that is exactly what you meant! How many of them are surgeons again, charles? How many of them are out here trying everyday to save someone's parent, someone's sibling or child or partner? Huh!

Charles : why are you bringing that in! Maybe they just know how to manage time between their work and their boyfriends! Maybe they just want to support their boyfriends!

Ariadne let out breath in disbelief as she said

Ariadne : you think I don't want to be with you, charles?

Charles : well that's what you're making it out to be right now ariadne! You’re making me feel worthless in this life of yours!

Ariadne stared at charles as he breathed heavily from all the yelling and fighting, rubbing his hand against his now teary eyes before looking away. Those tears, those tears that ariadne was the cause of, she hated them. Charles looked away as he sighed and said

Charles : you know what, this is all useless anyway. Maybe after this you'll come back to me, hugging and kissing me, telling me that you're sorry and you'll do better. But it'll all go back to the same shitty cycle again. I'm tired, pretend this never happened.

Charles turned to go back to his room as ariadne suddenly said

Ariadne : I'll quit my job.

Charles froze on his tracks, his eyes widening in shock

Ariadne : you want me to be with you, and my patients need immediate surgeries to so much as live. I cannot do both together anymore, it's either you or them. And I choose you.

Charles turned around to face ariadne as he said, shaking his head

Charles : no, ari I don't need you to choose-

Ariadne : yes you do. And if you don't then, those patients do. They have a family to live for, charles, a life to live. And if I can't be putting them as a priority, then I'd rather they get another surgeon that can. So I'll quit my job, they'll get a better surgeon and you'll have me at your races all the time. It's a win-win situation.

Charles walked closer towards ariadne, holding both her hands in his as he whispered

Charles : and what about you, chérie? You love your job, you've worked so hard for it-

Ariadne : I love you more, charles. And I know you need me more than I wish to work, so it is alright.

Charles opened his mouth to say something when ariadne cut him off with a hand against his lips

Ariadne : it'll be done tomorrow, I do not wish to argue about this now. I'm tired.

Ariadne gave charles a tight smile before kissing his cheek, walking past him and heading towards their bedroom to sleep. Charles let out a sigh, plopping down against the couch as he ran his hands through his hair.

Now he felt guilty.

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Ariadne drove her car towards their house as she felt her thoughts wander elsewhere, to past memories. Memories of her always dreaming to be a doctor as a child, studying hard for it and throwing every other high school party away to stay at home and study for her tests. She’d done so much, given up so much of her teenage life to get into Harvard med. And when she did, she gave up her early 20’s to study even harder to become a surgeon. She rarely attended parties, rarely went outside except to study. And when she finally became a neurosurgeon almost 10 years later, she had been so proud of herself. Her parents and her family had been so proud of her. Her work meant the world to her, it always had.

Until she met charles at the hospital she worked in, and then her entire life had changed. He had loved her passion for her work, refusing to give it up even when he told her he’d make enough to support them both.

But now…now she’d just given it all up. She’d sent in her letter of resignation and said her goodbyes to her patients and colleagues.

She felt like her world had come crashing down.

Ariadne parked her car as she stepped out of it, entering their manor as she heard the TV playing from the living room indicating that charles was home. Ariadne walked up to where he was sitting as she smiled at him, keeping her bag away before sitting down on the couch next to him

Charles : back so early?

Ariadne nodded, letting out a deep sigh as she buried her head in her hands. Charles frowned at that, sitting up straight as he asked

Charles : ari? Are you alright?

Ariadne nodded, not wanting to tell charles the truth as she said

Ariadne : yeah, yes.

Charles : is this…is this about you quitting your job? Have you done it already?

Ariadne : I told you I’d do it today morning, and so I did.

Charles felt his heart drop at her words, he knew she was a woman of her words but he'd still thought that maybe she wouldn't do it after all. She'd worked her entire life for this job she…she couldn't give it up so easily for him, could she? Turns out he was wrong. Charles pressed his lips together as he whispered

Charles : I’m so sorry, ari. I’m a terrible person for this.

Ariadne frowned as she lifted her head from her hands, looking up at charles as she said

Ariadne : no, charlie this isn’t your fault. This was my choice-

Charles : but I caused this. I didn’t…

Charles trailed off as tears filled his eyes, causing ariadne’s eyes to soften as she quickly held his cheek before saying

Ariadne : love please, I’ve done all this so I don’t have to see this. So you wouldn’t cry, you can’t be doing exactly that after all this. Please, Charles, please don’t cry.

Her words only caused more tears in his eyes as ariadne let out a struggle noise before saying

Ariadne : I’m the one who gave up my job, why are you the one crying charlie?

Charles : because you had to give it up because of me and I feel terrible for it.

Charles’ voice broke from the tears, his hands clenching against his lap as ariadne sighed and shook her head

Ariadne : darling, look at me.

Charles shook his head, making ariadne hold his cheek again before lifting his face up to look at her

Ariadne : look at me, beautiful.

Charles’ cheeks turned red at that, his lips pressed together as he finally brought his eyes to hers. Ariadne smiled, kissing his cheek before saying

Ariadne : you and your feelings mean more to me than my job, okay? I’ve said that to you before and I mean it when I say it now. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t give up for you and our love, charles. Nothing.

Charles : but your parents-

Ariadne : shh, my parents will understand.

Charles : are you-are you sure you wouldn't resent me for this?

Ariadne felt her heart drop at how guilty charles sounded, and so she promised herself never to bring this topic up ever again. She leaned forward and kissed his tears away before whispering

Ariadne : I love you, charles. I could never resent you for anything, ever. I promise.

Charles stared at ariadne with teary eyes, making her chuckle as she spread her arms for him before whispering

Ariadne : come here you big baby.

Charles sniffled as he wrapped his arms around ariadne, his head rested against her chest as she ran her hand through his hair. Charles felt his eyes close as ariadne whispered

Ariadne : shh, it's okay.

Charles : I love you so much, ari.

Ariadne smiled sadly as she kissed the top of charles' head before saying

Ariadne : I love you too, baby.

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A week later :

Ariadne let out a breath as she turned the TV off for the 6th time that day, feeling bored out of her mind. She'd finished reading 7 books this past week, cried 4 times over missing her work, and pretended every single time charles was with her as if she was happy and as if quitting her work hadn't left a huge empty void in her life that he couldn't fill despite all the gifts he'd bought her.

A G-wagon wasn't going to give ariadne back the thrill of working on a patient and making their lives better, a Van Cleef bracelet wasn't going to give her the happiness the tears of joy that her patient's mother cried when she told her that her son would live to 60 instead of 30. Nothing charles bought for her could fill that void in her heart but she pretended anyway. Anything to keep that beautiful smile on his face.

Charles : mon cœur I'm home!

Ariadne let out a breath as she sat up straight, switching the TV on again as she pretended to watch some show. She smiled at charles as he rushed up to her, leaning down and hugging her before giving ariadne a kiss on the cheek

Charles : I missed you.

Ariadne : I missed you too, my love.

Charles looked at the TV as he sat down next to ariadne on the couch before asking

Charles : how was your day?

Ariadne pressed her lips together as she said, trying to be as cheerful as she can

Ariadne : very good, and yours?

Charles : oh you know, the same team meetings and practice considering my next race is in barely 3 weeks.

Ariadne : oh yes, the one in Paris?

Charles hummed as he rested his head on ariadne's shoulder before closing his eyes. She smiled at that, running her hands along charles' hair as she whispered

Ariadne : do you want to go have dinner from outside today, charlie?

Charles frowned as he looked up at ariadne before asking

Charles : I thought you didn't like eating from outside? In the past whenever I'd ask you, you said we should just have something from home.

That was back when ariadne had an actual job and worked every single day of the week, she'd just prefer resting at home and having food in her own comfort zone after all that she'd do during the day. Except now it was different, she just wanted to at least get out of this house and see the world once again.

Ariadne : yeah, I know. I'm just feeling something different tonight, but if you don't want-

Charles chuckled as he shook his head and said

Charles : I want whatever you want my darling. Go get yourself dressed, I'll book us a reservation.

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3 weeks later :

Ariadne looked outside their jet window as she stared at the clouds with blank eyes, her mind elsewhere. Charles was going to have his race tomorrow and they were flying to Paris, ariadne should be happy. She was getting everything any lady would want, a loving boyfriend, expensive gifts, a free pass to watching F1 from the VIP area, fame, money, everything. All her needs were met without her having to so much as ask. But it wasn't enough.

Nothing was ever enough because none of this belonged to her, it was all charles'. The only thing that belonged to her was her job and that she had lost.

Charles : ari!

Ariadne flinched as she quickly looked towards charles, a frown on his face as he asked

Charles : where are you, love?

Ariadne : I'm sorry I was just…I zoned out. What were you saying?

Charles sighed, he had noticed how far off ariadne had looked this past month. She wasn't the same, she didn't have the same energy around her anymore.

Charles : darling is…is something wrong?

Ariadne : what, no. No of course not, everything is fine charles. You were saying?

Charles sighed as he mumbled lowly

Charles : I was just saying that I'm nervous about the race.

Charles' barely audible mumble was enough proof to ariadne that her not paying attention to him earlier and refusing to tell him the truth had caused him annoyance. She laid her palm against charles' cheek as she made him look at her before saying softly

Ariadne : I'm sorry love, did I upset you?

Charles shook his head as he looked away, that was again an answer to her. Ariadne let out a breath as she made him look at her once again before saying

Ariadne : look at me, baby. I'm sorry, okay? I was uh…I'm sorry for not paying attention-

Charles : that's not what this is about ari, I don't want your apology I…I want you to tell me what's going on. Is this about work again-

Ariadne : no it isn't, it's nothing about work. I was missing my mom, it's been a while since I met her. That's all.

That was a lie, ariadne wasn't even thinking about her mother but this was the only proper excuse she could find. Charles frowned as he asked

Charles : you miss your mom?

Ariadne hummed, praying charles would believe her lie, and he did. He chuckled, resting his head against her shoulder as he said

Charles : you could've just told me earlier, ari, I would've booked a flight for you to London immediately.

Ariadne : yeah um, you were already busy with your race so I didn't really want to bother you.

Charles : chérie how many times do I have to tell you, nothing is more important to me than you. You are never a bother to me.

Ariadne stared at charles, feeling her heart drop at how genuine charles was with his love for her. And she was just here lying to him, lying about being happy still. She wished it were different, but she couldn't do anything about it for now.

And so ariadne smiled again and nodded, not wanting to ruin his energy for the race by telling him about her stupid feelings.

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A day later :

And just like that ariadne was back in the paddock, watching her boyfriend race past as the crowds cheered for their drivers. She had missed a part of this, watching charles in his realm and how stressful it was to watch him and pray everything goes well. She wanted him to win, like she always had. And as she watched the race she kept her own worries aside as she focused only on charles.

The camera would pan towards her sometimes, considering that she rarely ever attended races before this but she would just smile and shy away, not wanting much attention. She always hated attention.

As the final lap approached ariadne stood up from her seat, her hands clasped together as she saw that charles was leading. And just like that he had crossed the finish line, emerging first as the crowds roared for his victory. Ariadne let out a laugh in relief as she clapped happily, moving towards the edge as she saw charles getting out of his car. Just as he removed his helmet he looked around for her, making ariadne's heart melt as she waved proudly at him.

Charles smiled and waved back, ariadne chuckling as she felt tears in her eyes from how happy he looked at his win. She blew him a proud kiss and waved at him again as he smiled at her one last time before he was surrounded by his team. And just like that charles was swooned away from her view, the people engulfing him and celebrating his victory.

Ariadne smiled as she stepped back, letting out a sigh as the people around her began to congratulate her as well. Soon she had finished with that, picking up her bag as she stepped outside to try and find charles. And she did find him, talking with an interviewer on the side. She waited for that to get over and was about to move closer when it did, but then another interviewer rushed up to him.

And just like that one interview led to another, ariadne finally letting out a sigh as she walked away from the area. She went up to the area where they were going to give away the trophy, hoping she could at least talk to charles there. But even then as he approached the place, he did not seem to look for her in the large crowd.

Which, ariadne supposed made sense considering that it was a really large crowd but it still hurt her. And as charles got up the stage, accepting the trophy while having the biggest smile on his face ariadne hated herself. There was the love of her life, glowing and being so happy about winning the race. The race that he'd worked so hard for to win. She should he happy and proud for him as well, she should be clapping with the others with tears in her eyes and smiling at him.

Instead all she could feel was her heart dropping as she stared around, feeling people push against her. She felt unwanted, she felt out of place. Another reason she'd disliked attending his races. She always felt like it wasn't her place to be.

As charles started with his speech ariadne turned and quickly left, small tears in her eyes. Oh she was a terrible girlfriend, a terrible terrible person. Charles deserved someone better.

As ariadne rushed out of the place she went up to a nearby pole, grabbing onto it as she breathed heavily with tears streaming down her cheeks. She stood like that for god knows how long, the cheers being heard from inside the stadium but ariadne could only cry and cry from the guilt and pain. Charles didn't deserve this, he deserved better.

Maybe he'll break up with her, maybe he will.

??? : ariadne!

Ariadne flinched as she heard the yell behind her, quickly wiping her tears and fixing herself so that he wouldn't know that she'd been crying. Ariadne turned around just as charles rushed up to her, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes worried as he held her arms

Charles : ari! Why are you here? I've been looking all around the place for you. Is something wrong? Did I say something wrong during the speech or something?

Ariadne felt a lump form in her throat as she realized that she hadn't even stayed back enough to hear his speech, oh she was a terrible girlfriend.

Ariadne : ch-charles…

Charles' eyes turned even more worried at her voice as he asked

Charles : yes? Chérie you have to tell me what's wrong, you're scaring me-

Ariadne : there were too many people.

Fuck it, she was lying again.

Charles : too-too many people? Ari if you'd told me that earlier I could've had them bring you up to the stand-

Ariadne : no that's alright, really. I just needed a breather, I'm okay now.

Charles scanned her face as he rubbed his thumb against ariadne's cheek before whispering

Charles : are you sure mon cœur, you look a bit pale.

Ariadne chuckled as she shook her head and said

Ariadne : that's just from the lack of sun that I've been getting.

Charles sighed, figuring he ought to just trust his girlfriend as he said

Charles : well in that case…

Ariadne yelped as charles suddenly picked her up in his arms, her eyes widening as he said

Charles : let's head to our hotel, shall we.

Ariadne stared at him in utter confusion

Ariadne : charles, what? But you have an after-party within half an hour or so-

Charles : that party can go on without me.

Charles started walking towards his car as ariadne said

Ariadne : charles it's your after-party.

Charles : my billboard self shall keep them entertained enough. Plus, I'd rather spend that time sleeping with you.

Ariadne frowned as she asked

Ariadne : sleeping with me? You're sleepy?

Charles laughed, looking at her as he said cheekily

Charles : yes mon amor, I am very, sleepy for you.

Ariadne gasped as she realized what charles meant, him chuckling as he opened his car door and lowered her down to the passenger seat before leaning down and whispering against her ear

Charles : don't you think I deserve a good reward for my win, mrs Leclerc?

Ariadne whacked charles' arm as she said, a blush on her face

Ariadne : I am not mrs Leclerc yet!

Charles smiled and kissed ariadne's forehead before saying

Charles : well you soon will be.

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Ariadne stared down at charles who was now lying fast asleep against her bare chest, his arm wrapped around her waist as he breathed peacefully. He looked so serene like this, so unworldly, as if she was undeserving of him.

And maybe she was, because she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking of what she'd thought when he'd won, how she still missed her work despite all that he'd given her. She was so ungrateful, so undeserving of him and she hated it.

The more she thought about the amount of times she'd lied to him this past month, running away from his speech just because she felt like she was out of place, the more she felt the need to cry. She needed something, some outlet. Keeping it all inside was killing her.

And so ariadne slowly pushed herself out of the bed, being careful not to wake charles up as she quickly put her nightdress on before rushing towards the balcony. She slid down the railing as soon as she shut the balcony door behind her, the Eiffel tower glittering in a distance away from her as tears slid down her cheeks.

She hated this, she hated herself. Why couldn't she just be like everyone else? Why couldn't she just love charles and support him as he was, why did she keep getting her stupid feelings in the way of their love? Felt out of place when charles had just won an important race? And then proceeded on to lie to him about there being too many people.

Ariadne sobbed as she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth to muffle her cries, her face scrunching up as tears continued flowing down her eyes. She wished she was different, she wished she wasn't like this. She wished she could go back to her job, she had worked so hard for it so why didn't she deserve it? And the more she thought about it, the louder her cries became. Not realizing that it was loud enough to wake charles up.

Charles stirred slightly in his sleep as he heard faint cries, his eyebrows frowning as he let out a sleepy groan. But as soon as his ears focused more on the familiar sound of cries, he sat up straight, his eyes turning worried. Ariadne wasn't in bed.

He quickly got off the bed as he put his sweatpants on, rushing towards where the sounds where coming from as he called out for her

Charles : ari?

Charles soon walked up to the balcony before opening the door, his eyes widening at the sight of ariadne sobbing with her back pressed against the railing.

Charles : ariadne!

Ariadne flinched as she saw charles, her eyes widening as he rushed up to her and kneeled down before holding her face in his hands

Charles : love! What's going on? Are you hurt somewhere? Is something wrong?

Ariadne cried more at how concerned charles sounded, shaking her head desperately as she said in a broken voice

Ariadne : I'm so sorry.

Charles' worry deepened at her words, her cries scaring him as he asked in a softer voice

Charles : what are you sorry for, chérie? Why are you crying so much?

Ariadne : I-I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this from you charles, please.

Charles shook his head firmly as he rubbed his thumb against her tear-stained cheek before whispering

Charles : ari what are you saying sweetheart? Why would you not deserve me?

Ariadne : because I lied. Oh charles I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry I…I don't know what to do-

Ariadne cut herself off with another desperate sob as charles let out an exasperated breath, not understanding what this was

Charles : you're not telling me anything here, baby. I can't understand you. Put it in words that make sense to me, yes? Please?

Ariadne didn't know how to put it in words that wouldn't make charles hate her, she had no idea how to even bring a sentence out when she was trembling so much, crying and whimpering. But even then she tried, because she felt undeserving of charles' time

Ariadne : I…I st-I still miss my job.

Charles' face softened at that as he whispered

Charles : oh, ariadne-

Ariadne : and I didn't hear your-your speech charles because I was so…so obsessed with myself that I felt-felt out of place with all those people screaming for you and you were…you were looking at them and not me. And I felt unwanted and then I left because…charles I am such a selfish person you don't deserve this from me-

Ariadne cut herself off with another sob as her chest heaven in pain, small hiccups falling from her mouth as she could barely even see charles anymore from how blurry her vision was.

Ariadne : I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I-

Charles : sweetheart…baby. Look at me.

Ariadne whimpered as charles held her face tighter and lifted it up to make her look at him, his eyes now teary too as he whispered

Charles : I was looking for you, ari. I did look for you, but as you said there were so many people and I couldn't find you and for that…for that I am so sorry.

Ariadne shook her head quickly as she said

Ariadne : n-no. no no you mustn't apologize-

Charles : ariadne, love, you are not selfish for wanting the attention of the man you love. You are not selfish for feeling out of place in a world that you are not really familiar with yet. And most importantly, you are not selfish for wanting to work for your passion. That is human nature, chérie. It is not your fault, please.

Ariadne : but I am not supposed to be thinking that when you just won a race, charles! I'm supposed to be feeling proud of you, happy for you-

Charles : and are you not proud of me? Happy for me?

Ariadne sobbed as she said weakly

Ariadne : I am but-

Charles : then that's all I need from you, ari. I don't need you to always be happy, you are human and you are allowed to feel things other than being happy and proud. You can feel them and still be loved, sweetheart.

Ariadne lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as charles held her head and pressed it against his shoulders before asking

Charles : why didn't you tell me this earlier, ari? Did you not trust me enough?

Ariadne : n-no, no I…I was scared. Scared that you might-might leave me after I told you all this.

Charles : baby why on earth would you think that, I could never leave you for something like this.

Ariadne looked up at charles as he wiped her tears away before saying in a final tone

Charles : we are going to get you your job back and you can work for as long as you want, okay? And for as long as you are not comfortable with it, you don't have to attend any of my races.

Ariadne : but charles-

Charles : ari, shh. You matter more to me, your feelings always matter more to me. Fuck mine, you're not doing this to yourself ever again.

Ariadne pressed her lips together as she felt fresh tears slip past her eyes from guilt, making charles sigh as he whispered

Charles : darling, please. Please stop crying baby.

Ariadne : you shouldn't have to do all this-

Charles : ariadne I love you, I love you what part of that do you find so hard to understand my love?

Ariadne looked up at charles as he pressed his lips against hers, giving her a long kiss before pulling back as he whispered

Charles : do you love me?

Ariadne : of course I do!

Ariadne laid her shaky hand against his cheek, rubbing her thumb against it before whispering

Ariadne : I always have and I always will.

Charles : then for as long as I breathe, you will have me ariadne. You always will.

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#charles leclerc #charles leclerc angst #clarles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc ff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #f1 angst #f1 fluff #f1 ff #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #f1 imagine

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 days

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Ello! I was wondering what would happen if S/O had the same personality like the others? For example, They are dating Edge and they have the same personality as him.( Basically, what if they have the same personality as the skeletons) ( All the main bois. plz add Creeper to this) Thank you! Have a good day/ night!

Undertale Sans - You mean what if you bring Papyrus' nightmare to life? Sans didn't know what to think of you at first, but then he discovered the power of doing nothing as a couple for days and now he's in love. You spend so much time on the couch that the couch has now permanently your body form embed in it. Your puns are getting worse and worse, but they're still making you laugh. You watch the worst movies on every streaming platform. You created a pile of socks to make Papyrus enraged. He even offered you a trash tornado when he proposed to you. You two could never live alone ever again.

Undertale Papyrus - He's more than happy! You two are always together, trying to motivate each other to exercise or make evil genius plans that have no chance of success. Sometimes though it can be a little difficult as you're both hiding things from each other and never confess to the other when you're not feeling well to protect the other. This means some days, you're both clearly looking down and still act like everything is fine, which can create some tension. But being very forgiving, it's usually never for long. Papyrus is a great choice.

Underswap Sans - That wouldn't work. You're both terribly stubborn and refuse to let go of an argument before you win. Except none of you want to lose, so the fight lasts forever. Added to that, you're both very independent and so will not spend that much time together as you're always busy doing something. It would end with both of you being super frustrated and arguing again and again, which is not very healthy.

Underswap Papyrus - How are you surviving? It took forever for you two to connect as... Well... You couldn't even meet the other eyes without having a panic attack for a good six months after your first encounter. And after that it's so awkward for so long. It's a surprise to everyone how you ended up together, but that happened. You're both supporting the other in their anxiety, but also feeding it somehow? The funniest part is when something spooks you. If Honey falls unconscious, you fall unconscious, and when Honey wakes up, he falls unconscious again seeing you on the floor, and it can go for a while like that. You're touch starved though, which helps to support your daily life.

Underfell Sans - That would absolutely not work. Despite both having a dark sense of humor, you also both take everything literally and spend your days offending the other lol. It usually ends with both of you screaming and insulting each other, even fighting sometimes. You're going to get on each other's nerves too quickly to enjoy living together. Also, you like motorcycles as well, but there's no way you're touching Red's motorcycle and he's ready to fight you on this lol. That's his baby, find another one!

Underfell Papyrus - If you take the definition of sassy in the dictionary, there are both your faces next to it. You're bitching on everything and everyone together, you're both condescending because you're feeding each other ego so much. You're both know really well how hot you are and live to make everyone jealous around you. Everyone hates you, and you know what? You just don't care at all! You made Edge a hundred times worse, great job!

Horrortale Sans - This is so awkward. You can't understand any of the other reactions and so most of the time, you're both silent. Staring at each other. Not saying anything. It's a mystery why you're still together at this point as you're both encouraging the other to be suspicious of the other. Maybe you're not the right match. Except maybe when you both have zoomies in the woods at the same time. Zoomies are fun.

Horrortale Papyrus - It would work just fine and actually it might be a good thing for Willow. Because you're so aware of the other's flaws, you try to make things better and encourage the other to be better. Willow is finally learning to accept his body after so long, and he's opening up a little more because he feels like he can talk to you. It's really a good thing for both of you.

Swapfell Sans - You get along really well, always looking so ridiculously serious and act like epic villains when you're actually good people. You have a business together, you drink expensive coffee together, you're very careful about what the other is wearing to match clothes... And you're both trying to throw the other so he gets eaten first in case of supernatural danger! The perfect couple.

Swapfell Papyrus - It's the worst possible timeline. Your prank war turned so wrong already and yet none of you gave up yet. You're a menace to everyone around you. Everyone is fleeing around you when you show up together somewhere. Please someone does something and stop you before it's too late.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh, it would maybe work for ten seconds and then you would try to kill each other. There can only be one Wine around and Wine will make sure it's him. You're too similar, it's scary and he sees you as a threat to his gigantic ego. Now run.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You're both hiding in a cave or something, clinging to the other all day. The only thing you're worried about is who is going to move to fetch the food when you're hungry. Because you're both very comfy right now and there's no way in hell you're doing it. That's going to be a long day.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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mourningliliesmorningglories · 22 hours

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"It’s haunting to know that you still cry for something today that you also cried for 15 years ago."

Umm idk if this is too personal but would you break down why you gave each marauder the line that you did?

For some reason, Sirius' really stuck with. Literally I can't stop thinking about it.

If there was an award for best ask anon, I think you would win!!! I love when people ask about the intricacies of my writing because I just feel like everything that I write is so deeply personal to me!

This will be quite long as I think the best way to tackle this is to address each one with its context and then how I relate it to each marauder. So buckle in!!!

Anything underlined is referencing my other writing and will be linked!

See the original post here!

James: Two lives cannot overlap - one must be forgiven to forge the other.

So I wrote this about the rivers of the Underworld in Greek mythology, in a wider piece of writing on coping with grief. It refers specifically to the river Lethe, the river of forgetting, where souls drink from it to forget their life before being reincarnated. I have mixed feeling about James as a character - on one hand as a young boy he's incredibly privileged to the point of almost ignorance but then is forced into a war he cannot fight and reasonably win. In a way this line can be applied to James in two ways: 1) he had to grow up to cope with the rapidly changing world he'd been basically thrown into and 2) harry could never defeat Voldemort if his parents were still alive. James and lily had to die so harry would have nothing to lose.

Sirius: It’s haunting to know that you still cry for something today that you also cried for 15 years ago.

Okay so this was written in the same piece as above, in reference to a childhood memory. I cried for comfort but no one could come to me. No one chose to comfort me in that moment. I think we all have moments where we think 'I need my mum' or something similar but at it's core, its a plea for comfort - you want to be held, cradled, for the burden to be taken away. Sirius Black was denied affection as a child, denied love as an adult and then denied his life when he fell through The Veil. He had his friends as support but he also had to stare at James and Effie, Remus and Hope. He had moments where he needed parental love, where he felt like he would die without it. He was denied the chance to make sure Harry never experienced that, and when he did get the chance, it was ripped away almost immediately.

Remus: It is strange to cling onto remnants of someone who is no longer there.

This was written about losing someone and still having to live amongst their things. Everything is normal except the person is gone. It's describing that moment when you walk into a room and you feel their presence, like you're in the living room and it's so easy to convince yourself they're in the kitchen, but they aren't. The space they left behind is empty. I think with Remus, again it can apply in two ways: 1) himself - his whole identity is basically fed to him through the label of 'werewolf', the Order use him as a monster to tame a bigger beast. He is constantly mourning. In Hogwarts, he mourns his younger self. In the Order, he mourns the teenage, full of life, naive version of him. As an adult he mourns every version of himself - they trail behind him like a ball and chain. 2) everyone he loses - Remus outlives his best friends, and even the one he gets back, oh god he got him back but at what cost? Remus is a walking graveyard.

Peter: In every story, someone has to leave. This is not a burden taken lightly, nor is it one that can be shared.

I wrote this about Caesar and Brutus. When Caesar died, so did Brutus. As Brutus lives, so does Caesar. Today when one is mentioned, the other rarely goes unnamed. Brutus orchestrates the murder of Caesar because he fears his ambition and the ruin it will bring to Rome. Peter is both Caesar and Brutus. He fears Voldemort enough to do his bidding only because he's never had such power before. We see exactly how Peter's loyalty is manipulated - he felt more important to Voldemort then he did to his friends and so his loyalty changed accordingly.

Lily: The sunflowers turn to the light, but the sun will never recognise their presence.

Growth is difficult to justify in a non-physical sense. This was inherently about being an observer in my own life. We do things that have unremarkable impacts until one day the fallout of our actions are so grand we cannot outrun them. In terms of Lily, I do think in hindsight this may be more relevant to her characterisation moreso than her character. She is often represented as just a vessel to carry Harry and is overlooked as a complex character and a key member of the Order. James forgot his wand on the sofa - she protected Harry. She was an incredibly smart witch - she was, is, more than just her offspring. Treat her accordingly.

Regulus: One day we all realise that the first thing we lose is ourselves.

My earliest memory is a hospital visit and a funeral. We do not realise that the process of growth is intertwined with the ritual of loss. You are allowed to mourn the person you used to be. Death isn’t exclusive to those burned or bombed or buried. Regulus loses his brother then he loses himself. He has a role to play as the prodigal son. He is actively cutting himself open and stitching himself back up to fit seamlessly into the mould his parents have created for him. He watched Sirius fail, so he couldn't. Maybe he did believe in blood supremacy at first or maybe the whole thing was a ploy to try and grasp at the power and autonomy he'd grievously been denied his entire life. Regulus knew himself so well he'd buried the body undetectably.

Pandora: Nobody talks of death lightly. Nobody talks of what it tends to leave behind.

We obsess over death - how to prevent it, how to cope with it, how to be clinical about it. Yes a person dies and we are left with the aftermath - clothes, shoes, pictures, their tea in the cupboard, hair still in the brush. But obviously, a person dies. People are complexes - the most inherent part of death to me is how a person can just end. With Pandora, this sits within the realm of the HC that she is a seer. She must standby and watch the people she loves die twice - once in her head and once in real life. She must watch over her friends and loved ones and grieve them as she lives alongside them. To her, a heart is just a stopwatch.

Evan: He carried on with his journey but made time to be part of mine.

I met an old man who told me that at the end of the day, you do wish you could it all over again. That we are often ungrateful until we lose the thing, then all we want is to get it back. Evan Rosier cherished everything; his sister, his friends, his childhood. But this made him so weary of loss. He was possessive and sometimes cruel. He would do anything to keep what was important to him, even join a blood supremacy cult to keep his best friends and sister safe. When you die, they say you get seven minutes to rewatch the happiest moments. When Evan Rosier dies, he sees Barty and Reg and Pandora.

Barty: You can love something that does not exist anymore. Something that has never existed cannot be loved.

This one is slightly harder to explain. I believe it to be human nature to chase the things that we have only had a taste of. You cannot want something you do not know. Though I do wonder if this is more an act of conditioning than something inherently of nature. To cognise something is to give it a reality, whether this be a thought, an idea or a notion. Barty Crouch Jr was a waste of potential. 12 OWLs. 4 languages. He could've been whatever he wanted. You can assume he was unsuccessful in fulfilling his potential - unless he wanted to be dead. And who can blame him with a father like that. Barty had to fabricate everything - would lick up his father's approval like a dog until the day he realised none of it actually mattered.

Dorcas: All prior things are made of shards, of tatters. All prior things look different in the daylight.

Past lives are just that. Past, nonexistent. Windows are walls. Shields are not always protective. Dorcas Meadows was hunted and slaughtered by Voldemort himself. She, obviously, was a threat. A smart, cunning, powerful witch who made the Dark Lord himself worry just how successful he'd be if she remained alive. But none of this mattered from the second she hit the floor, heart slowing down, eyes closing. She was not the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb. She wasn't even a sacrifice.

Marlene: One day I will sit in an urn, and I too will be smaller than the day I arrived.

I wrote this about not rushing through life. It was about savoring moments and people and the ephemeral. Marlene was the casanova - wanted by all but touched by few. Her bloodline dies when she dies next to her brother. Filled with potential and life, even the brightest stars will fade away. Sacrifice is often forgotten, drawn over, especially if it isn't grand. Not quite the brightest witch of her generation, nor pretty enough to get the one person she truly wanted.

Mary: I wonder if forgetting is betrayal or if it’s a favour, a privilege of rest.

I was wondering whether remembering people disturbed the process of dying. We don't know of an afterlife or what happens after you die. Does reminiscing drag a soul away from rest? I hold the HC that Mary obliviated herself near and dear. In this way, it's just another person coping with loss. I think because it's so deeply personal, it's very difficult to express in words.

Andromeda: We learn that just because one person escapes the inevitable, the other does not.

I wrote this about Orpheus and Eurydice. It's a story I adore and it's also often misunderstood. This is why it’s a tragedy, and why love often is a tragedy - loss is inevitable. In the case of Orpheus and Eurydice, he loved her enough to try and save her. He loved her so much that he couldn’t. Andromeda is the survivor - survives her upbringing, survives a war, outlives her family. She takes in Teddy even though he's a glaring reminder of her daughter and every moment of a past she tried to outrun.

Narcissa: Love is always a choice, even when we make the wrong one.

Again, this is from me writing about Orpheus and Eurydice. Their story was never about retrieval or righting a wrong. Even if Eurydice had been returned, she was a ghost. This was always a story about saying goodbye. Oh I could lament about Narcissa for days. She is her own greatest tragedy. She was the model child out of her sisters. She lived the ideal trajectory and suffered for it. Obedience and cunning were bred into her. She couldn't save her husband, her house, her sisters or her son. Narcissa lived her life always saying goodbye, wishing she could instead say 'stay'.

Bellatrix: Sometimes, it feels like I have been exiled from my life and no one has thought to tell me.

This was written about nostalgia, and living like a stranger in your own life. It's about the means and ways and things we do to gain some semblance of control back into our lives. Bellatrix has always been a very interesting character to me. She upholds her pure blood upbringing, marries a pure blood and yet she strives for more. She becomes a deatheater and makes herself so valuable to Voldemort, she becomes an intrinsic part of his inner circle. She outshines her husband and sisters - she is the patriarch.

Anon. I hope this answers your question! If you'd like further details on any of these please send me another ask or DM! I'd love to hear your thoughts instead of scribing mine!

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Me BSing hcs like: The fact that Kae is not only able to create a shield when he is dangerously low HP but also the fact that he is able to regenerate HP when he hits opponents with Frostgnaw is definitely due to him receiving his Vision when Diluc had tried to kill him in their Confrontation...but could it be possible that his familial ties to the Abyss Order could have influenced that HP drain of his-

#//And that's without mentioning the fact that Glacial Waltz's duration increases FOR EVERY OPPONENT DEFEATED #//Between that and his lil teleporting trick like an Abyss mage's (minus the flurries of ice); I have SO many thinkings #//Deffo love the abilities of his being an amalgam of Vision based and Abyssal energy imbued #//Deffo love that fact meaning it hurts a bit to use his Vision at all; esp with the teleporting being such a Staple to his combat style #☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//Sidetracking a bit; but I also like to think that even after the Abyss is defeated/beaten back enough to not be such a threat; he'd still #keep his abilities from it/some connection to it. Bc he's so used to it being such a big PART of his fighting style/assets to use in a pinc #//But also bc keeping that connection means it'd help him keep track of any remnants of the Order far easier #//He could track them down with far more ease; sense if they are growing stronger; get intel from Domains/abyssal traces #//Of course being very mindful to keep it a secret & trying to not involve his loved ones/fellow knights of it all #//But he very much is careful esp bc of risks of him being corrupted by it; keeping a keen eye on his mental/physical/emotional states #//Deffo has plans to leave Mond and/or end his own life if he starts seeing the Abyssal corruption affecting him irreversibly #suicide mention tw #//Kind of but also kind of not; considering some of the ways how he'd go abt it #//Knows it'd be harder to the further it goes; so he has particular criteria he keeps tracks of to ensure if they come to pass #//he; in a clearer state of mind; would either 1) use his Vision to try & purge the energy out of himself (extremely painful; COULD kill #if the corruption runs deep enough & save him the trouble) or 2) use the aggressiveness of the corruption to provoke someone (esp Luc)#into taking care of him &thus ending the problem all together. Bc he KNOWS he's strong; only a handful of beings could actually kill him #//& actually be WILLING to; without hesitation. Luc comes to mind first bc of their Confrontation. But also bc Kae'd be happy w him being #the last person he ever sees. Thinks it'd be comforting more than anyone else. Esp since a lover would just break his heart to see them #//Worst case scenario is him falling to the corruption & sb breaking it out of him in the moment #//Bc the Instant he realizes what's happening; esp if they are crying and/or angered at him; he WILL fatally wound himself #//And make SURE it's not something he can come back from; save by a miracle (or 'curse' as he'd see it)#//Probably making an icicle and slitting his own throat; if not jamming the thing into his heart #//he won't hesitate; wont offer explanations; final words or apologies; he cant risk that moment of clarity being too short for it #//he HAS to make sure he can't hurt anyone any further; no matter what it means for him #//Which is partly why he'd be so keen to make sure it's not found out; bc he KNOWS he can be talked out of keeping those abilities #//Or worse; he'd fight them on it; and thus make for a fucken MESS in the aftermath if he's been too far along in the corruption #//But he KNOWS that even with the risks; the powers are a VALUABLE asset to him; &thus desperately wants to keep them #//'sidetracking a bit'; I said. Proceed to write a wHOLE FUCKEN NEW HC IN TAGS; I did; kjfbgkftg. Whoops lmao

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lisbonsteresa · 1 year

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climbing the walls over this

#tm #like....like!!!!#tbqh i didn't even remember that the first argument wasn't a real fight and now i'm --#i feel crazy because it's such a similar argument for her to make but it could also not possibly be more different #the first is a show; a performance; it's what red john - hell what most of the people who know jane - would expect from him #ego and pride and putting himself above the law - that argument could have been with almost anyone #but lisbon is the only one who could make the second argument (the ONLY one and i'll stand by that #even the others at the cbi who have seen his softer/quieter/sadder moments could not do it #not because they don't care about him - they CLEARLY do - but because they don't know him well enough #he doesn't LET them know him enough - at this point i don't think there's anyone but lisbon that he would say these things to #and say them sincerely; and mean them)#i think she's the only one who he's let in enough to know that he's not putting himself above anything;#he thinks so little of himself that he'd sacrifice himself without question if it meant getting red john #that's the argument (the plea) she's really making: care about yourself damnit. if not for you then for the people who need you #(for me)#and god it's comforting to know how this all ends up but this still hurts because he just....can't #(some things you just can't fix // you kept the pieces....i'm doing sosofine)#and then and then -- 'you'd be dead' 'but you'd have red john' [smash cut to him shooting his only lead to save her life] LIKE???#he'd sacrifice himself with no hesitation but he'd save her without thinking #let me relax #(but also do you think red john heard about that and was like 'it's a surprise tool that will help me later')

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I think the biggest difference between natehawk via death dependency goes something like

Nate: You're going to kill me? Do you promise?

Hawk: You're going to kill me? Whyyyyyyy? Why? ;w;

#I think they're both too respectful to retort that their assailant couldn't possibly match up with everything that has tried to come for #their lives before now. however i think they both entirely believe that they will be the ones to take their own lives #so to different degrees it doesn't really phase them. but of course they could also kill each other #and they don't out of something approaching mutual respect #nate has spent his whole life trying to take his own life and if he can't you're not going to be able to #and hawk has spent his early life thinking everyone would be better off without him. but he loves life and that is what i would refer to #as the categorical growth between them. and one of the main differences between the v1 and v2 timelines and the doppelganger arc #i hate this life so i'm going to take yours. vs #i don't deserve this life so you can take it #i know i said they're both too respectful to say it but it shows in their respective fighting styles #with nate being more confident to the point of being cocky and coming off as arrogant and even impatient with his enemies #while hawk tends to keep his confidence within his abilities... what i mean is that he's reserved and calculating and prideful to a fault-#he's not going to strike unless he knows he's going to be victorious (or he has to)#although he does mirror nate in times of extreme emotion. i think they make good foils for each other. because it's not a bad thing to-#mirror the other. but it's not THEM. it's not what makes them them. but in some ways they will always be each other #but neither of them believe that they will be taken out regardless of the extent of the respect they have for their opponent. it's-#it's simply not within their plans #which is what will be their downfall if - [the rest of this message is scrambled]#dominoz

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ok now tht i’ve gotten my mushy gushiness out can i just say.... that it is soooooo funny tht midlevens FINALLY got their i love you after four seasons..... and it.... lmao... i can’t even say it 🤭... it was... 🤭 bdjshfbdj based on a literal boldfaced lie that mike’s boy best friend told him and it was that boldfaced unbelievable and so painfully clockable lie that made mike feel loved and seen and safe enough to give eleven what he previously could not and stubbornly would not and that even when he did finally give her his speech after his boy best friend told him to it just made the vines around her neck tighten and was filled with things that the show itself refutes and proves to be yet another lie. because even when he says it... he isn’t saying it. he can’t say it. not really. not to her. not in the way she wants. LIKE LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🫣🤭💀

#byler #so insane. rip in peace to eleven tho and max who literally died bc of mike's gay ass. other things too bt im ignoring tht rn. BDFHJBDJHBFJD #thinking abt how mike has tried to recreate moments he had with will with her but failed [which implies tht they are romantic and moments he #felt were important to him and ones that he believes you should have with a lover which makes u wonder why he had those with will #when HE'S the one that initiated said moments with will and claims tht they're just friends seriously JUST friends but ok..]#and when she begs him while crying to please tell her he loves her he cannot do it and refuses to do it because mike is NOT a liar #and he won't lie not about this and not to her which is why he won't even WRITE it as a goodbye he's never said it #bc he knows the way that she'll take it and he knows he won't mean it that way #and it's only when his boy best friend who is JUST his friend and ONLY his friend confesses his love and makes him feel seen #for the very first time in his life probably and shows him that he IS worthy and he IS MORE than enough and that he's so very loved #and SEEN and WANTED that he goes and does it but ONLY after being pushed to by said boy best friend who's JUST a friend #and then when he DOES tell her he loves her finally his speech is a direct response to his boy best friend's confession that contradicts #everything that she wants and is and needs and lies because he's scared and overwhelmed and doesn't want her to fucking DIE #because if SHE dies if SUPERMAN dies then they're ALL dead and it's like season one when mike CANONICALLY says that they need her #because they're no use without her #and they can't fight this evil in hawkins and save the literal world without eleven #but like. yeah. okay. midleven rulez and she's definitely NOT going to dump his ass and that painting and entire confession is #definitely NOT EVER going to come up again not even ONCE not even in PASSING nope absolutely not surely bc midleven is endgame<3 #bc of course the girl who just went through an entire fucking journey this season to AS SHE SAYS WITH HER OWN MOUTH find out who she is #is going to want to go back to someone that she CANONICALLY does not need and has not spoken to and tha #--t made her feel like a monster at her lowest and that simply does not see her as anything other than the weapon they found in the woods #of course she wants to go back to someone that idolizes her and it's totally meaningless that the memories she thought of #while reviving max were 'not hopper. not mike. you.' and 'there's more to life than stupid boys' literally right after tht monologue.#like im srry bt. girl what world are u living on<3 #the crazy together scene was planned before the kids were cast it was part of the audition dnd is canonically code for mike and will #eleven literally thinks tht mike is going to be her brother in s1 and everything that she asks him to do or that everyone expects him to do #for her is something that he UNPROMPTED does for will without hesitation and their first kisses were put in bc of millie not written in #but yeah. ok. midleven is endgame. sure. ofc. yes. ur so right. mr shawn 'nothing is an accident' levy is wrong. the duffers r wrong. yup.#[and mike does love her platonically n see her as a person bt. she's superman before she's el hopper. he idolizes her. max sees her. u kno?]#mine

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sensitivegoblin · 1 year

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My sisters boyfriend is being a massive dick and I just have to sit by and watch her cry

#I'm tired of men seriously there's only one man on this earth I fully completely trust and he unfortunately can't even be my boyfriend #he's so mean to her and I'm not allowed to say anything #I know she stays with him cus that's the only option we'd be homeless if she broke up with him #but it doesn't give him the right to make her cry 24/7 #like I'm autistic so to stay sane I can't think about real life stuff I'm an adult child #but she HAS to think of life stuff I wish he was more supportive of her #everytime I hear them fight her main point is 'you don't have to take care of an entire human being'#and that breaks me everytime #it just feels like killing my self would take a bunch of problems away #I know that I'm dead weight as a human I'm trying so hard but it's never enough #I feel like most disabled people who are in this level of need don't usually understand stuff around them/serious life stuff #but I have the unfortunate gift of being extremely hyper aware and am paralyzed to do anything #for years I've had the same thought #they'd be better off without me #and it's true #the only thing that stops me from killing myself is that I'm scared how mad they'd be if I failed

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tearlessrain · 3 months

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please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.

#I found their original stuff while I was researching various waterhorses and their folklore for no reason #because one of the characters in their original work happens to be an each uisge #and then it turned out it ALSO included a lot of figures from welsh folklore in general #so yknow if you happen to have my incredibly specific hyperfixations you'll love it but even if you don't it's great #I didn't mean to bring up phantom of the opera so much it just happens to be very relevant to a lot of my talking points #I haven't actually seen it in years

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BITCH, YOU KNOW I'M SEXY ᯓ★

━━ ❝ I'M NOT YOUR MOMMY, N★GGA! FIND A NEW HOBBY, N★GGA! ❞ wc. 5.4k

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : being toji's roommate, you finally snap after another night of not being able to sleep because of his damn late-night hookups. your house, your rules.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x f. toji, frenemies to lovers, smut, face-sitting + pussy eating, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, playful arguing, hair pulling, size kink, begging, riding, unprotected sex (do not do this in real life omfg), dom-ish reader, sub-ish toji, lots of pet names, toji being an asshole, toji gets called a 'good boy' a few times

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's notes : toji toji toji, what am i going to do with you...anyways, this was super fun and i love these two so much and i need them to go out on a date properly at some point ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎

you love sleep. absolutely love and cherish it, even.

every night, you follow the routine you set for yourself without fail: hot shower, slipping into some comfy PJs, in-depth skincare, brushing your teeth, and then pulling your bonnet on.

nothing is better than slipping into bed, soft sheets feeling sooo good on your skin. yes, you absolutely love sleep.

except it seems that your roommate has no respect for your need for rest, considering how many times you've had to hear the high-pitched whining of women paired with the annoying thud of the headboard against the wall.

he better not damage the wall either, because he will be the one paying for it.

you both were...sort of friends, sure, but ever since you both graduated college, toji has been doing his best to get on your nerves. constantly picking on you, teasing you, or doing stupid shit that annoys the fuck out of you. especially whenever he leaves the fucking toilet seat up in the middle of the night.

and every time he hears you squeal late at night in the bathroom before shouting his name, he can't help but laugh.

eventually, it went from him just doing things to inconvenience or mess with you to this. and you were tired.

these nightly...activities of his need to be addressed because you are not letting a man of all things be the reason you can't sleep soundly at night. this is your apartment, after all!

it's a friday night and you just know you need to talk to him before you have to hear some woman fighting for her life of toji does...whatever he does that has all these women coming in and out of your apartment like it's a damn brothel...okay, well, it was the same two women, but still!

so that's how you find yourself, pounding on his door, sleepy, tired, and irritated in your hello kitty pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt, ready to get in bed and actually sleep.

"fushiguro, open this damn door," you command, fluffy slipper tapping on the floor as you wait for him to open his door. after a minute, you hear a groan and the shuffling of sheets before the door swings open.

toji stands in the doorway, only in a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips with an eyebrow raised as he looks down at you. you don't care how hot he looks, you want nothing more than to wipe that look off his face, hating how smug he looks.

"whaddya want? 's she here already? told 'er not to come for another 2 hours," he mumbles, scratching at the scar on his lip. you're silent for a moment, processing what he just said. "who......no. nononono. absolutely not, tell whoever you are expecting she is not coming into my apartment."

crossing your arms, you fix him with a tough look. sure, you know you aren't the scariest thing, especially in hello kitty pants and puffy slippers, but it doesn't matter! he is going to respect your wishes or...or else!

"aww, what's wrong, doll? can't sleep," he teases, voice low and sinfully smooth as smirk finds its way onto his face. "guess ya should've invested in those headphone y'keep talkin' about so much. can't help that 'm just that good that the girlies can't keep their mouths shut."

having you in front of his bedroom door like this...it's so fucking adorable to him, you were just so cute and didn't have a single clue, did you? complaining that he and his little playthings were too loud and keeping you up was not what he expected. but, toji won't lie, he's genuinely surprised it took you so long to finally say something.

it seems his little comment struck a cord, his smirk getting bigger when your eyes get just a bit wider in disbelief. man, you were so fucking cute like this, all angry and huffy.

"okay, first of all, those headphones are NOT comfy to sleep with at night. and i'm not dropping almost $400 dollars on something so that i can accommodate for you," you argue, stepping forward and jabbing your finger into his stupidly big chest.

no, seriously, why were his pecs almost bigger than your tits?

"can you please just let me sleep for one night, or are you that sex deprived you can't go a single night without getting your dick wet?"

whatever this new side of you was, he liked it.

"aww, sounds like little princess s' mad no one's fuckin' her right. ya not gettin' fucked good, pipsqueak? haven't seen yer boy-toy around lately anyways.

"god, that's—that's none of your fucking business, fushiguro, shut up!"

"make me."

you blink.

a moment passes...and suddenly, your eyes are sharp.

ah...he might've fucked up with those two simple words.

"...you know what? i will, you annoying fuck."

catching toji off guard, you shove him back, taking advantage of him stumbling to walk inside his room as you slam the door shut behind you. a light chuckle escapes him, eyebrows raises. "so, the little kitten does have claws," he says with a grin.

his little roommate seems to have grown a pair of balls. what is she gonna do? hit him with pillows, curse him out, kick him out? pffft, if you kicked him out he would know you needed sleep, you both have been friends for too long...right?

as toji gets slightly worried he might've genuinely crossed a line (a bit too late to realize that, he realizes), you push him onto his bed, standing between his legs.

oh.

oh, he...he likes you from his angle, looking down at him with a little bit of a pout on those pretty full lips of yours as you try soooo hard to look angry and scary. but how can he be scared when his roommate, the one he's been fucking his hand for, looks so fucking cute?

curly hair a bit frizzy and messy (he's surprised you don't have your bonnet on yet), smelling like cocoa butter and that strawberry shortcake body spray that haunts him at night. and now you're in his fucking room. he'd never be able to escape it now.

fuck, every time you came close to him, he just suddenly couldn't process anything except you...he needed to get a grip.

propping himself up on his elbows, toji locks eyes with you, playing off his surprise. "what's gotten into ya, roomie? so aggressive, might have t' call shiu to come get you," he attempts to playfully poke. the tension in the room grows when you start to massage your temples, trying to calm down.

in.

out.

in.

out.

in-

"well, if lack of sleep is gettin' you all huffed up like this, i gotta couple o' ways t' tire ya out if y'need."

"oh my god, y'talk too fucking much," you grumble.

toji opens his mouth, ready to make another smart comment but he's shocked into silence when you tug your pajama pants off. there's no fucking way this is real. toji knows he has to be dreaming and knowing he'd be waking up with a wet spot in his pants if he didn't wake up soon.

and...are you wearing hello kitty boxer briefs too? god, you're such a fucking dork, it's cute and it's only making him harder in his pants.

but all of that is forgotten when you hook your fingers in the waistband of those stupid looking boxers and drag them down those pretty legs and toji gets a glimpse of your cute, pudgy tummy and...and....

fuck.

he doesn't even get a chance to think, he's so fucking hard. you're fucking half naked in his room right now and he can't tear his eyes away from how soft you look, that little patch of hair (is it shaped like a fucking heart? jesus fucking christ, you were serious about making yourself feel pretty everywhere), god, he's so fucked.

"shit. someone's eager. just couldn' wait to-"

"i'm so sick of you," you cut off, pushing him down onto the bed, crawling up his chest. you give him a look, one that he instantly understands and he smirks, giving you a nod before you continue moving until your hips hover over his face.

the smirk melts off his face when he realizes how real this is. your bare pussy is literally mere inches away from his mouth, so close he can practically taste you.

he's not gonna make it out of this alive, is he?

when you see him about to open his mouth to make another stupid comment, you move, pressing your hips down onto his face, shutting him up. "you wanna use your mouth so much, toj? i'll give you somethin' to use it on."

toji's response is just a muffled groan, his eyes fluttering a little. his hands move up to grip your thighs to steady you and also keep you on his face. he hasn't even tasted you, but shit, you smell so good.

wasting no more time, his tongue hungrily darts out, desperate to taste you. the moment he licks over your folds, he's sighing, melting into the bed. you're so soft, so sweet and he hasn't even gotten a taste from the main source. pulling you down onto his face a bit harder, toji finally swipes through your cunt and he's addicted.

"mmh, fuck," he grunts, burying his face as deep as possible. what the actual fuck are you made of, he thinks to himself. you taste so sweet, he's getting so dizzy as he starts to messily lap up all the slick dripping from your pussy. he barely pulls away from you to breathe, taking just a second to part, his hot breath fanning against the wet mess between your legs before he dives right back in, his low groans resonating against your core so nicely.

toji slurps loudly at your cunt, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips up, the friction of his sweats on his cock a sweet relief. he's so sure this is heaven, thanking whatever god there is for making you snap to this point but then you start talking.

you sigh, hips gently rocking against toji's face as your eyes open to look down your body at him. "mmn, 's better," you purr to yourself, little sweet noises of pleasure escaping you as one of your hands runs through his hair, giving him an encouraging little tug.

"should i just give you my pussy every night so you let me sleep, toj," you coo at him, a smug smile on your face. he didn't even notice his eyes slipped shut, but he opens them, flickering up to meet your lidded gaze and see the pride swirling around your eyes.

has his roommate always been like this? toji doesn't remember you being so fucking sexy like this. sure, you've always been attractive, and he's definitely had a thing for you for a while. but never in his life did he think his sweetheart of a friend would be smushing his face into her soft cunt.

his response is a little nod and an increase in his tongue's movements against your sloppy pussy. his lips move to suck right at your puffy clit, and he swears nearly cums when you gasp his name and whine, pulling him even deeper by his hair.

his train of thought is completely destroyed, he can't think of anything but you, can't feel anything but you, can't see, can't smell, can't taste anything but you.

he'd kill a man if it meant being able to taste you like this every fucking day.

"ohh, tojibaby, y'look s' pretty eating my pussy...poor thing, jus' needed something to shut you up for a bit."

scratch that, he'd kill SEVERAL men if it meant hearing you sing praises like that while you grind against his mouth, practically suffocating him with your thighs.

it's addicting, the way slick is gushing out of you each time he kisses your clit before sucking on it, coating his mouth. toji knows he looks a wreck, but he doesn't care, not when he's got you on him like this.

"d'you wanna make me cum, toj?" you ask it so teasingly, tugging his hair again and making him moan. "you're makin' out with my pussy...such a good boy for me."

those two words are his undoing, a visible shift in his energy. his eyes are sharp, and he almost looks angry as he grips your thighs even harder. "yes, fuck, yeah, mama, i wanna make you cum all over my face," he growls, tongue unrelenting when it slips back inside of your cunt, a nasty wet noise filling the air as you keen. he's fucking you with his tongue so messily, like he'll die if he stops tasting you.

good boy. you called him a good boy.

the compliment made something snap in him, the need to devour you whole the only thing on his mind. he's not just a good boy, no, he's your good boy, and the thought of being yours makes a thick bead of precum to drip out of his cock and stain his sweatpants.

he's brought back when you tug his head back to look at you, that thick tongue of his slipping out of you.

"i don't want you bringing anymore fucking women in my house, fushiguro," you warn, glaring down at him. you're serious. if you see another girl come in here at 11pm, you might actually kill this man in his sleep and not in a way he'd like

"i'm so tired of hearing their annoying moans. if you need a pussy to put your stupid dick in, just ask me, you fuckin' idiot." shit, you usually never talk like this, but toji likes this side of you. the usually sweet and kind roommate he was so used to was no where to be seen, replaced with this commanding and no-nonsense woman who knew what she wanted.

he can't even deny, this side of you is such a massive turn on.

"promise you're gonna let me fuckin' sleep n' i'll cum on your pretty mouth, fushiguro. otherwise, i'm getting up and i'll call shiu and see if he wants a taste."

oh, fuck no. no way in hell is toji letting that smug bastard see you like this, best friend or not.

he desperately nods, just wanting you to let go of his hair so he can dive back into your sweet pussy, licking his lips to taste you again.

"promise, mama, no more bringing other women, jus' you, don't need nobody else but you, y'got my word."

"that's my good boy."

once you let go of his hair, toji dives right back to the task at hand like man possessed. his lips press against your clit, kissing it with little wet smacks before sucking it into his mouth. his tongue doesn't give you a break, flicking over it rapidly. your moans, god, your moans are getting so loud and so pretty, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you get closer and closer.

"c'mon, doll, please," he begs, a whininess in his voice as he massages your thick thighs, encouraging you to ride his face until you cream all over it. "give it t' me, give me what i wan', cum all over my face, baby girl."

feeling how you start to move your hips, a sweet little 't-toji, 'm gonna cum' falling from your lips, his hands grasp your ass as he seals his mouth over your cunt, sucking and licking desperately.

he needs it.

he needs you.

needs you so fucking bad.

feeling him mutter those words against your cunt makes you gasp and choke out his name, thighs squeezing around his head. "oh, fuck, toji, 'm cummin, baby!" your hands are both in his hair as you desperately hump against his mouth, body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

he doesn't stop, he keeps his mouth on you to make sure not a drop of your sweet cum goes to waste. he can feel it spilling out of his mouth, down his chin and neck. it's so messy, just how he likes it.

he watches you, how could he even think to take his eyes off you? you're so pretty, do you even realize how your hair got puffier and messier from your sweating, how a few of those tiny curls got stuck to your skin?

"g-god, fuck, toj, hoohmygod, your mouth 's so good, nngh!"

shit, you're pretty, so fucking pretty, what the fuck? god, you even cum pretty, toji's so fucked. why didn't he get you on his face like this sooner?

feeling your tremors start to subside, toji slows his tongue, switching to little licks and then to soft kisses against your clit, keeping you grounded as you come down from your high. the fact he didn't paint the inside of his sweatpants white is a miracle, but he knows the front is wet and stained.

when he feels you relax, toji guides you off his face and down to sit on his chest. he can't help the twinkle in his eye, grinning at you proudly. the bottom half of his face is a mess, covered in his spit and your slick. you like this look on him.

"has anyone ever told you that you've got t'most addicting pussy ever?"

you huff a laugh, urging him to move up further on the bed until his back rests against the pillows. he was so annoying, and you hated how attractive it made him. “you’re too awake for my liking," you sarcastically huff, giving him a sweet little pout that makes him feel a bit more things than he probably should.

tugging his sweatpants down, you let out a little noise of surprise.

ah.

it all makes sense now. no wonder those girls sounded like they were dying.

"toji, what the actual hell is wrong with you?!"

"don't get mad at me, ma, i didn't magically make my dick this size! i just got lucky!"

"lucky?! girl, this is a curse, how the fuck did those girls fit this thing in them?!"

"they didn't."

that makes you pause. they couldn't get him all the way inside? glancing down at his cock, heavy in your hand, as he helps to get his pants completely off, you're not surprised. but you could take it, right?

...guess you need to find out.

shifting your hips, you move to swipe his cock through your slick pussy, a smug look on your face when he sharply inhales. "i'm gettin' my revenge, pretty boy, for all the sleep you made me lose. 's late, anyways, yeah? don't we need to sleep soon?"

the head of his cock catches onto your entrance, causing you both to sigh in pleasure. this would be a stretch, but you're determined by pure spite from toji and those women keeping you up at night.

while you're teasing him, toji is a breath away from losing his mind. the sight of you taking charge, hair completely fluffy now from the humidity in the room, has his cock pulsing in your soft hand. he's so sure that you're not gonna be able to take it all in. shit, he's wondering if he should stop you, tell you he's gotta prep you first or else it's gonna hurt, but you use your free hand to grab his face, making him look at you as an evil grin breaks out on your face.

"i'm gonna put you t' sleep with my pussy. uhm, something something, call that pussy nyquil," you giggle, slipping the tip of his cock inside of your wet, tight little cunt.

melting, that's the best way toji can describe the feeling of behind inside you, even if it's just the tip. "jesus," he hisses, his hands coming up to grip your hips. you're so hot inside, your tight walls are so snug around him. there's no way this tight cunt of yours is gonna be able to fit him in, there's not fucking way.

despite that, he finds himself guiding you down onto him, trying his hardest not to buck up into you. but the sensation of your soft, gummy walls squeezing him so perfectly is making it so challenging to stay still.

"fuck, mama...shit," he groans, watching as he is sucked into your warm pussy. once you get halfway, he expects you to stop, and that's usually where they all do. he was fine with that, more than fine, because he's never been inside someone so fucking tight.

but then, you raise your hips until just the tip is inside, and with a devious little giggle, you slam your hips down, gasping when you get him in all the way. damn, you realize it was a stupid idea, the stretch making you feel almost sick, but the reaction you get out of toji is worth it.

his head falls back against the headboard, and he whimpers, eyes rolling back into his skull, his lip pulled between his teeth as he tries to relearn how to think.

“i'm gonna make you cum and ‘m gonna fuck you stupid for not letting me sleep, fushiguro.” giving yourself a bit to get used to his size, you slowly started moving, seeing what angle worked best for you.

meg the stallion, i'm gonna make you proud of me, you think with a little smirk before you steady yourself with your hands on his chest and start to bounce your hips, your cute little threat only making his cock throb inside you.

"'m gonna make you regret bein' an asshole to your pretty roommate, pretty boy."

it doesn't take long for it to get messy, for it to get so fucking sloppy and noisy. each time you bring your hips down, the room is filled with a wet smack. you've really made a mess out of him, your sticky wet coating his fat cock and his lap, thick strands of it connecting you to him with each raise of your hips before you bring them right back down.

toji can't breathe, finally tilting his head back up as his eyes are glued to where his cock slips in and out of you. you're taking him, taking all of him into your sticky cunt and, shit, he thinks he might die like this.

"fuck, fuck, mama, c'mon, don' do this t' me, relax, please, fuckin' strangling my cock, oh my god—"

he's whining, it's so cute. who knew you could get toji fushiguro, mr. tough guy, to crumble under you like this so easily? it's so wet and gushy, the sound of your thick body smacking back down on his only making his insides twist in pleasure. he can feel how fucking wet you are, dripping down his cock, down his balls, it's so unfair.

"tojiii, talk t' me," you coo at him, your sweet voice bringing him back. "don't tell me my pussy's making you dumb already, jus' started."

you did, you're literally fucking him dumb, and he doesn't know what to do or what to say, but hearing you say his name like that in-between moans as you bounce your hips up and down his throbbing shaft has his babbling in an instant.

"god, this cunt 's perfect, baby, s' fucking perfect."

“yeah? y’like my pussy, toj? like my pretty cunt creaming on you?” you roll your hips, a pretty moan leaving you when his tip nudges against that soft spot perfectly. “f-fuck, you really are big...poor thing, no one could get it in all the way? am, mh, am i the first t’ take this fat cock t’ the hilt, tojibaby?”

you lean forward, hands moving from his chest to around his neck as you roll your hips, swiveling them in ways that have him gushing precum all over the insides of your cunt. the squelches your cunt makes with each roll is so fucking sinful and so nasty.

"y-yeah, mama, she feels s' good around me, all tight and warm, milking my cock like it's made just for you."

god, you smell so good...he can still smell your perfume and the sweet blueberry scent of your leave-in. you smell so sweet and taste so sweet too, he's so fucking lucky to have you fucking him like this. toji's hands move from your hips to your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his dick, groaning your name.

"god, you're the first to take it all, y'got me so fucking deep in that sloppy lil' cunt that y'can feel me in your stomach."

you giggle between moans, pressing your forehead against his. "y'so cute, toji, such a good boy f' me, yeah? feels so much better knowin' you can just tell me if you need me to put you to sleep, right?"

he groans, nodding as his eyes flutter closed again. "y-yeah, yes, baby, feels s' much better," he admits, breathless as he starts to get close. he can feel you getting tighter, getting wetter, and he'll be damned if he cums before you do.

"aww, listen t' you," you say with a little whine, your dominant mask starting to ebb away as you start to grow weaker and weaker. it's starting to feel good, really good, to the point where you can't think either, and you don't know how much more of this you can do. "m-my pretty boy, my good boy, f-fuckin' me s...s-so good..."

the moment he picks up the whininess in your voice, toji is alert, looking into your eyes to find that the pleasure is finally catching up to you, too. "yeah? yeah, mama? she's feelin' good? fuck, 'm gonna fuckin' fill you up, baby, gotta cream this pretty pussy so deep that she feels it f' days," he grunts, mouth open as he pants against your lips.

they look so pretty, he wonders if you taste like that lip balm you always carry, if your tongue is as sweet as you are, if your plump lips are as soft as they look. the thought of them pressing against his is what breaks him, and he's so embarrassed at the noise he makes before leaning back against the pillows and planting his feet into the mattress.

"i gotta fuck you, gotta fuck you good, 'm sorry, 'm so sorry, baby, promise i'll let you sleep, promise i'll be good for ya, okay? mm, fuck, c'mon, let toji make it better, gonna kiss your cunt with my cock and make it up t' ya."

toji fucks into your hole desperately, groaning at the loud wet plaps of his hips smacking against yours. your moans, god, your moans, they're so pretty, you're so pretty. he can see your tits bouncing against the fabric of the shirt you have on, and he curses, so fucking mad he didn't have you take it off. but he doesn't care, not right now, not when he sees how gorgeous you look.

he's so fucking prideful when he sees how poofed out your hair is, bouncing with each thrust up into you. "y're so fucking pretty, c'mere."

one of his hands grabs you by the back of the head and smushes his lips against yours, hungry as he licks over them before shoving his stupidly thick tongue inside your mouth. the kiss is just as messy as the rest of you, and the pitiful little moan you give has him reeling.

"i-i'm, 'm gonna cum, toj," you whisper against his mouth, nails biting into his shoulders as you do your best to match his pace. you're gonna cum, he's gonna make you cum, you're about to cum all over his fucking dick, jesus christ.

"fuck, you're so hot, so cute, mama, my pretty girl. need ya t' cum, dolly, can y'do that for me? please, baby, cum on me, make a mess s' i can fill you up an' apologize like i promised," he rambles before kissing you again, biting your lip before running his tongue over it.

it's so close, you can taste it. it's so unfair how big his cock is, how you can feel every vein and throb of it inside of you, how you can feel his hot precum smudging all over your velvety walls.

the realization that he's inside you raw has you moaning so sweetly, and your pussy is gripping him for dear life as you dig your nails into his shoulders even more, head falling forward. "t-toji, 'm, 'm gonna—f-fuck!"

you're cumming, you're cumming on him, and it feels so fucking good. you're creaming all over his lap, and your crying and moaning his name so sweetly he feels like he's gonna pass out. "baby, babyyy, no, lemme see, lemme see you cum," he begs, the hand in your hair tilting your head back up and the view he gets has his hips stuttering inside you.

your eyes are unfocused, long lashes wet from tears as you pant and whimper for him, all for him. and when you make eye contact with him, he feels your gummy walls squeeze him so tight.

"oh, fuck, yes, mama, jus' like that. keep cummin' on me, keep goin', 'm so close, gonna cum, gonna cum in this pretty pussy s' fuckin' deep you feel it in your tummy," toji babbles before he's losing himself too, pressing your head against his chest as he fucks into you, savoring your overstimulated cries for him. "'s gonna go deep, so fuckin' deep an' i'm gonna fuckin' eat it outta you, just like y-you fuckin' deserve—!"

with a pathetic sounding groan of your name, he's giving one, two, three, four hard, deep thrusts, moaning as he pumps his thick load into you, feeling your oversensitive pussy milking him dry. "g-good boy, g'fucking boy, tojiii," you whimper, moving from his chest to pepper kisses all over his face, moaning softly as you feel his hot cum coating your walls.

his mind is so blissfully blank that he doesn't even realize he's shaking a little bit from how hard he just came. cooing happily at him, you cup his cheeks, trying to bring him back down to you. "come back t' me tojiiii, don't die on me, roomie!"

still reeling from his insanely intense orgasm, manages a little chuckle, his hand moving from your ass to under your shirt, stroking your back. "'m here, 'm here, promise...i just...shit. ya fuckin' drained me, girly. what the hell are you?"

you laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth before nestling under his chin to catch your breath. "I'm your damn friend who happens to be the roommate you have been tormenting by not letting me sleep, dumbass."

"heh. fair point."

you both stay like this for a bit, just resting a little and trying to catch your breath. except...toji's eyes feel a little heavy, and he feels himself drifting away. "there you goooo," you coo, hand running through his hair. "told ya i'd put you to sleep."

"yeah, yeah, you were right," he grumbles and opens an eye, hand coming up to pinch your cheek. "jus' a lil' nap, okay? we still gotta get you cleaned up. after all, i promised i'd clean my cum outta ya, right?"

"my god, toji, you are nasty."

"but you like ittttt."

you couldn't stop yourself from laughing because, yes, you did. you liked it a lot.

soon, the room falls quiet as toji's breathing falls into rhythm with yours, the rise and fall of his chest steady and slow. his mind is still a bit dazed, and he can't help but get a little flustered as he realizes how badly he's wrapped around your little finger. the thought is only further confirmed when he feels his heart squeeze just a bit when he notices you fell asleep on his chest.

he wraps his arms around you in a gentle embrace, huffing to himself. yeah, so what he was whipped, he finally got you in his arms, so he sees it as a win.

as sleep finally starts to creep up on him, he presses a little kiss to your forehead, leaning back against the pillows and shutting his eyes. just a little nap, and then he'll get you cleaned up and make sure you accept his apology for everything he's put you through.

...he just hopes you won't be too grumpy when you realize you fell asleep without your bonnet on.

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