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aislynn-wiley1999 · 3 days

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Wandering Eyes

Summary: Aislynn goes to the Yule Ball with Sebastian, but her eyes keep wandering to another boy across the room.

Chapter 19 of my Fic “Three Headed Serpent” which can be found here on AO3 :)

Content: Alcohol, mention of sex, forced kissing, angst, jealousy.

Word Count: 2.2k

Imelda is fretting by her bed, occasionally holding pieces of jewelry up to me for an opinion as she tries to match things to her dress. I occasionally nod, not really paying attention to her vain worries as she hastily plans her outfit for the Yule Ball. I organized my attire last week, not wanting the very thing Imelda is going through to consume me at the last moment.

“You’re acting as if the ball is your funeral, Aislynn,” Imelda states, still rummaging through her jewelry case. A sour look goes across my face at her words. I was trying to be excited, I really was, but I could not convince myself of the emotion. Things should be better this year than last year. I have a date, a dress that I did not throw together at the last second, and two idiot boys will not have a jealous filled spat in the hallway because of me. So why was I not excited?

“I just think I’m regretting not having experienced more of these events,” I tell Imelda, pressing a smile to my face to mask my apathetic feelings. She shrugs, buying my excuse. “They are only really fun when you’re older. My first few balls were awkward and full of puffy dresses and boys who were too scared to ask for a dance. Thank Merlin, someone decent has asked me this year.”

Imelda had been asked a week or two ago by another boy in Slytherin, someone I really only knew in passing, named Luther. I hadn’t even known that she fancied him, but Imelda had been trying out many different boys since the start of the term. Always searching for one more interesting, more handsome than the last. Luther, who was tall with jet black hair, seemed to at least fall into the latter category.

“Luther is certainly handsome,” I say, trying to get her to talk about him so that I don’t have to comment on her jewelry anymore. Imelda beams, clearly pleased with the boy she has snatched up as a date for tonight.

“Isn’t he? I finally got a good one,” she says, holding a pair of earrings up to her ears. “What do you think of these?”

Looking at the earrings in depth, I smile and nod. They were pretty, everything she had shown me was pretty. “Are you going to get ready soon?” I ask, wanting an excuse to start getting my hair ready.

“I think I need to, it’s almost four o’clock, we have to be ready in a few hours,” she says. “Can you help me with my hair?”

I grin. “Of course, only if you help me with mine.”

Imelda throws her head back in a laugh. “Deal. Not like you have much hair to work with, anyways.”

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In the small mirror in our room, Imelda admires her final form before we depart to the hall. She looks lovely, dressed in a purple gown with enough gold jewelry to draw anyone’s eyes towards her. I plaited her hair, coiling it at the nape of her neck, and she has rouge on her face so that she constantly looks like she’s blushing.

“God, I look pretty,” she says, clearly pleased with the end goal. “You want a go with the mirror?”

Stepping aside, she allows me to gaze at myself in the small looking glass. I barely recognize myself, the girl in the mirror is such a stark contrast to my normal sullen self. The dress, dark blue with black lace, is more beautiful than I could have imagined. My hair, which has grown over time, sits a bit past my shoulders. Imelda masterfully pulled back the scrawny pieces in the front, twisting them and pinning them away from my face. I allowed her to apply the tiniest bit of rouge to my face, causing me to glow pink.

The real star is the jewelry I wear. Silver earrings, dangling with a pearl at my lobe. And my necklace. The very necklace Sebastian gave me, over a year ago. It was the one silver necklace I had, and it seemed fitting to allow him to see me in it. Looking at it, sitting against my chest, all I could notice was the small phrase carved in braille. What it meant to me, and how it could only be interpreted by one.

Pushing the thought away, I smile at myself in the mirror. Imelda is behind me, grinning, clearly pleased with her work. “You look absolutely ravishing. Sebastian will probably eat you alive.”

I have to force myself to not drop the smile on my face. I was not upset about going with Sebastian, but I knew to him it meant something different than it did to me. It meant lust, sex, courting, my lips on his. And I didn’t want that, any of it, anymore.

Imelda makes a comment regarding the time, and she pulls me away from the mirror. “We must go now, it started fifteen minutes ago, and I don’t want Luther to wait on me!” I let her drag me out of the room and through the common room towards the hall, where our dates planned to meet us.

I spot Sebastian before he spots me, and I can’t help but still admire how much effort he is willing to put into himself for fancier events. Dressed in all black, his hair less messy than usual, he looks handsome. He is handsome. And when he turns and spots me, it all almost seems like it’s going to be okay.

He looks as though he has been petrified, his body still as his eyes take me in. Mouth agape, he starts to walk towards where Imelda and I are, his pace hurried. Once he is a few feet from us he stops, and just admires me. Admires my dress, my hair, my shining face, the shy smile I give him. And even though Sebastian is just my friend, and I want nothing more from him, I eagerly take his hand when he offers it to me.

Waving quickly at Imelda, I let Sebastian pull me into the hall. “You look beautiful, Aislynn,” he tells me, his voice deep and hushed. “Want to get a drink?”

I nod and allow him to steer me towards the tables full of food and drinks. He pours us two glasses of some red liquid, and then quickly pops out a flask and pours something stronger into them. I drink, the flavor of the alcohol being masked by something pleasant and sweet. My eyes scan the room, pausing on Poppy and Garreth, and I smile. Despite not wanting to pursue each other romantically, the two still enjoy each other’s company and came together as friends for the night. I keep my eyes moving, trying to see who all is here, before pausing again when I see a patch on blonde hair.

Ominous is seated, alone, at a table in the corner. I try not to stare at him for too long, but I can’t help it. Since our last meeting on my birthday, I have longed to talk to him again. Aout anything or about nothing, but just to hear his voice. It was driving me mad, and I don’t even know why.

I am drawn away from Ominis when Sebastian plucks my cup from my hand and hauls me out to the dance floor. I let him grip my waist, placing my hands on his shoulders, and allow him to pull me close to him. The music is slow, but loud enough that people cannot hear what he is saying to me.

“I feel as though I have never seen another woman when I look at you. You are the prized possession to have at this ball,” he says, his voice ragged in my ear. “What I would not do to be alone with you at this moment.”

I don’t even know what to say in response to these things. His bold, unashamed comments only make me blush in embarrassment. I don’t want him to say these things to me, especially not while Ominis is in my direct line of sight. I gaze at him from across the room, before mumbling a quick thank you to Sebastian. My eyes can’t seem to leave the boy across the room, the one who can’t meet my stare.

The song ends and I start to pull myself away from Sebastian, my eyes still on Ominis. When Sebastian sees my face, he starts to follow my eyes to where they are directed. I look away, not wanting to be caught staring at his friend, but I am too late. He sees exactly who I am fixated on, and his expression sours.

“Am I not suitable company for you?” he says, his tone showing that he is hurt. I shake my head quickly, a fake smile on my lips. “Sorry,” I tell him, “I think I just zoned out for a bit. You look wonderful tonight.”

That last bit seems to do the trick, his smug grin emerging and the upset look fading on his face. Music starts again, another song to sway to, and he pulls me close again. I allow him to lead me all across the dance floor, my dress swirling each time we turn.

“Aislynn,” he says, his voice a whisper again. I pull my head back slightly to look at him, waiting for his response. But instead of saying anything, Sebastian seizes the opportunity to crash his lips onto mine.

Jerking my head away with a gasp, I stare at him wide eyed. “What are you doing?” I say, glancing around at the few heads that have turned towards us. “It’s fine,” Sebastian says, “I don’t care if they see us.” As he moves his head closer again, I force myself to break away from his embrace.

“I care!” I all but yelled. “I don’t want people to see, I don’t want to do that!”

The last statement almost seems to slap him across the face, but I don’t care. I stand there, a good foot or two in between us, and glare at him. I turn my head to where Ominis had been sitting, but find him gone. Looking around, I don’t see him anywhere.

Turning my attention back to the boy in front of me, I give him one final look of anger before leaving him during the middle of the song. Picking up my skirts, I stomp out of the room and into the hallway. I head towards the one place I think that Ominis could be, the one place we got to for solitude and relaxation.

The door to the Undercroft opens with a creak, potentially alerting anyone inside that someone is there. I step into the room, and sure enough he is there waiting to be found.

Ominous is seated at the piano, no noise coming out of it. He doesn’t turn his head or even lift it when I walk in, despite the sound of my heeled shoes giving me away. I stand, watching him stay still, and open my mouth to speak.

But he beats me to it. “You need not check up on me. It’s not fair to Sebastian that you left him to see me.”

“I do not want to be with Sebastian right now,” I say, the words feeling truthful and coming out confidently. At this statement, Ominous lifts his head and angles it towards me. “He is your date tonight, is he not?”

There is this feeling inside me, drawn out by the question he asks me, and things seem to build up inside and erupt like a dam in my mind. “You should have asked me,” I all but blurted out.

Now his head is facing mine entirely, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. “We were not speaking until a few weeks ago, and he had asked you by…”

“Last year, then. You should have asked me last year. Why didn’t you?” I press into him, all but demanding he answer my question. Ominis sighed, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “He was going to.”

“But he didn’t.”

I watch as Ominis opens his mouth, and then shuts it again. He can’t seem to come up with a suitable response for a moment. “I know that you two are in love, and that is why I have distanced myself.”

It takes everything in my power not to laugh at his statement. “In love?” I scoff. “I am not in love with Sebastian, I can assure you.”

Ominis’ eyebrows knit themselves in confusion. “I don’t… he- he wrote to me, and…” The words seem to stumble out, not making any real sense to me. “I don’t even know what to believe anymore, from either of you.”

“If Sebastian has told you otherwise, it’s a lie.” The words sounded harsh coming out of my mouth, but they needed to be said. “I am not in love with him.”

“I- I have put my feelings aside for a long time, Aislynn. You need not spare them now,” he says, choking out the words. He almost seems like he is trying to convince himself that what I say is false, that I am the one who is lying to him. “Sebastian loves you.”

“What do I care about that if I don’t love him?” I scoff, my words cold. I watch as Ominis tries to compose himself, his mind clearly racing from the conversation. He is running a hand through his hair, making it lose its normally perfect shape.

“But he loves you… don’t you get it?” he finally breathes out, expression crazed as he pants. I shake my head, picking my skirt up. His denial, his belief that he must sacrifice for Sebastian, it’s too much for me.

“Believe what you want. But I am down here with you right now, and he is alone upstairs,” I say, my voice low and calculated. I don’t give him a chance to respond as I hoist my skirt up and march out of the room, not allowing myself a moment of regret until I am halfway down the hallway on my way back to my dorm.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis x mc #slytherin #dramione #eventual smut #harry potter #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #friends to enemies #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis

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allyricas · 7 months

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there's just something so delicious about friends-to enemies-to lovers

barely teenage steve and eddie who have a devastating end to what they both thought would be a forever friendship. maybe it's a misunderstanding or maybe it's just teenage angst that felt impossible to fix in the moment.

but i am feral over the idea that the only reason steve ever became 'king steve' strutting around with tommy and carol with his aloof, semi-mean girl attitude was because of the falling out with eddie. that he did it so he didn't feel so much hurt over it. still has no idea what he did to make eddie suddenly hate him.

same with eddie. he definitely liked metal and nerdy shit all along, but maybe he only leaned into the whole 'forced conformity, it's what's killing the kids' freak persona to guard himself. as armor. because he fucking misses steve as much as he hates him. so he glares and makes snarky comments. finds his solace in DnD and his band.

they fight with words and shoulder shoves in the hallway. each of them too proud to ever talk it out and fix things. to the point that their peers don't remember that steve and eddie used to be inseparable. everyone but steve and eddie forget the obvious affection and closeness they once shared.

it takes a bunch of freshmen to put them back into each other's orbit.

it takes the upside down, a dead cheerleader and an evil wizard for them to actually get along again.

because steve is meant to hate eddie but the moment he sees the trailer and hears the word 'murder' he feels like he might throw up.

Please, god, not eddie.

only to find out he supposedly murdered chrissy cunningham. despite all the animosity between the two of them, steve knows in his soul that eddie would never kill anyone.

even when he's against a wall with sharp glass pressed to his neck, heart racing as he looks into the eyes he tries not to think about, steve knows that eddie won't actually hurt him.

steve has the urge to stay with eddie at the lake house and make sure nothing else happens to him. instead, he stops forcing himself to be an asshole towards eddie. it's exhausting and he's never truly meant it anyways. the upside-down shit is threatening the one person he hoped would never be a part of it.

it takes eddie watching steve get pulled under lover's lake and attacked by demon bats to realize that the biggest misunderstanding was of his own thirteen year old self's feelings. that he could've lost steve and he'd have never even told him the truth of why he let their friendship implode over such a ridiculous misunderstanding.

that he wanted more than friendship and that scared the hell out of him at thirteen.

he sees steve bleeding and throwing himself into danger over and over. realizes that yeah, steve harrington is a good guy. his own personal munson doctrine is fundamentally flawed and untrustworthy and he's in love with this stupidly brave man, maybe since forever.

make him pay means i'm sorry, i love you, please be safe, come back.

it takes eddie nearly dying and his steve carrying him out of hell for eddie to realize that steve never hated him either. that what eddie always views as aloofness and superiority was hurt and steve trying to deal. regardless of whatever lays in the past, steve holds him together with his hands and begs eddie to stay. whispers that he loves him, always has loved him, always will love him.

eddie thinks about all the years they lost due to teenage angst and fear. fights to keep his eyes open and stay, because steve his sobbing and begging him not to go.

and when eddie finally wakes up in the hospital, it's steve and uncle wayne next to him. steve won't leave his side, maybe ever again. neither of them with any desire to ever look at each other with anything but love.

#steddie #friends to enemies to lovers #friends to enemies #enemies to lovers #feeling mildly angsty but still a sucker for a HEA #angst

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clairebishop6226 · 10 months

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Society's prejudice destroyed this beautiful friendship.

please don't blame Gloreth, she was as innocent as Nimona back then, people are not born bad, society corrupts them.

I am not defending Gloreth's actions, so expressing an opinion on:

I understand that it's hard to look at Gloreth's point of view as their actions resulted in a hypocritical false hero system in the future, but I wanted to remind you that the legend of Gloreth has been altered for millennia as society's way of masking the truth about what they are afraid of, in legend Gloreth is a grown woman, like shining armor and a golden sword, but the reality is that it all started with the friendship of two girls and a sad end where a child wields a toy sword to scare someone who was considered a friend, it still hurts to remember that Gloreth created an entire society of lies, but I don't think it was all her credit, the so famous heroine was as commoner as Ballister who was judged all his life because of its origin, those who remain in power always distort the truth, people like the director have existed for millennia, I'm not claiming anything, I'm just saying that I don't believe that all that was set up and thought of by someone who, at the beginning, didn't even bother to create a friendship with a shapeshifter, the first time Nimona transforms in front of Gloreth she looks at the village already thinking about what would happen if other people found out and decided to keep their friendship a secret from her family.

#nimona movie #Nimona #Gloreth #friendship #friends to enemies #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius

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valsmotive · 25 days

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I will lose you. It is written into this poem the way the fisherman’s wife knits his death into the sweater.

"the sweater" by gregory orr (inspired by: sixteenthprince)

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gabzs-002 · 26 days

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Just a short lil doodle of one of the saddest ships that changed the trajectory of my life idk ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #geto suguru #jjk suguru #jujutsu geto #satosugu #satoru x suguru #friends to enemies #lovers to enemies #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #fanart #art #digital art #arts on tumblr #drawing

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prairieenyasblog · 1 month

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guysb. i can’t stop thinking about them…… in the roof.. uagh

(nobody comment abt the made up poses)

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tookthe-405 · 2 months

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On our way

loser!ellie x ex-bsf!reader

Summary: You and Ellie grew up as best friends, everywhere you were, she was there too. But one night changed everything and you still have no idea what happened, only that Ellie wants nothing to do with you anymore.

So what would happen if the both of you would go on a little Roadtrip?

c.w: there are gonna be some in the future!!

✮ ┈➤ PROLOGUE

✮ ┈➤ CHAPTER: 1

✮ ┈➤ FLASHBACK 1

✮ ┈➤ CHAPTER: 2

more…

#ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #femme reader #slow burn #childhood friends #friends to enemies #tlou part 2 #abby tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us 2

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hiimmirka · 1 year

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I watched Code Geass for the first time of my entire life in early 2023, being very late for the party

It had everything I like:

Mecha fights with really important strategic aspects, very interesting lore, action oriented and suspenseful moments, a Greek tragedy-like plot with our two favorite characters...

Trauma Baby™ and Pathetic man (of the day)

(I actually decided to draw them like that after seeing someone suggesting to draw our babygirls (derogatory term) in these poses. Suzalulu are so f ing tragic I love them haha)

#code geass #lelouch lamperouge #suzaku kururugi #lelouch vi britannia #suzalulu #code geass fanart #suzaku x lelouch #lelouch x suzaku #friends to enemies #To lovers actually (???)#Idk man the ending is pretty gay if you think about it

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dreorcaul · 2 months

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its a wip for the moment! cassunzel fans I haven't forgotten about you!

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nerdestiwrites · 2 months

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predator and prey, chapter two (hazbin hotel reader insert)

The trip to the less than three star looking hotel had been a rather uneventful one, which was more than what most people hoped for in a day in Hell. It had just been less than a full twenty four hours since the announcement of the accelerated deadline of the next Extermination and the streets were filled with sinners freaking out and causing chaos, doing every sin possible. That wasn’t any different than any other day, but it seemed to even bring out those who seemed to have more self control than others.

The hotel itself wasn’t inspiring but you’ve lived in worse and had friends that lived in worse so you weren’t going to complain. Rent was expensive, especially in Hell, and you couldn’t imagine the cost for any building to own. Being the princess of Hell seemed to have it’s perks, but even perks had downsides.

You walked up the hill towards the looming hotel, your eyes scanning over the exterior as your head tilted to the side briefly. A ship seemed to have been embedded into the framework of the hotel itself and there was an eyesore of a radio tower hanging off the roof of it, and if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t entirely sure how one entered the radio tower.

Stopping at the front door, you took in a sharp breath as you lifted your hand to knock. The sounds of arguing from inside made you hesitate for just a moment, were you supposed to knock? It was a hotel after all, you never knocked on a hotel’s door before when you were living, was it different because it was Hell? Or because it was the Princess’?

Before you could think of the different cultural differences there might be you haven’t experienced yet, you walked through the doors, opting out of knocking. You smiled brightly, putting on a perfect customer service persona you learned quickly got you better tips when you served back when you had been alive. “Hi!” You said excitedly, giving a small wave.

Inside the main area of the room, the lobby you would’ve called it, stood three people. Two were standing near a couch, both now staring at you in shock, one with excitement speckled in, and the third behind a bar that looked out of place considering the rest of the decor of the interior of the hotel. The blonde raced forwards and pulled your hand into her own, shaking it enthusiastically, a wide smile on her face. You shook back, just as enthuisastically, meeting her energy, best have a good impression.

“Hi! I’m Charlie!” She explained as she let go of your hand, seeming to be vibrating with excitement at your presence within the hotel. She motioned the other to approach, who did and seemed to eye you suspiciously.

You in turn say your name and glanced around the lobby once more. “I saw just the brief start of your commercial- didn’t really get to see all of it with the interruption of the news. But I figured I’d come check it out, is that okay?”

Charlie nodded quickly and motioned for you to step further into the lobby, motioning around as she spun, “Of course! This is the Hazbin Hotel! Our goal here is to take sinners and rehabilitate them so they might get a chance at redemption and go to Heaven!”

That certainly was something. A chance at redemption, you hadn’t even thought of that as a possibility. Once you realized you were in Hell, you figured that was it, that you’d always be in Hell, unless killed. A chance to go through the pearly gates and maybe see your family again had completely left your mind. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to go to Heaven, with your plan and all.

It was clear from the look on the others face that it hadn’t yet been proven to even actually happen yet, that this whole thing was just a new concept they were attempting. It was noble, to say the least, to try and save the souls who had been condemned for eternity only to be killed again. You still weren’t sure what happened when a soul was killed for a second time. Was there a super hell? A second afterlife? Would it really be worse than Hell?

Charlie grabbed your attention from your thoughts as she motioned towards the person standing next to her. “This is Vaggie, and over there is our bartender Husk! This is the parlor where we’ll be doing our daily activities to try and reform sinners, everyone will have a room of their own, and somewhere around here is Nifty our house keeper and Alastor is out for the day but he’s usually here as well.”

That caught your attention. Alastor, the Radio Demon, who had been missing for seven years, was here at the hotel meant to redeem souls. So, he wasn’t dead then, and seemed to be playing house with the princess of Hell. Perhaps he had a similar idea as you did, get close to the princess in hopes of earning favor with her. You made a low hum, keeping your surprise to yourself. “I’m not entirely sold on the whole redemption thing just yet… After all I haven’t even been in Hell for a year yet. There’s still so much I haven’t seen.” You joked, giving a half smile.

At your words you could see Charlie deflate slightly, the excitement and enthusiasm dying down slightly. She however nodded, not intending to try and force you to stay if you didn’t want to. She stared at you momentarily before giving another smile, still warm, still welcoming. The princess seemed like a good soul, someone who definitely didn’t deserve to be in Hell, cursed to be due to who her parents were.

“I’m gonna think about it though. So if I’m back in a few days, don’t be surprised.” You continued as you took a step forwards, grabbing Charlies hand, and shaking it gently.

She returned the gesture, shaking your hand back before letting go. “Yes- yes of course! I’ll make sure Nifty gets a room cleaned up fo ryou, just in case. And don’t even worry if you decide against it, I’m sure we’ll have more people wanting to be redeemed at any moment.”

You could hear the confidence in her voice, you could see it plastered across her face, her motivation and thrive to redeem those around her, save them, it reminded you of your younger siblings. And the reminder that they were still alive, or at least you hoped they were still alive, up on Earth, having had to go to your funeral, mourn you, caused a grief you hadn’t expected to feel. You never even thought about how they might be doing until just then.

“Right-” You cleared your throat to ensure it didn’t crack at the sudden wave of emotions hitting her chest, the hurt wrapping around your heart. “Well, good to hear I’ll have a room! Hoping for little chocolate mints on my pillow and free shampoos.” Joking was a good coping mechanism and defense mechanism. Distracting from yourself and keeping the mood lighthearted.

“I do have to go though, thank you for talking with me and telling me about the hotel though!” You waved as you turned quickly to leave the hotel, not giving the residents a chance to respond to your departure. You needed to be alone, you dealt with your emotions best alone. That didn’t change just because you were dead and in Hell.

The journey home was one that you barely could remember, too stuck in your thoughts to pay any attention to your environment around you. That would normally have been incredibly dangerous, to walk down the streets of Hell without any perception of what was going on around you, but even demons who had half a mind seemed to see that bothering you in that moment wouldn’t end well for them.

The first time in just under a year you felt homesick. The first time in just under a year you missed your little siblings. You missed your friends, your pets, fuck, you missed your pets. They wouldn’t have even understood the reason you never came home that night. They would’ve thought you just abandoned them- that you didn’t want them anymore. You hoped beyond hope that your roommates, your parents, someone took them in.

You made it to your small apartment, that just this morning you would’ve called home, but now it felt empty and cold. You stared from the doorway, imagining how things could’ve been different, how you could still be alive, what you could be doing if you were still alive. It was a good thing you didn’t have this spiral when you first arrived in Hell, who knows what might’ve happened.

A text tone snapped you out of your stupor and you glanced down at the phone in your hands, the screen brightness burning your eyes in contrast to your dark apartment. It was from Velvette but your brain wasn’t processing what she had sent. You blinked a few times as your eyes narrowed, seeing a picture of Valentino seemingly having a full blown meltdown over something, the picture capturing a moment of mid throwing some poor soul across the room.

You: hate him. Want to grab a drink?

Getting out of your dark lonely apartment seemed like a good idea, and being alone seemed better. You enjoyed hanging out with Velvette but knew that with her busy schedule of being apart of the Vs and an overlord it was rare for just the two of you to hang out. Especially since your friendship was still hidden from the other Vs, and Vox seemed to have cameras everywhere.

Velvy: got an hour left here in the studio

Velvy: meet at HornPub?

You: be there

You turned, opened the door, and stepped out back onto the streets of Hell, heading down to the small bar that was uncreatively named. A drink or ten was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of the what ifs and hypotheticals. You knew you were going an hour early, two hours as you knew Velvette had the habit of running late, but you figured you’d get a headstart and maybe pull in a few deals, gain a few more favors owed while waiting and drinking. And, who better than to vent to than the bartender. It was like therapy but you could get drunk at the same time.

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saltandfire-blog · 5 months

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When you realize your ship is manifested from Fox and the Hound 😅❤️

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words-on-pa-per · 27 days

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“I would’ve given up everything just to have you hold my hand one more time.”

“Aw-“

“Now, I would give anything to be the one to kill you.”

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writing-to-survive · 2 months

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#199

"Did you ever enjoy being my friend?"

"I've never felt more alive being with you. I really wish it didn't have to end"

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quartzalynlove · 1 year

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Reunion

Pairing: dazai x fem! Ability user! Reader

Summary: the first time you and dazai meet after he left the port mafia

A/N: this might be my favorite one shot in a while

Chuuya was one of your closest friends. You, him, and Dazai had been one great trio until that night Dazai betrayed the port mafia. He was always annoying to you, but ever since that night he slipped from the underground without so much as a word, you hated Dazai.

Unfortunately for you and Chuuya, Mori made a deal with Fukuzawa that made the port mafia and the detective agency allies for the time being. Chuuya was a little more than pissed at this development, and for some God awful reason, you were a good friend. You and Chuuya both knew that he was going to be teamed with Dazai for a mission, but you owed Chuuya a favor. Long story short, after some sucking up to the boss, you convinced him to have you take Chuuya's place and spare him of Dazai's insufferable company.

Dazai was already at the meeting spot, but he was taken by surprised when he wasn't greeted by annoyed growling. Instead, he heard your kitten heels clicking down the alley and that calm silence you always carried with you.

You saw that devil's smile form as you walked closer. That grating voice you thought you had long forgotten entered your eardrums once again.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N L/N."

Your face was like stone in his presence; you walked past Dazai, barely acknowledging him.

"Dazai."

He began following behind you out of the alley and towards the location of your objective.

"Aw, sister, you're not still mad at me are you? All that was so long ago."

He spoke with the tongues of snakes and the cadence of a fox. You were almost disgusted with yourself for calling the slippery eel behind you your friend once.

"I'm not upset in the slightest. I just prefer not to ally myself with traitors."

"Ouch," Dazai feigned offense. "I remember you being a little sweetheart for a trained interrogator, what happened, sister?"

The second time he called you that, you snapped. Stopping in your tracks, you whipped yourself around to face Dazai. He had never seen so much hate in your eyes as your ability's aura blazed around you and your dress started flowing in the angry wind; it was intriguing.

"I'm not your sister," you formed your words into daggers, but they were hardly a poke to the man in front of you.

You were the only one between you two that was hurt; you had always known that. Wasting your anger was pointless. Turned back around, you muttered the rest of your sentence. "Not anymore."

Dazai smiled and you felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach. It was going to be a long day, still, you had a mission to finish.

Neither of you had talked since leaving the meeting point. Relief washed over you as you were almost at the base you were sent to infiltrate, maybe you wouldn't have to deal too much with Dazai.

There were too many nights. Too many nights you spent alone in your room wondering why your closest friend would leave your home and your friendship without a word. Why he would leave for the enemy. All those years you knew he didn't care; it was probably just another game for him. Still, it was by far his sickest yet.

At least it was easy. For the first time in his life Dazai wasn't talking, and you didn't have to look at him. However, it was like Dazai knew. He knew you were calm with these conditions, and that was simply too boring.

"Sister, I've got a question," he said. "I thought I was doing this mission with Chuuya, so how'd I end up with you? Don't tell me there's some unresolved tension you simply needed to confront?"

"Don't flatter yourself," you threw back at him. "Chuuya swore he'd kill you if he saw you again, so I convinced the boss to have me take his place."

Your words were so cold, nothing like the Y/N Dazai used to know. Even though you had your dark side, you were kind for a member of the mafia. You were caring too. Seeing how Dazai was the reason that love had waxed cold was nice for him in a way. Depite your childish quarrels, the both of you always had one thing in common. The only reason the two of you were the mafia's best interrogators was because you loved your job. You liked breaking people, relishing in the horrors that left their minds.

"Isn't that cute." Dazai laughed under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

Dazai passed you before blocking your way.

"I think I just realized something."

You tried to walk around him. "Is that so?"

"I'd be worried if I wasn't hated for betraying the mafia like I did, but" Dazai crossed his arms. "I don't think it's hate I see when you look at me. You're hurt."

Your face twisted into anger once again, but you could never extinguish that pained blaze in your eyes.

"Yeah right, like I said, Dazai, don't flatter yourself."

"Oh, I'm not," he laughed. "But I have to admit, you're flattering me just a bit, sister."

You felt your blood boil in your veins; you were just about ready to punch Dazai out of your way.

"Shut up!"

As Dazai stepped closer, your teeth grit. Every cell in your body wanted say damn the truce and attack, but you couldn't will yourself to. It wasn't for the mafia's sake, it wasn't because you knew Mori would be pissed; it was...you didn't know.

"If I remember correctly, you always hated when I called you that. I can't believe I never realized why."

Dazai was inches away. Looking at him hurt, being that close made your soul feel like it was being torn apart. You couldn't even bring yourself to shout at him.

"Stop talking." Turned your head down with clenched fists.

But he didn't stop. He just had to finish that thought.

"You never wanted to be my sister."

All of your anger hit a boiling point, but you didn't know what to do with it. The one to lose their temper in battle is the one to taste defeat, and you would die before you gave him that satisfaction. Still, staying silent meant giving Dazai more room to talk.

"You mind if I make a few predictions? I've become a decent detective in my time with the agency."

He took your frozen silence as a yes.

"You never wanted to be my sister, Y/N...you wanted to be my lover. I'm sure you know the reason you're so valuable as an interrogator. The ability to manipulate emotions is a powerful one. You could induce a soul crushing despair to make your victim lose hope in the secrets they're protecting or a stomach churning guilt to make them spit it all up, and your favorite, if I can remember, was turning them in so many directions that they went mad from not having control of their mind anymore. I remember how you used to look at me, but it wasn't with the shy eyes a typical school girl flashed at her crush. It was with curiosity. You were wondering if your ability would work on someone like me. Was that how desperate you were for me to reciprocate those feelings?"

You were seething where you stood. Damn him, damn that sly smile that never left his face, damn those questioning eyes piercing through your soul. What did he know? Where did these ridiculous delusions spawn from in his mind?

You heard Dazai laugh.

"Don't get all shy, now. I bet if I got even closer," he took a step forward. "Your face would feel just like fire, your heart would start racing like a hare; you'd even have trouble standing straight."

Dazai took your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned your head to look at him. His touch was electrifying and you hated it. As if that wasn't enough he leaned in closer. You felt his breath on the shell of your ear as he spoke.

"So tell me, did I crack the case?"

Fed up with Dazai's antics you swung your forearm into his abdomen, pushing him against the wall of the alley he wouldn't let you enter. Even as you grabbed him by the shirt and forced him into the brick, he simply let you and giggled to himself like a child.

"I swear I'll kill you someday."

It wasn't until Dazai opened his eyes to look at you that you realized what you had done.

"I don't think I'd be against it."

Not only were your threats not affecting Dazai, but your grip on his shrit, the fire in your eyes.

Damn it

You let him go, your hand shaking as it came back to your side. That sly, slippery bastard still had it, didn't he?

The one to lose their temper in battle is the one to taste defeat.

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