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enluv · 8 months

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in another life.

lee heeseung x f!reader x ??? (it'll make sense when you read I promise)

SYNOPSIS: in which losing you is the least of heeseung’s worries, until he’s forced to watch you slip through his fingers.

wc: 1.9k (almost 2k fr)!

genres: best friends to strangers, unrequited love (or is it), best friends to lovers

warning(s): heavy angst, toxic friendship/relationship, heeseung is mean, very very mean, manipulation (nothing too crazy), refusal to take blame, and heeseung needs to be humbled imo...ANYWAYS, small plot twist but not really! (a/n: header is ugly because I made it in like 2 minutes since it felt naked without one 🤣☝🏽)

Lee Heeseung knows about your feelings for him at the mere age of eight, when you give him the other half of your popsicle stick that you’ve just bought with your very own allowance. His smile is so bright taking the food from your hand that it doesn't even matter if you've spent all five of your dollars on the popsicle because as long as your youthful heart can see Heeseung smile, that’s all that matters to you.

Heeseung also knows about your feelings for him when you're both sixteen and he proudly exclaims that he’s finally asked Jisun out after months of pining after her. A hurt look flashes across your face for one, two then three seconds, then as if it was never there, it’s gone. He thinks it might have been a bad idea to tell you but he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings you have for him and in his mind, he never will.

“Come on Y/N, it’s one party, please come with me please, I don’t want to be alone all night,” he pouts tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. Heeseung knows it’s not right to do things like this, knows he shouldn’t force you to go with him everywhere but he likes that you can’t say no to him, it swells his heart with pride to have someone care for him as much as you do.

“I already told you I have to study for midterms, go alone or with Jay.” Your tone isn’t dead-set and Heeseung knows he’s cornered you. He smiles as an idea forms in his head, maybe he can persuade you with just enough charm, it’s worked in the past so why not now?

“I seriously can not believe Heeseung got you to come, I know he said he could do it but honestly Y/N, I thought you were stronger than that.” It’s always the same sentence or form of it. It tugs at your heart, just like in high school people in college are just as aware of how you feel for him, even he knows it himself. He plays a blind man to your feelings.

An ache begins to pump in your heart, whatever liquor Yeonjun had handed you when you stepped in seems to not be working and that night as you watch Heeseung dance with Mina, you vow to yourself silently that you'll start your process of healing from whatever feelings you have for Lee Heeseung.

A few days later Jay watches a frantic Heeseung search for his phone charger in amusement, “Missing an important call?” He quips playfully, the whole house knows why he’s so desperate to charge his dying phone. The past three days since he ditched you at TXT’s frat party you’ve been ignoring his texts, calls, and even him.

“Hyung, why are you so worried about Y/N calling? Didn't you ditch her? I wouldn’t call either if I was her,” the small comment earns Sunghoon a smack to the back of his head.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N would never ignore me like this. All I have to do is apologize with breakfast and she’ll accept it every time, we’ve done this before and never gone a day without talking.”

The boys can’t fully grasp why Heeseung is acting the way he is, to them he sounds like a desperate boyfriend after a fight that’s resulted in the silent treatment but Heeseung has continuously said he does not feel the same towards his best friend so they write it off as some form of separation anxiety and leave his room.

“I’m surprised you’ve held out this long Y/N,” jokes a sheepish Jeongin as he takes a glance at your phone screen that’s currently being lit up by multiple unread messages from Heeseung.

“I told you I’m ready to move on, I’ll talk to him when I see fit, I just need a few more days to myself.”

He hums in response as he lifts himself off his chair reaching a hand out for you to follow, “I’m proud of you ‘s all, he’s an asshole for using your feelings against you and making you feel the way he did, you don’t deserve that at all. You deserve someone who'd never ditch you."

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since you've spoken to Heeseung, his room is a mess with clothes and books scattered on the floor, usually you come by and help him organize things. He's had enough of this. Your contact suddenly flashes across his screen while he's out on a date, he doesn't hesitate to answer, bidding the girl he's dropping off a quick goodbye.

“Hello? Y/N? I’m really glad you called me, I have so much to ask you but guess what, I just had the most amazing date-” he’s cut off by your loud sigh and for a moment his heart drops, you've never stopped him from ranting about dates.

“Heeseung,” his name sounds foreign coming from your mouth, “we really need to talk, I have a lot to say to you so could we please meet tomorrow?” He isn't sure why but his stomach twists at your request.

The meeting between you two is quick and to Heeseung's surprise, brief. You explain to him that leaving you at a party he begged you to come to had upset you since it wasn’t his first time doing so, you also tell him that you needed the two weeks of space from not only him but everyone else to care for yourself, and you’d hoped he understood that. Of course he did, he felt shitty just thinking about the situation and promised to never do it again, to be a better "friend."

Things after your initial break from Heeseung fall back into place quickly and it's as if you never left his side, but he could tell you were different now, you refused to go with him to parties if he asked and any charming tricks he had up his sleeve fell flat when you'd respond with a hard “No.” Heeseung also noticed the interest you'd taken in Jeongin, and that made him feel things he'd never felt before.

It’s difficult to watch you flirt with one of his best friends, on one hand he should feel happy watching your attention sway to someone else after having caught it for so many years but on the other he isn’t happy at all, to be completely honest he feels bitter at the thought of you two together.

“You're an asshole Heeseung, like a really big one, do you know how long Y/N has been in love with you? Since we were like eight playing cops and robbers in the streets, and she loved you throughout the time that came after and every time we asked, you denied any feelings for her, but now all of a sudden you think you might love her back? Just when she's finally healing from the shit you put her through? That’s such an asshole move dude, super low of you,” and as Beomgyu’s rant subsides Heeseung stares at him puzzled, what did he ever do that was so bad to you?

“Don't give me that look, you've done so much shit to her, hell I don't know how she’s still your best friend, if I was her I’d have left you already.”

Heeseung continues to give Beomgyu the most confused look ever and with a small eye roll Beomgyu answers his question, “You use her to get what you want but never have you done anything to show her gratitude or any reciprocated feelings. All you ever do is give her hope, you act like you like her back when you need her but as soon as you get what you want, you leave her behind. It’s fucking sad dude. You're a horrible friend to her honestly.”

Heeseung’s heart burns, he’s known his whole life that he’d done this to you but to hear it laid out in front of him now, he can see how terrible it all actually is. How had you continued being his friend? If he was in your position he’d have left ages ago, but you didn’t, and that single thought is what gives Heeseung hope for you and him. He knows it’s dumb, he knows he doesn’t deserve you at all, but he wants you terribly and if he has to beg he will, if he has to lie he will, hell Heeseung would drop everyone for you. All that matters is that you stay with him, not with anyone else, and especially not with Jeongin.

Heeseung can spot you from a mile away. His smile grows wide before dropping instantly as he watches Jeongin hand you what looks to be a flower. The look on your face mirrors Jeongin’s, it’s happy and full. You've never smiled at him that way. Heeseung realizes that the only smiles you give him now are filled with sadness. His stomach knots, why does he feel so unsure of you right now. He’s never felt this much uncertainty from you ever.

He blames it on the fact that you two haven’t been talking as much lately. He blames the short break you had because there’s no way you’d actually stop wanting to be his friend, no way he’d ever lose you. You’ve always been by his side, and it will continue to be that way, because you love him and he has you wrapped around his finger. But, Heeseung knows deep down this security can’t be fed any longer as he watches you walk past him, hand in hand with Jeongin, not a single look his way, he's lost you.

It’s proven to him in the months to come as you slowly slip out of his pinned messages, as you take him off your private stories, and he has to watch you live your life through others. Heeseung knows he’s lost you especially when all together you stop coming to his rescue, won’t pick up the phone to hear his ramblings about dates and girls. He knows he’s lost you when you tell him you’re busy and can’t do what he wants. When you send him an awkward smile and gesture to your hand entwined with Jeongin's, as if to say, "sorry I'm with him now, you're too late."

If anyone ever asks Lee Heeseung about his one true love, he’ll say your name. He’s never been sure of what love is, never found it for himself, but he knows deep down that if he’s ever loved anyone, it’s you. You were the person he called at 3am when he crashed his car into a pole, you were the same person whose dorm had housed him a multitude of times when he was too drunk to crawl back to his own, the same person who loved him for years, until you couldn’t any longer and stopped waiting on him to give you the same love back, thinking he could never give it to you.

Heeseung likes to think that in another life he wasn't a complete asshole, realized your worth sooner, and maybe even had the balls to ask you out. He pictures himself in Jeongin's place, dating through college, moving in together after, getting married, having kids, living domestically. All he can do now is dream, maybe that's why he likes to sleep so much, because in his sleep-ridden mind, you're with him.

coco’s love note: mwahahahaha did you guys like the plot twist? are we happy 😁 are we mad? should we fight heeseung?! tbh writing this fic has been a wild ride, originally i had mc & heeseung end up with one another but then I decided that no, i didn’t want that, I wanted to show the results of a toxic “relationship” running it’s course through and through, that’s why heeseung never quite admits he’s wrong/he still feels entitled to mc even till the end! I wanted to show that he’d never change, even if he did “love” mc. anyways…thoughts?! comments?! concerns?! make sure to leave a comment or rb this with anything you’d like me to know or tell me how you felt about this fic :) muah ily! ty @odxrilove for reading it for me and not letting me change it again 😁🙏

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lyneira · 1 year

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♡ How to earn the lion's love ♡

-> things you can do to make this lazy lion love you to the moon and back

leona x reader (fluff!)

check out malleus' version here! -> ♡ how to gain the dragon's affection ♡

Lull him to sleep!

Yes, I know he can easily fall asleep on his own already, but if you were there with him, he would sleep 10x better! Do anything to relax him. Let him rest his head on your lap, run your fingers through his smooth mane, or maybe even hum a soft tune and he will be at peace.

The first time you have him lay his head on your lap, he'll feel a bit tense. Sure, he's used to others doing things for him, but he's not used to being given such intimate affection. Assure him that it's okay to be this vulnerable. Though, you needn't say anything at all. Tell him by gently rubbing his temples, enveloping him with the warmth of your hands, and feel as he allows himself to let go as the weight of his head falls deeper into your lap. If he wakes up and sees you smiling tenderly down at him, he might immediately pop up off your lap. He'd do this, not because you startled him, but because his heart can't handle such a beautiful sight and he'd need to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Shower him with compliments!

This guy has a lot of pride and an ego that needs to frequently be fed. Just do it, will ya? Treat him like the king he is because at home, they simply don't treat him right. But no flattering him! He'll get irritated by your insincerity (and he'll probably call you a bootlicker lol 💀) if you do.

Don't allow him to tell you "never mind" or "it doesn't matter" when it comes to talking about his feelings or his opinions!

Even if he says "it's a pain" to try to explain it and will stubbornly attempt to keep his mouth shut, be persistent in wanting to hear what he has to say! If you're far more stubborn than he is, he'll eventually let up. Again, back home, he has often been treated with disregard for being the second son, so do the opposite and go all out with it! Make him feel heard and his appreciation for you will skyrocket. The foreign feeling of opening up to someone may be weird to him, but if that someone is you, then it's a feeling he'd be willing to get used to.

Be appreciative and acknowledge his efforts!

He’ll probably shrug you off, saying that he only did it for his own selfish reasons and whatnot, but stand your ground! Deep down, it warms his heart that you see him, and that his accomplishments and efforts aren't going unnoticed. He might say that he doesn’t need your thanks. Even so, a little appreciation can’t hurt from time to time, can it? And it'll go a long way too. You’ll notice that he’ll be doing those things you've thanked him for more frequently. (He'll act kind enough when he's around you that Ruggie would be like, "Hey, y/n...what the heck have you done to Leona?!" 😨 lol)

Simply play chess with him!

It doesn't matter if you're good or bad at it, play his favorite game with him and he'll enjoy it either way. If you're skillful, his competitive spirit will come out and he'll be having a fun time going against you! No worries if you're bad at it, he's willing to teach you even though he'd be like 🙄 for most of the time. But as you eagerly listen and try to grasp the tactics he teaches you, he'll subtly smile to himself. He's secretly happy you're trying to spend time with him doing what he enjoys.

Also, attempt to make it a routine with him. In his mundane life of attending classes, give him something to look forward to, (which would be getting to play chess with you)

For most of his life, Leona has been overshadowed by his brother and has lost much motivation because of it. So let him know that you see him, that you hear him, that you appreciate him, and maybe he'll come to find one of those rare motivations. That, being you 😘

a/n: now that my posts are finally showing up in the tags, I'll continue this series on this blog instead of @ne-nene-ne ! That'll include any of my other writing as well!

I realize that I might honestly be more biased towards Leona because this one was longer than Malleus' 💀 (I love both boys tho, I swear)

As for the next victim, I'm thinking of doing Azul next! then maybe Idia too 🤔

#nene writes~♡#leona x reader #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twst fluff

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sagesskies · 3 months

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Milan DAMN girl you have every mental illness in the book, but youre hot and rich tho so wanna be my sugar daddy?

Milan pauses, the cool surface of the teacup brushing against his lips. Grey eyes blank as he processes the words just spoken.

He's heard of the concept, sugar daddies and their... babies. He knows many of his father's friends, the ones who are single and the ones who are still married, are sugar daddies themselves, but has never seen the appeal in it.

Love earned not through warm, affectionate words and actions, but instead, through cold, hard cash and expensive gifts was not something he found himself ever wanting for, no matter how desperate he became for a boyfriend.

It wouldn't be real. Each honeyed word spoken would be a lie that he'd be wasting his money listening to, and each gentle caress would be frigid and forced. Milan was tired of the cold masks that his business partners put on to appease him. To receive the same treatment from a romantic partner? Somebody he was meant to love? To hold? To trust wholeheartedly? No, thank you.

But... he glances at [Name], working within the bakery, singing along to whatever cheesy love song is playing from the speakers, and as radiant as ever.

Milan remembers the file being handed over to him, the papers detailing [Name]'s financial records, anything from his income to what credit cards he had, all in three pages. What caught his eye was the college debt, which he still struggled to pay.

He recalls the time that he saw [Name] behind the till, hair disheveled, clothes a bit wrinkled, eyes surrounded by dark circles. He was zoning out the entire day but at the same time easily spooked and, as agitated as a deer aware that it was being hunted. He could infer what was bothering him, [Name] were struggling to pay rent, his job at the bakery wasn't paying enough but it was the only job he could get, and there was still the debt from college.

Milan tried to get him to say it so he could readily make himself available to [Name] as an option, a savior of sorts. He wants to repay him for all the good he's done him, and it won't cost him more than a couple thousand to pay off his debt. But [Name] was stubborn and kept changing the subject, so he took the hint and played along.

He wouldn't mind being [Name]'s sugar daddy, Milan is sure that the younger man would be too nice to actually fake it. Besides, he likes Milan enough, doesn't he? Anything that [Name] would show will be real, to the point that it'll feel like just two friends hanging out with money as the bonus. Regardless of how much he wishes that the two of them could be more.

Maybe, just maybe, if Milan pays him enough, [Name] would be willing to do just a bit more for him. A bit of skin, a sultry gaze, a mischievous smirk. A warm hand running along Milan's throat, teasingly caressing his adam's apple before wrapping tightly around it and-

Milan clears his throat, hoping that you don't see how the tip of his ears turn red. He takes a sip of his tea, "I... appreciate the sentiment, but I must decline," He glances back at [Name], a dark storm brewing in his grey eyes. There was somebody else he wanted.

Maybe money can't buy him your love, but desperation may just force you right into his grasp.

#yandere oc #yandere male #x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male reader #yandere #Milan Balter #yandere imagines

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aurumacadicus · 5 months

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I haven't read much 616 comics-wise (I have read lots of fan fiction tho 👀) BUT I do write a lot of omegaverse so tell me if this is anything:

Tony isn't ashamed of being an omega, really. Life would be easier, certainly, if he was an alpha or even a beta. But he's done well for himself despite a lot of alphas in business thinking he's cute. He's pretty proud of the respect he's earned, even if he is a little bitter that that respect is just expected for alphas.

So he has no idea why, in the Iron Man armor, he tells Steve he's an alpha. (He knows a little. He's afraid of being kicked off the team for a multitude of reasons, not just being an omega. Being Tony Stark would be reason enough. Tony Stark isn't a hero, after all.) The armor is well-insulated, not just to protect him from hits, but to smother any scent that might tip someone off. He could have just left it vague.

It's fine, he figures. Steve likes have a fellow alpha to spend time with. He knows that Steve doesn't actually mind hanging out with others, but he's expressed that he's nervous around 'the more delicate sexes,' especially with the serum increasing his strength. So. He likes that he can put Steve at ease like that. He likes to be helpful. Besides, with the suit, he's basically at alpha strength anyway! It's not really a lie. In the suit, he's more physically alpha.

Anyway something something villains.

Steve is dosed with something that sends him into a rage, and the only person there for him to take it out on is Iron Man, who is locked in the room with him. (This is not a coincidence, I imagine villains want Steve to 1) suffer the guilt of killing his best friend and 2) thereby be easier to control, in theory.)

He's tearing the armor apart, and quite frankly, Tony's terrified with the anger naked on Steve's face. Steve is normally a very private person, even when it comes to his emotion, and he's never seen him even angry. Annoyed, sure, maybe, but even then, it had been good-natured. This is something else entirely, ugly and vindictive. He knows, logically, that this isn't Steve, not really. But Steve's torn one of the gauntlets off, nearly broke Tony's arm in the process, so he's got to figure something out before Steve really does kill him.

Perhaps foolishly, he reaches up to take the helmet off, fumbling with the catches as he lunges out of Steve's way. He doesn't make it far enough--Steve grabs one of his boots and yanks him back, lifts a fist so he can bring it down on the catches at the knee. Steve will break his leg if he finishes the move, Tony realizes, finally getting the catches open and shoving the helmet up, off. He can't help the gasp that he sucks in as the cool air hits his face, the scent of Steve's rage rolling across his tongue bitter and acrid.

"Steveit'sme," he says, and this isn't how he wanted to tell Steve, never how he wanted to tell him, but he knows, deep in his bones, that if Steve kills him without knowing who he's killing, it'll just hurt him even more. If he dies now, hopefully Steve will be angry at the villains for making him do it, making him hurt someone who can't even hope to hold a candle to his alpha strength, let alone his serum. Maybe Steve will focus on revenge instead of guilt.

Steve freezes, sort of, knuckles hitting the armor and then stopping abruptly. Tony feels a twinge, but he's relieved that it's only that. His knee will be fine. So long as Steve doesn't decide to kill him for lying, he thinks, biting his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from apologizing. He's not sorry he hid his identity. Maybe he shouldn't have lied about his orientation, but Steve had showed Jan cautious behavior that she'd had to scare out of him. Now Steve knows that Iron Man isn't just an omega, he's Tony Stark and the friendly but distant team benefactor. Maybe Steve needed the distance, Tony thinks, swallowing thickly.

It takes Tony a minute to realize that Steve's eyes are locked on his throat, and he has no idea why until he swallows again, watches Steve's eyes track the nervous up-and-down of his Adam's apple, sees Steve's pupils dilate even wider than they had been. He bites deeper into his lip to check if he's really seeing what he is or if it's just wishful thinking.

Steve's eyes dart up to his lips, and when Tony lets out a soft puff of breath, mouth dropping open in shock, Steve starts to lean in, looks angrier for a second, then turns his head away with a distressed grunt, hands flexing on Tony's armor until it creaks, and Steve lets go when he whimpers.

"Okay," Tony gasps, reaching up to wrap his arms around Steve's neck. "Come here. Come here. We'll get through this, Steve."

"Tony," Steve whispers, shaking with the effort of not moving. "It's you."

"Come here," Tony urges again, pulling down around his neck. "I've got you, Steve."

"Please," Steve whispers, and it's the most scared Tony has ever heard him, the rage and aggression giving way to despair, heavy and discordant after the terror Tony had been inspired to. "Why you?"

Tony will be hurt later, he figures. He never wanted to disappoint Steve. But Steve is still clearly feeling the effects of whatever they dosed him with. He figures he's lucky Steve didn't punch him when he showed his face. "It's okay, Steve," he tells him as kindly as he can manage, and Steve makes a hurt noise, or maybe a sound trying to negate what he's saying.

But Steve kisses him back when he finally draws him down, hands slowing as he mentally shifts to peeling Tony free instead of trying to bust in, and he pushes the hurt to the back of his mind.

#ideas #stony #lemon #tw: dubious consent #steve is upset not that tony is iron man #he is upset that this is the way he's having sex with tony #don't worry he's thought about it extensively because tony is fucking hot #and steve has working eyeballs

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animeyanderelover · 13 days

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Request: How about Seven Deadly Sins Ten Commandment Meliodas with a royal vampire s/o in an arranged marriage?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, arranged marriage, threats

Arranged marriage with a royal vampire s/o

🐲Considering that vampires are mere vassels for the Demon Clan during the war, perhaps an arranged marriage was proposed from Izraf, King of Vampires, in hopes of his kind earning more rights by wedding you to the son and successor of the Demon King. The Demon King could easily decline, Meliodas could easily decline, but perhaps there is something the Demon King sees in you thus forcing Meliodas into the marriage or maybe it is even Meliodas who has known you beforehand and for that decides that he can tolerate you enough to accept the offer of Izraf. You have no desire for the marriage but are loyal to your clan and for that have chosen to sacrifice yourself in hopes to aid to the greater good of your kind. Something that Meliodas sees as largely foolish and maybe somewhat admirable. The relationship between you two is very distant though as the marriage is a formality that is celebrated only because it is Meliodas who is now your husband.

🐲As Meliodas is fighting on the battlefield though as the leader of the Ten Commandments, both of you do not spend as much time with each other. A part of you is almost relieved yet another part knows that you have now duties to fulfill as you need to convince Meliodas to loosen the control his father has over your entire kind or otherwise Izraf will try to fight for the freedom of the clan and you doubt that your kind would stand a chance. Meliodas is aware that this is the main reason why you agreed to the arranged marriage but he dismisses your pleas most of the time as he reminds you that he is the one who has all of the power and control even outside of this marriage. There is no affection nor any love between the two of you so you decide that maybe you should first of all work on the marriage before asking him for any help as he has no obligation to help you. Meliodas isn't much better than his father after all. So you decide to work to gain his love and affection.

🐲It is quite difficult though as you don't know what to do besides obeying and doing everything you know to please him and keep him satisfied. You do not try to deny it when he asks you if your new strategy is trying to fix the relationship only to then ask him to help you but he doesn't seem to be angry about it, perhaps because he thinks that it'll be useless. He has never loved anyone after all so you aren't going to be any different. He is mainly just entertaining your effort and you are fully aware of this yet you try your best nevertheless. Hard work always pays off though and this saying seems to come true for you as you accomplish what no one has done before you. You worm your way into his heart, something that even Meliodas can't understand. Dark eyes observe you closely, his brows slightly furrowed as he ponders what it is about you that has allowed you to gain his black heart. You have achieved what you had planned to do. Are you aware of the costs though?

🐲Any rude words or discriminating actions taken against you are suddenly severely punished by Meliodas who has mostly ignored it so far as long as no one would have laid a hand on you. Now nothing is left unpunished anymore as he establishes brutally the rule that as his spouse you should be treated accordingly unless someone wants to face his wrath. He becomes much more possessive as you aren't allowed to walk around unless he can accompany you and whilst the war keeps him busy and he spends time on the battlefield which you often use to sneak outside, he always finds out. You can see that he is displeased with your ignorance of his words. You could get hurt after all. Not only from his own kind or from other clans who might plan to target you but maybe even from your own kind. The distrust that Meliodas holds against everyone is glaringly obvious as the only person he trusts with you is he himself. That is why he is so against the idea of letting you be left alone in the care of someone else.

🐲You know that whilst Meliodas cares about you though, the same doesn't count for your clan. You plead him for help nevertheless as this is the main reason why you agreed to wed him. Meliodas has always known them. It is only because of the recent awakening of his obsession that his feelings start dramatically shifting about it. He owns you right now. You might not see this marriage as anything more than a way to help your own clan but he sees it as something more now. You are now free of any duties you had to your clan so you can stop begging and pleading for their sake. You have other duties now that you are married to him and those duties are much more important than anything your clan might have asked of you. He asks of you to now focus on him and as your new role as his spouse but you know that the question is more of a demand. Meliodas not only seems agitated when you bring up your clan once again, he is. Your head is filled with the vampire clan to the point where you deny him after all.

🐲When Vampire King Izraf plots a secret rebellion and the Demon King finds out, your worst fears come true. All of them are defeated by the Demon King and as a punishment and an example for traitors, your entire clan is ordered to be executed. Immediately Meliodas stands up but instead of defending your clan from their grim fate, he only demands of his father to spare you. You are no longer part of the Vampire Clan as you have become a part of the Demon Clan by marrying him and you have been restricted and guarded closely by him which means that you had no part in plotting any of this. He argues with his father yet he is not budging and eventually you are excused and all silent whispers about you are mercilessly silenced by Meliodas. Your desperate pleas for him to save the rest of your clan are all ignored and in tears you realise that you should have never agreed to marry this monster for it would have been more honorable to die together with your clan than to be forever stuck with the possessive prince.

#yandere nanatsu no tazai #yandere nnt #yandere seven deadly sins #yandere sds #yandere meliodas

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entomjinx · 10 months

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Luffy and his perception of love

Small thing from twitter because twitter is exploding and I realized I never posted it here. Inspired by my urge to subvert expectations and this post:

Luffy's perception of what it means to be loved may be warped by all he's been through. His own love is pretty much unconditional, and he cares so deeply for others. However, when it comes to being loved himself-

He thinks he has to earn it via fighting or persistance.

Before I delve into individual characters, I'd like to acknowledge that Luffy is probably the most emotionaly intelligent person in the manga, but also that trauma can affect how a person views themself, leading them to hold themselves to higher/different standards than others.

Let's start with Garp. Garp constantly puts him through training as a child and tells him he must be a marine. He uses his "fists of love" on him to try and make him obey. The one time we see Garp look even remotely affectionate is when he thinks Luffy will become a marine, only for him to get even angrier upon Luffy declaring he wants to be pirate king. He also left him alone in the jungle all the time, and even threw him down a ravine.

Dadan makes a point of loudly declaring she doesn't want them around, which is an obvious lie to the audience, but not as much to the kids. The "If you don't hunt, you don't eat," rule in the mountain bandit's hideout also helps reinforced that important things (food, love) must be earned.

Luffy followed Ace around for three months, being hit with attacks meant to seriously injure him so that he'd be forced to stop following. Many of those attacks may have killed him were he not made of rubber. When he caught up to Ace and met Sabo, they threatened to kill him for knowing about the treasure. Instead, they leave him behind for Porchemy to find.

They spent all that time moving their treasure because they expected Luffy to tell Porchemy it's location. Instead, Luffy went through several hours of torture and refused to speak. If not for this, Ace and Sabo wouldn't have let him be their friend, let alone call him brother and love him. (and while we, the audience, know that Luffy might have broken through to them another way, Luffy doesn't. He would think that not giving into the torture is the biggest part of why he was allowed to be their friend, and later brother.)

He had to blackmail Zoro into joining the crew at first, and Zoro threatened to make him commit hara kiri (suicide via disembowlment with a blade) should Luffy get in the way of his dream to be the greatest swordsman.

He had to free Nami from Arlong for her to join the crew for real.He argued with Sanji at every turn until he wore him down (I refuse your refusal). Robin didn't call him (or anyone) by name until post Enies Lobby, choosing to only refer to him as "Captain."

He saved the lives of most of them, or offered them a way to complete their dreams.

He fights tooth and nail to gain their trust and friendship, because he thinks that they love him the way he loves them if he doesn't. Which could be a major part of why the strawhat grand feet's willingness to follow him confuses him. We know he values freedom above all else, and that he wants them to do what they want, but he still doesn't understand why that choice was following him... because he hasn't done enough to earn that.

Yes, they were all involved in the chaos that was Dressrosa, but that doesn't equal loyaty to that degree.

If it did, Law would finally admit they were friends, and not just allies. Hence his continued insistance of friendship and even though Law says they'll be enimies in the future at the end of Wano, Luffy ignores it. He knows it'll just take so more persistance, because that's what's worked in the past. Growing up in the Gray Terminal would have taught Luffy that people who are nice right off the bat or who suddenly switch to being nice probably want something from you, and while he is canon attitude leads him to not care most of the time, he's definitely aware of it. So he expects people who will eventually care for real to be meaner at first. as if "Real love is always earned and never just given" is a true statement in his mind.

On top of all this, Luffy hates being alone. So of course he fights so hard for these friendships, for the love that he has for his crew and friends... because without them, he'd be alone. What other choice does he have?

#monkey d luffy #one piece #one piece luffy #luffy one piece #one piece headcanons #I'll reblog this with the little lawlu blurb I added to it in case someone wants the shipless version #so they can use it for their own ships or platonic interactions #or more theories #go wild with this.#have fun

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👾Hello! Im here looking for a specific plot!

(Preferable I'd play muse A, age doesnt really matter but if muse B can be a year or two younger or older, even better.)

Lakeside is a town near Winchester, you could say it's 'lost in time'. You often see a mix of fashion from the 80s all the way to the 2020s with no real set style. Along with this the phones and everything that comes with technological advances just doesn't seem normal. You've got phones that don't even look like anything we know of and TVs the size of a house. It's a somewhat weird world, but oddly enough it's still..somewhat grounded? People go to school, people work, people just live their lives in this odd town.

In this town resides muse A. Muse A to say the least is far from a saint, they're a senior in high-school (or starting college) but they're well known for the simple fact they had a gang of friends. Seems simple enough, like they just were having fun, but as time went on the town started disliking them and wanting to eject them from the town due to their antics, and how they know the gang progressively got worse. Muse A has a good heart, but have stolen money and done things to earn it so he could provide for his sister while keeping the inheritance from their parents to pay for her college and a bit for his own. Context aside, muse A never really felt love so much as lust. Cue muse B, an ex of his that got the closest to achieving that. A stereotypical rich girl with a brother Muse A tended to lock horns with; she was frankly manipulative. It worked simple, kiss the ground I walk on and I provide for you. She thought money was enough, that was her 'love'. She had been infatuated with muse A but frankly it just didn't work out because of her manipulative behavior and how she treated others as inferior. You'd think the break-up would be a wake up call, but instead she believed he'd change his mind at any point and take her back. Issue is? Her persistence while annoying, is working. Borderline obsessive, but Muse A doesn't want to go back to someone who he believes never really even loved him, and he doesn't want to use someone for their money.

What I look for in the story(ignore this if you'd like), is pretty much a feeling of not wanting to go back to something he knows isn't really good for him while dealing with anger issues that turn his gang activities from innocent(like the T-birds from grease) to more criminal-like while using the reasoning of his sister for it; and Muse B wanting to return him to where she believes he belongs. Whether she changes or not is entirely up to you. Maybe she *didn't* love him and just liked having someone attractive around to worship her, or maybe she did love him and just can't help be manipulative and believe money *is* a love language that Muse A would like. The rp doesn't have a set direction it'll go in and just depends on your interpretation and my own when it comes down to when we write.

- I am very open minded and I'd like to think I'm VERY friendly! I often do edits for my partners of both my character and theirs! Maybe even both together? Anyway! I also do spotify playlist and generally I'd like to think I show that I genuinely care for my roleplay partner and the roleplay.

- With that being said, I'd rather you not answer this if you believe you are way too dry or just don't like talking ooc, we won't mesh well!

- Another thing, I'm copy pasting this in several places but for the places that don't have an age limit, I'm specifically looking for 18+ people.

- Here's where some of you might just be driven away. I'm M, and while I would love to double up if necessary(my specialty mayhaps?), if not doubling up in almost any case I'd be playing a male character. I feel perfectly comfortable playing a female character but I'd want to use a guy unless it's double ups.

- For my side I'd like MxF or MxM only if the male is feminine. I'm NOT trying to fetichize a certain demographic of men, I simply have a preference for a certain style of clothing and/or femininity. However for your side? I'll play anyone and anything in any pairing. I'll happily be the girl of your dreams! Pause..?

- I'm big on this one, I'll try and summarize because this ask is already long enough! I love character and worldbuilding. I gush about it and I'm pathetically enthused with the idea of the world being more than just our characters. Likelihood is, there'll be more than just our two (or four if doubling) characters!!

- I'm literate to novella, but I don't demand perfect grammar or 4k character responses. I only ask for a minimum of 500 characters(letters-?) Per response to give me enough to work with and enough to gush about.

- I'm patient! But! I'm looking for decently active partners that'll respond atleast..I dunno? 6 times a week? If you could do much more or everyday, hell that'd be lovely. I have a life too so trust I know shit can get hectic, but I'm not looking to rp once every 3 days for 10 minutes. If you get busy though? Let me know, I wont ditch you like that!!

- Realistic fcs!

Like this and I'll reach out! We'll be roleplaying and discussing on discord!!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #m/f #m/m

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darkrpfinder · 2 months

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👾Hello! Im here looking for a specific plot!

(Preferable I'd play muse A, age doesnt really matter but if muse B can be a year or two younger or older, even better.)

- With that being said, I'd rather you not answer this if you believe you are way too dry or just don't like talking ooc, we won't mesh well!

- Another thing, I'm copy pasting this in several places but for the places that don't have an age limit, I'm specifically looking for 18+ people.

- Realistic fcs!

Like this and I'll reach out! We'll be roleplaying and discussing on discord!!

#oc rp #oc roleplay #fandomless rp #fandomless roleplay #mxf #mxm #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #18+ mun

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restlessness had passed like a fever , and now it'd rattled like a bird in his rib's cage where satoru'd pasted himself, bare-skinned, fused in warmth . feeling it, sore with it the little things that made this all less than normal. waiting all day for that door to open yet having nothing to give but himself. remorse was lead in his veins ; he knew satoru's favorites, which things from which shops satisfied his picky preferences & a man worth his salt would've at least greeted a friend with flowers. more than nothing but his halved weight against the springs, and an empty hand holding heavy at the center of satoru's back, tucked beneath a blanket he'd gone to consider his favorite. suguru'd turned his face, breathed into languid kisses pressed against satoru's brow, mumbled, “ i hope your day was good .. happy birthday, satoru. daisuki . ” ( i was always your gift anyway, wasn't i ? you were for the world, and i was for you . )

aged twenty nine , another year closer to actually being called an old man . satoru doesn't particularly expect anyone to remember his birthday unless they've dug through his files out of obsession and admiration , or remembered it out of blue ; megumi had taken special care in using the most meaningful tone to call him an old man this morning , which earned a cheerful cackle and a pinch . to his cheek , tight enough to let it hurt for mentioning the cruelty of years , albeit not visible in shape , they've done gojo satoru quite extraordinarily . patience ran thinner than before , especially for the older oh so older men that insisted he had to get rid of the only fragrance of happiness that gojo satoru had in his life ; trapped in a room like a pet , giving him nothing but himself because he couldn't get him anything . . . gojo wouldn't accept anything less anyway . anything less than his stuttered breaths falling on suguru's glinting shoulder , anything less than the small wince on his lover's face that causes him to be a little gentler with this here and there , slow down , whisper a small apology and not really mean it .

uneven breaths fall into their calmer , usual rhythm , with closed eyes he stays put and listens to suguru's soft whisper congratulate him for getting one year older . there's something tender in remembering their birthdays above every ounce of tragedy and death they've been through , to know the day the world was blessed with their lover even when they were fighting their lover . gojo’s blindfolds were discarded somewhere on the bed , he feels them by his bare knee when he pulls himself up a little to catch suguru's gaze better . it was considered a historical day , or it'll be historical when gojo satoru dies . the day the balance of the universe was shaken , because one little baby was blessed with too much power .

but gojo marks this particular birthday as the best one he's ever had after he hears suguru whisper that . daisuki , daisuki ; it sounds almost ordinary when they've been together for so long and never dared to really say it . it sounds ordinary , as if he's been hearing it over and over , it doesn't startle him at first . but it takes a few moments to actually sink in the pit of his chest where butterflies have occupied for now . daisuki . because he has no other choice , he can't run from the man who had placed the whole against his strength to keep him safe . the back of suguru's neck had curved out on his arm , thumb brushing small lines on bare shoulder , careful not to touch the bumps of healing flesh . tips of their noses brush , left and right , why is his smile getting this big ? after a while he's kissing suguru again and his body is heavier on top of him . pinning him to the soft mattress . my one and only , my burning dragonfly . ❛ mm . . . don't be so shy , suguru . ❜ a hushed confession , following its twin that sounds exactly like suguru's ; ❛ daisuki . ❜ with a tilted head he lets a peck linger on parted lips . because that's the manners he's been taught , or seen in the movies suguru refused to watch . but after that , he has to pull away just to catch darker gaze and whisper ;

❛ suguru . . . i got you something . ❜ the house itself wasn't too big but not too small either , it had a balcony , it had a tiny garden in the kitchen’s window . it was bright , most importantly , nothing like this prison bedroom that was illuminated by nothing but a lamp . some rules had been set , under gojo's terms of course but strict enough not to raise suspicion among those old men . his palm gives a tender squeeze to suguru's thigh , an anchor to shift a little higher and kiss the side of his temple . before reaching down to blindly search for the keys in the pocket of his trousers that he tossed aside quite mindlessly . the glint of the key between long fingers , he sits up effortlessly on top of his lover , and places the cold key between his pectorals with a growing grin . letting the chill of metal sink into the warmth of tanned chest . ❛ you can't – bring the girls . but they can come visit you any time they want . ❜

#ungest #` gojo satoru ❜ ... 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 #usfw #mans getting a gift for his bf on his own bd .. wow

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@lollipopsandgunshots @fallenphxtxgrapher @hopeful-hugz @kingsmedley

He surveys the landscape and decides he probably shouldn't keep quiet anymore, even though he's pretty sure no one is going to want to hear what he has to say.

"Mrs. Kariya. I understand that that had to be incredibly difficult to hear, especially when we all know how much you're always beating yourself up about this. But I am going to offer you a piece of advice. Stop worrying about whether or not you deserve what you have. Even if you want to accept that you don't deserve it, that doesn't change what you have. It doesn't change how anyone feels about you or how much they think you deserve it. Stop questioning why people feel the way the do about you or second-guessing your blessings every day like this. I know that's asking a lot, but every time you question yourself and your life you are doing a disservice to the people who are working so hard to make this life possible with you, and I know you don't wanna do that. And yes, with you, not for you. You put a lot of work into the person you are, and you have done just as much to get yourself here as everyone else has to help you get here. If you don't deserve this happiness just because of mistakes you made in the past, then God knows I don't deserve a damn thing either, but you don't question that for me. You acknowledge that I'm doing everything I can to deserve it now, and that's what's most important. You are not an exception to the rule. The hard work and dedication that you do now is that only thing that matters now, understood? It doesn't matter if you deserve it. What matters is that you accept it and let it make you a better person. Keep moving forward. Don't stop just because of some asshole hiding behind a curtain."

"I feel like I've been saying this pretty often lately, Kitten, but you do belong here with me, and you always will. Do you think Joshua is my real, true, biological kid? Hope? Do you think they don't belong somehow? Of course you don't. You have found some reason to believe you're the only person that doesn't belong here. I will say this: they weren't lying when they said Joshua is more important to me. You can take that and accept that as fact. Joshua is my Composer, and he's been under my care for a very long time. However, that does not mean that you are not important in your own right. I would not throw Hope away, and I will not throw you away. You are my Kitten, and I cannot emphasize how damn important that nickname is to me. I cannot express enough now high of a pedestal I have placed you with that name alone. You've accepted a place under my wing that a great many people refuse to take, and I'm going to look after you. You are so goddamn important to me and that will never change, no matter what happens. I don't throw people away. Look at Hazuki. Look at everything he's put me through, what he did to Hope. But I'm still waiting. I still refuse to give up on him. And you haven't done a single thing worth earning my ire. Not a single one. So why the hell would I ever try to cast you aside? We're a motley crew, Kitten. You belong just as long as you love me. Okay? If you ever go away, it'll be because you decided to push me away. Don't throw me away, please."

"Rune, you can't keep letting people get to you like this. Their words mean absolutely nothing in comparison to everything you do. We all have destructive, awful, angry parts of us, and we have all caused immense amounts of damage at one time or another. You are not beyond love and acceptance just because you have the potential for destruction. You are still someone worthy of loving and someone with a strong and solid ability to love. That's the most important part. And you are truly capable of growing and learning and becoming a better and better person every single day. Just as long as you keep letting people into your life, just as long as you let them transform it. Just as long as you don't give up, you are not lost or beyond help. You're incredible in the ways that you are, and it's up to you to stand up and realize that. I can only say it so much before my words turn numb to you. You have to grab on to this happiness with your own hands, and you have to learn to brush off the needling words of others, even when they're cruel and pointed. And please... Come let me clean you of that noise, okay? Seriously."

"Joshua... Good on you for not really losing your cool to those guys, but I know how good you are at hiding your scars. Just remember that I love you, okay? Remember that I love you and cherish you more than life itself, and to me you are nothing even close to worthless. Both as a Composer and as a person. I truly love your system, your Game, better than anyone else I have ever observed or worked under, and I would never feel good about having anyone else in your seat. And as a person, you can't allow your past transgressions hold you down like this, falling back on them every time you have to look at them. You made mistakes, you know that I made them, too. You know what an absolute wreck I was and have been right up to this very moment. But you can only run from it for so long. I think it's time you really looked at it and decided you're going to learn from it instead. Let it teach you what kind of person you really want to be. It's not too late and you know it. I am so proud of all of the progress you've made up to this point. I am so proud of the work you have put in to expanding your world, and shaping yourself in to the person you want to be. I believe in you, all of you. I love every single part of you, dove. Always. Please remember that."

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄#read by someone taken as a good one ⤙dash⤚⚄#lollipopsandgunshots #a wild dream with a wide vision — hopeful hugz ⊸#i will follow you my destiny — kingsmedley ⊸#long post tw #long post #all the little tiny things — mundanemiseres ⊸

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winterskyfirefly · 2 years

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Stede knows nothing about owning a cafe? bar? what has he officially purchased? It's a daytime diner turned into a evening bar that shut down that has attempted and abandoned both aspects without being successful either way. It's a foreboding introduction and he's not quite sure what he was thinking.

He was thinking he wanted a place for people to come and talk, to share their thoughts and feelings, to drink good drinks, warm and pleasant or full of flavor and a bit of zing, something a bit more adult. He wants somewhere for food, for friendship, a place where maybe different people can come together.

He doesn't know what he's purchased but he thinks maybe he'll do his best to make something of it. Combine the best of both worlds. Make something new. It won't be exactly a cafe or a bar or a restaurant, it'll be more and different and nothing like the world has seen. He can do it.

Two hours later and the panic is starting to set in. What has he bought? He doesn't have this kind of money. He spent two-thirds of his savings on a barely-held together building that might not even make it a week if a good breeze makes its way through town.

Plus – what is he thinking, being so extravagant that two different types of establishments failed and he's thinking of taking what little remains he has and turning it into some experimental unique place? Like it's going to just draw crowds and be an instant success?

The money alone that he's going to sink into this place – his own heart sinks at the thought. There's a cold, hard pit in his stomach. He swallows and feels sick to his stomach. What has he done?

A great business has a great name. His father told him that once when he was young. Half your chances are whether or not someone remembers you. Stede doesn't know if that's true. But it does sound true.

Stede thinks of all the times his father told him how he was lazy, self-indulgent, weak, unwilling to act like an adult and grow up. Sometimes, he got tired of trying to be good enough, of trying to live up to expectations. Sometimes he wanted to rebel.

The Rebellion. He thinks about it. But that brings to mind spikes and metal and loud music, which while not unappreciated is not what he's going for. He pauses and reconsiders until something else comes to mind. The Revenge.

He'll start out small, open late and serve breakfast and start serving drinks early – because money is inevitably made on drinks – but also serve coffee, snacks. Work as a tavern, but keep food around, people get hungry, and if you can market as a cafe a bit, maybe see if it can work.

A whisper in his head says this is ill-advised and will not work, this childish play, Stede Bonnet. It sounds an awful lot like his father and honestly, he can't admit he doesn't hear himself in it too.

The Revenge is a fool's game. He knows as much. He knows going in that he doesn't have the money to survive more than a few months. He wants to believe if he goes down that he might be able to bounce back is forced to give up and try to flounder back to his old life if he absolutely he has to.

But if he survives, he'll earn enough of a profit to survive, to not go bunk. That maybe he'll scratch out of a profit and turn something even, enough to renovate and find out what this place could be.

It has the chance to be different – however much of a small chance as it seems to be. He wants to have hope that something could be created from prior failure, from two wrongs that could not be rights, from an attempt that is foolish by nature no matter which angle you come at it from.

Even though every day, from the moment Stede wakes until the moment he can convince his brain to rest, his brain tells him he's wrong and he will fail, he will never be good enough, he looks at the lot he's purchased, soon to be named The Revenge, named prior Spelunker's Tavern named prior Nettie's Cafe and whatever else before that Stede had no idea.

It has to be different. Something has to be, anyways.

#ofmd #our flag means death #let me know if i should continue the concept of stede buying and opening a modern day daylight cafe/diner and evening diner/bar #and it becoming a queer space for all time of day and him mixing the two concepts #he has fantastic greasy breakfasts for the hangover and a light lunch but then a savory dinner and the DRINKS #the drinks are impeccable #the coffee is to die for night or day #and imagine stede and ed in modern day :3 :3

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The only thing I'll never feel bad for when it comes to Vegas, is if he suffers any consequences for what he did to Porsche, because Porsche literally did nothing to him. Obviously I don't think he will, and if he does it'll be whatever Kinn deems acceptable, but I still won't feel bad. And of course I won't feel bad for any consequences he suffers for what he's done to Pete, but since they'll apparently be a couple, I don't think he'll suffer much, if at all, from that.

I mean, Vegas definitely needs consequences for his actions and to work to make amends for the choices he's made even though he made them due to his own pain and trauma.

Trauma is an explanation, not an excuse. Yes, Vegas suffered extreme abuse and trauma at his father's hands. And that has shaped him and how he causes pain and why he hurts others but that is something he needs to learn a way past and that he does not have to be forgiven for.

What kind of consequences will Vegas face? Hopefully more than Kinn. But I'm not counting on it. This show doesn't seem to like consequences for people unless they're 'funny' so... we'll see.

But I would love for Vegas to have to be strong enough to face what he did and to not be forgiven because he would understand that. Vegas never expects to be forgiven. He doesn't even want that.

I want Vegas to face consequences because someone has to and I want Pete to be the one to rescue him, to stand up for him but also to know that he deserves the consequences and still standing up for him regardless. That's what I want.

I want to see consequences for someone. Anyone that isn't just a throwaway villain. I want to see Pete fight between his love for Vegas and the way he was treated. I want to see Pete ache as he struggles between his love for the man and the deeply fucked up man he knows he is. That's what I want.

I want Pete to stand at Porsche's side against Vegas and hurt and then find Vegas in the prison cell and cradle his face through the bars and not make any promises but let him know he isn't alone and that he is waiting, that he will wait but that he will not set him free and for Vegas to face consequences but also find freedom.

Now, will that happen? No. The show refuses to allow any of their semes to suffer more than very minor consequences so I don't believe it at all. I have lower expectations than you can imagine because I don't think the show can handle anything serious for more than two episodes (see: the entire main romance post the rape/forest... two episode of more serious stuff and, bam, completely over and now everything is rainbows and sunshine) so... max two episodes, then they're gonna suddenly get funny and fluffy without earning it at all and I'm gonna cry.

But I guess we'll always have these two episodes and many, many dreams?

#no tags here #spoiler #spoilers #dead sea levels of salt #criticism #negative #sorry anon

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naivesilver · 2 years

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Eliana angst from vacation time!

😎😎😎😎😎

Eliana does not knock, upon entering the royal nursery.

It's insulting in more ways than one - someone of her ilk would have never been allowed to come and go in this fashion, in other circumstances, and her father did teach her to knock first, a long time ago. He instilled in her all the proper manners, Geppetto, and though he is the kind of man to take bread out of his mouth rather than let his daughter go hungry, he taught her that hunger was a better choice than earning said bread with rudeness and deceit.

How times have changed, Eliana thinks bitterly, a hint of a humorless smile at the corner of her lips. That Geppetto would be ashamed of the man he has become, she's sure of it.

"How dare you," she hisses, in lieu of a greeting, when he turns away from his work to see who's been slamming doors open in his presence.

Her father's eyes widen slightly, but if he realizes what she's come here for, he gives no hint of it. "What happened? I thought you would be spending the day with your brother, since he hadn't seen you in so long."

"I sent him out to play. Have you looked at him? He needs fresh air and the company of other children, not to help you in this- this madness."

He needs far more than that, in truth, but those things are far beyond her reach now, and there is no getting them back. He deserves a commoner life, her sullen, troubled little brother. He deserves a homeland where he doesn't have to pay for happiness with his death.

Eliana set an island on fire, the last time she saw him in this state. She itches for the chance to do the same, for a solid and culpable scapegoat to destroy - she might deny it all she wants, but there is something howling like a wolf inside of her, reminding her that soon it'll be the season where her mother's folk used to go on their hunts. It's a voice that calls for blood, that something, and though she dreads listening to it, it is as much a relief as anything she can hope to get these days.

Her father sets down his tools, his fingers just the tiniest bit clumsier and more rigid than usual. "I don't know what you're talking about, my girl. I didn't force Pinocchio to help me with this wardrobe- he knows as well as you do that we'll be done with it faster, if there's two of us working."

"That's not what I mean, and you know that very well." Eliana leans forward, and for the umpteenth time in her life she regrets having inherited her mother's shorter stature - she wishes she could tower over him, her body the size of her fury.

"Really, Father? You really thought it would go well, if you told him to keep a secret from me? Or were you hoping he would tattle, so you wouldn't have to tell me the truth yourself?"

It must sting at him, she knows. She used to call him Papa, just as her brother does now, a little girl with bushy braids and a gap-toothed smile. She's not sure when she stopped, but it feels hauntingly fitting right now, somewhat.

Still, this is not about her. This is about Pinocchio - Pinocchio who calls their father Papa and who calls her Lia, and who last night only went to sleep when she sang a lullaby to him, his small body taking up entirely too much of her bed.

Gods, he's just a boy. A little boy. They can't truly be hoping he'll survive alone in another world. Not now. Not like this.

Her father has the grace to look ashamed, at least. Not much, of course, not as much as he should - there's defiant stubbornness in his eyes, and a pleading note, too, as though begging her for forgiveness - but enough to prove that Eliana was right, and that this wasn't just a fool's errand. He moves towards her with his hands raised, a placating, peacemaking gesture, like a hunter approaching a mistrustful prey.

"Please, Eliana, you have to understand," he says, tentatively. "There is no other way. Think of your brother."

Her blood stills in her veins, freezing like spring water, like rain. "So it's true." It's even worse, somehow, now that he's confirmed it. Before , Eliana could lie to herself, pretend it wasn't happening or that it was happening to someone else, but there is no such escape available to her now, and it makes her even more furious, if at all possible.

"Does Jiminy know? Or did you tell Pinocchio to keep it a secret from him too?"

He almost flinches at the implication. Good, she thinks, cruelly. Let him flinch. Let him feel her anger down to his bones. "He knows. He- he was there, when I made my decision."

Doubly infuriating, but not surprising, from what she knows of her family. "And my mother? I can't believe she'd allow you to do something like this. Between a child and a prophecy, she'd always choose the latter."

There is another pause, longer this time, edged with discomfort. Then her father says: "I didn't give her a choice."

The rebuttal dries up on Eliana's lips, and she finds herself stuttering, more than a little uncharacteristic when coming from a woman like her. "What?"

"I didn't give her a choice," he repeats, and seems to straighten up, emboldened by his declaration. "I told her that if your brother doesn't get safe passage, then no does. I won't be building the wardrobe."

"You blackmailed my mother over this?" Gods, it's worse than she thought. Eliana would never have thought he might find the strength in himself for such an act of defiance, one that might jeopardize the future of their entire kingdom.

But perhaps she shouldn't be this surprised. This is business that involves his youngest child, after all. It would fit her father's character, to find a loophole in such a circumstance.

Eliana is not a nasty person. She's worked all her life to banish wicked thoughts out of her mind, contrary to some other inhabitants of the castle, and without help from fairy godmotherly hands at that, too afraid of losing her way if she allowed herself to stray off the path. She's warm to her family and friends. She has made herself warm for their sake, over and over again.

But the young woman standing in the royal nursery is not warm at all, nor is she the same one that walked into the room only minutes earlier, she wagers. Rather, it's another girl entirely who's taken her place, the eldest child, the most resilient, the one left to man house and loom while her father took to the sea with little hope of returning, and she is so cold her fingers are stiff when she tries to move them, her clenched fists as unyielding as ice.

"It's always him, isn't it?" She whispers, shakily. "You'll always put him before anyone else, no matter the cost. First it was just me, then yourself, now it's hundreds of people- what then, if we come out of this alive? What are you going to sacrifice next?"

And then the worst expression of all on his lined face - regret, immense regret, and yet still not enough to make him back out of his decision. He takes another step forward, his hand hovering in the air in an aborted gesture, as though he wanted to cup her face the way he used to when she was younger but couldn't bring himself to.

"That's not the reason," he replies, steadier than he has any right to be.

"But you must understand, Eliana. You- you are old enough to fend for yourself. You have been a girl- my girl- from the start. I know you can make it in one piece on your own. But Pinocchio- he was a puppet first, and if the curse takes away that magic, he could be one again. No, the risk is too big. I can't let you or your mother stop me. You must know it would be wrong."

"Yes, I bet you've convinced yourself of that pretty well." Even her voice sounds distant, venomous and detached as though belonging to someone else. She inches backwards, away from his grasp, and raises her right hand as a shield between them, all fingers outstretched, the way she does when the ground is throbbing with energy under her feet and she needs to understand why.

"Fine, then. Go on with your stupid plan, if you manage. But hear me now- even if you succeed, and Snow White never learns of this, that'll be the day you lose two children, and not just one. See if you're willing to pay that price."

She speaks it like a curse, acrid and stern; but as she storms out, away from her father's grief-stricken look, away from the thrice-damned wardrobe, Eliana realizes there are tears streaming down her face, and they're tepid against her skin when she tries to wipe them away, feeling them dribble down her chin and onto her rumpled dress like those of a little girl.

#oc: eliana #au: appalachian wine #ouat #fanfic #a lil chat with marco was long overdue a depiction #we're watching a truly horrible movie rn so it felt fitting to post horrible au content in the meantime #dynamic: magical house of atreus

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👾Hello! Im here looking for a specific plot!

(Preferable I'd play muse A, age doesnt really matter but if muse B can be a year or two younger or older, even better.)

- With that being said, I'd rather you not answer this if you believe you are way too dry or just don't like talking ooc, we won't mesh well!

- Another thing, I'm copy pasting this in several places but for the places that don't have an age limit, I'm specifically looking for 18+ people.

- Realistic fcs!

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👾Hello! Im here looking for a specific plot!

(Preferable I'd play muse A, age doesnt really matter but if muse B can be a year or two younger or older, even better.)

- With that being said, I'd rather you not answer this if you believe you are way too dry or just don't like talking ooc, we won't mesh well!

- Another thing, I'm copy pasting this in several places but for the places that don't have an age limit, I'm specifically looking for 18+ people.

- Realistic fcs!

Like this and I'll reach out! We'll be roleplaying and discussing on discord!!

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandomless rp #oc x oc rp #oc rp

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