#is it too much to ask for some human decency in this world

[roosterr]

white flag ✹ interlude

note: this chapter is a lil shorter than usual, I just wanted to include a lil bonding moment for reader and ghost before the events of next chapter :)

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

no use of y/n reader's callsign is 'stingray'

summary: you and ghost go people watching in the local park, plus a little heart to heart

warnings: just some much needed fluff :)

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one warm shower and a couple of ibuprofen later, you're feeling mostly human again with a manageable headache and a reasonable amount of regret for how pathetic you’d acted. with time you’d get over that, especially now that ghost had finally seen the light and started treating you with some decency. admittedly though, his change in attitude threw you off earlier; you were bracing for a stern lecture and he essentially brushed it off as though it didn't matter, but you’ve decided not to dwell on that fact.

small victories, as they say.

for the very first time, the pair of you were both sitting across from each other at the tiny kitchen table, in your own worlds; the radio was faintly playing some classic rock station in the background as ghost had his nose in his book and you played some mindless game on your phone. you’d honestly prefer to be reading a good book too, but your collection was currently ash in the wind, so this would have to do.

you're tempted to try starting a conversation, the quiet was giving you far too much room to think, but on the other hand the atmosphere is so peaceful it would be a shame to ruin it.

so you set your phone down on the table and turn your eyes to ghost, watching him scan the pages, his head tilted slightly in concentration. he's washed most of the paint from around his eyes – that was probably done yesterday, not that you noticed – so only a few smudges mark his skin. with the black paint gone, you notice the raised bumps of old scars around his eyes, something you'd never paid much attention to before. you know better than to ask, but you do wonder, in the back of your mind, the stories behind all of them. examining them gives you inexplicable urge to run your fingers over them, to soothe the ache having so many of them must cause.

his dark eyes are like black holes, drawing in your attention and refusing to let you escape their grasp. you're vaguely aware of how long you've been staring at his face, but you don't care to snap yourself out of it until he speaks up.

"what?" he grumbles, not bothering to look up from the page. you quickly look away, down to where your hands idly fiddle with your phone on the table.

"question."

"hm?" he hums in acknowledgement, but still doesn't look at you. normally you'd give up at this point, assuming he was completely uninterested in what you had to say, but this time you decide to push your luck.

"you fancy a walk to the park?"

finally, he meets your eyes, looking up through his light eyelashes and blinking once as he contemplates his answer. you resist the urge to break eye contact as he stares right through you.

"...alright." he says, wedging his bookmark between the pages and sets the book down on the table.

you weren't expecting him to say yes, but you're pleasantly surprised that he did; it felt slightly surreal that after all this time, you were finally becoming friends with ghost. your eyes follow him as he stands, leaving the room to, presumably, change his mask while you sit there with a bewildered look on your face.

a minute or so passes before you hear his voice again. "you comin'?" he calls from the entryway, bringing you back to the present.

"oh– yeah, one second!" you jump up from your chair and rush to get ready as well. the grin you wore as you rushed past him to fetch your jacket was unconscious, the feeling lighting up your features and overshadowing and lingering thoughts from the night before.

a few moments later you're tugging your boots on and you're both walking out the door together, side by side. for once it's actually a nice day, so the short walk to the park is a pleasant one under the blue sky and warm sunlight.

"sorry again, for last night. i think that's gonna haunt me for the rest of my life." you look over to ghost with an apologetic expression, and you can't help but feel that the expression he gives back is one of amusement despite not being able to see half his face.

"that's twice you've screamed at me now." he says, keeping pace with you for a change rather than marching ahead as he usually does.

"i didn't scream at you!" you attempt to defend yourself, but thinking back on it you change your mind. "alright, the second time maybe i did,"

"maybe."

"but the first time, i was very collected." you continue. "it was quite satisfying, to be honest."

"i suppose i deserved it." his gaze falls to the ground and, even though he's right – he did deserve it – you do feel a little bad.

"seriously, though," you continue, "thank you, for looking after me last night. you didn't have to, and i know you didn't want to, but i really appreciate it."

"anyone would'a done the same…" he mutters, bringing a hand up to scratch awkwardly at the back of his head. you get the feeling he's not used to people showing their appreciation for him, which only encourages you to carry on.

"and thanks for taking me in, i know having some random idiot in your house is the last thing you want." you give him a warm smile as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

"well, you're not just any idiot, are you?" he says, earning a questioning tilt of your head. "you're sting. the idiot."

a genuine laugh escapes you, the first one in a long time, and you gently nudge ghost's arm with your elbow.

"oh, lovely, thanks mate." you chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. you see his eyes lift in a barely noticeable smile, the sight causing a warm feeling to bloom in your chest.

you arrive at the park fairly quickly, finding yourselves an out of the way bench to occupy under the partial shade of a nearby oak tree. you're enveloped by a comfortable silence as you both simply observe the beauty of nature and bask in the feeling of the sun on your face.

you're not sure how long the two of you sit there in each other's company, but you find yourself subconsciously drifting closer to him, close enough that your knees just about touch. you're sure he notices – there isn't much that gets by him – but he doesn't show it.

"did you hear they figured out how the fire started?" you keep your voice low to preserve the peaceful quiet, turning your head to look at him as you ask.

"oh yeah? how?"

"ugh…" you groan with the annoyance the memory bring up. "my stupid neighbour left a fucking candle burning all night, the twat."

"what a fuckin' idiot…" he glances briefly in your direction, a sympathetic frown on his face.

"i can never look at candles the same way again, they're tainted now." you drag a hand over your face and shake your head to rid yourself of the thought.

there's another pause in the conversation as you stare ahead, watching the trees sway in the breeze and all the people going about their lives, everything cast in a golden glow from sun.

you don't want it to end, the way the two of you are now. this is the most you've ever spoken to echother, outside of arguments, and you really want to make the most of it.

"nice weather today, right?" you try to keep him talking to you, and you're considering the fact that he hasn't told you to shut up yet as a good sign.

"hm." ghost hums and leans his head back, his eyes fluttering shut. "you gonna ask me what my favourite colour is again?"

"c'mon, throw me a bone here." you turn your body to face him more. "actually what is it, though?"

"...green."

"i knew it!" you exclaim, a triumphant grin pulling at your lips. "it makes sense, you just have 'dark green' vibes."

"i'll take your word for it."

it's difficult to know what to talk about with him, seeing as you've never actually been friendly before and you've already used the only small talk question you could think of.

"hmm…" your eyes roam over the park, looking for something to give you an idea. eventually you land on a scrappy little white dog, with possibly the worst haircut you've ever seen. "look at that woman's dog," you point it out to ghost, snickering at the way it was resisting its owner as she pulled it along. "i feel bad for the little guy."

"is that a dog? thought it was an oversized rat."

"oh my god!" you snort a laugh, covering your mouth with a hand and throwing your head back. you hear ghost chuckle lightly beside you, and when you turn your head to look back at him you find him already looking at you.

all other thoughts leave your mind when you see how his eyes glow a golden colour in the light of the sun. you feel the tips of your ears heating up and quickly face forward again before he has a chance to notice.

luckily another distraction presents itself almost immediately, in the form of a well-dressed office worker sprinting past you at full speed.

"wow," you mutter, your eyes following him as he disappears around a bend in the path, "he's not hangin' about."

"maybe he left a candle burnin'." ghost looks back to you, a playful glint in his eyes you're not sure you've ever seen on him.

you can't help the grin that pulls at your lips at his terrible joke. "aw, ghost," you groan, gently shoving him as he chuckles at your reaction, "you're wrong for that one."

ghost slouches into the bench as you both look back out across the park, shifting so his thigh presses against yours ever so slightly. you're careful not to react, afraid that he'd pull away if you draw attention to the gesture, and resolve to just enjoy the rare closeness of his presence.

eventually you'd have to head back, but for now you were more than content to sit here and watch the world go by with him.

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[her-devils-advocate]

To the dark I said pour and forgot to say when

pairings: Levi Ackerman x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

summary: It's starting to become too much for you, training the recruits just to watch them die. You take pride in your position within the scouts, but pride can't suffocate the growing guilt. Luckily, Levi is there to help pull you together.

warning: mentions of overthinking, anxiety, and breakdowns

@humanitys-strongest-bamf, since you wanted to be tagged once it was finished! <3 Hope it's still okay to tag you in!

word count: 2,491

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55262311

It had been a while since he had seen you, not since earlier that morning on the training grounds. You had asked if he could take over training the recruits for you, the cold and crisp morning air had felt unusually tense when you approached him, almost as if he could sense the war raging behind your eyes.

You hate having to pass up duties like that, guilt tearing you apart as you think of the long list of responsibilities that he's had to put aside for you. Not to mention that you enjoy training the cadets. You enjoy watching them grow stronger each day and doing all you can to give them the best chance they can have within the Survey Corps.

Maybe that's why you passed the morning's session along to Captain Levi instead. 

His piercing eyes followed your every move as you tried to act natural. Your shaking hands tightly gripping your biceps as you crossed your arms, throwing him a sweet smile while you made the request. The fact that he hadn’t mentioned the evergrowing paperwork awaiting him on his desk had shocked you, the common tease often thrown between you going unused, yet you didn’t dare question it in case it ruined your chance of shifting routines. 

You simply thanked him before quickly retreating after he slowly agreed to do so, missing the way his eyebrows crinkled with unease.

You take pride in your position as one of the squad leaders within the Scouts, a position you take very seriously and have worked hard to achieve. While you know better by now, you can’t help but get attached to the people under your command. How could you not with so many different and young personalities looking up to you for guidance? You care for them and want to see them thrive.

Yet each new attachment brings a fresh crack in your heart whenever a mission goes badly. No amount of training or lectures can prevent the inevitability of the world you live in; while you wish for the best when it comes to your cadets, sometimes the world wishes otherwise.

The world is cruel and the titans are merciless.

You have lost many soldiers under your command, some of whom you consider friends. You still see their faces when you try to close your eyes, guilt flooding through you whenever you realise you have forgotten a name. You can’t remember the last time you slept the whole night instead of being haunted by the suffocating past.

How can you train these fresh faces when you have so many to remember already? 

Are you even capable of training them after losing so many?

What gives you the right to survive after so many have fallen?

The thoughts are relentless as you rush into your room, you slam the door shut behind you before diving into the worn mattress on the bed. The familiar sting of tears is the only warning you get before the dam breaks and all the unwanted feelings you had bottled up begin to rush down your cheeks.

You push your face deeper into the pillow, wishing that the thin fabric would drown out the thoughts rattling around your skull. You feel miserable as your mind torments you relentlessly and a part of you feels bitter that it couldn’t wait until nightfall before starting its assault. Your mind couldn’t even give you the decency of letting you hide your shame in the shadows.

The golden rays of sunlight flowing in through the window taunt you, giving the room a peaceful haze and ignoring the despair within. You stare up at the soft light, the river of tears silently flowing down your cheeks and onto the pillow, as you simply watch the silver specs of dust float around you.

Your tears grow and your breathing quickens, how dare you appreciate such a sight when so many you care for are now unable to? 

You weakly hit the pillow, as if you could transfer the thoughts out of your mind and into its damp cotton prison instead. 

You don’t know how much time has passed, but from the busy commotion echoing around the headquarters, you can guess that training has since finished. You’re not surprised when Levi eventually finds you, although you hate him seeing you like this. 

He slowly walks over to you, and the sight of your tear-soaked pillow causes his heart to clench. He had a feeling something was off when you had spoken to him and he regrets not stopping you and asking then and there.

"Hey, talk to me." 

Levi's voice is unusually soft as he takes in your red-rimmed eyes, slightly swollen from the hours spent crying. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern as he reaches his arm out, hovering just above your shoulder, almost as if he's conflicted on whether he should touch you or not in your current state. He quickly makes up his mind as he gives it a comforting squeeze. You timidly look up at him, finally meeting his gaze. Even through the blur of tears, you can see the worry on his face as his usual mask of composure slips.

"You'll think I'm pathetic." You say quietly. If it were anyone else, you would have ushered them out of the room by now, content to be left alone to drown in your self-doubts. If it were anyone else, it would have been an order, but it just had to be one of the few members ranking higher than you who had come to check up on you.

If you were in any other mood, you might have tried to jokingly order him away, teasing him with his rank in a way you know he pretends to hate. Instead, you simply sigh. You know he’s unlikely to drop the subject when it involves you, even more so when he’s concerned. And as much as you hate to admit it, you’ve given him multiple reasons to be.

"I won't."

The sincerity of his voice makes you freeze momentarily, part of you would be fine with him shrugging and walking away, silently agreeing and leaving you alone to deal with it. It would sting, giving you yet another thing to overthink once you get through the current bout of thoughts. Not that he would leave you in such a state, but at least that way you wouldn't have to bear the heart you dedicated with all the current cracks on display.

"You should."

"I won't. Don’t tell me how I should feel." His voice takes on a stern edge, the tone softened by the grip on your shoulder tightening before he kneels on the floor before you. His eyes are determined, unwilling to let you bottle it up, much like how he would. A habit of his that he would rather keep to himself than share, for your wellbeing.

You groan, digging the heels of your hands against your swollen eyes, trying to wipe away what remains of your tears. You take a few seconds to compose yourself and to try and quiet the whirlwind in your mind, just enough to vocalise your distress. You can feel Levi’s steel eyes following every little move you make, almost as if staring hard enough would unlock all the answers for him. “If only that would work,” you think dejectedly. 

“It was just too much.” The words come out as a small whisper against your wrist. You can almost hear his mind working to connect the pieces.

“It’s just one of those days, I guess. You know the ones where you wake up and everything just feels…wrong? Then I took one look at the recruits waiting for me to train them and remembered all the other recruits that I had failed.”

His gaze softens as he takes your hands, pulling them away from your face and forcing you to look at him. Gone is the aloof and somewhat intimidating captain that the Scouts have come to know. Before you is the man behind the title of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, the side of him that only a select few get to see.

“That’s not your fault, not now, not ever. You can’t control everything that happens when we leave the Walls and I know that you know that.” He releases one of your hands so that he can gently grip your chin, tilting your head down to look him in the eyes.

Pure determination and understanding swim within the sea of silver that stares up at you. You want to hide from his gaze, feeling undeserving of it, yet his soft hand keeps you firmly in place.

“I’m not going to bullshit you and say that all the kids we’re training won’t drop like flies in a mission one day, and frankly if you wanted to hear that, you would have gone to someone else.”

“Technically, you came to me.”

The slight twitch of his eyes almost makes the corner of your lips lift.

“What I’m trying to say before you interrupt me again, is that what we can do is our damn best to prepare them. I’ve seen how you train them and it’s impressive. You have a talent when it comes to getting the brats to pay attention. We know the risks, as do they, but at least you are giving them the best fighting chance they can get. Got it?”

You stall for a moment, mind peacefully going blank at his words. You know he struggles to show the emotions he had buried deep below the wings of freedom adorning the breast of his uniform, but seeing him try for your sake causes a new lump to form in your throat.

Your silence tests his short patience and he gently tugs your chin, almost as if trying to force you to nod and accept his words. You fight the urge to jump into his arms, squeezing him tight in response. Instead, you clear your throat to try and dislodge the emotions building up.

“Got it, and you’re right. I’m sorry for being so pathetic. I know we can’t save everyone and that it’s a naive dream in the first place, which is why I always do my best to train them as much as I can.” You give him a watery smile, blinking rapidly to prevent the new wave of tears from escaping.

“I think everything I was trying to bottle up slipped out over time and snuck up on me today. Thank you, Levi.”

You receive an eye-roll in response, yet you don’t miss the way his shoulders relax, the one hand still holding onto yours giving you a warm and reassuring squeeze.

“Good. I don’t think those kids would have lasted this long if it weren’t for the rigorous training you’ve put them through.” Levi’s voice is low as he considers his words.

“Don’t forget that and don’t let this,” he gives your forehead a light flick as if to emphasise his point, “make you its prisoner. Overthinking like this will never do you any good, trust me. If you want to talk, you know where my office is. It’s not like you don’t already waste my time chatting my ear off about four-eyes’ shitty experiments or anything.

This time, you can’t hold back as a few tears begin to slide down your flushed cheeks, betrayed by the warm relief spreading through you. You scramble to wipe them away, having cried enough for the evening and maybe even a lifetime now.

“That will be twenty extra laps around the training grounds, by the way.” 

You can hear the amusement in Levi’s voice, yet his face remains passive as he watches for your reaction. You throw him a glare as his eyes crinkle, clearly happy with the response he has gotten. Your self-doubts and tormenting thoughts are now a thing of the past with his subtle distractions, something you slowly realise was his plan all along. If annoying someone out of their misery was a sport, you figure Levi would have dozens of gold medals by now.

“Why? Is this for getting you to train my squad earlier?” Your voice is raised in pitch, the confusion evident as you cross your arms.

“No, that’s for calling yourself pathetic in my presence. Twice.”

“I’m learning to make sure you’re not in range when I do so.” You mumble, unaware that the man before you has caught your private words.

Now it’s Levi’s turn to fix you with a glare of his own, clearly not amused with the idea. You begin to fidget under the silence, wondering if you had taken it too far, too soon. Before your still anxious mind can replay the last minute, he flicks your forehead again, harder than before.

“That's thirty laps now. I’ll make it fifty if I hear a single complaint.”

You release a dramatic sigh, showing your displeasure with the command without digging a deeper hole for yourself so soon. You anxiously break eye contact, earning a small eyebrow raise in response as you fiddle with the frayed blanket beside you.

“I’ve changed my mind,” his gruff voice cuts through the silence that fell between you, catching your nervous attention once more.

“Sixty.”

“By the walls, Levi. Stop making it higher, I’m not going to complain!” You throw your hands into your lap in exhaustion, your previous breakdown having sapped any strength you had for the day.

“I just… I wanted to thank you again, for checking up on me and for making me feel better.”

He clicks his tongue in response, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair, before giving one of the strands a playful tug. You groan at the action, playfully swatting him away while rolling your eyes.

“If you want to thank me properly, then you can go and make us some tea for the evening. Bring it to my office once you’re done. Bring a book as well, I need to finish this paperwork tonight and I don’t care for whatever trouble Hange has recently caused.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” You give him a lighthearted salute before rushing to the door, not even trying to hide the excitement at the idea of spending the evening curled up in his office, drifting off to the sound of his pen gliding across paper.

Once you reach the door, his low voice catches your attention once more, rooting you in place. “Oi, I mean it.”

“What? The stupid amount of laps you will throw on me if you hear me complaining?”

“Tch, not that. I meant it when I said you could come to me. Now don’t you have tea to be making?”

You hold back a retort, feeling too happy to bicker with him, even in a playful manner. Instead, you simply nod before silently moving towards the kitchen, your heart feeling lighter than it has in months.

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[hookedonhuge]

Ass-Man

If someone were to describe you there are only two words that would do you justice: ass and man. It was as simple as that. You’re a man and you love ass, and above all else, you love a man with a nice ass.

You were never shy about your adoration for men with nice round, smack-able backsides. However, there was one person that you kept this well-known secret from. It was your housemate. Your thick, caked-up housemate.

Despite how shameless your ass obsession was, you thought it was too much for your housemate to know just how obsessed you were with his assets. You might be an ‘Ass Man’ but you still had the decency to let your housemate live his day-to-day life without feeling constantly objectified.

In your head though, you did objectify him. It was hard to remember that there was a human behind those fat yet firm cheeks. You found it difficult to make eye contact with him, let alone get your gaze above waist height!

You’d often think to yourself: “Geez I know I need to stop staring at his ass and just treat him like he’s a regular guy but sometimes it’s so damn hard and he wears those silky shorts that accentuates his butt oh so well and every time I’m behind him he’s always bending over for some reason like he is trying to tease me but he’s so completely unaware at the same time and talks to me like a friend and not like I’m some ass loving weirdo.”

Besides the occasional cheeky glance at his behind, you never once succumbed and touched his magnificent booty, let alone made any comments about his rear-end (and your adoration for it) around him. But some nights it was just that little bit harder to contain yourself around him. Some nights you would take that extra step and go looking into places that you weren’t meant to see. That’s what you had done tonight. You went looking for trouble.

It had been a hot day. Your housemate got home from work and headed straight for his room. He took off his work clothes, crashed on his bed and pulled down his underwear to let his sweaty butt breathe. You had been eagerly waiting all day for him and his butt to come home, and you couldn’t handle not being able to take a quick glance. That’s how you ended up looking at his crack through the crack of his door, that he irresponsibly didn’t fully close.

Getting to see his naked butt, free from the constraints of fabric, was everything you dreamed about and more. The temptation to savour this moment with a photo was there, but too risky. Nevermind the fact that you couldn’t take your eyes away from it if you tried.

Watching him (or really his ass) through just a tiny slither between the door and the door frame soon became frustrating. You needed to see it in all its raw and unadulterated glory. Confident that he had passed out on his bed after his long workday, you started to slowly push the door more and more ajar.

It was all going well until the door betrayed you and decided to let out a mighty loud creak. You didn’t want to make the situation any worse by making sudden movements, but in hindsight (pardon the pun) perhaps you should have. Your housemate was quick to raise his upper body and turn his head around just enough to catch you taking a peek at him.

You thought maybe playing it cool was the way to go. You opened the door completely and tried to put on the performance of a lifetime.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realise you were uh… sleeping and I just wanted to uh… ask…” Your face was a deep red and you were getting more flustered by the second. “Damn, is it me or is it a bit… hot in here?” You were sweating profusely. “It’s so hot… I can barely… think…” Your body felt heavy, your mind fuzzy, your vision blurry, and soon your whole world was coming crashing down… 

When you woke up you had a numb feeling throughout your body and you couldn’t move from the neck down. You wanted to yell out but you couldn’t as your lips had puckered and felt like they had been glued in that position. In fact, the more you tried to talk, the tighter your puckered lips felt. Your eyes darted around the room in a frenzy but you were locked into looking at a blank ceiling.

You felt a warm sensation in the sides of your mouth and your cheeks started to swell. Not like it was inflating with air, no, it was a different feeling. It was more like they were filling up with mass. You were sure you looked like a chipmunk with its mouth completely filled with acorns. 

The swelling did not stop there. Your cheeks kept fattening up, extending out a great distance from the side and front of your face. They were two round, fleshy orbs that were quickly taking up most of your peripheral vision and each of your expanding cheeks were now larger than your head. Your world was quickly descending into darkness as your cheeks were swallowing up your face. They grew to the point that the inner sides of each cheek touched in front of your puckered lips. This soon became rubbing as each cheek was fighting each other for limited space as they continued to balloon outwards.

Your vision was long gone and what was left of your face under your colossal cheeks felt like it had all mashed together into your tightly bound lips. The growth of your cheeks seemed to stop as a thin bit of fabric slid its way between your cheeks and pressed firmly against your puckered mouth. If you had to guess, each cheek was likely two to three times the size of your pre-swelled face. Another softer and more cushiony material hugged the bottom half of your severely bloated cheeks.

It was like your fat cheeks had buried you alive. You couldn’t scream for help, in fact you couldn’t move at all. You couldn’t even see or hear a thing. However, after what felt like a short eternity, a lifting of the thin material on your lips and the spreading of both your cheeks by a powerful force allowed for blinding light to finally flood back into your eyes. Once your vision had adjusted to the light, you finally saw what had become of you.

You were staring at your housemate’s gigantic ass (and it truly was gigantic, it had doubled in size since you last saw it) and his butthole was staring right into your soul. That’s when you realised you were looking into a mirror. That butthole was actually you staring at yourself. You had become what you desired most: your housemate’s big, fat bubble butt.

“You’ve added so much size to my ass,” your housemate groaned in pleasure. “My fit, tight bubble butt has exploded into a fat, jiggly dump truck, and it’s all your fault!” He put on a fake whiny tone as he said this, but in reality he was enjoying every second of teasing you.

You tried to respond but your puckered butthole-lips wouldn’t budge. “Oh, are you trying to say something?” He parted your fat cheeks even more with his powerful hands, allowing your lips to open slightly. A small toot of air escaped out of your mouth before your lips closed again. It served as a sobering reminder that being your housemate’s butt meant dealing with his digestive system too.

“Do you feel blessed or cursed by this little predicament you’ve found yourself in?” Your housemate asked with an air of sincerity. “Knowing how much you love my ass I bet you’d be grinning ear to ear, if you could!” He let out a thunderous laugh that caused your cheeks to jiggle slightly. “I’d like to know if you still feel the same way after a day of being my ass, let alone a lifetime.” It dawned on you that this wasn’t some crazy dream.

“By the way…” Your housemate removed his hands from his butt, causing his thong to snap back into your lips like a whip and your cheeks to accelerate towards each other. They slammed into each other with a loud, satisfying clap which sent shockwaves of jiggles rippling through them. “Don’t get used to staring at my ass, that’s the privilege that your old self had. Your new self is going to be experiencing pitch-black darkness ninety-nine percent of the time.” Your housemate chuckled as he gave his butt an open-palmed smack. It hurt, but you were never going to get sick of the way your jelly-like cheeks wobbled in response to the impact.

“It’s time to go to work.” Your housemate sighed with disappointment. “Well, today will test whether staring at my ass for all that time was worth it or not.” If you were capable of gulping you would have. You had no clue if you were in hell or heaven. One thing was for certain, your housemate turned owner was certainly not going to make your new life easy.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Your housemate said ominously. “I never really minded you staring. Maybe if you were more forthcoming about being infatuated with my behind, you could have avoided this fate. Anyway, I’ll never know if you’re happy about this or not, but I sure know I am! And since you are a part of me, shouldn’t my happiness be enough?”

You didn’t know what to make of your housemate’s sentiment, but he had a point. You can’t change what has now happened so you might as well try to make the most of it. You were once a self-proclaimed ‘Ass Man’ and now you’ve evolved into an ‘Ass-Man’. You’ve alway loved ass so logically you should love yourself more in your new state. It was easy to think that way, but ass your housemate but on his work pants, your world got even darker and a hell of a lot stuffier. If you still had lungs, then these cramped and claustrophobic conditions would have quickly felled you. 

But ‘Ass-Man’ doesn’t need oxygen and he will soldier on, for better or worse… 

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Heya! Thanks for working hard to feed us with wholesome and hilarious dragon mc material, I love it. In the polls, I voted for something else and I just thought about how funny it would be for mc to encounter the dragon version of catnip?? Not sure entirely how that would work lol but just thought it would be a cute idea to see

This ask is so sweet, thank you!

"Are you sure Lucifer doesn't mind us taking MC for a walk?" Simeon posed the question carefully, watching the dragon's tail swing with each step the sorcerer in front of him took.

News of MC's growth had peaked the sorcerer's interest right away, it didn't surprise Simeon to have the sorcerer meeting him in town, on his way from the House of Lamentation with the dragon on his shoulders.

At first, he believed the human when he said he had permission from the eldest to take MC for some fresh air, but the further they go from the House of Lamentation, the more Simeon thinks about it.

Lucifer is far too protective to let the little dragon out of his sight without one of his brothers around, they see MC as vulnerable in this condition, so why would they let Solomon take the little dragon?

By now, he's sticking around because they eldest is already going to assume him an accomplice.

"Fresh air will do them good, you worry too much." Solomon simpered without a care in the world, as always.

Simeon signed, resigned to his fate, and followed the sorcerer out of the city until they reached a secluded little park. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere MC can spread their wings."

He tapped the dragon's claws, and MC immediately took off sweeping ahead between the trees with a happy roar.

"Oh...I see. Being cooped up in the house all the time must be frustrating for them."

Solomon chuckled to himself. "Lucifer hates it when they fly around RAD, he's worried they'll fly into someone's horns or something. MC does it anyway, but still."

"This is rather considerate of you." The angel tried not to sound suspicious, really he did, but the second he lost sight of MC, he realised exactly where they are. "This is the forest where those herbs you needed grow, isn't it?"

"Figured me out already, have you?" Solomon didn't have the decency to look sheepish. "MC does have a rather impressive sense of smell."

"...when Lucifer finds out, I'm letting you deal with him."

"Cruel, but fair."

The two carried on strolling ahead, meandering between the trees in comfortable silence, glimpsing Devildom blossoms. Simeon has yet to get used to the strange flora in the Devildom, it was so very different from the flowers he knew back in the Celestial realm, growing without sunlight.

It's not until Solomon stops that Simeon realises, they haven't seen MC for the last ten minutes.

Solomon called their name, magic reaching out, extending his senses, and Simeon knows he's found nothing as the sorcerer walks on with purpose in his step.

"Very funny MC, where are you?" Simeon called, already dreading the thought of having to tell the seven lords of hell that they'd lost their human.

The path passed an open field, Solomon almost marched right past it if not for the quiet, happy chirp that came from the tall wildgrass.

The sorcerer stopped in his tracks, and listened, watching a certain patch of grass shuffle conspicuously. The two crept closer, until they overlooked a delighted, wide-eyed dragon, rolling through a patch of slim-stemmed grass, rubbing their cheeks and wings against the plant while purring loudly.

"MC? What're you doing?"

The dragon blinked up at them, eyes blown wide, spread out on their back with tail swishing from side to side, almost like-

"Catnip." Solomon concluded. "Or the dragon equivalent, at least."

Simeon relaxed, assured that nothing was really wrong, he pulled out his DDD, and managed to get a video (intended to be a picture) and send it to Lucifer, just in case the eldest got worried about MC.

"So, what do we do with a dragon that's...like this?"

MC was still purring, now lying on their side, one wing tucked under them, the other spread up in the mess of grass, looking utterly blissful.

Solomon chuckled, gently scooping them up into his arms, despite their chirp of objection. "I think you've had enough fun for one day, little one. Let's go find that herb, can't have you flying around forever."

Part 7 (Finale)

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Hi! Since requests are open I wanted to suggest a second part to the fic you wrote about Johnny escaping from prison and tracking you down, obviously sexually frustrated, missing the touch of his partner and being treated with basic human decency. It would be so cool if you could make it angsty too 🥲

hiiii anon! here you go :)

no smut here but rough treatment/handling and angst.

It was gentle, but it was still a push. A push away. He remained in the same spot, though his head recoiled, and he looked down at you, eyes narrowed, irritated with your choice. "Why?" He hissed.

"It's been twelve years. You're a fugitive, Johnny. I- I have a son. We can't be doing this," you stammer, shaking your head as you keep him away with a palm against his chest. "I'm sorry."

"None of that shit matters. C'mon, darlin'. I've missed you," he stressed, pushing back against your hand and nearing your lips again, but you pulled away.

"I'm serious. I'm sorry, maybe I led you on, but... I never intended to- Can't you see? Don't you... see the problem?" You asked, your voice light, trying to remain unaccusatory. You understood him to an extent; you'd been able to make a life for yourself, and he'd been nothing but a spectator to the outside world. You were living a completely different story from his. And your paths had crossed in the past, but they weren't meant to cross again.

Hell, he was supposed to be in jail. Both of you knew that very well. Every day that he was out may be his last day before the cops found him again. You couldn't just cling onto a fading memory like that. Never knowing when your kiss may be the last, never knowing how long he was going to be in your life. That was way too much stress, even if some part of you did still love him.

You'd tried loving others. Hell, you'd married one of them. Had a kid. But it wasn't the same. Nothing ever came close to what you and Johnny had all those years ago. And when the marriage fell through, he conveniently showed up a few months later. A possibility you never could've even dreamed of being real. And you dreamed about him quite often.

With a quiet sigh, you pushed him off of you and tried to step out of the way, but he grabbed the middle of your shirt and tugged you backwards, pushing you against the brick wall of the alley the two of you were in. He was tipsy, but he wasn't drunk enough to accidentally be rough. He was doing it on purpose. "Johnny, I'm not doing this."

"Just fuckin' explain it to me again. Tell me why," he demanded, looming over you, his tone nothing short of menacing.

"I have a family."

"No, you have a kid. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"I have a life- I can't go housing a fugitive," you argued.

"I got my own place. You ain't gotta house shit."

"I hardly even know you, it's been forever," you pushed.

"So? We'll get to know each other again."

"You're dangerous, Johnny!" You snapped, heart picking up it's pace as you shook your head at him. His expression fell, his head retracting a few inches. "You killed people. Broke out of prison. You-" You huffed, finding your voice shaky despite trying your best to remain calm. "You're bad news," you whispered.

There was silence on Johnny's end, his chest rising and falling with a sort of determination as if his anger was slowly bubbling up. "What the hell did you just say to me?"

"Please, just... let me go. I shouldn't have encouraged this, I'm sorry, Johnny. I think it's best if we part-"

"No. What the fuck did you just say to me?" He snarled, and you flinched, your breath caught in your throat. His grip on your shirt tightened, and he pushed his fist harsher into your chest, his breaths coming out in rough bouts. "You didn't give a shit about any of that twelve years ago. That husband of yours fuck you that good, huh? Think you're too good for someone like me now? Think you're gonna be a good little suburban wife who can't be caught with a criminal like me?"

"I didn't say any of that. And, god, no- He's an ex, for one, and-"

"Listen, little miss picket fence, I don't give a shit about your new life. Whether yer believin' you changed, whether you think I'm nothin' more than a fugitive, it-" Johnny huffed, looking down, some unfamiliar emotion crossing over his eyes. "It don't change what we had. You wanna go denyin' that?"

"Johnny, that was twelve years ago. You-"

"It don't matter. None of it fuckin' matters. Ain't you able to see that? You wouldn't have given me the time of day if you didn't miss me."

"Of course I missed you. But you're insane if you think that just... randomly showing up as a goddamn jailbird escapee is going to suddenly have me back on my knees, you need to have a reality check. Please understand," you begged, scoffing at his inability to see clearly.

"That's all I am to you now, huh?"

"What?"

"You were the only thing I thought about in those walls. The only thing encouragin' me to break out. The only thing keepin' me fightin' back against the rat bastards who went around pickin' fights. You think you're just gonna say no?" He scoffed, looking back up as he searched your eyes for something. What exactly, you weren't sure. "Ain't you scared, pumpkin? You think yer safe from me?"

You frowned, lifting a hand and slapping him square across the face, staring him dead in the eyes. His head turned at the impact, and he stared down the alley for a few moments. "I know I am. Get the fuck off of me, Sawyer."

"The hell'd you just call me?" Johnny finally returned his sights to you, and he released your shirt just to slide his hand up to your throat, tightening his fingers around it and forcing your head back.

"Get. Off," you repeated, stern despite how incredibly intimidated you were. He could very well snap your neck like it was nothing, and he had no reason not to; he was already on the run, it wasn't like crimes were something he was scared of. Especially not murder.

"You think you can just talk to me however the hell you want? You think I won't kill you?" He growled, and you grabbed at his arm as he squeezed even more, causing genuine difficulty breathing. As you strained for an inhale, he leaned down, his mouth right next to your ear, his every huff making you flinch. "I was made for you. You're s'posed to be mine. Ain't that what you said? Promised me you'd be mine forever. I'm just comin' to claim my property."

"I'm not- an object, Johnny," you choked, but he hardly seemed convinced. "I said that because I was young, and dumb. And I was in love," you strained, squeezing at his arm. "I don't love you anymore, Johnny."

He stared for a moment, and then surprisingly, released you. You coughed, rubbing your throat where he'd grabbed you, breathing heavily. You never realized you could take breathing for granted, but you certainly had.

"You left. You killed. And clearly, you haven't changed," you muttered, taking in a deep breath as you panted. "I thought you didn't belong in prison. But I read about what you did. I... I guess I thought you'd changed. Thought you'd learned your lesson. But you're still as aggressive as ever."

"Sweetpea, I-"

"Don't. You just tried to kill me. Don't- Just... I'm going to go. I don't want to see you again. Especially not around my kid," you demanded, and his mouth hung slightly open, some apologetic rage behind his eyes.

But he didn't say anything else. Just... let you walk away.

Truth be told, he would've killed you. You knew that. He had the means to, had the reasons to.

Why he didn't, you had no clue.

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Fire in the Water: Chapter Four

Summary: You had thought dating a vampire would be the most complicated thing you'd ever done. But as it turns out, becoming one is even more complicated. The boys are determined to make your transformation as smooth as possible while each fighting to maintain the relationships they once had and those they now lust for. Author's Note: Thank you @gretasmokerising and @earthlysorrows for the hype and the editing! Content Warnings: swearing, inflicted pain, talk of blood, detailed killing of a deer and drinking of its blood, gruesome descriptions of desires to kill humans Word Count: 7.3k

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You could hear the argument before you ever even opened your eyes. In fact, the yelling sounded like it was right next to you, the volume making it impossible to concentrate on anything else and only bolstering the persistent drum of a headache that was pounding through your skull.

"I don't know what happened. I don't know why I didn't see it coming-" you heard Jake speak in that familiar voice of his that always carried with it a slight rasp but now came a little uneasier.

It was Danny’s voice that chimed in next, much more even than Jake’s had sounded. "It doesn't matter now. What's done is done."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter now? She's this way because of him! Of course it matters!" It was Josh’s voice that overpowered all the rest. And it was Josh’s voice that prompted you to open your eyes.

You'd never heard him so angry before. Your feet itched to carry you to him to see what was hurting him so deeply.

The light was almost blinding when you first cracked your eyes open to peek out at the world. But the longer you blinked, the more manageable it became, the lights seeming to dim on their own. You were in Josh’s bed and he, like his brothers, were in fact not standing right next to you, screaming in your ear about God knows what. Actually, they were nowhere to be seen.

It was odd. You could hear them so clearly. You could smell them so clearly. Had they always had such distinctive smells?

"You weren't supposed to do it.” At least Sam had the decency to talk semi-quietly. “You should have let her go."

"Just because you would've let her doesn't mean I would be capable of it too." Was Jake on the verge of tears? He certainly sounded like he was. You almost didn't recognize him, sounding that way.

"That's because you're weak. You've always let your feelings get in the way. It's exactly like last time-"

"Don't bring up the last time! This is nothing like the last time! I had no choice!"

You stood to follow the sounds of the voices, careful to wake your body gently. It was incredibly sore for some reason that you couldn’t seem to recall, but moving seemed to soothe the ache like greasing an old, unused machine.

"How did you not see a fucking semi in your lane?" Josh seemed a little more composed when he asked the question, accusatory as it was.

"I was distracted, I don't…she didn't see it coming so I didn't feel it, I don’t know-"

"They'll find out about it, you know," Sam chimed in again. You got the sense he wasn’t being helpful, whatever it was he was talking about.

"No, they won't. Not unless something changes," Danny corrected him.

You made your way through the door and down the hall slowly. Your body seemed to remember how to move but for some reason, it fought to move in a different way. It was like you could hardly control your limbs on your own and each step felt like a heavy trudge. You half worried the next step might send you crashing through the floor. How long had you been asleep?

"I don't fucking care if they find out about it or not, I wasn't going to just let her die, Sam!"

God, more screaming. Only adding fuel to the fire that was raging in your head. Had somebody died?

"How could you have done this?" Josh sounded so betrayed when he said it. It made you worry for him. Whatever it was Jake had done, it must have been bad.

You only realized you had made it down the stairs when the searing light poured in through the windows and you winced as your eyes tried to focus on the four boys you now lived with, each with their eyes suddenly fixed to you.

"Can you all stop screaming, please?” you asked as you squinted through the discomfort. “I have the headache of the century."

You were met with silence that felt like it dragged on for an uncomfortable amount of time before Josh approached you hesitantly.

"How do you feel?" he asked softly as he instinctively reached for you. It was the look of worry creasing his brow that immediately set you on edge.

"Like I got hit by a truck." You tested out a chuckle, a horribly raspy sound that didn't evoke any humor from around you. Nevertheless, you did feel like you'd been hit by a truck. Your body felt heavy and tired, like it was weighed down by something struggling to escape through the soles of your feet. And your head practically pulsed with pain, screaming at you, burning you from the inside out. Actually, it felt like every cell inside of your body wanted to scream out but for what, you weren't sure. All you knew was that the drone of arguing wasn't helping just as much as the rhythmic thudding of soft rain against glass seemed to frazzled your head even more.

Rain beating down all around you, against the glass, against the pavement…wet pavement, wet from something other than rain…

It hit you all at once, the memory of what had occurred the night before. Jake had been driving. Jake and the night you had spent with him. The dinner. The bar. The singing. The semi that you hadn’t seen until you were lying with your back against the pavement, leaking blood into the cracks of the cool, damp street.

The way Jake had looked nothing short of angelic as he had helplessly watched the life leave your body.

"Oh my God," you rasped suddenly, your hands beginning to frantically search your body for the fatal wounds that had torn your flesh so recently. “I died, I should be dead-what is happening to me? I don’t understand, I don’t-”

Josh’s hands took your wrists quickly, tightly, stopping their frenzied movements over your body as he tried to bring your attention back to him.

“It’s okay,” he soothed you in a hushed but desperate voice, “You’re okay. You’re alive.”

You could hear his words but you were wholly unable to comprehend them. "No, no, we-we crashed the car, and-"

"It's okay, Jake saved you." He said your name sternly and brought his hands to rest on your biceps before he repeated himself, dreadfully slowly this time. "Jake saved you." He said it like he was driving home some point you were missing.

You stared at him in confusion for a moment before you pieced it together. Jake hadn’t saved you by the true sense of the phrase.

Because if he had actually saved you, you wouldn't now be dead.

The pieces began to fall together like a domino effect, clinking into place one by one. The way you had heard them all so loudly, the control you had to muster to move your body as you once had, the blinding lights when you'd opened your eyes, the memory of lying in the street and knowing you were about to die.

You would have died in the street, just like your parents had. That was your fate. And Jake had stopped it. Jake had stepped into the road and halted you on your path, forever altering it and your life.

You weren't sure you had any blood left in your body but if you had, it would have all drained down into your feet, evaporating from your body like it was fleeing the rage about to set fire to your insides. You felt the betrayal first, flooding up in your throat so thick you could have choked on it. And there was a deadly mixture of anger that followed that you couldn't even justify. It blinded you. Engulfed you. You might have actually combusted instantaneously if you'd been capable of it.

"No, no, no, no, no…"

Your senses screamed in overwhelm, a kettle placed on high heat now begging to let out some steam. It wasn't Josh's fault that he had been the one closest to you but it put him right in your path of destruction, unbeknownst to him until, in a split second, his legs caved and his body crashed to the floor, writhing in pain.

You watched him peculiarly, his body crumpling in on himself as he screamed out in invisible pain. Were you the cause? You had no idea but it seemed more than likely. You felt a draw of something flowing out of you. You could almost see it, too, as it flowed from you like an invisible thread and reached its fingers out to strangle him.

It was strange, watching him that way. Before when you had heard his voice, hurting and anguished, you had wanted to soothe him. But now as he lay crumbled at your feet, you didn't feel any remorse. Only intrigue. It almost felt…good.

It only lasted a moment before you felt your body flood with calm, a product of Jake, you realized, who was suddenly standing by your side and snapping your attention to him in an effort to save his brother from, well, you. But when you did finally let Josh out of your sights to stare at Jake and perhaps give him the same dose of pain for stifling you, you were stopped dead in your tracks the moment you laid eyes on him.

You hadn’t met his eyes since you’d entered the room. Hadn’t really looked at him since you’d been lying in the street, staring up at what you thought had been your angel. But now when you looked at him, it was like you were seeing him for the first time. Suddenly, he was the only thing that existed in the room. Every thought you had had, every memory you had kept, every ounce of anger and grief you had stowed away, it was all gone. All that was left was Jake.

It wasn’t a meeting of eyes but rather a meeting of souls. And here you were feeling it for the wrong brother.

"What did you do to me?" You heard a voice in your ears squeak out like a whisper threatening to break, although it didn't feel like your own. But it sure sounded like your own.

He looked almost bewildered and retreated suddenly, somehow stunned into silence. But everyone's eyes were on you as Danny helped Josh back to his feet, now glancing nervously between you and Jake.

Yours and Jake's eyes only parted from one another when Sam broke the tension with a tight-lipped smile on his face. "Great. Looks like you've done it again, Jake." He clapped Jake hard on the back who winced at the touch but never let his eyes falter from yours.

"We're going to have to teach you how to control that," Sam continued despite the heavy tension in the air, making his way over to you and swiping hair off your forehead with his long, thin fingers. "You hungry?"

—

"She should at least try the bunny diet," Josh argued. He now seemed displeased by that lack of morality he had found humor in only days earlier as his brothers argued about what to do next like you weren't even there.

"It's not like she has to kill people to feed on them," Jake chimed in. He, on the other hand, seemed concerned for an entirely different reason that you didn't wish to spend much time thinking on. Whatever had happened between the two of you, you were suddenly eager to swallow it down and pretend that it had not, in fact, happened.

You sat as far away from him as you could, avoiding all eye contact as best you could and praying that whatever they decided on wouldn’t involve you spending any time with him.

"She won't be able to control herself if she feeds on a human," Josh reasoned back.

You were avoiding his eyes too.

"We should really just let her choose what she wants," Danny interjected.

Finally someone was acting like you were present and capable of making decisions, although you were surprised when you caught a look of distaste on Josh's face aimed at Danny.

"How could she even know what she wants-"

"All of you, shut up," Sam finally cut through the noise, rather unexpectedly as he stepped to the center of the room. "I'm teaching her how to feed, I'll show her the options. She can decide for herself what she wants. Any objections?"

Hearing so much talk of hunting was beginning to put voice to the burning you had felt when you’d awoken. It gnawed at your stomach and ate away like acid in your throat. And it was becoming impossible to ignore the longer you focused on it.

"Can we please just hurry up?" you squeaked. "I'm starving."

"Atta girl, let's go."

Josh wore an upset look on his face. Actually, he looked entirely displeased with his brother. But when you offered no argument, neither did he. He only nodded reluctantly and watched silently as you went. The desperation in his eyes was abundant. And you had a hard time matching his gaze.

So it was a relief when Sam took you by the wrist and led you out the back door, through the backyard, and past Jake's guest house to the edge of the forest that lay just beyond the property. It seemed like such a crude place to start compared to the fine dining experiences Jake had offered you as a human. But you didn't mind the difference. Anything to distance yourself from the people you had left behind in the house. It felt like the hands circling tight around your neck had finally let go.

But just before you could step out past the treeline and enter the dense forest, Sam stopped you, suddenly standing in front of you mere inches away with his hand at your waist acting like a physical restraint, should you try and flee the truth.

“What happened back there?” His face held an even mixture of curiosity and worry, two things he rarely directed at you.

“I don’t know, I think it was my anger. One moment Josh was fine, and the next-”

“No, not that. The other thing.” He was stern and his eyes bore into yours like they could dig the truth out of your mind on their own. And they could, if you weren’t careful.

“I don’t know,” you lied, trying to believe it yourself so he didn’t actually stumble on the truth as he searched your thoughts.

He stared at you for what felt like a long moment, studying you hard. But eventually, he let go. He retreated a step and then another, and finally tore his eyes away from you to set them on the vast forest expanding out in front of you.

"No matter what your diet, hunting is all about listening," Sam explained when the house faded out of view from the treeline. He acted as if nothing had happened. You weren’t yet sure if you were grateful for it or not.

"Are you better at it than the others because you can hear people's thoughts?" you asked, following him rather clumsily over sticks and roots and leaves, unable to yet move your body with the stealth Sam had mastered.

You could tell it visibly annoyed him.

"I'm better at it when it's quiet," he said flatly.

You rolled your eyes at his back, nevertheless attempting to shut up as you walked. It was strange, every movement seemed to produce a sound that practically screamed in your ears despite it just being a rustling of leaves or a twig snapping. You could hear it all so clearly, practically feel the sounds echoing up through your bones and vibrating into your skull.

"We'll stick with deer for today and work our way up to humans." Sam's voice cut through the growing din of outside noise. But truthfully, food was the last thing on your mind. You had so many questions that needed answering.

"What did you mean when you said, 'They'll find out about it'?"

"Don't worry about it," was all he said, continuing his walking without pause.

“When you were talking to Jake before I came downstairs. Were you implying he should have let me die instead of becoming…this?”

He said nothing, leaving you alone to contend with the silence.

“You would have rathered I died?” you tried again. Hoping for something, anything.

“I don’t expect you to understand.”

You sighed, your frustration beginning to grow.

“Well, what did you mean when you said it was just like the last time? What last time?”

“I said don’t worry about-”

It made you instantly enraged that he wouldn’t tell you anything. Actually, the emotion seemed to violently choke you all at once, invisible hands appearing out of thin air as you suddenly teetered on a ledge of rage you didn't even know you'd been near. But you were there, icy hot anger running through your veins and practically steaming off your skin. You might have even been hot to the touch.

"You know, you're pretty fucking annoying for someone who can read minds. You'd think you'd use that little gift of yours not to get on everyone's nerves constantly."

He stopped in his tracks to turn and stare at you, looking stunned by what you had said. And the moment the anger burned off, in just a split second you found yourself remorseful.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know why I said that.” You spoke meekly, the words spilling out quickly, as if you hadn't considered what you had said until you’d heard it aloud.

To your surprise, Sam met you with a hint of a smile growing on his lips as he nodded understandingly.

"It's hard to control your impulses when you first transition. Well, just in general for us, I suppose. Although it gets easier to manage."

"Is that why I feel this way?" you questioned.

"What way specifically?"

"I hurt Josh and I didn't even care." You couldn't believe you had said it out loud, to be honest. But it was the truth, as upsetting as it was.

He breathed in deeply, like he was trying to choose his words carefully.

"People…change after they go through it," he started a bit cautiously. "In the obvious ways, of course, but your personality changes too. Sometimes it's more noticeable than others. I mean, Josh never really changed. Always been that fucking sunny and annoying. But given the gifts you clearly have, I can't say I'm surprised."

"What is that supposed to mean?" The semblance of your previous anger was already rearing its head at his insinuation.

"Your body could be protecting you from feeling remorse over what you can do while you adjust to the fact that you can do it. A coping mechanism."

You couldn't help but imagine the rest of your life that way: hot and cold with no warning preceding the change in temperature, and your gifts bringing out the very worst in you. And what was worse, never even feeling sorry for the trail of devastation you might leave in your wake. Was this how they all felt? Of course, they could all easily hurt people. But they couldn't all easily hurt one another, not the way you could.

And even if you were to never hurt Josh physically again, emotionally you would do enough damage for a lifetime.

“What if it’s permanent?” you asked, your mouth running dry at the thought. “What if I don’t ever feel any remorse?”

But Sam only shrugged. “Then it’s permanent.”

It wasn’t the most comforting of answers.

"Just sounds like Jake turned me into a psychopath," you admitted as you cast your eyes to the forest floor.

You heard another sigh barrel out of his chest as he finally stepped toward you, until he was only a foot away. He looked like he might reach out and touch you to comfort you but his arms stayed planted by his sides.

"I'm only going to say this once: we are made for killing. It's in our DNA. You wanna be upset about your gifts, then be my guest. But there's nothing wrong with you and anyone who might try and say there is will only be doing so because they're afraid of you." You met his eyes then, almost startled into disbelief by his sincerity, those warm brown eyes that dipped low on the outer corners and made him look almost sleepy despite the uselessness of the activity to him. "Now shut up so I can get us something to eat."

Your eyes fell from his face to his chest and then down to the ground in submission, prompting him to keep walking.

You stayed silent that time, letting him listen to the sounds of the forest so he could hear what it was he was in search of. You happened upon it rather quickly, too, a large buck standing off in the distance. It would have been better camouflaged to the human eye but to you and Sam, it was an easy target.

He said nothing, only held up his hand to signal for you to stay where you were. And then in a flash, he had caught the deer, rubbing its head gently just before he snapped its neck. A quick and painless death. You never even felt an urge to look away.

Sam’s eyes on yours summoned you over to where he knelt on the ground, the deer's body lying still in his lap. He carefully situated it onto the forest floor, looking like he treated the poor animal with more reverence than he did the humans he drank from.

"Three important things to remember," he said as you met him where he knelt next to the buck, "fresh is better, never waste any blood, and don't lose yourself."

"Don’t lose myself?" you questioned.

The thought of losing yourself even more than you already seemed to have wasn't at all enticing.

"When you get that first taste, it can be incredibly hard to control yourself, especially if it's human blood," he explained. "You'll want more and more and more and if you're not careful, you won't be able to stop yourself from getting it. So just focus on the taste but keep yourself grounded. This'll taste like shit compared to the real stuff but have at it."

He stood and positioned himself behind your shoulder, crouching back down to stay close. If you had to guess, he was preparing himself should anything happen. Although, you were unsure of what that might be. The deer was unappealing to say the least.

"I don't know what to do," you admitted, afraid to touch the poor thing where it lay in the dirt, limp and lifeless.

"You will," he promised, his hand coming up to pull your hair back away from your face.

His fingers were nimble as they pulled the hair tie off his wrist and gathered your hair at the nape of your neck, securing it there to keep it out of the way. His touch was ghostlike, as if he was trying to keep away from your skin. It reminded you of a story you'd read in middle school, a family of people careful not to touch water as it would dissolve their skin. He treated you as if you were of that same danger to him, careful to avoid any skin brushing against even his knuckles in the wrong way as he pulled your hair back. Where Jake was liberal with his touch, Sam used it sparingly, like it was always predetermined and carefully calculated.

"Arteries are roughly where you'd expect them to be," he said quietly from behind you.

It was the fur that was grossing you out and making you feel like you were going to be sick. The thought of it touching your tongue and sticking to your lips.

"It won't be so bad once you try it," Sam urged, easing your unspoken nerves.

Finally, reluctantly, you dipped your body down carefully and took the deer's head in your hands. It was surprisingly light as you lifted its body closer to you, bringing its neck up to your lips. It was warm, too. A fresh kill. As a human, that might have drawn some sorrow out of you. But now, you simply marveled at how it felt against the ice of your own skin.

When you brought the body near your lips, the smell was suddenly impossible to miss. It quickly became the only thing you could focus on, the familiar smell of iron and metal that hadn't ever been enticing to you. But now, it was like nothing else existed, nothing but that smell.

You sank your teeth into it finally, the fangs dropping from their place instinctively and with only a dull ache that you'd forgotten once the blood hit your tongue. You lost all sense of your bearings, all sense of self. The forest around you disappeared, the thought of Josh writhing in pain on the ground in front of you and your new life dissolved from before your eyes. All you knew was that taste, metallic on your tongue and surging through you like ecstacy.

You didn't even realize your body was planting itself into the ground until you felt Sam's arms circle around your body, the sudden existence of his touch igniting a deeper hunger in you. It was the skin against skin that paired so well with the satiating blood in your throat, the contact he'd been careful about that now held you grounded as you did just what he had warned you not to do. You lost yourself in it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, your body registered the feeling of his hand creeping up into your hair to rub gentle circles on your head, all while he whispered to you. "You're doing fine, just stay with me."

You'd have been lying if you said you didn't immediately feel the draw, that blurred line between physical hunger and sexual hunger. His hands, suddenly on you and practically burning into your memory, weren't helping the focus, although maybe his goal was to take your focus off of the blood and put it onto something else.

You weren't certain how long you sat there. Time had ceased to exist once the taste of blood had hit your tongue and now that the cup was running dry, you were beginning to come back to yourself. But the only thing you could think of was reliving the experience.

"I need more," you gasped as you dropped the carcass and leaned back into Sam's chest. You felt simultaneously rejuvenated and exhausted.

His middle and ring fingers came around to your mouth where your skin was now blood soaked and dripping with the evidence of your crimes and he used the digits to clean you up as best he could, wiping them along your skin to collect the thick red elixir. He brought those fingers to your lips and pushed them into your mouth without hesitation. Your tongue was immediately eager to lap up the blood off his skin, whatever you could get. It was less than decent, the way you sucked on his fingers without a care in the world, red stains lighting up your chin and cheeks and hair and the slurping noises that permeated the forest with such obscenity.

You were in a state of delirium when he finally pulled his fingers from your mouth, fists gripping his thighs probably harder than you'd meant, breasts heaving and eyes wound tightly shut, soft moans prying their way out of your throat that you had no control over. You might have been embarrassed but there was nothing about Sam's demeanor that encouraged that emotion from you. He only sat a moment longer with his hand placed atop your head and his now free hand rubbing your bicep softly. He was bringing you back to your senses, far more gently than Jake had demonstrated he was capable of.

By the time he was helping you stand, the bloodlust was much more manageable. You felt like you could think clearly again when it was no longer right in front of you, tempting you with its presence and fueling your desire for more. Its hold on you was still there, of course, but its fingers had receded from your edges a bit, their grip suddenly only gnawing rather than white-knuckling. But as the bloodlust subsided, it left way for your sense of self to return and with it, a deep shame crept up your throat. You felt suddenly embarrassed by what you had done, the behavior you'd had no problem displaying in front of Sam whose fingers you had sucked into your mouth in an instant.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Even if he couldn't have read your mind, he could see whatever pride you'd previously had evaporate from your body.

You must have looked a sorry state, too: bloodstained and shoulders caving in as you stared at the ground.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," you said quietly, a refusal to meet his eyes staunch in your stance.

"It's the bloodlust. When you're in it, you'd do anything to get more." He paused to let a soft smile grace his lips. "I actually think you did quite well," he encouraged.

He spoke so softly, so gently, it hardly even felt like the Sam you had met that first day at the house. The one who had been so easily annoyed by your presence, he was no longer there. In his wake, he had left someone much kinder, much more willing to help you learn. He might have been the only one in that house to see you the way you were now and make no snide comment, or worse, show blooming concern for you. He just accepted you that way, bloodsoaked and teary-eyed and uncertain.

"Come on, honey," he gestured you over to him with a jerk of his head. "Let's find you more."

Nothing to be ashamed of. You weren't certain you agreed. But you followed him, nonetheless.

You walked for some time in the silence, although calling it silence was hardly accurate. Sure, as a human it might have been close to silence, but as what you were now? It was almost deafening when you focused too hard on it, sounds pelting you from all around, some of which you couldn't even identify.

There were the birds, of course, singing their songs in a shrill from the treetops, those treetops which swayed gently in the wind and rustled their leaves as a result, like a canopy of tambourines being shaken by a million hands. There were squirrels scurrying, wolves yapping, raindrops creating caverns in the dirt as they fell hard to the earth, water in streams barreling forward in its path, fish swishing their tails hard against the current, the collective crescendo of every animal in a five mile radius breathing deeply-

Humans. You heard human breathing now. But not just their breathing, their blood pumping through their veins. They must have been close.

And just like that your focus on the forest around you was diverted to one thing and one thing only: you wanted to taste them.

“You’re not ready for that yet.” Sam turned to you, having heard you halt as your thoughts stumbled upon the poor, vulnerable hikers who, unbeknownst to them, had stumbled a bit too closely to a newborn vampire ravenous for blood.

You couldn't even see him through the haze of your sudden bloodlust, striking hot and almost choking you this time. Sam was right. The human stuff was far stronger than the animal stuff. Far more dangerous, far more delicious.

“I want it,” was all you were able to get out as the need clawed at your throat and you fought with every ounce of your strength to keep your feet planted where they were.

Sam was more than aware of it, too, suddenly at your side and taking your wrists gently in his palms. “No, not yet,” he said quietly, only a hint of worry palpable in his eyes, though his voice was devoid of it.

It seemed like he used touch to try and appeal to your humanity whenever you ran the risk of losing it. But this time, you were too far gone to be brought back so gently, and in an instant, your blood boiled with rage knowing that he was trying to prevent you from getting the one thing you so desperately wanted. Needed, even.

We kill people, he had said. Now he was so high and mighty, keeping you from being who you were meant to be. You were practically reveling in the idea of it, the way their blood would spurt so readily from their veins. They wanted to be drained, they wouldn't make themselves such easy targets if they didn't. Who was he to stop you from proving it? Who was he to stop you from taking what you wanted?

He had only a moment to flash his concern at your derailment of thought before he was suddenly on the ground, crouched low and gripping the earth with one hand as if to steady himself and his head with the other as you pushed a delicious potion of phantom pain through his body, all with just one look. And even though it took no touch at all, you could almost feel it flow out of you and over to him, crippling him the instant it found his skin and grabbed hold.

Good, you thought to yourself.

It was funny how a single thought and the image of Sam deteriorating on the ground in front of you unraveled your anger so quickly the way it hadn't with Josh, rather shamefully if you were to admit it. The remorse you hadn't felt then you were certainly feeling now, to some degree. Not enough to feel human again, but enough to put an end to your torment on Sam and lean down quickly to meet him on the ground, the thoughts of the humans and the temptation they carried around with them suddenly gone and out of your mind.

“I’m so sor-I’m-” you fumbled for an apology as your hands found his body. Though there was nothing to soothe now that you'd let him out of your grasp, it was a rather human-like reaction to the pain you inflicted. Like maybe if you could rub his muscles thoroughly enough, they'd forget the pain you had incited within them. You were frantic to take it back, at the very least. It was bad enough that he had felt it, he had heard it as well, that lack of morality. You didn't want Sam to see you that way.

“It’s okay," he promised in a voice that might have sounded far more promising had it not been for how strained it sounded when it reached your ears.

"No, it's not okay-"

He took your face in his hand, swiping away a tear that was forming in the corner of your eye, and it stopped your words where they stood, hanging halfway out of your mouth.

"I don’t expect you to be able to control these things so soon. You'll find yourself." His eyes fell on your face gracefully despite what you had just done to him. And when he looked at you that way, he almost looked peaceful, a way you had never quite seen him in the short time you had known him.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, soft and plush and inviting, and you watched as a smile grew there, him watching you, you watching him. But it seemed to snap you out of your trance, that smile. There was nothing fine about this moment or what you had done.

You stood quickly and backed away from him, shaking your head as you did. “There’s something wrong with me, Jake didn’t do it right.”

Your voice shook as you spoke, your feet shuffling backward away from Sam without your mind even telling them to.

“Well, he isn’t really all that great at it but this I don’t think is his fault,” he shrugged as he moved to his feet. It was clear he was trying to lighten the mood. But you couldn't match his easiness. An eternity of being an unstable monster. You didn't see any levity in that.

“I can’t live like this, Sam. I can’t be this way. What did he do to me? I-”

You had no need to breath now and yet somehow, the lack of oxygen choked you and your chest heaved voraciously at the idea of what you had become, and even worse, being stuck that way.

“Just calm down," Sam's voice barely even registered as you continued your retreat. "It’ll get easier, I promise.”

“I don’t know how, Sam,” you sputtered, your attempt to flee hindered by a tree suddenly hitting your back. "I don't know how, I don't know how-"

"I'll show you how," Sam attempted to cut through the noise. He met you there against the tree, reaching out hesitantly, afraid you might snap if he actually touched you.

"It won't work, I can't-I didn't want this-" you shook your head over and over, the tears blurring your vision as they finally fell freely. You hadn't even felt them when they'd started to stream but now they felt like tiny pellets of ice carving lines into your skin, leaving in their wake the marks of your misery.

Sam's hands finally found you, taking both of yours and bringing them to his chest.

"Hey, do you want to see something?"

His question caught you off guard and stunned you into a sudden silence as your attention shifted and your brows furrowed in confusion. In an instant, the forest around you was gone and replaced by a beach. Gulls squawked in the cloud-less sky, the ocean beat against the grassy shoreline, and the heat of the sun droned down against the sand, threatening to turn it back into glass. But then the scenery shifted, and suddenly you were in a house instead, overlooking the ocean scenery beyond from the cool confines of an ocean-side cottage, complete with wicker and shell decor.

You passed through a room where the breeze from an open window blew light linen curtains delicately into the air like they weighed nothing at all. And then you saw her: Adele. She was tucked into a large canopy bed in the center of the room and wrapped in thin sheets. She looked to just be waking up and as she did, her eyes naturally landed on you. And a big smile spread across her face.

"Where did you run off to?" she questioned in a sleepy voice.

She looked the same as you knew her to but it was the sleep that had given her away. Was she…human?

You didn't answer, uncertain of what was happening, and instead turned to peer behind you to see if she was actually talking to you. But the two of you were the only ones in the room.

You turned back to her and despite remaining silent, she rolled her eyes playfully.

"I told you not to get out of bed before me. I hate waking up alone. It's too hot without you here."

She patted the bed next to her and slowly you crossed the room, still unsure of what exactly was happening.

"You should be sorry." When she laughed, it was one of the more brilliant sounds you'd ever heard, a sing-song noise floating through the air that pried a smile from even you. "A Sammy-less me is not a me I enjoy."

It dawned on you then where you were, what you were seeing. It was a memory, one of Sam's. And you were seeing it through his point of view, exactly as he remembered it.

You moved to lie next to her in bed, situating yourself under the sheets without having to think about the action. And then you saw your hand reach out and touch her face. She smiled up at you, wide and beautiful. She looked so serene. It wasn't just the sleep that had differentiated her, you realized. There was an innocence that she seemed to have this way.

She leaned in to press a kiss to your lips and you felt your heart flutter the way Sam's had when he had experienced it. It was electric, like it sent a vibration up through your fingertips and straight to your chest. When she pulled away, her face wash flushed, her cheeks tinged a rosy pink despite Sam's skin having been so cold. It wasn't the heat from him that she had felt but from the moment, as simple as it had been. You'd seen her with that look in her eye before but now when you saw it, it was only directed at Danny.

She seemed to pause, like Sam had said something that you couldn't hear, but then her smile widened at whatever you had missed.

"Forever," she said. It seemed like a promise.

And then it was gone and you were once again surrounded by the forest.

Sam stood in front of you, his eyes fixed intently on yours. He couldn't feel it the way Jake would have but he could tell by your thoughts. The memory had made you profoundly sad for him.

"Don't be sad. It was a happy memory," he said softly, his fingers intertwining with yours where they were still pressed to his chest. "Just something else for you to focus on. There are good things about this life."

But she had been taken away from him because of this life.

You tried not to let your dismay show on your face as you pulled yourself from his grasp and dropped your hands to your side. But those soft eyes were still fixed to your face, still imploring you to summon up some part of yourself that might have believed he was speaking the truth. And it wasn't believable but you gave him a nod regardless.

He rolled his eyes and laughed at your reluctance, a genuine sound and perhaps the first one you'd heard from him as he retreated from where you still stood with your back pressed against the tree.

"Don't lose yourself the way I have." There was humor in his eyes when he said it but you understood what he meant and how seriously he meant it. And then he added, "Do you want to go home?”

This time, you were certain when you nodded, and as you did, he turned to lead the way back to the beautiful, glass house you now called your home.

And as you walked, you did nothing to hide your thoughts from him. It would have been futile, anyhow. But Sam saw you, it seemed. He'd heard your worst thoughts, your embarrassing ones, the scary ones and the funny ones. If you couldn’t be honest with Josh or Jake, maybe you could be honest with him. Maybe it was easier than being honest with yourself.

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You know how kids would bully/antagonize someone they like to get their attention, since they are nervous of rejection? Can I request Sebek who seems to antagonize mc more lately because of his crush of them?

Note: English localization terms are used.

i am so sorry, anon 😭 i completely misread your ask and didn't see the bully part until after i finished writing 😭

i feel like this would still fit the bullying part, just not directly affecting the reader. he's discreet with his thoughts about your atrocities 😔

You...

You are so infuriatingly average. Just another face in the crowd, easily forgettable, absolutely not noteworthy. And yet?

And yet you've managed to catch the eye of the great Malleus Draconia: crowned prince of Briar Valley, one of the most accomplished and powerful mages in the world, and the honorable housewarden of Diasomnia.

To be noticed by Lord Malleus Draconia, it was something that took him years of training and devotion to achieve.

Surely, there's something that puts you apart from the rest, some hidden boon or whatever. He made it his personal mission to find out what that 'something' was.

He started observing you come Monday morning. To his fortune, both of your classes merged for a joint history lesson that day. Which means a chance to uncover all of your secrets and hidden agendas!

You were quietly sitting next to Grim and the infamous Hunting Season duo, just a few seats adjacent to his own. Your brows furrowed, eyes stopping at a section of the text.

He mentally chuckled, "How would someone of your caliber understand the rich history and culture of Twisted Wonderland? Absolutely average."

Quickly looking up from your book, you bumped heads with your two friends, who were secretly looking over at your notes."Clumsy," he sighed.

Smarts were definitely off the list, given that you surround yourself with people like Ace and Deuce. And add the strange-looking weasel to the pile of dim lightbulbs.

Lunchtime, you were three tables away from him. You finished eating the last bits of your fillet, some sauce still lingered on the side of your lips.

"Sloppy", he concluded, leering at your lack of decency and etiquette. Three...four...five...six minutes have passed, still you made no move to clean yourself. It annoyed him.

After finishing his third platter of food, he vacated his seat, taking quick proud strides towards your group. He brought out a spare handkerchief, because an exemplary retainer is always ready for anything!

"Ehem," he called, catching your attention.

"Oh, can I help you?" you asked, meeting his silently judging gaze. "You have sauce on your lips, here," he handed you the handkerchief.

"Um...thank you...?" you thanked, but he was out of sight when you looked.

"Man, that guy's weird," he heard Deuce say. "He's from Diasomnia, of course he's weird," he huffed at Ace's underhanded remark.

"If anything, Heartslabyul is the strangest house in comparison to the others." he thought to himself, pacing the hallways that connects to the potionology lab.

He found out more despicable acts in the following days.

You don't sort your canned goods in stacks. Ungovernable.

You leave your dishes unattended to for hours, piling them up before you decide to was them. Cruel.

You named your stuffed crocodile plush -that he definitely did not buy just to see your reaction to it- and named it Marx Ferdinand-Oxford Mayers the XII. Diabolical.

Friday, he was doing his daily rounds of training. As much as he'd like to know what you're doing right now, he's too busy with his duties to his Lord. Wait— like? No no, he despised you.

Why would he like a sloppy, clumsy, out-of-his-league, average, magicless human such as yourself? He bets you don't even finish drinking your water all the way, such is your evil.

A call from Silver dragged him out if his thoughts, "Sebek, I heard you were stalking the Prefect," his housemate and childhood companion sighed.

"I wasn't stalking," he replied, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"The bluebirds told me you were following the Prefect around since Monday, and the owls near Ramshackle talked about a 'mint-haired fellow'. That was you, no?"

Damn it.

"If you have a crush on them, just admit it. Keeping this up would only make you look bad," Silver groggily said.

"I-I don't!"

"And I can stay awake. Right." the sophomore retorted.

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Imagine an elf ending up in your world and allowing them to live with you.

(This was inspired by a game I used to play a lot and I thought it would be interesting if an elf ended up into reader’s world which has a different fantasy setting. I couldn't decide which elf to use, so I’m used They/Them to describe them so you can put anyone to play this headcanon with you) 

I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: There are mentions of dying, some nakedness, violence, reader being passive aggressive, your elf might suffer some trauma because reader’s world is a bit more wild than Middle Earth, eventual growing friendship, dire wolves, undead, and some angst. 

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-It was just another day in your miserable life. You wake up, feed your dire wolves, build a club and leave your home to gather all the wood, iron, and materials you managed to get your hands on. 

-There wasn’t anything else you could do. You could only travel between places, kill every Leper and Damned on your path, go home, sleep, die and kill all the other exiles that came after you. It was an endless cycle. 

-The Plaguelands did not have much to offer, and it would take time to gather food and supplies for the next dungeon run. Not to mention you needed the key from the Forsaken Gatekeeper. 

-It was a bit lonely too. You only had thoughts to keep your mind occupied, and your only communication was through the raven cage, and you do not even know the people who wrote to you and helped you to get by. 

-You at least had your dire wolves to keep you company, so it was not all that bad. 

-You woke up one day and went on one of your trips, expecting it to be like any other day, but then you encountered something strange. 

-You were brutally killing the enemies with your wooden club, crushing their skulls, and spilling blood on the ground. Your dire wolves fought by your side, protecting you from the back and ripping apart every enemy that dared to come near you. 

-Your violent fight attracted someone’s attention, and you did not notice them coming till the end of your battle.

-You stood there – covered in blood and heavily breathing. You wolves checked on you, whimpering and attempting to lick the wounds you sustained. 

-You gave them pets, comforted them, and gave them treats for a job well done. You enjoyed listening to their happy yaps – and watching how they devoured the treats like excited puppies. It made you think how lucky you were to have them. 

-You were startled when you heard an unknown voice and prepared to fight – your dire wolves growling by your side. 

-The stranger stepped back a little when they saw your massive dire wolves. You held your club, ready to smash their head. 

-Surprisingly, the stranger did not try to strike you. They tried to talk peacefully and explained how they got lost in the mist and needed help. 

-You were confused since they did not look like an exile or any other human you usually met on your travels. They wore different and much more expensive-looking clothing. You couldn’t decide if they were from the capital or somewhere else. Not to mention, their ears were weirdly pointy. 

-You held caution while they spoke to you. They avoided looking directly at you since your torso was bare. One of the lepers tore up your shirt, so your skin and chest were bare to the world. 

-You almost found some amusement in their behavior – no doubt they grew up with rules of decency, but there was nothing you could do about your naked torso because you didn’t carry a spare shirt. 

-Not that it matters. You technically fought enemies naked every day. 

-You asked who they were, and they told you their name, which did not sound like a name anyone would have. 

-When you asked why their ears were pointy, they explained they were an elf, which did not ring any bells since Plaguelands did not have elves, only death, and the plague. 

-It was confusing, but when they kept talking, explaining how they got lost and magically taken to your world and all that nonsense – you decided to leave and go back to your stronghold with your dire wolves.

-You did not care listening to someone’s sob story, especially from someone who probably hit their head harder than the damned that lay dead beneath your feet. 

-However, you did not expect the elf to follow you home. 

-You could have chased them off, but since you did not have the energy and they didn’t pose a threat, you didn’t bother. 

-But by the Nameless god, they were annoying. 

-They were constantly asking questions and telling you about Middle Earth, orcs, and all kinds of gibberish that did not exist in your world. 

-But, you remember your manners from when you still lived in the capital and offered them some leek soup and refreshments. You listened to their story with an annoyed smile as you both sat at the bonfire. 

-You wanted them to leave when the night came, but you took pity on them and doubted they would survive the night, so you prepared them a quick mat and allowed them to sleep in your storage house. 

-You did not have space anywhere else, and you did not trust them enough to let them sleep in the same house as you, so they shall have the storage house. 

-The next day, you prepared some food and started making fabric and smelting copper in your workshop. 

-The elf walked into your workshop and watched you work on multiple things with minimal effort, leaving them impressed. 

-They were even more surprised when you told them you built everything in your stronghold by hand. You did not have money or people to buy your supplies from, so you had to make everything yourself. 

-They asked about you and your life, and you told them little about yourself and how you got exiled from your home because of the plague. 

-They felt pity, but you told them not to pity because pity brought nothing in Plaguelands. 

-When you prepared for the next trip, you allowed them to stay if they made some materials for you, and they agreed since they had nowhere else to go. 

-They told you they had experience in the forge, so you were satisfied with it because it meant more metal and weapons. 

-They bid you good luck on your trip and worked in your workshop till the night came. They waited for you to come back, but there was no sight of you. 

-They were worried because you told them you would be back before nightfall, but they tried to have faith and waited till they decided to go to sleep and see if you were back in the morning. 

-The next day, they were startled when you suddenly walked out of your house with nothing but undergarments and a pissed-off look on your face. 

-When they asked why you didn’t come back before nightfall, you explained you got killed during your trip, thus why you couldn’t come back early. 

-They were baffled by your answer, so you then explained you and other exiles suffered a curse that allowed you to come back from the dead, and you always come back with nothing because your dead body was rotting elsewhere.

-You already got over the point of being shocked, so you were more mad about losing your stuff, especially all the fine materials you found. 

-Your elf guest didn’t know how to progress the information, especially when you did not even look bothered by your unnatural condition. 

-They slowly began to adapt to your lifestyle. They helped you around the house, worked in your workshop, and cared for your wounds whenever you came back. 

-They have also decided to take it upon themselves to make you new clothes after learning sewing from you. You told them clothes got easily torn in Plaguelands, and it was common to see exiles running around half-naked because sometimes they just don't want to waste resources. So your elf guest decided to ensure you would have clothing to wear whenever you came back from your trips or the dead. 

- They were not used to seeing people walking casually around half-naked and were not planning to get used to it now. 

-Your lack of clothing was most likely one of the reasons why your skin was always so pale and cold. 

-You told them you were already used to the cold climate, so it didn't bother you if you didn’t have any clothing. You were grateful for their thoughtfulness– thought, so you made sure there was enough fabric to make clothes. 

-Your three dire wolves grew to like them a lot. 

-They were a bit wary but soon got comfortable when your elf guest fed them and cared for their injuries. 

-You were grateful and happy that they got along. You found it funny whenever your dire wolves wanted your elf guest’s attention. They would sometimes follow your guest around, nibbling for treats and barking at them to play. 

-You decided to teach your elf guest a little about your world, showing them the scrolls and books you collected over the years. You also showed them monsters and people they should avoid when going out. 

-They listened and decided to tag along on your trips, helping you gather materials and fight monsters. They had excellent fighting skills, so you were impressed. 

-You always took them home before nightfall or made sure they always stood near a light source. They learned the hard way about the Nightguest, and the encounter left them frightened and anxious, especially when you told them there was no way to kill the Nightguest. 

-There was only one way to keep it away, and it was light, so they made sure the fire burned in the bonfires whenever you were on a night trip. 

-They were helpful when it came to talking with people. You always hated to talk, so you were happy just to stand in the background as your elf companion did the talking. 

-But when some people decide to criticize your companion and throw insults, you interfere and deal with them aggressively and destroy their things to make their survival even more difficult. 

-You’re petty when you deal with people, but for your elf companion, you went so extreme that it surprised you. 

-That’s when you realized you cared about them more than you thought. It made you weary because growing attachments was dangerous in Plaguelands. 

-But you stopped caring and started seeing them as a friend. You began to enjoy your life with them. 

-They were an excellent cook. Whenever you returned from your trips, you would smell new aromas that would make your mouth water and your stomach rumble with newfound hunger. 

-You would wander to your cooking area and find your elven friend cooking something delicious in the pot. 

-When your elven friend allowed you to taste the food, your tongue would feel like flying because, by the three gods, you have never tasted something so good in your whole life. 

-Their food would beat the leek soup and the steak, so you would keep your food storage full, so they could continue cooking for you. 

-When you had enough supplies and weapons, you allowed your elf companion to visit the dungeon with you, but after several fights with the inhabitants and nearly getting killed by the Desecrators and Damned knights. You decided not to take them on trips that were more life-threatening than the usual ones. 

-You might be able to come back from the dead, but there was no certainty they could, and you did not want to lose your first friend in years.

-They luckily didn’t decide to protest and gladly remained at your stronghold. They were left shaken after visiting the dungeon and couldn't believe you had faced those kinds of creatures all by yourself before they came into the picture. 

-They were confident you could take on a Balrog without a sweat. 

-You comforted them not to think about it much. Things might seem unnatural and inhumane to them, but to you – they were expected since you had several years of experience. 

-Orcs and dark lords might cause chaos in their world, but in your world, everything was chaos. 

-Your elf friend grew to respect you, but they would also feel sadness and anger toward those who left you to survive in infested lands. Your life was cruel madness, and it was a surprise you still managed to hold on to your sanity. 

-After living together for some time, you decided to build them their own room in your stronghold and gave them a dire wolf pup you found during one of your trips. 

-Your elf friend felt honored and promised to cherish the little wolfing.

-You tried to help your elf friend to find a way back to their home. You looked for all the books around the Plaguelands and questioned people who had more dealings with magic and other worldly matters. 

-Your search didn’t bore a lot of fruit, but with your elf friend by your side, you got closer to your goal every day. 

-You two grew to trust each other. You’re protective of your elf friend since you never knew when fate would become cruel and take them away from you.  You dreaded the day when you finally figured out a way for them to their world, but till then – you cherished the life you had with them by your side until it was time to say goodbye. 

-You were unaware that your precious elf friend was planning to take you and your dire wolves with them so you could finally stop living in madness and find peace within their world.

#various x reader #silmarillion #lotr #hobbit #silmarillion x reader #lotr x reader #middle earth x reader #middle earth #tolkien #silm fic #silmarillion headcanon #lotr headcanon #middle earth headcanon #elf x reader #reader insert #silmarillion imagines #lotr imagines

[sketchfanda]

Marcy and Rigs:Tales of a vampire queen and her trash boat

(Pictures belongs to @patanu102​ who is also the mad man that came up with this insane crossover ship)

So what’s set to follow in this post is a random couple of one shot ficlets or whatever comes to mind as well as headcanons when it comes to the wild crack pairing of rigby from regular show and Marcelino from adventure time. The human versions pic is my main visual,course some chars in this setting will either be like they are in canon or human, it depends on the funny and what not XD. And may on occasion involve rigby with both marcy and Eileen because hey the guy deserves some love and even with this pair focus,I’m still a riflemen guy to my core. So yeah in this case the setting is akin to regular show canon; seemingly regular world where insane,random wild shit happens be it eldritch abominations showing up because of too many ties in a game of rock,paper scissors or future washed up rock stars coming back in time to kill you because you somehow stole their fame in the future. It just also happens to include anthropomorphic candies and other weird creatures up and to including our resident demon vampire queen.

So background wise marcy is much the same as canon,used to be a regular kid who just so happened to be the spawn of the satanstic archetype eldritch horror Hudson abedeer who at one point became a vampire of course. She’s got some issues of course especially what with a certain  ex of hers but she’s still got some friends that make life a bit easier for her to handle. Such as an antiques dealer by the name of Simon (don’t ask him about that crown he’s got kept under heavy lock and key or the voices Yiu might hear from it about the secrets of ice and snow,DO NOT ignore the signs Especislly the one that says “In the name of all thst is holy,do not touch this crown!”) and a godfather in skips (he’s been around a long time,and yeah him and a few others in the mystic immortals circle aren’t too fond of Hudson). Skips is one of the few adults she would genuinely admire and respect and the closest thing she has to a moral compass of course,and he’s she regularly rocks out with death and she’s nine too fond of his demonic little infant brat Thomas.

So of course it’d be Somethingmoike an open mic night or talent show at the coffee house one evening mordo and rigs in the crowd. And up steps marcy and her scream queens rocking the house with a couple of tunes and rigby is getting a major case of love at first sight bad,like in wayne’s world when the titular char first lays eyes on Cassandra,who also happened to be a kickass cool bass player. Coincidence? I think not,but of course rigby has the dignity and decency to not devolve into a simp,especially on mordecai’s level,that’s for sure!! it’s pretty much like of course they meet up and talk after the show,and before mordo knows it,the duo is a trio as marcy and rigby get along pretty well and share some similar tastes and interests. and like in canon before anyone notices or realises it,they’re dating!! with eileen too because that delightful quirky nerd is the balance to those 2 slackers!! oh sure rigby would love to rub it in mordecai’s face but eileen is the good conscience in this case...marcy though? she’s merciless. it’s a natural fact that from day 1,she’s ruthless when it comes to snarking and making snide remarks at mordo. the guy’s low hanging fruit just ripe for picking out for mockery.

Now regular show being how and what it is,where something seemingly mundane can spiral out of control into mayhem involving space,time and tussling eith secret blonde cults and a giant coffee bean,one such incident being mordo calls Hudson from the nightosphere because of course thst damn simp would think marcy’s got commitment issues due to unresolved matters involving her dad. Only to realise too late Hudson is a soul sucking demon and his obtuse pushy nature in trying to get marcy to take over as his successor as ruler of the nightospehere. Marcy of course is livid to a point she goes full monster and is about ready to unleash the freakin’ apocalypse. Good thing rigby manages to intervene. Never underestimate a determined hamboning slacker raccoon who managed to graduate and get his highschool diploma boys and girls. And that’s a mark on marcy’s blacklist for mordo,among many he’s sure to rack up. Marcy:hey,okay punchies for it? mordo:tch,sure fine,can’t be any worse than rigby Marcy:*bulks uo hr arm muscles to Amazon preportions,windsup* Mordo:wait a-!!!*too late,pow!! Sent flying so hard he leaves a dent impression on the wall* rigby:ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!

Rigby:oooh Uhm…listen I’m kind of a grower….*ziiiiiiiiiip,thud!!* marcy:……get on the bed And of course rigby woild be lying if he said he didn’t find marcy’s monster forms ultra hot..and yes they’d be very active and wild in the bedroom. Mordo still wonders why his bedsheets keep seeming all soaked up. He will never know,ever!! Highfives:Yiu uuuh..got some bug bites on your neck Eileen:eep!*she knew she should’ve told marcy to tone it down with the love bites!!* muscle man:huh,so does rigby..l Rigby:*gives marcy a deadpan look* Marcy:*blep* So yeah possibilities abound with the insanity here.

#regular show #adventure time #marceline #marcy #marceline the vampire queen #rigby regular show #rigby #patanu #patanu102 #crossover #crossship #sketchfan #sketchfanda

[snakebites-and-ink]

Working Normally

I’m feeling ready to try my hand at posting whump series made of several chapters! I’m starting with one of the probably less-ambitious of my planned multi-part WIPs so I can smoothly ease myself into writing longer series.

Meet Asher, a pet who (with his master’s permission) holds a job as an IT guy. Set in the box boy universe.

The current plan is for me to post a new chapter about every two weeks, but whether I’m able to maintain this will be dependent on how much of a writing stockpile I can create during winter break ^^'

Chapter 2

CW: BBU, pet whump, dehumanization

“Did you try powering it off and turning it back on?

That was a question Asher always had to ask. At least half the time that was all it took to fix something, yet surprisingly few people tried it before calling for him.

“Do I look stupid to you?” The man asked.

Asher swallowed back a sigh. “Of course not. I just have to ask so I know what you’ve already tried.”

The answer seemed to mollify the man. “Yeah, I turned it off and back on. It’s still broken.”

Asher nodded and sat in front of the computer. “I’ll see what I can do.”

It was often a delicate balance, fixing people’s issues without offending them. Most people didn’t like the idea of a pet knowing better than them—at least when it came to anything beyond trained positions and how to beg nicely. Even when they had a totally different area of expertise than him.

Asher, at least, was good enough at staying polite and respectful that he could usually keep them appeased. Sometimes people were completely happy with him the whole time. More often, there was a subtle tension as they decided whether they thought he was being too presumptuous or not, which he was usually able to defuse with deference.

There was occasionally also a case where someone decided to escalate things, which could become quite unpleasant for Asher. As a pet, he simply wasn’t entitled to the same rights or the same basic decency as a human being. And if he fought back, he would face much larger consequences than they would. At least they couldn’t physically hurt him, though, without having to face his master’s wrath for damaging his property. Asher’s punishments were his master’s alone to dish out.

After spending a while troubleshooting, Asher was able to get the computer working normally again. The guy said “thank you,” which was more than some people did when Asher solved their problem. Asher responded with the obligatory “You’re welcome,” in the friendly voice that said he was always happy to help, and bade the man have a nice afternoon.

Only when he was in the hallway, out of earshot, did Asher let out a sigh. Being a pet who had a place in the world of people had its perks, but ease certainly wasn’t one of them. His collar marked him out as different, lesser even, and once someone saw that, he was treated as such. And being a pet did make him different in some ways, but it didn’t make him as far beneath everyone as most people seemed to think. Others cared less about what he was actually capable of than about the role they thought he ought to fill.

At least his owner was more open-minded. Asher didn’t know how he would have handled it if he’d ended up with someone who wasn’t willing to give him any amount of power over his own life. Asher was glad he belonged to someone who allowed him a fair level of independence, even if that did come with its difficulties.

#pet whump #box boy universe #BBU #whump #whump writing #original fic #writing #fiction #oc #my writing #my posts #Asher #Asher series

[bruhstation]

I feel like I’m 14 and Know nothing about Ask the famous 8 again, I am not sleeping, I am not eating, I am gripping my phone waiting for notifications, you tapped into the perfect intersection of hyper fixation, human au’s, and GORGEOUS ART and I’m LIVING, I AM BREATHING, I AM SHAKING

Congrats, I salute you o7

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WOAHHHH????!??!?!? WOAAHHHHHHHH. this whole analysis page is making my jaw drop to the floor like it’s truly award-worthy how you managed to catch some of my very VERY niche references here and there. I cannot applaud you enough!!!! good lird!!!!! truly amazing work, you!!!! I’d like to give some of my comments as well :]

1. captain zero is not beating the bitter ex husband allegations #actuallydivorced

2. zorran and zip take after captain zero but in vastly different ways. zorran has been around far longer than zip; he’s his first employee and right hand man, after all. he took after captain zero like his speech mannerisms and view on the world, but the strain of responsibility captain zero put on zorran weighs down on him. zip is a newbie, having joined just a few weeks ago. he sees captain zero as a father figure, which is not 100% reciprocated by him (literally the first adult figure in zip’s life to show him a semblance of human decency which is not going to end well for the z-stack youth). zorran took after something that is a thorough, long process (speech mannerism), while zip took after something that is at face value (coat). also reflects their emotional maturity (zorran is more cautious, while zip is easily impressionable and needs others to guide him despite their intentions)

why does captain zero name him “zip”? it was zebedee’s idea, partially. he joked that he got the epiphany when he ate a piece of marzipan, but captain zero thought it’s fitting. zip means “to close something”. zipline. zipper. ziplock. to zip. you say “zip it” when you want someone to shut up. (also remember how zorran said “shut it zip in the first episode)

"he sees a child” captain zero views zip as an employee when he expects zip to go through with his plans, while he views zip as a child when he’s talking down on him and giving commands. zip has no problem with this

3. “why is it not a war?” captain zero’s scared. ahaha

4. “stop talking” remember the first episode, sunshine, and his line, “I don’t expect you to think”? remember how I said in the previous posts that there’s hunting dog imagery within captain zero?

5. zip’s crossword puzzle!!! yes!!!!!! you noticed it!!!!! the words and the meanings I try so hard to convey!!!!!!! you nailed almost every single one of them

6. “cops? acab” this is hilarious and fitting considering what I have in store for captain star

7. “invasion” “something is coming” with how captain zero’s criminal history remains shrouded in darkness and the very tiny bits we got from johnny cuba’s words to zebedee...... I’ll just say that it’s going to come back to bite him

8. “camaraderie” “9 across doesn’t exist” these speak for themselves. especially with zipcents there (starts clawing on my face)

9. the fleets do work together, occasionally. they gotta set aside personal feelings for the contracts, and to an extent, their captains. and yeah something bigg is coming and it is Not Pretty! (see point 7)

10. zip’s suspenders has three black lines, while zebedee and the rest of the z-stacks have five!

that’s all I have to say for now!!! phew!!!! this was very fun to respond to and I’m really happy you noticed the stuff I’ve laid out for fortezza bigg city so far!!!! also I love the tiny doodles :3 zebedee is so cute!!! and your gal zaffre looks amazing! the suspenders are definitely fbc’s signature. her high hairdo is such a fantastic look on her, too :D once again, thank you very much!!!!

#submission #firecooking #for me #fortezza bigg city #this is tugs #is it bad that anything that alludes to the captains' divorce makes me guffaw #I think divorce between these two would be both hilarious and depressing. lol

[ubejamjar]

Nahri Sohl (Non-WoL)

"It is not my preference to see to matters personally, but I will see them done." [Overwatch, Moira O'Deorain]

B A S I C S

Name Nahri Sohl Nicknames Nahri does not suffer nicknames, you will address her properly or you will not address her at all. Age Somewhere in her 40s, maybe 44 or 45. Nameday I haven't decided, but she is most certainly a summer child Race Hellsguard Roegadyn (As far as she is aware) Gender Genderfluid Orientation Lesbian Profession Proprietress of the White Alyssum entertainment hall; aspiring member of the Syndicate; Teledji Adeledji’s personal demon; blackmail (it's a very lucrative business)

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair Black as coal and always kept short, always mussed like she just rolled out of someone's bed. Eyes Pale blue Skin: Deep bronze Tattoos/Scars: Nahri has horrible slashing scars covering up a tattoo on one of her wrists. The image is indiscernible beneath the gnarled flesh. She does not speak of it, everyone knows better than to ask.

F A M I L Y

Parents Shining Sapphire A wealthy Ala Mhigan merchant and otherworldly beauty. She was ruthless and over-ambitious, and she drew attention from the wrong people, which got her killed. Ambiguously Important Father A Roe or maybe Hyur who might've had a very distant claim to the Ala Mhigan throne. He was killed in one of King Theodoric's purges. Nahri never knew him. She's probably looking into it though, just in case she has claim to Ala Mhigo herself. Siblings: Elle de Marinterre - Older half-sister Nahri knows of Elle but has never met her. Allegedly Elle "stinks of human decency". Elle would try to build a relationship with her sister, but Nahri would never cooperate. She is a botanist. Grandparents: Dead, most definitely dead. In-laws and Other: Miray: An Ul’dah woman with dark hair, bronze skin, a voice like summer rain. She drinks her coffee hot without cream because she says it tastes like sunlight in the desert. She left Nahri after finding out how she was making her fortune (spoiler: it was very illegal). Ajisai Kawanami : Nahri is only nice to her because the Warrior of Light is a capable tool and tools must be maintained else they lose their edge. Pets: I have a hard time imagining this woman having a pet. She's just too busy.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Thaumaturgy To survive in this world, one needs a competitive edge and a fireball seems like a very good place to start. She joined up with the Thaumaturge's Guild when she first arrived in Ul'dah, because if the Ul'dahns would not lift a finger to help her, then she would help herself. Nahri just loves to play with fire, it makes things so much more interesting.

Sleight of Hand Good fortune comes to those who know how to pluck it from well-off pockets. Nahri understands that one cannot make something of nothing and sometimes ‘something’ needs to be borrowed from those with too much. She is also good at card tricks and cutesy street magic that she is very proud of. In another life, she might’ve been an entertainer.

Business Sense Some people might call Nahri’s tactics theft or underhanded, but those people are beggars at the table.

Hobbies: Blackmail, drinking top shelf liquor, falling in love with every woman who reminds her even vaguely of Miray, reading cheesy romance novels, fencing, gambling, making new problems to avoid her personal problems

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Altruism is something people would not associate with Nahri Sohl, but she does see to it that one's basic human needs are met. She does not care about your tragic backstory. She does care that you are starving and nobody is lifting a finger to help. She's very "give a man a fish, teach him to fish, and then leave him to sink or swim." Most Negative Trait: Ambition rolls off this woman like waves of heat in the desert air. She knows exactly what she wants and how she's going to get it. That's not inherently bad thing. It's just she's willing to "do away" with anyone who gets in her path. She'll find all your dirty secrets and she'll use them against you however she pleases. She’ll put you in the ground if that’s where you suit her.

L I K E S

Colors: Gold [the way it looked in Miray's hair], turquoise, deep brown, amber sunshine, red like desert rocks, white Smells: Fresh flatbread, sunshine on linen, hot coffee, the coconut sweetness of Miray’s perfume Textures: Silk, fur Drinks: Bitter coffee with a bite of lokum, fresh spring water, the licorice taste of arak

OTHER DETAILS

Smokes: Yes absolutely Drinks: If it's outrageously expensive, it's on the table Drugs: I want to say no, but honestly I feel like Nahri probably does lines of something in her office. If anyone wants to school me on Eorzean drugs, please do. Mount Issuance: She seldom leaves Ul'dah but when she does, she hires carriages, takes airships, and uses aetherytes. She doesn't usually go on journeys long enough to warrant having a mount. Been Arrested: A few times when she was first learning the dance of taking without permission.

tagged by the dear @ishgard ! Thank you!! :D

tagging (with much affection, trying to tag some friends I didn't tag in the last one. If you already been tagged then consider yourself double, triple, quadruple tagged and you get a smiley face sticker from me): @elliewiltarwyn @sailor-artemis @eorzeanflowers @lilbittymonster @flusteredracoons @laladventures @hinganskies @magitekbun @icehearts

#nahrijar #nahri sol #actual criminal #non wol #tag game #free the drafts agenda #i phoned it in a little bit

[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XI

Chapter 11?/?

Wordcount 3k

Title Part XI

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N.A.: So... This chapter has been in my drafts for weeks and I've been just avoiding it bc I was somehow convinced that it would never be good enough, but it was an essential part of this story so I couldn't skip it 😭 I didn't know what to do, so I forced myself to work on it and after a few days I finally finished it!

Anyways, here we have Hades showing off another talent of his, Hermes being the best babysitter in the world and I also decided to include some humour in it! I hope you don't mind XD

You were resting your head on Hades’ shoulder, your eyes closed as if you were going to take a nap while his hand stroked your hair. From time to time, he would place a kiss on your temple or whisper some random, sweet words just to make sure you stood awake; you, on your part, would threat him with another tickling session, something that he would receive with laughter or some teasing. 

The water was still murmuring in the fountain; the animals were crossing the grass around you or flying over the flowery arc above the bench, as if coming back to their lives after giving you the space you needed to fix yours; a lukewarm breeze started blowing, whistling between the trees and caressing your skin, but not as gently as Hades’ hands. 

Finally, the riddles were solved, the issues were put aside and everything found their right place. 

I never felt this safeness before... I never felt so in peace.  

If you had any worries at that moment, it was only regarding how the people at the party – the gods, in particular – were going to receive you once you stepped into the room for the second time. Because, obviously, you would have to return and complete the protocols as one of the human visitors. 

You decided to speak about it. 

– I’m a bit afraid of what’s going to happen when we go back to the party. 

Though he had a reputation to repair – after all, the last thing the guests saw was the moment you rejected his gift and left without giving him a chance to respond – Hades didn’t seem as worried about this as you supposed he would be. Instead, he just focused in convincing you that you didn’t have to think too much about it.  

– If you’re afraid that people are going to look down on you or be shocked by your audacity, let me tell you that none of this is going to happen. Instead, the least you can expect is to see them in awe with your presence. 

You frowned. 

– How so, Hades-sama? 

His response came in the form of a mysterious smile. 

– Let’s go back inside the building – he tightened his grip around you and stood up with you in his arms; you smiled while passing your arm around his neck – And give them a reason to be. 

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You returned to the building with your arms entwined with Hades’. You took a shortcut to reach the corridor where your room was, confirming your supposition that he entered the garden using one of them. 

First, you went to your room to do a new makeup and, in your words, “to restore the decency of my face and not fall in Poseidon-sama's disfavor”. Hades laughed and sat on your bed’s edge, observing as you did your work in front of the vanity, the same where the girls were arguing about their preparations and when your thoughts were directed to the water. You thought of telling him about this episode, but declined: the moment to tell the whole story was yet to come. 

When everything was done, you looked around the vanity’s surface and frowned: your hair was untied and you couldn’t find anything to wear on it... 

Until you felt a hand on our shoulder and noticed Hades standing behind you. You looked up to him, who had a gentle smile to you. 

– Can I help you? 

Your response was a shy whisper. 

– Of course. 

You doubted that he could help you in this, despite the natural manner with which he took the brush over the vanity and started dividing your hair in sections, but you weren’t going to be the one to question he if he knew what he was doing. 

And, to your surprise, he knew it. 

He took a thin section from the back of your head and started untangling it with his fingers before using the brush; after that, he would curl the section with his finger, as to make sure that there was no damage. He patiently repeated the process with all your hair on the back as you observed it through the mirror, but it was only when he started working on the side sections that you were able to see his hands in action – and you were marveled. 

The attention his hands gave to the task, the delicacy of his fingers while they slipped through your locks, how he knew when and where to use the brush on them, respecting their curvature – all of this, you thought, made your hair more beautiful than it actually was. 

You didn’t know how long you stood there observing, but seeing the moment when he put the brush back on the vanity was like waking up from a daydream. And, honestly, you wanted to be wide awake to see what was coming next. 

His hands were now working on uniting all your locks to create a hairstyle, and you were curious to know what he was about to do: you remembered that even Hermes-sama, used to observe the girls and their mutable beauty standards, avoided any extravagance in this sense when he put the hairpin on your hair; what would Hades do, then? 

For the second time, he divided your hair in sections – three, one at your back and the others on your sides –, and those ones were divided in another three, thinner locks that he united in loosen braids. When he braided the sides, he untied one thin curl on each side, above your ears, then the rest was all pulled together and twisted to form a bun on the back of your head. 

As he held your hair with his right hand, you observed his reflection when he took the hairpin out of his coat and finished the work. 

You spent a moment smiling at your own reflection: he really did good job there. 

– Well – you touched the bun as you spoke – Impressive. I could never imagine you had such talent, my Lord. 

Hades laughed. 

– I just did the basics. The true beauty was already in you. 

Your cheeks got warm at the compliment. When you turned to him, you saw his hand stretched to you. 

– Shall we? 

You nodded and accepted the invitation, leaving the room behind. 

***

If you knew what happened right after you left the party, you wouldn’t be surprised with the respectful, stunned reception you had when you returned. 

The silence that spread across the place when you disappeared behind the door was heavy and uncomfortable. The human girls that witnessed your interaction with the King of Hellheim were shocked by your attitude, not knowing if they should consider it an act of courage or stupidity. The gods, on the other hand, were more than outraged: how dare a mortal refuse the gift from a god and just flee, not giving him the time to respond? In a matter of seconds, whispers of indignation and surprise started growing among the crowd. 

Though they weren’t less affected by what they saw, the three Greek brothers remained in silence, waiting to see what Hades was going to do. From his part – and to the surprise of most of the guests, who didn’t know him as they did – there was little to no sign of wrath on his face. No, not even the slightest irritation. He was just there, quiet, putting the hairpin inside his coat as if nothing happened. 

One of the gods that had a hard time processing the events was the god of Destruction, Shiva. Beside his wives, he had the company of his students, who were as astonished as the other apprentices, but didn’t dare move a finger without the consent of their master: his anger, almost tangible, was something new to them, and though they didn’t know how to react, doing nothing seemed better than doing the wrong thing and ending up increasing his bad mood. 

– I don’t understand this! What happened to humanity? They seem to have no regard for hierarchy and respect nowadays! – he growled to himself while the eye on his forehead opened; then, turning to Hades, – I suppose you’re thinking of giving her the appropriate discipline! 

Apparently, during that moment of wrath, the head of the Indian pantheon forgot that there were human girls listening to every word he said, only thinking of this when they started shivering and whining around him. 

– This sounds too terrifying, Shiva-sama! – one of them cried out. 

A second one corroborated her, with her hands united in a plead: 

– Are you telling us that you would do something terrible to one of us too, my Lord? 

A third one followed, holding one of his arms: 

– Please, Shiva-sama, don’t say such things! We swear we will never act like this! 

A fourth one, younger than her partners and unable to formulate words, started to cry. 

Following their example and guided by the same fear of divine punishment, other girls started doing the same to their masters, creating a wave of pleading, lamentation and tears that kept the gods occupied in desperate attempts to calm them down. 

Shiva, on his part, was facing incredible difficulty trying to tame his own students even with the help of his wives. 

– Hey, hey, there’s no need to overreact – he patted the head of the weeping, younger girl while trying to pay attention to the others with his three remaining arms; his forehead eye closed slowly as his anger disappeared – Heavens, I forgot how sensitive you are… 

Among Hades’ brothers, Adamas, whose short temper was well known among his pairs, was the first to manifest his discontentment with your behavior.

– I can’t believe you brought us here to witness this, elder brother – he crossed his arms – I don’t understand what happened with this human, but I agree with Shiva. You cannot just let her get away with this! 

Zeus, with his hands behind his back, had his gaze on the entry’s door, through which you just fled. 

– Indeed, that was an odd attitude – he spoke in a distracted manner – Showing some embarrassment is understandable, but running away like that? Yes, it’s very odd… 

Poseidon was the only one who kept his thoughts to himself, but anyone who looked into his eyes would guess that, whatever the response he’d give to someone who dared do this to him, it would be anything but pleasing. 

Since Hades didn’t give any verbal response, Adamas insisted: 

– So? – he took a step toward his brother – Have you decided what to do? 

Hades raised his eyes to him, but had no time to reply, for another deity interceded: Heracles, who was near his Greek pairs, in the company of his students, and was one of the few gods who didn’t speak in favor of a punishment. 

– Forgive me, but I believe there must be a better way to solve this – and, when everyone turned to him, – There must be a reason behind her actions. Deciding what to do without knowing such reason is everything but fair. 

Adamas gave the god of Justice a furious glare, making his students hide behind him. 

– You’re always trying to justify your ex-pairs' petulance, boy. No wonder they only do what they want! But, for at least this time, we need you to see things as they are and stop with this indulgence! 

Heracles reciprocated the glare, closing his fists. 

– What you call indulgence is what as I see as justice. You should try and learn the difference. 

Adamas took a step ahead and a heated argument was about to start between the two men. There were a few gods with a more peaceful inclination who took the demigod’s side, while many of them saw in the god of Conquest’s anger a support for their own sensitive pride, and the room was soon divided in two, the tense expectations shared between each present... 

– All of you, quiet! 

Though Hades just raised his voice a bit above the usual tone, it silenced the entire room once it spread across it. Adamas immediately gave up on the argument, stepping back to his previous spot; Heracles swallowed, but stood his ground. Shiva, who was watching all their interaction in silence, turned to Hades with a raised eyebrow, wondering why a human would provoke such reaction from the King of the Underworld; his younger student stopped sobbing and hugged him. 

Hades sighed, putting his hands on his pockets, and passed his eyes over the faces of the humans and the immortals. However, he made it clear that his words were directed to his divine pairs. 

– Look around you. Look at these girls – and, while doing precisely this, – Are you really going to look into their eyes and tell them that you are the right people to guide them in whatever paths they choose to follow when this cycle of redemption and punishment is all you can think about? Do you really believe this is all education means? 

Hades’ questions were received with an embarrassed silence from the gods and a stunned quietness from the humans. None of this didn’t seem to bother him, though: with a tired smile, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. 

– Well, if your answer is yes, I suggest you to send these children back to their families and let them do a better work. 

Since no one dared reply, he turned the door and was going to leave the room, when Adamas called him. 

– Where are you going, elder brother? 

Hades turned back to him with the same smile, but a glimmer of confidence was sensed in it that time. 

– What do you mean, little brother? – he tapped his chest, upon the spot where he kept the hairpin – I’m going after y/n and bring her back. 

All the three brothers gasped in surprise, but Adamas was the only one to reply: 

– And how do you intend to do that? What makes you think she will be compliant after what we saw...? 

The King of Hellheim gave Adamas a clever blink, provoking a confused “Ahn?�� from him, a harsh laugh from Zeus and a frown on Poseidon’s face. 

– Can you trust me a little bit, brother? – and, looking at the other guests, – Listen. I will be back with the human y/n in a moment. And, when she enters that door again, I hope she gets the deserved reception, you understand? 

None of the gods had the need to verbalize their compliance. The entire room fell in silence again as each deity nodded and stepped back to open the way to the god of the Dead as he took unworried steps toward the exit. 

***

Hermes was walking the corridor, still processing the unexpected encounter with you when a second person appeared in his way, making him startle. 

– Hades-sama?! What happened? Y/n just passed by me on this corridor. She was desperate… 

The sentence died on his mouth when the Greek spokesman saw the calmness on his uncle’s expression. Did he hear what he just said? Did he understand it? 

Well, not only this, but he also had a plan already. 

– I know. Apparently, y/n had a problem with her reception at the party before I could reach her. I just spoke to my brothers and the other presents about this. Now, I'm going to talk to her and bring her back. Did you send her to the gardens? 

– Yes, my Lord. 

– Did you give her the official permit to leave? 

– I didn’t – Hermes lowered his tone – Under the current circumstances, it would be precipitated and unsafe. 

Hades nodded. 

– Good. Thank you, Hermes. 

He passed by his nephew and was going to follow his way outside, when the other’s voice was heard. 

– Uncle.  

Hades turned back to him, not hiding his surprise. It’s been a long time since he heard Hermes calling him like this. 

– What is it? 

– Don’t you think this is going too far? – a wrinkle of preoccupation appeared on Hermes’ forehead – Because I think it is. 

– What do you mean? 

– Just a moment ago, that girl was happy and excited about this party, but now she passed by me in tears, begging to leave this place. I do not approve what I saw – the younger god stepped ahead, more wrinkles appearing on his face as the preoccupation turned into a barely disguised anger – Despite the obvious connection between you, y/n is still under my guardianship, Hades-sama. Seeing her or any other girl in such state is something I will not tolerate, whatever the reason. 

Hades stared at him in silence for a while, but there was no sign that he was offended or irritated by this statement. Instead, when he spoke, it was to show he was ready to agree.  

– And, during all these years, you’ve been taking care of your responsibility in the best way possible, nephew. However, that woman was chosen, not only to be the Queen of the Underworld, but to be my wife. It is my duty to show her that she’s safe by my side – and, turning entirely toward his pair as he spoke, – Showing her that she can trust me is all I want, Hermes. So, now, I ask you to leave her to me.  

Hermes bit his lips, not entirely convinced that this was a wise plan. But if that was the will of Fate, there wasn’t really much he could do about it, so he finally gave up.  

– Do what you believe to be the best for her, my Lord, but be careful. A human girl’s heart is something delicate. Don’t let it break. 

Hades nodded and left the building. He took a short, unknown path to reach the gardens and, following your energetic signature – and the fragrance you wore, which you gained alongside the ball gown and left a trace through the places you passed – he soon found you. 

He kept his word, then. And you went back to the party with him, with both your heart and your hopes restored.

#record of ragnarok fanfic #record of ragnarok hades #record of ragnarok hades x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #ror hades x reader #ror hades #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades x reader #snv hades x reader #snv x reader #snv hades #snv hermes #snv zeus #snv poseidon #snv adamas #snv heracles #snv shiva

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life for sale.

dialogue prompts from life for sale by yukio mishima. (content warnings: suicide / death and depression.)

surely there are no headaches in heaven.

do you know what i'm going to say next?

this life feels empty, like a room without furniture.

don't ask things that don't concern you.

you can tell me anything you like. i won't be offended.

you'll get lung cancer if you smoke.

those who believe, believe everything. those who doubt don't believe a thing.

would you like tea, or something stronger?

i'm a complete pacifist at heart.

when people are happy, they're at their most beautiful. completely at peace with themselves.

i feel like i've been transformed into a proper adult.

this is real life, not a comic book.

are you really a murderer? you just don't look the type.

i suppose this is the last we'll see of each other.

you have as much heart as a vending machine.

can a human really behave so much like a robot?

i cut all my ties with human society long ago.

loneliness is my unconditional ally.

you shouldn't try to humiliate people.

this is all very interesting, but what does it have to do with me?

you remind me of a machine that's too well-oiled.

sometimes stirring the pot can cause even more trouble.

people are just puppets, anyway.

the whole world is a waste of time.

you've taken a shine to me.

i think of myself as already dead. i'm completely free.

even dying requires energy.

don't ask things that don't concern you.

you take a nice photo.

i've always dreamt of being part of a happy family.

there is still such a thing as decency in this world.

shall i read to you?

how happy you make me feel.

was there ever a time when you really loved life?

the most important thing is that you stay completely calm.

you're young, and you'll get through this.

haven't you learned your lesson yet?

you can relax. tell me what happened.

you have the heart and soul of a warrior.

no questions. just come with me.

stop overcomplicating the way you think about things.

life and politics are generally simple.

please do not ask for my help ever again.

i told you not to come after me.

can't you try and be happy for me?

you have the kindheartedness of a saint.

you're the only person i can trust when things go bad.

for some reason, i can't get close to anyone.

you must wake up from this foolish dream.

living and worrying are one and the same thing.

think you can impress me?

there are gods in the world, and they never abandon us.

#sentence starters #rp memes #inbox memes #ask memes #rp meme #ask meme #thriller meme #suicide // #death //

[lumilasi]

Next up is Diojas' bio dad Alexander (who works as his bodyguard & Diojas doesn't know he's his bio dad). For his humanoid Grimmhound form, since I figured they'd all look somewhat similar, I just used the one I drew for Mihail, and then changed around some details.

More info below:

Name: Alexander Sterling

Nicknames: Dear/Darling (Mellina), Boss (His Grimmhound/werewolf pack), Golden hound (Nickname among Grimmhounds in general due to his unique coloring) Papa (Mia)

Age: Unknown, but he's fairly sure he was born before both world wars in human world.

Height: 187 cm

Friends: Azul (A sorcerer and the love interest of his son) More TBA

Family: Wife Mellina Sterling (A powerful Lightcaster sorceress), Diojas (His eldest child/son who was kidnapped from them) Mia (His daughter)

Powers:

Regeneration: His kind regenerate most injuries insanely fast, and are generally among the most durable land-dwelling beast types outside non-flying drakes.

Transformation: He has two forms; The humanoid skull-hound form, and a full black dog form the size of which he can change at will.

Shadows: He can merge with shadows to hide himself very well even in human form, and can attack you through them.

Bite force/claws: He has very strong bite force and can actually tear people's throats open even in human form. His claws can also be used to easily cut limbs off and damage metal.

Keen senses: Being a predator type of beast, his sense of smell is about as accurate as you'd expect from a trained bloodhound, he also has excellent night vision, and can pick up the faintest of sounds from hundreds of meters away. Also he's generally just very aware of his surroundings.

human weaponry: He's an excellent shot and even a sniper, pretty much never missing his target. He also knows how to use blades if necessary.'

Leadership: He is the current leader of a large werewolf/ Grimmhound joined pack that mostly stays with his wife and daughter, but will immediately respond to his call if he asks them to come and help.

Weaknesses:

Light magic spells are naturally effective towards his kind, as they tend to dispel the skull-dog humanoid form and force them to turn back to full humans, which is their weakest form. It does specifically need to be some sort of sacred type of light, you can't just whip out a flashlight to force them to transform. (Unless it has somehow blessed light-bulb I suppose...)

He's very impulsive and doesn't always think things through, he's also kind of messy and tends to often leave kind of a disaster first impression with people.

Personality:

Alexander is pretty relaxed and almost lazy at first glance, who tends to not take any threats aimed at him too seriously. He also has that specific kind of energy, where he seems surprisingly naive and is easy to trick into things. He is also fairly good with children despite appearing scary at first glance to many, which is not too surprising given he's a loving father to a young daughter. (AND an adult son)

That being said, he is very good at his job and absolutely ruthless in a fight if needed to be, he also actually does have bit of a temper and can be easily provoked by a challenge. He has good instincts so while he can be tricked with harmless pranks or made believe some silly stuff like the idea that moon is cheese, if he senses genuine danger he will not be fooled.

FUN FACTS

He's not told Diojas he is his dad after what happened with Diojas' magic wielding Ex; he feels guilty over not realizing sooner what happened, and hasn't gathered up the courage to tell Diojas the truth.

His wife keeps trying to encourage him to do so, but so far there's no luck. She hasn't come and said anything herself out of respect for her husband's desire to figure this out himself, as he feels responsible for him being taken in the first place.

Azul knows, but chooses not to tell Diojas out of basic decency and respect for Alexander.

While Mellina comes from the mirror realm, she and Alexander did meet in the human world. This is also how their baby was stolen shortly after birth; the mob head Vermonte paid off the hospital to take the kid and claim to Mellina he'd died.

The reason Alexander feels responsible, is that he was present at the hospital, and still somehow didn't pick up on something odd happening around his son.

There was no particular reason as to why Diojas was picked, he just happened to be the only baby boy born that evening, and Ms. Vermonte wanted a baby boy. (She was infertile, hence her husband ended up doing this. He was never proud of it, and even claimed to his wife he was an orphan)

Alexander did come work for the family before the Vermonte were killed, and he did initially plan on just taking Diojas and running for it, but after seeing how traumatizing their death was for the boy, he decided to wait until he'd have things together again, which stretched out into multiple years, and to the current time.

Alexander is especially strong among his kin, which is why he ended up with golden bits in his hound form. He's considered kind of a royalty among them, although he doesn't give a shit about it.

The pack he leads consists of the leftovers of another Grimmhound Mihail's group, and some werewolves they used to fight and defend a village against. (for a price)

he didn't really intend on gathering a pack, he just sorta stumbled into it, though it is typical for the Golden hounds like him to gather up a following, even if by accident.

His name was given to him by an older hunter he lived his dog years with, it was a reference to the old man's late son whose name was also Alexander. (Though the old man mostly called him "Alex" or "Buddy" or "Damn dog!")

He keeps getting told to tidy up and shave by Diojas - or anyone really - almost every other day, and his answer is always "No."

He doesn't like button up shirts so despite being in a mob, he refuses to wear those. If he has to cover up, he tends to pick a normal or turtleneck long sleeve.

#artists on tumblr #oc reference #character reference #lumi's chaotic creations #lumi's art scribbles #The mobster and the mage #Alexander Sterling #Night city parlor #grimmhound #digital art #oc illustration

[askrise]

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Introduction

Welcome to Ask R. I. S. E! A mini interactive project with lore (If it goes well) where YOU interview these weirdos! You can ask them any sort of question, as long as you follow the rules!

The Story

R. I. S. E is a team of scientists who are searching for the key to immortality, and their latest experiment has proven to be an immense success! So now they've opened doors for interviews to spread the word of their success. Just remember, if you're not careful, you might come out with some missing parts!

The Characters

Eva

The leader of the investigation and co-founder of R. I. S. E, saying Eva is eccentric is downplaying it very hard. They do not seem to know what things like “Professionalism”, “Common decency” or “Personal Space” are, which may make it seem like they're an ill fit for leading such an organization, but don't be fooled. She's extremely smart and quick witted, and has proven to be an extraordinary leader and scientist.

Her projects and actions speak for themselves, which is good, because if she were to speak for them, they wouldn't have gotten any funding… Or anything in general

Lucifer

He is the Co-founder of R.I.S.E and in charge of the business side of the organization. With an elegant and educated demeanor, a silver tongue and sly smile, he makes his way around the business world with ease.

His honey-like words will have you lulled into a sense of security and confidentiality in a second. He'll carefully trace the path your mind will follow, and once you realize it, it will be too late and you'll see you're supporting a group of truly dangerous and deranged people.

But hey, you'll get a wink from him as he leaves to deal with it!

Maria Magdalena

The head of the genetics part of the research, Magdalena is an extremely shut in woman. She seems to be in her own world most of the time, talking to herself and rarely paying attention to what is happening in front of her. 

However, even if her constant resting bitch face tells you otherwise, she ADORES her job and her hobbies, and if you even mention something related to her interest, you'll be ready for a long, intensive, and almost violent rant that will leave your ears ringing. 

She'll then retrieve back into her shell, as all her social battery was used up, but hey, she works hard!

Abel

Age: 25

Gender: Cis Girl (She/Her)

Likes: Horror movies and books, sculpting, dressing up

Dislikes: Vegetables, doing nothing for too long

Abel, the anatomist of the research, is a young cheerful woman who loves her job more than anything else. She's always seen with a big smile (And I mean always) and a passion and enthusiasm to match that comes from a genuine love and interest in the human form, and her job.

She loves it so much in fact that it's weird to not see her in her work clothes! And yeah that is blood! Very fresh as you can tell from the vibrancy of it!

Does this scare off some investors? Sometimes, but she's one of R. I. S. E's best workers, so they don't stop her.

Cain

Age: 26

Gender: Agender (He/She/They)

Likes: Making music, cybergoth music, kids

Dislikes: People, attention, Abel

Cain is a robotics engineer whose knowledge on the field and pure work ethic (she never stops working) landed her on R. I. S. E extremely quickly, climbing up until he became one of the head researchers. 

You wouldn't know this by his attitude though. 

Cain always seems tired. They speak in a monotone yet somehow very annoyed voice, eats, showers and sleeps in hir lab and is rarely, if ever, seen smiling. He never seems enthusiastic about anything, and has to be dragged to do everything except her job. Thankfully, she has somewhat of a social life in there. Just not with humans

Teodoro

Age: 12

Gender: Cis Boy (He/Him)

Likes: Drawing, nature, video games

Dislikes: Heat, tight clothes, strong smells

Teodoro is R. I. S. E's first and only successful attempt at creating an immortal human by transporting his consciousness to a robotic vessel, tailored to look exactly like his original one, granting him with a never deteriorating body and immortality. However, the process was not perfect, as he lost all his memories, and has to be raised as a human yet again by the organization, whom have kept him to further their experiments and researches.

Apart from that he's a pretty normal 12 year old boy. A bit reserved maybe, always choosing to stay alone and listen to music. He doesn't reject social situations, but there's not many to be had in a lab where you are the subject. He tends to have trouble expressing or understanding emotions, but is trying his best to learn.

Rules

- No NSFW stuff

- You can send as many questions as you'd like, just try to not send more than 3 per ask

- Please specify for who the question is, even if it's for everyone/anyone

- You can rp your characters and make them ask mine questions ^~^

- It's my first time doing something like this so... Beware

About.... Me?

- My name is Lux (He/Him) from @shinandlux

- This is an oc... Project (?) to get better at writing and drawing my characters and preparing for a game I'm planning on making

- Again, first time doing this! So any help and/or pointing out errors would be very appreciated! I'm trying mostly to just have fun here, but I still wanna do it right

Anyways, that's kinda it! Hope you have fun! :)

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