#no wonder Claude is tire of your shit

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Alright so far Jehan is being such an ass

#I wanna love you boy but look at you #no wonder Claude is tire of your shit #text #rmf speaks #book update #Notre Dame de Paris #Jehan Frollo #The Hunchback of Notre Dame #THoND

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Reader X Black Butler-Loids

CrazyGirl106

Summary:

I've always loved those Heta-Loid stories....and I love Black Butler....lets have them both!

Please, tell me what you think. This is my first story!

Notes:

Warning. Contains Swearing, Sex (Sometimes) And Hot Men!

Chapter 1: Sebastian-Loid

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As you flick through the magazine, bored beyond compare, you come across an advert. Oh my god, its for the new BBLoids! You have been a dedicated fan of Black Butler since you heard of it, and know they have bought out Loids! As you look through the new makes you see some of the main characters. They have Ciel, Grell, Agni, Prince Soma and even Undertaker! But the one that drew your eye the most was the Sebastian-loid. It look impeccable with its pristine black suit, silky black hair and those eyes. So beautiful. And the add said they even changed colour like in the Anime/Manga. You start to smile widely as you think of all the housework you could get done with a Sebby-loid, Never have to clean the dishes or hover the carpet. And you get a hot butler to watch. You quickly look for the price. Oh......Fuck. Who the hell could pay over £2000 pounds for a robot! You sigh and close the magazine, disappointed that your short lived dream had crashed and burned (Like Englands cooking!)

As you stand up and move towards your bedroom, your phone rings. You pick it up, ''Hello?'' You ask, wondering who would have called you out of the blue. ''Hello, this is Dream-R-Us, we have been reviewing your file and have come to the conclusion that you deserve a dream fulfillment. You may choose anything you wish as long as it is in our power to provide it. Oh yes, money is not short in supply by the way.'' You pull the phone away from your ear and look at it like it had started to turned funky colours, ''Ok, Lets say for a second, just a second, I believe you, could you please send me a Sebastian-loid, the ones from the BBMerch mag?'' You ask, very skeptical. ''Of course we can Miss (F/N). It will be there by morn'' The voice stops and you realize they have hung up. ''God Damn prank calls....but...how did they know my name...?'' You ask yourself, by now slightly scared. You shake your head and sigh, tired from a long day. You move to your bedroom and lie down, drifting off into the land of dreams, a certain red eyes butler on your mind.

ZZZZZZZZ (Snore) ZZZZZZZZZZZ

You awake to a loud knock on your front door. You groan and sit up, dragging your butt towards the front door, ''I'm coming, i'm coming!' You shout, coffee still not in your system. You throw open the door, scaring the young man standing there with your bed head, ''What!?!'' You half shout, half grumble. ''D...Delivery F..for Miss.....(Y..y/n)'' The poor young man stutters. You shrug and sign the board, not seeing the giant box behind the young man, ''I'm sorry..'' You look at his name badge, ''Finny, I'm not a morning person'' He smiles so brightly you wince, as it almost burns, ''Its alright miss. I'll bring the package in!'' He says happily. You finally see the giant Box, ''HOLY SHIT! WTF IS THAT?!?!'' You shout. Finny smiles as the sets it down in your front room with ease, ''Its a gift from Dreams-R-us, miss. Have a nice day.'' As he says this, he disappears into thin air, all thats left behind is a note, 'Have fun~'. You rub your eyes and blink rapidly, ''Da Faq?'' you say to yourself. You walk towards the large box and see a logo....it looks like....no......ITS THE BBLOID LOGO! You pull the front of the box open and standing there is a perfect replica of your favorite demon butler.......Claude! Just kidding, its Sebby-Chan! You start to breath heavily, fangirling majorly, but calm down as you start to hum the theme turn of hetalia in your head. You reach into the box and grip the, pulling it out. You flip to the activation page,

'Hello, Congratulations on purchasing our Sebby-Loid! You are now the proud owner of your own Demon butler. To activate your butler, you have a choice of two things. Firstly, you can bake a perfect souffle and place it in front of him. The other (easier) option is placing cat ears on your head and meowing. Yes, we know this is humiliating, but its worth it. Sebby-chan comes with his own set of silverware, a cat plushie and black rose. (also a pair of black leather stripper boots....don't ask). Your Loid will perform any household task and prepare food for you.

Warning: Loid may develop feelings after living with new 'master' .Also, if this occurs, Sebby-Loid is very possessive and.....rough.'

You blush at the last word. You smile and run upstairs to fetch your neko ears from your last cosplay outfit. You instantly dismissed the thought of cooking a souffle as you can[t cook for shit. You plop the ears that match your hair colour onto your head, securing them into place before hopping down the stairs. As you stand in front of the loid, you blush, ''Why must i do this?'' You mumble, but before you can talk yourself out of it you let out a sound, ''Meow''

As you are pushed onto the sofa behind you by the weight of a male as he hugs you, cooing sweet things about kittens and how soft your ears are, you decide you should have bought a souffle. ''ok, get off you big lug!'' you shout, becoming uncomfortable as you were only wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt. The man gets off you slowly, ''I'm so very sorry mistress, its just you looked so cute'' responded the deep, silky voice of the handsome specimen in front of you. You look the loid up and down, blushing as you can clearly see the muscles outlined by his well made blazer and tightish trousers. He just smirks, ''Want me to turn around my lady?'' He asks, slightly teasingly. ''No! er....could you please......make breakfast? ''You ask, still not completely sure on how to react. He gives on of those fake ass, closed eye smiles and replies, ''Of course My lady'' he simply walks into your kitchen and starts cooking. you shrug and smile, 'This is gonna be fun' you think, but little did you know, Your loid was thinking the same thing.

XXXXXX Time skip brought to you by Grells FABULOUSNESS! XXXXXX

Three weeks. Three long, tiring weeks. No, not because you had to do anything, just because it was that damn hard resisting the urge to jump Sebastians bones! You sigh as he carries on rubbing your shoulders, as this had become a daily even after you complained about being sore from working all day. He smirks as he thinks some very unsavory thoughts about you. Yes, he was finding it just as hard not to pounce on you. You think for a moment they ask, ''Sebby, what do you think of me?'' he seems quite shocked by your question, ''Well, my lady, you are a amazing mistress'' he says in a slightly cautious voice. ''No, what do you think of me as a person? Honestly, Sebby'' You ask. ''Well my lady.'' He walks round to sit next to you, ''You are the most exquisite creature i have seen, inside and out. You sould is pure, yet has a underlying layer of beautiful sin- delicious. I have wanted you since the first moment i laid eyes on you, your face flushed and the ears on your head sticking out at an angle. i felt so proud knowing i had caused that look and, my lady, if i had my way, you would ONLY wear the ears'' he says, his eyes flashing that demonic red. You are breathless, your face red with embarrassment and excitement.

He smiles, a real smile, but with a hint of sadness, ''I'm sorry my lady, but i love you. I apologize again if the feelings are not recuperate.'' he stands and tries to walk away, only to be pulled back by you. You pull him forward and press your lips to his, showing how much you needed him, wanted him. He smirks and kisses back, biting quite hard on your bottom lip, drawing blood. You gasp and he takes the chance to explore your mouth, moaning into the kiss. He pulls back with a sinful smirk, your face flushed and your eyes lidded, ''I think we should find those ears'' he whispers into your ear, nibbling slightly. ''Come along, kitten. time for bed'' he picks you up and walks towards your stairs, ''Its not even 12 yet, far too early to sleep!'' you protest. ''Now, my lady. Whoever said anything about sleeping?'' He purred. Lets just say that you were the one truly purring that night.

Dream fulfillment: SUCCESS!

Chapter 2: Ciel-Loid

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As you sit surrounded by friends, all laughing and smiling, your (parent) brings out a cake, ''Happy birthday, (y/n)!'' your friends shout. You smile, but your eyes keep drifting to the large box in the corner of the room, wrapped in dark blue and black paper. Your (parent) laughs slightly, ''Cut the cake first, sweetie, then we can open your presents'' You smile happily at them and quickly dice up the cake, serving it to your friends. After everyone has eaten the cake, you sit down as people hand you present after present, You received a new manga, a beautiful new bark blue bag, and a.....wait. Whats the hell is this? Its....a manual? You read the cover. OH MY LORD (S)!! its for a BBLoid! You look at your (parent). They nod and point to the giant box. You run over to it and rip the paper off, the thoughts running through your head, 'Oh, what if its Sebastian?! or undertaker!!?? Oh please be him....my favorite.....' Just as you pulled the lid of the box off your dreams come true, 'Ciel'. You glop your (parent), ''Thank you, thank you, thank you!'' you shout, so happy. They just laugh and say that you should turn it on when everyone had left, as you don't want to scare him. You agree and carry on partying with your friends, laughing and smiling, but your eyes keep drifting to that box...

XXXXXX Brought to you by overeating on cake! XXXXXXXX

As you wave off the last of your guests, you quickly move back into your house, a gift from your family when you moved out. Its not the biggest or fanciest, but you love it. You move towards the box and grab the manual,

Greetings! We would like to thank you for owning our new BBLoid of Ciel Phantomhive! Now, to activate Ciel, you have a choice of two things, You can firstly get a letter form the queen (hey, we never said waking them up would be easy!) or, thankfully, you can simply say, ''Good morning young lord'' in a british accent. Ciel comes with his own eye patch, cain and phantomhive ring.

Warning! Ciel is use to having his own way, he is NOT a servant loid, he is a companion. Do not ask him to do anything below his station. Also, he, as well as all Loids, are able to develop feelings for the person they live/interact with.

You smile as you clear your throat, ''Good morning young lord''. You expect him to awaken and greet you with a 'Morni-' snore. Thats all you got, a snore and a grumble. You clear your throat again, ''Good morning young lord'' You say, between clenched teeth. Another snore, ''WAKE YOU YOU LAZY SOD!'' You shout. He jolts and falls out the box, ''Bloody hell. Who the hell woke me up like that?!'' he demands. he looks up at you, with your eyes sparkling in amusement and your lips and he blushes. You laugh quietly and stick your hand out, ''want help?'' you ask. He accepts and you pull him up, smiling, ''My names (y/n), and you're gonna live here from now on.'' He blushes and nods, quite out of character for the Ciel you know from anime/manga. You shrug and ask, ''wanna play chess?'' He gives a small smile, ''I have never been beaten.'' he warns, ''Losing will be a new experience for you then'' you tease, grabbing the old wooden chess board you had in the cupboard.

XXXXXXXtime skip brought to you by Prussia's awesomness! XXXXXXX

You had lost! Beaten by Ciel Phantomhive. Well, we all knew you would be, but you didn't expect this....

''A prize?!?! we NEVER spoke about a prize!'' You shout. he just shrugs, ''If you win, you get a prize. Those are the fundamental rules. '' you sigh, ''alright, what do you want?'' he just smirks and walks over to you. You look around in a what-you-looking-at way. He stands in front of you and leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You gasp and he licks your bottom lip teasingly, placing his hands on your shoulders. He moves away and smirks, ''Thats my prize'' You sit there, your mouth hanging open, your eyes wide and a WTF look on your face. You shake your head slightly and smirked, ''Wanna play again?''

Best.....Birthday...EVER!!!

Chapter 3: Undertaker-Loid

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You let out a loud laugh as you read over the letter, ''Dear Miss (Y/n), You have been chosen from our extensive list of candidates to participate in the testing of the new Reaper line of BBLoids. You may keep your BBLoid, we only wish to know if it has any bugs to it. You shall either receive Grell-loid, Undertaker-loid (UT-loid) or William T.loid. Before use, please read the manual and thank you for accepting the terms of this agreement. Have a pleasant, Miss Crazy, CEO of BBLoids manufacturer''

You shake your head in disbelief, even though the box containing your Reaper was standing right in front of you. You are giddy, wanting to know which of the Reapers you got. You giggle under your breath as you pull the lid off the box, exposing the long silver hair and black top hat of the one and only Undertaker! You quickly grab the manual and flip to the pages on waking him up,

'Hello~! now, to awaken your UT-Loid, you have the choice of two routes. Firstly, you can put a dead body in front of him and tell him to make it look beautiful (WE DO NOT CONDONE MURDER!) , the second option (the one we recommend), is to simply tell the loid a funny or corny joke. Undertaker-Loid comes with his own pink bookmark, an odd tea set and his own top hat. Warning: This loid can develop and almost stalkerish relationship with the owner, but his intentions are pure.....we think.....GOOD LUCK :D'

You think for a moment before coming up with the perfect joke! ''Why is there a gate around cemetery's?'' You ask. You wait a moment, ''Cause people are Dying to get in!'' You finish, only to be followed by the sound of loud shouts of laughter, ''Oh that was amazing!'' UT-Loid shouts. You laugh along with him. As you both calm down, you smile, ''Hello, Undertaker, My name is (Y/N), its nice to meet you.'' You stick your hand out and he shakes it up and down quite fast, making your entire arm move, ''It's a pleasure to meet you! Got anymore Jokes?'' He asks, his large grin plastered on his face, ''You and i are going to get along swimmingly'' you grin.

XXXXXXXX Time skip, brought to you by Flavio's Fabulousness! XXXXXXXX

As you both sit around a coffin shaped table that Undertaker had somehow acquired, drinking tea from his amazing tea set, you think upon the last two weeks, how fast it had gone, a blur of Jokes, smiles and on your part, love. Yes, you had fallen head over tailcoat for the insanely handsome Loid, From the tip of his odd hat to the bottom of his silver hair. You let out a short laugh at one of his jokes, but your mind still wanders, And Undertaker notices, ''(Y/n)? Are you with us?'' he asks, still smiling, ''Of course i am, Undertaker, I was just thinking....'' you mumble off. Undertakers face takes a curios tone, ''What about? '' he asks. You simply blush and shake your head, ''Never you mind, Undertaker'' You tease. He smiles and laughs slightly, ''Hey, Dearie, wanna play a riddle game?'' he asks. Now, this is quite odd, as Undertaker usually only likes jokes, but at the same time, it intrigues you. ''Alright, but whats the prize?'' He simple shows you his signature smile. ''If you can answer this riddle, you'll get a prize. If you cant, I get a prize'' he says cheerfully. ''Ok, My first is foremost legally, My second circles outwardly, My third leads all in victory, My fourth twice ends a nominee, My whole is this gate's only key. What am I?'' He asks, smiling. You look bewildered as you think, ''I have no idea. You win'' You sigh. He smirks, a quite frightening sigh, as he stands and leans over you, down to your ear, ''The answer is love'' He whispers, He leans down and kisses your neck, making you gasp, ''Oh, Dearie, this isn't my prize.'' He says in a husky voice. He picks you up, his hat falling off as he stands back up, giving you a perfect view of his amazing, bright eyes. He smirks as he see's how you react to them, your mouth parting slightly and your breath quickening. He starts to walk towards your bedroom and just as you reach your door he presses his lips to yours.

XXXXXXX Time skip, brought to you by the Sexiness known as Undertaker! XXXXXXXXXXX

''Hello, this is BBLoid manufactures, how may i help you?''

''Hi, This is (Y/N), You sent me a Loid to test, and i just wanted to tell ya, he has No faults what so ever.'' You say, your voice still husky and slightly breathless. Undertakers deep laugh can be heard from behind you, ''But, Love, I think I need more testing'' Well, you didn't get out of bed that day.....or the next.

Chapter 4: Grell-Loid

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As you sit on the sofa, sipping the warm chocolate drink happily, wearing the red and green stripped pj's you loved, you think of tomorrow, how you get to have the whole day to yourself as you live quite a while away from your other family. Even though you didn't really believe in Santa anymore, you still wanted to go to bed early, as it had been a long day and you were tired and, well better safe then sorry if Santa rocked up. So you finish your drink, stand from your soft seat and turn the lights off, walking to your bedroom and cocooning yourself in your quilt, drifting off into the land of sugarplum fairy's and hot reapers.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Time skip, brought to you by Santa! XXXXXXXXXXXX

As you awaken so does the little child inside your head. You jump out of bed and dash out your room, hoping to see something under the tree. As you enter your front room, you see everything the same as it was.....except, why the hell was there a giant box wrapped in red and gold paper standing against the wall? Your eyes widen and you basically teleport over to it you were so fast, grabbing the tag hanging off it. In the most beautiful, elegant writing you had ever seen, inscribed the words, ''Merry Christmas (Y/N). Its amazing what believing can do. xxx From Santa''

You blink twice and a giant smile spreads over your lips as you rip the paper off the box, sighing slightly as you have to rip such a nice colored paper, but the emotion is swiftly chased away as you see the logo of BBLoids. You gasp and jump slightly, surprised and ecstatic that you now own a Loid from your favorite show. But which character? The cute yet crazy ass Alois? Maybe the rational and calming William T.Spears, as long as its not that annoying Demon, Sebastian, you were fine. But it would be even better if it was the Amazing, red head known as Grell.

As you crack the box open, the red hair of the Fabulous reaper spills out. You take the manual, ''Hi, to turn it on, Tell him Bassy-Chan is naked or touch his Death Scythe (WARNING: this could result in injury.or death). Oh, also, He has a tendency to...obsess over someone. Good luck! ''

You laugh slightly over the last comment, not believing he could be that obsessive. You take a deep breath and take five steps back before saying, ''Oh my, Bassy's Naked!'' Quite loudly, not concerned that the neighbors would mind. You are quickly tackled into a death grip hug by the Red headed Reaper, ''Hello there~ Now, what did you say about my Bassy being Naked?'' A voice asked in a very low tone, causing shivers to run up and down your spine, ''Er...s..sorry, but that was the only way to w...wake you up'' You stutter, your face flushed and your heart beat increasing. He sighs, slightly disappointed, but after looking at you, with your disheveled hair and red face, he decided that you could be almost a cute as Bassy (If not more so). ''Oh well, I guess you aren't so bad'' He whispers. You push him off, pouting, ''This is gonna be a ....interesting Christmas'' you mumble.

XXXXXXX Time skip brought to you by Craziness, Call 666 666 for your Crazy pills today! XXXXXX

Boxing Day! One hole day is all it took for you to fall for the odd red head. Well, you always had a crush on him in the Anime, so its not surprising. It would be a match made in Heaven! if he only stopped talking about Bassy!!!! You sigh as you hear him nattering on about Bassy's 'beautiful' red eyes, his fabulous black hair and amazing blah, blah, blah. Blah blah blah-blah- blah blah! You groan and reach over, grabbing his shirt, cutting him off by pressing your lips to his. ''Shut up about Bassy!'' you shout after pulling back. His face is bright red and is that.....blood under his nose? His face breaks out into a huge smile, making you frown slightly, ''Oh, i'm so glad my plan worked'' Grell murmurs, pulling you close and kissing you roughly. He had been doing it on purpose to annoy you! Smart ass.....little.......all thoughts dispersed at this point as he bites and nibbles your neck. He He, you didn't leave the house til the next year! ;)

Chapter 5: William-Loid

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The box taunted you from the corner, demanding to be opened. It was a gift you had been given about two weeks ago and you know it must be one of those loids that everyone seems to be raving about. You've honestly never gotten into the loid fad that seems to be all the rage in the media and in the hallways on your high school (Roll with it). You let out a frustrated sigh as you stand and go over to the box, opening it wirth great reluctance. Oh! It seems that your parents had gotten something right. It's the newest and most updated version of the William-Loid! You take the small note thats placed on the impeccably dressed mans' chest. It seem's to be some type of instructions.

Hello, Valued Black Butloid owner.

You are now in possession of one of our latest and greatest loids, the Reaper William. T. Spears. Now, he is a very active loid, a loid who is very useful for sorting through paperwork or helping with the completion of homework. It's also a very good conversationalist for those with *Cough* Higher intellect. Now, your William-Loid comes with the following equiptment:

*A Black note book ((No, it's not the Death Note))

*A hedge trimmer

*His own glasses(Plus a spare pair)

*LIMITED EDITION ITEM! A small William Plush!

To awaken your loid, there is one of two things you must do. You may shout that Grell has touched a soul on the not to die list or you could

take his hedge trimmers ((WE DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS AS IT WILL PROBABLY END WITH TEARS. AND NOT HIS!))

We at the Black Butloid Company wish you and your loid a happy future.

You look over the list of things he comes with. You also decide, since you didn't really wish to be hurt, you shall go with the Grell option. You clear your throat and say in your loudest vice, "NO GRELL, HE'S NOT ON THE TO-DIE LIST!" Your loids eyes instantly open and scan the room, his amazing, almost glowing green eyes landing on you. "I assume you are my new "He clears his throat" Boss" He says with a slight hint of disdain. You simply nod you head and motion to the pile of work on your desk, "William, i need your assistance with this...hell. " A small smile graces his lips. "Of course, boss. " He stands, his large form towering over you as he walks to your desk and starts to work diligently. Your only thoughts being "This is kinda awesome" Oh how you would regret that...

*************************************Time skip brought to you by my magic************************************************

FOUR MOTHER RUSSIAN WEEKS! Thats how long it took for you to snap. He had been so...diligent but now, he wants you to work two, if not THREE times harder then he! You had tried, damn it you tried, but have you seen how much that snarky, handsome bastard works!? You groan and place your head against your desk, rubbing your temples a bit. You are so tired, you don't even realise that a certain Loid had approached you from behind. You jump slightly as a hand is placed on your shoulder. "(Y/N), I think it would be beneficial if you slept. You aren't working hard enough due to it." He says, only a small hint of compassion leaking into his words. You nod your head and stand, going and changing into your pj's. A pair of shorts/Trousers and a t-shirt. 'Brainy is sexy' Written across your breast. This caught a certain beloved loids eyes. Yes, over the last few weeks, you had fallen for the brainy (Yet someone too much so) Loid. You lie down and close you eyes, knowing that will wouldn't disturb you. "Did you know, a whales tongue equals the weight of a elephant?" Williams voice says in your dark room. You frown slightly, "Thats interesting..." You say lamely. Then, in the darkness, much to your embarrassment and amusement, the words "Girl, shall we figure out the torque of your mass on my rod?" You make a loud sputtering noise and turn you bedside lamp on to see a red faced and flustered Will sitting there, looking at you with wide eyes. "What?" You ask, still gasping for breath. "W-Well, i figured you thought smart was s-sexy..so i tried to be smart." He says, turning his head away. You chuckle and sit up, going over to him and sitting yourself in his lap, "Did you ever think, Brainy, the reason i like smart is because YOU are sexy?~" He sits there shocked before kissing you deeply, mumbling the loving words against your lips. "I-I suppose I love you..." You respond with a very sweet and elegant. "I love you too, slave driver~" You tease him.

Lets just say....he now knows the Mass of you on his rod ;)

Chapter 6: Pluto-Loid

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Ok, So to put it easily...you were very lonely. You lived in a large house all by your lonesome, as your parents had passed away a while back, leaving you everything a girl could ask for! Except true friends....

As you're sitting on you large sofa, some soft music playing around the room, you flick through a magazine. You suddenly stop at a certain page, looking at the advertisement. It was for a new type of Loid, A Pluto loid! It seem's he's a companion and guard of some sorts. You smile softly and call the number, ordering one to be delivered the next day.

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The next morning, you are awoken by a banging on your front door. You groan an roll out of bed, slumping down the stairs to the front door. You throw it open, scaring the delivery boy with your birds next of hair and your eyes ringed by dark circles. ''Yes, mortal?'' You say in a creepy voice to disturb the poor lad. He visibly shudders and shoves a large box into the door way. By the time you'd moved it into the house, he'd gone, the smell of burnt rubber and slight urine left behind. You chuckle slightly and push the box to the living room. As you open it, you gasp, smiling widely. Inside lays a slightly curled up Pluto, on his side, like a little doggy. You blush slightly, as he;s only clothed in a pair of bone covered boxers. You reach in and open the instructions.

'Greetings, From Black ButlerLoid Base! Thank you for buying our new Plutoloid, he's a very loving companion and will make a good friend. To awaken him, you have a choice of two options. Firstly, scratch his head and say good boy, or you can set London on fire....We recommend not to set London on Fire, for arsine is a crime and crimes are bad! Now, the New and amazing Pluto comes with a collar (For HIS USE...Kinky bastards), a bag of bones shaped cookies (Thanks to Undertaker) and a change of cloths. We hope you enjoy your new companion loid, Pluto...and please, PLEASE......D-Don't set London on fire. ''

You shake your head at this, chuckling. You hand reaches out slowly, lightly setting on his head. You scratch lightly, prepared to jump back if needed, ''G-Good boy! '' You exclaim, a smile of questionable realness on your lips. The Dog like demons eyes shoot open and his tongue lops out. He launches himself out of the box and onto you, lapping at your face, clad only in a pair of bone patterned boxers. You face bursts into colour as you shout, eyes wide, ''D-Down PLUTO!''. He obeys with a small whimper, moving off you to sit next to your sprawled out body, an almost smug smirk on his lips. Damn dog! You slowly rise yourself, drying slobber on your cheeks. He pouts subtlety as you wipe away the offending slobber, his scent on you weaker. For little did you know, Pluto had already marked you as his own. His (y/n). I'm so sorry dear, good luck.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Time skip brought to you by Author on her knee's, begging for forgiveness-XXXXXXXXXXXX

14 DATES, 3 LUNCHES AND 7 NUMBERS RUINED LATER, and you start to realise, Pluto doesn't like other men. Or at least, other men around YOU. You're sitting on your sofa, Pluto, clad only in his boxers once more, laying across you, so much so, you can almost hear a voice going 'Paint me like one of your French Girls'. You sigh as Pluto nuzzles into your under breast, mumbling some words that you'd taught him. He leans back, vivid eyes scanning your face...it's time! He leans back, drawing your attention.' (y/n),....I....Love....you. ' He finishes this gruff, deep voiced confession by leaning in and sloppily kissing your cheek. You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully. 'I love you too, boy!' You say, as a sister would say to a brother...or an owner to a pet...He growls, low and angry, hearing the type of love in your voice, the non romantic kind. He jumps on top you, growling in your face.''NO! I. Love. You!' He leans down, slamming your lips together in a rough, hard kiss. Your eyes widen and you return the kiss, your heart hammering. D-Damn...He smirks, like a man obsessed, a man in love...and he is . He's in love with you, His mate....His (y/n).

Lets just say, you learnt that Doggy style is the BEST style that night ;D

Chapter 7: Finny-Loid

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WHAT HAVE I DONE!? *Hides under Bed*

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You groan as you see your loved rose plant wilt under your hands. Damn it! The one thing you absolutely lack is the green thumb you crave to make your garden flourish. You look over to the single, alive plant in your large garden. A large, beautiful cherry tree. Your grandma planted it the day she married your grandfather. It's stood there through wind, sleet and shine. It's beautiful and has entwined it's roots around your heart. But you knew that...without help, it wouldn't survive the winter. You look down with tears in your eyes, standing and going back into the house. You grab the latest gardening magazine, flopping onto the sofa and flipping to the adds page. You scan the page then freeze, jolting up. There...a-a....Finny-Loid! For only....jeez! It's so cheep! But...it says there may be a little faulty..oh well! You quickly call the number, asking if he;s still free. They reply enthusiastically, saying it;s faulty because it doesn't have the same strength. It seems that the people who have Finny-Loids have him for the brute force....how shallow! You demand that it comes by the end of the day, much to their happiness. You give your address and they say it'll be delivered in an hour. You flop back down, smiling happily. You'd always been a fan of Black Butler, but never had the money or reason to buy a loid. Now...''AHhhh"' You scream softly, rolling on the sofa, back and forth, giggling.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Time skip brought to you by Author giving two updates!- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

A knock at your door draws you from your thoughts about an hour later. You smile softly, hiding your excitement as you go to the door, the money held in your hand. A box is shoved at you, the money snatched, a hurried sound of doors slamming and an engine revving. Cheeky Bastards! You drag the box in, laying it down on the front room carpet. You slowly open it, gasping at the seemingly sleeping Finny-Loid inside. You softly sweet the golden hair from his head, eyes wide and cheeks red...Wow....

''Dear Loid owner, We would like to offer you two ways to awaken out new, limited edition, not overpowered Finny. You can either read him the entire book of his name sake ((This takes a LONG TIME!)) Or, you can kiss his cheek, causing him to blush and most probably hug you tightly. We recommend this option, as it's less time consuming ((And more cute!~)). Finny comes with his own set of red hair clips, his own garden gloves and a limited edition small bird plush! We hope you're pleased with your Gardening Friend and helper!''.

Your smile is bright as you lean down, slowly pressing your lips to the flesh like cheek of the sleeping Gardener. His eyes open slowly, showing a bright, vibrant pair of eyes, focused on you, his cheeks staining a light pink, the pink of young love. His lips quirk into a shy smile and his voice mumbles, ''H-Hello, M-Miss! I-I'm Finny!''. He slowly sits up, his hands coming to take yours. ''T-Thank you for purchasing me! I-I hope I can help you with your Garden!'', You can't help the deep stain of red that overtakes your cheeks as you smile brightly, pulling him out to the garden, a frown over taking your features as he looks around the sad, almost dead garden, ''I-I think I need your help, Finny....'' You mumble, looking down shyly. He quickly leans over, his lips brushing your cheek, ''I'd love to help such a pretty miss! '' He quickly dons his gardening gloves and gets to work...and you feel your heart thump in your chest.

XXXXXxxxx-Time skip brought to you by a terrible, dirty finishing line for this Cinnamon roll!-xxxxxXXXXXX

It was the midst of spring, you and Finny sitting beneath a blooming cherry tree, the cherries hanging ripe and heavy, ready to be eaten. Your garden is bursting with life, butterfly's fluttering from flower to flower, bee's pollinating and you....snuggled into Finny's side. Slowly, you'd drawn closer and closer, so close that you're basically a couple...basically. Yet the words had never been said, Kisses never exchanged...But today is different. It's been near three months since he came and...you love him. So much, your eyes can't help but be drawn to him, simply to catch that secret smile, those bright eyes, that little dimple that only appears when you speak...''Finny...I-I....I love you'' ...You say softly, your voice carrying around the garden, the butterflies and Bee's wings seeming to beat in time to your heart. Finny looks down to you, smiling sweetly, leaning down to kiss you lightly, lips brushing against yours with respect and sweetness, ''I love you, (y/n)....I love you...''He spoke softly, voice filled with love, his innocent eyes slowly darkening as he deepens the kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks to draw you closer. You respond in kind, your hands tangling in the front of his shirt. He slowly picks you up, the picnic long forgotten. You slowly draw back, Finny smirking as he reached up, grabbing a small due of ripe cherry's, biting the stem between his teeth, ''I may not be able to tie the stem with my tongue, but I sure as hell can take your cherry~ ''This sweet young man whispers, his voice husky and deep, the sound sending vibrations through you.

That night, he did take your cherry, and he proved, he can do a damn lot with his tongue!

Chapter 8: Snake-Loid

Notes:

SMUT! MUCH SMUT!

Chapter Text

Your hands following the snakes movements, slowly moving from one hand to another. You smile softly as your light green snake, Aptly named Winchester for it's almost shot gun nature and love for pies. And by love for pies, I mean, those fresh pies you put on the side from the shop? Yeah, he eats them then curls himself in the tin. And he'll never share his pie, for it's his pie, not your pie. Well, moving on. You place him down into his always open enclosure, trusting him to not escape or to run away, as you'd raised Winchester from a small worm sized snake, you're more of a mother than his biological one. You sigh softly as he runs his flickering tongue over your hand in a kiss like gesture. You move to sit on your large, sprawling sofa, reclining back and closing your eyes, a small chuckle vibrating from your chest as your feel your snake slither up your body, settling on your chest, curling up and sleeping. He has the mentality of a puppy. You lift the magazine you were going to read above your head, glancing through it with mild interest, trying not to disturb Winchester. You suddenly gasps, causing your snake to jump and look at you with wide, snake slit eyes. There, on the page, is a promotion for the new Snake-Loid! If you're able to text at a certain time, you'd be the first to receive one. You look at the time and frown deeply. You had to text 666-666-666 at exactly 13 minutes past 2 in the morning. Damn, that an obscure time! But you swear, you'll be awake tonight to text that number. You even key in the number and a short message. You sit, watching the tv, phone in hand...and....you....fall....asleep!

XXXxxxxXXXXX-Time Skip Brought to you By Being a Snakes Adopted Mama!-XXXXXxxxxxXXXXX

You jolt awake, eyes wide. You'd just had a nightmare, almost Alice in Wonderland style. Very odd....You glance to the wall and let out a small cry. Shit! It's half past Two! You grab your phone and look at the text message that hadn't....wait...i-it was sent? You frown, your brain still sleep addled. You glance to the small snake beside you. He almost smiles proudly. H-He'd...Pressed the send Button!? You scoop him up , kissing the top of his head, ''I love you, Winchester!'' You exclaim, giggling as his soft tongue flicks at your cheek. You place him down, not expecting to win that competition but still happy that your dear friend was able to save your dreams. Ok, that sounds a little exaggerated but in all honesty, you love Snake from Black Butler.

Before you can even think of anything else, a knock sounds at the door...wow, did they really get here THAT fast?! You almost fly to the door, throwing it open....a box on your front step. A large, human sized box, wrapped in a lovely golden wrapping paper, fitting to the Christmas feeling within your chest. You can't help the gasp that escapes you as you drag the box into the front room decorated in muted greens and soft browns. As you get it to your very festive, warm front room, you quickly shed the paper, not one to save such niceties for Christmas. Opening the box, your given the sight of a half naked, pale torso, your eyes running over the Companion inside. You grab the instruction manual, almost vibrating with excitement. The message inside is as follows:

Happy Festive Seasons to you, The Winner of our Prize Lotto!

Congratulations! You've won our new, limited edition Snake-Loid! He comes with an array of skills, Including Understanding snakes, the care of snakes, the love of snakes and the ability to act like, you guessed it, a SNAKE! Please note, if you don't like snakes....well...you chose the wrong Loid! To awaken your companion of a scaled kind, either have a snake sit upon his chest, make the sound of a snake or wear something snake skin. We do not recommend this last option unless you wish to start a war. Warning! Our Snake-Loid is one of the first to Experience a new update! It's the Lover V.1.0.1. With this update, that WILL be given to all current Loids (Eventually) and future ones, you shall be able to copulate with your Loid. Though many of our Loid lean towards the perverted side, No Does mean No. Our Loids know this. From all of us here at Black Butler Loid, Have a happy Christmas and may all your nights be....Merry and Joyful~

Your cheeks now resemble the red baubles you have hanging from your tree. You quickly close the manual, intent on having your Loid sleep while you contemplate this new....revelation, only to glance and find that Snakes eyes are...well...staring intently, not unlike a snakes do. And there, perched upon his chest....is the little traitor bastard who's not getting and gourmet mice, WINCHESTER! He slithers off Snakes chest and, with a flicker of his tongue, slithers to his enclosure and curls up under a hallow bark, not planning to return. As you are silently cursing your once best friend, the man still in the box stands slowly , ''I'm tired, I'll leave you two be.....'' A rough voice escapes from Snake, ''I hope to see some small ones soon, ''The same voice says, ''I must say...your snake is....interesting. ''A more elegant, refined tone escapes from Snake. He'd been translating Winchesters last hiss....well....WAIT! LITTLE ONES.

XXXXXX I'M BACK BITCHES! AND I BROUGHT SMUT! XXXXXXXXXX

Snakes are interesting creatures. They seek warmth when they're cold....which probably explains the almost naked pressed to your back, the arms around your waist and the face nuzzling into the back of your neck. This had been occurring for nigh on ....oh, five weeks. After the first few times, which brought with them the puppy eyes and the dejected looks, you let him do as he wishes. But this....state of Dress...or should I say Undress is new. Lightly biting your lip, you wriggle slightly, ''Snake..''You two had gotten close....and have shared a few kisses...some 'accidentally' others happened when you have that bright smile on your lips as you play with Winchester, the kisses partly fuelled by love and partly jealously. Snake groans, opening his eyes slowly, ''...Mmmm...''He moans, pressing his hips against your arse, now letting you feel his arousal pressed against you. A gasp escapes you, eyes widening, ''S-Snake!'' You gasp, feeling your own arousal spike, his hands moving from around your waist to your night dress's hem, slipping his hands under, ''Say....Yesss~''He hiss's softly, peppering kisses on your neck and shoulder. I shiver runs up your spine and the word escapes you, ''Yes..'' is your breathless reply. He wastes no time, his hands Snaking their way between your legs, parting your thighs to feel how wet you are, how ready you are. Snake lets out a rough chuckle, the type of sound that belongs in porn or in a really erotic chocolate advert. You reach back, feeling the waist band of his boxers and teasingly pulling them down slightly just to let them fall back into place. After a few moments of this teasing, Snake can't take it anymore. He rolls you over, showing down his boxers and he has you sitting on his lap, him sitting against your headboard. He looks up at you, eyes almost glowing as he rocks against you, ''I need you...'' A faint red dusts his cheeks as his confession escapes him, ''I love you...'' Your heart melts within your chest as you cup his cheek, a soft moan escaping him as he leans into you, ''I love you too, Snake...I love you so much...''You quickly remove your night dress, his hands moving to cup your breasts, fingers gently playing with your nipples as you lean up, moving him and yourself til you're able to sink down onto him, your head tilting back as you whimper, Snake stretching you. He starts to buck his hips, rocking up into you with each subtle move you make, one hand on your ass, the other on your breast. His starts to move faster, your own breath coming out in pants and whimpers as he pushes you to your climax, falling over the edge with you, feeling him fill you as he bites into your shoulder, a clear hickey and bite mark there, his sharper than normal teeth stinging but not making you cry, the sensation actually prolonging your climax. As you both come down from your highs, your head on his chest, his arms around your waist, you hear a soft hiss and Snake chuckles weakly, ''G-Guess Winchester will be seeing some Little Ones soon, my Lovely..''With a final kiss to your brow, you drift to sleep, happy, content and ...well...Fucking Satisfied.

#black butler fanfiction

[animeyanderelover]

This one wanted to be kept anonymous and what is asked shall be done.

Request: Can you please do Prompt 72 for Claude Faustus?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, overprotectiveness, kidnapping, sabotage, manipulation, teasing

Prompt 72: “Do you want your underwear back?”

You hated approaching that man, you hated being with him, no matter how hard he might try to change your mind. Being stuck with someone who wasn't even a human was really everything, but pleasant. Being completely isolated in a cottage you weren't allowed to leave was unpleasant. And the trues cherry on top of everything was his personality, rge unbelievable confidence he seemed to have in himself that he would get you to love him and all the teasing and provoking just to get his sadistic fun out of it.

His methods were rather simple, but smart and effective nevertheless. Whenever you were ignoring him, he did something to leave you with no choice but to seek for him. As much as you hated admitting it, he was the one who took care of you, meaning that without him you wouldn't be provided with the basic needs a human needed daily for living. Because you knew from previous experiences that as much as he chose to be lenient, Claude got quickly annoyed and was ready to punish you when you made him snap which didn't end always well. It wasn't like he hurt you physically, but he very much always showed you that he was the one in power and the one you would have to rely on for everything. Clearing this up hurt your pride more than anything else and you just knew that he wanted to embarrass you by having you admitting it.

Making you come to him, having you pleading him to help you had to be the most shameful for you to do, having to do what he wanted just so you would also get what you wanted. It wasn't good for your own self-esteem and knowing Claude, he did everything on purpose so this would happen. Your guess was to feed his ego a bit by knowing that you had to come to him when you needed help.

He probably intended to push you into developing Stockholm syndrome and forcing you to think that he was all you needed, you had figured out that his kind seemed to be more possessive over persons they had chosen as their "mates".

If you remembered right one of your friends had once told you that it was her dark fantasy to have someone going after her who would be ready to kill for her, everyone seemed to like this thought of having someone loving them who would do anything for the person of desire. And back then you might have even wanted the same, but now you could have beaten your ounger self up for thinking about this. People only knew better after having witnessed certain things, same counting for you. You were alone, helpless, left at the mercy of your captor.

You were in no condition to look in those golden eyes, not wanting to see the same amused and pleased look from all of this. No, absolutely not. But even without looking up, you felt those eyes sliding over your body, causing goosebumps to start coverin your whole body and your face to burn up, knowing what would await you in your nearest future.

It was all his fault, he had done it once again on purpose, you knew it had to be true. Why else would his eyes linger a bit longer on the place between your legs that currently was at it's most vulnerable, unprotected which added a new kind of shame to all of this? He must have done it, there was no other explanation.

"You seem to feel tonight a bit more bold than usual, don't you think so?", he asked, the slight amusement in his voice all too audible which had you boiling even more. How much you would have died to just smash him in his face to feel satisfaction. But it would only be for a few seconds before you might agitate Claude and making him angry was not a good idea, not in the least bit. Especially now that you were left so exposed.

"Claude...Where is my underwear?", you pressed out, eyes still trained on the wooden floor under your feet, not a single scratch or trace of dust on it. That you had to give Claude, he made sure that the house always stayed in top shape. What had he said once before? A pretty house for his pretty made? Something in that direction.

Black and polished shoes entered your vision, the sudden closeness causing your skin to crawl and make you stumble frightened a few feet back, not having sensed his fast approach. A short huff of air was heard from him, sounding like he was a bit annoyed and yet entertained by this small act of yours, making you bite angrily your tongue. Making yourself look like a fool wasn't what you planned on doing whilst being with him. It gave him only more stuff to irritate you with.

"(y/n)...I thought we already talked about this. You have to look someone in the eyes when you want something from them. Otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to help you and you know I will gladly do anything for you if you would just let me. If you just wouldn't be that incorrigible."

Ah yes, that shit again. Your manners and the tantrums you sometimes threw about the situations you were stuck in, the disapproving looks from Claude whenever you acted out of the place, the constant lecturing that came afterwards. He really came in such scenarios over as a butler who wanted to make sure that others were behaving like they should be and scolding them if they didn't. It put you always down whenever he pointed those things out, you knew you weren't perfect and him rubbing it constantly under your nose wasn't helpful. It led you to such moments where you just felt like you were under average, reaching your lower points.

It was no reason to give up nor was it an excuse to stop fighting, especially since the butler planned on making you feel that way, to slowly break you. Still, he was currently the only person you were able to see, meaning there was no one to cheer you up, no one to tell you otherwise. You were all on your own with the only source of comfort being the golden-eyed man. And there were those times where you questioned if giving up your pride was the better and less painful option and indeed just giving in would make your life easier. The moments where you became all too aware of the one and only fact. That a human wouldn't be able to beat a demon, at least not a human like you.

This was one of those moments where you felt like a fly trapped in the web of the spider and where the only option was pleading and hoping he would choose to be lenient with you. "Just standing there and not saying anything won't help you nor can I help you when you are like this. If you don't have anything to say, please go back to bed. It's pretty late and I have to leave tomorrow morning early to work in the manor of my master."

He didn't sound happy whilst saying it, you knew that he didn't really like how his master was constantly bossing him around and on some days he complained for a few seconds about what a brat that boy really was, even more when because of him Claude had to be kept busy which meant leaving you longer alone.

You were stuck in denial, not thinking it would be good to do as he said. Not letting having it the way he wanted it to go was important for your own sanity, to prevent you from getting caught in his trap and grow over time too dependent on him. But you also could estimate what would happen afterwards. He would take something else from you away to push you into having to ask him once again and he would continue this for as long as he had the patience. That meant for you more and more embarrassment and hurt. Was that what you wanted? Or should you just go with the easy option to keep the damage as small as possible and live with this scratch on your pride?

You heard his footsteps slowly fading more and more away from you telling you that he was leaving you in your frozen state behind. Why wouldn't he? He had the time and the power to do so. Claude knew that the one way or another you would have to come to him and it was what allowed him to have confidence. This luxury was sadly only open for him whilst you were only allowed to live a good life for as long as he was pleased with how you acted. It was cruelly unfair, but you knew that this was how life was. The one in power and the one at the bottom.

"Wait.", you called faintly after him, making him stop, golden eyes being met with yours, the look in them being comparible with being tired and done with something. You looked leached out, your pride already having taking so many blows before and every time it became harder to fix the damage and pain he put you through like this. Maybe there would come a time where you would have to give up indeed, you doubted that anyone would be able to stay strong whilst suffering from this. But maybe you were wrong and there were people out there who would be able to stand their ground. And maybe you just weren't this person.

"Claude...My underwear.", you slowly muttered out, forcing your gaze to not waver too much and stay on him, knowing you would have to repeat it again if you would look away. And that would mean more poison for you to swallow.

"Do you want your underwear back?", he asked with a silk-like voice, smoothly walking with a few huge steps over to you to take a better look at your current state. How wonderful, he felt extremely satisfied in that one moment. You were slowly being stripped off your stubborness to accept him, instead starting to to him when you needed something. Just two months ago you wouldn't have even thought in your wildest dreams to ask him for help. It just told him that you were slowly breaking, were getting exhausted from all of this.

"Yes. Please.", you said in a more quiet voice, now that he was being so close to you again you felt your gaze shifting somewhere completely else, still not being able to shake the drilling look of him off. Hopefully he wouldn't force you to ask him once again.

"See? This wasn't as hard after all wasn't it?" His voice was laced with a certain sweetness in it, leaving you with a bitter stinging in your heart. That was not true at all. You had just now sacrificed a part of your own confidence. Not like he would care. And not like you would tell him that. You didn't feel in the mood to do so and now it would be dangerous to do so, whilst you felt so incredibly small and helpless. It would be too easy for him to get in your head.

Instead of answering you let out a noise akin to a gentle hum, making yourself a bit smaller, feeling a bit intimidated by the way he was towering over you. Claude seemed to take notice of this and to your surprise he was suddenly kneeling in front of you, although you had almost bet he would push your buttons a bit more right now. But maybe he didn't feel in the mood to be that way, not after you had for the first time ever finally broken a bit in front of him.

With his own face suddenly so close to his, you had no other place to avoid those golden eyes, scanning slowly over your embarrassed and ashamed expression. "You don't have to be scared of me. You know that I wouldn't hurt you. I'm not lowlife like other creatures you might have met."

"Then why do you do this to me?", you stuttered out, by now feeling your eyes tearing up. "Because I only want the best for you. I know how to treat you good, better than anyone else. And all I try to do is helping you to realize this. It would make life easier for you too. I just want you to trust me."

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere claude #yandere claude faustus

[emblemxeno]

If you had to name a few (in your opinion) tiring takes in 3H for your faves, what would some of them be?

Centrist/Status Quo Dimitri will always pop in my mind, since apparently thinking "hey maybe don't start a war that'll inevitably hurt more than whoever you're warring against" means you want to uphold the same harmful systems.

Claude hates Rhea / would work with Ladlegard over the church and/or Dimitri is another take I've seen, and not only is it not true (cause Claude literally works with the church over Ladle in like, every route besides CF) it just shows that people didn't play Verdant Wind all the way through. People will continue to post the support up Claude gets when you insinuate that he'd be happy if Rhea was dead, but that was, y'know. Before he learned why she does what she does.

Honorary Eagle Lysithea, because let's be honest here. Just because a character has a support with a different house leader/route exclusive character, doesn't really mean they're an honorary member of that class. I can somewhat get it with the Ashen Wolves and Cyril, but would Ingrid and Annie really be honorary Deer, for example? Not to mention that Lysithea literally fucking hates the empire for what it did to her family, sooo. For me, her being an honorary Black Eagle feels extremely ignorant of her character.

"Characters are only queer if they S support same-gender Byleth" is a take I don't like much. I don't fuss over it often, cuz let's be real. Having a queer S support does do wonders for the amount of queer fic and praise among the FE community, and it has to lead to more overtly queer characters as the games have gone on. But I can't look at stuff like Shamir/Catherine for example and see anything other than Sapphic greatness, and neither of them having a F!Byleth S rank doesn't change that for me.

"Save Dedue from the Lions/Dimitri" for reasons I've talked about before. Ah yes, let's save him from the only person who's ever treated him like an equal human being, worthy of love and respect. That's fantastic. /s

Same with "X character who's not recruitable on CF should've been able to join Ladle", but especially with Flayn and Seteth. Like, if one were to claim that they played all routes and still think Flayn and Seteth should've abandoned Rhea for Byleth and Ladle, I would laugh at them.

"Yuri is what Claude should've been" has been getting on my nerves recently because it reminds me of the same shit with Camilla and every busty female after her, mostly with Sonya, Dorothea, and Manuela. No, X characters shouldn't have to have been like Y character, just say you prefer Y over X instead.

#queue #fire emblem discourse #edelgardiscourse

[kiss4kazu]

ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks 

felix <3 

whew, okay. sweats. um 

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining. 

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz. 

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess. 

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion. 

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick. 

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard 

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.  

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that. 

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you. 

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that. 

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will. 

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona. 

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth. 

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god 

claude ! 

whew lord. 

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3 

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further. 

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery 

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg. 

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you 

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him. 

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much 

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles 

but he is human and despite how much of  a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it 

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual 

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey 

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc. 

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge. 

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d  get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest. 

i love him bye

dima 

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know 

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas 

 he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you 

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day. 

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying 

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao 

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out 

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving 

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO 

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god 

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Futile Devices — Chapter 5

A Javier Peña/Call Me By Your Name AU

gif by @pascalplease

Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: Everything has changed since your father’s book with Javier was rejected, just as you and Javier were getting close.

Warnings: SMUT — age gap (reader is of age), inexperienced!reader themes, gagging, praise (use of “little girl”), vocal Javi, squirting. Angst. 18+

Masterlist | Chapter 4

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Vita Murphy was born on April 9th 1963 in Milan, Italy to American architects Connie and Steve Murphy, who met your mother by chance one afternoon at a market in town. Taking a liking to Connie, Daisy invited her and her husband to one of their legendary parties. Your mother and father loved to entertain and invite interesting people into their home for cocktails and Daisy's delicious cooking. Your parents celebrated every holiday, birthday, or life event they could think of, any excuse to dress up, string lights through the fruit trees in the back yard and drink in excess to your father's extensive record collection. As a child, you missed most of the parties, having been put to bed just as they were taking off, but when Connie and Steve arrived to your mother's 35th birthday after meeting in the market, and saw you sitting alone at your piano, Connie knew that next time she would bring her daughter.

Even at 13 you felt the pull that Vita had. You watched as she floated around your home, seeming even more comfortable in it than you were, stealing sips of wine and hors d'oeuvres before noticing you and asking if you had ever had your tarot cards read.

"It's my favourite game." You spat out nervously unaware.

Vita just smiled with a nod, "Yeah. Mine, too."

And from then on, you were inseparable.

"She didn't cry, she sang!" Connie always said about her daughter's birth. "It was the happiest day of my life."

Made in her mother's stunning image, Vita had the most incredible large eyes and long blonde hair she cut only once a year. Connie knew at a young age that her daughter was special, as a believer in the universe and the infinite lives a person could have, she knew her daughter was an old soul put on Earth to love and protect the new souls, the tired souls, those who were born somewhere and didn't know why they were born there. She knew it would be quite the burden for one girl, but she saw it quickly in her daughter that it was what she was meant to do. A healer, a listener, someone who understood what many feared no one ever could. Vita attracted those who needed her, and in that, unfortunately led to a large turnover in friendships. Vita was used to strong, short bursts of complete female unity, where she loved you undyingly and provided the support that you needed to pass through a difficult period of your life. But not with you, there was no passing through with you. Not even during your extended stays in the United States or even now that you are gone most of the year in college, could your friendship be weakened.

"It's because you were siblings!" Connie exclaimed in a tipsy state on a summer night long ago. "In another life."

"Do you think?" Vita asked, turning to you.

You believed in Vita and her mother's cosmic knowing, and relied on it more than you were willing to admit. "Of course."

"You were brother and sister." Connie said before taking a sip of her wine, and going quiet.

She always goes quiet — one moment she will tell you how your whole life is going to be and the next, just as she's about to get into the details, she switches off without any explanation, claiming she "doesn't really know this stuff, anyway."

It always makes Vita roll her eyes, because she knows that's not the case for she is just like her mother. Vita saw everything and found people she couldn't read extremely frustrating. Vita has this otherworldly understanding of people and a patience unmatched by anyone you have ever met. She knows how devastating it can be to be seen, but how crucial in life it is to not only be understood, but accepted. Vita also knew how often you spent up in your head, in your make believe world where nothing could hurt you. How your lust for life was so consuming it left you unable to move, too afraid to start because it always felt like you were doing it on your own. Your best friend once told you with tears in her eyes that she wished she knew what planet you were from so you would have the peace of mind that you weren’t completely alone, and you thanked her because sometimes that is enough.

Vita is the human embodiment of home.

So why can't you tell her what is going on? Why does your throat close up every time you want to talk about Javier in any capacity? Why does your throat close up when you think about Javier at all? A part of you wants to run barefoot straight to Vita’s house and up to her room, beg her to help you understand your own emotions. Why are you so enamored by a man who always makes it so hard to breathe? How he manages to make you so hyper aware of your movements, yet he isn't even looking at you. How he's never there when you want him but you would drop everything to be close to him once more. You would drop everything just to be what he wanted again and it makes you sick to your stomach. It's like watching yourself at 15 all over again, when you believed the most important thing you could be was desired. Hell is the mind of a fifteen year old girl, and you thought those days were gone forever.

The tension in the house doesn't make it any easier. You and Daisy tiptoeing around your father and house guest. The quiet meals, that used to be your favourite parts of the day now leave you cold even in the relentless summer sun. You spend most of the time, sitting across from Javier, staring at him. Waiting for him to look at you so you can ask him what's wrong with your eyes. To let him know that he can come to you, that you want him to. But he never does.

Christian and Javier lock themselves away in the library most days and your mother tells you they still haven't come up with anything new. You're startled every night when you're woken by their raised voices traveling through the halls and you hold your breath until you hear their roaring laughter and you know they must be drunk.

You don't see Javier much these days, but you don't see anyone for that matter. Resorting to lazy floats in the pool by yourself or reading alone in the cool living room to escape the heat. It feels as though, if you can't be around Javier you can’t be around anyone at all and sometimes you can make that make sense but most of the time you ignore the irritating notion that you may really be going crazy.

But what was supposed to happen? Javier would fuck you and realize right then and there he couldn’t live without you? It’s so embarrassing because it’s true. You can't talk to Vita because you're embarrassed to admit you wanted to be more and tonight after another lonely dinner where you might as well have been eating alone — you dumped your dishes in the sink and slipped out to the back gardens for your abandoned childhood swing set. And you finally cried.

“Fuck!” You scream up at the sky and you kick your legs back.

As you create your momentum, swinging back and forth you can’t help but succumb to your own erratic emotions and you wonder why it has to be this way. Why can’t you just be happy with what you have? Why must you always need more? Why is it so goddamn exhausting to keep yourself neutral? You’ve never felt sad, only despair. Never angry, only full of rage. You’ve never been embarrassed, you only know humiliation. And you hate to think this way because you always search for your brain for a time you were truly happy, but you always come up empty.

Something is always missing. Something is always missing and you’re always alone but you can’t even be upset because you do it to yourself.

It feels like you’re taking the world on by yourself simply because you are. Because you feel like you need to, this is your burden and yours only. You must suffer to be rewarded for one day you will be able to walk in the sun and be alright.

But to what end? When will you be rewarded?

You want it to be Javier. Just being close to him feels like the reward. The energy you feel just sitting next to him, those eyes you want to swim in, the perfect angle of his nose and the voice that drips from his lips. It must be him, but he won’t even talk to you.

You spend the evening locked in this thought, the concept of the reward — you can convince yourself it isn't real but your heart aches for it knows it is the truth. Which is why Javier is so difficult. He is the one and it makes you dizzy with excitement, but you’re not sure if you can trust it. There is this pull of doubt at the corners of every thought because he still doesn’t know you. Though he could. If he just said the word, you’d spill every story, every thought, every idea you’ve ever had. How you long for more. More life. More love. More sex. More understanding. To truly be alive, not just living. Who could understand that better then him?

——

You like the way the cold ground feels under your bare feet as you walk back up to the house in the darkness. You feel lighter, now that you’ve cried and the house that sits quiet and empty is suddenly comforting. This is your life, your home. Javier is just a tourist and he should be so lucky to exist in the same space as you. But maybe this is you just channeling arrogance as to not be so sad, focusing on what he’s missing instead of your desperate need for him to actually see it.

“Claude?” You hear from the living room at the first creak of the wooden stairs.

You tiptoe through the corridor and into the living room to find Javier taming his fluffy hair with a yawn. Your jaw tightens.

“I’ve been waiting for you. I fell asleep.” He says and you just stand there, crossing your arms over your light blue summer dress. “Can you come sit?”

Shit.

“I don’t know Javi, I’m tired.” You shrug.

“Look, I just want to apologize.” He says, standing up and turning toward you, “We had sex and I haven’t spoken to you since and that’s fucked up. I’m sorry.”

Your eyes widen, but he doesn’t see because he looks down like he’s ashamed. You believe him. Gliding across the living room, you watch him in his usual ensemble — tight black t-shirt, soft cotton pants and his thick black framed glasses, and sit back down with him, on your side.

“It’s just everything with this book, I’ve never felt this kind of anxiety.” He says, his eyes cast down, resting his head on his fist propped up by the top of the couch.

You nod for you understand, but it hurt. “You didn’t even look at me this week.”

“I know.” He sighs, “I know, but I really am sorry. Please believe me when I say I’ve missed you.”

You look up at him, biting your cheek to contain your excitement.

“I miss you even while we live in the same house.” He says, looking away. His hand fidgets against his knee. “If you’re not at breakfast, or you spend your day here, reading in the living— I miss you when you aren’t around me.”

You wish there was a way to burn these words into your brain so you could have them at any time, to hear his voice say these things to you. This validation that he has felt the same after these long, horrible days of practically ignoring each other.

Bringing your hand to his cheek, you turn Javier’s gaze back to you, and study him as you feel the fine hairs of his beard under your fingertips. He looks tired, even behind his glasses you can see the deep longing for rest in his eyes. You don’t think he’s used to rejection either.

Javier leans into your touch with a soft hum and you could almost lose your breath from the tenderness. You want to hold him, bury your nose in his hair and tell him to rest with you. Just laying together, his big body between your legs and head on your stomach, until the inevitable rising of the sun. You can hardly bring yourself to imagine how beautiful Javi must look by the light of the morning.

“Come here.” You whisper, though it’s barely audible, as you rise up on your knees so you are flush against his side, looking down at him. Before you kiss him, Javier kisses you, and your hand floats down from his cheek to wrap your arms around his glorious neck.

Javi wastes no time, his one big hand dragging up your spine to squeeze the back of your neck, holding your against him. And with the other, letting his thick fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass. You can feel the desperation in his skin, and you want all of it, this exquisite juxtaposition of feeling both safe in his arms but that he could also crush you with his desire.

What was life before this? Before Javier’s thick moans into your mouth, his heavy wet finger tips tracing. He takes up all the air in the room and you don’t stop him. He is everything.

You break off the kiss for a moment and remove his glasses. “I missed you too.”

“I’ve only touched you once, but I have spent every day thinking about you. Kissing you. Having you.” He says, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “It’s all I’ve wanted, every day.”

“Why didn’t you tell me.” You ask, and you can’t help the confused look on your face but Javier doesn’t respond. You search his face anyway longing for something heartfelt, like he was locked up in his head, consumed by his feelings for you, like you were. Instead, he kisses you again. Swallowing any upsetting feeling you’ve had since you’ve touched him last.

Kissing Javier is a soft pleasure all in its own, but you want more. More skin. More contact. To ache around him again. To show him how much you truly missed him.

“Let me take care of you.” You whisper, your palm trailing flat down the man’s chest. You get lower and lower, kissing along the beautiful exposed skin of his neck, dragging your hand down the soft black fabric until you reach the drawstring of Javi’s pants.

“Are you sure?” He asks, and you feel his body stiffen as he looks around.

You nod, pushing your legs out from underneath you so you’re laying flat on the couch, your face practically in his lap. “Just relax.”

Javier lets all the air escape from his chest as you pull on the pants and he lifts his hips so you can get them down his thighs.

He watches you with heavy eyes, his mouth falling open as you kiss up the underside of his length, hardening under your lips. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you rest your head on Javier’s lower abdomen lazily, feeling him grow even more in your hand as you stroke him.

“Shit..” He says through his teeth, smoothing your hair back out of your face for you.

You continue to take your time teasing him. Humming in delight as Javier can barely contain himself, thrusting up into your hand shamelessly. He keeps his eyes closed, hands in your hair and you can feel the relief radiating from him. He was desperate for touch.

“Oh, Javi.” You coo, as his head falls back on to the couch, fucking up into your hand and you swear you can hear him whimper. This feeling of power over Javier is absolutely intoxicating, to feel so disconnected from him all week then to have him almost pathetically trying to relieve himself with any bit of human contact you’ll allow him.

“Look what you do to me.” He growls. “Fucking your ha-and...”

Javier reaches around, taking his length from your delicate grasp and pushes you lightly into his pelvis.

“You’re so fucking — soft.” He grunts, tapping his throbbing head against your lips before dragging his cock along your face.

You smile, letting him. Revealing your tongue for a moment to tease him once more.

“Thought you wanted to take care of me.” He says, his voice tight and you feel his hand in the back of your hair as he continues to run his length along your face. Grinning as his grip tightens, he doesn’t hurt you, it’s just about the control.

“I do.” You moan, as Javi softly pushes and pulls your head in a rhythmic motion, just hovering over him.

“Open your mouth.” He mumbles and you do what you’re told.

Javier motions your neck down, pulling you slowly over him, taking just his head in your mouth. “Is this okay sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” You whimper around him, your thighs involuntarily rubbing together, searching for some kind of relief from the arousing pull of his voice.

“Yeah? F-Fuck your pretty mouth.” He grunts, thrusting up slowly, stretching your lips to accommodate his thickness. You close your eyes, focusing on the fullness, calming your breath to take him.

“Stay just like this.” Javier sighs, his other hand tangling into your hair to keep you in place and you hum in agreement. Then he thrusts — quickly like he’s actually fucking you and it comes as a surprise but the moan that drips from his mouth almost instantly is enough to make you squeeze your thighs tighter. You have never felt a high like this, being exactly what Javier wants.

You dig your finger nails into his thighs as he takes you, a blunt, bruising force to the back of the throat and you can’t help but gag.

“That’s a good girl.” He says, “Taking my dick in your hot fucking mouth. I love that sound.”

You gag once more and Javier pulls out to you gasping. Spit suspended from your mouth to his cock and you watch it for a moment before grinning up at Javi.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He shakes his head in disbelief, wiping the saliva from your mouth.

“I’ve never done that before.” You smile, looking down slightly embarrassed as you wonder if you were even any good.

“You keep saying that...” Javi’s voice trails off as he pulls your dress up to knead your behind. You love having his hands on you, playing with you. “But you’d never know...”

You try to suppress your satisfied smile, flattening your palms around the base of Javier’s shaft, you take him back in your mouth.

“Fuck...” he exhales long and slow, grabbing a rough handful of your ass before pushing you down on to him, taking him completely down your throat and keeps you there. Your eyes water, and your leg kicks out before he lets you breathe again, coming up for air with a cough you look up at him and he looks down at you like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

——

Javier pulls you back up against his side, and he looks up at you as he’s slumped down into the couch. You wrap your arms back around his neck, fluttering your fingers through his hair and he nuzzles your chest, pressing his lips into your skin. You wish he was like this always, soft in your arms.

Javi hooks a finger into the top of your dress and pulls down, freeing your breasts, nipples hard in attention and he takes one in his mouth. Your cradle his head as he sucks on the buds and you let your own fall back slowly, relishing in the feeling of his tongue and his lips, the brushing of his moustache and the digging of his nose and how sweet he looks in your arms. This is too much, you’re going dizzy.

Javier helps you pull your dress over his head and his lips quickly return to your nipples. His big warm hands squeezing your bust harshly, alternating with his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh and completely pressing his face into your chest. Even as you climb into his lap, on top of him completely nude, his tongue doesn’t give up until you pull his face up to yours for a kiss.

He tastes like everything you want to drown in and it’s heady, like a force you must fight before it completely consumes you, but you don’t want to.

“Fuck.” You gasp, grinding your hips along Javi’s length, desperate for more.

“Oh, god.” He chokes, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “Are you going to fuck me this time, sweetheart?”

“Yeah..” You whine, reaching between your bodies.

“Yeah? You’re gonna bounce that wet little pussy on my dick?” His voice shakes into your neck, and it’s such a contrast from his stern “Get on your bed.” from days ago.

You nod, kissing up his jaw in this sudden codependency, his need to feel every inch of you as you both fall back into the couch.

“Relax, Javi. Let me do this for you.” You coo, sinking down on to him. You hum from the incredible stretch and Javier groans right into your ear.

“That pussy is so fucking tight.” He says, out of breath. “Don’t move.”

You obey him, stilling in his lap and Javier lifts his head from the safe space between your neck and your shoulder and he looks up at you.

“What if I just held you here like this.” He says, almost to himself, his hands coming up to your ass. “Stuffed full of my dick and I didn’t let you move.”

“Javi...” You whine.

“Would you still be my good little girl?”

“Javi...” You whine louder, your chest feeling like it’s going to collapse, Javier’s fingers digging into you and he gives you two small thrusts.

“You love being my good girl, don’t you?” Javier whispers, pushing your hair behind your shoulders.

More than anything.

“Yes.” You gasp.

“I know you do.” He says, guiding you slowly up and down. “Just sucking my dick made this pussy a dripping mess.”

“I love it.” You groan as the sound of your skin against his gets louder as you work your hips for him.

Javier looks a moment away from possession and it just fuels you, for you have him where you always want him and you want this to be the death of him.

You still again, but only for a moment to steady yourself as you get up on your feet.

“Shit..” Javier sighs, before he turns you both with your arms wrapped around him, his back now against the arm rest and his legs straight out along the couch. “There you go, baby.”

You reach behind you, finding your balance with your grip on his knees and you pull your hips up.

“Oh my fucking god.” Javier gasps, running his hand down his face and you push your hips down slowly, watching him and in this moment he is really yours.

Fighting through the burning in your arms and your legs, you give him everything you’ve got. Mewing in the pleasure of seeing him underneath you like this, needing you like this. Submitting to the grinding of your hips and the wetness that aches around him. You wish you could see yourself on top of him, your chest bouncing, skin glowing in sweat so he knows exactly what he could have, whenever he wanted it.

“Your pussy is so fucking pretty.” Javier says, his thumb dragging across your mound and down to your clit, that is begging for attention and the moment his fingertip grazes the sensitive nerve your legs clamp together. But he doesn’t stop. Even as his length falls from your body from the increased height of your hips, Javier’s hand doesn’t retreat from the soft thighs it’s wedged between. Circling your clit over and over, your arms buckle and you hold your breath. You thought you had the power but even on top of him you’re just putty in his hand and he knows exactly what to do to make you sing.

“Are you going to squirt for me again?” He rasps, his other hand pushing you down into his lap. “I want to watch this pretty little pussy squirt all over me.”

“Put it back.” You gasp, trying to force your legs open.

“Yeah, baby? Do you need my dick?” Javi teases, pushing at your thigh to open up for him again. He finally eases his dizzying pressure on your clit and holds you just above his pulsing head, slick with you. Running his tip along your folds, you try to sink down on to him, but he keeps you suspended.

“Beg me.” He demands. “You know I love the way you say my fucking name.”

“Please, Javi.” You whine, grinding your hips into nothing. “Please, I love your cock so much, give it to me.”

You push yourself up and fall forward so your hands are on his chest, “Please, Javi. Make me squirt again. Only you know how to fucking do it”

“Oh, fuck.” He groans, pushing up into you sharply despite your yelp. “Anything for my good little girl.”

Javier pulls you down, flush against his chest, still clothed against your’s nude and he wraps his arms around you. He smells like amber and fresh linens as always. Summer. A sunset. The breeze off the ocean and wine. Safe.

His grip around you tightens as you inhale him, pounding up into you as he finds your ear, and his voice is like syrup, “I’m going to take care of you sweetheart. Going to make this pussy cum. You tell me okay? I want to see it. Want to see you fucking soak me. Don’t by shy, my good little girl. Give it to me.”

“Fuck, Javi.”

“You’re so fucking incredible. Taking my big dick in this perfect little pussy. Let go, Claude. Cum for me, angel.”

You groan lewdly and Javi’s hand comes down on your mouth.

“Shh. Shh. Shh.” He warns, and you sigh into his palm. Angel.

This pace is overwhelming, and as he’s restricted your limbs there really is nothing you can do but take it, trying to keep your thighs from clamping together every time Javier brushes that incredible spot within you. Your moans getting longer, from an even deeper part of your throat every time. Your core twists and tightens as he brings you there, unlike anyone else ever has.

“Javi, now!” You exclaim, barely recognizing the screech in your voice and Javier pulls out. His lap wet with you.

“Oh that’s a good fucking girl.” He says, kissing the top of your head as you fall to his side. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Your house guest’s impressive length twitches in his hand as he strokes himself, his nose buried in your hair as you nuzzle his chest in hazy delight and he keeps whispering, “Fucking you is such a dream. You make it so hard not to just nut in that tight fucking pussy.”

You hum, lifting our head up and kissing him softly. “Cum for me.”

“Yeah?” He swallows.

“Please, Javi.” You sigh.

“Where?” He asks, stroking himself harder.

It takes all your strength, but you slip silently off the couch and on to your knees. “On my face.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He says, getting up quickly.

Javier takes your chin delicately in his hand, stroking himself with vigor with the other, and you display your tongue for him, feeling the weight of his cock on it instantly.

“Such a good girl, letting me cum on your pretty fucking face like this. I don’t deserve you. So fucking— pretty.” He groans, with everything left and in this moment you have him, again.

——

You wake in your bed, and you know it’s late because you’re hit by a wall of heat followed swiftly by disappointment when you realize you are, once again, alone. With your arm spread out at your side, you know you are going to be met with nothing but empty sheets and you still feel it at the pit of your stomach anyway.

You sit up with a sigh, back to normal you suppose. Another day of existing separately, but together with only your lost puppy sense of self and a fascination for this man to sustain you.

Then you see him. Javier leaning up against your balcony door with his coffee, wearing only his pyjama bottoms. He hears you stirring and looks back with a smile, “Good morning.”

——

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Love, Zelda

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #javier pena #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #au #call me by your name #cmbyn fic #cmbyn aesthetic #narcos

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we found love ✧ joel farabee

@butgilinsky i hope u like this!

word count: 2.6k+

joel farabee x f!reader

warnings: alcohol use, fluff, swearing, yet another friends to lovers trope with beezy (sorry)

*covid doesn’t exist in this story*

3 times joel failed to communicate his feelings, and the one time he finally did.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

you were standing at the kitchen island in your shared apartment, turning the pages of a cook book you had yet to put to use. a few feet in front of you, your best friend samara and her boyfriend, nolan, were bundled up on your living room couch. you were happy for her, truly, but you could only take so much of the third-wheeling. you had everything you could possibly need, a roof over your head, a stable friend group, and you were happy. your tried your best not to complain but seeing samara glow in a different way, left you wondering what it was like to be in her position.

one

“nolan said we’re sitting with the other wives and girlfriends tonight.” samara beamed at her phone, as the both of you walked into the arena.

“isn’t it kind of weird for me to sit with them when i’m not dating any of the players?” you played with the hemming of your black sweater, avoiding eye contact with samara because you knew exactly what she was going to say.

“well, you could be, but you and farabee keep beating around the bush.” she stated matter-of-factly, pushing the door open to the private seating area, and greeting the girls already sitting down. this wasn’t necessarily not true, you had feelings for the young player and it wasn’t a secret, at least not to nolan and the wags. but the both of you pretty much made no effort to change that, leaving no room to conclude the obvious feelings that were definitely not one sided.

“mara, i don’t know what to do about that. i’ve tried talking to him and it’s just awkward. maybe we aren’t compatible as people.”

“y/n! that is bullshit, you know it. he’s a blushing mess whenever you’re around. maybe i can get nolan to talk to him?” you rapidly shook your head, envisioning the scenarios of all the what if’s.

before you could protest ryanne interrupted your thought, “there’s a get together this weekend at our house! maybe joel will invite you.”

more girls in the back shared their agreements, and you finally spoke up. “yeah, i mean that’s not an awful idea.”

samara squeezed your hands with excitement, bouncing up and down on her seat. you faked a bright smile, that masked your anxiety, and tried to think out a possible outcome that didn’t end in total failure.

the game flew by quicker than you anticipated, and the flyers took a close victory against the bruins. as all of you made your way down the tunnel, you caught a glimpse of farabee’s exposed chest and sweaty hair. your eyes raked down, watching his chest rise and fall in a more rapid and consistent rate, due to his shift ending not too long before. as your eyes made their way up to his face again, his own brown eyes were level with yours. embarrassment flooded your body, you quickly diverted your eyes over to samara who was no longer where she stood before. “nolan said a lot of people are bringing a plus one to ryanne and claude’s get together.”

“so basically you’re saying you don’t want to take me?” you teased her, a grin spreading across your face.

“no, i am saying joel should take you though.”

“yeah, we’ll see about that.” you stated doubtedly, allowing her to know she shouldn’t get her hopes up.

she rolled her eyes playfully in disagreement, before nudging your arm. “oh! speak of the devil and he shall appear. hey joel!” you flash joel a smile which he reciprocates, and the eye contact lingers for a little longer than it should. sensing the tension, she spoke up again, “well anyways, joel are you bringing anyone to the get together this weekend?”

you look at joel with hopeful eyes, dreading his response. he hesitates before finally responding, “uh no, i’m not going with anyone.” you moved your eyes to samara, with a look of disappointment.

“not going with anyone either.” you finally blurted, definitely not thinking before you spoke. joel opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by kevin pulling him into a celebratory hug.

-

the cold wind of february chilled your body, as you and samara walked out of the arena. you rubbed your arms for warmth, before opening her passenger door. “please don’t lose hope, i think he’s just shy.” she spoke reassuringly, which she was something she was extremely good at. you and samara were opposites in many aspects which led to a great friendship. she was extroverted and you were introverted. she helped break you out of your shell when you really needed it, which was something your parents had been grateful for. you knew she was trying to be helpful, so you tried your best to give it a chance.

you adjusted yourself in the seat, and began turning on the aux, “i won’t.”

two

you ran your fingers along the seam of your dress that hugged your body, twisting around in front of the mirror to see all angles. samara had informed you almost a few minutes before that this was no longer a get together and more of a party. you were originally going to wear jeans, but after seeing samara completely dressed up, you felt the obligation to do the same. taking one last look at the mirror, you messed with your hair, grabbed a sweater, and pulled the dress down to fit correctly.

“woahh, look at you! forget nolan, we might have to stay in tonight.”

“hey! i’m sitting right here.”

“is joel bringing anyone?” you were almost embarrassed to ask, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“no, he’s not bringing anyone.”

“didn’t joel tell you he wasn’t bringing anyone?” samara’s heels clacked on the wooden floor, as she joined in the conversation.

“yes but-“

“nope, i’m tired of the two of you running in circles. he’s not bringing anyone because he likes you!”

nolan hummed in agreement, making you shoot him a glare.

-

the sky had completely turned dark. it was well past nine pm and you rested your head on the back seat window. anxiousness swelled in your belly, and nolan’s playlist could be heard in the background. the ride to the giroux’ was faster than you had wished, you reluctantly helped yourself out of the car. you walked silently behind samara and nolan, listening to your shoes scuff the pavement. as nolan opened the front door, welcoming voices were heard from inside.

“i’m so glad you made it! drinks are in the kitchen.” ryanne pulled you into a tight hug and offered you a smile. as if she read your mind she spoke again, “joel’s not here yet.”

a sigh of relief escaped your lips, that received a chuckle from her as well. you made your way over to tk and kevin, who had clearly gotten to the drinks already.

“don’t mind them, already on their bullshit.” karly rolled her eyes from beside you, filling up her wine glass.

the smile on your face quickly dropped as tk and kevin pointed out joel’s entrance.

“beezer, get over here. we’re playing truth or dare.”

“is that really necessary? kevin, aren’t you 30?” you whisper yelled, even though joel was too far away to hear you.

“hey! i’m 28.” he pretended to be hurt, lightly shoving your shoulder.

their obnoxious game of truth or dare went on for about 15 minutes, from asking couples questions that should’ve remained personal, and embarrassing some of their teammates. you were taking your first sip of your wine, when tk finally spoke up. “hey, joel hasn’t gone yet right?”

“oh it’s fine, i’m not playing.”

“aw no i insist. joel, truth or dare?”

he thought for a minute, “alright fine, dare.”

tk and kevin began whispering to eachother, like children telling secrets. your heart was racing as you scanned the room for samara, who was nowhere to be found. a lump formed in your throat, her absence grew to make you slightly uncomfortable. you almost got up to look for her when kevin and tk finally came up with their dare.

“we dare you, to kiss y/n.” travis and kevin drunkenly giggled. you came to the conclusion they most likely knew about the lingering feelings you had for joel. as you pushed your annoyance aside, you tried to remember that they were intoxicated, they weren’t trying to hurt your feelings. your eyes wandered over to joel, who was leaning up against the cold fridge. a smirk was plastered on his face, and he was shaking his head.

“no, i’m not gonna do that.” his eyes glanced up to you, and the smirk fell as soon as he saw your facial expression.

“excuse me, i’m going to find samara.”

three

here you were, standing in the corner of yet another house party, nursing a glass of rum and coke. the warm, tingly feeling had taken over your body, allowing you to finally relax. considering the events of the last party, you needed it. your eyes made their rounds around the room, samara was snug in nolan’s arm, you could hear her laugh over the noise of the party. tk and kevin were drinking, again, and a group of people were playing beer pong. you spotted joel, who looked like he was doing the same thing as you. back pressed up against the wall, taking slow sips of his beer. you gulped, watching him bring his glass to his lips. he looked good to say the least, he was only wearing a tee shirt and jeans, but the backwards hat was getting to you. especially because you were drunk. you almost laughed to yourself, shaking your head lightly and making your way down the hall. making a wrong turn, you quickly tried to remember your way to the bathroom. as you turned the corner, your body was knocked into someone’s broad chest. a cold liquid splashed onto your top, and the scent of beer filled the air. you recognized joel’s shirt that was decorated with a gold chain, before your eyes trailed up to his.

“shit, i’m so sorry.”

“no worries. i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

“here i’ll help you get cleaned up.” joel led you into the restroom which was two doors behind where you originally stood. dumbass, you thought. you sat down on the edge of the tub, taking the towel from him and slowly attempting to clean yourself up. your hands moved slowly from the alcohol in your system.

“here i gotcha.” he knelt in front of you, gently taking the towel and beginning to dry you himself.

“i’m gonna need a new shirt. i smell like beer.” you sighed.

joel laughed, “i don’t have anything with me besides the shirt i have on.”

“well i certainly wouldn’t mind.” your words came out before you could think, they were slightly slurred but not enough for him to not understand you. you cussed at yourself mentally, scanning his face for some sort of reassurance. joel only laughed again, getting a new towel from the cabinet behind him.

as joel cleaned you up, your thoughts became distracted. his touch was soft enough to send shivers down your spine, and fasten your heartbeat. you had only dreamt about the day your would be so close to him. this is how it should be. your feelings for him over the course of the past few months had quickly intensified. you examined the features on his face. from the stubble on his chin, to the curvature of his eyebrows. “you’re really pretty.” you huffed out, not even caring that the alcohol was talking.

“i think that’s as dry as we’re going to get it.” he stood back up and cleared his throat, obviously avoiding your last statement. you mumbled a ‘yeah’, disappointed in his lack of enthusiasm.

“do you need anything before i-“

“no i’m fine. thank you, joel.” you cut him off, feeling the tears swell around your eyes. they had gotten to the point where they were too watered to just flush away, letting them fall down your cheek as you walked into the hallway.

+ one

valentine’s day was a holiday you didn’t care much for. most likely because none of your significant others ever got you something worth remembering. or even bothered to make the day itself worth remembering, nevermind celebrating. you sat in your bedroom, as kali uchis played on your record player. your head swayed to the music, and you turned the page of your book. a soft knock was heard on your door, and samara’s head popped in.

“happy galentine’s, bestie.” she excitedly pulled a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear from behind her back. a card was taped to the bears hands, and a pink ribbon loosely around its neck.

“you’re so sweet, i love you.” you pulled her into a tight hug, swaying her a little before placing your gifts on your bed. “since you’re probably getting something from nolan, i got you something small.” you handed her a pouch of her favorite candy along with a framed polaroid of the two of you at the beach. a big smile was stretched across you and samara’s cheeks, and your arms were thrown around her securely. the both of you reminisced on the memory before hugging once again.

“i’m probably not coming home tonight.” she said, muffled against your hair.

“no need to rub it in.”

“i left dinner in the fridge. all you have to do is heat it up.”

“you’re the best.” you beamed, before she left your bedroom.

-

you found yourself on the living room couch covered in blankets. a spoonful of ice cream entered your mouth while you rewatched your favorite show. you reached for your phone on the table when a few knocks were heard on the front door to your apartment. your eyebrows furrowed, before opening to door to see joel anxiously standing in front of you with a bouquet of assorted flowers in his hands.

“hey.”

“hi? what are you doing here?” joel was the last person you expected to show up at your door. you hadn’t seen him in a week or so, but after the drunken incident, you definitely didnt expect to hear from him again.

“can i come in?” you ushered him in, and he stood up against the kitchen island. “i just wanted to explain myself.” you didn’t say anything, you raised your eyebrows letting him know to continue. “i’m sorry about the party, both of them. i should’ve just been honest from the start. i’m sorry for not being straight with you. you don’t deserve that.”

you were speechless, thoughts were flowing through your mind but no sentences were forming. you just didn’t know what to make of it. “how did you know i liked roses?” you finally spoke up, taking them from his hands and searching for a vase in the closet.

he sighed in relief and tapped his fingers on the counter, “i asked samara, i figured she would know best.”

“she definitely does.” the both of you stood in silence for a few minutes. exchanging glances here and there. you eyed the flowers that you set in the vase, you couldn’t help but think it was sweet. and the fact he asked samara what kind you liked made you want to throw your arms around him and pepper him in kisses. “thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.”

he stood up and made his way over to you. “look i’ve given you every reason to believe otherwise, but i really like you. and if you’d let me, i’d like to take you out today. i promise it’ll be worth it.” you pondered your reply but soon mumbled your approval, too focused on how close his face was to yours. his arm slipped around your lower back, pulling you into him. “if you don’t mind, i’ll make up for that dare.”

“let me think about it.” a smirk grew amongst his lips as he connected them to yours. butterflies invaded your abdomen instantly, and all you could think was this is how it should be.

#joel farabee imagine #joel farabee #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #happy valentine’s day!! #hope u all have a great day #nhl imagines #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction

[haik-hero]

Hi!! I was wondering if I can get a imagine with Mey-Rin or Alois were the reader is super tired but refuses to go to bed, when they do go to bed it’s all cute and fluffy in the end!!💕💕 Thank you you’re amazing!!

I gotta heavy feeling that I’d do better with Mey-Rin than with the cocky little shit Alois. But since I like to challenge myself, Ima do Alois to make my life harder.

Character: 𝕬𝖑𝖔𝖎𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖞

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒

Word Count:230

Alois was losing his patience quickly. You had refused to go to sleep, and he had tried everything to try and make you. He had Claude make the bed as comfortable as possible, he had warm milk prepared for you, he had a massage given to you, but you still wouldn’t go to sleep.

“My Lovely, please go to sleep. You’ve been up for hours, and I don’t want your pretty little face to have bags.” He sighs, pressing his face into his hand.

“I can’t..” You mumble, yawning from the exhaustion. “Why not?” Alois groans, growing angry with her refusals. “It’s embarrassing...” You whimper, pawing at the ground with your feet.

“I won’t make fun of you, My future bride. I promise.” He smirks, pulling you into your room. He had one of his maids dress you for bed, and then let you settle in.

He left the room momentarily to let you sleep, but returned shortly after to check on you. You were cuddled up to a pillow, and your body was sprawled out in the most adorable way, to the point where he found himself slowly but surely inching towards you.

He surprisingly stripped down to his nightwear himself and joined you in the bed, completely abandoning his responsibilities he may or may not have had that day. All to sleep next to your cute sleeping face.

#alois x reader #black butler alois #alois trancy #trancy x reader #black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #black butler

[butwhatifidothis]

I've played FEH for several years, logging in almost every single day ever since the first fallen banner, but had to slowly cut down on this once F!E/del dropped. She was making the entire experience miserable and logging in turned from a fun way to build some favs and get some lucky seasonal drops along the way into a slog through a poisonous swamp.

I've had a couple of failed attempts at coming back to the game, where I'd half-heartedly build some counters, but just the thought that I had to waste so many resources on her dumb ass to even have a chance at existing in the PvP modes was just ... blargh. And I'm f2p, so every resource invested in anti-E/del means slightly less options for dealing with L!Sigurd and all the movement shenanigans on that end, etc, etc. She wasn't the only reason I eventually quit, but she was a big part of it. The beginning of the end.

Anyway, flash forward to yesterday. I've just bought a new phone. I think 'fuck it, good time to come back' - more F!E counters, Valentine's banner is pretty and I want that Lucina, Chrom and Seliph braves sound fun, I can actually run the game without burning through all my available memory. I'm in the mood to save orbs and play the damn game.

I wake up today and check the FEH sub. Oh, A Hero Rises interims, cool.

F!Edel first place.

Once again, my nemesis returns to suck the life and joy out of everything. There is no escape, no safe haven, just the same wheel turning endlessly into the abyss. I log on to FEH, she's there. Go on Tungle dot com, the same old arguments. YouTube comments talk about muh grey morality. Twitter always going on about the revolution and the crest system and the fandom homophones. On and on and on and on.

I need a new game. I want to be free. I want new things to argue about. I'm about to lose my mind.

Anyway, what's a Claude headcanon you're particularly fond of? Doesn't have to be your own, maybe just a bit of fanon you think goes well with his game characterisation.

I'm a fairly casual FEH player in that I tend to avoid the PvP parts of the game cuz, like, I also play BBS (Bleach Brave Souls) and know that PvP will always boil down to "if you don't hyper invest on the exact same units as everyone else you will have no chance at winning". It's just the nature of the mode; why use anything but the best? It's why you so rarely see any unique teams on Summoner Duels - it's almost always B!Eirika, Yuri, Duo!Corrin, maybe a dancer (and if so, likely Duo!Peony) and Nott/Dagr/Duo!Dagr, or the team will otherwise have one or some of them. Especially B!Eirika, since she was/is a free unit.

But even then, when F!Edelgard came out I could still understand the outrage about her. Hey, cool, what if IS just casually gave this colorless beast unit five skills on their weapon? And like three more on her prf? And all she needs to do to activate them is transform - you know, that incredibly easy thing to do? Yeah, no wonder the game's become "F!Edelgard Counter Simulator" ever since she came out, because wow! It almost sounds like a unit built like that on just its premise terribly balanced and fundamentally broke the game! Even ignoring the actual skills given to her (which is really fuckin' hard since one of them is GUARANTEED GALEFORCE), the concept itself is game-breaking.

And because of her inherent viability, as much as, like, everyone not an Edelstan absolutely hates her, F!Edelgard is a no brainer for the Hero Fest winner. It's just a lose-lose where everyone is miserable and F!Edelgard continue to make a splash in IS' wallet so they keep pushing her for more people to have her and hate her but still use her cuz she's busted to fuck.

I do get being tired of Edelgard though, after all this time and all the drama. I mean, knowing me I personally likely won't move on from 3H since I really do love it (and shitting on/mocking it lmao), and I haven't felt like this about a media I've gotten into since Bleach (which I similarly haven't really moved on from - yes, I was one of those bitches that cried at the trailer for the 2022 anime release lmao), but UH, just like with Bleach I can totally get why others would want to get away from it, if for no other reason than the fandom.

ANYWAY, a Claude headcanon I really like is that his two wyverns he has for his unique classes are wyverns he's had since he was young but he's only recently (during the war phase) been able to get them across the border safely, and that's why he makes sure to give those ones pets in his victory animation as a Wyvern Master/Barbarossa. Another (for funsies lol) is that over the course of his time in Fodlan he will write in Almyran in a journal (just anything that comes to mind) so that he never becomes unfamiliar with the language, before tearing out the page he wrote on and burning it once he's done writing so no one can chance upon it and use it against him

#ask #anon #exqueuese me princess #anti edelgard #anti-edelgard #just to be safe #like just like with Bleach I'll never stop loving 3H or love talking about it (and malding over it lol) #but when it's mostly the same debunked arguments cropping up again and again to justify someone who is so clearly in the wrong #and when that clearly wrong someone is plastered all over the fandom - mostly in a positive light that erased every mean thing they've done #then yeah I totally get the burnout

[chaseatinydream]

sly san who sacrifices (ii) || c.s (atz)

➳ pairing: reader x choi san (ateez)

➳ word count: 2396

➳ genre: badboy au; fluff; angst

➳ synopsis: to the school, he may be a bad boy, the worst of the worst, but to you, he’s choi san, father of three cats, your best friend and ultimately, the boy you’re in love with.

>>>

The second you step out of the car, you can already hear the mewing of cats.

“Yobu!” You laugh as the tiny grey ragdoll leaps into your arms, fingers brushing its fur back. The tiny feline lets out a content mew and you press a kiss to its adorable nose. You love all of San’s cats, having helped him in taking care of each and every one of them, but you have a soft spot for Yobu in particular. After all, he’s the cat that had allowed you and Seonghwa, one of San's friends, to meet.

San looms up behind your shoulder.

“Yah, Yobu, that’s my friend, not yours.” He scolds the kitten sternly and you give San a flat look of exasperation. He doesn’t look intimidating in the slightest, not when he looks like he’s about to topple over any moment. Concern wells up in you once again and you call over your shoulder to Claude, who’s still at the car.

“I’ll bring him up, Claude!”

The chauffeur nods acknowledgement and before San can protest, you’re already pulling him into the mansion after you.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the grandeur and luxury of San’s home. A sprawling, lavish mansion made nearly entirely out of white and grey marble, and designed by a famous architect whose name you can’t quite pronounce, this place screams luxury and wealth. Built all for the sake of your best friend Choi San, only son to a globally successful business mogul and fashion entrepreneur, you sometimes wonder how cheap money is to people like them. San tries his best to make you forget the gap between the two of you, but other times, it’s near overwhelming for you.

You remember him asking you once, “Why would people buy knock-off goods when they can just get the real ones?”

You had never been so tempted to slap him.

The floor is cool against your bare feet and the helper bows to you as you drag San up the stairs to his bedroom. You’ve been here so many times you could your way around this mansion blindfolded, and the mansion is huge. Your best friend trails after you silently aside from the odd cough, and when the two of you emerge into his room, he merely flops onto his king sized bed with a tired groan.

He must have been really exhausted.

“I’ll go get some warm water and medicine for you!” You chirp and San merely lets out a tired noise of agreement, the sound muffled in the soft, downy pillows on his bed.

When you return with the essentials to make your best friend comfortable, San is curled up in his bed with his face buried underneath his Shiber toy plush, specially customized and hand sewn to look like Shiber. Tapping on his shoulder, you rouse him from his fever induced slumber.

“Hey, San, you need to drink some water and take your meds before you go to sleep.”

He grumbles a little but still complies, sitting up in the bed to face you with a pout, hair mussed from tossing about on the bed. You press the glass of warm water to his dry lips and he tilts his head back to drink, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows it all greedily. Concern wells up in your chest as you look at his pallid face.

He’s probably a lot more sick than he’s letting on.

But that’s just like San, you sigh under your breath as you watch him drink thirstily, rubbing at the bags under his eyes. You wonder why he hasn’t been sleeping enough. Has he been out clubbing again?

You don’t really want to think about the answer.

When that’s done, you grab the pills and tear out two tablets for San, holding them out for him to take. “For your fever. You should be fine when you wake up if you just take a couple of these.” You tell him as you set the now empty glass on his bedside table, but you don’t feel him take the pills from your hand, so you turn around to glance at him.

He stares at you expectantly.

You stare back, befuddled.

“What?”

“Well, aren’t you supposed to put them in your mouth and kiss me like in those movies?” San’s wearing a shit eating grin so wide that you’re not sure whether his brain has really been fried or if he’s just plain crazy. You stare at him in horrified disbelief for a second longer and he merely continues grinning at you like a cat that just got the canary, seemingly pleased with how red your face is becoming. “I’m not eating those on my own, they’re bitter, you know.”

Your mouth falls open at the sheer audacity of his words. Where on earth had they come from?

Then you shriek and clobber him hard over the head with a pillow.

“Ow! Ow! Yeowch! Stop hitting me, woman!” San yelps, scrambling away from you as fast as he can with the blankets tangled around his legs. You chase him with the heavy pillow held high above your head, bringing it down on his head again and again, intent on beating out the stupidity in him. He’s not nearly fast enough in this ill state and before he can reach any relative safety, you’ve already grabbed him by the ankles and are dragging him back to you.

“No! Spare me!” San thrashes about comically, trying to wriggle his way out of your grasp much like an actual cat, but you sit on his back, firmly trapping his flailing arms under your legs and then proceed to attack his sides with an assault of furious tickles.

“Aieeeee! Mercy! Have mercy on me!” Screeches fill the air, San’s voice getting increasingly high pitched when your fingers move to his armpits. Only when he’s crying and shouting and laughing weakly through tears all at once do you finally pull off him, smacking him over the head one more time for good measure.

“That’s for saying all those stupid comments!” You shout at him breathlessly, still flushed from a combination of exertion and embarrassment. San sits up next to you, still choking on a few final exhausted giggles, red streaked hair thoroughly mussed from the little roughhousing the two of you just had and the biggest, fondest grin on his face.

You hate how your heart just melts at the sight.

To distract yourself, you shove the pills into his mouth with one hand and San obediently crunches them down this time, watching you intently as you wring out a few damp towels next to him, gesturing for him to lie down. His heart warms in his chest at the sight, and when he closes his eyes, sometimes he just wishes that he could be the right one for you instead–

He purges the thought from his mind before it can go too far.

“Here you go, San.” Your voice is gentle for him, soft, sweet, innocent, a polar opposite to everything he is, so familiar and warm.

He counts it a blessing that you still remain at his side despite everything he’s done, no matter how many tears you shed over him and the times your heart has been rent in two because of his misdoings and fights.

He lays back down on the pillows, eyes shut tight against the sight of your face hovering above his. But as if you’re trying to tempt him unconsciously, you move his head into your lap and he nearly goes rigid in a panic.

“I’ve been talking to Seonghwa a lot recently, you know. He’s a great friend.” You tell him absentmindedly as your soft fingers brush the hair on his forehead back. Something in him twists, a sense of satisfaction that his carefully laid plan is falling into place, but also something darker, something more selfish, a certain sort of gut wrenching emptiness that he doesn’t want to think too much about.

San is still your best friend.

And that’s all he’ll ever be to you.

The cool cloth rests against his forehead and he sighs at how good it feels against his heated skin, but it probably has to do more with how your hands are gently kneading against his temples rather than the actual cloth itself. Upon hearing his little exhale of comfort, you glance at his face with a content smile, shaking your head with some kind of exasperation and warmth settling deep in your chest.

“Are you close to Seonghwa-oppa, San?” You ask as your fingers thread through his hair and he presses into your touch, for some reason desperately craving the feeling of your skin on his. He wants to treasure every last time he gets to be close to you like this, because it might come to an end all too soon.

Why does it hurt?

“He’s a nice guy. Boyfriend material.” San has never had to force a smile around you and it feels wrong on his lips, brittle like cracked glass against his skin. You are the one person he would never want to lie to, but if it’s for the sake of you and Seonghwa’s happiness, who is he to stand in the way?

“Yeah! He’s nothing like you.” You laugh cheerfully, teasingly bopping his nose with a finger and San barely manages to hold back a flinch at your words, his expression twisting in pain as if you’ve just shoved a knife into his chest straight. Honestly, he’d rather you just do that instead, it’d probably hurt a lot less.

“San? San, are you alright?” You frown in concern, bending down to glance at his face. The tips of your hair tickle his face gently and he can feel your breath against his cheeks, and maybe, just maybe, he wants to reach up and just pull you down to him–

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lies again through his teeth. Maybe if he lies enough times, the pain in his chest will go away. Some part of him wants you to call him out on his deception, but you’ve always been too innocent for the things of this world and San is perhaps just a little too good at hiding his true feelings behind a carefully painted mask. ��So, what were you saying again about Seonghwa?”

And he watches your face light up as you chatter animatedly to him about one of his best friends, Park Seonghwa, wondering why his chest hurts so much even when your eyes shine with excitement and joy.

He’s a selfish bastard, and he hates it.

He really needs to get the two of you together before he does something he regrets.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez san #ateez fanfiction #san fanfic #san fanfiction #w; san #w; fanfiction

[ellana-ravenwood]

Batfam and friends after dentist

I just remembered this video : clickclickclick, and this happened. Please, don’t take it too seriously it’s just a fun little joke post haha. I hope you’ll still enjoy it a little nonetheless ^^. Here we are, the Batfam and friends, after dentist :

DICK

Dick : “Turns out my dentist is not giving me a plaque for great teeth after all. He really hurt my fillings.” Makes all the WORST pun you can think about, to calm his nerve, as he’s about to go to surgery to take his wisdom teeth out. Bruce is there, for support. Of course, he’d be there for his son. Dick wakes up, the surgery went GREAT. He looks around, a little groggy, looks at his dad, and...Starts to rap absolute nonsense, as if his life depended on it : 

“I'm feeling the rainbow like skittles

dropping reptars like my name was tommy pickles

for rizzle, thats drizzle?

nah my nizzle, thats the shizzle”

Asks Bruce to buy him a “big ass gold chain” and if the dentist could transplant silver teeth on him now, “while we’re at it”. Bruce is able to reason with him and convinces him that sure, he’ll buy him the gold chain he wants, but he should wait for the teeth because his mouth is still too numb and such. Dick agrees that it sounds sensible, but does not drop the subject of him becoming a successful rapper. On the way back to the Manor, they stop to buy a gold chain, because Bruce cannot resists when his kids give him the “puppy eyes”. Dick choses the ugliest biggest thing in the entire shop. It says “bling bling” on it, has a few shiny diamonds, and is about twice the size of his head. He looks at it as if it was the best thing on earth while on the ride home. The drugs start to wear off but as a result he’s super tired again, he goes to sleep...Wakes up with that ugly chain, wondering what the hell happened. 

JASON

Woke up after wisdom teeth removal. Got pissed because he really wanted Coca Cola but there was only Pepsi. Proceeded to tell Bruce that him bringing Pepsi back instead of Coke was worst than when he didn’t kill the Joker to avenge his death (queue Bruce nervously looking at the nurses, and really insisting on how funny people who just got their wisdom teeth removed could be). After the Pepsi/Coke debacle claimed he has 9 children (Bruce’s influence for sure hahaha). Apollo and Jean-Claude being his favorite two. Proceeded to cry because he admitted he had favorite children, and thought it was horrible to choose a favorite. Apologized to “his” kids that were definitely not there and talked about how his dad (pointing at Bruce), never had favorites. Bruce is touched. Until Jason remembers the Pepsi incident and tries to escape the room by jumping out of the window to go pouting alone somewhere. Queue a ridiculous struggle between Bruce and his son, as Jason, still quite limped and out of it because of the sleeping drugs, resists as best as he can while his dad drags him to the car to go home, trying to be as gentle as possible because he doesn’t want to hurt Jason’s mouth. Just to be sure, Bruce stops on the way to buy a bunch of coke bottles... 

TIM

After waking up from getting his wisdom teeth removed, sitting in a wheelchair because he can’t stand yet (Tim is very resistant to anesthetic, and they had to give him more than usual for it to work), telling to Bruce who’s wheeling him back to the car, in a very dramatic way : “Lady, I thank you for your help. You have to release me back to the ocean now. My time on land, is over.”

Bruce, not sure he quite understood : “...What was that, chum ?” 

Tim : “I said please m’am, get me back to my people. They need me.” 

Then the boy proceeds to stick both his legs up, and move them as if he was a mermaid, making “woosh” sounds with his mouth as if he was splashing water around. Bruce doesn’t even try to reason with him (he remembers how it was impossible to do so with Jason and his Coke, or with Dick who really thought he was a rapper), so he goes along with it, talking about Tim’s “people” and why he can’t stay on land. Queue a dramatic full of adventure stories where he was taken away from his land and...and Bruce realizes the boy is kinda telling Aquaman’s story (that he probably learned by hacking into Batman’s secret files he has on everyone). He seems to really believe it...When they get back home, Tim is suspicious because there is no ocean, but his dad convinces him that the pool is said ocean, and Tim solemnly say “good bye” to Bruce, before dipping into the water. Of course, Bruce keeps an eye on him, because in the state he is there might be accidents, but Tim just lays there, on his back, floating around and mumbling about fish species he knows. Eventually, the cold water gets to him and he finally comes back to his senses. Bruce helps him out of the pool, and Tim goes to sleep, wrapped in blankets, holding his dad’s hand. 

CASSANDRA

She had to have a rather heavy mouth surgery after an accident, and woke up ,slowly, in a hospital bed. Bruce was there of course, waiting patiently, worried, and hoping she’d wake up soon. It was nerve wracking to wait for your child to be better ! When she does wake up, she doesn’t even look lost or anything, although the surgeon told Bruce that she was probably gonna be feeling a little hazy and such. So the fact she seems totally fine reassures her dad. And then suddenly she throws her blanket off of her, stands up so fast that Bruce’s brain doesn’t have time to react, and walks to the nearest fire alarm. She looks at Bruce straight in the eyes, pull the alarm, and just says : 

“Shit’s fire.” 

DAMIAN

He had to have a minor surgery on his jaw, but was still put under anesthetic. Bruce, having witnessed his other kids under it, is ready to have a good laugh...But his boy is just sitting there, waiting for his father to fill in some paperwork and pay for the surgery. Yeah sure, it’s a little weird that he keeps petting his tongue but, ya know, maybe he’s feeling weird because his entire mouth is numb. Then Bruce is done with paperworks and such, and goes to Damian, who proceeds to tell him he got “a ‘ew ‘at” (a new cat)...

“Um. Really, champ ? Uuuh...Where is it ?” ----> Bruce playing along. And then Damian looks at him and breaks into a huge goofy smile and says : “’Ight ‘ere.” (Right here) Showing the tongue he has been petting for the past twenty minutes. Damian then tells to whoever goes by that he has a new cat and asks them if they want to pet him. Bruce takes him home, laughing to himself all the way, and promises a Damian who came back to his senses that this little story will indeed stay between them. 

BRUCE 

Not actually him after dentist, but something I thought about a lot :

Dentist : “Mister Wayne, do you grind your teeth ?” 

Bruce : “Yes. Have you seen how many children I have ?” 

Also, he waits the last minute before having to urgently remove his wisdom teeth, because the big bad bat is...afraid of the dentist. Alfred has to go with him. Bruce makes sure all the kids are busy this day, to their great disappointment...Alfred takes a lot of video for them (because it’s unfair he got to see them all floozy and they didn’t). The kids make a montage of it and post it on YouTube, as well as on instagram stories, calling it : “Is Bruce Wayne ok ?”, and it’s like a bunch of short images of what Bruce did after his surgery, still under the anesthetic’s influence. Him crying, him laughing like a mad man the second after, him hugging a pillow shaped like a tooth and refusing to let go because he thinks it’s the one they took out of his mouth, blabbering nonsense, asking for a “taco milkshake” etc etc...Of course, video went viral. 

ALFRED 

Has apparently nothing wrong with him, which is infuriating to the family who was really expecting him to have something that they could eventually use against him. Since he “raised” most of the them, he has way too much leverage against them, and they have way too little. But he’s just normal, and it’s so annoying. 

Up until they come home, and he goes in the kitchen, ignores Bruce telling him that he needs to get some rest, and proceeds to whip a five course meal, making the weirdest combination ever...Porridge and Turkey ? Saurkraut in an Enchilada ? Salt and Vinegar chips in a smoothie ?

STEPHANIE

Bruce picks her up after her wisdom teeth removal (it’sjusttheeasythinghaha), along with Tim, and she has that dreamy look in her eyes. Tim asks her if she’s alright, and she’s like : 

“The dentist said I need a crown.” 

Tim and Bruce are a little perplex, like, this doesn’t sound nice ? But then Steph looks at them and just says : 

“I said, I KNOW RIGHT ?! Guys. I’m going to be a queen.” 

Queue Bruce and Tim smiling, and Steph mumbling something about how one day, she’ll be the boss of them haha. 

DUKE

Of course, Bruce went with Duke because...Well, he unfortunately has no one else :/. And when you have any sort of surgery, it’s nice to have someone you trust with you. So. Anyway. Surgery goes on, and Duke wakes up after a few hours, a little out of it. He looks at Bruce, smiles and is like : “Hiii Brush !” while laughing a little to himself. Which makes B smile too, but then he gets worried because all of a sudden, Duke freezes, and stares at the nurse. Then after a few seconds he’s whispering to Bruce : 

“Hey, hey, why didn’t you tell me that Céline Dion was my nurse ?” 

Evidently, Bruce is confused. Duke then proceeds to admit his biggest guilty pleasure is to blast Céline Dion’s songs when he’s alone. Gushes over that nurse that looks NOTHING like Céline Dion, but he’s SURE it’s her. He blushes and is embarassed because he’s such a fan ! But then finally asks for an autograph, sings her songs badly (even worst with all the gauze in his mouth), and leaves the room, holding onto Bruce, with tears in his eyes because man...he just met Céline Dion ! 

BARBARA

Wakes up from having her wisdom teeth removed, crying, admitting that she killed the president...Which one ? Martin Van Buren of course. Spends the next few minutes crying about how she’s a disgrace to her family because she killed someone and HER DAD IS A COP !! Starts to sing : “Mammmaaaaaaaa, I killed a maaaaaaan” while still crying. But then suddenly is sure that she actually got framed, and becomes super suspicious of everyone, everything culminating when Dick comes to pick her up to bring her home and she thinks he’s the one that is “blackmailing” her, so she takes a run for it...Dick gets Barbara back to her place with a black eye, saying “I don’t want to talk about it” to Commissioner Gordon. Haha. 

LUCAS FOX :

As the dentists says : “I need to put some bitewings in your mouth for the X-rays ok ?”

Luke Fox : “Bat...wing ? Oh. OH ! BATWING !” Hahahaha (could also work with David of course). 

************

Ok done. Again, nothing to take too seriously, it’s obviously just a few little jokes :). Wanted to share nonetheless, I like writing “domestic” lighthearted Batfam stuffs...haha ^^' .

Ah and yeah I know some members of the Batfam extended family (it’s pretty big now) are missing, but I guess it just means I’ll make another post about it hehe. So please, don’t give me too much grief about those I “forgot”, it was getting too long ^^. 

#Bruce Wayne #Batfam #Richard Grayson #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cain #Damian Wayne #Batman #Nightwing #Robin #Red Hood #Red Robin #Batgirl #Blackbat #Duke Thomas #Barbara Gordon #Luke Fox #Stephanie Brown #The Signal #Batwing #Alfred Pennyworth #James Gordon #DC #Just some random #Batfam and friends #fun #not to be taken too #seriously of course #and booooom :D

[se7enforse7en]

One — Great Tree Moon

synopsis: THE ALLURE OF DARKNESS WAS ATTRACTIVE TO THOSE STAINED IN THE LIGHT. Nyx Νύχτα grasped the idea long ago. The native to the empire had understood the balance between dark and light for too long. One couldn’t survive without the other. The darkness had stained her long ago while the light had barely reached out even in the light of day. Even now, as she was shrouded in darkness in the night. There was not a single soul who had only one within them. And while she had known that long ago, she found that lesson even more apparent in the company of the religious organization she's been aware of her whole life - the church of Seiros. Their influence had been felt all throughout Fodlan for quite some time. In that influence, stood the future of Fodlan nobility & lesser folk. The heads of Fhaerghus, The Empire, & The Ancestor Alliance are led into greatness by their time at the Monastery, a school meant to shape them into kings and queens. Hundreds of years of success have allowed boasting. However, in the year 1186, things don't go as easily. For Nyx Νύχτα, she's a part of an ugly score in a history she wished she never knew about.

pairings: multiple oc’s x multiple characters / mostly dimitri x oc / sylvain x oc / m!byleth x claude / f!byleth x edelgard

genre: angst, romance, drama

warnings: strong language, blood, death, basically over the top angst

parts: one / two / three / four / five

THE ALLURE OF DARKNESS WAS ATTRACTIVE TO THOSE STAINED IN THE LIGHT. Nyx Νύχτα grasped the idea long ago. The native to the empire had understood the balance between dark and light for too long. One couldn’t survive without the other. The darkness had stained her long ago while the light had barely reached out even in the light of day. Even now, as she was shrouded in darkness in the night.

She walked through the camp stationed in the woods, belonging to a certain Jeralt Eisner, The Blade Breaker. Her heeled boots created a pattern of quiet footsteps as she made a beeline for the man’s tent. Her cloak flowed around her, covering a majority of her figure. Her black but snug tunic was visible underneath, the arms being cut off for comfort. Her knuckles were adorned with fingerless gloves as her legs were hugged tight by her cotton but semi-gold laced pants. Her sword fit perfectly in it’s holder amongst her waist as the belt had been secured from long ago. Underneath her sheathed weapon, pieces of empire fabric had been tied around her waist with a gold trinket or two holding it in place. Over all of that had been an overcoat worthy of a rogue. It had contrasted the palette of her equipment with a glorious red & black lining apparent.

Her raven-like locks had been tied as a mod-long braid with somewhat intricate braid patterns. A braid in itself was found near the beginning of her locks to the back of it, making a braided circle of sorts. It had been a bit elaborate for the swordswoman but it had been functional for the time being. The tent’s flaps had been obstructed as she moved it aside, walking towards the twins she had been looking for.

The pair of dark bluenettes had their gazes on different maps, intently studying them. They had always been intense for their own good and perhaps their individual bad. Stepping further on, she alerted the two as they spared a slight glance in her direction. She slightly met their gazes quickly enough. “Byleth,” she called out to them both, not realizing they whipped their heads up simultaneously. “Eh, Aether?” She clarified awkwardly as Hemera, the other twin, had gone back to her intense study of the maps. “Where’s Jeralt? We need to talk, pronto.” She quipped a raised eyebrow at the armor clad boy as he thought about the last he had seen of his blonde father.

“I believe he was in the back of the tent over, Nyx.”

“Thanks,” she raised an obligatory hand as quick thanks before heading to the mentioned tent with motivation. As predicted, the blonde mercenary had been writing down a few things of his own. She could only assume it was some important document or something he’d only read. She smirked at his calm form, his eyes focused merely on his pen & quill. The candle near his face showed little way to his scars as well. “Still writing in that diary of yours?”

“You shouldn’t be sneaking up on people, kid.” His head shot up to her gaze as he stood up from his little writings. He bundled all the papers together, as to not have it so easily seen. “I thought you were coming next week for that village I told you about.”

“Well,” she reached into one of her several pockets for the pristine envelope. It had barely been touched so it’d contain it’s contents in a clean matter. “We need to talk about this.” His face morphed into confusion whilst she sighed. “Do not play dumb, Jeralt. You’re too old for that and I’m sure those wonder twins would delight in some secrets.” It had been clear the last few words had been in humor but even Jeralt could find it concerning.

“Maybe I just forgot about it for a moment?”

“Maybe.” She handed him the white envelope, sure to not crinkle it. His rough hands take hold of it. Opening it, his mind flooded with memories of writing the exact letter weeks beforehand. He sighs. He forgot just how pissed she was going to be at his most recent letter. “Mind explaining what the fuck you wrote?”

“Nyx—“

“‘There’s no more information,’ he says,” she mocks the older mercenary as recalls his exact words. “‘It will be fine,’ he says. No information, my ass!” Her eyes twitch in anger as he looks to the side, almost guilt ridden. “I know for a fact that there’s something you’re hiding.”

“What reason would I have to hide anything?”

‘Far too many,’ the voice rang in her mind. She scoffed at him as she thought on the voice she’d been too familiar with. His deep and firm voice held his usual tone of distrust. In her own mind, he slightly gritted his teeth as his smooth, golden brown skin felt aflame at the suspicions he held. He had his own qualms about Jeralt, the Blade Breaker or rather, Jeralt Eisner. They didn’t know much of him before his twins’ birth. It was natural to be suspicious. The only non-suspicious element was the twins, themselves. They felt. . . oddly familiar to them both and it was clear they held no unnecessary secrets. ‘He won’t say shit, especially if it concerns that pair.’

‘I know. We might as well be back at square one,’ she thought to herself, making sure not to voice her response to the voice she’d grown accustomed to. Narrowing her eyes, she crosses her arms. “If you don’t want to admit it, I have no safe way of getting it from you, anyways. I just hope whatever you’re hiding doesn’t harm those two.”

“We both share that hope, Nyx.” He sighed as he brought a hand to scratch the back of his head. He could still feel the woman’s glare upon him. He had his own reasons for his choices and he was sure nothing he did would be out in the open so soon. Too bad he couldn’t see the future. “Nonetheless, I need to know if you’re still willing to help for next week’s job.”

She laughed. He got right to business, even as she was pissed at the older man. The voice in her mind had an equally hearty laugh before settling in his hard throne. He stared forward with his golden but white tinted eyes. His black & white threaded hair fell behind him, allowing him to be at slight ease once more. Rolling her eyes, she raises her hands in a slumped manner to signal her defeat. “Fine. I won’t forget your little secrets or your wittle diary either, Eisner.”

“Hmph, I know—“ he began to chuckle before they heard the laboured breaths of his men. They came bustling in, undoubtedly tired with his armor weighing him down.

“S-Sir Jeralt!”

“What is it?” He had told his soldiers to not disturb him at many times of the night unless utterly necessary.

“T-T-There’s been an emergency, sir! Three kids. There’s bandits!”

‘Well, that’s intriguing.’

#fire emblem #fire emblem 16 #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #dimitri blaiddyd #felix fraldarius #sylvain gautier #ashe ubert #ingrid brandl galatea

[muse-milkaelis]

Hey! I was wondering if you would be willing to do match ups? If so, all the information you need is literally the only post on my blog. I have no gender preference And if not, then I just wanna tell you that you are freaking amazing and I'm so glad I found your blog. It killed a good 30 minutes of my bountiful time (thanks for that, virus). 30 minutes I've been spared from the numbing boredom. :)

Awh, darling~ You’re so sweet! In all seriousness, we’re very happy we could be of some entertainment during this time of sheer boredom lol That, and I personally have been tired of seeing the same posts over and over in this fandom SO I’m more than happy to create! ((p.s. Your comments on some of our posts are also really interesting to read, we appreciate your insight!))

As for a match up, honestly I’ve never done one before.... so this will be a first- I’m open to the idea of them, but I suppose that all depends on how well this one is received?

Don’t know how well this will go so imma just dive in--

You were matched up with: Claude Faustus

And before you hit that unfollow button-- Here’s why!

Honestly, I personally love the physical appearance of you two together. You would both make an amazing tall ass power couple who give each other shit CONSTANTLY.

Roasting is a regular thing between you--most of the time, it’s how you two show affection towards one another.

You both are highly intellectual so it makes for some very interesting and heated debates 

The amount of silent asexual power play going on is hot. (Yes, I realize the irony of this statement.)

Claude is a possessive being and as such, your need to be an attention whore is both entertaining and very frustrating

 He admires your “I don’t give a flying fuck” will-do attitude. Not many human girls can achieve this,

As for you being an extroverted-introvert, Claude can relate. You both can equally steal the attention of a room as quick as you want to leave it.

Personal headcanon: Claude makes some of the silks you use as an aerialist

The both of you enjoy being entangled in silk(y webs) high up in the air. 

Second match-up contender: Bard 

Hope you enjoyed these?? I thought they were fun to think up. Your bio was very detailed so it helped :)

Cheers!

oxox, Rane

#november-solarstorms #claude faustus #match-ups #kuroshitsuji #black butler

[nicolewrites]

We Stand, Fate-Tested - VIII

D&D took up much more time than I anticipated which is why this is late haha. 

Rating: T+ Genre: Mystery, Friendship, Romance Characters: [Byleth/My Unit, Dimitri B.], [Byleth/My Unit, Claude R.] Words: 6,249

A birthday party gives Byleth a headache. / Claude unmasks an enemy. 

AO3 | FFN

VIII - Complications

Garreg Mach University - 10 Lone Moon, 733 AU

"How's your neck today, Byleth?" Harriet asked as she entered the lab.

Byleth turned her head experimentally. There was still a twinge of pain when her jaw angled towards her right shoulder, but it was much, much better than it had been directly after the crash.

"It's alright," she replied. She kept her eyes focused on the screen of the computer in front of her, hoping the post-doc would leave her alone if she was clear she didn't want to talk about it. Thankfully, Harriet got the hint and settled down at her own workstation, leaving Byleth alone.

Since the crash, Byleth felt like she was being babied. Flayn called her every night to check up on her and Seteth never left her alone on-site during the dig. He also seemed keen on having one of his other students in the lab whenever Byleth was there as if she was just going to keel over on her own. It was starting to get annoying.

Out of the four people in the car, Byleth felt like she had gotten off the easiest. Edelgard was recovering from a not-so-fun concussion, Claude had fractured his arm in three places, and Dimitri was another story entirely. While he wasn't as physically hurt as the rest of them, the accident had dredged up some horrible psychological trauma for him and he had been basically catatonic for a week, responding only to the gentle prodding of his childhood friends who knew him best.

Edelgard's father had wanted her to return to Fhirdiad where she could be safe and guarded, but she had protested, staying on in all of her classes as well as the dig in the pinnacle of stubbornness. Claude had had his archery season cut short which was definitely annoying, but he still managed to keep his head up and help out on site, despite lacking the use of his left arm.

The crash had been the subject of several tabloid stories for about a week before Edelgard's father finally managed to get it snuffed out. It had been strange to get sympathetic glances wherever she went and to hear the murmured whispers behind her back. It still happened occasionally, but it helped that Edelgard, Claude, and even Dimitri were good at ignoring rumours and pretending that nothing had happened.

Claude had been spending a lot of time in the lab with Byleth when he wasn't in class. He claimed it was because he needed to feel useful to the team somehow since he thought his arm was impeding the dig. Byleth never protested his company. He never pushed her to talk about the crash or its lead up, instead chattering about history and whatever artifacts they were working with. It was both a pleasant distraction and a welcome motivator.

The door to the lab swung open and Byleth glanced up. Seteth strode in, looking more stressed than she'd seen him in a long time, not counting the look of despair he'd worn when he'd visited her at the hospital. Byleth straightened in her seat as Seteth hung his jacket by the door.

"Seteth?" she inquired to her advisor.

Seteth turned towards her when she spoke and Byleth caught the hint of guilt that rapidly spread across his face as he did so. Byleth frowned and pushed her chair back.

"What is it?" she demanded.

Seteth glanced at Harriet who was working away at her own computer with headphones in and he walked towards Byleth, sinking into the seat next to her. "I received some news today," he admitted.

He passed her a folder that he had been holding and Byleth flipped to the first page in it. It was a letter from the Fhirdiad Museum. She scanned it and felt her features twist into a scowl as she processed the words on the page.

"Cancel the dig? They want you to call it all off? Because of a car accident?"

Seteth sighed and took the folder back from her. "Byleth, you were run off the road. That's not just a car accident. You happened to be with three of the most famous youths in the country at the time while on an equipment retrieval trip for a sponsored dig. That's not good press."

Byleth huffed. "And we're all fine and still ready to work on the dig. They can't just cancel it! You've been working towards this for so long. We've only barely started the work we wanted to do. We just got structural approval for the eastern chambers and we're only now passing where Dr. Charon got to. If we don't do this now, there's no telling when the next time someone will be allowed to excavate down there."

Seteth's expression flashed with guilt again. "I was the one who proposed cancelling the dig," he admitted quietly. "There is no history or discovery that is worth the lives of students."

Byleth's hands slammed against the desk and she shot to her feet. Harriet looked over at the disturbance. "You don't even know that that was what any of this was about," she hissed. "You can't throw this away just because of one thing, Seteth."

Seteth looked tired, but he didn't argue with her. Byleth frowned and stepped away from her desk. She grabbed her purse and jacket from by the door and gave him one last hurt look.

"I'm going for lunch," she said shortly.

She made it almost out of the building when her phone started buzzing in her pocket. She huffed and fished it out, expecting to see Seteth's caller ID. It wasn't him calling so Byleth answered and pressed the phone against her face.

"Claude?"

"Teach! Exciting news! We've finally gotten everything organized for Friday so we can start inviting people now," he said cheerfully through the phone.

Byleth laughed faintly. "Inviting people?"

"It's Ignatz's birthday on Friday and we're having a surprise party for him. Consider this an official invite."

"A birthday party? Claude, I don't know," she began, but he cut her off.

"Don't worry about not knowing people. It's Ignatz, so we're keeping it relatively small. The whole undergrad dig team is getting invited, plus the archery team, plus our roommates so you'll probably know almost everyone that's there."

She huffed a laugh. "When and where?"

She could practically hear the smile on his face through the phone. "Friday at 9 at our place. I'll text you the address."

"I haven't said yes yet," she pointed out.

Claude chuckled. "You asked when. For you, Teach, that's a yes."

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Golden Deer House, University Suburbs - 14 Lone Moon, 733 AU

Byleth knocked on the door with the backs of her knuckles. Her toe tapped against the stone of the doorstep as she took in the house again. It was a beautiful place: something much more extravagant than she had expected for a bunch of students. She had almost wondered if Claude had given her the wrong address until she saw the wire cutout of a deer stuck into the garden and she had chuckled to herself.

After a moment, the door swung inward and Byleth was met with a grinning Hilda. She blinked in surprise at the sight of another of her former students. Hilda's hair was pulled up and she was wearing a flashy silver top and a cute skirt. Hilda stepped backwards and gestured for Byleth to come inside.

"Uh, thanks," she mumbled. "And hi, Hilda, I didn't know you'd be here."

Hilda snorted a laugh as Byleth stepped inside and slid off her boots. "Wow Claude really didn't explain anything, did he? I live here. This whole place is a bunch of Golden Deer in our year. We've been living together since our second year."

"So, it's you, Claude, Ignatz, and," she trailed off, waiting for Hilda to continue the list.

"Lorenz, Marianne, Lysithea, Raphael, and Leonie. You know Lorenz and Lysithea, obviously. Marianne is my best friend and Raph and Ignatz are from the same small town. Leonie's from eastern Fódlan. Most of us are in fourth year, but little Lysithea is in her third year and Leonie's doing five years because of her job," Hilda explained, tapping her fingers as she counted out her roommates.

Byleth furrowed her brow. "Wait, Leonie Plinecky?"

Hilda blinked, her pink eyes widening a bit as Byleth caught her off guard. "Yeah. Do you know her?"

Byleth laughed to herself. "Yeah, she used to take self-defence from my dad," she explained.

Hilda shrugged. "Huh, small world I guess. Now, come on. Ignatz is already here and we did indeed scare the shit out of him with this party. You've got to say hello."

Hilda linked her elbow with Byleth's and dragged her through the living room towards what Byleth assumed to be the kitchen. She recognized a few of the faces in the living room that were drinking and playing games from around campus, the time she went to one of Claude's archery competitions or people Claude had exchanged words with when they had been together on various occasions.

In the kitchen, Byleth recognized more people. There was Ignatz, Lorenz, Annette, Ingrid, Lysithea, Dimitri, one of Dimitri and Ingrid's other friends with dark hair who she thought was named Felix, a boy she recognized from the archery team, plus a few others, and of course, Claude. Lorenz spotted them first and wandered over. Hilda dropped Byleth's arm and planted a light kiss on Lorenz's lips. Byleth blinked in surprise, but her attention was quickly drawn to Claude who had beelined to her side.

"Teach! You're late," he teased.

Byleth rolled her eyes. "You said 9, it's only 10."

"Hello Byleth," Ignatz said brightly. He was wearing a crooked birthday hat and Byleth laughed at both it and the blush on his cheeks.

"Happy birthday," she replied.

"Ignatz! I got it working!" the hulking young man next to Ignatz said, practically shoving his phone in the smaller boy's face.

Ignatz's smile grew and he took the phone. "Maya!" he greeted. Instantly some of the people in the kitchen giggled and started filing out of the room.

Byleth glanced at Claude curiously. He pressed a cup full of some sweet, alcoholic-smelling beverage into her hand and steered her back into the living room.

"That's Raphael," Claude said. "Ignatz is dating his little sister Maya, so that's who's on the phone there. They do long distance, but Ignatz is very sweet and loyal as I'm sure you could guess."

Byleth smiled. "That's sweet." Her eyes wandered the party until they landed on Hilda again who was tucked against Lorenz's side this time. She raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know that was a thing," she said quietly to Claude.

He followed her gaze and laughed. "Oh man, that's a heck of a story. They've been together for almost three years now though, so I guess it's working."

Byleth was about to press him for details when she felt a tug on the arm that Claude wasn't occupying. She turned, so that she didn't spill her drink, and found herself face to face with a grinning, pink-cheeked Annette.

"Hi, Byleth! I didn't know you were coming!" Annette said cheerfully.

Byleth smiled at her former student. "Yeah, it was kind of last minute, but I'm glad to be here." She sipped her drink and was momentarily impressed by the strength. Most university parties supplied watered-down drinks, but this was something pretty heavy-hitting.

"Claude, I bet that's your doing," said the young man standing next to Annette. He had slightly curly silver-coloured hair and bright green eyes. He was holding Annette's hand and Byleth knew she recognized him from the archery team.

Claude winked. "You bet, Ashe," he said.

"Claude!" a loud voice called suddenly, causing all four of them to turn towards the table where cups were lined up to play pong. "Just because you have a bum arm, don't think you're getting out of this!"

Byleth gave Claude a side-look. "Is that Leonie?"

He laughed. "Yeah. We make a decent pong pair and even the bad arm," he shifted the arm that was still in the sling, "apparently doesn't get me out of that."

Byleth took another long drink and looked back at Annette and Ashe. "I'm good here. Go play."

Claude grinned at her and Byleth felt her stomach warm. She turned back to Annette and Ashe and took another sip of her drink.

"I'm Byleth, by the way. I think we met very briefly once."

Ashe nodded. "Yeah, I think you came to an archery comp. You were the Archaeology TA, right?"

Annette nodded. "Yup! And she works with us on the excavation process."

Ashe brightened. "Oh yeah! That whole thing is so cool."

A girl with a long dark purple braid suddenly popped out of the crowd and grinned at them. "Annette, may I be borrowing your boyfriend? Claude challenged my pride and I intend to be showing him his place."

Annette laughed and nudged Ashe. "Of course, Petra. I'll come and watch too!"

Ashe and Petra immediately headed for where Claude had vanished off to. Annette lingered for a moment longer, glancing between Byleth and the table. "You should come watch," she suggested lightly.

Before Byleth could reply, Hilda had reappeared at her side, linking arms with her again. "I've got her from here, Annie. Go watch Ashe and Petra destroy Claude and Leonie again."

Annette grinned and vanished into the group of people. Hilda peered into Byleth's almost empty cup and immediately steered her back towards the kitchen to get a refill. She filled Byleth's cup and grabbed one of her own, waving at Ignatz and Raphael who were sitting in the corner still talking over Skype to Raph's sister. Hilda then dragged her out the opposite side of the kitchen into what was probably supposed to be a dining room. Ingrid, Dimitri, their friend, and a girl with faint, silvery-blue hair were sitting on the far side of the room, chatting, but they didn't seem to pay Hilda and Byleth any mind.

"So, you and Claude are pretty tight, aren't you?" Hilda said, turning back to her.

Byleth took a sip of her drink. "We're friends," she said. "He pestered me a bunch last semester until we started meeting up to discuss my research. Most of what we talk about is history related anyways," she deflected.

Hilda rolled her eyes. "Look, I've hooked up with Claude. I know what infatuated Claude looks like."

Byleth didn't know what was more surprising to her: the fact that Hilda and Claude had hooked up or the fact that Hilda thought Claude liked her. Hilda noted the surprise on Byleth's expression and laughed.

"Oh come on, you haven't heard that story? In first year, Claude and I were flirting it up when we both met Lorenz. Lorenz and I also hit it off. Claude and Lorenz naturally hated each other, but once they found out I was kind of seeing both of them they united into hating me for all of like two weeks until Claude got his head out of his ass and Lorenz and I had a chat. I'm kind of the whole reason this house exists since Lorenz and Claude hated each other before they both united against me."

Byleth laughed shortly unintentionally. "Wow, not sure that's something to be proud of."

Hilda shrugged, smirking. "Claude's my best friend and Lorenz and I have been steady for a couple of years. I think it worked out okay."

Byleth giggled lightly. "Sure, sure." Her gaze wandered to the other side of the room where there were the other four. "I know Ingrid and Dimitri, obviously, but who are the others?"

Hilda followed her gaze. "That's Felix, Ingrid's boyfriend, and Marianne, my best friend and totally not Dimitri's girlfriend." She said the last part sarcastically and Byleth smiled faintly.

Marianne was very pretty and Dimitri kept casting her quiet, affectionate looks. They certainly looked like a couple. Felix and Ingrid, on the other hand, were much less lovey-dovey looking, but they certainly looked comfortable with each other.

"Drama with that is that Ingrid was dating Felix's brother Glenn when he died. Ingrid and Felix got together a couple of months ago after a lot of dancing around," Hilda continued.

The story clicked in Byleth's head. She lowered her voice to an almost whisper. "Glenn died in the same crash that killed Dimitri's parents, right?"

Hilda nodded. "Yeah," her smile dropped a bit, "it's pretty sad." She shook her head and turned her full attention back to Byleth. "But, I'm here to bother you about Claude! What's really going on with you guys?"

Byleth shook her head. "Nothing, Hilda, I swear. We're friends." A spark of pain flared behind her eyes and Byleth grit her teeth. Her headaches had been more frequent and much worse since the crash and she had been hoping to get through the night without any more of them.

She downed the rest of her drink and felt the alcohol sting her throat as she swallowed. Hilda finally seemed to take the hint that there was nothing more to talk about and shrugged. She bid Byleth a farewell and darted back to the rest of the party to play hostess. Byleth cast Ingrid and Dimitri's group a glance and felt another headache rip through her mind.

She shook her head and slid out the side door of the dining room into the main hallway. Annette and Ashe had apparently migrated there and were chatting with Linhardt and a boy Byleth faintly recalled to be Linhardt's boyfriend. Pain pulsed in her skull again and she winced faintly. She needed to get somewhere quiet. She quickly slipped past the group and found a flight of stairs leading up. There appeared to be a glorious absence of loud music and chatter from upstairs so she headed up, massaging her temples as she went.

She closed her eyes briefly at the top of the stairs and almost keeled over as another sudden sharp pain flared behind her eyes. She saw white for a moment and something that she could have sworn was Annette and Ingrid's boyfriend Felix. Byleth staggered into the nearest room which happened to be the bathroom and sunk onto the floor. She leant against the cool bathtub and rubbed her temples.

A few more images flashed in her brain: Ashe and Petra wearing strange clothes, Lorenz and Marianne sharing tea, Ingrid riding horseback with a man who looked like her other friend Sylvain, and Dimitri extending a hand to Byleth with a soft smile on his face. She exhaled heavily and rubbed at her head, trying to get the images to fade.

"Byleth?" a voice called softly. She snapped her head up and saw Claude standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking concerned. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, sealing out most of the noise from the party. "Are you alright?"

She smiled faintly as her headache pulsed again, but more weakly. "Just a headache. I needed a breather."

Claude drifted towards her and sat next to her, leaning his back against the tub as well. "I get that," he admitted. "Linhardt said he saw you heading up here and I figured I'd come to check in."

Byleth nodded. "Ah," she agreed faintly. The headache faded more until she was almost feeling like herself again, just definitely drunker than she normally was. "Did you and Leonie win?"

Claude snorted. "Nope. Ashe and Petra murdered us. Leonie mentioned that you guys know each other though."

Byleth smiled faintly and nodded. "Yeah, she knew my dad pretty well."

Claude winced. "Sorry."

Byleth shrugged. "It happens," she mumbled in reply.

"Are you really okay though? You kind of looked like you were in pain."

She shifted so that their shoulders were pressing against each other. "Headaches," she explained. "At first it was just the usual stuff I've been getting since the crash, but," she trailed off, not sure if she should mention the roiling feeling of wrong that had settled in her stomach since she'd first arrived at the party.

Claude twisted so that they were making eye contact, but their shoulders remained a point of contact. "But?" he prompted softly.

She sighed. She had trusted him with many of her strange dreams and feelings in the last eight months so she didn't see a reason to hide anything else from him. "I feel like everything is wrong. Everyone is talking to the wrong people. Everyone is acting strangely."

"The wrong people?"

"Annette and Felix, Ingrid and Sylvain, Lysithea and Linhardt, Lorenz and Marianne, Ashe and Petra," she listed off-handedly. "That feels right. Not, whatever is actually happening."

Claude's brows furrowed. "Strange," he mumbled. "Do you think this has anything to do with the dreams?"

Byleth dropped her gaze down and shrugged. "I have no idea," she confessed. Her head was starting to feel foggier and less painful. Claude's solid presence next to her felt comfortable.

She looked up and was almost taken aback by the startling green of his eyes. They had made eye contact dozens and dozens of times since they'd met, but he'd never induced the strange warmth in her stomach that she was feeling right then. She exhaled shallowly and studied his face.

Claude's breathing echoed hers as his eyes flicked over her face noticeably. She could smell a hint of alcohol on his breath and she knew that she herself was fairly tipsy, but she couldn't remove herself from the moment.

"Is this wrong too?" he asked quietly. Something unreadable and serious flashed in his eyes and Byleth's chest contracted a bit.

"Yes," she confessed just as softly.

"You're impossible to read sometimes," he said. "But," he inhaled slowly and Byleth watched his gaze noticeably dart to her lips, "I still think I'm crazy about you."

She leaned forward and kissed him.

His lips were warm and softer than she was expecting and he reciprocated the kiss immediately. It wasn't the best angle with them still awkwardly shoulder to shoulder and with their backs against the bathtub, but the kiss made something simmer warmly in her stomach. His shoulder shifted and his right hand, the uninjured one, came up and cupped her face as he pulled back to breathe before kissing her again.

Byleth felt a twinge of stiffness in her neck and a tightness in her chest due to the lack of air, so she leaned back, gasping. Looking into Claude's heavy, green-eyed gaze, the words he'd spoken to her sunk in and Byleth's whole being twisted viciously with a sense of wrong. She jerked back away from his touch, her neck protesting the movement. Her palms thudded against the bathroom tile to catch her weight before she tipped to the ground.

Claude looked startled. "By," he started gently.

Byleth's breathing sped up. It was shallow and fast and the room suddenly felt too warm. "I have to go," she said suddenly.

Hurt flashed across Claude's expression as she scrambled to her feet, ignoring her alcohol-induced wobbliness and the headache that had sprung back to the front of her mind. He looked like he was about to protest again so she bolted.

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Infirmary, Garreg Mach Monastery - 2 Lone Moon, 7 AU

Byleth came to feeling like she had been trampled by a pegasus. Her body was aching and there was a sharper, razor-like throb from the side of her ribs. She blinked and saw a faint glimmer of candlelight nearby. There was a blurry figure sitting next to her, dabbing a cool cloth on her forehead. The cloth jerked back as Byleth blinked again and she heard a familiar gasp.

"Professor!" the familiar voice exclaimed and Byleth's vision cleared enough that she saw Annette sitting next to her, looking incredibly relieved.

Byleth's throat felt dry and sore when she tried to speak. Her words came out breathy and almost as a whisper. "What happened?"

For a second, her mind was blank, but when Annette's features twisted into deeper concern, the memories came rushing back. Byleth jolted and immediately tried to sit up, ignoring the lingering pain in her side.

"Dimitri!" she exclaimed.

"Please, Professor!" Annette said sternly, gently pressing her back into the mattress. "You were very hurt. You need to stay down."

Byleth listened, settling back against the mattress, but a cold fear spread to her limbs. "Where is Dimitri?" she asked again.

Annette sighed slowly. "He's going to be alright. Don't worry."

The cold panic and fear drained away slowly and she tilted her head a bit, checking out the rest of the room. There was no one else in the infirmary besides the two of them, but one of the other beds looked like it had had some recent use.

"Where is he?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"I believe he's with Sylvain, Ashe, Dedue, and Felix," Annette answered. She furrowed her brows at Byleth. "You were both hit with powerful dark magic spells, Professor, but I think the fact that he wasn't also stabbed helped with that."

Annette fetched Byleth some water and sent a monk to fetch Mercedes while she answered more of Byleth's questions. She had been unconscious for almost two full days. Dimitri had woken up in the afternoon yesterday. They hadn't caught any of the people who had attacked them. No one else was hurt or targeted in the attack. The perpetrators hadn't left much of a trace besides the magic traces on Byleth and Dimitri after they'd been knocked down.

Byleth recalled the blade suddenly. "I need to talk to Sylvain," she said breathlessly.

"You're not going anywhere until I check you over, Professor," Mercedes called from the entrance to the infirmary. "That magic did a number on both you and Dimitri, but I've never seen anyone react to it quite like you did, Professor."

Byleth frowned. "Annette, please fetch my husband and the others. Especially Sylvain. It's important."

Annette nodded and Mercedes took her place, asking Byleth a million questions about how she was feeling and if she was in any pain. After another Heal spell and a few more swallowed herbs, Mercedes checked the sword wound. It was almost completely healed, but the healer let out a startled gasp that had Byleth twisting her shirt up further to try and see what Mercedes had seen.

She had basically removed it when she saw it: a burn scar kind of in the shape of a star right over her heart. The skin was tender, but the burn appeared to have healed itself and Byleth recalled the intensity of the wave of white magic she had released to repel their attackers.

"What is that?" she asked quietly.

Mercedes shook her head, looking puzzled. "It looks like a white magic burn. Dimitri didn't mention they used white magic too."

Byleth exhaled slowly. She knew where the burn had come from, but how was she supposed to tell her dear friend that it had been self-inflicted by the power sizzling in her veins that was eating her alive. Before anything else could be said, there was a sharp rap at the door and Byleth yanked her shirt down, making herself decent.

"Come in," she called before Mercedes could ask for a bit more time.

Dimitri burst into the room and hightailed it to her side. He basically fell to his knees next to her and Byleth saw the hurt and pain and love in his gaze as he reached up to touch her face. "You're alright," he breathed.

"You're okay too," she replied, lifting one of her own hands to cup his jaw.

Their moment was interrupted by the arrival of the rest of their friends and Dimitri quickly stood and pulled up a chair next to Byleth's bed. He and Mercedes helped her sit up so that she could face all of her friends. The entire group of her former students were present, minus Felix and Ingrid.

"Sylvain," Byleth started, focussing on the northern Faerghus noble. "Has Sreng ever struck this far south?"

He seemed alarmed at her question and shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "They press at the border, but I've never heard of them striking at the heart of Fódlan."

Byleth exhaled warily. "How has the border been?"

He frowned. "Chaotic. They come and go, but I had believed we were reaching an agreement recently since I took over for my father."

"The blade had Sreng lettering," Byleth confessed.

Annette's breath hitched. "What?" she squeaked.

Dimitri looked troubled at the news. "It did?"

Byleth closed her eyes, conjuring the memory of it. She was quite sure. "It did."

Sylvain ran a hand through his hair, looking distressed. "The Sreng people are warriors. They do a lot of weapons trading. Perhaps this was an attempt to frame them."

Dedue folded his arms and looked down, something dark crossing his expression. "This information mustn't leave this room. There will be slaughters if it gets out."

"Yes," Seteth agreed as he strode into the room. He dipped his head to both Byleth and Dimitri in respect. "It is good to see you are recovering Your Grace, Your Majesty. I agree with Dedue here that we must not let the word of a potential attack from Sreng get out. In fact, I would recommend we try to limit the spread of the attack entirely. It would not do well to know that someone got close enough to render both of you unconscious."

Ashe nodded. "I asked Petra and our guards to return to Brigid without me. If the information does get out, I would like her not to be here. Foreign powers interfering at a time like this would be bad." He looked guilty for a moment and Byleth knew it was the guilt of leaving his wife so soon after they had been wed as equals in Brigid. "I hope my skills are still welcomed here," he added quietly.

Byleth nodded. "Ashe, you are always welcome. I agree with Seteth, though." She looked around the room at her trusted friends. "News of the attack does not leave this room," she said sternly.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

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Garreg Mach Monastery - 9 Lone Moon, 7 AU

Byleth was in the market when she heard the crowing of a wyvern. She snapped her head up and spotted the white beast descending towards the stable, followed by a brown wyvern. Her lips parted in surprise. She knew that wyvern and she had no idea what it was doing here. She smiled politely to the vendor she had been speaking with and excused herself, making quickly towards the stables.

Claude was assisting his two companions down off of the second mount by the time she had arrived. Byleth's steps faltered and she stared at the Almyran King for a long time. Claude helped Lysithea down and said something quietly to the third new arrival, Linhardt, before he turned and finally noticed her. He grinned.

"Hello, Your Grace," he said lightly. There was a familiar teasing lilt to his voice and Byleth could only stare dumbly at him.

"What are you doing here, Claude?" she demanded after a moment.

His grin twisted into a sly smirk. "I figured you could use a dark magic specialist and someone who has some ideas who might be interesting to you," he offered, gesturing to Lysithea and then Linhardt.

Lysithea brushed off her skirt and sent Claude a dirty look. "He's being evasive, as always, but he did bring us some interesting news."

Byleth furrowed her brow and stared at Claude again. "How did you know?"

He shrugged. "I'm good at knowing things."

Byleth scowled at him. "This information wasn't supposed to leave the monastery grounds," she said firmly.

Claude winked. "Good thing we're on the grounds then." Byleth scowled, but he continued before she could interrupt him. "Gather your group. This information is probably more than you're expecting."

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They met in Byleth's study. Dedue, Mercedes, Ashe, Dimitri, Claude, Lysithea, Seteth, and Linhardt stood and sat around the room each wearing an expression of varied discomfort and concern. Sylvain, Felix, and Annette had had to return home for their children's sakes and Sylvain was also looking into the Sreng lead.

Byleth turned the paper in her hands over. It bore Hubert's writing and detailed the activities of the dark group that had assisted in the Empire during the Unification War. Linhardt had presented it to her along with a few more just like it that he had recovered from the Vestra estate after the war. Apparently he had been doing his own research from Ordelia territory where he had settled with Lysithea after the two of them successfully had Lysithea's Crests removed and dissolved her noble house.

Claude, of course, had gotten wind of their work and the attack at Garreg Mach and had apparently drawn a thread connecting the two. He had brought them to the monastery to discuss their research and Lysithea's past experience with them. She shared her horrible childhood trauma where she had had her second Crest implanted and Dimitri's breath caught when she had described the fading of her hair's pigment and the weakness the second Crest had imposed upon her.

The group, dubbed Those Who Slither in the Dark, according to Hubert's notes, were apparently vehemently against the children of the goddess and had fantastical weaponry and dark magic mages, including Cornelia and Solon. Dedue and Dimitri had both stiffened when Byleth had read about Cornelia and her involvement in what Hubert described as the orchestrated Tragedy of Duscur.

Byleth placed the last letter down on her desk and frowned. "Claude, you're saying these people are the ones who attacked Dimitri and I?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, but it certainly seems more likely than a Sreng invasion and assault to me. If I had to guess, I would say their target was just you, Byleth, and that Dimitri was meant more as a personal attack. If you give Linhardt and me more time, we could probably work with Hubert's notes more and figure out where they're hiding. Then we can remove them and remove the threat entirely."

"No," Seteth cut in sharply. His face was pale and Byleth bit her lip as she studied her advisor. "Doing so will only create bigger targets on both His Majesty and Her Grace. If you pursue this, they could only come after you harder and if you're wrong, then you are chasing empty threads into the wind and letting the true culprits get away."

Lysithea scowled. "We're not wrong. The Hades spell that struck Byleth and Dimitri was strong enough to take them both down. I know that spell," she asserted. "I have met very few people who could cast it at that strength. We're not wrong."

"Even so," Dedue said, "I agree with Seteth. We can look into it, but His Majesty and Her Grace should not be leading any charges. It endangers them too much."

Dedue's compromise settled the animosity in the room, but Byleth felt frustrated. She was tired of being protected. These attackers had tried to kill both her and her husband in their home. She wanted to remove them personally. Dimitri looked conflicted and Byleth instantly understood. He felt the same way she did, but he obviously did not want to put her in any more danger, just like how she wanted to keep him from further danger. Claude had said the target was likely just her, so she wanted to protect Dimitri as much as she wanted.

She took a deep breath. "I give you permission to look into this further," she conceded. "But, no one will be taking any offensive action until we reassess."

Dimitri frowned at her, but he didn't argue. Dedue and Seteth looked placated and Mercedes and Ashe nodded in agreement as well. Linhardt gave her a cryptic look but didn't argue. Lysithea huffed and narrowed her eyes. Claude simply studied her, his expression unreadable. Byleth inclined her chin and refused to show her hand.

"Now, I believe this discussion has concluded. We should all go for dinner." She smiled at Lysithea and Linhardt. "We have friends visiting, after all."

Her companions accepted her suggestion and began making their way out of the room. Claude and Dimitri lingered until it was only the three of them left. Dimitri looked between her and Claude twice, but the Almyran King didn't even flinch.

"My love," Byleth said gently, "I would like to speak with Claude briefly about handling private matters of state. We'll join you in a few minutes."

Dimitri looked only partially convinced, but he kissed Byleth gently on the lips and made his way out of the room, leaving her alone with Claude. Claude raised an eyebrow at the door as it shut behind Dimitri.

"Private matters?" he inquired.

Byleth took a deep breath and folded her hands atop the desk. "We're going to finish this," she said firmly. "We stamp them out and remove the threat as soon as you figure out where they would be."

Claude's eyes narrowed. "You didn't send everyone away to tell me you're going against the direct council of your closest companions."

"No," Byleth agreed. "I sent everyone away to tell you we're going to do this without Dimitri."

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Hi, I’m a horrible human.

I wrote this thing, so here you go!

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What if the three house lords became children thanks to a spell?

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Suddenly, three screams came from an unknown room. Geez, how many rooms were in this monastery, anyway?

It seemed nobody else heard the sound, so I assumed it was up to me to find the source. I had to make sure everything was alright before heading back to the classroom where the Black Eagle students were headed. Anyway, I head to the door, and cracked it open just a little, making sure nothing would leap out. “Not a single sound...hopefully everything is alright…” I whisper to myself before opening the door the rest of the way.

Oh my ever loving Sothis.

To what might as well have been my horror, three small figures peered at me. This must be a nightmare...or some sick joke.

“No, you dummy! Of course it’s real! You got knocked in the head with a club earlier today, remember?” Sothis’ voice rang as she spoke.

“Sothis, now is not the time.”

I walk over to get a closer look at the three people, and again to my shock, they look exactly like Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude respectively. What seemed to be their school uniforms were wickedly big on them, and because of that, they fell over when they tried to stand.

“Do I even want to know what happened?” I say, raising an eyebrow. They said nothing. At that, I heaved a sigh. I don’t get paid enough to deal with this…

“Well...alright. Let’s get you three to Manuela to see if there’s a way to get you back to normal.”

When I finished speaking, Edelgard managed to get her uniform in such a position so she could stand up, and walked to my side. Claude, however, came up with his brilliant plan to get up on my shoulder. Dimitri seemed too scared to stand up for some reason. I guessed it was best to carry him.

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“Oh… Oh my…”

“What is it, Manuela? Is it something that can’t be cured?” I said, somewhat frantically.

“Not that it can’t be cured, per se, but…” Manuela went on with a distressed tone mixed with an uncertain frown.

“But what?”

“It’ll take time for that spell to wear off. The question is how long, depending on the potency of that specific spell.”

Dammit. Now I’ll have to watch over three toddlers somehow and still be expected to carry out my duties. Just what I needed.

“You dragged yourself into this.”

Gee thanks, Sothis. As if I wasn’t aware of that in the first place!

“Just… Please, figure out how long it’ll take to wear off.”

“I’d say in about a day, though I’ll need to look over a few things, so it might be longer. Could you watch over them until it does?”

“I can try, hopefully Lady Rhea can alter my schedule or something.” I said as I scoop the three house leaders into my arms. “What do I need to do to watch over them, exactly?”

Manuela giggled. “I’m sure you’ll figure that out soon enough, Professor. Good day.” she giggled again as she left.

Well, a day or two won’t be that bad, right?

—————————————————————

Shit.

One hour and my room is a complete disaster. Figures. I can’t keep my eyes off of those three for a second! If only I could get some advice…

Dimitri started wailing once there was a knock on the door. In my desperate attempt to calm him down, I then heard the door slam into part of the wall. Which, in turn, caused the crown prince of Faerghus to scream even louder. Claude just stared in curiosity while hanging from the ceiling, and even then I wonder how he did that, while Edelgard covered her ears with a pillow.

“I gotta say, kid. You’re doing a decent job keeping yourself together.” Father remarked as he made his presence known.

“That’s incorrect.” I sigh. “I feel wickedly exhausted already and I can barely tear my eyes off of them without one crying or another object broken.” Finally, Dimitri stopped his cries. A relief to my ears.

“How long until the stupid thing will be done and over with?”

“A day or so. Hopefully. Manuela said it had something to do with the potency of some spell. Do you...know of anything I can do to keep them from destroying everything or screaming?”

“You’d be better off with trying to make the gremlins go to sleep.” Father sighed. “It’s pretty much the only thing that keeps them quiet and from causing mass destruction.”

“Gee thanks, Father. I know that, but how do I make them tired?”

My father opened his mouth to say something just as soon as Claude bolted out of the room as fast as his little legs could go. Which was unbelievably fast. I didn’t say another word before I took off after him. I cannot trust him out of anyone to not stay out of trouble. Yet I was already too late…

There was the stench of rotten meat everywhere.

Lady Rhea—the poor woman—was completely drenched in water.

Thanks to Claude, Seteth has made me his sworn enemy, or so I guessed from his soul-revealing glare. Yet the Archbishop laughed.

I stopped, completely out of break. Damn that kid is fast… Better leave it to the guards to catch him.

“Got rather busy, I see? And with quite the troublemaker, too.”

“I…” I panted. “I’m sorry...about him…”

“It’s alright, Professor.” Lady Rhea said calmly as she placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll get the guards to go after him. How about you keep your eye on the other two?”

I nod, my dry throat and exhaustion catching up to me. I slowly make my way back to my quarters. My father left, it seems. Dimitri curled himself up with one of my overcoats as Edelgard stayed wide awake, gazing out the window. She looked terribly sad…

Her thoughts seemed to have escaped her as I pat a spot on my bed, seeing if she wanted to join me. She did, oddly enough, making herself comfortable while making sure she was as close to me as she possibly could. Poor girl must’ve had a bad memory resurface, by the look of things. It was silent, for a while.

“P...Professor…?” Edelgard’s tiny voice squeaked.

“Yes, Edelgard?”

“Can you...call me El? My older sisters used to call me that...before...you know…”

That moment of tension caused her to sniffle. I gently traced a single scar on her back, which might’ve been one of her worst. “Hey, it’s okay. I can call you that, if you wish. But all things aside, if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you know where to find me, alright?”

“Alright…”

More silence filled the room as Edelgard scooted herself upward, allowing her head to rest on my chest as she promptly fell asleep. A good thing, yet very curious. Soon enough, there was this warm, but indescribable feeling deep within my chest. When I put my hand on it, I, of course, felt nothing. There was nothing. No heartbeat…

I still held Edelgard close. What happened to her was one of the worst things I could possibly think of. All I could do now was be there for her to lean on, to be there to comfort her whenever needed. Despite being numb to some emotion, I felt...warm, I felt relaxed, and...it felt...right, somehow.

“Professor, are you...smiling?”

“What do you mean…?”

Edelgard seemed embarrassed when she asked that question. Avoided eye contact all together. “Er...it’s nothing…”

“If you say so.”

If only my heart actually beat...then perhaps Edelgard would be more relaxed. It might not be the case for her slight fidgeting, but she did cling. Was this...due to all of those experiments? Was she scared of letting anyone close to her go? I can’t change the past, no matter how hard I try…

“May I ask you something, Professor…?” Edelgard said quietly.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Do you… Do you think that those who suffer can be saved…?” Edelgard sounded hesitant, afraid. “That...when given a hand to hold, can escape…?”

“It depends. It depends on the person, what said person is struggling with coping, and the person who reached out to them. Not everyone can escape their traumatic childhoods, but if I had to offer my opinion, it would be that anyone could use that experience to change the world.”

The white-haired girl that made her home in my lap blinked with such wonder that I didn’t dare to try and understand. And yet, she frowned, her small arms wrapping around me and clutching my overcoat. “I want to change the world...for the better. You’ll help me...right?” she whispered as her body began to shake.

Edelgard relaxed as soon as I put a hand on the back of her head, gently threading my fingers through the strands of colorless hair. I always wondered what Edelgard’s natural hair color was, but then again she’d look beautiful no matter what.

She nudged me gently, her head burying itself in my chest. “I hate it. My entire body is scarred… I don’t doubt they won’t heal, but...they look horrific.”

Not to say that I didn’t agree. Some scars bore bad memories, others embarrassing accidents, but I had to shake my head. “El, that’s not entirely correct. They might look horrific to you, reminding you of those painful memories, yet in actuality, they only add more value in who you are. The scars made you the woman you are today, did they not? I believe that they enhance your beauty.”

Oh Goddess, I can’t believe I just said that.

Edelgard, however, grinned. “Thank you, Professor!”

The moment of peace was interrupted by Claude being gently shoved into the room, looking very disappointed. He yawned, crawling onto the bed next to Dimitri, who surprisingly was still asleep.

Hopefully the spell that made them like this would wear off. Soon.

“I guess it’s time for bed.” I yawn, looking back at Edelgard who leaned on my shoulder, fast asleep.

I lay down and pull the covers and sheets over my body, which made Claude and Dimitri move in order to stay warm, so the three huddled around me when they forced themselves under the sheet.

Soon enough, I shut my eyes, a curious warmth dwelling within my chest.

—————————————————————

Snap!

I jolted awake as soon as I felt something crushing me. Whatever it was, it was almost suffocating me. Until I realize…

The spell wore off. In my bedroom. On my bed. And it caused me to be in need of a new bed.

Something moved and immediately panicked. I opened a single eye, and Dimitri was awake, back to normal. One thing I did notice, his face was bright red.

Claude also moved, beginning to snicker, but stopped as soon as he realized what had happened. He was going to have an earful, that much was certain.

Edelgard stirred, but didn’t stand up like Claude and Dimitri did. Instead, she looked at who she was laying against and quickly rolled over, internally screaming.

They all demanded to know what happened yesterday. After I finished telling the story, they all had various responses.

Dimitri ran out of the room.

Claude laughed to hide his embarrassment.

And Edelgard…

Edelgard profusely apologized and hurried away to her quarters.

It was quite an interesting day. The three could barely even speak to me without growing flushed in the face. They did snap out of it later, when the fiasco was long such forgotten.

Oh, and the bed? I got a new one. Frankly, nobody dared to ask how it broke.

#edeleth #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #based on an art of an artist I forgot #text dump bc i’m an idiot #I WANT TO HUG THEM

[starry-bi-sky]

Malevolent Au

It’s not complete, but on the Felinette Discord we made an au based off the song ‘Queen of Mean’!

@unmaskedagain idk if this’ll help you get ideas, since I found your fic after I made the au, but I hope you like it anyways!

Me - Black, Bee - Orange, Lefty - Blue

Okay but guys

A modified version of ‘Queen Of Mean’ as an akumanette

Idk if this has a bittersweet ending or a bad ending but either way it’s salty and not ending in the class’s favor

Her akuma item would probably be her ribbons because I don’t want that for tikki

I’m thinking that Akumanette has an outfit that looks like a suit but there’s a skirt-tail type thing that ends at her ankles. Idk how to explain it other than it’s fancy but practical

It’s black and red

There’s black paint on her face that serves as the mask and she has her hair in a braided ponytail and she has a circlet with black framing and a red gem in the center

She’s terrifying and one of the more fashionable akumas

I don’t have the story fully fleshed out but smth happens that Lila blames Marinette for and Alya, when she’s yelling at Marinette, calls her the ‘Queen of Mean’ and Marinette, tired of literally everything just says ‘if that’s what you think, then fine’ in this really cold tone before storming off

Maybe she goes to the theater room or something, she just goes to an empty classroom to rant

She’s too exhausted to fight back the akuma and maybe Tiki says ‘you deserve a break, it’s not healthy to keep all these emotions bottled up, I know you won’t do anything bad’ but just to be safe Marinette takes out the earring before the akuma gets close so it possesses the ribbons instead

Akumanette (who I will be calling Malevolent for the time being) manages to get CN’s ring and the other miraculi too, but instead of going to Hawkmoth she goes to her room to hide them before going on the hunt for Hawkmoth because she needs his miraculous too

I have no doubt that she toys with them, picking them off one by one

Then gets Hawkmoth in a big spectacular moment

Or maybe she's made copies of the miraculous for cosplay and goes to meet him with those, the old switcheroo and she takes him out while hes distracted

Could be interesting if, as part of her power, she could corrupt the miraculouses and give them to the people who upset/offended her. But instead of giving them powers, they were warped to instead punish the wearer in a way that fits the miraculous's original intent. Kinda a reversal on the way she gave out the miraculouses and granted powers before. Like, the Black Cat Miraculous, it causes the person to relive their most painful memories as the element of destruction, and the fox one forces the wearer to tell the truth no matter what, or traps them in an illusion or something.

And maybe how she goes to a new school. And meeting the others was maybe when shes revealed as the akuma she claims shes had enough of her classmates shit and exposes what they did to her live on tv and her parents transfer her because of all the stress they put her under. She's never become an akuma before. And just because of one lying little brat, their daughter has become one of the strongest akumas they've ever seen

And she gives the miraculi back to Fu apologizing out her butt for everything...but he just lets her keep the earrings, fearing that something grander may be at scale...but he refuses to give the ring back to Adrien because had he been by Mari's side, they wouldve been able to prevent the akuma and help Mari over come Lie-la.

And now Fu chooses a new Black Cat for Mari....

I would assume that the peacock is still lost....maybe Adri could find it amd becomes determined to get both his ring and. "His" lady back from that Fake Cat

And maybe before the ring gets taken Adrien has no idea who the akuma is because Marinette returns to class all normal if just closed off and even after he doesn’t know until it’s revealed to everyone. The whole of Paris is wondering where tf LB is everyone Malevolent shows her face

Or she could claim that she took the earrings before Ladybug even had a chance~

So the whole of Paris is rightly terrified

And the QK kids are slightly cautious but they see the nerd trip and get flustered then they just decide that she's totally fine to hang out with

Ooh why would they be cautious?

The QK would totally be the ones to find out Marinette’s the akuma first and they’re all really concerned for their friend because she’s been an akuma for MONTHS now and what happened that made her such a powerful akuma?

But if she just transformed back and went to the new school, wouldnt u be cautious too

Like

ThTS THE GIRL WHO BROUGHT PARIS TO ITS KNEES TO BEG FOR MERCY

and she chose mercy

Imagine...what it would take to bring her, the strongest akuma to kill all of Paris

(I should probably point out that I’m still going off the idea that Marinette is still Malevolent when she goes to her new school, feel free to ask for clarification if you’re still confused)

“Be wary of the quiet ones, the sweet ones, the kind ones, because they’re the ones with the saddest smiles, the darkest pasts. They’re the ones you watch out, for even demons run when good men go to war.”

Hawkmoth, once he realizes that Malevolent is on the prowl for him, tries to call back the akuma, but because of Marinette’s sheer stubborn will power and the help of Nooroo he can’t do it

So he’s basically useless as Malevolent numbers his days as a super villain

Maybe Malevolent only comes out at night. She has less chance of being seen, less chance of being caught

Except that just makes her 10x more terrifying because in the daylight she’s scary enough as it is, but at night the shadows highlight only half of her face and it makes her harder to see

Maybe Malevolent decides to torment her classmates first before picking off the heroes, so perhaps by the time she’s at her new school and prowling at night she’s picking off the heroes one by one

Maybe she does it slowly instead of night by night

And like the first half is her taking the heroes and Hawk down while the other half if her recovering and learning about the new villain and her new allies

She fucking stalks her classmates, planting incriminating evidence. Maybe for Lie-la she records the girl bragging about her lies and how much shes dragged Mari through the mud while shes at home, then the next morning a video is released on the Ladyblog....

The class is rightly scared out of their pants because there’s an akuma after them but they don’t know who and she hasn’t been caught yet

LB is gone and Malevolent, even in the daylight, is hard to see so other than the major bad luck and her first debut there’s almost no trace of her

Her debut was video taped so Paris knows that there’s an akuma on the loose but she’s so quiet that it leaves everyone on edge

Maybe while Malevolent is hunting Hawkmoth she stops other villains like low level (and high profile) criminals and outs corrupt politicians and the likes

And they've obviously taken poor Mari because Mari could never get akumatized! Shes too good!

Oooh!! Going back on the ‘Mari can change out of villain form’ maybe the only proof she’s Malevolent in her civilian form is that her ribbons are a darker red than they should

And poor Mari makes herself smaller and scared hah, as if. These idiots dont know whats gonna hit them.... she looks...terrified~

Her parents try and reassure her that the akuma will be caught and Mari feels bad for tricking them but at the same time she’s still angry so that anger outweighs the guilt

Marinette is paler than she was before akumatization and maybe her eyes are a bit more dull

Or perhaps just a smidge too bright

It’s not noticeable, but there’s just something.. off about her eyes

They look... almost brighter than they should be

Maybe too attentive

Too... analytical

But then the look is gone and perhaps you were just imagining it?

That seems likely

The QK, when they first meet Marinette, adopt her immediately because she’s so pale and small and she looks so tired

And at first Marinette is wary but after Claude trips and falls flat on his face trying to cheer her up she warms up to them

Then one day someone gets a clear full body shot of Malevolent and while QK are looking at it Marinette approaches them and they start noticing... similarities

Like how her ribbons are the same color as her circlet, or how her eyes hold the same wary attentiveness and are the same bright blue

And maybe they try to deny it

But it’s all there

I’m still trying to figure out how Marinette reveals herself as Malevolent

Perhaps a rude encounter with her classmates? Maybe someone tries attacking her friends (Hawkmoth has resorted to using the peacock miraculous at the point maybe) and she saves them??

When she transforms her ribbons wrap around her in a whirlwind

That’s all we got!! Maybe it’ll be continued on, maybe it won’t, but it was super fun to think up!

#personal post #malevolent au #ml salt #felinette discord #adrien salt #felinette #akumatized marinette #akumanette #akumatized marinette dupain cheng