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aegoniiapologist · 1 year

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The Beginning or the End...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Visaera Targaryen) Summary: Visaera is the youngest of the Hightower-Targaryen siblings. She is more of a Targaryen than any of them. Seeing that she believes that neither of the claimed heirs deserve the title of sovereign, she decides that she will find a way to make it hers. In her quest to become Queen she shall find trials and tribulations.. and even a lover.

Warnings: NSFW (eventually), violence, gore, blood, and death.

A/N: Chapter two will be uploaded into two parts since Tumblr will not allow me to upload it into one, so just be prepared.

Chapter 2: The Wars to Come Part 1

As the Keep grew dark with the night, Visaera was preparing herself for the family feast that was called upon last minute by her mother, the Queen. Festivities were to begin once Rhaenyra agreed to terms or once the war was over, neither of Visaera’s concern. She had no desire to see either of her siblings sit upon the Iron Throne. Neither were deemed fit in her eyes. Her sister off procreating bastards, bringing shame upon the Targaryen name, and then running off to Dragonstone to only conspire with their uncle to murder her husband… although no one dare speak a word of it, Visaera was certain that’s what transpired. It was not a coincidence the pair married right afterwards. And then her imbecile brother, Gods be good, he himself knew he was not fit for the throne. Often finding himself in the brothels or in the depts of the streets watching bastards and abandoned children fight for food, perhaps even drowning in his cups. He was despicable. How her mother nor father, while he was alive, could never see it was unknowing to her. Since they were to only dine with family for the evening, Visaera allowed Naelys to dress her. In good fashion, Naelys wanted the Princess to stand out, even against her common name, the Light of the Realm, she wanted the girl to shine brighter than anyone else. The hand maiden decided on the mint green long-sleeved dress that flowed oh so effortlessly down her womanly curves and cascaded perfectly against the floors. The thin golden belts sat in the middle of her gown, hugging right underneath her breasts. Her hair laid down her back, the loose waves dressing the middle of her back. “It is time, my princess…” The woman spoke as she took a step back to admire the royal girl she waited on. The princess nodded and opened her chamber doors to see the face of her familiar guard, Ser Woodry. “Good evening, Ser.” The knight nodded and replied niceties. The pair met two more Kingsguard at the doors to the royals’ personal dining room. “The Princess Visaera, your Grace.” The older, gray-haired knight announced to the King, her brother, a formality Visaera would need to get used to. The room was filled alreadyl it was almost normal for her to be the final one in any room that her siblings occupied. As the Princess took a seat, Aegon had let a wicked smirk fall upon his plush, pink lips, “Ah yes, my sweet sister, Princess Visaera!” He clamored, “Mother should I do the honors? Or you?” It was if he was begging to let the news come from him. “Actually, Your Grace, I would like to make the announcement, if you will allow it?” Otto said, his wrinkled hands clasped together in front of his plate. Aegon bowed his head and motioned his hand to tell his grandfather to proceed, the smirk still wearing on his face. “As you do know, granddaughter, you’ve had many great Lords within the Seven Kingdoms ask for a marriage pact with you. The council, as well as The King has decided to betroth you to Aemond. He will take you to wife and the two of you shall strengthen the bloodline.” His words seemed to echo in Visaera’s ears, her world seeming to be yanked from her yet again. First her father is dead, and now she shall marry the brother that goes out of his way to torment her. Nothing else mattered; not the food, not the company, not even the icy stare her betrothed now gave her.

As the feast concluded, Visaera made leave back to her apartments. As her steps grew nearer and nearer to the large, dark wooden doors that encased her quarters the dragon’s blood that ran through her veins seemed to boil. To marry Aemond means to marry a menace; a bully… someone who would enslave her as his wife. Her hands gripped her bedframe, her knuckles whitening at the vise grip she held. If she were any stronger, one would say the wooden would crack and fray. It was the hour of the bat when Visaera contemplated leaving the Keep… maybe if she were beyond the walls of the sacred castle, she would drown within the crowds of common folk and be forgotten. Obviously not, she thought… especially not with the Targaryen silver hair and the eyes that possessed the color of the skies and clouds.

The Princess began to skim her clothing, looking for the dark cloak that she had found in one of her sisters, Rhaenyra’s old rooms. To no avail did she find the cloak… a sign escaping her precious lips as she hung her head. She begged silently to the Gods to allow the item to appear, and Gods knew she did indeed search her chamber for the cloak. Visaera seemed to lose time trying to find the damned thing, eventually just giving up. But, she would not be retiring to her bed for the remainder of the night. The girl made way to those same doors that entrapped her, opening them ever so slightly to not make a sound before slipping out into the halls. It was the dead of night, the Keep was sound asleep, not even the Kingsguard were roaming the hallway. Especially since Visaera dismissed her own upon her arrival back to her rooms. Her footsteps could barely be heard as she rushed through the castle grounds. The girl found herself in the garden, sitting at the seat that seemed closest to the moon. Her thoughts seemed to lose her. How would she proceed in life now that pieces of her were to be whittled away piece by piece by her evil one-eyed brother? Her thoughts flooded her to the point of tears, not that she noticed or even much cared since there were no one in sight to wonder… yet she did feel as if she were being watched, but certainly not at this time, not this late.

The hour of ghosts was soon upon Visaera, the present feeling of being watched growing as she sat, silently praying to the Seven. Hands fell on her shoulders, forcing the Princess to jump, her eyes widened at the sudden presence. “Come to watch the moon, whore?” The words only worsened the girl’s condition, her eyes closing to try to prevent any more tear shed. “What would mother think of her daughter roaming the Keep at this time of night? Mm, sneaking out to seek a suitor like our older sister possibly?” Aemond was incredibly close to Visaera, his breath hot on her ear. “Dear brother, I just needed a moment to seek out the guidance of the Gods..” She did not even convince herself as the whisper left her. The grip on her shoulders tightened and Visaera coiled forward before standing, now facing her menacing brother. Aemond circled her now, “You will be such a good little wife once you’ve been broken in.” Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched, the words making her want to cut him down with whatever weapon she could get her hands on. “Is that what you think, you one-eyed bastard?” She spat through gritted teeth. “Now sister, I would hate to have to show you now to be respectful to your future husband.” He was toying with her again, trying to get a rise from her to see if she would over step. And over step she did. Visaera was swift at grabbing the dagger Aemond possessed at the front of his belt, the same dagger her held to her throat was now about to be pressed to his. Aemond knowing her all to well, grabbed her wrist and squeezed. He squeezed so hard that Visaera winced and dropped the dagger, her body dropping with it as Aemond towered over her. The hold on her only seemed to tighten, the older brother’s face twisting in the amusement of his own sister’s torment. Surely her skin would bruise, if her hand did not fall off from the pressure he administered. Visaera choked on her sobs, her head hung low in defeat as she cried. “Mind aōla mandia, iksā ñuhon sir. Kesan smother aōha perzy” Mind yourself sister, you are mine now. I will smother your fire. With that, he let her go. “Get up. I will escort you back to your chambers.” He was not kind or smooth, but rigid and cold. Yanking his betrothed up by her arm like as if she were a prisoner. Aemond had brought Visaera to her quarters like he told her he would, but not without shoving her inside and warning her not to leave again until asked for.

Once morning came a few short hours later, Naelys was in her chambers to awaken the princess. Just as she did most mornings, the older woman brushed Visaera’s hair from her face and patted her arm gently, “Good morrow Princess…” Her voice smooth as butter as Visaera’s eyes opened. She groaned and the throbbing headache she was instantly shot with. This is what I get for crying so much. “Heavens, Naelys, get the maesters… I feel like I have steel through my head.” She poor girl moaned. Naelys frowned at the girl’s discomfort and took leave to do as she was told. Per the request of the Princess, the maesters made her a tea for her troubles.

Aemond’s warning played repeatedly in Visaera’s head�� so desperately did she wish to roam the castle, something she never wanted to do before. She was confined to her chambers so it seemed. But defiant as ever was she. Despite the dark purple and blue hues that scattered her wrist being a reminder of Aemond’s wrath, Visaera left her chambers to find some peace. Only to be met with Ser Woodry, “Good morrow, Princess.” His friendly smile greeting her. The girl grinned, “Good morrow, Ser Goodry. Hope all is well…” She spoke kindly; Ser Woodry had been apart of the Kingsguard for what seemed like ages, his cool gray hair showing just that. “I’ll not be needing any company today, Ser. Hopefully this shall give you leave to find a pleasure that suites you.” She nodded. “Ah yes, my Princess. To you as well.” Ser Woodry had always given Visaera her liberties without a single word to another. He respected the crown just as much as he loved his time away from his duties.

Grazing the halls freely, Visaera found herself in the nest of the Red Keep that is the library. She loved the way it smelled of pine and fresh parchment. The Princess held herself high in regards to her knowledge of histories. One of her favorites just so happened to be the recollection of Aegon’s conquest and how he had two queens by his side. The envy that Visaera held was deep rooted in that she wished to rule the Seven Kingdoms and even then, conquer the lands beyond. She found herself sitting down, reading the words of the Conquest as if they would disappear. She was so focused that she did not see Aemond sit beside her. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that she looked up. Visaera’s eyes seemed to almost pop from her skull, the tiny amount of pigment to her skin seeming to leave. The overwhelming feeling that she was going to suffer painted her conscious. “Worry not. No harm will come to you as of now.” Aemond spoke softly, his hand reaching to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Visaera’s head turned slightly to shy away from him. “As I can recall, I instructed you to stay put, pet. Can you be so insolent?” His tone grew sharp. “I extend my deepest apologies, brother. It was not my intention to disrespect my soon to be husband.” She meant the words to come as light as a feather, but that feather had seemed to have burned to a crisp with the fire that left her. A dark chuckle filled her ears, calloused hands finding the sides of her face. “You are lucky that we must be amongst hundreds for this wedding and that you must speak at it, or I would have your tongue.” He was but centimeters from hers now as he released her face.

Appearances were to be kept up, even with the chaos that was the Greens vs. Blacks. They were few and far between with the coming weeks, yet any time needed, Visaera and Aemond were coupled. The week before they were to be wed, Aemond had Visaera’s belongings moved to his tower so that she would be close. Mostly, the council and the men of House Targaryen were busy planning war, awaiting Rhaenyra’s reply to terms. Of course, Alicent was trying to prevent bloodshed, and that would probably be the wisest for the sake of her children. Afterall, Rhaenyra did have Daemon, and their children from both marriages waged dragons.

It was a brutally cool, windy night within King’s Landing when Visaera was called from her newly acquainted chambers by an appearance from her mother. “News has just arrived that Aemond has returned from Storm’s End with Vhagar.” Something was not quite right, Alicent’s voice seemed to tremble, her lips in a thin line. “Is everything alright?” She called to her mother, standing from the bed. “You need to get dress and meet in the small council immediately.” Alicent told her daughter before leaving. The uneasy tone in her mother’s voice worried her too. It did not take long for Visaera to dress, rushing to see what in the Seven Hells was going on. The dress the Princess adorned, covered everything besides her fingers. The new dresses Visaera wore were one of the same; high neck and long-sleeved. Her porcelain skin had been painted with several splashes of red, violets, blues… some green and yellow in tone. They were created by the harsh hands of Aemond who proved to be so cruel.

Making way to the small council, the yelling could be heard almost hallways away. All silenced when Visaera was announced. Aemond was drenched in both sweat and rain water, his eye looking on with both fury and a tiny hint of guilt. As she was taught to do, Visaera stood beside him, her brows raised in curiosity. “Good of you to show you face, my sweetling,” He hissed through gritted teeth, his head swinging to look at her. “I apologize for my lateness, You Grace.” Ignoring the bouts of her betrothed would be met with consequence, but Visaera prevailed. It was no secret how vile Aemond was towards his wife-to-be, yet no one batted an eye, not even their mother who hushed apologies to her daughter when he was not around. Aegon nodded at his sister and the conversation resumed. “Well brother, now that you’ve slayed our child nephew, I’m sure our dear sister will not stand down from her claim.” So this is what this commotion is about. Aegon shot digs at his younger brother, leaving the two to argue, until Otto silenced them both. Oh, the hold he has got on the two of those morons. Visaera dared not to laugh the way she wanted to. Instead, she did something out of the ordinary… her hand found Aemond’s arm in means of support, the soreness radiating from her shoulder from where he slung her to the ground after a dispute over views. Which was the typical argument… that or her being insubordinate as his betrothed. The slight gesture did not go unnoticed by most of the eyes in the room, but the talks never stopped. Aemond seemed to tense at her touch, quickly relaxing.

Aemond told the tale of how he killed Lucerys Velaryon, how his much smaller, more immature dragon led chase with Vhagar, hurling spouts of fire at the war dragon. Aemond rendered that he had no choice in becoming a kinslayer. Something that most would say shame your House and impose ill will by the Gods upon it. Visaera had heard enough, her silence on the outside, screamed at her on the inside. A boy… a child did not deserve to die, let alone be eat by his uncle’s dragon. There would be no funeral arrangements for her nephew, no body to return to his mother. For that, her heart ached. Her duty to her House and soon to be husband would top that of any sort of feelings of sadness for her sister. The meeting dragged on about what would come next and the war that the Greens would have to win in order to instill prosperity and peace among the Realm. Naught was asked of Visaera, so it was a wonder why she was even called to this council. Nonetheless, the dutiful princess stood tall beside the one-eyed prince.

As the council was called to a close, Aemond and Visaera took leave together, gracing the halls with their footsteps. Once in close quarters to their destination, Aemond took ahold of Visaera’s hip, pushing her up against the stone wall, his cold eyes on hers. Fear ensued, her eyes searching all over Aemond’s face for a sign of what had gotten into him, “I’m unsure of what stunt you think you call pull over the eyes of our council, but fool me you will not!” She was taken back by his words, her loss of her own only fueling he flames. “You will not disrespect me!” It was only then she felt his hand leave her hip and meet her cheek, the fire cackling under her reddening flesh. On instinct, she cradled her cheek. Aemond stood and straightened out his clothes, exhaling a sigh. He took her hand and put it back on his arm and the pair continued their walk to their chambers. Aemond was a man who put duty above all else, so he dared to not share a bed or a room with Visaera, much to her grace. Aemond gave leave to his wife to be and he retired to his own chambers.

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hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji · 1 year

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Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 1

Prompt: Sebastian delivers a letter to his master

You can find all prompts here!

All of these will be uploaded/archived to this blog's Ao3 eventually

Summary: Sebastian delivers a letter and "afternoon sweets" to his young master begrudgingly. His mummy instincts kick in without the demon being aware of it. CW: none! aside from the fact that this is a first draft, sorry for any mistakes... oh and, avoid if you don't like dad/mum-Sebastian I suppose? I may or may not have hinted at a story I'm working on within this, and I may or may not have strayed from the prompt A LOT whilst writing this adkjehaj once I start writing mumbastian I can't stop

With a knock and a smile displayed on his human lips, Sebastian entered the young master’s office. In his hands, the butler held a tray holding a letter, and delicious sweets for his master’s requested… “afternoon sweets”.

That was not a genuine thing nobles had.

But Ciel was also still a child.

The demon’s aesthetic – one hell of a butler - required Sebastian to uphold any requests the young master had, even if those requests came at a stupendously ignorant timing such as two hours before dinner.

His young master never specified that day, though, what snacks he wanted. The routine of getting a nice, sugary snack had become such a regular occurrence that Ciel had gotten lazy with specifying the order. However, Sebastian knew if he entered with fruit, Ciel wouldn’t take it. He’d probably throw it at Sebastian, in all honesty. So…

He’d coated the fruit with a layer of dark, bitter chocolate to make it look like sweets.

It was partly healthy, and wouldn’t ruin the young master’s appetite for later.

“Your afternoon snack, my lord.”

Ciel was sat at his desk, feet up on the table, staring up at the chandelier which Sebastian kept completely dust free. He was bored, finished with work early – as usual.

“What is it?” Ciel asked in a monotone voice.

Sebastian was a demon. Lying came easy to him. But he had promised the young master never to lie to him… “An assortment of sweet goods, my lord. Shaped like fruit.” Technically, that wasn’t a lie. He had chosen grapes, strawberries, cherries – those were sweet fruits. And… well, they were shaped like fruit.

Of course, he could have simply said it was fondue, but grapes weren’t used for fondue… and… the mansion didn’t have a lot of fruit…

That was the young master’s doing.

“That… is new.” No longer bored, Ciel lowered his gaze to glance at the tray Sebastian moved over onto his desk. “They…” Ciel stared down at the “sweets”, seemingly breathless all of a sudden.

“Master?” Sebastian asked with a quirked brow.

“My mother used to bring me these. Although, with her, they were always real fruits underneath.” A small, sad smile appeared on Ciel’s lips. “She didn’t like me snacking on unhealthy things.” He grabbed one of the strawberries, unaware of Sebastian watching with intense eyes. The implication of Sebastian having done the same- no, Sebastian ignored it.

This boy was such a bother… Never before had a contract made Sebastian question his own internal chemistry, also known as emotions.

Ugh.

“How very darling of your mother. Perhaps she didn’t wish you to snack before dinner and ruin your appetite,” Sebastian voiced with an innocent smile, despite the sass present in his voice.

Ciel glared and dropped the fruit. “Whatever.”

“We also received a letter, sir.” With a slight bow, Sebastian offered the letter to Ciel. The bored boy took it and started opening it with a letter opener, leaning back into his chair again.

Silence ensued within the office as Ciel read the letter: “Who is Trancy?”

“I have no idea, my lord,” Sebastian offered with a genuine tone to his voice. “Although the name does ring a bell…”

“Well, we’re invited to a yule ball.” With an annoyed sigh, Ciel flicked the letter to the side. It dangled down to the floor where it stayed until Mey-Rin would clean the office.

Taking the hint that his young master was not going to attend the ball, Sebastian prepared the tray to leave again and continue supervising Bard – or rather, taking over when Bard inevitably screwed up.

“Dinner will be ready in two hours,” Sebastian said with a bow of his head to leave.

Ciel waved him off, not glancing his way as he focused his sudden eager gaze onto the sweets – much more interesting to him than a noble’s festivities. “Thank you, mother-“

Both demon and boy stopped in their tracks, wide eyes staring at each other in shock.

“I-“ Shocked, Ciel opted to glare and slam his hand down onto his desk. “You didn’t hear that.”

“Very well, master,” Sebastian offered with an attempt at a neutral look on his face.

Huh…

“Now leave. I don’t want to see you until dinner.” There was an evident blush on Ciel’s cheeks which Sebastian had learned a long time ago meant humans were embarrassed. He could smell it too along with Ciel’s temperature rising as an embarrassed sweat broke out.

Not saying anything else, Sebastian ignored it – along with his own thoughts and feelings.

How obnoxious. A demon mother would never feed their spawn fruit coated in chocolate. If their spawn didn’t feed at what was offered, they were left to die.

Offended, Sebastian closed the door just in time for Ciel to bite into one of the “sweets” and realise –

“SEBASTIAN!”

Smirking, Sebastian left. The young master had said, after all, that he didn’t want to see him again until dinner.

He would have to eat what was offered by Sebastian if he was hungry.

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sassykattery · 2 years

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Dissolution of the Fire, Pt. 3

Whoa, two uploads, back-to-back? Well, I do love to spoil my sinners. Welcome to part three of this chapter. I'm absolutely eating up your responses. I hope I can continue to deliver for you all. Let's continue.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is human, MC is non-poly. suggestive behavior. Otherwise mostly storyline.

Characters: Lucifer, MC="you", Diavolo, Barbatos, all brothers implied or explicitly mentioned.

Themes: LuciferxMC, slight angst, romance, symbolism if you look for it, foreshadowing if you squint

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Once in the hallway, Lucifer quickly swept you into an empty classroom, locking it and turning to you.

"MC," he muttered, swiftly pulling you into his arms. You stood up on your tiptoes to meet his lips for a kiss. When you settled back on your feet, he continued, "I missed you at breakfast."

Your gaze shifted away, the familiar flame returning to your cheeks. "I just didn't want to deal with the barrage of comments from your brothers after the incident with Mammon," you admitted in a low voice.

"I've already warned them about doing so," Lucifer replied, pressing his forehead down to yours. You looped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around your back, and the two of you started an onslaught of passioned kisses, treating each other to little moans and smiling against one another.

"I believe you're supposed to be escorting me to class now," you murmured against Lucifer's lips.

"Am I? Hmm, I seem to remember you being excused from said class," he replied, now working his way down your neck with kisses.

"Oh? Whatever for?" you asked innocently.

He hummed in reply, his hands now groping at your breasts over your uniform.

"Lucifer..." you whined a little. He looked at you, and you muttered, "Not here..."

A smile curled on his lips and he gave you one more sweet kiss before taking you to his private office at RAD. It was there that he indulged you for the next hour, peppering you with kisses and touches all over.

Sitting in the plush armchair, you looked at the chess set before you. You had arrived at the castle moments ago, and Barbatos escorted you to the common room to wait for your opponent to make his appearance.

"MC," Barbatos said, handing you a cup of tea. You smiled and accepted it politely with your thanks. The butler simply nodded and said, "The young master should be here momentarily."

Though this was your third time playing chess with the Demon Lord, you still felt a bundle of nerves humming in your chest. Looking around, you admired the decor of the room. The royal luxuries were the antithesis of what you were used to at the House, though you enjoyed both equally. One of darkness and with the coziness of what you would call home, but the other of bright gold with timelessness, just without the feel of antiquity.

You didn't hear the prince come in as you gazed upon the walls, and Diavolo stopped short when he saw you looking around. Though you wouldn't know it, his chest squeezed a little when he saw you, and to see you looking around with a soft smile on your face, it was a rather endearing sight, for some reason.

"MC," he said brightly, breaking his trance. You jumped a little and shifted to look at him over your shoulder, your smile widening.

"Good evening, Lord Diavolo," you replied warmly, your eyes crinkling as you greeted him. He sat himself opposite to you, reaching for his teacup before settling back into the chair.

"How are you today, MC?" Diavolo asked, then taking a sip.

"I'm well, thank you for inviting me here," you answered. The prince gave you a nod and set his teacup down.

"Of course, I apologize that I don't invite you hear to play more often, but I found some time today and wanted your company," he stated. You saw a glimmer in his eyes, which caused you to warm a little. With a nod you said,

"That's very kind of you to think of me, I can't wait to play."

"Shall we then?" he asked. You nodded again.

An hour went by, and both of you stared at the chessboard quizzically, unsure of how either of you got there. Much to the surprise of both of you, you two had found yourselves in the draw of insufficient mating material, as it was down to just two kings. Neither of you had ever faced such a situation, and it was rather amusing to the both of you. A smile graced the prince's face finally, and he held out his hand,

"Draw?" he asked.

You snickered and nodded, taking his hand. This was the first time you had ever held Diavolo's hand like that, and it sent little sparks down your spine, to which your smile somewhat fell, and your eyes widened just slightly. His hand was large and warm, and it completely dwarfed yours when he held it. He hesitated for only a split second before releasing you, and he sat back.

In his mind, he was working over what had just happened to you. As the astute demon he was, those little movements, adjustments to posture, or even flicks of the eyes never went unnoticed. However, even as he was thinking this over, he remained calm and happy on the outside.

Barbatos then came in with a fresh pot of tea, refilling both your cups. You gave him your sweet thanks once more, and greedily drank up the delicious new brew, but also trying to avoid having to speak in that moment as you weren't sure what happened to you either.

"So, MC," Diavolo said, setting down his teacup once more, "How are things with you? Are you still finding everything to your liking here in the Devildom?"

Feeling relief as he started a new subject, you nodded, setting down your cup as well. "It's wonderful, Lord Diavolo. I can see the improvements you've made since I've come back the second time. I think we're on track to really strengthen the outlook of the Devildom in terms of habitability for humans."

Diavolo couldn't help but smile at your words. You seemed to know what to say, and of course what you just said was important, but there was one thing he wanted to touch on. "MC, I think you can maybe address me less formally, and just call me Diavolo," he stated.

You shook your head, "I think Lucifer would have my head on a pike if I did that, my lord," you replied with a crooked smile.

"Don't you worry about that. I'm telling you now, and I'm insisting, please," Diavolo said in a lowered voice, notes of seriousness trickling in.

With a small sigh of resignation, you gave him an ornery glance, "Oh, alright, Diavolo," you purred. His eyes were alight at how you said his name.

"Thank you. Now, I'm glad to hear your report, and I hope I can continue to impress you with our upgrades and improvements to my domain," he said more diplomatically. Though, he couldn't keep it up when he looked at you. He wasn't necessarily seeing you in a new light, just looking at you more closely, even more than before.

"Forgive me, MC, but I'd like to ask you something," Diavolo stated.

"I'm listening," you replied.

"How do you feel about me?" he asked smoothly, taking a sip of his tea again.

"Well, I do think of you fondly," you admitted. "I enjoy playing chess with you and having tea together. It's a nice reprieve from the House." You gave it some thought for a minute, pausing. "I would like to think of you as a friend, but I'd hate to presume anything," you finally said.

Hmm, a friend, is it? Well, I certainly don't mind that, he thought to himself.

"That's endearing to know, MC. I should like to think of you as a friend too. I was asking, because I would like to invite you on some outings in the future, and to come to the castle more," Diavolo replied with grace.

With your sweet smile, you said, "I would love that, Diavolo."

Now it was his turn to feel the nerves and electricity in his body as he looked at you. You had a way of charming him in the way you were just sweet, to him and everyone else. He was of course happy to hear your acceptance of his proposal, and he would be sure to find every opportunity he could to try and be near you.

"Then, as friends, I would like to get to know you better. Even with all this time in the Devildom, I hate to admit I don't know that much about you, and I'd like to know more," Diavolo stated.

With a chuckle, you crossed a leg and relaxed into your seat with a slouch, and he enjoyed watching you get comfortable. "What would you like to know that you don't already?"

Over the next couple of hours, you told him about your likes and dislikes. He already knew about your human world life, your family, your accomplishments. All of those were well and fine, but those were things that were more surface level. He was interested in what makes you, you. Your little quirks were charming to him, but he never quite disclosed the same about himself, only asking questions about you. He purely just wanted to hear about you.

As it was getting late, and it would be dinner time soon, and Barbatos had reappeared to remind Diavolo of some work still needing to be done, both of you stood, and there was a slight moment of awkwardness, and feeling cheerful, you asked the prince, "Can I give you a hug?"

Diavolo gave you his mega-watt smile and nodded, opening his arms out to you. With glee, you shot forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, and he engulfed you in his arms. He is perfect for a good hug, you thought. Though, now you got a sense for how large he truly was compared to you. Similarly, Diavolo registered just how small you really were, and it was another charming thing about you to him. He held you until you broke away first, and when you two were apart again, he saw how your eyes danced with unbridled happiness.

"Until next time, Diavolo. I look forward to your next invitation," you said kindly.

"I should expect that to be very soon, MC. Take care," he replied warmly.

As you walked into the House, it was rather quiet. No one greeted you like they normally did, and suddenly memories of this morning came flooding back, and you groaned internally. After stomping into your room, you threw yourself onto your bed, face-down.

Would they start treating me different? Are they upset?

Your heart tore a little at that thought. You loved those brothers more than anything, and if they started treating you differently now, you didn't think you could bare it. Sitting up now, you looked at your D.D.D. and didn't even receive any messages all day.

Dinner time rolled around, and you very quietly made your way to your seat at the dining table after everyone else had already arrived and sat themselves. Most were conversing, and you were grateful that they didn't stop when you arrived as you kept your eyes cast downward. After you started eating, you finally looked up to find Lucifer's penetrating stare on you.

It was a strange look, not one you had particularly seen with him. It didn't wreak of anger, or sadness, or even happiness. It was just a very intense look. You looked around the table, and no one else was really paying attention to either of you, but that was just fine by you.

Though, there was one brother also acting unusual, and that was Mammon. He sat quietly, not interested in the conversations at the table, and he barely looked up from his plate. You felt rather bad, so you made up your mind you would talk to him after dinner.

However, the eldest had other plans for you as you left to wash your plate. As you stood in the kitchen at the sink, if you didn't already feel the large looming presence over you, the cologne and shadow appearing in front of you would give it away eventually. Slowly, you turned to look over your shoulder, and he was still giving you that odd stare as he had at dinner. Your eyebrow shot up as a silent question: What?

"When you have a moment, meet me in my office," he said in his deepest rumbling voice. The hairs on your neck bristled at his tone, and he walked away. You were torn, then, because you still wanted to talk to Mammon, and the longer you put that off, the harder it would be to reconcile with him. But making Lucifer wait wasn't something you made a habit of, so when you finished you made your way to his office.

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‘Sweet Newlywed Life’ Story Event — Premium END [Yoshitsune Route]

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Yuno: Lord Yoshitsune?

(What’s the matter?)

Yoshitsune: That’s…

I followed Yoshitsune’s line of sight to see what he was looking at and…

A man was yelling amidst a crowd of women.

Man: Gather around! In honor of the marriage between the rebel army’s commander Lord Yoshitsune and Yuno, a physician and commoner ——

Man: I’m selling these good luck charms that can solve even the hardest of relationship issues!

On display in front of the man were rouge, hair ornaments, obi pins, and picture scrolls of a couple in love.

Yuno: A commoner…

Yoshitsune: Relationship issues…

Yoshitsune: Are those charms named after us?

Yoshitsune: But I don’t see much of a connection between those items.

Yuno: Yeah… but those women who’ve gathered seem quite interested.

(I was surprised that even the town is celebrating our marriage, but I can’t believe it’s to this extent.)

At that moment, a woman saw us and her eyes widened.

Woman 1: Lord Yoshitsune…!?

Everyone turned their eyes onto us immediately.

(Ah… they noticed us.)

Yoshitsune: Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.

Yoshitsune’s sudden appearance caused the women gathered to get excited.

Woman 2: It’s Lord Yoshitsune himself!

Woman 3: I can’t believe we met him!

(I think anyone would be surprised if he suddenly shows up.)

The women’s high-pitched voices caused a bit of chaos in the area.

The first woman to spot us spoke up nervously.

Woman 1: … L-Lord Yoshitsune, congratulations on your marriage.

The other women started taking turns to congratulate us again after her.

Yoshitsune: Thank you.

Women: …!

I could see that the women had their breath taken away when Yoshitsune’s facial expression softened.

(I can see why they’re all so fascinated with Yoshitsune.)

With just a single ‘thank you’, he’s captivated all the women around him.

I was once again made aware of how charming Yoshitsune is.

Yoshitsune: You sure have some interesting wares.

Man: I’m terribly sorry! Please forgive me, my lord!

(Yoshitsune can also be as scary as a wolf, like this…)

(But I’m sure he won’t punish this man.)

As I watched them with an awkward smile,

Woman 1: Um, Lady Yuno!

A woman who had congratulated us earlier called out to me.

Woman 2: It’s a pleasure to meet you!

Woman 3: Lady Yuno, you are someone a lot of us women admire.

Yuno: Eh? Me?

According to them, my relationship with Yoshitsune looked like it came straight out of a romance story.

(I didn’t think it’d seem this way to them…)

Woman 2: Actually, I’m currently facing some obstacles in my relationship. Your marriage gave me the confidence to believe that all will be well.

Woman 3: I’ll always be rooting for you and Lord Yoshitsune!

Yuno: Oh— thank you.

One of the women then handed me something…

Woman 1: Take this. I wish you and Lord Yoshitsune eternal bliss.

Yuno: This is…

That night ——

Yoshitsune: The dinner you cooked was delicious. Everyone enjoyed it.

Yuno: I’m glad it suit their tastebuds.

It might seem too trival to offer a home-cooked meal as an expression of thanks for blessings received.

(Nevertheless, it’d be nice to slowly return the favour a little at a time in the future.)

(And the townspeople of course… ah, that reminds me…)

Yuno: Look at this, Lord Yoshitsune. I received a talisman from one of the women earlier today…

I took out the talisman tucked away in my kimono.

There was a look of surprise on Yoshitsune’s face when he saw it.

Yoshitsune: … This talisman is a charm to bless someone with a smooth delivery (childbirth).

Yuno: What?

(A smooth delivery!?)

That unexpected phrase had my jaw falling to the ground.

(I tucked it away in my kimono straight away just now because I didn’t know what this talisman was for.)

(But we’re married now, so that sort of thing is bound to happen, right…?)

I got kind of uneasy after finding out what was the effect of the talisman.

(I wonder what he’s thinking…)

When I looked at him to see his reaction, Yoshitsune just sat there with his arms crossed and deep in thought.

Yuno: What’s the matter?

Yoshitsune: I just got hit by the reality that I might become a father one day.

Yoshitsune muttered in a quiet voice while staring into space.

Yoshitsune: I have no memories of my mother’s warmth, neither do I even remember her face. I lived my entire life separated from my immediate family.

Yoshitsune: If I become a father, it means I’ll have another family member to protect apart from you.

Yoshitsune: I don’t know who my parents are, and now that I’m going to be a father… it feels rather strange.

Yuno: Lord Yoshitsune…

His words were heart wrenching.

I hugged Yoshitsune as tightly as I could.

Yuno: In that case, we can learn together.

Yuno: Because if I were to have a child one day, it’ll also be my first time being a mother.

I wrapped my arms around him and said in a clear tone.

Yoshitsune: You’re so warm and you smell nice. I wonder if… it’s really okay for me to be this happy?

Yoshitsune: I’m happy that you’re my wife. But I’m so so happy that… it scares me.

(Why are you making that face…)

Yoshitsune’s faint smile made my heart ache.

His hand gently caressed my cheek, making me look up at him…

Yoshitsune: I can’t stand the thought of losing you. I’ve always known that, but I’m realising it again now.

Yuno: Yoshitsune…

My words were cut off when he sealed my lips with a kiss.

Yuno: Nn…

Yoshitsune slipped his tongue in, immediately making me grip onto his kimono.

As my breath was stolen away, I began to lose all sense…

I felt myself being gently pushed down onto the futon.

Yuno: Lord… Yoshitsune…

When I reached up to touch his face, Yoshitsune frowned.

Yoshitsune: I love you. More than anything else in this world, and… more madly than anyone.

Yoshitsune: Marrying you just made me desire you even more.

Yoshitsune: To the point whereby you might think I’m scary.

I could tell from the sincere look in his eyes how much he meant those words.

(I don’t find those feelings scary…)

Yuno: The only thing that scares me is being separated from you.

Yoshitsune’s eyes narrowed affectionately, as if he was relieved to hear that.

Yoshitsune: … Then I’ll personally make sure that will never happen.

Yuno: Ah…

A moan spilled out of my mouth when he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

He slowly removed my clothes while tracing my bare skin with his lips…

Yuno: L-Lord… Yoshitsune…

I wrapped my arms around my lover’s back, my body and soul taken over by the passion.

Yoshitsune: Have all of me. I want you to know just how crazy in love I am with you.

Made breathless by our passionate love, we drowned ourselves in a sea of happiness.

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ovaryacted · 19 days

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Questions 3 and 30 for the ask game <3

Also hiiiii nic, how've you been? 🩷🩷 I'm so glad the ask box is open again. I hope you are feeling better since you said you were really busy a while ago, if I remember correctly?

Also OH MY GOD THEY WEREN'T KIDDING WHEN THEY SAID COLLEGE LIFE WAS WILDD 😭😭 ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO DATING 💀 tell me why I met this boy and got into a relationship with him after an embarassingly short amount of time, then he lovebombed me, had a mental breakdown, got bored and attempted to fake his own death 😭😭 safe to say we're over, though I'm still a little worried about his mental health lmaoo. It's a shame though, I thought I met my brunette version of Leon Kennedy irl, he was really sweet and dorky and all I could ask for. But whatever, life goes on. I think I might quit dating real men until I graduate tho 💀💀 Leon and Chris it is until then!

Sorry if this felt like a rant, but it was too hilarious not to share 😭😭 I hope you're having better luck with real men than I am nic 🥲 it's okay tho, who needs some crazy Texan nerd when Leon Scott Kennedy is right there?

Also, if you have any vague details to share about your upcoming fics, please do! I always stalk your blog for updates, your writing is just that good!! I can be patient though, no pressure. I hope you're having lovely writing time :3

Take care pookie, sending lots of love <3

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writer ask game

Omg hey new moon anon! It's always so nice to hear from you. 🫶 I'm doing alright for the most part, dealing with migraines so that's fun but I'm handling it. I hope you're doing good too. And yeah, I was busy and a little burnt out from answering all of those asks for like a week straight so I closed my ask box to regroup, but I'm more energetic now so that's good!

#3. how do you feel about your current WIP?

Oh my current WIP is a pain in the ass LMAOO. I've been working on it for like a month on and off and I'm about to revisit it today and re-edit it completely. Sometimes I think I overstress myself about writing certain things because I'm a perfectionist and want to put out stuff that I am happy with, but I'm really hoping I get this done. It's the first chapter of my series, which is hilarious cause I've been drafting this idea out for like 6 months and I still haven't uploaded it. I will though, eventually, I'm just scared about putting it out into the world since it's something I've planned so thoroughly.

#30. share a fic you're especially proud of

I believe I've answered this already but definitely One Of Those Days simply because of how cohesive it is and how easy it was to write. It's one of my favorite things that I've written, and because lord knows I want a dilf to take care of me after a stressful day so it's personal.

Now college boys? Babe, as someone older I'm going to tell you, stay away from them boys at school. Obviously, have fun and be safe duh, but don't let these LEWSERS derail you from your education. I'm sorry that happened though seriously, being lovebombed is the absolute worst thing ever, but he sounds crazy for that like. Don't think that what happened determines your worth romantically, believe me, you will be okay. <3

As for me? I haven't had a man within 6 feet of me in 2 years by choice HAHA. They just get dumber and dumber and frankly I don't want to be stressed so I choose to keep my peace, I can't deal with another dating horror story and trust me I've had plenty. Celibacy does get annoying though, I feel like as you get older, your hormones get out of wack and every ovulation cycle gets more intense. I'm literally at my limit but I'm trying to stay strong and not let the voices get to me. May break my celibacy this summer, I'm feeling reckless, but nobody is a #realfucker like me so I'd rather save myself the dissapointment. Sadly, real men are nothing like the fictional ones we all thirst over, so we must all suffer booo.

And as for my fic ideas, I have a lot written down and I'm actually deviating from Leon Kennedy because I'm fixating over Chris Redfield so I'll tell you some of the things I want to write for him in particular!

Essentially, I have a DDLG fic idea I want to crank out with Chris and it kind of extended to me wanting to create a mini universe of Chris and his sub partner just navigating life and learning more about kinks and how to grow in a dom/sub dynamic. I originally wanted to do that with Leon, but the ideas I had just didn't fit his characterization naturally in my head, it felt forced. And now that I've been doing a fuck ton of character analysis and plotting with Chris, my brain changed and everything that didn't fit Leon fits Chris in my head (because they're foils of each other). So yeah, I'm definitely planning on doing that, probably several different one shots about Chris and his gf in a dom/sub partnership and how they explore it together, and they can all be read as stand-alones or in the same "universe" type of deal.

I'm still hesitant cause of how people think about DDLG as a whole and how they view Chris, but I'm just learning to not give a fuck anymore and post it anyway. :)

#ovaryacted asks #writer ask game #₊˚⊹ ♡ ─ new moon anon 🌑

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shitpostdevil · 22 days

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Epiphany; 1

(((better version uploaded on AO3)))

(Akaza's POV)

I blink slowly as I open my eyes,

my icy gaze fixed on the ceiling

of the dimly lit room I’m laying in.

Where am I?

As my senses come back,

the sweet stench of marechi fills my nostrils.

I cough.

“That explains why I passed out.”

I mutter as I prop myself up on my elbows.

I freeze

because I feel something clinging to me.

I fix my eyes on the man attached to me.

He’s mangled,

and it seems like the blood is his.

There’s another scent in the room,

smells like another demon,

but they’re no longer anywhere in sight.

Probably wandered in here

and didn’t realize who they were dealing with.

I don’t sense them anywhere nearby any longer,

so I assume they got scared off pretty easily.

Or they’re dead, knowing me.

But I remember nothing.

Nothing after-

I take in a sharp breath,

willing the thoughts away.

Not right now.

I have more important things to do.

Like figure out who this half alive human is

that’s bleeding out in my lap.

It’s probably not enough to kill him,

but definitely enough to not make him a threat.

Not that he was to me normally.

It’ll keep him passed out for a good few hours.

Long enough to let me kill him and leave,

although something inside of me tells me

he would be more useful to me if I were to keep him alive.

Master, I’m not sure where I’ve been or who this is,

but his marechi is strong.

I think I want to keep him alive to reap his benefits for longer.

May I have your permission?

I ask Lord Muzan this

even though I have no right after what happened,

or the slightest clue who this is,

but there’s a 50/50 chance that it will work out in my favor.

Yes Akaza, if you want to keep him, you may.

You know what to do if he gets out of line.

I gulp.

I know exactly how to handle that situation.

Thank you, Master.

I pay my gratitude.

I slowly shift the man in my lap to the side,

trying to get him into a better position to be taken care of.

I try to pry his hands from my pants and he stirs,

grip tightening again.

There is no way he can be conscious right now.

“Am I going to die?”

A fragile voice sounds from his body.

“Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

I say stoically,

the grief of my recent loss heavy in my mind

no matter how much I try to forget.

I don’t know how long I was out,

but the memories don’t just go away.

If it wasn’t for that boy in the checkered haori-

No.

He didn’t want to become what I am.

No matter how much I wanted him to stay with me,

Kyojuro wanted to stay human.

It was that same weakness of humanity

that took him from me.

I can feel the rage boil up

and I’m trembling until the man in my lap

pulls me out of my head.

“Oh, good.

I don’t want to stop feeling this yet.

It’s euphoric.

Thank you for keeping me alive, Akaza.”

He says, struggling to breathe.

“I think your blood did a better job at that than I did.

I don’t even know where I am or what day it is right now.

You know my name,

but I don’t even know yours.”

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose,

“It’s like I’ve been asleep even though I can’t sleep.”

It frustrates me to no end when periods of time like this happen.

I hate not remembering things.

“Oh.”

He says quietly,

“What’s so special about my blood?”

That’s the first question he asks me?

After I tell him I’m not done with him yet?

If I’m going to keep him,

I might as well give him knowledge.

“You have a type of blood that makes demons stronger.

It gives the effect of what I assume it’s like to be drunk.

I don’t know.

I don’t remember what it’s like being human,

but it definitely makes me fuzzy,

and if I’m not careful,

I end up like this.

I don't think I've ever woken up with a human attached to me though.”

He already knows I’m not human.

He has to if he’s sitting in my lap like this.

It doesn’t even look like he’s tried to search for help.

I still haven’t moved since he’s woken up.

Was he ever even passed out at all?

“Ah, so that’s what you are.”

He’s being mighty accepting of this entire situation right now

and it makes me suspicious, but intrigued.

Either way,

it’s beneficial for me.

“Is my blood what kept me alive?”

“Yes.

It’s mostly the reason I would prefer to keep you.

If you tell anyone that I’m a demon

or try to seek help,

I will have no choice but to kill you

and whoever you go to for help

without a second of hesitation.”

He smiles,

eyes still closed,

“I wouldn’t dream of ruining what we have,

Akaza,

even if you don’t remember meeting me,

your secret is safe with me.

I want to be yours for eternity.”

How could this man who I knew nothing about

give me what I yearned for from Kyo so effortlessly…

My mind flashes with flames.

The sound of explosions.

My destructive death compass.

We could spar for eternity, Kyojuro.

Panic.

SAY YOU'LL BECOME A DEMON, KYOJURO!

My hand through his chest.

I could feel his heartbeat slowing on my skin.

His soft smile as he held onto the arm that impaled him

with a grip that was unrivaled.

Whisperings of the secret that brought us closer.

Revelations.

M-master I-

I couldn't stop shaking.

I felt so weak.

A scream so loud,

so painful it silenced the world for a moment.

He had a job and so did I.

I had to rip off my own arm just so I wouldn’t die.

I could still feel it.

Running away because of dawn.

His soft touch.

My arm being the only thing stopping him from bleeding out

until the sun burned it away.

The checkered haori boy was screaming at me...

Running,

running,

running.

I wanted to hold him.

When he took his last breaths, I wanted to be with him.

I didn’t want to leave him there because of my weakness to the sun.

I didn’t want to have another loved one die!

This is the exact reason I vowed to grow stronger.

Wait. Another?

I shake my head.

It must still be fuzzy because I’ve loved no one before Kyojuro.

No one but Lord Muzan knew about what we had going on,

and despite being thankful for his kindness,

I knew it was only because Kyojuro was the key to the blue spider lily in his eyes,

but regardless.

In the end,

we both saw who ended up being stronger

and carrying out their mission successfully.

None of the demon slayers knew.

If they had, he would have died sooner.

Why him?

Why did it have to be him of all people

that didn’t want to spend eternity with me?

Why did he choose to stay weak?

“What’s your name?”

I ask as I finally try to move him again,

his hands are still tight on my clothing.

I’m surprised that he still has this much of a grip for the state he’s in.

“Riku.” He says.

He sounds tired.

“Come on, Riku.”

I say, finally prying his fingers loose,

“There you go, good boy.”

I praise him graciously.

He hums in approval.

“Like praise…”

He says, trailing off.

He feels like he fell asleep.

“Good to know.”

I roll my eyes.

I start to clean his wounds.

They’re pretty deep.

I lick my fingers as I proceed,

a shiver running down my spine.

Goosebumps form on my skin.

No wonder I blacked out.

This is the best tasting marechi that I have ever come across.

Not even Kyojuro’s blood tasted this good.

Yeah.

You’ll prove yourself useful.

You’re really not bad on the eyes either.

I brush the blood dampened hair from his face.

His features are soft in the dim room despite being caked in blood.

Somehow that made him more beautiful.

Only a small lantern is in the corner

and there are no windows anywhere.

Likely because I can’t be exposed to the sun

I woke up in a room without windows.

His hair, matted down by his own blood,

is mostly black with a thick streak of silver in the front.

I wonder if this is his home.

No matter if it is or not,

we won’t be staying here for much longer.

We will go somewhere not even Kyojuro knew of.

My home.

Most nights with him consisted of saké scented breath

in places where no one could track us down.

Not even his Kasugai crow could find him when it wasn’t wanted.

He would make the errands long and he would hide well.

I’m not sure he could handle the weight of

being with an upper moon the way he was.

Especially as a Hashira.

I believe that it’s a lot of the reason that

he chose to die the way he did.

To atone for his biggest sin: Me.

I close my eyes,

trying to crush the memories from my brain.

At least a century

and only one person has been worthy of my love,

yet he refused to keep it.

Typical.

I get up,

using the opportunity of Riku being passed out

to search the house for more supplies

to patch him up better before we depart.

Something tells me that

it’s going to be hard for him to leave me alone

once he wakes up.

My head feels groggy as I stumble to the door.

What’s in this kid’s blood?

I notice the checkered haori boy’s broken blade discarded in another room,

assuming I pulled it from my body at some point after running away.

What a weak thing to do.

My first clenches.

Part of me wants to keep it,

part of me wants to destroy it,

for now I pick it up and wrap it in cloth

before sticking it in my waist band to carry

until I decide what I really want to do with it.

This is the one item that could actually kill me.

The only thing still connecting me to him.

I hold my head,

sliding the door open.

I can sense that it’s night,

so I’m in no danger wandering around.

There’s blood splattered everywhere,

handprints smeared down the walls,

both mine and Riku’s.

I put my hand up to one of his prints.

His hand is significantly smaller than mine.

It seems like there're larger pools of blood

gathered on the floor where our handprints are pressed.

What did we do?

I hold on to my head.

Why can’t I remember anything?

Is his marechi really that strong?

I’m an upper rank demon,

l shouldn’t be affected like this.

I find some medical supplies

and return to the room to find him sitting upright again.

“Riku, what are you doing?”

I say, irritated now.

He really is going to be a pest isn’t he?

“Oh. I didn’t feel you here anymore,

I thought you had really left me.”

I sigh,

“I told you I wasn’t done with you yet, did I not?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to forget me again.”

He sounds so weak; pathetic.

I grit my teeth.

I kind of hate him.

“I won’t.” I say,

finishing my conversation with him

and continuing to bandage him up.

He doesn’t make a sound despite being in rough shape.

"I'm going to take you with me,

but I'm going to blindfold you in case you wake up.

As of right now, you're not allowed to know where we're going."

I say, tying up the last bandage,

then wrapping a cloth around his eyes and tying too tightly,

but that only seemed to emit a sound of amusement from him.

I pull him up so he can grasp on to me piggyback style,

"Are you able to hold on?"

"Mhmmmmm~"

He sounds absolutely smitten now that he's this close to me.

It makes my stomach churn.

"Okay, well hold on,

we're about to move fast."

I sneer as he wraps his arms around my neck

and places a kiss right below my ear,

"I'm ready, let's go." He whispers.

It disgusts me that I enjoy it.

#akaza #rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #hakuji #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #epiphany #OC #oc fanfiction #akaza x rengoku #chapter 1 #chapter one

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dany-is-my-queen · 3 years

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Born To Be Yours | Part Xl

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baratheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 1,375

Note: Hey guys!! It’s been a year since I started this series and I was really excited to continue, I really was. But months flew by and my life began to take a different course, now, I can’t make promises that I’ll be uploading soon again, though I will try if I have time to spare and my imagination cooperates :) Hope you enjoy this chapter! And thank you all for your patience, it’ll be rewarded!

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

Months have flew by way too fast. And now you were feeling more confident around the northern lady and your family. You’d keep her from any harm they would try to inflict on her no matter the consequences, yet you were cautions cause Joffrey was still so damn annoying. Though since Margaery arrived to the capital she has been keeping him rather distracted.

“Because the truth is always either terrible or boring.”

“Am I boring?” You approached Sansa from behind, daintily kissing her cheek.

“Not at all.” She answered with a broad simper.

“You shouldn’t be too obvious in plain sight.” Shae subtly advised.

“You are right. We should be more careful.” You peered up to see if the guards were staring your way, when you confirmed they were not you stole a kiss on her silky lips. She giggled.

“Have a lovely day. I’ll meet you later. My grandfather requested my presence.” It was true... Tywin wanted to speak privately with you, and you sort of imagined why.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

“My ladies.” You winked playfully at Sansa before walking away.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Shae asked Sansa well knowing the answer to her own question.

“She is perfect.” She let out a love sigh.

“You trust her?”

“The princess has always treated me with respect. I always dreamed with a handsome knight or a sweet prince, then I met her and she is far more better than any of that.” Sansa confessed.

“She seems to be a good girl.” Lord Baelish approached the two women.

“Lovely day for it. May I speak with lady Sansa alone for a moment?” Shae stood up and walked back to Ros.

“I saw your mother not long ago. She’s very eager to see you. And your sister.” He commented.

“Arya’s alive?”

“Oh yes. Indeed she is. But... I’ve noticed you’ve grown quite attached to princess Y/N.” He chose carefully his words.

“I have. She is and extraordinary friend.” Sansa added. “I’m very lucky to be her friend.”

“You are. I’m waiting for word on an assignment that will take me far away from the capital. When I set sail, I might be able to bring you with me. But you’d need to be ready to leave on a moment’s notice.” Sansa widen her eyes. She didn’t really want to leave now... did she? After all she knew she’ll never be truly free here.

“I... I’m not sure if that’s a wise idea, Lord Baelish.” She conflicted admitted.

“And why’s that? Other than the risks it involves of course.”

“Well, as I said before, King’s Landing is my home now. It has good things despite the corruption.” Only Y/N, she thought.

“All right then. The offer stands, my lady. Keep it in mind.” He turned around to leave Sansa wondering if she’d abandon you to return home or staying here by your side.

“You are glowing, granddaughter of mine.”

Tywin was jotting down something with a quill. “Is there a boy already?” It sounded more like a statement rather than a question. You tried not blush as Sansa’s picture coming to your mind.

“Mmm... no. There is not a... boy.” You concluded kinda nervous.

“If there is not then you should be looking for a suitable swain. I reckon you have many admirers waiting to receive your attention.” He said with a serious tone. Does he really mind? Of course he does. He wants to get a hold of another loyalty for House Lannister. “Many lords would give their whole lands to marry you. And we might need that.”

“But that’s not what I need.” You responded nonchalantly. It was true. All you truly needed and longed for was the love of someone who valued you. And you already found that in a northern lass. You knew he disapprove entirely your “reckless” choices, same as your mother. You’d fight back and won’t allow them to throw you into some random man’s arms.

You stepped inside Joffrey’s dining table. You always enjoyed to hang with the Tyrell siblings, but now that she’s engaged to your brother... you wonder how she’s been managing to handle him. After all, she’s one of the cleverest persons you know.

“Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Hightgarden. I’ve heard Y/N do charity for the poor here as well.” Loras commented. You nodded. The soon to be queen smiled softly your way.

“The lowest among us are no different from the highest if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart.” You mirrored her act.

“An open heart is what you’ll get in Flee Bottom if you’re not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attached by a mob there. We had a full complement of guards that didn’t stop them. The king barely escaped his life.” You hid your smirk.

“My mother’s always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger.” You rolled your eyes at his lies.

“Oh but they were. You didn’t even care about sending the guards to get lady Sansa back to the Keep. A king is supposed to ensure the safety of all the ones that are in need. You seem to keep failing on that, big brother.” You sensed his furious glare upon you.

“Who cares about her anyway.” You clenched your jaw tightly. Loras and Margaery keep their eyes on their dinner.

There was an awkward pause as the main course was brought to the table. The rest of the evening was all about the same. Joffrey flaunting about his “bravery” and Cersei flattering him all along. Margaery showing off a wide smile at his non sense.

~~~~~~

You strolled to your room exhausted after training with the bow and horse-riding with little Tommen. Before that you decided to pay a visit to Sansa’s chambers. You knocked the door twice and she beamed with delight.

“I hope it isn’t too late to stop by.”

“No, I was about to get under the sheets. Perhaps you can join me?” She suggested with a gaily grin. You chuckled. Seeing Sansa being so... awfully bold was so nice and pure. Being around you made her forget about the fact she’s a prisoner. It didn’t matter as much when you were together.

“I’d love that.” You entered the room, holding her by the waist and leading both of you to the bed.

“How was your day then?” You smoothly asked. She tossed to be face to face with you.

“Actually, it was wonderful! Ser Loras escorted me to the gardens with Lady Margaery and Lady Olenna. They were very kind to me. We had lunch together and chatted for a while.”

“That sounds lovely, my lady. I’ve always consider Lady Olenna as the grandmother I never had. She knows me since I was a baby. Now that they are here I’ve been reminiscing about the good old days when we wouldn’t stop joshing Loras about me beating him on a single duel. We were so young back then... I’ll always hold dear those moments. He may be moody and brash at times, still, he is complete gentleman. Water’s sometimes thicker than blood. That’s for sure.” The Tyrells were your second family, they welcomed you with open arms and never once judge you. Unlike your own blood, with exceptions of course.

“Back in Winterfell I was so focused on learning how to properly be a lady and all that, that I missed many things... I should’ve been closer to Robb, Arya, even Jon. I was mean.” Sansa’s voice cracked.

“Don’t lose faith, Sansa. I know it’s too much to ask for but life takes unexpected turns.” You brushed one of her ginger locks with your right hand.

“I found a new home.” She whispered lightly. “Not Kings Landing. Not this castle. You.” She unhurriedly closed her crystal eyes. Your heart was at her mercy, that was a fact. You caressed gently her cheek and sealed the night with the most tender kiss anyone could dream of.

“You are my home too, my love.” You breathed against her lips.

#game of thrones fic #got #sansa stark x reader #sansa x reader #sansa x fem baratheon reader #sansa stark imagine #dany x reader #daenerys x reader #daenerys targaryen x reader #game of thrones

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themagical1sa · 3 years

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…so, you’re a Filipino transfer student at U.A.?

Well, I hope you’re ready for what you are about to face in U.A. Japan is a completely different place from your home country, the Philippines, so you may expect a big cultural difference between your people and Japanese people. Japanese people are often known to be kind as long as you respect their traditions and culture in general... so you should be fine.

Anyway, you have been recommended into the school for your commendable hard work, resilience, and strength; then again, you’re a determined Filipino after all. You have the same start line as Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu! :D

Alright, with that said… what’s it really like?

Oh, the first time you appeared?

Everyone was in shock.

I mean, it’s not like they were expecting a foreign transfer student to be part of their class!!

Mina Ashido is definitely the first person who wants to be your friend. She’s not only intrigued by where you come from, she also wants to get to know you better as, well, you!

Izuku Midoriya had a lot of questions for you. What was the Philippines like? How did you survive tropical storms? Why did you move to Japan?

He’s a little overboard sometimes about it and he’s always apologizing profusely over it. He’s just a Very Curious Bean by default 😅

Denki Kaminari totally flirts with you. A lot. He’s attracted by your beauty as a dalagang Pilipina (Filipino maiden). He can’t help it.

oh Lord I can imagine him saying something along the lines of “if it’s true that the Philippines is the Pearl of the Orient, and you’re from the Philippines… then you’re a precious pearl yourself!”

watch him accumulate pick-up lines for you

bonus points when he starts learning the Filipino pick-up lines for you 🙈 man’s whipped. A for effort

If we’re going with the idea of Hanta Sero being part Latino… then alright! You two are the Hispanic kids of the class now.

[ok but like here’s the thing: Filipinos are Asians + Pacific Islanders + Hispanic so ??? wack]

[ANYWAY]

overall it’s actually super fun!! they love you anyway 💙❤💛🤍

you make the class Pastillas de Leche sometimes. they love it. Rikido Sato asks you about how to make it at some point. you both end up making sweets from your home together.

You and Rikido make puto/rice cakes together! You both are always putting a new twist to them and the class absolutely love your baker dynamic

to come to think of it, some of our desserts are made of rice — that’s exactly why they’re called kakanin, from the Filipino word for rice, kanin.

yeah I guess ang Pilipino ay kanin (a Filipino is rice) LMAO

you usually make your personal favorite kakanin with Rikido Sato and he picks up some things out of what you make in his baking, actually

one time he made up his own spin of kakanin and it was... actually impressive!

hm. speaking of cooking

we know how Katsuki Bakugo cooks sometimes, right...?

he catches you in the middle of cooking Afritada once and he...

...he was shocked you can even cook, actually HAHA

I guess you can say he was intrigued. He’s never seen Filipino food before so watching you make Afritada was An Experience™

it takes some time until he starts helping you out HAHA

overall... it’s all good with Class 1-A! you can definitely enjoy your time in U.A. with them :D

Post-Script ———

Hello! This was originally uploaded on the 12th of November 2020, two months before Nakakagigil ka! was first uploaded. This was written during a time when I was struggling to write the aforementioned fanfic and my brain absolutely refused to write with me. I had other ideas like this going on so I had to write this one down before my brain could torture me into it haha

Anyway! With that said, I’ve made some revisions and additions from the original upload. I will admit that there were some things that were not worded well so I fixed them here.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this 💕

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twistedtranslations · 3 years

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Cater Diamond - Full of Lies

You can unlock this story by getting Cater’s SSR Scary dress

Big thanks to Rym and Apollo for proofreading!

Translation under the cut

Chapter 1

Main street

/Notification

Cater: Oh? A message on MagiCam? Who would've thought it was that girl! How nostalgic~ The picture those ghosts took at Ramshackle dorm made our college's Halloween event trend -> Jumping onto the bandwagon and posting a lot -> Huge success for Cay's follower-catching strat! So far it's been going well but… Mixed within the comments and DMs of my new followers are a lot of old aquaintances. Even some classmates from middle and elementary school are here.

Cater: "Hey! It's been a while! Oh, would you like to come to our college? Cay welcomes every single one of you! You can always come over to hang at NRC's Halloween event!"

Cater: And now some emoji full of feelings! (^○^)♪ (ゝω・)☆　d(’ｖ｀*)b

Cater: Everyone is really so casual and easygoing~ Well, it's easier on me, so I'm not complaining.

???: HEY!

Cater: Where did that loud and rowdy voice come from? I've got a bad feeling about this…

Front Gate

Sebek: Humans, don't crowd around the young master! Get out! Leave!

Boy A: Hey, what are you doing, sweptback bro! Don't interfere with our Draconia Challenge.

Boy B: We're putting our lives on the line to show our bravery by uploading a picture of us touching The Malleus!

Boy A: Huh, since when did Malleus disappear?! It's that sweptback bro's fault.

Boy B: Don't be so angry. After all the effort of having a sweptback, let's show the world a huge smile on that face!

Sebek: For humans of your social standing to use the name of the Lord of the esteemed Valley of Thorns in vain…Besides, my hair is swept back like this so I have an unobstructed view to find those like you who behave rudely towards my young master! You shall receive punishment for insulting the Draconia… no, for insulting the young master. My thunder shall shock you all to bits! HAAAAA...

Cater: Okay, stop! I'm part of the Halloween Committee. It's forbidden to fight. Why don't you try talking to this lad if something's up?

Sebek: Don't interrupt me, you frolicking human! I will shock you to bits as well!

Cater: Won't you create a scandal for the Draconia family if you were to harm an ordinary human with magic?

Sebek: W-Well… You're right. Besides, didn't you just say you were part of the Halloween committee? Both the young master and master Lilia are both performing the same duties… They ordered me to listen to the orders of the other committee members. Ok, I shall talk this out.

Cater: Even though you are crossing your arms and puffing your chest out, you are being apologetic right? Anyway, these are our college's precious guests. They have no intention to harm Malleus.

Sebek: These magic-less weaklings were making a spectacle bothering Young Master with a toy. I cannot forgive that!

Cater: Malleus is like super famous, and he's an admirable being, right? So just for this festival, it should be fine to interact with our guests as a little fanservice right?

Sebek: Stop messing around. The young master is a dreadful being who makes everyone kneel and bow down to him. AND THAT'S WHY I WILL NEVER LEAVE HIS SIDE AND PROTECT HIM ALL MY LIFE!

Cater: You're just obsessed!

Boy A: Hey, interfering our Draconia Challenge aside, what are you two squabbling about?

Sebek: Hm? You humans are still here? I told you to leave.

Boy B: Huh? You've got some nerve, talking rudely to us like that!

Cater: Come on guys. Why don't we take some pictures together since it's finally Halloween! We, Heartslabyul are those who rise from the soil in the darkness, the underlings of the night~

Boy A: Wow! Now that you mention it, you do look real good for the camera!

Cater: Cheer up everyone and gather! Let's decide on a pose~~~ Happy Halloween~

¨*shutter noise*

Cater: (Ugh… This is exhausting)

Chapter 2

Classroom

Kalim/Cater/Lilia: *Sigh*… I'm tired….

Cater: This year's Halloween was exhausting. Mainly due to our guests being rowdy..

Kalim: It was fun entertaining the guests, but I was really troubled because Jamil got in a foul mood.

Lilia: Even we, three most gentle boys, have been worn down. The other students must be at the limits of their patience.

Everyone: *Sigh*…

Cater: Now that you say it, by chance all the members of the light music club are also part of the Halloween Committee. Let's have our usual relaxing tea time while also discussing some countermeasures.

Kalim/Lilia: Agreed~

Cater: I got this! Trey's home-made pumpkin pie! It's moderately sweet, so it's my favorite!

Kalim: I have kunafa. It's a cheesecake from the Scalding Sands. It's delicious when it's hot!

Lilia: Oho, these are all sweets befitting of Halloween. As the last one, I have prepared this. Licorice!

Cater: You're always bringing the same thing! You know me and Kalim don't like that.

Kalim: The smell makes my nose shrivel up~

Cater: But you know, since it's black, it does feel like Halloween. Oh, right, let's take a picture together. It's super charming to be in costume and have themed food.

*shutter noise*

Cater: #TheBestHalloween #SelfmadeCostume #HomemadeTreat #LightMusicClub #NRCHalloween

Kalim: The best? Didn't you say you were exhausted earlier, Cater?

Cater: I never said it wasn't exciting and for things like SNS, isn't it better to exaggerate a bit?

Lilia: As expected of you. We live in a period where everyone is connected all around the world. It is most wonderful to spread happiness instead of complaints.

Cater: Oh. The picture I just uploaded got an amazing response!

*notification*

Cater: Another message from that girl. Was she the kind to keep track of people's activities?

*ringing noise*

Cater: This time it's a call. (How persistent…)

Kalim: Cater, is it from one of your friends? You can pick up if you want.

Cater: Hm~… More like an acquaintance from the past? But it's alright? We're at a very important meeting, after all.

Lilia: We are only eating sweets, taking pictures and uploading them to MagiCam though…

Cater: It's the age of social media where everyone can keep in contact at their own pace, you don't have to go through the pains of having to response in real time to a phone call.

Kalim: Do you have that many people who want to get in touch with you? You're so well connected Cater~

Cater: Well, if you look the amount of aquaintances I have, that might be true? My dad's a banker. The bank he works at has branches all over the world. Therefore, whenever he transferred to a different branch, our entire family would move with him. We moved once every two years, so I kind of feel like a pro at quickly packing things?

Lilia: Commonly said, you are a family who moved a lot for the sake of the breadwinner.

Kalim: So the reason why you have so many friends is because you have travelled around the world since young.

Cater: Yeah, the girl just now said we are friends as well. Having to change schools frequently, I got to meet more people compared to someone staying at one place. From the best to the worst… a lot of people. However, they all had something in common.

Kalim/Lilia: …?

Cater: If I left there, they remained there. That's why I'd rather have a casual and happy time with everyone than to deepen a friendship. It’s like a circus troupe, you know, having fun hanging with people all over the world and then leaving. That's why MagiCam is the best! People from my school from three years ago contacted me out of the blue. My social circle is expanding as well. Cay is getting popular!

Kalim: Even if they're far away, you don't have to hold back you know? I got it! I'll lend you my magic carpet, so you can visit your friends whenever you want.

Cater:… I expected no less of you, Kalim. I'll take you up on that offer next time.

Lilia: I feel like I understand you.

Cater: Hm?

Lilia: The relations between humans are eternal. They are things that cannot be severed. In a new place with no trace of your existence, new relations will continue to be forged. That in itself is nature. However, I think the more precious a relation is, the more lonely it becomes. Why does it feel that way? I have lived a long life but the reason is still unknown to me. But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Cater: Lilia, what got into you suddenly? What I wanted to say was-

*ringing noise*

Lilia: Hello, this is Lilia speaking? What business do you have?

Cater: He just casually picked up the phone during our conversation.

Lilia: Oh, Sebek. What is it? You are so loud. Right now, I am in a meeting with Cater and Kalim. WHAT?! MALLEUS?!

Kalim/Cater: ?!

Chapter 3

Hall of Mirrors

Silver: Stop pushing. It's forbidden to enter the Hall of Mirrors.

Man A: Huh, really! I came all the way to the Isle of Sages to see Malleus Draconia.

Man B: We are doing the Draconia challenge now! Why can't we enter~

Girl C: He’s inside right! An actual Draconia, the Actual Malleus!

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

*Lightning and thunder*

Silver: It's a rare event that Master Malleus is participating in. He also agreed to interact with the guests... For it to come to this... Everyone, it’s better if you leave. You have angered master Malleus.

Man A: I paid a lot of travel expenses, did you know that? This is the price of fame.

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

Exterior Hallway

Cater: Did the visitors who wanted that MagiCam glory end up angering even Malleus himself?

Sebek: Yes. At first he was gentle and calmed me down when I got angry… but a fool grabbed Malleus by the horns and made fun of him by saying "Look! It's a bicycle from the olden days!"

Lilia/Cater: Gh!

Cater: I don't know if they're brave or just reckless. Were the dark clouds and thunder rampaging in the sky above the Hall of Mirrors due to Malleus' anger? You don't think he overblotted, right…?!

Lilia: Do not worry. Using that amount of magic power shall not make him overblot. He is simply irritated. Back when he was young, mountains would be destroyed by his lightning whenever he threw a tantrum.

Cater: Hahaha… that's on a totally different level. I guess it was a good idea to have Kalim fetch the professors.

Sebek: Upperclassman Vil noticed something was up and isolated the young master. He also casted a defensive spell so the tourists wouldn't be harmed. And it seemed that Upperclassman Jade is persuading the angry young master with some unique methods... Even so, those humans who can't seem to understand the gravity of the situation keep stirring up the young master, they're uncontrollable.

Lilia: This means we must use our last resort. We must put in effort to suppress the onlookers and avoid the worst situation.

Cater: Wait a second, Lilia. I thought of something. It's not like people there dislike Malleus or anything. Despite that, it doesn't mean that they like Malleus as well... They're just interested in trends. Just like my old acquaintances.

Lilia: ?

Cater: First, I'll take a picture of Lilia, who's wearing the same clothes as Malleus!

*shutter noise*

Cater: Next we use something catered to influencers. We'll elongate Lilia's picture with a photo editing app!

*swiping on phone*

Cater: Now we just add some text to finish it up. And then upload a cropped version to MagiCam!!

*Phone SFX*

Cater: #AWildMalleusAppeared #DraconiaChallenge #UnexpectedlyAtSportsGround #NRCHalloween

*Phone SFX*

Hall of Mirrors

Man A: H-Hey. Look at the Draconia challenge tag.

Man B: It seems he's at the Sports Ground now. As expected of Malleus. He's much faster than we are!

Girl C: Okay. Everyone, let's move!

Everyone: YEAH!

Silver: What happened? Master Malleus should still be in the Hall of Mirrors.

Cater: Fu. With this, I hope the storm has passed…?

Vil: Good grief. Accidents are an unavoidable part of stage plays. Letting yourself get influenced by the guests is so amateurish. My work here is done. I will return to the dorm to straighten up my appearance.

Jade: My, that was a close call. Malleus is extremely powerful. I persuaded him to the best of my abilites, trying to get him to understand. But there was no one to turn to if it had failed. Well then, I will also return to my station. I wish everyone a wonderful Halloween.

Malleus: I caused many disturbances between different racial groups during a mere school event. I should restrain myself more…

Sebek: The young master has done nothing wrong! It was the fault of those inferior humans!

Silver: The young master told us to avoid hostility between fae and humans. Why are you getting more hostile?

Sebek: WHAT DID YOU SAY SILVER!

Lilia: Malleus. Did you forget our promise from long ago? Call for us when the tranquility in your mind is disturbed. Even if we are not related by blood, we are still a family. Got it?

Malleus: Lilia… My apologies. To everyone.

Everyone: …

Cater: ….Family…huh.

Flashback

Lilia: But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Flashback ends

Cater: (That was full of lies. For a guy who grew up and lived in the same place, he never had to deal with rebuilding relations over and over…He would never understand my worthless and meaningless feelings.)

*ringing*

Cater: Hello, Trey. What's up? Huh? Are we doing our rehearsal for our night show at the stamp rally now? And Deuce, who is also part of the Halloween Committee, was at his wit's end due to the lack of manpower. So Ace is helping him out? Darn, Ace is definitely going to extort me for a favor later!

Cater: Argh! And is Riddle on the verge of a rampage? I'll be back soon, Trey. Please calm him down! I am currently at the site of the biggest crisis yet of this Halloween Week! No, for real! I'm not lying. That's why you don't have to be so cold to me, 'kay? URGH, TREY, YOU'RE SO CRUEL!

Cater: Now that Diasomnia's turmoil has settled, let's change the mood and continue on with work. In any case, we’ll still separate after the fourth year… It would be different if I repeated a year though. Anyway, I should just enjoy the moment to my heart's content! I'll surprise everyone with this charming skeleton costume! I'll show them what I'm capable of!

Cater: Happy Halloween!

#twisted wonderland #cater diamond #Lilia Vanrouge #kalim al asim #sebek zigvolt #vil schoenheit #jade leech #silver #malleus draconia

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pepperpills · 3 years

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The Harvest - RE8 fanfic

The Harvest

A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana

Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Notes: hi guys, I'm changing a little my posting method. at first, I was afraid the chapters were too big and decided to divide them in parts and post a new part everyday (as long as there was a part to post), but it kind of affects the reading, so I will be uploading a new complete chapter every tuesday, hope it is better for you!

Warning: NSFW content

Part I - Destiny (1) Part I - Destiny (2)

Part II – The Lord

The day after The Harvest, when you were designated to work for Lord Heisenberg, was a long one. Not really exhausting as you spent most part of it turning from one leg to the other waiting for someone to activate the bridge to the factory.

You were deadened by a miscellaneous of emotions battling to gain domain over your brain. You couldn’t stop thinking about waving your mother goodbye as the sun conquered the sky, shortly before being surrendered by the stormy clouds.

After the speech at the Chapel, you wanted to wander around a little bit, maybe hunt, thinking that it probably was your last walk on those landscapes, yet, you didn’t want to get late on your first day, so your feet lead the way past Heisenberg’s gate, close to the church. It wasn’t even lunch time when you reached the end of the road, facing the factory chimneys and the hell lot of metal discarded in its front yard.

You had completely no idea how to call someone or if you should, as far as you knew, the lord lived there alone and you didn’t think it would be a great first impression if you simply started yelling his name, so he could do that bridge thing.

Thus, you waited. Placing your bag on the ground, you stood there for what seemed to be two entire hours. Then you got tired and sat, your corselet holding your oxygen levels. After a while even being sat was annoying, your legs tingled and your stomach hurt, once you completely forgot to bring any food with you.

That would be a great time for the Duke to make an entrance. As one of his most loyal clients – maybe you sneak once in a while, claiming possessions of one or two crystals –, sometimes you two shared a meal and Gods, he was a good cook. But it wasn’t his week at the Village and that wasn’t his store’s place anyway.

When the day light began to fade and the clouds grew heavier, you started worrying about getting wet. To divert your mind from that thought, you left all your belongings at the end of the road, not too close to the border, so hopefully they wouldn’t fall in the water below, and explored the ruins, studying the bricks that build those structures, absolutely bored, not even anxious anymore. At that point you could think about a thing or two to say to that idiot Heisenberg.

What would happen if he didn’t open the gate? Could you just walk away and live your life? Well, that didn’t sound like a bad plan, if just you could reach the forest first… The first water drop popped in your hair, the rain it announced didn’t take long to join it and a few moments later you were soaking wet, cold to the bone, contracting every muscle.

Suddenly, as you were about to curse Heisenberg’s name, a gear sound rose, it sounded old, but well-oiled and was really loud, louder than the rain and thunders and made you and the crows jump, they flew, you stayed as there was nowhere to go. Approaching your dank belongings, you saw a firm, modular, sand-coloured bridge forming in front of your eyes. Its movement was smooth comparing to something that big. You were genuinely impressed and would like to ask a few questions about how that works.

This surreal vision absorbed you for a few minutes after it was done, you didn’t feel the rain chastening your skin anymore. To be honest, at that point you realized where you were at and what you had to do, after an entire day in standby.

Your own brain didn’t really wake you up from that hypnosis. Oh, no. What made your heart rate rise again was a sudden, strong and frisky voice coming out of nowhere. You looked around, moving your head way too quick, making a spray of water with your hair and saw no one, but his words were most certainly there, echoing in your mind, making your entire body feel warm.

“C’mon, honey pie, we ain’t got all day.” He said, demanding, and then laughed.

Great, a madman, you thought. You weren’t sure, though, if you blushed intensely due to what he just called you or because every cell of your body felt enraged with that joke, it was you who had been waiting for him, you who would be forever wet, because he left you in the rain. You wanted to walk to that factory and tell it straight to that son of a…

Shortly, you understood. It was a test. You took a deep breath, grabbed your stuff, which made a humid sound, and walked resiliently to the factory’s gate. He wanted to see if you were a spitfire and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“She walks.” He giggled, the voice of the wind, and then opened the gate.

Was he doing it with his mind? You knew that Lady Beneviento had some sort of effect on people’s brains, hallucinations they said, Lord Moreau could turn into a giant fish, Lady Dimitrescu had impressive long and strong nails that could tear anyone apart. What could Lord Heisenberg do, really? The villagers talked about he being one of the strongest lords, if not the strongest of them all. He had some power over metal, but you didn’t know exactly how it worked.

Anyway, you stepped in his front yard, facing the absurd, yet fascinating sea made of his discarded toys. For Gods’ sake, you even saw a war tank half buried in the dusty soil, you couldn’t even imagine how he had that and why he would so easily neglect it. There were ripped off motorcycles, destroyed cars, metal pieces with a huge variation of sizes and shapes and a ton of mechanical parts just lying there as a good old scrap heap.

Home, you thought sarcastically and smiled. So, when the last factory doors finally spread open to you, you faced the interior with a smile on your face even though you were miserable due to the storm. Carefully, you came inside just to be greeted by a puff of heat and sweet smoke, really welcoming at your state. The warmth certainly came from all the machinery working there somewhere, making a metal orchestra that never shut off. The smoke, well, it was coming from Heisenberg’s lite cigar.

He came from above, as a god like being, building stairs with metal parts right in the mid-air and climbed them down. You had never seem such thing and it was breath-taking; you were hypnotised for a moment there, silently dripping on the grimy ground, actually cleaning it a little.

He had some sort of waddle on his walk, nothing tawdry, though. Karl Heisenberg looked like an authoritative, impulsive and humorous man and he was, above all, having fun with you being there as if you were his new pup and you sure were.

“Oh, look who finally made it!” He greeted, on the ground, standing three steps away from you, the smoke so dense it made your eyes water, yet reassuringly hot with a tobacco scent.

Heisenberg took off his spectacles, just then you realized he was wearing them inside the factory. Besides that, he was dressed exactly the same as the day before, it didn’t seem he’d showered or so. Nonetheless, now you could see his eyes, his multi-coloured greyish blue abysms staring straight at you for sure this time.

All you felt able to do was stare back, almost not blinking, taken by those soft colours on a rough man like him. You thought you would be scared, although, you were honestly intrigued. You noticed another scar crossing his cheeks and nose and wondered how it ended up there, feeling all of a sudden tempted to reach it with your index finger, gently sensing the cicatrized skin.

“Good evening, sir.” You found yourself saying to be polite, breaking the motionless aura that sunk you in contemplation.

It was bizarre, but you weren’t cold anymore nor angry, you had the grip over your own posture again, your corselet helping you to keep your back straight. You were confident.

“Good evening, Y/N.” This you weren’t expecting, almost broke you. Why would he bother to memorise your name?

You remembered what Miranda said about being solicited by one of the lords, that made you shiver, exactly like the one you had before, only this time you could also smell the iron all over, not only taste it. The scent in the closed atmosphere of the factory had a light, almost undistinguished, aroma of the night, the fresh breeze and dry grass, maybe brought by you, however, most of it was rusted metal, motor oil and tobacco. It wasn’t unpleasant, just uncommon to what you were used to.

“Guess you found less transparent clothes.” He said next, circling you, studying you and your reactions.

You noticed he also smelled like the factory as if he was part of it, or it was, indeed, himself. You closed your eyes and the iron taste emphasized, it felt like you were licking a ring, you head spined.

“It is tradition to wear them at The Harvest.” You defended yourself – and your pure intentions.

You don’t know why, but you felt your cheeks burning, actually, parts of your body that would usually pass unnoticed had lite with the tension in the air and you just hoped you could be alone, devouring some food to calm your nerves.

“Horseshit!” Heisenberg raised his voice, coming through his pressed teeth. “They just make you wear those slutty clothes so my sisterAlcina can see all of her new pups’ assets.” Heisenberg mocked, laughing madly.

“Oh.” You couldn’t think of anything better to say, you never thought of that.

At that point, you were thinking about yourself, your dress and how you felt pretty wearing it. Did it count on the selection? You felt slightly ashamed, Heisenberg’s breathing was too close to your left ear, but you wouldn’t dare to move or your noses could collide.

“Surprised?” He questioned, maliciously. You didn’t answer immediately, you were too aware of how your boobs were trying to escape the corselet’s dictatorship. “I asked you…” He bellowed “are you surprised?” he finished in a lower tone.

“Y-yes.” You finally said. “Never thought of it.” You looked at the ground, discovering a puddle where you were standing.

“You sound like an outsider.” He ruminated, more to himself than to you.

“I kind of am.” You confessed, thinking about the cabins. “I am from the cabin people.”

“Hm… Interesting.” He glanced at you, head to toe, you couldn’t help feeling heated as you never felt before. “Sorry about the rain.” Heisenberg shrugged. “I am a busy man.” He justified, mischievously, remembering you of the anger you felt back at the bridge.

The lord left you alone for a second, walking past through a curtain. You followed him into a small improvised office area with photos all over a wall, it pictured the Village, the lords’ lots and Mother Miranda, a big poster of her right in the middle. It had a knife scratch on it. Maybe Heisenberg wasn’t a family’s man after all.

You were regaining your confidence as he was distracted with the pictures – or you thought he was, unable to really see what he was picturing –, you were seeking for a good ambiguous thing to say about waiting so long for that sort of reception, however, he was quicker and made you gasp, almost choke.

“Take ‘em off.” It was an order said firmly. The way he looked at you, as if he was some kind of authority, gave you the chills.

“Them?” You innocently asked, placing a hand on your belly, trying to breathe.

“Your wet clothes.” He explained, pointing to your entire body.

“All my clothes are wet.” You insisted, flushing heavily.

He took his very own overcoat off and handed it to you. You hesitantly accepted it, not knowing exactly what to do with his eyes on you.

“For fuck’s sake.” He turned away, chuckling.

You waited half a second to be sure he wasn’t secretly looking, you didn’t know if there were cameras in the room, so you started undressing. It wasn’t a very easy dress to take off, you couldn’t reach the laces on your back, because of that, you had to ask for his help.

“Can’t even take off your own clothes, kitten.” Heisenberg mocked, as his adept hands slowly, playfully, untied the laces.

His touch was warm, he slipped his hand and you felt his calloused fingers on your skin, your body hair immediately responded husking and an electrical current flowed through you, lightening your eyes, reverberating to your core. He also felt that and some other things that made him put away his hips, but once you were facing the entrance, you couldn’t see his reaction and only heard a small movement of boots.

Lastly your dress fell to your feet and you covered yourself with his bulky overcoat, feeling better as you inhaled his aroma so intensely you almost fainted with those mechanic flavours petting your skin and his body warmth heating you.

“Now, enough chit-chat. Your duties.” He broke the silence as you finished tying the fabric belt around your waist.

“Yes, sir.” This time it was him who took a deep breath, seeming a little bothered somehow like he could use some time alone.

He had been a lonely man. You didn’t hear other people, well, living people, in the factory the next days and realised it was only you and him. It must have felt weird having someone around after years of living like an eremite. Even with all the jokes and that cheap charms, the view of him tilted to the investigative board gave you the impression that it was a bit too much having you there all at once and decided to put your rain resentments aside ang give him a chance and some space.

“I need some cleaning. I am expanding some experiments and I need to use a new wing for it, but it’s really messy.” You couldn’t see his face, but you were sure he had a grin adorning his scarred lips.

“I will do it.” You said, a little disappointed that this was your choir and surprised you were expecting something more… Dangerous? Exciting maybe?

“Of course you will.” He was leaned on the office desk, not even looking at you anymore, suddenly sold out. “One more thing.”

“Yes? What is it, sir?” Heisenberg shook his head making his grizzly hair dance as if getting rid of a thought. It wasn’t clear if he was still having fun or being disturbed by something.

“There is only one bed in this factory.” You turned stone cold with that announcement, abruptly conscious of all the blood running through your veins.

A secluded part of your mind, a usually quiet one, whispered a thought: It would be good to see where his blood is running to.

“Unless you want to sleep in a stretcher.” He added, laughing vigorously, giving you the chills again.

“Oh no, I will take the bed.” The answer came easily as if it was always there.

You took your wet clothes and belongings after he told you how to access the bedroom and you left him alone to it, whatever it was.

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daddyissuesmademe · 4 years

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A/N: Okay so I know I was supposed to upload yesterday but long story short, universe said “no❤” Lots of period pain, family issues and minor accident later, I am posting this today. It’s my first time writing any kind of fanfiction content and it had to be smut. LMAO the audacity sheesh. Anyway, this is not good writing.(3/10. would not recommend) but if you do read feel free to point out mistakes and give me more writing tips. I want to write more and I already have a few ideas and plots.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 2608

Warning: Curse words and filthy sex with a side of feels. bruh Jason Todd tied on a fucking chair. That’s right. YOu know rough stuff and 3 AM horny.

Requested: yep, sorta tweaked it. Hope you still like it dear anon :)

Summary: Jason Todd wanted to be in this position, tied up and teased. Wanted to be taken care of in his own way that involves dirty talking, chairs, aphrodisiacs and a lot of sex.You are just the person who is going to take care of him ;)

“You do realize that once we do this, there is no going back to normal”

“Baby, there has never been anything normal about us” and with knowing smirk Jason tipped his shot glass filled with sketchy alien aphrodisiacs in your direction and gulped it all at once.

You followed shortly after and everything that followed was blur or rather a bliss, you couldn’t tell. The aphrodisiacs had worked, maybe a little too well. With the newfound strength, you pushed Jason back in a nearby chair.

“Sit. Stay” you commanded. Fastening the pre-existent chains on the said chair, the urge to rip off not only your own clothes but Jason’s as well was stronger than ever.

You stood in front of him, his eyes raked over your poised body wanting nothing but to touch you and fuck you till you collapsed. You could see the lust in his eyes and you wanted nothing more than to act out all his fantasies but this was about him.

You leaned in and rested your face on his forehead, lips barely touching. He leaned in to close the gap but you stepped back just to be out of his reach. How he’d strain his whole body against the chair to kiss you but you didn’t want that, no. You wanted raw emotion, needy moans and most of all, him. You held his chin and made him look up at you.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” You whispered in his ear and tugged on his earlobe making him let out a grunt. You pulled away with a smirk on your face climbing onto his lap and wasting no time, you attached lips to his. You were used to this, the rush and aggression that often left you wanting for more. The way he’d claim your mouth with his tongue and make you feel so weak just like that. Your hand found its way into his hair and tugged it back making him moan and giving you the time to bite down on his lip. The other hand started exploring his broad chest which was already straining against the button down he wore. Letting go of each others lips, panting for air you worked on his shirt too aroused to think right, you ripped it open. You spread both your hands on his broad chest and let your hands explore the known scars. Your mouth now attached to his jaw, sucking on his sweet spot making him roll his eyes to the back of his head with soft whimpers. You moved down to his Adam’s apple. Grazing the sensitive skin with your teeth. He was breathing heavy, his gruff voice barley above a whisper. Without wasting a second, you attached your lips to his nipples

You could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his jeans and right onto your pussy.

“Don’t fucking tease me, baby girl” Jason growled and let his head fall back on the head rest of the chair. He loved the feeling of your pussy. No matter where or how it was. He wanted you, all of you.

You lifted your face off his chest to look at your work. Satisfied with wet mess on his right peck.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” you grinned and started sucking on his collarbone leaving marks.

“Shut up” he managed to mummer out between the wave of pleasure he was experiencing. You could feel him vibrating, leaving his collarbone you trailed your tongue from his neck to cheekbones, your hands held his face as an attempt to resist his movement, your mouth trailed along his sharp features, leaving open mouthed kisses along the left side of his face and stopped right at the corner of his mouth, with such innocence you could only whisper 2 words “Make me.”

Jason felt those two words go right to his cock. Not only he was hard, his cock was throbbing. His dominant side wanted to break the restraints and fuck you on that chair. His hands trembling to feel your body against him so he could hold you down and shove his cock right in your pussy. The thoughts made his cock leak and way you kept grinding down on his hard on made him want it more.

You knew Jason and his alpha nature and also knew that the restraints would not hold him down. But you also knew how badly Jason would want to punish you for being a brat and that’s exactly what you did.

Whilst Jason was in his thought you got up from his lap, already missing the feel of your favourite spot and took a step back from him only to be met by a gorgeous sight.

You let your eyes wonder from top to bottom. Jason was in restraints. His raven hair was matted across his stunning face. You could see the marks you left on his body, going from his chest to collarbone to jaw. His lips, swollen and slightly apart, breathing heavy. His chest was heaving and glistened with sweat and your saliva. But what made you want to throw your control out of the window was his cock. Oh, sweet lord, you could never get used to how big he was and how you loved it when he used your holes, all of them knowing that he hits just the right spots. You could see the wet spot on his dark jeans. His pre cum, and you fucking loved it. He had let you put him in that position because he trusts you to take care of him and that’s what you had planned.

He whined at the lost contact. He was angry. The best kind of angry. The kind where he’d fuck you till you passed out.

“Once I am out of this chair you are going to regret this. I am going to fucking ruin you.” He growled out.

“Oh, I am sure I will.” You winked at him, clearly enjoying the show. You took a few steps back and stumbled on the coffee table. Perfect.

“Eyes on me, Todd” You said in a sultry voice and sat on the edge of the table. You knew his gaze would never leave you but damn he loved when you were vocal.

You slowly removed the t shirt you had been wearing only to show Jason what you’d been wearing under for all this time. It was a red silk set that matched his vigilante colours. The groan that left his body was an approval to you. Adding a bit more to the already sex laden air, you spread your legs. You were wet, cross that, dripping. The red silk had turned dark.

“Fucking hell” Jason swore. “You are dripping” he stated with a teasing voice. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you already are fucking dripping”

“Let’s fix that then, shall we?” with Jason’s head jerked. Finally, he was going to feel you against him but he was wrong and so fucking glad about it. What he saw was mesmerizing, you spread apart your legs and removed your bra letting it fall on the floor. You lightly grazed your nipples and they hardened instantly. Taking both your nipples between your fingers you started pulling and tugging. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. The fact that Jason was watching made you feel hotter and you absentmindedly started moving your hips to grind down on the coffee table.

Jason was a mess. He was watching you touch yourself like he does, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and the goose bumps you get under his touch. He wanted you, so badly. He wanted to be the one who put you in the hazy pleasure stage.

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours” His voice boomed through the room and you snapped out of your aroused state. You looked at the glorious needy mess that he was. Instead of replying to his comment you took your hand off your nipple and stuck two fingers in your mouth looking directly into his eyes. You heard him swear softly. The act had done a number on him.

Making sure to never break the eye contact you gently dragged your wet spit covered fingers across your body and stopped right on your pussy. Not being touched and the aphrodisiacs had made you so sensitive that bit down on your lip. You wanted to acknowledge Jason and his desperation to touch himself and you but you were so lost in your own world.

Your muscle memory kicked in, you spread your legs farther, slowly moving your fingers along your clit. The soft whimpers you let out of your mouth made Jason squirm on his chair. Wanting more you slipped the fingers in your dripping pussy. You felt your walls close on your two fingers but they weren’t enough. You started pumping yourself, fucking yourself in front of him, for him. Your body knew what you needed; two fingers became three. You were used to Jason’s cock but your three fingers plummeting in and out of you drove you over the edge and that’s when you felt it.

“FUCK FUCK JASON FUCK” you moaned his name as you felt your walls clench, you pinched your swollen nipples as your breathing got heavier. Just like a rush you let go. Moaning his name in a daze and still fingering your pussy through the first of many orgasms on the night.

Jason watched. He watched you finger yourself like he did, he watched you cum while you moaned his name like a prayer. He has smelled the air, the sweet scent of you making him loose his mind. He was on the verge of sobbing hell. Begging for a taste of you. But he knew if he gave in, you’d keep him there for hours.

“Look what a mess you made” he hissed at the sudden contact. Without a second thought you had taken his swollen tip in your mouth. Jason moaned, and the sounds he made were a melody to your ears. There was no way you could have fit all his 9 inches in your throat but you cleaned him up. Feeling your mouth on him, he started to thrust upwards in your throat but you let him go with a pop.

“You filthy brat, so needy so fucking needy, all it took were three fingers for you cum like that, huh? Like a fucking whore, but that wasn’t enough for you was it? You want more, don’t you?” with each passing word you started coming down from your high and wanting Jason more than ever. “Next time you cum moaning out my name, it better be when I’m fucking you into oblivion.”

You don’t remember walking towards him or undoing his belt but you do remember his cock, how he had cum undone.

He wanted more and seeing you spread out on your knees with strings of saliva and his cum dripping from your swollen lips made his cock twitch.

“I love the sounds you make for me, Babyboy but what I love more is you thinking you are in-charge here” you got off your knees and took off your last piece of clothing.

“I give orders around here honey and I decide how I get you fuck you” and straddled him again, he opened his mouth to retort back at you but you were quick to stuff his pretty mouth with your soaked panties. He moaned at the taste. So obscene, so raw and to add to his overflow to pleasure you started grinding your wet cunt against him. Your hole was so wet a proper angle would have had you impaled on his cock.

“Such pretty noises put a pornstar to shame Jason.” With very word you kept grinding on him, harder and faster.

“You know what I want Jason?” you looked him in the eye with lust and need “I want you to stretch me out, until I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me like you hate me” He couldn’t take it anymore, he was babbling with your panties in his mouth, he thrusted into you, at least he tried to. A few tears slipped as he knew you had the control.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full Jay, you want to cum, don’t you? You want me to take care you, right baby?” You cooed at him. One last time before you’d your control slip.

He nodded at you with his eyes brimming with tears and he shook beneath you.

“Mine”

You let go. Raising yourself and lining your dripping cunt with his still hard cock, you slammed onto him. The impact was a bliss, both of you were moaning. He felt so good, so big inside you. You loved how he stretched you out so nice. Jason fucking sent it. He was on cloud 9. Never had he ever came in his pants and never he thought he could cum this fast but the way you arched your back and gave a full display of your sweaty tits, oh how he wanted to suck on them and he did. With your panties still in his mouth he tasted your hard and swollen nipple mixed with your juices.

His mouth on yours made you weak and the way you called out his name and how he was so desperate for you made you bounce harder on him. You were both so overstimulated and wanted a release,

“Such a good boy for me, hMPH FUCK” Your hands in his hair pushing him into your chest. “So close fuck Jason what a fucking sight” words didn’t make sense to you. All you knew was how fucked out Jason looked under you and how you were going to cum. And you body followed right after as you let your second orgasm take over and fell apart right on his cock still inside your pussy.

You felt the aphrodisiatic high leave your body but Jason wasn’t done. He fucked you through your orgasm. He felt your body go limp and fucking went for it. Thrusting upward into your gripping pussy that as spread over him. He was going to break you into two. You knew it. He knew it. Putting your hands on his shoulder for support you let him torture your leaky cunt.

“fuck fuck fuck “you swore with each thrust “Just like that fuck, yes Jason. oh fuck, fuck.” His thrusts stronger than ever and his cock pulsing, waiting to release. You were sure his cock was messing with your brain because the only words you could say were “fuck” “Jason” and “harder” he was close and your words were an encouragement to him.

“Cum inside me. Fucking shit Jason, fill me up” you screamed one last time and he did, like a good boy he had cum for you.

You were both panting, the aphrodisiacs out of your systems were overtaken by soreness and tired.

You were resting your head shoulder and he was resting his on yours. You used your whatsoever left energy to unchain Jason and he immediately put his hands on your hips, feeling you up and down. You were both breathing heavily and on the verge of passing out on that same chair. Yet you were still trying to come off the roller coaster and get normal.

But then you remembered, nothing has ever been normal with you and with that last thought on your sound mind, you drifted to a peaceful slumber.

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timmytimwriter · 3 years

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Once Upon A Time...

A/N: Hi! I know I haven’t uploaded anything in a long while, BUT I’ve kept myself busy with writing. I know I had requests I haven’t uploaded yet, and that’s because I’m working on it. Recently, I started watching the Fantastic Beast film series and fell head over heels in love with Theseus Scamander. So, here’s a little mini-series.

As usual, all my Y/N’s are black. Period. If you want a white Y/N, refer to the other gazillion fanfics that fail to be inclusive to black women :) with that out the way, enjoy!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None, just heartbreak :(

Once upon a time, it was Y/N Y/L/N and Theseus Scamander against the world. Having spent nearly their entire life together, nearly everyone expected them to end up together. Hell, even they expected to end up together. And, they almost did. Y/N loved him more than she loved life itself. Theseus did not.

Once upon a time, Y/N was prepared to spend the rest of her life with Theseus. But their fairytale romance didn’t end in a happily ever after.

The small gang had run out of places to hide. Wherever they want, Grindelwald’s supporters seemed to find – and try to kill – them. They had exhausted every hiding spot in the entire continent of Europe, it seemed.

“We can’t just keep running.” Tina fumed after nearly escaping yet another attack. They trudged through the alleys of London. Try as they might, it was hard to stay inconspicuous with such a large group. If it were just Newt, Tina, and Jacob running it’d be easier – but, their ranks had been joined by Yusuf Kama, Nagini, and Theseus Scamander.

“We have to leave Europe. We can’t keep hiding out like animals.” Yusuf said.

“We could always go back to New York?” Jacob halfheartedly suggested. After losing Queenie, everything Jacob did was halfhearted. It was as if Queenie took his very essence with her when she left.

“No, New York would be too obvious. They know who we are, so they must know where we live.” Tina interjected, just as halfheartedly. She had lost her sister to an evil she couldn’t find. All she could do was run; run away from her sister.

Newt noticed her sadness and took her hand in his, offering her a small smile. Theseus watched his little brother and Tina hold hands, which only reminded him of what he had lost: Leta Lestrange.

Theseus’ bitter thoughts were interrupted by his brother. “New York may be too obvious but going to America isn’t such a bad idea…” Newt’s voice trailed off and he tentatively glanced at his older brother, who was lost in his own world.

“Theseus…” Newt softly said. He let go of Tina’s petite hand and walked over to his brother, putting a soft hand on his broad shoulders.

“What?” Theseus saw everyone now looking at him, and he wondered if he missed something important when he was lost in his own head. “Did I miss something?”

Newt took a deep breath. He knew this wasn’t going to end well. “I know a place we can hideout. In America. But you’re not going to like it…”

The day was September 18th, 1927.

The crisp autumn brisk bristled past Y/N as she swiftly walked through a nearly empty park. It was nearly 8AM and, though nearly everyone else in Washington DC was asleep, Y/N Y/L/N had made a point of waking up at 5 in the morning for the sole purpose of getting fresh baked goods from Maryland.

See, her favorite bakery was nearly an hour-long drive from her home and the goods always ran out fast. It had taken her weeks to devise a working and precise plan, but she had finally done it. Now, it was just this eerie park that separated where she parked her car and her apartment that delayed her breakfast.

“If the bread gets cold… after all my hard work… so help me Merlin…” she huffed, hastening her paste. Finally, she found herself in front of her apartment – a stout yet charming brown shoe-box shaped building that was snuggled between what seemed like a billion other buildings that fit the same description. Lucky for her, Y/N lived on the ground floor and only had to climb the front steps and insert her key.

“Home sweet home.” She thought to herself, setting the bag of baked goods on a nearby table. She shrugged off her light coat, lamenting if the food was worth not sleeping in. Lord knows when she may get another opportunity; with the rise of Grindelwald, her work at the ministry had nearly quadrupled.

But it kept her busy. It distracted her from everything ailing her life; how war was imminent, worrying for her family’s safety, worrying for her own safety, worrying for…him.

As much as it pained her, she kept close tabs on him. Whenever a European Auror turned up dead because of Grindelwald or one of his followers, she prayed it wasn’t him. Y/N had never been a religious person; she believed in magic, but that was it. To this day, it still puzzled her how the man who had completely crushed her heart made her believe in the unbelievable.

She shook her head. “Stop thinking about him.” She muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. “Lord knows he’s not thinking about you. Lord knows he was never thinking about you…” She tossed her coat onto the couch, making a mental note to put it away later.

For now, she needed the only thing that would drive him out of her mind: food. Through her heartbreak and depression, there was only one constant in her mind. The one thing that drove her out of bed nearly every day. The one thing that didn’t attempt to get her to “talk about it” or “put herself out there.” The one thing that she loved more than…

“Theseus!”

Lo and behold, standing right there in her petite kitchen was Theseus Scamander. The man who had obliviated her heart.

She nearly fell back in shock, never expecting to see his face again. After all these years… he still looked the same. His eyes were still dark with slight speckles on gold. His auburn hair still had those unruly curls that he hated and often unsuccessfully tried to gel back, but Y/N always loved. Most of her favorite memories with him included him cuddling up to her while she played with his hair.

She narrowed her eyes and peered closer at him, taking in everything that had changed. Yes, he had certainly aged, but he looked thoroughly exhausted. He had bags under his eyes, and small vanishing wounds riddled his body. He looked tired. Defeated. She had never seen that look in him.

He looked like she did when he left her. Heartbroken.

“So sorry to intrude like this, Y/N” his brother, Newt, interjected. Y/N only then realized that there were other people present.

“What the hell is going on?”

Newt provided a quick summarization of what the group had gone through the past couple of days: the fight during Grindelwald’s assembly, Queenie’s betrayal, Credence switching sides, and Leta’s death. At that last comment, Y/N’s eyes instinctively darted to Theseus, who kept his trained on the ground. As a matter of what, he was trying desperately hard to avoid eye contact.

“We wouldn’t be here if we weren’t desperate, Y/N.” Newt said. The Scamander’s and Y/N had a long and complicated history, and Newt hated having to impose this on his old friend. He didn’t like the idea of involving her in an already volatile situation.

Y/N, on the other hand, wouldn’t hear a word otherwise. “Of course, you’re all welcome to stay. I wish you’d come earlier and save yourselves the trouble of running around London seeking refuge.”

Newt gratefully nodded, taking Tina’s hand in his. “Don’t worry, I still remember my way around your flat.” At that, he and his... girlfriend(?) apparated away – probably to another room to get some privacy.

Now Y/N was left alone with a group of people she didn’t know. Well, she knew Theseus – once upon a time – but not as well as she thought she did, obviously.

“Alright, then. Are any of you hurt? Hungry? I’ve got baked goods from the best place in the country.” Y/N pushed further into the kitchen, clutching her bag of baked goods with her. Brushing past Theseus, she caught a sniff of the most comforting and familiar smell she knew. In fact, it was the exact same smell of her Amortentia potion. “I’ve got about a dozen bagels and some doughnuts. Oh, and cookies too. You might be wondering why I have so much food, after all, I’m just one person. And that’s a very funny question…” Y/N blabbered away. As if talking would fill the awkward space.

Because if she fell silent, she’d have to become more aware of her surroundings. That would mean looking at Theseus. Maybe even talking to him. And it would, ultimately, lead to her reliving every wonderfully painful memory she ever shared with him.

“Y/N…? Now, where have I heard that name before?” Jacob asked.

“Maybe from Newt? We went to Hogwarts together for about three years, after all.”

“Only three? Isn’t wizarding school for seven years, or something like that?”

“Yes, but I started school at Uagadou. It’s the wizarding school in Africa – I’m from Senegal, by the way, don’t let the English accent fool you- but then I transferred to Hogwarts in my fourth year…” Y/N trailed off, not fully wanting to finish the story as it didn’t paint her in the best light.

“…After she transfigured into a panther and attacked a kid for teasing her brothers.” Theseus finished. Y/N’s head snapped up, sending her Y/H/C locks flying in disarray, and stared at him. He was still tentatively looking at the ground, but his face held a knowing smile. “And then just a year after starting at Hogwarts, she did the exact same thing to another student.” He slowly raised his head. With his eyes partially hidden behind his disheveled auburn curls, it seemed as if he was staring into her naked soul.

“Magnolia Harper,” Y/N recalled, “She bloody deserved it too.”

“And what exactly did the poor girl do to warrant an animal attack?” Nagini whispered, her head cocked to the side in curiosity.

Y/N could feel the temperature in her cheeks rising by the second. At that times like this, she was glad her melanin complexion made it difficult for anyone tell she was blushing. The entire story was bloody embarrassing, especially given the situation everything was in right now. She chewed on the bottom of her lip, trying to piece together exactly how to phrase her answer.

Luckily, Theseus came to the rescue. “There was a rumor that she was planning on asking me to the Yule Ball and Y/N got insanely jealous. Pounced on her during Dumbledore’s practice dueling sessions and nearly clawed her entire face off.”

“Oh, so you two were an item. How sweet, young love.” Nagini mulled, smiling at the two. Yusuf stood beside her, solemnly nodding his head.

The pair looked down, the nostalgic smiles slipping from their faces. All the dissipating anger Y/N harbored suddenly came bubbling to the surface, remembering Theseus’ betrayal like a fresh wound. Theseus, on the other hand, felt the guilt and grief wash over him like a Tsunami.

“Not exactly. It turns out I was worried about the wrong girl…”

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safe passge -> the witcher {part two}

I will be uploading this to AO3 soon... I’ve never posted on there before so I’m just figuring it out!

Read part one here

Summary: Geralt deals with having you and Jaskier annoying him on the road. You stop at an inn and make a new friend.

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warnings: None

“So… day three on the road. How is the princess coping?”

“The princess will murder the bard with his own lute should he decide to keep calling her the princess.”

Jaskier raises his hands in defence and you shoot him a sickly sweet smile, revelling in how easily you can get to him. Your friendship with the bard has developed quickly over the three days you’ve been on the road, it seems as though the two of you are cut from the same cloth - personality wise that is. Geralt, bless his soul, thought he had it rough when he travelled only with Jaskier - now there are two of you.

“It’s not very becoming of you to threaten a life, princess.” Geralt hums, commenting on the incessant insults thrown between you and Jaskier.

You send the large man a glare out of the corner of your eye, fighting the smile that threatens to show as he meets your gaze with a smirk of his own.

No. You have to remind yourself, you are not attracted to the Witcher. The large, scary Witcher who could kill you with his bare hands if he wanted to. Your mind flashes with the inappropriate thought of his large hands around your neck, your life in his hands while he looks at you with those hypnotic eyes.

Your cheeks flush and your eyes dart around quickly, the horrifying thought that Geralt may be able to read minds as part of his Witcher-ness scares you.

“Jaskier… psst.” You hiss, trying to subtly get the attention of the bard who is humming a tune to himself as he skips just behind Geralt.

You’re in a small town surrounded by nothing but forest, making your way to the local inn from where you left the carriage at the edge of the dense greenery.

“Yes m’lady?”

“Geralt can’t… read minds… can he?”

Jaskier chuckles at your fear, his quizzical gaze pinning you for a moment before he cackles, “Oh! This is golden! Has someone been having some less than innocent thoughts about the big bad Witcher?”

“Shut up, Jaskier!” You squeal, slapping the bard harshly on his upper arm. He winces, sprinting back towards Geralt with cries that you’re attacking him. The white haired man turns his head to face you, his eyebrows raised exasperatedly. You respond with a pout, an innocent gaze his way through your lashes. You only receive a clenched jaw in response before he turns, hitting Jaskier on his arm in the same place you did.

A chuckle escapes your lips as he wails in pain. Sure, your little slap probably stung a bit - but Geralt did not hold back. He will probably have a bruise there soon. The inn enters your vision, and your sore muscles practically cry out in relief.

As you enter the establishment, you realise that you probably look quite the sight. First, the lilac adorned bard clutching his arm in pain, followed by the hulking Witcher, swords at the ready behind his back, and then you - in your pretty pink dress with your favourite necklace.

Certainly a motley crew, you wonder what the patrons are assuming when they see you. Do they guess correctly? That your parents paid the Witcher and his bard to escort you to your new home? Or do they assume wrong? Perhaps they think you’ve been kidnapped, held against your will by the big, scary white wolf.

Geralt doesn’t seem phased by the stares, thudding over to a table in the far corner of the room, lowering himself onto the wooden bench with a groan. Jaskier orders the three of you a round of ale and meat with all the trimmings and a side of potatoes.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumble as you observe the sloppy food the inn keeper throws before you, “I’ll save it, take it back for the carriage driver.”

“We’re not leaving here until you eat everything on that plate, princess.” Geralt doesn’t even look at you as he speaks, tearing a chunk of meat straight from the bone and chewing harshly. You cringe slightly at his brutish manners.

“No, thank you.”

“I wasn’t asking, princess.” There’s a new edge to his voice now, a no nonsense tone that non-verbally tells you that you’d better start eating right now, or else.

“Oh, don’t use your scary voice on her, Geralt. We all know you’re a big softie deep down.” The two men start to bicker amongst themselves and you snicker, reluctantly starting your meal.

Being raised as a princess, you were expected to be prim and proper at all times. That meant having immensely smaller portions of food to your male counterparts, so having a large meal - the same as the two men - is foreign to you.

You eat as much as you can, about half of the plate, before you start to feel full. Your eyes light up as you recall passing a beggar on your way to the inn. Deciding then that you’ll spare some of your own coin to buy the carriage driver his own meal, you ask the inn keeper if he can wrap up the remnants of your food in some cloth.

“I hope you’re saving that for later.” Geralt comments once you’ve ordered another meal for the driver.

You take a beat to reply, debating whether to tell him the truth, “Of course I am.” You lie, a sickly sweet smile gracing your lips.

“Hmm.”

A while later, whilst Geralt and Jaskier are having a hushed conversation, you attempt to drink some of your ale. This is another first for you too, never having had a sip of any sort of alcoholic beverage before.

Deciding that the best option is to go all in, you take a huge gulp of the brown liquid, regretting it instantly as you spit it all back onto the wooden table, choking and gasping as your throat burns.

You exchange an embarrassed, wide eyed look with Geralt and Jaskier, and there is a long moment of silence before they start to laugh. Yes, properly laughing. You’d expected it from Jaskier, but the deep peels of laughter that rumble from the Witcher take you by surprise.

“Oh! That was just priceless!” Jaskier wails, and you can’t quite tell whether he is pretending to wipe the tear out of his eye or if he is actually crying.

“Shut up.” You grumble, your face flush with embarrassment. Jaskier’s laughs fade in mere chuckles and Geralt just observes you quietly, a smile still tugging slightly on the corner of his mouth.

“Excuse the question, Geralt, but I don’t quite understand the carriage driver's insistence on sleeping in the carriage. Surely he can find a safe place to leave it for a night?”

“Princess, his whole livelihood rests on that carriage. If it goes, he’s done for. Not worth the risk for a comfortable night, I’d assume.”

“Oh.” You hate how frequently you’re reminded of the fact that you’re utterly clueless about anything outside of your luxurious lifestyle. You’re pretty sure that this will change during your month on the road, you’ve already experienced so many things you had never even imagined, “May I be excused to deliver his meal to him? I’m sure he’d appreciate some warm food.”

Geralt doesn’t answer, he just pins you with that annoying stare once more. Yes, annoying, that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“Of course you can, Y/N, excuse Geralt’s lack of brain cells that stop him from keeping up with a simple conversation.”

The Witcher’s arm darts out and before you even see what has happened, Jaskier is once again gasping in pain.

“You’re in no place to give such permission, bard,” He sends a side-eyed glare to the bard who grips his arm with a dark look in his eyes, “You’ve got an hour, princess, any longer than that and I’m coming to collect you. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” You grin, sending a thankful nod to the innkeeper who hands you the two parcels of wrapped food.

With one final wave to an apprehensive looking Geralt, you make your way back through the town. Your eyes light up when you realise the beggar is still in the same place, you approach her carefully and your breath stills when you realise she is holding a small baby.

“Hello there.” Your voice is soft as you approach her, and the woman smiles at you, although her eyes remain guarded. You notice she hugs the child tighter to her chest as you approach, and you can hardly blame her. It’s hard to know who to trust these days.

“Evening, miss.” Her voice is tired, croaky and worn. She sounds exasperated, and it is probably something to do with your rather… glamorous… attire. It is not customary for people of higher standing to treat beggars well. You’d heard stories of the young lords in your kingdom teasing and taunting the poor beggars.

“I picked up an extra portion of food in the inn,” You pause, wondering how to phrase this, “I was wondering if you’d like it?” Her eyes seem to light up when you show her the parcel of food, physical proof that you’re not playing a practical joke on her.

You’re torn as you gaze at the baby, wanting to give the half portion that you saved for the driver to make sure it gets fed. Surely you can explain to Geralt why you didn’t end up going back to the driver? Plus, this baby definitely needs it more.

“Oh, thank you miss.” The woman cries, her eyes literally tearing up as she inhales, taking in the fact that she is going to have a real meal tonight. She seems in disbelief when you hand her the other wrapped food parcel, telling her that it is for the baby, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, please take it.” You smile at her, beginning your walk back to the inn as she begins to cry. You stop, your mind screaming at you not to leave her there, and you turn back to the two with a resigned sigh, “Excuse me, ma’am, I’m staying at the local inn. Could I pay for you to spend the night there?”

The guarded expression returns to her eyes as she observes you, but she looks back down at the food in her hands and seems to realise that you’re not messing with her. She rises slowly, a pained expression on her face as she clutches the baby tightly to her breast. There is a limp in her step and you realise she has probably been sat in the same position for a while.

She catches up and falls into step beside you, a silence falling over you as you think of what to say.

“What is your name?” You start simple, hoping you can ease her into conversation without scaring her away.

By the time you reach the inn again, you’re laughing with the woman who you discovered is only two years your senior. Her name is Lettie, and she was kicked out of her home when she got pregnant out of wedlock. The father of the baby didn’t want anything to do with them, and left them to fend for themselves on the street.

She has a lovely baby girl named Faith, who giggles away as you babble at her. Lettie giggles at the story of Jaskier almost throwing up over your anecdote about the scar on your leg, and you laugh along as you push open the door to the inn. Once again, you’re on the receiving end of judgemental glances from the patrons - but Lettie doesn’t seem phased as she follows you over to the table where Geralt and Jaskier are watching you with wide eyes.

“When I let you out of my sight for an hour, I didn’t think you’d return with more people, princess.” Geralt grumbles, his harsh gaze fixed on Lettie and Faith, who both observe the Witcher curiously.

“Princess?” Lettie questions, only just seeming to register the term Geralt used to address you.

“Uh, yeah.” You blush, scratching the back of your neck, “I’m paying for her board for the night Geralt. I’ve plenty of coin to spare, why not use it for something good?” You ponder, gaining the attention of the innkeeper’s wife, requesting a large room with an adjoining bathroom, “I’d like a few jugs of hot water for a bath to be brought up, please.” You finish, smiling at Lettie whose eyes are teary once more.

“Oh, Y/N, I don’t even know what to say. This is the most kindness I’ve been shown in a long, long time. It… it means so much to me, you don’t even realise.”

You place a hand on her thin arm and squeeze gently, “Please, it’s a pleasure. Would you like me to watch Faith while you have a bath? I can sit in the adjoining room with her, if you’re weary of leaving her with me.”

She seems to mull over your offer for a while, before finally deciding that she can trust you, taking the room key off you with a smile.

“Please, take care of her. If she cries, she likes to suck on something - or maybe eat some food.” Lettie kisses her baby on the forehead and hands her over to you.

Now, you’ve never held a baby before. However, extensive lessons in motherhood from your own mother have prepared you for this moment - you clutch Faith, gently cradling her head in your palm as you rock her slowly. The baby seems at ease with you right away, and Lettie heads towards her room with a relieved sigh.

“Princess…” Geralt mumbles once more, and you finally look at the two men as you take a seat on the bench, still rocking Faith.

“Oh, hiiiii there.” Jaskier coos, stumbling around the circumference of the table to sit beside you, fawning over the little baby in your arms. Her wide eyes land on Jaskier and she lets out a shriek of delight when he begins to play peek-a-boo with her.

Faith reaches towards the bard, signalling that she wants him to hold her. You let out an aww and hand him the baby, finally meeting the gaze of Geralt who looks incredibly annoyed.

“What are you playing at, princess? We can’t bring them with us.” His tone is firm, no nonsense as he refuses to let you break from his gaze. You sigh, scooting over towards him, trying to ignore the way your mind screams at you to get even closer.

“I know that, Geralt. I was only going to give her some food and I saw her baby and… I couldn’t just leave them there. I’m going to part with them in the morning, after I give them some coin. I promise.” You look up at the Witcher through your eyelashes, your persuasive look has never failed before.

He groans, finally removing his gaze from yours and clenching his jaw.

“One night. We’ll be leaving early in the morning.”

You bite your lip to hide the victorious smile on your face.

*****

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