#people were also saying it's venom as a vase

[shattered-earth]

LOOK AT THIS VASE I MADE IN MY CERAMCS CLASS IT WAS REALLY HARD AND THERE WERE SO MANY RISKS BUT I DID IT AND NOTHING WENT WRONG ITS A MIRACLE (also i know NOW it looks like ferrofluid, but it was actually not the intention from the start LOL) If you're curious as to the inspo + process, it was inspired by this minoan jug on the left! It was made in two parts, and was originally supposed to be sleeker, longer, and smaller spikes but uhh look I'm not very good at ceramics LOL. So the size of the spikes and the more round shape.. already not on purpose, a byproduct of my lack of skill.

There was a lot of waffling on what colors I wanted to do, I had floated Squeakoid colors (white base, colorful spikes), all black, tenmoku (black but breaks brown), as well as half and half.

I decided on black in the end because DARK GOTH VIBES and my teacher felt the shape was so much already that simple black would highlight the silhouette and not be too busy. And that's how in the end it turned into a ferrofluid vase by accident LMFAO

#ceramics #spiked vase #mace vase #my husband said “mace vase” as soon as he saw it #and all i could say was i wish i thought of that first LOL #the mace shape was not intentional as i said so #i had none of these clever thoughts #ferrofluid #someone on twitter said ferrofluid flagon #rofl #people were also saying it's venom as a vase #like eddie i'm a vase now #AND there's people saying it's like harkonnen interior design LMFAO #the amount of references people are pulling is so funny

[ruki--mukami]

Nunnally was looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair falling down on her back, a shy smile on her lips. She liked what she was seeing, more than she wanted to admit. Perhaps she was not only smart but pretty after all? She took a single rose out of the vase that was placed on a small table close to the mirror. She smelled it and laughed quietly, more to herself than to anyone else.

That was how Ruki found her when he entered her room. She smiled upon his entrance still holding a flower in her hands.

“Ruki…” – she said happily looking at him – “You will not believe what happened in school today.” – she smelled the flower again – “A boy asked me out! I don’t know him, he’s not from my class, but he came to me during the lunch period and told me I am beautiful and he’d like to take me out for a date…and gave me this rose...” – Nunnally’s eyes were glowing, sparks of happiness inside them – “Can you believe it Ruki? He said I am beautiful. No one had ever told me that!”

“You included…!” – she thought…

Looking at Ruki, Nunnally was not sure she did right telling him that. But it was not that she wanted to meet that boy at all.

“I of course declined.” – she stated calmly and truthfully – “But he said he’s not giving up. He said he would come tomorrow with another rose and will be coming every day until I say ‘yes’. It’s quite romantic, isn’t it? Or maybe even poetic… But also silly. Do you think he’ll try to steal a kiss from me? That would not be good, though. I would need to slap him, but causing commotion at school is not advisable.”

Nunnally thought for a moment but said nothing more. Although she thought it could be nice, if he tried to steal a kiss. But not succeed of course. She truly did not want him to succeed. His words made her vanity flourish but nothing more. He did make her feel beautiful. Probably for the first time in her life.  She neither needed or wanted anything more. She did not even want to see him again.

"I think I should not see him again. It would be wrong."

(in need for jealous/fluff Ruki)

“Ah, is that so…? He thinks you’re beautiful, then. How lovely for the two of you to get along so well,” sarcasm laced his voice like venom. “For someone who declined his confession, you sure look happy about it. I believe it’s time you wipe that smug expression off your face, Nunnally. It doesn’t suit you at all. People who profess their fondness over whims like physical attraction should just grow up already. A pretty face can only get you so far… and to amount to nothing more than ‘beautiful’ will harm more than benefit you in the end. In that sense, gifting you a rose is awfully fitting.”

Confiscating the flower without warning, Ruki glared at its intricately woven petals, curled into crimson pulchritude. Despite its prickly stem, the Vampire soon crushed the bloom in his bare hands, crumbling the once graceful flower into mere confetti as each piece descended to the floor in tatters when he released his fingers. It almost feigned the spectacle of blood seething from between his digits, delicate and slender. Letting the pedicel fall after its petals, he simply cackled at the sight of the ruined rose, torn and destroyed as he hoped her anticipation for this supposed suitor would also perish. 

“Indeed, it may appear beautiful at first glance, but it shall wither away in due course—just as any semblance of attraction he has towards you. If you find this vain gesture ‘romantic,’ then I highly suggest reconsidering your role in this manor. He did not send you here to play lovey-dovey with your classmates, nor did he advise you to let your guard down during your stay. Furthermore… I don’t appreciate how many openings you leave for others to take advantage of you. But since you wish to drown in your own hubris until it suffocates you, then allow me to hasten the job.”

Two hands clawed into the seams of her shoulders until they unraveled, much like the rose on the floor, revealing the porcelain skin of her shoulders. Fangs bared, scowl exacerbated, Ruki dove for a vehement bite that pierced like a bloom’s thorns into the exquisite adipose. The petals of blood followed suit in small rivulets, adorning her flesh bright carmine as he fed. Several punctures came after, since the Vampire never lingered in one spot for too long, almost as if ensuring he wrote his name on one of his belongings with his teeth to deter other suitors from even stealing a glance at what belonged to him. First, her left shoulder, then the base of her jugular, and finally down her forearm. It was dizzying, it was enthralling, it was utterly glorious all at the same time when collecting her delectable nectar. An ambrosial ichor clouded his enraged thoughts as he withdrew, observing the red-stained canvas.

Visibly proud, at long last, he smirked. 

“You are, in fact, beautiful. Especially when you bleed for me, Nunnally… Red really is your color, you know. Those streaks of blood... Those gashes on you, inflicted by none other than your master. Bleed only for me,” he wiped his besmirched lips with the back of his hand. “Do you understand now…? You’re mine. Test my patience again and I shall love punishing you.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #nunnally sakamaki #lured-into-wonderland #runally #(( sorry nunnally you get the former rather than the latter fluff rooks ))

[starfinss]

hello!! i’m new to your blog but if your requests are open how about childe with a harbinger s/o? someone who help fuels his need for battle and keeps him warm at night?

Ah, hello, Anon! Welcome to my blog! My requests are very much open indeed!

I‘m unsure of if you wanted headcanons or a short fic, but I’ll write both for good measure. Also, if you’re on my blog’s actual page and there’s no read more button on this post, click the date just above the post and it should show you the whole thing. I have no idea why it won’t show the read more and can’t seem to fix it.

Anyway, please enjoy!

———

- Tartaglia would be smitten with someone who has that fighting spirit.

- Of course, if you’re not much of a fighter, there are certainly other aspects of you he likes.

- But having someone who will give him cuddles and sparring matches?

- This boy is in heaven.

- If you’re a fellow Harbinger, he’ll find any chance he can get to work alongside you.

- The two of you together have more than a little sway in the Snezhnayan military as literally two of its aces, so you’re more often than not the dynamic duo of the Fatui.

- Harbingers Eleven and Twelve are a package deal and everyone knows it.

- Power couple? Power couple indeed. The definition of a power couple.

- Literally. With the combined power of your visions, combat ability, and your looove, you kick ass.

- Tartaglia is literally like “look at my girl, off to destroy people.”

- He’s proud of your power and will brag about how strong you are any chance he can get.

- Your sparring matches are fierce.

- The two of you are pretty evenly matched in terms of power, so you need a wide open space to spar or things will get… messy.

- Like I’m talking vases smashed, tables broken in half kind of messy.

- It’s best you spar outside so you don’t wreck the house.

- You’re his enabler, like he’ll say something really fucking ominous about how the snow is a perfect backdrop for bloodshed and you’re like ‘shit, you right.’

- I’m getting Rakan and Xaya from League of Legends vibes but with way less freedom fighter and way more murder and battle hunger.

- I don’t know why I like the thought of him calling you his ‘little dove,’ but I do and I will be using that.

- You treat each other’s wounds after battles, all that fun stuff.

- Partners in Crime 100%.

- But at the end of the day, the two of you end up snuggled close at night no matter where you are, be it out camping in the wild or stationed in Liyue Harbor.

———

“Ouch.”

A huffed chuckle, and you felt the bandages around your waist go slack.

“Sorry,” Tartaglia said, “That pyro arrow really came out of nowhere, hm?”

You snorted. “Nothing I’m not used to.”

Another chuckle, and you felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head, making you smile.

“That’s my little dove,” he said, and you smiled wider at the affectionate nickname, “tough as nails.”

“You’re the same way,” you said, “Always— shit!”

You felt the bandages tighten again, and Tartaglia muttered a soft apology as he finished tying them around your wound.

“There,” he said, “all wrapped up.”

You pressed a palm to your bandaged waist, wincing at the tenderness beneath it, and Tartaglia pulled your hand away, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t mess with it too much,” he said, “it’ll form a lovely scar, but it’s best to let it heal for now.”

He loved your scars, something you’d been insecure about before you met him. But he told you they showed you were strong, that you were a fighter befitting the title of Twelfth Harbinger. And in turn, you loved his scars. The uneven skin beneath your fingertips reminded you that the man you loved was real, and that what you had with him wasn’t just a dream.

“Thank you for patching me up, love,” you said, and Tartaglia smiled, lips pressing tenderly to your forehead.

“Always.”

The door to the office swung open, revealing a young Fatui foot soldier. When he saw your state of undress, he covered his masked face, turning around.

“L-Lord Harbingers, headquarters have sent further orders. Please pick them up at your convenience.”

You reached for your shirt, buttoning it on over your chest, followed by your jacket. You hadn’t been fully naked, you were wearing a bra, but you still felt a little bad for giving the young man such a surprising eyeful.

“Thank you,” Tartaglia said, and you noticed a sliver of venom in his voice when he spoke again, “but maybe consider knocking next time.”

The foot soldier turned around, his cheeks beet red. “Y-yes, Lord Harbinger, sir! Will do, sir!”

Nearly tripping over himself, the soldier scurried from the room, closing the door after him.

“You scared the wits out of the poor kid,” you said, and Tartaglia scowled.

“Nobody but I am able to see you like that.”

His jealousy was a little adorable, you had to admit. You stood up from your perch on the edge of the desk and crossed to stand close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“It was an accident, love. Give it a rest.”

He sighed, resting his chin on your head. “Okay, if you say so, dove.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, happy and warm before heading off to take care of official business. As you walked, you stood close, fingers brushing together every so often, just on the verge of interlacing.

The Eleventh and Twelfth were a package deal, everyone knew that. Even your new orders knew that. And as you looked up at your love, meeting his smile with yours, everything was perfect.

#request #genshin tartagalia #tartagalia x reader #harbinger reader #Fatui! Reader #this got popular for some reason #thanks anon! #hcs #drabble

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Grey Wings.

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

*Grey Socks*

*Grey Boxes*

*Grey Balloons*

*Grey Singlet*

*Grey Cocktails*

*Grey Keys*

*Grey Rope*

*Grey Boxing Gloves*

*Grey Ice Pack*

*Grey Lace*

*Grey Ashes*

Thank you to my Bishop Beta @beccabarba and Bishop’s Halloween costume is dedicated to @alwaysachorusgirl who is a massive fan of this series ❤.

🦇Happy Halloween 🎃

Warnings: Swearing, old relationships and smut.

WC: 1861

Enjoy x

The aftershocks of the fires through Santo Padre continued for weeks. Every shift was none stop, with people getting injured going back to the runes of their houses and hurting themselves, and you hadn’t been seeing Bishop much, the club helping out when Antonia asked, “The town needs the club so they know you’re the good guys” was the line she used to rope Bishop into saying yes. The last few weeks you had just been sleeping next to each other and now the clean up and work started to settle down, Ez suggested the club throw a Halloween party, inviting the charters from out of town for you all to let your hair down and naturally you were sweet talked into planning it with the help of Rosa.

You had organised the food, had gone all out on the decorations and made a new play listen to play during the night over the speakers. You had taken a couple of days off work to relax, Rosa taking the same days off and on the day of the party, Letty, Gabby, Steve and Chucky promised to spend the day helping you set up for the night. You walked out to the van Chucky had backed to the stairs, which had some of the bigger decorations and the green and red lights in it when you heard voices, pulling your attention towards Ez’s trailer and you saw him having an intense conversation with Emily.

You walked down the steps and stood there for a moment; your arms crossed over yourself watching on in disbelief that she would be stupid enough to walk into the club house grounds, let alone talking privately with Ez. When was history going to stop repeating itself and stay away from you, why was Emily even here and why would Ez walk back into that situation when he had Gabby waiting for him every night? You watched as Emily started to point her finger in Ez’s face and Ez threw his hands up and turned to walk away from her. Emily called after him and she looked past him and caught eyes with you, you shaking your head back at her, her face blushed and she started to walk towards you also,

“Y/N, it’s not what you think” Ez walked to stand in front of you and you looked up into his eyes.

“Does Gabby know your out here with her?” Ez sighed looking down to the ground “Go inside” you snapped.

“You’re not my mother“ Ez shot back frowning at you.

“Your mother would have kicked your ass for being out here in the first place Ezekiel, so don’t try me”

Ez rolled his eyes walking inside and when you looked back ahead of you Emily was standing in front of you, her eyes wide open starring at you and her arms crossed over her body,

“Does Miguel know you’re here? And who you came here to talk to?”

“It’s not what you think, Y/N”

“Emily, what even made you think it was a good idea to come here and speak to him? You’re asking for trouble”

“Don’t try to act like my friend now and pretend you’re concerned about me and my marriage. You don’t understand, ever since Dita-“

“Don’t kid yourself Emily” you scoffed “Look at who your married too, you know how he feels about Ez. Gabby is an absolutely amazing person and I wont let you swoop in here to try and rekindle something because your home isn’t happy” your tone was laced with venom.

Emily raised her hand and went to slap you, but before she could even swing for you, you felt a hand grab yours pulling you out of the line of the slap and Bishop pulled you behind him to shield you,

“I don’t think your husband would approve of you being here Mrs. Galindo. It’s not really the place for a lady like you. I think you should leave” Bishop said coolly, Emily narrowed her eyes at you both. She went to open her mouth, but Bishop cut her off before any words came out “Oh and Emily” Bishop ran his hand through his beard, looking at her with frowned brows “raise your hand at my girlfriend again, we’re going to have a big fucking problem, understand?”

“Clearly” Emily spat turning on her heels walking away.

Bishop turned to face you, his eye brows raised, a grin on his face and you shrugged your shoulders,

“It’s Halloween, all kinds of crazy comes out today” you looked at him coyly.

“Halloween’s got nothing to do with it, baby. Your ghost’s follow you around all year round”

“Babe, they aren’t ghost, they’re poltergeist”

Bishop let out a chesty laugh and you gave him a cheeky smirk.

“Should have thrown you both in the cage to fight it out. If you can beat Angel’s ass, she wouldn’t have stood a chance” You giggled back and Bishop hooked an arm around your waist pulling you into him, “You know how much I like it when your feisty, so sexy” his lips landed on your jaw and his hand went down to grab your ass through your jean shorts, then he slapped it and he peaked your lips, your hands going to his cheeks and you both smiled into each other lips “Do you need help finishing the decorating?”

“We’re good, thanks babe”

The club house looked absolutely amazing, green and red lights around making it look eery, ghost, zombies, mummies and spiders hanging from the roof, fun Halloween food, gross Halloween candy and so far, everyone had dressed up. You, Rosa, Letty and Gabby walked out of Ez’s trailer all dressed in your costumes walking across the yard to the party. Rosa dressed as a sexy cop, Letty as a sexy witch, Gabby sexy sugar skull and you in your sexy grey fairy dress with matching grey wings.

Your eyes scanned around the outdoor area at everyone’s costume and you were excited that they had all made an effort to get dressed up when your eyes found Bishop up on the porch talking to Taza and Hank and your mouth watered. A white tank top showing off his arms and chest with red paint dripped over different parts of it, an old pair of jeans that had rips down the legs, his salt and pepper hair swooped back, his beard perfect and furry fingerless gloves on his hands. Bishop excused himself from the others and walked down the stairs to you, his eyes dark as they ran over your body in your very tight and very short dress,

“Hey baby” he peaked your lips “Love your costume, my sweet girl” he growled before he kissed your neck and made you giggle at his beard tickling your skin.

“Love yours. Such a sexy werewolf” your hands rested on his arms.

Bishop grinned, his lips landing on your shoulder and he kissed up to your ear his hot breath hitting your skin and you shivered,

“Does it make you hot for me baby?”  He nipped your ear lobe.

“Always hot for you” you purred back.

It had been an amazing and fun night. Too much drinking and too much dancing. Your wings and his gloves long gone when Bishop was leaning on the pool table, you between his legs with your back to his chest shaking your hips in his crotch to the beat of the music and his hands on your hips. One of Bishop’s hands snaked up your body and his hand went around your throat and his other ran down to your thigh, his fingers brushing up the inside of it and his lips at your ear,

“I’ve missed you so much baby” he kissed behind your ear. You moaned pushing your hips back into him and you heard a growl rattle through his chest “It’s been a long time since I made you feel good” he rolled his hips into you and you moaned again.

His grip wasn’t firm on you, you walking out of with no struggle. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the templo door, till you both saw the bathroom door open and Bishop pulled you into it, closing and locking the door behind you both. He pulled you into his body and he kissed you deep, rough and needy. Bishop’s tongue rolled into your mouth as he reached for your hand pulling it to his crotched and you cupped him over his zipper, he grunting into your mouth. Bishop’s hand went on top of yours pushing your hand into him more as he started to push you back towards the bath.

When your legs bumped into it, Bishop’s hands moved to grab your hips and he spun you around and he sat on the edge of it before you watched as his longs fingers pushed down his zipper and he reached into his boxers pulling out his hard cock. You looked down at him and licked your lips. You stepped over him so your legs where either side of his, Bishop reaching under your costume to hock his finger into the edge of your panties to movie them out of the way as you lined yourself up to him and you sunk down on him. Your mouth was slightly open as he stretched you, you missing the way he filled you up and Bishop let out a groan when he bottomed out in you, he missing your warm wet centre.  Your arms went around his neck, one of his arms around your middle and his other cupping your ass cheek, guiding you over him as you rocked your hips,

“I missed you babe, so much” you whimpered feeling your walls flutter around him.

“Me too baby” he grunted.

Your eyes were locked with his before your forehead rested on his, your hips moving faster over him and he started to thrust up into you. You loosened one arm from around him and reached down, your pointer finger finding your clit and rolling over it fast, your orgasm coming on faster because it had been so long,

“Yes, Bishop”  you whimpered

“Let me hear you baby”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and you moaned Bishop’s name loud as pure pleasure crashed over you as you came hard around him. Bishop started to thrust up into you as you started to come back down to reality, his grip on your behind bruising till he stilled and grunted your name loud, his realise spilling into you and he tried to catch his breath. Bishop’s hands came up to your face, cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply. You didn’t break the kiss as you stood up off him, your hands then moving to his cheeks. Bishop broke the kiss peppering your face with kisses before he let you step away to fix yourself up and he did the same,

“Trick or treat babe” you smiled at him and Bishop grinned as his fingers did up his belt,

“That baby, was a treat” he winked “the tricks can come out when we get home”

 Tags: @nestorocetevas @jemmakates @frattsparty​ @withmyteeth​ @lyly00

#bishop losa #bishop losa x you #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa smut #bishop losa x #obishop losa #obispo losa #mayans mc #mayans fanfic #mayans smut #mayansmc

[plush-rabbit]

In God's Warm Embrace

Pastor Simeon decides to talk about you and your little absence around the Church as of late.

Warnings: could be considered noncon, or like coercion

Warnings: 4.2K

A/N: (〃￣︶￣)人(￣︶￣〃)

You walk through the corridor, the statues looking upon you. White roses are placed in vases at each window, the petals wilting at the ends and falling onto the lace tablecloth. The eyes of a crucified Jesus seem to follow you as you enter a room. It’s empty, only pictures and a singular cross looking upon you and keeping you company as you sit on a teal cushioned chair and wait.

The room is filled with light, the rays of the fading sun catching amongst the panels and shining a kaleidoscope of colors onto the room, peeking at the top of your knees and creeping to your thighs. Your hands are moist with sweat, your brow knitted with worry and your lips pulled into a frown. Shame floods your body, burning hot with the fire from hell, your tears slipping down the curve of your face and dripping onto the collar of your shirt. You’re stuck in silence while the world outside moves on, living shame free and simply existing.

The door to the office opens with a gust of warm air entering, and in the same breath, it’s closed, clicking to a lock. You swallow and your mouth is dry, your gaze sticks on the hardwood floor, trying to make out a pattern within the lines. A chill runs through your body when two hands rest on your shoulder, gripping tightly onto you.

Silence rings in your ears, deafening and enough to make your ears ache. “You know I care for you deeply, do you not?” He offers no room for you to answer him. “I do my best with what I can, while I’m in charge of the church- in charge of you. You know you’re able to come to me if you’re ever struggling.” His index finger twitches against your shoulder. “Have I not made that clear?” He squeezes your shoulders with both hands.

“No, Pastor Simeon. You’ve made it clear I can turn to you. You’ve taken great care of me ever since I found the Church.” You can hear laughter ringing outside the window, the color on your knees twinkling with each passing second. “I appreciate it very much.”

“Then, you’d be willing to tell me why I found you with Pastor Raphael? You know, he doesn’t just allow anyone in his office.” His nails are cushioned by the fabric of your blouse. “Nor does he allow anyone to sit so close to him.” You can hear something venomous in his voice, a low hiss that is gone as soon as it came.

“I simply needed help planning the monthly party. You seemed busy with a new follower and I didn’t want to take away your attention.” Your heart leaps into your throat, catching and making it impossible to breathe. “I didn't mean to offend.”

“You know I’m always happy to make time for my favorite follower.” His hand creeps closer to your neck, his skin warm against your clammy one. “While you’re here, I’ve also been meaning to ask you why you haven’t shown up on Friday nights? You know we still hold services on those nights.” His index tickles the base of your neck, stroking upwards onto you. “Where have you been?”

You rub your thighs together, anxiety deep in your joints, making you antsy and uncomfortable. “I’ve met some friends,” you confess. “We go out on Fridays and well, Fridays are usually empty so I assumed-”

“Ah,” he says simply. “You believe that your own enjoyment is above others who are seeking guidance from our Lord.” He sighs, his hands coming closer to the base of your neck, fingertips light against you. “I see the Devil has tainted your heart,” a sad tone lacing at his words.

“No!” You gasp out, trying to look above. “It- It’s not-”

His words cut through yours. “Tell me, are these friends the ones who saved you when you were alone? When you were lost and broken? Are they the ones who rescued you from damnation?” You shake your head. “I can’t hear you.”

“No,” you mutter, twiddling your hands together. “That was you.” You swallow, your lips dry and the swirl of colors makes it hard to focus. “I apologize. I just thought-” your lips pull into a straight line- “I had thought that perhaps I could go out. I didn’t mean to abandon my duties here. I promise to do better.”

“You’re in God’s house. You should know that promises made under here are sacred.” You nod your head. “Speaking of Fridays-” his hands finally wrap around your neck and you startle- “you’ve been missing confession during then.” Your hands flutter but make it no further than your chest, your eyes trying to latch onto a reflective surface to look at him. He says your name in a light whisper, his fingertips caressing the front of your neck. “I’m sure you have things to confess. Don’t fret, we all sin from time to time. We are only made in God's Image, but he’s the one who gave us free will. As long as we find our path to light, we’ll surely be saved.” He clicks his tongue, a hand faltering away to slip past your shoulder and tease at your collarbone. “Is there anything you’d like to confess? After all, you have my undivided attention.”

“I’m afraid I have sinned.” His hands tighten around you. You aren’t sure if it’s a threat or something else- even then you aren’t sure what the “something else” could be. “As you mentioned earlier, I’ve been putting my own satisfaction above others. I fear that I’m becoming selfish in my ways. However, I know that with enough prayer, I could overcome this. I think I'll head home tonight and pray.” You don’t know how to feel with his hands around your throat, not liking the way they seem to claim over you. “I still need to purchase items for the monthly party.”

As you move to rise from your seat, he pushes you back down. You fear that the Devil’s clawed hands will rise from the floor and grab at your ankles. You call his name, straining your neck to look up at him and when you meet his eyes, you look back down, murmuring an apology for daring to look at him.

“You’ve been lacking your duties, playing around with people who don’t care for you- at least not in the way I do- and now you want to rush home? You’re already here, let me help you. Let me be the one to help you repent your sins. I am a man of God, devoted and under his light, it’s only right that I save you from damnation.” His words leave a sinking feeling in your stomach, aching and twisting around, pulling tight until acid is rising- thick and burning. “You want to be forgiven, don’t you?”

You nod your head. “In the confessional?”

“No, dear.” The colors are warm on your skin, his hands light, and the room cold. “This one is a bit more personal. Something that I’m only willing to share with you.” The sun shines outside, colors reflected across the room, shining in an heavenly light. “Hebrew 4:13-” he sounds almost smug as he speaks, his abdomen pressed against the back of your chair- “Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.” You can feel him hover closer to you, his hand lowering past your collarbone and slipping to the curve of your breast. “You seek to repent for your sins, do you not? Do you think Raphael would still be intrigued with you after learning that you’re abandoning God to seek out pleasure from others? I know how you care for the opinion of others.” His hand massages at your breast, pulling at the cup, your hardened nipple peeking through the shirt. “Come now, my little lamb, make the wise choice.” His finger pinches at your clothed nipple, causing you to pinch your thighs together, a shameful sound muffled between your closed lips. “Do you wish to confess your sins to me?”

Your body is lit aflame with the way that he touches you, an uncomfortable growing wet spot forming between your legs. “I wish to repent, Pastor Simeon.” Your stomach drops at your words, your heart beating against your chest and a cold feeling wraps tight around you. “Please, help me.”

“Open your mouth,” he says, a hand hugging your throat and forcing you to look up at him. You do as you say, the tip of your tongue peeking past your bottom lip. “You wished to repent for your sins.” His lips curve into a thin smile. “Well, I’m about to help you.” He bows his head, the apple in his throat bobbing as his lips are pursed together. Spit falls onto your tongue, the taste bitter with wine, and thick with salvation, as you close your mouth and swallow it. A hand cups your face, his hand softly curling into a petting motion. “Good-” he pulls away and you watch him move, standing before you with hands on his belt, the metal clinking together as he undoes the belt- “get on your knees and take my cock into your mouth.”

You can still feel the way that his hand felt when it was wrapped around your throat, the lingering feeling of something tight coiling around you and you fear that you’ll be left with bruises. “Yes, Pastor Simeon,” you whisper under your breath.

The chair squeaks in the room, your knees cold as you meet the floor. You open your mouth, wanting to speak further, to perhaps put a stop to this or have some sort of guidance, but the taste of wine weighs heavy on your tongue, your breath coming out in short pants as your hands tremble to unzip his pants. You inch close to him, the zip echoing in your ears as you pull it down. He removes his shoes and kicks them off the side, his pants lowered and he stands in his briefs in front of you, the outline of his cock bulging against the fabric. Your hand cups over the outline, your lips pulled into a frown when warmth emanates from it and burns against your palm.

“Are you okay?” You look up at him, with wide eyes, sneaking a glance back to where your hand still holds his covered cock. “I understand, being tempted is quite different than actually committing the act, but I assure you-” his hand curves over the top of your head- “this is for you. I’m trying to save your soul. I was chosen by God, I wouldn’t dare trick you in any way.” He senses your hesitation, the worry in your eyes that brim over with tears. “How about this? Kiss me. That way, it’ll be an easy transition for you.” He helps you onto your legs, standing against him, his hands cupping your face and lips bittersweet with wine. “We’ll kiss like lovers. Make love as one, and I assure you, that after today’s session, you’ll be one step closer to God’s Light.”

His lips are soft, tongue even softer as it slips between your lips. His kiss is nice- something pleasant and slow that makes your stomach churn as if butterflies were inside of you. You lean closer to him, pressing your chest against his and your hands are awkwardly stiff at your sides. He’s still pressed against you- his erection stiff and pulsating with heat as he deepens the kiss.

A hand leaves your face, leaving you cold. You whine into him when his hand traces down your body, grabbing at your empty hand and placing it above his cock. He holds yours, gently mimicking jerking motions as the kiss continues. Saliva pools under your tongue, slipping past the corners of your lips and dripping thickly onto your shirt. Your head spins, fever burning your skin as the summer heat does to you. You hold together onto him, the cock thick in your hands as shakily continues the motions without his help. With a mouth filled with his tongue and shared spit, he pulls away, pecking at the corner of your lips to your jawline and against your neck- right below where your heart pulses. His briefs are slipped off, the heat of his member burning against your hand.

“Get on your knees. It’s time to worship,” he says quietly to you, his hands wrapped around your arms, guiding you to your knees. “Remember, that this is for you.” Your knees meet the cold floor once more, your joints aching and lips already feeling bruised despite the soft kiss. “You’re the sinner and I’m the one guiding you to salvation.”

Your cupid’s bow bumps against his cockhead, a slimy trail of pre-ejaculate spreading across your lips. A hint of something salty replaces his bittersweet taste, you push yourself forward, your lips opening as you wrap them around his cock. His hands cradle the back of your head, a sigh of pleasure filling the air between the two of you.

“Suck on it,” he orders, pushing your head deeper onto his cock, until it hits your uvula. You hollow your cheeks, the soft, plushiness of it pressed against the side of his cock. “Just a bit harder, my dear.” His hands knit between your hair and his fingertips press against your scalp. “You suck on my cock, and I’ll guide you.”

True to his word, he guides your head, pushing you deeper down his cock as tears spring to your eyes, your ears hot and chest losing air with each thrust. Your mouth closes around his cock, a pitiful attempt at sucking at his cock while he thrusts your head onto him. With each thrust, the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, his hands holding tightly onto you. To say he is forceful feels almost wrong, but his hands are heavy, his gestures anything but sweet and the only kind words that he can hiss out between his clenched teeth are praises that make your stomach twist. You aren’t sure if it’s his taste that is acidic or sickness settling in.

“But while my relationship is secure with you, I know sin can break our fellowship at times. I’m still human, and I often forget who I am and Whose I am. You want to convict and correct me, not shame me.” His voice cuts through the air, louder than your choking. He holds power in his voice, muttering through the prayer, increasing in volume as his moans do. “So before I take communion today, I’m asking You to truly search my heart and reveal hidden things for which to ask Your forgiveness.”

The noises that fill the room are loud, gagging and wet slapping sounds with each movement. Your jaw aches, tears slipping past the curve of your face as your nails dig into his thighs. You call his name and it’s unheard, a jumbled mess of slurred sounds that are lost within the wet slapping sounds. Yet, even with his cruelness, something pulses between your legs. It’s an uncomfortable situation, something thick slipping past your entrance and resting on your underwear, the twisting in your stomach rivaled by a burning ache.

“Oh my,” he grunts, pressing your face down to his base. Your tongue slips around the underside of his cock, tracing at a vein as saliva slips down your chin. “My little lamb, you feel fantastic.” He’s too deep in your mouth, closing at your throat and blocking any air that can travel. “Just hearing you gag is nearly enough for me.” Your face burns, burning hot tears form and cling to your lashes. Your mouth bubbles with drool, your palms slapping against his thighs as you call to him through his cock. Something acid crises in your throat, only to be washed away by his thick seed. It slides down your throat, heavy and filling, white creaminess staining your tongue and burning past your tears.

When he pulls you away, you cough, small specks of semen ruining the cherry wood floors. You gasp for air, the scent of candles burning strong in the air. “Sim-” a cough interrupts your words- “Simeon,” you hiccup, your hands flat on the ground. You look up at him, watching as he strokes his cock, semen dripping onto the floor. “What are you doing?”

“We’re not done yet,” he says as he grabs you by your biceps and lifts you into a standing position. “I apologize for the roughness but it’s what the Lord commands me to do. Now, it’s time for the other steps.” He presses you against the edge of his desk, the hem of your skirt in his hands and his breath close to yours. His thumb brushes away your tears. “Lift up your skirt for me, my sweet lamb.”

“What?” You ask in a strained whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself, giving yourself the comfort you desperately need. “What do you mean? Wasn’t that enough?”

“There can never be enough salvation.” he grabs your hands and lets them hover over the hem of your skirt. “Now, lift up your skirt. Don’t make me repeat myself again, dear.” He takes a few steps back. He gives you a slight nod, allowing you to proceed.

You lift up your skirt, the fabric clenched in your hands, and even though you just had his cock in your mouth, you feel exposed. Simeon hums in thought, stepping towards you, his index finger tracing over your slit. His index presses harshly against you, almost teasing at your entrance and when he pulls away, the tip of his index is shining. He tilts his head and rubs his index and thumb together, your arousal smearing between the two, as his hands on your thighs as they reach the hem of your underwear and pull down. You can feel a cool strand of your arousal slap against our warm skin when the fabric pools around your ankles.

Your clothes are removed, falling onto a lifeless puddle on the floor. You rest on the desk, your hands flat against the table as you peer at your Pastor. He fills the gap, the tip of his cock smearing between your lips. You gasp out, your head shaking as you look around the room. “Wait- Wait,” you stop him. He listens and gives you a tender smile.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” His hand cusps at your face, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.

“I’m a-” your face burns with shame as you look down. Your hand is casted in rainbow light. “I don’t- I’m saving myself till marriage. I don’t- isn’t there another way?”

“My lovely lamb,” he whispers out, his lips ghosting over your collarbone and resting over a pert nipple, another hand covering your other breast. “You don’t have to worry about that right now. God won’t hate you for acts of love. If that’s difficult for you to comprehend, why don’t you think of me as your God for now?” His lips peck at your nipple, his mouth opening and suckling at your breast. “Making love with God is not a sin.” You arch your back as he nurses on your breast, his other hand massaging and kneading at the other breast.

Tears dry in your eyes, your gaze wide and doe-like. “What about a condom? I’m not on birth control or anything.”

“My dear-” he kisses at your breast once more, lolling the hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue- “with me inside of you, it’ll be much more pure. It’ll be the pure essence of me- our God- in your body. Nursing at your womb and filling you with life. Don’t deprive yourself of that.” He lifts his head, your breast is cold from the air, the other pert from touch.

Your rim is stretched, a pain sparking between your legs. The crown of your head is pushed against his desk, your hands lawing around his biceps. He muffles your yelp with a rushed kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips. You gasp for air, pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs around him, hoping that that will deter him from continuing.

It doesn’t.

He thrust into you, pulling away, his cock stretching you virgin walls. He pulls away from the kiss, his lips on your neck before he rises above you and kisses your lips once more. Your legs loosen from the hold on him and he grabs at you, pushing your legs into a bent position over your body. Everything feels much too tight, the position only bringing a stinging pain with pleasure right at the cusp, your body aching for anything to remove the pain.

In a desperate attempt, you bring your hand to rub at your clit, letting out a breathy moan when it does relieve you from the pain. He kisses your lips once more and unable to think, you can only press down at your clit.

“It stings,” you murmur between the lips. “Pastor Simeon, it doesn’t-”

“Just give it a second.'' His hand replaces yours and his fingertips feel foreign compared to yours. “Such a good follower to know that you have to play with yourself.” He presses the kiss deeper, his hands finding a sweet rhythm that makes you gasp into his mouth, the pain fading away with every thrust. “How ever did you know to do something like that?” His pace quickens, a wet clicking sound filling the room as he pushes himself inside of you. “Do you do this often or-” his fingers pinch at your clit, causing you to squeeze your legs together, your cunt wrapping tightly around him- “did someone teach my favorite follower something so perverse? What was it? Were you being a whore and touching yourself or did you let someone play with you?”

“Me,” you choke out, clinging onto him, so desperate for another kiss to dull the fading pain. “It was me.” Your tears catch on your tongue and you shake your head at the taste. “I’m so sorry Pastor Simeon. I was weak,” you moan, closing your eyes until colors and organic shapes fill the inky blackness. You can feel the gold cross around his neck rest between the valley of your breasts, a cold surface against your fevered skin, it bobs and piches at you with every thrust.

He grunts above you, moaning your name until it sounds odd in your ears, his cock twitching inside of your velvety walls. His cock fills you, stretches your cunt and makes you feel impossibly full. Your clit pulses with arousal as you drip around his cock, pulling him close to you, desperate to feel his burning skin upon yours. He calls your name, stuttering his hips inside fo you before coming to a still. You’re filled with his seed- creamy white that spills out of you only to be pushed back in by his hands. You’re covered by him, your entrance puffed and spilling with white discharge, your body shakes as he pulls himself out. His lips meet your in a tender kiss, sucking at your bottom lip and holding you close.

Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion, your body shaking lightly as thick semen pours out of your ravaged cunt. You call for him, your hands blindly searching as they fall past the edge of the desk. His lips press against your forehead, cold hands that touch at your feverish body, makes you lean into him. His lips smile against you.

“You’re free to rest here as long as necessary.” You open your eyes at him, your brows furrowed but without energy and no room to have any coherent thoughts, you are unable to ask him anything. “I hate to leave you here, but I have a meeting to attend. I’ll hope to see you again next Friday, of course.”

You turn your head lazily towards him where he’s already buckling his belt. “Next?” You ask with a pause. “What do you-” a yawn ruins your sentence and chance to speak.

“Surely, you did not believe that one session was enough to lead you to redemption? Oh my, sweet lamb, no.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a patronizing huff. “You’ve told me yourself that you’ve touched yourself- do you believe that God would take in such a whore?” He smiles at you and it’s cold. “He wouldn’t,” he says simply, adjusting his collar, the necklace that once laid between your breasts now rests between his. “But I’m here to watch over you. To give you the treatment that you deserve and make sure you get into God’s good graces.” He walks to the door, his back turned to you, until his hand is around the knob. “Now remember, you wanted this, and I’m more than happy to help, my dear lamb.”

The door clicks close behind him and you are left in a darkening room, the kaleidoscope of lights vanished long ago, only a dripping trail of semen leaking from your cunt. Your body aches and you feel cold, naked under the eyes of the Lord. With shaky limbs, you rise from the desk, wearing the clothes as they are- wrinkled and dirtied from the dust on the floor. You pat yourself down. The doorknob is cold under your touch, your body pricked with goosebumps, and let the door close behind you.

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[annie-blackhill]

Aight, I know that I've been away for awhile but now I'm back and I have ideas babes!

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Warnings:

Depression

Anxiety

Past panic attacks

Mentions of past domestic violence

Abusive childhood

Post traumatic events unconscious coping mechanisms

Unconscious flinching out of instinct

Sudden panic when hearing fighting between a man and a woman screaming very near

Loss of breath

Domestic violence

Blood

Panic attack

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Dazai Osamu

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Safe and Sound

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Dazai and (Y/N) have been in a relationship for two years now. They're so in love with each other that everyone at the ADA are questioning the fact as to why they weren't married yet.

Dazai really loves (Y/N) and she loves him just as much back. They both really love each other and they both understand each other the most too.

But there were still some things that Dazai didn't know.

The main reason why (Y/N) and Dazai weren't married yet was because Dazai wanted to get her parents' blessings first. He was so excited to get their blessings, to meet the people who brought his perfectly imperfect lover into this cruel, tainted world.

He was eternally grateful to them for bringing her into this world, although the cruel world had tainted her and made her the broken person she is now, he still loves her for her. She's the only reason he has to live now. And he loves her for that.

Whenever Dazai asked (Y/N) about her family, she would tell him stories about when she was a child and how her dad would bring them to the beach every weekend because they lived near to the beach or when they went back to school shopping together.

But that was it. Her dad never really appeared in her other stories much. He would pop in at some point of the tale and then disappear. Her mum, was mostly the one to witness her achievements.

But (Y/N) has never described her parents' proud expressions whenever she achieved something.

At times, when Dazai did pry lightly, she would turn the story somewhere else, mostly to her friends.

He knew that she didn't really have a good primary school life, seeing as she's told him before that she's been bullied at that time. She's described them as the loneliest years of her life and how much she's hated herself those times.

Whenever (Y/N) talked about friends, it would be about her friends from her high school life. Her high school was much more on the better side.

She had been a prefect in her high school years, since her first year to her last year.

The only bad memories she had was when she realized that being in the first class and being the top of the class meant the other students would sabotage her and the two times in her senior years where she had to fight back as self-defense when she tried to break up a fight and they started to hit her too.

Dazai wasn't daft. Of course, he picked up on all the signs she showed that she wasn't really fond of her parents.

At first, he thought that it was just because of a small fight they had. But two years have passed in their relationship and (Y/N) hasn't cracked even the least to tell him why her childhood stories are only until a certain age or why she's never told him how proud her parents were of her.

Dazai was worried. In the end, he decided that maybe her parents just have a slightly tight relationship with each other.

Dazai decided to not ask. He let it slide and slip past them. He never touched the subject of her parents for the half of the second year of their relationship.

As the other half year of their relationship rolled in, Dazai and (Y/N) had saved enough money to buy a cozy little apartment near the ADA and move out of the ADA's hostel.

The day they were moving in, the couple were greeted by the middle aged woman who lived next door with her husband and 4 year old daughter.

She had been a very sweet auntie that welcome the sweet couple to the apartment complex with open arms and a sweet smile.

More than once had she cooked good food for the duo since they always returned late from work.

"You two kinda remind me of how my husband and I used to be when we were younger and so in love," the auntie would say to the duo all the time.

The little 4 year old would also come by and play around with the loving couple whenever they were on leave.

Auntie would always try persuade her daughter from "disturbing the lovely young couple" as she would always say to her daughter.

"It's alright, auntie! I love kids! (N/N)-chan and I are planning to have a few little munchkins like this when we're married too!" Dazai would assure her, while playing with the little girl.

But there was always something about how (Y/N) would send the auntie knowing looks as though she knew something that he didn't all the time, so he decided to pay more attention too.

When Dazai did start to notice more, he noticed the dark bags under the auntie's eyes and he noticed how tired she always was.

The more he noticed the more concerning she looked to him day by day.

"Auntie, would you like to join us for tea, today? Osamu and I wanted to play with that sweet little angel," (Y/N) invited the auntie.

"WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR???!!!" the booming voice of the male from inside the auntie's house shook (Y/N) to the core and it ignited old memories that she didn't have to remember.

"Auntie, you really should come. Osamu insists! You know how he gets when he doesn't get what he wants! He'll be whining all day long like a little baby!" (Y/N) tried to convince the auntie discreetly.

"I ASKED 'WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR'! ANSWER ME YOU USELESS WOMAN!!!" the man shouted from the bedroom again.

(Y/N) flinched. She was regretting sending Dazai to the store now. They had been running low on groceries and she had sent Dazai to the store, as she would say "please contribute you're lazy arse to do something in this household, my love" and he had carried his lazy arse to the store near the apartment complex.

After Dazai had left was when she started to hear the shouts and yells from the next door auntie's house.

Even as the bad memories plunged her being, she had forced herself to go and at least try to save the auntie before anything bad happened to either her or her daughter.

But even then, if you looked closely at (Y/N) you could see that she was trembling badly and that she could barely stand on her two feet.

"Auntie, come on please!" (Y/N) begged in a mutter exclamation.

"I'm sorry," the auntie murmured before closing the door on her with an apologetic smile.

"Auntie, no!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

And that was when she heard the terrible screams and the yell. The cries of the little 4 year old teared her soul apart into the smallest of pieces.

"NO, NO, NO!!!!" (Y/N) yelled as her mind turned blank and the memories flooded her brain.

Her mind turned so blank that she forgot that she was slamming her fists onto the door and that she had an ability.

The memories of how her father would come home drunk and lay on the sofa. Of how her mother had found out that he was having an affair. Of how, he would beat the living daylights out of her mother.

(Y/N) never told Dazai any of that. She felt ashamed to tell him that her childhood was the most terrible thing to ever happen to her.

A blood curdling screamed pierced the air along with a loud cry and that was enough for (Y/N) to snap out of her traumas and remember that there were lives on the stake right now.

She finally regained her senses fully and remembered that she has an ability.

Using her elemental abilities, she bent the wooden front door so much that it broke it half and broke off of it's hinges. The lower half flew to the side of the corridor almost hitting her while the other half flew into the house and hit the middle aged aggressive man that was about to beat his wife over the head with a glass flower vase.

The auntie stood in shock as the younger woman ran to her and hugged her.

"Auntie! Are you alright?! Are you bleeding anywhere?! Do you have any fatal injuries?!" (Y/N) questioned quickly as she held the shorter's woman's face in her hands and looked her over, making sure that she wasn bleeding anywhere majorly.

"Why you little freak show! You must one of those freak shows that are born with those little abilities! How dare you interfere with someone else's family problems?! Youngsters these days don't know how to respect their elders! Let me teach you then!" the man yelled at (Y/N) as she stood in front of the trembling woman, making sure that the older woman was perfectly hidden behind her.

(Y/N) slipped a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. She clutched the holster of her gun.

"Step away, right now before I seriously hurt you," (Y/N) warned as she held her left hand out to stop him from coming any nearer to them.

The man took off his belt and folded it into two, straightening it out with a snap, which caused both women to flinch as more dark memories flooded into (Y/N)'s mind.

"I said STOP RIGHT THERE!" (Y/N) warned yet again. It was against the law for her to shoot him and she couldn't even use her abilities against him as he was a normal civilian.

She was trying her best to not hurt anyone here and let the civilian authorities handle the ruthless man.

The moment the man raised his arm was the same time (Y/N) slipped her gun out of her back pocket and shot his arm.

The man let out a cry of pain and fell back from the sudden pain. He looked at the younger woman, wide eyed as she held the gun tight and pointed the barrel to his forehead.

"Armed Detective Agency member, (L/N) (Y/N)," (Y/N) announced as she showed him her ADA card.

The man backed away more at that. His eyes wide as he realized that she was a member of the authorities.

"(Y/N)?!" Dazai shouted as he entered only to see the bloodied situation of the man and the two trembling women.

"Where's the child?!" Dazai asked immediately.

"Sh-she's in her room," the auntie answered meekly.

Dazai nodded. He looked down at the man, disgust, venom and a desire to kill clear on his face.

The man even then, still tried to gain Dazai's pity as Dazai was a fellow man too.

"S-sir! All I was trying to do was educate my wife to be more better and obedient! I wasn't trying to do anything other than that! I swear!" the man said.

That only made Dazai even more disgusted as he spat on the man's face in disgust. He stomped his foot harshly on the man's hand that was holding the belt.

"You disgust me you old fool! You're an utter disgrace of a human being! I'm disgusted to see people like you are still alive! Terrorizing women's lives! Making them only feel like obedient dolls that should only do whatever you say!

I'd rather kill you then let you go to jail and then get back out after a few months! People like you shouldn't exist at all in the first place!

Your wife is supposed to be your life partner! Not some maid or toy that would do everything you say! You're supposed to live life and do everything together!

I can't believe you even had a child with her only to state your dominance over her and make her unable to run away from you!

You disgust me!" Dazai yelled at the man as he twisted his foot on the man's hand more and stomped it over and over and over again, intent on breaking it.

(Y/N) shielded the auntie's sight form her lover's rage as he broke the man's hand and rendered it completely shattered under his shoe.

"Osamu..." (Y/N) called out for him.

Dazai raised his head to look at his lover, tears streaming from his eyes from utter pure white hot rage.

"Are you alright? Are the two of you alright? Is that little angel injured?" Dazai's voice turned so soft that (Y/N)'s heart broke at the mere sound of it. He sounded as scared as she was feeling.

Dazai went over to the two women and squeezed them into a light hug, he buried his face into the crook of (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) hugged his waist, her arm practically limp, but her hand still clutching the gun tight just in case the man tried anything, her ear was placed against his frantically beating heart.

The older woman had wrapped her arm over his back and was hugging him tight, scared out of her life and grateful for the presence of the two youngsters at the moment.

"Osamu... We need to call the police and the ADA, specifically Kunikida-san. We need to explain a hell load to them all," (Y/N) murmured lightly to the shaken man.

Dazai nodded lightly at her statement before pressing a light kiss to the crook of her neck and removing himself from the hold of the two women.

"Auntie, do get your little girl and wait outside of the house. (Y/N) and I will call the police and our co-worker to handle the mess here," Dazai informed the older woman.

She merely nodded, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to answer him as she went to the little girl's bedroom to get her out of the house.

Once the child and woman were safely out of the house, Dazai dialed Kunikida while (Y/N) dialed the police station.

Both at had arrived at the house. The man was brought away on a stretcher by the paramedics as (Y/N) was explaining to the police as to why she had used her gun.

Kunikida and Dazai, both standing on either side of her, trying to justify the reason as to why she did so and the police accepted the reasons in the end.

Dazai said his end of the story and then they moved on to ask the wife and the child about their ends of the story.

"(Y/N), you know you shouldn't have used your gun. I'll have to confiscate it for now. You'll only be allowed to use it on missions. I'm sorry but those are the rules that you need to follow after that little act of 'misusage' as the police says," Kunikida sighed as he took the gun lightly from her slightly slackened grasp on it now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was scared and he raised the belt above me, ready to hit at any moment---" her voice cracked and she couldn't continue the sentence anymore.

Kunikida held her hand softly as Dazai brought (Y/N) into a soft side hug, holding her softly and rubbing her shoulders.

"I know and that's why I'm the one that's supposed to be saying sorry for taking away your gun, (Y/N)," Kunikida said.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, the both of you. I'll pull some strings here and there and make sure, (Y/N) gets her gun back, alright? Easy peasy!" Dazai lightened the mood up a little.

"Sigh, thank you, Dazai. For making this easier for all of us," Kunikida said before excusing himself, saying that he needs to fill out a few more forms at the police station and make sure that neither Dazai or (Y/N) get accused for anything that they didn't do.

Dazai proceeded to lead (Y/N) back to their little home as the auntie and her daughter were led to the second ambulance by the new paramedics.

(Y/N) leaned into Dazai as she curled up onto him. He held her close and tight, knowing full well that she was shaken up from the encounter.

"Osamu... Remember how you always asked for the truth about my childhood... What you witnessed today that was happening to that auntie and her daughter? That's the real truth to my childhood.

But no one saved us. And as I grew and my dad lived his other life with his little affair, he would come and go to let off steam on my mother and my mother started to blame me for how miserable our lives were.

That's why I never had a past occupation like everyone else. I had been working with the ADA ever since I was 18 and I ran away from her.

The president helped me. He helped my mother by providing her safety and a new home.

My father is still out there, somewhere with that other woman.

And I... I've never seen my mother since the day I ran away. She must be happier now," (Y/N) said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Dazai hugged her closer and kissed her forehead.

"It's alright, love. You have me and the other ADA members for you as well now. Hell, even the Port Mafia is with you right now after how much you helped them out when we were all having trouble with The Guild and Fyodor. You have all of us here for you.

Most importantly, my love, you have me. I won't let anyone so much as hurt you even a little bit and go off the hook.

I swear," Dazai murmured softly into her ear and she snuggled closer to him, their feets touching and their hands interwined with each other's.

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"Port Mafia strikes again as a man who was arrested yesterday due to commiting domestic violence was murdered by them brutally in his own jail cell much to the surprise of all the police officers present.

Police officers were considering requesting the Armed Detective Agency to further an investigation at first, but has now decided against it as the chief of the police station has deemed it as a waste since the man was a criminal," the news reporter announced on the morning news as (Y/N) sipped her (bitter/sweet/neutral) (coffee/tea) and Dazai adorable chewed his crab sandwich.

"Who did you ask to do it?" (Y/N) asked immediately as soon as Dazai swallowed.

"Chuuya was more than willing after I told him the story. I didn't even have to tell him which police station and cell that scum was in, he ran off and figured it all out himself and finished the job," Dazai answered before continuing to adorably eat his crab sandwich.

"That scum deserved it," (Y/N) agreed as she continue sipping her (coffee/tea).

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Awareness Note:

Stop domestic violence. The pain lingers on even after the relationship has ended. No one should have to be bounded to a spouse that only views them as an object and an inferior instead of a human being and an equal. No one has to go through physical and mental pain with a monster that prefers to take control of everything. No one has to go through such pain.

Marriage isn't pain! Marriage is a bond of two people who love each other!

If it hurts both physically and mentally, then it's not love.

Know the difference.

#stopdomesticviolence #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #dazaibsd #dazai oneshot #dazai x reader #dazai x reader fluff #comfort

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞❞ ─ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

hey, it's not like you ever tried to stay . .

❥ content ; gn reader, angst, dark themes, yandere themes, toxic relationship

❥ warnings ; sxlf hxrm & mxtilation, swearing, verbal abuse, manipulation, slight nxdity lol

❥ synopsis ; all you wanted was his attention. and by the gods, you were going to get his attention by any means.

❥ a/n ; first mello fic (: i've been wanting to write something dark for a while and ig i finally got the opportunity lol. i thought i got out of my death note stage but i'm back, so please don't be afraid to send requests or ask to be added to my nonexistent taglist! alsoo while this oneshot does include s/h, i am in no way glorifying or romanticizing it!!! but i do tend to write angsty and dark fics. again, this is a work of fiction and i don't intend for anyone to take this too seriously and let this influence them.

The loud crash of a glass echoed throughout the room as a vase went flying through the air and collided with the wall, just a few feet from where you were standing.

You didn't flinch. Didn't scream. Didn't cry. Didn't react. You were used to Mello's fits of rage by now, months into your relationship. If you could even call it that, at this point.

You knew Mello wouldn't dare lay a finger on you; if he did, he'd cut off his own hands and have live with the guilt forever, knowing he brought you harm. Which is why you didn't react.

However, he didn't seem to have a problem when it was only verbal.

"I don't fucking get you!" Mello spat harshly and continued to rant, "Why did you think that was okay?! Did you once consider how I felt?! I was worried sick that some asshole hurt you but you come back a day later and tell me you were at some boy's house!"

You only scoff, leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner, eyeing the remaining shards of the vase carefully. Just like Mello, you were incredibly stubborn.

"Answer me, Y/N!"

"Okay, Mihael," you state cooly, using Mello's legal name and causing him to listen more intently. "First of all, I don't know what you expected me to do when you invited your weird mafia 'friends' over while I was trying to sleep. Second, he's not 'some boy', his name is Y/F/N and he's one of a few people I can trust. I don't know what you think of me."

"You could've gotten a hotel room, that's what!"

"With what money, Mihael?! What fucking money? You forced me to quit my job and then practically lock me up in this hell hole that I can't even call 'home' anymore!"

Mello huffed. "Pfft, you should be grateful. I've kept you safe all this time, away from the dangers of the world. You're alive because of me. Me. You're mine."

"Yeah, some fucking life, right?"

"I provide for you, I protect you from the monsters out in the world, but you still decide to go and whore yourself out to your little 'friend'," Mello sneered, his sharp voice dripping with venom.

You stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. All words, all arguments and nasty retorts expiring on your lips.

"I.." You start, but laugh pitifully. "I don't even know what you're saying. I don't know if you even know what you're saying. Honestly, Mello, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore, you start spewing complete and utter bullshit out of your mouth." Mello's silence only egged you on. "It's no wonder Near always came in first place." Aaand there it was. You snapped.

If looks could kill, you'd be dead. Mello's eyes widened in anger at the mention of Near, reminding him of his inferiority.

In a completely different situation where he wasn't on the receiving end, Mello would be smiling proudly, listening to your clever retorts and comebacks. You've always been as stubborn and hot headed as him, and he really liked that about you, fuck that "opposites attract" bullshit. (I ACC LOVE THAT TROPE LOL IM SORRY) However, considering you were both extremely toxic people, it was far from entertaining when it was you who got in a fight with the other.

You didn't stop, though. If he was gonna play that who-could-be-more-toxic game, you weren't gonna back down.

"I don't know if it was the explosion or you've really always been that stupid, but you need to get the fuck over yourself and stop throwing tantrums when you find out that I have a life, too, and I have friends. Friends who actually give a damn."

You stare down each other in silence, a heavy tension hanging in the air. Still, after a few moments, Mello didn't make any effort to speak or react, other than walking out of the room.

Days, weeks went by. Mello hasn't spoken a word to you. Hasn't even looked in your direction when you passed each other or walked into the same room. You didn't exist anymore, and it worried you.

Mello was never like this. Within a few days or even hours after an argument, you would easily kiss and make up. Had you gone too far this time?

Besides the fact that Mello was intentionally giving you the cold shoulder, he was also busy with work, and was out of the house from midnight to early afternoon. During that time, you would stay at home and carry out your every day mundane tasks and chores.

Even now, you didn't seek comfort in your family or friends. You were either busy keeping the house clean, sleeping, or entertaining yourself on social media. But it was all a sad attempt to keep your mind occupied on anything else other than Mello.

And one day like any other where Mello was out doing whatever the hell mafia dudes do, you snapped. You decided you were sick of the silent treatment.

If Mello was gonna play dirty and ignore you, you were gonna give him something to react to.

Mello came home some time after sunset. Kicking off his boots as he walked in the front door, he immediately knew something was off. It was quiet - too quiet. Despite the fact that you were practically taking some sort of forced break after the argument, you acted the same. You went about your day and didn't bother acting shy or timid around Mello. You still hummed earworm pop songs to yourself or put on a podcast to fill the tense air. But now there was nothing. Just Mello, the walls, and the silence.

Mello cautiously walked around the house and searched for any signs of you, fearing the worst.

As he frantically looked around, he stopped abruptly at the sight of blood smeared onto the hallway wall.

Blood.

His heartbeat began to thump loudly in his ears.

Then he noticed more blood. And more, smeared up on the wall, and eventually a trail picked up. He followed the bloody trail as it lead him through the hallway and stopped outside of your shared bedroom that he hasn't been inside for weeks.

Mello shakily inhaled and braced himself for whatever gruesome scene he would walk into.

He reached for the doorknob, twisting it and letting himself in.

Soon as he did, he ceased all motions, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to process what his eyes were showing him.

There, you sat on the bed, nothing on but your underwear and one of Mello's shirts. On one hand, you loosely held a pocket knife. On the other, you had your sleeve rolled up, your inner arm facing Mello's direction.

Your doe eyes looked up from the floor and met Mello's panicked ones. He was finally looking at you again. Despite the gorey setting and the stinging in your arm, you smiled. You were real to him again.

Multiple cuts oozed blood and trickled down your arm, onto your now dirtied clothes and the once satin white sheets below you.

As Mello got closer, silently freaking out, he could now see that these weren't just cuts - you carved out words. Sentences, onto your arm.

Among the many bloody 'I love you's' and pleads, one word stuck out to him.

It was his name.

He felt sick. Distraught. Guilty. Afraid.

"Y/N," he choked out shakily.

His gaze trailed up your arm, your body, and fixated onto your seemingly innocent face. Your face was rested and gentle, your eyes still staring up at him with adoration and desperation. If it weren't for the blood that painted your whole body and surroundings red, he would have found comfort in your presence.

"I did this.." You ran your fingers along your fresh wounds, not once wincing or drawing back in discomfort. "For you."

You continued, a sick sweetness in your voice. "Jus' wanted to show you how much I love you.. You've been leaving me so lonely, Mello." You frowned. "It was only a matter of time before I had to do something. And now you're finally here.. And you won't leave me again."

#mello x reader #mello x y/n #mihael keehl #death note fanfiction #death note #death note mello #death note near #death note angst #angst prompts #angst dialogue prompts #angst #sh tw #tw s/h #yandere mello #mello yandere #death note yandere #death note oneshot #death note imagines #rattyoakenbitch

[ray-ray-writings]

hihi!! could i get some sbi + bee hybrid reader? idk i just think hybrid readers are cool lmao (ps: can i be 🎮 anon?) (pss: i really hope i did this right i don't really request things often so sorry if it's bad or wrong)

(Of course!! Welcome 🎮 anon!!!!! This idea is so cute! As well as, I know you said SBI but we’re also including Tubbo in this because how could I talk about a bee reader and not include the bee man himself???) (P.S. This was not bad or wrong in anyway!!!!)(P.P.S. Last post of the night because I’m very tired! Maybe more tomorrow, I’m unsure because of my schedule)

So I picture that you would have little wings that would poke out of your back. You wouldn’t really be able to fly with them, but you would be able to hover and move from place to place if need be. Philza would help you take care of your wings because he also had wings. Of course they were very different, his had feathers and made it so he could fly and yours did not have feathers, but were translucent and made it so you could hover and travel short distances off the ground, but he knew how to take care of wings and was always willing to help you take care of yours. The boys also love looking at your wings. As I have mentioned, they’re translucent and just really cool too look at and so they would spend a lot of time looking at them and if you were okay with it, running their hands over it. 

You would love honey. Love making it, collecting it, eating it, you would love it. Tubbo would also love honey and would love to help you collect it and make it as well. You would sometimes get protective over your honey and wouldn’t let him near it but once he gives you a little pout, you’d let him have some. Your house would always smell like honey and you would always have at least three bottles in your home. 

Something very sweet that all the boys would do is they would constantly bring you flowers. You would always have vase upon vase of fresh flowers. This became a tradition when one time Wilbur handed you a flower to hold onto for a second and your face just lit up so brightly and you clutched the flower so tightly, bringing it to your nose and smelling so deeply that by the time you pulled your face away, pollen coated your nose. You were just so happy to have a new pretty flower in your possession. Wilbur wanted you to hold onto it for a second but he couldn’t take it away after seeing how happy it made you. Wilbur told his family about your reaction and so now at least once a day you get a new flower. Technoblade even built a greenhouse out in the middle of the tundra where he can grow flowers so he’ll always have one to give you if you come over. 

For my next trick I will now be telling you what type of flower that the boys give you the most often with no further explanation as to why I feel this way. Philza gives you poppies. Wilbur gives you cornflowers. Techno gives you dandelions. Tommy gives you tulips. Tubbo gives you sunflowers.

I imagine that sometimes when anyone accidentally bumps into you, you get mad. Like if you’re walking somewhere and your shoulder gets bumped, anger stirs up inside you and you glare at the person and your wings flutter a bit. Philza, Wilbur, and Tubbo all feel really bad when they do this. They will apologize and promise to give you an extra flower the next time they see you and you calm down. Techno just kind of stares at you and chuckles a little bit before murmuring a very small apology before moving on. When this happens, it takes a little longer for you to calm down, but once Techno brings you a small thing of honey, you calm right down. Tommy on the other hand will purposely bump into you to get you mad and then he will act like he did nothing wrong and that you’re over reacting causing you to get even more mad. It sometimes get so tense that Philza has to step in and make Tommy apologize to you and give you a flower. You huff, but accept the apology and the flower, ignore Tommy for a few hours but eventually get over it. 

Another thing that makes you mad is when people disturb your nest. You don’t have a traditional bee’s nest. It’s a little nest in it’s own room of your home where there is a bunch of shelves full of honey and lots of windows with vases of flowers sitting in them. There is a small couch in the room with many blankets and a table in front of it that you use to make honey. You spend a little bit of time in the room everyday just to settle down and relax. One time Tommy was over and he found the room and accidentally knocked over a bunch of honey bottles and messed up your blankets. You got so mad that you almost bit him (more on that in the next paragraph). Tommy was really scared of you in that instance and he bolted out of your house, you chasing behind him. He ran to Phil’s house and explained what was going on. Once again, Philza had to calm you down and tell you it would be alright. He would follow you back to your house and help you fix the nest before giving you flowers, honey, and sugar water. 

So back to the biting thing. So I imagine that you wouldn’t have a stinger. No instead you would have the urge to bite the things that annoy/scare you. The bite would hurt as much as a bee sting and would leave a little bump like stings do. Sometimes if you’re really pissed off, you would pump a little bit of the venom that bees have. Each of the boys have definitely received a bee bite from you because they made you very upset. They would just be talking and you would reach out, grab their hand, bring it to your mouth, and just give their arm a bite. Once you had bit someone, the anger and frustration would leave your body and you’d be okay. Tommy would let out a little scream and go running off to Phil screaming “they bit me! They bit me!” But Phil, who has also been bitten by you is just like “What did you do to piss them off?” Phil when he got bit was shocked but instantly asked you what happened. You would explain to him how he was upsetting you and the only way you could express that was through your ‘sting’. Phil would then learn to read your body language and know when you were reaching that point and would pull back on whatever was happening. Wilbur would pretend that he was offended, just to make you laugh. After you bit Phil, he had explained to all the boys what had happened and not to freak out if it happened to them and to try not to get you to that point. But when Wilbur accidentally did, he would let out a fake gasp of offense, “You dare bite me? Your absolute favorite person in the world?! How dare you!!! I think you need to be taught a lesson” He would then throw you over his shoulder, causing you to giggle like a madman, no longer mad at the man who had you captive. Techno would just accept it and continue on with whatever he was talking about. He would just keep talking as you bring his arm to your mouth and bite him. He doesn’t even react, just lets you do it. After you let him go he pauses and quietly goes, “Feel better?” And you feel slightly guilty but you nod, and he nods too and says, “Okay then good… Back to what I was saying” Tubbo would just be so confused when it happened. He was there when Phil told them, but he didn’t really understand. “You bit me!” He’d exclaim in surprise as you pull your mouth away. “Yeah and you were irritating me… Now we’re even” He would then go back to Philza and he would have to explain to Tubbo again what had happened. Once he understood, he would go back to you and apologize. 

No matter your gender identity, the boys call you “Queen” (Unless you are completely uncomfortable with that, then they will call you ‘Your Highness or your majesty). But if you don’t know, bee’s have a hierarchy where the queen is the top most important bee that is to be taken care of at all costs. So the boys affectionately call you their queen. You are very precious to them and you are the ruler of the hive. Sometimes when they’re joking around and messing around with you they’ll just go “Oh Queenieeeeeeeee” which makes you roll your eyes but also smile at the cute nickname. 

Thank you for this request! I really loved writing it and I really hope you enjoyed reading it!!!

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[aelingalathyniusrailme]

If you find me at the edge, we’ll jump together.

Gwynriel pirate au pt 8- you don’t know who I am. 

this chapters a little bit shorter because the part that’s coming next would have made it way too long. also check out the other parts.  pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7

Gwyn’s eyes narrowed and Azriel swore there was venom in her gaze. If he was being perfectly honest, he was slightly turned on. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. Why do we need you?” She spat out. Her words were icy, not the passionate, flirty pirate he had come to know, but someone different. Someone new. 

Perhaps new was the wrong word, perhaps he had just peeled away another of her many layers. And perhaps, as the days of their time together grew shorter, he had become more and more interested to find who, and what lay beneath. 

His mind was an absolute atrocity. Split between the pirate captain he couldn’t rid himself of, his second with secrets and lies curved around his every word, and the fae female before him, who shared history with each of them. 

Feyre. It appeared Nesta’s sister was just as lethal as she was, but where Nesta was cruel words and brute strength, Feyre was power of a different kind. Fae. 

The first of the archeron’s was ruthless and cold while the third was as immortal as she was dangerous, with a slight superiority complex. Some morbid interest had him curious as to what the second archeron sister would be like. 

At that moment Azriel sneezed, interrupting the stare down going on between Berdara and the assassin. He looked around and found the culprit. In a vase on the a shelf was a bouquet of roses. Damn his fucking allergies. 

Gwyn turned to him and everything about her softened, amused. 

You alright? she snorted a little 

Yes I am perfectly fine thank you for asking. 

Well this is good news, the infamous pirate captain can be brought down with a simple flower. 

A wretched flower. 

“Excuse me.” Feyre seemed very agitated. “I would appreciate it if you two could stop looking at each other for one moment.” 

Azriel swore he could see Gwyn blush slightly. 

“Yes of course, our apologies, please continue.” 

“Please don’t” Gwyn mumbled for only Az to hear. His lips twitched in agreement. 

“Now you two have half of what you need but you certainly cannot acquire the huge hall with a measly half.” 

She paused for a dramatic second. “You have the map and while I’m sure that the phoenix piss worked wonders in uncovering the sigil of The Dragon. But I’m sure you know it does not actually lead you to Amren herself.” 

Gwyn and Azriel shared a look. “Oh,” Feyre frowned. “I guess you didn't know that. But you must have known that her island moves with the storm and is constantly moving and the only way to track it down is to use the compass.” 

“No, you didn’t know that either?” Feyre’s frown turned upwards in a devilish smirk. “One more piece of information I suppose you need to know. Only a pure blooded fae can use the compass.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Like calls to like, power recognizes power.”

“Someone’s quite full of herself.” 

“I simply speak the truth.” 

“Sure you do.”    

Azriel sighed, this back and forth would accomplish nothing and he had treasure to find. “How about Captain Berdara and I discuss your proposition in private?”

“What is there to discuss?” 

Azriel smiled charmingly, “Not that you aren’t delightful company, but plenty.” Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw Gwyn frown. 

Feyre looked him over, and then turned her gaze to Gwyn, curling her lip in disgust as she walked out the door. Her footsteps became faint and Gwyn blurted, “Absolutely fucking not.” 

Gwyn took a breath, trying to regain her composure, “I do not work with people with conflicting interests.” 

“We need her.” He was sure of it, Azriel trusted his gut instincts and his instincts were telling him she was telling the truth, or at least some form of it. Although he far from trusted her. Azriel had learned a long time ago that the only people he could regularly rely on were himself and his crew.

She swallowed, her eyes turning steel, and her gaze becoming daggers, “No.” She turned away, about to walk out the door. Her shoulders back and her chin high. Even in her moments of vulnerability she would not sacrifice her pride.

“Gwyn.” The sound of her name from his lips was enough to stop her. 

Her voice was faint, the words barely there, “What did you just say.” 

His words softened, “Gwyn.” He said again as she breathed in sharply, “I will not pretend as if I understand you even remotely.” She snorted. “But I do not believe you are the kind of person to be swayed from your goals. You go after what you want with a ferocity that could rival any. And I know you want this.” Gwyn shifted on her feet as if preparing for a fight. It was a nervous tic, he realized. “Whoever you were when you knew that woman is not who you are now.”  

“And who am I now?” 

“Infuriating, stubborn, a royal pain in my ass.” She laughed weakly. “You’re a lot of things Berdara, but you are not stupid and you know as well as I that we require her services.” 

“So what is it you said to me? Ah yes suck it up and think of the money.” 

Gwyn flexed her fingers and squared her shoulders, clearly still itching for a fight. But then she did something unexpected, her body relaxed and she exhaled slowly. “You’re right.” 

Azriel was pretty sure he was having a stroke. “I’m sorry, say that again but slower this time.” 

In a flash she had him pinned to the table with her knee pressing on his chest and a dagger to his throat. “I’ve said those words three other times in my life, every one of them ended up with their heads on the ground and their balls in the sea. Don’t make me regret it and don’t expect it again.”

He believed every word and yet the dagger was held with almost no pressure so he smirked in agreement, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

She got off of him and wiped her clothes, “To be clear we are going to screw over feyre archeron right?” 

“You have to ask?” 

Gwyn’s smile was one of pure insanity as she murmured, “Maybe this will be fun after all.”  

He walked to the door and opened it, standing to the side as he held out his hand mockingly, “Your majesty,” She breezed through the door without giving him so much as a glance and when they found Feyre and their combined crew, god Azriel despised this women.

Feyre was holding Cassian, a man who was double her size, by the ankles as others watched with bored expressions on their faces. Cassian was grinning like an idiot, Nesta however, looked like she was 0.2 seconds away from throwing a knife into her sister's chest. Azriel didn’t blame her. 

“Feyre, drop it.” Gwyn scolded. 

“What am I? A dog?” She growled. 

“That’s an insult to dogs.” Nesta muttered. 

Gwyn laughed but instead of continuing this useless back and forth she spoke again, “Feyre if you acquire us this compass and prove that it works as you say it does, then we will agree to your terms.” 

“Thought you might say something like that.” 

“Well?” He asked.

“Well, a certain day court event will be expecting a few more members.”

Rhysand, surprisingly, groaned, “Oh my god no.” 

Emerie questioned, “Wait what?”

“Feyre darling is taking us to the sun ball.”

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[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

When it all falls down

Hi guys! The next chapter is here! I just wanted to say I don’t really have a update schedule so it will most likely be updated every few days. I’ve pre-written most of this fic (or at least planned it) so as long as I don’t lose motivation it will be completed!

Ao3

Story Masterlist

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CHAPTER TWO: The call from the catacombs

Warnings: threats, mentions of kidnapping & death

“I don’t need guards surrounding me constantly, father. I may be of royal bloodline, but I am no weakling.”

He was the crown prince and a trained assassin, yet he was babied similar to when he first arrived at the manor. His family smothered him.

After the coup he was taken into his father’s protection, and although he was born of his mother’s sexual misdeeds, his father treated him the same as his brothers. The first of his father’s charges that he met was Timothy Drake. Drake took part in Wayne Trading and became a successful merchant (but the majority of Gotham’s coffee supply mysteriously disappeared overnight). Then Damian met the Wayne clan’s eldest ward Sir Grayson, he was a famous knight in not only Gotham but Blüdhaven too.

He bonded with them along with his new sisters; Lady Barbara from the Gordon House, Stephanie Brown, Helena Wayne (his toddler sister by blood, conceived from his father’s Union with Countess Kyle) and Cassandra Cain. He had met Cain prior due to her mother being Lady Shiva, a close associate to his mother and grandfather. The reunion between Bruce’s third male charge and the young prince was awkward to say the least. During Jason’s MIA period of his life, he was ‘taken-in’ (aka kidnapped) by the royals and took on a guardian role for Damian (who was only a toddler at the time). The two silently conversed and as the tension faded it lead to constant rough housing and insults being thrown.

He lived and learned from his family until he was nineteen. At nineteen he had an argument with his father about his family’s smothering nature. Lord Wayne agreed they were being a bit much and lessened the security presence that followed his only blood son. After which he was promptly kidnapped by his mother and forced into an arranged marriage, to which the Wayne clan wasn’t even invited to witness.

And now here he was, months later, married and without the ability to contact his found family. Here he was drinking fucking tea with his ‘chosen’ bride. Not much had changed between the him and the bluenette, they were just two strangers joined by a forced union. There were no loving touches, longing glances, consummation of marriage or any connection other than a bond between respected acquaintances.

They communed under the watchful eye of the palace servants. “Spies.” Damian hissed, seething under his breath. “They are nothing more than rats feasting on gossip.”

Marinette sat across from him, posture straight as a board. The couple were separated by the cotton tablecloth that was decorated with a vase of lilies and porcelain plates. A small feast fit for at least twelve sat before the two of them, all were delicacies from across the country and beyond the borders. Her pinky pointed outwards as she sipped the piping hot moli longzhu, a playful smirk danced across her features.

“Your mother has made sure that they have nothing else to eat other than hearsay.”

Although he had been tempered by his father’s teachings, a fire flared within him. If anyone heard her it surely would be reported back to his family; the aftermath wouldn’t be pretty. No this wasn’t him protecting her, he was protecting himself, if someone heard her and it spread another ‘incident’ could occur. No matter the outcome, it wouldn’t end well.

Marinette tilted her head, raising an eyebrow at him, delivering a silent plea for him to challenge. He huffed looking away, her words were treasonous but true.

“You shouldn’t talk like that if you’d like to keep your tongue.”

“Aw, I’m glad to see you are looking out for me.” She quipped back, hand against her chest, mocking him. Her smile was wide and her eyes crinkled as she laughed. ‘Either she was insane or stupidly brave’ he thought as he watched her, ‘what had mother gotten him in to?’

“I’m looking out for myself.” He stood up and brushed off dirt from his garb. “If you make a fool out of yourself, it reflects badly on the Kingdom and I. You said yourself, you wouldn’t burden me through the bonds of matrimony, so don’t make this harder then it already is.”

She sat there in shock silence. Her jest was nothing more then that, she never meant it to cause him harm. She didn’t mean to burden him. She eyed him as he walked down the path. She sat in the pagoda, alone. ‘He was right’ she thought, ‘I need to be careful with my words. Not only for my safety but for my people also. I don’t want my actions to cause them harm.’

Later, when she finally saw fit to reenter the castle, she wandered the desolate hallways. League Castle held few materialistic decorations that didn’t serve a functional purpose. So paintings were no where insight. The only form of artwork she knew of was a sculpture of the late King, his majesty Ra al Ghul.

She looked down at the sculpture from a second story window. It lived in the confines of the royal gardens, atop a grand fountain display. She remembered hearing of the coup when she was just a child. ‘The King was killed and the prince was exiled’ but Lady Talia still ruled and the prince is back from his supposed banishment. It didn’t make sense. And for that matter why was a ten year old exiled in the first place?

Her arm was yanked, spinning her around to face the she-demon herself. The Mistress’ nails threatened to break her skin, they were sharpened and resembled animal claws. The woman’s dark eyes made Marinette uncomfortable, ‘she seems to be on the verge of being unhinged.’

“Come.” It wasn’t like Marinette had a choice, Talia dragged her down the hallways. She stumbled every so often as she tried to keep up with the woman’s strides.

The two came upon a dead end. The bluenette looked forward confused, and before she could even question it, the bricks separated revealing a dingy staircase that descended into darkness. Turning towards her captor, she saw her grab a nearby torch that lit the hall, a brick slowly slid back into place. They followed the spiraling decline until they reach the bottom, the air down here was moist and musty.

The fire only lit a few feet in front of them. They had gone from walls made of polished marble brick to decaying wood and cracked stone. The flooring creaked underneath their steps, the torn carpet was worn by those only travelling one path. She held her breath trying to avoid breathing in the damp air, mould growing at the corners of the walls. Realising she hadn’t said anything until now, the shock of Damian’s words and her abduction by his mother had kept her silent. “Lady Talia? Wher—“

“Hush child.” The venom dripping from her tone was the opposite of one used to shush a toddler, Talia’s hand covered Marinette’s mouth, silencing any objections; the heat of the nearing flame caused her to flinch. “You must learn your place.”

‘Did she know!? Did she hear me?’ Her silent scream reverberated through her mind. The seed of dread in the pit of her stomach grew vines that restricted her limbs causing her to stumble. Her heart clenched, it now felt made of lead and weight heavily within her chest. It’s beating was similar to a drum. But still the dragging continued.

They happened upon a room. Said room looked to be an older, more dilapidated version of the castle’s throne room. There were torn tapestries and fractured tables, it was like the souls of the ancient couldn’t escape this place fast enough. It’s whole atmosphere was eerie. “This castle was built from the ashes of the former empire.”

Marinette suppressed a gasp, she was right. Everything and everyone had told her she was wrong, she saw the shaking of their heads and heard them debunking her theories. The king was alive and the prince was never exiled.

The king was alive.

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[satoruswifeyyy]

TALKING BODY

Type: one-shot

Fic: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Warnings: substance abuse, sexual abuse, swearing, mentions of sex, heavy angst.

Note: hey, this fic is inspired from the song "Talking Body" - Tove Lo and this is my interpretation of it and how I felt about the song and @kuroosdreamwifey has a similar fic like this that i took the basic idea from (will be linked at the end of it). If you've been through a break up or just gotten out of a toxic relationship please know that I love and I appreciate you for dealing with it! If you know anyone who has gone through something like this then just be there for them!! please I won't take much of your time!!!

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It had been a while since you had walked home alone. You took out your phone to play music that would give you company since you had no one to accompany you home. You skimmed through the songs until a title caught your eye, “Talking Body” by Tove Lo… The artist was familiar to you. At that point all you wanted was a song to bury your worries and lighten your burden and so you pressed ‘play’.

Your eyes widened as soon as you heard those lines. Your worries came flooding back tenfold. You felt blood rush to your cheeks once you thought of how Gojo’s skin felt on yours, you could feel it like he touched you just yesterday. You also remembered the times you got him substance until the point you were out of money to buy yourself dinner. You did all of this to see him smile. You loved him… Did you really?

Bed, stay in bed

The feeling of your skin locked in my head

Smoke, smoke me broke

I don't care, I'm down for what you want

You both were constantly on some kind of influence be it drinking or drugs. You wanted him there, you wanted to drown in his love. You felt so many things around him and to you he was the only one who cared for you. Gojo had a temper and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Broken vases, shattered mirrors and torn fabric would be around you by the end of it. Your lips would tremble as he kissed you apologizing between catching your breath. He at least apologized for the bruises on you, right? And it’s all because you love him, ri-

Day drunk into the night

Wanna keep you here 'Cause you dry my tears

Yeah

Summer lovin' and fights

How it is for us

And it's all because

Moans would fill the room after an argument that you wouldn’t dare to speak of it again. You knew sex would fix it for you, it always fixed everything related to Gojo. It was the only thing that would keep Gojo occupied, keep him from leaving you for someone else. He made you weak for him. “You’re mine.” He had already labeled you as his property to fuck, bruise or use. But that was his form of loving you right?

Now if we're talking body (Hey)

You got a perfect one

So put it on me (Hey)

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life

On and on and on x2

5… 8… 12… 16… You had so many people around you. Girls and guys who fell for you, who loved being friends with you and then you met Gojo Satoru. 23… 15… 7… 4… 1, you now only knew one person and he was your whole life. You gave up all your friends and disobeyed your family only because of him, him and his love. Rough or soft, passionate or dry, kissing or sex, smoking or drinking… that’s all you knew and that was all that happened. But then again, that’s the way he shows that he loves, right?

Love, give me love

Anything you want I'll give it up

Lips, lips I kiss

Bite me while I taste your fingertips

You felt miserable as you walked back home. It was almost like this song was written for you. You’re sure he loved- are you sure he LOVED YOU?

Day drunk into the night

Wanna keep you here

'Cause you dry my tears

Yeah

Summer lovin' and fights

How it is for us

And it's all because

“Satoru, how could you do this to me?!”

Oh, now if we're talking body (Hey)

You got a perfect one

So put it on me (Hey)

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life

On and on and on (On and on and on) x2

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic, Y/n. It was just a one-night stand! Grow up and stop being a bitch.”

“J-just a one-night stand? Gojo Satoru, I’m your s/o! You love me, remember?!”

“Did I say I love YOU? Y/n you were nothing but mine to use. Love? Where did you even get that idea? You’re wasting my time. We’re over!”

Ah, that hit you hard. You felt like a use and throw object and you took a while to cope from it… Two years, it’s been two years since then and you feel like all this happened a couple of hours ago.

“Y/n,” you heard him whisper your name as he bit your ear. “What are you?” he asked as slid his hand into your shorts. You felt hot and your legs became weak as you tried to speak. “Answer me…” “Yours only yours so please stop!” you spit out but a few minutes later there you were lying on the bed, naked with a sheet wrapped around you. “I’ll use up until there’s nothing left to use.” he said as he walked away. Is that how he felt when he left you? Did he use you up to the extent he had to throw you away?

Bodies

Our baby making bodies we just use for fun

Bodies

Let's use them up 'til every little piece is gone

(Let's go)

On and on and on

(Let's go)

On and on

(Let's go)

As the chorus kept playing you found yourself closer to home and closer to your answer. You had already realized that you were nothing but a thing for Gojo to use but hearing this song made it clear to you. As you walked to your apartment you saw a familiar figure standing near your door. You couldn’t mistake him for someone else because you knew that body so well. It was him, Gojo Satoru. The man of your dreams and also the man who took his sweet time shattering those dreams. “I missed you.” He said with a guilt filled voice “Cut the bullshit!” You spoke back with venom laced in every word!

Now if we're talking body (Hey)

You got a perfect one

So put it on me (Hey)

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life

On and on and on (Hey) x4

“Y/n, I’m sorry! Please, I really mean it!” He said with eyes full of tears which was new to you but you knew damn well not to get fooled by it! “Give me another chance, I swear I’ll treat you like Royalty!” He said trying to grab your hand. You pulled away immediately “Who is this, Love?” A tired voice called out. “Gojo, what are you doing here?” his voice slightly raised, he stood in front of you. Gojo’s eyes looked at the guy standing to protect you in terror, not because he was scared of him but because of the shock that you moved on completely fine while he regretted all the things he did to you.

“I’m fine, sweetie.” You said giving a small smile. Your current boyfriend knew you weren’t completely over what Gojo did to you but he was okay with it. He was more focused on showing you what real love felt like that he temporarily made you forget how Gojo treated you. “Leave!” your boyfriend said sternly “Don’t even try to breathe in Y/n's direction…” Gojo felt defeated in front of both of them and without saying a word he left.

“So, how was your day?” He asked you with a warm smile. “I feel like a huge burden suddenly disappeared!” you said with a light heart. “Good, you’ve finally moved on!” he smiled and with that you both went in and lived a happy life!

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That's all!

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[midearthwritings]

The colors of your love

Thankfully, the most beautiful things are invisible to the eye.

Words Count : 1,258

Pairing : Arwen x Blind!Reader

Warning : War injury

Author's Note : A one-shot about my childhood's true love, because I can.

Sitting still, you listen. What had been a pleasant whisper of the wind is now a deafening scream. It fills your ears, as all you can do is listen. You think back of your own scream. The one you had let out as your enemy's sword sliced your face. You remember falling to the ground, blood filling your eyes as the pain took over. Desperately, you had prayed for the Gods to put an end to your suffering. But they had not been clement with you. So you had waited for it to go away, in all your glorious consciousness.

It had never left. The pain remained. But your sight did not. When you had been taken back to the safety of Rivendell, even after being taken care of by the best of healers living between these walls, you had not been able to see anything. You were damned to live in eternal darkness. The one that could not be slain with a light of any kind.

Behind you, the door is pushed open. When it is closed again, the sound echoes, covering the quiet steps approaching you. Slightly, you tilt your head towards their source. Plunged into complete blackness, you fear for the intruder's identity. Even if you know you cannot get hurt in here, the turmoil of being attacked makes your guts clench.

"It is said that you were injured." Automatically, you relax at her voice. It has been long since you have seen her. Too long to your liking.

"Why haven't you visited me sooner?" There is venom in your words, which you regret instantly. You have loved Arwen dearly for as long as you can remember, and you do not wish to take your anger out on her. Departing to the battlefield had been your choice, not hers. Several times, she had pleaded for you to stay, told you you would get hurt. But your stubbornness had pushed those warnings away, and now you were paying the price. She was not to be blamed.

"I have been occupied."

You listen, as she comes closer, her voice getting louder. She doesn't hold any anger in it. Only slight pain. As she sits down next to you, you keep listening. The fabrics of her robes brush against the furniture in a soft caress. Her breathing seems peaceful and calm for those who do not know her. To you, it is short, filled with worries.

"I will never see again." You admit, holding out your hand. As hers slides into it, you smile. "The wound still hurts and keeps me awake at night. But it is nothing your presence cannot soothe."

Eyes are not needed for you to know she is blushing lightly. The idea that you will never be able to witness the rosey color on her cheeks any more makes you heart ache in a way you had never felt before.

Delicately, as if not to break you, she lets go of your grip and reaches up to trace your jawline. Fingertips travel from your cheek, upwards on your face, barely brushing against your skin. You feel them hovering over the fresh scar.

"How does it look?" You ask as they caress the scarred tissues. The touch, no matter how gentle, makes you hiss in pain. Her hand retreats.

"It will heal." Her voice remains soft, and the words reassuring despite the heavy truth that lies behind them.

You sigh, for you know the years will not erase war's claim on your face. When the blood and pain finally fade away, there will still be traces for people to see, and for you to remember. If some wear those memories with pride, proof of their accomplishments, you do not wish to do so. In pure vanity, you would gladly give away the title of hero you were given in order to regain the beauty you have lost.

"My love for you is not changed, regardless of your looks."

The ghost of another smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Never had she lied to you before and you can only trust her as he utter those words, knowing she speaks the truth. Once more, you sigh. For a moment, you allow yourself to grieve the image of Arwen, her and those fierce eyes that you will never see again. And when the palm of her hand cups your untouched cheek, you close your eyes, darkness becoming only darker.

Leaning into her touch, deprived from your ability to see, you notice things you never paid attention to before. The way every inch of her hand touches your skin, or how she unconsciously applies more pressure with her index finger than the others.

You frown, your tongue poking out of your mouth to come and wet your dry lips.

"Help me see, Arwen." The request sounds unusual, weird even. Yet, she understands.

"The room is bathed with sunlight." She begins, her thumb tentatively exploring the corner of your mouth. "It is very bright, very pure, like clouds in the early summer, or snow."

As she speaks, you remember of the countless winters you spent together. You think back to the snowflakes, falling lightly on her black hair, contrasting beautifully. Slowly, you reach for them, your hand finding the way from her wrist, up to her shoulder where they lie lazily. They are soft. They have always been.

"What else?" You plead, your fingers entangling themselves in the silky strands. You feel her looking around.

"There are flowers, in a vase on the table. They are red. A deep crimson, like the blood that stains a warrior's hands."

There is no blood in your mind, no field of corpses, no slitted throats. Only her, and those red robes you love to see her wearing. The ones that make her look like a divine being. And her lips. Not quite red, but oh so exquisite.

Blindly, because you cannot and will never be able to do otherwise, you lean forward. She guides you, her hand still cradling your face, and you stop when your nose brushes hers. Her breath against your skin feels heavier than it has ever felt before, but it is not unwelcome. And so you break the remaining distance to press a kiss to her lips.

It is chaste, like those exchanged by young lovers, and it doesn't last. It doesn't need to. It tastes of the sweetest things, such as sugar and honey. But it also tastes of the sea, salty and troubled. Leaving the comfort of her mane, your hand now goes for her face. Her warm tears roll against your palm.

"Why is it that you are crying?"

"I cry for you have been selfish." She whispers accusingly. "Did you not think of me when you left to battle? There is more than just your sight that you could have lost."

Ignoring the guilt growing in your stomach, you chuckle, and your forehead falls to hers.

"But I did not die, now, did I?" The question is playful, but you hope it reassures her. Tenderly, you wipe her tears away. "So there is no need to cry."

"I can very well decide wether I wish to cry or not." She says in her very own Arwen way, pulling another quiet laugh out of you.

Again, you seal your lips in a kiss, the pain induced by your wound reminder of what was taken away from you. It was a good thing, then, that love was meant to be felt and not seen.

#lord of the rings #lord of the ring imagine #lotr #lotr imagine #lotr reader insert #arwen imagine #arwen x reader #arwen x you #arwen x y/n

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

How much has A-1 changed without Izuku?

Are they just as united as canon or are they different in another things?

Would Izuku ever meet them?

I doubt if it would ever happen, since Izuku pretty much despises heroes thanks to All Might... but is there any chance he would ever join to UA in the hero course or something?

1A is VERY different from canon bc Izuku isn't there.

Normally people say Uraraka wouldn't have gotten in, but I like to think she's in 1-B instead because she got plenty of villain points as well, disregarding the rescue points rescuing Izuku got her in canon. I'm going to say Komuri from 1-B switches places with her?

Many of the friend groups are the same? ISH? Iida, Yaoyozoru and Todoroki are kind of an isolated trio because rich folk who have bad social skills with unfamiliar people.

The Bakusquad is still the same? Kind of? They're more their own group who's tentatively letting Katsuki in, who's still a loner but less outwardly aggressive; knowing that he might have been one of the reasons Izuku ran away and was probably killed weighs on him A LOT. But also knowing that from his POV Izuku's parents who were never fucking there never even tried to look for him makes him so angry and it's one of his main resolves to beat All Might; because he refuses to be lesser than Izuku's Father.

And when he becomes number one he's going to find out what happened to Izuku; even if it's only to bury bones he's going to find out what happened and then he's going to ruin everything All Might ever tried to stand for because it RUINED his childhood.

(Because even when he and Izuku weren't on good terms he still heard the heart broken voice his mother would use when she spoke to Izuku's nanny, the even more heart broken voice she'd use when she spoke to IZUKU as she asked him if he was okay, reassured him he always had a place with them and begged him to come to them if he ever didn't feel safe, if he ever needed somewhere and they wouldn't ask.

He also remembers his cheery and calm old man breaking a vase once when he slammed it down too hard when Izuku DID spend the weekend at theirs once. Katsuki had been skirting around Izuku (Deku) because he didn't GET IT but he knew Izuku didn't want to go home and Katsuki can never imagine NOT knowing that home was the best place to be, but he remembers how the vase had cracked and started leaking after Izuku had left the room an off hand comment about how HAPPY he was that he wouldn't be eating alone, how HAPPY he was that despite their home being just a bit bigger than the Bakugou's that their house felt lived in even though less people lived in it.

His old man's face will never leave his mind, the vile look in his eyes, the way his knuckles turned white, or how his old man had crouched in front of him, taking his glasses off to wipe at his eyes as he begged him 'please keep him safe Kastu, I know you aren't the best of friends anymore but please. He's slipping Katsu and your mother and I don't know if we can catch him in time.'

And those desperate pleas, the looks he and his peers (extras, all of them were extras but sometimes they could understand) would exchange on the days when Izuku (still Deku but not quite as venomously) would come in looking like he wasn't awake, like he was moving via remote control and seeing the adults around them tell them that it's okay, that it doesn't matter what they do to Izuku because he's quirkless but that feeling that somehow something doesn't make sense- the silent agreement they all seemed to have reached to not mention his parents because they didn't know enough but also the thought of thinking about his parents made them all deeply uncomfotable-

All of that and Izuku going missing because of All Might (who only found out was Izuku's Father after he and his fmaily stormed the Yagi household to get some answers) ruined his childhood, ruined his peers childhoods and there is a group of eighteen children who sat there and watched the news as Yagi Izuku emerged from the dead and tried to kill the man who (in their eyes) had left him and they'd silently rejoiced because it felt right, it felt like something that SHOULD be happening but they couldn't explain why-)

The rest of 1-A's dynamics are the same, but with a lack of Izuku, Monoma fills up that seat and Mineta curbs his habits faster than in canon because there's only room for 1 jackass in this class and the one who prevails drinks his respect women juice.

#We Don't Remember A Boat In A Bottle #my fic #my asks #fic asks #asks #answers

[scarletarosa]

The Gorgons

The gorgons are a race of beings who have the body of a woman, a monstrous face, feathered wings, tusks, and venomous snakes as hair. The name “gorgon” comes from the Ancient Greek word “gorgos” meaning “terrible” or “fearsome”. In Greek myth, there were known to be three gorgons, all being sisters; they were Medusa, Stheno, and Euryale. These three sisters were the monstrous children of the sea deities Phorkys and Keto.  

The gorgons were most notorious due to their hatred towards everyone and their vindictiveness. They are aggressive, spiteful, and often seek to cause destruction. They were said to live on Sarpedon, a rocky island in the ocean. In ancient Greek vase paintings and sculptures, the three gorgons were depicted as winged women with broad round heads, serpentine hair, large staring eyes, wide mouths, lolling tongues, tusks, flared nostrils, and sometimes short, coarse beards. However, Medusa was humanized in late classical art with the face of a beautiful woman. In mosaic art, her round face was wreathed with coiling snakes and adorned with a pair of small wings on the brow. In much later depictions in media, the gorgons were instead portrayed as having the lower body of a serpent rather than having legs.  

The poet Hesiod seems to have envisaged the Gorgons as reef-creating sea-daemones, personifications of the deadly submerged rocks which posed such a danger to ancient mariners. One also bears a distinctly marine name, Euryale, meaning "she of the wide, briny sea". Later writers continue this tradition by saying that reefs were created where Perseus had set Medusa's head. In other motifs, the gorgon Medusa was portrayed as a storm-daemon whose visage was set upon the storm-bringing aigis-shield of Athena. The two ideas were probably connected, with sea storms driving ships to destruction upon the reefs. Some say there was a but a single goat-like gorgon, a daughter of the sun god, who was slain by Zeus at the start of the Titan-War to form his stormy aigis shield.

In a later telling of Medusa’s story, the Roman poet, Ovid, instead told that Medusa began as a beautiful human woman who had sex with Poseidon in a temple of Minerva (Athena); though in some versions, it says instead that Medusa was raped. Due to this desecration, the goddess cursed Medusa to have a horrible form and made it so that anyone she looked upon would turn to stone. However, this poem goes against the original myth of Medusa and is inaccurate to her true nature. She is also later featured in another story by Hesiod, in which the hero Perseus is assisted by Athena to slay Medusa, who had been petrifying anyone who came near her. With the mirrored shield he had received from Athena, Perseus managed to overcome Medusa and beheaded her. When this was done, Pegasus and a giant named Chrysaor sprung from her vanquished body; these two were said to be the offspring of Poseidon. The drops of Medusa’s blood were said to have transformed into the snakes of the Sahara.  

Personal experiences: In my experiences with the gorgons, there are many of them, but the three sisters are the main ones who were created first. Their kind embodies extreme envy and spite, causing them to be vicious towards others and highly untrustworthy. The snakes which form their hair represent the venomous personalities that they have and how they will easily strike out at others. The gorgons are all female and appear the exact way the ancient Greeks depicted them: having human bodies with horrific faces, tusks, snake hair, and wings. They are not beautiful in any way and can cause those who look upon them to be filled with terror. They have always looked this way and are just as horrendous in their personalities as their appearances.  

Since the gorgons are all female, they mate with a race of serpent-men who have no women born of their kind. Due to this mixed species, the offspring of these two races end up looking a bit different from regular gorgons. Some will look more serpent-like with a snake lower-body but will not have snake hair; others may have human bodies but more of a reptilian appearance. But even though the offspring of the gorgons are partially from another race, they still hold the aggressive characteristics of the original gorgons. The children are born with very violent personalities and often hiss or try to attack others. Their kind is always full of animosity and tend to not care much for anyone but themselves. The gorgon Medusa is actually able to turn people into stone by looking upon them and one of her sisters holds the same ability. This power was genetically passed down to some of their descendants, so not all gorgons are able to do this but many can. Yet the overall species is still highly dangerous and should be avoided. 

Despite even some spirits or deities trying to help the gorgons evolve past their spite and cruelty, they have refused to do so and tend to make excuses for their actions or blame others. It would be very unwise to try and work with these beings unless you wish for them to badly impact your life in some way. It is overall best to keep a safe distance from them.  

#gorgons #gorgones #medusa #spirits #greek spirits #greek mythology

[chaoticpuff17]

A Dangerous Game

part 10 

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Hello darlings! This one goes out to @the-darkest-starr​ ! She was my first like and my first follow. Love this girl so much, and hope it brightens her day! This one’s for you babe! 

The weeks of isolation had made her ready to climb the walls. Jin came to visit when he could, but he was still a doctor and that kept him very busy. They no longer had the excuse of her stitches to prompt a visit. This left Namjoon as her only constant companion, and she didn’t know what was worse, the isolation or the fact that she was beginning to look forward to Namjoon’s visits.

They had established a sort of routine. In the mornings Namjoon would come and have a light breakfast and tea with her bringing her new reading material, and then she’d be left alone to her own devises for the day. She’d read whatever book he had brought her and play solitaire. If she had to play another game of solitaire she was afraid she was going to lose her mind. It had gotten to the point where she was even beginning to debate throwing another vase at Namjoon, consequences be damned. And then he would return in the later evening and share late supper with her.  This was her life now, every day the same, and it was driving her insane. That was the point though wasn’t it?

The isolation was a punishment, but it was also a very effective tool for breaking down the will of your opponent, and Namjoon was nothing if not a smart man. He knew exactly what he was doing. She had to give him credit for that, the sneaky bastard. That was the game though wasn’t it? It was a new game and an old game all at once. And Namjoon had one the first round. She couldn’t allow him the final victory though.  

It was a waiting game now. Who could hold out longer? Namjoon unfortunately had the upper hand. He had all the resources after all. He held all the power. And she wasn’t stupid. She knew that he would only put up with her insolence so long before he took to more drastic measures. It all depended on how patient of a man Namjoon was. If she was lucky, and recent history had proven that she wasn’t, she could outlast him. He’d grow tired of her, of this game, and he’d let her go. Or maybe she’d just annoy him into killing her. It wasn’t a great plan especially considering she would much rather make it out of all of this alive, but isolation can make people do and think crazy things. And maybe Namjoon sensed that. Maybe that was why he came to her room that afternoon.

“Jagiya,” He began watching her with a smirk playing on his lips.

“What do you want?” She groaned from her position sprawled across one of the sofas with her arm thrown across her eyes, a position she’d taken out of boredom upon finishing the latest book Namjoon had brought her. “Don’t you have other things to do than to pester me?”

“It’s the weekend, jagi, and you’ve been left to your own devices all morning. I thought we might go for a stroll in the garden, but if you don’t want to…” He trailed off watching with veiled amusement as she perked up.  

“The garden?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Outside? Outside this room?” Her eyes were blown wide as she gazed at him hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t some cruel trick on his part. She wouldn’t put such a trick past him, but he nodded a small smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. “You’re not shitting me are you?”

“You’ve been so good, and you’ve taken your punishment so well. I could do without the attitude, but we can work on that.” He definitely had plans to rid her of the attitude.  

He could practically see the cogs turning in her head as the realization hit her, when the hope settled in. “I can leave this room. I won’t be locked in anymore?”

Namjoon couldn’t have been more pleased by her reaction. There was something so fragile and vulnerable about her in this moment, having those doe eyes focused on him filled with so much hope. And he was the one who gave her that hope. “That depends on how you behave today.” He mused. “If you behave well, I see no reason why you can’t have free reign of the house and the gardens. But if you don’t behave I have no problem keeping you here in these rooms.”

The effect of those words was almost instantaneous. Her eyes grew even more impossibly wide and her face paled at the implication. It was clear to him that her punishment had been effective. Even if she didn’t realize it, there was a shift, the smallest of change. He was wearing her down, settling her into her new role.

“Do you understand, jagi?”

She nodded quickly scrambling up and scampering to the closet in search of shoes. As much as she hated depending on him for anything, especially her freedom, she wasn’t about to give up the chance to go outside. She would be the sweetest girl in the world if it meant she was going to be released from her god forsaken house arrest.

She emerged shoes in hand and a bright smile on her face too big to conceal. The excitement of being released from her room outweighed her will to remain grumpy in the face of her captor, and in this minute she couldn’t bring herself to care even taking his hand without a fuss when he extended it to lead her out of the room.

She was practically vibrating with excitement by the time they had reached the door that would lead them outside to the garden. Freedom was just a few steps away, or at least a semblance of it was, but before she could step outside, Namjoon pulled her back, and she couldn’t help but look at him in confusion.

“This is a privilege, Y/N.” He repeated, dark eyes serious as he stared her down. “If you pull any sort of stunt today, I will lock you away for so long you will forget how the sunlight feels on your skin. There are worse prisons than your rooms, jagiya.”

The threat kept her frozen in place as she stared up at him. How could he speak such harsh words so sweetly?  

“Jagi?” He prompted squeezing her hand tightly. She nodded slowly unsure of how to respond to him after that. The man was giving her whiplash. “I need words, jagi.”

“Yes, Namjoon.” She sighed impatient to get outside and put his disturbing smiling threats out of her head, at least for the moment.

“Good!” He smiled brightly dimples popping out in full force. “Let’s enjoy the garden then.”

To say that the gardens were beautiful would have been an understatement. They were gorgeous, enchanting even as they sprawled out from the house. Clearly someone had put a lot of time and effort into them. It looked like something out of a fairy land to her, but then again, she was used to cramped city apartments with rag tag parks filled with litter. This was another level entirely, and she was instantly in love.

Namjoon didn’t even protest when her hand slipped from his as she wandered further into the garden. While she was enamored with the garden, he was enamored with her. He’d never seen her this soft. Her eyes had a sparkle to them that he had yet to see as she trailed her fingers across the petals of some of the flowers almost reverently. Everything about her in this moment seemed gentle.

Her eyes wandered further into the garden as she took everything in. It was sculpted into a very traditional fashion with bridges and gazebos and what appeared to be a large koi pond further  from the house all connected by a series of winding paths.

“Can we go there?” She asked her voice filled with breathless wonder as she looked out towards the koi pond.

“Of course, jagi.” He replied just as softly placing a gentle hand on her back to lead her down to the pond.  

He was almost afraid that if he spoke any louder or made any sudden movements that the moment would shatter and she would return to the acid spitting hellion he had come to know. He would have to savor this more gentle version of her while he could. He knew it wouldn’t last long. She would be a fierce little hellion again before long, but he enjoyed seeing this softer side of her as well.

He had chosen because she was intriguing, because she was strong, but this was something he wanted to see from her more often. As much as he enjoyed sparring with her, her constant venom was beginning to become tiresome. Yes, she’d followed his rules, but she had done it with a bitter reluctance that didn’t sit well with him. He was a man who was used to complete obedience without question. He was lenient for now though as she was still adjusting, but his patience could only hold out for so long. But for today he would enjoy the softer side of her while it lasted.

They reached the bridge that stretched across the koi pond, and settled there. Y/N leaned over the rail to gaze down at the fish that milled about in the pond a soft smile playing on her lips. She was entranced by the fish, wishing she had brought something out to feed her with. Next time she told herself. If she played her cards right, she’d be able to go out into the gardens as much as she’d like. All the while they stood there in peaceful silence, Namjoon stood guard just to the side his attention solely focused on her.

Looking at her now, Namjoon found her to be the most lovely woman in the world. Illuminated in the afternoon light with the late summer breeze stirring her hair, Namjoon considered himself very much in love with her, and he had to congratulate himself on his catch. Summoning her to that late night meeting all those weeks ago had been on a whim, purely out of curiosity to see who he was dealing with, and now he was grateful that he had. She was a dangerous woman to have around. She was capable of tearing down the empire he had built from the ground up if he wasn’t careful. But that made their game all the more exciting. It made her all the more exciting, and once tamed she would make an exquisite queen for his empire. All that was left to do was to break her to his will.  

part 11

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Leviathan’s Bouquet of Roses

Trigger warnings: Self doubt, Anxiety, Angst

Summary:

It’s been a few months since you’ve been in devildom and befriended the otaku. To celebrate your months of friendship. Leviathan decides to buy you a gift! Though things don’t go as planned.

Author’s Note:

I’ve posted this story on Animo already but I thought I’d share it here as well. I hope you enjoy and friendly reminder that requests are open.

Yellow Roses Meaning: Jealousy, Friendship, Joy, Remember Me Read the other brothers versions: Lucifer, Mammon (WIP) , Leviathan <- You are Here, Satan, Asmodeus (WIP) , Beelzebub (WIP) , Belphegor (WIP)

“Henry! Can you believe it? It’s been almost three months since I’ve befriended the human. Sure, they tricked me into it but they’re a lot nicer than I thought,” his eyes darted around the room, making sure no one was listening in on him and his best friend. “Just don’t tell them I said that, okay?”

Speaking of the human. Maybe he should reach out to them, just this once. Not that he believes anyone would want to speak to a worthless otaku like him. Though they do regularly reply to his texts, answer his phone calls, wave at him on the rare occasion he leaves his room. No, no. He’s simply overthinking it. There’s no way someone as perfect as them took him seriously. It has to be pity. Yeah, that’s it. It’s safer to think this way after all but something nagged at him. Even if it wasn’t real. The least he can do is thank them.

Humming at the thought, Leviathan’s amber eyes scanned his room looking for good reference material. Should he do what the protagonist did in ‘I Thought You Totally Hated Me But It Turns Out You Were A Tsundere This Whole Time?’ It could work. Though he wasn’t in a romantic relationship with the human. So, red roses were out of the option. Besides, they reminded him too much of Asmo’s fans trying to win over his affection, not that he wanted to be praised by his friend or anything. So, to the internet he goes.

Wanting to gift the human flowers. He expected a reaction similar to ‘Welcome to My Flower Shop Where Everything is For You,’ just a giant grin and maybe just maybe a tear or too.

“Maybe I’ll even get a hug!” He grinned to himself, feeling himself sway with glee. “Wait. Focus Levi. This is just a simple gift for a friend. Nothing more should be expected.”

Carnations are pretty but the white and pink ones might make them think I’m hitting on them. Then there’s the two-toned ones but I don’t wanna say that I cannot be with them. What if they think I want to stop being friends?

Pfft! Sunflowers can mean false riches. I can totally see Mammon mistaking them for real gold too.

New beginnings and forgiveness, huh? Maybe if they don’t like the first bouquet I send. I’ll send them daffodils next.

“Maybe I should stick to roses after all. They’re a classic for a reason,” he mumbled to himself as he lazily scrolled through the meanings. “Blue for unrequited or fairy tale love. Purple for royalty and pride,” his amber eyes sparked interest as they landed upon yellow roses. “Friendship. Check. Remember me. It’ll be nice if they did. Plus joy! Ahh, this seems perfect for them!” Ordering the yellow rose bouquet, the purple haired male fiddled with his phone debating whether to warn their friend about the surprise. “No, no. I bet their smile will be absolutely adorable,” for once, Levi felt like something was going right in this unfair world.

~

Waking up extra early, so his brothers won’t spot his highly anticipated package. Levi brought the roses to his room, leaving a sweet scent in his wake.

“Now I just need to think of the time I give it to them. Maybe after dinner? Yes! Just like in that other scene from  ‘I Thought You Totally Hated Me But It Turns Out You Were A Tsundere This Whole Time?’” With that final thought. Levi left the bouquet in a spare vase with a bit of water. He didn’t want them wilting on him now.

Soon enough it was supper. Seating himself at his usual spot, he couldn’t help but steal glances at the human. Feeling a fire burn in his stomach as they laughed at Mammons jokes or complimented Asmo’s looks. Did he even hear them make plans to take a nap with Belphie? He was their friend first. They should at least hang out with him to watch anime or play video games. Besides, he has a gift for them. Not that he told them yet but still! It’s the thought that counts.

Once he finished his dinner, Levi rushed to his room. Sighing in relief as everything seemed to be in place. The flowers weren’t wilted and it didn’t look like Mammon snuck in and stole anything. It looks like everything was going to plan. All he had to do was go to the living room, meet up with his friend and give them the flowers. Easy enough. Just don’t think of your stupid brothers faces if they happen to be there. You don’t want to ruin your moment with them after all. Taking a deep breath. Levi headed to the living room, hiding the bouquet behind his back. 

To his dismay, his brain decided to barrage him with doubt. They won’t feel his sweat on the steams right? What if they hate yellow? That means the daffodils will be a bad choice too. Will his brothers tease him? Well, that wasn’t new but it still hurt. Shaking away the storm, Levi put on his best smile as he walked into his destination.

The sight burned his throat as the rose stems snapped from his grip.

“Hey Levi! Wanna join us?” they cheered, Mammon’s arm draped around their shoulder as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “We were just talking about-” Levi shook his head violently, fighting back tears. “I was just looking for something!” He took a quick glance around the room, already noting as Mammon’s suspicion grew. “Guess I was mistaken. See you around!”

The male practically sprinted to his room, leaving a trail of yellow petals. A slam was heard down the hall causing both Mammon and his friend to jump. Getting up to check on Levi. Mammon grabbed their arm, shaking his head. “I might not be the sharpest stick in the pile but I think it’s best if we leave him alone for now. As your first it’s my job to protect you and all of ‘that’, That screams danger to me,” reluctantly the human sat back down beside Mammon, laying their head on his shoulder.

“I just hope he’s alright..”

~

“I should’ve known! This always happens to me,” Levi screamed. Throwing the bouquet to the ground, stomping on them. His amber eyes flickered to the now crumpled piece of paper that demanded his attention.

Clearing his throat Levi read the content aloud, his voice dripping with venom.

MC I just wanted to thank you for letting me be myself around you.

You make me feel like I’m worth something and that maybe 2D people aren’t that bad. Just maybe though.

Since its been a few months of us being friends. I wanted to get you something!

I really hope you like yellow roses. Looking them up I read that they meant friendship and remember me.

I know it’s a lot for me to ask but it would be really nice for you to remember me after you leave devildom. A worthless otaku like me isn’t worth remembering but I can’t help but ask.

I guess things are just easier to write.

Love,

Levi Groaning at his own words. Levi tore up the letter before tearing into the roses, leaving them in the trash.

If only he remembered that yellow roses were also the symbol for jealousy.

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