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prodsh00ky · 6 months

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from the cradle to the grave

pairing: vampire!seonghwa x reader

warnings: use of words probably, crying, mentions of blood, death, war and violence, seonghwa creeps the reader out by breaking into their house, deja vu era seonghwa look combined with 2023 long haired hwa bc this should be a warning, some angsty stuff, fluff if u squint really really hard, past lives (sort of), reader is referred to using they/them pronouns but i might have left something that suggest they’re female/afab in the way; please let me know if there’s more

wc: ~4.6k words

notes: i tried to finish this in time for halloween (it was sitting in my drafts since 2021...) so this was supposed to be a spooky season fic. it didn’t work but here it is anyways! hope you guys like it. im a big vampire enthusiast and a bIG seonghwa enthusiast which makes me the biggest vamp!hwa agenda supporter so lets gooo

well, at least your gut feeling was probably right.

these last days have been… weird, to say the least. every time you’d go back to your apartment after college you felt like you were being observed, maybe even followed. it was like there was someone always behind you or around the place you were in a way that made you feel like you were never alone indeed, and you didn't like the shivers you got from it. to top it off, the whole thing was giving you even more bad nightmares than the usual; the most recent ones involved big mansions from the eighteenth century or something, a lot of fighting, blood and a pair of piercing eyes staring into your soul. the worst part was that you always forgot in the course of your day that you were having them, only remembering when waking up in a cold sweat from a new one. your friends told you it probably was due to the time of the year since spooky season just began, and you thought it might be it; a scary vibe was nothing less than expected from fall.

but the tall figure standing behind your favorite armchair that welcomed you home seconds ago after you locked your apartment’s door told you otherwise. you automatically move to grab your floor lamp to defend yourself.

“who are you and what are you doing here?”

“so you’re feisty. i should keep track of that.”

his voice is deep but also smooth. he’s probably a head and a half taller than you and wears a white shirt with a v cut, black trousers paired with a black blazer and his neck is adorned with a sole silk ribbon. when he turns to you, you get to see that his long black hair would probably reach his silver pendant earrings if it wasn't tucked into a fancy hairstyle with a silver pin holding the front and that his eyes are sharp and piercing (and strangely similar with the ones in your recent nightmares, but this time they feel familiar and not frightening as usual), just as the rest of his facial features. he is probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. but you still have no idea of who he is or how he got inside your house, so you quietly get your phone and dial 911.

“i'm going to repeat it just once more. who are you, what are you and how the fuck have you gotten inside?” he seems too entertained eyeing you from head to toe for some seconds, but he quickly wakes from his apparent trance and answers you.

“right. i'm sorry for the rudeness... and for the invasion, for that matter, although this apartment was virtually 100% accessible for me. oh, and for the last few days too, but i'm afraid the observing was necessary. i’m park seonghwa, one of the royal eight, and deeply pleasured to know you.” he bows lightly and opens his mouth to continue and it shows you a glimpse of long sharp canine teeth. it makes you interrupt him.

“so you’re the one who’s following me? know what, it doesn’t matter actually, i’m calling the cops.” you turn to open the door and get outside, however the keys aren't in the door handle anymore. with the lamp still in your hold you try to open the knob forcefully, adrenaline beginning to fill you due to despair, but the jittery sound of the keys dangling makes you turn to the stranger once more. he holds the keys with his left hand, the right one leaning in the armchair.

“forgive me for my ways, but calling the police won’t be needed and after you listen to me you’ll see why. i’m not here to hurt you in any way, it’s actually… quite the opposite. i was following you because me and my brothers needed to reach you, and after i finally found you i wanted to know who we were looking for. if you’re willing to give me some of your time, i’ll be happy to explain everything i can for now. please?”

considering your options, either you jump out of the window into a 65 feet fall or listen to him. but you still want to be sure someone is keeping track of you, so you move to open the window hoping today the old couple and the friendly lady who lives in the building next to yours and are always inviting you to spend the holidays and have dinner with them are gaping inside your place as usual and turn on the localization device in your phone.

“you have ten minutes.”

“thank you for considering my offer.” he answers, seemingly more relieved, and starts talking. “i’m not sure how to address it correctly… there probably isn't a correct way to do it, so i’ll be plainspoken. i’m a vampire, such as my brothers, and we need your help because you hold powers that can save our empire from the mass attack it is suffering right now.”

you huff, because it’s the only thing you feel like doing.

“you really invaded my house to fool me into a halloween prank? who made you do it? oh, it must have been yeonjun and kai, right? i'm calling the bastards right now, this is way off limits.” you manage to grab your phone in your pocket again but, just like your keys, you see it appearing in the guy’s hands.

“it’s not a prank and your human friends have nothing to deal with it, swear with my long gone soul. i am indeed a vampire, as you can verify by my teeth. vampires exist, such as some other ‘magical creatures’, as your people like to call us. i’m park seonghwa, the second vampire emperor, or prince, whatever you’d prefer, and am here to plead for your help because my empire is perishing and the eight of us can’t do much without you.”

the serious way he’s speaking almost convinces you, but it still sounds so crazy and nonsensical you keep yourself skeptical. you can't avoid some classical questions, though.

“why aren’t you burning or shining in the sun, then? and i don't see you sweating due to the giant amount of garlic in my kitchen. there’s no proof to your allegations, fang boy.”

seonghwa finds it really hard to suppress a smile. you were much more fun (and cute) than he thought, and seeing you being so doubtful only added to the feeling he had.

“because not all the tales you humans like to tell about us are true. garlic does not affect vampires at all, i have no idea where this... thing came from. we only get paler in the sunlight, as you may perceive.” he moves closer to your window, and you can see his slightly tanned skin turning paler and paler until his veins start to become proeminent and dark blue in his skin. it’s almost as if he's like a living canvas full of paint.

“i don’t believe you.”

“do you expect me to prove my identity then? because the only way to do it is by feeding, and im afraid you’re the only human in the nearer 260 feet at least.'' he steps closer and while he’s talking you see his fangs getting longer. and sharper. he touches his pointer finger with his teeth and his skin rips easily as if a needle had been dragged along it. when you look into his eyes they’re rouge as… blood. fear creeps into you and you step back, moving your head no.

“y-you can go on! i will hear you, i p-promise. i'm not exactly doubting it anymore.” you say, voice weak with fear. you move to your couch slowly, eyes still fixated in his every move. “i-im going to sit because this doesn’t sound like a conversation i’ll be able to take in while standing. feel free to sit too.” he moves to sit in the same armchair he’s leaning, but you start to talk again before you forget and his eyes move up to you again. “oh, but i want my keys and phone. you’ll not be getting my help making it look like you want to keep me in captivity.”

he nods, putting your phone and keys in your center table. you grab them almost immediately murmuring “thanks” because well, look where you are. he nods again and waits until you stop moving to talk.

“i’m shall start from the beginning since you have no familiarity with the vampires situation, right?” you nod, asking yourself what a vampire situation would mean. “the… ‘magic’ realm, i’ll call it this way for now because it’s easier, is hidden from human eyes. we have our own rules that exist to ensure mainly two things: that we won’t reveal ourselves to you with ease and that we will have peace, or anything closest to it, within us. some centuries ago people lived in balance and each kind had their own inside rules and organization besides these two major ones, but a riot some of the folks started created chaos and eventually a war. it was a slaughter; many villages were destroyed and many creatures, killed. it’s one of the darkest chapters of our story.

“wait, what do you mean by ‘creatures’ and ‘folks’? you’re not saying…”

“witches, elves, mermaids and sirens, gnomes, fairies, fauns, they’re all real. at some level, at least. i say this due to the fact you humans love to fantasize about their characteristics way too much, as you could testify with me and the sun belief you had. the majority of things you assume you know about them or about ur are probably inaccurate.”

your frown, “and what is the truth about all of you, then? what is wrong in the things i’ve been taught?”

there’s hints of a smirk in his lips, but he tries his best to keep neutral. “curious, aren't’ we? i’d love to share it with you, but it’s best that you learn it by yourself.” your eyebrows raise and he gets the sign to keep talking. “we’ll get there, do not worry.”

he takes a deep breath, a shadow of something gray crossing his sharp features. “after the war finished, pretty much all that was left was chaos. in an effort to save the survivors, an assembly was arranged so we could fix new rules and try to establish things. it happens that the vampires were the race that had the fewest deaths and casualties during the war and managed to better organize ourselves for that to happen, so it was decided by majority that we would rule all races from then on.”

“holy crap-” you tap your mouth, using the best of your self control skills to not laugh in his face, “this sounds like a bad fantasy book or a fanfic i’d have read when i was twelve. how did you guys manage all the power? and you said majority, not unanimity. there was someone against it, i suppose.”

seonghwa allows himself to smile, happy to observe you notice things rather quickly. you try to suppress your own reaction; if he was already handsome poker faced, it felt like his smile alone could convince you about anything he was saying and more. “we accepted it, since it was what most wanted. some begged, even, at some point of the discussion. it was never easy, though. we have faults and committed many mistakes, some worse than others and some… unforgivable, if i’m being honest. but i assure we hardly did then out of personal selfishness, the weight of keeping things in place is always something that humbles us down. and yes, you assumed correctly, there were people against it.”

he pauses abruptly, looks at you and laughs quietly, which confuses you. the fact that his laughing warms you inside has nothing to do with it, you reassure yourself.

“what?”

“if you thought the previous facts i’ve told you sounded like a… fantasy book or so, you can’t wait for the next bit.” he tries to dwell his laughter down to answer you, but you can see he’s struggling. “guess who disagreed with us being in power?”

it takes you less than a millisecond to reply. “no shit it were the werewolves.”

he starts laughing again but freely, not trying to refrain himself, and this time you can’t control the shocked smile that creeps onto your face along with your eyes widening.

“jesus fuck, seonghwa-” you have to pause for a second to recompose yourself, because you started laughing too hard along with him without even realizing, “it was already hard to believe the whole vampire convo and all, now you’re saying that not only other species of magical creatures do exist but the rivalry between vampires and werewolves is real? how do you expect me not to think this is some sort of twilight remake?"

“oh, no, not that movie,” he says while trying to stop laughing, “i’ve never watched it but it has caused enough misunderstandings already about us.”

you eye him up and down, “have some respect, it’s a masterpiece! i’m sure you just have never watched it because you know you’ll get inferiority complex since you’ll never be edward cullen.”

“i’ll pretend i know what you’re talking about and agree.” you laugh but on your own this time, and he can’t avoid admiring the wrinkles in your face when you do it. “resuming, the werewolves were never exactly comfortable with the idea of us in power in the first place, but as i said it was what the majority wanted. it has been like this for over eight centuries, and everything was going peacefully until around the nineteenth century. the werewolves started a rebellion against our empire, and to do it joined forces with each and every wrongdoer in our realm. they managed to have each and every single creature that had committed horrendous crimes as their allies, which caught us by surprise. we’ve tried to talk to them in the beginning, but it didn't work; they started to kill vampires and pretty much everyone that agreed with our power. it has been like this since then, and we were succeeding in controlling the war until one century ago.”

“oh.” nice way to react, you think. but what would be a great reaction for a narnia x game of thrones crossover of sorts? “i’m… i’m sorry, i guess. i’m not sure how to properly react to all of this, and it’s harder to conceive it as true. and what does it all have to do with me? swear i’m trying not to be a jerk or so, but why are you telling me all of this? why did you come after me?”

seonghwa, once again, has to control a smile creeping in. “because you, y/n, might be the key to saving everything.”

your brain short circuits. “what?” you freeze, wanting to laugh in his face, but the serious and hopeful look he gives you indicates he’s telling the truth. then a detail, a tiny but important detail comes to your mind. “wait- how the fuck do you even know know my name? i haven’t said it to you until now, there’s pretty much no mail you could get that from and most of my friends call me by nicknames, how do you know it?”

despair flashes through his eyes, but it’s only for a second. “well, here's where things start getting… interesting. or complex. i know it might sound crazy but… there’s… you… you’re…”

its the first time he seems uncertain or insecure and maybe even afraid in his speech if you squint, but the next bit that comes out of his mouth makes everything really sound like a big joke.

“i’m afraid there’s no easy way to let you know this, so i’ll have to be straightforward. you’re a living amplifier to any type of supernatural being. this amplifying power is given to a human in earth as a blessing from whatever force that keeps the universe balanced from time to time, but there are always at least a few centuries that part the amplifiers’ births. the last amplifier was a friend, an ally of ours that helped - or rather lead us vampires to our victory and was the sole reason why i and pretty much all of the survivors are still alive. i know your name because it was one of the last words he said before passing after sacrificing so much to guarantee peace amongst supernatural folks. i’m here to ask or rather plead for your help, because although we have more resources and ways of fighting now we’re afraid that it might not be enough for the challenges we might face.”

you blink once. twice. then you sneer.

“you know, i was almost believing you. i’m ashamed to admit it, but it was almost getting to me. but after this i'm afraid i’ll have to call kai and yeonjun and tell them to stop fucking with me every halloween season because this is way off limits. you’re a great actor, though,”, you say, reaching for you phone, “i’m sure you’ll go the distance or so. your costume is very well made too, i have no idea who thought about the eye mechanism but is sure surpr-

he takes your hand with his extremely cold one before you reach your phone.

“please. me and my brothers don’t have much time to deal with your doubts properly, and i’m sorry about that, so i beg of you. it probably sounds way far from your human rationality, but have you never felt anything different? any other type or force or liveliness different from what others feel? have you never seen the way some people thrive when they’re by your side? how they go higher than they probably would if they weren’t close to you? how it’s so easy for your to really connect to the people you love and how pleased they seem to be to love you back? have you ever felt observed? have you never seen that there are beings trying to put their eyes on you all the time, specially in nightmares?”

you head starts to spin. yes. he actually had a point. your presence around people you liked seemed to bring them more joy and great opportunities for some unknown reason, and it has been this way since ever. your childhood nickname was “lucky” due to this; the games and toys were funnier and happier when you were around, even if one of your friends got hurt - it would be fine, after all, right? the foster home you grew up in started to receive more donations after you arrived, and your foster dads were able to house even more children. your presence became a must in problem solvings while you grew up, because, for some reason, the fact that you were there made it all calmer and somehow easier. your friends would get higher grades, nicer positions in the school teams, greater opportunities and happier memories if you were involved or cheering for them; you were a walking lucky charm all over your life. your parents, your foster siblings and the few real friends you have always said the love they feel towards you is different than any type of love they’ve ever experienced. kai and yeonjun even like to joke that you have some type of magic on your blood or something, because they feel that your friendship will undoubtedly last for the rest of your life, no room for doubt.

and the nightmares. they were way more intense and frequent when you were a child. creepy and lone places, destroyed cities, dark alleyways stained with blood, desolated ghost-like faces, cries of help you never knew whom they belonged to. but the worse ones were the ones that had eyes around aware of your every move no matter what you did. they were the ones that offered your nights of sleep no mercy and made you wake up crying hard and shaking up from despair for years. funnily enough, they always seem to happen again frequently each spooky season.

“i-i suppose you’re right in some way, b-but-”

“have you had a time where you painted a lot? maybe when you were a kid?”

that’s what breaks you.

“h-how the fuck do you know this?”

his lips curve up, a sad smile reaching his eyes. “eden, the last amplifier, was a painter. probably one of the best ever seen in the whole world, if i have a say on that. an amplifier born will always have and nurture the last amplifier’s talents for at least some time, specially during their childhood. if you took on his talent, i bet your paintings were astonishing, even more for a child.”

your memories flash in front of your eyes: how many paintings have you made for your parents’ office? how many times did you spend your early sunday mornings painting in order to gift your siblings? how many of these were still with them, in their houses, becoming part of the scenery of their lives until nowadays? and why the fact you abruptly stopped doing them when you were nine or ten had never made sense until now?

“i’m- i’m sorry, but- this must be some type of misunderstanding or bad taste joke, that’s ithe only explanation, that's it-”

“as said before im deeply sorry that we don’t have more time to do this with ease but…”, he huffs, looking down and then to you again, “this is what will have you believing me. i’m really sorry.”

he stares into your eyes for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight seconds straight.

and then it all hits you.

flashes of some of the places you saw in your nightmares, but this time live, in person, because you were there; a giant castle with an art studio, your beloved art studio, where all your creativity flew through the canvases, where life seemed to make more sense. flashes of people you never met; unfamiliar smiles in their faces, but the lingering feeling there’s no physical building that could carry your conception of home more than they could; nights together singing by the moonlight, but also serious conversations and arguing and fighting but always making up because, in the end, they’re your family; war and horrible battles and you standing in all of them offering everything this force inside of you could because things had to end in peace; crying, seeing red and hearing their last words for you. darkness, solitude, happiness, yearning, melancholy, bliss, doubt, joy, frustration, hope, all types of feelings that weren’t and were yours at the same time.

you snap out of it with the feeling of seonghwa’s cold thumbs drying the tears you didn’t realize were streaming down your cheeks.

“i’m sorry this is so unfair to you,” he whispers, “i really wish this could happen naturally, without demanding so much of you and shattering the world you know with such violence as it has always been with the others…”

for a while, you just allow him to hold your face and caress it, too overwhelmed by everything that’s flooding your brain. after what could be some seconds, minutes or even hours, you’re not sure at this point, you move away from his touch and he lets you go, something heavy in his eyes you are not able to decipher due to your state.

“you need time to digest it all, and you’ll have it. i’ll make sure that no nightmares or even visions plague your mind in the next days so you can rest. but i’ll have to come back in a week or two to ask you to come with me and help us if you’re willing to do it. i promise that i’ll answer any of your questions then and that more understanding of what you’re capable of will make it a bit easier. you can share all of this, but be sure to do it only with trusted ones and with as fewer people as possible.”

he gets up and makes the beeline to the door, but comes back and leaves a black business card in the table in front of you, just a single phone number written in red in it.

“if you need anything, do not hesitate to call this number and talk to me. i’ll do anything in my power to help you.”

he opens the door, turning to look at you for one last time. ”we’ll see each other again, y/n.”

seonghwa closes your apartment’s door and in a couple of minutes he’s walking in the street again. he takes his phone, dials a number he knows by heart and waits. the voice that answers him is curious, yet patient.

“hey, are you fine? how did it go?”

he huffs before replying, “as well as you would expect, hongjoong. they didn’t hit me with a broom or tried to shoo away with garlic, but also didn’t believe me until i forced them to see.”

“so you did have to hypnotize them?”

“unfortunately. humans got way too used to believe we’re bedtime stories, specially in this century, so it wasn't something i didn't expect, but i-”

“you’re not entirely comfortable with doing it too, i know. by the way, how did you feel? since it all probably got stronger, was it okay for you?”

seonghwa hesitates for a few seconds. “it was ecstatic, hongjoong. i’m not sure i’m able to fully translate it into words. the more time I spent there and the more I understood about who they are now the more it became hard to let go. this is nothing like anything else that i ever felt, and it’s only the first time i saw them. i feel lost but also as if i had finally found something very important inside me at the same time. i… have no idea of what to do.”

“maybe telling them, if you already didn’t?”

“no way. it was hard enough for them to believe the whole thing, it would be twice as hard if they knew- if i told them things probably would have been even harder. they’ll know when the right time comes.”

“sure, then. it’s your choice. are you already coming back?”

“yeah, i’ll call for the car in some minutes.”

“great. thanks, hwa. i know this was probably tough on you. come home safely.”

seonghwa replies with a hushed see you soon and hangs up. he knows hongjoong just wants to be sure, but they knew each other well enough for hongjoong to presume nothing of the matter would have been said to you by seonghwa.

because how could he? right after stealing the truth you had been living until and shattering it into pieces? it sounded too cruel for him, he felt it in the moment he laid eyes on you today.

time would say when he’d tell you that besides your name, eden also said that the next amplifier would be his soulmate, and that this would allow to change things forever.

©prodsh00ky 2023. no crossposting or translations allowed.

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erikatsu · 9 months

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even when i'm not with you — blade

cw: gn!reader. hurt/some comfort(?). heavily implied depressive episode (reader). i am 100% projecting, idc. reader has hair long enough to play with. unedited. probably ooc blade.

note: i wasn't gonna post this, but i think we can all use the reminder that its okay to not be okay. aka i feel as if im bearing my soul rn LMAO.

BLADE is not a man of many words. he didn't enjoy meaningless small talk or even elaborate conversation. he simply preferred silence, unless you were the one doing the talking. and just as much, he hated it when you were silent. when you weren't going on about your newest interest or current hobbies, he knew something was wrong.

it wasn't like you to not greet him when he got back to hq, to not smile at him when he'd kiss the top of your head in response. silver wolf had mentioned you didn't seem to be your usual self, but he didn't realize how bad it was until he walked into the room you both shared. at first he thought you were sleeping, possibly due to the assignment you and silver wolf had been assigned to with sam while he was on the xianzhou. but when he sat down and leaned in to kiss your cheek, he realized you were awake and that you were just... staring at the wall.

he was worried before, and now he was also filled with guilt. it was not new to him, as you had your bad days– just like he did. he just hated he wasn't around to help you before it progressed into this. blade frowned, kicking off his shoes before laying down beside you. he pulled you into him, tucking you into his chest and holding you tight.

your lower lip quivered at his embrace, your eyes closing upon feeling the burning of tears that were threatening to spill. and as soon as he whispered, "it's okay, i'm here now", you couldn't hold them back. they fell down your cheeks, leaving glistening trails along your skin before they dripped onto his shirt.

at least you weren't numb yet.

you tried to reign in your emotions, but unfortunately he could tell by the way you were breathing that you were crying. he shushed you, pressing his lips against your hair before he played with the ends, "it's okay, let it out. don't keep it in."

but you didn't want to. you were sick of this feeling, and you were sick of getting into your own head. you had no reason to be this sad, or to feel sorry for yourself. yet... that thought could not break the chains that were tied around your ankles– keeping you shackled and nearly drowning within the depths of your own mind. no matter how hard you tried to claw at them, to break them free, you couldn't and that left you feeling even more trapped than when this had first started.

and you didn't even know when it started– that nagging feeling of worthlessness that had spiraled into the mess you were now. you'd pushed it away for so long and now it was coming back to bite you. your sense of time was skewed, your memory was getting weak, and your judgment was beginning to cloud. if something was not right in front of you, it did not exist and that could lead to mishaps just like what happened on the last mission you had been tasked with.

you'd been benched– elio believing that it was what was best until you got better– and that was what sent you over the edge.

you felt like a failure, and that you always would be one. you thought that the others were disappointed in you, when they were only concerned for your well being. that sinking feeling of not being good enough quickly turned into your heart dropping to your belly, completely breaking what little hope you had left. you had let them down, you were so mad at yourself, and you felt so guilty.

alone, all these thoughts bubbled up with your bottled emotions until they finally boiled over and took the lid with it.

you didn't even know how long you'd been holed up in bed. sam was constantly checking in on you, making sure you were taking care of yourself despite how adamant you were that you were fine, that you didn't need a babysitter, and that you could take care of your fucking self. but you couldn't, and that was the reality of it. if not for sam, blade would've been getting you into the shower while he made you something to eat as soon as he got back.

blade. you tried to hide your face against his chest, muffling a choked sob and a jagged inhale. you didn't deserve what little love he had left to give. didn't deserve to be held like this, to hear him humming a soft tune or feel his finger tips lightly tracing over your skin– much like you did with him when the mara flared up if kafka wasn't around. he deserved so much more than someone who was so... broken. he shouldn't have to comfort you when he had it much worse, but he would argue that demons were demons regardless of how they presented themselves.

he deserved someone who could make him feel more whole.

"im sorry," you tried to apologize, finally finding your voice. you hated being so vulnerable, so weak. you couldn't but to feel pathetic, crying over nothing like a child.

you went to sit up, causing him to follow suit. he caught you by the chin, gently turning you towards him so he could wipe away your tears. he shook his head, "don't apologize."

"but–"

he rubbed his thumb along your cheek, even though there was nothing more to wipe away, "there's no need to apologize for this, ever. we all have our own battles, but this does not mean you're losing yours. i will always be here to help, even if i'm not in person. i won't let you go through this alone."

you closed your eyes, more tears escaping before you finally nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. he squeezed you back just as tightly, murmuring in your ear, "always, sweetheart. in this life and the next."

#blade x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #ꔫ erixing

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revasserium · 11 months

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can i rq kags trying to plan how to propose to you,,

bullets cause im lazy today u__u

kageyama proposing to u at the tokyo olympics lets gO:

physically going to bookstores/libraries to do research bc once he heard a story from one of his senpai that a guy ruined his own proposal bc his s/o looked at his internet search history -- so suddenly, you're wondering why he's spending all this time "going to the library" and for a hot sec you wonder if he's cheating but after one (1) quick chat with suga and daichi, they shut that thought down with that promise that it is so, so not that

spends weeks, nay months, pausing at every single jewelry store he passes by; he's late to practice (only by a few minutes!!!) enough times that his coach starts asking questions; his answers are always vague and blushy, that is until hoshiumi lets it slip that he's probably planning on proposing; after which coach suzaku starts to loudly discuss with his assistant coach the various jewelers that he'd used when he'd proposed to his own wife

actually makes a pinterest account bc yachi said that a lot of ppl put their "dream wedding" inspo boards on there, but he was so overwhelmed by the interface and navigation that he immediately deleted his account afterwards

almost has a heart attack when he looks up how much traditional wedding dresses costs and this, everyone, is how he ends up agreeing to being spokesperson for power curry (bc endorsements are so damn lucrative)

gives oikawa a straight up heart attack when he gets a text at ass oclock in the morning of tobio asking him how (HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING) if he were to propose (again, HYPOTHETICALLY), how he'd do it bc... well, oikawa's always been good at flirting and stuff right? right.

let it never be said that kageyama tobio doesn't at least try to do his research

ofc hinata is his sounding board; it's a terrible idea but at least hinata is super! fucking! supportive! and! excited! and sure, kageyama has threatened him within LITERALLY an inch of his life if hinata let it slip and ruined the surprise bc okay, it'd be pretty cool to propose to you the at the fucking tokyo olympics. but what if he japan doesn't win?

and sure he has to call kuroo to pull way too many strings to set it up but... that's what people like right? big sweeping gestures? and if he has to suffer through half an hour of kuroo's teasing, then so be it. he's suffered worse.

but when the time comes, just before he gets up onto the podium (and sure, 2nd place isn't 1st place, but getting a silver medal at the olympics his 2nd year running is still pretty damn amazing!!!), he finds himself strangely breathless -- and he knows that it's just nerves and that somehow it feels bigger than setting up for a service ace against france, bigger than even getting up on that podium to begin with --

he can see you standing courtside, tears already in your eyes, and he hopes that you have no idea (you have no idea, truly); when he looks at you with the barest inkling of a smile, you blink, you pause, your whole body going still. the area around him quiets, the cheers and screaming of the crowd droning out to barely a buzz in the background. the confused faces of the argentinian team nothing more than a blur as kuroo hands him the microphone with a wink

"uhm -- sorry everyone, but uh -- there's just something i'd like to say before i accept my medal... uhm..." he turns to you and you've already got your hands over your mouth, looking bewildered; he chuckles, digging in his pocket and nearly dropping the mic -- scattered laughter, some of the closest fans are already cheering some of his personal fans are crying but who can blame them rly --

"i know it's not the gold medal i promised you but..." he pulls out the ring and gets down on one knee "this is gold, i made sure, and... i was wondering if you'd accept it anyway," and he sounds so sincere, his voice a little stiff but so, so soft, and you're vaulting over the barricades, almost tripping on your mad sprint towards him, nodding and crying and tipping into his arms even before he can stand up properly

"yes, yes, yes -- oh my god, how long were you planning for this?!" and he's laughing and kissing you and shakily slipping the ring onto your finger and kissing you again and the entire stadium is screaming, his teammates are all clapping, the french team is a little miffed at having their moment stolen, but most of them are smiling anyways; he clears his throat and bows to the different representatives all waiting for him to finish before dropping another kiss onto your cheek, "i'll tell you about it later, okay? i've got a medal ceremony to finish."

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spiral-writing-stuff · 7 months

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hi hi! i saw ur requests were open? (sorry if theyre closed)

Can i request a Akutagawa x gender neutral teen reader? (Platonic ofcou) basically reader looks up to Akutagawa and sees him as a older brother figure and akutagawa sees them as a younger sibling :3 can it be angst also? like where one of them is badly hurt and the other is crying and all that jazz

pls and thank you <3

authors note: Don’t worry! If my bio says requests are open then they are! I just take a while to write because there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life, so I’m really sorry this took so long! Im thinking of splitting this into 2-3 parts because I’m still thinking of how to write the rest of the story, I have the plot already in my head but I just need to put it into words. This request is sooo cute big brother akutagawa is just such a great concept:,) Also so sorry if the angst isn’t good lol I’m not very good at writing creative sad stuff! (Please give me feedback!😭) also sorry if it’s too angsty i think I went a little overboard again. I might edit this story later.

Sorry this took so long!

I also couldn’t decide if reader is older or younger than Gin so you guys decide.

I Hope it’s what you wanted!!<3

On a Silver Night

Content/Warnings: angst, gore, blood/injury, abuse/child abuse, death, Dazai being a bastard, lmk if I missed anything

For as long as you can remember, Ryūnosuke was always protecting you and gin, as if you two are the thing he lives for. which you both are at this point He has always tried his hardest to defend you, gin, and the other children from thieves and abusive adults, he didn’t do it to be righteous, nor did he do it to feel better about himself, he just did. At least, that’s what you thought, it was hard deciphering his intent because everything he did, he did with the same, emotionless stare. People would always mention this fact. Even when he was killing, stealing, or when you found some food or someone told a joke, he always had the same blank expression. You thought it was funny sometimes though he never once showed any emotion, that didn’t matter to you, his actions spoke clearer than any words could.

Like when he would sometimes hug you and gin to keep you warm during cold nights, when he found food he would share it with the two of you first. And if anyone dared to threaten or try to hurt any of you they would be dead in an instant by Rashōmon’s sharp fangs. Yes, his facial expressions didn’t matter, he was trying his hardest to keep you and Gin from experiencing the harsh cruelty of the word, but he was still just a boy himself. There wasn’t much a malnourished and frail child could do, yet he persisted, despite how many times he’d fallen. You looked up to him and had a deep respect for him because of this.

Even though it was a horrible situation all of you were living in, you were happy just to be with your older brother, sister and the other children. Among all the other children, You, Gin and Ryūnosuke were the ones you were closest to.

Until that fateful day, when a group of criminals murdered all the other children in cold blood, leaving You and Gin injured, and Ryūnosuke thirsty for blood.

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Gin had helped Akutagawa escape but you three got separated amidst the chaos and confusion, you held Gin’s hand tightly as you two ran and ran until you two were exhausted, collapsing onto the damp, cold ground. The air was foggy and cold, the night dark while the moon illuminated your surroundings with a silver light. After a few minutes of struggling to catch your breath you got up from the dirty ground and remembered only Gin was with you, Ryūnosuke had ran off in search of the criminals who killed your friends. Fear and panic shot through your body, terrified that Ryū was going to get himself killed.

“G-gin! W-we have to find Ryū!” You said to Gin in a rushed shaky voice. She swiftly nodded.

You two began running, this time slower due to how tired you both were. You were heading in the direction of where the shipment was said to be taking place.

“Gin! I think we’re almost there—“ you stopped when you saw a tall man walking in your direction with a shorter person. The shorter person had a black coat draped over his shoulders, the man seemed to be waking directly to you now, a smile on his face.

“Be careful Gin.. s-stand behind me..” you got in front of Gin just in case, until you realized the shorter person was Ryūnosuke, his eyes were slightly puffy and tearful, he had been crying. your heart dropping at the sight. Immediately you throw yourself at Ryū pulling him away from the mysterious man

“Just who are you and what are you doing with my big brother?!” You frantically yell at the man, hiding Ryū and Gin behind you

The man glares at you with boredom in his face, as if this was all nothing to him, but then he started to smirk slightly “Brother? Oh, I knew Akutagawa had a sister but I didn’t know he had another sibling. What’s your name?” He said with a mischievous face, He reached out his hand to seemingly pat your head but you smacked it away immediately, surprising him a bit “you didn’t answer my question-“ you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around “Y/n…cough it’s okay..you don’t have to worry..” Ryū weakly said to you. Your heart ached at the sight of his bloodied and bruised face, looking down you can see he has bloody scratches on his knees, arms and legs, his entire body was hurt.

“Hm? Oh, right! Sorry about that! Where are my manners?” He said rather loudly “My name is Dazai Osamu, I just got promoted to a Mafia Executive today, Which means, I now have the authority to do certain things. like taking anyone as my subordinate, and your brother here has accepted my offer.” Dazai said soft-spoken yet somehow overbearing with a kind smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You were confused by the man’s statement, many thoughts ran through your mind;

“Would Ryūnosuke really agree to join the mafia? Especially join through this guy? How would we be guaranteed safety? What if this is just a trap to exploit Ryū’s ability? What if he kills us?”

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a dangerous, slightly condescending soft voice “you don’t have to worry, if i wanted you dead, I would have done so the second I laid eyes on you.” He said to you, it’s as if he read your mind. He was staring into your eyes as you stared back, his eyes void of any emotion, much like your brother’s, except you found a deep cruelness to them, it terrified you.

“Well, it was just gonna be Akutagawa here and his sister, but I can make arrangements, just for you.” His eyes went back to a neutral state “I promise,” he puts his hand on his chest “that the three of you will be fed, clothed, housed and compensated accordingly, as long as you work under me, no one else in the mafia will dare harm you.” Dazai reached his hand out to you, a sweet smile on his face

“so Y/n, do we have a deal?”

~ ~ ~

To be continued.

Notes: it is 5am as I write this, can you believe I’ve been writing and tweaking this since April 7th??!? And this isn’t even that long. What ADHD does to a mf

Honestly I’m not sure if I should continue this, obviously if more people wanna read it than yeah since I have the story already in my head, just need the motivation. So comment and tell me that you want more!!!

Anyways hope y’all enjoyed. Stay hydrated!

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vvfiya · 10 months

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Injured

Backstory; Y/N (21) is visiting her boyfriend (25) and his father, Joel Miller (51) in his new house for the summer.

CW; Blood, Scars, mentions of alcohol, rubbing alcohol, big age gap, oral sex (f), unprotected p and v, safeword, petnames, shy!reader, aggressive Joel??

10:22 PM; Y/N cannot sleep.

It's late at night. Im sitting downstairs in the kitchen, wondering what I could do to pass time. I grab a glass of water and drink it delicately, waiting for my eyes to just- close.

CRASH

My eyes widen. I gasp for air as the sound makes me choke on my water.

'What the fuck was that!?'

I set the glass down and look over at the front door. It's Joel? He's bruised! Covered in scars and blood.. I jump from my chair and run to the door. Joel is limping as he walks into the house.

"Oh my god! Mr. Miller, what happened!?"

Before Joel could take another step, I grab his arm, putting it over my shoulder. I lead Joel to the kitchen and sit him down on a chair. I start to panic, grabbing the bandages and rubbing alcohol from the pantry up top the oven.

I grab some cotton swabs and generously pour a good amount of alcohol onto it. The slightest bit of touch on a wound made him hiss.

"How did this happen!?" I say, with a worried tone.

Joel nods his head. "Its nothing, you don't need to help me.. I got-"

Joel goes mute as soon as I slowly start to caress his beard, cleaning the bloody scar on his cheek. He sighs and watches me clean his wounds.

I was the same height Joel is sitting on the chair right now. I can feel his eyes on my body. When I wiped the blood off of a scar, he clenched his knuckles, slowly moving towards me and resting his forehead on my chest. My cheeks start to heat up, but I have to focus..

I pour some more alcohol onto the cotton swab and move the silver strands of hair out of his face. Before I could tell him, he moves his head up looking into my eyes with his dark orbs. Joels legs were partly open. I was in between them, just in case I needed to get closer for another wound.

I run a hand through his smooth hair and he closes his eyes exhaling as the cotton swab grazes his wound. The alcohol stings him and he grunts, slamming the table, then clawing at my thighs.

I stifle a moan, hoping he wouldn't hear. His touch felt so strong against me..

I motion Joel, moving his head up again. I move the swab to a scar near his eyebrow. It looked like it was cut really deep.. I click my tongue and whine.

Joel raises his eyebrow, "What?"

"The cut is really deep Mr. Miller! This is going to hurt.."

He sighs and nods his head, reassuring me. I place a hand on the left side of his beard, moving my thumb back and forth slowly caressing it. It'd seem to calm him down. The cotton swab hits his scar and he grunts, gripping onto my thighs much tighter.

The stressful pain makes him groan. His head falls to my stomach. I can feel his hot breath on my body as he strokes my thighs.

"Im sorry Mr. Miller.. but, at least the cuts won't get infected anymore?" I add an awkward laugh.

Joel looks up at me with hooded eyes and muffles a chuckle.

I look at the scar on Joels forehead. My hand moves up to his hair, moving the strands out of the way. I furrow my brows, massaging his hair without even noticing it myself.

Joel closes his eyes. I notice what I'm doing and flick my hand away.

"Im-Im sorry. That was highly inap-"

"No. No, it felt nice." Joel cuts me off and grabs my hand, placing it on his head.

His head moves down to my thighs, resting it there. I let out a pleasing sigh as he runs a hand up the back of my thigh. Joel lets out a small chuckle as he gets closer and closer to that one spot.

"You want this don't you?" Joel asks.

My eyes widen and I blush, "W-What..?"

Joel clicks his tongue, "I heard your mumbled little moans, I know you want me to touch you."

Before I could say anything else, I whine feeling a hot pair of lips pressed against the inside of my thigh.

"Can I touch you, sweetheart?" Joel asks.

I nod my head yes and he smirks, bringing my body closer to him. He places his head under my shirt, licking and kissing at my lower stomach as he moves his hand closer and closer to where I need him.

I giggle at the feeling of his small kisses on my stomach. His fingers hit my clit, and I gasp moving my hands back onto his head. Joel smiles against my stomach as his fingers slowly move back and forth. I moan, the knot in my stomach starting to unlace.

"Joel-Joel! please.." I beg.

"Please what honey? What do you need me to do?" Joel asks.

"Does this pretty little pussy need to be licked? Just look at it, begging to be eaten out by me.." Joel shakes his head, frowning at my reaction.

"You poor thing.. I'll make it up to you."

In the snap of a finger, Joel ripped my panties off and dipped his head into my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue against my clit.

“This is-mhm-this is wrong.. I- I’m dating your son!” I cried out but I wasn’t even listening to myself. I knew I wanted this bad. Joel Miller had me stuck.

“Sweetheart, I’ve watched you. I’ve felt your emotions, your pain. I know what you feel when he comes home late at night, the smell of perfume and pussy lingering on him.” Joel says.

Joel moves his head deeper in, licking much more aggressively than before. I whimper as my eyes roll back into my skull. Joel flicks his tongue causing my legs to tremble around him. He laughs into my pussy, vibrations going up my spine. I let out countless whimpers and cries.

I scream out as my orgasm takes over my body. Joel kept licking at my clit, getting more and more aggressive. I can feel the pressure rising upon me. Joel stuck his tongue deep down in my pussy making my back arch. I gasp, trying to push him away.

I lightly hit his head, but he wouldn’t budge. I was slowly starting to see stars as my next orgasm was letting out. I scream out Joel’s name, begging him to stop. As soon as my hand lands on his head, he grips my wrist and stands up. My cum dripped from his mouth wetting his beard.

“You’re such a good girl.. just a moaning mess, begging for me to fuck your brains out.” Joel says.

I suck in my breath before he tightens the grip on my wrist and turns me around, pushing me against the table.

“I’m going to get behind you, and you are going to take my cock like the good girl your are.. got it?” Joel demands.

I shake under his touch, “Yes sir.”

Joel snickers, “‘Yes sir’ You do too much to me Y/N..”

My stomach hits the cold marble. I gasp as Joel’s hands slither down to my thighs.

Joel moves his head down to my ear, “I need you to let me know when it hurts. I can’t hurt you, so you are going to slap the table two times, letting me know you need to rest. Got it?”

I nod my head, “Y-Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” Joel says, smiling.

Joel slowly starts to remove his pants, then his boxers. I was turned around so I couldn’t see, but I could feel what was coming..

I could feel the tip of Joel’s dick on my entrance, teasing me.

“Thank you for healing me honey. Here’s your reward.” Joel says.

He slowly presses my body down on his dick. I roll my eyes back, his length filling me by the second. He lightly moves his dick around, making sure I’m doing okay. As soon as I was ready, he smirks and thrust deep inside of me. His hand covers my mouth, mumbling my moans and cries.

“Come on now sweetheart.. you can take it, I know you can.” Joel grunts into my ear.

I could feel his other hand claw at my thighs as his thrust get faster and faster. My back arches, the pleasure too much. I keep one hand on the table and one hands on his hair, gripping onto it tightly.

Joel hits a part of me that sends me over the edge. I gasp and arch my back harder. My head falls back onto his shoulder. His head dips into my neck as he rubs my clit with his free hand. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer.

“No one makes you feel as good as I do. Give me it honey, cum for me.” Joel mumbles into my neck.

I cum onto his cock, but he just keeps going. He scrunches his face up and starts to move a little slower. I could hear his grunts getting louder by the minute.

“I’m gonna cum.. cum with me.” Joel says.

I widen my eyes wondering if I was even able to move anymore. His fingers move at a dangerous speed, hitting my clit and thrusting deeper. I tighten my grip on his hair as he keeps his head in my neck.

“Mr Miller, I’m- I’m cumming..” I yell out.

“I am too. Let it go sweetheart, cum with me.” Joel replies.

I cum the same time Joel does. My eyes roll back as I groan, begging for air. Joel’s seed shot deep in me as he makes me his.

“Good girl, very good girl.” Joel smiles.

He turns me around, kissing me. My eyes widen but I feel his hands graze my thigh. I smile and kiss him back, placing a hand on his beard. I let go of the kiss and Joel just looks at me with a big smile.

“Thank you for healing me, doctor.” Joel says.

I laugh and move a gray strand of hair out of his face. “No problem, Mr. Miller.”

ITS SO LATE LMAOAOAO anyway. This was my first ever smut I was like lowkey drunk while writing most of this so sorry for the bad grammar and bad like everything…… but like hope you guys enjoyed!! Remember to smash that like button or whatever.

FOLLOW MY TIKTOKK; @vvfiya ❤️

#joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel miller smut #smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x y/n #innocent reader

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sunseed-leaf · 10 days

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art dump timeee

lots of pokemon stuff i hope you like it :) this is a looooooooooong post

Originally these were just design mashups, at least, that was the plan for my "redesigns"... but it really made me realize how little they change Red throughout the generations. hence why he looks VERY similar to his canon design, i just added some things i guess. for Blue i could go absolutely ham with things i wanted in his design since there's so much to choose from. the fang idea comes from my friend. also, these are pretty much used for an AU based off of the RG project romhack by @shima-draws (i hope tagging is okay aaa) bc i played it with my friend and we really liked it and it converted him into a pokemon fan and namelessshipper :) In the end we made our own AU based off of it because other characters got thrown into it. we're continuing the timeline in soul silver :p

Here's a design for Leaf, she's Red's sister in my headcanon, i again went for the design mashup thing so that's why she looks like a mashup of Green and Leaf. i don't have much to say here....

Then there's some designs i can't show but it's for the reason that they are just human + trainer versions of sonic exes (not joking, i wish i was. my friend dragged them into our mini-roleplays, only two and they were Red's traveling companions and later Kris's too.)

Then here's a redesign inspired by other Daisy designs. dunno why but i just wanted her to be pink....

Eepy...

even more eepies....

then i made some silly redesigns/design mashups for Ash and Gary

And drew Red and Blue in alola. married dudes -w- Just in general my headcanon is that Red collects keychains, he probably has boxes worth of keychains and puts different ones on his bag every day, he even did this as a child he just didn't stop even into adulthood. Still a kid at heart with his silly keychains more headcanon rambles: Blue hates the cold but loves the warmth and Red loves the cold and hates the warmth. please put him into a freezer he can't handle the heat of alola- also yeah i know i messed up the number on Red's shirt, i learned how to draw 96 after this, i promise

And now we get to Pokemon Soul Crystal,,, which is just pokemon soul silver but with a patch that makes Lyra into Kris lol

Here she is!! i tried incorporating some bits from Lyra and her comfy outfit is based off of Gold i swear i love Kris's design in canon, the hair is a lil funky tho so i made the pigtails a bit shorter and poofier

then we got Silver here... again not much change, i love his design, i just wanted to add some moon details bc why not

I'll batch these together! here's some redesigns for the OG trio for Soul Crystal

Blue is supposed to look like he's been crying (sorry Blue :C) Red just makes me think of pokepastas im sorry, once he gets off mt. silver he'll get a haircut. Leaf is just. i dunno, i don't really know how to characterize her... she cares a lot about people but she's kinda bitchy about it. tough love i guess.. I think after soul crystal is over i'll get working on an continuation of that that isn't tied to a game where she gets more of an important role so i can work on her character. Blue is wearing lots of reds/warmer tones cause why not and Red is supposed to wear lots of blues/colder tones to give a little bit of a connection i guess.

Now, here's the final drawing before i show shitpost stuff, this was drawn with a drawing tablet rather than a mouse like usual

lines are a little funky but i like how this looks, i just need a bit more practice, i'm rusty on drawing with a pen

and now, shitpost:

i love Cinder the Typhlosion,,,, he's so cute

i know this is at the top of the post but i wanna put this here again and credit the idea for this: here.

that's all, goob bye i'll go back into hibernation

#pokemon #blue oak #leaf pokemon #red pokemon #redesigns #namelessshipping #daisy oak #ash ketchum #gary oak #silver pokemon #kris pokemon #trace pokemon

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bishopknifetrickmp3 · 7 months

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any fic recs?

hi anon i am so so sorry for answering this so late, ive been putting it off and keep forgetting about it whoopsss but i hope it's not too late to rec some fic still...so let's gooooo

please noted that until this year, i hadn't read any peterick fic since 2017 so there's a lot im probably missing but im gonna try and recommend some newer fic (to me at least lol) here;

The High Way to Hell Series by @holytrohmanempire - ok this series is not new and everyone probably already read it BUT it's still ongoing and it's epically long and so so damn good, like fall out boy meet supernatural but better, the band dynamic is amazing, the characterization is on point, the episodic format is delightful, AND the peterick slowburn and the payoff in infinity on high installment is wonderful, i would need a whole new post to rave about this fic so i will stop now

Crooked Love - oh man i am OBSESSED with this fic ive been saying this for months, it's just a perfect disastrous romcom, it's funny, it's got my anxiety rising, it's hot, it's romantic, it's featuring finance bro patrick being a human dumpster fire, i love it to death. the author also write other amazing fics, id recommend silver screen dream, between the sheets, and i've forgiven jesus (the last two were co-written and ive forgiven jesus was pretty damn harrowing, but oh so fucking GOOD)

The Difference Between Real Love and the Love On TV - aka instant classic 21st century modern american literature, put this on your bookshelves now

thought i felt you before - now you're closer - the one where patrick is an actual medium and there's hiatus and trying to get your best friend back via asking him to talk to your dead grandfather, it's great and it's gonna rip your heart out a bit but in a very healing way i promise

And I Lived So Much Life - THE ultimate star-crossed lovers, scar-crossed lovers fic of all time, of course they'd be twin skeletons fated for thousand years 25 lives itd only be fair for me to chase you across hundreds thousands lifetime until i find the one in which you return to me OF COURSE

I Don't Want You To Go Yet - kinda summer fling au, the writing is seriously beautiful and the way the author built up their heartbreak is soooooo good

assortment of various incredible au: Here Come This Rising Tide (the robin hood au, SO SO GOOD), Hell or High Water (crazily good pirate au, the author, the_chaotic_panda wrote so many incredible stories please do scroll through their works and enjoy), Superposition (will give you an existential crisis, highly recommend)

i also have raved about older peterick fic under my fic rec tag and for some rec for livejournal era fic, do check out peterick rec list and dropbox made by the incredible @justtothesea i really think it's the most comprehensive list of (older) peterick fic we have, anyway enjoy reading!

#anon #fic rec #peterick #this is like two months late lol im so sorry anon

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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Hello! I love your blog ♥️

May I get a fluff scenario for Chrollo please?

Thank youuu

🥝| yes!! here's chrollo x a sleepy s/o<33

thank you all so much for 1k!!! im absolutely thrilled and so grateful for all of your support and patience<33 i will continue writing the best i can for you guys, i love u all so muchh<3333

"Y/N. How much sleep did you get last night?"

You snapped your head back up abruptly upon realizing that you were falling asleep again. Blinking hard to fight off sleep, you turned to Chrollo, trying to look as alert as possible.

"I'm awake."

"Sure you are. Stop avoiding the question." His tone was low and probing as Chrollo reached towards your face, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Rubbing at your eyes, you hurriedly replied, "I got enough."

Chrollo's silver eyes narrowed as he observed you, scrutinizing your face for lies. Slightly embarrassed, you curtly turned and faced forward to hide your sleepy expression from Chrollo, your eyes heavy and drooping.

He chuckled lightly and faced forward as well; you could see a knowing smile on his lips from your peripheral vision. "I hope you know you aren't fooling anyone. You spend too much time working for that wretched Hunter Association, love- they're running you ragged and it's unhealthy. Especially with that Dark Continent expedition approaching..."

"Mmhm..."

The rest of Chrollo's words were lost on you as your vision began to darken again and your head began to fall, you fading in and out of consciousness as your continuous lack of sleep began to catch up to you. But you were startled out of your slumber when you felt a hand on your chin lift your head upward.

"You're falling asleep on me, love."

"Oh... am I?"

"Yeah."

Again, you blinked hard to clear the spots from your vision, shaking your head from side to side. Your whole body felt sluggish and heavy, and sleep was growing more difficult to fight off. "I'm sorry. Really... 'm not that tired...still have work to do-"

"Not that tired? You can barely speak. I'm not letting you touch your computer until you can hold a proper conversation with me for more than ten minutes without drifting off," Chrollo stated firmly, releasing your chin and taking your limp hand. "Come on, darling, get up- I'm taking you to bed."

"But-"

"No. You're getting some sleep whether you like it or not."

While your mind was adamantly against the idea, your body was too tired to resist, and in the back of your brain you knew sleep was definitely something you needed. Your eyes were bloodshot and ached from not having been closed in such a long time, and you had to blink hard every two seconds to keep your vision from going wonky. Limply, you allowed Chrollo to take your hand and lead you to your bedroom, where he promptly lifted you up and laid you on the bed, tossing the blankets over your body and propping a pillow under your lolling head.

"There. I want you to lie down for a while- and don't get back up until you've slept at least until- five o'clock. It's ten p.m. now. However, I would prefer if you slept for longer. Just don't force yourself up if you're still tired."

"But what will you do?" you wanted to know, eyes beginning to flutter shut as the warmth and comfort of the bed lulled you to sleep.

"I have some business affairs to attend to." It was then you noticed Chrollo was in a suit, a bandage tied around his forehead and dark hair falling in front of his face.

"This late?"

"I'm afraid so. But, of course, I'm always available if you need me." Chrollo smoothed out his clothing before leaning down and planting planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well- and don't even think about getting back up once I leave." He made his way towards the door, stopping in the doorway to smile sincerely at you. "I'll be back as soon as possible, alright?"

Chrollo's words fell on deaf ears. You'd already fallen asleep, your soft breathing the only sound in the dimly lit bedroom. Chrollo sighed good-naturedly as he stepped out and shut the door as quietly as he could.

"Sweet dreams, my love."

#chrollo x reader #reader x chrollo #chrollo x you #you x chrollo #chrollo lucilfer headcanons #chrollo lucilfer x reader #chrollo x reader smut #chrollo x reader fluff #chrollo headcanons #phantom troupe headcanons #genei ryodan #hxh headcanons #hxh fic #hxh fluff

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z0-ne · 2 years

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Troubled (Abridged! Future! Trunks x Nonbinary! Reader!

(TOLD FROM (Y/N) and Trunks's POV)

'Hello. My name is (Y/N)'

"My name is Trunks.'

'and this...is our story.'

'For the first half, we were babies, so certain things may be a little....inaccurate.'

As people surrounded a body lying flat and lifeless on the ground, frantic footsteps could be heard over the sound of one loud wailing child (T:Hey-) and worrisome mumbling could be heard from every corner of the room.

Son Goku perished in his own house, as you could have guessed.

As a result of a heart condition. Out of all the things that could've done it he died that way. A damn heart attack

'Y/N-'

'Hush, I'm gonna keep going.'

"What happened, Mom?!"

"Your dad is gone! For good!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Trunks decided to repeat what he heard because he could hear distant screaming in the distance.

"Dad dead! Dad dead!"

'I was told those were my first words'

"Son of a Bitch!"

Vegeta screamed in disappointment, either because his son's first words reminded him that his father was dead or because Goku was dead. It was most likely the second one.

"Son of a bitch!"

'and those were my second..'

'Seeing what happens afterwards, your first words were a terrible choice.'

"But he just got back fro, his training, after being on namek, after getting back from his training, AFTER being DEAD!"

'Bye son'

A faint voice called out but soon faded away.

'And with the death of goku his freinds and family were left to mourn...For approximately six months'

'Wait why didn't they wish him back before the androids or at least wish piccolo immortal? '

'I..I don't know?'

'Either way, the warriors who were left all got their asses handed to them- I mean were mercilessly killed in a battle despite krillns sorry attempts at flirting. Including one of my dads. Homophobic Dicks.'

'After that things went bad, and it left the fate of the earth with little hope.

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'Over the next thirteen years the android would spend time destroying small town fter small town eventually working their way up. Maybe thats why we reacted the way we did, but (Y/N) and I spent a lot more time together.'

'And welcome back folks too TJ and the wombat! Wombat! WOMBAT! 'me so horny!' Starting today off wih our hour with sports: The college Battleball Association has had to disband ENTiRELY'

'As most of the and associate colleges have been destroyed by the Cyborgs.'

'Ahahahhahahaha, WIPEOUT!'

'They dealt with things with....dark humor'

'Speaking of which! In Cyborg news..'

'As we currently speak, Paprikaburg is under siege by the mechanical threat!'

'But on the brighter side!- wombats getting married!'

'That's right! Unfortuantly, my beloved fiance resides in Paprikaburg..and is probably most certainly dying as we speak!'

'But -- silver lining- Im single again!'

'holy hay!'

Bulma, a middle aged woman with long blue hair kept in a messy braid, blue eyes and fair skin reached over and shut off the radio, no longer wanting to hear it. Sitting beside her was two children but only one belonged to her.

A young boy, he wore a white shirt with blue long sleeves and the Capsule Corporation title on the chest along with grey sweatpants and blue boots.

He haf blue eyes, and hair colored lavender that is soft and straight that parts from the top of his head to frame both sides of his face reaching his ears with two loose strands over his forehead but the wind blew it our of proportion.

Another child named (Y/N) sat beside him, they were Trunks's age and wore a black tank top underneath an orange sweater with a white belt wrapped around the lower part of their waist along with grey leggings and dark brown combat boots.

They had (E/C) eyes, and (colored) hair that was combed/braided/brushed into a bun. (IF YOU HAVE NO HAIR OR SHORT HAIR) They didn't have to worry about hair/ They brushed through their (Colored) hair into some style.

There was a nice breeze in the air and the ride from the store in general was a nice distraction from recent events.

That was until Trunks said something to ruin it.

"Mom? Do you believe in destiny"

"Im a scientest so no."

"Paprikabrug is only 30 miles from here! If we hurry we could save someone!"

"hm." (Y/N) disagreed

The car came to a sudden stop, making the once calming drive come to a stop due to Trunks's stupid yet wishful thinking.

"Or you could die like your father and get Y/N killed too."

"Why do you say that everytime I wanna go fight them?"

"Because YOU are 13, Im 37, YOU somehow manage to drag them into everything and Im all alone."

'My mother had been thirty seven for ten years'

"No means no end of discus-''

Just as she ended the conversation trunks flew off and you watched.

"Oh! No! Just, just fly away! That's fine!

He flew off and you stood up, hovering above air and conteplating how stupid this was, but the simple fact that Trunks didn't think things through like always was enough for you to want to drag him back by his hear, so you ended up following him.

"Don't worry Miss Brief, I'll drag him back if I have to."

"Not you too!"

You dashed forward and quickly caught up to him not hearing bulma call after you two.

"God...bless them."

(Y/N) quickly caught up to him, and he looked back with wide eyes as if he was shocked to see they followed him, and they glared in response much to his dismey.

"Hey! You actually came, I was a little worried about going by myself so I'm glad you-"

"I'm here to drag you back if shit hits the fan, which I know it will. Wanna know why?!"

"Because we're thirteen?"

"BECAUSE WE'RE THIRTEEN!"

'We weren't sure if we could do anything at all....but we had to atleast try to stop their chaos.'

"The innocent people-"

"Tell me trunks, what the hell are you gonna do against the androids when you can't even hold your own long enough against ME, and everytime you lose you get all teary and whine about getting stronger knowing damn well it's not gonna happen because you don't even know how to properly fight?! we don't even know how to do ki balst like gohan!"

"Wha- bu- YOU do?! Plus that thing was years ago!"

"Oh yeah A year ago is enough time for us to learn how to fight like sayains to defeat androids and for YOU to stop whining like a little bit-"

The two came to a sudden stop, and so did their "arguing" right below them was a city that was in absolute rubble. Buildings collasped, rubble everywhere.

'But we were too late'

"Damnit! We're too late!"

The two lowered their bodies and planted their feet onto the ground and right below one of them sat a single doll, and you both got a closer look at it. Trunks kneeled down and picked up the doll, staring at it and then tightening his grip around the toy which probably belong to some dead kid. (Y/N) looked around the area.

'But...as we walked the ruins of the demolished city..'

Suddenly as trunks was trying not to cry, the two of you looked around and there he stood. A slightly older man known as son gohan, a tall, stern, and muscular man who wore an orange Gi.

'A Sexy Hero appereard!'

'A sexy hero appereard!-- Damnit (Y/N)!-'

'Ahem. A Hero appereard! The hero of our time: Gohan!'

'And face-to-face with him all I could say was..'

"GohantheykeepdestroyingcitiesandIdon'tknowhowtostopthemandeverybody's de-he-head!"

'I believe it was profound'

("Gohan they keep destroying cities and I don't know how to stop them and everybody's de-he-head!")

All Trunks managed to choke out was some slurred words that were covered with tears and a whiney voice, in response to that (Y/N) closed their eyes and took a deep breath before letting out the most dissapointed sigh in history.

"I-..damnit Trunks."

The two children and gohan flew back to capsle corp, and walked through the door once they landed.

Trunks, who was still in tears and stiffling back cries lead them upstairs with the help of (Y/N) where there was a table and some chairs, so everyone could sit down but gohan stood there looking out the window and (y/n) stared at him for a while, and took in the silence and enjoyed the peaceful moment.

Before Trunks ruined it....again.

(Y/N) Liked the boy a lot, but they wished he would shut the HFIL up sometimes, and this time was one of them. Regardless they still handed him a peice of tissue to wipe his tears away with.

"You remember a time before this gohan..what was it like?"

There was another short moment of silence until gohan took a deep breath and recollected his thoughts before answering.

"Welp, when I was a toddler, my Uncle kidnapped me, and then Mr. Piccolo killed him and my Dad. Then *Mr. Piccolo* Kidnapped me, the sayins showed up, killed a bunch of people -- Including Mr. Piccolo...Then we went to Namek, a bunch more people died, we came back, then my Dad died *again* then all my friends died, and now everyone else is dying."

'But somehow he survied all along, and his life sounds really shitty so far..'

"But...It was better right?"

(Y/N) slowly turned Their head over to face him, questioning if what they heard was actually real and they weren't imagining things.

"Trunks what the fu-''

"....No"

Gohan inturrupted and trunks stood up from the table, and (Y/N) sat still at the table and watched them conversate hoping this time Trunks wouldn't drag them into his shit.

"Well (Y/N) and I can help you! We're half sayins! Just like you!"

Nevermind. (Y/N) stood up and walked beside trunks with their arms crossed over their chest.

"I've got two Mr. Piccolo"

Gohan whispered under his breath causing both (Y/N) and Trunks to look at hime as if he was insane, which he probably was, after all he's been through he might have a few screws loose.

"What?"

The two kids said in unison and gohan began to walk over to them and place a hand ontop their heads.

"I said from now on, you two shall be my pupils..and you will call me Mr.Gohan!"

"Oh! OK.--"

(Y/N) stepped on Trunks's foot to catch him off guard, and that it did, because tears started rolling again but since he was already crying it seemed like he was just getting emotinal again. They stepped over and smiled at gohan before asking him a question.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Mr. Gohan?"

"Mr. Gohan would!"

Soon the door opened and the three of you heard keys jingling and the rustling of what sounded like grocery bags, and then the sound of bulmas shoes trailed through the house.

"Trunks, (Y/N)? Are you guys home? You know Their dad is gonna kill me if they're dead. Should I change my dating profile from 'Single Mother' to just 'Single'? Because one gets more hits--"

Bulma headed up the stairs, so Trunks quickly dried his tears and (Y/N) sat infront of him as they both acted like they were reading the entire time instead of talking about training to fight man-slaughtering andriods.

"Oh. Gohan, long time no see!"

"Bulma."

"so Gohan, You staying the night? we got plenty of room here but, you know..no extra beds, so..."

The three of you looked over to see where she was headed.

"We'll have to share..."

"I'm good''

"well, worth a shot. Who's hungry?"

As bulma walked into the kitchen gohan followed her like a lost puppy simply because she had food.

"I am"

As (Y/N) started to follow Gohan Trunks stopped them dead in their tracks by grabbing their left wrist, and they turned around to face him.

"What was that for?!" Trunks whispered/yelled at (Y/N) while they stood their confused until it hit them, he was tallking about stomping down on his foot earlier when he was about to talk to Gohan.

"Oh you mean kicking you? Because *I* wanted to ask Mr. Gohan to dinner."

"Wha- WHY!? It's not like it's a date or anything!"

"It is if I pretend you aren't there"

"But- Why him?- What about me?!"

"Hey trunks, I like you. you're cute and all, but gohan is just...Wow.."

"What does wow mean- I can be Wow too!"

"...*Can* you?..... Really?"

"Yes! I can!"

"*Look* I'll give you chance if Gohan ever *Dies*."

Trunks stared at them for a minute before he let go of his wrist and watched as they left, and bawled his hands into fist as he looked down at his feet and mummbled to himself.

"But- He's so much older- and *I'm* around them more! That's stupid! Their crush is stupid! I'm gonna show them I can be wow too. whatever that means!"

"TRUNKS COME ON!"

"Coming!"

'We were determinerd for....different reasons'

'...yeah...kinda should've worded some things better tho'

"You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get produce nowadays, but luckily we have our own greenhouse."

Bulma sat the final plate infront of gohan as she finished her sentence, and gohan immediatly picked up the bowl. (Y/N) sat across fromhim and stared with dreamy eyes. Trunks sat at the end looking down at his food and sometimes taking glances at (Y/N).

"can't talk eating

The two half-sayins and (Y/N) sat around a oval-shaped wooden table with food surrounding them, Gohan dug in and ate fast. He was a little messy and fast, getting rice on the table ajndbut it wasn't that disturbing. what was disturbing was how he still looked so attractive.

"Oh you are just like your father!"

suddenly Gohans vaccum like eating came to an end and glanced at bulma almost as if she just said something that triggered something.

"In what reguard?

"Well your strong and brave and look at you n that gi."

"It was the *Only* thing he left me.''

"aww that's sweet"

'Over the next few weeks, Gohan would begin training us, focusing on making us super saiyan like him."

"His meathods were..."

Gohan dashed forward while (Y/N) came from the right and trunks charged directly, Trunks delivered the first blow and gohan vanished into thin air by the time they came to back him up he was already behind trunks.

"Watch out!"

"Huh?!"

"DODGE"

With little to no effor he sent the kids both flying into the water after delivering a hard kick to Trunks's chin and caused him to fall back taking (Y/N) with him. They both fell into the water and struggled in the waves.

"HELP US MR.GOHAN!"

"HELP MR.GOHAN!"

(Y/N) gripped onto Trunks's shirt and tried to steady the two of them so neither would sink.

"FLY UP!"

"The whirlpool'd too strong we can't swim!"

"*I said* FLY. UP."

"Maybe...I can build a raft!"

Gohan let out a fustrated groan from the lack of understanding with what he said. What was so hard about flying up? was he this hard to train when was younger?

"Wait...didn't he say something about flying?"

Either way no matter what they said trunks was too busy thrashing around and crying for gohan to help to really pay (Y/N) any attention so they linkedd their arms underneath trunks's arms and began to fly up to the nearest surface and sat him down as you landed.

Trunks was coughing violently while you patted his back, and a crab came out his mouth? How is he still alive?either way (Y/N) didn't notice gohan Approaching with towels because they were trying to help steady Trunks's breathing. That was until..y'know he tapped their shoulder and trunks stopped coughing. He handed them a towel and then he handed one over to Trunks

"Here. Clean yourself up"

"Oh- Mr.Gohan..Thank you-"

Trunks glanced over at (Y/N) as they stuttered out some words and then Gohan who nodded in their direction before they took a seat beside Trunks who was still looking at Gohan and so was (Y/N).

"Y'know, if you two think im rough you two should've trained with Mr.Piccolo"

"You really looked up to him didn't you?"

(Y/N) and Trunks said in unison and gohan sat between the two since there was a gap.

"Yeah he was like the father I never had.'

"Y'know speaking of dads, mom never talks about mine...You knew him right? What was he like?"

Gohan looked in the distance as if he was remembering something and it left the three in a few seconds of silence, and Trunks watched (Y/N) looking down at their own shoes as if they were lsot in thought, so he snuck his hand over theirs.

"Not now."

"Yep. Got it."

Suddenly Gohan spoke up and all attention was on him too see what his answer was.

".....He had a lot to prove" Which meant in so many words that vegeata was a d!ck. They'd find that out in the future.

"Gohan never talked much about his family. Apperently his mother and Grandfather lived alone in the woods"

"Hey (Y/N)?"

"yeah?"

"What do you do when you're *not* here? I mean theres gotta be a reason why you're stronger than me right?"

There was some silence as (Y/N) had flashback's and the laughter of an evil being named Popo came to their mind as they stared at the ground for a minute leaving Trunks waiting for an answer which he probably wasn't gonna ever get.

"(Y/N)?"

"First rule of Popo's training never talk about Popo's training.."

"Huh"

"Bye."

"Wait- what about-"

Just before he could say anything you flew away and he followed.

"Gohan would continue pushing us harder and harder, day and night, to become a Super Saiyan"

Trunks and (Y/N) pushed and pushed , trying to find the power to become a Super Saiyan but it wasn't really working.

They got close, powering up and their ki's locked and formed a sort of flame around the two while their hair raised (Or not) but then they lost it and the flame went out. Their hair fell back down and so did they, the twokids crashed down to their knees and took deep breaths wondering if they'd ever transform into Super Saiyan.

"The next day the Cyborgs would attack super world"

Three people flew in the sky scanning for the androids wondering if they were really out this time, well one was? Until they all spotted them and hovered over to just witness the mess they made instead of doing something about it in advance.

"Y'know when you can fly these rides don't seem all that fun"

"Well, if you're already bored, why not try taking a ride on my fist?"

"*Wow*... You, uh, want a minute to rephrase that there, cheif?"

"Nope! I'd rather take that minute to kick your ass!"

"Okay now see, that's better"

"Now, (Y/N) and Trunks, I want you two to just sit back and spectate! Unless they team up on me, in which case - jump in."

"I can't help but feel like we're woefully unprepared for this."

"Yeah maybe we should've taken more time"

"That's *exactly what we prepared for!"

The three of them got into a fighting stance despite how unsure they all were, it was highly possible that one was gonna loose and bets were on the guy who brought two kids to the fight, but regardless they all started to take on seperate targets without really paying attention to morals. Nor the fact that this could end up with everyone dead and humanity was *really* fucked.

'This would be our first real battle, and We've never seen anyone fight so fiercely!'

'Or got our asses kicked so badly.'

'Later- Gohan had always told his stories about fights in the past...but those had a lot more screaming and posturing, eh'

"Heh...Ma-"

"Whatever you're gonna say, don't. "

Gohan and 17 did fight fiercely it was nearly an even number of blows being shared amongst the two instead of one being comepletely destroyed. Yet. Eventually gphan gained the upperhand android 18 bitch slapped him into a building so now his chances were very slim when it came to winning.

"Damn, he's pissed today!" "You think its his time of the month?'

"Ha! Ah it's funny cause you're a chick!"

"Gohan!"

Soon enough the two Cyborgs teamed up on him, each taking a hit after the other sen him their way. It was bad.

"Stop it!"

So the two kids stepped in and were soon blasted away by 18, luckily they caught themselves and went to higher ground to fight 18. Unfortuantly this now means that the two kids were left to fight the *other* android which (despite there being two vs one) seemed to be a little more...unfair when it comes to strength.

"I can't believe you brought kids to a battle! Super irresponsible."

"She wasn't wrong"

"We're not afraid of you! We can take care of you ourselves!"

"I, However, was."

In a few seconds, the cyborg punched (Y/N) away and punched trunks in the nose, holding him up by his sweater while (Y/N) hit a pole. Trunks was lifted by his shirt to see 18 and she smirked down at him.

"Now what do you think?"

"You hit like a girl!"

"Well...you're not wrong."

"Trunks!"

18 lifted her left hand and formed a ki blast luckily (Y/N) regained enough consiousness and dashed forward to kick the cyborg away and grab Trunks, after securring their arms underneath his they tried to fly away and get some distance in time, but she still managed to graze their back with a ki blast.

It would've been deadly up close but lucky for them, they managed to gain some distance and it only burnt up their back. Despite the amount of distance they had and the little damage they took they still lost consiousness and fell to the ground as they faded in and out all while still keeping a hold on trunks.

"TRUNKS, (Y/N)!"

Gohan caught the two of them and ran to find cover while the cyborgs continued to blow things up.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

"No you don't!"

The two androids threw ki blast at the

"Hey mom?"

"what is it Trun..OH, MY GOD!"

"What do you know about reattaching arms? That we couldn't find?"

"Oh, sweetie."

Luckily bulma was able to fix Gohan, well everything but y'know..his arm because it was gone.

They set Gohan's things to the side and then returned to his side with trunks and pateintly watched to make sure he was actually breathing.

He was.

"So...have you learned anything today?"

"The only good Cyborg is a dead Cyborg?" "..You really are your fathers son.."

You questioned what his father was like after that but regardless it didn't matter right now.

Luckily bulma was able to fix Gohan, well everything but y'know..his arm because it was gone.

They set Gohan's things to the side and then returned to his side with trunks and pateintly watched to make sure he was actually breathing.

He was.

"So...have you learned anything today?"

After putting his things to the side and stabilizing his body, Bulma waited to see if trunks would answer her question

He turned to her and did just that.

"The only good Cyborg is a dead Cyborg?"

"..You really are your fathers son.."

You questioned what his father was like after that but regardless it didn't matter right now. _______ 'Now stronger and more motivated than ever, we were back to training as soon as Gohan was able again'

The two children struggled as they stressed their bodies to achieve such a difficult form.

'Though we think he was still a little...sore..'

Their energy formed around them, and merged simultaneously as they continued to struggle with the transformation.

"Come on, you two! Just imagine losing someone or something close to you! Like your arm! Cause trust me, that really friggin sucks!"

Once again they were nearly there, but as soon as they changed the movement of the wind they quickly fell to their knees.

Trunks threw up last night's dinner, and you fell to your knees holding in your own possible puke, and eventually got a headache from it.

"Alright, take five."

'Unfortunately, we didn't transform in time...' ________ Now sitting in the middle of nowhere ontop of some random rock You three found around the deserted area.

It was just all three of you laying or sitting there either talking or watching the clouds in the sky and reminiscing.

"So, Gohan- d you usually hang out in wastelands?"

"What do you mean? This is where I live."

You looked around the place and wondered what he was surviving off of while he were there. It could've been the lizards.

"Oh- uh it's nice!"

Maybe he went back to his mom's house every now and them to get food? The androids managed to be what killed the dinosaurs so he wasn't getting any meat from them.

"I think you guys are really close, you know. You just need something to push you over the edge..."

"Well you always told us to use the pain of loss, but I've never lost anyone."

Looking over to you as you sat him, trunks mightve wondered just why you hadn't turned to super sayain considering you lost a father.

"What about you?"

Unbeknownst to him, you hardly knew him enough to be that upset that he was dead.

Afterall he died when you were four, and you saw him arguing with your father most of the time over sending you out there or not.

"I only know my father from what my dad told me about him. I haven't seen him in years."

You spoke so highly of him, but it was because he wasn't gonna send you out there in the first place until things got rough.

He's the reason why you ended up nearly living with popo had it not been for them sending you to go visit bulma.

Looking away from you as if he was ashamed that he even thought to ask that question and you just shrugged it off.

"Well, for me it was my greatest source of anger. I just think about losing killing or Mr.Piccolo--"

"Or your dad?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. And then it just builds up inside me until finally...it explodes."

Suddenly, a giant explosion from a nearby city was set off, catching all of you of guard and snatching your attention.

"Uh yeah, like that only figuratively"

The three of you immediately jumped up and got ready to go down there and try to stop the cyborgs again.

"The cyborgs! Mister Gohan we have to go!"

Trunks insisted while gohan turned super sayain. It was like he was about to leave the two of you behind in that very moment.

"No, we all know neither of you are ready."

This time you stepped up and defended Trunks's actions instead of going with what Gohan said for once.

"If we don't go you'll be left to fight them all alone! We saw what they did to you at the carnival but now you'll only be fighting with one arm! You have to let us help you!"

You insisted as he looked down at you and then back at Trunks who had one last thing to say before Gohan would retaliate.

"Yeah! You only have one arm! What can you do with one arm?!"

Suddenly, he relaxed ever so slightly, and turned to face Trunks it was like he was about to change his mind and let you guys go.

"You know what, yiu guys are right. What can I do with only one arm?"

"Thank you Mister Gohan! We will not let you down!"

Everything went a little too well, and soon you'd both find out why.

A swift hit to the back of the neck for Trunks first, and he fell to the ground, out cold and leaving you in a slight shock.

That didn't last long, because the next person he went after was you, and yet another swift chop to the back of your neck left you out cold.

"That..I can do that with one arm." _______ (I didn't wanna write out the fight, so just enjoy the video until the sad part comes around!) ______ Suddenly, when the two of you woke up and finally stood despite the struggle that came with being knocked unconscious.

You both saw the smoke coming from the city, and your hearts dropped to your stomachs you shared a single glance with eachother before dashing off to make sure your nightmares hadn't come true.

As the rain poured from the sky and wet the area surrounding it, you squinted through it and kept searching for anything that would give you a sign that he was alive.

"(Y/N)! Come quick!"

Flying over as soon as you heard Trunks's voice you hoped in your heart that what you were thinking was just put of control paranoia, but when you stopped by his side and saw what he saw you realized it was all true.

You two sat there in the air, completely shocked before you made the first move to grab his hand and squeeze, and he squeezed back bringing you back into this horrible reality.

It was Trunks who moved first this time, and you who followed in making your way to the body of your friend and mentor.

You both sat by his side and you reached for his hand only to feel it was completely cold to the touch, not an ounce of warmth left.

The world went silent for the both of you, as Trunks screamed to the top of his lungs, and you felt your entire body burn with both rage and grief.

You hunched over his body as you sobbed, and those sobs turned into screaming. Screamjng until your throat hurt and continuing on long after that.

Your hearts felt like they were burning, and your muscles were so tensed you poured blood from your fist when you left go of gohan and bawled them.

Neither of you knew how long you sat there and just cried, but after such a loss you both found a new hatred for the androids.

New strength was found as well. _________ One year later (Pause here for the sake of not losing track of the video)

"So..(Y/N) remember when you said about..uh..giving me a cha-"

"Trunks!"

"What-"

"Too soon!"

"I'm sorry."

(Unpause) ______ THREE YEARS LATER _____

"All right mom, we've got the rest of the supplies for the time machine. Too bad grandpa's not here to help you."

Setting the boxes down where they needed to be placed, you watched as they talked about Trunks's grandfather.

"Yeah. Unfortunately he's still off searing the cosmos for new namek."

Regardless of how odd that sounded. You wondered how long he's been alive and how he even managed to live so long.

"So until your grandfather returns-- just me."

Just when she finished speaking, there was an emergency broadcast from the radio in her work station.

"Hello, this is an emergency broadcast from Cuminopolis!"

You both walked over to hear just what they were talking about a little clearer then you could from the other side of the room.

"They Cyborgs are attacking! And rhey are sparing no one! No one is safe-"

It then went out, and silence followed. Those people were all dead by now from what you could deduct from that last sentence.

Still, you glanced and saw trunks looking at you as if waiting for confirmation to say something about this situation.

You looked back at the radio, and despite this being a bad decision you would make sure to let him know that it would be his last that you agreed on.

"Thats close to here."

"Trunks I know what you're thinking but let me finish the time machin-"

"We don't have *time* for that!"

"That's what the machine is for!"

"Listen! We're stronger now! We're super sayains!"

You heard screaming in the distance, and it definitely didn't sound like anyone you've ever heard before.

"So was gohan! And look how that went!"

"Oh, so now you're just replacing dad with *Gohan*?"

"Trust me I *tried*!"

That last sentence had you both stuck for a bit, but it wasn't like you didn't take notice the very first time you all saw it.

When she invited him over for one, but it still didn't make the situation any less awkward to acknowledge.

"We're going now."

"Be safe.''

So you just reached for his arm and started to drag him out the place as bumla went back to the Time Machine. ___

'And so, armed with the sword given to me by tapion....which is a whole...other story...'

'Which doesn't make sense since we could've just let him run loose on the androids and helped him after.'

'We raced off to fight the androids.. one last time..' ______

"So we done here?"

"Yep! No more people left to kill here."

Just as they walked away from the city they left in ruins, the two of you showed up to take them on and hopefully put an end to this.

"Why don't you try us?"

But that was wishful thinking.

As one of them turned to face the two of you looking a little suprised by Trunks's statement, her brother pointed out the flaw in it.

"Wait did you just ask us to kill you and your little buddy there?"

"N-no, a-as in 'fight me'"

"Do we even know the two of you?"

"Yes! You murdered our mentor!"

You decided to get right to fighting the one with dark hair while Trunks played catch-up with the blond one in the jacket.

"Oh wait, hold on... I don't care."

It was a somewhat even fight, but even you could tell that he was still a lot stronger than you were and gohan probably gave him more of a fight.

Still you flew circles around him and cut him off up until he started catching on to your movements and you were neck and neck with him.

"So uh hey, your little boyfriend over there is cheatin on you with pavement."

"Hope you can be close with it too!"

You answered his Sparky remark with a swift kick to his neck and knocked him through a rock and flat into the pavement.

Unfortunately, you got distracted when you looked to your side and saw trunks blast a ki blast in the blond ones direction.

"Hey doesn't he kinda remind you of, you know who?"

"Yeah, I see the resemblance, but unlike good ol' righty, he's still got both arms."

You turned to see the one with black hair had disappeared from where yiu threw him and got on defense again.

"Do not let your guard down!"

It was like they ignored you completely, and fought the one who was on a disadvantage by being on the ground and distracted.

"Yeah...but not for long."

Just as she said that, You saw the man with black hair coming right for you after you turned around to save your behind.

Unfortunately Trunks wasn't as lucky, and got knocked right through the building she popped out of and caught your attention.

"Damnit Trunks!"

You yelled as you tried to keep up with the new found pace despite losing your train of focus due to the multiple distractions.

One good kick and he was down again, but just as you tried to blast him away the blonde on came up from behind and used that same move all over again.

Except this way she blasted you straight downwards, and the black haired one was waiting for you just to punch you in the stomach.

You felt sick as you coughed blood and fell to your knees, only to be kicked far from him and right through a building.

"Hey sis! Make sure you blast that building while your at it!"

She did just that, and left the whole building in complete rubble, but she only hit the room right below you to send it all crashing.

They must've thought you died after that, because they didn't come back to finish you off or even check it.

"Hey sunshine, cough if you're still alive."

He had his foot underneath Trunks's chin and just like he asked Trunks let out some painful coughs after his attempt to gasp for air.

"Good boy."

You were out of it. Your back burnt like fire hit it and you felt like you would puke your intestines out on the ground.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"The question isn't "why?" , kid. It's "why not?"

"I mean who's gonna stop us?"

"Not those guys seventeen years ago."

"Not ol One-Arm"

"And certainly not you"

They purposefully teased him until he got up and started to punch at them weakly. Hardly having any strength to pronounce words let alone stand and punch things.

"You..you!"

He missed every swing, and even when he manged to hit them it was just those weak little punches that you'd get from an infant.

"You evil bunch of jerks, I'll kick your god damn..."

They laughed and mocked him as he punch them square in the face and spilled those pitiful words out to them

"This is hilarious!"

"You killed my master! My friend!"

"Now it's sad"

"WHY! WHY! WHY!"

"And now it's annoying again."

Suddenly, she moved out of the way and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying in the air and meeting him half way only to knock him back down.

Just as he crashed, his hair turned Lilac again and he nearly lost complete consiousness due to all the pain his body was put through.

"Wait a sec, this kid look familiar to you sis?"

"Yeah! He was at the amusement park with stumpy!"

Stomping on the top of his head and twisted his shoe on a new possible wound, they mocked the both of you.

"Oh look at you, a little survivor. Too bad your little pals can't say the same, but how about we fix that."

Suddenly, the blonde one got in the way of the blast and called dibs on killing him last minute. She took the hit.

"Sis get outta the wa-!"

The near nuclear explosion should've killed yiu both, but from what you knew they couldn't sense the two of you.

"Did you just friggin' *blast* me?!"

"You stepped in front of it what is wrong with you?!"

"NO-NO- TH-THAT'S IT! We're leaving!"

"Oh come on sis! Get back here!"

They also probably can't see in smoke so as long as you snuck to grab Trunks you both could leave to bulmas before anything else happened.

' I still have no idea how we survived'

'I got blasted three times that fight. I don't know how I managed to drag you to bulma.' _______ "Trunks sweetie? You waking up?"

He was in a hospital room covered in bandages and hooked up to a heart monitor that you assumed his mother made.

You entered the room just as he was opening his eyes and peaked from behind his mom to see if he was really waking up soon.

"Mom? Am I alive? How long was I out?"

Leaning over the railings of the bed, bulma smiled, definitely relieved that both of you ended up alive in this.

"Well, I finished the Time Machine."

"Oh...is that long?"

"Yeah.. so now you've got two options."

"One option really."

"They have a point! So you can take a swing at the androids again."

Grunting in pain from the mere memory of that last interaction with the androids, you knew that answer meant hell no.

"Or you can use the time machine and go save goku! (Y/N) already gave me an answer, we were just waiting for you."

Looking up at the ceiling lights, and after a few seconds of weighing his chances again.Trunks reluctantly answered.

"I wanna save goku."

He mumbled so low that even you couldn't hear it so you tilted your head at his response.

"*Trunks*"

"I wanna save goku!" _______ 'After recovering for a few months, we were finally ready.'

It was spring by now and things felt a little better. After all those months things finally started looking up as you guys prepared to get into the machine.

"Awe my jacket looks so good on you! All the girls in the past are gonna love it!"

Trunks's face flushed a bit after she said that, and you smiled and pat his shoulder, catching him off guard.

You wore your fathers old sword around your waist inside of over your shoulders because the strap couldn't be completely saved.

You also wore his logo on the back of your shirt, and wore his belt around your waist. A way of paying your respects.

"Oh look at you! You look amazing in your fathers stuff! I'm sure he'd he proud if he could see you now!"

"Thanks bulma.."

Looking over at Trunks you saw his face flush and he looked at the time machine as if he was searching for a distraction.

"I can't wait to meet histories greatest hero!"

"Oh yeah...Goku might not be exactly how you think, so do temper your expectations."

You didn't exactly question what she meant by that but you were happy that you got to meet your own father and get to now more about him now.

You'd even get a chance to finally find out just which you came from and how you even had sayain blood in you.

"And dad! I finally get to meet dad!"

"Oh shit you do."

"Huh?"

"I mean, just be yourself sweetie, everything will work out!"

"Good luck with meeting your father too (Y/N) he's gonna love you"

You both nodded and smiled before hoping onto the ship and waving goodbye, hoping that the future would be changeable.

"By now, next time you see us.. this'll be a cyborg-free world!"

"Unless this actually operates on multiverse theory in which case-"

Even if it wasn't, at least when you guys come back you could fix it yourself and just kill the androids by then.

You both waved good bye one more time before you closed the window and punched in the time the two of you would be traveling back to.

"Can't hear ya mom time traveling!"

"By sweetie!" _______ "And multiverse theory it is. Shit." ______

#trunks x reader #trunks briefs #future trunks #dragon ball z #dragon ball z x reader #x nonbinary reader #x reader #x y/n #source: dragon ball z abridged

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mymarifae · 3 months

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hi !!! same person who sent the (presumably) last anon about hsr

sorry for rambling again but none of my friends have gotten to penacony yet and i need to talk about it

also i really like your thought about how march 7th might've chose to have her memories taken !!! i hadn't really considered that it was her choice, and to me it makes the fact that she's recording everything so she has something if it happens again all the more heartbreaking. like she's recording everything so she can at least have something from her past but she chose to do it herself :(((

tbh i didn't and still don't have much speculation, only a few half-baked sentences that i've thrown out, including that maybe she and firefly are maybee connecting in some way? im kind of just throwing things at the wall and hoping it sticks but i think firefly mentioned something about an ice cabin and i was just like "!!! something about march 7th??" also with the fact that disguised sparkle called her march, but that also might've just been a hint to it being not-sampo

i know it's probably unlikely but if firefly and march are connected i would love to see how they go about it

after doing black swan's companion mission and learning a bit more about how she operates as a memokeeper, i feel even more strongly about the idea that it was march's decision to have her memories sealed away. Tbh

it's just like... black swan showed she has no qualms about briefly manipulating people's memories to her advantage, but she always straightens them out after she takes her leave. she seems super reluctant to permanently alter and even capture/record memories without explicit permission. there's still a lot about the garden we don't know, so she may be an outlier - but i doubt it? since she holds such a high position and has gained so much of fuli's favor

so unless march was some sort of tyrant like tizocic and her memories had to be forcibly sealed away for the good of the universe (WHICH I? DOUBT????) i'm pretty sure the garden is just following through on something she asked them to do in her past life. otherwise they would have relented in Some Way. at least

now your idea of firefly being connected to march's past is interesting! i got your ask correcting yourself about the icy medical cabin thing but there issssss their similar eye colors to consider

like that feels decently significant. in some way. hoyoverse same face is a plague but they don't repeat unique design motifs like this unless it's on purpose. also, i'm 85% sure the sampo that mistakenly called firefly march 7th was the real sampo! idk if you had done black swan's companion mission when you sent this, but the real sampo was on penacony too. and he was working with sparkle for a bit, so... idk i just don't think sparkle disguised herself as him until That cutscene. like i don't think she's ever been to belobog so she wouldn't have been able to dream about natasha's office. and whatnot

sooooo that's something too! although like. it is sampo we're talking about. i don't think he was paying much attention to march's appearance but the physical similarities between the two are there. it's not as immediately noticeable and eyebrow-raising as, say, bronya and silver wolf (BTW WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT? GOD. actually i think it may be a nod to hi3 and the 500 versions [?] of bronyas in that game and that's why it was never elaborated on. but HELP) but like. they're THERE. so. much to consider........

#i will answer your other ask about what i think happened to firefly in a second. :)#i don't really know how things will start to unfold if firefly and march are connected but it's def not a bad theory!#there is a possibility!!!!!!!!!!#mailbox

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fairycosmos · 1 year

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today is the birthday of my elementary school best friend and it breaks my heart how i still remember it even if we haven't been in contact for the past 15 years </3 like i still remember the books she made me read and the music i made her discover and now we're two completely different people who have been apart for a whole lifetime 😭 i know she will be in my heart forever and i hope sometimes she thinks about me as well </3

its so so sweet that you remember. she was lucky to have you around. there really is no pain like that of falling out of touch with a childhood best friend like im so serious......mine is in like at least half of my dreams even though i don't often consciously think of her anymore. so i totally get it. it's really cool that we got to have these beautiful connections but yeah the grief is absolutely real and endless, and im really sorry you're going through it. it's crazy how much people shape each other, even decades later, but at least that means her influence is still around you to some extent. even if it's not the same as it was way back then. i hope you guys are able to reconnect some time, but i know that that probably feels really unlikely right now because life gets in the way so much. it's a really painful thing to have to come to terms with and im still not used to it, but i did want to offer you some understanding. im sure she absolutely does think about you. things you said or did that you've probably long since forgotten about likely still pop up in her mind and make her smile. i think that's the silver lining of it all, or at least i hope. sending a hug. X

#anon

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levmada · 2 years

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Afab Levi who’s always been masc presenting. It was one of the first lessons that Kenny had taught him: how to hold a knife, how to pickpocket, how to be a boy. Lessons often beaten into his little body.

Levi didn’t really get it at first. He’d always been his momma’s little girl, her princess. He understood once he got a bit older. The underground was a cruel place for women, young girls included. It was safer to be a boy, to be a man.

He’d worried about it as he got older. That his body would betray him as puberty struck, hips widening and breasts growing. They didn’t though, the lack of sunlight and severe malnutrition had prevented that. Even as he got more successful as a thug and food got more plentiful, the signs of his femininity were often scarce.

Levi didn’t do sex or relationships anyways, never really had any interest, so it didn’t really matter how he was perceived. He told Farlan and Isabel, though. They were the only people he really trusted down there.

It wasn’t until Levi reached the surface, until he met you, that he really felt comfortable in his own skin. Her own skin. It was an adjustment, some mannerisms she’d never really shake. She’d never be her mothers little princess again, but she’d try to be yours.

(I had this whole thought in the shower and had to send it! I’m sorry if it’s too much 🙈🙈)

EE tay thank god for that shower bc i fucking love what i wrote here. i hope u like it. the beginning is my favorite

(im using the plot of ACWNR from the manga btw)

summary: Three glimpses into Levi’s search for self-love—Levi, who was born a woman and forced to present as a man.

content/warnings: fem!Reader, Levi dressing as a pretty princess ok, kid!Levi and Kenny, injury recovery, descriptions of blood, romantic tension (Farlan and Levi), two moments of physical abuse towards a child (hitting), trying on clothes, fingering (f!receiving), subby Levi

wc: ~5.6k

Levi’s hand shook madly, the silver clippers Kenny put in her hand not even an inch shy of her thick head of black hair. It’s a rat’s nest, lying in thick shaggy strands down her upper back, which she knows is bad, but at least she clipped her bangs back with clothespins so she could see.

My raven, Mama used to say. In the picture-books she read to Levi, Mama showed her things called birds, and that’s why. They were black, like her hair, but theirs shined. Hers was dull. Hurt to brush.

“Are you hurryin’ the fuck up in there or what, kid?”

Kenny's voice is a boom, even all the way through the old bathroom door through to the kitchen, where Levi has learned people are supposed to eat. She has only lived in one room before.

Her eyes shut instinctively at the sound, the trembling clippers stopped in midair. Mama never, ever cut her hair short, but Kenny says that’s what’s going to have to happen if she doesn’t want to end up like her.

The door swings open, causing Levi to suck in a gasp and spin around towards him fast. Since she started eating a lot more, she’s been faster in general, like she wasn’t properly awake before.

Kenny isn’t all dressed up for once. A clean shirt is still tucked into his pants with knives and guns and shivs and such on his belt, but no coat. His hat is clutched in his hand, down by his hip.

He sighs, long and heavy, and plants his other hand on his hip too. “What the hell have you been up to all this time? Starin’ at yourself?”

“No,” she replies defensively, brow pinched.

“Ah. I see. You like lookin’ like a sewer rat, is that right?”

Kenny kicks the door open with his boot, making it thwack the drywall. “What the hell’s your problem, Levi?”

She starts to shiver even though she doesn't feel cold, and turns back. The sink is so rusty it’s turned red and brown near the bottom, so it’s all dirty-looking. She rubs at the stiff stains in the metal, but nothing comes up.

“Well? Speak up.”

“...I’ll mess it up,” Levi grumbles softly. “I never done it before.”

Kenny smacks his gnarled hand down on that dirty metal, making her stiffen, and stares down with a certain look. Mama never gave her that look when she was unhappy with Levi, but the men did.

Her eyes go like saucers.

“Tough shit. Your mama’s not ever gonna do your hair again, and you’re gonna have to do somethin’ about that.”

She sucks in a breath, and starts to whimper. “Not your way! I’m not a fuckin’ boy!” she cries.

“Not my way?” His eyes turn hard. “You take your scrawny ass out in those streets all by yourself, and see how long you last.”

“Fuck off.”

Kenny laughs at her. “You’re pathetic.”

“Not a boy,” she snarls.

“That’s too fuckin’ bad, Shorty. ‘Cause y'are one now.”

“I’ll mess! It! Up! Asshole!” Levi screams, leaning up on her toes to get up in Kenny’s face, which was more like his middle.

Kenny’s face is like a solid flat stone, except chipped and dirty. His face reminds Levi of the pillars that hold the roof of the Underground up.

Her bottom lip trembling, she throws the clippers down with a shout and furiously wipes her wet eyes. Kenny says she can’t cry because then people will know her weaknesses, but so many tears cramp inside her chest all the time since Mama died (“Your mother’s dead,” Kenny told her, that one time with a kind voice.) that she can’t help it.

Kenny makes another face. “Quit the waterworks, you brat. It’s just some hair.”

Levi shakes her head. Her attempts to obey result in these fluttery, wet gasping noises that Levi knows are ugly and would make Kenny angry with her, but she can’t be strong, no matter how hard she tries.

Then a big hand wraps itself around her upper arm, and Levi shouts. She kicks at his knees as hard as she can, but that doesn’t affect Kenny any. He sits her on top of the sink so she’s more level with his face, but still not really.

She peers up at Kenny’s glaring face, teeth grinding, but still tearful. No one Levi has met has ever been as tall as he is; he’s like those giants people talk about sometimes.

“You’re bustin’ my balls here, Levi.” He sighs roughly. “Fine. Stay there.”

Kenny’s grip on Levi’s arm vanishes. Near the corner, he swipes the clippers off the blackened floor, which is supposed to be wood. His big boots scrape dust and glass.

Levi does as he ordered, staring down at her lap. She’s not much used to wearing pants (or a tunic this nice). The other women like her Mama used to play dress-up with her, they said like a ‘princess’.

She misses Moira’s shiny makeup. Dust in all some different colors that even glittered. Black pencils that made her eyes look totally blue instead of grey.

Glass cracks under Kenny’s boots as he steps toward her again. “I’m serious, kid. Some hair is nothin’ worth cryin’ over; this’ll make it easier for you not to die.”

Marta, who said she was from Above—Levi talked to her a lot because Mama and her were best friends. She said Levi’s eyes were like the sky when the sun was going down.

She also explained that the sun is warm, and too bright to even look at. Levi wonders what the sky looks like when the sun is all the way up.

“Brat,” Kenny barks, smacking the side of her head. “Are you deaf? Look at me.”

Cringing, she grunts and rights herself again. Kenny is so strong, that even when he doesn’t mean to, he hits hard.

She looks up at Kenny, in his eyes. It’s easy with his hair slicked back like that. Maybe having that wouldn’t be so bad.

“I’m gonna make a deal with you. I’ll cut it for you this one time, so you can get some kinda idea of how you want it. And I mean that.” Kenny holds up one long finger. “You remember the first thing I taught you?”

Levi deadpans. Kenny is always teaching. She isn’t stupid. “My word is my bond.”

“Uh-huh. So you get what I’m saying?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What’d you say?” Kenny holds his hand up to his ear. “Couldn’t hear ya, kid.”

Levi knows Kenny heard her. She straightens up like a rod, and says it like she means it: “I fuckin’ got it!”

“Good.” Kenny casually tosses the two clothespins that she used to pin her bangs back to the floor, and replaces them with bobbypins.

“Hey, don’t gimme that sad doggy look,” he says. “Those worked fine, but these’re better.”

Levi grunts softly. She’ll do that from now on, then.

Then Kenny sighs, short and rough while Levi is in the middle of knuckling the sink so she won’t be jerked around.

“What?” Levi mumbles.

“I’m not wastin’ money takin’ you to any shitty barber. That said, I’m no barber, either.

“If you hate how it turns out after…” Kenny parts the clipper’s shiny blades, looking pensive. “…I’ll let you wear my hat for the day.”

Levi’s eyes widen into dinnerplates.

“But you’re on your own after that. Find some way to style it.”

She bites her lip. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Kenny parts her hair into sections, split with more bobby-pins. “This shit’s desperate for a cut. You can’t go around lookin’ like a slob, Midget. No one’ll take you seriously.”

Midget?

“I’m not a midget, and I know. I’m not deaf,” she grumbles. Kenny tells her that most of all, how important being respected is.

“Nah, you are. Now sit still.”

“Asshole.”

He ignores her, and so it begins: one snip, then two, then six, seven, eight. The whole idea as far as her bangs go is to make it so she can see better. She doesn’t have any choice in that.

“Well?” Kenny is asking from her side. “Use that mouth a’ yours. Whaddya want?”

Her lips press. She can’t think of anything specific. “...I want it to be a raven.”

“Raven?” Kenny laughs in her face. “What kinda hair is that?”

Levi shrugs, glaring down at the black strands littering the floor, and screws her nose up. She’s thankful she has proper shoes now. “That’s what Mama used to say I am.”

A scoff sounds over the snipping.

“…I guess it doesn’t mean nothin’.”

“Anything. Talk right. People’ll look down on you if you sound like an idiot.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“You better not’ve used that shit mouth around your mother. A proper lady like her never woulda spoke that way.”

Levi feels angry heat twist her twist. “Duh... That’s how you talk.”

Kenny barks a giant laugh. “Great, then. Ya learned it from me! Most people are babies, brat. Talk some shit, and you’ll get a lot more heads turning than some ‘educated’ noble pigs.”

“Got it.”

“And don’t apologize for some shit that doesn't matter. You fuck up, you fix your mistake and move on.”

“Got it.”

More raven is pushed behind Levi’s skinny shoulders, gets chopped, then lands, tickling her hand. She shakes the pieces off.

“You’re not a bad kid, Shorty. Just stupid. Good thing ol’ Kenny the Ripper’s here to show you up from down, huh?” he laughs.

Levi doesn’t know what to say to that, so she seals her lips and just doesn’t say sorry again. She’ll get smart, then. She’ll learn everything, and hit hard without trying, just like him.

Kenny’s rough voice again breaks through the snipping once he’s done with the back of Levi’s head. It’s weird, just feeling air there.

She feels it. It’s shaved down to peach fuzz, actually, until she reaches up a little more. It’s like a blanket.

“Look, kid.”

She looks up at Kenny’s grizzled face. For once, he looks serious.

“You knew your mother better than I did, so—”

She frowns. “I thought you were friends.”

“Hey.” He shoves her head down. “Don’t interrupt while the teacher’s fuckin’ teaching.”

Kenny glides the blade up and over Levi’s ear, shaving more raven way down. “I could’ve been a better friend. You be good to your friends, Levi, or the wrong ones’ll come up and kill ya one day. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I don’t know half a shit about what she coulda meant by ‘raven’,” he muses. “That’s gonna have to be up to you. So you take that stupid raven and run with it, alright?”

His eyes pierce Levi’s. “Got it?”

Levi has never seen a raven in real life, but she knows what Mama meant by it. Black hair. Maybe short: pictures of ravens have short hair. Clean, so it shines.

She gathers her wits again and looks Kenny back in the eye.

“Got it.”

“Walls, Levi.” Farlan’s anger is betrayed by the urgency thick in his voice. “Work with me here!”

Bracing his middle—where bright wet red has soaked his shirt in one sweeping, solid arc—climbing up the steps to the hideout, plus shoving Farlan away all at the same time isn’t working out. His mind rocks, high and hazy, inside his skull.

“Asshole just got lucky,” Levi grunts, giving Farlan another weak push.

“You’re so full of it.”

“Tch.”

They toddle up more stairs, Farlan’s arm like personal handcuffs around his waist.

If Levi really wanted to knock him away, he could. Just, the crazed look in Farlan’s (bruising) eye is something he’s never seen on him. He isn’t about to be in some real trouble, but if he can’t get Farlan to believe that, convincing Isabel will be impossible.

She didn’t join them this time. Fact is, she’s still new, still a little brat, and probably still sleeping off that cold—another one.

No matter how often she comes down with the sniffles, it never fails to make Levi jittery, like he has a hundred tasks to get done without knowing what any of them are. Hence the random “shopping trip”.

Asshole just got lucky.

Now clear of the top step, Levi shakes Farlan away, for real this time, and gets support from his own two feet. He wavers a little as he jabs the key in the lock, breathing labored, but doesn’t fall. To Farlan’s credit, Levi has lost some blood, but nothing vital was scraped.

“Take care of the girl,” Levi says under his breath. “Fucks sakes, Farlan. You’re a nervous wreck.”

“She’s asleep.”

“Yeah.” Levi calmly opens the door. “But she hasn’t eaten dinner, now has she? Feed her.”

Farlan actually growls. He steps in behind Levi and slams his hand down on the door, banging it against the wall.

Sneering, Levi whirls around and glares daggers at him. He doesn’t have the energy to lecture him for denting their wall.

Farlan looks more serious than he has since Levi has known him, which is saying something.

“You’ve never gotten hit this bad, Lev’.”

“Exactly. Which is why you shouldn’t be treating this like it’s the end of the world.”

Farlan ignores him, and brushes past him into the pristine kitchen in search of first-aid.

“And why? You never told me that part.”

Levi did. He glowers in the mouth of the kitchen, his fingers tacky with blood. “She’s sick, idiot.”

“I remember the things I was up to at her age, and I bet you do too. People like us’re fighters. We aren’t helpless,” Farlan goes on ranting. “Izzy included.”

Levi joins him in fishing in the cabinets for that little white box. “I’m on my death bed, or like you say, and you plan to tell me another story about your old gang?”

“That’s not my point.”

Levi huffs, and winces with his neck craned up. Only Farlan would’ve put it up that high.

“Hey,” Levi grunts, and nods towards it.

Farlan grabs it for him, but before he can do anything else, Levi snatches it out of his hand, and retreats to the dining table for a place to sit.

He sighs like the weight of the world is being exhaled through his nose. “...Sorry about the wall, Levi.”

“Worry about it later.”

Levi plants himself in a seat, biting on a wince. Pulling his hand back from his belly, he huffs. Red. Strings of blood are even clotted dark, dark maroon—proof that they spent too much time arguing about the blood at all.

Farlan plants a hand on his hip. “But look: Isabel isn’t a little kid. She says so all the time.”

“Little kids will say all sorts of shit,” Levi corrects him, unwrapping gauze. “Kids are dumb. That’s why we’re here.”

Farlan scoffs. “The outcome of that really depends on the teacher.”

Teeth grit, winds some coarse gauze around his hand and presses down through his shirt-turned-blood-rag. “Just be glad she’s got someone. Women have it a lot worse down here than men, and they get a lot worse things done to them, too. Don’t tell me—”

Barefeet stomp down the hallway. Isabel appears in the doorway and aggressively stamps one foot down. “I can hear you screaming all the way from my bed, you guys! What’s the big idea!?“

Levi’s eyes harden for a different reason as he moves to cover his middle. The girl still has sleep crud in her eyes, for fucksakes. The sight of him as he is now isn’t a pretty sight to wake up to.

“Glad you asked, Izz,” Farlan says conversationally.

Levi shoots the most fatal glare at the side of Farlan’s head that he can manage. “You shut up, Farlan, if you still want use of your arms five seconds from now.”

Not only is this slip-up not a big deal, but they don’t know who Levi really is, or is pretending to be.

Levi has mastered the art of mimicking a man without question: lowering his voice like a man’s, talking like a man, and dressing so nothing would show—especially when his body started changing.

Seeing how the lucky hit from the “pharmacist”’s (he’s more of a smuggler from the Surface than anything) hired muscle nicked his chest wraps, he’s a little surprised Farlan hasn’t already noticed. Without them, he still doesn’t show much, but still.

Farlan, it turns out, doesn’t need to say a word for Isabel to come stomping into the kitchen. She gets one look at Levi, then does a double take.

Levi sighs, bites back a cringe. “Brat, go back to bed. I’m fine.”

Her eyes grow into the size of dinnerplates at the sight of him. Blood has oozed between his fingers and drips down into his lap.

She’s smart enough to know she won’t get a straight answer out of Levi.

“Farlan.” She whirls around towards him, fists tight by her sides. “Who got bro!? Is he gonna be okay?”

Suddenly, Farlan is on Levi’s side in all this. “He's gonna be fine, Izzy.”

“No! That's not good enough! Where did you two even go?”

That cold of hers seems to have worn itself out on its own, at least. More medicine for next time, then.

While Isabel rants to Farlan, who is doing his damndest to get one word in, Levi presses thick, folded gauze firmer against his belly, through his shirt. Maybe taking it off isn’t necessary.

He holds his breath as fire tears through the injury, causing the world to once again wobble.

Dammit. It’ll take more fight than Levi has left in him to shoo them somewhere away. Isabel is in hysterics.

“You shoulda told me!” Isabel is screaming through tears up at Farlan (she’s even a little shorter than Levi). “I coulda helped!”

Farlan gapes. “You were passed out, sick.”

“That doesn't matter!”

“What’s exactly the point of getting you medicine if you go out with us and die anyway?”

“But you’d both be there! You wouldn’t—"

“Both of you!” Levi cuts in. “Either shut up or take your fight somewhere else. I’m busy.”

Their own little argument bubble pops. Isabel steps to Levi like Farlan just disappeared into thin air, and yanks the first-aid kit towards her.

“You're gonna need more gauze than that,” she whines. “Levi, you're really hurt.”

Farlan agrees. “Look, you were right. Isabel’s okay, so it’s your turn now. Could you take off your shirt so we can have a look?"

Levi protectively clutches the collar of his shirt and considers Isabel's grabby hands.

Nudity is no concern. He has given Isabel plenty of baths in the past (in order to teach her how to clean up properly), and rushing water in the Underground is just a fairytale; only a few first-rate brothels can afford private bathrooms.

It’s not entirely because of his pride, either. It’s the other thing.

Then, Isabel whimpers. Her eyes are two green fishbowls full of tears. “Don’t do this, bro. Let us help.”

She’s right. The longer he goes on without properly stopping the blood, it will grow serious. No choice, it seems.

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose with his clean hand, sighs. “Farlan, gauze. Izz, c’mere.”

Farlan does as Levi asks—though not without muttering, “Finally, you see reason,” under his breath—and so does Isabel.

She crouches down and immediately goes about working the hem of Levi’s shirt free of his waistband. The cotton is plastered to his skin where the injury is deepest, winding up to the right of his navel; his body has clotted some of the blood already.

Before she can slowly peel it past his belly, Levi’s hand lands around her wrist. “Hey, stop for a second. You’re about to learn something about me that’s gonna surprise you. I’m warning you.”

Isabel’s lips press. “You’re so dramatic. It’s fine.” She slaps his hand away.

More gauze and a flask of whiskey to disinfect in hand, Farlan crouches at Levi’s other side. “We’ll worry about surprises when that blood’s under control.”

Fine, then. They’re both completely oblivious, but fine.

Once he’s able, Levi works with Isabel to tug his tunic-turned-blood-rag up and over his head. He keeps wary of stains. Meanwhile, a line of gauze lands over the highest part of his wound, at the bottom of his sternum, as soon as it’s exposed, causing Levi to grunt.

The shirt lands on the table with a wet splat.

Levi covers his breasts with one arm, jaw grit so hard his teeth grind. His waist is still in plain sight, how curvy it is.

“Oh,” Isabel says.

What’s left of the bandages is a mangled mess of cloth that immediately sags down around his lap; it’s partly bloody. Levi tugs them away like nothing has happened, not looking at either of them.

“Huh?” Farlan tears his eyes away from the problem at a hand—“Oh, shit!”—then slaps his arm over his eyes, like he’s been blinded. “Levi, you have—"

Levi gives him a swift kick in the shin. Farlan is lucky this is serious, else he would’ve landed that kick somewhere else.

“That isn’t news to me, you idiot. Don’t get too excited.”

“No!—That’s not what I—!” Farlan seems to be waging an internal war of whether to pull his hand off Levi’s navel or not. “I just didn't expect that.”

“I warned you,” he hisses. “I thought we were worrying about surprises after the blood was under control.”

“I just don't want to... disrespect, or...”

“You’re both idiots,” Isabel softly retorts as she pours whiskey onto a bandage. “Get ready.”

He does, and squeezes his eyes shut with his head turned as she cleans the wound. The sting, high and bright, zaps through his blood, but he takes it.

Farlan doesn’t move, and no one speaks. After settling between Levi’s legs, Isabel gets to work wrapping up his small waist. He holds the bandages in place, his silent breaths quaking.

She goes on. “Warning is stupid, ‘cause…” Her eyes flicker up to Levi's pink face, “I get why. ‘N it's still bro. And you—!“ She reaches, and tears Farlan’s elbow off his eyes, “Quit being weird and just help."

Levi pins his tongue between his teeth and feels his face heat even more. He wasn’t sure what to expect here, but he certainly didn’t predict Isabel being the mature one in this situation.

It feels... nice.

“Okay. Okay.” Farlan squints at first, then takes smaller, sticky bandages out of the kit.

Promptly, Levi shifts his hold so Farlan can do his thing. “Thanks, I guess, for your weird way of respecting me.”

“Ha-ha... Sure. It’s worse down here for women,” Farlan says quietly. “And with you being the strongest, it makes sense, you wanting to keep an image. I just didn’t expect it. I never would've guessed, honestly. You hide it well.”

Frowning, Levi pins his cleavage down a little more. His belly is screaming in agony. “Women can be strong just like some men’re weak. It’s how I’m perceived by them that matters to me.”

“Mm,” Isabel agrees, then glances. Farlan is beet red. “You’ve been acting really weird. What, you never seen a woman’s body before, Far’?”

Farlan’s eyes widen comically. “What?”

“Or have you realized something about your feelings toward our bro?”

Levi’s eyes grow a touch wide. “Don’t you dare answer that, you pervert.”

“Ha!” Isabel cackles. “You hear that? Don’t be a pervert, Farlan! Bro will kick your ass."

Teeth grit, Farlan gets to work sliding clips onto the bandages that will keep them in place. To the tips of his ears, he’s blushing madly. Harder than Levi, even.

He shakes his head. “I heard.”

Levi feels himself relax, looking away from his friends despite himself. A sudden sense of wrongness hit him over the head when Isabel blatantly called his body, him, a woman. That feels right in his head and in his heart, like a large bird rising up inside his chest.

He hasn’t heard himself be referred to that way in a long, long time.

As much as he appreciates the sentiment, it tastes bitter, too. Considering his total disinterest in all things—relationships, sex, and any closer family than these two—that would lead to his nature becoming a secret thing he can find comfort in, considering his total lack of options, how natural it has become to fake it—

It’s going to be a long, long time before he feels this way again.

If ever.

“Levi?” you say gently through the closet door. “How’s it going?”

Levi glares at her own reflection in the long mirror, which casts an image of her own body back at her, and then some. Her lips tug downwards.

Shooting a glance at the assortment of outfits she bought, and some you encouraged her to buy, she frowns even deeper, because none of them look right suddenly—even the summer dress she has on now, which was her favorite in the shop.

It hugs her waist and chest just right, as do the straps hang onto her small frame. The hems, several hues lighter than the main cerulean color, flow around the bottoms of her thighs where she steps, as if the fabric itself was flowing. Sky-blue brings out the color of her eyes, but she just. Can’t. Seem to...

“Levi, sweetheart?” Your voice is as gentle as a breeze.

“I’m not dying in here... Just give me a second.”

It has been several minutes of this.

Levi lets her arm fall from her full chest. Even after joining the Scouts, she never truly stopped binding her chest until you started to encourage her.

She decided to always keep her same hairstyle, though. The short, neat cut represents her mother in a way she could never part with—even though it wouldn’t suit a woman. What upsets her is the stark contrast it makes in her appearance.

And her hands. Her mother’s hands were always silky soft, even dainty, but Levi’s aren’t. Hers are torn by violence. Scarred. Tough.

“I changed my mind,” she tells you dryly through the door. "I’m not putting anyone through the disgust of seeing me like this.”

“Can you at least put me through it...?”

She snorts softly at the way your question ends on a hopeful high note.

Forget the outfit for a moment.

Levi steps closer to the mirror and admires the thick lines of eyeliner you drew on for her. You even groomed her brows, and painted on a pale shade of pink lipstick for her. She had forgotten too much from her early years with her mom “playing princess”.

No earrings. Her ears aren’t pierced, and the idea of wearing clip-ons feels pathetic, even though she did it all the time as a little girl.

She swallows an ugly shame, blinking a time or two. “W-What did you say?”

“Can I see, please?”

“Yeah," she replies. “As long as you’re not taking no for an answer.”

A soft sigh, muffled. “After doing something one way almost your whole life, even if you hated it, it’s hard to change... even though it feels right now. Princess?”

She shuts her eyes as a bright thrill shoots up like a firework in her belly. This whole back-and-forth is petty of her, she knows—mostly it’s unfair to you—but this echo chamber inside her is loud and encompassing. But rusting.

“Yeah?”

“If you decide you want to stop all this, at least for today, it’s fine. I won’t judge you, sweetheart."

Levi bites the inside of her cheek so as to not let the way she feels show on her face, but fails. “I know.”

And she does.

All this, it’s a new development since she allowed you to start helping her in ways she once accepted were helpless. Who she is, who she was, who she is not.

Certain mannerisms—the way she sits down, that straight walk than doesn’t sway her hips, the unconscious lowering of her voice when she speaks—they won’t go away, or not without a lot of fight.

But then she agonizes over how useful these mannerisms really are: the Underground is far behind her, but she remains in a position of important power.

She realizes it’s a shitty way to think, but she doesn’t know how to believe that being the way she wants will earn her the respect the opposite has always guaranteed her.

When Levi is with you, however, all this agony drops off into the background. Affection, attention, touch—it’s so simple for you. She doesn’t feel the need to perform mental gymnastics to fit into a category around you.

She is confused enough on her own as it is.

The sweet names you save just for her, the reverent brush of your palm across her cheek, and it being you, whom she admires so much, treating her in such a way; not like a man acting the part of a woman, not even like a woman acting the part of a man—but as Levi.

It is enough.

For once, it is enough.

Stepping away from the mirror once more, she glances down at her pale, shaven legs. They look to her like a bunch of bony, hard lines to her, but you think differently: you like to point out how long they are, how toned, how thick.

The garters are the color of midnight, in stark contrast to her summer dress, are felt lace. The thin fabric squeezes the soft muscles of her mid-thighs just right, but your opinion on those are worth more to her than her own.

Levi’s hand falls on the doorknob, and turns.

Delighted surprise lights up your features to see her, followed by your look darkening into something much more saccharine.

“Wow,” you murmur, eyes gleaming, which floods Levi full of confidence.

Using that, she sets her hands down around your waist and eyes the collar of your blouse, which has evidently been loosened since she slipped into the closet to change.

“Don’t look so starstruck,” she murmurs. “I couldn’t even pick what shoes to wear... you better not expect me to dress up as well those noble women.”

Her eyes are torn from your collar to your face when you scoop her chin up. Desire oozes off your expression.

Her heart flutters, then soar as two warm palms settle on either side of her full hips.

“Is it...” Levi trails off. “Tell me honestly. Do I look fine?”

Your lip quirks to one side. “Fine? Look at you...”

Your soft lips kiss her on the mouth, trailing down her jaw, causing Levi to huff. Her hand dives into your hair.

“Sorry,” you murmur by her ear. “I just don’t wanna mess up my pretty girl's lipstick, that’s all.”

Levi’s lower half warms to life. Softly she gasps, feeling her face heat. “You better mean that,” she snips as she plays with your blouse’s trimmed hems, knowing. It just reassures her to hear it, to hear you call her your girl.

“I’ll prove it to you, if you want.”

While your soft lips leave a trail down the slope of her neck, Levi’s hand glide up under your top. No bra, just your bouncy, full tits she swallows into her palm. Her clit throbs dully.

“You… really know how to flatter a woman,” she huffs roughly.

“A woman like you?”

Her eyes snap shut. “Yes.”

“Don’t close your eyes,” you murmur, soft and low. “Tell me, how much do I flatter you?”

Levi whines under her breath. She thought the heat of your palm on the back of her thigh, endlessly snapping her garter back was maddening. But now that same hand drifts up between her thighs from the back, lifting light cerulean cotton to expose her delicate pair of sheer panties.

“You look gorgeous in white,” you murmur. “I knew you made a good choice.”

It’s her favorite color.

You stroke her swollen slit tenderly through the thin fabric—just enough to make her flutter, but not enough to please her.

“Fuck,” Levi whispers over your shoulder, clinging.

“This wet already?” You pull up on the hem above her toned ass so it’s taught and tight, and push and pull. Lace slides through her slit and rubs her clit just right.

“Fuck.”

“You’re so sensitive,” you muse, as if your panties weren’t dampening just from doing this to her.

With one hand still working her panties, the other pushes underneath, and effortlessly buries two fingers into her soft pussy.

“Fuck!” Levi gasps. It’s the only thing she can say. Her balance on her own two feet wavers.

You hum shakily her ear, circling her fluttering rim in time with your pull on her panties for her precious clit. “You didn't answer me. How much am I flattering you, Levi?”

“Why the fuck are we still standing here?” she complains. That’s your girl. “You can flatter me b-by fucking me. Properly.”

You relish her heavy breathing by your ear, and the way she can’t even focus to flick your hard nipples any longer. All her energy is going into staying standing.

Her pussy clenches as you piston your fingers with ease, deep inside. So tight.

An urgent hiss of your name vibrates against the shade of your neck.

“Is this not properly fucking?” You’re now fully supporting her with one arm hooked around her waist. You give it to her harder. “Your pussy seems to think so.”

“Mm...!”

Holding her waist means pinning the loose swoops of her dress to the small of her back. Little does Levi know, you get to admire her through your reflections in the mirror. Even though you can’t watch your fingers, now oozing with her cum, push in and out of her, those garters (one size too small), her tight ass, her pretty panties—those are all for your eyes.

Her soft, soaked cunt starts to gush, but you have needs too.

“‘m gonna make you come, okay, angel?"

Levi gasps as your fingers curl in deep, scraping that perfect spot, gaping.

“Y-Yeah? Then what?” she squeaks.

You hiss under your breath, your own pussy fluttering around nothing. The attitude Levi still has in her despite you being knuckle-deep in her cunt in front of your closet door does sinful things to you.

“Anything you want.”

“Wanna, make you come,” Levi speaks faintly by your ear. “Be...”

“Uh-huh? Want you to say it.”

She shudders a soundless moan as you slam them inside, her back curling into perfect arch—just as your knees were starting to grow wobbly.

“Levi,” you moan softly.

She whimpers, so quiet you can barely hear. “B-Be your princess.”

“Good girl.”

You shift, just enough for your thigh to scrape her clit. The heat you feel on your cotton pantleg is searing, then soaking wet.

“Ngh.” Levi’s hips twitch until she finds a rhythm, smearing her clit down in quick, rapid motions.

You firmly fuck three fingers into her tightening cunt. She’s getting close.

“When you make me me come, you’re gonna be smearing your pretty lipstick on my clit.” You curl your fingers. “How’s that sound, baby?”

“Good,” she moans.

That’s your girl.

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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Hi! I was hoping I could get a matchup?

My pronouns are she/her and as for appearances I am 5’2.5 with brown hair that's dyed purple underneath goes just above my shoulders it sorta resembles a wolfcut. My eyes are hazel. My style mainly consists of cargo pants, Doc Martens and some sort of Band shirt. Most my clothes have an army colour palette aswell dark green, blacks, light browns.

As for my personality it depends on who I'm around. Like 3 People who are energetic and really loud I'll tend to keep a more motherly role, but i think that's cause Im thinking of the consequences there actions could cause. But if I'm around people who are more mature in nature I'll be the loud and stupid one. I can make friends very easily though it you see a group of people at school its likely that I'll know or at least recognize one. Some girl I my class drew me once to become friends with me they said I looked cool, I've never felt more appreciated I bragged about it for months :) not in a mean way it's obvious I'm joking (within the break I took in between writing this I've befriended two 10-year olds) I like kids there very interesting. My humor is very dark and a little mean but I wouldn't make a joke if I know the person isn't okay with it

I don't really have a type when it comes to people I think if they can like me I can like them but I'd think I'd like someone who wouldn't judge me for everything and who can respect boundaries. I also tend to like people who are really passionate or striving for something. As for what I wouldn't want is somebody with to toooo much energy i mentally would not be able to keep up.

And my likes I am in love with music I was dead ass in the top 0.2 percent of Artic Monkey listeners this year I also enjoy sleeping because I can have really vivid dreams to the point were I feel like I've got 0 sleep. I'd say my main hobby is building things with instructions Lego sets in particular, I have a bunch of Starwars Legos in my window in fact when I was a kid we spent thousands on Lego for me the living room was full of them, eventually I even got my own room for them. Unfortunately we moved and now there all in boxes down stairs. Since Lego is expensive I tend to use this pack I found on Minecraft that you build a little city with. I also like video games not shooting ones I like stuff like genshin or stardew valley I was really into this detective game a while back but I finished it all 🥲

Sorry if this is a little messy :)

hi, don't worry, your request is perfectly fine!

the character that i think would be a good partner for you is..

lilia vanrouge!

i'll explain why i chose him:

okay, first of all, i think he would think your style is neat, haha. i think your relationship dynamic would be very interesting, since lilia is quite an energetic and cheerful person, however, he has a mature side as well, so it's like!! you can act in any way you want around him, it doesn't matter to him, he just likes your company :) also he thinks it's cute that you're good with kids he will definitely make jokes about you being silver's mom

this guy would never judge you, i don't think there is much a person can do to make him mad, unless they're like, you know, actually awful or they're his enemy. also he sure likes to surprise you with sudden hugs or kisses or simply appearing out of nowhere and going "hello there :)", but if you're not comfortable with it, sure, he will respect that! and yes, as i mentioned, he's a pretty energetic person, but if you just want to chill or do something more calm, he's more than okay with it. just spending time with you is enough for him.

HE'S LITERALLY IN A LIGHT MUSIC CLUB COME ON. he's also used to dealing with a certain person who's always sleepy, so you being a type to sleep a lot is not something new to him and he finds it cute too. and sure, he can be your gamer bf too <3 also i think he would be interested in trying and building something with you!! i just think it's an adorable concept, hehe.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland matchups #twst matchup

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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omg wait no hold on I just requested overhaul but then I remembered your overhaul thirst post about him pulling a "curing hysteria~" as an excuse and thought I'd request something along that vibe (no oun intended). I think that'd fall under orgasm control, overstim? (hope this is okay!)

hysteria antidote - overhaul x fem!reader (4k)

seeing nothing but the same four walls every day of your life is playing havoc with your brain. overhaul thinks perhaps you're suffering from hysteria. he has the perfect cure for that.

cw: not sfw/minors dni. dark content!!! dubious/non-consent. captive reader. talk of death, blood, etc. medical kink, gloves, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm control. misogyny. mentions of pregnancy/breeding. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: idk the internet said the 28th of may was his birthday so consider this both a birthday fic and a fic to celebrate 6k followers, sorry that i am gross and horrible but tbh im having a great time <3]

You really don’t think it’s unreasonable for you to be going out of your mind.

Since the Boss was taken ill, and Kai – Overhaul, you remind yourself, though he’s always just a little less sharp with you when you trip over the new name than he is with anyone else – took over leadership of the Shie Hassaikai, you’ve been pretty much stuck indoors.

Considering that you’re pretty sure he only has fond feelings towards maybe three people in the entire world, including you, you guess you ought to feel special about it – but all it actually does is make you feel like a trapped bird, caged and restless. It doesn’t help that all of the other members of the organisation have started being weird around you; people who you’ve known most of your adult life, people who you’ve worked beside and killed beside and done other horrible things beside (for the good of the organisation, of course)--

But now, they look at you like you might break at any moment. They treat you like an invalid. Their brows crease when they see you out and about, quietly murmuring; “Shouldn’t you still be in your room?”, avoiding touching you at all costs. There’s a kind of fear in their eyes, that they’re going to be told off for even speaking to you, that they’re afraid of being caught close to you.

And you know exactly who’s to blame for that.

You’d tried to speak to him about it, once; you’d thought that perhaps he might be amenable to your desire to do something to help the Shie Hassaikai. He’s always wanted to restore them to their former glory, after all! But after you’d let out your little impassioned tirade, his eyebrows had creased over the bird-mask.

“You don’t sound well,” he’d said to you. “Go back to your room. I’ll talk to you about it later.”

You had missed, at the time, that he hadn’t said ‘we’ll talk about it later’. He’d just said ‘I’ll’. When he had come, that is how it had been; the reassurance that he was keeping you safe. That he didn’t want you to be tainted. That he was keeping you well.

Your quirklessness has never been an issue before, but it certainly hasn’t been a boon. Still, for Kai--

“It’s disgusting,” he’d said, agitated by the discussion. You’d stared at his hands, thinking about the destructive power he himself wielded. “Quirks are a curse, and you not having one is just proof you’re not infected.” He’d looked up, golden eyes piercing directly into yours. “I’m going to keep you perfect.”

Overhaul is not a doctor, for all of his talk about illness and disease and plague. You think he could have used his quirk for something meaningful, once; but you also know that his burning curiousity, his disgust of anyone who deems tainted, his utter lack of morality . . . those are all things that would not have been welcomed in the medical profession. So instead, he deals in needles and pills and altering drugs in the underground labyrinth of the compound.

Sterile rooms, with examination tables and scalpels and impersonal, silver-grey equipment. Pill boxes that rattle when he passes them to you and tells you to take three of those a day, one of those, that one has to be taken to with food--

The idea that you won’t take them doesn’t enter his head, and though he has never . . . overhauled someone in front of you, you have walked past other members of the organisation mopping and disinfecting blood and gristle from sterile flooring.

It is better to go along with him, so you take the supplements and the pills and submit to the way he grabs your chin in gloved hands on the doctor’s chair, tipping your face up to shine a light into your eyes and watch your pupils dilate. But inside, you are screaming.

You’re not made to be locked in one room, occasionally allowed out to pace the hallways of the upstairs – never the underground ones, not any more – with restless footsteps and your muscles fizzing with desire to taste fresh air. You’re not made to stare at the same walls and breathe the purified air and think about how empty the compound is, now that Overhaul is in charge of everything--

(Too many knick-knacks attract dust. Pollen allergies act up, if there are too many plants, and he hates hearing people sneeze. Furniture should be easily movable and barren, to assist in the twice-daily cleanings of every room that people walk through.)

But it’s getting too much for you. Suffocating. You feel like you’re choking on air all of the time; you take the pills, because the thought of what he could do to you is terrifying, but sometimes you wonder if perhaps it would be better if you didn’t.

You’d woken up that morning to the sound of rain hitting the high windows in your bedroom, and you had longed to go outside in your thin nightwear and spread your arms and taste the air, smell the rain, feel it hit your body in fat droplets. Your entire being had ached. You’d tried to distract yourself, with what little there was in the barren prison cell that you called a bedroom – but when the door opened at four thirty exactly, and Kai had stood there with his face as impassive as ever, you had not been able to stop yourself.

Hand fastening around his upper arm (you shouldn’t touch him, you know you shouldn’t, but the same four walls are getting to you), you’d begged him;

“I want to go outside.”

If anyone else had touched him like that, they would already be splattered against the walls and floor. But all you get is a furrow of his eyebrows, careful fingers (gloved, of course; the latex against your skin always makes you shudder) pinching at your hand to get you to let go of him.

“No,” he says. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t care,” you’re petulant, you know, frustration bubbling up in every cell of your body. “If I stay in here for one more day, I will tear myself into pieces.”

“You’re being over-dramatic.”

“Kai—”

“Don’t call me that.” His rebuttal is sharp. “You know I’m doing this for your own good.”

Your face twists into something ugly. Overhaul hates it when you do that; hates the way your brow wrinkles, your mouth moves, your normally lovely face (one of very few he can bear to look at unmasked and not feel as though he is going to get sick from merely breathing the same air of you) marred.

“You’re not,” you hiss at him. “You’re doing this because you’re fucked up! Because you’ve got some weird fucking ideas about what’s clean and what’s unclean, because you’re on a power trip, because you don’t care about other people--” Your voice is pitching and modulating, all of the things that you usually try and keep balled up inside of you spilling out that the floodgates of how unhappy you are is open.

You’re breathing heavy as Overhaul, clearly irked by what you’re saying, tugs at the wrist of one of his surgical gloves. If he’s going to kill you, good – at least it will be better than this, you think, your breath coming in short sharp pants after the outburst.

He lets go. His hands fall to his sides. His golden gaze on you is very level.

“You’re hysterical,” he tells you. An exasperated laugh falls from your mouth.

“Yeah?” You ask him. “Of course I am. Do you know the last time I breathed fresh air?”

“Seven months, two weeks, three days.” He says it without blinking. Your shoulders tense. Has it really been that long? “You haven’t been ill once in that time. The world out there is filthy.”

“It’s normal to get sick,” you try and tell him, but Overhaul is moving forward; past the doorway, and into your room. The door clicks shut behind him, the sound of a lock ominous. You don’t think you’ve ever been alone with Kai in your bedroom.

In the medical examination rooms, sure. In his office. In common areas, back when he was just the boss’ troubled protege and not the boss himself--

His eyebrows twitch in disgust as he notices the dust on your bookshelves. You’d stopped letting any of the cleaners in here a month ago; you’d refused to clean in the mean time, taking whatever small victory against your captor that you could.

“You’ll give yourself respiratory issues,” he says.

“Good,” your voice is cold, but you realise you’ve backed away from him. For all of your attempts to stand up to him, you’re terrified. Everyone knows what he can do. “Better dead than here--”

Gloved fingers around your wrist, so tight you can practically feel them bruising.

“You don’t mean that,” he says. His voice has gotten softer, cajoling. You’re trembling in his grip. “I told you. You’re hysterical.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” you say, but your words feel like you’re spitting them out around a mouthful of gravel. “I—I’m calm--”

Your knees knock against your bed, but Overhaul is still clinging to you; still too close. Your heart is beating so fast that you can hear it pounding in your ears.

“You’re not. You’re hysterical.” He repeats it, calmly. The hand not on your wrist reaches up and cups your face, a gloved thumb stroking across your cheek as if you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. The scent of the latex is overwhelming. “But that’s alright. It’s not your fault.” He clicks his tongue behind the mask. “It’s mine. All of this checking for the physical sickness, and I didn’t think about checking your head.”

You fall onto the bed as his knees knock against yours, your back hitting the wall. It’s just a plain, single bed; rumpled sheets, because you’d fought against any attempt for someone to come in and collect your laundry, too. Overhaul looks silly in your room, you think dimly; like a huge black crow in the nest of a small, frightened wren.

“If you fight,” he tells you, “I’ll disassemble you. I’d rather not. I don’t want to taint you by using my quirk. But . . .” He’s sinking to his knees in front of you, those same methodical hands pushing up the skirt of your dress. “If I did, I’d get a blank mind to work with. I won’t hesitate. But I’d still rather simply fix you without having to break you into pieces first.”

You know him too well to think that he’s bluffing.

After all of the vitriol you’ve spat at him, he’s unwilling to kill you. Would it be worse, to be mindless and brainless under Kai’s quirk? You’ve heard some of his failed experiments before; babbling, drooling, broken things. He’s killed them sometimes just to put them out of their misery.

What if he did that, and your mind remained perfectly capable – just utterly unable to communicate with your body? A prisoner in your own skin. Worse than even now. You swallow back the lump of fear.

“H-how are you going to do that?” You ask him.

You start at how cold the gloved fingers are on your bare thighs, as Overhaul pushes them apart. Cold fear prickles down your spine. You’re too scared to fight back, but everything he’s doing is making you want to run.

“Did you know,” Overhaul says, those same hands sliding higher, to tug at the waistband of your underwear. “In the past, there were rumours that doctors would cure hysteria by genital massage and stimulation?”

His words are very clinical, but there’s a thickness to his voice behind the mask that fills you with revulsion.

“It might be nonsense, of course,” he says. Your underwear is being tugged down, pulled around your thighs, your knees, your ankle. “They theorised that the best cure was regular intercourse, male semen, pregnancy and childbirth--”

“Kai—” Your voice is a soft whine, fear-filled. This time, he doesn’t snap at you for calling him by the name he’s left behind. He simply says;

“Spread your legs.”

You don’t want to. But you want to risk what he’s threatening you with even less, so you tearfully open them as wide as you can go. He shifts forward, and the tip of the beaked mask digs into your inner thigh as he studies you like you’re nothing more than a diagram, not a living, breathing person--

“Next time I’ll have lubricant ready,” he says, under his breath, and your heart seizes up at the implication that whatever he’s going to do to you, there’ll be a next time.

You start at the sensation of gloved fingers gently parting the lips of your sex, Overhaul’s golden eyes drinking in the sight of you spread open and bare. You’re shaking, but for some reason the way he’s looking at you – the utter concentration in his eyes – makes a curl of heat flare deep inside of you.

“Don’t,” you breathe, trying not to squirm. “Please--”

“I don’t want to have to,” he says. His tone remains calm, unbothered. “I’m doing it for your own good, you know that. Just helping you along.” One finger slides through the slit; the sensation of the gloves against your most intimate, heated parts makes the muscles in your thighs clench. It’s . . . not exactly unpleasant, but neither it is pleasant. “Do you think I’m getting any pleasure out of this?”

He doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. You know this; everyone knows this. If this particular thought was so unpleasant to him, you don’t doubt he’d have found somebody else to do it (the thought of one of the other members of the Shie Hassaikai doing this to you fills you with even more revulsion than the idea of Overhaul himself). But you can’t say that out loud. Not after what he’s threatened. So you press your lips together and shake your head, gasp dying in your throat as one of Overhaul’s latex-covered fingers prods gently around your opening.

“You’re getting wet,” he tells you, as if you can’t feel the shameful slick beginning to leak from you. “That will make this easier. Good.”

You hate that the praise makes another jolt of arousal go through you. You don’t want to like the feeling of his gloves, rubbing at your heated cunt; the sensation of a fingertip circling around your entrance, brushing the bud of your clit and making you want to clamp your thighs around his hand.

He sinks the tip of one finger inside of you and you jerk, your hips out of your control as you try and sink away from the intrusion. Overhaul clicks his tongue again in annoyance at you. The hand holding the lips of your cunt open moves, to land on your hip and pin you between the bed and the wall so you can’t squirm again.

“I’ll sedate you next time, if I have to,” he says. “I’m not getting anything out of this. I’d prefer not to have to do it at all--”

He’s lying. You know he is. But you can’t call him out for it, so you press your trembling lips together and try to stop tears spilling out from your lash line as the finger inside of you sinks further and further inside, past his first knuckle, right down to the base.

He crooks it inside of you and your hands curl into the bedsheets, nails digging into your palms through cotton. His touch is curious, exploratory; has he ever actually done this to anybody before? He slides over a rough patch inside of you with the latex-tipped finger and a moan escapes your mouth against your will, your head falling back against the wall. Narrowed golden eyes look up at you as he repeats the motion; taking in the gloss of your lips, the widening of your eyes, the way your shoulders are shaking up and down.

You can feel yourself pumping more slick out; helping the glide of his finger inside of you, as he begins to carefully thrust it in and out of you. His touch is made all the more impersonal by the mask obscuring everything but his eyes and eyebrows; you can’t even hear him breathing.

Your cunt is fluttering around him, pleasure swarming you in breathless waves as he withdraws his finger entirely. He lifts the glove to his eyeline, looking only vaguely interested in how the white latex glimmers with your arousal.

“I’m going to use two now,” he tells you – and that is all the warning you get before two fingers beside one another are opening you up, scissoring your tight channel apart with an ache that you feel up to your hips. You bite back the whimper, but you’re unable to stop the choked breaths that are falling from you as he fucks you with them in steady, constant thrusts.

A covered thumb brushes your clit; swollen, now. Sensitive. Standing to attention. Your hips attempt to jerk in his hold once more, a strangled noise that’s neither pleasured nor pain falling from your throat. You’ve touched yourself, of course you have – even recently, just to try and assuage some of the boredom that fills your exactly-the-same days – but Overhaul’s fingers and thumbs and touch on you are so entirely different from that.

He continues his assault over your clit, those same eyes watching you with that same detached, clinical disposition that he’s had most of the time. There’s a cast to them that suggests there’s something more, but whatever emotion – if, indeed, he’s still capable of that – he’s feeling about having you at his mercy in this way has been pushed to the back of his mind as his thumb rolls and pinches at the bud.

Your body goes all-over heat, Overhaul’s fingers still pumping in and out of you, the slick noises of your shaming wetness echoing around the prison of the four walls you’ve spent seven months in. You’re teetering on the edge of something, hot and needy and wanting – and as Overhaul’s thumb sweeps over your poor aching clit again, you tilt your hips forward for as much stimulation as you can--

And he pulls his fingers out of you.

The heat fades into nothingness as you let out a noise of disappointment. Overhaul’s head tilts to one side, considering.

“What do you want?” He asks you. “Say it.”

No. You don’t ‘want’. He’s wrong. You keep your mouth pressed tight now that the damning noise has fallen out of it; you have managed to not let the tears trembling in your eyes spill forth. Your gaze meets his, defiant and tired and afraid all at once.

“Alright,” he sighs. “If you’re going to carry on being difficult.”

He does it again; his fingers plunging into you, scissoring you apart, rubbing against your folds with a practised agility now that he’s done it for the first time. He has always been a fast learner; always been observant. His thumb is back on your clit with ceaseless assault, and all over again you feel heat begin to build up; tension that crawls into every crevice of your being and worms its way deep inside you despite how badly you don’t want this.

The hand holding your hip loosens somewhat, allowing you to messily thrust your hips into Overhaul’s stimulation. You’re torn; you shouldn’t want to hump against the gloved fingers stimulating you, you should be wriggling and squirming away. But it feels so good; even with the skin-tight covering of rubbery latex, Overhaul’s fingers seem to find every one of your weak points and exploit them.

There it is again, building up on you; a ball of tension in your stomach being gradually wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Your hips flex against his hand, your fingers clenching and unclenching on the bedsheet--

He denies you the peak of your orgasm for the second time.

And a third.

And a fourth.

“Kai--!” You’re too far gone to even think, after the pleasure has been pulled from you so cruelly, over and over again. The tears spill over your cheeks., rolling down in fat, shaming droplets. Overhaul’s eyes narrow.

“No,” he says, vehement – more emotion in his voice than you’ve heard all day. “You know what to call me.”

You know what he wants you to call him. You know that he wants to leave his old name behind, start again, be someone who can drag the Shie Hassaikai out of the shadows and into light and power once again – and he thinks that the name will help. You gurgle out a sobbing, strangled noise;

“O-Overhaul, please--”

Three fingers are plunged as deep inside of you as they can go, crooked to rub against your sweet spot; as Overhaul murmurs, detached but soft;

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

They thrust into you, his thumb rubbing your clit with firm, certain strokes – and this time, as the orgasm rushes up on you all at once, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you with his fingers through it, his thumb not ceasing the circling. Pleasure washes over you, finally, in great waves and crests. You feel yourself gush on his fingers, soaking him in your wetness (his eyebrows furrow again, at how close your fluid comes to spilling over his bared wrist; but you are too relieved to think about anything other than finally getting what you need).

Your hips flex, gasps falling from your mouth with every thrust of them – and you expect Overhaul to pull his fingers out of you. To stop touching you. Perhaps to strip off his gloves and put on a new pair – you know he always carries spares – and sneer at you as he walks out of the room.

But Overhaul’s fingers do not move from inside of you. The fierce rhythm of his fucking and petting and rubbing does not stop, even as the final aftershocks of your orgasm clench loosely about him and his constant stimulation becomes more of an annoyance than anything else on heated, sensitive skin.

You squirm, trying to push your thighs together to get him to stop touching you – but the hand not fucking you forces your thighs to stay parted with the curl of fingers into supple flesh, leaving you helpless to do anything but let him carry on touching you. Carry on fucking you.

A short, sharp shock of an orgasm rips through you as he swirls his thumb over your clit just so, and you realise that you’re drooling down yourself as well as panting; helpless and sloppy, utterly unable to do anything except lie there and take it until Overhaul decides he’s had enough of touching you.

You come, what? Twice more? Thrice? Until the pulsing of your channel is painful, your skin feeling red raw, your whimpers into the ceiling dry and broken. Only then does he pull his fingers out of you with a lewd pop.

A gush of your fluid that his fingers were stoppering soaks your bedsheets, and you watch, dazed, as Overhaul stands up. He looks down at you for just one moment, that stretches unbearably long in the heat-and-sex soaked atmosphere of the room.

He strips his gloves off of his hands, eyebrows twitching in disgust as he leaves the crumpled latex on your bedside table. He’s sliding on another pair as he speaks;

“Feel better?”

No. No, you don’t. You feel worse. You feel disgusted and violated and aching, your body over-stimulated and exhausted, sweat and drool and bodily fluids clinging to your skin. But if you tell Overhaul that--

“Yes,” you say, voice very soft and small and weak. You cannot see his mouth, but you see the way his eyes flash happily, the overall sensation of him smiling.

Why does Overhaul’s smile make you so scared, when Kai’s smile used to just make you feel warm?

“We’ll need to do it a few more times,” he tells you, as your blood runs to ice in your veins. “Such maladies aren’t cured in a day, after all. But . . .” He turns, rearranging himself carefully, his mask readjusted. You can’t see him as he speaks the next words. “I’d like to try some of the other suggested remedies, too.”

You think of his earlier words.

‘They theorised that the best cure was regular intercourse, male semen, pregnancy and childbirth.’

You’re never going to escape, are you? You’re going to be trapped in this compound until the day you die, and Overhaul is going to think that he’s keeping you safe--

“Take a shower,” he says to you, as he opens the door. It is not a suggestion. “And stop not letting the maids come in here to clean. I’m not having you get sick.”

You think he might be the sick one.

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A Captivating Voice

Pairing: Cassandra Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: Working as a servant in Castle Dimitrescu is already a workload for you. However, one job has finished early and you take the opportunity to get time to yourself and sing out some vocals, with caution. However, a Dimitrescu daughter has been captivated by your angelic voice.

Warnings: Some Angst(??), blood, Fluff/slight nsfw at the end

A/N: Finally have a story for all three Dimitrescu daughters! Still thinking of some ideas for the Lady Dimitrescu herself so hopefully I’ll have one out soon!

Line Without a Hook | If I Could Tell Her

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6 months....

That's how long it has been since you've been working in Catsle Dimitrescu. It's been a living hell, hearing the faint screams of fellow maidens from down in the dungeons had freaked you out enough.

"Will that be all milady?" You ask

Bela, being at least more sensible than the other two, had asked for your help with whatever it was. You didn't really question her about it, so you just went with it.

"Nope," she says, "is that all you have to do today?"

You nod, "I managed to finish cleaning the east wing early today. Not until dinner, I have nothing else to do Lady Bela."

"Then that is all y/n," she says

You bow your head and begin heading back to your quarters. If anything, with the much time you had before your next task, you immediately grab your acoustic guitar and begin heading to a secret spot. Secret, because no one else knows about it. Although you could have trusted Bela, you also didn't want to risk getting into unnecessary trouble with Lady Dimitrescu. As you climb the walls of the castle, you close the window so they won't know someone went out. You seat yourself along the rooftop, you tune your guitar. It was a warm afternoon. Perfect for a small one-person jam session.

I don't really give a damn About the way you touch me When we're alone You can hold my hand If no one's home Do you like it When I'm away?

From where you just exited, Cassandra walks past the window and hears a faint singing voice. She stops in her tracks and backtrack to the window.

Oh baby I am a wreck When I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake Was it something I said To make you feel like You're a burden? Oh, and if I could take it all back I swear that I Would pull you From the tide

Cassandra continues listening to your captivating voice. She wanted to open the window to see your face. However, would lead to certain doom if she had done so.

Singing, she's a she's a lady And I am not a boy Singing, she's a she's a lady And I am just a line without a- Oh baby I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake Was it something I said To make you feel like You're a burden? Oh and if I could take it all back I swear that I Will pull you from... The tide....

As you finish the last note, you look out to the village you had come from. To be honest, you were a tourist.... Then someway somehow you unknowingly became a servant to Castle Dimitrescu. Well, it was better than death really. However, you made one request; you'd keep one of your possessions, your acoustic guitar. Somehow Lady Dimitrescu was lenient enough for that request to be approved. However, with the rough tasks, you barely touched it since starting your time there. However, it was rare. You'd find some time to yourself before the next task so you found that specific spot outside along the castle where you could feel free enough to play your guitar. As she heard the window beginning to jimmy, she turns into her usual swarm of bugs and hide in the shadows. You open. The window and quickly hop inside and shut the window before you could be noticed. However, just before you could get back to your quarters, you could feel a bug on the back of your hand.

"Oh...... No...." you sigh

You jerk your hand back into you as the bug leaves a scar along it.

"So it was you huh?" Cassandra appears out of the shadows

"L-lady Cassandra," you say, nervously, "I'm-Im sorry if I made any unessecary noises. I'll-I'll promise I won't do it again."

You try to brush past her however, she catches your bleeding hand and brings you in close to her. You could feel your heart beating harder. She raises your hand and she licks off the seeping blood.

"You should play for me some more," she suggests

"Milady?" You ask

"Don't make me repeat myself," She leans in close to your face, menacingly

You nod your head as she lets go of your hand.

"My quarters after dinner," she says, "Not early, not late. Bring that with you. Got it?"

You nod, not willing to argue with her further. She licks your bleeding hand one last time before letting it go and turning into a swarm of bugs. Your heart was beating at an uncomfortable rate. You couldn't find the courage to sneak back out again, so you decided to sit in your quarters until it was dinner.

You followed every single request as best as it can get. You were considered one of the best servants in the castle, according the Lady Dimitrescu. However, as you were pouring Daniela another glass of wine, your fingers had suddenly turned into butter and the bottle slid out of your hands, crashing onto the floor. In a fit of rage Daniela uses her sickle and your reflexes kicked in, you hold your arms up to your face however, she slashes the palm of your hand.

"Keep your dirty mits off her you idiot!" Cassandra yells, grabbing Daniela by the wrists

Another servant comes over to help you clean up as much as possible. You were dismissed by Lady Dimitrescu, but she didn't seem angered. More like, sorrowful.

As you kept your promise to Lady Cassandra, you took your guitar and walked up to the door to her quarters.

"Lady Cassandra?" You call, knocking on the door

"Come in," she calls, monotonus

You open and close the door and notice that she's already in bed, she was on her side, facing you, awaiting for you to seat yourself.

"My apologies for Daniela," she says

"No no my apologies milady, me and my butter fingers," you try to chuckle it off

"Your palm?" She asks

You raid it for the both of you to see. Unfortunately the palm Daniela had sliced was your left palm, in order for you to play to Cassandra was to use your left hand for the notes.

"Oh don't worry milady, I'll be able to manage," you lie

You didn't not want to play because of some stupid injury you brought on yourself. When you tried to play one note, you draw your hand back.

"Let me see your palm y/n," she says calmly

You unwrap your palm and hand it to her.

"How do you know my name?" You ask her

You've barely interacted with her. You've mostly interacted with Bela as she needs your help with whatever it was she needed.

"Bela tells us about the help you bring her when we talk at dinner," Cassandra says, slightly in a jealous tone

Oh, that's fun, Bela likes to run her mouth. You were worried she would have bitten off one of your fingers but, her touch was gentle and soft. You'd think she'd make a fuss about your injured hand. She takes your palm and her tongue gently running itself along the cut. You felt weird about it.... a sadistic woman gently tending your wound. You didn't realize this but when she moves her tongue, the scar was gone, only a silver lining remained.

"How-how did you do that?" You ask her, surprised

"Guess I'm just full of surprises," she flirts

"Well, that makes two of us," you smile, "Any requests?"

"Sing the one you sang when I heard you earlier today," she says

Oh.... That one.... Alright.

"As you wish milady," you sigh, tuning each string

You wanted to leave Cassandra's room with no scars so you take in a deep breath and begin strumming calmly, you wanted it to be gentle and smooth.

I don't really give a damn About the way you touch me When we're alone You can hold my hand If no one's home Do you like it When I'm away?

As you continued singing, you looked behind you and noticed how Cassandra was still facing you, but she looked peaceful. Her eyes were closed as if she was watching you through your voice. Feeling bold, you turned your body so that you're fully sitting on her bed, singing to her.

Cassandra sits up and reveals that she wasn't wearing any form of clothes other than her under garments. You blush at her fine figure but snap your eyesight back up to her facial features.

You strum out the last chord and look up, Cassandra is captivated. You slightly smile, hoping that eased her senses.

"Why haven't you sang to me sooner?" She smiles

"Oh- I'm not sure," you sigh, "I wasn't sure if you would be the kind to like a servant's vocals."

"Same time tomorrow evening," Cassandra demanded, but in a calm voice

"Yes milady," you blush

You swing the guitar against your back however, before you made your leave, Cassandra pulls you back toward her by your wrist, startling you.

"Maybe, I should keep you too," she whispers seductively

Your heart was racing, you couldn't find the right words to say. Even if you did, they wouldn't come out of your mouth correctly, fearing your demise, should you say something.

"Little Angel has her tongue tied," she lowly giggles, "Same time tomorrow angel."

She finally lets you go. With haste, you make your way out of her quarters and back to your quarters until the next morning.

As Cassandra steps into the dining room for breakfast, her sisters and her mother look up at her.

"Somebody sure slept in," Daniela teases

"Good morning to you too dummy," Cassandra groans

"Did you hear that person singing last night?" Bela asks Cassandra

"She has such a beautiful voice how haven't we had her perform for us before?" Daniela asks

"Because it's such a silly task," Lady Dimitrescu says, "However, you are right about her having a lovely voice."

"Do you know who it is Cass?" Daniela asks

"Hmmmm, perhaps," she smiles

"Who is it????" Daniela pleads

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," Cassandra snarls

As you were cleaning Lady Cassandra's room, a song came into your head. You couldn't help but hum along to the chorus that was playing in your head. Any kind of music helps you get the job done easier. You were just about to organize Cassandra's vanity before you hear the sound of buzzing. Here we go again.... As you looked up from the mirror, there she was. You weren't sure if she was checking something on her dress or if she was admiring you.

"Hi little angel," she smiles, coming closer to you, "Did you miss me?"

"More than you could imagine," you flirt back, feeling bold all of a sudden

She turns you around and snakes her arms on both sides of your waist. Your heart began racing once more and you were sure that Cassandra could feel it too.

"Little angel's heart is racing, is it because of me?" She smiles menacingly, leaning close to your face

You put your hands on her shoulders, and lean in. But, before the both of you could do anything, you hear the voice of Lady Dimitrescu calling for her brunette daughter.

"Do you remember what's tonight?" Cassandra asks

"Here, after dinner. Not early, not late," you remember her words from the evening before

"Good girl," she smiles menacingly once more

She turns into her usual swarm of flies and disappears into the castle halls. Good girl.... She just called me a good girl.. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle before facing her vanity once more to organize it.

When you had finished cleaning Cassandra's room, it was cleaning the dining hall before dinner. Fortunately Lady Dimitrescu didn't assign you to be a servant for dinner tonight however, you wouldn't be able to see Cassandra until her requested time to see you. You end up changing into your sleep wear just in case Cassandra decides to keep you in her chambers for the night.

"Milady Cassandra?" You call from the other side of the door, knocking

"Come in love," she says, calmly

You open the door and close like like you did last night and seat yourself at the edge of her bed.

"Any specific songs you would like to hear milady?" You ask, turning your head to her

"Lets make it your pick tonight," she smiles

You blush, as if you were hoping for her to say that. You tune your guitar like clockwork, and begin plucking your strings.

I said There's nothing like your smile Sort of subtle and perfect and real I said You never knew how wonderful That smile could make someone feel

Those weren't the exact lyrics, you changed them to expressing how you felt about Cassandra. Even though you knew she was the sadistic daughter of Castle Dimitrescu, she's shown you otherwise.

But I kept it all inside my head What I saw, I left unsaid And though I wanted to I couldn't talk to you I couldn't find the way But I would always say: If I could tell her Tell her everything I see If I could tell her How she's everything to me But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start If I could tell her If I could tell her

You turn your body so that you're facing Cassandra. You again begin strumming like it was your last.

I thought You looked really pretty, er— It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair And I wondered how you learned to dance Like all the rest of the world isn't there But I kept it all inside my head What I saw, I left unsaid If I could tell her Tell her everything I see If I could tell her How she's everything to me But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start If I could tell her If I could tell her But what do you do when there's this great divide? She just seemed so far away And what do you do when the distance is too wide? It's like I don't know anything And how do you say I love you? I love you I love you I love you But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start If I could tell her If I could

As you strum the final chord, you look up at Cassandra, who was just in a daze as much as you were. You place your guitar against the wall and climb into her lap.

"Y/n?" She asks

Before you or her could question further, your lips crashed against hers and the both of you began fighting for dominance. You didn't want to be bested in a simple kiss. However, it seemed that Cassandra was still caught off guard by your action. Feeling bold,, you stick your tongue into her mouth, hearing a deep moan coming out of her mouth. Oh, but she did you one better, she puts one palm under your arse and the other beginning to run under your bra. You gasp, making you pull away to breathe, you see Cassandra smiling.

"Stay with me draga mea," she pleas

You nod happily as you let yourself fall onto the soft mattress and follow Cassandra under the crimson sheets.

The word got out fairly quickly that you were now Cassandra's lover. However, everyone was supportive about it, especially her sisters and Lady Dimitrescu. Cassandra persuaded her mother to have you play for the entire family when they would come over. However, when the night comes, when its only the two of you would be alone, you'd sing her a song only she would want to hear for herself.

"You captivated me with your voice draga mea," Cassandra whispers as she cuddles her head into the crook of your neck

“Were you now?” You ask

“What was your life like before you came here?” Cassandra asks

“Well, I used to be a musician,” You say, “I traveled the world, street performing and such. But, I’m here and I’m saying it’s not a bad thing though. I’ve come to love being here. Thanks to you.”

Cassandra lifts her head and the both of you give each other a good night kiss.

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