#truly been awake too many hours to remember the bit

[figueroths]

friendship and chronomancy top two greatest magics of all time when are we gonna go back and save lucy who is now my friend

#🥺🥺🥺 #dimesnion 20 #fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #i’m going to be now because i’ve been up for like way too many hours and spent most of them doing schoolwork #but she is on my mind and i can just see her sitting cross legged in the forest reviving rats like a fucked up cinderella #and it is literally the sweetest moonbathed image i’ve ever seen #dhsjsjsks i stg i wrote time to begin with but then i reworded the post and my dumbass omitted it entirely #truly been awake too many hours to remember the bit

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Seventeen - You're ignoring him, and it's driving him insane, luckily fate is on his side and Todd slips up.

Ch 18

TW: Todd is very mean to y/n, and Miguel fucks him up, like it's a bit graphic

You’re avoiding him, it’s been a week now, it’s obvious. You cling to Janey, Gladys, to fucking Dave, to anyone who isn’t him. You even ate lunch with Gladys. He hates Gladys. She’s a kind enough old woman, but her crucifix blinds him, and she hugs him so tightly it burns him through his clothes. And now she’s stealing you from him, wrapping you in a bubble of silver and well-meaning that keeps him from even talking to you.

Perhaps he had gone too far, or you’d been awake when he pawed at you like an animal unable to overcome his base instincts. But you showed no signs of awareness, you had curled into him, basked in his touch, your mind betrayed no thoughts of fear or deception. But now? Now you were closed to him, he didn’t think it possible, but you had unknowingly shut him out, and what little glimpses he was able to pry free were of the mundane. You forgot to get more paper towels at the grocery store, your feet hurt, you wanted some candy you randomly remembered from your youth.

“Y/N, wait up.” He calls down the hall, clipboard in hand, probing at your mind as you turned on your heel.

“Do you need help with something?” You ask him, tone perfectly pleasant, measured, polite.

He smiles, a winning, megawatt smile that he knows makes your heart flip. “I wanted to ask you the same thing.”

No reaction, you glance at your own clipboard then over his shoulder. “We’re really swamped today, I think we should each handle our own cases, it’ll get the work done faster.”

He steps closer, and you take a slight step back. “True, but you know that they say, many hands make light work.”

“They also say too many cooks spoil the broth.” You tell him, holding your clipboard in front of you like a shield.

Miguel steps back, giving you space, hand going to his neck sheepishly, he can’t read you, your mind is a wall, and his thoughts are bouncing off it so pathetically he wants to scream. “Did I do something? If I did, I apologize, I never meant to—"

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got it.” You cut him off gently, giving him a small smile. It’s a pale imitation of your normal radiance, and he feels cold, covered in grave dirt clawing his way up for air again.

“Of course, I’ll see you around?” He tries, fighting the urge to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

“We’re swamped, Miguel.” You say noncommittally, already heading towards the lab.

Miguel corners Janey in the kitchen, sliding her an extra bag of chips as a bribe.

“Hey Miguel, what’s up?” She asks, taking the chips and opening them.

“Is everything okay with Y/N?”

Janey chews thoughtfully. “Have you asked her if everything’s okay?”

“I tried; she’s avoiding me.”

“You think she’s avoiding you.”

“I know she is.” He says flatly, casting his gaze around the abandoned kitchen.

“Look, Miguel, breakups are hard enough as is, but when your ex is psycho and keeps finding ways to contact you, that makes it even worse.” She says, pursing her lips, disdain for Todd rolling off her in waves.

“He’s been contacting her?” He’s going to kill Todd, rip him limb from limb and leave them for the beasts to feed upon.

“Yeah, he goes between begging to get back with her and bitching her out.” She rolls her eyes. “Small dick energy, is such an ick.”

Miguel nods, though he’s not entirely sure what she means by that. Slang comes and goes so quickly, he never learns what it means until it’s too late, but he can make an educated guess for this one.

“Someone should just kill him or something.” Janey mumbles.

Someone should.

Two weeks later, he can’t believe his luck. Truly, the gods have finally blessed him because there’s Todd, standing by your car, arms crossed, a face like thunder. Miguel’s been done with work for hours, but he can’t leave until you do, can’t let you walk to your car alone in the dark without at least being within earshot. You two are one of the few people left tonight, like most nights, and the others are the night cleaning crew who put their headphones on and get to work. But now Todd is here, and you, sweet, beautiful, are still inside finishing up a report, which means he has Todd all to himself.

It’s pathetic, the way Todd all but cowers than attempt to puff out his chest, chin tilting up in defiance when he approaches. “Miguel, right? Y/N’s friend who’s got a crush on her.”

“Todd right, Y/N’s ex who cheated on her?” Miguel says, a smirk toying at his lips at the way Todd bristles.

“That’s in the past. Now that I’ve finally got her to agree to talk, she’ll see she was overreacting and run back to me.”

He can’t tell if Todd is incredibly arrogant, or incredibly stupid.

“Mind if I stay and watch?” Miguel asks, leaning against your car.

Your figure appears silhouetted by the light streaming out of the morgue’s back entrance. You’re still a good ways away, looking over your shoulder, probably wishing the night crew good night on your way out.

“You a masochist or something? Want to watch as she turns you down for me?” Todd snickers.

“Only a fool would choose you over me. I am a Duke, wealthy, powerful and you, you are nothing but a merchant’s bastard. Why would she ever love you?”

Miguel remembered when Todderick said that to him, spat in his face and had his men tear apart his shop. His consolation for the damaged goods had been the way you sat in his lap so prettily and cleaned his face with your own handkerchief, tears in your eyes as you apologized for Todderick’s behavior. He had kissed away your tears and ran his fingertips down your sides, exploring the intricate design of your gown, gazing at you in wonder.

You, who came from great wealth. A highborn lady bred to marry someone such as Todderick had rushed to his side as soon as you heard the news. You who attended to him so carefully, who reaffirmed your love for him over and over again, pleading with him to ignore Todderick’s words. He was successful, his shop did well, but the circumstance of his birth was one of shame, he could not escape that fact. You did not care though, you loved him despite the facts.

“Something like that.” Miguel drawls, raising a hand in greeting when you draw near.

“Todd? Miguel? What are you guys doing?” You ask, holding your belongings close to your chest, eyes nervously darting around looking for an escape route.

Your thoughts are loud now, you’re too tired to conceal them, whether consciously or not, and he wishes they weren’t. You’ve gone to worst case scenarios first. They’re here to hurt you, to take revenge for the upset you’ve caused them, and you know you won’t be able to fight them off.

He feels the urge to vomit. He would never, could never harm you, nor force himself upon you, and to think the thought would ever enter your mind? Born of fear or not, he wishes he was cursed to die by the sun so he could chain himself to a tree and let the morning rays set him aflame.

He purposely makes his voice calm, soothing, adjusts his posture until he feels he’s as nonthreatening as he can be. “I was heading home and saw Todd by your car. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

You believe him, even if he couldn’t read your mind he sees it in your face, in the way you shift your weight ever so slightly towards him.

“You said we could talk, I’m here to talk.” Todd says, spreading his arms wide.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “I meant at a coffee shop, or a public park, not my work parking lot.”

Todd takes a step forward, Miguel watches him, alert, ready to grab him if needed. “Come on, don’t be like this.”

Miguel bites back a laugh. Like what? You’ll say, all angry and defensive.

“Like what?” You snap, just like he thought you would.

“Look, I know you still believe what you saw in the video, and I’ve accepted that I can’t change your mind, but I miss you.”

“So?”

“So, I think we can talk, and you know, there are some things you need to change for this to work but—”

“I need to change? Motherfucker, you cheated on me.” You laugh, the sound is short, bitter, piercing.

“No, I didn’t you just believe I did.”

“You’re fucking gaslighting me, again. Do you think I’m stupid?” Your eyes snap to Miguel’s burning with fury, searching for validation that you’re not crazy, that you saw what you saw.

He nods, pushing off your car and pulling himself up to his full height.

“I didn’t say that, you just don’t understand deep fakes, and what they can do with AI, it’s crazy, seriously, once we’re back together I’ll have to tell you all about it.” Todd says, reaching out for your shoulder.

Miguel clenches and unclenches his hands, eyes on you, burrowing into your own, waiting for you to do something, anything.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You say, pushing Todd’s hand away before it can land.

“You’re such a bitch.”

Your jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

Todd throws his hands up in surrender. “There, I said it. You’re a bitch y/n, a frigid bitch. A waste of my fucking time, a damn burden that I’m finally free of. Now I can go fuck somebody who isn’t broken.”

Your breath catches in your throat, tears welling in your eyes, and Miguel sees red.

I wish he’d just fucking die. Your thoughts are miserable and loud, and it is all Miguel needs to act.

 He lunges, slamming Todd into your car, the metal creaking under the force of the blow.

“Y/N, get in my car, close your eyes.” He growls, not even looking over his shoulder as he tosses you his car keys. He’s parked on the other side of the lot, and he hears your frantic footsteps dart off in that direction.

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Todd wheezes, panic bright in his eyes.

He doesn’t answer, his fist slamming into Todd’s jaw over and over again, hand bloodied, the crack of bones and teeth along with the rasps of breath from Todd’s punctured lung fill the air.

“Stop, stop, shit, please, dude, fucking roid rage ass, if I die, you’re going to jail.” Todd coughs out, one eye swollen shut.

Miguel laughs, fangs elongating, claws digging into Todd’s skin.

Todd’s one open eye widens. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.”

“You didn’t listen, Todderick; I swore I’d kill you if you ever hurt y/n. Now, perhaps I did not make myself painfully clear, but actions have consequences. You made my wife cry, so now I am going to kill you.”

Miguel grabs Todd’s jaw, wrenching it closed as he bites down, ripping his throat out in one clean motion before spitting it out onto the pavement. It’s the same with his limbs, letting them fall to the ground until there’s nothing but a mess of flesh and bone. It’s quick work, his breathing heavy as he tosses Todd’s mangled body into the woods, near a wolf’s den he spotted months before. The wolves will eat well, and he has satiated his need for revenge.

It will rain tonight, the storm will wash away the blood, no one will notice, he’s killed before, they never notice.

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[viviennevermillion]

hi hi! this is my first time requesting something hsr wmqomq, may i request a small comfort fic with dan heng? with the reader being constantly fearful of doing something wrong, even if they have solid ideas on how to move forward or to work, because they feel as though one mistake will ruin things for others + will ruin others' perception of themselves (especially dan heng's perception towards them); preferably, the premise being dan heng comforting and reassuring them.

i hope you have a great and wonderful day / night over there!

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: finally doing this request and there's no better time for it because the dan heng brainrot is strong today. reblogs and comments are appreciated.

✧ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: dan heng x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, mentions of dan heng's past life, fluff, pre-relationship

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: you matter to me — natalie weiss, brad greer

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: insecurities

Your eyes felt tired after you been awake for too long and you wondered whether your mind was ever going to give you the peace you deserved. You had reflected on the events of today, moving through the activities you did as if they were a list of points to check in order to evaluate a performance. You pondered on the breakfast you shared with Dan Heng and Mr. Yang, questioning whether the latter had been so cut-off and distant in his responses because of something you said or something that had nothing to do with you at all. You weren't sure whether you did your chores around the Express well enough for Himeko to be satisfied or whether she was going to talk to you tomorrow, asking you to be a bit more thorough. You had been tired and it felt like energy was a precious resource that you did not have the privilege of obtaining today.

And then there was Dan Heng. The thought of him made you smile instantly. The way his hair looked messy still from the night when he joined you at the breakfast table, taking a sip of his coffee and yawning as if he, too, regretted not getting enough sleep that night. You remembered the feeling of sitting idly next to him on the train, both of you reading books and enjoying each other's company without saying a word. As long as you were with him, though he did not speak much, everything felt comfortable and safe. As though you had found a refuge with another person, someone who reassured you that he'd be there; strengthening you and accepting you as you were; without even actively trying.

It was only when you were alone again, that doubts started to creep back into your mind. Doubts about whether he truly enjoyed your presence. Or whether he liked you but found that it was exhausting to be around you. Like you needed too much help or made too many mistakes. Maybe he felt like he needed to work extra hard to make up for your shortfall.

You had finished your second cup of tea for the night, cleaning the cup on the small kitchen counter near everyone's rooms before putting it back into the cupboard. You had seen that the lights in the archives were still on, meaning that Dan Heng had either passed out on his desk with his nose in a book or the man whose appreciation you craved more than anyone else's was still awake, possibly struggling to fall asleep just as much as you were.

You were pacing around the hallway, debating whether or not to knock on your crewmate's door, but feeling like it would probably anger him if you did. You had hesitated in front of the archives for a moment before deciding that it was probably best if you just went back to your room and tried to sleep for at least a couple of hours. Just when you were about to leave, the door to Dan Heng's room opened; your Vidyadhara friend peeking through the opening to look at you with a questioning expression. "Did you need anything?", he asked, making sure his voice was quiet enough as to not wake March in the room next to his, "I heard you walking around here and stopping in front of the archives... I don't mind if you need help with something. I wasn't sleeping anyway."

“Oh I was just…”, you awkwardly put a hand on your neck trying to remember what you even expected to happen if you had knocked on his door, “I just couldn’t sleep. Made myself tea.” Dan Heng nodded and let out a sigh. “I haven’t been sleeping well either…”, he admitted, opening the door a little more for you, “would you like to come in for another cup of tea?” You needed a moment to process the question. Dan Heng rarely ever took the initiative and invited people to his room if it wasn’t to help them out with missions or questions that could be answered with the help of the Astral Express archives. So you nodded and took him up on the invitation, watching your friend prepare two cups of tea. A honey & orange flavored one for you and darjeeling for himself. You wondered whether he just associated different tea flavors with all his friends. Weirdly enough, that was something you could see him doing.

“So… why is it that you can’t sleep?”, you asked, sitting down on his desk chair, “is there some super important research topic that you are mulling over?” Dan Heng sat down on his mattress again, putting the tea beside him on the ground. “Not really”, he shook his head and sighed; hesitating for a moment as if debating whether he should open up to you further, “I get a lot of nightmares… they’ve gotten worse since we went to the Luofu.” “Oh”, you whispered quietly, now feeling a little awkward about the whole thing, “I’m sorry if I brought up a sensitive subject by asking that… just… know that if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.” Dan Heng nodded with a soft smile on his face. “Thank you. I appreciate that”, he replied with a genuine expression, “you didn’t hit a sore spot, it’s alright. But it’s only fair now that you tell me what’s keeping you up as well.” Much to your surprise, Dan Heng proceeded to pat the mattress and invite you to sit down next to him. You did as he had gestured and thought about how honest you wanted to allow yourself to be around him. “Hey do… do you ever think I’m making too many mistakes?”, you looked down, not feeling comfortable enough to look into his eyes while asking that question, “like I’m not doing enough for the Express? That I’m holding you guys back? I guess that’s something I’ve been… worried about… for a while now.” 

Dan Heng seemed surprised at your question. “I had no idea you felt that way”, he spoke calmly, “truth be told, no such thought ever occurred to me about you and I doubt the other crew members feel that way either. Well, except for Pom-Pom maybe; but they’re like that with all of us, so I wouldn’t take it personally.” He smiled when he realized that got a chuckle out of you. 

“We all make mistakes”, he then continued, “I mean; March once wanted to see if she could jump from one train car to the other while it was driving so the bar is technically in hell… but that’s beside the point. Being a part of this team isn’t a performance or something you have to be good at. It’s a path you choose to walk alongside us and there’s a place here for anyone who needs it. Himeko taught me that much…” It hadn’t flown over your head that Dan Heng had gotten much more comfortable with the rest of the crew since your return from the Xianzhou Luofu and it felt as though he had really accepted the Express as his new home. You supposed a home wouldn’t judge you for imperfections and mistakes, so long as you were willing to help it grow and prosper. So in that way, you could look up to his new-found resolve. “You’ve grown”, you remarked with a smile on your face.

Dan Heng reciprocated your smile, looking into your eyes with a gentle expression. “Perhaps that’s the real goal of this journey”, he shrugged, “so if you look at it that way, being without flaws or mistakes would really be the worst trait for a trailblazer. And don’t worry too much, okay? From what I’ve seen so far, you’ve been a big help on this journey. So don’t be too hard on yourself. There’s many people who’d tell you that I could never make up for the amount of mistakes I made. That they’re what defines me. But nothing good comes out of worrying about them all the time.”

You nodded, thinking about his words for a moment. Dan Heng’s reasonable demeanor was soothing for your worries and it reminded you why you felt so comfortable whenever you were around him. He allowed you look at the thoughts spiraling in your head from an objective perspective, though you weren’t quite sure how he managed to do it every time. 

“Hey… uh…”, now it was his turn to feel a little awkward, “you can always reach out to me if you ever need an outside opinion on whatever you worry about. And if you want to we could… lay down here a bit. Maybe it would be easier to sleep that way…” You could feel your cheeks heating up at the suggestion and you felt flustered and nervous; yet this was too good of an opportunity to pass up on. You nodded and Dan Heng handed you an extra blanket, allowing you to make yourself comfortable beside him. 

Your eyes widened when he put his hand on top of yours. “Is this alright for you?”, he asked, making sure that the reassuring gesture did not unnerve you. “It is… it’s comforting”, you admitted quietly, focusing on the soft skin of his hand on top of yours and how he gently started caressing your fingers with his own. “I think so too”, he smiled as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax next to him; the worries having been replaced by butterflies in your stomach and the feeling of being loved before you had even noticed. 

“Have a little faith in yourself, alright? And in us too”, Dan Heng whispered, squeezing your hand in a gentle manner, “we’re your friends and we care about you. I care about you. A few mistakes along the way could never change that.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face and the reassurance that Dan Heng valued you for who you were, rather than what you accomplished. You were eager to see how your bond could grow in the future if both of you could learn to lean on each other a little more when needed.

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[drabblesandimagines]

reader comforts Clive after a nightmare?? I love ur writing sm <3

Thank you, anon! I've had this in my drafts for a while. Just some soft comfort, maybe a bit angsty! I hope you enjoy x

Compromises

Clive Rosfield x reader

You awaken from a dreamless sleep, too exhausted by the day’s activities to dream, to find the chambers in darkness and dawn still a few hours away. You nuzzle your face back down into your pillow and close your eyes, expecting sleep to reclaim you quickly, dismissing whatever woke you up in the first place when a heartbreaking whimper echoes around the room.

Clive.

You sit up then, wide awake - surprised you don’t rouse him from how you make the bed shake in your haste. Clive’s lying on his front, topless, a hand nestled under his cheek. His hair is more disheveled than usual, though you thought you would have awoken earlier if he’d been tossing and turning to such a degree. His brows are furrowed and his face twitches and a whimper of your name emits from his lips.

You’re struck by indecision – should you attempt to wake him, or is safer to let him wake himself? You wrack your brain, trying to remember if Tarja had ever shared any advice on the matter over the years spent together, moving cautiously to the edge of the bed to think.

There is no further time for deliberation as Clive wakes with a gasp, reaching out with one hand to your side of the mattress, hoping to find your slumbering form. When he can’t find the solace he so desperately craves, he pushes himself up, flustered – heart pounding, lungs heaving, eyes darting around - to find you sat nearer the edge of the bed, watching him carefully.

“Clive?” Your tone is cautious – not sure if he’s truly awake or still in the throes of his dream.

“Oh, thank the Founder,” he twists round and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pressing his face into your hair. “You… You’re all right. It felt so real.”

“A nightmare?”

“Yes,” he says on the exhale, sounding breathless.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” You ask, cautiously.

“In a moment. I just…” He presses a long kiss against your crown, and you can feel his heart pounding through your cheek upon his chest. “I just need a moment, my darling.”

“Take as many as you need.”

You stay in that position for a while, your arms looped around him as best you can, sitting in the quiet as he keeps his chin upon your crown, trying to steady his breaths.

“It was…” He swallows. “I dreamt that Barnabas… He… He had you in fetters.” An arm drops from around you, seeking your hand instead to press a kiss to the pulse point of your wrist. “He’d… He’d taken you.” His other hand begins to rub up and down your back, attempting to ground himself once more with your presence, the warmth of your body. “His sword at your throat. And I was close, I could see you, and he demanded for Ifrit to show. But… he wouldn’t come to me, no matter how much I willed him to. And you were screaming my name, begging me for my aid – and I… Founder, I…”

His voice breaks and you pull back at once, wrapping your arm around his head to pull him down against your own chest, pressing the side of his face against your heart in the hopes that hearing its beat would bring him a semblance of comfort. Warm tears soon soak into the fabric of your nightgown, Clive’s frame wracking with soft sobs.

You can say it wasn’t real, that it wouldn’t happen… But there’s no denying the way Barnabas Tharmr’s eyes had flitted between you and Jill in Kanver - moments after he’d sliced a building in two, moments before Clive had barely escaped with his life, followed by a chase across the sea to rescue Jill from the bowels of his ship.

How Odin had taunted that he’d taken the wrong treasure with the way Clive screamed when the Enterprise was attacked.

You know what you need to say because he would never ask you to, so his subconscious has done it instead - but the words don’t come immediately. You settle for rubbing your palm in wide circles on his back, press kisses to his crown – try to give him any semblance of the comfort he gives you when you’re wrapped up in his arms, feeling the world is too much.

There’s a soft hiccup, a loud sniff as he lifts his head from your chest, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

He looks beautiful.

You chase his retreat and place a hand on his scarred cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He places his hand over yours, kissing you back in return, though not with his usual vigor - tinged with salt.

You’ll do this for him, no matter how much the idea hurts.

“I’ll stay.” You whisper.

There’s a pause. “What?”

You lean your forehead against his, wet your lips with your tongue even though they’re not dry.

“I won’t go to Ash. I’ll stay.”

He kisses you, fiercely.

“Thank you.”

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[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter Twenty Four - Dagger

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The sun isn’t brightening the sky yet, but you’re awake. 

Laying on your side in the magnificent bed, the plush covers tucked up around your chin to ward off the morning chill, you let your mind wander.  

With bleary eyes, you stare out of the window across from the bed. Mourning Doves coo softly just outside the glass. 

Frost lines the panes, it crackles against the heat coming from inside the room. 

Both you and Seungmin were so tired when you arrived last night that when the house staff showed you to your room, you both collapsed into bed without a second thought. 

Truly, you didn’t even have an opportunity to gawk at the single bed in the room. But, at this point, part of you was desensitized to it. 

It seems the only place you don’t share a bed anymore is back in Miroh; and that’s becoming a rarity too. 

Not that you were complaining; it was nice having another presence to wake up to. It had been too many years of sleeping on your own.

There’s some shuffling on the bed behind you as Seungmin turns over in his sleep and readjusts the blankets. You keep still. 

He settles again and his breathing evens out once more. 

His soft puffs through his nose are barely audible over the sound of the fireplace in the room on top of the Mourning Doves, but you can hear it if you really focus. Out of all the men you’ve slept beside, he’s definitely the quietest. 

Jeongin, on the other hand, was definitely the loudest. There was one morning you contemplating shoving cotton in your ears to block the snoring; or shove a pillow over his face. 

But like he is in his everyday life, Seungmin is silent. His sleepy calmness rubs off on you so you bask in it. 

And in just a few hours, you were going to be whisked away by ladies maids to get you primped and pressed for the masquerade. 

Another first for you. 

A part of you wants to balk at the idea of getting dressed up and squeezing into that gown; it wants to puff out your chest and say you’re a warrior, you don’t need to do any of this. 

But the other part— the much larger part— is giddy beyond belief. Your whole life you’ve read stories about girls getting ready for balls, dancing the night away, eating and drinking fancy foods and wines and you’ve pined for it. 

You can still remember one particular book where the main character ate oysters with champagne strawberry mignonette. For weeks, your mouth watered just thinking about it. 

Will they have food like that here? 

Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you let a smile split your face as you curl into the covers more. 

You fight the tiny giggle that tries to bubble to the surface. 

Just a few more hours until you can pretend to be a lady for an entire night. 

Lady Sigyn Reylar. Engaged to Lord Skye Heivan.

Carefully, you turn and look behind you at the sleeping lump of blankets that is Kim Seungmin. 

Like you, he’s laying on his side, his cheek pressed into the pillow, puckering his lips a bit. His hair is tousled and sticking out in different directions. 

His eyelids twitch and his throat bobs with a swallow. A soft puff of air comes out of his nose with an exhale. 

Smiling, you turn slowly to face him more. 

Your eyes scan all over his sleeping face. He looks like a slumbering baby like this, not a hardened rogue who slinks around in the shadows. 

Before you can stop yourself, your fingers come up from under the blanket and up to his peaceful face. 

With a featherlight touch, you brush his bangs from his eyes. 

You don’t even get to complete the gesture, your hand is snatched up in a tight grip like a cobra striking out. Seungmin’s eyes snap open, obviously alarmed and still confused. 

His other hand slides under his pillow just as quickly. 

“Seungmin!” You hiss between your teeth before he can do anything. 

If a rogue reaches under his pillow, you can only guess what he was about to pull on you. 

Recognition lights up in his sleep heavy eyes and he pauses his jerky movements to stare at you. His breathing now heavy. 

You both stare at each other for a long moment.

“It is just me, Seungmin.” 

The grip on your hand unclenches, but he doesn’t drop it completely. He keeps your wrist held in his long fingers and brings both of your hands back down to the bed. 

While keeping your eyes on him, you’re watching his brain come back to life. Obviously, you ripped him out of a very deep sleep. 

Seungmin blinks a few times, eyelids getting heavier and heavier each time. His brain pulling him back to dreamland. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, it comes out slurred. 

“It is quite alright,” you whisper back. “I apologize for startling you.”

His eyes close. “Do not fret. I am just not used to sharing a bed with anyone.” He face nuzzles into his pillow. 

“I was not trying to kill you.”

His fingers lace with yours and he pulls them under the warmth of the blankets. 

“I have heard that one before,” he teases. A pause. “I have said that one before, too.”

You snicker quietly and keep your eyes trained on his face. 

“Go back to sleep, Y/N, the sun is not up yet.” His voice is weaker as he drifts off again. 

You respond with a hum. 

After a few moments of watching the rogue fall asleep, you feel your own eyes begin to close. Seungmin’s hand is still wrapped around yours, twitching every once in a while. 

With a smile, you drift off again.

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Oh, you could get used to living like royalty. The scented bath you relaxed in for a bit was just the beginning of your pampering journey. 

Various lotions and tonics were slathered all over your skin, making every inch of you soft and perfumed. 

Unfortunately, that meant that eyes were all over your naked skin.  

“Oh! My lady, what happened?” A chamber maid asked, pointing to your leg wound. 

“Ah,” you swallowed, mind reeling with possible excuses. “I had asked one of my father’s guards to train me in swordplay. It did not go well at all.”

The three helpers cooed and continued their work, being very careful of the wound.

Layers of makeup covered your face, two sets of hands worked on pinning your hair up in an elegant style. Various braids of all sorts of length and thickness are pinned up and around your face. A hod rod curls more of your hair before it's pinned up as well.

By watching the mirror in front of the vanity, you’re able to see the entire process of your transformation from start to finish.

“That lord of yours is easy on the eyes, hm?” One of the ladies giggles down to you while working on your hair. “I saw him in the hall earlier, I had to look thrice, I thought my eyes deceived me.”

“I saw him earlier,” another adds while she rubs more blush onto your cheeks. “The mysterious type.”

You smile softly to yourself. Might as well play the part, no? 

“Aye, he is rather good looking, I sure know how to choose them.” Partaking in their gossip makes you feel a tad bit giddy. 

Sitting on the stool in front of the vanity, you’re only wearing underclothes and a plush robe. Slipping into the dress is the last step of the process apparently. 

“Is he good to you?” The third asks, she’s more in front of you, curling pieces of hair that frame your face.

“Oh, he is very good to me.” You watch yourself in the mirror, allowing your eyes to study your own face. “He is always looking out for me, he makes sure I eat well and that I am taking care of myself.”

The ladies squeal and giggle.

“That type of man is so rare to come by these days,” she sighs dreamily. “Maybe one day I will find someone like him.”

“He seems like he is nothing like that ambassador.”

Your interest peaks immediately. 

“Is the ambassador bad to his women?”

The lady doing your makeup rolls her eyes. “Not necessarily bad, no. He just only cares for himself and his needs, let us put it that way.”

“He is a selfish man.” Another says blatantly. You look up at her; both of her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are pursed angrily.

“Be careful,” the one closest to her hisses and smacks her arm.

“It is alright, I will not say anything,” you reassure them. 

“It is true, though. The ambassador moves from woman to woman so fast I can hardly keep up! The new one in the house has only been here for a few months and any day now, I am telling you, there will be a new tart walking the halls and giving us orders.”

The other lady smacks her arm again, this time it’s a bit harsher. “These walls have ears and unless you want to lose your job I suggest you be quiet .”

A bored, flirty, insatiable man is the perfect target for you tonight. It almost seems too good to be true. 

“Fine, fine.” She looks down at you with wide eyes and mouths: “ It is true, though. ”

You giggle to yourself and look back in the mirror.

Everything just looks so… perfect. Down to the very last detail. Every twist and bend to your hair is calculated and gorgeous, the paint on your face highlights every beautiful contour of your face.

You’ve never felt this confident about your appearance before– never cared to, either. 

“Alright, then,” the one lady says happily, leaning back to admire her work on your makeup. “I think we are ready to get you dressed then.”

Your heart leaps in your chest and you look behind you at the gown on the mannequin, everything laid out around it. You suppress the urge to bite your lip nervously, not wanting to ruin the makeup that was just painted on it.

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Okay, maybe corsets were not everything you thought they would be.

It took two of them to get you laced into the deathtrap while you held onto the back of a chair for dear life. 

Aren’t you supposed to be able to breathe? It feels like something you shouldn’t have to sacrifice in order to look good for a gala. 

One of the ladies carefully adjusts the mask over your eyes.

The only thing missing from your outfit was the holster on your thigh. That was going to have to wait until you had a moment to yourself to put on. There was no way you would be able to explain that to the ladies that were helping you. 

“I know we spoke about how you were lucky to have Lord Heivan, but…” she trails off and takes a step back from you, looking over your appearance from head to toe. “I think that he is the lucky one, no?”

The other two ladies maids watch from behind her with easy smiles on their faces. They both nod in agreement. 

As if on cue, a sharp couple of knocks hit against the hard wood of the door.

“Come in!” you call out. 

Seungmin’s voice enters the room before his body does. “Is my lady ready for me to steal her aw–?”

His voice catches in his throat when he sets his eyes on you in the middle of the room. You’re lucky you weren’t mid sentence either otherwise you would’ve done the same thing. 

Chan had mentioned that your dress was going to match Seungmin’s suit, but you didn’t quite grasp how much he was going to match, or how well the suit was going to be tailored to him.

A majority of the suit was all black: the jacket, pants, and undershirt. But the vest was made out of the same dark purple material that your dress was, his tie as well. A purple pocket square was folded neatly near his lapel. 

Hanging from one of the buttons was a long silver chain that ran down to his pocket, most likely connected to a pocket watch.  

A mask identical to yours– just a bit more masculine– sat on his face. His bangs brushed out of his eyes and styled just as perfectly as your hair is.

With wide eyes, Seungmin stares at you for a long few moments, his hand still holding the handle on the door. 

His grip tightens on the brass door handle, you can see the tendons in his wrist flex a bit before he finally lets go. Slowly but surely he’s trying ro regain his composure. 

“She looks gorgeous, right, my lord?” One of the girls teases.

Seungmin clears his throat quickly. “Aye,” he answers quickly, his voice is hoarse and taught. “Gorgeous is… an understatement.”

By The Six, he’s laying it on thick, isn’t he?

“Well,” one of the ladies maids says, her tone is teasing, like a mother would talk. “We will leave you two to make any… last minute adjustments before heading down to the masquerade. I am sure the festivities have already started.”

The three of them make their way to the door. 

You’re still holding intense eye contact with Seungmin. 

“It was a pleasure, Lady Sigyn.” They all curtsy at you. “Lord Heivan.” Another curtsy.

Seungmin steps out of the way as the three of them exit the door. Once they’re out in the hallway, he shuts the door behind them. It settles in the frame with a resounding click .

Holding your gaze, Seungmin steps closer to you, the heels of his shoes click against the stone floor of the room, reverberating off the stone walls. 

Fidgeting with the dress beneath your fingers, the velvet slides around under your touch.

He stops right in front of you, looking down through his mask with stormy eyes.

You drop into a small bow-like curtsy, “My lord.” You tease, your gaze dipped down to the floor.

Seungmin gently reaches out and places a finger under your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “You look breathtaking, Y/N.”

Sheepishly, you try to look away from his intense, dark eyes, but his hold on your face is strong. “Thank you, Seungmin.” Your eyes venture down to his suit once more. “I have to say, I rather like your suit as well.”

He smirks. “Does it suit me well?”

“Aye, the color purple does wonders for you.”

He hums with a smile and drops his hand. “Why thank you, my lady.” He holds out his arm to you. “Shall we?”

You hold up a hand. “Ah, there is one last piece I need to adorn before we can go down to the ball. I could not have the ladies' maids help me with this, I am afraid.”

Stepping away from him, you walk over to the large chest and rifle through the inside, pulling out the thigh holster.

“I may need your assistance with this, I cannot really move in this blasted corset.” 

“Of course.” Again, his voice sounds strained. But, you decide not to think anything of it as you walk closer to him.

You hand the holster over to him, he takes it gingerly.

“Maybe you should take a seat so that you can bunch up the skirts?” He proposes looking down at the gown. 

“Oh,” you start and look down. “No need.” You run your hand down the fabric and pull the slit aside to reveal your leg.

Seungmin makes a choking noise in the back of his throat. Your head snaps up to look at him. A prominent blush covers the bridge of his nose and spreads up to his ears. If it weren’t for the mask, you’re sure that you would’ve seen an entirely new expression on his face. 

“Is everything alright?”

Before you can get the entire question out, he nods sharply and toys with the leather holster in his hands. His throat bobs with a gulp.

“The slit was clever, no?” You look back down at it, your fingers running down the split and toying with it. “It was Minho’s idea, it is for a dagger.”

Another hoarse hum comes from the rogue. “Aye, it is very clever, indeed. Remind me to give Minho my thanks when we return to Miroh.”

Slowly, Seungmin kneels down in front of you. His gaze stays on your leg. 

“I owe him… many, many thanks, it seems.”

It’s not until his knees hit the floor that you fully grasp what is about to happen. 

He reaches up slowly to move the fabric away from your leg. An involuntary shiver leaves your lips at the intimate action. He brushes it away with featherlight gentleness. 

With one hand, he reaches forward and wraps his fingers around your knee to pull your leg forward a bit. His touch sends goosebumps right up your skin.

Your jaw clenches. 

Leaning your balance on one leg, you let Seungmin pull your foot up to rest your fancy shoe on his clothed thigh. To stabilize yourself even more, you grab onto one of his shoulders for support. 

His face is so close to your exposed skin, you can feel his slightly shaky exhales all over. It does nothing to get rid of the goosebumps plaguing your entire body. 

Nimble fingers reach up and wrap the holster around your thigh. His fingers brush against your leg entirely more than you think to be necessary. 

He adjusts the height higher and higher, his knuckles brushing against every inch of exposed flesh.

Seungmin buckles the holster around your thigh, the leather strap sliding into place and sitting comfortably on your skin.

You can’t help but stare down at him while he fastens the holster to your body.

A shiver runs up your spine like a zipper when he lets out a particularly deep exhale. He licks his lips and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. 

From the floor, he looks up at you and meets your searing gaze with his own. One of Seungmin’s hands is still on the side of your thigh, the other slides down the entire expanse of your leg, memorizing every curve and bump until it rests around your ankle, fingers wrapping around it and squeezing gently.

“How is that?” he whispers up to you with bright eyes and pursed lips. “Secure?” His breath is so hot on your already searing skin. He tugs on the holster slightly. 

Gulping, you nod down to him. “Aye, it is perfect.”

Seungmin hums and looks down at the holster, still empty. He cocks his head to the side. “Almost.” 

In a fluid motion, he reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out his own dagger. It’s simple in design with a silver handle. It’s beautifully clean and classic– like him. 

The grip on your ankle tightens a bit.

Painfully slow, Seungmin drags the dagger up your long leg. You can hear the sound of the metal scratching lightly against your skin. The coldness of the blade is a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. 

He slides it up the entire length of your leg and to your thigh before sheathing it into the holster.

By the time the dagger is put away, your entire body is flushed and quaking with an unknown want. 

“There,” he says under his breath. “ Now it is perfect.”

Every inch of your skin feels like it's on fire. 

He looks back up at you from the floor, the hand by the holster splays out over your entire thigh, fingers pressing into the flesh, like he wants to brand his very fingerprints into your body.

You reach up and brush away one of the strands of hair that had fallen down over his forehead.

Absentmindedly, he leans into your touch.

The way he’s looking up at you through the holes in his mask leaves your mind in shambles. 

“You are too good to me, my lord,” you murmur down to Seungmin. Your fingers card through his styled hair.

His grip tightens once more. 

“Nay, my lady.” He squeezes your thigh. “I am simply treating you how you deserve.”

His hand runs down from your thigh to your knee, helping you find your balance on the floor once more. Fuzzy feelings still wrack your nerves as Seungmin stands to his full height above you once more.

Like before, he holds out his elbow for you to take.Your hand slips through his arm, Seungmin brings you closer to his body.

“Are you ready, my beloved Lady Sigyn?” He smiles down at you. 

“I was born ready, my darling Lord Skye.”

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #stray kids fantasy au #skz fantasy au #animals without direction

[beemaya]

Harry had been nursing his drink for what seemed like hours when the rookie found him. He still couldn’t get used to the respect and some sort of messed up admiration in the eyes of newcomers. What was there to admire? He had never possessed the attributes of a good leader, had made so many mistakes to keep him awake till morning hours and after every mission he had prepared, he thought about better ways that would surely save at least a little bit more of his friends and the new kids whose names he always tried to remember. But he never thought about those better plans at the right time, always too late.

So the fact that the kids were seeking him, of all people, for advice and words of wisdom, meant that the Army had reached a new level of low.

He had stopped trying to say something meaningful long time ago. Or was it last week? Harry wasn’t sure. But he could handle the questions, he could tell them something horribly plain and impersonal. “Try to stay alive” and “Just focus on the task ahead”. It couldn’t get to him. Very little could, Harry thought.

“Captain Crosby,” the kid nodded, standing somewhat awkwardly next to Harry, ordering a drink.

They were quiet for a while, Harry being too tired to fake interest or to lie to the replacement without absolutely having to, the kid probably too shy to actually speak. Maybe it was a bet between him and his friends, go talk to some senior. Harry could remember his friends doing something like that back in States. God, it seemed like different life, when they were all alive and living, laughing and thinking things couldn’t be much worse than the training camp with thin mattresses and five types of meals rotating. Some past life, indeed.

“Can I ask you something, sir?” the boy finally spoke, making Harry tilt his head toward him. “Sure.”

“Has it always been like this?” Harry’s eyes widened. “This…I don’t know, quiet?”

The place was buzzing with voices and music, but Harry knew what the boy meant. The energy wasn’t loud and overwhelming, not like it used to be back in the day, when the 100th first got here. It was more reserved, certain tension lingering around the corners, threatening to suffocate them all if they weren’t careful. The weight of all the ghosts was right there, a never leaving presence, seemingly non-existing entity.

“You know, it feels like all of you older people are waiting for something to burst in through the door.” Someone, was Harry’s immediate thought and it startled him, even more than the kid’s observation itself.

What was he supposed to say? How do you explain to a 19-year-old boy who has no idea what war truly means apart from reduction of food and some commonly available items? That the longer you stayed here, the more you lost? That you found yourself stuck in a place where you knew, logically, that some people simply weren’t coming back, and yet still eyed the door hopefully whenever they opened?

There just was no way to describe what had been lost. Who. No words to cover the horrors, that the older ones saw and the new-comers were about to get in touch with all too soon. How could Harry tell the living kid, that all the empty spaces used to be just like him, once, ages ago? He could never get close to embodying his best friend in the whole world, Bubbles, who had seen in Harry everything, that Harry could never really believe he actually had. Who encouraged him, made him laugh, who never made mean fun of him. Or Brady, who had covered for Harry’s mistake and had never taken it against him. Or Curt, with all his talk about his true nationality, his too-soon-asked questions, and jokes and box abilities. He was the first of the huge gaps, one of the most notable deaths. The silence after his last mission roared even louder than any other before.

The one truly impossible to put into words was the disappearance of the two Bucks. How it had felt as if the very heart of the base had been ripped out and the body itself had been, still was, moving only because of some messed up law of inertia. Even if Harry tried, the kid could never understand who those two were, with their constant touching and banter, never-leaving each other’s side, Bucky’s laugh and god-awful singing and Buck’s smirk and this sweet something in his eyes whenever he was looking at his best friend that the whole squadron collectively decided not to question.

Harry was spiraling deeper and deeper into his memories, tender smile forming on his chapped lips, as he let the ghosts from corners and empty seats and beds bury him. Because he forgot to be careful, he forgot to hide, to pretend and now the ghost were breathing his air, controlling his mind a crushing his heart.

“Captain?” the kid dared to speak again, his dark eyes wide, unsure how to react to Harry’s silence and the look on Harry’s face, the pity and sadness. “Just be glad you will never be the last one left.” This was, Harry knew, hardly a response to the question but that was simply everything he could tell the boy without crumbling to pieces.

#mota #harry crosby #john egan #gale cleven #curtis biddick #bubbles payne

[axailslink]

I don't belong here

Shuri Udaku x non wakndan poc FEM reader

Summary: Shuri starts speaking to the reader about something she isn't too keen on agreeing with and forgets her strength a bit. (this is not an abuse fic Shuri hits a headboard not the reader we don't do that abuse shit here.)

A/n: I guess we could say this is in the Strictly Professional reality meaning the reader is well...grown as fuck and she speaks her mind. This is after Shuri invites her back to her hotel like way after and they're engaged. However this is a stand alone fic you don't have to read those to read this.

Snippet from the fic: “ "You've invited me to your home but you know I can't stay..." You can feel Shuri's vibe change as she looks at you waiting for you to finish your statement. "This is not my home Shuri I have a job and my mother" Shuri nods slowly. ”

This all started by you waking up in a hotel room after a not-so-strictly professional dinner meeting with Shuri Udaku who has now been appointed queen and protector of Wakanda. That's how this all started that's how the ring on your finger found its way to your hand and how you found yourself in a queen-sized bed in Shuri's bedroom in Wakanda with her laying on your bare chest. You've been awake for about an hour but Shuri is more sound and can sleep all day if she's truly comfortable and your chest is her most comfortable spot to lay. You love this new part of your day where you'll wake up after an eventful night of lovemaking and her sound asleep on your chest but it's going to kill you when this is to end. You break from your thoughts and gently play with her curls causing her to stir a bit "you have a meeting today" you mumble in Shuri's ear and she mumbles something in Xhosa causing you to curl your brows in confusion. She does that sometimes forgetting you don't speak her native language but you pay attention trying to remember small snippets of what she says. Shuri loves that you care about that sometimes you'll try to speak it back but fail when you forget what to say next which only gets a small laugh out of Shuri. "What?" Shuri mumbles again into your chest "intlanganiso namhlanje? (Meeting today?)" You think long and hard only recognizing one-word meeting. "I'm not going to lie and say I have any idea of what you've just said but I know you said something about today's "meeting" " Shuri nods before sitting up and unwrapping her hair "meeting today?" You nod.

"so "intlanganiso namhlanje" is meeting today?" She nods and you sigh "I'm going to learn... Eventually." Shuri smiles and takes your hand in hers "you insist on learning on your own when I could teach you. Truly a stubborn woman you are." You shrug "I want to learn on my own" she nods "I understand but I could teach you sthandwa (my love)" you can't help but smile at one of the few phrases you do recognize because she says it to you so often. My love. You repeat it back to her "sthandwa." Shuri smiles and shakes her head "you're amazing" you shrug as you pull the bed sheets over your chest. "Why are you telling me things I already know?" Shuri only smiles as she rolls on her side and wraps her arm around your torso while you admire the ring on your hand. "You've invited me to your home but you know I can't stay..." You can feel Shuri's vibe change as she looks at you waiting for you to finish your statement. "This is not my home Shuri I have a job and my mother" Shuri nods slowly.

Shuri isn't one to take no for an answer she proposed to you after so many days of practicing and still got it wrong when she asked you she invited you to her home just to see what could be. "You want to go home?" You nod slowly rubbing her back. "I want you to make this your home and bring your mother she'd love it here" you can hear the obvious worry in Shuri's voice now because when she speaks it's shaky and she won't look at you now. "Shuri I don't belong here I don't know the language I love you but I don't belong here I mean shit I don't even know the culture." Shuri sits up now hitting the headboard behind you causing you to wince at the sudden impact she just made out of annoyance. "You can learn the language and the culture it feels like you just want to leave me Y/n." You glance at the cracked wooden headboard behind you and then at Shuri. "You're getting upset and truth be told you're scaring me" Shuri glances at the headboard and gets up slowly. "No, I didn't mean to... Fuck!" Shuri carefully backs away from the bed mumbling to herself but now you're up realizing what you said has hit deeper than it should have.

"Uxolo sithandwa sam ndicela uxolo (I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry)" whenever Shuri is too upset or bothered by something it's like she goes back to default settings and she only speaks Xhosa. You're so lost right now "Hey Shuri I didn't mean it like that" you carefully grab her hands but she retracts them as if she's poisonous to your skin. "andifuni kukoyikisa (I don't want to scare you)" you wish you could comfort but she won't even let you get close with every step you take towards her she takes one back. "Stop Shuri stop please I didn't mean to say it like that but you just cracked your headboard with ease that's a little unsettling love." Shuri replies in Xhosa again "Ucinga ukuba ndingakwenzakalisa? (Do you think I could hurt you?)" you sigh and dig for your journal in her desk which you've used to say the boy of Xhosa you do know "Sthandwa sam andiyazi lento uthetha ngayo (My dear, I don't know what you are talking about)" Shuri sighs and rubs her hands down her face as if she's finally gotten all of her feelings out she finally starts to speak English again which should comfort you but you can't help but be worried still. "I'm sorry you probably didn't understand any of that" you nod "of course not hey I didn't mean you would hurt me ever. You've only been gentle with me in all ways possible I've noticed how your touches are delicate on my skin I notice the practice you put into learning how to be soft with me I see that. You would never hurt me black panther strength and all so stop this please."

Even though your words are genuine they don't cut into Shuri's mind as deeply as they need to because she's still thinking about how she cracked her headboard at the thought you would leave her because of difficulties with her culture. You back hug her gently holding on to her waist "I could hurt you" you scoff and roll your eyes as you kiss her naked back "you wouldn't hurt a fly" Shuri smiles just a bit and looks down at you. "I apologize just the thought of someone leaving me upsets me I thought I had worked through that obviously not and I never want you to see me-" you interrupt before this gets really emotional while you're still in your birthday suit. "Shuri I know what you lost you lost family I wasn't there at the time but I know. I don't blame you for that and you shouldn't either. I'm not leaving for long I have to help my mother pack is all." Shuri turns around so quickly you're laughing when she does.

"Really you're going to stay?" You shrug "it's beautiful here the people the culture my fiancée I couldn't leave it if I wanted to you made me realize that just a moment ago. I'm not saying this out of guilt because trust and believe I will say what's on my mind. I can bring work here that's what laptops are for and bringing my mother here may allow her to finally get that vacation she's always wanted. Plus we should probably tell her we're engaged I've been avoiding that." Shuri nods agreeing "avoiding?" You nod "yes because well uhm there're a few factors like you're the queen of a city and the protector and I love you." Shuri smiles although you've dated for the longest time and are engaged the words "I love you" are rare to hear from you so when you did say it she can't help but smile in return.

"Soze ndiyeke ukukuthanda (I will never stop loving you)" you laugh because she knows damn well you have no idea what she just said, "what?" Shuri laughs and shakes her head "don't worry I'll say it so much you'll have no choice but to find out what it means." You gently peck her lips and pick her up causing Shuri to widen her eyes. "Why do you do this?" You shrug "you may have super human strength but you still weigh as much as a pea I'm asserting dominance." Shuri smiles "asserting dominance?" You nod and Shuri pinches your nipple causing you to drop her on the bed and she rolls over laughing. "Panther you have a meeting to attend" Okoye's voice is one easily recognizable so you both share glances before you widen your eyes because you yourself completely forgot. "Shit" Shuri starts looking for clothing while you get comfortable in her bed again "ah ah ah no you are to attend this meeting too." You shake your head "me? Attend?" She nods "yes we need to speak of your wifely duties of Wakanda" you raise a brow "I have nothing to wear I can't wear my work clothes or jeans what do I wear?" Shuri opens her closet and the door before walking back to her dresser "Okoye could you have some ladies come and assist her? She does not know what to wear. I think she would look beautiful in my mother's colors."

You cover yourself quickly not too accepting to see Okoye glance at your nudeness before leaving. "I'm naked" Shuri nods "we came into the world naked" you roll your eyes. "As your wife what duties would I even have?" Shuri corrects you "as queen you will share my duties I will not always be here I have to protect t-" Shuri pauses and glance at you "-If you're not ready for this we could always postpone" too shake your head. "I'm not scared of shit I'm grown" Shuri chuckles "you've never been in the throne room." You are definitely nervous but shit happens and you've got to prepare yourself for all the things that come after you make drastic decisions like saying yes when Shuri Udaku the protector and queen of Wakanda asks you to marry her.

A/n: so I did it again this was supposed to be a pillow talk fic where Shuri is speaking to the reader in the Xhosa language but I love being hurt then comforted so you get this instead enjoy. 😁😄 I have not been proud of a fic I'm a while so I'm hoping this is a good one and gets the love I think it deserves.

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A love letter to a streamer

This is probably the most parasocial thing I’ll ever write but I’m sure I’m not the only one experiencing this feeling. 

I started watching streamers in my native language a while ago, a bit before quarantine. It was nice, it was new. And as a lot of us did, I fell into the dsmp when covid hit. I was a little late to the party, fell in love with SAD-IST animations, talked about the lore to any and everyone. I was so amazed by this new way of telling stories ans this amazingly creative community surrounding it. 

I always believed in this narrative that in order to be an insane fan of something you had to be lonely. I was so certain that I wasn’t. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m so so grateful for the people surrounding me. I have been so lucky to have the most supportive group of friends and a family that always tried their best. But somehow, I felt like something was missing. 

I remember the first time I watched a ranboo stream. To be completely honest, I cringed so hard at first. I don’t really know why, I think i somehow I saw my younger self in them. But something made me stay. Probably the way I felt more at home watching them ranting while mining for hours than in my own bed. 

For the first time, I felt this warm feeling of comfort. This strange happiness of being alone with so many people. We joked a lot about all of us being queer, and as stupid as it may sound, even tho I was already out and proud irl, it felt new. 

But it is so much more than this. I liked a lot of creators before, and I’ve always been very aware of the dangers of feeling like you know some of them. I’ve grown a lot since then. But there I am. Writing a fucking essay about someone that I’ll never meet. Maybe I’m being too naive, but as long as I don’t have a reason not to, I will let myself love them. 

I am so incredibly grateful that I stumbled upon them during my life. I am so happy to see them grow and learn to be happier, to be a bit more themselves. I know I’ll never truly know them, and it’s ok, i’m just happy with the parts I got the chance to know. But it’s a strange feeling. Sometimes it keeps me awake at night, wondering if it’s healthy, if it’s normal. I think it is. I think even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to kick them out of this weird place in my heart. Not a friend, not a celebrity I look up to, just someone I feel close to. 

Because yeah, they’re just someone on the internet. But they’re also the person that helped making some of the darkest parts of my life bearable. They’re the first representation of a gay non-binary person that I ever saw. They’re the one that kept me going when I didn’t wanted to, when I though I didn’t had it in me. They’re that stupid knowledge that even tho everything may sucks, I’ll always have a laugh at the end. They’re that quiet comfort when I don’t have the strength to cry for help.

I am way happier now. And I think they are too. But even tho I’ll never really be able to explain the part that they had in my recovery to anyone around me, I’ll always know. And now I’m here. Stuck with the genuine affection I have for a stranger. 

And I’m so okay with it, I’m so grateful for it. 

#ranboo #dsmp #streamers #feeling parasocial

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Brothers and Secrets Chapter Two: Tales of Europe

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Summary: Remus set out on his backpacking trip across Europe with a route in mind but no set time frame. So when he suddenly calls Roman as he's about to go to bed and demands to be picked up from the airport, Roman is rightfully caught off guard. As it turns out, Remus has experienced more in those two years than his brother had thought, not only getting himself a boyfriend but also a house to live in with said boyfriend.

There are many things Roman finds suspicious about this new set of circumstances and as time goes on, the mysteries pile on. Remus is hiding something, but what? And how will his secrets impact not only Roman's life but that of their friends Patton and Janus as well?

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Remus slept till way after noon. Whether it was truly the jetlag’s fault though Roman couldn’t say. His brother had a habit of staying up for over 24 hours and then crash for almost just as long. Once he had been asleep for 30 hours, Roman would have worried about him dying if it wasn’t for the obnoxious snoring that just wouldn’t stop.

 He got up about 20 minutes before Roman had to leave for rehearsal. The first thing he did was look for coffee and while Roman had some left over from the morning, it had gone cold by then. Not that that stopped his brother from chugging all of it in one go and then burping loudly. Roman had grimaced and shooed him into the bathroom to shower. Remus already seemed more awake but didn’t struggle too much, though he loudly complained about the lack of a bathtub in the apartment.

“A shower is more environmentally friendly!”

 “But I can’t soak! I want a soak!”

 “Too bad! This is all you get!” Remus wasn’t even back for a day yet and they were already yelling at each other. Lovely.

 “This place sucks.”

 “It’s all I can afford.”

 “Yeah, I know. You still at the theater then?”

 “Yeah. And I need to go to rehearsal soon. You can raid the fridge but clean up after yourself. I dug out your phone, it’s charging in the kitchen. You remember where the washing machine is?”

 “Yup!”

 “Good. I’ll see you later.”

 “I’ll try to contact Janny and Pat. See if we can hang out later.”

 “Alright. I should be back ‘round seven.”

 “Bye, Ro-bro!”

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 Remus got their friends to come over to dinner at 8 o'clock. He had no idea how his phone still worked but he didn’t feel like asking. At least that gave Roman some time to change and rest a bit. His brother had insisted on cooking himself, some recipe he learned from the dude he’d been travelling around with. Whose name was apparently Logan. Which didn’t sound like a name from a German speaking country (which is another thing he’d learned, this time from googling. Though he still couldn’t pronounce the name).

 Roman joined his brother in the kitchen shortly before their friends were due to arrive. Something was in the oven and it actually smelled quite good. His twin was setting the table as he entered and grinned at him.

 “See, I can do it by myself without setting anything on fire!”

 “I’m surprised and kinda impressed but I’ll wait with the final judgement until I tasted it and it doesn’t poison me.”

 “Oh, come on, Ro-bro. I wouldn’t make it that obvious! If I would kill all of you, I’d get myself an alibi first.”

 “As far as I know are we the only people who know that you’re back in the States. If that lover boy of yours has as much money as you make me believe he does, I’m sure he could make your records of entering the country vanish.”

 “When did you get so morbid?” Remus grinned and jumped up and down, overflowing with excitement. Roman rolled his eyes.

 “I spent too much time with Janus over the last few years. He talks about getting away with murder disturbingly often.”

 “I know! That’s why he’s so great!” As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Remus squealed and sprinted past Roman to open it. A few moments later, he could hear his brother calling through the entire stairway down to their friends. Hopefully his neighbors wouldn’t complain later. With a sigh, Roman moved to finish setting the table, as Remus abandoned the task halfway through.

 It took a bit for the three of them to arrive in the kitchen, probably because Remus hugged them and wouldn’t let go for at least a minute. He still hung on Janus’ back when they entered.

 “Hi, guys. Good to see you.” He hugged Patton who beamed at him.

 “You, too! I was so happy to hear Remus made it back in one piece!”

 “I wouldn’t mind sending him back right now,” Janus hissed, trying to get Remus to let go of him.

 “You don’t mean that,” Remus grinned. Janus rolled his eyes but Roman could see the fondness behind it.

 “It smells so good in here!” Patton said and walked over to the oven to peek inside. “What is it?”

 “It’s Nudelauflauf. It’s a recipe I learned in Liechtenstein. I hope none of you are vegetarian now.”

 “We don’t have meat much, but we aren’t fully vegetarian,” Janus explained and took a seat as Remus let go of him to check on his dish. “So, what is in this… what was it called again?”

 “Nudelauflauf. It’s a casserole but with noodles!“ Remus went off on a rant about how to prepare the dish and Patton listened with rapt attention while Janus, despite being the one to ask the question, picked at his nails out of boredom. Roman sat at the table and he couldn’t help the fondness that overcame him at seeing his brother being so excited. He’d really miss him. Not that he’d ever admit to it out loud.

 It didn’t take much longer before Remus pulled the dish out of the oven and placed it on the table. Patton took his seat, bouncing up and down from excitement until Janus gently placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, while Remus got a big spoon to serve them with. He also got a glass of apple sauce from the fridge. Janus eyed it suspiciously.

 “Apple sauce?”

 “Yeah, the two go great together! You don’t have to though.”

 “I’ll try it!” Patton almost yelled and Remus grinned. He served them their portions and then passed the glass of sauce to Patton who put some on the side of his plate. He then passed it to Janus who immediately gave it to Roman who also decided to try it first and put a spoonful on the side of his plate. Remus slapped to big portions on top of his casserole and mixed the two thoroughly before taking a bite, humming in contentment. The others also started eating and were pleasantly surprised at how good it was. Remus definitely hadn’t been as good a cook before he left.

 “It’s quite good,” Janus remarked. Patton nodded in agreement.

 “And it mixes so well with the sauce!”

 “Yeah, it’s delicious, Re.”

 “Aww, thanks guys.” They ate in silence the rest of the time, savoring the new flavors. Patton demanded Remus teach him the recipe as soon as he had cleaned his plate. Remus chuckled but agreed. Roman volunteered to clean up while the other three got situated on the couch which was free since Remus had bundled his sleep stuff up and put it in a corner to use again later.

 By the time Roman joined them, Remus was showing off the sketches he’d been doing during his last stay in Liechtenstein and even with a short glance Roman could tell how much his brother had improved. The shading was excellent and the lines drawn with purpose showing a scenery that Roman could easily imagine looking stunning in color. But he was more curious about other aspects of Remus’ journey.

 “So, we’re all here now. I think we’re all owed some stories, from the top. So, how was Portugal?”

 Remus grinned and started talking about his travels. His plane from the states had taken him to Lisbon where he stayed for two days before travelling along the coast for a bit. Then he went to Spain, over the Pyrenees and into Andorra, to France, then England, Wales, Scotland and both Irelands before working on a cargo ship going to Iceland, where he stayed the longest time so far, two weeks. Another cargo ship took him to Norway from where he went to Sweden, then Finland. Estonia came next, followed by Latvia and Lithuania. That was all within the first three months of his travel.

 Patton and Janus listened intently and while Roman certainly was interested and Remus was a great storyteller, always had been, he couldn’t help but anticipate the part of the story where that Logan fellow came into play. Apparently, that would still take a bit.

 Lithuania led to Poland, then Germany, then Denmark. Another cargo ship took him to the Netherlands. After that came Belgium and Luxemburg followed by another small trip through France to get to Switzerland and finally Liechtenstein.

 “You know, you meet all kinds of people if you travel like I did and quite a few told me to visit this club when I got to Liechtenstein. So naturally I was curious. And it was great, the drinks were on the cheaper side, the music was fire and the people friendly. I found one especially kind fellow.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Janus rolled his eyes.

 “Let me guess, he was so kind and took you home with him?”

 “You know me so well, Janny.”

 “But he wasn’t the best thing to come from that evening, right?” Roman asked and Remus pouted at him.

 “Don’t spoil it!”

 “Spoil what?” Patton asked curiously. Remus grinned.

 “His roommate was way hotter.”

 “I hope you didn’t start a fight between them,” Janus commented, giving Remus a knowing look.

 “Did not! Lucas and I both agreed to a one-night stand, and it was good but nothing either of us needed to repeat. Logan on the other hand is a different story.”

 “Oh, you got a boyfriend, Remus?!” Patton squeaked, getting excited like he did every time he heard a love story. Even if he didn’t have much interest in romance himself, he always loved hearing about them. He’d told Roman once that it was because it made the one telling the story glow with happiness most of the time. But before Remus could start gushing, Janus cut in.

 “Is he the one who gave you that ring that seems to be an engagement ring of some kind?” Immediately Roman and Patton’s heads snapped towards Remus’ hands. Indeed, while he wore a few rings, one stood out as being of a far higher quality then the others. A silver band sat on his right ring finger and on it was a silver skull with two seemingly glowing eyes though it were just two gems set in the sockets. One blue, the other green and if what Janus was guessing was correct, they were probably real gems and the rest was real silver.

 “Spoilsport!” Remus whined. “I wanted to see how long it would take Roman to notice!”

 “You got engaged?!” Roman shrieked, staring wide eyed at his brother. “Not only did you travel around with a guy you only knew for two months, but you also got engaged to him?!”

 “Dude, calm down.”

 “How do you expect me to-“

 “He can hardly explain himself if you continue to panic,” Janus chimed in, laying a hand on Roman’s shoulder. He guided him to take a few deep breaths and only when he seemed a bit calmer did he motion for Remus to continue.

 “We aren’t actually engaged. It’s just a tradition or something in his family, like a symbol that we’re in a relationship. Apparently, many of his family members are scattered around the globe and they’re not in contact with everyone so this is necessary.”

 “Why do they need to recognize you? If they’re not in contact then isn’t it all the same to them who Logan is dating?” Roman asked, his brows furrowed. Remus just shrugged.

 “I’m not going to question traditions. Or getting a cool new ring. Plus, this is kinda the thing that’ll let me enter my new home.”

 “New… home?” Patton asked, cocking his head.

 “Yeah. Logan’s family has estates all over the world apparently. One isn’t super far from here. So, when I mentioned to him that I didn’t really want to stay in Liechtenstein permanently and rather stick close to here, he offered us moving there. Apparently, the guy who’s managing it at the moments been waiting for someone else to take over and since Lucas wasn’t really keen on moving, we decided to come here.”

 “Just the two of you?”

 “Yep,” Remus said, popping the ‘p’. Roman stared at him as if he’d lost his mind.

 “You’re moving in with him?! Already?!”

 “What? We’ve been living together for months already; this isn’t anything new.”

 “I also don’t see the issue, Roman,” Janus added in a tone that suggested he was incredibly bored by the discussion. “From what he told us so far, he met Logan over a year ago and has spent most of that time since in his proximity. Not to mention that as he said they’ve already been living together and nothing has happened so far. Plus, if they move closer to here, it will be easier for Remus to get away from him in case anything was to happen. Remus is an adult and a decent judge of character. Have more faith in him.” For a few seconds there was stunned silence before Remus threw himself into Janus’ lap, giggling.

 “Thanks, Janny. You’re the best.”

 “I am well aware.”

 “I agree with Janus, kiddo,” Patton chimed in before Roman could protest. “We don’t know Logan and if Remus already spend this much time with him, I can’t imagine he’s a bad person.”

 “I trust Remus! But you must agree that it seems kinda weird, right? Some random rich dude takes Remus home from a club – how did you even get into a famous club looking like you do? You were practically living on the streets then, right?” Remus just shrugged and Roman continued. “A rich guy takes him home and it just so happens that his roommate, cousin? Brother?” Again, Remus just shrugged. “Takes a liking to him, lets him stay at their house, accompanies him on his travels, paying for all of it and now offers to come live with him here, in our shitty small town? It doesn’t make sense!”

 “Sure, that’s a lot of happy coincidences but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, right?” Despite his words, Patton seemed unsure. Janus waved him off.

 “It’s rare but it does happen. Being at the right place at the right time isn’t that unheard of. You sound a bit paranoid if you ask me, Roman.”

 “Paranoid? Me? How dare!”

 “Look, I get why you’re concerned,” Remus spoke up, slipping off Janus’ lap and closer to his brother. “But I swear Logan’s chill. He’s smart and kind and interesting and I really like him. Give him a chance, for me?” This was a side of his brother Roman rarely got to see, so sincere and certain. It was this part of him he couldn’t really say no to. It was the same when he talked about going on this trip in the first place. Roman sighed.

 “Alright, alright. Stop making me sound like the bad guy, I’m just worried.”

 “We weren’t trying to-“ Patton started but Janus stopped him from continuing. This was something for the brothers to figure out.

 “I get that, Ro-bro. I would’ve been the same in your shoes. You know no one’s allowed to mess with you besides me.”

 “I would prefer if you didn’t mess with me either.”

 “No can do, it’s too much fun.” Roman rolled his eyes but with a fondness that made Remus grin. “How about this: I’m gonna check out the house in like a week or two, I haven’t made all the arrangements yet. But when I do go, I want you to come with me, okay?”

 “Sure. Hardly can let you go alone lest you burn it down before you even have a chance to move in.”

 “Oh, oh! Can I come, too?” Patton asked, jumping up and down in his seat.

 “I don’t mind as long as the current caretaker doesn’t. You too, Janny?”

 “I don’t have much of a choice, do I? Someone needs to keep you three in check.”

 “Alright! It’s a field trip!” Remus cheered. Patton joined in while Roman and Janus sighed in false annoyance.

 “What’s Logan’s family name anyway if they’re so old and rich? Maybe one of us has heard about them before.” Roman spoke up again.

 “Well, his last name is Croft, so is Lucas’, I think. But I don’t think they all have it because the guy I’m supposed to contact about the house is called something else.”

 “What’s his name?” Remus stood up to grab his backpack and rummaged around in it until he pulled out a piece of paper and read a name from it.

 “Remy. Remy Fontaine.”

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Limitless. Chapter 6: Experimentation?

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 5: click HERE

Chapter 7: click HERE

WARNING! WARNING! There are some depictions of graphic injury. Please proceed with caution if you are disturbed by this.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Wake up!"

Kaito groaned tiredly as he heard this rude awakening. He looked at the digital clock beside him. 4:30am? Why did he need to get up so early? Since he had met everyone else, he had been too excited to sleep when he was scheduled to. He was only able to sleep by time midnight had rolled around. He knew that breakfast was scheduled to be served at 8am until 9am, so he would've had plenty of time to get more sleep until he woke up a little later. Kaito ignored the voice, choosing to sleep a little longer. That was until his door was pounded on harshly again.

"Alright!" Kaito shouted at the door. He begrudgingly crawled out of bed and hurriedly got dressed. Rubbing sleep out of bed, he opened the door, surprised to find it open. The morning hadn't come yet, and the doors are electronically locked during the nighttime hours. Kaito couldn't remember the exact reason for it. Something a ton security measures or something like that. Kaito looked up to see big burly men staring down at him. They wore blacked clothing that looked similar to police or S.W.A.T team body armour. This wouldn't have been that much of a problem, except for the face that they had face visors that covered the upper halves of their faces. This made it impossible for Kaito to tell what the men looked like. Not to mention the baton looking weapons that hung from their belts unnerved Kaito a little bit. He had seen these guys walking around the Facility. Apparently they were security guards or something. Kaito didn't see much of a point, but figured that it was a necessary precaution should a terrorist group or another government attack.

"Can I help-" Kaito started to ask, but he got interrupted.

"You're needed in the lab. Move!" One of the guards ordered as if he were a drill sergeant. Kaito couldn't stop himself from flinching at that. Then the words sunk in. Lab? Oh yeah. White did say that Kaito had to go through some experiments as part of his training. He still didn't see the point with it being so early though. Maybe they needed to get as many people done as possible in one day, depending on how long the experiments are. Kaito complied, planning on taking a nap later on. The lights weren't as bright as they had seemed earlier. They were dimmed down to the point where Kaito thought that he was walking under street lamps at night. It was immensely quiet. Everyone was still sleeping.

Just as Kaito thought that, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the other direction. He looked ahead and noticed Shuichi walking towards him, also escorted by two guards. Kaito was ready to say "good morning" but he suddenly found himself going mute. Shuichi looked awfully pale and he looked so exhausted that Kaito was worried that he'd collapse with every step he took. How long has Shuichi been awake for? He couldn't have been up all night surely. He might have been awoken a lot earlier than Kaito was if he was returning from the lab now. Shuichi noticed Kaito through half lidded eyes, but didn't have a chance to say anything as they were walking past each other at that point. What happened to him?

Kaito couldn't dwell on it much as he was pushed through a door to one of the labs. They say that it was a lab, but it looked more like a surgical theatre. A hospital chair that folded down into a bed was in the centre of the room with a large bright light hanging over it. There were multiple cupboards all around with diagrams of the human body pinned to the walls. Some of the people in the room were cleaning what looked to be equipment and their hands. If Kaito wasn't told about this place to begin with, he truly would've thought that he was in a hospital somewhere.

A woman approached Kaito. She seemed to be in her early thirties. She had pitch black hair that was tied back so tight that it gave the illusion that her scalp was pulled back with it. She had sharp brown eyes that narrowed almost harshly at the teenager. She was fully dressed in hospital scrubs, just like a normal doctor.

"Kaito Momota?" She asked, her voice sounding cold. Kaito nodded. "Take your shoes and shirt off and give them to one of these two. Sit on the chair when your done." Kaito felt a little unsure about this, but he did so anyway. The sooner this is done, the sooner he can go back to sleep. The guard snatched the clothing from him, not even saying anything. Kaito approached the chair and sat down on it. He didn't know why, but he had a bit of a bad feeling about this. He shouldn't be worried though, right?

"Everything is prepped, Sara." One of the doctors in the room said.

"No, first names. You know the rules." The woman, Sara, snapped. Her coworker muttered an apology as she approached Kaito.

"Miss...Sara?" The teenager asked.

"Dr. Swan to you." Sara snapped again, her tone impatient.

"My bad. What's going on here anyway?" Kaito asked again.

"Just a quick physical examination since this is your first time here, and then we'll be taking samples from you." Sara said, sounding like a robot, as if she had said that line many times before. She slipped on a stethoscope and placed it on Kaito's back, causing him to flinch a little from the cold. "Breathe in. And out." As she listened to his heart and lungs, and continued with his physical exam, Kaito tried to relax again. A physical examination and taking samples didn't seem to be that bad. Kaito didn't know why he was nervous in the first place. However, one thing kept playing back in his mind. It was the condition that Shuichi was in. He really did look like that he was kept all night. Something didn't feel quite right.

"Do you have any health complications such as high blood pressure?" Sara suddenly asked as she finished looking in Kaito's mouth.

"No. Not that I'm aware of." Kaito answered, trying not to feel nervous.

"Good. Lie down." Sara sighed, sounding satisfied as she adjusted the chair into a bed. Hesitantly, Kaito did so as Sara stepped away from him. Suddenly the other people in the lab rushed at him. He didn't have a chance to fight back as they strapped his arms and legs down. Kaito tried to move, but the straps were pulled so tightly that they were digging harshly into his skin.

"Wait! What's this for?!" Kaito asked, suddenly feeling a small surge of panic.

"Safety." Sara sighed. Kaito strained his neck to see where she was. His panic started to rise. The doctor was suddenly dressed up in surgical scrubs complete with a mask and gloves. Kaito looked around at the other doctors. They were all dressed as if they were ready to do surgery on him. This made the teenager believe that more, as he noticed surgical tools placed on a tray beside him.

"Hold on! I thought you were taking samples. Like blood or something." Kaito protested as Sara approached the bed again.

"Tissue samples." She stated, reaching to grab a scalpel.

"Shouldn't I be put under?! Or be given some anaesthetic?!" Kaito shouted, trying to wriggle out of the restraints. This is messed up! This can't be real! It had to be a nightmare!

"Just because you have powers, doesn't mean we should treat you as a human. You're nothing but scum and should be treated as such." Sara said. Kaito looked into her eyes at that point. They were dull and cold. There was nothing in them. No remorse. No compassion. No sorrow. No feelings at all lived in those eyes. She had done this so many times that she is beyond caring about anyone.

"No! Wait!" Kaito protested, looking around for anything or anyone to help him.

"Shut him up." Sara sighed.

"Wai-" Kaito shouted again before something was forced between his teeth, causing him to bite down on it. He looked at everyone. They all had the same look as Sara had. It was like everything that made them human, everything that made them feel, had been sucked right out of them. Kaito watched with wide eyes as the scalpel made contact with the skin of his right arm. He couldn't hold back a scream as he felt the blade dig mercilessly into his skin. He felt it go down deep into his arm. This was the worst pain that he had ever felt in his whole life. The fact that he was terrified as well didn't help. It made the pain even worse. It kept forcing him to tremble from the pain. He couldn't stop screaming. This sample taking thing was going on for way too long.

The pain stopped suddenly. Kaito's throat was so sore that he felt like he might never speak again. His arm was in complete agony. He hesitated, but his eyes subconsciously drifted to the wound. If he wasn't biting down on something, he probably would've thrown up. There was a long cut from his elbow to just before his wrist. The wound was so deep that Kaito could see the muscle under his skin. It hurt so bad that Kaito was literally close to crying. He was actually close to passing out. Black spots started to cloud his vision, and he couldn't hear much of anything. He felt terribly cold, as if someone had shoved him inside a freezer. He suddenly felt something touching his injury. Kaito just barely opened his eyes. Rantaro? What was he...

Oh that's right. Rantaro said that he has healing as his powers. That's good. Right?

That's all that Kaito could think before he fell into a never ending, black, cold void.

A/N I’M SO SORRY KAITO!

#drv3 #OC #kaito momota #super power au #shuichi saihara #Kaimaki #rantaro amami

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #048

(from yesterday, my b)

Do you drink more or less water than is recommended? Way, WAAAAAAY less. I drink practically none; I'm literally only alive because of the water in food, haha. Do you like taking walks? Sigh, I used to love walking. In my school years back when we lived in the woods, I would walk outside usually at night with my iPod for literally hours on end. I seriously worn down a path in my front yard at night, back yard during the day. Now just walking to the bathroom directly beside my room is incredibly painful because of muscle atrophy. Do you remember The Land Before Time movies? Who was your favourite character? Oh god, of course, I was OBSESSED. I even had a computer game based on it. Littlefoot was my favorite. It's even a possibility that I'll get a tree star tattoo in remembrance of my mom when she passes. Are you one of those people who texts back instantly? Usually, yes. Assuming money wasn’t an issue, what car would buy right now, given the chance? Ugh, I wish. Whatever Mom wants; I don't need my own car. It'd be a fucking dream come true if I could get a nice, new car for my mother. What she has now is hanging on by an actual goddamn thread. Do you think going to college/university is the best option after you’ve left school? This varies person-to-person. Do you buy your lingerie at Victoria’s Secret? No, that shit is way too overpriced. I don't know how big their undergarments go, either, but I highly doubt they reach my size. Do you have a large dog? We have literally the smallest breed of dog, haha. Mom's not a massive fan of small dogs, but Cookie just worked for us. Have you ever been to Europe? No, but I'm going to Germany one day. Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? Love 'em. When was the last time you bitched someone out? Idr. I actually think the only time I truly did that was on this one occasion with my sister's fucking abusive ex-boyfriend. Maybe. "Bitched out" implies being aggressive and merciless to me and Dustin fucking got it, idk about anyone else. What does your ex look like? "The" ex is your average height for a guy I think, an olive sort of tan with his Italian blood, underweight (even though he could EAT this mf never gained a goddamn pound), brown eyes, thin black hair (though in some light it looked more dark brown) that was kinda long for a guy, and last I saw a picture of him, he had a full (but not necessarily long) beard and mustache. What is your heritage? German, Irish, and Polish. We don't know Dad's side, though, other than his last name being Irish. Is your best friend a virgin? No. For two million dollars, would you pose for Playboy? Ugh... that would be life-changing but I just really don't think I could. I hate my body so, so much. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make mega bucks? Probably not, because I'd be very depressed. My brain is very bad at confusing boredom for depression, so. Have you ever used your parents’ credit card before? Not without their express permission. Are you afraid of plane rides? Not especially. Turbulence can make my heart speed up for a bit, but I'm not terrified. Have you ever made a turkey dinner all by yourself? Hell no. Do you have a gay friend? Yep. How many sex partners have you had? Names? Well I didn't/haven't gone "all the way" with either of them, but I've had two sexual partners, Jason and Girt. I guess maybe Sara, but to be totally honest I'm not sure if I'd count her here. Nowhere near on the level of the other two. Do you ever feel like people get tired of you? Oh god yes. Are you good at hiding your feelings? Nope. I feel too strongly and am just too expressive of it at like all times. Would you rather sleep for 3 days, or stay awake for 3 days? Eugh... I guess stay awake for three days again, even though last time I did that it had a very negative affect on my body. My nightmares are just SO frequent nowadays that THREE STRAIGHT DAYS of sleeping with those going on... oh god kill me. Whose bedroom were you in last? Besides mine, Mom's. Are you watching TV? What’s on? No; I don't even have a TV in my room. Ever made out on a rooftop? Can't say I have. Would you date anyone you met online? Probably not again, but who knows. Have you ever made your parents cry? Mom, oh yes. Sadly. I THINK the night I called Dad and made up after the divorce, his voice was shaking/kinda choked, but I don't know if he was tearing up or anything. If the last person you kissed invited you to a family dinner, would you go? Of course. Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No. When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? I don't know, but I want to in a rare instance. Did you sleep alone the last two nights? Yeah; well, if you're only counting human company. My cat cuddles with me pretty much every night, haha. Are you dressing up as anything for Halloween? Idk. Most likely not. Have you met the last person you kissed’s parents? Mom, yes. Dad's dead. Who is the first person you see in the mornings? Mom, seeing as she's the only one I live with. Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person that kissed you? Yep. Are you one of those people who just don’t care? God no, I care too much. I mean, about most things. When is the next time you will kiss someone? I absolutely hate questions that assume I'm a psychic. But if things go the way I want them to, the moment Girt next steps through my doorway, whenever that'll be since he's kinda sick. Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year? Jason. Do you have a secret life? I guess you could say that, as hardcore of a secret I keep me being an RPer ss. Who was the last person to call you baby? Girt. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart? omg yes I FUCKING HATE when people leave their goddamn shopping carts randomly about the parking lot. I can barely walk and I'm not even that fucking lazy. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive? There's no way. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you would do? Is my mom out? If so, get Roman out, then Venus. I hate hate hate picking between them, like I want them both out IMMEDIATELY, but... Who was the last person you shared a bed with? Girt. Where was the furthest place you traveled? Illinois. Do you like mustard? Yes. Do you look like your mom or dad? I've heard both, idk. How long does it take you in the shower? Not even 10 minutes. Can you do splits? Hell no. Was your mom a cheerleader? Oh god I could NEVER picture her as one. I don't think she played any kind of sport growing up, but I could be wrong. Do you like Care Bears? I think they're cute, but that's the extent of it. Do you wear your seatbelt? Yes, WEAR YOUR GODDAMN SEATBELT. My own sister would be dead without one. Seatbelt burns ARE worth your fucking life. Anything big ever happen in your town? Maybe? I dunno. Nothing THAT big. Is your tongue pierced? Not anymore. :( It was damaging my teeth. Snake eyes were my favorite piercing I've ever had, though, they were SO cute. Ever been to L.A.? No. Whose house did you last spend the night at besides your own? Sara's. Have you ever seen somebody get shot? No, thank fucking god. Have you ever taken a picture in a bathroom mirror? Ha, yeah. Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? Lmao hi, Rachel. Sara was once this situation too, but we're not friends now. What are you listening to right now? "Cowboy" by Lindemann. What’s worse: a headache or a stomach ache? STOMACH. I CANNOT handle stomach pain. Have you ever drank sweet tea? Did you like it? Living where I do, of course I've tried it, it's like, THE staple drink here, but I hate it to the point I refuse to drink it. Anybody ever tell you that “you could do so much better” about a person? I feel like someone mighta said this about Jason at some point... Have you ever kissed an ex after you two have broken up? No. When was the last time you talked to your most recent ex? Months ago. Ever kissed someone who smokes? No; someone who smokes kissed ME, but I went full statue. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat? I STRONGLY prefer window. I've actually noticed that while taking off and getting the plane in position and all, I get fairly dizzy if I can't see outside/the surroundings. Do you ever wear boots with skinny jeans? UGH I used to love wearing my tall, leather black boots with them in high school, like that was THE LOOK, but I don't wear jeans anymore. Have you ever showered with someone? Only as a child. Are you racist to any race? Nope. What are/would you like to go to college for? I'm never going back to college. I dropped out three times; I can't afford to keep doing that. What kind of tea do you prefer? None. Have you ever intentionally hurt an animal? I've given like dogs a mild pop when misbehaving and shit, but nothing beyond that. I never would. Have you ever read all night long? I don't believe I have, actually, but maybe. Have you ever "done it" in a hotel room? No. Y'know, I've never even been to a hotel with an s/o. Have you ever peed in the woods? I'm quite certain no. I remember I really, really needed to once when fishing on the boat with my dad and sister, but I'm pretty sure I didn't/wasn't able. What’s your favorite love movie? The Notebook. Do you have any magazine subscriptions? No. Magazines have never been my thing. What kind of mom are you? Not one. Where are you ticklish? Like... everywhere. What hurts your feelings more than anything else? Probably calling me weak. Do you believe you’ve had a past life? No. Has a family member ever hit you? My mom has with the excuse of "spanking" when growing up. When you look back, do you think your life story will be a good one? Who fuckin' knows. Ever had any drug addictions? No. Do you have any anniversaries coming up? With Girt in less than a month, yeah. Who is the most shallow person you know? *shrug* What was your first intimate experience with a person? That woulda been with Jason in high school, but if I'm being completely honest, I can't really remember the first time we went beyond making out, oddly enough. Like I remember a lot, just... not the first. Did you ever play Frogger when you were a kid? BITCH I LOVED THAT GAME. I sucked at it except for the first level, but it sure was fun, haha. When were you at your lowest in your life so far? When my first real boyfriend Jason left me and I was in a constant state of literally wanting to die for over a year.

#survey #surveys #random surveys #random questions

[rosalinewintrell]

Interlude: A Series of Correspondence

A series of letter Rosaline has received from her family since the beginning of her first term at Hogwarts.

My Daughter,

          I have heard from headmaster Black that you are excelling in your course work, and that you are also maintaining a healthy social circle. It brings me joy to know that you are thriving in your new school, despite your grandfather’s fears that your Beauxbatons education was not up to standard. I do hope you are maintaining appropriate relationships. Headmaster Black’s report of your close company included a few worrying names. Sallow, Onai, Blume, and Reyes, I believe? Perfectly acceptable families I suppose but not very influential at the ministry. Remember your connections can influence your father’s position at work.

          It is good to hear that you still spend a fair bit of your time with Ominis Gaunt. He is a fine young man. I am happy that you have transferred schools only for the opportunity for you to see him so often.

          Continue your good work, it will pay off once you graduate.

                                                                                          Your Loving Mother

***

My Dearest Daughter,

          I am so glad to hear that you are settling in at Hogwarts so well! I know that the transition was hard; you excelled at Beauxbatons! But your grandfather was right, you needed more of a challenge and Hogwarts is the perfect place to find challenges. I mean, for schoolwork, I mean. Life there should be perfectly pleasant, and if it is not, please alert me at once!

          I am not surprised you were sorted into Slytherin house. Ambition runs thick in Wintrell blood.

          Have you been making friends? I am sure you spend much of your time with Mr. Gaunt. A good boy but do try to branch out a little. Friendships can take you far—they are just as important as your marks.

          Do not worry too much about my work at the ministry. It is long and exhausting, and simply a bit boring at the moment. We are currently drafting an edict to prevent the crossbreeding of Acromantuals and Thornback Spiders. A few of these vile creatures have been found, specifically in the north. I don’t know what possessed those people to create such an afront to nature. Once the edict is presented though, things will probably get exciting.

Do keep me appraised of your studies and adventures! You know hearing from you is the highlight of my week!

Your loving Papa,

George Buchanon Beauford III

***

To my Little Sissy,

          The final year of the ministry’s Auror program really is grueling. There are some days I am able to sleep only a few hours, and many weeks where I stay awake for multiple days without even a wink. We, of course, are not allowed to discuss details, but we are finishing our sleep deprivation training soon and will begin fear suppression soon. It is truly awful, but we persevere for the sake of the wizarding world. We will be its strongest protectors one day. It is all necessary in that way.

          I am sorry I write so little. But reading your letters is like feeling sunshine after a cold rain here. I hope you will continue to send them so frequently. Sometimes I tell the other trainees what you get up to in school; they find your adventures as silly as I do.

                                                                                                              Love,

                                                                                                              Georgie

***

My Dearest Granddaughter,

          Your potions master, Professor Sharp has personally reported your excellent work in his class. I am so happy to know that you are adjusting to a tougher curriculum so well! I was worried your sub-standard education at Beauxbatons would leave you…underprepared, but it seems all our hard work from the summer has paid off! Continue to excel in your studies, my dear; you, and your family, will benefit from it.

Yours,

George Buchanon Beauford II

***

Rosaline,

          I was so happy to receive your last correspondence! The Hogwarts House Elves must be talented indeed, if you accounts are to be trusted, which they most certainly are. Perhaps you could charm a few of them into sharing a recipe or two and make them for me, next you are home.

          Ah, home is dull without you, little Honeybee. Your grandfather shuts himself away in his lab every day, as usual, but there is not nearly enough laughter or cursing to be entertaining now. Your mother sits with me often and has taken to delivering my afternoon Wiggenweld potion. She always brings a lovely little tea service to wash it down, but the scones are not nearly as good as yours. 

          I am happy to hear you are making such wonderful friends. It is good to hear you are making a comfortable place for yourself, even among those who are less enthused by your name, or family, or your school house (truly what an awful young man this Mr. Prewett seems. I hope never to meet him). But my little Honeybee, do tell me more about this Mr. Weasley. You mentioned him but once in your last letter and yet I sense there is more you are not telling me. I will not stand for it! I must know if he apologized appropriately, or if he too is as much a Moonmind as his friend.

I await your response most excitedly,

Gramma Tevera

#garreth weasley #hogwarts au #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley x mc #garreth x mc #garreth x you #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow

[more-than-a-princess]

@cantillat​ asked: 🤭 for Shirou!

Random photo meme (this one doesn’t have a name so I keep inventing new ones - No Longer Accepting but sharing for the purposes of the photo reference

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"Now, bring yourself into the sukhasana..." The even, gentle tone of the instructor wafted through the room. Just like the incense that burned near the door and the soft music that accompanied the early morning waves of the yoga session.

For an elite tropical resort in paradise, not many guests felt compelled to drag themselves out of bed just before sunrise for morning yoga. In most situations, even Sonia would have thought it to be too early: the stress of her royal life and all of the duties within it was enough for her to take an extra hour of sleep if she could have it. But this morning, she'd risen well before the alarm she set, with heavy shoulders and a foggy mind. True rest had eluded her, pretty much from the moment Shirou Emiya had appeared on her villa's beach. And when she found herself wide awake at five in the morning, she'd decided not to try and fight for additional rest. Alcohol hadn't worked, a fun movie hadn't worked, but maybe...just maybe, adhering to her yoga practice would. Taking the stances of flowers, animals, warriors, nature and the Earth of all sorts, followed by a fresh cup of tea and fruit...maybe that would set her mind at ease, set her at ease.

"Close your eyes and reflect on this morning. This day. This future. Inhale and exhale slowly as you meditate and consider the poses we have completed today, how we've greeted our sun and all of the new beginnings it offers us. You may enter the lotus position now if you are able."

Sonia exhaled, doing her best not to scoff at the idea of new beginnings as she brought her feet up against her legs into the full lotus pose. It wasn't the yogi's fault: she simply was doing her job to provide resort guests through a guided yoga and meditation session before the main building's dining room opened for breakfast. And truly, she did a good job of it: the studio only had three walls, one of which opened towards the beach. That was how the students faced, their tanned, dark-haired instructor before them leading through a series of poses focused on the now, the future, letting go, and the aforementioned new beginnings.

New beginnings...how was that possible, she thought, as she breathed deeply, taking in the scent of lavender and nag champa. When a ghost of her past life had, quite literally, washed up on the shore yesterday. He was Shirou...but he wasn't: that was the fact that had turned over and over in her mind. He had their shared memories, his culinary skills, the swords that magically appeared from his hands. But in the place of easy smiles and an easygoing demeanor was...confrontation. Charisma. Confidence, something that seemed battered and suppressed under the likes of everyone in the Emiya household, at least when she'd visited there all those years ago. The Shirou she remembered would have never wanted to challenge someone or upset someone, or leave them in a state where sleep eluded them.

Sonia chewed the inside of her mouth, her meditation making way for him instead. Maybe it couldn't even be his fault, not really, he hadn't known she was there and he couldn't be held responsible for growing up. Or filling out, if his new complexion, height, and plenty of kilograms in muscle mass were the result of it-

The mental image of Shirou by the water, just as she'd come across him the previous afternoon, had been permanently etched into her mind, causing her to cough lightly and shift her weight on her yoga mat. Did she have to think of that right now? Of him right now? Or the way he'd decided to challenge her viewpoints at dinner: normally she didn't mind a bit of a debate but with him...with him she didn't want to disagree. With him, there were plenty of other things they could talk about, do, that didn't involve disagreeing. The mission he'd spoken of later in the evening was one of them, and she couldn't deny it to herself that part of her intrigue wasn't just the risk or the magecraft: it was him.

A part of her had always held an interest in him: she was just only made to confront it now, when she just wanted to run away from everything and everyone and exist on a tropical island, with nothing to be done besides find some semblance of herself again.

She exhaled, opening her eyes: maybe she could push the shadows of her past, her duties, all of it away into the gentle lapping of the waves at the shore and see only the sun shining brightly, illuminating the sand...the trees...slowly filling the studio space...

Except, inconveniently, behind her mat. Someone was standing behind her, as she sat, red-faced with blonde hair in a ponytail that stuck partly to her back. It hadn't been the easiest session and she was a bit worn out, but the sight of Shirou Emiya materializing behind her before 7 AM was enough to wake her up.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Sonia half-whispered, half-hissed, hoping the instructor and fellow students hadn't heard her over the music, the waves, their own meditation. She didn't want to ruin their paths to enlightenment even though she hadn't quite found hers. "It's...it's so early!" It was the most she could muster: if she'd had a choice, she hadn't wanted him to see her like this. She'd gone from cleaning up for dinner to a sportsbra and high-waisted yoga pants, sweating all over her yoga mat.

#more-than-a-princess answered #cantillat #(Photo prompt meme) #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(Did she spend most of the night thinking about him and thus lost sleep? Yes.) #(Is she embarrassed to be seen looking sweaty and tired in front of him? Also yes.) #(Will she admit either of these things? lol no.)

[yandere-sins]

Could I request a yandere vampire viewing humans to be nothing more than food, only to find their Darling stand out amongst the many mortals they’ve consumed over the years?Instead of draining their Darling prey dry in a few weeks like usual, the vampire decides to keep their Darling - to savor, to play with, and cherish in its own way - much to Darling’s dismay at seeing no end or escape in sight. Bonus points if the vamp bite can be pleasurable or painful, depending on the vamp’s mood, and can be used as a reward or punishment as needed. Double bonus for nsfw bits if you’re feeling up to it

I just felt like writing about bitemarks, make of that what you want. Thanks for requesting!

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You winced as they put the weight of their arms on top of yours, tangling their fingers with yours. With your arms stretched out by long, silk fabric and suspended in the air on either side, you had crumbled to the ground, exhausted, drained, spent. Only making you more vulnerable than you already were. You looked up into the mirror before you and at yourself, your eyes lidded from getting no sleep ever since you arrived, and your body missing its energy, skin sunken in as if you were sick.

The vampire let out a satisfied groan, watching you through the reflection in the mirror. Of course, you couldn’t see them in return. You just felt them. You felt their breath against your cheek, the weight of their body as they leaned on you and your feeble condition, and the itching pain from the bite marks that were all over you.

When you were chosen as a sacrifice, you naturally felt the weight of the world on your shoulders. Unlike the many sacrifices you had witnessed over the years, you tried to put on a brave smile, help with the preparations, and even changed your diet. All so that the last few hours of your life would be meaningful. But in reality, you were horrified. Scared and unwilling to die. Creatures like the vampires should be flogged and not appeased with sacrifices they could eat. You weren’t cattle! You were a living, breathing human! However, now that you spent days with them, you realized that it was absolutely impossible to be anything other than a blood donor.

Over and over, their fingertips tapped on the marks they left behind from their teeth. Some started bruising, hurting under their touch. Others were still oozing crimson blood after being torn open. Your life had become much worse than that of cattle. You wouldn’t die as quickly as a cow or goat. You had to endure until you either were killed out of boredom or drained dry to the vampire’s pleasure.

“Tears ruin the taste,” they scolded you, indifferent to the feeling of helplessness and fear you were experiencing. Instinctively, like the people-pleaser you were, you tried to wipe them away, but your hands were still suspended in midair, hanging from the walls on either side of you. If only you could have had a bit of dignity, maybe dying wouldn’t have been so bad. But they restrained you like the sacrifice you were, making you look at yourself in the mirror as they tortured you.

You didn’t even want to think about what they’d do to your body after you died.

Long, cold fingers wrapped around your throat, the mild strangulation uncomfortable yet able to make you focus on it instead of everything else. Deep breaths, the villagers said. Whenever the vampire touches you, take deep breaths to keep calm. Struggling was futile anyway, and you are a sacrifice, not a wild animal. The villagers told you that as if you should be proud of your position, but how in the world could you be proud of what you had become?

One hand wandered upwards to your face, the fingers slim like spider legs, but you couldn’t help but notice that they had begun to warm up, and you assumed that was thanks to your blood. They crept up on you until you had to fear their long nails were going to pluck out your eye. Squeezing them both close tightly, you hoped to at least not experience that horror, only feeling how one of the fingers brushed by your eyelashes, wiping away the tears for you.

Blinking a few times, the hand disappeared, and you heard a very disappointed sounding, “Salty...” from behind you. Twisting your head to look back over your shoulder, you were met with the bright crimson eyes that drilled into yours, their hand slowly lowering from their mouth after they had a taste of your tears and an unsatisfied expression on their face.

“Told you it ruins the taste,” they shrugged, elegantly gesturing that they didn’t care for your tears, and you almost felt inclined to apologize.

“Please...” you muttered, finding that your mouth was terribly dry.

“Hm?” they perked up, having forgotten how your voice sounded after days of silently accepting your fate.

“Please end it,” you pleaded, close to tears again. “I-I’m ready. I don’t care what happens, but I can’t live like this anymore. Please, have mercy!”

You were tired. So, so tired. You wanted to sleep or eat. Go back to your family and see your friends again. But knowing that would never happen, if you at least could die, then you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore.

Instead, fingers wrapped around your chin, their presence suddenly in front of you. Forcing your head back, you were stared at from above, just two red orbs enveloped in darkness, and it was hard to maintain eye contact with them more than ever. “Who do you think you are? Thinking you can make demands?”

“N-No,” you pressed forth through the pain of your jaw crushing under their grip and your bruises ripping open from the strain. “I’d never dare!”

“Good.” Instantly, the vampire’s mood seemed to change back to the usual indifference, and they kneeled down before you. Their right hand brushed down your neck and along your shoulder, getting covered in the red color of your blood before they brought it to their lips, licking it off their knuckles. “I gave you these for a reason. They are a perfect imprint from me on you, so no one will dare to feed off my property. And I’m not done with you yet.”

Speechless, you wanted to say something, but the situation was simply overwhelming. Why would they want to mark you? Why was it important who you belonged to? You were just a sacrificed ready to be consumed.

A flinch escaped you as they leaned forward, and you were expecting another burning bite, but instead, lips pecked at the bite wounds tenderly, one after the other. Again and again, until the kisses became fervent, tongue lapping out, sucking at your skin. It stung and burned, and you had to bite your lip tightly as to not let out a sound. Your body grew hot and felt like it was pulling at your open skin; it was almost too much.

Until you suddenly felt hot breath against your lips, opening your eyes alarmed. With an eager tongue, the vampire tasted from the blood on your mouth before parting your lips, breaths and tongues mingling. You expected to taste your own blood, but it tasted sweeter than you could have ever dreamed about. Sweet, enticing, and hot, that’s what the kiss felt like, even though your body was struggling with the pain and the hand on your throat cutting off more air than you could take in. And yet, as if magically pushed towards the vampire, you only leaned in more, tried to get more of the sweet pleasure of their tongue. Just as surprising as it came, it ended, and you were left gasping as the vampire pulled away.

“Better?” they asked, and through your fogged brain, you weren’t sure you understood. “Don’t ever ask to die again. Remember, you are mine forever.”

With them standing up, you got a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again, and you blinked a few times at the image before you. All over your left shoulder, there was no mark left, and your skin had puffed up again, eyes wide open and awake. The vampire disappeared behind you again, but you quickly felt their arms wrap around your torso, a feeling you knew well by now. “If you’re truly that miserable, tell me. I wouldn’t know. I don’t understand you humans. But know that my help comes at a price.”

Finally, you were able to puzzle together your thoughts. The healthy feeling you had, together with your body looking perfectly fine, must be the vampire’s doing. They must have used some kind of magic or trick on you, but having exhausted themselves by doing that, that probably meant...

Their fangs protruding from their mouth, they dragged them along your supple skin, searching for the best spot to bite down. Fleshy, warm, and soft. Where the blood would spurt out from the slightest irritation. Clenching your teeth, you couldn’t help but try to fight their tight embrace, tried to get out before it was too late. But your struggles were futile, only pressing you up into their fangs until you felt them sink into you inch by inch.

Your ears buzzing and your heart racing as you were fed from, you only shut your eyes tightly, holding back the gasps and moans, not wanting anyone to think this was actually enjoyable. But the sweet taste on your tongue remained, as well as the feeling of their lips against yours, making you wonder what they meant when they claimed you for ‘forever’.

#vampire #vampires #vampire x reader #yandere!vampire #yandere vampire #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[ackermanslov4r]

a fic where fem!y/n and levi have to pretend they're dating during some infiltration mission for the scouts (but then they have to talk about their first impression on each other and levi gets a bit too talkative)

wrote this at midnight (and a while ago) so sorry for the potential mistakes

Since you’d joined the scouts, you’d been asked many different things : fighting titans,of course,but also helping Hange with their strange experiments,cleaning a room that wasn’t used at all,and sometimes cleaning,but weapons.

But right now,standing in a fancy outfit,Levi’s hand on your back, you thought that your current situation beat all the others.The scouts needed informations held by some rich man ,and Erwin had declared that the man wasn’t going to give the informations without money in return,which the scouts didn’t have enough of.

So,a plan, that seemed too crazy to succeed, had been made : Levi and you had to pretend to be a newly rich and married couple,and attend one of the man’s party , to gather a maximum of information by listening to the conversations and talking with the host.

The strangest part was probably having to pretend to be dating Levi Ackerman. When you’d asked Erwin why he’d decided to choose the two of you,he just said that it was because the two of you « had the most chemistry »,this causing you to stay awake the whole night,wondering about this sentence. Levi and you were comrades,even friends,and even if you couldn’t deny that you both cared about the other,it didn’t go any further.

« The two of you really makes a perfect couple. » said an old men,his appearance so ridiculous Levi had to tighten his grip on your back to stop you from laughing,while he thanked him.

« So…for how long have you been dating ? »

« Oh…Uh…Well,we’re going to celebrate our five years together in a week. »

The old men whistled,showing his admiration. Levi and you had been practicing your fake dating story for weeks,but it still always felt strange to you to tell a story so far from the truth.

“I immediately knew she’d be important to me when I met her.” added Levi,his mouth turning into a smile.

You’d seen him smile ,with a true and happy smile ,a few times,and you were always amazed by it ,by how it changed his face. But the smile he had right now was fake,completely different from his usual one,and you immediately wanted to wipe it off his face.

"People always say to not follow first impression since they can be false but... I guess sometimes it's best to follow your instinct."

"Well...I'm glad I did since now we're...married."

Levi's smile turned into a strange grimace on the last word. You suddenly realized how bad actors the two of you made,and almost laughed at the disaster this mission was going to be.

"And what a beautiful couple you make ! Tell me,sir, when you said you knew she'd be important...Did you know she'll get this far into your heart ?" he asked,laughing and talking as if you weren't there.It was an habitude you'd noticed during the night ; here,you were someone's wife,almost not a person of your own,and everyone preferred to talk with your so called husband than you.

Your gaze turned to a clock,mentally counting the hours left when Levi answered,his tone unusually serious :

"I don't know if I knew our relationship will end like that but I remember thinking..." he stopped,lost in his thoughts. "I remember thinking the way I felt just by looking at her was very different from anything else I'd experienced. And it got worse when we began talking ; I could barely make a sentence around her. It was as if my brain was about to explode."

He suddenly stopped,frowned his eyebrows ,opened and closed his mouth,as if he was shocked by the things he'd just said. Something with the way he'd just reacted,and by the sincerity of his voice when he'd spoke suddenly made you feel dizzy,and you wondered if it was really what Levi thought when he met you.

"Well,well...I think your husband is truly in love with you." And,laughing again,he nodded and went away to talk with some other invitees ,leaving the two of you alone in an embarrassed silence.

"You know...I almost believed what you just said."

Levi,his cheeks red from embarrassment ,was obsessively looking at the floor,as if he hoped it could open beneath him.

"It'd be nice to have someone think like that of you."

He finally turned his eyes to you,and that almost made you breathless . You'd never seen such emotion in Levi's eyes,and for a few seconds,it was as if he was speaking through them. He looked desperate to make you understand something,and at the same time desperate to make sure you didn't understand. There was sadness in them,longing,and many other things. But,as quickly as it appeared,the look in his eyes disappeared.

"Come.We still have work to do."

And,while he gently posed your hand on his arm,you both went back to playing Mr and Mrs Ackerman ,not noticing how the affection,the sweets words you shared as part of your act came naturally to each of you.

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[deadwriter16]

Amnesia trope :)

so i went with izuku getting amnesia and being a kacchan simp because apparently that's like my jam now...hope u enjoy!

send me a trope and i'll write a bkdk drabble! (closed for now)

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Katsuki is used to picking up Deku from the hospital by now. Since they became hero partners Deku’s wellbeing has basically become his responsibility, so anything from Deku being reckless and running headfirst into a burning building to getting his wisdom teeth out are basically all Katsuki’s responsibility. Which is why he’s here now, picking up Deku from a truly hilarious accident in which he tripped on the fucking curb. He needed so many stitches they put him under anesthesia, and then called Katsuki because he’d be loopy when he woke up. From getting stitches. From tripping off the fucking curb while fucking walking on the fucking sidewalk. Katsuki has never met a more accident-prone person than Deku. He really is a Deku sometimes.

“Are you Katsuki Bakugou?” the nurse asks when Katsuki appears outside of Izuku’s room, “Pro Hero Dynamight, right? It’s an honor to meet you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki dismisses, but does make a mental note to ask her if she wants an autograph later, “what’s the deal with shitty Deku? Is he up yet?”

“Um,” the nurse shuffles on her feet, “he is awake, but there’s been an, um, complication.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrow. “What kind of complication?”

“Well, ah,” the nurse says, timid, “the anesthesia we put Hero Deku under may have been a bit stronger than we anticipated. It’s quirked anesthesia, we have a doctor who uses his quirk to make it as painless as possible for the patient, except that one of the side effects is, um. Temporary amnesia. It’s only for twenty-four hours, but instead of being just loopy or disconcerted, Deku has actual amnesia.”

“Is it dangerous?” Katsuki asks, “or am I allowed to laugh?”

“Um,” the nurse was definitely not expecting that, “Deku’s perfectly fine, he just doesn’t have most of his memories right now. But I…I guess you can laugh?”

“Great,” Katsuki says, and then cackles as he pushes open the door to Deku’s hospital room. Deku seems to be just waking up, fumbling around in his bed as the nurse walks past Katsuki to check on him. Katsuki is still snorting into his hand, and he circles around to the other side of the bed. “Deku? You fuckin’ alive in there?”

“Mmmm,” Deku rubs his eyes sleepily, a little too cute for Katsuki’s heart to handle, “huh? Who’re you? What’re you doin’ here?”

“I’m your fucking hero partner, nerd,” Katsuki shakes his head in amusement, “you’re my fucking charge. You remember that you’re a hero, right?”

“Dunno,” Deku pouts, “whas’ your name?”

“Um,” Katsuki clears his throat, “Kacchan.”

“Kaaaachaaan,” Deku yawns through saying his name, “you’re pretty.”

The nurse snickers. Katsuki’s jaw drops. “The fuck?”

“You gotta-” Deku slurs a bit, hands scrabbling out in Katsuki’s direction but not reaching him, “you gotta boyfrien’ or somethin’? You probably do, you’re so hot.”

“Deku-”

“So hot!” and now Deku’s wailing, absolutely distressed for some reason, “you’re so hot, and I don’t even know you, and you totally have a boyfriend! I’m too late! Kacchan is so hot and pretty and he’s taken and I’m too late!”

And then, to Katsuki’s horror, Deku bursts into tears.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do,” Katsuki asks the nurse. She’s trying to hide her smile in her hands. Katsuki glares at her. “Is he okay to take home?”

“Yes, just look out for him while he’s in this state.”

Katsuki nods, and the nurse helps get Deku out of bed and then deposits him into Katsuki’s arms. Deku melts into them, boneless, and lets out a dreamy sigh.

“Kacchan’s so strong,” Deku says wistfully and melts into Katsuki’s chest.

“What the fuck,” Katsuki says, walking Deku out of the room, “what the fuck. Let’s get you the fuck home, Deku. You’re obviously going crazy.”

“Crazy for Kacchan,” Deku mumbles, “whassa Deku?”

“That’s you,” Katsuki replies, hoisting Deku up so he’s wrapped all four limbs around Katsuki’s waist and neck, “you’re a shitty nerd Deku, Deku.”

“Aw,” Deku says into Katsuki’s shoulder, “does Kacchan still like me?”

Katsuki decides he can be soft with amnesia Deku. “Of course.”

Deku wakes up the next morning in Katsuki’s bed, where he finds out he’d made Katsuki cuddle with him all night and almost cried until Katsuki did. He also wakes up with his memories back, and is promptly horrified at his shameless flirting.

Katsuki just laughs and kisses him. Deku turns red and screams into his pillow.

#in this house i love me some simp deku #i write simp deku exclusively #i like to consider myself a Simp Deku Expert if u will #ok not really but like #simp deku is my jam #bc i just make deku talk abt kacchan like how i talk abt kacchan #and i talk abt kacchan like canon deku also talks abt kacchan #so it all works out #but that’s unrelated anyway #thanks for asking <3 #bnha #bkdk #bakudeku #bkdk fic #my fics <3 #bkdk trope ask game <3