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[butterfly-writer]

Heartfelt Letters

Violet Evergarden x GN!Reader Summary: None!

★☽A/N: I rewatched Violet Evergarden and I cried so much!! I cried at least 5 times! :,(( At the beginning, I decided I wanted to try something different. Anyways, this is all you lovely people who love Violet!!

Contents: Fluff and Angst!

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It has been a few months since Violet’s employment at the CH Postal Company. Although some of us didn’t really like her, we warmed up to her soon. Since Cattleya has been busy lately, I was assigned to take care of her. She’s been getting good at writing letters. Every love letter she wrote made men's hearts race and women's hearts weep.

I actually believed that she wasn’t capable of writing letters, let alone love letters. But after she wrote that short letter for her friend’s brother, she has been really good! She seems well-educated and well-mannered despite being ex-military.

She rarely asks for help, no matter the situation. The only times she needs our help, it would be to find the meaning of something that’s new to her. I couldn’t help but chuckle when she asked me what a microwave is! She always seems to talk to me, asking all sorts of things..

She once asked me what love meant.. I didn’t really know how to answer that time. Love is complicated and it can’t simply be explained with words but with feelings. I told her, “Love is the feeling you’ll feel with someone special. It can’t exactly be explained with words. You’ll know when you meet that one person who makes you feel special.” She looked confused at first, tilting her head in confusion, before her expression changed.

“Someone special like Major Gilbert?” I nodded in response. “There’s all sorts of special people. Like a “parental figure” or “sibling figure” type of special,” I explained again. She just nodded and went back to work on her assignments given by Cattleya to keep up her usual pace of writing. She was a strange girl, alright..

As the months flew by, it soon became years. She just turned 18, meaning she has been in the company for 4 years. She became more expressive, no longer having a robot-like personality. I was really happy for her! She’s also become much more popular after her work with the princess of Drossel. I read her work and it was really romantic and lovely. I could tell she worked really hard over these four years.

She has also been talking to me a lot more than before. Instead of asking about information, she's been asking me different things. Like my family and such. I wondered why she asked about my family so often… From what I heard from the president, she grew up on the battlefield and never knew her family. I felt so bad for her and her situation. I believed that no one deserved to be brought into that sort of situation.

Violet has also been trusting me more. She would allow me to do things, like helping her with her books, help cleaning her room, and other stuff that she never allowed the others to do.

I don’t know why… But I felt… like a pit in my stomach whenever I talk to her. Like a clutter of butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know what it meant back then. . But I wished that I did. Because as the years went by, I ignored those feelings, maybe even suppressed them. By the time I realized.. She had reunited with her beloved, Major Gilbert.

I was happy for her, truly! But in my heart, it ached for her love. But I knew that I had realized too late. She was with the one she loved, and I should’ve been happy with that.. But I wasn’t. As a last resort, I asked to see her alone. I held her cold-felt prosthetics and looked at her with eyes I never showed.

“I wish I'd realized sooner… I love you, Violet,” I said in a hushed voice. I didn’t intend to have such a soft voice, but the tears prevented me from having a louder voice. Violet was surprised, but she knew it wasn’t right to lead me. “I’m sorry, Y/N.. But I love Major Gilbert.” Her blunt words were like a million knives stabbed into my heart. My heart ached in pain, I couldn’t stop the tears from pouring.

But, I understood her perfectly well. I didn’t want to stop her from loving the person she actually cared about. I was just a small rebound to her, unintentionally. I just gave a small smile, tears filled my view. I nodded to her and told her that it’s okay, and that I was happy for her.

But in my heart, I wasn’t.

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[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

Warning: aged-up!reader [in early to late twenties], obsessive behavior, implied violence, implied emotional and physical abuse, implied brainwashing, knowledge based on spoilers from the first two episodes of the 2024 series.

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Hey guys, welcome back to another Hazbin Hotel fic, starring Hell's one and only Radio Demon, Alastor! This is a collaborative piece written with @isuckatwritingsobenice, whom I share a mutual adoration for Violet Evergarden, the anime and titular character who is in my humble opinion, one of the best written female protagonists I have seen in anime.

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For those who have decided to stay, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going for tonight's broadcast :)

Alastor is someone who thrives on entertainment and chaos. Seeing the scourge of Hell striving to redeem themselves in Charlie’s hotel, only to fail as soon as they gave into the vices they’ve been trying to cure themselves of? That’s the only reason he agreed to help the princess with her passion project. He needed some inspiration after lacking it for so many decades! 

When you had arrived at the hotel with nothing except the clothes on your back and a suitcase that protected your precious Remington typewriter, the Radio Demon would not deny that he was amused to see a sinner who actually saw his advertisement on the television. After all, no one was taking Charlie seriously, and who would? Apparently you did, but for a different reason: you were looking for a job, a purpose. You said so in the interview, and you were willing to learn. When Vagatha asked what would be considered a flaw in your work ethic, you took off your leather gloves and showed her and Charlie  the alloy prosthetics that acted as your new limbs after losing them in the war.

Why you still had them and why your appearance was wholly human, you did not know. Would this be considered a flaw? You were not sure either. You are still learning about modern technology, especially the handheld devices called cell phones. 

Although the staff was in dire need of someone who could advertise the Hazbin Hotel on the Internet, the princess found something you could do and might be adequate at: gardening. More specifically, being the hotel’s groundskeeper. Someone who can maintain the hotel’s outward appearance and make sure the hell-grass or weeds don’t  get too out of control. You stood up from your seat, feet planted together and saluted Charlie, promising that you will do your best in a monotone voice.

The poor dear did get a little flustered from your actions, but Vagatha did not seem to mind, asking you to follow her upstairs so that she could show you your new room and give you the key. Your first day will be tomorrow. 

Oh, this will be fun~! Alastor thought with a wide grin. Someone new to antagonize and watch fall into the fiery pits of failure! Husk was starting to bore him anyway. 

And he was not disappointed. 

He saw you struggle with holding a garden spade, laying down carpets of fresh grass neatly without trying to crush it between your prosthetic limbs, carrying fertilizer and what flowers to plant! These entertaining events happened within the first week of being here. Is he sorry that his shadows purposely swapped the fertilizer bags and replaced the seed bags to plant roses with rat bait? Absolutely not! 

The more chaos that he created, the more entertained he will be. The anticipation to see you crumble from the pressure and expectations of dear Vagatha and Charlie is almost palpable, he couldn’t wait! 

However, you were not someone who gave up as easily as he hoped you would. 

You kept showing up every day at the exact time, and worked in the garden until Niffty had to drag you inside to have lunch. Then you stayed outside for a bit longer, making sure everything was ready for the following day. You even tried to help out in the kitchen, though you were still struggling to properly hold a knife and chop up vegetables for his jambalaya or cracking eggs in a bowl to help Niffty bake a cake at nine o’clock in the evening because she was bored and wanted something sweet. 

You carried heavy crates of liquor for Husk and even massaged his temples when he complained of a headache. When you discreetly switched out the liquor in his booze for water one time he held a grudge against you for pulling that stunt for almost a week. He eventually forgave you by preparing a Shirley Temple on the house after you politely rejected a whiskey on the rocks because you did not drink alcohol. 

Sir Pentious, the wannabe overlord, was utterly fascinated with your prosthetic limbs and had asked you to let him examine them. That comment earned him a low, menacing growl from Vagatha, spear in hand. The Egg Bois seemed to like you well enough that they tried to help you out in the garden when all they really did was make your job a bit harder. You still thanked them anyway. 

Angel Dust tried to take you shopping for a new wardrobe since you always wore the same outfit every day, but his definition of fashion bordered on risque and flaunting his assets. You were not here to flaunt your appearance, you were here to work, but you thanked him anyway. When he came back to the hotel, staggering inside on wobbly legs and his face covered in black-blue bruises, you were the one who caught him and helped him settle on a table as Husk pulled out a first aid kit. You allowed Angel to put all four of his arms around you and cry on your shoulders, carefully placing your skeletal prosthetics around his back. 

How is it that a single sinner could empathize with everyone here except him? 

This singular thought, this curious idea, is what motivated Alastor to find out more about you. And there is no else in Hell who can spill the tea on someone as accurately as his dear friend Rosie. 

A trip to Cannibal Colony was in order~!  So he did go there, proclaiming he’ll be back before dinner and ignoring Vagatha’s cursing as well as the princess trying to calm down her short-tempered lover. 

As it turned out, he had heard about you, it’s just that the topic in question did not interest him at the time. Rosie conjured up some old newspaper clippings, pointing at the image of you fighting against an exorcist in hand-to-hand combat during the Extermination. This article had been written five years ago, and the one before that? Three years ago. It seemed like you were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you fought back because that is what your life had been before; surrounded by violence, vanquishing enemy forces when they crossed your path. Yet when you did make an appearance, everyone in Hell clamored for any scraps of information. Anything to find out who is the mysterious sinner who looked like a human and could rip off an exorcist’s head bare-handed. 

Now, you were staying at the hotel trying to put whatever remained of your afterlife together. That is your true purpose and now the Radio Demon knew. 

Alastor thanked Rosie for the information and the company, leaving Cannibal Colony in a merry mood. Everything was in place. Everything made perfect sense now.

If you were looking for a way to be useful in his newest project, he can make that happen. All he needs to do is nudge you in the right direction without Charlie and Vagatha around.

They are adorable when they are taking turns being a guard dog around you, you sweet little darling~. 

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[king-bee-sting]

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[livingdreams97]

Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 1)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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In a castle located three hours from the center of London, two men are in a meeting and in a somewhat heated discussion. One of the men is in his late 40s, while the other much younger looking man is in his 23s.

XY: You will go to the palace with your aunt and you will participate in this year's social season.- declares the older of both.

XY2: You can't do this to me father.- denies the youngest . -You can't force me to look for a wife.- the son denies.

XY: I'm not forcing you to look for a wife, just to participate in the social season and look for someone to love.- he claims to his son. -You are twenty-three years old and  at your age, I was already married to your mother and already had your brother.- he reproached him, causing the young man to cross his arms.

Y/n: But I don't want to get married, I want to travel and see the world.- he comments getting up from the chair. -I want to get to know different cultures, learn languages and see places that most people can only dream of.- he says walking through the office.

XY: And you will.- he assures her calmly. -But once you find someone, you fall in love and get married.- he dictates, continuing with his writing.

Y/n: And who assures me of that, father.- he says passing his hand through his almond-blonde hair. -We both know that as soon as I get married, I'll have to take care of my wife and start producing heirs. When will I travel ? - he asks the older man.

XY: I assure you that you will travel.- he says looking back at his only living heir. -What do you think if we make a deal?- he offers leaving the pen in its container

Y/n: What deal?- he asks interested, sitting back in the dark blue suede chair in front of his father's desk.

XY: If you manage to fall in love and get married this season, you will be able to travel around the world for 6 months and I myself will pay for your travel expenses. In addition to that, I promise to give you a house, wherever you want as a wedding gift to you and your wife; without the need for you to generate heirs immediately.- the father offers and this captures the attention and interest of the child.

Y/n: But ... - He begins by meeting his father.

XY: You will have to be really in love, you will show me your love for her and your aunt has to give you the go-ahead.- he finishes speaking. -What do you say, do w have a deal? - he questions his son.

Y/n: Okay.- the youngest nods with a sigh, allowing the light curls on his head to bounce subtly and his father to notice it.

XY: So tomorrow morning you will go to the palace, where you will stay with your uncles and before leaving you will receive a haircut.- He points out his son's slightly long hair.

Y/n: Yes father.- accept tired. - Can I retire to my room now? - he asks and the father nods.

XY: Make sure you have all the clothes ready first thing in the morning.- he reminds him as the young man leaves the office.

And that's what happens the next day. After a haircut and loading the suitcases into the family's navy blue carriage. Father and son say goodbye with a hug, before the youngest gets on the carriage and it sets off towards the palace.

Dear readers,

Have you missed me? Because here I am once again, ready to talk and comment on the events of this new season.

While our respected high society was enjoying their country retreat once more, this author did only one thing: polish my art. Or should I say hatching my plans? No, even better. I was sharpening my knives even more and collecting information.

Apparently, a few hours after the debuts of this season, two luxurious-looking carriages have arrived at the palace and they were loaded with abundant luggage.

Could it be that the queen will host a debutant or debutante of the royal family this season, as she did  with her nephew Prince Friedrich of Prussia?

On the other hand, Queen Charlotte has once again done something unexpected and has renamed Edwina Sharma as the diamond this season. It will be that she is not happy with the failure of last season with her diamond, that she is trying to remedy the situation and regain her credibility when choosing the diamond of the season.

We also have the Bridgertons to congratulate, as the Viscount and Viscountess have just welcomed their first heir with open arms. And they will not only celebrate the birth of the little girl, but also the debut of two Bridgertons more. Will the matriarch of the family be capable of directing and helping three children at the same time in search of a partner?

It only remains to wait and see everything that this season has in store for us. What mysteries and secrets our high society hides that they do not want to be known.

Always yours,

Lady Whistledown.

POV YOU

I listen to what my aunt reads aloud as we eat dinner, watching disgust and anger fill every feature of her face. I look at my cousin Friedrich , who continues having dinner and not giving importance to what is being read .

Charlotte: How dare that woman question my ability to select, I am the one who created the idea of the diamond and I have not failed even once, until last season. - she grumbles, leaving the newspaper with force on the table.

Y/n:  Aunt, don't give importance to that gossip newspaper, they are not important and you are one of the most capable and intelligent women I know.- I assure her with a slight smile.

Charlotte: You will see my dear nephew Y/n, I appreciate your sincere and encouraging words.- she tells me with a small smile. -But if the people believe what this woman writes, my past successes don't matter, much less if it only reflects my only failure.- she explains and I frown at her annoyance.

Friederich: You are the queen, ignore it and the rest of the town will too.- he comments without much interest.

Charlotte: What I will do is use your presence, to relax the atmosphere and make sure that everything goes well.- she comments with confidence.

Friederich: And what do you plan to do with our presence?- questions with confusion, although I already understand it and I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to like the idea.

Charlotte: You are both here with the intention of finding a woman, therefore I can ensure that one of both of you ends up with my diamond and thus recover the full respect of the town.- she answers and I bite my lip.

Y/n: Aunt, you know that I respect you and that I never disagree with you.- I start a little unsure. -But I'm sure you know my father's opinion regarding marriage and that you only have to marry for love.- I remind her and see how she tries not to smile.

Charlotte: I know my dear Y/n.- she assures me with a certain tenderness in her eyes when she looks at me. -That is why I have decided that Friederich is the one who is interested in my diamond, maybe even something real will come out of this.- she says and I nod in gratitude.

It's not that I really want to marry for love, a few years ago I would be happy to find someone to fall in love with and marry.

But seven years ago my opinion changed and I have not wanted to fall in love and get married since then. When I was 13 years old, my brother had an accident riding a horse in a race and died. My mother went into anger and depression over the loss of her first child.

Two months after the loss of my brother, my mother could not continue and died of sadness. So only my father and I stayed.

I saw my father mourn the loss of my brother, trying to cheer up my mother in her depression and soon after also mourning the loss of my mother. I saw him suffer every day since my brother's death and for another year after my mother's death.

I saw how sad and broken he was when he lost the love of his life. The house was no longer the same, without my brother's laughter or absurd comments, everything felt silent. In addition to the fact that the warmth and happiness that my mother radiated had been replaced by the coldness of her lack.

That's why I stopped wanting to find someone to fall in love with and marry. Because I had seen what the loss of my mother did to my father and how it felt to lose two of the most important people in my life.

So at fourteen I decide to renege on marriage, preferring to remain single and not get close to another person in a sentimental way. But now there's my father's offer, and it's an offer I can't refuse.

I have always wanted to travel and see the world. But my father has never left me, saying that it was irresponsible to go on a trip and leave my chores behind. Although now that my father offers me 6 months of travel around the world, expenses paid and a house to be independent; I can't refuse the offer.

Especially when as soon as he could, my father sent me to university in Manchester and having finished my degree in natural sciences and its use in medicine, along with some medical courses; he wanted to enjoy traveling to find and study new plants as well.

But just because I accepted the offer doesn't mean I'm going to marry for love. But I will try to find a woman, who really does not want to get married; but do not want to stay single and be separated by society.

Friederich: If you think it's the best option, I agree to help her and meet the diamond of the season.- he accepts, causing her to let out a sigh.

Charlotte: Well, I hope you dress as well as possible, because in a few hours the guests will arrive and it's the first initiation dance.- she warns us seriously. -In this first dance I am the hostess and it will be your presentation.- she says and we both nod in agreement.

Friederich: I'll put on my best suit.- he nods puffing out his chest.

Charlotte: One last thing, Y/n Lady Danbury will take care of your introduction into society and will help you in the dances.- she tells me and I nod. -She has more experience and can better help you find a woman.- she explains with a loving smile.

Y/n: Thank you for thinking about my needs aunt.- I thank you with a smile.

Charlotte: I always will Y/n, besides that Lady Danbury is hosting another season at the Sharma and so it will be easier for Friederich and Edwina to get to know each other.- she explains to both of us.

Shortly after, we finish dinner and everyone heads to their rooms. I decide to wear black pants, with a morning suit of the same color with gold buttons and shiny black shoes.

I decide to wear a white shirt, with a navy morning suit and a white Byron tie. I look at myself in the mirror in my bedroom, making sure everything is in place and my hair is neat. ( He has the same hair as Theo , but with a little more curl.)

I grab the white gloves and leave the room after taking a deep breath. I descend the stairs, putting on my gloves and listening to the music from the ballroom in the background.

XY: Sir, Your Majesty requires your presence.- He warns me and I nod with a smile.

I follow the servant, entering the ballroom and immediately feeling the curious eyes of those present on me . I keep my gaze fixed, never taking it away from my aunt and the woman with the cane at her side.

Charlotte: Dear, how good that you have arrived.- she greets me with a smile. -You remember Lady Danbury right? - she asks pointing her head at the woman next to her.

Y/n: Of course I remember her aunt.- I nod with a smile. -It's a pleasure to see you again Lady Danbury.- I greeted taking her hand and leaving a polite kiss on the back of the hand. - You are as beautiful as six years ago.- I compliment her with education .

Lady Danbury was very close to my mother, so from time to time she always traveled to our house and paid us little visits. But after my mother died, her visits became shorter and less frequent.

Until after an argument with my father, because of how he was mourning and his way of focusing on work without showing me affection or support, it happened.

After that discussion, my father asked him to stop coming and that if he wanted to keep in touch with me he could only do so by letters; and so it has been for the past six years.

Danbury: As flattering as always prince Y/n.- smiles making me a bow. -It will be a pleasure to be your supervisor this season.- she assures me with a smile.

Y/n: The pleasure will be mine Lady Danbury.- I assure her politely. -It is said that her role in the Duke's marriage was crucial.- I comment and she smiles holding on to my arm.

Danbury: It was and now I'll get you a wife.- she tells me with certainty. -If you'll excuse us, Your Majesty, I have to expose this boy and introduce him to several possible debutantes.- she says goodbye to the queen and pulls my arm.

We start to walk around the room, while she talks to me about each newcomer we pass by and giving me her opinion about them.

From one moment to the next, she lets out a small exclamation of emotion and pulls our joined arms with a little more force.

Eloise's POV

I can't believe my mom dragged me into this for another year and even less after what happened last season. I very much doubt that any man wants to marry the woman who goes to the market alone and joins companies with radical political ideas.

After what Lady Whistledown wrote about me, or rather; what Penelope wrote, everyone looks at me badly and the scandal did not bring my family much good fortune.

But as much as I have refused, my mother has forced me to participate again for another year and this time telling me that I have to really try. She will even force me to have two complete dances, complete dances with someone other than my brothers or she will take away my books and all my liberties.

I haven't even managed to convince her, saying that she can't supervise Francesca, Colin and me at the same time; and that I would take work away from her by not showing up this season.

But nothing, she has not accepted and has put aside every reasoning I have given her for not making my debut.

And that brings us to this moment. To the first ball in the palace, where as soon as we have entered the door the eyes of almost all the guests are on us and the looks on me are not entirely positive.

Violet: Look there is Lady Danbury.- my mother comments with emotion, but I only look around and I meet the gaze of my old best friend.

I keep looking at her with all the resentment in the world, remembering all the damage she has done to my family and especially to me. I still can't believe that she is Lady Whistledown and was able to write that way about me: her best friend since childhood.

I pay attention to my mother again, when I feel how she pinches my arm and I complain, caressing the area.

Violet: And this is my other daughter Eloise Bridgerton .- introduces me and I look away from my now enemy, finding Lady Danbury with a boy by her side.

XY: A pleasure to meet you all, Lady Danbury often talks about you Lady Bridgerton and always in very high esteem.- He greets her by kissing the back of her hand, as with my sister and approaching to do the same with me.

Violet: I hope so.- she jokes with him.

I just watch as the unknown man gently takes my hand and brings it to his lips while staring into my eyes. After kissing my hand, he gives me a smile and politely lets go of my hand.

Danbury: From what I see, dear friend, this season we will both be very busy.- she comments to my mother and I looked at her with confusion . -You supervising your three children debuting and I supervising Edwina Sharma and Prince Y/n of Hannover here present.- she comments amused and I open my eyes, impressed in the most hidden way possible.

Violet: Oh, so you're going to debut too? - asks my impressed mother to the prince.

Y/n: That's the idea, my father thought that it's the right time to start looking for that special person so I can get married.- he answers with a perfect smile; iugh what a rage of a man.

Violet: It seems to me that your father is quite right, finding a special person to fall in love with and thus be able to get married takes time.- she comments and I can see a certain citric expression on his face, but it's barely perceptible and covers it very fine with a smile

Y/n: It's the same thing he says.- He nods agreeing.

Danbury: Why don't you invite Miss Eloise to a dance, dear.- she suggests and I want to deny it immediately, but I see the look my mother gives me.

Violet: I think it's a great idea.- she supports her friend with a huge smile.

Y/n: I suppose that if Miss Eloise accepts I won't have any problem dancing with her.- he assures looking at me with a small smile and extending his hand.

Violet: She doesn't have any problem, right daughter?- she asks me with a smile between her teeth.

Eloise: No, I would love to dance with you, my lord.- I assure him, bowing slightly and accepting his hand.

Y/n: Perfect, so if you'll excuse us, there's a dance floor and a dance waiting for us.- he tells those present with a kind smile and guides me towards the dance floor.

We were immediately on the dance floor, with one of his hands on my waist and the other connected to mine. While my free hand rests on his shoulder and a new song begins.

Eloise: I have to apologize in advance for stomping on you during the dance.- I repeat what my mother has dictated to me so many times before each dance.

Y/n: It's okay, not everything in this life tries to dance perfectly and in sync.- He downplays it by starting to move. -And tell me, is it your first season?- he asks while we dance and I count the steps.

Eloise: Don't talk or I'll get involved with the steps.- I order, looking down at my feet.

Y/n: It's easier to look at your dance partner than at your feet.- he assures me with a certain amused tone. -If you only look at your feet, you'll end up skipping a step and you won't be able to continue counting the steps.- he explains with evident experience.

Eloise: Perhaps the Prince of Hannover had problems with dancing.- I scoffed with a bit of venom.

Y/n: Well yes and I'm not ashamed of it.- he admits standing up. -The dances and some other points of the social events seem too banal and unnecessary for a day to day .- he explained and I looked at his eyes completely surprised.

Eloise: What? - I ask completely surprised, I would never imagine that someone from royalty, much less the queen's nephew, would think something like that about social events.

Y/n: The fact that i'm part of the royal family does not mean that i do not have my own ideas and that I agree with everything that is done in these events.- he comments without much interest. -Besides, the dances are supposed to meet and connect, which is absurd since there is nothing better than a conversation to get to know someone.- He defends his point of view and I couldn't agree more .

Eloise: Then why are you participating as a debutante and dancing with me right now? - I ask with a frown.

Y/n: I guess for the same reason as you.- he answer directly.

Eloise: And what do you know about my debut.- I say defensively.

Y/n: People like to talk, Miss Bridgerton, besides that your disgusted face and little interest in dancing are clear signs that you 're not making your debut for fun.- he explains and I purse my lips a bit annoyed for how fast he has read me; and for what he will have heard from me.

Eloise: What have you heard about me?- I ask him in a somewhat aggressive way.

Y/n: The dance is over.- he says separating from me . -It looks like we'll have to continue this conversation at another time, Miss Bridgerton .- he comments, leaving another kiss on the back of my hand and guiding me back to my mother. -I return your daughter Lady Bridgerton in one piece.- he tells my mother politely.

Violet: I thank you my lord.- she thanks him and the prince makes a small bow and walks away from us. -How was the dance with the prince? - she asks me excited.

Eloise: Incredible mother, dancing with the prince has been such a compliment, it has been a dream come true and now I can die in peace. - I exaggerate ironically and she looks at me challengingly.

Benedict: He seems like a nice guy.- he comments with our mother. -Besides, he's endured a whole dance with our sister and it doesn't look like he's complained about her stomping.- he comments amused, causing Colin to laugh and for me to hit him on the arm.

Eloise: I haven't stepped on it.- I deny immediately in my defense.

Colin: Yes, you have.- he assures me with confusion and amusement . -You've stepped on him like five times at least.- he points out and I open my eyes surprised at not having noticed.

Benedict: We were betting on how many more stomps the poor man would put up with.- he comments laughing with our brother.

Violet: Stop talking nonsense and laughing at your sister.- she tells them seriously. -Now Benedict, help your sister socialize and you Colin; you come with me.- she orders us.

Eloise: And Francesca? - I ask confused not seeing my little sister.

Violet: Your brother Anthony has offered to help her this season with me. - she tells me and I nod in understanding. -Now move all of you.- she says and after grabbing our brother's arm she disappears.

Benedict: Let's go around and discuss some of the ridiculous dresses and accessories of your competitors.- he mocks, offering me his arm and I delightedly grab it with mine.

Benedict is my favorite brother, because he always follows my jokes and he is the person with whom I feel most comfortable to talk about anything. I have always felt a greater connection with him than with any of my other siblings.

As we walk around the room, talking about some of the tacky dresses and hideous costumes of the other debutantes at the ball. I can't help replaying my conversation with the prince during the dance in my head, trying to figure out what he meant by his words and what he knows about me

#eloise bridgerton #bridgerton #eloise bridgerton x reader #bridgerton netflix #eloise bridgerton x male reader #anthony bridgerton #lady whistledown #queen charlotte #benedict bridgerton #violet bridgerton #edwina sharma #kate sharma #oc character #male reader

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

hey hey!! can i request a post DLC kieran x a male reader with chronic pain? (specifically in the legs) no one knows reader deals with chronic pain since he kept it secret, so maybe kieran finds reader while he’s going through a flare-up and helps him?

if you’re not comfortable with that i understand, hope this isn’t too specific or anything! have a good day and eat something tasty

Kieran x Male Reader with Chronic Pain | HCs & Drabble

I do apologise if I got anything wrong, I did do some research before writing this to get a better understanding of chronic pain and flare-ups. Also please make sure to take care of yourself !!! Drink some water and have a snack if you haven't done so already, (this applies to everyone who is reading aswell),

Just like everyone else, Kieran was oblivious to your pains, you were always great at hiding them from everyone in order to not risk being treated differently.

For as long as you had them, you could never get used to the burning sensation in your legs, and worst of all painkillers apparently weren't reccomended by some doctors, but seeing as you were in a constant state of distress to the point it affected your daily life, your doctor prescribed you some regular pain medication, hoping to ease the pain enough to let you function daily (they couldn't prescribe stronger pain meds in fear of addictions or possibly other side effects)

Never the less, you always tried to ignore it and spend time with everyone, especially Kieran.

Kieran was your boyfriend, he cared for you deeply, and despite the troubles he had faced before during the time he was champion, you were the first one to welcome him back with open arms.

He always loved that about you, despite how horrible he may have been, you welcomed him back into your life- first being friends, then dating- after he had proved to you that he did change, and he was no longer the cruel and feared trainer, driven by obsession to get stronger rumours have it that an exchange student was the cause, but you never believed it.

Falling to the floor you clutch your leg as you let out a pained grunt. Just like always, it comes out of nowhere, this time you were preparing yourself some breakfast, there was nothing that could've possibly triggered it, you haven't done anything new, there weren't any exams or assignments due that may have added extra stress, there was nothing that could've contributed.

Shifting yourself so that you were now sitting down on the cool tiles of the kitchen, you reached for your phone with one hand whilst the other rubbed at the area where it burned the most, hoping to ease some pain.

Grabbing the small device hastily, you navigate the Blueberry Academy website to file a student absence. Quickly typing away with one hand, the other slipped from your leg and reached into your pocket to grab your much needed pain meds, but something told you that if they didn't help already, there's no way they'd help now.

All you could really do was wait around until it stops, but even then, it could take hours for all you knew, and it scared you.

Trying to massage the pain in your legs, you could feel yourself being close to tears as you place your phone down on the floor so both hands could massage the pain.

In reality, you knew that it may not help much, but you liked to believe that it did. It gave you some hope.

Sighing, you pocketed your phone before slowly getting up, trying to ignore the intense burning sensation in your legs you moved yourself to the bed.

When you were close enough, you threw yourself onto your bed to avoid further walking. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you brought your legs closer to your chest, accepting that you can't do much at this current moment apart from wait for it to pass.

Trying to distract yourself, you weakly grab your headphones, pulling them over your ears with your free hand rubbing at your legs as tears roll down your face.

Distant ringing of the bell indicated the start of period one. You would've had math with Kieran as it was day 4. Glancing at your phone, guilt from dipping class without notifying Kieran (as you often did when you were sick) gnawed at you, but you knew he'd understand. If Kieran questioned you, you knew you could tell him that you had a fever and looking at screens hurt your eyes, but even that was a poor excuse for not notifying your boyfriend.

Music helped distract you a bit, but it wasn't enough. Hearing a familiar noise you look up to see that your partner pokémon which had left its ball, looking at you with a worried expression before sitting on the edge of your bed, nuzzling your hand in order to get you to pat them.

Rubbing your partner pokémon's head, you could feel yourself calm down from the initial fear.

Not too long after you heard the familiar bells ring again, indicating the start of the 5-10 minutes you get to walk between classes.

If it was a normal day, you'd be in English with Lacey, -and Drayton the few times a month he does tag along, mostly with the intention to ask something from from you or Lacey- you'd probably continuing reading Pokémon farm and awnsering some questions about it.

"Y/n-"

You almost missed the soft creaking your door made as someone stepped inside.

You wouldn't have noticed the person if it weren't for the painfully loud creaking of two floorboards as the newcomer's weight was moved onto them.

Kieran was there, wide-eyed as he stared at you before quickly closing the door and running over to you,

"Are you okay??"

He asked as he quickly dropped himself onto his knees next to you, gently cupping your face to remove any tears,

"What am I on about, of course you aren't okay," he mumbled to himself before making eye contact with you. The worry in his eyes was prominent as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone,

"Should I run a hot shower for you?"

"Kiki,"

"I could run to the cafeteria to grab you a snack?"

"Kieran,"

"Maybe-"

"Kieran."

Your voice finally snapped him out of his panicked thoughts as he looked at you again,

"I'm fine," You insisted as you attempt to sit up, your legs still close to your body,

"You're not." Kieran frowned as he sat next to you, leaning you on him as he gently ran his fingers through your soft hair, playing with some strands as looked at you, fearing for the worst.

"Please, just tell me what's wrong,"

His tone was so defeated, he hated seeing you in pain, and he'd never forgive himself if he ignored you when you were hurting.

Nervously glancing up at him, you sighed before explaining to him what was happening. He only nodded along, a speck of sadness in his eyes was visible, perhaps it was because you hid the pain and didn't want to tell him about it earlier.

"Y-y/n, why didn't you tell me this before,?"

His voice was soft, almost pained. And it broke you.

"I didn't want to be treated differently because of this,"

Your voice was equally as soft, guilt gnawing at you again.

Kieran let out a soft sigh before running his hands through your hair, thinking of something,

"Well- I could run a bath for you- but concidering that it's your legs, it'd be difficult for you to move. Another idea is something cold- got any frozen peas?"

Quickly returning, Kieran placed the frozen bag onto the affected area before gently lifting you enough to grab the blankets under you.

From one end of the temperature spectrum to the other, you nodded, causing Kieran to slowly got up after making sure you were comfortable enough to be left alone on the bed.

After making sure you were okay -as okay as someone with a flare-up could be- he quickly left to grab the frozen peas in your freezer.

His Hydrapple has been out of its pokeball for a while now, resting at the foot of your bed with the Applin Kieran had given to you when he confessed.

The two mons, alongside your partner pokémon would throw you concerned glances as they talked amongst eachother, with your partner pokémon probably telling them how you don't want to be pitied or treated differently for your pain.

Kieran draped the blanket over your shoulders before sitting down next to you and grabbing the remote.

Leaning you against himself like he did before, Kieran turned on the TV, hoping to find another way to distract you from the burning sensations.

You could feel the frozen bag easing the pain as the cold transferred over to your leg.

Running his hands through your hair, Kieran looked at you, a soft smile painted his face as he saw the lack of tears on your face.

A sign that you were starting to feel better.

"Do you want to watch something dear,?"

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[bloomingdayswithyou]

Hi! Can I request romantic relationship headcanons for Pokémon Clavell, Hassel, Brassius, and Larry with gender neutral s/o?

Dating Clavell, Hassel, Brassius and Larry headcannons

Pairing: Clavell, Hassel, Brassius and Larry x gn!reader (separated)

Warnings: none

A/N: this one took a lot of time! Sorry for that, hope you enjoy!

Clavell

His role as the principal at Naranja/Uva Academy in the Paldea region would mean that he approaches relationships with a sense of responsibility.

At the core of your relationship with him would be a sense of understanding and respect. He values your company and appreciates the moments of affection you share, even though his reserved nature might not always allow him to express his emotions openly. While he may not readily show his feelings, his actions speak volumes – whether it's through a thoughtful gesture or a genuine concern for your well-being.

His strict demeanor, shaped by his professional role, would occasionally surface, but it would be tempered by his underlying kindness. You'd come to appreciate his ability to handle even the most challenging situations with a level-headed approach, providing a sense of stability and security in your relationship.

As a couple, you'd find yourselves embarking on quiet yet meaningful moments together. Perhaps you'd share walks through the academy's picturesque gardens, engaging in deep conversations about your dreams and aspirations. Clavell's support for your endeavors would be unwavering, and he'd encourage you to pursue your passions with a quiet determination.

His dedication to his students and their well-being would extend to his role as a partner. He'd pay close attention to your needs, offering guidance and advice when sought. While he may not be one to overtly shower you with affection, his gestures would be meaningful and sincere – a cup of your favorite tea waiting for you after a long day, a shared glance that conveys understanding, or a comforting hand on your shoulder when you need it most.

Occasionally, you'd catch glimpses of his softer side, moments when he allows himself to let his guard down. Perhaps it's a smile that lingers a little longer than usual or a tender touch that reveals the depth of his feelings. These fleeting moments would serve as a reminder of the genuine connection you share and the affection that exists beneath his composed exterior.

While Clavell might not readily express his emotions, the love and care he holds for you would be a constant presence in your relationship. With him, you'd experience a love that is steady, enduring, and grounded in a shared understanding of each other's ambitions and aspirations.

Hassel

Dating Hassel would offer you a unique blend of intelligence, deep emotional connections, and a passion for creativity that transcends the ordinary. His ability to immerse himself in the world of art and his sincere dedication to his craft would shape the dynamics of your relationship in profound ways.

Hassel's tendency to take things seriously and emotionally, regardless of how small they may seem, would reveal a side of him that is authentic and deeply connected to his feelings. This emotional depth would lead to moments of vulnerability, where he might shed tears in response to significant events or when he's moved by something that strikes a chord within him.

When it comes to art, Hassel's enthusiasm is palpable. Conversations about artistic expression would lead him to delve into lengthy discussions about the various forms that art takes, the pursuit of perfection, and the beauty of symmetry – a reflection of his own deep appreciation for the subject. You'd find yourself captivated by his insights, his passion contagious as he shares his thoughts and experiences.

In your relationship, Hassel's emotional nature would manifest in ways that are both heartwarming and endearing. He might surprise you with heartfelt gestures – a handpicked bouquet of wildflowers that perfectly embodies the beauty of imperfection, or a handwritten note that expresses his emotions with eloquence.

While he's known for his serious demeanor, Hassel's emotional side would also extend to moments of shared joy and laughter. Together, you'd experience the elation of discovering a hidden gem in an art gallery or the delight of creating something beautiful with your own hands. These moments of shared happiness would forge a bond that is rich with emotion and understanding.

As your relationship deepens, you'd become a source of inspiration for Hassel. He'd find solace in your presence and a safe space to express his feelings openly. The times when he lets his guard down and sheds a tear in your company would be a testament to the trust and intimacy you've cultivated together.

In the intricate tapestry of your love story with Hassel, you'd discover a man who is not only intellectually stimulating but also emotionally profound. His commitment to art, his deep emotional connections, and his penchant for seeing the world through a unique lens would create a relationship that is rich, meaningful, and filled with moments of artistic and emotional resonance.

Brassius

It would be a journey of self-discovery, shared passions, and a deep connection that blooms like the most exquisite flower. His dedication to his craft and his enigmatic approach to art would shape a relationship that is both inspiring and full of intrigue.

Brassius' determination to create art would resonate with your own drive for self-improvement. Your shared desire to become the best versions of yourselves would create a strong foundation for your relationship. Together, you'd encourage each other to push boundaries, explore new horizons, and continuously evolve. Just as Brassius approaches his art with unwavering commitment, you'd embark on a journey of personal growth side by side, motivated by the mutual aspiration to reach new heights.

The sense of mystery that Brassius feels when working on his art projects would align with your own inclination to explore the depths of your inner self. Your communication would be marked by a shared fascination with uncovering the layers that make you who you are. Deep conversations about your dreams, fears, and aspirations would become a cornerstone of your relationship.

In Brassius' presence, you'd find a kindred spirit who not only appreciates your artistic passions but also shares them. The two of you would spend hours immersed in creative pursuits, whether it's painting, sculpting, or simply appreciating the beauty of nature. Brassius' artistic insight and your own unique perspective would combine to create a dynamic partnership that fuels your shared creative endeavors.

As your bond deepens, you'd discover the artistry that exists in the small moments of life. A sunrise over a tranquil meadow, the rustling of leaves in the wind, or the interplay of colors in a vibrant bouquet – these everyday experiences would take on a new dimension of beauty and significance as you and Brassius share them together.

Brassius' commitment to his gym duties and his artistic endeavors would be mirrored by your dedication to supporting his goals and aspirations. Just as he pours his heart into shaping the gym's environment and challenges, you'd stand by his side, providing unwavering encouragement and cheering him on every step of the way.

In return, Brassius' presence in your life would be a source of inspiration and wonder. His ability to find beauty in the ordinary, coupled with his mysterious charm, would keep your connection fresh and exciting. The moments when he unveils a new artistic creation or shares a personal insight would be met with genuine admiration and a shared sense of awe.

In the canvas of your relationship with Brassius, you'd paint a portrait of shared passions, mutual growth, and a love that thrives on the mystery and beauty of life itself. Together, you'd create an artistic masterpiece that captures the essence of your unique connection, a bond that grows stronger with each passing day.

Larry

Dating Larry would lead you on a journey of quiet companionship, gentle understanding, and a love that thrives in simplicity. His calm and relaxed demeanor would provide a tranquil backdrop to your relationship, while his genuine care and thoughtfulness would create a bond that runs deep.

Larry's love for all things "normal" would align with your own appreciation for life's simple pleasures. Together, you'd find joy in everyday moments – a leisurely stroll in the park, savoring a home-cooked meal, or sharing stories by a cozy fire. His relaxed nature would encourage you to embrace the present and find contentment in the little things.

While Larry's initial shyness and reserved demeanor might create a quiet atmosphere, his warmth and friendliness would shine through once you break through his shell. As you spend more time together, you'd discover his endearing quirks and the charming way he opens up to you. His soft-spoken nature would create a space for heartfelt conversations and genuine connection.

Larry's inclination for organization and tidiness would blend seamlessly with your own desire for a well-structured life. Together, you'd find comfort in creating an environment that reflects your shared values – a cozy home where everything has its place, a sanctuary of calm amidst the chaos of the outside world.

His dedication to work would be a proof of his unwavering commitment to his passions. You'd come to admire his diligence and determination, and you'd be there to offer your support as he invests time in his pursuits. Whether it's tending to his Pokémon or working on personal projects, your presence would be a source of encouragement and comfort.

Larry's caring and supportive nature would shine through in the thoughtful gestures he showers upon you. From surprise notes expressing his affection to small acts of kindness that show he's thinking of you, his love language would speak volumes. His commitment to making you feel loved and appreciated would be unwavering, and you'd come to cherish the quiet moments of tenderness he shares.

While Larry may prefer the tranquility of home, you'd find comfort in your shared space, knowing that you have a partner who understands and respects your need for solitude. His willingness to make an effort to ensure your happiness would be a testament to the depth of his affection.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Might I request the star bosses from scarlet and violet with a male reader who becomes a boss of team star and uses psychic types. (would like his main pokemon to be muna and gothrita as those are my favorites) wish you joy in the new year!

Team Star bosses with a reader who is the leader and uses psychic types

Headcanons

Hope it’s okay I made a team for the reader, as mentioned before I love doing so ^^

You took over the team after Penny disappeared btw, before that you were a boss like the others.

 Giacomo

-          Giacomo is a pretty chill guy, so while I think he’s sad that Penny left he’s happy you stepped up and took over. He has most likely looked up to you for a while since you were such a strong trainer and a good person.

-          Your Munna and Meowstic love him, if you can’t find the two its cuz they’re with Giacomo again. Your Munna especially loves to listen to Giacomo’s music.

-          He makes you a special team boss mixtape, like your own theme song for battle. He thinks that since you’re the boss you need a cool theme to go along with it, even if you were kinda flustered when he first gifted it to you.

-          You and Giacomo hang out when you just need a break, be it going for walks or going to one of your places to watch movies or listen to music.

 Mela

-          Mela in the beginning wouldn’t want you to become the new leader since she still hopes Penny will come back, but when she sees how great you are at being the leader and that Penny isn’t coming back, so accepts it and backs you up 100%

-          Your Bronzong loves to hang around Mela for some reason. In the beginning she tries to make the pokemon leave since the large cuddly pokemon takes away from her tough appearance.

-          After your Bronzong completely wipes the floor with some bullies though, she accepts its presence and is worried when it doesn’t show up.

-          Shes shy about showing her true personality most of the time but she is open to you and your friends, and Mela finds comfort in spending time with you because she can be herself.

-          You inspire her to want to get stronger since you are strong enough to become team stars leader, so you are someone she sees as a close friend but also someone to look up to.

 Atticus

-          Atticus was most likely the one to suggest you become the new leader of the team after Penny disappears, seeing as you are a powerful and noble fighter with strong morals in his eyes.

-          He would create a cool outfit that would fit your role as leader of team star and a psychic trainer, and he is very proud to see you in it for the first time, he especially likes to see it in battle.

-          He would even go as far as to create matching outfits for your pokemon, Gothorita would especially love the outfits and since that pokemon is the one your seen most with, it has many multiple outfits to match yours.

-          Atticus doesn’t feel scared to be himself and speak about his interests around you, as he doesn’t feel like you will judge him for the way he speaks or carries himself, it helps boost his confidence and make him a stronger person.

-          You motivate him to be himself and not let others’ opinions of him bother him too much, and he is happy with his decision to offer you up as the next leader of team star.

 Ortega

-          Ortega isn’t sure about making you the next leader of team star, but his opinion quickly changes when he sees how you are able to support everyone and make them feel more motivated and sure of themselves.

-          He would build you your own starmobile that would match your use of psychic types, using colors and shapes to make it something that truly fits you as a person.

-��         Ortega would be bummed out when he has to go to piano lessons and stuff like that, but you always step in and take over for him when he has to leave and write up a report on the happenings during his time away, just to make him feel better.

-          Your Gothorita and Girafarig would love Ortega, always coming out of their pokeballs to greet him and play with his pokemon, you both use the excuse of your pokemon being good friends to hang out some more between duties as leader of the team and a team boss.

 Eri

-          Eri was at first against you becoming the new leader of team star since she hoped Penny would come back, but when she sees how you take care of everyone and do your best she relents and decides to support you as much as possible.

-          Like the others she helped you train your pokemon to be stronger, and she’s proud when your team becomes stronger than her own. She’s also the one who helped you evolve your Ralts into a Gallade, so the pokemon likes to spend time with Eri.

-          She always makes sure you are taking care of yourself and not pushing yourself too hard, since she knows being the leader is hard work. She doesn’t want you to burn yourself out, its also because she fears to some extent that you will leave too.

-          Eri would bring you lunches and snacks for your pokemon every now and then, just so you two could take a break together away from all the hard work as leader and boss. She still works very hard to protect the team, but she also makes sure to protect you, even if its from yourself as times.

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[yeehawbvby]

Thanks for answering! Anything in that same tone/vibe of in too deep im 100% down for. I like the chemistry the reader and arven have a lot! And of course the NSFW stuff. Anything with the same feel 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

No problem at all! :D You got it~ 

I kept the same cheeky dynamic as In Too Deep, but the reader is a little bit more of a gremlin in this one. Also, I couldn’t stop myself from writing Arven as much more of a top/dom than in previous fics LMAO. I hope you don’t mind!! x

Home, Sweet Home | Arven x GN!Reader

Note: In case anyone is new here, please note that I headcanon Arven as an adult! Please consider this aged up if I’m proven wrong in the future.

Rating: Mature/Explicit | WC: 1,965 (Got a little carried away lol)

“Finally, we’re home,” you exclaim as you drop your backpack and flop onto the bed in Arven’s dorm. 

“One of us is,” he grumbles under his breath. 

“Come on, dude. We’ve spent the past week together, what’s one more night gonna cost you?” 

The past 7 days have been spent traveling across Paldea with your friend. Finding and battling a few Titan Pokémon, getting a gym challenge out of the way over in Cascarrafa, and staying in hotels rather than camping so as to not scare your teams and each other away with your smells. It’s been fun, but you’re both exhausted and happy to be back in Mesagoza.

Arven deadpans you from his spot, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of water in hand. “My sanity,” he finally answers before taking a sip.

You snort. “Y’lost that ages ago.”

Squinting, Arven puts down his beverage and saunters over to you. “Maybe,” he says as he kneels on the bed, placing his palms on either side of you. “Just maybe, it’s because you’ve been driving me insane.”

Being in such a compromising position under your crush, your heart nearly beats right out of your chest. There’s always been some kind of tension between the two of you, but nothing you could put your finger on. You hope to Arceus that your face isn’t as flushed as it feels while you contemplate the possibility of Arven being just as attracted to you as you are to him.

You work past your nerves, in hopes of finally getting what you want from him. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you retort with a smug grin. 

“Why would you do that?” Arven mutters, leaning down further. He looks annoyed, but speaks with a playful hint in his tone. 

Your faces are only a few inches apart, and Arven’s fringe threatens to poke your eye out. You’re hit with a surge of confidence as you brush his tresses away, twirling the thick blonde and brown strands between your fingertips.

“‘Cause…” You accidentally shudder when his breath, minty from a recently discarded stick of gum, tickles your face. “This feels more like a reward than anything.” 

Now able to see both of Arven’s eyes, you see them widen just a smidge before a devious smirk curves onto his lips. “Does it?” He leans in a little further, shifting onto his forearms.

With your vision plastered onto his lips, you nod and bring your palm to his temple. Cupping his face, but still keeping his hair out of your way. “Mhm.”

When your eyes veer up again, you notice his are trained on your own lips. He leans in again, sighs, and this time when he speaks, his mouth just barely brushes up against yours. “Why does it feel like you’re being a little perv right now?” His words are barely a whisper.

“Why does it feel like you like that I’m being a little perv?” 

A short laugh escapes Arven, and then another whisper. “Fuck you.” Then, his lips lock onto yours. 

You’d expected his kisses – if you ever so happened to receive them – to be soft, and a little rough around the edges. But this is just rough. 

You accidentally allow a tiny whimper to escape your throat as Arven wrestles his lips against yours. His breaths are heavy, and he’s growing greedier with every little smack against one another. Letting his large hands cup your face. Trailing one down your side. Bringing it back up and gently cupping it around your neck. He quietly yet devilishly laughs at your reactive moan, giving your throat a squeeze before lifting his straying hand to your cheek again. 

With the same hand that lightly choked you, Arven trails his thumb just underneath your mouth. As your kiss unlocks, and before you can go in for more, Arven takes your bottom lip under his thumb and pulls down slightly; leaving you open-mouthed, as he slips his tongue into your gasp. A satisfied hum escapes you both as your tongues twirl in tandem.

Arven pulls away just enough to mutter the few words you’ve been yearning to hear: Your name, followed by, “I really wanna fuck you.”

“Please.”

Arven leans up onto both knees, and you have to swallow back a whine as you watch him undo his belt with darkened irises. “Get undressed and flip over,” he commands. 

Oh.

“‘Kay,” you shyly answer. Comes out breathy and you’re a little embarrassed by that, but you barely care what you sound like. You’re about to get railed by Arven Sada-Turo and that’s the only thought that matters in your horny little mind right now.

Doing as he says, you strip yourself of your tie and short sleeved uniform top, as well as any undergarments you might have had on. Your eyes don’t leave Arven’s body as he does the same, exposing his beautifully stocky torso to you. Looks like a damn god beneath the rays of moonlight coming from his bedside window. The beams deliciously carve against each muscle in his arm and each curve on his tummy.

After impatiently fumbling to untie the string on your shorts, you finally rid yourself of them, as well as your socks and underwear. You feel a bit self-conscious, having your body so exposed like this, but the thought leaves your head when you lift your vision back up to Arven. 

Oh Arceus, that’s his dick. 

Arven’s dick is just a few feet in front of you. 

Has every dick you’ve seen looked this nice? Because you can’t remember ever finding anyone’s dick attractive before, but here you are, fucking ogling at his dick above all else.

“So slow…” Arven mumbles. You don’t need to look at his face to hear the smile in his voice as he complains that you’re basking in his naked body.

Leaning down a bit to reach you, Arven takes your hips beneath his palms and flips you over, propping you up on your hands and knees. You can’t help but look back over your shoulder, watching him as he drinks in the view of your body beneath him. He takes each of your asscheeks beneath his hands and rubs, then squeezes them tight, eliciting another whimper from you. 

“So needy,” Arven teases in response. His gaze meets yours and you squint at him. You don’t feel up for a snarky remark. You just want him to do something to you already.

As if Arceus heard your prayers, Arven pops his finger into his mouth, lowers it to your hole, and slowly inches it inside of you. Your eyes roll shut as you moan at the feeling, letting yourself bury your face into his pillow. His digit kindles a fire in your stomach with every preparative movement it makes. You hear him spit, and the next thrust feels much more lubricated. As he adds a second finger, and then then a third, pleasured tears form on your lash line.

“Shhh,” he hushes you, leaning his torso over yours. Fuck, you hadn’t even realized how loud your groans were becoming. “You want the entire floor to hear you?” he mutters into the crook of your neck before lightly nibbling it.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice to respond adequately. A quiet whine of protest is wrung from you as he removes his fingers. 

“You gonna be able to keep that pretty little mouth shut?”

“Yeah…” you lie between your teeth. As if his sweet nothings aren’t threatening to make you moan on their lonesome.

Your breath hitches when you feel something much thicker than a finger tease at your entrance. Peeking over your shoulder again, your eyes lock, and stay that way as Arven enters you. He’s the first to break, shutting his eyes and placing his forehead against yours while one of his hands self-soothingly squeezes your butt.

“Fuck,” Arven mutters. 

Slowly but surely, he continues rocking his hips into you. Back and forth, like a pendulum fading out of its rhythm. You know he’s probably just trying to last, but you want more. You need more.

“Harder,” you beg, “Fuck, please.”

Arven’s eyelids open, exposing his beautifully hungry aquamarine gaze to you. Sliding his bottom lip between his teeth, he grins, thrusting into you much harder than he has been. 

“Ahh, fuck!”

A shaky laugh escapes your lover. “S’that better?”

“Yes, so much… oh god, Arven!”

Still smiling, Arven steals your lips into another kiss. You feel his hand moving up your body, blunt nails lightly scratching from the small of your back up to your nape. Finally, he brings his palm up to your chin. He pulls away from your smooches just enough to slide his hand over your mouth and press down.

“Thought you were gonna be quiet for me,” he remarks, his eyes stabbing into your own. 

The only response you can muster is to moan into his hand. You’re flustered by the nonstop eye contact during this intimate little dance you two are doing, but something about that vulnerability turns you on more. Noticing how much you seem to be enjoying this, Arven pumps into you faster. Like a true gentleman, he uses his smooth, husky voice to further immerse you in the experience.

“You sound so cute,” he mutters, a shit-eating grin painting his features. “F-fuck, you feel so nice… y’must really like that I’m taking so much control, don’t you?” You nod, and he crashes into you with even more force. A low moan emits from him, making you shiver, before he keeps talking you through this. “Yeah? You like it when I use you like this?” 

You nod again, whining beneath his grip. Absolutely blissed out. He’s so fucking hot. It’s a shame you can’t tell him what you’re thinking, but that’s alright, because something about him using his gigantic hand to shut you up while he talks down to you is invigorating.

In the next few seconds, you feel the muscles in your body begin to tighten. A particularly loud, muffled whine escapes you, and Arven does you the favor of removing his hand from your face, placing it against the back of your head. 

“Ahah, fuck, Arven!” You’re cautious to keep as quiet as you can, but boy, if it isn’t a struggle. “I’m gonna...!” 

As you slightly push your ass back against Arven’s hips, you feel his cock harden and twitch inside you. He shuts his eyes and lets out a hearty groan before dipping into another sloppy kiss. You moan and nearly-deliriously laugh into his lips as you both cum. The feeling of him filling you heightens the sensation, leaving your orgasm satisfying from start to finish. 

After you’re both done, Arven practically collapses onto you, forcing your body down to the bed with an “Oof!”

Unable to believe that this finally fucking happened, you lay limp for a few moments while Arven catches his breath.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles against your shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me…” 

Arven slips out of you and rolls onto his back. Feeling too lazy to get up and towel off just yet, you stay where you are, only turning your head to face it towards Arven. When you look at him, he’s already looking at you. 

“Great job out there, sport,” he jokes.

You choke out a giggle and meet his fist bump. “Fucking nerd,” you sass, unable to hide your wide grin from him as he tangles your fingers between his.

The two of you lay like this for a few minutes as your exhaustion from all the traveling amongst other things catches up to you. Until you get up to clean yourselves up, the only movements consist of planting kisses and soft, experimental touches against one another.

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[unqrowned]

— Dating Arven

arven x male reader ( he/him ) headcanons !

It took him a moment to realize that he was developing feelings for you.

After all, his focus has been so fixated on Mabosstiff that he didn’t recognize how special you made him feel when you decided to put him and his dreams as your high priority.

For once, he wasn’t alone in something that meant so much to him! You were there by his side!

Which he realizes that he really likes the thought of you being by his side.

“Oh. I like him,”

Safe to say, the day he finally comes around to confess, you happily reciprocate his feelings.

He’s a bit awkward about holding your hand. You usually have to be the one to initiate it at first before he comes around to seek out for your hand himself. His hand is larger than yours, oftentimes engulfing yours in his, and he always rubs circles with his thumb against the back of your hand.

It’s no surprise that he’ll pack an extra lunch just for you.

But he also keeps your other favorite snacks in his bag!

You mention that you wished you had some of your favorite candy/chips right now while you two are exploring? He’s already opening up his bag to hand you what you’re craving, saying how he just happened to see these when buying more ingredients for sandwiches and other things.

He loves it when you spend time with him, whether you’re doing the same thing or not.

As long as you’re in the same room as him, he’s very content.

You’re often there in the kitchen with him, whether you’re helping him or not.

If you’re a disaster with cooking then he’ll have you sit on the counter and let you taste test whatever it is that he’s cooking. And you can sneak in kisses here and there whenever he walks past you.

Your mother enjoys gardening and after hearing you’re dating Arven, she pesters you to give him fresh vegetables and more from the garden every time you go and visit her. It is her insistence on giving him fresh ingredients that led to you wanting to pick up gardening as well.

You adore the look on his face when you hand him any fresh produce, he says that his cooking tastes better when using those ingredients because you worked hard on growing and you’re also learning to farm the Herba Mystica to surprise him with.

You like to play with his hair. He loves your touch so much, how you run your fingers through his hair, play with it, and doesn’t mind what you do. If you want to braid it then he won’t stop you.

Mabosstiff absolutely adores you because of how happy you make Arven. Sometimes it’s a race on who’ll greet you first, Arven or Mabosstiff.

If you’re together as it becomes late in the day, you’re more than happy to snuggle up right to his side and cuddle with him. Of course, this will become a cuddle pile with both Mabosstiff and Miraidon/Koraidon squeezing themselves around you two.

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[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: A Wendigo's Violent Love

Warning: aged-up!reader [in early to late twenties], violence, spoilers for episodes 7 and 8 in the first season of the 2024 show, possessive and obsessive behavior, Alastor is in denial, physical abuse, implication of friends to enemies.

There may be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the back button on your phone or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, welcome to another Hazbin Hotel fic! I know I had said that I was going to be on a break until the 8th or 14th in my last post, but I had gotten a burst of inspiration after watching the season finale and wrote this after discussing the idea with @riddle-simp and collaborated with @witch-of-the-writing-desk. It's because of these two that I managed to write 2k in a single day, so please give a big round of applause to these amazing individuals.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going on in tonight's broadcast with Hell's one and only Radio Demon!

Part Two

Alastor could not believe what had happened on the rooftop. No, he refused to believe that he was nearly killed by a hair. To almost die for his friends, a fucking altruist of all things.  Sorry to disappoint, but this is not how his story will end here. He thought viciously, tugging at his hair as memories rushed through his mind. He needed more. He needed his freedom. Yet this deal is restricting his powers from reaching their fullest potential, and it almost killed him. Yes, there has to be another way to get out of it. But more importantly….he needed to stop these feelings bubbling inside of him. These feelings he felt towards you. 

You, a simple groundskeeper who had forgotten what it meant to be a human and served as a weapon in war. You, who did not use technology like him yet still found a way to connect with the rest of the hotel’s wayward souls.

He hates it and he wants you gone, out of sight and out of mind, because these feelings have put him in more danger than necessary. When he finds the backdoor of his deal, how to unclip his wings, he will be the one pulling all of the strings and claim the power that he rightfully deserves. He is the Radio Demon, the Great Alastor! Nothing else matters to him!

He made his decision right in the dilapidated radio station to never get attached to you or anyone else again. To only focus on himself and no one else. He is in Hell for a reason, after all. He cackled, feeling the thrum of his power rising in unison with his conviction. Yes. He thought. Yes, he’s Alastor! The cold, ruthless overlord who always has room for more voices on his broadcast. Not some soft-hearted twit who would die for someone! 

But what he did not realize at the time, just right underneath the hatch, you had heard everything. 

Despite your injuries and losing both of your arms to angelic steel, you had used your strength to trek through the debris and look for him. Now knowing that he despised you, knowing that he sees you as nothing more than a weapon to use for his convenience….well, you could not blame him. You were a weapon when you were alive. You were feared, you were hated, and you did not care at the time. So why did it hurt so much when he said that? You did not know, except it was better to keep your distance from him. 

So you left the Radio Demon alone, staggering away to join the others. 

Vaggie was somehow able to find Sir Pentious’ blueprints for your prosthetics in a fireproof trunk beneath the rubble, and put in a call to Carmilla Carmine to see if she could make them with angelic steel instead of adamantine. Of course, the angelic arms dealer took a look at them first before agreeing to it, but not before telling Vaggie she must ask for your consent to do the procedure and what you wanted to add or remove. You gave your input, and the procedure was scheduled for the following week. Although you could not help with the construction of the hotel, you did assist Charlie by putting together an eulogy and memorial service for Sir Pentious. The princess was not sure when it would be held, hopefully when the hotel was finished. 

You understood, softly promising to be by her side for support, even if you had to be pushed in a wheelchair. Sir Pentious had been a good person, an inventor and a gentleman who was nothing but kind and respectful to you. Even though you offered to pay him for doing repairs on your arms in the past, he brushed it off and instead asked you to join him for tea. He…you hoped he found peace. 

On the day of your procedure, you asked the overlord a question that had been plaguing your mind since the war. “Madam Carmilla, I am a weapon. I was raised to be one, to be used and tossed aside when my usefulness had expired. So…why is it that I am bothered by what Alastor said…on that day?” You did not dare to elaborate on what he exactly said to her, just that he said that he did not want to see you anymore. Be gone from his sight and mind. 

She stared at you for a long moment before she replied coolly, “So I have heard from Vaggie. But I do not share her thoughts. A weapon is lifeless. You are a person. An emotionally stunted one, but someone is living, breathing, and who can still be hurt by what others say about them even if they can’t see it. You are upset because of what Alastor said….and in my humble opinion, whatever you feel towards him, discard it. There is nothing to gain by being close to him.” She then turned away, pulling on a pair of gloves over her hands as one of her daughters placed a mask over her face. “Are you ready to begin? This is your last chance, and I cannot promise it won’t hurt.”

“I am.” You said. “Thank you for answering my question.” 

Carmilla nodded, and proceeded to give out instructions to you and the rest of the staff in the operating room. You complied, not wanting any more time to be wasted on your behalf. At least now you knew why you were upset.  It was because you cared about Alastor. Cared….yes, that is the appropriate word. You had to distance yourself from him. It is what he wanted, so you must respect his decision as the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. 

Yes, it is better this way.

That was the last thought that crossed your mind before a mask was placed over your face, and everything fell into darkness. 

Alastor did not understand. You were doing what he wanted you to do. He did not want to see or talk to you unless it was necessary. So why was it making him angry? When he congratulated you on a successful recovery from your procedure, complimented your progress in physical therapy per Carmilla’s instructions, or how lovely the eulogy you wrote for Sir Pentious' memorial service, you showed no reaction. You simply stared at him with a hollow expression before thanking him, excusing yourself with a bow of your head. 

He should be elated. No, he is pleased. He is satisfied that his relationship with you has not gone by being professional. Why, you even pull away as soon as he lays a finger on you~! So why does it bother him that you recoil from his touch? No. He…cannot accept it. He cannot accept this.  He needed to speak to you. Discreetly. 

However, now that this new and improved Hazbin Hotel stood in place of the old one, everything is much bigger with the additional square footage; meaning there would be more ground to cover if Alastor is to ever find you, even if you do not wish to see him.

 Niffty, bless her little deranged mind, pointed him in the direction of the greenhouse. Of course, it was much bigger than the old one. But he still saw the old stained glass windows of the Moriningstar family crest lined up on the south side, allowing red light to come through and shine down on seedling trays with new shoots poking out of the inky soil. The clean, fragrant scent of herbs permeated the air as he walked through the rows of berries, juicy melons, and other culinary delights. He did not think this place would already be thriving when you were the only one who tended to it, as the hotel’s groundskeeper. However…this is you. You, who is able to accomplish anything once you put your mind to it. 

He found you hiding just beyond the apple trees, kneeling beside a bush of glistening roses, armed with pruning shears and an apron over your clothes. A watering can sat on the grass by your side. Your back was facing him…which allowed him the element of surprise. Grinning, he leaned forward, stretching his gloved fingers to lightly caress the petals of the rose you were about to snip off. 

“Oh, my apologies dear. My hand slipped!”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, emotionless [Eye Color] irises holding a steady gaze before turning away. “It’s all right. There are others that I can place at Sir Pentious’ memorial site.” You said, raising the shears to carefully cut another rose with a small snip. “Thank you for your concern.” 

The static around him buzzed, swelling in synchronization with his boiling anger towards you. “I see.” He hissed. “I am terribly sorry to disturb you.”

“It is all right.” Snip. “If there is nothing else, please allow me to finish this so that I can go on break. Niffty will not be happy if I am not out of here within ten minutes.” 

“I’m afraid we must discuss something, [First Name].” He pressed on, irritated at your uncharacteristic rudeness. “That is why I am here. So please turn around and look at me.”

You did. You placed the shears down, twisted your body around so that you looked at him straight in the eye. “Yes?” You said. “What do you need?”

He smiled, the static around him coming to a screeching halt and he was much calmer. Finally, He thought. You were looking at him, instead of avoiding his gaze. “I understand that since you have been cleared to return to work, you’ve been quite busy~! However! What I do not understand is why you have been ignoring me.” He leaned forward, feeling his eyes transform into radio dials. “You do not greet me as much as you have before, we haven’t had tea together, nor have we taken a stroll in Cannibal Colony~! So…why are you acting like I am a complete stranger to you?”

“Because I know the truth.”

Any and every thought he could have possibly said to her at this moment evaporated upon hearing your answer. “Pardon? I’m sorry but I didn’t catch that.” His voice leaked through the rising static. He felt his antlers grow, expanding past his ears with cr-crik, crick noises. Like the roots of a tree. 

“I know the truth. I know that you are angry over what happened in the war, how everyone saw you flee from your battle against Adam. I know you wish to unclip your wings and that you utterly despise me. So I am doing what you wish for. To maintain a professional relationship as the groundskeeper and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. Our goal is to redeem sinners. There’s nothing beyond business between us.” You said with a calm and expressionless composure. “I went there that day, to the radio station. I had gone there to look for you, to make sure you were all right when I heard your words. But know this,” A sudden sheen of ice glazed over your eyes. “If you bring harm to Charlie or anyone in this hotel, I will kill you where you stand.” 

The last thread of patience in his psyche split in half. Before he could stop himself, Alastor pinned you against the ground, his hands on your shoulders and glaring at you, trying to intimate you with his true form, to scare you into silence as he had done with Husk…but you held your gaze. 

“It’s terrible manners to eavesdrop on someone, my dear.”

“And it isn’t wise to attack someone when you are not even at your full strength.” 

In a flash you immediately flipped him over, straddling his hips as you held down his wrists over his head with one hand. The other held a garden spade to his throat and he was burning. That was when he realized you weren’t wearing your gloves, thus the angelic steel is the reason why his skin is on fire. 

“Calm yourself, Alastor.” You said. “There is no reason to be angry when I am doing what you want me to do. Nor to act as you are doing right now. I advise you to take slow, deep breaths and count to five backwards.” 

“Release me.”

“Not until you have calmed down.” The way you replied so calmly, so…lifelessly, made Alastor angry. Angrier than he has felt in a long, long time. Not since his prey had escaped the forest and he did not get to eat them. Not since his mother died, leaving him alone in the world except for a drunken asshole who wasn’t worthy of being his father. Make these feelings stop NOW

“Come to my office in exactly twenty minutes for an evaluation about your conduct at work. Do not be late.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he sunk into the grass as an inky shadow, slithering back towards the greenhouse’s entrance towards his room. He couldn’t believe it. How could you have known everything? How could he not have sensed your presence? Was he that weak? No. No, he assumed he was alone and clearly he had not been. You were an anomaly. You were raised as a weapon; to spy, to kill, to search and destroy upon the command of your master. 

So why does it still bother him? Why does his head feel like it is about to split in half as he goes over the conversation over and over in his mind? Why is his heart falling into the pit of his stomach at remembering your promise to kill him if he harmed anyone here in the hotel? Why does he have this urge to know how you truly feel towards him? Do you still care for him? Do you love him?

In twenty minutes, he needed to know the truth…or else he would go insane.

What Alastor did not realize though, as he holed up himself in his quarters until the allotted time to meet with you, Husk had seen the whole thing from the door. 

He was going to drag you to lunch because Niffty had gotten pissed that you were skipping meals again…and thank fuck Alastor did not see him. Husk, the drunken gambler and former overlord, almost flew over to you with a worried look, grumbling under his breath. Once he saw that you were all right and did not have visible bruises or injuries courtesy of a certain someone, he grabbed you by the hand, leading out of the greenhouse. He was not going to let Alastor hurt you again.

He might be a dumbass, can’t fight worth shit…but you are important to him, and he’ll protect you even if it means putting himself in the line of fire again. 

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[king-bee-sting]

(Y/N): I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Arven: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

(Y/N): You don’t have to wear…

Arven: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

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[livingdreams97]

Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 2)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

Words: 3.275

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Dear readers,

The same two words always come to mind for this author the morning after a big party: surprise and delight. And dear reader, the scandalous accounts of last night's evening at Ranger House ( Bridgerton house ) are quite surprising and a real delight.

Emerging from her previous failure with Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, Miss Edwina Sharma seems to have charmed Prince Friedrich of Prussia with her charms.

They have been seen very together at every social event and close sources comment on the success of the diamond of the season with the prince. Perhaps it turns out that the Queen Regent is a very good supervisor and has an eye for pairing.

Maybe this is the queen's redemption, compared to the resounding failure she had last season with Miss Sharma herself; her diamond for the second consecutive year, and the frustrated wedding she was going to have with the Viscount.

Speaking of royalty, we must also mention the presence of Prince Y/n of Hannover and also the queen's nephew in this season. Also remember that Prince Y/n is the future heir to the throne since the queen and the regent king so dictated after his 16th birthday .

Apparently, this handsome green-eyed prince is also looking for a wife and a future queen. The mothers are very attentive to each moment of solitude, to push their daughters into hisarms and try to catch the biggest fish in the place.

But it seems that his attention is fixed on none other than Miss Eloise Bridgerton. It should be noted that this is the second season as a debutante for the second daughter of the Bridgertons and the bad reputation that comes from the people with whom she joined last season.

But that fame does not seem to frighten or matter to the Prince of Hanover, as he has been seen many times on the dancefloor with Miss Bridgerton. They say that love is blind and perhaps in this case it can also become deaf.

How will the queen feel about this possible union?

On the other hand, we have Miss Prudence Featherington who is still engaged to Mr. Jack Featherington and it seems that the nuptials are still some way off. On the other hand, we have Penelope Featherington , who has reportedly been seen in the company of Mr. Colin Bridgerton more than usual. Could this mean something else; or is it just a friendship?

Always yours,

Lady Whistledown.

Eloise's POV

I can't do it anymore. I can't continue with this constant pressure, feeling like every step and every one of my movements is being watched. And not only for my mother, but also for the rest of the people in each event.

It's only been three weeks since the social season began, three weeks that have seemed eternal and one of the heaviest. It seems that three months have passed and not three weeks.

I feel exhausted and totally stressed. I don't want to disappoint my mother again and have our last name put in doubt again because of me. That is what I least want.

But the pressure not to disappoint Mother again, the feeling of being completely watched at all times, and the discomfort I feel every time a newcomer questions me about my "radical" ideals overwhelms me.

The only times I don't feel so overwhelmed and suffocated by everything is when I'm reading in my room and no one bothers or watches me at all.

I can only relax when I am completely alone.

Worst of all, I can't talk about it with anyone, since I would have talked about it with Penelope before and that's it. But after her betrayal, I can't talk to her, much less when she didn't trust her and continues to write as Lady Whistledown .

The fact that she continues writing annoys me even more, especially when she writes about my family and more specifically about me. If anyone had forgotten about her comment last season, about my relationship with Theo and my supposed radical political ideas; with what she wrote about me three days ago, she reminded all of London.

So people looked at me even more and not in a very positive way. But I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt, because I don't have any friends left and no one in my family would understand.

I can't even tell Benedict how I feel, since he's too focused on his drawing and I don't want to worry him with my problems. In addition to that he would tell me not to pay attention to people and he would tell me something funny to make me laugh.

But that's not what I need right now. What I need now is someone who listens to me, who understands me and can help me with all this that I feel. Because I feel like I'm drowning more every day and how I'm short of breath every time I enter a dance or social event.

And the same thing was happening to me right now.

Tonight was the annual seasonal ball at Vauxhall Gardens, so the whole family except my two younger brothers had come. Even Kate had decided to leave little Olivia at home.

As soon as the family had set foot in the party, all eyes were on us and more specifically on me.

Ignoring with all my might the gazes on me, I comply with what my mother asks of me and dance with two men until the song ends. But neither of the two men are educated people.

Because both of them have spent the dances asking about my ideals and how wrong I am with my radical political thought, since that promotes the extinction of my life as a person of high class.

What ends up getting fed up and in a carelessness of my family I flee towards the labyrinth of the gardens. Where I sit on one of the stone benches of the place and I start to cry without being able to avoid it.

XY: I don't think it's safe or correct that you're out here without supervision.- I hear near me, causing me to jump scared and turn around to find the Prince of Hannover.

Eloise: I could say the same to you.- I reproach with a frown, forcefully wiping away my tears and trying to stop crying.

Y/n: Are you alright Eloise? - he asks with some concern on his face, walking towards where I am and sitting a bit far away; but in the same bank.

Eloise: Of course I'm fine.- I answer clenching my jaw and holding back the urge to continue crying.

Y/n: I'll  believe you and we can go back to the dance as if nothing had happened.- he says with some sarcasm, bringing a glass to his lips and giving a small sip.

Another thing that has changed is my relationship with Prince Y/n. At first it seemed unbearable and somewhat unbelievable. But over time I have been able to learn more about him and have long intellectual conversations about our interests.

So I've started to see him a bit as a friend, since he knows what is said about me and completely ignores it. He has never come to ask me about my radical political ideas, even though I don't have them as such and that is something that everyone has asked me about.

So you can say that I like him a little, although not enough to tell him my stuff and be considered my friend completely.

Eloise: I'm just tired and overwhelmed by everything.- I admit with a sigh and see how he offers me his drink.

Y/n: What has you overwhelmed?- he asks as I accept the glass and take a small sip, feeling a burning pain in my throat.

Eloise: Iugh Yuck.- I say with a gag, giving him back the drink and causing him to laugh at my reaction.

Y/n: Don't change the subject and answer me.- he tells me funny.

Eloise: I feel overwhelmed for not finding a husband and disappointing my mother for a second time.- I answer playing with my hands and lowering my gaze.

Y/n: And why do you think you won't find a husband?- he asks with some confusion in his voice. -From my point of view, you are perfect for any man. You are beautiful, you have your own thoughts and ideals that you defend with very good arguments, you are educated, you like to read and you do not give importance to what the rest of the world says. - he enumerates and I look at him completely surprised, feeling a certain heat on my cheeks and ears.

Eloise: You say that out of politeness.- I played down what he just said, feeling embarrassed and somewhat impressed by his opinion about me.

Y/n: I say what I've seen and what I've experienced with you.- he assures me with a small smile, so I look away from him. -There are very few women like you Eloise Bridgerton and you should be proud of who you are. Because you are worth much more than any of the other debutants with knowledge of pianoforte or whatever they know how to do, because you go further and you don't focus only on learning something to please your future husband.- he expresses and i presses my lips , so that he does not see the smile that wants to appear on my face about what he has told me.

Eloise: That's the problem, I don't want a husband to please and become a boring housewife.- I say with a sigh. -I don't want to have to pretend to be someone I'm not in order for a man to like me, I don't want to make myself less so I can get married and I don't want my life to be left in the hands of a husband who is only interested in himself.- I complain and I can see how he listens to me attentively.

Y/n: So you don't want to get married? - he asks with confusion and with some interest shining in his eyes.

Eloise: No.- I deny with a sigh. -It's not something I want, but my mother wants me to get married and I don't want to stay like a spinster either; because it is not that they are very well seen in our society. - I explain and I see how he nods with his head processing what I just said.

He stares at me in silence for a few moments, saying absolutely nothing and with a certain pensive look on his face.

Y/n: Can I make you a proposition?- he asks me with some caution.

Eloise: What kind of proposition? - I ask a little interested, but also with some caution for the possibilities.

Y/n: You don't want to get married, right? - he asks and I shake my head. -But neither do you want to stay single and "disappoint" your mother by not getting married.- he says and I nod without understanding where he wants to go. -I propose that you marry me.- he says confidently and I open my eyes wide.

Eloise: WHAT?!! - I exclaim completely in shock.

Y/n: Don't yell or someone will see us.- he whispers looking at all sides.

Eloise: Have you gone crazy?- I ask quickly in a whisper. -I just told you that I don't want to get married and you ask me to marry.- I commented as if it were the craziest idea in the world.

Y/n: Be quiet and listen to me for a moment please.- he asks me with a certain plea in his eyes.

Eloise: Okay.- I accept with a sigh, trying to relax my breathing and the accelerated beating of my heart.

Y/n: I don't want to get married either, but my father forces me to find someone and marry her for love.- he begins to tell me. -I just want to travel the world and enjoy life, but I can't do it until I get married; since I made a deal with my father. The deal is based on the fact that if I marry for love, he will pay me six months to travel the world and buy me a house wherever I want for myself and my wife.- he explains and I still don't understand his proposition.

Eloise: And what do I paint here and in your proposal for me to marry you? - I ask still a bit confused.

Y/n: That's what I'm getting to.- he complains with a sigh. -I don't want to get married and you don't want to get married, but for different reasons we don't want to be single either. So it's the best thing that could happen to us. - he exclaims and I look at him still confused.

Eloise: I still don't quite understand the reason for your proposition.- I point out how poorly it is being explained.

Y/n: You marry me and your mother is glad that you marry a prince and future heir to the crown; besides that you don't stay single.- he points to me first . -And I marry you, finally being able to travel the world and having the freedom to live away from my father. We both won.- he exclaims with some joy.

Eloise: But I would still have to marry you and I'm not going to make myself less or become a housewife for you.- I deny immediately.

Y/n: And you won't.- He denies, reassure me immediately. -You will have all the freedom in the world, you will be able to read everything you want and dedicate your time to yourself without having to worry about your future anymore.- he assures me and I observe him considering the proposal.

Eloise: Could I choose where to have the house? - I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n: As long as it's not near my father; yes.- he nods with a smile.

Eloise: I want to review your proposal, okay? - I ask and he nods. -You want us to get married together; because neither of us really wants to get married, but I don't want to disappoint my mother and I don't want to stay single either. At the same time as you , you have made a deal with your father and if you get married he will finally let you travel the world and buy you a house.- I am saying everything he has told me, causing him to nod again. -And I will be able to continue enjoying my books and not being the most feminine woman in the world, without you caring and I will have all the freedom in the world; besides that I will choose where we would live? - I finish reviewing the proposition.

Y/n: Exactly.- He nods with a smile.

Eloise: What's the catch? - I ask raising an eyebrow, knowing that everything sounds very perfect and there must be a catch.

Y/n: It has to seem like we really love each other and my aunt has to accept our marriage.- he responds a bit insecure and I open my mouth in surprise.

Eloise: No.- I deny getting up from the bench. -Your aunt; Your aunt THE Queen hates me.- I point out and he follows my example getting up from the bench.

Y/n: My aunt will adore you if she thinks you're the love of my life and thinks I'm in love with you.- he assures me and I shake my head.

Eloise: Nobody will believe it. - I deny nervous and somewhat disappointed.

The proposal was perfect, but it was too perfect to be true and now it's clearly impossible.

Y/n: Eloise, please listen to me.- He begs me, grabbing my hands and making me look at him. -You are my only hope, the other debutants want to marry me to show off and for the possible power that marriage would entail. And to be honest, I couldn't pretend to love them one bit, no matter how good an actor I may be.- he explains sincerely and I can't help but laugh at the last thing .

Eloise: And with me if you can pretend perhaps? - I ask strangely nervous about his closeness and curious about his answer.

Y/n: Yes, because you have something in your head and you have thoughts of your own.- he answers without thinking for two seconds. -It would be easier for me to fake a relationship with someone intelligent like you, than with someone who doesn't even know what an intellectual and casual conversation is; without it being planned.- he comments and I can't help nodding at the reality of the situation.

Eloise: And what happens if we don't fool anyone? - I ask with an exhausted sigh.

Y/n: Lady Whistledown already believes that there is something between us and as my aunt says, if that lady writes about it, the rest of the town comments on it and also thinks about it.- he answers calmly. -We just have to start being seen more together, take walks in the park together and dance only with each other.- he explains part of his plan.

Eloise: And how will we convince my mother, Lady Danbury and your aunt the Queen?- I ask and I see how he remains thoughtful.

Y/n: I could go to your house for tea from now on, show an intense interest on my part towards you and a notorious approach so that they do not suspect.- he plans and I can recreate the plan in my mind.

I can see how the situation can turn out favorable for us and how we can both win if everything works as he has said. But it can also go wrong and someone discover us.

Eloise: Can I think about the proposal for a few days? - I ask a little nervous and insecure.

Y/n: You can think about it for as long as you want. - He nods with a small smile. -But I'm afraid that to ensure a positive ending in case you accept, we have to start acting now and even if in the end you reject the offer, we'll just distance ourselves a bit and that's it.- he raises and I nod, understanding his point of view .

Eloise: Okay.- I nod and he leaves a light squeeze on my hands and then releases them. -I'll think about it these days and I 'll give you an answer as soon as possible.- I assure him and he takes a couple of steps back, picking up his glass from the bench.

Y/n: Great, now let's go back to the dance and hopefully no one has noticed our absence.- he tells me and we both head towards the dance.

Before reaching the end of the maze, he asks me to go first and that he will appear a few minutes later; so as not to arouse suspicion. And that's what happens.

Ten minutes after I have found my brothers, excusing myself for having been in the bathroom and for the long queue, there he was. Prince Y/n approaches us and asks me to dance with him, which I immediately accept with a smile and beginning the most important performance of my life.

From this moment on, in the following days we will have to be the best actors in the world and make all the people believe that there is something between the prince and me.

I just hope that everything goes well and that in the solitude of my room, I can think calmly and weigh all the pros and cons of the proposition Y/n has made me.

I only hope to be able to choose well and not regret it in the future; either close or far from the decision that I have to make in a few days. Because that decision will dictate my life and future from the moment I make my final decision.

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[slaptasticturtle]

Hallows Night

Yandere Male Werewolf X GN Reader

Warnings: Gore, Death (not reader), unhealthy relationship, unpleasant description of violence, swearing.

The night crept in on this year's Halloween, a holiday y/n quite enjoyed. Candy, costumes, scares, and the general atmosphere all made for a fun night. They hadn't gone full out with their costume, having been fired from their job a few weeks ago, they couldn't afford more than a simple Walmart costume. They had dressed as Ghostface and their friends decided that it would be fun to all be iconic slashers.

David, one of their oldest friends, had dressed as Michael Myers. He was the only one with the correct stature for it. Bulky, tall, and very imposing. The only thing that didn't match was his friendly personality. He couldn't harm a fly, even if that fly killed his entire family.

Caleb, the most recent addition to y/n's friends, dressed as Jason. His stature was wrong, but he insisted on being his favorite slasher. He was pretty short and slim, almost twig like. He carried a real machete for self defense, and to make the costume more real. Despite being shorter than everyone in the group, he was probably the best fighter. He was considered a delinquent and would constantly get into fights with others before meeting the group.

Sarah, who was like a sister to y/n, dressed as ghost face as well. There were always 2, so she thought it would be cool. Sarah refused to add any fake blood, as she didn't want to scare any kids that decided to trick or treat. She was kind to a fault, refusing to state the faults in others; even if it helped them.

Jim, who accidentally joined the group, dressed as Billy the puppet. He liked horror movies and really enjoyed Gore, so being the puppet from the saw series was his go to. He wanted to watch horror movies instead of going to the party they were walking to, but Violet convinced him to go. He hated the large crowds, but he had a not-so-secret crush on Violet. Opposites do attract.

Violet, the party girl, was going as a genderbent freddy Krueger. She loved cosplaying, and that allowed her to spend hours working on hers with how long the makeup would take. She happens to be in a rich family and was able to spend much more on her costume than the others in the group. She loved showing off her talents and loved to be in larger crowds.

Finally, there was Samuel, the survivalist. He was dressed as leather face. He wasn't as buff as David, but he was still pretty strong. He had more of a sleeper build, which he got from working in the forest. He worked as a lumberjack, and just happened to go to the same college as y/n. He met the group when they had gone camping in the forest his family owned. They hadn't known, but Samuel was pretty forgiving and allowed the to camp. After that he showed up to one of y/n's classes and slowly became a member of the group.

They had decided to go to a party that one of their fellow students was hosting. They had invited just about everyone in the college, so the group was expecting a large crowd. Y/n, while not afraid of large crowds, was worried about how large this one may be. They had decided to walk there, as it wasn't to far, and Sarah wanted to see the trick or treaters. She had brought a bag of candy for the walk, and was passing out candy to truck or treaters as they passed by. Violet was skipping as she walked, which was slightly unsettling with the costume she had. David was walking in the middle, in order to appear scary to any wannabe hooligans he claimed, but the group knew it was because he didn't want to get lost. He was known to suddenly wander off when something caught his attention.

Caleb was glaring at anyone who passed by, and would occasionally jump out at little kids. Everytime he did, Sarah would slap the back of his head and the group would need to stop for Sarah to lecture him. Y/n was just walking along with David and Samuel, all three pretty silent on the way and only really talking when they were talked to. Violet joked that Y/n had scary dog privileges, as both Samuel and David towered over them and anyone would think twice before approaching Y/n.

After half an hour, they finally began to see lights. The crowd wasn't in the thousands, but there were atleast a few hundred people. Luckily that classmate was the product of an eccentric millionaire father, so the giant mansion had more than enough room. The party was loud, and y/n could tell that most party goers were either drunk or high. Caleb scrunched up his nose as one person passed by, reeking of alcohol. Violet immediately ran off, and Caleb began to follow leaving the rest of the group behind.

Dave looked around for a second before turning to the others.

Dave:"so, what are we going to do?"

Sarah:"stick together, have fun, and not get too drunk or high?"

Y/n:"sounds like a plan."

Samuel:"should we look for the other two?"

Y/n:"nah, they probably are going to end up in bed together and I don't want to interfere with something we have been waiting for."

Sarah looked disgusted at that comment, and gave a little "hmph" while Dave giggled and Samuel let out a full belly laugh, which attracted the attention if a few nearby party goers.

Samuel:"I agree with y/n on this, we knew it would happen eventually."

David:"yeah, let's leave Mr Guard Dog with Ms. Princess so they can finally get together. I see the punchbowl, does anyone want a drink?"

Y/n shrugged.

Y/n:"only if it is not spiked, don't want to get drunk yet."

Samuel:"I'll take one, and I didn't know you liked to get drunk y/n."

Y/n:"I really don't, but it's a party; so why not live a little."

Sarah shook her head.

Sarah:"not thirsty at the moment."

David:"suit yourself."

David wandered to the punch bowl and proceeded to fill three cups. He took a sip of his, and poured one of the cups back into the punch bowl. He then walked back over with his cup and one other.

David:"definitely spiked. I could taste the vodka"

Samuel took a sip.

Samuel:"yep; vodka, tequila, and a little bit of wine. Pretty weird combination. Maybe multiple people tried to spike it?:

Dave:"man, I wish I had those kind of taste buds. How could you tell about the wine?"

Samuel smiled and boastful stated

Samuel:"my mother's a natural when it comes to cooking. My pallete is very advanced. Wine has an off taste when it comes to the grape flavor, and the punch does not contain grapes."

After a few hours of partying, y/n decided to give get some punch. David noticed and walked over to them.

David:"I can go get you some punch now, there is quite a crowd near there and I would rather you not be assimilated."

Y/n:"thanks. I'll be right here."

David nodded and began to head to the table. After a minute, Samuel approached Y/n with a cup of punch. He held it out and said

Samuel:"David told me to give this to you, Sarah needed his help with something."

Y/n nodded and thanked him before drinking it. It had an off taste, but y/n assumed it was the alcohol. After a few minutes after finishing the punch, Y/n began to feel dizzy and saw David approach. He had a cup if punch in his hands.

David:"are you feeling OK? You look a little pale. I got the punch finally, the line was massive."

Y/n looked at David confused, but was to dizzy to form a complete sentence. After a moment, Y/n lost their balance and David caught them. He brought them to an empty room and sat them on the ground.

David:"I'll watch over you, get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

With that y/n slowly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, y/n awoke to David shaking them. The first thing y/n picked up was the sound screaming. David in a hushed tone hurriedly explained to y/n what was happening

David:"Y/n, you awake? Good. I barricaded the door and called the police. Someone went crazy and suddenly bit the throat of someone else. They then grabbed a knife and began to stab other people. We need to be quite."

Y/n, now fearing for their lives, quickly nodded and began to shiver in fear. David noticed and wrapped them up in a nearby curtain. They happened to be in a storage room, and a lot of old furniture was stashed there. David began to search for a weapon. Y/n noticed a second exit, an emergency exit, that didn't have an entrance. They pointed it out to David.

David:"we will use that as a last resort. I checked, it leads to the hallway outside. This room is like a panic room it seems."

Y/n agreed, as they were in the room and were definitely panicking.

After the screams began to die down, they heard footsteps approach the barricaded door. They heard a growl, and suddenly the door was being slammed into. The barricade, which consisted of a dresser and mirror, began to Crack. The door was splintering, and David quickly turned to y/n.

David:"you need to go. I will distract them while you escape."

Y/n began to shake their head, but David hushed them.

David:"I will not let you be killed. I love you to much to allow you to be hurt. Live your life, remember me, and get outside. The police will be here soon. I'm happy to be your friend."

Y/n looked shocked for a moment, then nodded now determined. Another slam caused the mirror to fall and shatter, the dresser was beginning to fall apart. David grabbed the curtain pole, and got into a stance. Y/n quickly pushed against the wall and immediately began to run. They were shocked at the carnage. Dozens of dead bodies, blood everywhere. The floor was surely going to be stained crimson. Some bodies were missing limbs, others bad their throats torn out. A few of the bodies were moaning in pain, but y/n couldn't afford to stop. The person slamming into the door broke through, based on the sudden crash behind y/n as they continued to run. Tears streamed down y/n's face as they continued to run as a sudden howl rang out. Y/n gasped, and came to a stop, the tears growing. Sarah's body laid infront of them and seemed to be the worst of all. She was missing both legs, an arm, and had a large scratch going through her face. The only reason Y/n could even recognize Sarah was the torn costume, and the necklace they wore. Y/n came out of their shock and began to run towards the entrance again. They were lost, though, not knowing the directions of the mansion and how they got to the storage room. Suddenly someone grabbed their shoulder. Y/n turned and gasped.

Caleb was getting along with Violet for a while when suddenly screams ran out. Caleb turned for a minute and heard violet chuckle. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder and could no longer feel his arm. He looked at his arm and let out a cry of agony. Violet, who now was nearly 7 feet tall and looked like a monster, had ripped his arm off. He quickly began to run, while Violet began a rampage. She quickly grabbed one of the other party goers and ripped their throat our with her bare teeth, blood gushing onto her brown fur. Caleb ran to one of the curtains, and using his machete, cut a large section off. He was loosing blood fast, ND would die if he did not hurry. He made a tourniquet and quickly tightened it onto his shoulder, which slowed the bleeding. He used another strip to package his wound, hissing as he did. He would survive this wound for a bit longer, but he needed to get out. He placed his machete in his holster, and began to head to the entrance when he noticed someone familiar. He grasped at their shoulder, and Y/n turned around, gasping.

Caleb:"do you know where the others are?"

Y/n, with tears in their eyes,:"David sacrificed himself so I could escape. Sarah is dead. I don't know about Samuel or violet."

Caleb gritted his teeth and said:"violet is one of the monsters. She suddenly grew several feet taller and ripped my arm off. We need to find the others, if they are still alive. Based on the dead bodies around us, there is more than just 1 or 2 monsters. I am ahead of Violet, but she may be gaining ground."

Y/n was shocked, but quickly regained their resolve. They nodded and began to search rooms as quietly and quickly as possible. A voice suddenly rang out from the hallway they were in.

Violet:"Caleb, I can smell your blood! I know you are out here! If you show yourself, I can give you a quick death. Almost painless. If you surrender Y/n, I will let you go. After all, this is all for them!"

Caleb quickly whipped around and told Y/n

Caleb:"we need to go. Split up, we will meet in the main lobby. If I'm not there in 5 minutes, leave without me. You just need to go straight and to the right. Last door. I will try and lose them."

With that he quickly rushed into a bedroom. Y/n turned and began to spring down the hallway as Violet called out to them

Violet:"Y/n, please come here. I won't hurt you, none of us will. We just want to welcome you to the family. No one else needs to die, not Caleb, Samuel, Sarah, or David!"

Y/n turned and shouted back as they continued to run

Y/n:"you monsters killed Sarah and David. You probably killed Samuel. Leave me alone, I don't want to join whatever you monsters are!"

Y/n heard a snarl, but they heard a door open and saw a giant wolf monster go into the bedroom Caleb went into. Y/n finally burst through the doors to the main lobby, which was surprisingly clean. Almost no dead bodies, and the few that did exist were placed into the corners of the room. Y/n rushed to the bodies and began to search for Samuel. None of the bodies matched.

Caleb was dashing from room to room. His adrenaline was causing the pain to be a mild discomfort. He needed to escape. He need to save atleast one of his friends. As he ran he was replaying all his memories of Y/n, Samuel, Violet David, and Sarah in his mind. They pulled him out of the roughest place in his life and saved him, and now because one of his friends happened to be a monster; he was going to lose them. He needed to save Y/n, whatever Violet had planned for them was not something they deserved. He might also be able to save Samuel, but he wouldn't get his hopes up until he saw them.

Violet called after him as he ran

Violet:"Caleb, this is all your fault! If you hadn't scared Y/n off, you would still be able to live. We would have welcomed you as well. Your death and Samuel's is on your hand."

Caleb ignored the taunts and continued to run, before he entered a bathroom. The bathroom didn't have a way to escape, so he turned back to the guest room he was just in and suddenly went pale. His adrenaline immediately cut off, and the pain came in full force. Standing infront of him was Violet. Violet and a grey wolf. There were atleast 2. Atleast he would die knowing Y/n made it out.

Y/n grew worried as the minutes passed by. They didn't know how long it had been, but they were sure it was more than 5 minutes. They knew Caleb told them to run, but they couldn't. Not until he got back. There was 2 exits, so if they needed, Y/n could rush out if one of the werewolves appeared. After a few more minutes, with Y/n growing more and more worried, they noticed a clock. It was almost morning. Only a few hours until the sun would be up. Hopefully that transforms the werewolves back into their weaker forms, like the stories say.

Suddenly they heard footsteps and cackling. Y/n looked towards the hallway entrance and saw two werewolves, one grey and one brown, werewolf appear. They were carrying the corpse if Caleb and slowly munching on it. They saw Y/n as they entered, and both their lights lit up. Y/n turned to run, but was quickly tackled by the grey werewolf.

Y/n looked up at it and pleaded with defeat

Y/n:"please kill me quickly atleast."

A familiar voice came out of the werewolves mask and Y/n looked at it with a feeling of betrayal.

Samuel:"we aren't going to kill you, silly. Although it is to late to turn you and welcome you into the family. We have to do that next year, but don't worry. We won't harm a hair on your head."

Suddenly a white furred werewolf walked in, towering over the other 2. The others acknowledged it, and began to speak.

Violet:"sorry alpha, I got to occupied chasing Caleb. He was able to allude me for a while. I didn't know he would survive his wound."

Samuel:"I apologize as well. I was to focused on finding survivors that I didn't think to search the main lobby for Y/n."

The white werewolf addressed them both and as soon as he opened his mouth; Y/n's brain completely imploded.

David:"it is not that big of an issue. I knew it would be a long shot to both get then and turn them by the time limit, especially with so many people. That is why we built that special room for them in our den after all. You two have not failed me, you got me my beloved."

He then turned to Y/n

David:"I know this must be shocking and traumatizing for you. Do not worry, my beloved, that shall pass. None of us shall harm you further than the mental harm we caused today, and you shall forget all of this soon enough. I shall explain our motives as well, nod if you can hear me."

Y/n, with tears in their eyes, glared up at David.

David sighed, but continued.

David:"not exactly a nod, but you can clearly hear me. We have been friends since elementary school, friends longer than you have even known anyone else. I grew to love you, and while it may seem obsessive to you, it is natural for my kind to stalk and be protective of our loved ones. Especially when they aren't the same as us. Over time I noticed that you would not be safe all the time with just me watching you, so I decided to find others. I was born a werewolf, the others were chosen by me and turned. Violet was the first and was chosen due to her popularity and loyalty. Samuel was soon after, he was obsessed with the myth of the werewolves and; when he found me during a hunt in his parents woods, surrendered his flesh to me. I gave him the chance to be part of the pack."

He paused, allowing Y/n to follow and register what he was saying

David:"after I found them I left my parents pack. We created a den in Samuel's forest, and I have been keeping you safe ever since. I prevented you from being kidnapped a few years ago. Samuel prevented you from being mugged while you walked home a few weeks ago, and violet kept you away from bad influences. We all adore you, but you will be my betrothed. You will be the Luna of the group, the spouse of the Alpha. Your word will only be rivaled by mine. Until then, you shall remain human. I have gotten a bunch of your hobbies, interests, and some nice furniture. You will be kept in your new room until it is time to turn you, but you will be entertained, fed, and doted on by me. Once you turn, you shall gain your freedom."

Y/n mustered the courage to speak after David finished his explanation

Y/n:"why did you kill Sarah? Why did you kill Caleb?"

David sighed once more and began to explain

David:"we offered Sarah to join us before we killed her. She refused. Caleb was a bad influence on you, however if he gave you up we would have also allowed him to join. It was their choice to die. We did not wish to kill them, but we will always prioritize you. Them being alive kept us from having you."

David nodded to Violet, whom turned to Y/n.

Violet:"don't worry, when you wake up you will be comfortable and safe."

Violet began to walk towards Y/n, who began to struggled under Samuel. Violet smiled apologetically, before shoving a pill down their throat. Violet quickly covered their nose and mouth and began to coo at them.

Violet:"just relax and swallow. You will be safe, I promise."

After a few moments, Y/n swallowed the pill. The group all waited as Y/n grew sluggish and fell asleep. David walked over an picked them up.

David:"they are so adorable when they sleep."

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[worldslargestfrog]

I can't believe they made a Pokemon game with zero straight people

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[bluemoondust]

✧General Yandere Headcanons✧ — Gym Leader Grusha

Ao3 Request: I'd love to see Grusha headcannons. He already lost his career to his injury, he wouldn't want to lose his darling too.

Warning(s): Possessive Behavior, Overprotective Behavior, Gaslighting/Manipulation, Talk of Near Death Experience (Not with Darling), Attempted Murder

Grusha never really thought he'd feel this way after his perception of the world changed that one fateful day. Life really seemed to enjoy taking a turn on him, huh? He initially thought it was a simple crush that he may grow out of sooner or later. He kinda hoped it did. Don't take it offensively, he absolutely adores you as of now, but Grusha wasn't fully on board when he realized that these feelings weren't so innocent. It's just that he truly believed life wanted to screw with him again when he pinpointed his yandere traits. Are you for real? We can't have nice things apparently...

So he tries to suppress the feelings and even avoid you. He's got gym work to do, maybe he can hang out another time. Grusha puts the excuse that his position as a Gym Leader is crucial since it's what he has left. Sigh, don't look at him like that. This will only last until things pass on and he moves forward from this. Surprise, surprise. It didn't. This makes Grusha frustrated and now he has to deal with what he's feeling, giving him some time to actually put thought into it. A horrible decision that'll get you in the end, honestly.

The whole reason why Grusha couldn't allow himself to gain further feelings for you is because of fear. He is afraid of having something/someone that would truly make him happy again (like back then...) only for the world to take that away. Now that he's thought this through, Grusha has come to the conclusion that he's had enough. You've become someone he wants to desperately hold dearly. So, he is going to do whatever it takes to prevent losing you. He can't allow for anything to happen like last time.

So Grusha is an overprotective and possessive yandere to put it simply. He's automatically on you whenever you're visiting Glaseado Mountain, since, duh, it gets dangerous out there in the cold and you could get injured. Or worse. You don't immediately see anything wrong with his concern/warnings since he is right, there's no arguing with him on that subject. It would only get concerning if he suddenly prevented you from going anywhere else in the mountains unless he's supervising you. He's careful with his actions, but there are times where he kind of treats you like you don't know any better. Force of habit, really. I mean, you can't get too ahead of yourself in life, darling, or else the fall will only just hurt even more.

As for his more possessive traits, Grusha gets...passive aggressive with certain people. Rivals annoy him to no end but the possibility of you choosing someone else over him scares him. So, he's just projecting onto those people with his comments. You at first believe it's just sarcasm or that Grusha is in a bad mood, but if you decide to read into it, you'll be able to tell. Catching him mid comment is frustrating to deal with as he comes up with an excuse. For some reason, you always end up being the one falsely accusing him of being too judgmental. However it's fine, he always forgives you.

In all honesty, yeah, this makes him a little more selfish but he could care less. Life has this funny thing of just taking and taking, which Grusha is fed up with. So now it's his turn to take. Back then, he was too weak willed to push himself back up again. Not anymore. Forgive him, but Grusha is just bitter and taking that out on others. Which explains why he throws passive aggressive comments towards rivals and spouts how you don't know better sometimes. One of the things he doesn't want to appear is clingy around you because of this need to keep you around. It'd be so uncool...seeing him all needy for your presence and attention.

Is he a danger? To others, if given the chance, yeah. Grusha would be a-okay if any rival would be put off by his sarcasm and cynical/pessimistic attitude, but if they're persistent...it gets annoying really fast. The worse thing the person can do is confront him, shout at him even, and that determines what Grusha must do. Sigh, it seems like this person needs a reminder of how cruel the world can be.

You don't hear from them again as you're only informed that they had gotten themselves into an accident, leading to hypothermia and asphyxiation...they can't seem to remember how it even happened (apparently hypothermia has chances of memory loss/amnesia, depending on how severe it is). Grusha mentions that they must of been hit by an avalanche or something. He gives his regards, pointing out how these things happen due to how dangerous the mountains are. This honestly gives more weight to what he has been telling you since the beginning. You really can't be too careful, darling.

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Self indulgence 2 electric boogaloo

Unrelated but I'm so fucking hype for Hades 2. I loved the first game I'm excited as hell. Anyways self indulgence and comfort. This is just a little ficlet.

Arven X Male Reader

Arven loves his boyfriend with all of his heart, but man, he's a damn idiot sometimes. Case in point: trying to do a sick stunt on the back of a moving Pokemon.

Reader is the SV protagonist, and is the same age as Arven. Takes place after the story, but there are no spoilers. None of Reader's Pokemon are mentioned, and they ride Miraidon.

It was a nice day. It was warm, the sky was cloudless, and the sun was out. Arven had thought to take a nice peaceful walk with Mabosstiff, and had even thought to invite his boyfriend to come with them.

That was a good idea, because he loved his company and genuinely adored him as a person. It was also a bad idea, because he just so happened to be a high-energy daredevil who loved excitement and activity. There wasn't anything wrong with that, of course, but he had a tendency to get himself hurt.

Mabosstiff trundled along peacefully, pausing to sniff at something interesting every once in a while. The two trainers walked side by side, accompanied by Miraidon. The Paradox Pokemon seemed antsy, impatiently nudging at their trainer every so often.

"What are you thinking about?" Arven asked the other suddenly, hooking an arm around his shoulders as an incentive to not do something stupid.

"There's a natural ramp there. I bet I could do a cool trick with Mirai." He hummed, rolling up the sleeves of his uniform jacket. "Watch this!"

"Do not do that!" Arven's words fell upon deaf ears as he watched the other jump on the back of Miraidon, the metallic Pokemon revving up before propelling forward. They kicked up grass and dirt as they went, leaving a worried Arven with a bemused Mabosstiff. "Bad idea!! Don't hurt yourself!!"

Arven shouldn't have jinxed it. He watched as his boyfriend, laughing like a maniac, launched off the ramp on the back of a living motorcycle... And promptly fell off, tumbling down the hill.

"Shit!" Arven cursed under his breath, bustling down the slope as fast as he could. This was exactly why he kept a first-aid kit. He lightly pushed Miraidon out of the way as they landed, nervously fussing over their trainer.

He was relieved to see him roll over, still giggling away. He was covered in grass stains and scratches, his violet uniform pants torn at the knees. Blood oozed sluggishly from a nasty-looking gash on his cheek, but otherwise he looked alright.

"Did not nail the landing." He stated the obvious, wincing as Arven pulled him upright into a sitting position. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

"I'm just happy you're in one piece." Arven shook his head with a sigh. He picked a gauze pad out of the box in his bag, gently dabbing at the bleeding scratch to clean it. "Really, that was foolish! You have to take better care of yourself, you can't just fling yourself off of every ledge you see."

He continued his scolding as he tended to his partner's scratches and bruises, making sure to bandage up any cuts that were bleeding. He was completely unaware of his boyfriend staring, a sort of dopey grin on his face.

"...What?" Arven finally caught on, a pale blush dusting over his features.

"I love you," He sighed dramatically, sinking forward into Arven's arms and accidentally dropping a few grass blades onto him in the process.

"Tsch." Arven clicked his tongue, giving him an affectionate kiss on the forehead. "I love you, too. Let's get you to nurse Miriam, make sure you're completely okay. I'd rather you not have an untreated concussion."

"Nurse Miriam it is." He tried to stand up, stumbling awkwardly on a twisted ankle. Arven caught him, helping him right himself completely. "Should we hitch a ride back?"

"Absolutely not."

Extremely short. Things are not great but I am. Managing.

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