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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 10 months

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Hello, I'd like to request for fuegoleon, William, nozel, zora and Nacht where they hurt their s/O's feelings and make her cry? And just how guilty they feel, how they make it up, comfort their s/o and apologize. You can choose whatever they couldve said or done to make her cry I love anything you write they're all so good

If 5 characters is too much then just fuego, nozel and nacht would be fine please and thankyou❤️

Hello! Some hurt comfort is on the menu it seems, and I'm happy to oblige ^^ This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I hope it's worth the wait ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Zora x f!reader, Nacht x f!reader

Fanfic type: Headcanons

Genre: Hurt-comfort

Length: about 0.75k each, 3.9k total

Warnings: Generally hurt-comfort, the guys snap at reader, all for reasons of their own, in Nozel's scenario the reader doesn't really know what kind of a person Nozel's dad is, Zora addresses reader as "babydoll", Zora calls himself as a "jerk ass", reader cries and the guys try to comfort in their own ways

Fuegoleon

He had had very taxing couple of months. The adverse the country was facing seemed to have no end in sight, and it felt that in terms of politics and finances the country was being pushed further and further into a corner, which took an immense toll on him emotionally.

And though a part of him wished that he could simply take a vacation and not worry about any of it, he knew it to be senseless. Quite simply because the same issues would wait him as he returned, and they would have further piled up, so taking a vacation would be counterproductive. But still he felt that his nerves were hanging by a thin thread, even if he considered himself as a patient man.

As he sat by his desk, you came through the door with a paper in hand.

“I made us a reservation to a restaurant,” you told him. “I thought we could take a nice evening off, have a date and just enjoy life,” you smiled, while presenting the reservation information to him.

“No thank you,” he said without looking up from the documents in front of him.

“But you need to have some time off as well,” you insisted while placing your hand onto his arm and tugging him slightly. “So I planned us a day where we can just do something w-“

“I can’t take a day off!” He snapped. “Surely a moment of peace and quiet would be pleasant, but there is too much to take care of for me to quite simply ‘take a day off’,” he continued.

And you… lifted your hand off of his arm, and took a step back.

You had intended to do something nice for him, because you had seen how strained he was and now he… wasn’t… feeling the sentiment. A part of you wanted to blame yourself because you had failed to read him and what he’d wish correctly, because wasn’t a spouse supposed to be able to do that?

There were a lot of emotions swirling around in you, but none of them were pleasant. And with it, tears begun climbing to your eyes with a burning sensation, only to roll down your cheeks.

Fuegoleon looked at you, and there was a gnawing, pricking ocean of guilt in his chest, because he knew that you had meant well. You had wanted to do something nice for him and make the situation at least a little bit more bearable.

“My love I’m…” he reached forward for you. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, but … I…” his gaze fell to the side as he spoke, feeling the weight of his words, spoken carelessly.

You didn’t shy away from him as he tried to get close to you again, because it wasn’t… that you didn’t understand him, and you could see the sincere apology and regret in his eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll try to take the day off…” he promised with something that sounded almost like a sigh, but really it was because he knew what it’d mean.

And you knew what it’d mean too. It’d mean sleepless nights, having less time during the next week or two for you two to spend together regularly, in place of that one day. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, but it wouldn’t be worth it. You’d rather see him a little each day than not at all.

“No,” you shook your head with a faint tone while mirroring his movements and reaching for him. “We can… just have a moment, a short moment, in the evening to ourselves,” you said through your drying tears.

His eyes gathered that gentle undertone that was too beautiful for this world, as he placed his hand onto your cheek and brushed away your tears. “If that is what you wish,” he said with gratitude in his voice before he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

You nodded as a reply, even if only faintly.

“I am sorry, my beloved,” he still repeated. “You’re the most important person in my life, and I don’t wish to impose any-“

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I get it. There’s a lot on your plate and I should have talked about your schedule with you before making reservations…”

“But your heart was in the right place,” he told you while placing his hand under your chin. “And that’s one of the reasons why I love you,” he admitted while lifting your chin, and placing another kiss onto your lips, warm, gentle and caressing, which washed away any shadow of doubt of his sentiments that might have been there.

William

The days had grown long, because of everything that was going on in the kingdom. And with the disappearance of Julius, it had gotten him thinking about what had happened after the whole ordeal with the elves. Which had made… something about the whole state of the kingdom hit too close to home with him.

Perhaps he was questioning being pardoned altogether, since it seemed that the one to pardon him, had taken a run for it. Or perhaps something more dire.

But if the only person to be willing to pardon him was someone like him, willing to look the other way when the kingdom was falling to its knees then…

It filled him with various emotions, all swirling and twisting and turning until he felt all of them trying to bubble to the surface, but he didn’t know which to let out first. How to let them out. Instead it felt like they were all stuck in his throat, just building, building, building up pressure so much that he might-

“Hey honey!” You greeted while entering through the door of his office, only to see him hunching over his own desk. “Oh did you eat something bad, or-“ you placed your hand onto his shoulder.

But he pushed it away. “Don’t touch me!” He ordered without as much as looking at you. And from his tone, you heard nothing but pain, hurt, and… you could have sworn… disgust… underlying it all… You could have sworn there to be contempt… in there…

You took a step back, pulling your hand to you and holding it with the other. As you couldn’t… imagine why… why would he have… Your sweet William…

His chest was heaving, and as his eyes lifted from the desk to you, the most prominent feelings you could se were fear and pain. The way they flickered, his purple eyes that were so gentle, flickered around as tears lined the corners of his eyes.

“Forgive me…” he whispered as his eyes turned to the side. “I didn’t… I just… Why did he pardon me? Some… solidarity from a villain to another?” His head swayed from side to side, as if trying to comprehend, but failed to do so.

“You’re… not a villain, Will…” you tried, because his reaction had… made sense. It wasn’t you he was trying to shoo away, it was his own emotions, but you sounded anything but convinced. Tears climbed to your own eyes.

You buried your face into your hands, and wept, from the shock of what had happened, his words, but also because you had understood where it came from. Because he was pained from the guilt of his past actions, and you felt his pain too.

He turned to look at you again, as he heard your sobs, and got up from the chair to make his way to you from the other side of the desk.

“I’m sorry… so, so sorry my little song bird…” he wrapped his arms around you, and pressed his head against yours, as his tears rolled down his cheeks, and onto you. “I’ll… make it up to you…” he pleaded. “Just don’t… please don’t… hate me, I… didn’t… wasn’t… I didn’t mean to….” His voice was faint, broken and defeated, and he swayed in place with you in his arms.

It sounded like he was repenting. Praying for forgiveness.

“I don’t hate you… Will,” you told him while wrapping your own arms around him. He was a broken man, and he had acted out of distress. Without intent to hurt you. Without intent to push you away.

He pressed a kiss onto your head as his embrace grew tighter. “I’m sorry,” he still whispered.

You nudged his head with yours, and whispered against his skin “we’ll make it through.”

Because you would. The two of you would. He wasn’t a bad man. He wasn’t a villain. It was simply that the guilt he felt got overbearing sometimes, which had caused him to call out in fear of what he thought about himself.

But he loved you, and you loved him. So, you could heal, together. You were certain about it, as you stood there, holding onto each other.

Nozel

Nozel had learned to deal with his family situation from a young age. Though ‘dealing with it’ had turned into something that seemed more like survival. Not that you could see it from the surface. Because, while looking from afar, without seeing into his eyes, his emotions, he was a calm sea. Vast and serene. Though something, someone to be revered and respected, because there was also harshness in the oceans.

But if you had the opportunity to peek under the surface, you’d see a twisting, turning vortex of guilt, pain, sorrow… fear… A lot of emotions one might deem ugly.

‘Unsightly’ he would describe them in himself. Because he couldn’t be any of those things. The Captain of the Silver Eagles, the First Born Son of the Royal House of Silva, couldn’t be any of those things. And thus… to him, in him, they were unsightly.

He didn’t talk about his childhood either. He didn’t talk about his parents, aside of his mother. Which, given the circumstances of her parting, made sense. He would talk about her more because of the fate she had faced.

You had been thinking about starting a family with him. You had talked about it in passing. And as you sat in the living room, him staring out of the window, deep in thought. You talked about how lovely it’d be. “I’m sure you’d be a great father,” you thought out loud, meaning just it, and nothing else. “Just like yours.”

His head begun to turn to you with a slow motion, as if mechanic, and his eyes were wide open. It wasn’t even a glare, but a mad stare.

“I will never be like that bastard!” He shouted, making you press against your seat out of the sheer force in which the words were pushed, spat out of his mouth.

His body started to shake, and the stare turned into a look of horror as his eyes fell down to the floor. Because…. Because… though his father had been horrid, spewed poisonous words in a whole different way than shouting… maybe you had been right and… he was on his way becoming just like his father. Which was among the last things he’d want.

But you… you didn’t quite understand where it had come from. Sure, he hadn’t talked about his father, but you hadn’t thought that there’d be this level of hatred and contempt for him from Nozel. Though you had gathered that Older Lord Silva wasn’t a well liked man, but… surely he… would have been… kinder to his… own children, right?

Right…?

There were a lot of emotions turning within you. Partly from the force of Nozel’s words, and partly from guilt of having failed to see through his silence. Through the things he didn’t want to talk about, and… as you leaned forward, your elbows on your knees and buried your face into your hands, you cried. You cried and you cried and you… didn’t know what to do. What to say?

You felt a weight right next to you on the couch, as a pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Nozel I…” you tried while pushing against his chest with a faint motion.

“Don’t…” he started as his hold of you grew more firm. “Look at me…” he continued as his voice broke, and something… as if a droplet, landed onto your shoulder.

The words sounded like a plea. Plea filled with shame and the broken pieces of his soul that he wasn’t eager to show you.

But you did as he wished, and settled into his embrace.

“I’m… sorry, my dear,” he whispered with that same broken tone while placing his hand to the back of your head. “I’ll… be better, than him. I will…” you couldn’t tell if he was trying to tell that to you or to himself.

But whatever his father must’ve been like in reality, you could already tell that Nozel was far better of a man than his father had ever been. He was. Because the man who held you in the soft, gentle, secure embrace felt so very deeply about you and the ones close to him.

He really was like an ocean of secrets.

“I love you,” he professed through another whisper, but while the tone was silent, the proclamation was loud as ever. “I love you…” he repeated, just to make sure that you heard him.

And as you buried your face into his shoulder, and the scent of his haircare products flowed to you, it was as if your tears had disappeared into thin air.

Nozel might not have been the best with words, but he was there, when you needed him the most.

Zora

Zora had had to raise himself for a good portion of his childhood. Though Zara had given him good tools to life, and a lot of wonderful memories, it didn’t mean that Zora wouldn’t have had to toughen up.

His accomplishments, his skills and tenacity were all a result of him having a keen eye for details, while also having had to, quite bluntly, tell himself to do better. Pay attention to his own shortcomings and fix the issue.

But… it had also resulted in him being blunt with others. Though it was all for the sake of betterment, for growth and development of skills, the way he delivered the words were harsh more often than not. Which was something he was trying to fix, when it came to some people, at least.

You knew that he was like that. And you knew that he wasn’t the type of a guy to just sit around and expect you to do all the housework, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t like cooking from time to time. Actually, maybe it was the idea that you didn’t need to cook, because he’d be more than alright with cooking if you asked him to, but rather that you could.

But today the dish wasn’t… cutting it. You had tried to taste it many times and there was something in the seasoning that wasn’t just… doing it for you. But you couldn’t really place your finger on what was wrong with it. Or not… wrong wrong per se, but it certainly could be better.

You leaned against the stove, and sighed to yourself, as the gears in your head tried to turn. But came up empty.

A drawer was opened, and closed. There was a sound of metal clicking against metal and steps coming closer, accompanied by a hum from a certain, masked, someone.

Zora dipped his spoon into the food and took a bite to test the taste. And after he had, he sighed, sounding disappointed before making his way to the spice cabinet and laying thme out onto the table.

“The balance is all wrong,” he said. “It’s mainly salty while you want there to be some sweetness to it for the contrast as well. A bit of acid would do wonders, but the real issue is that the spices aren’t complimenting each other,” he explained while taking the spoon and adding one spice after another along with other ingredients.

And you… took a step back and let him do it. Because if it was ‘all wrong’, why should you have interjected?

In all honesty, it made you feel unappreciated. Like you couldn’t even cook right. If I can’t even cook right, then why is he with me….? You found yourself thinking.

Before you knew it, your eyes had turned to the floor and you were grinding your molars together as tears started climbing to your eyes. And eventually, they ran down your cheeks as you were still immersed into your own thoughts, in how you didn’t think that you could do a simple task correct. Because surely Zora wanted someone by his side who could contribute as much as he did. Surely. So why was he-

“Hey babydoll?”

You looked up, and saw him standing there, having placed his hand onto your shoulder.

His eyes were deep, calm blue. Clear and yet deep blue. And there was worry in them. That was when you realized that you were crying and looked away while wrapping your arms around yourself.

He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry about the tone,” he said. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, and… I’m happy to eat whatever you make,” he tried but the consolation fell short, given how he had started cooking in your place.

You curled around yourself a bit more, without really meaning to, but you did. In any case.

“Come here,” he said while pulling you into an embrace.

Seconds ticked away for a while as he just held you, and the dinner was slowly cooking on the stove.

“If you want me to stay out of it, you need to just tell me, y’know? I know that I can be too harsh, and… And… I try to not be.”

He was trying to help you get better. But he could be a wee bit of a jerk about it at times.

“We both know I can be a real ass jerk,” he said with a hint of amusement, trying to make you laugh.

And it worked. “But you’re my jerk,” you replied with a hint of a giggle in your tone.

“That I am,” he replied. “And I hope you never need to get sick of me,” he continued while pulling away just enough to wipe your tears away.

You gave him a small smile as a reply to his careful one, and went back to cooking, together.

Nacht

Nacht had been a loner for most of his life. Someone who travelled down his own path without caring what everyone else thought. And it had made him someone who spoke directly about anything and everything he deemed to be topical to say.

Though he could also be harsh. Granted that he was the harshest to himself, but still. His directness could be harsh, and you both knew it.

He tried not to be, to you. He tried to treat you with the kindness that you deserved. He tried to treat you with the respect that you ought to be treated with. But sometimes, he failed.

Though watching him scold the Bulls for their shenanigans yet again, you didn’t think that he was trying all that hard to be constructive. Maybe he just wanted them to be efficient during missions, because that would drive the squad forward the best. ‘Not to be wasteful of energy’, or something like that.

“You could try going easier on them,” you told him later on when it was just the two of you. “Be kinder.”

“Kindness is a weakness,” he scoffed. “And Yami has let them slack off enough already which will get them killed. Only a fool would go easy on them.”

You stopped, thinking about what he had just said. Because you were going easy with the rest of the Bulls. You were kind to them. And Nacht. So… so.

You couldn’t help but think that Nacht had, there and then, revealed what he really thought of you. Though it wasn’t directed at you, he had been, still, indirectly talking about you too. Basically he had called you weak and stupid.

Basically.

Which made your eyes turn to the ground as you bit down your molars and tried to will away the tears that were climbing to your eyes. Because you shouldn’t have taken such an off-hand comment that wasn’t even said to you, to the heart in such a way but… But. It had struck a nerve in you.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, having stopped and turned around to look at you, as if he hadn’t realized what he had said.

“So you think that I’m dumb and weak?” You asked with bitterness lacing your tone as the tears finally glazed over your eyes, but didn’t roll down quite yet.

“That isn’t what I said,” he argued, now facing you fully and taking a few steps closer to you.

“But I am letting them off easier and I am being kind to them. So. If being kind and letting them have a breather is-“

“You’re not responsible for them.”

“Neither are you!” Now tears ran, but you didn’t look at him.

You didn’t look, and he said nothing.

Surely, he could have argued that as a vice captain he was more or less responsible, but not to the same extent as Yami. And at the end of the day, all the Bulls were responsible for themselves. So, he didn’t need to care about what they did with their time. Really.

“You are not weak and stupid,” he said while taking you by the hand. “Quite the contrary,” he admitted. “And I shouldn’t have spoken so carelessly.”

He sounded like he was speaking out a ready made dialogue of a noble man that he used to be. But you supposed that he hadn’t needed to comfort anyone lately either. If ever. If he had ever needed to comfort anyone. Even himself, since he had denied such a thing from himself.

But he could see how the ready made dialogue wasn’t doing it. The words might have been there, but the sentiment wasn’t.

“Darling?” He whispered, while moving again a little bit closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he said while summoning his shadows and tugging you, as if to ask to come along with him. To which you nodded, and he transported you both to your bedroom.

As you stood there, in the sanctity of the room with the door closed, he finally wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “You are not weak. Or stupid,” he repeated. This time the tone was one that sounded genuine, caring, insisting. “I’m sorry for insinuating it.”

You nodded and returned the embrace.

“It’s simply that… not being prepared can get people killed…” there was a reason, in there, why he would remind you of such a thing.

“But people need to live too.” And there was no arguing over it. Because life was meant to be lived.

Not even he could deny it. “They do…” he admitted while holding you closer in his arms.

And it was in that embrace that you could feel his heartbeat, his remorse and regret. But most importantly, you could feel how he did love you. Because he did. With his entire heart and soul.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, Moran, James, Mycroft and their favorite spots to kiss you at?

Oh! I misunderstood the first time I read it lol, ok no problem Anon!

Pairing: William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, Moran, James, Mycroft x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, making out, slight groping/fondling, teasing, neck kisses, shoulder kisses

A/N: They all make me swoon so hard!

William likes to kiss you in the living room while the two of you are relaxing after a long day. It's one of the spots he allows himself to be the most vulnerable at. He doesn't particularly care if someone were to walk in and see the two of you, he will give you a kiss regardless.

Louis will kiss you in passing in between chores that he does. He keeps busy a lot during the day so it's really the only time he can kiss you, other then mission and meetings and of course during your alone time at night before you go to sleep.

Albert kisses you only behind closed doors. Well he can kiss your hand during a social event but the real kisses are for you to witness only. He's the kind of man who can get pretty carried away when kissing you and he'd rather not contribute to the inevitable gossip.

Sherlock either kisses you in his office or his bedroom. Any other place and you're more then likely get interrupted by someone. He can't have that, not when he's too busy leaving hickyes and marks down your neck as you squirm against him.

Moran doesn't care where he's kissing you as long as he's kissing you. Everyone knows not to approach and try to pull anything when he's around. He'll kiss you anywhere his lips can reach and hold you against him while cupping your ass to let everyone know that you're his.

James will pull you into a kiss anywhere to surprise you and see you blush and be flustered. He likes being the gentleman of course but he can't deny that you look cute when you're walking hand in hand and he leans over to kiss you, much to the disgruntled gasps and murmurs of the people around you.

Mycroft will kiss you as soon as he comes home from work. No matter where he finds you he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and kiss your neck and shoulder until you're gasping and asking for more.

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zuhamuses · 4 days

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♡ " The side effect "

Suitor: William Rex x Kate (MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

CW: none!! Just fluff and chaos lol ♡

Prompt: Dressed in love

Note: My entry for @judejazza 's event!! I hope everyone likes this. Divider and header made by the lovely @natimiles <3

No one was expecting that the medicine Roger gave her would have this effect on her. He had first wanted to give it to Liam, but he wasn't present. Roger's second option was Ellis... who was also not in the castle.

It was something he had created himself. Roger had full faith that the medicine had the ability to heal a person quicker. A flu, migraine, anything else? You were gonna feel fine in no time (okay, somewhat of an exaggeration). That's when he heard that Kate was feeling unwell and... yes.

"Oh? Who is this beautiful young man...?" Kate's eyes were fixed on William as soon as he entered the infirmary.

He smiled at his lover and gave Roger a look.

"Ah, right. She will be fine in a day. Seems like I made a mistake with the medicine."

William nodded his head, the smile still on his face, and he went closer to Kate.

"Hello, Kate. How are you feeling?"

She giggled. "Great! Now that I have seen such a handsome guy. What's your name?"

He laughed, realizing that she was having troubling remembering him. Ah, it was somewhat sad. They were meant to go on a date but...

"William Rex at your service. So, Kate..."

Her big eyes were staring at him the entire time, and a goofy smile was on her face.

"Your eyes are telling me that you like me. Will you give me your time and spend the day with me?"

She gasped and quickly stood up, moving towards the stairs. "YES! What are you waiting for, pretty guy? Let's go! This feels like a dream - it must be - but I won't let my chance slip."

William laughed again and went after her. Roger cleared his throat. Well, that was interesting...

In the parlour:

Kate stared at everyone present in the room. Her face showed it clearly that she didn't remember any of them. Harrison and Liam were sitting and having a talk when they stopped to look at Kate.

"Woah, Katie! What happened?" Liam asked.

"Katie?" She asked, "You know me?"

"Will! What's wrong with her?" Liam looked crestfallen.

The red-eyed man laughed and shook his head. "She will be fine in a day, Liam. Don't worry."

Harrison chuckled. "You look like you are in a trance."

Kate nodded her head, suddenly very serious. "There are too many pretty boys here," she looked at William, "but I think you are the only one for me."

Harrison's eyes went wide, and Liam choked on his own spit.

"HUH?!" Liam let out.

"Damn... she's still in love with you despite her 'temporary case of amnesia'". Harry's voice was full of amusement.

William was biting back a laugh as he followed behind Kate, who was running towards the kitchen. She looked like a little child on a sugar rush.

In the kitchen:

"Oh! Pretty guy with long hair!" Her first instinct was to touch Victor's hair. The Queen's Aide was beaming at her.

"Aww! You flatter me, Miss Kate!"

William raised an eyebrow at his old friend, smile not faltering. "She's still mine, Victor."

"Aww, shucks. Kate you are just so cute!!! Would you like this fresh scone I made?"

"Ooooh! Yes, please."

And Kate was given a plate full of scones by Victor...

In the dining hall:

"Oh, hello, Kate!" Ellis warmly smiled at her. "Is there something wrong?"

"Ohhhh, pretty boy number four. I am fine. It's a weird medicine, and I think I have a memory loss, and I feel weird. But I am fine." She looked at Jude, "You look like a gang boss."

"Tch. Yeah, gon' make your ass go bankrupt."

"Haha, okay." Kate laughed.

Jude's brows were furrowed. He didn't even want to ask any questions.

"Come on, Will! Let's go outside!" She smiled at him. A smile that always had him weak.

"After you, my lady."

In the garden:

"You look really beautiful." Kate told Elbert.

"Oh... thank you. Al, am I beautiful?"

"Yes, of course... what kind of ideas are you having?"

"... nothing."

Kate took William's hand. "Hey... I am feeling dizzy."

He carried his lover to her room.

---

"Hmm... I still don't remember much." She told him. "My heart starts beating super fast when I look at you, though."

"Hmm? Really?"

"Yes. You have such pretty eyes... your hair looks so smooth, and you smell divine. Hmm, Will?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can I borrow your cape...? It's cold."

He laughed. "Of course."

It looked better on her than it did on him. William wondered how she would look if she wore his clothes. Hmm, adorable. But first, he had to make sure his lover would feel normal again.

#☆ musings ☆#ikevil x reader #ikevil imagines #ikemen villains #william x reader #william rex x reader #invitation2crownCC

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023: gang bang, Grim Reapers + Sebastian (gags, bondage, slight dub con and pact play)

The demon was on his back, tied up with chains, leaving him exposed. You’d removed his clothes as well and a blindfold adorning him. He had to awkwardly bite around the gag you had forced into his mouth.

You positioned yourself between his legs, leaning down to blow a puff of hot air onto his shaft. To your amusement it twitched excitedly, getting to half mass before your attention was diverted. A knock on the door has you sit up, watching as Sebastian tried to close his legs but couldn’t.

Another knock. “Biscuit? Are you ready?” You hum in response, you didn’t expect him to hear you but the door opens to your amusement. Undertaker was the first to enter, no hesitation to walk right up to you and Sebastian. “Oooh! Is this the gift you prepared for us? It looks exquisite!”

Sebastian growled, tugging at the restraints that left him so vulnerable. You ordered him not to break then, he’s at your mercy now…

Well more accurately, he’s at your mercy and the grim reapers.

Grell waltzed in, hurrying up to Sebastian’s side. She clearly peers at his twitching manhood before she flashes you a grin. “Do you mind if I take this for a bit? Just long enough to get a joy ride?” You nodded and watched her fondle Sebastian, though judging by how he was flinching, she was being a little rough.

You catch Grell flashing a toothy grin before she’s swallowing down his cock. Sebastian let’s out a muffled moan, it turned to a whine and with a glance you can see Grell swallow down his cock.

You slip out from your position and look to the door. “You two coming in or did you get cold feet?” Ronald waltz in with a slight smile, glancing to the little scene before him. “William?”

You stepped out of the room and see William. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him into the room. When you glance back, you see Sebastian’s gag had been removed, Ronald had shoved his cock in place. Grell had shoved herself into Sebastian.

Undertaker was riding Sebastian, none of them were even trying to match pace with each other. You heard the obscene noise coming from Sebastian as he choked on Ronald’s cock, whimpers and moans attempting to escape him.

“Grell, don’t…finish…inside him, ok, I don’t want your sloppy seconds….” William hissed out. Grell groaned in response, ignoring him in favor of bucking into Sebastian faster. Sebastian makes a muffled yelping sound earning a moan from Ronald.

“Do that again!” Ronald purred out, looking over to Grell. She purred back and adjusted her hips to piston into Sebastian, you hear a guttural cry escape Sebastian as she hits what’s undoubtedly the demons sweet spot.

You seat yourself beside Sebastian, leaning down to tease his nipples, flicking them lightly. William joins you on the opposite side of Sebastian, you both work in tandem to tease up and down Sebastian’s body. Undertaker hisses and freezes above Sebastian. “A-ah, he’s-he is certainly having a good time!” With a few more bounces, you understand what he means, given how Sebastian tries to tremble away, and there’s cum dripping from where he and Undertaker’s bodies met.

A heavy groan escapes Ron and with a few more thrust, he’s shoved his cock as far down Sebastian’s throat as he could. He holds himself there, trapping Sebastian there as well. After a few gasp, Ronald pulls back and to your amusement, some of his cum and Sebastian’s saliva spill onto his face.

Ronald steps away, tucking himself back into his pants and steps aside, seating himself to face the bed. William glances between you and Sebastian. You gesture for him to go ahead, you weren’t in the mood to be eaten out tonight.

William hesitantly took Ronald’s place and given Sebastian was panting, there was no resistance. A whine escaped the demon as he bucked up, earning a gasp from Undertaker. You tense up feeling something hot and wet land on the side of your face (and some in your hair) on instinct you tense and close your eyes.

You instantly feel what you know is Undertaker licking the substance off your face. Once your sure you won’t get any in your eyes, you get a bit of what’s left in your hand and open your eyes. You laugh a bit, knowing Undertaker had accidentally ‘finished’ on your face.

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𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐂 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

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ᴀsᴛᴀ 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍．𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾．𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆．𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉 | (• ◡•)|．

ʏᴀᴍɪ 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 “𝖮𝗁？𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾．“ 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽，𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾－𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎．(ง'̀-'́)ง 𝖸𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌，𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾．𝖸𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆．

ɴᴀᴄʜᴛ 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌．𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇，𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀．𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖭𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆．❤︎︎

ɢᴀᴜᴄʜᴇ 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾，𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒？“ ಠ_ಠ 𝖧𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅，𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 ’𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’．

ʏᴜɴᴏ 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾，𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁．“ 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝖼 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗀 (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)．𝖬𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆．

ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍．𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 “𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒，𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾．“ 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋，𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈．“ ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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Early Morning -William James Moriarty x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Slight teasing (very light lime)

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 709 words

A/n: Finally, William post !!! He’s my top kin and I adore him an unhealthy amount

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It is currently early in the morning, too early for anyone to be up. Your ears catch a light rustle of sound. Being able to identify it as your lover, William, sitting up while beside you, you roll over and shift your gaze up to the blonde.

“Liam? Unable to sleep?” You ask lazily. “It seems so. Is a good morning kiss available?” William replies. He has been perfectly conscious, laying on the shared bed for a great deal of hours already, and after having the auditory perception of hearing you waking up, he smiles tenderly at his lover.

You pull him down, under the covers once again. William is met with a loving embrace as you softly place your lips on his. “Good morning, love.” William mutters. He kisses you with passion, gently pressing his and your lips together for an extensive amount of time. William feels the warm, adoring embrace of the love of his life close to him. He is truly unable to imagine a life without you by his side.

Gently nibbling on his lips isn’t enough for you, this results in the continuation of changing to kiss his neck with affection. “Mhm…” William gives a small moan as his neck is lightly bitten and kissed. Clearly vividly cherishing the attention and affection you are giving him. “I love you so much.” He whispers faintly.

“The feeling is very much mutual.” You add. You burrow your head into William’s chest, refusing to break the embrace. “Do you perhaps wish to get some breakfast?” William asks in a low and soothing voice, feeling extra comfortable and collected beside you.

“You should rest, at least for a moderate bit more… or we could have a different kind of breakfast~” You respond teasingly, looking up at him with a smirk. William’s returning chuckle is filled with tenderness. “I see what you are implying, you naughty, little monster.” He says, his crimson orbs shining softly, as if they were rubies.

“Just sleep for a while more, you need more rest than what you have received.” You mutter. You tightly clutch William, trapping him in your clasp while also rendering him unable to escape.

William sighs. “Fine.” He responds gingerly, closing his eyes once again. “Do you wish to cuddle for a little while longer?” He negotiates. Your eyes light up with happiness at his words. “I suppose that means yes.” William says, smiling tenderly while pressing himself closer to you.

William can feel his arms wrapped around his beautiful lover while you’re returning the embrace. William is enjoying the warmth and closeness of your body against his own. You proceed to burrow your head into his broad chest on instinct, dozing off from the level of comfort.

“You look adorable when you’re close to falling asleep.” William whispers. He strokes your hair with a gentle and benevolent touch, appreciating the moment of togetherness and the feeling of being close to his lover. After a short period of time flies by, both you and William succumb to sleep. William had dozed off comfortably with you in his arms.

By the time the two of you wake up, the sun is already shining brightly outside the room. Sunlight peeks into the shared bedroom, a pleasant and summery warmth filling it. William yawns widely and stretches himself, yawning again. His soft, blonde hair is standing on end and his eyes are still barely open.

“Morning, sleepyhead.�� William whispers, caressing your cheek and gently shaking you awake. You respond with a lazy yawn and good morning. “Did you have a good sleep, my love?” William asks tenderly, cuddling and kissing your cheek, smiling softly at his lover.

“Very much so, how about you?” You respond. “I slept well too. You are such a cozy sleeper.” William whispers softly, cuddling closer to his lover and burying his face in your hair. "I could stay in bed with you all day," He whispers gently. "There's nothing I fancy further than simply being with you and feeling your warm embrace."

William holds you close, deeply savoring the affection of his lover close to him.

The two of you continue to stay in bed, enjoying the moment for a while more, before finally getting up for breakfast.

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William James Moriarty x Fem! Dazai! Reader

I've never found any yuumori x bsd reader so i guess i have to make one myself 😀

• you are dazai's adopted sister, a year older than him

• unlike your brother, you are quieter and more bearable than him. You like to read a lot, and your mind speaks more than your lips. You are more of a silent genius than an idiot genius. However, while talking, people can catch how similar you and dazai's playful tone are whenever you tease people.

• you are not manipulative like dazai, but you can be if you want. When you're on a mission, you like to take it seriously as you'd love to finish them immediately to continue reading.

• you also find things amusing like dazai does, you grew up together after all. Your attitude can be a copy of him whenever you want, and sometimes you have Ranpo's attitude.

• the first time you meet william is in Noahtic arc

• you are walking with your brother when you stop and observe the spiral staircase. You notice the blonde man who is staring at the stairs too, but you have no reason to talk, so you don't

• then, you hear the girls mention the blonde near you, asking another man to guess his occupation

• you observe them silently, and you have to admit, the two men catch your interest

• the blonde one especially, he awfully reminds you of your suicidal brother. Not his attitude, but his vibe and observations when he deducts things about the detective; you find out

• that's when your brother returns from who-knows-how-far-he-had-gone-until-he-realises-you-are-missing

"How fun~" dazai cooes as he stands behind Sherlock. "How about you try to guess my occupation too?"

To say that Sherlock is shocked is an understatement. The way he flinches and immediately turns around makes you chuckle.

"Since when----" the detective cuts himself off as he looks at your brother up and down. After a while, he scrunches his eyebrows.

Dazai sings, "Can't figure it out, Mr. Detective?" He turns to the blonde as you watch in amusement. "What about you, Professor?"

Sherlock frowns even more and asks, "How did you know my occupation?" Dazai smiles at him. "It's obvious. Only detectives play guessing games and get everything right."

"How about this man then? He's not a detective, but he got his guess right." One of the girls mutters as she looks at the blonde noble.

Dazai smiles and walks closer to him. "He's a special case. He simply finds this game amusing and wants to try himself. He is quite an observant, I may say. Solving and making problems must be your hobbies, hm?" He whispers the last sentence after he leans in towards the noble.

You can see how the poor blonde tenses. Seems like dazai figures something out, huh?

Dazai's sentence has two meanings. One, solving and making mathematics problems are one of the small things william likes.

Two, solving and making problems for society.

Dazai leans back and grins, "Anyways!" He walks towards you, and that's when the scarlet eyes lock with yours. "Since you can't figure something out about me, how about trying to deduct my sister instead?" He grabs your shoulders and pushes you towards the small group.

Sherlock observes you up and down as he hums. "You also stopped to stare at the spiral staircase.. but out of pure curiosity." He narrows his eyes. "I... can't find anything."

Sherlock admits his defeat. Dazai sighs in disappointment as he shakes his head. "Too bad, Ranpo-san is still the best detective."

"Ranpo... as if, Ranpo Edogawa?" The blonde asks you, as you are closer to him. "Ah, I see you read the newspaper, huh?" You smile at him.

"You're talking about him like you're quite close.. are both of you perhaps his colleagues?"

"Ding ding!" Dazai sings, "You got that right, Professor!" He claps his hands amusedly.

"No way! Both of you are detectives too?!" Sherlock exclaims in bewilderment. You simply laugh, "He told you that only detectives play guessing games and get it right, didn't he?" You add. "And geniuses."

Dazai chuckles before he speaks. "That was entertaining, gentlemen. Now, if you excuse us, we'd like to take our leave." He bows politely.

"Wait," Sherlock stops him from dragging you away. "What are your names?"

Both of you smile,

"Dazai. Dazai Osamu."

"Dazai Y/n. We'll see you again," you end with a small bow before dazai drags you away.

"...he's more than just a professor, isn't he?" You ask as your brother nods. "Yep."

• the next time you meet is on the train, where a murder occurs.

• you were accompanying ranpo when chaos happens.

• both of you nonchalantly walk into the crime scene when sherlock and william are investigating.

"Lestrade," ranpo calls out calmly, making the male flinch. He gestures to him to move away, which he unconsciously did.

Firstly, how'd he know his name? Secondly, why is he here, in the crime scene?

"Excuse me," you say politely. "And please excuse Ranpo-san's behaviour," you smile sheepishly.

"Ranpo? The greatest detective from Japan?!" He exclaims in shock, earning both sherlock and william's attention.

They turn to look at the door, just the moment ranpo enters, with you following behind him. His eyes keep closed as he hums and walks closer to the victim, William retreats himself to give the shorter but older male a way.

He stops beside you, and asks. "Is he going to solve the case?" You don't turn to look at him, your eyes are glued on ranpo. "If it's him, he will either solve it himself or wait for you and Mr. Detective to solve it just for fun." You mutter softly.

"I already got the culprit." Ranpo says nonchalantly as sherlock looks at him, flabbergasted. He turns to you, his eyes slowly open, revealing his beautiful emerald orbs that remind william of albert's. "Y/n, gather all the crew members."

You smile and nod your head as sherlock protests. "Wait! This is supposed to be mine and liam's case to solve!" Ranpo closes his eyes back and looks at the other detective. "Both of you will take more time than needed. It's better to solve it now, or the culprit will manage to get rid of the evidence." Sherlock clicks his tongue at that.

After gathering the crew members, ranpo observes every one of them before pointing at a member who is wearing glasses.

"You." He calls out. "Show me your hand." The glasses man steps forward and takes off his bloody gloves, revealing a wound on each hand.

Lestrade lets out a frustrated sigh as he runs a hand through his hair. He thought ranpo was calling out to the culprit.

"In 60 seconds, explain to me with detail how you got those wounds." Ranpo ordered, catching everyone off guard.

Why are they wasting time here? Shouldn't he tell them who the culprit is already?

"I-I hurt myself while working with my gloves still on.. I still haven't got them treated..."

Ranpo hums, and sherlock is ready to choke that crew member until the shorter male speaks again.

"That's not the right answer," he mutters. "I asked how you got that wound. I didn't ask why your gloves are bloody,"

"?!"

"You expected us to ask about your gloves, so you prepared for that. Because of that reason, whatever question that I ask, you will immediately explain why your gloves are bloody. I gave you 60 seconds to explain and it stresses your mind, which leads to you not being prepared, and resulting in you giving a different excuse from the question. I psychologically tricked your mind," he says proudly as the crew member grits his teeth.

"I---!"

"If you still want to deny it, then explain the blood splattered on your glasses." Ranpo finishes and the culprit gasps, immediately glancing at his glasses. "I'm pretty sure it's not your blood."

The crew member trembles, "I-I didn't plan to kill him... i-it was an accident....!" Lestrade approaches him, "Tell that in the police station."

Unexpectedly, the culprit runs and attempts to escape as he pushes the others away.

"Y/n!" Ranpo mutters as you nod your head. "Got it!" You sprint to the culprit as your right hand makes a certain move, and a golden thread wraps around the man, tying him as you grab his arm and push him down.

Your ability, Thread of Life, where you can form a coloured thread that is unbreakable. Golden thread is for the physical body, and red ones are when you need to touch people's inner soul. There are so many others, but we don't have time to explain all that.

As lestrade catches the culprit and puts handcuffs on him, you fiddle your fingers and the golden thread disappears.

Ability is quite a basic knowledge, but it is still surprising to see with his own eyes. You caught his attention back on Noahtic, and now william is more interested in you.

"Ne, y/n, what's the record?" Ranpo asks, leaning towards you as you look at your wrist watch. "15 minutes," you mutter as he groans. "Could've done better." You chuckle and pat his head, "You did a great job, ranpo-san. I'll give you some candies later."

That manages to lighten up his mood.

Until a certain blonde approaches you, along with his brother. "If you don't mind, may we join you, miss dazai?" William asks, hand on his chest as you look at him.

You smile at the blonde and his brother. "Sure, i don't see why not." You nod your head as they take a seat. "And please, call me y/n. Dazai is my brother," william nods his head.

Ranpo observes him up and down before standing up. "I'm bored, so i'm gonna piss that detective off." He says, referring to sherlock as he walks away, leaving you alone with the two blondes.

William smiles as he locks his eyes with you. "Nice to see you again, miss y/n. I see that your brother is not here," he says politely as you shake your head. "Unfortunately, he's on a different mission. Do you want to see him?"

William shakes his head, "Oh no, not really." He rests his head on his palm as his arm rests on the table. "To be honest, i'd like to know more about you. If you don't mind, of course."

You already caught his interest before, and he's not ashamed to admit it. If it means to get to know you, he doesn't mind being shameless.

You smile, "Of course, I don't mind. Only if you return the favour," you take out your handkerchief before handing it to him. "Before that, you should stitch your finger first." Oh, how amusing you are in his eyes.

Of course, he catches your interest too. His intelligence, his politeness... especially his scarlet eyes, that remind you of the blood on your palms back in your mafia era.

• let's just say that you become friends.

• louis seems fine with you getting close to his brother.

• however, you still need to remember the reason why you come to london. The whole agency will be coming, too. Soon, or later.

• why? The queen herself asked for their assistance to handle this lord of crime.

• but you can't possibly admit that, can you?

• especially when they are right in front of you.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #yuukuko no moriarty #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot incorrect quotes #sherlock holmes #william x reader #bsd #dazai osamu #ranpo edogawa #john watson #female reader

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kleftiko · 11 months

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❦ TITS, ASS, OR THIGHS?

cw: mature, fem!reader

MHA VERSION | JJK VERSION

—yami

you CANNOT convince me that this man doesn’t just SCREAM ‘ass.’ handfuls, too. and the smacks that he subjects you to. he may be an oblivious man, but he has 20/20 ass vision. he’ll hold you up against the wall just to massage your ass in his hands.

—nozel

i can’t decide if he’s a tits or thighs guy. my thoughts: straddle his lap so your thighs can wrap around his waist and he can suffocate himself in your tits. best of both worlds. and make sure no one disturbs him during this time, he’s dead to the world.

—william

tits and is shy about it. sometimes you’re talking to him and his eyes just drift down to your chest and he starts daydreaming of just shoving his face in there and motorboating (gets sooooo red if you catch him). loves when you hold him cause he can just bury himself in your tits.

—julius

this fashion icon loves thighs as his favourite ear muffs. i think he’s a little masochistic so snap his neck with them and he will thank you. wear skirts or short shorts so he can just shamelessly stare at you. will subconsciously just move his hand between your thighs to touch the plush lol.

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liar-liarpantsonfire · 1 year

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Black Butler Characters Playing The Pocky Game

Disclaimer! All of the characters that are cannonly minors are aged up!

My au can be seen in this post!

My grammar is awful, my apologies if there is mistakes!

Summary: The pocky game everyone's heard of it and most people have played it! So why not introduce it to the Black Butler characters?

Modern or Victorian: This is set in the modern day.

Apparently no matter the universe there exists a game involving stick-like biscuits covered in a delicious coating with all sorts of flavours. The pocky game, the game where you each place your lips on the end of the biscuit and slowly inch closer until one of you backs out or eventually your lips meet. No matter the universe, this game seems to follow you. Regardless of the game though, you had to admit that the treat was delicious and you couldn't deny the game was entertaining.

One lovely day while shopping you spotted the treat and bought a few boxes, slipping them into your bag and beginning to head home, pulling out your phone and messaging them to ask if they'd like to have some snacks and mabey play a game?

Once you got back you placed your bag down, sitting on the couch and pulling out your phone. You aimlessly scrolled through tiktok before getting a notification to let you know they were on their way. Perfect.

Sebastian Michaelis

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Sebastian looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

"Hello dear." He said softly, looking to you and meeting your eyes with a small smile. "What exactly is this game then and these snacks, pocky?" Straight to the point, as usual. He walked in, shutting the door behind him.

You smiled, reaching into your bag and pulling out one of the boxes, passing it to Sebastian. "Mhm! They're just stick-like biscuits covered in chocolate but they come in all sorts of flavours, try one." You smiled, watching him closely, curious to see his reaction as you sat together. He carefully opened the box, taking one out and placing the rest to the side as he took a bite.

"Its nice, I suppose, you humans do have odd ideas for food." He said firmly causing you to look away, a little embarrassed that you'd forgotten he couldn't quite taste food or at least not the food you were used to. "So this game?" He raised an eyebrow and your head perked up again.

"Right the game!" You took another stick from the box. "Its simple, really, each person puts one end of the stick in their mouth, inching closer with small bites and the first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet. Make sense?" You asked gently, Sebastian nodding. "Perfect."

You placed your lips on one end, Sebastian following. Your eyes met his as you slowly inched towards each other, each taking small bites. You looked away from his eyes, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face.

After a moment, you felt your lips meet, Sebastian's hand on your cheek. He nibbled at your bottom lip, taking the last peice of the snack from you but he didn't pull away, and neither did you. Soft clicking and smacking noises filled the empty room before Sebastian slowly pulled away.

"I think I'd say I won that round." He had a sort of smug expression on his face that made you want to try again.

"Round two?" You suggested with a confident smile but he shook his head, his hand now on your waist.

"I think I have a different idea." He said softly, his lips meeting yours once again.

Ciel Phantomhive

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Ciel looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

Ciel gave you a gentle nod to thank you for letting him in before sitting on the couch and looking up to you. You shut the door, pulling a box of pocky from the bag and sitting next to him.

"Pocky?" He looked up to you with an almost judging expression which you simply ignored.

"Mhm, just try it." You said firmly, Ciel's judging expression not leaving him. "You like sweet things, don't you?"

"I have to be in the mood-"

"Just try it." You interrupted causing him to roll his eyes and open the box, pulling one out and taking a bite. He finished it pretty quickly, looking to you. "Did you like it?"

Ciel sighed and nodded. "Yes, it was nice." He said firmly, "Now, you said something about a game? Care to tell me?" The expression on his face no longer judgemental but curious.

"Right, yes." You smiled. "The game is simple, really, we each attach our lips to opposite ends of the treat and take small bites. The first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet and you'll have to. Does that make sense?" Ciel sighed.

"Yes, that does."

"Perfect." You took another stick of pocky out of the box, attaching your lips to one end and Ciel doing the same. You inched closer, not keeping eye contact with him.

After a moment you could feel his gentle breath mixing with yours as he took the last bite, your lips meeting for a moment before you both, slowly, pulled away.

Ciel looked up to you with a blush, clearing his throat. "Uhm. I dont think either of us won that." He looked away. You shook your head, shuffling closer to him, placing your hand on his chin and kissing him softly, again, making eye contact. "No, we didn't..."

Alois Trancy

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Alois looked to you with a soft smile "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

"Hello love!" He chirped, walking in as you shut the door behind him. "Its nice to see you again, it's been a while." You nodded, "Too long." Your tone was gentle, Alois smiling as you spoke.

You sat on the couch with him, your hands brushing against each other. Alois looked to the bag then back up at you. "Soooo what snacks did you get?" The curiosity and joy in his voice was rather sweet in a way.

You grabbed the bag, pulling out a box of pocky passing it to Alois. He examined it before just opening the box and pulling out a stick and taking a bite, his eyes sparkling as he did so. He quickly finished it, making eye contact with you. "These are great! Where'd you get them?" You couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Most grocery stores sell them, if you want to get the best ones there's that little shop in town that sells a bunch of Japanese snacks. The ones they sell in there are really good!" You beamed, Alois giggling softly at your slight ramble. He nodded, thanking you and taking out another stick of pocky and placing it into his mouth.

"There's also a game you can play with them that I wanted to show you!"

"A game?" You'd definitely peaked his curiosity.

You nodded, taking out a stick. "One player puts one end of the stick in their mouth and the other follows. You take small bites and the one who backs out first looses and if neither of you back out your lips will eventually meet." He said firmly.

"So it's a game of chicken?"

"Essentially, yeah!"

"Sounds fun!" Alois chirped. You nodded, placing one end of the stick in your mouth and signaling for the him to do the same which he happily did. You slowly inched towards closer and closer, you lips grazed against each other and before you could pull away Alois took the last bit from your mouth, his hand slipping into your hair. You slowly moved closer but Alois pulled away as you did so.

"Why did yo?-" He put a finger to your lips, pulling out another stick.

"Round two? I believe I won the first one." Alois said with a sort of cocky smirk. You nodded, placing your lips on one end of the stick and him following.

Grell Sutcliff

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and Grell looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let her in.

"Hello, darling!" She walked in, shutting the door behind her, hugging you gently. She was in that red coat she always wore, her body heat mixed with yours in the embrace. After a moment, she let go, sitting on the couch with you.

You both made polite conversation for a while before you pulled a box of pocky out of your bag. Grell looked to the box in your hands; smiling, you passed it to her. "Pocky?" She looked up at you with a curious expression or was it confused? Mabey a little bit of both! You nodded, signaling for her to open the box. She did so, taking one out and starting to eat it. Grell looked to you with a smile as she finished it, "Those are really nice." She said gently, box still in hand.

You took one out and nodded. "They are." You said softly. "What's great about them is the game you can play, care to try?" Grell nodded and you smiled to yourself. "The rules are simple, each person places one end of the stick into their mouth and they get closer as they take small bites, first one to back out looses!"

"And if neither of you back out?"

"The person with the bigger peice at the end wins either way but if neither of you back out it'll end with your lips meeting. Does that make sense?" She nodded and you smiled. "Perfect!"

You attached your lips to one end of the stick, Grell doing the same. You both got closer and closer slowly, you could feel her breath against your lips and smell her red lipstick. After a moment, you lips met and Grell gently gripped your shirt, the other hand on your waist, as she pulled you closer. Soft smacking and clicking sounds filled the room, Grell not letting go for a little while.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away and you had a light blush grazing your cheeks, as did she. Red lipstick marked you lips, the taste of the pocky still in your mouth. Grell placed the box to the side, "Screw the game." She said softly, pulling you into another kiss, this one more passionate.

William T Spears

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door and quickly jump up to awnswer it, a small smile on your face as you did so. You swung the door open and William looked to you. "Hello!" You beamed, moving to the side to let him in.

Will walked in, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. "Hello, dear." He said firmly, it wasn't he didn't want to be there, he'd just finished working overtime curtsey of Grell. You sat him down, sitting across from him.

"How was overtime?" You asked, desperately trying not to giggle, he certainly wasn't amused by the teasing.

"Fine, thank you."

You sighed softly, pulling out a box of pocky and passing it to him. "Try one." Will sighed, opening the box and pulling a stick of pocky out, eating it and looking to you.

"Its not bad. Is this all you asked me to come over for?" He gave you a look but you knew he was being genuine.

"Mmm kind of! I also wanted to show you a game involving them!" You shuffled closer to him.

"Go on?"

"Ok! So!" You took out another stick. "Its simple, really, each person puts one end of the stick in their mouth, inching closer with small bites and the first person to back out looses. If neither of you back out eventually your lips will meet." You had an almost confident smile as you explained.

"Sounds like a waste of time." He sighed. "But if it'll make you happy." You nodded. "Alright then..."

You placed your lips on one end on the stick and Will followed, you both got closer slowly, bite after bite. As Will went to pull away, you took the last piece, your lips meeting. After a moment, he leant into it, his hand on your arm before slowly pulling away again. He cleared his throat and you pulled out another stick.

"Round two?"

That's it for now! I may end up making another one if anyone has any other characters they'd like to see! If you do please let me know! <3

#black butler #black butler x reader #black butler x y/n #blackbutler #x reader #pocky challenge #pocky game #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x reader #ciel phantomhive #ciel x reader #alois trancy #alois x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #grell sutcliff #grell x reader #william t spears #william x reader

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Hi! For your event, can I request action prompts 5 and 6 with William J Moriarty? Sorry if this sounds awkward, English is not my first language, and I'm not sure if I can ask as anon on your blog (sorry if not). Thank you for your stories!

ATLAS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Sharing a blanket/blanket fort (Action Prompt #5)

Notes: Your English is excellent, hon! I hope you like your request(s)!

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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It was well-known among the members of the Moriarty estate not to disturb William James Moriarty when he was planning. And for the most part, everyone followed that rule.

Well… Except for you.

You ease the large door to William’s study open, listening to the silence of the hinges. Jack had oiled them earlier that week, so it was as quiet as a whisper of silk.

Perfect.

Shutting the door as quietly as you can, you turn to see your lover at his desk, running a hand through his hair as he holds a paper closer to the lamplight to see better. It’s deep into the night when most everyone is fast asleep.

Everyone but you and William.

“I said I was not to be disturbed,” William says without looking up.

“Is it disturbing if it’s just me?” You ask playfully, and his eyes dart up to see you standing before his desk, dressed in your nightclothes and a robe that is distinctly his.

He sets the paper down with a small smile, and you take it as an invitation to come around the side of his desk. You lean on the back of his chair, and he tilts his head back to look at you. You return his smile and run your fingers through his golden tresses, and his ruby eyes flutter closed at the feeling.

William looks exhausted, with dark bags beginning to form under his eyes, and you can see in the tenseness of his shoulders that he just wants to sleep.

“Come to bed, William.” You say gently, and his eyes open slowly as if weights held them down.

“I can’t. Not just yet, anyway.” He whispers, and you tilt your head, looking at him with a stern gaze. His smile turns boyish, and he reaches up to hold your hand, which had fallen to his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine.” He assures you, and now you roll your eyes before taking a look at what is currently on his desk.

You frown,

“Boat schematics? Is this about that one maiden voyage you were planning on?” You ask, and he nods, leaning forward to rub a hand up and down his face.

“The Noahtic. I was just finalizing the last bits of the plan.” He said tiredly, and you gently pulled him back so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean your chin in his hair.

“You can do that in the morning, love. Come to bed.” You say, and you can almost see how his will to stay up crumbles.

It doesn’t take much more enticing before he turns down the oil lamp and takes your hand where your shared bed is waiting.

The blankets are already partially rumpled from your tossing and turning.

Because you could never sleep without William now.

William pulls the robe from your shoulders, and the two of you slide under the covers. You wrap an arm around his middle and out your forehead between his shoulder blades.

He falls asleep first, something that’s unusual for him, but you can understand why.

He’s like Atlas, with the entire world on his shoulders.

So you do what you can to alleviate his burdens, even if it’s something as simple as sharing a blanket and forcing him to go to bed.

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 6 months

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Heyy!! I absolutely ✨LOVE✨ your work I've basically been stalking your blog😅. But anyway I was wondering if you could please, please do Nozel, Fuegoleon,and William where their s/o (preferably f!) yells or very calmly (your choice, does not matter which or how) says their full name in front of family/friends/squad (again your choice could be all, depends on you) and their reaction to it. I completely understand if you don't want to do it or it takes you a while to get to it thank you for your work regardless! I wish you well!! ❤❤❤

Hiya! I am overjoyed that you like my fics!!! And though I took my sweet time with this, I hope that you still enjoy it <3

Pairings: Nozel x f!reader, Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: hurt-comfort?, and some giggles ?? Total length: ~2k (about 650 words each) Contains: misunderstandings, reader raising her voice to the guys/displays anger to them, they make up in the end ('cause it was a misunderstanding), hurt-comfort, so fluffy ends

Nozel

You had a favourite pen. The kind in which you could change the ink cartilage, and thus keep using the pen for years and years. Though the ink dispensing mechanism had broken some years ago, you held onto the pen itself for sentimental value.

And it was always in a specific drawer in your room.

However, one day when you opened the drawer, the pen case nor the pen were there.

You scrambled through the drawer, first thinking to yourself that it must’ve just been pushed back, but after scouring through the drawer, the box, nor the pen, didn’t surface.

Your mind jumped to the idea of a servant having taken it, but quickly realized that it didn’t make sense. They didn’t go through drawers such as this one. ‘Such as this one’ because they obviously folded your clothes and put them into your clothing drawers. But this one was of no importance to the servants. And even if they had, for any reason, chosen to go through other drawers in the room, the pen case was among the least likely things to take.

Which meant that there was only one other person, who could’ve likely taken it. Your husband.

He was currently with the rest of the Eagles at the squad’s training grounds, and though he was occupied, you wanted to, needed to know now why he had discarded your favourite pen. Yes, sure, it was broken, but there was no harm in holding onto such a small item. You had space!

So, you stomped through the corridors to the training grounds, and spotted him some distance away, looking at his knights. Seeming somewhat uninterested. Or just held his poker face.

This was where he held his poker face. Looked as if nothing had happened.

And it spiked a kind of annoyance, anger even, in you, which made you yell out to him: “Nozel Evander Silva!”

He turned to look.

Other knights turned to look.

The trainings halted for a moment, and everyone just looked at you, glaring at Nozel.

He looked to the knights standing next to him, and said something, before walking towards you, as you crossed your arms and waited for him to get to you. And as he did, he looked at you, with concern on his face, hidden behind the mask of the squad captain.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the syllables revealing more of his feelings than the expression that quivered, trying to upkeep the facade of a strong, unfaltering squad captain.

“Where. Is. My. Pen?” You asked, feeling the annoyance, almost anger, bubbling to the surface. “You know how much it means to me!” You said with a grave tone, without raising your voice, so that the knights wouldn’t hear. There was no need for them to know such details of your personal life.

His eyes closed in a slow blink, and a sigh escaped his lips. “I was hoping to surprise you,” he said with a hint of melancholy.

You frowned, not sure what, exactly, he meant by it.

“I thought to get it fixed, so that you might use it again, instead of just having it sit in that drawer,” he admitted.

And you... felt a wide variety of emotions. Affection, joy, but also guilt, guilt for having thought that he would have discarded it.

So, you took a step forward, and wrapped your arms around his middle.

He tensed in your embrace, and you could feel the ever so slight movement of his head to look back towards his knights. The look over his shoulder due to the public display of affection.

But he didn’t push away.

And you did let go, after a brief moment. You just needed him to know that he was important to you, and you appreciated the gesture he did for you.

Fuegoleon

Fuegoleon has asked you to find his calendar for him, so that me might go straight from the training session with his knights to the meeting at the castle.

And you happily obliged with the request. After all, you did want to help him with his duties and make his life easier, just like he did for you.

So, you entered his office, and begun looking for the calendar. It wasn’t on the desk, not on first glance at least, so it must’ve been in the desk drawer. Or that seemed like the most likely conclusion to make, which is why you made your way to his desk, circling onto the side of his chair.

Your hands moved to the drawers, but... as your gaze became directed down, you noticed your name on a piece of paper, which made your curiosity pique. After all, because your name was on it, it must’ve concerned you, right? So, it was alright if you looked at what it said on that piece of paper. Right?

You slid the paper along the surface of the desk closer to you, and started skimming it through. But... as you did, and your eyes landed on the line of “...will not be ordered on another mission” anger bubbled inside of you.

What did he mean you weren’t going to be assigned another mission?! Did he not think that you could handle it?!

You clenched the paper in your hand and stormed out of the room with one intention, and one intention only: to find your husband and demand an explanation.

Luckily, you knew exactly where to find him, so you made your way to the training grounds, and locked eyes on him as soon as you were outside.

You walked up to him, as his knights slowly, while trying not to seem like they were looking, looked at you. After all, perhaps there was a need to pause the training, because the captain was overseeing it, after all.

“Fuegoleon. Alexander. Vermillion,” you spoke in a calm manner, but enunciated every name, every syllable, while looking straight in the eye.

You could see his eyes flicker, but he continued to look at you. “Yes?” There was hesitance in his tone, as if puzzled what was the cause of all this.

“What did you do?” You asked, with an equally cold tone as before.

“I... really couldn’t tell you,” he replied with a frown and an uncertain, confused tone as he continued to look at you.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a quirked eyebrow.

“Could we perhaps go to the side to discuss this through?” He suggested, to which you agreed with a nod. There wasn’t, really, a reason to make this into a public spectacle after all, and, he did deserve a chance to explain. He was a reasonable man. After all. It seemed. You had supposed him to be one.

But even before you had stopped on your way to the sidelines, you looked at him while holding that paper forward.

“What does this mean?!” You demanded to know. “Do you not trust me on missions? Is that why you wouldn’t assign me on one anymore?”

He blinked. Looked at the paper. And then back to you.

Then his lips became laced with... hints of amusement, and an apology. “My love... you’re more than welcome to partake on missions in the future. The formulation of ‘will not be ordered’ is simply a technicality to give you more freedom of choosing your missions,” he explained. “Of course the difficulty level of your missions would be expected to only grow, but this is more to give you, on paper, a say as to which mission you will embark on, if there are multiple ones of similar difficulty level active simultaneously.” He pointed to another line on the bottom of the page. “See?” There was another apology in his tone.

“Oh.” You uttered, looking at the line.

“But I do apologise,” he continued. “I should have discussed it with you, instead of having you find out this way.”

“You should,” you said, while looking down to the side. “But... I also... shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions... I know you well enough,” you continued, because, it really would have been out of place for him to just make such a decision as to pull you away from missions entirely all on his own.

“Truce?” He asked, looking at you with a gentle gaze that bore all his affection and devotion to you.

“Truce,” you agreed while feeling warmth on your cheeks.

It had been a simple misunderstanding, and miscommunication. But. It wouldn’t come in between of the two of you.

William

William’s office had been so barren before you had entered his life. Which is why the first thing you got for him, was a plant into his office.

He was a little bit confused about it, but didn’t turn down the gift. And as you explained that it’d make the air in his office better, by producing more oxygen, and would add some life and colour in there, he nodded in understanding.

And he begun taking good care of it. Watered it regularly, changed its soil and gave it nutrients if there was a need. Which really warmed your heart, because ... in a weird way, it was like he was tending to your relationship through the plant.

However, one morning when you entered his office. The plant wasn’t there. Which you thought was odd. So, you looked around the office, and the bedroom, but... it didn’t seem to be... anywhere?

Your mind begun circling with all kinds of possibilities, until... it landed on the plant having died and him having thrown it away. And that made you feel hurt. Sad. Angry.

You had looked at him tend to the plant so carefully, and now he had just thrown it away? You would’ve helped him take care of it, if he had only asked, but instead he has just... disposed of it.

So... he would hear about it. Oh, he would most certainly hear about it.

You walked out of the room with a mission to find him, which is why you begun circling around the base. You looked at every, single, possible room in which you thought he could be, until you spotted him from the window while talking to his knights.

Your hand grasped onto the handle of the window, and you opened it with a swift motion.

“William Thaddeus Vangeance!” You yelled, making him look at you. “Don’t. Move. One. Inch! I need to have a word with you!”

And you closed the window before racing down and outside, where he was still standing, and his knights were... still there? This didn’t really concern them, and it looked like they intuitively realized it as you marched over to William.

“Where is the plant?” You asked, looking straight at him.

He frowned, and his eyes flickered to his knights, to whom he said as a side note: “You’re dismissed,” to which the knights nodded and begun walking away.

“Where is the plant?” You repeated.

He frowned again, as if to connect the dots.

And then it dawned on him.

“Oh, the plant is on the balcony to get a little bit more sunlight,” he replied with a baffled look.

You blinked.

And looked at him.

“It looked a little down so... I thought that some more sun would do it good?” He said, sounding a little but uncertain.

“So... you didn’t .. throw it away,” you uttered out loud, without really meaning to.

“No..?” He said with a questioning frown. “Why would I throw it away?”

“No reason,” you said while cupping his face.

And he continued to give you a baffled look as you placed a kiss onto his cheek.

He really was tending to it. The plant, and your relationship

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