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family life with 21 year old!twelve [part 1]
okay, i imagine this as some kind of a happy ending AU, where twelve doesn't get shot by american snipers and sphinx manage to bring charges against the japanese government without being captured.
however, this path would take two significant turns, depending on whether nine survives his illness or not.
if his health isn't completely destroyed by the drug: let's bravely and responsibly face the fact that both nine's body and mind needed profound rest, given how long he suffered and endured the after-effects of the medicine the scientists forcibly injected him. he stubbornly ignored his condition in order to finally reach his and twelve's goal and make institutions of such kind exposed to light. being so mentally strenuous only added fuel to the deadly embers.
after the whole ordeal was over and shibazaki attracted the public attention, sphinx alongside you went into hiding, spectating the long-awaited occurence with a strange feeling of solitude. as if... all of it was rushing past you three in a swift motion. the world drowned in the informational uproar, making you wonder whether you truly once were in the centre of it all.
the first priority was to get nine tended to. his panic attacks worsened during the operation he conducted on his own, so you and twelve had no choice but to find a way to get a proper treatment for him.
for the sake of this canon, let's accept the idea of nine not revealing his face in the final video. provided with that, you managed to change your identities and get new documents without much effort, as you did all the time in the past. not wasting any time, you found a high-level clinic in the outskirts of tokyo and had nine accepted. later on, during passing months you visited him regularly and made sure he was indeed getting better. after discharging, the three of you once again went back to living under the same roof. after everything you went through, it was... extremely necessary for your group to stick together and think about the possible future. you didn't imagine your life to be separate.
if nine dies after handing over the detonator to shibazaki: twelve mourned for his friend like a wounded crow that lost its faithful companion. you did your best to comfort him and provide as much warmth and support as possible, all the while suppressing the tears of your own. surely enough, more often than not, twelve put on a brave face and kept pushing himself to think on the brighter side, but you knew him all too well to turn your eyes blind to it. at some nights, in the darkness of your shared apartment you caught him crying silently by the window. at times like these, you found yourself unable to just stand there politely and watch him break down. you scrambled out of the bed and ran to hug him, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his shaking body.
the pain was undeniably strong. you realised that every single time you looked into twelve's warm orbs and saw the thoughts reflected in them. both of you knew you needed to go on with life and not allow yourselves to fall into the pit of despair.
twelve took the major step towards.
"i want to change my name."
you looked over your shoulder, as you were stirring the stew in the frying pan, surprise and mild apprehension written all over your face. of course, you two have discussed the topic before, but you still were caught off guard.
"are you sure?"
twelve found comfort in the fading warmth of the coffee cup, thoughtfully looking at black drops that were left inside.
"yeah. not only that, but i guess i want to change my birthdate and place of birth. won't... hurt."
"somehow... you feel different about this sort of thing, even though you've done it countless times before."
"it wasn't serious. i didn't mind changing names because i thought it wouldn't affect my life one way or the other. i would still be me. heh, some part of me even considered that fun - you know, changing your "username", as if it were some kind of a videogame."
twelve's smile gave you a bitter sensation on the tip of your tongue. you felt the familiar constriction in the throat, as you quickly turned away to the sink. he was doing it again. hiding his pain behind a smile.
and it hurt you more knowing what he was on about.
he was going to...
"i want to start my life completely anew. like a whole different person. i will apply for college, find a part-time job, attend student gatherings, fret over the strict teachers. things everyone does. that'll be so cool, don't you think--"
"are we going to erase him just like that?"
your quiet voice held no condemnation. though you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't felt a pang of regret. you just wanted to hear twelve's answer. you couldn't go on living if he just chose to stuff the agony deep inside and ignore it, pretending to be okay and ready to restart. you had to know he truly let go. otherwise... otherwise...
twelve hugged you tightly, turning away the stove behind you. you hugged him back eagerly, heart pounding in the chest.
he was touching your back in a soothing motion, effectively calming you down.
"sh-h, sweetheart. it's okay."
"what is okay about all this..." you sobbed, clutching his shirt. closing your eyes, you breathed in, growing addicted to the feeling of being comforted by him, not that it was the first time.
"i'm not forgetting him. never. nine remained, remains and will remain in my heart. i feel happy that he got our wish fulfilled and passed away with peace. at first, it was really hard for me to move on. but now i know i have to live. so don't worry about me." having said that, he caressed the side of your face and made you look up to him. then he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. "we have each other now. let's try and create something truly beautiful for once instead of blowing everything up? ^^"
"twelve..." you weakly hit his chest with a fist. "you're such an idiot."
"your idiot. there's no getting away from me now."
twelve especially requested that you would help him choose his new name; and upon looking at his blazing smile, you instantly came up with an idea - akira 明 ("the light coming from the sun").
as for the date of birth, twelve didn't think too long.
"then... let it be the 15th of june."
"that was fast. did you think about it beforehand?"
"no. that's the day we've met, silly. i want to celebrate the most important event of my life as my birthday."
#twelve x reader#zankyou no terror twelve x reader#zankyou no terror twelve#terror in resonance#terror in resonance twelve#hisami touji x reader
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imagine threading your fingers into twelve's chestnut locks, while he's sleeping peacefully, resting his head on your lap.
you put the outmost tenderness in your touch, caressing his soft hair like the petals of a wild flower, afraid to disturb his calm and yet unable to pull away. his relaxed expression and even breathing proving just how much being near you subsidies the raging storm inside his mind.
you trace his angelic features with a tip of your finger, gently circling his brows, cheekbones and the sharp line of his jaw. upon sensing your warmth, the corner of twelve's mouth twitches a little in a contented smile; a soft sigh escapes his lips as he nuzzles even closer to your belly.
he looked so vulnerable and unassuming like this. thinking about just how much trust and devotion he was placing in you, how he always thrived to shield you from any possible form of evil, how supporting and kind he was being to you... any time these thoughts began flooding your mind, you found yourself incapable of suppressing the quiet tears of gratitude and love. too many feelings overwhelmed your entire being.
you hastily wiped off the tear that managed to roll down your face. luckily, it didn't fall on twelve's cheek and didn't wake him.
everything was going to be okay, and you were certain about it.
after all, in this cruel world you had twelve's back too.
#terror in resonance#zankyou no terror twelve#zankyou no terror#twelve x reader#zankyou no terror twelve x reader#terror in resonance twelve x reader#hisami touji x reader
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10 Questions Every Fic Writer Secretly Wants to be Asked
There are a lot of fic questions that float around online, but rarely do they ever ask specific questions about the fics themselves. Ask any writer one or more of these ten questions to learn more about the fic and show support.
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5. Did you make an outline for [title]? Did you stick to it?
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7. Who was your favorite character to write in [title]?
8. Which came first, the title or the fic?
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onigiri gone wrong [nine]
you hummed thoughtfully, as you stirred the rice porridge in the pot.
today was your turn to take up the responsibilities of handling the kitchen. weirdly though, in contradiction to what some may suggest, you didn`t view it as something exhausting or overbearing, finding pleasure in such a family-like matter. surely enough, a smile tugged at your lips as you threw a contended look at the number of plates on the counter filled with various appetizing dishes: palative katsudon for twelve, fluffy pancakes with sirup for lisa and traditional udon noodles for nine. the rice currently boiling in the pot was meant to become your portion of onigiri.
joy and accomplishment filled your insides, as you pondered over the particular thought in your head. family, indeed.
unbeknownst to you, a giggle escaped your mouth. in spite of all your protective responses and denial of compliments, which twelve and lisa kept showering you with, you treasured the smiles on their faces more than anything as they happily stowed away your cooking.
filled with anticipation of the upcoming dinner, you rolled a spoon in your fingers.
seemingly out of nowhere, you saw a familiar long arm reaching for the bottle of water that stood on the counter. the nerves on your back immediattely felt someone`s presence and you hastily turned around, finding yourself caged between the cabinet and nine`s looming frame. strangely enough, you felt no fear or surprise, only embarassment and slight uneasiness.
you hated to admit that, but apparently, nine rather enjoyed trapping you in narrow spaces where there was no escape from him whatsoever. his height served as his undeniable advantage, whilst you were facing quite palpable issues in avoiding any unnecessary contact.
"what is it, nine?" it sounded like a statement on your behalf, not an inquiry. your voice was calm and quiet, but still hit the right nerve.
"i came for a drink."
and that was all that left his lips. as expected, nine made no attempt to push the already confusing conversation further, only thickening the tension with his unblinking attentive eyes that froze on your features, as if examining the reaction you might give him.
"dinner`s almost ready."
"i noticed." you quickly connected the dots and realised the smell may have slipped inside the living room despite you tightly shutting the door to the kitchen. perhaps, he was more hungry than he liked to admit?
nine read your mind in an instant - you were almost sure it was the sheer purpose behind his desire to connect eyes with you, so he could analyse every expression that crossed your face and understand you faster without words. for now, you tried avoiding him, afraid of giving away the true feeling inside.
"i will wait until you finish and everyone gathers here."
"uhm-m."
"i take it that you`ve prepared udon noodles. did you remember how i`ve mentioned wanting to have them?"
oh... how unusual. he was attempting to have small talk.
"i did. i always want to match everyone`s taste so the food could be equally delicious." you carefully examined nine`s face in return, wordlessly noting how soft his hair looked after the shower.
"i see."
by that point, the air almost seemed stiff. your heart started beating rapidly, almost squeezing your lungs; the fact that both of you didn`t draw your eyes away from each other only served as a cathalyst to the peculiar sensation of fondness, mixed with deep intimacy and a feeling of complete understanding.
you suddenly remembered that you were still holding the sauce-covered spoon. you placed it in front of your bodies as a shield, trying to look intimidating.
"i can stain your t-shirt." you sternly reminded nine not to forget that you could as well refuse his eccentric courting, if he kept up his antics.
"i don`t care."
that single sentence sent your face ablaze in a second. your ribcage practically erupted with nervousness and butterflies that threatened to break forth, as you struggled to control your breathing. with a slightly shaking hand, you gripped the counter behind you for support, almost anxious about what was going to happen next.
nine didn`t move, but you knew better than letting your guard down; his magnetic gaze never left yours the whole time, continuing to read you like an open book. he stood, observing your emotions and thoughts swirling in your orbs, offering to look inside him as well.
you could almost distinguish the high frequency sound in your ears, signaling the peak of tension, but it was interrupted by the sounds of excited steps up the staircase.
you and nine eventually moved away from each other, as if nothing has happened.
"we're ho-o-ome!" twelve's clear voice rang from downstairs corridor, followed by the sounds of metallic doors closing and shoes being discarded. "wow, smells great! isn`t it right, lisa?"
you heard a faint "yes" in response.
quickly turning back to the stove, you tried to compose yourself with outmost persistence. still, you couldn't help but steal a glance at the retreating figure of nine, who headed back to his laptop.
#zankyou no terror#terror in resonance#nine x reader#arata kokonoe x reader#twelve x lisa#hisami touji x lisa
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I was very inspired by one of the pictures in Amy's profile(I mean the picture below--). I sincerely believe that both of her paintings with red-haired girls on an emerald background are somehow connected / refer us to the image of Jennifer ~
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afterclass confessions [nine]
the burning rays of the summer sun penetrated the glass, making the heat disperse inside the empty classroom. the quiet chorus of cicadas resonated placidly inside your ears, as well as the breathing of a dry wind, that caressed the foliage.
you could still make out the indistinctive mumbling of people passing the corridor behind the closed door. it almost seemed to shield you from the outside world, although a couple of steps and a doorknob turning would rip you out of your undisturbed dimension instantly. even so – the thought itself was discouraging, unclear.
your gaze smoothly grazed over the wiped-off blackboard, rows of vacant desks that were scattered with textbooks, snacks, mp3-players and pencils only fifteen minutes ago. looking at it in the present gave you a strange feeling of apartness.
quietly, not wanting to break the comfortable silence with the shuffling of your shoe, you turned around, landing your eyes on nine. he looked almost surreal, sitting by the open window with headphones on. you’ve discovered the melody he was listening to with such absorption was actually the same every time you passed by his side. the hasteless sensual rhythm. it suited him pretty well. a calm wordless spectator. so close, yet unexplainably far.
eventually, he noticed the lack of movement out of the corner of his eye and slowly turned his head into your direction, measuring you with cold precision. hadn’t you known better, you would’ve presumed he intended to intimidate you or make you disappear. luckily, there was no need to dwell on too much – nine took the plugs out.
you smiled somewhat unequivocally.
“we need to open all windows in order to air the room.”
without responding, nine slowly got up from his seat and took each one of his sneakers off. then he proceeded to climb the windowsill and reach a long arm to unlock all the latches; as he did, the fresher air began to fill the classroom, rustling the curtains on the way. you instantly felt better when it hit your face.
“thanks.”
“no problem.”
you kindly helped him to pick up his shoes and then moved to the supply closet to put all the washcloths and mops away. contendedly smiling to yourself, you felt like you accomplished yet another task for today – the classroom was clean for the weekend, and it served as a nice reminder that another busy week was nearing its end.
your back collided with something as you chose to move. for a moment, you felt panicked and disoriented but in a second you realised it was nine’s chest.
his cold fingers came in contact with skin on your forearms, gripping you securely and holding in place.
“watch your step. otherwise you’ll trip over.”
“sorry, nine.” you tried not to focus too much on the fact that he still hadn’t let you go. gulping a little, you looked him in the eye, getting straight to the point. “we should close the door and get back to the lair. it’s our turn to cook dinner this time and we haven’t even bought anything.”
“i don’t think twelve will be home for another three hours, as he’s wandered off with lisa.”
“doesn’t matter.” you replied jokingly. “he may have, but that doesn’t guarantee our stomachs will survive any more after such a hard hungry day.”
no reply came.
“nine? it’s no great observation, but i bet something is preoccupying your mind.”
“why are you like this?” was all that came out of him. seeing as you didn’t rush to open your mouth for an answer, nine cared to elaborate. “you act like nothing is happening. the way you talk, look at me… nothing suggests you know so much.”
“it’s a good thing, i suppose?” you said thoughtfully. “it’s important to divide professional and everyday things. besides, i don’t need to act. i’m content with the way everything is. with you being my friend.”
unknown emotion flickered across his icy orbs – alas, it was gone as quickly as it resurfaced. nine moved his head to the side, refusing to look at you. you were attentive enough to catch the slight clenching of the corner of his lips. he almost seemed… disappointed?
“my luck for this week has run out – it seems today i just can’t decipher your mood.” the smile on your face began to wither, as worry flushed your thoughts. “did something happen?”
“yes.” to your surprise, nine admitted it. when it came to his privacy he wasn’t the most honest person, tending to hide whatever emotion he had.
“do you want to talk about it?” you carefully prodded the thin ice.
“it’s impossible to avoid by now.”
you’ve always found yourself fascinated by nine’s ability to make sound and correct decisions, no matter the difficulty of the stated situation. he rarely if ever said something driven by his heart, not his head. for many, including you, such occurrence was doomed to be delusional.
his words made sense and were logical, just as expected.
“i’m listening.”
nine sighed softly but there was no trace of his usual condescension. instead, he stood before you, slightly looming, and was facing hardship in finding correct words to start his speech. he hadn’t made any attempts to, continuing to burn holes into the clean floor with his intense glare.
“this doesn’t make any sense.” he concluded, downcast, seemingly having finished the internal debating in his mind. “whether i analyse it or not.”
you didn’t lose patience but kept waiting nervously, as this whole ordeal was starting to alarm you with possible explanations as to why nine was so uncharacteristically distraught.
“what… doesn’t?”
then nine looked at you, and the bottomless look of his absorbed you fully, drowning in the crystal lake of unspoken feeling that agitated your soul. in this moment he seemed so pure and unguarded, you almost forgot about everything else. about the singing of cicadas, the summer heat, the responsibilities you had yet to carry out. all that mattered, all that pulled you in were these eyes.
nine examined his left hand in deep thought before taking off his immemorial watch. he weighed still warm metal in his palm, as he extended it to you.
“take it. it’ll be a better choice of words i could ever come up with.”
“why are you giving it to me?” you were beyond confused, eyeing the familiar object as if you were seeing it for the first time in your life.
“it’s a gift.”
nine decided not to wait and tenderly took your wrist, slipping the watch on your non-dominant hand and fastening the straps, so that it would fit nicely. your paralyzed heart beat to the rhythm of the soft ticking because you were afraid of your own reaction to nine’s warmth intimately interfusing with your skin.
“i want you to keep it.”
you traced the glass with the tip of your finger, admiring the design and red and blue colouring.
“thank you, nine. in that case, i will treasure it—“
you felt a second spark of heat, only this time on your cheek. the world around shrank, as your vision suddenly was focused on nine’s white collar. a pleasant smell of soap tickled your nose, as well as raven hair.
nine placed one hesitant kiss on your face before halting in uncertainty and pressing another one – that could be defined as loving and savouring. he pulled away little by little, glancing at his feet.
“… i will be waiting for you by the lockers.”
and just like that, the door behind him closed.
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experiencing jealousy towards you [twelve]
in spite of always trying to see the bright side of numerous matters in life, twelve is actually pretty insecure when it comes to his soul.
his blazing smile and lively twinkling eyes have always been a façade for those around him, as he was concealing his true feelings and worries from the outside world, fearing that it will shatter him, shall he be careless in letting someone peek into his dark heart.
that being said, you must have been… special. so undeniably and truly important for twelve to open up and allow you to take place in the deepest part of his being. so deep that, in fact, he wouldn`t be able to rip you out, no matter how much he strained against the better judgement.
the venomous, spiky roots of jealousy will effortlessly slither their way through his chest. they will burn him alive from inside out, but twelve won`t drop the facetious smile resting on his glued lips. the mere assumption that you might turn your back on him for someone better, more stable, more reliable, someone normal destroys him like a time bomb.
he will keep the mood light and fun, not wanting to ruin your day with overbearing questions and anything that will make you uncomfortable. the last thing he wants is for both of you to become distant and lose an intimate deep connection you share.
he will forever stay faithful to you and support the decisions you make, regardless of him internally approving or not, because he respects and values your opinion; if you told him not to offend or hold a grudge against the said person, he would relent, albeit reluctantly, as his concern and possessiveness increase tenfold. however, twelve would not hesitate to use force to protect you. he will go as far as risk his own safety to ensure no harm is coming your way, ask nine to check up the information about the person and lord forgive them if they turn out to be some scumbag, that dared to rest their filthy hands on you.
as for the physical aspect, twelve will touch you often: be it him holding your hand, supporting you by the small of your back in a respectful manner or caringly tucking the strand of hair behind your ear as a poor attempt to cover up his longing to gently caress your cheek with his warm fingertips. on the rare occasion, when despair cracks his pained heart open, he may surprise you with an impulsive hug. his thin arms hold you with unseen passion and strength, as if afraid you might disappear into the void of tokyo.
“twelve…” you whisper into the outline of his collarbone, breathing in his gingery smell, unable to quiet down the frantic beating of your confused heart. the proximity sent every nerve ablaze, making your mind swirl with thoughts and emotions; the questions threatening to arise simultaneously died on your tongue. you reached your arms and carefully enwinded them around twelve’s neck, pulling your bodies closer until you felt complete.
you could`ve sworn you`ve heard him exhale shakily.
“(name), you do not spare my feelings, do you?” he attempted to laugh as cheerfully as he always did, but the sound that came out of his mouth was forced; in contradiction to his voice, a palm on your back was rubbing comforting and loving patterns. “letting him touch your face like that.”
“he kept saying i looked funny with my hair being messy…”
“he was hitting on you.” it wasn`t the fact that the guy didn’t acknowledge him that troubled twelve, but rather your blindness to such sly methods used to get a hold on you. the slightest insinuation of you possibly being hurt by some individual messed with his head.
when you kept quiet for too long, unable to work out a response out of astonishment, twelve sighed and pulled away a little, lightly gripping your shoulders and making you gaze into his languid, soft russet eyes.
“you have no idea how… worried i am that someday i won`t be near to protect you.”
#zankyou no terror#terror in resonance#twelve#twelve x reader#hisami touji#hisami touji x reader#zankyou no terror twelve#zankyou no terror nine
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The Old Man and His Yorkie - William x Reader
This story was inspired by an old man who lives down the street from me. He must be at least in his 60's, but every morning, rain or shine, he takes his little old Yorkie on a walk. It's always so sweet to see. So, I decided to write a YuuMori story based on it.
This is also a continuation of one of my most popular YuuMori posts. I'll link it here.
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London, England. 1946.
Samuel had grown up in this area.
Sure, he had been homeless since he was a little boy, the great depression and world War having stolen his parents from him long ago. But besides that, he had had a fairly happy 12 years of life so far. And he knew his little neighborhood up and down.
To the left of the alley he slept in was a butcher shop. The meat that was spare, or that had gone off, would be given to him sometimes. Mr. Kats made sure of that.
Down on one side of the street was a house that had a boy his age in it. They would play sometimes together, getting into all sorts of mischief. The boys name was Charles.
Which was what led him to this situation.
You see, there was a man on the other far end of the street. He was likely in his 70's, with a face that must have once been handsome before it was marred with scarring and age. He had been raised as a noble man, but that was all the boys really knew about him. He rarely left his house. His groceries were brought to him by a boy he paid to deliver. Even his mail was left on his doorstep.
His house had to be older than he was. It was like a big, terrifying monster looming over the neighborhood. Large and old fashioned, with an old, dilapidated winding porch and overgrown garden. A Victorian style home. Not many of those were around anymore, as most of them had been destroyed during the Blitz. Hell, a few rooms on the right wing of the house had actually been destroyed by the bombings. They had since been cleaned out, there contents long gone and destroyed, but the damaged rooms still remained.
The old man only went outside once per day. The man, likely in his 70's, would put his little old Yorkie dog on a leash, and take her for a walk. She was a small, frail little thing. Floppy ears and a fluffy body. She was clearly the only part of the old man’s life that was actually well cared for.
The boys had been playing catch near his house that morning during said walk, and they didn't realize how roughly they were playing til a baseball sailed over Charlie's head, straight through the old man's window.
Charlie ran. Leaving Samuel all alone.
He couldn't bring himself to run away. It wasn't in his spirit to let such damages go unpaid for. Even if he had barely pennies to his name, he'd still try to help somewhere. Someone to painstakingly weed and take care of his garden? A young, strong body to destroy and clean up the damaged rooms on the right wing? Since the depression, dollar values had still yet to go down. The cost to repair the window would likely be enormous, at least in Samuel’s eyes.
"Are you lost, boy?" The old man. He was back already. His little dog was nosing Samuel's pant leg.
He shook. He had never heard the man's voice before. It was soft, much softer than he was expecting.
"I apologize, sir. My friend and I got too close to your house while playing a game, and, well,..." He gestured to the shattered window.
To Samuel's surprise, the old man only smiled.
"Is that all, boy? It's quite alright. You're young. Accidents happen. You mustn't worry about it. Feel free to scurry off."
"But sir," Samuel shook his head, "I want to repay you for the trouble. I may have no money, but I can help in any other way you would like." He felt near tears. The man was being too kind, even though he had done something so careless and destructive.
The little dog tried to jump on him.
"Hush, Oakley." The old man gently tugged on the leash, "if you insist, child. What is your name?"
"Samuel."
"Samuel... lovely to meet you. My name is William Moriarty. And, to repay me..."
Samuel shivered. Would he be subjected to a life of yardwork? Lose an arm due to dangerous working hazards? What if-?
"... help me clean up the shattered glass."
“… Huh?”
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The old man - William’s- house was always scary on the outside. Old and unclean, one side wearing away from the strong winds. Samuel had been afraid of it growing up. Steered clear of it on his normal begging corners. Even walked an extra ten minutes back to his alley just to avoid it.
On the inside, it was actually quite lovely. He had never been in a place so nice. The rug was softer than any of the old, tattered sheets he had slept on. There was a modest, brick fireplace in the center of the living room. It was the summer, so it looked as though it hadn’t been used in quite a while. But the sight of it alone made him want to curl up on the rug in front of it.
"Young man, could you please fetch the broom and dustpan? It's in the broom closet to your right." William was untying Oakley from his leash.
"Yes, sir!" Samuel grabbed it immediately. If this was all the old man was asking for, then he'd do it the best he could. Old wooden broom and dustpan in hand, he started sweeping up the glass.
As he swept, he couldn't help but admire the pictures of the walls. There were at least 20 of them.
Ah, his suspicions had been correct. Mr. William had been quite a handsome man in his youth. A few of the pictures included William, with two men by his side. One, taller, with deep hair to his shoulders. The other looking strikingly similar to William himself.
He was so enamored that he didn't even hear the footsteps behind him.
"Ah, you're a curious one, aren't you?"
Samuel nearly dropped the dustpan full of glass, "Oh! My apologies, sir! I'll avoid looking at them."
William chuckled, "No, no. It's all good, son. Those are my brothers." He gestured to the picture once more, "The taller one is Albert. He's my elder by a few years. And the one to my right - with the same hair color as me- that's my other brother, Louis. My little brother."
Samuel nodded, "and what about that picture, sir?"
The image he was pointing to was different, and Samuel knew it. While most of the portraits on the walls were dusty, this one was clean. It was a picture of a woman. Her hair was pulled into an updo, her lips tinted with light rouge. In her lap was a little Yorkie, similar to Oakley, but smaller. A bow was in its hair, the same tone as her dress.
"It's important to you, isn't it, Mister?"
The old man nodded, "You're quite a clever little boy, aren't you? You remind me of a man I used to know..." He turned his gaze to the picture. Almost as if on instinct, his hand grazed the side of its frame, straightening it ever so slightly, a fond look in his eyes, "That's my wife, dear boy."
His eyes went wide, "Your wife? But, sir, I've never seen her."
Again, William chuckled, "I'd be concerned if you did. She's been dead for at least 30 years now."
Samuel shut up immediately. The aura in the room had gone cold and blue.
"My apologies, sir. I didn't mean to bring back sad memories. I'll dispose of this glass and be on my way."
A hand was on his shoulder.
"No, son. Its alright. Why don't you stay a little longer? You look starved. Would your parents be alright with that?"
Samuel couldn't meet the man's kind, scarlet eyes, "I wouldn't know, sir. I don't have parents."
********
A hot meal was in his hands before he knew it. Beef roast and mashed potatoes, piping hot. William had settled him into a plush, comfortable chair.
Even while eating, he found his eyes drawn to that picture. She was beautiful, indeed.
"... would you like to know more about her? My dearest Y/N?"
Samuel found himself nodding before his brain even processed the information.
William had gotten up from his seat, reaching into a cabinet. He pulled out a stack of old photos, placing them on the armrest of Samuel's chair.
"I never thought I would settle down until I met her, you know. She was so kind, and sweet. I felt something for her before I even met her."
Samuel flipped through the photos in his hands. A picture, of her in a wedding dress. William beside her, wearing a suit. Their hands together, big smiles on their faces.
"I'd see her out my window every day. It was my brother, Albert, who asked if she could come inside for tea. I met the love of my life that day. And she was always so kind, too. I don't know what I did to deserve her."
Another picture. Her sitting down,William standing beside her, her belly swollen with child.
"Our wedding was lovely. I loved her more than anything. Within the year, she was with child. I remember crying the day she told me."
"Is your daughter living in another town?" The question slipped out before he could stop it.
William shook his head, "It was a girl, actually. But no. Neither my dearest Y/N or my daughter survived the pregnancy. There were too many complications. I lost my daughter before she was when born. And the infection took Y/N soon after."
"I- I'm so sorry, sir. I shouldn't have asked."
William smiled sadly, "its quite alright, son. It's getting late though. You should be getting home."
Before Samuel left, William ruffled his hair, "Come back for a hot meal sometime. It would be my pleasure."
#moriarty the patriot#moriarty the patriot x reader#yuukoku no moriarty x reader#william james moriarty#william james moriarty x reader#my favourite william story now
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this is a definition of beautiful and heart-warming.
guuuuuys, i think i created something :)
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you're making me blush so hard, i bet i would fry the screen--
thank you, thank you so much for reading
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jake x male!mc x darkness as best buddies/partners in crime [part 2]
A/N: the main push i needed to write a second part of these series is @lem-onchan 's amazing art of Darkness. better than i would've ever imagined and still right on the spot!
➢ a quiet foyer of a grey faceless block of flats in the depths of a busy city centre.
➢ laced with unspoken curiosity, your confident steps were followed by nearly audible ones. hadn’t it been for the shuffling of the worn shoes, you wouldn’t fight the urge to look back and see who was trailing behind. Jake climbed the stairs with lesser enthusiasm than you, albeit he remained steady and didn’t appear to be willing to voice any doubts, which was a good sign already – he was as invested in this peculiar case as you. and while absentmindedly smiling with relief, as you moved up the spiral staircase, you did a little review in your head.
➢ about a day ago, you received a strange message via email, suggesting a requested investigation of a recent murder case. although such tasks weren’t entirely uncommon for both of you, the way a supposed client contacted you was rather specific. in fact, it was him who found Jake’s hideout and knocked on the door in the ungodly hour of night.
➢ you vividly remember turning to the sound in a flash, clearly being intimidated by it, though Jake’s blue hues only calmly drifted away from the monitor, as his endless typing ceased. briefly looking at each other, you nodded at him, carefully drawing a gun hidden under the floorboard near the couch.
➢ you stealthily approached the door, expecting it to burst open any moment. instead, the measured knocking repeated, as if the person behind it was politely waiting to be let in. however, you weren’t the one to be fooled. doubt grew within you rapidly, as you suspiciously prodded possible explanations for such a strange occurrence; it was unlikely that some delivery boy got lost and stumbled to your and Jake’s flat to get money for his pizza. although, you`d gladly choose him over a friendly visit of a several police officers.
“who is it?”
“it`s Themis, l.k.l.m”, replied a man’s voice steadily.
➢ eyes widening, you once again looked over at your partner, still unbothered, sitting with his legs crossed and tired gaze focused solemnly on the door alone. it was a password for visitors – one that was changed every week in terms of safety – and the one guaranteeing the client wasn’t a sly conman or a well-informed third party, who wanted to gain an easy entrance. nobody could get it without reliable channels you placed your trust in, so this late-night stranger awoke a thirsty interest, promising a perhaps good piece of work for the future morning.
“what’re you talking about, sir?” you tried to feign ignorance to check the visitor further. “you must be either drunk or out of your mind to disturb people so late. go or else i’m calling the cops.”
“no!” the voice on the other side rose in panic. you almost missed the desperation in it. “i’m sure i-i got the right flat. i’m from Tino. Tino sent me there.”
that statement finally let you feel convinced. you swiftly hid the gun in the breast pocket of your jacket and twisted the doorknob – revealing a skinny bloke with disheveled fair hair, dressed in worn jeans and a funny shirt. overall, he reminded you of a clueless high school kid, though he didn’t appear younger than both you and Jake.
“then come in.” you chirped, greeting him with a bold twinkle in your eyes and a laid-back, lopsided grin; you moved to the side, allowing a slightly confused guy to enter the apartment. Jake warily analysed his movements before spinning in his chair to face the guest properly.
you promptly closed the door, and then there was an uneasy pause.
“so you’re these guys everyone’s been talking about on the news… right?” the stranger began his speech rather haphazardly, almost audibly gulping the lump in his throat.
“maybe.” Jake replied drily without a hint of a smile.
“we don’t watch telly much these days, you know?” you tried to compensate the chilliness in the hacker’s tone and kept the conversation going in hope to unhurriedly discover the guest’s identity. you gestured to a pile of papers and photos of different people on the desk. “a lotta work to do.”
that seemed to relax a visitor way more than how Jake addressed him with one word.
“i bet. so these rumours were true, after all…” he mumbled with visible relief. “i was really hoping you’d help me with my case.”
“who do we owe the pleasure to?” you kept a collected smile on your face, desiring to obtain necessary information before any matters.
“oh. my name is Daniel Garrett.”
“MC, and this unfriendly however genius fellow over here is Jake. he won’t bite but I make no promises.”
Jake pressed his lips together at your antics.
“we work as a team.”
“Tino assured me you two would help me out, no matter the difficulty.”
“considering you do already know his name and whereabouts, i guess it’s useless to hide the fact he’s our informant.” the hacker said seriously, clenching and unclenching his fingers and making the dark rings adorning them look more prominent. “as our potential client, you’re sworn to keep that in secret, even if we end up turning down your case.”
“i understand.”
“i sense a “but”.”
the fair-haired young man looked at Jake persistently, even daringly, having a sudden air of confidence.
“i’m afraid you won’t turn it down, because everything will change soon. and this widescale case will be impossible to overlook, no matter how much we try.” his words carried a sense of regret. “the person dear to me already fell victim to this and there will be even more casualties if we do not hurry.”
both you and your partner looked at each other, intimidated by such statements.
“Daniel, do you mind being a little more concrete?” you wordlessly pointed at the couch, offering Garrett a seat. he accepted it with a slight nod.
“i believe my friend was killed by anonymous users of some weird group chat.” Daniel paused, collecting his thoughts. “… his name was Jamie. the body found recently in the abandoned mart belonged to him. this incident attracted a lot of attention…”
“… as it was quickly shut down.” Jake tuned in. “the case gained quite the resonance on forums.”
“yes. that’s right. so you do know what i’m talking about.”
“but i still don’t get why you are so sure we will agree on this case.” the inquiry hacker sent Daniel’s way was too sharp, and Garrett directed an angry glare at him.
“don’t get him wrong, Jake is just trying to ask for more details.”
“because the number of such terrible occurrences is increasing. the net is not even moderately safe anymore. i know there were other people who died under such mysterious circumstances as those which are surrounding Jamie’s death. all from our city. all relatively similar in interests and occupations. Jamie… he told me about entering this group two months ago and since then he drastically changed. he spent all his time in front of the computer or outside, going god knows where. and then he disappeared and never came back. what i’m trying to say is… i contacted relatives of the similar victims and they reported the same behaviour as what happened afterwards those guys joined the group.”
“in other words?”
“in other words, i need the assistance of the professionals to know the truth.”
➢ having plunged deep into the memories of the yesterday evening, you came to realise that the correct door was inches from your nose. Jake reached an arm and rang the bell for you, not commenting on your thoughtfulness.
➢ a few moments later, you were greeted with as usual amusing sight of your peculiar acquaintance, dressed in his fluffy blue sweatpants and home t-shirt with kittens. he seemingly only came out of bed, having not even rubbed his sleepy grey eyes. he had bed hair, unruly chestnut locks stuck to his forehead. he was scratching his belly with one hand and holding a mug of steaming coffee in the other. his posture mirrored one of a puzzled person, who was processing what the hell you and Jake were doing on his doorstep.
➢ you smiled cheerfully.
“hello, Darkness, my old friend. care to tell us passionately about the most popular forums lately?”
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Thank you so much, that's ME on the verge of tears right now
(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 😭❤
jake x male!mc x darkness as best buddies/partners in crime [part 2]
A/N: the main push i needed to write a second part of these series is @lem-onchan 's amazing art of Darkness. better than i would've ever imagined and still right on the spot!
➢ a quiet foyer of a grey faceless block of flats in the depths of a busy city centre.
➢ laced with unspoken curiosity, your confident steps were followed by nearly audible ones. hadn’t it been for the shuffling of the worn shoes, you wouldn’t fight the urge to look back and see who was trailing behind. Jake climbed the stairs with lesser enthusiasm than you, albeit he remained steady and didn’t appear to be willing to voice any doubts, which was a good sign already – he was as invested in this peculiar case as you. and while absentmindedly smiling with relief, as you moved up the spiral staircase, you did a little review in your head.
➢ about a day ago, you received a strange message via email, suggesting a requested investigation of a recent murder case. although such tasks weren’t entirely uncommon for both of you, the way a supposed client contacted you was rather specific. in fact, it was him who found Jake’s hideout and knocked on the door in the ungodly hour of night.
➢ you vividly remember turning to the sound in a flash, clearly being intimidated by it, though Jake’s blue hues only calmly drifted away from the monitor, as his endless typing ceased. briefly looking at each other, you nodded at him, carefully drawing a gun hidden under the floorboard near the couch.
➢ you stealthily approached the door, expecting it to burst open any moment. instead, the measured knocking repeated, as if the person behind it was politely waiting to be let in. however, you weren’t the one to be fooled. doubt grew within you rapidly, as you suspiciously prodded possible explanations for such a strange occurrence; it was unlikely that some delivery boy got lost and stumbled to your and Jake’s flat to get money for his pizza. although, you`d gladly choose him over a friendly visit of a several police officers.
“who is it?”
“it`s Themis, l.k.l.m”, replied a man’s voice steadily.
➢ eyes widening, you once again looked over at your partner, still unbothered, sitting with his legs crossed and tired gaze focused solemnly on the door alone. it was a password for visitors – one that was changed every week in terms of safety – and the one guaranteeing the client wasn’t a sly conman or a well-informed third party, who wanted to gain an easy entrance. nobody could get it without reliable channels you placed your trust in, so this late-night stranger awoke a thirsty interest, promising a perhaps good piece of work for the future morning.
“what’re you talking about, sir?” you tried to feign ignorance to check the visitor further. “you must be either drunk or out of your mind to disturb people so late. go or else i’m calling the cops.”
“no!” the voice on the other side rose in panic. you almost missed the desperation in it. “i’m sure i-i got the right flat. i’m from Tino. Tino sent me there.”
that statement finally let you feel convinced. you swiftly hid the gun in the breast pocket of your jacket and twisted the doorknob – revealing a skinny bloke with disheveled fair hair, dressed in worn jeans and a funny shirt. overall, he reminded you of a clueless high school kid, though he didn’t appear younger than both you and Jake.
“then come in.” you chirped, greeting him with a bold twinkle in your eyes and a laid-back, lopsided grin; you moved to the side, allowing a slightly confused guy to enter the apartment. Jake warily analysed his movements before spinning in his chair to face the guest properly.
you promptly closed the door, and then there was an uneasy pause.
“so you’re these guys everyone’s been talking about on the news… right?” the stranger began his speech rather haphazardly, almost audibly gulping the lump in his throat.
“maybe.” Jake replied drily without a hint of a smile.
“we don’t watch telly much these days, you know?” you tried to compensate the chilliness in the hacker’s tone and kept the conversation going in hope to unhurriedly discover the guest’s identity. you gestured to a pile of papers and photos of different people on the desk. “a lotta work to do.”
that seemed to relax a visitor way more than how Jake addressed him with one word.
“i bet. so these rumours were true, after all…” he mumbled with visible relief. “i was really hoping you’d help me with my case.”
“who do we owe the pleasure to?” you kept a collected smile on your face, desiring to obtain necessary information before any matters.
“oh. my name is Daniel Garrett.”
“MC, and this unfriendly however genius fellow over here is Jake. he won’t bite but I make no promises.”
Jake pressed his lips together at your antics.
“we work as a team.”
“Tino assured me you two would help me out, no matter the difficulty.”
“considering you do already know his name and whereabouts, i guess it’s useless to hide the fact he’s our informant.” the hacker said seriously, clenching and unclenching his fingers and making the dark rings adorning them look more prominent. “as our potential client, you’re sworn to keep that in secret, even if we end up turning down your case.”
“i understand.”
“i sense a “but”.”
the fair-haired young man looked at Jake persistently, even daringly, having a sudden air of confidence.
“i’m afraid you won’t turn it down, because everything will change soon. and this widescale case will be impossible to overlook, no matter how much we try.” his words carried a sense of regret. “the person dear to me already fell victim to this and there will be even more casualties if we do not hurry.”
both you and your partner looked at each other, intimidated by such statements.
“Daniel, do you mind being a little more concrete?” you wordlessly pointed at the couch, offering Garrett a seat. he accepted it with a slight nod.
“i believe my friend was killed by anonymous users of some weird group chat.” Daniel paused, collecting his thoughts. “… his name was Jamie. the body found recently in the abandoned mart belonged to him. this incident attracted a lot of attention…”
“… as it was quickly shut down.” Jake tuned in. “the case gained quite the resonance on forums.”
“yes. that’s right. so you do know what i’m talking about.”
“but i still don’t get why you are so sure we will agree on this case.” the inquiry hacker sent Daniel’s way was too sharp, and Garrett directed an angry glare at him.
“don’t get him wrong, Jake is just trying to ask for more details.”
“because the number of such terrible occurrences is increasing. the net is not even moderately safe anymore. i know there were other people who died under such mysterious circumstances as those which are surrounding Jamie’s death. all from our city. all relatively similar in interests and occupations. Jamie… he told me about entering this group two months ago and since then he drastically changed. he spent all his time in front of the computer or outside, going god knows where. and then he disappeared and never came back. what i’m trying to say is… i contacted relatives of the similar victims and they reported the same behaviour as what happened afterwards those guys joined the group.”
“in other words?”
“in other words, i need the assistance of the professionals to know the truth.”
➢ having plunged deep into the memories of the yesterday evening, you came to realise that the correct door was inches from your nose. Jake reached an arm and rang the bell for you, not commenting on your thoughtfulness.
➢ a few moments later, you were greeted with as usual amusing sight of your peculiar acquaintance, dressed in his fluffy blue sweatpants and home t-shirt with kittens. he seemingly only came out of bed, having not even rubbed his sleepy grey eyes. he had bed hair, unruly chestnut locks stuck to his forehead. he was scratching his belly with one hand and holding a mug of steaming coffee in the other. his posture mirrored one of a puzzled person, who was processing what the hell you and Jake were doing on his doorstep.
➢ you smiled cheerfully.
“hello, Darkness, my old friend. care to tell us passionately about the most popular forums lately?”
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jake x male!mc x darkness as best buddies/partners in crime [part 2]
A/N: the main push i needed to write a second part of these series is @lem-onchan 's amazing art of Darkness. better than i would've ever imagined and still right on the spot!
➢ a quiet foyer of a grey faceless block of flats in the depths of a busy city centre.
➢ laced with unspoken curiosity, your confident steps were followed by nearly audible ones. hadn’t it been for the shuffling of the worn shoes, you wouldn’t fight the urge to look back and see who was trailing behind. Jake climbed the stairs with lesser enthusiasm than you, albeit he remained steady and didn’t appear to be willing to voice any doubts, which was a good sign already – he was as invested in this peculiar case as you. and while absentmindedly smiling with relief, as you moved up the spiral staircase, you did a little review in your head.
➢ about a day ago, you received a strange message via email, suggesting a requested investigation of a recent murder case. although such tasks weren’t entirely uncommon for both of you, the way a supposed client contacted you was rather specific. in fact, it was him who found Jake’s hideout and knocked on the door in the ungodly hour of night.
➢ you vividly remember turning to the sound in a flash, clearly being intimidated by it, though Jake’s blue hues only calmly drifted away from the monitor, as his endless typing ceased. briefly looking at each other, you nodded at him, carefully drawing a gun hidden under the floorboard near the couch.
➢ you stealthily approached the door, expecting it to burst open any moment. instead, the measured knocking repeated, as if the person behind it was politely waiting to be let in. however, you weren’t the one to be fooled. doubt grew within you rapidly, as you suspiciously prodded possible explanations for such a strange occurrence; it was unlikely that some delivery boy got lost and stumbled to your and Jake’s flat to get money for his pizza. although, you`d gladly choose him over a friendly visit of a several police officers.
“who is it?”
“it`s Themis, l.k.l.m”, replied a man’s voice steadily.
➢ eyes widening, you once again looked over at your partner, still unbothered, sitting with his legs crossed and tired gaze focused solemnly on the door alone. it was a password for visitors – one that was changed every week in terms of safety – and the one guaranteeing the client wasn’t a sly conman or a well-informed third party, who wanted to gain an easy entrance. nobody could get it without reliable channels you placed your trust in, so this late-night stranger awoke a thirsty interest, promising a perhaps good piece of work for the future morning.
“what’re you talking about, sir?” you tried to feign ignorance to check the visitor further. “you must be either drunk or out of your mind to disturb people so late. go or else i’m calling the cops.”
“no!” the voice on the other side rose in panic. you almost missed the desperation in it. “i’m sure i-i got the right flat. i’m from Tino. Tino sent me there.”
that statement finally let you feel convinced. you swiftly hid the gun in the breast pocket of your jacket and twisted the doorknob – revealing a skinny bloke with disheveled fair hair, dressed in worn jeans and a funny shirt. overall, he reminded you of a clueless high school kid, though he didn’t appear younger than both you and Jake.
“then come in.” you chirped, greeting him with a bold twinkle in your eyes and a laid-back, lopsided grin; you moved to the side, allowing a slightly confused guy to enter the apartment. Jake warily analysed his movements before spinning in his chair to face the guest properly.
you promptly closed the door, and then there was an uneasy pause.
“so you’re these guys everyone’s been talking about on the news… right?” the stranger began his speech rather haphazardly, almost audibly gulping the lump in his throat.
“maybe.” Jake replied drily without a hint of a smile.
“we don’t watch telly much these days, you know?” you tried to compensate the chilliness in the hacker’s tone and kept the conversation going in hope to unhurriedly discover the guest’s identity. you gestured to a pile of papers and photos of different people on the desk. “a lotta work to do.”
that seemed to relax a visitor way more than how Jake addressed him with one word.
“i bet. so these rumours were true, after all…” he mumbled with visible relief. “i was really hoping you’d help me with my case.”
“who do we owe the pleasure to?” you kept a collected smile on your face, desiring to obtain necessary information before any matters.
“oh. my name is Daniel Garrett.”
“MC, and this unfriendly however genius fellow over here is Jake. he won’t bite but I make no promises.”
Jake pressed his lips together at your antics.
“we work as a team.”
“Tino assured me you two would help me out, no matter the difficulty.”
“considering you do already know his name and whereabouts, i guess it’s useless to hide the fact he’s our informant.” the hacker said seriously, clenching and unclenching his fingers and making the dark rings adorning them look more prominent. “as our potential client, you’re sworn to keep that in secret, even if we end up turning down your case.”
“i understand.”
“i sense a “but”.”
the fair-haired young man looked at Jake persistently, even daringly, having a sudden air of confidence.
“i’m afraid you won’t turn it down, because everything will change soon. and this widescale case will be impossible to overlook, no matter how much we try.” his words carried a sense of regret. “the person dear to me already fell victim to this and there will be even more casualties if we do not hurry.”
both you and your partner looked at each other, intimidated by such statements.
“Daniel, do you mind being a little more concrete?” you wordlessly pointed at the couch, offering Garrett a seat. he accepted it with a slight nod.
“i believe my friend was killed by anonymous users of some weird group chat.” Daniel paused, collecting his thoughts. “… his name was Jamie. the body found recently in the abandoned mart belonged to him. this incident attracted a lot of attention…”
“… as it was quickly shut down.” Jake tuned in. “the case gained quite the resonance on forums.”
“yes. that’s right. so you do know what i’m talking about.”
“but i still don’t get why you are so sure we will agree on this case.” the inquiry hacker sent Daniel’s way was too sharp, and Garrett directed an angry glare at him.
“don’t get him wrong, Jake is just trying to ask for more details.”
“because the number of such terrible occurrences is increasing. the net is not even moderately safe anymore. i know there were other people who died under such mysterious circumstances as those which are surrounding Jamie’s death. all from our city. all relatively similar in interests and occupations. Jamie… he told me about entering this group two months ago and since then he drastically changed. he spent all his time in front of the computer or outside, going god knows where. and then he disappeared and never came back. what i’m trying to say is… i contacted relatives of the similar victims and they reported the same behaviour as what happened afterwards those guys joined the group.”
“in other words?”
“in other words, i need the assistance of the professionals to know the truth.”
➢ having plunged deep into the memories of the yesterday evening, you came to realise that the correct door was inches from your nose. Jake reached an arm and rang the bell for you, not commenting on your thoughtfulness.
➢ a few moments later, you were greeted with as usual amusing sight of your peculiar acquaintance, dressed in his fluffy blue sweatpants and home t-shirt with kittens. he seemingly only came out of bed, having not even rubbed his sleepy grey eyes. he had bed hair, unruly chestnut locks stuck to his forehead. he was scratching his belly with one hand and holding a mug of steaming coffee in the other. his posture mirrored one of a puzzled person, who was processing what the hell you and Jake were doing on his doorstep.
➢ you smiled cheerfully.
“hello, Darkness, my old friend. care to tell us passionately about the most popular forums lately?”
#duskwood#duskwood everbyte#duskwood mobile game#jake x mc#jake x reader#darkness x mc#darkness x reader#@lem-onchan
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Well, that was VERY hard-- 🥲
I rarely draw guys because I'm not very good at drawing them, but it was worth it
Meet Darkness ~ In my mind, his only source of serotonin is paranormal documentaries and hanging out on the Dark mystery forum, lol--
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