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Growing Pains

Lucifer x Reader

Content warning: fluff, trust building, slow burn, building communication skills, self improvement, fast proofread (please excuse the errors)

Summary: Lucifer's attempt to bond with you, a newer resident of the hotel, spectacularly backfires. Unable to avoid Lucifer, with an impending sinister catalyst, necessitate a resolution forcing you to work through your avoidance tendencies.

Author Notes: This one shot is on the longer side. Let me know if you think I should have made it 2 chapters or if it works as it is. I also wanted to apologize for the day delay! Yesterday did not go as I had planned.

Thank you for all the love and support you choose to give!

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting and talking in the hotel lobby not too far off from you. Vaggie’s one arm, the one you could see, casually draped over the back of the couch. Her thumb stretched from its resting position, lightly caressing her partner as they talked. A minute affection Charlie didn’t seem to notice in her exuberant excitement. One you couldn’t help but focus on, completely ignoring the book you were looking over. You forced your attention back to the book momentarily before Charlie started laughing. The sound ripped your gaze from the pages back over to the loving couple. Charlie’s hand now on Vaggie’s arm.

It made the skin on your arm prickle with goosebumps.

“My, my, my, weren’t you ever taught it’s rude to stare?” The accusation startled you from your fixation and you tilted your head to see Lucifer propped from beside you. One eyebrow skyrocketed nearly to his hairline while the over exaggerated smile on his lips seemed to pull painfully tight on his lips as he attempted to playfully exclaim, “It’s almost like you’re plotting something!”

His quip stung, intentionally or not. You had noticed since arriving his method of interacting with other sinners was usually to tease them about sinner-like things; violence, cannibalism, plotting against other people, their drug use. His favorite against you was that you were plotting a scheme, usually against Charlie. Everyone had been slightly wary of you upon your arrival. Charlie had sworn up and down that it would change. That since you always seemed so aloof and standoffish it was just unnerving for some people in the hotel. Including her dad who was trying, in his own way, to connect with all the sinners when he was around. He had a couple thousand years of prejudice to work through but, he was trying!

She had taken to coaching you at every interaction you had with her. Even Vaggie had jumped on board with her encouragement. If one of them said hello and asked how your day was, a simple ‘fine’ wouldn’t suffice. It didn’t encourage bonding! No, you had to elaborate. Tell them what you did that day. Did you learn anything new? What books are you reading? Share with them things about yourself! Ask how their day was. Reference something they previously told you. Have an actual conversation.

As well intended as they were, it was exhausting. Having gone from almost solitary living for the last century or two -between working in a job where you were almost completely unbothered while living with a single roommate whom you could go days without speaking to- this was a complete 180 and utterly tiring. You didn’t uproot your life to make friends. You had come here to work on redeeming yourself. Get into heaven if it was possible. Which Charlie repeatedly told you included being friendlier, kind, thoughtful, and most importantly selfless. Even if you didn’t necessarily care about everything other people had to say, it was important to still allow them space to be themselves without judgment and make sure they felt heard. That is what would help get you into heaven!

You had noticed as time wore on, begrudgingly so, the tactics she had you practicing had been working. Several of the newer residents had loosened up around you and started conversing with you on a somewhat regular basis. During some of the group exercises where Charlie would tell people to pair up, they had come up to you and suggested you work together. It was just a skill you had let wither that you needed to redevelop. A plant you needed to relocate from shade to sun.

Whatever analogy you needed to tell yourself you did to prevent yourself from giving up. You came here for redemption after all which meant something needed to change and maybe that was part of it. You wouldn’t have been cast to hell if you had gotten things right.

So as Lucifer loitered beside you, you tried to keep in mind you needed to be better and that this was his way of connecting like Charlie had said. Regardless of how it stung hearing it time and time again. This was just practice. More draining practice. “I’m not plotting anything sir.” you said, closing the book in your hands before setting it down to make sure he knew he had your attention. Now what though?

You wracked your mind for what to say next. Charlie said to be honest with people. How do you explain to him why exactly you were staring? That you had started craving physical touch again since coming here. That after having gone years without brushing against anything other than the books you worked with, that having Charlie clasp your hands when she was excited or Angel throwing an completely unwarranted arm over your shoulders when he wanted to use you as a prop for his dramatics, those simple actions had suddenly rekindled your human, well sinner, desire for contact. How pathetic would that make you look? How weak? Then to have been caught fixated on them, desperate to live vicariously momentarily.

“I was just…” you drawled. The idea of telling the truth set your face ablaze in embarrassment. You couldn’t bring yourself to say the truth. You looked over at the couple settling on your answer. “...admiring their relationship.”

He openly laughed, playing along with his original story, “Mmmmhm. If you say so~~.”

A combination of frustration and disappointment washed over you. Completely incinerating any trace of the embarrassment you have felt over the real reason why you had been staring. Hearing him happily hum as he sauntered over to Charlie not believing an ounce of what you said regardless of your lack of ill will towards the princess. If he was only joking, why was it the same barb over and over? Why were you the one he continuously chose to make that specific joke with? It really didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

You looked down at your book trying and failing to speedily process your emotions. You heaved yourself up turning to leave. Not wanting to exist in other people’s presence anymore. Too emotionally taxed.

Wrapped up in your own feelings and thoughts you missed Lucifer glancing back at you. You missed the jarred skip of his step as he caught sight of the haggard expression during your momentary unmasking. You missed the fact he stopped walking all together as you slipped from the room.

You quickly found shelter in the sanctity of your room. Recharging the rest of the evening cocooned in the fuzziest blankets you had, that you made sure always smelled of orange and cinnamon, buried in the book you had just gotten. As the evening slipped into night though, you slipped from your room and made your way down the hall needing a small break from the confines of your quarters before heading to sleep. Because despite your exhaustion, you enjoyed a little fresh air before bed.

Living on the second to top floor had its downsides; like being closer to Alastor’s studio or hiking up the seemingly endless number of stairs. You personally felt it had more perks though. One of the best upsides being a small balcony with a cafe styled table and chairs. Later in the evening when a good number of the residents had either retired to their room for the evening or were still out partying, there was a blissful window of time where there was little risk of running into some else. So you would make your way to the balcony and sit looking out over the city.

Disconnected but present.

You pulled one of the chairs next to the railing so the back of the seat was at a 90 degree angle to the railing. Plopping yourself down, you perched yourself in the seat with both feet up. One arm rested on the railing so as you leaned forward, your belly pressing into your legs, your chin and cheek resting on your arm rather than the cool metal. A few adjustments here and there quickly remedied any qualms your body had with the positioning and finally you were nestled in. The final signal of settling a small decompressing huff.

The usual sights and sounds greeted you. Your eyes scanning for any changes or immediate drama to observe from your box seat above the masses. Angel Dust and Husk walking away from the hotel caught your eye. Angel talking with his whole body as Husk just shook his head in amusement. Angel suddenly buckled over laughing before reaching out to place a hand on Husk’s shoulder to steady himself.

The skin on your shoulder prickled and you involuntarily shiver. You look away from them too little too late. The ache for contact instantaneously tearing at you from the inside. The arm wrapped around yourself tightened in a futile attempt to ease the ache, already knowing from experience it wouldn’t work. You buried your face in your arms contemplating just going back to your room to lose yourself in the book that had occupied your warring mind earlier.

A click sounded from behind you making your head shoot up to see a bashful appearing Lucifer holding the door open. He gave a lopsided grin, gingerly pointing to the second seat, “Do you… mind if I join you?”

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him. Immediately wary of his presence. The lingering silence dragged on, making him shuffle anxiously before you gave permission with a curt nod. You directed your attention back out towards the city despite being hyper aware of him.

A quivering laugh slipped from his lips as he stepped out a little too close for your liking, admittedly the size of the balcony was intended to be intimate, and closed the door behind him as he sat down in the seat across from you. He immediately stretched out, slipping his legs through the railings, putting one elbow on the table between the two of you. “Not a bad view from up here. If you ignore most of the gun shots and ‘fuck you’s’ it can be pretty enjoyable.” He shot a sideways glance over to feel out your reaction at his attempted small talk.

“Yeah it is.”

The city sounds echoed between the two of you. Distant conversations filling the void that the two beings right there were unable, or unwilling, to fill. He nervously laughed, his fingers drumming on the table. You looked over to him this time. Seeing his eyes flittering from object to object unable to choose 1 thing to look at.

Quickly, his drumming fingers started to grate against your already worn nerves and tired mind. Unable to bare whatever this was any further, you attempted to excuse yourself as you started to stand. “It’s late. I’m heading to-”

“No! Wait! Wait!” he sat up from his faux relaxed pose holding out both hands. “Just… hold on.” he breathed out yet another quivering laugh, the panic shining brightly in his eyes as you bore into him with yours.

He took a deep breath. He looked away, mentally giving himself a small pep talk before he looked back. “I wanted to talk. About earlier.”

“I’m tired….” you admit as you stood there looking down at him. His nervous grin and hopeful eyes making your resolve to run buckle. “What about earlier?” you ask, easing back into your seat placing both hands of your clasped on the table.

“Thank you.” he said before beginning to explain. “When you were leaving the lobby,” he specified, making a circle motion with one of his hands, “you looked, well, upset.”

“I looked upset.” you repeated.

He slowly nodded. His next words said slowly and carefully, “I was… wondering if it was something I did? Or said?” he paused before further clarifying, “I wanted you to tell me why.”

You scoffed. Perhaps it was the unroofing of a metaphorical wound his joke had made. Perhaps because you were tired. It could have also been a combination or something completely unrelated. Regardless, you were unable to hold back the venomous sarcasm that slipped from you, “Well I can’t imagine why.” Lucifer’s eyes widened, the reaction only egging you on. “It’s like constantly being judged for something you didn’t and wouldn’t do isn’t upsetting.”

Lucifer stared blankly, “What?”

“Oh you’re plotting against Charlie I see?” your voice lowered in a pathetic attempt to mimic the king. “How many times did you think you’d get away with making the same joke before I realized you clearly meant it? That you’re genuinely suspicious I’m out to hurt Charlie?”

“I didn’t-”

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not out to get her? I like Charlie! She’s kind! She’s thoughtful! Yeah she’s irritatingly persistent but, she needs to be.”

You had started to dig your nails into your own clasped hands in your flurry of emotions unable to reign them in. You took a breath, realizing you needed to step away from this conversation. You stood up just as Lucifer found his voice. “I never meant for it to be an accusation. It was meant to be a joke.” You felt your emotions spike again, your jaw clenching, as he continued, “I saw you staring at them an-”

“Because I’m TOUCH STARVED!” the words were out of your mouth before you could consider what you were saying, “I saw them giving one another affection and was just so envious! I just stared! I didn’t mean to, I-” You glanced up to him to find a look of confusion, twisting with what you interpreted as disgust, on Lucifer’s face that made your train of thought grind to a halt to reevaluate why his expression was so. Your mind finally processing your admission. “I just…” A hand slowly lifted to lightly cover your mouth, your eyes widening.

“What now?” he asked, the confusion deepening in the expression of his face. A raised eyebrow. A lopsided frown. The slight tilt of his head.

Your face started burning, chest tightening. It instantly became hard to breathe. Panic. You were panicking at the vulnerability you had just bared. Anger melded with embarrassment in the midst of your anxiety. You bristled, launching into an unneeded defense. “You know what, I don’t need to fucking explain myself to you.” You turned, throwing the door to the balcony open, practically running back to your room. Anything he might have said behind you drowned out by your panicked thoughts.

A sleepless night followed. Unable to calm your mind, it ran in circles in your head; justification of your outburst, realizing you completely blew it all out of proportion, getting angry that you had allowed such a vulnerability to air so freely, fear of what Lucifer might do with the information or who he might tell, embarrassment at being so weak, anger at the conversation having happened, before feeling defensive again to repeating the looping train of thought. As the day’s light started to breach the veil of night, only then did you finally slip into unconsciousness utterly spent.

The next few days were spent dodging Lucifer which was relatively easy since you were simultaneously also attempting to fix your wrecked sleep schedule. When you were going to sessions though, you did your best to preemptively vacate any areas when you heard Lucifer approaching or avoided areas you knew he would be in. The change in behavior had mostly been easy to truthfully explain to Charlie as well when you boiled down the scenario into the simplest of terms. You had gotten upset about something and had ended up not sleeping well. While she of course wanted to know the whole situation to help you navigate it in any way she could, she was respectful, admittedly a little pouty, when you said it was something you weren’t ready to talk about. Not having to lie to her made you feel a little better since you missed quite a few of her group exercises.

While many of the residents didn’t care or hadn’t found the change to be too out of place, when paired with your explanation, it didn’t slip the careful eye of Alastor. The first day it had seemed to catch his attention but, by the second day he had taken a keen interest in your antics. When you would try to slip out before Lucifer would come into a room, he would stop you to talk about your participation in the session. Once he told you Charlie wanted to speak with you and then took you into a room where Lucifer and Charlie were talking, only for him to have misheard Charlie’s request. While he framed his actions as innocent and well intended, you had never seen the grin on Alastor’s face as wide as it was. It was unnerving.

By the fourth day, you weren’t just paranoid about running into Lucifer. Alastor’s newest hobby had seemed to become tormenting you and his questions and conversations had become probing. Feeling out cracks in your story. At one point he had even told you he was all ears for any issues you might have with other residents or guests.

Having lived through his rise to power, you knew there was no good to come from exposing yourself to such a machiavellian individual. You wouldn’t put it past him to worm a deal out of anyone, even as lowly you. An expendable pawn was still a piece to play and he was one to look at the bigger picture.

At that point, you garnered enough gumption to face Lucifer. You couldn’t risk getting caught under Alastor’s thumb and the idea of him knowing you were touch starved and how that could be held against you igniting a spike of anxiety. You knew Lucifer and Alastor were not on good terms but, the idea of word getting to Alastor was distressing. You loathed the idea of facing Lucifer but you needed to ensure your blunder remained under wraps. This was for self preservation at this point.

Towards the end of the day, you sequestered yourself to your room to prepare; plan key points you wanted to discuss, how you wanted to phrase things, etc. You knew you couldn't lose your head again, considering how the prior incend had led to the current circumstances. After an hour or so though, you felt ready.

You made your way to the top floor, taking extra precautions to avoid running into Alastor potentially heading to his studio. Once certain Alastor was not loitering about or following you, you made your way down the hallway towards Lucifer's room. You focused on your breathing as you trekked the hall. Attempting to quell your anxiety and slow your racing heart, to no avail. By the time you reached his door, your pulse was thrumming in your ears and you were certain he would be able to hear it too.

You stood before his door paralyzed. Both hands clenched at your side. Unable to stop the tremble that plagued them. Your eyes locked onto the perfect white presetine door as if trying to bore holes through it. Your breathing uneven. All the words you had practiced having evaporated from your head as you made your way there.

This was a mistake.

You pivot. Hurriedly, retreating.

Halfway back towards the stairs your eyes register Alastor's studio door and the terror that drove you to the point resurface. You halted. Your hands flew to your head in a silent temper tantrum as your mind raced to determine what would be the lesser evil. A sense of urgency gnawing at you considering you were standing dead center in the hallway of a barren floor.

What was worse; not knowing if Lucifer might reveal what you had said, accidentally or intentionally, with everyone including Alastor potentially finding out or turning around and confronting Lucifer?

The first concern was all just a possibility though wasn't it? There was no guarantee that it would happen. Talking to Lucifer wouldn't guarantee that he wouldn't spill your secret either. You let out a soft, maniacal sounding laugh as you took a step forward only to stop again. A possibility that would weigh on you for weeks to months leading to you lurking around the hotel, as you had been, haunting the place. Harrowed by the uncertainty at every turn.

"FFFUuuuucccckkk..." you groaned softly. Your palms sliding down your forehead pressing into your eyes. You needed to confront Lucifer. The realization making your stomach churn. You couldn't continue dodging him and you couldn't outrun the fear. You turned resting your back against the wall, your hands on your knees as you bent over mentally recollecting yourself. You went through what you had gone over before in your room. Reminding yourself of the key points.

You sighed and brought your palms to your eyes again. Slowly breathed out. Pulling your hands from your eyes, you launched off the wall propelling you back towards Lucifer's room. The momentum only lasting a few steps before freezing again.

"Heeeey, as entertaining as this pantomiming is, and it's a great performance, I would appreciate getting access to my room sometime tonight."

Your face blanched as a shiver slipped down your spine. You slowly turned to see Lucifer standing behind you. Both hands perched on the apple of his cane and a practiced smile on his lips. One eyebrow raised, almost lost beneath the rim of his hat, as he watched you tentatively turn towards him.

Instantly you straightened yourself and stepped aside. "Good evening." your voice was dry and hoarse.

"Yup. Good evening." he chirped back, unmoving. Your eyes were locked onto a spot on the floor, your mind utterly blank. As the seconds drew on, his smile tensed as he nervously waited for you to do...something? His fingers drummed on his cane. "Well... if the performance is over I'll be heading to my room. Have a good night!" He looked away awkwardly and started on his way.

A quick glance at his back got the gears in your brain working. What were you doing? He was right there. You were screwing it up. "Wait...wait! Lucifer…" It was soft, but loud enough for him to hear. He slowed and turned looking back.

"I..." Your eyes meeting made you want to run. The idea of having this conversation replusing you. You pushed off the wall and walked over towards him, fighting the urge to flee. "Are you free? I-...I would like to apologize and talk. About the other day?" Your face felt flushed.

Lucifer shuffled and gently smiled which was unnerving. It was a smile you had only ever seen reserved for Charlie and Vaggie. "Don't you think it's rather late? It would be a little unproductive if we had a repeat of last time."

The comment struck a nerve considering it was earlier in the day than when he had approached you. It must have shown on your face as his smile dropped paired with your response. "That's fine. We can talk tomorrow."

"Unless, you're not tired?" he asked, putting his nervous smile back on and laughing anxiously, "We could have a cup of tea this time. Chamomile perhaps?"

You hesitated but, then nodded. "That would be nice."

He nodded, as he started towards his room onto the spin around. "Ah! You're comfortable talking in my room right? I wouldn't want to make an assumption! We could certainly talk on the balcony again if you prefer!"

"Uh, somewhere private is preferred so your room is fine." You respond bluntly, his nervous energy deflating. He nodded once more, his grip on his cane as tight as a vice.

The two of you made your way to his room; him leading with you trailing after. His room was surprisingly clean though you couldn't help but notice a small work area over to the left of the door with two piles of perhaps 50 or so rubber ducks. He had noticed your gaze and eagerly redirected you over towards the windows where he had a little cushioned bench seat perched below. As you settled into the seat, Lucifer got two tea cups ready with a snap of his fingers.

He carried them over to you with practiced care and gingerly handed one off to you before he sat down as well. You took the cup, admiring the beautiful and intricate abstract design on it, before lightly blowing on it and taking a sip.

"Sooooo..." he drawled, having quickly taken a sip from his cup as well, "before you start, there is something I wanted to bring up if that's alright." Your eyes flick to his, his expression a mask utilizing his usual smile. You nod, making sure he saw before he proceeded,"I need you to explain to me what you meant by 'touch staved'."

You gawked at him. You hadn’t heard what you thought you just heard. “What?”

Lucifer blinked before looking a little frantic and blurting out, “I know what it means! Of course I know what it means. I’m the king of hell. I’m not so wildly out of touch that I don’t!” he laughed looking out the window before taking a sip of his tea, “I’ve also heard it can mean different things to different people. So I want to know what it means. To you! I want to know what it means to you.”

He finally looked back to you taking another sip of his tea, already halfway through his small porcelain cup. Meanwhile, you felt like you were short circuiting sitting across from him. Not only had you spent the last few days fretting and dodging the angel, worrying that he would tell people what you said, but now he was asking you to spell it out for him. Was he….messing with you? You studied him before he gave you a toothy grin coyly purred out, “So?”

It didn’t seem like he was messing with you. Something like this was more Angel Dust’s style of teasing. You mimic Lucifer by taking a sip of your tea for a slight delay. You carefully set the teacup down on the windowsill next to you and place your hands in your lap. “I need you to promise me you’ll never tell anyone.”

“And why would I do that?” He asked. He was messing with you now though you were in no mood for it.

You narrowed your eyes at him and stated as matter of factly as you could despite wanting to spit venom defensively, “I’m not untouchable like you. We’re in HELL. Anything and everything can be used against you by the wrong people. I can’t end up having someone use anything I say here against me.”

His facade softened and his smile dropped into a frown. He brought the teacup up to his lips and muttered something into the chamomile. “No one is untouchable…”

You heard him say something but, hadn't been able to make it out so you remained quiet.

“I promise to never tell another soul.” he finally sighed.

“On Charlie’s life?” you asked, knowing he could still share what was said as there was no magic binding him. You needed to know just how serious he was though and Charlie was usually a good indicator. His eyes flashed red and they narrowed at you. You held firm, keeping eye contact and straightening your spine.

“On my life. No reason to bring Charlie into this.” he leaned back, his eyes fading back to their normal golden hue.

You hesitated to accept but relented with a nod. Knowing you had to accept the compromise he offered but, you did feel satisfied that he wouldn’t share what was said. You started thinking about where to begin. As you contemplated, you felt your face heat in embarrassment. He watched, patiently biding his time as he lightly tapped the rim of his teacup with a claw topping it off with more tea.

“For me…” you looked him, locking eyes. The embarrassment clawing through you. The intensity making you panic. Your eyes darted away. Finding a spot on the floor to stare at again so you could think with even a fraction more clarity. “For me it means I… I …miss…touch.”

You glanced up to him, to see the sight raise of an eyebrow. Your mind started churning with worst case scenarios and suddenly your face burned hotter. You looked away again.

“Not sexual!” The words spit out, not wanting any uncomfortable undertones to the conversation. “It’s just… simple touch. Like hugging. Lightly having someone put their hand on my shoulder. Even just bumping into people. Any sort of skin contact makes me want more and afterwards that’s all I want. It takes days for that to calm down and since being here… that’s usually around the time something else happens. It’s a never ending cycle.”

He listened, his face remaining neutral as you spoke and he remained silent for a beat after you finished. You rubbed your arm. Between talking about the topic and your nerves, there was a compulsion to do something with your hands. He broke the silence, “The other day when we had our…falling out, you had been watching Charlie and Vaggie because you saw them touching one another? That is why you mentioned being envious?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as you took a breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

He smiled. His fingers rubbing the edge of his teacup as he gazed into it. He knew those feelings all too well. “That…makes sense.” You open your eyes to look at him, noticing the look on his face. He noticed your movement and looked up to you, giving a lopsided smile.

Lilith had been absent for 7 years.

Your eyes widened at the possibility and dared to pose the question, “You too?”

Lucifer stiffened a moment, took a breath and nodded. “Yes. Even I have those days.”

He took a sip of his tea and looked out the window. You picked yours back up and mimicked his action.

“I’m sorry…” you said after a few minutes of what you felt was relatively comfortable silence. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you the other day. It wasn’t fair. I was tired and already feeling…exposed? Hmm…sensitive is probably a better word…”

“Regardless, I knew I was tired. I should have asked to shelve the conversation once I realized it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle right then and there. I’m also sorry for not actually hearing you out once you started since I didn’t ask to stop. I’d like to try discussing it again if you’re willing.”

You spoke while looking out the window. Seeing him shift his attention to you from your peripherals you keep your eyes trained to elsewhere. After you finished, you turned slightly to look at him from the corner of your eye.

The conversation that followed supplied far better results than the last. He clarified how all of his barbs had been an attempt to be playful since he didn’t know you well but, understood how hearing it over and over had manifested as a passive aggressive accusation on your end. You apologized for having taken it that way and not properly addressed the issue before it started to fester as anger. The compromising being he wouldl stop trying to interact with you in that way with the caveat being if he slipped up or tried something new that you didn’t appreciate, you would address it before resentment could build.

At the end, the both of you sat on the bench sipping the last of your tea looking out at the city. At some point, Lucifer had opened one of the windows. A light caress of warm wind slipped in scattering goosebumps up your arms despite it not being cold and you brought a hand up to rub them, hoping they rescinded quickly.

Lucifer’s eyes slid to the motion. “So how long has it been since you had, I guess, consistent contact with someone?”

You blinked, thinking about it. “A couple decades.”

“Decades?” he gasped out. He realized just how loud he had been and he coughed with a smile to cover up his reaction. “I mean. Decades. That’s… awhile.”

“Yeah, well…” uncertain on if he was genuinely surprised at the length of time or found it underwhelming and was being sarcastic, you weren’t entirely sure what to make of his reaction. “Most sinners don’t bother with libraries. The hellborn who do, don’t want to interact with a sinner and avoided me, opting for one of the other hellborns working. So I got left alone most of the time.”

You shrugged your shoulders and turned your attention back out the window. Thinking about it now, it hadn’t bothered you then. You suppose you might have just been ignoring that downside though. It had always been easy to check yourself out emotionally and just get through what needed to be done. Not contemplating what you wanted or what could be. Only focused on what was.

“Has…” you start and then stop, wondering if you should ask. You glance over to him seeing he hadn’t redirected his attention to you. “How long has it been for you?”

“Consistently?” he asked as he pondered the question he had posed to you. “A decade? Maybe a little longer. Lilith and I…” his eyes roamed down to his ring. “We had more downs than ups well before she left but I still got some affection in between when we had a good stretch.

A sad tone had seeped into his voice. He gently rubbed the ring with his middle finger, a sense of melancholy filling the room. You watched. Never having had an extended relationship with someone before, you couldn't pretend to imagine the feelings that lingered. You took a breath and then scooted over on the bench seat pulling him from his thoughts. You extended an open hand to him. He stared. He hesitated before slowly reaching out, his decision wavering for a split second before he placed his hand in yours.

You gently took hold of his hand and looked back out the window. He was far warmer than you had expected him to be. His skin soft. You sighed softly feeling far less unsettled by the sensation than you had thought, regardless of how intimate the action could be seen. It was mindless for you as your thumb began to lightly caress the back of his hand. Lucifer fidgeted next to you, though he didn’t retract his hand.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat there. The sounds of the city echoing off the walls of his room with hell’s consistent warm breeze enveloping the two of you in wave after wave. Each of you basking in the warmth of the other, no matter how little it was. It wasn’t until you noticed Lucifer starting to nod off that you smiled and squeezed his hand.

His eyes fluttered open to find you looking at him with a bemused smile. The softest you had looked at him to date. “You’re tired.”

“I’m not.” he mumbled, a well timed yawn slipping from his lips. You raised a brow with his response being a ‘tsk’ noise.

You slowly, reluctantly, pull your hand from his before pushing yourself to a stand. A stretch had a few of your joints popping. “Would be an awful idea to fall asleep like that.”

He stood next to you with a noncommittal hum. As you reached for your cup and saucer, a snap of his fingers dispensed of both his and yours. You nod at him before you look over towards the door and then back to him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. That kind of magic is thoughtless to me.” he said, misinterpreting your meaning.

“I meant for talking things over and spending your evening with me.”

He burbled out a laugh. “Oh well don’t mention that either. Literally. Don’t mention this to anyone. I have a reputation to uphold. King of hell and all.” he grinned at you with his characteristic saccharine smile.

“An exchange of secrets then?” You asked, entertaining a little bit of his playfulness.

“Ah, still worried about me spilling the beans?” he asked, walking you to the door. “An exchange then. I won’t share yours if you don’t share mine.”

“Deal.” The response was quick and sharp. He opened the door and you stepped through the threshold, pausing and turning around. “Thank you again. I… enjoyed this. Most of this anyway.”

“My pleasure.” his hand did several circle motions as he performed a mock half bow.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “Goodnight Lucifer.” you say beginning to head off before you add, “Let me know if you would like to do something like this again. A tea time or something. I’ll make sure to keep it drama free.”

He grinned leaning against his door frame. “I’d enjoy that.”

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer x reader #my writing #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #Growing Pains #slow burn #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #1-helluva-hazbin #writing

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hoshinoyozora · 1 year

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Tale of the Timeless Couple

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 1,1k+

❤ Warnings: -

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Youths were known for their naivety, and just like many others, it was the cause of your downfall too.

Beguiled by the promise of happily ever after, as shown in those romantic movies and books, you’d mindlessly agreed to eternal life with your soon-to-be husband, Malleus Draconia. It was especially enforced by the bitter knowledge that Crowley had never intended for you to return, and that you’d have no means of funding yourself after graduation due to the lack of necessary documents. It was either you marry a rich man and become slightly more ‘recognized’ as the proper citizen of Twisted Wonderland, or doomed to work as a maid in someone else’s house. Malleus, of course, saw no error in your judgment, despite the seeming shallowness of it, and swiftly carried out your transformation.

Due to your relationship with him, you’d always been a part of his little family. But only now did you fully integrate into it, into their lifestyle. The Draconia Family. The Royal Family.

It was blissful in the first few years, as many marriages were, burdened only by the new responsibility of being a ruler to both humans and dark creatures. Malleus and Lilia helped you with the Royal affairs, while Silver and Sebek familiarized you with the Draconia knighthood system. Sometimes, Malleus’s grandmother would visit and chat with you, offering either piece of valuable advice or rumors that would aid you in some way. You weren’t really allowed to go anywhere anymore, and definitely not without tight security. But Malleus permitted you to attend your friends’ weddings, just as how he permitted them to attend yours; a visit that excited nearly the guests in there due to it being a Royal one, and thus, exclusive.

Their occasional letters were probably the highlight of your day, and you thanked Malleus for having the bigger heart not to get jealous and cut off the only connection to your past and humanity. Your heart warmed when you saw pictures of their babies, noting all the resemblances in their features, and mused about what kind of face your child would have.

It was serene.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

Perhaps it began when you received Deuce’s letter containing a photo of him and Ace in an overdue reunion at a restaurant. Your eyes, sharper from the transformation, noticed all signs of aging on their faces. Instinctively, you touched yours and felt only the youthful smoothness of the skin. You rushed to the mirror, and your stomach sank once you realized the signs would never appear in you. For some, it might be a blessing. But for you, it only served to remind you of what you lost.

Your humanity, in all its glory. Ugliness and beauty. The smoothness and the wrinkles.

And then, several years went by, until Jack passed away peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by his big family. You mourned in your office whilst clutching the letter Ace sent to you, unable to attend the funeral without messing with everyone’s schedules.

Black was the color of the Draconia family, but that day, it took on a special meaning.

Ace followed, still a mischievous man to his old age with a more tamed pride. Deuce remained as a policeman until a particularly nasty magic incident occurred, leaving Epel as your only living friend. No longer fixated on the idea of a ‘manly man’, he confessed to you that he was actually lonely. His wife had long died, and his children had all grown up and moved out of the house. You wished you could’ve visited and comforted him, but once again, duty was your obstacle.

Until you belatedly found out that Epel had suffered a heart attack after helping with his family’s farm.

“What are you thinking about, my love?”

A pair of arms hugged your swollen stomach from behind, but you remained motionless as you gazed through the window. Malleus rested his chin on your shoulder and stared at your profile.

“Well?”

“Nothing much.”

“You know better than to lie to me, my love.” said he, twirling a lock of your hair with his left finger. “If you have a problem, you can talk to me and we shall find a solution together.”

Malleus wouldn’t understand that the problem you had was beyond repair, and you feared his response should you reveal the truth.

“All of my friends died, Malleus. Except Sebek, but he’s just a guard to me now.”

“Humans have always had short lifespans.”

You flinched, and you wondered why you reacted that way when you were basically near immortal now. Perhaps some human instincts hadn’t fully disappeared yet.

“I miss them.”

Malleus fell quiet, and your heartbeat slowly picked up with each second passed in silence.

“It is a normal reaction,” he drawled as though empathy was something unfamiliar to him. “and you’ll get over it in due time.”

You wetted your lips, preparing yourself to ask the question that had been haunting you.

“What would you do… if I were to go home?”

“You don’t think I’d allow you to do it, do you?”

You stiffened in his embrace.

“… What?”

“Crowley had always been very slow when it comes to finding your way home, but he hadn’t completely stopped until I ordered him otherwise.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Luckily, you learned that it was futile to place any hope on him, so I wouldn’t have to inform you anything.”

“Why…?”

“Why? Because we were meant to be together, of course. The moment you agreed to be my lover is the moment you agreed to be mine forever.” Malleus sighed blissfully, tightening his hold on you. “And it doesn’t really matter whether you accepted my proposal or not, although it does make everything a whole lot easier. I don’t wish to hurt you, after all.”

You were mistaken. You were horribly mistaken. There was no happily ever after in marrying him. Financially, yes, but mentally? Literally?

“What about my friends?”

“I told you, they’re humans. They have terribly shorter lifespans than ours. Therefore, I don’t need to worry about them so much. Not when they’ll die sooner or later.” Malleus hummed, swaying your body in an invisible yet haunting tune. “Although, of course, I still have to supervise all of your correspondence.”

It was understandable, and you should’ve expected it. Some letters might contain threats, however unlikely it was, and Malleus was merely ensuring the safety of everyone involved. But the knowledge that he read everything that you wrote to them – intimate things that you were more comfortable sharing with your friends than your husband – unnerved you.

Maybe it was why he spent more time with you when you complained to Deuce about him being busier nowadays.

“Now, don’t overthink about the past. You’ll upset our baby.”

He caressed the bulge in your stomach, where the long-awaited child resided.

A shame that you couldn’t share baby pictures with your friends, not even the news of your pregnancy.

#twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #yandere twst #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #female reader #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia

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besaya-glantaya · 7 months

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While the previous exorcism was fairly sucessful, new brain gremlins appear with repeated rewatches. So, here's another incomplete list of my rambling thoughts and favourite moments from the Red White and Royal Blue movie:

1. Breaking doors down to get a wedding cake through - actually a thing that happened. Well, almost. Prince William and Kate Middleton's gigantic 8-tier wedding cake was so large a palace door had to be removed to allow it through. Apparently the Queen was "unimpressed".

2. Henry snubbing Alex in the reception line at the wedding is hilarious. Way to ensure Alex doesn't fixate on you for the whole party, Henry. A+ job.

3. Alex drunkly navigating the wedding reception, swiping drinks, petting rich people and hiding foul smelling canapés behind furniture. Adorably comedic.

4. HeNnrrYyy!

5. Aww. I wanna see pictures of Jonathan the Shih Tzu too.

6. Shaan's scathingly dry wit is everything - I can see why he's such a great match for Zahra.

7. "No-one is more mystified than I" is another phrase I am stealing for people who exist purely to vex me.

8. Shaan shoving Alex bodily through the low hanging branches of a chestnut tree to stand beside Henry for a photo op. That had to be at least partially improvised on location.

9. Dogs in jumpers. This must be some British thing that I have simply failed to notice. Is this a thing Americans associate with the UK?

10. The ridiculously small child's costume that Alex is wearing for the puppet show in the hospital.

11. Alex saying "WRONG!"

12. Henry, on the phone, opening with "Good God, man, what have you done?" Honestly, is there any other response when your crush sends you a picture of a caged turkey, in their bedroom, in the small hours of the morning?

13. Nora strutting into the NYE party in that head turning, jaw dropping, red outfit. Stunning.

14. Henry's face after Alex tells him he's going to do "very bad things to him". Every single fantasy he's ever had about him and Alex is flashing rapid-fire through his brain and he just... overloads a lil' bit. Error code 54 [NETWORK_BUSY].

15. The emotional connection between Alex and Henry when they are making love in Paris. The eye contact, the unspoken communication. Ugh. Hats off to all involved - especially Robbie Taylor, the movie's intimacy coordinator - for creating this scene.

16. Alex, talking about being someone his father never had: "You can't know what that means." Henry responding with a heartfelt "I'm learning". Just... yes. All the yes.

17. In the mood for love might be one of the swooniest movies of all time, but it's heartbreakingly sad. It's a doomed romance - two people who are irrevocably in love but can't be together, trapped as they are by the pressures of societal expectations and their own psychological barriers. That this is a version of romance that Henry holds dear is telling and painful to think about.

18. Alex's bloodshot eyes when he's laying on his bed with Nora, hugging that cushion for dear life, pining hard for Henry. Did they do that scene after another intense emotional one? Were there lots of other teary takes of that same scene? Did they rub onions in Taylor's eyes? I need to know.

19. I often think that the core of who we are as teenagers - our hopes, our desires, the things we cherish - are the beings we settle back into as older adults after we're done trying to fit in or live up to other people's expectations. One of Alex's greatest gifts is helping Henry to reach out and reclaim those seemingly distant hopes and dreams. To dance with the person he loves, in a place of beauty that brings him peace.

20. I love the Perfume Genius cover of "Can't help falling in love". It hits you squarely in the feels.

21. God, the casting of this movie was a stroke of genius. Taylor and Nicholas truly become Alex and Henry on screen.

22. On the private air-field: Henry's little overwhelmed smile when Alex squeezes him in the tightest hug and tells him, "I love you, I'll be as patient as you need."

23. Immediately after 22, Alex leaning in for a kiss goodbye but pulling back quickly as he reads Henry's discomfort. Alex might not always understand Henry's reasons but (if he's paying attention), he's so very good at reading Henry's needs and responding to them.

24. In the aftermath of the email leak, Alex has been "hanging in there" - he's had people supporting him, with agency over how to respond. But Henry is understandably not OK - he's been put back in his box, and the Firm has taken over in all matters. There's one scene where you can see Henry shrinking, literally making himself take up less space at the table. Poor baby.

25. Zahra to the rescue. Truly the MVP.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #nicholas galitzine #prince henry rwrb #rwrb film #alex claremont diaz #rwrb thoughts #first prince #henry fox #myrwrbthoughts

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venbetta · 1 month

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The "Golden Child" Headcanon (Glamrock Freddy)

Something I've constantly based my interpretation of Freddy on is him being the golden child of Glamrock era. (Mixed with the pyromaniac Freddy hc)

For those curious, golden child syndrome is "One who is favored or the favorite (in a family, on a team, at work, etc.), often held in high esteem by others, and for whom there are high hopes"

I thought it fit him pretty well. It's not canon. It's my hc/portrayal of him... with no Michael Afton influence involved.

Enjoy

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Fazbear Entertainment have always been under fire for the decades of failed franchises and establishments, following the grizzly tales of child murders, conspiracy, and corporate corruption. Along with technological malpractice, injuries, negligence and many other violations under the sun.

With the new Mega Pizzaplex underway, they might as well have slapped a new coat paint against the many dozen layers of past mistakes.

The well known iterations of Freddy Fazbear have always shifted through the times, but he's the face of the company, so it's great to make him both recognizable and a role model for all children. Every Freddy that's been made almost had a paternal facet to them, some more than others.

Glamrock Freddy was no different, only rocking the glamrock aesthetic and based on the late singer Freddie Mercury.

His design was simple yet his build was far more advanced than any of his predecessors, and due to the company's tendency of shrouding the past, they wanted to make him even more inviting.

The usual coding followed a similar format with permanent traits:

Optimistic, passive, charismatic, and committed, to name a few.

These traits are what made Glamrock Freddy “Freddy Fazbear”, or at least a modern version of him.

The company wanted these traits to be followed to a T, not wanting incidents from the past occurring the same way. While they wanted their other glamrock stars to strive, their focus on the main attraction caused some shortcomings in managing the cast.

Overlooking some programming errors and disregarding the less than desirable traits given to the other mascots.

Because of their fixation on Freddy, the others suffered.

The company perfected Freddy's programming and wanted nothing but that from him. Anything less would result in disciplinary measures or “bug fixes” to make sure he knew how to work properly.

Freddy's optimism was overbearing to the point that it felt unnatural and forced. His general disposition was the friendly front man, but in the confines of his room, he was aware of his lack of independence.

Some companions, like Chica and Bonnie, although we're programmed relationships, he leaned on them as his lifeline. Most of his bandmates meant a lot to him, as they were all made under the same creators that have each of them life and sentience.

Seeing children happy was another thing that kept him going, knowing he was created specifically for the joy of children.

However, a single mistake or flaw in a performance could cause him to internally spiral and shut down. When that happens, Freddy retreats to a charging station or his greenroom to contemplate his actions. Even when nothing happened, he couldn't help but be rattled, on edge knowing that the higher ups were always watching. All eyes were on him after all. Not a single slip up should be happening, not when he was a perfect machine created to make people happy.

His hyperactivity and drive to keep guest spirits up would mess up his battery charge, leading to more needed breaks. But that wasn't something he needed, he just needed to keep working.

Because what good would he be if he wasn't striving to work harder to make others happy.

#...hhmm..#a lot of angst material in here #if i made a fic series around his struggles i would in a heart beat #glamrock freddy #fnaf headcanons #fnaf security breach

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pieroulette · 9 months

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IN THE GYM, INSIDE YOU | KEI &TEAM (TEASER)

WARNING ↪ gym sex (at hybe gym lmfao), dom!kei, sub!reader, established relationship, pet names, u calling kei as daddy, dry humping, choking, oral sex (f and m receiving), breeding kink, size training/kink, saliva play, profanity. and more u see.. 🙈

WORD COUNT ↪1.6K (the full fic are estimated to be over 10-12k lmfao PLS)

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↪ not proofread, so some minor errors and grammatical errors.. i'm just trying to get back to my momentum of posting on Tumblr again. BUT IM CRINGING ALOT HELP I CANT STOP GAGGING LMFAO-

The cool breeze of the night sky as you passed through the convenience store shot a severe chill down your spine, despite having a thick hoodie over your pyjamas. Now that you think of it, it is a bad move. Brushing the tip of your thumb across the shelf as you picked one of Kei's favourite ready-made coffee drinks, you recalled the way he called you an hour ago.

His voice dripped in a heavy tone of honey, almost like a melodic hymn of desperation as he enunciate every syllable of your name. As if he was begging for you to come as fast as you can, and when you expressed your initial concern over his odd request, he brushes it off as being exhausted by his current workout routine.

A night workout routine, he repeated.

After exiting out of the automatic door screen, your peripheral vision caught on the remnants of illusionary dusts in the form of a human, and the stray cats scattering beside the over filled trash can, and the serene moonlit sky brought about a good amount of anxiety in you. It is after all, the after dark. Where the world switches off to an underworld vibe, pulling of its black velvet cloaks with indifference that it had hidden beneath the entire sunlit day.

Screw you, Kei.

After dark was when people ripped apart their moral ethics, goodie traits, and humane characteristics—revealing their innate desires they had been keeping to their core.

"Kei?"

Not an answer did you receive as you pushed open the black velvet door, only the cool breeze of the AC and it's audible sound surrounding the gym greeted your ears. You assumed that Kei must have left.

"Hey."

Your head turned to the owner of the voice you knew so well, a lazy smile pulled up on your cheeks as you met those dark grey orbs laced with affectionate words all over it.

"Hey, Kei." Giving the ice cold can coffee to him as you approached him, "Quite cruel of you to call me at 2am, seriously."

With no hesitation, he pulled you into his embrace, leaning in closer as he buried his face in your neck, sniffing in your scent which immediately engulfed his exhausted soul in a safe amount of euphoria and craze. "I miss you, though. Don't I have the right to call my girlfriend anymore?"

"At least look at the time." You pouted as you pulled away, squinting your eyes in a playful manner. "Everyone's sleeping right now, and you're the only one pulling up a goddamn Greek god workout routine."

An audible giggle squeezed its way out of Kei's mouth, his doe eyes crinkling into crescents. "Greek god, eh? I'm a Greek god to you then?" His finger dusted off the rosy hues on the tip of your nose, cooing at your childlikeness.

"Well, maybe." You shrugged, sitting yourself leisurely on one of the gym's chairs, swaying your feet up and down. It didn't go past your eyes how Kei leaned against the pull-up machine, a loud pop emitting from his thumbs in the process of opening the can, his plump lips lapping against the edge as he slurped it down his throat—where his Adam's apples protrude in a sensual motion, one that sent havoc into your mind.

Breaking your fixated gaze onto somewhere else, you cleared your throat in attempts to take off your not so holy thoughts in a brief moment. Mentally slapping yourself on the inside, but oh well, scoring a boyfriend like Kei ain't a damn joke.

"How was work?" His melodic voice flows into your ears again.

"Tiring, but it's okay. It's my job anyway, got to have enough fat money to buy what I want. Heh." Dusting off the tips of your two fingers, mimicking the action of counting money before the boy causes his gorgeous lip to let out another audible giggle.

"I love how you're independent, it's damn cool to even think of it.. but you see, why don't you depend on me?"

"Hm?"

"Depend on me." Kei repeated with doe eyes wholly fixated on your form, "It's just a suggestion, but I would really adore having to take care of you all by my own, every little thing."

Well chosen string of words got your already tangled heart in an even tighter knot, "I could take care of myself, though. I don't need a sugar daddy yet." You stuck your tongue out in a mischievous manner, that alone had him shaking his head with a round of giggles. "But that's sweet of you, Kei."

"No, but." Pair of sneakers approach you with every low rise and down of steps, his palms having the remnants of water beads as he puts down the ice can on the machine's flat edge.

Halting his step before you with his towering height, the light above the ceiling illuminated the top of his ash strands all while casting a matte shadow on his features—giving him a somewhat eerie look, yet his orbs held so much more in it that it had you unconsciously gripping your finger on the edge.

His long finger and thumb brushes your cheek in a circular pattern, and then down to your neck. "I want to take care of you. I've been thinking since much, much long time ago. I want to look after you, care for you in every way possible. It just hurts to see you punching yourself in the chest whenever your shitty boss ruined your day."

Touched by his words, "Work days are pretty much like that, Kei. Having a shitty boss is an unfortunate bonus, that is."

Your sentences comes to a halt as you notice the way his orbs lingered on your lips, the sensation of his index finger ghostly rubbed your lower lip had your heart skipping a thump, yet you hold on to your firm character—arching the corner of your lip in a mischievous smirk. "Does my lips look that pretty for you, Mr. Kei?"

"Mr. Kei?" His plump lips pursed in a giggle, "I'd like your lips on mine, if that's okay for you, Mrs. Koga."

Enthusiasm filled your chest, and you were sure he did as well the way he confirmed your given permission through your lit up blaze eyes. His index finger on your lips found its way on the back of your neck, splayed tight. His other hand spreaded against your hips, pulling you closer to his body as he sealed your lips in his wet cavern.

Kissing Kei always felt like the first time for you. It didn't go past your notice how his warm cheeks pulled up even higher as you let him in through your tongue, tasting each other to the point of maniacal craze. Your eyelashes fluttered up to reveal your curious orbs, taking a brief glance at the wall clock behind Kei's obscured ruffled ash hair.

1:07 A.M. — The after dark where suppressed desires begin to reveal themselves, manifesting into low seductive whispers and sneaky touches.

"Scrap the sugar part," Kei's breath ghost against your ear, sending a round of butterflies in your stomach. Your eyes lingered on his swollen red lips enunciating each word in a clear hushed tone, yet sensual rhythm. "Your daddy can take care of you right here, right now."

"Now where do you want daddy to touch you?" Kei lapped his wet cavern across your neck, a slight moan left your lips at the bold gesture.

"Please."

"Please what, babygirl? You have to tell daddy where exactly he should touch you."

"I-inside me, daddy." Lust fogged your mind, yet the sight of the gym machines pushed the logical part in the surface, physically manifesting to your hands stopping Kei's ones. "We aren't going to do it here, r-right?"

You enunciate the question in confirmation, you need him inside you right now but you dead ass wouldn't want to get caught in the act and possibly ruin his career. But the way Kei's lust filled orbs lazily darted to look at behind him, it seems like he had no intention of bringing your intimacy behind an appropriate place.

"Where's the thrill then, baby?" Kei whispered, "Look it's 1am right now, I doubt someone's going to come in. But well, it would be good either way cuz' someone can see how I'll take you all to myself."

That was enough to rule your mind into overdrive, giving in to Kei and embarking in this bold dangerous act. The thrill, the suspense of getting caught, his large hands spreading all over your skin, his lips nipping onto your bare skin; everything fuels into your brazen mode.

This wild desires of exhibitionism; his greatest will to flaunt you and show to everyone that you belong to him. Kei had always been a dominant man, oozing uncontrollably from his aura ever since you first laid your eyes on him, there was no doubt. Your suspicions were further confirmed by his utmost dedication in perfecting his craft or whatever it is he deemed to be of great importance.

And one of them was romance, which immediately rooted back to you. The apple in his eyes, which he oh so desire to devour more than it takes and how he greatly detests anyone who dared to lay their hands on you.

He turns you around, your back hitting his chest and before your mind could process anything—wet slick tongue lapped across your neck down to your exposed shoulder, his fingers pulling the material each centimetre. Yet you couldn't focus on anything but on his tongue doing it's magical wonders on your skin, sending electrifying sensation into your veins and cells.

"K-kei—" his other hand flattened deep inside your shirt, stroking circular patterns on your tummy and into your navel.

"Shh, lemme take care of you." He whispered, and you didn't fail to sense his growing smirk. "Now where do we begin?"

#k smut #andteam smut

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Hey Fractualized, how are you?

About the Telltale Joker, how did he get the pale skin and green hair? Since he has a different origin from the comics version.

Do you think that somehow John was one of the victims of Thomas Wayne's illegal experiments or is the origin of John's condition linked to some other villain? (My guess is Hugo Strange) and Telltale didn't have time to explore it.

Sorry for any grammatical errors, English is my second language.

Hey! Bummed the weekend is coming to a close, but there'll be another one soon enough. And no need to apologize!

While I know Telltale's writing happened in a time crunch, I don't think that's why they didn't explore an origin for John. I think they simply chose not to, which is an instinct I applaud.

Across all Jokers, I am a big fan of keeping his past unknown, both for the fun of the possibilities and so that he remains a mystery that Bruce can never solve, yet another reason Joker vexes Batman. In Telltale, where John has his strange coloring before Bruce even meets him, I extend the mystery to the cause. I like the angst of Bruce convincing himself that if he can uncover what happened, it will help John in some way, but he never manages it. Also, Bruce's fixation on solving the mystery bothers John because John's focused on who he's making himself into now, and does Bruce not like that?? Strife!

Though I am attached to the idea that whatever happened to John happened at Ace Chemicals, and even though he doesn't remember it, that's why he's drawn there in both the vigilante and villain paths.

I've seen people propose John was one of Thomas's victims, but I don't think that fits. For one thing, Thomas's crime wasn't really experimenting on people. He was getting people illegally committed to Arkham if they got in his way. Whatever drugs he injected into them, the point was to alter their behavior so they seemed crazy, which legitimized trapping them in the asylum. He may have experimented in terms of changing what drugs he used to see if a new formulation would work better, but those observations weren't the point. The point was to expand his control over Gotham business and politics.

Also, I think the timing is way off. Bruce and John seem about the same age to me, which indicates that John was also a child when Thomas and Martha were murdered. Sure, there's a chance that little John witnessed something that would be bad for Thomas if he testified or went to the newspapers, but I still think he would've been too young to be committed to Arkham (and again I don't think it explains his skin and hair color). Also, while John has amnesia, he knows so much information about Lady Arkham's origins and such in Season 1 that I think he would've figured out if he was connected to Thomas Wayne— and we'd definitely know if that was the case because that would mean John is connected to Bruce, and John would've been over the freaking moon.

If you wanted to tie John's origin to another villain, Hugo Strange would definitely be a better fit than Thomas since he's done some wacky experimentation. Perhaps he was testing chemicals in his youth, and his trials acidified poor John, traumatizing him so badly that it nuked his memory. And then Strange pulled some strings and stowed his failed lab rat away in Arkham (since the place is definitely still corrupt after Thomas dies). But as I said, if I were to write it, this would just be a possibility. It would be a story Bruce put together that make so much sense in theory, but enough pieces are missing or don't fit that he can never be sure. And John's like, "You want me to try to bring back possible memories of being endlessly tortured by a mad scientist?? You okay there, buddy?"

#ask #telltale batman #john doe #my jibber-jabber

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hello do you have any v2 headcanons. i love the Heem

v2.....my tragic little child i DEFINITELY have thoughts....

tbh something about v2 just REALLY gets to me, and i think it's just the fact that this thing never had a chance - it was created to recoup losses on the v-series when the war ended but that was desperate, unworkable, and so it got shelved while the new peace continued undisturbed without it. and when humanity is lost, it goes into hell with the rest of the machines but what can it do when faced by something like v1, a being that was made for this? v2 is in v1's world, it has to meet it on v1's terms, and so it could never succeed. like everything in its life, it lost before it even began, already obsolete before it can prove itself.

i've talked about it before of course, but v1 is the machine turned animal, it has embraced its errors and has spun off from its programming long ago, while v2 is digging its nails into its protocol, doing everything it can to stay "sane" when nothing in the world is. v2 forever wants to be the enforcer of peace, it still wants to show what it can do even though there's no one to see it now. in a way, it lives in a fantasy, proving something only to itself by somehow trying to find a way to enact order in hell. it never got its chance and so it's taking it now, in a dead world that can't be at peace where it will never be acknowledged. and its programming is going bad too, it's culling any code that could be errant without much oversight because it wants perfection...and its convinced itself this isn't for survival, that it's not scavenging for blood but instead bringing back the new peace. it destroys other machines and it slaughters husks, but only because they're hostile, they insist on engaging, and at this point it doesn't really understand they can be no other way. and as far as v1 goes, it isn't fighting it just to prove it can win, that it was always the superior model, but because a war machine is its antithesis. if v1 exists, there will never be peace.

and it gets stuck on that.

it challenges v1 a second time not just from hurt pride, but because every bit of its programming has fixated on it and the alarms are constant now, the war is advancing and it's killing everything in its wake. v2 is failing. it finally has its chance, and it's letting everyone down. and too, a lot like what i discussed with gabriel, this is leading to a breakdown in its identity. its potential was a promise, it was a dream it had, it ran so many simulations of the good work it could do, would do, but v1 tears it apart, it shatters what holds up its mental framework. and so v2 really can do nothing else but challenge it again. it needs to win, to stop the war, to be the machine it was made to be decades ago, to be who it always imagined itself to be. but that second encounter proves it only ever really was imagination. it was never true. it aspired and it fell short, the world it made for itself fell apart just as it died.

its life is just so unfair, and that kind of thing really gets to me with ai characters ;o; BUT i want to end this on a...lighter? note, and also give a more proper list of headcanons rather than just characterization so!!

v2 is very skilled with modifications and building due to it trying to find purpose when its usage for the new peace was falling through. it wants to do whatever it can to remain relevant, so it used its incredible mind to devour information on hardware construction and how to improve machines. it didn't really ever get the chance to show this off either, however, since no one ever knew it taught itself so much and so never asked for its help.

it's probably obvious, but v2 is a much more introspective being than v1 and it has a more powerful imagination. its mind is modeled quite similarly, but it had the proper limitations placed on it and it was given much more exposure to human thought models to help it relate to people better. so v2 is actually kind of dreamy and spends a lot of time in its head (but don't mistake this for sensitivity - v2 is a dreamer, but it has an extremely tough shell and it doesn't share its deeper internal life. both because it never wants to project weakness and because well...its strong imagination isn't really shared with other machines. they wouldn't get it).

however, much like v1, v2 is naturally very curious and it needs a lot of stimulation for its massive mind - it enjoys playing and it automatically understands how to limit itself unlike v1. it's quite competitive and it would endlessly challenge someone to another round after another round if anyone would humor it. and although it's sort of supposed to be programmed to not win every time, it's found ways to circumvent that.

talks. talks a lot. it has so many thoughts and it wants to articulate every single one!! it also quickly forms opinions of anything and everything, so that's even more to say!! mostly this is talking incessantly to the terminals, who are as quiet as ever but obviously very much enjoy the company. it also speaks many more languages than v1.

v2 has good posture. just. it still stands upright and any modifications it makes are seamless (v1, by contrast, has a goofy neck and silly posture because of weird code and weird modifying on its part)

it has a sense of aesthetics, another thing many machines have no concept of. it can actually look at any of the art in hell and get something out of it, and it alone understands the surrounding area as "unpleasant". additionally, this led to some of its agitation in limbo, as it was an exceedingly uncanny place (creeped out not in a fear sense but in a "thanks! i hate it" sense lol)

#I GOTTA CUT MYSELF OFF OR ELSE.....#talking about v2 honestly makes me so sad uwaahhh #adding it to the collection of characters that get to live #doing the 'found family but it sucks' thing with all of them lol #cake answers

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tawneybee · 10 months

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A couple facts about C.C/Nicky in my Trial & Error AU.

Pre-Death

- Elizabeth and Mike are twins, both 15, while Nicky (C.C) is 3.

-Nicky is nonverbal autistic. It is selective, so they know how to talk, they just choose not to. Sometimes they'll speak in eerie whispers (on purpose to creep ppl out) to people they don't like specifically. And since they love their siblings, the twins have hardly ever heard them speak. Nicky mostly communicates in body language and a yes/no/unsure button toy. Sometimes they'll even babble incoherently if they're feeling excited/stressed.

-Adding on to the whispering to people they don't like, if either of their siblings has said or done something to make them upset (as caring as the twins usually are, they're still siblings and still assholes) they'd go in the culprit's room at night and freak them out by talking to them in the dark. And since the twins have never seen Nick talk, they always think they're going crazy.

-Nicky has an oral fixation. They have a pacifier that they use most of the time, but without it there's quite a bit of biting. When they're feeling underwhelmed and need stimulation they'll just find something to chew on, and it doesn't help that biting is their love language and their teeth are quite sharp. You'll see the twins or Cassidy with a lot of indents and scars on their skin from this habit. Only real way to make them stop is to find their pacifier.

-Intersex because I said so

-Would you believe me if I said they've committed tax fraud before

-Elizabeth taught them to cry their way out of consequences and they accidentally got someone arrested through this

-Sees William as the man who pays for their stuff, nothing more

-They go to a babysitter when the twins are in school, and this babysitter is Jeremy Fitzgerald's adult sister, Autumn Fitzgerald.

-They're really smart and really well-developed mentally, so they were gonna be put in school early the year they turned 4.

-Though they died a mere week before their first day so- whoops 🤷.

-Fredbear's was built and shut down a few years before Nick's birth, so the most Nick saw of Fredbear was through the Fredbear & Friends TV show and old VHS tapes. It was still their favorite animatronic.

Post Death

-Due to Fredbear's being shut down before Nick was born, Nick didn't die due to the prank. Though their death was somewhat similar.

-Nick shares Fredbear with 5 other souls; Cassidy, Michael Brooks (TSE), Andrew (various FF books), Kelsey (FF: The New Kid), and Devon (FF: The New Kid).

-The Nightmares have a similar purpose here to canon, but long after Nick died, they found the old remains and managed to hijack the robots, so they're now able to use what William built against him.

-Elizabeth has had to fight them for the key to the explosives cabinet in Mike's office once.

-Even when in the massive form of Fredbear they always want to sit in the shopping cart.

-The pacifier followed them to the afterlife, and so did that goddamn oral fixation.

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anxresi · 1 year

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Submission From Another Miraculous Fan...

just saw revolution for the 3rd time just to confirm that all my worst fears came true in the worst way imaginable GOD it was disgusting! like there really are people out there who think there was some kind of "not everyone can be redeemed" message behind that vengeful, sickening, and even downright toxic writing, lol! with the incredible amount of inconsistencies, dodgy, repetitive and poorly written dialogue behind Chloe's arc frankly i feel like people just stopped at the thought of the post and didn't really pay attention to it what was told behind. I especially like those people who say that Chloe will be able to taste her own medicine because now child abuse has become acceptable because she is mean! wonderful!

Am I supposed to be proud of Andre? the good joke? the man who abused his power time and time again for Chloe, who never called her out on her way of treating others, acting like a scared dog in front of his own daughter but now that he sees the error of his manners does he decide to take responsibility for his daughter's actions? to be a better father? to scold her? to advise her? to give him limits and as FELIX would say to help him move forward in life as any parent worthy of the name would do? nooooo of course he divorces him, keeps the nice girl with him and throws the human waste into the arms of his mother who of course has been held up as a "role model" all this time and I'm supposed to call that good writing, people are they aware of what they are watching or not?

let it be clear André bourgeois was never the victim of anyone even less of Chloé, he had the power to do what he did from the start, he just lacked the will and now that he gets what is he doing? HE THROWS IT???? no but wake up! it's Chloé's FUCKING FATHER my GOD do you really think it's the right thing to do here????André bourgeois is only what he has always been here: irresponsible , a coward, a bad father and a poor guy! he does not take responsibility for anything neither for abusing his power nor for supporting his daughter in these abuses all this time, he is rewarded with a nicer girl that he appropriates while he has NO RIGHT of any kind on her but hey I'm sure Mr Lee will have no problem finding out that his daughter was left to her co-husband🤣🤣🤣, by the powers conferred on him he ejects himself from the town hall and divorces in a snap of your fingers like man😑😑😑 you're not malediktor anymore that's not how it works!!! god the logic of the world is completely off the rails in this universe😧😧😧 he can now live his life as a movie director without worrying about his daughter irreparable that he throws into the arms of his ex-wife without a second thought and from what I see we are witnessing the beginning or the continuity (at your choice) of the cycle of abuse from mother to daughter and we public must applaud without any form reflection!

the double standards and hypocrisy behind the writing of this series will never cease to disgust me and amaze me with how Thomas and his cronies always find a way to sink lower than before every time! because yes they are ALL RESPONSIBLE, I want Thomas to have influence but from the moment you accept that shit like this should be broadcast you have a serious problem! I don't hate Chloé or André or the other characters I just pity them because at the end of the day they are just the victims of a man with an oversized ego made megalomaniac by the success of what he has created! the redemption of the notorious terrorist who terrorized the city and abused his son for months will just be the culmination of some of the most mediocre writing I've ever seen on a show for child! even the adrienette kiss didn't inspire me anything their debut in origins not bad, evolution sucked, fixation sucked, interaction as a couple sucked EVERYTHING was boring!!!marichat was definitely my favorite here!

..............................

This is me talking now ...Apart from that, I think they thought it was a pretty sound episode! ;)

#submission #nothing I haven't said before #but...yeah.#miraculous #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #ml salt #chloe bourgeois #ml spoilers #ml leaks

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icedmetaltea · 6 months

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The med increases didn't help my depression at allll whoooooooooo

All it does it make me feel drunk enough to fall asleep, sleep for 9+ hrs and wake up at noon. Just to stay in bed the rest of the day.

Idk what to do bc I'm too scared to try any other antidepressants cause they seemed to give me wayyy too bad of a anxiety reaction. I feel like I made an error in judgement by making my therapy appointments every other week cause now things are falling again, showering is becoming harder and it's becoming too much effort to cook for and clothe myself.

The worst part is idk if this is situational due to the climate change shit or all the fucked up stuff going on in Palestine. And just... everything else. Everything little thing adding up.

I've been trying to hard to improve, and I thought I was, I really did. I feel like such a fucking failure. I know even if things improve over the winter I'll still have spring and summer and all the anxiety that comes with it due to the heat. I cannot survive another summer of countless panic attacks and staying in all day bc I can't handle the heat outside and the falls and winters disappearing due to the ever-increasing heat and my parents still denying climate change even exists even when it's 80+ degrees in fucking november.

The self-harm urges are coming back and idk where my rubber band is. It's much better that than the box cutter I used to use (and even that was tame, it never cut deep)

And with each and every vent post I make (which I can't stop, it just flows out of me like a waterfall) I feel more and more like an annoyance. Even when I'm posting things I'm proud of, I feel like an annoyance. I care so much about what people think, far too much, and I try to bring it up in therapy but I'm still way to embarrassed to talk about it, it seems like such a selfish thing to fixate on.

Yesterday I saw pictures of the kittens and I have no idea how they're doing today since my sibling who they're staying with (permanently, I'll never fucking see them again) doesn't use social media. I'll never watch them grow up. I saw them as my children and my sibling took them away and treated my sense of loss as selfish bc I should've known they'd always belong to them.

I've been lying in bed all day. I ate but that's it. I can't get the motivation to put on clothes or go outside or do anything really. All I've been doing is listening to music and feeling sorry for myself like a complete failure. Who am I kidding, even if I get back in college, I'll just fail again, like I always do.

I can't live independently, not after what I went through over the summer... I could never manage all that shit by myself.

And ofc I start thinking about death. My death or my parents', whichever comes first. And... I just feel cold. Not in a good way, not in a comforting way, just a lonely, empty way. And this feeling comes and goes, but right now it's wound around my chest and wringing the life out of me.

And I start thinking about the friend I had. I'll never know somebody that cares about like that ever again. if they even did. If he wasn't lying about it all. I'll never know anybody like that ever again. Never. The kind of friendship I used to daydream about growing up, the kind I waited till adulthood for, gone. I know it's been months but it fucking hurts so fucking much

#tw self harm #tw depression #tw anxiety #irl stuff #vent #tw suicidal thoughts

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simons-twsted-children · 2 months

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Thought I’d share a short thing I wrote for Sid here? It’s mostly them just pining over @cyanide-latte’s Wei Renqiao, but I figure it’s a useful look into how they see themself.

Sid couldn't stop looping the events of that day in their mind over and over again, working to memorize every detail. The moment they'd stepped aboard the Black Pearl, the moment their dreams had finally, finally started to become a reality, would be something they wanted to remember, forever. Even as they worked to recall every splinter and scratch on the deck, their thoughts kept slipping back to him. The large, stunning man who'd sat on the deck as they did their best to show off for the Pearl's captain. He'd encouraged them so earnestly, even after they'd managed to fall on their face in front of him. Everything about him radiated strength and certainty-- a confidence Sid only pretended to have. They longed for that, to truly be so sure of themself as to be bothered by nothing and no one.

And for all that strength, it was clear he also maintained a masterful level of control. His fingers moved over the strings of his unfamiliar instrument with the lightness and grace of a practiced dancer. He must have been the ship's musician, they thought, and his position was well-earned. They cold still remember the melody he'd plucked so effortlessly, clinging to the echo of every note. Sid couldn't help but respect the level of time and dedication it took to become so proficient at any instrument. After all, they'd put so much work into becoming agile, coordinated, and brave enough to navigate the deck and rigging of a ship as well as a child who'd been born at sea. When their parents had stopped paying for their classes, they'd found their own ways to keep attending, even going so far as to take on multiple part-time jobs to manage the feat.

The man looked like he belonged on the ship, too-- like he'd been sculpted perfectly for the role. The wind caught his jet black hair, teasing it in such a way that made him seem almost inhuman in the most beautiful way. He seemed a part of the ship almost more so than the ghosts who filled out most of her crew. Sid couldn't be blamed for their fixation on him, could they? Not when someone so perfectly embodied the pirate they wanted to become. They wanted nothing more than to look so at home on the deck of a ship, so comfortable with themself and their surroundings...

Only then did it strike them that they'd made an error almost as grave as insulting the Pearl's captain-- they'd neglected to ask this statuesque man's name. Who was he, this beautiful stranger who not only represented everything they longed to become, but who had also encouraged them in the pursuit of their deepest, truest dream?

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Wei Renquiao. That was the name of the man they couldn't stop thinking about, who had haunted their thoughts from the first day they'd met him. And not only was he the ship's musician for the Black Pearl, he was also the housewarden for Ignyhide dorm. A skilled mage as well as a pirate? Powerful, yet approachable? Was there anything Wei couldn't do?

He'd tried to look after them, too, warning them to be careful with their trust. The thought made something inside Sid go soft. It wasn't like they bared their heart to just anyone, after all, there was just something about him that made them feel safe. But the fact that he'd worried at all... It was rare that people did much more than scorn them. Bobbi was basically the only exception in recent memory, aside from Wei himself, and they were more of a kindred spirit than anything. Wei had already found some measure of success on the path Sid was fighting to sail down, even if he didn't share their exact goal.

The more they thought about him, the stronger their desire to be near him grew. They knew they'd never achieve his strong silent persona-- such stoicism was not in their nature-- but they longed to learn from him in other ways. They wanted to make the character they played into their reality. They wanted to find some sliver of his confidence and hold it for themself. Sid was defiant, stubborn, and determined, and that was all well and good, but the bravado they displayed, that sureness that they would reach their goal, was nothing but a facade.

Wei also knew what it was to chase a dream, to trudge down a path that the wold seemed bent against you following even if your soul was crying out that this was right. He hadn't shared his own dream, but Sid had heard it in those words, in his tone... He felt the same pull, somehow, was being lead along on the same lonely journey as they were towards some impossible dream. Every part of them longed to know what that was, for him, so that they might offer him even a percentage of the reassurance his words gave them.

Even if Wei didn't say much, his words were heavy. Each one was chosen so carefully, with such an intent and deliberate placement that Sid could only imagine how much thought was behind them. In that way, he was worlds different from them. Sid tended to spill forth words like an untamed sea, their ideas and intentions crashing around in a muddled, passionate mess that they could only hope carried across what they meant to convey. Again, this was a trait they knew they'd never truly be able to embody, but maybe one day they could learn to tame the currents of their thoughts, even a little.

Learning from Wei. Yes, that was all they wanted. Surely, someone like him would have a lot to teach them, even if it was largely by observation and imitation. They wanted to be like him, that's why their thoughts kept circling back, turning in on themselves like a whirlpool. There was surely no other reason, no other motivation...

Admiration is surely why his soft and genuine concern for their wellbeing made their heart speed up. Who wouldn't grow excited upon realizing that someone they looked up to cared, right? That was a totally normal reaction. And feeling his eyes on them, making them feel so exposed-- they simply didn't want to make a fool of themself in front of someone like him. Nothing more, of course. Nothing more.

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Sid loved him. Oh gods, Sid loved him, and they had it bad.

No matter what they tried to do, they couldn't keep thoughts of him from their mind. Every breath was agony when they were apart-- they'd even gone so far as to transfer into an elective class with Wei and, incidentally, Copper, as an excuse to be near him when not on the Pearl. They'd even agreed to give up on the treasure hidden within Scarabia's dorm in exchange for the seat beside the subject of their every thought. And somehow, miraculously, he didn't seem put off by their attention.

Well, Sid couldn't exactly call Wei receptive, either, but he hadn't told them off, which was a good start. As good of a start as someone like Sid could hope for, anyway. Besides, why would someone like him, powerful, confident, and talented, give someone like Sid a second glance as anything more than a friend? They would content themself with just being near him. That would be enough, for now, it had to be.

As long as they could stand at his side, as a crewmate and friend, Sid would be happy.

Even just spending time near him, studying or maintaining the Pearl, made Sid's heart soar. They barely even thought of their parents, of the shitshow waiting for them back home, when he was around. He was like an oasis in the desert, a rock in a storm, something solid and dependable, offering hope and reassurance when everyone else simply wanted to tear Sid's dreams to pieces. He listened, and they clung to his advice like barnacles to wood. They would have done anything he said, if they were being honest. They treated his words with a reverence almost higher than the Code itself. Had he ordered them overboard, they doubted they'd question it before jumping.

Oh, how their heart thundered at the thought of him touching them. Even a light tap on the shoulder had made their skin tingle for hours afterwards, and that was nothing more than a casual gesture. Their thoughts often strayed further, making Sid blush and stammer at the scenes playing out in their own mind. They longed to see what his skilled fingers could do when set upon more intimate tasks.

That would never happen, though. Could never happen. What chance did someone like Sid have with a man like him? Wei was talented, handsome, and well-liked. Sid was only barely tolerated by most people. Even then, many of them only gave Sid that much because they knew how to make themself useful. Sid had no delusions to the contrary, especially not with how spectacularly they'd botched their introduction to Copper. Even if they had since patched things up with him, well... It said something about their social skills that the first conversation they'd had with their future captain resulted in them insulting him almost as deeply as they could have managed. What might happen if they tried to flirt, or worse, initiate a relationship with, the one crewmate they were on friendly and familiar terms with? It might completely sink their chances of ever becoming the Pirate King.

So it was for the best, they knew, to just keep quiet. To simply content themself with what they had. After all, wasn't their current dream ambitious enough? Why tempt failure by growing greedy. The whims of their heart would fade, in time. Didn't they always?

#TWST #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #my ocs #my writing #Sidney larkspur

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chapter one - an unexpected encounter

synopsis of chapter. a routinely mundane morning becomes less mundane…

characters. suna rintarou, miya atsumu, miya osamu, tetsorou kuroo

warnings. none content wise, but may contain potential grammatical errors.

word count. 1.1k

note. i hope you all enjoy this series as much as I’ll enjoy writing it!

It’s been the same mundane routine everyday since you were a child. Monday to Friday were strictly dedicated to academics and extracurriculars, Saturdays were for tutoring, and Sundays were reserved for church.

At first, it was a routine that was heavily enforced by your mother to ensure that you would never stray away from her ideology of a perfect daughter. However, as you grew older, it was something that you had gotten used to as it was simply the way your mother chose to raise you.

Though you didn’t realize it at first, your ‘perfect daughter’ charade gave your mother a desirable public facade to uphold—something that eventually became your burden to carry somehow.

Even now at the age of seventeen, while other kids your age were drinking and partying, you never questioned your mother’s parenting ways. You accepted a long time ago that this was your norm.

—

Fixing your plaid skirt for the fifth time within the last ten minutes, you hear your mother call your name as she barges straight into your room.

“Ever heard of knocking?” You mutter, causing her to raise her brow. She heard that, shit.

“Why, hm?” She gives you a look, “are you hiding something? Don’t make me regret getting you that god forsaken mobile device.”

You sigh, looking into the mirror once more. “Yes, ma’am.” She hums in response, looking down at her watch. “You look fine, so let’s get a move on it.”

She marches out of the room and your eyes glance over to your book bag that is resting neatly on your wooden desk. You reach your hand into the pocket of your skirt—where a small tube of cherry-flavoured lip gloss was hidden away from your mother’s prying eyes—and pull it out before quickly stuffing it into your book bag and exiting your room.

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The car ride to school was boring as usual. Unlike most other people, your mother hated the radio. She thought most of the songs were either inappropriate or just plain bad (which she wasn’t wrong about) so car rides were mostly silent with the occasional utterance of words back and forth between the two of you.

You were always thankful that the rides to school were no more than 15 minutes. Slipping out of the car, you fix your skirt once more before turning to your mother who had a not so pleased look on her face. Following her gaze, you were met by a group of 3 boys slumped on the staircase of the main building.

It didn’t take long before you heard your mother’s heels clicking loudly (and quickly) against the pavement.

“This is strictly private property,” your mother crosses her arms, “meaning that if you do not attend this institution, I hold the right to have you arrested for trespassing.”

The 3 boys raise their arms in defence, the blonde one speaking up. “calm yer horses ma’am, we’ll leave.”

Your mother shakes her head disapprovingly before clicking her tongue and turning on her heels to walk away. “Y/N, inside the school, now.”

You glance at the 3 boys one last time, catching a glimpse of chartreuse eyes that were already fixated on you. you can’t help but notice the cigarette dangling from his lips and instinctively scrunch your nose, to which, earns a chuckle from the mysterious boy.

With a last devilish grin gracing his face, he turns and leaves with his friends, leaving you alone on the courtyard to scrutinize the last few minutes.

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“Those 3 boys from earlier,” your mother starts, “those are the kind of people that you see end up on the streets.”

“You shouldn’t say that about other people, mom,” you sigh and she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Just listen to me, Y/N. Don’t make friends with people like them, okay? We wouldn’t want your intelligence to go to waste.”

“Understood,” you reply, “now can I go to my locker before I’m late for first period?”

Your mother nods and you immediately turn to leave her unnecessarily spacious workspace.

You weren’t sure what was worse—the fact that your mother was the headmistress of the prestigious high school she forced you to attend or the fact that people labelled you as the ‘nerdy outcast’ who’s ‘mommy’ ruled the school. Whichever the case, you didn’t let it bother you too much.

You sigh in relief when you see your best friend walking towards you. “Hey, Y/N,” he greets, handing you a brown lunch bag which you knew contained your favourite onigiri from a small shop near his house.

You smile, “you always know how to make my day, Kuroo.”

He chuckles, “what are best friends for?”

Kuroo was the only friend that your mother approved of. Seeing as he was the son of a dear friend, naturally, you two were close growing up. Like you, he dedicated most of his time to academics and extracurriculars. If he wasn’t nose deep in the unreasonable amount of homework we received, his remaining time was allocated to volleyball.

“How’s volleyball going?” You ask, and Kuroo shrugs. “Coach has been working us to the bone, says that we’re set to face some pretty tough teams at Nationals.”

You nod, “So I’ve heard… but I know that you and the other boys will do great regardless.” Kuroo flashes you a smile and a thumbs up before pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket.

“I did some research already,” he holds his phone up for you to see, “it seems like Inarizaki High from the Hyōgo prefecture could be one of our biggest competitors aside from Karasuno and Fukorodani.”

You glance at the screen and catch a glimpse of a guy with cheaply dyed blonde hair. Looking more closely, you recognize that he was one of the boys from this morning. What a coincidence.

Almost as if Kuroo read your mind, he speaks up again, “the dude with the blonde hair is their setter, Miya Atsumu, apparently he’s got a reputation for being one of the best in all of Japan.”

You hum and Kuroo continues, “him and his twin brother, Osamu, are a force to reckon with on court.”

Glancing at the photo once more, you notice a boy with messy black hair situated between the twins. You instantly recognize that he was the third member of the trio from this morning—the one with the chartreuse eyes and devilish grin.

“Who’s the dude in between the twins?” You ask.

“I think that’s the middle blocker,” Kuroo scratches his head. “Suna Rintarou, I believe his name was.”

Before you could reply, the bell rings.

“I gotta run to class, I’ll see you at lunch!” Kuroo bids his farewell and disappears down the hallway.

You can’t help but replay the events from earlier. What were they even doing here in the first place?

For whatever reason, you decide that it didn’t matter anyways because you would most likely never have an encounter with them ever again.

or so you think.

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#haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu!!#suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarō #haikyuu suna #suna rintarou #suna rintaro angst #suna x y/n #miya osamu #miya atsumu #kuroo testuro

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