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nomercymaster11 · 3 months

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Two-way dilemma (Chapter 2)

@SuuNemuii WC: 3,296 | Law x y/n, afab!reader, continuation of "It's complicated"

A/N: This chapter certainly exhausted my brain cells. I wrote it in between my office work, drawing inspiration from various pictures, accompanied by the music of Taylor Swift or Coldplay, and reflecting on some of my past experiences.

The Polar Tang hummed with the routine buzz of activity, and the confined space of the submarine felt both comforting and stifling. A day had passed since the confession, leaving your eyes heavy from the weight of your tears. The sting of rejection lingered, but as you rose from your bed, you took a deep breath, determined to face the day ahead with renewed strength.

Freshening up, you stood before the mirror, reminding yourself that time would heal the wounds. A slight slap to your cheeks was both a physical and mental wake-up call. With newfound resolve, you opened the door to your room, only to be greeted by the unexpected sight of Bepo standing in front of you.

"Bepo?!" Confusion etched your features as you questioned his presence.

"Good morning, <y/n>!" Bepo's infectious grin welcomed you, his demeanor bright and cheerful.

Closing the door behind you, you inquired, "Is there anything you need?"

"Ah, nothing. I'm just checking up on you." Bepo's smile remained warm and genuine.

Walking side by side, the two of you strolled through the submarine's corridors. As the minutes passed, a realization dawned on you – perhaps Penguin and Shachi had shared the bittersweet details of your confession with Bepo. Deep in thought, you mustered the courage to ask for a favor.

"Bepo, may I ask you a favor?" you hesitated, your eyes searching his.

"Yeah? What is it?" Bepo responded with curiosity.

"Could you help me get more duties here in the submarine?" The request hung in the air; your eyes hopeful but uncertain.

"Hmm? But... that's for the captain to decide," Bepo replied, his expression thoughtful.

"Oh, okay..." Your gaze lifted, lost in contemplation.

"Sorry I couldn't help you out... or maybe... you could ask the others if they need help," Bepo suggested, offering an alternative with a genuine desire to assist.

"OH! That's a good idea!" Relief washed over you, and a smile broke through the clouds of uncertainty.

Reaching the common area where the hallways split, you bid Bepo goodbye with a wave as he headed back to the control room. Determination filled you as you embarked on a quest to find other crew members. If additional duties could serve as a distraction, perhaps it would help mend the fragments of your aching heart.

"Let's do this!" you muttered to yourself, a mantra to guide you through the uncharted waters of healing and self-discovery.

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A week had passed since the fateful day. The subtle change in your behavior had not gone unnoticed by the crew. You threw yourself into your work, exerting energy across various tasks aboard the submarine. Cleaning, working, taking on any duty that came your way—anything to keep busy and avoid any potential encounter with the captain. Even your eating schedule changed, either aligning with others or sneaking off to your room to dine alone, distancing yourself from Law.

You seemed content in your efforts, but the crew began to notice the change. Concern etched on their faces, they gathered in the common area, Shachi and Penguin at the center of attention.

Ikkaku, one of the engineers, voiced the growing worry.

"Is there something we need to know regarding <y/n>?"

Penguin, feigning ignorance, gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"She seems like she's trying to always get herself busy these few days. Did the captain scold her or something?" Ikkaku questioned, the concern noticeable.

"I bet something's going on," Hakugan added, echoing the sentiments of the crew.

Concerned voices overlapped, and the crew crowded around Penguin and Shachi, eyes wide and expectant. Penguin tried to calm the situation.

"Hey! Calm your horses! Chill, guys!" Penguin raised his hands in an attempt to quell the commotion. He sighed, gesturing for the crew to come closer to hear him out. Just as he was about to share the details, Shachi spotted Law approaching, bent down and crossing his arms.

"Captain?!" Shachi exclaimed in surprise.

Law questioned, "Am I not allowed to hear what my crew has to share with everyone here?"

Penguin, seizing the moment, anchored his arm to Law's shoulder, leading him away from the crowd. Shachi motioned for the other crew members to disperse while Law was being distracted by Penguin.

"Cap, there's nothing to worry about. Relax," Penguin said, tapping Law's shoulder with a nervous laugh.

Law, squinting his eyes and frowning, asked, "So... you are talking behind my back now?"

"NO!... No..! That ain't true!" Penguin responded nervously.

However, before the situation could escalate further, a loud thud and a massive impact shook the submarine. The sudden loss of electricity plunged the hallways into darkness, and emergency red lights began to flash. Crew members lost their balance, grasping onto whatever they could find.

"Attention, everyone! We are being attacked by a sea serpent!" Bepo's voice echoed through the submarine's speakers, alerting everyone to the imminent danger. The crew's attention shifted from internal matters to the external threat, uniting them in the face of a common adversary.

With a swift activation of his devil fruit ability, Law, accompanied by Shachi and Penguin, teleported to the control room in an instant.

"Bepo! Status report!" Law's stern voice cut through the urgency in the room, embodying the seriousness of the captain in the face of danger.

The radar emitted a rapid beep, and a rushing, flashing red light revealed another sea serpent fast approaching the submarine. Law, quick to take charge, commanded the crew in the control room effortlessly, enabling the submarine to avoid a direct hit, though it was slightly scratched at the side.

Law's keen perception led him to notice something amiss.

"Where's <y/n>-ya?" he questioned, his eyes scanning the control room.

Penguin thought of her, realizing she should have been in the room.

"Captain! I'll look - " Penguin began, but Law swiftly interrupted, issuing a chain of commands:

"Penguin, take charge," Law's voice was stern and calm.

"Shachi, call on the others and have the submarine checked for repairs."

"Clione, prepare the torpedoes and await Penguin’s orders.”

"Bepo, prepare to resurface. Alert me once we're above the sea."

"Aye, aye CAPTAIN!" The crew responded in unison, saluting Law as he left the control room, katana in hand.

An abrupt silence enveloped the room as the crew exchanged surprised glances. Penguin and Shachi, sharing a knowing grin, found delight in the unexpected action of their captain.

"He went out just to find her!" Shachi exclaimed with a sense of delight. Penguin, equally excited, couldn't contain his emotions. The room seemed to lighten up for a moment, but reality struck with Penguin's clapping of hands.

"Everyone, refocus! The ship is in our hands!" Penguin exclaimed, bringing the crew back to the urgent task at hand.

With newfound determination, the crew immediately returned to their stations, the emergency red lights casting an eerie glow on their faces. The atmosphere was tense, yet their unity and commitment to the mission prevailed as they navigated the submarine through the dark depths of the ocean.

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In the engine room, amidst the humming machinery, you conducted your routine check-up when an unexpected thud reverberated through the submarine. Panic seized you as the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Disoriented, you lost your balance and collided with a nearby beam, the impact sending a sharp pain through your forehead.

Sitting down, you instinctively reached for your forehead, your hand coming away wet with blood. The emergency lights flickered to life, casting an eerie red glow in the confined space. The sight of your own blood on your hand made you feel lightheaded, and white dots began to dance across your field of vision.

Aware that you were on the verge of fainting, you took deep breaths in an attempt to steady your nerves. The metallic taste of fear lingered in your mouth as you struggled to remain conscious. Every move felt like a monumental effort, and as you tried to stand, fatigue threatened to overwhelm your system.

"My bad luck continues then..." you whispered to yourself, your voice weak and filled with resignation.

Summoning the last reserves of your strength, you began to crawl toward the metal door. The cold floor pressed against your palms as you moved inch by inch, each movement sending waves of dizziness through your weakened body. With determination in your heart and a throbbing pain in your head, you navigated the dimly lit engine room, the emergency lights casting long shadows that seemed to taunt your feeble attempts to reach safety.

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As Law hurried out of the control room, his thoughts were filled with concern. The Heart Pirates had undergone rigorous training to navigate situations like these, given that the Polar Tang frequently submerged into the dark depths of the sea, encountering various threats from sea monsters. The safety of his crew always took precedence, and with the submarine under attack, Law's immediate focus was on ensuring your well-being. Noticing your absence at the station when sea monsters struck, he suspected that something might have occurred on your way to the control room.

Law had complete trust in his crew, instilling discipline and ensuring that everyone knew their responsibilities. He was well aware of each crew member's routine within the submarine, and any deviation from the norm would catch his attention. However, he had observed you taking on additional work, attributing it to your way of coping with the rejection. Though he noticed, he chose to overlook it, feeling a tinge of guilt.

Remaining calm, Law swiftly checked every room, his mind calculating the potential dangers the crew might face. At a critical point, a thought struck him – a feeling that urged him to check the engine room. Law considered every worst-case scenario that could involve you and, without hesitation, descended straight to the room.

His steps were purposeful, his heart pounding with the gravity of the situation. The emergency lights flickered as he navigated the dimly lit corridors, each step bringing him closer to the engine room. Law's expression remained stoic, but underneath, a sense of urgency and concern for your safety fueled his determined stride.

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You managed to reach the door of the engine room, your body slumped against the cold floor, the last remnants of your energy draining away. Your vision blurred, and as your eyes began to shut, you uttered a weak plea for help, the words escaping your lips almost inaudibly. Desperation fueled your attempt to stay conscious.

"Help, please..."

With the little strength you had left, you reached out for the door. As your trembling hand made contact, the door swung open, hitting the side of the wall with a metallic thud.

"<y/n>-ya!!" Law's voice echoed through the room as he flung the metal door wide open. His eyes quickly scanned the area until they landed on you, slumped on the cold floor. He ran towards you, swiftly placing his katana on the side, his immediate focus on checking your condition. The trail of dry blood on your forehead drew his attention, and he spoke to you, his voice filled with concern. However, disoriented and weakened, you struggled to comprehend his words, unsure of who was addressing you.

Before Law could use his Devil Fruit ability to scan your injuries further, Bepo's voice echoed through the submarine's speakers, bringing news of the submarine nearing the surface. Law faced a dilemma – torn between tending to you and dealing with the sea serpent threat. Reluctantly, he carefully lifted your arms to wrap around his neck, sliding his left arm behind your back for support. With his right hand, he retrieved his katana, lifting both of your legs to facilitate the carry.

"Hold on tight," Law commanded, your head resting on his left shoulder. Adjusting his grip, he twisted his left wrist, palm facing the floor, activating his Devil Fruit power.

"ROOM," he uttered, and a light, thin blue bubble film enveloped both of you.

"SHAMBLES!"

In an instant, the surroundings warped and changed, and you were no longer in the engine room.

As the submarine emerged from the sea water, Law's "Room" ability teleported you both onto the deck. Gently placing you on the floor with your back against the metallic wall near the main entrance, Law ensured your safety. The sunlight filtered into your eyes, and the sea breeze brushed against your skin as you inhaled deeply. The realization dawned on you that Law had been the one to rescue you from the engine room.

Opening your eyes, you took in the scene around you. It had been a while since you were outside the confines of the submarine. The tranquility of the moment was interrupted by two large splashes, reminiscent of exploding bombs, as the sea serpents chasing the Polar Tang emerged on the sea surface.

Your gaze followed Law as he walked toward the sea serpents, Kikoku, his katana, in hand. Activating his "Room" ability, he carefully drew the katana from its scabbard. The sunlight cast a glow on his skin-tight black shirt, revealing the flexing muscles on his back as he executed swift, clean attacks on the sea serpents. Each swing of his katana was decisive and precise, the fight seemingly slowing down in your eyes as you focused solely on your formidable captain.

Your admiration for him was undeniable, but the memory of the rejection suddenly crept into your thoughts, causing a frown to mar your expression. Despite the internal turmoil, you couldn't help but be captivated by Law's skill and prowess in battle.

With a series of clean, calculated strikes, Law dismembered the two serpents. As the fight came to an end, the metallic door flung open, and Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo rushed out, their expressions a mix of relief and urgency.

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Using the metallic wall for support, you did your best to stand up. Though you managed to rest for a while, your breaths remained deep, and the effort showed on your face. The three Heart Pirates finally noticed you, their surprise evident.

"Why are you here?" Penguin asked, his concern evident.

"Did you also engage with the serpents?!" Shachi followed with worry etched on his face.

"No, she's with me," Law answered, redirecting their attention to him. The trio's eyes followed Law as he walked toward you.

"I found her in the engine room. I didn't have a choice but to bring her up here," Law explained.

Law extended his hand to you, and you glanced from his hand to his face.

"Can you walk?" Law asked, offering his hand to assist you.

You glanced at them and the trio behind Law grinned and stuck their thumbs up in unison, expressing their approval. Your thoughts raced with a mix of amusement and embarrassment. With no other choice, you accepted Law's help. Instead of reaching for his hand, you placed your hands on his right arm and gripped it. As Law guided you, the trio watched the scene unfold with delight.

Before heading back inside the submarine, Law looked back at the three.

"You two, clean those up," Law's stern voice commanded Shachi and Penguin. The two sighed, glancing at the remnants of the fight scene.

"Bepo, come with me," Law directed his attention to Bepo, signaling for him to accompany him.

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As you walked down the hallway, Law was busy instructing Bepo about fetching various medical supplies and medicines to bring to your room. Bepo, eager to fulfill the tasks assigned by his captain, nodded and quickly left to gather the items. Now alone, an awkward silence settled between you and Law.

"Don't push yourself too hard," Law finally broke the silence, shifting his head slightly to glance at you. You responded with a simple nod, looking down, your voice barely audible. Thoughts raced through your mind about how things ended up this way, how a week's effort to avoid him seemed to crumble in an instant. You sighed, resigning to the exhaustion that consumed you. At this point, your focus was solely on your well-being.

Upon reaching your room, a sudden growl from your stomach echoed through the hallway, and you felt a tinge of embarrassment. Law sighed; his concern evident. He opened the door and gestured for you to sit at the edge of your bed.

"I'll go grab some snacks," Law stated, leaving his katana on the side of the bed before stepping out.

As soon as he left, you took the opportunity to lie down on the plush mattress. The comfort it provided offered solace from the chaos of the day. Staring up at the ceiling, you couldn't shake off the frown on your face. Puzzled by Law's sudden change in treatment towards you, his evident concern left you wondering about the thoughts racing through his mind.

"I don't want to overthink this," you murmured to yourself. Adjusting your position on the bed, within a few seconds, the weariness overwhelmed you, and you fell into a deep and fast sleep.

Law knocked on your door, holding a tray of light snacks in hand. Not hearing a reply, he entered the room and found you peacefully sleeping. His gaze softened at the sight, and he carefully placed the tray on the table before sitting at the edge of your bed. Law lifted your left hand, placing two fingers on your wrist to check your pulse. Using the back of his left hand, he then gently pressed it against your forehead to gauge your temperature. A nod from him indicated that you seemed to be fine.

The door creaked as Bepo entered the room, carrying the medical supplies. Law hushed him.

"Sorry, Captain," Bepo apologized.

Law inquired about the status of the ship as he started cleaning and tending to the wound on your forehead with ease.

"The ship needs minor repairs, and the supplies are low," Bepo explained.

"Okay. Have the ship docked at the next island," Law's voice was surprisingly calm.

Bepo observed his captain performing first aid, his eyes shifting between the both of you as he awaited further instructions.

"I guess I have to go, Captain," Bepo said with a low voice. Law appeared deep in thought.

As Bepo opened the door, Penguin and Shachi tried to peek inside, stretching their necks.

"How is she?" Shachi inquired.

"She's asleep. Captain is tending to her... but," Bepo began.

"But... what?" Penguin pressed for more information.

"I think that is the first time I saw the captain like a completely different person," Bepo answered, leaving the two curious Heart Pirates outside the door with intrigued expressions.

They were deep in conversation about the recent events when, out of nowhere, Law suddenly swung the door open and addressed the trio with an annoyed expression, his brows furrowing.

"You guys sure got a lot of time talking about me, huh? How about I add more workload to the three of you?" Law's voice was stern, and the surprised expressions on Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo mirrored their sudden realization that their conversation hadn't gone unnoticed.

"It's Penguin's fault!," Shachi quickly pointed his finger at Penguin, deflecting blame.

"What? No, I'm not! It's Bepo!" Penguin retaliated, slapping Bepo's arm with the back of his hand.

The trio engaged in playful banter, trying to shift the blame onto each other. Law, unamused, shook his head at their antics.

As Law walked away from the playful banter of Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo, the door closed behind him, leaving them to settle their dispute among themselves. The hallway returned to a momentary silence, disrupted only by the fading echoes of their friendly quarrel. Inside your room, you continued to rest peacefully, unaware of the amusing chaos that unfolded in the corridor. The submarine sailed toward the next island, carrying the Heart Pirates and their shared adventures beneath the surface of the vast sea.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ on my mind since the flood ❞ ─ a darling, in any life blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader. summary: the red thread between two people destined to be together may stretch and tangle, but those ties will never break. or: a 45min train ride makes two 43 year olds feel like teenagers. content warnings: divorce babes, divorce. kinda spoiler-ish. watch the 3rd season before. the reader has a backstory and a job, if that bothers you grow up don't read. word count: 960+

your hair was different, that was the first thing he noticed.

much like himself, you had soft wrinkles beginning to show up on your forehead and around your eyes, a gift from your late thirties that kept on giving. your eyes were the same though, he could recognize those anywhere at any time, even if it had been decades since the last time they stared back at his. your nose, your lips. your smile. the way his name sounded coming from your tongue. it was all extremely familiar, as if he was fifteen again.

"you're staring, like a creep, airhead." the old nickname rolls out like you had spent merely seconds apart and it makes him laugh, it has been weeks, maybe months since he last laughed genuinely like that, with his whole face.

"i just got lost—" in your eyes. "in my memories for a bit. you look so much the same."

"well, my pay check won't allow me any plastic surgeries so—"

"wise ass." and there it was, like a reflex, his own nickname to you leaving his lips before he even thought about it, if he did think about it he probably would've held it in, a 43 year old fbi agent using childish nicknames not being the best look, but it didn't feel like that with you, at all, it felt natural. you both laugh at it for a second and a comfortable silence follows it, but aaron couldn't keep it like that, he needed to know more, where have you been, what were you doing... have you been in virginia for long? he kept it as casual as he could considering his curiosity, "how have you been?"

"alright, good, yeah. i'm teaching at scalia, started this year, i want to keep practicing though, but i'm gonna settle down in virginia first." you shrug, taking a sip of your coffee. you were purposefully leaving details out, you had seen him on tv a lot since coming back to the states, fbi, profiler. you wanted to see how much could he get from you without words. "what about you, mister fbi hotshot?"

if you two were still teens the way your teasing came out would've made him blush, and quite frankly if he wasn't so self controlled maybe he would've blushed right now, he did feel warm, but instead he just let a chuckle out of his throat, "well, fbi hotshot just had his divorce finalized, not that glamorous being on these shoes." you already knew what he was doing with his life, it made sense to give the only actual news he had, "scalia? law degree too, then." aaron clicks his tongue, not holding back the instant smirk the realization brought. "your mother used to say we were so similar we shared the same brain, remember?"

"welcome to the club, then! meetings every friday, membership perks only after the second one, though." his eyes went straight to your fingers, seeing the lack of any rings he nods to himself. twice divorced. dark heavy coat, makeup accentuating your features, red lips, hair pulled back. you obviously care about being seen, desired, but don't want to be approached, a teacher-lawyer, no time, a lot of perfectionism. "yeah, i stay far away from criminal. civil and international law cases mostly. families, divorces, cross-board custodies." a child of divorce trying to save other children of divorce. very typical behavior.

aaron felt like he could stay like this for hours on end, sitting by your side uncomfortably on the train after fate pulled you two to one another again, hearing you tell him about your life in london, your divorces, your time in college. you made him feel young, like you were still his childhood best friend who he fell for. like if he were to kiss you like he did when you were both thirteen you would still blush and grip tightly on his shirt. nostalgia was indeed a bittersweet thing.

"i think when you moved away was the last time i openly sobbed." he shakes his head, the thought leaving his brain in a quiet, hushed voice tone, like a secret he wasn't supposed to be telling. it had been years, you were both fifteen when your parents got divorced and you were taken to england with your father. 28 years since the last time he saw you, and he still can feel the same pain if he thinks too hard about it, the way his heart felt like was being sliced apart, getting smaller by the minute as your father's car got further and further away. his mood soured in a way his feelings were only able to function normally again after meeting haley.

your hand softly touched his with the confession, your thumb going to his palm and drawing small comforting circles, "i cried myself to sleep a lot that year." aaron glued his eyes on the way your hands touched, and you thought he might reject it, find it weird after so many years, but instead he just closed his around yours tightly, a silent thankful prayer to the universe, mixed with the warning that he had no intention to let go.

you both stay like that as you talk the rest of the ride, cellphone numbers and e-mails are exchanged, along with longing glances beginning to make you shy like the school girl you once were, when you fell for him the first time. you often wondered what would've happened if you stayed in washington. before jack, aaron wondered it too from time to time, but truly, he wouldn't do anything different now, he wouldn't choose any alternative ending that would take jack from him.

but at least now he had a second chance, right?

#lari writes sometimes #yes im in love with him alright #aaron x reader #aaron x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

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chvoswxtch · 4 months

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Girl I have been silently reading and praising your stuff from my sisters account. Like liking all you stuff for safekeeping. The whole thing crashed and now I am trying to do the whole interacting thing. I am so embarrassed and scared that my idea is shit so this I am anonymous. But listen - I check your blog every day for updates. I luv u.

Okay my request is a bit messy. But like an angsty/fluf fic with Frank and a woman who is like small but indestructible - you know like a super power or x-gene thing. You cant see any wounds on her body they´ll just heal or something. And all she wants to do is protect Frank and he is just not having it.

If this is shit and not duable I get it! And if I missed somebody writing something simular please share the link - I would love it! Rant over...sorry...and thank you <34567

hi nonnie!

firstly, welcome. there's no need to hide in the shadows, or to apologize or feel embarrassed or any of that. i'm happy you're here and felt comfortable sharing your idea with me! I actually got a somewhat similar request, so I ended up combining the two to get the best of both worlds :)

also if you're into frank x powered reader, I highly recommend @grippingbeskar! she has an entire completed series called salt, ice, and fire that is phenomenal that I can't gush about enough

I hope you enjoy!

warning: swearing, mentions of guns & blood word count: 1.4k

bulletproof.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“What the fuck are you doin’?”

Frank’s thick brows were angrily bunched up in the middle of his forehead, a trail of crimson slowly leaking from the cut that covered the bridge of his freshly broken nose. His jaw was harshly set and he scowled deeply at you while switching out the cartridge on his rifle by muscle memory, not even having to look down.

“I told you-“

“No, I told you to take the goddamn stairs to the roof while I took out-

“I had it under control, Frank!”

Frank scoffed and let out an exasperated puff of air through his lips while shaking his head and gesturing towards you loosely with his free hand.

“Under control my ass, look at you. If you had fuckin’ listened to me, you wouldn’t be bleedin’ right now.”

Frank’s voice had risen in volume, and the timbre of it carried through the empty space between the two of you with a subtle growl. He might have been pissed at you, but you were fucking furious with him. You’d lost count of how many times the two of you fought about the exact same fucking thing over and over, and you weren’t arguing about it with him anymore.

The heavy sound of approaching footsteps and yells caught Frank’s attention, but as he began to march towards the open loading dock of the abandoned warehouse with purpose and a raging vendetta burning in his eyes, the metal shutter door suddenly came barreling down with a wave of your hand. It collided with the concrete floor, a loud thud echoing around the space, not only preventing Frank from getting out, but anyone else from getting in.

Frank instantly paused, snapping his head to look over his shoulder at you with an expression of pure annoyance covering his sharp features. Your eye color had shifted to an incandescent shade, glimmering like two deep red rubies caught in the sunlight. There was still a flickering scarlet glow around your right hand as you kept the door shut, and Frank could tell by the look on your face that you were incensed by his behavior, but he refused to back down anymore than you did.

Grabbing the hem of your top with your left hand, you hastily lifted it upwards just as one of the bullet holes above your right hip began to close up and heal. Frank’s narrowed gaze dropped downwards to watch, and his features softened just a sliver, only to harden once again when he looked back into your illuminated eyes.

“I can heal, Frank. You can’t. So when I tell you I have something under control, that doesn’t mean you fucking jump in front of me guns blazing. That bulletproof vest can’t protect you from everything, and I swear to whatever God you believe in, if you pull that shit again and get yourself killed, I will find a way to raise you from the dead just to kill you myself.”

Frank didn’t visibly react to your words, even as your voice rose in a hysterical volume and filled the empty space surrounding you both. Any other person might have been fucking terrified to be alone with a woman that had glowing red eyes and could trap them somewhere with her mind. Then again, anyone else probably also would’ve been scared shitless to be alone in a room with the Punisher himself.

But Frank wasn’t afraid of you, just like you weren’t afraid of him. You both knew what the other was, and you loved each other anyway.

That was the root cause of your recurring argument. Frank wanted to protect you, and you wanted to protect him. Despite him knowing about your abilities, he still felt responsible for you. He didn’t like seeing you get hurt, even if it did heal. He didn’t want anything to happen to you if he could prevent it.

Letting his rifle drop by his side, Frank let out a deep exhale through his broken nose, his eyes wandering over your figure slowly before meeting your gaze.

“You know how much I hate seein’ you get hurt, baby. You know what it does to me.”

The sudden change in his voice to a softer and more sincere tone had your eyes shifting back to their natural color, and your previous anger began to instantly cool. You did know. If someone so much as bumped into you on accident, Frank was ready to tear them to shreds. He had always been extremely overprotective of you, and knowing his traumatic past, you couldn’t blame him, or stay upset with him for very long.

Letting out a soft sigh of your own, you ran one of your hands through your hair before taking a few steps towards him, your heeled boots echoing along the cement floors. Despite the three inches of height they gave you, Frank still towered over you completely. The size difference between the two of you was nearly comical, especially considering he was the “big and scary” one.

But you were the little witch that had a nasty temper.

“You think I enjoy seeing you get hurt? I’m the one who has to fix you up, remember?”

Neither one of you paid any mind to the incessant banging on the shutter door, or the sound of ricocheting bullets and yelling coming from the other side. When you brought your hands up to gently grab Frank’s face, he leaned down to nuzzle into your palms and instantly melted into your touch, his attention solely focused on you.

“I know.”

Brushing your thumb lightly along the violet bruise that began to bloom on his right cheekbone, you took in the cut along the bridge of his nose and frowned softly with a sigh.

“Your nose is broken again.”

“Ain’t the first, won’t be the last.”

“Can I try something?”

Frank arched one of his thick brows in question, glancing over his shoulder momentarily at the shutter door before looking at you again.

“Right now?”

“You have somewhere to be?”

Rolling his eyes, Frank let out a soft chuckle and gave a slight nod of his head.

“Alright. S’pose they ain’t gettin’ in no time soon.”

A proud smirk was all you offered in return to his comment. Taking a deep breath, you removed your right hand from his face and let your index finger hover over his wounded nose. Focusing intently, your hand was once again glowing, and you traced a crimson line in the air from the top to the bottom of his nose. All of a sudden, the cut on the bridge of his nose sealed up, and the indigo patches that had blossomed around it vanished.

Frank blinked a few times in dumbfoundment, wiggling his large nose and glancing down at it in a mixture of confusion and awe. Your own eyes widened in surprise, and your mouth hung open in shock before your lips parted into a wide grin. Frank looked at you, his features twisted up in wonder and puzzlement.

“Holy shit. How the hell did you do that?”

“I…I don’t know. I just…wanted to see if I could, and…focused really hard. I can’t believe it actually worked!”

Frank stared down at you incredulously when you said that.

“The hell you mean you can’t believe it actually worked? You didn’t know it would? What if you had given me a tail or somethin’? Or put my ass where my nose was?”

“Oh, well then I could never kiss you again.”

Frank actually looked offended by that, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression while you gently patted his shoulder and stepped around him to face the shutter door, brushing your hair off your shoulders.

“Alright big guy, let’s wrap this up. I’m starving, and there’s a Gilmore Girls marathon waiting with our name on it.”

Frank’s plush lips pursed in an adorable pout as he cocked his rifle and aimed towards the shutter door, keeping his narrowed gaze locked on you.

“You and I are gonna have a serious talk ‘bout this magic shit when we get home.”

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forbidden-sunlight · 7 months

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yandere! kusuriuri with chise!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, violence, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

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

Hey guys, welcome to the finale in this mini-series, featuring the beloved Medicine Seller of the classic anime horror series, Mononoke, and the character!reader who is Chise Hatori from the fantastic world of The Ancient Magus Bride. There will also be some references from the aforementioned manga/anime series as well as from the cozy novel Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett. I highly recommend it! :)

Shout-out to @enryegotrip for being a collaborator and being an awesome person as well @deathmetalunicorn1 for providing feedback and making sure all the characters weren’t too OOC 😅 Check out their stuff, guys, their blogs are fantastic.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ending of this cozy yandere fic :) If you would like to see more adventures featuring these two, please let me know in the comments!

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE : A FOX’S WEDDING PREPARATIONS

The flow of time is erratic and completely unpredictable in the Fairy Kingdom. A day here could be an entire season in the human world or even a week. It is not controlled by the rulers of this plane, so the neighbors cannot be completely blamed when they lure a beautiful human away from their home with enchanting music for the purpose of playing with them until there is nothing left of them, a soulless husk. That was how they entertained themselves for centuries. It would even be considered a sport. Fortunately, the number of incidents has decreased drastically since I succeeded Elias as the mage of this village. My workload, however, is not the reason why I haven’t been writing in the leatherbound notebooks as I should have been; there is one to record my daily life, and another to document whatever discoveries I make in the field.

As I am writing this, I am recounting what my houseguest Kusuriuri has told me, word for word. These are his words, not mine. The last memory I have is returning home from a day in the city. I had collected supplies for a lecture at the College. Because I am a Sleigh Beggy, I am much closer to the source of magic than any living creature, save for those who have existed for eons, such as Ashen Eyes and the ancient spirits that surround the forest just beyond the village. That was why the Director invited me to speak to the students, and impart my knowledge to them. Including a lengthy discussion, I was also entrusted with overseeing the first-years interacting with the neighbors, and stepping in if things got out of hand.

Yet when I stepped into the backroom where I worked, organizing everything for the following morning, I had collapsed. Ruth had been the first one to hear the loud thud, having sat outside of the door curled up in a ball, bored and waiting for dinner to be ready so he could drag me out of there. Silky was in the kitchen, and so was he, Kusuriuri, assisting her in preparing the evening’s meal since he had already gone for a walk around the village and read some books earlier. He claimed to have heard Ruth's barking and followed the sound to see me laying on the floor, unconscious and bleeding from the mouth.

Silky panicked, naturally, and rushed back to the kitchen to grab the smelling salts and other herbs that Elias had told her to specifically brew as soon as she saw symptoms of magical depletion. Kusuriuri lowered to the ground and lifted me off of the floor, being careful not to jostle me. When he saw Ruth mirroring the same condition as I, he asked him to get back in the shadows, as from what he understood, it is safer for him to maintain his state of mind and spiritual body. He swore to Ruth that he would look after me, doing whatever he could to help.

It was Ruth who had instructed him to take me to see Shannon, the changeling doctor who has been treating me for my condition. By offering a trinket to the Ariels, he was led to a fairy mound and took me there, bundled up in a thick blanket and a blindfold around my eyes so that my body did not keep unconsciously absorbing the magic around me. They led him past the mound’s barrier, down the evergreen steps and into the Fairy Kingdom where Shannon ran her clinic.

It appears that as soon as he stepped into the Fairy Kingdom, the glamor charms he had placed on him were removed. The Kusuriuri who now sits beside me in a chair with a strange smile, is the true form of my foxy guest. Wavy light pink hair that reflected orange highlights beneath the realm’s eternal sunlight, cat-yellow eyes, and skin that accentuated the intricate patterns that were painted on his face. The bright, hallucinogenic patterns of his kimono were turned inside out, transforming into greens, reds, and blues against obsidian silk. He was, is, truly beautiful in such an ethereal way, anyone who could not succumb to his seduction charms would know immediately he was not a human. Then again, seduction charms have ensured that the fox spirits were still alive to this very day and not hunted down tirelessly by exorcists.

If there is one truth I hate to admit…it is never knowing whether I have used too much magic, or just enough so that I do not keep passing out and getting treatment. I hate being a burden to others, even when I am getting better at asking for help if I truly need it. It is hard to believe that it might already be close to half of a year since Ruth brought him home, injured and very confused in an era of modern society that is nothing like his home country.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Presently, Shannon is having me undergo extensive treatment, physical and magical therapy to be precise. Angela will need to be contacted to create another talisman to regulate the magic being absorbed and expelled from my body. Kusuriuri….well….he asked me a question that caught me off guard, completely out of the blue.

“At death’s door, you are given two choices: to be young, healthy, and beautiful forevermore….or would allow yourself to be ferried to the afterlife, and be judged for the life you have led as a human?”

Yes. That is what he asked me. And I answered truthfully, because….well, I cannot lie, even if I wanted to. Being an immortal does not give someone the ability to go against the laws of nature and control. Their time is just extended, and soon everything and everyone will return from where they came from; the soil beneath our feet, or the river of magic that sustains all life for the hidden ones. There is not a single being in this world that is an exception of the inevitable. Looking back, from when I had almost all hope and sold myself on the black market, to being a respectable mage who has come to accept the demons of the past yet cannot forgive those who have harmed me and my loved ones…I’d say I have lived a very fulfilling life.

If I had died that day I blacked out in the lab...I would have only regretted being a burden to Silky and Ruth, for they have been here for me ever since Elias to travel the world on a sabbatical. He stared at me, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open for but only a moment before he smiled softly. He then stood from his chair, stepping forward and pulling me into his arms, one hand placed on my shoulder and the other resting on the back of my head.

He whispered softly in my ear, two words that startled and confused me greatly. “You pass.”

Pass? What did I pass, exactly?

Unfortunately I did not have an opportunity to ask what he meant because Shannon is now here, announcing it is time for our physical therapy session in the woods, which is why I will stop writing in here until much later, hopefully…

Kusuriuri watched the changeling and her patient walk away from the cottage towards the forest. Albeit tempted to follow them and become more familiarized with Shannon’s medical methods, he tried not to worry; the red string attached to his pinky reminded him that no matter where or how far he was apart from [First Name], he would always find his bride. There is no doubt that his creator is already aware that the mage had passed his test and was already coordinating with the other gods to prepare the wedding ceremony. Inari-sama always got like this whenever his children found their lifelong companion, acting more like an anxious mother-in-law who wanted everything to be perfect.

No doubt it would take place in the temple, a traditional procession where the world would go silent as his kindred trailed after the bride, donned in kimonos and masks that coordinated with the clans they were affiliated with. Still…perhaps it was not too much of a stretch to ask his creator to allow him to have a tiny bit of control over the ceremony before things got too out of hand, yes? He is the groom after all.

He felt his face heat up at the image of [First Name] donned in the white bridal kimono and wearing a fox mask, his heart beginning to hammer against his ribs. Ah…she would be so beautiful that day, he had no doubt. And she will be all his, so very, very, soon. But he must be patient. He had not waited this long to attain a bride he personally desired by being hasty. A love like theirs must be gently nurtured, after all.

The love of a mage and a zenko who kills Mononoke, that is.

And a zenko will always guard what they treasure the most, keep them away from those who would dare to try and claim what is rightfully theirs.

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Because his bride possessed the Gift of Sight, [First Name] is able to see the Mononoke as clear as day. This revelation both relieved Kusuriuri and elevated his overprotective nature tenfold, especially when they traveled to Japan for their honeymoon. Neither had expected to cross paths with a highly aggressive bakeneko in the halls of an inn renowned for its hot springs, yet [First Name] proved herself to be highly efficient in using magical tools to keep the Mononoke at bay as well as helping him figure out its Form, Truth, and Regret.

Did he also mention...that she was also exceptionally beautiful when she yelled at him at the top of her lungs to release the Sword of Exorcism as she pushed back against the Mononoke, utilizing strength of The Dragon's Curse that was nestled within her arm?

Perhaps...he'll make more of an attempt to purposely anger if it meant seeing such a lovely expression on her face.

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seeminglydark · 20 days

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Hey Hey Listeners, It's me, your fave liminal gas-station employee, and I've been thinkin', maybe it's time to talk a little bit about the past. So grab a snack, turn down the lights and maybe your fave plushie to cuddle too, and lets talk about the Before times, Before GasCo, back when I was a kid.

Welcome to Mil-Liminal. Episode 4: Mary Mary

Mil-Liminal is a horror podcast, so horror elements such as monsters, ghosts, and mentions of blood are to be expected. However, real life is hard, and I don't want to cause unnecessary stress, so I provide trigger warnings for content that falls outside the realm of supernatural horror. This episode contains:

allusions to parental abuse, alcoholism, and violence

allusions to controlling behavior

exploitation and isolation

intense feelings of despair

Listen Now on Spotify, Youtube, Apple Podcasts, and more! Search for it where ever you listen. Transcripts are available here for those who listen where they might not be available.

Mil-Liminal is a cozy horror podcast featuring the charming and slightly unhinged Caro Greene, an employee working the counter during the night shift at a tiny gas station in the middle of the woods. Join their journey of witnessing the unexplainable! Liminal spaces, ghosts and ghouls galore, there won’t be any jump-scares or hopelessness, just unsettling vibes with moments of comedy to lighten the mood. The podcast is in canonical order, meaning the first episode is Caro’s first ‘episode’ as well, learning as they go to create their podcast.

Interacting, sharing, liking and subscribing on my social media and the podcast itself really helps me get seen! I hope you enjoy the new episode.

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mobileleprechaun · 9 months

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On Home, Wally, and their dynamic

Warning: Big Long Post! Rambly. Speculative!

In the early days of the Welcome Home fandom, it was often speculated that Home's role in the narrative was antagonistic, one defined by coercive control and abuse of Wally. This idea of a sinister, manipulative Home has inspired many AUs, pieces of fanart and has overall made a big impression on the fandom's perspective of Home as a character.

While this still remains very possible as an outcome, especially given that the series is still in its prologue, a lot of what I've observed in the latest update has painted a very different picture in my mind.

Below are some miscellaneous observations, both from the update and from information we had prior to the update.

Wally is excited about Eddie potentially being able to lift Home in the storybook recording, as he would like Home to be able to get a hot dog from Howdy's bodega like he and Barnaby always do.

Wally speaks often of his love for Home in the guestbook, and even writes Home's signature for it at the bottom of the page.

Home is shown, in a famous piece of art on Clown's Tumblr, to be the "plus-one" Wally would invite to a wedding, and he's shown smiling fondly at it through the window of the chapel while it peers in from outside.

This piece of promotional art, as well as this crayon drawing from the April Fool's Day prank where Wally briefly took over Clown's Twitter to post his drawings, show a big Wally cradling a small Home in his arms. This is an inversion of their actual relationship, as Wally is just a little guy and Home is a great big house. In the latter drawing, Wally has obsessively written Home's name over and over again.

In the bug vignette featuring Barnaby and Home on the page with the script, Barnaby understands Home perfectly when it speaks and has a fluent back and forth with it. Its responses to him seem amused and sarcastic, and it generally looks to be having fun bantering with him and sassing him. When Barnaby becomes concerned for Wally at the end, Home's noises sound concerned and urgent, like worried questions. It's concerned for Wally's change in behavior too.

Conversely, Wally is shown in his audio excerpts from the show to be socially-awkward and unable to comprehend things like sarcasm and turns of phrase. At his best, he sounds like he's saying things he's rehearsed before. At his worst, especially in the audio messages he leaves, he struggles even to speak, as though he cannot find the right word or that speech itself is hard on him. He begins to hyperventilate and lose his grasp on proper intonation in the latter recordings, likely out of distress or frustration.

In the Morse code message on the So Below page, most people interpret what Home is saying as either "help" or "hello". The former indicates distress on its part, while the latter indicates it trying to go along with Wally, as he introduced it in the previous audio message and explained (while struggling not to hyperventilate) that it makes noises.

In the picture of Wally and Home in "So Below", Home's eye is shuddering in seeming distress while Wally is knelt at its window. Although this is commonly interpreted as an act of worship, Home does not look particularly happy or powerful here. Wally's outstretched hand may be caressing it, or otherwise trying to pat or soothe it. Wally's eyes shudder in a similar manner in the "Stay Quiet" page.

The dark substance beneath Home has begun leaking to the point that it is now visible on the desktop version of the Neighborhood page. This is very likely the same substance mentioned on the secret, staff-only page, which apparently causes "nausea, dizziness and fatigue" upon physical contact.

The impression that I've gotten from this is that Home and Wally are more akin to intimate peers – siblings, very close friends, possibly even romantic partners* – than they are to an abusive guardian and their child. Much of what I'm about to say is speculative, and may not hold up after further updates, but it's nonetheless the vibe I'm getting.

Wally and Home have a deep understanding of one another, deeper even than Wally's friendship with Barnaby. They are bound so tightly that one can scarcely exist without the other. Home shelters Wally within itself, granting him the sanctuary of its own body. Wally, in turn, grants Home a purpose as its inhabitant and tends to its needs, always making sure to help it feel included in neighborhood activities. Both are seen doting on one another with the sort of fondness only years of intimate familiarity can bring. Each is attuned to (and interested in) the other's needs.

Neither Home nor Wally are doing well at this point in the narrative. Wally is audibly deteriorating when he addresses us (or the Question-Answerer) in the audio snippets. He's barely able to keep it together, and some sort of horrific distortion is slipping into his voice. Home, meanwhile, has only seen its sludge problem get worse, and does not seem able to do much at all besides the occasional response in Morse code. These utterances are few and far between, especially compared to how chatty and lively it seemed in the Barnaby vignette. It seems withdrawn, perhaps even exhausted. It is very likely sick.

Home has, up until this point, been "the strong one" in the relationship, as a house must be. In addition to bearing up its body as shelter for Wally, it may have carried the little fellow's social burdens, as it seems to hold its own very well in conversation. But now it's fallen ill. Gravely ill. It's unable to go and look for help, being a house, and is put in a precarious situation due to its immobility. None of the other neighbors are around to help it.

Wally cares for his Home deeply. He is grateful for its shelter and its friendship. He's the only one who can help it now – it's finally his turn to be strong. He wants desperately to protect it, to find help for it, and this is what drives him to reach out. But he doesn't know how one asks for help, or how even to describe the problem. His tranquil neighborhood never made him confront that reality, and he's now left floundering. Home can only watch helplessly, through a haze of sickness, as he humiliates himself again and again in his pained, futile struggle to be understood.

It's driving him mad. It's forcing him to feel emotions he can barely describe. Every attempt only serves to further terrorize the Question-Answerer and double his own anger and misery.

But he can't stop. He must be strong for Home. He will make his neighbor understand.

So TL;DR, I see it as less "Home has Wally trapped!" or "Wally is doing something bad to Home!" and more this heartbreaking nugget from Learning With Pibby. If Home is malevolent, I think Wally's going to be right there at its side. And if he manages not to be, I think it will be a tragic effect of the corruption rather than any innate badness Home has in it. I think we are shown how wonderful and precious this Home can be so it will be all the more heart-wrenching when that is no longer the case. At any rate, I am enthralled and am so grateful to be able to engage with this wonderful piece.

*I hate that I have to even say this, but – please don't misconstrue that I think siblings and romantic partners are the same thing, or any other implication therein. I'm an eldest sibling myself and find the idea abhorrent. I say this only because relationships in a text can be very ambiguous, and there are many flavors of closeness between people that share similarities.

Anyway, thank you so much if you read this far! Welcome Home has really given me the analysis bug again... heehee, bugs.

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demonsandmischief · 1 year

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-Chapter 8: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

600 Words

My Masterlist for previous chapters. Please read disclaimer in Ch. 1

"This weekend went by so fast," you said to Steve as you filled a travel mug full of coffee. You took a mug from the cabinet and filled it for him.

It was already Monday, and you were going straight to work. You had a great weekend that you didn't want it to end. You were supposed to go home yesterday, but you decided to extend your stay.

"I know," he said. "I'm glad you decided to spend one more night. I hope you won't be too late."

"Luckily, some borrowed clothes from Nat were all I needed," you smiled.

You picked up your bag, soaking in Steve's warm features.

"Just a few more weeks," you said gently.

He nodded. "A few weeks too long. Let me carry that out for you." He reached for your bag, but you stopped him.

"I know you're supposed to be training right now, and you need to go because you also meet with your therapist today."

Steve ultimately agreed and you said your goodbyes.

It was a long stretch through the compound to the parking garage.

"Hi, YN," someone said to your left, and you looked up from the window you had been looking out at while you walked.

You glanced over at the tall blonde dressed to impress. She was older, and familiar. You realized she was an old supervisor for some observations you completed during school.

"Hi," you said with a polite smile. "How are you?"

"I'm great." Her smile changed from polite to something else. "I've heard a lot of things about you lately."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused by her change in demeanor.

She shrugged, adjusting her briefcase on her shoulder.

"You know, I think doctor patient relationships are entirely inappropriate, especially when they involve criminals."

You frowned. "Criminals?" Was she calling the Avengers criminals?

"I'm sending a complaint to the board to have your license revoked," she said simply.

Your heart was pounding viciously in your chest. You felt like you were floundering, like a fish out of water. She couldn't do that. Why would she do that?

"After everything I have done for you," she scoffed. "This behavior is disgusting-"

"Dr. Reynolds," Bucky said. He stepped up behind you, preventing her from continuing. His hand gently skimmed your back before he dropped it. "You're late. Natasha hates to be kept waiting."

"Of course." Her polite smile returned, and she walked away, heels clicking on the floor.

Bucky ushered you into a dead end hallway, out of view of the main corridor.

"Buck," you whispered, gripping his soft t-shirt. You struggled to suck in a breath. You were certain your heart or lungs were going to burst in your chest from each labored inhale.

He soothed you. "Match me. I'm going to count to five."

You matched your breaths to the rise and fall of his chest until you could do it on your own. You dropped your head to his chest.

"She can't do that, can she?" you whispered. "Try to take away my licenses? I wouldn't be able to practice anymore, and-"

"Easy," he soothed. "Relax. We wouldn't let that happen."

"You can't control something like that," you looked up. He thumbed away a lone tear.

"Neither can you. I'm sure she was just bluffing to get under your skin. Honestly, everyone has been bragging about how differently you do things, I'm sure it was getting on her nerves."

He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

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"Come on," he said, picking up your bag. "I'll walk you to your car."

Here's Chapter 9

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons for yandere icarus?

''Let me take care of you my love, I always will even if you don't want to.'' - Icarus.

❝⚡— lady l: I hope you like these headcanons, anon! I certainly enjoyed writing Icarus as a yandere a lot and I hope you will also enjoy how he was written. Feedbacks are always welcome and I'm sorry for any mistakes :) Good reading!!! 😊❤️

❝tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, uncontrolled jealousy, implied physical aggression, dub-con, implicit murder, threats, slight nsfw, unhealthy relationship.

❝pairing: yandere!icarus x gender neutral!reader

Icarus is known for his disobedient and impulsive behavior when he tried to fly across the Aegean Sea and this culminated in his death. His yandere features are slight but they're still there and he's developed a new obsession after laying his eyes on you and he doesn't intend to lose you.

His love for you is very strong and he is always there for you, he doesn't like to be left out and will act annoyingly if you ignore him. Icarus likes attention, but your attention even more and he lives for it, he craves your approval and love and he is willing to do anything to get it.

He is very delusional actually, he thinks you are together before you are and if anyone dares to try to break the illusion he will act in strange and even violent ways depending on the person. He won't listen to anyone but you, and he will even go against his own father if he objects to your relationship. He loves you, why can't others understand that?

There are few things he wouldn't do for you and one of them is letting you fly, he might be being extremely hypocritical and it's not like he really cares but he doesn't want anything to happen to you. He can't let anything happen to you and even though he trusts you and his father, he's still not taking any chances.

Icarus is the type of person that will always put you first in everything, he lives for you, he breathes and would die for you, he is willing to do anything for you. If you asked him to kill his own family he would do it without question, he is an obedient yandere for you and you only. You wield all kinds of power over which even he doesn't know, even he doesn't quite know the extent of his obsession with you but one thing is certain, he will do whatever you order and ask.

In contrast to him being obedient to you, Icarus will demand your presence constantly, he won't listen if you say it's not possible or how unrealistic it was, he'll take what he wants and if he wants you, he'll have you. He knows he might be being a bad boy but he doesn't care about any of it, he wants you all the time, in every way and will act violently if his demands are not met.

To say he's clingy is stupid, Icarus is a very, so much, clingy. He wants to be with you all the time, if he can follow you to the bathroom for example, he will. You're the one who has to set limits for him, and chances are he won't respect them, but you're the one who has to control them. You are the only one who can make him listen and he will listen to you, even if he doesn't like being too far away from you, he will if you tell him to. But he likes to snuggle with you, he likes to have you in his arms or to lay in your arms and listen to your heartbeat, he loves everything about you.

Icarus is insanely jealous of you, he is a spoiled man and he will not be deprived of you, ever. He will act irritating and needy when he's jealous (something that happens all too often). He's not the type of guy who share you with anyone, no matter who it is, you are his and you will always be his. He is not the type to threaten people, but if he is feeling threatened by someone he will make death threats and promises to whoever is making him jealous and will be even more clingy than usual. Icarus will remind you who you belong in every possible way you can imagine.

He is overprotective of you, he has your back all the time, even when there is no danger of any kind in sight, he will still hold you protectively in his arms and make sure you are safe and warm. Icarus likes to take care of you, he always has, and even though he'll never tell you out loud, he likes it when you're vulnerable and allow yourself to be loved and cared for by him and him alone. It's adorable when you cringe and crawl into his arms, it's rhe Elysian Fields as far as he's concerned.

Icarus likes to take you in his time, taking all the necessary care and affection, you are and always have been his priority and he wants to make you feel nothing less than a goddess/god and he will. He would take you slow and agonizing, slowly pushing into your heat, enjoying your changing expressions, he wants to see the pure pleasure on your face, he craves it. Icarus likes to give more than he gets when it comes to you, he loves to eat you, lick your juices while circling your clit with his index finger is making slow finger movements, or sucking you hard, squeezing your entire length and licking your glans as if he was starving and he was, starving for you. He prefers to lick/suck you, he likes to taste you, but he won't protest if you want to do the same for him. He's kind and loving normally, but if he's jealous or you want him to, he'll be hard and rough with you.

Icarus is many things, impulsive, reckless and obedient, but he's all of those things just for you. He doesn't care if he needs to be any other way to please you, he will, because all that really matters at the end of the day is his happiness and he will do anything to see you happy. If you want expensive gifts then whatever, he will give it to you or if you prefer simple things he will give it to you too, none of that matters but only you and he will remind you of that every day of your life. You're important to him, the love of his life, and Icarus can't risk anything happening to you, ever. You are everything to him and he will protect and love you forever. Remember this, he is yours and you are his.

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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I honestly had so much fun working on your request sweetie, so thank you so much for reaching out and I hope you enjoy reading it ❤️

Title : Give us your blessing

Characters : Bakugo/ Shouto x Fem reader (Katsuki's sister)

Genre : Tooth rotting sweetness/ a tiny bit of angst/ Suggestive themes/ One shot

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Being the sister of one of the top heroes in the country, and the girlfriend of an equally powerful one should come with its merits, but it's not always as glamours as it might seem.

Sneaking around, meeting in secret, being formal with the other in public, the constant worry of being found out.. it's exhausting, but he's worth it.

_ "Hey Shouto stop that," you giggle as you try to escape the clutches around your waist, "he'll be here any minute."

_ "Just a bit more, I haven't seen you in days." he groans against your neck, pecking your soft skin and savoring your sweet scent.

It's true, you haven't been able to be with him for almost a week, but that's nothing new, you two have been apart for that long before, more times than you care to count, only resorting to phone calls and video chats to ease your longing for each other.

_ "Why don't you come over later? I'll ask Katsuki to relieve me from tonight's shift," you thread your fingers through his hair and smile as his beaming features come into sight.

_ "I'd love that, we'll have dinner together and stay up late, and maybe.."

_ "And maybe later on you'll get to see me in my new sexy lace lingerie." your voice drops to a whisper as you murmur your words against his parted lips.

_ "Don't do this to me y/n, I'm barely able to control myself."

And just when your lips are finally touching, a loud growl pierces your ears and forces you apart, before the door flies open revealing a grumpy Katsuki.

_ "What are you two doing in my office?" your brother walks in, dragging his legs over to his desk before placing the documents he's been holding.

_ "Hey Bakugo, I've been in the neighborhood and wanted to drop by before going back to the agency." Shouto smiles as he approaches his friend.

_ "Seems like you have a lot of free time on your hands man, leaving everything to your sidekicks while wandering around in the middle of the day." Katsuki's irritated expressions haven't changed– not that either you or Shouto care if they would, both of you know more than anyone else that there is really nothing malicious behind his behavior.

_ "Alright, I'll get back to work, now that you're here." you address your brother before giving his friend– your boyfriend, a polite nod and walk out of the office.

_ "That was so close." you lean against the wall and heave a sigh of relief before returning to your station.

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Later that night

A gentle knock on your front door kindles your heart as you instantly sense who it belonged to.

_ "I'm coming Shouto!" you fly to welcome him and jump in his arms as soon as he comes into view.

_ "Hey beautiful," he holds you close, breathing in your sweet scent before kissing your lips fervently.

His kisses have always taken your breath away, and this time as well, you find yourself lost in the sensation.

His arms hold you tighter, while his tongue invades your welcoming mouth in a dance for dominance.

It's warm, passionate, intense, loving, sensual..

_ "What the fuck!!!"

You two flinch, instantly turning your heads to the source of noise.

You place your palm over your heaving chest and bite down on your lip as your heart tries fighting its way out of your ribcage. Reason?

You are standing face to face with your enraged brother who has just witnessed his little sister and his best friend in the most compromising position possible..

_ "Katsuki, what are you doing here? and how did you get in?" in your frightened state, it has slipped your mind that your brother owns a copy of the key to your apartment– for when he comes to visit, though he rarely ever uses it, "listen, I can explain, we.." you begin but his roaring voice interrupts you immediately.

_ "You shut the fuck up! I'll deal with you later," he then turns his attention to his friend– who pulls you behind himself, shielding you from your furious sibling, "how can you do this bastard? out of every girl on the planet, you had to pursue my sister?!"

_ "Bakugo please calm down it's not what you think," Shouto is trying his hardest to keep you away from your brother's wrath, "I'm serious about her, I'm in love with her."

Your heart skips a beat hearing his confession, and it's not that he hasn't said those words to you before, it's just that no matter how many times he does, the pounding of your heart remains the same.

And suddenly, your mind travels back to the day you shyly asked him out on a date all those months ago, only to harshly snap out of it with your brother's yelling:

_ "This means nothing to me! You should've spoken to me first! Have you not considered the possibility of being seen before sticking your tongue down my sister's throat?"

Truthfully, Shouto has always wanted to get Katsuki's blessing since day one, but your answer has always been the same "I'm not sure if this is a good idea, you know his temper more than anyone else."

And now, he's being blamed for your own mistake.

_ "Leave him alone brother, this one is on me." you step out of your boyfriend's cover, as you finally decide to take a stand.

_ "Y/n don't do this sweetheart, let me take care of it." Shouto turns to face you, cradling your cheeks and whispering his pleas while overlooking Katsuki's sparking fists, but you have already decided to handle your brother on your own this time.

_ "That's okay Shouto, let me speak to him." the reassuring smile you offer him seems to work, as he steps to the side –albeit reluctantly, allowing you to face your outraged sibling.

_ "Listen Katsuki, I want to apologize for hiding something so important from you, but please understand that I only did so because I was scared of your reaction," your boyfriend's soothing palm over your shoulder has given you the bravery to speak freely for once, "I know you're feeling betrayed right now, but that's the last thing either one of us want."

_ "How long has it been?" he sounds calm, but you know better than to take it as a good sign.

_ "Five months, two weeks and four days," Shouto takes a step forward as he answers a question that wasn't even directed at him, "listen to me Bakugo, you're my best friend and you know me better than anyone, I would've never even considered a relationship with y/n if I wasn't truly serious about her."

_ "Serious? what do you mean by that?" they are now only a few steps away from each other, leaving you in the background praying for a miracle.

_ "Well.. we haven't talked about it yet, but I was thinking that maybe one day, when we're both ready, I would ask her hand in marriage.." he smiles shyly, averting his gaze and scratching the back of his head.

_ "What?!" and as if on cue, you and your brother yell in unison.

_ "Do you really mean that?" you slowly approach him, no longer caring about anything else in the world.

_ "I really do," he turns around to face you, holding your hands in his and kissing them tenderly, "I've been in love with you for so long, but I've never had the courage to ask you out since you're my best friend's sister, that's why the day you confessed your feelings to me was the happiest of my life," he stops for a moment to take a deep breath before carrying on, "I know it's probably too early, but when the time comes, I would love to ask you to.."

_ "When the time comes, I promise I'll say yes"

Tears of happiness are resting on your eyelashes, only to be kissed away by the man who provoked them.

_ "Did you fuckers forget I'm still standing here?!"

Truthfully, for a moment you two did, but you are no longer worried about his harmless barking as his expressions are now softer.

_ "I promise I'll do my best to make her happy."

_ "You better do bastard or I'll kill you."

Your heart swells seeing the look of trust they both exchange, before your brother gives you a tight hug and bids you both good night.

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electronickingdomfox · 1 month

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"Web of the Romulans" review

Novel from 1983, by Melinda S. Murdock. An okay story, with competent writing and plot building, even if not particularly memorable. And a bit sexist at times. I feel the story is sufficient for an episode of the series, but a bit short for something novel-length. However, this is alleviated by the fact the narrative switches between the Enterprise crew, the Romulans, and another Starfleet officers. And that's probably its most remarkable feature: the Romulans receive as much attention (or even more) than Kirk and crew. Actually, the Enterprise characters seem under-developed, when compared with the new introductions.

As an aside, what's the deal with the Pocket Book covers of this era? They all look so similar, with the characters wearing the ugly pajamas from TMP even when they don't match the timeframe of the story! This is one of such cases. The novel is set immediately after the episode "Tomorrow is Yesterday", since the Enterprise computer is still malfunctioning and calling Kirk "dear". Strangely enough, there are references to much later episodes.

Some spoilers under the cut:

The first half presents a very similar situation to the one in "The Klingon Gambit". The Enterprise is at an impasse with an enemy ship (there Klingons, here Romulans) where neither dare to attack first. While the situation aboard the Enterprise deteriorates progressively (there because of the mutinous behavior of the crew, here of the computer).

What was just a little comedic detail in "Tomorrow is Yesterday", is greatly expanded here. The ship's computer has been programmed with a feminine personality (and by "feminine", read "irrational, over-emotional, inefficient and jealous"). Step by step, the computer stops responding to anybody who's not its beloved Kirk, and centers all its attention on the Captain, while systems shut off here and there. There are many comedic scenes where crewmembers find with frustration that the computer only produces the food or clothes that Kirk likes. Though after so many examples, the joke overstays its welcome. Nonetheless, I found quite funny the scene where Scotty is trying to consult his technical journals, but only gets pictures of Abraham Lincoln from the computer.

In the Romulan side, we learn a lot about the Bird of Prey's commander, S'Talon, his past, and his close relationship with his centurion (eventually romantic, of course, since the centurion is a woman). His ship has been sent as a form of decoy to stall the Enterprise, while the Praetor proceeds into Federation territory with a fleet, in some as yet undisclosed mission.

After sweet-talking his way into the computer's heart, Kirk finally regains control of his ship, just when S'Talon starts attacking. Taken by surprise, the Bird of Prey is crippled beyond salvation. But, before the Romulans can sacrifice themselves in the self-destruct sequence, they're beamed aboard the Enterprise. There, the truth about the Romulans' mission is revealed: the Empire is dying under a virulent plague, that has claimed the lives of a third of the population. And S'Talon's centurion dies as well, revealing her secret love for him in her last breath. Thus, the Romulans were just seeking the cure for the disease, in a certain Federation planet which produces the necessary medicine.

The second half (in my opinion more interesting) has Kirk offering to mediate between the medicine-producing planet and the Romulans, to find a peaceful agreement. However, the Enterprise has been cut off from communication with Starfleet for a long time, due to the computer's malfunctions. The top brass, suspecting Kirk is dead, misunderstands the situation and believes the Romulans are about to start a war. They send a Federation fleet to the Romulan border. And a paranoid Admiral, in charge of espionage and obsessed with Romulans, almost blows up the war fuse at the last moment. He's a seedy character; might be a precedent for the later Section 31?

Anyway, the novel offers an interesting insight into Starfleet's inner affairs and power struggles. As well as those in the Romulan Empire.

Spirk Meter: 0/10*. Nothing that comes to mind.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek tos #star trek novels #novel review

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heartlurch · 4 months

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hello heart! how are you ?? i was wondering with the bakaneko ryokan au… if nene was to go into cat heat like normal cats do.. how would she act?? would she temporarily just stay in a room until it goes away.. or would amane tempt her into getting rid of it?

mfw I get this ask and I get to talk about Bakeneko Ryokan AU and also hananene cat sex~ 😇 Heehoo...

Let's start out with, I do genuinely think Nene-chan experiences heat cycles in this world. My overall HC for the bakeneko is that they're behaviorally identical to normal cats, as a bakeneko starts their life as ordinary cats before essentially aging into a proper yokai. For a lot of Nene's life, she was a normal domestic girlie, eating kibbles, playing with her touys. I think the transition into bakeneko status grants more human-level sapience, magical qualities, kind of elevating them.

This creates an interesting creature, as I do not think bakeneko themselves identify as humans, but they are now a bit different from their fellow cats. I imagine they feel a sort of superiority above both species, basically like if a cat had access to human commodities and magic, feeling beyond the capabilities of both. Yet able to still indulge in batting a toy mouse around or eating treats from squeeze-tube. A funny life, in that way. Best of both worlds?

Soo, I do not think Nene is ashamed of her heat cycle, as it's something she's lived with for years by now. Though I think it is perhaps inconvenient, and potentially a little embarrassing at times, as she IS seeking to be famous, draw in ikeman toms. Ideally, Nene would want to come off as cool, mature, elegant. A seductress... Maybe it is hard to feel that way when dealing with the urge to yowl and scrabble along the ground. Confidence takes time. Perhaps in her wildest fantasies, she's at the center of a frenzy, with toms circling around her and taking turns, but I don't think she's close to achieving anything like that yet lol. She just got here. All in due time, she might think. (Not quite, sweetie.) But in the meantime...

Sakura is an experienced bakeneko and has long run this establishment. There seems to be a casual mix of regular cats (?) and bakeneko... I think she is quite aware of her species predilections, is generous about time off. Nene could request that within reason and just be granted some time to, do whatever she has to. So the next step is to hole herself up and try to ride it out. Being a bakeneko might lend enough self-control to isolate and take precautions, not wanting to get entangled with just anyone.

Now the devil in the room here is 1. heat makes you crazy and just want to have sex whatever the cost 2. you have a pervert coworker that is explicitly interested in you, hovering within your vicinity.

IMO Amane's personality works heinously well as a tomcat, wielding a sort of terrible charm along with being jealous and clingy, the type to harass... More unleashed than canon boy, able to express himself in things such as marking territory. Doesn't help that Amane seems to be a nekomata, something more powerful and insidious than the bakeneko — easy to think he imagines himself really controlling this space. (Much like he is the leader of the mysteries.) I really think of him obsessively patrolling, spraying against all sorts of features of the ryokan, fences, the rocks, trees, out and about. High tail as he trots around in feral form.

As is often the case with HanaNene I feel as though Amane being some. Scrappy, scraggly little black cat, with such a shitty demeanor is like, not, what Nene envisions as 'her type'. He's not quite, impressive or gentlemanly enough to make her want to give in to his flirting. A bit kimochi warui... But ultimately she does like him, they have their little joint routines to welcome guests, doing dances, they can roll around and play with toys together, heh.

It's emphasized Nene is a new hostess here, in-training, likely with Amane himself overseeing her integration into the ryokan. I don't get the impression they've known each other very long. We're seeing a girl pretty early on in the wear-down arc that Iro-sensei likes to write (lol.) So I feel as though their closeness is progressing at a steady rate... It's a playful dynamic, currently, but hasn't escalated to something more intimate. Perhaps they are on the cusp of 'something more'...

Beyond that though there's a weird contingency in this AU where Amane is fanning Nene-chan's bloodlust for humans. Psychologically this is madness because he has a secret human 'brother' here. It makes me feel like Nene is being messed with, unbeknownst to her... Whatever his motives are, they are bad. She sounds impatient, needy and demanding, wanting to eat a human, and Amane is there like rubbing her shoulders about it, IDK, this is really weird. I do not think this is quite the same as wanting to eat food, I think it is perhaps more comparable to a supernatural, magnetic pull, the way a vampire craves human blood for example. (At least, that's more likely to be depicted as an affinity beyond liking, sushi, yk?)

How to say... Amane feels like he is 'in charge' of Nene, guiding her, mentoring her, and kind of predatory about it... He is a more powerful, long-lived entity, and has more experience than she does with things. I feel as though he regards her as something he will eventually conquer — it's not about 'if' she'll have him, just When. He's also just a nasty guy so I do think he is very keyed into her physical status, awaiting her heat, intending to to intercept her once it commences. Certainly, Amane isn't going to let anyone else make a move... A guy with a plan.

Right before Nene would take time off, I think Amane would kind of catch wind of something, just ah, attuned to a shift in scent. (He smells her frequently, rudely.) This is like ✔Amane will remember that. Bookmarks you in my mind. Once informed she will not be working for a while it's like naruhodo... Now a smarter girlie would perhaps leave the premises, to not be accessible by This Guy Specifically, but alas. I don't think it occurs to her... So I think it's really easy for Amane to swoop in. Whether he directly knocks on her door, or stakes out her room until she leaves it, follows her on her way to the mess hall or the baths... Anything like that. (Though amusingly enough, if he was at her door, I feel like Nene would hide under a cabinet all wide-eyed. N-no, not him... *licks lips nervously*) Once she actually comes into contact with him, it's a quick descent — not able to meaningfully resist... You know, suddenly that smooth, low purr of a voice is hypnotic, the invasive touches on her shoulder prickle heat. Mrrarhhh...

Now what I like about ♀️cats is their fussiness, how they're attitude gets like... [yowls] [running up against, tail pushed to the side invitingly] [but like HISSES... SLAPS!!] As needy as Nene is, I think she will not like being messed with too long, like don't play with my hair and make eyes at me, this is serious-!! She'll be like ONEGAI!! I'm... CAN'T TAKE IT!! Cries!! Baps your face. Which only fuels Amane's condescension, now it's like oooh she's got it bad, poor thing clicks tongue... You really need my help... Well, OK, even when you act like that, I can be nice to you. ❤ He would just enjoy feeling so in control, here to alleviate a girl, shh shhh... You can rely on me. ❤ I'll treat you reeeeal nice...❤❤

For first times I like to think about human forms, almost for the most finesse, Amane fingering her a lil, penetrating, messing with loosening her yukata and undoing her hair, all these things he's wanted to do but hasn't been able to. Show, me your boobs, thanks... Rarar. But I think there's a basic satisfaction in feral sex that they'd both enjoy, alternating between sex, grooming, rolling around, flirting. Hissing, slap slap slap, purr purr...

I also like thinking about interactions between feral and human form, but that would take more trust in their dynamic. I think Nene has a little bit of dignity, if Amane holds her as a kittycat she like is difficult about it lol, I can imagine like. Letting you touch her pussy like that, is kinda, off-limits, but when accessed it's quite blissful... Able to lounge in lap, get massaged across her body, smackled a bit on her sides. I THINK her size even means some penetration can happen in this state, get a fingertip in, bump sheath against. (I'm INDULGENCE, I like to think of cat pp even in human form...) On the flip side I think Amane is quite open to being messed with as a cat, though honestly because I feel as though he's soo comfortable with Tsukasa and they are already interspecies freaks doing god knows what. Amane perhaps far too ready to hump your face, like this. Hm... Well whenever you're ready, Nene.

Naturally they'd tend to be inclined to have sex in short bursts, taking breaks between, which I think they'd enjoy, but I also think there'd be a point of wanting to push past the simple biological imperative. I kind of think of Amane as a fetishistic weirdo, too used to his human and into human behaviors... Doesn't want to only mess with Nene when she is heat, it'd actually be sad to him, if she always needed like, a biological trigger. Can be FUN, enjoy interfacing with it, but definitely intends to go beyond that, as they get closer. As a result I think Nene will be really taken on a ride, it'd feel like marathon sex with this creep. The event horizon is Tsukasa gets involved and that's... going to be weird, what with the prey-drive firing of. ? Food ? Sex ? At once ? ?? ? How strange... (All subconscious though, I think Nene would be kept in the dark for a while. And she is like not so, smart, in this world, I thinks.)

And those are... my little thoughts. :3c

#asks #it's so novel to answer a shippy thing here #also i enjoi being called 'heart'

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landinrris · 4 months

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I need to get my soapbox out for this one. I can’t not agree with you more on the twinklaren and mctwinks terms. It just gets my knickers in a twist for multiple reasons.

1) twink is historically meant to be a thin, white, young gay man.

A)While neither driver has declared their sexuality publicly, Oscar is in a straight relationship with a women, and it doesn’t feel right to use a gay term to refer to him. Lando has dated at least one woman in the past and has never said anything different. I really don’t like using a term for a gay man for Lando since there is so much open speculation about his sexuality and using the term seems like a presumption on our part. If he is something other than straight, he can make it public or not in his own time.

B) Using a term that refers to the body shape of anyone male/female/other doesn’t feel great either. Especially since they are not the stereotypical thinness of a twink. They are incredibly fit muscular young men who spend a lot of time and effort on their physical fitness for their jobs. I don’t think we should be referring to their body shapes in general but especially not calling them them as thin/waifish as that promotes a muscular body standard for men who have a thinner body type that is difficult to obtain.

2)I know shipping them is popular, but the use of twink makes certain assumptions about their sexuality and is strong on the shipping side of things. I personally feel that shipping should stay in rpf and certain online communities and not in spaces they can see. When I see these terms used in instagram or twitter under the official McLaren accounts it feels icky. The whole Oscar heart eyes thing under Mclarens instagram account is out of control.

3)I am a straight female. Using a term that is from the gay community and that I don’t know the deep history and meaning up just feels icky as well. I would never go up to one of my gay friends and say “oh you are such a twink” so why would I think it’s okay to use it online?

My suggestion for a change. I think we can still keep the whole fun word play, but just change it a bit. Turn it into McTwins and TwinClaren. They do have similar features and similar mannerism. The twinning is cute, and doesn’t have any underlying commentary on their sexuality or body types. It’s almost more brotherly, the idea of twin brothers. It would take a lot of the ick out of it for me.

Anyway, stepping down from my soapbox now. Sorry for the rant

This sums up a lot of my feelings really well. I love your soapbox and you should never get down.

Among all the points you listed here, I never go into comment sections because it's always a hellhole, but seeing you say people comment twink- and heart-eyed-related things makes me want to die. People (both fandom and admins at this point) lose boundaries more and more every day.

I personally don't ship Lando and Oscar (though that's not news), nor do I think they really even look like each other apart from both being young white guys with dark hair, but a change in how people refer to them as a pair would be welcome in my eyes. I will personally keep tagging their joint things with "sibling behavior" because you're right, their relationship is very brotherly in my eyes.

#ask

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forbidden-sunlight · 9 months

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yandere!dark schneider with shinobu!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, isekai!au, manga spoilers, dubious consent, aged up!reader (reader is in early twenties), Lucien and Yoko are 17-18 years old, violence, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

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

Hey guys, welcome to these headcanons, featuring the handsome, arrogant wizard Dark Schneider of the Netflix's anime series Bastard!! Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy and the character!reader who is Shinobi Kocho from the beloved world of Demon Slayer aka Kimetsu no Yaiba! :)

Special thanks to @anniespostssworld for helping me bounce back ideas and scenarios that would work best for these headcanons, so this dedicated to them and to all of the other fellow Bastard!! fans.

If you haven't seen either of these shows, I highly recommend them as to me, they are well worth watching and give me a good laugh after a particularly long day at work. Please bear in mind that Bastard!! might not be suited for everyone and does have some moments that may not be ideal for photosensitive viewers.

If you would like to see a fluffier version of these headcanons, I will leave a link to them here.

If you'd like me to write more for the Bastard!! world just let me know in a comment or message.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's dive into this world of heavy metal rock, magic, and utter mayhem :)

Although you will never get used to being dressed up like this, the dark leathers that were strapped across your body protected you from the chilly morning air.

Draped in colors ranging from chocolate brown to soft tan, your legs were covered by dark pants and knee-high buckled boots. The upper half of this outfit consisted of a double-layered tunic that was lighter shade than the top layer, an onyx-dyed vest, with an iron breastplate. The sleeves were usually pushed up to your elbows, keeping your hands free to work uninhibitedly, though when working with herbs or chemicals, your fingers would be protected by a pair of dark gloves. Pinned to the back of your head was a butterfly-shaped barrette. Hanging around your neck was a frayed reminder of the life you once had; the tattered remains of your sister’s white butterfly patterned haori, that still carried the scent of wisteria and the longing to be wrapped up in Kanae’s arms just one more time.

It was hard to believe today marked the five-year anniversary since your arrival in the kingdom of Meta-llicana. Here in this world, you were not the Insect Hashira who had died in battle against Douma but an apothecary who worked under the royal family. You navigated through the intricate spider-web of the aristocracy and politics who stared at you in contempt or envy for being a ‘self made commoner’ with a polite smile and wave of your hand. When there was silence in the castle, you read yellowed scrolls and brittle-paged texts alike over candlelight, trying to expand on your pharmaceutical knowledge in this world with what you currently knew as the primary healer of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Those nerves of steel were exceptionally helpful when a plague swept over this country from the West and you were arguing with stubborn medical practitioners who believed they were more knowledgeable and experienced than you were to handle the situation simply because of your age and gender.

Ah, it took a lot of self control to refrain yourself from snapping their necks and hiding their bodies~.

And all of these events occurred within just two years. My, my!

Between attending to patients and self-studying, you found a blacksmith in town who was willing to take a look at your broken ninichirin blade. Although the pieces were kept together inside a lacquered box that would cost a years’ salary for a farmer, the places you had gone to previously were either booked for the next several months, or did not want to do business with an outsider. He took one look at it and asked you to give him five gold coins, and he’ll fix it in one week. An expensive fee, but you did not see the harm in giving him a chance; after all, he was willingly to give you a chance, so that must mean something in this world, did it not?

Within the promised time frame, not only had he repaired your sword by melting magic stones mined from the nearby mountains and forging it into the existing blade but he had also thrown in a scabbard made from shimmering red dragon scales; light as a feather, but extremely durable and fireproof. That was how you made your fourth acquaintance in this world.

The first three were High Priest Geo and his two children, Yoko and Lucien, who had found you wandering the outskirts of the kingdom and nursed you back to health.

If Meta-llicana were to fall into the clutches of the Dark Rebel Army, you could put your life on the line to protect them. Although….was it odd that an eighteen-year-old young man like Lucien Renlen was much shorter than you, or how he still came to the palace before dawn arrived just to help you collect herbs in the forest behind the palace, a sacred area that was only accessible to very few people outside of the royal family?

Yoko kept teasing you that he finally had a crush on a pretty girl who worked in the palace, but you weren’t amused. You might still be considered much younger than twenty-three because you were still shorter than most of the tall, regal ladies in the palace, Lucien should seek out other girls than the ones he only socializes with. However, you weren’t his caretaker and had no control over his life as Yoko seemingly had as his surrogate sister and a temporary guardian when her father was away from the country.

‘[First Name]!”

Blinking, you looked away from the basket of herbs by your feet and glanced over your shoulder to see Lucien running towards you, red-faced and smiling….holding a fistful of poison ivy instead of the lily of the valley that you asked him to look for since the flowers on your desk were starting to dry up.

You never would have realized that this simple, innocent boy whom you adored was the reincarnation of humanity’s most evil wizard: Dark Schneider.

The dark sorcerer Osborn attacked Meta-llicana with an army of hobgoblins, werewolves, ogres, and many other monsters. His objective was to remove the kingdom’s sacred magic that sealed away the power of the demon god Anthrasax, no matter the cost. But you nor the knights who were the last line of the castle’s defense would allow such an evil to be reawakened again.

It had been a good thing that you resumed training in secret as soon as your sword had been fixed. Let others think that the blade strapped to your hip was just for show. After all, there is no better opportunity to reveal your skills than a smoky battlefield~.

To your mild surprise Bon Jovia, the captain of the knights, did not reprimand nor mock you as you landed gracefully on the blood-soaked ground, incapacitating a frothing werewolf with the Butterfly Dance: Caprice, Illusionary Light. Instead, he thanked you for saving him and his men before pleading for your assistance with keeping the oncoming hordes from getting on the drawbridge. You smiled, saying you were more than happy to oblige…just be aware that you might cause just a little bit of damage to the castle if things get a little tough.

He nodded and barked orders at the men under his command to cover any incoming attacks aimed at you so that you could focus on the bigger, more powerful monsters. Between their formations and Insect Breathing, the creatures did not get on the drawbridge…and yet that son of bitch Osborn managed to get inside the castle through a secret entrance that only the royal family and the priests knew about.

You felt an ache in the back of your throat. Yoko and Lucien were in the castle, hiding from the madness and now these bastards were coming for them and Princess Sheila. Cursing under your breath, you darted down the flight of underground stairs, brandishing your sword and ignoring the shouting from behind. But as you continued to veer from left to right, following only your instinct and the light of the torches wedged into the stone walls, you heard footsteps behind you. Ara, ara, It seems like you weren’t going into the fight alone, after all.

One of the knights that was certainly not the captain eventually caught up with you and took the lead, guiding you and the others straight to the statue of the fertility goddess beneath the chapel. But just when the knight carefully and slowly pushed it to the right, there was a sudden scream. He wanted to close it in case there was an enemy close by, but you were not allowing that to happen. Instead, you persuaded him to move the statue just enough to see what was going on.

And as it turned out, staying hidden was the best choice; because instead of the royal family, or your precious friends being killed by demons, the demons were being slaughtered by a very powerful, and a very naked man with white hair screaming odd words in an extremely loud voice.

Damned!

Shumega…megadeath

Sodom!

Your eyes widened in shock as torrents of hellfire and lightning erupted from the man’s palms, eliminating the ogres and other demons in a single blow. Although he destroyed them…that bastard had the nerve to eliminate Osborn with a Venom spell, roasting the son of a bitch when you wanted to make him suffer with a vial of an experimental poison hidden in your pocket.

The knight bursted to the surface when the threat had been eliminated, his comrades following close behind to check on the priests and the royal family. You immediately went to Yoko’s side, pulling her to you and pointing your sword at the mysterious man possessing bushy brows and sharp blue irises who couldn’t keep his hands off of your friend. You smiled at him.

“Ara, ara, you’re quite familiar with Yoko…but I must ask that you refrain yourself from being too familiar with her, unless,” You lowered your blade to his balls. “You’d like for me to permanently remove a part of your anatomy?”

The man stared at you with fear and arousal dancing in those wild blue irises, his hands instinctively covering his precious cargo. Yoko tugged on the frayed edges of your haori.

“D-Don’t do that, [First Name]! That’s Lucien! Dark Schneider is Lucien!”

You blinked in shock, the smile on your face slowly falling away as you absorbed Yoko’s words. Lucien, the sweet young man….Lucien Renlen was the second identity of the dark wizard, Dark Schneider? There were two identities sharing the same body? What?!

This….this was too much. Crocodile tears threatened to prick the corner of your eyes. How in heaven’s name did this even happen? Why does such a cliche troupe always occur in shounen manga? Wait, why are you thinking like this?! You thought, reluctantly sheathing your blade back into its inky scabbard at your hip.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, Yoko noticed Dark Schneider leaving the chapel and went after him.

You wanted to follow her…but there were people here who needed medical attention, whether you liked it or not. Your oath to help those in need kept you from protecting your friend from a potentially dangerous bastard. You just prayed Yoko knew what she was doing. You knew she was strong…but did she have enough magic to protect herself from a capricious man like Dark Schneider? You shook your head, and began tending to one of knights who had been in here protecting the others.

As it turned out, she didn’t need much protection from Dark Schneider because she had returned less than an hour later to the chapel with Lucien draped in armor and dark clothes twice in size, staring at you in confusion and happiness.

Yoko’s abbreviated version of events went something like this: To release Dark Scneider, a virgin maiden’s kiss and the recital of a spell called Accept were the requirements. Yoko fulfilled at the behest of the priests, even when three of them had been the ones to leak the blueprints of the castle to Osborn in exchange for their loyalty to the Dark Rebel Army so long as they were spared from the slaughter. But they were the ones that Osborn killed first before he ordered his ogres to attack Princess Sheila and her father, the king of Meta-llicana.

Dark Schneider got rid of them because he owed a debt to Yoko, tried to leave so he could begin his plans for world domination, but when he gave her a farewell kiss, the dark wizard ended up being sealed up inside Lucien again.

Well…not what you were expecting, but you were glad that she and Lucien had come back to Meta-llicana unscathed. You had hoped that this would be the first and only time you would cross paths with Dark Schneider.

Unfortunately, not even a month after Osborn’s assault, another general from the Dark Rebel Army came barrelling through the kingdom with a five-headed hydra. And this time, Yoko did not want to relieve the embarrassment of watching everyone kiss her adopted little brother again. Nor did she want to release Dark Schneider in fear that he would try to kill her father now that he had returned home from his journey in another land.

Geo had been the one who sealed Dark Schneider inside Lucien as soon as he was reborn, when the war fifteen years ago ended with the wizard’s loss against the deceased crown prince and the older brother of Princess Sheila, Lars Ul Meta-llicana.

The High Priest scoffed. “It’s a kiss. Stop overreacting.”

“Are you really gonna talk to your own daughter that way?!” Yoko shrieked in the king’s audience chamber as the priests began to panic at the thought that their city, their Meta-llicana, will truly fall into the hands of the Dark Rebel Army unless Dark Schneider was reawakened. You frowned slightly. Geo did raise a valid point in his spiel about the demon god and the Hydra Wizards were, according to some reading you had done on them after the Osborne incident, able to adapt to spells unique to monsters and their summoners. And if you were honest with yourself, which you were….you doubted that you could rally some troops again to help combat this fiend.

The Hydra is infamous not only for having multiple heads and being able to breathe fire. Its scales were just as durable as a dragon’s, which means that your blade could very well break before it could slice through an artery.

You smiled through the unease piling up in the back of your throat when you raised your hand. “I’ll do it.” You said. “I’ll perform the ceremony in Yoko’s place. You just need a virgin who knows white magic, yes? I can do some, if only to accelerate healing and create small barriers.” It was true. You had learned a little magic since coming to this world, but you preferred not to use it that often because overexertion can take a toll on the human body. You honestly did not think you could even do such a feat until you unintentionally used it to heal a scrape on Lucien’s knee a year ago.

Geo blinked, brows furrowing. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Mm. It is as you say, a kiss is just a kiss…with the exception of Princess Sheila’s case. If she were to perform the spell instead, then it would be seen as a sign that she takes Lucien as a husband. A kiss in the royal family cannot be given out unless it is in the sacred name of marriage. Or am I wrong, High Priest?”

He shook his head. “You are correct. And we cannot waste time with honor nor matters of purity when the enemy is closing in. Follow my instructions, and we will awaken Dark Schneider.”

You bowed your head. “As you wish.”

Yoko tried to protest, saying it wasn’t right for you to take on this burden when she is a high priestess-in-training and more qualified to do the Accept spell, but you shook your head.

“Ara, ara, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a kiss. If that is the price to save this kingdom and to protect your honor, then I will do so. Everything will be alright.” You smiled. “Trust me, Yoko.”

You then knelt in front of Lucien, smiling still as you asked him to come sit with you on the carpeted floor. The boy, bless him, followed your instructions without question and blinked, glancing back at Yoko for a brief moment before he refocusing his attention onto you. You reached forward and placed your palm over his own, which rested on his right knee. “Don’t worry, Lucien. Just relax and close your eyes for me, okay?”

He nodded, his face flushing slightly as he followed your request. Geo stood behind you, reciting the words slowly as you leaned forward, cupping Lucien’s cheek with your other hand.

“Accept this. In the name of Ino Mata, our beloved goddess of beauty, let this seal be broken.”

With the last syllable spoken, you gently pressed your mouth against the vessel of Dark Schneider’s.

A torrent of white lightning and black-blue miasma suddenly surrounded Lucien. The seal was broken. The bastard was waking up again to be used as a shield against the enemies of Meta-llicana's ….even when no one has the right to control a living thing, animal or person.

But when you pulled away, scrambling to put some distance between yourself and the wizard as the transformation began, you were tugged back towards him, your mouth colliding against his again. Fangs and tongue ran along your lips, begging to explore it. You tried to get away, yet your feeble strength did nothing to save you when Dark Schneider bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw droplets of blood and a pained gasp.

This single moment granted the bastard an opportunity to kiss you senseless, making it last as possible before he pulled away. A string of saliva had been created from this unholy union, the only evidence that the kiss even happened. However, Dark Schneider swallowed its remains in a single gulp, and swiped his rancid tongue over your mouth one more, cleaning up the mess he made as he grinned down at you.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” He purred.

You wanted to punch this son of a bitch. You wanted to cut off his testicles and stuff them in a jar so that he could never reproduce. You wanted him gone, and your Lucien back. Yet why is it…that when this bastard gazes at you, there is an urge to run away and never look back?

That is because from this very moment, you are all that Dark Schneider will want and ever need in the world. When you kissed him, you made him realize as both Lucien Renlen and Dark Schneider that you were the one he really loves, not Yoko. The Great Priest’s daughter might have treated him well over these past fifteen years, but Yoko did not treat his wounds or sneak candy into his pocket with a secretive smile. No matter how much he complained, you were there. You were always there for him.

Now, he will never let you out of his sight. He will cherish and treat you with the respect you had deserved for all you had done for this kingdom, to these ungrateful assholes. And once he has conquered the world, he will make you his queen and the bearer of his children.

No matter where you go or where you try to hide, he will always find you.

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5 Sides of Human

{Part three}

Genre: Mixed

Character profiles for the Mc’s featured in this series

Wc: ~5k

CW: swearing, VERY SUGGESTIVE & MENTIONS OF BEING SEXUALLY AROUSED, some depictions indicating poor boundaries surrounding sexual consent (but no assault or abuse), consumption of aphrodisiacs, anxiety/panic, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2 (specifically the hellfire newt syrup section)!

Part two <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> Part four

“Honestly. All it takes is Storm coming back to the Devildom, and suddenly all of you have lost it. I mean really...You all need to learn to maintain at least some semblance of composure.” Lucifer chastises his brothers as they all scramble around the kitchen. After Fern and Vivi left to re-arrange their living quarters, the brothers got into an argument over who could cook Storm a better meal, resulting in a rat-race in the kitchen. Lucifer stood idly by, trying to regain control over his brothers. Unfortunately for him, by the time he had the sense to pay attention to their behavior, the kitchen was already a disaster area.

Belphie scoffs, settling Blind Eel filets into the sauté pan he had in front of him. “Wow. I don’t believe what I’m hearing. You have some nerve pretending that you alone have managed to keep your cool.”

“Yeah, exactly!” Levi whines, trying to avoid his fingers as he chops strawberries for a parfait. “You’ve been all restless and excited ever since Storm showed up, and you know it!”

Asmo giggled, licking some sauce off of his finger. “Well, to be fair, he’s not the only one.”

“Sure, but no one lost their cool as much as Lucifer.” Satan glares at him from over his shoulder, trying to maintain focus on his mixing bowl. “The entire walk home he was going off on tangents and talking a mile per minute. Also, taking the only seat next to Storm for himself. I mean, really. How obvious can you be?”

“Yep, there’s a reason Diavolo sent us all home early.” Beel noted, tracing patterns in some spilled flour on the counter. “Which is great, because I wouldn’t have been able to focus much longer, since I was already hungry and all.”

“You’re all wrong.” Lucifer growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “The reason I was talking so much was to work out all of your tasks before next meeting, not because I was restless or excited. I simply value Diavolo’s precious time, and don’t want to use any more of it than is necessary.”

“Mmmhm. Whatever you say, Lucifer.” Asmo rolled his eyes, continuing to whisk the contents of his ramekin at a brisk pace.

“Hey, stop gabbin’ n’ listen up!” Mammon boasted. “I got somethin’ that will really be the star of the show for Storm’s welcome back meal. It’s soup- my own special recipe. Once Storm has a taste, it’ll send all yer dishes to the garbage!”

Beelzebub perked up, peering over Mammon’s shoulder. “Mmm...smells tasty...” Before Mammon could react, Beel had a spoon in hand and was digging into the soup.

“Oi! Beel! You can’t eat the whole thing!!” Mammon struggled to pull the spoon out of Beel’s hand, who had clearly proven his point about the soup being delicious. “Save some for dinner!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, leaving the chaos to ensue in the kitchen. I could force my nit-wit brothers to clean up later. Besides, it gives me plenty of time to be alone with Storm and-

He stopped dead in his tracks, shaking his head. What are you thinking? She comes back for two hours and already your mind is already a mess. Pull it together. She’s just a human, for Devil’s sake. Lucifer sighs, unlocking the door to his office, doing his best to keep the excitement of having Storm back at home at bay.

Perhaps some browsing through my Demonus collection will ease my thoughts.

Beelzebub hurriedly plows through his meal, slurping and crunching the whole way. He barely tasted anything his brothers made, but would be lying if he said Mammon’s soup didn’t steal the show. The flavors popped in just the right ways, making his chest feel warm all over.

“Ain’tcha gonna try some of my soup, Storm?” Mammon smiles brightly, pouring her a bowl. “Go on! I promise it’s reeeaal good.”

“Thank you Mammon.” Storm smiles, taking a spoonful and observing the yellow liquid carefully. “It does look good!”

“Wait, Beel didn’t eat all of your soup from before?” Asmo leaned over the table, searching for the pot to try some of the concoction as Storm takes a bite.

“Yeah, but he made another batch afterward.” Belphie added between spoonfulls of his own. “Crying the entire time, might I add.”

“Oi! Shaddap! I wasn’t cryin’!” Mammon flushed, embarrassed that Belphie had seemingly been watching him so closely when he thought everyone had left the kitchen.

“Wait...That soup tastes sort of strange because Mammon cried into it!?” Levi puts his spoon down and swallows hard before scrunching his nose in disgust. “Blech!”

“Actually...” Satan mumbles, now setting his spoon down as well after having lost his appetite. “Tears aren’t the worst thing that could be in there. You never know- that strange flavor could be mucus.”

The table let out a collective “EW” before erupting into a fit of chatter, most scolding Mammon for being so careless about food safety.

“HEY!” Mammon finally yelled, trying to cease the critiques and displays of disgust that were flying out of his brother’s mouths. “Y’all are super rude, ya know that?!”

Storm sighs as her stomach lurches, setting her spoon down. “Okay, no more soup for me then...”

“In that case, I’ll finish yours!” Beelzebub grins, leaning over and taking the bowl from in front of Storm. He downs it quickly despite Mammon’s barks in protest, now angry that Storm didn’t get “a real taste” of it.

“All of you...” Lucifer grumbles, rubbing his temples. “You’re being too loud. Can’t you just behave yourselves for a moment?”

“Well, you can’t really blame us for being excited, can you?” Asmo smiles, reaching across the table to grip Storm’s hand. “Tonight’s very special, after all. Right, Storm? Huh? You agree with me, right?”

“You sound like a 6 year old, Asmo.” Satan remarks, rolling his eyes.

“Hey Storm, look at this cool thing I ordered off Akuzon!” Levi nudges Storm’s arm, getting her to lift her hand. He gives her an amber-tinted glass bottle with a black label decorated in sparkly gold font. “Check it out! It’s Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup. It was pretty expensive, but I just had to buy a bottle. I’m gonna display it in my room so I can admire it every day!

Lucifer quirks an eyebrow. “Really? You’re going to display an empty bottle..?”

“Empty? What do you mean em-” Levi snatches the bottle out of Storm’s hand, squinting his eye to see through the dark glass. When he sees no sign of the golden liquid contents, he lets out a glass-shattering scream. “WHAT? HOW IS IT ALREADY GONE?!”

“Oh, that’s ‘cause I used it in my soup.” Mammon smiles proudly. “That’s my secret ingredient!”

Levi whipped his head around to face Mammon over the top of Storm’s head, anger fuming in his eyes. “You did WHAT?!”

Mammon jerked back in surprise. “I thought newt extract sounded kinda good, so I went ahead and dumped it in.”

“It’s not newt extract, it’s newt syrup!” Levi yelled, now standing with his fists balled in rage. “And besides, I bought it off of Akuzon myself. It was MINE! So why did YOU use it?!”

Mammon shrugs, taking another spoonful of soup and shoving it into his mouth, clearly unamused by Levi’s anger.

“Unbelievable!” Levi begins pacing in anger, throwing his hands in the air. “You had to know it wasn’t yours to take, you thief! You...you...you’re a giant scummy moron!”

“Hey! It’s your fault for leaving it lying around where anyone could find it!” Mammon retorted.

“Well...I guess that explains the flavor.” Storm murmured, trying to avoid the conflict happening right over her. If there was one thing she didn’t miss about the Devildom, it was this.

“Glad to know it’s not mucus...” Satan sighs, picking up his spoon and returning to eating once more.

“Levi, I’m a little lost here.” Belphie shakes his head, observing a spoonful of liquid as he dribbles it back into his bowl. “What sort of syrup did you say this was?”

“Oh, you want me to gift upon you my knowledge? Mayhaps give you a crash course? Is that what you want?” Levi beams, excited to begin info-dumping about the product that has caused such commotion. “Is it?!”

“Okay, nope. Nevermind. This is already starting to feel like more trouble than it’s worth.” Belphie pushes the bowl away, standing up to leave the dinner table.

“ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN!” Levi loudly calls, earning an exasperated groan from Belphie as he’s pulled back to the table by Beel. “You see, Hellfire Newt Syrup is a real-life product modeled after Dragon Fog from TSL. The secret remedy of the Draguaul folk!”

“So...it’s a vanity item for nerds?” Beel asks, gulping down slice of bread.

“Wh- Hey! Come on! Listen to what I’m telling you!” Levi whines.

Asmodeus picks the bottle up and turns it over in his hand. “Wait, I think I’ve heard of this stuff...Isn’t it made using newts that caught fire in the human world and were re-incarnated here in Devildom, right?”

“Exactly!” Levi exclaims excitedly.

“Okay, so what is this syrup of yours supposed to do, exactly?” Satan questions, annoyed that Levi has yet to get to the point.

“Well, that wasn’t regular Hellfire Newt Syrup. It was the Gold version, which is supposed to...” Levi’s eyes fall to Storm, and his voice falters. His face suddenly goes pale and his pupils widen.

Lucifer glances to Storm, then back to his brother, growing concerned of his silent staring. “What is it, Levi?”

Levi’s cheeks, formerly pale, turn vibrant red. “N-No! It’s Nothing!”

“Levi..?” Storm questions, reaching out to touch his forearm.

Levi screams, jerking his body away from her several feet. Storm jumps in surprise, clutching her arm to her chest. Levi’s breaths become frantic as his eyes dart around the room, searching for an exit. His brothers and Storm look on in concern, wanting to know what on earth was going on with him.

“J-just...Stay away from me!” Levi shrieks before bolting out of the dining room, nearly barreling over Vivi and Fern as they finally enter for dinner.

“Hey! Watch it, nerd!” Vivi yells, dusting her shirt off from the imaginary dirt left on her by the otaku.

“What the hell has gotten into him?” Mammon turns to Lucifer as Levi’s door slams shut, concerned with why Levi had seemingly lost his mind.

Fern snorts, plopping down into Levi’s chair next to Storm. “I bet Mammon must have farted or something- that’s the only time I’d ever seen him run like that.”

Storm stares at the dining entrance, still confused by Levi’s sudden change in behavior. She doesn’t acknowledge Fern’s joke, nor do the rest of the brothers as the room becomes deathly silent. Storm turns back to look at the brothers. Her frown sinks further as she looks among them and notices a few have the same wide-eyed pale-faced expression. Her anxiety began to rise terrified to know what the effects of the syrup had.

“Jeez, tough crowd...” Fern mutters, annoyed that the brothers had begun to scramble out the dining room without so much as a single chuckle at their joke. “What’s gotten into them?”

“They’re all stupid.” Vivi mutters, taking a clean plate and beginning to fill it with food. Eagerly, Fern does the same. It takes Storm a moment to process what they’re doing before they reach the pot of soup. She panics, knocking the ladle out of Fern’s hand and yanking the pot away from them.

“Hey! What did ya do that for?!” Fern pouts.

“This is what was making them act all weird.” Storm replies softly, observing the shimmering yellow liquid in the pot. She gulped, wondering how long it would take for whatever side effect to hit her. “I don’t know what its doing to them, or what it will do to us. So you guys better not eat it.”

“Whatever, it looks like piss anyway.” Vivi shrugs, taking several filets of fish and hurriedly leaving the dining room.

Storm paces around the front of Satan’s door, chewing on her fingernails. The anxious habit she had thought she kicked several years before was now returning with the uncertainty of what the consequences of Mammon’s reckless cooking could be. Not even 4 hours back into the Devildom, and she was already thrown back into the family’s antics full force. Still, she’d rather be dealing with this than her father or any of her exes.

Satan finally appeared from the stairs, shocked, but happy to see Storm waiting for him. “Ah, Storm. What brings you here?”

“I want to know more about that syrup...I want to know that we’ll all be okay and that nothing horrible will happen.”

Satan chuckles, fumbling with the lock on his door. “I’m sure if it was anything horrible, we would have seen the effects of it by now. But if it’s information you’re looking for, I’m the right Demon for the job. I was just in the library searching for answers...though I must admit, I haven’t found the index I’m looking for.”

Satan finally gets the door open and usher’s Storm inside, feeling his chest tingling as his fingers graze her arm. He shakes off the feeling, attributing it to lingering excitement of having her back in the House of Lamentation.

“I have to say, it feels weird.” Satan remarks after shutting his door. “You know, having you right here in my room again after all this time.”

Storm nods, doing her best to navigate the hazardous layout of Satan’s bedroom. She had almost forgotten how dangerous his room was- between the over-flowing shelves, un-attended candles sitting atop stacks of books, and cursed items flying about the room. She ducks, nearly being smacked in the head by a passing encyclopedia of cat breeds as Satan searches through the books in his room.

Satan climbs up the rickety ladder to the side of his highest shelf, seemingly having found the book he was looking for. Unfortunately, it slips out of his hand, falling directly on top of Storm’s head. Storm howls, tending to the spot that the book had fallen on.

“Shit!” Satan jumps down from the ladder, rushing to her side. “Are you alright?”

“Ah- I think so?” She winces, the throbbing still causing her vision to pulsate. She bends down and picks up the reference book, curiously reading the cover. “Is this the book you were looking for?”

When Satan doesn’t reply, she looks up, seeing his face flushed a deep pink. He had taken a few steps closer to her while she wasn’t paying attention; the gap between them only the width of the book in her hands. Storm laughs nervously, taking a step back. She gulps when Satan follows the motion, continuing to keep the gap between them small.

“Heh...Suddenly I feel...erm- never mind.” He shakes his head, taking the book from Storm’s hands. The rosiness of his cheeks fades as he flips open the cover, running his finger around the table of contents. “Let’s see...Ah! Here we go. Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup...”

Satan flips to a page in the last three-fourths of the book, and begins reading aloud. Storm reads along to herself over his shoulder. “...Hellfire newts are mainly used in remedies and elixirs meant to restore and revitalize the body, as well as stimulate sexual desire. Many products contain hellfire newt, including one of the most well-known products called ‘Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup.’ When consumed by demons, this causes a state of intense infatuation.”

Storm gulps, stepping back from Satan as he pauses his narration.

“Hmm...A state of infatuation..?” Satan ponders for a moment, and then continues reading. “More specifically, it works as a potent aphrodisiac; causing demons to experience very powerful sexual urges. Notably, this heightened desire is felt toward humans only. It is currently unknown why the effect is limited to humans...”

As Satan continues reading, Storm backs away further, now feeling incredibly panicked. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped in a room alone with a very horny- and very conniving- demon. She sucks in her bottom lip and bites it, hoping she can quietly navigate the path out of Satan’s room backwards.

“...The syrup’s effects wear off after a few days in the majority of cases. In certain instances, however, it is reported to have persisted for upwards of two hundred years. If a demon has forged a pact with a human, the syrups effect can be neutralized by carrying out an order issued by the human pact master. Presently, this is the most effective cure of the syrup’s influence...” Satan sighs, closing the book and setting it aside. “Well, I guess that answer’s that question...and answers why I’ve been feeling really intense urges toward you, Storm...almost like a fire flaring inside of me...”

Storm halts, almost having reached the door. Satan turns to her, a strong heat radiating off of his body. Her eyes widen in fear as the blush returns to his face. She doesn’t dare look down, already seeing enough hunger in his eyes to know the way he was feeling.

“So...it works as a potent aphrodisiac, huh?” Satan licks his lips and approaches her. “That’s one powerful syrup.”

Storm panics, attempting to back up further but tripping over a stack of books. Satan quickly grabs her wrist and pins her against the door, his breath beating against her neck. Storm squeaks in panic, terrified of what could potentially happen if no one came to her aid- but also knowing that the others would likely be just as unruly due to the effects of the syrup.

"Storm..." Satan breathes heavy, clearly trying his best to escape the effects of the syrup. "G-give me an order..."

Storm closes her eyes, Satan's pact mark behind her right ear glowing faintly. "Satan...G-get away from me!"

Satan immediately let's go, stumbling backwards to the floor. Gasping for air, he clutches his head for a moment, seemingly steadying himself. His mind is still foggy, but the fog clears quickly as the effects of the aphrodisiac become null.

Storm slowly opens here eyes, her entire body wracked with anxiety over what had just happened. Satan is on his feet in instant once he notices her trembling, preparing to approach her to see if she's okay.

"Don't!" She snaps, recoiling slightly. Satan stops, shocked by the panic apparent in her demeanor. "D-don't come near me..."

Satan's shoulders slump, disappointed in himself for not being able to properly fight back against the effects of the Newt Syrup. Before he can issue a proper apology, a shriek is heard from downstairs. The color drains from Storm's face, realizing two vulnerable humans are still in the house. As if thinking the same thing, Satan grabs her hand and pulls her out of his room, rushing downstairs to help free the others from the elixir.

Satan and Storm finally come to a halt in the kitchen, where Beelzebub and Fern sit on the floor, covered head to toe in whipped cream. Belphie stands nearby, scolding Beel for trying to take his cream puff from the fridge. It's apparent that the situation must have somehow arose from the newt syrup, as a deep red hue dusts Beelzebub's face underneath the cream.

"Storm, quick!" Satan nudges her, drawing her attention back from the chaos before her. "Give them a command."

"Oh, uh...Beelzebub, clean up this mess!" Storm states firmly, watching a similar process happen to the 2nd youngest that Satan had to go through. Before she could give an order to Belphie though, he had left the room.

"Shit, Where did Belphie go?" Satan bolted out of the room, trying to find the youngest brother before he managed to find Storm on his own. The last thing Satan wanted was for Storm to be re-traumatized by him.

"Mind telling me what in the fuck is going on?" Fern grumbled, swiping cream off of their face and onto the floor. "Why was Beel acting all weird just now and how the fuck did you get him to stop?"

Storm shook her head. "Its too much to explain. The gist is that the soup had an aphrodisiac in it and I need to give them an order to stop its effects because I have a pact with all of them."

"Oh. Shit man, thats wild." Fern paused for a minute. "Does it have to be you? I mean, I have a pact with Belphie, so-"

"No, thats perfect! Go find him and give him an order. Ill go find the others." Storm tossed Fern a towel and ran out of the room, glad to have Fern on their side to help fix this big mess.

Just as she was about to climb the stairs to Levi's room, Storm ran straight into Asmodeus. On one arm hung a tall blonde woman, her rouge eyes glistening brightly with desire. On the other, a lavender-haired individual with large round glasses. His cheeks were bright red as he dragged them along, gushing about how ready he was to show them how much he loved them.

"Asmo! Quick!" Storm asserted, hoping that he wasn't suffering too much with his predisposition to lust. "Show me that dance you did the last time we were at the fall."

Asmo grinned, beginning to wiggle his hips as Storm's pactmark began to glow on her hip. She breathed a sigh of relief as he danced around the foyer, much to the amusement of the others who were with him.

"I'm always down to show off my moves, Storm!" Asmo giggled, hugging her tightly. "You never have to ask so aggressively!"

Storm nodded, briefly locking eyes with the other two who stared at her.

"Wait...you're Storm?" The blonde asked, looking her up and down with lustful eyes. "My god, you're way hotter than they made you up to be!"

"Sarah." The other individual shook their head. Pinching the bridge of their nose. "Come on now, really."

"What?!" Sarah snapped, crossing her arms. "It's not an insult to say she's hot, Heart!"

Storm raised an eyebrow. "Are you two the other exchange students?"

The two humans turned to her. Heart offered a weak smile. "Yeah. I'm Heart, and this classless lady is Sarah."

Sarah put a hand to her chest, exaggerating her hurt by the insult in both action and inflection. "Classless!? Honey, I've got all sorts of class in this ASS!" Sarah slapped her rear as she said the final word, erupting into a fit of laughter after doing so.

"I invited them over for a slumber party!" Asmo beamed. "I was hoping you'd get to meet them, but to be honest, I did kind of forget for a bit because I was hoping we'd get to have some fun first."

"Asmo, must you add to such a stressful experience by bringing them here?"

Storm whipped around, confronted with a very irritated looking Lucifer staring down at them. She swallowed nervously, though saw no signs that he was in a similar predicament to the others.

"Oh come on, Lulu." Sarah giggled. "If you keep making that face it'll get stuck like that!"

"If it hasn't already." Heart snorted quietly, trying to contain his laughter.

Lucifer scowled. "The last thing I need is you intruding on what has already been a big change for this household. Asmo, if they don't behave, you'll be on bathroom duty for a month." And with that, he turned on his heel and walked away down the hall.

After he disappeared down the hall, Heart and Sarah took turns bombarding Storm with questions. After finally collecting her bearings, she shook her head, remembering that she had 3 more brothers to help cure of their ailment. "Sorry, I cant stay and chat longer. I have to find Levi."

"Oh!" Sarah grinned. "Can I come with? He was supposed to give me back my copy of a movie I lent him."

Storm shook her head. "Its better if you didn't. I have to fix something quickly before it gets out of hand. I don't really have time to explain, but I need to give them an order to help fix the situation."

"That sounds fun!" Sarah giggled. "Can I give him an order too?"

Storm began climbing the stairs, Sarah in tow. "Well, it has to be from someone who has a pact with them."

"Oh, I do!"

Storm halts, causing Sarah to nearly stumble over her. "Wait, you do?!"

"Yeah! See?" Sarah pulls down the sleeve on her crop top, showing a dim scar-like outline on her shoulder. "I have one with Asmo too!"

Storm breathed a sigh of relief as she continued to climb the stairs. "Perfect. Go give Levi an order- he's...uh...he's going to continue to be really sick until you do!"

Sarah nodded, skipping off past her and toward the direction of Levi's room. Storm found herself feeling a bit guilty for having to cut her greeting so short and with little explanation, but she needed to make sure to fix this awful situation before it escalated any further. Like Diavolo said, there would be plenty of time to get to know the exchange students tomorrow. As she made her way to Mammon's room, she hoped against all odds that he wasn't going to be too difficult to cure.

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