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Can you headcanon for S boys teaching you how to dance for a vampire ball?

And can it be fluff and slight NSFW if it applies

🎻 Extended Vampire Ball Alphabet + Additional Hcs [Shu's Vers.]—

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Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry for the wait. I hope you don’t mind but I decided to go all out for this post since I had a lot to say. I included what you wanted but added a bunch of other stuff that contributed to the subject and turned it into a vampire ball alphabet. As much as I wanted to include all of the brothers in one post, Tumblr's limitations on posts are restricting me from doing so. So with this, the other S brother’s versions will be out soon, and I’ll link them to this one when they’re finished. Hope you enjoy Shu’s version. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Additional note: I extended my alphabet and added additional hcs because I hate limiting myself to just the standard alphabet alone haha. Cuz like who tf does that lmao? xDD

Made with: @liannelara-dracula

***Before we get into the alphabet and hcs, let’s get into some context about this scenario***

Since there's much more to vampire balls, I figured I'd cover a whole bunch of stuff that happens in them as well.

So, to start off, even though the Sakamakis have lives to maintain in the human realm, every so often they’re summoned back to the demon world by their father with some sort of excuse.

And one of those excuses (of many!) Karl arranges for them to attend a vampire ball every so often since he has to provide some alternate form of entertainment to his vampire nobles, so why not have his sons attend since they’re the talk amongst women in the demon realm?

It’s one of the many perfect excuses to make them come and do what Karl wants, and there may be more to this depending on what he wants from his sons.

His sons are what everyones’ eyes are on, so he expects them to be flawless in every way, including how they act and such since they’re royalty.

So, who they choose to bring to balls is no exception since they not only have to appear perfect, but their dates must be as well.

The same goes for their dancing, especially since they’ll all be participating in their own dance pieces with their dates, so it has to be perfect. Since the boys are all required to have a performance of their own, they’ve just stuck to waltzes due to tradition since they’re classy and sophisticated.

(We’ll get to the types of dances danced at vampire balls in just a sec!)

Traditionally, all members of a royal household would perform their own dance pieces before the nobles got the dancefloor for themselves and started dancing all different types of dances. And you can bet Karl definitely holds this custom strong at the royal court.

It’s something he insists on due to tradition, and bear in mind that his sons may even be forced to dance with other vampire nobles if the situation calls for it regardless of who they take to the ball as their date.

After all, if one of his sons refused to dance with a nobleman’s daughter, it would be an offense and you can bet Karl would punish any one of his sons if he found out about this.

And as their dates, you have to be prepared to dance with other nobles if they seek for your hand, and no refusal is accepted without an adequate excuse.

Bear in mind that the boys most certainly act differently in the demon realm since they need to appear “perfect”—so no “off” behavior, it is strictly forbidden and enforced by Karl himself since he has an image to uphold as the king of vampires. So basically, the bad traits they display in the human world, they’re not allowed here, or at least, some are a bit faint or muted.

The luxurious vampire stereotype originates from the Byronic Hero. So since vampires are depicted to ravish in luxury and live lavish lives, balls in demon realm are highly luxurious.

They are usually a mix of baroque or victorian in style since Karl really liked the elegance from these time periods.

Since balls encompass a mix of baroque and victorian style, the dances danced at court are usually quadrille dances, the Courante, the Bourée, the Gallopade, the Sarabande, the Laender, the Minuet, the Rigaudon, Bohemian Polka, the Gigue, the Hornpipe, the Gavotte, L’Allemande, and the Viennese Waltz.

Here are some videos for reference examples:

Quadrille: (1), (2), (3). Gallopade: (1). Laendler and Bohemian Polka: (1). Viennese Waltz: (1). Minuet: (1). Sarabande: (1). Gigue: (1). Bourée: (1). Hornpipe: (1). Rigaudon: (1). Gavotte: (1). Courante: (1). L'Allemande: (1).

These dances are the ones nobles usually dance since they all group together and dance after each royal family member has finished their personal performance with their date.

But Karl honestly doesn’t mind if sons don’t use the waltz as their personal dance piece because he likes being up with the times in the human world along with modern human customs.

But as mentioned before, because the waltz has been used by the boys as a tradition for so long, and it’s a classy, sophisticated dance, he’d much prefer it since you can’t go wrong because some modern dances will be viewed as vulgar even though contemporary society doesn’t view them that way.

Traditionally, men pick out their partner's dresses since women are just puppets for status display.

Since the entire ball will consist of vampires who are constantly battling to find something to quench their thirst, human servants are definitely supplied to the palace that night to not only serve the noble guests but also be their appetizers if desired. These servants are pretty lifeless and are not allowed to speak whatsoever, so they’re just thrown around anywhere by these vampire nobles and Karl could care less if they’re killed. He literally has other servants to clean up that type of mess.

And like any other ball, food will be served. At Karl’s balls, he prefers to have human world food since it’s a luxury for vampires as Reiji has mentioned. And all the nobles look forward to it because it’s not all the time that they get to have a taste of human-world food that is delicate compared to their grotesque and “off” cuisine.

Since the boys are royalty, they’ll be introduced to nobles, and you as their date will be as well.

Nobles are required to curtsy/bow to them when greeting or meeting them for the first time, so you can best bet you’ll be getting the same treatment as their date.

It’s canon that the demon realm has an official demon language, but since this is high society, most are educated, and because Karl likes adding humanistic elements to his events, he mainly requires everyone to speak English since it's the most popular language in the human world, but the demon language is still allowed

Side note: English is only taught to vampire nobles in the demon realm since Karl requires them to know it. It’s considered super high education since English belongs to a world most vampires can never go to.

Karl usually hosts his balls at his private castle where he rules the entire vampire kingdom, the main royal court basically.

Or, he sometimes holds them at the castle he has set for his sons to use when they marry off.

(It’s canon that Karl has one main castle for himself where he rules, and one for his sons to refuge to if needed. It’s also used as another home for them as seen in one of the game routes.)

Hopefully this all makes sense thus far haha!

So with this, let’s move on to the boy’s extended alphabets + additional hcs. :)

This is going to be a long ride since there’s a lot of stuff to cover, so feel free to grab a coffee/tea or whatever. :)

General Hcs:

He honestly hates the idea of balls in general.

And in the demon realm it’s much worse since he has to set a perfect impression due to being the heir.

@liannelara-dracula and I have headcanoned that Karl doesn’t tolerate Shu’s laziness when it comes to demon realm-related things. Karl lets Shu get away with it in the human world, but not in the demon world.

There, Shu is the heir—the next king—and the last thing Karl wants is for the heir to be viewed with an unamiable trait unfit for a future king.

So yeah, his laziness—Karl won’t tolerate it here, and Shu will receive punishments if he disappoints in anyway so.

It’s mostly because he had an image to maintain as the heir, which means having to put in effort that he doesn’t want.

In the past, balls for him were always annoying since he was presented with suitresses or had to engage in small talk with noblemen, it being just a bunch of forced effort.

As the heir, his mother nudged him a lot to choose a suitress as well, so a lot more pressure and annoyance was added.

Shu just doesn’t care about things like this—it’s as simple as that, but there’s no way he’s getting out of this.

And you can bet there was a lot of scolding/nudging from Reiji and Karlheinz to get his ass in gear for the next vampire ball in order to maintain the family image, but yet, he was still unwilling.

He was honestly so reluctant that it even took Laito to give him a nudge.

At first, Shu refused, but when Laito said that dancing would be the perfect excuse to touch/hold his lover close and show others that they're taken, he had second thoughts about it all.

Plus, with Shu receiving a final threat from Karl to be launched into space also put him over the top to get moving for this event.

Vampire Ball Alphabet:

A || Advice

🎻 What kind of advice does he give his s/o before the ball?

Bear in mind that vampire balls are total snake pits. There’s a lot of wandering eyes and curious ears.

Women’s lips are the main source of gossip in the royal court and they’ll try to set you up with other suitors even if you’re taken, so Shu warns you to not pay any attention to them.

“But how exactly am I supposed to shake them off without being rude?” You’d ask.

“It’s simple.” He’d answer with the usual hazy look in his eyes. “Just tell them what we do in bed and they’ll buzz off.”

“Shu!” You’d smack his arm playfully, causing him to chuckle at your reaction. “I meant more appropriate advice.”

He’d sigh. “Just ignore them, they have nothing better to do anyways.”

Also, remember that everybody there is trying to get info out of you regarding Shu since he’s the heir.

And this can be pretty intimate in query, even going down to asking if you two are planning to get married any time soon, which lets them know if they or their daughters have a chance because even if you’re Shu’s partner, it doesn’t stop others from pursuing him regardless.

Basically, in the demon realm, only married people are off-limits. Until then, they’re still considered “single.”

Shu also warns you about the male nobles as well, such as how some will try to pursue you either for fun or just an advantage since you’re close to the heir himself.

B || Behavior

🎻 How does he act at the ball? What does he do while there?

Bear in mind that at vampire balls, he’s acting.

And putting on one hell of an act considering he’s ditching his usual lazy persona and putting on the “heir” facade.

Plus, Karl’s watching his ass like a hawk to ensure he doesn’t get lazy during the event or ditch/leave early.

In general when Shu’s speaking to nobles at the ball, he’s polite but rather cold with his words. It’s all minor small talk that he’s simply not interested in, but gives it his all because he can’t be rude or avoid conversation unless he wants to be sent to the North Pole again, or better yet, outer space (it’s canon that he’s worried about being sent there next for a punishment).

As for you, he likes to keep you close to him since he doesn’t want others roping you into trouble since this isn’t a world you’re familiar with.

C || Class ranking

🎻 Which social classes are allowed at vampire balls? In the world of royalty, only specific classes of nobles are allowed to speak to the noble family. So with this, which ranking of classes is he comfortable speaking with, or does he not care about this sort of thing at all?

In general (apart from the royal family), only dukes/duchesses, marquis/marquises, counts/countesses, earls/viscounts/viscountesses, and barons/baronesses are allowed to participate in royal balls since it takes place at court.

In addition, an invitation is required in order to enter and participate at the ball.

When it comes to nobles speaking to him, Shu could care less about which class they’re in.

I mean, it’s canon that he brought Edgar to a ball when they were kids so he could participate, so class ranking is the last thing on his mind since Edgar was a village boy. Shu could honestly care less about that shit.

If someone approaches him even if they’re not supposed to according to their class, he’ll speak to them regardless, but will try to brush them off quickly since he doesn’t want to attract attention.

Sadly, it just looks bad in the demon realm for him to speaking with someone of lower rank.

Ugh! Those classist, arrogant, vampire nobles!

D || Dance lessons

🎻 How does he teach/prep his s/o for dancing at the ball?

Now, when it comes to dancing, it’s just something that Shu knows how to do due to being the heir, not something he really enjoys like a certain fedora-wearing vampire.

But because you’re going with Shu, he actually doesn’t mind it, but he considers prepping to be a bit of a drag.

He was pretty apathetic about teaching you at first.

Not because you sucked or anything, it was just because he was being his usual lazy self.

You both had just returned home from school and were now standing in the manor’s ballroom.

With the usual hazy look on his face, he’d sigh, “Let’s just get this over with.”

As stated before, each member of a royal household has to have a dance of their own with the person they bring to the ball (the waltz I mentioned earlier); and these are performed before the nobles have the dancefloor to themselves and dance among themselves along with members of the royal family.

Since he has to perform a dance of his own with you, he’ll definitely focus more on that special waltz than the other dances since this is the one that really has to set an impression.

But he’ll also be teaching you other dances as well since you might have to dance with other nobles if you’re asked to.

Shu would begin by teaching you the basics of the waltz first, such as how to hold his hand and where to place the other, even going down to how close you two need to be in order to dance properly.

When you first started, you thought you were close enough to him, but that was until he put a hand on your lower back and pulled you closer to him, almost to the point where you felt that you were grinding into him.

A subtle hint of blush rose to your cheeks due to the proximity, and of course, because he noticed and loves to tease you, he has to say something.

“Heh, admit it, you like being on me.”

“Shut up!”

And bear in mind that this is only the beginning of his antics.

Shu’s not strict like Reiji when it comes to teaching you, but bear in mind that he’s expecting you to dance right and make it look presentable at least (to which you are of course!).

When it would come to movement, Shu would begin to teach you where to step, but in all honesty, he insists you follow his lead since he gets lazy to explain.

Just let him do all the work for once, seriously.

If you’re wearing leggings, tight pants, or short shorts, he’s definitely going to smack/clutch your ass while practicing with you.

Like, you’ll be so focused on following his lead along with the music, that you’re letting your guard down, which is where he’ll decide to throw you off.

“Shu, quit it! You made me mess up.”

“What? You’re the one that got distracted.” He’d smirk, playing oh-so innocent.

If he’s dipping you, he’ll purposely drop you just to annoy you.

“Shu!” You’d complain, pain echoing in your body due to the sudden impact of hitting the ground.

“Heh, my bad.” He’d chuckle, a smirk soon following. “Guess I forgot to catch you.”

“Ugh!”

Even though he won’t admit it, but he does like to twirl you. He just loves the idea of spinning you and roping you back into his arms. He also thinks you look pretty while doing so.

Because he’s preparing you for something he has to make a perfect impression on, you can imagine the practice goes on for quite a while.

At some point, if you get tired and your breath begins to hitch due to it, he’s definitely going to be an ass and tease you about it, his stamina far above your own.

“Heh, are you tired already? You usually last longer when we-,”

“Shut up!” You’d say, playfully hitting his arm, leading him to laugh.

Luckily though, Shu’s lead isn’t very tough to follow and you end up picking up his style and pace, thus dancing pretty well with him.

Shu does rectify a few things in order to hone your skills, but isn’t too picky—as long as it’s right and looks presentable to a noble audience, that’s all he’s expecting from you.

Not like Reiji where he expects perfection.

As for the other dances, they were fairly complicated when it came to movement and speed, and you kept stepping on his feet or in the wrong direction.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t get mad or even irked no matter how many times you’d mess up, he actually found it funny.

Sometimes, he’d even trick you and make you go in the wrong direction when it was supposed to be the opposite, which led you to scold him every time he’d do it since he found it amusing how much you trusted him.

“Shu, stop it. At this rate, I’ll never get it.”

“Heh, who told you to trust me?” He’d slightly smirk.

Will sometimes poke your sides to make you jolt and mess up.

But nonetheless, with enough practice and teasing, you ended up learning the other dances pretty well and felt pretty prepared for the ball.

Fingers crossed.🤞

E || Etiquette

🎻 How does he teach his s/o ball etiquette (language and actions)? How does he teach his s/o ball-relevant table manners?

In general, when it comes to teaching you he barely explains.

He usually explains about once or twice because he's too lazy to reiterate and practice/demo with you.

He is so vague about everything, it’s enough to drive anyone crazy. It’s the lazy-ass in him.

When covering table etiquette, he gets exponentially lazy with explaining what each utensil is for.

For example, he’ll tell you that a utensil is for something specific, and then when speaking about it again, he’ll tell you it’s for something else.

"Shu, a minute ago you said that spoon was for soup!"

"Oh, really?” He’d say, his voice tainted with its usual haze. “Guess I was thinking about the second spoon then."

He'll even make up rules just to throw you off.

Or to make matters worse, he’ll just start making up stuff that’s enough to have your eyes roll.

“They say the people that start with the third spoon have really dirty minds.”

Countering his remark, you’d say, “Then I can guess which one you start with.”

He’d only end up laughing at your remark, finding it amusing as his teasing is relentless to cease.

If you're really struggling tho, he’ll step in and help a bit more.

But he honestly just loves teasing you and seeing you mess up since he finds you getting angry to be amusing and hot.

While you’re busy looking at the set plate in front of you and trying to figure out which utensil to pick up next without his help, he’ll purposely throw you off such as poking your side or licking your ear.

“Shu, quit it! I have to figure this out.” You’d scold.

“It’s the first fork on the right.” He’d say, revealing the answer to which utensil you were supposed to pick up next.

“Ugh! You weren’t supposed to tell me. I’m the one who has to figure it out.”

When teaching you the proper ball etiquette (language/movement), it’s honestly an adventure.

You actually end up forcing him to practice because you need help since you don’t want to say the wrong thing, and like usual, is he much help? Nah.

He will laugh if you mess up, and if you ask him for clarification he’ll lie to you just to embarrass you during practice.

Of course, you'll realize that he's messing with you sooner than later, which leads you to playfully hit him, to which he laughs and gets a kick out of.

And after enough teasing, he'll then tell you what you actually have to do, such as how to take his arm when walking and such.

If you do or say something that is a little too scandalous for a ball during practice, he'll point it out.

For example, at some point you wanted to take off your silk gloves (you’ll be wearing them at the ball obviously, so why not practice with them on) during practice because it was getting a little warm after wearing them for a while.

And with this, Shu would be quick to say something since women removing their gloves was considered sexual at one point. And in the demon world, they still think that way.

“Well, aren’t you a lewd woman.” He’d tease.

“What?” You’d question, having no idea what he’s talking about.

“Your gloves.”

Feeling confused, you’d say, “All I did was take them off?”

With his gaze elsewhere, he’d add, “It’s suggestive.”

“How so?”

Quickly pinning you to a nearby surface, he’d smirk, “Heh, I could show you.”

“Shu!”

And because this is a royal ball, it’s certain that hand kissing will happen.

So when practicing this, he may lick and take a drink from your hand or fingers since it's canon that Shu likes drawing blood from these areas.

Additional E-word || Eye-contact

🎻 How often is he keeping eye contact with you? Is he constantly keep an eye on you during the ball or does he let you go off and do your own thing?

Shu prefers that you stick by his side during the ball to avoid the trouble of people pestering you and possibly roping you into trouble.

However, he’s not going to be strict with you and insist you stay glued to him the entire time, so he lets you venture whenever and wherever you please.

But make no mistake that his sapphire eyes are constantly wavering over to your figure to make sure you’re doing okay and that no trouble is arising.

You sometimes meet and lock gazes with him for a split second since he’s averting his eyes to you every few minutes or so.

He even does this when conversing with other nobles!

It’s honestly crazy how no one questions him about it, he’s just that good at hiding it and acting totally normal.

But you know Shu only does this because he knows this is all new to you, and the last thing he wants is for others to take advantage.

You wish he wouldn’t worry so much, but you can’t change a vampire’s protective nature. And because he’s acting composed while being observant of your safety, you let it slide even though he’s on edge.

F || Fashion

🎻 What kind of attire does he pick out for his s/o?

As mentioned before, men pick their partner’s dresses according to demon world tradition.

Shu honestly wanted you to pick it out since he could care less about some silly custom of the ancients, but Karl wasn’t having this since like I mentioned before, he has no tolerance for his laziness for demon world-related things.

So, considering this is a vampire ball, which showcases luxury of all sorts, the dresses are expected to be extravagant and princess-like whether someone likes it or not—so it means layers upon layers before finally putting the actual dress on.

And all that layering was quite annoying, but pain is beauty as they say.

And with this, Shu teases you about the layering, but more so in a lewd way.

“Y’know, you can’t say this is exactly fair.” He’d say, eyeing you in the gown. “All those layers will be tiresome to take off you after the ball is over.”

“Shut up!”

Since he has to pick it out, he kinda ranges between blue or yellow or even gold in color since he thinks they’ll look beautiful on you.

Dress examples that he may pick out for his s/o:

Dress 1 (shoes I found that could match)

Dress 2

Dress 3

Dress 4

Dress 5

Dress 6

Dress 7

Dress 8

(Note: You can pick out any dress/garments/accessories you want, these are just examples.)

Additional F-word || Flabbergasted

🎻 Something his s/o does at the ball that leaves him flabbergasted.

If you happened to refuse one guy who wanted to dance with you (all with a good excuse of course) and you explicitly said no because you thought he was creepy.

That would make Shu’s day and he has to say something about it.

“That wasn’t royal-like.” He’d tease chuckling under his breath, soon approaching you.

“Well, you're the only one that really has to behave.” You’d mention.

“Is that so? Are you saying princesses can be naughty?” He’d tease.

“Shut up!”

G || Gallantry

🎻 Is there anything he likes to do with his s/o at balls? Scandalous even?

Shu honestly just likes being by your side and not much else.

He’s quite lazy, and balls are not a thing that piques his interest.

Although, if Shu sees an opportunity, he’ll definitely do something scandalous with you, such as kissing you when no one’s looking—he finds this really amusing, especially if he can kiss your shoulders or neck and catch you off guard since you’re not expecting it.

And if you just so happen to sound lewd to him while doing so, he honestly can’t contain himself.

“Heh, sounds like you want everyone to hear you.” He’d smirk.

“Shut up.” You’d half whisper, playfully hitting him in hopes of no one noticing, leaving him to slightly laugh at your retort.

Additional G-word || Gift

🎻 Does he give gifts to his s/o before/at the ball/or after?

Considering this is a royal ball, and because he’s the heir, he’s definitely expected to give his date something before they go to the ball.

In the past with his dates, he’d usually just give them whatever, as long as it was luxurious in value, it just pennies to the family’s fortune.

But since you’re his girl, you’re special, so he’s take time into giving you something meaningful.

The one time he isn’t lazy.

Since you mean a lot to him, he’s going to give you two gifts, but both as a surprise of course—one before the ball and one during the ball so others can watch him spoiling you. It’s a way for him to show his devotion towards you and that he’s not planning on seeing anyone else.

Before the ball, he’d probably gift you something along the lines of jewels. Apart from it being a thought in regards to you, but it’s also something for you to wear to the ball and add the perfect accessories to your attire.

During the ball however, he wants to give you something that will definitely call everyone’s attention.

He probably got it all wrapped up in a super cute and intricate box with silk ribbon and a bow to finish it off.

When it comes to this gift, he’s probably going to give you something like a small cat or dog with a satin bow around its neck.

Now, I know this may not seem like a super royal gift, but vampires in the demon world find animals from the human world to be fascinating since the animals in their world are demonic and unapproachable.

So a cute, docile thing like a cat or a dog is enough to send them over the edge in awe and possible jealousy since they can’t have one due to the demon realm being inhabitable for human world animals.

H || Honor

🎻 Undoubtedly, since you’re this prince’s date, people are going to have a million questions about you. So when asked about you, how does he speak about you to other nobles? What does he consider you as/what does he think of you?

Shu already knows that he’s going to be bombarded with a lot of questions regarding you, so it’s no surprise to him when it happens.

He actually handles this subject pretty well and is rather prepared.

Since you’re his date and not married to him in this scenario, he just tells nobles that you’re someone he’s interested in whenever he’s prompted with this question.

The reason why he doesn’t say you’re his girlfriend or whatever is simply because it isn’t sophisticated in this world because nobles are old-fashioned and still stuck in the Baroque and Victorian periods.

And who back then called a woman their girlfriend back then? No one. It was either they were pursuing them to become their wives or they already were.

Shu has to drop the modernism here since the ball’s guests are far from understanding modern customs to which he can his brothers have somewhat adapted to.

I mean, it’s not like the Diaboys have accepted every modern idea from the human world.

So Shu has to be very careful with his language here regarding you since he doesn’t want to come off as vulgar or too modern in an out-of-date world, especially since he’s the heir and the one most girls want to pursue because of his title.

I || Image

🎻 What kind of image does he uphold at the ball?

Shu upholds the image of being the heir, and really does try his best since he doesn’t want to be punished for not acting as expected.

As was said before, he’s acting.

So no laziness or plopping down on a couch to listen to his MP3 player, or attempting to leave early—none of that!

He comes off as this dutiful heir that still has a lot to learn compared to his father, but is very well prepared for what’s to come when he succeeds the throne.

So basically, he’s viewed as perfect for his position as heir and prince at the moment—prepared, knowledgeable, but not more than his father yet.

And because Shu’s so good at faking this active-heir facade, people fall for this faulty image of him, and he’s viewed as the ultimate future king.

Karl gets lots of comments regarding Shu’s “preparedness” for the throne, to which Karl fakely appreciates.

Deep down, Karl knows his son’s just a lazy-ass that is nowhere near succeeding him and isn’t the “perfect” heir he displays himself to be.

J || Jealousy

🎻 How does he feel if you have to dance with someone else?

Shu knows this is unavoidable, but there isn’t much he can do since there’s no law prohibiting it in the demon realm.

It’s viewed as respectful, and in your case specifically, it’s an honor for anyone who gets to dance with the heir’s date/partner.

Some believe that by doing this, it may secure them a place closer to the king and/or future king by dancing with their partner. So you can best bet you’re going to get asked by many at the ball.

Shu may seem controlled and demonstrate a cold exterior to everyone there, but deep down he’s a little annoyed by you having to dance with someone else.

And Shu’s definitely going to be observant of who dances with you, how many times they do, and how they’re touching you while doing so.

Omg his pettiness.

And he’ll be doing this while being all stone cold towards it and acting like it doesn’t bother him when it does.

And if he sees that you’re getting too focused or wrapped up in it, he’ll try to distract you while you’re dancing by sending you seductive stares or mouthing dirty words in your direction to throw you off guard so you’ll mess up and the dance will stop.

Or better yet, if his jealousy really gets the best of him, he might even step in and make a surprise entrance by joining the dance himself, leaving you quite shocked since you’re not expecting it, and leaving one guy out of the group singled out since Shu took his spot in dancing with you lol xDD.

K || Karlheinz’s approval

🎻 What would Karl think of you as his son’s date? Does he approve?

Shu doesn’t really like the idea of presenting you to his father, but he knows that as the heir, there’s no way he’s going to get out o this.

Plus, he’s Karl’s favorite son, so the bar is set quite high on who Shu chooses to date/bring to the ball.

Karl’s honestly pretty interested in who his sons bring to the ball since he likes to mingle and get to know them.

Karl most certainly took a liking to you since he knows Shu won’t bring just anyone with him to the ball.

He’s not Laito.

For Shu to bring you, and not some random noblewoman as he had done in the past countless times, Karl acknowledges that you’re quite special to him.

And if you really set an impression on his father and he takes a liking to you, he may even ask for a dance with you.

Shu definitely doesn’t like this since he knows his father’s prone to literally “pounce” on just any girl. But Shu can’t exactly say no to his father dancing with you since it might lead to him getting punished.

So Shu decides to let this go since it’s pretty harmless, but make no mistake that he’s watching Karl like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t try anything foolish or plan anything later on.

Hell, Karl even flirted with Yui once, but that’s another story.

So you can best bet Karl might do the same thing to you if his interest and liking to you took him far enough, but Shu would be quick to intervene and prevent him from doing so.

Karl may even show romantic interest in you not because he means it, but it may be to piss Shu off and to see how much he really cares about you since Karl’s not close with his son, thus, not really allowing him to know much about his heir’s love life (to which he takes high interest in!).

This mischievous mf!

L || Libido

🎻 Is he into pre/post-ball sex?

Mmm, if there’s one thing Shu looks forward to about this entire thing (probably the only thing if he’s in the mood), it’s post-ball sex.

Especially because the ball is over and he can be himself again lol.

He really loves the idea, especially since he’s just been eyeing you all night in that dress and restraining his desire for you, being eager to put it into play.

He’s not really into pre-ball sex because there’s just too much going on with preparations and such before the ball, so he won’t bother with it.

But post-ball sex, he’s very much into it.

For instance, you’ll be alone in your room beginning to settle down, your delicate hands taking off your jewels, reaching up into your hair to let it down from its torture of being kept up and tied down with bobby pins for hours.

It’d be mere minutes of silence until he’d show up to your room, his figure coming up behind yours to help you undo your corset, both of you sharing a few words about the ball until you’d find him at your neck, placing a few soft kisses as he’d trail them down to your shoulders, his hands seductively pulling down the sleeves of your dress in the process. It wouldn’t be long until he’d pick you up and carry you over to the nearby bed, eagerly hovering above your form to feed his yearn of having you under him and all to himself.

And you can best bet Mr. Heir prefers that you sleep naked with him after sex.

Doesn’t give a shit if servants or his brothers walk in on you two in the actual act or in the morning and see you two in a nude state under the sheets.

Shu honestly hopes that they do so he can rub it in and show them that you’re his.

In the game routes, we see how any individual Sakamaki brother gets worried about another brother stealing Yui away from them. An example of this is Reiji worrying that Shu will steal Yui away from him.

And this paranoia also extends to their own servants because in one of Shu’s game routes, one of the butlers was acting a little too friendly (and a little creepy) with Yui. It was heavily indicated that Shu was jealous upon seeing this, so with this, you can imagine that he likes flexing the fact that you're his—especially in such a vulnerable state such as sex or after sex.

But, bear in mind that even though Shu loves the risk of getting caught in the act or its post-state by his brothers or servants, one thing he could never live down is if Karl or his mom walked in on him in either situation.

With Karl he’d be less embarrassed if he walked in on him, but because Karl’s pretty suggestive, he’d be the one getting a kick out of it.

As for his mom though, Shu would be most embarrassed if she walked in on him in either state…. And she in fact has!

Beatrix didn’t catch him in the literal act, but rather after sex when he was lying down with a chick he once brought to the ball the night before.

She was so honestly disappointed since she didn’t really like the girl.

And as pissed off as she was, she approached the both of them, told Shu that she wanted to speak to him about “family matters” and then walked out.

He literally didn’t care that she walked in though. He played neutral and was slightly annoyed and just went on like it never happened.

Damn, I’ve derailed us too much in this category lmao.

But I guess these extra details were needed. Yes?

M || Mistakes

🎻 How does he cover up his s/o’s mistakes if they accidentally mess up?

Shu knows you’re bound to make mistakes during the ball since all of this is so new to you.

It’s not like you’ve been raised with it like he has, so he’s expecting that you’ll mess up.

And just like magic, he’s there to back you up.

For example, if you get confused about what to say with a noble when a conversation goes in a direction you didn’t expect, he’ll either interrupt or come up with an excuse to pull you away.

Or if he can’t do that, he’ll send you some kind of signal as a form of guidance on what to say next or change the subject.

Overall, he has your back the entire time and knows you’ll be fine, but still, he’ll step in in some way if he deems it necessary or senses that you’re having trouble.

Additional M-word || Manners

🎻 What’s he like at the dining table with you?

Shu actually doesn’t mind the dinner table part of the evening.

It’s mostly because he gets to sit down. xDD

And here you’d think he’d be tranquil to sit next to because he’s sitting down and relaxing, but he’s a teasing fuck.

He’s going to do everything in his power to tease you, especially since you’re stuck at the table in front of many others for as long as the dinner session lasts.

But bear in mind that he has to be careful and do it in ways where no one suspects that the heir is being scandalous or when no one is looking.

He’ll run his foot up and down your leg while you’re sitting there in tranquility, all to have you look at him as he gives you a small smirk in return for acknowledging his antics that are unknown to the others around you.

he gets a kick out of teasing you with his touch and does it to get a glimpse of your legs, or at least feel them.

And to make matters worse, he’ll also do this if you’re speaking with someone and getting really deep in conversation with them just to throw you off or get you to jolt and mess up in your conversation.

He’ll get an even bigger kick out of it if the person asks if you’re alright because of you acting slightly off, but you’d be quick to deny it and say that you’re fine when you know it’s just the asshole next to you.

Shu’s a secretive fuck when he wants to be playful in these settings, so this is one of many ways that he demonstrates this.

Might poke your side every few minutes or so to make you jolt, which you glare at him for because he’s trying to make you lose your composure in front of others. This is all to get you to yelp, and if you do even in the slightest, he can’t repress from sending a devious smirk in your direction.

Might whisper some smack or laugh about certain nobles with you amidst the rumbling of the dining room.

Will whisper seductive or lewd things into your ears if he wants to be bold, it’s mostly just to get you to blush.

Might even run his fingers down your spine in a quick fashion to give you a rush and/or throw you off.

And his teasing fuckery won’t stop there. He’ll even mess with your hair while you’re looking in a different direction just to get your attention, and when you’d turn back, he’d be quick to make it look like he wasn’t doing anything.

This ass- like I-

As far as partaking goes, if you get stuck regarding which piece of cutlery to pick up first (I mean, it’s possible that anyone can forget if they didn’t grow up in this environment), he’ll just nudge your arm with his elbow and whisper the answer or to just copy him since he literally can’t teach you at that moment.

N || Names

🎻 How is he addressed/announced? How is his s/o announced upon arrival?

As is seen in balls, guests’ names are announced upon their arrival.

It’s canon that the Sakamaki brothers are referred to as “Masters” of the household, but because they’re also royalty, they’ll be addressed differently in a hierarchical setting, especially when arriving at a ball and being announced.

And to be honest, this part is most amusing to Shu about balls since he finds announcing people’s names to be kinda funny but also cringy since it’s an old tradition.

“Heh, should I tell them to announce you by your nickname?”

“Shu, quit it!�� You’d say, playfully smacking his arm, leaving him to chuckle.

Based on his royal status, he’d just be addressed as “His royal highness, Prince Shu.”

For you, Shu decided to have you addressed as “Her royal highness, Princess Y/N” despite you not having the actual title of princess.

By having you addressed this way, it gives you a higher position in court and a much grander presence and entrance. He mostly wanted it this way because you’re special to him and doesn’t want people to think you have no title.

Just be prepared to answer questions about your “royal family” and connections since nobles are curious, especially since you’re the heir’s date. But no need to worry, Shu prepared you for this part.

But at the end of the day, this title bs doesn’t it doesn’t really matter because you’re still his princess anyways, title or no title. :)

O || Objection

🎻 Since you’re not married to him, suitresses are bound to be presented to him at the ball regardless since people believe he’s still “available,” despite you being in the picture. So, how does he handle this situation with you around?

Shu acts pretty distant and kind of colder than he usually does in this situation.

And let’s just say that some girls are a little irritated by this factor, especially if they’ve danced with him in the past and were looking for some sort of chance of pursuing him.

It honestly gets so bad that girls brush up on him just to make you pissed off.

And their scheming is just so obvious since they keep making faces and demonstrating gestures that literally prove that they’re trying to steal him from you, which leaves you pretty irritated, but Shu warned you about this before hand so it’s something you expected.

However, it’s still pretty annoying….

And these girls literally do anything to get his attention since they’re interested in pursuing the heir, such as coaxing him to dance with them, to which he has to do because punishment awaits if he offends a noble.

The girls will even try to pull him aside for themselves or just engage in conversation a little longer than needed. And you can bet those conversations lead or have the potential to be semi-sensitive in nature.

Shu would take note of your irritated aura, finding it amusing that you were jealous since it proves to him that he’s your weakness.

But as stated before, he warned you about this and is aware that you know, and that you have to tolerate it based on royal etiquette.

But as a form of reassurance, he sends you a few looks here and there and watches you go about the ball on your own as he’s busy doing whatever with the noblewomen.

The stares he gives you are kinda like his form of morse code if you will. He’s forced to act respectively to other nobles even if they have intentions he doesn’t like, so it’s not like he can say much here.

P || Performance

🎻 How’s he like when he dances with you at the ball?

Ah, the moment you’ve both been preparing for, it being a bit nerve-racking in all honesty.

Shu knows it’s impossible for you to remember everything he taught you, so he just tells you to go with what you remember and to follow his lead.

Due to him having so much experience with this, he makes the dance look perfect if you forgot, it’s honestly surprising.

Don’t ask me how he does it lol.

He may minorly converse with you during the dance tho, and possibly whisper lewd things in your ears to get you to blush.

Although, Shu may throw a move in the dance you two didn’t practice, it’s mostly because he lives for catching you off guard. As discussed, some modern dances in the demon world may be viewed as vulgar, but because Shu’s the heir, he can get away with adding a bit of spice in there to show that he’s cultured regarding the human world, to which Karl doesn’t mind, as long as the move isn’t too scandalous.

So with this, Shu may do something like lifting you or dipping you, to which you give him the most surprised face since it wasn’t practiced while he just gives you a small smirk in return.

And you can best bet that with seeing this, every other woman in there wants the same treatment from him since he’s a favorite among the pursual of noble women. xDD

In the times when balls were used, if two danced more than two dances together, people automatically assumed the pair was engaged—so you can best bet that this is how people think at court in the demon world since they’re old fashioned.

So with this, Shu likes to dance more than two dances with you to make everyone think you’re engaged to him so it eases the pestering of nobles—in other words, it gets people to screw off you and him a little in regards to romantic pursuals.

But like hell Shu would tell you what dancing more than twice with each other means.

He just prefers to be secretly scandalous with you being oblivious to it, but may tell you about this later on if he wants to tease you.

Q || Quarrel

🎻 If you two had a fight before the ball or a minor spat during the ball, how will he deal with the heavy aftermath when surrounded by nobles and expected to uphold the family image?

Shu’s not really the type to fight, but it’s very possible that you could quarrel with the narcoleptic vampire before or during the ball.

It’d be a pretty unexpected thing since Shu’s pretty carefree and kind of difficult to fight with since he’s easygoing.

But whatever the case, if you two did have a fight/spat before or during the ball about whatever, you best bet he’s going to do everything in his power to get your attention that night.

Even though he’s already dropping his laziness for this event, he’ll go out of his way even more to talk to you.

And if you’re giving him the silent treatment, it only intrigues him to pursue you more because he hates the fact that you’re ignoring him.

And that’s the thing, Shu hates it when you do that, especially because he knows that the fight could’ve gone better than it did.

Bear in mind that he’ll do lots of different things to get your attention tho, and he’s petty af about it all.

He’ll range from doing all sorts of things because he wants to fix it, such as staring at you from far away, leaving you to avert your gaze elsewhere.

If he says something to you and you don’t give a response, he’ll make you jealous by him dancing with another girl and putting his hand on the back of her shoulder, which is pretty suggestive since the vampires at this ball are centuries old and have a different mindset regarding the concept of touch.

Tries to get you alone so he can talk to you, or if you’re standing on the sidelines not talking to anyone, he’ll get sly and try to approach to talk to you, to which you ignore or end up walking away from him.

Shu may even get mischievous with his approach if he sees that you keep avoiding him in every possible way, such as if he’s coming your way, you instantly revert to going a different way to keep clear of him, or look for some kind of excuse to get away from him.

For any Anna Karenina fans out there (ME! xDD), he’ll act like the way Vronsky did with Anna in that one scene where he’s going around the room trying to ask her to dance while she’s trying to avoid him in every possible way.

(For those who have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about, here’s a clip of what I’m referring to in case you’re curious. ;)) If it doesn’t work, start it @1:09)

R || Rendezvous

🎻 Is he the type to ditch/leave balls early with his s/o?

He wants to, but he knows he’s going to be severely punished for it since Karl’s expecting a lot from him.

I mean, how does it look if the heir leaves early without an adequate excuse? It just doesn’t look right.

It’s almost like a host leaving their party and leaving the guests to carry it on. Long story short, it just doesn’t put someone in a good light really, him especially as the heir.

Karl cares a little less if his other sons leave early, it just depends on who it is, but it can’t be too early either.

But when it comes to Shu, Karl expects him to stay the entire time and not present excuses since deep down, Karl knows that Shu’s just trying to get out of it and avoid his heir-responsibilities.

In the past, Shu ditched once and he learned the hard way. Like, he paid dearly for it and Karl hadn’t even sent him to the North Pole yet.

Believe me, if Shu could, he would leave early—or better yet, not show up at all since he finds all of this to be a drag, but because he doesn’t want to be punished, he does what he’s told to the bitter end of the event.

S || Speech

🎻 Does he have to give a speech at the ball? If yes, what is he likely to include in it?

As the heir, he’s definitely required to give a speech every so often.

Shu’s not super talkative in general, so he likes to keep things short and sweet in his speeches.

The subjects of these speeches are pretty general in nature, ranging from what his current plans are as the heir, how he’s planning to pursue his Royal oaths, or new ideas Karl wants to implement into the kingdom, all ending with the same ending of thanking everyone for attending and that everyone’s enjoying themselves.

So, business speeches in other words. Nothing personal since he’s not allowed to express an opinion as the heir.

T || Touch

🎻 What types of manners does he exhibit with his s/o in front of others?

Since he’s the heir, he has to be very careful with how he behaves around you, and how he interacts with you since others are constantly laying their eyes on him.

He’s mostly pretty reserved and mostly just links his arm with yours since intertwined hands are not viewed as sophisticated at balls.

He’ll sometimes hold your hand in that rather delicate fashion if he has to walk or lead you somewhere, kinda like this.

At the very most, he’ll either kiss your hand or your forehead, never anything more than that in front of others since it’s considered vulgar at balls.

And bear in mind that a kiss to the forehead will only be given once during the entire evening, otherwise, it starts to look scandalous. It says a lot just doing it once.

If you’re standing next to him or slightly in front, he sometimes lightly touches your upper arms or shoulders, just to reassure you that he’s there and that you’re his girl and no one else's.

U || Unity

🎻 What does he wear to show his unity with you? Like a matching ring or outfit, for example?

In order for Shu to indicate and show that you’re taken, you both decide to wear matching couple rings to the event.

Or if Shu really wants to be bold, he’ll take things a step further in showing that you’re his.

Since it’s canon that he likes to bite and drink blood from fingers, he may bite one of your fingers and leave the mark of his fangs on it for others to see.

Or he even may bite the back of your hand, this way if a noble has to kiss your hand before dancing with you, they’ll know that you’re marked as Shu’s and will think twice about having other ideas regarding you.

Oh, this devious little shit.

V || Valiant

🎻 Every prince is known to be noble for something. What is he noble for?

Believe me, for Shu to be born as the next heir, there’s a real reason for this.

@liannelara-dracula and I think that in the demon realm, heirs are chosen by some type of fate or magical force beyond any immortal’s power.

And this force specifically chooses specific individuals to be rulers for their kingdoms, be they either Vampires, Viboras, Wolves, Adlers, or First Bloods.

And if this “force” sees that anyone else takes the place of the heir it originally chose, this “force” considers it an imbalance and because of this change against “fate,” it may cause chaos/ruin to the certain kingdom, thus, leading it to fall.

In one of the game routes, Reiji himself specifically said that being king of the vampires is harder than anyone can imagine and imposes a large amount of responsibility. Reiji also stated that Shu possesses qualities that are fit for him to be on the throne, whereas he does not.

So with this, it really seems to show that specific people are chosen to be heirs for a reason.

We seriously think it’s the force lmao. xDD

So, because Shu’s actually meant to be king (apart from his lazy facade) and possesses qualities fit for the throne, he’s actually noble for quite a few things even though his laziness prevents him from being someone greater.

He’s probably most noble for being decisive. When he’s hit with making a decision, he chooses a side and stays with it until the bitter end. Once his mind is made up about something, there’s no changing him.

He’s also the type to remain calm even if everything around him is falling apart, making him really centered since he keeps his composure and acts upon the situation instead of expressing emotion towards it. So, he’s definitely noble for this trait as well.

After all, as he grew up, he was constantly reminded by his mother to not let his emotions get the best of him and that a king must never express his opinion nor how he really feels since he must be seen as this rock the entire kingdom sits upon, that it can not falter even the slightest no matter what the kingdom goes through.

W || Words of admiration

🎻 At the end of the ball, it's proper for guests to leave cards for the host about how the balls were and such. So, how does he feel about reading cards addressed to him specifically since he's royalty?

Because Shu’s on the edge of seat to get out of there, you two view the cards the next morning.

Not that he’s very interested, but because you are, he bothers to listen and look through them with you.

Some of the letters are written in their demon world language, so he’s gonna have to translate those for you lol.

After any ball Karl has hosted, Shu would honestly get so many cards it's ridiculous. It’s just endless piles of letters that he’d never read and would tell the servants to burn because he could care less.

Or in worst-case scenarios, Karl would force him to read them in hopes of choosing a future wife if a girl’s letter piqued his interest. This is because Karl’s a big-time advocate of finding a woman’s words to be enticing, and he figures that Shu may be like him in that sense.

Oh the weird kinks of the vampire king

But anyways, Shu makes an exception to read them with you for your sake since you deem it as right to read them in the first place. It’s just plain courtesy.

Oh geez, I sound like Rei rn lmao xDD.

“Aw, look at this one.” You said, beginning to read it aloud, “To a lovely couple and future king and queen. I wish you all the best. Thank you for gracing us with a beautiful evening.”

“Heh, sounds like every other letter.” Shu would smugly comment, his back against his chair as he appeared to be fed up.

“Shu!”

“What? Everyone says exactly the same thing in these letters . . . .” Drawling further with the usual haze in his voice, he’d add, “Whatever…”

Sighing deeply, you’d nudge, “Could you at least try reading one? It’ll take me hours to get through all of these myself.”

“It’s too much of a bother. I don’t have the energy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

Leaning over in your chair, you extended an arm to grab a few more letters from the pile, only to feel a large hand clutch your ass.

Whipping your head in his direction, you scolded, “Shu!”

“What?” He’d say, acting oh-so-innocent.

“You don’t have the energy to read the letters, but yet you have the energy to do that.”

“You’re right there, plus, I didn’t say I didn’t have the energy to do nothing.”

“Whatever.” You’d sass, leaving him to chuckle as you sat down again, his lips quickly finding themselves on your neck as he adorned it with a small kiss.

“Heh, you’re feisty today. If you want me to read them with you, I will on one condition.”

“And that is?”

“Strip.” He’d suggest.

“Shu!”

Honestly, can anyone ever get him to do anything without a scandalous price?

X || Xanadu

🎻 Is this event heaven or hell for him?

To be honest, its more of a hell for him.

Especially because he’s constantly being bombarded by suitresses and nobles who are dying to speak with the heir or have a potential chance with him.

It’s all just bothersome to him since deep down he knows most are out for his title.

But because you’re there with him, the ball is much better, more bearable even.

It actually isn’t too bad tbh.

But Shu honestly can’t wait until he gets home so he can take his suit off and your dress and jump into bed after a long night.

And you can best bet you’ll be spending a lot of time cuddling with him since he claims you’re his favorite body pillow and his remedy to truly relax.

Y || Yearning

🎻 What’s something he yearns for during this event?

To leave lmao. xDD

But apart from this, he really just wants to spend time alone with you.

If he can step away for a little, Shu likes to take you to another part of the castle ground, more specifically the garden/courtyard so he can go for a walk with you just to talk and tease.

I said this in another post, but I’ll say it again, if Shu really wants to get scandalous and has a bit of time to spare, he likes ditching the ball and going into a secluded, closed-off room with him for a bit of intimacy with you before going back out to face all the guests again.

And if by any chance you forget to fix your hair and come out looking like a mess that’s been under the touch of Mr. Heir, Shu’s all for it and will send you seductive stares from afar even if he’s busy conversing with other noblemen.

Z || Zealous

🎻 Is there anything he’s passionate about regarding the ball?

Nothing really.

Shu’s just attending this ball as a total chore set upon him by his father. And it’s been this way for as long as he can remember.

He may enjoy a classical piece or two played by the band at the ball, but other than that, there’s literally nothing he’s passionate about since this is a forced gathering with a bunch of people who are out for his title, and he knows this all too well by now.

Although, with you around, the night becomes much more bearable and feels like it goes by faster because as they say, time goes by when you’re having fun.

So even though he’s not free to do whatever he wants with you because he’s in the company of nobles and playing the “perfect” heir, he’s still happy you’re around because it distracts him from the cons of balls.

Aww :’).

Additional Hcs (uncategorized stuff):

🎻 Y’know how many girls Shu’s brought to balls in the past? Too many to count.

🎻 It was always been the same thing for him, and these “dates” were always ranged from girls his mother forced him to bring, suitresses his father presented him, or some high class snob from Ryoutei or his father’s dinner parties in the human world from time to time.

🎻 And each time it was a different experience depending on the girl he brought.

🎻 Some would constantly smother, nag and/or annoy him, to which he found cumbersome. But of course, he had to act polite since Karl would punish him if he was rude, but Shu wasn’t afraid to be colder than he usual towards a girl he brought and demonstrate some indifference that was passable.

🎻 If his mother was beside him by chance and noticed this rudely “cold” behavior towards a girl or just if Shu was acting this way because he was annoyed to be at an event his father hosted, she’d minorly take hold of his arm, give him a minor pinch that was unnoticeable to others and whisper in his ear to get his act together and to stop acting “unamiable.” Shu would give his mother a slight look of annoyance and would resume his perfect heir act all over again. If it isn’t Karl that will give him a punishment for acting in such a way, it’ll be her.

🎻 But some girls Shu brought were actually nice, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to like them as a potential partner. This is mostly because Shu just hates the idea of match making and deems it as an “unnatural” way to meet a romantic partner. It’s just a turn-off to him.

🎻 Overall, his ball-dates have just been a bunch of girls he simply had little to no interest in, or if he did have some interest, it didn’t last long or was just a fling.

🎻 Random, but since this is a space where no specific category reigns, Shu would like to see you get tipsy and kinda let loose on the dancefloor.

🎻 This would seriously make his night since it would be breaking all formality, to which he’s all for since he’s tired of the rigidity his royal lineage imposes on him.

🎻 In fact, he tries to get you drunk/tipsy during the ball bc he finds it funny.

🎻 And if you happen to fall into either state (tipsy or drunk), he literally lives for the chance of you saying something you shouldn't say out loud.

🎻 Asshole.

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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Hey fellow Beatrix stan~💋 Was thinking about how Beatrix does not have a title like “the demon king’s daughter” or “the white rose”. If she had a title, what do you think it would be?

Let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground

I will still come around when the time for sleep is through

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale

Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

AHHH hello!! I love fellow Beatrix stans, I literally think about her 24/7. Thank you so much for this ask. It brings me so much joy to be able to talk about her and put down in writing the various ideas I have about her, even though it is very late I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Personally, I feel as though Beatrix has been an enigma throughout the short glimpses we got of her.

Especially as a vampire who has such a long history, most of these are simply theoretical based on what limited information there is about her. If that makes sense?

- Ice Princess

- Queen of Hearts

- Plain Woman

Ice Princess is probably the first one that came to mind with her, I think her impassive exterior is one formed over a long period.

From her actions, she has this callous care for the people around her that I think came from being one of those quiet children that meant well but stayed silent unsure of when they were allowed to speak, so she stayed content in not having to stand in the limelight. So she was probably someone quite introverted, hence when it came to being put out like a puppet her flight or fight response literally caused her to … freeze.

As far as I’ve understood from the way she treats her sons, she almost has an avoidant personality, many people do this by dissociation or simply ignoring things that will complicate their situation at hand, the worst part is it’s never on purpose and they feel guilt but it’s what they believe is for the best.

By choosing not to respond or give in to bait, and never being able to gain the courage to leave her mental castle, in a way she traps herself in her own tower from others because of something that occurs in her life that is so violent, unpredictable, something so out of her control.

It is the catalyst for her mask, like most children raised in these conditions they often find comfort in these abusive situations as it’s something familiar to them, and because her most frequent response became to avoid as much conflict as she could; the persona she now exudes is hardened, cold-blooded, and someone who needs control. Someone that puts priority and duty first not out of obligation or responsibility but as a survival tactic.

Which is my explanation for the ‘ice’ bit.

The princess bit is what I think is a bit more obvious, in comparison to Cordelia who is of viboran and first blood descent which makes her so important as a foreign bride of another powerful - if not equally powerful - clan.

Or Christa who is second or third? cousins with Karl which clearly solidifies her lineage as the blood of the imperial monarch of vampires.

Beatrix would come from nobility, partially as someone who would need solid legitimacy and also because it puts a balance to powers within the court because Cordelia strengthens the power of foreign ministers. Christa reinforced the power of royalists within the court the nobles would be neglected.

Within the peerage of nobility, the highest are the Dukes, usually 2 or more within every empire to restrict the power of the royal family, this is why many of their titles are also Prince or Princess before they inherit their duchy’s, or Your Highness.

Not to be confused with royal titles which are Your Royal Highness, otherwise, you might just be tried for treason and killed.

Again because the main responsibility of ducal families is to limit royal power, hence their families are kept separate. No marriages.

Normally the second most important rank in the peerage - the Marquises - would marry into the Royal Family.

So if there were a need for revolt it wouldn’t be cousin vs cousin or brother vs sister as coups are led by the Ducal Families so whoever wins has to execute all family members on either side and that would simply be crude.

Beatrix was an exception however and as a Ducal Princess the only one relevant enough to challenge the rights of the other wives.

So came the title ‘ Ice Princess’ in her younger years

Queen of Hearts is something I feel occurred once she became more established within her role.

I imagine it was a title of jest at first, where in the years after her marriage Cordelia spent her time throwing lavish balls and travelling the country from noble family to family under the guise of forming connections and spreading patronage; Beatrix was the polar opposite.

She spends long hours confined within her palace sorting through documents, attending royal ceremonies, meeting with officials, dignitaries and ambassadors. She looks through contracts and complaints within constituencies. As most would expect, such thorough combing through of the parliament and court led to quite a lot of lords and influential people being stripped of power, exiled, or executed.

Hence the trail of rolling heads at her feet led to the title ‘ Queen of Hearts.

However, near the end of crimson and amber leaves that once decorated the demon world, comes a new joy. His royal highness, crown prince Shu who is the firstborn of Karlheinz and Beatrix Sakamaki; it’s such a joyous occasion even the demon world’s winter couldn’t damper the hopeful festivities in hopes that he’d make it through the winter.

And he did.

Thus with his birth, and the first obstacle overcome with the resilience of a righteous ruler emerges a new Beatrix from her cocoon. Most are stunned at the frequency, they see her look content if not joyous in the presence of her little sun; she takes him out on parades around the nation and far travels.

Soon disperse the rumours of the plain, bookish woman who is their queen, for who better represents vampiric values than Beatrix. Someone who puts her family and duty first and frivolous activities second, never faltering in her politeness and gracefulness not to mention her striking looks that their prince has inherited. Vividly displaying power and commandeering those around her, they soon grow proud to have someone like her as Queen.

Especially with the work she puts into improving the social, economic and political situation within the country; her hard work evident in the new improved infrastructure, the peace treaties developed, so that some day her son shouldn’t have to lead armies like her husband once has.

So came a new meaning to Queen of Hearts, it wasn’t often someone became monarch and deserved their title.

It was to the extent even Karlheinz was forced to change inheritance laws, for so long only divorced or widowed women could own titles, but in the beginning of spring when more exciting news of her being pregnant again spread ‘The Act of Succession’ was passed, that if a husband were to pass his wife/mother of his eldest child shall take his title till his eldest child (not son) is of age unless specifically passed to another in his will.

It was enough to start outcries, and debates but in the end no one could deny faults within Beatrix as their ruler, and even if they never became regent monarch they happily let her rule their hearts.

Plain Woman had to be the most vicious of the nicknames Beatrix had gained in her time, for what did someone with such pure intentions know of the mental games that would exhaust her soul in the next century.

Obviously Beatrix was beautiful, but in the twisted comparison to the other wives not even the strongest mental fortitudes could resist it's slow decay.

Cordelia with her exotic features, enchanting lilt from her accent, and seductiveness that poured from the cells that made her or even Christa with her innocent pretty features, oh she was as pretty as the moon itself, with her illustrious silver strands and blood-wine eyes.

In comparison, Beatrix often wondered in the colder afternoons, when she would sit alone for hours on end her tea long cold, staring at her ink stained hands, knobbly and ugly, her straw like hair heavy, and her dull goulish skin in the reflection all she can wonder why was this the one truth Cordelia had to utter in all of her lies.

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an-animagi · 5 months

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christmas time!! this is my gift for @honeyblockm for the @mcytblrholidayexchange!!

i wrote a fic (which i put below the cut, and the ao3 link is here) and i was really excited to write this!! originally i planned for it to be longer but my brain switched up on me partway through, so hopefully you still enjoy this!!

ive had a lot of fun writing this actually, considering ive read one wedding fic, have been to two weddings i dont remember and all of c!quackity's experiences when it comes to engagement and marriage, and i hope you are satisfied with what ive created :)

this has rolled in at 1040 words, just in case anyone is interested (i dont usually post fics on tumblr ehe i have no clue what im doing✨✨)

ALMOST FORGOT!!! its called 'me and my husbands (we're sticking together)' stolen inspired by 'me and my husband' by mitski (i have just made the lyric plural lol)

-=~=-

Quackity almost expected to be left alone at the altar. Again.

Between the shit-storm that was his relationship with Schlatt, and then the failed wedding attempt a few months back, he hadn’t had many positive experiences of being stood at the concrete table, waiting for a time that no clock could reach.

Or, more correctly, he hadn’t had any, so sue him for setting his standards low. Maybe this time he wouldn’t have to hold back tears after the second hour. Maybe the tissues he wore as armour would protect the open wound in his back from the inevitable knife that kept getting rammed between his ribs.

But that wasn't the point. The point was, that when the heavy doors creaked open again, Quackity didn't nervously glance at them. He didn't restlessly readjust the veil covering the back of his head. His wings didn't shuffle awkwardly behind him.

(He was getting better at lying to himself.)

The door slammed shut with an echoing bang, startling the avian. Usually, anyone entering or leaving did so quietly, slipping in or out of the small hall awkwardly. Instead, when Quackity turned to face the door, his shoulders slumped and he released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding.

As the seated guests began turning their heads in alarm at the sound, Sapnap started his confident march down the aisle, hitching the skirt of his dress up part way through with a huff. Feeling his cheek feathers begin to fluff up, Quackity used all of his willpower to force them to lie flat.

God his fiance was hot.

Quite literally, too, if the faint smoke coming off his fingertips was anything to go off of. With a quick lick of his lips, the avian admired the way that the white dress accented his fiance’s features, watching the demon hybrid walk between the rows of chairs towards him.

White fabric exaggerating his pecs, Sapnap ungracefully dropped the bunched skirt as he reached the altar. If they hadn't been surrounded by both of his fiances’ family members, Quackity wouldn't have hesitated for even a second. As it was, his hand twitched with the urge to squeeze. He thanked God for giving him enough self control to not start groping his fiance’s chest at their wedding altar.

Wings twitching, Quackity met Sapnap’s eyes as they traced his body, smirking at the familiarly hungry look in his fiance’s eyes. Striking his right hip to the side, the avian suppressed a shiver at the wispy fabric of his own dress brushing past his legs and instead wiggled his eyebrows at the black-haired man.

Making a show of flirting like this made it easier for Quackity to ignore the doubts still present in the back of his mind, ignore the whispers of Karl forgetting again, ignore the slight tremble to his hands that had persisted for days and made painting his nails a much more tiresome endeavour than it should have been.

There were two of them now. Quackity could not be alone anymore.

Then, the door creaked open once more and this time the avian let himself look towards it. Sapnap turned as well, both anticipating the final member of their trio to enter the hall and join them. And neither were disappointed.

With the door falling shut behind him, Karl sheepishly grinned at the pair already at the altar. The dress he wore was the only one which reached the panelled flooring, trailing slightly behind him as he walked down the aisle towards the stone table. In his hands sat a small bouquet of flowers, yellow tulips and daffodils wrapped in a white cloth and cushioned by his palms.

A classical song Quackity couldn’t remember the name of played in the background, his thoughts fully consumed by the sight of his fiance in a pristine wedding gown rather than the odd musical choices one of the men he was marrying had made.

If asked, each of them would answer that it had been Sapnap’s idea to wear the dresses. In truth, it had been Quackity who had jokingly offered to wear a dress to their wedding, a smile tugging at his lips as the brunette of the group turned to face him and determined that he would wear the dress, that he wouldn’t mind the white and his hair would clash against it less than the other’s black.

Then Sapnap had declared that they were all wearing dresses, and it had snowballed into looking at renting or purchasing prices and deciding that weddings were expensive. The odd looks upon entering stores which sold dresses and instead being directed towards suits would likely take a while to stop staining the avian’s mind, but in the end the throuple were going to get married.

It ended in their meeting at the altar. Then something new would begin.

Soon enough Karl reached his two fiances, standing between them both with a shining grin on his face. A soft look crossed Sapnap’s face, and Quackity smiled in response, his heart beating wildly as he took in the sight of both gorgeous men in their dresses. God he loved these two so much.

As they all stood, watching each other with smiles on their faces, waiting for the ceremony to start. His stomach fluttering, Quackity couldn’t help the tears that brimmed at the corners of his eyes at the thought that after that day, nothing would be the same.

Most people would call it a new adventure but Quackity hated that. He hated the uncertainty that threatened to taint every moment and the lack of warmth, a comfort that should fill his chest, at hearing the word and the idea of there being a risk. He could lose everything all over again.

But with the adoring look in both of his fiance's eyes, the avian knew that wouldn't happen. They wouldn't let it happen.

So this was it, the start of something new.

And maybe it sounded less exciting or romantic, but Quackity liked the security. He liked being sure that the fears running wild in his mind would never form in the real world. He would never be alone again.

Not for as long as he had Karl and Sapnap.

#fanfiction #dsmp #karlnapity #mcytblrgiftexchange2023 #gift exchange #im still pretty bad at tagging oops sorry about that

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crowtrobotx · 1 year

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As promised, for my beloved Heisenmoots, I have written a little something. Just a little extra. A little bit of Ethan suffering because he has to be friends with the worst old man on earth for the sake of Rose. As a treat. <3 This was kind of hastily written as an introduction to a modern/no village AU - if people like it I will happily add continuations to this and make it a little side series, just for yucks. I hope you enjoy and I love you all a disgusting amount. Title: A Rose and A Butterfly Word count: 3478 Characters: Ethan Winters, Rose Winters, Mia Winters, Karl Heisenberg, fem!OC, daughter!OC Warnings: None (unless you’re not cool with cursing)

When Rose came home and excitedly announced that she’d made a new friend, Ethan Winters couldn’t have been happier. He worried excessively about her at the best of times. With the move to a new town after Mia’s recent job change, he knew that they risked making her already precarious social situation even more fragile. Rose had struggled with forming lasting relationships at her old school, due in no small part to the rampant bullying that seemed to have gone unchecked by every single adult responsible for her with Ethan and Mia weren’t present. Perhaps it was a good thing that they all were getting a fresh start. Still, Ethan had tried not to let his expectations run too high. This had happened before, after all. Sometimes it turned out the other kid or kids in question were lying, pulling off some elaborate scheme to just break her heart in the end. Other times they simply drifted apart, deciding that they didn’t want to associate with someone so far down in the social pecking order. From his vantage point, Ethan was pretty sure being a young girl sounded like the most miserable, complicated experience he could imagine.

Fortunately, this time was different. He pulled up to the pick up location outside of the small town’s middle school to see Rose waiting with a much shorter, stockier girl, dark hair wrangled into two messy buns atop her head. There was a woman standing next to them who looked like she was probably her mother, given how their wild curls matched and the way Rose’s friend kept throwing her a pleading look that Ethan recognized well as the please, I’ll never ask for anything ever again I swear face. He rolled down the window of his SUV and waved politely at the two strangers.

“Dad!” Rose shouted excitedly. “This is my friend Lottie! Can I go over to her house?”

Before Ethan could even open his mouth to respond, Lottie had bounded up to the side of the vehicle and was peering up at him with a fiery gaze. “My mom already said yes,” she explained with a firm nod. “I promise we’re not a family of serial killers. Papa’s fridge in the garage is busted anyway, nowhere to store the organs.”

“Jesus - Lottie. Back up, sweetheart.”

Her mother urged her back onto the sidewalk and approached, laughing awkwardly. She reminded Ethan a bit what he imagined a cool art teacher would look like, with her leather jacket and dark jeans contrasted by several loud, colorful accessories. He could see a couple of tattoos poking out from under her clothes and the glint of a septum piercing flashed in the autumn sunshine. She lowered her voice and scratched the back of her neck, looking apologetic.

“I’m sorry, she’s–”

“She’s fun,” Ethan said with a sincere laugh. He could tell why they got along already - Rose had a wicked sense of humor and Lottie had already made it known that she lacked a filter. “I’m Ethan. I hear our daughters are friends.”

“Kris,” the woman’s shoulders relaxed at last. “I know you don’t know me, or my demon child, but I’m totally fine with Rose coming over. You wanna follow me so you know where she is? We can exchange numbers there.”

Rose practically buzzed with excitement the entire drive. It made Ethan nearly want to cry. The poor kid had been through so much - he had done all he could to protect her and nurture her, as had Mia - but there came a point when the world inevitably sunk its claws in and all he could do was sit back and pray that he’d equipped her properly to fight her battles. So lost in thought he was as they drove to a wooded, semi-rural area nearly at the city limits that he didn’t notice Kris’s “How am I driving? I’m not. This vehicle is driven by 700 rats.” bumper sticker until they’d nearly arrived.

Okay, this family was a teensy bit eccentric. It was fine. Rose seemed happy, that’s all that mattered. Kris appeared to be a perfectly competent person and the way his daughter talked about her friend (and how she’d decked a kid twice her size who’d said something nasty to Rose), he had no reason to think these weren’t decent people.

After pulling down the driveway to the house, obscured entirely from the road by thick trees, Lottie and Rose bounded out of their respective vehicles to meet on the lawn and whisper excitedly about whatever little plans they’d concocted. They ignored Ethan’s inquiries about any homework that needed done before scurrying up to the wide, covered porch. Ethan heard a dog barking excitedly when the front door opened, followed by Rose’s giggling and Lottie yelling “Sturm! Get down! You big idiot…”

“I’m sorry about the rusted out cars and shit out back,” Kris said, appearing at his side and gesturing to a rather impressive pile of junk partially visible behind the house. “My husband is a mechanic. He keeps swearing he’s gonna restore that crap or at least break it down for parts but I think aliens will invade before that happens. I promise the inside of the place doesn’t look like that - despite his best efforts.”

Ethan smiled. “Oh, it’s fine. You should see what my living room looks like when my wife decides to go on one of her crafting sprees.” Of course, a bunch of rusting metal that looked like a tetanus amusement park was a little different from a bunch of paper scraps and glue, but who was counting. “A mechanic, huh? We’re new in town. Would be nice to know a guy who could take a look at our cars. He any good?”

Ethan had said the last part as a joke.

“Oh, he sucks.” Ethan gaped. Kris smirked, looking fondly toward the garage. “I mean, he’s good at what he does. Really good. But he’s a cranky weirdo with the social skills of a feral raccoon. And yet, he’s my feral raccoon. I’ll make sure he fixes your shit if you ever need it.”

If the girls hadn’t already gone inside, Ethan might have considered suddenly remembering a very important engagement that he and Rose absolutely had to attend under any circumstances. His anxieties were quelled slightly over the next few minutes while he and Kris dissolved into pleasant small talk - he had the feeling she and Mia might get along well. They exchanged phone numbers and agreed upon a pickup time, Ethan insisting that she didn’t need to drive over and drop her off after offering to make dinner and ensure that any school projects got done.

“Better make sure that nothing’s on fire yet inside,” Kris said before bidding him farewell and disappearing through a side door.

Ethan stood still for a moment, trying to dispel his ever-present worry. He eventually took a few paces toward the car before, in the silence that followed Kris and the girls’ departure, he noticed the sound of a radio emanating from the garage. It was what Rose affectionately referred to as dad rock; this time it was “Fortunate Son” by Creedence Clearwater Revival. And it was loud. He supposed they didn’t really have to worry about bothering any neighbors out here, but he was almost offended on behalf of the local wildlife.

I should introduce myself, Ethan thought. It was only polite - his daughter was probably going to be coming over to the man’s house with regularity. Kris had made him sound like a curmudgeon, but Ethan was used to that sort of thing at work. At least half of the people who contacted his department were old guys who felt emasculated by the fact that they couldn’t figure out how to convert a Word document into a PDF.

He could handle him. How bad could he be?

As Ethan drew closer to the garage, he became aware of the sound of - and he didn’t use this word lightly - utterly horrific, off-tune singing accompanied by the light tink tink of someone trying to drum along in time with a wrench. He couldn’t see anyone through all the stacked up boxes, car parts and frankly odd bits and bobs - the whole place looked like it was one small seismic event from collapsing. Not to mention that the place smelled like a combination auto body shop and cigar emporium. He wasn’t sure what was more polite - to yell a greeting over the cacophony, or to quietly enter and risk scaring the man.

He opted for the former. “Hello? Mr. Uh. Lottie’s dad? Sir?” Ethan grimaced at his own unwieldy introduction.

The radio almost instantaneously shut off, followed by a frankly eerie silence. Ethan froze. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as pleasant as possible despite feeling like he’d just walked into a horror movie set. “I’m Rose’s dad? Lottie’s friend? I just dropped her off and wanted to–”

The hidden man poked his welding mask-clad head around the corner at last. His shoulder-length gray hair had frizzed in every direction, looking like the world’s dirtiest halo. He seemed to give Ethan a once over before lifting the mask up, grinning maniacally through his unkempt beard.

“Oh, so you’re Butterfly’s friend’s papa! Didn’t realize you were coming over! Have a seat over here, don’t be shy!”

Ethan was taken aback. This wasn’t the grouchy old man he’d been anticipating - he’d thoroughly expected to exchange a few manly grunts with him before retreating home to nurse a bottle of merlot and feel like he’d been chastised by his peepaw.

“Come on, come on, don’t got all day.”

Ah. There it was.

Ethan squeezed himself through the mess until he found a blessedly semi-clear space, complete with workbench and a couple of metal chairs. He could see now that the man had been working deep in an old car’s engine, and a pretty one at that. He couldn’t quite discern the make and model - a Firebird, perhaps? - but even in the low light he could see the cherry red paint, dashboard hula girl and goofy, fuzzy dice hanging in the rearview mirror. Ethan may not have been a big car guy but he knew a man’s baby when he saw one.

Lottie’s father leaned against the hood, arms crossed over a Def Leppard t-shirt that had seen better days, the print faded so much as to be near unrecognizable. Ethan sat down awkwardly in front of the workbench, charmed to see that in addition to the scattered blueprints and scribbled notes, there was an abundance of crayon drawings done no doubt by Lottie and pictures of her pinned everywhere on the corkboard hanging overhead. There were a couple of photos of him and his wife together, a couple magazine cutouts of antique vehicles, but to see this stereotypical looking man’s man dominate his space with pictures of and done by an 11 year old girl was strangely endearing.

“So,” the mechanic purred, “Lottie’s told me your girl and her are pals. Which means you and I have some bonding to do.”

“I guess so,” Ethan laughed, still somewhat wary. “I’m Ethan Winters. Rose is my daughter - we just moved here from the city a few months ago.”

“Heisenberg,” the man waved a hand, almost sounding bored. “Karl Heisenberg. I’m the poor asshole everyone around here calls when their shit breaks.”

“Yeah, Kris told me that you were a mechanic. I hope this isn’t presumptuous, but I’d love for you to take a look at my SUV when you have a chance - it started making this weird clunking noise when we were halfway through moving.”

“You met my wife?”

“I did, she–”

“Don’t get any ideas.”

Ethan laughed. Karl did not. This man is insane.

“I– uh, I wasn’t planning on it,” Ethan cleared his throat. He was frantically looking around now for the quickest exit, lest he end up on this week’s latest unexplained disappearance crime report. “We met up at school when the girls were out and we exchanged phone numbers just so we could coordinate play dates. I’m happily married myself, I assure you.”

At last, the mechanic’s serious face broke into a grin again. “ Hah! Look at your face. Oh, calm down - I’m just yankin’ your leg. I know you’re not here for any nefarious purposes. You’d be pig slop in seconds if you ever tried anything.” Ethan did not want to know what that meant. “You want a beer, Winters?”

Jesus, yes. Ethan nodded. “That would be great, thanks… Karl.”

Karl handed him an open, half drunk can of PBR that was sitting on a nearby stool. He fished around in the broken fridge Lottie had mentioned earlier, helping himself to a fresh one. Ethan stared at the can in his hand, wondering privately when the cast from Punked! was going to burst through the door.

“Yeah, my Lottie said your Rose was having problems with one of the local asshole kids,” Karl said thoughtfully, as if what he’d just done wasn’t incredibly bizarre and off-putting. “What’s her name, Alice? Always thought that kid was a dick. I’ve taught Butterfly from the day she could talk to hit first, ask questions later. Might not be the popular parenting technique these days, but I don’t want her ever taking shit from someone who she wouldn’t go to for advice. Sounds like your kid’s been having some problems.”

Ethan thumbed the beer tab, unsure of how much he wanted to disclose to this relative stranger. “We’ve had to move a few times because of her mom’s job,” he explained. “It’s been hard on her. I worry. This is the first time Rosie’s had a friend last more than a few weeks.”

Karl raised an eyebrow. “Lottie’s a good kid. She ain’t gonna give your precious Rose grief unless she deserves it. By the way, what’s the deal? She stayin’ overnight or what?”

“It’s a Tuesday,” Ethan blinked. “School night? I wasn’t planning on it. Kris– uh, your wife said she’d give them dinner and then I was gonna come back around 7:30. If that’s alright?”

“Fine fine,” Karl took a swig from his can before swaggering over to an open toolbox, fishing through a massive selection of nuts and bolts. “Tuesday’s our movie night. Just wanted to make sure you’re not gonna be throwing off my plans. I’ve been working on this new popcorn machine prototype - those assholes at the patent office never appreciate my genius - that’s shaped like a dragon. It breathes popcorn out of its mouth like fire - fuckin’ sick, Winters. I think I fixed a little bug it had where it would, ah, also spew boiling hot butter into your face at the same time. Shame, that. Just because of a little thing like third degree burns, innovation stagnates.”

“Why.” Ethan stared. “Why… would someone want that?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Karl snarled, clearly offended. “You haven’t touched your drink I gave you, by the way.”

Ethan really needed to leave - Mia was probably wondering where on earth he was. He felt like he’d been hit by a bus, in all honesty. He’d gone from ecstatic to hear of Rose’s new friendship, to somewhat worried at her going to a new place, to simultaneously terrified and fascinated to meet the people he’d likely have to make nice with for his daughter’s sake. He wasn’t about to jeopardize the first good thing in her life in what felt like eternity, but he also had zero desire to spend any more time than necessary with this bizarre man he was getting extreme stoner uncle with a criminal history vibes from.

Mercifully, the tension was broken by an excited, high-pitched voice from outside.

“Papa! Look what Rose showed me!”

Lottie zipped through the maze of the garage with practiced ease, not paying any mind to Ethan. Karl’s face morphed from suspicious irritation to soft delight so quickly that it seemed like an entirely different man was standing in the room now, casting aside his drink to intercept his daughter and hoist her up into an affectionate embrace. Lottie shoved an item that Ethan recognized to be Rose’s small, engraved knife - a gift from Chris, one that had been entirely unnecessary but remained a prized possession nevertheless - into his face.

“Ah, she just has that in case of emergencies–” Ethan felt the need to explain, lest he look like a maniac in front of the actual maniac. He didn’t necessarily like that his daughter carried it around, but he also didn’t love the idea of her being completely unarmed in case of an emergent situation. His own life experiences had taught him that preparedness was far preferable to playing it safe, even if it wasn’t the way things should be.

“Fuckin’ cool,” Karl grinned like a madman again. “Too bad Mama won’t let you have one, huh? I’ll keep workin’ at her - don’t worry. Looks like plain old Ethan is more exciting than we thought.”

“Plain?” Ethan stammered.

Rosemary appeared at last, casting her father a hesitant smile. “We weren’t doing anything weird, I promise. Mrs. Heisenberg sent us outside because she uhm, she said she wanted to make sure Lottie’s dad wasn’t ‘terrorizing’ you.”

Karl feigned a look of hurt. “I can’t believe she’d ever believe me capable of such a thing! Oh, well. Never fear, Rose - your dad was just leaving, wasn’t he? And in one piece at that. You can assure the missus that nothing bad happened. We’re bros now, right? Ethan? Bros?”

“Papa,” Lottie rolled her eyes.

“We are not bros,” Ethan answered far, far too quickly. “Ah. Not yet.” Please god, not ever. “But, yes, I was just leaving. Thank you for looking after Rose. I’ll be back in a few hours. Unless you want to be picked up early?” He tried not to look too desperate while he waited for his daughter’s response.

“No, I’m good staying for dinner!” Rose rocked on her heels anxiously. “C’mon, Lottie, we better finish that science project so we can get to Mario Kart.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lottie groaned, resigned. “Papa, will you play with us later? When you’re done?”

Karl smirked, setting her down and giving a fiendish wink. “Only if you kids want your asses kicked.”

“Papa, you’ve literally never won–”

“Bye, girls!” he hummed happily. “Better get some practice in if you wanna have a prayer!”

The daughters exchanged a look before giggling at some secret joke and sprinting off again, leaving the two men in awkward silence again. Ethan stood, trying to think of a decent way to bid Karl farewell without expressing just how deranged he’d found this whole encounter. Fortunately for him, the mechanic spoke first, in a tone that seemed wholly different from their earlier interactions.

“They’re the best, huh? Those little girls. I’d raze a whole village to the ground if Lottie asked me to.”

Ethan blinked, taken aback. “I’d do the same for Rose,” he said without hesitation.

Karl looked back at him, oddly thoughtful for just long enough to be unnerving, before the demented sparkle returned to his eyes.

“So, anyway. When you come back to pick her up later, there’s this toaster I’ve been trying to modify that I want you to look at. To get the “every man” perspective or whatever. Ignore the fact that it sometimes talks about wondering if it has a soul or whatever, I’ll patch that out.”

“Oh, well see,” Ethan began walking back to his car at an unashamedly brisk pace. “Rose has a doctor’s appointment in the morning and I really shouldn’t linger. In fact, it might be my wife who comes and picks her up depending on how the yard work I’ve got piling up goes. But next time!”

Please let ‘next time’ be Rose��s graduation and no sooner.

“Winters! Hey! Get back here - ah, fuck you too. I’ll get your address from your wife and bring it over this weekend if tonight isn’t good! Are you even listening to me–”

Ethan Winters had never received a speeding ticket in his life. But as he peeled out of the Heisenberg driveway, still clutching the half full beer can, he wondered if it wouldn’t be worth it to put as much distance between himself and that strange man as humanly possible.

“Whatever,” he finally exhaled when he saw the dim glow of the main body of town coming into view. “He’ll probably forget all about me after a day or two. It’ll be fine. This is for Rose, after all. I can handle Lottie’s upsetting dad if it benefits her. What’s the worst that could happen?”

We’re bros now, right?

Ethan downed the rest of the drink once he was safely back in his own garage. It was going to be a long, long school year.

#not putting in the main tags bc i feel like all the people who knew these characters/read my fic are already followers/moots #but feel free to rb!! or don't lol i feel like this isn't very good but oh well #i just think ethan and karl are served so well by a deranged platonic one sided bromance #it is my favorite dynamic for them and i would love to write more of it #actually you know what I am putting it in the main tags fuck it #Karl Heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #Karl heisenberg fanfiction

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the-timeless-founder · 2 years

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physical headcanons for your characters maybe?

Thank you for the question, anon! I had no idea how to properly answer this so I just went with my string-of-thoughts and called it a day. I hope you enjoy <3

Saeclus Sanguine:

Tall and lean, with firm muscles and smooth skin that's been cut open and hardened quite a bit through the years

His face is really delicate, has barely any sharp angles aside from his eyes, and he's almost feminine in beauty

His eyes are the only sharp corners in his face, and they could muster a glare that would make a grown demon shrivel up in fear, blazing with unspeakable power that has been sought for centuries

Yet those same eyes could widen in sweet wonder, go soft in gentle kindness and become glassy with sorrow and remorse

His eyes are super expressive, and at the same time, it seems like there's always a sort of veil over them, a part of him that isn't quite reachable

His hair though, is arguably the best feature about him

It's soft and flowing, and trails behind him beautifully like an elegant cloak as he walks, gracefully dancing when the day is windy

He rarely smiles openly, because he hates it when his fangs show through and often frighten the other party with how sharp and big they are

He vaguely smells like a warm library space, herbal teas and deep, wild woodlands

He has a few scars across his body - one over his eye, two on his back and side, and one right under his heart from when Karl attempted to kill him

All of these have been inflicted by celestial or holy weapons, as one of Saeclus' powers is that any wounds inflicted by demonic magic eventually heal without any traces

If it wasn't for his somewhat deep and masculine voice, he would be mistaken for a woman more than he is

He wants to be covered up almost all the time, and feels uncomfortable when he's showing a lot of skin in a public or semi-public setting

Whether that's because he's gotten so used to armor and heavy garbs or for other reasons, he'll never tell

Mishiro Chiheisen:

She's beautiful in a soft, very feminine way

Not too tall or short, a soft classic body type and somewhat smooth, sweet skin

Her face has no sharp angles at all, she's soft and round at every turn

Wide baby blue eyes with full pale lashes and the most gentle, understanding gaze ever

Long curls of fluffy white hair that are tangled just enough to frame her face, and yet fly like a cloud in the waves of wind that result from her pristine white wings dancing and gliding in the air

The feathers of her ears and those on her wings have a slight golden biological luminescence to them, though it's not enough to disturb one's sleep, and the glow intensifies if a feather is plucked

She's almost always smiling, soft lips pushed inward due to that, and is very aware of the effect her open-mouthed smile has on people

She smells like a valley of lilies and daisies, with an undertone of sweet perfume, her natural scent long buried underneath

Her voice isn't too sweet or soft naturally, but she tones it down significantly to seem more friendly and warm

She likes to show just the right amount of skin to be appealing, usually, but she will wear more professional dresses when she is doing work

Famously, she wears a lot of lighter colors - although she prefers some of the more intense colors she has clothes made of - just because they look better on her

Claire Cornelle:

She is undeniably beautiful, but her beauty isn't as intense as her sisters Cordelia and Catherine

She has the same sharp, slanted eyes that Cordelia does, which they both inherited from their father Burai

A touch colder and less inviting, her gaze sweeps the room in a quick glance

Taller than both of her sisters, with a more defined and less voluptuous body

A soft hourglass figure, with arms that have strength and softness in them

Her hair is long and softly flowing, slightly more vicious than her sisters', braided on the sides of her head as a sign of her First Blood lineage

Her lips are slightly puffy with sharp angles, always painted an intense red with either lipstick or blood, and she'll let you interpret that how you will

She also has a small mole by her lips, the same one as Laito's, both inherited from Burai

Her voice is much more commanding than her siblings', a natural intensity in it that can easily unsettle a room filled with men

And her words are no different, swaying the tide of the conversation masterfully as she sees fit

Is she charming or intimidating? It depends on the company she's in, but you can always trust her to be dignified and headstrong

She smells like wild roses, skin oils and silk dresses, but her natural scent is much sweeter and less intense

She shows some skin, as is appropriate for a princess, but not nearly enough to be slandered or called names for it, much more professional looking than most of her fellow kinswomen

Though she doesn't mind putting on a bit of a show, she tries to stick to the sidelines and observe more, wary of treachery or a dagger aimed at her throat

#(( wheee i enjoyed this way too much #(( sorry it took so long anon #diabolik lovers oc #saeclus sanguine #diabolik oc #saeclus #mishiro #mishiro chiheisen #claire cornelle #claire #headcanons

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ksqwildwest · 2 years

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In the hidden town of Lazarus - A Poem

(I impulsively wrote a poem based off this au + didn't edit it so I hope you enjoy but I also apologize for any errors lul)

Hidden in a invisible fog, push and pull till it all breaks Just to restart every Sunday Never lost and never found But surround by those who have your heart

A happy sad tune for the one who went away A vengeful breath for the evil from outside The reversed cards helping the writer keep everyone safe And the lovers who just want him to stay

Hidden in a invisible fog, push and pull till it all breaks From the ground a book of strange ruins That the priest will gamble everything to solve soon Never lost and never found with the demons deal he takes

Everything is different and yet the exact same now The writer still stays up and the bandits steal But there's still something hiding beyond the fog It's has to be nothing this time, right everyone?

Hidden in a invisible fog, Preparing for nothing and everything Just to restart every Sunday Never know who might show up next But your surround by those who are your family

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I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay! "Hidden in a invisible fog" is such a good way to describe how the town is unable to be found by those who aren't lost and haven't been there before!

"Never lost and never found", YESSSS!!! Once you live there you can never be lost to death but you can also never be found if you don't play nice!

"A happy sad tune for the one that went away", BILLY! YES! YOU'RE REFERENCING THE SHORTS!

"A vengeful breath for the evil from outside", SHERMANS HATRED FOR BILLIUM!!! EAT THE RITCH!!!!

"The reversed cards helping the writer keep everyone safe" the writer is obviously Karl and the cards must be the bandits, but I do wonder why they are specified as reversed cards? I think I'm missing something here. No wait, the lovers are referenced in the next line. Are the reversed cards the pets?

"From the ground a book of strange ruins/ that the priest will gamble everything to solve soon" it's George and his book! The priests accidental summoning!

"Preparing for nothing and everything" and "never know who might show up next/ but you're surrounded by those who are your family"

.... I think you accidentally just foreshadowed the plot here and I'm honestly living for it!!! I can't say much more for spoiler reasons, but I must say that these lines can apply to multiple situations in the next couple stories!

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #lazarus gifts

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adiabolikpastel · 2 years

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I really hope I'm not being a bother, but I love the lore you've created for your fanfic and now I have several questions. 🥹👉🏻👈🏻

Could you tell us more about that war you mentioned in the other ask? What role did each Sakamaki play in the war?

If Karl dies, then what happens to Skye? Why is Karl so interested in Skye?

Is Burai in love with Rose or is he just using her?

And I repeat, I really love your world building and lore.

ohmygosh, you are so sweet. Thank you so much! I love questions so please feel free to send ask anytime~ I don't post nearly as much as I want to, but I love developing things for the blog.

I hope all of this answer your questions! Thank you so much again, I love answering ask about the world. I am so glad you enjoy the story.

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I am guessing by post you mean this one - which was a hypothetical question based off the cannon information from Carnelian Blood. In that post I kind of talked about what each boy would do, in relation to the OC they are with.

To recap:

Tormented Reverie; Kanato would fight to save Yuuki. Laito would need saving, where Yuki would come into his powers and save him.

Excruciating Duplicity; Shu would be out fighting, with Callista holding it down at home. Reiji and Callista would strategize from the castle. Karlheniz, Burai and Ajax would all meet their ends. Skye would defend Eden Castle. Rose would wait for Burai's return, after convincing him to form an alliance with the other Kings.

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Your next question; If Karl dies, then what happens to Skye? Why is Karl so interested in Skye?

First one is easy ~ since in Excruciating Duplicity Shu is the one to take over after Karl - he would become Skye's new 'master'. Skye's family is one that serves the Bat Clan. Since Skye was effectively disowned by his father - he technically doesn't need to stay in the service. Shu would more than likely allow Skye to leave the Makai and pursue his life however he saw fit. Shu would have no use for him, especially in the ways his father did.

The second requires a little backstory. Skye’s family is one that serves the Bat Clan – meaning for generations they have worked for the clan. Their skill can be helpful in the world of politics, but lucky for Skye – is family was given permission to live outside of the Makai. After his mother died and his dad kicked him out/disowned him, Skye was homeless. It did not take long, however, for Karlheinz to find him. He offered him a home, as long as he served as his assistant. And thus, Skye was moved into Eden Castle (as well as given an apartment in the Human World) – becoming Karlheinz’s assistant. That relationship would change over time – Skye now being his lover/concubine.

But why does Karlheniz care? Honestly? Boredom. Loneliness one could argue. I wouldn’t say Karl particularly ‘cares’ about Skye. He uses Skye. His body, mind, and talents – all of these are things that Karl benefits from. To care about something would imply that Skye is cherished. When in reality that is not the case – and Skye is well aware of this.

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Is Burai in love with Rose or is he just using her?

Oh… nooooooooooo.

No, he – far worse that Karlheniz – is simply using Rose. Their relationship is strictly based on a primal need. I wrote a piece about how their … relations started. Feel free to read that here.

This idea is something that I have talked about, in great length, with @the-sloth-woman. Since the version of Burai I am using is hers, we bounce ideas often. We have even talk about the possibility of them having a child. Things get dark down that route.

Ultimately, Burai does not love – he never has. He loves himself and what benefits him the most. Rose is simply a little rabbit used to release the frustration/stress that comes with being the Demon King.

#ask answer #ask mun

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pandas-nsfw · 2 years

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How would the boys react to you in a maid outfit?

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

🧫 Dream 🧫

• He swore he lost his breath the moment he saw you.

• “Damn, is my birthday today and I forgot?” this man is so proud and cocky about the whole situation.

• Makes you sit on his lap or get near enough for him to grab you by your waist, just to explore your body with his hands.

• Chuckles if you try to stop him from peeking under your skirt.

• in each inch he travels of your body, he leaves a soft kiss over your skin.

• It probably will end in either soft sex (if you behave) or in rough sex (if you're a brat).

• “Now, now Doll, you don't want to get punished, do you?”

❄️ Georgenotfound ❄️

• Dear lord- this man is speechless. Loves how You're all dress up for him, don't get him wrong, but he has no words.

• He looked at you from the top to the bottom, and THIS PRICK FUCKING LICKED HIS LIPS.

• “Come here gorgeous, I don't bite~” LIE, I REPEAT, LIE.

• If you get close to him, he will totally grab you by your wrists and puts them behind your back.

• He will get his face close to your neck and leave a trail of kisses.

• Will end in oral sex, with you being the only one receiving pleasure.

🔥 Sapnap 🔥

• This man jumps out of excitement when he sees you. You can see his demon tail wiggle excited.

• “Oh my god, you look so stunning! Is this for me dear?” he is so happy to see you like this.

• He's the one walking towards you and grabbing you by your tights, yeah, your tights, not your waist.

• He will sit on his knees and start praising all over your body while his hands travel your body.

• He bites your inner thighs, leaving bloody marks.

• Will totally end in soft-rough sex with fire play involved (if you're comfortable with it).

🌆 Karl Jacobs 🌆

• He goes all red and giggling.

• “You look so pretty angel~” this man is a simp.

• He gets closer to you and kisses you softly, rubbing gently your waist and plays with the skirt of the outfit.

• “This feels soft... May I test if you feel the same, angel?” he is being such a gentleman with you, wanting to memorize every little detail of you with the maid outfit.

• Soft Sex <3

🌹 Punz 🌹

[Since C!Punz has no reproductive organs and no gender, I'll use C!Punz's HC as a male.]

• Man has a smile from cheek to cheek.

• “Would you look at that, beautiful~ so dressed up... Just for me~?” I swear he got memorized a whole book of pick up lines.

• His eyes never leave your body, specially if the maid outfit makes any part of your body stand out.

• “Now, come on beautiful, won't you be such an angel and sit on my lap so I can appreciate your beauty?”

• Will probably end with you riding him, while he praises and degrades your body.

🌸 Eret 🌸

[I'm aware both C!Eret/Eret uses all pronouns, but I'll use just one set of pronouns for each scenario with C!Eret to prevent confusions.]

• “Oh darling~ my sweet monarch turned into a lovely maid for me?” He feels so proud about the situation.

• Makes you sit on his lap so he can let his hands travel all over your body. Plus, he likes playing with the skirt.

• Leaves a trail of marks on your shoulders and neck.

• “Now dear, how about we take this cute little outfit out of you?”

• It ends in soft sex with a little bit of degradation.

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*Welcome! Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to request!

#dreamwastaken smut #sapnap smut #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound smut #georgenotfound x reader #karl jacobs smut #karl jacobs x reader #sapnap x reader #punz x reader #punz smut #eret x reader #eret smut

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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2,000 Follower Special

DreamSmp Kissing Headcanon's

~No minor members obviously~

Characters: Dream, Geroge, Sapnap, Technoblade, Phil, Wilbur, Fundy, Dream XD, Slimecicle, and Quackity

Side bar: thank you all so much for 2,000 followers! This means the world to me, I start college again on Saturday so writing might start to slow down. For now though I hope you enjoy the special! Don’t forget to join the discord!

If you like consider buying me a coffee?: thank you!

Dream:

Passionate and Slow

Dream would always kiss you like it was his last day with you, and knowing what he does it very well could be

Dream tasted of sugar and dark chocolate

His kisses were a temptation and an addiction

He would always pull you close by the loops of your jeans, his way of keep control of you and your shared kisses

Dream's hands would then drift to the curve of your back and down to your ass

PDA is not a problem for him, not like you were around many people in the first place

You'd laugh against his lips and he'd smile

He would never break the kiss first, only breaking it if you pulled away first

Dream knew you were about to pull away whenever you'd tug on the roots of his blonde hair, it was like you wanted to tease him one last time before letting him go

"You should go. You're going to be late."

"Come on kitten just a little bit more? Be a good girl like you always are for me?"

You laughed dragging him into another kiss, and he smirked against your lips giving your lips a little nibble

He felt you tug on his hair and pull away from him, "You're a dog."

"You love me."

"I do, now shoo. Leave no survivors for me."

Dream's face burned up to his ears and his eyes lit up with childlike glee.

"Always do!"

You were the only one Dream let stay in his life, the only attachment he allowed himself to have.

He'd kill for you

GeorgeNotFound:

Soft and Clumsy

George was never one to pull you close and kiss you slowly and passionately

The mushroom man would much rather show his love through other ways, gifts and sleepy cuddles being the main tells of his affection

Especially in front of others

When he would give you kisses he'd cup your cheek and pull you close for a chaste kiss

It was clumsy and you both always ended up with teeth knocking together before finding a rhythm

His lips tasted like strawberries

After every kiss, he'd rest his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes

In public, Geroge was always sweet never wanting to rough you up unless of course, he wanted to be a brat

However, that was reserved for when you were alone

No one else needed to know he thoroughly enjoyed getting dominated by you in every single aspect of life

"Gogy, on your knees. Now."

"Make me, savior."

"You know bad boys don't get what they want."

"We both know that's not true. Now fuck me already."

He knew he fucked up the minute your eyebrow raised and you grabbed at the collar around his neck.

You were about to show him how good of a kisser you were.

Sapnap:

Messy and Heated

Sapnap no matter what the circumstances always had a hand on you

Talking to Karl and Quackity a hand rested in the back pocket of your jeans

Talking to George and Dream an arm was around your shoulders

Even when talking with his dad and Skeppy a hand was firmly placed protectively on the small of your back

Anytime the fire demon was feeling the slightest bit needy his lips would be on yours

Sapnaps kisses were always making out, never in between

Fingers bruising your hips, as he pulled you flush against his body

The kisses were open-mouthed, his lips had a tendency to travel

Your neck would be covered in bite marks, telling everyone in the surrounding area who you belonged too

He tasted like cinnamon and pine

The make-out sessions always ended with his hand up your shirt or your hand down his pants

"Darlin' come on."

"We're having dinner with your dads we aren't going to go make out while they're making dinner!"

The pout on his face was so cute it almost broke you

"Please?"

"...fine."

He tackled you onto the couch not even hesitating to press his mouth against your own lips.

Technoblade:

Tender and Rough

He loved you to death, and his kisses always reflected that

Techonblade was tender when he needed to be, always careful not to go too far, careful not to hurt you

Those kisses came in a sleepy haze or when he came back from a long trip with Phil and Steve, or even after a long day.

He tasted of freshly fallen snow and mint

Technoblade would always run his fingers down your arm to ask for attention without really asking for attention.

You'd give him a kiss knowing that's how he asked and he would purr deep in his chest.

Some days, the voices won

They would plead him to be rough, to mark you and claim you as his forever partner

You secretly loved those days, but the guilt Technoblade felt when he'd succumb always made you keep your mouth shut

The kisses would leave you with more than a fair share of marks, including bruised lips and thighs

You knew who was in control by the way he'd cling to you, grab your hips and press your ass against his hips

"Tech?"

"hm..."

"Is today a rough day?"

You felt him nod against his spot on your neck, and heat pooled in your gut

His tusks began to pinch against the skin of your neck and you knew he was working on the first mark of many of the night

"We're going to devour you"

"Please do, you know I'm yours."

He growled and swallowed your words in a blistering kiss

Afterall you were his mate and the Blood God was plenty good with his mouth

Philza:

Soft and Gentle

Whenever he moved to initiate a kiss he'd always cup your cheeks and kiss your nose before your lips

He tasted of pine and fresh air

Phil always kept you safe from those who'd want to destroy the happy life you've built together

Unlike a lot of the other members of the SMP, Phil always put your well-being before his own

He always made sure you were happy and healthy, so he could provide the best life possible for you

Hands always found their way to your stomach and plush thighs whenever the opportunity found itself

Especially after your daughter was born, Euphoria was her name and she was born after the both of you had lost Wilbur

Not one for PDA unless it's hand holding or lingering cheek kisses

When alone it's a completely different story, man is all over you

Showering you with kisses and cuddles

If you want the kisses to be heated tug on the feathers at the base of his wings it's a sure-fire way to get him riled up

"Jesus Christ Angel you know what that does to me!"

"Yeah? And what're you gonna do about it bird brain."

He gave you a dark look that only meant you were in big trouble

Your smile only widened, after all, you were one of his peskiest crows

Wilbur: (mostly revivedbur)

During his presidency, his kisses were nervous and sweet

Those were your favorite, he'd be so nervous to kiss you, you'd have to pull him by his lapel and plant one on him

After he got replaced by Schlatt his kisses were full of blistering anger and horribly rough

Those were your least favorite, he only ever kissed you when he was horny or needed to let off some steam

When he was revived his kisses were otherworldly and brief

Those kisses were to prove to you that he's changed, that the 13 and a half years spent in hell were not for naught

He had you wrapped around his reformed facade almost immediately

You just wanted your fiancè back

Whenever he kisses you it was always when you were about to argue with him about something stupid

No matter what Wilbur you were met with the man always tasted of cigarette smoke and caramel

He'd kiss you in a way that made your toes curl and your mind fog up pleasantly

Wilbur would call you softly tell you how much he loved you while cradling your face

He also loved to plant kisses to the top of your head to show his everlasting affection for you

If the kisses got too heated his hand would wrap around your throat leaving you bruised and yearning for more

He'd never provide more, he only would when he was in one of his moods

His post-presidential self would peak through in those moments, just using you for a quick lay to blow off steam

In a haze afterward, he'd profess his undying love to you, how you were his muse

His everything and without you by his side he'd have nothing and no one to turn to in his times of need

"I love you, you know. More than anything."

"I know Wilby, I love you too."

You felt his lips grace the top of your head and you snuggled into him under the sheets

"You'll always stay by my side right? No matter what?"

"Always and forever Wilbur, until the end of the line. It's both of us or neither of us."

"I'll hold you to it."

Fundy:

Quick and Innocent

He was just overexcited and eager to kiss you all the time

PDA was never a concern for him, he wanted to show the entire server that he was in love and you loved him back

Fundy's kisses tasted like candied apples with a hint of powdered sugar

He was like his fox part in many ways, kissing you on the lips without warning, tail wagging behind him like an overexcited puppy

Fundy would grab your shoulders and pull you close pressing a quick kiss to your lips before scampering away

He'd shout a loud "I love you, dream girl!"

You would shout the same back knowing he'd be coming home after his shift in Las Nevadas

Fundy would bring you back gifts from his shifts all stuff from the magical city that gave him new meaning

You moved there with him soon after, and Quackity was happy to have another citizen in his city

Fundy spent the rest of the day by your side sneaking in kisses and dragging you around his jobs in the city

His kisses were never meant to leave you wanting more to be blistering and heated

You never minded that, he just wanted to show his undying love for you any way possible

But some days you had enough of his innocence and sweetness

"Fundy you know I won't break, right? You can kiss me harder than that."

He'd flush up to his face, his fur bristling, "I know that! I just don't want to hurt you..."

"A little pain is never a bad thing fur baby."

He yelped as you tugged on his tail, a smirk playing on your lips

"(Y-y/n)!"

"Hm?"

"Show me how?"

"Anything for you."

Like father like son it seemed

Dream XD:

Hard and Possessive

The God tasted indescribable, it was like everything you loved all wrapped up in his lips

XD was never one to share his possessions with anyone which is why he kept you away from the SMP

If he could he'd give up his godly powers and duties for you

If XD could live a normal life with you he would, he'd learn how to farm while you wouldn't need to lift a single finger ever again

his kisses always came as a surprise when you were doing something important

You'd be farming and suddenly giant hands lifted you into the air

You knew it was XD immediately and you smiled up at him, you kissed his giant thumb

He shrunk down to mortal size to press a kiss to your lips, his hands found your waist immediately

Nails digging into the flesh of your hips for sure leaving bruises and marks so everyone's knew he was there

XD loved your neck, loved covering it in claim marks so no one would mess with you or him

Doesn't care about PDA, will show anyone who you belong to if they so much as touch you

Appearing behind you and swallowing your lips in a possessive kiss that left you breathless

He was absolutely the jealous type

The only other man he even let you interact with was George and that's only because he was possessive over him as well

It didn't even have to be other men, if you were farming and not paying attention to him, he'd finish the work for you solely so he could get his kisses faster

Almost always his kisses divulged into something more passionate and electrifying

"My goddess," His voice was like honey as it filled you with warmth, "You are a drug to me. Did you know you could domesticate a God? You must've been aware since birth you were made for something special."

"You flatter me D," You yelped feeling his shark-like teeth graze the skin on your neck

"I'll do more than flatter you, Goddess, I'll compliment you so much you'll just be a pile of mush in my arms."

His hand slid down the front of your pants and you let your head fall against his shoulder

"That's it. Succumb to me, you are mine."

Slimecicle:

Inexperienced and Oblivious

Charlie was new to human experiences even though he pretended not to be

it took him three months before he even realized kissing was a ritual human's did when they were together romantically

You were human and you needed kisses for love! He wasn't being a very good flesh partner at all!

Before he kissed you for the first time he consulted with Quackity who handed him a book titled 'How to Sex' before walking away rather swiftly

Charlie absorbed all the knowledge he could from the books and from watching people kiss in the past

He read it cover to cover and when he saw you the next time he planted a kiss on your lips

or what he thought was a kiss, it was mostly tongue and teeth and you broke away sputtering

The poor man was so confused

He tasted like slime and it wasn't the only thing that caught you off guard

You had to guide him like a lost puppy

Charlie learned the proper body language you'd show when you were okay with a kiss from him

As always he was a very good listener, he just needed practice

Luckily he had such a teacher

You taught him what the different types of kisses meant

You taught him that there were many different types of kisses for different scenarios

Of course, he requested a demonstration for all of them

One might think it was an innocent enough request but you knew better

"Do you have a thing for your teacher Charlie?"

"Yes! She is very pretty and her flesh mounds and lips look very soft!"

You flushed and slapped a hand over your face to hide your blush

"You're such a dork."

"I'm not a dork! I'm bones silly!"

"Yeah I know, now come over here so I can give you a hands-on lesson."

"Yes ma'am!"

Quackity:

Hesitant and Pleading

also passionate and full of longing

Quackity pours all he has into his kisses with you, trying to communicate his feelings without words

His kisses tasted of vanilla and lavender

probably kisses hesitantly but passionately like he's afraid you'll leave him so he needs to pour all he has into the kiss

You knew he wanted a kiss when Quackity would look at you out of the corner of his eyes

They would be big and blown, wings fluffing against his back

He looked in love

He would look at you like you were his lifeline the only thing he had that kept him grounded after the loss of your other two fiancè's

Speaking of that: Abandonment Issues 101

When he kisses he holds your hand tight, you always made sure to kiss the scar he got from Techno and call him handsome

He'd always kiss you again after that

The feelings he gives you from the kiss are almost suffocating

He fears that since everyone else he ever loved abandoned him, he was always seconds away from losing you

First Schlatt, then Karl, and then Sapnap

He knows he should stay guarded so he doesn't get hurt for the fourth time

But here you were making that an impossible task for him

"Duckie you okay?"

He hadn't even realized he'd been playing with your fingers for the past ten minutes

"I'm fine Mi Amor," He breathed kissing your hand his gold tooth shining in the low light of the casino, "Just thinking about how much I love you."

"You're so sappy," He loved the way your soft cheeks turned pink and his eyes lit up

"Yeah, I guess I am."

He leaned forward and kissed you, once more feeling dread until you kissed him back

Quackity knew he'd be alright as long as he had you

~~~

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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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Hello bee! Can i have a C!DSMP x nezuko reader? If you don't know nezuko you can make the reader a demon like bbh!

💮 anon

💮 anon, hii! Trust me, I know a lot about Demon Slayer, I've been an anime fan for waaay to long now lol

I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Demon!Reader

Includes C!: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Being a demon wasn't really your choice

Some are born with it and some accidentally become one after being bitten

You were, unfortunately, the former

Unspeakable things had been done to your village because of your uncontrollable form

But thanks to a certain demon, Badboyhalo, you were able to put your powers under control

Bad had to but you on a "no blood" diet to get your conscious back

And once you were back to normal you also had to keep on biting on a bamboo stick, kind of as a way to muzzle your own hunger

[a.n: just search "Nezuko" if you don't understand the whole "bamboo muzzle" thing]

During these months of recovery you had constant nightmares of the things you had done to your village

Luckily for you, Bad and Skeppy were great company. They really acted like your dads, which you found really comforting

Because of your "muzzle", you didn't talk much to anybody, but everybody in the SMP knew pretty much who and what you were

You had helped Dream and Punz numerous times whenever they needed your strength. You were completely oblivious to what you were helping them with, but wanted to be kind to everyone;

Sapnap and you shared a very close sibling-like bond. Being basically adopted by Bad and growing up togheter as siblings;

You didn't know much about George, other then the things Sapnap or Dream would tell you;

Sapnap and Bad had kept you away from getting close to any of the L'manburg civilians. But they especially kept you far awya from Wilbur, Phil and Techno, mostly for your safety

Karl and Quackity also treated you as a little sibling, probably because of your relationship w/ their fiancée. But you later were kept clueless from their whole "fighting" period

That didn't mean that you didn't meet atleast some of them

You especially liked Niki and Techno. Niki just had a naturally welcoming aura, while Techno had complimented your demon form and fighting style many times

When the egg first appeared, and your dad Bad started drifting apart from you, it led you to moving in with Auntie Puffy

While living with her you met Foolish and Sam, who would sometimes visit and hang out with you for a bit

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #badboyhalo x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #nihachu x reader #punz x reader #foolish x reader #awesamdude x reader #beescenarios

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technowoah · 3 years

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Can I request a prompt #37 with Karl Jacobs? I love your writing btw :)

Ring(s)

The four times Karl tried to propose and the one time he actually did.

- Karl Jacobs x gen!neutral reader!

- Prompts: 37) "Are you proposing?!"

⚠︎ swearing, fluff, angst if you squint and a rushed ending. I didn't proofread either

an// TYSM FOR LIKING MY WORK 😭ALSO Thanks for requesting and sorry this came out so late! Hope you enjoy :)

To say that Karl loved you was an understatement. He adored you and practically worshipped the ground you stood on. He is so respectful, which is a major upgrade from your other boyfriends, and loves you for who you are. You didn't have to put on a facadè at all during the 3 years you two have dated.

This love wasn't a one way thing. You loved him just as much, or even more, than he did. Everything he did you supported, you were always cheering him on from wherever you were. You were here for the good and the bad, and he was too. You two never shyed away from admiting your love and support. You could write a essay on each thing you love about Karl.

The idea of marriage came up during a late night dinner at Denny's. The idea came so naturally to you, so it surprised Karl that you didn't tense up. Karl was tense when bringing up the topic of marriage, so when you said "Yeah, I wanna get married to you one day." so casually it caught him off gaurd.

You two had already talked about marriage time and time again, but this time Karl wanted to take the initiative. He was ready to get married and since the marriage talk was just a few months ago it was fresh in his mind. Karl could vividly imagine you walking down the aisle towards him looking angelic. He could see everything now and he wanted those daydreams to become a reality. He wanted to physically feel your hands against his as you two say "I do" to one another.

He couldn't stop thinking about settling down in a nice house with you. Karl already bought a ring for you and always has it with him. Now he justs needs to figure out how to tell you.

1st proposal: Fireworks

"THIS IS THE MOST EXPENSIVE FIREWORK IN THE ENTIRE WORLD-"

You blocked out Jimmy's yelling as you sat in a lawn chair in the middle of the woods. Karl had invited you to a MrBeast video shoot because he thought it would be a great early 4th of July. It was late at night and slightly cool outside, so you were wearing a MrBeast hoodie Karl was wearing earlier. You zoned out as the boys talked to the camera over and over again, taking multiple shots.

You found yourself looking at Karl most of the time you sat there and you always caught his gaze towards you. Every time you caught him looking at you, you sent him a small wave or blow him a kiss and every time he sent a shy wave back or sent a more exaggerated kiss back.

During halfway through the shooting you begrudgingly had to move your lawn chair further and further away from your original spot. Karl always checked up on you before and after each firework set were blown up. He has been acting fidgety around you and you didnt know why. When you tried to confront him about it he would always turn away and go back to the boys without a glance back, and his hands in his pockets.

You loved watching the guys play with so many different types of fireworks, this was a great 4th of July for you, but you wished that Karl was sitting next to you feeling the bliss that you were.

You were currently sitting behind bulletproof glass while the guys had a control panel on their lap. Karl kept sending glances towards you and you looked at him and smiled whishing he was next to you and not over by the guys. You knew it was selfish, but he invited you here.

Karl kept bouncing his leg, he kept his hand in his pocket which held the ring. He kept sending glances towards you, knowing he should be on one knee right about now. Jimmy was about to fire off the last rocket of the night and Karl couldn't seem to go over and ask you to marry him. He knew he was hilding himself back which made him hate himself. You deserved a good night and he hoped you enjoyed the fireworks, but he knew on the ride back he would have to apologize.

He stayed with the boys as they went to go see the fireworks they would be setting off soon. Once they came back they were all about to press the button to set off the expensive fireworks they counted down from 5 and he looked towards you. You were standing up with your arms crossed, hopefully shielding yourself from the cold, and looking towards the fireworks that were going to burst. They finally pressed the button the fireworks went off.

Each burst of light in the air sent a glow onto your smiling face. Karl sent a somber glace and marveled in how the explosion of the fireworks sent a beautiful glow around you.

This wasnt the right time. Next time.

2nd proposal: Donuts

"Im sorry for last night." Karl apologized as you both took a seat at a booth by the window at the small coffee and donut shop.

This was supposed to be an apology for the last failed proposal. Instead of spending time with you, he kept his distance which was the opposite of what he really wanted to do. This was a way to spend much needed time with eachother, but this was also another attempt at a proposal.

Karl wanted to hide the ring in the middle of a donut so when you inevitably look at it when he hands it to you, you'll see the ring and then he'll propose right there. To him it seemed flawless.

You never wanted a huge proposal. You didnt want that much attention on you when your future significant other would propose. Something simple would be the ideal proposal and you've hinted that many times to Karl and right now he was listening. There were only two other couples in the small diner because others were picking up donuts and leaving. If he decided to get down on one knee it would cause a scene.

You stayed silent for a moment looking at Karl before deciding to speak.

"It's no problem. Please dont stress out about it." You smiled softly and he smiled back at you. "I mean the fireworks were beautiful, but you all were screaming too much."

You both laughed as you both recalled that night in the desert.

"Yeah I just didn't..I didn't really talk to you all night. I feel bad." Karl said fiddling with his hands.

"Its in the past Karl. And I still know you love me." You reached out to grab both of his hands and hold his cool hands in yours.

"I do love you." He whispered for only you to hear leaving both of you smiling ear to ear.

"What kind of donuts you want?" Karl asked looking into your eyes carefully.

You thought about it for a while before speaking up. "I'll keep it simple. Icing with sprinkles. Surprise me with the icing color!" You exclaimed while letting go of his hands for a second.

Once you two let go of eachothers hands he immediately went to his pocket and played with the velvet box. He nodded his head and without a word he stood up to meet the cashier behind the display box of donuts. He ordered only one donut as you said with orange icing this time.

He paid for the food and stayed at the counter where he paid. Karl looked back to see if you were paying attention to him only to see you looking out the window at the people passing by. Karl smiled at the sight knowing he really wants to marry you one day and then he looked down at the glistening ring inside of the box.

Karl was supposed to put the ring in the middle of the donut that was laying alone on a napkin on the counter. He started to think of the possibilities of what could happen. What if you didn't see the ring and crumble the ring with the napkin and throw it away? What if you accidentally put the ring in your mouth? What if you weren't hungry anymore?

He looked over again to where you were looking at him giving him the same smile you gave during the fireworks. Karl sighed and once again closed the box with the ring. He was a coward and he knew that.

Karl picked up the donut from the counter and made his way over to you.

"Here's your donut with sprinkles and orange icing!" Karl exclaimed putting emphasis on the 'orange' part.

"Thanks babe!" You smiled as he sat down across from you. "Wait, you didn't get anything for yourself?"

Karl sighed again for what seemed like the 100th time today and put on a smile. "I ended up not being as hungry as I thought I was."

"Well I could always share!" You started to eat your donut as Karl ended up looking outside.

Unbeknownst to you he was thinking of another way to propose without himself getting in his own head.

He'll find a time.

3rd proposal: Livestream

"Chat! As you can see I have my significant other here with me!" Karl exclaimed to his Twitch following.

You were sat next to him in another one of his office chairs with a blanket across your lap. You loved to join Karl's streams, the last couple of time you two played minecraft, gang beats, played on the nitendo switch for a while, but this time he didn't tell you what games you two would be playing. Karl just told you to come over tonight and ended up asking to join him for a stream last minute.

Now you are here next to him as Karl glows with excitement as he streams to his growing followers. You loved how he interacted with his fans and had a genuine connection with them, but sometimes that strong connection can, and has led to some nights where you had to stay the night and comfort him from his inner demons and the internet. Those nights made you love him even more, the vulnerability he gave to you made you comfortable with him.

It seems like the more time you spend eith him the more you want to officially get married. You didn't want to rush him because you soon figured out for yourself that there is no rush to express your love, which you two do everyday day. You two can get eloped in Vegas and you'll be happy, as long as you can spend the rest of your life with the man you love.

Karl kept sending glances towards you throughout the stream hoping you were having fun with the chill, q and a stream. Again he wanted to propose to you tonight during the stream. He loved showing your relationship whenever he could and whenever you would allow him to. His community also loved you the moment you became his significant other, so hopefully this will be a beautiful moment.

You talked to his chat as he contemplated, again, about whether to propose tonight. It wasn't infront of people, it was infront of a screen and it would be on Twitter in less than a week. This would be a good moment, but then again he wanted this moment to be between you two and he couldn't find the right time nor the right "moment".

As the stream continues you ended up wrapping yourself fully in the blanket and lying your head on his shoulder. You both cuddled eachother while you two answered questions. Karl kissed the top of your head and finally collected all of his thoughts.

He didn't need to propose to officially claim his love to you. Karl knew you both loved eachother to the ends of the Earth and back. There's no need for ceremony and the one day he will propose, he know it will come naturally. There is no need to force it, and now he wont.

Only time will tell.

4th proposal: spongebob

"Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

I can't hear you!

Aye, aye, captain!

Oh!"

The TV illuminated the comfortable, dark room you two were in. You were lying on the couch with Karl with the blanket you had while streaming. It was late at night after the stream and you two ended up watching re-runs of spongebob. Karl sang along to the theme song softly while you hummed along. This was the 4th episode you both watched this night and it was a great way to end the week.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" Karl asked softly with tiredness in his voice.

"Of couse. Im too tired to move, so thanks for offering." You chuckled.

"You're welcome here anytime." Karl yawned and squeezed your sides. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Hell yeah." You got off of Karl as he walked to the kitchen.

He put the bag into the microwave and leaned back onto the kitchen counter as he waited. Karl looked over to the side and saw a empty vase which was next to the velvet box he was carrying with him this whole week. He shook his head and laughed to himself before getting the popcorn out of the microwave, dumping it in a bowl and walking back to see you taking up the whole couch.

"Move over or I'll sit on you." Karl said standing above her.

"Is that a promise?" You teased.

"Okay then!" He turned around and began to slowly and dramatically fake sitting ontop of you.

You began to laugh and try to push him off of you. You successfully got him to sit down and returned to your previous position, but this time with popcorn.

"I love you, you know that?" You hummed into his chest.

"Yeah, and I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you mostest." Karl laughed.

"That's not a word." You smiled.

"I love you so much I made up a word for ya." Karl kissed you head and you hugged him tighter.

"You know what?" Karl chuckled. "I love you so much that I tried to propose to you 3 times this week."

Karl finished and you sat up from your spot looking surprised. Karl sat up as well thinking he made a mistake telling you. He was abkut to apologize, but you beat him to speak.

"Oh my gosh!" You exhaled.

"Look, I'm sorr-"

"Are you proposing?!" You exclaimed with a smile on your face.

"Huh-?"

Karl was surprised just like you were before. He remembered that he wanted the Maybe this was the moment he needed this week.

Karl grabbed both of your hands and caressed them both, looking into your eyes. "I was planning to all week. But now I think this is a good moment. So Y/N? Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will!" You enveloped him into a tight hug and peppered his face with kisses. He finally found his moment and he couldn't be happier.

"You said you tried to propose three other times?" You questioned. "When was that?"

"Its a long story."

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koopa-arts · 4 years

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MCYT Yōkai AU

Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo are lost, travelling humans, who unexpectedly find themselves in the spirit world. With the help and guidance from supernatural creatures known as yōkai, they’ve got to find their way back before it’s too late.

[I’ve been working on this au for a few days now, inspired by Spirited Away, Yokai Watch and things like that. It isn’t very detailed right now, and I’ll likely change things along the way, but I like where this story so far :-)

More character info under the ‘Read More’]

[REBLOGS >>> LIKES]

Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo: Three humans on a journey of self-fulfilment. Wilbur had been traveling for the longest but along the way was trusted with the responsibility to take care of Tubbo and Tommy as he took them on his travels.

Philza: A tengu- humanoid creature with avian features. He took it upon himself to protect Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo from harm when they entered the spirit world and help them find a way back to the living world.

Technoblade: A bakemono- can transform from a giant boar to a human. A feared and respected swordsman, Dream’s rival. Mostly hangs out with Philza.

Dream: A tsukumogami- a mask who, after 100 years, had obtained a spirit and a humanoid form. Technoblade’s rival and only match when it comes to sword fighting. Isn’t as feared as technoblade is, and is mostly seen as a bit of a celebrity.

Georgenotfound: A noppera-bō- a human-like spirit with no face. Spends most of his time with Sapnap and Dream. Practically inseparable from Dream as he was the owner of the mask before it gained a spirit.

Sapnap: An Onibi- a ghost light. Used to be human a long time ago, but has since died and became a vengeful spirit. Has incredible fire powers but doesn’t use them unless seriously angered.

Badboyhalo: A yurei- a ghost. A headless, shadowy demon who despite the hard life he had endured, is far kinder than he looks. Quite protective of children and enjoys their company.

Fundy: An obake- can transform from a kitsune to a human. Very creative and intelligent. An inventor who enjoys building interesting, random and even useless creations. Despite his talent, he isn’t respected nearly as much as he wishes he was. He is also quite mischievous, and enjoys pulling pranks on humans and yokai alike.

Nihachu: A futakuchi-onna- a woman with a second mouth in the back of her head. Very sweet and caring. She owns a bakery and loves giving people her treats, though much of the food is always eaten by her second mouth.

Eret: A rokurokubi- a human-like creature with a super stretchy neck. A very laidback, friendly individual that gives great advice. Often found in Niki’s bakery, smoking a strange concoction from his pipe.

Quackity: A Kappa- a turtle-like demon. Chaotic and slightly conniving. He offers to help row people across rivers for a negotiable price. Despite being small and relatively weak, is one of the few people who can stand up to Schlatt and isn’t scared of him.

Jschlatt: A dragon spirit. Feared by most and disliked by others. He was an old, powerful emperor who had drowned in a sacred river, causing him to become the spirit of that river. Can transform into a massive dragon to a human. He’s infamous for a terrible natural disaster he had caused on earth as a spirit. Due to his power, he is seen an almost ruler of the spirit world. He is somewhat friendly with Quackity and is fond of Wilbur, having secretly known him before Wilbur even entered the spirit world.

[EDIT: These characters pictured in this post]:

Purpled: A regular human who ended up in the spirit world, just like Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo. However, he stayed in the spirit world for too long, causing him to forget his past and his identity, and also become a spirit himself, meaning he could no longer return to his life in the living world. He usually sticks around Ponk.

Ponk: A kodama- tree spirit. The spirit of a giant, sacred, lemon-bearing tree that grows in the living world. A number of people living world worship his tree, as whenever they were cut down, he would curse the perpetrator before growing a new one in it’s place. He is an alchemist and a healer, but is also unpredictable and a bit scary.

Awesamdude: An Oni- an ogre. Lives in far off mountains and is known for tinkering and making interesting contraptions. Despite his scary appearance he is very friendly and incredibly resourceful.

Karl: A nukekubi- a human-like creature with the ability to make his head float around. He tends to stay out of conflict and enjoys relaxing in other people’s places or making tiny model buildings. Tends to hang around Eret.

[I also want to include Antfrost andd Skeppy. But I don’t know enough about them to know what else to do with them.

Anyway, I hope you like what I’ve got so far. I’ll keep developing this AU and maybe do something with it once I’ve created a decent (coherent) story.]

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electric--blanket · 3 years

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a place where the heart rests

so, because @thekaiserroll drew fanart of my fanfiction i decided to return the favour by writing a long Wintersberg one-shot based off of her short comic! i hope you enjoy touch-starved Heisenberg.

warnings for death (not for main characters) and some angst.

read on ao3

Mama… I want mama. It hurts.

Where’s mama?

Karl Heisenberg always suffered from nightmares. Even before he was taken in by Mother Miranda — as a child, Heisenberg often experienced night terrors that had him screaming in his bed. There were distant memories in the back of his mind, where he’d wake from a terrible dream that had him screaming for his mother — and she’d always come to his side. In that terribly large, cold estate that Heisenberg once called home, it always felt so lonely. But, his mother always eased his fears; with her silk nightgown and the distinct smell of expensive soap. Her soft fingers would comb through Heisenberg’s locks of ashen brown hair, hushing him in a soft tone of voice — a voice he could no longer remember.

During the experiments, it was the only thing Heisenberg begged for when he felt the cadou infesting his body. It felt like a worm wriggling around in the wet soil during a storm, curling and writhing through his organs. He screamed for his mother, wishing she would save him from the pain and take him home again. A seventeen-year-old boy screaming for his mother to come and save him looked utterly pathetic from Mother Miranda’s perspective, and the feeling of fear only intensified when she stroked Heisenberg’s hair whilst he screamed. A soft whisper that uttered, “I’m your mother now, child.” It made Heisenberg nearly vomit.

That was the last time someone had ever touched him so tenderly. He’d not felt a loving touch since then and ducked away from Miranda’s so-called ‘motherly’ touches.

At first, Heisenberg coped with the intense trauma of his bodily changes by taking it in stride and calling his newfound power of magnetism a ‘gift’. He knew deep down it was the opposite: it stopped him from ageing, rendered him infertile and stripped away his dignity by becoming a slave to Miranda. It took a long time for Heisenberg to fully process what had happened to him. His father had left him in the clutches of a madwoman, and his life only got worse from there.

In a fit of rage — perhaps at the age of twenty-nine — he revisited his parent's estate to confront the man he could no longer call ‘father’. He had aged since Heisenberg last saw him, but those steel eyes he’d inherited were still as hard as ever. His mother lingered in a doorway just down the hall, but she didn’t dare come to greet her son as he snapped with a short, interrupted breath. Heisenberg had grabbed his father by the neck and pinned him to the nearest wall, knocking down a beautiful oil painting his mother adored. His fingers didn’t seem to stop, squeezing on the skin and bone until he felt a sickening crack vibrate beneath his fingers.

Heisenberg hadn’t meant it, not really. It was as if a demon had taken control of his body and sought revenge that barely mattered anymore. He didn’t realise what he’d done until he heard the sound of his mother screaming; distraught and fearful of her own son that she’d once coddled so long ago.

That was the last time Heisenberg saw his mother and father. The estate was quickly abandoned not long after, and from what he knew, his mother took her belongings and moved to Austria with some distant relatives. That large house teased Heisenberg every fucking day, with how it towered near the factory grounds and reminded him of what he’d done. Arson wasn’t exactly on his bucket list, but Heisenberg couldn’t resist taking a match to the place and watching it burn. Whatever childhood remained in that house was left in a pile of ashes, and he never looked upon it ever again. All of the silly dreams and hopes he’d had for his life were gone.

That was until Ethan Winters showed up. Nearly a hundred years later, Heisenberg felt something he’d sought after for so long — hope.

“Karl? Karl—!”

Mama. I want mama. Everything hurts.

Heisenberg forced his eyes open. It felt like his life was replaying in front of him whilst he was passed out; like watching an old film reel repeating itself and becoming more distorted each time. Up until that very night, Heisenberg’s life had been a series of traumatic events and unforgivable actions.

That night, he’d turned it all around just by laying his eyes on Ethan Winters. A man so incredible, resilient and insane… He’d do anything to get his little girl back. It was the man Heisenberg had oh-so wanted his father to be, and he admired that about Ethan. He’d never been so good at expressing his emotions honestly, or even laying out his ideas in a proper fashion to others… Oh, but Ethan was special. He’d shown Heisenberg patience that he’d not been offered before and decided to join him at his side to kill Miranda. Together.

“Karl… Fuck— Don’t die on me, asshole.”

Ethan… Ethan…

Above the metal remnants of what his mutated body had used as a shell, he could hear Ethan pushing the scrap aside to try and find Heisenberg buried beneath it. He could also hear the distinct cries of a distressed baby, something that brought him back to Earth. Heisenberg reached up through the metal until his bare, calloused fingers brushed up against Ethan’s soft knuckles. There was a moment of silence when their skin touched, but Ethan didn’t waste any time in grabbing Heisenberg’s hand and pulling him out.

The moment the pressure around his body ceased, Heisenberg felt the telltale feeling of sickening warmth seeping from many wounds across his body. The cadou inside him didn’t react too well to it, trying to cope with the trauma done by squirming and pulsating inside of him. Heisenberg drank in the expression of Ethan’s relieved face for just a moment, only until it warped into one of worry and horror. Heisenberg was weak, and his knees buckled beneath the weight of his torso before he fell back onto the ground.

The baby cupped carefully in one of Ethan’s arms began to cry again as Ethan jostled her accidentally in an attempt to help Heisenberg. A baby crying wasn’t really helping Heisenberg’s already distressed state, but it made him realise just how fucked he was. There was no way they would get away in time together, and Heisenberg was too injured to walk. The cadou might have helped to some degree, but it didn’t ease the burning pain in his body, and the loss of blood that was making him dizzy.

Ethan’s horrified expression was pinned on an appendage from the Megamycete, which rose up from the cave systems like a flower bud in spring, ready to bloom. The small, red flashing light alerted him to the fact that Chris Redfield had succeeded in planting the bomb. They had to leave.

“Go.”

A silence hung in the air for just a moment, and Heisenberg didn’t realise what he’d just said. For the first time in his miserable existence, he was being selfless and urging Ethan to leave him behind. It was the last thing Heisenberg wanted.

Don’t leave me here. I’m fucking scared. I don’t want to die yet.

“Fuck you,” Ethan’s voice trembled with venom, “I’m not leaving you here now. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

Heisenberg let out a bitter chuckle, tasting the blood seeping from his gums as he grinned, “I don’t think we have any time to be arguing about this, buttercup.”

“No. I— Mia’s dead, Karl. I need you.”

That’s right. Heisenberg briefly recalled Miranda’s kidnapping of the not-so-innocent woman and the experimentation that followed. Unfortunately, her body gave in due to her state after giving birth and she died on Miranda’s operating table. Ethan’s wife was dead, and Rose was now left without a mother’s loving touch.

“I said go. Rose needs her papa intact, not blown to pieces.” Heisenberg insisted, slumping back against the pile of scrap metal.

“Damn it—” Ethan looked hesitant to leave Heisenberg. It was a truly sweet sentiment: to see someone care about him after all this time. After all of the terrible things he’d done, and the love he’d been deprived of… Someone cared about him. Maybe that was enough. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to die like this.

“Fuck.” Ethan stammered again, licking his dry lips and swallowing, “Karl… I… Thank you.”

“... Yeah. I know, Ethan.”

That was all he needed. A trembling, watery smile shot his way before Ethan held Rose close with both arms and turned to run.

He’s going to be a great father.

Heisenberg looked up at the plant-like form the Megamycete had taken, looming down upon the ceremony courtyard with writhing mold creeping closer to Heisenberg. It was then that he decided that giving in like this wasn’t who he was: he was a fighter to his last breath.

In a last attempt to preserve his life, Heisenberg parted the pile of scrap metal and shuffled beneath it all. He rolled his wrist, the cocoon of metal surrounding him and tightening. The metal creaked, drowning out the sounds of the mold writhing around the metal to try and get inside. Heisenberg closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth. I won’t die. Not yet.

The explosion that followed shortly after was deafening, causing the entire ground to shake beneath him and the metal to shudder against his body. It felt painful, rippling off his injured skin like that… But, fortunately for Heisenberg, the explosion wasn’t nuclear — the blast was enough to do the job and wipe out the mold and the Megamycete.

A silence followed the explosion, brick and ash collapsing against Heisenberg’s metal cocoon. Each noise made him flinch, and his fingers twitched instinctively as some final line of defence. He didn’t know how long it was before he felt brave enough to let his guard down and release his telekinetic grip on the metal. The scraps suddenly slumped, collapsing around him as Heisenberg pushed the metal off of his body and emerged like a phoenix rising from the ashes of its former self.

The smoke and dust still remained, causing Heisenberg to cough heavily as he took a sharp inhale of the air. He squinted through the dust and remains of what was left of his home town and realised how much he’d lost. It hit him all at once; his childhood, his parents and his fucked up little family. Even though he hated Miranda and his makeshift siblings deeply, they were all he truly had left to call ‘family’. It was over in the blink of an eye, and Heisenberg suddenly felt like a child all over again. Like a child waking from a nightmare, scared and alone.

Heisenberg’s fingers twitched into tight fists, clamping his mouth shut as tears threatened to spill down his face. Even after all this, he tried to will himself not to cry, to never let down the walls he had so carefully built. But, at that moment there was nothing left to keep the foundations upright. Heisenberg’s fists loosened, and he brought his hands up to cover his face instinctively. A knot seemingly untied itself in his chest and throat, and a guttural sob left him. Maybe — just maybe — it was okay.

Navigating the woods was even worse during a snowstorm at night. It was bad enough that Heisenberg’s body was weak from his healing injuries, but it felt haggard from his intense emotional breakdown. In a strange sense, he felt relief from it but at the same time, it felt awfully inconvenient. Heisenberg was sure he looked like a terrible mess; his clothes were torn and his hair was damp with clumps of ash hanging from his silver locks. Not to mention the blood staining his clothes, and his valuable dog tags that hung low on his chest.

In his many idle chats with Ethan before they fought Miranda, he could recall the other man mentioning he didn’t live too far from the village. It was a fair distance away, but not too far that it would be impossible to reach if your car broke down on the road between them. Still, it wasn’t a pleasant or short walk.

By the time Heisenberg even managed to reach a place that looked like a livable home, he was close to collapsing in the snow… But, he held out. The lights were turned off inside, but a motion sensor light on the property turned on once Heisenberg got close enough. The bulb blinded him briefly, and he held a hand up to shield his eyes as he walked up the porch to the door. Heisenberg sluggishly lifted his hand, knocking on the door as hard as he could and leaning against the frame. It took a few moments before he could see a light turn on inside from the windows, and the sound of someone walking down a wooden staircase slowly.

The person on the other side of the door stopped before they reached for the doorknob, and they spoke out.

“Who is it?”

Ethan Winters. That voice Heisenberg had missed so dearly; in all of its glory and full of caution. It almost made him laugh.

“Let me in, Ethan. I’m freezing.”

“Karl?”

“As smart as ever, Ethan. Can you hurry up?”

Ethan was quick to unlock the door and remove the security chain, twisting the doorknob and pulling it open. There, Ethan was standing in a pristine white shirt and some boxers that hung low on his hips… Along with a pair of comical slippers that seemed to resemble a cartoon dog. Heisenberg’s lips twitched into a tired grin.

“Oh my, too much skin, Ethan. Back in my day—”

“Shut up and get in here!”

Ethan grabbed Heisenberg’s arm, tugging him inside to shield him from the snowstorm outside. He slammed the door shut and quickly locked it back up, and the two men finally stood face-to-face. There was a silence that hung in the air, with so many unanswered questions on the tip of Ethan’s tongue, but none came. Without any further hesitation, Ethan threw his arms around Heisenberg’s neck and tugged him close for an embrace.

It was the first time Ethan had touched him in such a way. So full of affection and genuinity, it made Heisenberg’s fingers tremble with uncertainty. He didn’t know what to do with his hands: so overcome with the touches that smothered him. His brows creased into an expression of relief, and Heisenberg’s steel eyes fluttered shut as he succumbed to the hug. He wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist, squeezing him carefully and burying his face into Ethan’s shoulder. The smell of talcum powder and formula milk permeated his shirt, giving Heisenberg the comfort he craved. He never wanted Ethan to stop touching him, and he was content to stay like this for as long as he could — to make up for all the time he’d lost aching after affection.

“I thought…” Ethan mumbled slowly, “I thought you were dead.”

“Mm.” Heisenberg hummed lowly in response, curling his fingers into Ethan’s shirt. “So did I. Turns out I’m hard to kill.”

Ethan snorted softly.

As it turned out, Heisenberg wasn’t too bad with kids.

It was a tough adjustment for the two men at first; Ethan had to keep Heisenberg a well-guarded secret as he was moved to a new location with Rose (courtesy of the BSAA). Heisenberg followed their steps at a safe distance, but he was never too far from them. Understandably, Ethan was moved into a smaller home: a humble bungalow in a quiet German village. Once the BSAA had left Ethan in peace with Rose, it didn’t take long before Heisenberg settled into the bungalow with them.

Ethan had insisted that if Heisenberg was going to stay there with him and Rose, then he’d need to learn to help take care of the baby. At first, he was extremely hesitant to do something akin to a parental figure… But, Rose was a surprisingly sweet baby. She didn’t fuss too much and rarely threw a tantrum over the little things. Rose was the right amount of responsibility for Heisenberg, and that made him a patient parent.

He’d been taught how to properly hold her (after many lectures), how to prepare her formula and change her. Rose was understandably unhappy with Heisenberg’s presence at first, perhaps longing for her mother that was no longer around… But, after a few months, she took to Heisenberg very well.

Because of Karl’s lack of mortality and infertility, he never thought he’d take the figure of a father like this… But, it wasn’t exactly an unwelcome opportunity. He’d even upgraded from sleeping on the couch to Ethan’s bed.

The first night Ethan invited him to bed, Heisenberg could tell from the flustered look on Ethan’s face that it took a lot of courage to ask him to bed. A sexual joke lingered on the tip of Heisenberg’s tongue, but he bit it back in favour of keeping the proposal on the table. Instead, Heisenberg had nodded with a cheeky grin and followed Ethan to bed.

There had been some nights where the loss of Mia hit Ethan harder than he’d liked it to — even after Mia’s work with The Connections was revealed, he had still loved her to a degree. Those nights were the hardest. All Heisenberg could do was hold Ethan in his arms and comfort him with nothing more than his presence.

This invitation into Ethan’s bed was far more intimate than a comforting hug. At first, they stayed a polite distance apart on either side of the bed, with Ethan turned on his side whilst Heisenberg stared up at the dark ceiling. In the darkness, his eyes created shapes that danced across the ceiling and warped before him. Much like the mold that infested him, it was as if it continued to taunt him with its presence. After a moment, Heisenberg finally turned onto his side and glanced at the lump that was Ethan with his back to him. That urge to touch returned to the forefront of Heisenberg’s mind. It was that deep ache in his chest, like a lump of flour stuck in a smooth dough that needed to be coaxed inward.

He reached out but stopped himself before he could touch, trying to plan the best way to move forward with what he wanted. Heisenberg pursed his lips, shuffling his body closer to Ethan’s back until he finally slid his arm over Ethan’s waist. He could feel Ethan’s body freeze and tense up a little, which made Heisenberg’s heart feel like stopping altogether. Had he gone too far?

But after a moment, Ethan relaxed, pressing his chest back into Karl slowly. It was all the permission he needed to slot himself fully against Ethan and quietly seek out his hand. Once Heisenberg found it, he carefully laced their fingers together as he held Ethan like that, tugging him close with his elbow.

No words were spoken in the darkness, but a silent understanding of what they both wanted. Heisenberg finally felt complete like this, closing his eyes and exhaling tiredly. His body suddenly felt tired, releasing all the tension it had been holding trying to psyche himself up to do it.

A feeling of affection swelled in Heisenberg’s chest as he held Ethan, finally giving in to the darkness and drifting away with their bond now stronger than ever.

“Are you fucking insane, Ethan?!”

Chris Redfield. A thorn in Heisenberg’s side, but not as bad as Miranda. His voice filling their home put Heisenberg on edge, but it didn’t really matter too much to him. It was around ten in the morning, and the couple had just had breakfast. The television was on, playing some cartoons in the background as Rose was sitting on the soft carpet of the living area with her toys, and Heisenberg sat close to her.

When Chris made an unexpected visit, and he spotted Heisenberg in the living room, the yelling began. Ethan had kept Chris just outside of the room so that Rose didn’t see her father getting angry, and Heisenberg made sure to keep her attention on her toys. Heisenberg was wearing a pair of tartan boxers, along with a button-up pyjama shirt with a white tank top beneath it. It wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of bedtime fashion, but it made him comfortable enough at night.

When the yelling only got worse and Rose seemed irritated by the noise, Heisenberg carefully brought Rose into his lap and crossed his legs.

“Hmm,” He hummed in feigned thoughtfulness, “Does ol’ Karl need to perform for little Rose again?” Heisenberg sighed dramatically, “Oh, the things I do for you.”

He turned his body subtly to the kitchen area, holding his hand out and focusing on one of the drawers. It slid open, a few tablespoons floating out from a cutlery tray. Heisenberg pulled his hand back, the spoons floating across to the living area and bringing them to a stop in front of him and Rose. With a simple, slow roll of his wrist, the spoons began to twirl and move in a circular motion above Rose.

Her eyes widened with fascination, the corners of her mouth opening into a gleeful smile. Absently, she reached up with her soft, pink hands and tried to reach for the spoons half-heartedly as they continued their motions. A soft laugh bubbled from her, causing Karl to smile softly.

“He’s a dangerous bioweapon, Ethan. He could hurt Rose!”

Heisenberg managed to hone in on those words; a sharp pain digging into his chest when he realised the implications Chris was trying to make. That Heisenberg was a monster. A bioweapon without feeling. A creature that would kill a child.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ethan pointing wordlessly at the soft scene of Heisenberg with Rose in his lap, entertaining her with spoons. That was all he needed to say, really — without even saying it. Even Chris was at a loss for words, and he quietly relented. Ethan was surely in for an afternoon of lectures.

It made Heisenberg smile a little more, turning his head subtly towards Ethan and catching his gaze. It was his quiet way of saying thank you. It went beyond thanking Ethan for trusting him with Rose but thanking Ethan for listening to Heisenberg, taking him into his home and loving him. Even though they’d never spoken those three little words out loud, maybe they didn’t need to. Their actions, affections and closeness spoke those words loud enough.

Truly, after all this time, Heisenberg didn’t think he was capable of ever being loved or trusted. Now that he’d left that horrible life behind, he was now a father, a friend and possibly a lover. The trauma would always remain, yes, like the cadou and the mutations. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be happy like this, in this simple little life he’d started to build with Ethan.

Maybe it would be okay.

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