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ophelian-darling · 2 years

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𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲

Yandere Jotaro Kujo x female reader.

Summary: As you're being dragged to marry the man who kidnapped you, you play your last card for the hope of taking back your life and freedom.

TW: kidnapping, Isolation, physical and emotional abuse, Blood & Injury, forced marriage & pregnancy, explicit sexual content, Inappropriate use of stands.

Word count: 6.8k.

This is a NSFW piece, Minors DNI.

The aroma of exquisite perfume and deluxe cosmetics fragranced the bright, small room. the colors of lights were so blinding and Cheerful, singing Jovial serenades and mimicking the light of a spring sun .the white noise in the background indicated a common Joy and eternal bless of a special day, a day that brought happy tidings and auspicious sensations for everyone.

Everyone, minus the envied yet unfortunate Bride herself.

The stories of fairytale Romances and sweetly-clichéd love scenarios had always been one of your life dreams. you've daydreamed of your ideal true love thousands of times, imagining a simple yet blithe life: a small home where would warmth and peace reign, dazzling eyes and a loving smile of your beloved who would behold you in awe and adoration, and whom you would look back at with the same.

The pink reveries and pleasant fantasies faded and discolored into a gray reality and repulsive inevitability. the ceremony that was about to take place wasn't a declaration of union and devotion, it's nothing but of a slavery contract: you were about to be wed to the monster who stole your freedom.

You clenched your fist at the thought of him, completely neglecting your stylishly manicured nails or fearing to ruin the pure white, lacy glove on your hands. None of your childhood fantasies had an epicurean yet dull essence, a family that lived on hate from a mother and a possessive lust from a father, a loveless life between two people who would stand at the Altar and accept the epithets of a husband and a wife .

Jotaro Kujo wasn't a human at all. He was a complete, utter nightmare of a human by all means, a heartless creature who didn't think of anything but tormenting you of all people. The irony about his persona was his surroundedness with a lighthearted family :his mother was a bubbly, kind and innocent woman whose smile was a glow. no one can imagine how such a warm, compassionate woman mothered a cold, aloof man; the Paradoxical thought never failed to surprise you even after three months of 'troth'.

Holy softened her speech whenever she spoke to you, maintaining her gentleness even after the topic of her husband was brought up - your guilt nagged you at the sight of her sad smile; you remorsed asking her such a question, even if it was unintentional.

Mr.Joestar was such a gentle soul as well . you really liked him. a sense of nostalgia and familiarity intrigued you when he greeted you and welcomed you into the family. you couldn't help the smile on your lips whenever he spoke with that gentle, tired tone or kept on forgetting and mishearing names.

"He cheated on my grandmother" Jotaro whispered to you, catching you off guard as he continued "his affair had resulted in the birth of Josuke."

Yet another surprise for the night, you thought.

The image of a flamboyant, handsome man was brought to your memory.

The first detail you recalled was a flashy pompadour, then a suave, confident voice played itself automatically, retrospecting all of your previous encounters with Josuke.

back in Morioh-Cho, the young student was one of your acquaintances and a great neighbor. you didn't think that your little town's Sweetheart is a relative to your apathetic husband; putting both men in one picture was like illustrating the distance between heaven and earth: dissimilar and contrastive.

Josuke had chirped happily one evening, the wide grin on his face seemed to stretch even more.

"My Nephew said that I'll be walking you down the aisle, I'm so excited to see him and you get married!" his blue eyes were a pool of twinkles, nothing in the world could erase the innocent merriment he felt, as if he's the groom himself.

The groom.

Jotaro's expression nor tone didn't convey any emotion at all -and you thought that you could read people well- when he had brought you the news of your engagement and wedding: not a single line in his face moved nor an octave in his speech was raised.

What intimidated you the most about him was his Unbreakable composure and static attitude. If you were someone who knew him shallowly, you'd never think that he's the sick, truculent man who kidnapped a woman, faked her death and forced her to marry him. you'd only see the guise of the hardworking, responsible Marine biologist who's running an organization and responsibilizes himself of research and technology. The fractions in his demeanor were perfectly concealed and painted by a false color of good reputation and near, blessed marriage with a beautiful, loving bride.

In the midst of dark thoughts, your eyes landed on the garnished and florid reflection in the pure glass. The huge vanity mirror epitomized a tableau vivant of a lost puppet and the human who has been coffined beneath it.

Now it's smiling. coloured lips curving up coldly.

The Makeup artist couldn't stop sophisticating about how makeup can accomplish more than the sole purpose of beautifying.

"The mask you put on slowly becomes your new face. the longest you fake a persona the closest it consumes you" the old woman said sotto voce, the sharp eyeliner moving smoothly across your waterline thanks to her careful hand. you only listened, not actually drinking in her words but wanting these long hours of preparation to end.

She blew a gentle whiff of air to remove a speck of dust on your eyelid then continued "a gentle makeup suits a bride the most. it's perfect to tame the wild emotions she experiences, whether it is Joy or even pure misery…no one can see what's under a woman's face when she's adorned"

The last part of her theory caught your attention, the next words confirming it now.

"All of them are just looking at the garniture of you, not what your soul carries"

A vile, revolted emotion washed at you at the sight of your reflection. Surprisingly, that old, talkative dame described you to an exact extent. Never in your life hated being dolled up as much as now: the elegant comb of your hair, the flawless makeup, the bustier that held your chest seductively and the long-sleeved, classic dress.

Compliments were given on your appearance, but you swallowed none of them. If anything, you're the fakest excuse of a happy woman.

In a fit of rage, your gloved fist met the glass in a harsh punch. Even after it was crushed to a pile of glasses around you, the ugly reflection was laughing at you from the remaining shreds of crystal. No, you shall not spend an extra second here and walk on your own feet to the golden grave .

You lifted up your skirt and did a quick Job of unclasping the Lucullan Italian heel, stretching your toes and flexing your ankles to comfort your foot from the tight shoe effect.

Hastily, you removed the gloves from each hand (there were minor wounds in your knuckles, but thankfully, the glove mitigated the injury). with twitching fingers, you began to remove the splendorously Flowered Tiara and the long Chiffon veil attached to it. locks of your hair had already intertwined with the heavy accessory, but your digits did a nervous work of untangling them and fixing your hair back to a loose style.

Your hands sneaked to the cummerbund, Satin waistband. tugging gently at the material so as not to ruin it (Your wedding gown was a family heritage. alongside his blessings, Mr.Joestar gave you his mother's Matrimony Robe as a gift, so harming such an antique patrimony would be a rude act while he was nice to you). The sash loosened slowly, allowing you to respire comfortably after being pressured for a long time. like the Tiara, The waistband was lavished with entrancing wildflowers- something that Mrs.Joestar insisted on involving; her Floral sense of beauty theming everything in the ceremony.

Breathing deeply, you unbuttoned the high neck from behind after a bit of struggling to find the knobs, then hiked up the dress and completely took it off.

Remaining in the Cream bustier and underwear, you debated whether you should take them off or not, but the process will eat your time out and cease your escape, deciding instead to wear your old clothes, retrieve your mobile phone and the reasonable amount of money you still have.

You were sure that Jotaro wouldn't give you any chance of escaping or contacting other people than his trusted acquaintances. all of your previous belongings were taken, but you managed to keep your Phone - which was an extremely difficult thing to do - and use the money you managed to collect covertly in three months.

As predicted from a careful man, The Cathedral is surely surrounded by strict security. him knowing about a sole window in the bridal Suite seemed like he was daring you to run away again after so many failed attempts to do so, and you gladly accepted the Challenge.

It wouldn't be long before the ceremony starts. It is now or never.

The Room was cold and empty.

Holy's face was pale as she scanned every inch of the room. There was no trace of her daughter-in-law. Everything had gone smoothly: You were happy to be in the company of your husband's family, you accepted his engagement, you smiled when the espousal arrangements started…

What could've possibly gone wrong?!

The worst plagued her mind: a missing wife, an abandoned dress and a widely open window recounted a thriller film scenario, not an occasion for rejoicing and Celebration.

"For the love of God what's taking so-" Josuke was immediately silenced at the sight: Holy was trembling violently, a pool of tears about to cascade down her ghostly bloodless face. one look at your abandoned dress and accessory as well as The deserted room meant two things: you're missing and Jotaro won't be pleased to hear the news.

Staggering across the hallway, the youngman rushed to the Groom's room while thinking of a way to inform him of what happened. Even though he had found a euphemistic choice of words to deliver the unexpected problem, he knew Jotaro would absolutely fume about his wife's disappearance.

Au contraire. Jotaro's face contorted into a dull mein with each detail. It was a bold yet foolish move from you to decide and flee minutes before the wedding's commencement (especially when you were au fait with the level of security and what he had in store for you in cases of disobedience) and once he brings you back there'll be the devil to pay.

"Your mother speculates that she has been kidnapped" he added, hoping to hear a response after an unsettling silence. "guess I'll go and find-"

"You won't, I'll go" Interrupted Jotaro, immediately objecting to the suggestion.

"But you're the Groom, you can't just go and search around on your wedding day while you can leave it to me and the security !"

"I'm the only one who can find her. she's not that far away by now."

"Are you implying that she escaped on her own?" there was a missing point he wanted to get. Undoubtedly, His Nephew was hiding something about you.

Josuke received no reply. Instead, Jotaro adjusted his surgeon's cuffs coolly before speaking "Josuke, make sure to take care of everything during my absence, I won't take a long time anyway". he sauntered towards the door, as Calm as a spring breeze.

The Collected comportment of Him was always a fascinating - if not scary - feature of the Marine biologist. Here he is, going out to search for his missing soon-to-wed in his ritzy tuxedo and Perfectly assured about bringing her back, as if he knows where she'd gone already.

The young man sighed "Fine. don't you worry about it here" he gave up easily. maybe it's better to leave him be instead of inspecting him further. Jotaro was the last person he wanted to cross.

"Good"

Oddly enough, he didn't seem as wrathful as he thought him to be.

Time was impossibly uncountable.

You'd lost track of time since you left the Cathedral in a haste: How long have you been running? How long did it take them to find out what happened? you didn't know. all what you're knowledgeable about was that if you stopped for a mere second, your life will crumble away forever.

The coursing Pain through your legs, The burning thirst in your throat, The excruciating pressure on your windpipe from lungful and cold amounts of air wasn't comparable to the eternal pain of a strange life with a strange man. Your resolve to break free and regain your ordinary life once again was what kept you running despite the soreness.

As your memory recognized the familiar Places around the Cathedral, it wouldn't be too wrong to assume how close you were to the Station. your Plan was seemingly simple: you would run till you reach the station, hire a Taxi and go back home. So far, the first step is about to be accomplished. All you needed was strength, Patience and an earnest prayer to some sort of a deity in the heavens who would take pity on you and save you.

Luck was smiling at you when you noticed the familiar Outline of the Station. your pace became quicker, willing to run away as fast as possible.

Hope bloomed in your heart again after long months of Captivity, The Experience of being estranged from your family and friends was dreary and solitary, an Incident that shall remain engraved in your memory forever. your expectations didn't fly too high when the unhelped doubt was still there, reiterating the scenarios of getting caught and caged again.

No matter how you tried to wash away the dim view or fill your cogitation with rose-colored glasses, the eerie instinct that he's after you daunted the still remaining sanity within you.

You tilted your head carefully, looking for any sign of Jeopardy. your mind was playing tricks on you as you kept looking around like a frightened prey, the roads and paths were suddenly morphing into the same shape. your memory wasn't one for questioning nor doubting: you passed the same Stop sign three times, the Taxi which was numbered fifty four was exactly seven meters away from you and the distance didn't change. In addition, when you tried to approach the last Taxi, it seemed that you would never be able to reach it although it was near.

Needless to admit the odd presence behind you: Jotaro was after you and he's playing a twisted game with you right now.

You tried to keep your cool and manage your alarum (though your shaky legs disclosed your uneasiness). Cautiously, you moved your head to the side, Catching the Familiar Silhouette of Jotaro from the corner of your eye.

He wasn't very far away from you. The pace of his movement was mimicking yours, Calm and Unrushed - unlike your intentions for breakout - . He was ambling behind you while you faltered in the front. you wondered why he didn't run and catch you directly: you were certain he had seen and recognized you already, not to mention that he was a faster runner.

You quickened your tempo suddenly, deciding to test the limits of his chase and speed up slowly. He still imitated your rapidity, willing to close you up in his range- that was it, you had to be out of his reach.

It is now or never, you encouraged yourself.

You raised your knee and took a long step forward, launching a fast run towards the nearest car and never looking behind you. your legs flew along with the wind; a sudden, brief energy blasting through your pained nerves. you tried to think of your real family, their smiling faces manifesting in your Imagination, motivating you to run faster and faster until you'd make it home.

The Taxi's doorknob nearly slipped under your hand as you opened it swiftly, the driver was startled by your sudden appearance next to him and looked rather concerned: you were practically shuddering, your neat fingers distorted by tiny cuts across their skin.

"Are you alright, miss? do you want me to call the po-"

"Don't call anyone!" you interrupted harshly. you were running out of time and you had to make your destination clear.

"Listen" you rasped, swallowing the thicke lump in your throat before continuing "I'm in a hurry and I don't want to complicate this even more, you'd better start driving or things will get worse"

His face went pale "T-to whe-"

"To Morioh-Cho, Please, Now" you felt bad for aggravating your words, but slacking off in such a dangerous situation wasn't an option.

Your knees went Sluggish with anticipation, Jotaro wouldn't take another second to find and bring you back as well as facing the consequences of your actions.

You didn't want to think of his past threats to end your life if you dared to leave him. This was a huge risk and you had to take it, you had not to fail.

Just as he appeared in your vision's limit, the Car revved up then moved forward, soothing your tense nerves with a slow relief. You closed your eyes, leaning back in the passenger seat and loosening your muscles to ease off the stress.

You sighed deeply, as if letting the past three months of incarceration out of your Chest; breathing in and out, filling your lungs with fresh air, enjoying a serene silence without your fiance's voice reverberating in your ears.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't you ?!"

You nearly jumped off your skin. Is this a hallucination ?!

You woke up from your brief torpor and stared at the vacuous eyes beside you: dangerous blue piercing through you and an ominously unfamiliar dispassion tearing your soul apart.

Your trustable memory didn't recall his existence beside you before… Now he's the one who's driving you. What had happened when you closed your eyes? Have you made a mistake? And where did the pale driver go? Did you fall asleep? Is this a nightmare?

If this is a nightmare, it's a vivid, eccentric one.

"Is this how you repay my efforts of keeping you safe ?! Is this the way you treat someone who did nothing wrong but to protect you ?!" he yelled, clearly out of patience with your advances.

This isn't a nightmare, it's reality, a bitter version of it.

You've never imagined he would have this side of him, he was so angry- graphically enraged. you've never imagined he would be so delusional, you saw him as a sensible man who never believed in love or feelings. You've never Imagined that a man who looks as sane as him would think of hijacking as protection, of insulation as safety- The Insanity he hid for a long time made you shiver.

"What Protection?" you mocked. you've built a severe tension inside for three months. the night thoughts and Imaginary conversations you had in store for him flowed out of your mouth absentmindedly, coated with a venomous grudge and pure hatred towards him.

"You stole away my world and Family, You stole away my freedom and love for life…" he didn't say anything.

"…You're a sad excuse of a man, Kujo Jotaro. no wonder that your comrades and friends died, they didn't want to see you anymore. they didn't want to know someone who's as horrible as you…"

His fingers clutched on the steering wheel.

"…You're unworthy of love. you destroy everything you touch and cause misery for everyone you know…"

He glared at you, hot blood pooling under his skin.

"…I've never loved you, I still don't love you and I'll never love you…"

He Clenched his Jaw, pressing harder on the driving wheel. The Car was too fast, But you didn't care. you hoped that you would die in an accident rather than be with him for eternity.

"…I hate you"

He trod on the brake pedal at full tilt. The Vehicle stopped dead in its tracks, Convulsing and Subsiding in long seconds. you bumped your head on the glove box's top, feeling your nose at it squashed and bled. You yelped at the sudden burst of ache in your philtrum and laid your hand on it so as to soothe the pain.

You glanced up at Jotaro. His face was still red- You couldn't reckon whether because of his earlier spurt to find you or because of the things you'd just said. a Scowl took over his still handsome face, The usual expression he gave before sneering at you.

Instead of getting a verbal reply, his rough hand came in contact with your throat, Squeezing hard at your windpipe. The remaining nerve of patience was cut; and the tolerance he had for you drained out.

"I could kill you right now! watch your language with me you selfish, Ignorant woman!" he threatened. The pressure he applied on your neck was enough to inform you that he wasn't just threatening.

Blue and Green tints obscured your vision, Oxygen becoming less and less.

"…Don't you know how much I was worried about you? worried sick that you were taken away or got hurt!…"

Your nerves were on fire; electrified and violent.

"…Everyone is worried about you… they were happy to have you among them and this is how you return the favor!…"

You choked out a weak plea to make him stop.

"…I worked so hard to make your life- our life comfortable and happy…"

Warmth layered your eyesight. even from your heavily blurred seeing, you could see something twitch in his eyes.

"…I did all of this to have you…I couldn't let you go…"

Your palms finally moved and squeezed at his large hands.

"I love you…"

He finally spared you. His palms unwrapped your throat quickly and covered your small ones instead.

You drew in a Deep breath and reabsorbed the lost air. You didn't dare move away fearing another sudden outburst of him.

Oddly, He seemed to be quiet, lost in thought about something. The pale Color of his skin was back, returning to his calm, composed self once more.

Either of you said nothing (what was there to be said after a harsh paroxysm?) and Chose to listen to the peaceful Bird Chirping.

You looked outside the Window. You didn't know whether a Lavender field was a place that Jotaro planned to take you to, or simply stopped in by hazard.

You leaned back and breathed deeply, welcoming a sedating air into your lungs. The Fresh scent of Lavender Carried you to a whole nother world, a somnolent corner of your mind, free from any Interference or Strife. The driver's door clicking sound fell flatly on your ears; your senses were too somniated to process or realize anything.

Even when the thought of him murdering and burying you in a field of Lavenders seemed like a beautiful dream, less than a terrible fate you expected.

The passenger door was opened, with him standing in your vision. You wanted a bullet to break through your skull, or a shiny dagger to stab its course through your pampered skin. a color to paint the purple flowers red, It was Strangely poetic and bewitching.

"Sit up"

You obeyed, moving to the side and dangling your legs out of the Car, wanting to end this as quickly as possible. You didn't close your eyes, you wanted to see the field one last time before paying nature's debt.

The last thing you expected was getting your shirt hiked up; your skin exposed to the cool afternoon breeze and goosebumps rising on your arms.

Did he have another intention than ending your life? maybe he wanted to send you to the grave nude, Or take advantage of you one last time First…

The thought was Immediately brushed off when you noticed your wedding's gown clutched in his arm. Now everything is Clear, except for one thing.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" you asked, not realizing you asked him out loud.

He pulled down your trousers, questioning you back nonchalantly "Why would I kill you?"

Swallowing the knot, you answered "You said you would… If I ran away"

He donned you the Robe, starting from your neck and straightening it down your waist. A few seconds passed with the lone Bird Chirping and soft plants Swishing. He suddenly stood straight, towering over your small sitting form and snorting out a tight reply "So is this how you think of me? Am I that heartless to you?!"

You had no respond.

He continued, crouching to shoe your feet with the expensive heel "Why do you think I would keep you to myself if all I had towards you is killing you? Why would I bother to protect and provide for you when I have ill intentions for you? Why would I come to take you back even after your attempts to leave me?"

Astonishment wasn't the one to tie your tongue, having no answer to his questions was.

He gloved your hands after cleaning them "It's because I love you" He answered instead. "I do love you…although I don't show you as much, although you don't feel the same…"

He rose on his feet, a strange hue of sensation you're seeing for the first time in his eyes "although you say you hate me many times…" He wiped the blood from your nose with a clean handkerchief, not really wanting an answer from you.

It was strange, that hint of Pain and Betrayal in his voice.

How come you're feeling like you're the heartless human now? how come you're the one who's tormenting him all along?

You tried to convince yourself that he's lying, that he's coaxing you into a false sense of love, that his tears were nothing more than Crocodile tears… But the guilt insisted on disrupting your psyche.

The Sunset enameled the world in dazzling, prismatic shades of Cinnabar and Orange. you drank in the view from your window, feeling nothing but a comforting emptiness. Visual shadows of buildings and Trees raced in front of your eyes, filling your memory with a serene Nostalgia.

Jotaro was focusing on the road. As much as he wanted to return and finish the ceremony quickly, he felt the need for you both to absorb their feelings First, before you would step on a new route of life.

"You look beautiful." He said.

An empty smile crept on your lips.

The Kisses on your skin were pleasant, passionate and possessive, sealing every inch of your flesh with the branding of his lips. they travelled leisurely across your face, to your neck and down your Chest and waist. You tried to stay still for him and direct the anticipation to your fists -by grasping on the silky sheets tightly- but the tickles in the pit of your stomach weakened your nerves.

Tough palms of his dallied your sides and fondled your breasts; the amatory touch earning him a soft mewl from your lips.

The fragrance of Lavender lingered on his skin; shoulders and arms caging you on the mattress and squeezing you closer. you still can see the spellbound look of his blue eyes under your dark eyelids, a look he beheld you with when you stood together on the altar.

He poured his words In a suave, silky inflection, feeling the weight of his speech as your name rolled down his tongue in the start "I've never imagined to be so worthy of fate's mercy and so smiled upon by whatever deity was in the heavens. Your love was the ultimate grace and the greatest gift I've ever received, and I couldn't be more thankful to have you in my life"

The alienly sweet lips moved down, planting more busses on your bosom and stomach. The warm hands sneaked to your Clitoris; the press of his digits loading your veins with a zestful energy with each circular move.

"I used to think of my life as a mere repetition of events, a colorless time of living and an empty existence. I had no one in heart, no love to hope for coming back to, no soul to embrace myself into. However, when my eyes landed on your alluring beauty, I, for the first time In my life, felt how a heart would beat truly and lively. Warmth and love were so new yet so addicting to me; I couldn't have enough from a single look"

Your limbs jerked up from the stimulation, bubbles foaming under your skin when his fingertip traced the hood, tickling and massaging before moving to your slit.

"I still remember our first encounter as if it's a lucid memory from yesterday. It was in the blink of an eye, you looked at me without seeing me; It felt like a glory, a zephyrous spring, an ardent sun and a warm sea. If I had in mind a way to show you how much I'm in love with you, I wouldn't be able to show enough except by offering you my heart, here and in front of all my loved ones, now and forever…"

Gentler than a feather, he continued to rub on your sex, dandling each part of the wet flesh. Hot pool of tears filled under your eyelids from the overstimulation, you couldn't think or recall anything at the moment.

His middle finger stroked in and out, adding more fuel to the fire and flying you closer to heaven; Your own moans and keens ringing into your ears unfeelingly. Hypersensitive and On fire, you felt every drop of blood rush to your face and ears. a touch…then another and another… till the colors in your vision exploded into a white sweven.

"Will you offer me your heart as I offered you mine? Will you spend the rest of your life by my side and be the light that guides me through the dimness of life? Will you love me like I love you?"

"Will you be mine till the end of time?"

None wouldn't have believed that his rehearsed words were a voice of heart.

Summoning enough courage to utter those sole two words was more difficult than sermoning a whole staged oration.

Your eyes shifted behind him. What would happen if you refused to be in the company of these smiling faces who waited for your agreement? Even If, your refusal meant nothing.

"I do"

How long have you drowned in your reveries? not too long. The heavenly climax washed over your soul, clouding your consciousness. Lust and Vigour controlled you.

A weak croon left your throat when he grabbed your thighs and positioned himself between your legs. your ankles were raised effortlessly so he can press his upper half against yours till your foreheads together.

Warm breath fanned on your face. lifting your eyelids up, you were met by his eyes, rapt and hazed; staring right through your soul.

As his fingers intertwined with yours, he whispered "Do you love me now?"

"No." Was it the truth or a mere falsity like your life?

He didn't respond. Instead, he sheathed himself into you, pushing his hips forward with force. The sudden stretch of your walls shocked you, his length occupying your insides and kissing your cervix.

You moaned loudly, a jolly mix of pain and pleasure stinging your lower half.

It felt hot and sticky -thanks to his earlier efforts in stimulating you- and throbbing. you moaned loudly at the feeling. Although it wasn't actually your first time with him, his large member never failed to force out a climax from you. your mind was certain of its hatred towards him, but your body obeyed every touch and thrust he gave.

Thrusts started out methodic and slow, Wanting to feel every inch of your soft walls against his girth and enjoy the moans you made. Your Husband was usually rough, deciding to take time and savor each second of being inside of you, as if it was the first time to touch and indulge in you.

Each thrust rubbed the most sensitive spots within; increasing the volume of your moans as the room shook in your vision. The lewd sound of skin slapping and his huffs against the Shell of your ear adding to the coming heat.

Even before receiving another sweet release for the night, you found yourself straddling his torso as he stood up. He easily held the weight of your small form, slamming your back against the wall to continue pounding into you.

It felt too deep: He knew your body more than you did. Those hidden spots were fully hit, just as he memorized where to bring you close. He loved the new position too, his groans and ragged breaths being enough of a proof.

It felt too opaque: Seconds passed slowly yet quickly. Closing your eyes again and gyrating your hips mindlessly to meet his jostles was the only thing you had in mind. Faint Images of his eyes blurred amidst the dark corners of your vision, something that you didn't forget nor comprehend, just like your feelings towards him.

It was so sudden: a pleasing comfort foamed and explosive underneath. the knot of your stomach untied itself as you felt his warmth spill inside of your womb, accompanied by a deep, long groan from his throat.

The world around you formed again, Only when you started to drift off to sleep. His final words were there to remember during your awakening.

"If I couldn't be enough for you to love, then a child would have you love me."

Mrs.Joestar was a Stylish woman Indeed.

The Pillow Appliqué she made was Gorgeous, If the word was enough to describe its artistry. No wonder why Jotaro and Holy made her the ceremony's organizer.

Pink Carnations and White Orchids Graced The Pink Silk In a Circular Shape. You admired how versed She was In sewing: The Pearly shade of pink she chose, The elegant Curve of each petal and leaf, not forgetting how stunning the lace they were made of. Years of Maidenhood in Italy and being under the service of an elegant Mistress sharpened her feminine senses and refined her talents greatly.

You remembered her youthful grin as she offered you her gift, rambling about a dream she had not so long ago.

"I dreamt of you eating apples, lots and lots of red apples!" She chirped. "Do you know what that means?" Suzie gave you a prompting look, waiting for you to realize the indication of her dream rather than an actual answer.

You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking of a possible interpretation of what she'd said. Why exactly would a dream mean anything to what you're experiencing now?!

"I can't seem to think of an explanation, Mrs.Joestar" you replied politely before chuckling "What does it mean?"

"It's a great sign Sweetheart! you're going to be a mother soon!"

She delivered the simple answer as if it was something you wanted to hear. A Child is what every woman longs for, isn't it? and when you think of your situation, you didn't want to meet Jotaro or any of his family members, let alone have a Child with him.

"You're going to have a beautiful baby girl, isn't that Sweet?!" She said dreamily, Cupping her face and possibly fantasizing about the little baby of her grandson.

"I had the same dream After I got married for a while. Later I knew that I was with Child! And I eventually had my precious Holy! isn't that beautiful? A girl is much better than a boy…"

You couldn't Imagine yourself as a mother.

The mere thought of bringing another soul to this world had your bones shiver. a Child was the last thing you wanted- But something he wanted and craved to have.

Jotaro had made his wishes clear since that fateful night together. He would leave you filled to the brim with his seed, sore and dazed. He had whispered of how pretty you'll look in a maternity gown, palming your rounded belly and sensing that little pulse inside. Even If what Suzie had said was true, what kind of difference would a girl make to your life if you didn't want her to come at all?!

"What are you thinking of?"

Jotaro's voice crushed your train of thought. You were holding the little baby pillow in your hands for half an hour for now.

"Just tired." you lied.

Silence stretched. You didn't want to have another conversation with him for now. In fact, you didn't want nor had enough power to converse with anyone at all. You continued staring at the tailored flowers while rubbing your thumb at the soft fabric.

Loud Footsteps ruined the silence. He sat down beside you, The soft sound of his breathing filling your ears for a minute. His hands held yours gently, Both of your rings glinting under the morning's sunlight.

"Grandmother Suzie said that we'll have a daughter." You didn't need to look up at his face to know how happy he was; Even if his tone seemed Composed, there was that little octave which told it all.

"I've been thinking of a good name for her" He was confident about it too, although you were only Five weeks pregnant.

You didn't think of the soul Inside at all. You felt unattached to it, So close yet so far from the thing inside. The blood string that connects it to you, nor that faint heartbeat will never make you feel a thing towards it.

"Yet I couldn't find a proper one" He scooted even closer, bringing his other hand to hold the little pillow of what they called 'your daughter'.

Still no word from you. Why would he think of a name for something that shouldn't exist?! Why would he want something that he can't take care of?!

Why would he bother to ask you about it?!

"I thought you had a good name for her"

You swallowed back a harsh remark forcefully, hiding the truth of your feelings towards him and his damn baby. You needed to stay calm for an unknown period of time.

"Jolyne" You managed to let out. "We'll name her Jolyne. If she's a female, Of course."

The name wasn't that meaningful or symbolic. You just gathered your tongue's letters and formed a name out of them. as silly as it may seem, but the name sounded a little lovable.

"Jolyne" he repeated, as if liking the roll of the simple name on his tongue. The least he can do to bring you back a little Joy is giving you the honor of naming your daughter: The child you made together, The little flower that will bloom, The pure Lily of Love and Life.

His blue eyes twinkled with hope. Cupping your face, He planted a soft kiss; most of his soft kisses ever. tangling his fingers with your hair and tasting your lips.

You didn't feel anything.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at your eyes, looking for that familiar mirthfulness he obsessed over.

"Jolyne it is. Promise me that you'll love us forever"

"I promise" you lied again- that was what you thought.

Dawn broke Through the airplane's small window, Casting transparent lights across the cabin and drawing thin rays on the walls. Birds Chirped gleefully and loudly with each passing second, announcing the start of a brand new day.

Fourteen hours separates you from your new life. a new life of you, your husband and your upcoming daughter. Upon the remembrance of her -She's officially a female, the doctor announced- Your hands massaged your stomach tepidly, smoothing away the tensing and kicking fetus. 'Jolyne' as you started to call it, was doing great according to the smiling Gynecologist: Her heart rate is normal, Her position and Growth is as expected, and no abnormalities or problems at all as for now. In addition to comforting Jotaro about your ability to travel without any risks to his baby or his wife.

Generally, Your first ever pregnancy was going well. Your excuse to stay by his side was soon to be born just in another four months.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked, concerned.

"Just tired." you were really tired; not from having a living creature deep in your guts, but from everything you went through in less than a year.

"You'll get to rest once we're there" He reached to rub your stomach, enacting a gesture of parental affection.

You knew it was another lie: You'll never be able to rest, You'll never be able to see the lights of a true life. the existence of an untouchable decoration was all you could call your life at this point.

You had no choice: Pretending to be a good wife became what you are, and soon enough, You'll be a good mother who previously pretended to be happy about carrying The Joestar's heiress. Your old self shattered, not a fragment from it was present in your brand new one.

All of them are just looking at the garniture of you, not what your soul carries.

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adiabolikpastelrp · 1 year

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Roleplay Master List

Welcome to the roleplay master list!

Here you can find all of the different roleplays that involve the OCs of @adiabolikpastel. Each will feature other characters from different blogs, which will be credited to the roleplay's individual post.

Sorted below are the OCs and the many or few roleplays they have. Each one is titled and listed in chronological order. Additionally, the status of each story is provided.

For any questions; please refer to the Blog Guidelines.

Enjoy!

●・○・●・○・● | Tormented Reverie | ●・○・●・○・●

Yuuki Koishikawa

Yuki Awashima

A Little Help (w/ Alrick & Lily) ~ Haitus

●・○・●・○・● | Tormented Reverie: Another Daydream | ●・○・●・○・●

Kanaye Sakamaki

Full Moon Scare (w/ Tsubasa) ~ Completed The Demon and Vampire (w/ Spencer) ~ Completed Something in her Eyes (w/ Izumi) ~ Discontinued You Get It (w/Isabella) ~ Completed An Unexpected Encounter (w/ Spencer & Isabella) ~ Completed

The Unexpected Meeting (w/Juliet) ~ Completed Unnamed Role Play (w/Zion ft. Juliet) ~ Haitus

One Final Push (w/Isabella ft. Spencer) ~ Haitus

Yukio Sakamaki

A Night Out in Town (w/ Isaiah) ~ Completed Hate, Loath and Despise (w/ Juliet) ~ Haitus When Yukio Met Silas (w/ Silas) ~ Discontinued

Rini Sakamaki

Only in Wonderland (w/ Leon) ~ Completed

●・○・●・○・● | Excruciating Duplicity | ●・○・●・○・●

Skye Oakly

Little Parakeet (w/ Alrick) ~ Completed With a Guy (w/ Alrick) ~ Haitus

Loving You (w/ Alrick) ~ Completed Break (w/ Alrick) ~ Completed

Callista Loren

Rosalyn Dupont

#Roleplay Master List

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universalistotalis · 3 years

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Too Far

Angst!!!

Atsumu Miya x Female Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Loving Atsumu Miya was absolute bliss. You loved every second of his affection, his skin, his warmth, his laugh, and his jokes. That giant bastard may be a crackhead to his friends and family, but with you, his affectionate side just pops out of nowhere. His eyes filled with love when he looks at you. His arms opened so wide to envelope you in an embrace so tight, your feet lift up the floor with ease. His words laced with care and love with a hint of playfulness at the side and they never failed to make your insides scramble everytime.

You shake your head from the daydream that you’ve consistently been having since the start of the relationship.

God, you loved him so much, didn’t you? You gave your whole world to the man of your dreams. You sacrificed time, effort, patience, you name it, just to have one second by his side.

And because of that love, you became an absolute fool.

Who were you kidding, right? THE Great Atsumu Miya will never settle. Who were you to tame that wild beast? How special did you think you were when he had a sea of people under his spell, his command?

Just face it, you’re nothing to him.

And so you did. You left your shared apartment after waiting for him to come home for the nth time. Who knows where he was, who he’s with, what he’s doing. You were done thinking of an imaginary Atsumu who will love you wholeheartedly. That’s just not going to happen.

After many sobs and insecurities flooding in, you were ready to face the world again. Even more ready to face Atsumu. He’s nothing to you now. There were no grudges held in your heart. There were no tears in yours eyes. But more importantly, there was new love formed in your chest and that’s reserved for the most important person in your life. You.

“Damn, y/n!!! What happened to you?!” One of your friends cheered as you met to go to a club on a Friday night. Work was pretty hectic lately and you all agreed to a well- deserved night out.

“No kidding, you’re literally glowing!!!” Another hyped and slapped your ass playfully as you walked through the doors. “Let’s get wasted tonight!!!”

And my god, your whole group did. You all danced to your heart’s content, ordered liquor until your head got rid of all inhibitions, laughed at each other’s faces and jokes… overall, it was a night to remember.

“Y/n?” You heard a voice behind you followed by your right wrist being cased within the hands of another.

You were just on the verge of getting sober so you wonder if the image right in front of your eyes was real or not. He used to stand with his chest puffed out in confidence but now, he looked deflated. Under his eyes were dark circles, proof of him not sleeping well. His usual playful demeanor was gone and the man in front of you now looked so lost, confused… lonely.

“Atsumu?” You squinted, not believing the sight in front of you.

“It really is you.” He slurred and you had a whiff of liquor on his breath. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing great, Miya. Thanks.” You smiled, genuinely.

“Where’s my sweet nickname?” He joked. “You look so damn happy celebratin’ with yer friends tonight, huh? That happy to be rid of me, ain’t ya?” He chuckled darkly.

You were taken aback with what he said. What does he have to do with you having a great party?

“Miya, don’t do this right now. I have to go.” You tried to excuse yourself from his intrusion.

“I hate it. I hate it so goddamn much.” He whispered, closing the distance between you two and caged you on the wall behind. “I’ve been a mess since ya left, sweetheart. Seeing you having the time of your life makes me feel so damn angry. Am I that easy to forget?”

“Atsumu, I—“

“Come back to me.” He puffed. “Come back to me and I promise to treat ya right. I’ll do everythin’ ya want, just please… I love you.” His voice faltered at the end as whimpers of his cries followed. Never in your whole life did you think you’d see him break down because of you. But here he is! AND you never thought of hearing those three words with utmost sincerity from his lips. But again, here he is!

A nostalgic smile lifted from your lips and Atsumu stared at it for a while. The alcohol in his system was enough to make himself go haywire but your smile sent him spiraling. He meant what he said. He missed you to death. He needed you back.

“Come back to me, please.” He repeated and leaned his forehead on yours.

“I’m sorry, Miya.” You said as you held his face in your hands. “Thank you for being honest with me. But it’s too late. I’ve moved on from everything and you should too.”

His head violently shook no as more tears spilled from his eyes. He’ll do everything for you except let you go. “I’ll be better. Please, I’ll be better! I’ll try my best to keep ya, baby, that’s how much I love you! I can’t—“

“Then try your best with the next person because it won’t be me, Miya. I hope you understand.” You said while wiping his tears. “That relationship was too toxic for me and I can’t go back.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, voice too slow and too low to even hear but you did. “I’m so sorry.”

“Atsumu! You prick!” Your head whipped to the left at the familiar voice that boomed. Osamu barreled over to where you were but his steps slowed as he saw your figure caged inside Atsumu’s arms.

“Y/n.” He said, as if in a daze.

“Hi Osamu.” You greeted awkwardly since Atsumu’s stare is still hard and focused on your face. The alcohol seemed to have a toll on him and he was beginning to doze off. Either that, or he still did not process what you’ve been saying.

“Stop it, man.” Osamu came behind his twin and caught him by the collar. He turned to you next while carrying a limp Atsumu in his embrace. “I’m sorry for his behavior. He drinks more than he can take. He’s been out of it since… you know… your break up.”

You smiled sadly. “Oh.” Well, what were you supposed to say to that?

“Y/n!!! Come back here!” One of your friends saw you and waved you to the table.

“That’s my cue to go.” You smiled.

“Yeah.” Osamu nodded.

“Osamu, you’re here!” Atsumu woke up from his reverie and comically hugged his brother, surprising the both of you.

“You know what? Y/n was here! I told her I love her but she didn’t believe me! Tell her! Tell her for me! Maybe she’ll believe you! Help me man, I can’t lose her!”

Your chest burned at the sight and at his words. How you longed for him to say those three words in the past. But it’s just too late.

“Stop it, Tsumu.” Osamu whispered, heart aching for his twin. He saw how broken he was these past few months but then it was his fault after all. He shot you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for this again. Take care, Y/n.”

“Take care too, Osamu.” You smiled. “Take care of him too.”

“I will.” He agreed then proceeded to take Atsumu to their table.

“It hurts, Samu.” Sudden whimpers came out from Atsumu’s mouth after a few steps. “It fucking hurts. I don’t think I can take this.”

“Imagine how she felt, you bastard.” Osamu sighed. “She really was a keeper, wasn’t she?”

Atsumu hummed in agreement. “She was. She still is.”

“Look, she’s gone, Tsumu. You need to move the fuck on and stop tormenting the poor girl! You’ve caused her enough pain.” Atsumu then was dumped harshly on the cushions.

“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.” The saying rang in Atsumu’s ears, echoing louder and louder as the music in the club intensified throughout the night. It mocked him to the core! He drank himself to oblivion for months now, trying to forget your presence in his life. Visions of you were everywhere! You were in his room tucking him to bed. You were in the kitchen whipping up a random recipe from the internet. You were in his living room, dancing to his playlist even when you heard the songs for the first time. You were in the stands cheering for his every move. You were even on his morning jogs, passing his water bottle to make sure he’s hydrated.

You took care of him in the best way possible and he can’t believe how involved you were with his life. How did he not see that? He didn’t realize that what he bothered himself within the past were temporary things that brought temporary bliss. You were his life, his love. How could he throw something so serious? So permanent?

He watched you from afar, drunk as fuck but visions still sharp as a hawk on your side. You were happily talking to your friends, rewarding them with your gorgeous smile and wonderful laugh. Maybe this was his punishment for ever breaking someone as pure as you.

He may be close to where you were but he can never be too close to be yours again.

Okay wait HAHAHA I love Atsumu but I wanted to write an angsty post about him so here it is! This was inspired by the song “Bedroom” by JJ Lin and Anne- Marie. I just love that song so much, I have it on repeat rn.

ALSO YOU'RE SO WORTH IT AND YOU DESERVE THE BEST! Just reminding y'all in case you forgot. <3 hope you liked this one! <3

#atsumu x y/n #atsumu angst #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu reader insert #haikyu x reader #angst #atsumu fic #atsumu x female reader #atsumu scenarios #hq atsumu #atsumu imagines #haikyuu angst

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florencwrites · 3 years

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echoes, page seven 〚dreamwastaken〛

A good day, at last. She allows herself to smile at her friend's idiocracy, Tommy once again being the reason for her bliss. Sam offers to take her with him, alas, she is not able to abandon the shackles of her longing.

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The days were getting longer, both physically but also mentally. They were filled with hopeless waiting and disappointed glances, any time Sam would pass her after clocking out. He would always stop by her when heading home, standing behind her for a few minutes, staring at the crashing waves together. He rarely tried saying anything, most of the time his silence spoke a thousand truths.

No news. No letter.

He would press a kiss to the top of her head, squeeze her shoulder, and be on his way. The portal room had stayed unlocked for a full week, it was no longer needed for him to remind her of the fact. Not that she had made use of it a single time, but it was the selflessness of his intention that warmed her heart time after time.

She just sat by the water, now. Her hands limp in her lap, no longer pulling at its perimeters. The grass slowly starting sprouting again from the disturbed soil, tiny-teeny roots pushing themselves through the dirt. She sploshed her feet around a little in the water, taking notice of the wrinkles starting to form on her skin.

Her eyes scoured the horizon, tears prickling at the sight of the sun cloaking itself once again. Partly because of the harsh lights still emitted by it, partly because that meant another day had passed. Another day where she had not heard from her lover, where her tireless adoration was left unanswered. Sam would be meeting her any minute, he always did. The exhaustion would always be written in bold letters on his features, utter fatigue etching itself into his skin.

He didn't look good, she noticed only the day before that the entire situation was starting to take a toll on him, as well. His air always looked disheveled when he met her, in contrast to its slicked form when he would start his shift. Dark bags under his eyes, blue-ish hue to his skin, the whole ordeal.

"Hey." She felt his presence hover behind her, knees impossibly close to pressing against her back. Two hands on both of her shoulders, a gentle, simultaneous, squeeze. She craned her neck to meet his eyes, empty as she had expected, however it still stung. She whispered a faint greeting through pursed lips. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Where?" Her voice was croaky, roughened by the simple lack of utilization during the past few weeks. He lifted his right hand to place it down on her head, running his fingers through her hair, offering an amicable smile. "I'm gonna help Tommy with his 'First Lady' suite."

Her lips pulled themselves up into a smile instantaneously, a lively chuckle escaping her lips. Straight away, a sweet, genuine, laugh sounded from Sam, as well, "He insists that a President's suite is 'simply too sexist'."

"Of course he would say that." A hopeful glint found its way into her eyes, glimmering with eager excitement to speak about her friend. To feel content again, for once, no matter how long or shortlived it might end up being. "Let me guess, he took the penthouse and called it 'Big Man HQ'?"

Sam chuckled softly at her insinuation, patting her head again gently before admitting, "He didn't, uh, take the penthouse."

"What? Did he give it to Tubbo?" She smiled, shaking her head as her eyes met the horizon again. "Of course little Tommy would give the penthouse away, too many stairs, I bet."

"Uh-" He couldn't help but stutter and stammer, trying to offer her the truth as tenderly and considerately as he could. "He named it after you, actually."

"Won't let anyone touch it, either." He sniffed nervously, taking apprehensive notice of her silence, hoping so very dearly that he was not the one that sent her into another silent protest. "It's decorated entirely in purple, he didn't know what your favorite color was." He decided to keep speaking, to fill the silence as to not force her into reticence. "I told him I was pretty sure it was pink, but he said he couldn't risk assuming a woman's favorite color was pink."

"And then he went on this whole rant about how blue was just as bad, if not worse, so Tubbo told him to pick yellow." A faint smile was evident in his tone, his hand continuing to run through her hair calmingly. "So, obviously, he told Tubbo that was the stupidest idea he had ever heard, and that he was forbidden from speaking again." She lifted her lips up, too, a fond smile displaying itself to the waves. "So I showed him what color that would make, which, unfortunately, was black."

"I like black."

"Yeah, I know," His left hand squeezed her shoulder assuringly. "But, he said he would get 'canceled' for racism." Another enamored giggle sounded from beneath him, sentiment getting the better of her. "He asked me what color it would make without the yellow."

"Let me get this right, he asked you what color pink and blue would make?" She lifted her legs from the water, turning sideways to rest them on the shore. Swatting her hands over her legs as to somewhat dry them off, Sam continued, "Purple, yeah."

She offered him her hands with another grin, he gratefully took them, obviously, and pulled her from the floor. "I bet it's the prettiest, entirely purple room I've ever seen."

"I bet it's the only one, right?" He laughed as she nodded, walking side-by-side, away from the portal chamber. "It's an ugly purple, too, it's like the brightest, dullest color you've ever seen."

A dry chuckle as the smile that had been plastered on her face, was slowly dissipating into thin air. Her step started stalling, steadily decreasing the cheerfulness she had felt with the idea of seeing her Tommy again.

A heavy strain, tugging at her legs. An almost magnetic pull connecting her to the chamber that had offered her such inexcusable torture. She didn't want to stay, but her legs soon gave out, not allowing her to set foot any further from the portal than she had been at that exact moment.

She wanted nothing more than to see her friend, her little brother. She didn't want to stay, but right then, she realized that she had no choice in the matter.

The wailing obsidian and smothered, violet blazes, screamed for her to not even dare to think about abandoning them, abandoning him. She sat on her bloodied knees, the splinters of the wooden pathway burying themselves into her skin. Unwilling sobs tore themselves from her throat, frustrated screams as she tried so desperately to claw her way out of the mental confines of the prison.

Sam stood by, unable to be of any assistance, watching the poor girl get tormented by her own anguish. She cried and cried, pure resentment in her tone. Resentment for not just her situation, but herself, too, in a way. Silent tears started streaming down Sam's face, guilt washing over his every sense.

Some part of him knew it was not going to be this easy, but was hope not the fuel of life? Or, perhaps faith truly was merely a fool's paradise, perhaps utopia was nothing more but a meaningless reverie, a daydream if you will.

He could not give up, for the sake of her, he could not give up now. Not now, perhaps never.

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dark-imagine-robots · 4 years

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Semi-Dump for Reveritale!

If the word "Megalovania" (sans' fight theme) has word definitions to it, then what are the word definitions for "Teralazing" (spinswap Papyrus' theme).

I mean, since Reveritale goes along most roles to spinswap, it doesn't bother me if you guys say Imago is gonna "Teralize" a person, but I can't quite make due with words that have no meaning or no definitions.

I can only find meaning in the word as combined root words ((Which I very much did with Imago's short name and real name)), which Terr- is a Latin root word for "earth, land" and -ize is English for "to render, make".

It can make some since since Imago is a Skeleton Demon and Skeleton Demons are from the ground too, or the fact everything takes place Underground.

But I'm also doing a thing on my own with my Reveritale au where it follows a certain theme that the original Undertale story somewhat follows.

To put it this way to shape out the theme I'm somewhat following for Reveritale, ((since I don't actually know the word for this theme)) I'll explain the names of certain characters of the Reveritale au...

The royal family of the original Undertale story are called the Dreemurrs, which in turn sounds, or obviously is suppose to be, the word Dreamer/Dreamers. The royal family of the Reveritale au are called the Fantastis, the last name for them does not related to the word "fantastic" or "Fantasy", but it's actually connects to the real word "Fantasist".

Another example name, and one that's a little on the nose somewhat, is Reveritale Gaster's name "Illuseem". Of course it's suppose to sound like the word "illusion", but it's also relating to the phrase "Not who they seem". Since Gaster is suppose to be a caretaker and father, but he never differentiated his own son as just another scientific project and saw Imago as something to exploit for study instead of an adopted son of the royal family.

Last and most primary example name to the theme is both Imago's short name and full skeleton demon name, along with the au's name.

Imago's full Skeleton Demon name, his real name, is Gaioharmr. His full name consists of two words, Gaio meaning "happy or making people happy. gleeful" and the word harmr meaning "hurt, pain; evil, grief,sorrow; insult". While his short name Imago, a scrambled our word from his full name, means "an unconscious idealized mental image of someone, especially a parent, which influences a person's behavior."

The au's name "Reverie" means, "a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream."

From these, you can kinda get the theme I'm trying to go for in the Reveritale au. As much as Teralazing sounds neat and is the thing people know about in terms of a Papyrus taking an evil role/chara role, Imago's Theme name would actually be another name that somewhat goes along the lines of Teralazing and that's the word "Tantalizing", meaning "tormenting or teasing with the sight or promise of something unobtainable." and/or "exciting one's senses or desires." Which is more fitting to the theme and would make more sense with Imago's interactions with Imago and then how Imago takes control last minute in the pacifist route after the Genocide route.

Hehehe, I don't mind you guys still using Teralazing, but the theme name is gave is Tantalizing.

((Kinda updated his first sprite since his claws poke out of claws and cheeks are brighter now. If you wanna know more about Reveritale or see other dumps for it, just go under the "Reveritale" tag on my blog. Or leave an ask for questions.))

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clementine-shine · 4 years

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Moxxie and Millie’s Quiet Night

The sounds of wailing were what woke Millie that night.

Carefully tugging up her black chemise, Millie maneuvered her body over her husband. In response, Moxxie gave an undignified snort as his wife blearily made her way across their queen sized bed.

Another sob echoed throughout their small bedroom. Effectively waking up the droused Moxxie.

Eyes still crusted over with sleep, he slurred, “Wassa noise?”

“It’s just Maizie, dear.” Millie giggled. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of her, love.”

That was all Moxxie needed. Within thirty seconds, he was back to snoring like a donkey. Millie shook her head at her husband's antics. He never really was one for early mornings. Millie, on the other hand, had had years of practice getting up before the crack of dawn. Setting herself up for the perfect kill.

Nowadays, she got up early for different reasons.

Said reason was her and Moxxie’s little imp daughter. Maizie was her name. And crying her horns off, seemed to be her game.

As Millie trudged around the corner to her daughter’s room, the crying seemed to pick up. Almost bursting poor Millie’s ear drums.

‘Curious’ she thought. Usually Maizie calmed down when she sensed her mother’s presence. But no, the imp’s wails only pitched in volume. Making Millie’s trek to her baby’s room a bit faster.

There, in her crib, squirmed Maizie. Her red skin even more flushed from all her howling. Fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, blurring the sight of her should-be-comforting mother.

Millie dashed her way over to the cream colored crib on the right side of the room. Lightly shushing her daughter. Petting her hair, and stroking her teary face.

Picking up her little girl didn’t seem to quell the small one’s distress. Nor did the subsequent feeding, diaper changing, or lullaby seem to work. Millie groaned frustratedly from the nearby rocking chair. Not realizing all the noise had effectively woken up her husband.

He came plodding in, seeing the sight of his poor Millie holding his unconsolable child.

The bags under Millie’s eyes gave away that she had been up for a few hours trying to calm Maizie. His daughter looked worse for wear too. Her black and white hair clung pitifully to her pitiful face. Making her look like Hell’s worse grudge impression.

He watched in sympathy as his miserable daughter raised her chubby arms up to him, whimpering to be picked up by her daddy. This caused his heart to melt, making him pick up his baby and give his wife some much needed rest.

“Hey sweetheart,” he began soothingly, “what’s wrong?”

Only heart-wrenching sobs answered him. He sighed, unsure of what to do.

Ever since Maizie was born, Millie had been the one to step up and take charge. She handled most of the diaper changes, tantrums, and midnight check-ups. He guessed it was because Millie was the one who wanted a child more than anything. They had tried for months to get pregnant. But once they finally did, Millie’s personality changed almost overnight. She was much more “motherly” in a sense. Even becoming docile to Loona.

Moxxie had wanted kids too, just not as much as his wife.

But once little Maizie came into the picture, he (normally) couldn’t think of his life without her. Except for moments like this. He hated to admit he had those thoughts, but sometimes Moxxie daydreamed about the quiet nights he and Millie once shared. And the days when his nostrils weren’t constantly filled with the scent of dirty diapers.

Alas, those days were behind him. Now, he had to man up and be the best father he could be for his little girl. And that included right now.

As he was brought out of his reverie, he flinched as Maizie painfully clung to the open chest hair through his robe. Tears melding their way into his skin.

Almost on instinct, Moxxie made a hopeful glance to Millie. Smiling faltering when he saw her fast asleep in the rocking chair. Snoring softly.

He wished he could be back in bed asleep like his wife. But, the shuddering bundle in his arms held other plans for him.

With Maizie still clinging to him, Moxxie grabbed a seat in the only other chair in the room. His body quickly melting into the worn leather of the love-seat. This bedroom used to be part of their living room, but was walled off soon after Maizie was born. The love-seat was just a dreamy memento of their old lives.

With a soft huff, Moxxie moved his daughter until she was sitting in his lap. Her weight pressing gently into his chest. Her sobbing had turned into a mild whimpering by now, and it was soothing to Moxxie’s ears. The relief would only last a moment though as he peered at the little imp’s puffy eyes.

Her yellow orbs yearned for comfort, which Moxxie couldn’t supply. Her small hands yanked on her daddy’s robe sleeve. Trying to convey a message she couldn’t communicate. Moxxie merely pet her black and white striped horns. He knew that doing this often calmed her down, much like it calmed him down when Millie did the same thing for him.

It seemed to do the trick. His baby-girl’s whimpers slowly started to cease. Her breathing starting to even out.

Moxxie allowed the brief break to close his eyes. ‘Maybe it was a bad dream’ he wondered. That didn’t make sense though. Maizie had had bad dreams before, and was always soothed with a warm bottle. Tonight seemed to be an outlier though. He deeply wanted to figure out what was wrong with his precious daughter, but was too tired to figure anything out.

The sound of infantile blabbering woke him up from his weak daze. Little Maizie was sucking on her fingers, seemingly over her fit. A small smile stretched its way across Moxxie’s face. Relieved that he could finally go back to sleep.

He lightly tickled his daughter’s belly, eliciting a tiny giggle from the girl.

“Okay sweetheart, I think it’s time to go to bed.”

Maizie kicked her feet, just happy to be in her daddy’s arms. The father smirked alongside his daughter. Cracking his back as his hooves lifted his body off the worn couch.

“Ah,” he sighed, “much better.”

Baby still in his arms, Moxxie lumbered his way over to his daughter’s crib. His plan was to put his daughter to bed, and then wake his wife up, so that they too could fall asleep.

But, as he was a foot away from the crib, Maizie’s little eyes lit up, and her body started shuddering. Tiny tail lashing back and forth, with intermittent screams littering the air.

“Uh oh!” was Moxxie’s intelligent reply. Startled, he almost dropped the baby. The screams eventually turning into broken sobs. Rough sounding from the torment she had put her throat through earlier.

Moxxie tried to calm his daughter, afraid of what had set her off again.

She clung to her daddy with all of her strength. Sharp wails emanating from her mouth. Not only from her sudden fear, but also from the searing pain of her unshed tears.

Tiny claws gripped her daddy’s robe, unaware of the mental duress she was putting her father under.

Moxxie knew that this wasn’t good. He was about to wake Millie up for her advice, but was beat to it, when he felt a drowsily dainty hand land on his shoulder.

“Oh Moxxie, she still at it?” The words barely strung together from the sleep deprived Millie.

Moxxie kissed his wife’s forehead worriedly. “I don’t know, Mills. She was calm for a couple minutes, but just when I was about to put her down, she started screaming again!”

Millie’s brow furrowed in thought. She looked at her husband’s pleading stare. And groggily shrugged her shoulders.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.”

Millie rubbed her still crying daughter’s back. “Maybe we should take her into our room. The change of scenery should help”

Moxxie was about to agree, when a funny sight caught a hold of his eye. A red object was coming in and out of view under Maizie's crib. Thinking it was some type of toy, Moxxie handed Maizie over to Millie, and went to peek under the crib to turn the annoying toy off.

As Moxxie bent down, his body froze. Staring right into his eyes, were another pair of yellow slitted orbs.

Maizie wasn’t the only one that screamed that night.

Moxxie quickly back peddled on the ground, grasping at Millie’s legs. “GET OUT Y-Y-YOU HEATHEN!” He screeched.

Millie, as confused as she was, was also leery. Afraid of what was under her daughter’s crib. She subconsciously held her child a bit tighter.

Ever so slowly, a tall figure emerged from under the bed.

“Blitzo?” Millie questioned.

“BLITZO!!!!!” Moxxie hollered.

Said imp signed and acknowledged the small family. “Uh...surprise?”

“WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU DOING UNDER MY DAUGHTER’S CRIB!?” Moxxie all but exploded. His voice cracking. Too shell-shocked at his boss’s audacity to even swear properly.

“Well, as you should know. I was trying to do you guys a favor.”

Moxxie was struggling to regain his composure. But was still able to hold a protective stance in front of his family. “What do you mean.” He seethed. More in a statement than a question.

“If you would like to know, I only came over here to record you guys sleepi-”

Millie cut him off. “You recorded us while we were sleeping?” Her southern accent became a bit stronger.

“That’s not important Mills-”

“Uh, I think it is.” Moxxie was the one to interrupt this time.

“I don’t have to explain myself.” Blitzo spat petulantly. Crossing his spindly arms in front of his chest.

Moxxie huffed

“‘S what I thought….anyway. I was recording you guys as you slept. But as I was doing so, I heard your little one start to cry. Neither of you were getting up. So, I took it upon myself to help you both out.”

Millie hugged her daughter, looking at Blitzo questingly. “How’d you get in then?”

“Simple, Mills. Your window was unlocked!”

“That’s creepy.” Moxxie muttered.

Blitzo cut in. “Shut up Moxxie.”

Silence.

“Ok, where was I? Oh, yes! I snuck in and got to your daughter’s room. She looked so pathetic! HA! You should have seen her face!”

“You better continue with this ‘story’, or I’m gonna kick you out.” Millie yelled, getting flustered.

Blitzo’s face took on an apologetic expression. “As I was saying, she was so pathetic, I knew I had to cheer her up! I tried my best anyway. But no matter how many toys I shoved in her face, or weapons I showed her. She just wouldn’t stop crying!”

“That’s not how you take care of babies, Blitzo!” Moxxie blared. “I-I can’t believe you right now!”

“And I couldn’t believe her!” Blitzo countered. “The more I tried to cheer her up, the louder she cried.”

“Blitzo, hun, you can’t wave a toy in front of a child’s face if they are scared. You’ll only upset them more.” Millie’s voice was calmer, now that the shock was starting to wear off.

Maizie was still whimpering on her mother’s side. Not wanting to look at Blitzo. He was the big scary man that upset her so much.

As his wife and boss were talking. Realization dawned on Moxxie. Looking to his baby, still clinging onto Millie, his voice came out without falter.

“Ok Blitzo, I think I finally figured out this whole mess,” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “you clearly upset her with your whole ‘charade.’ But, the one thing I’m still struggling to understand is where you went after Millie got in here.”

“Oh, I hid under your daughter’s bed!”

“YOU WHAT?!” Moxxie screeched rhetorically. He already knew that’s what Blitzo did, but didn’t want to believe it, due to the creepo-factor.

“I said, I hid under your daughter’s crib. But if you should feel bad for anyone, it should be me! It’s cramped under there!”

“...”

“Moxxie?” Millie gently queried.

“...”

“Moxxie. Come on use your voice.”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“GET OUT!” Moxxie screamed. Startling Blitzo so bad that it sent him reeling for the window.

“THE DOOR YOU IDIOT!!!!!”

The sound of hurried hoof-steps, and the slam of the front door signaled that Blitzo had left.

Moxxie slumped to the floor, breathing a sigh of relief.

Counting to ten slowly, he finally was able to assess his surroundings without seeing red. He could see Maizie starting to calm down from another crying episode. No thanks to his outburst. And he could see Millie looking down at him in sympathy.

“I can’t believe him, Mills.”

“I know hun.” She started to pet her husband’s horns with her one free hand. “This is the last straw.”

That was comical coming from Millie’s mouth, Moxxie thought. She usually thought Blitzo’s visits were a fun treat. Not anymore apparently. This had been too much. And to his sleep-deprived mind, he couldn’t find it in him to care about his eruption aimed at Blitzo. He was just happy the creep was gone.

A soft yawn from behind him alerted Moxxie to his tired baby.

“I think she should go to bed. We could all use some rest.”

Millie gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

The mother dried the left-over tears from her child’s face. Rocking her child in her arms, as she plodded her way over to the crib.

Fortunately, Maizie didn’t scream when put in there. She just closed her eyes, and stuck her thumb in her mouth. Already starting to snore.

“This whole fiasco must have tired her out, huh?”

“Yeah.” Millie responded exhaustledy. Swaying on her hooves.

“I think it tired you out too, hun.”

“Yeah.”

Moxxie chuckled, the adrenaline finally starting to wear off. “Let’s go to bed then, ok?”

“Yeah.”

Husband and wife cautiously looked to their baby. Careful to be quiet as to not send their daughter into another fit.

Back in their own bed, the couple shared one last good-night kiss. Falling asleep in each other’s arms, where not even Blitzo could bother them.