#but god it's actually been a while since I drew a human
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Who prays for Satan? - Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)
This isn't our usual dark!Tom, he's still fucked up, but not as dark as the other priest fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Priest Riddle is the reader's theology professor, a man she has always found herself interested in, but things escalate when she joins his church for her internship.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, guided masturbation (f), spanking, forced confession, smut in a church/in a confessional, choking, degrading, unaddressed age gap, power play, professor x student, religious connotations
Pairing: Priest!Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!student!reader (about 3k words)
"Please remember that you only have time until Friday to tell me, where you will do your internship. Have a good week, and don’t forget the essays, please.” The sounds of students hastily rising to their feet echoed through the room, but while some were desperate to leave, getting away from the professor who looked like God’s finest creation, but spoke like the Devil himself, others were desperate to catch his attention with bland questions he found himself annoyed by.
“(Y/n), do you have a moment?” His voice drew her closer, past the group of students who looked at her with hate swimming in their pupils. She didn’t look at them as she walked past them, coming to a halt in front of the tall man with a soft smile glued to her lips. “Walk with me.”
Neither of them spared the others another glance as he strode out in the hallway, expecting her to follow him. It wasn’t the first class of his (y/n) was visiting, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, as she found herself awfully drawn towards the priest, who had taken on a few theology classes at their university. Something about him was different. Something she couldn’t let go of, no matter how hard she tried to.
“I knew you’d turn in your essay days before the others would even begin writing it, but I was pleasantly surprised by your work this week. It was smart of you to use the famous Mark Twain quote: “But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?” It always stuck with me.”
“Thank you, Professor Riddle. You once told me how much you think of this quote, so it only felt right to use it for this week’s focus on sinning.” The throaty chuckle rumbling through him left her feeling surprised, not used to seeing him this giddy. His smile didn’t waver, not as they came to a halt in front of his office, not as he guided her inside, not as they plopped down on their designated seats.
“Your essay isn’t the reason for this chat, though. I was thinking of what you said to me, and I decided that you can join my church for your internship. But I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell others I’m allowing you to do this, I never give out internships, and I’m only taking you on because I know how dedicated and smart you are.” Heat rose in her system, crawling up her throat to force (y/n) to avert her gaze. She had been desperate to find a church to join, not wanting to spend her internship as a simple office help, she needed practice, something to help her figure out what she actually wanted to do with her life.
“I highly appreciate this, thank you, professor. I promise, I won’t make you regret your choice.” Her eyes flickered back to his piercing ones, instantly sucked into his mesmerizing grasp. He was like a siren, luring her into his trap to feast on her darkening thoughts – thoughts she hadn’t been able to shake ever since meeting the tall priest.
“I know you won’t, (y/n). You will start Sunday morning to join me for the first service of the day, and then we can go through your task for the upcoming two weeks.”
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“Professor?” Her voice hallowed through the empty church. It was still dark out, an early morning she had struggled to adjust to, and yet her nerves had managed to get her out of bed, finding her way towards these holy halls. Her sneakers met the ground as (y/n) walked up to the altar, letting her fingertips dance over the cold marble, appreciating the grounding sensation she was instantly taken over by.
“You’re early.” Professor Riddle's raspy voice made her jump, she had been too distracted by her surroundings to hear him approach, slowly turning towards him with wide eyes. He was wearing his black signature suit, paired with the white collar she’d see in her darkest moments, making heat pool between her thighs.
(Y/n) clawed her fingernails into her palms to rip herself out of the hazy fog calling for her, needing to stay focused before she could do or say something that would end her internship right there and then.
“I thought you may need some help preparing for the service.” A sickly sweet smile tugged on her lips, forcing his teeth to rot from the mere possibility of tasting her. He took a step towards her, with his hands clamped together behind his back, giving him an extra authoritarian touch. But while her body screamed at her to take a step back, to find shelter behind the altar, her mind murmured to (y/n) to hold still, not daring to give in to his intimidation scheme.
“I certainly appreciate your help, (y/n). I knew it was the right choice to pick you for this internship.” He towered over her, staring down at her with his gaze reminding her of a snake, ready to pounce, to sink its poisonous teeth into her quivering body. At that very moment, she was Eve, tempted by the eternal sin, and he was her downfall. She stood closer to him than ever before, front about to touch his, seeking the warmth he emanated in a place as cold as this church.
“So, what should I do?” (Y/n) needed to get away from him, no longer trusting herself with ignoring the shameless whispers ringing in her ears. But the tall man didn’t back off, he kept watching her with that smirk that told her he knew exactly what she found herself bothered by. A losing game (y/n) had never been destined to win, burning out like a cigarette setting a petrol station ablaze, destined to burn to the ground.
“Why don’t you choose this morning’s prayers?” He reached for the Bible resting on the altar, way too close to her. His front brushed hers as he leaned forward, reaching for the leather-bound book before pushing it into (y/n)’s grasp. Their eyes kept holding contact, even as his hand disappeared inside the pocket of his jacket, pulling free a black rosary. “Oh, before I forget. Here, I want you to have this.”
(Y/n) didn’t get any time to react or to ask questions as he pushed the rosary over her head to let it rest on her chest. His hand kept holding onto the dangling cross, while his eyes flickered back to her confused ones. “They will know you belong to me, wear it whenever you are working here.”
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Her eyes were focused on the bright laptop screen as she was typing away her notes for this day, promising to give them to Professor Riddle before leaving. Even though her thoughts were still all over the place, (y/n) found herself growing more comfortable around the tall man most students were scared of. He treated her kindly, and yet something was hiding behind his words and expressions she couldn’t pinpoint.
“Are you done with your notes?” Professor Riddle’s voice filled his office as he stepped inside. (Y/n) didn’t lift her gaze at first, hastily trying to type the last sentence before she gave in and dared to look at him.
“Just finished, should I print them?” He didn’t reply to her question, eyes fully focused on her upper body, trying to locate the missing rosary. With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) watched him approach, rounding the desk to find his way towards her. (Y/n) struggled to breathe as the scent of his expensive cologne clashed against her frame, forcing her to get lost in his darkening eyes.
“Where is the rosary?” She knew that she had forgotten it at home this very morning, too tired to care about any rules and regulations, but her hand still snapped up to her chest, trying to find the missing piece.
“I’m sorry, I forgot it at home.” He didn’t give in to the soft smile (y/n) shot him, didn’t pick up on the exhaustion dripping from her words, solemnly focused on the way she had gone against his rules. His tongue kissed his teeth before he took a step back and stretched his ringed hand out for her to take. “Where are we going?”
“I wanted to go over this with you tomorrow, but it seems like tonight is the perfect time to do so.” (Y/n) was led out of his office and down the hallway towards the dark nave. They walked up to the confessional, and as he opened one door for her, he shot her a look that made her tremble, letting any protests die on the tip of her tongue.
“Have you ever confessed before, (y/n)?” She was engulfed by darkness, and could barely see her own hands, let alone the man who was sitting close to her, behind the wooden construction keeping them apart. The scent of incense hung in the air, sticking to her like a second layer of skin, a reminder of their sacred surroundings.
“No, professor.” (Y/n) had been addressing him as “Professor” for the past days, not daring to use any other title, let alone his first name. But the second she used this very title to address him, (y/n) could tell that it would be the last time she’d call him that tonight, a shift was happening, something she was now taken over by.
“It’s Priest Riddle to you.” The barely audible gasp clawing through (y/n) left him chuckling, followed by the sound of him shifting around on the bench, making himself comfortable as she grew more tense. “You sinned, you went against my rules. I must punish you for that, (y/n).”
“Punish me?” She hated that his words pushed excitement through her, forcing her to sit even straighter as if he could see her. Her fingertips began to tingle, her legs were quivering, unable to hold still as something she had only dreamt of slowly began to unfold right at that very moment.
“Honesty will be the price of your foolishness, (y/n). I notice the way you look at me, how you seem to long for something you aren’t allowed to even reach for. Tell me, (y/n), what is it you so desperately seem to want?” Embarrassment flushed through her, followed by anger she couldn’t shake. How dare he ask something like this? How dare he try to embarrass her for a simple mistake? She should have left the confessional, stormed out of the church, and reported the man for overstepping. And yet she didn’t, already stuck in the trap he had laid out for her months ago.
“I don’t know.” It was the truth. She didn’t know what she wanted from him if she was merely longing for his touch, or if something even more desperate was guiding her on. She didn’t know if she wanted a simple taste, or to be swallowed wholly by him. She simply didn’t know.
“How far are you willing to go, (y/n)?” Her mouth felt dry, unable to swallow as his words began to sink in. (Y/n) was grateful that he couldn’t see her, the way her pupils were dilated by the lust flushing through her, the goosebumps covering every visible part of her body as if she was engulfed by an icy wind.
“Farther than I should.” A part of her expected him to break the spell they were now connected by, to pull her out of the confessional and scold her for giving in this easily. But the priest didn’t move, and neither did (y/n).
“Spread your legs, I want you to touch yourself like I bet you keep imagining me doing.” With her heart in her throat, (y/n)’s hand disappeared beneath her skirt, slowly pushing her damp panties aside. A soft moan clawed through the student, grateful that the others had left the church hours ago. “Good girl, fuck yourself with your fingers.”
Another moan left (y/n) as she pushed two fingers into her tightness, spreading her walls as if she was preparing herself for his cock, desperate to take every inch. She kept moaning for him, choking on her sounds that grew heavier with every passing moment.
“I can hear how wet you are, I bet you taste so sweet, like the forbidden fruit.” His words guided her on, ringing in her ears as if the Devil was calling for her, wandering through the darkness to reach his open arms, getting lost in his sweet promises. “I should imprint my palm on your skin for going against my rules. You promised you wouldn’t disappoint me, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry.” Her needy whimpers left the priest chuckling, sounds that almost managed to drown out the ones clawing through (y/n).
“I’m sure you are, (y/n). Stop touching yourself.” It pained her to pull her hand away, she had been close to giving in, ready to call out his name as her orgasm clashed through her, seconds before she could have reached paradise. The sounds of Priest Riddle leaving his side of the confessional echoed through the evening, followed by the sounds of him opening her side and stepping into the small space.
She was pulled to her feet and tugged in for a kiss that left her moaning. (Y/n)’s arms found their way around Priest Riddle's neck, trying to pull the tall man even closer as if she were addicted to him. He broke the kiss to turn her around, pressing (y/n)’s front against the wooden wall separating both sides of the confessional. His ringed hands felt cold against her body as he shuffled her skirt up to her waist, letting her panties drop to the ground seconds later.
“I hope you prepared yourself enough for this punishment.” His ringed hand came down on her behind, forcing a yelp out of (y/n) who pressed herself further against the cold wood. Pain stretched itself through her, an unfamiliar kind of pain that made her ache for more. Once again, his palm met her warm skin, knowing that she’d struggle with sitting for the next few days. “I can’t wait to finally fuck you, make you pay for all these times I felt your eyes on me like a needy whore who doesn’t know when to stop.”
(Y/n) couldn’t protest, she couldn’t speak up to beg him for any kindness he wouldn’t offer. Only as she felt him pull away for a moment did (y/n) allow herself to breathe, blinking away the tears that had welled up in her eyes.
“What do you want, (y/n)? And don’t feed me another lie. I want your honesty.” Chills ran down her spine at his dangerous tone, shaking through (y/n) like an earthquake set on ripping her off her feet. She had to deeply inhale, had to heavily swallow before she managed to put her longings into words, needing to break out of his trap.
“I want your cock, fuck me, please, Priest Riddle.” A satisfied hum left the man, followed by the sounds of him ripping open a condom, prepared for his very punishment. It didn’t take long until she felt him at her entrance, slowly pushing into (y/n) with a heavy groan that dripped with need and lust clawing through him.
It felt as if they had been created for his moment only, bodies made to fit.
“I should tell you to never sin again, to stay true to your promises. But you’ve turned me into a sinner as well, no promise could keep me from you any longer.” His words left her gasping, walls clenching around this twitching cock. He fucked her with urgency, set on proving to (y/n) and to himself that she was his, his to guide, his to punish.
“You take my cock so well, I bet you dreamt of being fucked by me in a holy place, didn’t you?” His warm breath clashed against her tingling skin as he spoke his words, drawing a heavy sob out of (y/n) as she lost her grip on their surroundings. Tom’s hand moved like a snake, slithering back up to her throat to hold onto her, letting go of a raspy, “Speak when I ask you to.”
“Yes, I did. I dreamt of it.” It was a simple reply, yet it was just enough to make the priest hum in approval. He twitched inside of her as he could tell that they both were ready to let go with their hearts pounding and their limbs aching. (Y/n) struggled to breathe on as he tightened his grip on her throat, forcing her head to rest against his broad chest. The priest stared down at (y/n), her lighthouse in the darkest nights, the burning bush to rely on. An anchor of safety.
“Let go, (y/n), be honest once again.” She came with a gasp, with her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted. A sight so ethereal, the priest followed her moments later, letting his teeth graze his lower lip to draw some blood. He pulled out of her all too quickly, to turn her back towards him with his bloody lip finding hers, “Now you’re truly mine, bound my blood.”
And who was she to deny a sinner a wish this pure? At least it was on them to pray for Satan that night, since God no longer would pick up on their calls.
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Started relistening to the early episodes. Forgot how fun the show was, honestly.
#but god it's actually been a while since I drew a human#loved the lineart but I feel like I lost it a little in the coloring stage#but wanted a character design for Cecil that reflected the whole ''editorials'' that's bitching about his brother in law's PTA contribution#big cardigan energy#it may be a desert town but a lot of the time you need a sweater for work anyway#because workplaces always crank the ac#wtnv#cecil gershwin palmer#welcome to nightvale#wanted something where he was a little more middle aged and kinda all middle sliders#since that was the only physical description I ever remember him getting#and hoping the slight blur is a tumblr preview thing and it hasn't screwed the image quality#my art#traditional art#alcohol markers
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#eden draws#oc mira#oc drew#oc mother#i look at the name drew and im like really? thats what i went with? havent decided on anything better yet tho!#anyways say hi to mama and drew. drew is miras twin and mother is their mother#she probably has an actual name but if you are a huge future seeing god sphinx thing i dont think names mean all that much#she has a more human form its just been a while since ive drawn that and i wanna change shit about it so sketchy true form it is
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outlander
Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia.
Summary: In every land you travel to, there's a god with elemental powers. But why is it that in every nation you arrive to, the gods attempt to make you stay?
Note: Why has no one done a genshin x twst thing? This is more of a concept idea than anything else. I might do a series with it, or not, or just random posts. Feel free to ask about it or request stuff for it.
This must be a dream, either that or a never-ending nightmare.
Waking up alone on a sandy beach, as if washed ashore, was disorientating. There was nothing else on the shore save for shells and the occasional crab, no debris indicating a wreck and no scattered belongings. All you had on you were the clothes on your back, which were a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, your pajamas.
In the center of your palms, was a marking you had never seen before, like a freshly painted tattoo in the shape of a tiny key. As curious as the strange new markings were and you wondered how they even got there, there was a larger question looming:
How did you get here?
GRIM
There was a cat on the beach. At least, it looked like a cat. A talking feline, with gray fur and the most impossible feature of blue fire lightly simmering in his ears.
It spoke, just like a human, with a grating high-pitched voice. It was a devilish little beast, with little fangs sharper than his comebacks that he supposed were funny.
The feline pridefully announced his name: Grim.
And when you told Grim your story of how you woke up by the water's edge with no recollection of how you got here and little to your name, the creature didn't appear to care. However, when he spoke of elements being used by people and names of nations and cruel living gods you never once heard of, only then was he very vaguely intrigued. Perhaps it was amusement, as he laughed and called you stupid for not even knowing of The Seven.
That's when you heard a growl, not from behind his fangs but from his stomach. If you looked at him from the right angle, he looked quite scrawny. The poor thing was hungry, you realized.
All it took was an offering of cans of tuna found in an empty cabin nearby, and you had him in your grasp. Following you around was only temporary, he insisted, he'd go along so long as there was food. While a talking cat was not the most conventional of guides, it was better than nothing, especially since he knew basic knowledge of each nation and where the nearest sign of civilization was located.
HEARTSLABYUL
Through the winding dark woods where mysterious creatures lurked in hollow trees and dead end paths, were meadows of flowers and peaceful grooves. However, don't let the tranquillity of nature fool you. In the distance were mountains– not actually mountains, but volcanoes and hot sprints along this land's border.
It's been said that the very millions of roses and other greenery in this land, was formed when ash rained down on dry barren earth for nearly a month. Ash from those very dormant volcanoes that were the backdrop to this perfect scenery, which came in huge black clouds thousands of years ago and blanketed the earth.
A god, an archon, the deity of law that rained hell on earth over thousands of years ago.
Long ago this land was a country of criminals ruled by a god of chaos that reveled in havoc and disorder. Among the mayhem, was a small deity of fire with mighty powers and a vision for a future he was determined to see. Riddle, is what the deity was called.
Riddle gained a number of followers to listen to his words, and he created order. A small feat compared to the many wicked still running about in a lawless land ruled by a god that valued anarchy. So, using newfound strength, the deity of fire drew forth molten lava from the mouths of the northern volcanos, burning all those in its path while the deadly plumes of smoke and ash suffocated those that remained. Atop the remains of the destroyed towns and cities, he built a new nation of order for his loyal followers.
Today, it is a thriving nation filled with flowers and greenery. However, there is one issue. The god of pyro, Riddle, is a tyrant. Every law is expected to be followed without question and without fail, beheadings have become nearly a daily occurrence with the criminals often being charged with mistakingly picking flowers on Wednesdays, drinking the wrong sort of tea post-meals, or playing croquet after five pm.
You were fortunate to be spared after your audience with the god of law, for breaking the rule: one must never bring a cat to a formal affair. Before he could burn you were you stood, you interjected, answering that your companion was no cat, so you had broken no rule.
Well, he promptly apologized for the misunderstanding and in turn, offered to make up for it by inviting you to a tea party. It would be best to except his invitation, afterall, he was the same deity that buried nearly an entire country in lava and ash, then built his kingdom atop their remains. He was a tyrant that beheaded and burned people on the daily. It was wise not to get on his bad side. Besides, he appears to have taken a fancy for you. Riddle implores that you tell him more of your world while you ignore the whispers of rebellion.
There is no leaving Heartslabyul, not without the explicit permission from the god of law. The borders with their volcanoes burn any would-be invaders, allowing passage only to merchants and travelers who have received the pyro deity's blessing. Why would Riddle ever give you his blessing to see you go?
SAVANACLAW
Across the volcanoes and hot springs of the borders, the mountains turn green with dense jungles. Across the river lies the savanna where the world's most wondrous creatures run free. Times have been turbulent, the shaking ground was evidence of troubles with this nation's divine beings, or rather, now single divine being.
Earthquakes have always been a sign of something occurring either for a purpose or unintentionally by someone else. The harsher the quake, the greater the importance of the event. And not too long ago, a ginormous tremor shook the entire globe. Something of major importance had happened.
A god, an archon, the deity of intellect was the new sovereign after tragedy befell his elder brother.
In the past the land was under the protection of the god of strength, a mighty god worshipped by his people. This god had a young heir who was also beloved by the people. However, most forgot or completely disliked the younger brother of the god of strength, a deity of ground, Leona, who had a burning hated for his brother.
Leona amassed followers of his own in secret. It came as no surprise that the common and the wealthy adored the exalted god of strength. However, the poor detested him, because he offered no help to them, no matter how much they prayed and offered what little they had to his alter. Instead, their prayers for mercy and for a change in luck, were answered by the deity of ground. The change of luck came from the death of the former god and his son, paving the way for a new sovereign.
Today, there is uncertainty in the street. Many of the former worshippers of the god of strength believe in one thing. The god of geo, Leona, is unfit to rule. The poor and mistreated have emerged from hiding places in the shadows, filled with newfound confidence for their was finally a god that answered their prayers. However, there remains a growing tension between both factions. Followers of the new god sing his praises, while followers who mourn for his brother believe that everything is falling into disarray.
You were promptly introduced to the god of intellect by his followers that wished to spread the good word. There was something wrong, you and your companion both agreed. How could a powerful god of strength and his young heir just perish without warning? Something was amiss.
This was just a new follower, at least in his eyes. So he brushed you off, allowing you to partake in the best food and drink only his followers had the privilege of receiving. Testing your luck, you decided you would ask him if he knew of a way home. For now you filled him in, explaining your origins and recent adventures. For such a conniving and arrogant leader, he was surprisingly lax. It even appeared as if he wasn't even listening to your words, just dozing off on some pillows. Your words were at least more interesting to him than the rumors of possible unrest.
Perhaps he does know a way for you to return home, but he doesn't want to tell you. It's as simple as that. He likes the new follower, you. Besides, you're not going. There is always the option of traveling further, but why do so when the geo deity has what you need? Leona greatly loathes betrayal from his own worshippers, so you wouldn't leave Savanaclaw to see another god, would you?
OCTAVINELLE
In the seas dwell creatures of unimaginable horrors living deep within the watery depths, across the ocean over turbulent waves there are islands of paradise. The chain of islands composed warm southern beaches and cold northern snowlands. This may be paradise, but a toll must be paid to even get near the islands.
A tax is applied to all arriving merchants wishing to trade and tourists wishing to step foot on the island. It doesn't make much sense, until you see their towns and cities bursting with trade. Business was booming, apparently. The water is clear and pristine, you could see the vibrant coral reefs and schools of fish swimming below.
A god, an archon, the deity of contracts once came from these very waters when there was no land.
Thousands of years ago there was nothing but ocean out this far away from the mainland. That is, until a deity of water appeared from the depths. He promised a new nation to traveling merchants, so long as they worshipped him. The deity introduced himself as Azul.
Azul had grown bored of the dull happenings under the sea, for he had achieved most things beneath the waves. The ocean could not satisfy his endless greed. He had his sights set on higher elevation, with the lofty goal of being just as powerful on land as he was in the ocean. He moved waves, creating tsunamis outward but revealing islands once hidden by water. The merchants took to land and fulfilled their end of the deal, worshipping him while creating a prosperous nation of deals.
In present day, hardly anyplace can compare to the thriving hub the nation has become. However, loyal followers have begun to see his greed. The god of hydro, Azul, is a charlatan. The ocean in all its vastness was not enough to satisfy his desires, it was why he took to land. For the promise of fulfilling prayers, something always must be given in turn or the worshippers must risk going on a quest. But, it is not always as it seems. One way or another, a prayer asking for something will end in the worshipper becoming in debt to him.
In exchange for an answer to the continued question of how to return home, you have nothing to offer for payment except for ideas. Home was modern, this world was not yet on par with the technology you knew. So you offer ideas of inventions, a device to capture an image in time, a mechanism like a box with wheels, a tool to contact someone miles away.
He believes you're quite bright, you think it false flattery to deceive you but you would be wrong. Your ideas are truly brilliant, and will no doubt earn him more millions and influence in other nations on the mainland! Best to take the compliment with a smile, or else this swindler may find a way to trap you in debt. Azul insists you tell him more of your home and your lucrative ideas. Here, a contract, where he shall sell your ideas as goods and you shall reap the rewards! Whatever hearsay you've heard painting him in a bad light, is defamation! Don't fall for it so easily.
Sailing away from Octavinelle would just be a fool's quest. Unless you can escape on a boat that can weather the harshest of sea storms, there is no stepping foot off the island without the risk of drowning. Don't you have more profitable ideas to share with the hydro deity? If not, just listening to your voice would make Azul content than all the gold in the world could.
SCARABIA
Rolling sand dunes stretch as far as the eye could see, and rocky canyons border a savanna. Sandstorms fill the skies like a dark cloud, covering the dry hot land in a new layer of sand once again. Struggle through the scorching days and blistering cold nights, and there will be an oasis in the center between large flowing rivers.
Life follows the flowing waters, and an enormous oasis is planted in the center of the desert. For miles and miles along the banks, are blooming cities and towns. A great contrast to the desert outside, these settlements are overflowing with water, with the greenest gardens and greatest crops.
A god, an archon, the deity of commerce that gave life to a once barren land.
Thousands of years ago, a terrible famine struck the land. All remaining oasis had shriveled up, leading to starvation. A kind-hearted deity of earth took pity on the people. So he decided to extend a helping hand. People would call the deity Kalim.
Kalim used his abilities to create a lush environment, a vast and incredibly rich oasis out of sand in the middle of the desert. When he walked, grass and flowers sprouted from the sand. In days, he managed to create a garden of tremendous size and design, where his new followers could live in peace and luxury by the rivers. Towns and cities were developed, giving way to a grand nation where he resided in comfort and extravagance, surrounded by people that adored him.
Now there is a grand metropolis where there is just as much gold in the markets as there are flowers. The god of dendro, Kalim, is naive. For thousands of years he has been sheltered and treasured by his people. He is oblivious and clumsy, but at the same time he is not foolish. He knows of the people that have attempted to use his abilities for sinister purposes. Although, no one could guess a conniving being plotting against him, resides in his very own palace.
Exciting adventures and thrilling tales, the god of commerce loves to hear your stories of the outside world! First time foreigners are welcomed with open arms, but you are treated as a rare guest with your unique origin. This might just be the most peaceful land you had ever traveled to.
Come, partake in the celebrations! It's easy to forget that such a laidback and cheerful personality belongs to that of a deity that gave life to this region of the desert. Dance, chat, he wishes to do it all with you! The brightness of the fireworks and lively atmosphere is nearly enough to drown out the presence in the shadows you see from the corner of your eyes. A figure with a piercing gaze, watching the jolly divine being with envy in their eyes. With a power as tempting as his, there would be those wishing to snatch it. Kalim distracts you, offering more food and drink with a smile sweeter than any flower.
Why would anyone ever wish to leave this garden that was Scarabia? The outside, the desert and canyons, were harsh and unforgiving. The god of commerce did not wish to see you risk traveling and getting hurt. The dendro deity invites you to stay in the city! Surely you could be happy here with Kalim, right?
POMEFIORE
On elevated lands, between mountains and hills, were endless forests in which travelers often vanished in or were discovered frozen. A winter wonderland, although this wasn't so delightful. It was beautiful, but a deadly kind of beautiful, where you risked being chased by mysterious beasts or becoming lost in blizzards.
The snow may be pure, it may look picturesque upon frozen lakes and lines of white trees, but looks are deceiving. This was once a serene land with a temperate climate, but it has only gotten colder and colder in more recent months until there was not a single spot of green to be seen.
A god, an archon, the deity of curses who was so bitter like the cold that he caused snow to fall all year round.
Stories have told that the land was once warm in springs and summers, only growing cold whenever the divine being was cross. They were frighteningly beautiful and terrifyingly powerful, regal as royalty but at times wrathful. Vil, is what the deity was referred to.
Vil became envious of an emerging figure, so he invoked powerful blizzards and storms. In recent generations, there have been a growing number of his people breaking off into a separate faction that worshipped a younger compassionate god of healing. Enraged by the betrayal of some followers and resentful with biting jealously, many knew that it was only a matter of time before he would snap. This frightening divine being would not accept being dethroned, he would not allow himself to be demoted in the people's hearts.
Civilization continued to thrive, even despite the never-ending snow. And yet, people cannot help but worry what may happen if the cold doesn't let up by spring. The god of cryo, Vil, was pretentious. Anyone who openly voices their distaste for him or a preference for the god of healing, can expect to be encased in ice and used as a display. No one dares to even utter the name of his rival, for fear of incurring his wrath.
Misfortune brought you before the god of curses' throne. Mistakingly his followers had believed you to be worshippers of the god of healing, which you insisted not to know of. You had simply been lost. Maybe it was your gawking at his ethereal appearance, or the compliment you murmured under your breath, but you were not frozen a punishment.
He decided to interrogate you himself, and through his stern questioning you found yourself a nervous mess as you answered honestly but blabbered far too much. Maybe this deity was amused, much like a king would find humor in a pathetic little jester. The divinity that froze nonbelievers into statues for his palace, found you quite endearing. Vil even once smiled at you when you spoke of inconsequential things, warming his heart to which the clouds carrying snow broke apart if for a moment, causing his followers to go into a frenzy fueled by hope.
When leaving Pomefiore is so much as even mentioned, all exits will be frozen shut by the god of curses. Why even venture outside the palace, when you have earned the favor of the cryo deity? Perhaps the land is warmer, but the neighboring nation is dangerous and he forbids the journey. Why would anyone leave after finally melting Vil's icy cold heart?
IGNIHYDE
A forest of dead trees serves as an ominous welcome, or perhaps it was an omen warning incoming travelers. Slopes gave way to valleys, and along the coasts was a heavy mist that painted the vision gray. Homes and buildings, magnificent temples and crumbling feats of architecture, appeared to be floating in white clouds, but in reality they were situated on cliffsides thick with fog.
In the center of the dying forest, there are ruins of a grand temple once belonging to a god that met a tragic end. However, its remnants are closely guarded by mysterious creatures of air that cannot be touched. Legends say the temple was once a place of worship for a fledgling god related to the main god the nation worships today.
A god, an archon, the deity of innovation that has never once shown his face to the public.
Thousands of years ago, a pair of divine beings appeared. They went largely unnoticed for many years, until their brilliant inventions brought awe to those around them, attracting worshippers and diminishing the power of other local gods. The one remaining brother from this pair, is a deity known as Idia.
Idia created wondrous inventions, unintentionally forming a nation of inventors in the process. Withdrawn, dark, and silent, he is quite the unconventional god and yet he begrudgingly rules nonetheless. As reserved as he may be, he is feared among divinity. All lesser gods aiming for his spot are quickly wiped out by his inventions, without him so much as lifting a finger and using his own abilities. They're reduced to mere memories, as nothing is left of them. In times of old, it was once believed that he was a harbinger of death.
On decent days, the sun may shine on the coast, but most days there are heavy clouds and fog. The god of anemo, Idia, is an enigma. Most think him a ghost, for never appearing and for his abilities. The highest families, the most brilliant inventors, even other divine beings may request an audience, but he will never show. No one has ever seen him, all that's known is he is a figure shrouded in black robes like a grim reaper. There are others who believe there are double, because two figures have been spotted once.
You become the first to see his face purely by accident. It seemed he was just as startled of you, as you were of him. Thankfully, you were not going to be blown off the face of the planet by hurricane-level winds. No other god would help, in fact, they wished to keep you here. So you had to turn to him for assistance in finding a way home.
It was only by promising that he could pet Grim, a deal to which the feline disagreed to, did the god reluctantly hear you out. After your explanation, he scoffed as if looking at a simple equation like 2 + 2. Of course he knew the answer, but he wouldn't give out the assistance you needed. The deal was to hear you out, not help you out. He'd become quite bold in the private conversation, a sharp contrast to his previous anxious demeanor. There was no arguing against he who could slaughter gods with a snap of his fingers. Although you aren't as intolerable as other mortals, this he admits.
Departing from Ignihyde is highly unlikely, given how dense the fog is. You cannot even see the ground you're walking on. While, yes, the anemo deity hasn't assisted you, he will, eventually, probably, maybe... You're the first mortal Idia has ever asked to stay, so why would you turn your back to him?
DIASOMNIA
A wall of impenetrable thorns stands in the way, magically opening and creating a clear-cut path through dense forbidding forests lively with critters. The thorn walls close, effectively trapping you. There was something different. It was unlike all the previous nations, the very air itself felt off. With every step deeper into these whimsical woods, it felt as if you were not alone.
Once upon a time, there was a dragon. No one knows how long the dragon has been alive, only that even the oldest tales say he was already ancient way back when. Valleys were shaped by his claws, the rivers from his tail, rare ore came from his fallen scales buried in the earth, the tallest mountains were but small hills to him.
A god, an archon, the deity of dreams is by far the most powerful and most ancient of all divinity in the world.
Peace was his personal preference, as he enjoyed new company which he never truly received due to his fearsome reputation. However, when other divinity sought out his destruction and his home, the deity of electricity raged. Destruction was left in his wake across the entire globe, and everyone came to know the name Malleus.
Malleus commanded thorns to be raised like walls protecting his home, and constant violent storms to ward off anyone threatening to cause trouble. For hundreds of years, no foreigner was allowed to step foot within the nation's boundaries. Anyone that tried would quickly be reduced to ash, and just a number added to the untold amount he's slayed in order to protect himself and his territory. Kind he may be to his own, but to foes he is merciless. With his black horns and piercing eyes, some refer to him as a devil incarnate.
A land unseen by outlanders, it's peaceful and magical in it's beauty. However, it seems that while your presence may be surprising, it is not a shock. You're taken by knights in gray and black, escorted away. The god of electro, Malleus, has invited you to his castle. There is astonishment and disbelief in people's eyes, a foreigner alive and well. Most like you would have been reduced to particles before they could even step foot past the thorns.
Much to your horror, or relief, once you're brought to the god of dreams, he seems delighted to have you here. It seems your presence was expected, as all he said was, "So you've finally come to see me, hm? I was beginning to grow concerned that perhaps I would have been left out of your list of destinations."
This was the last option, the only one you could turn to in finding a way home. Surely, the most ancient and powerful deity would hold the answer and assist you, since he had been so kind as to allow you inside his nation. Although as welcoming as he may be, you must remember that despite his fang-toothed smile and the twinkle in his eyes, this man– no, god, was archaic and all-powerful. He must have killed more people than you will ever know, wiped out whole armies and flattened entire nations. Malleus tilts his head at you, requesting that you recount your tale, with every minute detail.
This will be the end, there will be no escaping Diasomnia. Of course, you shall not know until later. For now, the god of dreams delights in your stories. You were the first guest he's had in thousands of years, and one of the few who did not wish to slay the legendary dragon that was the electro deity. Malleus knows what you desire, he has seen it in your dreams. However, he will not be kind and grant you what you sought. If he did, then what he desired would then vanish: you.
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vox x reader ; please?
Nobody really understood how it happened— it just did one day.
You ended up really hitting it off with the man of Voxtech himself; and wow lookathat, you’re dating him now.
It wasn’t unusual to be waking up in his bed, either. But what something Vox wasn’t used to, was a sunshine personality like yours. Of course you have your devilish charms still, as thats what drew him into you to begin with. But, the small appreciations you had for just about everything? It was weird, right? For a sinner in hell, it was marked as a rare occurrence to see someone like you.
( Other than the Princess of Hell, though she was much more over the top than you were. )
As your eyes opened, surroundings gaining a much clearer focus, you let out a tired little sigh.
There’s a soft buzzing beside you, where Vox was passed out in a deep sleep. It was such a nice state to see him in. Calm, not stressed out and dealing with everyone’s chaotic bullshit.
Honestly, it was nice being awake before everyone else. You could just take in the small beauties of silence before everything got obnoxious.
Your eyes flicker over to the windows, and see a bright neon sign with arrows pointing downward towards its front door.
A brand new building had just opened up, and it was a place you’ve been waiting to check out for a while now. Honestly, you couldn’t contain the excitement. It seemed like it took forever to finish, as most demons tried to overrun it while it was still in a vulnerable state.
With a little gasp, your hand falls to vox’s shoulder, and shake it lightly. “Oh my god, Vox, wake up!”
A static noise enters the air, as a small groan of annoyance leaves the tv screen. “What—”
You smirk, leaning over his shoulder to view his annoyance. “It’s finally open~ we gotta go!”
He heaves out a heavy sigh, turning to lay on his back with a dull, tired expression. “Y/N,”
“Please?” The little pout you made usually got him to do what you wanted, but this time it didn’t. He looked tired and visibly annoyed. Honestly, fair. You did kinda just wake him up in one of the worst ways possible.
“Can you at least let me wake up a little, first?” His lopsided smile made your heart flutter. Fuck, he was just so cute no matter what.
“Okay, fine. Just don’t fall back to sleep.” You fully sit up, crawling over his figure, and hoping to avoid stepping on any part of him in the process of getting off the bed. Standing to your feet on the floor, he **almost** chuckles. “What the hell even is the place you wanna go to, anyway?” His one eye widens out of curiosity over at you.
You roll your eyes, annoyed that he never usually remembered the little things. “The first like, ever, plant shop in hell. Somebody actually got things to grow down here,” you inform, taking a step in front of the mirror. “I think they used, like, human world magic or something.”
Vox sat up, stretching his neck and letting out a little groan. “Since when can anybody just get access to earth?”
You deadpan him briefly, “Does it even matter? I need one.”
He shakes his head, sitting up.
“I don’t know how you can be this happy so early in the morning.” He smiled at you. Holy shit, he actually smiled at how stupid your little obsession with this place was.
“Did— did you just smile~?” You decide to point it out, a smirk curling up to your features.
His eyes widened, body slightly startled at your reaction to him. “What?”
You inch closer to him, a brighter look of excitement as he stares at you in curiosity. “Oh my god you did! I saw you, so there’s no denying it.”
Vox takes on the tv effect to his tone as he looks up at you. “Alright, alright.” He then stands, and you notice how he slightly towers over your idling frame. “Only you can convince me to do shit I normally wouldn’t do.” His screen looks away with an almost embarrassment to it.
Your arms gently slip around his waist, causing him to tense up, arms raising.
“Thank you.” You smirk up at him. It didn’t take much to get him wrapped around your finger.
Vox sighs, lowering his arms, and slinking a hand around your waist. He gently guides you forward into his figure. His little smile comes back, and for a moment, you can actually feel him soften his outer shell with you. “Anything for you, my dear.”
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I’m so sorry my writing hasn’t been up to par lately lmao 🥲 Not loving this one rn
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Emily Prentiss(chief or not cheif) X Fem!Reader have been secretly married for several years, (if emily is cheif they’ve been dating since she was an agent and then married when she was a cheif and if not obviously the opposite). No ike knows or expects emily to be in a relationship because she doesn’t say anything until one day she forgets her badge and lunch at home so her wife brings her stuff and the whole place is shocked ? bonus if tara or someone flirts with her
a/n: ooh, I love me some secret relationship trope! Unfortunately, I'm still only on season 5/6 of Criminal Minds, so I just kept Emily as an Agent and not as Chief, if that's alright (Tara is in it, though ;)). I hope you like this, anon!
— ❝ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴀᴍ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ. Mʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ʟɪfᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏfɪʟᴇ.❞ —
-Jennifer Jareau
Emily Prentiss was a private person. She prided herself in it.
I mean try it, hiding something from an entire office of educated professionals in degrees on how to read the most subtle shifts in a persons behavior and building a view based on that information.
Of course, let’s not forget, there’s the general rule, or rather, interdict, of profiling the other members of your team. But sometimes, you can’t help yourself.
Emily had noticed it in herself more times than she would like to admit.
Sometimes, it happened as easy as breathing, a natural trail of thought that let loose when she caught on about something or the people around her. She tried to undermine it as quickly as possible whenever she realized she was doing it, though.
It’s not the fact that she didn’t trust them.
No, that was never the thing, those people were like her second family. Or her first even, maybe.
But after spending almost every waking hour of the past years of her life around them, there were some things that she would rather keep for herself.
Leave them be in their own bubble that was just ‘Emily Prentiss’.
And when she talked about ‘things’, then she was actually talking about you.
The team could find out about her pregnancy, about her resentment towards the church. They could know that she had a phase at fourteen where she liked licorice and hasn’t been able to eat it since those dreadful seven months, or that she still hated her father for being emotionally unavailable and leaving her to deal with her mother on her own; they could know that.
But they couldn’t know about you. Never you.
This is wasn’t an issue of trust, again.
Trust was never in the mix when she made the decision, every morning before work, to lay off her wedding ring and keep it safe on a small chain in her back pocket.
But you were her safe place. A rock, a tow, something for her to hold on to, the only thing that was in no way connected to her work place.
Emily loved you, she did so much, and she’d known it after the first time she saw you smile, and accepted it during the first time she kissed you.
And hiding you, keeping you safe from all of this, was her way of shedding off the horrors and traumas of her job when she came home at night, completely tune out whatever she had experienced mere hours before, and dive back into you.
Your shared house, shared bed, shared sheets, shared kitchen, shared table.
Not talking about you, or even admitting you existed, while she worked and saw the worst sides of what humanity had to offer, drew a distinct line between her life with you and the life she led at work.
Call it a personal protective shield.
So, no, she would never, ever tell them.
“No. For God’s - No.”
Which is why, when Emily Prentiss walked into the bureau that morning, and realized her credentials weren’t in their designated pocket, and also her bag was empty of her lunch box, she knew that she was doomed.
Emily knew about your caring side. The loving, mothering, always everyone's shoulder to cry on-side.
Hell, if she was being honest, it was one of the reasons she started falling so hard for you so easily.
In that moment, though? God, how she wished she would have chosen a narcissist.
(Not literally, though. She'd profiled guys like that before. They really weren't wife- or husband material.)
You had just been on your way out of the house when you had seen your wife's dark lunch box still residing on the counter top where you had prepared it for her an hour ago.
After a quick look at the time on your phone screen, you had short-handedly decided to slightly delay your trip to the pharmacy for some mundane refills, and drop by Emily's office to bring her her lunch.
After all, you knew how busy she could get, and how her focused state had the power to drown out every other basic need her body had.
If you wouldn't make lunch for her, she wouldn't have the time, or the head, to think of buying something for herself, you knew that.
One would think that was clear after almost an entire year of marriage.
The thought alone brought a smile to your face.
You grabbed your car key off the counter and hurried your way out the door, closed it behind you, halted for a moment - and slowly backed up inside again.
You eyed the black case next to the key bowl suspiciously.
"That wasn't there yesterday," You muttered to yourself.
Cautiously, because when your wife worked in the FBI, anything was possible, you reached for the leather-bound case and drew it closer to you.
When you opened it, the tension immediately left your shoulders. You shook your head sighing at the sight of your wife's passport picture and the huge, dark blue letters FBI showing themselves to you.
"Oh, Emily, what am I gonna do with you?"
When you left the house then, it was final.
Hopefully.
"What's up with you, you seem stressed out?"
Emily did her best not to flinch in her already tense state when JJ came up next to her.
She managed her best, reassuring smile and pressed her sweating palms into the side of her jeans.
"Oh, it's nothing," She lied. "Just thought I lost something."
JJ raised an eyebrow. "Alright," She muttered. "If you say so."
Then, she crashed a light brown paper file into Emily's chest.
"This just came in from El Paso, three homicides so far. I'll inform the rest of the team and we'll meet in the briefing room in ten."
Emily couldn't do more than nod, and just managed to grab the file before it slipped to the floor when JJ left.
She wasn't usually like this. She was good at keeping her head in the game.
But right now, the fact that her credentials were missing wasn't exactly stressing her out, because she knew that you would bring them to her as soon as you realized that she had forgotten them at home.
Emily was stressed out because she knew you would bring them to her.
What she didn't know, was, however she should act and how the team would possibly take it.
The elevator you entered took a tremendous amount of time to realize which floor you wanted to go to, and even longer to slide the doors closed and jerking to a start.
You would think that in an official federal office building, the mechanics could be more advanced.
Then again, counting the many times Emily complained about the budget allocation of the bureau when she tought you weren't listening, maybe you shouldn't be all that surprised.
The doors slid closed when the thought suddenly hit you.
You were about to enter your wife's office. Which you had never been to, not once in your life and only knew the address of because goddamn, was it hard to miss.
The building that was probably the only thing that Emily had wanted to keep you out of for as long as she could.
And you came here for a lunch box.
Emily knew you knew. You had talked to her about it, she had answered your questions on why she always got fussy when you asked her how you could finally meet her team, and you had understood, every time, but this?
She couldn't just ask you to actively lie about your relationship in front of most of - all of - her friends, could she?
The last time she had checked your location, it had already shown you in close vacinity to the BAU building. She could figure what was ahead.
Was she about to deny a relationship?
“Can I help you?”
This office had way too many doors, in your opinion, and way too few signs telling you where to find what.
The greeting voice made you look up, and you automatically shifted into your politeness to strangers-mode, upon seeing a woman come up to you, wearing a two-piece and her hair in loose curls.
A very pretty woman, you had to admit.
"My name's Tara Lewis," She introduced herself, "Who are you looking for, sweetheart?"
You quickly waved her off. “Oh, I don’t work here.”
Tara tipped her head, eyes not so subtly shifting up and down your appearance.
“I figured as much, I would have remembered a face like yours.”
You managed an awkward laugh.
Emily had once, in good fun, told you you were easily caught off guard by people showing genuine interest in you all of a sudden.
You hated when she was right.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Just over Tara Lewis' shoulder, you were suddenly able to spot the dark hair that indicated Emily Prentiss approaching from behind her.
You nodded in her direction in recognition, as she came to a halt next to Tara Lewis.
"I'm a friend of Emily's," You lied, and by God, you did it so neatly, Emily was questioning if she had maybe already dragged you down without realizing.
"She texted me that she forgot her lunch and her badge, and since we're close to each other, she asked me to get it for her."
That polite smile was still present on your face, and your voice pitched slightly higher than usual.
You threw Emily small looks in-between, unspotted by the usual eye, but she noticed them.
You were telling her to go along, to play the game, string it all a bit further until it turned into a web that could either wrap around and suffocate her, or catch her when she stumbled.
And she probably should.
Because you made it easy. You had made it so easy for her, laid it out like a red carpet for her to walk on, the lie, that could keep her sanctuary safe-
"I'm married."
In the midst of talking to Tara, your words died in your throat and your mouth stopped, hanging open.
Tara herself whipped her head around so fast, it was a question if she was breaking her neck, eyes ripped wide open in complete and utter schock.
It was quiet. In-between the three of you, a needle dropping would have echoed like the loudest drum.
"Say what now?" Tara didn’t take her eyes off Emily for a moment.
Slowly, movement seemed to re-enter your muscles and your eyes widened at the absolute extent of what had just happened.
"What are you doing?" You hushed at Emily.
Your wife's gaze - who you loved dearly, but in situations like these, could just hold by the shoulders and shake, shake, shake - tumbled between you and her co-worker, and you could almost decipher the exact moment she graciously invited the 'fuck it'-attitude.
Emily's shoulders dropped.
"I'm married," She repeated. Calm, collected, and slow.
All of the things you were totally not feeling right now.
"This is Y/N." Emily stepped next to you and held you gently by your wrist. "My wife."
And if the English Dictionary had demonstrating pictures next to each word, Tara Lewis' face right now would be pinned under 'bafflement'.
It took a moment, actually it took a few, for the Doctor to collect herself again.
She straightened her shoulders, cleared her throat, and shook herself out, as if to remove any unnecessary consideration that kept her from thinking clearly.
"Who knows about this?" It was her first question.
Where your shoulders were ever so slightly touching, you could feel Emily's body stay tense.
"Not really anyone," She admitted.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
Emily shook her head. "Y/N is my personal life," She cleared. "I spend almost every awake minute with you people. I wanted something to myself."
As subtly as you could, you leaned your body the slightest bit closer to her. It wasn't visible to the lazy eye, but Emily could feel it.
She squeezed your wrist.
You were comfort to her.
Tara's eyes flew between the two of you, contemplating, observing.
Then, from one moment to another, her lips broke into a blinding grin.
"A wife," She repeated. Emily ripped her eyes open to interpret her friend that she should keep her voice down.
"Good for you," Tara smiled.
Emily visibly relaxed. A breath she had been holding escaped her lungs soundly.
"Let's just be clear," She told Tara, "This is still my thing." She gestured to you. "My marriage is still my thing. I don't need the entire team on me like vultures, profiling my love life like they do everything else."
Tara nodded earnestly. Her small curls were bumping up and down. She pulled her fingers across her lips and pretented to turn a key in the corner of her mouth.
"My lips are sealed." She threw the imaginary key far, far behind the office desks. "Lovergirl."
Emily ignored her and turned to you.
Your fingers lingered around hers in the movement.
"Thank you," She breathed out quietly. A soft smile played around your lips as you looked into her eyes, recognizing that specific gentleness that you knew she only gifted you with.
"Anytime."
You placed her lunch box in her hands. "It's rice with some peas and corn." Emily smiled. "You're the best."
"And, before I forget-" You pulled out the badge from your bag, but instead of giving it to Emily directly, you opened her suit jacket and found the inner pocket, safely storing the credentials where you knew she kept them every day.
You smoothed out the jacket when you were done.
"There you go."
Emily didn't even know what to say. That warm feeling, that she felt in her entire body every time she looked at you, realized who you were and who you were to her, it made itself known in this moment right now.
Right here, in the middle of her workspace.
And with all the horrors she'd see, it was probably the most content she had felt in this place in a while.
"You are so amazing." The words didn't come close to what she was feeling.
But the way your eyebrows loosened, and your lips slightly parted, she knew you understood.
"This is so sweet, and I hate to be that person, but Prentiss, we have a case to get to."
Emily cleared her throat, being ripped from whatever that moment had been, and reminded on what ground she was standing right now.
"Right," She said. She opened her arms and leaned in to pull you into a hug.
A hug, not a kiss on the cheek.
She wasn't that far yet.
"It's okay." The feeling of your breathed words tickled near her ear. "I understand."
Emily squeezed you a bit tighter.
"Get home safe."
You slowly broke away from the embrace.
"I will," You promised.
Tara mouthed a quick 'I'm so sorry' in your direction. You laughed and waved her a goodbye, before you headed for the elavator again, and she got on her way to follow after Emily, who had already made her way to where JJ had ordered them a few minutes ago.
Tara endured until the top step.
"Oh.my.God. I can't believe it!" She almost squealed as they made their way next to each other to the briefing room.
"Look at us, sharing secrets now. Ah." She shook out her shoulders. "I feel like this is a pyjama party in junior year all over again. Amazing."
Emily couldn't do anything else than grin at Tara's antics.
Suddenly, her pocket vibrated with a short tune, and Emily pulled out her phone to check her display.
It was a message from you. Emily smiled softly as she read it.
Have a good day, my sun. Will hopefully see you tonight<3
"A message from boo?" Tara mocked, and tried to peak over Emily's shoulder.
Emily quickly shut off the display, stuffed her phone back into her backpocket and continued walking.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
But the lovesick smile didn't leave Emily's face for the rest of the way to the briefing room, partly because she was so caught up in her thoughts about the specific feeling of your skin, that she didn't even notice she was wearing it.
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Okayyy so i just had a idea and since you are amazinggggg with tvdu fan fiction, thought I might a request😅
Basically, yn is a wolf but for some reason or another, her puppy sized wolf is out of control and so whenever she gets emotional, she slowly starts transforming, like first she will get the ears and like the shift is slow but not painful anymore since it has been happening a lot and she just gets a headache.
Elena's gang except for Tyler and bonnie dislike her and Caroline doesn't have much of an opinion. She is usually a happy person since she is homeschooled so doesn't have to deal with any bullies or anything.
Klaus finds her with teary eyes and her wolf puppy ears out as she tries to stop herself from full on crying.
Klaus takes her in and cares for her and helps her control her wolf side so that her emotions don't control them. At this point, she loves her wolf form so much that Klaus has to scold her and treat her kinda like am actual naughty puppy and he even has a hard time keeping her in human form because she has learned that she can run off in her wolf form and not have to study
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Tamed and trained
Y/n’s parents had always been worried about her. She wasn’t exactly normal, being a werewolf anyways was hard enough let alone a completely out of control one. They assumed there must have been some sort of mutation in the gene system or something similar which caused her to turn at any time, like how only few vampires were rippers and few witches were siphoners.
They had been to the Bennett’s who told them that this had only happened a very rare few times since the first werewolf was created and that she would learn control as she grew.
Of course their first fear was she would be picked on, misunderstood and seen as a monster, so they kept her inside. And then they worried that her werewolf anger would be 10x worse as instead of having emotions heightened on a full moon, hers are 24/7. But it turned out she showed nearly every emotion but anger. But the tears were the worst. As soon as they started falling they knew they needed to hide her asap. The ears would sprout from her head, then the tail and claws, the nose and paws, until she were howling her sorrows for the world to hear.
And gosh did she cry when she was little, always in a puddle of pity and fear of her own shadow.
He parents had pretty much given up with trying to control her. Just locking her in the house and telling her to be quiet while they went out and tried to live like normal people, pretend they didn’t have a daughter that the council would kill to obtain.
When Bonnie grew up they tried to convince her to spell Y/n but Bonnie refused when she saw the fluffy ears a big sad eyes looking back at her.
They tried to have Tyler help her when he broke his curse but he wasn’t sure what to do either other than bond over the experience of being in wolf form.
So she continued to hide inside, only getting out when her parents had gone away, most likely to get drunk and forget their worries.
She knew she was an inconvenience for them but the harder she tried to control herself, the worse it made her feel and then she ended up turning again. She didn’t know how to fix the cycle she was trapped within.
But on that day, her parents had gotten a little too angry at her. Called her a freak and a mistake causing her to run as far as she could on her human legs, praying to god that she wouldn’t turn halfway through a step.
She huddled up to the big willow tree besides the Mystic Park and kept their until dark. Her sniffles were the only sound heard as she wiped her eyes and cheeks.
Her knees dragged to her chest and she rest her chin on top of them as she kept her cries to a minimum, hiccuping as she tried to fully stop.
It was the sound that drew Klaus Mikaelson toward the park that night. His eyes squinted as he spotted a girl in the distance, two large and fluffed ears on her head which twitched very few seconds. His curiosity was peaked and so he approached the source of such sad sounds and crouched before her. His hand slowly touched her knee making her jolt and look up at him alarmed. Immediately smacking the top of her head to make her ears go away making him frown and grab onto her hands
“It’s alright love” he mumbled as she shook her head and tried to squirm out of his hold. He sighed and resorted to picking her up which made her cry again and him to panic. “No no no” he whispered, covering her mouth with his hand and his eyes widening when a tail curled up between her legs and little claws scratched at his arms. “Oh bloody hell” he muttered before speeding her to his home and getting her on the floor just as she turned entirely.
His brows shot up seeing her so small, running around like a lunatic and barking continuously. He blinked in surprise and slowly shut the front door, locking it and walking around the smashed vase and torn painting as she chewed at his brand new sofa cushions with her tail wagging so wildly that her whole body shook.
He made a gradual approach but the second she was in reach, she had darted up the stairs making him sigh and chase her through the house for the next 20 minutes. Having a little too much fun for an almighty hybrid as he tackled a small wolf to his kitchen floor and kept her firmly to his chest until eventually she turned back.
Asleep and completely naked against him. He cautiously lifted her up and brought her to his bed, not wanting her to run off while he slept.
He slipped his boxers up her legs and henley over her head, not without peeking at her lovely little body of course, and quickly stripping to his boxers before tugging the covers over the both and watching her from the other side of the bed. He kept an eye on her for as long as he stayed awake, until the steady beating of her heart sent him to sleep.
When he woke he was entirely on top of her, her big eyes looking up at him as he lifted his head to find her squished beneath him and shoving helplessly at his chest.
He kept quiet and in response so did she, swallowing thickly as she watched him observe her. She didn’t comment as his eyes lingered on her nipples that stood out against the soft material on his top, nor the way his tongue wetted his lips when he studied her legs.
“Do you do that a lot?” He asked just above a whisper when his eyes came back to hers and she nodded with a blush of embarrassment coating her cheeks.
“I don’t mean to” she uttered and he tilted his head ever so slightly
“I wouldn’t have thought you did” he murmured and she kept silent. He thought to himself for a moment before making an unklauslike decision “I think I’ll keep you love” he told her and she opened her mouth to speak but he was already talking again “no arguing, I’ll teach you to control yourself and we’ll see what happens from there okay?”
“But my mother and- and school! I learn at home, I can’t-“
“Do you know who I am love?” He cut her off and she turned her head
“Klaus?” She questioned, having heard of him before when her parents were researching, the mention of him from Tyler and the smell of both vampire and werewolf which twisted together when she lay under him.
“That’s right little wolf, Klaus, now I’ve been alive a very long time, I can teach you much better than any mother could. And besides, your mother would’ve found you before I had if she were worried” he waved it off and she frowned
“She will be…” she whispered and he watched in amazement again as the ears formed at her head. His hand automatically reached out to feel the soft fur against his skin making her lean into him. He could feel the smirk pulling at his face as he calmed her back down
“Oh you’re right love,” he began, seeing her brighten up a little bit in curiosity, “she will puppy, so how about I’ll handle it okay? She’ll let you come here, you want me to help you don’t you?” He manipulated and she immediately fell into it, nodding and laying still under him. Klaus couldn’t help but admire how she looked beneath him, her big round eyes and wolf ears still on display. If emotion was what brought this out in her, he could only imagine how she would howl if he treated her the way he desired.
But he would wait, he needed to get her under control at least a little so that she didn’t destroy his house and hurt herself in the meantime. He didn’t believe she would be able to hurt someone else, especially not purposely but he saw how she basically ran into walls without a care and worried for her own sake.
He snapped out of his thoughts at the whine she produced, confused on his face before he realised his knee was inbetween both her legs and she had almost definitely never been touched like that. One because of her little wolf issue, and two because she clearly had a lack of time outside her home just based off how afraid she was outside and then looking in wonder at simple objects in his home. Not that it was an issue for him, the more unaware she was in general, the better. She would be easier to tame if he could train a fresh mind.
And she was just that, a breathe of fresh air.
Simple and appreciative. No matter how small a thing he did for her, she was smiling brightly with her tail wagging and ears up. Whether it be a new bookmark or a diamond bracelet.
He remembers when he told her she could decorate her own room, he had never seen someone get so excited so fast. The room looked completely out of place, the rest of the mansion was relatively dark and gloomy but her space was bright but soft, calming in a way instead of tense.
He loved how she was like that, calming. Whenever he was having an awful day, there she was in his lap, ears up and a book in her hands that he had ‘assigned’ her to read for her ‘schoolwork’. She seemed to have at least her ears out all the time, especially when he touched her, just a hand on her leg would have her tail wagging and he couldn’t find it in himself to make her stop.
But he found that if he did tell her to put them away, it was the only way she would do so.
He had found her in tears over two star crossed lovers in a book she had gotten from her personal library, a gift from him of course, and watched as she struggled to calm herself down. But the second he used a commanding tone on her to put the canine features away, they were gone and she was whimpering quite literally like a puppy being told off.
He found that he had more control over her wolf than she did. And he loved it, she was his good girl, his little puppy to play with and look after.
She kept his bed warm when he was gone and made his heart swell when he was there.
He loved seeing her so freely running around in her wolf form, finally able to control where she was going and what she was thinking as she chased the birds and and spun around to get his attention. Only issue was when she gained more control, he seemed to lose some. And she was quick to tease him, running circles around him and nipping at his ankles when he was busy, having him chase after her because she had taken his phone or worse: the white oak stake. Of course she didn’t understand the importance but to her it was a game and she wanted him to play too.
He understood her mindset of course and she was completely entertaining for him but it was a pain to have to hunt her down every time he needed her to practice her school work.
He would always remember the first time he turned to chase her down. The surprise in her eyes when she skidded to a halt and looked up at him. He must’ve been nearly 10 times bigger than her and although she should probably have been terrified, she yipped happily and darted for the tree line. He shook his head before following after the flash of grey and brown that weaves through the woods, ultimately pinning her down and bringing her home before claiming his prize for winning the game.
The prizes varied greatly, sometimes he got a kiss on the cheek from her, sometimes he would get to sink his teeth into her sweet skin, sometimes he would just lay with her, y/n on the other hand got very different prizes, on the rare occasion that she won he found himself wearing a face mask and cucumber on his eyes as she giggled and held his hand.
Whatever she did, whether she were human or a little wolf, he kept her happy and hidden from the rest of the world but this time she didn’t feel like a disappointment, she felt adored.
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I've talked about the Nibelheim Doom Triangle many times, but I'm not sure I've ever actually put into words why I believe Lucrecia made the choice she did, at least not in a public forum. Given that Vincent has reentered the public consciousness with Rebirth, it's probably a good time.
We are not going to subscribe to the statement in the Ultimania that Lucrecia married Hojo out of pity because nobody in the company respected his work the same way nobody respected her thesis, because that's not only entirely out of character, but goes directly against what actually happened. Hojo was the lead assistant on Project S, like Gillian was on Project G; Gast selected him, his ideas, his theories, as being the best option after Project G failed. No one else was given this opportunity. After Sephiroth was born, Hojo was then moved (with Lucrecia and Hollander, but not Gillian, who had left the company) to work on Project 0—Shinra's single most important attempt at forcing humanity to progress as a species. Hojo was respected, and Lucrecia may be callow but she's never been the kind of woman who would marry someone out of pity. With that out of the way, we can get into my take on her decision.
I want to be explicitly clear: I don't believe it has anything to do with how attractive Vincent is versus Hojo, and I don't believe that it should. Asserting that Vincent's level of attractiveness should have been the key deciding factor in Lucrecia's decision does a disservice to her depth of character. Period. That isn't even addressing the fact that we're comparing a man who is eternally twenty-seven years old and was in peak physical condition at the time of his death to a man who is in his early sixties and has clearly not taken particularly good care of himself. We've never actually seen what Hojo looked like when he was young, since SE only ever uses one model for him in all modern iterations, so this is a moot point.
That said, Vincent's appearance was a mitigating factor in Lucrecia's decision—and it worked in Hojo's favor, not Vincent's.
We're almost twenty years out since the release of Dirge of Cerberus, so I feel like I can confidently state that Lucrecia was almost certainly in love with Grimoire Valentine. It was unspoken, unrequited, and doomed from the start, but the affection she had for that man was every bit as intense as the affection Vincent had for her—in fact, on the official relationship chart, Lucrecia's feelings for Grimoire are described using the same word as Vincent's feelings for Lucrecia. This is a repeating pattern, and that's part of the tragedy. Lucrecia adored Grimoire for his intellect, his drive, his passion; Vincent adored Lucrecia for the same reasons. Vincent refers to her as "the beautiful Lucrecia," yes, but he also describes her as the woman he respected most.
Knowing that Lucrecia loved Grimoire makes sense of how she was so torn between Vincent and Hojo.
Vincent looked like his father, he had his eyes, his nose, his brow. He probably had a fair number of his mannerisms, body language inherited and learned via his upbringing. They probably spoke almost the same way, their voices were similar, they had the same stories and the same sense of humor and the same idiosyncracies. But Vincent wasn't his father—he wasn't even a scientist, he didn't have that academic drive that drew Lucrecia to Grimoire in the first place. He was younger than Lucrecia by a few months, he couldn't be her guide or her teacher, and while he'd been assigned to be her protector, it wasn't the same. It could never be the same.
Hojo, meanwhile, looked nothing like Grimoire. His dark eyes and wide mouth and narrow shoulders were nothing like the man Lucrecia loved and lost through her own mistakes. But his drive, his passion, his determination—my god, it was just like him. Hojo's single-minded certainty, his confidence in his own comprehension, his intellectual unquenchable thirst to understand those things beyond his reach, it was all the same. His body language was different, his speech patterns were different, his research itself was different—but not, it turns out, too different, as Grimoire is indicated to be the first Shinra scientist to propose using foreign material on a child in utero in an attempt to produce something in-between man and god that could be communicated with on a human level. This theory, found amongst Grimoire's body of research after his death, may have actually inspired the direction of the Jenova Project (after working on adults in the Howling Fang failed to produce a functional result), and is directly responsible for the creation of Nero.
Vincent would never do that. Grimoire wrote it down, so we can assume that he would have, if he'd had the chance. Hojo did.
Lucrecia may have seen Grimoire in Vincent with her eyes, but she saw him in Hojo with her mind, and that's the part of him that she loved. That's the kind of man that she loved. That's the part of Hojo that she loved.
Before long, I can't imagine she was seeing him as an echo of Grimoire. Hojo was so different, but he was exactly what she wanted, exactly the kind of man—she thought—with whom she could spend the rest of her life. Working side by side as equals, two scientific minds ready to change the world together in ways that they never could alone.
Vincent, though? Vincent looks so much like his father, Lucrecia never stopped seeing his ghost. Every time she looked Vincent in the eye, she saw his father. Every time he spoke, every time he moved, every time he laughed or grimaced or sighed, she saw his father. Even at the very end, when she believed she'd failed to save him and left him in that tank for Hojo to find, she didn't see Vincent, she didn't see Chaos. She saw Grimoire.
"Did you know your eyes are just like your father's?"
Lucrecia chose Hojo because she had so much love left in her, and the echoes of Grimoire she saw physically in Vincent weren't enough for that love to find a home in him.
Lucrecia chose Hojo because he was alive, and she was tired of loving a ghost.
#fandom ramble#lucrecia crescent#professor hojo#vincent valentine#grimoire valentine#hojo x lucrecia#final fantasy vii#ffvii#final fantasy 7#ff7#the nibelheim doom triad#dirge of cerberus#long post
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For your 2k event 😊 (I'm so happy for you btw! 🥰👏👏)
Fluff #9 - “if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”
With Tsu'tey x h!Reader maybe 😊
Absolutely no pressure though and again; congratulations on reaching 2k! 😁🎉🎉
SKY-WOMEN LOVE GIFTS
here you go lovely!! i hope you enojy. this was actually my first time writing human!reader so eek. but i liked it. tsu'tey being ooc but y'know him being alive isn't canon lmao
It took Tsu’tey a long time to warm up to the left over scientists of the sky people. Like a seriously long time.
While Jake did help get rid of some of the hostility towards the scientists, it was really you that did the heavy-lifting. A small, fragile weak human in his eyes. On a planet where not even the air serves you. Maybe it was pity that drew him closer towards you, or maybe it was your interesting alien self. Who knows?
Months passed as he got to know you. You would follow him through the forest to study more of the flora, involve yourself with the clan’s cultures and always be there to lend him a listening ear.
He couldn’t deny that his heart grew fond of your company. The way your tiny alien hands would grab onto him when you lost your balance. The way he would have to wait for you to catch up to him every other step. The way you were so committed to loving his home. He found himself constantly thinking about you as a mate.
He wasn’t quite sure how to show his affections towards you. He knew the usually the traditions would not be received as well, as you did not understand them. He didn’t enjoy asking Jake for help, but it was worth it for you.
“What? You want to court Y/N? Didn’t know you were into sky-people brother.” Tsu’tey snarled at him, too serious to be caught up with Jake’s antics.
“I want to court Y/N, I am here for advice not ridicule.” Jake gave him a strong pat on the back followed with a proud smile.
“Sky-women like gifts. All women like gifts! Make her something and I’m 100% sure she’ll treasure it. Especially if it’s from you.” Tsu’tey wondered if something handmade would be up to your culture’s standard, especially considering the odd demon technology your people have built. Would it not be mundane?
He may as well give it a shot. “Thankyou brother.” And he was off, already conjuring ideas in his mind of what to create for you. What would be suitable for someone as tiny as you. He would have to be mindful of the size of his gift. Would you want jewellery? Maybe a knife? No. you don’t need a knife. You would never wear his cultures clothing, too embarrassed because of your culture’s standard.
Maybe a bracelet was the best thing to make. Yes. It’s perfect.
It had been a couple days since you had conversed with Tsu’tey, too busy with your studies and he seemed to be going away to do god knows what. It disheartened you a little, you enjoyed your time with the tall man. Your heart always beat a little faster around him, eyes lingered longer, time felt shorter.
You were standing near some of the plants right outside of the base of the camp the people had set up. You were way too immersed in your instruments, that you didn’t realise the lean man stalking behind you, simply looking down to observe what was interesting you so much.
“That is flefle.” You jumped, grabbing onto your heart as you felt your soul slip you because you were so frightened.
“Oh! Jesus you scared me.” Tsu’tey never really understood your human expressions, but he though you sounded cute saying them at least.
“I have something for you.” You furrowed your brows, confused on what he could possibly give to you. His hands were fidgeting behind his back, nervously rolling onto the balls of his feet and back down again.
“Oh can I see?” Tsu’tey nodded taking one of your small hands in his, delicately placing the bracelet in your palm. You gasped switching your gaze rapidly between Tsu’tey and the beautiful, beaded bracelet that was give to you. The beads had small engravings in them, while they alternated in colours from blue to green. “This is beautiful Tsu’tey!”
“Do you like it?” You nodded swiftly.
“Of course I love it, I might cry it’s so pretty. Thankyou!” Tsu’tey’s face grew concerned as you mentioned crying.
“Do not cry. If you cry, I will cry and that wont be fun for anyone.” You giggled at his words, the way he was so serious was amusing. Stepping forward to give him a thankful hug, your head resting just below his ribs. He stiffened against your touch, hands hovering over you, scared to hug you too tight.
Letting go of him you held the open bracelet in your hands. “Could you tie it up for me?” Tsu’tey nodded his hands careful as his fingers worked swiftly to tie the knot around your wrist.
“It is not too tight?”
“No it is perfect. Thankyou.”
#tsu'tey#tsu'tey x reader#tsu'tey imagine#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar oneshot#tsu'tey avatar#tsu'tey fic#tsu'tey x y/n#tsu'tey fluff#tsu'tey drabble
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OMG YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN!
Okay, so can I request a darling that is like starfire from teen titans? Although she is an alien princess she still fought for humanity due tobthe fact that they have taken her in even though that she is an outsider and not even a human.
What are the gods and the humans reaction when she is revealed to as a fighter when Heimdall announced a new round
-While not a citizen of earth, being born on an alien planet, you still fought for humanity and died as one, fighting for others, and that granted you access into Valhalla.
-You were definitely a unique individual, from your unique looks with long flowing red hair, tanned skin, bright green eyes, and built like a bombshell Amazonian warrior, to your abilities of flight and being able to shoot bolts of green energy from not only your hands, but your eyes as well.
-Despite being a fearsome warrior, capable of superhuman feats of strength, it was your personality that really drew others in- you were such a bright ray of sunshine- willing and wanting to make friends with everyone you came across!
-You had been told, even while down on earth, that you didn’t know about personal boundaries much, being overly physically affectionate, and while some didn’t mind it~ there were others who were a little less enthusiastic about it.
-It was similar in Valhalla, where some complained about your habits, but many defended you, as you weren’t from earth, you were from an alien planet, called Tamaran, so cultures and customs were different.
-You found comradery with other warriors, men and women you could fight against without having to hold back often, and many of your new friends, both gods and humans, enjoyed being able to fight against someone as strong as you.
-When Ragnarok was announced, you volunteered to fight, going to Brunnhilde which did surprise her but she immediately accepted.
-Many, who didn’t know you, were shocked and some were outraged, seeing such a beautiful woman being a warrior, fighting for your life in this tournament for humanity.
-You quickly proved that you were not to be underestimated, as you flew up and shot your star bolts down at your opponent, making him hide behind his shield.
-Many were outraged by your abilities, claiming that you shouldn’t have been allowed to fight since you weren’t a human!
-So many made a stink about it that your match was actually paused as Zeus and Brunnhilde had a meeting regarding you, trying to decide if you were legal or not enough to fight. Brunnhilde fought hard for you, as you were willing to do this, despite not being a human, and while you were an alien, you lived and died on earth and died a hero, just like the others in Valhalla.
-Zeus announced you were allowed to fight, as you fought for humanity on earth, so you would continue here in Valhalla, much to the joy of many.
-You won easily, overpowering your opponent, but it was after you won that got everyone’s attention, as your opponent faded away, you paid your respects to him, putting your fist over your chest and bowing your head, shocking many of your respect as you spoke, “You fought well! I am proud to have been your opponent!”
-He went with a smile on his lips, feeling a sense of pride that you acknowledged him, despite beating his ass easily, and many of the gods grew more appreciative of you- seeing your respect to them, even though you didn’t have to since you weren’t a human.
-The other human warriors were also appreciative of your respect for your opponent.
-You cheered on the other warriors as loudly as you could, cheering alongside the crowds and your friends who fought could hear your cheers, firing them up.
-You really were an oddball, a good warrior and even better friend, but still an oddball, but you were their oddball.
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THE TEXT CONVOS !! I hope it looks ok. I left spaces between the texts (ALSO THANK U FOR THE REQUEST 💗 ) 💺 anon
🍊) My little (brat) princess
🍒: Buy pads please!!
🍊: Already did, anything else that may satisfy her majesty? ❤️
🍊: Hi pretty. Can't find my tie, did you took it? It's the navy one
🍒: No, must've been your side chick :(
🍊: Please tell me you're joking
🍒: I'm not
🍊: Woman I practically worship the ground you walk on
🍒: Screenshotting this to Lem. Also your tie is with me :)
🍊: You two got jokes huh
🍒: Pretty women called "sleepless nights worried about my husband" is waiting for me in bed
🍊: Not tonight love. Coming home in 5
🍊: What kind of streets do ghosts hunt?
🍊: Dead ends
🍊: Really want to shoot him in the head
🍒: What are you talking about?
🍊: He's so fucking cocky huh?
🍒: Ladybug? He's not doing anything
🍊: That "we should all order some food" sounded pretty flirty to me
🍒: You deserve the electric chair
🍊: Are you from Mississippi? Cause you're the only miss who's piss I'll sippie
[You blocked this contact]
🍊: That nob better stop touching your shoulder before I give him a lobotomy
🍊: Got the "little off the top" looking haircut
🍒: HE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER
🍊: He should see an optometrist since he clearly didn't notice the ring on your finger
🍒: I told him I have a husband 5 times already but he said "it doesn't matter", so I gave him your number
🍊: That's my girl
🍒: [1 image attached]
🍊: Oh my fucking god
🍊: God took his time with you
🍒: Would you be mad at me if I punched you in the face?
🍊: What's the context love? Are we making out and you just started beating me up?
🍒: Why would I EVER do that???
🍊: You tell me, you were the one who asked.
🍊: Wait you might actually be onto someting here love
🍒: THATS IT, SEX BAN
🍊: WHAT
🍒: What is taking you so long?
🍊: Lady at the cashier won't leave me alone
🍒: Please hurry up I want you to eat me out :( [Tan reacted with ❤️]
🍒: Tell her "husband duties are calling"
🍋) Silly goofy guy
🍋: I'm really over here with Aristotle talking about plumbs and farmers and shit
🍒: Did you actually got into a fight with that Kimura guy just because he said he didn't like my tie?
🍋: Cherry defender first, human second
🍋: Bro is not listening to me 🤼♂️
🍒: I'll hear you out on Henrys
🍋: [voice message: 42:33]
🍋: Got bored so I drew you
🍋: [1 image attached]
🍒: Thanks !!
🍒: Why do I have 3 fingers on each hand though?
🍋: I stole the other four
🍒: Are the cookies you left for me a prank?
🍋: Are they that bad?
🍒: What?? No!! Of course not!! 😊 I loved them!! 🫶
🍋: I got a feeling you're being sarcastic
🍋: Tan said nobody likes lemons
🍒: I'll kill him
🍒: The bartender asked for my phone number
🍋: BOOOOOO 📢📢 every time
🍒: I gave him Tan's number. Wanna catfish him?
🍋: LETS GO I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK
🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl
🍊: The group name is stupid
🍋: IT'S GENIUS
🍒: It's literally what we are
🍊: I think I should've named the group so it wouldn't be something stupid
🍋: "Tangerines are sophisticated" This you❓
🍒: Point and laugh 🫵🤣
🍊: Piss off
🍋: I burned the pasta
🍊: You can cook?
🍋: I tried
🍊: Never do it again
🍋: Piss off at least I wasn't the one who dropped the pod on the floor
🍒: This is why you two aren't allowed in my kitchen
🍊: I'm just saying, relationships should be 50/50
🍊: She looks pretty, while I growl at anyone who looks at her
🍋: It's getting harder and harder to defend you
🍒: People are gonna think you're insane
🍋: He is
🍋: [1 image attached, it's a selfie of us three]
🍋: BOY WE SEE THEM BABY BLUES
🍒: I swear people don't even say bless you anymore, they just stare at you like that
🍊: Do you two ever stop to think about what you're saying?
🍋: No 😼
🍒: Nope
🍊: It shows
yeah no kidding you aced the shit out of these!!! and they are so fun to read !! I definitely get what you mean now by them being fun😭
LOVE LOVE LOVED them all but these have gotta be my faves
THIS ONE??? had my cracking up. was still thinking about it and laughing to myself ages after reading 😭😭
little off the top and the ring comment 😭
and giving the guy tan number and him saying that’s my girl🫠
god took his time with you??? melting
WHY IS THAT SO ACCURATE!!! lemon definitely sends really long voice messages and spams with videos. like he’s giving you mini personal vlogs😭😭😭 he just starts talking about the most random shit walking around the house. “… yeah they said his car is fucked— no way. I just found this.” and holds it out to the camera and then he carries on with whatever he was saying before
I feel like he struggled to draw all 10 fingers and got fed up so gave you simpson hands instead
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hi! i love your writing! if you’re taking requests could i maybe get tartaglia (and alhaitham and itto if you write for them too) with a really affectionate s/o? thank you!!!
Aaaaaa thank you!!! I’ve already done one super similar involving childe but lemme whip something up for ya ;)
Oh boy Itto is gonna be fun I just fucking know it he’s so chaotic~
Warnings: flufffff, lots of toothache inducing sweetness, gn! Reader, swearing, not proof-read.
Character: Al’haitham, Itto, childe.
Al’haitham~
This man is the human representation of a stick, I love him.
He’s serious boy™️
How he ended up with someone like you no one fucking knows
At first he found your constant shower of affection a little annoying especially when he was in the middle of work
Once he realised his moodiness wouldn’t dissuade you from showing his boobs him all your love and attention he inevitably gave up
He didn’t realise it at first but he actually grew to want your affection as well
Like he’d just be reading his god awful books or doing paperwork (idk what scribes do tbh) and her suddenly be like
“Huh I feel like something you is missing and it feels odd” he misses it
People have pointed out that he seems a lot more relaxed and less like a god damn plank when he comes into work
Truth is it’s just because you spent the entire morning showering him with cuddles and kisses :)
He’s so used to it at this point he’s even grown to holding your hand or giving you cute cheek kisses in public!!
Truly a miracle!
When he had a bad day he used to dread coming home and having to deal with other people kaveh but now he finds that you’re the first thing he runs to if things haven’t been going right!
He finds your head pats and sweet reassuring kisses to be the best cure for his frustrations!
People still will never figure out how he managed to woo such a affectionate and sweet person but neither of you care!
Man deserves to know what affection is.
Itto~
A puppy incarnate
Pat his head or give him a kiss on his cheek and man’s gone
It does boost his ego though so be warned!
I don’t imagine he’s ever had much physical affection before!
Being a oni people are usually against that
Assholes!
So when you first started officially dating and you randomly hugged him or smothered his goofy face in kisses he was flabbergasted
Absolutely bamboozled
The second you showed him affection you basically signed a life time contract with his heart
Refuses to let anyone touch your “designated holding hand”
That’s reserved for you and you only!
You know that meme where someone drew a heart on a guys hand and he refuses to wash it in the shower?
Yeah. He’s that guy.
He tried to use it to his advantage once since you seemed to give him kisses whenever he was being particularly dumb just to make him forget whatever shenanigans he was up to
So I’m return, he started being dumb(er) on purpose!
Lots of kisses!!
Of course you knew what he was doing but how could you refuse his goofy grin and those puppy eyes!
Has been winning a lot more beetle battles since he discovered you’ll give him hugs and kisses when he won~
Kuki is honestly so fucking relieved that someone else can deal with him besides her
My girls been through it with him
There’s never a time when he won’t want your affection!!
Bad day? Head pats, hugs and kisses!
Good day? Head pats, hugs and kisses
He’s super proud of it too!
Like pda is an absolute necessity for him!
He just has to show off that his hand is the one your holding!
If you wear makeup up and leave a lipstick mark on his cheek he will not remove it!
Over his dead body!
Had to clean it off while he was asleep
Childe~
*slaps childe* this bad boy can hold so much affection
At first he was definitely taken back!
He’s a harbinger and a battle maniac
The last thing he’d think someone would do to his is to grab his hand or arm while happily kissing his face (if you can reach this tower of a man’s face)
Honestly anyone taller than thoma scares me
So he definitely froze!
Blushy booyyyy
Tried to play it off by teasing you back but it didn’t really work considering he was a flustered mess to begin with
It just resulted in you rolling your eyes and kissing him again
Which also resulted in his brain shutting down
He will get jealous if anyone else steals your affection away from him
Even if it’s a kid that just gave you a hug!
Evil! His person!!
Is very similar to Itto in the fact that he’d be hard pushed to wash anyway any kind of affection you give him!
Pda is a yes too! Not as much as Itto because he still had to stay in guard and he doesn’t wanna draw attention to you too much ;-;
Gets super cocky too
Whenever he wins a particularly difficult fight he demands rewards!
Which of course the rewards being your smooches!
This man has never once even thought about asking you to stop
He’s busy? That’s ok, you can just sit on his lap and hug him while he works
Man’s sleeping and he just look so adorable that you have to kiss his nose or forehead?
You’ll send him into the sweetest dreams he’s ever had!
It really makes me feel so happy know ya’ll like my work aaaaa!!
Requests are still slow to finish as I’m still feeling bleh but I appreciate everyone’s patience! I will get them done I promise~
#genshin fluff#genshin headcanons#genshin imagines#genshin impact#genshin scenarios#genshin boyfriend scenarios#genshin drabbles#genshin impact fluff#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact scenarios#alhaitham#childe#Tartagli#itto#alhaitham scenarios#alhaitham headcanons#childe scenarios#childe headcanons#tartaglia headcanons#tartaglia scenarios#itto headcanons#Itto scenarios#alhaitham x reader#itto x reader#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader
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It’s been about a year since I drew the Flesh God, so new sketches were overdue, and yes it took me roughly around 2 months to work on these on and off.
As a recap on the face for my content, he’s an infinite paracausual expanse of flesh that occupies the space between galaxies across the multiverse and the spaces between universes, and has the genetic code of everything. But what I’ve actually drawn are pseudobodies, little bodies he sends out to interact with things.
So more deets on him under the cut
- he’s actually a plastic cell colony with genetic singularities and cellular processes that operate faster than light. Each cell can operate and move independently but work together and move like a slime or liquid, but usually just acts like solid flesh. The perfect light speed shapeshifter. He basically moves like the player character from prototype, Atom Eve’s siblings, venom, and the thing but fast.
- pseudobodies can be anywhere in size from a few meters to the size of celestial bodies. The biggest ones have neutron stars suspended between their horns. They’re are often stored in “recharge cysts”. They basically sit suspended in amniotic fluid with umbilical cords attaching to their spines supplying them with power. All the heat from the cellular processes are vented out a pseudobody’s back, but his main body doesn’t really need to worry about overheating much by virtue of being in space and having his own internal pressure and in some places his own atmosphere.
- pseudobodies have a set amount of energy (granted it’s enough to end worlds) and biomass, and while they’re creative with what they can do, they can’t violate conservation of mass. But they can open up a portal to the main body inside of themselves and establish an umbilical cord connection to get unlimited power and biomass and become unstoppable.
- attacks often involve lots of spinning and rolling while shape shifting and redirecting kinetic energy. He also uses a lot of jukes and rapid flurries of hits and slices. And while I didn’t illustrate it, to give himself an extra kinetic push, pseudobodies will usually shoot tendrils into things in the direction he’s going to move and yank himself forward or steer in midair like they’re grappling hooks and/or utilize controlled explosions to blast himself somewhere. Ultimately its about hitting as fast and hard as possible in short bursts while outsmarting attackers and maintaining momentum when sending them flying.
- he can form organs as needed in an instant and just as quickly reabsorb them. The pseudobodies don’t necessarily need organs but he just likes to have them. Usually a full skeletal system, digestive system, adrenal system, and a circulatory system with a six parallel heart set up.
- when he’s nervous he starts waxing and waning limbs and body parts, but usually this doesn’t happen because he just redirects all chemical signals that induce stress into a “stress sack” so he doesn’t have to deal with it.
- he actually used to be human, and he’s just arbitrarily appointed himself as the god of life and biodiversity, not that anyone can contest him.
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You know I love you, right?
Will and Hannibal have been dating for six months, and Will knows Hannibal is the Ripper, but he has no idea how to bring it up to him. The opportunity arises when Will walks in on Hannibal cooking someone, but how will Hannibal react to the intrusion?
ao3
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It was bound to happen eventually. They’ve been together for over six months. Will tells himself they’ve gotten super close. Which is true. But he says they’re super close instead of saying they’re codependent. Because they are. And Will likes it. And he knows Hannibal likes it too. But Hannibal doesn’t know that Will knows he’s the Ripper. Will’s a little insulted Hannibal thinks he doesn’t know, but Hannibal’s ego has the ability to blind him if he isn’t careful. Will’s honestly flattered, because Hannibal is taken with him, and Hannibal’s ego’s grown because of how in love with Will he is. Because he sees Will as something precious and rare. He knows Will’s smart. Keen. Clever. He’s said as much. Hannibal knows Will solves murders as his job, but he’s so caught up in the notion that he’s been deceiving Will this entire time that he hasn’t realized Will’s known for a while.
Because that’s the other part of the problem. Will’s known for almost three months. Nearly half of their relationship. He didn’t handle it well at first. He went on a bender for an entire weekend and only convinced Hannibal it wasn’t about him by lying and saying it was about his dad. Will never talks about his dad, so Hannibal had latched onto it with his insatiable curiosity he seems to only have for Will and Death. It was actually one of the first times Will brought up his dad with Hannibal. It eventually led to Will opening up about him to Hannibal, which only drew them closer.
But, as time passed, Will slowly came to accept that Hannibal is a killer. He came to bask in it. Revel in it. Love Hannibal for it. And then three weeks later Will realized what Hannibal was feeding him and had to start the process all over again.
Will’s a little glad he hasn’t mentioned his realizations to Hannibal yet. He needed his own time to process that the love of his life is a serial killer. And then the realization that his serial killer is also a cannibal. Because of course if Will would ever date a serial killer it had to be the one that ate and cooked his victims too. And that he’d been feeding those people to Will.
It’s been an emotional three months to say the least.
Surprisingly, the most difficult part to process is how much Will enjoys it all. He likes the fact that his boyfriend (for lack of a better term since Will refuses to give Hannibal the satisfaction of calling him his lover or paramore, even inside his own mind) is the Ripper. That he’s a cannibal. And that Will likes the food he cooks. It pisses Will off that Hannibal’s food is so delicious since cooking human can’t be easy with how much Hannibal’s victims’ body types differ. It would probably be easier to cook real pork. It’s unfair that Hannibal is perfect at everything, including murder and cannibalism. …It’s also kind of hot.
But, with all of this to say, Will shouldn’t be surprised when he comes home early unannounced to find Hannibal openly preparing a cannibalistic dinner in his kitchen. Somehow he is.
Will’s been awake for nearly two days, he’s been stuck in a car with the entire Behavioral Unit for almost four hours, and it’s been pouring outside, so he’s cold and dripping wet. He walks into the kitchen, sees Hannibal cutting meat off a human thigh and wants to jump off a cliff. He absolutely does not want to deal with this right now. He wants a hot shower and to sleep for three days. Goddammit. They lock eyes, and Will feels a migraine coming on.
Yeah, he is not fucking dealing with Hannibal’s shit right now.
“Gonna take a shower,” he says.
Hannibal blinks.
Will doesn’t wait for him to reply and trudges up the stairs to Hannibal’s room. God! Hannibal needs to be more fucking careful, and, honestly, screw him for having it all out in the open for Will to see and now have to deal with. It’s a wonder Will loves him some days, but he’d be lying to himself if he ever said that it’s difficult to love him. Loving Hannibal shouldn’t be as easy as breathing, but it is, and it’s the main reason Will’s been able to so easily accept this lifestyle (even if he hasn’t acknowledged it to Hannibal’s face yet). He’s irritated and tired, so in a surge of pettiness, Will leaves his wet clothes on the carpet outside of the bathroom. It serves Hannibal right for being so blatant with his crimes.
Hannibal has a shower and a bathtub in his ridiculous bathroom. Will sticks with a shower today. He thinks he’d fall asleep if he took a bath, and he’s starving, so he still wants to eat after this. Will turns on the shower once he’s inside and instantly relaxes when the steady water pressure and hot water fall onto him. He’s getting used to this now. Living in luxury. Living in Hannibal’s luxury. He turns, so the water hits his back, and he groans as he feels the tension bleed out of his muscles. Yeah, he’s never giving this up.
His mind feels like pins and needles. TV static from his exhaustion. He thinks he might be too tired to be emotional about Hannibal, but then he remembers his weekend bender and trying to throw up after eating a person. (He couldn’t, despite how hard he tried.) He’s already been emotional about this. He’s already processed it.
But Hannibal hasn’t.
Will sighs. He’ll deal with his melodramatic boyfriend after his shower. Preferably over dinner. His stomach growls as if the thought reminds it how empty it is, so he quickly finishes his shower, throws on some of Hannibal’s sleepwear (pajamas would be too much of a casual term to call the knitted shirt and silky pants), and heads downstairs.
Hannibal is still in the kitchen. The leg is gone.
Will grins lazily and inwardly curses the way his heart melts when he sees Hannibal. He’s absolutely gone on this man, and it’s embarrassing. “Hey.”
“Will.” Hannibal is as stiff as a board.
Holy shit, he’s nervous.
Will can’t help but be endeared to the fact that his boyfriend, a serial killer and cannibal, is nervous to talk to him about this.
Will doesn’t slow down and walks over to Hannibal and plants his head onto his chest and wraps his arms around him. Will breathes in deeply, and he’s greeted with Hannibal’s usual scent: a sharp, dark cologne, spices from the food he’d been preparing, and the slight metallic tang of blood. It took forever for Will to place that last part. The smell of Hannibal comforts him, and Will relaxes into the touch.
Hannibal doesn’t. He continues to stand stiffly.
“Hold me,” Will demands.
Hannibal immediately obeys.
He’s afraid to lose me.
“I’m right here, okay?” Will reassures. His words are slightly slurred with exhaustion. “Not going anywhere.”
“Will—”
And Will knows where this is going, but he’s not having this conversation on an empty stomach. He’ll do it sleep-deprived and exhausted down to his bones, but he won’t do it hungry too. “I’m hungry. When’s dinner?”
Will feels Hannibal swallow. Hesitantly, “I put it away.”
“It’s done cooking?” The leg Will had seen looked raw. It almost feels indecent to call a leg raw, but Will’s too tired to care.
“No…I…stopped cooking.”
Will actually pulls away at that. Just enough to look up at Hannibal. “What.”
In a slight daze of bewilderment, “I assumed you would find it unappetizing.”
“You assumed correctly, but I’ve had time to adjust. Please tell me there’s food.”
Hannibal is frozen. He stares down at Will with wide eyes.
Will asks, “Do I need to order a pizza?”
The threat snaps Hannibal out of it. “…You know.” His voice still has an airy disbelief to it.
“Yes, I know, and I’m hungry, and I thought we’d be having this conversation over dinner.”
He’s starting to sound a bit more like himself when he asks, “How long have you known?”
Frustration burns inside Will’s veins. Did Hannibal not hear how hungry Will is? But the joke’s on him. Will knows all his buttons and soft spots. So he draws in close again and places his hands on Hannibal’s waist where he’s the softest. He mouths along Hannibal’s neck before sinking his teeth into the skin. Not enough to break skin, but enough for it to be a bite.
Will pulls back enough to growl, “Feed me, Hannibal.” Will hears Hannibal’s breath hitch and can’t help but grin. He has Hannibal, the Chesapeake Ripper, wrapped around his finger.
“I’ll need about thirty minutes to finish dinner.” Hannibal’s voice is rough like it gets when Will teases him in bed for too long.
“That’s better.” Will pecks him on the cheek and gives him a dazzling smile when he pulls away.
And, oh shit. The look Hannibal is giving him.
Will’s familiar with all of the looks Hannibal gives him from the frequent soft adoration to the ravaging lust saved for the bedroom. But Will’s never seen this one. Hannibal’s eyes are sparkling with wonder. Will thinks Hannibal doesn’t realize he dazedly leans in after Will when he pulls away. Hannibal is completely under Will’s spell.
Hannibal is in love with him.
They haven’t said it to each other yet. All of the conflicted feelings Will’s gone through during their relationship has delayed him from saying it. A few weeks ago in the midst of his confliction over Hannibal, he’d never even think about saying it. But now… He knew he’s in love with Hannibal the second he accepted him for his murder and cannibalism—when he realized he liked Hannibal for his crimes and darkness. So, why hasn’t Will said it yet? Why hasn’t Hannibal said it yet? Is he waiting for Will to say it first?
Will has time to overthink it while Hannibal cooks. He sits at the dining table and thinks himself into circles. It doesn’t help that he’s so tired that his mind keeps skipping around like a broken record player and catching and repeating certain trains of thought. He lets out a frustrated huff and rests his head on his arms laid on the table. He closes his eyes. He’s resting for only a moment.
“Will.”
He jerks awake with a spike of adrenaline. He blinks and rubs a hand over his face. “Was I asleep?”
A warm hand cups his cheek and turns his face in Hannibal’s direction. Loving eyes meet his. “Yes,” Hannibal replies. One of his thumbs rubs across Will’s cheek. It settles under his eye. “I didn’t realize how tired you were.”
Will hums. “Yeah. It’s been a long couple days.”
“Let me feed you.”
Will is about to say that’s exactly what he asked for, but then Hannibal is holding a fork in front of his face. Will blinks and realizes the table is set. Oh, Jesus. He’d been out. Will leans towards the forkful of heavenly smelling food, and Hannibal gently feeds him. It’s sublime.
“Amazing,” Will murmurs as Hannibal cuts him another piece.
Hannibal’s eyes are glued to Will’s mouth as he eats another bite. His eyes are dark, and his breathing is a touch too labored for him to be simply sitting beside Will.
Oh.
Hannibal is into this.
Will chews and swallows and watches how Hannibal’s eyes snap to his throat. Will asks, “Is this the leg?”
A small, almost sheepish smile tugs at Hannibal’s lips. “Yes.” He cuts another piece for Will and brings it to his lips.
A warm fondness fills Will’s chest. He takes a bite. Chews. Swallows. Hannibal continues to stare.
Will says, “I’ve known since July.”
Hannibal falters as he cuts the meat.
“But I realized you were feeding them to me in the beginning of August.”
“I had no idea.” And Hannibal sounds…thrilled?
The reaction throws Will. “Y-yeah, I know.”
Hannibal feeds him another bite.
Will continues, “I needed some time to…come to terms with it before I brought it up with you.”
Amusement shines in Hannibal’s eyes. “And how did you picture that conversation going?”
Will chuckles dryly. “I’m not really sure, and I think that’s why I was putting it off.”
“I supposed it worked out then.” Hannibal shoves food into Will’s mouth before he can answer.
Will swallows his bite. “You need to be more careful, Hannibal.”
“I know what I’m doing, my love.”
Will leans away from the food Hannibal tries to feed him. “You started dating the FBI profiler for your murders. That’s not careful.”
Light pink dusts Hannibal’s cheeks. “I am quite enamored with you, Will. I usually have such rigid self-control, but I’ve found when it comes to you, I cannot control myself at all.”
The admission makes Will’s stomach swoop. He rolls his eyes and says, “You’re ridiculous.” He tries to bite back a grin, but he can’t. “This conversation isn’t over, but I’m too damn tired to have it right now.”
“Alright, Will.”
“I’m serious, Hannibal.”
“I know you are.”
“You’re an asshole.”
Hannibal feeds him again. They continue in comfortable silence.
The food is gone, but they’re still sitting at the table beside each other when Will says, softly, “You know I love you, right?”
Hannibal freezes. He looks stricken. A deer in the headlights.
No one’s ever said this to him before. Not really. No one’s ever seen the entirety of him behind his person-suit and loved him.
The realization hits Will like a ton of bricks. He grabs Hannibal’s hands. “Hey.”
“Will, I…” Hannibal is blinking back tears.
“I love you.”
“Will.” He’s breathless, and the tears freely fall down his face. His grip on Will’s hands is tight.
“Bring me to bed? I want to hold you.”
Hannibal nods, and Will pretends not to hear the helpless sound he makes.
When they both stand, Will isn’t expecting Hannibal to pick him up, and he yelps in surprise before clinging onto Hannibal as he takes them upstairs. Hannibal’s carried Will up the stairs to bed before, but it’s usually lust-driven and desperate. Will’s never taken the time to soak in Hannibal’s strength and the gentle way he holds him. Will kisses Hannibal’s neck, and he feels Hannibal’s hold on him tighten.
“Love you,” Will whispers because he can.
They reach the bedroom, and Hannibal carefully lays Will down as opposed to the other times where he practically throws Will onto the bed before hungrily crawling on top of him. Hannibal is sweet like this: gently brushing Will’s curls from his face and tears staining his cheeks. Will’s face aches from smiling.
“Hannibal?”
The bed dips as he settles in beside Will. “Yes, beloved?” They're so close Will feels Hannibal’s breath fan across his face.
“I love you.”
Hannibal is kissing him. It’s heated, but it isn’t lustful. It’s hot like a bleeding heart or a furnace warming a home. It’s a slow heat, building and intense. It burns how passion burns, and Will knows Hannibal is saying he loves him too. He’s gently cradling Will’s face in his hands. His warm body presses Will into the soft mattress. He’s making these soft helpless sounds that pour directly into Will’s mouth that he’s never heard before.
Hannibal’s completely undone, and Will’s the one who undid him.
It seems fitting since Hannibal’s done the exact same to Will.
“Will,” he whispers breathlessly. He kisses him again. And again. Another quick brush of lips on lips and, “Will, I love you. I love you so much. Do you feel how I ache for you?”
It’s Will’s turn to make a helpless noise.
Hannibal doesn’t stop kissing him. He doesn’t stop whispering in a voice so fond it stings like a thorn on a rose. “I love you. I love you so, Will.” More kisses. “I’d bring you the moon and the sun and God himself if you asked me.”
Will’s dizzy. He’s tired and warm and comfortable and loved, and the words fall out of his mouth before he even knows he’s speaking. “Let me watch you.” Another kiss. “Please.” He gasps, “I want to see how you do it.”
“Do what, my love?”
“Kill.”
“Will.”
Their lips meld together, only broken apart by soft gasps and broken moans. It feels like an eternity has passed yet it feels like no time at all. Perhaps they exist outside of time, their love so strong they’re enveloped in their own pocket universe. A place where only the two of them exist, and time is no longer real. A place where teacups can’t shatter.
“Yes,” Hannibal finally answers. “I’d love to show you.”
They kiss again, and Will never wants them to part. He doesn’t remember when he drifts off to sleep. He only knows the warmth and safety and comfort of unconditional love.
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Hello....Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....
Hi there! and sure I never actually got to talk about why I love my favs so thank you for giving me an opportunity!
Sukuna
so fun fact! I actually started watching jjk because of gojo to see what's the hype all about but then sukuna showed up aaaaannd... I knew right then and there that this is MY guy. there was just something about him that drew me in. he intrigues me, makes my head spin. sukuna is evil (a devil incarnate some may say) but he's also more than that. he's not your typical villain. there's actually lots of contradictories and nuances to his character. he’s bloodthirsty but not hotheaded. he's apathetic but reads others like a book. he actually pays attention to his opponents, observers them, calculates their every move, spots their weaknesses while also encourages them and at times even praises them. also sukuna's unyielding sense of self is truly a thing of beauty. he does as he pleases and doesn't proclaim his strength to define himself. he doesn't need to prove anything nor does he seek to be understood. he's chosen to prioritise the self at the expanse of all connections, which allowed him to transcend humanity and became what we know as the king of curses. he's basically the epitome of all that is inherently wrong with humanity and jujutsu society as whole, to the point you can't even think of him as human, but rather, inhuman. or as yuuji would call him a curse "these guys are and will always be curses"... but here’s the thing, unlike mahito, sukuna was born human. and as much as he appears to be this self-serving, cunning and evil god-like being (well he is... definitely.. cunning, self-serving and evil those are all correct!! but god-like? I talked about it here) he still has "humanity". it's corrupted and twisted but well.. it's still THERE and that's actually what makes him so sinister in the end (but also so sooo appealing to me).
Yuuji
he's just THE BEST. I love this dude. one would think he's all sunshine and rainbows, but he's waayyy more than that. for one yuuji is a mess. a boy with a warped sense of self-worth and terrible identity issues who on top of that has a big disdain for his existence as a whole and yet still clings to life. he still manages to keep on going, regardless of what awaits him on the path he has paved... his determination is really something else. another thing I love about yuuji's character is that he’s not at all like your typical good natured, hero most protagonists are framed as. he doesn’t mind resorting to violence when the situation “calls” for it. he is actually someone who also relies on power and strength above everything else. yuuji doesn't really question his actions or the things jujutsu society tells him to do but that's because yuuji is a teenager. a confused teenager who just doesn't want to think too hard about the world he lives in so long as he has something to do. but then again... he's a teenager, which means he's still learning, he's still growing and despite his self hatred and the dwindling feeling of his self worth coupled with the burden he has to carry, yuuji keeps on living. and I think that's one of the most interesting and admirable things about his character. yuuji is completely selfless in his desires which has only made him suffer more as the story progressed, but the most selfish he has ever been is when he chose to live... and he still does btw. he is still choosing to keep living despite all the suffering and deaths it cost him. that's what makes this boy so special to me.
Megumi
now I'll admit, I thought megumi... was kindA bOring at first (little did I know he's been growing on me since day one). but then I GOT it. I had my 'oh' moment. I FINALLY understood!! megumi is kinda... a freak. boy goes unhinged when pushed too far. and I absolutely love those moments when he stops second guessing himself and goes completely off the rails. also there's just something about his character that makes me want to sit down and see what fucked up situation he is going to get himself into next and then watch him figure his way out of it lol anyway. megumi, just like yuuji, has a really low self esteem. he can be self sacrificial, but not because he has some 'hero complex'. megumi just doesn't value his own life the same way he values his loved ones' (tsumiki and yuuji). his major goal in life was to make sure he's sister is safe and well... we all know how that turned out. megumi is an implicitly suicidal character that also happened to have… quite a shitty life, which is why I want him him live. I want him to survive this and more importantly I want him to finally fight for HIMSELF and chose his own life in the end (honestly this person summed it up so much better than I could have <- this is essentially everything what I love about megumi's character).
as for my top 5 fav moments… damn it’s all gonna be sukuna isn't it ToT
1. sukuna’s possession of megumi (best plot twist EVER even tho we really should've seen coming)
2. sukuna and yuuji’s confrotation (their dynamic is actually one of my favourite things about jjk)
3. sukuna rampage in shibuya and then his conversation with jogo
4. yuuji confrontation with jumpei where yuuji ended up reaching out to him (I think that’s the moment that really made me fall in love with his character)
5. megumi during culling game (basically just unhinged and stressed baby)
#this is what happens when someone asks me abt my favs… I just start infodumping and reciting A L L the things I love about them#also apologies for taking so long to reply to your ask#I’m just really really bad… with words#asks#ryomen sukuna#itadori yuuji#fushiguro megumi
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SALLY FACE GAME SPOILERS
Sal, larry, ash and todd from sally face They actually make me so sad, sal was 15 when he moved, he was 15 when he saw his second dead body, he was 17 when he discovered a cult under his apartment building and 17 when he saw human flesh no bone, he was 8 when his mum died and his face was basically half gone, he was a kid and was forced to see multiple people he loved die, he was 8,15,17, 22 then he died at 28, everyone he knew had basically abandoned him or died, i don't blame ash though as she was dealing with her own grief and needed to sort through that even if she didn't stop sals death in time. The group makes me even more sad, larry died, sal died, ash lives but heavily traumatised, todd was fucking possessed and probably has lots of trauma too, larry literally died because of red eyes so imagine how todd feels knowing he was possessed by the same creature which drew one of his closest friends to insanity, imagine how sal felt having to kill soda, chug, everyone, his dad and lisa, especially after larry had died and lisa was the last piece of larry since lisa was larrys mum, imagine the amount of guilt he held for the next 6 years of his life in jail, imagine how insane he felt while rotting away, he didn't even get peace in death as he still had to stop red eyes, and ash will have to deal with the guilt of testifying against sal and aiding in the court calling him guilty, she even saw him die because she was too late and so distraught beforehand.
larry was insane, his dad had disappeared his mum was working to meet ends meat, he was literally happy for a time with sal, sals dad and his mum then Red eyes happened and etc, i feel horrible for all of them, they were kids and barely adults when it all happend, i love sally face but god it makes me wanna sob over these characters, oh and sal probably felt more guilty because his dads last words were "You know, I may not say this enough, but I'm proud of you Sal. You've come a long way and I know it hasn't all been easy. I look at you now and I'm excited about the man you are becoming. I think you've got a bright future ahead of you. I really do. I love you, buddy." Like why just why make it so much more heartbreaking And sal still thinks about his mums death, he was 8 and traumatised, he felt like it was all his fault, i hate how sad this game makes me so sad
#sally face fandom#sally face#sal fisher#larry johnson#ash campbell#todd morrison#red eyes#rant post#the tism
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