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ponderingmoonlight · 3 months

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Giyuu Tomioka stopping you from killing Nezuko with his own methods

Pairing: Giyuu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: When you were assigned to assist Shinobu and your former master and secret crush Giyuu, you never imagined to find him saving a demon. How is he supposed to stop you from fulfilling your duty, from hating him?

Warnings: hurt to comfort, Giyuu is...well, Giyuu. As always in my kny fics, I'm using some ai pics so if this doesn't sit right with you don't go any further, not 100% proofread, let me know what you think <3

“I will assist the young slayers in this area. Are you okay with aiding Tomioka?”

Your heart skips a beat by the sheer sound of his name. The man who trained you so well that you’d be a hashira if he wasn’t still stronger than you. The man with the ocean blue eyes, the calmest composure, who never talks much but always finds the right words.

Giyuu Tomioka, the men you fell hopelessly in love with a long time ago.

“I am”, you reply, concentrated on his smell that hangs in the air.

He ran down here just like you do now. Where is he? Is he alright? Hopefully no one was hurt.

“I thought so”, Shinobu replies with a kind smile.

It’s not a secret to any hashira anymore how you feel for the water pillar. Maybe it’s because you share the same breathing style, maybe it’s the fact that he knows how to tame down your pounding heart, to give you the calmness you need in these turbulent times.

“Take care of yourself, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

With that, the insect pillar disappears into the other direction of the forest, leaving you alone with your pounding heartbeat and the stinging smell of blood that hangs in the air. You grip the handle of your sword tighter, dash forward a little faster. You can do this. After all, Giyuu Tomioka was a great teacher.

He didn’t prepare you for the scene that lays itself out in front of your eyes, though. A demon lying on the floor along with a boy, just inches away. Him, bending over them. If it stretches out its hand, if it hits him with full force… Out of instinct, you pick up your pace, race towards him as fast as you can. You need to save him, need to kill that demon, you-

You can’t believe your eyes. The blade of your sword crushes into another one. Not the claws of a demon, not the katana of the boy lying on the floor.

It’s Giyuu’s sword.

You glide through the air elegantly, eyes meeting his ocean blue orbs that don’t show anything but calmness. Is he…protecting them?

“I’m begging you to spare them.”

You can’t believe your ears, the urgent tone in his voice so unusual that you can’t help but stop in your tracks. Is this really Giyuu? The man who taught you to kill every demon on your way? The man who never hesitates, who does his duty without thinking twice? Right now, he positioned himself between you and both of them, his sword ready to dodge your attack all over again.

“She’s a demon”, you clarify, eyes wandering to the girl who lays on the floor and eyes you sceptically.

No, this isn’t right. You can’t just stand here and do nothing. Without replying to his words, you dash forward again just the way he taught you.

Only to get greeted by his blade again.

He grabs your arm gently and pulls you closer with a swift motion of his trained body. You hold your breath, heart pounding out of your chest all over again. Giyuu being so close to you, Giyuu protecting a demon…

“What has gotten into you?”, you breathe out.

Oh, how lovely your haori sparkles in the down-going sun, how gorgeous your eyes gleam only inches away from his own face. Will he ever get enough from simply looking at you, from studying every inch of your colourful orbs? You really learned how to handle your sword well, the elegant movements of your body surpassing his own.

No. He shakes his head ever so slightly. This is not the right time to ponder about your gorgeous appearance. After all, you’re standing right in from of him, your eyes reflecting the distress he caused by protecting Kamado Tanjiro and his sister from your blade. Would you understand? After all these times he taught you not to spare a single demon, the countless nights he encouraged you to behead them. It is too much to ask you for mercy now?

“You need to spare them.”

Your world is turned upside down, orbs eyeing him up and down in sheer disbelief. This doesn’t sound like the man you know at all. Is this a cruel trick, the power of the demon, maybe? As if he’s able to read your thoughts, he lets his sword fall into the discoloured snow and cups your cheek gently.

“We both know I can’t.”

He allows his eyes to rest for a moment, to think about what he’ll do next really careful. One glimpse into your determined orbs shows that you won’t give in, that you are too skilled and smart to simply follow his pleas. No, he has to find another way, he-

“Can you move?”

His heart stings in agony just by thinking what he’s about to do next.

“Make yourself move even if you can’t move.”

But he has to. If there’s the slightest chance Tanjiro’s sister can be healed, he needs to path their way.

“Take your sister and run.”

Even if it means betraying you. You, his first tsugoko. You, the woman he loves in secret.

“Tomioka-san…Sorry for the trouble, thank you very much!”

You can’t believe your ears, widen eyes watching in horror as the boy grabs the demon’s hand and sprints away.

“Giyuu…”

Your whole body feels numb, mind desperately trying to process what just happened. Your master, the water pillar…A traitor?

“This…This is against the Corps rules…”, you mumble.

He grabs your other hand as well, forces your sword into the snow right next to his.

“It was never my attention to betray you, (y/n). But I can’t allow you to kill that demon. We need to give them a chance.”

“She’s a demon!”, you shout, arms fighting against the sheer force of his grip only to fall into the cold snow violently.

You can’t hold back the tears that start to sting in your eyes anymore. No, this isn’t only about the sheer fact that he spared a demon. It’s about the fact that he betrayed you, that he still doesn’t share the reason why he saved them.

“I thought you trust me. I thought you…care more about me.”

It kills him from the inside, the way you look up at him with all that grief in your eyes getting reflected in the moonlight. Giyuu can only imagine how you must feel, how it has to look in your gorgeous orbs.

“I care about you more than anything else, (y/n). But still, I can’t allow you to kill that demon. Not her.”

“Do you know her? Is that the reason why you don’t want to see her die?”

You hate the pity tone in your voice, the struck of jealousy that fires your anger all over again. You lift yourself off the ground and storm towards him, grabbing his haori tightly.

“I gave it all up for you. I worked hard to become the demon slayer you always imagined me to be, I did everything I could to stay by your side, I…I always longed for you to love me back, Giyuu Tomioka. Only for you to break your own rules, to lie into my face!”, you shout at him, shaking him violently before you are able to stop yourself.

“I thought you’d feel the same way but apparently, I’m nothing but a fool.”

“But I do.”

Before you’re able to shake him again, he grabs your wrists firmly and pulls you closer, the heat radiating from your body becoming unbearable to ignore.

“You’re right, you don’t deserve that I’m lying to your face. I should have told you about them a long time ago, should have been honest with you. The truth is, I fail to understand myself why that demon didn’t kill the boy yet. Master Urukodaki…He himself told me that she is under control and does not pose a threat. If there is the slightest chance she’ll turn into a human again I need to protect them both. He is special, (y/n).”

Everything is too much. His sudden outburst, the fact that there’s still a demon out there, Shinobu who told you over and over to not spare a single one of them.

“I can’t”, you cry out.

As if in trance you grab your sword again, sprint down the soft snowy ground in the direction of the boy and the demon. What are you supposed to do? Kill them, spare them, talk to them? That girl is a demon, she needs to get killed. But all the sings Giyuu said, that look on his face. You can’t ignore what he sees in them, the words of none other than master Urukodaki haunting you down. Maybe he is right. But still, she’s a demon, you’re a demon slayer, it’s your destiny to-

You land on the ground softly.

“Please don’t run away from me.”

Suddenly it feels even harder to breathe, your lungs getting pressed into the ground without any mercy. Was it another demon, an attack from behind? Your eyes dart upwards, searching for hold in the dim moonlight.

Only to get greeted by Gyiuu Tomioka’s ocean blue eyes.

“Stay.”

“I…can’t”, you press out, arms fighting against his larger frame.

He lays on top of you, his arms pinning you down onto the ground while the sheer weight of his body keeps you in place. You might be strong, a skilled demon slayer.

But he’s still Giyuu Tomioka.

“You lied to me! You played with me! Shin…Shinobu-san is here too! When she finds out what you did, that you helped a demon…Don’t you know that you might die!?”

It becomes more than urgent to you. None of this is about the fact that he helped a demon, that you fail to understand why he feels sympathy for that poor boy. It’s about the risk of losing Giyuu, his potential end as a pillar and his whole life. No other hashira will understand why he acted the way he did. And if Kagaya-sama thinks the same…You swallow away the big lump that forms in your throat, blink away the tears that threaten to fall again.

You can’t afford to lose him.

Instead of answering, Giyuu just stares down at you, gets lost in the ocean of your eyes. Oh, he always pondered about the fact how well water breathing suits you. With your movements being flowy like waves and your eyes reflecting the ocean itself, it wouldn’t be hard for him to stare at you all day. You are magnificent, so kind that the world doesn’t deserve you, well-liked by everyone else. Why is it him you’re staring at, why do you even care about the fact that he might die? It shouldn’t bother you, shouldn’t hit you the way it does.

“I love you!”, you finally cry into the night.

The unspoken words between both of you, the stinging true always present but never talked about. You love him with all your heart, with all you have.

And the thought of losing him kills you from the inside.

Gyiuu can’t believe his ears, still staring at you without even flinching. You…love him? A gorgeous girl like you who turns heads on a regular basis, so skilled that you’re even able to outstand Kyojuro’s training. Why would you love a man like him who has nothing to offer? Even if it makes his usual calm heart flutter in sheer excitement, even if he wants nothing more than closing the gap between your faces and get a taste of your lips, he stays right in place.

“Don’t worry about me. I will not escape my punishment.”

You let out your shaky breath, mind not able to process his words while your heart already shatters into a million tiny pieces.

“BUT I CARE!”

You grab his haori tightly, knuckles standing out white while you stare up at his unwavering eyes.

“I care about you! I don’t want you to die because of something like this, I don’t want to lose you!”

He should let go of you, should stand up and walk away. You don’t deserve the pain he puts you through, you never did.

But instead, his hands cup your cheeks gently. Instead, he leans down, closer and closer to your gorgeous face.

Instead, he presses his lips against yours.

You forget how to exist for a second. Is this…is this really happening? Gyiuu Tomioka laying on top of you, his firm body pressed against yours. Giyuu Tomioka, kissing you oh so gently. You feel like fainting and flying at the same time, as good as never before while a wave of stomach flutter hits you with full force.

How many times did you imagine in secret how it must feel to have him so close? All these countless nights you pondered about the feeling of his lips, how it must be to hug him. And now all of this is happening all at once.

“Now, what do we have here? Aren’t both of you supposed to kill the demon who just run away?”

He lets go faster than you’re able to react, his hand stretched out in order to help you off the ground.

“Shinobu-san”, you breathe out in sheer horror.

Your hands start trembling, glossy eyes darting towards her. How long is she here? What did she hear? Your stomach drops to the ground. Please, she didn’t hear about the stinging fact that Giyuu helped that demon, she didn’t-“

“Is it true that you wanted to spare this demon, Tomioka?”

You swallow hard, vision getting blurry. As much as you adore Shinobu with all your heart, you know as good as she does that helping a demon is strictly against the Corps rules. And even though you weren’t strong enough to stop him, from reporting his resistance.

Shinobu will.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he blankly stares at her, body positioning itself in front of her and you.

“(y/n), were you also involved into this? I thought you are a better demon slayer than that. You even have the chance to be a hashira! What a shame-“

“Stop”, Giyuu interrupts her.

“She tried to stop me multiple times.”

“Giyuu”, you mutter under your breath.

“Is that so? Well, isn’t the word of your crush enough to stop you? Aren’t you aware of what awaits you?”

You watch in horror as she storms towards him, her sword ready to hit him.

“So you’re really serious about saving a demon? So serious that you’re not only risking your life, but (y/n)’s as well?”

Their blades clash into each other over and over.

“Please stop, it’s not what you think!”, you desperately try to interrupt.

“I am not risking (y/n)’s life”, he clarifies.

“Oh, but you do? How are we supposed to know she didn’t help you? After all, everybody knows how close you are!”

You can’t escape the blush that creeps up your face immediately.

“T-that’s…n-not true!”

“And because (y/n) is important to me, I’d never put her life into danger.”

“I have a message from headquarters! Bring them back! Bring them back! Tanjiro, dressed in a checkered haori, with a scar on his forehead! Nezuko, a demon girl with a bamboo muzzle! Bring them back! Bring them back!”

Without another word, Shinobu puts her sword in her sheath and starts walking away. Oh, this is bad. Absolutely bad. Getting sent to the headquarters means only one thing…

“Don’t worry too much.”

Giyuu grabs your hand firmly, his eyes captivate you in an instant.

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you.”

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 10 months

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The Sacrifice Douma x Reader pt 2

Pairing: Douma x reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and scary water( I don’t wanna spoil too much lol)

Summary: Reader Meets the mysterious demon.

Enjoy!

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“Welcome little flower, I must say I almost didn’t recognize you”.

Those eyes… full of color and yet it’s like there’s nothing behind them. Like a sunny winters day. Deceptively warm. A chilling bite disguised by outward beauty.

Hanako excused herself and shut the door. Leaving you alone to your impending doom. You shifted on your feet. Feeling like a minuscule worm in front of a hungry hawk.

You fixed your eyes on the floor, not being able to take his piercing gaze for more than a few seconds.

“Hmm?” You heard the demon hum and then some shuffling. Soft footsteps echoed in the dim chamber.

“Are you afraid? Well I suppose you would be , you’ve been through a lot my dear. That nasty old man was so cruel wasn’t he?” the demons tone sounded concerned and pitiful but you knew it had to be an act. Demons didn’t feel emotions like that.

“But don’t worry, I took care of him already..” he hummed happily.

Took care? What did that mean exactly?

You looked up slowly, shaky eyes meeting his eerie smile. But not quite having the courage to make it to his eyes yet.

“W-what do you want from me..?” You couldn’t hold back the burning question any longer.

“Ah so you can speak haha, I was beginning to think my bride was a mute”.

…..

What did-

You must’ve heard wrong..

Surely he didn’t say..

No, there’s no way, he said bribe.. or scribe.. yeah maybe he needs a scribe…

“Well back to your question little flower, how much did that filthy noble tell you?”.

“H-he told me I was being sacrificed..to a demon..”

…

“That’s all?” The demon cocked his head.

“That’s all..” you shuffled your feet.

“Oh, no wonder you’re practically shaking, I’m not going to harm you my dear, why don’t you have a seat and I’ll explain a couple things.” He smiled and motioned to a small table in front of his throne thingy. Slowly you moved and sat with your knees tucked under. The demon sat on the other side.

“Aren’t you tired of staring at the table? Look at me little flower, I’d like to speak while actually looking at you.” You didn’t want to, but you also didn’t want to make the demon mad.

Reluctantly you lifted your head until you met those piercing eyes again. Full of beauty but again something was missing behind those eyes.

“Much better, under all that mud I couldn’t tell, but now I see you have the most captivating eyes. Like the color of my favorite flower. I suppose I couldn’t have picked a better name for you” he smiled like he was enjoying an evening of relaxing tea and cakes. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please stop…”

“Hm? Stop what little flower?” He cocked his head to the side. A habit of his it seemed.

“I… whatever this act is.. if you’re going to eat me then please get it over with… don’t make a fool of me..” ugh you had to go and open your mouth. That’s what always got you into trouble, that big mouth of yours.

The demons eyes widened a bit and a look of obliviousness passed his face.

“What ever are you talking about? Why on earth would I eat you?”

Is he being serious?

“B-because you’re a demon..what else would you want with me?”

“Well yes I am a demon, and I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy eating humans, but after the trouble I went through for you why do you think I would waste that by eating you?”

“B-but then-then why am I here??” Your voice raised slightly.

“Because you’re my bride of course.” He smiled like it was the most natural and obvious thing to say.

….

“…”

“Little flower?”

“I see” gracefully you stood up.

Douma only looked up curiously.

You smiled and bowed like you’d done a thousand times for nobles.

“Hm?”

It looked like the demon was going to open his mouth but before he could you spun around faster than a viper and in Douma’s opinion quite comically ran out the door leaving him amused and confused all in one.

“What a funny bride I have” he smirked resting his face on his knuckles leisurely.

Meanwhile you were chicken running across the household.

(I imagine something like this lmao, ignore the other guyXD)

Who?! What!? Where!? WHAT WAS HAPPENING!?

Dead, you must have frozen to death that night and this was your weird personalized hell.

No way this could be real. Did that demon really say you were his bride??

You almost let out a laugh. How obsurd. He was just playing with his meal but still, why did everything feel so damn confusing!?

Voices up ahead made you come to a screeching halt.

Quickly you dove into a nearby room, thankful it seemed to be empty and collapsed to the ground.

Your heavy breathes filled the silence of the room.

Just what the heck was happening to you?!

Your arms wrapped around yourself for comfort. Maybe running away from a demon lord wasn’t the best idea but he surely was powerful enough to stop you if he really wanted to.

Still you did what you always did, act first and think later. You’d probably made him mad and he was plotting your horrible end right now.

Chances of escaping a demon were low, you knew that but you at least had to try.

Sighing your eyes roamed around the dim little room you took refuge in. The only door was the one you came in through so that was out.

Tall shelves filled with books and scrolls lined the walls. It seemed like your only option was to nestle yourself behind them until dark, maybe then it would be easier to make your escape. The sun was already low in the sky so you knew you wouldn’t have to wait too much longer.

Whilst sitting in anxiety, curiosity also got the best of you. You reached for a wood bound book on the shelf in front of you.

The cover was etched with dark lines, swirled and straightened to make two figures. One feminine with long flowing hair and one masculine. The pair were embracing one another lovingly. You slowly ran a finger over the title trying to decode its meaning.

You knew how to read, but not better than a child. Unfortunately slaves were not given priority when it came to education.

Un-und

Under

The

Under the m-

Moonl

Under the moonlight

Under the moonlit s-sk sk sky

Aha!

Under the moonlit sky

You poked a finger under the wooden edge and turned it upwards.

You would’ve loved to try to read more but the pages were too dark, which meant your time to escape had come.

Gingerly, as to not aggravate your already aching body, you slowly got up.

You pressed your ear to the door.

Silence.

You let out a shakey breath before slowly sliding the door open.

The halls seemed empty which was a good start.

Tiptoeing quietly sounded like thunder striking on these creaky wooden floorboards.

Be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime you got behind the structure and onto open field. It was very hard to see, of course it was a moonless night because you always had shit luck.

The grass was soft under your sandals, damp still from fallen rain earlier that day you guessed.

You could vaguely make out some lantern light away in the distance. Seeing as you didn’t really have many options you started following it.

You tried not to let the darkness panic you. Thankfully your goal of escaping kept the short breathes and chest pain that being in the complete dark usually caused. Along with the horrible memories that paired with them…

Your thoughts must’ve distracted you too much or maybe it was because it was basically pitch black that you didn’t have time to react properly as your right foot descended down onto what was supposed to be soft grass and instead slid down something that gave way with a squish.

Your foot slid so suddenly down the mud that your whole body pitched forward tumbling into what you had first assumed would be a mud patch but to your horror what was supposed to be squishy was icy cold and wet.

It took your body being completely enveloped in the freezing waters to realize you fell into a body of water. A big one apperantly because as you desperately tried to find the ground with your feet you failed.

Flailing your legs and arms you tried to find the edge but it was so damn dark and you were in so much pain.

It didn’t help that you never quite learned to swim.

Your head tried to stay above but it was uselsss and soon you started taking big gulps of liquid.

You couldn’t-didn’t know how to stay afloat so you sank.

Deep

Deeper

And it was dark

So very dark

What a truly pitiful end.

You fought so hard these years and for what?

At least the demon wouldn’t have the satisfaction of tearing you apart.

Your lungs burned and you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.

So you let go.

God it was painful, the water rushing in.

Was it possible to cry underwater?

I wish I could’ve had more time

I wish

I-

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Oooh who could that be 🤭

Please lemme know what you think! Thanks for reading!

Part 3

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wonder-mei · 2 months

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The thief is kinda cute (MK1 Syzoth)

Author's note; reminder this is not a lore accurate to the Mortal Kombat universe. I write because they're hot. I also do no have beta reader or i read my fan fic from top to bottom to see any errors. I'm lazy okay.

She is not seeing things. She knows. A pastry she put on the table in the breakroom suddenly vanished but her coworkers said she ate it without remembering. Obviously she will remember what she eats. The pastry suddenly disappeared!

“I’m leaving now. Don’t hallucinate without me” her coworker laughs at the front door of the restaurant

“I’m not hallucinating! There is–”

“Yeah yeah, an invisible thing is living here. Don’t have to remind me. See you tomorrow” the colleague left leaving her alone for the night’s shift

“Hmm” she puffs out the annoyance. No one believes her that there are some materials and foods missing from time to time. But they all think she was imagining stuff. She went on the plan she had before going to her shift today; placing a freshly cooked fried rice in the break room then pretends she’s going to the restroom but this time with a twist. She going to lock the door

She waits for the restaurant to be clear from customers. She places a bowl of fried rice on the table “Oh no, i want to pee” she walks outside towards the toilet that is not far from the break room. She hides behind a shelf eyeing the bowl of rice. She waits for a few minutes and the spoon in the bowl floats!

With speed, she runs and locks the door. There’s a rush of footsteps inside the room twisting the knob “Reveal yourself ghost! I– i know a few recites that i am not afraid to use on you!” she grabs the nearest pan just for sure if the entity attacks her if it manages to break down the door. With bravery and curiousness, she unlocks the door and raise the pan to hit the entity but–

“Please don’t hurt me!” the nothingness pleas

“Huh?” the entity seems like standing in front of her “Show yourself demon!”

“I’m not a demon… i am–” from nothingness in front of her pops out a man in green. Taller and bigger than herself “I am Syzoth…” he holds both of his hand up

She stares at him still with the pan raised up to hit him “What is a Syzoth?”

“I am a human….?”

“Why are you questioning yourself? You are not human! Demon!” she ready to attack.

“Wait. Please!” he covers his face with his arms waiting for the impact but nothing. He lowers his arms to see her staring at him. Staring at his badly bandaged left arm.

“You are hurt” the bandage is full of dirt and dried blood. He never bandages a new one “There’s a first aid kit. I can help you” without waiting for his response, she takes out a first aid kit from a cabinet inside the break room. She gestured to him to sit. He did.

She squeamish at the sights of the wounds. It looks like someone scratches him deeply until can see a small sight of his flesh “You’re lucky it’s not infected”. She aids his wounds with care.

As she wraps his wounds with bandages, “You are not crazy…. I ate all the foods that were missing…”

“I know that i’m not crazy” she focuses herself wrapping the bandage

“I am sorry…”

“Are you alright? As in, are you doing fine? Why are you stealing?” she eyes him. He has beautiful eyes she admits herself

He shamefully looks away “I have no money to buy. I am sorry” he apologize again

She sighs “Don’t be sorry. I understand your situation just… don’t steal anymore. Just ask and i will give you” His wounds is now covered with new fresh bandage and got the right medicine for it

Syzoth examined the bandage “Thank you so much… i will leave now”

“Wait!” she holds his shoulder down not letting him stand up “Eat this” she slides the bowl of rice next to him “I already ate. It’s a waste to throw them out,right?”

He stares at her. How can she still smile at a thief like him? “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go on. I have to clean a bit. Enjoy” She left him to eat the fried rice to clean up what is left to be done before closing the restaurant. When she returns to the break room he’s already gone. She rushed to the back door,when she opened it he already stood there in the rain. His eyes fixed on her “Thank you. You are very kind… thank you so much”

She looks at him. Lost in his eyes “See you tomorrow?”

“Okay” with a nod. She closes the door, locking it. Without any reason, her heart is beating like crazy. She closes the restaurant as usual but tonight. She hears a distant footstep behind her but no one can be seen. He’s secretly failed to hide himself, Syzoth is eyeing her to her home safely. She smiles by herself feeling safe that he is watching over her.

The footsteps stop right after she enters her home. He left right after she closed and locked the door. She sleeps with a wide smile on her face.

The next day, she walks into her shift feeling thrilled. Her coworkers noticed her mood “Thinking about other ideas of yours to trap the scary demon?” they tease

“Hmph, actually he is not scary. Quite adorable. Soothing in the eyes”

The coworkers look at each other, weirded out and worried for her. “I told you she is crazy” someone whispers to the others. They all nod in agreement watching her happily clean the kitchen.

#mortal kombat x reader #mk reptile #syzoth x reader #reptile x reader #mortal kombat

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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Far From the Sun Pt. 2

This is the 2nd and final part, part 1 can be found here.

Male Alpha Yandere Demon x Feminized Omega Male Reader (CW: Demonic yandere, dubious consent, a/b/o dynamics, breeding, musk kink, claiming/biting, mpreg, Stockholm syndrome, feminized male reader, cockwarming) Word Count: 2.7k (Not my best work, but I hope someone enjoys this. Also the orcs that joined under him can pass into the human territories, but they are too few in number to be able to survive doing so, I labeled this as dub-con because of the heat combined with what I can only describe as the a/b/o equivalent of Stockholm syndrome.) You had been fearful that Aphelion would just take you then and there, as powerless as you were against him in his bedroom. Instead, mercifully, he did not. The demon had simply picked you up and sat on the bed with you on his lap. Several days had passed since the first night of your failed assassination attempt and Aphelion had not forced you to do anything too extreme yet, just an occasional kiss on the forehead or arm wrapped around you, or sitting on his lap. You mostly remained quiet, but he had managed to coax out your name. He knew that it would be better for him in the long run if you gave yourself to him willingly. And, to be honest, he had not expected your distressed omega pheromones to affect him so strongly, it made him much softer whenever he was near you. Despite you being a male he treated you like a fragile princess he had to care for. The demon’s scent also had a startling affect on you. Day by day the medicinal supplements and potions you had taken to suppress your omega nature slowly lost their efficacy. You had never had to endure the full brunt of an alpha’s scent without aid, let alone a powerful demon’s, and you certainly had never been allowed to have a heat at all. You found yourself starting to become comforted by his smell and by his constant presence. You had tried to escape a few times, but you were always swiftly caught and then forced to stay on his lap. The last time you even started leaking slick due to his proximity. You did not know what else to do, you did not want to be his mate. That wasn’t how you were taught the prophecy was supposed to go!!! Eventually you decided that you simply wouldn’t eat anymore. You’d rather starve than be his. It seemed like your only way out. “Come on my little human, aren’t you hungry? Are you sick?” He sounded genuinely concerned for you but you just continued to stare at your plate silently. “Come on princesssss, talk to me... please. Do you not like it? I can have something else made for you!” You remained quiet and pushed the plate away and got up from the table, about to make your way over to lay on the large chair he had by the window, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap. “It’s so cute when you’re all rebellious, but you really must eat (Y/N). I insist.” He yanked you into his lap and used one hand to angle your head a bit upwards and his other hand held a spoonful of soup to your mouth. “Here is how this can go (Y/N), you can either let me feed you, or I can cast a spell on you to control your body like a puppet and make you open your mouth for me. Maybe I have been too lenient with you.” You defiantly clenched your mouth shut. Aphelion would never dream of forcing you to do something sexually, he knew he would have you eventually, but you had to eat for your own good. So if he had to force you to do it then so be it. His eyes glowed red briefly and you went limp against him. “Now be a good girl and let me feed you.” You unwillingly opened your mouth and let him spoon feed you until your bowl was empty, you were conscious but had zero control over your own body. He ended his control over you and rubbed your back comfortingly. You responded by glaring up at him. “Don’t be such a brat. I am only taking good care of my mate.” Aphelion nuzzled his nose into your neck. “I swear you smell better everyday.” “Y-yeah, well, you don’t let me use any spells, medicine, or potions to hide my smell and suppress my omega traits!” You looked at him indignantly. You would be frustrated that you had to deal with your horrid anatomy and urges on a good day, let alone while dealing with being a glorified prisoner. “You shouldn’t use them so much. When was the last time you ever even had a proper heat anyway, you smell like you’re approaching one.” Aphelion held you close to his chest, his smell making you flustered again, this time more easily. “N-not that it’s any of your business demon, but I have never had one, they started me on things to prevent one before my first heat. My training to slay you and purge your evil from the realm did not allow for such distractions!” For the first time Aphelion lost the smug confidence in his voice. “What? Those things can kill you (Y/N)! It’s bad enough they put a lone unclaimed omega into enemy territory, but you were raised as a weapon your whole life? Not even allowed basic biological expression?” He resolved right then and there to treat you even better. He would shower you with love and affection and let you express all your omega needs and behaviors. “I don’t need your false pity! You’re an evil butcher.” You tried to pull away from him, but he didn’t let you. His pheromones got noticeably more intense and calming. Maybe it was a trick or maybe he really was capable of feeling sympathy, but you didn’t need it! “I offered the various races a chance to join me peacefully and only some of the orc and elf factions recognized my power and joined me. How is what I am doing any worse than the warring orcs and humans? They wish to dominate. But they are filled with bloodlust and greed. Once I unite everyone under one banner all of it will end. I am not a good person, but the most good will be done under my rule!” Aphelion kissed your neck gently. “I am sorry they propagandized you and hurt you. I’ll fix it though.” The large demon sat you down on a chair and went towards the bed. You were in denial, the humans and elves weren’t the bad guys! They just wanted freedom… but they weren’t exactly free under their current kings… but… they were their own kings at least…? If things were that bad surely they’d have overthrown their rulers! You remained deep in thought, not paying attention to what Aphelion was doing, until he cleared his throat to get your attention. “I put various fabrics, clothing, and pillows on the bed for you. You should make a nest. You probably have never gotten to satisfy that extinct…” You got up nervously and approached the bed and assortment of nest making supplies. You had once been caught making a nest and had received a harsh beating for doing so. The memory made you shudder and your hands shook as they reached for a blanket. Surely it wouldn’t cause any harm to just make a nest right? “Go ahead. You can be an omega here okay?” He gave you a reassuring smile. The demon lord really wanted you to be happy here, every omega had a need to nest, plus it would help you bond with him. You sniffed through through the supplies and used a lot of soft pillows, you also added a lot of his scented laundry. You did not want to consciously admit it, but his pheromones were amazing. They soothed you and made you fill a fluttery fire in the pit of your tummy. You laid blankets in the center. It looked like a bird nest made mostly of clothing. It felt really nice to build it, like some secret part of you was finally free. Aphelion couldn’t be all bad if he made you feel like this could he? He could have easily overpowered and forced himself inside you...

While having that thought and sniffing absentmindedly at the underarm of a shirt you were about to add as the last piece of your nest you suddenly felt a wave of warmth spread through you. You felt quite tired and wobbly and had an urge to just rest in your new nest. You got on the bed and crawled into the nest, pulling a nice blanket over you. If someone had told you a week ago that you would be bundled up in on the bed of The Demon King Aphelion and felt not only safe but strangely content you would have passed out from laughter. “D-don’t think I like you or want you as a mate… I just really wanted to make a nest and you happen to not smell too awful, it isn’t like I have any other options...” You were still in denial about your growing attraction to him. He constantly doted on you, took care of you, you even kinda liked that he teased you and called you a princess or girl a lot. But you had been raised since birth to despise him, to kill him, so you could not just accept him as a mate like that. Even though you were going to bed so early Aphelion got in beside you and draped his arm over you protectively. “H-hey, get off!” But despite your protests you scooted into his hold. That night, in your brand new nest with your totally not-mate Aphelion holding you, you had the best sleep you had ever had. You woke up feeling hotter and more flustered than ever, you found yourself laying atop a sleeping Aphelion, slick leaking like a waterfall onto his crotch, with his arms wrapped loosely around you and his bulge rubbing against you. He was still sound asleep but you were panicking. Why did you get on top of him in your sleep? Why were you making so much slick? Why were you so fucking horny and why did Aphelion smell even better than he did yesterday? You clung to him and grinded your cock against him desperately. All you wanted was more of him right now. How he was still asleep you had no idea, but you crawled up his body and nuzzled into his underarm and then further up into the scent gland in his neck. That was the moment you accepted that you thought of him as your mate. The people who raised you made you suffer but Aphelion never did. When he awoke to the scent of your arousal, the feeling of you nuzzling into his neck, and the sensation of your slick drenching him he thought for sure that he had to be dreaming. The demon finally had you willingly wanting to mate with him. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides and you felt even hotter at his touch. You licked, sniffed, and nuzzled his neck aggressively as he peeled off all your sweat and slick soaked clothing. Aphelion pulled his pants down, freeing his scarily large prick. He wanted to just pound into you. You wanted him to just pound into you. But the demon was larger than any human and he knew even a nice stretchy omega hole would need some preparation first. Aphelion hoisted you up and set you back down right on his face, you fit perfectly between his horns. The demon slid his tongue over your hole, enjoying the immense flavor of your slick before gently sliding it into you. The appendage was certainly unlike any human tongue, stretching deeply into you, licking and prodding every inch of your ass, massaging and prepping you. You cried out and gripped his horns like handlebars as your thighs squeezed together from the first orgasm of the day. Cum dribbled from your cock as a torrent of slick almost threatened to drown your demonic mate. He pulled you off his face as he sat up and sat you on his lap, facing him. Aphelion kissed you deeply and you moaned softly, melting into the kiss as he gave you as taste of yourself. He broke the kiss. “Are you ready for me to breed you my sweet (Y/N)?” He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in all of creation. “Yes! Pl-please, I need it so bad Aphelion!” You were so blissed out it took all your effort to mumble out those words. You felt him lift you up again, his hands spreading your cheeks as he lowered you directly on to his drooling cock. His tongue had stretched you so well that he slipped inside easily even with his massive member. You wanted to cry. It just all felt so right. Nesting, inhaling his scent, mating. How could things that feel so right be wrong? How can a being that makes you feel so good be evil? He started slow, each deliberate thrust into you coaxing another girly moan from your lips. “Such a good little mate for me~ I’m going to knot you, going to fill you full of seed~” He was almost as lost in pleasure as you were, softly nuzzling into your overly sensitive neck before picking up the pace. Your naturally produced lube leaked down and covered his fat full nuts as they smacked loudly against your ass every time he pushed into you. No longer able to contain himself he went from nuzzling your neck to biting your gland there deeply, causing you to writhe in equal parts pain and pleasure. Once more cumming from the overwhelming sensations of sex with your demonic lover. As he slammed into your juicy hole relentlessly his climax wasn’t far behind. Aphelion impaled you deeply and loaded you full of his hot demon seed as his knot sealed you two together. You finally felt, for the first time in your life, that some deep seated need buried within you had finally been fulfilled. Your heat and the vigorous mating you had just enjoyed exhausted you, and you could not exactly go anywhere all knotted up like this, so you laid against his chest and fell into the most content sleep of your life. The King of Demons licked your claim mark and kissed your forehead, “Such a good mate, my little hero (Y/N)~” Over the course of your heat you mated at every opportunity. Stopping only when he made you to eat or when you were too tired and fell asleep right on his knot. It was like every heat you had ever suppressed had come back all at once to make up for lost time. You even impaled yourself on his cock right in the throne room when he had to attend to ruling his territory. When you fucked on the thrown he would help you straddle his lap and he’d use you as his personal cock warmer, slowly rocking his knot against your soft insides for hours, while attending to matters of state. Your deep primal urge for your mate to knock you up and be with him at all times, especially so soon after claiming, overrode any embarrassment you might have otherwise felt. Aphelion had no issue at all with it, he was content to breed and knot you whenever his small little omega boyfriend needed it. He thought it was adorable how you tired yourself out riding him and jerking your cock until you fell asleep in his arms with his prick still firmly knotting you. If any of his underlings had a problem with it they surely did not dare say anything. He was not a violent ruler, but he was large and intimidating and he could be very cold at times. Unlike many alphas he let you bite and claim the scent glands on his neck to deepen your bond and prove he did not think you were lower than him for being human or an omega. Immediately after your heat Aphelion got you your own thrown installed next to his, matching it perfectly, but smaller. He wanted you to have a more comfortable place to sit than just his lap. Especially since you were pregnant with his spawn. He adorned you with a dainty crown and jewels that matched your eyes. Now you really looked like a princess and he had everyone treat you as such. You were happy with how the prophecy worked out, once the war was over everyone would be united under your wonderful alpha~

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philosophicalparadox · 8 months

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How would Mephisto seduce or Court a woman in this modern day and age?

Since he is archaic I imagine that he is suffering nowadays since the old ways don’t work on Gen Z Generation anymore.

Archaic, but flexible. And for that reason Japan is the absolute best place he could be for sexy times.

THIS IS A MONSTEROUSLY LONG POST I AM SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A NERRRRRD. ALSO SOME PRETTY DARK MATERIAL AHEAD! Can’t talk about a lawless, libertine devil doing courtship in Japan and not reveal some of the darker aspects of the culture as relates to that subject or how he would probably handle it, given his ancientness.

TL;DR: Mephisto is a lecherous creep in the absolute perfect country to be a lecherous creep in and you bet your bottom he takes full advantage of that; that being said, he would rather stay out of troublesome trouble with legal authorities and such, thank you. Too many people would have to die. :)

Honestly I think it really would depend on where he was or where the woman he us seducing is from

If he is seducing women in True Cross then has gonna have a whole other kind of time trying lol, cause of all the cultural mixing in it. I imagine the city culture of True Cross is pretty similar to someplace like Seoul, Singapore, or Hong Kong, those having much more diversity than city Tokyo. Parts of it might even resemble San Francisco's Japan Town, which is a mixed cultural oddball of...unique, nature. Given that that is the case, and that there's so much diverse religiosity there, I would wager Mephisto has to be damn careful of what he does with whom in order to not get in trouble culturally; offending one or two women wouldn't be so bad, but get enough of them talking and his reputability would tank..

He might be a God, but trouble with the law is no fun for anyone either, even if all he has to do is offer a great tip and send them on their merry way. It's still inconvenient and brings him into a realm of the public sphere he would rather not be in if he gets caught at it too many times. (Let that imply what it will). What's more he does rely somewhat on his reputation, and is very careful to groom that public image into one which makes him attractive and repulsive at the same time, to differing people.

All that said, I personally HC that Mephisto is the one saying no more often than the other way around; he is, after all, rich and influential, and a foreigner of sorts, (more on why those are specifically relevant later) and to those who know it a demon, and those who know more still, a God. Humans are a competitive species, and lord knows the lengths lesser men and women have gone to in search of the yoke that is Power. He may be flirtatious with his staff, (and students) but I doubt he would go out of his way to sleep with too many of them, since they might take that to presume he is their ladder to the top and try to step on him accordingly. Such arrogance would only be invited if it was for the sake of watching them fall from a great height while he cackled all the while at their misery.

- but for the sake of argument I'll assume he's trying to catch some tail in Japan from a Japanese woman first cause i get the feeling he's there for those reasons too.

This is gonna get LONG. I grew up with exchange students and I really wanted to live in Japan once upon a time, so have done massive cultural research for years. I promise it's relevant to your hypothetical question...mostly. More under the cut so this doesn’t overtake the dashboard:

Now, Meph is doubtlessly on top of modern courting methods; he needs to be, for a variety of reasons, among them keeping tabs on Rin and Yukio since he is their guardian. Which is particularly important, because compared to western ideas of Courtship (Formal Dating) or just "Dating", Japan's cultural expectations are...well kinda outdated, to be honest. "Traditional" is a word I would use. This works out great for Mephisto in some respects, but not in others. You'll see what I mean.

For the sake of context, "Courtship" in either formal or informal form in Japan between two individuals is extremely private, and therefore quite variable, actually, once you get to the bedrooms - but you have to actually get to the bedrooms first. The basic steps to this for most people, even in modern day Japan, are "guy asks girl to hang out in public a few times, girl asks guy to hang out at her house with parents chaperoning, girl goes to guys house with his parents chaperoning, if parents of girl approve of guy they're allowed to be alone sometimes and if parents of guy approve of girl they miiiiight let her stay the night." Of course young couples don't always follow this guideline, especially in more diversified areas of Tokyo, but it's the culturally expected one. (And there's a ton more nuance to it that I'm not even gonna cover. I am aware this model is still especially prevalent in most of Asia but it feels....different, in Japan. Its hard to describe why it feels different, but it does. Its the little things.)

But when it comes to seduction, you can't really go wrong with the classics, and him being an out and out foreigner means A) he is pretty much never going to win the (formal) courtship game unless he outright pays off the parents, who can stay involved in this process for their most their daughters life, and B) he gets special privileges when it comes to seducing women and men alike. :)

Why? Because Japanese people don't outright expect foreigners to know "the rules" and sometimes actively count on them being broken. For instance, it's technically against "the rules" to jump right to Guy Invites Girl to His Mansion...but he's not Japanese, so this wouldn't be regarded as sleazy the same way as if he was. :) bet your ass he uses his Gaijin status to its fullest benefit with that kind of shit.

What's more, Meph has Power and Money and that warrants some rule breaking in its own right. ;]

Now, to the part of this discussion i was avoiding: Mephisto would have literally the easiest time ever " "seducing" " a typical japanese woman, because, and I quote, Japanese women "don't say no" - in quotes because obviously they do, but they're conditioned not to, (and men are conditioned not to listen) culturally, and though that's changing, (thank god) the change has been slow and only really seen in upscale urban areas where there's more population power and the court of public opinion has the ability to punch well above its weight, for good or ill. Rape is one of the most commonly committed , most commonly under- addressed crime in Japan for a reason. With that in mind, and acknowledging that our dear clown man has no fixated moral compass to speak of, I leave the definition of his "Seduction" up to your interpretation there.

I also want to point out that Women especially "dont say no" to men with money and power who their parents " really like" - though they might have more bargaining power against a foreigner, traditionally, all that becomes rather moot in the face of Principle and Profit. It is nowhere NEAR as common as it used to be, but there are still men out there who are willing to "sell" their daughters to wealthy men in the hopes they can get a quick buck from it, or use it as extorsion by working the public opinion against the guy (in this case Meph) to defame him. Sex and politics; and no doubt dear Meph gets caught up in the sway of all of that, being a businessman and a "gentleman" with a bad habit of swooning the ladies.

He's a "traditionalist" all right. And why wouldn't he be? This is how it's worked for most of human history, why stop now? Humans are, after all, more like playthings to him, animals, than autonomous beings. They want to play medieval politics? Pffft, he's been doing this for millennia, and he knows how to rig the game in his favor - so what if she isn't the most willing participant? Just means he has to up his Game and get her to change her mind...or not, either way, the deal has to happen, and the Devil will always take what he is owed, one way or another. The fact it is not necessarily something he will be directly implicated for if it does go pear shaped is just a bonus of where he has set up camp; reports against high ranking officials or very wealthy men are vanishingly rare, in a country where reports are themselves uncommon.

So getting into bed with a Japanese woman would be a piece of cake for him. Maybe too much of a piece of cake sometimes...

However, moving away from such a dark subject for the moment, one of the benefits of the fact intimacy is so insanely private is that Japan, culturally, doesn't have a lot of sexual taboos, with the exception of anything exhibition-y, because again, sex and intimacy are supposed to be private things. Sex shops are freaking everywhere in (urban) Japan, hiding in some of the most unexpected places. You want kinky? You can find a place in the Tokyo area for sure that sells it in every conceivable flavor, including many that westerners consider outright wrong or strange. The sky is the limit, so on the off chance he should encounter someone with more exacting tastes, there's nothing cultural-taboo wise to really be stopping them from having a good time. :)

Of course personal opinions vary, but (somewhat ironically) the general Japanese view is that if you aren't bothering anyone else with it, then it's fine/ alright. If, however, you are disturbing your neighbor or otherwise making it a public problem, you can be in some cases fined or even arrested for causing a disturbance.

Sooooooooo with that I hope I’ve nerded you out enough. :)

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #mephisto pheles #blue exorcist meta #tw SA

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seducemefanficsandheadcanons · 2 months

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Please please make a fic where it’s angsty and sad but after SMTO demon war James becomes king and is like “bros you can go home” and how the brothers would react to seeing Mika with her memories gone?? If you don’t vibe with this that’s fine I understand that lol

Hi! So, this might not be exactly what you are asking for. But I have had a fic in mind for a while now post bad ending, inspired by this story. So, this one shot may be implemented into that story in the future, which is why the ending might seem slightly incomplete. I hope you enjoyed what I have written, and I promise when I get around to writing the entire fic, it will be much better. This has inspired me to start planning it a bit more, so thank you!

Without James, there was nothing

The group sat in the living room of Sam and Carry’s small apartment, emotions and tension high. James was now the demon lord, and Mika was baptized, and James willingly gave her to them. She was in his arms, and she gave up. Sam kept his fist clenched, shaking from anger, when Damien spoke. “He didn’t want to.”

Erik swallowed hard, unable to process the events that had unfolded. He had tears in his eyes as he spoke. “He had her in his arms. He had options.”

Carry, like the other wives, had tears falling down her face. Her and Mika were quite close, she’d even been the one Mika called regarding her nightmare of James. She was heartbroken to know Mika would have her memories wiped but could only imagine the impacts the decision was having on James. She knew the feeling of needing to keep a loved one safe.

Ultimately, the boys, plus Carry, decided to find Mika while the wives left for home. Carry followed along, hoping there was a chance of retrieving her memories.

Upon arriving, Damien could hear her thoughts. They were frantic, confused, and scared. “She’s up.”

Matthew looked to Damien, hopeful. Damien frowned, staring at the door. “She doesn’t remember anything, and she might try to attack us, so be careful.”

Sam took a deep breath and opened the door, the others following close behind him. When the door shut, the boys heard a faint shriek from the master bedroom. Matthew noticed Simon, who sat idly on a nearby table, but instead of being scared of the creature, he was happy. Simon could watch after Mika if they couldn’t. Hearing his thoughts, Damien placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Damien had become more efficient in controlling his mind reading abilities, but Mika’s were so frantic, that all of his training and spells were no aid in blocking her out. Unable to take it anymore, Damien began to ascend up the stairs, the others following behind him. That was until Mika stepped out of the room, holding a baseball bat in a defensive position. “What do you want with me?” She yelled; her eyes scared yet determined. Sam would’ve smirked in any other situation, knowing all too well of Mika’s incredible ability to defend herself.

Damien put his hands up defensively. “Hey, we aren’t here to hurt you. We’re friends.”

Mika furrowed her brows, tightening her grip on the bat. “Where am I?”

Matthew bit his lip, swallowing his tears, while Erik spoke up, his tone calm, a large contrast to his thoughts. “Well, Princess, this is your home.”

Mika didn’t move, but her eyes trailed the mansion. There were pictures of her and others, assumingly family and friends. One stood out to her, a picture near the staircase including her and the men in front of her, but one of the faces made her freeze.

He was incredibly handsome, slightly disheveled black hair and glasses with a suit that made him appear much too dressed for the occasion. He was looking at Mika, his eyes full of love and admiration.

She didn’t know why but seeing him made her chest squeeze painfully and her tears that she’d been holding back began to fall. Slowly she lowered the bat, keeping it in her grasp. “What happened to me?”

Carry, who’d been silently trying to sense angelic activity, moved around Damien and smiled kindly. “You had your memory wiped, by angels. If you’d like, I can try to retrieve them for you.”

The boys all let out a startled gasp. “Carry, are you sure?” Sam asked.

Carry nodded, stepping closer to Mika. “I promise, we aren’t going to hurt you.”

Eventually, the group all gathered in Mika’s bedroom. Carry had Mika lay down on the bed, lightly laying her head across her lap. Carry looked at the boys, who were on edge as they watched their friend- no. Family. Mika was family, practically a sister.

Carry’s eyes flashed white briefly, Mika’s following suit, before suddenly Mika shot up, looking around at the boys.

She remembered everything. Her fiancé, Raestrao. He’d given her to the angels. He gave her up.

He’d given up on her.

She began to sob violently, her body shaking with sadness, love, heartbreak, betrayal, confusion. She felt it all as she remembered how she ended up here, why she couldn’t remember anything but her name.

The boys stared at her while Damien spoke, his voice breaking. “She remembers.” is all he could say before moving to sit with Mika. She’d barely even registered they were still there; she was so caught up in her grief to notice.

“Mika.” Damien said quietly, not wanting to scare her.

Mika didn’t respond, her face pressed against her knees which she had curled herself around at one point. She was so confused. She loved James with every fiber of her being, why would he do that? Why wouldn't he keep fighting for them?

Finally, she looked up at the boys, her eyes red and swollen. They had all been crying, some more openly than others. She couldn’t bring herself to speak, and the boys seemed to notice as Sam walked up and pressed a hand against her upper back. “It’s gonna be alright. We got you.” He said, determined to protect her from any more threats. She’d just been through a shit storm and a half; the boys would do anything to help her.

Mika swallowed hard, finally speaking. She’d meant for her voice to be strong and confident as usual, but it came out weak and timid. “He isn’t coming back, is he?”

Erik wiped his face and lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “No, Princess.”

Mika nodded absentmindedly, unable to make eye contact with the men in front of her. Her eyes stung, but she barely felt it. She felt numb, barely registering the brothers and wives who’d come to visit trying to get her to eat. Barely registering her lack of sleep. Barely there. Without James, there was nothing there.

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wishfullyeternal · 9 months

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Aziraphale x Crowley- A Hopeless Encounter

A/N- I am well aware that I never post on here anymore, however, this piece would not leave my head and I had to make a story out of it. I'm trying to improve my craft on this one, so plot and emotions were not my first thought when writing this piece. I plan to continue it, but who knows. I'm much busier than I was when I was fifteen, now working two jobs and going to college full time, but I try and find time to write. I digress, most of you don't care. Anyways, enjoy the story! Requests are open, but again, I don't post on here very much, so unless it's something I really want to write, I probably will not get to it.

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Warnings- General Violence

"Sit. Down!" The demon ordered, staring at the pair. Aziraphale obeyed quickly, leaning himself against the dark dank walls of hell, smiling nervously towards Crowley. The back of his shirt had become stained with thousand-year-old dirt and grime, but he didn't care. The coat (which had stayed stain-free for over one hundred years) was the last thing on Aziraphale’s mind.

If you would have told the pair what was just about to happen to them, they would have laughed straight in your face. Much like the way a classmate would when proving they were right about a preposterous rumor.

Aziraphale closed his eyes for a split second, wishing he was back at his bookstore. There was a stale mildew scent in the air that made his nose turn up. He hoped Crowley had some type of plan to get them out of here, but with one look at the Demon, he realized Crowley was as useless as he was.

“Don’tcha think Hell has better things to worry about than little ol’ me?” Crowley spoke, feigning innocence, with large black sunglasses shading his eyes. He didn’t need them down here, but they were a type of comfort to him, knowing the Demon couldn’t see the serpent that lay beneath.

Aziraphale had learned over the thousands of years to read Crowley quite well underneath his “cool” shades. (Aziraphale thought they were quite tacky, but didn’t let him know, of course) Right now, both Aziraphale and Crowley had no idea why they were dragged into the pits of hell, on a Wednesday morning, during their time at St.James’ Park. It was a shame really, Aziraphale had really looked forward to seeing Crowley. They had both been quite busy with saving the world and all that, so it was nice to meet each other just to talk.

“Sit down Crowley,” Beelzebub said, appearing through the iron wrought door that held them. Cobblestone walls surrounded them, and a slight drip could be heard from the right wall, where a puddle of mystery liquid lay. Aziraphale didn’t dare go near it, and Crowley was too busy snarking back at Beelzebub to even notice.

“I really don’t understand it, if you would please explain o’ holy one, I would- for once- be greatly appreciative…” Crowley trailed off, still standing. Although Crowley was a bit taller than Beelzebub, the Prince of Hell was–well, the Prince of Hell. Definitely not someone Crowley wanted to be around, definitely not while in this situation. The other demon who had led them in had already left, but neither Aziraphale nor Crowley had noticed. Aziraphale had his eyes fixed on Crowley, and Crowley had his eyes fixed on Beelzebub.

“Your Angel,” Beelzebub started. Crowley couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that they had called Aziraphale his Angel. The two words floated around his head. Crowley had been pining for that Angel since the first time they met in Eden. The way the blond’s wings wafted over his head, protecting him from the first rain. The way he smiled when he was nervous. So afraid of doing the wrong thing. Crowley didn’t dream, but if he did, he was absolutely certain that they would all revolve around his Angel. Perhaps his Bentley as well… But he would never admit such a fact. Admitting he was attached to the Angel was admitting he was weak. He was not weak. Crowley was far from it. Crowley had bound up those feelings so far into his (lack of) soul, that it barely bothered him. (Of course, it bothered him more than anything in the entire world, even the end of it, but even Crowley couldn’t swallow that truth.)

“He’s got something we want…” Beelzebub continued, sneering at Crowley, seemingly disgusted by his very existence. The flies that swarmed around their head seemed to hasten, syncing with their emotions.

“I promise-” Crowley pouts, pointing at the Angel who had sat down on the floor, in the most proper way he could.

“He couldn't even hurt a fly! He has nothing you want,” Crowley knew Beelzebub wouldn’t believe him, they had no reason to. As far as Beezlebub was concerned, Crowley should have been dead over five thousand years ago, and they both were eerily aware of that fact. Crowley also knew that Aziraphale was strong, much stronger than Hell assumed. Aziraphale, if he wanted to, could be as much an angel as Sandalphon, Michael, or even Gabriel. (In a violent way, of course, he was always a perfect angel to Crowley) But Crowley didn’t want Hell to know this fact, it would be just another dart for Hell to throw at them.

“Sit down Crowley. I have nothing to say to you.” Beezelbub said yet again, forcing the Demon to sit on the ground, and began to stalk over to the Angel. Crowley knew this room had demonic sigils, preventing the prisoners from using magic to escape, but perhaps they hadn’t messed with Aziraphale’s powers. He hoped. As soon as the thought ran through Crowley’s mind, Aziraphale began to yelp in pain, and a searing sigil burned into the top of his hand, in mostly the same Enochian language that Crowley assumed was on the other side of the door. Crowley was rusty on the language- but assumed it was binding Aziraphale’s powers as well. As the burning orange flesh melted into black characters, Crowley cringed.

“Don’t you touch him!” Crowley started, forcing himself up from the ground, and starting towards the injured blond. Aziraphale looked towards Beezelbub, trying his best not to seem alarmed, or scared at the fact that he was indeed helpless. They both were.

“Crowley!” Beelzebub yelled again, pushing their palm out and magically binding Crowley’s hands and feet together. Letting him trip over himself and fall face-first onto the concrete floor. There was a large scrape left on his right temple, and blood was slowly dripping out of his nose. He brought his tied hands to his head, rubbing the scrape to try and soothe it. Aziraphale gasped in surprise, yet said nothing. He had nothing to say.

Beelzebub snapped and Crowley’s mouth was gone, filled with skin. Aziraphale furrowed his brows, trying his best to get up and make his way toward the ginger, but Beelzebub blocked the way, their stature standing tall over Aziraphale.

“You aren’t going anywhere, you pathetic excuse for an Angel. Or rather, a principality.”

Aziraphale’s face was contorted in a sort of rage only found in the nicest of angels. One where you could barely sense it was there. Aziraphale never showed his anger on his face, but it was blatantly obvious that Beelzebub’s use of rank had deeply offended him.

“What could you possibly want from me? I’m a principality after all. I just follow orders.” While both Beezlebub and Crowley knew that was a lie, Beelzebub seemed to ignore it, resting their fingers in the shaggy curls of the Angel, pulling the blond hair taut.

“You don’t understand how much power I have over you right now. Not even your little Demon could help you now. I could kill you…” Beelzebub trailed off, looking around the room, staring upwards at a flickering incandescent light, emitting a slightly annoying buzzing sound that barely went above the sound of flies buzzing around the Prince’s head. Aziraphale begged Beelzebub, unaware of what they wanted.

“I don’t know anything,” Aziraphale said, and Beelzebub tightened their grip around the tufts of hair, pulling his head uncomfortably up, exposing his throat. His Adam’s apple was bobbing uncomfortably, and Beelzebub’s free hand grabbed his chin, forcing his head to look straight at them. Both Aziraphale and Crowley were dancing on the edge of a knife, waltzing towards a terrible fate.

Instead of explaining to them what Beelzebub wanted from Aziraphale, they simply kicked the poor angel straight into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. (Aziraphale technically didn’t need to breathe, but it was a human formality he had grown used to.) Aziraphale grunted, the pain flourishing around his belly and through his body. Beelzebub roughly let go of the Angel. Aziraphale grimaced and held the spot where Beezlebub had kicked, shaking his head softly, trying to rid himself of the pain. Crowley tried his best to scream profanities- but was silenced by the lack of a mouth. Instead, he decided on trying his best to drag himself towards the Angel, who was still holding his stomach.

“I’ll be back, behave yourselves.” Beezlebub laughed at their own attempt at a joke and walked out the door, flies following obediently. Crowley’s mouth reappeared as they left, and he gasped at the new feeling of air filling it. At the same time, the binds had left his arms and legs, and he rubbed the places where they had been, before wiping his nose of the semi-coagulated ichor.

“Oh, Angel c’mere…” He motioned for the Angel to lean himself against him. Before he did, Aziraphale gently rubbed the dried ichor from the scrape on his temple. Aziraphale leaned his head into the crook where Crowley’s neck met his shoulders. The warmth there was enough to soothe the pain that radiated from Beelzebub's kick. Crowley wrapped an arm around Aziraphale and gently ran his fingers through the Angel’s thick curls.

“It’s okay, it’ll be alright…” Crowley said. His words didn’t match his feelings, Crowley had no idea what Beelzebub wanted, nor how he was going to get the both of them out of there. The room felt like it was shrinking, and suddenly the puddle that was once fifteen feet away, felt like it was two feet away. Everything was seeping in on them, and neither the Demon nor the Angel had a way out. It was hopeless. Crowley continued to slowly brush the Angel’s hair, using his other hand to trace the sigil on the top of his palm. It burned the tips of Crowley’s fingers, but he didn’t care.

“I’m so sorry Crowley, I really do apologize-” Crowley put a hand up to silence Aziraphale.

“You know I would go to heaven and hell for you Angel…” Crowley quieted himself at the end and didn’t even realize what he was truly saying.

Aziraphale just nuzzled his head further into Crowley’s neck, letting the feeling of his friend envelope him in a soft glow. It was hopeless, but at least they had each other.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fluff #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #a z fell #fanfiction #fanfic #aziracrow #good omens 2

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jo-harrington · 10 months

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Jo, my love 🤍

For a little Heaven/AASB prompt: A Nightmare on Elm Street

Chelsea my love 💜 This has been sitting in my drafts for so long. (The last blurb game I played.) I love you and know you needed a little time to feel better, but hopefully this can make you smile a little. Sorry this is so late, I am TRASH.

Haven't ready Heaven yet? Find it here. And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

December 1984

It had been a month.

A month full of nightmares and worry and tentative touches.

Eddie walked on eggshells around you, making sure you knew how much he cared about you—how much he loved you—while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, hoping to soothe whatever demons lurked just beyond your consciousness.

But he couldn’t deny it anymore.

You lied to him.

And he needed to confront you about it.

“You saw Nightmare on Elm Street without me,” he exclaimed as you opened the door to greet him, ready for a night in.

Your previously excited expression fell.

“Eddie, I—”

“Nope,” he interrupted and pushed past you into your apartment. “I don’t wanna hear it. You said you didn’t want to go with me and you went anyway.”

After the whole incident that night in November—the one that had you practically clawing at his door, covered in soot and muck and smelling like smoke—he had treaded carefully. You had put on a brave face but he knew that you weren’t ok.

You flinched when he touched you if you didn’t expect him to. If you spilled any gas when you went to fill up your car, you’d scrub and scrub your hands until the skin was raw and throbbing.

However, the nights where you stayed together—whether at your apartment or at the trailer—and you woke up panting and in a cold sweat were the worst.

Which was why he didn’t protest when you turned down seeing the movie with him, despite having been excited several weeks before when you’d seen the preview for it on tv.

“That looks absolutely amazing. I can’t believe they’re waiting for November. They should have released it for Halloween!” You gushed.

“Listen, that Terminator movie seems pretty cool too,” he justified. “We’ll just have to wait.”

So the two of you waited, and Eddie waited even longer, it seemed.

He didn't bring it up when the Hawk began advertising it on the marquee--he thought he was giving you time before springing a nightmare monster on you--but at Thanksgiving, Wayne had mentioned it after the commercial popped up during dinner and you immediately became flighty.

"That the movie you kids were thinking' of seeing?" he asked around a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Yeah, we need to get tickets before the Hawk features another show." Eddie turned to you. "How 'bout it, angel? You're off tomorrow."

"Oh, umm," you pushed your fork through your macaroni and cheese and shrugged. "I'm kind of...tired. I was just gonna stay in, if you wanted to just come over and watch movies with me there."

Eddie agreed, of course. Not only was he eager for any amount of time he could spend with you, he just...didn't want to push you before you were ready. He also didn't want to be the kind of boyfriend who steamrolled you just because he wanted to do something.

He'd been around enough assholes like that and he knew, whether you explicitly said it or not, that you had been too.

Still...he really didn't want to wait until Family Video had the tape for rent.

So on the last day that it was at the Hawk, some dull little Wednesday at the beginning of December, he went. Brought Jeff, Gareth, and Dave under the guise of it being a treat for a great set the night before. (They really had done a good job.)

And on the way out, he noticed the poster still hanging outside of the box office. The creepy claws, Heather Langenkamp's petrified gaze. Maybe seeing the movie would be too much for you, but the poster would look really good on the otherwise-barren walls of your little apartment.

So told the boys to wait in the van so he could beg and plead and possibly bribe the theater manager--one of Rick's fishing buddies--to give the poster to him.

Imagine Eddie's surprise when the older man pulled a post it off the side of the cash register and said it was already spoken for. That surprise only increased tenfold when he recognized your name and phone number scrawled there.

Eddie asked when you'd claimed it.

"Yeah, a big group from Bradley's came by right before Thanksgiving" the manager shrugged. "You know old Tim likes to do...what do they call it? Team building? Whatever new fangled ways that you get out of paying out a holiday bonus."

Eddie didn't know how to feel...he knew you kept secrets...he did too. It wasn't that the two of you were lying to one another, per se...this certainly felt like a lie though.

Why wouldn't you just tell him you had seen the movie?

The two seconds it took for the theater manager to take a breath and get to his feet were an eternity for Eddie, and in that eternity, he spiraled in insecurity. His doubt in you, in your relationship, in himself.

He didn't want to do it. Didn't want to be this way. But what else should he think--could he think--but that it was his fault when everyone left?

The theater manager exited the box office and walked over to the poster display. He fished keys from his back pocket and unlocked the little window, then pulled the poster out and handed it to a numb Eddie, oblivious to his internal conflict.

"She said it was some kind of surprise for her boyfriend," the manager explained. "But...you're practically Rick's kid. I can't say no to you Ed. Just don't tell anyone where you got it. I don't want to get some kind of phone call saying I'm...out to destroy young love or something."

Just like that, all of the doubt exited his body.

Now here he was, standing before you as you stammered and tried to explain, as you tried to say that you had no choice. You paced and worried your fingers together and he knew he had to stop you before you got too caught up in your guilt.

He pulled the poster out from where it was tucked inside of his jacket and held the roll out to you.

"What's this?" you grabbed it from him with a frown.

"The scroll with the instructions for the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch," he grinned and urged you to look at it.

You unfurled the poster and the tension in your shoulders dissipated.

"You could have just gone with me again," Eddie offered. "I wouldn't have minded."

"I just...didn't want to be a disappointment to you," you sighed. "I know you were looking forward to it. You always cover my eyes during the jump scares. That's your favorite part."

"No," Eddie shrugged. "My favorite part is making out with you during the credits."

You rolled your eyes and rolled the poster back up to hit him with it.

"Hey now, don't damage the goods," Eddie laughed and grabbed you by the arms to stop your playful abuse. "It took a lot of work to woo old Bill into giving me that poster."

"I wanted to surprise you," you scoffed. "I was even gonna give him $20!"

"You seriously underestimate my ability to charm people, sweetheart," Eddie teased. "Hypnotize them, get them to fall for my devastating good looks."

"I guess I'm just immune to that charm," you snarked and he shifted his hands quickly to your waist tickle you. "Ah no Eddie!"

You shrieked and squirmed until you started to go limp in his arms, unable to withstand the assault any longer. His fingers slowed down and he took the opportunity to smack a kiss against your lips.

"Just you wait. One day I'll find the right words, the right enchantment," he vowed in a faux menacing voice. "And you'll never escape my spell, ever again."

#as above so below #hymns of heaven #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #a little...sus at the end...huh...#don't know about that one

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delulu4dean · 8 months

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Bring Me To Life

Pairing: Demon!Dean X Destiel

Warnings: none?

Inspo: Bring me to life, evanescence

Authors note: this isn’t the greatest. I wrote this after a Margarita and being cooped up in my place all day from the “tropical storm.”

Word Count: 1,130

Castiel thought he had lost Dean, that his best friend was dead and gone. It shocked both him and Sam, obviously, to find one day his body just upped and left. Castiel had so much to deal with, after everything that happened with heaven, but how is he supposed to continue with Dean gone? His heart ached for not just his best friend, but for the man that he loves. Dean Winchester, the man who taught Castiel, angel of the lord, a soldier of heaven, what it was like to have humanity.

Dean Winchester woke up, blacked out eyes replacing his green irises. The mark couldn’t let Dean die, so he was back as a demon, off with Crowley. It’s not like Dean was actually best friends with Crowley, as much as Crowley thought they were, Crowley was more like Dean’s… side bitch. That’s the best way to put it. They had an interesting dynamic for sure, but it was nothing like what he had with Castiel. Not like it mattered anymore, though, because this Dean wasn’t himself. May it be a dark version of him, or just the fact he doesn’t have his… well humanity, he had none of the traits that made his angel friend fall for him. And he couldn’t care less.

When Sam managed to get his brother back to the bunker after months of searching, Dean was not happy. And the human blood that his younger brother injected into his bloodstream burned as it pumped through his body. Dean was furious. Enough human blood to get out of the devils trap, but still enough demon in him, he went after his brother. And that’s when Castiel came, and saved Sam from his murderous demon brother. What Castiel didn’t know, is how he saved Dean too.

Dean was sitting down, handcuffed to the chair, while Castiel was sitting across from him. He knew he should cure Dean as soon as possible, he knew the process would hurt Dean, so calming Dean down was first on his list. They were sat across from each other, staring at each other. Castiel knew they could get the real Dean back, he was still there. Dean may be a demon now, he may be acting cold, or numb, but he can be saved, and Castiel was bribing his Dean home.

“Come on, you think these can hold me?” Dean taunted, glaring at Castiel.

“Just long enough, yes,” Castiel answered honestly, then let out a sigh.

“I’m fine the way I am, Cas. I’m better this way. The Dean that you want back, the Dean that you fantasize about, he’s gone, he’s not coming back.”

Of course, Castiel was taken by surprise. He wasn’t exactly subtle but he didn’t know he was being obvious too.

“I don’t want you like that, Cas. It’s never going to happen, give up.”

While the words stung, Castiel knew he couldn’t give up. He wasn’t being Dean back for himself, he’s doing it for Dean. His intent was absolutely selfless in every way possible.

“Dean, I’m going to save you,” is all Castiel said, before getting up from his chair.

They know from their time with Crowley locked up, that human blood is the cure. Unlike Crowley though, when Dean was injected by the cure, he felt pain, burning coursing through his veins. What his buddy Crowley felt as addictive, Dean thought was torture.

Dean looked up at Cas, with his devilish smirk on his face. Cas ignores it, and takes the syringe full of blood out and puts it in Dean’s arm. Dean let’s put a pained yell, and it hurt Castiel to see the man he loved in this much pain, but it’s for a good reason. He had to keep telling himself it was for good reason. Because if he didn’t believe it, he couldn’t put Dean through this pain.

“I’m not going to give up on you Dean,” Castiel stated. “You’ve always been selfless, brave, and you’ve pushed me to be my best. And you’re at your best when you’re not a demon.”

“I disagree,” Dean smirked. “I love the way I am now.”

“I loved the way you were before.” Castiel injected more of the human blood into Dean, causing Dean to scream.

Castiel places a hand on Dean’s back, rubbing it to soothe him, or at least to attempt to soothe him.

“Loved the way I was before? What is that supposed to mean?” Dean asked.

Castiel only ignored the question, focused on turning Dean back into a regular human being. Or as regular as one can be with the mark of Cain. Dean already had enough human blood in him to break out the first time, so it shouldn’t take too long. And during the entire process, Castiel comforted Dean, even if his comfort was rejected.

Meanwhile, a million thoughts were racing in Dean’s mind, the more human he was. Castiel loved him. Castiel viewed him on a pedestal. He looked up at his savior, who had a determined look on his face. And then Dean felt something different, as if the way he looked at Cas had changed. Maybe it did. Because his face became less angry and more pained as the human blood replaced his demon blood.

“Cas?” Dean asked, breathing heavily. “Is that why you can’t give up on me? You love me?” Deans voice had no hint of taunting or teasing, it was genuine, so Castiel looks down at the hunter and nods to answer his question.

Dean felt a flutter in his chest, one he hasn’t felt in a long while. All this time, Castiel has been here, sacrificing for Dean, ruining his angelic reputation for Dean. Castiel gave everything for Dean. He didn’t know how he couldn’t see it before, the connection he and the blue eyed angel have. Castiel was more than just his best friend.

Dean looked up at Castiel one last time with his blacked out orbs, before they reverted back to his green eyes. Castiel, thinking fast threw holy water at Dean, only to find nothing happened.

“Dean,” he breathed out.

“Cas.”

Castiel immediately let’s Dean go. Dean stood up and took a step towards Castiel, who assumed it was for a hug. But instead of embracing his savior, he thanks him with a kiss. Castiel was taken aback but after a moment of processing, he melted into the kiss.

“Cas,” Dean pulled away. “I don’t like who I am without you, without your help, without your love.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that, Dean,” Castiel smiles.

“Thank you, Cas,” Dean smiles.

Castiel returned Dean’s humanity, but it was the least he could do, since Dean taught Castiel to get in touch with his own humanity.

#dean winchester angst #supernatural #castiel #castiel spn #destiel #deancas #destiel fic

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k-popbtsforlife · 7 months

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Demon boyfriend

A/n POV

So apparantly yn have used some inappropriate word while they were talking in a group chat and embarrassed him.....so now it's Jungkook's work to make sure yn does not use inappropriate words and embarrasse him____________________________________________________________________________🌚🌚Jungkook broke down YN's door and appeared in full demon form raging. “I believe we need to have a little talk about your behavior Yn…��“In my room NOW!” Jungkook scoffed In Jungkook room…“This is utterly ridiculous, pure immature” Jungkook says with his angry face. You sigh as you watch him folding his arms and continue scolding you.“I mean what do you hope to accomplish by that messily attempt at a joke?! And using in inappropriate language in the chat!” Jungkook just grows more frustrated and disappointed in you. However you didn’t give a shit and proceeded to provoke him. “If your embarrassed just say that” you look at him with the smug look. Jungkook had a slight blush but Immediately furrowed his eyebrows in anger. “ME?! getting angry at your debilitated joke? Please don’t make me laugh” “You still get no bitches” ....Jungkook grows more angry and grabbed you by your arms pulling you very close to him. “Look I know what your trying to do.” Jungkook looks deep within your eyes and you couldn’t help but blush within his arms.“You want my attention that bad you tried to embarrass me.” Jungkook brings his face closer to yours smiling cockily. “Just look at your face reddening when barely doing anything to you” Jungkook laughs. “We both know your mine so why pretend?” “How about you lay there on my bed with your legs open and I’ll be happy to give you the attention your desperately seeking” Jungkook now shooting you with his signature bed room eyes.Your now biting your lips. The truth is…. He was correct you and him haven’t had sex in a while and you were sexually frustrated. “O-okay, I love you…Jungkook” You said as you swiftly laid on your back maintaining eye contact with him. He couldn’t help but blush but your feelings were more than reciprocated. “I love you too Yn, truly and deeply” He made his way to where you was and you both shared a steamy passionate make out session within each-other arms. One thing led to another and before you know it you were completely nude as he fingers your tight little hole. You moaned against his lips as he begins to kiss down your jawline. Jungkook was a passionate/ affectionate lover and he will make sure you get it GOOD. An hour later…“AHHhh Jungkook please~” you moaned loudly as Jungkook held up your legs as he pounds into you rubbing your clit. You sung his name in praise and he eats it up loving how you moan his name. “jungkook ah” you moaned again with your tongue out. “Oh fuck Yn you feel so good”, he grunts going down to suck the soul out your face. You were already stuffed to the brim with cum and overstimulated. “I c-can’t take a-anymore ahhh~ you feel so good~” “Just a little bit more” through thoes words he grunts as he is now holding your waist pounding insanely fast into. Skin continues to make clash together as nothing but sweet moans could be heard from the both of you. You were way too fucked out to care how you look. Your tongue was out of your mouth with drool exiting. Your eyes rolled back as you could think nothing but pleasure. Jungkook does a final last pump into you and you quickly reacted with moaning his name. Jungkook bites his lips and pushes deep within you and came. Both are you are breathless but passionate kissing eachother with rather few words to say. “I love you Yn” Jungkook says smiling and hugging you “I love you too Jungkook” you say matching his tiredly.You both sit there for a while, then got all cleaned up, and cuddled the night away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hey cuties sorry if it was not good😅.....i am not that good at writing smut so yeah... anyway byeee!👋✨✨

#jungkook smut #jeon jungguk #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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I don’t mind if it’s public! I just wanna share it but not in a full post XD so this is better! Here it is! Less so about Kori shenanigans and more so Link being depressed but next chapter will have Kori shenanigans if I ever get to it!

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Link has made plenty of mistakes in his life, some that would almost kill him, some that hurt his heart so much that he could barely function, and some that could almost ruin his life.

That mistake he made… he thought it wouldn’t be serious. Sure it was a serious mistake, but it was one time. Surely the goddesses would be merciful on him just this once, right? Surely they would forgive what he did. He understood it was wrong, he’ll never do it again.

He hoped that they would forget about when he made love at twilight.

It was a moment of weakness for him. The girl who he spent his entire adventure with, who stuck at his side, who helped him, who saved him, who he loved, was dead. Or so he thought. He killed the demon king with righteous anger swelling within him, grief gripping his heart so tightly it physically hurt, wanting to kill the man who killed her.

It was only until after he was dead when he discovered that she was alright. When he saw a familiar silhouette among the light spirits, he couldn’t help himself as he sprinted towards her. Pumping his exhausted legs to where she was sitting to just make sure that she was real. That she was alright.

And she was… she was alive and well… and different. The light spirits removed the curse upon her that turned her into an imp, changing her into a beautiful twilight princess. He remembered when he first saw her. She was tall, with such loving eyes that stared back at him, her hair tied in the front, and her face… His brain short circuited, and he didn’t say anything. He just stared.

“What? Say something!” She finally broke the silence, with a familiar teasing grin forming on her lips. “Am I so beautiful you have no words left?”

It was her, she was real. This was the Midna he spent so much time with, the Midna he fell in love with, the Midna he wanted so desperately to protect because of all she did for him. He smiled a relieved smile, and hugged her tightly, crying into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and cried as well. They were both alright.

Zelda arrived shortly after to be with her dear friend, talking about what happened and what should happen next. Due to Link’s injuries from Ganondorf, they decided to head to Kakariko where he could rest, and they spent a long time together.

When Midna and Link were alone, they would talk for hours, quietly so no one would know about her, and one night, they got a little carried away. They were sitting on Link’s bed at night, and they exchanged kisses, and they snuggled up next to each other, and kissed again. One thing led to another, and it turned into a huge mistake. After what had happened, Midna started avoiding him, whenever she saw him, there was deep sorrow in her sunset eyes. Link didn’t know why she was suddenly acting like this, but he knew he was at fault. He should’ve stopped, he should’ve slowed down and got her off of him, he thought she wanted to do it, but clearly not. He was afraid he put too much pressure on her. He was just so happy that she was alive, that Ganondorf was dead, that finally, he can have peace, that he wasn’t thinking. He tried to talk to her about it but she’d just brush it off, so he stopped asking

Finally, when Link was healed enough, Midna said that she needed to return to the Twilight Realm, so they traveled to the Gerudo desert, his heart hurting from having to say goodbye to Midna. She may not think of him that way anymore, but she was still a dear friend to him, and he still cared about her deeply. And though they could visit each other, it was always sad to see a friend go.

But sad did not describe the feeling he had when the mirror was shattered, with Midna gone forever. That feeling was sheer agony, the worst pain he’s ever had to endure in his life. It almost ended him, he almost changed into someone unrecognizable. And thoughts plagued his mind over it. Was it something he did? Was she that upset over that night? And what ate away at him the most: would she have a child because of that night? The thought of her being pregnant and giving birth without him being able to support her killed him on the inside. He felt like a complete failure, he hated himself, he wished that none of it ever happened. He just wished the pain would go away.

So he prayed to the goddesses to be merciful on him. Just this once. To not let Midna suffer because of his foolishness, to simply let that mistake be. He would never do it again. Just please… don’t let anything come of it… please…

Two years later had passed, and so did some of the pain. With help he was able to recover, Zelda tried to reassure him that she didn’t shatter the mirror because of him, that she still cared for him. It helped, even a little. And so he slowly began to move on from Midna, move on from that night. He never told it to anyone, no one needed to know about the best and worst night of his life. Though he did wonder, even though it hurt, if he had a child out there somewhere, a child that he could never give his love to.

But his question was answered one night.

It was a rainy night, and Link was tossing and turning. He couldn’t do anything to get his mind to relax and finally sleep. He let out a sigh and stared at the ceiling. Normally rainy nights helped him sleep, but for some reason that wasn’t the case tonight. He closed his eyes and let out another sigh. He knew it was better for him to stay laying down with his eyes closed, but being alone with his thoughts was almost maddening.

He listened to the pouring rain outside, the different sounds it made as it hit his tree house made him grateful that he had a roof over his head, and a roof over Epona’s head. Being wet was the worst feeling for him. He rolled over and tried to let the rain soothe him, and it almost worked until—

Thump thump thump.

He opened his eyes at the unnatural sound, sitting up and staring at his door, slowing his breathing so he could hear better. Did he imagine that? Who would be banging at his door in the middle of the night?

He flinched when there were three more loud thumps at his door. Ok he definitely didn’t imagine that. He got up as his heart grew worried over who could be at his door. Was it Rusl? Was he alright? Was something wrong with his daughter? Or was it Illia? Was she alright? He reached for his door and let out a breath to calm himself, opening the door quickly.

But who he saw sent his heart into his throat.

It was Midna, she was standing there, a desperate look in her eyes. Her clothes were soaked as she stood in the rain, and the two were silent for a moment as they stared at each other.

Midna… after two years of accepting that he’d never see her again, here she was. She got much taller, almost double his height, her jewelry was more extravagant, but she herself, she still took his breath away.

Finally after a moment of silence, he finally found his words.

“Midna?”

Her breath hitched, and she shifted a bit, a bundle in her arms that he finally noticed. His heart stopped when he saw a child, no older than two, crying silently in her arms. He was clearly a twili, bright red hair, dark blue skin, black markings. He looked like Midna, but when he opened his eyes, it was without a doubt that they matched his own. Gray-blue eyes stared back at him in fear. For Din’s sake…

“Link,” Midna breathed out, “I… desperately need your help.”

Link stared at the boy in silence for a long moment, but he got ahold of himself. He took a deep breath and gave room for them to head inside.

“Y’all will get pneumonia if you stay out for any longer,” he said gently, gesturing to his home.

Midna smiled and a relieved tear rolled down her cheek as she slowly moved inside. Link got dry blankets, ignoring his thumping heart. The child was cautious around Link as he tried to dry him off. He stared at Link with confusion and awe, his mouth agape as he got dried. Link paused when he noticed his left arm covered in bandages. He gave Midna a look, but she did not return his gaze. She just stared at a corner in the room.

“What’s your name, little one?” Link tried to ease the pressure, being as gentle as he could with the child.

The kid looked at Midna, then back at Link. He had fear in his eyes, Link could tell.

“You’re safe here, I promise… What is your name?”

The child looked down, it took a moment for his sweet little voice to speak up.

“Um… my name is Kori,” he answered.

“Kori?” Link repeated, just to make sure he heard him right. Kori nodded and Link smiled. “That’s a lovely name.”

Kori smiled. “Tank you. What is your name?”

“I’m Link.”

“Nink? Is Tat like when tings… when… uh… when light happened… and you uh… connected wit everyting?”

Link chuckled at the little boy trying to speak. He barely understood him, but it was the cutest thing in the world. “Yeah, sure.”

Kori nodded and rubbed his eyes. “Mommy talked about Nink a lot…”

“Really?” Link looked over at Midna, who continued to avoid his gaze. He sighed and looked at his arm. He reached for the bandage but Kori froze and pulled back. His eyes were full of fear again. “What happened there?”

No one said anything this time. He looked at Midna and stood up.

“Midna… What’s going on?”

Midna closed her eyes and finally looked at him.

“It’s… He’s…”

“My son?”

Midna looked up with shame written on her face. Link looked down, she shouldn’t be ashamed…

He finished drying off Kori and changed his bandages as gently as possible. He stopped talking, so it was silent, only the rain could be heard. As Link cleaned and redressed Kori’s arm, he noticed that it was a nasty wound, a slash mark went up his arm, and from the looks of it, it was fairly new. Who could’ve done this to a child? Kori whimpered as he cleaned it the best he could.

“Sh, it’s alright Kori. The pain is only temporary,” he said gently. He wrapped up the arm and gave it a slight pat. “See? You were brave little one, good job.”

Kori smiled and rubbed his eyes again. He must be exhausted. He didn’t know if Twili ever slept, so it must’ve been a Hylian thing for him.

“Here, let’s get you nice place to sleep ok?”

Kori followed Link as he set up a comfy bed made of blankets, gesturing for Kori to sleep in it. The boy looked at Midna and she nodded at him. After waiting a moment, he got down from the chair he was in and wobbled over to where the bed was. As soon as he laid his head down, he was out like a light. Link smiled, he was a sweet little boy. He stood up, and the situation returned to him. He walked to where Midna sat, still and unmoving. He took a deep breath

“Midna… I… Hello again.”

Midna stared at him with no expression on her face. She looked like she was contemplating on what to say. Link pursed his lips and decided to get something off his chest.

“Clearly my actions have hurt you Midna, and I’m so sorry…. I’m so sorry about that night, if I could take it back I would!”

Midna’s expressionless face changed to confusion.

“What?”

“That boy… he’s ours… because of what we did…. And I’m so sorry… I know I hurt you and I wasn't there for you when you had him and I’m really sorry and I should’ve stopped and–”

Midna raised a hand to stop him, stepping closer to him.

“Link, do not blame yourself for what happened that night. It… wasn’t your fault alone…”

“Alone?”

Midna sat down, her head hung. “I didn’t do anything to stop it either… I knew that I needed to break the mirror, and I tried to keep my distance from you but… I didn’t. You didn’t know what I was going to do.”

Link stared ahead, hearing that didn’t help truthfully. He still felt confused, guilty, and almost sick to his stomach.

“Did that night mean anything to you?” He asked quietly.

Midna stared at him, her mouth slightly open.

“It meant everything to me.”

“Then why did you break the mirror?”

Midna looked down. “You know why. Deep down you know why. Shadow and light cannot mix. You saw what happened when Ganondorf went through the mirror, you saw what happened when Zant found him. You know why I broke it!”

Link looked over to where Kori, his son, laid asleep.

“Clearly shadow and light can mix,” he said quietly. Midna sat down and rested her head against her hand. She looked exhausted. “How did you get here Midna?”

“I can't say. It must stay a secret.”

Link nodded, he figured that was the answer. Now for a more important question.

“What happened to his arm?”

Midna buried her face in her hands, clearly the memory upsetting her. Link walked close to her and rested a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s ok, he’s safe now. What happened? Why did you bring him here?”

Link stood by Midna for a while, but she made no moves. She raised her head and went to say something but shivered pretty harshly.

“Here let’s get you into some dry clothes…” Link finally said after a moment of silence. Whatever happened, she’ll tell him, eventually.

Link quickly dried her off and offered some of his clothes, even though most of them wouldn’t have fit. He was somehow able to find something for her to wear that would fit her large frame, and when she was dressed he sat down, waiting for her to explain herself.

“I…. I hoped that nothing would come of that night,” she finally said after some silence, “because if something happened, then leaving this world behind would’ve been nearly impossible for me to do.”

“But something did happen.”

Midna nodded, not looking at him. Link sighed, the goddesses weren’t merciful to him. His prayers were not answered. He wasn’t there for Midna, he didn’t watch his son grow up, he wasn’t there when he said his first word. To Kori, Link was a stranger, not a father. And Midna had to raise him all by herself. A lump in his throat formed and his stomach felt hollow.

He should’ve stopped that night.

“As princess of the twilight realm, when I’m supposed to have a child, she should be a female, so that the monarchy can pass on. But I had a son, and he wasn’t fully Twili… that scared some people. They thought that he was going to bring destruction to us.”

Link’s heart sank. She didn’t have to say, he knew.

“They hurt him.”

“I’ve been trying to find a way back here so he could be safe… as soon as I found a way… he… got hurt badly by my advisor.”

Her breath hitched at the memory, and Link grabbed her hand. She smiled at him, a small but genuine smile.

“He’s safe now. You both are.”

Midna stared into his eyes for a long moment.

“I missed you Link.”

He sucked in a breath. He’s missed Midna more than anything. He wanted to see her again, to talk to her again, to tell her about all of the things he’s experienced. But now that she was here, he didn’t find anything to say. He didn’t make a move to hug her, to cry, he just felt… awkward. Midna’s smile went down when he said nothing, and she gently rubbed his hand.

“I know I hurt you. And it’s not right of me to ask this of you but… I was hoping that Kori could stay here… he’ll be safer here, with you.”

“Safer here? Yeah I won’t hurt him, but I can’t say the same for Ordon. How do you know that everyone here will accept him? How do you know that they won’t be scared of him too?”

Midna finally looked at his eyes.

“Because they’re your family Link, you have a better influence over them than I over my people.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Just because I’m the princess doesn’t mean they listen to me. It’s complicated but clearly I couldn’t do anything to protect him from my advisors. Your family loves you, they trust you, they’ll try to understand you.”

Link pulled his hand away, staring at Kori.

“So you expect me to raise him here then… alone…?”

“No. Not alone.”

Link looked up at Midna, a sliver of hope forming within him.

“We both made a mistake that night Link, neither one of us should get off scot-free, it takes two to make a child,” she grabbed his hand and continued to stare into his eyes, Link’s heart beating against his chest, “and it takes two to raise one.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, and the past two years separated withered away for them. When they were together now, it was almost as if they were never apart.

“I can't abandon the twilight realm, but every new moon I will visit, I will be here, but I just need Kori to be safe.”

Link looked down and their clasped hands, then at the sleeping child. An overwhelming feeling of protectiveness came over him, and he nodded. “I understand Midna… I promise I’ll keep him safe.”

Midna smiled. “I knew you would. Trust me, I wouldn’t ask this of you if nothing bad happened but—“

“Don’t apologize. I’m his father, it’s like you said, it takes two to make a child, and two to raise one.”

Midna stared at him for a long moment, then she leaned in, Link’s heart nearly thumping out of his chest. He wanted so badly to show how much he missed her, he wanted to scream to the heavens on how happy he was to see her again, but… he felt too much pain for it to be perfectly fine. He turned his head away.

“I’m sorry Midna… there’s a lot more we need to talk about.”

Midna let out a sigh and smiled.

“That’s fine, I’m staying for a while anyways. Let’s talk.”

Abfdgjfjllljffhk AGH THE KIDDO 😭

You were right thatLink was depressed whewwwww he’s got a lot on his mind (who wouldn’t?) poor guy. And KORI oh no hurting him just because he’s not a girl??? Midna better give that guy what for

This was so goooood, thanks for sharing it :D

#answers from the floor #smiles my beloved #midlink #twilight princess #fic #long post #tw suggestive #???#I dont really know if it needs that but just in case yknow

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The Devil's Gift

Another fanfiction of mine- This one is for another fandom I'm into- Obey Me!

It is fair to say that Levi was a bit over-stimulated by the buzzing activity surrounding the Christmas market in the human world. His aquarium room would have been better than being around normies. Especially around human normies. Despite that, he couldn't say no to his boyfriend. At every convention and special event he wanted to attend, he was always there to support him and he felt awful that he never got the chance to go on the program that Ritsu wanted to go to. Surely one day among human beings couldn't cause any problems, could it?

While Leviathan was walking through the crowd, attempting to avoid any eye contact with anyone else, he was cursing himself in his mind until he saw two silhouettes that looked familiar to him.

“ Beel? Risa?”

The two of them turned toward Levi.

“ Ah! Levi-kun!” Risa happily greeted Leviathan with a bright smile. Beel just hummed and nodded with his usual emotionless expression. Also his mouth was full of a crepe hanging out of it.

“ Really Beel, even here you cannot control your hunger?” Leviathan sighed with annoyance in his voice. His brother swallowed the bite he was chewing on.

“ Can’t help it. They are really tasty.”

“ But they are super expensive! If Lucifer learns you spend so much money on food again-”

“ Don’t worry! I came prepared! “ Risa turns around showing off a cute backpack that seems to burst at any moment. “ I made some food back at home so we don’t spend too much money on food." Levi thought sometimes Risa was more of a personal chef for Beel rather than his girlfriend.

“ Don’t you think you spoil him too much Risa?”

“ Says the one who is spoiled by my brother all the time. And rather enjoy it.”

Levi’s face felt like going up in flames.

“ Hey! It’s him who gets those things for me! I never asked for them!”

“ Riiiight…” Risa’s “ I don’t think so” face just flustered the poor demon further.

“ Cut it out!”

“ Sorry, sorry.” The girl chuckled a bit before turning toward her boyfriend. “ Hey Beel, how are you? Huh? Beel?”

The two of them looked around to see that the tall demon wasn’t there anymore.

“ As much of a giant he is, he is surprisingly stealthy.” Levi said as he looked around for his brother. Until they saw him approaching them with a bit of terrifying speed. Beel suddenly stopped in front of Risa, holding something small in his hands (but to be honest, what doesn’t look small in his hands?).

“ Risa! Look what I got! “ He seemed really excited based on the tone of his voice. Levi and Risa looked at it. The girl let out a happy gasp.

“ You found one! “ It was a small music box that had a special key, a medallion of a necklace.” Oh Beel…”

“ I remember you said as a kid you wanted a music box like this and when I noticed it I just knew I had to buy it.”

Risa quickly wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck who returned the hug with one arm and stood up this way lifting her up from the ground.

“ Thank you! I love you so much, Beel!”

“I love you too honey.”

“ Ugh- Gonna be sick.” Levi obviously was never a big fan of PDA. Sadly fate had it differently for him.

“ Leviiii!” A cheerful male voice standing out from the crowd’s many voices followed by quick steps made Leviathan freeze for a second. Suddenly from behind another body slammed against his, two long arms wrapping around him. “ Found you!”

“ Hey Ritsu.” Beel greeted the other exchange student before he went back to munching some new desserts.

“ Oh hey you two! On a date as well?” The young man asked

“ Of course! It was easy to get Beel to come to the human realm with all the food I mentioned.”

“ Why I am not surprised?" Ritsu just rolled his eyes” Anyway- Me and Levi have to go now- Take care, you two!”

“ Huh? What are you-"

But before poor Levi could say anything else he was dragged away from the market leaving the other two behind, disappearing into the crowd around them.

After a few minutes of walking they finally stopped. Ritsu let go of his boyfriend’s hand.

“ Okay, this should be good.”

“ Wha-Where- Why did you drag me here huh?!” Leviathan was gasping for air for a few seconds before looking at Ritsu with a red face - from the cold air and also from the anger that was boiling in his blood.

“ Sorry babe, I just knew I had to get you out of there.” His hands now were behind his back as he turned towards him.

“ What are you hiding?” Levi leaned to the side to see what his boyfriend was holding.

“ Ah-Ah-Ah! No peeking!” Ritsu stepped a bit away from him with a sly smile on his face.” Close your eyes.”

“ Ritsu-”

“ Pretty please?”

“...Fine.” Levi shut his eyes, his body tensed up and waited. His stomach felt like it was being tied into a knot as he could sense Ritsu walking close to him.

“ Okay. You can open them now.”

Levi slowly opened one of his eyes but quickly opened the other in awe as he saw what Ritsu was holding.

“ I-Is that- a Ruri-chan plushie?!”

“ Yepp- I made myself!”

Levi quickly grabbed it out of the other men’s hands and began to nuzzle his face into it.

“ This is amazing!” He suddenly stopped and looked at Ritsu with a sort of guilty look. " Why are you so nice to me? I’m just a yucky otaku…”

“ Uh- Because you are my boyfriend? The best ever boyfriend in all of the three realms?”

Levi’s face started to get even more red and his eyes were teary.

“ Oh cut it-”

“ Nope.” He let out a chuckle. “ Hey, gently push it like this and then-”

“ Levi-kun is the best! ” Suddenly the doll spoke with Ruri-chan's voice.

“ Wait, is that her voice? “He pushed the doll.

“ Thank you for being my number 1 fan Levi-kun!”

He was about to explode right here and there. Ritsu just laughed at the scene however.

“ I met the voice actress and asked for a few favors.”

"Please tell me you didn’t blackmail anyone this time.”

“ Pff- Me? Oh my sweet sea serpent, would I ever?”

“ Yes.”

“ Okay fine, but I promise I didn’t do such a thing. THIS time.”

Levi just sigh defeatedly while Ritsu chuckled again but then his expression changed into a more serious one, more like he felt awkward now. He took a deep breath before he began to speak again.

“ Levi. I have one more gift for you.”

“ Huh?”

Ritsu looked down in front of him, taking another breath and looked seriously into Levi’s eyes who yelped a bit at this.

“ Levi…I know I can be a bit too much for your taste. And I'm sorry for that. But I just cannot help but be proud and shout to the world how amazing you are. I found your dedication and your passion so contagious. Seeing how you enjoy what you do...of being yourself. I envy you for it. I’m still not sure who I am. I was used to playing this facade for so long I don’t know if it was really me anymore. So when you agreed to be my boyfriend back then I felt like the luckiest man ever. And thank you for accepting me for who I am."

“ Ritsu…”

“ So. I know I can come across as pushy and fast but there are things, feelings I cannot control and I have to say them so-” And with that he went down on one knee in front of Levi, taking out a small box and opening it. Inside was a silver ring with a coral gemstone on it. “ I know you call me your Player 2 a lot of times so…Leviathan, will you be my Player 1 forever?”

Levi was on the brink of falling unconscious. His head felt heavy, his vision got blurry and his heart raced in his ribcage.

“ Wha- What are you doing? This is not funny- This is some awful normie prank!”

“ This is not a joke Levi!” Ritsu’s expression didn’t change that much but his determination was obvious. Levi still couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“ Why- Why are you like this-” Levi continued through his sobbing “ Why are you so nice? I’m just a good for nothing shut in. Why do you want ME of all people as your partner?”

“ Because I feel safe around you. I don’t have to pretend around you. You like me for who I am. That’s all I ever asked for a partner. Someone who accepts me and I would accept them with everything they come with, the good and the bad. And also because…I love you Levi.”

Levi’s tears wouldn’t stop. They covered his red face more and more, irritating his skin even more. Ritsu stood up and cupped Levi’s face into his hands pulling him closer so their foreheads would touch. He didn’t say anything else, just let Levi process all that had happened.

When he finally calmed down enough to speak Levi looked up into Ritsu’s eyes. Vast blue and deep like the ocean. Ritsu looked back into his eyes. For him, Levi's eyes were like the twilight sky.

“ You…You read too much of those crappy romance mangas.”

“ Heh. But they seem to do the trick, don't they? “

Levi whined before looking away pouting.

“ Well, are you gonna put that ring on or do I have to?”

“ Wait- You mean?”

“ Y-Yeah…I love you too.”

Ritsu’s eyes also got teary from this. He wiped some of his own tears before putting the ring on Levi’s finger.

“ Thank you Levi. Thank you so much. I love you.”

“Okay okay, just stop it…” He leaned against his chest burying his face in his jacket. “... Stupid Player 2”

“ Thank you my sweet sea serpent. Happy Devil Day.”

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chronic-invisibility · 5 months

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All of 13rw was bad, and it should never have been made, or at least definitely not Like That, but the moral policing of suicide and suicidality on that show is really gross. Like in season 2, while Clay is clearly having a freakout at best and a full on break from reality at worst when he’s imagining Hannah is in his room, he tells her “you didn’t fucking care, or you never would have done it” and “you did an evil thing”, and I know this is him expressing his pain to a “ghost”, but that is such a horrible way to talk about such a sensitive subject. Suicide (almost always*) isn’t selfish, or evil, or “for attention”, or any of the other bullshit people who have never experienced pain to the point that they are suicidal say (especially on that show). Obviously I’m not saying it’s a good option, because it’s not, and overall mental health issues need to be taken more seriously in our society and the media, but framing it like that is awful. And it also shows me that the people that wrote the show, or at least that scene, knew nothing about mental health and didn’t listen to the professionals who they supposedly hired to help them make the show (although they made a lot of mistakes in not listening to professionals on that show, like A LOT). Nobody who has ever been in so much pain that they genuinely believe everyone would be better off without them and that they not only don’t want to be alive anymore but that they’re in enough pain to willingly try to end their life would ever write something like that, and it’s not something that should EVER be said to someone who is that miserable. When you make moral judgements about mental health issues, especially suicide, all you are doing is teaching the person who is struggling that they can’t trust you or come to you for help. If you frame suicide as an “evil” or “immoral” or “sinful” thing, you’re further demonizing an already highly misunderstood issue, and making the person who is suffering feel even worse, which, surprisingly (/s) will have the opposite effect of what you’re trying to do, which should be to get them help. Yes, suicide is a tragedy, and it’s not talked about or educated about enough, especially in younger people, but telling anyone (especially vulnerable young audiences) that it’s evil or that it means you don’t care about other people is cruel and pointless and foolish. Those writers have no fucking idea how hard it is to make yourself keep going when you’re in that much despair and pain, and they have no fucking idea how damaging it is to make statements like that. It is not selfish or evil to be in pain, it is not selfish or evil to be mentally ill, it is not selfish or evil to want your pain to end. There are much better ways to express your pain and try to ease or end your suffering than making an attempt on your life, but it is a real issue that people experience, and they don’t need to be made to feel even worse because you don’t understand that. If you actually want to help people that struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts, ask them what they need, be there for them, help them find resources and professionals who can do more for them. Don’t say shit like this.

To anyone who reads this who has experienced pain like that, or who is experiencing it now, I just want to say: I am so sorry you are hurting, and I’m so sorry some people just don’t understand. You don’t deserve to feel like this, and I hope you make the choice to get help, because you deserve another chance in life. You are not evil or immoral or sinful or selfish or attention-seeking for feeling this way. Please, please, take this as a sign to stay, to get help, don’t listen to the people telling you you’re a bad person for feeling this way, and don’t listen to the feeling telling you to go. Send me a message here, or reach out to a friend or loved one, or a crisis line. I know it’s hard to see when you’re in the thick of it but this feeling won’t last forever, and while I unfortunately can’t promise a happy ending and no more pain forever, I know it will get easier if you put in the work to help yourself out of this dark place. I’ve done it several times, and you can, too.

(And to clarify on my statement that suicide is almost always not selfish or cruel, there is a very very small but still undeniable amount of people who do kill themselves for selfish reasons, like when someone who commits a heinous crime kills themself so they don’t have to take responsibility for what they did and face the consequences of their actions. Those people suck, and they give everyone else who is actually struggling with their mental health a bad rep. But if you’re not one of those few people, you’re not selfish or a bad person. I don’t care what anybody tells you.)

#suicide mention #13rw #13 reasons why #mental health #hannah baker #thirteen reasons why #netflix #mental illness

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maybebabyplease · 1 year

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ok in lieu of a birthday fic i am posting a nice long snippet of my jegulus angels/demons wip in honor of the one and only jess @queemes !!! jess, it’s been such a joy to get to know you over the past few months! thanks for always making me laugh and sharing my love of thrifting and interior design xoxo sorry this isn’t a full fic (january really got out of hand) (next year i will PLAN BETTER) but i love you all the same!

snippet from the prologue below the cut :)

Finally, the friendly female voice calls out, “C-213. C-213, please make your way to Table 17.” James hops out of his chair, ready to go. He weaves through the rows of seats and heads towards table 17, almost all the way over on the left. A mean-looking woman with pointy glasses sits behind the partition, fixing him with a stern gaze. “Uh, hello?” he says. “I’m C-213?” He waves his ticket at her. She gestures for him to sit down, so he does. He gives her his most winning smile. He can charm the hell out of this woman. Stern women love him. “Any chance you have Nurofen back there? I could really use one. And a bucket of water, thanks.” He winks, but her expression doesn’t change. The stern woman ignores his question. “James Potter,” she says, shuffling through a stack of papers and pulling out what looks like a form. James has seen plenty at the legal firm, he can spot one from a mile away. “Yes,” he says. And then. “Wait. How do you know my name?” She sighs, as if this isn’t the first time she’s had this conversation today. “An atheist, then. Your kind always show up so confused. Mr. Potter, do you know where you are?” “Er, no. I was sort of hoping you could tell me,” he says. She sighs again. “Mr. Potter, welcome to Purgatory. You’re dead. It seems like there was an incident with a window?” she says. She fixes him with a judgmental glare. It all comes rushing back. James remembers the tequila shots, the laughing. The Rudolph Christmas jumper. Joking around with Peter. The window. The pop. The fall. The floating. And now he’s here. Dead. James is dead. Huh. He’d sort of thought it would never happen. It makes sense, in a way, that it would be an accident. Something ridiculous. He had never been very careful, after all. “Oh,” he says. He doesn’t really know what else to say. “Yes, well,” says the woman behind the table. “Sorry for your loss, and all. Now we need to figure out what to do with you.” She looks down at the form in her hand, reading over it with care. James waits, patient, while she turns page after page. Every once in a while, she makes a little huffing noise and underlines something with her pen. Eventually, James can’t take it anymore. “Sorry, just…what to do with me?” James says. “What do you mean, figure out what to do with me?” “Up or Down, Mr. Potter,” she says, voice thin. She flips to the last page of the form and gives James an appraising glance. “Luckily for you, you do seem to be almost entirely in the black. Congratulations on a life well-lived,” she sniffs. It doesn’t sound like she particularly means the congratulations, her tone still bored. James mumbles a thank you anyway. She pushes the form towards him and hands him the pen. “If you’ll sign here, that will confirm that you’re going Up. When you reach Up, you will be assigned a guide who will show you around your neighborhood and lead you to your new home. You will be free to roam as far and as wide as you may like, and anything you need will be provided to you.” She pauses. “Within reason, of course. There are certain…vices that are not tolerated Up. Once you arrive, your time is yours, but you may wish to take a job or a hobby to fill your days. Eternity can last a long time.” James takes the pen and paper, staring down at it. Up. He’s going Up. A shock of fear overwhelms him. What could possibly be Up? “Please sign, Mr. Potter. Not to worry, if you have any issues with your sentencing, you may contact a legal representative who will review your case. Although I don’t know why someone going Up would want a review,” she adds, dry. James runs a hand through his hair. He’s sure it’s sticking up now. Or maybe it isn’t? How does gravity work in Purgatory? For that matter, how does hair gel? God, so many questions. Wait, can he think God’s name in vain? That was one of the rules at church growing up, he thinks. He’s going to have to work on that. James takes a deep breath in and tries to calm his thoughts. He picks up the pen, gripping it so tight he thinks his fingers might fall off. He draws a big, John Hancock J on the dotted line and signs his name. The woman behind the table takes the contract back from him and gives him a big, fake smile. “Welcome to Heaven, Mr. Potter. Please proceed through the double doors and take the elevator all the way Up.” And so, he does.

#jess tag #happy BIRTHDAY to the ruler of the plants #truly i am jealous of your green thumb #fic: this hell #james potter snippet #yeah this is heavily inspired by the good place don't @ me #i did a whole existential thing in may/june when i started writing this

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bea’s villano lyric analysis!

based on my own opinions and some conversations i have had with others/their theories

i still have the same opinions about the way in which ant is releasing this

I know I could’ve stayed but I couldn’t find a reason / so I left you with a rock on my hand and i ran with my demons

he left her because he wasn’t settling for a failing relationship and felt that he could make them both happier by leaving

Hay tantas cosas [so many things] between us that were left unsaid / so you kept the truth about me locked up in your head

Social media + the press were making so much noise about the breakup that was pro-Jasmine that she never said anything because it wouldn’t have been true (hence why she may not have released any music)

Don’t worry / put the blame on me / let’s leave it here

Why am I the villain / continue with the story that I am the bad guy

By not saying or doing anything at the time when she had the upper hand, she was silently agreeing with the general public that he had seriously wronged her - no reason to shift or correct the narrative if it’s in your favor already

I don’t care if they hate me or look at me weird / I don’t stop it anymore / the role of the hero is expensive to me

He gave up trying to resist public opinion because ultimately that’s not why he was angry and there was no option to justify himself

You was Harley Quinn / I was the Joker

He uses this metaphor to show what people were thinking of him: that he was an abusive partner who manipulated her into trusting him until he stabbed her in the back

But hid behind the heels and dress to make up for that poker face you would put on

This could possibly be talking about the 2021 gotham awards and her parading around with her friends and singing “my man” but it could also be just about how she moved to la, started attending a bunch of events, and didn’t look back

All that shit you did wrong / I hope you had a good time on that pedestal you stood on

One of his best lyrics ever I think - he wants to know if inflating her ego to surf the pain was ultimately beneficial for her. Adding fuel to the fire by having someone from your camp tell the press that he ruined the wedding that was 2 weeks away just to make people extra mad? Yeah.

We did it all / New York to Miami / now I’m really finna ball

He moved away and is free now to do what he wants

Dolce and Gabbana while I’m dancing with the stars / and we can keep it secret how I really put you on

Ever since they split, he’s been very successful by booking a marvel role, starring in one of the most successful movies of 2022 at the box office, and attending the met w tommy hilfiger and then multiple campaigns and a full collection. Meanwhile she has no new projects lined up and is relying on her friends to keep her supported. Besides the fact that it’s quite obvious she got signed to CAA through him, he alludes to the fact that he supported her throughout the relationship both financially and career wise. Some of her roles such as monsters & men and honest thief were gotten through him and it’s highly likely that he used connections to secure other projects for her, but she would never admit to this because her schtick is being a strong independent woman who lives free from a man’s support

I got new friends / it’s iight I tied up all the loose ends

I think this confirms what we’ve all been speculating - he made clear which of their mutual friends he wants to associate with and now he’s moving on

Now the way I’m moving call it new sense / thank you now I’m back to feeling like a human

He was done with the relationship almost a year before they broke up because they were going through a rough patch and she refused to communicate and instead lashed out at him and pushed him away. He gave up on trying to fix it because she wasn’t willing to work it out and instead shifted his focus to his career. And this was after he had gone to therapy specifically to stay with her and had begun working on his problems for her, but this didn’t matter because she was evidently spiteful and refused to return the favor when he needed her to contribute to the relationship. So ever since, he had been just going through the motions of their relationship while she had regretted her actions and was consistently praising him online and attaching herself to him while he barely acknowledged her. He finally decided that he wasn’t in it anymore and left, and since then he has felt less like a robot and more like a person since he is making the decision to be around people who show up for him like he does for them.

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