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Rain and Dirt (Yandere Rex Lapis/Zhongli x Goddesses!Reader)

Chapter Four, Melancholy Memories

Sequel to The Moon Will Sing and Time Alone

Chapter One

Chapter Two Chapter Three

Summary: Stories are told of Rex Lapis the God of Contracts and his darling the Goddess of the Moonlight, but what people do not know is the truth of what their relationship really is. People think at Rex Lapis’s death that his wife would be the first to weep, but what if she is the first to smile.

You watch as the faces of Lumine and Paimon turn into pure shock. They look at each other, then to Moon Carver, then back to you. Their faces turn to shock then into pity, the one thing you did not want now.

“We’re so sorry…” Lumine started, but was not able to find the words. You shook your head, which caught the attention of Moon Carver.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” The Adeptus questioned, stepping towards you. You knew that the Adepti would be shook to the core at the news of your husband’s death, you did not know what exactly their reactions would be besides extreme.

“It was at the Rite of Descension, I was assisting Lumine and her companion, Paimon, in finding the site of the ceremony.” You gesture over towards them, and your eyes drift down towards the ground, trying to make yourself at least seem mournful in front of the Adeptus. You took a shaky breath in as if to make it seem as if you were on the edge of tears. “Rex Lapis only descended as a corpse, he was assassinated, he’s dead. We have yet to find the culprit but they think it was Lumine but I was with her the entire time.”

“Preposterous…”

“Moon Carver-“

“PREPOSTEROUS!”

“Moon Carver!” You raised your voice at the deer and he fell silent. You sighed and fixed your gaze on the sky above. “Please stay calm, this is not the time to loose yourself in anger.”

“But how could one assassinate Rex Lapis during the Rite of Descension! And then place suspicion upon the attendees, ones with his wife no less!?” Moon Carver spoke out once again, his voice a little but softer than before but not by much. He glanced at you and then back to Lumine, almost to see if you had anything else to say. “Hm… of the unjust accusations placed upon you, one has become aware. The mind knows its answer. Though one must consult with one’s fellows, lest the mind be misguided. Go. Take your Sigil of Permission, carry with you a message.”

“B-but who should I look for?” Lumine questioned, looking at the deer and then back at you.

“Mountain Shaper and Cloud Retainer can be found here. Only fate will decide if you shall find them, or a word from my lady shall draw them forth.” You gave a nod at Moon Carver’s words, confirming this to be so. “There also exists a Conqueror of Demons, a Yaksha. Go to Wangshu Inn, there you shall seek him.”

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You, Lumine, and Paimon left Moon Carver’s abode in silence, pure, awkward, tense, silence. You walked beside her, looking over the landscape of Jueyun Karst, remembering the days you spent here with your husband and the other Adepti, memories you wish to forget, even the fond ones. You felt your hands clench at the thought of all those thousands of years you spent imprisoned, one by chain and cage and then with a ring and vow.

“Are you okay, Miss (Name)?” You heard Lumine question, her face fixated on your own. You made yourself look at her, and she looked worried for you.

“Yes, why would I not be?” You replied, questioning her in return which gave her and Paimon a flabbergasted expression.

“…your husband was killed in front of you.”

“So? He is not my husband anymore, he’s dead.” Lumine still looked so perplexed at your explanation, but she simply did not know or understand what happened during all those years. “There are some things you cannot understand especially with the perceptive Liyue has of him, which is true but he was not just what they speak of. You asked me before what I felt of him and his death and the truth is I felt relieved when I saw his corpse.”

“You what!?” The high pitched voice of Paimon squealed in your ear when you said that. “You’re happy your husband is dead?”

“It sounds strange but if you know the story behind it, the true story, it is not so hard to understand. Those love stories that Childe mentioned, do not believe them, they are all lies. Remember history is formed by the victors, and I did not win.” You looked at Lumine and her confused expression. “I will explain at some point, but it is best you understand the present of the land before you try to understand the past of the land. I am sure your time in Liyue will bring light to that, once you return from the abode of the Adepti, come and find me.”

“Wait, you’re not coming with us?” You nodded your head at Lumine’s question, your eyes going to drift up at the mountains that hold the abodes of Mountain Shaper and Cloud Retainer.

“I cannot come with you, this place holds too many painful memories for me.” You forced a smile, but in your mind you could remember the cries of agony you wept after you broke your contract with Rex Lapis, those five hundred years of pain. “You will find Mountain Shaper on Mount Hulao, and then Cloud Retainer on Mount Aozang. You can tell them that Moon Carver sent you and if that does not work, tell them that I sent you and show them this…”

You slipped off your glove and you expected to see the mark your husband left you with after your act of disobedience, but it was not there, it was gone. You silently guessed that it vanished with his death, as death did you part. You shook away that thought for the time being and slipped off your wedding band, made of pure cor lapis, engraved with a long forgotten language of ancient Liyue. You took Lumine’s hand and placed the tin open her palm before your hand folded her fingers to curl around it.

“One last request, if you have the chance there is a cavern between Mt. Aozang and Qingyun Peak at the bottom of Huaguang Stone Forest. If you want a silver of the truth of who Rex Lapis really is you will find it there, but be warned that if you go there somethings are hard to unsee.” Lumine only nodded to your request, but did not say anything else and nor did you. You only gave a quick glance before you turned on your heel and began walking back, back to Liyue Harbor, a city that feels strange to you now.

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You returned to Liyue Harbor, but you decided not to return to your home, you just could not make yourself return there now. You instead found yourself walking down to the docks, wanting to feel the comfort of the ocean again. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dangling your feet in the water that had an orange glow as the sun set over the harbor. You closed your eyes and remembered the time you and your siblings would converse by the water, not just you and your sister, but your whole family. The gods of Teyvat that are no Adepti, nor wind of Mondstadt, or subservient to any Archon of the land.

“Come little sister, you are the goddess of the rain, you have no reason to fear the water.” Your older brother told you, extending his hand to you as to help you wade into the water. Your brother had taken his human form as to be less intimidating to his younger siblings, namely you and your sister. “Come now, I will protect you for everything that swims knows my name as they will know yours.”

“But, it’s so deep.” You were hesitant to go any further than where the waves just hit your feet. “Who knows what’s down there.”

“I know the depths of the ocean, for it is my home and I promise nothing that dwells there is scarier than I and you don’t fear me, do you?” You shook your head no to his question and took a breath in before taking his hand. He guided you deeper into the water, but still making sure the water did not go over your head. “See, you are perfectly safe here, safer than anywhere because the ocean will always protect you.”

You hummed as you remembered the comfort the ocean had with your brother, and it still provided comfort but you could not see him anymore thanks to the one who calls himself your husband. You heard footsteps approach you, coming to stop behind you. At first you got a bad case of deja vu, remember the times your husband would drag you away from the water, saying how it was to protect you from the dangers of the deep. You could not get yourself to look behind you.

“Back so soon? I’m guessing Lumine is still off meeting with the Adepti.” A wave of relief washed over you as you heard the Fatui Harbinger’s voice. You looked over your shoulder to see the red haired man.

“Yes, I figured she could navigate herself from where I left her.” You responded as Childe came to sit next to you on the dock, his legs not dangling over the edge as to avoid the water. “She’ll be alright.”

“Is that the entire truth?” His words were sudden and caught you off guard. You glanced at him, a confused look plastered on your face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, with all due respect, you’re a terrible liar.” His empty blue eyes looked over the vast ocean before you, his eyes landed on Guyun Stone Forest in the distance. “When most women's husbands die they are weeping at their side, so I suspect those stories are nothing but fiction.”

“That… is correct.” There was no point in lying, he already knew, probably figured it out when you were talking to him before. “What do you want, Childe? Need I remind you that I am no mere mortal, I’m still a god even if I am weaker than the others.”

“I mean no harm, I just want to make a deal, no contract necessary.” He reached out and gestured into the distance where he was looking, Guyun Stone Forest. You knew who lay under there, all of Liyue knew. “You miss him don’t you?

“Morax?”

“No, your brother.” Childe corrected you and your face dropped to be emotionless and your gaze fell onto the water that reflected you both.

“I miss all my siblings.”

There was a pungent moment of silence between the two of you, no glances or words exchanged. Your heart ached for your family, your sisters, your brothers, but they were all but gone now, some dead, some sealed away, and others unknown to you.

“Here is my deal, help me…” you could feel his eyes fix on you again, watching you for your reaction. Then when he said those words he got the reaction he wanted, eyes widened, mouth agape, and body frozen. “…and I’ll make sure your brother is freed.”

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neverchecking · 10 months

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i see requests are open and i come humbly asking, begging for something with Reader and the triplets. preferably nsfw but anything is appreciated and thanked. we’ve gotten crumbs but i’m greedy and want more for them please 🤲🏼 -🐝

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Smut so MDNI! 18+

Smut CW: Foursomes, three dudes, one reader. AFAB Reader, Double penetration, anal play. mouth fucking,

"Can't you stay on your fucking side?!"

Whoever thought this was a good idea needed to be thrown down a cliff. Or off a river. Which ever option gave them a more painful death, because this was painful. Pure agony.

Who's bright idea was it to stuff him in a room with the fucking Failure of a hero and the soldier with a stick so far up his ass he was flossing with splinters. Seriously. They could sleep outside like the dogs that they were, in his humble opinion.

The only good thing to come out of this was that he would get to sleep with his goddess. That wasn't new, per say, he had managed to convince them that he had needed you lest he do something dramatic. That wasn't a lie, not exactly, maybe just an exaggerated truth. Because he did need you. He needed you so badly. He needed to feel your plush skin against his and feel your chest rise and fall. Watch every breath you took.

That was just the way things were.

But he had no idea who these two fell into that equation.

"There are no sides, you feral primate."

If he wasn't in the presence of his Goddess, he would've thrown patchwork over there on his ass. Mark his words, he'd do it the first chance he got. That was a promise.

With a snarl, Sage raised a lip to bare his sharp canines, glowing down at Road rash. How he was ever allowed in your presence was beyond him, but you allowed it and he was not one to go against your word. Even if it ate away at him every second.

"You're right. Maybe you should just leave entirely. Take a long walk off a short cliff?" He offered, readjusting his hold on your hips. It was a bit of a feat, convincing you to let him in, using generous amounts of oil and extended periods of stretching to prep the virgin hole for him. But it was all worth it. It may not have compared to your dripping cunt, that was an entirely different feeling, euphoric in every way, but this had it's pros. This was untouched by anyone. And if it meant letting Knightly down there bust his load in the first two seconds to get him out of the way, then he was willing to put in the work.

Besides, it had gotten you to make an entirely new assortment of sounds that he loved hearing, feeling you clench in an entirely new way.

"Eat shit." Wild snarled back, threading his fingers into your hair. Your eyes, pleading and wide and wet with tears, looked up at him before falling downwards. Any noises you were capable of making were muffled as you masterfully swallowed around the cock in your mouth.

Sage gently brushed your hair back. "You're doing so well for me, sunshine." His eyes caught another pair, making him smirk cruelly. "Doing okay down there, prude?"

Below you was the newest addition, who didn't give an answer. He was too put together, with hair that was clean and trimmed and armor that shined almost as much as the Captain's, but he, in some capacity was them in a way. Which was probably the only reason Sage let either of them near what was his. Calamity, they had dubbed him, Cal for short, was beneath you, stuffed into your cunt as he suckled on your tit like a newborn babe. He seemed in pure bliss as his own eyes turned bloodshot, tears pearling in the corners of his eyes. Every move of Sage's hips that jostled you on Cal had the knight whimpering and crying out, curling in on himself and bringing you with him.

It was all a chain reaction.

Sage would thrust forward, fulfilling his own personal mission on carving his place in each and every one of your holes, and pushing you forward onto Wild's own cock. You would stutter, choke a bit before breathing through your nose as he pulled back just a bit. With the rock forward you would raise just the slightest off of Cal, making him gasp around whatever nipple has attention before Sage would pull you back onto his own, and consequently onto Cal. He would arch up into you, giving a particularly harsh suck and making you moan around Wild's cock.

It was all like clockwork.

And in a way, it was poetic. Every piece moving in sync to directly follow it's predecessor before flowing into the next. Like a well oiled machine, everything would click into place, complete the cycle, only to restart itself all over again and repeat the process.

His divinity was quite the sight to behold. Even as the smell of sex permeated the air and sweat dripped down the glorious curve of your back, he found himself licking his teeth, practically drooling above you. You were always a sight, even after he had thoroughly debauched your form. When your thighs were quivering, glistening in your own cum as he sat up from his feast. When you cried into the pillows and blankets as his hips crashed with yours. When you looked up at him through thick lashes, expression much to innocent for the sinful acts you would preform unto him. You were his favorite muse. His own little reward for the shit that good-for-nothing fake had him do.

And he would cherish you. Even when you insist he share and play nice with others.

With a grunt, he leaned down, tongue dragging alone your spine and up to one of your shoulder blades, coating the patch of skin he settled on in his own saliva before biting. Cooper flooded his sense, making him shudder as the consequences of his actions ricocheted around him. Your sudden gasp and orgasmic moan had Wild stilling, head falling back as his hips twitched. Cal stilled beneath you, arms snacking between Sage's own body and your own to pull you closer to him as he cried out around you.

But you, you were what made it so worth it. Your walls clenched and spasmed over and over again as your entire body shook. Your thighs tried clamping together to no avail as your back arched and quivered. Every part of you seemed to be in pure euphoria as pure lust drawled across your features.

He loved that look.

Letting a hand fall between your legs, he quickly used his middle and ring finger to press against your clit, making your twitches amplify before he was rubbing smooth circles into the nerves. Every roundabout had you crying a new sound as Wild pulled free. His hand quickly ran up and down his shaft as your head fell forward, noises no longer gagged by that good for nothing as they ran free in the air. Sage's hips never slowed, keeping their pace in time with his thrusts.

Your movements never stopped, even as Cal gathered his own bearings, shuffling his hips just the slightest. When he picked up a smooth tempo, you shattered.

And like a machine, it all feel into place. Your head fell back so you could look at Sage, drool shining your lips in a glorious gleam as nothing but pure, empty glee warped your features. The spasms around his cock never ceased before loosening just the slightest. A crash of something wet trailed down his thighs and painted Cal's own as burrowed as far as he could into your swollen cunt. The red lips were soon dripping a milky white as the knight's own whimpers were gagged around your breasts.

Streaks of white painted your cheeks and lips as Wild gently tilted your head back, thumb brushing against the curve of your jaw.

Sage's own hips stilled as deep as he could physically reach, pumping you full of everything he had to offer. Anything you wanted and it would be yours. You simply had to ask him.

A moment of silence fell over the trio, before Sage was grinning, unlatching from his place on your shoulder.

"Hope you two virgins aren't tapped out yet. I'm sure our goddess has a few more in her."

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miam0re · 1 year

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Hi!

Could you please write the brothers reacting to this scenario following Season Three's end (fully SFW, please!):

After they arrived in the human world to visit, MC had started acting secretive. They were hiding something from their partner, and would readily admit it. "It's nothing bad!" They would assure the brother, refusing to let it slip.

As it approached the time for the brothers to return to the Devildom, MC seemed more and more excited, talking about their own inevitable return once they have learned more magic.

Then the farewell party came and the brothers gathered together to ask Diavolo to let MC marry into the family. We all know how that ended. Diavolo saying marriage between a human and a demon was not -had never been - an option left MC stunned and quiet for the rest of the night.

The next morning, as they say their goodbyes, MC takes the brother's hand and whispers in his ear. "Wear this to remember me by," they say as they place a ring in his palm.

Back in the Devildom, the brother takes the time to look at MC's gift. It's an attractive band, etched with designs inspired by the brother and MC's symbolic animals on the outside and their names on the inside. The brother can't help but think that it would make an excellent wedding ring.

Thanks for your time!

By 'season 3' I assume you mean the 3rd arc in game...ie ch41-60

I still haven't reached there cuz my deck power is absolute shit

Looking at your request(and interpreting what I think you want to ask), I was a bit stumped on the kinds of reactions that the demon brothers would have for such a thing so I turned to a friend for help haha.

Gets a little angsty so well 👀

A Ring to Remember | Demon Brothers

The one who spends hours at his desk, holding the ring with a restrained grip, lest his emotions get the best of him and the diamond shatters into a million tiny pieces. “Why are you making this so difficult for me?” He scoffs to himself, heartbroken as he stores the ring into his desk drawer, unable to look at it and remember your beautiful face and the memories made together…

The one who can’t bear seeing the ring, yet he wants to keep you close to his heart at all time. He cared for you so much, so why did the universe have to keep you away? “Nah! I don’t miss the human at all! I’m better off!” He convinces his brothers (or not) as the ring hangs on a golden chain around his neck, hidden from sight as he hides his agony from the world…

The one who think you’re probably out there already with someone else, someone better than him and in a fit of jealousy tosses it out his bedroom window. “Pfft, I don’t need any stupid ring as a reminder of you.” Regrets how stupid he was being and spent hours looking for it, tearing the garden apart, sitting on his knees and wailing loudly when the ring is nowhere in sight…

The one who lets his wrath get the best of him, shaking with rage as he lets fists fly, crashing into the bookshelves and dropping books all over the carpeted floor. “This is not fair! None of this is fair!” He screams into the void, knees weak as he joins the pile of books, sobbing while clutching the ring close to his chest, hoping some magic would let the two of you be together…

The one who accepts fate as it is, smiling bitterly while slipping the diamond ring on his finger, admiring how the light catches in the carved edges. “The beauty of the diamond ring can never compare to ours when we’re together.” Plays with the ring constantly, sometimes pouting to himself about how he’s being deprived of vitamin U and hoping he can see your smile a few times more…

The one who no longer feels an appetite for food, but only a longing to have you in his arms and fill the space in his life. “Food just doesn’t taste the same without you around.” Spends hours in a stretch in bed, staring at the ring and trying it on his ring finger, till his emotions spout out uncontrollably, crying into the pillows about how much he misses you…

The one who stays in the attic and talks to the stars about his day, imagining that the star was you, his dearest. “No matter what happens, you will always remain in my heart.” Always wears the ring and thinks of the two of you stargazing and spending moments together. He spends even more time sleeping, resting on the fluffy pillows with scents that reminded him of you…

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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Can You do a reaction where Luca, Victor, Andrew, Edgar and Kevin (separately) s/o’s get a new skin that’s sexy where they have things like spandex, chains, corset, high heels and a whip accessory as well. Maybe the skin also makes them more dominant.

Luca, Andrew, Victor, Edgar, Kevin, and Naib's S/O with an inappropriate costume

Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW

Warning: suggestive asf

Exiting Miss Nightingale's sewing room, (Name) couldn't help but get an ominous feel from the woman's smile as she bid them goodbye, telling them that she had a surprise for them once their match started.

'Oh well, it couldn't be that bad' they thought, taking a seat in the waiting room.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐀

Luca was decoding like normal, that is, until you arrived. A red blush decorated your cheeks. Now, why were you so embarrassed, he wondered, his eyes trailing down.

Red rapidly crept up his cheeks, his eyes wide, ignoring the sensation of the cipher machine shocking him—though, failing a calibration didn't stop him from staring at you.

You hit him lightly with the handle of the whip, "H, hey! snap out of it will you?! Ganji is still kiting so you best get to decoding the last cipher while I rescue Anne" they say in a strict manner, one hand on their hip as they walk away in their stilettos.

Luca nods, face still red as he forces himself to think of something other than you in that damned outfit—he wondered about how it would feel to caress your thighs in those fishnets.

he's very much a pervert but a gentlemanly one—he's your pervert tho

will squeeze your thighs in those fishnets—it's very tempting okay

thanks miss nightingale for it, he even sends a fucking letter

although he hates being treated roughly, he lowkey wants you to hit him with that whip please do it once, lightly though since you don't want him to remember being in prison

needless to say, whenever he accidentally whistles, he tells you it's one of his tics but either way, you can't actually tell slick bastard

he begs you to wear the costume again but just for him and no one else

he actually shocked norton because he stared at you for too long

but, how the hell are you walking in those things?!?!

and how are you even able to participate in matches comfortably? isn't that corset suffocating you?

He trails his hands up your thighs, letting out small groans as you tug on his hair. Your thighs wrap around his head, squeezing slightly as his tongue prods at your hole. "R, Right there" they moan out, caressing the back of his head as he works his tongue faster.

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒

Andrew may be a religious man but he swears he almost drooled when he saw you in such indecent clothing. He wanted to reprimand you but it seemed that he found himself to be rather unwilling.

He snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your waist. "Are you begging for punishment by wearing such revealing clothing dear?" he whispered, the albino's voice an octave deeper than usual.

Andrew places a soft kiss on your nape, admiring the red hue dancing across your face as he cups your face. He smiles, a sadistic teasing look in his eyes as he turns to leave.

Halfway across the church, he turns to them, eyeing the whip on the back of their shorts. "I suggest hiding that from me later lest you want that to replace my hands later on" his voice echoing and leaving (Name) simmering in their anticipation.

this guy... a huge tease, a sadistic one at that

no, he will not let you dominate him, behave yourself or else he'll punish you

as much as he dislikes such scandalous clothing, he finds himself enjoying seeing it on you

if he has to rescue you, i can guarantee that he'll just lift you up instead of watching you run in those high heels, he's stronger than he looks

he will actually use that whip on you, tread carefully dear

he pokes at your butt whenever he passes by you in a match and you're wearing that costume

if anyone dares to lay a hand on you he will hit them with his shovel

he's very very possessive, he doesn't care if it's a sin, if it's you it does not matter

A loud smack echoes within the confines of Andrew's room. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as he caresses your ass, admiring the red markings his hand left. A dark chuckle leaves his mouth as they squirm, his hand steadying them on his lap. "Be good, or else I won't let you cum" he whispers, nibbling on their ear.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐙

Victor's blush crawled up his neck, reaching the very tips of his ears when his eyes landed on your figure. He obeyed your orders so well, smiling softly at you.

His eyes were filled with adoration, one would've thought he was so innocent—yeah no. (Name) knew from the get go that they'd be in for a lot after the match ended. Victor may be a sweetheart but he enjoys being a tease right after.

They could feel his eyes trailing up and down their figure as they moved, a soft smile being sent their way whenever their eyes met.

Victor's warm hand wrapped around their ankle, a worried look in his eyes as he removed the high heel. He set them on a bench, removing their other shoe before lifting them into his arms. "Let's get to the exit gate while the Dream Witch is occupied" (Name) orders, Victor nodding before running to the open gate.

you'd expect him to be the type that gets dominated right? well, yes and no

he'll let you dominate him but don't be fooled, he'll be much worse later one

he's a sweetheart, an absolute softie... it applies in bed as well but his teasing makes it so fucking unbearable

will massage your legs because he knows they hurt, will offer to carry you if your feet hurt

he isn't really bothered by the clothing, he's mature and in control of his libido

he thinks you look stunning in everything

don't take it too far with dominating him though, he'll be more than happy to switch your positions

will send letters to you singing praises about how good you look using wick—please pet wick when he does

he'll try to cover you up if anyone stares at you

Victor smiles lovingly, gently holding onto your waist as you hold onto his shoulders. He sat on the ground, his back propped up against the wall of his bedroom with you on top of him on his lap. (Name) pulls him close using his collar, "Victor, just take me already" they whine, impatient as they rub against the postman's thigh. Victor hums, "Alright then" he whispered against their lips, reaching into their underwear.

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍

"Why are you trying to order me around?" Edgar hisses out, arms folded over his chest as he arches his eyebrow. (Name) shakes their head, "It's this stupid skin, I can't control it :(" they reply, a tired and annoyed look on their face as they shake their head.

Edgar sighs, "I'll tell the hunter that we're surrendering so we can fix this problem, we can't have you running around the map in that" he points to your clothing, a scoff leaving his lips. He takes off his capelet, wrapping it around your shoulders before walking in the direction he saw the hunter at previously.

(Name) gushes at their lover, a look of euphoria painting their face as they squeal over Edgar's actions. "Eddy I wuv you so muchhhh" they bang on the worn-down hospital's walls, a vibrant blush on their face.

Orpheus peers at them from above, shaking his head. "Valden, your S/O is just as Liam says, a simp" he deadpans, walking away from the building to decode.

he's a tsundere istg

he's not one to mind such clothing, he's painted people naked after all

he thinks you look attractive in the clothing but that's because his lovely S/O is always beautiful

if anyone even dares to stare at you and make you uncomfortable he'll throw his easel at them, he'll even threaten to poke their eyes out, what's his is his alone, alright?

he prefers seeing you in your usual clothing, his clothing even or be naked, just as long as he's the only one able to see you of course

he tried out your high heels, he hates them, he now looks up to people that wear such things

he's a grumpy cat and you're his loyal simp, quite a lovely pair

he loves you a lot, doesn't really care about anything sexual so if you want him to do something, you're gonna have to make him jealous or even better, just ask him.

"To think that you wanted me to do such things to you, how indecent of you doll" he whispered into your ear, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear as he rubs your sensitive chest. He smiles down at you, "Don't worry, i'll take very good care of you", relishing your soft mewls of pleasure.

𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎

As much as the cowboy thinks you're hot in that outfit, he does not like the stares that come with it. He uses his lasso to smack both survivors and hunters that stare—it doesn't matter if you're a woman, he believes in equality.

He follows you around the entire game, letting you order him around and whatnot. You even stole his hat—did you not know what it meant to steal a cowboy's hat?

"Kevin, carry me to the exit gate, I'm tired" (Name) demands, leaning against the cowboy's chest. Kevin looks away, trying to hide the faint blush on his cheeks—who knew he'd like being ordered around.

He runs to the gate, ignoring the other two that were still in the map. A lopsided smile on his face as he turns to look down on you. You were so mean to him during the match, hitting him with the whip and leaving such painful marks on him, he was not going to let that slide.

will be a flirt the entire match, all while being extremely overprotective

will shower you in compliments because he knows damn well that you have bad thoughts of yourself

he's always thought of how you'd look in such clothing so he thinks it's a blessing that miss nightingale made it

he's a fucking simp, man is so hooked on you

he gives "you'd look good even in a trash bag" type of simp

if you ever decide to steal his hat and wear it, he'll tell you why at night and see if you consent

he kinda wants to see if he can stab someone with those high heels

"Sweetheart, did you know that when you wear the hat of a cowboy," he leaned down, pressing you against his chest as he slammed the door of his room shut, "you ride the cowboy it belongs to" his voice husky and his breath tickling your neck.

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

The mercenary whistles at the sight of his S/O decoding. He walks up to them silently, eyes trained on the plumpness of their ass. His hand meets with their bottom, a satisfying smack resounding through the air.

A squeak leaves (Name)'s mouth, they turn to him and smack him with their whip. Naib winks at them, ignoring the stinging sensation on his wrist as he smiles cockily at them.

"NAIB! GO DECODE YOU LITTLE," "What? continue, go on, what were you gonna call me?" Naib teases, watching them stumble over their words.

"Let's talk later... in private" Naib says, not letting them continue as he races off to rescue William. They stand there defeated, their ass still stinging.

he has that stupid shit-eating grin on his face—HE DOESN'T EVEN HIDE THE FACT THAT HE'S STARING

when he rescues you, he makes sure he's right behind you so he can watch your ass jiggle in those fishnets as you vault over walls and pallets

he thinks your clothes are too thin—he wonders if you’d be able to stand the cold in leo’s memory

a pervert but he's your pervert

he can't help but want his hands all over your body

gets hard during the match, you're his first lover after all, he's never had someone to love and adore beforehand

he likes it when you're a brat, much more fun to break you

admires the fact that you can run and vault walls with those heels

he likes the whip, it's a very good weapon against the hunters, now if only he could use it

Naib's blue eyes stare into your own, a soft smirk on his lips as he rubs your hips. "Do you want me to continue?" he whispers against your neck, his knee rubbing against your clothed sex as you're pushed up against his room’s door.

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Acts of Service with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List All fanfic masterlist

Physical Touch Word of Affirmation Quality Time

Just thoughts of how the TF boys express their love for you in acts of service. Let me know if you'd like to see the other love languages!

Warnings: Refernces to abuse in the past (v vague, brief), nightmares, drinking, sleeping issues, but it's mostly soft

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Will Miller

Will had gotten up at an ungodly hour. Well, he always did. Will got up before you, going for a run if the weather was nice, and working out in the basement if it wasn't. Today was one of those days. You stayed in bed sleeping until the alarm went off, it looked too cold and snowy out there. Then you hit snooze. and again. and again. and- OH SHIT! You're gonna be late. You always allot for hitting snooze up to five times, but you forgot about the cold! Scrambling out of bed, you quickly dress and head for the door, preparing to scrap ice off your freezing cold car and sit in it, knowing it wouldn't really warm up before you got to work. As you scramble out the door, wrapping your scarf around your neck, you suddenly realize why you didn't hear the familiar sound of Will's weights. The walkway, steps, and driveway were shoveled and salted, and your car had already had all the snow removed and ice scrapped. It was running (doors locked of course) and would be nice and warm for you. Shit, you had enough time you could stop at McDonalds for a McMuffin...

When Will came home that night, after a long day, he found the dinning room table set, wine on the table and a multiple course meal laid out before. He never did anything for something in return, coming home to you was gift enough, but nights like this, when he was tired and aching, knowing he had good food waiting for him at home made every aching step that much easier. Aw shit, you made pie?!?!?! You had that Miller sweet tooth wrapped around your pretty little finger

Francisco Morales

Frankie showed his love in small ways, things you never failed to notice. He was used to self-sacrifice, but with you, it didn't feel like a sacrifice at all. You always thanked him, verbally or with a smile when he opened the door for you, brought you coffee in the morning, or ordered for you when you were anxious (always remember exactly how you liked your burrito bowl). But what got you was years into the relationship. Frankie was in the bathroom when the food came, burgers and fries for everyone, and you snatched the pickle right out of his basket, and Benny made the comment "Damn, he must really love you if he lets you eat the pickle", to which you reply "Frankies doesn't like pickles?" This set off a chain of reactions from the boys, assuring you that no, no Frankie loves pickles, and always tries to steal theirs. If you weren't already married you would propose to him right there, as he exited the bathroom, shaking his wet hands and griping about no paper towels.

You wake up to an empty bed, and realize Frankie must've had a nightmare. You really wished he would wake you when this happened, but you knew it was hard for him to ask for help. You find him asleep on the living room couch, his comfort hat on as How I Met Your Mother played loudly in front of him, no doubt an attempt to stay away. Careful not to wake him, lest he never go back to sleep, you turn off the tv, pull a blanket over him, and put on a nightlight as you turned the lights off, just in case he had another one.

Benny Miller

"BENNYYYYYYYYYY" You shout loudly through your cell phone. "I know it's late but Uber's are like, $70 right now!"

"I'll be there in 10, honey"

Benjamin was there in 8. He picked you up, and all your friends. As you sat in the front seat, you watched as he helped them into their respective places. When asked how they all made it to bed alive after all that fireball, they told you how Benny (who they were all comfortable around, and who had asked before entering their homes) had held their hand as they got their heels off, had them each drink water, and chastely waited in the hallway until he was sure they safely in bed. You had woken up that morning with a raging headache and nausea, but promptly found a trashcan by your bedside. Benny came in when he heard you throwing up, entering with a slightly sarcastic, but none the less sweet "morn'n sunshine" He cleaned out the soiled trashcan, and spend the better part of the day taking care of you as you promised repeatedly to never drink again.

You wake up to your phone buzzing at 2 am, Benny gone from your bed, and his name lighting up your phone. "Benny? What's wrong?" Benny explains he couldn't sleep, a common occurrence for him, so he went for a run. Ben was prone to long bouts of depression, and thought he could just exercise them away. He found himself 2 miles down the road, unable to take another step. You hoped in your car, quickly parking and running to him as he lay sprawled out on the grass. He apologized for waking you, but said he just couldn't move. Something wasn't connecting in his brain. He felt exhausted despite running a forth of his usual. Drained. Taking off your flannel, you lay beside him and pull it over the two of you. 'It's okay, we'll lay here until you're ready'

Santiago Garcia

Santi was protective by nature. He kept you tightly around him at bars and crowds, unless of course you wanted to do something or talk to someone. He wouldn't stop you from doing stuff, of course, but if he could be there to protect you in any way you could. He'd pull you in away from the street when you walked so that you were on the inside of the sidewalk, cover the end of a table if you went over to grab something so you didn't hit your head, and if he stopped too fast to avoid an accident, his hand was always in front of you like a seat belt. There were things of course he couldn't protect you from, things that happened long before he knew you. But Santi was always there. Holding you every nightmare, taking you to every therapy appointment and going in with you if that'd what you needed, and letting you cry if you just needed to be sad. One day ou said you felt like you could scream, like something was clawing inside you. He drove you out to the beach, where no one was in January, and let you scream your lungs out as he stood with you in the cold.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine"

"Get your ass inside"

You had caught Santi bent over when you were bringing him lemonade as he mowed the lawn. Sitting him on the couch you bring out two packs of peas wrapped in towels, you prop his legs up on the coffee table you usually yelled at him to get his feet off, and handed him the lemonade and remote, going outside to mow the lawn for him, something you hated doing, but decided to try and at least help with from now on, since his knees seemed to bother him more.

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How you enjoyed! I love my TF boys <3

LMK if you'd like to be added or removed from my tag list! I decided I'll keep one tag list for triple frontier, and one for moon knight, so if you only want to be on one or the other!

@welcometostayingawake @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @kittyofalltrades @luciannadraven33 @littlenosoul @jake-g-lockley @milkymoon2483 @in-between-the-cafes @howaboutcastiel

#triple frontier #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #benny miller #garrett hedlund #charlie hunnam #will miller #pedro pascal #frankie morales #santiago garcia x reader #benny miller x reader #will miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fluff #fluff #comfort

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Hello! How would you work a 'forest fire' quirk? Where the user can sprout red flowers which they can then cause to combust into flames? Could they sprout on any surfaces/without soil? I'm not sure how to turn this idea into a working quirk.

I see it working as an Emitter type Quirk that allows the user to make small, glowing specs of pollen from their body and spread them over twenty feet from them. When they land, they will start to grow into small, red flowers that give off a soft glow. The user may then cause these flowers to ignite and may do this selectively. The flames are surprisingly self-contained, quickly burning through themselves before dispersing, though they can spread on the right material. Flowers near each other can link together, forming a link of vines that can set off a chain reaction. This gives the user a good mix of offense and defense, planting seeds of destruction wherever they are needed. They can lay them around as traps, carefully destroy materials, set them up for defenses, suddenly grow them to attack someone, or string them up to use as light bulbs. Though the flowers' ability to grow and ignite is heavily dependent on where they land and how flammable they are. The pollen cannot grow on people and the user will need to be careful how they apply the fire lest it spread out of their control. A possible name for the Quirk could be "Fire Flower" or "Forest Fire".

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Original Quirk

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jaundicerat · 2 years

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Hannibal is not a Cannibal AU

SO I'm getting back into Hannibal (NBC) again and had the thought "What if Hannibal wasn't the Ripper, but was still a total piece of shit?" and that thought spiraled into an AU concept.

The only other major changes I made was Will is a few years younger, Abigail was a child instead of a teen when the Shrike was active, and Hannibal and Will met through Alana when Will was in grad school. These changes are for convenience's sake more than anything.

Hannibal is still a malignant narcissist.

He's extremely petty and engages in social sabotage to get back at people. Slights against him or his family more often than not lead to ostracization and losing one's career prospects. His emotions are large and loud, from burning hatred to obsession, but his reactions are cold and calculated.

He dresses well and attends galas, the opera, and art shows with his beautiful husband on his arm while he plays with his circle of sycophants like dolls. He dresses up his daughter in pretty dresses and scarves to cover the slash across her throat while people fawn over his lovely family, and what a doting father he is.

His only real bond is with Will. Abigail, to him, is an extension of Will rather than a separate person. Will belongs to him, and therefore she does too. She is a chip of control he uses to keep his husband content in their little family, and to not seek relationships outside the home.

Hannibal lords over Will's life, and Will doesn't seem to notice or care. They met through Alana Bloom when Will was still a shy graduate student, and Hannibal was a trauma surgeon. He saw a perfect partner in the young man almost 15 years his junior, and started manipulating their relationship to ensure that Will would remain chained to him.

Will is still a maladjusted empath.

He meets Hannibal through Alana, being her favorite charity project, and was quietly hostile at first, but drawn in by the fact that Hannibal was unreadable to him. Hannibal, the manipulative bastard he is, manages to worm his way into his life and implant himself in it. They met when Will was 23 and he was Will Lecter by 26.

He clings to his bonds with his family and dogs, and rejects everyone else, because he can see their untrustworthiness (sometimes with the "help" of Hannibal.) People are naturally drawn in by his sharp tongue and pretty face, but with a flash of his Cartier wedding ring or a glare from his burly, 6’ tall husband sends them packing. He enjoys that extra padding to send people away that he didn’t have the luxury of in college.

He quit working for the BAU after shooting Garrett Jacob Hobbs. He keeps his lecturing job, teaching trainees at Quantico to think like he does, but is steadfast in keeping Jack Crawford out of his classroom, lest another young adult gets traumatized or ruined by the job before they are even agents.

Abigail is his baby, something to protect and love, like her birth father and his own parents failed to do. He's constantly worried about her. She was placed with them after the GJH incident when she was 10 years old. He took the cocooning period very seriously, being a stay-at-home dad until she was 13.

Abigail is still traumatized to the point of apathy.

Her first father tried to kill her (the gash across her throat is a constant reminder) and her new fathers are better, by a wide margin, but as she gets older she can see the cracks in the foundation of her parent’s marriage. Not that Hannibal would ever allow the exposure of those imperfections.

She was homeschooled by Will for 3 years, before being enrolled in a private school just before she turned 14. This should give her more than enough time to socialize with children her age, but she is so numbed by her trauma that maintaining friendships is difficult for her.

Will and her have bonded to each other in the wake of the traumatic shooting of GJH, leading to him micromanaging out of anxiety, and her people-pleasing. Hannibal doesn't love her, she knows that, but he buys her nice things, and makes her good food. He even puts on shows of affection for Will's approval.

They send her to Alana Bloom for therapy, where she mostly lies and flashes looks of sadness and grief for the doctor, and that she is oh-so-grateful to her fathers for taking her in. She was never a suspect, not really, being a little girl while the Shrike was active. However, she (like Will) is kept under a microscope by the psychiatric circles her fathers' brush up against in their work.

Other misc. things for this AU to make sense that don't fit in the character analysis part:

Jack Crawford’s sphere of control over Will is lessened by Hannibal being Will’s husband, rather than just an ally that Jack feels he can assert control over. That almost completely nullifies Jack’s manipulations to keep Will in the field after the Shrike case, coupled with the fact that they are granted custody of Abigail Hobbs.

Hannibal eventually became a psychiatrist for the same reason he gives in the show, lack of control over his patient’s mortality, even when his work is flawless.

Alana Bloom is the Lecter’s only “family friend.” Being Hannibal’s former protégé, Abigail’s therapist, and an advocate for Will’s wellbeing while working for the FBI, she is the only trusted person outside the family by the two men. Will trusts her with the safety of his only child, and Hannibal knows she won't interfere in his marriage.

The Chesapeake Ripper, and by extension the Copycat, is a nonentity. Without the Copycat showing Will what the Shrike was not, the whole case was a lot more taxing on him, further incentivizing his resignation.

Will still had encephalitis, which Hannibal caught and had treated quickly. It gave him ample opportunity to further appear as the brilliant physician and loving, caring husband.

They still have dogs, but they are 3 dogs raised from puppies instead of Will’s 7 strays. One is large and trained as a guard dog, while the other 2 are small terriers.

#hannibal tv #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #will graham #abigail hobbs #alana bloom #jack crawford #hannigram #murder husbands #the hannibal brainrot is back in full force buckos #i'll really write 1000 words in my notes app for hannigram shit but have to force myself to write 750 for an assignment huh

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sorceress-queen · 1 year

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Arthur x Morgana [ArMor]

Arthur kills Morgana's husband, and they have a long-needed talk following his burial. This is AU + older ArMor + possessive/jealous Arthur. A bit angsty but overall happy.

Morgana does not speak to him until they are the only ones left standing by her husband's grave.

"Arthur." is the first word that passes her mouth, and it stops him dead in his tracks. She has not said his name in so long, constantly referring to him by his appropriate titles to show her spite for him, no doubt, to rub in the distance between them, and yet his heart still skips a beat.

"You should not have done this." She sighs as she turns her face towards him, her lengthy hair flowing in the wind; as the blond man looks at her now, free from the shackles of her marriage, he couldn't disagree with her statement more. In fact, he thinks that he should have done this the day the man came to ask for Morgana's hand in marriage, but he was not King then. He did not possess the powers he does now.

"Married life didn't suit you." He states simply while he tucks a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear, smiling faintly as she leans into his touch. Despite herself, Morgana shudders beneath his touch; she has spent days and nights longing for a soft touch like this, for a caring look much like the one that he gives her, for Arthur, she has longed for him all along in the solitude of her marriage.

"It won't suit you either unless you marry the right person." She retorts, implying that the man she was forced to wed for the good of Camelot (one of Uther's last wishes before his passing) was not the one for her. He was not that bad either all things considered, but he was far from the man her heart cried for.

"Hmmm, sounds like you are speaking from experience. Perhaps, I did you a favour, too, by putting an end to his life, my lady." Arthur muses as he takes a step back from her, afraid that he has taken things too far. Morgana's gaze flickers to his raised hand with longing, already craving its warmth against her skin.

"Who else benefitted from his death?" She scoffs at him; her husband was no King, no Prince. He was a wealthy merchant whose money granted Uther full coffers, while Morgana gave the man the respect that came with a noble title.

"Camelot." He grits his teeth as he holds back from saying what he truly wants to say. He does not wish to scare her off, not when he can have her back now.

"I see," She nods in understanding as she reaches out to adjust the lapel of his coat which makes him relax against her touch. "And what are Camelot's desires now?" Morgana questions him with a smirk.

"For you to come home, everybody misses you." He takes her cold hand in his own, brushing his fingertips over her digits so softly as if he fears that she would break if he touched her with more force. The King is delighted when he finds that her wedding band is not present on her ring finger until he catches the sight of a ring dangling from her neck. Could it be? He ponders to himself.

"Even you?" She asks while she stares into his eyes, into his soul, expecting a clear, straightforward answer to her question this time around, as entertaining as their games are.

"Especially me," Arthur admits as he moves her hand to his mouth, kissing each of her knuckles. "Camelot hasn't been the same without you in it." He mutters against her soft skin, heady with the scent of her, with the taste of her on his lips.

"Oh dear, it must have been truly miserable for you to say it so plainly." She teases him, pulling her hand back from his lest he manages to elicit an illicit response from her with his innocent kisses. Morgana moves to adjust the ring on her necklace out of habit, but instead, his hand is the one that wraps around the chain, lifting the ring up to examine it with furrowed brows while she waits with berated breathe for his reaction.

"This is... ." He swallows in realisation as he looks between her and the ring in his hold. "I gave it to you before you left." Arthur lets go of the ring then while Morgana moves to rest her hands against his chest to prevent him from moving away from her, not that he seems to intend to do such a thing, however, she cannot risk losing him.

"You didn't think I would forget about that night, did you?" Her mouth moves, and he recognises the playful tilt to her tone, but all he can focus on is how lovely she looks with her cheeks flushed from the cold, with his ring on her. If only he could put it on her ring finger. Perhaps marriage would suit her after all, so long as it would be with him.

"Morgana," He utters her name in a reverent whisper as he dives forward to kiss her and wrap her in his arms. Vowing to himself to never let her go away again, not to anyplace where he is unable to follow her.

#ArMor #arthur x morgana #morgana x arthur #the lady and the champion #//listening to Cat Pierce's You belong to me while writing this fic was an experience #//+ Hozier's NFWMB

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‘ it’s not as bad as you’re making it. ’ ( from a clearly sick / heavily injured sunshine hubby do put him to bed plz )

「 RP MEME : CARING FOR SICK MUSES . 」|| @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Hanzo Hasashi doesn’t have to guess, for he should have known it when it comes to this. It always has, it always will; denying that is fruitless optimism, oftentimes. In the absence of life and death, they both remain the memories of a dream beyond the monotony of time, afar from the trials and tribulations of life. Sanity is the masquerade of madness with the rot spreading across the soul. Ever since gruesome viciousness severed his life, and even before then, Scorpion was meant to fight, even when the fight seemed downright hopeless without even a morsel of probability; of not only his own, but of Shirai Ryu’s. Perhaps it had been far too selfish to wish for things to stay the same, and worse, to want things to never change; for nothing stays still, and his love, regardless of present or nonexistent in the literal grasp of his heart and soul revolving around separate suns, will become yet another dying star amidst his mortal limitations. However, Grandmaster Hasashi’s shinning, glimmering hazelnut sea of his gaze becomes a revived resplendent light, lest it may translate to others as barely existing and dying embers.

The millennial light of heat an radiation emanating from the stronghold of his arms support the sagging weight of the beloved samurai. How such accumulation of ache, a yearning, a longing, a heart-wrenching dream of passion become a maelstrom of inferno, gaping his heart and lips. Once solemn austerity of his closed lips exhaling heated breaths, as he carefully examines the burial ground of his beloved’s scars; raked by crude memories and expectations, stories both abandoned and well-known. The grayness continues to seep into Ryou Sakai’s roots, and the clock ticks on. Lest the samurai could never be on the borrowed time, their love for life, so much of their shared love in the Earthrealm is violence; the desire to be split open, invaded, mangled and made anew. All of their devotion would turn violent, yet still, they will inwrought with golden light, the heavens’ embroidered clothes.

“How am I to speak of this unwholesome chain reaction of excruciating pain that had been long bestowed and descended upon you, but such inevitable contortions of your face must be challenging that immediate resistance of your endurance,” Grandmaster Hasashi feels the unmistakable spike of dread, even, down his spine, clenching up while his own exhaustion threatens to have his broadness fall limp. Their shared universe may come to ravish the formidable warriors with a serrated whips, to cause unspeakably, existentially worse yet pain and despair, but they have a lifetime of unfinished things left in their wake, for the curse of their ever-grieving and giving hearts which transmute their clinging grief to numerous acts of defiance; singing in the wake of their near-destruction, refusing to relinquish their strength and resolve.

“I simply yearn to further understand you. For your grief is the acknowledgement of love, an acknowledgement of life, and of the truth that follows. It is a promise of remembrance. We both were here, we were loved, and even though our hearts ache from the weight of the abysmal hole which the manifestations of evil has left, we will acknowledge every moment of happiness, in every fickle realization of content, in every dream, in every sob of nostalgia, in every turn of time, and in every way of existence....”

The lost lives must continue, for our love will live a thousand lifetimes and beyond. The unfathomable intensity of his dark chestnut eyes seem to speak his oath. Hanzo Hasashi will carry Ryou Sakai on with him, until he can’t anymore. “The span of your life may be only one facet of your actual existence, but I digress, you should never let your pain be confined to your past, for it bears no relevance to the present. Your pain may be a part of who you are, but let the past know how resiliently and tenaciously strong that makes you.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii)#✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight)#(Grandmaster Hasashi to S5 Jack)#(haven't written anything in WEEKS so I apologize if things are a bit rusty)#sonxflight

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Ok i got an monster tom x scientist reader au universe thing and no it does not take place in the red army base

Reader is a scientist and is asked to run some tests on a new specimen/monster they found, and when reader sees the specimen/monster they actually think it's kinda cute but then some other scientists shock him and even stick some needles in him and reader just feels bad for the specimen/monster at this point so nighttime rolls around and they hack into the cameras to shut them off and wear a mask so they won't get caught and go to the main room where the specimen/monster is they the reader introduces themselves to the monster the monster, thinking they're gonna hurt them, immediately backs off obviously scared and reader convinces the monster that they're not gonna hurt them and the monster shrinks as he's mostly human and says "your not gonna hurt me?" And they reassure him that they're not gonna hurt him and they sneak into the readers car and drives off the lab that the monster was in and reader asks what the "monsters" name is and says their name is "tom". Then reader makes a pit stop to a store real quick to get tom some clothes and then reader drives to they're home and introduces tom to their room and asks if they want some food/ take out or not an he says yes and they get some chinese food and watch some TV, after eating they both go to bed and reader suddenly finds themselves in Toms arms whimpering a little, and reader just kinda decides to pet his hair and rub his horns a little bit which make him purr then tom wraps his tail around reader and asks them to do it more and they do do that untill they notice that he's asleep then they both fall asleep.

Whew, I enjoyed writing this one ^^

Summary: Reader, a scientist, rescues Monster Tom from the lab that experimented on him and brings him home

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"Dr. [L/n], I'll let you oversee today's tests on TR-03."

"Alright, chief." You smiled awkwardly as your supervisor handed you the clipboard. It contained the subject's information: a one-eyed horned monster of an unknown species, though your colleagues have theorized it to be a demon. "What kind of tests are we running on it?"

"Resistance to electric shocks. There's evidence of uranium possibly circulating in its blood, so you'll be watching them extract samples as well."

As he explained, your smile gradually dropped as you looked over the information, seeing a ton of redacted information, including several incidents of the destruction it caused prior to its capture.

"So it's gonna be shocked and stuck with needles? Sounds painful."

"Its armor is thick, so it shouldn't feel a thing. Besides...I don't think you need to worry about whether it'll be painful for it." Your supervisor spoke in a rather condescending tone. "After all it's just an animal."

"I...yes, sir. I'll go oversee the tests right away." Not wanting to argue further, you just left his office and wandered through the building.

You were eager yet anxious to meet this monster.

Eventually you reached the area where the creature was being held, climbing up the stairs that led to the skybridge so you could look down into its holding chambers.

It was a massive dark purple creature, with two bright violet horns and a single black eye. Surprisingly it was allowed full movement, though judging from the many claw marks on the walls...it wouldn't surprise you if one day it was chained up to restrict such behavior.

You actually thought it was..kind of cute? It looked scary in pictures, but up-close it didn't seem as terrifying.

That only made you feel more pity for it as other scientists entered the chamber, clad in protective suits, with electric prongs and needles.

Almost immediately the monster seemed aware of what they were going to do, its eye widening as it stood on both feet and cowered in the corner. It growled in warning, only for a scientist to jab its leg with a prong in response, eliciting a roar of pain.

You physically flinched, feeling bad for the creature. But you took notes on its response to electric shocks.

Subject recognized equipment immediately, perceiving them as danger. Responded painfully to electricity.

Soon after being tortured, the monster seemed dazed, allowing another scientist in a hazmat suit to approach it and stick a needle into its hip. The vial of blood collected turned out to be red, with a glowing green aura.

As you took more notes, you heard a small whimper and looked down, seeing that the monster wasn't putting up a fight.

Instead it was...crying?

Sure enough, tears leaked from its eye as more of its blood was drawn, being electrocuted as some sick form of "sedation". It was hard to tell whether the people inside felt any sort of sympathy, but they just took their leave without saying a word to each other. Only a mere nod.

You didn't want to be here any longer than you needed to, so you finished your report and began heading back to your office.

Though you noticed the monster looking up at you, and you couldn't help but frown and murmur a simple:

"I'm sorry."

.............

After your shift was over, normally you'd go home for the night.

But on the ride home...you kept thinking of TR-03 and couldn't shake the images and sounds of its pain.

The way it responded to just seeing the prongs, and the way it looked at you as though it was begging for help, seemed far too human for it to be just a mindless animal.

Of course, you never questioned the secrets this lab kept--not wanting to be fired. But they seemed to be hiding a lot of stuff about this specimen, never speaking about its origins or even what it was capable of.

You may have only seen it for the first time today, but you wanted to know more about it. And you had a feeling that you won't get the answers you wanted by asking around.

Oh no..you were going to free it in order to find out the truth.

Not just to satisfy your own curiosity, but also because...the way it was being treated was far too cruel. To the point where it was crying.

You couldn't stand for this unethical treatment any longer. You had to do something..and be smart about it lest you got killed or worse.

After making a quick stop at a store, you found a mask and changed your clothes, completely disguising yourself. Then you got back in your car and returned to the lab, parking it somewhere far away so that you can sneak inside.

Fortunately you had security access in case any of the specimen breached their chambers. Thanks to your hacking skills you were able to disable every security camera you could find, putting them all on timers so they'd turn on later in the morning. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion.

That was the easy part.

The most important and difficult task lied ahead.

...........

As soon as you entered the monster's chamber, it woke up and grumbled with annoyance. Clearly it didn't like its rest being disturbed.

Though upon seeing you and the mask you wore, it tilted its head. "Grrrah..?"

"Shhh, it's okay." You whispered, removing the mask so it could see your face. While you were awestruck to actually see it up close and personal, you knew you had to keep calm.

But that might've been a mistake as it seemed to recognize you--the one who was watching it earlier today. It immediately backed into a corner, terrified as its chest began heaving with anxiety.

You couldn't blame it for its reaction, though your gently put your hands up and hushed it. "Please don't panic. I'm not here to hurt you. I wanna get you out of here."

"Hrrgrah?"

"Mhm." Smiling, you just pretended you could understand it. "I don't like how they treat you here. They call you an animal but..I know you're more than that."

The monster calmed down a little, before glancing up to the opposite corner. He made a noise of confusion upon seeing that the security camera's annoying red light wasn't blinking.

"I shut that off so nobody can hear or see us."

"H...ack..?"

You blinked, surprised that it could speak some English, but the fact it wasn't cowering like before was a sign it was trusting you. "Yep, I hacked the whole security complex. Now's our chance to escape, but..ah shit."

Suddenly, it never occurred to you: your mission was focused on getting to the monster, but you never considered how you'll get out with the monster.

"Damn..I'm not sure how we'll sneak you out without...." However, you trailed off as you saw it changing into a smaller form.

But it wasn't just shrinking, it was actually turning partially human.

How curious, nobody told you about that. Maybe that was part of the redacted information.

The monster turned out to be a human male, who still retained his horns, tail, and dark scales and fur, which covered his body. His brown hair was messy and spiky, and interestingly enough he had two black eyes.

He didn't have any clothes, obviously, so you took off your coat and put it around him. "So you're human, huh?"

"Your stupid friends' experiments wouldn't let me turn back for a while..." He grumbled in a slight British accent. "You sure you're not gonna hurt me?"

Understandably he got defensive, knowing you were working for the people who tortured him. But you shook your head. "No, I won't. I'm quitting this shithole and I'll take you with me." You took his hand reassuringly, noting that it was still clawed.

He gave you the tiniest of smiles in return. "Heh, glad we're both in agreement."

Soon you both quickly made your escape, luckily not running into any trouble. Your car was still parked right where you left it, so you got in and drove off.

You definitely won't miss working for that lab.

The roads were mostly empty at this time of night, so you were able to breathe easy knowing nobody's gonna chase you. Now seemed to be the best time to talk with the monster.

"So uh..do you have a name?" You spoke up. "I know they call you TR-03 but it doesn't feel right to call you that anymore."

"Tom." He answered as he looked out the window. "My name's Tom Ridges."

'Huh, that explains his code name.'

"I'm [y/n]." After noticing a nearby plaza, you saw a clothing store and decided to make a quick stop there. Tom seemed to be confused, and a bit worried when you left him in the car all alone, though you reassured him you were just buying some clothes for him.

He waited, trying to keep himself out-of-view in case any strangers got too nosy. But before long you were back, opening the driver's side as you peered in and sighed with relief, seeing him halfway out of the chair.

"Jeez, you scared me..thought somebody got you." You sighed, shaking your head.

"S-Sorry, not trying to get any unwanted attention. It's the last thing I need.." He sat upright, though he was surprised when you handed him a bag. Inside was a blue hoodie, boxers, and gray sweatpants. "Oh, cool."

'That's all he has to say?' His reaction was a bit underwhelming. 'Then again..maybe he hasn't processed that he's never going back to that hell chamber yet.'

You just shut the door and waited for him to get dressed, and when he tapped on the window you got back into the car. He definitely looked more comfortable now.

After giving him a smile, you continued on your way home, feeling glad that you rescued him from that place. You had no idea if he had any place to go, granted you don't recall seeing any information on his address nor any relationships.

So he'll stay with you.

...........

"Luckily I got a spare room. Excuse the mess." You chuckled as you showed Tom the extra room in your house, turning on the light. "You can stay here for as long as you'd like."

He nodded as he looked around, before feeling his stomach grumble. In embarrassment he put a hand over it, glancing at you. "Sorry..the food they had was shitty, I'm sure you knew."

"Yeah...you want takeout?" You took out your phone. "I don't feel like cooking tonight so I was gonna order some anyway."

"Sounds good."

"Alrighty, I'll call in the order. We can go watch TV while we wait."

Once more Tom nodded, following you into the living room space where you both sat down on the sofa. He sighed and leaned back, turning on the TV while you ordered some Chinese food.

This situation felt so...comforting and familiar..

For a moment he gazed at you, seeing you look through the menu.

He knew he wasn't the only prisoner back in that lab. So he couldn't understand why you'd choose him, of everyone you could've helped, but...he considered himself lucky.

For once he felt like he could let his guard down a little.

Some time later the food arrived to your house, and you both ate it while watching various TV programs. You asked Tom a bit more about his home life, though he didn't have much to talk about.

Whether he didn't want to say anything or forgot it thanks to the experiments was a mystery, but you wouldn't pry. You'll get your answers sooner or later, though not tonight.

Tonight you both deserved a good rest.

Afterwards you headed off to your own room, letting him know that he can knock on your door if he ever needed anything.

You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed, yawning.

It had definitely been an eventful day. You were eager to sleep in, knowing that you won't ever go back to your boring (and unethical) job.

But just as you had turned off the lights and dozed off, you heard your door creak open. With a slightly annoyed sigh, you sat up and turned on the lamp beside you, before seeing it was Tom.

"Tom? Your room is..."

Though you fell silent when you heard him...whimper? His eyes were white, indicating he was in some kind of distress.

But he crawled onto your bed, practically situating himself in your arms while making sure he didn't jab you with his horns. You were perplexed by his actions, though you finally realized..

He was just scared.

You held him in your arms, rubbing his horns soothingly and petting his hair, murmuring promises that he was safe. In response he nuzzled up to you, tail wrapping around your body as you both laid down.

You only stopped for a moment as he started purring, which made you chuckle softly. "Purring, huh? That's new."

"Can you keep doing that?" He grumbled, closing his eyes. "It was nice till you stopped."

"O-Oh right, sorry." You continued the previous motions, deciding to hum a small song as well to help him sleep.

Eventually you stopped once he dozed off completely, and your cheeks felt warm upon seeing how adorable he looked. 'And to think I was afraid of this guy?' You mused, before turning off the lamp light.

Soon enough you fell asleep as well.

If this is how Tom expressed his thanks...you'll take it.

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shangsclaws · 3 years

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Description: You’ve been training with Raiden, much to Shang Tsung’s disapproval.

Includes: Shang Tsung x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

requested by @snuggle-venti ! this was hard asf to write — shang and angst don’t exactly go hand in hand — but i hope u like!!

“Sorcerer.”

There they were, having returned from their training session and looking slightly disheveled. Y/n walked over to Shang and put a fond hand on his arm. “Why are you standing in the middle of the courtyard like this?”

“I am thinking, dear.”

“Are you upset?” They asked.

“Hardly.”

Avoiding y/n’s eyes, Shang relished his beloved’s touch silently. They would hold tighter, to his delight, only to playfully state the obvious.

“I’ll be waiting in the study for your timely lecture on Raiden, sorcerer.”

Then they would let go, turning to leave and change their garments in the bedroom, a routine Shang knew all too well. Only able to bear a second watching them leave, Shang took their arm.

“Must we do this everyday?” He asked earnestly, missing the dark colours in his voice.

Y/n eyed the sorcerer with unfittingly amused eyes, not realizing the frailty in Shang’s words. “Do what everyday? Put up with your jealousy?” Y/n laughed.

“I could live my life like this, sorcerer.”

Shang dreaded the words. Letting go of his beloved’s hand slowly as if to admit defeat, the man tucked his hands neatly behind his back. There in the darkness of his eyes would y/n see his frustration, scanning the island for everything and nothing at all. Today was decidedly different, though. The sorcerer had given up reminding his beloved to keep their faith in him, lest it wound up with the thunder god.

“You won’t be seeing him tomorrow. And not the day after that.” He decided, eyes still trained upon his island. “You’ll stay here, training with me.”

This was familiar. “You’re being brash again,” y/n pointed, “I don’t need you chaining me to your island.”

“Chains? Is that what you honestly think I’d do?”

“Every time I go I feel as if I’m one day closer.”

He had morals. He swore upon himself that he did. The sorcerer figured his beloved knew that.

“All I’m asking is that you be done with this. You have the island, my servants, you have me. That is beyond enough for your training.”

“Did we not agree on betraying Raiden when the time comes? Just 3 more sessions. 3 more.”

“Well I’ve grown impatient. We betray him tomorrow.”

“Don’t be a fool, Shang Tsung. I know you’ve hardly planned for that.”

Y/n turned around, beginning their way to the bedroom. “Besides, I have reason to believe that god can handle me gentler than you ever will.”

Y/n continued to walk, one half expecting the sorcerer to hiss and the other thinking he’d grip their arm and violently turn them around. In the absence of a reaction, however, y/n slowly came to a stop. It had gone unbearably silent.

Turning around, Shang stood exactly where y/n had left him.

“I’m not a monster.” He muttered. “I never was.”

For years, literal millennia, he had gone about fighting the gods alone. They had given them his curse, left to rot or to have no other choice but to slave away as Shao Kahn’s tool. The tortue he endured, the fear he lived by — often times Shang Tsung believed he’d made the wrong choice in choosing life over perilous death. He was destined to suffer either way.

Y/n’s love had arrived at no greater time than this, his only saving grace, the one thing in his power to hold close and never have it taken away.

He was a damned fool, an idiot, to have willingly given away his beloved to Raiden. Granted, on no explicit terms was it part of the plan, but the notion dangled above his head as if it were the scorching sun in the sky.

Years under Shao Kahn had ripped the man out of him, a man that desperately longed for nothing but love and praise. He swore he was above the Kahn, at least in grace and manners, and perhaps in morals. But in the face of the righteous thunder god, he would admit bitterly, Shang was just as welcoming as a serrated blade. Y/n had every reason to fall between the cracks that his love could not help to fill, either in losing interest or tragically dying in the midst of the danger he brought upon himself.

Standing before y/n he could not bring himself to say, but they would come to know sooner than later that he’d thought of surrendering them, letting them go, becuase for all he knew he loved them too much to watch them hurt as he did. And by the elder gods, would he rather die than to be the reason for their suffering. Let alone their demise.

“Shang.” Y/n roused him from his thoughts, the sorcerer blinking profusely. “Must I remind you?”

The sorcerer felt y/n’s arms envelop him, warm upon his hardened muscles. He tensed his jaw, biting back the rock in his throat.

“Raiden is hardly a concern.” Y/n cooed into his ear, holding him tighter. “He’s not the one I love.”

Y/n felt the man tense his already stiff muscles, bracing himself for what they would say next. It was a sad reaction, making y/n laugh just as sadly, running a hand through his silky hair.

“I love you. No one else.”

With that y/n felt him relax, finally unclasping the hands behind his back. He brought his hungry arms around y/n, holding as if for dear life, and dug his sorry head into the crook of his love’s neck.

He did not cry, but by the gods did he want to.

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shoot-the-oneshot · 4 years

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Counting the days: day 1

Series summary. You go to a friends bachelorette party in Italy and meet the man of your dreams, NOT, you didn’t see the part where you get kidnapped by a gangster on your friends itinerary. How will you handle being thrown into a life of guns and mafias.

Massimo Torricelli x Reader

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A week in Italy, your dream vacation. Only difference is when you imagined it you didn’t see the screaming girls surrounding you.

Sinking further into your seat when the squeals start up again. Your eyes shifting to to the right when Ally jumps in the empty seat next to you.

“You know I don’t think planes work like that.”

You tease, seeing equal annoyance on her face. You both loved Katie, the bride to be.

But her friends that seem determined to hit a new octave with their high pitched yells, not so much.

“Oh hush we’re already here they won’t say anything. Plus you didn’t just spend ten hours sitting next to a freakin squeaky toy.”

Laughing as you pushed her out of the way to grab your bag. Her grabbing hers as you pass her seat when the plane stops.

“Y/n, Ally, come on the cars waiting!”

Katie yells, still wearing a very inappropriate headband which is one of the reasons the two of us were keeping our distance until now. When we meet the group outside they immediately shove sashes over our heads. Ally was miss behaving, while I was hot mess. Rolling my eyes while she laughs.

“At lest you’re hot.”

After dinner we went to the resorts bar and took up a cabana by the pool. After a few hours of her housewife friends throwing subtle digs at you for being not being married yet.

“Clarity!”

“I’m just saying, Y/n is a pretty girl but she can’t wait to settle down forever.”

“Yeah I’d take your advice if I wanted my husband to be sleeping with his assistant.”

Ally coughs as she choked on her drink laughing while everyone else is still shocked that you even knew that. You didn’t, it was a guess but judging by her face you hit the nail on the head. As politely as you could you excused yourself saying you needed to find a bathroom, more like you needed the bar.

While you were still ranting in your head you accidentally bumped into a hard chest. Mumbling apologizes as you backed off, stopping as you looked at his face. Hello tall Italian and handsome. Taking a moment to look him over wearing all black, a few tattoos you can see, intense look in his eyes. As hot as he was there was something about him that send warnings off in your head.

“Are you lost babygirl?”

Before you could reply Ally comes running up, and starts shaking you.

“Y/n, that was amazing did you see her face!”

When you looked back for mystery man he was gone, so you let your guard down and let her drag you to the bar while telling you about the reactions you missed.

You’ve been here for five days. Just enough for you to fall in love with the place and your tan to be just right. You and Ally thankfully shared a room and while the champagne that room service brought every night that neither of you ordered creeped you out your roommate loved it.

And right now was a moment you were happy for the alcohol. The party was out at a restaurant while the food was amazing the company, not so much. Charity has made it her mission to get under your skin and while you found it funny Ally did not.

“Men don’t like women that drink Y/n”

“Shut it Karen!”

“It’s Charity!

“Sure!”

Seeing the two bicker you didn’t want it to ruin your friends bachelorette vacation. Taking yourself from equation was the best option, it was easy enough to slide away coming up with some lie about feeling sick and wanting to go back to the hotel.

Giving a few hugs to the people you actually like before taking your leave. The city was beautiful at night but you were definitely lost. While you weren’t exactly heading back immediately you’d like to at least know what direction the hotel was in.

Just as you were about to give in and call a taxi, the trashcans down the alley suddenly tipped over, your hand coming up to your chest to calm your breathing, laughing when a cat came running out. Turning around you bumped into someone for the second time this week and this man sent up red flags too.

And you should probably learn to listen to those instincts, because the next think you know everything went black.

The first thing the went through your head when you woke up was that this definitely wasn’t your hotel room or even the alley. You weren’t sure if you’d rather woken up here or back there. The room was beautiful, you can admit that. The dark floors and walls contrasted perfectly with the gold accents the biggest shower you’ve ever seen. Big double doors, wait doors! Almost tripping over the dress you were thankfully still wearing in you haste to get to the doors. Locked of course, you’ve seen enough criminal minds to know how this goes. They locked the doors but the windows however were open, Amateurs. They probably thought you wouldn’t risk the two story jump, but you’re pretty sure the climb down is better than what’s on the other side of those doors.

Pushing open the window, getting hit with the ocean breeze. The molding on the outside walls gave almost perfect steps for you to take down. You swear nothing had ever felt as good as the grass under your feet in that moment. you couldn't enjoy it for long before you heard yells, that was quick.

Gathering your dress in your hands you take off running. Looking for a way out when the voices started coming from all around you. You’re trapped, the only thing you can get to is the pool so that’s where you go.

Slowly getting into the pool to not create a splash, taking deep fast breaths until you see shadows come around the corner. Gasping once more slipping under the water keeping your back to the wall. You never thought you’d use anything you learned in those diving classes for once you were glad to be wrong.

All you heard was muffled voices, after what felt like forever they started to fade, waiting a few more seconds before coming up just to be safe. But before you could two hands reach through the water hauling you up.

Choking between screaming and gasping for air, barely noticing the man picking you up until he gently sets you down on a couch.

It’s mystery man! You can only see his back but you’re sure it’s him. Especially when he turned back. You didn’t see the towel that was around your shoulders until he finally spoke. Leaning on his arm that was resting above the very elaborate fireplace.

“Was the idea of being here so bad that you tried to kill yourself twice to get away?”

The words rolled off his tongue, thick with frustration and his Italian accent. Did he think you wanted to be here? You didn’t even know where here was. Oh if only you weren’t trapped in an episode of Dexter this situation would almost be hot.

“While it was incredibly stupid to jump out a window, I must admit I admire your dedication the pool was very smart. But if you try it again I will not be as kind.”

As his sentences went on the closer he got, step by step the more intimidating he became. He ended up only a few inches away from your face. Arms reaching the back of the couch trapping you between them.

“So next time don’t let you catch me”

Those were not the words he wanted to hear, he made that fact very clear but tugging the towel tighter around your neck and pulling you even closer as he growled.

“Don’t test me, If you run again I can always chain you to the bed. How would like that? Think you could run then?”

No you don’t, but you do think you can play nice and slip away once you gain his trust. So you kept quiet, taking your silence as cooperation he backs off back to the fireplace.

“Five years ago my life changed, I watched my father die by a bullet that was meant for the both of us. I didn’t see my life flash before my eyes I saw you, I’ve looked for you for years, no one believed you were real they said you were only my imagination, but when I saw you at the airport I knew I had to make you mine.”

You could see where everyone was coming from. You didn’t believe him either it was insane! “I’m not yours!” You couldn’t help but say. Now Y/n you really shouldn’t tell the psycho that he’s a psycho. You could hear Ally tell you now.

“I know, that’s why I’m giving you a chance to fall in love with me. Not because I forced you but because you want to. I’m giving you 365 days to love me and if in a year nothing changes I’ll let you go.”

Three words. What. The. Hell.

“I have a family, friends, a boyfriend! they’ll look for me!”

“My men have collected your things from the resort, your friends think you left to ease the tension with that woman. Your family thinks you found out your boyfriend cheated on you so you’re staying here to get over it. Y/n, if you give it a chance you’ll love me, I know you will. I’ll do everything to make you love me.”

DAY 2

❤️part one is done. I know it sucked but it will get better but hope you guys Liked it stay tuned for more. My request are still open!❤️

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undertaker1827 · 4 years

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Hi, it's me again! :D grell has a human partner who is the mother figure of ciel unfortunately in a case they were investigating they stab her in a vital organ (the rest I leave to your incredible imagination) Grell that day checks the book where it says that the name of the soul he has to be collected (also left your imagination) I hope I expressed good luck with the other requests! sad ending please!

Hello again!! You said unhappy and you sure have got it! Seriously though, this is completely different to what I normally write and if anyone’s feeling at all bad about themselves, please don’t read this. Links to happy Grell stories in my masterlist 😂 Also, male pronouns for Grell as requested and a gender neutral reader.

EDIT; Part Two

❗️Warnings; aaaaangst, all the way through. Very sad. Blood/injury/violence. Death.

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How. How could this possibly happen? Grell’s mouth was dry, his fingers gripping the dreaded black notebook so hard his knuckles were starting to turn white. This was some sort of mistake, right? Had to be. Because Grell had already been through so much, had barely managed to claw himself back from the edge of despair and had continued doing so through finding you - you couldn’t possibly go now. This was not your time.

“So where are we going now?” You were walking next to Ciel through the cobbled streets of London, Sebastian half a step behind. A recent string of murders were proving more trouble than they were worth and all you kept coming across were dead ends. The police force had really tightened their ranks around this case and were not giving the earl any more than the bare minimum of information, despite his position as the Queen’s Guard Dog.

“The authorities aren’t going to help us with this,” Ciel informed you gravely. “They appear to have lost their faith in me and as such are using it as an excuse to not cooperate. There is only one other person I know who will help us with this.” A few minutes later, you were standing in front of an out-of-the-way shop, the sign of which loudly proclaimed ‘Undertaker’. You raised a questioning eyebrow at Ciel, who dismissed your confusion with a light wave of his hand.

Sebastian held open the door for you both to enter and you thanked him as you walked through, ignoring the chill curling up your spine at the creaking of the old hinges. The room was so dark you could hardly see anything, but the earl didn’t seem concerned.

“Undertaker, are you here?” He called, glancing around for the man in question. As it turned out, you would be the one to almost collapse in terror when the coffin propped up on the wall behind you slowly swung open, revealing someone dressed as though he were attending a funeral standing inside it. Your reaction was enough to make him giggle, which Ciel simply tutted at. “We’re here for information about your most recent guests, the police are refusing to hand anything over.” After a good twenty minutes of trying to make him laugh, Sebastian finally succeeded and you were once again on your way, this time with both a lead and destination in mind.

The people you were chasing were a notorious circle of smugglers who excelled at their craft and whose organisation had been doing so for the last century. The people being murdered were those who had tried to escape from the ring, bound only to it by their predecessors’ decisions to join it. The circle dared not let them escape, lest they hand over any information to the authorities and disrupt the entire ongoing operation. Their current storage unit was hidden in an abandoned warehouse at the dodgy end of the Thames, nestled between two disused docks. It was perfect really - they could take a boat by night to pick up and drop off their goods and nobody was any the wiser. Not until now, at least. But your downfall came in not realising they had their own network of eyes and ears.

The warehouse was empty when you got there; no smuggled goods, no people who were smuggling them. Not so much as a scrap of paper to be used as evidence. You had split up to search the main floor, you insisting that Sebastian stayed with and protected Ciel, given that you were something of an old hand at this. Pistol in hand, for precaution’s sake, you carried out your search quickly and efficiently. You found nothing of any interest, until you came across several large stacks of crates. They secluded you from the rest of the warehouse, but you were so intent on finding something to help further the investigation that you didn’t even think about it, certain the whole place was empty. But oh how wrong you were.

In a split second, an entire stack of wooden crates fell forward, more than enough to crush you to death had you been any slower in jumping out of the way. On your hands and knees and breathing heavily from shock, you crawled back to your feet only to let out a strangled whimper of pain. Searing agony was pulsing through your lower back and you were hardly able to look back over your shoulder to see the face of your assailant. The man, dressed all in black with a piece of material covering his face forced the knife further in until you both heard something crack sickeningly. With that, he let go of the hilt and watched you collapse to the ground, body twisted helplessly and incapable of doing anything more than wheeze in pain, desperately trying to fill your lungs with air that didn’t want to come. Your mouth was filling with blood even as you weakly tried to spit it out, your vision starting to distort. You just had to hold on a bit longer, just until Ciel got here and caught the man, no doubt one of the smugglers…

When butler and earl had heard the almighty crash, they glanced towards each other for but a second before they started running towards the source of the noise, Sebastian ahead of Ciel. Ciel was fighting back a nausea that he didn’t want to admit to having at the thought that the noise had come from the direction in which you had gone.

You kept your eyes locked on the man for as long as you could, him doing to the same to you as he watched the damage he had caused slowly consume you. You had never felt so sick in your life. Grell meanwhile, was running as fast as his already inhuman speed could allow him too. He was not going to let you die, no matter what. You were too important, your death would be a loss to this world. To his world. He was not going to allow it.

You watched the man even as he turned tail to run, as he was met by Sebastian’s fist and help off of the ground by his throat. Ciel’s shattered whisper of your name was enough to bring tears to your eyes, should your body have been capable of producing them. Even Sebastian’s eyes were wide. You could imagine the state your back was in, but had you not, the look of horror and guilt rising in the boy’s, no, your boy’s eyes was enough to tell you. The earl couldn’t even put a hand to the wound to stem the blood flow; it was so deep and wide, so cruel, there wasn’t even a discernible area to apply pressure to. It took every ounce of concentration you had left to look up at Ciel, to try and convey through your eyes alone that you loved him, that he would be alright. There were tears in his eyes.

Just as you could feel your mind starting to fade, a shattering of glass managed to grab your attention once more. There was a blur of crimson, lighter than the patches of your own no staining the concrete around you, and a deafening screech as the perfect chain saw, the one Grell was so proud of, was dropped with its chain still whirring to the ground. The reaper’s hands were cupping your cheeks in seconds, wiping away the moisture your eyes had given out and trying to get rid of the rosy red, the red he loved so much on you, from your sickly face. It was hopeless and somewhere deep within his heart he knew it, but he wasn’t giving up yet. Your lips formed Grell’s name once, twice, but you were too weak for your voice to come out.

He was sobbing, teeth bared and face wrenched in agony and Sebastian and Ciel were there but he didn’t care, because it was you, it was his Y/N who was bleeding out before his very eyes and there was nothing he could do. He was a god of death and you were dying and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t have gotten here any faster, couldn’t have punished his lungs or his legs or his heart any more than he already had and he had only seen that God forsaken To-Die list ten minutes previously, while he was thinking about which restaurant to take you to for this evening’s date night. His hands shook as he remembered the silly teddy bear he’d bought you only yesterday, the plush one holding a heart that had ‘I’ll love you forever’ embroidered on it in gold thread. It had been in his cupboard for a month now because he hadn’t been able to pick the right time to give it to you - he’d wanted it to be perfect.

“I got you a bear,” he choked out, watching the speed of your blinking become ever more lethargic. “It’s holding a heart.” A dry sob, a pale face slick with a stream of tears that wouldn’t stop coming, turning red as they mixed with your blood. “It - it says, ‘I love you’. I love you, Y/N, you know that, right? I-” He couldn’t breathe. His ears were ringing with white noise and the only real sound were your gargled breaths, each one taking less oxygen into your blood than the last. “Don’t go, Y/N,” he whispered out at last, voice coarse and rough but he didn’t care, because this was the last thing he was ever going to be able to say to you. “Please, please don’t go. I can’t.. I don’t know what to do without you. I’m nothing without you. Please Y/N- Y/N? Y/N look at me. Look at me. Sweetheart open your eyes, plea--” A whimper tore itself from the back of his throat as your hand went limp in his. Your chest no longer moved, your laboured breathing ceased; he heard your heart stop beating. That didn’t stop the raw, feral howl of pain the reaper gave as he curled his arms around your body, as he begged you to wake up. It was over. He barely registered the muffled sniffling of the boy crouched next to him, nor the way Sebastian for once held his tongue. One glance towards that wretched death scythe was enough to bring a burning fury to every fibre of his being.

“I will not,” he hissed out, hand subconsciously smoothing down your hair. “Not to you. There is not a being in this world or any other who could make me.” With that he reached into his pocket and drew out the black, leather bound notebook, opened it to random page and ripped it in two clean down the spine. “I will come back for you my darling,” he whispered before standing up, “I swear.” The reaper stooped down to haul his death scythe over his shoulder, allowing the gleaming chrome to get scratched as he dragged it for a moment against the concrete. It was barely a few minutes before he stormed into the office of one William T. Spears.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocki - oh, Sutcliff, it’s you,” was the bored, uninterested greeting he was given and when he didn’t reply, the other reaper eventually looked up from his paperwork. “I’m listening, Sutcliff, what’s the-” he cut himself off abruptly. It wasn’t the fact that Grell was covered in blood, that was a fairly normal occurrence for those in collections. It wasn’t really even the scratched and bloodied paintwork of the scythe he cared so much about, though that added to the image. It was that Grell’s perfect makeup was flawed beyond repair, that his eyes were puffy and red in a way that only tears which truly hurt can cause, that his hair was tangled and his chartreuse gaze was wild with anger and defiance, fuelled onward by unadulterated agony.

“You monster,” he spat out, “you knew. You knew what they meant to me when you gave me that list, don’t you dare try to deny it. I knew you were cold and calculating, but how could you do this?” Grell was for once talking quietly, albeit with a growling quality, for he knew if he raised his voice now he could never stop. He didn’t give William a chance to respond. “Well do you know what? Enough’s enough. I quit.” Grell dropped the scythe on the desk, denting and splintering the polished hardwood surface and scattering the carefully organised piles of paper. He then picked up the book one last time and with a look of fury William thought even he couldn’t rival, Grell slammed it down on the free section of desk between his hands. As his former class and work mate left his office with tears flowing once again, the management reaper was left staring at a profile page, your smiling face looking past him and into the distance. The ‘uncollected’ stamp was still written next to your name, two drops of dried blood marring your death date.

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themangolorian · 4 years

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@luphers thank you so much for this ask, mi amor, and i’m so sorry it took me a bit to fill it, but here’s what i came up with, i hope you enjoy! 🥰💕this is the necklace if anyone’s curious.

Pairing: Mandalorian x Reader

Summary: The moment you find out that a gift from the Mandalorian is not exactly what it seems.

A/N: 1.8k words. No warnings really, some blaster fire? Otherwise, pure fluff.

The necklace was made of a strange silver metal that felt almost like liquid, pooled as it was in your palm. You rubbed the pendant between your thumb and index finger; it was shaped like a flower you swore you’d seen before on Vashka. He’d given it to you on Nevarro, the moment he’d returned from his meeting with Karga, which had taken longer than you’d anticipated. He’d dropped it almost gruffly into your hand before disappearing into the cockpit. Not even waiting to see your reaction. As if he’d been afraid of what you’d say.

You held the necklace suspended in front of your eyes and gazed at its outline. Such a delicate necklace from such a rugged man. Your lips quirked at the thought, but then you frowned. The shiny silver metal looked almost like- but no…it couldn’t be. You shrugged and finally draped the chain around your neck, attaching the clasp with difficulty.

When you finally joined him in the cockpit, you could see from the coordinates that you were halfway to your next destination. He turned as you entered and though you could not see his eyes behind his helmet, you knew he saw the new addition to your outfit. Something akin to a hum from beneath the helmet. You smiled and joined him wordlessly.

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This quarry was proving to be especially difficult. You were holed up between two oversized rocks, and blaster shots echoed from what seemed like all around you, though you knew you faced only one opponent. The Mandalorian had snuck away what felt like hours ago, though it had only been a few minutes.

You were supposed to distract the bounty with wayward shots while the Mandalorian circled around and took him by surprise from the east. But the quarry, maybe thinking he’d shot the Mandalorian, was quickly advancing on your hiding spot.

Altogether not the best plan the two of you had ever concocted.

A brief lapse in the shooting gave you the courage to take a deep breath and twist around the larger of the two rocks to aim a more precise shot at the bounty. This wasn’t part of the plan. Stay hidden, the Mandalorian had commanded brusquely. You never had been one to follow orders.

Which was why you found yourself staring the quarry down, not twenty feet away. You both pulled the trigger at the same time and your only solace as the blaster shot sent you flying back between the rocks was that you’d gotten him too. The shot had taken you square in the chest. You felt a searing pain, sure you were going to die, surprised you weren’t dead already.

You tilted your head down expecting to see blood and a strangled cry, one of both shock and relief, left your lips when all you saw was a sizzling trail of smoke coming from the silver pendant resting against your chest.

Another shot rang out and you heard your name called in a desperate, panicked plea. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. He must’ve heard your cry and thought the worst.

But you were too distracted by the necklace, now somehow blisteringly hot and burning a hole through your tunic. With another cry, you yanked at the chain until it fell to the rocky floor. You were nursing the blister on your palm from the scalding metal when he found you.

He fell to his knees at your side; you heard a strangled expletive from beneath the helmet as his hands gripped your shoulders, clearly glad to see you were alive.

“Are you alright?” His voice was only slightly choked now as he regained his composure.

But you just nodded, distracted as you were by the necklace cooling on the ground. You reached down to pick it up. It was still warm to the touch but nothing marked it to show it had been hit by close range blaster fire.

The Mandalorian meanwhile had taken your silence as cause to worry and was inspecting your head, then your torso. His finger found the hole in your shirt and slowly he placed one finger almost delicately against your skin barely visible beneath. At the same moment, he lifted his head so you were staring into his visor; then he tilted his helmet to look down at your open hand. You closed your fingers swiftly around the necklace just as he reached forward.

“I’m alright,” you managed, your chest still throbbing from the impact the shot had made with the necklace. He froze, then nodded shortly, seemingly still lost in thought at the pendant clutched tightly in your fingers. “Let’s go,” you prompted, pushing at his beskar-clad chest.

Then he was all business again. He lifted you to your feet easily, his hands gripping you almost tenderly. Then he was gently dusting off your back and sides. You stowed the necklace deep in the pocket of your trousers when he wasn’t looking, thinking hard about the implications of everything that had just happened.

Back on the ship, the troublemaking quarry frozen securely in carbonite, you joined the Mandalorian in the cockpit once more. You wore a fresh tunic and though he turned to watch you sit, he said nothing, just went back to punching the coordinates into the computer and navigating the Razor Crest off the rocky terrain.

You felt the necklace poking you through the thick fabric of your clothes and reached your hand down to retrieve it. Cool once again, it pooled delicately between your fingers as you stared down at it, studying its surface, trying to guess at its origins.

Quiet as a shadow, the Mandalorian had joined you at the back of the cockpit now that the ship was steady on its course. You looked up at him slowly as your thumb rubbed the metal absently.

“It’s beskar, isn’t it?” And as the words left your mouth, you knew they were almost silly to ask. Little else in the galaxy could have spared your life the way this necklace just had.

“Yes.” He said, sounding almost breathless. Never one to lie and always straight to the point.

You opened your mouth to speak but the words caught in your throat, as you felt yourself suddenly overflowing with emotion. You knew how much this precious metal meant to him, to his clan.

His gloved hand reached out to tilt your face up at him from where it had been staring down at the necklace. His thumb brushed against your jaw lightly.

“You shouldn’t have.” You managed though your voice only came out hoarse.

He didn’t react, just brushed his thumb lightly across your cheek now. “Why not?” His tone was light, curious as he studied you through that dark mysterious visor.

“Your people…” You tried to find the right words to explain the turmoil you were feeling.

He hummed that deep, contented noise again from somewhere beneath the helmet. “It’s mine.” He dropped his hand from your face to your palm and delicately skirted the blister there to pick up the necklace. “To give to whom I please.” His tone left no room for disagreement.

He brought the necklace up close to his visor, seemingly studying it as you had not so long ago. That beautiful silver chain flowed almost like liquid between his orange leathered gloves.

“But the reserves…” You were anything if not persistent, something he’d known when he’d first asked you to join him.

The Mandalorian, ever a creature of patience in your experience, gave an impatient sigh. Then he was turning demonstratively to his side and you gasped when you saw his right pauldron; a significant amount of beskar had been chipped away, leaving him that much less guarded. And now you knew why he’d taken so long on Nevarro. No doubt he’d paid a visit to the armorer, and she had obliged his insane request to take a layer of protection away from him so you could have…a bauble.

“Your armor,” and you didn’t know how you managed to sound indignant on his behalf at him. “It would take one blaster shot to-“

The pendant dropped from between his fingers in front of your face, though he caught the end of the chain so it just hung there. “One blaster shot to kill me?” His voice was a quiet purr now, as if he had been waiting for the right moment to pounce and this was it.

You opened your mouth to argue but couldn’t find any more words that made sense or mattered.

So he spoke instead. “It saved your life.” He said simply. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

A pause permeated the air around you, full of things still left unsaid.

“Why give it to me at all?” You finally managed in a hushed tone.

He crouched down in front of you and held the necklace out over your thighs. He looked like he was contemplating you, then he seemed to make a decision. His index finger moved against one of the petals of the metallic flower, and you sucked in your breath when both halves of the flower swung up smoothly, revealing a tiny silver plate below with an inscription written in a language and alphabet you did not know.

You reached forward now and ran your own finger, next to his, over the lettering. Not for the first or even second time that day, you felt yourself fill with enough emotion that it made it hard for you to breathe.

“What does it say?” You asked, breathless for the answer.

His finger covered yours as he spoke. “Par gar ni akaanir.” His voice grew thick as he said the words, then he was standing back up swiftly as if to avoid your gaze and circling around you.

You felt him place the necklace delicately around your neck, careful not to let it snag on your hair as he clasped it back into place. His fingers rested there at the nape of your neck.

“What does it mean?” You asked finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

“For you…I fight.”

Your hands fluttered up and back of their own accord to rest on his lest he take them away from your skin. A soft intake of breath from behind you. You’d never had as much trouble finding the right words as you had today, so you stayed silent and let your hands convey what you felt.

You drew his hands around your neck to your front and leaned back against him so he was embracing you from behind. He froze for a second only and then he was leaning further down, pulling you into him. Your hands rested over his where they were clasped against your chest, pushing the necklace into you. You squeezed his wrists softly and thought back on the events of the day. Maybe that plan hadn’t been so bad after all.

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worlds-smallestviolin · 3 years

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Petty Revenge pt1

Note: I started playing Mozart's route, and boy, does he know how to push my buttons (I know I'll probably fall for him eventually, though). MC being her sweet and innocent self, is all like "I'll get him to like me", while I just wish I could punch him. So it got me thinking: what if instead of forgiving ball of sunshine, our MC was someone who was not above messing with the boys to get some payback. Also, let me know in comments if you’d like a part 2.

Mozart:

Traveling through time to 19th century, only to find herself trapped in a mansion full of prominent historical figures, who also happen to be vampires, MC was not exactly having a good time.

Well, seeing as there was no going home for a whole month, she offered her help around the mansion, which is how she came to be responsible for delivering a breakfast next morning to one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, AKA His Royal Rudeness.He used every opportunity to remind her how annoyed he was that she was even here, which is something she had no control over.

After exhausting all her energy on trying to talk to him only to get showered with insults, she finally gives up. If he wants to hate her, she will give him a good reason for that.

The hardest part was finding the right moment to carry out her plan. He rarely left the mansion and spent most of his time in the music room. Finally, after being asked by le Comte, he leaves one night to perform at the ball. She picks up tools that she managed to “borrow” without Sebastian noticing, and with a smile on her face heads to the music room.

Next morning, after setting down his cup of coffee and music sheets, Mozart sat down in front of his piano, only for the bench to let out a laud creak. He froze up, then moved slightly, as if to make sure that really happened. And sure enough, there was that sound again.

Not wanting to deal with it at the moment, he tried playing while sitting stiff as a board, making sure to only move his hands, but even that was followed by that annoying noise, so he marched out of room, frustration written all over his face.

He got Leonardo to fix it for him, only for the bench to start creaking again a few days later. He found himself in a never-ending cycle, fix the problem, only to have it reappear, sometimes even later the same day. One day, he stormed out of music room, red faced and eyebrows scrunched up with anger, and went to the town to buy a new one, hoping to finally put the matter to rest. It didn’t work.

Maybe it’s telling you that you’re fat attitude should go on a diet. MC stood at the door, gazing at Mozart leaning defeated over piano. He turns, seeing her smirk, realization finally dawns on him. But as she walks away, he simply stands there, mouth open, having to many things to say, but being too exhausted to voice them.

Theo:

She didn’t think that he ever used her name, sometimes she doubted that he even knew it. No, to him she was Hondje, a dog. And when he wasn’t busy calling her one, he was busy comparing her or treating her as one. That he claimed to like dogs did little to make her feel okay with it.

No amount of polite asking did anything to change this. Fine. There were other ways to get the message across. It was Sebastian who gave her a perfect idea, letting her know an interesting little detail about Theo. Honestly, the amount of information that guy had on the residents was frightening.

It was a long day for Theo. After spending it running across town, selling paintings, trying to butter up stuck up nobles, and then getting into a fight with those assholes from L’ Academie, he was really looking forward to seeing his bed.

After he checked up on Vincent, who was still painting despite the late hour, he headed to his room, only to run into MC in hallway. Hondje, you’re still up? He expected her to pout, as she always does when he calls her that, but instead she greets him with a smile. Just finished my chores. I was on my way to my room. And as she passed by him, her smile growing even bigger, she adds Good Night, Theo. Something in the tone of her voice told him she was up to something, but he was too tired to deal with it tonight.

Finally arriving at his door, he opens them, light from the hallway spilling into his room, and he freezes. It’s a miracle how he managed not to let out a scream, or how he was even able to lift his hand and pinch his cheek to insure that what he was seeing was real.

His room was filled with cats. Not a cat, which was terrifying enough. Cats. Ten, he thinks, though it’s difficult to count them due to them jumping all over the place.

Somehow managing to close the door, he practically runs back to Vincent’s room. He grabs him by the sleeve, like a little boy, and stuttering explains to his brother what’s wrong. Vincent enlisted Arthur to help, and between the two of them, they soon got all the cats out into the garden.

After he cautiously walked into his room, Theo found a note on his bed.

Just letting you know, I’m more of a cat person.

Arthur:

To put it simply, Arthur was a walking, talking, breathing sexual harassment. MC could deal with his flirting; him trying to bite her, however, was another matter entirely. He gave her some kind of apology, saying how he did it because he wanted to warn her about vampires, because words are apparently overrated.

He continued to flirt, seemingly unaware of what personal space means, and well, it was quite exhausting. She wanted to punch him so many times, but she knew that would do little to solve the problem, it might even encourage him.

Watching his interaction with Dazai, who seems to be the only person capable of getting under his skin, gave her an idea, something very simple.

Arthur was heading to the library, intent on doing some research for the book he was working on; only to find it occupied by one very pretty skirt. She had her head in the book and didn’t appear to have noticed him walk in.

Smirk on his face, he slowly approached her, already picturing her little gasp of surprise that was sure to be followed by a glare, as he set next to her and threw his arm around her shoulder. But her reaction wasn’t what he expected, in fact there was no reaction, she simply turned her head and looked at him.

He was taken aback for a second, but than flirt mode was back on. He went on and on, teasing her and complimenting her, yet she didn’t blush or said anything. She just kept looking at him, eyes narrowed in concentration, as if she forgot something, and was trying hard to remember it. Noticing this, he too fell silent, and for a moment they simply stared at each other. Suddenly, her eyes went wide, she snapped her fingers, smile appearing on her face. It’s Sherlock, right? I’m sorry, I’m not very good with names.

From then on every time he talked to her, she referred to him as Sherlock or that guy who wrote Sherlock. To make matters worse, Dazai joined in on the game.

Sebastian:

He is a perfectionist and very strict, understandable considering his occupation. She didn’t mind that; after all she volunteered to help around the mansion, which quickly proved to be a not so easy task. She understood that she needed to learn the ropes as quickly as possible, otherwise she’d just make things more difficult for Sebastian, so his constructive criticism didn’t bother her too much.

What did bother her, however, was his passive-aggressiveness. He would always make some snide remark, delivering it in a way that left her unable to reply lest she end up being the rude one. Add to that his habit of flicking her forehead, as if she was a little child, and well... He had it coming.

So one night, after diner she was volunteered into cleaning up the kitchen by herself, after being flicked again, because a single spoon wasn’t polished to Sebastian’s standards.

The next morning, Sebastian walked into the kitchen, part of him expecting to find something out of the ordinary, after all we are talking about MC. The kitchen was spotless and nothing appeared to be unusual, at least not at first glance. Feeling relieved, he went on to start preparing breakfast and make coffee for the residents.

He opened the first cupboard to take out coffee cups, and stared at it in shock. Gone were the cups, as well as all glasses that were supposed to be there as well. Instead he was greeted by plates that should be in a different cabinet. And not only were they misplaced, they were stacked completely out of order, piled in one disorganized mess, rim soup bowl on top of a salad plate, on top of a dinner plate, on top of a bread and butter plate, and so on.

He proceeded to the other cupboards and drawers, his horror growing with each one opened. He found saucers in the drawer where utensils were supposed to be, cups and glasses where plates used to be kept, spoons, forks and knives all mixed together, frying pans, cooking pots, spices, all piled in one giant nightmare.

It is a miracle how he managed not to have a heart attack. He started pacing, hands running through his hair in frustration, desperate to figure out how to begin putting kitchen back in order. It was at this point that MC walked in with a cheery Good morning!, soon to be followed by the rest of the residents.

What happened here?, asked le Comte. Looks like Sebas loves cleaning so much, he does it in his sleep, only not as successfully as when awake, MC said, and before he could deny it, the boys were already cracking jokes about it, while he was left desperate to try and maintain his cool.

Later she was left alone to clean up her mess, which was fine, she wasn’t trying to make Sebastian’s job more difficult, she simply wanted to get a reaction out of him. She paused for a moment to rub a red mark on her forehead. He flicked her so hard, she was sure her brain did a flip. Worth it, she grinned, Wait until he finds out I changed the order of keys on his key chain.

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