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depravitymoon · 5 months

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Does the Yandere la squadra have room preferences for the darling post kidnapping?

This is the oldest ask sitting in my inbox and today’s the day I answer it. Right now, I’m gonna be honest. Part of the reason this sat in my inbox for so long is because I was trying to figure out the question. Hence, I’m going to try to guess what it’s asking.

The questions I’m gonna be asking myself:

What are the general house rules post-kidnapping?

Would your yandere even give you a room?

Would your yandere change their own room for you?

And just to make this simple: This is an Everyone Lives AU where Giorno is Don and actually increased La Squadra's pay by 1000%. La Squadra are roommates in a big ass villa, so it feels like live in through own private apartment complex... but richer. lol

(Some of the pictures of rooms come from here.)

(Warning: Other than yandere, kidnapping, and implied forced labor, Melone also wants kids with you.))

RIsotto Nero

Risotto’s rules:

Don’t get sassy with him.

Do what he says.

Do not attempt to run away from him.

If he is not there, then have Pesci or Prosciutto guide you.

Would your yandere even give you a room? NO.

Risotto isn’t as fucked up as some of his teammates, but he likes having control of you. Also, it’s easier to intimidate you when he’s always so close to you (and is a giant). Having your own room might make you feel too comfortable disobeying him and he refuses to let you think that’s an option.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? Yes. You behave and he’s willing to even make the room look like Enid and Wednesday’s.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s rules:

Be a good housewife.

Cook the meals.

Clean the ‘house’.

Run errands with Pesci.

Don’t sass him.

Greet him when he gets home.

Would your yandere even give you a room? HAHAHAHAHA, NO. You’re funny. You two are married and married couples sleep together. Also, you’re in charge of cleaning, do you really want your own room to clean in addition of his room and Pesci’s.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? He will negotiate with you. Have you been a good wife? Have you been completing the chores? What are you willing to give in return to drastically change his room for you?

Sidenote 01: Prosciutto gets the biggest room because Risotto didn't care to get the Master bedroom.

Sidenote 02: Proscuitto just wants you taking care of his portion of the villa. If you're being annoying, he'll force you to clean of Pesci's portion (but Pesci's nice enough to help you with your cleaning).

Pesci

Pesci’s rules:

Be polite to Risotto.

Listen to what big brother says.

If big bro gets handsy on you, look for Pesci.

Avoid the others except Ghiaccio.

Stay away from Ghiaccio when he’s mad. Don’t walk, RUN.

Would your yandere even give you a room? Pesci would never force you to stay in his room unless he actually thought you were in danger. At worse, he'd manipulate you into staying with him. If La Squadra has room (no pun intended) you can have your own room.

Would he change his room for you? Absolutely! He just wants you comfortable! Hell, you can have half of his room AND your own room.

Melone

Melone’s Rules:

Be a good parent to his future offspring.

Don’t ask for anything unless you’re willing to do some Not Safe For Work activities for it.

At least pretend you're happy to see Melone once in awhile, especially around bambino!

Would your yandere even give you a room? Honestly, yes. He did kidnap you to force you to have his future children. The least he can do is accommodate you.

He'll only let you roam the villa if he believes you'll behave. The moment you try leaving is the moment you're literally chained to his bedroom and has to have Pesci follow you around when Melone can't. Yes, he knows you're mad that he plans to baby trap you. At least you'll be a rich mom, not a pauper with 'freedom'.

Would he change his room for you? No. If anything, he’d probably make your room also your future baby’s room too, which would force you to come to his room for some peace and quiet.

Ghiaccio

((Author's Note: Let's pretend that the floor is an all white carpet. Apparently, most people know better than to have white carpet.))

Ghiaccio’s Rule:

DO NOT stain his room.

DO NOT yell at him.

DO NOT talk to the other members unless it’s an emergency.

DO NOT be alone with Melone.

DONT. STAIN. ANYTHING.

You may be asking "Why would you have a white room? Why not just let me go if you dont want a stained room-" SHUT UP AND DONT SASS HIM.

Would your yandere even give you a room? Depending on if you two are own good terms, he might let you stay in the tinier room right next to his. Just behave. Your room has no bed, because he'll be forcing you to sleep in his bed with him. You're the most likely darling to be allowed to roam the villa, but you can't go outside.

Would he change his room for you? No, which is why you get your own room if you behave.

Illuso

Illuso's rules:

Do as he says.

Oh, he keeps you in the mirror world with food all day when he's not with you. Rights? lol Silly darling, you have no rights.

Everything you have is solely due to his desires. While Risotto's darling spends 90% of the time in his room, Illuso's darling spends 99.99% of the time in Illuso's room and the mirror world.

Formaggio

Doesn’t need rules because he can just shrink you down when he wants.

I imagine the only thing that stands out about Formaggio's room is that it's filled with a dollhouse, dolls, pet cages, and a hamster ball. Why all of that? So he can entertain himself messing with you.

There is more than enough room for you to be in Formaggio's room. And he doesn't want to break you like Illuso would. Formaggio just likes bullying you, but he does want you functioning like a human being. Having a person he can actually converse with is better han some doll that obeys him, gross.

Obviously, you wont get your own room, but he will customize your dollhouse room if you behave! Oh and he does like you room the mansion. Keep in mind if you ever try to flee, that privilege is revoked forever.

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kunikame · 1 year

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the stars are prettier. - scaramouche

entry for @versadies 's event farewell love !

warnings : gender neutral. angst. major character death. injury. slight spoilers for scaras backstory & use of his real name. spoilers for the aftermath of 3.2 archon quest. traveler is not specified. english is not my first language.

w/c : 1883

the inazuman night flowers have always been beautiful to kunikuzushi.

yet, as you sit there with him, their beauty dims in comparison with yours. the same could be said for you, as to you, he's the most beautiful creature you've laid your eyes on.

"hey, kuni, i sliced some lavender melons. would you like some?"

he nods eagerly and scooches closer to you so you can share the sweet fruit slices. a gust of wind rustles the leaves of chinju forests' trees and pushes the young boys' veil to his shoulders, at which you chuckle.

reaching out to help fix it for him, he pauses his munching and looks at you with a startled look in his eyes. you finish your actions and glance over at his face, smiling softly when you catch him staring.

"you're very pretty, you know that? it's slightly unfair. how am i supposed to compete?"

the location warps then and he's no longer sitting in the night flower fields of chinju forest; he now finds himself side by side with you, under the night sky at one of the many cliffs in kannazuka.

"look, that's the ursa minor over there! and that's the orion! and-"

you point out the many constellations to him eagerly, not even taking notice of him losing all interest in the sky. the stars you speak so highly of reflect so well in your eyes already, why should he look at the sky? you're way more ethereal than the stars could ever be.

when you receive no response to your inquiries, you turn your head sideways and catch him looking at you with a gentle and content look in his eyes. his eyes widen and he falters, only to turn away quickly.

you pout, "you're so hard to impress, kuni. how will you ever find a lover?"

just when he's about to respond saying he doesn't need anyone else when he has you, the location warps around him again.

suddenly he finds himself on the familiar plains of yashiori island, collecting some crystal marrow and firewood so you can continue on your journey while you entertain yourself not too far away.

when he thinks he has enough, he makes his way over to you where you sat on a tree stump. when you hear his footsteps approaching, you look up at him joyfully and your eyes seemingly sparkle.

"kuni, kuni! look what i made!"

you run up to him with a blindingly beautiful grin and plop something soft and light on his hair. he drops his satchel to inspect the item only to falter when he finds a flower crown woven of beautiful flowers. the color combination fits his aesthetic perfectly.

"is this.. for me?"

"of course it is, dummy! who else would it be for?" you smile at him, oh, so gently and he swore he could cry. he would do anything for you. if you wanted the moon, he would steal it for you.

".. but why?"

"i thought you'd look even prettier with it. and also, i made one for myself as well, so we match! it's like a promise."

"a promise? of what?" he tilts his head to the side in confusion, a habit, you notice. you find it funny when the flower crown tilts with his head and he reaches up to fix it.

"to stay together as long as we live, naturally. i promise i won't leave you!"

you shouldn't make promises you can't keep, he thinks. yet instead of verbalizing his thoughts, he only smiles at you. the gentlest smile you've ever seen from him. he carefully takes your flower crown from your hands and places it on your head, "it's a promise."

"it's a promise."

time and space warps around the boy again.

nahida has seen many people dream, and has given many people happy dreams when the creations of their own minds haunted their nights.

never has she seen someone given a happy dream cry in their sleep.

until him; the balladeer.

after he fell out of his giant robot and knocked out, she decided she'd take care of him. patched up his wounds and gave him happy dreams to have until he wakes up on his own accord.

so then, why is he shedding tears with the softest smile?

seirai island.

the last warp took him to seirai island.

he remembers this memory. no matter how many centuries have passed, how many times he's told himself he has forgotten; it will always remain in the back of his mind, haunting him as long as he walks these cursed lands– as long as he's breathing. the worst betrayal he's had the misfortune to experience; the betrayal of a lover.

there you were, walking ahead peacefully, not knowing what was about to happen to you. no matter how he kept ordering his body to move, to run forward, to sacrifice himself to save you– even if just in an archon damned dream– his body wouldn't move, because the kunikuzushi back then didn't know any better.

an arrow was shot and you screamed in pain.

the younger kunikuzushi looked around in a panic and ran towards you to pull your body towards his. his eyes zeroed in on the culprit, yet he couldn't do anything. the younger kunikuzushi barely had any fighting skills, he couldn't protect you back then.

so he ran. he hoisted you up into his arms and ran the way you came. he remembers seeing a cave on the way, maybe he could patch you up and you'd be alright after a couple days of rest, right?

he arrived at the cave entrance and gently set you down on the ground, panting from the speed at which he ran. inspecting the wound, he cringed.

it went in pretty deep… i shouldn't pull it out or they'll bleed out. what to do.. what to do… i could tie my veil around the wound to stop the bleeding..? yeah, that's better than nothing.

he moved to remove his veil, only to be stopped by your trembling hand.

"kuni.."

"shut up, i'll patch you up, okay? you'll be fine, just don't talk, alright?"

"..kuni.. i think-"

"i told you to stay silent," he ripped his veil, "let me help you for once."

you struggled to get any air into your lungs, but you had to stop him, so you mustered all your strength to raise your voice.

"kuni, i think.. i think i just got poisoned.. you.. you can't save me anymore.."

he paused then, his wide and panicked eyes snapping to your half shut ones. his lips wobbled and he shook his head in denial, his silky hair flying every which way.

you slowly raised your hand and placed it against his cheek, which is now the warmest you ever remember it being. his hand, which he placed against yours in a hurry, was also radiating a gentle warmth. one you never remembered it having. his body was always cold.

ironic, wasn't it? you were the cold one now.

"no.. no, no you didn't, y/n.. it's just an arrow, okay? i'll just get it out and tie my veil around you to stop the bleeding, alright? i can save you, i can. i can. i have to."

you shook your head, and no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he knew. deep down, he knew.

his head hung low, his bangs covering his eyes, yet the tears streaming down your hand were a clear sign.

".. why did you lie to me? you promised.. you promised we would be together forever.. i gave you my entire being. i lived for you.. i loved you.. you gave me a purpose– gave the heart i thought i would never need again a second chance. i thought i could trust you.. yet you're leaving me as well."

with your remaining strength you wiped his tears and smiled at him one last time.

"you're.. so mean, kuni.. you've gotta work.. work on your attitude so you.. can make more friends, okay?.. promise me.. i'll die with.. with regrets if i know i left.. you all alone again.." you gave a weak chuckle, "i don't.. want this to happen either, kuni.. i love you more.. than you'll ever know.."

the hand on his cheek weakened and very nearly slipped out of his hold, had he not caught it in time. his already panicked eyes widened even further, ".. y/n?"

silence.

he scrambled closer to you, yet you didn't even flinch. "y/n?!"

deafening silence.

he wishes he could blame you for what happened. maybe then it would be easier to let go, but there's nothing to blame on you. it's all his fault. he's the one who couldn't protect you. and perhaps, that's what makes it worse.

his pupils wide, he holds your cold hand to his chest, where his heart should be, had you not ripped it out of his chest and taken it with you wherever you went. he sits there, gaping, as silent tears stream down his cheeks.

he lets out a sound. of desperation? grief? rage? sadness? he's not quite sure, it could be all of them as one. and suddenly he's screaming at the top of his lungs.

call them desperate cries for help, a promise of revenge, perhaps even a lover's oath.

he awoke with a start.

purple eyes snapping open to see the concerned dendro archon standing above him.

nahida somehow convinced the traveler to take scaramouche– now wanderer– with themself when they go back to inazuma.

so now here he is, on a ship with the blond traveler and their flying companion. and the 'crux fleet', if he's not mistaken. he's staring over the railings with empty eyes when he hears footsteps approaching.

"so, why is it you wished to go to inazuma with me?" the traveler asks.

he's about to retort, but then he's struck with a sharp pain in his temple and the words "you're.. so mean, kuni.. you've gotta work.. work on your attitude so you.. can make more friends, okay?.. promise me" echo in his mind.

so he sighs and looks down at the ocean.

"i.. wish to pay someone a visit. on seirai island."

the traveler falters, "seirai island? i thought no one lived there anymore."

the boy doesn't respond.

he hasn't set foot on seirai island in so long. the corruption is no longer there all over the island, thanks to the traveler– not that it would affect him.

he fixes his hat and walks down a familiar path, picking some purple and white flowers on his way, the traveler following close behind.

they take a couple turns and reach a familiar cliff with a shrine. the traveler pauses and puts an arm out to make paimon do the same, finally realizing what the eternal wanderer wished to do– who he wished to visit.

the boy keeps walking until he reaches the shrine and kneels down, placing the flowers in a vase he bought in sumeru.

he mutters a short prayer.

it's silent for a moment, only the sounds of the eternal lightning, wind and waves crashing can be heard. until he opens his mouth to speak.

"i'm home, y/n."

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cyrusthedragon · 10 months

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Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

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elysiumarchieve · 1 year

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What would fluster Scaramouche to the point of blushing? Like what would make him blush just a little bit where you can barely see it compared to being red like a tomato and hiding under his hat. (Imagine the blush meter meme for artists)

FINALLY GETTING TO THIS i actually thought about this for some time already oml

blush meter for scaramouche

warnings: mentions of his past, it's fluffy, scaramouche is a warning for himself, slightly suggestive?? you touch his skin idk, no proofread we go down like katsuragi

✧ so first off, i believe scaramouche doesn't get bashful nor flustered at all - my guy abandoned any sort of emotions a really long time ago and for him to even get a speck of color onto his face you must either be absolutely bold or downright embarrass him

✧ back when he had just woken in shakkei pavilion, it was enough to take his hand to cause his face to become bright red and reduce him into a stuttering mess, that's how cute he used to be

✧ in a way, back in his time where he used to live with katsuragi and the other blacksmiths, anything could cause him to get flustered - he was like a child at that point, his mind taking in all the new experiences and feelings and reacting to it with innocent and childlike glee

✧ gathering lavender melons with him and praising him for helping you so diligently would cause him to smile to himself and make his cheeks flush (he was so glad he could help you)

✧ but with his fate taking a tragic turn and his life slowly spiralling out of control, that childlike glee became lost the same day that he decided to burn his past in karmic flames, abandoning everything he once felt and leaving behind his kind smile

✧ nowadays, getting him to blush or embarrassed is hard. genuinely hard

✧ if you're his s/o you already managed to do one thing - break down the foundation of a giant wall he build around his 'heart' that keep him away from those 'disgusting human emotions'

✧ in fact, instead of getting flustered over compliments he receives, it's rather boasting his ego or he simply dismissed it (what do you mean, good job? wasn't it clear from the beginning that he'd do a good job? idiot)

✧ the only way to get him to blush at your compliments would be if you really, really exaggerated your compliments, but in a way he could still tell you were genuine (you think he's comparable to an actual archon? sure, if you say so he won't stop you)

✧ however, you'd never see him flush over this, but rather he'd just turn around and cross his arms with a shrug. he's always trying to play off how much the things you say actually affect him

✧ taking his hand in public only causes him to flinch and glare daggers into you - absolutely do not touch him in public, he hates it

✧ however, in private, although he still claims to hate any sort of affection, you can still feel the way he relaxes under your touch and how much he enjoys having his hair played with and it actually gets him flustered a lot when you whisper sweet nothings to him in the dead of the night, though he's happy that it's too dark for you to see his face heat up jist a little

✧ what i'm telling you might sound a little crazy, but hear me out on this one

✧ fix his clothing (you heard me)

✧ although scaramouche can't tell why exactly it gets him all flustered and why his stomach churns, but there is something about you suddenly telling him to keep still and gently fix the golden emblem on his chest or readjusting the bag on his back as gently as possible, with all your attention directed at him in that moment

✧ his finishing blow might as well just be the way you smile up at him afterwards and tell him that he's ready to go (as if he needed your permission) - it usually ends up with him thanking you in a curt reply before he turns on his heels and pulls his hat slightly into his face

✧ if anyone caught the slight red hue on hie cheeks and had the audacity to ask him about it (i'm looking at you childe), he'd simply lie and say it's cold. usually people buy that excuse since nobody knows that the cold doesn't even bother him

✧ now, for the worst (possible best way) to get him to actually blush in your presence is to touch him. anywhere. it doesn't matter what you do, but the more intimate and closer you are the more embarrassed he might become

✧ the look of shock in his eyes and his face just getting a red hue is almost too adorable to miss and you almost tell him that he looks 'super cute' (but you decide for your own well-being to not do it)

✧ scaramouche usually doesn't fuss over empty compliments and since he hates any sort of pda in public, you'd never get him to blush outside your 4 walls. the only things that actually get him flustered is when you focus your attention on him, when you remain genuine with him or when you touch him at the most unexpected situation (though it's somewhat embarrassing him more the way you look at him afterwards)

✧ he denies it but he likes it when you focus yourself on him. being betrayed and cast aside for being 'worthless', once he knows that someone appreciates his value does cause his stomach to flutter in a way he wants to hate but simply can't

✧ and although he hates that he reacts like this, he doesn't stop you

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #kunikuzushi #headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #look at that #she's posting

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talesofmuscles · 1 year

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Payday

Nick Walker rushes home from the gym, barely dressed up, as his burglar alarm alerts him of a stranger in his house. He hastily gets out of his car and locks before entering the house. He sees that his backdoor has been broken and there’s footprints leading to his office. Trying to be as sneaky as his body allows him to, Nick walks to the office just to see a thief barely able to reach his prized golden trophy. Not to let someone touch his hard-earned prize, Nick jumps onto the thief and tackles the small man.

“Oh no you don’t buddy,” Nick says as he easily subdues the small thief under his weight and size, “I don’t like it when people steal my stuff.”

“Get off me you roid ape,” the thief squeals as his tiny thin body wiggles around, “let me go.”

“Not a chance,” Nick says as he presses his body harder onto the thief, “do you think I’m going to let you freely take my things?”

“Yes you will,” the thief says with conviction and confidence, “I’m going to take all your shits until you have nothing left.”

Nick is surprised about how sure the man is. “I’m going to just tie you up then,” he is interrupted when he feels something jab his stomach, “what the hell?”

Looking down, Nick sees the thief punch his rock hard stomach with a ring. Nick doesn’t know if he should laugh or question the tiny man's decision. Something about the little man's action seems confident and strange. Then Nick could feel a bit of a tingle on his stomach, like a tiny itchy feeling. The itch slowly spreads around his abdominal area until it creeps outward onto his pectorals, arms, neck and down to his legs. After the itch has spread, Nick feels a painful and major cramp all around his body. It feels like all of his muscles decide to contract at the same time. The force is so hard he knocks him back and puts him on the floor. The thief chuckles as he steps on Nick with his scrawny leg like he just successfully conquered the big man. Nick feels the man's legs get heavy as his muscle loses its mass and size. His pecs push themselves down as they flatten. His roid gut deflates like a balloon as his hard abs soften out. His shoulder narrows out to make his frame look even smaller. Those tree trunk legs would soon become nothing but pathetic twigs. Worst of all, Nick could feel his cock and balls lose their virility. His once majestic bulge that would push his shorts and undergarments to their limit is nothing more but limped nubs. Nick squirms on the floor as the once giant bodybuilder is now nothing but a tiny twiggy man drowning under his own clothes.

The thief, meanwhile, feels his body charges up with energy. All the strength rushes into his small and frail body. His bony legs start to swell up as muscles build upon themselves. The newly grown weight and size of his legs and feet cause the thief to momentarily lose his balance and stumble backward. As he falls, his butts bubble out and act like a giant muscle cushion to break his fall. When he lands, the power rushes forward. His pants, which are not barely holding onto its seams, bursts as his cock gets hard and girthy. His tiny balls inflate and droop down with fertile weight. The thief can feel his guts bubbling up as layers of strong muscles and fat build up. At first, he can see visible deep abs but his stomach soon puffs up like a balloon, leaving it a circular hard gut. The long sleeve shirt that the thief is wearing stretches with the roid gut but it would stretch even more as his flat chest starts to melon up. The thief arches upward and then down as his back muscles plump up. The sleeves of his shirt explode as his arms expand. His biceps and triceps grow and tear apart every inch of the sleeve until his shirt is a mere rag. His neck thickens as the surges travel upward. His honey face soon restructures to have perfect square jaws and a sharp chin. Finally, his frame stretches out to balance his height and thickness.

The now naked muscled thief stands up and is awed by his new body. He flexes his body and tries to kiss his bicep but his muscular shoulders make it almost impossible. Nick slowly wakes up from the daze and is shocked to see the giant man in front of him. Nick is even more mortified as he sees his body become so frail that his clothes feel heavy.

“Now if you excuse me,” the thief laughs as he easily reaches Nick’s trophy and puts it in his bag, “I have a payday to celebrate.”

“Wait you can’t do this,” Nick's voice has become pitchy.

“Or what?” the thief grabs Nick’s clothes and drops the tiny man on the ground. He is having a hard time tucking his erection correctly between the shorts, “you going to stop me?”

Nick trembles on the floor thinking of what he can do as the thief laughs. The thief gets dressed and grabs some more stuff before leaving.

“See you never, shrimp,” the thief says as he drives off.

Nick is still frightened and confused about what just happened. He sits naked and shook on the floor and just hopes it is just a nightmare. Realizing he might catch a cold or someone would see him like this, Nick decides to stand up to close the door and put up any old clothes he has. Before shutting the door, Nick notices a glowing ring at the steps. Realizing it is the ring that the thief used to do the trickery, Nick chuckles a bit and puts it on.

“No, today is my payday,” Nick remarks.

//Special story for @brandedx2. Thank you for your support!

#muscle theft #outsider tales

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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it’s heart anon again ♡ may i request risotto accidentally receiving the reader’s love confession instead of the paperwork for a mission or assignment they were going to give him? (it can be headcanons or a full-blown fic, that’s entirely up to you !)

maybe the reader writes a secret love letter out of boredom but accidentally mixes it up with some documents for a mission, so i can only imagine risotto’s reaction when he reads about how handsome he is instead of orders from the boss for a hit job 😭

oh my love!!! hello heart anon! thank you so so so so so so much for this amazing request! i had such a killer time writing it, you dont even understand omg. thank you again and i really hope you enjoy because this is 10x hotter than i thought it would turn out.

Risotto Reacting to a Love Letter

Pairing - Risotto x reader

Warnings - none, just risotto being too hot for this world

Word Count - 493

Notes - sorry this took a while, but thank you again! i loved writing this and omg thank you again! i hope you have a wonderful day and stay hydrated heart anon!! <333

“Good morning Risotto!” You beamed at the man you looked up to as he walked through the door holding piles of paperwork.

“Good morning, y/n. Where’s everyone else?”

You stood up and walked over to your desk, filing through your own paperwork as Risotto did the same. “They all went out. Shopping I think.”

“Those idiots.” Risotto muttered under his breath, trying to find that day’s assignment in all of his paperwork. “Do you have the day’s assignment over there, y/n?”

You dug through your own paperwork, but all you could find were angry notes from Ghiaccio and love letters from Melone along with organized old assignments from the boss. “Nope. Are you sure it's not in the giant pile in your hand?”

“Oh wait, here it is.” Risotto pulled out a packet, but it definitely wasn't their assignment for the day. It was a long handwritten letter, completely in cursive. He skimmed it at first, reading words like, “handsome” or “in love with you”, but what caught his eye was the sign off at the end. “Love, y/n.”

He quickly looked up at you and then back down at the letter. You didn't notice though, as you were trying to put the day together.

Risotto then read everything from that note. How much you cared about him, how you would take a bullet for him, how you loved working with him. He couldn't stop rereading it over and over again.

“Uh… y/n?” Risotto knew he was blushing, but there was really nothing he could do about that.

“Yeah?” You turned to find Risotto with a bright red face, holding a piece of paper up to you. “Oh, did you find it?” You stood up and grabbed the paper from him, immediately feeling all of the color leave from your face. “Oh my god, Risotto, I am so so so so sorry, I don't know how that ended up with all of your work! I'm sorry, just pretend like nothing happened! I'll go shred it. And oh! Would you look at that! Here’s the assignment for the day sitting right on top of your des-”

Risotto stopped you mid-sentence by pulling you by the wrist, your lips only inches apart. “You have such a way with words, y/n. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

Before you could answer, Risotto’s lips were already on yours, pulling you into his lap with a smile. He tucked your hair behind your ear and you realized how warm he was. So comfortable. You could fall asleep like this if you weren't careful.

He pulled away slowly, your lips sticking together for a moment before parting. You looked into his dark eyes that were looking at you with such love and care. He pulled you in again for a shorter kiss and took the note from your hand. “I'll be keeping this, thank you. Now let's get ready for the day, yes?”

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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Legendary Lovers

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of gold AU

A/N: I am a desi writer, so I was really excited to use some elements of my culture. My culture has a rich war ritual and wanted to include a scene of jauhar. I will still make it as suicide even though it is something much more than that’s

TW: birth, blood, murder. Mentions of suicide.

The news of Stannis Baratheon approaching King’s Landing spread out pretty quickly. More women were seen at the godswood praying for their husbands and intendeds, their sons and brothers, their fathers and wardens. While the men were away sharpening their swords, acing their aims, preparing their horses.

Lady Y/N Lannister spent most her time in her gardens. Looking out to the shore that would either bring forth a victory, or would end her life. Her hands occupied with the golden and red silks of her house, sewing a banner together for her husband. It was tradition derived from her culture, the lady of the house would sew a banner for the men at war, the banner that held the prayers of the families under the sigil. She remembered her mother sewing one during the days of rebellion. She also remembers her mother ordering for a giant pyre to be built. Should the city fall, the women of the house would not be taken but instead die with their honour in the fire.

When you were married, with you came twenty women from your city. Women that very much followed the traditions of your home, who had reached out to you about the pyres as the news of war spread. You however needed permission from your husband, you knew he wouldn’t take this well but as a woman. This was owed, he vowed to protect your honour and this is how he would do it even in his death. This is how he would protect his children. What you were asking of him becoming even more imperative, since the tales of what was done to Ellia Martel were all too familiar.

A fortnight ago, Lord Varys had crept up to your garden. Nearly scaring the life out of you as he called out your name. He presented you with a message, an unopened, sealed message which made you look up to him in confusion. All correspondences go through your husband, Vary’s simply said nothing and urged you to read. The letter came from Dorne, from your uncle’s lover; Ellaria Sand.

“The Sand Snakes await you by east shore in a fortnight, no more Dornish blood on pale hands.”

You read it over again, there was a chance that you could leave, but you weren’t a hostage. You were the wife of Tywin Lannister and you were going to die on the same ground as him, should he fall. You crumpled the parchment and handed it back to Varys. It was answer enough, you were staying in King’s Landing.

You’d sat at the dine, awaiting your husband. You’d requested to eat alone today. Just the two of you,and the King for goodness allowed it. Though if Tywin wanted to eat alone there was so stopping him. You sat out of breath after journeying back to your chamber, pressing a cool glass of water to your sweaty neck.

“You do realize the Maesters do not tell you to not walk around for entertainment.” Your husband’s voice called out from behind you. His hand leaning down to your bump and pressing a kiss to your temple before sitting down on his seat. Servants poured in to set up your table, as each item was placed you tried not to look displeased as most food this days made you sick. Tywin pushed forward the fruit bowl to you, the cool texture of melons were the only thing you could eat.

Tywin didn’t want to say it but he was terrified for you and his children. You could birth in two fortnights or three, and now he didn’t even know if the Lannisters would survive one. He watched as you bit into the watermelon, a small hum leaving you as you savoured the red fruit. “How is the banner coming along?” He asked. His wife told him of this tradition, and he would do everything possible to bring that banner back to his wife after the war.

“Nearly done, husband.” You said sipping out of your water cup. “Just a few more stitches.” You took a deep breath, not sure of how to wage the conversation you wanted to have with him. “Husband.” You paused making him look at you

“We have another war tradition. Jahaur.” You stated looking at the fruit bowl in front of you. “Should the city fall, I need your permission… to let go.” He looked at your confused, not quite understanding what you meant. “The women, we’d rather burn in a fire then be taken by Stannis, I would not impose this on the other women but my ladies and I request the flame of you, my lord.” You looked at him sternly, a look Tywin himself mastered to often hide any emotion he felt. His brows were scrunched tightly as he took in what you had just said

You facade cracked through however, a slight gloss in you eyes as you pleaded you husband to allow your death. Tywin knew that even Stannis’s army wasn’t devoid of the treacheries that men imposed on women. He couldn’t bare the thought of those men touching you. He too thought of Ellia Martell and how her child was cut out of her. He simply gave you a tight nod as approval. You looked to you maid who stood at the corner of the room, her eyes too glossed over. You nodded at her as she scurried off to make preparations. Both of you sat in silence, opting to move to lay on the couch. His hand gently rubbing your bump as you looked out to the night sky.

Days before the siege, you’d found Cersei in the royal gardens, with her youngest Tommen. He overjoyed when he saw you. His little feet running over to you before falling into a wobbly bow. “My lady.” The boy called out

“My prince.” You smiled back and lifted the boy as best you could. “Aren’t you getting bigger.” You spoke to him as you walked to his mother. Cersei never liked you, she thought it betrayed the memory of her mother, she didn’t trust you because you weren’t a Lannister.

“Your grace.” You bowed before handing her Tommen. She gave your her practiced tight lipped smile.

“I’m surprised you haven’t run yet.” She spoke as she patted the seat next to you, to sit.

“This is my home, why would I?” Cersei scoffed at that. Watching Tommen run about the garden as she looked to your belly.

“You love him?” She said almost as if she was trying to believe it herself. She looked at you for answer but you said nothing. She sported a look you couldn’t quite decipher, it was maybe of sympathy or pity. Maybe she thought you were pathetic, willing to die for a man who would never truly be yours. You let your gaze go back to Tommen, you wondered what Stannis would do to these children. You thought of what he would do to you.

That night Tywin found you in bed, wide awake staring at the canopy. The sheer curtains drawn and within it your silhouette laid perfectly still, the gentle rise and fall of your chest and the movement of your hand on your belly. He’d sworn he wouldn’t share such intimacy with anyone other than Joanna. A small part of him, as wars raged on, wished that a pierce right through his heart would send him to his beloved. Though that was a fool’s wishful thinking, to even believe he would go to the same place as his first wife. With Stannis’s army about to rain down on them in a few hours, he didn’t seem to care. He looked at you laying there, and if he could let your care consume him. He’d happily die on your marital bed. He watched as you became aware of his presence, extending your arm out and wiggling your fingers at him.

“Come to bed. Husband.” Your soft voice called out to him, his feet carried him like a siren’s song towards you, already stripped into his tunic. There you laid in a sleep dress, the white shinning like stars against your skin and while in other circumstances Tywin would have you screaming his name for looking like that. There was melancholy in the air, he saw the small frown on your face, the little shake in your fingers. You were scared and so was he. The gods had blessed him with yet another chance and here he laid as within mere hours you might be taken away from him.

He shuffled in, facing you as you moved your head to look at him. His large palm found yours that rested on your bump. “My wife, promise me” He huffs against your shoulder. “No matter what happens tomorrow, you will wait till the very end.” He didn’t need to elaborate what he meant. He wanted you to wait until Stannis was at the Red Keep to enter the pyre. A tear felt past your eye, as you looked upward to the ceiling again.

“I promise.” You smiled sadly at him. A small purr erupted a Lion jumped on the bed to lay in between the little space between you and you husband. Hearing him purr made your frown grow and bottom lip quiver, you closed your eyes to compose yourself. “Do you think they will hurt him?” You voice broke halfway.

“This is why we don’t name things, wife.” Your husband whispered as if speaking any louder would make this room ignite. His knuckles rubbing the feline’s snout. You were crying, not inconsolable, or breaking down. It was grief, anguish just silently pouring out of you. Tywin’s heart would give out from not showing it. He too felt the way you did. “Sleep, my wife.” You felt his touch lull you to sleep. In that limbo between coniousness and sleep, you could swear you heard the faintest humming from him. You couldn’t quite decipher the song but he was humming for sure.

The next morning was chaos, the court in shambles as women sewed gold in the hems of their dresses, more women showed up at the pyre. Arrows being accounted for, soldiers being head counted. Common folk being urged into the insides of the abandoned dragon pit, which now held food, clothing and milk for children. You and your husband on the other hand were wrapped in each other’s arms. Both unwilling to let go, your back to his as his arms engulfed you back into the sheets. Waiting and dreading for the knocks of your servants which rest assured came.

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#tywin lannister x reader #tywin lannister #desiblr #house lannister #tywin lannister smut #game of thrones #got x reader #ruiewrites #got #game of thrones fanfiction #reader insert #dorne #stannis baratheon #angst #charles dance

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echantedtoon · 2 months

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A Rock And A Hard Place Part 2 Douma

This is inspired by @melon-cream-enmu Demon Slayer- Program Au. (Warnings: Their blog does contain NSFW elements and themes that not everyone may like or be comfortable with. Just a heads up. But this WILL STAY Sfw.) I did ask if they were fine with someone writing drabbles inspired by their au before writing this, and they mentioned that they were fine. This is probably not gonna have a lot of chapters and it's from the perspective of a female reader.

B.P. Au- @melon-cream-enmu

Demon Slayer- Koyoharu Gotouge

Demon Designs for this done by @flanelltees linked below.

https://www.tumblr.com/flanelltees/694082545792450560/i-forgot-i-didnt-post-this-cuz-i-think-i-didnt?source=share

Mostly Akaza x Reader x Douma with some Rengoku x Reader.

Warnings: Douma IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.)

"My answer is a big fat NO."

Footsteps followed you down the hallway. If you weren't weighed down by the giant cart of cleaning products and objects you used to clean up, you would've been booking it down the halls for your life as fast as this ridiculous rubber suit would let you. Unfortunately there was little you could do to escape the bluntly smiling woman following behind your squeaky cart. You partially wished her long clean white lab coat got caught in one of the doorways and slowing her down enough for you to get away.

"Oh, I understand that you may have concerns about it! You'd be a part of an amazing break through in demonology history! There's still so much we don't know about them! You'd be a part of something extraordinary!"

"Oh! Well if that's the case let me change my answer." You shot her a scowl. "HELL NO!!"

Her expression didn't change but her eyelid twitched slightly. "But won't you reconsider? It'll mean so much to us."

"If you're so desperate for volunteers why don't YOU go play matchmaker with those things!? I'm not about to throw myself to the wolves hoping I won't get eaten!"

"That's a stereotype of demons! They don't actually eat human meat like popular belief." She sped up until she got in front of you and grabbed onto your cart forcing you to stop. "And I don't any any qualifications for the task that we're asking volunteers for."

"'Qualifications'?" You gave her a look of disbelief. "Do I look like I have any 'qualifications'? I'm not a scientist and I'm not a researcher!" You gestured to the rubber hazmat suit you wore. "I'm a dam janitor. If the floors dirty I go sweep it. If a toilets clogged I used a stupid plunger. If someone spills coffee again for the hundredth time, I always go clean it up! The only 'qualifications' I have is taking THIS-" You grabbed the mop hooked up to the side of your cart. "-and using bleach on the floor. I don't involve myself in things I don't have any business with!"

Shinobu inhaled slowly like she was holding back anger before she let go of the cart in defeat. "Fine. I can't force you and I can't change your mind." Glad she finally got that through her thick head. "If you don't want to volunteer for the program then I'll respect your choice on the matter, but I'd like to still give you an offer." You rose a deadpanned brow. "It's not a part of the program! If you could swing by the holding wing later tomorrow so we could see how the ice demon reacts to your presence, it'd be a good experiment."

"So you still want to use me as an experiment? Or is it bait? I can't decide which one I am at this point."

"Neither! You wouldn't even have to interact with the demon! All we want to do is see what happens when he senses you're around! Maybe we could figure out why he's acting like this and put a stop to it. You'd even be paid."

"....How much?"

"Three hundred to your next check!"

"...Forget it. I'm not going to be involved in this. Go find another woman to con."

Again the woman sighed but nodded and stepped aside finally. "Alright then. But if you should happen to change your mind, you'll know where to find us."

You said nothing as she walked away and you angrily pushed the cart away. Who did she think she was?! Using you like some guinea pig! Ha! No amount of money would make you agree to something like that!!...Then again. You slowly came to a stop.. It would be nice to have some extra money to help with the bills. It would sure make things easier and she mentioned you wouldn't have to do anything...

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"Don't say anything or else I'll change my mind and leave now!"

Because of your greed or because you were dumb, you had ended up showing up to the hiding wing of the facility. This time without the obnoxious rubber suit and just in your casual clothes not knowing what else to wear for this. When you shuffled in there was at least four people in labcoats. Two you recognized as Shinobu and Rengoku but the other two men you didn't. One wore a security suit and had short white hair with scars across what exposed skin there was and the other had what was essentially a nurse's scrubs and mask over his lower face. His hair was black with Mitch matched eyes.

"AH!! MISS Y/N!! SO GLAD TO SEE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND!!," the loud red head shouted loudly making you and a few others wince at his loud volume. "You've arrived just in time to join the others!"

A hand reached up to rub your ear but paused when he spoke the next few words. "...Wait." you looked right at him wide eyed. "Others??"

He nodded. "Yes! You're not the only person who volunteered for the new program!" His body stepped aside allowing you to look down the hallway and you were surprised to find MANY more people in labcoats and a lot more people in those security suits standing in front of different windows looking into different cells. "There are others who also volunteered for the M.C.M.A.R.R. program! The staff and security are here to help monitor the interactions between the demons and volunteers!" He then looked back to your surprised face. "Which reminds me, you've probably never met the others before!" He gestured to the two men you never noticed before. "This is Sanemi, he's head of security at the facility and Obanai. He's mostly in charge of monitoring the health of our subjects here but he comes here on standby whenever there's interactions between them and our human volunteers."

"Uh..." You gave each man a look before nodding at them. "Hi. Nice to meet you."

The man named Sanemi hummed and looked you over before looking at Shinobu. "Are you sure this is a good idea? She's pretty vulnerable."

"She's not even going into the enclosure," Shinobu waved him off with a smile. "She's just here to see if the ice demon will come to the window as a trial run."

Rengoku nodded. "Indeed. It's up to her to decide if she wants to continue after a trial run! Any volunteer can quite at anytime!"

Sanemi sighed but shrugged his muscular shoulders. "Alright. Don't say that I didn't warn you."

You jumped as Rengoku slapped you friendly like on the back and beckoned you forward. "COME! I'll explain to you how this works!" You hesitantly allowed him to walk you down the hall you've cleaned multiple times. "Shinobu probably already explained what this program researches but allow me to elaborate. This program tests the multiple interactions between demons and other demons but also demons and humans."

"So...you also study demons interacting with each other? Not just humans?"

"Precisely!!," he shouted, "We only use human volunteers with their absolute consent and they can quite anytime if they don't wish to be in the program for any reason anymore." That was good at least. "What we do is match you up to a specific demon we think you'll be able to make at least friendly interactions with. We start out with just watching from the other side of the window, but we've been successful in having direct interactions later." He stopped in front of one large window. "Like this one there!"

You looked where he was pointing. There was another woman in a labcoat calmly writing on a clipboard and every so often looking up through the window into the cell. It took you a minute to take in what you saw. It was one of the cells that you weren't assigned to clean. You've never really paid much attention to it otherwise but it looked like a miniature library! There was stacks of books, a curtained bed, and a few other luxuries. In the smack middle of the room was two women. One was clearly not human with those slit pupil eyes, and the pointed ears. The one who was human was standing there and just watching as the other female demon made these strange almost cooing sounds and gesturing at a page of an open book in her hands.

"KANAE!!" You again jumped at the loud voice of Rengoku calling at the woman who only calmly turned her smile on him. "How goes the usual meeting?"

"Just fine," she replied back, "This is the second to last meeting they'll have before Red Eyes is released again."

"Red Eyes?"

"Yes. That's the nickname we gave to the demon. You see demons have their own culture and their own language. We...still haven't dephiered it so we give them nicknames to keep track of them. It's easier than saying Demon Number Fifty Four don't you think?" He gestured to the two ladies inside. "Red Eyes has been with us for a little over two years. The CEO decided he'll be released back next month to make way for different demons."

"You release them all?"

"It's all in accordance with the conservation federation. We capture but have to release after a while."

You gave another look in the cell and found the black haired wo-....MAN?! You blinked. "Wasn't that demon female just a minute ago?"

"Oh yes. That's why he's one of the more fascinating ones. You see he has the ability to switch genders at will." He then chuckled. "He seems awfully taken by Ms. Rei over there. She's the only one who he'll willingly interact with."

You gave another look inside the cell seeing the red eyed demon letting the human woman caress his face before Rengoku moved you along. Further down the hallway and towards the cell window you usually had encounters with.

"You see we've had a successful few interactions. Red Eyes and Rei are one of them. The dream demon with another. More recently we've been successful able to have interactions with a six eyed demon we've nicknamed Six and another volunteer named Haruhime. The one who we're going to try and interact with you is one we call the Ice Demon."

Your brows rose. "Ice demon?"

"Yes. We call him that because he can create structures of ice. He was found in the coldest parts in the mountains near a town. Apparently in those parts he used to be reveared as a deity of sorts. I thought it was just another old legend like unicorns until we accidentally came by him. It took the capture team a lot of darts to sedate him enough to bring in."

"And why do you think I'm good bait?'

He made a long 'eeehhhh' noise rolling his wrist. "Well...You see some demons are really picky when choosing who they interact with. Most of them absolutely refuse to even interact with the science team or any of the staff members. That's why we have volunteers come in. The demons seem more willing to interact with humans that they don't recognize as their captors."

Ah. That makes sense to why Shinobu kept insisting on you being the one that came here. "Ok. What does that have to do with me and this demon?"

"Like I said some demons are very picky on who they'll interact with. Ice Demon seems to particularly like interacting with female demons and lady staff members. The problem is that he's been trying to get out."

Your f/c widened. "Get out?!"

Rengoku nodded. "Yes. Besides Ice it seems our cold friend here has a charming effect to seduce the opposite gender. We did a little research on your first interaction with him. He noticed that you were a woman when you removed your hood while cleaning the old cell in front of his, but he couldn't get your attention until the second time you met. We think he was trying to hypnotize you into opening the door to his cell and letting him out." He looked right at you. "But you didn't fall for it."

"And that's surprising?"

"Yes! Because it seems that his charms don't work on stubborn women with a strong attitude like Shinobu and yourself!"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment or insult?"

"SEE?! You're perfect for this! Now then..." He stopped just in front of the cell you knew all too well finally letting go of you. "Let's see if he's in there." He left you standing on the side out of view as he looked down into the enclosure. There was a room large enough to be a ballroom with large chunks of snow and ice everywhere. "Hm. He seems to be keeping to himself today."

You also poked your head out raising a brow. "Maybe he's asle-"

B A M!!

You shrieked out and jumped back along with Rengoku as something hard slammed against the glass making it vibrate against the frame but didn't break. You froze as you came face to face with a widely smiling mouth full of fangs and bright rainbow eyes. There was silence as others turned to you both and silence fell as everyone stared at the creature pressing its palms against the window. There was no movement for a stunned moment before the tall demon made a happy trill sound and pressed his cheek with no shame. Smooshing his face against the glass as if he could get closer to you. Behind him a long tail with a platinum blonde tuft of hair wagged behind him.hoho

"... Incredible!" You jumped whirling back to Rengoku who smiled brightly. "This is possibly the most upfront and open interaction yet!" He looked at your stunned face. "Quick! Do something!"

"What?!"

"Anything! Compliment him!"

You slowly looked at the demon who eerily stared unblinkingly and still pressed against the glass leaned over to be eye level with you. And gulped. Even safely on the other side of the glass he was a bit intimidating but..you still rose a brow. Could it even understand you? This was ridiculous!

"Um...You have beautiful eyes?"

SCCCCRREEEEEEEEEE-!!!

You again jumped at the loud half screech half squeal the thing gaze before it grabbed its cheeks pulling away from the window giddily swaying back and forth. As if lovestruck before going back to the window again.

"Incredible. Speak to it more, Y/n!"

That's how it all began. Your first meeting consisted mostly of awkward talk as the thing just stared at you intensely until you felt uncomfortable enough and left as it followed you with it's gaze. Rengoku giddily thanked you as Shinobu happily looked over the notes she silently took the entire time she was there. You were invited back to the program same time next week and when your paycheck came in you found a whopping three hundred dollars added to your balance.

That's how it started. For the money you kept going back once a week every Wednesday to o spend a few hours at the window either talking to the thing or letting it jabber on and on and ON in some kind of grunt, trill, chirp etc language you couldn't even understand. But he didn't even seem to notice or care about that fact. Other than your meetings, you didn't pay attention to him. Why would you? You were getting paid for the meetings, you weren't getting paid extra outside them. Which was hard to do when he walked in 'agony' and annoyed you whenever he senses you were nearby. You often thought about ending the meetings because he was annoying you so much but the extra three hundred dollars in your paycheck every week kept you coming back. But that was it.

After around six months of this behavior Shinobu offered you a new deal. "You both seem to be getting along quite well. We were talking about it and we were wondering if you'd try an in person session with him."

"What?! No! I agreed to be on the safe side of the glass! How much money do you pay people to risk their lives like that?!"

"Three hundred dollars for a shielded session. A thousand dollars per in person session."

"......"

The metal doors opened before you. A breeze of absolutely chilling air washed over you through the cracks making you shiver. The heavy duty metal reinforced doors only opened enough to allow you to squeeze through to prevent the much larger demon from escaping.

"Remember Y/n," Rengoku's voice sounded out through a speaker system attached into the cell. No doubt he was looking down through the window. "If you feel uncomfortable or in danger at any time or decided you had enough just wave at me with both arms. The security team will be right in there to retrieve you. Whatever you do, remain in a nonthreatening manner and remain calm. The goal is to avoid unnecessary aggression."

"Gee. Thanks." You mumbled under your breath.

You'd better be getting that thousand dollars for this crap. Slowly you looked through the crack..You didn't see anything. Slowly you poked your head inside and looked around. Still nothing. Your body squeezed through until you stood on the other side jumping as the door closed shut behind you. You were trapped inside here by yourself with a demon now. Great-

THUD!!

You shrieked as something large landed behind you and two arms wrapped around your body pulling you up and into a burly chest. You continued to squeal out as the thing held you close to him. After a moment a lovestruck chittering entered your ears as you froze up. Rengoku watched as you were cuddled like a teddy bear by the demon before it plopped itself down and you sat in his lap.

"Y/n! Give us a thumbs up if you're alright!"

You were stunned by the coldness of the area and body against you but managed to give the window a thumbs up. "I'm fine." You pushed at the body. "Put me down!"

The thing only chuckled and nuzzled his nose into your hair.

"Hey, hey, hey!" You reached around as best as you could reach out to push at it. "Cut that out you freak!"

It made a cooing noise but held up his arms allowing you to scramble from him and stand. You turned to glare at him but he only giggled again and laid his head in his hands.

"Geez. Clingy much?"

It nodded yes at you....

It nodded...yes...at you...

You pointed at it looking at the window. "That thing just said yes to me!"

"Good. Communication is key."

"You're not helping!!" You whirled around back to the grinning thing. Jeebus. Even sitting down you could tell he was huge! He must've been six or seven feet tall with an obviously muscular build and you didn't like how pointy those fangs and claws were. Or the intense state he was giving you. This thing could rip you apart in a second... You had a problem with accepting money. "... You're not gonna try and eat me are you?" A head shake no. "That's good at least."

You shifted uncomfortably staring at him before looking around the cell. Ice sculptures were everywhere and in different shapes. A boat. Table and chair. A few random nicknacks. And a dancing ballerina mid pose. Did he make all these? Snow crunched under your feet leaving foot prints everywhere he stepped. He seemed to take notice cuz he thrummed gaining your attention and held out his hands.

You stared at him. "Uh..What are you doing?"

He chuckled at you. Holding up his hands turning them over showing they were empty before clapping them together. After a moment he slowly pried them apart and showing something in his palms. A little bitty bitty ice swan was nestled in his hands and he held it up to you.

"...Oh. Is that for me?" He nodded. You still stared before slowly reaching out and picking it up from his hands. You looked over the little bird. It was like a glass figure only made of very cold ice. "Oh. It's very pretty. Thank you."

It trilled in happiness again clapping in approval you accepted it.

"Thanks...But can I ask you why you've been bothering me so much?" It tilted it's head. "Why are you so interested in bugging me I mean."

It stared at you more before again seductively posing where he sat with one hand pressed against his chest.

You deadpanned. "....Man. just..Just don't. I don't think that's gonna work on me."

He then perked up at you and pointed.

"....Oh. so you already figured out that part?" It nodded again.

"I think it's trying to say it's interested in you being not interested in him!"

"Gee. Thanks, Rengoku. You really help here."

"Just trying my best!"

The meeting persisted for another twenty minutes before you decided you couldn't take the cold anymore and waved both hands at the window. Rengoku nodded and a moment later the metal doors opened a crack again with a few security guys on the other side. You decided to leave the ice swan on the ice table knowing that it'd probably melt once you went out of the cell and left. The thing got up and followed you stopping a few yards from the door and watching you disappear again. You were more happy that you could get warm again. Rengoku considered it a success and offered you again to come back for more in person sessions.... Your wallet really got stuffed over the course of the next three months.

You would continue your meetings, and have one on one sessions with the demon which usually only lasted about an hour with how could it was inside the cell and the demon would gift you small ice sculptures which you always left on the table with the others because they would melt outside of the room. Sometimes he even sculpted the giant ones in front of you watching you watch in awe. Other times he insisted on holding you much to your dismay and laughed watching you struggle. But he always let you go once you gave Rengoku or Shinobu the signal to leave. O R particular day he wrote letters in the snow spelling out something.

"Douma?"

He squealed out in delight clutching his cheeks hearing you say that.

"Is that your name?"

He nodded. The scientists were also thrilled about seeing you on name based.

"This is fantastic!" Rengoku cheered as you huddled in the jacket you brought with you. "It's revealed it's name to you! That means you earnt it's trust!" Your head throbbed from his loud voice and you hissed. You've been dealing with a headache all day. "You're getting along rather well!"

"Keep it down..my head hurts."

"Ah. My apologies for that. But this is truly thrilling!" He stepped in front of a certain cell where you were trying to relieve your head and a pair of golden irises narrowed at the flame haired man. "Are you feeling alright? Obanai has some pain reliever in his kit for whenever Shinobu needs it. I can get you one if you want?"

You didn't even get to reply. Something ran at the window. The frame shook and Rengoku jumped as a ferocious pink haired demon SLAMMED it's shoulder into the window not breaking it but sure as heck rattling it. Large fangs snarled as it hissed raged at the other man. Both stared at one another. For Rengoku this wasn't an odd occurrence. This thing often tried to threaten hi-

BAM!!

Angrily, you whirled around. Balled up fist slamming into the glass catching the demon on the other side of guard as you stared at him dead in the eyes with such anger.

"SHUT!! UP!!"

The pink haired demon froze stunned at the tiny female yelling at him before you turned away to cradle your throbbing headache mumbling to yourself and walking away. Leaving behind the stunned men...until the pink haired demon blinked and turned his head watching as you left.. before his ears perked up and head tilted in interest.

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