I just put the most popular (and some that I like) so tag if I forgot anyone

Title: Captured.

A Continuation of This Piece.

Pairing: Yandere!Geto x Reader x Yandere!Gojo (JJK).

Word Count: 3.3k.

TW: AFAB!Reader, Dub/Con -> Non/Con, Implied Kidnapping, Oral Sex, Threesomes, The Pervasive Aire of Homoerotica, Slight Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Violence, Intimidation, and Biting. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

He let you wait outside while he booked a room. It was a test, obviously – to see if you’d try and run as soon as he let you out of his sight. You didn’t. You kept your back pressed against the peeling cement wall and your hands in your pockets as the man at the front desk screamed, as you listened to the slick sounds of carnage and Geto’s muffled laughter. By the time he came out, his clothes dotted with dark stains and his hands lathered in the same dripping scarlet, you thought you might’ve been too sick for whatever he wanted to do with you.

He held up a hand, two keys and their accompanying plastic tags hanging from each finger. “Pick a number, one through ten.”

You just wanted to get this over with. Then, you wouldn’t have to worry about monsters or mysterious men or any of this ever again. “Eight.”

“Oh, the honeymoon suite.” Your eyes widened, and he cocked his head to the side. “Kidding, kidding. That’ll have to wait, for now.”

The room was nicer than you’d expected. Not quite the oppressively beige monstrosity you’d feared, but not as far from the eye-bleedingly pink love hotel that’d be the permanent backdrop in your worst nightmares as you would’ve liked. Currently, you were sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed with faux-velvet sheets, staring at your feet as Geto washed his hands in the in-suite bathroom. So lost in your own spiraling thoughts, you didn’t notice the water shutting off, didn’t hear him approaching you until the mattress dipped at your side and a pair of hands came to rest on either side of your waist. In one smooth, effortless motion, you were hauled into his lap, left to balance on his thigh as his eyes raked over you unabashedly. “You should try to relax. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were afraid of me.” His hand fell to the hem of your sweater. You’d gotten dressed in a blind panic after waking up to an apartment crawling with those awful things, but now, you regretted not throwing on as many layers as you could, not putting as many barriers as you could between yourself and the feeling of his calloused fingers skirting over your skin. “I can help take the edge off, if you’d like.”

For the first time that day, you felt a spark of relief. “Do you have anything? I’m alright with pills.”

“I was thinking something more along the lines of…” His hand splayed over your stomach, his tone laced with a dark edge. “Choking you until you black-out, then having my way with your helpless body?”

“Oh.” Just as quickly, that spark was extinguished – crushed under an unforgiving heel and stamped into total nonexistence. “I… I think I’d rather be awake, thank you.”

He hummed, tapping two fingers against your hip. “Have it your way, little one.”

Without warning, you were thrown onto the center of the bed. Before you could haul yourself up, before you could fully realize what was going on, Geto was between your open legs, mouth latched onto the inside of your thigh and his hands tearing at your shorts. The flimsy material gave away easily, and your panties didn’t last much longer. You took back what you’d said about wearing less revealing clothes; making this take any longer than it already did would’ve been torture. As deftly as he worked, the knot of dread forming in your chest was faster, quickly overshadowing every rational thought you might’ve had in favor of telling you that you weren’t supposed to be here, that this was dangerous, that you didn’t know what was going on, that you—

His broad tongue laved over your now-exposed slit, and your panicked mind went completely blank. His mouth was hot, and he didn’t waste time, latching onto your clit and sucking before you could think to push him away. Your body, nerves fried by adrenaline and senses dialed up to the point of hypersensitivity, responded immediately, your back arching as you struggled to swallow back a fractured moan. He encouraged your reactions, laving over your clit as two of his fingers found their way to your now-dripping entrance.

His digits slipped into you without resistance, scissoring apart and splitting you open as your own hands balled around the sheets, as you locked your jaw into place and did what little you could swallow back any sounds that’d make you seem more pathetic than you already were. Your pitiful attempts at resistance earned a throaty chuckle that reverberated against your clit and made your thighs clench together. Vaguely, in the distance, you felt his hand curl around your ankle, then you were being bent in half, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ate you out like a man starved. It was all you could do to keep your eyes shut, the tears that would’ve escaped otherwise safely locked away, to make sure you didn’t kick or thrash or do anything that’d make him decide you’d be more entertaining after you’d been half-mauled by one of his monsters. It was all you could do to keep your mind blank, to block out the terrible, wet noises rising up from between your thighs, to—

The door creaked as it swung open, and you scrambled to pull away from Geto, to cover yourself before someone saw you being brought to the brink of climax by a murderer. He held you in place, though, his grip turning vice-like as he kept you splayed-open and on-display for the familiar, white-haired stranger now standing in the doorway. “Satoru,” Geto started, still idly pumping his fingers into you. “How kind of you to join—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, Gojo had him pinned to the far wall, a small crater blown into the cement where the point of collision would’ve been. You could see an orb of blinding, blue light forming in his other hand, but Geto only clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Keep your dick in your pants, pervert,” he purred, eyes flitting to you. “There are innocents nearby.”

The orb of light disappeared, but Gojo didn’t move. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.”

You watched a first form at Geto’s side, watched in a daze as his knuckles collided with Gojo’s cheek with enough force to send him flying across the room and into the side of the bed, fracturing the steel frame. “Me neither, ‘toru.”

Letting out a ragged exhale, Gojo pushed himself to his feet and their conversation devolved into a rush of blows and kicks and insults half-finished before Gojo’s fist collided with Geto’s chin or Geto caught Gojo’s throat in his teeth. Clothes were torn, blood spilled across cheap carpeting, and you blinked once, twice, before shaking your head and hauling yourself up and taking stock of the situation.

They were fighting. Eventually, one of them would probably win, and that winner would probably want to fuck you. Maybe, after that, one of them would also help you. Maybe.

Gojo caught Geto’s hair in his fist and pulled. You could’ve sworn you heard Geto moan.

Okay. Alright. Yeah. No. Fuck this, actually.

Slowly, careful not to make a sound, you stood up and pulled your sweater down to cover your still dripping cunt before inching towards the door which was, surprisingly, still in one piece (it would dawn on you later that Geto must’ve left it unlatched, if not open, much to your delayed mortification). You could figure something else out. There were two other people who knew about your monsters, which meant there must’ve been at least one more. Gojo had been wearing a uniform, when you first met him, running for your life from the mangled mess of teeth and claws that’d managed to sink its talons into you, and you thought you’d heard him mention a school. You could find someone else, someone who wouldn’t ask for sex, someone who wouldn’t know your name before you introduced yourself, someone who’d give you a protective charm or a talisman and then demand for money or unpaid labor in return. You could—

It felt like vertigo, like the surface of the Earth had shifted underneath you. Your body tilted, collapsed, and then Gojo’s arm was wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed into your back and his fingers burrowed into the flesh of your side. “Trying to get away?” His voice was raspy. Geto must’ve gotten his throat. “That’s not very nice.”

“You were the one who burst in uninvited and distracted me,” Geto muttered. His lip was busted, and he cracked his nose back into place as he hauled himself up from the floor. “If you hadn’t interrupted us, they’d still be cumming on my tongue so adorably.”

Gojo didn’t seem to pay him any mind. His attention remained fixed on you, his free hand drifting to your vulnerable pussy. Using his thumb, he gathered some of the slick staining your inner thighs, toying with it as he spoke. “I thought the first time I touched you like this would be more romantic.” He paused, his ears ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Or, the first time I touched you while you were awake, at least. It… it got harder to control myself, toward the end.”

You snapped to Geto, teeth bared. “This wasn’t what we agreed to. I don’t want to—”

“Don’t talk to him.” His fingers slipped into you, curling against the walls of your cunt. Your breath hitched in your chest, and Gojo pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. “Don’t look at him. He’s not supposed to be here.”

“I could say the same thing about you, Satoru.” Stretching his back, he made his way back to the bed and collapsed onto it, letting out a strained groan. “If I hadn’t been so kind as to donate all of those very valuable, very hard-to-come-by curses to your pitiful cause, you would’ve waited… how long? Another year before so much as breathing the same air as your little crush?” His half-lidded stare met yours, and he smirked. “You should have a taste. The poor thing is heavenly when they’re scared.”

“He’s always been this bossy. I’m sorry you had to deal with him on your own.” Gojo drew back, but didn’t let you go. Rather, he looped an arm under your knees and pulled you off your feet, carrying you back to that fucking bed. He laid you out with more care than Geto had, but his expression remained uncannily blank. He’d been blindfolded the first time you’d met, and whatever eyewear he’d come with had been either removed or torn away, revealing eyes that were almost painfully blue. The only mercy was his hair – long enough to fall over his face and obscure his empty gaze, his parted lips. His hand drifted to your injured leg, still bandaged from the knee down, and his lips quirked downward. “I’m sorry you had to get hurt, too. But…” He smiled, leaned in until his forehead rested against yours. “It’s good that we’ll get to be together, right?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him to stop touching you, to let you go home, but you couldn’t go home, so you said nothing.

Geto let out an exaggerated yawn. “I didn’t put this little reunion together because I wanted to hear you talk, ‘toru.”

“See what I mean? So fucking bossy.” And yet, one of his hands fell away from you. You heard fabric rustle, metal clink, and then his cock was free, prodding against the inside of your thigh. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach as your eyes broke away from his and raked over his pale shaft, his flushed head, already leaking beads of ivory precum. He was tall. They were both massive, but nothing attached to a human being should’ve been that big. “You’re lucky I’m letting you watch.”

“Who said I’d be watching?” So preoccupied by your own terror, you didn’t notice Geto shifting until you felt his hands on your sides, then at the hem of your sweater, pulling your only remaining protection over your head. You scrambled to stop him, but there wouldn’t have been much you could to do fend him off at your best, let alone in the state you’d been reduced to tonight. With a breathy chuckle, he finished stripping you down, his attention immediately falling to your chest. “You wouldn’t want me leaving you alone with him, would you, little one?” He bowed his head, catching your nipple with his teeth and pulling harshly. A pained whine slipped past your lips before you could choke it back, and he turned towards Gojo, grinning. “See? They like me.”

Whatever rage Gojo felt, he managed to bury it beneath a soft smile, a pulse of pure electricity in his eyes as he took his cock in his hand, dragging the tip over your entrance. You thrashed, kicked, fought, but he only cooed as he thrust into you, like he was trying to comfort you. Like you would need to be comforted if he just stopped.

He bottomed out, his hips pressing into yours with a blissful sigh, and you lurched forward, moving to claw at his eyes, to wrap your hands around his throat, to do something. Geto caught your wrists before you could so much as touch him, though – laughing as he forced your arms flush against the mattress. As Gojo started to move in earnest, Geto slotted his lips against yours, taking advantage of your distress to force his tongue into your mouth while Gojo fucked you open, whatever gentleness he’d been attempting to show you falling away in favor of burying himself that much deeper in your tight heat. As soon as Geto pulled away, Gojo took his place, his kiss not quite as aggressive but no less invasive, no less unwelcome. You should’ve never left your apartment. You should’ve never run from your monsters. At least they might’ve been kind enough to kill you quickly.

By the time he broke away from you, your vision was spotted with black, your lungs aching from a lack of oxygen. Jerkily, he straightened his back and raised a hand, his fingers soon tangled in Geto’s hair. You watched in a daze as teeth clashed against teeth and lips collided with a bruising force, and considered the terrifying possibility that you might’ve been the first person either of them had ever kissed.

Gojo’s pace turned erratic, his hold on your hip crushing. His pelvic bone caught on your clit every time he thrust into you. You’d been able to control yourself when faced with Geto’s teasing, but now, every little cracked moan and pained whimper slid past your lips, barely audible above the sound of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin. Unwillingly, you clenched around him, and Gojo doubled over with a throaty groan, burying his face in the side of your neck. You felt his mouth on your throat, then his teeth, sinking into your skin deep enough to draw blood. You clenched your eyes shut, willing your body to go numb to the pain, to ignore the coil of pure agony winding tighter in your core, but Geto caught your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and stare up at him. “Trying to run away again so soon?”

“S-stop,” you half-sobbed, trying to pry his hand away from your face. “Don’t touch me—”

“We’ll have to bring a gag along, next time. That is, unless you learn to be more appreciative.” He shrugged his sweatpants below his waist, wrapping his fist around his cock and guiding it to your lips. “Open up, little one.”

You grit your teeth, keeping your mouth shut as tightly as you could, but Gojo bit down on your collarbone and you screamed, jerking against him. Geto took advantage of your misery, slipping a thumb into your mouth and prying your teeth apart, forcing his cock down your throat. “Bite down,” he muttered, voice low and tone sharpened, “and I’ll make sure he knocks you up.”

A wave of cold dread washed over you, but you didn’t have time to linger on your newly realized fear. Geto was already fucking your skull, already leaving you struggling not to choke as you tried to remember how to breathe around him. Where Gojo was uncontrolled, Geto almost seemed… unaffected, holding your head in place while he rolled his hips with the idle pace of a man determined to milk every second he could out of you. It was unbearable; the burning in your throat, the heat in your core, the feeling of Gojo battering into your cunt until you couldn’t stop your legs from twitching, your back from arching, your pussy from clenching around Gojo’s length and drawing a sinful noise from somewhere deep in his chest. You let out a ragged moan half-suffocated by Geto’s cock, and then you were coming undone around him, your body convulsing underneath his. Gojo wasn’t far behind. With a hitched groan, he pressed his hips into yours and pushed another open-mouthed kiss into your neck, making no attempt to pull out before flooding your pussy with something thick and awful.

Geto wasn’t far behind, his eyes falling shut as he came down your throat. For the longest time, neither of them moved, Geto forcing you to choke down every last drop of his cum while Gojo stare down at you, eyes blank and lips parted, his expression caught somewhere between tender and awe-struck.

Finally, he glanced away from you, looking to Geto instead. “Let’s switch. I want to feel their mouth.”

Geto let out a breath of a chuckle. With your body limp, your jaw slack, he pulled away from you, leaning just close enough to let his lips brush against your temple before straightening his back and moving to take Gojo’s place between your legs. “Whatever you say, lover boy.”

~

Hours later, when your skin was little more than a patchwork of hickeys and bruises and you couldn’t feel anything save for a constant, excruciating ache in your cunt, Geto had fallen asleep with his arm around your waist and Gojo laid next to you, head propped on his fist and a soft smile painted across his lips. You could see the sun starting to rise from behind the thin motel curtains, feel the dread that accompanied being in a strange place with strange men at a strange time, but it all seemed secondary, pushed to a distance by your exhaustion, your devastation. When Gojo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you out of Geto’s hold, all you could summon was a whine of protest, and even that was quickly glazed over with an airy laugh, a quiet hush.

Geto’s shirt (discarded three hours in, when he stepped aside for a shower while Gojo made you cum on his tongue for the fourth time) was pulled over your head, Gojo’s glasses (lost in the initial fight, found briefly while Geto was bouncing you on his cock with one hand and jerking Gojo off with the other, then lost again) snagged off the floor and pocketed. As he slipped out of the beaten motel door, you shut your eyes against the dim light, burying your face in his chest, and he encouraged you to, cupping the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss into your forehead. With his lips still lingering against your skin, he spoke, his voice muffled by his proximity. “It’s alright. You can sleep, if you need to.”

It might’ve been sweeter, if you hadn’t been able to feel every inch of his smile cutting into your skin.

“I promised I’d keep you safe, didn’t I?”

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

PART 1/ PART 2/ PART 3

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!reader

Letter count:2666

Warnings: mention of depression, i dont think anything more.

Notes:I slightly changed the course of events to make it more convenient to write, sorry!!!

Two angels were sitting on a bench in a small garden filled with different types of flowers. In front of the bench there was a fountain with clear, almost mirror-like water, giving the air a slightly damp taste. “I...I’m not sure if I can...you don’t have to be on my side, my idea is stupid-” Lucifer didn’t have time to finish when his words were interrupted by the girl’s soft laugh. She smiled and took Lucifer’s hands in hers, soft as plushie, warm hands, making Lucifer's heart beat a little faster. "Don't worry Luci, I will always be by your side, no matter what happens. It's my decision and your idea is not stupid. If they don't hear you... It will only show their stupidity." Her calm, kind voice added confidence to Lucifer. He smiled and looked away for a few seconds, but then moved his gaze back to the girl next to him. "Yes, you're right.. Thank you." His eyes looked into yours, radiating warmth.Moving closer, the girl hugged Lucifer. It was a warm, encouraging hug. “I will always support you, no matter what. I will always be by your side.”

Lucifer's sad gaze was directed at the new rubber duck he had just made. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. Small, clear as glass, tears formed in the corners of his eyes, remembering his last moments in heaven, before his expulsion. Y/n. This girl was his friend, always supported his idea, was ready to give every part of herself to support Lucifer. Where are she now? How is her life? Is she happy? He does not know. "I will always be by your side, no matter what." Lucifer sobbed, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his suit.These words are ingrained in his head. He no longer really remembers her face, but he definitely remembers how soft her hands were. Her radiant smile.. He almost forgot what her laughter sounds like.Her beautiful, plump scarlet lips, which he always wanted to know what they tasted like. She was a ray of light in the darkness. How beautiful her wings were when she flew with him...Years of suffering, loneliness, depression.. during all this time he tried forget about her, because thoughts about her hurt him even more....

Trying to distract himself, he started making rubber ducks, "how pathetic". He thought.

Somehow finding the strength to get up from his chair, the King of Hell headed to his bed. The bed cracked slightly, feeling the weight of his body when Lucifer fell onto the soft mattress of the bed.

"You can't just go ahead and banish him! How dare you!" Tears flowed down the girl’s cheeks, burning her skin. Her voice almost broke from screaming. But no one wanted to hear her. No one cared.

Lucifer turned over on his back, his gaze staring at the ceiling. He would have continued to lie in deathly silence if the silence had not been broken by the unexpected ringing of the phone, causing Lucifer to flinch. With a quick movement, he rose from the bed and grabbed the phone.

"Daughter..?.... Daughter! Daughter calling!" Seeing the contact's name, Lucifer's sad face burst into a joyful smile and he almost dropped his phone. Charlie, his daughter is calling him! After a slightly awkward conversation, he said that he would be at Charlie’s hotel in an hour. After hanging up, he took a deep breath and smiled. The sadness that had been gnawing at him a few minutes ago was put on the back burner...

Taking a deep breath, he gathered his strength. He would finally see his daughter, after a long time. He couldn't screw it up.

Part 2 in progress!! Hope you enjoyed!! :D

swan song — satoru gojo

summary — why work so hard when you could just be free?

pairing — satoru gojo x f!reader

warnings — major jjk spoilers, graphic depictions of violence, hurt/comfort, angst, happy endings, reader has a cursed technique (mentioned once), established relationship

word count — 1.3k

author’s note — based on swan song by lana del rey. this is the most self indulgent selfship coded thing i’ve ever written but i needed to give gojo the happy ending he deserved idc if its cheesy or out of character

He’s dead.

Dead.

The strongest. Dead. 

Satoru Gojo is dead.

A flash, then his body becomes two — legs here, torso there. 

He’s not moving. Scarlet splatters the ground, blooms like a lily. 

The air is disgustingly thick, and it hangs like a noose, and it cuts your throat. Nobody is breathing. Everybody knows. 

This time, he’s not getting back up. 

A scream claws its way out of your throat, vicious as it pierces through the air. 

Someone else is stepping up to replace him already, a sorcerer with hair like seafoam. The King of Curses turns towards him, his stolen face twisting into a demonic grin, dripping with victory.

Right now there’s just one thing on your mind. Like instinct, like it’s your destiny. You don’t care about the politics, the consequences, the implications of his death. None of it matters.

You just want to be with Satoru.

Your feet are moving. They almost take off, but a steady grip pulls you back. 

“You should leave.” Shoko’s voice quivers as she speaks. You’ve seen her composure crack so rarely that when you do it feels like your first time witnessing it.

Your face is hot, and it’s wet now. Your eyes sting. You don’t try to stop the tears, or even wipe them.

If you were to look up, you’d find eyes full of sorrow and shock and pity—you’re the grieving widow. His students have lost a teacher, his friends have lost a friend. At least I’m not her, they all think, I haven’t lost the love of my life. 

Without another word, without even so much as one final glance at Satoru’s corpse, you leave. You can’t bear to be there any longer. 

The taxi driver does not question why you’re crying. He pretends he does not hear the way you sniffle and gasp for air. He drives you to your home and drives away when you’ve paid him.

You breathe out. Your shoulders sag with relief. You will yourself to stop crying.

He’s in the living room, a thick arm thrown over his eyes as he half-naps. As soon as he hears you enter however, he springs up, beaming like the sun. 

Satoru laughs a little at your puffy face and your glimmering eyes. He gathers you into a hug, his body hard and imposing and warm, and you cling to him. His heart pumps blood around his body and it’s loud in your ears.

“That was traumatic,” you say, but it gets muffled when you bury your face into his chest. He smells fresh, like the wind on a warm day. He must have showered since he teleported home. 

Satoru’s laughing again. You wish he’d never stop. “You knew it was fake the whole time, how bad could it be?”

“I had to watch you die, Satoru! It was horrible even if it was fake,” you admit, tightening your arms around his waist, where his torso meets his legs. 

He laughs, and it reverberates in his chest and rumbles through your body. You’re angry. You can’t climb inside of his skin and live there and you’re angry about it. His giant hands draw circles all over your back.

“I’m here, baby. I’m all yours now,” he tells you. For the first time, he means it without any exceptions.

…

“What if you faked your death?”

Satoru’s head whips over to look at you, scanning your face to find something that will tell him you’re not serious. But you are serious.

One word, he asks, “why?”

“So we can give up being sorcerers and leave Japan and never come back.”

Satoru grows quiet. There’s a pit in your stomach. He tells you constantly that he’d give you the world, and you believe him, and he loves you more than anything, yet he can’t bring himself to give up on humanity. Without him, the world doesn’t stand a chance. He’s the strongest, after all.

“Is that what you want?” he asks. It’s sincere.

“Yes,” you tell him, swallowing as you consider your next words. “I just got you back from the Prison Realm and now you have to fight Sukuna, who might actually kill you… You just give and give so much to the Jujutsu world and what do they give you back? Shit all. And I’m tired of watching you be wrung dry.” 

He’s silent again. All the years that you’ve known him make it easy for you to know what he’s thinking. More than likely he’s thinking of Yuuji and Megumi and Yuuta. Maybe he wonders what Nanami would tell him to do, or what Geto would say.

It’ll be selfish. He’ll be abandoning everyone at the worst possible moment. He turns your words over and over in his head. Then he thinks of a life with you, a peaceful one, where you’ve left behind your days of sorcery, where he doesn’t have to be some pseudo-god. 

Where he can grow old with you.

Perhaps, he thinks, it’s necessary for him to disappear. It’ll be a struggle without him, but he has faith. They’ll persevere. 

“What are you thinking?” he asks eventually.

“I’ll use cursed energy to create a clone of you. Since my clones can’t use cursed techniques it’ll have to be right when Sukuna is about to kill you. You switch out and teleport out of there.”

For a moment he stares at you, then he chuckles, shifting sideways so he can lay on his back and stare at the ceiling with resolve.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he says. 

“I have,” you say. “For as long as I’ve loved you.”

…

He thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful. 

He’s convinced of it, actually. Life has filled your cheeks out and erased your dark circles away. Your eyes shine brighter. Fear no longer lives in them, nor does hopelessness.

Your fingers are gentle as you pluck fresh, plump tomatoes off the vine. Satoru’s heart swells because you’ve been so excited to harvest them.

“It’s just a handful for now,” you tell him, letting him peer inside the basket you have on your arm. There are a few bunches of rocket and basil leaves, and a small squash too. 

He reaches in, takes a tomato and pretends to take a bite out of it until you snatch it from his hand and scold him. 

“They just look too good, baby,” he says between laughs. You roll your eyes, but you don’t manage to bite back the smile that grows on your lips.

“Go finish building my chicken coop,” you tease, calling him by his last name, the one he took from you, then brushing past him to head back inside your home.

“I told you it’s almost finished!” he exclaims, trailing behind you as you make your way to the vintage renovated kitchen of your house. 

Satoru settles on a stool at the island at the centre, observing the way you rinse the vegetables in the sink. To him it’s fascinating—well, you’re fascinating. The way your brow scrunches slightly with concentration. He hopes you never run out of vegetables to harvest and wash. He’ll make sure you don’t.

“By the way, what do you think about getting some mini goats?”

“I don’t care as long as you take care of them,” you tell him. “Do you want salad or roasted vegetables for lunch?”

Satoru’s heart races. He’s transported back to 2006 for a moment, when for some reason he wanted to be around you all the time and thought it was weird that he liked it when you teased him. Before he realised.

“Roasted vegetables, please. I love you.”

Satoru doesn’t look much different now. He’s gotten a little more toned, put on some muscle from some of the heavy work he does on the farm. 

And when he smiles, he’s not pretending anymore. 

For your scarlet witch x bsd could you please do Chuuya x scarlet witch as Dazais sister, when Dazai was still in the Port Mafia? Maybe reader hanging out with Chuuya to piss of Dazai but eventually it turns into love

chuuya with dazai's scarlet witch! sister

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): bsd spoilers, fluff, friends to lovers with chuuya

╰➤ PAIRING(s): nakahara chuuya x f! reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the scarlet witch of the port mafia, and younger sister of the demon prodigy, end up falling in love with the king of the sheep.

nothing was more terrifying than the siblings taken in by mori ougai of the port mafia.

there was dazai osamu, the demon prodigy, and then there was you, dazai [name], the scarlet witch, and the two of you were terrifying forces to be reckoned with, despite the fact that you were a rank lower and younger than your brother.

nonetheless, you were both respected by the mafiosos and acknowledged by mori himself.

apart from his issues and your own, you and dazai had a close yet very typical sibling relationship. he would annoy you and make fun of the fact that you're younger than him, which is why he'd tell you that you should listen to him, but in reality, dazai was protective, given how you're younger than him and, most importantly, the only family he has left.

speaking of which, dazai would become too protective, especially when boys got too close to you, and may god have mercy on their subordinates who dared to look at you.

he's also protective of you when it comes to mori, and would never hesitate and threaten the man out if he was abusing your gift, your chaos magic, too much, and every time dazai enter his office, it's always dazai who was in front of you in a protective manner.

and so, when nakahara chuuya came into the picture, dazai osamu was incredibly distraught.

ever since nakahara chuuya joined the port mafia at the age of fifteen after the whole incident with rimbaud's betrayal and the purported reappearance of the former port mafia boss, you and him had recently been noticed in each other's company frequently.

you and chuuya would be assigned missions together, and mori and mafiosos would jokingly refer to you as the "double red" because your abilities were both red, whenever chuuya wasn't assigned with dazai, his double black partner, and in those assignments, you two would spend time together and even hung out in the evenings and in your spare time.

and dazai fucking hated it.

he hated it everytime he saw you and chuuya laughing together, and he despised watching you and him chat in the corners of gatherings, and what made dazai hate it the most was that you and chuuya were doing it to irritate him.

dazai always has this urge to throw hands whenever you and chuuya even begin to team up against him with the insults and banters.

he's just betrayed, you know?

"[name], i'm literally your brother, and i'm older than you?!" dazai would say with folded arms and a nerve protruded on his temple, even more pissed off with your response of, "okay, and?"

all of it would always result in dazai scolding you about how you should avoid that slug because of how much of a bad influence chuuya was, even though dazai was probably more of a bad influence to you, and having said that, dazai would also get all passive-aggressive around his partner whenever you were mentioned in a topic, and vice versa when you mentioned chuuya.

but of course, you being you, you didn't actually give a damn about your brother's opinion.

dazai's words would simply pass from one of your ears to the other, and you would continue to hang out with chuuya regardless, because he can't do anything given how powerful your chaos magic was, and that's because only your ability can go against his gift-disabling ability, which he absolutely despises.

but, deep down, a part of you just can't stop thinking about chuuya, and you keep mentioning him to dazai every now and again, unable to keep that tongue of yours from talking about chuuya around dazai.

"aww, but chuuya's cool and you know it," you would say only for dazai to roll his eyes at you.

"can you shut up about that hatrack for once before i disown you, [name]?" was his response, and it would always make you crack up.

there was something about chuuya that made you feel safe. he was a year older than you and currently a member of the flags, a port mafia subgroup. apart from that, he was also very different from the men in the port mafia.

chuuya, despite being an arrogant, blunt young man who is unrelenting, you know all too well how he does not take people's lives for granted and understands the value of compromise and rationality. he also avoids using unnecessary severe techniques when necessary and has the intelligence to know when enough is enough, which is the polar opposite of your older brother.

and most importantly, chuuya cares.

even if it wasn't so clear given how brazen chuuya's actions can be, that gesture of kindness was something you felt this organization you and dazai had joined lacked.

and, much to dazai's dismay, as well as your own surprise that is, it didn't take long for those hangouts you and chuuya intended to irritate him to... escalate into something else.

you were still in the port mafia headquarters because it was where you frequently stayed and even slept because the shipping containers you and dazai lived in were just not to your liking.

you had just finished your assignment's report to mori when you came upon chuuya, who was leaning against the wall outside your office door in the headquarters down the corridor, seemingly waiting for you.

he was wearing his trademark choker and gloves, as well as his black suit and tie, which you secretly thought was really attractive.

"chuuya, hey," you smiled as you approached the ginger-haired boy, "what are you doing out here? it's late."

"i know," chuuya said with a chuckle as he folded his arms in front of you, "but that vagabond of a brother of yours isn't around so and there's a convenient store nearby.."

"so?" you tilted your head, already smiling.

"so do you wanna grab a drink or two?" chuuya asked, tilting his head back at you.

"oh, but you just said that my brother isn't around.." you began, but chuuya raised an eyebrow at you, confused by your assertion.

"yeah, and?"

"there's no one to piss off right now?"

chuuya fell silent for a while, soaking in your words as he blinked, then a quick laugh erupted from his throat and a smile tugged on his lips, leaving you confused this time.

"i don't give a damn about your brother. I give a damn about you, idiot," chuuya remarked, shaking his head and laughing softly.

"wait, what?"

"what?"

you stood there, dumbfounded, your eyes burning crimson with psionic energy out of surprise, which was an emotion that was amplifying your ability right now, however, before you could finish your sentence, chuuya had already grabbed your hand and dragged you away, pushing you to walk along with him.

"come on, it'll just be a quick run," chuuya said, looking back at you with a grin.

"okay, fine, but you're the one paying, chuuya," you exclaimed with a wink and a giggle.

you began to pick up your own legs, now openly strolling alongside chuuya, when a familiar voice echoed down the corridor, prompting you and chuuya to both pause and turn your heads,

"what the hell is the meaning of that?!" cried out dazai, his eyes fixed on the fact that you two were holding hands right in front of his eyes.

you and chuuya looked at one other for a second, then at your entwined hands, until a smirk crept across his expression as he faced you again.

"speak of the devil, looks like we have someone to piss off now," he exclaimed with a chuckle.

and it doesn't take long for you to smirk as well.

"and sneaking out tonight and running away from my dear brother sounds like avery good idea right now," you said as tilted your head.

with chuuya's grasp of your hand, the two of you instantly start sprinting down the corridor, causing you both to hear your brother's exaggerated and loud gasp at this particular sight.

you and chuuya laughed as dazai's snarky yet highly comical remarks and insults at you both echoed down the hall as the two of you sprinted, chuuya activating his gravity manipulation ability to make you both lighter and faster. chuuya's hand felt warm in yours, and your heart was racing and skipping a beat with a rush of adrenaline in your veins.

as dazai catches up to the two of you in a common room, you extended your hand, shooting red vapors of psionic energy that instantly opened up the window.

chuuya glanced at you, winking at you before looking back at dazai with a very smug look.

"sorry, mackarel, but your sister's mine."

you've never felt more alive than now, and for some reason, butterflies are now fluttering around in your stomach at the sensation you can't seem to get enough of as you heard those words spill from chuuya's lips. you were his.

with that, chuuya wrapped his arm around your waist and together, the two of you jumped through the window, both of you activating your respective abilities, your red psionics and his gravity manipulation ability, fleeing from dazai and down a few floors given the height.

dazai pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh, a slight smile tugging on his lips as he stands there in front of the open window, watching you and chuuya laugh and make your way towards a convenience store together like the teens you both were from afar, holding each other's hands even..

the harbinger of chaos with the god of calamity; scarlet witch and arahabaki together.

it sounds so fitting it pisses him off even more.

but, as much as dazai despises it, he can see how you and chuuuya fit together like puzzle pieces.

[ author's notes ! ngl i kinda hate how this one turned out, but i hope it turned out just as sweet as i intended it to be. thank you so much for requesting and yeah, sorry for not writing much lately, character.ai currently has me in a chokehold PLS FSGEHSJKS but yeah, anyway, bye lol <3 ]

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the top of my list (steve harrington x reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: As senior year comes to an end, Steve Harrington has a list of what he wants to accomplish before graduating. Those things include you.

A/N: This is my first attempt to write a Steve story, so there's a lot of Steve's thoughts. ♡ I used a pick-up line that a boy tried on me last week, I just think it's Steve!!

Disclaimer: PINING!STEVE, angst, fluff, mentions of king Steve, unbeta'd

This is all he ever knew. All these classrooms, the barely eatable food, the gym, mrs Bloom boring classes. Hawkins High School was his tiny world in a small town. The flawless kingdom to king Steve.

Or so it used to be. It's been a little too long since he felt on the top of the world when walking through these crowded halls, and Harrington doesn't quite recall the last time he collected all the eyes on him and his friends at the lunch table — not that he has many of those left. To think that his biggest issue was to pick a part some girls's numbers in the little notes in his pocket. Parties sound like a noise, he talks to kids more than to people his age, and he actually studies now. He tries to. His old self would mock him if he could. Not that he misses who he used to be, just what he used to have.

Somewhat, Steve keeps a grip on a couple of dusted dreams. Part of him remains craving for silly things that he used to gravitate to, even when he believes he probably shouldn't. Stupid teenager things, as he'd put. A piece of paper in his hands with all his desires is anything but a scarlet letter, yet he can't wait to achieve all those items, a fantasy that maybe if he can accomplish those, school would feel good again.

This place used to be his. This used to be his home, or what he thought that a normal home would be like: everyone knew who he was, everyone saw him. Steve was never on his own at school, he never had to beg to be heard as he did at home. He simply showed up and people wanted him around. No "I'm busy, Steve" or "I have a meeting". No excuses, no hustled demonstrations of plastic love through fake niceties that last less than a business call. Everyone liked him at school, even when he messed up— they even applauded him when that happened! Classmates saw him as a king, but the aspect that had a hold on him was that they wanted more. All the school girls wanted a call, and the guys wanted his advice as if he was some sort of role model. Every aspect of his caught interest. Once before.

Nowadays, whispers fill the hallways more than dreamy sighs when he passes by. Rumors about Billy becoming the new king, and how they haven't seen Harrington in a party or with a girl hanging on his arm in months. Someone even called his hair greesy.

When did the world turn so fast and tripped on its route? What did he do wrong this time?

He used to be the king, but their classmates never loved him. It was just adoration laced with idealization, with some quiet envy. Can't blame the poor popular boy for misunderstanding such emotions; he never met love, how is he supposed to know its face?

Steve is so tired of feeling alone, of starring at his walls and pretending to occupy his time when he's just wasting it. Since Nancy left, all his nights overflew sorrow, his body ached with the void inside. His big house with a pool always seemed like a dazzling prison whenever he was alone for too many days. It just adds insult to injury that it's been a while since his parents remembered about him. 15 days since the last call, 2 months since the last check up meeting. Not that he was counting, of course.

There isn't anything but an empty home and a boy just as empty living in it, a boy who is hallow. In the quiet of the night, he waits for a noise. Steve is never scared when he hears one, he's rather hopeful. Although, it is easier to be robbers than his parents, at least robbers want something from you, unlike his parents. He's vacant, he's sad, he's missing without being missed, he has nowhere to run to, and he attempts to find something inside himself, but there's a heart which behaves as vortex: hugry for affection, for care. Because there's no one to be around. He's just a star with no eyes to gaze at him, no person to recognize his shine in the dark. Harrington would call someone to ease his solitude, but there isn't anyone on the phone waiting for him. Dear God, he just wants to be wanted.

Steve just wants to be wanted.

Therefore, he glances at the small list in his hands, dropping his simple desires to his senior year at Hawkins High School with a sharp pen.

Basketball championship!!

College (or tech)

Win a fight (throw it at henderson's dipshit face)

Kiss Y/N, or call her on a date, or talk to her without sounding like an idiot. KISS Y/N.

It's not much yet, but it's enough to bring a smile to his battered face.

It doesn't take too long for his plans to pill up into a disaster. College tosses him away like some clumbled piece of paper, and of course his dad decides to remember that he had a son just in time— which means no more money and a stupid job to 'learn responsibility'. His basketball team conquers just the second place, which isn't bad, but wining that competition could've pushed him into a university with a scholarship. Not to mention his hand-to-hand combat ended up with Billy almost destroying his eye.

Senior year is supposed to be the time of his life, nonetheless, it feels like he's falling from a precipice, like someone pushed him out of his pedestal and he's just a face on the ground now.

Steve rolls his eyes, deciding that his idea was bullshit. Just like everything else about him. Nancy was right, at least she escaped, his mind coaxes the thought into his brain. Because he was an asshole who messed up everything and everyone he cares about. As always.

Inside his car, the overthrown king glares at his wish list through the music noises coming from the house he parked right by. That stupid list got his hopes up, made him believe that maybe he wasn't a fuck-up, maybe he deserved something. Someone.

The brutality of reality is more violent than the apocalypse he had to face. He'd take broken bones over broken spirit everytime.

“College didn't want you, your parents didn't want you, your friends didn't want you, nancy didn't want you,” he murmurs to himself, rotting away his delusion about getting one thing right. You. “she obviously won't want you either.”

His eyes are locked with the paper. every craving crossed out with red paint, every lime seeming to mock him for not being good enough. harrington groans to himself, about to rip it off and leave to his house when he sees you.

Y/N Y/L/N. Walking into the party with a beam and a tight skirt.

Steve observes you like you're in a film reel, mesmerizing every aspect of you rapidly. your beautiful hair looks soft, soaring through your steps as you enter. he could close his eyes and catch a glimpse of you in his eyelids, as detailed as the old posters pinned on his bedroom's wall. He was simply, undeniably marveled by you.

His eyes dart towards the paper again. One ultimate item, one try. There is still one chance to make his last year remarkable in a good mood. Attempt to make it right.

Harrington shoves the note inside his pocket and gets out of the car, walking through the garden gates, the same way you took to arrive the party. He usually isn't nervous to talk to girls, but he can feel his palms sweat when his brown eyes catches you grabbing a drink on the kitchen.

His heart has been collecting dust for so long, as some abandoned ornament that he forgot how to use. After Nancy, love just didn't make sense. Until he saw you, with your smart mouth and pretty smile, dappling his battered moments with a peep of hope, even though you didn't know.

You laugh at some dude tripping on his feet and almost bumping into you, probably a freshman. Steve rolls his eyes at the man blushing whilst he apologizes to you.

What an idiot, he thinks to himself. Still, he wants to be the idiot that almost falls and makes you laugh. Shaking his head, he tries to think of a way to approach you. This used to be so easy, why can't he come up with a pick-up?

“come on, you can do that. hey, you're going to college?” he wonders, mumbling, “don't be an idiot. what are you gonna say next? that you weren't accepted in any college?”

Man, even Henderson was doing better with girls than he was.

Someone taps on his shoulder and he turns around, a student greeting him with and starting a quick conversation. That would be a good way to cool down. The chatter dries after a couple minutes and he's on his way to talk to another classmate.

As Steve seeks around to see you, you are no longer in the kitchen. The brunette sighs, but a on his back requires his attention before he can leave to search for you.

“I'm sorry!” the woman apologies before he can even see where the hit came from, but steve turns to her in a heartbeat. it's you! destiny was on his side. “you okay, Steve?”

He can't help but think that his name sounds good on your tongue. Steve just wants you to keep saying it. He blinks to himself, regained composure before he throws words at you. Suddenly, the wish list on his pocket weights a million pounds, and his tongue is dormant. What is he supposed to say?!

You tilt your head to the side, eyebrows kitted together in an adorable frown. He knows he's taking too long to answer, but this is his last chance before you go to some fancy college and forget anything about the hell hole that's your hometown and about him.

Steve can dress it up, wear a masquerade and shoot his shot with a some pick-up line, which was his first thought. Although, the boy doesn't want to use his charm, he just wants to tell you the truth. He just wants to have a real chat with someone other than Dustin.

Thing is, right now Steve Harrington is glaring at you with stars in his eyes and a dumbfounded grin, there's just one thing he can say: the truth.

“You know, I didn't notice it before you hit me, but you look beautiful.”

It's true, because the sight he presenced from a far can't compare to having you this close. Steve doesn't want to pull away.

You laugh. He's not sure if you're laughing at him or with him, but you're laughing and it's because of him!

Take it, dude who stumbled on the kitchen. A sense of pride overcomes him, the sentiment drawing a smile on his face.

“I know, it's shitty. But it's pretty cute, ain't it?”

You cross your arms, traces of a giggle on the edge of your lips, “Did it ever work on a girl before, Harrington?”

“I don't know, it's the first time I've ever said that.” he shrugs, looking away before his eyes locked with yours, “Not many girls hit me.”

“I'm not sure I trust you on that one, King Steve,” you mock him, despite your fonding voice.

“I can show it to you,” Steve quickly takes the opportunity, leaning in with a lopside grin. At least you couldn't hear his heart beating the shit out of his chest, “You go on a date with me and if you feel like hitting me by the end on it, I'll take you best slap.”

You bite your bottom lip, pretending to consider his offer, and he can't help but stare.

“Make it a punch and we have a deal.”

“Ouch, you really want to hurt me that bad?” Harrington places a hand on his chest, his mouth contorting into a playful grimace.

“No, I won't,” through your joyful words, he trusts it.

You ask him about all the types of things, you touch him softly, you listen, you tease him, and chuckle at his jokes. You act as if he's the only person you wanted to talk to at the party, as if want his company as much as he wants yours. Reciprocity. He had lost the touch with it among the year, it's tender to have it back. And he does the same to you, resting his has on yours and smiling like a fool who found gold in the dirt. It's simple, it's all he craves for: to be wanted and not just needed.

Steve is a brittle soul after so much calamity in the past years, but perhaps his pieces can fall back together. Or so he believes when you touch his arm and nod at pizza on the table.

He knows he went through some bad shit, that he was hunted by monsters and all that freak stuff. But it doesn't seem that bad when your perfume hits him and you look away, presenting a shyness when he cupped your cheek. You don't push him away, you just pull him close. All the black-eyed peaches thrown away in the name of a kiss that's so sweet.

So you put your lips on his, it's the best year he has ever had with all the scars. Steve kisses you back, it's the kind of emotion thrill that will cause you to dance around your room all alone and keep him up at night for all the right reasons.

(steve tries to hide the paper and his blushed face when you slide your hand into his pocket to hide from the cold and accidentally finds his list, but you're quicker. you're beside him when he crosses the wish, and you wonder if he'd make another list for you two as you place a word)

4. Kiss Y/N, or call her on a date, or talk to her without sounding like an idiot. KISS Y/N. I kissed you, dork!

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Beauty and the... Bowser?

Prologue

Once upon a time, in a kingdom of fire and brimstone... the Koopa Kingdom was faced with a terrible fate.

Bowser x Fem!Reader

A/N: I got so excited by this idea that I legit started planning it an hour ago, like fully going through Mario characters to cast. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Fic Masterlist + Prologue (here!) + Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 (coming soon!)

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom of fire and brimstone, music filled the air, for a ball was ongoing in the grand ballroom of the Koopa King's castle.

Despite the known temper and arrogance of the famed King Bowser, there was no denying that he hosted the most grand parties in all the known kingdoms. The elaborate decorations glimmered in the light of the torches, the chandeliers glowed with purple magic, and every guest was dressed in their most impressive outfits in hopes that they may win the King's favour, whether politically or otherwise.

This party was seemingly no different to any other, with the exception of the thunderous storm that raged on as the nobility were tucked safely inside the large ballroom, mingling and preparing for another dance as King Bowser made his entrance. His thundering footsteps garnered every guests' attention, each of them bowing their heads in slight fear and respect as he stood in the monstrously large doorway.

The scales and spikes of his large green shell shined as if they had been freshly polished, with the intimidating claws on his hands and feet in much the same condition. The King's scarlet red hair was combed back, slightly tucked behind the sharp horns on either side of his large head. As his mouth pulled back in a slight smirk, the guests shivered at the sight of his gleaming pointed teeth.

Nonetheless, each guest greeted the King Koopa with a gracious smile, following with a bow or a curtsey before swiftly moving aside to make room for His Majesty to get to his throne and to avoid being hit by his spikey tail that dragged along behind him.

As Bowser sat on his iron throne, his advisors Kammy and Kamek standing obediently at his side, he waved a hand at the orchestra of Boos as a gesture for them to cease their playing. As the song came to a close, the last of the conversations of the party goers quieted as they turned to face the seated King, hanging on to every shift of his body in interest of what he would say.

"Noble guests", Bowser began, his deep voice booming throughout the entire space, "tonight's event has turned out to be one of the most successful yet! It seems like my kingdom is outperforming the lot of you other royals in the crowd. HA!"

Although framed as a joke, Bowser's statement put each of the different kingdom's representatives on edge, as if waiting for the King to wage a war on them at this otherwise enjoyable party. Despite the tension, the crowd laughed politely to please the King, none of them wanting to challenge his temper whilst in the heart of his territory.

"With that in mind, dance. Drink! Enjoy yourselves here! Worry about your impression on me as you're leaving.", Bowser finished. With a flick of his hand, the orchestra began a new song. Each guest worried about the meaning behind the King's final sentence but found their dance partners and took to the floor nonetheless as a show of good will, each noble hoping to gain allyship with the tyrannical yet undeniable powerhouse that was the Koopa Kingdom.

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Partway through the third dance, there was a powerful knock on the heavy metal of the palace doors. The knock, however, was written off as just being the wind storm, and was therefore ignored by the Koopa king, his advisors, and the guests alike. To their surprise, however, and to the guests' fright, the solid iron doors swung open, revealing the figure of a seemingly weak and hunched over old woman.

The woman wore a soaking wet and tattered navy cloak with a rickety old cane held in her hand to support her unstable legs. The cloak's hood was pulled over her head hiding her face from the crowd now facing her completely, looking at her with disgust. She limped her way toward Bowser, his imposing figure beginning to rise from his throne to meet the elderly stranger who, in his eyes, had so rudely intruded on a party that was of a much higher class than the old woman could ever dream of being invited to.

King Bowser's startling height and judgemental leer did not deter the woman as she came to a full stop in front of him, her cane creaking as she leaned her weight onto it.

"I seemed to have lost my way in this horrible storm", the woman's weak and shaky voice spoke, "may you be so kind as to let me stay the night?"

Bowser scoffed in her face, his heavy breath blowing the woman's hair back slightly. "And what exactly would I get in return?" Bowser asked mockingly. At his question, the woman reached a hand into her cloak, retrieving a single daisy from the neighbouring Mushroom Kingdom. "I can only offer my gratitude and this daisy, Your Majesty.", the woman replied, meeting the King's fiery crimson eyes.

Bowser scoffed once. Twice. Then burst out into boisterous laughter that reverberated through each corner of the castle, the guests following his example and breaking out into mocking laughter as well.

"What a brave offer! How truly ridiculous!" Bowser said as he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. The King bent over, coming face to face with the woman. His eyes shifted to the daisy still held gently in her hand as if it were the greatest treasure she had known. 'How ridiculous. How could a mere flower ever compare to the heights of luxury I have every day?', King Bowser thought to himself. With a swift backhand, the Koopa smacked the precious flower from the woman's hand. The daisy tumbled to the floor, losing a petal from the fall. Bowser smirked, looking down his nose at the elderly woman, awaiting her reaction.

The woman looked at the flower laying pathetically on the floor, then moved her gaze back to the King's large head. Without uttering a word, the woman began to lift off of the floor, her dirty cloak and simple underdress transforming to a long, sky blue gown in a whirl of golden magic, a small silver tiara and a long glowing wand with a star on the end appearing on the woman's person. The woman's scraggly grey locks melted into platinum blonde hair, ending at her shoulders. Her once wrinkled face smoothed over into a much more youthful yet striking complexion, her tired ocean eyes taking on a much more dangerous gleam. The witch stopped rising once she was above the King's towering height, looking down on him with a rather stoic yet undeniably angry expression on her face.

The guests began running to the heavy door, tripping over each other and themselves to get away from the witch while King Bowser stayed in place, no fear present in his expression. Kammy and Kamek, though, knew much better than to challenge the witch before them. For she was Rosalina. Protector of all of cosmos. The King Koopa took a step back, aiming to charge at the witch looking down at him. "Your Majesty, DON'T-" Kammy tried to warn Bowser, but it came too late.

Bowser made a running start to where Rosalina floated in front and above him. The woman calmly flicked her wrist in his direction, sending the strong leader of the tyrannical Koopa Kingdom flying into the stone wall behind him. Bowser's head hit the wall, shaking the stone bricks violently and rendering the King unconcious for a moment.

Rosalina slowly descended and walked toward the King, who's eyes were only starting to focus back on the powerful woman in front of him. She stopped just short of where Bowser was leaned against the wall as Kamek slid in front of his King and placed his head to his hands on the floor in pleading, Kammy following just after him.

"Please don't kill him, O great protector Rosalina!" Kammy pleaded, keeping her head down but not moving from where she kneeled over in front of the Koopa King. The tension became unbearable as Rosalina stayed silent, only looking down at the King's faithful advisors before moving her gaze back to King Bowser himself, who was now conscious but too injured to move.

Rosalina then turned, slowly walking toward the forgotten daisy that still laid on the floor where it was unceremoniously smacked out of her hand, picking it up and walking back to where the King sat.

"As punishment for your arrogance, disrespect, and uncaring for the struggles of others, I leave you with this, King Bowser of the Koopa Kingdom;" Rosalina spoke in a firm voice, "if you do not learn to truly love another that is not yourself, and if they do not learn to love you back by the time the last petal falls from this daisy, your entire kingdom will be forgotten by everyone, leaving you to truly be absorbed in yourself and yourself only."

With that, the thunder and wind outside the castle picked up as Rosalina rose once again into the air, disappearing into a cloud of blue and gold magic. The storm died then, leaving the three occupants of the ballroom in silence.

Kammy and Kamek rose their heads, rushing over to King Bowser to treat his concussion. With a few whispered magic words from each of them, Bowser regained his thoughts and slowly stood to his full height.

Kamek cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, there must be something we can-" the Magikoopa began, only to be cut off by his King stomping over to a nearby table that held beverages and food and throwing it across the room in the direction of the Boo orchestra players. The ghosts quickly disappeared, rushing through the walls and windows to get away from the wrathful King who had begun smashing their string instruments.

Kammy knew better than to try and reason with the King while he was in this mood, and Kamek wasn't keen on trying to be optimistic again. Both of them watched in silence as Bowser finally tore a portrait of himself, coming down from his violent outburst.

Panting heavily, Bowser looked around the room at the destruction he had caused, then settling his burning gaze on his advisors. He stared at them for a moment as his breathing became slightly stable, before angrily stomping out of the ballroom and up toward the West Wing where his bedroom lay.

Finally left in silence, the two advisors remembered the daisy that had fallen to the ground once again after Rosalina disappeared. Kammy carefully picked the flower up as Kamek quickly retrieved a glass bell jar. As the two magikoopas placed the flower underneath the dome, three more petals fell. Kamek looked toward Kammy, the pair sharing a concerned glance before nodding.

'We can only extend this inevitable deadline for five years extra, Your Majesty. Please make them count.' Kammy thought as she and Kamek combined their powers, placing a spell upon the daisy.

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Word spread quickly throughout the Koopa Kingdom of the curse placed upon their King. In fear of being completely forgotten and abandoned by the outside world, the majority of citizens fled, leaving the kingdom barren and lonely.

Bowser stared out his tower window, furrowing his brow in badly concealed anger. Despite his best wishes, his eyes became slightly glassy with tears.

'What a fitting curse.' He thought bitterly. 'Who could ever learn to love a beast?'

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A/N: And that's the prologue! Honestly I'm super proud of this so far, and I'm so excited to write the rest of this story! I hope all of you enjoy this!!!

The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 4

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — Weekly updates (either Saturday or Sunday) because I found a rhythm of sorts lol

(The entire fic has been outlined, so I will see this to the end, you have my word)

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Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

Some mentions of violence

Mild voyeurism

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

Link to the previous chapter

Chapter 4: Scarlet Sage

A whimper escapes the back of your throat as you place your palms on his chest in an attempt to push him away – but you might as well have pushed against a brick wall. Seemingly aroused by the sound you made, he sucks on your lower lip and angles your head for better access. He starts leaving open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, leaving you winded and your lips raw red.

“Please, my Lord…” you beg with a quivering voice.

The moment you start feeling his hot breath on your neck, one of the library doors opens with a soft creaking sound followed by muffled footsteps. The Dream King stills at the intrusion with a small growl – using this momentary distraction, you break away from his grip and make a wild run for it.

You might’ve heard him chuckle under his breath, but you’re not quite sure. At that point, you didn’t care – you don’t dare look back as you dash madly out of the library, and eventually out of the palace grounds. You put as much distance between your king and yourself, paying no mind where you were going or how fast you were going. You run until you reach the foot of the bridge connecting the palace and town plaza, clutching a stitch on your side, and panting heavily for air. Hanging on to the bridge railing for support, you allow your breathing to slightly even out before breaking into a sprint once more, narrowly avoiding collision with a man pushing a cart of what looked like tiny red flowers on stalks.

You reach the forest, noisily rushing past the floor of dead leaves as you flee, tripping occasionally on protruding tree roots. You get a little paranoid; you slow your pace a little and peek behind you because you thought you heard rustling – assuming that your mind must’ve been playing tricks on you, you resume your trot – 

Only to slide into a shallow, well-hidden ravine with a loud yelp that echoes throughout the woods.

Fortunately, you land on a pile of dried leaves, so it doesn’t take you long to gather your bearings and finally let the adrenaline wear off. You let out a few mild coughs before greedily gulping in the air of the forest, and, plopping down on its floor, you lean on the thick, exposed tree root behind you. At that point, it finally dawns on you exactly what made you run away in the first place.

Your creator and master, Dream of the Endless, had just maybe confessed the nature of his intentions towards you.

“Shit. Shit. Shit!” You mutter to yourself out loud, burying your face in your palms.

Without your control, the incident in the library flashes in your mind; the way he cornered you and pressed against you; the way his breath fanned your face, and the way his lips insistently roamed yours and demanded access –

Mentally, you shake the feeling of him off you. How many teenage girls’ dreams have you seen involved such romantic trysts with their childhood crushes among the hidden confines of bookshelves, stifled giggling, and hushed voices? You certainly remember how the dreams felt: they were sweet and, at times, awkward; but also, thrilling and full of innocence. Your first kiss with the Dream Lord, however, felt almost too heavy and too sensual – it felt wrong.

And then there’s that other matter: you, a mere dream, had just maybe rejected his advances.

You gather your knees to your chest and buried your face in them, groaning in frustration. You have never gotten on the Dream Lord’s wrathful side – Candor herself has stated that he was somehow more lenient, daresay more affectionate towards you. Certainly, you’d fall in more favour in his eyes should you submit to him. But, as hard as it is to admit, he is your creator and King – and thus you see him only as a monarch, a figure of authority. You are loyal to him, that has been proven, but crossing that boundary was something else.

Now, you’re sure your refusal of him had deeply disappointed him, even enraged him – but was that enough to warrant an unmaking? Would he summon you, or search for you himself, and sentence you back to the dust from which he formed you? Just what have you dug yourself into?

   The gravity of your actions starts to hit you: you might’ve just doomed yourself to roaming the kingdom – his kingdom – a fugitive, forever in fear of his shadow, a subject of his ire.

Just then, a shuffle of dried leaves startles you. You leap to your feet and start backing away. Has he finally come to find you and punish you for spurning him?

“Who’s there?” You summon the courage to speak, your voice high-pitched and shaking.

Out from the distance, you hear a wild hacking noise – like someone was getting dirt out of their throat. You approach the sound a little more confidently now that you’re sure it isn’t the Dream Lord. True enough, you walk into the sight of Abel, sitting up half-buried in freshly dug earth; he really was trying to get the dirt out of his throat. Rushing to his side, you help him get to his feet and brush the damp soil off his hair.

“Thank you, Mera. My brother sure did a number on this grave – it took me a while to dig my way out of it,” Abel says cheerily.

Chuckling lightly, you pick up the earthworm that managed to crawl into his jacket pocket. “Hello to you too, Abel.”

There only have been a handful of times you’ve seen Abel rise from his grave, but the first time sure gave you quite the shock. Such is the fate of the first brothers: one forced to kill, the other forced to resurrect in a never-ending cycle of bloody murder that went on since the dawn of mankind. One could call it a ‘twisted’ form of brotherly love. Will you suffer the same fate, you wonder, under the hands of your creator? Will you also be forever cursed to roam the realm, being unmade and remade at the whim of a jilted monarch?

“Mera? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Abel waves his hand in front of you to get your attention. “Well, granted you have seen a corpse, or at least one’s that’s recently been…are you alright?”

Giving him a weary smile, you respond, “You know what, Abel, I don’t think I am.”

Immediately, Abel’s jovial expression turns to one of concern. “Oh, dear. Is that why you’ve come all the way here? To be honest, I do find it peculiar why you’re here, of all places.”

Trying to lighten his sullen mood, you joke, “To be fair, this isn’t where Cain usually buries you.”

Letting out a dry chortle, he relents. “Yeah, he really wanted me to have a hard time.” His face suddenly lights up and offers, “If you’d like, we can talk about whatever’s bothering you on the way to my house. And we can finally have tea! Your last visit was cut short, after all.”

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

“Wonderful!” He exclaims, rummaging on the back of his jacket for something you can’t see. “Aw, rats. I told Cain to be careful with this coat; he knows this is my favourite…”

***

You tread along Abel at a leisurely pace through the thick of the woods. You listen to him rant about how his older brother always manages to ruin this specific jacket every time he kills him, pointing at this back where a large tear is, in the middle of a huge splotch of blood. This somehow comforts you, listening to someone else’s troubles for once. It’s a humbling experience, knowing that the Dreaming Realm, its residents, and its dreamers would continue their lives just fine even if your master decides to uncreate you. It’s a bizarre feeling, but you relish it, nonetheless. So, when he asks you to tell him what was bothering you, your head is a lot clearer, your mood calmer – so you conveniently leave out the other details of that event in the library, only revealing to him that the Dream Lord ‘caught you by surprise’ and that ‘pushed him away in your haste.’

At your careful wording, Abel’s eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor, indicating he understood what you meant.

“You mean, he’s just told you?”

Eyeing him questioningly, you ask, “What do you mean ‘just?’”

He meets your cautious gaze with an apologetic expression. “I mean, come on, Mera. It always has been painfully obvious to everyone in the Dreaming how he’s had eyes on you from the beginning.”

“‘From the beginning?’ How come no one bothered to tell me, then?” you mutter sourly. “How come it seems like everyone knows something except me?”

“Honestly, Mera, no one wants to interfere with his…affairs. I thought you already knew, given that he’s always around you and all. Anyway, I wouldn’t worry if I were you. I’ve seen him around you. With you, he’s a lot…nicer. I don’t know how else to put it. With anyone else…oh boy,” he lets out a dry chuckle, before continuing. “The gloom emanating from him – hard to imagine how he’s related to Death, she’s always so sweet.”

“I’ve heard that before,” you mutter darkly, but Abel doesn’t seem to hear.

“Oh, look! We’re nearly there! There’s that old path leading to the house.” He points to a narrow, beaten path, and sure enough, you can see how it led to a thinner set of woods with much more clearing, indicating that you were almost about to exit the forest. “You’re still coming over for tea, right? I can bake us some gingersnaps. You know, Cain once clobbered me on the head with a cast iron pan for making them too sweet…”

Glad for a change of topic, you follow Abel to the path, listening to him recall the cookie recipe, absently noting how he’s forgotten to add salt, of all things, to his mental list. Right now, you needed a strategy: the Dream Lord might’ve taken you off work temporarily, but it doesn’t mean you can’t pop by the sea of dreams unnoticed. Figuring it was the only way you could avoid him, you resolve to stay away as much as you can and for as long as you can from the palace grounds, at least until your master’s interest has waned – you silently offer a prayer to the Fates that it does soon.

Good luck with that, the Voice mutters darkly. 

***

Dream of the Endless immediately feels the loss of your warmth the moment you wriggle away from his embrace. Chuckling darkly to himself, his heated gaze follows you as you scurry your way out of the library, leaving him to deal with a rather painful arousal that’s begging to be relieved. He regains control of himself before sauntering over to the table where your scribbled notes were, lazily running his fingers over the papers in deep thought. Would he have taken you right there, on the table, had you not resisted? He would’ve, he admits to himself, but he’s also aware it’s hardly the proper place – he wants your first time with him to be burned into your memory; thus, he would have to make it special and in the privacy of his own chambers. Besides, even that kiss you briefly shared with him seems to have proven too much of a confession for you. He couldn’t deny that he’s thrilled by the chase you’re giving, but he could drive you further away should he increase his pace. He would have to keep his distance, for now, taking satisfaction from the fact that he’d eventually win you as his prize in this game he could play for eternity.

Quietly, he approaches his librarian’s desk. He had other matters in the Realm to take care of before he can contemplate his next move on you.

“Lucienne.”

The royal librarian in question nearly jumps from her seat at his call. His tone might’ve come out a bit more biting than usual – he is, after all, still displeased with her interruption, however unaware she was of it.

Still clutching her chest at his sudden presence, she asks, “Yes, my lord?”

“I have other nightmares to apprehend and a matter to investigate. In the meantime, I have a task for you.”

***

It’s been days since you last been in the palace. You’ve been resting minimally since in the lush lands of Fiddler’s Green, and while it sucked to be essentially homeless and on the run, you’re grateful that you have not seen a single hair of your creator since the library incident. Not even in the dreams you have visited so far did you feel his presence. Still, even your reprieve could not take your mind off the notes you’ve left on the desk; those were notes which could immensely help with your work, now that you’re spending more time than usual in the dreams of the humans.

So, it’s in this uneventful night that you decide to sneak into the library and retrieve the papers, wishing your luck in the last few days extends to this little trip. You tiptoe noiselessly through the vast halls, your eyes scanning every nook and cranny with wary eyes. Finally, you reach the tall doors that lead to your target room. You press an ear on one of them to check for signs of anyone inside, and when you heard nothing, you gingerly push it open, whizzing past the bookshelves to reach the desk.

Finally, you reach the desk where the papers lay, stacked neatly on its corner with a paperweight on top. Lucienne must’ve tidied them up for you. Making a mental note to thank her later, you make a quick grab for them and move to head out.

When you reach D wing, however, you pause at the sound of a pen scribbling on paper. You crouch down, hiding under the nearest desk, straining for any sound that might give you a clue as to who it is. To your horror, Jessamy, the Dream Lord’s raven, lands squarely in front of you, her beady eyes staring at you with curiosity.

Panicking, you gesture to her to keep it down please, but in an act of treachery (or loyalty), she lets out a loud ‘caw,’ alerting whoever is with her of your whereabouts. Cursing under your breath at your rotten luck, your heartbeat thrums in your ears as you wait for the inevitable –

“Hello? Who’s there?”

It’s Lucienne! Fortune must’ve favoured you at the last minute. You crawl out of your hiding place to greet her, beyond relieved that it was her you’re greeting instead of a certain Endless.

“Mera? Oh dear, what are you doing down there?” Lucienne rushes to your side to help you up, as Jessamy flies to perch on the top of one of the bookshelves.

“Hello Lucienne, sorry if I startled you,” Smiling apologetically, you gesture to the papers in your hand. “I just had to get them back…”

She flashes you an exasperated smile, before inviting you to sit with her on the desk she’s working on. “Where have you been for the last few days?” She questions, settling once more on her parchment, writing.

“Uh, I’ve been around. Is he here?”

“If you’re talking about Lord Morpheus, no he’s not,” she replies, raising her eyebrows at the way your shoulders relax. “And don’t think you can evade my question, Mera.”

At her stern gaze, you balk and respond, “I’ve been to the dreams and Fiddler’s Green –”

“Mera, you know very well that Lord Morpheus has told you –”

“Stay here and recover, yes, but I’ve been so bored, Lucienne,” you say with a pleading look. You don’t tell her the other reason why; you figure she doesn’t need to know.

“I understand you’re eager to get back to helping your dreamers, Mera,” she says with a sympathetic expression. “But you know how he can be if his word is disobeyed.”

You offer no response to her comment. Flashes of him cornering you among the bookshelves replay in your head, and you mentally shudder.

“I’m under explicit orders from the Dream Lord to keep you in the palace.”

Mouth agape, you begin to protest but, one look from Lucienne silences you.

“He has ordered your own chamber to be made within the palace, where you are to rest from now on. I suggest you collect your belongings from the staff quarters and transfer them there. I can show you where it is.”

Resigned to your fate, you merely respond, “So I’m under house arrest.”

Lucienne’s sympathetic expression never leaves her face. “Don’t give me that look, Mera. I’m sure Lord Morpheus will be willing to let you go back to work once he has caught all the missing nightmares. There is one that currently keeps eluding him.”

You simply nod, even though you were dreading being in his immediate reach as soon as he returns. You have yet to meet with him since he stole your first kiss, and you’re still unsure what his true intentions are of you after you all but rejected him.

“There’s one more thing. Jessamy will watch over you from time to time.”

At that point, you let an aggravated groan, while Jessamy ruffles her feathers in seeming indignance.

***

The staff quarter wing is almost always empty, and the rooms were small and bare. Most of the dreams and nightmares recuperate elsewhere, and you can’t blame them for it – while the rooms were more than adequate for the rest your kind take, nothing could compare to the sprawling views that other places in the Dreaming can offer. Entering the room you’re assigned to, you’re followed by Jessamy, flying in low and settling on the bed’s headboard with a single, soft ‘caw.’

“I’m sorry about, you know, back in the library,” you say. “No hard feelings?”

As if accepting your apology, she caws again, this time a little louder.

Giving her a wan smile, you start scanning the room for anything you can bring with you. You don’t have many possessions, anyway – save a few clothes and a book to which you usually bind your notes, there isn’t much to collect. Together, you and Jessamy make your way back to the main hall, where Lucienne was waiting. Wordlessly, she beckons you to follow, and, climbing through the grand marble staircase where the suites are, she leads you to a floor high up in the palace – the floor which you recognize is where the Dream Lord’s chambers are located. Even as a wave of nausea hits you at this knowledge, you walk on, concentrating on the sound of Lucienne’s heels on marble and the flapping of Jessamy’s wings.

“This is where you are. Down that hall to your right. You’ll find everything you need in there, but Lord Morpheus also assigned you a lady-in-waiting should you want anything. She’ll be available tomorrow.”

“Wait, but I don’t need one…”

“Dream Lord’s orders, I’m afraid.”

You nod tiredly in acquiescence. “Thank you, Lucienne. I just wish I was back at work, you know.”

“You will be, soon,” she says in a reassuring tone. “For now, try indulging him. You gave him quite the scare after the demon attack, even if he didn’t show it outwardly. Good night, Mera.”

And with that, she marches off to the hall before going out of sight.

Sighing inwardly, you head off to the end of the hallway where you reach an ornate double door with brass handles. Pushing it open, you couldn’t help the gasp that comes out of you.

The room, after all, simply took your breath away.

The circular room is enormous and sparse of décor, save for the chaise lounge upholstered with rich velvet, and the towering four-poster bed at the center adorned in dark silken drapes. The room’s source of light, aside from the rich moonlight shining through the tall glass windows, are millions of glittering stars painted on the ceiling, forming constellations and galaxies, all twinkling and swirling as if they were plucked straight from the very blanket of the universe. To your left is a door, left ajar, leading to a balcony that you’re sure is overlooking one of the best views of the Realm the palace can offer.

And yet, as you sit on the edge of the chaise, with all the beauty surrounding you, you’re left with a staggering feeling of foreboding – deep down, your heart knows that all this grandeur comes with a price you know you can’t very well pay.

Jessamy lands on the railing at the foot of the bed, cawing, before flying off out to the balcony and vanishing into the night.

Emotionally exhausted and pointedly avoiding the massive bed, you curl up on the sofa and drift off to sweet oblivion.

*** 

Get up, sleepyhead.

Piss off, you bite back at the false saccharin tone of the Voice, now widely awake on the bed you didn’t fall asleep on last night. Throwing off the silk blanket, you leap to your feet and out of the bed, dizzying yourself in the process. A soft ‘caw’ alerted you to the presence of Jessamy perched on the chaise lounge, except there is something else draped over the couch.

You tentatively approach the thing like it was a bomb about to go off. Upon closer inspection, you make it out as a silk ruby-red dress, and on it a note:

To my little dream

You back away, hyperventilating, the bed breaking your fall. Who else would leave a dress of that colour and call you ‘their’ little dream?

A knock on the door makes your heart skip a beat.

“Who’s there?” You call out, dreading the response.

From the other side, a tiny voice squeaks, “M’lady? Are you awake? May I come in?”

Still breathless from the rush, you call out ‘yes,’ after which the door creaks open, and in comes a wispy-looking young woman carrying what looks like a bunch of towels.

“I’m Morwyn, m’lady, and I was assigned to you. You can call me for whatever you need from now on.” She gives you a shy, toothy smile which you return with your own.

“What’s with that?”

“With what, m'lady?” She questions curiously.

“The title. You can…well, my name is Mera – I’m just like you, you know…” You trail off, giving her a teasing smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Oh, but I can’t! The Dream Lord would never allow it, m'lady.”

“Screw what he thinks,” you mutter under your breath. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to hear it.

“Well, I came to draw you a bath, m'lady,” she says, walking over to the chaise where the dress is. “Is this what you’ll be wearing? It’s a lovely choice.”

“What? No. I can’t wear that,” you remark.

“But,” she starts, her face scrunching in confused panic. “It’s a gift! It will be rude not to…not that I’m implying anything –”

“Relax, Morwyn, please.” Giggling, you reassure her that you’ll wear it, but only to appease her. She visibly eases her tense posture before excusing herself to the door on the corner leading to the bathroom.

It’s going to be a long day, you think to yourself.

***

The dress was only the first of a string of gifts you’d be waking up to for the following days. They always came with the same note, the same piece of paper that seemed to hand down your sentence in the most subtle of ways. You wanted to ignore them, but under Jessamy’s watchful eyes, doing so would only earn the gift giver’s displeasure. So, whatever you find lying on the chaise lounge in the morning, you grit your teeth and wear them, even if they make you feel like branded cattle. You never had a taste for material objects, and you’re sure that’s not about to change, no matter how fancy the gift is.

What he couldn’t control, however, were your illicit visits to your dreamers. You’ve been sneaking in and out whenever you can just so you could alleviate the boredom; you know very well you couldn’t sit idly around the palace all day, waiting for an Endless that may or may not come. And you’ve been productive, too, even with lesser time on your hands. You know Lucienne was aware of it, judging by the way her eyebrow would be raised when you come into her view from one of the bookshelves, you’d just shrug it off and smile innocently as she shakes her head and rolls her eyes in exasperation.

After one of your little trips, you decide to take a stroll to the town square. Jessamy or not, at the very least, you had the right to enjoy the wonders of the realm that you love so dearly. For once, it felt like you were back to being the normal dream you always were. You get a bag of chocolate-filled croissants from the corner bakery before your eyes land on the flower shop – and the baskets upon baskets of pretty little red flowers on long stalks you’ve seen growing in the lush gardens in the palace. Oddly enough, that was the only flower they have on display.

Curiously trotting over to the shop, you peer inside to check if they have any other flowers, thinking you might just get some for your room to liven it up a bit during the day.

The florist greets you jovially with a tip of his hat, saying, “Good day, lovely miss! What can I get ya?”

You give him a bright smile in greeting before asking, “Hello, my good sir. Do you happen to have any other kinds of flowers at the back? Something I could use to…brighten the mood in my room a little.”

He shakes his head sadly. “So sorry, miss, but these flowers are all that grow in the kingdom lately, although a few gardeners in the kingdom are cultivating other variants. Harvest comes in a few weeks. I could save some for ya, then.”

“That’d be wonderful. Thank you!”

You walk out of the store, perplexed. How could the kingdom run out of other flowers, and the realm of an Endless, no less?

***

The Endless in question is somewhere deep in his own kingdom, in the lands long forgotten and abandoned by his subjects and his dreamers. He had received intelligence of unaccounted-for beings lurking in these barren terrains which didn’t sit well with him – the last time he had creatures of unknown origins enter his realm without his knowledge, he almost lost the Dreaming, his rule almost overthrown. If these rumors proved true, it was his duty as the monarch to drive them out before they become an unstoppable threat.

That doesn’t mean he couldn’t watch over you through the eyes of his loyal raven.

With the very little free time he had in his hands, he had been closely shadowing you with the help of Jessamy, making sure you were kept from harm's way in his absence. He had been diligent in his quest to draw you closer to him. He was quite proud of the palace chambers he constructed; the way he saw your face light up at the sight of it gave him such a rush, he couldn’t help but go back to the palace and tuck you under the bed covers himself. It had taken all of his strength to pull away from you, but he had to be content with a single chaste peck on your lips, and a soft caress of his fingers on your cheek. Perhaps it was the kiss that had inspired him; for with a stroke of genius, he conjured a dress he had fantasized you wearing, leaving a little note he was sure you’d find. He made sure the dress matched the ruby you wore on your head – his insignia, his mark – he was quite proud of himself with his handiwork, for it was only you in his kingdom, save himself, that sported the jewel: a silent declaration that there was no one else you belonged to. He’d do anything to see your eyes light up like that again, and so with those little gifts he started leaving in your room, he chased that high – only to be a tad disappointed that you seemed to find them wanting. No matter: he has more than enough time to uncover your heart’s desires once he returns.

Channeling Jessamy’s vision, he scans the surroundings for you – you were in the town square, strolling, wearing the jewel-crusted auburn robe he had left for you that morning. You were wrapped in it so elegantly, exposing the delicate skin on your neck and collar bones. He couldn’t help but grin, recalling how he was so close to marking that soft flesh with his lips, had he not been interrupted that day in the library. 

If there was one thing he has learned about you so far, it was that little defiant streak in you, manifested by those surreptitious little visits you made to your choice of dreamers. Although these trips had him worried for your wellbeing, he had to admit that this previously undiscovered part of you he found rather enticing. Only time will tell what other facets of you he can bare – and he has an eternity of it.

Breaking off the connection with his familiar and acting on impulse, he transports himself stealthily back to the palace, deciding to leave one more gift before he continues his journey.

***

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen those flowers in abundance, but its name had escaped you, and you had always forgotten to look them up in the library. You’re beyond curious now, and although you had learned how this feeling seemed to always lead you to trouble, it couldn’t hurt, could it? It was no big deal, after all – just a harmless little flower.

The library is empty, you discover. Lucienne might have run on a quick errand, so you have the library all to yourself for now. You head to your favorite reading spot, intending to leave the bag of pastries on the coffee table.

Once you get there, however, the bag drops from your hand, and the once-quiet library begins echoing with ungodly screams coming from your head. Covering your ears in the stinging pain, your eyes try to scan the immediate area for what the Voice was screaming about.

There, laying innocently on the couch you loved is a bouquet of the very same flowers you had intended to research, wrapped in a neat ruby-red bow.

On the library floor, you wait on your fours for the screaming to stop, bewildered at its reaction to a seemingly innocent bunch of blooms. You get up, practically running, in frantic search of those flowers, anything that could help you pinpoint the meaning behind their appearance.

You find it in one of your dreamers' books: ‘A Florist’s Folio of Fabulous Florals’ by Ferdinand Fink. There, beside a pretty painting of the crimson bloom, read:

Scarlet sage

Scientific name: Salvia splendens

Symbolism: The red-blooming Salvia flower is traditionally associated with love and romance; “forever mine”

And like a red-hot coal, you drop the book, watching as its pages close shut before landing on the carpeted floor with a muffled thud.

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Author notes:

Thank you, THANK YOU for reading!!

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Thank you to my queen @queenshelby @endlessdreamqueen3 for encouraging me to pen this, as well as to my fellow Dark!Morpheus writers whose work I have thoroughly enjoyed and keep rereading :)

Post date: 11/13/22

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TGCF pokemon teams: made x

Xianle Quartet version

Xie Lian

Absol:

Pretty self explanatory. Absol is the Bad Luck pokemon and appears before disasters. No doubt XL encounters a lot of them. Absol would also keep an eye out for BWX.

Calyrex: a pokemon who used to be a king but has lost everything, even his friends...sound familiar? Also it can make plants grow and I love the unused Flower God!XL concept. Also I think XL deserves a legendary.

Hisuian Liligant: an elegant fighter and a beautiful flower. Revered in ancient times but almost forgotten in the modern era. Also I see H!Liligant as very nice and polite.

Mienshao: an unarmed fighter that fights with "ribbons" that remind me of Ruoye. Mienfoo are also mentioned to seclude themselves in the mountains to train.

Garbodor: our favourite trash collector needed a trash pokemon, okay? But also a joking reference to his terrible cooking lmao. (I think Garbodor could eat XL's cooking like HC can, but that's the same as calling it garbage lmao)

Dusclops: THIS is Ruoye. It wraps and binds people in the cloth bandages hanging off of it. It does hold a Reaper Cloth but XL hasn't been able to find someone to help it evolve.

Liligant, Calyrex and Mienshao have been on the team the longest. I think the newest member is Garbodor, but he has had several other pokemon over his lifetime that he lost due to his luck.

Hua Cheng

Ceruledge: allow me to quote the pokemon Scarlet Dex Entry "The fiery blades on its arms burn fiercely with the lingering resentment of a sword wielder who fell before accomplishing their goal." That's honestly enough for me, but also, wartime!HongHong-Er having a Charcadet and also it's a ghost/fire type lmao.

Inteleon: Inteleon can learn Rain Dance. But also the transition from a bullied kid to an emo teen and finally a cool and suave (seeming) adult who still has signs of being that scared kid at heart?

Houndoom: HC needed a dog. Also the fact that just HEARING Houndoom's howl can send people fleeing in terror and the burns hurting FOREVER. (Reminds me a bit of E-Ming's curse, though not perfect)

Absol: Pokemon believed to cause disasters and hated for it, even though it was innocent and was actually trying to warn them... Also Absol has red eyes! Unlike XL's Absol, HC's has Super Luck!

Honchkrow: Murkrow are supposed to bring bad luck but Honchkrow are the bosses of Murkrow and said to be merciless towards them, much how HC is with Ghost City.

Honedge (Shiny): E-Ming! The shiny form has red eyes on its hilt and the blade seems forged in blood. It's literally a cursed sword with red eyes.

I would say that Inteleon and Ceruledge and MAYBE Honchkrow are the only pokemon he has from when he was alive, though none of them were fully evolved (Inteleon was a Drizzile). Ceruledge evolved first.

Feng Xin

Hisuian Decidueye: hisuian Decidueye is based on a ronin. He's an archer wandering the earth without a master.

Mabostiff: Mabostiff are LITERALLY the Guard dog pokemon!! Of course our favourite bodyguard has to have one! Also supposedly has a "scary face" like our grumpy boy

Lucario: Protective and loyal and I've now seen several people say that FX is good at tracking and I would say Lucario is perfect for trying to track someone (aka: XL) by their aura.

Espeon: Loyal but also the Sun Pokemon! FX is the "Southern Sun" after all! I also have a headcanon about FX having a spoiled cat and I think Espeon is the most similar to the cat I have for him

Zangoose: Obviously a reference to his fighting with Mu Qing. (I also think Zangoose has Toxic Boost rather than Immunity. Because FX isn't immune to MQ's words and actions, just angered by them, ergo: Toxic Boost)

Male Pyroar: It's a noble and intimidating pokemon and I would consider them a very masculine pokemon that would suit his title quite well and also...since it's revealed that Pyroar do have similar social structures to real lions... Males have nothing to do with child rearing I'm so sorry FX I'm sure you'd be a good dad if given the chance idk if I'll give Jian Lan a team but a female Pyroar would definitely be on it.

Most of his teammates have been around for a long time. Decidueye didn't fully evolve until he ascended on his own, and I would say Lucario and Espeon are the newest members. But his "starter" was probably Litleo, and he got Maschiff when he became XL's bodyguard when he was 14.

Mu Qing

Umbreon (Shiny): counterpart to FX'S Espeon, and I think it fits "Enigmatic Truth" almost as well as Espeon suits "Southern Sun". MQ's is shiny mostly because I feel the blue rings suit him better lmao. Also MQ deserves something special dammit!

Seviper: Rivals FX's Zangoose. The poison typing brings to mind his own toxicity (🤟) and the bladed tail reminds me of his Zhanmadao and Seviper is just a bit longer than most Zhanmadao are.

Persian: Considered beautiful and elegant but fickle, just like our boy!

Leavanny: Leavanny reminds me of the fact that his mother was a seamstress. But also: they are kind to children (but can also learn Sword's Dance and have wicked bladed arms) Mama's boy cannot forget her.

Midday Lycanroc: Cautious and extremely loyal to those who treated them well. Considered Dusk Form considering how hot headed MQ is, but slightly prefer the Midday form for him because it emphasizes the loyalty while Dusk is notably difficult to raise I also headcanon him with a yellow coloured dog so midday suits that better

Empoleon: Proud in all evolutions, but still live in groups as Piplup and Empoleon, though solitary as Prinplup. Sounds like pushing people away and then realizing that you wanted them in your life after all.

While he doesn't keep it with him, he also has a Male Indeedee who has been with him since his servant days. He mostly stays in his Palace and manages things. MQ doesn't like to be reminded of those days, but it did introduce him to his friends.

The oldest teammate is Leavanny by quite a bit. Leavanny was with him before he went to Mount Taicang (though maybe not fully evolved) Lycanroc is the newest member, but I don't think Empoleon is fully evolved until he reconciles with XL and FX.

Random Things Dr. Cimmerian Said Asleep

Dr. Cimmerian is, first, typically a ray of sunshine. Second, he has a bad habit of dozing off while reviewing reports. And drooling on a few here and there. He does say some weird shit while asleep, I blame the copious amounts of coffee everybody consumes. Once more, without context!

"Peaches? With long pork? Pushing the boundaries of fine cannibal dining I see, Ferdinand. I'd suggest some shiraz or a nice zinfandel."

"Yoshi! Put down that D-Class right this instant! He's a very boring serial killer. The nice Chaos Insurgency guy next to him would taste better, not that we condone a humanitarian diet here."

"Dyo, honestly... the crinoline is outdated with good reason, namely it's too damned impractical. Stick to corsetry."

"Eighty kilos of gunpowder, twenty kilos of iron nails, a further twenty kilos of roofing tar? In her skirts? I've heard people say 'If I'm going to die, you're coming with me!' before, but... that's hard-core. No wonder they stopped burning witches after that. Woman was a massive legend, but not a witch. A REAL witch wouldn't need all that to make burning her a bad idea."

"Clef... your ex... Woman has an entire magazine warehouse of issues. And you put your junk in the crazy. Never. Sleep. With. The. Crazy."

"Dad? Why is the beer growing mushrooms?"

"AAAAAHHH! WHO THE UNHOLY HELLS GAVE 096 A FUCKING CLOWN SUIT!"

"Put down the cake knife and walk away, Dr. Bright. You knew when you asked Mabel for German chocolate what you're in for. Besides, you could just hit her with her own terrible cake. Not that O5 would condone that, of course."

"Uh... Ben? Is it me, or are the daisies staring us down?"

"We actually nailed jello to a tree once. Clef bet Kondraki $200 he could figure out how it's done. Benny almost ate his sword over that one. Turns out you can do it, provided you simply nail the unopened box to the tree."

"Cain, can you locate in the notes where anyone asked Dr. Matthieu for his opinion?" A pause. "Nowhere? Huh. As I thought. Thank you."

"Whomever said you couldn't herd cats never was at my Aunt Martha's house. All she had to do to herd cats was just touch the food bag, and every cat in her house came running."

"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO FEED THAT POOR IDIOT TO 682? He's going to get an upset stomach."

"Uh... Agent Dimitriov? I think you might have forgotten part of your uniform. Aren't your knees cold?"

"Are you sure we can't just yeet him out of the airlock when no one's looking? Yes, I know the spaceship is on Earth still, but it's far enough off the ground for terminal velocity to become a factor. Just push him out of the vent."

"You hit the Scarlet King in the junk, with a hammer? And survived? Okay, Abel... I take it back. You're not just a Semetic badass, you're THE Semetic Badass."

"How? How in the hells did you manage to shoot yourself in the back with no one else around you in a sealed room? The fuck you mean, 'The Invisible Man has a gun?' Admit it, you had someone shoot you to get out of Peanut-sitting again, didn't you?"

"Coffee. Extra large, heavy on the cream and sugar. No, larger than that. Larger." A pause. "What do you mean, you don't sell by the gallon?"

"Dr. Gears. This is the SCP Foundation. Sarcasm and pessimism are practically survival mechanisms here. Give the kid a pass."

"NOOOO! COME ON, WHAT THE BLUE FUCK DID OREGON DO TO DESERVE LENNY? YOU UTTER BASTARDS!" In the middle of a meeting with the Ethics Committee, eyebrows were raised, and coffee spilled.

"Run."

"I, too, would rather be under the sea, in an octopuses garden in the shade. You thinking what I'm thinking, my dive brother? Right. Let's leave these landlubbers and go hang with the fishes."

"Funny, 035. First, we can't KEEP you dressed, now you're out here looking like a weird ass male version of Rogue from the X-Men. Malicious compliance is acceptable, I suppose."

"You keep making poultry explode, Alto. Perhaps your charming assistant should give you cooking lessons?"

"WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE?!? AGAIN?"

"Screw the files! Don't let 999 burn! That little blob of joy is my only reason to live."

"That's it. Get me a team of ten really strong D-Class, a case of 100 mph tape, a tranquilizer gun fully loaded, the electric purple snow leopard furry suit in lost and found, and a camera. Let this be the last time anyone sees Bright butt in public."

"I'm not above blackmail and we both know it. Gimme. The. Pie."

"Simon? I think this might be above my skill level. Can you please get Dr. King to calm down?"

"I can't believe Agatha talked him into a mankini. Didn't need photo evidence though."

"WHO THE HELLS TAUGHT THE KETCHUP PUPPIES TO 'FETCH THE LEG'? Max? That's... honestly impressive. Pity about that guy from MC&D, though. He did have it coming, to be honest."

"You ran... the Bible... through the Clockworks? On "Very Fine". And, got basically over a thousand pages of 'Try not to be an asshole, mmmmkay?'. Experiment inconclusive. Run the 'Communist Manesfesto' through next, my accountant is curious."

"Why are you here? Basically, 343 likes a joke as much as the next person. Oh. You meant why are you in the Femur Breaker? Well, we gotta get 106 back in containment somehow. That's where you come in. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about this, you seem like a lovely fellow."

"They're just firing arrows at us. You have an SMG, shoot them back. Some MTF agent you are."

"He's dating THAT? I've seen less silicone in a RealDoll. And, better fashion sense, for that matter."

"Wait... hold the phone, Abel. You're older than Jesus, but never had a cannoli? Rabbit, my girl, this will not stand. Cannoli the man!" A brief pause. "I KNOW, RIGHT? Whomever invented the cannoli deserves a sainthood."

"Primitive and outdated concept on a crutch!" Preceded by a thump.

"New Bright List entry: 'Dr. Bright is no longer allowed to access the Cursed Clown Nose of Improbability under any circumstances. No, not even to prevent an XK Class Scenario.' Noted. This item #857, or 858? I lost track."

"WHAT kind of butter? Oh. I thought you said something altogether more horrifying."

"JULIAN, YOU ABSOLUTE WALNUT! You forgot Quinn's birthday. Of COURSE you're in trouble for it. I got you covered though. They're still into lemons and tea, right? You're golden. Lemon blossom tea set, courtesy of the fine folks of Etsy. Pay me back on Friday."

(If your still looking for Hisoka x Chrollo prompts? if not, feel free to ignore)

Teifling Hisoka x Bandit Chrollo

Kitsune Hisoka x hunter Chrollo

Prisoner Hisoka x King Chrollo

love your work!

The Emperor and the Fool - Part 1

The heavy iron bars encasing the dungeon cell squeak open. The fanfare of the rolling crank amuses him. The loud, echoing clank of metal on metal signifies to this entire ward that he belongs here; he couldn't be contained with mere earth and shackles like all the others.

"Up."

The skinny guard with the bloodstained eyes is not to be trifled with. He is the only guard allowed watch over Hisoka. It's those damnable, magick-eating rings laid on his fingers - they become chains, locking Hisoka and his powers here beneath the ground.

No matter. Hisoka smiles as he drags himself to his feet.

It's Judgement Day in Yorkshinshire Proper, and King Chrollo Lucilfer sits idly on his throne, awaiting the picks of the day. He's been named Chrollo the Cruel for this exercise, along with the merciless efficiency with which he usurped this kingdom, but he knows, in his heart, it is just. For what is a swift execution but a merciful reprieve from bland existence? Besides, he has need to clean out his dungeons to restock his waning staff and troops.

Several unfit scoundrels are cast before him: beggars, grifters, thieves. Some, he releases as a mercy, to show goodwill towards the thanklessly starved. Others, he sends to the hangman's gallows for the lack of their spine and tact.

Halfway through the day, he's growing bored, and frankly disheartened by how little fruit the dungeon's earth has borne. He will take one more prisoner, exactly one. Let him be of good merit, or someone who unequivocally deserves to be hanged.

Sir Kurapika of Clan Kurta saunters forth, tossing the vagrant down to his knees in chains. Chrollo sits up in his seat, mildly interested. The prisoner is hooded, shackled from mouth to ankle, and yet maintains his poise.

Sir Kurta kneels before His Highness, burning scarlet eyes cast low. This mongrel he has tossed at his King's feet is a personal vindication. He would gladly see his body at the end of the rope, lifeless. He is a scourge upon society, a monstrosity that ought to be put down.

Kurapika waits to be summoned. King Chrollo Lucilfer the Cruel taps his finger to his lip in contemplation before he speaks.

"Sir Kurta. Who is this prisoner brought before me?"

Kurapika summons all the volume his chest will allow.

"Your Grace, I submit before you Hisoka the Magician!"

The assembled crowd erupts in a flurry of jeers and applause in near equal measure. This is the most unruly they've grown all day. How interesting...

"And what are the alleged crimes, Good Sir?"

Kurapika's seething hatred carries his voice easily over the crowd and up to the throne.

"Ten counts of treason, four counts of malicious intent, innumerable accounts of dealing in forbidden use of magic..."

Oh, Chrollo is definitely interested, now.

"... And twenty two counts of murder!"

The crowd breaks into an uproarious cacophony. Pots and pans are banged and shattered, children scream and violent men roar for justice.

Sir Feitan of House Portor draws his blade, beseeching the crowd to tame themselves.

They fall not quite to silence, but a dull enough murmur that Chrollo can finally hear his own breath.

"Unmask the prisoner, Sir Kurta."

Kurapika's jaw tenses as he stands before his king.

"Yes, Your Grace."

His body resists every step as he approaches his captive. This ingrate is the cunning, evasive sort. Every moment in close proximity is another dance with the devil himself. Sir Kurta clenches his fist, tightening the chains that bind this monster as a needed precaution.

As the thick leather hide crumples in his palm and is torn away to reveal a despicable face, Kurapika keeps one eye on the prisoner and one on his King. To his horror, King Chrollo stands, addressing him again.

"Ungag the Magician, Sir Kurta. Allow him to answer freely for his crimes."

Kurapika has no intention of getting any closer to those razor sharp teeth than absolutely necessary. He stands above Hisoka, yanking the leather from his lips with one of the smaller chains and immediately binding his head back in the same breath, forcing his gaze up at Chrollo.

The prisoner almost appears... Serene? Even amused at the rough handling. With a smirk on his face and a barely contained chuckle he arches even further back, glancing up at poor Sir Kurta.

"Twenty three, darling."

Kurapika grits his teeth until they crack, pulling the chains ever tighter.

"What did you say to me, peasant?"

Hisoka lets out a sound close to a moan, only proving his demonic nature.

"Twenty three counts of murder. I killed your cook this morning, before you were awake."

Kurapika sneers, the chains growing hot with his wrath.

"Liar..."

Now, Hisoka does chuckle, straightening his back to look King Chrollo in the eyes.

His warm gaze catches the King's breath for one heartbeat, then two. So peaceful under such gruelling conditions; almost flirtatious, as if silently inviting the king to reach his hand out to be scorched. Chrollo's voice comes out low and resolute, speaking directly to Hisoka.

"What have you to say in defense of yourself, mage?"

Hisoka licks his parched lips, all but drinking the frigid soul from those deep gray eyes.

"That my reputation proceeds me, Your Grace. Guilty, on every charge."

Stunned, and more than impressed by the brazen will of the man below him, Chrollo inquires further.

"You say you are truly a magician, then, and not a simpleton accused?"

Though Chrollo knows it is unlikely to find another true magick user in this part of the world, his curiosity and his guard's obvious cautiousness won't allow him to relent. He listens intently as the prisoner speaks.

"Oh, my dearest King, I would assure you, there is nothing simple about me."

Characters/Personagens

Characters that I write about. This list can update from time to time.

Personagens que eu escrevo, a lista pode atualizar de vez em quando.

Fandom List/Lista de Fandom

Request rules and blog rules/ Regras de pedidos e regras do blog

Playlist

Animation/Animação

Castelvania

Alucard Carmilla Drácula Hector Isaac Sypha Belnades Trevor Belmont

Anime/Manga

Boku no Hero Academia

Atsuhiro Sako/ Mr. Compress Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye Nemuri Kayama/Midnight Rumi  Usagiyama/Mirko Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King

Bungou Stray Dogs

Akiko Yosano Ango Sakaguchi Arthur Rimbaud Chuya Nakahara Doppo Kunikida Edgar Alan Poe F. Scott Fitzgerald Fyodor Dostoevsky Howard Lovecraft Ivan Goncharov Katai Tayama Koyo Ozaki Louisa May Alcott Mark Twain Nathaniel Hawthorne Nikolai Gogol Osamu Dazai Ranpo Edogawa Sakunosuke Oda Sigma T.J. Eckleburg Tatsuhiko Shibusawa

Death Note

L Light Yagami Misa Amane Naomi Misora Raye Penber Touta Matsuda

Haikyuu

Asahi Azumane (Time Skip) Daichi Sawamura (Time Skip) Ittetsu Takeda Keishin Ukai Manabu Naoi Taoki Anabara

 Hellsing

Alucard Seras Victoria Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

Hunter X Hunter

Chrollo Lucifer Franklin Bordeau Feitan Portor Illumi Zoldyck Jed Kastro Kite Knov Kurapika Kurta Leorio Paradinight Machi Komacine Omokage Pakunoda Pariston Hill Phinks Magcub Sadaso Sedokan Shaiapouf Shalnark Shizuku Murasaki Shura Uvogin Wing

JoJo's Bizarre Advetures  

Part 1

Bruford Dio Brando Erina Pendleton Jonathan Joestar Robert E.O. Speedwagon Straizo

Part 2

Caesar A. Zeppeli Esidisi Joseph Joestar Kars Lisa Lisa Suzi Q. Wammu

 Part 3

DIO Hol Horse Holy Kujo Jean Pierre Polnareff Mariah Muhammad Avdol Steely Dan Telence T. D’ Arby  

Part 4

Akira Otoishi Jotaro Kujo Kira Yoshikage Mikitaka Hazekura Rohan Kishibe Shinobu Kawajiri Terunosuke Miyamoto Tomoko Higashikata Tonio Trussardi

Part 5

Bruno Bucciarati Diavolo Formaggio Ghiaccio Guido Mista Illuso Leone Abbachio Melone Prosciutto Risotto Nero Scolippi Vinegar Doppio

Part 6

Enrico Pucci Ermes Costello Gwess Johngalli A. Jolyne Kujo Narciso Anasui Weather Report

Naruto

Asuma Sarutobi Chojuro Deidara Ebisu Genma Shiranui Hidan Iruka Umino Kabuto Yakushi Kakashi Hatake Kimimaru  Konan Mizuki Naruto Uzumaki  (Boruto Era) Orochimaru Sasuke Uchiha Tsunade Zetsu

Sailor Moon

Souichi Tomoe

Shingeki no Kyojin

Armin Arlet Bertholdt  Hoover Erwin Smith Hange Zoë Jean Kirschtein Levi Ackerman Marco Bodt Miche”Mike” Zacharius Sasha Braus 

Soul Eater

Franken Stein

Books/Livros

Carmilla

Carmilla

Drácula

Count  Drácula Jonathan Harker  Lucy Westenra Mina Harker

Frankstein

Victor Frankstein

Fallen Saga

Ariane Alter Cameron Briel Daniel Grigori Roland Sparks

The Phantom of The Opera

Christine Daaé

Erik

Visconde Raoul de Chagny

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Basil Hallward

Dorian Gray

The Scarlet Letter

Arthur Dimmesdale

Hester Prynne

The Strange Case of Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde

Beatrix Emery

Dr. Henry Jekyll

Edward Hyde

Twilight Saga

Alice Cullen

Caius

Dr. Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Comics/ HQ

DC Universe

Bane Bruce Wayne/ The Batman Clark Kent/ Superman Corinthian Death Desire Dick Grayson/ Nightwing Edward Nygma/ Nashton/ Riddler Harleen Quinzel/ Harley Quinn Jason Todd/ Red Hood Jervis Tetch/  Mad Hatter Johanna Constantine John Constantine Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow Kate Kane/ Batwoman Koriand’r/ Starfire Lucifer Morningstar Morpheus/ Dream Oswald Cobblepot/ Penguin Pamela Isley/ Poison Ivy Selina Kyle/ Catwoman Victor Fries/ Mr.Freeze Zatanna Zatara  

Marvel Comics Universe

Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier Bruce Banner/ Hulk Carol Danvers/Capitan Marvel Charles Xavier/ Professor Xavier Clint Barton/ Hawkeye Durig Eddie Brock Elektra Eric Brooks/ Blade Erik Killmonger Erik Magnus/ Magneto Gamora Hella Odinsdottir Jake/Steven/Mark Grant/Moon Knight Jane Foster/Lady Thor Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk Kang Karen Page Kate Bishop/Hawkeye Kürt Wagner/ Nightcrawler Layla El-Faouly Logan/ Wolverine Loki Laufeyson Makkari Mantis Matt Murdock/ Daredevil Maya Lopez/ Echo Monica Rambeau / Spectrum Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow Neena Thurman/ Domino Ororo Munroe/ Storm Peter Parker/Spider-man Peter Parker/Spider- Noir Peter Quill Pietro Maximoff Raven Darkholme/ Mystique Remy LeBieau/ Gambit Sam Wilson/ Capitain America Scott Lang/ Ant-Man Shang-Chi Steve Rogers/ Capitan America Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange Sylvie Laufeydottir Thena Thor Odinson Tony Stark / Iron-man Valkyrie Venom Vision Wanda Maximoff/ Scarlet Witch Wade Wilson/ Deadpool  

Movies/Filmes

Bram Stoker's Drácula

Count Dracula Jonathan Harker Lucy Westenra Mina Harker  

Scream

Ghostface Sidney Prescot

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

Greta Evans

The Phantom of the Opera

Christine Daaé Erik Visconde Raoul de Chagny

 Underworld

Amelia

Karven

Lucian

Scott Speedman

Selene

Van Helsing

Anna Valerious Aleera Count Drácula Gabriel Van Helsing  

Series

Doctor Who

Doctor (9th-12th ) Rose Tyler

Midnight Mass

Erin Greene Father Paul Hill Riley Flynn Sheriff Hassan

Sherlock (BBC)

James Moriarty John Watson Mary Morstan Sherlock Holmes

Supernatural

Arcanjo Gabriel Castiel Charlie Bradbury Crowley Dean Winchester Lucifer Sam Winchester

The Boys

Annie January/ Starlight Billy Butcher Earving/Black Noir Frenchie/Serge Hughie Campbell Kimiko Margaret Shaw/Queen Maeve Mother’s Milk/ MM 

Tumblr Sexyman

You can ask me any Tumblr sexy Person

Video Games

Detroit Become Human

Connor Gavin Reed Hank Anderson Kara Luther Markus RK900  

Five Nights At Freddy's

Phone Guy

Purple Guy

Genshin Impact

Albedo Arataki Itto Baizhu Beidou Capitano Cyno Diluc Dottore Eula Jean Kaeya Kamisato Ayato Kequing Kujou Sara Lisa Ningguang Pantalone Rosaria Sangonomiya Kokomi Shenhe Shogun Raiden Tartaglia Tighnari Thoma Xiao Yae Miko Yelan Zhongli

John Doe

John Doe

Persona 5 Royal

Dr. Takuto Maruki Goro Akechi

Resident Evil

Ada Wong Alcina Dimitrescu Carlos Oliveira Karl Heisenberg Leon S. Kennedy

Twisted Wonderland

Carter Diamond Dire Crowley Divus Crewel Idia Shroud Leona Kingscholar Rook Hunt Sam Trey Clover Vil Shoenheit

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Músicas de 2022

❤turma da mônica - samba do fruto proibido

❤SALES - pope is a rockstar

❤avril lavigne - innocence

❤creamy - do you think i'm pretty

❤man overboard - how to hide your feelings

❤denzel curry, gizzle, bren joy (arcane) - dynasties & dystopia

❤miyavi & PVRIS(arcane) - snake

❤hoobastank - crawling in the dark

❤zion and lennox ft daddy yankee - yo voy

❤PVRIS - monster

❤the kid laroi ft justin bieber - stay

❤4*town - U know what's up

❤ALEXANDROS - mosquito bites

❤bleach live action movie OST by yutaka yamada - main theme

❤willow smith - transparent soul

❤fito blanko - pegadito suavecito

❤eddy lover - rueda, rueda

❤daddy yankee - ¿qué tengo que hacer?

❤daddy yankee - la despedida

❤hoobastank - inside of you + (acoustic version)

❤AFI - girl's not grey

❤story of the year - and the hero will drown

❤story of the year - the antidote

❤patrick & jay chou - try

❤Big Bang feat 2ne1 (spanish cover by piyo, lena, Ktimer & seba dupont - lollipop

❤one ok rock - smiling down

❤miss papaya - hero

❤miss papaya - cinderella

❤our last night (cover) - maps

❤bentley jones - so much more

❤supershigi - zombies on your lawn

❤zebrahead - down without a fight

❤zebrahead - if you're looking for your knife...i think my back found it

❤siouxxie - ketamine

❤ali tabatabaee & matty lewis - his world (solaris phase 2 mashup)

❤trindad cardona - love me back (sped up)

❤dj gollum ft scarlet - poison

❤PUBLIC - one that i want

❤alexis Jordan - lovemist

❤perlla - totalmente demais

❤bubbles - my boyfriend

❤rita ora - poison

❤eyedress - something about you

❤macaco - toc toc

❤bray me - grace

❤bray me - kakurenbo

❤bloc party - i still remember + (instrumental version)

❤bloc party - song for clay (dissapear here) + (instrumental version)

❤bloc party - waiting for the 7.18

❤bloc party - vision of heaven

❤bloc party - the once and future king

❤vintage - kogda ryadom ty

❤my darkest days - move your body

❤my darkest days - set it on fire

❤WRLD (feat savo) - hang up

❤dragon hunters OST - opening

❤anitta - envolver

❤barbie diaries(skye sweetnam) - this is me

❤barbie - barbie 12 dancing princesses theme

❤big time rush - elevate

❤archers(cover) - levitating

❤03 greedo - substance (nightcore)

❤beach boys - california dreamin'

❤HIGH and MIGHTY - pride

❤HIGH and MIGHTY - hibana

❤pony pony run run - 1997 (she said it's alright)

❤kelly clarkson - you found me

❤statechampsNY(cover) - stitches

❤issues(cover) - boyfriend

❤remi wolf - michael

❤bloc party - little thoughts

❤bloc party - storm and stress

❤cécile corbel - our house below

❤cécile corbel - the wild waltz

❤bloc party - we are not good people

❤bloc party - V.A.L.I.S

❤jax jones - you don't know me

❤Ckay - love nwantiti

❤CHICO - raspeberry monster

❤tom speight - heartshaker

❤betta lemme - bambola

❤stromae - papaoutei

❤boa - garden in the air

❤paramore - for a pessimist i'm pretty optimistic

❤bratz - blah blah blah

❤bray me - jokyosetsumei

❤bem da hora - um norte

❤bloc party - callum is a snake

❤of monsters and men - little talks

❤tsukiko amano ft hana tan - clockwork

❤in the heights - blackout

❤tsukiko amano ft okuda miwako - shizuku

❤melim - peça felicidade

❤jonas brothers ft karol g - X

❤jaco caraco - you make me go crazy

❤mitchell marlow - we will always win

❤bad suns ft PVRIS - maybe you saved me

❤barbie (holly lindin) - summer sunshine

❤bloc party - cavaliers and roundheads

❤sean kingston ft nicki minaj - letting it go (dutty love)

❤marshmallow - you and me

❤kola kid - timer

❤shiro sagisu - cometh the hour (chorus A guitar)

❤nicki minaj - super freaky girl (slowed)

❤the maine - into your arms

❤rihanna - only girl (slowed)

❤within temptation - grenade

❤cpm22 - desconfio

❤ericdoa - fantasize

❤bloc party - demos song

❤lene marlin - faces

❤natasha thomas - young hearts

❤Bratz - i don't care

❤ben folds - red is blue

❤BYUL - i think i

❤crispy - the game

❤heidi - hyururi (instrumental)

❤bubbles - happy girl

❤playboi carti - on that time (tik tok remix)

❤tsukiko amano - ningyou

❤hidden citizens(cover) - paint it black

❤annaliese (cover) - until the day i die

❤tsukiko amano - kakan

❤simgretina - smile

❤tsukiko amano - bodaiju

❤nicki minaj - whip it

❤dawin - go off

❤the maine - the way we talk

❤philip lawrence ft UAKTI - it's a jungle out here (brazilian)

❤wavegroup (cover) - infected

❤bloc party - we were lovers

❤videoclub - roi

❤a change of pace - war in your bedroom

❤bear McCreary - ragnarök

❤officieldionysos - flamme à lunettes

❤mohumbi - say jambo

❤merca bae - blue kush Bday (bk beats tool)

❤stxlkin - so bitter

❤barbie - be a friend

❤cécile corbel - haru's chase

❤m-flo ft boa - the love bug

❤merk & kremont - she's wild

❤horsegiirl - starsiigns

❤neffex - rumors

❤vampyx - kiss me

❤fall out boys - bob dylan

❤superbus - lola

❤austin mahone - secret (slowed)

❤roy bee - Kiss me again (radio edit)

❤6arelyhuman - death city + syris & 03osc

❤1stress ft xofilo - victim

❤HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR - here i am

Hiii i can i request for a headcanon of teen! genz scarlet witch like just her quoting a vine or a meme in a daily basis, has broken sense of humor like she could just watch a vine or meme that wasn't even that funny to others but to her it's like the most hilarious thing she ever seen(minus the dark humor jokes) How would gojo and her uncles along with toji and her friends react to her personality. Please free to disregard this if you feel uncomfortable doing writing this headcanons. hehe ty!

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader as a gen z headcanons

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, themes of crack, teen! reader being a gen z and having a broken humor content, dad! gojo & dad! toji being boomers (jk), not proofread because im lazy at the moment & it's 1am

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader

oh my god this request is literally it. tbh, i had fun writing this thank you for requesting and for being patient!! enjoy reading anon dearest, and you're always welcome ♡

headcanons !

you're always seen smiling and laughing about those vine or meme-like videos you see online. whenever you show them to gojo or toji, they're like, "uh-huh, that's nice kikufuku/angel." but like, they really don't get what's so funny about that lawnmower soaring through the sky with some girl singing a high note, or that "f re sh a voca do" one, or literally the vines and memes you show them every single time.

being a "typical" gen-z, you have your slang in your vocabulary that poor gojo and toji just can't seem to get the hang of.

"periodt" uh, are you on your period or are you talking about the exclamation mark?

"slayy" do you mean to kill? what?

your adoptive and biological fathers are so confused when you just start quoting vines and memes, as well as saying gen z slang on a daily basis. they just can't keep it up that well, but i can definitely see gojo working hard to do so. gojo wants to knows what's in and out for the youth to be able to relate to his students, and not just you.

please, even the king of curses is so fucking confused. he's like, "is this the language that people speak now?" sukuna would have also kicked you out of his domain if it weren't for your almighty chaos magic, rendering him powerless while you hit a woah that one time.

gojo definitely asks the students to translate for him whatever slang you just started saying. the same goes for toji, who asks tsumiki and megumi. 

you got into a heated argument with the higher-ups at one point because they were irritating you with all the special grade missions, and side comments they were throwing at you, and you just started yelling things like, "you're done, you're done." "objection, lack of hairline." "wow, it's internalized misogyny for me." "it's not the vibe, stop." "all of you just had to be fire signs." it both disses and baffles the higher-ups; in either way, gojo is proud.

when it comes to memeing and stuff, you definitely relate to the first and second-year students more, especially yuuji and nobara, because your age is closer to them as a teenager. in fact, you show and do tiktoks with them almost all of the time, from dances to skits. gojo occasionally joins in because he doesn't want to be left out, and he also wants to be able to relate to you and the others.

gojo definitely tells nanami all the gen z stuff he learns from you and his students, and nanami is just like (ㆆ _ ㆆ), because it sounds strange hearing those slangs, vines, and memes from gojo himself.

even when you're sad, you say things like "i'm going through it," and when you're really excited, you do that lowercase scream while shaking your head and opening your hand over your mouth.

you have a very broken sense of humor. they could show you a badly photoshopped picture of something with some random words, and you'd find it really funny even if isn't. you are enigmatic for this personality of yours, but they actually like this side of you. it makes you fun to be around. even if people like gojo, toji, and nanami don't really understand you, seeing you smile, laugh, and be enthusiastic about explaining why those videos and slangs are funny is enough to make them happy.

Antenne Vorarlberg Chillout Lounge (July 19, 2023)

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Bo Bruce - Still With Me 22:29 Schiller X Tricia Mcteague - Miracle 22:25 Chicane Feat. Bryan Adams - Don't Give Up 22:20 Massive Attack - Sly 22:13 John Kah - Carina (Enui Remix) 22:10 Sans Souci - Nanda 22:03 Joris Voorn - Ringo 21:59 The Ocean Piano - Piano Mi Camino (Blue Wave Mix) 21:55 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Kings & Queens 21:48 Richard Grey - Need Your Lovin (Murjd Remix) 21:40 Miyagi, Sascha Braemer, Dan Caster, Jan Blomqvist - Woodpeckers Love Affair 21:35 Loui & Scibi Feat. Nuwella - Your Love (Ian Tosel Remix) 21:31 Dvine - Unknown Reality 21:24 Jean-michel Jarre - Equinoxe, Pt. 4 21:21 Nora En Pure - Sphinx 21:18 Mike Candys, Sb Mont & Salvo - Turned To Dust 21:16 The Alan Parsons Project - The Turn Of A Friendly Card 21:12 Klingande & Krishane - Rebel Yell 21:09 Winona Oak & Robin Schulz - Oxygen 21:07 Christopher Von Deylen - She Never Told Him Her Name 21:02 Simioli, Provenzano, Scarlet - Ain't No Sunshine 20:59 Avaion X Vize X Leony - Pieces 20:55 Lstn - Floral Decor 20:49 Thomas Lemmer - Fatigué 20:46 Gamper & Dadoni - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! 20:44 Lost Frequencies & Zonderling - Crazy 20:41 Lucas Estrada & Henri Purnell & Neimy - In My Fantasy 20:37 Portishead - Revenge Of The Number 20:32 Hotlane - On My Own 20:28 Moby - My Only Love 20:26 Gamper & Dadoni Feat. Joe Jury - Satellites 20:20 Schiller - Tiefblau 20:18 Paratone - Time After Time 20:12 Goa Foundation - (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight 20:04 Andre Rizo - Hang 19:57 David Hohme - Fear Less (Hraach Remix) 19:50 Blond:ish Feat. Shawni - Wizard Of Love 19:47 Sam Feldt, Lucas & Steve Ft. Wulf - Summer On You 19:43 Klangperlenspiel & Puzzls - Kyoto (Wish You'd Move On) 19:37 Aural Float - Still Here 19:34 Riva Starr Feat. Imaginary - Ride This Sound 19:31 Tomas Skyldeberg - Outside The Window 19:27 Light Of Aidan Feat. Note For A Child - Loving You 19:24 Ck West & Sassi K - C Song 19:17 Armen Miran - Nani Jan 19:13 Plaid - Ralome (Feat. Benet Walsh) 19:09 Schiller - Once Upon A Time (Cahill Remix) 19:06 Alok Feat. John Martin - Wherever You Go 19:00 Depeche Mode - Sister Of The Night 18:58 Srtw & Mave Feat. Sønlille - Last Train Home 18:55 Klangperlenspiel - Fraction Of Your Love 18:51 Discover. - Lost In Music 18:48 Purple Disco Machine - Hypnotized 18:42 Paji - Viola (Original Mix) 18:38 Audien - Blue 18:30 Kygo - Freeze 18:23 Cosmo Klein Feat. Ynot - When Doves Cry (Original Mix) 18:18 Three Drives On A Vinyl - Greece 2000 (Sebastian Davidson & Melosense Remix) 18:14 Glide - Y Môr 18:09 Kyau Vs. Albert - Velvet Morning 18:05 Viva La Panda & Finding Molly - Bring It On (La La La) 17:59 Bay Area - Dolphin Rider (Pianodreamsession) 17:55 Blank & Jones With Coralie Clement - Days Go By 17:52 Valerie Dore - The Night (Zyx Edit Remastered 2021) 17:50 Gil Glaze Feat. Dante Thomas - West La 17:46 Melloton - Zombie 17:41 Schiller & Tricia Mcteague - Guardian Angel 17:36 Leftfield - Melt 17:34 Rita Ora - You Only Love Me 17:30 Ck West - Aldebaran 2021 17:21 Underworld - 8 Ball 17:16 Lstn - Times Of Sorrow 17:13 Filous - Let It Snow (Original Mix) 17:07 Afterlife - Breather 2000 17:03 Mandala Dreams - Mirror Lake 16:58 Joachim Pastor Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Saint Louis 16:55 Robin Schulz Feat. Graham Candy - 4 Life (Original Mix) 16:53 Topic, Robin Schulz, Nico Santos, Paul Van Dyk - In Your Arms (For An Angel) 16:50 Nora En Pure - Wetlands 16:45 Axwell / Ingrosso - Something 16:42 Gibbs & Code X - Close To Your Heart 16:35 Lexer - Forgive Me 16:31 Schiller - Free The Dragon 16:28 Agatino Romero - I'm Feeling For You 16:25 Armin Van Buuren & Garibay Feat. Olaf Blackwood - I Need You 16:19 Jens Buchert - Cocoon 16:10 Christopher Von Deylen - Heaven Can Wait 16:03 Lemongrass - Feel Good 15:58 Lamb - Wonder 15:54 Cats On Bricks Feat. Zach Alwin - Planes Over Ushuaia 15:51 Italobrothers - Summer Air 15:49 Feder & Ofenbach Feat. Dawty Music - Call Me Papi 15:42 Armen Miran & Hraach - Gravitation 15:37 Uttara Kuru - Neyuki 15:33 Stepha Schweiger - When I Was A Bird 15:28 Puremusic - Unsaid (State Azure Remix) 15:24 Kygo & Sasha Sloan - I'll Wait 15:21 Klingande, Wrabel - Big Love 15:16 Bent - I Love My Man 15:13 Lost Frequencies Feat. Love Harder - Beat Of My Heart 15:09 Younotus Feat. Chris Gelbuda - When I Think About You 15:05 Andy Caldwell - Quiet Nights 15:02 Together Alone - Ain't Nobody 14:58 Tonenation - Hijo De La Luna 14:53 Schiller - Rubinrot 14:50 Lizot - Daddy Cool 14:47 Topic Feat. Nico Santos) - Home (Alle Farben Remix) 14:43 In Lonely Majesty - Sing In The Dark - Alle Farben Remix 14:40 Tiësto & Ty Dolla $ign - The Business, Pt. Ii 14:33 Tom Novy & Milkwish - Dream Catcher (Extended Mix) 14:30 Above & Beyond - The Inconsistency Principle 14:24 Banderas - This Is Your Life (Easy Life Mix) 14:21 Arizona - Oceans Away (Sam Feldt Remix) 14:16 Passenger 10 - The Lonely Boy Who Wanted To Make Friends 14:14 Hbz, Anna Grey & Agent Zed - Aloha Hey 14:07 Armen Miran - Precious Story 14:04 Audax Feat. Ron Caroll - Falling For You 13:59 Jean-michel Jarre - Oxygene, Pt. 4 13:57 Troels Hammer - Azur 13:49 Blank & Jones - California Sunset 13:46 Moli - Cloud No9 (Montmartre Remix) 13:41 Agron - Love My Soul 13:39 Kamrad - Feel Alive 13:35 Nora En Pure - Roots 13:33 L'imperatrice - Peur Des Filles (Montmartre Remix) 13:28 Kidsø - Fir 13:23 Alejandro De Pinedo - Cancer 13:19 Ambyion - Motion 13:14 Rìfìs Du Sol - Alive (Anyma Remix) 13:10 Ilo - Soleil D'hiver 13:06 Tom Novy & Dan Le Blonde - Let's Dance (Tom Novy Remix) 13:02 Avira & Kiko Franco Feat. Nathan Nicholson) - Ocean 12:59 Felix Jaehn Feat. Jasmine Thompson - Ain't Nobody 12:55 Armin Van Buuren & Avira - Illusion (Mixed) 12:49 Blank & Jones - Coh 12:45 Nightmares On Wax - You Wish 12:43 Vievie - Blue Island 12:39 Redlounge Orchestra - Reserver 12:36 Rene Rodrigezz & Tristan Henry - Let Me Go 12:33 Fedde Le Grand Feat. Vince Freeman - Devils 12:29 Jazzamor - Lovin' You 12:22 True & Berger - Imprint Of Pleasure 12:18 The Hitmen - Turn Off The Lights 12:14 Thievery Corporation - It Takes A Thief 12:09 Victoriya - Nothing Remains 12:06 Thomas Gold Feat. Bright Sparks - Seventeen 12:00 Vargo - The Moment 11:57 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - Treasure 11:51 Hakan Kayis, Furkan Sarikas, Cinar Gedizlioglu - A Night In Alacati (Original Mix) 11:47 Lemongrass - Comme Toujours 11:44 Sanah - Invisible Dress (Maro Music X Skytech Remix) 11:40 The Chainsmokers Feat. Daya - Don't Let Me Down 11:35 Pete Tong & Tale Of Us Feat. Jules Buckley - Time 11:28 Nora En Pure - Oblivion (Extended Mix) 11:24 Akmusique - Cafe Noir (Album Version) 11:17 Beyhude - Akasha 11:14 Pretty Pink Feat. Mark V - Don't Dance 11:09 Naomi - Anybody Here? 11:06 Rosa Linn - Snap 10:59 Worakls - By The Brook 10:52 Claptone - No Eyes Feat. Jaw 10:49 R3hab X Lukas Graham - Most People 10:46 Laniia - Fireflies 10:40 Fous De La Mer - Ocean 22°e 10:36 The Alan Parsons Project - Old And Wise 10:30 Massive Attack - Safe From Harm 10:28 Sons Of Maria - A Kiss Like This 10:25 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Angel Taylor - Make It Right (Trinix Remix) 10:20 Alex Sail Feat. Al I Bo - Symantec Clime 10:17 Nora En Pure - Stop Wasting Time 10:14 Raffa Fi - Ritmo 10:08 Groovecatcher - Angel Of Nature 09:59 Super Flu - Mygut (Solomun Remix) 09:57 Dize Feat. Aurii - Wenn Ich Nicht Mehr Weiss 09:53 Mr. Probz - Waves 09:48 Worakls - Caprice 09:46 Jerome & Neptunica - High On Music 09:42 Anna Naklab Feat. Alle Farben - Supergirl 09:39 Nora Van Elken - Interstellar 09:31 Burudu - Sun Theory (Original Mix) 09:24 Monolink & Zigan Aldi - Fidale (I Feel) Vocal Version 09:22 Lost Frequencies & Elley Duhé - Back To You 09:17 Jasmon - Sanpo Suru 09:14 Nightcall X Henri Purnell Feat. Eke - When The Morning Breaks 09:08 Tebra - Suton 09:02 Aaron Mcclelland, Marianne - Lets Get Physical (Touch & Go Laidback Dub) 09:00 Cyrillic Feat. Lara - Zero Gravitation 08:57 Ofenbach & Ella Henderson - Hurricane 08:51 Prodoxo - Bailanduna 08:48 Tiscore - Fire To Smoke 08:45 Tinlicker Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Be Here And Now 08:37 Stan Kolev, Yuji Ono - Try (Original Mix) 08:33 Blank & Jones - High Fly 08:27 Jan Blomqvist - Maybe Not (Rodriguez Jr. Extended) 08:24 Alan Walker X Hans Zimmer - Time (Alan Walker Remix) 08:22 Trinix & Ian Urbina - Bad Things 08:18 Unclubbed, Zoe Durrant - Need To Feel Loved (Original Mix) 08:15 Loud Luxury Feat. Morgan St. Jean - Aftertaste 08:11 Lstn - Undecided 08:07 Five Seasons - In Your Town 08:05 Steve Forest, Te Pai - Never Gonna Give You Up 08:01 Alan Walker Ahrix - End Of Time 07:59 Sans Souci Feat. Pearl Andersson - Sweet Harmony 07:52 Atb - No Fate 07:46 Tebra - Istok 07:42 Sylvering - The Sun Always Shines On Tv 07:39 Iossa, Ken Holland - The Seed Feat. Iossa (Original Mix) 07:36 Blank & Jones - Fall In Love 07:32 Tycho - Horizon 07:28 John Summit & Hayla - Where You Are 07:21 Orange & Tusnelda - Stay Asleep 07:19 Viva La Panda, Finding Molly - Chances 07:14 Dreamerproject - Horizons (Glenn Main Remix) 07:09 Daniele Mastracci Feat. Allegra - Something Great 07:04 Kid Massive, Yuji Ono, Dtale - Pray (Wolf Krew Remix) 06:57 Firtz Kalkbrenner - Golden (Fideles Remix) 06:51 Caf Bar Feat. Sara Allman - Gimme Shelter (Chilled Buddha Session) 06:47 Nora En Pure - Sign Of The Times 06:43 Neptune & Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Original Mix) 06:37 Coastline - Adriatic Sea (Milews Remix) 06:34 Sofi Tukker & John Summit - Sun Came Up (Radio) 06:25 Worakls - Nocturne 06:22 Blank & Jones - Alone In This Rhythm 06:16 Sans Souci - Venice 06:12 Robin Schulz & Marc Scibilia - Unforgettable 06:10 Minelli, Filatov & Karas Remi - Rampampam 06:06 Bolier & Leandro Da Silva - Floripa (Extended) 06:01 Cantoma - Alive 05:58 Alok & James Arthur - Work With My Love 05:56 Tiësto & Karol G - Don't Be Shy 05:50 Beanfield - Planetary Deadlock 05:43 Christopher Von Deylen - Opaque 05:40 Amely & Lvndscape - Losing My Mind 05:35 Rodg - Jacqueline (Chill Mix) 05:31 Maxim Lany Feat. Freya Alley - Anymore 05:25 Van Bellen - Morning Awakening 05:22 Milkwish - From The Earth To The Moon 05:14 Blank & Jones - White Light 05:11 Robin Schulz - Sugar (Feat. Francesco Yates) 05:07 Kygo Feat. Will Heard - Nothing Left 05:03 Daniel Portman - Sensual Desires 05:00 Robin Schulz Feat. James Blunt - Ok 04:54 Röyksopp Feat. Susanne Sundfør - If You Want Me 04:51 Pascal Letoublon - Feelings Undercover 04:48 Geeno Smith - Stand By Me (Radio Mix) 04:45 Mike Candys & Séb Mont - What's On Your Mind 04:41 Swedish House Mafia & The Weeknd - Moth To A Flame 04:36 2raumwohnung - 2 Von Millionen Von Sternen 04:33 Kygo With Avicii & Sandro Cavazza - Forever Yours (Tribute) 04:30 Mike Posner - I Took A Pill In Ibiza (Seeb Remix) 04:22 Garlington - Falling To Pieces (Extended Mix) 04:18 Sofi Tukker X Mahmut Orhan - Forgive Me 04:14 Aphrodelics - Rollin On Chrome 04:09 Blank & Jones - Into The Sun 04:05 Robin Schulz - Moonlit Sky (With The Void Pacific Choir) 04:02 Edx - Missing 03:59 Nora Van Elken - Heaven Is A Place On Earth 03:53 Anrey - The Forgotten (Extended Mix) 03:50 Sal De Sol - Another Chance (Single Mix) 03:47 Thrdl!fe & Sleepwalkrs - Outta My Head 03:43 Sum Wave - Malin's Song 03:38 Ivan Jack - The Dock Of The Bay 03:35 Blank & Jones Feat. Jan Loechel - Beautiful Life 03:27 Chris Coco & Captain Bliss - Harmonica Track (Deep Mix) 03:24 Eelke Kleijn Feat. Josha Daniel - Oscillations 03:17 Consoul Trainin - Take Me To Infinity 03:14 Dj Antoine Feat. Ablai - My Corazon (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 03:06 Dino Lenny Feat. Artbat - Sand In Your Shoes 03:01 Hazy J - Our Way 02:56 Thomas Lemmer & Andreas Bach - Embracing Love 02:53 Armin Van Buuren Feat. Jake Reese - Need You Now 02:50 Mila - Herzlos 02:43 Rodriguez Jr. Feat. Liset Alea - What Is Real 02:37 Rodg - Heights 02:32 D.a.x. Feat. Victoria Wilson James - Crash Landed 02:29 Nora Van Elken - Okinawa 02:26 Hagen Feetly - Not The One 02:21 Nora En Pure - Trailblazer (Club Mix) 02:18 Pulsedriver & Tiscore Feat. Anna Grey - We Are 02:15 Sting - Fragile 02:09 Christopher Von Deylen - Free 02:07 Trinix - Soweto 01:59 Gerrit Van Der Meer - Solaris 01:54 Röyksopp Feat. Astrid S - 02 Let's Get It Right 01:51 Daniel Portman - Vulnerable 01:47 Lydmor - Money Towers 01:44 Sam Feldt Feat. Lateshift - The Riddle 01:42 Parov Stelar - Fire 01:37 Blank & Jones Feat. Cathy Battistessa - Happiness (Milchbar Terrace Mix) 01:30 Hraach Feat. Iveta Mukuchyan - Sarer Jan 01:25 Velvet Lounge Project - Dimelo Tu (Mix And Magix Remix) 01:22 Lunax & Zana - Gone Tomorrow 01:18 Nora En Pure - Tantrum 01:10 Royksopp - Sordid Affair (Maceo Plex Mix) 01:06 Above & Beyond - Is It Love? (1001) (Original Mix) 01:03 Tom Staar & Cedric Gervais - Playing Games (Mixed) 00:59 Stone Van Brooken, Henri Pfr - Tarida (Original Mix) 00:57 Zaz - Demain C'est Toi 00:53 Lstn - Sïstër 00:50 Syn Cole Feat. Caroline Pennell - Californication 00:42 Timboletti - Dhunche 00:40 Buchs Feat. Nokyo - Cheverolet 00:36 Frank & Friedrich Feat. Duncan Woods - Coming Home 00:33 Neptunica & Lunax - We Don't Even Talk Anymore 00:30 Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Shine (Kygo Remix) 00:25 Faithless Feat. Nathan Ball & Caleb Femi - I Need Someone 00:21 Klangkarussel & Poppy Baskcomb - This Love 00:15 Kölsch - Left Eye Left 00:13 Reece Lemonius, Munich Monstrs - Miss You 00:09 Ac Venture - Penang Waltz (Roberto Sol Remix) 00:04 Blank & Jones - Pure Shores

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