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yandere-romanticaa · 11 months
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Cold blue eyes glossed over the city as his blonde hair tousled against the wind as he drowned in his uncertainty and anxiousness. City patrol was something that Mikaela had gotten used to and something he would actually actively choose to do. No one really questioned why he did what he did, to his fellow vampires he was always the odd one out, an eccentric fellow in his own way. Everything he ever did and felt was kept tightly under wraps and the reason for tonight's escape was no different from usual.
He was on the lookout for his favorite little human but Mikaela wouldn't be caught dead saying that out loud.
Against all odds you had befriended him a few months prior and the two of you decided that it would be best if you kept your friendship a secret. If anyone from either side found out there would be nothing but trouble or quite possibly an execution if any higher-up caught wind of these scandalous affairs.
Mikaela felt a strange sense of pleasure and comfort in the fact that he was protecting you. In his eyes you had no place in the army - you were far too weak, could barely hold any weapon in your hands and would always lose any sparring session you had with him without fail.
The thought of abandoning everything in order to run away with you came to his mind a lot more often then he felt comfortable admitting.
To any outsider Mikaela was either a vampire or a soldier, someone to use and toss away once he could no longer being anything useful to the table. That or he was a walking target, something to take down and bury six feet beneath the ground.
Neither one of those options were to his tastes if he were being honest.
The barren city landscape beneath him stretched out for what seemed to be into the very ends of the world, a cruel taunt of his current predicament. Peace was something hard to come by and even harder to maintain.
That is why he needed to do what he did.
Keeping you safe was his top priority and no creature, dead, alive or anything in between could stop him. Mikaela Hyakuya was determined to turn his dreams into a reality and the first step was to ensure that he kept you safe and in good health. The only way in life one can go is forward and that is exactly what he was planning on doing.
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ennvisin · 10 months
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Blood in the Cut ║ Ferid Bathory x Reader Cross posted on Archives of Our Own
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Rating: Mature; SFW no smut Warnings: Blood and injury, blood drinking, undertones of dubious consent, aphrodisiac use in the form of vampire venom
Summary: Poor clumsy little human pet… A slip of the hand while cutting vegetables leaves you with a bad gash on your palm. Thankfully your loving Vampiric owner Ferid Bathory knows just what to do in order to take care of your poor injured hand. Don't worry little lamb… everything will be okay. (AKA Ferid "cleans" your wound with his tongue and you get high and aroused from his venom.)
“Now now my dearest little lamb, what have you gone and done to yourself this time?” An unmistakably sweet voice singsongs from behind you. The sudden heavy presence causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.
  Ferid Bathory.
 “Poor thing… did you hurt yourself? Don’t be shy let me see.” The vampire croons gently against the shell of your ear, now suddenly much too close for comfort. Before even getting the chance to turn and face him, the progenitor crossed into the kitchen and now looms over you like a ghost. You can feel the cool brush of his breath as he talks down to you. Subconscious alarm bells sound off in the back of your mind as primal instincts awaken and tell you to run.
 You whirl around in fear to face the vampire with kitchen knife in hand ready to strike. This seems to amuse Ferid as he chuckles down at your startled expression, your pupils blown wide as adrenaline courses through your veins. He traps you between his tall slender body and the countertop, lithe arms caging you in on either side. Slow and careful as though approaching a feral animal the vampiric noble reaches out to slide the knife from your hand. Calculating irises examine the blade, the cool steel stained with a tiny fleck of your own blood. In that moment you swear you can see his catlike pupils constrict with interest.
 “It seems I was correct in my assumption.” Lord Ferid chuckles darkly in the back of his throat. Slowly he sets the knife down on the countertop beside you. “Humans are so fragile. Such a shame when they are so clumsy. Posing a threat to even themselves.” He hums with that sickening saccharine smile. You clench your jaw and tense when he reaches to trail his fingers down the arm that you keep firmly clutched behind your back.
 “Hiding your injury is a fruitless effort. I could smell it from across the manor.” Ferid reaches an elegant hand to stroke his knuckles against your cheek. He pauses to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, before guiding your gaze up to meet his own with two fingers poised beneath your chin. He touches you as though you are made of porcelain causing a sweet rosy flush to rise to your cheeks. When he strokes his thumb across your lower lip butterflies burst in the pit of your stomach. Your pulse races.
 “I was cutting vegetables for a soup, but my hand slipped…” You try and explain in a small voice. It is so hard to keep eye contact with the progenitor so your gaze flicks down to observe the ruffled lace of his cravat. The gash on your hand throbs as you feel blood steadily trickling out from the wound. It was almost certainly dripping down onto the cutting board of diced carrots and celery ruining your hard work. You didn’t know how Ferid kept his self-control. If he could smell your blood from across the house, the kitchen must be inundated with your scent. Any other vampire would have been driven into a frenzy. Yet here the progenitor stands gently caressing your face in an attempt to coax you out of your anxiety around him.
 “Just relax darling.” Ferid soothes sweetly. “I just need to take a look at the injury. I wouldn’t want my favorite pet bleeding out on me now would I?” The nobleman asks rhetorically. His hand leaves your face and reaches to grip the wrist hidden behind your back. Ferid’s touch borders on forceful hinting at his true vampiric strength hidden behind his carefully crafted mask. Despite my better judgement I try and pull my arm away.  “It’s only a small cut Lord Ferid.” You mutter in an unsure voice. The vampire chuckles as his smirk widens showing off the pointed edges of his fangs. He saw through you as clearly as a windowpane. “I will run it under some water and patch it up. Promise.”
“Ah, ah. There is no getting out of this.” Ferid coos as he pulls at your wrist with his iron strength. It hurt to resist. “You may either submit willingly… or I can bend you to my will. The choice is yours little lamb.”
But of course… the truth was you really had no say in the matter. You could either show him the bleeding gash on your hand, or have your wrist broken as he wrenched it out from behind you. Within the walls of the Bathory mansion there was no such thing as choice or free will. Only the promise and illusion of it to make you feel as though Ferid didn’t completely own you.
 You close your eyes and allow the vampire to pull your arm from behind your back. He hums in quiet approval of your choice as his fingertips tuck between your own and pull your bloody fist apart. You let out a soft whimper as your injured palm is exposed to the air and the progenitor’s awaiting eyes. Fear begins to creep back into your mind and you start to shake in his grasp. Was he going to drain you right then and there? Is this where you were going to die?
 “Shh…” Comes Ferid’s voice as he inspects the cut. Gently he prods at the tender flesh cooing softly at you each time you flinch and whimper. His serpent smile indicates how much he is enjoying himself at your expense.  
 “You poor little thing.” He condescendingly hums before running his fingertip up the expanse of the gash, smearing the pooled blood in his wake. You flinch and cry out softly, trying to pull away from the sting of his touch. “It’s quite deep… you must be in terrible pain.” The vampire’s ruby eyes glint sadistically in the light clearly entertained by your suffering. Suddenly Ferid grips you firmly by the wrist before taking a step forward. He forces you back against the granite countertop and presses his body against yours. His hips pin you in place as his head lowers to the opening on your palm. Your heart jumps into your throat as his lips part revealing rapidly elongating fangs.  “Don’t! Please!” You gasp out in a panic, and much to your surprise… Ferid pauses. His slit pupils flick up to meet your gaze before he chuckles gentle as ever. In a careful fluid motion he brings his lips to caress your pulse point on your wrist. Your mind spins in confusion at the sudden tenderness of the kiss.
 “Easy now little lamb.” He whispers and meets your gaze with eyes half lidded. Silvery white lashes flutter as he presses his lips along your pulse once more. The faintest stain of your blood paints his lips from where he’d laid his kisses. “Relax for me now, I am not going to hurt you. It’s all going to be okay.” Ferid whispers in a melodic tone much like a siren luring it’s prey. He speaks to you low and intimate; sweet reassurances only for you to hear. You can’t help the way you react to his gentle words, tension in your shoulders beginning to melt away as your breathing slows. He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, smiling so tenderly at you as your apprehension fades from your subconscious. For a moment as you stare mindlessly into vibrant eyes the color of the lycoris flowers, you could almost forget that he was a vampire. The backlighting from the lanterns on the walls set him in an ethereal glow making him appear almost angelic. Almost.
The illusion is soon broken when Ferid dips low to swipe his tongue along the length of the gash on your hand. Your gasp of shock breaks the still silence in the air. The pain of the motion is so intense you can’t help but try and wrench your arm out of his grasp.
Tears prick in your eyes as he drags his tongue up the wound for a second swipe, but to your surprise it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first lap.  “Hush my love… don’t fight it. This will help ease the pain.” Ferid purrs against your palm before continuing to lick at the cut. He is gentler this time when he delves back in, moving slow and sure as the tip of his tongue prods at the deepest points of the wound. You bite back a whimper at the strange feeling, something warm starting to boil in the pit of your stomach. Goosebumps prickle up your neck, and your entire hand tingles with a familiar pleasurable warmth. The pain all but a distant memory now, it finally dawns on you the purpose of this exchange.
His venom… in his saliva… that was his play.
 Ferid smiles against your palm as your body goes slack against his. In a matter of minutes his venom takes it’s hold, weakening your muscles and filling your head with clouds. There is no more pain only warmth rapidly spreading to every part of your body. Your breathing is labored and hot as you lay defenseless against the progenitor. Butterflies of pleasure erupt in your stomach each time he draws blood from the open wound. It feels so good. It always does when he feeds from you. You could die happily in this euphoria, no longer caring if he were to drink you dry. Vampires were truly the apex predator. Their venom delivering such a quick and potent high, their victims easily giving in and becoming addicted to their bite.
 It is over all too soon as Ferid finally pulls away. Your blood coats his lips and drips from the side of his mouth but really you don’t much care. You blink up at him with your head completely empty, still riding the high from the dose of his venom.
 “There we go. Such a good pet.” Ferid praises as he reaches behind you to grab a cloth off the countertop. Quickly he wraps your wounded hand before lifting you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “Your blood is always so sweet. Not a single drop should ever go to waste.” The vampire muses as he smirks down at your blissful expression. Your eyes feel so heavy as you stare up at him in a daze. He coos at you in mock pity before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
 “Let’s go get your injury properly cleaned and bandaged.” The vampire says in a cheery tone mostly to himself. He begins to carry you out of the kitchen and up to one of the many lavish bedrooms within his manor. “When we are done, I hope we can follow up on that little snack you gave me.” From your vantage point in his arms you can clearly see the glint of his fangs as he tells you his plans. “It seems I find myself hungry for more.”
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atomic-taco-muffin · 1 year
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May I request headcannons with yandere Mika and yandere Yu (Seraph of The End) with a very dense but innocent and sweet reader?
Yay! More Seraph of the End content!
Yandere Mika and Yu x Innocent but dense GN!Reader Headcanons 
Warnings: It’s been a while since I’ve done yandere content but things are gonna be dark here (somewhat). If this content makes you uncomfy, then PLEASE skip
Rating: SFW
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To start off, the three of you knew each other while in the orphanage. 
The three of you were very close even when the vampires invaded and took over. 
You were able to escape with Yu while Mika was “dead” 
Years later, you and Yu found Mika while on the field. 
Sure it was a happy moment, for you
But for them, it was a moment of possession. 
Now this could go two ways (I’m gonna let you guys decide which one you like better. Maybe I could write a fic on that if you would like) 
Either both of them want you or only one of them wants you to themselves and will fight each other to the death. 
Of course you wouldn’t notice the way they would act cause of how dense and innocent you were. 
Now since Mika is a vampire, he is willing to say goodbye to his humanity if he could get a taste of your blood. 
In the end, you’re stuck with two yandere boys who have no idea what to do. Good luck honey 
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yandere mikaela wuth fem reader {is human} and his cousin?
That is platonic headcanon
Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya
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Who would be an overprotective cousin?
Yes, Mikaela would definitely.
It doesn't matter if you are older than him.
For him, you are always a person who needs his protection.
You were in the same orphanage.
His overprotectiveness started even then.
And it only got stronger during the rise of the vampires.
Mikaela would like to take care of you.
You and his "family" wouldn't have to worry about anything.
But then you try to escape and the shit hits the fan.
You know what I'm talking about…
Mikaela just wanted you and Yuu back alive.
He was sure you were alive.
Mikaela just feels it.
Your reunion will be very emotional.
Mikaela will surely hug you.
He doesn't want to let go anymore.
Literally.
Bad humans can't take advantage of you anymore.
Mikaela will also be really affectionate.
Lots of hugs.
He wouldn't directly punish you.
BTW Mikaela will have a heart attack if you have started dating.
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floareadeaur · 1 month
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What kind of woman do you think Ferid would be the most attracted to? Not specifically in looks, but more about her personality and ideals.
• Series: Owari no Seraph/ Seraph of the End
• Pairing: Ferid Bathory x female!reader
• Author's words:
I thought about how I could better describe this ideal of his. I did not just want to list a technical description of an ideal woman, but rather to organically pencil why someone like her would be his ideal. And why would this ideal girl want Ferid.
And I ended up with quite a lot of philosophy.
But honestly, I like it. I felt that what I write is alive. I think I could describe this ideal a lot more and the dynamic between him and her is fascinating to me.
How about we ship Ferid with this ideal of a woman?
Thank you very much for your interest in my thoughts. If you still want to know what their dynamic would be like, their discussions, their philosophies, just ask. I would be happy to discuss this topic.
Otherwise, enjoy and kind feedback is welcome! I wish a good day to anyone who finds this post!
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Like a summer night —perhaps that would be the best metaphor for this ideal woman for Ferid.
For the night is deep and full of silence. In summer, a pleasant warmth embraces you and comforts your nights accompanied by the coolness of darkness. The feeling of peace creeps around you more and more, of rest. This is when you really see yourself, but the feeling is so sweet and pleasant that you feel at peace with your reality. Because tomorrow is a new day, in which you can rise with the sun again.
Her eyes would be, for Ferid, like this. Such a deep yet soothing look. One in which, when he looks, Ferid is drawn to delve deeper, research. Until he gets to look at himself, staring into her eyes.
Would it be a pleasant feeling? Maybe a bitter sting mixed with the chance to finally see himself through someone else's eyes.
Ferid would hide his gaze because of this sometimes. The feeling would remind him of the sky he once loved so much. It would be stirring.
But, Ferid would always return to look at those eyes of hers, more insistently, more desiringly. Strangely enough, a peaceful calm would come over him.
That, because, despite the deep silence that would often envelop her, she would be such a warm being.
Ferid would always notice her, how she does not talk much and her expression seems almost melancholy. He would understand that this girl, in fact, speaks in her mind, absolutely all the time. He would scrutinize her, noting her meditative yet warm aura.
How she does not seem to open to anyone. Somehow, like a rare flower that blooms only once.
She would not smile often, but when she did, her face would be comforting with her warmth and kindness. It would provide peace, the feeling of sacred safety.
But Ferid would feel her more. How her warm passion burns slowly inside her being and her soul is so troubled by thoughts and feelings.
How within her lies such a great love, one that can only be given in absolutes. Ferid would understand this and be touched by her way of being.
Strange fact, how this girl would always seek his presence. Would not she be scared of someone like him? Ferid would wonder that, when she would always appear around him, silent but gazing to him with those deep eyes of hers.
The same feeling of a warm summer night, where you want to melt and forget, for a moment, everything. Or you feel that all will be fine.
Her fragility would be something charming. Beyond the weak mortal body, the fragility of being a dreamer, an idealist, aware of the dirty reality in which she lives; a loner, but loving; a wisher for love, but deeply sensing the brokenness around her.
She would seek Ferid's presence. And he would always wait for her, invariably searching for her in his thoughts, always wanting her gaze.
Because her deep, warm eyes would show Ferid what it is like to be seen as himself and still wanted.
An overwhelming yet sweet feeling that would come as a contradiction to all the laws of the putrid world that created him…
...That there is love for someone like him.
Their conversations would develop mesmerizingly, like never-ending cobwebs, in which they are both so comfortably and sweetly caught.
This girl always caught deep in her thoughts, would offer her words to him. Oh, and how passionately she would speak, how well she would describe and read all his feelings and realities.
Ferid would listen to her fondly, perhaps with a shudder. It would be the most interesting story he had ever heard. It would be a truth he could never tire of, the first truth about him, one that is accepted.
Then he might as well reveal what was always on his mind. And his confessions would come in time, revealing the real Ferid, with his meditative gaze and faded smile.
His logic has always been sharp, impeccable — so would her emotional intelligence, feeling through herself how those around her are, how Ferid is, and wanting them to feel this too, including him.
So intuitive and capable of feeling that she would, over time, make him see more and more of himself.
And Ferid would reflect on his insides. Now not only in bitterness and despair, but with an unconscious hope.
As she would always look for him, bringing her meditative and warm aura, Ferid would feel those deep and living eyes looking at him as if he were a sun.
A new, unique feeling for Ferid. But this girl would need the power which is in him — his nature that can lead and fight with the messy reality around him, his dynamism. She would appreciate and love all these, seeing the good use they can be put to.
And strange fact, she would trust him. This precisely because she would actually see who he really is.
And Ferid could only enjoy and cherish this new feeling of communion, which he has always longed for. When he can be himself, comfortable — with all his deep sufferings, but him, being able to feel that rest of a sweet summer's night.
Why would the two of them seek and desire each other in the end?
Maybe because she would see the sun in him, and Ferid would find his hope to rise again. For they would both be equally idealistic.
The difference?
Ferid would be aware of the rotten reality, trying to change it, but wandering through this darkness. She would dream of his same ideal, but give it life in her every thought and feeling, despite that putrid world.
Reality would be dirty for both of them. She would feel the rottenness all around her, a deep burden weighing her down. She would feel everything far too deeply sincer her birth.
But still—
" I want to give love. Because God loves me and I want everyone to feel this love. "
This would be her highest ideal, an absolute one, which she would often become aware of as being caught in a vicious circle, in total discrepancy with the world around her.
But she would still bring it into her life.
Ferid would be charmed, how she can feel and offer this ideal, even if in the laws of their world, it does not exist.
But he would deeply realize how, if this desire has always existed in him as well, it must have a solution somewhere in the world that created his soul.
Would she be his solution?
In fact, her mere presence and love for her own ideal would show Ferid the answer already existing within him.
Both would be lonely, sensitive souls walking a tightrope. Although together, their vulnerability would not be in danger, but something worth cherishing.
Can I say I see them as yin and yang?
Where she is yin and he is yang. She, the night and he, the light of day. Each different, but complementing each other and carrying, in fact, the same essence, the same ideal, able to truly see themselves, and in each other's eyes, more of them.
And together, able to create their own world in the broken universe they both exist in and live out their desire for a good ideal in this macabre landscape.
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yourimaginationrealm · 7 months
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Part 2
To Part 1:
Finally, I finished part two! I hope you like it liked the first one! I just did not anymore head canons: I wrote scenarios. Or written out head canons.! Still, hope you like it.
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Shinya is defintily the cool uncle who always teases you and Guren. He is absolutely supportive of you two what means having literally million of photos from you like a family. So, whenever Guren acts all cool, he likes to break the ice and embarrass Guren with some real Dad pictures.
"Ahhhh! Look here. You are looking like a real father of Yuu!" " There! You could mean that you two are married and Yu is your real son!" "Remember when you smiled warmly at them..."
Yes, Shinya is a real pain in the ass for Guren. More likely, he loves to make him jealous. Sometimes, you have missions with other soldiers and Shinya takes pictures of you with other persons in very misleading positions.... "Wow, the new partner of Y/N looks really amazing, don't you think...?" " Aren't they a perfect team? They understand each other without words."
Guren never shows jealously, but somehow he is very curious with who you work. And likes to talk them down....
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Before Yuu enters your life, you knew Guren as a high ranking soldier who is arrogant. You thought, he is an ass. Both of you, worked already together when you meet Yuu the first time in the cold. You respected Guren as a strong soldier and listen to his commands. Without Yuu, you would never become so close to this man. Like a magnet or a red thread, you always drawn back to him or he is to you. Moreover, Yuu symbolize the red thread. Of course, this means you two start to worry for each other. Of course, you kinda get that Guren has a soft spot.
You were ready to sacrifice yourself for the sake of humanity. At least, you were ready. The mission could fail without finding someone, playing the decoy yet nobody signed up freely. You sighed and walked to the center of the group. You explained your plan and how you distract the nobles for their safety. You gulped down your own knot in your throat. And definitely, not thinking about Yuu.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" The voice sounded raspy and pitched high at some vocals. You head flew towards the said man. "That is never gonna happened and the stupidest plan I ever heard. We get here out together!" Guren yells at you like he wants to make his point clear. "Then, tell us, how are we making it out alive without sacrificing one...?" You were angry that he screamed unnecessarily at you and start provoking him more. In the end, Shinya helped Guren with a plan to get you out alive so you both survived.
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It was reckless for Yuu to intervene with a noble vampire yet he saved you and Guren. Somehow, you killed the Noble as a team. In the end, Guren pats Yuus head with side comment. „Reckless but you did well!“
"I am proud of you, Yuu! Amazing Job!" The boy could not feel more proud, energetic and loved.
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The fight between Guren and Mika is stopped by you. You recognise the old friend Yuu has always talked about.
“What the hell? Get out of my way, Y/N!”
“No, Guren! Don’t you see it ? It’s Mika !”
“Yes, all I see, is a Vampire!”
Mika was ready to lunge at you when he overheard a particular name….
“Yes, a Vampire yet Yuus old friend Mika!”
Mika: “Yuu?”
Guren: “Come on, he is changed and a blood sucker!”
“Still his friend and family!”
You are the only person who can stop Guren. He sinks his sword and scoffs at your attempt.
"Thank you, Guren!" You said with a slight smile.
Yuu knows that he can trust you and such actions brought more and more bond towards you. After all, you and Guren belong to his family.
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Yuu loves you with all his heart. Wherever he sees you, he has to smile and talk to you. He appreciates how nice, strong, independent, pretty, warm, motherly you are and definitely can kick Gurens ass. He knows that he can be a bit arrogant too or too motivated to fight vampires but you regularly get to him when you say: "You have that from him! Don't imitate Guren so much!" Yuu deny this fact with all he can. "I am not like him!" "You are..:" "Never...!" "You totally do..:!" "Do not!" You bicker a bit until you pat his head lovingly which makes him stop and enjoys your touching. You smile warmly at him and just say he should behave now. Of course, he listens to you. In emotional moments, you hug him without a warning. He needs it and just let his body rest on yours. There are more moments than he can count, he would love just to say 'I love you, mom' and often almost had this word on his tongue.
Later, when Yuu joins the Japanese Imperial army, you start to be the stressed out person. You worry too much even though you look like to him the chillest person. After he got injured real bad, you killed the vampire who hurt him and stood at his side on the bed for hours until he wakes up with teary eyes and still your weapon in your hands. Still dizzy, he slipped the ma word without realizing it as he sees you. "Mom...?" You caress his cheek and mumble a soft: "Yes, mom is here, dear." A few tears slipped from your eyes.
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The time were you couldn't save Guren and he was dragged away by a Noble. You don't know why you felt like shit. But he sends you a gaze that you should leave. You both know that Yuu would freak out and wants to save you both if you fail. So you should retreat and calm Yuu down.
Before you left him, you delivered Guren your threat that you kill him again if he dies before you save him. He just lies on the floor with a painful smirk. "I guess that is my only fear..."
Of course, Yuu was furious yet you talked some sense to him. Walking with Yuu alone home, if gives you a feeling how single mothers have to feel. However, this showed you how important this idiot became to you.
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Yes, Yuu is a big fan of your fighting style. He loves to brag about you in front of his friends. Sometimes, he tries to imitate you but Shinoa lost it as shakes hair for the hairflip.
„You are such a mamasboy!“
„Did you see her ? How she got very vampire?! Cool, right?“
Of course his male friends were impressed, too. They are your own little Fanclub. Congratulations.
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Sometimes, you overhear Guren talking about you in front of Yuu… More like :
“Well, she is a good archer but she lacks sharpness in a fight. She is too emotional and diverted…”
“What did you just say about me?”
Every time, both gained a heart attack!
“Who saved your ass last time from the vampire chick before she could sank her teeth in your-!?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! No need to speak out details! That was close I know!”
Yuu loves when you two bicker and laughs heartily. He knows you two show affection by teasing each other.
“Don’t laugh! It happened only this time!”
“Only this time?! I believe Shinya has a whole album of How Y/N saves Guren from silly situations. "
"From what does he not have an album..." The colonel groans.
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playgrl0 · 2 years
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tired / guren ichinose
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it has been a long, exhausting day filled with missions, teaching the kids, meetings, ect. and you are more than tired. you're waiting outside one of the meeting halls for guren to finish the last meeting of the day so you can both go home together. he comes out before the meeting ends, per usual, and a grin spreads onto his face when he sees you leaning against the wall, waiting for him. "hey babe! ready to go home?" he comes up to you and places a kiss on your cheek. "mhm. more than ready. i'm so tired." he grabs your hand and starts walking you both home. once you arrived in your shared home, you instantly run into the bathroom while guren disappears in his office to go some reports of the day. coming out of the bathroom, you wonder where he is since you thought he was following you into your bedroom, which is connected to the bathroom. you go look for him and let out a big sigh when you find him sitting at his desk in the office. you walk over to him, lean against the table and run a hand through his hair. "you can finish these reports some other time. come to bed with me, you look exhausted." he sighs and looks up at you. "i'd rather finish them now than later. there aren't many left, i'll be done in like thirty minutes, love." he grabs your hand that was still playing with his hair and pulls it down to his mouth to place a kiss onto your knuckles. "you should go to sleep though. i know how tired you are. i'll be there soon" you pout a little, not wanting to go to bed without him. you always get needy when you're tired, craving the warmth of your boyfriend and wanting to be attached to him at all times. guren knows that, of course. he knows you like the back of his hand. "but i don't wanna lay down without you." you whine which makes guren chuckle. "okay, c'mere then." he pats his lap. you happily straddle him and put your arms around his neck. guren slides one of his hands under your shirt and places it on your lower back. "i promise i'll finish the reports fast and then we can go to sleep together, yeah?" he whispers in your ear. the room is completely silent while he's going through the reports. the only noise that appears every once in a while is the sound of your lips that place soft kisses against guren's warm neck. you love moments like this. when it's just the two of you. no missions, no vampires, no meetings. just you and the love of your life. after a while, you're starting to doze off which guren notices. "sleep, baby. i got you." you shake your head no. "don't wanna fall asleep without you." he chuckles. why are you being so stubborn right now? "you're that needy, hm?" he says teasingly while a smirk spreads onto his face. you pull your head away from the crook of his neck, infront of his face to look at him. placing both of your hands against his cheeks, you place a soft kiss onto his lips. "so what if i am? i just love you and wanna be with you." a big, loving smile spreads on his face. he doesn't mind when you're needy or "clingy". not even one bit. he knows how you feel and he feels the same way. he brushes his nose against yours and places a kiss on your forehead. "you win. let's go to bed." he gets up with you in his arms, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he carries you into your bedroom and places you on your shared bed. you raise both of your arms in the air "help." he chuckles. "you're that tired?" you nod and he pulls your shirt over your head and arms. then he helps you out of your pants. he walks over to the closet and pulls out one of his shirts and his sweatpants and helps you put them on. then, he slides his hands under your shirt, onto your back and opens your bra. he playfully winks at you while throwing it to the other side of the room. "perv." you roll your eyes. guren changes out of his clothes and changes into his pajama and lays down. he pulls you down next to him. you're laying face to face, legs tangled together, your arms around his waist and one of his around yours while the other hand is tracing your beautiful face features with his pointer finger.
"what are you doing?" you ask. he stares at you with his beautiful violet eyes. "you're beautiful." he whispers almost breathless. "so, so beautiful. 'nd you're all mine." heat spreads all over your face and you smile lovingly at him. "all yours." he kisses you. soft and slow but also deep and passionate. he makes sure to put all of his feelings into that kiss. he loves you so, so much. you're everything to him. the reason he keeps fighting. the reason he gets up in the morning. you're his. and he is yours. he pulls away from the kiss. "go to sleep and get some rest. i'll be right here when you wake up." he places another soft kiss on your lips and presses your head against his chest. "my love. i love you. goodnight." another kiss on your forehead. you smile. "goodnight guren. i love you."
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simpforchuchu · 2 years
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hello!! i know u don’t requests anymore but if ure going to accept requests again can u do mine?? the thing is im curious what would happen if the seraph of the end characters (guren, yu, shinya, mika) have a s/o who’s a vampire? but for mika a human s/o? thank you so much!! keep safe always!!🫶
Different Worlds | Yuu / Mika / Guren / Shinya
A/n: Really so sorry for the delay.I know, it's been a long time but I was really in a bad mood and trying my best to come back.Hope you like it <3 Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: none
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yuu
• This boy hated vampires
• Until he finds out that Mika is a vampire too
• Actually he still hates
• Mika was nice to you when he introduced you as the only vampire he trusts.
• If Mika loves you he will love you too
• As the days passed, he didn't want to admit his feelings but everything was so clear
• So he told you his feelings without wasting time
Mika
• he hates humans and vampires alike
• But he changed his mind one day when you helped him escape injured
• Your tenderness and sweetness is killing him
•  He never understood why his heart was beating so fast
• When Yuu told him what was going on, he didn't want to admit it at first.
• he was scared but happy when you first opened up to him.
• These are very new to him.
Guren
• This cocky bastard...
• He hates vampires
• But he felt that you were different
• He took pity on you when he realized that you were forcibly turned into a vampire
• And he doesn't hate you
• Everything changed when he found out about the human blood content
• He fell in love with you enough to offer you his blood when you were hurt
• And don't know when this happened
Shinya
• Although he may seem indifferent and careless, he is not
• He felt that you were different when he found out that vampires kidnapped you and turned you into a vampire.
• When you help people, you are now his friend.
•  Nothing matters to him
• You are a good person
• He won't stop loving you even though he knows it will have dire consequences.
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✞ The King’s Feast ✞
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Urd Geales X FemReader!
✞ angst
✞ TW: gore, mentions of death, mentions of blood, reader’s death, impossible love, tragic ending.
❥ I wanted to delete this, thinking it’s not good enough but @theorphanprince made me post it. Her wish is my command. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ. I also believe I fell even harder for this man only by writing this bloody thing. I love a cold man with a warm heart.
【 I also want to mention that reader is a violonist. Urd is kind of a cruel ruler here. Oops. 】
Promise this is the last time I kill y’all ( or not ;) ).
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『 Her nostrils almost bleed from the bitterly cold winter air. It’s a terrible blizzard outside. Snow is no joke in Moscow, even the toughest man, would think twice before stepping out poorly dressed in such a frozen land, which is now dominated by the red apocalypse. Even with the city full of monsters, evil, cruel people and vampires, the blizzard is still a problem.
But can a matter of life and death— like the apocalypse as an example — can compare to losing the ability to delight your own soul through pure talent? Of course not! Y/n would rather lose her head! Alas, she would rather end up beaten and humiliated, naked, on the stage of the great theater than this! Her heart becomes dominated by a cold similar to the one outside, as she looks desperately at her hands.
Both hands were missing a finger. The left hand was missing the middle finger, the other, was missing the index finger. The rest of the fingers were crushed unevenly. Some have no nails, some are still bleeding even through the thick bandages and all are completely paralyzed. I think I have described enough, it is clear that she can never play the violin again! A sad misfortune upon the artist who some time ago was immersed in her work! You can almost cry just by looking at her sitting motionless for hours, in the same shabby armchair, looking at her hands. Her face being devoid of any facial expression, empty. On the inside, in her inner space, we may even find some spider webs.
The devil who did this… or rather, the devils, were her opera colleagues. A terrible act of jealousy. All of this just because she was getting special attention from the King himself, Urd Geales! After the performance, a handful of artists forcibly held her down and crushed her fingers by repeatedly slamming a large oak door. The fire was burning terribly in the room, the heat was quite stifling especially from the commotion going on inside. In short, it was starting to stink. The screams and the smell of blood attracted attention, so fear grew in their hearts. Panicked that they had run into trouble, they started to argue for a minute. One of the devils — the most ambitious to hinder our artist — took a pocket-knife and cut as much as he could. Two fingers. One was enough if you ask me. If he had time back then, he would have cut them all. What a sadistic and disgusting act! Not only did y/n end up with flattened fingers, but he also wanted to cut them all off! Tell me then, readers, what is worse between a vampire and a human?! My soul fills with rage when I think about what they did to y/n!
If I'm angry, Urd is even more so! He has an enormous love for y/n. However, it is not certain whether it’s mutual. You see, this artist is very strange. However, her strangeness was the reason he fell for her! Since the first day they met, about a year ago. It was still winter. But the scenario does not take place in a room warmed by a vintage fire, but outside in the heart of the frost. A couple, back then, tried to escape from the theater. The truth is that they succeeded. Their bad luck was that just then the noble Urd was having his walk! Terrible luck, to run into the King of Russia when you’re trying to escape his authority! It is clear what happened to the couple, there is no point in telling you more. He handled it himself. The snow beside him was stained with blood. His cold gaze was directed at this morbid scenario. How much the blood stood out, just as his genius mind often stood out. Urd's intelligence is truly fascinating but also terrifying. Terrifying exactly like the blood on the snow. How ironic! Am I right?
" Human. Are you trying to escape too? “ and now his icy gaze lands on y/n, appearing out of nowhere and thinly dressed with a white sheepskin ushanka on her head, plus a pair of old gloves. Back then she was relatively new to that theater of horror, where people were tortured to entertain the bloodthirsty immortals.
" No. I do not wish to escape, your highness. “ Her voice was calm and the vampire's powers of deduction led him to the conclusion that she was telling him the truth. It was still a concern. Was she looking for him? "I want to perform alone at the show tonight. Of course, with your permission, your highness. "
" Human. " he pauses, a little tense. He doesn't understand. This woman is in front of him, the King! Maybe it’s blind courage or she’s just insane! The proud vampire that often displays a superior side to the others progenitors, decided to not bring up his status since it’s clear that she is aware of who is standing in front of her. But for God’s sake! Is she not even intimidated by the death scene in front of her? That irritates him the most. " Let’s get over the fact that you dare to talk to me, when I’m alone, you being unsupervised and without permission to see me and to talk to me. You, a mere weak human. Even dare to ask for a favour. Are you not able to notice what's in front of you? " with a gesture of his hand, he shows the corpses and the blood well embedded in the snow. Y/N just smiles as she exhales lightly against her lips and a steam from the cold comes out and disappears just as quickly.
" I'm only interested in my genius condition, my work. And your genius condition, your majesty, King Urd Geales, has drawn my attention ever since I came here. I want to ask this favor from you, because only you will truly understand my art. When it comes down to it, it's not death that scares me. What truly scares me it's not being able to reach my maximum human potential. So spilled blood won't turn me off the road. “ She bent down slightly, picking up a lump that splendidly absorbed the blood into its essence. The vampire's eyes widen, watching in amazement as she bites into the bloody snowball. She looks at him straight in the eyes, without a trace of fear, nothing can be found in her gaze. " I have tasted a little of your mind. May I carry it inside, as long as I live in this ephemeral body! What an honor! I already feel more inspired! Thank you! " that evening, she started performing alone. And ever since that evening, her incredible talent — oh! — both humans and vampires, all of Moscow was left shocked by the favorite violinist of the great progenitor, Urd Geales!
For Y/n, it does not matter if it is harmony on earth or apocalypse. Some people say that she doesn’t care if she is seen as a livestock, clown or a human being. She doesn’t even care if she is loved or not. Her whole purpose, all that mattered to her, was playing the violin. Urd’s strange puppy of a girl. She has no personality, no soul, no heart, no conscience, all of her was only art, absorbed only by her own genius! I think these are malicious gossip thrown at her though. Cursed be the gossip and man's ability to use it! Her passion is etheral, both pure and ambitious! But I do doubt that she noticed how Urd fell for this passion, her passion. It was completely ridiculous, he would never admit such a pathetic feeling like love for a livestock! But here is, after all. He was somewhat content to admire her only from a distance, like a sinner who cannot get too close to heaven. Sometimes he can lose his patience, he wanted more, not being able to control this wave of feelings but he calmed down everytime he watched her perform. Her work seems specially created for only the Gods to see and hear. Even the oldest skeleton would drop a tear involuntarily.
But this mystical bird, which was the favorite of the sun, has met its end now. She can no longer fly or sing, she is cursed to live as a normal person now. Like a banality. Maybe waiting for death to knock on her door. It wasn't easy for Y/N. The longer she remains in the room, the harder it’s for her to breathe from the cruel heat. Like she's doomed to melt like a candle to death. Until her skin starts to ooze and blister until all that's left is a puddle on a dusty rustic rug. A puddle made of her flash and endless tears.
She cannot accept such punishment! So when her lovesick vampire comes to pay her a visit, he notices how she and the violin are missing, the window wide open. Snowflakes aggressively coming in and almost extinguishing the fire since the fireplace is placed close to the window.
At first, he wanted to call for help, make a fuss, ordering the servants to look everywhere for the woman he was blindly in love with. However, as mentioned earlier, Urd owns a great intelligence. It didn't take him long to find where she is. In fact, y/n had been waiting for him there. Leaning against the tree, her broken violin by her side — before her escape, it was intact, perhaps she thought of dragging the instrument with her — she smiled numbly at him. She looked like a dead woman. Ugh! Her lips were blue, her eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and they were covered with heavy snow. Her eyes no longer sparkled like before. She is wearing a white nightgown, far too thin for this scenario. There was blood on her lap from the bandages she tried to remove. The fingers were the first to frostbite, but she can’t feel that anymore, since they are paralyzed. Oh, and how she used to take care of them during winter! Her priceless fingers! Always wearing her expensive gloves.
The man wants to come closer but is stopped by y/n’s voice. “ I don't want to become a vampire. I refuse such a nonsense. " silence fell. The blizzard suddenly subsides. Geales stubbornness is finally showing, he kneels in front of her, tearing with his claws the white material from her pale neck, like he lost all of his control! "I said I refuse! " she shouts at him with her remaining strength, making him stop. " Everything left from my work… will disappear if I become immortal. I wanted to excel as a human, to prove what a human being could do. I've been aiming for this for as long as I can remember! Better dead than to be subjected to hell! Please, don't destroy what I have left, my love...". Oh my! Maybe the feelings were mutual in the end. But her goals were always first on the line! The curse of being in love with an obsessed artist!
His hands, gripped by anger, clutch her shoulders. His eyes tremble like he’s about to cry! Hard to believe at first, but Urd is quite sensitive, especially when it comes to y/n. “ Did you… somehow… want me to come here, to grant you a wish? " the woman's frozen and satisfied smile is enough of an answer.
"You always have an extraordinary power of deduction. That’s why I like to always ask small favors from you. What a shameless woman I am! Giving you no attention and still crying for your help! But I do not have enough time for this conversation. Forgive me and please, lay me down nicely on the snow. " her words is his command. Urd’s hand gently takes her head, the other holds her waist tightly and slowly places her on the snow.
“ And now? “
“ Please feast upon my heart! “ It made sense. They are in the place where they first met a year ago. And back then she feasted on the snow full of the blood he spilled, eager to keep a small part of him in her. " Even if I die, at least I know I'm going to put the seed of my genius in you, so it will never go away. Because my art was made with a big heart and love beyond measure! Only you, who love me, can save what drains from me into nothingness. "
On the day when the blizzard had stopped, in the distance, Moscow could watch with horror — or simple curiosity — as The King of Russia, their feared king, snatched from the body of a beautiful woman, her heart. Holding it like he just picked a fresh juicy fruit. Blood flowed like a waterfall between his long fingers. The heart still beating, he grips it tighter to make sure it won't slip. Urd could feel every vein. Pff! He has done this countless times but now it feels like his heart was ripped away too. Realizing that their love was impossible from the start.
The difference was that y/n realized that before him. In order to avoid this suffering… in order to avoid a tragedy for both of them, she distracted herself with her goals until she became addicted to it. The Second Progenitor could never be her first priority but she did had a small reserved space in her for him.
What a way to die! On verge of death, watching your lover eat your heart out. Biting off the organ with an angry expression, the fangs went in smoothly as if it’s biting into an apple!
❝ That’s the King’s feast! ❞
That’s what Muscovites say. 』
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staywithmeons · 2 years
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A possible preview idea for Yuu? I have ideas for him, not sure in what direction I should take his character... So have this crumb instead. Kinda cringe ngl but oh well.
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Smoke engulfed the wandering pair as the rain poured down upon them, the putrid stench of blood and mud etched itself into their memories, sticking itself more to one than the other.
There was (y/n), standing upon the body of an so called innocent, who's life was cruelly taken from them and yet they could not weep for the scene that was in front of them. No, the cause of (y/n)'s distress was the boy who stood in front of them, blade in hand and ready for battle.
Yuuichiro Hyakuya brought nothing but calamity wherever he stepped foot.
(y/n) knew that taking him was going to be a challenge, (y/n) knew that there was no going back for Yuuichiro.
And yet, (y/n) still took that foolish leap of faith and dived headfirst into the mysterious enigma that was Yuuichiro Hyakuya, the boy who would betray the world for the sake of his loved ones. A truly sweet, almost romantic sentiment really but a selfish one. Fat tears of pain blurred (y/n)'s vision as the rain continued the pour downward, almost as if the heavens themselves were weeping as well.
"Yuu..." (y/n) croaked, tone just barely audible. The fabric of their clothing stuck to their skin as Yuu's back remained turned to him, the boy in question seemingly lost deep in his thoughts. (y/n) managed to make out a few drops of blood fall from the sword and onto the ground, staining the soil red, marking the place in a way in which only the pair of them knew.
"Yuu, I know you have suffered, I know you have lost but..."
(y/n) stopped as they noticed that Yuu's back wasn't quite turned towards them anymore, it was shifted more into a sideways stance, his head still turned into the opposite direction. He was listening.
"...but just because you have suffered..."
He was turned towards them fully now, his heavy green gaze filled to the brim with madness. Without warning he reached towards (y/n) and placed a gloved hand onto their shoulder, locking them in place with his iron grip.
"... why must I suffer too? "
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❤️ TAGS: @ocielismyadoptedson, @x-desired, @genshinarchives
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cheryl-ff-lol · 2 years
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guren - teacher’s pet 2
anime : seraph of the end
character : guren ichinose
the next day
inspired by : nurse's office by melaine martinez
pretty creepy shit please read at your own risk you have been warned
18 + content motions of self ham.
1100 +  words
please read part one so that it will make more sense
you feel bad that you lied about the real reason for you doing badly in school.
your parents were a happy couple.
the reason you were doing badly in school was because they were a gang of kids in school who were bullying you.
lunch time was the worst time for you they would steal all your money and beat you up.
shinoa's team always tries to step in and stop them but there' sonly little they can do.
you were surprised mr guren hasn't found out yet but you were pretty certain he knew now cause apparently he called your parents last night to ask about the so called divorce only to find out you lied.
you just know he was going to come to school today and ask you about it.
he came to school today just like you guessed.
"class dismissed. miss y/n please stay behind, " ah just like you guessed. hr just had to ask you to stay behind.
you dreaded going to the front of the class after everyone left and slowly dragged yourself there.
"You lied to me. Care to explain yourself ?" he said getting straight to the point.
"i have a valid reason sir i mean guren. " you started. you really didn't want him to know and worry about you.
"Let's hear it then if it's not valid I will be truly disappointed " he said standing and crossing his arms.
"I am being bullied, that's why i tend to go to the nurse's office often. they beat me up and steal everything i own. yu and the others tried to helped but there is only so much they can do  " you said trying to get the point across in a good manner.
"Who in their right mind.... names, I need names. " guren said clenching his fists he seems really pissed.
"no guren please don't....." you knew this would happen. that's why you didn't want to tell him.
"Would you please just give me their names. They are gonna be suspended for a week. Or should I just ask Shinoa." he said grabbing a paper and a pen.
"no guren i can tell you. the names are .................................. " you said as he wrote them down.
"Don't worry y/n I will make sure they don't even think about laying a finger on you ever again. Now come here. " he said motioning you to come closer.
"Close your eyes. " he ordered and you did exactly that.
you then felt his hand grab your cheek and your face was being moved closer to his face and before you could even process anything he kissed you.
it was a soft gentle kiss but passionate at the same time.
you knew damm well that was wrong but you couldn't care less.
he pulled away slowly and you did the same.
"So cute. You look like a tomato right now. I love the impact I have on you y/n. Anything else before I leave?" he asked,
"this may seem out of the blue but i wrote you a letter and i want you to have it. " you said.
"That's so sweet of you darling. I would be more than happy to accept it if you have it with you right now. " he said with a smile.
"oh yes it's right here in my bag. " you said setting your bag on the teacher's table and pulling out the letter.
you were about to give it to him when a strong gush of wind blew your sleeve up revealing your cuts.  oh shit.
"Am I seeing things or are those really cuts. And they look really deep. What did you use ?" he asked
"im so sorry guren i didn't want you to find out this way. i wrote it in my letter there is an explanation for this. i just couldn't take it anymore, will you just read the letter before getting angry ?" you asked as tears rolled down your face.
' I am pretty sure I didn't ask for an explanation. I asked for what did you use ." he said giving you a  tissue
"my father's razor blades...." you told him the truth.
"May I please see your arm ?" he asked and you gave in and let him do it. there's no use in hiding it anymore.
he sighed when he saw the many cuts on both of your arms.
"Anywhere else you do it ?" he asked.
"my thighs too. " you admitted and he sighed.
"I will read your letter before deciding to tell your parents. You can go now. Oh and wait. " you said pulling his wallet out.
"Here have this. They stole all of your money I am sure but this will be enough to suffice you for this week. If you need more you can just ask me." he said with a smile. you never saw him smile like that before. it made you feel special.
"no guren i really don't want you to go though all that trouble i will just ask my paret- he cut you off
"No I am doing this because I want to it's no trouble for me just please take it. Won't you do that simple favour for me. " he said with that smile at the end.
"okay if you insist. "you said and  took the hundred dollars from him.
"You are free to go now and please don't hurt yourself anymore, I am pretty sure you have a good reason in your letter so I will let you go today. Take care y/n. " he said with that warm special smile again.
"you too guren see you tomorrow." you said with a smile too.
"Yes you will. Go home and rest." he said and started to look some papers.
you left with a smile on your face and so happy that it looks like he is not gonna tell your parents.
you really didn't want them to find out so please keep this between us guren.
you could not wait for him to read the letter cause you finally had the guts to tell him the truth in it about everything. and that you loved him.  
yes you loved him.
thank you for reading and i will probably make part three in guren's pov but not entirely
i will post that tmrw or today depending on my mood so till then stay tuned :)  
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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year
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"You're a real nuisance I hope you know that."
"Well you aren't exactly a prize catch yourself Mr Vampire.
He scoffed as he continued to walk in front of you, the click of his heel slightly more audible as you managed to pick up the annoyed glimmer in his usually dead eyes but it was oddly refreshing to see him like this. If you were 100% objective you weren't sure why the two of you weren't at each others throats by now because if this were a battlefield one of you would most likely already be on the ground, long dead and forgotten.
But this wasn't a battlefield.
Against all odds you managed to form a strange camaraderie with the even stranger vampire. His attitude was absolutely dreadful though - he was always bitter and never in a good mood. Whenever you would try to lighten the mood he would just stare at you, was it menacingly or something else you weren't too sure but you often called him out on it. He would always curtly apologize, promising to stop but he never really did. Even when the two of you would go your separate ways you could have sworn on your kidneys that Mikaela was still watching, somewhere, just luring in the shadows like a little beast you'd begrudgingly call cute.
Compliments never failed to stun him though and they became your favorite ways of attacking him.
You'd sing him various praises as his back was turned to you, his posture stiff and awkward.
Something you never noticed was how he never actually told you to openly stop.
The thing is, Mikaela didn't have the heart to do so, the little meetings became the absolute highlight of his day. He could feel the soft crunch of the snow beneath the heel of his shoe as he would make his way towards your little meeting point, his thoughts filled with your voice and sweet scent.
He couldn't help but to hate you a little for that.
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lycheedr3ams · 2 months
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a broken man
konig x fem!reader (established relationship) warnings: low self-worth, mentions of war crimes, angst, mentions of smut, comfort, canon-typical violence mentioned
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konig would never admit it, but the hardest part of your relationship for him was when you two made love.
you were the opposite of everything he had ever known. you weren't steel or kevlar or bullets or bombs or knives or war paint, you weren't screams in his ear telling him to just kill, nor were you the dead weight in his hands as his dead comrades' bodies were. you weren't the ringing in his ears after alarms went off, you weren't the blood that splattered his clothes, you weren't the empty darkness of his room as he lie awake each night, dreading what he'd see when he'd close his eyes. you weren't the scars on his chest or the bullet wounds in his back. you weren't the words that tore him down and made him look behind his shoulder whenever others were whispering.
instead, you were light. you were the warmth that welcomed him each day, the softness that invited him into yourself. you were the blanket wrapped around him, the warm hugs, the tender kisses. you were the one to bandage his wounds, the one to kiss them away. you were the soft hands that caressed his back, the gentle voice that wished him good morning, the soft hand that wrapped around his own calloused one. you were the one who smiled at him, laughed with him, loved him. you were the sweet words in his ear, playful love bites, a warm meal in somewhere he finally called home. your eyes were the ones that reflected love and comfort, not disdain or fear like everyone else he had known. you were the thing that kept his heart beating. no, even more than that, you were the one who gave his heart life again, long after he ever thought he could feel it beat again.
and that is all the reason why making love was so hard for him. after all the pain, loss, bloodshed, suffering, and nightmares he'd caused, the absolute last thing he thought he deserved was your warm, soft body letting him consume every part of you. your sweet moans in his ear contrasted so much the bloodcurdling screams he heard far more often, the weight he felt in his hands was your breasts and not bodies he dragged back to camp. your wetness guided and invited him in, so different from the wetness he felt in his eyes far too often when he was alone.
he knew he didn't deserve you. how could a broken man like him, one who escaped war criminal conviction for things he didn't want to do, deserve the only angel on earth? the same hands that gripped knives and guns and bombs also caressed the skin of a seraph, his bloodstained hands tainting the most pure, divine thing in existence. some days, konig swore he could see marks from his bloodstained hands on you. the same mouth that screamed and yelled and barked orders was the one that cooed into your ear how beautiful you were, how good you were for him, how he loved you. the same back that had been covered in body armor was the one naked to you, the same skin that he welcomed to be clawed by the least ferocious thing on earth.
konig never imagined how such a broken man like him could ever end up with you, the opposite of everything he had ever known. a broken man did not deserve a woman like you. but there you were underneath of him, moaning and pulling him in and begging for more. a broken man didn't deserve you, but you loved him anyway.
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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years
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Seraph of the End Imagine
Imagine being Krul’s sister and fell in love with Mikaela and betrayed Krul just to be with him 
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(I love this gif so much!)
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Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya x Male Reader
Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya
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Mikaela would be an overprotective and delusional yandere.
He doesn't really like humans.
The only way to make her a yandere is to remind someone of her childhood family.
The reaction would be stronger if you Remind Yuichiro.
(I don't know about you but I'll simp them a bit.)
But Mikaela wouldn’t want vampires to hurt you or humans to exploit you.
He would probably isolate you quickly.
If you remind her of a childhood friend other than Yuu, Mikaela may be lying to himself.
He just wants to believe that maybe they didn't die.
And you better play along.
Mikaela would be really clingy too.
Lots of hugs.
If you remind Yuu he would be even more clingy.
Mikaela never wants to lose loved ones again.
He would also be paranoid.
He's always afraid someone will take you away.
Now if he could get Yuu to safety too.
Then his life would be perfect.
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floareadeaur · 16 days
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Hi! Could you please write some general fluff hcs about Ferid Bathory?
• Series: Owari no Seraph/ Seraph of the End
• Pairing: Ferid Bathory x female!reader
• Author's words:
Honestly, I thought about what I could write here and found myself unable to simply string together some "fluff" ideas about Ferid. Maybe it is because I am too used to writing prose, or I find this character way too deep?
The point is that Ferid suffered a lot from the lack of genuine love from his family, Rìgr, God, the world in general. That is why I felt the need to explain a little about his whole falling in love process.
It is a brief description, and perhaps chaotic.
But I think that the most "fluffy" thing about Ferid from a romantic perspective would be his openness towards the woman he loves, showing his real nature: meditative, maybe sober, with deep philosophies and always determined for the ideal. Offering that delicacy, fragility that he hid in an attempt to survive. For him to allow himself to be vulnerable in the face of this love.
That is what I have tried to present here. And from this point, obviously, a whole dynamic is born between him and the woman he falls in love with, the one he loves.And I think I will describe this dynamic further in other posts. Those will definitely contain more explicit "fluff headcanons".
Now, I think Ferid has a very sensitive layer in his soul and we have to take him slowly.
I am sorry if it is not what you expected it to be. I find myself in the position of being very particular when writing about Ferid. I feel like I can not fit him into something "general". Or is it the fact that I would write about him continuously?
Tell me, dear anon, what do you think and if you want to continue the philosophy on his fluffy behavior in a romantic relationship. I currently have so many ideas and scenarios about this. ( thousands of them )
Ask anything about this topic, what I wrote about. I will happily answer and philosophize about Ferid in general, or his way of falling in love, of loving.
That being said, feedback is really welcome and I wish anyone who finds this post a good day!
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The world he loves
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It is not easy for Ferid Bathory to fall in love. In fact, he never did. But this boy has found himself in the position of longing for genuine love since birth.
From his parents, from his brother, from his adoptive father.
Family love betrayed him. And the one for a good God collapsed under the realization of this non-existent good god.
In general, the world in which Ferid lives has not given him love. Always only criticism, reproach, forcing unfamiliar attitudes on Ferid.
Thus Ferid shut himself up, isolating his soul behind learned attitudes in order to survive.
There was no one who loved him for who he was, for that simple fact.
Therefore, it is reasonable to say that Ferid did not meet love, but only his objectification for a certain interest.
...Superficial, broken, miserable...
Maybe these words are not too harsh to describe the world.
And yet Ferid continues to analyze and observe this very world. And his observations are never biased or incorrect.
That is why he cannot deny or not see her genuine love.
When Ferid meets this woman, his senses are on high alert. He observes her, analyzes her.
This women's presence unsettles him.
And as Ferid Bathory realizes why she seeks his presence, his unease grows.
It is difficult for him to even look her in the eye.
It is difficult for him to look into such deep eyes that remind him of the sky.
Why is she reminding him of this?
Because her eyes are the second place where Ferid finds himself looking again in the hope of being loved.
Just as he once looked up to the sky and was not honored with any answer.
Maybe that is why he is like this in the beginning.
The same arrogant noble vampire, on whose face dances the same almost mocking smiles.
Maybe for this very reason, and maybe for he thus taught himself how to hide.
Maybe, that is also why, he welcomes her to his library, at first, with the same arrogant smile and smug attitude.
Because it is an unusual situation, for which Ferid does not have a prepared answer.
It is a situation that risks touching a deep and fragile part of him.
And she touches Ferid.
There are no detailed stories of his bitter past for her to come close due the mercy of these forgotten histories, for Ferid would be a victim in her eyes.
He still hides it and just observes her. It is hard for him to bring out that unwanted boy anyway.
But slowly, his arrogance disappears.
She notices deep in his small gestures, how with time, certain suspicions of hers are confirmed.
And she sees how, from the arrogant noble who welcomes her formally in a public library, letters written personally by this noble appear.
But in his elegant writing it is not just a formal exhortation, or deceptive games.
"Please come to this room."
The room is indicated to her. The girl goes at his directions.
And after months of seeing the mask, she discovers there the man she is actually felt all this time.
The one she fell in love with.
Ferid Bathory, sitting on the edge of a bed.
The surrounding room is simple now, devoid of all those crowded and heavy ornaments, which are repeated as if obsessively in everything that always surrounds him.
Ferid himself is simple: the white shirt, without frills, the classic black trousers, the knee-high boots in black leather.
That black velvet ribbon is missing, his silver hair is undone and loose, framing his now smileless face. The red ruby ​​earrings are also gone. Perhaps the passion symbolized by their cold stones is no longer necessary.
It is just the deep, meditative look of his red eyes. Beyond that cursed shade, as if unsuited to this man's features, a concentration is now felt.
Ferid Bathory is now focused on looking only at her.
His gaze stopped wandering contrary to his facade smiles. Now he is just focused on her, to the point where he is almost intimidating.
But she feels only that living, human warmth that shudders her body and heart to the core.
Ferid finally lets that warmth out, his living passion.
And then, when he rises to his feet and approaches her, his walk is no longer dancing as if, sparkling. The filthy pomposity that adorned him, that grandeur, dissipated, not being part of his real nature.
She can now observe the elegant yet sober walk and deep gaze of a noble soul.
From the way Ferid holds out his hand to her, in which his slight smile brightens his almost melancholic face, she can see the true refinement of this man.
A deeply worked refinement, accompanied by bitter suffering.
Perhaps precisely from the way this refinement was actually gained.
From that old, oppressive childhood, which Ferid has not forgotten and she does not know about.
But which, this woman who sincerely loves Ferid, suspects.
And she is happy that he is starting to show his sincere reality. Her warm hand reaches out and rests softly in his cold one. But the contact is not like between a living and a dead one.
Another thing she noticed.
Ferid is not a dead man wounded by vampirism. He is a living man wounded by the dead world.
From here, Ferid continues to welcome her like that.
Books read together, many books read in that intimate, simple room.
He is no longer afraid to look her in the eye. The man smiles lightly, serenely. Ferid is quiet. He knows that beyond those eyes there is love for the real him. That is why Ferid cherishes that look and every moment he can spend with her.
It is a situation he has never encountered before and it is difficult for him. But happiness comes and from that is born a warm tenderness, which Ferid finally has someone to give it to.
The world is putrid and unforgiving, however, as she tells him.
"I too am a part of the world"
Ferid tries to unravel this paradox, where a genuine love for someone like him is born out of a world that should not have such a thing.
His only logical response is that she is his world.
And Ferid decides that he must protect this world that looks lovingly back at him.
The only love that does not betray him.
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