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[lxdymoon0357]

If you have the time, would it be possible for you to write something about the reader and Phineas being in an arranged marriage? Could be a headcannon or a oneshot.

(Warnings: mentions of poisoning.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Arranged and strange..and jealous..?

Phineas Lapileon was your dear husband, one you could actually stay on civil terms with..Of-course it was hard to actually be friendly, with his strong walls around him to refuse to let anyone in who is not his family, it was as if the entire family did not like anyone aside from their members.

Phineas was your darling husband, you adored him sure..wanted to be romantic, yes...But sadly, like his beauty, it was forbidden to have his heart it seemed, being on cold terms with you.

Asking him to go somewhere with you, it left simple but rather scathing news, "Do whatever you like, dear...I don't care, really" he'd say with a simple polite smile

But once in a while, his smile would be there, a compliment here and there, a kiss to your lips...

It was nice, it was some of the only time you actually felt like you were married to him, you knew it was rather pathetic to hold onto him if his feelings were there for someone else, but he kept civil terms with you.

Of-course conversation to conversation, Pereshati said it had something within family secret but she wasn't allowed to tell you more than that. Lapileons also mostly kept to themselves..

But Lapileons have to show face, being one of the most noble families in the empire, it was only polite.

So of-course you were there, decorated like a real-life doll with expensive clothes and jewellery, making conversations with some noble-man who was rather flattering, smiling sweetly to you,

"Well, it's not quite common to find someone to gorgeous in the empire, beauty is common..but stunning ethereal one likes yours? Rather rare..!" the man whispered, making you almost giggle..No usual how someone was this kind, as you thank them for their compliments, feeling your heart also flutter.

Phineas stood aside, downing his third glass of alcohol, Therdeo and Pereshati beside him, both of them rather concerned but ignored it..talking with other nobles to seem polite, while Phineas' eyes bore into the back of your head with the man,

"Do wherever you want..Why would you want to be with me? I'm just strange..."

That was all his mind ran on, as he watched you giggle with the man, so much happier than you ever seemed with him... Of-course it's not too long,before he actually walks over to lean over and gently kiss your lips all of a sudden,

"Dear, family is calling us" he whispered with a gentle smile making you smile back and butterflies produce in your tummy. Phineas gently helps you up with his gloves hand, his other hand was ungloved, but he kept picking at his nails with his thumbs.

As you two are walking away, he hears a little clang as the man drops his fork. As you walked ahead, he smiles turning back to the man, picking up with fork with his hands, and hands it back to him, before hissing softly,

"Don't you suppose it's rather pathetic to flatter someone else's wife? Are you really that alone and desperate? Please stop acting like a pig." he said to the man bluntly, glare in his eyes but as Phineas leaned back a small sweet smile graced his lips as he handed the fork back to the man.

Upon sitting in the carriage, Pereshati and Therdeo in another carriage, Phineas' hands stay lingering on yours as he leans his head on top of yours, being rather abnormally tall..As he fitted the other glove on his hand, smiling. Smiling softly as he gently kissed your forehead,

"my darling wife." he whispers, as you giggle and lean against him..It was rather nice when his walls fall down for you, as you gently kiss his lips, making Phineas smile, but not from the kiss...

Phineas can almost hear the cry of the man gasping for breath from the poison in his throat from Phineas's nail where he made himself bleed by picking at it in his head..and it's rejuvenating.

[lxdymoon0357]

Awwwhhhh, thank you!!! I'm always trying to do my best to be consistent, even if I fail...sorry!!

x reader fanfic writers please just know that i love you thanks and good night

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Are you going to draw Harvey in his winter outfit? Only asking because I love that man so much and when I saw him in that trenchcoat he looked like a romance novel love interest to me

YESSSSS... YES!!!!! i've actually been itching to draw his winter fit!!

1.6 outfit spoilers!! 👇

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[navybrat817]

Back to the Office

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You got back to the office to get your phone and stumble upon something you shouldn't have seen.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Dark AU, minor character death, mention of blood, threat of violence, kidnapping, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @youdontknow-things requested Bucky and a visit Under the Boardwalk (dark) with prompt #28 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You quietly entered the building and sighed when you caught the time on the clock nearby. Most of the lights were off since everyone was gone for the night, but you didn't mind since you wouldn't be there for long. You just couldn't believe you made it all the way home before you realized that you forgot your phone, too preoccupied with reading a new book on the train. It was a downside of having to go into the office three days a week. Now you’d have to rush to make dinner or order out once you got back.

At least your desk was on the first floor and you could work from home tomorrow.

You passed by a few cubicles and shook your head once you made it to yours. It wasn't much, but it was still your space. “There you are,” you muttered, your phone sitting right beside your keyboard where you left it. Grabbing it, you smiled to yourself when you saw a text from your mom. She was always checking on you.

Just as you were about to respond, you noticed a dim light out of the corner of your eye. It was coming from your boss’s office. You should've known he was still there since it wasn't unusual for him to stay late. He was the kind of boss who showed up first and left last. He also had a good sense of humor to balance out his hard work ethic.

You walked down the hall before you could stop yourself and knocked twice on the cracked open door. He didn't say anything, but his rule was you could always go in if the door wasn't shut and locked. “You know, the company won't go under if you go home,” you giggled as you pushed the door open completely.

Your laughter died in your throat when you saw your boss facedown on the floor in a pool of his own blood. The sight and coppery scent that filled the room made your stomach roll and you tried to force air into your lungs as your phone fell from your hand. You felt paralyzed, unable to go to his side to check his pulse. But from how still his body was, you sensed he was dead.

What happened to him?

“You aren't supposed to be here.”

A deep and oddly pleasant voice you didn't recognize drew your attention past the body to the desk. A tall man clad in black from head to toe met your wide-eyed stare with a soft smile. With cobalt eyes, long dark hair, and broad shoulders, you would've found yourself attracted to him in any other scenario. But this stranger exuded danger.

You were in trouble.

“W-Who are you?” You asked, unable to keep your voice even. “What happened to him?” You added, not wanting to outright accuse him of anything.

He tilted his head. “I’d tell you, but…” He winked, the rest of the statement hanging in the air as the tension skyrocketed.

I’d have to kill you.

Your legs shook before you took one step back. The second step you took made him frown. The third stepped he moved toward you. You turned and ran as fast as your feet could carry you. If he caught you, would you end up in a pool of your own blood, too?

Blame it on fear or disorientation, but you took off in the wrong direction. Instead of heading toward the front of the building like you should've, you went straight toward the supply closet at the other end. Your hand shook as you locked it behind you, your legs giving out as you caught your breath.

Fear raced down your spine as you cowered on the floor, blankly staring at the door in front of you as you hugged your knees to your chest. You bit your lip and tried not to make a sound when slow footsteps approached. Maybe there was a chance that the man didn't see where you went. It was a stupidly optimistic thought.

And you couldn't believe you dropped your phone. You could've tried to call or text someone for help. Would it have done you any good though? By the time anyone got there…

“I know you're still here and I’m sorry. I was kidding with that whole ‘I’d tell you, but I’d have to kill you’ implication. Bad joke given the circumstances.” His voice rang out clearly through the door. “Bet you’ve never seen a dead body before. I know it can be quite a shock.”

The image of your boss dead in his office was one that would haunt you.

“Everyone calls me Bucky,” he said, so casually that it unnerved you. How was he so calm? “It's a nickname.”

You never heard your boss or anyone around the office mention someone named Bucky. It was a name you would've remembered since it wasn't exactly common. What did he want?

“I was sent here to kill your boss. As you can see, I succeeded,” he continued when you didn’t respond, his voice slightly louder. Closer. “I’m very good at my job.”

You whined, tears burning your eyes. Your boss was kind to everyone. He had a family. Why would anyone want to cause him harm?

“Bet you didn't know he was mixed up with some bad people. Ones who aren't so forgiving with anyone who tries to steal from them. Of course you wouldn’t know. Why would you?” He mused.

Your heart pounded when he stopped in front of the door, his feet blocking out some of the light that came through. You backed up more as if that would help you. Whatever your boss was mixed up in, it didn't justify killing him.

“Sorry you had to see the aftermath. Like I said though, you weren't supposed to be here,” he went on, knocking twice on the door and making you jump. “Can’t say I’m entirely upset that you're here. My team and I like to be thorough when we research our clients. So, naturally, we have a file on you.”

You clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming or yelling at him. He didn't really have a file on you, did he? He was just toying with you. He had to be.

But when he spoke your name like honey on his tongue, you knew he was serious.

“Been working here for what? A few years now? Kind to everyone at the office. Their ‘go-to’ when they need help, but you’re underappreciated. No one even thanked you for that cake you brought in earlier this week.” Your stomach dropped when he chuckled. How did he know? “And you haven't gone on a date in about six months. Bet you're pent up. I can help with that.”

Your skin crawled, but you stayed quiet. Your life didn't concern him. Except in a strange way it did. Because your life was now in his hands.

A sigh came from the other end of the door. “I know you won't believe me, but I won't kill you. You’re innocent in this. I do have to take you with me though because I can't trust that you won't go to the cops. Can't have loose ends. You understand that, right?” Bucky said, his tone almost pleading with you to see it his way before he knocked twice again. “So open the door.”

No. You couldn't go with him. The man was a killer. “I won't go to the cops,” you promised once you lowered your hand from your mouth. You just wanted to go home. “I won't tell anyone what I saw.”

He chuckled again. “You’re so cute. And you're a good girl, aren't you?”

Heat spread up your neck. “Please, if you just-”

“You have two options. First option, you stay in there and I break down the door. If I have to do that, I'll drag you to my car, throw you in the trunk, and chain you up in the basement once we get to my home.” Fear shot through your body. “I'll feed you bread and water so that you don't starve, but it'll keep you weak enough that you won't be able to run far or fight back should you get out of your chains. Who knows how long I’ll keep you down there?”

Your mouth parted in horror and you wondered if he could hear how hard your heart pounded through the door.

“Oh. And I'll go through the contacts on your phone and start killing them off. One by one.” He paused when you choked on a sob. “I'll start with your mom and dad.”

Squeezing your eyes shut didn't stop a tear from falling. “Please, don't,” you begged. You couldn't let anything happen to them.

“Now that's the first option,” he said in a gentler tone. “The second? You open the door and come with me. I'll hold your hand while you sit beside me in the car and I'll make sure you're nice and comfortable when I take you into my home. I’ll feed and care for you, and your loved ones will be safe.”

A shuddering breath left your lungs. Going with him willingly was the lesser of two evils. “If I go with you, you really won't hurt my family or friends?”

“You have my word, doll face.”

He could snap your neck the second you opened the door. He certainly looked strong enough to end your life without breaking a sweat. Could you trust him to keep his word? Did it matter? You sealed your fate the second you came back to the office.

At least if you went with him, there was no reason for him to hurt anyone else, right?

“You said you had a team. What about them?” You asked, sniffling as another tear fell. Would they want you dead?

He cooed, like it would comfort you in a sense. “Don't worry about my team. They’ll be here soon to take care of the mess, but they won't lay a finger on you. You have my word for that, too. Just open the door.”

If you let too much time pass, he’d likely make good on his promise to break down the door and everything else after. “Okay, Bucky,” you said, as if saying his name would humanize him. You pushed yourself to your feet, wiped your eyes, and reached for the door handle. “I’m going to trust that you’ll keep your word.”

You barely had the door open before he reached in and grabbed your arm, yanking you out so you were nearly pressed up against him. Instead of pain like you expected, it was surprisingly gentle. His iron grip wasn't breakable though and there was no use in fighting. He won. Both of you knew it.

“I like how you say my name,” he smirked, holding up your phone before he pocketed it. You made a sound before he shushed you. “I won’t hurt them since you came out here willingly, but I can’t exactly give your phone back to you now, can I?”

“I guess not.” You swallowed, your throat dry. He pulled you close and you wished you could pull away. “When will you let me go?” You asked, hoping in your heart that he'd grow bored of having you around and set you free.

His brows furrowed, confused by your question. “Never,” he stated.

A single word snuffed out the hope like an extinguished flame on a candle.

“Never?” You whispered, fear filling you all over again when you looked into his eyes. You saw your future in them, something dark and cold. You longed to feel warm. “But my-”

“I have my very own doll to play with now, so why would I let you go? Oh, don't be so tense. I promised I’d take care of you.” With a loving smile, he used the other hand to caress your cheek. You would've collapsed in a heap if he wasn't holding you. “Let’s go home.”

Home to him. A prison to you. All because you just had to go back to the office.

So, that happened. Maybe we can revisit this yandere-like Bucky in the future? What do we think? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[embrosegraves]

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Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader When Y/n isn't there for two races, Oscar discovers that he's far more attached than he thought he was. At least it's almost the mid-year break!

Warnings: my usuals :P

⋆Ember's Notes⋆ This is gonna be the last ABIN chapter until the end of the summer break. I would like to post thing in the interim but there's a few thing happening IRL (like me turning 20 next week !!!!) that might get in the way of that but we'll see. Enjoy <3

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[thecutestgrotto]

hello! any way you could possibly do some severance themed dividers? if not maybe just some blue & white or retro-futurism ones?

Hey anon, I went with the blue and white theme since I’m super unfamiliar with severance, but I hope these fit for what you need 💗

Futuristic

[lapinhearts]

yuu shows heartslabyul media from their world - a tragedy

[dinomintz]

various oot doodles.

I consistently figure out the solution to a puzzle, but second guess myself and proceed to run around all of hyrule before caving and looking it up on zeldadungeon.net and learn that yes, I had it right the first time but was slightly off.

[ronearoundblindly]

I am sorry but I'm going to need a Ransom story with this prompt. It can be RoaR or a one-off, he can love it or hate it in this space, he can see it over Reader's shoulder on the computer screen, your choice!

o.0 oh boi oh boi oh boi! Fall Vibes but it's gonna be my summer challenge submission to @the-slumberparty's Sundae Bar, featuring the flavors Cookies and Cream (soulmates) and Rocky Road (rags to riches) with the topping Oreos (marriage of convenience (reluctantly)). Also my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18's Birthday Bonenanza, featuring a babe in love and cranky about it + "can you just...hold me please?"

For Show Ransom Drysdale x poor!soulmate!reader

Summary: Ransom hates that you--his soulmate and wife--are nothing like him.

Warnings for smut and Ran's a**hole brain (rude, nasty thoughts that he barely even believes). Classic Lexi--this is cheeky, y'all, but you know it's because I can't help myself... MINORS DNI. Find all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist. WC 2.1k

Ran didn’t believe in love to start, but this is fucking ridiculous. Opposites attract? Get wrecked, asshole. He’s keeping opposites on the other side of the house. It’s not far enough.

It’s standard practice for the confirmation of matching soulmarks to act as a de facto marriage contract—common law, if you like,—and Ransom Drysdale fought tooth and nail to make you prove you had his name on you. He needed to see it with his own eyes or fuck that shit.

His is obvious; he can show it off. In fact, Ran is surprised by how long it took you to come forward, considering his family and status, considering his lifestyle of being very visible.

But no, he had to wait for a fucking database to pop out record of his match from your healthcare provider, and he had wait for that because the government knew about your health…because they know such things…about people who need their fucking money. The registration of soulmarks puts the financial responsibility on the soulmate if they end up having the means.

Now Ran is responsible for you, a woman he made lower the front of her panties in open court to reveal his goddamn name in his own goddamn handwriting imprinted right above her goddamn cunt, and suddenly it became his cunt, his problem, his responsibility.

You’re not even fun. You had no money and didn’t care to have any, so you moved your few, ratty belongings into his home, replacing nothing, offering nothing in return for his—well, in return for every fucking thing he has now being yours, too. It’s so fucked.

You don’t want to show off, and he has no intention of showing you off. He can’t be seen with you, not without the proper clothes or jewelry, and you refused to get them. Instead, Ransom leaves you alone in the house, doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, as always. He won’t talk to you because he just gets furious every time. He’s not going to have deep conversations about the state of the world, though he might have one social justice issue he can fight for: the mother-fucking law that made you his wife without question.

Ran slams the kitchen cabinet storing all-white, matching stoneware mugs when he notices what’s missing: your single, sad, flea market mug. It’s clay so it always looks dirty, and he hates it.

He lightly punches his own neck in irritation.

He didn’t stand a chance fighting the marriage, not with your name in deep, port red letters creeping up his throat, higher than any turtleneck he’s ever owned. Coupled with his legal name resting snuggly beneath your pubes, it was obviously, technically accurate that you’re soulmates. When was the last time someone challenged that system, he thinks. That might be a better use of his money than—

Where are you anyway?

For all his annoyance, he hasn’t set eyes on you for days.

His house is large enough (and he spends so much time anywhere else) that you have your own room, which you didn’t question, and the kitchen is easy enough to share when one of you eats out with other people (as he does two to three times a day). You get the slightly bigger and more formal living room while Ran gets the den with the big TV. Really it’s been the perfect system for almost forgetting you exist.

He pours tea into his clean, white mug and leaves said big TV fairly loud on some program he wasn’t paying attention to, leaning over the granite countertop to see if he can spot you from this angle.

No luck.

He steps closer, sipping.

A little closer, more sipping, a purposeful smack of his lips to grab your attention if you are just around the corner.

There are two openings, both far larger than doorways, to the living room, each through the central hall. When he doesn’t immediately see you, he steps to the farther opening. What the—

What’d you do to his couch?

Is that every single pillow and blanket from your side of the house?

Did Yankee Candle Company throw up in here?

What, the fucking fireplace wasn’t enough ambiance for you? You had to make some sort of nest with his stuff? And there’s that ugly-ass mug, no coaster, on his super-expensive, reclaimed hardwood coffee table.

A pillow shifts.

No, not a pillow; it’s your back, and when you shift again, Ran sees one of the plush throw blankets slink farther down your bare skin. It’s the largest swath of your body he’s ever seen.

You lay with your arms folded, peering out the windows behind the couch, and you still haven’t fucking noticed him.

He huffs before realizing he isn’t listening to the faint TV anymore, but when he ticks his head, he sees your TV isn’t on either.

“”I think of nothing but you as I fall asleep at night”—” Ran hears a woman’s voice fake a deeper tone before switching to normal “—Javier says, pulling her soft curves into his hard body—”

You sigh dreamily and wiggle on the cushions. The blanket slides over the swell of your ass.

Ran stops moving mid-sip of tea.

“”Please, my darling, let me have you—“ this is fucking terrible, he thinks “—as only a lover can.””

Alright, now Ransom is just sad. You’re naked in his living room, rubbing your thighs together and listening to an erotic novel on your phone.

“Chloe felt his digits dance across her clavicle, his eyes enchanted by her heaving bosom…”

Go out to a club or restaurant with him? No. Wear nice clothes he could buy you? Nope.

“”Javi,” she gasps, distracted by his rough palm groping her breast hungrily, “I can’t believe you want me.””

Ran is going to fucking gag at the whining appall in the narrator’s voice.

Why listen to this awful shit instead of show off him as your husband? From the quick shiver racing down your spine and the curl of your toes where they hang over the cushion’s edge, it’s because you’re fucking horny for it.

Good god, how low are your standards?

He stalks forward, feet hitting the floor hard until he reaches the plush rug.

Startled, you peer over your shoulder at him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights, and you begin scrambling to recover yourself.

Ran puts his cup down by yours. “Don’t move,” he orders, and to his surprise, you obey, keeping you head turned his direction and sinking back into the pillows.

“”How could you doubt? From the moment I met you, I adored you.””

He swivels to face the same direction as you, reaches out his hand and mime the stroke he’s contemplating tracing over your curves.

“”I’m yours,” Chloe breathes, Javier’s growing member signaling his desire against her silk-covered core.”

Ran finally bends until the tip of his middle finger grazes the inside of your thigh.

As he drags it over one cheek and down the other, you whine and push your ass toward his hand.

That’s…not bad, all things considered. You are his wife, after all, and you clearly want to be fucked. He won’t argue that having some other woman’s name scrawled on him hasn’t limited his game for quite a while. Financially independent or not, when a pussy is presented to him, Ransom will say ‘yes.’

He stops noticing the audio from your phone and just dives in, no sentiments or kind words of his own. He simply unbuckles his belt, pops the button of this jeans, and rips that zipper down before teasing your folds to find enough slick at your entrance to swirl around. He spreads you and your wetness with purpose. Each second that passes drives Ransom a little bit more insane.

Impatient, strung out like a virgin on prom night, he rushes to shove his pants out of the way and kicks one knee up between your legs, his other foot still on the floor. He pumps his fingers inside you until he’s knuckle-deep and nearly dripping, manhandling your hips to the right height to sink his tip into you.

Ran groans at how fucking good you feel. He’s probably just desperate. He’d be excited about any ol’ means to come right now.

He snaps his hips in small thrusts until his whole length glides in and out in seamless stimulation. You’ve buried your face in the pillow, so he can’t hear if you make any noise. He can, however, see your hands scratch at the upholstery and clench into fists. He can see you deepen the arch of your back, angling his dick to fuck just slightly down through your channel. The pressure squeezes the spongy head of his cock like a vice. He’ll never say it out loud, but your pussy is fucking perfect. God fucking dammit.

Ransom relentlessly drives into you, catching the sideview of your breasts bouncing each time his thighs slap yours. He smacks your ass once just to see if it jiggles for him, and that’s when your hand snakes to disappear between your legs. He expects you’re going for your clit which is good because he’s about to get off and get lost, but instead, he feels your soft fingers cup his balls.

He’s so enamored by the sensation that he switches to tiny pulses deep in your cunt while your hand wraps and rolls his sac gently. Twitching and tensing, Ran unabashedly moans until your walls constrict around his length.

He’s got to make you do that again.

Ransom collapses forward to lean over you, his own hand diving to find your clit, resting his palm right over your mound and soulmark. Every inch of his body burns hot with need. He humps wildly, resting his chin over your shoulder.

“”I don’t care how, Javi, just stick it in there. I need you. I need you so badly…””

“Jesus Christ,” Ran growls, “are they still not fucking?”

A giggle bursts from your lips, a sweet, happy sound he’s never heard from you before, and you reach for him. Your palm lands on his soulmark, your fingers curling to scratch the hairs at the nape of his neck, and there’s…there’s…

He can’t comprehend how your body fits his so well. He can’t reconcile this sudden swell of obsession in his gut for you. He’s enveloped in a binary system of souls, gravity tugging at that connection between you.

Ran doesn’t believe in love or destiny. He refuses. He believes in pleasure and perception, in accumulation and ownership.

The only thought left in his static-filled head is mine, mine, mine, mine.

He falls over the edge first, a satisfied shout punctuating each spurt he plants within you, furiously working your messy clit and kneading one breast in his free hand until he feels that squeeze again, and again, and again, dying to a flutter just as your shared cum leaks out around his cock.

By this time, Ran is panting and resting a sizable portion of his weight on you, knees knocked loose in his onslaught, pushing you both flat to the chaise cushion, feet dangling off the end.

You still hold each other’s mark in a comforting palm.

He’s speechless as the room fills with heated love declarations amidst passionate sex and bad dialogue. Ran tries to catch his fucking breath. He’s glad you don’t speak either.

Everything about his life—his past, his present, his future—sits utterly raw in front of him, and he can’t cope.

He makes the mistake of peeling his body off yours, releasing you and dislodging your hand. The cold emptiness which immediately sweeps over him is sickening, and Ran barely waits for you to roll onto your back before he wedges himself between your legs again, instinctually laying on his side, pressing his sweater-clad shoulder against your sopping folds just so he can rest his soulmark right on top of yours.

Euphoria returns to his body and mind, thick like honey and all-consuming.

He doesn’t want to admit it. He doesn’t want to talk about. He doesn’t want to live a moment without you.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Mercifully, the audio speaks for him.

“”Can you just…hold me please? That was…that was…””

“”So intense,” Javier rumbles, “so beautiful.””

Ransom, the preening trust fund baby, has finally found something all his own, something he doesn’t want to share, something shown only for him.

He refuses, however, to call it ‘love’…

…yet.

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

A/N: I'm fine.

[lxdymoon0357]

Hey how are you doing I hope. Can I request a yandere Phileo Boleoti x f reader. In which reader is leonia's assigned nanny. Phileo Boleoti from I become the male lead adopted daughter 😶‍🌫️

(Thank you for this request!! Warnings: mentions of child abuse, kidnapping, manipulation, using Leonia a manipulation bait, murder, isolation, starvation, accusations)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Yandere! Phileo Boleoti X Nanny! Reader

╬ Phileo had of-course met you because you were Leonia's nanny..caring for the rambunctious kid of his who ran around, salivating over muscles. He had always been thankful to you sort of for keeping her out of trouble, he was usually so tired caring for her.

╬ It wasn't long before he was close with you, almost actually being friends and Leonia of-course caught on..she was weirdly smart like that. Teasing him for hours on end and almost revealing his feelings, but he kept her quiet with candies and stuff...thank the lord.

╬ Leonia was so excited when Phileo did eventually ask you out. She was adamant on planning everything and threatened to disown her dad if he hurt you. And eventually she was also the one to suggest the kidnapping and everything innocently as if it was a passing comment, but she utterly meant to give her father the suggestion to kidnap to keep you locked to her, she loves you! You're her mum now!

╬ Phielo is very protective, easy guess. Like Leonia, most people won't be fucking with you if they see the Boleoti family symbol on your clothing, coats or jewellery. You're forced into wearing them, Vera and Rupert are the one to make sure you're okay. Levipath is your guard when Leonia is spending time with you, making sure you're okay but above all also making sure Leonia won't get hurt by any outbursts you do out of loneliness, anger, sadness and stuff, she cannot afford it.

╬ But it doesn't mean he's nice all the time, he does have a few punishments, mostly soft ones like starving you for a day or two, but is face is just so intimidating, you don't get the easy habit of actually walking over his rules and lines. He's very strict and stern on rules, though he does let you free a bit on his rules, but he makes sure you follow it like a good girl.

╬ Phileo is very much adamant on having NO person who can admire you more than him, it's easier to haunt them down with accusations of breeding illegal monsters for exotic pet trade. He'll plant it on the person and their family, no mercy or remorse in his veins...The hell are they gonna do? Accuse the GRAND DUKE?! It has to be a deranged joke.

╬ Phileo sometimes feels it's too far, but he does use Leonia as a way to keep you locked down to him. You're bound to get connected to Leonia seeing how you're her nanny and also because she's a kid and you're gonna get protective, he'll use Leonia as a way to keep you tied to him as long as stockholm syndrome kicks in.

╬ There is no way he's going to let you go, that much is easy to tell. He'll literally put you on blacklist with a criminal record on abusing kids so no one will hire you as a nanny so even if you escape, you will not last long in the world without a job as a nanny. He'll make sure you have no one else but him and Leonia in your life. Accusations, crime record, he'll do anything in his power to keep you as down as possible.

╬ Leonia is also smart enough, being old enough..she'll go with anything her father tells her to, she'll listen to everything he says, manipulate you even more since you're her nanny and all. She isn't actually allowed to spend too much time with you now though, just for her safety in Phileo's opinion until you're utterly used to this lifestyle, Leonia has a new nanny whom she does not like AT ALL!

╬ Phileo has few trusted people to even interact with you, with a few maids. Those people don't even include Rupert, only Vera, Levipath and Leonia to interact with you. Rupert might agree to not see you for his own safety since he know a little mistake could risk his life too even as Phileo's dear friend. He didn't want it, and he didn't want to involve himself, though he does serve you seriously and makes sure you're living normally.

╬ Phileo often takes his competition to his monster expeditions and kills them there, if they are somewhere in his guard-ship or his staff, or they plant crimes on the person, like I said about illegally breeding monsters for illegal exotic pet trade, but other types of crimes as well, if they are someone else. He is not afraid to even plant crimes or dig up as much dirt as possible on other nobles.

╬ Vera like to keep you in line for honor and image of the Boleoti, she's possibly the only Phileo trusts you with, he even trusts her to raise her hand on you if it meant to keep you in line, somehow. Of-course Vera only hit you if you're like VERY out of line and disobedient, she'll use your trauma against you, if you have any, but he usually doesn't, she's a calm woman for the lady of the house after all.

[cerine0357]

How yandere Dejino Shimizu, Dejiyo Shimizu, Reo Takahashi, Raemous react to his female S/O looking into their eyes and saying he's glad they were born and he cares for them and that they are the best thing that ever happened in his life and I would not be happy if they never existed.

Yandere! OC: Shimizu family, MorningStar Court, Elentia Acurioun:-

. Dejino Shimizu, Dejiyo Shimizu, Reo Takahashi, Raemous X Reader

⋹ Summary: Maybe it was too much or maybe it was love....Why was it so easy for you to say now then before when you were kidnapped???

⋹ Dark content, trigger warnings!!! Angst? fluff, scenario|| Established relationship....?|| Warnings: mentions of gun, blood, kidnapped, Stockholm syndrome? murder, attempted suicide, mention of abusive parents|| Yandere versions of OCs....

⋹ Author's note: Thank you for requesting this!! I enjoyed writing this and was feeling a dangerous type of fluffy....Idk bro...

Lacey Lifeline...

The sound of the wind-chime jingling to the wind, as the pretty colors it shed as the sunlight went through it as you lay on the bed your back facing the door…It was one of the only comforting things in life. They didn't care, you both got into a huge argument which resulted in you crying your eyes out after they tied you up yet again….

I mean you did try to escape, when they accidentally in a hurry left their door open, and since they let you walk around the house because they had begun to trust you a bit, but not a lot, but you took advantage of that by trying to escape… And they caught you and took you back, tied you up and you both got into a huge argument…

You thought sleeping off would be better but the only thing you cared about was how much they have changed, how they used to care for you, before kidnapping you…As the door opened, they entered the room crying their eyes out, all while sniffling and sobbing...And it was something they haven't done in a while..

Dejiyo Shimizu

Dejiyo was someone who never cried as she was always the strong one of her siblings along with Ayako, the other girls were more docile, they were like royalties while she was like a knight...Hearing her wail so badly wasn't something she wanted you to hear today.

her wails probably didn't concern you because why wouldn't you hate her? Didn't she kidnap you? Didn't she took away your freedom under the excuse she loved you and that you were only safe under her watch? Yes.....she did, but she was honestly the biggest sweetheart you've probably ever met, if she hadn't kidnapped you you'd probably had liked her, but she took you away and keeps you in one place....So why is she feeling so guilty?

She did what she thought was correct, but these tears streaming down her cheeks gave proof of the opposite, Dejino and others felt their blood boil seeing her cry, but upon mentioning you, he couldn't do anything, you were hers and hurting you will make her sad, they and especially he didn't want that...

Her crying still didn't stop as she resisted the urge to slip into bed with you, you hated her but she couldn't pass up this chance, could she? She definitely couldn't...how embarrassing could she be? She was sleeping in your bed after SHE tied YOU up and forced YOU to be in love with HER....Yet there must be something cause she couldn't resist seeking comfort from you..

She slowly lifted your shirt and slid herself under it putting her arms around your neck and crying her eyes on your chest, you skin getting sticky and wet as her tears dropped from her eyes, onto her nose or your skin as she wailed into your chest...

Unluckily for her, you were awake, though you were angry with her for acting that way, you just couldn't help but feel bad...You knew it would be right for you to do this, but you couldn't help as you put your arms under your shirt and around her waist..

The moment your hands touched her, she seemingly froze, and she continued to stay that was until you lifted your shirt a little and pulled her out, what you met was a blushing, red faced Dejiyo who had a love sick look in her surprised eyes as she slowly creeped her head up to look at your face which had a small smile.

She sat up as she apologized over and over as you tried saying it's fine but her embarrassed and happy and sad tears pouring out of her eyes and her nose, lips and cheeks completely red. Though you tried speaking, her apologies seemed to make her deaf so, as to shut her up, in the middle of her apologizing profusely, you cupped her cheek quieting her for a second as you kissed her which effectively shut her up and made her freeze from overheating...You pulled away from her after a few seconds, as she stared down in sudden shyness as she tried to calm herself, as you lifted her face by putting your finger under her chin and said,

"You know...this may sound weird but I really like the fact that you were born...I liked you in the beginning, but since the moment this happened, I got a bit scared but I guess you were the still the same the Dejiyo I liked.." You said with a smile as you looked in her amber eyes in which she held the strongest love which was for you and only you...

Dejino Shimizu

His sniffling and silent sobs made you sit up from the bed, but seeing the bottle and his drunken self made you a bit alarmed as you shifted back a bit scared of what will happen now, but you felt bad for him and the fact that your heart was aching...

Seeing you shift away from him, he immediately broke and crashed down to the floor, the glass bottle breaking and the wine dripping all over the floor along with green glass, as Dejino's wails filled the room; they were filled with agony and devastation, it didn't help you as he cried and his breathe became heavier as he started hyperventilating as he crawled into one corner of the room through the debris all while crying, whispering "I'm a monster, I'm sorry and I love you" s over and over...

all while mumbling and crying his eyes out, the glass shards of the bottle leaving cuts on him making him bleed as he crawled into a corner as to maybe protect himself, the sight was gruesome and made you feel bad for him as for the first time, he didn't look like the scary psycho he seemed to be as for his daily need of blood...

You don't know what to do except hear your heart saying to calm him down and tell him you love him, cause this pitiful and heart crushing sight of yours was something you couldn't handle...So you did what your heart told you, despite your brain saying it was a trap..

You slowly got down from the bed and gently walked towards Dejino, caring that you didn't step into the glass shards or the wine, slowly and calmly as to make sure he wasn't frightened in this delicate moment cause not only would it be harmful for you, but also for him.. You slowly walked towards him and bent down and sat in front of him, as he hyperventilated as though you were his biggest nightmare, he flinched from the moment you tried touching him or speaking, he's cry more loudly and would move back as to not let you touch him in anyway possible...

And this wasn't going to work as he his cuts which had glass shards on them buried deeper into his skin and he was potentially harming himself. You very slowly moved your head towards his face, "Dejino...Shhh." You whispered as he suddenly froze a bit hearing you call his name...

Maybe it was the tenderness in the way you called it, the way you were willing to touch him, the way you were acknowledging him as someone ho wasn't going to hurt you, maybe the reason his sobs were silenced a bit, though whimpers and whines were still bubbling out his throat, this time he didn't move back, cry louder or push you away, as you laid your hands on his warm and wet cheeks, slowly stroking your thumb across the spam of it, as you cooed and hugged him to your chest...

"Dejino....you really are the best thing that happened to me.." you said before he pulled you in a kiss, you for the first time ever with him reciprocated his affection and this made him beam more brightly than anyone in the history forever had ever seen him, the warmth of the kiss was too much for him to pull away from but he pulled away for a second as to kiss your cheek before kissing your lips again, though a bit surprised by this action, you still smiled and kissed him back while hugging him close to your body as the warmth of your love finally being returned brightened up his face in the prettiest way possible, even with the numerous cuts on his body...

Reo Takahashi

"...I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean to hurt you!!..." Reo whined and cried to your sleeping back which was facing the door and thus him as he cries...He was a mafia boss and it's not expected of a mafia to cry..so another reason why Reo thinks he is not suitable to live, his mother always wanted him to grow up and be perfect, yet he couldn't even do that...he was useless, wasn't he?

You sat up angrily, knowing he wasn't sorry in the slightest! You sat and looked at him saying, "Yeah? You think so?...I know I'm not usually very open about these things, but I don't believe you...I mean why would I?" You asked in anger as he looked at you with teary and glossy, swollen eyes, his bruised and beaten up face...from his self-hatred which led to him beating himself up...He knew he wasn't deserving of things as beautiful as your love, maybe it belonged to his brother, or....

Maybe Allistor, but he couldn't help himself but be selfish for once....Why was it so hard on his body to hear you talk horribly to him, would you be happy if he never came into your life, would you be happy if he let wasn't such a ugly person, would you be happy if he didn't exist?

"..ugh...I'm sorry.." He sobbed taking out his gun and thinking he was gonna shoot you you put your arms in front to protect yourself, this was his last straw...When you didn't hear or feel anything, you removed your arms to see Reo closer to you offering you his gun, you take it a bit confused when he stands on his knees on the foot of the bed, smiling and crying his eyes out holding your hand..

Before taking a deep breathe, held brought your hands to the gun and pointed it at his head, and whispered, "Please do it..."I love you.." and this moment suddenly blew out your flame and suddenly the anger and fury turned into fear and sadness....

The raging fire was blown out by the coldest wind and ice water which was too cold for you to bear..as tears suddenly blurred your vision of a beaten up Reo, who m you enjoyed spending time with, even though he was too obsessive and possessive, the Reo who made sure to know what you liked and exactly how you liked, the Reo who despite being a mafia was still too much of a sweetheart unaware and well aware of the monsters crawling this world...the Reo who was so lovesick and so desperately obsessed that would break if he wasn't taken care of..sensitively...

Your hand on the trigger moved a slightly before you dropped the gun and lunged on him, off the bed and fell into the ground in his embrace which he never thought he'd feel..Your tears which fell down your cheeks and onto his thing cotton shirt, which made it wet along with his skin, and the tears scarring down his cheeks which made his bruised skin wet, made him realize that maybe....JUST maybe...he had a way to be in love with you..

Raemous

"..You're gonna apologize?" Raemous asked in the most tender voice you'd probably ever hear if it not coming from him, you both were stubborn, but you knew the amount of trust he put into you took him so long and you blew it like the smallest of sparks...what was wrong with you?

But you weren't gonna apologize, no! Why should you apologize, when he's keeping you in one place like this... You had a bad past with bullies, hateful people, betrayers, abusive parents and other things and thus made a contract with him and through the contract, he became more and more obsessed and then stopped you from being anywhere else completely...

You and him were both stubborn, playful and more on the chaotic side and so this argument where neither of you want to back down and apologize, so it ended with you in your room crying as Raemous sat beside you, you both angry...

As you both sat in bed, you crying your eyes out and him just staying there awkwardly in sadness, him also crying but quietly as he took deep breathes...

"Listen.. You know nobody in your old life wanted you...right?" Raemous spoke and god did it hit a nerve as you turned to him and said, "WHAT?! You mean to say those people who cared about me, didn't like me and that's why you kidnapped me??" You angrily spoke

"....You know they betrayed you, why are you still trying to hide it?! YOU FORMED A CONTRACT WITH ME FOR THAT PARTICULAR REASON!" Raemous yelled his rage showing in his eyes, your eyes started to water up yet again as you sobbed while hitting his shoulders angrily and gently, but enough to maybe bruise him a bit, "...I know.." You whined out from your whimpers as Raemous sighed before hugging you tightly, which you embraced more strongly not wanting to leave him as he picked you up and sat you on his lap,

"You know nobody in your old life wanted you....they hated your flaws which I have seen and I still love and want you more than anyone in this world because I know they are still a part of someone I fell in love with..." He spoke as he stroked your wet cheeks, which had tears streaming down form,

"It's fine that you ran away, it's okay, I know you felt it was a mistake in the middle of our arguments...it's fine, you're allowed to make mistakes with me...that's something you're allowed to do, you're human and mistakes happen by everyone, just stop doing this where you hurt not only yourself but me as well...you're learning to grow with me..It's completely normal and fine!" Raemous spoke as he kissed your lips in between sentences and all while stroking your sides and thighs..as your cried into his button-up shirt, all while he rubbed your back as well...

Maybe this was a moment, where you both need to learn something for each other...

© All three characters belong to me, Lxdymoon, Aurelia, Moon, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for ready and if you like this check out my blog!

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[zishu-arts]

what if .. what if kingnavy ... (NOT IN A TOXIC WAY THOUGH,,, IN A WAY WHERE NAVY REGRETS THINGS AND KING HELPS HIM GET THROUGH THAT,, IF YK WHAT I MEAN)

sorry anon i couldn’t do that

[teruel-a-witch]

saw your reblog and was like?? omg how dare people hate on my short, blonde, big ass butts, slutty waist, hourglass bodyshape king??? imagine hating on danny williams like all he does is looking hot, seducing and acting gay with steve and he get hate on omg

at this point, that seems like a bit that has gone too far, true h50 experience is getting into the show for the bit but then realising you are in serious trouble, and then you stop doing the bit because it's not funny anymore. some people don't know when to stop ig but in this fandom we take our danny appreciation very seriously. and so does steve and alex. never forget that alex ad-libbed it in character as steve because it felt right in the moment

[rozeliyawashereyall]

What if I said me and a few friends made a fankid for Zef and Sera.

Because guess what.

Okay SO. I'm only now getting the courage to post about her—I've had this kid held hostage in the discord for like 6 months now, so it's about time.

The gay fish dads are @obsidian-lantern characters yayaya

I don't feel like writing all the shit about her so. Doc link it is.

Yipppeee

Lots of change is bound to happen as the series goes on btw-