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when i get home, i’m gonna love you so well; please get me out, out of the depths of hell. — sleep talking, indigo de souza

flame reaver! phainon x royal! fem! reader

summary: a man with flames in his veins and a harsh glare set in his eyes continues to haunt your kingdom, blood staining his hands, terrorizing your citizens, and your parents. but what they don’t know is that he visits you as midnight strikes, those same hands caressing you, worshipping you. just how long until this unlawful relationship ends with one of you dead in the other’s arms?

— guys. BEAR with me. let me COOK!!!! I LOVE STAR CROSSED LOVERS inspired by a bot on janitor from the creator yunli but i tweaked some things. requests open:3

warnings: violence, just two people who’re yearning…., mentions of death and murder. no mention of y/n. mentions of reader being “young”, she is at least 24-26, dont make it weird!! slight suggestiveness in some paragraphs.. have not played the new main quest that recently came out with hyacine’s banner….. erm!! yeah!!

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he approaches the ornate balcony, heavy metal sabatons brushing against the plush carpet, that faint stench of blood and ashes clinging to his black armor, hints of yellow and blue painted on his plackart— almost chipped off, at this point. the actions were familiar, done every night once midnight struck, the reaver finding himself in the young princess’s bed, silk wrapping around their soft body, juxtaposing his scar laden one. everything was often off— their clothes, the walls he put up, the duties that plagued her.

the only thing that remained a constant was his helmet. one of his last walls the princess can’t seem to tear down, even when all of her is laid down, bare for him. her parents fuss and worry for the consequences of his actions, but all she cares about is the way his lips press against her neck, his hands wandering all over her body, squeezing, worshipping. he was a man who merely destroyed— who did not deserve anything but a slow and cruel death.

so why in the world was this.. princess, this heiress to this large, wealthy kingdom, letting a man like him in her room, in her mind, heart, and body? maybe he was in love. he never thought anything of her. all he saw was kindness. a desperation to shed the responsibilities that hung over her shoulder, and him? he wanted to do things to prove a point— that even the princess was weak when it came to him. that her kingdom was the same as her.

but somewhere along the lines, his goal had blurred, lost in the midst of sighs of ecstasy, deep kisses and an accidental confession, a soft moan of “i love you” as he bottomed out and claimed her. the memories plagued him, even as he continued with his despicable actions.

shaking his head, murmuring in annoyance as he swung himself over the marble railing, his long cloak billowing in the wind. the jet black design of his armor, along with the golden filigree carved in intricate designs gleamed in the moonlight, as if the moon herself was watching upon the interaction, waiting for the day they would be forced to part ways, forevermore.

inside, candles were lit, the scent of lavender wrapping around him, inviting him inside where there, a familiar body was waiting, sat down with her legs carefully tucked underneath her, body wrapped in the finest of silks. his large hands immediately moved to clasp off his armor, all while the heiress waited, her eyes trailing after his movements carefully.

his presence swallowed the space in her vast, beautiful chambers, filled with paintings and trinkets from afar, but tonight was not the night to admire those. tonight, he was to admire her. the soft acknowledgement of the fact that yearning curled around the both of them like an invisible string was something they could not ignore, and it seemed like fate was the one who brought them together.

“you are quite the devoted lover,” he spoke, voice quiet but gruff, the rumble of his voice resonating through him as he finally tugged off the last of his armor. a soft chuckle escaped the princess as he approached, slipping into the bed with her, his hands wandering. her breath brushes against his cold helmet, and he knows. he feels the unspoken plea of what she wants. to see him, to know he’s capable of letting himself be just as vulnerable as she lets herself feel when she’s with him, but he deliberately ignores her.

when their ancient dance finishes, the princess has her head laid on his chest, her hand tracing his scars as he plays with her hair, a quiet sense of fulfillment shared between them. the night is quiet, and a mutual understanding of what he was capable of passed through them every night. he could kill them— snuff their light out like a candle. no knight could match his prowess, and she herself was not skilled enough to defend herself him, but still, she was still. she always was.

“do you ever wonder,” he mused, fingers brushing against her scalp, “if i’ll ever slit your throat before sunrise?”

she blinks slowly, and hums. “.. a valid question. sometimes.” her voice was quiet, tired, but blunt. “you know i’m just as qualified to do the same to you, yes?” and a snicker merely escaped the flame reaver, his eyes rolling underneath his helmet. although he could not push aside that.. feeling of knowing. of slight fear— of acceptance.

“of course you are, princess,” he whispered, lying back, body relaxing for the first time in a while. his hand reaches up and covers her own, not to push her away, but to press it down against his chest, as if to still the very beat of his cursed heart. as if.. to purify it. to purify him. then, another question followed the princess. “why are you doing this?” she whispers, the words hanging in the air. why was he destroying villages, taking lives?

the flame reaver looked up at the ceiling, a breath escaping him. “your kingdom is weak, as wealthy as you all are,” he murmurs, “i take what i want. the gods favor the bold, and i am the boldest. the strongest.” his grip tightens around her hand.

“but i fear you have slipped through the cracks of my.. facade. i have memorized you in every encounter we have. every time you are pained, when you are shocked, guilty.. terrified.” he reaches up to coax her up, to lean her face closer to his helmet clad head. “you tremble. and i know what you must do,” he whispers, his voice just as delicate as her, and he can’t help but want to protect her. now, and again, and everyday after that.

he sees the glimmer of knowing in her eyes, and his large hands reach up to push the metal covering his face up, acceptance coursing his veins as his lips are shown to the princess for the first time. she wastes no time in pressing her own against his, and for the first time in his god forsaken life, he relishes at the feeling of being weak. of being with her. of having himself bare for her eyes, her hands.

he loves her, and only now, he acknowledges it, as his hands grip the back of her head, tangling in her hair as tears stain her cheeks, her hands reaching underneath her pillow, a sharp crystal dagger digging into his skin, piercing right through his heart. but no pain shot through him. only warmth as red liquid seep from his wound, staining her hands, the sheets underneath him, her body wracked with sobs, and for a moment, he wishes this wasn’t the circumstances they were under. that maybe, in another life, he was a prince, and she was still a princess, and they were arranged to wed, to live a happy life.

but life does not go the way a man would want it to be. the flame reaver has learned that from a young age. he parts from her lips for a second, breaths slow, labored. “.. i love you too.”

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need to write 4 older husband nanami like YESTERDAY

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if you could only know me (like your prayers at night) — the day you said goodnight, hale

— mydeimos x fem! wife! reader

— help.. help.. his words to phainon.. i cant breathe.. requests open!!

— warnings : MAJOR spoilers for the new quest, angst 💔💔 just tears and desperation idk!! no usage of y/n :3 devil works hard but i work extremely harder

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“i’ll be leaving okhema soon to fight the greatest darkness of the world. and to shoulder nikador’s destiny. so, listen well: if there comes a day when we meet again on the battlefield, and i stand opposed to the flame-chase..

remember to stab your sword into my back and through my tenth thoracic vertebra. that’s my weakspot, and the only way to kill me.”

mydeimos’ last words to phainon. he planned to pack up and leave, with nothing but the clothes he has on and his bloodlust coursing through his veins. but every time he gazes down at his fingers, stained with the blood of too many to count. but the twinkle of gold around his ring finger makes him hesitate. he shouldn’t hesitate. he isn’t someone who hesitates.

but the words of his wife rings in his head. “i had these rings forged! look, it’s gold. it matches your armor!” his heart clenches and he can’t bear to say goodbye. to leave her like this. but he can’t bear to see her eyes fill with tears, her hands trembling as she pleads for him to stay when he says goodbye.

too many people he’s slain, too many people grovel at his feet. but every time his wife sobs, he feels mortal. fragile. so he leaves when night has fallen over their humble abode. his wife’s body comfortable underneath the weighted blanket they share, locks messy and her face relaxed— often marred by horror and concern when she finds out he’s died for the nth time after another battle.

he prays—for the first time—that his love won’t cry when she finds out. standing at the gate, where he’ll leave and won’t come back, he exhales deeply.

“walk out of okhema and i swear to the gods, i will divorce you, mydeimos.” the frail threat hangs in the air, and the prince turns around to see his wife—beautiful, tired, and utterly radiant. his breath hitches and he swallows. “it was a mistake giving that coreflame up. you know that, my love,” he looks away, eyebrows furrowing.

“why didn’t you wake me?” she asks firmly, voice cracking in a moment of weakness. mydei knows she’s trembling, fighting the urge to hold onto him. “i didn’t want to see the only reason why i want to stay hurt because of something i did. i left you a letter, but i’m.. horrible at writing.” he groans, his armored feet moving without the intention to.

he falls in his beloved’s arms, soft, sweet, and holding him so tightly. “my love, please forgive me.” de whispers, his cold, gloved hands grasping onto his wife’s cheeks. for the first time in a while, he feels tears trail down his cheeks and her soft thumb wiping it away as she stares up at him.

“you must go. and i understand..” she presses her forehead against her husband’s, nose brushing against his as she exhales softly, “do not lose yourself. come home to me.. please.”

a swift press to her lips, his own locking onto his wife’s, a familiar gesture— but this time it’s filled with grief. longing— desperation. he pulls away just as he kisses her, and with a gentle squeeze to her arms, he leaves, disappearing with the wind.

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TAKE ME BACK , OH , DRUNKEN GODS OF SLAUGHTER ;

YOU KNOW I’VE ALWAYS BEEN YOUR FAVORITE DAUGHTER . — ‘ cassandra ’ , florence and the machines.

diwata ( philippine mythology ) : the gender neutral term for gods , goddesses , fairies , nymphs and more .

filipina . 18 , going on 67 . any pronouns . REQUESTS OPEN !

a bit of dark content ahead . rules .

hsr , gi , jjk

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the heart yearns (for what it cannot have)

— prince! nanami kento x princess! reader

— first of all, requests are open! i’m actually turning this into a real writing acc so my pinned is currently under the works! at the moment i dont write nsfw ( i have no idea how ) and i ONLY write fem readers. thanks!

— warnings : arranged marriage,nanami is extremely cold! angst no comfort, no use of y/n

the princess stared down at the big rock on her finger, dazed and utterly terrified of what’s happened. her voice from when she was little rings out in her ears: when i grow up i’ll have a loving husband! i’ll marry for love, not out of duty, that sounds so sad! i want a happy ending! gods, younger her would be so disappointed to see she married out of duty.

and for fuck’s sakes, the man she was married to barely paid attention to her. nanami kento was a cold, quiet, and calculating man. even his vows were short and spoken as if it was a chore— as if he’d disappear into thin air if he ever spoke for more than five minutes.

she doesn’t hold it to him, he probably never wanted to be married. but the princess is stubborn, always trying to bond with him, always trying to know his hobbies, interests and what makes her husband tick.

heels clack against the floor as the woman makes it a mission to find kento. turning a corner, she slows to a stop as her eyes rest on her husband standing by one of the many lavish balconies in their now shared castle.

her steps turn quiet and measured, taking her place beside him, arm brushing against kento’s.

“marriage, hmm?” her voice is quiet, hesitant, trying to find a way in. his heart is frozen in layers of ice and she knows she’s not enough to thaw it. she’s met with silence, and her heart clenches.

minutes pass by. her bones tighten and grasp onto each other in anxiety, mind racing a hundred miles per minute. she knows she’s like some insect; she’s latched onto him.

“kento, talk to me, please.” she tries again, her voice filled with raw desperation, as if she’s begging. as much as she doesn’t want it, her heart yearns for him, as if he’s the missing piece it’s been missing for as long as she’s been alive.

kento turns and stares down at his wife, expression so carefully fixed to be cold and impassive. “about what? about the fact we’re married? only lovers speak to each other the way you’re begging me to.” he practically sneers.

silence envelopes the two once more. the princess’s eyes are glazed over with unshed tears. nothing more is said, but she yearns for him too much. she clings onto him like how cling wrap grasps onto a bowl, hard to peel off. it’s easy to mold, easy to tie into knots just to satisfy someone. like him.

she loves too much— like a starved man who knows no bounds. he doesn’t love. the only thing on his mind is his duty. and when he finally turns around, his back facing the woman he married, he speaks one final time.

it’s firm, like a decision he’d made long ago, before her. “must i remind you this is.. strictly us fulfilling our duty to our parents and people? nothing more, nothing less.”

he sighs, footsteps receding, leaving his wife alone as the cold air pushes against the princess, as if embracing her.

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peace with you

— mydeimos x fem! healer reader

— first drabble methinks?:3 basically r’s the opposite of castorice. fluffy!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

— mentions of death, lowercase intended. no use of y/n, unfortunately kind of ooc!!

she was a stubborn child. climbing jagged rocks, clawing at trees only for her to slip, fall, and start crying out for her mother. weak— that’s what she was. until she was chosen to be a chrysos heir.

closed off was how she was viewed, quiet, kind. of course, mydeimos has always been brash. he teases, he pokes and creates snarky remarks out of thin air, especially with phainon.

her heart thumps. faster. she noticed it happened everytime she was with the prince, her hands shaky, mind a mess. titans above, love was such an unfamiliar concept to someone like her. blessed and cursed with immortality, born to be a servant to the people after her years of recklessness.

she can feel it, too. his.. suffering. it isn’t a secret. he’s closed off like a labyrinth she can’t quite unlock, can’t quite find her way through the dark maze.

be afraid, his fury knows no bounds, they warn, the same people who revered the man spoke, warily. he was ruthless. so why did she have to fall for someone like.. him?

the mighty healer hurts, too. not physically— that isn’t one of her capabilities. her heart aches in her chest when he gets hurt. when he dies, again and again. his wounds pain her, and she’s sure he doesn’t miss the way she trembles as a gentle warmth soothes his skin, the wounds fading into nothing but scars. disappearing into the past, like it was nothing ever serious.

but it was. it was too serious for her.

“why are you crying over me?” mydei whispers to the healer, his hands tightening into fists. his heart clenches. he wasn’t supposed to have one of those. he wasn’t supposed to feel. but gods, why does it hurt when she cries? “i’m fine. see, girl?” he huffs, feigning annoyance at the show of emotions.

but she doesn’t stop sobbing, and his tall figure softens, slouching ever so slightly. although his guard was still up, as always. without any hesitation, he reaches out, embracing the other tightly, tucking her underneath his chin.

“you take care of me every time, pretty,” he gruffly whispers, the pet name unfamiliar, but welcomed. “i’m not dying any time soon. and you aren’t either, yeah? you’ll be stuck with me until the end of times.” his calloused hand reaches down to intertwine with hers.

his lips press against her forehead, a silent promise he would never leave her, not now, not in a million years. the pain and regret plaguing him eased slowly, and he exhaled, relishing in the warmth of the healer in his arms.

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Polle Says: "Don't Vandalize Company Property!"

Nobody is going to believe Jimmy when he wakes up.

Just a stupid idea I had that what if Polle came to life and beat Jimmy up. Voice acting by https://x.com/Seigi_VA

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Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) Leon S. Kennedy [ 1 / ??? ]

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ending the year with these!! the crew in new year's outfits

(and lastly a wip of jimbo)

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Let the man enjoy his curved 40ft widescreen TV in peace

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i need this man in ways that is concerning to feminism SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE FOR HIM IM WAITING PATIENTLY😭😭

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(Hades spoilers)

I live for Hades’s forced compliments.

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What if.....

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The Japan tour of Mouthwashing the Musical was great!

(There is no such thing)

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Part 4 of the crossover!! Of course this moment was about to happen...

(I'll reblog this post with more thoughts about these two)