#[ visage || and damn don't the king look good ]

[deivorous]

[azaleaniath]

I'm bored and I don't have a life, so have another ff.

Sir Leon x Reader

word count: 1.3k

includes: fluff, arguments, arranged marriage, thunderstorms

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"Good evening, (Y/N). Where are you off to? We're awaiting a huge storm, let me escort you back to your room where it's safe. " Leon's voice called out into your direction, yet you didn't answer him. You didn't even want to see him right now.

"Damn, what happened to her?" Elyan asked Lancelot when he saw you passing by with an angry visage. In your bad mood you did not stop to talk to the knights.

Leon's eyes followed you to the stables before you disappeared behind the door.

"You should talk to her" Lancelot said to Leon while gently pushing him into the direction you went off to.

The blonde knight turned to his comrade with an unhappy expression.

Lancelot just raised an eyebrow.

"He's right", Elyan chimed in, "she might need a talk or a hug."

"I'm sure she wants to be alone."

"Did something happen between the two of you?"

Leon huffed and shrugged before looking back to the stable.

"I can guess what happened. She probably had an argument with her parents again."

It took a while until the two knights got Leon to follow you and talk to you.

"(Y/N)?"

You heard him call out while you saddled your horse.

"No, Leon, let me be..."

He was worried about you, and your answer only worried him more. You usually always talked to hin about your problems. Always, but not today. Right now you just wanted to be alone.

The storm howled through the stable, loudly banging the door every now and then.

In anger you tried to hold your tears back, not even looking at Leon for one second. It hurted you to see him, as much as you loved him.

"Did your parents-"

"Yes, now get lost!"

His eyes widened at your words. This was something personal apparently, at least there was a lot more to it than usual. In this tone you had never talked to him.

"As you wish. But you shouldn't ride ou-"

"Leon, leave me alone!"

It broke his heart to hear you talk like this, and also to see you in this mood. In the past he had always helped you and talking to him had always made it better, whatever the problem was, but now it was different.

"In case you change your mind, I'll be-"

Only now you turned your head into his direction, yet refused to look at him still.

You mounted your horse in a rush, still not giving the knight one look.

"I know, stop bothering me! I don't want to see you!"

And with that, you left the stables and rode off, out of Camelot and into the woods. "You can't go for a ride, you're going right into a thunderstorm!" You heard the knight call after you but you did not care one bit.

Your wet eyes glared forward only, not noticing how dark it got. The strong winds burned in your eyes. A few raindrops met your skin, and soon the few drops turned into a heavy shower as the thunder growled in the distance.

*Leon's POV*

A good hour had passed and you still hadn't returned. Leon was going through some paperwork with Arthur.

"Leon, are you listening?"

The king didn't even know his best knight like this. He seemed to be completely out of focus.

The wind howled through the castle as loudly as Arthur's voice.

"Forgive me, sire. What were we discussing?"

"Your mental absence."

Silence fell upon them for a moment. There was this worried look on Leon's face again.

"Is it about (Y/N)?"

The sadness that added to his face gave the king an answer already.

"Yes, my lord... She went for a ride an hour ago and I think she hasn't returned yet."

Arhur looked at him in disbelief. "She went for a ride during a thunderstorm?!"

He had known you for a while now and this behaviour was something he wouldn't expect from you.

The look on Leon's face told him exactly where he was in his thoughts.

"I'll manage this here by myself", Arhur said and waved with the documents. "You go look for (Y/N). Bring her home safely. Take someone with you if you want to."

With a quick bow the knight thanked his lord for dismissing him and made his way out of the room with quick steps while he prayed for you to be fine.

*Your POV*

Both of your arms hugged your legs and pulled you knees up to your chin.

All of your clothes were wet and you were hiding yourself in a cave nearby Camelot since you hadn't gotten the chance to make it far away due to the weather.

You weren't sure anymore if your face was so wet from the tears or from the rain. Slowly you sank your head and rested it on your knees. How long would you have to stay here until you could go on with you ride?

"(Y/N)!? (Y/N)!"

This voice was probably the one that you would always easily recognize.

Footsteps came closer to you, yet you didn't even look up as you heard someone kneeling down next to you.

"I was worried sick about you!"

After a while you felt a hand on your back, only then you decided to look up. The second you met Leon's eyes, your heart shattered and you couldn't hold back your tears any more.

"(Y/N), what happened? You know you can tell me everything."

Seeing Leon so worried hurted you, even though you were probably responsible for his look.

As much as you loved him, the sight of him broke your heart into thousand pieces.

As gently as Leon could, he grabbed your shaking hands. He knew that something was off and he das forgiven and forgotten your harsh words from before.

"My...", you started hesitant, "My parents arranged a wedding for me. I'm supposed to get married tomorrow morning."

This did not just break your heart, but Leon's as well. Yet he bit back his pain and forced a smile.

"Isn't that something you should be happy about?"

You saw the pain in his eyes no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"No, not at all! I don't want to marry someone I don't know!"

"I'm sure you'll get to know him after some time. I'm happy your future is in save hands."

"Don't you understand?"

You asked while Leon wiped your tears away.

"I'm not going to marry a man that does not own my heart when someone else does..."

His blue eyes lighened up at your words.

"Leon, I only want to marry you. I love you from the bottom of my heart..."

Instead of answering, the man just brought himself closer to you and pressed a gentle kiss onto your soft lips. It felt like time stopped for a moment.

Once your lips parted you looked at him in surprise. You did not know he felt the same.

"I have an idea. It seems like the storm is moving on. You can hide in my chamber for as long as you need to. How about we return and I sneak you into my room, how is that?"

"If my parents find me one day, they'll immediately marry me to this guy..."

Leon drowned in his thoughts for a while, then gave you a wicked smile.

"But what if I'm your husband until then? You can't marry an already married woman, can you?"

[gabigabigabby]

too old for parties | steddie

dads!steddie x (st)eddie daughter!reader

synopsis: your dads have been telling you time and time again that you were just simply not made for parties. you still crossed their words anyway, when you were invited to jason carver's son's party. in the end, you find yourself running into your dads' arms anyway.

wc: 2.1k i got carried away sorry LMAO

category: father-daughter fluff?? im sorry idk what to call it

content/warnings: use of drugs. consumption of alcohol. all characters are above 21. cussing. peer pressure. overprotective!steddie.

a/n: if you've gone into a dads!steddie/dad!eddie/dad!steve blurb deep dive, this plot has been written almost a billion times. i still enjoy reading every single one. so this is my version of it. enjoy <3

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hawkins, indiana, 2004

of course you had crossed your dads to go to this party tonight. it's the only way they'll let you go; not knowing at all. you were extremely lucky steve and eddie decided to turn in early today. "grandpas." you had mocked your father under your breath hours ago.

"we heard that, young lady." steve, your biological dad, who was washing dishes, jutted his finger out at you from the kitchen sink. so you had to wait till your dad and eddie retreat to their bedroom so you could sneak out.

you remembered eddie's warning, though. "no party, harrington. especially not jason carver's kid's party. oh god, if i still could, i would-"

"eddie. don't." steve stopped him just in time.

"how'd you know it's jamie's party tonight, eddie?"

"oh sweetheart," eddie huffed, chuckling shortly after with his big brown eyes piercing through your skull. "i know everything."

"please don't go to jamie's party, sweet thing. you don't know what they're doing there." steve breathed, wary since he knows what jamie carver's capable of. he's well-known for peer pressurization.

"dad, what do you mean?"

"they're probably doin' some k-hole or somethin'. when it comes to carver's kid, anything is possible." eddie answered for steve. even after all the warnings eddie and your dad had given you, you still decided to cross them and sneak out of the house.

"i'm sorry, dad. sorry, eds." you wince, pulling out of your driveway and to... you guessed it, the devil's spawn jamie carver's house. you never liked jamie, but it's only because alexandra byers-wheeler; jonathan and nancy's love child, begged you to. and by begged, i mean begged. the girl wouldn't quit yapping about it.

you see alex's car from the distance, so you park behind it. you get out of the car and immediately, you feel majorly overwhelmed by the crowd of kids flooding the front porch and lawn of the carver house. you scan the field looking for alex and surprisingly, she isn't there. she usually is, you thought. you shrug and push through the crowd towards the front door.

the rancid smell of alcohol mixed with marijuana invade your olfactory senses. it's not like you're not accustomed to this distinct scent; you smell it all the time, what with eddie being married to your dad for 17 years. your eyes immediately dash around the room, looking for the insanely familiar bob of curly hair alex always dons. she got it from nancy.

"harrington! you came after all!" jamie shouts over the blaring music. "were waitin' for ya." he swings his left arm around your neck, consciously, you hope, since his girlfriend, amanda stood not far away with becky.

you'd always hated crowds. surprisingly, only alex byers is able to get you out of the harringson house. the carvers house was huge, you can admit that. jason and chrissy made some good bread over the years. although you can't say the same for steve and eddie, you're still grateful and blessed to have a decent roof to live under.

"yeah, thanks, jamie," you push his arm off your shoulder, disgust masking your face.

jamie notices the look of revulsion on your visage. "is the party too bleak for you harrington? damn. ironic, huh? being king steve's baby girl and abhorring parties." he scoffs, letting out a hiccup.

you scowl. "seen alex?"

"alex who?" jamie's brows furrow.

"alex byers." you huff.

"oh! byers-wheeler. nah, dude. but don't worry about it, she's here somewhere." jamie nods coolly before amanda pulls him away from you. you glare at the sight before cramming through another pool of sweaty bodies, even sweatier than the mob outside, still looking for alex.

you feel someone pull you through the crowd, and oh did you wish it was alex byers. you look up and it was johnny crane and his band of dicks. before you was a table, white powder lined on the tabletop, neatly for a bunch of fucked up high school kids.

"harrington! do some k-hole with us! it's not a hawkins party if you don't!" jc screams, your eardrums vibrating violently, as if it hasn't been the moment you stepped into the house.

yeah, you're known for your excessive drug consumption. especially horse tranquilizer, or what they call on the streets, ketamine. and now that your stepdad is eddie munson, the nights you've been asked to do a few lines went from countable to uncountable in a blink of an eye.

you politely decline. "no thanks. not really in the mood to get extremely trashed tonight. 'priciate the offer, though, jc," you think again. what was your motive of allowing alex to drag you to jamie's party tonight? and why did you agree? exactly, to get loose, get shitfaced at most. "on second thought, got coke?"

the band of boys cheer loud, when barry, if you could even still remember if that's his name, pulls out a bag. "we've got anything and everything you need right here, harrington. we got you."

you watch barry draw a line with that oh, so addictive white powder, before handing a rolled up dollar bill, nodding his head up at you. you shrug, bending down just a little before inhaling all that dope into the bridge of your nose. god you haven't taken a hit in years. what was your decision to go into rehab after high school and stay sober till the grave was done-zo.

"goddamn," you mumble, sniffing up the coke residue in your nostrils. "good one." you nod, dazed, before handing barry his dollar bill back and wobbling off to the kitchen to down the remaining coke that possibly got stuck at the back of your throat.

"let's go harrington!"

"is daddy steve gonna be mad his daughter's a cokehead again?"

"stepdaddy munson taught you well, huh?" you hear the guys laugh. you find yourself a bowl of punch on the counter, so you grab a red solo cup and dunk it into the bowl, drinking out of it immediately. at this point, you knew alex wasn't gonna show up. you didn't care for it, though. you were having a blast. and yes, obviously you realise it's the cocaine demon whispering all this bullshit in your ear.

you begin panning your eyes around the room again. not in search of alex or whoever, just to stabilize yourself and get the hang of whatever the cocaine's doing to your system. in the corner by the stairwell, you notice a couple making out, the girl leaning against the wall.

mom?

"oh i'm not having this," you crush your solo cup and chucking it onto the floor before stampeding over towards the couple. you pull the boy away from her. "are you fuckin' serious? are you serious."

"i'm sorry?" the girl grins in confusion.

"don't play dumb with me, heidi harrington," you wag your finger before the girl's eyes. "cheating on steve?!"

"hey, you're the hair's daughter, aren't you?" the boy crows. the girl reciprocates the boy's reaction. "steve harrington, or he goes by steve munson now. yeah, he married the freak of '84 17 years ago. eddie munson?"

"yeah, eddie munson- yeah." the girl widens her eyes in realization.

"fuck off, guy-who-my-mom-is-cheating-on-my-dad-with," you slur, shoving the boy away. "rot in hell, mom."

"i'm sorry, i'm not your mom," the girl is terrified now. "babe, call mr. munson," the girl instructs the boy. "call mr. munson."

"which mr. munson, babe?"

"steve! now go!" the boy runs to the kitchen for the phone as the girl redirects you to the stairs, setting you down.

"y/n harrington, right?" the girl asks, landing her hand on your shoulder. you were too blazed to shrug it off. "i'm jane, i'm not heidi. i heard about her upping and leaving you and steve, though. i'm sorry."

"yeah. you're an asshole." you answer dryly, still thinking the girl sitting next to you is your mom.

"hey, i called. eddie munson's coming down now." the boy pants.

"alright," jane nods. "this is will, by the way."

"hi y/n." will waves.

"will byers?!" your eyes widen.

"no-"

"you're cheating on dad with will fucking byers?! he has a kid mom!" you freak out.

"no- uhhh, let's get you some fresh air." jane nods with a smile, she and will helping you up, leading you towards the front door.

behind you, you hear "leaving so soon, harrington?" and "why is she leaving with will humphries and jane carter? do they know each other?". you couldn't be arsed to even reciprocate.

"what are you on, y/n?" will asks.

"none of your business, mr. byers," you grimace. "cocaine." you mumble anyway.

"that explains the behavior." will's brows raise as he and jane set you down on the curb. from afar, eddie's car roars, as he skids to a stop in front of you.

"eddie!" you run up to him, melting into his arms. his hair was tied up in a low messy bun and he was wearing a sleeveless cutout judas priest tee with sweatpants and slides.

"hey sweet cheeks. you okay? are you on something?" eddie coos in your ear, his arms tight around your quivering body. "who are you?"

"i caught mom cheating on dad with mr. byers!" you childishly point your finger at jane and will.

"jonathan?" eddie questions, confused.

you shake your head. "will!" eddie's head shoots up, gazing over jane and will.

"you don't look like byers. but you... you look a lot like heidi." eddie's eyes remain wide, looking over them.

"i'm jane, this is will. humphries. we're not them." jane defends.

"i know, now stay away from my daughter, will ya?" eddie warns through gritted teeth, opening the front passenger door and gently leading you in.

"mr. munson, i should warn you. she's on cocaine." will adds.

"who did this to her?"

"johnny crane offered, barry barker gave her his rolled-up dollar bill." jane replies. turns out jane and will both witnessed it happen.

eddie's fuming as we speak. "bring 'em out," will nods before running back into the house. jane is apologizing to eddie profusely about this, it looked like she's on the verge of breaking down in tears. "not your fault, kiddo. s'alright."

will elbows both crane and barker out of the house. they were protesting at will's gesture before noticing you in eddie munson's car.

"eddie munson." barry whispers, his eyes broadening in genuine fear.

"can we help you, mr. munson?" johnny questions coyly, unfazed that steve harrington's husband is standing before him, prepared to break his face. eddie only chuckles to himself, before decking johnny in the face, leaving barry petrified.

"the next time i hear you offer y/n any goddamn substance, i will kill you," eddie spits out. "you hear me?!" eddie wipes his nose in anger before panning his eyes back to jane and will. "thanks a lot, for getting y/n out here."

jane and will nod as they watch eddie get back in the car, backing up so close to johnny's hurting body and barry's high ass before driving off. as soon as you get home, you see your dad standing at the front porch, shirtless and worried.

"is she okay?" steve asks eddie, worry lacing his tone.

"she's a'ight. high on coke, like i mentioned earlier," eddie says, throwing his keys in the air and catching it as he rounds the front hood, helping you out of the car. "she'll be just fine, babe."

"y/n i was so worried!" steve whispers, pulling you into an embrace. because of your disability to stand up straight, you soften under your dad's chin as he complains about how worried he'd felt. "i told you not to go to jamie's party, we both did."

"i'm sorry daddy," you almost sob into steve's chest. "i'll never do it again, i promise."

"we love you honey." steve pulls away, stabilizing you with his hands on your shoulders.

"love you guys more. thanks eds." you smile at eddie, who sat on the front porch. he looks up at you.

"you're my daughter too, sweetheart. i got you always, even if it means i've got to pick up your dead body from jason carver's house." eddie scowls.

"eddie!" steve huffs.

eddie disregards steve's complaining as he pulls you away from your dad. "let's sober you up, sweet cheeks. c'mon." eddie swings your left arm around his neck, his right hand connecting with your waist as he helps you up the front porch steps. "gettin' a lil' too old for parties, aren't we?"

[judas-had-a-crown]

good evening, I came here to give you some dull ficlet ideas about Death Note: Light's character reflected through any of seven deadly sins --- ancient Shinigami realm --- Kira's Tokyo --- anything about task force (if you don't mind) :D

Hello dear^^

Finally… okay, the following; since my brain likes to do things without my permission, I’ve gathered your first and second request in one text, thus using six giant sentences in total. For Kira’s Tokyo, I chose a poetric way and hope it doesn’t sound too ridiculous. When it comes to task force I must confess it’s my first time writing anything about them so… bear with me XD I like Matsuda best tho. I want to protect him.

Light’s character reflected through any of seven deadly sins + ancient Shinigami realm 

When Light demands to see the Shinigami realm with his own two eyes, feet planted firmly on the ground, posture straight, his gaze a strict fixture towards him, Ryuk cracks him open like the cap on a bottle of coke.

And though it’s a dream - for dreams, the shinigami said, always walk a fine between life and what’s beyond and grey territory is good for entering a grey world like his own - Light lets him in with shuddering breath; he knows Ryuk enjoys this, prattling on nonsense as he breaks into his bones to count, rib by rib, carving his name upon each with seldom caution to resolve the last barrier that keeps him on earth along with the Death Note locked in his desk.

Pain is not the name for it, more of a furious tickle when nerves are cut opened to tangle anew, stripping him barer than his flesh alone, taking the muscles too, the molecules, the very essence of being human; with eyes closed Light feels the damned god reach beyond matter and mind at last, and even though his scraping nails, long and and sharp and merciless, borrowed from a rabid animal it seems, burn their stigma of boredom into him, he clenches his teeth for he himself is curious to feel if the wilted muscle of his heart has yet failed beating in this realm, where nothing has ever been alive to begin with…

Songs of the dead hang in the tight-strung air, loaded sweet by the stench of decay and dust, as a rough tap on his shoulder encourages him to open wide and take a look around; his feet sink into colorless sands and scrapes of parched skin when he does, a soft layer of fog hanging over his scalp like a rain’s threat refusing to fall; observing further, lakes of crimson pique his sight behind ragged hills and shadows that seem blurred no matter how far or close they are to their position; he steps ahead till he reaches a puddle in his reach and dips his hands in the blood of his victims; he can’t help but smile at the warmth - only then he feels his own frame shake and he wonders how this can be since the dead know no cold no heat no relief or remorse.

„Care for a bath?“ Ruvik asks, his hulkish frame hovering behind him like a second shadow in the sun; if the Shinigami world had a sun to begin with, anyway; the mocking tone has faded in favor of a growl, low and slow and strained; as if a weight was added to his tongue; even then, the alien curiosity Light has come to know so well during the years shines in his round, unmoving eyes; Light tilts his head, a half-smile carved into the right corner of his mouth; it is not fit for a king to bathe in the filfth he created, yet the thought does not irk him as much as it probably should; „Sure. If you go first.“ His hands are soaked in the liquid; he rubs it between his thumb and index finger and waits, but it doesn’t dry, „Did you always have lakes here? Blood, water in general?“ Ruvik snorts despite his apparent difficulty of forming words now; „Not till you came along. You killed so many people in such a short amount of time, their deaths literally bled into our domain. It‘s a nice change of scenery though. A pinch of color to garner the dust.“ A cackle follows, the melody to an old rhyme.

Light sighs; may it be time or local paradoxes or sarcasm that holds this place, he can’t scrub the red off his palms; he lets his hands hang to his sides then; annoyed; wondering, the little wheels in his head giving off steam „Still, they’re rather small, don’t you think? I thought I’d done more than that.“ Ryuk shrugs a shoulder, the movement laggard; „The Shinigami world is vast. A huge, dry, tiring plane. A thousand years of watering won‘t make this earth fertile.“ he hums - Light’s hands move into fists of their own; a thousand years… he doesn’t even have a one-tenth of them left to bring justice to all who deserve it - „I see.“ Minutes uselessly pass into the silent void; then, in a deadpan voice he says gently; „Would you like to have an ocean here, Ryuk? I could teach you how to swim.“ This time, the cackle holds a burst of laughter too; chilling and plenty as ice spinters running down Light’s mortal spine; „Nah, I don‘t care much for oceans.“ Light turns his face to Ryuk’s pale visage bowing to him far too close all of a sudden and sees his own bloodlust reflected by its static features and soulless grin; „But I‘d like to see you try.“

Kira’s Tokyo

Cold and dead the dread did spread, blinding hollow eyes when there in the echo of tears uncried light was shed, it built itspread. Leaving god on osseous thronewith a graveyard to call home.

anything about task force

The day Matsuda said he had met someone, a person sweet as spring (which was arguably and of course over the top, all things aside) , he started to whistle in the office which caused some looks being thrown at him (more of surprise and wonder humbly translated in a „what the fuck?“ being growled from the right side of the room, no malicious intentions gathered, thank you very much); also, his walk held a somewhat lighter step to it and he tripped considerably less times than he was prone to do on a regular day - he even shared a decent moment with L when he decided to buy two big ice cream bowls and sat next to him, humming absently as he put the spoon to his mouth repeatedly and thus, when it came to L in that matter „being in love does seem to make Matsuda less annoying than before“ added by his occasional whisper of “interesting“; in L speech, he deemed it acceptable, so everyone else was down with it was well.

Matsuda’s cheerful behavior continued for two weeks in total until he went through the door on a Wednesday morning one hour late, a blueish-black bruise covering his right eye cast down in a motion far too akin for shame to not alert several heads turning as he staggered to his desk; Ukita was the first to enquire about the injury with Matsuda hastily answering it to be the result of an unfortunate accident that included a door falling into his face - despite being highly aware of Matsuda’s clumsiness, the remaining members of the Task Force had been working alongside him long enough to conclude he was also a truly terrible liar; that day, and the rest of the week following after, L did not receive another “candy invitation“ by Matsuda; actually, no one saw Matsuda eating anything at all anymore; and people, though most of them surely tried to stick to their own life, stuffed with personal problems to deal with as they were, started to show concern for the young man as he continued to hunch into the restrictive patters of a person he was not.

It took the sight of Matsuda limping to work a week later that had L ask Soichiro to take care of the matter and find out about the lover’s address in addition, allowing the men who felt up to the task to pay them a short visit for the “need of clarifying most basic things“; no one was really surprised when nearly the whole division headed into the same direction after work.