#𝐈𝐈. cos

[ruyibydajitm]

tags i.

[hana-no-seiiki]

COMME ON FAIT SON LIT, ON SE COUCHE.

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ PAIRING: YAN! NEUVILETTE x SCUM! READER (ft. yan! other characters + mystery major pairing)

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈. ✧ TW/CW: Typical Yandere Themes: Stalking, Delulu, Yun’s vv broken French. Canon Divergence.

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈𝐈. ✧ SYNOPSIS: When given the power to flood the world with your admirer’s tears and skip work, who were you to reject it? | This happens prior to the Archon Quest

dedicated for le sims ( @o-tears-o-tides ) , aka the object of my platonic love and affection. happy birthday employee!!

Fucking with Neuvilette was your lifestyle. Figuratively that is. You wanted him to work harder if you were to provide him with the more literal definition of the term but regardless —

— making him suffer was your favorite hobby.

You held the prestigious role of documenter at the esteemed Palais Mermonia, where the dramatic tale of "Furina's Courtroom Crying Sessions" unfolded under the watchful eye of Neuvilette. In addition to chronicling these legal theatrics, your literary talents blossomed, weaving novels and insightful commentaries based on the trials you meticulously transcribed. This dual creative and professional endeavor earned you a devoted following throughout Teyvat and established influential connections with prominent figures across the nation.

Your relationship with Monsieur Neuvilette started off differently than what many would assume. Those privy to your early interactions could discern an undeniable enchantment on your part towards this man. Undoubtedly, he exuded an aura of elegance, elevated prestige, and an unwavering work ethic, all of which captivated admirers across the spectrum of society. His demeanor possessed an intoxicating allure for young ladies and gentlemen alike, leaving an indelible mark of respect and awe upon those fortunate enough to witness it.

“Monsieur Neuvilette.”

You greeted him with a slight bow, resisting the urge to smile at his presence. He reminded you a bit of someone from back home. A man that you’d do anything to receive a single praise from.

“Ah, Mx. [Y/N] to what do I owe you the pleasure?” He looked up from his documents. He too had to resist the urge to beam at your form. After all you were one of if not the only person he felt like he could never have enough time with.

“It’s just that I thought you’d be home by now. In any case I have this coffee a friend gave me but I can’t drink it . . .” You looked to the side, breaking off eye contact from your superior. He would have frowned at the action had it not been accompanied by a sweet gesture of yours. You always excused your good deeds with some nonsense about self-interest but he knew you well enough that he could see through it all.

“Thank you.”

Then, you realized that it rained whenever he felt sad.

And when there’re intense rains there would be no work.

And when there was no work, you could stay at home or go out and do whatever the hell you want.

Also he liked you and whatever but that was besides the point! You could slack off and fulfill your sadistic needs.

And so began your journey to find what made your senior co-worker tick. Most of the time it was when you gave other people your attention ( aside from Furina for some reason ). A single headpat towards either Freminet or Lynette caused some light rain. Rejecting his advances caused the skies to stay blanketed for hours. Whenever you were absent it poured cats and dogs.

And lastly, when you and Lyney were practically fucking with words it was as if the Raiden Shogun herself was here to cry alongside him.

The man practically saw you as more valuable than the water he drowns himself with.

It was all you ever wanted and more.

Despite your excessive amounts of free time, you still found yourself to be stressed and tired. Due to your high profile job and connections, it was a must to move from place to place frequently as to avoid paparazzi among other dangers to your health and privacy.

You were planning to check the Fortress of Meropide that day to . . . have a date with Lyney. Don’t look at me like that! You two are the ones with the weird taste in scenery.

“Oh! Your Grace. How do you fare?” You bowed politely. You could feel the glare from the magician beside you burning as bright as his vision.

The man was a menacing person from looks to begin with, but there were also other reasons you often felt something crawl up your spine whenever you two met.

He always stared at you like you had done something wrong. When he was the former criminal between you two! Really, what a crude man. His trial was one of the biggest hits of your career so at least you had that to owe to him.

You still remove the chills you felt when he simply admitted his guilt.

“Mx. [L/N]. I was told to deliver this to you.”

“Oh? I didn’t know that the Duke of Meropide also worked as part-time delivery men.”

“Trust me, this is works for my own self interest more than the sender.”

You gave him a pointed look. Well those words didn’t seem suspicious at all. You shrugged as you examined the object. A letter. Cold pressed paper — the expensive kind too, bound together by stamped blue wax and what seemed to be a miniature lakelight lily.

Inside — in the most elegant cursive you’ve ever seen — was . . . a poem. It read as follows;

Ma gouttelette du ciel,

Telle une étoile dans la nuit,

Ton amour est mon miel,

Dans ton regard, tout est infini.

Tes sourires, doux rayons du jour,

Illuminent mes jours comme un phare,

Dans ce monde, tu es mon seul séjour,

Ton amour est ma plus belle fanfare.

La tendresse de tes mains,

L'éclat de ton rire mélodieux,

Sont pour moi de précieux biens,

Qui éclairent ma vie, radieux.

Ma gouttelette du ciel,

Dans ton amour, je m'égare,

Ton essence est mon miel,

Chaque moment avec toi est un phare.

It only took one line for you to recognize Neuvilette’s work. His water tasting hobbies was somewhat common knowledge to the public, and Lyney was less of a poem man and more of a showy partner.

And so, after making sure his eyes were on you, you ripped it apart.

“That’s a bit too harsh is it not?” Lyney spoke with a nagging tone, yet his eyes were filled with the utmost delight.

“Monsieur Lyney. You know of its contents? Has your father ever told you not to pry into other people’s business?”

“Perhaps. But we’re friends aren’t we? Friend’s don’t hide anything from eachother.”

You sighed. You hated it when he knew where to hit. “. . .Then can you do me a favor and use your vision for its disposal?”

“My pleasure.”

Orange flames barely appear for a moment before it is doused by the sky’s tears. But even then it was enough to destroy the letter.

“Your Grace—“

The clock was ticking.

A few months after you’d heard his screams, you found out that the traveler would be arriving to their next destination soon. There was only a small fragment of a moment to lose for preparation. The rain was getting unbearably strong. You could not count the amount of times you’ve had to replace your umbrella.

In any case, you had invited Charlotte for a chat at the cafe. Partly because of her vision which helped with the rain, and mostly because you wanted to gossip with her as you usually did when slacking off.

Those works of yours outside of your actual career at the Palais Memornia don’t make themselves after all.

“Rumor has it that young women of have been disappearing of late. Do you have any clues on this phenomenon yet, Charlotte?” You leaned unto the table. Your signature smug smile on your lips as you presented your question to the young lady.

“Not yet. Wait — aren’t I the journalist here? Why are you asking the questions? Don’t tell me you missed another deadline again.”

“I just want to get ahead on my writing. The Steambird must have gotten a lead, no?” You dipped on your tea as you spoke, gaze directed at its reflection of your face and the dark skies above.

“So you can slack off some more?”

“T’was what my doctor had prescribed. I need to take care of my mental health too, yknow.” You smiled, poking your cheek in a cutesy manner.

This was no good. You were getting nowhere in your investigation and your anxiety bit at you as time could only pass by. You bit your nails. What would he do? How would he bypass such a situation? Oh, how useless you were without him.

“[Y/N]!”

You almost don’t react to that name as you were overtaken by your thoughts. It seemed that you spent too much time worrying that Charlotte wasn’t even at your side anymore.

“Ah, Lady Furina. How may I be of service?” You stood from sit in a jolt. You were guilty of looking down at the archon from time to time but appearances must be kept in public.

“I came to personally escort you to Palais Memornia. We have a case that requires your presence.” She coughed. An unusual shaken demeanor on her. Not that she was a completely confident person all the time, but this look on her particularly screamed fear.

But what would an archon be afraid of?

“Urgently.”

“A case? But with this rain. . . surely — “

The rain abruptly stopped and with its sounds disappearing, a deep voice makes its way into your ears.

“It is yours, [Y/N]. You’re under arrest for suspicions of colluding with the Fatui.”

“Monsieur —“

He looked away from you before you could finish your call. You feel metal touch your skin as none other than Wriosthesley himself puts cuffs around your wrists.

“Stay put, Mx. [Y/N].”

You eyed the Iudex from beyond the ‘glass’. This chamber had not existed the last time you visited the Fortress. Yet here it was, almost an exact same replica of your room — yet it did not feel like home at all.

You supposed Fontaine in its entirety was not home at all.

“You framed me.”

You were lazy. Incompetent even. But you would never collude with those miscreants.

At least, those were the lies you fed yourself in order to feel better about the betrayals you made in a day to day basis.

You could imagine the looks on your colleague’s faces. Would they be surprised, neutral, would they even care at all? Or would they be so utterly hurt by your actions that they fall into a spiraling abyss of despair?

You yearned to witness it all.

“All you had to do was to accept me.” His gloved hand touches the material between you two, a ripple forming from his touch. You were surrounded by what seemed like primordial water.

“I would have forgiven your sins. I would have made you be reborn anew. Innocent and pure as water.”

The water parted for a brief moment but you do not dare do anything foolish. You stayed put, remained still as Neuvilette reached through, and allowed the dragon to drag his thumb across your jaw and lips.

“All you did was push me away.”

And then — he pulls your head through the opening.

You close your eyes. One smallest movement would have your neck turn into foam.

“[Y/N], ma gouttelette du ciel.”

Perhaps, you had no need to see all the other’s fall into hopelessness. After all, the man who put the most trust and adoration into you was right here with you.

If only you were able to empathize with him. If only you were able to return his feelings and live a fulfilling life filled with love.

If only you weren’t cursed to feel nothing for him at all.

“Comme on fait son lit, on se couche.”

After all, what the Doctor wills is what the patient gets,

and if you must sleep in your deathbed this day and suffer the Iudex’s judgement — then so it shall be.

⟣┄─ ˑ IV. ✧ DIVIDER

[ TRANSLATIONS ] [ MY FRENCH IS VV RUSTY SO PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE ARE BETTER REPLACEMENTS/TRANSLATIONS FOR THESE] :

Ma gouttelete du ciel- My droplet from the sky/heaven/my droplet of heaven etc.

Comme on fait son lit, on se couche - You made your bed, sleep on it / You dug your own grave.

[crystalflie]

𝐒𝐡𝐡..𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐰..

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈 -> 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 (𝟏𝟖+)

Tags: Porn with Plot, Two Shot, Female Reader, Canon Divergence, Getou is a teacher at JJT, Rough Sex, Office Sex, Almost Caught, Crying, Filming, Degradation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Making Out, First Time, Dirty Talk.

Word count: 5200~

[Cross-posted on Ao3]

Description: Getou sees how whipped his best friend was for the cute new office assistant. It's too bad that his best friend was also a total idiot when it came to romancing, so it's not Getou's fault if he got to fuck her first..

Romantically..

Over Gojo Satoru's desk.

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Getou pulled your hips down until you felt his own press into your ass, the unmistakable hardness beneath his pants telling you he was just as affected as you were.

.

.

.

“Or..you can beg me to fuck you silly, right here, right now.”

You blink up at him, not knowing whether to focus on ignoring the unbearable slickness- arousal pooling in your lower half, or on the audacity of this man, for making it seem like it was your idea, that you were the one that asked him to kiss you and touch you and make you like this.

“You’re fucking crazy..”

You decide that for better or worse, you were not about to defile your boss’s poor desk with his literal co-worker. You use the remaining strength in your arms to shove Getou’s chest, hoping to at least throw him off a little so you can get up. However, he hardly budged, chuckling under his breath about how adorable it was that you think you can do anything to him.

“Ohh.. am I now?”

You huffed in frustration, at how all you were doing was further humiliating yourself in front of the insufferably sexy man, and how your currently impure thoughts kept lingering on said man’s rock-hard chest underneath his office casual shirt, which you copped a good feel from during that brief moment of contact.

“Yes-”

Getou rolled his hips, the motion grinding into your dripping cunt, juices practically turning your panties translucent. It was nothing more than a flimsy piece of fabric now, and you wanted it off. Not that you can voice your requests, when you were busy moaning under Getou over a pathetic amount of friction.

“You shouldn’t be talking doll, not when you’re acting like a total slut, and we’ve hardly done anything yet.”

He smiles, a deep shade of rose dusting over what otherwise would’ve been a charming expression, dimples and all.

“Ah, I know. It’s cause you're used to Satoru already fucking his dick miles deep in you by now, right?”

Unholy images flash through your mind for a split second.

“S-Stop talking like that! It’s not true..”

Getou took the time to let his hand roam slowly up to your chest, cupping one of your breasts in his palm and gently giving it a squeeze.

“What isn’t? Hmmm?”

You turn your head to face away from him, with your cheek squishing against the wooden table as you stare forward at the blank wall to your right.

“I-I was just joking.. I didn’t sleep with Gojo-san.”

While you didn’t exactly see how the man reacted, you did hear his breath hitch as you both stilled.

“Listen Getou-san, it-”

The next thing you felt was him gripping your chin, turning your head over to catch you in another messy kiss. This time, it was a lot more aggressive, with Getou forcing his tongue inside to invade and dominate your mouth. He didn’t shut his eyes, holding your helpless, teary gaze threatening to droop, and proceeded to have a long taste of your sweet saliva, which escaped over the corners of your lips. He groans into you at some point, fondling the breast he held in his other hand. You felt nothing short of lightheaded, trembling beneath him as the hand suddenly reached the buttons of your shirt and tugs.

You knew what was coming, Getou made no indication of letting go of your mouth and stepping back to let you slowly take your clothes off. Of course, of course the way you're going to lose your best white collar shirt is from utter horniness.

“Mmph!”

You tried to protest against the man still holding you captive with his mouth, but a ripping noise along with the sound of buttons popping told you it was too late. However, Getou does finally part from your swollen lips.

“Holy shit..you really aren’t wearing a bra. I mean, I could kind of tell, since your cute tits got all hard before I even started playing with you..”

He smirks and then dives down again to flick his tongue over one of your nipples, the action causing you to whine, making you realize how sensitive your chest is.

“W-what! are you..doing?”

Getou looks at you but instead of responding first, he begins licking and sucking on your flushed breast. You gasp but then close your eyes, brows furrowed as you unintentionally indulge in the new sensation. It was wet..and warm, with Getou swirling his tongue and grunting every few seconds or so.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but everything felt so, so good.

“Ah..!”

Getou lets his teeth dig into your soft flesh, and he sucks harder after hearing you cry out. Your hand finds its way up into his head to grip on the dark locks, accidentally tugging off the band that previously held his hair together. Getou lifted his face from your heaving chest at the feeling of his bangs falling over his eyes. He stares into you and cleans the residue of saliva on his lips with obscene slurping noises.

“Ugh..you’re gross..” You try to avert your gaze to block out the sight of him acting so vulgarly.

“Yeah yeah, keep talking while you still can.”

You huff, which gave him even more pleasure in what he was about to do next. The pads of Getou’s thumbs graze over both sides of your hips, slipping under the cotton fabric of your underwear. He chuckles when you freeze, shooting him a threatening look.

“Do not. Rip these.” Your voice had as much bite to it as a growling puppy, trying to pretend you weren’t desperate for him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

“Relax, I won’t.” At those words, he surprisingly slips off your panties gently, over your legs until it rests in his hand. A wolfish grin takes over his smile as he observes the wet patch on the fabric, then, to your bewilderment, he slips them into his pockets.

You blush harder at that than over the fact that all your parts were completely exposed under him. Getou drags his eyes over your plush, dripping cunt, while you lie uselessly on the desk, waiting for him to make the next move..

“Are you a virgin?” He asks and you stutter, until he cuts you off again.

“Depending on your answer, I may or may not be nicer..Probably.”

You said nothing, only reluctantly nodding, praying that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to make fun of you and just get on with it.

“Oh no darling..” Despite his words, you saw his eyes gleam as you felt his hands creep in between your plush thighs, so close to where you needed him to touch but going no further to your frustration.

“You probably imagined your first time to be all romantic with your patient and loving boyfriend, but that’s too bad.. Sorry baby.”

You didn’t even care that he was just spewing some nonsense to patronize you, but when he retracted his hand from your legs is when you whine at the loss of contact. Through your clouded gaze, you see Getou step back from the desk. You were confused, hearing a little squeak, realizing that the motherfucker plopped himself on Gojo’s chair.

What was he doing?

You annoyingly lift your back off the table to silently glare at him in your sitting position. Getou ignored your grumpy look to take in your exposed and disheveled appearance, skirt rolled up above your hip bones to display your pussy, shirt half off your shoulders and doing nothing to hide your pretty tits. The only thing that was still properly on was your stocking, still hugging onto your thighs.

He wanted to take a photo so badly, and maybe he will. Later. After making more of a mess of you.

“Don’t just glare at me. Go on, prepare yourself.”

Getou propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, waiting for you to move.

“What?” You were stunned. Is he saying what you think he is?

He sighs dramatically, almost imitating how Gojo would.

“I’m telling you to fuck yourself open with your fingers. You have touched yourself before, right?”

It was way too humiliating. There was no way you could do that in front of him, while he..just watches. You cross your arms.

“You’re just going to watch?”

Getou tilted his head, amused.

“What? You want me to get some popcorn too?” He smirks and starts to stand up, causing you slight panic that he might actually leave, but he paused and sat back down again after seeing the cute worry on your face.

“Just kidding..but you better put on a show if you don’t want me to get bored.” Getou himself knew that he was never going to leave this room pitching a tent in his pants, but the bluffing seemed to encourage you.

“Fine..”

You spread your legs wide open, wrapping one arm beneath a thigh to lift it up to your chest, giving the man an eyeful of your twitching cunt. You slowly trail your other hand down until it reaches your sopping pussy, and you bite back a moan at the first touch. You used your index finger to rub a few circles into your aching clit, sighing at finally reaching some proper simulation.

“Don’t hold your voice back.” You hear Getou command.

You couldn’t even look at him right now, only focusing on yourself to forget the spectator that made you slick up even more. You continue to play with your dripping folds, whining at how much your pussy was throbbing. However, the pleasure didn’t make the embarrassment go away, knowing that Getou was burning the image into his mind. The squenching sounds you were producing didn’t make it better. But the thought of him watching..made warmth pool at the bottom of your stomach. You begin pushing a finger into your slit, whimpering at the intrusion, trying to wiggle the digit into your tight walls. After a little work, you were able to fully sink your finger inside, using it to try and loosen yourself a bit more. The second finger went in with a struggle, and you pant as you started trying to scissor yourself, stretching your cunt around your hand. It didn’t hurt too badly as you practically lubricated yourself with your own juices, and you pulled your fingers in and out, the lewdness of the entire situation making you tremble. What’s worse was that you felt your orgasm approaching, your breath becoming unsteady at the building pleasure. Getou must’ve been able to tell as well, as he groaned and you looked up to see him wearing a pleased expression.

“Are you going to cum?” He breaks the silence, eyes still focused on your hand.

You squeak at his voice, fingers stilling inside your pussy as you mutter a quiet yes. Getou hummed, his next sentence making you freeze.

“Take your hand out.” He got up from the chair and walked towards your shaking form, your teary eyes, along with a pout showing how betrayed you felt after all the effort you put in.

You didn’t pull your fingers out yet, but you didn’t dare move them against Getou’s word. Getou stared down at you with a pretend frown, wasting no time in grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand out himself.

“W-Why?” You ask brokenly, not wanting to wait any longer. You were so close, you just needed a little more to go over the edge, your pussy was fluttering around nothing and you were so, so empty.

“You can’t cum without my permission. Ask nicely, and I might let you.” Getou’s grip remained on your wrist.

You swear that you hate him. But apparently not enough to hold onto your dignity. You were too needy and too horny to care, you needed to cum now or you were going to burst out crying.

“P-Please..” You manage to squeeze out.

“What? You gotta use more than just one word, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

You really wished he wouldn’t make you spell it out.

“Can I..can I please cum? Please Suguru..” You knew that using his first name was going to rile him up, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to trap you between his arms against the desk, like earlier, hiding his face in your neck only to growl out,

“I change my mind, the only way you’re cumming is on my cock.” He pressed one last kiss on your throat, and pulled back to undress. You focused on the wall behind him, brain still trying to catch up on what he said and what he was going to do, when you heard the rustling of Getou taking off his belt. You were ashamed to get so excited at the noise, but you wanted nothing more for him to finally fuck you like he promised. Your eyes dart down when Getou unzips his pants and pulls out his erect cock, standing tall with a few pearls of pre-cum on the tip.

You almost did a double take at his size, definitely way bigger than you expected. You didn’t have low expectations either, and you started to get a little nervous wondering how it was going to fit.

Getou hisses as he gives it a few strokes, then catches your eyes flickering toward his length shyly, unsure of what to do at that moment.

“Don’t act coy now, you can touch it.” He said as he took your hand into his, and wrapped it around his stiff cock, your soft palm driving him insane. Getou guided your hand up and down, shamelessly moaning while relishing in your slightly scandalized expression.

“It’s not going to fit..” You whispered.

“Yes it will.” He asserted, continuing the ministrations until suddenly pressing a thumb on top of your lips, pushing until you let him in.

“Mmph..?”

His index finger followed, the long digits stuffing to the back of your throat.

“Get them nice and wet for me princess, or I can’t promise this is going to be pleasant.”

You did your best in sucking and using as much saliva to cover his fingers, and when Getou was satisfied, he pulled them out to stroke at his cock again. You watched as your shining fluids covered his dick, anticipating how he was going to fill you with that monstrosity.

“Lay down.” His voice was strained, clenching onto his cock while eyeing your pretty, inviting pussy that begged to be fucked.

Your back met the cool surface of the wooden desk, glancing at Getou who situated himself between your spread legs. He roughly grabbed onto both your thighs, pushing them to press against your chest until the heels of your feet touched his shoulders. He then took his cock, sliding it against the lips of your pussy, not yet entering, but teasing you. His hot length felt agonizing against your cunt, and you whined at the delicious friction.

“Hurry..” You rushed him, Getou’s slow movements were making you more impatient. He only tsked, shaking his head at you like you were a naughty child.

“Didn’t I teach you to be polite?” The annoying bastard still had it in him to wait, which made zero sense to you as his eyes were nearly feral staring down at you. You didn’t have the same self control though.

“Please! Please, just fuck me already..”

“As you wish.”

It wasn’t hard to convince him this time, and if Getou hadn’t started to press his tip into your entrance, you would’ve thought he enjoyed cockblocking himself. Your breath hitched as he slowly sunk in, having a little difficulty although you made sure to stretch yourself as thoroughly as possible.

“Holy shit, you are tight.”

He was surprisingly gentle, softly rocking into you a few times to fit the rest of his pulsing cock. Your hands scramble for something to grab on, but there is only paper surrounding the desk with some pencil holders.

“Hold on to my shoulders.”

You obeyed without hesitation, attempting to grab onto his broad shoulders, but a sudden hard thrust had you shrieking, latching onto the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Getou hushed you, whispering that it was going to be okay and little apologies for what he did. There was a stinging pain but also a feeling of satisfaction after all you’ve done to reach this point. Your thighs trembled around his hips, and the overwhelming full feeling confirmed he was now completely sheathed inside. Getou’s hands grabbed onto your waist harshly, enough that you were sure it was going to leave marks the next day, and he grinds into you as you both consecutively moaned. He begins moving a little when your breathing steadies, making sure not to go too fast at first.

“Fuck.. you’re clenching me so well..it’s hard not to destroy you right now.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling Getou drag his cock in and out, brushing perfectly against your pussy walls. Soon enough, the pain had melted away into hot, burning pleasure, and you were unable to stop the tiny, slutty noises escaping your lips. That only seemed to encourage him to go faster, his hips slamming into your squelching cunt, producing slick that smeared on his pelvis. The sensation was mind-numbing and the downright dirty act had tears streaming down your face, feeling so guilty of what you were doing on Gojo’s desk, but so good you almost wish he was here to see you debase yourself as nothing more than a filthy whore.

“What are you thinking about, hm?” Getou asks without stopping, fucking you at a beyond leisurely pace.

You let a few more moans, unable to form a single coherent word, eyes glazed over and mind far gone. But to answer his question, you were thinking about nothing but dick. Dick that you had and dick that you wish you did. You hear Getou laugh, and one of his hands leaves your hips to fumble around in his back pockets. You didn’t know what he was searching for until he pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it with a quick swipe. You should’ve been embarrassed and even concerned, but you just didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was that he continued to fuck you with his thick cock.

“Last week. I heard..fuck, that you and Satoru went on a little movie date.”

You were confused, why was he bringing this up? It didn’t matter that Gojo just happened to invite you to the movies since he said he had extra tickets, nothing mattered when Getou was here and the one fucking your brains out.

“I was really upset you know, that I wasn’t invited.”

You babbled something in response about how it was just on a whim, and that it wasn’t a date.

“B-But.. It looks like this time..Satoru is the uninvited one.” Getou leaned his upper body over yours, unintentionally pushing his cock further in, to prop his phone up against a framed photo with three people, which you had learned from Gojo it was from his high school days.

“Ahn..!”

Getou’s eyes trail down on your face to shoot you a mischievous look, before gripping your hips again to begin to pull out. You had thought he would begin moving again, so it confused you to no end when you suddenly felt fully empty. You let out another noise in protest, about to question him, but you don’t get a chance as you are flipped over on the desk , having your chest pressed against the smooth wood and ass held up by Getou. Your eyes flicker forward, blinking towards how you were positioned aligned to the entrance of the office, in perfect sight to anyone that could walk in and see you getting railed from behind by your boss’s best friend. However, that wasn’t the only thing that caught your eye. Diagonal from where you were lying, you see Getou’s phone resting on the framed photo, with your messed up reflection staring right back.

“Y-You’re recor– A-ahn!”

Your voice cuts off as Getou sunk his cock back into your pussy, from this angle it hits so much deeper than before and so, so much more sensitive against that one spot. Your mouth falls open with an unexpected moan, your body frozen and trembling and utterly struck with a sensation that slapped all the thoughts out of your mind.

“Oh? Here?” Getou starts moving to confirm his thought, and he was right as the sounds you made pitched higher and higher, your arm failing back to try and grab at his hold on your waist. Your efforts were dismissed easily as one of his hands gripped yours, pinning it back on the table

“Nope, be good and look cute for the camera.” Getou began plummeting his cock harder through your hungry cunt, drawing wails from your reddened lips. The sound of skin slapping on skin, decorated by wet, slick noises was absolutely lewd and you were able to see how your face twisted in pleasure, adding onto the heat coiling in your tummy.

“S-Since I wasn’t invited before, I think we should just make our own movie..fuck–, and make Satoru watch alone this time..”

It took you a bit to catch up to what he was referring to, the thing you were talking about earlier, right..your ‘date’ with Gojo. The logical part of you was screaming no at the thought that Gojo could possibly see what you’ve done, but the you with pussy stuffed to the brim only clenched at Getou’s comment, getting him to hiss and thrust harder into your inviting warmth.

“Oh shit..you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that..fuck-” Contrary to his words, Getou continues fucking into you like a wild animal, too clouded by the feeling of your gummy walls enveloping his hard cock. You were perfect in his eyes, soft skin with curves in all the right places, sweet lips and an even sweeter cunt. You fit around him just the right amount to overwhelm your pretty little head while you try to fuck him into your sweet spot. It was so adorable how you didn’t realize what you were doing, only mindlessing chasing your own high looking all ditzy, with drool escaping the corner of your mouth following shameless gasps. You felt all tingly and hot, your nipples pressed on the desk adding extra friction with how hard Getou was rocking the furniture. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, to finally bring yourself over the edge, but you couldn’t move with his body weighing down on you. Getou could tell that you were about to cum by the way your pussy began squeezing down on his cock, attempting to milk his release as well.

“Don’t, not yet.” He grunted, and you cried out weakly in response, mewling as he gradually slowed down again. You felt more tears prick up at being denied, and you were fully prepared to beg as much as he wanted if only Getou would fuck you like you deserved. You were so patient and obedient, but you just couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Hey don’t cry–”

Two strong knocks came from the door.

Both of you consecutively paused, complete silence falling between your connected bodies. Fear douses your head in cold water and you say nothing, waiting for Getou to make the next move. You couldn’t see him, with his face cut off through the recording, but your eyes widen when you felt him eventually shift, twisting you around while you were still pierced on his cock. You bite back a moan when Getou’s palms slips under your ass and halts you off the desk, your legs instinctively wrapping over his hips and your arms circling around his neck.

“W-What are you doing?” You whispered.

He lets out a throaty laugh, proceeding to calmly walk to the door as the knocking gets louder, the person outside calling out.

“Gojo-san. I got the report.”

Recognition flashes in your head, that voice..

It was Nanami, the helpful blonde man that you’ve encountered several times when you got a little lost on campus. You panic when Getou continued carrying your practically naked self to the entrance, but your little fuss didn’t phase him, only stopping when you both were inches from the door.

The knocks resumed again with Nanami’s tone rising.

“I heard you inside. You’ve been asking for this, so don’t ignore me now.”

Nanami was so close, the door being the only barrier that protected your exposed tits and dripping cunt from his view. You wouldn’t know what to do if he came in and saw the indecency you were committing in a professional workplace.

Would he be disgusted?

Would his stoic persona finally break?

You were scared..but also dangerously aroused. Getou groans feeling you tighten around his cock, knowingly massaging your ass in his grip. He pinned your back against the door, not being subtle at all when a thud noise resulted in Nanami’s knocks seizing.

“Come. Back. Later.” Getou growled out under his breath, thrusting up into you as your head fell back, releasing a high whimper.

It was over. There’s no way Nanami wouldn’t be suspicious now, hearing a voice that clearly wasn’t Gojo’s. Your nails dug into Getou’s back, unable to hold back your little moans as he moved fast and harsh inside of you. He showed no sign of stopping or slowing down after holding back on you so many times, and you were able to feel deep within your stomach every time the head of his cock hit your best places. The amount of wetness and precum that you collectively gathered was gushing around where your pussy connected with him, obscene noises once again bringing a cherry flush to your ears.

“Ngh..h-he’s outsid-”

Getou was busy ramming into the delicious cavern of your cunt, ignoring your comment and how his junior was probably able to hear everything that was happening. He didn’t care, you belonged to him and Nanami can fuck off or bear witness to him fucking your stupid brains out. You were just too sweet, eagerly clamping down on him and offering your tight pussy to him for your first time. Him, and nobody else. Not Gojo, not some other unworthy guy, but him. And he was going to give you the good fucking you deserve after giving him all those looks the past few weeks you started working here.

Little gasps and stutters in your voice tells him that your orgasm was close, and fuck he needed to see you make a mess of yourself and have you sob pathetically around his cock as you do.

“Cmon baby, touch yourself for me.”

You felt so relieved, you reached a hand down before he changed his mind, shaky fingers gliding through your sensitive folds. You panted against Getou’s chest, feeling the tension in your stomach building with every thrust he sends deep within your pussy. The added stimulation from your fingers sent quivers over your lower half, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Clouded in pleasure, your sight was blurred by tears as you said something unintelligible to Getou about needing to cum and needing it badly. He chuckles, leaning forward to press a kiss along your jawline.

“Go ahead, be a good girl and cream on my cock.”

Getou’s hips speed up, and not even a second later, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you gasped, an intense wave of pure white washing over your twitching body. You whined, muttering Getou’s name in meaningless rambles as he continues fucking you through your high, feeling your slick gush down your pulsing cunt and escape every time he pulls back.

“Oh- fuck..you’re so fucking tight..” Getou’s thick length was quickly beginning to overwhelm your overstimulated pussy, and your noises of protest had his grip on your ass tightening.

“Hush..s-shit, just a little more..” His cock pounded impossibly harder, abusing your soft, plush walls to the point where you were wailing and scratching at his arms, trying to form a coherent sentence to tell him to slow down. Lucky for you, it wasn’t long until Getou’s head tucked into your neck as he released a low groan, filling your pussy with his hot cum. Warmth spread throughout your stomach and you sighed, rubbing your cheek against Getou’s. His movements were slowing down, but he made sure to fuck his spent into you nice and well, milking his cock for all its worth. You were trembling all over and way too tired to try and stop him, so you allowed him to handle you like a doll till he was satisfied. Your head was spinning, and whether it was the comfortable buzz or just pure exhaustion, you were ready to pass out in place. Getou eventually pulls out, making sure to support your hips and legs as he temporarily sets you on the floor. Your back leaned against the door as you blink tiredly at the ground, unaware of the mixed fluids escaping from the confines of your pussy. Rustling came from where Getou stood above you, he must've been fixing himself up, which made you realize he hasn’t actually taken any of his clothes off fully. Compared to you, he looked as put together as he was this morning, and you didn’t care to cover your body, only basking in this nice tingly feeling with your mouth slightly agape. Footsteps traveled across the room, and then Getou appeared in front of you kneeling, one hand holding some tissues and the other his phone.

“Hm..it’s a shame that we didn’t get everything on camera.” He mused as he took one of the tissues to wipe the remaining tears off your face. You scrunch your eyes and then yawn, to which Getou laughed, taking another tissue to clean between your thighs.

“Uhm..are you going to tell Gojo-san?” You voiced a concern that has been on your mind since the beginning. You didn’t know if he was being serious about showing the video to his best friend or if it was all just sex talk. Should you be concerned? Well.. it was a little late for that.

Getou’s hand brushed against your leg, now trying to rid the floor of any excess residue.

“How do I put this..he might already know.”

His statement didn't make any sense, how could Gojo know?

“Unless he actually isn’t here, but I’m pretty sure he never left campus. I can still feel his cursed energy present.”

You suddenly shot up straight in your sitting position, looking helplessly confused.

“How..? Even so, he isn’t here s-so..”

Getou shook his head, a guilty smile crossing his face briefly.

“Satoru sees everything, as ominous as that might sound. But maybe if he happened to be wearing his blindfold and shades at the same time then-”

The door supporting your back started jiggling just then, frightening you to scramble and fall forward into Getou, who caught you in his chest. Your eyes flicker to his in panic, whispering

“Did..Didn’t Nanami leave..?”

The voice that came from outside, however, was a much worse possibility than Nanami at the moment.

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.

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“Open the door Suguru.”

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AN: yes i will make a masterlist soon to organize my stuff.. but i am lazy

[maybanksbabe]

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 [𝐈𝐈]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: days later, you're hung up on what transpired between you and Rafe. Unable to distract yourself, you decide to take matters into your own hands, only for things to take a drastic turn... Maybe having walls as thin as yours is not the blessing you first thought it was.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): pornstar!Rafe Cameron, language, mentions of and descriptions of sex and sexual content, mutual masturbation, oral (m), R is THIRSTY, fingering, overstimulation if you squint, *gasp* and they were neighbours! if I missed anything lmk!

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: star boy - the weeknd; good kisser - usher; hands to myself - selena gomez

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 - 𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺

Days after your first foray with Rafe in his kitchen, you'd been left in a kind of limbo; too shy to ask for more but thinking of nothing else. Things hadn't seemed to change all that much at a glance, but you could feel it in the way you shared glances across the laundry room. Or how your fingers grazed when he handed your mail over first thing on a Saturday morning.

It was getting unbearable and all you could do was suffer in silence. Well, not total silence. Not in the small hours when your vibrator called to you from your nightstand drawer on more than one occasion. It was beginning to affect every little thing you did. Collecting mail from downstairs had you wishing he'd appear and bend you over the sorting table. Swapping your laundry over in the basement made you want to sit on a machine with his head between your thighs as the washer rumbled and vibrated beneath you.

You had a serious problem.

Even midday naps were no longer sacred. Rafe had managed to leak into every aspect of your life since that night. It was driving you crazy. What else could he do? What was he into? So many more questions like that filled your every waking hour. Bu all you could do whenever you saw him was smile awkwardly and offer a small wave.

So who was going to blame you when you saw him picking up a delivery and he was there in his - now trademark - grey sweatpants and no shirt, gold chain hanging perfectly against his collarbones. He hefted the box into his arms and you had to bite back the moan that threatened to excape at the sight of his biceps flexing.

You'd ducked back into your apartment before you could be seen and later that night, the indelible image of those muscles flexing and rippling took you over the edge of white hot euphoria. You weren't exactly shy either with your volume, uncaring if he heard you or not over the equally explicit sounds coming from his side of the wall.

And now, ten days later, you were still harboring that sinful crush on your neighbour, who may or may not already be in the know. Rafe kept his cards close to his chest, that's for sure. Nothing in his outward demeanour had changed, or so you thought as you passed each other in the corridor or made eye contact as you took out the garbage.

You'd also learned some interesting things about Rafe since that night in his kitchen. For example, if he wasn't filming that day, at about one in the morning you could hear him rubbing one out. That was enough to tell you that he could definitely hear you too. Or, when he was filming you heard almost every single one of his co-stars refer to him as Daddy. Not that you'd argue, to be honest.

It must've been a free day for him because you hadn't heard a peep all morning, save for him moving about in his kitchen, playing music. But almost like clockwork, around the 1 AM mark, the faint, throaty grunts and groans started. Unlike the other times though, you decided to indulge yourself.

Your fingers travelled, skimming along exposed skin and pushing your sleepshorts down to your ankles, underwear quick to follow. You closed your eyes as you began working circles against your clit and teasing at your bare cunt. Picturing Rafe hovering over you, your legs over his shoulders as he rocks into you relentlessly, that fucking gold chain dangling in your face with each thrust.

"Fuck..." you moaned, louder than you had originally intended. Rafe quietened for a moment before resuming at a slightly louder volume than before, as if trying to prove a point. His moans and muffled cursing was enough to keep you going, wanting to make it a game of who could be louder, to hell with anyone else in the unit.

That familiar knot in the pit of your stomach already began tightening with each sinful and illicit noise you could hear from Rafe. Even as you tried your hardest to reach that one spot just inside your aching cunt, knowing it would draw out loud, unfiltered moans from you, you kept picturing Rafe in the room with you, pounding into you like his life depended on it or between your thighs like he had been the other night.

"Rafe - oh, shit -" you gasped as you stroked against that one spot inside you and kept your other fingers pressing messy circles into your clit, making you crave the release that was so close.

Next door, Rafe didn't let up either, clearly trying to egg you on and encourage this.. Whatever it was that you were doing. And it was working. A light sheen of sweat beaded on your forehead as you chased the high you so desperately wanted.

Chanting his name like some kind of Holy mantra, you came undone against your fingers. Seconds later, the tell-tale moans had tapered off and now you were both left breathing hard and blinking away the stars from your vision. Enough was enough now. Redressing yourself, you hurried to your feet and made sure to grab a key on your way out. Five steps to the left of your door you stopped and raised your hand to knock, only for the door to swing open and for Rafe to pull you into his apartment.

"Think this is some kinda game?" he snapped as the door swung shut behind you both.

"You started it," you remarked childishly as he backed you up to the nearest wall, caging you in.

"That's not the fuckin' point." Lips connected with a bruising force and it was a good thing he had you pressed up against the wall because your knees damn near gave out.

"You think it's been easy listenin' to you moan my name through the wall whilst getting yourself off? Did you even cum or were you just doin' it to get under my skin?" there was a heavy, breathless pause between the two of you as his hips came flush to yours, allowing you to feel just how hard he was under those fucking grey sweatpants.

"What if it was both?" He let out a sharp sigh and shook his head in disbelief.

"You're drivin' me fuckin' crazy, y'know that?"

"I had an inclination," you replied without missing a beat and reached between you to cup his raging hard-on.

"Minx," he growled against your parted lips, trying so hard to keep his resolve and prove that he had the upper hand in this scenario. Alas, that was not the case.

"And d'you think it's fair that for the last week and a half I've had to listen to you fuck other people and then your hand in the small hours? I can hear everything, Rafe." What compelled you to guide him back to the kitchen table and push his sweatpants down to his ankles, you're not sure, but you were thankful for the sudden confidence. Hi boxer-briefs were quick to follow and before he knew it you were on your knees, mouth open and a hand around his hot, aching cock.

"Shit..." he gasped at the first contact from youur warm, wet mouth and the way you hummed around him, taking him as far as possible until you couldn't manage any more. You stopped, looking up at him like butter wouldn't melt and the rosy flush on his cheeks definitely made the ache in your jaw worth it. You moved slowly at first, well aware of his size and not wanting to do any kind of damage to yourself. Now that you were upclose and personal, the noises you drew from him were so much better thananything you'd heard through your bedroom wall.

"Fuck - God, that mouth -" Braced against the table behind him, Rafe let you do as you pleased and made no attempt to stop you in any of your endeavours. Or keep the volume down, it seemed. There was no shyness in the way he moaned and praised you with shaking breaths, though you supposed in his line of work, shyness wasn't an option.

"You keep goin' like that and I'm gonna embarrass myself," he stated, flushed and breathless as you carried on, not changing anything about the way your lips wrapped around him and how you hollowed your cheeks to take him as far into your throat as possible. His slender fingers wound into your hair and tugged ever so gently, encouraging you to keep going.

With just a few grunts and half-uttered warnings, Rafe became unspooled and came with a sharp gasp. You swallowed all that you could and when you stood up, he pulled you in for the most obscene kiss you'd ever had, the taste of him still on your tongue.

"Goddamn, that mouth of yours... Next time, just talk to me, okay, sweetheart?" It was your turn to get hot under the collar as your foreheads rested together.

"I'll sure try... But maybe we could, I dunno, make this a regular thing?" A toothy grin spread across his kiss-bitten lips and he reached a hand up to cup the side of your face.

"Like a no-strings arrangement? You really that insatiable?" You nipped at his bottom lip and he snapped his teeth in retaliation.

"I can't think of anything better, to be honest. I get it if you don't want to, I'm just offering a means to let off steam," you stated and tried to step away, but he pulled you right back in and swallowed your protests with a languid, messy kiss.

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@veescorneroftheworld @drewphyy @dreamingwithrafe @softcoremaybank @outerbankies

[shredlad]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

~ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 ~

──────── *ೃ ‍୨ recom Lyle x human reader ୧ ☪⋆｡˚

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: FINALLY FINISHED IT, sorry for waiting, here you have it now you thirsty mofos, enjoy your meal

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: losing virginity, gentle sex, fingering, Lyle taking care of you after sex

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

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Lyle went in to kiss you as you were laying on your back. It surprised you a little so you flinched.

Slowly you took his bottom lip into your mouth, enjoying the low moan that escaped with an exhale of breath, and the strong hands that lovingly held your neck and waist. Your own hands made their way to his lower back, and you tried to pull him flush against you.

His body was like a cocoon of warmth wrapped around you, pulling you toward him, letting you feel him, all of him.

A thrill of desire coursed through your entire being in anticipation of feeling Lyle's mouth on you. He slid down your body, kissing your neck and collar bone before ending at your chest. You wanted his kisses on your breasts, so you moved your arms and shoulders wide open away from your body, exposing your breasts for him to feel and kiss. He was planting kisses all over your thin skin and so you huffed at that pleasent sensation.

His hand then slid down away from your hip and over your thigh. His caresses changed, feeling more like a massage as his thumbs kneaded the sensitive flesh, bringing him closer and closer to where you needed him.

He was hot and hard against your thigh, making you so wet, wetter than you'd ever been. His knuckle skimmed your inner thigh coaxing you to open for him, to bare your most intimate place.

You bit your lip in anxiety wondering what he would think about you.

His finger tentatively swept across your slit making you moan and arch up off the bed. He stilled your hips again before sliding in and out, but you needed - "More," you begged. Understanding he increased the speed then inserted another finger. You soaked his fingers in juice and made squelching noises which made you blush. Lyle loved how wet you're getting, and only from his fingers. God… Ugh… it felt so good. Your legs began to shake as a coil of pleasure wound tight inside you.

"Lyle!" You screamed as erotic bliss exploded within, causing you to dig your nails into Lyle's blue shoulders. You vaguely heard him moaning as arousal gushed from sensitive opening.

After he was done fingering you he moved on to unzip his pants. You whimpered at the sound of zipper, knowing what's next. He pulled out his already erect member and stroked it before lining up with you.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear. "You'll have to trust me babygirl. Just relax, it'll be fine." He kissed your shoulder and ruffled up your hair. You took in a deep breath and tried to relax as much as possible.

"Whenever you feel uncomfortable, just tell me." He brushed both of his hands down your ribs and sides while his massive cock stood lined up with your pussy. Lyle couldn't wait to fill you up.

Hovering over you he pressed the tip of his cock against your slick opening. He pushed forward gently, it wasn't enough, your slippery flesh caused his dick to slide up through your folds and rub against your sensitive clit.

This time he pressed harder and you felt the tip of his dick slip inside of you, stretching your hymen.

Your lips quivered and eyes watered, but you held back the impending breakdown. You felt a sharp burning sensation and an uncomfortable pressure against your pelvis. As he slowly pressed further the burning increased even more.

He moaned, pushing into you, as his fingertips dug into your hips. A couple erratic thrusts later and you could vaguely feel him pulsating inside of you.

You didn't feel the mind numbing pain you'd always imagined you'd feel, probably because you managed to relax at last, but as some of the pain subsided, you saw Lyle's soul searching eyes locked on yours pouring every bit of the love he felt for you into your tender connection.

"I love you, Lyle!" You gasped as a tear slipped down your cheek.

"Baby… I love you too" he replied kissing the tear away as he thrust slowly.

His eyes rolled back and clenched tight all of a sudden and you could tell he was close. His back arched as he was pounding two final thrusts and then collapsed beside you. Your pussy throbbed with cum dripping down your ass. He rolled closer to you wrapping his arms around you and bringing you with him. His softening dick slipped out as he pulled you higher to rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"Are you okay? You looked like you were in big pain for a minute there?" he asked softly, but still a little out of breath.

"I'm sore, but I'll be fine. Feeling connected to you like that was amazing" you said with a dreamy sigh.

The sheets under you were stained with blood and soon you realised you cannot get up on your feet. Lyle went to stop you from trying and placed you down to lay on a bed.

"You lay here, I'll prepare you a bubble bath and some new clothes."

You smiled lovingly at him, admiring his kindness and care for you. He zipped his pants and left the room, preparing the bath for you. If he could he'd jump right in a bath with you but unfortunately he was too big, unable to fit in.

Another tear of happiness slid down your cheek, you made it. Conquered your fear and made love to the sweetest man of your life, after canceling it so many times. But no matter what, Lyle respected your decision and remained patient as he understood your fear.

"There you go, all set up. C'mere." He picked you up from the bed in a bridal style and you hung your hands around his neck. Gently, he crouched down and placed you in a warm bath full of bubbles.

He sat on a chair backwards and rested his arms and head on the seat, watching your happy little face. You were submerged up to your chin and Lyle decided it would be funny to take some of the foam and place it onto your head.

You flicked some of the water with your finger in his face and he flinched wiping it off and chuckling.

The two of you remained in the bathroom that night, spraying water all over and laughing. Having the time of your life.

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❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈: A Pay for Kindness!

Edogawa Ranpo

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... Mentions of abuse, sexual assault, double meaning words/sentences.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 2.04K

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕

Cough. They really do love mentioning my name, huh? I guess, it can't be helped if they always need someone like me.

Fishing his hands on his pocket as he roamed through the streets, wandering around the city alone - it was his first time to be travelling without anyone nor the white haired boy whose tagging alongside him. Although, he found it quite nauseu to have someone around when he can go out alone (he actually can't), he's not used to it (though, he won't admit). It was unusual for this city to be awfully peaceful, yet it's also too depressing to have it destroyed once, yet again. Crime will never stop nor it will fall asleep - it keeps going and that what keeps him going too.

The ironic thing about people with abilities are not being able to use their abilities in a right way - they choose to use their gifted abilities to cause ruckus and to hide the truth. But, no truth are hidden when it comes to him - he always knew the truth; Ranpo Edogawa is never wrong. The power of his knowledge to identify ones being like he's reading a book and the story are the plot of their life from their birth and crimes. Although, what he lacks is emotion. Reading a book that catches ones attention also captures their emotional mentality, making them feel every words written as they reflecting through the characters.

Ranpo never enjoy reading a book like how he enjoy reading someone's life without privacy. He's using his own advantages to accelerate in life - although, he guessed, he did too much - now, he have grown up too fast, too curious, and a coward to realized something he should've had.

Not all people are like you! Leave me alone! A voice of a little girl snapped him out of his own little world, the walls he created away from the reality and how people are not like him - crashed down as he started to see how the world works now, little by little as he stared at the people around him - looking so clueless and acting naìve. You're still a child, so am I. We should enjoy life to the fullest. Said the little girl on his head again. Although, she, whose a child like him before had no time to enjoy her childhood like he is.

He had grown up a little too fast and faced the reality a little too slow.

"Hah, so bored." He murmured, already feeling the vibration of his phone on his pocket as he continue to ignore the calls of his co-members. Kunikida must be fuming right now, but what can he do? I'm his senior.

"Oh? Saccho..." Ranpo's voice faltered as he witnessed the scene fold in front of him. He didn't expect to came across the President running his own errands - with a seemingly young woman besides him.

"...Who could that be?" He watch the President's mouth move as he talks, analyzing his expression and the wave of nostalgia on his aura. It was unusual for the President to smile, yet there's a small curve of expression plastered on his lips.

He frowned, nevertheless, he walk towards their direction as his eyes catches the up-front well-built building, scanning through the letters written in bold glass - the fine establishment were shining under the sun, reflecting in a shades of grey. He halts for a moment.

The Department of Justice, huh? He never thought he will capture the moment of the President talking to an authority - it was rare, seeing him even dressed well in a complete suit, looking ravishing and younger than his actual age. Fukuzawa finally noticed him, finally, as his grey eyes falter on the sight of his subordinate lurking around the street - alone.

"Ranpo," He acknowledged his presence, as the woman in the black coat turn her head, Ranpo's emerald eyes were on sight, staring at the young woman who looks back at him - a wave of nostalgia had hit him once in for a while.

"It's rare to see you alone in the streets. Ah, should I still introduce the both of you to each other?" Fukuzawa's question made Ranpo's eyes twitched as the young woman look away, a sudden intense atmosphere had been created.

This doesn't feel right. You thought, eyeing the way the man in front of you shifts uncomfortably. You watched how his hand balls into fist and loosened, the discomfort reaching through to tap on his shoes on the floor as you sighed.

Your eyes follow his form, noticing how he didn't change as much as before - yet, his body became lean and his face became more mature, the way his face fall in a stern expression were masculine, the lost emerald eyes you've seen before disappeared, replaced with a confident and more refined expression. And, the way he look at you were unreadable. It looks like you'll be eaten alive, yet you're quite relieved that there's no hatred plastered on his expression. It's been almost thirteen years after you've last seen him and honestly, you will surely understand if he ever planted any hatred for you after what happened.

"(Name)," Fukuzawa muttered your first name, as Ranpo's eyes flickered through your form. "She's a very reputable attorney now."

I can't believe this. Is this really... (Name)? His eyes scanned your face, although with your hair tied up in a low ponytail with a few strands framing your face - any people would look like a mess in this kind of hairstyle, but, you, you still look good - despite, the darkening bags under your eyes as a result of your sleepless nights, it was never a hinder to hide your beauty; followed by a touch of light makeup to highlight your beauty (well, you've still managed to put makeup on, atleast to look presentable). He noticed the cup of coffee on your hand, maybe, the sixth one for today. The black coat you're wearing were buttoned-up from your waist as he noticed you were clad in a suit under the coat.

You look... very professional and elegant as you bowed your head for acknowledgedment and he lowered his head back of respect.

"It's nice to see you again, (Name)." That's the only thing he has the courage to say as you held a small smile. It's nice to see them again, that's not a lie. But, after a long time without communication, you've became wary. The earlier interaction with Fukuzawa were stressful and now that you've bumped with Ranpo Edogawa were stressing you further.

"Yes, of course, Ranpo." His name slips on your lips like a honeyed butter, laced with a certain emotion that has him clearing his throat at the sudden realization.

"Well, it seems like you're still familiar with each other, I'm glad. (Name), if you're not so busy, would you mind another cup of coffee with us? I know a place that serves a good one." Fukuzawa uttered, breaking the tension in the air as you glance at your table, tapping on the screen as you checked on your schedule for today. Well, today seems like a mix of luck and misfortune; you have the time in your life for today, and you're gonna spend it with your past acquaintances.

"Well, I am definitely free for today. Just give me the directions and I'll drive us there," You waved the car keys through the air as you point the car parked inside the open area of the building's parking lot, "Care to join us, Ranpo?"

"I've never thought you will really pursue law, (Name)." Ranpo's voice erupted, breaking the nerve-wracking silence after Fukuzawa left the two of you on the table for a sudden call. The car ride were quiet, and even after you've arrived at the café which was also owned by the Armed Detective Agency, it was awfully quiet and you were quite thankful for him as he finally tried to make conversation.

"I really never did imagined too. I thought, I am all talk before because, it was a really tough journey. I accelerate a few grades when I took an exam and luckily, I managed to passed." You answered, sipping on the coffee. It surprisingly taste good as you silently beamed at the taste - oh, you were really going back here again.

"You're a very smart girl - oh, a woman now, I supposed," Ranpo replied, a grin plastered on his face, "It is no wonder you made your own wish came true."

"Well, what about you, then? You seemed very well-known to the police officers too. I've been hearing your name a lot after I've arrived in Japan." You shifted the attention away from you and he noticed how you easily managed to do that - no wonder.

"Oh, you were in abroad?"

You nodded, "Yes."

"Well, it's no help when they'll always need me everytime a murder case are discovered. The gullibility of the people is making m-"

"Ranpo, what do we think about the people whose intelligence are not like you, hm?"

He halted, eyes widening as he stared at you in bewilderedment - his hands were tightly grasping until he could feel his nails on his skin. The same girl with the exact words he heard thirteen years ago. You seemed to be aware of your impact to the man, seeing as how he became agitated and you quite panicked, alarmed at how his expression contorted.

"I, uh, I apologize -"

"Ranpo!" A sudden unfamiliar voice interrupt as your head whipped on the direction, staring at the new faces like a deer caught in a red light as you managed to catch your composure, chugging on the cup of coffee until it's empty as you wipe your lips with the napkin on the table.

"We've been searching for you. Why aren't you answering my calls?" A young man, with lean and tall body with glasses appeared in front of you - he's quite familiar, yet you couldn't pinpoint the exact information where you've seen him. The other much younger looking boy behind him, a white-haired with black streaks tips on the end of his.... unusual bangs were looking at you curiously, yet he appeared to be a little intimidated when he noticed your stares, although he gave you an awkward smile which you returned with raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement.

The man-tiger. You've seen him through the newspapers and he often appears on the television after The Guild's downfall. He looks strange, yet appalling in person - he's pale and the rareness of his heterochromia eyes... it's definitely a disease. You continue to eye the two of them until the blonde finally notices your presence - he might have forgotten I am here. The said man gave Ranpo a good scolding before turning his attention to you.

He cleared his throat, "And, mind introducing this lady to us?" He put a hand on his hip.

"(Last Name), (Name) or you can call her Attorney (Last Name)," Ranpo replied as you nod your head towards their direction, "(Name), this is Kunikida Doppo and Nakajima Atsushi. Both of them are part of the Agency."

Kunikida, as Ranpo introduced, extended his arm as you accepted his greetings, you turn to Atsushi to greet him too, awkwardly shooking your hand with a nervous smile.

"For a second, I thought Ranpo finally found a woman he could take on a date," Kunikida sighed, "Nice to meet you, Attorney. I've heard a lot about you."

Your eyebrow perked up, glancing at Ranpo who has his eyebrow raised on your direction too as you shifted your attention to Kunikida again.

"Well, I do hope Ranpo is not talking rather, oddly stories about me." You heard an audible grumble of disapproval from the dark-haired male as Kunikida shook his head.

"No. What I meant was I've heard how much of a great lawyer you are. You're quite the talk of the town after you've arrived here," He confirmed as you nod your head. "Especially, to the police officers."

"Thank you. Though, I didn't realized how much of an impact I made." You replied. You never really like to be praised, nor to be recognized to the public, you never really appeared on news. As much as possible, you want to keep your profile anonymous to keep yourself safe and your future clients. That way, no one can harm you or the victims. Still, the name, (Last Name), (Name) will still be recognized, at the end of the day.

"Well, (Name). Since, we already saw each other again, how about, we make some deal?" Ranpo spoke so suddenly, catching your attention. The audacity - hah. Although, he did help me in the lowest point of my life, as long as it's not something that will ruin my values in life, I guess.

"What is it, then?" You answered.

"Accompany us through your stay here in the city and I'll make sure the Agency will keep you safe, because I know how much of a danger you get yourself into." He replied, eyeing you directly with such a glint in his eyes. He could sense the wariness and doubt in you -something's never really had changed - you still love to wear your heart in your sleeve. He can read right through you.

"As long as it's never against the law. Because I know, too, how dirty the Agency can get and it's against my principles. Only this way I could repay your kindness." You let out a deep sigh, staring straight at him like the other two men didn't exist. You've examined his facade again.

Something's never really had changed - Ranpo still love to stare at you with those rich green eyes as you clenched on the ring on your finger under the table; the stone imitating the color of his eyes.

The eyes of the young boy that places the hope in your heart.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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#𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. LORD YANRIC HAIMELHEIM ― dark fantasy antagonist. original character accompanied by original canon. themes of death, genocide and fantasy war lay ahead. crafted by dima.

CARRD. ✦ MUSIC ✦

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 a lich feigning humanity, reliquaries hidden in plain sight, carving the path for delusions of grandeur, decay permeating from your very core, and the insatiable desire to dig deeper into the earth.

𝐈. no homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, harassment etc. i do not reblog callouts unless the individual is genuinely harmful (i.e. behaviour related to those listed), rather than being called out for personal grievances. you are welcome to block the tag 'callout /' for this purpose.

no god-modding/power-play; as the antagonist, yanric is ridiculously op in his original canon. liches are undead, ascended magic users. i don't intend to write fight scenes but of course i won't do any injury without checking with you first!

𝐈𝐈. i do not interact with minors. if you are a minor, i ask that you do not interact with me or this blog. i cannot guarantee that this blog will remain sfw, therefore this is a blanket rule.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. yanric is a villain (albeit charming and charismatic) and i don't intend to shy away/soften him up. i do not write incest, nsfw involving minors or sexual violence - i'm okay with these topics being included in a character's backstory but will not be writing these explicitly. i do write nsfw headcanons/nsfw themes in my threads. this may include sexual content and explicit gore / violence, with my rp partner's consent.

𝐈𝐕. this blog will be low activity. i work full time in a demanding job, so please don't interact with me if you need fast replies to maintain a muse. i am quite responsive ooc, but when it comes to writing, you will just have to take my word for it that i am worth the wait ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

𝐕. shipping is very cool. yanric is bisexual and very evil. i ship with chemistry, and i prefer head-canoning more than threads due to my writing speed, but i am still interested! generally singleship but this is not a hard rule. i’m also poly friendly! no nsfw with minors (mun/muse), no incest or SA plots.

NOTE: yanric is undead. his human appearance is a glamour, he is literally a corpse. i won't stop you if you wanna f*ck him but CINDY THIS IS A SKELETON, THIS IS BONES. also has "unhealthy" behaviours (obsession, jealousy, extremely co-dependent with parental issues) so fluff is very unlikely.

𝐕𝐈. i'd appreciate it if you didn't use heavy metaphors / poetry in our threads. absolutely no hate or anything, i just find it very difficult to understand what the characters are actually doing in this writing style. i also ask that you don't use real life face claims in our threads; i write characters who do not have irl images so it feels very space jam.

on the topic of imagery, icons are a mix of my own art, seth (ennead), and medici (lord of mysteries). please see below for credits!

𝐕𝐈𝐈. i go by dima and vodka interchangeably, for those who would rather not use names related to alcohol. both are fine with me! i'm 27 and use they/them. i'm a hobbyist artist and i love fantasy, liches in particular. i will draw our muses whether u like it or not. my dms are open, and feel free to ask for my discord!

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.

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"Soo Mr. Charming, what's your plan?" You ask, "Well first of all I need to know if you aren't protective of your boyfriend." Heizou says, "No not that much, why?" You ask, "We're going to be eavesdropping him. Well, just me, but you get the point." Heizou says, "Hm, I see.. but what would you eavesdrop about if he's not even showing himself to people?" You ask again, "Don't fret, [name]. I'll be the one who'll do this, but for now ask other people or his classmates." Heizou suggests, "I see.. alright, good luck, Heizou. Let's meet up at the garden? 12 noon?" You say, "Sure. See you! Good luck on your investigation as well." Heizou says, you both bid farewell, you watch as Heizou as he leaves the building, school is done, you just decided to stay in there for a while, but clubs are currently having meetings, Xiao's club is the music club. So you'll ask his club mates what he's been doing and if he has been hanging out with other people. You look at your watch on your arm, "10:30.. 20 minutes until their meetings done. Hm.. what to do to pass time.." you muttered to yourself

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"Ah! Right! Albedo's pretty close to Xiao.. we're both pretty close too! Albedo said he'd be at the laboratory.. let's pray that he's available." You said to yourself, you go and head to the staircase until you met someone familiar, "[name]?" Someone said, "Ganyu! Hello! How are you doing?" You greet an old friend of yours, her name was Ganyu and she's apart of the student council. "I'm doing well, [name]! Thank you, it's been so long since we last talked!" Ganyu said, "Right! You've been so busy with student council work so.." you said, "Right.. also, I heard from Xiao that you changed your phone number? What's your number? I think we can talk through texting!" Ganyu said, "Ah right, here!" You say as you hand a piece of paper, the piece of paper has your phone number written on it, "Great! I'll talk to you soon then. I need to go though! I still have a meeting to attend to. It was nice talking to you [name]! Let's talk like this again in the future." Ganyu says, you once again bid farewell to your old friend and continue on. You reach the laboratory and knock, "Come in." You heard a voice, you slid the door the the left, "Hi Albedo! Am I disturbing you?" You say, "Not at all. Please, come in." He says as he placed a chair beside him, you closed the door and walked to Albedo, "Hey Albedo, just a quick question." You say, "What is it?" Albedo says while he looks at you, "Well it's about Xiao, has he been hanging out with you? Since yesterday or?" You asked, "Ah, yes. Why?" Albedo says, "Well there's a romour circling that Xiao cheated on someone so.." you say, "Don't believe that, [name]. Xiao wouldn't do that, I have proof that Xiao didn't cheat." Albedo says, "Really? Can I see it?" You say, he nods, Albedo reaches to his bag to find his phone, once he found it he started scrolling through something. "Here, scroll up to see more. Hopefully this proves it?" Albedo says as he gives his phone to you, you carefully take his phone and start scrolling through some.. messages? "It's an explanation..?" You say as you continue reading their conversation. "That is correct. I asked Xiao about this as well, he gave me an explanation. I also didn't want to believe this as Xiao isn't the type of person to cheat. I hope this is enough to convince you?" Albedo says, "Hey Albedo.. Is it okay that I take a picture of this? I need it." You say, "Go ahead." Albedo says, you take out your phone as you take a picture of all the messages, "Thanks Albedo! You really helped me out." You thank him, "It's nothing, [name]. It's my pleasure." He says, "Bye Albedo! Good luck on your experiment." You say, you both say your goodbyes, "Alright, I got one clue. It should be enough? But let's ask Xiao's clubmates before concluding todays "investigation" as what Heizou would call it." You first check your wristwatch to see how many minutes are left until their meeting is done. "8 minutes.. I'll give Hu Tao a call, maybe she has some information."

You muttered, you open your contacts and look for Hu Tao's number, "604..604.. aha!" You say, you call the number.

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"Hellooo!" Hu Tao answers, "Hey, Hu Tao! How are you?" You ask, "Doing great doin good! How about you?" Hu Tao replies, "I'm doing well, thank you. But I called you to ask about the rumour." You say "Oh! Right, well, the first one who started that rumour is someone in your class I think? Yeah, your chemistry class. The person was really close to Xiao as well, I think his name was Ae.. Aether..? I forgot. The photo wasn't edited, there was video footage. I could send it to you but.. no." Hu Tao says, "I see, thank you Hu Tao! But I have one more question, do you actually believe that Xiao's cheating?" You ask, "Yes I 100% do. Listen I'm pretty close to Xiao, but it's definitely possible he can cheat. It may seem he doesn't have the heart to cheat, but you never know." Hu Tao says, "Alright.. I see, thank you so much for answering my calls for once, Hu Tao. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" You say, "Bye [name]!" You hang up.

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You check you wristwatch again, "2 more minutes. I'll head to their classroom." You said, you weren't that close to Xiao's clubmates as they as separated, the students are too much so unfortunately for you, you didn't get paired with Xiao, you and Xiao's clubmates only talked when you were all practicing, it's kind of surprising that they're all pretty good acquaintances. But not really close, you lean at the wall thinking about the things that you learned, *alright so.. my information I got is what Heizou explained, the conversation or explanation Xiao said in Albedo's text messages, the information Hu Tao told me.. so far two clues are leading that he isn't cheating, but one is..* you thought, "This is confusing." You said to yourself, "Ah! [Name], what are you doing here?" One of Xiao's clubmates greeted you, "Hi, Kazuha! Sorry to disturb.. oh? Hi Yun jin! Hi Xinyan!" You greeted them as well, "Well what a surprise! Hello [name]! It's great seeing you after almost two weeks!" Xinyan said, "I know right? [Name], how have you been?" Yun Jin says, "I'm doing great, Miss Yun! Thank you!" You say, "It's nice seeing you all after a long time! But I'm just here to ask some questions.. is that okay?" You say, "Go ahead, [name]." Kazuha says, "Well you know that rumour that has been circling around..?" You ask, "The one where Xiao is..?" Xinyan says in a hush tone. "Yeah, that, I've just been wondering, has Xiao been here ever since yesterday? I never saw him yesterday and today." You said, "Actually, yes. Xiao did attend club yesterday, but immediately left." Kazuha said, "Right.. that was kind of suspicious of him." Xinyan says, "Ah right! I saw him in one of the hallways here, it seemed as if he was crying? Or something like that. I could visibly see tears so I assumed he was crying.. that's it though." Yun Jin says, "Oh? Really..?" You say, Yun Jin nods, "Oh right.. I was with Yun Jin that time, I was confused too since Xiao isn't the type of person to show much emotions so.. not saying he can't show emotions though!" Xinyan says, your eyes lit up, "Thank you guys so much!" You say, "Hey– I gotta go give someone a call. Is that okay? I'll come back!" You say, "Alright, no rush!" Kazuha says, "Alright, 714.. 714.. where the hell is Heizou's number?!" You said, "There." You say as you found Heizou's number, "Hello?" Heizou picks up, "Heizou!" You slightly yell, "Ah– [name]!" Heizou says, "That's [name]?" Someone in the background said, "Yep, hold on. [Name]? Why'd you call me?" Heizou asks, "Oops did I call you on the wrong time and you're talking to someone or?" You say, "No it's okay!" Heizou reassures you, "Anyways I've got information to tell you. Can we meet early?" You ask, "Sure thing! Hey I'll be right back." You heard Heizou whisper, "I'll meet you there." Heizou said, you hang up the call, you two met at the place you both planned to meet up at.

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"[Name]!" Heizou yelled yout name, "Heizou! About time." You said, "Alright– I'll go first?" You ask, Heizou nods, "Alright, well, do you know Aether?" You ask, "Yeah, why? He's one of my closest friends." Heizou said, "Well Hu Tao said Aether was the one who made the rumour and take a picture of Xiao cheating. That's what Hu Tao told me." You say, "Huh, that's possible. Just wondering why he didn't approach Xiao first and make him explain.." Heizou wonders, "Anyway, I also got some proof that Xiao didn't cheat, gave by the renowned Albedo." You say as you give him your phone, "Ooh interesting.." Heizou mutters, "Yeah, last one, Yun Jin said she saw Xiao crying in a hallway with Xinyan. Kazuha said Xiao attended club but left immediately, that's it." You say, "Ah– wait, let me give someone a call for a minute." You say, Heizou nods

Heizou's Perspective

*Hm.. Xiao claimed he never went outside yesterday, he just came out when he wanted to talk to us.. but Yun Jin and Xinyan said they saw Xiao crying in a hallway yesterday? This is confusing Xiao..* he thinks to himself, "Heizou? You okay?" [Name] asks, "Ah [name], yes, I'm just thinking. I got a few clues myself." You say "Oh? Let's hear them!" [Name] exclaimed, "Alright, well, I talked to Xiao, that's the person you heard on the call. I asked what he did that day, but I didn't mention the rumour, I just said it's something his clubmates were asking about. I asked 'Xiao, what have you been doing since yesterday?' he replied, 'I stayed in my apartment, what else? I only came out to talk to you guys.' I believed him at first, but what Yun Jin and Xinyan said? I'm kind of confused." Heizou said, "Also confirmed that the photo wasn't Xiao, I heard it from Aether, but he was suspended to take back what he said." Heizou added, "Suspended? For what?" [Name] asks, Heizou shrugs, "..you know what I'm thinking?" [Name] asks you, "I think I do.." you say, [name] raises an eyebrow, "You go first then." [Name] says, "I'm thinking.. Aether being framed?" You say, "Bingo!" [Name] exclaimed happily, "It all pieces up. Aether wouldn't do that to Xiao, would he? He's a close friend to Xiao, and the fact he got suspended? The culprit could've lied to make Aether suspended so that Aether wouldn't snitch!" [Name] says, "Brilliant thinking name. So in conclusion, Xiao did not cheat and there is a culprit running in this school?" You ask, "Yes! That's correct doesn't the dots connect? Since the video didn't look like Xiao, I know someone who looks like him. And he despises him, so.. it makes sense, doesn't it? I'm not detective, so I'll leave it to you." [Name] says, "It practically all leads to the person you're talking about. So, how do we make him admit it?" You ask, "I know someone who is good at interrogation.." [name] says, "leave it to me. I'll tell you the results!" [Name] adds to their sentence. "Alright then. Good luck, [name]. And great work! We managed to find the 'culprit'!" You exclaimed happily, "Well, let's take a break! We'll meet whe–" you gut cut off when [name] hugged you, "Thank you Heizou.. for helping me, I got the idea to investigate myself but I feel like I'd be too tired.. I'm glad I got a companion like you, so, thank you. Can we be friends?" [Name] says, "Of course, [name]. And you're most welcome, I'm glad I got to help you and your boyfriend." You say, [name] tightens the hug.

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Your perspective

"Cyno! I need your help." You yell for you friend, "[name]?" Cyno says, "Oh– Hey Tighnari! Hey Dehya!" You greeted the group, "Anyway Cyno I need help." You say, "Can you.. explain?" Cyno says, "Well– I need your interrogation expertise. There's someone I want to get answers from, but I don't look intimidating and sound intimidating unlike you. So can you help me?" You ask, Cyno sighs, "Alright. Mind giving me some information about the person?" Cyno says, "Sure! I don't want to reveal his name, but his code name is Malum. People would call him that, he looks like Xiao like so much behind. Both has the same haircut, just his is slightly shorter and lighter. His voice is breathy and he sounds like he's been smoking. You get what I mean? Anyway he's a bit taller than you. That's all I can say." You say, "Alright.. where can you find this person?" Cyno says, "Behind the school. He's actually smoking though so." You warn him, "Noted, I'll meet you here again later." Cyno says as he leaves, "[name].. what happened.." Dehya says nervously, you just smiled ( like a menace you are. ) "Nothing. Don't worry about it!" You reassure her, Dehya and Tighnari look each other nervously. You three talked to each other until Cyno came back.

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"Hey Cyno! How'd it go?" You ask, Cyno gave you a notepad, "Read it. It's everything he said." Cyno said while panting, "Why the fuck are you panting?" Dehya asks, "I ran here thank you very much?" Cyno says sarcastically, you giggle a little, "Thanks, Cyno." You thank him, "No problem." Cyno says, you all bid farewell to each other, you pull out your phone to call Heizou, "Hey [name]!" Heizou says, "Hey, Heizou! I asked my friend if he could 'interrogate' the person, and he already did. I have here some notes that he wrote, he said it's what he said." You say, "Alright, the place we planned?" Heizou asks, "Yep." You say as you hang up.

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"Look whose late." Heizou says, you roll your eyes "Shut up." You say sarcastically say as you lightly hit Heizou's arm, "Anyways, here. I haven't read it so you can read it first." You say, you handed the notepad to Heizou, he started reading it. He finished one page and flipped to the other. While he was reading the notepad his eyes started widening, "Hey– [name], I'm sorry but I have to confirm this to Xiao. Let's meet up again here tomorrow." Heizou says in a hurry, "Huh– alright.. bye?" You say silently as you waved, *huh.. weird.* You thought.

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"[Name].." Heizou said, "Hey! What's wrong? You sound a little off.." you say a bit nervously, "Yeah uh it's confirmed Xiao didn't cheat. He said he loved you dearly, but, there's one thing he didn't mention to you." Heizou said "what is it?" You ask, "Xiao left the country."

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   光を求めた反射  /  光を飲み込んだ反射 ,    ( 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥., 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 / 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 )

𝐈.    kami of wind and light, humanity’s desire for understanding and redemption of / for a higher power, protection and to a lesser extent — change through atonement which may lie as synonymous with the chaotic shift known to take place on the yearly occurrences of the blood moon, able to take the form of a dragon. 

𝐈𝐈.  born from the blood of a god once it spilled into the eye of a dying mortal.

       A.     was only brought into the world once the body of the deceased mortal had been returned to the earth, and thus belongs in origin to both the heavenly and the earthly. came into being as a fully developed child no younger and no older than 6 to 8 years old, covered in sediment and blood and rainwater during the night. 

      B.      sought completion and true autonomy and allowed themselves while newly born to be governed and swayed by more malignant and apathetic actions.  years past their making did they fight and defeat their progenitor god after fourteen days and nights and proceed to devour them to balance their ever further growing omnipotence, and in turn assimilating the previous kami’s responsibilities and domains.

𝐈𝐈𝐈.   similar in fashion to other kami, they eventually become known as an ancestor to the mikazuki clan. the accuracy of this truth lies as them having been more of a patron than an actual relative to the lineage, though those born under the title and name lack this truth over the generations and otherwise claim a familial relation.

      A.     when adopting an identity to co-exist in human society while still a god however, this is the family name and history they will always take.  

𝐈𝐕.     they are a god with no name yet many titles — they were born alone and with no proper name and thus that is how they shall one day face the end.

     A.      instead, they generally just allow other divinities and mortals alike to call them as they please as long as there is no outward or hidden disrespect within the chosen name. when named by a mortal they will use that name for as long as that “lifetime” is perceived, often discard it once all who knew them have passed on and proceeds to begin the cycle anew. 

     B.      purely for worship and general mentions, often are they referenced by the people as 智月 chigetsu or 血月 ketsugetsu.

over time the general beliefs and retelling of their origins will diverge into multiple stories, and while everything shall generally remain the same — to some peoples due to their bloody and violent beginning that led into a far more peaceful and caring deity, they are believed to have been born as two kami instead of one. in which both chigetsu and ketsugetsu are used in worship and one name denotes to the malevolent kami and the other the benevolent¹.  some retellings further list both of those names and qualities but still view the kami as one being, and instead use the names to refer to which form or personality the deity is hence acting in, or the side of the deity they are seeking to curry favor from.

to other countries does their myth stretch, and as such do they carry further titles:  红色 月亮  Hóngsè Yuèliàng ( transl. bright red moon )  /  红月  Hóng Yuè,  붉은 달  bulg-eun dal ( transl. red moon ),  लाल चंद्रमा  laal chandrama ( transl. red moon ).

𝐕.   shrines dedicated to them were most often found in smaller and some well off villages and towns.  the coming of fall — momijigari — is often doubled as a time to enjoy and welcome the season as well as to welcome the kami. noted as their favorite of the seasons, when maple trees displayed foliage of a redder and brighter hue than average, it was said that they must have sat beneath its boughs at some point and conferred to this nature their wishes and knowledge of the coming year.

    A.    the first statues to be built in their likeness by mortal hands were ones that displayed them in their ‘childhood’ and adolescence. somewhere between how they appeared with their first months on the earth up into the defeat of their better. most of these, if any at all, no longer exist. for in their temperamental states when gazing down would seek harsh winds or other slight misfortunes to tear them down.

    B.      more tales surface as the years pass, and so too will descriptions of their appearance now fully grown and godhood completed. and it is these creations of their likeness that would be left alone after a short period of sharing the same fate as the first attempts. many artists and worshippers took the destruction of their effigies as judgment from offending their kami. as per their origins would sculpting their god before their fated battle be bringing light to their inadequacy and hierarchy as less than. and to depict them fresh from victory, to lessen the bitterness that comes with having to consume your forebearer most viscously to achieve one’s own balance.  or simply, to the lesser overthinkers, that they just did not get the correct appearance the first few times. at the end these works stood often to display a figure dressed beautifully, of long hair and always staring with a look between brightened rage and intense apathetic protection, sometimes with chosen sword in hand.

   C.      the eventual desecration of said shrines will take place centuries later. with no clear cause known but many rumors and reasons. yet all the same the fate is immovable. as is their fading into obscurity with nearly all of their followers over time. very little of their shrines are left to remain, a pitiful number, barely reaching that of any double digit number.

𝐕𝐈.   as their double sided constitution for protection and violence pervaded so too did the associated martial prowess depicted within art and poetry. written works tell of various stories in which they use a range of weaponry to enact fury, to answer the prayers of warriors on the battlefield, or to deliver an unlucky mortal from unjust death — holds favor for swordsmanship for how often it seems to appear in these tales. only sometimes rivaled by the artistic renditions that choose instead when not rendering them with sword to do so with the naginata.

    A.    the most popular of their works to exist were silk screen paintings or sumi - e. and unlike the fate inflicted upon various statues built for the shrines, these creations weren’t destroyed nearly as much. and aside from maple trees, other plants such as pampas grass and painted ferns can be present within landscapes associated with them.

𝐕𝐈𝐈.   the one who bore them had been a moon and wisdom deity who had descended centuries prior from takamagahara to live and wander among the earthly, and eventually found themselves embroiled within a conflict that stretched beyond their handling. while of a gentle demeanor with the choice to avoid conflict if given, the previous kami still held a level of undeniable power.

    A.    half of the usurped responsibilities and associations came from this being, as well as the capacity to take on and maintain a steady secondary form.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.   their own relationship with takamagahara and the deities that live there remains grey at best. they are not their predecessor, but hold no personal qualms to any of the others there in which to spur insubordination or animosity. rarely does one permit their presence there — and in steady fashion, continues to wander and live within human society. they hold more responsibility to humanity than any other and will not shirk the duty. all decisions or actions are otherwise made with the consequences to be had upon mortal folk in mind, and they do not take kindly to having it threatened within their presence save for certain exceptions.

[slytherinshalo]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Marauders & co

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈

[ivobrains]

𝐈. PERSON PERSON PERSON PERSON . .

‣ full name: Jane Margolis

‣ age & dob: 24 / 16 . 12 . 2000

‣ place of birth: USA , bloomsburg

‣ nationality: americans

‣ height & weight: 168 cm / 51 kg

‣ sex & sexuality: female , heterosexual

‣ crime: drug addiction

‣ porridge: fourteen years deprivation freedom

‣ work: gardener

previously punished? NO

𝐈𝐈. PERSONALITY PERSONALITY PERSONALITY PE .

Jane Margolis to prześliczna kobieta o wyjątkowym charakterze, pełnym zalet i ciepła, oraz miłości i ogromnej opiekuńczej osobowości. Przede wszystkim, jest lojalna i zawsze można na niej polegać, w każdej trudnej sytuacji jest w stanie wszystko rzucić i pomóc osobie, która poprosiła ją o nawet małą pomoc, a o większej nawet nie wspomnę. Jej zdrowy rozsądek i inteligencja sprawiają, że potrafi podejmować mądre decyzje i skutecznie radzi sobie z wyzwaniami, jest bardzo angażującą się osobą i nigdy nir zawiodła swojego taty, który samotnie ją wychowywał, kiedy ten nie miał siły to zajmowała się domem nawet o najmłodszych latach, kiedy to nie był jej obowiązek. Kobieta jest także opiekuńcza i wrażliwa na krzywdę ludzką jak i zwierzęcą.

Jako osoba wykwalifikowana, Jane ma umiejętności, które czynią ją kompetentną w wielu dziedzinach. Jej kreatywność w sztuce przejawia się w pięknych dziełach, które tworzy, pokazując w nich swoje emocje i wizje świata. Można powiedzieć, że interesuje się sztuką już od najmłodszych lat, kiedy zrozumiała, że wcale rysowanie nie jest najgłupszą rzeczą. Inspirowała się swoim ojcem, który był doświadczonym malarzem, chciała być taka jak on. Dobra osobo o wielkim sercu i czystej duszy. Jest szczera i zawsze mówi prawdę, nawet jeśli bywa to trudne. Jej intencje są zawsze czyste i uczciwe, nienawidzi kłamać bo dobrze wie, że i tak prawda wyjdzie na światło dzienne.

Jednak w relacjach miłosnych Jane jest słabsza. Szybko się zakochuje, idealizując swojego partnera i widząc w nim same zalety. Traktuje go niemal jak bóstwo, nie dostrzegając żadnych wad. Nawet gdy inni widzą coś negatywnego, Jane nie potrafi powiedzieć o swoim ukochanym złego słowa czy go obwiniać o coś co rzeczywiście zrobił bo w jej oczach on takich wad po prostu nie ma i nie jest w stanie myśleć o tym, że byłby w stanie zrobić coś złego światu. Takie podejście nie jest zdrowe, jednak Jane nie zdaje sobie z tego sprawy, i prosto daje sobie przyjmować krzywdę.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. HISTORY HISTORY HISTORY HISTORY HIST . .

jedenasta w nocy, na świat przyszła mała dziewczynka, która ważyła mniej niż powinna, płakała bardzo głośno, nie chciała się uspokoić. Jednak wszystko było dobrze, lekarze niepotrzebnie się martwili, na początku zapewniali, że coś nie tak jest z dzieckiem, że może nie przeżyć również, że może być poważnie chore, Bzdury. Małą dziewczynkę nazwał jej ojciec Donald, używając imienia swojej zmarłej żony Jane. Rodzicielka zmarła dzień po porodzie przez niezdiagnozowaną chorobę serca, co wstrząsnęło całą rodziną a najbardziej Donaldem. Utrata swojej wymarzonej żony pozbawiły go szczęścia jak i blasku, jednak wiedział, że teraz jego obowiązkiem jest zapewnić wszystko swojej ukochanej córeczce, w której nie widział ani odrobinę winny. Ojciec zapatrzony w swoją córkę przez ostatnie lata dawał jej wszystko, uwagi, miłości, opieki, każdy był pod wrażeniem jak świetnie sobie radził.

Lata mijały a Jane już zdążyła dostać się do swojej wymarzonej szkoły, którą była szkoła plastyczna. W najmłodszych latach dziewczyna rozwijała się w środowisku plastycznym, uwielbiała sztukę, miała to po swoim ojcu, który naprawdę wkładał dużo sił w swoją posadę, która opierała się na sztuce. Jane wiedziała, że jej nowator angażuje się w swoją pasję, dlatego chciała być taki jak on, najbardziej chciała żyć jego sposobem życia. Zawsze radosny, ambitny i z ogromną siłą patrzył na świat. Zdecydowanie był dla niej autorytetem, jej kochany tato.

Jane posiadała dużą grupkę znajomych, którzy oczywiście się od niej różnili. To oni spędzali wieczory w barach nocnych, nad jeziorem późną nocą, na opuszczonych budynkach, które groziły zawaleniem jednak oni uwielbiali adrenaline. Córka Donalda była zbytnio inna, to ona uwielbiała ciszę i swój pokój, zbytnio nie wychodziła na dyskoteki a zwłaszcza nocą, nie znała uczucia adrenaliny w krwi, a jej znajomy chcieli to zmienić bo naprawdę polubili Jane do takiego stopnia, że chcieli ją trochę rozerwać. Kilkukrotne namawianie Jane aby wyszła z nimi na tą jedną i dla niej ostatnią imprezę, wręcz błagali ją na kolanach, ona była zbyt dobra dla nich i po kilku próbach machnęła dłonią i się zgodziła.

Nadszedł dzień wyczekiwanej przez grupkę imprezy. Jane w domu Sarah przygotowywała swój wygląd wraz z przyjaciółką, której ufała, kiedy ta mówiła, że będzie z nimi bezpieczna i nic się nie stanie i racja, bo tak było. Impreza naprawdę przebiegła dobrze, Jane miała możliwość poznać nowe osoby, które naprawdę się od niej różniły, czy to rasą czy charakterem, którego nigdy w życiu nie poznała. Ale ktoś zapadł jej najbardziej w pamięć, jeden chłopak, który kiedy została sama dosiadł się do niej i prowadził rozmowę jakby znali się już pare lat. Dla Jane to było dziwne, bo nigdy nie prowadziła takiej rozmowy z żadnym mężczyzną, był dla niej jak ktoś bliski a nawet nie znali swoich dat urodzenia, czy grupy krwi a dla Jane było to w w jakiś procentach ważne. Chciała go poznać bardziej, jednak to on zapytał pierwszy o jej numer telefonu. Od tamtego momentu dziewczyna była inna, teraz nie różniła się niczym od swojej przyjaciółki Sarah. Jej pierwsza impreza nie okazała się być ostatnią, a na każdej jakiej później bywała spotykała swojego kolegę, czy to przypadkiem, czy to on prosił ją czy znowu się pojawi. To z nim wypiła swojego pierwszego delikatnego drinka, którego zaproponował jej nowy kolega. Jessie, bo tak nazywał się szalony nowy kolega, angażował się bardzo w ich relację, spotykali się bardzo często ale tylko u niego w domu, wychodzili na spacery, do barów a nawet do kawiarni. Czas szybko mijał, a Jessie był dla Jane jak jej bratnia dusza, zwyczajnie zadurzyła się w nim i nie potrafiła tego opanować, jej pierwszy chłopak, w którym naprawdę się zakochała, opiekowała się nim jak jego mama, kiedy on zapytał ją o jej serce.

Od tamtego momentu Jane odwróciła się od swoich przyjaciół, nie miała z nimi żadnego kontaktu przez Jessie, który mówił jej codziennie, że jest cholernie zazdrosny, dziewczyna nie widziała w tym problemu, dlatego szybko zerwała z nimi znajomość, żeby chłopak miał ją tylko dla siebie. Jej osiemnastkę spędzili tylko we dwoje dlatego, iż Jessie miał dla niej niespodziankę. Dzień osiemnastki, godzina szósta wieczorem, mieli się spotkać tak jak zazwyczaj u Jessie, Jane przyszła ubrana w miarę elegancko, żeby być gotowa na niespodziankę od swojego chłopaka, jednak nie spodziewała się takiej niespodzianki.

"nie podoba ci się?" zapytał Jessie trzymając w dłoni woreczek. Nie tylko to miał przy sobie, wiele różnych skrętów, papierosów, tabletek leżało na jego stole. Jane nic nie mówiła, tylko wpatrywała się w towar.

"Wiesz jak trudno było mi to zdobyć? Zrobiłem to dla ciebie" Jessie znowu przemówił, a potem dodał.

"Jak tego nie weźmiesz to z nami koniec. Zostaniesz sama" Jane zabolało serce, kiedy usłyszała ostatnie słowa. Bała się samotności, nie chciała zostać bez jej kochanego chłopaka, przez ostatnie minuty nie wiedziała, co powiedzieć, kiedy Jessie chciał się już odezwać ona pokręciła głową zgadzając się. Wtedy nie wiedziała, że to wszystko zamieni się w koszmar, a jej ukochany chłopak okaże się tak naprawdę jej koszmarem.

Z każdym dniem spędzonym z Jessie, Jane popadała w nałóg, naprawdę nie mogła się powstrzymać od jednego wciągu czy papierosa. Dzień był dla niej istnym koszmarem, kiedy jej organizm nie dostał to, czego chciał najbardziej, narkotyków. Dziewczyna odcięła się od taty i się wyprowadziła rzucając swoje marzenia o studiach, nie napisała nawet matury, którą bardzo chciała napisać. Zamieszkała z Jessie, z którym każdego dnia truła się substancjami. Nadal go kochała i myślała, że robi dobrze. Nie dopuszczała do siebie myśli, że to co robi to wina Jessiego i jego manipulacji. On ją zniszczył, przez ostatni czas bardzo schudła a dla chłopaka nadal była grupa, wiele obraźliwych słów coraz częściej padało z jego ust, które były bardzo słodkie. Nawet kiedy Jane miała jeden dzień, w którym jej mózg próbował wmówić jej, że niszczy sobie z nim życie i z trudem mu o tym mówiła, to ten zaczął jej grozić i nawet używać wobec niej przemocy, niekiedy zamykał ją w łazience na klucz, kiedy ta błagała o wypuszczenie jej albo chociaż zapalenie. Siedziała tak sama przez parę godzin, krzycząc, wymiotując i płacząc. A zdarzały się dni, w których razem przemycali narkotyki i się nimi częstowali, dając sobie przy tym dużo czułości oraz były takie dni, w których sama musiała sobie radzić z towarem.

Minęło parę lat, Jane się nie zmieniła. Wracała do domu z pełnym towarem, nie było jej z miesiąc, bo Jessie nie pozwalał jej wracać z pustymi rękoma, te trzydzieści dni samej było dla niej walką o życie. Zero kontaktu ze swoją miłością, żebranie na ulicy czy nawet usługi za pieniądze i kradzież. Jak obiecała to wróciła z pełnymi walizkami szczęśliwa, że zaraz zobaczy swoją miłość. Weszła do domu, było ciemno a niezbyt przyjemny zapach unosił się w mieszkaniu ale nie dziwiło ją to, bo żadna z ich dwójki nie dbała o wynajmowane mieszkanie. Ruszyła w głąb pomieszczenia, jej ciało stało się zimne, kiedy przez uchylone drzwi zauważyła, że Jessie leży na podłodze, puściła walizki i szybko pojawiła się obok sinego ciała ukochanego, przez ból w głowie upadła obok dotykając jego ciało próbując go wybudzić. Żadnej reakcji z jego strony, nie wiedziała co zrobić, przerażona zaczęła rozglądać się po pokoju, zauważyła ogrom strzykawek, wiele pełnych a wiele nie. Pomyślała o najgorszym.

W mieszkaniu zjawiła się policja zawiadomiona przez anonimową osobę, policja miała tylko sprawdzić co się dzieje, bo niepokoiły przechodniów odgłosy dochodzące z mieszkania. Jane została skuta po tym, co znaleźli w mieszkaniu służby. Dziewczyna trafiła najpierw trafiła na odwyk, jednak po tym co służby dowiedzieli się o przemycaniu i sprzedawaniu nielegalnie, została przewieziona do kanadyjskiego więzienia Greenhaven ze względu na opiekę psychiatryczną, która była tam bardzo pochwalana. Została skazana na 14 lat pozbawienia wolności za posiadanie narkotyków, dokładnie 20 gram amfetaminy, w tym przemycanie i sprzedawanie.

[andrinc]

                         FIORA WALLER . ANDRINA TRITON                                                    | WC LIST |

*nenhum dos plots abaixo tem gênero específico

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𝐈. 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: cause living out loud is the only way i know how

MUSE não concorda em nada com o estilo de vida aventureiro, barulhento e perigoso que Fiora vive, o que acaba gerando grandes discussões entre eles já que ela detesta se sentir presa por qualquer coisa.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO ( @rainhairacebeth ) inspo: they say i did something bad, but why it feels so good?

MUSE descobre os piores lados de Fiora e a “ajuda” a aflorá-los ainda mais.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 | ABERTO . LIMITADO (0/2) inspo: i won’t keep quiet!

Fiora e MUSE 1 presenciaram algo terrível (a ser combinado) e isso acabou os tornando confidentes, não sabendo o que fazer com a informação, mas decidindo investigar por si mesmos.

MUSE 2, contudo, foi a pessoa que MUSE 1 e Fiora viram e os 3 acabam numa teia perigosa e complexa de informações e mentiras.

𝐈𝐕. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO ( @mulasemcabeca ) inspo: who can tame my wild heart?

Fiora e MUSE são companheiros de aventura, indo juntos para qualquer maluquice radical que o outro sugerir. 

𝐕. 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 | ABERTO . LIMITADO (0/1) inspo: mama, i’m in love with a criminal and this kind of love isn’t racional 

Para a completa decepção de sua família, Fiora acaba não apenas desenvolvendo uma espécie de relação, mas também sentimentos por MUSE, que não é nem de longe uma boa pessoa, bom exemplo ou boa companhia. 

𝐕𝐈. 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: my jealousy, jealousy started following me

MUSE é a pessoa perfeita que Fiora sempre teve certeza que todos esperassem que ela fosse e por esse motivo a Waller acaba tendo grandes travas e irritações quando se trata de MUSE. (a invejinha da Fi pode ou não ter algo a ver com sentimento enrustido, podemos combinar!)

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: you’re surrounded, but you’ll always be alone. so pick a place, pretend it’s home

Sempre que MUSE precisa fugir do resto do mundo, vai para o apartamento de Fiora e vice versa. Possuem uma parceria para todas as horas, principalmente de desabafo.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: i wasn’t born without a heart; i wasn’t always like that

Fiora detesta MUSE, mas ao serem forçados a conviver (pensar em uma situação) acabam se aproximando e conversando e MUSE acaba revelando a própria história para ela e suas razões para ter feitos certas escolhas questionáveis na vida.

𝐈𝐗. 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: monster, how should i feel? creatures lie here looking through the window

Por alguma razão, MUSE tem certa proteção com Fiora e quando ela alega estar sendo perseguida por algo ou alguém, MUSE a ensina não apenas a se defender, mas a ser aterrorizante.

𝐗. 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me, if you ever cared to ask 

Fiora e MUSE costumavam ser muito próximos, mas após uma briga que magoou ambas as partes acabaram se afastando de vez e agora um tenta mostrar que segue ótimo sem o outro. (Esse plot pode ser tanto algo romântico quanto platônico!)

𝐗𝐈. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: what died didn’t stay dead. you’re alive in my head

Fiora e MUSE tiveram um relacionamento rápido, mas que marcou a ambos (pode ter sido só em Storybrooke ou antes disso também) e mesmo que a relação e toda a proximidade tenha acabado ambos ainda sentem falta um do outro.

𝐗𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: gonna break the rules and hearts in twos cause that’s what the baddest do

MUSE mostra para Fiora como a vida é muito mais interessante quando todas as regras são quebradas e as amarras soltas.

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: and you know we’re on each other’s team

MUSE e Fiora são grandes amigos e contam um com o outro para o que for necessário.

𝐗𝐈𝐕. 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: here’s to never growing up!

Fiora e MUSE são companhia de balada um do outro, mesmo não se esbarrando muito fora disso, quando um precisa beber e se divertir já sabe exatamente quem chamar.

𝐗𝐕. 𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃 | ABERTO . ILIMITADO inspo: oh my god, she took me to the stars. oh my god, she showed me all the stars

MUSE não esperava que acabasse se importando com Fiora, tendo a julgado como uma mocinha chata e sem graça. Isso, contudo, virou do avesso ao descobrirem várias semelhanças e após terem rompido a aproximação, MUSE tenta ganhá-la de volta.

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━━ ◤ ( LEARNING TO BE MORE IN TOUCH WITH YOUR EMOTIONS AND ACHING TO BE LOVED, BORN WITH WHITE HAIR THAT’S GROWN OUT TO YOUR SHOULDERS, RUNNING FASTER THAN THE HUMAN EYE CAN SEE, AND FOREST GREEN ) welcome, THOMAS SHEPHERD, HE/HIM. before you move in, tell us what you remember: BEING THE ONE TO DISCOVER YOUR MOTHER’S DEAD BODY. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live GOLDEN FIELDS APARTMENT COMPLEX, and your new job as OWNER at DECIMATION COFFEE AND TEA HOUSE is waiting for you to begin. 

THE BASICS

NAME: Thomas Jakob Shepherd / Maximoff

NICKNAMES: Tommy, Speed, Minimoff

BIRTHDAY: December 20th

AGE: 25

PRONOUNS: He/Him/His

LAST KNOWN MEMORY: Attending the Hellfire Gala and being the one to discover your mother’s dead body.

ORIGINATION: Marvel Comics, Earth-616 to be specific.

FACECLAIM: Drew Ray Tanner

THE DETAILS

FAMILY: Frank Shepherd (biological father), Mary Shepherd (biological mother), William Kaplan (twin brother), Wanda Maximoff (mother), Vision (father), Erik Lehnsherr (grandfather), Ultron (grandfather), Vivian (half-sister), Vin (half-brother, deceased), Luna Maximoff (cousin), Lorna Dane (aunt), Pietro Maximoff (uncle), Simon Williams (uncle), Victor Mancha (uncle), Alkhema (aunt), Henry Pym (great-grandfather), Django Maximoff (grandfather, deceased), Marya Maximoff (grandmother, deceased), Magda Eisenhardt (grandmother, deceased), Ana Maximoff (aunt, deceased), Mateo Maximoff (uncle, deceased), Nadia Pym (great aunt), Janet Van-Dyne (great-grandmother) — Everyone except for Frank and Mary Shepherd are relatives from his previous incarnation. However, he views them as his real family.

THREE FAVORITE THINGS: Potato wedges and pizza, painting his nails black or dark shades of green, being Northstar’s biggest fan

EDUCATION: High School Diploma, BS in Business

SKILLS: Superhuman Speed, Molecular Acceleration, Intangibility, Superhuman Stamina,  Superhuman Agility, Superhuman Reflexes, Superhuman Durability, Superhuman Strength, Accelerated Perception, Expert Thief, and Master of Stealth.

HEADCANONS: 𝐈. Tommy doesn’t have a middle name in canon but I decided to give him one! I was inspired after reading through some old comics about the twins when they were born, and Erik was upset that both children were named after Vision’s family. I’m fixing that so Tommy was given the middle name Jakob in both lifetimes. He’s named after Jakob Eisenhardt … his grandfather’s father. 𝐈𝐈. He has a strong fear of doctors, scientist, hospital rooms, and needles. Which is a result of the experimentation that occurred to him while he was an inmate back in his own universe. He also suffers from PTSD. 𝐈𝐈𝐈. There isn’t much known about the Shepherds except that they were awful and neglectful. I tend to make up my own backstory for them to expand upon what little we do know in canon. They got divorced when Tommy was very young. They loved each other once but after a few years everything changed. The boy is bounced between their two homes growing up. His father living in a mobile home big enough for the two of them, but developed an alcohol problem after the divorce and doesn’t notice when Tommy comes or goes most days. His mother gets an apartment but there’s only one bedroom. He’s never there long enough to complain, taking the couch since he’s usually with his father anyway. His teenage years? Tommy started acting out to try getting their attention but it never worked. They were happy to be relived from their burden of taking care of him after his imprisonment. He got used to taking care of himself, maturing faster than a kid should have. It was a broken home and his upbringing with the Shepherds was similar in Decimation. The only difference is that he never went to juvie or prison in his fake life in Kansas.

WHAT THEY’RE PLANNING TO DO IN DECIMATION: His entire life has been in Decimation, or so Tommy thinks. He’s completely unaware of the truth but these ‘waking dreams’ have begun to confuse him. It feels too real but how is that possible? They have to just be dreams. He receives these visions of another life, much more torturous than this one and how cruel to discover someone you love in such a lifeless state. Why would his brain make him relive this each night? Tommy wonders if he should see a therapist because reoccurring dreams about the dead aren’t healthy. He hopes it’ll pass in the meantime, trying to focus on his life. He owns a coffee shop in town and that brings him joy. He likes living a fast-moving life, never the type to sit around doing nothing. You’ll always be able to catch him at work doing something. Tommy was a prankster growing up but mellowed out only a little in adulthood. He knows when and where that behavior would be appropriate. Maybe there’s one good thing about getting older. He doesn’t like getting in trouble, the ‘waking dreams’ of his showing him what punishment looks like. It scares him and glimpses of a collar wake him up instantly. He doesn’t know which vision is worse. Which is why Tommy is more than happy to focus on his friends and business. He never left Decimation before but wonders what else is out there in the world. He knows most of the locals except for the newcomers, of course. He has an outgoing personality and is always approachable.