#(and any interactions with “mark” in this verse that take place outside of the fake setting are… not actually with mark)

[stageplayhero]

Your footsteps may lead you to a house out in the woods. Does this feel familiar? Biting cold, clouded sky, snowy ground. A once grand manor, left to decay.

Mark’s body moved on from it, but his mind never truly did.

It’s hardly an exact recreation. It does what it was made to do, regardless. The perfect hiding spot for a consciousness wishing to escape reality, and all the memories and the guilt that come with it. A place where you can loop without ever having to face your mistakes.

Taking a page out of the Seer’s book was drastic. He didn’t have any other choice.

That only leaves the body. The Entity.

THE ACTOR IS GONE. Lost. Not gone. NOW THE REAL GAME CAN BEGIN.

[orangerosebush]

On minds and matters

It was a bit disheartening to spend years working towards an MA in psychology, only to then use it on hour-long glorified eye-staring contests with the moody adolescents of the UK’s Vieux riches. His job paid well, though, and as such Dr. Po was willing to grit his teeth and soldier on through each meeting on his list.

He’d had plenty of patients who came to him determined not to progress. These were the boys who had a few too many write-ups on their files; the ones whose families were tired of their son being too 'emotionally high-maintenance'; the students who had consigned themselves to being one of the ‘troubled’ boys. The problem with elite boarding schools was that they sometimes served as the dumping grounds for wealthy families who would prefer to not be reminded of their screw-up children — as such, Dr. Po’s target demographic was made up of boys determined to ‘win’ therapy by going home just as bitter and in pain as they were when they started sessions with him.

He didn’t always make a breakthrough. Sometimes, he had patients who showed up to a session with a note from Dean Guiney excusing them from further meetings, and that was that. Dr. Po firmly believed that every single student he’d met with was capable of finding some coping mechanism or outlet that would help them — and he hoped that the students whose sessions stopped before any progress had been made found happiness in the future. Or, at the very least, that they found something that would bring them peace.

There were certain patients he’d had that stood out from the others, both for good reasons and bad. Artemis Fowl II was one of those patients — and standing out for reasons ‘both good and bad’ described Artemis perfectly. 

Following a series of disastrous sessions when the boy was thirteen, Dr. Po had simply stopped seeing Artemis. The boy hadn’t even shown up with a note terminating their sessions. One day, a new boy had shown up in the time slot usually reserved for Artemis, and that had been that. Dr. Po hadn’t seen Artemis since. He vaguely remembered hearing the news that the Fowl patriarch had been found — alive — and not been sure whether to expect Artemis to get better or worse. 

Would the return of his father foster the growth of the nascent emotional maturity that Artemis had exhibited in their final sessions? Or would Artemis’ worst traits — his tendency towards arrogance, his dismissal of others, his budding narcissism — firmly take root, defining Artemis’ personality for good? These questions nagged at Dr. Po, and truthfully, he was too cowardly to ask around the staff to confirm just what sort of person Artemis had become.

Thus, Artemis remained an enigma.

An enigma that just so happened to be sitting in the armchair across from Dr. Po, boring a hole through the doctor with his unflinching gaze.

In true Artemis Fowl fashion, the boy had shown up for a session that had been reserved without a name. Dr. Po had nearly dropped his clipboard when he’d opened the door to usher in his new patient and been greeted with a now fifteen years of age Artemis Fowl standing before him, looking simultaneously defiant and sheepish.

They’d both walked into the room wordlessly, waiting in silence as Dr. Po awkwardly rummaged around in his desk for his old notes on Artemis while the young teen sat gingerly in the patient seat in the middle of the room.

“You’ve not switched to a digital filing system?”

Dr. Po started, looking up at Artemis.

“No psychiatrist or counselor uses iPads or digital notetakers,” Dr. Po explained hesitantly, brow furrowing.

Artemis wasn’t one for small talk, usually.

Shaking his head slightly as if to right himself, Dr. Po continued. “It’d be convenient, but there are concerns about the patient being recorded."

Artemis seemed satisfied with that answer.

Flipping his notes closed, Dr. Po studied Artemis, who raised a single brow.

“I’ve never forgotten our session that you left in the middle of,” Dr. Po remarked, and the frown lines on Artemis’ face deepened. “You were such a smarmy child. But you… made this joke.”

Artemis leaned back in his chair, tapping a foot in annoyance. “What a wonderful memory you have.”

“Not really. But it’s hard to forget a patient like you, Artemis,” Dr. Po sighed. “I tried to ask you about your feelings — you responded by telling me a family heirloom was a blatant forgery.”

The memory caused Artemis to smile genuinely for the first time since he’d stepped into the office. “The fake Victorian?”

The doctor grimaced. “Yes.”

“Despite its lack of authenticity, it was a perfectly nice armchair,” Artemis assured, a gently teasing note worming its way into his voice.

Edged on by Artemis' demeanor softening, Dr. Po pushed on. “But back to the joke. I remarked on the loss of your father — insensitively, I now realize — and you shut down. You started jerking me in this way and that in order to prevent me from getting a real reading on you. You said something along the lines of, ‘I’m depressed that I’m going to therapy,’ I believe. Quite a bon mot.”

“I was impudent as a young boy, I’m afraid,” Artemis said breezily, sounding more amused by the tale than remorseful. “I hope you’ll forgive me for a poor first impression.”

“Artemis, why are you back in my office?”

Artemis didn’t even blink, taking the challenge in stride. “My mother believes it will be beneficial.”

“Your mother? Not you?”

“Correct.”

“And… beneficial? To what end? Elaborate on her reasoning, perhaps,” Dr. Po asked, trying to keep his tone light.

“She believes I am emotionally maladjusted,” Artemis said, giving a small shrug.

“Are you?”

Artemis blinked owlishly, the question not quite computing. “Am I what, doctor?”

Dr. Po clicked his pen idly. “Unhappy.”

“Well, of course.”

Dr. Po was unable to keep his face neutral, and Artemis chuckled slightly at the doctor’s wide-eyed gaping.

“Dr. Po,” Artemis sighed, sobering as if he were explaining something evident to a child. “Of course I am unhappy occasionally. I’m a very busy man. My intellect has made it so I’ve moved beyond the carefree days of adolescence — I’ve matured past an age where my mother could treat me as a child, and although I don’t mourn the loss of simpler times, I suppose she does.”

Dr. Po forced himself not to ask if Artemis had ever truly been treated as a child, deciding to steer clear of the topic of family based on how unproductively the discussion had gone years ago. Instead, he elected to place his clipboard on the floor, looking at Artemis bluntly.

“Artemis, I’m not diagnosing you with anything,” he began, holding up a hand when Artemis opened his mouth to say something. “What I want to discuss today, however, is that right now I see the same pain in you today as I did when you were thirteen — and since I’m no longer getting complaints from department heads, that means you’ve taken that frustration and turned it somewhere else.”

Artemis’ lips quirked upwards, but his eyes were mirthless. “You share my mother's theory that I am some variation of the tortured genius stereotype.”

“How about this — I think that you believe that there isn’t a person alive smart enough to help you. Because to 'fix' you, someone would have to look inside you, and you think you’re the only person that’s able to understand how you work.”

“How narcissistic of me.”

“I’ve met with a lot of people since our last session when you were thirteen,” Dr. Po stressed. “I’ve not met anyone quite as clever as you, but I’ve met people who fit the same profile. You’re well versed in my profession, so you’re able to view your pain as both a participant and as an outsider — and that strangely voyeuristic relationship to your mind makes it so you and all these other folks think that you’re objective. Logical, even, in your analysis of your mind. You understand every tick, every tiny mechanism, every structure of your psyche. And if you understand it all and you still can’t will yourself to be happy, then why the hell should I be able to do anything for you? After all, I’m just some idiot who decorates his office with forged antique furniture his grandfather was gullible enough to purchase. Why should I know better than you do?”

Artemis was silent at that.

“If someone can, say, convince themselves that all their peers are 2D caricatures of people, they’ll never have to think about why they struggle to feel any pleasure from social interaction. If they can look around and see how far their family has come, then they can force themselves to box up and discard the baggage of the past. If they can convince themselves that pain and genius are twins, that the torment is part of the gift by which they define themselves, then the fear they have that maybe they’re destined for a life marked by paranoia and apathy no longer has to be confronted,” Dr. Po tried, searching for some way to express his thoughts before Artemis decided to snap at him. “Maybe you’re the only one who sees the world as it really is. But maybe your mother is right to be concerned. I get why… that’s an unattractive possibility to you. It would mean your analysis of yourself was incorrect. And if you were wrong, if your mind has tricked you into running away from the change that you need to feel happier, then you’re just as human as the rest of us. Pain tricked you into believing its integral to your ‘youness’. You’re... just human. And let me tell you, Artemis, that feeling ineffectual, and frustrated, and sad is... so very painfully human.”

By the time he’d finished his spiel, Dr. Po’s voice was soft. Pursing his lips, he tried to see if he’d garnered any sort of reaction from Artemis. The teen remained stony-faced.

“I can recommend a therapist from outside Saint Bartleby’s,” Dr. Po finally said. “If you don’t want to work with me, then I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

Artemis seemed to be broiling with unreadable intensity, and for a moment Dr. Po worried that he’d start going on a diatribe.

His fears soon were proven unfounded when all of the sudden, Artemis seemed to deflate.

“I do not choose sadness for myself, Dr. Po. I can assure you that,” Artemis remarked, sounding weary in the way men twice his age did when confronted by the prospect of the world having moved on past their prime.

“I would never imply something so insensitive,” Dr. Po insisted. “But there is a difference between me saying something of that sort and me asking you to believe that I could help you. Or if not me, then someone better suited to working with you.”

Artemis ruminated on the statement, his tapered fingers tapping out an unfamiliar rhythm on the arms of the ornate chair he was sitting in.

“I will come to my session next week,” he finally decided, and Dr. Po almost sagged with relief.

Carefully, the two of them continued on with the session. Although it felt as though they were both walking on eggshells around one another, the hour-long session ultimately ended in a place where Dr. Po felt like they could work with. He walked Artemis to the door, and after awkwardly bidding him goodbye, Dr. Po retreated back into his office.

For a while, he simply sat at his desk, thinking.

It wasn’t as though he’d made groundbreaking headway with Artemis today. Frankly, they’d been only nominally productive following Artemis’ promise to give therapy a genuine attempt.

The day stretched on, and Dr. Po was no closer to making sense of the ever-present Artemis conundrum.

After all, how does one describe Artemis Fowl?

Various psychiatrists have tried and failed. The problem is Artemis’ own intelligence. He bamboozles every test thrown at him. He has puzzled the greatest medical minds, and sent many of them gibbering back to their own hospitals.

Dr. Po paused, reaching back for the clipboard he’d discarded at the beginning of the session.

Artemis Fowl II was fifteen. He had various, tremendously important responsibilities, the details of which he refused to elaborate on. His best friend, to Dr. Po’s knowledge, was his paid bodyguard. Frankly, Dr. Po didn’t think they’d talk about Artemis’ family for a long, long time.

Dr. Po couldn’t really describe Artemis Fowl, because he didn’t know him. He didn’t think many people knew the boy, not really.

All the same, Dr. Po wanted to try. He wanted to try to understand Artemis Fowl a bit better. Not because Dr. Po wanted to a hero, but because he wanted Artemis Fowl to just get to be a boy instead of whatever impossible, confusing role Artemis seemed to be trying to fill.

Artemis Fowl was fifteen. Dr. Po hoped that he’d hold onto boyhood a little while longer.

[cadcnce-archived]

          BIG ASS CHARACTER SHEET FOR                    FANTASY VERSE WYLAN

I found an image while going through my files for cursed pics to send @spiritmaiden​, they had the audacity to take it and fill it out for the fantasy verse of their sky-zel, so I of course have to match the effort for Wylan because I’m not about to be shown up. It’s hella involved, nobody’s getting tagged but damn if you want an exercise in hitting your character then give it a shot. Most is under the cut because of length.

Character’s Name: Zachary Reis (Born) Wylan Rechtur (Used) Character’s nicknames: Ze (by his sister) Wy (by his friends and preferred) Zephyr (mercenary name, also what you’d see on any wanted posters) Gender: Male Righty or Lefty: Righty Age: 25-26  Height: 6′-0″  Weight: ~180 lbs Eye Color: Emerald green, bright and wide filled with a mix of confidence and playfulness. Hair color: Dark brown, messy and falling to his ears. Unkempt may be a good descriptor, but he generally keeps it down flatter at the least.  Distinguishing marks: His body is pocked with marks and scars from fights and other disagreements, but the ones most easily discerned are knife scars on his hands, and a short arc above his left brow. Describe physical traits in one passage: A good way to view him is concealed strength and agility. He’s toned and in good shape but doesn’t often dress or carry himself in ways that would flaunt this. His posture and pose are loose, and his expressions can be lazy and playful. So the moment he flips that switch and uses the full brunt of his power? It’s a surprise. He’s also a bit on the lanky side, his body size doesn’t fully compliment the size of his limbs. 

FAMILY/ RELIGION

Parents: Mother and father were disappeared/dead when he was just a bit over 6 years old and his sister was an infant. They were involved with the church but not royalty themselves. Wylan never spent much time figuring out what. They had a life left for him and his sister that he threw away as well. His father was a gentle soul while his mother was razor sharp and firm. Siblings: Younger sister, Katelynn Reis, but goes by Lyn with her friends. Wylan calls her Kat. She’s ~5 years younger than he, and remains with the church training and working as a healer. Whereas Wylan ran away from being a Paladin, she stayed strong to become a Cleric.  Significant Other: Verse dependent, Wylan typically is averse to romance and prefers casual encounters.  Children: None, nor is he open to them initially in his canon.  Other relatives: None remain living that he is aware of. He and his sister were raised by his grandmother on his father’s side, but she passed away shortly after he left the knight’s academy, when Wylan was roughly 16-17.  Pets: None. But he does enjoy talking to cats. Friends: Wylan is the type who ‘knows a guy’, he’s close with many tavernkeeps and makes nice with the adventurer’s guilds and their members as well. His work as an informant necessitates things like this. Wylan is also the type to consider most anyone he encounters and converses with a friend, whether they like it or not. His best friend though would easily be a wandering adherent by the name of Emke. I don’t care what the thread is about in some way she’s involved in his life. They’re platonic soulmates. Enemies: As a mercenary and hunter, some others in his craft would consider Wylan to be their rival, and in many cases he would view them just the same. It’s hard to say he has any enemies outside of pointedly evil factions however! Relationships (other): His relationship with his sister is an odd one. They’re still in touch via letters and the occasional visit, and he does what he can to support her with his money, but they’re not close like conventional siblings. There’s a strange codependence between them. Wylan depends on Lyn as a ‘rock’, and she depends on him as the ‘sea’. Ethnicity: Human! His origins are mostly a mix of Germanic/Portuguese if you wanted a comparison to Earth races/ethnicities. Religion: He recognizes the existence of higher powers but his relationship with them isn’t the best. As if being rebellious to his parents wasn’t bad enough he has to be tsundere towards The Light. This is noted when he uses holy magic such as wards and smiting spells and getting rebound into his own body upon use. Superstitions: He’s incredibly wary around the undead and spirits. So catch him spreading salt when he has to camp somewhere less than lively. Also give him a moment to sharpen his silver weaponry...  Diction, Accent, ETC.: His dialect is pretty clean, though this depends on who he’s speaking to, being the travelling sort he is he’s capable of lightly ‘faking’ various accents, or just being lazy with his own manner of speech. Traces back to proper speaking that was drilled into him as a child and then his own rebelliousness. SCHOOL/ WORK / HOME Education (Highest): He was well learned with the academy work that he actually accomplished. While he never finished and never put his all into his studies, it was clear to his teachers that he had a gift for learning but a problem with conviction.  Degrees: None! But just so I still have something here, one of his informal titles is ‘The Gale’s Fang’. Vocation/Occupation: Jack of several trades, wrapped up best as a mercenary informant, and a monster hunter. He’s good at tracking both people and monsters and taking them down- lethally or not so much. Employment History: Wylan was fully involved with the knight’s academy from the age of 6 to 16, so for those 10 years he had his hands full dealing with that and trying to figure out himself (poorly). Upon leaving the academy after the accident, he took up arms and was given tutelage by the thieves’ guild which taught him how to use his senses and move quietly through the shadows. Wylan didn’t make a good pickpocket, but he was good at reading other people and exceptional at duels. It wasn’t long before he took the advice of the guildmaster and made better uses of his talents. Not necessarily for good, but for more profit. By the age of 22 he was an accomplished and well connected informant, bartering information as well as putting his swordwork to use headhunting and slaying monsters that made issue outside the cities in which he frequented. This continues to current/canon start of interactions. Salary: He’s affluent enough not to worry too much about his state of living, but he can be prone to splurge spending that puts him in a bind for a few weeks at a time, at least until the next job puts money back on the table. Status and money: Continuing off the above, he’s decent enough with his funds (after sending money back to help out his sister) but wouldn’t be well off enough to be considered rich compared to his modern verse. Fortunately he has enough renown that jobs aren’t too hard to come by for him. And many barkeeps and friends are willing to open a tab for him. So he’s not too desperate.  Own or Rent: Wylan typically rents inn rooms when he stays in the cities, and camps when he’s out in the woods. Technically he also owns if you count helping his sister keep her own place running (thought it’s really about 30-70, with his sister funding most of it)  Living Space: Wylan never stays long at the room. It’s a place to go back to and sleep. Personal belongings? Very few. Most things he owns that he wouldn’t want to lose stay back with his sister kept in a basement or separate room that he uses on the rare times he’s back in the capital/holy city from which he originally hailed. As you can imagine, this isn’t very often.  Work Space: N/A! He doesn’t have one! Given his work is almost entirely in the field. Main Mode of Transportation: CATCH A RIIIIIDE. Though he’s apt to have a horse around for transport if he isn’t going too far. Long voyages for when he changes locales would probably be hitching a ride with a caravan. He also doesn’t mind voyages on foot too much. PSYCHOLOGY Fears: Externally he has an aversion to ghosts and spirits. The concept of the dead coming back to haunt you isn’t something he much cares for. Having access to light magic should mostly assuage this, and yet it can give him goosebumps anyhow. Ironically he has a fear of large mammals in his modern verse but that shit doesn’t apply here given he’s a monster hunter! Internally he fears being forgotten, not making a name for himself, and dying before he can truly feel alive.  Secrets: His birth name, Zachary Reis, isn’t something he will bring up with anyone. It’s not necessarily a ‘dead name’ for him, but it’s one he threw away the same time he decided he was going to toss away his ‘fate’ as a paladin. Taking the name of Wylan was another way he took his life for himself in his mind. Despite this being a path of self destruction. His sister is also something he doesn’t often bring up unless he very much trusts that person.  IQ: Surprisingly high. He picks up a lot of information doing the work he does, but you wouldn’t be blamed for not believing this. Eating Habits: They could be a lot better. He eats enough to get by, but his diet isn’t as varied as it could be. Wylan hunts small game when he can, but he isn’t an exciting cook so ALAS. This boy prefers hitting up taverns and getting basic meals like stews, jerky, sandwiches, etc etc. Sleeping Habits: Wylan is a very light sleeper. Typically if you so much as step into the room he’s sleeping in he’ll snap into awareness. It takes a loooong day of exertion to keep him sleeping deep otherwise. Frustrating is how he ‘fakes’ being asleep. So someone could come in and start rummaging and he would still breathe and move as if he were still sleeping. Up until he sits up and stares or cracks a joke. Dare you to kiss him when you think he’s asleep.   Book Preferences: History tomes every now and then. Wylan doesn’t read much fiction and prefers any time he spends reading to be somewhat productive! Make up for other education he missed as part a result of running on the academy. He also reads up on magic and sorcery to work on the wind affinity he also has.  Music Preferences: Wylan doesn’t play any instruments but he DOES love love love to dance and sing. He’s an entertainer at heart and loves to rally people however he may. Suffice to say he’s amusing to go drinking with. And not just because he starts bar fights to amuse himself. Groups or Alone: He’s primarily a lone fighter. Some hunts he will of course work with a team of other hunters, he’s not stupid enough to take on the larger beasts by himself, but there’s a preference for doing things on his own terms. He’s self aware enough to know that his ways and methods can be grating, but ah... how all of that clashes with his desire to show off and have an audience. Being Wylan is suffering. Leader or Follower: He’s both, but prefers to be a follower if he can help it. Let other people make the plans then nudge them this way and that to better fit your own methods. He’s a prankster and a good compliment to most parties after all, so you’d be wise to utilize him! Lest he utilize himself... but that said, he’s an anti-hero, so there’s possibility in there for him to be a leader as well and take charge. It just isn’t his default nature and he’d rather not. Planned Out or Spontaneous: Wylan is chaos incarnate. Most everything he does outside of necessity/work is spontaneous. All his mischief and plans are cobbled together and thrown out there. Sometimes he’ll do a bunch of things at once, like throwing a bundle of darts at the wall to see which ones stick. And oh my fucking god don’t get me started on being romantic he can’t plan for shit in that department. Journal Entries (Do they keep one?) Nope. Not a daily journal at least. He’ll keep notebooks and the like for jotting down intel and what have you for jobs he takes up. But most of the time he’ll just have little notes in his pocket, and not really chronicle his life. He may also make ‘fake’ entries to tease people or trick them. See what he did to Zelda the one time. Be careful what you believe... Hobbies, Recreation: Tricks!! Sleight of hand!! Cards and dice!! Part of growing up and learning with a thieves’ guild is getting involved in lots of things that make use of your hands and dexterity. He likes playing random games with folks and oh! People watching. Stalking. Not the cutest thing but Wylan makes a hobby out of ‘testing himself’ and exercising his talents. His hobby is unfortunately annoying people, to summarize. How Do They Relax: His hobbies help him to relax! Also, if you can believe it, sitting back in a group conversation and watching the conversation happen and move forward. Learning about other people is something he likes doing, which is hypocritical since he can make himself so difficult to learn by contrast. BUT THE REAL THING HE DOES.. is practice sword fighting. Slow rhythmic swings of his blade, almost like a dance. He focuses his thoughts and calms his soul when he practices. It’s like a mix of swordfighting, dancing, and yoga. Controlling himself. Feeling himself. It’s multiple things.    What Excites Them?: PEOPLE. Things! Happenings! The unknown and pushing himself to new limits. Honestly one of Wy’s biggest drives is doing something or becoming something that will make him ‘Feel Alive’. Because for all of his antics and frivolity he’s very much fighting an encroaching darkness in his soul. So he’ll search out bizarre things to get involved in. It’s one of the reasons he’s bugging Zelda, because her involvement in witchcraft and his own suspicions have him interested huehue. Pet Peeves: Being ignored. Like perfectly disregarding his existence and whatever he’s getting up to. If you’re not reacting to him being him then that means he’s not being effective and he’s losing. It’s his only real weakness...  Prejudices: None. He’s not the most respectful person so most everyone, royalty or important or otherwise gets subjected to similar treatment. If anything, the more important you are the more likely you are to get annoyed! Attitudes: He’s usually with a front, a mask if you will. His general attitude is curious and nosy, but that’s fronted with a playfulness and proclivity for being annoying. Don’t be fooled, he’s usually something more pensive and calculating underneath that exterior. Wylan actually quiets a fair bit once that mask is taken away, his mood swings down and his tone is a touch deeper. Stressors: Things going awry and his friends being put in danger. He absolutely does not do well with people he cares about being hurt. One of the worst things that can happen to him is his sister dying for example, and has lead to one of his most self destructive plots I’ve written, in this verse especially. Lovers? Don’t hurt them. Don’t endanger them. The idea of rivals or enemies going after people he cares about.. hoo. MAN. None of that please. He can be SO damn possessive. In relationships he’s very self conscious as well of fulfilling their needs. So if his partner remarks, regardless of how offhandedly, they’d like more of something he will TRY TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN.  Obsessions: Being an absolute pain in the ass. And in cases where someone has wronged him or someone close to him? Tracking them down and getting closure/revenge. That shit takes him to the brink of killing himself. Addictions: None to the point of being problematic, but he does love eating pickles.  Ambitions: To make a name for himself, to be renowned and respected. To feel alive and accomplished as a person. He’d also like to take down a dragon someday. Get some armor from its scales and a sword out of that shit. As Seen by Others: Capable and dangerous, but impossible to work with for long periods. Keep a tight lip around him lest he use that information against you and learn things you’d rather keep secret. A lecherous womanizer. As Seen by Self: A body of broken glass, encased in a shell, covered in masks. Who are you? What are you? Where are you even going? You’re lost. You’re aimless. You’re swimming and swimming and eventually you’re going to be tired, aren’t you? ASTROLOGY/PHISIOLOGY Birth Date: October 10. Time of Birth: Evening. Western Astrological Sign: Libra Traits Associated with Western Sign: Social, Clever, Unreliable, Diplomatic Traits Associated with Chinese Zodiac: N/A, seeing as I don’t age Wylan with the years this doesn’t really apply. Handwriting: Clean when he needs it to be, but otherwise a quick script with lots of pen strikes. He’s capable with drawing diagrams and the like as well! This boy can throw out monster diagrams with weak points and other ecological notes oh yes yes. Sexual History: Wylan was already exploring that sort of thing before he left the academy, so yes... as early as 16 he’d already lost the v-card. He doesn’t really do relationships and enjoys casual encounters. Many a maiden at the bar or elsewhere has taken him for a spin. Typically partners aren’t reoccurring in fantasy verse, however. He’s... well, very good in the performance category.   General Health: A+ healthy aside from the sleep and subpar diet bits. Strong and good stamina. Medical History: He’s nearly died one times too many. Been stabbed, cut, poisoned, bitten, but hey he’s still alive! And that’s what he’d argue matters with this business. Allergies: SHELLFISH. Chronic Illnesses: None to speak of. Handicaps: He’s somewhat of a type B tsundere. It’s awful.  OBJECTS Purse / Bag: He’s got a coin purse that he’ll carry spare gold around in for spending on what have you. Supposedly food but he’s weak to splurge purchases. Most everything else he keeps on him in his pockets and his belt. Wallet: Uhhh see above, coin purse!!! He’s got enough for the week or so!! Don’t try and pickpocket him because he will catch you and you will feel stupid. Fridge: He doesn’t keep food around. He more or less has to scavenge for everything he eats either through buying or hunting. That’s kind of the life for the vagrant he is, isn’t it? Medicine Cabinet: N/A, but he does keep bandages and salves at his room.  Glove Compartment: N/A!! Junk Drawer: NNNNNN/AAAAAAA Kitchen Cabinets: Wylan get a house so I can fill this out challenge. Bedroom Hiding Place: Behind a wall panel or somesuch if he can manage. Otherwise in the floor or outside the window. Closets: His wardrobe typically includes tunics, coats, leather armor and harnesses for his weaponry! He’s got a couple swords in fantasy verse, and he’s got throwing knives and a grappling hook!!  Backback: Yeah uh see above, what a question. Locker: None Desk: WYLAN KEEP ITEMS AROUND CHALLEEEEENGE.  Clothes pocket: Daggers, notes, maybe a writing implement and paper so he can jot things down. He’s also got little knick knacks like a gem or a monster tooth to show off. Isn’t it cool??? Also lint.

OTHER Halloween Costumes: Werewolf!!! Get him in either just a lazy one with gloves and ears or deck him out in the whole garb. Love that idea on him. In one verse Big Bad Wolf is his nickname, and in another he flat out IS a werewolf! So yeAH. Tricks: He’s very skilled at sleight of hand!! Card flourishes and dice rolls. Cup games. Illusions and dexterity... he’s a slippery one! He’s also likely to catch you in words, using things you say against you. He gets really meta and oh how annoying that can get... Talents: SWORDPLAY- He learned from a very early age at an esteemed academy where only the best knights get trained. He mixes that style with a more ‘street’ type that he picked up with the thieves’ guild and even further as a monster hunter and mercenary. Suffice to say that all mixes together into multiple stances he can switch between depending on what he’s up against. Strong sweeping strikes, vicious stabbing and leaping, poised dueling and parrying... he’s a TOUGH fight. MAGIC: Wylan is at odds with his use of holy magic that utilizes the light to bless and heal. Until he comes to terms with himself and the power he wants to channel it’ll have ‘blowbacks’ on himself. Fingers will burn, head will ache, and his stomach will flip. But it’s still undeniably effective for where it is! Aside from that he knows some wind magic to supplement himself. He’s not known as ‘Zephyr’ for nothing after all! Gusting steps, slashing winds, REALLY BIG JUMPS!!! If you throw him he’s a fantastic projectile! And lets see- DANCING! He learned it first as part of his etiquette as a knight, but it’s something that’s evolved with him and oh does he enjoy festivals for that reason. Ballroom styles are what he’s most familiar with. Dance with him. Please dance with him. Politics: Indifferent! Doesn’t care for authority figures to begin with so in any case or kingdom with a monarchy he’s very buh about it. He’s very self-accomplished and his beliefs would push him towards meritocracy over anythign else if you ask me!  Flaws: Suspicious, possessive, and very persistent. This could be a strength too but for the most part can be seen as a detriment because of how it ends up being applied. Which is in self-destructive tendencies WOO. He’s also very lustful, and can be distracted by a fine woman and let himself be swayed by his desires over time. Have I mentioned he isn’t the most reliable? He’s apt to lie to people and give intentionally wrong impressions just to make it easier for him to slip away. You gotta go up a few levels to unlock that... So yeah, sins are WRATH, LUST, and ENVY. Strengths: NONE. Okay if you earn a solid place as his friend there is almost NO limit to what he’ll do to protect you. Wylan has a ridiculous amount of determination and mental fortitude and he can and will strike down a GOD to keep those things that are precious to him. He’s also an amusing character to have around, if you are feeling bummed he is almost guaranteed to find a way to cheer you up and support you if only so he can not feel as guilty teasing as he usually does HUE. He’s got a very up beat personality! Sure, a lot of it is a mask but he WANTS it to be real and that’s what really matters if you ask me. His reckless optimism can be endearing. There’s a lot of other surprising mental qualities such as how clever and quick witted he can be. Part of that mental fortitude lets him think and fight on his feet regardless of how much pressure he’s under. It takes a LOT to dampen his thought processes. Drugs/Alcohol: He drinks frequently, but he wouldn’t be counted as a drunkard. Wylan rarely drinks to excess, and prefers to do so among friends and good company. Passwords: Uh, do ritual prayers count? Magical spells? Heh. Email Address, Home Page, Blogs, etc.: Oh if only this were for modern verse... Time and place: Medieval fantasy! Magic and creatures! I also love throwing Monster Hunter vibes in for the big monsters he goes up against. Special Places: For him? Cliffs overlooking the ocean. Abandoned temples he can just chill at. For all he enjoys being around people now and then he really appreciates quiet isolation. Special Memories: Lots of memories with his sister before they more or less split ways. There’s one in particular where he was trying to teach her swordplay when she was just a little girl, and she about stubbed his toe when the wooden practice sword fell right on it. Her panicked attempts to try and heal him were something that really stuck with him.

[emospritelet]

Indulgence

Third part of my Original Sin verse, in which demon!Gold goes to seduce human!Belle with his balls full of demonic seed…

This was supposed to be ready for Halloween, and has been in the works since early September, but I was sick, so it was late. I tagged it mildly dubious consent on AO3, mainly because she doesn’t realise he’s serious when he tells her he’s a demon. Not sure that would make a difference to our girl, but I tagged it for safety. 

[Part 1] [Part 2] [AO3]

x

Gold made his way slowly down the side street, the brass-handled cane he used tapping out a steady rhythm on the cracked stones. It was a dull, grey day, approaching dusk, but he still wore sunglasses with brown-tinted lenses, keeping what glare there was from his sensitive eyes. He much preferred to do business after dark, but humans were predictably reluctant in these matters. A cyclist passed at speed, spinning wheels throwing dead leaves and dirt into the air, and he stepped back calmly on one foot, the movement showing his lack of true need for the cane he carried. It was an affectation, a tool to make him seem smaller, less threatening. He wasn’t sure if it worked all that well, as the humans were still wary of him, but he had used the thing for years, and so he stuck with it. Besides, it looked good.

He paused outside an old three-storey building, looking it up and down as he gathered his thoughts. The place had been built in the 1920s, and held its own against its taller, more modern neighbours. A painted sign hung above the door, the curling letters black on a white background: Avonlea Books. A stone step marked the entrance, windows framed in pale blue displaying a collection of children’s books with shining covers, all concerning witches, vampires or ghosts. There was a display of paper leaves in red and gold, a carved pumpkin, and a stuffed black cat with green glass eyes curled beside an iron cauldron. Silver-grey strands of fake spider web stretched across the window, and Gold smiled to himself. Miss French was ready for Halloween, it seemed.

He had met the young bookstore owner quite by chance, when she had ordered a rare copy of Persuasion from him for her personal collection. Her initial email querying its provenance had been detailed and thorough, displaying a deep knowledge of the author and a true passion for reading. They had corresponded a few times before she had agreed to purchase the item, and she had displayed a wit and intelligence that had made him want to continue their interactions. She had intrigued him, had pricked at the depths of his dark soul in ways that he had rarely experienced, and he had found himself thinking of her at the strangest times. He had been due to travel to New York on other business, and so he had decided to deliver the book personally.

Miss French, when they met, had almost stolen his breath. She was delightful: a tiny ball of sunshine with the sort of pale beauty and inner fire that he found most alluring in humans, and could rarely find. She had made him tea, drunk as they sat in her tiny shop and discussed books, her scent making his mouth water and his skin burn with desire. The brief touch of her hand on his arm had sent shivers through him, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to use his magic to sneak his way into her dreams and let her feel the pleasure he could give her. She was breathtaking.

He decided then and there that he would see her again, and so he had sought books that he knew she would like, taking the liberty of emailing her with news of his latest acquisitions in the hope of securing another meeting. He had travelled to New York on four separate occasions for the purpose, and Miss French greeted him with warm tones and a slight blush in her cheeks every time. Her scent had changed from that first meeting, becoming rounder, more musky, drifting into his nose and making his heart thud in his chest with the urge to taste her. She wanted him, he could tell. Perhaps as much as he wanted her.

He had already left his mark on her, a warning to others who might desire her that she was already claimed, that she was under his protection as long as the mark lasted. It was done by a press of his lips, a damp circle on the back of her hand as he took his leave when they last met. It amused him no end that the gesture was seen as old-fashioned and gentlemanly. Certainly Miss French had blushed adorably when he had done it, and stammered out her own goodbye. To others of his kind, though, it was a warning. One with serious consequences, if ignored.

Putting his mark on her also had the effect of opening up her mind. It wouldn’t create desire, and he would never have bothered if he thought she found him repulsive. But she was attracted to him, he knew that very well. His mark would let her desire take form, would let her darkest fantasies come to life in her mind. She would dream of him, although not the true dreams in which he could touch her, in which he could taste her. Denying himself that pleasure was exquisite agony.

He thought of her waking in the night, gasping and reaching between her legs to give herself the pleasure that the dreams promised. It was enough to make him swell and harden in his pants, and he licked his lips at the images his mind conjured. He wanted to touch her himself, to make her scream with pleasure. He wanted to taste her. The encounter with Lacey only hardened his resolve. She was the one, and he would have her.

In the end, it was she that called him. She was looking to buy additional stock for her little shop, and wanted to sell an early edition of Middlemarch. He was more than happy to take it off her hands. In the circumstances. 

It had been two days before Lacey had visited him for their coupling, and knowing that he would have another purpose to his trip, Gold had delayed giving Belle a date for his arrival in New York. He left Storybrooke not long after Lacey had wandered out of his life, driving south in his Cadillac, travelling through the night and checking into his favourite hotel. He called Miss French that morning, informing her that he would be visiting the shop at five that evening to view the book.

She greeted him with a wide smile and a deep blush that made her blue eyes shine. A white shirt clung to her curves, cap sleeves baring her arms beneath a little red cardigan and the top three buttons undone to reveal the hollow between her breasts. Her legs were bare beneath the flared black skirt she wore, high heeled shoes giving her a few extra inches. He was surprised to see it in the winter weather, but the sight of her naked skin made his mouth water as he imagined running his tongue up her inner thigh, tugging her underwear aside to taste her. He licked his lips, and wondered if she could sense the desire he felt for her, burning deep in his belly. Her hand shook a little as he took it, and he bent to kiss her knuckles, breathing in her scent. There was an edge to it, a need, and he felt himself smile before he straightened up. Perhaps this would be easier than he had thought.

He pretended to study the book she handed him, making a show of bargaining over the price, although he had never intended to give her anything less than what she asked, and when the deal was done, he turned his attention to the true purpose of his visit.

“Well, Miss French,” he said, setting the book carefully in his briefcase. “It appears our business is concluded. A pity. I’ve enjoyed our conversation.”

“So have I,” she said. “How long are you in the city?”

Gold showed his teeth.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow,” he said, closing his briefcase with a click. “The shop won’t run itself, alas.”

“That’s a shame,” she murmured, and he tilted his head. 

“Well, if you should ever wish to dispose of other rare editions, I’d be obliged if you could give me first refusal. I’d offer you a very fair price.”

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” she said hastily, blushing a little. “It’s just - well, if this is your last night in the city, perhaps - perhaps we could have a drink?”

“A drink?” he said, allowing himself a tiny smile. “That sounds perfect.”

“Actually, I’m - I’m closing up now,” she said. “If you’re free.”

Gold straightened up, fingers flexing on the cane handle.

“I’m all yours.”

x

Belle had never met anyone quite like Mr Gold, and her instant and unexpected attraction to him had caused her some initial concern. She tried to make dating decisions based on personality traits and common interests rather than looks, but told herself firmly that this hadn’t changed with the arrival of the mysterious antique dealer. Mr Gold was, after all, intelligent, well-read, and with an appreciation for the rare and beautiful. Not that he wasn’t handsome; he had deep brown eyes and soft hair that hung around a sharp jaw and high cheekbones. But there was something else that drew her to him, her thoughts straying to him at the strangest times. There was an air about him, a heavy energy that made her skin tingle, that had made her breath catch at the first touch of his hand. Yes, she had to admit that she found him very attractive indeed.

She had wanted to ask him out the first time they had met, but had held off, thinking that impulsiveness wasn’t always one of her more admirable traits. He was much older than her, and she had told herself that he was probably married, although he wore no wedding ring. Still, it had always felt as though there was something between them. A weight to the atmosphere whenever he entered the shop, a spark of electricity in the air around them. The strength of her attraction was a little alarming, and so she had waited, all the while keeping an ear out for any mention of a wife or partner, anything that might suggest he was already taken. He wasn’t all that forthcoming with personal information, something she hoped to remedy.

The last time he had left the shop, he had kissed her hand with a slow press of soft lips. It was a gesture she would ordinarily have wrinkled her nose at, but which had made her heart thump and a heavy, insistent throb of desire start between her thighs. She had dreamed of him that night, a gloriously vivid dream in which he peeled off every stitch she wore and made her scream with pleasure. It made her blush to think of it, and his tiny, knowing grin when he had arrived that evening had almost made her suspect that he knew the erotic paths her mind had taken. It made negotiating the price for the book somewhat longer than it needed to be, but she couldn’t help thinking that he had gone easy on her, nonetheless. She told herself that asking someone for a drink was a normal, healthy part of adult life, and there was no need to turn it into a big deal. She also told herself that she had no intention of sleeping with him, even as she knew it was a blatant lie.

Once they left the shop, she took him to a bar around the corner, a small, humid place with good wine and terrible restrooms. Roni, the black-haired bartender, flashed Belle her usual wide smile, but eyed Gold with a suspicious, narrow-eyed stare as she set a bottle of wine and two glasses in front of them. She frowned at him as she turned away, and Belle was puzzled by her sudden hostility. Gold seemed unfazed, carrying the bottle to a nearby table as Belle brought the glasses. He pulled out her chair, waiting for her to sit before pushing it back, and then took his own seat. Roni passed again, still shooting him disapproving looks, and there was a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t think much of the service in this place,” he said lightly.

“I don’t get it, she’s usually so friendly,” mused Belle. “Do you know her?”

“No,” he said, pouring them each a glass of wine. “I shouldn’t worry about it. She’s probably worked out that I’m not really human.”

Belle giggled, raising a brow.

“Oh really?” she drawled. “Well, I suppose it is almost Halloween.”

“Here’s my costume,” he quipped, running a hand up and down his slim form.

“Terrifying.”

“I thought so.”

She grinned, reaching for her drink, and shook back her hair as red wine swirled in her glass, dark as blood. Gold reached for his own glass, taking a sip and setting it down.

“So what are you?” she asked. “Vampire? Werewolf?”

“Certainly not,” he said seriously. “I’m an ancient demon, proficient in the dark arts.”

“With a weakness for old books and antiques?” she teased, and he shrugged.

“We all have our hobbies.”

“I suppose even ancient demons have to pass the time between sacrifices,” she added, and he wrinkled his nose.

“Well, it’s been some time since I attended a thoroughly debauched ritual,” he admitted. “Getting a little old for that sort of thing.”

Belle giggled.

“Do demons ever get tired of doing demonic things?”

“Not really.” He took a sip of his wine, grinning at her. “It’s more a shift in priorities. I believe you humans are the same. As we get older, we start to focus on the more important things in life.”

“Defiling virgins out, family time in?”

Gold set down his glass with a smile.

“In order to do that, one must first have a family.”

“And you think having a drink with me is gonna fix that?” she asked. He returned her grin, spreading his fingers in a fan.

“Clearly it’s all part of my evil demonic plan.”

“Strange that I asked you out, then.”

“Perhaps you’re drawn to the darkness.”

It was said in a low voice, a throaty rumble in his throat that made her heart thump. Belle chuckled a little nervously, taking a sip of wine. It was good, warming her throat, and she took another, larger sip, sneaking a look at him over the rim of her glass. Something was pulling her to him, an alluring sense of mystery, of hunger. Perhaps it was darkness, after all. Odd, then, that she trusted him. Foolish, perhaps, given that she barely knew the man, but then she had always had a sense about people. His eyes caught hers, a sudden gleam of gold within their dark brown depths, and she shook her head, dropping her gaze. 

“Where were we before we entered this bar and went down this very bizarre path?” she said. “Oh yes, you were telling me what a terrible recluse you are.”

He looked amused at that.

“Ask any of my neighbours.”

Belle pursed her lips.

“Maybe I will,” she said coyly. “What’s your home town like?”

Gold sucked his teeth, setting down his glass and sitting back.

“Small enough that everyone wants to know your business,” he said. “Large enough that they never quite manage it.”

Belle giggled at that, taking another sip of her wine.

“Even after two years, I feel like I don’t really know anyone here,” she confessed. “Big cities are kind of impersonal, aren’t they? I have a few regulars, of course, but it’s not the same as friends. I mean, I love running the shop, don’t get me wrong, but it’s kind of lonely at times.”

“I see.” He continued to watch her, fingers stroking the stem of his glass. “And what did you hope for, when you came to this city?”

Belle could feel that her smile was somewhat rueful.

“I was hoping that the bookstore would be an amazing success and in five years’ time I’d have a chain of them and a beautiful loft apartment,” she said. “Now I’m mostly hoping that I can pay next month’s bills on time and have a little left over for a new pair of shoes.”

“A simple enough dream,” he said, taking a sip of his wine. “What about the rest? Friends? Family?”

Belle wrinkled her nose.

“My parents are both dead,” she said. “That’s how I got the shop. Dad left me a little money, so I figured I’d make a new start, in a new city.”

She chewed her lip, feeling sad, and took a drink to try to distract from her melancholy.

“What about you?” she asked, her voice cracking a little. “Do you live alone?”

“Yes.” He reached for his drink again. “You?”

“Oh, ever since I came here,” she said. “The apartment only has one bedroom.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to live alone.”

“True,” she agreed. “But I don’t seem to have much luck with relationships, to be honest.”

“I find that hard to imagine,” he said softly, and she shrugged awkwardly.

“Some people say I’m - odd,” she ventured. “That I’ll end up alone with my books and a dozen cats. I don’t know, maybe they’re right.”

Gold smirked, and raised his glass.

“Sounds like something to celebrate,” he suggested. “Fuck the lot of them.”

She giggled at that, and clinked her glass against his. He took a sip, setting down his glass.

“So,” he said. “No enormous hulking boyfriend waiting outside to attack me for having a drink with you?”

“God, no!” she said fervently. “I mean, I’ve dated, but it never usually gets past the second night. Maybe I’m too picky. Or too weird.”

“You think you’re weird?”

“You heard the crazy cat lady thing, right?” She raised her glass. “Scared yet?”

“Certainly not.”

Gold took a sip of his wine, the tip of his tongue sweeping across his lips to catch a stray droplet, dark as blood. His eyes met hers, and she felt her breath catch in her throat a little.

“And what about children?” he asked softly. “Do you want to be a mother?”

“Yes,” she said immediately. “I guess I want it all. A job I love, a happy marriage and a couple of kids, and - and it occurs to me that this really isn’t a first date topic of conversation…”

Her voice trailed off lamely, but he smiled, settling back in his chair and spreading his legs a little wider.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said easily. “I find it’s better to be open about these things. Cuts down on the time-wasters.”

Belle laughed a little nervously, reaching for her wine.

“Careful,” she warned. “I’ll be telling you all my secrets soon.”

“Well, you already know mine,” he said, and she sent him an amused look.

“Of course,” she said earnestly. “How could I forget the professional defiler of virgins?”

“Retired,” he corrected, raising his glass, and she giggled.

“At least you haven’t run for the hills,” she noted, and his mouth twitched.

“I have no intention of running anywhere.”

“Good.”

There was a moment of silence, and she took another drink to cover it. Gold was watching her, fingers absently caressing the rim of his wine glass. The fingers were long and slender, his touch delicate, and she wondered if he was as careful with everything he handled. A heat was building in her, the throb of her pulse beating low down in her groin, and she squeezed her thighs together. One corner of his mouth pulled upwards, as though he could read her mind, and she tried to keep her thoughts out of the gutter. Gold put his head to the side.

“You said you didn’t date,” he said, and Belle pulled a face.

“Not really,” she said. “Nothing that counts as a - as a relationship.”

“And is a relationship what you want?” he asked. His voice was low and lilting. Soothing. A velvet tongue caressing her skin and making her shiver.

“I - it might - it might be nice,” she stammered, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks. “To have someone, I mean. Everyone needs someone, right?”

He smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming.

“You’re asking the wrong person.”

“Because the mysterious Mr Gold spends all his time alone, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then why are you here?” she countered, and his smile widened.

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

He took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes catching and holding hers, making the blush in her cheeks deepen and an ache start low in her belly. Her heart was thudding in her chest, her skin prickling, as though it was too tight, and she sucked in a breath as he took another drink. He licked his lips again, and set down his glass.

“Do you live nearby, Miss French?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I live above the shop. Why?”

Gold shook back his hair, the tip of his tongue running over his lower lip as his eyes locked onto hers.

“I’d like to take you to bed,” he said quietly. “If you’re willing.”

“Yes! I mean—” She closed her eyes. “I mean - wow, that’s - that’s very - uh - direct.”

A slow smile spread across his face, and she caught a gleam of gold as his teeth showed.

“You said yes.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

She was blushing hard now, and she grabbed at her wine to hide it, almost choking as she took a large swallow.

“I - I don’t usually do this after I make a sale, you know,” she said, and he smiled.

“Nor do I.”

“So…” She gave him a rueful grin. “Are the two of us just a couple of book sluts, or what?”

Gold burst out laughing at that, his eyes gleaming.

“Imagine what could happen if I showed you my library,” he said, his voice a low, pleasant growl, and she pursed her lips.

“Telling me you have a library is serious foreplay, you know.”

He laughed again, a deep, rich sound that made her belly clench, and he reached for his glass, still smiling. She watched as he drank the last of the wine in it and set it down. A droplet ran down the side, a bead of deep red tracking across the base to spread around its edge. Gold licked his lips, raising his chin a little.

“Ready when you are.”

Belle blinked.

“What, you want to go now?”

He shrugged lazily.

“Why wait?”

Why indeed?

“Okay,” she said, and drank the last of her own wine, setting the glass down with a clink. “Let’s go.”

It was cold outside, and Belle shivered, leaning against him as she took his arm and they made their way back towards the shop. That atmosphere was still between them, heavy and electric, and her hands shook as she turned the key in the lock to let them into her apartment. It was as though she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, the brush of his fingers on her skin.

The apartment was dark, and she dropped her keys into the little pot she kept on the table by the door and went to flick on the lamp that stood by the couch. She shrugged out of her coat, sucking in a breath as she felt Gold take it from her and draw it down her arms. Her skin was tingling, her heart thumping, and she felt his cool breath by her ear, the closeness of him making her belly pull and tighten. There was a soft thump from the couch as he draped the coat over its arm, and she gasped as she felt his hands at her waist.

“Bedroom?” he murmured, his lips brushing the nape of her neck, and Belle shivered.

“Yeah - uh - just give me a minute,” she said, and pulled out of his grip.

She trotted to the bedroom, rushing to turn on the lamp on the nightstand, hurriedly snatching up the few clothes scattered on the floor and stuffing them in the drawers. Her heart was thumping hard in anticipation, and she kicked off her shoes and stacked them next to the dresser, out of the way. She shrugged out of the cardigan, tossing it aside, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright, her chest heaving. Excitement, and a touch of nervousness. It was exhilarating. She tugged the sheets straight, smoothing a hand over the midnight blue coverlet.

“Come in!” she called.

When Gold entered the room, he had taken off his overcoat and suit jacket, a waistcoat over the shirt of dark red silk. His shoes and socks were gone, leaving bare toes that sank into the thick pile of the rug by the end of the bed. A heavy, throbbing darkness seemed to swell and grow around him, blooming outward to wrap around her and pull her to him, and she stepped forward to run her hands up his chest, rising up on her toes as he bent his head to kiss her.

Gold parted her lips with his, tongue snaking into her mouth as a low moan came from her. The taste of her was sweet and heady. Ripe. He ran his hands down her back and over her hips, cupping her rear and pulling her tight against him, and Belle moaned again, fingers stroking through his hair. It felt good to kiss her, better than he had expected, and he had thought about it a lot over the past few weeks. He tugged her against him, knowing she would feel the hardness of him against her, and she moaned again and moved her hips a little, rubbing against him and sending jolts of sensation through him. He groaned, low in his throat, hands gripping her buttocks, and her fingers twisted in his hair.

She had risen up on her toes, and he slid his hands up to her waist, finding the zipper of her skirt and pulling it down before pushing the skirt over her hips to fall around her ankles. Belle kicked it away from her, and he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers as his hands moved around her body to pluck at the buttons of her shirt. Their lips were wet, her nose brushing his and her breath cool against his mouth, and her fingers stroked against his scalp as he unfastened the buttons one by one, down to her navel, letting the shirt gape open to expose her pale skin and the lace cups of her bra. She wore tiny high-leg panties in black mesh, and he could smell her arousal, a heady, musky scent that made him want to drop to his knees and taste her.

Her fingers had left his hair and were fumbling with the knot of his tie, and he helped her undo it, pulling the length of silk from around his throat and tossing it aside. Belle’s hands were shaking a little as she opened up his waistcoat, and he shrugged out of it, sending it to join his tie. He pressed his brow to hers again, tilting his head a little to capture her mouth with his, and she moaned as he kissed her, as his tongue gently stroked against hers. He let his hands fall to her waist, stroking upwards over soft skin to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over the taut peaks of her nipples where they pushed against the lace of her bra.

His hands slid upwards, pushing the shirt from her shoulders, and she dropped her arms and let it fall to the floor behind her. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, and he slipped his thumbs under the straps of her bra, drawing them down her arms as he turned his head and pressed his mouth to her neck. Belle rose up on her toes with a tiny cry, and he groaned as he sucked on her soft skin, tasting her. He reached around to find the clasp of the bra, unhooking it with a flick of his fingers and a tiny curl of magic, and she shook it from her, baring the pale mounds of her breasts with their hardened nipples.

He kissed lower, inhaling her scent, the delicate perfume of arousal that was surrounding her, and his mouth trailed over her breast to fasten over her nipple, sucking it in between his lips. Belle moaned, running her hands through his hair, and he growled as his hands cupped her, his tongue swirling over the taut peak. He kissed across to the left breast, tongue circling the nipple with a glistening trail of saliva before he sucked it into his mouth, and she let her head roll back with a gasp, her fingers tugging at his hair. Gold let the nipple slip from his mouth, straightening up as he kissed his way back up to nuzzle along her jaw to her ear, feeling a shiver go through her.

“Get on the bed,” he growled. “I want to taste you.”

She pulled back from him, her eyes flicking to his, her lips full and moist from his kisses. He watched as she climbed onto the bed in her underwear, lying back against the pillows with her knees up, her toes clutching at the dark blue blanket. He unbuttoned his shirt, watching her, one hand on her belly as it rose and fell with her breath. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillows, her eyes closed and lips parted. So beautiful. 

He shrugged out of the shirt, tossing it aside before taking off his pants and underwear. His cock was hard, his balls full and heavy, and he knelt on the end of the bed, watching Belle’s eyelids flutter as he put his hands on her knees and slowly pushed them apart. She opened her legs a little, letting him slide his hands up her inner thighs, and he inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of her into his lungs. It made his mouth water, and he bent to kiss her, the skin of her thighs soft as silk against his lips. Belle moaned as he kissed higher, his fingers stalking upwards to grasp the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips a little, allowing him to draw them down, and he shifted backwards off the bed to pull them off at her feet and toss them away.

Belle had been beautiful fully-clothed, but naked she was perfection. His eyes roamed over her curves, the peaks of her breasts and the hollow of her navel, drawn downwards to the glistening pink folds of her sex. He licked his lips as he knelt between her legs, her scent pulling him to her, filling him with an urge to thrust his cock deep inside her and give her all that he had. He ran his hands up her thighs, pushing them apart, and bent to trail his nose up from her knee, following her delicious scent. She let out a tiny moan as his lips brushed her skin, as his hair stroked against her, and he pressed his lips to the glistening cleft between her legs, letting out a low, guttural growl at the first taste of her arousal.

He could feel his true form trying to assert itself, his long tongue coiling in his mouth, eager to be inside her, his tail itching at the base of his spine, wanting to lash out and bind her to him. It had been a long time since he had forgotten himself enough to lose control, but it was surprisingly difficult to suppress the demon part of himself in the presence of all her beauty. His hands slipped beneath her buttocks, lifting her closer to his mouth as he got himself under control. Perhaps just a little of his true form. Perhaps just the tongue.

He let it curl from between his lips, long and tapered, flickering over her wet flesh. Belle gave a cry of pleasure, arching her back, and he groaned in response, her flavour bursting over his tongue. She tasted of salt and musk and the ripe sweetness that meant he had timed his seduction to perfection, and his balls ached with desire, heavy with the seed he carried. His tongue pushed inside her, tasting her, stroking against slick walls and pushing through soft flesh. His cock twitched, eager to get inside her, to push deep and squirt the seed into her. 

Drawing out the tongue, he gently slid a finger inside her, and she moaned, pushing her hips upwards. His tongue caressed her, delicately stroking against her clit as his finger thrust in and out, and Belle gasped, her fingers dragging through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. She was whimpering, her body stiffening as her climax neared, and his tongue flickered rapidly until she let out a loud cry of pleasure, wet flesh clamping around his finger. He drew it out with a low groan, whitish fluid leaking from her, and his tongue slithered back inside to taste her bliss. His groan rumbled lower, a deep, bass growl as her flavour sent pulses of desire through his body to his groin. She was jerking and moaning, her fingers tugging at his hair, and he groaned again as he sucked the cum from her. She was ready.

He pressed kisses to her mound and down her inner thighs as he pulled back, and rose up on his knees, hands sliding up her thighs as he shifted forward to lean over her. Belle had closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. He leaned on the palms of his hands, shifting his body weight until he was pressed up against her, his cock achingly close to the wet flesh he longed to sink into. Belle’s eyes fluttered open, a slow smile spreading across her face, and she reached up to stroke his hair. Strands of it had were caught on his cheeks, sticky from her juices, and she brushed them back.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “I hope you still have the energy for the rest of it.”

Gold showed his teeth.

“Oh, I won’t lack for energy, I assure you,” he said softly. “Although you might, by the time we’re done.”

“Confident, hmm?” Her eyes gleamed with amusement. “I like it.”

She slid a hand down between them, reaching between her legs to take him in hand, her warm palm curling around his cock and squeezing. It made him growl in pleasure, and Belle made a sound of approval. The hand moved, sliding lower, stroking against his balls, and her mouth opened as she sucked in a breath.

“Oh!” she whispered.

Her fingers stroked delicately, cupping his balls, tracing their shape, and he gritted his teeth, the pleasure of her touch exquisite. She grasped his cock again, lining them up, and her eyes flicked upwards to meet his. He could feel the heat of her against the head of his cock, soft, wet flesh cushioning it, waiting for him to open her up and thrust inside.

“Do you want this?” he asked softly. “Do you want what I can give you?”

“Yes!” she breathed.

He eased into her, letting out a low groan as he slid deep, as he pushed all the way into her. She was slick and hot and perfect, opening up to receive and hold him tightly, and he let his cock grow a little longer, the head pushing up against the firm wall of flesh that his tongue had explored. Belle had arched up into him, drawing up her knees to let him fill her completely, and he slid one hand beneath her lower back, tugging her close as he began to move his hips in long, slow circles, grinding against her, his cock sliding in and out of her slippery heat.

Belle moaned, letting her head roll back, eyes closed as she felt him move inside her. It felt incredible, every thrust of his hips sending a pulse of pleasure through her, making her cheeks flush and her skin hum. He seemed to be able to reach every part that drove her wild, and she enjoyed the warm solid feel of his body rubbing against her clit, his cock hard and thick inside her, a rigid shaft with its head stroking her in just the right spot. She let out a tiny cry, drawing her knees higher, letting him sink deeper, and he growled in response, his thrusts quickening a little.

She reached up to brush the hair from his eyes, sweat making his skin tacky against her fingertips. For a moment it was as though his eyes flashed gold, his gaze intense, but then he bent his head to kiss her, lips pulling at hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth to taste her. She clung to him, legs wrapping around his back, and he groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking as he thrust into her. She could feel pleasure rising up through her body again, a tide of bliss waiting to sweep over her, and she kissed him hungrily, chasing her climax, wanting to let it take them both.

Gold was lost in her, buried in her velvet heat with his tongue in her mouth and her legs wrapped around him, holding him tight. He wanted to let his human mask slip, to be his true self with her. He wanted to let his tail spring out and curl around them both, to let his wings fold a tent of warm leather around them, trapping their moist warmth and their mingled scents and the rhythmic sounds of their pleasure. It was impossible, of course, and so he concentrated on how she good she felt, on how sweet she tasted, on the slippery layer of sweat between their bodies and the sounds she made as he fucked her.

He pulled his mouth from hers with a wet, sucking noise, his breath coming hard as he felt his cock harden further, his climax nearing. There was the tingle of magic deep in his groin, spreading up from his balls, waiting to flow into her. He ran his hands up her body, cupping her breasts before sliding up her arms, his fingers threading through hers as he pushed her hands down into the pillows, and Belle moaned and arched up into him, squeezing his cock and sending a jolt of pleasure through him that made him gasp out an expletive.

“Fuck!”

A smile curled the edges of her beautiful mouth, and he quickened his pace, the magic rising up, spreading through his groin, pulling the seed from his balls. A wave of pleasure rushed over him, and he came with a long, groaning cry, his cock pulsing, seed pouring into her in a burst of heat. Belle let out a loud cry, her flesh squeezing him, her body writhing against his as she came. Her flesh tugged at him, pulling the seed from him, drawing it deep, and he pumped his hips, letting her take as much as she could, letting it fill her. Her nails raked his back, a delicious pain mixed with his pleasure, and she jerked and moaned, her pale skin turned pink in her chest and cheeks, her dark curls awry.

His cock was still pulsing faintly, and he let his head hang low as he tried to catch his breath. She reached up to push lazy fingers through his hair, a slow, rhythmic stroking as he inhaled the scent of her, the heady perfume of her pleasure that had wound its way into his brain. The combination of her touch and her scent was almost soporific, making him want to purr contently, and he tried to shake it off, raising his head to grin down at her.

“Well well,” he said softly. “That was - unexpected.”

Belle giggled a little, her eyes sparkling, fingers still dancing over his scalp and making him shiver deliciously.

“You could say that,” she agreed. “You could also say it was amazing.”

“Oh, it was certainly that.”

He kissed her, feeling her legs loosen their grip around his waist and fall to the sides, smooth thighs rubbing against his hips. He was still hard inside her, and he let his lips pull at hers, wanting to stay there for a moment longer, buried within her. Belle stretched a little, pointing her toes. The movement made her squeeze his cock, and he let out a contented, rumbling growl. She reached up to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lower lip.

“So,” she said. “You’re leaving tomorrow?”

“I am,” he confirmed. “As I said, the store won’t run itself.”

“Hmm.” Her fingers slid around to the nape of his neck, plucking at the soft strands of hair. “I guess that means you could stay here a little longer. If you wanted.”

Gold’s smile widened.

“I’d like that very much.”

He bent to kiss her, and she twined her arms around his neck, her tongue stroking against his as he rolled them onto their sides to pull her close. It wasn’t as though he needed to sleep, after all.

x

As the clock approached four, Gold tugged the knot of his tie tight around his throat, eyeing his reflection in the dresser’s mirror, his features shaded blue in the dim moonlight. In the bed behind him, Belle twitched and sighed in her sleep, rolling onto her back, and he turned slowly on the toes of his shoes to face her. The sheets had been pushed down to her waist, baring her breasts and belly, and he laid his palm on the flat of her stomach, smirking as he felt the spark of life inside her. He bent to kiss her, a brief press of his lips against her skin, giving her his protection once more. Her and the child.

Silently, he slipped from the bedroom, closing the door behind him and searching for his shoes and socks. Drawing on his coat, he fished in his wallet for a business card, a rectangle of thick cream card with his name and Maine address on. Hesitating only slightly, he wrote on the back in neat, slanting letters: Until we meet again x.

He set the card on the hall table, where she would easily see it, and after a moment’s hesitation, swirled his fingers with a muttered incantation, conjuring a rose to lay beside it, its red petals studded with dew. He shook his head ruefully at the gesture, but he suspected Miss French would appreciate it. If not his leaving in the middle of the night. 

He tugged the coat around himself. The mirror near the front door threw his reflection back at him, and he smirked to himself as he straightened his collar. Time to leave the all-too-intriguing human with her books and her tea and her dazzling smile and her gentle touch. Time to return to the relative sanity of his solitary life, free of the distractions she offered. For now, at least. It was not the end. 

He slipped out of the apartment, heading down to the street below, the cold air sharp in his lungs as he set off back to his hotel. Ducking into the alleyway that led to the bar where they had met, he felt a prickle between his shoulder blades, and paused, his fingers tightening on the cane he held.

“Well, you may as well come out and stop lurking,” he said, and a figure appeared, sliding from the shadows as it took form. The dark-haired bartender. Roni. She smirked at him, one eyebrow quirking in amusement.

“So,” she said. “You fucked her, then.”

Gold smiled as he settled the cane between his legs, fingers flexing on the handle.

“A gentleman never tells.”

“Gentleman, my ass!” she said flatly. “You tell her who you really are?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“And she believed you?”

“Probably not.”

“Hmm.”

She curled her lip, and he raised a brow.

“Are you gonna tell her?”

“What, you think I’m a traitor to my own kind?” she said levelly. “Your business is your own, just don’t do it in my neighbourhood again. I don’t have the energy to settle territorial disputes. Might blast your nuts off without thinking it through.”

“Well, thank you for the warning,” he said dryly. “I’ll be out of your hair in a few hours.”

“Good.”

“I imagine when I see her again, it’ll be on my territory,” he added.

“When you see her again?” She folded her arms, red lips curving in a grin. “You like her!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said stiffly. “It’s for the continuation of our kind, nothing more.”

“She’ll be disappointed.”

“I very much doubt that.”

“You clearly don’t know her too well.”

“Are you telling me you do?”

She shrugged, grinning at him, and he could feel his irritation rise.

“You know, you could easily contribute to our dwindling numbers yourself, instead of giving me a hard time about it,” he snapped, and Roni snorted softly.

“I don’t think so,” she said, with feeling. “Can’t really get past the whole ‘having sex with men’ part.”

“What?” he said, bewildered. 

“Oh, I like girls,” she explained.

Gold stepped forward, feeling an unexpected surge of possessiveness.

“Miss French is under my protection,” he growled, and she rolled her eyes.

“I know that, I can smell you all over her,” she snapped. “Besides, she’s not my type. I like blondes.”

He grunted, satisfied.

“Well, good luck with that.”

“Good luck to you too.”

He nodded cautiously, stepping around her and heading off.

“Be careful,” she called after him. “Humans can be unpredictable. You may find yourself making a deal you don’t understand.”

“Never happened before.”

“First time for everything,” she said. “I hear things in that bar. Get a lot of visitors from our world, and there’s always one of our kind who manages to lose out to the humans.”

“Well, it’s not gonna be me,” he said coldly.

“If you say so.”

His jaw tightened, but he walked on, feeling her eyes on his back. There was a low-level feeling of unease creeping through him, a sense that perhaps he had underestimated the balance of power, that he had made a fundamental error in his grand plan. He shook his head, dispelling the unwelcome doubts. Belle would do as he predicted, which meant that sooner or later, she would come to find him. If only for the briefest of moments, he would see her again.

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Reiji Sakamaki

Permissions

Shipping?  Yes.  Singleship per verse with limited verses.  Please note - as stated on the rules page, orientation is typically listed as what the muses think they are.  

Duplicates? Multiple ‘Yuis’?  What about character that aren’t on the dedicated castmates list?  Yes.  You can thrust Reiji at Reiji.  There’s also no issue with duplicates of canon, crossover, etc. characters that Reiji is already interacting with.  You want it, you got it.   To prevent destroying the validity of duplicate muses, I will sometimes think of things as ‘A Kanato did this’ instead of ‘Kanato did this’, which is a very subtle difference but prevents another muse from having to deal with the blame of an event they were not responsible for.  This will only be differentiated as necessary within writing.  I repeat: all duplicate muses will be treated with respect, not as ‘fakes’.  Any Sakamaki brother is a brother of his, regardless of how many Kanatos there are (for example).  We’re just going to, uh, slide past that as often as possible (and occasionally make jokes).

Multiple Reijis will be treated as though they’d somehow wandered into one’s world or the other via some enchanted, strange object or doorway in the Sakamaki household.  This allows them to interact, but prevents the concept that one is a ‘true’ Reiji over the other.  You have been warned.

Fighting?  A-Okay.  I’ve done a lot of fighting roleplay but it was in the past and I’m way more interested in the storytelling of it.  It’s better that we discuss the end result beforehand for smoother sailing, but we can improv it as well.  I do this from a storytelling perspective.

Harming? A-Okay!  Just be aware that this muse may harm or kill yours in turn!

Killing? A-Okay!  Please be aware, however, that should the need or desire to continue the verse arise, the death scene will be considered a what-if.  In addition, it is very difficult to kill this muse due to the pureblood resurrection abilities.

Can we send shippy memes / etc.? Sure, we can still explore what-ifs, drabbles and oneshot threads, but the main focus will be on the storyline here!

Can we know Yui has Cordelia’s heart, is possibly turning into a vampire, is surrounded by vampires, etc. and reference this to Reiji? On a case-by-case basis.  It should be discovered organically if it’s not something your character would be able to know already.  There’s plenty of situations where this would make sense.

Can we know about Reiji’s past before interacting?  No, not unless you have genuine reasons for it like being one of his brothers.

Can we have characters comment on the events of the timeline? Yes, if they “catch sight of”, “overhear a rumor”, “a familiar saw X”, or any other sensible reason, then characters can be aware of and comment on events.  I wholly encourage characters participate in Reiji’s life!  Please tell the story with me!

Can we rescue Yui Komori from the Sakamaki household? Unlikely.  At best, if you succeed in the first place, it’s entirely likely that they will find you, they will take Yui back, and they will kill one or both of you for this.  Or the Mukamis might take advantage of the situation!  Obviously, the exception here is the Mukamis, who are entirely expected to attempt this from time to time.

Can we reference interactions we’ve had with your Kanato, etc. to Reiji?  I mean...sure?  If you want?  I’m fine with using my muses for plot and timeline advancements for myself and those I interact with (within limits) but I’d also prefer to not be my Ayato’s Kanato and vice versa, so this would probably be limited.  You can still act like what’s happened has happened, though.

Biography / Stats

FULL NAME. Reiji Sakamaki ALIAS. Reiji-san (Yui), Tableware Otaku (Ayato), Shichisan Megane (Ayato), That “Unlikeable Person” (Laito), My Dear (Cordelia) AGE. Appears 18-19 || Actually significantly older BIRTHDAY. August 29  GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male, he/him ORIENTATION. Heterosexual SPECIES. Vampire OCCUPATION. High school student of the night school known as Ryoutei Academy. 3rd year in HDB, 1st year of the college branch if assuming time has passed. RESIDENCE. Sakamaki residence, Japan

HAIR. Dark purple/black EYES. Red BUILD. Fit HEIGHT. 6'0'' (183cm) TATTOOS. None PIERCINGS. None. ADDITIONAL MARKINGS.   Glasses. OTHER. Right-handed

ZODIAC. Virgo  ALIGNMENT. Lawful neutral  POSITIVE TRAITS.  disciplined, sophisticated, intelligent NEGATIVE TRAITS. strict, arrogant, perfectionist

BIRTH PLACE. Japan NATIONALITY. Japanese PARENTS. Karlheinz (Alive?), Beatrix (Dead) SIBLINGS. Sibling: Shuu (older).  Paternal Half-siblings: Subaru and the triplets (Ayato, Kanato, Laito) EXTENDED FAMILY. Karlheinz's other wives, Christa and Cordelia. Richter (Uncle). EDUCATION. High school (likely several times over) SPECIES. Vampire NOTABLE SKILLS. Housecleaning, cooking, household management, academic work, poison & drug creation, piano, chess LANGUAGES. Japanese, English, German  FAVORITE FOOD. Spaghetti carbonara

PUREBLOOD. Inhuman strength, increased speed, vision, hearing, and smell. Fast healing & healing saliva. TELEPORTATION. Can teleport instantaneously. FLYING. He can fly on a full moon. SWORDSMANSHIP. A OTHER. Potion, drug and poison creation.  Can heal/treat vampires. WEAKNESSES. Truly holy objects weaken him, but not by much.   DISLIKES.  Weakness, poor manners, disobedience towards the rules of the household, the cursed incantation of “Reiji, Reiji, please engage-y”

Appearance

[*Credit: Appearance section pulled directly from the Dialovers Wiki.]

Reiji is a tall, slender young man.  His hair is primarily purple-black with a lighter gradient.  It is almost an inch away from being shoulder length and it is neatly combed. Reiji’s eyes are red.  He wears rectangular glasses.

Reiji usually dresses professionally to match his cordial facade.  In HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL, he wears a grey and black vest over a white dress shirt with black pants and a black belt.  

In MORE, BLOOD, he wears a black trench coat with a white dress shirt and black pants.

In DARK FATE, Reiji grows his hair out in order to emulate his father.

His school uniform consists of the black school jacket with a buttoned red vest over a black dress shirt and red tie.  He wears it with the black uniform pants and dress shoes.

According to Cordelia, if he weren’t so stiff, Reiji would look just like Karlheinz when she first met him.  She says that even his eyes are just like Karl’s.  This was said in an effort to tease Reiji, since he admires his father and dreams of becoming like him.

Personality

The household is a reflection of the outside world and one’s ability to affect it.

Despite being the second son, Reiji manages the Sakamaki house during Karlheinz’ prolonged absence as though he is the eldest.  Reiji manages the household funds, affairs and maintains the rules and expectations within the house.  Reiji is a strict perfectionist who values rules and expectations and he demands highly of both himself and others.  

Often wearing a smile, Reiji is intelligent, reserved...and pessimistic.  The second son’s polite, refined mannerisms make the barbs in his sophisticated speech come at a surprise - unless you’re related to him.

History

CHILDHOOD. As the second son of the Sakamaki family, Beatrix raised him to be a servant for his elder brother, Shuu.  She focused her attention almost entirely on Shuu, neglecting Reiji’s ambitious nature and his achievements.  

Reiji’s desire for his mother’s approval and attention never waned.  Twisting as the desire continued to be unmet, Reiji eventually burned down an entire human village, resulting in the death of Shuu’s human friend Edgar.  Reiji did this to punish and teach Shuu a lesson while also hoping to help and impress his mother, Beatrix.  Eventually Reiji even hired a vampire hunter to kill his mother in his desire to finally be acknowledged by her.  Instead of feeling at peace with it, he was dissatisfied that his mother was happy that he had killed her.

NEAR CURRENT.  Karlheinz manipulated circumstances to keep tossing experimental sacrificial brides at his children.  None could endure the blood loss, physical and emotional torment.  The sacrificial brides were too fragile and the Sakamakis broke their toys.  

CURRENT. A single sacrificial bride is surviving and enduring: Yui Komori.  Whichever brother obtains her will become the Sakamaki heir.  Without directly entering into a “relationship” with any of the Sakamakis, she endures her stay there.

Verses

Brief summaries of the verses for Reiji along with potential links for those less familiar with Diabolik Lovers but still want to interact with him.  For the sake of keeping things clean, encouraging community-wide and cooperative storytelling in roleplay, and not letting things get too crazy, verses will be limited.  More may be made over time as needed.

Summaries:

| DL Anime | DL More Blood Anime | Haunted Dark Bridal | More Blood | (Coming Soon)

VERSE - HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL

*This verse will be typically be the default, 'main verse'. In this, it is assumed that Yui Komori is staying at the Sakamaki household with some version of the first game having taken place. If the second game is included, it's with the idea that Yui stayed with the Sakamakis. Whether Reiji or one of his brothers winds up obtaining the Sacrificial Bride, Reiji’s life continues.

Verse Details | Tag: #V; REIJI; HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL

VERSE - MORE BLOOD

If for some reason it's absolutely necessary to differentiate between the verse above and a verse where More Blood has certainly occured, but Yui did not (at least initially) stay with the Sakamakis and instead is currently living with the Mukamis or was, until recently, still living with the Mukamis.  Rivalry abounds and attempts to procure Yui are likely.

Verse Details | Tag: #V; REIJI; MORE BLOOD

VERSE - MISC.

Posts that could take place in the Sakamaki or Mukami verses but involve duplicates (whether Yui or others) in the same scene in a manner that would be hard to pass off as typical flow for those verses.  Also includes nearly ANY time fellow characters are staying at the mansion, otherwise we’d end up with verses of 20+ additional characters hanging out in the Sakamaki villa.  

Verse Details | Tag:#V; REIJI; MISC

SITUATIONAL VERSE TAGS

#V; REIJI; UNIVERSAL

Posts that can easily be assumed to have occured in either the Sakamaki or Mukami verses, typically answering asks, etc. that aren’t directly related to events unique to their timelines.

#V; REIJI; WHAT IFS & #V; REIJI; ONESHOTS

Likely reserved for one-off threads exploring a “what if”, a romantic meme that would otherwise be inappropriate, etc.  If a meme doesn’t quite fit with one of the existing timelines, it’ll get one of these.

Trivia

Collects tableware

Good at finding killers for hire apparently, you go man

He reads very well

Sensitive when he gets drunk, whatever that means

He wants to bring his mother back to torture and kill her again

Tags

THREAD / WRITING TAG: #echoes in the halls; reiji

HEADCANONS:  #hc; dialovers; reiji

IMAGES: #itt // reiji sakamaki

MUSIC:  #music; dialovers; reiji

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GENERAL.

full name.   Wahisietel nicknames.   Wahi, ‘Ali’

height. 6′10 / 208cm or 6′5 in human form age. 10,000 years give or take zodiac. Mahjarrat don’t keep track of birthdates, but this boy basically screams Virgo tbh languages. Freneskaen, common tongue, Infernal (canon verse), English, Japanese and basic ASL (modern as of right now), Romanian / Transylvanian-variety Romanian (Castlevania verse). 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.   Mahjarrat are completely hairless. Chestnut brown with patches of grey in human form eye colour. Green.  skin tone. Pale. Tanned as a human body type. Mesomorph accent.  Sounds something similar to a weak British one dominant hand. Ambidextrous but favours his right. posture. Back straight with head tilted down slightly. Tends to shift his weight to the left side and arms are usually behind his back. As a human, he tends to slouch forward slightly and keep his hands in his pockets; tired with age. scars. Broken/torn spines on his back that no longer have movement to them, bite marks around his shoulders, neck and torso. Mahjarrat teeth are designed to mess with the body’s ability to heal so they appear ragged. Long, sweeping claw marks from below his navel to the base of his genitals and multiple faded cuts on the palms of his hands and soles of his feet. His finger/toe ‘beans’ are pretty beat up tbh.  tattoos. Mahjarrat are born with natural tattoo-like body markings. Red lines going down the length of his head and branching off on his back and torso. Lines are found everywhere except genitals and palms/soles.  most noticeable features. To humans, it’s probably his size. Tall and built like a professional strongman with a near-constant ‘resting bitch face’ makes him come off as frightening. To Mahjarrat, it's usually his face. Most Mahjarrat have a sharp and angular face but his features are a bit softer than normal and it raises eyebrows sometimes; especially when his little brother is around -- the younger looking far older, and being much taller than Wahisietel.  

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.   Freneskae hometown.   Mahjarrat campsite? They didn’t have towns, just tribal camps.  birth weight / height. 20lbs 30 inches. Mahj babies are... huge.  manner of birth.   Natural first words. ‘Mah’ siblings. Sliske (half-brother, share the same mother) parents. Arzekyl  (father, deceased). His mother he refuses to name or even acknowledge tbh (deceased) parental involvement. Fathers generally don’t have much involvement so it’s the mother’s job to raise the child. Father taught him basic survival skills. Mother was a harsh and violent teacher that basically left him on his own until he was old enough to be sacrificed due to being a ‘broken / runt’ child with speech and magic delay. Only after he ‘proved’ that he was worthy of living by killing another chosen for potential sacrifice did his mother start to sort of give a shit. She was still abusive and violent, though. She wasn’t fond of either of her kids.

His father he holds no ill will against because it’s just their culture, but his mother he utterly despised. He physically dragged her to the ritual site himself, smiling as she was sent to the void. 

ADULT LIFE.

occupation. Scholar and historian. Ex-Legatus (general) in the Zarosian Empire  current residence. Nardah (canon verse), Earth (modern verse), Wallachia (Castlevania verse) close friends. Azzanadra. As of right now, no one else relationship status. Single financial status. Living paycheque to paycheque driver’s license. None. Doesn’t know how to drive criminal record.   Not technically. 

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.   Grey-asexual / demi romantic orientation. Demiromantic preferred emotional role.   submissive | dominant | switch |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed libido. Below average. He can go hundreds of years without needing release, but if you get him aroused its hard for him to shake. turn on’s.  Considering that Mahjarrat culture is really aggressive, he melts easily to soft touch. Trailing fingertips/nails feather-light down his spine or head ridges. While he doesn’t like his neck touched, breathing on it works pretty well. People trying to be dominant he finds really cute and if you’re lucky he’s willing to have a bit of a power struggle. (If you try and dominate him he’ll be disobedient as hell until you can prove yourself, so that's fun) He’s really into biting and marking but for the most part any sort of delicate contact. turn off’s. Going straight for his neck, especially if dominance/submission hasn’t been established since the neck is a sign of submission to Mahj. Degrading and ordering him around.

love language.  For the most part, he’s not keen on touching people. But if you’re the target of his affection, he’ll actually become really physical. He’ll seek out interaction and get really handsy. While to people outside of the relationship, it may seem like general friendly behaviour, but to people who are familiar with him, even something as simple as fixing a button or brushing the hair from the person’s face is a huge sign of intimacy. His embraces are warm and all-consuming and his touch will soft and gentle; Mahjarrat are strong, but he’ll touch his S/O as though they’re made of priceless material. He’ll open up to them, not bottle up his emotions around them if he feels safe enough.

Also, he’ll do silly things like pull his S/O onto his lap if they’re within arm’s reach, or he’ll just sprawl across theirs like a giant cat. He’ll get in your space like an affectionate pet.

relationship tendencies. Mahjarrat do not fall in love easily. Their culture is all about not trusting others, so feelings of affection are strange and foreign to them.  They choose mates based on genetics, not aesthetics. Fighting over strong mates to bear strong offspring, feelings aren't involved. The stronger the individual, the higher the chance a Mahjarrat will want you. While he does experience attraction, he doesn’t quite understand what it is he’s feeling. It’s like ‘when I’m around you I get a weird feeling in my gut and I don’t like it. But when you’re not here there’s an emptiness and I think I’d rather deal with the uncomfortable weight. I hate it but please don’t leave me.’ If he has a type, he’s unaware of it. Though he does seem to find comfort in people who have similar experiences. 

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. Going to War - Pagan Fury. (for some reason I get really strong Wahi vibes from this tbh) hobbies to pass the time. Reading, book-binding, ‘cooking’ (more like burning), people watching mental illnesses/disorders. None that he’s aware of. He does experience some signs of possibly PTSD, but he doesn’t have a formal diagnosis and good luck getting him to sit down and talk about it with someone. Had some developmental delay but that was never looked into either. Freneskae wasn’t exactly a great place for health and development. physical illnesses. None that he’s aware of.  left or right brained. Left fears. Being seen as useless/running out of his use, thunder self confidence level. Surprisingly low. He’s good at faking it, but his fear of being seen as useless overworks and stresses him.  vulnerabilities.  As mentioned above, his fear of being seen as useless is a huge source of his stress. Implying that his use has run out is quick to break him because he feels as though his very life is in danger. His need to prove himself will make him overwork to the point where his own health and energy suffers. A stressed and worried Wahi is a mistake-prone Wahi, which leads to more stress and it’s a constant cycle. It’s one of the few times you’ll ever see him actually break down. 

tagged by: I stole it. Tagging: @fiulnoapte @timidplum and whoever hasn’t done it

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X-Men Fic Recs

X-Men fandom is mildly to moderately cursed but here’s some good fic. Mostly movie-verse, mostly Charles/Erik because of like, who I am as a person. My favorites are marked with an asterisk. I’ve tried to add warnings for untagged stuff that might be upsetting, but I make no guarantees. (Also reccing a fic is not an endorsement of the author.) 

Updated 11/25/18, new additions are bolded. 

Under the cut because it sure has gotten that long!

Canon Compliant [Through The Last Stand or XM:A]

*The Building of the House by kvikindi (Peter & Erik): A take on Peter and Erik’s relationship while they rebuild the mansion post-Apocalypse. If you read one fic from this fandom, it should be this one. It’s absurd and exuberant the way any Peter fic should be, but it’s also delicate and and deeply engaged with the intergenerational trauma sunken into the bones of this family. Just, god. Probably the best cultural trauma fic for any fandom I’ve ever read. (Reading on mobile is highly recommended because of formatting.) 

*Tehillim by kvikindi (Erik-centric): Post-Apocalypse. Erik wanders around Haifa in a dissociative state, thinks on his past, and calls Charles. Sequel to The Building of the House, though it can stand alone. Luminous and beautiful and every word painful to the touch. 

the sea, the sea, by disenchanted (Charles/Erik): If you know disenchanted’s other work, you’ll know this is lovely--a dizzyingly romantic portrait of their love during First Class, even as they feel the edges of it falling apart

To Breathe Again (Impossibilities Remix) by Unforgotten (Charles/Erik): Erik returning as the world collapses in the wake of The Last Stand. I’m just a sucker for longing!!

nuclear winter by honey_wheeler (Charles/Erik): Erik watches Charles get a lapdance on the eve of Cuba and it is stunningly sad, clicking home with all inevitability. 

*Fear the Rest by Penknife (Charles/Erik, O5 ensemble): The decades leading up to being who they are in X1. Really, really strong sense of politics and place in time. Excellent, complex Erik interactions with the students. Additional warnings for serophobia. 

Anthem for Doomed Youth by Fahye (Mystique & Charles): Mystique before and during the events of First Class. Good relationship work and exploration of how their powers have shaped them. 

Canon Divergence 

*Fathers and Sons by M_Leigh (Peter & Erik): Post-DOFP, Erik realizes Peter is his kid and comes by the mansion to tell him, it goes about as well as you’d think. Line for line probably the funniest fic in this fandom, and has an vicious view of Charles that is my favorite. 

*Synthesis (Scenes from an AU) by Starlady (Charles/Erik): Snapshots from a universe where Erik came back after Cuba to help run the school. Unlike most of this kind of fic though, everyone is still political and contentious and awful as they need to be. Also, has an extremely good Jean Grey. 

the end of the world (just not ours) [INCOMPLETE] by hiyashi (Erik-centric): Where Erik does a lot of drugs instead of embracing his rage. I cannot explain in the least why I’m so into this characterization of Erik in this unfinished crackfic, but I super am.

Third Law of Motion by arcapelago: Magneto lives at the school but the students are determined to keep him away from Charles. This one is just really funny, idk. 

tel aviv series by mnabakov (Charles/Erik): AU where they met on a beach in Israel after all. Very atmospheric, languid fics. Warnings for untagged Holocaust mentions and internalized homophobia stuff. 

The Way Things Break by GrayJay (Alex and Scott): God I love good sibling fic. This is an attempt to reconcile Summers family comics backstory with the Alex of the XMCU and it comes out really well. Everyone feels extremely dimensional in their trauma, and this Scott is a darling. 

defined by my logic by lloydsglasses (Jean-centric): Sketches from the life of trans girl Jean Grey. Very sweet. 

sparkle and fade by sabinelagrande (Charles/Erik): Phew. One where Erik stays after Cuba but they fall apart anyway. Pretty much unmitigated tragedy. 

Complete AUs

*Limited Release by rageprufrock (Charles/Erik, Alex, First Class Ensemble): Modern still-powered AU where Erik and Raven are FBI agents, Charles is a controversial professor, and Alex is on parole because his brother has been kidnapped by Shaw. Exceedingly well-constructed and well-plotted. Everything is fraught and also hilarious. 

Knowledge Management by phalangine (Charles/Erik): A still-powered modern AU where Erik is a scary librarian and Charles is an amused patron, though it quickly extends much broader than that. Languid and complicated, with especially good Charles characterization. Most importantly, it’s got that good good disability content. 

*”Lessons” ‘Verse by Red (Charles/Erik): Still-powered modern AU where Charles and Erik are both super traumatized and little shits and they have Issues while they do a bunch of kinky shit. One of the rare extremely good portrayals of disabled Charles. 

If You Liked the Book, You’ll Hate the Movie by paperclipbitch (First Class ensemble): Nonpowered high school AU. Irritating that it doesn’t have disabled Charles because otherwise the characterization is great. Raven Had A Weird Childhood and has a drunk brother. Erik is a guidance counselor who has definitely killed a man. Everyone is the worst. 

Shovel Talks and Other Hazards by Unforgotten (Charles/Erik): I can’t believe this ship has 12k fics on AO3 but there’s only one good fake dating fic and this is it!! Erik is Charles’ hot neighbor that he asks to be his pretend date for Raven’s wedding, you know how it goes. Warning for an untagged CSA mention. 

*i guess i should say thanks or some shit by orphan_account (Charles/Erik): The world’s best characterization of college AU-ish Cherik: drunk, depressed douchebags with questionable morals. In Amsterdam. 

New Beautiful Things Come by raven (Charles/Erik, First Class ensemble): Modern still-powered AU where Charles is a professor and Erik runs a kosher bakery and they have a contentious romance. Notable for being one of the few AUs where it feels like queerness and mutantdom have real political weight, even if that’s not the focus. 

*Six Lessons in Living in Sin by Penknife (Charles/Erik): Canon era-ish AU where they move in together and it’s difficult. Quiet, atmospheric, sad with a deep love between them. Warnings for Holocaust mentions. 

Condonare by etirabys (Charles/Erik/Hannibal Lecter): Uh well it’s a fic where young Nazi hunters Erik and Hannibal shack up with uni student Charles. *buries face in hands* It’s really good. Warnings for violence and internalized homphobia. 

after all the breath and dirt by magneticwave (Charles/Erik, First Class Ensemble): Both dynamically fun and deeply sad characterization, all in an Inception AU where Erik haunts Charles. Nondisabled Charles. 

Non-Movie

*Scott’s Life is Hard series by yellow_caballero (X-kids ensemble; Scott; Kitty, Peter; Emma): Sometimes a family is like thirty mutant youth wannabe superheroes, all screaming, in one mansion. Also Magneto is there. Based in part on Evolution, the high school AU cartoon, but is still highly enjoyable without knowledge of that canon. Ditto for the New Mutants/X-Force stuff. The third fic in this series has an exceptional Emma Frost voice. 

Camp Xavier by captainpeggy (Kitty, Bobby, gigantic-ass ensemble): Charles and Erik run rival mutant summer camps and Kitty is going to make this her year. 

*That Would Be Enough by Wish_I_Had_A_Tail (Kitty & Erik): Modern AU where Kitty spends Passover with Magneto. Kitty just feels like SUCH a clever, overthinky teen and I love this relationship. 

That Which We Are by GrayJay (Scott-Centric): Deeply sad comics-compliant trans Scott Summers. Really really good fucked up medical stuff. (Also read all of GrayJay’s Scott fic. It’s that good.) 

Five Times Someone Questioned the Brilliance and Resolve of the Writer, Director, and Producer of the Annual Theatrical Production of the Xavier School for Gifted Individuals bystoriesfortravellers (Jean, X-kids ensemble): Tiny crackfic about iron fisted theater director Jean. There’s a line in there that absolutely murders me. 

The World Outside Was Hungry by tzigane, Zaganthi (Caffiends) (Charles/Erik): Still-powered comics AU where they meet at Columbia as students and slowly build a life together. This Erik’s sense of the world feels so appropriately odd and lovely. Warnings for Holocaust imagery and homophobia. 

Five Sleeping Arrangements by seriousfic (Scott/Emma/Jean): Scott and Jean drag Emma into having a semi-functional relationship. Everyone is a terrible delight, particularly Emma. 

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Sheith Fic Rec

I figured that I wanted to contribute to the fandom in some way and I read a lot of fics, so why not make a rec list? I included the summary for each fic, plus some commentary from me in italics. I hope the authors don’t mind that I linked them, at least the ones I know of. Thank you so much for contributing to this wonderful ship, it wouldn’t be as great as it is now without you. Feel free to talk to me about sheith anytime, I’d love to make more friends.

One-Shots (Canon-verse)

the whole town’s sleeping by astrainclinant (T) 18k 

Of inevitability and stars.

Alternatively, how Keith and Shiro come together.

Basically what I’d consider a classic Sheith fic, and a must read for any Sheith fan. I will never have the words to describe how I feel when I read this.

the fear of falling by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (G) 4k

Keith can pull off a downward spiral. It's the kind of maneuver he does in his sleep.

Keith character study, with implied Sheith. Different attempt at Keith’s backstory.

 ‘til you set fire to my atmosphere by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (T) 2k 

And it’s like the first punch Keith ever landed on him: quick and glancing, right at the ribs, out of left field and yet simultaneously a long time coming.

Pining Shiro, because Pining Shiro is everything.

the body remembers (what the mind forgets) by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (E) 10k

Shiro’s fingers slide up to touch his skin, warm points of contact that make Keith shiver. “It’s just a year," Shiro reassures him quietly, "I’ll be back before you know it. It’ll be like the time you were studying to come here.”

His lips twitch up, trying to be supportive but it’s hard. Keith knows its the right thing to do, to be happy for Shiro. But it's hard when he's imagining a space without Shiro in it. Loneliness is already creeping up his torso, curling around his heart and lungs and choking the happy pride he feels for Shiro.

He already misses Shiro so terribly.

--

tldr: Keith and Shiro were together pre-canon but then Shiro went on his mission and came back with no memories of his time with Keith. How does one even begin to deal with the love of your life forgetting you?

That Shiro forgetting Keith and their relationship AU we all need. The feelings in this were A+.

Days Like Masquerades by lordzuuko/ @lordzuuko (G) 1.8k

Lance didn't believe the rumours about Shiro and Keith back then at The Galaxy Garrison, but suddenly, he was beginning to doubt himself.

Sheith through Lance's eyes.

Outsider POV of relationships is my favourite, especially the subtle realization that always happens later in the story.

the normality that is water being wet and eating pink alien goop gives you stomach cramps by heihua (G) 1.2k

There isn't anything special about today.

Until everyone hears Shiro calling Keith "honey" and suddenly, the whole world's in an uproar.

(And yet, at the same time, nothing's changed.) 

I really love how completely normal everyone is?

The universe is such a lonely place (without you) by anditwasstinky (thewicked) (T) 3.8k

Keith comes out, and Lance decides it’s time to step up as a wingman.

I love how disastrous this was, and the aftermath.

Too Much, Gone Too Fast by purpleweekend/ @blushweddingowns (E) 19k

The entire length of Keith and Shiro’s relationship before Kerberos. Alternative, how many sex scenes " can I fit in 19k words.

An interesting take on how their relationship develops.

Believe Me, For a Little While by unalignedant (T) 8.3k

Keith wakes up because a giant dog is licking his face. 

Sheith fics with lots of team interactions are so pure.

talk your shadow into starlight by idrilka/ @idrilka (T) 6k

Above him, the stars are still distant and cold, a tangible proof of the indifference of the universe. Beside him, Shiro is just out of arm’s reach, radiating warmth.

(Or: five times Shiro and Keith looked at the stars, and one time they did more than that.)

Sheith + stars will never go wrong for me. Ever.

Victorious by themorninglark/ @themorninglark (T) 3.2k

"When you come back - " says Keith, again, and then he can't finish the sentence for the enormity of it, so he stops short. Leaves it hanging like a promise, waiting to be fulfilled, and settles for reaching out to rest his hand on Shiro's shoulder instead. Lets the contact linger for as long as he can, etched like life lines and heart lines into his palm.

Shiro nods. He doesn't break promises.

Neither does Keith.

Keith backstory + Sheith. It’s all good.

Coherence by commodorecliche (x_carnivale_x)/ @commodorecliche

Close your eyes

Let me touch you now

Let me give you something

That is real

It's been a while now, and they haven't really talked, at least not about anything important. They haven't talked about Shiro's disappearance, or what happened to him during captivity, and they certainly haven't talked about what they were before the Kerberos mission and how things have changed. But nothing can stay bottled up forever. During a late night combat training session, Shiro and Keith find themselves in a position to talk, to reconcile, to come to terms with all the things they endured and all the things they lost.

Sheith talking to each other and just communicating is really great.

our stories of the gentle fall by idrilka/ @idrilka (M) 18.6k

The Galra prison cell sees no light.

(Or: Shiro and Keith get captured. Shiro tries to hold on and keep Keith alive at all cost.)

Shiro trying to protect Keith is what I live for. 

Unintentionally by Ottermouse (G) 3.2k

In which Keith is an oblivious idiot.

Basically what it states in the summary. 

but now you’re here (and I don’t feel a thing) by Utsukushin (UserFromPluto) (Unrated) 9k

When they reached the red paladin, Hunk was the first to react, dropping to the floor and pulling the battered, sobbing boy into his arms.

“Keith? Keith, it’s alright. Take it easy, buddy,” he soothed, but the heartbreaking cries only continued. 

The team supports Keith, it’s really heartwarming.

good grief by billionairevolleyboysclub (M) 3k

Shiro brings it up when he's got Keith pinned to the training mat, arm twisted behind his back and body pressed up along the line of his back.

"Are you going to winter formal next week?"

---

A quick fic on Garrison prom, drinking, and bad communication skills. Not necessarily in that order.

Basically a Garrison prom fic, and about what you’d expect honestly.

we were shotgun lovers by cherryvanilla (E) 8.9k

Keith knows the deal. A lot of people his age who leave the system end up back in even at 18, 19, 20 just because they can't adjust. He doesn't want to be another statistic. His literal one bag was packed and ready to go day of his birthday.

 I have literally never seen any Sheith fic like this before, you really should try it out. 

forget about this map by the hyacinth girl (arguendo) (E) 13.4k

In which everyone has a crush on Space Dad, and some handle it better than others.

Yay for team bonding and some Sheith backstory. 

the interior of a heart by billionairevolleyboysclub (M) 8.3k

He hears Shiro's voice through his earpiece frantically ordering him to -stay close Keith try to stay as close as you can- before the wormhole's gravity pushes upon his chest and makes his vision swim. His mind slowly goes blank as his body slumps forward.

And Keith dreams. Keith remembers.

---

Everything needs a creation story. 

Keith backstory just because?

I’ve Got Your Grasping Hand by dimplelegacy (M) 5.9k

"I'm sorry," Shiro's words are the only warning he gets before arms are wrapped around his body, almost hosting him up in their strength. Keith lets out an embarrassing loud gasp. "I can't," Shiro says.

"What-" Keith blinks. "Stop-"

"I can't. I'm sorry, I can't," Shiro says those words to him again and again, sounding so much like a broken robot that it scares Keith. He barely manages to touch Shiro's biceps, so crushing is the power that Shiro's holding him with.

-

Five meaningful times when Shiro apologized to Keith and one time when Keith knew he didn't really mean it.

Sheith 5+1.

for what binds us by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (T) 7.1k

This is who you are, Lupa had told him during his first medal ceremony, nose nudging the fist clenched at his side. Own it. Let them stare.

And people do. It’s impossible not to stare at Lupa, with the proud tilt of her head, that fierce canine intelligence and the way her black fur catches the light. Shiro’s loved her all his life, and the day she settled was one of his happiest moments.

He just wishes that it didn’t always feel like when people look at him, they’re seeing only his daemon.

Daemon AU, characterisation is really well done and the daemons so fitting.

A River of Light Between by coyotesuspect (M) 14.3k

After crash landing on an unfamiliar planet, Keith and Shiro venture out to collect needed supplies for the castle. When they meet the local inhabitants, some confusion results.

Fake relationship AU in canon? Sign me up.

At the Beginning by locketofyourhair (E) 13.2k

It’s the first thing parents are supposed to teach their children: that the words mean nothing, that the marks don’t mean there is a match for you. The universe is cruel and cold, and plenty of people never meet the one whose writing is emblazoned on their skin.

Keith doesn't believe in soulmates, no matter what his skin says.

A soulmate AU where the words on your skin aren't always the first words you hear from your soulmate. Sometimes it takes time.

Sheith soulmate AU with mutual pining and misunderstandings.

Baby, You’ve Got Stars In Your Eyes by BlueRoboKitty (T) 4k

Keith has a crush and finds the most unlikely inspiration to finally express his feelings.

Someone stop him.

Did someone ask for Sheith and cheesy pick-up lines?

hope is currency and death is not the last unknown by chii (T) 10.5k

Seven pieces of mail Shiro's parents send Keith and one he sends back.

This is both heartwarming and completely heartbreaking to read.

transgalactic, 1:30 AM by themorninglark/ @themorninglark (G) 3.4k

"Replay transmission," Shiro murmurs.

By the dim light of an Arusian constellation, one that's shaped like a different kind of scar, he hears him.

"Hey, Shiro? Does this thing work?" In which Keith goes, and Shiro waits, for a change.

Quiet introspection and feelings.

One-shots (AU)

Like Crystal Guts by Glossolalia/ @fenri (E) 14.3k

Keith uses an app in order to find sugar daddies, but when one of his patrons sticks out, he finds himself negotiating with the idea that 'falling in love isn't always selling out.'

Hoe Keith au, AKA I wanted to read about sugar daddies and got hit by feelings instead.

region of the summer stars by astrainclinant (M) 32k

Shiro's life revolves around his job and his team and occasionally dealing with his trauma. The young man who was dumped onto his doorstep is a new development.

One of the earliest long Sheith fics, and AU at that. The slow development is wonderful and everything seems to flow naturally.

To Be By His Side by starticker (T) 19.2k

Prince Takashi of Shirogane must marry to inherit the throne, and his spouse must be determined by eligible candidates competing in a series of competitions known as the Royal Games. Complications arise when Shiro's bodyguard, Keith, goes missing weeks before the Games begin, and then again when a mysterious suitor shows up to compete. What has happened to Keith? And who is the Red Knight, the challenger who seems determined not just to win Shiro’s hand but also his heart?

Prince Shiro and Bodyguard Keith, with a twist.

Complete Multi-chapter (Canon-verse)

117-9875 by Glossolalia/ @fenri (M) 45k, 10/10

The issue with loving a hero is that the hero will never love you more than his cause.

Keith is not the hero, and time and time again, he must remind himself that Shiro is.

In the mood to get your heart broken? Well then my friend this is just the fic for you! I still cry thinking about this fic, but it was definitely worth the read.

nothing can breathe in space by idrilka/ @idrilka (E) 40k, 4/4

The truth is: what Keith wants or doesn’t want won’t bring Shiro back.

The truth is: nothing can breathe in space.

(Or: the story of how Keith and Shiro come together, come apart, and come together again.) 

One of my all time favourite Sheith fics, the progression of their relationship is lovely to see, and the slow burn just killed me.

Pressure Suit by CheshireCity (E) 116k, 21/21

Keith and Shiro don't have time to be stranded on a foreign planet, not with their friends scattered to unknown places and Zarkon dogging their every move. They especially don't have time to deal with the shared past they Do Not Talk About or the complicated feelings stretching between them. Even more so with the Galra closing in on them, Shiro's PTSD resurging when it's least convenient, and Keith's increased introversion and social withdrawal. But forced together by circumstance the two paladins soon find that they are less alone than they seem and come upon a surprising discovery.

It’s pretty long, but it has a great plot, believable character dynamics for Keith and Shiro, and even the entire team once they come in, with an interesting plot.

Burning Skies by Ithiel_Dragon (M) 34k, 14/14

Keith and Shiro find themselves stranded on a dangerous and desolate world with little hope of survival. Against all odds, Keith must find a way to contact their team mates so they can be rescued, before the injuries Shiro sustained in the fight with Haggar kill him.

Post-S1 finale fic plus Sheith backstory. 

Long way forward by queerly_it_is (E) 34k, 3/3

When they drop out of the hurtling nightmare of the wormhole, everything blends into nausea and the scream of alarms, the stars smearing into concentric loops outside their Lions.

Keith grits his teeth, hauling helplessly at controls that were already damaged even before they got thrown out of the hangar, across the universe and back into space again. Arms and shoulders straining, muttering constantly under his breath, he tries to get any real response from his Lion, but the connection’s been reduced to just a faint wavering spark, like a candle about to go out.

Finally Shiro brings his own Lion around and physically stops Keith’s uncontrolled spin. His voice sputters in over the com. “This is no good. We’re gonna have to find someplace to set down.”

 Honestly everything I wanted from a post-s1 fic. The slow burn was done really well.

my right-hand man by felldragons (M) 17k, 2/2

Always, always, Shiro found himself plagued by the sensation that he had forgotten— something. Something.

How cruel it was, to know that you do not know.

In which Shiro remembers too late, Keith never forgets in the first place, and a promise is kept at the very last moment, when it barely even matters anymore.

Warning: Major Character Death. I know that kind of warning scares everyone, it scared me too, but I promise, this fic really is worth it, even after all the crying you’ll probably do.

In Reverse by riverbanks (T) 12.7k, 7/7

This is where the night pulls you in

Nothing like old times, when we were friends

And this, this is where the water calls

And severance sings me out again

-

Or: There’s a pool in the castle.

The slow progression is wonderful and the pace fits really well.

Redshift by fuhllmetal (T) 12.1k 7/7

alternative title: five times shiro said he was fine and one time he admitted he wasn't 

Team fics with accompanying sheith are also great.

Call My Name by Mythril (fantacination) (T) 19k, 7/7

Shiro wants to get to know a certain new pilot. Keith wants nothing to do with this.

That's fine. Shiro always liked a challenge.

Features: Tsun!Keith, Charmed!Shiro and BestWingman!Matt

Garrison Sheith is always great, and the addition of Matt makes is interesting.

Emissions by illicio (E) 20k, 8/8

"How long were you alone?"

"Eh. On and off."

"Exluding supply runs."

Dubious silence.

"Not helping," said Shiro.

‡‡‡‡‡

See also: a lot about Shiro and Keith and not much in the way of everyone else, although they are and will continue to be mentioned. Mostly Lance. Lance is mentioned a lot. (Because I think his relationship with Keith is particularly important even if I'm not focusing on it.) Summary subject to occasional change.

Lots of focus on Shiro and Keith’s relationship, pre- and post-kerberos.

Complete Multi-chapter (AU)

Under His Care by BoxWineConfessions (M) 53k, 13/13

Keith is living his childhood dream of co-owning the city's most famous motorcycle customization and repair shop. He spends a lot of time with Lance, Hunk, and his best girl Peaches (A 1972 Yamaha DS7). Life is pretty decent, even when he makes the mistake of answering the phone and Lance's mom is on the line chiding him about something he's pretty sure Lance is responsible for anyway.

Until the accident.

Apparently having a stupidly hot physical therapist is a pretty good pain killer.

Biker Keith is always good. Well actually mechanic Keith, but it still counts. The progression of the story feels pretty natural.

though the stars walk backward by dawnstruck/ @dawnstruck (M) 22.5k, 11/11

When Shiro is captured by the Galra, he loses his team, his arm, and his freedom.

The one thing he gains is Keith.

AU where they meet after Shiro is taken prisoner, +galra!Keith. The build up is really good and you really feel for the characters.

The Legend of the Sun and Moon by TruebornAlpha/ @itdans & @runicscribbles (E) 165k, 25/25

Since ancient times, the Sun and Moon have been tasked with guarding the Heavens, but a bitter betrayal fractured their delicate balance and destroyed the peace between the two kingdoms forever. Centuries later, a new power has arisen, threatening the very sanctity of Heaven. Priest-Prince Shiro of the Moon Kingdom has trained his entire life to fight the supernatural creatures that stalk his people, but he was never prepared for war. Captured, humiliated, and chained, his only hope lies with Lieutenant Keith Kogane, the handsome but deadly enemy soldier of the Sun Kingdom.

An epic sprawling adventure with monsters, dragons, and the fate of the world that balances on the hearts of two literal star-crossed lovers.

Long, epic worldbuilding. Fantastic characters and development. What more could you wish for?

Frostbite by TruebornAlpha/ @itdans & @runicscribbles (T) 40k, 8/8

Far away in a land of eternal winter, the Snow Prince Keith ruled over his frozen lands with cruelty and magic. Only a brave hunter named Shiro can find a way to save the cold, heartless prince. Or destroy him.

A Sheith Snow Queen Fairytale.

Sheith Snow Queen AU, with the added benefit of Prince Keith.

On-going Multi-chapter (Canon-verse)

Find Me In The Shadows by Wenzel/ @the-wenzel (M) Currently 135k, 24/?

With the other Paladins lost to the wormhole and the Castle of Lions out of contact, Keith struggles to survive on a dying Lion. But his rescuer isn’t Shiro or Allura or even Lance: it’s the Galra, and Zarkon has plans for his new find.

Shiro/Keith and Keith/Zarkon

Okay, this isn’t really Sheith yet… But it’s still an amazing read, the world-building is phenomenal, and the characters are very distinct and you’ll learn to love them more as you read…

Flight Patterns of the Lonely by Rambutans (M) Currently 15.5k, 4/?

Keith and Shiro find each other and lose each other and find each other again.

Or: Keith grew up alone in a shack in the desert until the day Shiro found him trying to do flip tricks on a hoverbike against the rock wall of a cliff.

Or: The first time Shiro met Keith, Keith broke his nose. The second time Shiro met Keith, Keith broke something else. 

Everything about this was just pure gold. Especially Keith.

cut yourself on my edges by kitnaks (M) Currently 6.7k, 2/?

"Remember," Hunk says, "the safeword is Sporks."

Or: The singular instance in which a political mission ends with Keith in a dress and Shiro in distress.

 Actually really interesting, the summary does not do it justice.

The Body Burns Away by Carrionflower (T) Currently 2.5k, 1/?

His arm was gone, replaced by inorganic machinery that clicked and whirred, but the physical memory of its loss remained burned into his nervous system. It translated as a haunting pain that spiked and ebbed but never fully receded, always constant like a needle digging into his brain.

Shiro's coming apart at the seams and Keith is the only one that can see it happening. 

So this begins with a really good start, with interesting Shiro and Keith dynamics.

when the levee breaks by fuhllmetal (T) 24.2k, 6/16

The Galra have finally discovered Earth's location. They're on a course for the Paladins' home planet, and with only a matter of months left before Zarkon finishes mobilizing his forces for a full scale invasion, Voltron has to step up to the plate and address Earth directly.

So, clearly, Pidge is going to hack the Garrison's YouTube page and livestream a very important message for the human race.

It’s actually Shiro/Keith pre-slash, but it’s plot is enough to make up for it in my opinion.

Escape Hatch by Glossolalia/ @fenri (T) 4.3k, 1/2

 "You could go on the Kerberos Mission with me," Shiro tried again, knowing he was napping on a guillotine by mentioning the mission. "The only reason you're not my co-pilot is because of your interpersonal communication skills. Learn how to deal with me, and you'll graduate early on top of being a part of the greatest space exploration known to mankind."

Just everything in this. I can’t even find the words to explain.

The Human Touch by inkfishie/ @inkfishie (T) 36k, 7/?

Sometimes a problem isn't really a problem. Sometimes a mountain is really just a mole-hill in disguise. And sometimes, Keith gets everything so spectacularly wrong that when it goes right he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Angsty Soulmate AU with a happy ending, I promise :)

The Sheith soulmate au you never knew you wanted. Lots of platonic paladin bonding too.

The Farthest Moon by EyesHalfFamiliar (T) 11k, 3/?

Shiro was the Garrison's golden boy, but not necessarily their best pilot. That title went to Keith, and when the time came to select someone for the upcoming Kerberos Mission, the talented young firebrand was chosen in Shiro's place.

But then, of course, "pilot error" happened...

This story is an exploration of what could have been if Keith had been taken by the Galra in place of Shiro. Featuring Shiro in love, Keith not realizing he's in love, and me trying to meet my angst quota for the year.

Fate-swap fic where Keith goes to Kerberos instead.

Ongoing Multi-chapter (AU) 

hey, hey, my playmate by felldragons (E) Currently 89k, 5/?

Captive Prince meets Sci-Fi meets Omegaverse. (more info on story & tags inside) Keith is the Prince of the Galra. Shiro, the Black Paladin, suffers egregious betrayal from those closest to him, and is sent to be the Prince's Champion. They hate each other, as enemies are wont to do. Until they don't.

There's a universe that needs saving, and if Keith and Shiro are ever going to succeed, then they must save it together. "So what you're saying," drawled Lotor, in the lazy lilt of a man half-drunk, "is that you want the Champion to get a leg over Keith, and breed him."

"Yes. That is precisely what I want." Zarkon replied, after a long, deliberate pause. "My nephew's twenty-first birthday approaches, but I will not allow him to inherit this empire. Not now. Not ever. It is mine, rightfully mine, and no bitchy little omega is going to strip me of my power."

As the description says, it’s basically a sci-fi omegaverse captive prince au. My descriptions really can’t do it justice, but the character interactions in this fic are what I live for. 

maybe we’ll find a brand new ending by CarbonFootprint (M) Currently 96k, 13/?

"There was a new light of shock and relief in the hybrid’s eyes, bringing out the subtle violet of his gaze in the low light. Shiro could see then that under the fear on his face and the unkempt state his owner had left him in, the boy was someone who could be considered beautiful.

And Shiro certainly regarded him as that even with pain brewing in his eyes.

He didn’t understand how someone could take and hurt and desecrate a creature that was created from humans to love humans. The only thing companions inherently wanted was to love their masters and receive love in return. The pain bad owners caused was despicable and Shiro hated it, but he would do whatever he could to try and fix it."

In which Shiro is an officer for the protection of human-animal hybrids, and rescuing Keith ends up healing the both of them more than he had originally thought.

Cat!Keith with Shiro, who wouldn’t wanna see this? Seriously, it’s really cute, but still has a lot of character stuff and slow burn.

Temporary Fix by lordzuuko/ @lordzuuko (T) Currently 33k, 6/?

Shiro asked his flatmate, Keith, to go with him and pretend to be his date on his best friend's wedding.

It was a two week long event and Keith had no idea why he even said "yes."

Fake Dating AU because someone's got to do it.

The fake dating AU we all needed.

Alien Sex Fiend by Glossolalia/ @fenri (M) Currently 55k, 8/?

It started at a drive-in in the 1980s.

No, this isn’t the story about the immaculate conception that happens in the backseats of high school boys’ cars, nor is it the origin story for a New Wave-fueled cocaine addiction. Those two things would be interesting. Unfortunately, this is a love story; a love story about the frontman of Quantum Queef, a punk band, and a boy who drives a red motorcycle.

Also, they fight aliens.

Just read it. You won’t regret it. Probably.

Spit & Out by Glossolalia/ @fenri (E) Currently 25.5k, 4/6

Shiro is the head spy at the Garrison, and while on the same team, Keith feels more like a bed warmer than a colleague.

It’s really interesting to see how everything happens.

Series (Canon-verse)

this corner of the universe by amillionsmiles/ @amillionsmiles (T) Total 2.7k, 2 fics 

pre-canon Shiro&Keith ficlets, in which they are a Secret Thing at the Garrison and nobody can tell me otherwise

It is really, really good. It’s Sheith at the Garrison and basically everything I could have hoped for. 

Constant Satellite by inkfishie (M & E) Total 44.3k, 3 fics

An earlier alternate take on Shiro and Keith’s relationship and how they knew each other. The characters feel real to me in this one, they’re like actual people.

Crashing Down by snofeey (G) Total 57k, 3 fics

 An exploration of Shiro and Keith’s relationship before and after Kerberos, it conveys the emotions very well.

The Road Not Taken by TrueBornAlpha/ @itdans & @runicscribbles (T & G & E) Total 31.9k, 6 fics

Shiro left for the Kerberos mission without ever telling Keith how he felt and he never came back. By the time they found each other again, Shiro was broken and scarred, a different person. But what if they had a chance to do it all over again?

A story where Shiro and Keith get a second chance to correct all their past mistakes to create their perfect life together. But a perfect life isn’t always what it seems.

Explores Keith and Shiro’s relationship if that one thing hadn’t happened.

orbiting Pluto by kuill (T) Total 35k, 2 fics

Shiro and Keith’s relationship pre-Voltron is explored and established in this fic. I think it really grows on you? 

Space Shenanigans and Other Misunderstandings by chocolatemoosey (E & T) Total 25.4k, 2 fics

Misunderstandings as a plot point is actually kind of amusing, who knew?

Across, Around, and Upside Down by mumblefox (T) Total 50k, 5 fics

I love Shiro and Keith having an equal relationship and helping each other grow as people.

Series (AU)

dumbstruck by awkwardspaceturtle (CastelloFlare)/ @eruriholic (G & T) Total 9.2k, 3 fics

A Sheith College AU in which the usually levelheaded, charismatic, and headstrong Shiro falls for the first time - and he falls HARD - for a brooding freshman named Keith.

So much pining, especially Shiro. It’s just so adorable.

PWP 

raise me to your lips by eunzos (E) 2.7k

He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better.

Hahahaha, I’m just gonna leave this here. It’s Kuro/Keith, but whatever you’re thinking, it’s better than that.

The Direct Approach by Lys ap Adin (lysapadin) (E) 3.1k

Keith and Shiro play chicken. Sex chicken. Everybody wins.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

Shiro has an excellent poker face; it doesn't even flicker when he says, "Demonstrating the male version of the human reproductive system. Why are you doing it on my lap?"

Why not? It’s really good anyway.

Eight King Mattresses by Glossolalia/ @fenri (E) 4k

Before the Kerberos Mission, Keith and Shiro might've had a wholesome sex life. 

Garrison Sheith smut. Enough said. 

Letting Off Steam by Ithiel_Dragon (E) Total 8.6k, 2 fics

A series of one-shots for when I feel like writing porn. A little bit of angst (and plot) might creep in, but probably not much. These stories are unrelated to my other Voltron Series. 

Ok, it might be smut, but you’ll still find the characters you know and love there, which is what really sold it for me.

Moondust by Lycoria/ @lycoria (E) Total 9.2k, 2 fics

It’s very, very good smut, with bits of plot. Just enjoy really.

i’m lost in faith (how true it is) by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (E) 2.5k

If he could, he’d like to stay in this maddening moment for the rest of time. Let the whole universe be contained to this room. Keith as the sun and Kuro and himself as his orbiting stars. Content to stay there until the sun died out or the universe faded out of existence.

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A super self indulgent shiro/keith/kuro threesome smut piece.

Like it said, Shiro/Keith/Kuro, but really tender regardless.

nostalgic (for those golden days) by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (E) 3.5k

Uncurling his hands from under his head, Keith shifts until he’s on the edge of his Lion’s nose. Shiro stands a couple of feet away from Red, tall grass swaying around his hips. He's smiling up at Keith as he asks, “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure,” Keith nods, gently patting Red’s nose before directing his next words at the Lion he'd seated on. “Could you put your head down on the ground so that Shiro can come up?”

 A deep rumble echos through the Lion before it begins to shift.

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the most tldr summary of this would be (as Aida put it) "what about sex ON a lion after romantic star gazing"

I honestly didn’t know I wanted this until now. Do yourself a favour and read it.

supernova by kinpika (E) 5.4k

Shiro holds him, tender and close. This was everything he'd wanted, and more.

Tender Sheith smut, enough said.

Non-Critical Peacetime Circumstances by kuillsins (EykielAfterDark) (E) 2.3k

"You look better than I remember," Keith murmurs, a hand resting just beside Shiro's crotch. Shiro actually rewards him with a whimper, his gaze blurry and faraway. "I’ve only dreamed of ever seeing you like this again."

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Porn with mild(?) plot, a Keith/Shiro fic because we need more bottom Shiro pls. 

What happens is actually fairly interesting and the characters are written believably, which is great.

seat of the lion by kinpika (E) 3.1k

“Give me a minute. Or five." 

Keith had totally planned it from the beginning, and Shiro didn't mind. Not at all.

Very much pwp, but it’s really good.

Post S2

cobbled glass by ShirosRedKnight (SweetFanfics)/ @shirosredknight (T) 6k

 One of the first things Keith learns about himself is that he is different.

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An AU where Keith was always part of the Blades of Marmora and the Paladin's of Voltron come looking for the Red Paladin. 

Everything I wanted from a BoM!Keith au, and it gave me so many Keith feels.

Stacking the Odds by Mythril (fantacination) (T) 1.5k

Alternate Realities are Serious Business. And Slav is determined to get the best possible outcome.

If that means the Black and Red Paladins need to get married, asap, well, then, Shiro and Keith just have to take one for the Universe.

This fic, AKA thank you Slav.

EDIT: I bolded the links and added some space between fics so it’s easier to read.

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Kanato Sakamaki

Permissions

Shipping?  Yes, but shipping with him increases the risk on everyone’s lives.  Singleship per verse with limited verses.  Please note - as stated on the rules page, orientation is typically listed as what the muses think they are.

Duplicates? Multiple ‘Yuis’?  What about character that aren’t on the dedicated castmates list?  Yes.  You can thrust Kanato at Kanato.  There’s also no issue with duplicates of canon, crossover, etc. characters that Kanato is already interacting with.  You want it, you got it.   To prevent destroying the validity of duplicate muses, I will sometimes think of things as ‘A Laito did this’ instead of ‘Laito did this’, which is a very subtle difference but prevents another muse from having to deal with the blame of an event they were not responsible for.  This will only be differentiated as necessary within writing.  I repeat: all duplicate muses will be treated with respect, not as ‘fakes’.  Any Sakamaki brother is a brother of his, regardless of how many Laitos there are (for example).  We’re just going to, uh, slide past that as often as possible (and occasionally make jokes).

Multiple Kanatos will be treated as though they’d somehow wandered into one’s world or the other via some enchanted, strange object or doorway in the Sakamaki household.  This allows them to interact, but prevents the concept that one is a ‘true’ Kanato over the other.  You have been warned.

Fighting?  A-Okay.  I’ve done a lot of fighting roleplay but it was in the past and I’m way more interested in the storytelling of it.  It’s better that we discuss the end result beforehand for smoother sailing, but we can improv it as well.  I do this from a storytelling perspective.

Harming? A-Okay!  Just be aware that this muse may harm or kill yours in turn!

Killing? A-Okay!  Please be aware, however, that should the need or desire to continue the verse arise, the death scene will be considered a what-if.  In addition, it is very difficult to kill this muse due to the pureblood resurrection abilities.  ...Based on the abilities he demonstrates that appear to be unique to him, he’s probably the hardest of the Sakamaki brothers to kill before any of them touch Yui’s blood.  After...  Well, let’s just hope he isn’t the one drinking Yui’s blood, shall we?

Can we send shippy memes / etc.? Sure, we can still explore what-ifs, drabbles and oneshot threads, but the main focus will be on the storyline here!

Can we know Yui has Cordelia’s heart, is possibly turning into a vampire, is surrounded by vampires, etc. and reference this to Kanato? On a case-by-case basis.  It should be discovered organically if it’s not something your character would be able to know already.  There’s plenty of situations where this would make sense.

Can we know about Kanato’s past before interacting?  No, not unless you have genuine reasons for it like being one of his brothers.

Can we have characters comment on the events of the timeline? Yes, if they “catch sight of”, “overhear a rumor”, “a familiar saw X”, or any other sensible reason, then characters can be aware of and comment on events.  I wholly encourage characters participate in Kanato’s life!  Please tell the story with me!

Can we rescue Yui Komori from the Sakamaki household? Unlikely.  At best, if you succeed in the first place, it’s entirely likely that they will find you, they will take Yui back, and they will kill one or both of you for this.  Or the Mukamis might take advantage of the situation!  Obviously, the exception here is the Mukamis, who are entirely expected to attempt this from time to time.

Can we reference interactions we’ve had with your Subaru, etc. to Kanato?  I mean...sure?  If you want?  I’m fine with using my muses for plot and timeline advancements for myself and those I interact with (within limits) but I’d also prefer to not be my Ayato’s Kanato and vice versa, so this would probably be limited.  You can still act like what’s happened has happened, though.

Biography / Stats

FULL NAME. Kanato Sakamaki ALIAS. Hysteric (Ayato), Kanato-kun (Yui), Little Songbird (Cordelia) AGE. Appears 17-18 || Actually significantly older BIRTHDAY. March 21  GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male, he/him ORIENTATION. Demisexual SPECIES. Vampire OCCUPATION. High school student of the night school known as Ryoutei Academy. 2nd year in HDB, 3rd year if assuming time has passed. RESIDENCE. Sakamaki residence, Japan

HAIR. Purple EYES. Purple BUILD. Slim HEIGHT. 5'5'' (165cm) TATTOOS. None PIERCINGS. None. ADDITIONAL MARKINGS.   Discoloration beneath his eyes, likely due to lack of sleep. OTHER. Right-handed

ZODIAC. Aries (Aries/Pisces cusp) ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Neutral POSITIVE TRAITS. polite, attentive, clever NEGATIVE TRAITS. temperamental, childish, possessive

BIRTH PLACE. Japan NATIONALITY. Japanese PARENTS. Karlheinz (Alive?), Cordelia (Deceased / Haunting) SIBLINGS. Full Siblings - Ayato, Laito. Half-siblings (shared father): Shuu, Reiji, and Subaru EXTENDED FAMILY. Karlheinz's other wives, Beatrix and Christa. Richter (Uncle). EDUCATION. High school (likely several times over) SPECIES. Vampire NOTABLE SKILLS. Singing, the ability to hold teddy for absurd periods of time, wax doll creation. LANGUAGES. Japanese, English, Russian FAVORITE FOOD. Anything sweet, raspberry pudding

PUREBLOOD. Inhuman strength, increased speed, vision, hearing, and smell. Fast healing & healing saliva. TELEPORTATION. Can teleport instantaneously. FLYING. He can fly. OTHER. Can control and summon familiars. Can animate nonliving objects and control them as familiars. Can transfer soul(s) from one vessel/body to another. Has nightmare-inducing levels of pyrokinesis - is able to set bodies (and nothing else) on fire, control how it spreads, as well as set entire towns on fire at once. WEAKNESSES. Truly holy objects weaken him, but not by much. DISLIKES.   Spicy food, loud noises, not being understood, SHARING

Appearance

[*Credit: Appearance section pulled directly from the Dialovers Wiki.]

Kanato appears to have a similar resemblance in appearance to his mother Cordelia, having the same colored light purple hair, though he has large matching eyes with visibly dark undertones beneath them (most likely due to lack of sleep).  Kanato also has a rather short, thin figure with a noticeably younger look about him than his brothers, thus causing him to stand out as more childlike in appearance.  He began wearing glasses in MORE, BLOOD.

Kanato is almost never seen without his beloved Teddy wrapped safely in his arms.

In HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL, he usually wears a black hoodie vest with a long-sleeved white shirt and red ribbon underneath.  The vest’s straps extend to his upper arms.  He wears this attire with black shorts and red pants bearing a checkered pattern that reach above his knees.

In MORE, BLOOD, he wears a beige sweater with a black, polka-dotted dress shirt beneath and an un-clipped red bow tie.  He will occasionally don glasses.

His school uniform consists of the black school jacket over a maroon-colored vest with a red string tie and a white undershirt with a ruffled Victorian collar, which are worn with black pants.  He also wears short black knee-socks and brown dress shoes.

Personality

By himself, Kanato tends to be easily amused by his own entertainments.  He talks often to Teddy, spends time with or creating wax dolls, and singing.  He seems to prefer spending time by himself and the simplicity of the neglect he’s used to.  

Outside of some of the disturbing and potentially threatening comments he may make, initial conversation with him reveals that he speaks in an extremely polite (often to the point of condescending sarcasm) manner and has an extremely pleasant, soft voice.

Unfortunately, Kanato is a spoiled brat, often extremely demanding and quick to emotional blackmail or tempter tantrums to get what he wants.  He’s incredibly cruel and violent when angered, yelling easily.  He’s quick to use tears to get what he wants, having no shame in being considered a crybaby - these tears are sometimes real, but are often forced and fake.  He’s so difficult to deal with that his brothers often leave him be, especially when he starts one of his violent tantrums.  

Kanato was severely neglected as a child except when it came to his voice.  He doesn’t think he’s attractive (or at least doesn’t find himself attractive) but his similarity to Cordelia pleases him, so sometimes he’ll enjoy staring into mirrors.

His brothers matter to him, but at the same time, this doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy killing them.  Precisely because they matter, he would enjoy it.  However, he genuinely exhibits attentiveness from time to time towards Laito.  He’s resentful of Ayato’s lack of attention but would have a difficult time with receiving it in the first place: a common issue with most of his social desires.

History

CHILDHOOD. The middle child of a set of triplets born by Cordelia, Kanato was raised alongside his brothers, Ayato and Laito.  Cordelia wanted to make Ayato the Sakamaki heir, so she largely neglected her other two sons except when it suited her.  Kanato was prized by Cordelia only when it came to his voice (which sexually aroused her).  She ignored him to the extent that he deliberately acted out and hurt himself to get her attention, but it never worked.  His craving for his mother’s attention was never satisfied as a child.

Much of Kanato’s poor behavior stems from clinging to the few things Cordelia encouraged in him.  At one point, she gave him a teddy bear that one of her lovers had given her - this became Teddy, the doll he prefers to bond with over his brothers.  She encouraged him to kill people she was bored of, finding amusement in and praising his dolls - Kanato continues to kill people (often sacrificial brides) and turn them into wax dolls.  

Eventually, Cordelia was attacked by Ayato and came to Laito for help.  Laito pushed her off a balcony.  When Kanato found her among the roses, he burned her remains and stored them in a bottle he keeps inside Teddy.

NEAR CURRENT.  Karlheinz manipulated circumstances to keep tossing experimental sacrificial brides at his children.  None could endure the blood loss, physical and emotional torment.  The sacrificial brides were too fragile and the Sakamakis broke their toys.  

CURRENT. A single sacrificial bride is surviving and enduring: Yui Komori.  Whichever brother obtains her will become the Sakamaki heir.  Without directly entering into a “relationship” with any of the Sakamakis, she endures her stay there.

Verses

Brief summaries of the verses for Kanato along with potential links for those less familiar with Diabolik Lovers but still want to interact with him.  For the sake of keeping things clean, encouraging community-wide and cooperative storytelling in roleplay, and not letting things get too crazy, verses will be limited.  More may be made over time as needed.

Summaries:

| DL Anime | DL More Blood Anime | Haunted Dark Bridal | More Blood | (Coming Soon)

VERSE - HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL

*This verse will be typically be the default, 'main verse'. In this, it is assumed that Yui Komori is staying at the Sakamaki household with some version of the first game having taken place. If the second game is included, it's with the idea that Yui stayed with the Sakamakis. Whether Kanato or one of his brothers winds up obtaining the Sacrificial Bride, Kanato’s life continues.

Verse Details | Tag: #V; KANATO; HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL

VERSE - MORE BLOOD

If for some reason it's absolutely necessary to differentiate between the verse above and a verse where More Blood has certainly occured, but Yui did not (at least initially) stay with the Sakamakis and instead is currently living with the Mukamis or was, until recently, still living with the Mukamis.  Rivalry abounds and attempts to procure Yui are likely.

Verse Details | Tag: #V; KANATO; MORE BLOOD

VERSE - MISC.

Posts that could take place in the Sakamaki or Mukami verses but involve duplicates (whether Yui or others) in the same scene in a manner that would be hard to pass off as typical flow for those verses.  Also includes nearly ANY time fellow characters are staying at the mansion, otherwise we’d end up with verses of 20+ additional characters hanging out in the Sakamaki villa.  

Verse Details | Tag:#V; KANATO; MISC

SITUATIONAL VERSE TAGS

#V; KANATO; UNIVERSAL

Posts that can easily be assumed to have occured in either the Sakamaki or Mukami verses, typically answering asks, etc. that aren’t directly related to events unique to their timelines.

#V; KANATO; WHAT IFS & #V; KANATO; ONESHOTS

Likely reserved for one-off threads exploring a “what if”, a romantic meme that would otherwise be inappropriate, etc.  If a meme doesn’t quite fit with one of the existing timelines, it’ll get one of these.

Tags

THREAD / WRITING TAG: #echoes in the halls; kanato

HEADCANONS:  #hc; dialovers; kanato

IMAGES: #itt // kanato sakamaki

MUSIC:  #music; dialovers; kanato