#I was sobbing throughout the whole thing tonight

[noturmuse]

Man idk what they’re putting in these episodes but it’s definitely stronger than coke cuz I am beyond addicted I mean every episode is a masterpiece and I love the little changes they’ve been doing along the way it has made the show so special thus far

[raitonsfw]

𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐) | 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 ꨄ

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When you come home with tears running down your face, Choso immediately fills an entire wine glass for you. You had gotten your period that day, on Valentine’s Day of all days, and there was no way he was going to want to do anything with you. But it was quite the opposite actually; the man was practically begging for you to engulf him as soon as you mentioned your predicament.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, needy!choso, period sex, blood play/kink, begging, pleading, whimpering (oh my!), riding, sexual intercourse, creampie, hair pulling, grinding, breast play, reader rides choso with a wine glass in their hand, spilling of wine, pet names (baby), choso the blood manipulator alright (ideas for this man practically write themselves) 

a/n: happy valentine's day! wrote this on my period last month and am currently going through the motions again so lucky me! (tmi sowwy) enjoy and here's your 3rd valentine from me! 💌 wc: 2.7k. v-day m.list | m.list

now playing: the red means i love you by madds buckley

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“Y/N? Open up, please.” You heard Choso’s quiet rasp through the door and you felt even more tears slip from the corners of your eyes, threatening to ruin your makeup even more. The mascara had poured down your face and you tried your best to wipe it all off, but it had stained a bit and you didn’t care anymore; you just needed it off.

“No.” You managed out as normally as you possibly could but he could hear the broken huffs that came from you. He was confused to say the least, the glass of red liquid in his hand chilling his fingers as he waited for you to tell him what was wrong. You couldn’t offer him an answer though as you panicked throughout the confines of the bathroom, scrubbing off the cursed makeup your period ruined.

It wasn’t the best day be bleeding from your fucking cunt.

You had run past Choso the second you got home, much to his discontent as he welcomed you home with a small murmur before fading away as you disappeared into the bathroom. He had set up a wonderful Valentine’s night in for the both of you, the most expensive wine sitting in the middle of the dining table as you arrived and he took the opportunity to pour more wine into yours without a second thought; hell you might need the whole bottle. 

“I have a glass of wine for you.” He tried to convince you with that, but you didn’t budge from your spot in front of the mirror. You glanced towards the box of tampons that sat against the back of the shelf near the tub, frowning at it. You wished you could flush them down the toilet, but all that would offer you would be cotton waste and a clog with nearly a million girls threatening you from the shadows because those things were fucking expensive.

“Choso, I’m fine.” 

“Please open the door. I want to help you.” He started to knock on it, sending you into a frenzy as you hurried wiping your makeup off. You threw the makeup wipe in the trash; and what stared back at you was a mess and all you wanted to do was hide beneath the sheets and isolated from society for the five wretched days. You were able to get the mascara off, but some of it still smudged underneath your lashes as a reminder that the promised look for the date went awry because of your sobbing. Which brought you to another revelation, your boyfriend.

Choso wasn’t going to want to have sex with you tonight, not when you were bleeding rivers. You had gone over his reaction in your head a thousand times and every single one didn’t end up with a good outcome; especially since it was such a precious day to him, it felt like your worst nightmare had come true.

“Y/N.” 

You sighed heavily, unlocking the door with a quiet tilt and Choso immediately opened it when he heard the click of the lock. You didn’t get to look at him properly as you ran past him, but he had cleaned up considerably nice today; his blood mark cut neatly against the bridge of his nose and his hair, albeit still incredibly messy, sat up like pins in the ponytails he spored them into. The dark circles around his eyes were still prominent in the luminescent light of the bathroom and you felt for him, he must’ve waited for you for a while. 

Then again, he always looked tired to you. 

Choso held out your glass of wine to you, but then faltered a bit as he took a good look at you. Your eyes were rimmed red with blemished tears as you stared back at him, flicking back and forth from the red liquid in the glass and his puzzled face. Instead he sat the wine glass on the accented table next to the bathroom with a tiny exhale and came up behind you with strong arms. He folded them underneath yours, his fingers dancing over the crevices of your tummy and he pulled you close to him. Resting his chin against your shoulder, he rocked you softly with him to the sway of the music that played out in the living room. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Choso whispered into your ear, pressing feathered kisses behind it and you shuddered at the action. “Do I have to kill someone for you?” 

“No, it’s nothing like that.” You gave him a tired laugh, placing your hands on his where they intertwined. His hair tickled the back of your neck as he started to kiss down it towards your shoulder and you tried to pull away. “Choso…”

“Yeah?” He hummed out, a bit muffled by your shoulder and his violet eyes glanced towards the mirror, towards yours and you suddenly felt so exposed as they filled with adoration. You couldn’t see his mouth, your shoulder covered it but you knew he was ready to plant kisses down your back and your waist if you let him– anywhere he could reach within a few minutes he would be worshipping. 

“You were looking forward to a night in, right?” You asked him, one of your hands coming up to pick at his hair sticking up from their confines in the hair tie. 

“Is that not happening now?” Choso straightened up a bit, his mouth pouting into a confused frown. He narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to figure out exactly what happened to you. Out of everything he thought of, he speculated you had a rough day at work and needed some love; which was easily done as he’d be right in between your thighs with his tongue lapping up your cunt, two calloused fingers stuffed within in no time.

“It might need to be changed a bit…” 

“Why’s that?” Now he was worried, his arms squeezing you closer to him, a whine etching his words as he rested his chin against your shoulder again. Choso didn’t know much about human emotions, especially women’s and he’d have to ask Yuji later what it meant when one tries to postpone a date night. He’d probably say that means they don’t like you, but that couldn’t be possible; he knew you liked him, otherwise you would’ve left him already. You wouldn’t have tolerated six months with him if you didn’t in some form or another ‘like’ him.

“I got my period earlier today.”

There was a pause and you felt as though you could hear a pin drop but then there was a bit of shuffling behind you and you observed Choso’s eyes to try and gauge his reaction. You swore you saw them darken, the vibrance of them tinting and he squinted at you slightly before resuming his kisses down your shoulder and you felt his hands trail up towards your chest. Your breasts were sore, swollen and when he lifted them up slightly with his palms, you let out a relieved sigh. They wandered over your peaked nipple, his fingers slicing over it and you felt the heat rush through your cheeks as he tweaked it slightly through your clothing. 

“Choso?” You watched him through the mirror and you saw the blush that had crept up on his face, you knew that flushed look– and the hardened outline of his cock pressing into your backside very well. 

“Fuck baby, that made me hard…” Choso muttered admittedly into your shirt with another whine, purposefully hiding his face so you wouldn’t tease his blush. The slightest thing would turn him on so you weren’t that surprised, though you didn’t quite expect it to be because of the crimson between your legs.

What were you so worried about? It’s Choso, the boy who would become flustered if you so much as kissed his hand while in public, who would nearly fall to his knees when you showed off the lingerie you bought whilst out shopping, who would pant at the sight of your arousal leaking out of you like a faucet; your hormones did you so dirty, letting you believe he wouldn’t get off on a little blood. 

After all, he was a blood manipulator and this was his speciality. 

“That made you hard?” You backed your hips into him slightly, earning a choked gasp from him. “You don’t mind me being on my period? If it bothers you, we can use a cond-”

“No, no condom. Don’t want that, want to feel you.” Choso blurted out and you knew you had him pegged, completely cornering him by the thought of pleasure. You bent over slightly and watched him through the mirror as his entire face turned red, his crotch pressing directly against yours now. 

“What about the blood?” You asked, genuinely concerned that he lost his mind as he started to not so subtly grind against your cunt with a roll of his hips. Choso knocked you slightly over against the edge of the sink, his hands grasping for your hips now, one trailing up your back to bend you further and the other steadying you so he could bury deeper into the warmth. His hand found your hair and you were sure he was going to yank it, but instead he tangled it into the strands and rubbed circles into your scalp like the good boy that he was.

“That’s exactly why I don’t want to use one.” The heat of your cunt made him dizzy and he couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good it would feel to plunge into you, the blood making it so overbearingly wet that he might bust as soon as he’s bottomed out. God, he was this pussy drunk already? He had his chin tilted up now, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head and you watched with tenacious eyes. He wasn’t even buried in you yet and his tongue was nearly lolling out of his mouth at the thought of you squeezing around him senselessly with an extra lubrication drooling around his cock.

“I want to drink my wine though...” You whined out, perhaps a bit more innocently than you intended.

A short groan came out of him and that’s when his hand gripped at the tendrils of your hair, yanking it upwards with a harsh pull. His arm flexed as he pulled you up towards him, quieting huffs and pants escaping him as he continued grinding against you. Sometimes when he got like this, all hot and bothered and nearly on the verge of devouring you whole, he didn’t know his own strength and you yelped in pain, moresos shock. His lips hovered over the shell of your ear, his hips ceasing their movements and his chest rose and fell against your back.

“Drink it while you ride me then.” He whined into your ear in rushed syllables, his fingers digging into the crevices of your thighs. They crawled towards the front of your mound, dipping lowly into the soft covered flesh there, if only he could fucking reach his hand down your panties… but you hesitantly stopped him before his hands got dirty. “I need you now, right now. Please, Y/N?”

How could you possibly say no to his pleas? 

And there you were five minutes later, with your wine glass balancing delicately on the tips of your fingers as you sunk down onto him as he babbled out begs and whimpers. Your pussy fluttered against the intrusion of his cock and you let out a delicious moan, your head tipping back as he thrusted up inside you greedily. Choso nearly knocked you off of him, your wine almost spilling from the confines of the glass and you glared at him as you ceased his movements. “Cho– you almost made me spill my wine!” 

He faux pouted before continuing to bounce you harshly on his cock, his fingers digging into your flesh and you could barely hold the glass still against your lips; it drenched your breasts and his chest, staining you both a beautiful red. As Choso noticed the deep color, he instantly glanced down at where you two were connected, the blood slicking up his cock so nicely and at the base it glistened with it. He couldn’t fucking see straight at this point, your pussy clenched around him like a vice as he refused to let ride him fully; he was just so desperate. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry– c-can’t stop.” One of his arms came to wrap around you as he sat up on his elbow, his tongue lapping over the stickiness of your chest and he moaned out as he tasted the tartness of it against your skin. His palm laid flat against the middle of your back as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing lightly. As you looked down at him, you almost came from the sight. Choso’s eyes were closed and you could feel the incessant groans and grunts coming from his mouth, the vibrations surrounding your breast and his eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure with every harsh roll of your hips. 

Deep pleasure shot through your body, every single one of your nerves nearly setting on fire and clutched the wine glass in your hand but you knew you were going to eventually drop it if he kept fucking you like this. You couldn’t bring it to your lips, your mouth had fallen open in small pants and moans and you felt Choso take the glass from you. He quickly set it down on the end table, temporarily popping off of your nipple to do so and you used that to your advantage to pin him down onto the bed again. 

“Baby, baby, please.” He whimpered as you dragged yourself up his cock and slammed back down on it, his hands flying towards the pillow and clutching it. He buried his face into the crook of his arm, trying desperately to muffle the moans that poured out of him as his hips barely kept up with yours. “Please, fuck me, I’m so close–”

With every thrust a drowning squelch filled the room, nothing but your arousal mixing with your blood and his precum, submerged in the intoxicating feeling of what it was like fuck up into the wettest mixture ever; Choso felt the blood dripping down his thighs and the dip of his balls and it spurred him on even more, his orgasm flooding through him and threatening to spill out into you. 

“Baby, can I cum in you–? Can I, please? Fuck, I need to...” Choso whined, frenzied purple eyes peeking out from underneath his arm and you nodded quickly, your own orgasm piling up your spine and you felt him shudder beneath you. You watched in awe as his eyes squeezed shut and his face contorted as his hands found your hips again trying to still you against him. His mouth had dropped open in a pitchy moan and you swore you’ve never been more in love, but here you were watching your man fall apart within minutes because of how good your pussy felt whilst on your period and it made you numb with devotion.

Your orgasm met his a few seconds after, squeezing him tightly in place and you breathed through the ecstasy. Your hands were glued to his chest, convulsing through the pleasure that spread throughout your body and you felt his hands come to grasp at yours in a heated motion. Coming down from your high, you regrettably rolled your hips off of him, a heady groan coming from Choso and you noticed how fucking soaked his dick was with your fluids, your face reddening at the sight. 

You gasped as you also noticed the wine and blood stains splattered against the white sheets you two laid on. “Oh God, Choso…”

“We can get new sheets. Come here.” He breathed out, sitting up fully and leaning towards you needily. His hands pulled you back onto his lap and you squeaked, his dick resting against your thigh and you let him kiss you eagerly. He tasted of fruit, the wine that he laved at earlier, and pure adoration that spilled out of every nook of his curse. 

Yeah, you were an idiot to not believe Choso wouldn’t go nuts over this. He wasn’t going to let something so dreadfully normal, not to mention erotic, ruin his Valentine’s and especially not yours. 

You pulled a whine from him as you bit his bottom lip, earning the promised words you were especially dying to hear. “Round two, baby?”

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[yuanology]

geto suguru is willing to lose a lot of things, but he has never been willing to lose you. you're the one thing he can't afford to see leaving, the one person in his life he wishes he could have brought with him when he turned over to the new side.

but he didn't. you left, and he watched you leave.

still, it doesn't stop him from yearning for you—for your presence, for your touch, for the person you used to be to him. he never finds another lover after you, far too hung up on what you were to fall in love again. he tried sleeping around the first few months but ultimately gave up when he realized none of them will ever once compare to you.

so he stops trying. stops trying to get anyone but you because no substitute can satiate him the way you do.

and somehow, by some miracle, he gets you.

suguru is convinced that you must be doing it for the greater good—a mission assigned to him by yaga, most likely, telling you to infiltrate suguru's plans by using his old fondness for you against him. your approach must be part of a deliberate plan, one that has been planned and carefully measured throughout the years. suguru isn't a fool, he sees right through it.

unfortunately for yaga, however, he has underestimated the sheer extent of what he is willing to do for you. to give up information in hopes that you'll stay with him for the night is nothing compared to the numbers he would pile up just for you, to the worlds he would burn down to have a future with you by his side. everything you ask, he'll give as long as you stay with him just a bit longer, as long as you kiss him and hold him as if he still matters to you, as if he's still loved by you.

"good boy, suguru." there it is, the sound of his given name flowing smoothly off his tongue after so long. suguru moans at the sound alone, his body trembling. your breath fans against his nape, just above where your hand is pressing his face into the mattress. suguru's breath comes out in short, desperate pants as he leans into your touch, hips raised and ass in display just for you.

your fingers are buried deep inside him, the squelching sounds echoing through the room. he's rented out a room for tonight, a middle-ground in which business exchanges can run through smoothly. suguru glances to his left, where a massive mirror is propped up. through it, he can see the way you're holding him up, half your fist disappearing into his hole. you're still wearing most of your clothes, only your shirt having been unbuttoned all the way through and it's now hanging onto your frame. you look beautiful like this, you always have, and suguru can't breathe at the sight of you.

suguru himself looks like a cheap whore this way, naked in contrast to your mostly dressed state, his mouth hanging agape and his eyes glassy, hair a mess all over the mattress and his legs spread open without a care in the world. he doesn't care, though, because you called him a good boy. suguru can be your good boy all you want as long as you keep doing this to him, keep holding him and fucking into him like you care.

when you pull your fingers out, he whines so loud that you have to pepper soft kisses all over the expanse of his back, murmuring sweet nothings against his skin. it's irrational, he knows, but he's already halfway to being fucked out of his mind that he doesn't care. suguru will never have you the way he used to have you, whole and unburdened, but he has you now, he doesn't want to lose any more of you than he has to.

"please," he sobs. please don't leave me, he means.

feeling your hand on his hips, a gentle balm soothing the scalding hurt building in his chest, suguru lets out another ruined sound. "i know, sweetheart." you're so soft with him, so gentle in taking care of him, that suguru can close his eyes and pretend that you're still okay. "let me take care of you, okay? trust me."

"okay," he rasps out because there's no question in that. he lets his head fall onto the pillows, shoulders flexing to soothe the tension there as he slips into a relaxed state on the bed. he trusts you. he trusts you so much that he would let you do anything to him. "i trust you."

you're especially gentle with him this time around, he realizes once you're sloppily thrusting into him, the head of your cock always fucking against his prostate rather than teasing him with each fuck. you don't loiter, but you always linger. your hands wander all over his skin, keeping him close to you. you're draped over his back, heartbeat pounding against the skin on his back.

tomorrow morning, you will go back to being enemies. you'll leave at the first sign of dawn, carrying an envelope with you containing all of your pre-agreed information. suguru will have to allow himself losses so that he'll have more of you some night some weeks, maybe some months, from now. tomorrow, this will all end and you'll break his heart a thousand times over in exchange for all the times he has ruined you by leaving. tomorrow, geto suguru will lose you again.

but for now, he is in your arms, reaching high after high under your gentle ministrations, and geto suguru, for however long this moment can suspend for, is loved by you.

( and when he slips into unconsciousness at the end of the night, not forgetting to slur out a weak, thank you as he does, he swears he doesn't imagine the way you press your lips against his hairline; as tender as it used to be when he could still call himself yours. a ghost of a lover in this haunted room. )

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 156 }

house of gold.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ i will make you queen of everything you see… }

the moment you woke up and received a text from your boyfriend, telling you to have a nice day off while reminding you of your dinner reservation tonight, you knew that you were going to have the best day ever.

with jinwoo’s most trusted shadow soldiers keeping you company, you begin to tidy up the house and do some chores.

first, you began your day by washing all of the dirty dishes that had piled up throughout the week. with your music blasting from your phone’s speaker, you sang along to your favorite song before drying each dish and putting them back within your pantry.

next, you swept the floors and wiped down all the tables and countertops, feeling accomplished when each stain and layer of dust had been removed, leaving behind a shiny sheen against each polished surface.

you continue your day while finishing up other chores, saving laundry for last since you figured it was the one thing that you could do to pass the time quickly. your eyes trail up to the clock to see that it was only 5pm, with your reservation jinwoo made still being a couple of hours away.

letting out a sigh, you go into your shared room and begin collecting all the dirty clothes scattered throughout the room with your basket. it wasn’t too bad, just a few of jinwoo’s shirts and your old pajama set. as you trail your eyes over to the desk, you saw his large trench coat hanging across the chair.

brushing back your hair, you set the basket filled with dirty clothes on the ground before picking up jinwoo’s coat. as you folded the layers of fabric, you became aware of something hidden within the pockets. with a tilt of your head, you unravel the fabric and search through the pockets for a few seconds-

only for your eyes to go wide upon feeling the sensation of velvet against your fingertips.

your whole body was trembling when you manage to pull a tiny, velvet box from the confines of his coat. as you place the precious box against the palm of your hand, you could not stop trembling as it takes you a few tries to pry open the box.

yet the moment you open it, you let out an audible gasp-

for settled within the velvet box was a gorgeously crafted diamond ring-

this was no doubt an engagement ring.

you lost all your senses then, as if hypnotized by the diamonds and the way it collected rainbows each time the light hit it. while being very much in awe of the ring, you lost track of time, completely unaware of someone coming home, taking quick strides to your room before appearing-

“sarang-“

your eyes were still wide when they met with jinwoo’s panicked gaze. and if you were able to function, then you would have teased jinwoo relentlessly over how messy his hair was (probably because of the sheer amount of times he had run his fingers through them.)

so when he sees you already holding the engagement ring in your hand, jinwoo immediately crumbles on the spot. like his knees had suddenly gave way to his own weight, your beloved boyfriend was seen on his knees, letting out what sounded like a mix between a sob and laughter.

“hahhh, i’m such an idiot! of course i left the ring in my other coat!”

your heart was pounding, still unable to process everything that was going on. you and jinwoo simply stayed in your respective positions, with your beloved still having his head bowed down to you.

after a few more beats, you were the first to snap out of your reverie. with the velvet box still open, you gingerly hold it to your chest before crawling closer to him. “jinwoo…?” you place a hand on top of his, making your boyfriend meet your gaze, his face completely and utterly flushed red in response.

“yes… honey?”

swallowing thickly, you place the box with the ring settled from within atop your hand, showing it to jinwoo, “is this what i think it is?”

your voice was barely above a whisper, since you felt as though you were living in a dream, not quite believing that this was even real. it takes several seconds for jinwoo to process your question before giving you a nod.

“yes, it’s exactly what you think it is.”

you hear jinwoo let out one more frustrated sigh before adjusting himself, now settled on one knee for you as he carefully takes the box from the palm of your hand.

“funnily enough, i had this all planned out. the reservation to a high class restaurant was made months in advance, right after i purchased this ring in hopes of making you mine, forever.”

as the tears of joy began streaming down your face, you allow jinwoo to take a hold of your left hand, feeling his lips press a kiss against the back of it before taking out the beautiful ring.

your breath hitches when jinwoo places the ring on your left ring finger, grey eyes turning so much softer when he sees that it was the perfect fit. with his eyes closed, he allows his lips to linger against your ring finger before speaking passionately once more.

“you are the woman that has always had my heart- who had always been by my side, even when i was at my weakest. you have supported me endlessly through your kindness alone… and i finally figured it was about time i returned the favor.”

jinwoo opens his eyes while taking a hold of your hand, bringing you into his lap while chuckling at your crying face. he says your name sweetly before kissing away your tears. “i love you, and nothing would make me happier than to claim you as my wife.”

you were actively sobbing now, clinging to him while admitting, “oh jinwoo… n-nothing would make me happier than to have you as my husband…!”

a teasing grin spreads across his handsome features. “shall i take this as you accepting my proposal?”

giggling through your tears, you gently lunge at him, wrapping both arms around his neck before pressing your lips against his in a searing kiss. despite how you and jinwoo were both locked in a kiss, neither one of you could deepen it since you were both smiling so much.

feeling too filled with happiness, you end up pulling away from the kiss first, letting out content purrs of his name as you rested your head against his broad chest. with your left hand extended outwards, you and your now fiancé kept admiring the glittering ring, all while whispering your promises of forever together.

a.n. - i finished re-reading my recently purchased volumes of solo leveling and just had to write a short and sweet fic for him! 😭 i love jinwoo soooo much, please, why isn’t he real??

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[wisterialagoon]

Alastor x Reader - Comfort Fic

Warnings: established relationship, probably ooc alastor, comfort, reader is grabbed (not by alastor) reader curses :P

Btw! Please do send in Hazbin requests, I do sfw and nsfw :)

You had been having a miserable day. You woke up in a sour mood, but the feeling only worsened when you realised you had woken up in bed alone.

Presumably your husband had left early to head to his broadcast studio. You then had several run-ins with the most insufferable sinners throughout your day, but this, this was ridiculous.

You had been standing in the lobby, by the check-in desk trying not to burst into stress tears as a rather tall intimidating demon stood there screaming his lungs out at you.

"I already told you sir, I cant get you a room unless you want to be redeemed, this isn't a normal hotel," you stress to the demon before you.

He unfortunately doesn't take the refusal well, gripping the collar of your favourite dress, ripping it slightly.

The demon has you in a strong hold pulling his face right up to yours, you grimace at his breath brushing your face. Your feet barely reaching the floor anymore.

"Sir you need to let go of me now!" you damn near shriek in fury. The commotion catches the attention of a few of the hotels residents, the demon finally drops you when he realises he's drawn a crowd, opting to leave before things went south for him.

"Y/N!" You hear Charlie's panicked yell as she comes up to you, helping you to your feet, "Are you okay? D-do you need anything, I'll have Vaggie deal with that demon don't worry!"

"Its alright Charlie," You steady yourself, taking a deep breath, "just give me the rest of the afternoon off, yeah?"

"Of course, please, go rest."

With that you head off to your room, you pull off your dress and get into your night gown. You inspect the collar of your dress to see it in tatters, this unfortunately was your tipping point.

You're now sitting in the middle of the bed crying your eyes out, clutching your dress. You're so in your feelings, you don't even notice Alastor has slipped in until hes sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms.

You still for a moment but ease into the embrace, soaking his shirt in your tears.

When you had calmed down a bit Alastor cups your face, making you look into his eyes, "Charlie told me what happened my dear, I do wonder why you didn't make that wretched sinner pay, hmm? You're more than capable." He tilts his head, a questioning look in his eyes.

"I didn't want to cause a scene and bring a bad reputation to the hotel, sinners should want to come here," you sniffle.

"Au contraire my dear, you shouldn't be afraid to kill those that wrong you, if demons fear you, it keeps them in their place! Anyhow, what's done is done, I'm more concerned with the fact that my, usually very dauntless wife is crying all on her own." Alastor taps your nose gently.

"Bad day, bad, terrible, awful day Al," tears begin to flood your eyes again just thinking about it.

Alastor chuchles softly as he pulls you to straddle his lap, softly running his fingers through your hair. "Oh you poor sweet thing," He listens carefully as you recount your day to him.

"And to top it off, t-that dickless bastard tore my favourite dress" you finish, words getting caught between your sobs.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about that, I'll have it mended in a jiff, instead, worry about what you'll wear Tonight!"

You look up at him curiously, "Tonight?"

"Well of course I'm treating you to a perfect night out, I can't in good conscious let my sweet wife wallow in her sadness all night can I?"

You perk up at this. Your husband is a busy demon, its not often you get him all to yourself. "The whole night?" you say with big eyes.

"You'll have my complete undivided attention all night long my dear!"

You jump up at this, racing to find an outfit all while Alastor happily watches you showing him different dresses, shoes and jewellery.

He makes a mental note to quickly pop out and find the demon that laid his hands on you, Vaggie was so kind as to provide him with a description.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

safe word angst with slash and femreader? like she uses their safeword and feels bad and slash comforts her

Warnings: Smut, bondage, use of safeword, slight angst, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash had come back from tour and decided he needed to make up for lost time, the second he was through the front door he was on you.

Axl had been particularly difficult throughout the tour, Slash always called you and complained so you expected some anger to linger in him when he was with you but this? You hadn't expected this.

He tied you to the bed with his belt around your wrists, pushing your face into the mattress as he slammed his cock deep in you, girth stretching you out just right, at least that's how it usually was.

Tonight was different, to be fair it had started out fine and you loved when he got rough but after a hours of overstimulating you and not letting you cum your whole body just started to ache all over.

"Slash-! Slash, sto-stop!" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, your body bouncing up and down on the mattress.

Slash raised his hand and brought his palm down on your ass in a harsh slap, then he did it again and a third time for good measure, each hit ripped a yelp from your throat. "Shut up, you know you love it, you know you've been waiting for this, fucking cockslut." He said through gritted teeth.

His words hurt more than the physical contact. They had no place to project pain and it sunk deep inside you, into your brain, latching on and ruining you from the inside and working its way out.

When it started hurting you thought you'd tough it out, figuring he'd be done soon. Then he kept going. And going. And hurting.

"Pumpkin..." You managed to mutter.

Slash's hand came down on your ass again. "Say it again, bitch, louder so I can actually hear your whore mouth." He bit.

You bit your lip, choking back a sob as you tried to get your voice steady. "Pumpkin." You said, hoping your voice was loud enough this time.

It must have been given how fast Slash stopped. He immediately pulled out of you and went to take his belt off your wrists, your body finally getting a break from his abuse.

You curled in on yourself, holding yourself tightly and rolling away from him. "Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's ok... it's ok, c'mere..." He said, voice soft as he laid down beside you, reaching out to pull you closer.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You blurted, your sobs filling the air.

Slash sat up slightly, staring down at you with furrowed brows. "You're sorry?" He asked.

You nodded, another sob racking your body. "I'm sorry, you just-just needed me because you're-you're mad at Axl and I couldn't even be good for you." You cried.

Slash stared a moment longer, slowly shaking his head before getting out of bed. He went to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind himself and making you flinch.

You thought he was mad at you, infuriated even. All he asked was this one little thing of you and you couldn't do it.

You slowly, painfully, sat up and tried to get off the bed. Your legs hurt and you didn't even get to your feet before a hand pushed you back down.

It wasn't harsh, it was just Slash standing over you with a worried look in his eye. He wasn't letting you stand up yet, not when you were crying and hurting, not when it was his fault.

He had a warm, wet cloth in his hand and started wiping you down, cleaning you up while you cried, profusely apologizing to him even after he told you to stop.

Once he was done he tossed the cloth back into the bathroom and went to the closet. He got himself into some shorts and took out a shirt before coming back to put it on you, crawling into bed soon after and pulling you onto his lap.

Slash was never one for comfort, it's not that he didn't want to he just never quite figured out how to do it. He loved you, he did, and he wouldn't let you think otherwise. But in moments when you couldn't help but think otherwise, he never knew what to do.

He'd cleaned you up, told you not to cry, that everything would be ok, he said he loved you, you were in his shirt, in his arms... He picked up the phone on the nightstand and called up your favourite fast food place, ordering you your favourite snacks.

He let out a sigh as he set the phone down, looking at you with a pout and furrowed brows still, walking himself through everything he's done so far and what more there was to do.

"I love you." He said. "I'm sorry for pushing you to say that. There's no reason I ever should've pushed you to say that."

You sniffled softly. "I'm sorry..." You muttered.

"Shut up." He said, not thinking of how harsh it came off until after it left him. "No, don't, keep talking... I like your voice... but stop apologizing, I love you so, so much, alright?" He let out a heavy sigh. Logically he knew he'd said all he could... he never was good with emotions...

"I've got you food coming and you're safe now... What do you want..?" He asked, voice soft as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tighter to his chest.

"You were just angry and... I know you weren't angry at me..." You started.

"You don't believe what I said, do you?" He asked, not letting you finish your thought. Your silence was enough of an answer for him. "I didn't mean those things... I never mean those things..." He said.

"It doesn't feel like it..." You muttered.

Slash exhaled deeply. "I'm sorry, love." He said, the name sending something of comfort to you. "I never meant to hurt you like that, you didn't deserve it..." He kissed your cheek and temple, holding your hands in his.

He thought for a moment before resting his chin on your shoulder. "I love you..." He said softly. You gave a small nod but didn't say anything so he said it again. "I love you." He said it louder this time. "I love your eyes, your cheeks and your nose... I love your hair, I love how you smell..." He let out a soft breath, noticing how your body relaxed at his words. "I love your body, not because of how you make me feel but I love it because you are so beautiful and I don't always deserve you."

You looked back at him at that. Of course you thought he deserved you, you loved him that was enough, wasn't it? "I love you in every way, darling... I love your voice and I love your opinions and I love your cooking and I love everything you do for me and I love you more than I can say, you understand?"

You nodded, leaning back into him. He smiled and started placing kisses all over your face. "So, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna hold you and tell you how much I love you and when food gets here you're going to eat it because you need to eat and then we're going to bed and tomorrow I will bring you breakfast in bed. You're not leaving the room for the next week, either... I need to remind you how important you are and I can't do that if you're out there cleaning the house or something."

You chuckled softly at his willingness to really go this far.

Slash might not be the best when it came to dealing with others emotions or expressing his own emotions, but one things for sure; Ola raised one hell of a guy, and, if you really felt the need, you could call her and she'd be right over to set him straight. And he knew that.

[riddler-green]

Tea for three. 1

Summary: Flood consequences.

A/n: holaaa! Hellooo!!!1 I hope you have a great day, it took me a while to update because I came back from summer vacation and went back to college. Also start a Flufftober! (My AO3 ✮⋆˙)

With nothing more to comment, enjoy! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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You looked at the ceiling of your cell while lying on your bed, wanting to distract yourself as much as possible from your current situation before falling into despair. 

You thought this might apply to a psychological experiment of some sort and you are the test subject, how long will you last between two psychotic neighbors whose vocal cords can't seem to get enough?

You estimate an hour before you finally scream out of annoyance.

But just as a possible psychological experiment can also be torture, the two didn't shut up for quite some time, the Joker laughed while your other neighbor sobbed making pitiful noises. You can't believe this is the same guy who made that whole malevolent spectacle.

You peeked your head out earlier and there you saw him, lying in the corner of the doorway where you can see him, his face swollen with tears, his expression shattered. It had to be him, there was no doubt that it was the same man, the one who terrorized everyone, lying like that, as if he hadn't done everything he did.

It was strange to see him like that, like he was sorry for what he did but you know that's a slight possibility. 

You close your eyes about to sleep when you hear the voice of the Joker, speaking in a way you had not heard him speak before, with a gentle voice comforting your other neighbor. 

It was not a dream, you heard it perfectly, he said a riddle to your other neighbor, for what purpose? 

That sounded somewhat comforting to Riddler, as he stops crying and gives a few small laughs at the riddle. 

You listened to the small interaction with an uneasy feeling, you kept silent in all those hours, hiding your presence.

You wish you didn't have nightmares tonight.

A week after the flood was indescribable, so fast but still the hours were just as slow, a lot of lost personnel, and security guards asked for days off to clean up their own lives, and some people disappeared in the waves of the city. You saw it all from your new cell, you managed to see the security screens with the news already on, the guards themselves needed to know what was happening instantly. Since the Joker was transferred to another cell for almost killing a nurse, the hours have been quieter. 

You saw him being led by several guards, he took his time to say goodbye to your neighbor and you, as he turned towards the cells, his haggard face gleaming, his smile rotten.

You want to talk to someone about it, but no one is available, your therapist's apartment was completely flooded and he was given a few weeks, on the other hand, Jonathan must be in Bludhaven, you're not that worried about him since he was fortunately out of town when all this happened, but still a part of you just wishes he was okay wherever he is.

Throughout that week, the news was devoted to showing the progress of the city's recovery, showing the heroic deeds of the Bat. When you wake up the first thing you do is look through the door at the morning news, see what Batman had done.

You saw reports of him saving too many people, you learned that he put your neighbor's supporters in their place in Bella Real's speech as the new mayor. You doubted Batman was the hero most said he was, but seeing him helping people made you change your opinion of him a bit.

Just a little bit. 

The news was your only entertainment these days, they didn't even let you go out to the library or other spaces except the showers, you understand, that the hard blow that the city received also had repercussions in the hospital, and you fear that the little peace you had achieved in these months will go down the drain for another patient with as much fame as the Joker. 

There was no worse punishment than this weird isolation imposed on you and perhaps all the other patients as a curfew to calm the waters and have less work. 

You haven't wanted to interact with your only neighbor so far, you don't know him, you have no idea how evil he can be so you leave him alone and he also doesn't seem to acknowledge your existence. In the evenings he would cry, for a few hours, and he wasn't so outrageous that you could reproach him for anything, it sounded like he was trying to be as quiet as possible but you still heard him.

It was a mix of emotions, your moral conscience spun and spun like a hamster wheel in search of an answer. As much as you heard the man cry seeing him like that didn't take away from the fact that he is still dangerous. Serial killers are notorious for having a lack of empathy, he proved that point when he did that twisted game with Batman. Now, he's just another Arkham patient like you, he no longer has his mask or his people, he's left alone.

You've watched him through the glass of your door, you've witnessed his daily routine of crying, you don't say anything to him. You just watch him analyzing every single thing he does when he stands in that corner near the door.

You felt like in your college days, already graduated and working. You saw too many people in that same state as your neighbor is now, sadness and crying is normal for human beings. But to say that the man you are looking at lamenting falls under the word "normal" is wrong.

You can't help but have that clinical eye even though you no longer need it, the reaction to his imprisonment is rather curious in your opinion. His capture was supposed to have already been established, so why is he crying? out of regret? out of fear? 

Before you could make any further progress in deciphering your neighbor, you were transferred to your previous cell, where you were better off. When they took you out you saw him out of the corner of your eye, he also looked at you, his face pressed against the glass, with his eyes open, you could only see him for a few seconds before the guards forced you to walk, that minimal interaction they had was strange, they did not speak at all, but his expression was communicating something. Did he know that you had been watching him all these days?

A month has passed since the flood caused by The Riddler, and half of the city has been successfully cleaned up, but the aftermath of the masked killer's anger has yet to be healed. 

You have seen the slow but sure progress through the window of your previous cell, the one you have called home on the nights when loneliness affects you the most, this time you can be more at ease knowing that you have no neighbors who could kill you if you are careless.

Through the window you saw the city of Gotham, the same city you haven't set foot in almost a year, you see the reconstructions of the bridges and where the bombs exploded, as the people trying to live their lives as if nothing had happened, walking between the big puddles, wearing rain boots up to their knees and covered with raincoats. 

You hear someone calling you from the door of your cell, you are so entertained with the panorama of the city that you don't even hear the first time they call you.

The second time your call sounds louder and you turn around in surprise, at the door there is a nurse with an envelope in his hand, you take a few steps through your cell and reach the nurse, but he keeps silent while he hands you an envelope with something inside through the crack of the cell door, the nurse leaves without saying anything, you thank him quietly grabbing the envelope and looking at it between your hands.

It's a simple yellowish-colored envelope with some wrinkles, you quickly open the envelope and take out what's inside.

"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" you whisper in bewilderment at the cover of the book that was inside the envelope, a certainly unusual book with a colorful exterior with the five iconic characters walking down the yellow path, you found the drawings on the cover so fascinating that you almost forgot the most important part which is to look inside the book for a message. 

On the first title page, you read Jonathan's neat, fine cursive handwriting.

Appearances can be deceiving. 

Below the short sentence is his signature with the first initial of his name.

It doesn't bother you, his dedications are usually that frank, they usually have to do with the content of the works he gives you, maybe he said it for the Wizard of Oz? Why was he a phony? 

However you are touched by the gift, you return to your bed to start the new book in your hands, leaving the window and its view.

You hear Mr. M sigh for the third time, you want to ask him if he is okay but he is the therapist, and you are not. So you just keep silent closing your eyes and lying on the new couch in his office. You turned your head to look at him as he continued to write down whatever he was working on, you could see his tiredness, and his eyelids with dark circles under his eyes were noticeable, however, he remained level-headed but not trapped in his stoic appearance.

His stiffness is still there, but his posture is calmer, and the speed with which he writes also becomes slow and smooth, different from the small sounds of his pen moving fluidly when he gave you psychotherapy before the disaster.

There was an awkwardness in the air, apparently you only perceive it that way, Mr. M keeps writing, and you keep seeing him, maybe…

"Things are getting back to how they used to be..." your voice sounds a little hoarse due to the lack of speech these past few days, since you were isolated due to the flood talking to your therapist didn't sound so bad anymore.

"So it seems" he comments to you in a reflective voice without looking at you but acknowledges your comment, you change your lying position to a sitting one, the feel of the texture of the couch is so nice that if you continued lying down you would fall asleep.

You continue to analyze Mr. M, no words are needed to communicate something, and unexpectedly it calmed you to see your therapist in a different state than his professional and robotic self, the consequences of his private life were shown through his small gestures.

"Are you all right?" you ask without thinking too much, Mr. M is surprised to hear you stop writing to raise his head and look at you "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking".

You nod your head at his answer even though you don't believe him, your interest remains but you don't insist. Slowly you get up from the couch to stretch your legs, the handcuffs on your wrists make contact with your skin as usual, your therapist puts down his tablet with documents and starts to look at you in silence. You walk to your favorite spot, the window of his office.

"Will I ever get out of here?" is a question you ask yourself every day when a crippling pessimism clouding your vision makes you want to hide in your bed, or when you witness the sunrises from your tiny cell window. But since the flood, those rays of hope you once had of one day getting out of Arkham are gone.

"I would like to think that at some point you will be able to complete your reintegration process, but that decision is made by different people" You hear his pen coming into contact with his notepads again, as you go back to your routine of watching the scenery.

You sigh, it was a good answer but it wasn't what you wanted to hear, again "the isolation is getting to me" you declare bitterly, leaving behind the silent treatment you once gave Mr. M.

"You will return to your lucrative activities as soon as possible, in addition to the fact that visits have already been enabled again."

No one visits you, that's a truth that hurts you, you're pretty sure Batman won't be visiting you for a long time, he must be too busy cleaning up a whole city. 

"Will I be able to go back to the library?" you stop looking out the window to look at your therapist, and you see him smile kindly (something that happens very rarely).

"Of course," he replies.

Some books in Arkham's "library" have never been read, or well, touched so to speak, there are books whose pages are completely stuck together and covered in dust, with the pages a brownish color. 

In your hands is one of that style, it's a children's crossword book, you estimate about three hundred pages just by looking at it, the pages remain hard and difficult to use but nothing you haven't seen before.

You try to dust it off with the sleeve of your uniform, you don't care if you end up with dirt on your clothes if it's the price to pay for being in the library again. If it weren't for the fact that there were more people in the room than you, you would have jumped for joy at the sight of the bookshelves you missed so much.

Speaking of people, you were amazed when you entered the room to see what other prisoners were visiting the library. You kept a low profile by ducking your head and moved nimbly between bookcases to keep away from the other patients who were doing their own thing.

Back to the book, it is a valuable treasure, because despite its condition, all the crossword puzzles are blank, a rare occurrence, as usually books are scratched with dedications or phrases written between pages, after all, Arkham books are donated.

You smile as you place your discovery on the book cart to be ordered, but suddenly, a screeching sound makes you almost throw the book on the floor with fright.

It was a scream of pain, you left your cart to discreetly head towards the source of the scream. You poke your head through a bookcase to see an unexpected scene.

Two patients fighting, something that happens all too often, yet you find it peculiar that no guard has separated them yet. 

You watch silently as the confrontation happens, a patient threatening with his fist and another guy who tries to defend himself, you do not know what to do, in situations like these it is best not to interfere, Arkham patients are different from each other, but all are a box of surprise that you do not know what awaits you.

You recognize one of them, making your blood run cold, the man who was defending himself with his arms is none other than the fucking Riddler.

You frowned at the memory, and now that you see him without the glass of your cell separating them you contemplate his appearance in detail, glasses with a broken lens, his baggy uniform, and no doubt you notice his height, from your cell you couldn't help but notice how tall he is.

You don't recognize the other patient who looks with uncontrollable rage at the Riddler, his fist still threatening him, he speaks looking directly at him, you don't manage to hear his conversation but you don't like what might happen.

You conflict with yourself, go forward or backward, you tell yourself that you should walk away and ignore the fight, but, that empathic part of you is still alive despite the injustices that fate has dealt you.

"Hey!" you speak loudly, you take a few slow steps, the two turn to see you and you almost regret having spoken, the angry face of the unknown patient does not go away, but that does not stop you from moving towards them, now that you have the aggressive patient's attention you are not going to waste them "Could you stop fighting? guards do not get nice when there are disputes" your negotiating skills were rusty and you realized it when you talked to them, that's what happens for being alone for so many days. 

You see the patient's face getting angrier and angrier, you have dealt with people with anger issues, but this is very different, you don't know this person or the reasons for his stay in Arkham, at any moment he can attack you but you just don't falter your gaze, yes, he intimidating you but he must not know that.

"And who are you?" he speaks annoyed and you open your mouth to introduce yourself but he interrupts you "Ah, I know you" his irritation changes with a sarcastic smile and he moves closer to you.

"I-" you try to say something but again he interrupts you "You're Crane's pet, aren't you?" he asks letting out a laugh, your words die in your mouth as you process what he said, you take his words off guard.

What did he just say?"

"No" you reply in bewilderment, the patient's smile growing as he hears your curt reply.

"Okay" he raises his palms in surrender but his look full of madness unsettles you, he quickly turns to look at the riddle still lying on the ground "This isn't over, freak" he points his finger at him with a threatening tone, and walks away from you, you let out a held sigh when you have lost sight of him.

You direct your eyes to the man lying on the floor, his face says only one thing: surprise. It looked like his green eyes were going to pop out of his wide-open ones, the two of you remain in an awkward silence until you approach him offering your hand. 

He hesitates for a few seconds to grab your hand, but he takes it, without saying anything you help him up, and without waiting for him to say anything you walk away with your back to him. 

You don't want to get involved with a man like the Riddler, someone so popular and hated, you wouldn't be surprised if everyone is plotting something very horrible for him, as they say, prisons can be a real hell. Arkham is many things, a psychiatric hospital, a prison for criminals, or the perfect place to do your clinical internship. 

But you saved him from that patient, and you still can't find the reason why you helped him, you tell yourself it's just a matter of principle.

On your way back to your book cart, which is still intact, you can't stop thinking about what that patient told you.

<Crane's pet>

You thought the friendly "relationship" you have with Jonathan was discreet but from what you see it's not, so that's what they call you? How do they make fun of you? Calling you in a derogatory way Jonathan Crane's pet. Deep inside you feel that sometimes that's what you are to him, that insecure part that grows from the lack of human contact, Jonathan is a renowned person both in Arkham and Gotham, you're just a patient, why would he want to be your friend? 

You haven't seen him in weeks and that's starting to distress you, you only know he's still alive because of the book he gave you, but you don't know if the flood also affected him. It's the first time since you were locked up that you haven't seen him in a long time, and although you don't want to admit it, it's affecting you. 

You miss him.

You miss his visits, the times he seeks you out to see you and chat about trivial things. Despite Jonathan's firm attitude, you consider him as a confidant, your best friend, maybe something more.

All the while you stare at the doors waiting for him to come in in one of his stupidly fancy outfits and ask you how you've been doing. You pick up another old book and wipe it off with your uniform, the excess dust making you sneeze. You leave the book in its place to rub your nose, while hoping your sneeze doesn't mean a possible cold, you don't notice other person watching you from afar. 

You almost trip over your own feet walking towards the visiting room, you can barely lift your eyelids and see the path clearly, a guard behind you guides you with a firm hand on the chain of your handcuffs, leading you as fast as possible towards your destination. They woke you up in the middle of the night, you're not clear on the reason, they just said they require your presence urgently, you curse in your mind as they open the metal door to the visiting room, having an idea of who your visitor might be.

When you enter the room the first thing you see is him and you make an angry sound, the guard forces you into the room and you reluctantly obey. You didn't even notice when the guard who accompanied you left.

"What are you doing here?" you ask the man in the other room closing your eyes from the glow of the lamp, you reach for the metal chair and sit down, the man across the room watches your little movement in silence "What time is it? Couldn't you wait until in the morning or something?" you continue complaining opening your eyes adjusting to the light. The night knight hasn't uttered anything since you arrived, his mysterious aura was something that intrigued you but now when the guards disturbed your sleep just to see him, you find it a nuisance.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" you ask looking at him with a frown, the faster he finds what he's looking for the faster you'll be in your bed.

"You knew that?" not a ‘hello’, ‘not a how are you?’ he goes straight to the point asking you with an accusatory tone, you look at him with confusion now what is he talking about? 

"Know what?" you squint your eyes, Batman ever so mysterious, he moves closer towards the glass partition and you can see him better, you notice it instantly, there is something different about him, you don't know what it is at first glance, but there is something different.  

"The flood" he pronounced in disgust.

The flood? you repeat to yourself, not believing that what he said was indeed real "You think I had something to do with that?" you question him perplexed by the conclusion he came to, without you realizing it you start scratching your wrists from the itching of the handcuffs. 

"What you told me" he speaks with a serious tone "Made a lot of sense." 

"And because of that I'm already an accomplice?" you're still confused, does he think you have anything to do with it?

The first time you saw the Riddler was when he was crying in his cell, nothing else.

He kept silent examining you as if he didn't know what to say, thinking deeply about his next words. 

"You wanted my perspective and I gave it to you, that was all" You defend yourself looking for his gaze between his mask and his eyes covered with black dust, you thought he had changed, that after seeing him through a screen as a routine he would change. 

Silence.

"I didn't know" you speak quickly, the sleep in your body has drained and the shock comes, this is not how it was supposed to be the next time you would see the masked man after so many days of seeing him on the news "I'm telling you the fucking truth" you clarify again, his silence starts to make you nervous, you sigh lowering your head looking at your hands wrapped around each other, the irritated skin stays there, you raise your head to face the coldness of the dark knight again.

"Listen Batman" you speak to him with your voice returning to normal "I don't know what made you think it would be a good idea to ask me if I did or not" You give a long groan and continue "But your visits are never just to ask me stupid questions, there's always a reason, so spit it out."

Batman takes a seat and you hear his combat boots clacking in the room, his suit would look almost perfect if it weren't for some mud stains on his cape and gloves.

"The scarecrow knew it."

You make a grimace showing your discomfort, just hearing that nickname for the person who ruined your life makes you shudder, you just can't get used to hearing it, let alone saying it, as if it were a cursed name that just by naming it something bad would happen to you. Over time you have tried to overcome that fear, but in the context of this precise moment, where Batman talks about him scares you so much that you keep your hands in the pockets of your uniform.

"How do you know that?" you stutter your words.

"Riddler's apartment was seized along with all his computers" he informs you turning to look you straight in the eyes "Conversations between the two of them were found" he doesn't bring a folder with him, the more you listen to what he tells you your face gets paler and paler "Scarecrow was aware of what was going to happen and gave him his help".

At Batman's statement, you were provoked by absolute regret, that a man with broken glasses and an ordinary appearance was interacting with your worst enemy, and you defended him.

You shouldn't have done it, if you had known, you would have ignored it. 

"You still think he and I are some kind of team?" you can't help but be offended every time Batman insinuates that you're related to the scarecrow-masked man.

"Are they?".

You lose your patience when you see his seriousness, you can't stand that he treats you this way, an undignified treatment where he looks at you with great prejudice, you are not a monster, but why does he look at you as if you were?

"NO!" you shout "How many times do I have to tell you that man ruined my life, Batman?" you don't care if you look like a maniac, the person in front of you managed to disappoint you, again. "I saw you on the news did you know that? they kept talking about you, how excellent you are, the new hope of Gotham" You get up from your metal seat and approach the glass that separates them, and the man in the dark suit approaches in the same way.

"But you're nothing but a failure" you whisper to him with a frown "Face it Batman!" you raise your voice in anger, you point your finger at him touching the glass "You locked up the wrong person, the Scarecrow is still free harming this city and I'm still here!"You can see Batman practically biting his tongue in frustration, you stop your tirade in surprise at the masked man's willingness to listen to you, he had never stopped to do so before, walking away when you got angry, or insulting you when he was in a bad mood.

"You should have caught him instead of me."

The watchman avoids your gaze, lowering his eyes, you thought he would say nothing and leave "Sorry" he apologizes softly but you hear him and shake your head at his curt apology, all the while you dreamed of the day when the man he put you in Arkham would repent for the mistake he made, but now that it is reality and not a dream you perceive that those apologies are no longer necessary.

"I don't want your forgiveness," you tell him taking a seat back in the metal chair, scratching your neck and feeling the cold metal "What I want is Justice". 

He listens attentively to your request and slowly moves away from the light of the room, his suit makes him blend in with the walls, but you saw how he opened the door and left the room without saying anything.

You saw him go, he didn't say goodbye and you didn't expect him to either.

You can't sleep.

No matter how hard you try to fall asleep it just doesn't work, not when the ‘argument’ you had with the city's savior filled you with uncertainty and sadness. 

Even though you hated to see him, he was one of the few people who visited you, one of the few people you interacted with. It's complicated, so complex that even you don't know how you feel about him, all the time you stress the hostility you feel when talking to him, but there is also that melancholy when he doesn't come to see you. 

Before you were locked up, you held Batman in high esteem, at the time he was an unknown in the eyes of the city, a rookie vigilante, but now... 

You don't know what to feel anymore.

Hate, resentment, grief, admiration, all of these are what you feel when you think of the man you saw rescue so many people, a jumble of emotions that you hate to experience firsthand.

You hug the last book that Jonathan gave you, and the sun's rays say good morning while you just look at the emptiness, you just want to rest after facing Batman in the face.

Maybe you have become brave.

Brave? you? you smile as you consider that, that adjective fits Jonathan better, he is, not to the point of being a fearless giver of all, but he doesn't blink in a panic situation.

You used to think of Batman as one of the bravest people in the entire city for taking the risk of fighting crime by himself, however, at this point, he can't even stand to be in the same room as you without running away from you for the wrong he did to you.

Someone knocks on your cell door and you look up to see who the heck came to visit you so early in the morning.

"Good morning" Jonathan greets you by opening your cell door with his worker card, when he enters your cell he closes the door without a second thought, and quickly you get up from your bed and run to him.

"Jonathan!" you greet ecstatic and excited to see him after so long, without thinking of the consequences you hug him forgetting that he is a worker and you are a patient, you hear him let out a soft laugh as he accepts your embrace and wraps his arms with yours.

"Looks like someone missed me," Jonathan tells you and you feel his happiness when he talks to you and he hugs you, he takes you in your arms for a few more seconds before he pulls you apart, and the two of you look into each other's eyes, you swear you almost started crying right there, god, how you missed him.

"How are you? are you okay? were you here when the flood happened?" you blurt out several questions looking at him with concern, you realize he is still the same as the last time you talked, his smile is barely noticeable but you notice the sparkle in his blue eyes, he missed you too? 

"I'm fine, all this time I was in Bludhaven, I just got back to Gotham and..." he takes the time to finish his sentence but you beat him to it "Crazy, right?" you smile bringing out your bubbly side, with Jonathan by your side it's easier to smile and joke.

"It's a mess," he says raising a hand to stroke your head slowly "How are you? Tell me what you've done". 

Instead of answering him that there is not much you can do when you are locked up in Arkham, you are left wondering how to tell him the events of the month. You enjoy his hand on your head "It's a long story" you tell him and he stops touching you heading over to your bed to sit with one leg elevated and resting on the other.

"I have time," Jonathan said adjusting his glasses and waiting for you to take a seat next to him on your stiff bed.

You hesitated at first, it is not right for workers to interact in such a casual way with patients, that was made very clear to you since your first year of university, but it seems that Jonathan does not fit that rule, from the first time you met him you realized that he is not a common Arkham psychologist either, nor does he compare to Mr. M in both respect and popularity. So you put those thoughts aside and sit comfortably next to Jonathan.

"The first days after the flood were a nightmare" you start to tell your version and Jonathan looks at you with attention "Beyond the fact that they didn't let us go out to any corner of the hospital, the worst was when they transferred me to a cell next to the Joker and the Riddler," you say lowering your eyes but not your head remembering the few days you were there.

Jonathan doesn't seem surprised by what you said "So you met him" he comments and you nod your head taking your new colorful book, no more context is needed to know he was referring to the Riddler, the fresh new clinical case to study "What do you think?".

"I don't know," you tell him the truth since you found out that man knew the scarecrow you can't see him the same way "I don't want to talk about him".

"Why?".

You stopped looking at the book to see him, you know that tone in his voice, that voice he uses when he is working, but honestly, at what point is he not psychoanalyzing you? 

"Batman visited me, he told me himself that he and you-know-who worked together" you confessed censoring the name of the other criminal, Jonathan notices it "The Scarecrow" he stresses adjusting his glasses from the end pieces.

You give him an affirmative murmur distracted with your book, Jonathan doesn't stop being that scrupulous man even though most of the time he will treat you as a friend, he keeps trying to apply his therapy techniques so that you will try to overcome your fear of the scarecrow, which you don't like. 

"It makes sense" Jonathan looks down to see the same thing you are looking at "You know it can't hurt you anymore," he says to you in a low voice to reassure you, you shake your head, and you find no comfort in his words.

Even if he were free and you locked up he stays alive in your nightmares.

When you realize that the two of you fell into a comfortable silence in which Jonathan examined every corner of your cell, you speak again "Thank you very much for the book" You change the subject by picking up the children's story, the man next to you smiles.

"You're welcome" Jonathan accepts the change of conversation, but you are aware that his attention to your phobias is not over at all "Do you know why I gave it to you?" he asks you, and your animated demeanor returns.

"Let me guess, it must be because of the deep psychological significance each character has and their journey through Oz" you reply in a feigned voice full of pretentiousness.

Jonathan smiles but doesn't laugh, he points his finger at the cover of the book "I just wanted you to know that there are good scarecrows" You see his finger touch the image of the jolly straw man smiling next to Dorothy, you open your eyes starting to laugh.

"I know there are good scarecrows" You gradually stop laughing. "But I know there are bad too" You gently touch the cover of the book, it's nothing more than a children's story full of fantasy, in your mind you wish things hadn't ended up like this.

You turned your eyes towards Jonathan sitting so elegantly, at least you are no longer alone in this hospital.

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Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 5x22

Read the rest of the series here

This one was hard for me to write. Al’s death was so sad to me and they expressed the emotions so well in the show. This came out a little awkward to me but I rewrote it from scratch at least four times so I’m just going with what I got so I can move on to the next chapter.

FYI the gathering scene happened in a deleted scene and I suggest if you haven’t seen it, check it out. Sometimes I think I’m making up the Burgstead chemistry and then I see things like that and I’m like there was something there they just needed to change away from the obvious direction.

Kim couldn’t stop staring at Al’s desk. She still couldn’t believe her partner was gone. It may have had a rough start but Alvin Olinsky had been a great partner. He was loyal to a fault and had taught her so much in the short time they had been paired together. In the job, but also in life. Now all that was left of him was his desk full of things.

A desk Voight had told her to pack up.

Kim had tried she had taken the box over to his desk and wrote his name on it with a black Sharpie, but she couldn’t touch his stuff. She had been making up excuses to herself all day about why she couldn’t. Now she had none left.

Kim felt a strong familiar hand squeeze her shoulder. She tucked and rolled into the muscled chest of her best friend wrapping her arms around him, clinging to his support. Kevin held her tightly like he had when she had folded over in grief when Voight had walked into the waiting room a small shake of his head changing their lives forever. She had sobbed into his chest until the numbness took over then centered herself to help the team find who had been behind Al’s murder.

Her and Kevin’s friendship had always been solid. They had made fast friends when they were paired for patrol and somewhere along the line, they had become family. An older brother that she had never thought to ask for but desperately needed in her life. He didn’t ask her if she was okay. None of them were and wouldn’t be for the foreseeable future. But they had each other to lean on. That support is what would keep them all from falling apart.

The unit was gathering tonight to honor Al that night and Kevin offered to drive her. It was cold and dark all of them parking in a deserted lot near the river. Kim was shaky and wrung out and didn’t complain when Kevin lifted her to sit on the hood of his car while the rest of them stood. She just crosses her legs and takes a generous pull of the beer she is offered. Her head is still aching from the wine she drank before they got the call but she feels too raw to cope with her grief sober.

Jay snags another beer and tries to make his choice to lean on the car Kim is sitting on look natural, not worried. The whole team had been lingering around each other but Kim especially. She had lost her partner. Jay watched her throughout the night as everyone talked, telling stories about Al and drinking. Pouring some on the ground for their fallen friend.

Jay had slowly slid close to her. One of her thighs was now pressed against his hip and he had a hand resting in front of her crossed legs. Kim had been swaying on her perch and he wanted to make sure he could grab her if she started to slide. Between the lack of sleep and Kim only taking a bite of the sub he had bought her for lunch, the alcohol was hitting her harder than usual. She was also unusually quiet.

Trudy tells a final story of Al recommending her a Marconian restaurant after he had been shot in the leg. “His pant leg was soaked in blood, and I go Al what the hell happened? And he looks at me with that calm expression and goes yeah, I got shot. And I go you got shot why didn’t you say anything? And he’s just standing there with that Al face of his and say I just didn’t want to bother anybody. And that was Alvin Olinsky the most loyal, toughest, best cop and friend there ever was.” Everyone calls his name and dumps more beer onto the ground.

Everyone lingers for a few more minutes before starting to pack everything up. Kevin turns to head back to his car to get Kim down and drop her back off at her apartment since he had been her ride here. His eyes catch Jay helping her slide down off the hood, his hand catching around her waist as stumbles when her shoes hit the ground. Kevin notices how Jay’s hands linger just a little too long. Kim doesn’t seem to mind. She is still standing in his space, her arms sliding around his shoulders for a hug. Her face pressed into his neck as she sinks into him. It’s too intimate to be friendly.

Kevin looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the exchange but everyone seemed to still be busy with packing everything up. When he turns back, they have separated. He moves towards them. “You ready to go?” He asks Kim. Her tired red-rimmed eyes find his. Then she briefly glances up at Jay before going back to his.

“I got her man, I’ll take her home. I know it’s out of the way for you.” Kevin raised an eyebrow at him.

“Isn’t your house on the other side of town too?”

“Yeah, but I need to stop by Will’s anyways.” There are so many things off about the situation. Jay going to his brothers at almost three in the morning? The fact he is pretty sure that even if he was going to see him, Will lived near Jay, not Kim. Kevin thinks about pushing. He looks down at Kim who is bundled up and staying close to Jay’s side to try to keep out of the chill of the wind. This wasn’t the time or place to figure out where or who his best friend had been spending her nights with.

“Alright, thanks, man.” He gave Kim a pointed look, “You call me if you need anything okay?” Kim nodded, stepping forward to hug him. Kevin watched Jay open his truck door for her and make sure she got in safely before closing the door. The scene caused his mind to start thinking about the pair's exchanges over the last few months. He knew he had seen a change in Jay and Kim’s friendship, they were a lot closer. Kevin hadn’t found it too strange. The two had spent a lot of time paired up when Haliey had been UC. They had made a good team, and Voight had been pairing them up more. Of course, they would have gotten closer. But Kevin wondered if with the craziness of the last few months he had missed something big and glaring- a budding relationship. Kevin had always been supportive of her relationship even when they did blur personal and work lines.

So why hadn’t Kim told him?

The last forty-eight hours had been draining and the two drove home in silence. Jay kept glancing over to see if the brunette had finally succumbed to her exhaustion. Her brown eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused but she was still stubbornly awake. When they got to his apartment Kim took off her coat and beelined for the couch. He watched her lift the blanket and search around the living room.

He knew what she was looking for. When he walks back to the living room, she is curled up on the couch leaning against the arm hugging a pillow to her chest. Her gaze sluggishly finds his and a smile finds her lips when he holds out his navy sweatshirt. She discards the pillow to reach for it. It barely touches her fingertips and she is pulling it on. Kim inhaled but was disappointed to find it only smelt like the detergent and not Jay. He must have just washed it.

Jay sat with her offering her the glass in his hand. The water was cold and when it hit the back of her throat, she realized how thirsty she was. She made quick work of it until there were just ice cubes clanging in the bottom of the glass. “Come on, let’s go lay down.”

“I just want to sit here for a while.”

So, they did. The two curled up together, turning on a random channel they didn’t watch. Jay's mind kept going back to Al. How was Intelligence going to run without him? How was Jay going to go on without him? Al was always watching out for him. He had his back when it came to guns and bullets or cases that got too close or PTSD flare-ups. He cared about Jay, not just as a follow detective, but as a person. Al made sure Jay was okay and centered when bad cases took over his life and reminded him that he was more important to him than the work he did. He was a straight talker, known to call everyone out on their bullshit. Now he was gone. All Jay had were memories and what Al had taught him. And damn was life too short to let fear get in the way or to lie to yourself.

Jay scrubbed his hand down his face catching a few of the silent tears he couldn’t stop. His gaze went down to the brunette in his arms. He had been deliberating and thinking things through for months now. And for what? He already knew what he wanted.

He pressed a kiss to Kim's forehead, “I want this.” Kim tilted back to look at him. His blue eyes were red-rimmed but intense. Kim searched them feeling her heart expand in her chest, the coldness broken by waves of warm emotions. “I want you. I don’t want to hide what we are doing anymore. I want an official relationship- Sign the disclosure papers at work, kiss you in public, and tell our friends and family- official. Life is too short and I’m sorry it took me so long but baby I’m all in.”

Kim is silent, her face is unreadable and for a second dread fills Jay’s chest. It didn’t last as her lips found his. It was tender and soft. Her smile was tired as she ran her hand along his jaw. “You know life is a complete mess right now, right? My sister spiraling and Zoey. And Al- work is going to be-” Her breath catches painfully in her chest. The thought of going back to the Intelligence bullpen to sit across from an empty desk was heartwrenching. Her partner was gone. He cupped her cheek palm resting against her neck, thumb stroking her jaw.

“I know, but we have each other.” Kim leans forward to kiss him again a gentle peck. She pulls back to burrow into the space between his neck and shoulder. He drops a lingering kiss on her forehead adjusting so she can sink farther into him. Jay runs his fingers through her hair. It doesn’t take much longer for her to fall asleep. He flips the TV off preparing himself for a night on the couch, not willing to risk waking her. He rests further back on the couch and lets himself feel everything he'd been suppressing all day roll over him.

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Judgment by Fallen Angel / Chapter 4 - Miserable Sheep

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Alec: "I think I heard it from this building… I'll take a peek from the window over there. Alright... Ahh…

Someone's there... What…? Why is that man holding a bloody knife–"

Rancher: "Good grief.  Suddenly I got ordered to prepare a lamb… those noblemen are such slave-drivers. Come on, get yourself over here."

Lamb: "Baa~"

Alec: "Aah...! That's…"

Lato: "Alec! Don't do it....!"

Rancher: "Hmm? Just now, outside the window… …I must have Imagined it. Well, let's get this over with."

Alec: (Big bro Lato...! Buchi is… Buchi is going to…)

Lato: (Alec… Cover your ears and look only at my face.)  (You are dreaming now. Bad dreams will be forgotten in the morning.)  (Come on... go back to bed and you will wake up from this dream in no time.)

Alec: (Uuh… Big bro Lato...)

Lato: " 'He left the ranch, taking his brother in his arms.' 'They could hear the crying sound of a lamb bleating in their ears the whole time.' "

[Forest in front of the Orphanage]

Mother: "I see... You've had a rough time with it... Poor thing. But that's the truth of this world.

As long as it's born as a sheep, it has to accept its fate. And in doing so, to sate the humans… is its destiny for life.

Don't ever forget that… both of you. Now, go to sleep. You must be tired tonight."

Lato: "All right… Mother…"

Alec: "Sobs.... Ugh.... Kuh…"

Lato: " 'As long as you were born a sheep… you have no choice but to accept your fate.' 'That may be true in one respect, but…'

'What the boys didn't realize at the time was that they were also nothing more than sheep being herded at the so-called orphanage.'

'The fact that the woman they loved as their mother thought they were nothing more than livestock,' 'to be sold off as sacrifices, and subjected to suffer the pain more horrific than death, day after day…'

'I would rather accept such sufferings as the truth,' 'and that the entire human existence should be destroyed…' 'Then, there would be no more suffering children.'

'That's why I think... we should destroy the human race.' "

Fennesz: "............. Uh…hm…"

> (Impressive acting skills...) > (This is an act… right?)

Fennesz: " That's… right… If there were no humans... There would be no more unhappy humans in the first place... In order to prevent any more unhappy people, maybe it would be better for humanity to perish.' "

Berrien: "Fennesz...? Um... I thought your role was to 'protect humans'...."

Muu: "You were completely on the side of 'destroying humans'..."

Fennesz: "Wah! I-I'm sorry. I was so caught up in Lato's performance that I just couldn't help but… Uuh~ I tried to come up with my own reasons why we should save the human race, but.... I'm not sure if it's convincing enough to overturn Lato's current argument… I… have low self-confidence…  I'm prone to negative thoughts...."

Miyaji: "Hmm. Well, in that case... I'll trade you my 'destroy humans' role."

Fennesz: "What... Are you sure, Mr. Miyaji?"

Miyaji: "Yeah. I don't mind either way."

Fennesz: "I-I see... All right then, I'll take your word for it. I'll play as the angel that will speak next. Hmm… If I want to make my point convincing, like Lato… Yep… Maybe I'll tell that story…"

Berrien: "Well then... Fennesz, when you are ready, please. But again... remember, this is an 'act'."

Fennesz: "R-right. I'll be fine. Uhm… I'll start.

'I agree with Lato.'

'Humans are very selfish... and they are weak creatures.' 'Throughout history, there has hardly been a day in the world without war…'

'Nobles and slaves are both humans, differentiated by social ranks…' 'But even those of the same ranks fight and deceive each other every day.'

'For instance… Once, there lived a slave…' 'The slave was originally from a wealthy family…' 'But he lost his home due to the war. He and his sister were enslaved.' "

............

[Central Land, Slave Cabin]

……….. *whip sounds*

Warder: "Listen, slaves! This is your new home. In a month, a slave market will open. There you will be kept by your new masters."

Slave trader: "By then, you will learn to be polite as slaves. You understand!? If yer called, come here one by one."

Warder: "First we'll start with that old geezer over there. Hurry up!"

Old slave: "Y-yes…"

Fennesz: "Uuh… I never thought this would happen... Sis... What's going to happen to us now?

Fennesz's sister: "Don't worry.... I'm sure we'll manage-... Cough cough…"

Fennesz: "Sis! Are you okay?"

Fennesz's sister: "Umm, yeah. I just choked a little.  Fufu… This room is a bit dusty…"

Fennesz: "Y-yeah, I guess so… (Sis… she looks a lot weaker than she used to…) (It's no wonder, we haven't been eating enough food…) (Now that father and mother are not here anymore.... I have to protect my sister...)

Young-adult slave: "Hey, newcomer. You look worried. But… no need to anymore."

Young slave: "Yeah. We'll all be free soon..."

Fennesz: "Huh… Who are you misters?"

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Twenty Two.

Here it is! The next chapter for my beautiful audience! :D Something tells me you might like it. I hope you do, at least! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One

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Words - 2,162

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Hey, beautiful. So, before my phone interrupted us, I was kinda leading somewhere with what I told you,” he spoke, reaching for her. His face darkened a fraction in confusion when she immediately pulled away, stepping back to put some distance between them.  

“Yeah, you were. But now I’m assuming what began outside was bullshit, if I now overhear you talking to Carmen like that? Are you playing me?” she asked, Manny sighing, rubbing his face with his hand.  

“I’m not, no. You do make me happy. The happiest I’ve ever been,” he confessed, Hannah folding her arms, a gesture of protection, for inside, she churned with nerves.

“You just said to loved her. I’m sorry if this sounds like I’m being unreasonable, I know you have a relationship with her, I know, but that was such a stark contrast, to hear you say that, especially how we’ve been with one another since we arrived. Or longer, if either of us cared to admit it,” she stated.

He took a breath, knowing that things had gone on for much too long, now. If he didn’t act, he knew his worst fear would come true. He’d ruin things with Hannah and leave an atmosphere he didn’t want between them for Lola’s sake.  

“I did, but I don’t feel it, and I think I have to be honest and finally admit it, that I don’t love her anymore. She’d have known something was up, if I just went cold on her like that. I don’t love her, Hannah. I...” This was as far as he could get before she cut him up, her heart thundering in her chest, her mouth drying out with nerves.  

“Then it’s a lie you can easily tell, isn’t it? Because how do I know if I told you how I felt that you’d then be truthful with me? It’s scary, Manny. This whole thing scares me, what we’ve fallen into so easily, with no parameters and no words spoken!”

He frowned, shaking his head. “It shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t it? It scares me so much! I mean, we just fell into this, and we’ve never even discussed what we are, where it’s going, if it is going someplace. And I’m not blaming you, I have my share, I’m fucking terrible when it comes to men and not articulating my feelings, and I don’t want to screw all of this up!”  

She was spiralling hard, and he could see it, reaching for her. “Hannah, come on.”

“No, no! I think I should just go back to my room; let you sit and think on it. I don’t want to ruin this, and I’m scared I will.”

“Don’t do that,” he protested lightly, his voice soft. “Don’t run away. Don’t be scared, darlin’. This ain’t all on you.”

She took a breath, her voice trembling. “I am, though. I am scared.” Walking back to him, she reached for his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “You wanna know what scares me the most, though?” she cried, her voice breaking on the cusp of a sob. “What scares me the most, is walking out of this room, and never again having a man look at me the way you’re looking at me right now.” She backed away again then, her emotions in tumult, shaking her head.  

He walked to her, closing the space, reaching for her face as she has his, his thumb stroking away the tears that had begun to fall. “Then don’t leave, Hannah. You’re good at running away, but you ain’t good at staying, are you?” He rested his forehead to hers, sighing, her hands moving to stroke his neck as she gazed up at him. “Just stay with me. It could all be so simple, if you just stayed here with me tonight.”  

“But... but...” she stammered, Manny shushing her softly, his thumbs shiny with her tears.

“No buts,” he told her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Just truth.” It was no or never, just like he’d told her back when they first met. “I love you. I don’t want her any longer. I just want you. You, me and Lola. That’s all I want in this world.”

“You mean it?”

He held her to him immediately, his arms folding around her. “I’d call her up and end it right now, just to prove it to you, that you’re the one I wanna be with, but I can’t do that to her. You understand that, right? Trust me, though. I’m yours. I know that had to be confusing for you to hear, but you know what Carmen is like. Any slight sense of a shift in my demeanour and she’d spot it, and then give me hell. It wouldn’t be right either. I haven’t been a decent man to her in how I’ve handled any of this, and she deserves the decency of a face-to-face end to our engagement,” He paused, kissing her softly. “I’ll prove it to you, I will. As soon as we get home, I’m calling time on it. I swear to you I will.”

She smiled, shaking her head and covering her face with her hands at seeing his sincerity shining through so clearly. She’d had a lot of cause to be doubtful over men, but Manny, she was, and continued to keep seeing, was never one of them. “I feel like a dick now.”

“No, you ain’t a dick, baby,” he soothed, wrapping her in a hug. “All this, it’s just been a huge mess, but we’ll get it all straight, get ourselves on the road I know we’re meant to be on. We missed what should have been our time, after I first met you, stuff got in the way. I don’t want anything to get in the way now. I just wanna be with my family.”  

She stood there and basked in the happiness of his revelation, something hitting her suddenly, her head shooting up. “Shit! I love you, too! See, I am a dick! I didn’t even say it back, and I do! I really do, and I...”

He silenced her with a kiss, laughing happily against her lips. “I know, Hannah banana. I know you do. Now, stop spiralling, take a breath, and let’s just enjoy a little peace, shall we?” Peace. Over the last year and a half, it was something both of them have sought a little more of, and found within each other at long last, their being together so simple, such a natural fit, even though external complexities still swirled, they took that moment to sink into one another, basking in their love, their hug unbreakable. Well...

“I see you two seem to have sorted out your bullshit, then,” Ed called from the doorway, smiling in approval at the sight. Hannah was a much better fit for his grandson, he thought. “Dinner is ready.” They went out and joined Ed and Rosita, the latter telling Hannah she would drive her out to the farmer’s market with the baby the following day, if she was up early enough being that it was a forty-minute drive each way, while Ed and Manny discussed the young horses the former wanted to get his grandson aboard of.  

In the interests of their early rising endeavours, everyone got an early night, but for Hannah and Manny, it didn’t involve going right to sleep, him venturing into her room, very happy to curl up around her as they lay chatting.

“Hey, what’s with the face?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow, her hand stroking the dark hair flecking his jaw after noticing he suddenly began to look troubled during a lull in their conversation.

He smiled lopsidedly, reaching to wind a section of her hair around his finger. “Carmen. I feel like shit for how I’ve treated her, and now here I am, happiest I’ve ever been, got my girl and my baby and she’s back home thinking everything is cool, when it isn’t. Part of it is selfish, knowing the huge-assed tirade I’ll have coming my way, but the rest is sad for her, because no matter how difficult she’s been, she didn’t deserve any of this.”  

The guilt he was feeling shifted right on over to Hannah then, resting her forehead to his chest with a sigh. “Oh god. I completely blew up your world, didn’t I? If I hadn’t come back, you and she would be still happily looking forward to your wedding, and I came in and wrecked it all!”

“No, no, mamas,” he began, thumb stroking her cheek. “If you hadn’t, then I wouldn’t know that I’m someone’s father, and the fuckin’ happiness Lola has brought to me, I wouldn’t change that for anything. Getting to be with the girl who I was hugely bummed I didn’t hear from after having a one-night stand with her, and never really forgetting about her, too? Biggest bonus ever.”

“Really? You were bummed out that I didn’t call?”

“Hell yeah!” he boomed, cringing suddenly, sitting up and looking over to make sure he hadn’t woken the baby. “I expected that I maybe wouldn’t have for a while, with all the shit you had to sort with Michael, but I secretly kicked myself for weeks that I didn’t get your number too, so I could call you up and pester you into taking you on a date.”

Hannah beamed, leaning to kiss him, their legs entwining as he shifted onto his side, the warmth of his arms folding around her. “Our timing has been so messed up, hasn’t it?”

“Yup.”

His simple confirmation made her laugh softly, falling into kisses with him a second later, those kisses leading exactly where they both anticipated they would. Just under an hour of very quiet sexual fun later, and they were sleeping, Manny rising much earlier than her at 5am, kissing her and telling her to sleep a little longer. She was up an hour after him with the baby, getting herself sorted, eating a quick breakfast of one of Rosita’s delicious homemade scones before the women travelled out to the farmer’s market.  

When they arrived back at 10:50am, Hannah assisted in putting away the many and varied provisions they’d bought, buttering herself a piece of the fresh bread to snack on, Rosita looking after Lola while she walked down to the arena, where Manny looked to be having a time of it aboard a young horse.  

“Stop your damned mess,” he told the horse, who insisted on rearing up. He sat it well, and the buck that followed. “Settle now. Walk on.” A nudge of his heels sent the horse forward, his hands soft in correction when he attempted to jog.  

“You got the olive bread? Don’t hold out,” Ed stated, opening his mouth, an entertained Hannah feeding him the last piece after arriving beside him at the rail. “Oh, that’s good!” he muffled, chewing through the crispy end piece of the olive baton, looking happy. He then nodded out towards his grandson, a pointed finger following. “Did you ever see such a damned natural in the saddle? He’s always been like that, sits quiet on ‘em, but don’t take their messin’ around at all. Nerves of steel, too.”

Hannah smiled, turning to see the pride in Ed’s face as he viewed Manny, walking the horse in a steady circle, quietening him whenever he began to misbehave. “How long has he had a saddle on him?”  

“Three days.” This revelation made her eyes widen in an instant. She continued to watch him, clapping quietly as he was about to ride by.

“You’re so amazing with him! Backed three days ago, and he’s only pitching tiny fits? Wow,” she complimented, Manny smiling, shifting his focus back to the horse as he moved him forward into trot, Ed watching, but keeping his peripherals on Hannah. She was so warm and encouraging of his grandson, such a happy, bright spark. Miles away from the haughty, self-centred Carmen.  

“Oh god!” she exclaimed, the horse spooking at a nearby bird, launching into a fit of bucking, Manny sitting them all nearly, except the last one which threw him right into the front of the saddle, wincing.  

“I hope you’re fine with not having any more kids, darlin’,” he called out, readjusting his position. “Because after that, I ain’t sure I’m gonna be able to give you any.”

“Awww, honey. Did you bang your balls?” she joked, bobbing her tongue between her front teeth.  

“Y’all better be kissing ‘em better. Might help the future child conception if you did.”

Her reply was instant, sharply comedic. “Yeah, we can adopt.”  

Ed was in soft fits at her side, winding an arm around her shoulders. “Yup, I like you, kid. You can stay.”  

As Manny looked back at the sight at the rail, his grandfather so approving of his choice, he was inclined to think exactly the same.  

[kierewrites]

The Supers

navi - masterlist

Dabi x Reader

Mood Song: lost in the fire

Summary: Somehow the world's most feared super villain and the world's most loved super model found their ways into each others lives. And somehow, you were both perfect for each other.

Warnings: mentions of violence, dirty talk, manhandling, choking, degrading, brat taming, pretty much dabi being an asshole lol

Dabi let out a frustrated sigh as he waited for the elevator doors of your apartment building to open. Your snoopy front desk guard was on duty tonight, and honestly that was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

He promised you he would be home early today to celebrate some shitty event you had going on. Normally he would remember such an event that had your eyes practically glowing in excitement, but his corpse of a boss had been hounding him about a particular job he needed to get done.

Just as expected, his target made the task much harder than it needed to be. He spent nearly two days tracking the fuck down, and when he found him. Oh, did he make him pay.

“Dabi p..please! I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

The villain’s eyes narrowed to slits as the man tried to back impossibly closer to the brick wall behind him, cornered by Dabi at last.

“Too late for that I’m afraid.” Dabi spoke cooly, growing annoyed by the man’s incessant sobs.

“No! No, I can give Shigaraki all he needs I promise!” The man cried, his knees beginning to give out in fear as he shrunk to the floor in terror.

The villain felt his hands tingle with rage as the pathetic man cried for mercy. After all this searching and trouble he had to go through, this man should be begging for Dabi to end his life quickly and easily.

“You know you wasted forty eight hours of my time, right?” Dabi hissed, shuffling towards the man with his hands shoved in his pocket.

The man let out a shriek when Dabi leaned down towards him in a quick movement, a crazed smile on his lips as he let the steaming heat radiate off his body.

“Told my doll I would be home a whole day ago, but I couldn’t do that, could I?” Dabi questioned rhetorically, bending down now on the heels of his feet so he could level with the man, “You know how many hours she’s been waiting because I’ve had to chase scum like you?”

Once again, a rhetorical question. But the man didn’t seem to notice.

“T..Twenty four-”

The sound of his quivering voice pissed Dabi off beyond his already thin patience. Letting out a growl he grabbed the man’s face harshly, his palm beginning to heat up and sear against his flesh.

“Thanks for proving to me that you know how to count,” Dabi growled, slamming the man’s head against the wall causing him to cough up blood all over his jacket.

“Fucking hell, you’re a damn mess.” Dabi snarled, knowing you weren’t going to like seeing the crimson liquid.

“You know I was just going to ignite your sorry ass to dust and call it a night,” Dabi spoke, wiping the greasy sweat from the man’s face on his already ruined jacket before glaring back down to his victim, “But I don’t think you deserve that.”

The man’s eyes now shot up to Dabi, almost a bit of hope glimmering in them at his words, until he noticed the downright sinister look in the villain’s eyes. He wasn’t about to show any mercy.

Dabi glanced up at the stone ledge above the two of them and quickly shot his hand up to ignite a burst of fire towards it, effectively severing it from the building to fall directly into the lap of the victim.

His shrill screams of pain echoed throughout the air, surely waking anyone nearby. The sound made Dabi’s heart beat with sadistic excitement, finally feeling justice was served for his previous days wasted.

“Now I hope you bleed out for fourty eight fucking hours, so you’ll know exactly how my doll felt.” Dabi barked with a grin, sending one last stream of flames towards the man to ensure his demise before finally concluding this headache of a job.

The thought alone of the pathetic man made Dabi grit his teeth; between that and the guard obviously staring at him, he was wanting to turn the whole building to ash.

All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and pull you close into his chest and make up for two days worth of sleep. Two days starved of your soft touch.

The elevator ride felt incredibly longer than usual, each step he took towards your apartment only felt like he was moving farther away from it. He almost couldn’t believe it when he found the familiar numbers of your place before him.

The sound of the door creaking throughout the living room made Dabi cringe, though he would never tell you that. Typically when you whined to him about waking you up, he just laughed or simply told you he didn’t care.

He knew that was a lie, but you didn’t need to know that.

Dabi’s ‘profession’ wasn’t made known to you quite yet, for obvious reasons: you were a supermodel.

Your life was broadcasted to millions of people, and though he trusted you enough to know you wouldn’t blabber his secrets to the world, he also knew all eyes were on you, and accidents happen. A life of his own couldn’t afford accidents.

He had a feeling you had a small idea that what he did was illegal, catching hints of blood or ash on his clothes often. The fact that most of his “shifts” ended in the early hours of the morning also seemed strange to you, but you never questioned any of it.

Just the way he liked.

Surveying the empty living room, Dabi came to the conclusion that you were fast asleep, not a sliver of light in sight. Never a surprise to the raven haired man, as you tended to fall asleep on him as early as ten o’clock, to which he would always call you his little baby.

When you were awake in the early hours during his return home, he knew something was wrong, but luckily tonight wasn’t the case.

Though his muscles screamed at him with every quiet move he made, Dabi still made an effort to strip his boots off as quietly as possible. Today’s job was a rather messy one, and the last thing he needed were those adorable cheeks puffed at him when you found a bunch of ‘dirt’ all over the floor.

Stripping his jacket off, he shoved it in a nearby hamper so you wouldn’t see the work he had done all day, deciding he would wash it in the morning.

Your apartment was cute, honestly rather luxurious for someone so young. Luckily your job paid more than enough bills, which initially shocked Dabi since he claimed you were just “posing for a camera”, to which always earned a slap from you.

As much as he hated to admit it, each time he saw the skyline view of Musutafu from your floor to ceiling windows he was amazed. It’s so easy to see the beauty and charm of such a large city when you live at the top, blissfully able to ignore the real chaos that happens down below.

Though he normally hated places like this, he also knew you didn’t have the luxury to live in just any regular apartment anymore. People were always tracking your every move, cameras and lights becoming a part of your lifestyle. Stunning apartments like this always had high security so you could have a somewhat normal lifestyle at home.

With that in mind, Dabi wasn’t quite thrilled with your so-called ‘security’. Since he wasn’t able to waltz into the doors, he usually had to come in with a disguise or through the back entrance. Not once did he ever have any issues. Hell he could break into your place to murder you and they probably wouldn’t find out for months.

He claimed that’s why he stayed with you as often as he did, because your ‘bimbo ass’ needed protection from your freaky fans. And though he wasn’t lying, you and him both knew that’s not the only reason why he stayed with you.

Letting out a sigh, Dabi gave the sparkling city one last glance before rubbing at his neck and shuffling to your bedroom.

He had every intention of showering, honestly, especially because he knew you would freak if he dirtied your freshly cleaned satin sheets. But his plans came to an abrupt halt when his eyes finally fell on your body.

Though a beauty to look at, you were a train wreck of a sleeper. Your body typically flailed every direction once you hit a deep slumber. Sure enough, your arms were beneath your pillow while one of your legs haphazardly stuck out from beneath the satin sheets.

Normally Dabi would’ve chuckled, maybe even snapped a picture for blackmail before continuing on with his night, but thanks to your sloppy position, he was able to drink in in what you were wearing.

Either you were trying to surprise him, or you were trying to tease him: either way his reaction was the same.

Your silky skin was wrapped up like a perfect sinful present for him, your chest and waste was adorned with the most luxurious lingerie he had ever seen. The red fabric just barely hid what was necessary, a slight shimmer in every detail that only accentuated your beautiful curves.

The sight made him groan as he felt his grimey pants tighten at the sight. He almost didn’t even want to touch you, didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful sight before him, but that’s what phones were for. Snapping a photo quickly, the raven haired boy quickly ripped his shirt from over his head and crawled into bed towards you.

He knew you were in a deep sleep since you didn’t even twitch as the bed dipped beneath you. A part of him couldn’t help but admire each adorable huff that slipped from your parted lips.

As much as he wanted to pull you close and fall asleep, the sinful painting before him was sabotaging any hopes of that. If you wanted to be a little tease, he would have to treat you like one.

Warming his hand up a bit, he grabbed a handful of your ass cheek, squeezing at the plush skin before laying a playful slap against it.

Surprisingly the initial grab didn’t seem to fully wake you up, but the harsh slap certainly did. Your eyes shot open, immediately looking around for whoever made your ass begin to sting until you were met with mischievous cerulean eyes.

Your once shocked expression melted into one of frustration, your brows knitting together and your lips pinching into a pout as you shoved him away with folded arms.

“You’re an asshole Dabi, you know that?” You say, though you can’t fight the grin that’s forming in the corner of your lips as he begins to crawl towards you again and hover over you, “Nearly scared me to death.”

Dabi simply smirked down to you, chuckling as your still tired eyes struggled to remain angry with him as he ran his warm hand up your thighs.

“C’mon that’s not very fair, is it doll?” Dabi questioned as his eyes began to drink in your attire once more before smirking up to you, “I fucking told you what happens when you tease me like this.”

You had to fight the mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, your hand grabbing his wrist before it made contact with your surely dripping underwear. His glowing cerulean eyes glared up at you through the dark, but you held your ground as you huffed at him.

“This wasn’t for you.”

At this Dabi raised a brow, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling in his chest as if to wonder who this was all for then.

“Okay well it was kind of for you,” You corrected, sitting up a bit so you could be more level with the man, “But I only had it on because of my show today.”

Dabi’s eyes widened in realization, understanding why you all of a sudden had a brand new lingerie set. This must’ve been what your big event was, how he had forgotten about a lingerie show of all events was beyond him.

“I wore it home, thinking I would surprise my boyfriend with it,” You hissed, the sound making Dabi wince internally as he struggled to meet your gaze, “But sure enough he wasn’t even there for it.”

Dabi let out a growl, his hand squeezing at your thigh before tugging you a bit closer to him as he looked at you with mildly apologetic eyes, “Work got a bit complicated.”

Looking him up and down, you felt your eyes soften just a bit as you took in his exhausted features. You had no doubt that he was telling the truth, you just wish he would tell you more about what his work entailed.

“Wait a fucking minute, does that mean a whole crowd saw you like this?”

The familiar possessive growl made your eyes roll, the sight making Dabi seethe with anger at your bratty response. Clearly two days was long enough for your little attitude to come back.

Beyond that, the fact that possibly hundreds of people were able to see what was his, all wrapped up pretty in this lingerie made him even angrier. Probably a bunch of pervs and rich old people.

Maybe he should’ve made his victim suffer even more for missing out on this.

Before he could advance forward, your foot landed firmly on his chest stopping any movements. An unimpressed brow was raised as you gave him a knowing look.

“Ah ah ah handsome,” You purred, the sound literally making the man before you growl as you smirked at him, “If I can’t get mad about your job, then you can’t get mad about mine. Remember?”

His own words escaping your lips made him huff in frustration. You were right, but that didn’t make it any better. Your smugness also wasn’t helping your case either.

Grabbing at your ankle, he yanked your foot away and dragged you beneath him roughly, causing a quick giggle to escape your lips as he glared down at you.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it to your show dollface.” Dabi spat, trying his best to mean the apology when all he wanted to do was fuck that snarky little brain dumb.

You saw the fire in his eyes, but you wanted to torment him just a bit longer before he lost it. Although you knew the consequences of whatever this secret job was, you were still mad he was away from you for so long.

“S’okay, I know you couldn’t have come anyway.” You mumbled, your gaze breaking away from his own.

Your words stung in his chest, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He knew there was no venom in your words, but regardless he knew how much it hurt you that he could never come to support you in person due to his secret profession.

“Don’t be like that, you know I want to.” Dabi says sternly, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him once more.

Though your lips were already squished together between his fingers, he could still see the pout forming on your lips when you stared up into his cerulean eyes.

“It would make me feel better if you just told me what you did.” You said softly, your confession making his heart melt though he refused to show it. Even if he wanted to, there’s no way he could tell you.

It would ruin your career. It could possibly ruin your relationship. It could even ruin his career. Those were all risks he couldn’t take.

“Doll.” Dabi growled threateningly, giving you a glare of warning at your persistence, “We talked about this.”

Much to his surprise, you dared to roll your eyes at him for the second time in one night. After the hell of a two days he’s had, he was going to enjoy shutting up that smart mouth.

“I’m sorry did you forget your manners the whole two fucking days I’ve been gone?” Dabi growled, releasing your cheeks as he looked down to you incredulously.

Though you felt your heart flutter at the change in his tone, you tried to hold out for as long as possible, “You were the one that left me for two days-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his warm hand was now around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp as he looked down to you with sinister eyes.

“And just like that, you’ve lost your talking privileges!” Dabi snarled with a grin, the sight making your eyes widen as you felt your legs begin to press together, a sight that didn’t go unnoticed by Dabi.

A rough knee forced your legs apart before rubbing against your warm core, causing a warbled mewl to escape your lips as he laughed down to you.

“This is why I hate that flashy fucking job of yours, it goes all to your damn head,” Dabi sneered, flicking at your forehead, “But that’s okay, each and every time you forget your manners I’ll happily fuck them right back into you, yeah?”

The feeling of his fingers now ghosting over your warmth had you bucking your hips up, a whimper escaping your lips when he somehow squeezed tighter around your throat.

“Dabi.” You whined, plump lips parted as his fingers continued their soft torture along your folds. He couldn’t hold out for much longer, and you both knew that. “You gonna talk back to me dollface?”

You looked into his eyes and quickly shook your head, giving him a pleading look through those glossy lashes that went straight to his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” Dabi spoke, releasing your throat as you began to cough and gasp for air. He might have been rougher than he should, but he had a tough few days.

“D..Don’t leave marks you dick, I have a shoot tomorrow-” You hissed now that you were able to breathe, but your words were cut short once again as he shoved three of his fingers down your throat.

“Like I give a fuck, I hope all those fucks see who the hell owns this slutty little throat,” Dabi growled, shoving his fingers deeper till he nearly felt the back of your throat, “Clearly you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Tears danced down your cheeks now at the uncomfortable feeling, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips when you felt his fingers plunge into you without much of a warning.

“Knew you were being a brat on purpose,” Dabi hissed, smirking down to you as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “You’re fucking sopping down there, all because I choked you, huh? Slutty girl.”

His crude words made your face feel like it was on fire, your moans being muffled by his fingers as his pace began to speed up, rubbing at your clit roughly.

“Shit, are you about to cum already?” Dabi questioned, a mocking laugh filling the air before he narrowed his eyes down to you, “Poor baby, probably tried to get off with those tiny fingers of yours while I was gone, didn’t you?”

As soon as you tried to nod he barked out more laughter, speeding up his minstrations causing you to squirm beneath his touch. Just before he could threaten your release, he felt you tighten around his fingers as your body began to convulse beneath him. “Did you just fucking cum?”

Even when he removed his fingers you just mewled at his questions, trying to rub your thighs together as you twitched down from your high.

“You selfish little brat, you really did miss me didn’t you?” Dabi sneered with a smirk, forcing your lazy head to look up at him.

When you could barely respond he let out a groan, moving quickly to undo his belt as your eyes lazily watched him.

“Did I fuck you dumb with my fingers alone? You’re so adorable doll.” Dabi cooed in a condescending tone, his finger grabbing your face once again to keep you focused, “Unfortunately for you, I’m just getting started.”

The morning air stung at your raw skin before your eyes could say good morning to the warm sun trying to seep through your curtains.

Memories of last night’s events had you shivering, your body processing the new feeling of an arm tightly wrapped around your waist.

Moving your head slightly to the side, you felt your heart warm at the sight of your boyfriend’s drooling face beside you. You loved watching him sleep. It was one of the few rare moments you had to see his face soft, void of any emotion. No anger, smugness, lust, sadness: just his soft two toned skin finally at rest.

Moving to sit up a bit, you let out a groan when a sharp pain shot to your hips. Glancing beneath the sheets, your eyes widened at the sight of purple bruises now adorning your normally flawless skin.

Jutting your lip out, you glared back to your peaceful boyfriend.

“You’re such an asshole.” You whispered more to yourself, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words.

Normally moving out of bed would elicit a growl from your lover, his arms moving you impossibly closer to him so you couldn’t escape his hold, but he genuinely seemed exhausted from whatever job he returned from.

Taking advantage of this, you gently wrapped his arm around your pillow before sliding out of bed and shuffling to your bathroom.

The cold marble of your floor made you hiss, always the worst type of wake up call, but it was soon replaced with a moan when you reached the heated floors of your bathroom.

Upon your presence, the lights of the bathroom turned on to put your naked figure on full display. Your jaw dropped to see more colors of the rainbow adorning your skin, all the way up to your jawline.

“Damn you Dabi.” You hissed, a bite to your words this time as you ran your fingers along your raw skin. Of course, you deserved every bit of it knowing you were testing his already thin patience last night, but you knew your agent was going to kill you.

He was always going on about how you needed to find a new boyfriend, but he never quite understood the masochist in you loved this sort of treatment.

The thrill of knowing Dabi would protect you with his life, but also treats you like his play thing thrilled you. The two of you were somehow more compatible then you should be,

Honestly your only problem with Dabi was this second life he seemed to hide from you. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, as he’s never once tried to lie or hold secrets from you. It’s just that you could tell it was inadvertently hurting him. You knew the jealousy he felt each time you left for work.

Though you weren’t a huge fan yourself, a large part of the job was being observed by millions. Touched by millions, intimate with millions, seen by millions. And though you’ve gotten used to the unfortunate treatment of the modeling industry, Dabi has not.

You know he would never tell you to quit, whether that be for your sake or for his ego’s sake, but you know so badly how he wants to be there with you. To be your menacing guard dog and make sure you were being treated nothing short of royalty.

But for some reason, he had to stay out of the public eye.

By the looks of it, whatever his profession was seemed a bit shady. You tried many times to tell him that the press wouldn’t care, and that there were many shady people in your line of work too, but he just kept saying it wasn’t the same.

Letting out a sigh, you finished your morning skincare routine, deciding you would cover up your happy little accidents from last night later.

Just as you had expected, his clothes were sprawled all over the ground. He clearly had little patience last night.

Shuffling over to your closet, you snatched one of his clean shirts and shoved it over your head, glancing at him to make sure he wasn’t awake before moving towards the living room.

A small chuckle escaped your lips when you noticed his boots and coat haphazardly thrown near the hamper. How you didn’t hear his surely loud entrance, you weren’t sure.

As you began to warm up a tea kettle, you moved towards his boots to place them on the clean shoe rack you begged him to use, to which he usually would drop his shoes right next to just to see your cute face scrunch up in frustration.

Next you grabbed his coat, moving across your cold floors to the laundry room to place the dirty article in the washing machine along with your own dirty fabrics.

The minute you pressed start, you froze when you saw red splotches covering where you once pressed the start button. Glancing down to your hand you let out a not-so-quiet gasp when you saw crimson adorning your fingertips.

Immediately you paused the washing machine, yanking out Dabi’s jacket before biting at your lip at the sight. How had you not seen the thick gooey blood dried all over the front of his jacket? A small part of you grew anxious wondering whose blood it was, his or someone else’s?

“Are you always this invasive with my shit, doll?”

The scream that escaped your lips when you felt his warm hands grab at your stomach made him chuckle, your body whipping around to see him already smirking down to you.

He loved the face you always made when he scared you like this, as if he had caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.

Looking into the scene before him further, his eyes darkened when he saw his coat in your hands, your soft fingertips coated with that filthy rat’s blood from last night.

“What did I tell you about touching my stuff Y/n?” Dabi husked, snatching the coat from your hands before shoving it back in the washing machine and slamming the start button.

Though your lips twitched, wanting to ask him a million questions, you instead let him spin you around before pinning your hips against the counter, his own hips digging into your own as he turned the sink on and aggressively washed both of your hands.

The sight of that man’s blood on your delicate little hands... his delicate little hands.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Dabi whispered coldly into your ear, both his words and the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear causing you to shiver while he dried both of your hands off.

Nodding against his chest, you slowly turned around to look at him, your glossy eyes peering up at him through your lashes which made his jaw stiffen at the sight.

“That.. that wasn’t your blood… right?”

The minute those soft words were whispered from your lips, Dabi felt his body tense as he looked down at you. Of course you weren’t worried about him being mad at you. You were just worried about him. Like you always were. Always putting his shitty needs before your own.

“Course not, princess.” Dabi said softly, his stern features melting into lazy kind ones as his hands pressed against the small of your back into his chest, an invitation for you to wrap your arms around him.

He knew you wanted to press further. Ask him what it was, what he was doing, if he was putting himself in any danger. But instead you just held him close, allowing yourself to trust in him and know he would never put you or himself in that situation. Knowing you should listen to him like he always tells you to do; never question him.

Just like his sweet angel should.

“You’re too pretty to worry dollface,” Dabi cooed, his fingers now digging into your hips which caused you to hiss as he lifted you up on the cool counter, “Aw, are you sore?”

Though still glossy, your eyes narrowed into a glare as the shit eating smirk appeared on his lips, referring to the fresh bruises along your hips.

“You know my agent is going to kill me, right? I told you I have a shoot today! It’s my last for a full week, you couldn’t have waited a day?”

Dabi only chuckled down to you, voice dripping in smugness as his fingers gently gripped at your chin, “Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed up all pretty for me like a slut last night baby.”

Though he wasn’t wrong, you also were planning on him coming home much sooner so you could lay out some ground rules. He definitely took advantage of your sleepy state.

The minute you attempted to roll your eyes his fingers moved from your chin to your cheeks as he squished them harshly, snarl at the tip of his lips.

“Did our little lesson about manners not click in that dumb head of yours?” Dabi growled, forcing your hips closer to his chest as he grinned wickedly down to you, “Because I’ll gladly review it again for you.”

You hated how your body reacted before your brain could, a whimper softly falling from your lips when his warm hand traveled up your thigh beneath his shirt, but luckily you were able to snap out of it now that you were much better rested.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on that sir,” You chirped, grinning at his wide eyes at the little nickname, “I have tea on the kettle, and I need to be at that shoot in a few hours!”

Somehow you were able to slip from his hold, most likely thanks to his small period of shock before his grin began to twitch, footsteps following after you causing shrieks of giggles to escape your lips as you ran from his grasp.

You were definitely going to be late.

Exhaustion havoced through your bones, but it wasn’t even close to the excitement you felt surging through you.

After a far too eventful fashion week, your agency granted you a full week to be off and take time for yourself. Though, it was well deserved, especially after today’s shoot.

“Y/n F/n, are you fucking kidding me?!”

The sound of your name being hissed venomously from your agent’s tongue made you cringe. 

Luckily you were able to cover up most of the marks on your neck and chin, but the makeup on your torso must have rubbed off on the walk to the testing site.

“I promise it’s not as bad as it looks, Charles.” You said with a sweet smile as you pulled him in for a professional hug, “Makeup will easily cover it up.”

From behind you, the makeup team confirmed this as they began setting up their spray foundation station, their reassurance making you smile as you looked back to your fuming agent.

You knew it was unprofessional, you really did. And you tried your best for this to not happen often, as your body unfortunately was your entire career. But what annoyed you the most is that your agent seemed to care less about the marks, and more about your partner.

“Same scumbag boyfriend, huh?”

Every part of you wanted to scream at him and storm out, but you really liked this client and knew you could never turn away a holiday shoot like this.

“Charles, you're ever so chipper this morning.” You spoke, offering him the warmest smile you could muster before being dragged off by the makeup team.

The rest of the afternoon went fine. Luckily the hair and makeup teams were just as excited to talk with you, so it helped speed things along. You told them all about your trip with your boyfriend to the mountains, as this would be your first official ‘vacation’ with him.

Little did you know, your agent kept a close ear to your small conversations with each division of the shoot, devising a small plan of his own. 

In the best interest of you, his client, of course.

“Are you all packed Dabi?”

Your cheerful voice sent waves of warmth through Dabi’s chest, his lazy eyes falling on you as you bounced before your tall doorway.

He knew it was cold outside, but you went a bit overboard. Almost every article of clothing you had on consisted of fluffy fabrics, from your earmuffs and beanie, down to your cozy brown boots.

“Probably not as well as you, snow bunny.” Dabi chuckled, the nickname causing you to pout as he flicked at the small fluffy ball on top of your head.

“Don’t be like that, it’s going to be cold up there!” You whined, happily letting him grab your Louis Voution duffles before you opened the door for the two of you.

“I just think it would be smarter for you to wear less, so I damage less of your prissy little outfits.” Dabi sneered with a grin, your head whipping to him with narrowed eyes as you locked your door behind you with the keycard.

“You will not be ruining this outfit, asshole. You can learn to unbutton things like a normal person.”

Dabi only hummed, confirming he certainly would not be doing that before you both made your way down the stairs. Normally you would take the elevator, but Dabi didn’t feel like putting on an entire disguise so you asked for your car to be ready behind your building.

Going down fifteen flights of stairs was never fun, but for Dabi it was worth it. Plus you couldn’t complain much since he decided to hold both of your luggage, not that he had much anyways.

“We’re taking the Tesla?” Dabi questioned, noticing the key card you were fiddling with in your hands, when you nodded warmly he only smirked, snatching it from you with a whistle, “I’m definitely driving then.”

A sharp whine escaped your lips as you tried to take the card from his hands, but even with his hand full with three bags, he managed to escape your swinging arms.

“You drive like a lunatic Dabi! You better not speed in my baby.”

He simply smirked down to you smugly, the sight making you groan before you finally made it to the final floor.

“Your car is ready outback Miss Y/n.” A familiar voice spoke, the sound startling Dabi as he quickly shoved his hood up and jerked his head the opposite direction, “But I must warn you-”

Before he could finish, Dabi shoved all the bags in the bellhop’s arms causing the man to slightly stumble over, “Make yourself useful, will you?”

A small giggle bubbled out of your lips, shooting a playful glare to Dabi’s mischievous eyes, reminding yourself you needed to tip that poor boy extra when you both returned.

As you made your way to the doors, you thought you heard strange noises from outside, but as the bellhop tried to stutter something out, Dabi simply placed his palm on the small of your back and ushered you outside.

Sure enough, those strange noises were your worst nightmare.

A crowd of people suddenly turned to the sound of you and Dabi exiting the building, there was a moment of silence before shouts and cameras began flashing towards both of your directions.

“Y/n! Is this your boyfriend?” “Y/n, is it true that you’re scared to leave your boyfriend?” “Y/n, show us the bruises! Speak your truth!”

The rapid questions caused your head to spin, the quick flashing of cameras making you back up, your boyfriend quickly wrapping a protective arm around you.

“W..What bruises?” You questioned, eyes narrowed until you saw a screen being held up amongst the crowd, your entire body growing rigid as the familiar sight of your skin littered with warm bruises was held up amongst the crowd.

“How did you…” You whispered, eyes wide and horrified until you noticed the familiar outfit in the corner of the photo. That was from today’s shoot…

“Charles.” You growled, the sound of your agent’s name making Dabi’s fists heat with anger. He knew that damn agent of yours was trouble.

Quickly spinning around, you stood before Dabi to try and deflect any view of him from the crowd as you looked at him apologetically, “I’m so sorry Dabi, I think my agent called the press on me. Let’s just go through the front-”

Your words were only half processed by Dabi. He could tell by your tone you were genuinely sorry, this wasn’t your fault. He wasn’t mad at you in the slightest. What he couldn’t ignore though, was the one pair of eyes out of the entire crowd that had been staring at him since he walked out those doors. 

The eyes were wide, trembling. They were filled with fear. Dabi knew exactly what was about to happen.

“That’s Dabi! From The League of Villains!”

The sound of the crowd gasping had your head whipping back, your mouth agape before you glanced back at your boyfriend whose jaw was locked tight.

“L..League of Villains?” You whispered, his eyes finally falling on you for the first time throughout this entire event.

Everything was over. This perfect little life he got too comfortable in. This domestic, sickly sweet lavish life you swaddled him in until he almost forgot who he really was. What he really was.

He wanted to leave you there. Do what he knew was right and make an easy escape to never see you again, but he was in too deep now. He dragged you into this and now this was both of your problem’s. The new onslaught of questions only confirmed this.

“Has Dabi from The League of Villains been holding you hostage, Y/n?” “Are those burn marks in this picture Y/n?” “Someone call the heroes!”

All he really wanted to do was drown. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was about to lose everything he’s ever lived for.

And then your hand wrapped in his own. Your eyes held so much emotion. Confusion, anger, sadness, worry. But one thing he didn’t see was fear. And your words only confirmed that.

“I’m not scared of you Dabi.” You whispered, two tears dancing along your cheeks as your lips quivered, trying to keep a brave face as he looked down at you.

Dabi could feel his own tear ducts growing warm, but that’s not what he needed right now. He needed to get both of you out of here.

With the raise of his arm, flames grew from the tip of his fingertips down to his elbow as he glared at the crowd with sinister eyes.

“Move.”

Screams echoed throughout the crowd, everyone running in opposite directions while still trying to film the two of you as Dabi led you towards your car. He didn’t need to say a word for you to obediently run to the passenger side, Dabi already climbing in the driver’s seat before he sped off, pushing the limits of your car as he sped down the street.

He knew exactly where he was going. The only place he knew that was close enough to reach before those damned heroes showed up.

Every few minutes he glanced at you, and though your breath’s were uneven and your body was slightly trembling, you made no moves to betray him. You didn’t reach for your phone to call the police, you didn’t try to attack him, you just sat and looked forward, your teeth digging harshly into your lip.

He couldn’t imagine how terrified you must have been. Nearly three years of trust flushed away, with possibly the worst kind of betrayal yet. A villain, of all secrets to hide. Of course he wanted to do anything to still keep you in his life, but he knew that wasn’t his choice to make.

Slamming on his breaks, your eyes widened as you looked around, wondering what he was stopping for before your name was growled from his lips.

Looking at him, his cerulean eyes were already on you. The look on his face was one you’ve never seen before. Maybe it was the real monster in him he’s been hiding this entire time. Those cold blue eyes were deathly serious, not a hint of mischief in them.

“We’re not going to the mountains Y/n.”

The words dawned on you, realizing what this was about. This was your final opportunity to exit. To leave the villain before you, and try to operate what damage control you could to get back to the life you’ve always known.

This was your last chance.

You swallowed thickly, feeling your mouth go dry at what this decision meant, and how it would change the trajectory of your entire life. Inhaling sharply, he was surprised to see your head whip up, eyes leveling the seriousness of his own as you nodded.

“Okay.”

Dabi searched. He searched hard, almost hoping he would find any glimmer of doubt in those beautiful eyes of yours, but he found nothing but acceptance.

Looking back forward, Dabi nodded wordlessly and sped off towards the one place he dreaded most.

Home.

[mylas-stories]

You need me.

Yan! Tybalt x Innocent! Fem! Reader

(Cred to @/ cold--carnage for the divider)

(tw: murder, mentions of stalking) A/N: This is a gift for the lovely, @ladyinbl00d ! THANKS FOR THE IDEA :3

He knew how dangerous Verona was, but seeing his darling in the jaws of death realized just how much you needed him.

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The smell of smoke wafted in Verona's sinful air, with predators lurking all around. Yes, even in the holiest city, with Jesus and Mary peering down at their misguided children, the lambs of the mortal realm prance around in the jaws of the devil.

But you ? You were untouched, and your boyfriend, Tybalt, knew that too.

"Come on, Ty ! I'm just going to the store !" You desperately pleaded, with your arms around his neck, and your eyes repeatedly blinking at him, already leaving him in your innocent little trance. He knew about how you controlled him. One word, and he'd drop everything and do what you told him. But above all, he wanted your safety. He knew how being with him was dangerous enough, but in Verona? It's practically a death wish.

"This late at night? Come on, doll, be smart about this", his calloused hand caressed your soft cheek, and his other hand laid on your waist. He wanted you close to him tonight, and what's the harm in that? He spent his whole day making deals, interrogating civilians, signing off payments, dealing with his uncle's remarks about the future of the family. Times like those are why he's thankful that only his cousins know about you. 

You were his little secret. His little treasure. And he couldn't let anyone have you. Let anyone even see you. His poor lamb could be eaten alive by ravenous wolves, and what boyfriend would he be if he let that happen? No, no. That won’t do. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Ty, I am being smart about this! I’ve been out late at night before, and I was fine!” “You were near people.” “And I’ll be near people now! Besides, we need more groceries”, your hand laid on top of the one on your cheek, and you lean into his warmth. God, you’d kill him. “I’ll come back, untouched, unharmed. You know I will.”  But that’s what he hoped. He didn’t know whether you’d come back unharmed, untouched, or even alive. It scared him, and it beat him down. The ways you’d save him, regain his sanity, made him feel alive. A simple kiss from him would make him change his ways and become a new man. And he knew that good things would end for him. The black cat was always a foreboding omen of death, and he embraced it. But not for you. He couldn’t let Death part you both. He’d keep you locked in his heart, where no one can touch you, and-

An idea sprouted in his mind of barren soil. If you believe you’re so safe in the night’s embrace, he’d just have to show you it's dark reality, and let you run back to his light on “your own terms”.

(Divider cred to lilaquette) You skipped to the beat of the faint music of clubs and looked up at the lights. It was their deceitfully holy constellation. Booze dripped from the stars, and the smoke of the nocturnal lovers’ cigarettes could’ve confused anyone for the smell of a homely campfire. That’s what it was. Home. And, who’d be afraid of home? No one could break in, or hurt their home, not in your mind. “What was Tybalt so afraid about?” You asked yourself mentally. “The night is beautiful, and a time for people to be alive.” You simply reminisced on how you met Tybalt, not noticing a man in a black shirt and ski mask cornering you with one gun in his hand, and the other in his pocket. “Do you need any help with that?” You felt a nozzle on the back of your head, and you froze. You should’ve listened to Tybalt, but where did he come from? Why is he here for you? Never mind that, how will Tybalt feel? He’ll come back seeing you with cuts all over you…. will you even come back home? Your body tensed and shook as you heard a loud “BANG!” and sobbed, until you realized that…you were alive? No pain shot throughout your body, no injuries, and you heard a gun drop on the ground. It was the man that, you assumed, was about to rob you and…. Tybalt? His expression was solemn, as his freshly fired gun was twirled in his fingers. He walked over to you, but you quickly filled in the gap, almost causing the two of you to fall. “You were right, Ty! You were! I shouldn’t have gone out tonight! I-I should’ve stayed with you, and-” “Hey.” His simple words shut down your little ramble. “You’re safe now, doll. This night won’t hurt you anymore.” His arm snaked around your waist, and he pulled you closer to him. “Let’s go home, yeah?” “Yeah….” You leaned against his touch, all shaken up, as he appeared laid back, but was truly excited, but he wouldn’t show that. He wouldn’t show you that he slowly followed you to the store. He wouldn’t show you that he paid someone to scare you, not like he’d have to pay now anyways. He just wants to show you his care, his love. He knew you were going to come to him eventually. He knew you needed him.

(A/N: First Yan!Balt fic on this account, how we feeling?)

[jaysflix]

Unrequited (I)

𖤐 Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

Part I, Chapter I 𖤐 The Unequal Marriage Genre: Romance, drama Pairing(s): Terzo/Reader, Copia/Reader Synopsis: To whom you marry isn't the right one. What can be done? Notes: Before we jump to conclusions here, no this story does not contain incest, you weirdos. Just think of it like Twilight with that whole triangle thing they had going on.

Warnings: injuries, description of anxiety attacks, and, like, heavy angst

2.5k words

There was a deep, heavy, and strangling silence that filled the room. Everyone knew the incorrectness of the situation, but no one had the power or courage to stop it without suffering greater consequences. The question of why hung in the air. Why was this to happen all so suddenly? Why was this decided among the highest members of the church? And why was it deemed the most responsible thing to do? The church spent so many years defying the good of Christ, highlighting the flaws of Catholic beliefs yet now it only reflects. The unfairness, inequality, and lack of empathy only proved that no one, no matter the circumstance, is safe from it all even when converting from one religion to another in an act of rebellion.

Rebellion. Such a strong, powerful behavior, but one you cannot do. For the sake of your beloved, sitting among the audience. Every chime of the bell drowned out the sounds of his shattering soul. How could it not? To see the one he’s only ever wanted to be with, standing at the altar with a dark covering, however unable to mask the trail of tears streaming in an unhealthy amount. He was supposed to be the one up there by your side, the biggest of smiles and excitement running through his veins. Anger, sadness, and a mix of other horrible feelings were all about what he felt at this moment. Perhaps everyone else felt it too. 

The chapel seemed to slowly fill with your river, and by the time you donned the ring, with a too-big-of-a-diamond screeching at your face, the water had risen up to your ears, silencing the words of the minister. When the two words were to be stolen from your lips, the liquid filled your mouth and deep into your lungs. Breathing became difficult. Mustering the strength with the help of your demons, silently the words spilled before you could choke a sob,

“I do.” The words were barely a whisper, but enough for both Terzo and the minister to hear clearly. Giving permission for what’s to come next, Terzo gallantly turned to you, uncovering your face from the sheer black. He already knew what to expect once he saw you clearly: puffy eyes, a swelling redness, and of course the darkness within them. You stared heartbreakingly at him, afraid that something would take your only true partner away if you didn't marry him. Terzo stared back, slowly and gently bringing a hand to cup your cheek, swiping away at the tears. His eyes held the same sorrow, and as he whispered a crushing apology, he took your hand and led you away from the altar to seal this new marriage.

A delay of claps echoed throughout. No smiles, no cheers, just a wave of pitiful cracks as you both scurried off. Terzo held you close behind him, his body shielding you from the crowd to save your shame. Your eyes are glued to his back before coming to a familiar figure standing in the far corner of the pews. Copia’s eyes, as swelled as yours, followed you as you exited. 

There would be no celebration tonight. Not with you present, at least. But anyone could expect that of course. How can anyone recover from this horrible tragedy? This pain? No, tonight you would mourn over the loss of your freedom.

･ﾟ:*𖤐*:･ﾟ

Terzo was ever so soft upon entering the room, where many would assume with the strength of Satan you were to become fertilized. He knew better; to theive your virginity was not the position he wanted. You belonged to someone else, but even so, he would never want to gain that kind of authority if one didn’t allow it. Alternatively, Terzo sat you on his linen sofa, making sure you were comfortable by adjusting the pillows behind your back and to your sides.

Though the air remained thick with your misery, suddenly it was easier to breathe. His kindness is the only source you received today, still, you expected nothing less of him. Terzo always remained tender regardless of his sexual nature which lured mindless members to his bed. The thought of him showing no signs of pursuing you was comforting, to say the least, but at some point, it will cost you. You both knew it. If you fail the church to produce his progeny, only Satan knows what happens next, and you know it doesn't involve just you and Terzo, but Copia as well.

Guilt would forever haunt Terzo. In a way, you guessed, it was comforting to know how much pain he felt because he understands your view. A friend is what you need most. Hopefully, he can return these feelings and aid you throughout this mishap. It will take time to convince the higher ranks of this opposition, considering their plans are following through quicker than expected. With Terzo being the closest to their level, he can explain the wrongness and find justice. Yes. Your hope is restored, but not completely. The first step is to get him on board.

Unknowing, he now kneels in front of you, scanning your face for, well, anything. Noticeably there was nothing. No hint of happiness wavered. The sadness shriveled into emptiness, despite your newfound faith. Exhaustion overwhelmed you above all else.

“They will be expecting of us.” He said firmer than he wanted to, only because he didn’t know if you’d be listening. You were. You didn’t respond, watching loose strands of hair fall perfectly over his eyes. Terzo’s gaze lowered, stopping at your lips before dropping to your feet. They were red; the silver buckle fastened tight around your ankles. A sign of struggle. They must’ve rushed you into your wedding attire. He could hardly think of what they’d put you through to get you fully dressed.

Attempts were made to run away, but the church knew all too well about your plans. Eyes were on you everywhere, eventually dragging you back from climbing out an opening. They tried so hard to be kind, but with all your scuffling, being hurt was inevitable. You screamed, cried, and screamed over and over again, pleading with tears and blood that it was all a dream. A joke. A misunderstanding. Everything was so utterly painful, you weren’t completely sure your voice was there.

And here is Terzo; gloved hands skimming cautiously down your leg. He adjusted himself, lifting your feet to rest on his thigh, allowing him better access to free you of these shackles. This kindness became too overwhelming as it was the first you received today. No tears slipped–all of it already spent.

You tried your best not to seeth at the pain, but as soon as Terzo peeled away your shoes, which had noticeably inaccurate measurements, a heavy sigh of relief released from your lungs. He put the shoe aside, then took his thumb to caress at the red indents. Your feet were severely bruised. You were lucky he got them off immediately. He continued to the next one, being just as careful to remove them.

This warmth was disturbing enough that you just wanted to shrivel up and collapse. Every nerve in your body was unwilling to move you to do so. Instead, you blankly stared into space, Terzo’s fingertips rubbing circles to soothe the bruising. Then, he stood slowly, for he thought any quick movement would startle you. His eyes never strayed away from you, but he was saddened by the fact he was staring at your scalp and not the lovely face he is overly fond of. Even in your state, devastated and distraught, he only wished to cherish what he married. Selfishly. 

He couldn’t believe it. He knew it was wrong, yet the feeling was always there, thriving as a sad little bud at the bottom of his heart. Terzo had to shake off this feeling. Perhaps a drink or two will help. As much as he wanted to reach out and tilt your chin upwards to look him in the eye, he gave you your space. He probably made you uncomfortable with taking off your shoes. This would be too much.

“I will make an appearance,” He told you, turning to take his leave. “Make yourself comfortable.”

The door closed shut, leaving you in the dim light of his room. You sat there for a minute before everything finally settled in. You are married now. Not to the man you love, but to his trusted friend. Maybe even a brother. It dawned on you. A sinking feeling washed over you until your breath was no longer there. A shiver ran down your spine as cold sweat seeped out of every pour. Your chest began to heave rapidly. Child-like sobs erupted from deep within. Everything felt small. Trapping. You clung onto everything and anything you could find, trying to find release. Suddenly your attire became too tight, slowly strangling your airway. You clawed with all your might to get rid of the thing, the last bit of tears straining your eyes. Thoughts of Copia flashed through your mind before darkness swallowed you whole.

･ﾟ:*𖤐*:･ﾟ

Terzo arrived on the scene, not expecting so many other guests to come bearing gifts. They were all thoughtful, most of them being baskets of sweets along with flowers, in the full bloom of purple.

Hyacinth.

They wore on their fake smiles, drinking away their last bit of sorrows and enjoying the feast laid out, originally to celebrate the newly wedded couple. No one seemed to bother to ask about your lack of appearance because they already knew where you would be. Terzo slowly grew with agitation, hating the pity. It became obvious that no one truly cared, and tomorrow everything would resume as normal. All of it was a facade to seem like they were indulged. People are selfish and cruel, only caring for their well-being. Thinking to themselves, thank goodness that wasn’t me.

Perhaps it was the alcohol mixed with his vexation that made him think this way, and as he sat silently observing the crowd, it only burned deeper. Was there truly no one who cared for you? Thinking back to the scars of your ankles, no one was patient with you. The anger continues to grow as he grips his glass of wine tightly.

How could you be kept with such inhumane people? Surely you had a friend. Yes, he’s seen you mingle with a few siblings before. Why haven’t they said anything?

The selfish feelings were returning. Terzo wanted nothing more than to steal you away, and take you farther than you’ve ever been. Maybe for himself.

No, he can’t think like this. There’s a denial of his true feelings. He will never say them. Not even with his dying breath. He’s no better than the cruel crowd. He’s just one among them. And dear Copia, a trusting ally for many years. Copia belonged to you, and you to him. Terzo would never hurt his feelings intentionally. Then again, he just married you. Was this really an accident?

Of course, it was, he thought, taking a swig of dry wine. Terzo stopped mid-gulp, deciding these intrusive thoughts were the result of his drunkenness. How many drinks did he have?

He couldn’t help but think of you. He shouldn’t have left you alone in the bedroom. How silly of him.

Upon this realization, he rose from his seat only to be interrupted by a sharp hand. Weary, he looked to see a ghoul, motioning for him to follow. Terzo complied, worried it had to do with you. No one would miss his disappearance, but he’d hoped to have a word with the Cardinal in private. This mistake needed to be sorted out quickly, Terzo knew that. The true question is whether he wanted to. 

Following through the dark corridors, at the end stood a strong figure, gray hair pulled back into a neat bun. Black eyeshadow painted around her eyelids, giving her stare a deadly feel. She looked at him intimidatingly. The ghoul left them to their private conversation.

Terzo greeted Sister Imperator graciously. She remained silent. He couldn’t tell what she was feeling. There was no sign of content or disappointment written across her face. Just the plain gaze and darkness of her eyes.

･ﾟ:*𖤐*:･ﾟ

Drunk and tired, Terzo returned to his room with no interruptions. His steps were uncoordinated and messy. There’d been an instance where he almost rammed himself into the wall by accident. Perhaps he should’ve kept track of his drinks. At this point, he wasn’t so sure he was going the right way anyway. These halls were too unfamiliar. Oh, but the exhaustion was too much to bear. He needed to lie down immediately.

Assuming the door was his own, he struggled to turn the knob. Not because it was locked, but his sense of perception was way off, he nearly missed the handle. Grabbing hold of it finally, as if his life depended on it, he kicked it open, tumbling down to his knees with a grunt. He hoisted himself up, confirming that it was indeed his room as he saw you lay uncomfortably on the couch. Closing the door, he stumbled over to you. There was a brief moment when everything became still. A fragile silence that could be broken to bits if he didn't move carefully. He only focused on your slow breathing. Again, this could be the result of extreme alcohol consumption, but seeing you sleep peacefully sparked a deep fondness.

His body began to sober up when he looked at you like you were his cure. Or maybe a drug. 

Suddenly he became aware of his closeness, but he could only focus on you. He wanted to know what you were dreaming, thinking, and feeling. To feel your breath on his neck or on his lips. The vision was intoxicating. He craved more. He wanted to be you in your skin, engulfed with warmth. He needed to live inside you. Provide you with the passion you deserved. And how lonely those lips of yours looked. To kiss them would be a blessing. Terzo became desperate, but he knew his limitations. So, bringing his arm behind your knees and under your back, he lifted you with tenderness and ease, carrying you to more comfortable bedding.

His private chambers wore a velvet red carpet, laced with golden edges and the typical floral design. Careful to not wake you, he placed you close to the edge of the bed. In an instant, your body relaxed against the soft sheets. 

There was an unsureness in his heart, slowly killing him as he brushed away the dried tears. He remained next to you, delicately pulling at the laces of your garments so you had more breathing access. It was entirely too tight. Having you lay on his bed was strange. Truthfully, it hadn’t been long since he had shared the bed with someone. Tonight that would change because most of them ended up bare under the covers. Regret might be the right word. Terzo didn’t want you to see him this way; a man whose only goal is to hurt others. Even today though, marrying you, disappointing the clergy, devastating his closest companion, and breaking the hearts of many others, could be the only thing he’s good at.

Terzo deserved none of it. His selfish feelings will cost him his soul. And as he sheepishly trudged away from your reach, with one last glance, he wanted the world to disappear. For now, Terzo will dream about the changes he wishes he could have made while you continue to dream about the life you could have had.

Tomorrow will be a better day.

𖤐 Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

other notes: This is just something I've been working on for a bit and never got around to posting. I hope it was OK! I'll try to post more frequently but life is kicking my ass rn

[dnangelic]

UNCHANGING IDEAL DRAMA CD POST

AWRIIIIIGHT so here's the big ole translation post of what i got from the brand new drama cd. there are 3 tracks, two longer (each around 20 min) and one short, (around 10, more or less a dramatized version of this particular 4 page manga chapter short,) making up three tracks, which i won't be uploading in their entirety to this blog or anything because this came out like literal just months ago. disclaimer that a lot of this is me going by ear with my fairly basic jp knowledge and being largely hand-held by machine translations, if anyone wants to type up a more accurate translation please feel free.

on that same note and while i'm talking about it, a real quick initial translation note that i consider important/useful before anything starts: the jp term for 'admiring,' 'aspiring,' and 'longing/yearning' (憧れるよ) can all be the same and are used interchangeably throughout the tracks, (compared to english which has very different inherent connotations,) so keep that in mind for understanding's sake!

also final disclaimer that this cd uses the anime cast, whereas my portrayals use the voices from the wink series, not the ones you'll find in here. i can't stand okiayu dark i'm an onosaka dark first n foremost awoijakfjlkgj okay enough about that let's go!!!!

TRACK 1.

< starts off with a generic heist(tm) for intro flare (25 years and canon dark is still homophobic awpoiadklj 😭) then skips to a schoolday. the track takes place during daisuke's bday, one year after his very first transformation, which would in fact make him 15 compared to 14 like he was at the veeery start of the series (and also where i'm writing him). out of the whole cast riku was the only one who didn't know it was his bday because daisuke never talked about it much, and it's also considered a special anniversary day because it's also the day of dark's reappearance.

< emiko has set out a warning card, to daisuke's chagrin and dark's own obliviousness. cue this funny little exchange:

daisuke: ahh, how did this happen?! hiwatari: you always seem so busy. dark: (whose fault is it always making me busier?) daisuke: hiwatari-kun's not...! (lit: 日渡くんじゃない) hiwatari: as long as somebody doesn't do anything, i won't have to get busy.

hiwatari continues to say that tonight's target isn't a hikari, but the product of 'those who yearn and obsess' over it. daisuke goes huhwhat to which hiwatari continues saying: 'when the emotion of longing is too strong, it can sometimes become a powerful curse and eat away at people's hearts.' he also tells dai that he wants dai to be careful 🥺

daisuke's a little late for the meet-up, (and dark takes the blow) but he and riku have a talk over things like their opinions over each other and wanting to get to know each other some more little by little. riku expresses how kind and gentle daisuke is that he'd even be nice to a 'bad person' like dark, and also brings up how daisuke always seemed tired and spaced out in the mornings (thanks to having to escape his mother's traps,) but riku would've never guessed that he was actually so strong and surprisingly a little cool. daisuke gets so happy that he starts to suddenly haul ass after thanking her and riku complains that he's always leaving right in the middle of important conversations.

with daisuke now lamenting that he almost transformed right in front of her, dark laughs and wonders what riku would think if he had. daisuke says that he'd definitely, definitely be hated, and risa shows up. daisuke gets scared wondering if she saw him transform, but dark says that it doesn't seem like she had, so things should be fine. he's still in daisuke's school clothes though, and risa comments on the fact--- daisuke sobs 'i knew it, we're out, dark!' before dark asks why she thinks he's dressed like this, then goes on and plays along with her guess of it being preparations for the heist - the museum for tonight's close to the school.

risa says that today's a special day for her too since it's the first day she fell in love with dark, to which he says that he thinks every day he meets with her is special. risa goes for a kiss and daisuke freaks out, forcing dark to say just kidding and see ya before she stops him one last time - she asks about dark's birthday, says nevermind, then says that she was happy to at least be able to convey her feelings on a day that was special to her. men with secrets are more attractive to her, and she's sorry for stopping him, but she promises to come see him and wishes him the best. daisuke transforms back, to which dark tells them to get moving so they can ask why emiko was interested in idea - the target artwork for the night.

TRACK 2.

dark asks if daisuke's ready - it's already been a year since they've been together, to which daisuke says that he feels weirdly self conscious when it's brought up. a year ago, he was told that if he stole the saint tears, his transformations would be cured, but in reality, he had to somehow make his first love come true.

dark laughs, saying daisuke's surprise was a masterpiece and that he misses it, to which daisuke comments again --- dark misses a year ago, even though his life's extremely long. dark says that even if a year was like the blink of an eye and someone's been around for a long time, they don't always stay in the public eye, and from the time a niwa turned 14 to the time their love bore fruit, he'd use his time. 'for the past 40 years, from grandpa to me, dark's been sleeping, huh? ' dark says that thanks to all the things happening with daisuke, the year's felt strangely long and he's starting to get nostalgic.

dark: (besides, you're by far the clumsiest of all the niwa in history.) daisuke: what's with that?!

the two laugh together; daisuke thinks it's a little weird to be talking about the past, and he was a little happy that even risa told him it was a special day. dark tells him to shut up and hurry up and get moving so they won't be late--- daisuke rushes off.

he apologizes to riku and everyone else for being kept waiting, and takeshi chides him calling him a dumbass, (leaving dark teasing him as one too,) but it couldn't be helped and was dark's fault anyways; he was busy preparing for his encounter with inspector saehara. takeshi's been staking out the place since school ended. riku does an amazing impression of risa fawning over dark, to which she snaps that of course she'd be lovesick, today was a special day! daisuke asks about hiwatari, who pops out saying he's right here--- causing everyone to jump and scream at the top of their lungs.

inside of daisuke, dark suggests hurrying up and running away early, but daisuke doesn't want to because it'd be suspicious. dark insists it'd be suspicious anyways, and it'd be trouble if hiwatari stayed here anyways. daisuke finally relents, and takeshi asks him what's up- he's even more absent-minded than usual, so daisuke says he's a little nervous and going to the bathroom. takeshi asks if he's got diarrhea (lmao) and risa calls him gross, while hiwatari only lets out a sigh. daisuke hides in some bushes and leaves his cover to wiz, who transforms into him while he transforms into dark. dark tells wiz to come back to him as soon as hiwatari leaves the group, and the heist is officially on.

inside the museum, hiwatari has appeared in front of idea as expected, and shouts for dark not to run. krad soon appears and begins to attack and pursue dark, saying that dark must want to settle things with him today- to which dark says that he had no interest in doing so and hadn't been the one to invite him out in the first place. daisuke and him start to fret; if krad's appeared, then hiwatari must be in a desperate situation today. krad, meanwhile, has been calling the artwork a fake and says he has no interest in it or its obsession. to him, the artwork is a piece of junk that has no value and should be destroyed.

dark dares him to try something if he can, and krad starts to destroy it, promising to destroy as many 'fakes' as they liked, until hiwatari starts holding him down from within --- the artwork's dangerous, and once broken, begins emitting a strange and magical light. daisuke tells dark to let go of it, and hiwatari curses that it's too late to fix it properly now. in the end daisuke ends up pulled away from dark and gets absorbed into the artwork alongside satoshi, who asks what the hell krad must have done, but not even krad had done anything. krad disses idea some more as an ugly artwork, but the fact there are no more interruptions makes everything juuuuust right- he attacks dark, who begs for daisuke to hurry up and exit the artwork already.

inside of idea, daisuke wakes up with hiwatari. he asks where he is, saying his surroundings feel like the inside of a kaleidoscope - hiwatari deduces that due to the mysterious light of idea, they were probably inside of it by now. the two of them were in fact separated and absorbed. hiwatari remarks on how calm daisuke is to which daisuke brightly replies that there's a good thing - (hiwatari:what is there good about this situation?!) since he isn't alone and hiwatari's with him, there's still something good about their circumstances. (hiwatari: you're being awfully optimistic.)

daisuke changes the topic to recall that hiwatari had told him something about this artwork in school, and asks if hiwatari knows anything about it. hiwatari explains that it's also a 'kind of seed of light',(hikari) and brings up a woman's eyes - 'this piece, named idea, was created with a longing for light.'(hikari) daisuke recalls hiwatari's earlier description: an admiration so strong it became a curse.

hiwatari concurs and elaborates: its creator longed for the hikari (light) and idea was the only one of those works that had survived, the closest to the original. the others were destroyed by the hikari, and hiwatari wonders if it wasn't krad who had actually done that. daisuke asks why only idea was spared, but hiwatari himself doesn't know why; even if it was approved of, it still would have been such a 'distorted' work. daisuke asks if that's how hiwatari himself feels, to which hiwatari asks what daisuke means. idea doesn't feel so bad to him: admiring someone and thinking they're amazing, isn't that a positive thing? he wants to believe that the inside of idea is something similar. hiwatari acknowledges that must be how daisuke feels, but for himself, it's too dazzling for him to look at.

hiwatari: please don't make that face. it's just a difference in perception. krad: that's right. it's a despicable thing for imperfections to be forgiven, hikari. and satoshi-sama, are you also cursed by the blood of light that makes you attracted to imperfect beings?

hiwatari immediately recognizes krad's appearance as a hallucination caused by idea, but the daisuke from before must have been real.

idea: where's niwa? is it real? is it fake? who decides what is what?

having been so suddenly separated from hiwatari, daisuke calls out for him- because hiwatari had disappeared so suddenly, he can only hope that hiwatari's okay. immediately after, daisuke's confronted by dark saying: ' i don't care about him, anything's fine, isn't it?!' daisuke's relief at dark's appearance is immediate, and he says that it's an emergency, but before he can continue, dark cuts him off and says he's going to get out of here and go home. daisuke insists that they find hiwatari before they do that, and dark asks why --- he's the enemy! wouldn't it be better to keep him locked up here? daisuke says he can't be the only one to get out; hiwatari had to still be somewhere around somewhere. if dark was getting out, then he'd have to go with daisuke.

dark: what the hell do we care about that hikari brat? daisuke: hiwatari's a very important friend to me! you know that! dark: he's a dear friend to you, but maybe he doesn't think so.

cut to hiwatari and krad .

krad: satoshi-sama, you want niwa daisuke, but is that the truth? satoshi: what? krad: isn't that boy too dazzling for you? admiration is something that is so dazzling that it's painful to look at. aren't those words the real truth? satoshi: you talk a lot for a fake.

cut to dark and daisuke.

dark: you've never heard hiwatari's real feelings before. so, he might be a fake friend. daisuke: it ... can't be like that. dark: how can you say that? daisuke: because i know. dark: what's that supposed to mean? you don't know anything about the hikari. how beautiful and fascinating the hikari artworks are, attracting people to the point of being violent and demonic. daisuke: ...yeah. i don't really understand anything about the hikari. dark: see? then-- daisuke: but! i know hiwatari-kun! and --- i know dark, too. dark: what do you mean? daisuke: you ... aren't dark. dark: --- ?! daisuke: it's true that dark dislikes hiwatari-kun, but he sees him as an individual, not as part of the hikari clan... at least in front of me. to be obsessed with the hikari's art, you must be... idea, right?

the fake dark transforms into idea, who calls daisuke quick to have noticed things and pretty smart despite only being a 'human niwa.' daisuke asks why he and hiwatari were absorbed into this place, but idea vents at him for only continuing to steal hikari artworks while his only goal was the hikari clan.

idea: shut up! you have the answer! i keep reaching out, but even if i do, i can't reach it! but even so, i still feel a burning desire to reach out, so i reach out again, but i still can't reach it! daisuke: ... idea: i admire the hikari's works and want to reach that height. do you understand the pain of being possessed by a desire and losing everything?!

switch to krad!

krad: that's right. you don't know anything. you are a special being, a member of the hikari family. you... hiwatari: yeah, i don't want to understand the lamentations of those who have given up and gave up trying. krad: correct. that nobility is what makes you so attractive, but at the same time, it makes you lonely. hiwatari: shut up! krad: that's why you don't try to understand others. at the same time... you are not understood by others. here... it's lonely. hiwatari: ngh... krad: that should have been fine for you before. not attached, not possessed, your heart never ached for others... hiwatari: ... krad: even though i've done so much for you, you just look away. hiwatari: you don't see me! krad: satoshi-sama's feelings are mistaken. hiwatari: shut up! what do you know? you don't know anything either! krad: you can't understand others, and you're not understood. you are, for eternity, lonely. hiwatari: i'm ... not lonely... !!

switch to daisuke.

daisuke: it's true that i don't understand you... how much you've yearned for the hikari and how much you've despaired, but... is yearning really just such a bad feeling? idea: what? daisuke: after i spent a year with dark, i started thinking, 'i wish i could be like dark...!' i don't know what i was thinking. idea: that's what i long for. a longing that can never be fulfilled and disappears into black despair! in the end, the shape of the work is like a crack. daisuke: --- but you know, i don't want to drown in admiration. the desire to become something and to know more about it, gives me the courage to take a step forward.

cue a flashback to riku saying that she was getting to know daisuke little by little.

daisuke: this is also about moving forward. if i move forward, the person i admire is waiting for me. that's what i believe.

cue another flashback of riku remembering seeing 'daisuke as dark for a moment.'

daisuke: i want to catch up with him someday. that's what i aspire for.

switch to krad.

krad: that feeling is usually comical and not beautiful, even though i and satoshi-sama are connected by a bond of fate. hiwatari: you ... krad: you are the giver. what else can you be? hiwatari: ... krad: he is in this idea, a tether that confines him forever. and you too will continue to watch here, forever suffering the pain of what you cannot obtain. you can only look at the artworks of the hikari. daisuke: don't be fooled, hiwatari-kun! hiwatari: niwa---?! krad: impossible! from where---?! daisuke: that isn't krad! you knew that, right?!

hiwatari agrees - although the tone is just like krad's, there's a crucial difference: he'd never give up on the kokuyoku.

hiwatari: show me you would never even think of locking me up to die in a piece of art like this... idea!

glass shattering sound fx, whatever was separating daisuke from hiwatari crumbles and daisuke says he's glad hiwatari isn't hurt. idea fumes, hiwatari begins to speak.

hiwatari: it's true that there's a dazzling admiration inside of me, but not everyone is crushed by it. the answer is not to become the same as your idol. you can just hold it close to your heart and use it as a guidepost, like a brother. daisuke: hiwatari-kun... hiwatari: first of all, i can't become a niwa. he's too soft-hearted. daisuke: ...eh? i-i don't know if i'm that good-natured ... hiwatari: yes. in fact, he wants to save this artwork without destroying it. am i wrong? daisuke: mhm... you're not wrong! idea: you're just rambling on and on! daisuke: hey, idea... why don't you let me steal you? idea: wh... what? hiwatari: it's not a bad suggestion. idea: what are you on about?! hiwatari: the reason the hikari ancestors didn't destroy idea was because there was a secret in its name. 'the maiden's eyes, idea.' that means the viewer. daisuke: the viewer... always following what they admire with their gaze. hiwatari: the hikari didn't tolerate imitators, but they did forgive the gaze that was fixed on them. idea: the light that had destroyed their brothers so much... that's how it should be, i'm sure, but ---! daisuke: the creator of you gave you that name with a wish in mind. hiwatari: "i want to continue watching these light-hearted works and admire them even after i die." idea: that... i didn't understand the meaning of my birth... daisuke: then... take a look with me! hiwatari-kun's feelings... the hikari's feelings! idea: why you steal... isn't that like a hikari's work? daisuke: yeah, that's right! hiwatari: what you said didn't sound bad. daisuke: but... is it okay? you'll be helping me steal it. hiwatari: as long as it isn't a hikari artwork, then there's no problem if i step back. idea: (laughs) it can't be... being stolen by a niwa! how do you like that?

daisuke: well then, looks like the deal's done! let's go back, hiwatari-kun. hiwatari: yeah. even so... your bottomless kindness--- daisuke: hm? hiwatari (whispering): i admire it.

^ ooooh that delivery was CRAZY thank you akira ishida HOLY MOLY!!! ZOOWEE!!!

TRACK 3.

cut back to krad and dark. the real ones this time! krad tells dark they're finally going to become one. dark says he doesn't give a shit about that and some glittery magic sound fx cue daisuke and satoshi's return to their respective angels within them --- dark says he was getting tired of waiting and daisuke begs dark to steal idea. dark says he doesn't know what happened while daisuke was inside the artwork, but that (idea) is the Great His (ore-sama's...) thing.

krad also welcomes satoshi back with an extremely formal greeting, (one reserved for partners) to which satoshi says it's dangerous for him to keep his eyes off of things. krad calmly calls it a conundrum, only, too bad for sato, "it's his time."

krad starts blasting, dark flies off towards the water while saying if the whole museum's destroyed there won't even be anything for him to steal, but he also tells daisuke to leave things to dark-sama when daisuke asks where they're trying to go. inside of krad, satoshi holds krad back to give dark an opportunity to attack- dark goes all phsew!!! and krad lets out dark's name at five thousand reverbeating decibels; maiden's eyes (idea) get. krad runs out of power, but dark's completely beat too- daisuke starts falling and lands in some water, while hiwatari says he was cushioned by some trees and soil. daisuke thanks him, and hiwatari says he was only paying back what he owed. daisuke looks for idea, but hiwatari says he doesn't have it anymore and that he dropped it somewhere.

risa and riku appear, with risa guiding everyone towards the crash and riku wondering what in the world they'd do if dark was really there. the two end up surprised to see daisuke and hiwatari together. while daisuke fumbles for an excuse, hiwatari speaks up to tell them that they both came all this way after chasing dark, but he had escaped at the very last moment.

risa: awww, it's such a shame! hiwatari: that's right, such a real shame. i'll catch him next time. daisuke: i-is that so?

riku gives daisuke a loooong stare then lets everything go - it's fine as long as daisuke's safe. plus, it's his birthay so she can give him a special pardon. since dark ran off, there was nothing left for everyone but to go home, only risa wants to keep searching just in case dark turns up. riku says no, it's getting late and cold, and hiwatari asks if they aren't forgetting someone? cut to takeshi sneezing all alone - everyone's left him, but he's still hoping to stake out the scoop, so hurry up, dark, no, dark-sama, and show up to give him the chance to take a picture! pl-ea-se!!!!!

cut to daisuke flopping into his bed. dark says their birthday flew by, but daisuke suddenly asks for the time, then sits right back up and starts doing something despite dark's concerns over his sleep --- daisuke ends ups finishing a picture of dark as a present from him, because it's their anniversary, as risa called it.

dark: daisuke... daisuke: how... is it? dark: pfft. no good! daisuke: ehhh?! ⤴⤴⤴ ngh, i don't know if it's because maybe it's not all that good, but --- dark: no, that's not it.

dark explains that he just doesn't want to receive any presents from men and daisuke asks what the heck that's supposed to be. dark'd be happy to get anything from a girl, but he won't be happy in the slightest if he gets something from a guy. daisuke pouts: he thought he'd celebrate dark's birthday, but that's enough! dark instead announces he's going to steal it, and daisuke asks what happened to not accepting presents from guys? dark says as a legendary phantom thief, treasures weren't given as presents, they were stolen --- daisuke says dark's not really being honest.

dark asks what the title of portrait is, and daisuke says that there isn't one, to which dark retorts that receiving an artwork with that kind of noise is a real turn off. he tells daisuke to call it something, to which daisuke thinks to call it his aspiration: dark hesitates, and daisuke asks if it's no good. dark calls him a huuuuuge softy for giving his picture a title like that and starts to laugh, to which daisuke says he's had enough--- he hates dark and he's going to bed! he falls asleep in a solid three seconds leaving dark to himself. he starts using daisuke's body while he's asleep, telling wiz to hush so that daisuke doesn't wake in the middle of anything. before daisuke, dark had never received a gift from the niwa before- this was the first time.

dark: "my aspiration," huh? (*clocktower ringing*) dark: the date's changed. i forgot to say it, but happy birthday, daisuke. a birthday is a day that tells us that time is definitely moving forward, and you're moving forward with aspirations in your heart. just like you admire me, i've often thought i wanted to have you. so maybe we're becoming the same. hey, daisuke... ... is it alright if i can be you?

[earth2pearl]

Chapter 2: Don’t Cry

Chapter 1

—

“Regulus, please tell me this is a cruel joke.”

“I know Dora. I know,” Regulus replied, desperately choking back a sob.

“Regulus-” she began but stopped at the expression blurring the boy’s features. Whilst opening her arms, she whispered pitifully, “come here.”

Regulus let her pull him in and wrap herself around his subtly shaking frame. The tears brimming in his eyes slowly began to escape, trickling down the boy’s cheeks.

“I know it’s selfish to lie to him. I just want a glimpse of what it would be like. I want to know what it would be like to be loved by him. I know I’m going to get hurt Dora, I know. But I’ll at least get a chance to feel it, even if it’s only for a little while.”

Pandora only nodded, holding Regulus tightly while he wept. She would murder James for the hell he’d unintentionally put Regulus through, but she knew he meant well, and Regulus would only be devastated. She settled on simply being there for him.

—

James nearly tripped sprinting up the Gryffindor stairwell, too giddy to care. He accidentally slammed the door into the wall, causing the two boys lounging on Sirius’ bed to nearly jump out of their skin. He graced them with a burning smile.

“He agreed!”

“You’re lying,” Sirius called in disbelief.

“Swear to Merlin I'm not,” he shot back with a large, dopey grin.

Sirius made eye contact with Remus, giving him an odd look James had yet to see before. He sighed lightly, then turned back to the oblivious boy.

“What exactly did he say?”

“‘Okay’”

Sirius mulled this over in his head, blindsided by his brother’s agreeance to James’ plan.

“Are you sure this is going to work, Prongs?”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t,” he replied, clueless to the tone of Sirius’ voice. “I’m going to meet him in the astronomy tower tonight. In the meantime, I will be in the library attempting to write my potions essay.”

The messy-haired boy strutted out of the dorm, leaving Remus and Sirius alone again.

“I forgot how fucking oblivious he is sometimes,” Sirius spat, curling back into Remus with a sigh.

“I know, Darling. Should we put a stop to this?” he replied whilst stroking a hand down his lover’s back.

“No, I don’t think. Regulus would have said no if he didn’t want to get tangled in that mess. I know my brother, even through the distance. He knows how to handle himself.”

“Alright, Darling.”

—

The day came and went, night soon falling across the grounds. Regulus got to the tower early, sitting on the edge and leaning his head on his arms that gently pressed into the railing. Soon footsteps could be heard from the stairwell; Regulus tensed, unsure if he should try to bolt or follow through with the plan. Before he could decide the messy-haired boy came through the door. Regulus stiffened, fighting the urge to face him.

“Hello darling,” James cooed.

Regulus’ heart painfully clenched in his chest.

“Took you long enough,” he spat with a wince.

He hoped James didn't notice.

“I’m on time-“

“Late,” Regulus reiterated, peeling his eyes away from the stars, finally turning to survey the other man. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”

“Right, well. I wanted to set up some boundaries to make sure we were both comfortable for the foreseeable future. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything throughout this. If you want to back out at any point that's perfectly fine. I'd like to come out of this as friends, not enemies. Trust me when I say that's the last thing I want to happen.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Reasonable. What did you have in mind?”

“I’m okay with pretty much everything that comes along with a relationship, but I’m assuming you aren’t a big fan of public displays of affection.”

From you? I’d love it

“You would be correct, but that might defeat the whole purpose of doing this, no?”

“Right… Well, is there anything you are completely against?”

“I’m okay with public affection as long as we aren’t virtually procreating out in the great hall and such.” He paused before adding, “Oh, and no real kisses.”

Regulus was not about to admit it, but he’d never had his first kiss. He wanted it to be special. It was childish, he knew that, but it didn't hurt to hope.

Right?

A bright grin spread over James face.

“No fucking in the Great Hall or kisses. Got it.”

Regulus facepalmed.

—

“Good morning Lovely!” James called from down the hallway, causing Regulus’ heart to leap out of his chest.

He whipped around to face the voice, getting slightly dizzy from moving so fact.

“Christ James, what are you doing down here?”

“I wanted to escort my boyfriend to breakfast,” he explained with a grin, moving beside the shorter boy to link their arms together.

Regulus tensed, and James pulled away slightly.

“Unless you’d rather otherwise?” he asked with a subtle pout.

“No, this is okay.”

“Are you sure?”

Regulus wanted to melt at the sight of James’ slightly tilted head.

“Yes.”

James beamed down at Regulus, causing his insides to twist into tight knots. He felt he might puke, which worsened when James pulled him in close. A burning warmth spread in Regulus’ chest.

After a few paces the burn subsided, a comforting warmth blanketing him. Regulus fought a smile.

“Will you be doing this daily?” Regulus asked, praying the hint of hopefulness embedded within his words went unnoticed.

“If you’d like me too, sweetheart,” James answered with calm ease.

Regulus’ insides somersaulted.

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” he nonchalantly affirmed.

“Then it’s settled. Every morning I’ll greet you in the corridor outside the Slytherin portrait.”

The rest of the trek to the great hall was done in silence, Regulus slowly becoming relaxed in the scalding atmosphere of James.

Upon their arrival, the glasses-clad man made a show of opening the door for his faux boyfriend and planting a fake kiss on his hairline. He hovered so close Regulus could feel his warm breath. In a pretend reluctance, they parted ways, Regulus trudging over to where he knew he’d be drowned in questions.

“Regulus. Arcturus. Black. What the fuck was that?” Barty demanded in a hushed spat through gritted teeth.

Regulus hadn't even fully sat yet.

“Hm?” he hummed in faux innocence, sitting between Dorcas and Evan.

“Don’t act like what we just saw was our imagination Regulus,” Evan interjected, anger coating his features.

Regulus scooted toward Dorcas; Evan and Barty were unpredictable, and he didn't enjoy being caught off guard.

The nervous boy threw Pandora a glance, his expression begging for help.

“Looks like our darling Black has a boyfriend,” she sighed sweetly.

Regulus made a mental note to buy her sweets and quills next Hogsmeade visit.

“Finally someone else here is dating a Gryffindor. It’s so annoying to hide,” Dorcas called, hiding by taking a long sip from her mug.

The group fell into silence, all four heads turning to look at the girl. Regulus was relieved to be out of the group's focus.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Cas who are you-“

“No fucking way-“

“Marlene?”

“Yes, Marlene my beloveds. I’m surprised none of you noticed, she’s impossible to keep subdued. Sneaking her into our dorm was always a chall-”

“She’s been in our dorm and I didn’t know?” Pandora asked with a frown. “Cas why did you hide? We tell each other everything.”

The three boys backed off, pretending to lose interest in the conversation and focusing on their plates.

“I was nervous. I wanted to tell you, but she’s a Gryffindor and I didn’t know if you’d care.”

“Why would that matter if you’re happy? I only care that you’re happy.”

The two girls stared at each other for a while before Dorcas cracked a huge smile. She turned back to address everyone.

“I’ll guess I’ll have to introduce her to you guys. Barty, you’re going to love her.”

—

When Regulus exited his first class of the day, James was waiting outside the door.

“Hello lovely,” he cooed sweetly.

Regulus looked quite surprised, and James briefly thought it was endearing. He shook the thought from his head, confused as to where it even came from.

“I was wondering if you could write down your timetable for me. I had to ask so many people what class you would be in; Marlene of all people knew.”

“What for?” Regulus asked suspiciously.

“So I can plan my route accordingly,” James beamed back.

“Do you plan to walk me to each of my classes?”

James noticed what he thought was a hint of hope in the other boy’s voice but thought nothing of it.

“Of course, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

The slight blush James had seen only a day ago was back, and he caught himself thinking it was quite lovely against Regulus’ faint freckles. When did Regulus become so charming to him? James shook the thoughts from his head a bit more aggressively. Regulus gave him strange look.

“I’ll give it to you after my next class; I have charms now,” Regulus replied, his voice slightly damp.

Before James could reply, he caught sight of the red-headed girl he was after. Regulus must have seen her as well; James felt him tense.

But something felt off. Her hair didn’t seem as vibrant anymore, and her smile was the same as others. Her burning aura that James usually basked in felt a bit too hot when she passed. James shook his head yet again, a weird feeling settling in his stomach. He’d have to contemplate that later.

Soon the two boys were at the charms classroom, and James pretended to plant a kiss on the back of Regulus’ hand before parting ways. If he sprinted, he could make it to potions in time.

—

Regulus was insanely bored. He’d learned all these charms when he was 10; his parents wanted him to have an advantage. He cast a wordless tempas, groaning at the clock. Dorcas looked over at him in annoyance, jealous of his deep understanding when it came to Magic. If only she knew where it came from.

Regulus was turning to look away when the classroom door burst open, a man with similar features waltzing in.

“Regulus Arcturus Black!” he shouted, his best friend stumbling in behind him.

“Sirius stop!” he called, reaching to pull the other man back and failing miserably. “Regulus I’m so sor-“

“My best mate? You’re with my best mate? What the fuck!”

Regulus would have been worried if it wasn't for the shit-eating grin spread across the other boys face.

“You interrupted my lessons to state the obvious?” he drawled, looking uninterested.

“It’s because you missed me,” Sirius declared.

“What?”

“Admit it. You’re only dating James because you miss your favorite person in the whole world: me.”

Sirius’ words hit Regulus like a ton of bricks. He missed Sirius more than anything.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have charms to learn.”

His words were missing their usual venom, instead filled with fondness and a tint of hope.

Sirius was satisfied with this answer, nodding his head and bidding farewell to the class. So what if he lost 100 points for Gryffindor? He had gotten what he wanted: his brother to give him a sign that he missed him too.

James just wishes he picked any other time to do it.

—

Chapter 3

Sorry this took me so long, I’ve had a rough few days. Cramming for the ACT is no fun. I'm sorry if any of the writing here is a bit funky I was rushing.

Thank you for reading!

[opera-ghost]

really quick thoughts on 3/2/23 evening phantom performance:

main trio was ben crawford, emilie kouatchou, and greg mills(!)

kelly loughran was on for meg and she was very sweet! i really liked her voice

also janet saia for carlotta, very entertaining

whenever greg was watching emilie on stage like during think of me and il muto, he was super attentive and into it. paul schaefer seems almost bored during think of me, checking the program or just sitting there like a statue. greg was enraptured, and turned around to nehal a few times to talk with him excitedly. he seemed to really enjoy watching emilie as the page boy in il muto, it was so fun to see

ben started doing this thing where after the third or fourth “sing for me” during the title song, he lets out a breathless “yes.” i first heard it in a recording of the 35th anniversary show but he also did it during the 3/1 evening performance. you can’t hear it super well on this audio but i think it’s slightly clearer on the audio from 3/1. i like the choice a lot

people laughed during ben’s STYDI crawl, because, well, it does look a little silly. i still love it though. if the STYDI crawl has one fan, it’s me. if the STYDI crawl has no fans, i’m dead

again, GREG MILLS RAOUL. absolutely iconic AIAOY. the way he spun around excitedly as he sang “then say you’ll share with me…” ,, and he held emilie so tenderly when they kissed

actual gasps and whispers when ben’s hand appeared on the angel and he climbed up. it was amazing energy

during WC, the spark thing on the staff didn’t work. ben sort of looked at the staff while singing and then just continued going on as normal. the pyrotechnics at the end still worked

when emilie was behind ben during PONR, right before she ran her hand over the mask (and ben gets up from the bench), ben’s right hand traveled down and was hovering over his crotch (almost… touching), and emilie touching his mask seemed to cut him off. he was SUFFERING throughout the whole number, hands going insane, fingers twitching

during final lair- on the second kiss, ben kept almost touching emilie and then hovering, like almost touching her face, almost touching her hair, almost touching her waist

when greg was holding emilie, and ben was telling them to leave, she wasn’t necessarily struggling against greg but she was reaching out to ben and like sort of trying to go to him but seemed to be almost grounded by greg’s hold on her, if that makes sense

EMILIE ALMOST WHISPERS BACK I LOVE YOU WHEN RETURNING THE RING

ben grabbed the veil and sniffed it deeply, then sobbed loudly into it. i don’t think i’ll ever recover honestly

he repeats “i love you” multiple times which seems to just be A Thing the broadway phantoms do now. i personally think it works very well and it also hit me like a freight train tonight