#My deepest apologies of the wrong pronouns

[mr-walkingrainbow]

I noticed your tags and I genuinely didn't realize I forgot to follow you mijnhubgyvftcdrx my apologies. Also, I don't use she/her pronouns

GUYS HE FOLLOWED ME WE WON! WE WON THE BOYFAILURE CHALLENGE I JUSR CREATE TWO POINT THREE SECONDS AGO!

[uplatterme]

MORAX, The Second.

MASTERLIST | BARBATOS | BEELZEBUL

cw: sub!zhongli, dragon hybrid!zhongli, jealous!zhongli, dom!reader, they/them pronouns, dacryphilia, drink spiking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, implied poly!zhongli and poly!reader

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ZHONGLI AND HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYBODY! this is gonna be sappy so feel free to skip this note but i want everyone to know that i’m truly grateful for my readers and the commissions that i’ve gotten this year despite me being gone half of the year. i love you guys so much, let’s look forward to a year full of simping and i hope that everyone’s wishes will come true as well :D

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Your visit to Liyue was uneventful, and you liked it that way, just needing a time to unwind especially with having too much on your plate lately. You planned on merely checking out newfound ores and jewelry to add to your collection. Unfortunately, things took a rather quick turn than your normal visits.

Your hands were on Zhongli’s collar, clutching them angrily despite the unfazed appearance of the archon. Your head hurt, you were dizzy and annoyed being woken up and put in this state by no one other than the man in your grasp. His eyes were serious and stern, acting like he didn’t understand what it was that he did wrong.

“You!” You slurred out. “You purposely made me drunk!”

“I…” He mused out, disappointed at how you’re behaving.

“My apologies, It wasn’t my choice to upset you.”

“You archons and your spoiled attitude… Is that a requirement for being one?” You sighed, letting go of the man and trying to regain yourself.

“Just weeks ago, Barbatos pulled a similar stunt. Seducing me, even.” You expanded on your reasoning for being angry.

“Did it work?” He questioned, a worried look on his face that he may have been too late.

You let out an amused laugh. “If it did?”

Silence seemed to fill the cave you were in and you found yourself idiotic for letting another god have his way without noticing it. You two had a meal, Zhongli calling over the waiter each time to refill your glass. Not wanting to seem rude, you kept drinking. 

The Geo Archon’s mood had been sour ever since you saw him. 

He put his arms around your waist, not letting you go and blocking the entrance with one of his structures.

“I…How do I say this? Must you really spend time with that drunkard and that girl more than me?”

You clenched your fists, his warmth relieving the coldness of the now dark cave as the light which was previously coming from outside was now shut. Your eyes only focused on Morax’s glowing ones.

“Morax… You and I both know that you’re different from Barbatos.”

You knew that both of them were the complete opposite. Morax was the one who thought of things in a more calculated manner. However, if one continued to store their feelings without a word, they would eventually come crashing down like a meteor.

“This isn’t something you’d normally do.” You restated so that it would be clearer for him.

“If it’s something to prove that I have fallen deeply, even comparable to the deepest layer of the earth for you, then it is. It is something that I would do.” His words would take even a bard for a surprise.

“I’m already bound to Barbatos. Does that not sadden you?” You questioned the god.

“It’s not something that I wish to be reminded of.” He admitted.

“I see. I’m still not happy about this but…should I make that the least of your worries?”

It didn’t take much for the god to be lost in a trance full of pleasure. It was as if he was a zither who’d let out a sound each time you plucked his strings. Perhaps it was due to the darkness making his senses twice more attentive but he was just too sensitive, far too sensitive.

It didn’t matter where your fingers lingered upon, his breath would hitch as he awaited for you. 

Undressing Morax revealed his toned body, shiny and gorgeous scales that beautifully decorated the human form that he took. 

“No amount of Mora could compare, Morax.” Your words made his heart flutter, he always liked it whenever you praised him.

It embarrassed him that he was already in this state when he was the one who said that he would seduce you. If he couldn’t even last long, how would he even be able to achieve that? He stopped your hand that was making its way to his cock, to your surprise.

“Is this not to your liking?” You asked.

No one may be around, but the rocks would always remember. They would remember everything, especially the contract that he had decided to make with you.

“It would be better if we were to make a contract.” He stated.

“A contract? For what?”

Morax bit his tongue, were you really forcing him to say it out loud? His cheeks heated up, thankful for the darkness that surrounded the cave.

“To not finish until penetration begins…”

You sealed your lips, not expecting him out of all people to say something like that. “Alright, and what if you do?”

“Then, you have the right to deal with my body as you wish.” 

“Big talk for someone as needy as you.” You said, latching your fingers to his nipples that had his cock twitching.

Zhongli’s sensitivity finally made sense. He probably hadn’t had sex in this human form of his, which was why each time you kept pushing his buttons, he already felt being sent over the edge.

Still, you knew how he was about contracts. He wouldn’t disappoint you now, would he?

Maybe you should take back your statement of him not being familiar with the art of seduction, especially with the way he fluttered his eyelashes at you as he moaned out loud, whispering your name under his breath.

“Haah!~” Zhongli spat out, feeling your teeth on his shoulder. You didn’t expect him to react so much from just a bite, but he is a dragon, perhaps having his skin hurt when he’s not used to any kind of pain was something he found pleasurable?

You haven’t even gotten to the best part yet and he was already providing so much.

Morax’s cock was something you needed to see to believe. His smooth skin contrasted with its rough and large shape. Moreover, he’s already oozing out cum more than the average man. If you weren’t paying attention, you would have mistaken it for him already being at his climax.

He yelped when he felt you grind against his groin, tears swelling up his eyes. You weren’t doing much, just allowing the friction from your clothes to do all the work for you. Yet, Morax is sobbing as he chanted your name like it was some sort of spell.

“Ugh, Please!” He screamed out, your fingertips lightly dancing on the tip of his hardened cock. He may have said it out loud but it looked more like he was saying it to himself, that he shouldn’t cum this easily.

His voice serenaded you even more when you grasp what you could of his cock and slowly started stroking up and down. His thighs quiver, seeking the warmth and movement from your hand. His body moving on its own, humping and grinding against the cage of your hands.

“Stop—stop! I can’t—Not yet!” He whimpered out desperately, the pleasure was too much to the point that his body was moving on its own accordance and he couldn’t do anything but to grit his teeth together, begging his own body to stop before he stepped out of line.

He faced down, face full of shame as he had no choice but to swallow in it, that he as the god of contracts, was unable to fulfill something that he proposed himself.

“Nghh-!” You pulled his ponytail like it was a collar, making him face you as he dwelled in the pleasure that you had given him oh so generously.

His vision is blurry, mind too hazy to think but he focused it on you. Your face which seemed to be judging his actions. He pushed down his sobs, holding them as much as he could, not wanting to receive your wrath.

“Good boy, I haven’t even said anything and you’ve already got it.” He sniffled, quieting down even if your movements had become more quick and rigorous. He was furiously shaking his head, begging for no more. If he couldn’t even take this, he’d just come off as someone narcissistic, someone that’s all talk.

His hands held onto your arms, drool dripping down to Morax’s chin. He wouldn’t be able to stop it anymore and he was letting you know that.

“Hmph! Ah-ah-ah!” 

His nails grew sharper and started digging into your skin, though it seemed as if he was unaware of it. You continued stroking his cock determining when he’d reach his limit. He looked like a mess, continuing to beg himself to stop although none of his pleas were to you.

You stopped at the right moment, his back arching, cum splattering on the floor. He didn’t cum. He didn’t, but he felt both disappointed and glad that he didn’t.

“Good job, Morax.” You congratulated him.

“You held back…” He said breathlessly.

“You should be thanking me and apologizing instead.” Morax glanced at your scratched arm and flushed a deep red.

“I-I apologize! It wasn’t–” You placed a finger on his lips.

“I’m still mad about everything. Don’t think just because I gave you what you want meant that I have forgiven you.”

He clicked his tongue. “I see. What will it take for me to be forgiven then?”

“I don’t know, just let me have my way with you while I think about it.” 

“Of course–Hn!” Zhongli choked out a sob. You didn’t even let him finish before you had attacked the god.

“You’re so fucking slutty, Morax. Look at how you crumble under me.” Your cold voice sent shivers down his spine, already cumming from having his insides played with.

Your words conflicted with his thoughts. Why was he so enamored of you to begin with? To the point that even if you throw such harsh words, he would still consider them as praise regardless.

He cried from the way you ravaged his walls, you were so forceful but it felt so damn good. Like you knew that this was just the kind of thing he was into.

You had him scratching the ground beneath him, unable to hold onto anything inside the cave. It’s cold, and the smell of alcohol you previously ingested mixed well with your smell. It was addicting, something he couldn’t get enough of.

His throat hurt from moaning nonstop, but how could he restrain himself when you’re fucking him as if there’s no tomorrow?

“Hmpf–Keep going!” He pleaded, knees bruised against the ground.

Morax shivered when he heard a crumble coming from his right ear. The structure that he’d placed there collapsed due to his senses being dumbed down. He whined as he realized that he could see everything, all the biting that you’d done to him, his legs sticky with his own cum and the marking that he’d accidentally placed onto you.

Worry came right after when he figured out that if the entrance was open, people could pass by or hear him. Or worse, any of the adepti would be able to hear the pathetic noises that he was making right now.

He shut his lips together, crying out instead of making any sound.

You slammed your legs even harder, Morax gasping as he shook his head at the pleasure that was overwhelming him, cumming again within just a few minutes.

“N-No more…” He begged, hoping that you’d take any kind of pity on him.

“You say that, yet you were the one who said yes. Just earlier you suggested that I may do what I wish with your body and now you’re taking it back?”

“Do you think that’s fair at all? Mr. God of Contracts?”

Morax reached his climax again and this time, the god growled. A dragon’s roar that was surely heard by everyone in Liyue.

You giggled. “Rex Lapis, you were supposed to be laying low. Is it that good?”

“Please–!” 

You sighed, not being able to believe that you were strapping another archon to your belt.

“Fine, but only because you’ve proven that you’d risk your identity to others to be with me.”

You don’t think you could handle two archons fighting over you and you’re sure that Barbatos already knew of what you two did. 

You’re just glad that Ei wasn’t like them.

Or so you thought.

[lostinhisworld]

Part 2 for the rafe x sister ?

ah i'm so sorry this has taken me so long. i got a few different requests for a part 2 so i just chose a random one. rafe cameron x sister!reader. she/her pronouns used. p1

her trembling hands clutched her brother's tear-stained shirt, clinging to him for support. two pairs of tired eyes staring into each other as they shared their deepest secrets, allowing glimpses of the pain that had led them to make the wrong choices.

"i just wanted to be chosen for once," the younger one whispered, voice muffled by the fabric of the boy's clothes. "and for a while i was. i mean, i know it was just because they all knew i’d always have the money, but it still felt nice.”

Rafe wrapped an arm around the fragile the girl, hugging her tightly. "i just wanted to be different." he explained, his eyes closing in shame. "it’s so embarrassing to say out loud, but i-" he stammered. "i wanted something of my own, something they couldn’t compare me to others with."

shaking her head, she pulled away slightly to see his face. "it's not embarrassing, Rafe, it's real." with a small smile growing on her face, she continued, "but i guess it wasn't really just yours."

he laughed a small laugh as she mumbled an apology through giggles.

his eyes brightened as he watched her. for the first times in months she was smiling a real grin— not a polite smile, faked to please their parents or a manic laugh induced by the drugs, but a real, care-free beam.

they may not be through with their journey to freedom, but he was sure as hell they would make there together.

[suusoh]

"excuse me my friend over here thinks you look good..." With nina or anna.

(omg I wanted to go ham with anna on this one, but it's time for miss nina to shine.)

(tw: yandere undertones, she/her pronouns for reader)

The guy standing in front of you and Nina looks as generic as every other university boy tonight. Face flushed, fidgeting with his clothing or hair, soft chuckles escaping in an effort to hide his nerves.

Nervous. That's what they are, that's what they all are, and who wouldn't be when approaching the two of you? You're not sure who he means by "looking good," but you doubt it's you anyway.

Not that you mind, of course. Your friend is a beautiful girl after all.

She remains courteous when receiving attention. But you notice not only the ease at which she dismisses most men, but the speed at which she quickly shoots them down as well. Barely making it to their third sentence before she gives that sweet smile of hers and softly puts a stop to their spiel. She's flattered, but she's not looking for anything right now.

A part of you can't help but feel kinda… bad? For all the guys that approach her. They shoot their shot, but it never quite makes it.

Nina makes sure they don't make it.

But you feel more bad for Nina though. You always step in, hoping to soften the rejection for them and handle it for her as well, as you can sense when she starts getting tired of these things.

"Ah... she's not interested." You give him a soft smile, your eyes silently conveying 'sorry' to him.

Nina shoots a polite smile at the guy, then looks at you, giving a small nod, an affectionate look painting her features. Her eyes silently speak to you as well: 'thank you.'

He awkwardly puts a hand in front of him, slightly desperate to clear the air.

"Ah! N-no, my apologies. I didn't mean her... we meant you, actually."

"...Me?" You quirk an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah. You just... you just seem really... charming, you know?" He starts blushing even more, beginning to ramble. "We were over there thinking about—"

"She's not interested."

Nina quickly interjects, that same polite expression gracing her features, but you can tell there's something a bit… off about it.

The corners of her mouth not quite reaching her eyes. To any other person, she looks as nice as usual, but you can tell she feels something less than cordial right now.

"O-oh? Are you-" the poor college student timidly looking to you to see if you can hand him a lifeline or something.

Nina continues in cheerily staring the man down. Smile still unwavering. She gently grabs your arm, guiding you behind her back. Her demeanor warm and inviting, yet her body language says something otherwise. Something akin to a watchful dog, guarding its territory, snarling and ready to bite at any moment.

The only difference being in how a dog and Nina bare their teeth.

A slight chill runs through your arm when you notice just how tight her grin is right now. Plastic-like. Forced.

"Isn't that right... (name)?" honeyed voice calling out in friendly concern.

She turns her head towards you, holding your gaze while looking for your confirmation. Confirmation for... the guy? Or for... herself? That you are, in fact, not interested. Nor will you ever be interested in any other relationship, aside from the one with her.

You continue to stare at her too. Frozen. The deep blue color in her irises usually comfort you, instead it feels like it's trying to slowly worm its way into the deepest most intimate parts of your mind right now, poking and prodding at your brain, and planting seeds without your permission.

You blink, trying to break your gaze, wanting to look at anything but her. Not wanting to give her that access. You feel as if you could give a wrong answer at any moment.

Her eyes gently remind you that you do know the answer...

that you should know the answer.

"R- Right... right." You look at the man in front of you again, he's even more hesitant now. You swallow and try to clear your voice.

"... I'm not interested."

[signedreality]

ᯓ        KISS ME

        human.alastor x reader

ଳ synopsis ; who would have suspected the mayor's daughter would have fallen in love with the towns radio host?

ଳ warnings : romance, petnames, cigarettes, she/her pronouns for the reader, and cutie stuff.

ଳ missive ; i aired this broadcast at an odd time, but i do hope you enjoy!

now airing ; nobody's fool - dolly kay

he was everything a woman could ever want.

his mahogany eyes bored into those he peered at with such grace while his hair matched the shade he would gaze at you with—the locks being slicked back to contain the mess he called his hair.

his smile was brighter than the lights that shined in his office, and his attire was certainly charming when it wasn't wrinkled up like it was now.

he was everything a woman could ever want.

which is why you had arrived here to get what you wanted.

a few flirts and taunts had been passed your way by the man—his eyes constantly being caught resting on you while you could only bask in the attention. but if attention was all he was willing to give, you were ready to gift him the fact you were going to take what you wanted.

what you needed.

"when the daughter of the mayor informed me she was visiting, i didn't think it would be for such purposes..." alastor spoke under his breath as you stood in front of him—one hand cupping his cheek as you tilted your head.

you were able to back him up against his desk while the man situated the glasses on his face, and he rose his head up the more you leaned into him. "by-by all means, my dear, surely you have the wrong man!"

"the only thing that's wrong right now is that your lips aren't on mine, mr.hartfelt..." the room reeked of smoke as alastor held a cigarette in his hand—the smoke rising while the man only eyed you in shock.

the more you leaned in the more apprehension rose from the man as you closed your eyes, and his gaze darted from you to the cigarette in his grasp.

the smoke was put out in the ashtray before he placed it in your mouth—hoping you would reconsider your choice.

"ma'am, with all due respect, i am nothing but a radio host...surely, you have some other men out there that could gift you what you're looking for..." though, when your eyes opened and peered into his, he couldn't stop the feeling of his chest tightening while his smile partially faltered.

your eyes looked into his as if you were taunting him—the coloured hue of your perfect gaze making the man take in a sharp breath while he moved his head around to stare at things.

you raised an eyebrow before removing the cigarette he had placed in your mouth, and you flicked it to the side before caressing his jaw with the tip of your index finger. "alastor..."

"miss..." he softly called while the bashfulness he was feeling could obviously be seen within his expression—his eyes wandering around to peer at anything but you.

those eyes you desperately wanted to see were looking everywhere but where you wanted them, and his actions only amused you as you leaned a bit closer to him. your lips gently grazed the bottom of his chin in a kiss while the man let out a shaky breath. "kiss me, al..."

you felt his body shudder against yours while you smiled against his skin, and the sensation of his hand situating itself on your hip made you hum.

"but—"

"did i ask for excuses, or did i tell you to kiss me?" your words ended up gifting your ears the blessing of hearing him breathlessly chuckle, and finally, his eyes met yours.

desire and adoration flooded his pupils the more they dilated at the sight of you, and his back partially straightened while he moved his forehead to press against yours.

"my deepest apologies, miss...it was a mistake." his words were spoken in a low tone while his arms wrapped around your waist, "let me make it up to you..."

and with his voice ringing in your ears, the sound of his lips pressing against yours overfilled your senses as your hands found the back of his hair.

each tug and scratch you gifted him earned gentle hums from him while he squeezed your hip, and anytime he attempted to pull away, your lips chased after his as your body melted into his arms.

"what would the papers say?" he mumbled against your lips—the kisses being fairly feverish while you were held close. "small-town radio host caught kissing the daughter of the town's mayor?"

your lips finally pulled away from his own, yet you both kept each other close while you ran your fingers through his hair. "they would say nothing because i could have their whole newspaper business shut down in a snap..."

alastor stared at you for a moment while his smile only grew, and before you knew it, he spun you around so you were pressed against the wall. "with every bone in my body and beat my heart gives, i must declare that i love you with everything i am and will ever be..."

his words were mumbled against the skin of your neck as he gently pecked the skin between a few words, and you were only able to move your head a bit so you could kiss the top of his hairline.

"i love you too, al..."

"i know you do, cher..." his lips trailed up to yours before he took a soft nip of your lower lip, and when you smiled at his action, the man gently kissed you as if he were apologizing.

yet, the only thing he truly wished to apologize for was the fact he hadn't put a ring on your finger yet. a woman as adoring as you was one he had been eyeing every since his gaze met yours, but never once did he consider you felt the same.

until now, of course—which led him to remind himself that he should have wedded you the moment his eyes rested on you.

he could fix that sooner or later, though.

"trust me, i know..."

⤷ word count ; too lazy to count

© signedreality

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[yourfaveismakingmacandcheese]

Evan Macmillan/ the trapper from Dead by Daylight is making fucking mac and cheese, and nobody can stop him!

[italoniponic]

I saw your post about some characters nobody had requested for the event yet. If it's possible, could I request and imagine with Malleus (he was one or the three you mentioned, right?), Azul, and Leona for something? I thought you said 3 characters was the limit, I apologize if I read that wrong. 🙇‍♀️

Can I request what those three would do if their crush / Y/N accidentally confessed somehow (like letting it slip that they liked them) and instead of facing the consequences of their actions, Y/N just freakin' bolts. Nobody has ever seen them move that fast before.

Thank you in advance, and I apologize if this doesn't make sense or I did it wrong.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: ANON I LOVE YOU

The first request featuring Malleus at last! lmao Okay so, since I made something similar with Ace, Cater and Kalim but because there’s other characters this time, I made a twist (yeah, that’s the joke). If you don’t mind, I wrote this in a more funny way. At least it have a complete ending lol

And Diasomnia stans, pls ask me more for Malleus and Silver, I beg you! 

Thanks for the request <3 |

Malleus Draconia, Azul Ashengrotto, Leona Kingscholar x g!n reader who runs really fast / headcanons / fluff & comedy / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

My Baby Runs Like the Wind

“People may not understand why I love you, but...!,” you interrupted yourself halfway through, missing the point you wanted to get to. You simply wanted to assure Malleus that someone in the world really liked him, but your deepest feelings just revealed themselves unexpectedly;

Malleus stopped for a moment and stared deeply at you. In any other situation, he might have let that jumble of words go through his head without noticing anything special. But, it seemed that in this very specific momento he understood what you meant. Malleus’ eyes shone bright, he could feel his own heart beating fast;

Nothing that you could repair for a long time because you jumped up and ran out of there like lightning. Malleus was startled by your speed. He was always amazed at how fast humans could run even though they weren't as skilled as fairies and you seemed to almost disappear into thin air;

But... why did you run away?! Malleus shook his head, pulling himself together. Usually people would run away from him without saying anything or after being rude so they wouldn't suffer the consequences, but you said something good and genuine. You declared your love for him!;

You may have even thought that simply running from your problems was the best of solutions, but when little green lights surrounded you and suddenly, Malleus transported himself in front of you, you realized how wrong you were. You were in the middle of the hallway and the only way out was the side courtyard. Not understanding that you were still in auto-escape mode, Malleus reached out to you to lead you there;

You didn't know what to do. Your head was spinning, confused by the attitudes of your good friend Tsunotaro. Maybe he wanted to reject you more formally? Or perhaps did he not understand what you said and was apprehensive about your escape? You didn't want him to think that way. You weren't running away from him... well, you were, but for another reason;

One way or another, you walked together through the garden and silence was everywhere. Little birds used to avoid Malleus, fearing his draconic aura. In contrast, more crows approached you although they remained courteous in respecting your silence through the way;

You were so restless that Malleus didn't know what to do to help you. He remembered a book that Lilia borrowed for him a few weeks ago, an unusual literature in their land called “teenage romance”. You seemed to be in a very similar situation of misunderstanding between your true feelings;

“Child of Man, do you love me?,” Malleus asked you directly. It took you by surprise and you stared into his glorious jade eyes, expectant for an answer. Your heart started to beat harder and you almost wanted to run from there again;

But you remained and, unable to answer with words, you took Malleus's hand and squeezed it tightly. You nodded, plucking up the courage to face whatever his response to your feelings was. You felt like a knight facing a dragon. However, as admirable as your courage was, there was nothing to worry about;

“Oh, precious joy!,” surprising you again, Malleus gave you a huge smile. You were able to perfectly see his immaculate fangs. “My heart rejoices to hear this. You know why, dear? For I love you as well.” It was like waking up from a nightmare of uncertainties to the reality of sweet life. You were so happy with his response that you threw yourself on top of Malleus to hug him and you both fell off the bench. His good laugh ended up scaring the crows away.

“Loving you is insane, honestly,” you blurted out unintentionally after listening to Azul talk about his favorite coin collection for fifteen minutes. It was accidental, with no prior intention, completely unprepared. The favorite kind of information that Azul would like to receive. But this one caught even him by surprise;

For a long time, there was no noise other than the movement of the fish in the aquarium of Octavinelle's communal room. The little ladder of coins that Azul was making fell but he didn't take his eyes off you. He felt like he heard you wrong. Yeah, maybe that's it. But your face was flustered and this was an indicative counter;

So, for better or worse, you just bolted from there. You ran away so fast you almost ran over the Leech twins in the process. Floyd even joked about changing your name to “Black Marlin” — a fast fish he had bet on racing once in the Coral Sea. But when they turned around to Azul, his coins were already collected from the table and he went after you;

Azul would have asked Jade or Floyd to help ambush you because they were a little faster but, if you had said what he thought you said, he didn't want to involve the Twins unnecessarily in this situation. Things are hard enough without them laughing and teasing him;

Unluckily for Azul, you were on a good day and your run was fast. So fast that he couldn’t get close to you even without the lack of obstacles outside Octavinelle’s main building. He saw you beam out of the dorm and cursed under his breath. If you arrived in the halls of Night Raven College, it would take a lifetime to find you. As if he would give up so easily…;

Meanwhile, on your side of the ship’s bow, you arrived at the Hall of Mirrors and took a moment to catch your breath. You weren't sure if Azul was actually following you but there was a lot of adrenaline running through your veins at the moment;

You couldn't believe what had happened. You confessed yourself to Azul like that! Don’t you think about your own well-being? What if Azul didn't like you the same way? Now he could use that little slip for his own benefit. Well, the real truth was that you wouldn't want to know if Azul was going to reject you and you hoped he just hadn't heard anything;

“Ah, there you are... if you really loved me, you wouldn't make me run so much,” Azul's voice sounded in the hall and you took a fright, especially since he almost collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. You were about to run away again but the worry made you put your feet in place like an anchor;

You went over to Azul, who was leaning against the wall to rest, and when you made mention of touching him, he held up your hand. If you two were at sea, this action would be much more effective with his tentacles, but his grip was strong enough to hold you there without necessarily hurting you. He just didn't want you to run away again;

Nicely, he convinced you to repeat what you said before and without much else to run to, you could only finish confessing your love properly to him. When you finished and looked at Azul in the eyes, he looked weak again, his face was on fire and his heart beating just thinking how much you love him with such devotion and affection;

He almost cried. Almost. He wouldn’t weaken so much in front of you at that moment. Azul took a deep breath, adjusted his glasses, and said, “I suppose I should also confess something. I love you, too.” This statement alone was able to make you jump in Azul and hug him with all your might. Not that he complains much when he thinks about it.

“You are sometimes lucky that I love you, idiot...,” you were about to try to strangle Leona when you noticed what you said. It was already a very complicated situation. You were forced by Crewel to hunt down Leona and demand to him to do a homework he should have turned in yesterday but apparently didn't, culminating in you finding him sleeping in the Botanical Garden;

Trying to wake up a lion here, vain attempts to drag him out there, you were at the limit of your patience. And, by the way, from your own guard because that phrase escaped more naturally than you would like. Because nothing couldn’t get worse, that actually made Leona wake up. He was semi-sleeping these last fifteen minutes but hearing that you love him gave that special snap;

You exchanged a look for a moment, one more surprised than the other. You only noticed at that moment that you were practically on top of him. And like a prey that has noticed the awakening of its predator, you ran out of there as fast as you could. Leona remembered the antelopes of his land, running like the wind;

He only needed a moment to pull himself together and stretch out, not considering that running after you would be a problem. So... you loved him, huh? How cute, he chuckled to himself. But it was so meaningful and good to hear, something that Leona would hardly admit out loud to you. And to think that you have reached this stage;

Meanwhile, you still ran like a wild beast through the fields of Night Raven College, not knowing exactly where you were going. You were worried about what to do from there. How could you face Leona again? Would he let it pass like it was nothing? No one would know?;

You stopped suddenly, thinking better of it. Was that the conclusion you wanted? Well, that might be better than a rejection, but it would be just as sad. You sighed, tired. It was quite a race and you were sure Leona didn't move a muscle to follow you;

Bam! That's when you felt a little bump in your head and there was Leona behind you, yawning as if finding out your position from your trail had been nothing. He had that sassy look in his eyes, relaxed, really treating the situation like it was nothing. So handsome and gallant that you felt like you could fight him and kiss him at the same time;

This thought knotted your stomach and made your blood run faster. You turned around, ready to do the same thing when Leona held you by the collar of your shirt, preventing your escape in any direction. Now that you were face to face, it was time to talk seriously;

“Herbivore, do you love me?,” Leona asked. Despite his stance, you didn't find anything that represented hostility in that question. Which, again, was good and bad at the same time. Worse for your heart was finding out that Leona didn't care about you at all. But since you were there — and you couldn't even get away anyway — you had to admit it;

You hadn't realized because you were looking down but Leona's expression changed many times as he listened to you declare your heart to him. It was such touching words and to think that you almost ran away from him because of shame and fear only made him feel stranger, like he never felt before;

“I'm in love with you too... either that or you give me a lot of headache for no apparent reason,” Leona confessed. You were surprised but, out of habit, you gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Not that he cared. Behind you, the sun was coming down magnificently and you almost wanted to run again. Not to escape but to announce to the four winds that Leona Kingscholar loved you too.

| Special Notes:  Lilia gave Malleus a bunch of shojo manga, that’s the only truth I know. |

[dollarstore-writings]

teaching muriel to read

pronouns: they/them || plot: teaching the mountain man to read <<33 || a/n: sorry for the lack of content; however i refuse to apologize for writing for muriel bc i love him too much >:)) || cw: none

if there are any errors in my writing, please tell me so i can fix it- its such a peeve for me to see it like months later </3

to put it bluntly, i doubt muriel ever learned to read. i mean, he was sent away at such a young age (at no fault of his or his family). he probably barely knew how to speak the vesuvian language when he arrived. and it sure did not help that he was trained to be the scourge for all those years after lucio found him. he must have struggled with language on its own, so it isn't a big surprise to me if he can't read.

asra probably taught him some when they were younger but, not enough to get by on his own. basic alphabet, vowels, i honestly doubt he learned every letter, let alone the rules of when you put them together in words and how to pronounce them. so i imagine, in your free time, he'd enjoy talking to you. he'd enjoy listening to you talk about your day because, let's face it, the most interesting part of his day would have to probably be the chickens and how many eggs they laid that day. he wouldn't have much to talk about or do without you, and god he gets so bored.

so one day, on one of your small supply trips to the shop, you decide to bring home some books for muriel to keep him entertained while you're away and he's done with his daily chores (househusband muri <3). when you're home, muriel already has the fireplace set up for your usual cuddle session on the pile of furs, inanna's head rested on his thigh as he whittles away, throwing larger chunks of wood into the fire and letting the tiny chips fall onto a cloth placed into his lap.

the sound of the door opening and closing causes inanna to perk her head up, tail wagging as she barks lightly at you. muriel puts his woodcarving tools and artwork down, turning to face you with a smile only you would be able to notice.

"hey there," you greet him, running your hand through his hair to push it back, kissing his forehead. "hey," he mumbles back, pushing up against your lips, eyes closed as he visibly relaxes against your touch. "i brought you something," you say, barely able to contain your excitement as you pulled out a book from your bag. you show muriel the cover, wordlessly urging him to hold it himself.

the first thing you note is how confused he looks, then some pink makes its way onto his cheeks. his face doesn't read happiness or embarrassment brought about by teasing- he seems shy, uncomfortable almost when looking at the book.

"what's wrong?" you ask as soon as you notice, "do you not like it?"

"n-no! it's not that, i just.. it's."

a moment of silence passes between you two. you rest on your knees in front of muriel, rubbing his arm soothingly as he takes a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak-

"........ i just.... don't know how to read... only the basics but.. not enough for a whole b-book....."

you blink- once, twice- then it hits you like a pebble to he head, "oh! i'm so sorry, muri, i thought- honestly i don't know why i assumed, my deepest apologies, my love. i hope i haven't offended you.." you look genuinely upset, so concerned for his feelings- muriel feels the red rushing to his cheeks again, this time from shyness.

"n-no, i'm fine... i'm sorry i ruined your gift..."

"ruined? nonsense, sweetheart!" you take the book back, dusting the cover and eyeing the symbol, tracing the embroidered hardcover with your thumb mindlessly, "i thought you might have enjoyed it, since it's a fantasy tale. about this fairy, who falls in love with a human girl. but she's unable to speak, and the human girl she likes has sight problems, which causes issues between the two- muriel?"

you look over to your boyfriend, stopping your rant to see he's become so immersed in the story you're telling him. "and.. then what happens?" he asks quietly, and you can see the way the fire reflects in his wide eyes. he's interested in the story. he wants to hear it.

a candle lights itself in your brain, "oh muri, i have an idea!" you lean back against his chest, the wooden carving and tools now wrapped up in the cloth and set aside. you make yourself comfortable between his legs, and slowly- shyly- muriel wraps his arms around you, further warming you up, "what if.. i taught you how to read? how much do you know?"

and from then on, you and muriel made it a nightly routine to take turns reading to each other before bed. you'd read a paragraph, then him, then you, and so on. you'd help him with big words, pitying him when he stumbled on a word for too long. this would continue until one of you fell asleep first. usually it would be you- your boyfriend talking more? before bed? with the sounds of the fireplace as ambiance? yes pls.

you'd play with his hair, blanket wrapped around you both, sitting between muriel's thighs with inanna between your own, until you doze off. muriel would bookmark the page, carefully adjusting himself for you to sleep on him comfortably so that you wouldn't be aching in the morning.

i didn't know how to end this jjdjfsd </3

[kalliyen]

Kas!Eddie Munson HCs

For my favorite girl @iconicsunny <3 hope you enjoy this babes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Crack

Pronouns: Not specified

Warnings: Not much idk tell me if I missed any

Disclaimer: Only a work of fiction! I do not own Eddie Munson or Stranger Things.

Word Count: idk lmao to lazy too count

ꕤ Y/N Suspension level 💯%

• You we’re getting suspicious of your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, these days..

• Why? Oh I dunoo maybe because he’s getting distant? And refuses to smile around you?? Also because maybe he never wants you around anymore??????

• Eddie Munson? Nah, Eddie Munsussy

• AHAHAHAHAHAHA sorry that was really bad

• You were getting real nervous too because your friends said if ur bf is distant he wants to b word you

• Break-up guys I meant break-up

• You were NOT about to let go of your bf s u played investigator

ꕤ Y/N decides to get to the bottom of this! 🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️

• Hmmm…how were you going to force answers out of your boyfriend…

• Oh yeah by literally kabedon-ing the guy in his own house yeah

• Great thinking Y/N such a big brain moment 🙄

• Anyways you corner him IN HIS ROOM and start flooding him with a bunch of questions. Calmly.

• “Eddie..” “Yes..?-“ “WHY HAVE YOU BEEN AVOIDING ME ALL WEEK? ARE YOU OKAY? ARE WE OKAY? ARE YOU HURT? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG ARE YOU MAD AT ME? PLEASE DON’T BE MAD AT ME WHATEVER I DID I’M SORRY JUST PELASE DON’”

• He shuts you up with a kiss

• Sly mf 😒

• Eddie knew he couldn’t avoid keeping the secret anymore so he just caved in and told you everything

ꕤ “Tell, me Eddie, the truth. What’s going on?”

• So yeah as I said he tells you everything

• You’re a bit in shock, no screw that, your in total shock

• Because how??? What??? When??? And why is he only telling you this now??

• HE ALSO DRANK BLOOD WHAT?!

• Eddie canibal era slay /j

• When he shows you his cute lil fangs all you confusion washes away tho

• “AWWW WAIT EDDIE THEY’RE SO ADORABLEEE”

• Gets all flustered and shit and goes “Y/N stoppp ur so embarrassing 😣👉👈”

• Bro secretly loves it tho don’t even try to act all annoyed and blushy Edward

• From then on you’ve bestowed upon him the nickname…

• Fang Boy

• He loves it don’t get him wrong but it’s kinda embarrassing when ur out on like a date or something and you call him shout “MY CUTE FANG BOY ❤️❤️” for the whole world to hear

• Yeah shout it louder Y/N maybe the damn Russians didn’t hear you yet

ꕤ Getting used to Kas!Eddie

• It wasn’t really hard to get used to Kas Eddie

• He was still ur bf 🤷‍♀️

• + All that Kas Pizazz

• One day you were curious and asked him “babe can you turn me into a vampire too”

• Looks at you like you’ve lost your mind and then morphs into one of mischief

• “MmmMmmMMM nah babe sorry I can’t”

• “Aw 😔☹️”

• “it’s alright babe..here let’s just cuddle yeah? Will that suffice?”

• maybe u guys cuddled the whole day but like pfftt who cares amiritie

Uhhh

That’s all ig hope y’all like this <33 this was really random LMAOOO so so sorry Eddie is too OOC or a bit off my deepest apologies <33

+ first stranger things fic yay

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   perrier’s bounty.

feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed!

“ the ocean, huh? never fails to provoke a person to musing on philosophical shit.”

“ but are we insignificant?”

“ very peaceful in repose, there.”

“ you know your deadline’s ten tonight?”

“ so what are you doing in bed?”

“ were you out last night?”

“ i call that a gross abuse of your time. what little you have, and getting less.”

“ two bones to be broke. your decision which. and digits don’t count, you understand? finger, toes... they don’t count at all.”

“ you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

“ suggest you get out and get looking then. beg, borrow, steal, only get it, and bring it.”

“ wow. flowers for me?”

“ what an idiot!”

“ oh, god! how are you?”

“ are you sure, ‘cause i just got paid, i can give you, like... two hundred?”

“ yeah, he wants to fuck you!”

“ you missed him, man.”

“ see the evidence.”

“ what’s the other stain?”

“ so, can i help you in any other way?”

“ any idea where he went?”

“ what the fuck are you doing?!”

“ get that away from me, man.”

“ go for it. come on, go for it.”

“ you are under surveillance, big style.”

“ what the fuck are you doing here?”

“ we need to have a chat.”

“ why the fuck would i want to have a chat with you?”

“ ‘cause i’m dying, [name].”

“ you’re fucking dying?!”

“ you gonna talk?”

“ i hate to appear like this right outta the fucking blue, but... you know the shit between you and me is unresolved.”

“ and i just thought the situation now being what it is, that we could talk.”

“ i’m working on it!”

“ if i was you i’d work harder, man.”

“ either that, or just resign yourself. try and find a state of zen, of acceptance, yeah?”

“ all i owe is a grand, man. might as well be a mill, chance of me getting it by tonight.”

“ are you off the drink?”

“ so, what other options have you?”

“ that’s right, you know the fuck?”

“ what about our talk?”

“  ‘we’ll see?’ i’m only fucking dying, [name].”

“ how am i? i’m sick of fucking seeing you.”

“ are you gonna take that shit?”

“ do i know you?”

“ i heard tale that you give the occasional loan?”

“ are you serious?”

“ that shit you were saying back there, man, i didn’t like it.”

“ well, i want an apology, fuckhead!”

“ well done, man. the fuck was that about?”

“ well, i wouldn’t like to hear you say, ‘cause that’d mean you’d had a big fucking mouth.”

“ financial reward’s pretty much assured, and that’s pretty much the extent of my peddle. question is, do you want to purchase?”

“ will you pay attention?!”

“ the thing is, we need an extra man.”

“ we could blackmail this fuck.”

“ hey, why didn’t we look for any cash?”

“ you’re not gonna fuck me, are you?”

“ never doubt that i’m a man of my word, all right? and that my fucking word is my fucking bond, understand?”

“ you just ended yourself. another broken bone, that’s three now.”

“ man, you nearly killed me! i’ll have it tomorrow, all right?”

“ you’re illegally parked.”

“ look, you didn’t take my gun, did you?”

“ my gun is gone.”

“ you’re the only one with the fucking key.”

“ what’s wrong?”

“ he called, he said it was over.”

“ no. no, wait a minute, open the fucking door! [name]!”

“ so predictable, man. the last place you wanna go is home, cause that’s the first place the fuck who’s after you look.”

“ i didn’t hear it break. go again, man, just to be sure.”

“ i knew you had it!”

“ what the fuck were you thinking?!”

“ i saved your life.”

“ no. you saved me my legs. you’re gonna cost me my life.”

“ fucking crying again... all right, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.”

“ you did what you thought was right.”

“ that was a long fucking hour.”

“ is he dead?”

“ what do i think? i think you need to dispose of the body.”

“ the wise man advises. are you gonna help?”

“ you know i’m dying?”

“ in case you hadn’t noticed, man, we’re in deepest, fucking peril.”

“ what, in case i miss the f-- i know the fucking way, man!”

“ still, it’s something we never did, you know?”

“ you’re wasting your fucking time, man.”

“ you wanna talk now?”

“ i never knew.”

“ now, that saddens me, now.”

“ i want you to know, it doesn’t bother me.”

“ man, i’m hip to all that shit.”

“ just wish you would’ve told me, though, you know?”

“ hey, forgiven, forgotten. you know what i’m saying?”

“ it’s so fucking sad.”

“ are you sad?”

“ are you vengeful?”

“ i’m devastated.”

“ you been here all fucking night?”

“ why would you wanna do that?”

“ if i tell you something, do you promise not to go bananas?”

“ now, don’t be going bananas, now.”

“ you’re not fucking dying?!”

“ the night before last, death came to me.”

“ it wasn’t a dream. i can still differentiate, it was real!”

“ man, there i was feeling sorry for you!”

“ you and me have shit we need to resolve, fucking tout suite!”

“ tout what?”

“ we’re gonna have to burn your car, do you mind?”

“ all right, fucking burn it, i don’t give a fuck!”

“ was it awkward at all?”

“ i don’t get it, how could you be dying?”

“ forget it, you don’t want to know.”

“ ah, it requires a leap of faith he wasn’t willing to make, and you more than likely won’t be either.”

“ try me. i’m willing to at least make the effort.”

“ the room got cold. really quick, like really cold.”

“ now, why did he choose you?”

“ oh, he left that ambiguous too, did he? pretty convenient.”

“ well, i’m sober now, for one...”

“ i’m kinda convinced there still might be hope.”

“ i’ll only be there half an hour! or say, an hour.”

“ maybe you’re the wanker!”

“ i’m not the wanker has you pulling your hair out every other night, i’m me, having to suffer it out.”

“ he’s been blowing hot and cold on you, man, the last two fucking years!”

“ i’m just saying, give her a fucking break, man.”

“ what you said was fairly fucking insensitive.”

“ yeah, you know, tough love and all.”

“ shit fucking had to be said.”

“ any coke on you? cocaine.”

“ am i under arrest?”

“ what we’ll do, is, we’ll talk to them.”

“ freeze, motherfucker. move and i’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

“ now, get down on the ground, man. down on the ground. tout fucking suite.”

“ go on, man, i got your back.”

“ don’t even fucking breathe.”

“ you’re not talking to me... all right, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“ how sorry are you?”

“ make it up to me.”

“ no, fuck that. ring him, if you want.”

“ shut the fuck up man. shut. the fuck. up.”

“ what’s the story? do you want your money?”

“ and since you shared in the schemes and ‘ception, it’s only fitting you shared the loot.”

“ relax, we’re not the cops.”

“ are you sure about this?”

“ no, it’s fine. it’s fine. just don’t blame me, you know? just don’t blame me.”

“ are you getting out or what?”

“ ALL RIGHT!! URGHHH!”

“ what occurred in the past, is in the past.”

“ what’s wrong with me? what was i lacking?”

“ no. don’t start going down that road, now, you hear me?”

“ you’re lacking nothing. you’re funny, for one.”

“ let’s not forget the fella i shot last night.”

“ you’re right. night after night, my fucking bullshit. how did you put up with me?”

“ idunno. maybe i’m the bigger idiot.”

“ yeah, you are an idiot.”

“ listen, i really appreciate this.”

“ this is beyond the fucking beyond, man...!”

“ what the fuck did you do to him?”

“ what the fuck are you doing? that’s spit.”

“ that’s what he gets for trying to get you killed.”

“ and thanks, you know, for saving my bacon, and shit.”

“ you’re welcome. so will you get me some coke now?”

“ fucking shut you up. i said yeah, didn’t i?”

“ the coke procurement is as far as my obligation extends.”

“ none of your business.”

“ it wasn’t your fault though.”

“ i’ve only done what anyone would’ve.”

“ oh, you know? fucking four years later.”

“ because you blamed me.”

“ i understand you were hurt. but weren’t we all? weren’t we all?”

“ but fuck it, you’re right, it’s more than your obligation extends, so... anyway, can we get my coke now?”

“ fuck man, you’re flush.”

“ circumstances can change really quick, man. all you need is a bit of luck.”

“ i’m just saying, you’re fairly enigmatic.”

“ fucking reaper... tell me you don’t believe that shit.”

“ get over myself? pfff...”

“ oh, fuck, get down!”

“ wait, i have to go back... i have to go back for [person/thing].”

“ they’re gone.”

“ now, do you want to mourn them, or do you want to join them?”

“ i made a mistake! i was confused.”

“ shut the fuck up, and try and take it like a man, you prick, you.”

“ they left me no alternative, you know?”

“ hey, fuckhead. stay. the fuck. awake.”

“ i- i fucked it all up.”

“ i’ll kill him now if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“ listen to me! don’t go there! they’re gonna kill him anyway!”

“ if you go, you’ll both be dead! you fucking know that! don’t go!”

“ it is never ‘just putting up with you’, understand? i love every minute of it.”

“ how the fuck are you gonna make a trade, if you’ve nothing to make a trade fucking with?”

“ i have myself.”

“ get the fuck off me!!”

“ i beg you! please, please don’t!”

“ you nearly fucking killed me!”

“ mind my valuables, yeah?”

“ take your gun out and drop it.”

“ now! move it!”

“ we’ll track you down.”

“ get down on your knees.”

“ i’m calling this screwhead’s bluff, man.”

“ you’re a dildo.”

“ it’s just me. we’re getting out of here, all right?”

“ i swear to fuck! i’m fucking warning you.”

“ i need a doctor.”

“ i’m alive! i’m alive, sweet fuck!”

“ never has anyone given me so much grief, man.”

“ any last words before i do you?”

“ yeah, well, if it wasn’t for him, you’d be in jail.”

[rotshop]

get prankt this isn't an angst fic lol ,,

ANYWAY ,, i realized earlier that i could've just been calling 'auditor reader' employer reader this whole time and then i had a funny silly goofy little idea and now we r here,,,lol,,, ill proof read this later but i did this in one go no breaks so . help.

I might continue this later so!! consider this a sort of 'introduction' if u will,,

note ; auditor uses he / she / they pronouns in this bc ive decided im just going to push my propaganda onto all of you <333 also Hank uses he / they / xe

tw ; dissociation, dereality, some light body horror

Bloody Management

"This is out of your jurisdiction. You've wasted enough time here," you seethed dryly, staring down at the shorter being. "You've made no progress and have only proved your operation to be a strain on our relations and resources."

"Out of MY jurisdiction? YOU'VE never even been there before! You think you can just storm in and suddenly kick me out of my own work?" Auditor shot back, hands slamming down on the mahogany desk in front of her.

"Yes, actually, I do," you snapped, eyes narrowing. "I think you're forgetting just who you're speaking to. You've let this drag on for far too long and your ego has grown in tandem with its pointlessness."

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continued. "Look, I understand. You put effort and thought into this little pet project of yours, but the results have all proven zilch. You fucked up, that's fine, but you can't keep meddling with this reality in hopes something will suddenly work again! All you're doing is tearing and poking holes the rest of us will have to deal with later."

"If you just gave me a little more time I could-"

"We've been giving you time. We've given you more time than we've ever given any project like yours," you gave a desperate look, "It's over. You tried and we tried, there's nothing that can be done. If you just worked with us then we could help you."

There was a long silence as they faltered, hands falling into their lap as their gaze followed, landing on the floor.

"And what happens to my Nevada?"

"We'll try and clean it up again. Return it to..some sort of normalcy," you hummed, "Though, with some of those tears in the fabric it'll take a bit longer than anticipated. That..clown, is proving to be rather difficult."

You paused, grin finding it's way onto your face.

"It's been tricky, if you will."

"Not the time."

You gave a 'tsk' in response, shrugging lightly, "I don't regret it."

"You'll be going back to our depths, effective immediately. While this project was a failure, we're still curious to see if there's anything else that can be done in a different time and place."

"And what about you? Are you going to sit all pretty in this fake office for the rest of eternity?" She questioned sarcastically, eyes dragging up to meet yours.

"God, I wish. I mean, seriously, you have no idea how nice it is to have some peace and quiet after dealing with that fuckin' office."

With a dry snicker and -presumably- an eye roll, they finally stood accepting their defeat.

"I presume I'll be seeing you?"

"If your little posse doesn't cause me too much trouble, yes."

"Have fun with that, I do hope it's as grueling as possible," he hummed, turning and striding towards the door to nothing.

"Thanks, was nice seeing you too."

The door peering to the void shuts soundlessly.

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.

.

"Was the pun really that bad?.."

---

"What do you mean they're just neutral suddenly? It's not like they all just suddenly unionized or sum' shit! There's gotta be something going on," Deimos groaned, irritation dragging onto him and clinging desperately.

"Well- What do you want me to say! I'm just as confused as you are," Sanford huffed back over comms, making a vague gesture with no audience.

Hank stood in the other room, staring down at the few agents that were on their knees with their hands held tight behind their heads. They'd made no attempt to attack Sanford and xem, simply staring in a bit of surprise when the two'd busted in. It'd completely thrown the raid off, leaving them both in a state of stunned confusion. The agent that they'd asked about the sudden change in demeanor just gave some shaky shrug, stammering out that they'd all received an order to not attack under any circumstances from some unknown contact. 'They really just listen to anyone then?..'

It was hard to believe, hard to find any reason or meaning in that lead to any conclusive endings. Which, had lead to a small dispute going nowhere and fast. Hank only picked up on little parts of it, the words being muffled and distorted through the wall. Xe didn't really have much interest in getting a clearer reading of it though, it didn't sound like it meant much.

"Look, I'm just going to try and look for any documents or actual recordings of this apparent 'ghost order,' alright?..." A pause. "Deimos? Are you there? Shit- Of course the line dies now of all times."

The line wasn't dead. It was somewhere else, some-when else.

---

The ground felt cold.

.

.

No, was it warm?

Wait- No no no, it wasn't warm..

.

.

.

Was it even the ground?

.

.

Did it even matter?

.

Deimos could fuzzily recall it. Arguing with Sanford over the line. The points he made exactly didn't seem to ring through the fog of confusion and numb in his mind. Something about the Auditor, the agents, blah bla..something.

He'd been making to say something else when he'd seen it, something off in the corner of his eye. It wasn't anything huge, if you asked him he wouldn't even be able to tell you what it was. There was something wrong, but there wasn't. The ground was cold, but it was warm.

Something was wrong.

Everything is fine.

He'd turned around, looking around for whatever in his vision wasn't right.

That's rude to say, you know.

He'd never found it, something reaching from the depths to grab him.

You're making me sound awfully cruel.

With a groan, he picked himself up off the ground to observe his surroundings. White and black stretched infinitely around him, the 'ground' underneath him was the deepest of not-color while the 'sky' was its blinding twin. A building stood in front of him, a mix of ivory and ink twisted to form its structure. The door faced him, standing tall and straight as a soldier in spite of how tilted and off the world felt.

Before he could even really register it, something was pulling him up off the floor. There were no hands or strings physically attached, nothing sticking from him to drag into the infinite beyond his comprehension, no no. It was something quiet, a ghost or a whisper in his mind that pulled him through the ocean and to shore. The door grew larger- closer. His mind grew blanker. His hand twisted the knob.

Color flooded into his vision finally, the room in front of him coated in it graciously. The floors were a velvet carpeting, a wine red that felt of lavish and glitzy. The walls were lined in bookshelves, each filled to the brim with titles somewhere between poetry and latin white noise where imagination fell. At the head of the room stood a desk, polished mahogany standing tall and still, frozen indefinitely in time. Behind it, you.

Me.

Once again, he was pulled forward. Each step fell in front of the other, unsure of weight behind them and noise that followed suite. He felt half there. Half of a man and half of a void. It was..something.

Not pleasant, not bad.

The ground wasn't cold, wasn't warm.

It just was.

He finds himself meeting your gaze as he plops down into one of the seats in front of you. He finds his neck straining and bowing under phantom limbs that aren't there. He finds his eyes training on yours which stare back pointedly, finds himself between hot and cold. He finds himself sitting down before you as he watches from the window.

There's no window in the room.

"You must be so confused."

Your voice is in front of him, right? That's where you are, so your voice should be coming from there. It isn't though. It's around him somewhere. Even as you tilt your head to the side the noise of your own voice doesn't seem to follow it.

"Don't think too much on this all, alright?"

You mutter something. 'These grunts really weren't made for this- to be here. I'm surprised he even woke up.'

Someone nods in agreement.

"Wh..who are you?"

Is that his voice? It is. It has to be, it fell from his own mouth. He barely even felt it move. Is it his mouth? It has to be.

You pause for a moment, seemingly caught off guard. He doesn't know if its because he spoke or because of what he asked. Nobody clarifies.

"Why don't you call me [name]? That'll be easiest for you. I do apologize for dragging you here rather than appearing there," you hum, leaning forward on your desk. "I just wanted to make sure we had the utmost privacy."

I wanted to make sure you wouldn't be able to forget.

"Now, Deimos," is that his name? "I need to tell you something, I have to work on restoring things for you, so I can't deliver this message to everyone myself in the most..effective of ways. You won't mind filling your friends in for me, right?"

He doesn't answer. He can't. His tongue is lead and his mouth is stuck shut, if he opens it will surely be left that way for the rest of infinity- for the rest of this place, this time. Someone says yes in his voice.

"Good. Now, try to listen carefully..."

---

He wakes up on sand. He's sitting up quickly, stilted as his mind finds his body. His tongue is lighter, teeth separated once more as his jaws are their own entities again. The cliff is still under him, wind passing by him peacefully. The horizon stretches infinite.

The ground is warm, there's no mistaking it.

"Deimos? Are you there?"

He pauses briefly.

"I need to tell you guys something."

[izur-x]

Admirations!

Looking at your Izuru One-shot gave me a lot of heckling ideas to give you a request. Here is one! Could you do a one shot of Izuru x a reader who is an introverted cheerful person that loves to be around him, but when she meets Junko Enoshima, everything is completely different. I wanted reader to end up like Izuru so she can understand how he feels, so in exchange of that, she gets involved with Junko and asks her if she could interfere with her brain, just like how Izuru ended up like.

I hope this wont bother you at all. Good luck! :)) 💖

Ah yes! Thanks for the request, and no it's not bother me!

Reader want to understand izuru feelings again

Again sorry if it's ooc 🧍‍♂️

Summary: (y/n) who is a introvert with cheerful personally who is always at izuru sides

(y/p) = your pronouns

You're always at izuru sides, it didn't bother him, he accually like it surprisingly. You and Izuru were in a park doing nothing, you guys just sit there in a comfortable silent, with the sound of bird chirping, gentle wind flow through both of you, making Izuru hair follow the wind.

You hummed a song from a game that you played yesterday, for Izuru this atmosphere is perfect, with your humming making it even greater, and then some thoughts across your mind.

'i wonder how was izuru feels, i mean he say everything was boring, but.....' as you were going to the deepest thought, Izuru notice that your humming was slow down, he look at you, and waved his hand infront of your face, you were brought back to earth and apologies to him.

"sigh.. it's fine (y/n), it's unusual that you were in deep thoughts." Izuru look to the front, you just nervously chuckle "sorry about that hehe.. something caught my attention so" as you rubbing you nape and closed eyes smile.

"anyway! Let's go get ice cream, zuru'." You grab izuru wrists, go to an ice cream shop and buy one, when you guys walking to the shop, you were too excited, you didn't look right or left before you're crossing the street.

A car who was at the highest speed, basically it's almost hit you, but izuru grab you fast and let the car pass, you just dumbfounded of what happened, you look at Izuru "next time look right and left before you go across the street." You nervously nodding your head, and continue walking to the shop.

Time skip

You were getting distracted by your thoughts from that day, and also, you missed Izuru, it's been awhile since you last saw him, and now you're in deep thoughts not caring what's serounding.

You bummed into someone chest and falls "akh, im sorry for crash into you." You bow quickly and starts walking, you didn't care who is your bump into, you heard weird laugh from behind. You stop and look behind, you see a girl with pigtails and showing too much chest, one is a girl with short hair and freckles, and you see him.

The one you missed, the one who is gone for over a month. It's Izuru, he's back, you notice something wrong with him.

Your expression drop, slowly backing away, Izuru walked towards you, before you take off and run, Izuru grab your wrist and placing a piece of clothing to your mouth, it's making you dizzy, you found yourself in a familiar warmth, and then you're falls asleep in Izuru arms.

You wakes up, it was so cold in the room, you didn't remember what happened, trying hard to remember until you remember what happened. You sigh for the event that's going on with you, you keep asking to yourself 'why is Izuru like that?' 'what does he feels now?' 'last time i know how he feels, but now...' those thoughts remains inside your brains.

You didn't notices that the door was open, and you also didn't hear what someone said.

"hellooo??" You jumped from the sudden voice, "oh good! Now you're paying attention! Seems like you're in deep thoughts! Puhuhuhuu! I wonder what are you thinking about, hey? Tell me!" You look at the women who is speaking to you, the pigtails taking a seat besides you and leaning closer.

"h-hey, um, personal space.....?" At first she confused and then laughing like crazy, you back away, you heard a voice from infront of the door "leave (y/p) alone, junko." Junko walks to Izuru "aww come on! I only messing with (he/she)-" "it's (y/p)." "Alright! alright!, geez it's only pronouns why are you mad, okay finee, I'll leave you lovebirds alone!" Junko slowly closing the door, before she actually close the door she said "don't forget to use condom!" And close the door.

You were staring at Izuru, he look away from you, walked besides you and take a seat. The awkward silent slowly taking over, no one is talking "look, im sorry for leaving you.." Izuru sliced the awkward atmosphere, "it's okay, really, i just never expecting this." Izuru hummed.

"hey, izuru..." He didn't know why he's hearts sting's a little, "yes (y/n)?" He look at you with dull ruby orbs, "how do you feels." "Huh? What do.. you mean..?" Izuru confused by you "i mean, when were together, i.. i know how you feels..." You grab your uniform cardigan, your eyes became glossy.

"(y/n)...", bitting your bottom lips and start to sobbing, Izuru petting you head as a comfort and pull you closer, "im sorry..". after a few minutes, you start to calm down, you wipe the tears from your face, "im gonna calm down myself.... Can you-" "right, you want me to leave, okay. Take your time.." Izuru getting up from the seat and start walking to the door.

As soon the door was closed, you decided to take asleep 'its nice if i sleep for...eve...r...' your slowly closing your eyes and sleep.

It's been 3 day's since those three kidnapped you, you still couldn't figure it out about Izuru feelings, when they released you from that cold room, you talked to junko, you didn't stupid, it's obvious that she do something about Izuru.

"hey junko." "Hm?? Oh, heeyyy (yyy/nnn), what's up??? Oh! You want to know what happened to Kamukura-senpai?" Junko move closer to you "yes. What did you do to him." "Aww come on! I'm just messing with his brain!" You were completely shock, how can someone do such a thing?

"hmm... You may wonder how i do that! Its simple!" You look at junko intensely "despair that's all." Junko turn around and walk away.

You just standing in there feels completely hopeless.

That's night, you couldn't even sleep. Junko make an offer if she could mess with your brain, you didn't answer because izuru cover your mouth and drag you away.

You were ready to answer the offer, cause it's night you wete expecting Izuru was asleep, and he is. you making your way outside and go to the rooftop and see junko by herself, it's strange that mukuro isn't with her.

"finally got an answer?" She look at you, you sigh, "yes....." "Puhuhuhuu! Finally! It's been a week, i keep waiting for an answer!" You sit besides her and look down to the street, it was blury, "sooo, what's your answer??" Once again invading your personal space.

"sigh, I'll take the offer..." Junko wide her smile, "oki doki! Let me mess with your braiiinnn, aaahhh~! I can't wait you become one of us~" she hugging herself, "come on let's go! Before Kamukura wakes up." She drag you to strange room, there was a tv, a single tv and a chair.

"come sit on the chair! Im gonna turn on the video~ puhuhuhu! I can't waiiittt" as you listening her rambling about despair back and forward, and taking a sit, the sit was uncomfortable, it was a chain on it.

you wait until she finish preparing the video, "oh, i forgot to lock the door, be right back." She walk to the door and lock it, "alright! Are you readdyyy~?" She purred into your ears "i take that as a yes!"

"hmm, i think that you will go brutal, im gonna used the chain" junko chained your both arms and legs. She walk behind the tv and start playing the video, you look at the tv and start to feel dizzy.

You didn't know what's going on, and suddenly your sight become completely black. After a few hours, you start to waking up, you feels... Oddly fine? You didn't know what feelings is this.

You look at the person standing infront of you, it was Izuru, he didn't look happy. You realize that you can feels his emotions, previously you can't tell what's his emotions are, but now, you finally understand how he feels.

"your so dumb... Why would you do that." You didn't answer yet, at least for now. You getting up from the chair and walk out with him, both of you greeted by junko and mukuro, junko look really happy, mukuro is the same like always.

"welllccoommee (y/n)! To the despairrr~! Im glad that you were joining!!" You just nodded "hmm~ come on! We got a jobs to do~"

At the end, you finally understand what Izuru feels, it's good that you take the offer, but izuru didn't happy with it. As day passing by, Izuru finally accepting it, that spend the rest of his time with you.

"You hummed a song from a game that you played" the song that you hummed is "my actual code" by a game named "there is no game" go check it out on youtube!

anyway goodbye! And stay safe!

[alchemist-shizun]

You're a system right? I know this may be quite a bit weird but i really don't know what to do. So i? I think i might be a system, but i never interacted with alters or, anything. Is...switching feeling like someone else? I think i might but this feels so weird and i don't know if i'm me or not and this is kinda terrifying. I greatly apologize for the rushed feeling of this ask, but i really don't follow any other systems and i don't how i would even explain this to someone else. I genuinely feel crazy and like i shouldn't be dealing with these things and people, and my ""own"" name feels so. Wrong. Is this...normal

Hi! Yes I am and don’t worry about asking, I know this is a very tricky and confusing topic so I’m glad you decided to reach out.

I wanna make a premise that DID/OSDD system experiences tend to be very unique and different from one another, so when something can apply to you, it may not apply to someone else and vice versa. (Pointing this out cause denial about faking is very very very common) So don’t worry if you don’t relate to everything you search or I say.

About not interacting with alters, I want to also point out that that is normal, I didn’t talk to them before finding out I was a system, I thought they were kintypes actually, so they left small messages on notes that I could answer to and they would answer when they “shifted”. (Still don’t talk that much to some of them) DID/OSDD are disorders that tend to be imperceptible from the external people because it’s kind of like a protective shell, you feel me? And the alters might not talk to you cause they’re kind of “hiding” from you since it “needs to be a secret” both from you and others, they can keep things from you (like memories of trauma/emotional amnesia), it’s all a “we need to not be noticed and blend in” type of deal, which makes it really difficult to diagnose as well unless it’s very obvious. (in fact, alters may act like you in front of others to preserve the secret)

As for switching, this again is something personal to everybody, for example I saw a system who would yawn everytime they switched, other types are very imperceptible where you wouldn’t even know if they switched unless they told you. Now as of feeling, I for example often kinda feel this push and pull feeling in my stomach, as though someone is telling me they want to or are going to take over for me. I might get light headed as well and usually a headache follows. I have to say ever since I realized I was a system, it’s been a little more clear understanding who is around, I kinda feel their presence closer to front until they straight up talk to me. What you described sounds a lot like that one time I really didn’t know who was fronting, it gets really frustrating and I imagine you got scared, cause you’re like “okay who the heck is here? I can’t understand.”

So yeah obviously I can’t be the one to tell you if you’re a system or not, because that’s up to you understanding whether or not you relate, researching and stuff. What I can tell you is kinda my experience when someone else is fronting, they don’t feel me present at all, they tend to say I’m “having a nap” or I’m resting or I’m far in the back, so not really in control. What’s tricky is that we’re all constantly in co-consciousness (i.e. everybody knows what’s happening in front even if they’re not fronting, we don’t have amnesia between switches), so it’s harder to really be sure whether I’m there around or not if I don’t know who’s fronting. In fact, it can happen that you’re co-fronting sometimes, you can be there in control with someone else.

A small note about the co-consciousness, in case you are an OSDD-1b system like me, when someone else is fronting and then I come back, I do remember everything that happened, but it’s more like when you remember something that someone else told you. Like it’s clear that it didn’t happen to me specifically, but to my alter, but I still know exactly what happened. So the memory could affect my alter more than me. 

The name thing does sound accurate, it can be similar to depersonalization where you don’t really feel like it’s you and if you look in the mirror, you’re like “that’s not me?? what”, or I would look at my hands and it starts feeling so very very weird. Alters have different names, ages, looks and pronouns, so if someone were to call me by one of my alters’ names I’d be like “what wait a minute no I’m Purp/Edric”, and on the same way they would say they aren’t Purp/Edric, they don’t feel my physical appearance to be theirs etc. One thing that may help: often alters have different demeanours from the host and their voice tones may change, so in case you start feeling like that again, you can check for these things. For example I have an alter called Logan, his voice is probably the deepest so far between the ones who have fronted, he usually starts looking more serious as well and uses a little bit of a different vocabulary and accent too (look out for the way of speaking and accent as well other than voice tone change, those are other clear signs).

I’m sorry you felt like that but I can assure you you’re not crazy and these things can definitely happen, you’re not alone in this and you can always reach out to people! So I hope this was somewhat insightful and I want to advise a few things only to help with this: do research, look up DID and OSDD-1b or OSDD-1a to see which one you really relate to and then you can try to go deeper and see if they make sense to your experience. (In case they don’t make sense to you, try looking up depersonalization as well, cause what you described does sound like that kind of dissociation. You also can both be a system and deal with depersonalization btw)

I didn’t think I could ever possibly have an identity disorder cause I thought DID was the only one and I didn’t have amnesia at all, but when I found out about OSDD-1b it was kinda like something had clicked and I was like “wait that’s a thing??”. I’m still in denial sometimes but I work through it, so in case you do realize you’re a system, initial hard denial about faking is totally normal, you can come to me in case you need help with that and I will do my best to validate you!

As for the other piece of advice, I’d say to try and just welcome it, if you feel like you might be switching. Don’t be afraid of it, let it happen, I know it sounds easier said than done but if you think about something too much you end up focusing too much on it and it just doesn’t happen, it is also very dangerous to force it, cause forced switches end up in feeling physically sick (like very painful headaches). Take a deep breath, maybe close your eyes a second and just go “okay, I can sit back for a second”. Finding positive triggers is also a good way to tell alters they’re welcome to come out and hang around if they want.

Sorry for the lengthy answer, I have never really given advice about this before so I didn’t want to say the wrong stuff, I’m not used to it ;w;. I hope this helped in any way and in case you have more questions you can hit me up and I will do my best to answer, my DMs are also always open (might take a while cause my phone’s broken currently) and yeah, whatever answer you find, remember you’re always very very valid, okay? Hope you have a fantastic day!

[murple]

liveblog-ish pt. 2

Once again, some of these are from while I was listening, some are in retrospect. I find that typing while listening takes away from the ~full experience~

Anyways here’s my thoughts from episodes 10 - 15. spoilers, obviously.

(I forget how I formatted it last time so you’re stuck with this)

Ep 10 • Darius? DARIUS!!!! • Dont worry jared I'm just as dense as you. My friend had a crush on me for a year and almost confessed like 3 times and I never noticed • "Not trying hard enough" I'm gonna fistfight this therapist • I'm falling in love with darius by proxy • Oh god oh god camera • HELL YEAH STATIC AND GLITCHES

Ep 11 • WHAT • CASTIO?????? • OH GOD WTF • THIS IS JARED'S LAB PARTNER? THE CREDITS LADY???? • OH GOD • "Some... thing" Aghhhhhhhh • Oh god oh no oh god oh no • "Its" fuck you • Ok I'm gonna shut up and listen • Note from relisten: fuck he's being observed so much • "Creatures like those" this rules out option 1 • NO STAY AWAY FROM GROVE!!! I'm scared of dog sounds but I love him so STAY AWAY • Mr Zimmer sounds like the classic evil podcast man, like cutter • Note from relisten (bc I was too shook and angry the first time): FUCK ZIMMER • Dr rahal????? No he can't be evil too!! • "Human shell"???? • Note from relisten: this puts all the 'curse this flesh prison' in a very different light • Ok I'm gonna listen now

Ep 12 • Yup I knew they were evil therapists • Jared run away with darius. Just. Elope. • Not many notes bc I'm still reeling from ep 11

Ep 13 • IM CRYING THIS IS SO SWEET • Half of the truth is out! Congrats!! • He took that really well, but,,, oh my,,,,, the classic 'staring in horror at your loved one's scars',,,,,,, I have Emotions

Ep 14 • "Pacification of various creatures" fuck • Tbh I forgot abt this guy but he has extreme Long Term Shadowy Big Bad vibes. I feel dread about him • Yes Jamie hacker

Ep 15 • Ace mood. Pls no more details • Oh fuck did past-Jared kill Jamie's friend • I feel like my observations are highly influenced by the fact that I'm listening to this after a year long tma obsession which made me very suspicious of anything that even resembles something nice for the main character. My brain just automatically prepares for the path of deepest tragedy. Anyways I'm still convinced that Jared's past holds some pretty terrible stuff that he'll be horrified by if/when he finds out about it, including but not limited to his involvement in Jamie's friend's death. This is due to both how the blue lady said he changed so much since they last met (which ig could be referring to lots considering the whole "human shell" thing but STILL) and my "we can't have nice things" mentality • (My tone in the previous point was far too stuffy, imagine me saying all that very emotionally and distressedly like the conspiracy theorist I am) • But other than the looming dread, I'm so happy abt jared and Jamie's friendship!! Going from him thinking that he couldn't call her bc they never really talk to inviting her over to his house. Progress!!!!

• I’m completely hooked on this podcast now. Jared sounds like a Friend and I care him so much. I need him and Darius to be okay but at the same time I eagerly await the spooky horror stuff that’s bound to come next

• YIKES after the ep 11 revelation I’m so excited for the next episode,,,,, that feeling of excitement and dread and anticipation and agggghhhhh

• that rec list that said ‘here’s podcasts to fill the tma shaped hole in your heart’ wasn’t lying,,, I daresay this is better than tma. completely different vibes, but more my style (THE PROTAGONIST ACTUALLY HAS FRIENDS!!! GOD I CARE THEM SO MUCH)

• also something I haven’t really mentioned but I’m absolutely LIVING FOR is the sheer amount of queerness....... like, a canon nb protagonist??? with other nb friends???? and they actually like. Talk about gender????? (and also the whole not changing name and pronouns makes me so happy bc I also like my given name and don’t wanna change it, obviously for different reasons than jared, but it’s still nice to relate to) God it just gives me so much good happy feels, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a podcast that has so much good rep, and that’s not even starting about all the other queer relationships and how normal it all is. oh, to live in a queer small town full of cryptids.......

(also just to clarify, jared IS still using he/him, right? bc I’ve seen some fanart descriptions using they/them but I don’t remember hearing him say that he was gonna try that. maybe I missed it. I can be quite oblivious. if so, apologies, my brain decided to blank out at the wrong time and I’ll correct this post)

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Hello Internet! So I wrote a stylized transcript of events from @moonbowphobia and @mcyt-apocalypse-au‘s wedding the other day. I apologize from the deepest place in my heart if I messed up anyone’s pronouns.

I hope you enjoy my little rendition of events.

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Moon was sat in their dressing room; deep blue and black ball gown splayed over the loveseat while their sister Chandelier put the last finishing touches to their hair; Vi and Rib playing cards on the floor; Vibes trying to keep the vodka away from Aria; the chaos was comforting, but Moon was nervous. It was their wedding day. They would be marrying the love of their life, Abi.

“Help! I’m scared!”

“Take a deep breath.” Moon did as Vibes instructed, taking a deep breath in, and letting it out slowly. “You love Abi. She loves you. You’re going to be fine.”

“Am I though? Rib help!”

“Am I not help enough?” Vibes joked.

“No, of course you’re helping. I just nee-“

Vi slaps them across the face. “YOU LOVE HER BITCH JUST KISS HER CMON!”

Chandelier whips around to push Vi back to the floor. “Play your card game. That’s not helping, nor how weddings work.”

Moon laughs at their sister’s antics. At least someone is calm. “I got one of Lu’s cupcakes!” Vibes calls, skidding back into the room. When did they leave? “Here.”

“Thank you,” Moon reaches for the treat. Biting into it and eating with vigor.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes.” Moon polishes off the cupcake. “Oh go! Two minutes.”

“Bitch calm down!” Aria says, shaking her best friend by the shoulders.

“Ah yes. The drunk friend always calms people down.” Vibes let the sarcasm seep into their voice, trading a look with Chandelier.

Chandelier goes about shooing Aria and Vi out the door; trusting that Vibes will follow and keep them in line. She brushes the crumbs off of her sibling’s jet black skirt and fixes their headpiece one final time. “You will be fine Moon. Everything will go well. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Let me do that.”

“Okay. Thank you Lier.”

“Anytime.” Lier beckons Rib to follow them out to the altar. Rib grabs the pillow and rings and skips after them, careful not to step on Moon’s train.

Vibes is already at the podium. Moon and Rib set themselves off to the left side. Lier fixes their midnight blue embellished train as they take in the crowd.

Fenn is in the corner playing something on her switch and Vi is on the opposite side doing the same. Ozzie is sitting with the rest of their siblings, trying to waggle them into compliance; their every expression screaming ‘this is fine’ in a deadpan tone.

“Please help,” Moon whispers to the ether.

“It’s okay.” Lier squeezes their shoulder before tucking one of Rib’s stray hairs away and going to calm the masses.

“I’m sure Abi is just as worried at you are,” Vibes consoles.

Aria runs from behind the bar with a glass. “Drink this vodka mix and calm down.”

“Thank you,” Moon gushes, taking the glass from their best friend’s hands. Only for it to be swiped away when Lier comes to collect Aria and get her in place, so the wedding can start. Moon is thankful for their sibling, but they really wanted that drink.

They see Vi run out and down the drink in Lier’s hand before she can stop her. Lier sat Aria down and started to whisper lecture to her niece. Or what looked like whisper lecturing.

Lightly slapping Lynn’s hand away from the cupcakes, Lier goes to put the glass away. Moon watches Lynn sprint to the other dressing room. Looks like Abi needed a snack as well.

Lier pokes her head into Abi’s room. She comes out and locks eye with Moon, giving them a little thumbs up. Moon takes a deep breath, looks at Rib and zeir comforting smile. They give Lier a nod. She cues Star to start playing the wedding march.

Des comes out first, throwing roses Lier procured on the floor. She goes to sit next to Aria in the front row. “God fuck, why am I getting nervous,” Aria whispered to the older girl.

Then comes Tabz in all her glory. She nods to Moon and goes to stand on Abi’s side of the altar.

The first section of the song ends. There are a few seconds of silence before the piano resumes and Abi turns the corner. She walks down the aisle gracefully, her white off-the-shoulder cape flapping gently behind her. Moon can’t keep the smile off of their face.

Neither can Abi. She’s smiling wildly; the only thing keeping her from tripping on her face is the sturdy arm of her father right beside her. Sooty lets go of her hand as she takes her place next to Tabz.

Moon slowly nudges the mask off of their face; showing their visage to Abi, but hiding it from the audience. They smile at each other and Vibes starts to speak.

“Today, we are here to unite Moon and Abi together.”

Moon can see Aria trying not to cry out of their peripheral vision. They hear someone cracking open a can, of course, was it Corn?

“Moon,” Vibes asks. “Do you promise to never give Abi up, never let her down, never run around, and desert her?”

“I promise.”

“Abi. Do you promise to never make Moon cry. Never say goodbye, never tell a lie and hurt them?”

“I do.”

“Moon, do you take Abi to be the ‘yee’ to your ‘haw’?”

“I take Abi to be the ‘yee’ to my ‘haw’.”

"Abi, do you take Moon to be the kazoo noise to your Mono?"

“I do take Moon to be the kazoo noise to my Mono.”

“Then with the blessing of this church, I now pronounce you partners for life. May I have the rings?”

Rib scurries to present the golden pillow to Vibes. “Yes,” ze says, tears in the corners of zeir eyes.

Abi grins and reaches of Moon’s hands, slipping the ring of their finger. Moon does the same for Abi.

"May these rings be a sign of love and faithfulness in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Turn up your nose, strike that pose. Hey Macarena. Y'all may now kiss."

Moon cups Abi’s face, both have tears in their eyes. Moon brings Abi in for a kiss, thankful that the mask is still there keeping this moment private for the prying eyes of the audience.

Star starts to play Megalovania as the attendants applaud to newlywed couple. The song continues as everyone files out of the ceremony room to the reception hall. Purple light flooded the room, the guest sat in round tables of eight according to the seating chart. String lights hanging from the rafters to look like stars in the night sky.

Unnie was ferrying food from the kitchen to the guests. Aria was handing out drinks to whoever came up for one. She was about to give Rib one, but with one glare from Lier, Rib got an apple juice.

The room was filled with sounds as everyone ate and got drunk. Aria pulled Moon to the dance floor after handing out vodka shots to Vi and Corn. Abi stumbles out onto the dance floor as well, laughing and having a good time.

Vibes comes over to Lier and offers her a glass of champagne. They clink their glasses together. It was a good show they pulled off.

“So how are you doing these last few days, buddy?” Corn gave Rib her shot glass, sticking her tongue out at Lier who was glaring over the rim of her drink.

“Congrats on your wedding! I hope your marriage lasts for three hours!” Vi yells at her parents, leaning heavily on her fiancée’s arm on her way to get more drinks with.

“Fuck off Vi!” Abi screams back, content to keep dancing with Moon.

Lynn backs into a corner, drinking her apple juice and watching the scene in amusement. She is the first to the tower of cupcakes. “Cake!”

“Cake!” Aria screams.            

Star agrees with the drunk one, “Cake time!”

“Cake!” Vi barrels passed everyone, not caring who she knocked over. “Sugar rush Violet activating!”

Corn silently takes half of the cupcakes with her. Batting Vibes’ hands away when they try to stop her. Lier helps Unnie dish out an equal number of cupcakes to everyone else.

Once everyone was satiated, Rib and Lier broke into the pile of pizza boxes. Pizza is a good substitute for cake; what are you talking about?

Then it was time for gifts. Rib gave zer parents a switchblade, embellished with a motif of leaves and wooden paneling, and a beautiful floral metal necklace. Lier gave them a coaster with Moon’s mask design on it, and a handmade Technoblade plush toy. Aria gave them a set of moonstone chokers.

The couple loved them so very much. Hugging each of the gift givers in turn, they thanked each one.

Then the two backed away from the crowd to exchange gift with each other away from the audience. They started screaming I love yous to each other shortly thereafter.

Everything was calming down a little, so Vibes started to play Blitz Parody by Technoblade on the piano while Lier sung and botches along with a chord chart and a ukulele. Then Aria played Highway to Hell on the drum set, Vibes singing this time.

Once they were done, Vi grabbed her guitar and started playing The L’Manburg anthem. It became a drunk sing along, with Rib, Abi, and Vi herself joining in. Both Star and Corn joined in for the “Fuck Eret” line.

“I’m gonna cry,” Moon said, watching the scene in front of her.

“Don’t cry love,” Abi consoled, halting her singing.

“What’s wrong?” Vibes asked.

Lier came over with a tissue. “Happy tears?”

“Happy tears.”

“It all started on a day like any other!” Corn yelled in tune.

And they’re off again. Singing an Ode To L’Manburg.

Abi throws the bouquet at them. Vibes manages to catch it. Vi bites their arm in retaliation. Berl drags Vi away kicking and screaming.

“With a heart that she’d taken from me,” Star continues to sing the song in the background with Rib.

“Moony honey, are you okay?”

“This was beautiful.”

“It is! It’s lovely.” The two smile, just looking at the crowd.

Vi raises her shot over her head, standing on a table. “A toast to Moon and Abi, who I bet will divorce by December.”

“A toast to kicking Vi to the curb,” Lier mutters. Having given up on keeping people from hurting themselves, she again clinks glasses with Vibes again.

“Vi you are on a timeout you fucking little shit.” Abi yells.

“I bet they’ll do it by the month after October.”

“Rib!” Corn whacks zer across the back of zeir head.

Vibes goes to distract. “Let’s all have another round!”

“Moon it’s okay. C’mere.” Abi brings her partner in for a hug, before they murder two of their children.

Moon returns the hug as Aria screams in shock. “Guy this fucking wall is talking to me!”

“Aria that’s it. Time to go home. You are to drunk,” Vi says, slurring her words.

“Aria! Go home,” Abi yells. “I love you Moony,” she says quieter.

“I love you too.”

“No! Me staying her with ma best friend Moon!” Aria screams back; to the wall instead of the people. Huh. Maybe she should go home.

“A toast,” Vibes holds up their glass. “A proper one. For Abi and Moon; may they live happily ever after!”

“May they live ever after!” Star cheers.

“Cheers I guess…” Corn says, not sure what’s going on anymore. Too many drunk people.

“Cheers bitches!” Aria says, getting dragged by her legs while Vi yelled at her.

“Go. Home. You. Are. Drunk.”

“Vi, no.” Lier goes to dislodge the two. “Let Aria stay here with me.”

“Aria you want to come with me?” Vibes asks. “I have some ice.”

“She will be fine in my sight.”

Abi stares into Vi’s soul. “Put her down.”

“Okay mom.”

Aria’s feet drop to the floor and she just lays there. “No, I want to stay with Lier.”

“I love ice!” Rib calls from the other end of the room, where ze is standing really close to a vase.

A drunken Moon then starts giving out food from the kitchen people. Unnie decides that they don’t get paid enough to care.

Aria looks to Lier. “But I want ice.”

“Then get up. You can come with me to the ice machine.” The two of them go to where Rib and Vi are munching quietly with Star.

“Y’all can see the walls moving right?” Aria asks again.

“Uh, yeah, sure Aria. They’re doing jumping jacks and everything.” Abi says, grabbing a handful of ice for herself.

“Aria, I think I’m seeing that walls talk too,” Vi said way too loudly for their proximity.

Rib turned back to the vase. “So, ya come here often?” Ze was slurring zeir words all over the place.

“Aria sit down. Rib are you flirting that was vase?” Lier facepalmed.

“Yes Vi! They are talking!”

Lier stands up, leaving them to it. “I’m getting the hose,” she muttered to Vibes on her way out. “If I remember correctly Abi said arson was allowed after the ceremony.”

“These guys are so weak to alcohol, let’s hope they forget that.”

Vi knocks over Rib’s vase while talking to the walls with Aria. “Ooh! Mango!” She them proceeds to eat some.

“NOOOOO!” Rib cries. “My beloved!”

Vibes rushes over to get Vi to cough it up.

“Vi how could you!” Rib shouts.

“Cronch. Tasty.”

Aria picks that moment to start playing the death metal to get some good head banging. Abi tries to hold in her laugh, but can’t. Rib starts sobbing in an ugly drunken fashion, bopped zeir head as well.

“Well at least no one is hurt yet,” Vibes says when Lier returns with the hose.

Star is still sitting to the side, drinking her apple juice quietly now that their’s no songs within her vocal range to sing.

“Let’s do Coke!” Aria suggests.

“No. Aria. No.” Lier stands right in Aria’s face. “I will literally make a PowerPoint on why that’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah! Coke!” Vi cheers, but Aria is already trying to shush her.

“No. No. Coke.”

“Why?” Vi complains.

“You ate my future wife!” Rib yells.

Lier muttered a question to herself. “Is me holding the threat of an informative PowerPoint really enough to stop Aria?”

“It’s okay. I’m good. Sorry Lier. OMG no. No PowerPoint necessary!”

“Smile on nod,” Lier said to herself.

“PowerPoints are scary,” Aria explained.

“No they aren’t,” Abi piped up.

“Do you want her to do coke?”

Abi paused to take in the question. “PowerPoints are terrifying,” she says deadpan.

“Any song requests?” Star asked when the death metal ended.

“Something sad,” Rib said, “because that’s how I feel. I feel betrayed and backstabbed.”

“Could you do ‘Cost of the Crown’ for me?”

“Wait there’s a crown!” Abi jumped up. “I want a crown!”

Abi was very clearly drunk, so Vibes handed over a paper crown before she hurt herself.

“POG!”

“By a sibling no less!” Rib continued to scream.

“Shuddup out prick!”

“Shut up, murderer!”

As this conversation continues, Star starts to play ‘Let it Go’ on the piano. Abi and Vibes are dueling, not half badly, but defiantly in the wrong key.

“Fuck you! You murdered my beloved!”

“I’ll do it again fucker!”

“She ate my wife!”

“Rib and Violet. Calm. Down.” Vibes went to stand between them.

“It’s only a vase, calm down,” Ai adds.

“I WILL NOT CALM!”

“Rib calm down, Moon and I will get you another.”

“It wasn’t just a vase! It was the mother of my future children!”

“I’ll fix her if you calm down,” Abi reasoned.

“Okay. I’m calm. Fix her please.”

“I’ll fix her tomorrow, don’t you worry kiddo,” Abi  soothed.

“Don’t worry, she’s not gone yet,” Vibes said. “Just sleep for now Rib, she’ll be okay.”

“She’ll be even shinier than the day you met her kiddo, don’t you worry!”

Lier came over with a glass of ice. “Have some water before you dose off on us.”

“Yay!” ze said sleepily. “Ice.”

Lier starts putting the pieces into a large Ziplock bag.

“Are y’all gonna do some necromancy?! No!” Vi them process to charge at Lier, pushing her over and breaking the pieces into even smaller ones.

“Vi,” Lier falls back into a deathly calm tone. “We just got Rib is calm down.” She gets up and into Vi’s space. “I will slowly dismember you part by part if you do not shut up this moment”

“No!”

“Ok Vi. You’re right. I’m not going to hurt you. But please stop breaking the vase.”

Rib had started worry again. Abi started shushing her child again. “Don’t worry, Rib vasey is completely fine.”

“And now I will sing N/A my MegaPvP!” Vibes said. For the first time, Lier wondered if Vibes was truly sober.

Rib places an orange peel on Abi’s shoulder. “Here you go mother.”

“Huh?”

“Okay! Pack it up family! Time to go home!”

“But my vase!”

“Will get super glued together tomorrow.”

Lier finds where Ozzie has secluded themselves, and forces them to help get everyone into cars and home safely. Thank goodness she had had the foresight to book a couple vans and drivers.

[ajaxia]

masquerade tartaglia oneshot

pov: you're at a masquerade ball, and meet someone

[ masquerade themed tartaglia oneshot. you're technically meant to be lumine but no pronouns or actual names are used, so it's up to you how you want to read it ]

your dejection only grew as you gazed around the ballroom. everyone dancing in pairs, everyone but you of course. what were you to do when the only man you had ever danced with was your brother?

aether was a hopeless romantic, his romantic fantasies were far more elaborate than yours, and almost all of his included ballroom dancing with his lady. so you read the books and taught him yourself. the enjoyment of it all even made you yearn to be able to dance as he wanted to. but instead of being the center of attention as he wished, you wanted a simple quiet dance on the balcony.

sighing you turn around to look through the window behind you. it was dark outside, nothing to be seen but the moon reflecting on the lake below you. placing a hand on the cold glass you close your eyes and remember your brother. he's all that's been on your mind tonight. you never minded the memories, but you had come here to enjoy yourself, now everything you saw was reminding you of him.

"pull yourself together." you mutter, looking away from the window and back at the waltzing couples. why were you so lonely? you didn't have your brother, and everyone you knew hadn't even bothered to look your way tonight. they were all too busy with themselves.

sure you felt happy for xinqiu, your closest friend had finally grown as close to chongyun as he hoped. but neither of them had even approached you tonight. searching for them in the crowd you spot xinqiu fixing chongyuns collar. watching the two you couldn't help but feel sorry for what you were thinking before. the two were such a perfect match, no one could get between them. watching them helped fuel your longing. you just wanted someone to dance and care for you as they did to each other. even if it's just tonight.

"they're so perfect it hurts." you hear a voice beside you. a man in a fancy black tuxedo stands next to you. the red accents catch your eye, along with the long cloak with a shimmering soft gold underside. the contrast of his blue eyes with the sharp red mask surprise you. the man simply watches you take him in, obviously enjoying it. as he leans against the wall you follow his gaze to the two blue-haired boys.

you nod, unsure of who he is but still wholeheartedly agree with what he says. "i don't think id ever be able to be what they are." you mutter.

"well we might as well give it a shot," he suggests, a playful shine in his eyes. as you raise an eyebrow in confusion, he straightens up, walks to a table, and plucks a red rose out of the centerpiece.

"would you care for a dance darling?" he asks, his outstretched hand holding the red rose.

"o-of course." you stammer, caught off guard at the sudden turn of events. he takes the rose and tucks it behind your ear. "now we match." he smirks, pointing to his red mask. glancing down at your white and gold dress you smile.

"we're just opposites tonight."

"contrast is a wonder darling." something about the way he leans towards you whenever he says something or just the way he adds 'darling' to every sentence makes you relax, he gently grabs your hand and pulls you towards the dancing couples.

his gloved hands in yours, you let your mouth turn up into a smile as the two of you dance. the music starts fast and the two of you whirl around, everything's a blur. well, everything but the very man you're dancing with.

eventually, the music slows, and he pulls you closer, the two of you sway to the music and he whispers in your ear, "i truly enjoyed dancing with you tonight. it was as enjoyable as our battle." he pulls his lips away from your ear and you tense up.

tartaglia. that's who your mystery man is.

"t-tartaglia?" you whisper, hoping to confirm whether it is your red-headed enemy or not.

"why darling, i thought you were smarter than this. could you not tell until now?" he asks, frowning.

"my deepest apologies," you quickly recover, turning back to the formal speech the two of you were conversing in.

"it's starting to feel stuffy in here." he stops swaying, now standing rigid. slowly sliding his arms off you he turns away and walks off, leaving you at the edge of the sea of dancers. he seemed hurt. what did you do wrong? quickly looking up you move out of the way and as you turn away from the dance, you see him heading to the open door, leading towards the balcony.

walking to grab drinks, you sip from one of the thin glasses as you head towards the balcony. stopping to close the door behind you, you quietly approach the harbinger from the side. he's leaning against the railing, another flower in his fingers.

"tartaglia?" you whisper.

he looks up, and you truly see him for the first time. with his mask slid upon his forehead, you appreciate the moonlight reflecting off his skin, the messy hair, and his sparkling eyes. then you frown and set the glasses on the balcony, rushing forward as you watch a tear slide down his cheek.

you cup his face in your hands and brush away the tears sliding down his cheek. "what's wrong?" you ask, he remains silent and gently removes your hands from his face. then lowers himself to the floor and lightly pats the ground next to him. scrambling to sit by him, you retrieve the two glasses you left on the balcony and lower yourself alongside him. "you can tell me anything," you smile and hold out a glass, he turns towards you and takes the glass. as his hand leaves yours, taking the glass with it, you momentarily wish he could've left his hand on yours a while longer. shooing the thoughts from your mind you turn back to tartaglia. he finishes his drink with one long gulp and as you sit there stunned he swiftly snatches your glass. his smile's weak yet his antics still the same. you giggle as he downs your drink.

"that was mine!" you seethe, he just shrugs.

"you were holding it out to me, and it's quite rude to deny a gift isn't it?" you lightly smack his shoulder, but when you see him wince you regret it.

"have you been transforming lately?" you ask, the concern shining in your eyes.

"I'm honored that you care, but it's nothing you should worry about sweetheart." he chides, taking a deep breath and looking away from you. looking at him you can't help but feel as you did that day when you witnessed him sickly and weak after fighting the ruin guards. helpless. worried. and oh so confused.

he's your enemy, why do you care so much about him? hesitating, you only hope you don't mess things up with your next few words.

"what if I want to care?" you whisper, his blue eyes turn to meet yours and your breath hitches at the sight of them.

"w-well" he stammers caught off guard, after all usually it's him making those offhand comments, "i guess i'll just have to tell you then."

he sighs and plucks a leaf off one of the vines wrapped around the balcony. "the fatui are getting worse and worse, I'm not even told why I'm doing what anymore. all I hear is 'go fight this, go fight that.' it's tiring and horrible." you just place a hand on his shoulder, unsure of what to say. he's being sent out to fight, isn't that all he wants?

his cold laugh shakes you from your thoughts, " i knew you wouldn't understand. I probably seem pathetic to you don't I? i told you all i wanted was a fight, and now that I'm getting them I'm complaining about it."

not wanting to lie after he read what you were thinking. you nod, confirming what he said.

"i just wanted to leave it all behind for one night. then i got an invitation, it was for a masquerade. i figured no one would be able to tell who i was, and i knew you'd be here, so I came. then because of the good time we were having i figured you wouldn't mind having me as your partner. but then your attitude changed as soon as I told you who I was and I could tell it wasn't for the better."

"oh, tartaglia!" you cry out, throwing your arms around his neck. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you repeat. his arms wrap around you and he buries his face in your neck.

"it's alright darling. i overreacted," he says, pulling away from his neck and bringing his eyes to meet yours. you can feel the heat spreading across your cheeks as his face rests near yours, only inches away.

"no you had a right, I hurt your feelings. it's not that I hate you or anything, in fact, I quite like you. but you have tried to kill me before." you remind him.

he laughs, "that was one time sweetheart, I promise it won't happen again. and even if it does, I'll give you a warning that I'm about to destroy you. after all, I prefer fair fights."

"enough fighting talk!" you pout, "let's change the subject." you think about it and then grin, "what was that earlier?"

"what?" he perks up, raising an eyebrow at you.

"you said you wanted to come because you knew I'd be here."

"oh that's because you're special." he scoffs.

"and what's so special about me?" you tease trying to hide the blush spreading across your cheeks.

"well if you'd like me to list everything, we'd be here for hours darling. I'm afraid they'd have to kick us off this moonlit balcony." you pout and he only cheekily smiles.

"you like dancing don't you?" he asks.

"of course." you roll your eyes, remembering your earlier conversation about how important dancing was.

"well come on then." he gets up and extends his hand, raising you to your feet he swiftly pulls you into position. you can barely hear the music from inside the ballroom, but it's okay. the two of you dance, already synchronized enough that the beat of the music isn't necessary.

eventually, tartaglia slows and pulls you closer.

"the way your skin shines under the moonlight," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear.

"the way your eyes light up whenever i tell you about my family." you open your mouth to ask what he's doing and he quickly silences you with a finger against your lips.

"shhh darling, you did ask why I think you're special didn't you?" he grins as your eyes soften.

"the way you bring your little buddy around with you no matter where you are."

"the way you still helped me with my brother that day even after I tried murdering you."

"the way your eyes showcase every emotion you're feeling."

by this point tartaglia had taken his finger off your mouth and had wrapped his arms around you, he was looking up at the moon and you quickly interrupted. "tartaglia." you whisper.

"don't call me that," he scowls. confused you raise an eyebrow but comply.

"childe?"

"even worse." you just blankly look up at him, what does he want you to call him? darling?

"darling?" you hesitantly call out.

"darling." he echoes back, then smiles at the discomfort in your eyes. "you don't have to call me that sweetheart, i understand we can't all be as charming as I am. but I'm not in the mood to be reminded of my fatui background as of now. so why don't I reintroduce myself?"

taking a step back he grins, "it's a pleasure to meet you, darling, please call me ajax." with that he falls into a bow and extends his hand, you reach out to grab it and he raises your hand to his lips, placing a whisper of a kiss.

"it's a pleasure to meet you ajax." you smile, he nods and pulls you into him once again. as you sway he mutters,

"i'm sorry. normally I'm not such a whirlwind of emotion."

giggling you acknowledge his faults, "normally it's fighting, flirting, or fascinating."

"fascinating?" he inquires. you blush and look away. "don't worry, I already know how great I am."

"do you know how conceited you are?"

"of course! self-awareness is important after all." stifling a laugh you simply slide over to the balcony and lean against it. he comes up from behind and leans on you, wrapping his arms around your neck. smiling at the banter you shared, and then the slow calmness of it all, it was perfect.

"i got to live out one of my dreams tonight," you note.

"really?" you can feel him wanting to add some self-absorbed comment so you hurry on before he can interject.

"simply slow dancing on a quiet balcony." you smile and ajax leans over your shoulder, bringing his face next to yours.

"did you enjoy it?" he asks, cautiously.

"w-well" you stammer, "i danced with a w-wonderful someone. someone who i regret not approaching earlier."

"really," he mutters, sounding pleased. "i'm glad."

"me too." you echo back.

"i believe this someone is wondering whether the wonderful lady would like to meet them again. perhaps just the two of them gone wherever the lady likes"

"s-she is having a hard t-time responding to that," you whisper. caught unawares by the sudden inquiry.

"well i hope she says yes," he says. you nod, shivering as the breeze passes you. crossing your arms to try and hold the warmth with you, you turn back to the ballroom, trying to remember if you brought a coat or not. as you near the door ajax clasps something around his neck, it's his black cloak. the thick fabric settles over your bare and shoulders you turn around eyeing the long garment dragging on the ground.

"don't leave me so soon," he whines. you roll your eyes and wait for him to reach your side. the two of you stand basking in each other's presence. observing the ballroom you both eye the warm cheerful atmosphere with slight disdain. it was much too happy in there, it reminded you too much of aether. it was beautiful in its own way, but not what you wanted, after all, tonight was your night.

turning back towards the moonlit balcony, the breeze whispers through your hair and glancing at ajax you smile.

"this is kind of-" you pause, hesitant, "nice."

"really? well, I'm honored to have been graced with the presence of such a beautiful lady tonight."

"and I with the presence of such a charming man." he hooks a finger under your chin and turns your face towards his. as the light shining through the windows casts a glow upon his skin, your eyes try to capture every small detail.

he brings his face closer to yours, and you're suddenly aware of your lips, only inches apart from his. he remains there, waiting for permission. you inch forward a bit and he leans forward, your lips crashing together. up until now, you hadn't realized just how much you wanted this, and now that you've had a taste, you aren't sure you ever want to give it up.

ajax's hand leaves your face and his arms trail down to your waist, he pulls you closer to him and a slight moan of surprise escapes your lips. reaching up you wrap your arms around his neck.

breathless, you pull away and he starts trailing light kisses along your exposed collarbone. laughing you gently shove him away.

"How was that for a kiss?" he asks, you simply blush and turn around. he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your neck. "don't be like that my love. if it bothered you that much i won't do it again."

"n-no! it was fine. i r-rather enjoyed it." your voice trails off at the end and you quickly tense up, embarrassed at the fact you let it slip out.

"so are we enough to compete with the two blue haired ones now?" he teases.

"i'd hope so," you say, turning around to face him.

"you don't understand how long I've waited for this day," he whispers.

you drink in the happiness on his features and smile back. "i'm glad you did."