#before going to bed XD sorry for the delay!

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Hi imma be greedy too :3

what about worked up, kinks, and another with Sabo/Marco pls and thank you Quin :3333

xD Alright, so I'm assuming Sabo and Marco are the request for Worked up and Kink as well, and then together for Another - or at least that's what I'mma go with

mdni, you know the drill, kinks will get kinky so you've been warned.

-:- Worked Up -:- What is your f/o like when turned on? Are they desperate, tense, barely restrained? How do they handle it?

Marco:

Barely restrained. This man's control is all about keeping himself under control, but once he's worked up he's already started to let go. He wants what he wants, how he wants, and if I've opened the doors for him there's no holding back.

He can cool off in an instant if I need it - but otherwise it's a need that simmers under the surface, flickering flames along his shoulders and fingers, shifting in his eyes. Others might have me feeling like I'm being hunted, but Marco doesn't give that kind of heads up.

It's almost a tangible thing, honestly.

Sabo:

Sabo gets a little desperate. He does trying to keep it under wraps, but if he's had to deal with it for any length of time, his patience is often thrown right out the window. Knowing he's like that, and teasing him further is usually a good way to get myself in trouble >.>

What can I say, hearing those leather gloves just creeeeeak with barely restrained need is a delicious sound.

-:- Kinks -:- are you or your f/o kinky? What kinds of kinks do you and your f/o like?

Marco:

Marco's kinky in the "open to anything" sense of the word. He might have a weakness for a few things like Breeding and roleplays - a solid appreciation for impact play and power play dynamics, but really he just likes knowing his partner(s) is/are enjoying things.

So with me he incorporates a lot of rope and dom/sub dynamics.

The best part is that there's not really a lot of hard No's with either of us, so most of the stuff we do is experimenting and trying new things. It's a helluva lot safer with his devil fruit, for him and me.

Sabo:

Sabo loves power dynamics. He leans more toward being the one in control, but he's also okay with relinquishing that to some extent. I've barely got a dominating bone in my body though, so it's a rare thing for him to be receiving.

Impact play, Edge Play, Sensory Play - there's some madness in him, but he's oh so careful when walking along lines. He's a cruel bastard sometimes, especially with over-stim and denial, but the pay-offs are worth it in my opinion.

-:- Another -:- have you ever considered including someone else in your activities? If so, who would it be?

Marco:

Marco's not against it at all. So long as the person I'm including or he is, is aware of all the appropriate boundaries - safe words, limits, etc.

He'll rarely take on a sub role in group dynamics, however, no matter who else is included. Izou, Rayleigh, Shakky, and maybe a couple others will get him to let go of the reins, but otherwise he'll maintain control.

Which can be a sight to see when you're including someone like Sabo, who likes control more than not, or Kid who doesn't have a submissive bone in his body (Marco'll joke that he'll shove one in his ass if it'll make him feel better.)

Sabo:

He's not against it, but he's not overly open with it either. With Sabo it has to be someone he's gotten to know and trust, and much like Marco the first few times he's not going to be keen on relinquishing control.

Marco, Ace and Law I feel are on his short list. When it's Ace or Law it's always a bit of a power struggle between him and them (I'm just here for the ride lol ) - but it's not really much of a competition when it's Marco. Though to rank it a little more clearly, Law doesn't want to give up control as much as Sabo, it can get heated (they communicate so heated in a good way), Ace is more likely to fold than to fold Sabo, but I don't think he really minds it. I think he just knows Sabo likes the challenge, and I crumble like a house of cards.

Spicy self-ship asks

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Drive Day # 3: Stormy Weather!

Sorry for the little bit of delay on this part but I hope yall enjoy it! Seems after what Eddie experienced the day before he isn't handling it so well and wound up in the middle of a storm and instead of being in a comfy bed he had to deal with the growth on in the storm and the onset of glowing too!

Uploaded two versions one with the rain effect and one without it I wanted to go ahead and add both (especially since its my first time doing a rain type deal and idk if I can do it well so have a plain one too!)

Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56735359/chapters/144627922

Totals for Day #3

Tiny Glowy Eggs: 25 Likes x 8 Eggs = 200! 200 + 144= 344 !

Large Heavy Eggs: 6 Reblogs and 1 Follower x 3 Eggs = 21! 21 + 15 = 36 !

Wiggly Alien Babies: $0 x 1 Baby = 0! 0 + 2 = 2!

Honestly I feel like this drive is taking me on new idea paths and also working even harder on my art to make it more polished im honestly very proud of it all so far tbh! Thank yall again for looking and reading and hope yall enjoy this installment X3 Also had a lot of fun doodling Eddie's hair all wet from the rain smoothed him out a bit XD And also I defo have settled on his eyelids and charging ports being a darker shade I feel like it looks cute on him :3

Rules:

Every Like = 8 Small Glowy Eggs

Every Reblog/ New Follower = 3 Large Heavy Eggs

And every $1 via my paypal = 2 wiggly alien babies!

Paypal Link: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/VladieBunnifly

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🗑🛋🌃

[From this ask game]

So sorry for the delay friend, I saw this last night when it was way too late to get started on it, thought "Oh cool I'll answer this tomorrow morning before I really start working" and then promptly forgot about it until just now -_-

🗑How hard is it for you to delete writing that gets cut?

I think it depends on how much I'm cutting: big chunks are more frustrating than small sentences tbh, especially if I'm really happy with them.

That being said, usually I tend to add stuff from one draft to the next rather than take it out, so I don't cut that much out... although I guess, since I process my early drafts through complete rewrites, you could say it all gets cut and that makes it easier, too xD

ETA: Also I do keep all my drafts archived so that helps too x)

🛋Where do you write?

Normally on my couch, occasionally in bed or on the floor, leaning on my elbows, but nowadays for postural reasons I try to privilege sitting at a desk. (I say, typing on my couch.)

Also in the past couple of years, most of my writing has been done in hotel rooms, when I have more time and energy to devote to it, because working 40 hours a week is a trap and saps your energy for other stuff x)

🌃What time do you go to bed?

These days around seven or eight PM, because the AC is in my bedroom and at at wonderful 39°c of perceived temperature at 10pm, Iwant the AC as soon as possible. Otherwise, my target is always to be asleep at 10:30pm so I can be properly rested, but unfortunately I miss it more often than not x)

[bloody-bee-tea]

Have a fluffy thought for distraction: discussion conference at Cloud Recesses, sect leader Jiang has not returned to the talks after a break and no one can find him. Hours later someone goes to feed the bunnies and finds him in the meadow, covered in bunnies. Maybe he's asleep, maybe he's awake, either way he can't move because that would disturb the bunnies and you don't disturb animals that picked you as their seat :3 he lives in the meadow now.

A field of rabbits

Well it certainly distracted me into writing XD <3

When everyone files back into the conference room and Jiang Wanyin is nowhere to be seen, Nie Mingjue doesn’t immediately panic. 

This is the Cloud Recesses after all, and it’s highly unlikely that he got attacked or ran into some trouble here. After Wen Xu managed to burn the Cloud Recesses, they made sure that it’s one of the most fortified places right after the Unclean Realm and possibly Lotus Pier.

Jiang Wanyin might be a magnet for trouble, and he might look for fights more than anyone else Nie Mingjue knows except himelf, but the chances that he found either here are slim to none.

It’s much more likely that there was an emergency with his Sect that he has to deal with before he can come back to the conference. 

It happened before and it will happen again; after all, they are all Sect Leaders here and there are always issues the second in command can’t deal with on their own.

Nie Mingjue has the utmost understanding for that.

But when Lan Qiren steps into the room and frowns, before worry visibly clouds over his face that’s the moment unease makes itself known in Nie Mingjue’s belly.

If Jiang Wanyin had to deal with something else, then he would have notified Lan Qiren, there’s no doubt about that.

Jiang Wanyin has the utmost respect for Lan Qiren and he would never be late or miss a meeting intentionally, not without telling Lan Qiren or informing him otherwise.

But it doesn’t seem like Lan Qiren knows what happened to Jiang Wanyin either, and that’s cause to worry.

People are already starting to whisper about his absence and Nie Mingjue clenches his fist.

Jiang Wanyin has been leading his Sect for over three years now; bringing it back from the brink and restoring it to much of its former glory and still people are talking about him as if he’s a helpless teenager who doesn’t deserve their respect or fear.

Nie Mingjue hates it with every fibre of his being, because Jiang Wanyin has stepped up for his Sect in a way not many would have been able to and it itches him to snap at all of them.

It’s only Lan Qiren who catches his gaze that stops him.

“Sect Leader Jiang has been delayed by an important issue. He is requesting for Sect Leader Nie’s assistance, so if you would, please,” Lan Qiren says with a meaningful glance towards Nie Mingjue and Nie Mingjue nods his understanding.

Lan Qiren has no goddamn clue where Jiang Wanyin is and he wants him to look for him.

Nie Mingjue will more than gladly do that.

There is no real danger here that could have befallen Jiang Wanyin, but Nie Mingjue still worries.

He has never seen anyone with eye rings that deep or black, especially since Jiang Wanyin is otherwise almost deathly pale and the concern that he might have just dropped dead is a real one.

Jiang Wanyin is pushing himself far too hard.

Nie Mingjue asks every disciple he sees if they have seen Jiang Wanyin but he only gets vague answers in return.

It seems like Jiang Wanyin vanished like a shadow.

Nie Mingjue feels frustration rise in him when he makes his way through the entire Cloud Recesses with no sign of Jiang Wanyin.

“You think the rabbits will be mad that we didn’t feed them?” Nie Mingjue hears a disciple say suddenly and he frowns. 

“I think better the rabbits than Sect Leader Jiang,” another voice replies and before Nie Mingjue can inquire about what they mean, they are gone.

But he finally has a lead and so he follows the path that leads to the meadow with the rabbits.

He used to come here a lot with Lan Xichen when they were both younger and less burdened but ever since the Sunshot Campaign neither of them have the time for this anymore.

His feet still remember the path well though, and it’s not long before the first rabbits come into view.

The rabbits and a figure clad in purple.

Nie Mingjue breathes a little bit easier just for having found Jiang Wanyin but then it registers in his mind that Jiang Wanyin is splayed out on the ground, not moving or talking, and the worry comes back with a vengeance.

Nie Mingjue stealthily makes his way over to Jiang Wanyin, but as soon as he gets closer he realizes that Jiang Wanyin is breathing easily and deeply and he seems more relaxed than Nie Mingjue has ever seen him.

He just fell asleep then. That’s good.

Nie Mingjue has to bite back a smile when one of the startled rabbits makes its way back onto Jiang Wanyin’s stomach, where it promptly falls back asleep.

Nie Mingjue is unsure if the rabbits climbed on Jiang Wanyin and prevented him from leaving, causing him to fall asleep, or if Jiang Wanyin fell asleep and the rabbits claimed him as their bed, but it doesn’t really matter.

What matters is that Jiang Wanyin finally got some rest.

Nie Mingjue carefully sits down next to him, but of course Jiang Wanyin startles awake. It seems like the war and the stress are still too close.

“Relax,” Nie Mingjue lowly says, taking care not to startle the rabbits any more than Jiang Wanyin’s violent waking up did and Nie Mingjue watches fondly as the same rabbit as before makes its bed on Jiang Wanyin’s stomach yet again.

It seems to be a particularly good spot for sleeping.

“What are you doing here?” Jiang Wanyin asks him and his voice is rough enough to suggest that he at least slept for most of their break.

That’s good.

“Looking for you,” Nie Mingjue lowly gives back and puts a hand to Jiang Wanyin’s shoulder when he tries to get up. “Relax,” he says again and Jiang Wanyin does sink back into the grass, but there’s tension in his face now.

“The break is over,” he whispers, sounding horrified and Nie Mingjue nods.

“It is, but don’t worry. Lan Qiren has your back.”

“What did he say?” Jiang Wanyin asks as if he fears the answer.

“That there has been an important issue. You asked for my help, if you’re wondering,” Nie Mingjue says easily and then lays down on the grass as well. “And I like what you’re doing so I’ll join you.”

“Sect Leader Nie—��� Jiang Wanyin starts but Nie Mingjue doesn’t let him speak.

“Mingjue. Nie Mingjue if you must,” he corrects him and then closes his eyes as the first curious rabbits start to explore him.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Wanyin whispers after a long moment and Nie Mingjue blinks over to him.

“What for?”

“Missing the conference. Making you miss it, too. You can go back if you want to, and I’ll follow soon.”

Nie Mingjue eyes first the rabbit on his own stomach and then the numerous ones on Jiang Wanyin and raises an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t think either of us will. You don’t move if an animal has chosen you as their sleeping spot. It’s just not done. Believe me, I know. Huaisang has many birds who like to sit on me and you’re simply not allowed to disturb them. It’s an unwritten law,” Nie Mingjue tells him and reaches out for another rabbit to add it to the ones already on Jiang Wanyin.

“And would you look at that, another one chose you. You can leave even less now.”

Jiang Wanyin is staring at him with wide eyes and Nie Mingjue is absolutely unprepared to see tears well up in them.

It seems like Jiang Wanyin wasn’t prepared for that either if the panic in his eyes is any indication and Nie Mingjue does the only thing he can think of.

He plops a rabbit onto Jiang Wanyin’s face.

The rabbit doesn’t struggle like Nie Mingjue expected it to and instead stays on his face for long, long moments, and Jiang Wanyin doesn’t make a move to dislodge it either.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Cheng finally croaks out again and Nie Mingjue sighs, before he crosses his arms behind his head.

“There is no need to be. You’re pushing yourself too hard. Lan Qiren and I worry. It’s good for you to take some time off and where better to do it than here. Lan Qiren will inform us if there’s anything important, but you should know how these things go by now. Sect Leader Yao will think he’s the most important man in the room until Jin Guangshan reminds him that he is in fact the most important man in the room and by then it will be evening. It’s not like we’re going to miss much.”

“True,” Jiang Wanyin says with a snort, which finally makes the rabbit move off his face.

There are no more tears in his eyes, but Jiang Wanyin seems bone-deep exhausted.

“Rest some more. I’ll make sure no one disturbs us,” Nie Mingjue lowly says and Jiang Wanyin closes his eyes with a sigh.

“I shouldn’t be this weak,” he mutters under his breath and Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes.

“You’re human,” he gives back. “And your body has needs. Sleep is one of them.”

“I don’t have time to sleep,” Jiang Wanyin whispers but he closes his eyes.

“You do now. So make the best of it,” Nie Mingjue advises him and he’s pretty sure Jiang Wanyin falls asleep before he even finishes talking.

Nie Mingjue stares at him for a moment longer—he didn’t quite realize that Jiang Wanyin was so tired that he would basically drift off in the middle of a conversation—but it’s not really a surprise, not with how exhausted he looks.

He watches Jiang Wanyin for a while, looking for any kind of movement, but he seems to be deep into sleep already and so Nie Mingjue turns his head back to look at the sky.

He’ll have to talk to Lan Qiren so they can figure out how to efficiently help Jiang Wanyin lessen the burden of leadership.

Jiang Wanyin is one of the good ones and it would be a shame to lose him to stress and sleep-deprivation this soon.

Nie Mingjue will make sure that he leads a healthier lifestyle than Lan Qiren and Nie Mingjue did back when they took over their respective Sects.

And the first step for that is to let Jiang Wanyin sleep in a field of rabbits. It seems like a good start.

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The Roulette of Destiny part 13

ANNOUNCEMENT! (Oh my, I have a feeling that some of you is coming after me after this, so if you don't hear about me, you know what happened xD) Like we all know, next weekend is Christmas. I'm also aware that I promised to post a new chapter every Sunday, BUT next week's chapter is going to be delayed and it's coming out 2.1.2022. I know, I'm sorry already! I really thought about this pretty hard, but then I decided that maybe it's better this way, because I wanted to write a little Christmas present for you. And because I'm going to give it to you 24.12, I decided that maybe, in that case, I should delay chapter 14 for a week. I know, this is a terrible thing to do for those who really want to read that fic, but I really, really wanted to write some Christmas fic and since Christmas is once in the year, it's now or not until next year xD So please, forgive me and my selfishness!

And I promise! This chapter isn't going to end in a big cliffhanger, so maybe that waiting won't be so painful... I hope :D

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10 ~ Chapter 11 ~ Chapter 12

Chapter 13

The next morning Ran found herself next to him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it took a moment for her to remember what had happened yesterday evening and how she had crawled under his blanket beside him. Even though the bed wasn’t wide enough for two people, Ran had decided that she wants to be in his arms, and she had convinced Shinichi to believe that she didn’t take that much space. Well, she was almost sleeping on him, so basically she didn't take much space from the bed. She didn’t sleep well, and she wondered if he did, but it was worth it.

Ran raised herself carefully to see if he was awake already. He was still sleeping. Looking at his relaxed face made her only smile. She raised her hand to move his dark brown hair away from his forehead.

If she only could be like this for the rest of her life, she would be the happiest woman in the world.

That day they spent mostly in the hotel and take it easy. They hadn’t planned anything, and for some reason, Ran enjoyed much more just being close to him, staying in his arms, talking nonsense, and exchanging kisses from time to time. It was that simple and Ran loved it. They only left the hotel on the romantic restaurant to eat, and when they walked there and back if they didn’t walk hand in hand, she wrapped her arms around his.

That evening Ran wondered if she should tell to Sonoko. Part of her wanted to because she was happy about this, but in the end, she really hadn’t talked about it with Shinichi. She had enjoyed his closeness and touches and kisses, but none of them hadn’t said out loud what they were right now. She was sure that both of them knew that this wasn’t going to last long. Both of them were promised to someone else, and unless she would find a way to convince her mother to give up that marriage, nothing would change.

Of course, she could always ask Shinichi if he would like to help her to convince her mother, and maybe, if she would get Sonoko to support them, maybe they could do it?

“What are you thinking?”

Ran put down the phone and saw how Shinichi sat down on the couch beside her, putting his arm around her. Ran leaned to that touch as soon as she could.

“Just thinking if I should tell Sonoko that I’m fine”, she answered simply and glanced at her phone again. Another thought was that she was pretty surprised that her mother hadn’t tried to get in touch with her after Osaka’s incident. But maybe it was predictable since Ran hadn’t answered her calls, only sending her messages that she was doing fine.

What a good daughter she was. All this is because of that stupid marriage thing.

“Aaand”, she continued and looked at him, “I’m wondering what we are going to do tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, huh?” he repeated looking out of the window before meeting her gaze. “Well, what do you want to do tomorrow?”

“You don’t want to decide?” she asked out of curiosity. In the end, she was the one who wanted to Kyoto, and she also was the one who decided where they visited, so to her, it would be only fair that Shinichi would decide.

“I don’t have anything in mind”, he answered.

“Well”, she started slowly. “How about we go to Fukui?”

“Fukui?” Shinichi repeated. Then he looked away like thinking. “Why not.” Then he met her gaze again. “Is there a particular reason…”

Ran smiled. “I heard that there is Dinosaur Museum! I want to see it!”

He smiled. “Ah, of course”, he mumbled and took his phone from his pocket. “Well, it seems that I need to book a hotel room and some tickets…”

“And… I don’t mind if we have a bigger bed”, Ran said and took her own phone, pretending to be interested in something to hide her embarrassment. Though probably her cheeks told him enough. "I don't say that it was tight to sleep last night, but I wouldn't mind if there would be more space..."

���There, there, Ran, not on the first date”, he said.

“Mou, I should have known this”, she cried out and met his smirking face. “I just want to sleep in your arms, nothing more, nothing less. And besides, it isn’t the first date anymore.” She smiled like a winner. “In the end, we have been on this trip… what, sixteen days? So this can be like a sixteenth date.”

“Buuuut”, Shinichi objected, “we have been particularly all this time together, so you can count this like one big date.”

Ran stared at him for a moment. “How does that even make sense?”

The next few days went in the Fukui, visiting Yokokan Garden, Dinosaur Museum and Katsuyama Dinosaur Forest Park, Ichijodani Asakura Clan Ruins, and Daihonzan Eihei-ji Temple. The only thing Ran missed was Tojinbo Cliffs, because all the pictures and things she read from the internet gave her a vision of a romantic cruise, but since Shinichi got a plan to go to Nagano next, they didn’t have time for that cruise. And truth to be told, she almost immediately forgot about it, since when Shinichi mentioned taking her in Nagano, he smiled mischievously. It took her interest, since to her, it looked like Shinichi was planning something, but when Ran tried to find out what, he just said that he would tell her later. Ran really tried to roast that information out from him, but it seemed that he had decided to keep that secret to himself, so it was pointless.

Actually, he didn’t much ask what Ran wanted to do in Nagano. It wasn’t like she had anything in her mind, and in the end, he was the one who paid for the trip, so it was only fair that he chose their destinations. And Ran didn’t complain since Zenko-ji temple was pretty interesting, and it was almost sad that they didn’t make it to see the morning ceremony since they just came from the Fukui, but still. And next day went mostly on Togakushi, visiting five shrines of Togakushi and Ninja Museum. That evening, Ran was pretty tired, but still, awake enough that she wanted to know what they would do the next day.

“You will see”, Shinichi answered simply.

“Come oooon, Shinichi”, Ran said and hung on to him, trying to look at him with her puppy eyes. “I need to know what we are planning to do… I need to know what to wear tomorrow…”

“Wear what you feel like”, he answered with a laugh.

“Shinichiiiiiiiii…”

“Don’t you trust me at all?”

“I don’t”, Ran answered and made him snort. “Believe me, I have seen my dad planning things and they have never ended up well.”

“Are you comparing me with your father?”

Ran backed up enough to meet his gaze and smirked. “Mom always says that all the men are the same.”

Shinichi rolled his eyes, making Ran laugh. “Maybe I should cancel tomorrow’s plans…”

The next morning didn’t happen anything, which only made Ran feel kind of anxious. She wasn’t sure if she like it. She was waiting for something, yet she didn’t have any idea what. After breakfast, they checked out from the hotel and went to the closest café to… wait.

Ran tried her best to be patient, but the sad truth was that she couldn’t relax or focus on anything. She kept glancing at her phone, clock, Shinichi, and people around her. She tried her best not to try to ask questions about his plans just because she knew that he would mock her later, but gosh! SHE WANTED TO KNOW! How in the world she would get him to speak? Or give her a hint?

So Ran put her phone aside and then leaned to the table, looking at Shinichi who read a newspaper.

“Shinichi?”

“Mmmm?”

“You are a detective, right?”

Blue eyes moved away from the paper to meet hers. There was nothing to read from his face. For a moment Ran felt like he was scanning her, like trying to find a reason for her question, before he answered: “Yeah.”

“But if you are a detective, doesn’t that mean that you are a very, very curious person?”

He looked at her like thinking about it. “Well, yeah, I am.”

“Then”, Ran continued and smiled a little. “You probably understand how I feel like now, right?” And when Shinichi didn’t say anything, she continued: “I mean you’re hiding something from me, and you are torturing me, because I really want to know what you are hiding, but you’re not telling me.”

The wide smile came to his lips, and he looked away. “Is that how you’re trying to make me tell you?”

“You know how I am feeling right now, right?” Ran answered. “Because if I would tell you that I’m having something planned out, but not going to tell you, it would make you curious, right? And you would try to ask me, but I wouldn’t tell you, so you only got more curious, and eventually, you would be so curious that it makes you crazy!”

“Oh Ran”, he said and looked at her with a smile. “Being detective is much more than just asking questions from others and believing everything they say. So, if you would keep something from me and I would be curious about it, I would try to find answers somewhere else.”

“Answers from somewhere else…” Ran repeated and looked at their suitcase. But then again, she was the one who packed their luggage, and she didn’t see anything suspicious. But on the other hand, if Shinichi would have liked to hide something from her, it would have been easy, because it wasn’t Ran’s habit to check his pockets or other belongings. She would have easily missed her clues.

But then, they were on the road. Whatever Shinichi was planning, it was someplace where he was taking her, and everything he had bought or reserved at this point, he had done it with his phone. And that meant that everything he had was on his phone.

“That’s stupid, Shinichi”, she said eventually and raised her gaze back to him. He was still observing her with his smile. “I bet that all answers are on your phone.”

He smirked. “Well done, miss detective.”

Ran sighed. Well, there was that. Unless…

“Can you give me your phone?”

“If you insist”, he answered, took his phone out from the pocket, and slide it in front of Ran. Ran took it to her hands and push the button on the side to make the screen open.

Ah, it needed a code. Of course, why she hadn't thought about it? It can be anything. But…

“So, Shinichi”, she started, trying to be as neutral as possible. “I have never asked, but when is your birthday?”

He let out a laugh, making Ran take her gaze away from the phone. “Oh, Ran”, he said when his laugh calmed down enough. “You’re not doing anything with that information.”

“Because it is your code, right?” Ran shouted victoriously. “Split it out!”

“Fourth of May”, he answered and looked at her before turning back to his newspaper with a humorous smile on his lips. “And I hope that after this, you think of changing your own code.”

Ran blushed. He wasn’t wrong about hers, but… how?

“Who says that my code would be my birthday?” she asked, trying to hide her embarrassment. “And even if it would, you don’t know about my birthday.”

“Using a birthday as a code is very common because it’s easy to remember”, he explained without looking at her, making Ran only more embarrassing. “And about your birthday, I happened to see your identity card on Shizuoka, when you cleaned your wallet one night.” He glanced at her. “That way I also learned your surname.”

Ran stared at him. She tried to remember that evening on the Shizuoka. Yeah, she did sit on the sofa and went through her wallet, taking away receipts and putting her cards in order but she didn’t remember that Shinichi would have sat beside her or been even close.

“But… how?” she asked. “You weren’t even close to me…”

“I happened to walk behind you”, he answered simply. “And because of my detective nature, I was curious what you were doing.”

“And you happened to see all those little numbers and letters from my identity card while walking over?” she doubted.

“I have a bad habit to pay attention to little details”, he said with a smile and winked. “I told you on the first day, didn’t I: I happen to pay attention to my surrounding.”

Well, it was nice to know that she didn’t have any kind of privacy while he was around.

Eventually Ran needed to give up. She didn’t figure out his code as much as she tried to think everything she knew about Shinichi. The worst part was that all that time she saw the smile on Shinichi’s lips while he was “reading” the newspaper, so Ran was pretty sure that he knew her distress and enjoyed it.

Part of her wanted to give up earlier, but she also knew that Shinichi would take it as his victory, so she tried. She tried her best to figure something out until Shinichi said that it’s their time to leave.

“You’re not going to tell me?” she asked when they walked out of the café. “In the end, I tried really hard…”

“And you did well”, Shinichi assured gently and wrapped his arm around her, making her walk closer to him. “But I believe your reward feels much better when you see it yourself.”

So Ran tried to be a good girl and be patient. She gave up her curiosity since she couldn’t make him talk, and she didn’t have any way to get into his phone. She just followed him on the train and just waited. Beginning of the journey, she looked at all the stops and tried to figure out what would be theirs, but eventually, she dropped that and concentrated on the landscapes from the window.

Until they got to their destination, and Ran have to admit that… Well, whatever she had waited for, she certainly wasn’t prepared that Shinichi would take her Yorozuya Ryokan.

“Surprise”, she heard him say when they stopped in front of the big building. Ran just stared at the building without believing it. Well, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been ryokans or onsens before, but… “One night in here, just you and me”, Shinichi continued, making Ran look at him. He didn’t meet her gaze, just looked away, scratching his neck. “Well, not precisely since there are other customers, but… Well, you got the point.”

Ran’s smile widened. She went closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, making him look at her, and raise on her tiptoes. “This is perfect”, she answered and gave him a kiss.

And Ran enjoyed it. As soon as they get in and got their room, they went to the public baths, and Ran took her time, enjoying it as much as she could. She got out of baths when it was time for dinner, which was included in their staying. After dinner and a little walk on the outside, seeing the views of Yudanaka Onsen, she decided to go enjoy an open-door bath in their room.

“You really enjoy taking baths”, she heard Shinichi say when she stepped on the bath.

“I need to enjoy this while I can”, she answered and took a good and relaxing position. The evening started to be dark and little chill, but being in the hot water, it felt only amazing and relaxing. “Never know if I ever have a chance to experience this again.”

Ran waited for him to say something for a moment, but he didn’t. She looked through the wooden lattice wall the view what she could see. Sadness tried to take control of her thoughts, but she tried her hardest to move them aside. No. She really wanted to enjoy this trip while it lasts. And she really needed something to take her thoughts away from it.

“You know”, she shouted, “it would be nice if you would join.”

It took for a moment before he answered, and when he did, he was much closer than Ran waited. “I believe it’s not so appropriate.”

Ran blushed and looked at the doorway where he already stood, leaning on the doorway his arms crossed, blue eyes looking at that same wooden lattice wall.

“Mou, Shinichi”, she began and let her posture lose enough that she was sure that water hide her upper body enough. “Stop thinking like that… I mean I know, but… can’t you just come here to enjoy this bath and keep me company? It doesn’t… mean… we would.. or have to... or... well, you know…”

He let out a laugh. “You’re cute when you get frustrated.”

“Shinichi!”

“Besides, my mother will kill me if she finds out. I don’t know why, but she always assumes the worst of me.”

Ran smiled and rolled her eyes. “Well, I promise not to tell her if I ever met her.”

He just glanced at her, and she grinned at him. Then he looked back at the wall.

“You know, Ran… I… I have been thinking…”

Somehow Ran didn’t like that. Even if his thoughts could be anything, she almost felt like he was going to say something which included Tokyo and arranged marriage. It would be something that would take her back to reality.

“It has been three weeks since we left from Tokyo…”

“Shinichi”, Ran sighed. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay? I want to enjoy tonight…”

“No, Ran, listen…” he interrupted her and stepped away from the doorway. If he earlier was careful not to look at her, now she got his full attention. “Like I said, I know that we have known each other like three weeks, but… is… Is there any chance that you would… If you would like to…” He lowered his eyes with red cheeks and raised his hand to scratch his neck. He was so nervous, and it made Ran nervous too, but at the same time, it made her hopeful. Part of her hoped to hear the one certain question, but at the same time, she knew it was impossible…

“If... if you would like to… marry me?”

Her cheeks glowed and she felt happy, so happy that she would have liked to jump out from the bath and just hug him, wrap arms around him, drown him in the kisses and say yes so many times that he would be tired of hearing it. But it also made her sad and desperate. Almost anxious. As much as she wanted to say yes, she knew it wasn't possible. Her parents would never allow it. If they weren’t ready to give up on it two weeks ago, she didn’t know why they would be now.

“And I’m not asking because I want something back from this trip”, he hurried to say. “I just… I… like to be with you...”

“I know”, she interrupted him, yet she couldn't look at him. “But… you know that both of us is still going to be married…”

“But I believe that we can talk about this”, Shinichi said and sounded so sure about that. It made Ran look at him. “I think my parents would understand if I explain everything to them. And if mom doesn’t, I’m sure that dad would back me up. And if it’s really needed, I can handle my fiancée. I will do it even if it’s the last thing I do…”

“But Shinichi, what about my parents?” she asked desperately. “They didn’t come around two weeks ago, how do you think they would now?”

He stepped next to the bath and crouched, leaning his arm on edge of the bath. Ran wanted to tell him to stop since his yukata was going to get wet, but he was already talking: “I don’t think they are impossible to talk around”, he said and sounded so sure. “Hard, maybe, but I believe that they would come around.”

“How?” Ran asked. “I tried two weeks ago, and I failed miserably.”

“But maybe I can?” he suggested. “Maybe, when they see us together and listen to us, maybe they would turn around. And… And if it comes to your groom, I can take responsibility and try to compensate it to him.”

“I don’t want you to take the blame for everything”, she mumbled as an answer. “You have done enough for me already…”

“But if it means I can marry you… I’ll do it.”

Ran looked at him, feeling her cheeks burn. She felt like she wanted to cry because she was touched to hear someone saying something like that to her.

“You would… you would do that?” she asked. “Like… really?”

“Really”, he answered gently. “I would.”

Without thinking more, Ran stood up and stepped out from the bath, making Shinichi move aside. “I’m going to call home, right now”, she said determinedly and marched inside, taking her yukata and wrapping it around her. “I tell them everything. I tell them that I want to marry you instead of that stranger and as soon as we get back home, we’re going to visit them and make things clear”, she continued and walked to the bed where she left her phone and took it. She was kind of surprised that she was so sure of this, but so was Shinichi. And if Shinichi really wanted her, then she should do everything she could to make sure that they could marry each other.

But when she saw her mother’s name on her phone, she felt nervous. Her mother was strong-willed. As sure as she felt now, she also knew that as soon as her mother would say something just too determined, her own will would get a crack.

“Shinichi?” she asked and looked back. She was surprised to see that he wasn't there. She had thought that he had followed her. Where did he go?

Then he walked to the room, looking a little embarrassed and his cheeks were deep red. Ran frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“Huh?” he asked. “Oh, um… nothing.”

Ran tilted her head. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah”, he said and looked at her phone. “Didn’t you mean to make that call?”

Ran lowered her gaze and looked at her phone. “I… Could you stay with me?” she asked. “My mom, she… she is kind of strong-willed…”

“Ah, like her daughter.”

“Shinichi…”

He shut his mouth. Ran sighed. “I know, I was determined, and I still want to be, but… I’m scared that as soon as she starts to object to the whole idea, I… I’m scared that I will back up…”

“But if you decide that you will get your will through, I believe you can stick with your opinion.”

“Like that helps me”, Ran mumbled.

He smiled. “Well, you can always cry and scream until you get what you want.” Ran leered at him and he laughed. “Okay, okay”, he said and came a little closer to touch her arm reassuring. “I will be there”, he promised. “And if needed, I'll talk to her.”

Ran smiled at him before she looked at her phone again. Okay, here we go, she thought and push the button before she raised the phone on her ear. Shinichi stepped back a little and Ran started to feel anxious. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea at all? Maybe they should have let this whole thing be… Maybe…

“Ran?!” was a sharp and worrying answer and it surprised her. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Hi, mom, everything is fine”, she answered and let out an awkward laugh. “Why wouldn’t I?”

There was a little pause. “Well, why should I assume that you’re okay?” she asked, and Ran felt something tightening on her chest. “You haven’t called a few weeks, just sending me messages that you are fine and all. And of course, some of your preparation”, she mentioned coldly, making Ran feel bad. “So of course, when I saw that you are calling, I thought that something terrible had happened to you.”

“I’m sorry, mom”, Ran said and meant it. “I didn’t mean to scare you or make you worried. I just… I…”

“Well, late for that”, her mother interrupted sharply. “I haven’t been anything else than worried about you as soon as you told me that you have gone on a trip with a stranger. How do you think I or your dad could have relax here since we don’t have any idea where you are or what that stranger had done to you or plan to do…”

“I send you every night a message that I’m fine”, Ran answered annoyed.

“Hah, you think that helps anything?” her mother laughed dryly. “How do I supposed to know that this stranger of yours hasn’t taken your phone and sent those to me?”

Ran rolled her eyes even though she knew that her mother wouldn’t see it. “Oh, and you should also know that after Shizuoka, I have kept my phone out from power just to make sure that you can’t call me or try to chase me down. How he would have opened it?”

“There are many ways to make people talk, Ran…”

“Come on, mom!” Ran shouted frustrated. She opened her mouth to defend Shinichi, but then she shut it. She closed her eyes to calm down. This wasn’t the reason why she called. She didn’t call just to fight and argue with her mother. And she also knew that if they both were angry, it wouldn’t help any of them.

Then she felt something on her shoulder. She opened her eyes, glanced up, and saw how Shinichi was there, calming her down, smiling encouragingly...

She needed to do this. She would do this. For him. For herself. For them.

She took a deep breath to calm herself before she showed him assuring smile.

“Listen, mom, I didn’t call you so that we could fight again”, Ran said. “I called you because I wanted to talk about my marriage…”

“Again?” her mother interrupted.

“Again”, Ran said determinedly. “Because I want you to cancel it.”

“Ran, I have told you…”

“And I have told you that I don’t want it”, she interrupted. “I have found someone else I want to marry, and he wants to marry me.”

“Ran, not this stranger thing again…”

“If this is about money, he can also do that”, Ran said. “I don’t care if he doesn’t, but if it’s so important to you, I believe he can give me all the support I need.”

“I have told you, I can’t decline this…”

“You don’t have to”, Ran answered. “I will do it.”

There was a heavy silence, which made Ran more nervous. She looked at Shinichi, who still managed to look like everything was fine, everything will work out, that everything would turn to their victory. Ran smiled. Yeah, they could do this… No, they can! They would succeed!

“Ran…” her mother sighed eventually.

“I’m serious, mom”, she assured her. “I’m going to meet that family when I come home, okay? And I talk to them and see the consequences. I will take responsibility…”

“I didn’t say that this is okay to me…”

“I don’t see why not”, Ran said. “You were the one who was ready to give me to some stranger…”

“But I know his parents, and because I know them, I’m pretty sure that they have a decent boy, not any kind of good-for-nothing guy…”

“Shinichi isn’t good-for-nothing, his…”

“And the other hand, we would have had a chance to meet this groom of yours if you just would have happened to stay at home”, her mother interrupted. “So, you can blame only for yourself if you call that man a stranger.”

“But I spend time with Shinichi, another stranger, got to know him, so… what is the difference? Why he can’t be my groom?”

Her mother sighed. Ran waited for her to say something, but she didn’t.

“Mom, if you only give him a chance…”

“I don’t know why I should give a chance to the man who bought my daughter’s trust…”

“He didn’t buy me”, Ran snapped. “Just please, meet him! He is a nice and decent guy, a gentleman… He has a job, actually, he is a known…”

“Ran…”

“Please, mom! Please…”

There was a silence. A heavy silence which Ran wanted to break but didn’t dare. She wanted to bury herself in Shinichi’s arms, hide her face and let him hear her mother’s answer instead. Seconds started to feel like an eternity.

“Let’s continue this conversation when you come home.”

Ran just stared in front of her. Did she hear it right? Did her mother really say that?

“Wh- what?”

“I said: Let’s continue this conversation when you get back home”, her mother repeated, sounding tired. “It’s late already and I’m tired. So, when you get back home, I promise, we talk about this.”

Ran felt a smile coming to her lips when she looked at Shinichi. She wanted to cry for happiness. God, she had done it! She made it! She made her mother listen, kind of won this round!

“Thank you, mom, thank you so much!” she laughed on the phone. God, she was so happy about this. “I can’t wait… There is so much I want to tell you”, she told her with excitement. “I can show you pictures and... And I also made new friends…”

“Can’t wait to hear about it”, her mother answered. “Let’s hear it when you come back home.”

“Yeah, yeah… I…” Ran took a deep breath to calm herself. God, she was so excited. This went much better than she even dared to hope for. “Good night, mom. I love you so much!”

“Love you too, good night.”

Ran lowered the phone and watched how the screen told her that the call was over. Then she looked up, met blue eyes and her smile only widened. Before she could stop herself, she let out a scream and jumped on him, wrapping her hand around his neck, making him take a few steps backward. “We did it!” She laughed and rubbed her cheek against his. “We did it, we did it!”

“You did it”, he corrected and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Told you that it can’t be impossible.”

“But I couldn’t have done it without you”, Ran said and loosened her grip on him, letting her feet touch the floor again. Yet she stayed close to him, looking at him, smiling… She felt something wet on her cheek.

“But I didn’t do anything”, he said and wiped her tears away with his fingers. “I just stood there and watched how two strong-willed women encountered and the younger one won. You did well by yourself, you didn’t need me at all.”

“But I saw you all the time and… and I knew that I need to fight back if… if I want to…” Then she let out a laugh and buried herself in his arms, rubbed her face against his shoulder before hiding it against his neck. “Well, she didn’t say yes, but this time she agreed to even think about it. She said that we would talk about it when I got back home…” She smiled against his neck and tightened her grip around him. She was so close to changing everything. And as soon as she got back, she would take Shinichi with her, making sure that her parents would meet this man, and after seeing him and getting to know him, Ran was pretty sure that her parents would accept it. And because she promised to handle her groom, her parents should have nothing to complain about. And since she would have Shinichi with her… “I have to admit, I can’t wait to get back to Tokyo…”

“Well”, Shinichi’s voice answered while his head leaned against hers, “I think I should buy tickets to the Tokyo for tomorrow night.”

Chapter 14

[imjeralee]

can you maybe write for Childe, Zhongli, Link, and Human!Revali where theyre immortal or live for a very long time, and one day their s/o gets hurt and dies in their arms? then years later they stumble across them again, theyre a different person but they have the same soul. yet.. they dont remember them right away...but then they fall in love again? im feeling angsty, apologies

Hi anon! thanks for the ask and sorry for the delay!! I’m afraid I wasn’t able to write a Link and Human!Revali headcanon for the time being (I will write and post Link and Revali HCs later, sorry!!!!!) but I was able to write something for Childe and Zhongli for now so here goes.

PS they’re really long so it’s below the cut. I might as well have written some fanfics on this since they’re pretty much stories XD

Childe: 

WARNINGS for violence/blood here -

When he’s dispatched the last of your attackers, he rushes back to your side and finds you lying on the ground. At first he thinks you’re playing as you usually tease each other, and so he drops beside you with a hefty sigh before he scoops you up and into his arms.

“Hey, you good? Don’t tell me those guys gave you a run for your money,” he says, grinning. He’s out of breath, sweating slightly.

When you don’t reply, however, at first he thinks you’re still teasing but it’s quickly replaced with concern. He knows something is wrong. You let out a pained moan and close your eyes, murmuring his name weakly. His playful, jovial attitude dissolves into panic. Childe sits up properly with you in his arms, giving you a little shake and asking what’s wrong.

As he turns you round in his arms, he notices you’re bleeding profusely from a grievous wound. No longer smiling, panic takes ahold of him. “What happened? No, no, no, this can’t be. This can’t be happening. Stay with me Y/N, stay with me.” Planting his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. “Look at me. That’s it. Just keep looking at me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He keeps chanting that over and over again as he glances around the area frantically before he attempts to lift you off the ground but you stop him. It’s too late.

Instead, you merely hold his hand firmly and he entwines your fingers together and you see the fear and despair in his eyes. You tell him you’re not going to make it but he shakes his head. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, you hear? Teucer’s waiting for you to take him to the seaside, remember? We were…we were meant to go to the seaside together.” 

As he speaks, he holds you tightly and he feels your laborious breathing against his chest and he keeps talking until you go still and quiet in his arms and he stops. At first, he can’t bear to bring himself to look at you and holds you firmly against his chest, resting his chin atop your head, closing his eyes. 

Then he begins to weep.

A broken man, Childe vows revenge, swearing vengeance on your killers. In a blind rage, he spends countless of years hunting them down one by one. It’s not hard to achieve considering he has all the time in the world. His most recent excursion leads him to the final ringleader who lives in a citadel. Childe kills all the guards and everyone else who stands in his way until he reaches his target. At first, the man fights him but Childe overpowers him easily.

“Who the hell are you?” the man screams.

Childe rips off his mask to reveal his face. “Remember me?” He snarls.

The man goes wide-eyed and tries to run away with Childe in pursuit, but before Childe can reach him, the man has grabbed a random person in his way and thrown them onto Childe’s path as a human shield.

“Father!?” Childe hears the person exclaiming in shock as they’re roughly shoved towards Childe’s direction. Childe realises the man has grabbed their kid to use as the human shield. 

Disgusted, Childe is about to deal the finishing blow until he catches them mid fall and their gazes meet; those eyes. They remind him of….you

And something deep inside him screams STOP! And Childe is briefly brought to a halt in his rampage. He doesn’t recognise them, but he feels your soul within.

What the frick? You had reincarnated into this bastard’s kid??? He’s shocked for a brief moment and a few guards who are still alive manage to sneak up on him. Childe returns to action mode and fights off his attackers, grabs you, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to kill his target, he escapes the citadel with you in his clutches and you’re left screaming for help.

You’ve been abducted by Childe and he’s taken you to the forest where he pins you against the tree and forces you to look at him, left and right, up and down. Whilst you plead and beg for mercy with your eyes squeezed shut and knees quaking, he lets go of you harshly. He doesn’t want to believe it’s you, but there’s no doubt about it. He senses your soul within. He recognises your eyes. You’ve reincarnated. 

“Show me.” He demands.

“…What?”

“Your birthmark. The one on your shoulder?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any-”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He turns you round and pulls on your shirt to expose the back of your shoulder where your birthmark is. Whilst you wonder how the hell he knows you have a mark, he lets go of you then and you quickly pull your clothes back on properly, face red. What the hell!!! 

Childe just staring at you in brief shock. 

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

A lot of emotions are going through him right now; he’s relived and so damn happy, at the same time he’s like confused and angry by the whole situation

But the first thing he does is hug you tightly.

And the first thing you do is grab the nearest rock and bludgeon his head with it.

He’s taken aback and lets go of you, stumbling backwards with a bleeding head but he easily shakes off your assault and throws the rock to the side and you’re terrified, inching away as he goes, “Did you think that would kill me? I’ll let you in a little secret; I’m immortal.” 

Not really sure who/what you’re dealing with, you flee but you hear him yelling, “You can run but you can’t hide!”

And as you toss a glance over your shoulder, he’s still standing there for a split second before he promptly vanishes from his spot. This weird cat and mouse game ensues with Childe stalking you through the forest and you’re either trying to run or hide until he finally catches you and pins you against the ground. You can’t escape.

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmurs, but you don’t believe him. “Just…stay with me for a few days, okay?”

It doesn’t matter; over the next few days, you’re effectively Childe’s prisoner and he seems to enjoy teasing you; he tried to talk to you but you refused and ignored him. It was quite difficult to do so especially when its time for dinner and he’s cooking grilled tiger fish - which is actually your favourite food - and although you’re salivating, he looks at you and grins and waves the grilled tiger fish on a stick in front of you, going, “Hungry?”

You turn away with a frown and he shrugs, “Suit yourself. But I know it’s your favourite.”

You’re confused and about to ask him, but you hear him eating and throw a glance at him to see he’s chomping down and your stomach rumbles. You choose to sleep instead to ignore the hunger but you wake up during the night, starving.

“Eat this,” says a voice, and a grilled tiger fish is plopped down in front of you and Childe is there, crouching by your side. He leaves you alone so you can eat.

You’re surprised by your captor’s behaviour and you initially hate him for what he’s done however he doesn’t harm you in any way. He doesn’t keep you tied up or anything and he’s quite entertained should you ever try to run away because he’ll always just catch up to you and just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder or something and carry you back. 

Your travels with Childe continues but you don’t get the feeling that he hates you or wants to hurt you in anyway. In fact, he keeps surprising you by providing you with your favourite food, favourite drinks and other stuff. It confuses you and though you want to ask him, you’re a little too afraid as to what he might just tell you. Some days you even come across him looking at you a little forlornly but just when you notice, he changes in a split second and will grin at you. Even when it’s nighttime and you’re meant to take a bath, he won’t perv on you. When you arrive at the next village, he asks for a nice room for the two of you and allows you to take the bed, eat as much as you want etc etc. In fact, he’s….taking care of you. He even starts buying you things and whilst you turn down everything he offers, you see his expression crumble and you don’t know what he’s trying to do.

One night he sleeps in the open and you grab a knife, about to drive it in his throat although you’re not sure how much good that’ll do but then you hear him murmur, “You don’t know it…but I’ve been looking for you forever…and I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time… and you end up being the kid of that bastard…the one who killed you, the one who took you away from me….the one who started all this in the first place…”

Confused by what you had just heard, you watch him in steely silence before you slowly lower your hand and put away the knife. The next day he goes “I know what you were trying to do last night. Why didn’t you do it?” 

“I didn’t want to. I’m not a killer like you.” You quip back, but he merely laughs. 

The days continue but the dynamic seems to have changed; when Childe gets you something, you start thanking him and he goes red in the face and you also begin to feel weird around him. Before long, you’re both having food together, having some conversations and you’re accustomed to travelling around with him. He’ll always keep you safe and make sure you have a warm bed each night too. Sometimes when he looks at you, you don’t look away either.

Before long, your father’s men finally catches up; they begin to hunt you and Childe down and you’re stunned when you realised you’re about to get rescued. Something terrible flickers in your mind - maybe you don’t want to be rescued and you want to stay with Childe? After all, he’s taken you to so many places and you’ve seen so many things. Your father kept you cooped up in the citadel for years and this is really the first time you’ve experienced freedom.

Also, you don’t want Childe to get caught. You want him to run away. But he won’t run away without you. And when you question this, he goes, “I can’t afford to lose you again!!”

During the chase, a bunch of arrows are fired towards your direction and you’re worried about Childe, but when the arrows are about to hit you, you squeeze your eyes shut but nothing happens. Reopening your eyes, you see Childe has shield you with his body.

You’re surrounded and as Childe falls, collapsing into your arms, he’s quickly captured and you are returned home. But everything feels boring and dull now, and your father seems more occupied in torturing Childe than checking to see if you’re alright. You ask your father what happened between him and Childe and he tells you he killed his lover many years ago and now Childe has been seeking revenge. When you ask him why he killed Childe’s lover, your father just laughs and says there was no reason.

You’re conflicted. What is this? Why do you feel pity for Childe, and anger towards your father? Why do you feel you are more on Childe’s side now?

I’m in love with him, you realise -- much to your shock. 

Your father announces Childe will be executed by dawn and you hastily rush to where they’re holding him, hoping not to be seen. When you find Childe, he’s badly beaten but still alive and you quickly unshackle him and as he sees you freeing him, he smiles at you; when the last of his shackle is unlocked, he falls forwards but you catch him and your gazes meet.

“Go,” you whisper.

“Not without you. Come with me.” He murmurs, placing a hand to your cheek. “I can’t lose you again.”

You don’t even need to think twice, nodding.

Zhongli

He didn’t think you would ever die... and in his arms no less. He found you after the battle and when he saw that you were grievously wounded, he could not believe his eyes. He was too late and unable to save you, so he merely held you in his arms as you told him with weak breaths that this was the end. He promises that he’ll find you again and holds you tightly as he feels your warmth slowly disappearing, the life escaping from your eyes and then you were simply…gone

For a while, he merely sat with you in the ashen field, cradling you tightly to his chest before he picked you up and retreated silently. No one would see him for several centuries following that but it was rumoured he went to the mountains to bury you. He was in mourning.

Zhongli never forgot you and his love for you never went away so he’s comforted by the fact that your soul will be reincarnated albeit into a different vessel and as he promised, begins to search for your whereabouts when it’s finally time.

He roams the world to no end and many decades pass. Eventually he gets tired and one day he even passes out from exhaustion, reverting to a dragon form to recuperate.

And you’re walking home from the mountains and you come across this huge dragon resting on a rock and you’re like oh my archon. But it looks like he’s sick so as you approach nervously and poke at his body gently with a stick (no response), and also press your ear against his scaly belly (he’s breathing and you can hear a heartbeat), you’re aware the dragon is still alive. You quickly rush home to grab some makeshift medicine made from herbs and return to the sick dragon

Zhongli too weary to open his eyes or lift his head, and as he drifts in and out of consciousness, he thinks he hears your voice and he’s comforted by the familiarity and as you sit with him, stroking his horns and mane, he kind of inches towards you and into your arms. As the day progresses, the sun is particularly harsh so you set up little parasols and pull huge leaves over his head to provide as much shade as possible. Occasionally the dragon has nightmares but you’re able to calm him down by petting him 

When it gets dark, you need to head home but you’re a little reluctant, so you leave behind some food for him and drape a blanket over his body (though this doesn’t cover him much). However, during the night, it’s thunder and lightning and you get worried for the dragon so you rush back out and you find the dragon being battered by the rain whilst curled up into a tight ball and shivering under the blanket so you quickly try to move him but oh lawd he heavy and suddenly the blanket gets blown away by the wind when he lifts a claw so you race after it and end up almost falling off a cliff - to your surprise, the dragon swoops down to save you and you faint but before you black out, you think you see a young man in the dragon’s place, staring at you with much intrigue

He has the same eyes as the dragon

That night, you have strange dreams of that man. He acts as if he knows you, calls you by a different name and you are also his lover. The dream is long, but ends with your demise - which forces you to wake up in a panic

You’re surrounded by the coiled up dragon who has gotten better from your care but when he wakes up, he’s cautious and observes you for a few moments. 

You and this dragon staring at each other until you slowly reach a hand to touch him 

Your hand lands over his snout and you’re surprised he’s allowing you to pat him, but whatever, you’re super happy at his recovery and you can go home now. It’s time to part ways and as you head towards the direction of your home, you throw glances over your shoulder to see the dragon watching you silently

On the way, you think about the dragon and the strange dreams and attract the attention of a group of treasure hoarders who are wandering around the wilderness. However, to your surprise, you are saved by a young man - and it’s the very man from your dreams! He manages to defeat the bandits but you see he’s hurt and he almost collapses if you weren’t there to catch him. The moment he landed in your arms and that same sense of familiarity swept over you. You’re quick enough to react and sweep those thoughts away and bring the poor man home, lugging his polearm over your back along with your basket

You look after this young man and nurse him back to health. During this time, he looks at you strangely and when he’s sleeping, his calls out the name you were called in the dream. When you think he’s having a nightmare and you go over to check if he’s ok, giving him a little shake on the arm, he throws his arms around you and holds you close, begging you not to leave him and that he had spent eons looking for you. When you tell him he’s got the wrong person…it’s as though he comes to his senses and he quickly releases you, apologising for his behaviour and thanking you for his hospitality

He tells you his name is Zhongli and because he’s injured, you give him the spare room in the back and take care of him. During this period of interaction, at first it’s quite strange and maybe a little awkward, because hell he is an insanely attractive man (he can’t be single, no way) and you’re bustling around the house, doing chores/cleaning up or tending to your garden and he watches you the entire time and this goes on for a few days before he joins in to help when you’re hanging up the laundry though you don’t want him to help because he’s injured but he assures you he wants to do his part. 

So Zhongli becomes a part of your everyday life where during the day and you both have breakfast together before you head to the market together to buy groceries and later, he accompanies you to pick herbs in the mountain. 

One day you’re tired so he sits with you and massages your leg and you’re so embarrassed but at the same time, your heart is beating like crazy. He even carries you down the steep path all the way home. 

At night time and you sit together on the front porch watching fireflies and chatting idly for hours. 

He ends up staying for a long time and one day, when it’s time to redress his wound, you notice he’s completely healed - and it looks like he actually healed up a while ago. You blink in confusion before turning to him and he looks at you before he reaches for your hand and holds it firmly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand

A distant memory, more like deja vu, flickers through your mind and you realise Zhongli has held your hand like this before and you run out of the room, confused. Zhongli worried he scared you off so he doesn’t pursue you

When it’s night, you dream again but it’s becoming so vivid you end up confused the next morning, waking up in an unfamiliar house and in an unfamiliar body and screaming for Zhongli. As you calm down, he holds you in his arms and it reminds you of the dream you had when you died in his embrace. You briefly forget yourself for a moment before murmuring Zhongli’s name - and it reminds him of how you used to say his name eons ago and he gets sentimental, giving in because he knows you are the reincarnation of his lover and when you kiss, that’s when everything floods back and you remember everything 

Finally reunited with your lover, you share an embrace, determined not to be separated ever again

[aceofwhump]

First off, I'm totally okay with you replying and posting my asks, because you're always so helpful and super detailed in your answers that I'm sure other people will find helpful too, so I don't mind being the naive, uneducated guinea pig to ask the stupid questions. X)

Okay, your reply actually made me tear up. Guess it's my emotional week, haha. Thank you so much for saying those things; my god it feels so good to hear that maybe I'm not weird, and to know that other people feel this way too and like these things and don't judge me for my preferences.

My whumping started as a kid too, with good ol' Teen Titans. It was the first time I had ever seen the show, and the first scene that I saw was Robin falling through the ground and presumed dead; the whumperflies hit me hard and I had no idea what the feeling was, and I just thought "Wow this is a good show." Since then I had always used my bed time to imagine whumpy scenes; sometimes I'd even go to bed early just to do it before I was too tired to think. But that feeling that I had really scared me, I thought I was a bad person this whole time, or a creepy child. I can't believe other children did this too, it's so relieving to hear.

Dude, I'm literally watching B99 right now and that episode where Jake breaks his ribs but still wants to go after the guy and keeps ignoring Terry's orders to rest is just chef's kiss. I also love Cardcaptor Sakura so that's awesome too!

Whump is so scary to even think about when I'm around people because what if they suddenly saw into my head and were completely weirded out? I kind of hate watching things with people because of that. And that makes me feel lonely, because I still like watching shows with my family but I always have that in the back of my mind. And what if a whump scene comes up and then I see how they react to it adversely and I feel bad for secretly relishing in it?

I read the post you linked, and one statement jumped out at me: "A lot of us are asexual too and I think whump gives us similar feelings to arousal without it being sexual. (at least for me it does)" so if it's okay with you, may I ask you to elaborate? I think that's me but I also don't want to assume if I'm interpretting it incorrectly. I don't know much about asexuality and I know even less about arousal so I could be totally wrong in thinking that's me, but I don't know how else to describe why I like whump.

Okay I have seriously become obsessed with Jason Ritter so if you or anyone else wants to squeal about him PLEEEEEEEEASE let me know because I have NO ONE to talk to about this man and it's seriously driving me crazy. I need all the whump for him! I've watched everything he's ever been in by now and his whump is sooooo little. DX But he has a good scene of whump in 'The Long Road Home' where he gets shot but still pushes himself and it's soooo good, but there's no aftermath for it and it suuuuucks. Still, I watch that scene over and over like a freak (ever seen 'Death Becomes Her'? I'm Goldie Hawn rewinding Meryl Streep's death scene over and over again. XD) Plus there's his whump in Raising Dion which is great too but they completely invalidate it with the twist and that's really annoying. X( God I could go on and on I'm sorry I'll shut up now.

Hi again! So sorry for the delayed response! Anyway, yay! I'm so glad it was helpful and that it was okay to post my response! I don't want you to feel to comfortable or anything. If you wanted things to be private I'm more than happy to do that. I'm glad you've found my responses helpful and I promise you you do not ask stupid questions at all 😊 ❤❤❤ I'm so glad I could be of help! You are definitely not alone. You're among friends here for sure! No judgement at all!

Teen Titans is great! That's a great show to first find out you like whump! Robin whump (for any Robin) is good whump 👍 Omg yes I had no idea other kids did it either until I found this community. Its soooo common! You're definitely not alone in doing that and you're definitely not a bad person for it! And I looove that episode of Brooklyn so much. It's THE BEST! I also like the episode where he got shot by Amy. Good stuff 👍 Jason Ritter is amazing!!! I still have a lot of his work I haven't seen but he is such an underrated whump actor!!! I think I first fell for him when i watched Kevin Probably Saves the World (and then i got very sad wehn it was cancelled after a season) but he's so good in The Long Road Home and Raising Dion which I haven't actually watched yet but whumpypepsigal made some great gifs of his whump in it and i looooove it. And oh my god his whump in The Event is SO GOOD I DIED!!!! I so want more Jason Ritter whump in my life.

Okay I 100% understand that feeling when watching shows with family. There is only one person in my real who knows that I like whump and that's my sister and she has been sworn to secrecy. I'm terrified of the day I slip up or she slips up and let my mom know what I actually like in my media because she would never ever understand it. I try very hard not to smile too much during whump scenes when I'm watching with people and I don't tell anyone what kind of fics I read or why certain episodes are my favorite. I love my family but they wouldn't get it. Especially my mom. She'd probably send me to therapy lol. I don't feel bad for enjoying what I enjoy anymore but I don't feel like trying to explain it to them ya know? So yes I understand completely and I think a lot of others here would as well. I wish I could offer some advice but I think we're in the same boat on this ❤ At least you can come here if you ever want to talk about your favorite whumps! That is just one of the many great things about having this community. When we can't show it in our real life, we can always come on here and chat with people who get it.

Okay the asexual attraction whumperflies comment. Yes. I would be more than happy to elaborate on that! It's a little hard to explain because I don't fully understand it myself and it's just kind of a theory I have about myself but I shall take a stab at it lol. So I'm asexual and that means i don't feel sexual attraction. At all. Don't know what that's like. But the feelings and sensations I experience when seeing good whump is similar to when I feel arousal (which is different from attraction by the way! Arousal can happen for a variety a reasons without the need of sexual attraction) and it's also very similar to what I've been told is sexual attraction but since I don't actually know what sexual attraction feels like I can't confirm that but I can describe what I experience. So when I find good whump I get flushed, my heart rate accelerates, I get a sort of clenching feeling in my genitals (tmi sorry), and sometimes my chest tightens. But those feelings for me are not at all associated with sex or anything related to sex. For some people it is but for me all those feelings mean to me is that the whump is good. I still have no desire to have sex and this isn't sexual to me at all. Funny enough I don't even think it has anything to do with the actor or character. It more so has to do with the visual or the sounds or the actions. Hence why sooo many characters and actors become my whumpees. So it's weird but my whumperflies and are like my ace version of what allos feel when they feel sexual attraction. I think? Like I said it's really hard to explain well. And this is just what I feel/think about it. I'm not speaking for anyone else. Did that even make sense?

[chocolate-parfait]

Yay, askbox is open! I hope that means requests too, if not please ignore this and sorry. But could I request another angst? Could I please ask for headcannons for Dazai (and the others could be either Theo, Vincent, Leo, Comte, Will or Arthot, you can choose two, 'cause I can't XD) who find their S/Os suicide note? You can take it wherever you want from there. Thank you so much, love your works <3 Have a grwat day!

Hi @robin-the-enby !! I'm happy to see you in my inbox again, and although this took me embarrassingly long (my procrastination tendencies and school got the better of me :,)), I'm more than happy to provide something that will help with your coping! Despite it all, I hope that you'll get better soon and hang on a while longer. I'm sure this prolonged pandemic has had negative effects on most people's mental health, but remember that we'll get through this in one way or the other! Stay strong and keep fighting, if it gets too much don't hesitate to take a break and go easy on yourself❤

Halfway through I realized I was writing scenarios instead of simple headcanons ,, I was too engrossed in writing to realize it oops 🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️

Finding MC'S suicide note - Ikevamp headcanons (Dazai, Arthur & Leonardo)

(TW; suicide / mentions of self-harm / major character death / blood)

(CW; slight and inaccurate spoilers for Dazai's past)

For those who'd like to avoid specific contents, this is what I wrote for each suitor:

Dazai - MC is unconscious and bleeding, I didn't specify whether they survive or not

Arthur - MC is stopped before they can do anything, survives

Leonardo - MC isn't stopped in time, dies

Dazai

It was as if history was repeating itself. The message, the bloodied sheets and the unconscious body. The only different thing was perhaps.... him. It was a him that had experienced true happiness, a him that had learned forgiveness, a him that knew better than retort to suicide as a way of repentance. And yet... was it not enough? Dazai's mind swirled with the pungent thoughts of his own fate as he ran with your body in his arms. He ran, and ran, and ran, passing by a seemingly endless succession of hallways and wooden doors.

Never before did he wish your room was closer to Arthur's, as he felt your body grow colder and his clothes dampen with blood with each step forward. And yet the stars that were now adorning the night sky's black cape, seemed to be offering their compassion to him, for when Dazai burst into the writer's room he saw him sitting at his desk, completely sober and still functioning in the middle of the night.

Arthur slightly turned in his chair, and as he was about to comment with displeasure how rude it was of the man to come into his room completely unannounced, his mouth was left agape and eyes wide open, wordlessly staring at your limp and seemingly unmoving body as the smell of blood hit his nostrils in mere seconds.

"What in the Heavens happened-?!" Arthur abruptly stood up, leaving his half-finished manuscript forgotten on the table, rushing closer to check your pulse. The two novelists had never liked each other, a difference in life choices maybe, but it surely was not a hate that could surpass even the most perilous of situations, particularly because you were an outsider to their rivalry. As such, Arthur did not hesitate to put to good use all his medical knowledge, carefully rushing through every step to avoid the worst.

Seconds slowly transformed into hours, although Dazai was convinced time had stopped ever since the moment he had found you on your bed, utterly frozen in a state of unconsciousness with a crumpled letter of apologies laying on the bloodied sheets. The only thing that perhaps gave him the slightest hint to time’s passing was the way he could feel the blood on his chest and hands grow drier as the night morphed into the day.

As the first rays of light poked from behind the thick curtain of the doctor’s room, Dazai sat by his bed, right next to you, silent and outwardly calm, although dazed in the raging storm inside his heart.

Perhaps this was what Destiny itself had decided for him. Perhaps it was wrong of him to blame casualty instead of himself. His old, stupid self, who hadn’t learnt a single thing from past mistakes. But as his fellow vampire’s warm hand came to rest on his shoulder, Dazai decided to delay all judgment about his negligence until the Gods determined your fate.

Arthur

Staring at the familiar handwriting, Arthur felt his whole body grow numb, as if someone had thrown him in the darkest depths of the ocean, leaving him to suffocate under the overwhelming weight of the waters above.

He had noticed the worsening of your symptoms, but he had never imagined you'd go to these lengths. He had gravely underestimated your condition, and he could already hear the old ghosts of his past laughing at him, pointing their fingers while mocking him. But now, he had no time to worry about his own lack of foresight; his priority was getting to you in time, so that all could be fixed, hopefully.

Scanning the writing on your tear-stained note, his brain started listing all the possible places where you could've gone with a speed that would leave speechless even Sherlock Holmes himself. The writing was hurried and scrambled, meaning that it was a sudden decision. The city was too far away and bustling with people that could interfere, so it was an unlikely location. As he was running around the mansion in search of you, he passed in front of the terrace on the last floor; there, he saw your clothes swirling in the wind, and your figure standing on the stone railing.

He almost crashed against the glass door as he launched himself forward with extreme speed. You were there, looking down and slightly trembling. You were scared, as it was normal, but if death frightened you so, then what pain would be so strong to push you in its embrace? To drive you away from his warm arms and into the eternal darkness? Was such a painful experience worth the possible relief?

"MC!!!" Arthur shouted out of instinct with his whole lungs, like a volcano erupting in all its fury. A few steps later and you were falling backwards, your back colliding with his chest as he harshly pulled you to him. It all happened so fast that you didn't even have the time to turn your head and look at him. Now that you were on the ground, safely locked in his embrace, everything slowly sank in.

His voice came out choked and trembling. "W-what were you thinking-?!" He was trying so hard to hold everything back; the tears, the sobs, the anger in his voice. He was angry at himself, and you were not the target of his resentment, but he realized that it could be easily misunderstood by someone in your situation. Taking a deep breath and turning you around, he stared deeply into your pained eyes, softening his iron-like grip on your forearms.

His voice now steadier yet gentle with affection and worry added:"Love, I'm sorry for not noticing all of this sooner. I'm sorry for not helping you enough. Still, I want to be of some use to you, I want to be there for you.” A sharp breath interrupted his speech, maybe from him, you or perhaps both of you. “…So please, please rely on me; whenever you feel like you can't do it anymore, whenever you feel like you have enough of life, give me the chance to help you."

Seconds later, you burst into tears, sobbing confused "I'm sorry"s in the crook of his neck. Arthur slowly caressed your hair soothingly, as his heart continued to painfully hammer against his chest. He knew this was not going to be an easy nor a short journey; it was going to take time, and it would be hard, but he wouldn't give up on you no matter what. Through thick and thin, the way you did for him, he was going to support you the whole way.

"I love you more than anything in the world, MC." he added at last, hugging you tightly.

Leonardo

The deafening sound of crickets did not reach the man’s ears. He couldn’t hear anything but the fast pumping of his own blood in his veins. A heartbeat that had never and would never stop; stronger than anyone else’s, but also alone. The sound of his heart was utterly lonely, the only one under the white gazebo, now shrouded in the darkness of the night.

How much he would give not to hear it anymore, to put an end to it right then and there. But he couldn’t. And as Fate loved torturing him endlessly, he was now once more deprived of a person he loved. But this time was different than the countless others before. He thought he had gotten used to the company offered by Death herself, and it had been long ever since tears burned within his eyes, as if made of fire.

Between his arms laid a lifeless body, utterly still and deprived of any warmth. It seemed like mere moments had passed when Leonardo was contentedly caressing your hair as a tired yet relaxed sigh fell from a pair crimson lips, which whispered some loving words before blooming into a smile. Now, they were pale and slightly agape, a cold frown sculpted onto the body’s face. Perhaps he had gotten so used to the passage of time that he did not pay it more mind. Perhaps all his memories took place too long ago, and perhaps things had changed considerably from those happy moments you shared.

Leonardo’s expression subconsciously mimicked your own, one that would remain in his mind for who knows how long, and he did not dare to move away, sitting there with you for the very last moments of his eternally long life. He tried not to think about the way his heart lurched in his chest like a ship at sea during a storm when he found your note. Your handwriting, calm and precise as if it was a decision you had made long ago; where was his mind wandering off to while you were deciding to seal your own fate?

Silently strangling all those whirling thoughts in his head until they died down, leaving him in a deathly silence, he lovingly bid you farewell with a final kiss to your lips.

“Hopefully, we’ll meet in another life.”

“Next time, I won’t let this happen again”

Suffering was human, but he had learnt all too well how contagious pain could be. And yet, he now found himself isolated in his grievance, for you weren’t with him anymore.

[mobagehelllocal]

“do you even lift bro?” ver iii - leech twins, jamil, epel, rook and lilia

Your headcanons for the fem reader bridal carrying the guys were GOLD! Can I request the same for Lilia, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Divus, Epel and Rook? Thank you! -- from @shenanigansposts

A/N: It’s here! It’s back! It’s “do you even lift bro?”! Honestly, I’m still stunned at the response this series gets xD anyways. I’m sorry I’ve gotten slower on updates, but I don’t want to write with any negativity in my heart. I want to enjoy writing, because otherwise I know my pieces will show that. Creative works truly reflect the mood of the writer, so I try to always be in my happy place when I write so that these can be fun! ^^ 

Please do enjoy!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (dire, divus, ashton), ver iii (this)

--

Jade’s head jerked up as you rushed into the infirmary.

“Jade! Are you okay?” you scrambled over to him in worry.

“Hello flower.” he greeted, quite cheerful, despite the fact that his ankle was in a cast. “I’m quite well really.”

You shot a look at his ankle--before you turned to the school nurse. The school nurse gave you a patient smile as they explained what happened. 

“He didn’t break anything. He just twisted it from climbing that mountain today...” The nurse eyed your lover. “in search of mushrooms.”

“I was very successful.” Jade nodded sagely. “Mostro Lounge’s menu will be full with them. Flower, I insist you try them.” You tried to give him a stern look, but his genuine appreciation for mushrooms (of all things! mushrooms!) caused your lips twitch up into a smile.

“So does this mean he doesn’t need to stay in the infirmary?” 

“He doesn’t.” the nurse confirmed. “Unfortunately we currently don’t have any crutches, and Mr. Leech is adamant about not flying--if you could call his brother perhaps? Or Mr. Ashengrotto.” the nurse suggested.

“It’s fine, I can handle it.” you waved a dismissive hand. The nurse arched a brow, and Jade shot you a curious glance--mind finally off mushrooms. 

“Just... make sure he doesn’t put any pressure on his foot.” The nurse said, “we’ll be sending crutches over to his dorm by tonight... or tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I can write you a slip that will allow you to skip some of your morning classes.”

The nurse quickly filled up a form, and you stopped in front of Jade. Your boyfriend eyed you in interest.

“How are you planning on helping me, flower? Floyd or Azul...” 

“It’s fine.” you said dismissively again. “I’ll show you in a bit.” The nurse handed you the note, and you easily leaned forward, and slipped it into Jade’s pocket. (”Don’t lose that!” “Yes, madam~” he had chuckled, and you flushed.) You huffed, and before he could even blink--you easily pulled him up into your arms bridal style. Jade’s eyes widened, and the nurse shrieked in surprise.

“Wait! Put him down!” the nurse squeaked.

“Oh it’s fine. Jade’s actually pretty light.” you shrugged, and with a glance the nurse did notice that you showed no signs of strain. 

“If you’re sure.” the nurse said, flustered.

“Yup. Thank you so much!” you shot the nurse a smile. The nurse went to open the door for you as you left the infirmary with a baffled Jade in your arms.

You turned your head, to see an uncharacteristically surprised expression on Jade’s face. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly agape.

“I didn’t break you, right?” you asked, and he finally blinked. 

“Aa. I just... did not expect you to be this strong, flower.” Jade finally said, his lips curled into a pleasant grin. “I had a general idea since you were always so willing to do the heavy lifting... Have you always been this strong?”

“Yeah.” you shrugged. “People often told me it was unattractive for a girl though. Said something about how it wasn’t cute.” you huffed. “I worried about it before but... I’m learning to accept it about myself.” 

Jade tilted his head, and he raised a hand to cup your cheek gently. His hand moved, and curled under your chin to make your eyes meet his own. 

“I think it’s very attractive.” you flushed, and Jade chuckled lowly. “Everyday I’ve been finding new things to love about you. This one is most definitely today’s ‘new thing’~” You could feel your face heat up even further.

“I--you’re unfair as ever Jade.” you sighed, and he shot you a pleased grin. 

“I’ll make it up with some mushroom risotto.” 

“You’ll have to tell me how to make it. I can’t make you cook in this state.” 

“I injured my ankle, not my hands.” Jade raised a fine brow.

“Yeah but... Let me pamper you.” your voice grew quiet. “Let me do it this time.” Jade laughed gently.

“Very well, milady.” 

-

“WAHAHAHAH! JADE! PFFFT!” 

“What happened Jade--wait, Floyd! Don’t jump--” 

CRASH.

--

“[Surname]!” you flinched, and turned around. You blinked in surprise as you see Professor Crewel stride up to you whilst he gritted his teeth. 

“What did you do?” Ace whispered. You furrowed your brow and shrugged your shoulders. Nothing came to mind.

“Puppy, you get along with Mr. Floyd Leech, do you not?” 

“I mean... Yeah?” you tilted your head, unsure where this was going.

“Good.” he exhaled. “Get him out of my classroom.” 

“Huh?”

-

“Floyd... please...” 

“Don’t wanna.” His voice was muffled because he had buried his face into his arms. He was seated in the center of the room, curled up. Crewel had pointed at him accusingly, then pointedly at you, before he turned away with a huff.

“Get him out of there before the next class, little puppy... or else...” he had twirled his baton in hand, and uninterested in experiencing whatever Crewel had in mind, you had chosen to speak to Floyd.

“Come on Floyd, please? Let’s go back to your dorm. You could just... sul--rest on your bed instead.” you tried to be gentle as you pulled on the much taller boy’s sleeve.

“You’ll hafta carry me out.” he said--stubborn as ever when he was in one of his moods. Since he couldn’t see your face, you exaggerated your eye roll.

“Fine.” 

Floyd twitched in interest, and shifted his head just a fraction to see you draw close. With surprising strength, you yanked him upright, then swooped him up into your arms--bridal style.

It look a second for what was going on to register in Floyd’s mind, but when it did, he began to flop in your arms. It felt a lot like holding an incredibly huge, and slippery... well... eel? You snickered at your own thought as you tightened your hold on Floyd’s body.

“SHRIMPY!” he wrapped his arms around your neck in excitement, “Shrimpy! You’re carrying me! Look! You’re carrying me!”

“Floyd... I know... I am carrying you.” you said, amused, “don’t move too much because if you accidentally hit me, I’m going to drop you.” At that he calmed down. However, he did not stop his cheerful hum, as he swung his legs in the air. 

You couldn’t help but think how adorable Floyd was in your arms. 

And you were also very pleased that you had easily cheered him up with carrying him like this. 

(You couldn’t say the same for most of the Night Raven College students though.

Floyd, as himself was dangerous enough. 

Floyd, when defending you? He was even worse.

Now they find out that the person everyone assumed was Floyd’s weakness was actually insanely strong enough to bridal carry a 191 centimetre tall menace?

‘Monsters, both of them.’ was the terrified thought of every single NRC student who pressed themselves up against the walls at the sight of you strutting about with Floyd in your arms, barely winded.)

“Shrimpy...” he looked at you with glowing eyes--and your heart felt at ease as you see that Floyd was no longer feeling upset. “How are you carrying me?”

“I’ve always been strong.” you shrugged. 

“You never told me though.” Floyd looked like he wilted at the thought and you couldn’t help but rush to assure him.

“It’s sort of like... when you had to explain magic to me. It’s difficult to explain something you’ve always known you had.” Floyd tilted his head at your response, eyes glimmered briefly in understanding. Floyd had always been smarter than people gave him credit for.

“So, how much more do you think you can carry?” 

“Well I don’t know about that but I can...” you told him how much you were able to lug around back in your world, and a mischievous glow entered Floyd’s eyes.

“I’m not entertaining it.”

“Awww, but shrimpy! It will be worth it!” he pouted, and heart struck by how adorable he looked, you sighed.

“Alright, I’ll hear you out.” 

“Hey, do you think you could carry Jade and I on either of your shoulders?” You paused, and looked at him in a contemplative manner.

-

“What in Atlantis, are you doing?” Azul’s shriek pierced the air. 

“Oh... oh my.” 

“Wahaha! Shrimpy quick! Pick up Azul too!” 

--

Just as you were about to call out to Jamil, you noticed that his movements weren’t as smooth as it usually was--nor did they have Jamil’s typical grace. You frowned at that.

Jamil had the habit of overworking himself. 

You were worried that he had done so--again.

-

Jamil raised a hand to his head, and sighed. His head pounded--a reminder that he hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. 

He was lucky that he had enough control of himself that none of the teachers noticed the way his attention slipped. 

No one ever noticed.

Jamil had done his job well--he was ‘normal’ enough in the eyes of his professors and peers that his slightest missteps, and delayed answers were just a part of his ‘regular’ behavior. 

‘I’ll have to convince Kalim to sleep earlier tonight if I want to perform at my one-hundred percent best tomorrow.’ he raised a hand to his temple, and massaged it. His eyes fluttered close as he pressed his knuckles against his forehead--alleviating the irritating feeling even for a little while. 

“--are you okay?”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, and he instinctively gave you a small smile.

“Ah, [Name].” he nodded his head, “just a slight headache really.” 

“It doesn’t look like a slight headache.” you peered at him thoughtfully. He gazed back at you, confused--did you--?

“Alright, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” you suddenly decided, and Jamil’s eyebrows raised in response. 

“You--I’m fine, [Name].” he let out a soft chuckle. “There’s no need to worry.”

“You aren’t walking like you normally do.” he froze at your observation. “And you keep touching your head too.” you bit your lip, and the worry on your expression made Jamil’s heart skip a beat. “I’m worried Jamil.” 

You--you noticed.

You--you paid attention... to him. 

“You... noticed?” In his surprise, those words slipped out of Jamil’s mouth. You looked at him, and frowned.

“Of course I did--I.. I’m always looking out for you. Now let me take you to the infirmary.” You said firmly. Jamil stared at you--a little dazed, he’s not sure if it’s because he was genuinely not feeling well--or if he was stunned that you had chosen to look out for how he felt.

His feelings had always been second, if not disregarded so--

To know that you were concerned about how he felt... 

It felt...

It felt... good.

When you pulled him into a bridal carry, it pulled him out of his stupor, and he flinched in your arms.

“What the... why are... how are you carrying me?” Jamil--speechless--now wasn’t that a sight to see? He always seemed so prepared, calm, and ready for anything Kalim threw his way. Yet for once, you’ve surprised him--so much so that he showed you such an unguarded expression. Eyes wide, and mouth hung open. You couldn’t help but giggle at it. 

“I’m carrying you because if I don’t physically take you to the infirmary, you won’t go.” you paused, “and I can carry you because I’m just that strong.” 

“That is...” his dazed expression sharpened, “please put me down. I can take care of myself.” 

“No way Jamil, you’re terrible at caring for yourself.” you huffed in response, “so as your girlfriend, it’s my job to carry for you.” He twitched, one of his hands instinctively grabbed for his hood--you could see the slightest red on his cheeks, and that’s enough for you to grin goofily. 

“You always take care of us, Jamil.” you added, “let me take care of you for once.” His flush darkened, and he did his best to hide his face--but unfortunately for him--well, he was in your arms. 

You had a perfect view of his true feelings. 

“Sorcerer...” he cursed softly in embarrassment. 

You had a way with pushing past his defenses with that adorable expression of yours.

“Fine.” he said, grudgingly. “but Kalim better not see... this.” 

“I’ll do my best.” you said, as solemn as possible, despite the wide grin that grew on your face. Jamil pulled up his hood and turned away from your face (as much as possible while in your arms). You tightened your hold on him briefly.

You hoped he understood what you wanted to say--

That you cared about how he felt--and that you always would. 

-

There’s a dramatic gasp from somewhere behind you, and Jamil twitched.

“OH NO! JAMIL! WHAT HAPPENED!” 

Jamil sighed, and sagged in your arms.

“I’m unconscious.”

“Sure, love.” 

--

“Alright, since you all have a pretty good grasp on how to fly, you’re free to do what you want.” Professor Vargas grinned at the elated cheers of his students. “Just don’t get too close to the school or else Professor Trein will have my hide...” 

Epel peered at you.

“You can ride with me if you want.” he offered, but you shook your head.

“We haven’t tackled double riding yet.” you said, and you nervously looked down. “and I prefer my feet on the ground until then.” 

Because you didn’t have magic, and you refused to trust Grim with a broom--you managed to convince Crowley to write Vargas that you weren’t allowed to participate in Flying classes.

That didn’t stop Grim from attempting chaos with Ace and Deuce though.

“If you’re sure.” Epel frowned, “It’s very fun [Name].”

“Yup, I’m sure. Maybe next time? I’ll cheer you on though.” 

That’s how Epel found himself high up in the sky. When he looked down, you immediately noticed and waved up at him enthusiastically. He gave a brief wave back, before he began to play around in the sky. He did quick, full loops that made him laugh in exhilaration. He played around, and tested to see if he could do some tricks from some videos he saw on the MagiCam...

On your end, you couldn’t help but just smile fondly at the way Epel laughed and enjoyed himself in the sky. You felt a little envious--who wouldn’t? While it was sad that you were the only one in the whole school who couldn’t do magic--it was another thing all together when you see Epel smile. 

His smile made all of your negative feelings melt away.

You could content yourself with watching him enjoy himself in the sky. 

‘If I told him he was cute, he would get furious with me.’ you sighed, but you smile anyways, ‘it’s still one of the things I adore about him.’ Your eyes wandered away from Epel as you saw a bunch of your other roughhousing with each other. 

‘Geez...’ You turned your head to Professor Vargas who wasn’t paying attention to the sky. “Professor Vargas.” 

“Hm?” he looked up, only to pale immediately. “Student falling!” You turned your head, and you expected to see the students messing with each other but--

It’s Epel!

You bolted upright. 

One second, Epel was doing tricks in the air--and in the next--he was promptly pushed off his broom. In his surprise, he didn’t even try to grasp at his broom. 

‘Ah, shit.’ 

Epel swore internally. 

“Epel!” He twisted his head in your direction and realized you were running toward him frantically. He panicked as you readied yourself to catch him.

“Wait [Name]--” 

With a hard thud--he fell right into your arms--and you only had to adjust your stance to ensure you wouldn’t fall to the ground as his weight settled in your arms. His eyes snapped open (when had he even closed them?) as he felt your arms wrap around his back and legs. 

“Gotcha.” you sighed in relief, while Epel stared at you--stunned.

“[Name]...” he looked at you with wide eyes, and an open mouth. You’re sure if Vil was here, he would get ticked off that Epel was using his face for such a terrible expression. “you--how’d you--” 

“Never mind that.” you exhaled. You fell to your knees as the adrenaline rush left you. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” Epel said, baffled. “I... since when were you so strong?” 

“I always was. I just... never really... thought to say anything?” you shrugged. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you looked at him, a little nervous. You knew how much Epel wanted to be taken seriously, and it was partly the reason why you didn’t want to tell him that you were insanely strong. 

“Well... I... that is... I was worried what you would think.” Epel studied your expression, before a warm smile spread on his lips.

“You know what I think?”

“What?” 

“We could train together!” when you looked up, you noticed that Epel had a particularly fired up expression on his face. 

“You’re not mad...?”

“No?” Epel tilted his head, “I’m happy! This means you could give me tips on how to be stronger! We can be strong together!” Epel smiled widely. You’re struck by how beautiful this boy was (thought let him never know you though that). 

“I... yes!” 

Epel gave you a sweet smile in response. 

You felt your heart warm at the tenderness in his expression--a sight he rarely showed anyone... anyone except you, of course. 

“Together alright?”

“Together!” 

--

"Mon amour, quick~ Catch me~” 

You immediately dropped the book, and prepared yourself.

In the next second--Rook landed in your arms. He turned to you with a pleased glow. 

“So you are strong enough to carry me~” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “Fascinating~” 

“Yeah... I guess so.” you looked at him, perplexed.

“So why the sudden jump into my arms?” 

“I just felt like it.” Rook hummed, as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Oh well... can I let you go?” you asked, your eyes fell on the book that had toppled to the ground at Rook’s sudden attack. 

“Hm... no.” Rook’s lips curled up. 

“Fair enough.” you sighed. “If I bend down, do you think you could pick up the book and put it back up on the self then?”

“Oh? You think you could do that?” there’s an interested but knowing gleam in Rook’s eyes. Likely chance, he already knew that much about you--and was just waiting to see if his assumptions were correct.

“I can try.” you offered, as you began to bend slightly for him to grab the book. 

Most people found talking to Rook unnerving--primarily because there was always that certain... analytical look in his eyes. It would always feel as if he was studying you--trying to understand... all of you, really. 

“Come to think of it...” Rook turned to look at you, patient. “How’d you figure out that I could do this?” You moved your arms slightly. 

Rook only smiled in response. 

You stared back--halfway between amused and confused. 

“...”

“...”

“...?”

“....~” 

“Yeah okay fine.” you sighed, and his smug aura somehow intensified...? “I guess I don’t want to know.”

There were a lot of things you still didn’t know about Rook. 

Despite his... ah... love for learning(?) about other people--he was tight lipped about himself. Even to you.

“I’m glad we came to an agreement.” he patted your shoulder. When he moved to get out of your arms, your grip tightened and his eyes slid open to look at you.

Even if he was private about himself though...

You made it your personal mission to understand him--to learn more about him. 

“Ohohoh~ Mon amour~ What are you doing~?” 

“I think I’ll hold onto my boyfriend a little longer, you know~?” Your lips curled. “It’s time for me to learn about you.” 

“You can try.” Rook smirked back. 

That’s what he liked about you after all.

You didn’t think he was strange. You thought of his actions as a challenge to learn about him--just as he learnt about you.

--

“Hello [Name]~” 

You looked up to see that Lilia hung, suspended upside down in midair again. His headphones were on, he had his controllers in hand--and he seemed to be playing a first person magic shooter game. He floated lower, just so you could reach him--and give him a greeting kiss on the cheek. You turned to the monitor curiously as Lilia finished beating up another player. 

“How are you playing that upside down?”

“I call it upping the difficulty level~” Lilia laughed, as his thumbs moved across the controller in rapid speed.

“Aren’t you worried you’ll fall?” 

“Nonsense.” Lilia shook his head, his short hair fell around his face. “I’ll handle it.”

“Right. I’ll be back with food then.” 

“Please get me tomato juice!” he called out as he focused back on the screen. He floated low, as he planned to sit himself down onto the couch upon your return. 

“Who was that?” a voice on the call asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Lilia said, and the voice that had ask--Idia that is--huffed in response. 

“Could it be... your mom?” Lilia chuckled at that, but not for the reasons that his teammates believed. 

“Could be a sister.” another one suggested.

“Or maybe... a girlfriend?” 

“WHAT!” 

At the suddenness of the shout, Lilia flinched in surprise and dropped down onto the ground. He had pretty sensitive ears--and since Idia (not that knew LilV and Lilia Vanrouge were one and the same--) had the bright idea to shout into the mic--it definitely messed with Lilia’s concentration. 

However, instead of falling down to the ground--Lilia found himself caught... in your arms. You looked at him with a ‘I told you so’ expression, only to be caught up by his expression.

He gazed at you with surprise written all over his expression--from the way his brows were raised, to the glitter in his eyes and his slack jaw. It was certainly one you’ve never seen before--because there was little that could surprise Lilia these days. When he blinked away his stupor, he noticed the curiosity on your expression. ‘Why did you fall?’ your expression asked. 

He pointed out at Idia’s name on the screen. Your brows rose.

“Idia yelled into the mic.” Lilia explained with a light chuckle after he made sure his mic was muted. He bore no ill will to the Ignihyde Dorm Leader. In fact, Lilia found him absolutely hilarious. 

“They can’t seem to believe I have a lover~” Lilia giggled, and you shook your head--amused.

“--THAT’S TOTALLY UNFAIR.” Idia whined, and their other teammates either agreed or laughed along. “If there’s a god out there... please nuke LilV. He’s gotten too lucky--” 

“Does... does he still not know?” you wondered, and Lilia stuck his tongue out mischievously. 

“Well... he doesn’t go out much and I don’t really talk to him in school...” 

“Fair.” you conceded, with an amused smile, as Idia cried about needing to plead with the Evening Star harder. 

“On the subject of not knowing,” Lilia raised a brow. “I know I’m not exactly light and yet...” He crossed his arms as he stared up at you curiously.

“Oh... well, I’ve always been strong?” you said, unsure of where this was going. 

“Intriguing!” Lilia hummed as he happily snuggled into your arms. “In that case, I should try falling into your arms more often!~” 

“Please don’t.” 

“I won’t hurt myself.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll automatically stop worrying, Lilia.” 

Lilia peered up at you with curious eyes. You gazed back, and he realized that you were every bit serious about what you said. 

“Sometimes I find it interesting how humans seem so much more mature than most faeries at my age.” Lilia mused.

“Well, we are forced to mature faster.” You pointed out. 

Lilia hummed in a contemplative manner.

“In that case, would you carry me like this whenever I want?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “It won’t really bother me.” 

“Excellent, shall we remain like this for the night, then?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

The two of you shared a happy smile, as you settled in for the night. 

--

[alighieri-sparda]

I’m keeping your promise | Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil promised he would see you soon. But you got tired of waiting for him.

Kindly requested by @blackenedskykai​ ♡ | Masterlist | Rules | Read on AO3! 

Hello, Kai! I missed writing your requests, my dear. They are always so nice to write down the first ideas and complete it, so thanks a lot! Hope to see you here again. ♡ This prompt didn’t exist on the original list, but I wrote it anyway because your idea is amazing (and very cute!).  And... I’m sorry for the delay, again. xD 

By the way, I made some changes to my posting pattern. Let me know if you liked it or if you have any suggestions.

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These warm sheets were no longer effective in keeping you comfortable. You tried to relax your body and mind once you decided to rest your back in some pillows and read a book, but it was all in vain. Your mind quickly diverted your attention out from those old written words in your book, of which you couldn’t understand any of the meaning they were trying to convey, no mattered how many times you read the same sentences.

To make that situation even worse, your kitty Shadow suddenly showed up, crawling her little claws on the mattress and meowing to get your attention. That little black cat was probably wanting something from you.

You sighed, taking that chance to finally give up on your attempt to read that book. Shadow kept her constant meow until you got that little feline body in your hands, gently carrying her in your arms to pet her in the bed.

“You’ve been so noisy those days, Shadow.” You softly baby-talked to her. Your heart melted in love when Shadow started to purr, slowly blinking that little green eyes to enjoy your coziness. “What do you want, hm? Tell me.”

But she suddenly started to gradually shake her body in your arms in a silent ask to break free from your touch. You frowned in confusion, but you quickly understood what was going on with her once you noticed what she did when she left your arms.

She arranged herself on Vergil’s side of your shared bed, resting her little body on his pillow.

“Oh… Yeah, Shadow, I miss him too.” You murmured, petting her head again.

This situation made you remember the promise Vergil made to you before he went to his office two days ago: “Don’t worry, I’ll see you again soon.” Having Vergil with you every day, living and sleeping together at the same apartment became part of your routine already; so, you were pretty used to see Vergil constantly busy. But you never got accustomed to dealing with the lack of his presence when he needed to go to his office at Devil May Cry.

It all started because of research that Vergil needed to do for a job that Dante recently accepted. You held back your complaints when you first heard Dante asking for his brother’s help, but Vergil knew that you were bothered about that. Therefore, before he left, he kissed your forehead and promised those words in a soft tone.

But you got tired of waiting for him.

Before doing anything, you checked the time. It was still early at night — it wouldn’t be awkward if you showed up at the shop at six, right? — and Dante wasn’t accepting any customers after 5 PM anyway. The shop wasn’t that far from your house though, so it wouldn’t take you more than ten minutes to be there safely.

And once you were sure that you wouldn’t bother anyone going there now and that the time was safe enough for you to walk the streets alone, you quickly got out of your bed and started looking for some clothes to deal with the cold outside.

Shadow seemed to guess that you were about to see Vergil and went behind you, following your steps with her little fleet-footed paws. She was meowing again, but this time, she sounded almost happy to you.

“Don’t worry, little one.” You smiled at the kitty right behind your feet as she meowed back. “I’ll let him know that you miss him too.”

 […]

 Just like you expected, you arrived at Devil May Cry in ten minutes. Along the way, you became more and more anxious as you were getting closer to the shop; and once you knocked twice on the front door, your heart raced at full speed. You knew that Vergil wouldn’t answer the door, and it made you feel even more impatient to see him.

You felt your body even colder than before, and an intense shiver ran down your spine to remember your condition. Not only because you were feeling anxious, but also due to the cold weather. Although you were wearing a comfortable coat and jeans, a scarf, gloves, and boots, they didn’t seem to be enough to keep you warm.

“We’re closed!” You heard Dante’s voice shouting from inside the shop.

“It’s me, Dante!” You answered his warning in a happy tone. When you finished your sentence, you immediately heard quick footsteps coming from the inside and getting closer to the door.

“[Name]?” He asked when he opened one of the doors, only wearing sweatpants — you knew Dante didn’t feel cold due to his demonic blood, but you couldn’t help being surprised. He clearly wasn’t expecting anyone to visit him. You also noticed Dante was happy to see you but seemed sort of confused as well. “Good evening, pretty human. Lost your way back home?” He grinned at you, resting his weight on the door.

You laughed back. “Good evening, Dante. I… came here to see someone, actually. Hope you don’t mind me.”

“Nah, don’t worry. It’s always good to see you here.” Dante moved aside, silently asking you to enter the shop. “Come inside. You’ll freeze out there.”

You stepped inside the main hall and took a deep breath when you felt a sudden warmth embrace your cold body. The room was quite dark, the only intense light was coming from Vergil’s office, passing through the door openings. Dante closed the front door behind you and started making his way back to his bedroom.

“His office is unlocked; I just spoke to him.” Dante yawned, lazily stretching his body. “That nerd is damn focused on his books so take care not to scare him.”

He winked at you before locking himself in his room again. “Or maybe not.”

And then Dante closed his bedroom door, leaving you alone in the hall.

Spending no more time, you took some quiet steps towards Vergil’s office door. You even raised your hand to knock on the door once you got in front of it and announce that you were about to join him, but you abruptly prevented yourself from knocking on it.

It would be way more fun if you just surprise him, right?

To be sure you wouldn’t get caught before the right time, you gently held the door handle and moved it down as carefully as you could, pressing the door with your weight to open it gradually. When your gaze caught the sight of Vergil, you realized that Dante couldn’t be more certain about what he said: Vergil he was standing in front of a bookshelf, his back to the door, clearly interested in what he was reading.

You closed the door behind you with your feet as your body quietly slid into the room. When you noticed that Vergil didn’t move anything but his fingers to go to the next page of his book, a content smile crossed your face. He was probably going to be sort of annoyed because you went there alone, but you needed to keep the promise he made to you.

After some steps, you were finally close enough to Vergil. You thought of hugging him from beside and try to support your head on his shoulder at first — and you were going to need to stand on tiptoe to do so —, but you were just a few steps from his face. And when you realized that, a better idea crossed your mind.

This time, you didn’t even worry about not making any noise. You placed a hand over his arm, and before he could react to it, you finally faced him, cupping his face with your other hand and finally kissing his lips. You needed to stand on tiptoe anyway since Vergil usually curves his body a bit to kiss you, but you didn’t mind it at all.  

Although you could feel a little surprised gasp coming from him, Vergil just replaced the book back on the shelf whilst he joined your kiss properly, holding his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him. The cold sensation of anxiety started to leave your body, relaxing your muscles as you enjoyed the taste of Vergil’s lips again.

It was only an extended peck, but the sensation of his soft and warm lips over yours was pleasant enough for a ‘hello’ kiss.

Vergil was the one who separated the kiss. He looked at you with a soft smile on his lips, yet he frowned his eyebrows.

“What are you doing here, [Name]?” He asked softly, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I���m keeping your promise, Vergil.” You touched his lips with yours again, but quickly this time.

“Excuse me?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“You promised me you’d see me soon, but I got a little impatient and decided to keep this for you.”

He chuckled.

“I see. I was expecting to finish the research tomorrow morning, but I think I’m finishing it tonight… With your help, of course.” Vergil winked at you, and couldn’t help but giggle when you grumbled at his words.

He left your hair and started to caress your cheek with his thumb, knitting a brow as he felt your skin colder than normal compared to the temperature of the place.

“Why are you that cold? Are you sure you were wearing this scarf since you left home?” His tone was concerned, even though it sounded almost like a complaint.

“I took ten minutes to get here, and it’s really cold outside. But it wouldn’t stop me from seeing you.” You sighed. A sudden wave of desire sprawled through your body, and you couldn’t help hugging the man in front of you, missing his embrace. He quickly realized that and held you tightly. His lovely warmth comforting your body made you sigh cheerfully. “I missed you.”

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, love.” He kissed your head, leaving his lips barely over your hair. “But don’t expose yourself like that again, okay? I wouldn’t like to see you in danger just because I took too long to come back home.”

This sentence of his proved that you were right about his discomfort about you going there all alone, but you didn’t expect him talking about that in a so gentle tone.

“I will always keep that promise to you, [Name]. No matter how long it takes, I will always come back. Don’t worry.” His whisper sounded like he was speaking from the bottom of his heart. He spoke to you sincerely a few times during your relationship, and you could tell that was another one of them.

You stepped back only to kiss him again. You knew that you were going to read a lot of old books to help him with his research, so you wanted to enjoy that moment as much as you could. This kiss wasn’t different from the previous one, but this time, Vergil held you even closer, with one hand holding your waist and the other touching the backside of your neck.

You took a bit longer to separate this kiss. Both you and Vergil could stay like that for hours, but he still had some work to be finished.

“Guess it’s time to read some books.” You giggled.

“Precisely.” Vergil grinned at you, finally breaking the embrace completely to go back to the book he was reading. “I’m not far from finishing it though, so I think we’re coming back home in one hour.”

“I hope so, because Shadow is missing you as much as I was.” You quickly checked out the content of his book by looking at its cover and then started to look for some similar ones. “She has been such a noisy kitten since you left. Probably calling for you.”

You heard a heartened hum coming from Vergil. That little black kitty was a weak spot of Vergil as much as you were, and you knew that pretty well.

“Dante needs some help with old demonic rituals. Better check that another bookshelf, because I want to see Shadow tonight.” He explained, pointing to the shelf beside which he was standing.

While you were searching for the right books on the shelf Vergil pointed, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Vergil said to you. Well, now you were sure that he would keep his promise at any cost.

You smiled unconsciously. Although you couldn’t see it, Vergil was doing the same.

[nekrophoria]

All the favorites for mah boy! *sending air kisses and glitter hearts* andddd all the Routines for Serena, all the philosophy for Simon aaaaand lastly all the other ones forrrrr Roland <3 please <3

Thank you so much 💙

And sorry for the delay

(Favourites for Mel I already answered as you know, will still send the kisses and glitter hearts his way xD

But here's the rest:

Routines for Serena:

1. Do they put the milk or the cereal first in the bowl?

Cereal first, anything else would be mayhem to her.

2. What do they wear to bed?

Depends on the weather. She tends to sleep naked or at least topless in summer, and usually opts for a random tshirt and sweatpants when it's cold.

3. Do they sing in the shower? What’s their go-to song (or karaoke song)?

Yes, much to her brother's dismay, cuz quite frankly she sounds like a dying cat. She just sings along to whatever comes up in her playlist. But her current favourite shower song is probably Miracle by Caravan Palace.

4. Right-handed or left-handed?

Right handed.

5. What is their preferred caffeine source and how do they take it?

There isn't anything with caffeine she dislikes.

She mainly goes for coffee of any kind (usually standard milk coffee, or Starbucks if she's feeling fancy) and Rockstar Energy Drinks.

6. What are their sleep habits like?

She's a pretty heavy sleeper. She sometimes has trouble going to bed on time though and tends to stay up till late in the night, but that's mainly because the night is like her only source of free time on a work day.

7. What song is likely to be in their Most Played list?

Elbow - Grounds For Divorce

It's her all time favourite song.

8. How do they relax after a stressful day?

Get takeout and do a movie marathon (preferably with Mel and/or Simon)

9. What do they do first thing in the morning?

She has coffee in the living room and listens to music, if she is not in a hurry. Otherwise she just brushes her teeth, showers and does her hair, sometimes everything more or less at once because she has no time management.

10. What’s the last thing they do before they go to bed?

Probably put on a playthrough on YouTube to watch/listen to until she dozes off.

11. Do they have any addictions (or former addictions)?

She's been a smoker since she was 13 and she has a teesy tiny energy drink addiction.

13. What are their bad habits?

Being late, being messy af, putting the needs of the people close to her above her own.

14. What’s something they have to do everyday (besides eating/taking medications/basic self-care)?

Nothing comes to mind.

15. Are there any phrases or gestures they overuse?

"Ya know? " she uses that phrase way too often.

She also had a phase where she would put "hella" in front of every word.

16. What do they keep in their pockets/bag/glove compartment?

A random assortment of half smoked cigarettes, keys, cellphone, hand lotion, a stress ball, a can of Rockstar, 2 lighters, her wallet...thats about it.

Philosophy for Simon:

1. Do they believe in soulmates or fate?

He doesn't believe in soulmates. Although he very much likes the idea.

As for Fate...Sort of. He likes to believe things happen for a reason, but that also comes from him having learnt to accept past things as they are. He likes to think everyone is capable of shaping their own destiny, however he doesn't deny the fact there are certain things that are simply out of our control.

2. Do they believe they have a destiny? What is it?

Kinda answered above already I guess

3. What are five things that always make them happy?

Sex

Nature

Ecstasy (preferably in combination with sex)

Singing

Spending time with friends

4. What is the quickest way to their heart?

Honestly...just be yourself, be authentic, be weird. He has a soft spot for people who don't fit the norm.

5. What’s one thing they would change about themselves?

Nothing much...he wouldn't mind some alterations in the downstairs department. But as of now he's unsure about bottom surgery. He's heard too many bad things about it.

6. If they had three wishes (standard genie rules apply) what would they wish for?

Uff now that is a tough one. Honestly, I think Simon would be quite overwhelmed with the possibilities there.

In the end he'd probably only wish for one thing. Because...too much responsibility.

He'd wish for his wish to not come true. Just to see what would happen.

7. What are their views on death?

The thought of death tends to unsettle him more than he likes to admit. It's not that he's scared of death but it's a subject he's pondered about endlessly and that kind of makes him border on an existential crisis and makes him question the sense in life. 'People die, he will die, there's nothing he can do about it so better not dwell on it' is the conclusion he came to.

8. What do they value above all else?

Curiosity, people who question and want to explore the world around them, openness, empathy, love...to name a few things.

I don't think he could settle for just one thing if he tried.

9. Are they superstitious?

He's a fairly logical person all in all, so no. Although his beliefs might make people think otherwise sometimes.

If anything he likes to defy superstitions for the sole purpose of disliking how much power they have over some people. (if he were to get a cat for example he would go with a black one out of spite. )

10. Do they have a creed or code that they live by?

Yes and no. I'd say the only thing he strictly lives by is is to avoid violence whenever he can. And to step away from anger and conflict for his own well being.

There are a few things that helped shape his general outlook on life and life philosophy...but not nearly enough to be considered a code or guide line.

Other for Roland:

[I don't have a proper picture for Roland yet, sorry Dx]

1. Can they ride a bike? A skateboard? A horse?

He can ride a bike. (What a surprise)

2. How would their best friend describe them?

He's a pretty private person and keeps most people at arms length. He doesn't really have any friends left at this point.

Most people would describe him as intimidating as fuck at first glance, looks like he eats small children for breakfast, incredibly hard to figure out (due to a constant poker face) all in all a good guy though, actually kind of awkward, but can probably still fuck you up if you give him a reason to.

3. What’s something they do to indulge or treat themselves?

Cigarettes and Whiskey (although both is more of a necessity than an indulgence at this point).

4. Would they rather be a pirate, a cowboy, a ninja, or an astronaut?

Probably a cowboy, he kinda fits that aesthetic already. But he'd be more of a lone rider type. And he'd have a Donkey instead of a horse. Mel is the donkey.

5. What would they name their children (or pets if they wouldn’t want children)?

The last thing he ever wanted was kids (lol)

And he doesn't give a flying fuck about names. Chances are he's already forgotten your name after your first conversation and will just never adress you with it anymore, simple as that.

(Got him into a lot of trouble with women in his life)

Same for pets...he never had a pet and if he were to get one for whatever reason he'd probably just give it a bunch of nicknames depending on his mood and situation. (I could totally imagine having a dog that he lovingly calls "Ey! " or "Bastard"... or "Garbage Disposal" or something akin to that.)

[for-lovely-things]

Ask game time! 💚🍆⭐

Heyy!! Thank u for the ask sm Elio, i'm soooo sorry for the delay omg xD

💚 Are you writing anything with this OC or planning on writing anything for them? Do you rp with them or are they just for fun to mess around with?

It's been so long since you asked that you already know the answer to that question xD I'm writing a lot for my baby Vicky, i'm still currently writing Gonna Fuck and do Therapy and some other stuff, and use him in two rps~ I can actually share the thing I wrote yesterday in rp, really love how it turned out ;u;

After the presentation Kerry feels a little overwhelmed, the world of music and creation covering him with a head again. He feels truly at ease when finally sees V, grabbing at him as for a lifeline, wishing only to get rid of the nasty reporters already.

They head to the roof, V smiling sweetly the whole time at him, talking to him about how great was the presentation. Kerry is happy to hear that out of his mouth, but something still doesn't let him go, holds his heart in a tight grip.

"Show you one of my favorite spots in the city. Don't come here often, but when i do... It's important," Kerry wiggles his hips out of the elevator, V following him way slower than he usually walks.

He gasps playfully, "Should I feel special?"

"Maybe."

V joins him at the railings, glancing down, and honestly something drops down in his stomach, the view absolutely breathtaking. Kerry picked out the place which is absolutely as gorgeous as he is. Vincent lifts his eyes at the man beside him, and immediately knows something is not right by the look on his face.

"Hey, something's bothering you?"

Kerry glances at him, taking his glasses off, and feels like he can spill his guts to the man. Fuck, yeah, Johnny inside of him probably will think of him as a pussy, but he knows, that V won't. Shouldn't.

"All that Us Cracks situation.. Ya'know, I was just afraid i'd be in someone else's shadow again. How i been in Johnny's."

Vincent purses his lips, looking somewhere behind his back, and Kerry instantly knows Johnny said something, but V says from himself, "Hey, I know how it feels. Being second best. Truly the worst feeling."

"Night City is a city of shadows, done everything i could to walk clear of them for years. Fuck..." Kerry bends to the front, feeling every day as if city's steam crawls in him, into his bones, making him a puppet.

V's hand touches his shoulder gently, ripping him out of his thoughts. "Kerry, I..." V gulps, "You have Virgil. You have me. We won't let the shadows swallow you." Eurodyne nods, soft touch grounding him. V is here, Virgil too. And Johnny will never be.

"Is he?..."

"No, not anymore. Only me."

Kerry nods, finding V's lavender eyes with his own gaze, not able to look away. His hand slides down, brushing over the tattoo, which mimics Johnny's silver hand, backing away. Before he made another mistake.

"Lets delta. Chaos awaits."

"Mmh, I'll stay here a bit longer. You go, drink for me in this city."

V smiles again, so sadly and lovingly, an expression Kerry never seen before, and goes away.

lol sorry for making you all read that much, but yeah it didn't fit on discord in one message either xD

🍆 What is your OC like in bed? Are they particularly sensitive or have anywhere they really like being touched? Are they loud, quiet, intense? What are their turn ons and turn offs?

Ouff, V is usually always in need to be in control over his usual life, so when in bed, he likes to give it away, letting the partner do whatever they want with him if he trusts them enough. But he's ok with being on top too, all depends on the mood~ V really likes being touched on his stomach, it's a pretty sensitive place, and when he gets emotional he likes holding hands with a lover ;u; His biggest turn off is his neck being touched, so he always tells his lovers to not touch the implant (except that one time with Virgil and Kerry when he trusts them more than he trusts himself hgdsgdsgh) He is also pretty loud in bed eheh

⭐ Does your OC like to sleep alone or do they enjoy sharing their bed? Have they been to any sleepovers? Have they ever been camping? What did they think of the experiences if so?

Vicky is okay with sleeping alone, but sleeping with a partner always feels better, he likes to cozy up to 'em :'3 And well, he's been living with Jackie for quite some time, and it was much like an endless sleepover xD And he has been living on the streets for his entire life, living under the open sky when couldn't find a shelter for a night, you can't call that camping ofc And well, can't call the expirience great :''')

[zmayadw]

Hello again :)

Heres a second part of my fanfic, as i said in previous post that i will add one or two. I know the begining might be a bit long and boring, but i decided my other two favorite Duskwood characters deserve some love ,too. :)

 Thanks to all who took their time to read it!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 2

Next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. The bright light from the window made me squint my eyes, and my head throbbed as hell. „Arghh, too bright.“ I mumbled, as a cheerfull voice next to me responded  „Well finaly, I was begining to worry you would never wake up! You know, you're taking those beautysleep advices too seriously.“ My eyes ajusted to the light, and I was looking at that cheerful, loving face, the face I knew oh so well. „Hmm, considering all, an extra hour or so of beautysleep is so allowed for me.“  I said, my voice hoarse a bit. She snorted „Make that 'an extra day or so'! You slept for almost three days!“ she said, walkig towards my bed and hugging me carefully. It felt good, just knowing she was there. She pulled away from me, her face serious.  “What wer you thinking?“ „ I'm sorry Jessy, so, so sorry.“  I said, tears swelling behind my eyes. „ I know what I did was stupid, but belive me, I really tought I was doing the right thing.“ „The 'right thing' almost got you killed Maya!“ she yelled at me, wich made me realize just how much she was worried about me. I burried my face in my hands, tears falling down „Please Jessy, dont be mad at me, I feel awfull as it is already. I realize my actions wer wrong, but I cant undo any of it now. And God knows im more then happy to be alive, and Hannah too! And I know my „sorry“ might not be enough this time, but I reall am sorry Jessy, you cant imagine how much. But please, please, you have to forgive me, I couldnt stand if I loose you!“ I couldnt force myself to look at her, I was so scared she would just get up and leave. And who could blame her, really, after all I did, she would have every right to do so. Suddenly, my hands wer slowely being moved from my face, and i opened my eyes  to see hers holding mine. I lifted my head, and our eyes met. Hers wer now also full of tears. She hugged me so fiercly, and even if everything still hurted me like hell, I was so reliefed and hugged her back tightly as I could. „Ofcourse I forgive you, Maya. I was so damn worried and scared that I will loose you!“ I was releifed to hear her say it, I hugged her even tighter, saying through my tears „I'm sorry Jessy.“ She held me like that for a while, and then pulled slowly back. „I'm glad you're ok Maya.“ She said, smile coming back to that pretty face. „Look at us! Bawling here like little kids.“ That made me chuckle, and i said whiping my tears  „Huh, I never tought our fist time meeting would be with me in the hospital. But, hey, im not picky, i'm just glad I finaly had a chance to hug you.“  „I dont think anyone imagined this to be the place of your first meeting us. You do realize others will want to come and see you? Dan already wanted to come with me, he was mumbling something about how he owes you a whiskey. But i gave him such a stern look, he just kissed me goodby and said to say 'hi' from him and ran away from me.“ The tought of Dan being scared of Jessy made me laugh so hard, i got a little dizzy from the pain. Jessy noticed me vincing, quickly saying „But that can wait, you need to rest more first. It's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon!“ She looked at me all serious, and i understood why Dan acted like he did. „Dont worry, Jessy, I wont try to break out of hospital.“ I said with a grin on my face. „A bit of r'n'r is definatly what I need now.“ „Good! And since i'm clearly your favorite person from our little clique, you wont get rid of me that easy while  in here.“ She said cheerfully. „Thanks, Jessy. I mean it, Im really glad you're here with me.“ „Me too, Maya, me too.“ She stayed with me that whole afternoon, and I was happy about it. We talked about everything we could think of: how we gonna take that walk arround Duskwood together, having coffee at the Rainbow caffee, going to Aurora for drinks. Jessy was so full of life, and managed to stay so positive through all of this mess. She told me that police gave her my stuff and my phone, and will bring me what i need. It wasnt so important, but i could really use my phone.  It was like Jessy could read my mind, and she looked at me with simpathy „Did Jake contacted you?“  There was a knot in my stomack when she asked, because I knew I wasnt out in the clear with what I did with everyone just jet. „I dont know, Jessy,  I guess i'll find out when I get my phone. But im sure Lily told him all about it by now, and to be honest, it's the one conversation i'm scared of having at the moment.“ „I'm sure it will be fine.“ „I really hope so, Jessy. I really care so much for him. I dont know for sure what he feels, and it doesnt really matter, I just cant stand the tought of him being mad at me. Or not talking to me anymore...I got so used of having him arround, even just virtualy..i dont know Jessy, i cant explain it... i just need him in my life. Does this make any sense to you?“  She looked at me, with care and a hint of worry showing on her face „Yes Maya, it makes perfect sense.“ We talked for a while more. She looked at the clok on the wall and jumped „Oh, yay I gotta go, forgot Im meeting Dan! He made me promise to meet later, since I didnt let him come with me here.“ „Heh, better go then, I dont want Dan blaming me AGAIN for getting stud up by you. Or he might not buy me that whiskey he promised, an to be honest I could really use it now.“ I sad smiling at her. „Ohh no, you two are gonna be a pain in the butt when you meet, arent you?“ she groaned, but a smile was written all over her face. „Dont worry, i'll behave..as much as possible. As for Dan, im sure if you join us and give him some of your 'scarry' looks, he'll behave too.“  She bursted out laughing. „Oh, cant wait for it! I'll go grab your phone  real quick, and then im off.“ She ran for the door, stoped, turned arround giving me one more of her beautiful smiles „I'm really glad you're ok Maya.“ I smiled back,“ Me too Jessy, me too.“ She came back with my phone, plugged it to charge next to my bed hugging me quickly before leaving.

It was almost dark outside, and the room was so quiet since Jessy left. There wasnt much comotion in the hospital, and I appriciated it actualy, some peace after all the mess was a nice change. I stared at the window for a while, just enjoyeing the sceene of the sun setting down, the sky taking that purpleish-blue color. I was actually delaying the moment of turning my phone on, because I was scared. A the same time I hoped Jake would contact me, but then I was also scared of talking to him. Its been three days since the incident, and im sure Jake found out everything by now, so maybe he vented some of the anger off in the mean time. Ah, c'mon Maya, dont be a sissy! – i tought to myself – You stared death in the face, and showed it the middle finger, and you're scared of that thing? I took a deep breath, took my phone from the stand, and turned it on. It felt like forever for it to turn when i punched my code, and when it finaly did, i left it aside. The beeping of new messages, missed calls, new emails and all was the only sound spreading through the room. And with every beep my stomach reacted a bit, thinking if any of those beeps belongs to Jakes. I got so lost in my toughts, that a voice snaped me back, startling me a bit. A nurse smiled „Sorry hun, i didnt want to fright you. Just came to chek up on you, ask if you need anyhting and to give you some pain meds.“ She winked at me „It's the good stuff, will help you sleep better.“ „Thank you, mam, im good.“ I smiled back at her, and quickly glanced at my phone - 44 missed calls, 24 messages, 17 emails. That will be some time killing stuff. The nurse was done, she waved at me wishing me good night, saying to feel free calling her if I needed anything. I thanked her again as she left the room. I took my phone, my hand shakeing. I checked 'missed calls' first, and tho i didnt expect it, was a bit dissapointed Jake wasnt among one of them. I opened the messages, and Jessy's message was on top. „Sending you hugs&kisses!“ it was written under the picture of her and Dan, grining with their glasses raised. It made me smile, and i texted her back „Hehe, Dan must be happy you actualy came this time! xD Have fun you two, cant wait to join you. Hugs&kisses“ I checked other messages, and my hearth squeezed a bit when i saw he didnt texted either. I didnt feel like replaying to any at the moment, settling the phone back on the stand. I switched off the light above the bed, turned on the side, staring at now complete darkness throught the window. One tear rolled down my cheek as i closed my eyes, hoping sleep will come soon.

[fandom-necromancer]

Past, Present, Future

This was prompted by the amazing @skyewillows! I know you likely intended this to be the other way around, but this is the idea that first came to me XD Also sorry for the delay! Hope you enjoy some angst!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warnings: near death experience, slight body horror?, anti-android sentiment)

It had been supposed to be easy. It had been supposed to be a simple mission: infiltrate the warehouse in the early morning and gather intel on the operations inside. They had known the warehouse was used to store and refine Red Ice. They had known they were the newest dealership in Detroit and therefore would soon get trouble with the other people in the business or get integrated in their doing. That was what should have made it easy: Inexperienced humans afraid or at least worried about what was to come. It shouldn’t have ended like this, Nines thought as he laid in the trunk of a car, motor control deactivated and helpless in the hands of the competing drug den.

All had happened far too fast: Gavin and Nines had infiltrated the warehouse and hid in close proximity to the people milling about. They had learned most of what they had wanted to by the early afternoon, from how they synthesized the drug to where they planned on dealing it to the people. Gavin and Nines were both pretty confident all they would have to do now was wait for the night to leave in silence. Instead, a package arrived in the afternoon that the idiots promptly opened, setting off the bomb inside that ripped through the many shelves as well as one supporting pillar. The explosive chain reaction of instable intermediates in the refinement process from Thirium to Red Ice as the first explosion reached a tank did the rest. Nines could only shield Gavin from the falling debris as the roof and walls were coming down. His human had been his only priority at that moment and even now, when he should worry about his own fate, it filled him with relief to know Gavin had been alive up to that point. His memory had become a bit hazy afterwards as a steel rod from the concrete wall had pierced through his chest while protecting his human, pinning him in between two pieces of debris.

He remembered Gavin’s shocked face, his Thirium-coated hands on his face and… he had been speaking then… what had Gavin said to him? Nines only knew how he had interrupted him with the plea to flee as his sensors picked up on distant voices ordering others to search for survivors. He remembered how Gavin had ran. And then he had found himself in this trunk, immobilized and patched up where the steel rod had pushed through his body. He didn’t want to know what would happen next. Patching up an android to take with them was nothing they did from the goodness of their heart. And knowing that they knew their way around an android’s system well enough to immobilise one made Nines bad feeling even worse.

He tried to reconstruct the path his capturers had taken from the pattern of turns and times spent at red lights. Unfortunately, his GPS was offline too, so all he could do was look for overlaps in his maps. He had found several matches by the time the car stopped, and the engine was killed, but it helped little in forming an escape plan. He was still immobile and as he was lifted out of the car, he couldn’t make out enough to determine which one of his preconstructions had been accurate. A dark bag was put over his head, then he could hear someone giving orders again: ‘Get it inside and hook it up. At least this pig can be of use for us.’

Nines wished he could have struggled. He wished he could have seen where he was dragged or that he could have contacted someone. Even if it was ultimately hopeless, he wouldn’t feel so damn hopeless. His stress levels were dangerously high, and he knew he did the android equivalent of panicking as he was dropped on the floor and could hear computer fans as well as the very familiar sound of a maintenance rig being initialised. Not much later he was hoisted up and connected to the rig. Only then he felt his motor control being returned to him and with the strength of the soldier unit he had been designed to be, he pulled at the arms holding him captive. But however hard he struggled, all he managed was flinging the bag off his head as the arms compensated his thrashing and ultimately restrained him fully. ‘Let me go!’, he hollered even before he could see the lone man that stood leaned over the terminal. ‘Let me go and maybe I’ll grant you a quick death!’

Fury was the only reaction he could manage in his situation, unwilling to let his desperation and fear overwhelm him. He couldn’t give up yet. Even if his pre-constructions showed him no possible way out of here if there wasn’t external help. No, he had to ignore that. Humans made mistakes. Maybe this one had made an error when attaching him to the rig. Maybe he- ‘Shut up, tin-can!’

It could have as well been a punch to the Thirium pump. With how much affection these words could be uttered in the right moment, the right place and time and person, it hurt almost physically to hear it in the context it had long lost. Gavin had said it so many times, these exact words. In the precinct, meaning it. On a case, when Nines thought it was a good idea to remind him of proper police conduct. At a bar night when Nines had been a “phcking know-it-all”. On the backseat of their car when he had reminded him this position wouldn’t be comfortable at all. In the early morning when Nines tried to coax him out of bed when Gavin would have liked to cuddle a little longer.

But no, this time it was uncaring. Condescending. A simple disregard to his feelings, thoughts and person. The words of someone who considered him a mere thing. Switching to his soldier protocols he tried again to push and pull against the arms keeping him immobile with no regards to his component’s integrity. He only managed to pull some of his pseudomuscles apart, the rig didn’t move one bit. ‘Stop that, can’t have you losing any more Thirium!’

Nine looked up to the man that pulled a thick flexible tube over and lost his composure. He couldn’t keep up the façade of that fearless predator when he got the feeling he knew exactly what would happen next. And that recognition filled him with pure terror. ‘No. No, stop!’ The human ignored him, stepping closer and onto the platform. ‘Please, don’t!’, Nines begged, trying to keep the end of the tube in his vision, but the man had already stepped behind him. ‘No, please, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, don’t-‘ ‘Shut up!’, the man interrupted him, his fingers roughly prodding his neck until he had found the right place to press to open the hatch to his neck port. ‘You are just a machine, don’t pretend you feel anything. This is just a fancy program Cyberlife installed to keep their property intact. Playing with human minds, that’s all you plastics ever did.’ Nines wanted to protest, to plead, but the man had already pushed the tube into the port used to refill or replace an android’s Thirium. The RK900 blinked at the sudden intrusion, but the man was already stepping back, attention back on the terminal.

‘Please’, Nines tried once again, knowing it was utterly futile. ‘Please, don’t do this. I have family. We have a cat. Please, I just want to get back to my life!’ ‘You have nothing, bot. Your family has you and can buy another one – sorry – adopt another one now that these idiots were fooled by Cyberlife’s plan.’ ‘That doesn’t make any sen-‘, Nines had begun to protest but choked on his words as he felt the rig accessing his Thirium pump and redirecting the flow without him being able to intervene. ‘No!’, he screamed, static mixing with his voice. ‘No, you can’t do this! Please. Stop!’ The man just stepped back and smirked at him. ‘Sweet dreams’, he teased, then turned and left.

Nines was completely alone in the small room, being notified of his Thirium levels dropping rapidly while he could see the blue liquid flow through the tube on the ground to who knows where. He couldn’t believe he was harvested for the very drug he and Gavin had tried to fight since it had popped up on the market. Gavin… Gavin was safe now, wasn’t he? He tried to remember what had happened exactly as Gavin had disappeared, but nothing came up. Whatever the steel rod had damaged, it must have caused some sort of short circuit causing his systems to shut down to protect themselves until he was removed. He must have made it. He must have made it to safety. Nines just couldn’t bear the thought of him being shot while running away or being caught by the gang to be interrogated or worse. No, Gavin had to be safe. Likely furious and wanting to safe him somehow. How would he react to learning he died? They had been together for quite a while now. He would either be angry and in denial about the fact or struck by grief so hard Nines couldn’t possibly imagine what would happen to him. Gavin was a ride-or-die kind of person and they had found mutual unconditional trust in the other. Hell, they had planned to marry eventually, Nines knowing he would have to be the one to propose to the surprisingly shy man. It would have been perfect.

They could have had so much, Nines regretfully realised. Not a great ceremony, but one of few guests. Tina would have been there. Nines would have convinced Gavin to invite Hank and Connor and maybe Sixty with Allen. Gavin in turn would have convinced Nines to allow Elijah and Chloe there. And besides that there would have been a full life ahead of them. Maybe they would have gone on vacation. Left Detroit for the first time or maybe even America. There would have been Christmases that weren’t coined by revolutions and New Years that wouldn’t traumatise half the population when androids first dared to insert themselves into society. Birthdays and the struggle to find the perfect present. Weekends spent on roadtrips, movie nights with friends, new cases keeping their minds busy. And then the little things. Playing with their cat and laughing at it. Watching a movie only for Gavin to halfway through fall asleep leaned against Nines. Days spent in bed because it was just to comfy. Moments when the sun just fell right through the window on Gavin’s face. Seeing him smile one more time. Hearing his voice whisper sweet nothings. Hearing him call him with another silly nickname. The smell of coffee in the morning. The curses when having overslept. The slow beat of a heart. The way he sighed in content and caressed Nines face when he thought he was already in stasis. The colour of his eyes…

Nines’ systems were shutting down one after the other. His countdown was ticking down. His thoughts were running slow and sluggish. He was long hanging weakly in the arms of the rig. Warning messages popped up, informing him of imminent terminal overheating. Nines ignored it all. He didn’t want to die in fear. He didn’t even want to know he was dying. He tried to remember his short life with Gavin and to imagine how it could have been. It was no surprise to him his mind soon began to fray as his systems switched to critical condition and he saw Gavin before him. Heard his voice: ‘Nines. Stay with me.’ ‘I will’, Nines hummed with a content smile, his tinny voice almost unrecognisable as one. ‘I will fix this, don’t worry’, Gavin’s voice told him and Nines thanked whatever sick twist of fate gave an android the possibility to lose logic in it’s last moments. ‘I know you will’, Nines spoke, not understanding his own words as his voicebox was running on less and less power. ‘I’ve always been safe with you.’ ‘Phck, Nines. Phck, phck, phck!’ ‘I love you, Gavin.’

And then he fell.

  He fell on a surprisingly real floor. ‘Phck, Nines, sorry! Nines? Nines? Phck can you hear me? Say something!’ Nine could barely understand the words uttered as his sensors glitched and switched on and off repeatedly. ‘Okay, your LED is still on, please let that mean you’re still alive! Alright, I will get you out of here, just hold on! We will fix you, we will fix you!’

He… wasn’t dead yet? Nines tried to access his internal sensors and saw that he had been disconnected at a Thirium Level of twelve percent. He was still about to die, but the countdown was trickling down a lot slower now that the blue blood wasn’t forcibly extracted. Unable to move he was once again dragged over the floor for what felt like an eternity when Nines watched every millisecond pass by. If this wasn’t an impressive illusion of a dying operating system, then that had to mean Gavin was really here. And that he was about to save him. That there was indeed a future to look forward to.

The sun outside caused his optics to white out, so it was a little sudden as a bottle opening was pressed to his lips. Havin a hunch, Nines allowed the liquid to be poured down his throat. It took a while until his levels rose and several bottles were emptied, but as they sat at stable 60%, Nines could run a quick diagnose and regained access to all systems that remained intact. It weren’t many, but he could jerkily move, he could talk through heavy static, he could hear, see and feel. And he used all of these abilities to jump up, hug Gavin and kiss him clumsily on the lips. ‘Gavin!’, he gave vent to his relief and promptly kissed him again as if he could loose all this again the next second. ‘Hey, buddy, tone that down a bit’, Gavin laughed embarrassedly. ‘Everyone is watching.’

Nines couldn’t care less. ‘Gavin, I want to marry you’, he burst out instead and as Gavin looked at him in surprise and wanted to respond, Nines just interrupted: ‘Elijah can come if Connor is invited too.’ ‘Alright, not what I wanted to say’, Gavin chuckled, trying to free himself of Nines embrace that was more of a vice by now. ‘We should take time off. Drive somewhere. I want to hold you.’ Gavin pushed him away fully now, holding onto his arms. ‘Nines, what’s wrong?’, he asked with worry. ‘I will get you to a repair shop, don’t worry.’

Nines closed his eyes and vented his internal systems that had heated up yet again. ‘I almost lost this’, he whispered. ‘All of this. You. Our future. I don’t want to wait anymore should this happen ever again.’ Gavin looked at him and sighed. ‘Nines, this won’t happen again. I promise. We are partners, remember? We look out for each other. I know, I was quite… I was almost too late this time. But I will always be there.’ Nines looked to the ground, unsure if his legs would support him much longer. ‘Hey’, Gavin said softly, lifting his head up. ‘You know what? Vacation doesn’t sound too bad. I’ll see what I can do, okay? But let’s get you fixed up first, okay?’

The android rested his head against Gavin’s, noses touching. ‘Okay’, he nodded and let himself be guided towards a car by his human.

[tales-of-spring]

please don’t go | Edward Cullen x Male reader

Pairing / Ship: Edward Cullen x Male!Reader

Featuring: Edward Cullen 

Words: 1,197

Category: Fluff 

Warning: Mentions of physical abuse / being beaten and talking about said abuse. Mentions of having nightmares / flashbacks of the abuse. 

Summary: After you get attacked, Edward saves you and lets you sleep at his house. The nightmares hunt you though, and once again Edward comes by your side to sooth you. 

Author’s Note: Requested by @kingreidx​ hope you like it! Sorry for the delay xD This was really fun writing!! :D

You waved to your friend as you walked out of their front door. A Friday’s night of binging Netflix and eating home-made snacks had done you good, and you were more then ready to return home and snuggle up in bed. You put your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you turned the street corner. What you didn’t realize though, probably due to your sleepiness, was that you walked into an alleyway that lead to the wrong part of the town. You only just realized this when you turned a few more corners and saw a broken down street sign. This wasn’t a problem though, you knew your birth town like the backside of your pocket.

What will be a problem, was the gang of men approaching you from behind. You caught a glimpse of their shadows before you turned around in confusion and felt a sudden, hard punch flat onto your jaw. You grunted and caught yourself from falling onto your face by sticking out your hands. The gravel felt rough under your skin and it took little time before the men started to approach closer and prepare to do more damage to your body. That is however, stopped, by something swift and quick. One by one the men were pulled or thrown into the darkness of the night. You were still in quite some pain so all you managed to was turn over so you laid on your side, arm leaning onto the ground, and staring into the void.

‘’Hello?’’ You managed to call out. The silence only lasted a few second until a figure appeared from by your side. It took a second for your eyes to adjust due to the fall, the hit, and the dim lightning, but you could eventually see the person’s - and quite possibly your rescuers - face. It was Edward Cullen, but you knew him better as ‘’The Hair’’ - a nickname coined by your classmate Jessica. You saw him every now and then at school and you even went to his house a couple of times for tutoring in history, you think. You weren’t sure, the fall made you a little doozy. 

Edward didn’t say anything, but his expression was obviously one of worry and protectiveness, why you didn’t really know. He kneeled down beside you and put his arms around your shoulders and under your legs so he could lift you up. ‘’Edward? is that you?’’ This time the question didn't disappear into the night. 

‘’Try and relax, okay?’’ His voice was calm yet husky, but not deep. He talked in a comforting tone. You swallowed, you were in some pain still and the dizziness in your head didn't make it easier to stay awake either. The last thing you remember before passing out was Edward’s grip onto your body.  When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the scent in the room. It was a familiar one; Jasmine and sandalwood. The only place you knew that held this particular scent was the Cullen’s house, so it was no surprise that you woke up feeling calm and relaxed. As you got up from the couch you were laying on, Edward appeared into the room. You started to notice the details around you and realized you two were in the living room. Edward cleared his throat before talking. ‘’Y/N? How are you feeling?’’ 

He had his hands in his pockets, his jaw was clenched but that was normal for him. ‘’I-..I’m fine.’’ You lied, even though the pain in your jaw was soothed it still hasn’t disappeared completely, and the pounding headache didn’t help either. 

‘’Why don’t you stay here for the night, my parents already prepared the guest room for you.’’ You smiled at Edward’s offer but what you needed right now was your own space, your own bed. So you grabbed your jacket from the couch and started walking towards the hallway. ‘’Edward, that’s really sweet, but I think I just need to be-’’

You were stopped by Edward grabbing onto your upper arm, he didn’t held on tight but you could feel that he didn’t want to let you go. ‘’Y/N, it’s really dangerous outside at this time of night.’’ You only noticed just now that your bodies, your faces, were inches separated from each other. If you wanted, you could stand on your toes and touch his nose with yours. He looked at you, not just at you, but into your eyes, deeply. ‘’Please, don’t go.’’  You eventually feel asleep in the comfortable bed located in one of the Cullen’s spare bedrooms. You didn’t pay much attention when you walked in. You kicked off your shoes, pulled off your pants and slipped into the bed. The sheets were still hugging your body when the nightmares of the attack started. Flashes of the scene ripped before your eyes, fear and pain striking your chest. You felt the sweat on your forehead as your eyes flashed open and you launched up in bed, hands resting on the matras. A scream escaping your lungs. Before you knew what was happening, Edward came rushing into the room, dressed in only his long pajama bottoms that were floor length. ‘’What happened?’’ He asked as he came to your bed side, kneeling down. You swallowed, letting it sink in what just happened. ‘’I ehm-.. I had a nightmare.’’ Edward frowned and put a hand on yours. ‘’You want me to stay with you?’’ Your inside were screaming yes, you wanted to be held by his strong arms, have him protect you. He already saved you one and somehow you knew he would be ready to do it again. So you nodded, and scooted across the other side of the bed. Edward climbed into the bed and you saw his upper body in the pale moonlight; a muscular torso with defined abs, thick biceps and broad shoulders. ‘’C’m here, lay on my chest. I’ll hold you.’’ And you did as he said. You laid your head on his chest and held onto him for dear life. You felt one of his hands wrap around your back, clinging to your waist. He was softly patting your head while whispering sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down, and god did it work. The last thing you know for sure happened was Edward Cullen kissing your head as you fell asleep in his arms.  You woke up to the sunlight seeping through the windows, still tightly held by Edward, who was already awake and smiling as you were waking up. ‘’Hey there.’’ You managed to get out in a croaky voice. He chuckled and almost instinctively placed his thumb and index finger on your chin so your glance was fixed on him. He looked at you the same way he looked at you the night before, deeply into your eyes. You were about to say something when Edward urged forward and softly placed his lips onto yours. You immediately closed your eyes in response to the tender feeling, and you two stayed like this for a few seconds until he broke contact. ‘’Hey there’’ he said back. 

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Why Did It Have to be Him? pt. 4 (Aizawa x Reader)

a/n: sorry this got delayed :( this was supposed to be uploaded a lot earlier but then my laptop is basically dead at this point huhuhu legit waited for 30mins just for the chrome to stop lagging T.T welp... thank quirks for company laptops XD

that being said... here is part 4 for our Daddyzawa! <3

ps. i had to put an age for this fic :3 so you are 17 as the rest are 16 xD

Warnings: Student-Teacher relationship, Age-gap, Cursing, Not so subtle flirting

Link: Part 1, Part 2, part 3, part 5

Materlist for my other fics :) here

All aboard the Aizawa-train!: @yukiimanic​ @leeeah-loooser​

A few days have passed and you were now fully settled in your dorm. There wasn’t much to it but Aizawa managed to persuade you to buy new sheets and curtains to match. You weren’t exactly sure why but you complied nonetheless.

Monochromatic that’s how you liked things. Since he gave you full control as to what colors you could choose, you simply went for black.Of course, you made sure that a pop of color would add life to your room. A few trinkets here and there, your room looked good to go. Simplicity is key, that’s what you kept reminding yourself.

But it was rather ironic how your “love life” wasn’t as simple. It was much easier to see him back in your house. Now that you were living only a mere block away from the teacher’s dorm, it only made things much harder. Though, you understood, it was still frustrating not being able to see him as much as you wanted.

While doing your assignments, your phone rang. Not bothering to see who the caller was, you picked it up. Slowly, the corners of your mouth turned upwards. Right on schedule.

“Not disturbing anything, am I?” He asked. In the background, you could hear the keyboard’s soft tapping.

“Nope. I’m just about finished here.” Gathering your books and papers, you neatly stacked and put them away. Looking at the time, there was still 45 minutes before curfew starts. “I am hungry though, so I might have to run to the nearest convenient store~”

“Isn’t the fridge stacked with snacks, though?” The typing sounds had stopped and you heard a soft grunt.

“It is but they don’t have those juice packs I like.” There was some risk to this but you wanted to see him. It was hard enough that all you could do inside the classroom was to sit and stare at him. “Of course, I’m not implying anything. I do plan on leaving in about 5 minutes or so.”

“Do as you please, (Y/N).” He let out a soft chuckle before hanging up the call.

Grabbing your sweatshirt and wallet, you silently exited your room. Thankfully, the majority of rooms had their lights on. And, technically, it wasn’t curfew so you could still manage to buy a few snacks the dorm’s fridge had to offer. Shaking your head, you knew you couldn’t fool yourself.

Ever since the kiss, he became even more intoxicating. His musky scent and how you felt his arms wrapping around your small stature (compared to his at least) was addicting. It was a picture hard to forget, him straddling you in the comforts of your bed. The strands of his soft hair caging you from the outside world. Or maybe it was how his hot breath brushed your cheeks that made things even more irresistible? Closing the doors to the building, you were met with the row of streetlights. Each of them casting enough light to ensure safety to those who would walk the streets at this time of night. Of course, everyone knew this area was safe, afterall, only an idiot villain would dare attack near UA.

A little further and you could see the neon sign of the convenience store. Near the entrance, a man caught your eye. He was wearing an all black ensemble and his grayish pale skin made him look unreal. Yet, the all too familiar bun caused your heart to race.

Upon seeing your figure approaching his, he could feel the smirk forming on his mouth. It had only been a few hours since he last saw you but it was inside classroom settings. The secret glances you two would give each other was fun but he somehow wanted more. When you passed by him, he could make out the faint smell of your lingering body lotion. Very stimulating to the senses.

Trailing behind you, his eyes began to linger all over your back. Sure, you had a sweatshirt on but in his eyes you looked too good not to hug. When you turned towards the small aisle for chips, he glanced at the ceiling. The cameras were on the other side of the store. As you were choosing what junk to munch on, he leaned forward and rested his head on your shoulder.

Jumping at the sudden sensation of his warmth radiating on your cheek, all the heat travelled upwards as your eyes met his. The dullness to them now replaced with a hint of playfulness. His calloused hand began to brush yours. Slowly making their way up before he let go to grab a bag for himself.

Once again, your stomach felt all the butterflies going crazy with his touch. Chewing on your lower lip, you let out a shaky sigh as he lifted his head. Slowly walking away without looking back.

Such a tease.

Two can play that little game, you thought.

Aizawa made his way towards the refreshments. Searching for the perfect drink to pair with his chips, he settled for a can of beer. It wasn’t allowed but he could easily sneak it in knowing it was almost curfew. In his peripheral version, he could see you choosing as well. Following your hands, he saw how you had just chosen a can of soda.

“Got everything you need?” He asked.

“Not yet. I need some chocolate.” Pulling him towards the aisle with chocolates, you saw your target. The one you had been craving for a week now. Scanning the area, you saw how the coast was clear and it was your turn to make your move. “Hey, can you hold these for a sec?”

Handing him your stuff, you turned around and began to tug on the hems of your sweatshirt. His eyebrows jumped at your small actions. When you began to strip off your sweatshirt. The heavy material lifted your undershirt quite a bit. A bit of your skin got exposed to the coldness the store had to offer.

The coldness had no effect on Aizawa. Instead, he felt heat growing in his system. His mouth suddenly felt dry. His finger twitched and his jaw clenched. The hold he had on the goods tightened. Upon seeing you bend down to grab a bar of chocolate, the neckline of your shirt was big enough to expose the black strap of your bra.

‘Behave, Shota.’ His mind scolded him. ‘This is the only line you should NOT cross. At least not yet.’

Through your peripheral vision, you could see just how much your plan had worked. His squinted eyes only gave away his deposition. Flicking your hair just as you faced him, you caught a hold of his stare and blinked innocently.

“What’s wrong,” You took a step forward as you got a hold of your things. “Shota?”

His eyebrow jerked and his mouth was now a desert. Not wanting for things to get out of hand, he walked past you and made his way to the counter. Every ounce of his concentration focused on not pinning you against the wall and giving the cashier a show. Biting the corner of his tongue he paid for his purchase and waited outside as you paid for yours.

“You okay, sensei?” The last word was rather breathy, just as you intended it to be. Seeing him controlling himself was rather fun. He was struggling and the signs were very subtle. The only thing giving him away were his twitching eyes and furrowed brows.

Grabbing the bag of food from you, he led the way back to campus grounds. His eyes scanning the area and taking note of the small cameras set up on the street lights. The both of you were now approaching a blind spot. Letting out a rather long sigh, he held on to your wrist and pulled you into the dimly lit area.

“Be quiet.” Aizawa instructed.

Your eyes widened as you began to realize what he was planning on doing. The cameras would surely pick all of that up but then again, if he knew the area well then it should be fine. Heart now racing, you chewed on your inner cheek as the both of you were now approaching the blind spot. The small alcove one of the buildings had.

Things were now a blur.

The small squeak that escaped your mouth as your back hit the wall was immediately muted when his lips crashed into yours. Literally taking your breath away, you eased into the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled the elastic band from his hair. On your tiptoes, you leaned on to his torso for support. Your knees were now barely functioning.

Knowing what was running through your thoughts, he bent down a little. His hands held tracing whatever curves your body had to offer. When you began to nibble on his lip, his hand grabbed your knee pit and lifted you. More than happy that you instantly clung your legs around his waist.

Tugging on his hair, he accidentally let out a small groan. Feeling your soft lips making their way towards his neck sent was enough for him to tighten his hold on you. The sucking sensation that followed made his member twitch and his pants tighten. A chill ran down his spine when your tongue trailed its way up to his jaw.

“Fuck...” He growled once your noses were touching once more. Running his tongue across your lip, you parted your mouth to give him entry. Tugging on your lower lip, he went back in with a much more long and thorough kiss. When he parted his lips from yours, his hot citrusy breath brushed your face. “Don’t tease me unless you know what you want, kitten.”

“Oops.” You brushed your nose against his. Your heavy lidded eyes hazy with need. The way he gave you a pet name hit differently. “My bad~”

The tips of his lips began to travel down your neck. Using his nose to move the neckline of your shirt, he licked a patch of your skin before biting on to it. The small moan echoing in his ears made curious. What other sounds could he make you do if he were given the chance?

‘This isn’t the right place, Shota.’ Once again his thoughts managed to save him from moving any further.

Pecking your lips once more, he put you down and patted your head. Despite the dimness, he could still see how flushed you were. Fixing himself, he looked at his watch and gestured that it was time to head back.

“Just in time for curfew~” You teased. “I won’t get in trouble now, right?”

“(Y/N).” He brushed his fingers with yours. The short contact the both of you shared was something his body still yearned for. “You are aware that you're still 17 right?”

“Yes.” Your step still had a certain hop to them. “And I’m aware that my birthday is coming up.”

“I’m not implying anything.” He handed your bag of food. Now giving a safe distance between you two. “I just want us to be careful. You’re still young.”

“Are you doubting?” The slight sadness in your voice was something you couldn’t hold back. “If it clears things up, I really am serious about you. I was shocked but elated that you were more than willing to try if things would work out. But, if you really don’t want to do this then I’ll back out. At least it’s still early and won’t hurt as much.”

“I never said I didn’t want to do it.” He stated. “What happened back there, I almost got carried away. I wouldn’t want you to regret this or… us.”

“Us?” The smile on your face was rather adorable for him. You felt your cheeks heating up at the confirmation that there really is something between you two and that it wasn’t just you carrying the feelings.

Lifting the corners of his mouth, he patted your head once more before picking his pace up. Ready to head back to the teacher’s dorms.

“Wait for my call later,” He glanced at you over his shoulder. A smirk on his face. “Kitten.”

“That I will, Aizawa-sensei.” You replied with a huge smile on your face.

Running back to the dorms, you carefully opened the doors. Making sure that no one was around, you snuck across the hall and took the stairs. The dimly lit hallway towards your room made things easier.

Moments later, you were now munching on chips. Your phone rang and for the rest of the night, till one of you finally caved in to slumber, Aizawa and you spent it on talking about whatever topics came to your mind.

At the end of call, both of you agreed that convenience stores would now be a recurring thing.

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