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animeyanderelover · 5 months

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Yay, your recs are open! Hope you're doing great and your health is good :)

This one is pretty dark, so ignore this if smth!

If you know about Tomie, could you do some jjk characters of your choice with a darling with similar powers? Like, she can't die fully, always returns no matter how cruel was her death, and for some reason all non-sorcerers are going crazy after being in contact with her for a some time – and, maybe, at some point even a yandere starts feeling a strange need to cause harm to her. Bonus points if she gives femme fatale vibes, but actually is much sweeter and kinder person than she may look.

Thanks, and have a great day!

I hope you don't mind that I made the darling in here the curse of obsession because this would fit the theme very nicely and would crank the Yandere scale to an incredibly creepy level. I know a bit about her since my best friend is a huge fan of Junji Ito works and she especially adores Tomie and Uzumaki.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, manipulation, isolation, abduction, death of s/o, murder, mentions of cannibalism, nudity, mentions of dub-con, sexual themes, starvation

The curse of eternal obsession

Okkotsu Yuta

💍Walking through the streets of Tokyo, no human would suspect you to be the cursed being that you are. Instead there is an aura of allure and mystery around you, something that seems to draw them to you like a moth to a flame. Bound to be consumed by the fire. Yet Yuta seems to bring a quick end to your life when he senses your eerie cursed energy. There are no words spared as he attacks you, your calm and beautiful face chilling as he exorcises you as if you have lived through death already multiple times before. Your face is something that seems to be stuck in his mind as it is the thing he sees as soon as he closes his eyes. It agitates him, disturbs him but he tries to calm himself by reminding himself that he has already killed you. Until he meets you again in the middle of the fight as you sit on the ground, surrounded by the blood of two men who have stabbed each other to death. When your eyes meet his own, there is the same serene look on your face as Rika brutally assaults you and Yuta watches how she tears you apart, a lump in his throat.

💍You should be dead. He watched how Rika murdered you. He even murdered you one time himself. Yet only a few days later you stand in front of him again, greeting him politely before you walk away, your hair swaying in the wind. Yuta can only watch you with a racing heart whilst you disappear in the crowd. A few days later he receives word that a group of friends were found all dead. The police suspects that all of them strangled and beat each other to death in violent ways that are rare to find and his mind immediately suspects you to be the culprit. Whenever you appear it only takes a few days before news about violent deaths and gruesome suicides appear on the news as your mere presence seems to drive non-sorcerers to madness yet he has seen with his own eyes that you seem to possess an immortality unlike anything he has ever seen. To protect the public from your cursed energy, he captures you the next time he finds you.

💍Yet when he tracks you down he is witness to a violent crime that would have made the average person empty their stomach. Even Yuta can't help the creeping feeling of horror as he watches a woman dismembering you with a saw before she cuts her own neck with the saw until she dies of blood loss. There is a strange sense of fury flowing through his veins as he collects every part of you, his heart clenching when he picks up your head with dull and lifeless eyes yet to his great disturbance even dismembered and dead, you still possess an attractiveness that he shouldn't feel about a violated corpse. He locks all of the parts away from you instantly and stays away from the room you are in to clear his mind and get away from the cursed energy you still seem to produce even in your temporary death. He can't get a wink of sleep that night as his heart never stops pounding nor does he seem to get your face out of his mind. When he gathers the courage the next morning to peek inside the room, his heart tumbles when he sees that you have regenerated and sit there completely naked, the sight of your body sending sparks of arousal through his body before he hurries up to give you something to wear.

💍He keeps you there, locked inside the basement and stays as far away from you as possible. He has never encountered a curse such as you that has affected him as greatly as you do and he has to fight constantly against the temptation to see you as he finds himself standing in front of the door separating you from him multiple times a day, his nails digging into his palms as he bites his lips until he can taste blood. Even when he is not seeing you, Yuta can still sense the cursed energy of yours that is wrapping itself around his body like a snake and as weeks pass by, he finds himself falling asleep to horrifying fantasies about you that have him waking up drenched in sweat and with a raging boner that only throws him down into a spiral of disgust, shame and insanity. Until one day after roughly three weeks your cursed energy disappears. He should feel relieved about it yet his heart drops with such intense anxiety that has him nearly ripping out the door leading to your room. As soon as he sees your thin and dead body laying on the ground, he feels something shattering as he suddenly bursts out in tears. He starved you to death.

💍He carries your light and thin body to his own bed and lays you down before he waits. He sits there and waits for hours in agony until your cursed energy picks up strength again and your body regains its healthy and otherwordly beauty. As soon as your eyes flutter open, Yuta's face is the first thing you sees. His heart starts beating with excitement as he tells you that he will prepare something to eat for you before he rushes to the kitchen. It is only after he has prepared the food and serves it to you that he realises what he is doing and for a short moment he feels a spark of hot wrath that you have reduced him to this yet when you open your mouth and he hears your voice for the first time, his anger melts away. It is a soft and sweet sound that echoes in his mind long after you have told him your gratitude for the food. An infatuated smile appears on his face as he watches you eat the food before he asks you if you would like to take a bath. The following days you suddenly get a lot more freedom, although you are still kept within the house but that isn't solely because you are a threat to non-sorcerers anymore. It is also because Yuta feels a possessive yearning to see you whenever he wants.

💍You are unlike any curse he has ever seen. Not only are you beautiful and gorgeous but you are also soft-spoken, kind and even somewhat shy. You help him with the household as you insist on showing your gratitude by preparing him meals and washing his clothes to the point where Yuta feels like you are his housewife and that image has his heart racing and his body reacting. You insist on sleeping on the couch when Yuta offers you to share a bed with him as you don't want to breach his private space and you reject it until he snaps at you with a frightening look on his face and a tight grip on your arms that could break bones. He instantly withdraws his hands when he regains his sanity and apologises hastily to you with tears in his eyes. He clings to your warm body at night, taking deep whiffs of your scent. Everything about you drives him crazy, the feeling of your skin against his electrical. There is a constant arousal keeping him half-hard at night as temptation grows stronger until he starts dry-humping against your thigh or ass, praying that you are asleep. Until you one night run your fingers soothingly through his hair whilst he is humping, causing him to let out a choked moan as he cums.

💍Yuta spends weeks on cloud nine as he fully indulges in everything. He treats you like his precious wife as he buys you cute dresses and even gifts you a ring which he insists for you to wear. You never deny him anything as you allow his touchy behavior as he holds your hands, kisses you and eventually even has sex with you and this fuels Yuta's delusion that you feel the same as he does. It is almost sickening how sweet he acts with you. All until one day he crosses paths with an acquaintance who knew someone who came in contact with you and when Yuta finds out that they know about your existance, he suddenly feels a feeling of paranoia about your safety as he suddenly sees this non-sorcerer as a threat to you. He feels the urge to call out Rika but decides to pry for information for now. They open up to him, perhaps because they just want to tell someone who shows interest as no one has believed them so far and the story that they tell him shatters his pretty delusion. They tell him how their dead ex-lover left them for you, abducted you and apparently even had sex with you and how they called them moments before they jumped from a building to tell them in tears that they ended up killing you.

💍Yuta lets Rika kill that person within the same day as a wrath has suddenly festered inside of him. At first he believes that they are lying because you only love him and you would never allow another person to touch you the same way he touches you. You love him. But when he sees their corpse, a realisation slowly settles in. You are a curse. A curse that has always driven people mad and Yuta is no exception. He's just killed an innocent non-sorcerer. And it's your fault. Disgust, pain and wrath cause him to spiral down violently as he all but storms back to his house to murder you and take revenge on you for deceiving and using him. When he arrives home, he finds you asleep on the couch and for a moment his eyes just take in your beauty as you lay there so innocently before his gaze zooms in on your neck. In the next moment he is choking you, his body on top of yours. Your eyes fly open as you start whining and choking whilst he is watching you with a dark glint in his eyes, taking in with joy your suffering form. Then your eyes meet his own though. No shock, ne fear, no guilt. Instead all he sees inside those orbs is acceptance and pity. You are pitying him.

💍It is this look in your eyes that throws him off as he lets go and stumbles away from you, staring at you with shock and agitation. Why are you giving him this look?! You don't say anything as you instead just give him a sweet smile that tears his heart open. What kind of monster are you to deceive him even now? You know how much he adores that smile of yours. He's on the verge of crying as he pulls out his katana to dismember you but then he suddenly freezes. His wrath dies down as he stares at the katana in his hands and his eyes widen as he drops it and sinks down on his knees as he suddenly becomes aware of his own horrifying thoughts he just had. He just looks at you for a few minutes before he suddenly bursts out in tears when he seems to realise something. That you never had any choice but allow people to do what they want to do with you. Your own curse brings you as much misery as everyone around you and your immortality forces you to endure it over and over again. You are a victim. He crawls back on top of you and apologises to you whilst his hot tears fall on your face, promises you in between sweet kisses on your neck that he will never harm you again.

Gojo Satoru

🩵There you are, walking through the streets together with a man following you with infatuated eagerness as he constantly points at stores and offers to blow all of his money on you yet you only shake your head politely. Your cursed energy isn't oppressing nor is it filling the entire area but Satoru can sense how potent it is as he happens to be in the same area as you. He's currently there to buy something for his students when he senses you and blue eyes instantly race over the crowd to detect the source of it. An exceptionally beautiful man himself, even he can't deny your sheer beauty as he finally finds you. He watches as you point to a store selling candy and the man who is accompanying you eagerly nods his head before he rushes to buy you something. You seem to observe him for a while before you turn your head in an inhuman way and your own glowing eyes meet Satoru's as you have recognised his presence as well and want to let him know about it. Your cursed energy spikes and Satoru wonders if he will have to use his Domain Expansion if you decide to attack but you don't seem to plan on doing so as you crack your head back and wait with folded hands for the man to return.

🩵Something about you is off though, majorly off, so Gojo decides to follow you. You have clearly seduced the man who seems to be on all four for you and Satoru doesn't blame him. You are beautiful and gorgeous as even your cursed energy is tempting but that won't stop Gojo from exorcising you. He is even bold enough to approach you when your victim leaves you alone for a moment to murmur in your ear that you appear quite calm despite the fact that you know that he is following you. You only glance at him briefly and Satoru almost drowns in those enchanting eyes of yours before a loud yelling interrupts him. So lost was he in your gaze that he didn't even notice the man returning. If looks could kill, Gojo would have died thrice now as he can quite literally see the man shaking with rage and for a few seconds Gojo is convinced that he will come for his throat before the man just grabs your hand violently and drags you away. Blue eyes narrow as Satoru waits for a while before he decides to trail after you again. He suddenly has a bad feeling about this and eventually he finds out the apartment where the man apparently lives. He's already standing in front of the door when the commotion suddenly starts.

🩵Loud screams and wails belonging to the man are heard, crying out your name before they are followed by screams of pain and the shattering of a window. That's when Gojo breaks the door open and the scene he sees inside is not pretty. Shards of a broken vase are stuck in your neck and even your now deformed face and the shattered window is painted with red blood from the now dead man who must have hit his head against it until it broke and he died. Yet Gojo can still sense the cursed energy from you, can almost feel it crawling towards his own body. He watches your bloody form alarmed, something warning him that something truly isn't right with even though he can't figure out what it is. When he notices your fingers twitching and your body twisting, he acts quicker than he can even react as he kills you and senses your cursed energy vanishing completely. A few days later he decides to visit the graveyard of the man as he has for some reason not been able to forget about you. When he senses a familiar cursed energy though, he feels his muscles tensing as this shouldn't be possible. Yet there you are, kneeling in front of the graveyard.

🩵He is instantly behind you, throwing a shadow over you as his hands linger over your head as if considering to rip it off yet he doesn't as his eyes narrow in confusion and wariness. You are supposed to be dead. Why are you still alive? You lean your head back to look at him and only greet him politely before you arrange the flowers you have brought with you on the man's grave before standing up again and leaving. The white-haired man stops you though as he grabs your arm so tightly that your bone might break as he asks you how you are still alive. You cascade your gaze very shortly down to the ground, seemingly reminiscing about something, before you meet his intense gaze. He could swear that you almost look a bit sad as you merely tell him that you are eternal. You hold his gaze for too long until he feels threatened to get lost in those eyes again which causes him to let go of you. Blue eyes are glued to your form as you walk gracefully away, his eyes roaming over the shape of your body until he can't sense you anymore. Only then does he feel the urge to follow you die down a bit.

🩵He is almost ashamed of his own lack of self-control when he senses your energy a few weeks later again and the urge to see you again just takes over him. Truth is, he has been thinking about you a lot ever since. Your mysterious words have stuck with him as he has been trying to figure out what you meant and your hypnotising gaze has been following him in his sleep. He is shocked to find you though. Half-naked and with deep cuts littering your skin as you are held down by the neck as the man above you traces a long knife down the curves of your body. Briefly he is reminded of your deformed face and bloody body when he met you for the first time and suddenly rage starts to cloud his vision. A hot wave of jealousy falls over him for the way the man touches you so closely and ire takes hold of him for it looks like he is about ro rape you. Gojo knocks him instantly out, perhaps a bit too strong as blood starts seeping from his head. He quickly offers you the jacket he is wearing to cover your bare upper body with before he grabs your wrist and tells you that you'll come with him. You beg him to call an ambulance for the man before you come with him and Satoru is surprised to hear those words.

🩵He almost doesn't want the man to receive help but then he snaps out of it and gives you his phone to call the ambulance. It is strange that a curse wants to help a human, especially since that human looked like he was about to sexually force himself on you and kill you at the same time. You are indeed very strange and he finds himself looking at you the entire time out of curiosity and since your beauty is very outstanding. He should kill you but he has already tried this and somehow you just appeared again so he has a feeling that it wouldn't work even if he would try again. He doesn't want to kill you for some reason though. Instead he brings you to his home and tells you that he wants to keep you in here until he has figured out what you are and what to do to you. You give him a silent nod before you ask him if there is anything you can do whilst he keeps you here and this is not what Gojo expected to hear. You really are a peculiar curse. He monitors you very closely the following days as you walk around the house to memorise the interior and every room and whe he realises that you seem to have a love for books, he ends up buying you entire shelves worth of them. The giddy grin you give him has his heart pounding.

🩵You are well-read and seem to have existed for quite a long time already as far as Satoru can tell from the knowledge you share with him. As much joy as it gives him to see you happy, he starts feeling jealous that you spend so much time reading books. He wants attention, more attention than you already give him. It just isn't enough. It escalates very quickly when you one day ask him to wait until you have finished this book. Only a few pages are left yet somehow those words make Satoru snap as he snatches the book out of your hands and rips it apart. Blue eyes ablaze with agitation yet also a familiar look to you as he bends down so that he is on eye height with you. Hands grab your own harshly, squeezing them as he tells you in a low voice that he despises if you ignore him. You look into his gorgeous eyes, seemingly unfaced from the way he glowers at you before you carefully free one of your hands and reach tentavively out to touch his face. His Infinity is already deactivated, allowing you to touch his face. He lets out a satisfied hum as one of his hands grabs your one touching his cheeks, blue eyes gleaming as he looks at you.

🩵His Infinity around you is mostly deactivated as he encourages you to touch him as much as he is already touching you. Your touches are warm and addictive and he seemingly can't get enough of them. Often you find yourself trapped beneath him, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your chest. You sometimes asks him what he plans to do with you as he is a sorcerer and you are a curse yet he always shuts you up, mostly by kissing you to silence all of your sounds. He does know that technically he should find a way to exorcise you or to at least seal you away yet his whole body is filled with rage when he considers it. He has to keep you a secret from other sorcerers under all means necessary. Not only because of their demands but also because he fears that they would desire you too for your beauty and gentle nature. He notices that you never seem to protest or stop him whenever he becomes very touchy and as sick as that is, Satoru finds himself abusing this. Within a short time he is able to fully indulge in his desires as your nude body is pressed against his own, teasing you here and there as he claims you for himself. He has never seen someone more beautiful than you.

🩵Satoru is almost drunk on you and every word and gesture you do as he is convinced that he would kill anyone who would try to take you away from him. Yet the willingness of yours to let him do whatever he wants with you soon turns into a festering jealousy as he starts wondering if you allowed all the people before him to do everything to you as well. He shouldn't care considering that your curse seems to make people naturally obsessed with you and that he isn't the first and most likely not the last one yet he has already fallen under your spell. His heart threatens to burst as he realises that he will fade whilst you will continue. He won't let anyone else have you after him! You are assaulted by him whilst you are changing clothes, a desperate look in those blue eyes as he begs you to tell him how he can murder you as he tells you about his wish to kill you when his time comes so that no one else will be able to have you after him. When you confess to him that you don't know how you can die, you see the anger and madness flaring up in his eyes as if he is about to attempt to murder you again then and there before he manages to regain his self-control and tells you in a sweet tone that he'll find a way.

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remuslupinslittleslut · 8 months

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poly!marauders getting mad at reader for not letting them study for an upcoming test, and she’s needy and whiny but when they go and help her she’s trying to get herself off so they punish her but after they punish her, they finally give her what she wants

OH this was so much fun!!!

You knew the rules. Not to touch yourself and not to disturb your daddies while they were busy studying. Sometimes, it was just so hard to follow these rules. Laying splayed out on James’ bed, watching your three boyfriends sitting on the floor, studying. There was a big test coming up, but you already knew you’d ace it – you were awesome at potions and rarely had to study for the tests. Your boys, however, usually had to study a lot – even Remus had a hard time preparing for these tests.

“Daddy,” you whined, not being able to hold it any more, “I need love and attention.” You allowed your head to fall off the side of the bed, making up-side-down eye contact with James, your safest bet, as he usually caved first. “And I need it now.”

Unfortunately, even James was stressing over the test and allowed Remus to chastise you.

“Darling, don’t disturb your daddies,” he said, not even looking up from his book, “we only let you stay here if you promised to behave, don’t make me kick you out.”

Huffing, you closed the curtains around the fourposter, turning your back to them, even though they couldn’t possibly see that.

It was so unfair, they could come to you for sex pretty much whenever they wanted – and there were four of them to satiate. But when you needed to relieve some tension it was suddenly a crime to be horny. You knew how upset they would be if you touched yourself, but you really needed it. To your credit, you held out for all of twenty minutes before you caved, dipping a hand into your panties, pushing a finger in between your wettened folds.

Unbeknownst to you, your daddies did want to help you out, and they had secretly agreed to only make you wait for a little while longer. It was truly unfortunate, as the curtains were pushed open, revealing you toying with your own clit.

“Hah! Knew she couldn’t wait for that long,” Sirius mocked.

Ignoring him, Remus sat down on the side of the bed (also ignoring James’ sniggering that you had chosen his bed to get off in), rubbing your calf comfortably. “Now, now, little one,” do you remember the rules you promised to obey?”

“Yes daddy, I remember them,” you said, confidently, happy that he didn’t seem too angry at you.

“Awe, what a good girl, can you tell them to me?”

Nodding, you happily listed them: “don’t disturb daddies, don’t leave the room, don’t touch myself.”

At your words, Remus’ demeanor changed in an instant, hand slapping your naked thigh. “And what did you do? Huh? What did the little slut do?”

“I’m so sorry daddy, but you said not to interrupt and it was an emergency,” you cry out, shame coloring your cheeks red.

“An emergency?” One of his eyebrows shot up, questioningly.

“Yes, daddy, it really hurted I only had to relieve some tension, it was really uncomfy.”

“What punishment should she get today?” Remus asked, turning his body away from you and facing your other daddies.

You laid perfectly still, waiting with anticipation as they discussed your following punishment in hushed voices. Normally, you’d get punishments you actually really enjoyed, like being spanked, overstimulated or wearing your collar, making you extra bratty sometimes, so you could enjoy some of that kinky stuff. Therefore, you were very excited as they turned back to face you, having decided on a punishment for you.

“Hands up and legs spread apart, love,” said James, before being handed handcuffs from Sirius, who had gone to get the big box of fun.

You obliged, letting James tie your hands up against the headboard, as Sirius tied your legs to either side of the lower end of the bed. Before deeming themselves done, they both tugged lightly at the cuffs, making sure they wouldn’t hurt you.

“Now, little one, you’ve been very bad. First, you tried to interrupt daddies studying, and when that didn’t work you touched yourself,” Remus said, towering before you. “You need to be punished for this, you do understand that, right?”

You nodded, not wanting to break any more rules by speaking out of turn.

“You’re going to stay here, and we’ll put a blindfold on you. Then, we’re going to go down for dinner, and when we get back we’ll each take turns using you, and you may not come during this time.”

The air left your body, disappointment filling you all the way up. Remus made Sirius put the blindfold on you, kissing your head softly before you heard them all leave the dorm, closing the door and leaving you behind.

They usually didn’t take that much time eating dinner, but this day it felt as though they ate every bite in slow motion, chewing all their bites one hundred times and making small talk with everyone in the great hall. You despised them in that moment, hating this new type of mean punishment. It felt as though hours had gone by when the door to their dorm was finally opened. With your senses finely tuned for their return, you made out three sets of footsteps entering the room.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one?” Remus asked you, hand coming down to squeeze your tit.

Not sure if you were allowed to speak, you nodded your head, vigorously. This earned you a slap to the tit.

“Use your words, little slut,” Remus said.

Feeling anger rise back up inside you, you quickly had to swallow it down, not wanting to get into more trouble.

“Yes daddy, I learned my lesson, I will not play with myself without permission again,” you said, obediently.

In return, you received only a hum. They made you wait, laying there, legs spread and arms tied up, all for their pleasure, for a few minutes more, just appreciating your delicious body.

Then, someone joined you on the bed, and by the heat of their body, you figured it was James.

“Hi little baby,” he cooed, kissing your nose and patting your cheek.

“Hi daddy,” you breathed, happy to be touched.

His hand reached down between your legs, spreading the wetness around your pussy, making sure you were ready for the penetration that was undoubtedly about to come. Indeed, a few seconds later, his girthy cock pressed into your little pussy, your walls squeezing tightly around him. He stayed still inside you for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling of your warm cunt hugging his cock. You let out a hiss as his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, sensually.

You wished so badly that your arms could wrap around him, holding him close, tugging at the ends of his hair, making him moan into the crook of your neck. The perceived loss made you want to cry, you knew how soft his back was, how lovely it was to run your hands up and down it as his cock continuously pushed against your g-spot. Unable to hold it, you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes as your body shook through your orgasm.

Thinking the punishment was over, you relaxed your body, letting James chase his own orgasm. They had, however, decided to be extra cruel on this day and so – knowing how much you loved the feeling of them coming inside you, pumping you full of their cum – James pulled out in the last second, cock covering only the outer parts of your glistening pussy in cum.

By now, the tears had saturated the blindfold and started to run down your cheeks, hitting the hair around your face. This didn’t stop them however, as you soon felt Remus join you and James on the bed, lightly pushing James away from you, and taking his place.

“Oh no, our little crybaby can’t even handle some cock, what a shame…” he said, placing his arms on either side of your head, pushing his body up and hovering right above you. “I was going to fuck you, but since you can’t handle it, I’ll just do this instead.” He thrust his hips, cock swiping along your pussy, lubed up from your juices mixed with James’ seed.

Even this was torture for you, it felt amazing to have the head of Remus’ cock push against your clit with every stroke, but you missed the feeling of him inside you. With an arched back and tears streaming down your face, you bucked your hips up to try and make him slide in. This made Remus laugh at you, mockingly and pinch your thigh. “You’re such a little baby,” he mocked, “just a little cockwhore.”

It was like he got off on your tears, hips snapping against yours faster, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. “You love this, don’t you, little crybaby, love taking cock, don’t even care where it goes, as long as you get it, so good f’me, little whore.” You knew he got off on degrading you, knew he loved tearing you down before building you up, but it was hard to remember as he kept throwing insults at you. You almost reached your breaking point as he grabbed a hold of your chin, holding your mouth open and spitting in it. It felt so degrading, but also so hot, you felt overwhelmed as the tip of his cock against your sensitive nub sent you over the edge, both of you coming at the same time, his cum blended with James’ as it ran down your cunt, pooling beneath your bum. Patting your cheek, Remus leant down, kissing your forehead. “Good girl.”

Your body was spent, legs aching, face irritated from the tears, pussy oversensitive from all the fucking. But you knew you had one more daddy to please. Feeling yourself enter another headspace, you braced yourself for Sirius to use you, as the two others had before. “Hi little baby,” he said, softly, wiping the tears from your cheek. “Are you sensitive here?” He pinched your clit, eliciting a very loud noise from the back of your throat. “Hmm, better use this little hole then,” he said, thumb pushing past your lips.

Climbing over your body, he placed his knees on either side of you, fore and middle fingers pushing into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, making you drool all over your chin and throat. “Yeah, that’s a good little slut,” he said, as his fingers left your mouth, cock pushing into it instead.

You lost all perception of reality as your head went deep into subspace, mouth falling open, all for your daddies’ pleasure. You trusted them completely, and knew they’d take care of you, so you allowed yourself to let go, filling your head with only daddy Sirius, and, most importantly, his cock, sliding in and out of your open mouth. You had no idea how much time passed until he pulled out, jerked himself a few times, and then spilled over your face, fingers coming down to spread the mess around.

Somewhere in the background, you heard a camera snap, but you couldn’t be sure, as you had lost all touch of reality. You didn’t even notice your hands and legs being untied, didn’t feel the soft, warm hands rubbing the points that had been tied. When the blindfold was pulled off, you weren’t at all prepared for the ache in your eyes as light hit.

“Hi baby,” James said, kissing you all over your face, brushing the teary hair away.

“Sit up love,” said Sirius before pulling one of Remus’ shirts over your head, helping you put your arms through the holes. He then scooted himself behind you, letting your back fall against his chest. James still caressing your face, kissing you and whispering sweet words.

“Here you go, love, open up,” Remus said, pushing a straw into your mouth, helping you drink water. When you had swallowed the water, he lifted a fork up to your face. They had brought you dinner.

Once he had made you eat a few bites, he put the plate away for a little bit, taking your hands in his and rubbing them softly. “Are you with us, darling?”

You giggled, “Yes daddy, I’m right here.” Still lost in subspace, you didn’t understand the silly question.

“That you are, love, my bad,” he said, kissing your hands. “I love you so much, little one, you did so well for us.”

“You really did,” Sirius agreed from behind you, “such a good girl.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said, feeling yourself become shy at their kind words.

“Let’s get some rest,” James said, moving you from Sirius’ lap and pulling you into his body. Your hands instinctively went around his neck, fingers burying themselves in soft locks of messy hair.

“Love you daddies,” you said, contently, before you fell asleep in the arms of your lovers.

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missshirophantom · 29 days

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I love your yandere Sebastian Solace so much <3 could you make a request on him having female reader in his shop after kidnapped the reader from her journey on getting the crystal to escape the place where she is forced to stayed in his shop- Where nothing but some noisy other prisoners/people could disturb his time with being with only your presence. When one of prisoners flashed him of the flashlight she took the opportunity to escape the shop without alerting Sebastian of her leaving due not wanting to risk getting caught (sorry if this doesn't make sense)

From the author : hello! I'm glad of that. It took a while, but it's done. I apologize if there is something wrong in the written request or if I misunderstood something. I hope you don't mind that I came up with the name of this one... Stories, yes. And I hope you don't mind the slight rigidity typical of yandex. content. I apologize also if this is short or a little concise, I was in a hurry when I wrote this, plus I was busy writing one story that I finally finished. Have a nice read :D

Warning : female reader, references to bondage (not really), mention of slight isolation, threat of fracture and amputation of a limb, possessive behavior, yandere.

Number of words : 1856

I Warned You

A lot of things have been happening in your life lately. The time before you were put in jail does not matter. Whether you were actually imprisoned for a crime or not. The important thing is that in the end you agreed to the offer of a certain company Urbanshade. All you wanted was to finally get out of this prison, especially when the woman was not living very well there.

However, you never even allowed the thought that this seemingly simple matter would turn out to be so dangerous.

Meetings with these... Creatures that have left you with nightmares. You didn't even think then that it could be worse than just being in jail. At least there was some respite, but here you're just in eternal fear for your life.

You weren't exactly sure what attracted one of these creatures named Sebastian, as he calls himself. Especially when you came to his store several times for, most often, a first-aid kit.

So that didn't explain why he kidnapped you and kept you in his store. It was especially frustrating that you were pretty close to that damn crystal and the long-awaited freedom. Literally a few steps away, and then you lost consciousness before you woke up in a man's store.

You were afraid to do anything. More precisely, you tried, but Sebastian's threats were sufficiently eloquently that you did not think of doing anything to his satisfaction.

Compared to what happened to you in prison before, being here is not a bad thing. If you think about it optimistically.

There was food, albeit mostly raw meat, and canned goods from the warehouses of this base. There was also a soft, very soft, place to sleep. And a little entertainment in the form of reading the documents that Sebastian allowed you to take and talking with him.

What you definitely didn't like, and even scared, was the almost constant attempts of a man to bite you. He also kept you wrapped up with his tail all the time when you were sleeping or "annoyed" him when he was busy. You didn't know what it was about, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

And you also hated when he used handcuffs to keep you in his "lair" while he went to get supplies. Even when you behaved well, he did it anyway, deliberately not believing you and mocking you. Which was true, but your wrists hurt because of the uncomfortable position and even turned a little red where the metal rubbed against your skin.

You reluctantly accepted it.

An attitude, but definitely not a position.

You were afraid of what Sebastian might do to you if you did run away, but damn. You were so eager to get out and finally get freedom, despite the fact that your last attempt was unsuccessful, and the scar on the back of your neck still hurt. A reminder of your "misconduct," as a man hissed in your ear during his bad days. And then there's the daily mockery...

Even his "good" attitude towards you does not cover what is here, especially with him, is unbearable.

But subconscious fear, as well as those memories of your past escape attempts, made you freeze in place when you stood next to the ventilation hole open to customers.

About the customers...

These are the days that allowed you to exhale a little, because it was at such moments that Sebastian's close attention and obsession were less, because he was distracted by the prisoners who bought things from him. And it also lifted your spirits a little, because you could talk a little with those prisoners who did not treat girls disgustingly.

It's good that your abductor did not interfere with this, even if he frowned and became more intrusive after the person left.

You fidgeted a little in your seat while you were sitting on one of the iron boxes, looking bored at the book in your hands, which you reread for the third time. Sebastian brought you this book from one of his outings. The plot was not bad and you even liked it, although after each re-reading, the book turned out to be quite boring. And not only because you already knew the story.

You listened out of the corner of your ear to the mumbling of a visiting prisoner who was fiddling with his research, greedily looking at some of the things being sold in Sebastian's bags.

As far as you remember, this person lacked literally several dozen studies to buy this. It could be seen that they were clearly in distress.

You put the book aside, raising your head.

Sweat broke out on the man's face as they rummaged in all their pockets, desperately looking for more research, but not finding it, began to sweat harder. At the time, Sebastian was looking at them maliciously, folding his two arms over his chest, clearly enjoying the discomfort of the prisoner.

You frowned quite a bit at this. Suddenly, a rather unexpected thought came to your mind: what if?..

It is at this second that the man pulls out a Flash Beacon and pulls the trigger, clearly hoping to steal the right thing in this way.

And at the same moment, when Sebastian's angry and painful scream rang out, you rushed to the vent and crawled through it.

You acted on pure instincts, moving as if your life depended on it. You could hear an even louder, angry scream as you ran out of the hallway, followed by the sound of a gunshot.

You didn't remember how long you ran like that, but you had to run as far as possible, especially when you acted so impulsively and did not report this action to Sebastian in any way... Although, if that had happened, he would have handcuffed you to a pipe or a staircase railing... But you just wanted to feel freedom at least for a short time, even without resuming the path to the crystal.

Your legs barely held you up and hurt a lot from the sudden and prolonged running, which almost made you stumble. You were breathing heavily, almost hoarsely, leaning against the wall. Gradually, as you catch your breath, you begin to fully realize what you have done.

Damn it, what have you done?

What is the chance that in this case Sebastian will not give you a very strong punishment? And then he will move with his magician to another place so that it will be harder for the prisoners to get to him, and also so that you are not familiar with the situation?..

Although it was not this that scared you more, but what kind of punishment a man would apply for your impulsiveness ...

You swallowed nervously, involuntarily looking down at your legs, which were trembling after running... Or maybe from fear of the unknown.

You started when you heard a noise in the next room and ran again, as if your life depended on it. Which was not far from the truth.

You heard a very familiar angry growl behind you, which caused you to accelerate, panicking, looking for a place where you could hide from danger. In the next room, you find a small overturned closet among other furniture scattered throughout the room, and hurry inside. You clamped your hands over your mouth, curled up in a trembling ball in the corner of the furniture.

You held your breath when you heard another crash and thud, but it was all in this room.

— Where are you, little fish? — The voice was full of growls and hisses, quite far from human speech and literally inhuman.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to move a muscle, when you heard the sound of a body sliding on the floor, as well as the way the furniture moved, almost breaking under the force of the hybrid's claws.

— Do you remember I warned you not to run away? Or have you forgotten that?! — there was another sound of furniture moving, but this one, apparently, flew into the wall. Dangerously close to where you were— ah, I knew you were dumb, but to be so lovely?

You tried not to flinch or sob at his tone and noise as he broke furniture next to you, clearly venting his anger.

— Should I break you or amputate your leg so that you stop thinking about escaping, huh?!

You shuddered weakly, shrinking into a ball from his threat, barely breathing through the tears that silently flowed from your eyes. Of course, you guessed that something would be determined, but... No, no, no...

— If you come out now, I won't do anything to you, little fish, — the tone of the voice dropped, and the hissing was not heard so much now.

But for some reason it scared you even more, which is why the instincts in your body made you freeze in place. You've never felt so terrified, even when you almost ran away the last time. You felt like a real prey next to a large predator, ready to attack and eat right like that.

Because of fear, time seemed to freeze for you, as well as all the noise that began to move further and further away from you, indicating that Sebastian was moving away from your hiding place. You were still trembling, barely able to move for the first few seconds, when you realized he was gone.

It took about a few dozen minutes before you could move, when the paralyzing fear began to subside from you. By that time, all the noise had stopped and it was terribly quiet.

It bothered you a lot and you were afraid to open the closet door, but you couldn't sit here for a long time because of a little claustrophobia and fear that the hybrid might come back and find you.

You wiped the tears from your cheeks with a trembling hand, exhaling raggedly and hesitantly and very slowly unlocked the locker door.

At the same moment, your hand was intercepted and you were literally yanked out of hiding with your scream.

You saw your own frightened reflection in Sebastian's inhuman eyes. A sob escaped your lips, breaking the silence, then a terribly quiet voice was heard:

— I. Warned. You.

#pressure roblox #yandere sebastian solace x reader #pressure roblox x reader #roblox #sebastian solace x reader #yandere oneshot #request #requests #yandere requests

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re-colligere · 2 months

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The Gene Archives: All the Other Ships

More ship stuff, this time all the other guys that aren't fashion disaster <3

As per usual, warning for old ass art and a lot of images.

Fashion Disaster | General Art

I. BRICKSTAR

I think this was my second favorite ship next to Disear back then. I still find them pretty neat (and the 2nd movie certainly added fire to the flames, im sure) but funnily enough it's not in the forefront of my mind as much anymore. For personal headcanon reasons. Still think the dynamic's very fun.

II. JORILEY

um. APPARENTLY? ?? It was probably the heteronormative side of my head that somehow got attached to this average hwhite boy enough to ship him with Riley. I don't know how to feel about them now really...I think they're better as friends. Only half-related but I rewatched Riley's First Date? and that's STILL so funny to me I need more shorts like that actually. Please Pixar I'm begging on my knees I need to see other characters' emotions and stuff as the focus pleas please pleaseeeee

This last one very much doubles as a disear thing, but this gets to be here.

III. JOYNESS

They get to have their own section because I'm not normal about them now, and this disturbing lack of yuri is unacceptable. This is a reminder of my crimes I need to atone for. I'm so sorry women.

IV. THE OTHER SHIPS

Collection of other sillies that I didn't focus on too much, still think they're all adorable though :'] I think a majority of these were tumblr requests as well.

Sorry I did the "Anger pulling Fear's nose to kiss him" twice. I think it's still a fun way to get Fear's tall n lanky ass down to kiss mr. blockhead over there.

Also, Sadness x Sweaters is peak actually!!

V. FANKIDS

There's not that much I made... I drew more fusions than fankids, and I'm putting the fusions in a separate post because I didn't exclusively design them with romance as the starting point for the emotions. Also there's a lot of drawings and I kinda want to fluff up the "general" post with more thangs in there.

Unsurprisingly, it's mostly the disear fankids. Surprisingly, there's also tearnerve babies in here. ??

I've remade Revulsion in his own post, but he does have a little sister! I'm unsure of bringing her back. I probably will...

Good lird....the anxiety.............

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meo-on-prairie · 1 year

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No Body, No Crime

Satosugu x reader

Prompt: You know in your soul that he did it, but there are no ways for you to prove a feeling. But you can play this game he started, and you won’t give up until the day he dies.

Words count: 6.3k

Tags: Satosugu x reader established, Fluff, angst, murder, Slightly suggestive, crime. TW: death, murder, dismemberment, disturbing actions, infidelity, manipulation, and revenge mdni.

Rambling: I was on the verge of tears when I finished this fic, idek if I like it anymore lmao, so if you don't like it, idk what to tell you lmao. I honestly don’t know what to tag this fic as. Just like beware that it’s inspired by: “no body, no crime” by Taylor Swift (of course), The Glory K-drama, and the countless murder podcast I listen to while driving. I hope yall enjoy.

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Odd. Shoko is late, 2 hours late to be exact. She’s not exactly the most punctual person you know but she has never been this late. Especially not on the monthly dinner with you, Suguru, and Satoru. After graduating college together, the 4 of you have made a point to have dinner together at least once a month.

This monthly dinner is something none of you would ever miss. All of you have been making it work for years, through the career changes, through your shitty ex-relationship, through the time when you were confused about how you feel toward Satoru and Suguru. Even after Shoko decided to get married to this Neonatologist named Andrew she met at the hospital she works at, the 4 of you still keep up the routine.

The three of you took turns calling her the past 2 hours and nothing. Straight to voicemail. Not even a text saying she can’t make it today and to reschedule. Odd. you can’t get rid of this nauseating feeling in your stomach.

“Let’s go” you stand up abruptly and begin to walk out of the restaurant toward the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” Satoru asked. Both him and Suguru hurried after you. Satoru unlocked the car, and Suguru opened the door for you to get in. Ever since you joined the relationship, they made a point to never let you drive or touch the car door, ‘you’re our treasure, you will be treated like one’.

“I want to drop by Shoko’s place, maybe she’s got tired from her night shift and overslept or something, I don't know, I just want to make sure nothing is wrong.” You’re panicking, they can see that. During college, if Satoru and Suguru were attached by the hips, you and Shoko were never one without the other. You can’t simply just shake off this anxiety you feel when it comes to your best friend.

They nodded and got into the front seats. They don’t question you. They know how much Shoko means to you, not to mention she’s their friend too. Satoru drives the three of you to Shoko’s place while Suguru tries to calm your anxiety.

“It’s okay, Sweet. You’re probably right about her being deep asleep due to her night shift. She seems pretty stressed and tired lately from her text.” Suguru reasoned.

Satoru gives a slight nod and adds, “Her phone could be dead, and she missed the alarm that would wake her up for our dinner”.

“Yeah… I hope you’re right.” You feel slightly better from the reasonable and likely scenarios they proposed. Still, it couldn't get rid of this sinking feeling you feel in your stomach..

After a short drive, you three reach Shoko’s house. You notice that her husband's truck is in front of the driveway, the tires are brand new, it looks like he just got them replaced today. Odd. Very rarely do people replace all their tires at once. You chalk it up to just coincidence. You walk toward her door and ring the doorbell, Andrew answers the door.

“Hey man, is Shoko home? She was supposed to meet us for dinner around 2 hours ago.” Satoru greeted

“No. She’s not home. I don't know where she is.” Andrew answered abruptly.

“Well, did something happen? Did some emergency come up with her family? She’s your wife, out of everyone she would at least tell you where she is.” Suguru pressed him for more information. It doesn’t make sense for him to not know where his wife is at this hour.

“I told you! I don’t know where she is! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a night shift to get ready for.” With that, Andrew slammed the door to your faces.

Odd. He sounded agitated, and anxious. Like he’s trying to hide something… deny something. Your whole body is shaken in fear with the thoughts of the worst. Nothing makes sense. Shoko would never just vanish without telling anyone. She literally messaged the group chat yesterday saying she’ll see you three at dinner and she has something to tell you all. Nothing makes sense.

Satoru noticed how pale your face had gone and immediately pulled you in for a hug, “It’s going to be okay, Love. She’s going to be okay. We’ll wait till tomorrow and see if she’ll contact us. Then we’ll figure out what to do from there okay?” he said in a hush tone.

“Everything is going to be okay, Sweet. We’ll figure it out together.” Suguru gives your temple a long kiss as he runs his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion.

The three of you drove home in silence. You didn’t dare to leave your phone for one second, you went to sleep with your phone unmuted. Suguru and Satoru make sure at least one of them is by your side at all times. They worry about Shoko too, but they know you need them to be there and keep you grounded. They make sure to hold you extra close that night, you fall asleep in their comforting arms, hoping for the best, but the sinking feeling makes you expect the worst.

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The worst did come. At 6AM, 2 days since you last heard from Shoko, you were woken up by the loud banging on your door.

You groggily lift up the two arms that’s trapping you in bed, then reposition their arm so your boyfriends can cuddle each other instead, you gently close the bedroom door behind you. You walk toward the front door, silently cursing whoever knocked on your door at this crack of dawn hour. When you opened the door, your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Good morning. We recently got a missing person report on Miss Shoko from her husband. Is it okay if we come in to ask you a few questions that could be helpful toward our investigation?” One of the two police officers standing outside your door politely requested.

“Yes…” you answer barely above a whisper, open the door wider for the officers to come in, you call out for Satoru and Suguru for them to wake up and come down to the living room. You lead the officers toward the living room and invite them to sit while you get them water and wait for your boyfriends to come down.

You don't remember much after that. It felt as if time had stopped and the world was crumbling apart. Satoru and Suguru answer the majority of the question, you seem to only be able to answer in ‘yes’ and ‘no’ when the officers specifically address you. You were on autopilot. Your best friend, missing without a trace. Not a single hint on whether she’s dead or alive.

You closed the door after the officers. The moment you hear the ‘click’ of the lock, your legs give out and tears begin to fall from your eyes. You sob uncontrollably, gasping for air. Your shoulders shake violently. This can’t be real. No. you refuse to believe this is reality. Shoko, the person you just talked to on the phone 2 days ago, vanished completely leaving no trace behind.

Satoru and Suguru immediately rush to your side, they wrap their arms around you and hold you tight. They place soft kisses all over you and rub your back in a soothing motion.

“I promise you, Sweet. I’ll make sure to find her for us, okay?” Suguru whispered. Never in a million years did Suguru think he would ever have to find his own missing friend as a detective.

You, Satoru, and Suguru sat there, right in front of the door for hours. Just sitting in each other's embrace and comfort as you three mourn your friend, who you do not know is dead or alive.

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After crying to the point your body can no longer produce anymore tears. You get started on breakfast. Well, not you, you’re too out of it for anything, Suguru is the one cooking, you tried to set up the table but Satoru just guide you to the table and told you to not worry about it.

With nothing to do, you decide to scroll through old messages between you and Shoko. Most of them are about how useless her husband is.

“He can’t even wash the dishes that he used! He ate from them, and then just left them in the sink!”

“This fucker think the laundry magically fold itself! Oh god I want to kill him...” this one makes you giggle a little.

“He said he’s going to work but the nurse just called me cuz they couldn’t reach him and there’s a car accident with a baby in it, where the fuck is he?”

“I just found a big purchase for an expensive bracelet, a month ago in our joint account, he said he thought I bought it. lol maybe he’s cheating on me.” This one caught your attention. It was from 3 weeks ago, you thought Shoko was just joking, you didn’t think too much of it since Shoko said it so casually, unlike the other times she vented about her husband.

No. No. No. No. It can’t be. But the brand new tires, 4 of them, his attitude and response, this message that Shoko sent to you. God, you feel like throwing up.

“He did it…” you breathe out

“What was that, Love?”

“He did it! Andrew killed her! He killed Shoko!” you scream out, throwing your phone across the table so they can see the text message.

“I know he did it! All 4 of his tires are brand new and his attitude when we ask where she was and- and this text from Shoko, he killed her!” Your speech becomes frantic as you explain your reasoning. You rest your head on your hands, trying to just process it all.

Satoru’s eyes widen as they read Shoko’s text. He did it. Satoru feels his stomach sinking as he connects the dots. Everything is as you say, it all points to Shoko’s husband as the culprit. Andrew killed Shoko.

“But we have no proof, until we can find evidence or Shoko’s body, he is innocent” Suguru pointed out. Coming around to the table with the french toasts he was making for breakfast. He placed 2 on your plate. You push your plate away, not feeling like eating with everything you have to take in. Suguru grabs your hand and places a kiss on your finger to make you look at him.

“Sweet, you need to eat, at least half, you’ll only feel worse if you don’t eat. We’ll think about this some more after breakfast okay?” Suguru tries to reason with you. He understands how distress you're feeling right now. He looks over at Satoru, his boyfriend's grip on your phone is making his hand turn white.

Suguru walks over to Satoru, he wraps his arm around Satoru, hugging him tightly from behind to snap him out of it, he then takes your phone away from Satoru’s hand. “You too, ‘Toru, let’s eat first, we’ll figure out what to do after, okay?”

If you and Satoru didn’t know Suguru like part of your soul, you would mistake his calmness for indifference. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth, Suguru is like the calm before the storm, you won’t notice his anger until after it’s all said and done.

You three eat in silence. Suguru is an amazing cook, the french toasts are far from being mediocre. Yet, none of you seem to find the appetite to eat with all the information you need to process.

After breakfast, you tell the boys you’ll clean up and wash the dishes since they cook and set up. Though they agree to not argue with you about it, they end up helping you with washing the dishes anyway.

“What do you want to do, Sweet?” Suguru decided to be the one to talk about the issues that have been weighing yours and their minds.

“I’m not sure, Suguru. There is nothing I can do but hope that they'll be able to find some evidence, or at least her whereabouts.” you said softly, defeatedly. There is truly nothing you can do in this situation.

“Alright then, I’ll ask my boss to put me on the case. Just like I promised you.” Suguru smiled at you.

You feel a pair of arms snake around your torso. Satoru gave Suguru a peck on the lips then rested his head on your shoulder, “We’ll find her, Love. We’ll use whatever means we have and find her.”

You can’t help but smile at their words. Sometimes you ask yourself how you are so lucky to find 2 of your soulmates. You’re so incredibly lucky to be able to love and be loved by them. They make the fickleness of life much easier to navigate. Despite your storm of emotions due to Shoko’s disappearance, you find yourself still able to let go and feel grounded around them. They’re your rocks. You trust their words. You trust them.

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Everything is easier said than done. It has been 6 months since Shoko’s disappearance. Suguru did become head detective of the case just like he promised, but every lead he got resulted in a deadend. At this point the case is considered cold, but Suguru refuses to let it go and continues to investigate by himself. Satoru used his company’s along with his own influence to get the case into headlines in the media, in hope that someone would be able to give Suguru more intel to work with. Satoru even hired someone to spy on Andrew and report back to him once a week.

But with all the walls you've been facing, you’re starting to gaslight yourself into thinking that Andrew is actually innocent, and your intuition is just plain wrong. That is, until the spy on Andrew sent Satoru the weekly report while the three of you were cuddling on the couch watching Barbie.

When Satoru’s phone rings, you don't bother pausing the movie, thinking it’s just gonna be mundane like the other reports the past 6 months. Satoru got up to grab his phone along with some water from the kitchen. His knuckles turn white when he sees what the spy sent him.

“Suguru, Love, you guys need to see this.” Satoru calls out to you two with gritted teeth.

You pause the movie and quickly go to the kitchen, Suguru following you.

“What’s wrong?” Suguru before you could.

“The rat bastard actually brought home his mistress.” Satoru hands you the phone, he’s fuming now, his other hand balled up tightly. Suguru immediately notices and takes Satoru’s hand, holding onto it so Satoru won’t dig his nails into his palm and hurt himself.

You look at the pictures on Satoru’s phone. Andrew holding hands with the mistress. Them carrying boxes from his truck. Her wearing Shoko’s favorite designer dress, a silver bracelet on her left hand. They were going out for dinner. Bastards.

You can feel your gut burn, your heart aching, and tears of anger threaten to spill from your eyes. Suguru’s face is grim, his hand squeezing Satoru just as hard as Satoru squeezing his. All the 3 of you can see is red. Boiling pit of lava in your stomachs. This nuclear waste of a human, not only killed your best friend, but brought his mistress into the house that your best friend bought, let his mistress wear your best friend’s favorite dress, and slept with his mistress in your best friend’s bed.

“I’m going to kill him.” Satoru said with conviction.

“No.” Your tone is scarily calm, “simply killing him won’t be enough.”

Suguru grabs your hand without letting go of Satoru’s hand, brings it to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “What are you thinking, Sweet? We’re ready to be your executioner.”

Satoru nodded in agreement. The red in their eyes can’t be missed. They’re just as furious as you are.

Looking into their resolute gazes, you pulled both Satoru and Suguru into an embrace. They return your feelings by wrapping their arms around you. You always know this, but now more than ever, you truly believe that even if the entire world were to condemn you, these two would burn the world down for you; and so would you for them.

You all know in your souls that he did it, but there are no ways for you to prove a feeling. But you can play this game he started, and you won’t give up until the day he dies. Together with your executioners, You will make the two rats pay for their action.

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Good thing your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, is filthy rich. The private spy he hired gives you a lot of information about the mistress. Her name is Maruka, she’s 10 years younger than Andrew, clearly a sugar-baby. She used to work as a cosmetologist but quitted around 3 months ago. From the words of the people that used to be in her life, her biggest love is money. They can’t fault her for it though, she was one of those orphan kids that was passed around in the foster system, she grew up with her whole life stuffed inside a single garbage bag.

You pitied her life for a bit. Thinking maybe she’s just an innocent bystander that also got rope into Andrew’s scheme. Unfortunately, giving people the benefit of the doubt hasn't been working out for you lately.

You first interact with her at the luxury spa she often frequent after moving in with Andrew. You have the spy let you know when she’s going to the spa so you can join and strike up a friendship with her. When you spot her entering the spa’s sauna, you quickly prepare yourself while reciting the script you have in your head.

You enter the sauna, sit directly in front of Maruka. You wait for a few minutes before striking up a conversation.

“Hi, I’m Ina, do you go to his spa often? I haven’t seen you around before.” You lied, a fake name in case she recognizes your real one.

“I’m Maruka, and yeah, I’m pretty new to this spa. It's been getting pretty serious between me and my boyfriend recently, I even moved in with him so I want to take care of myself for him.” she giggles.

“Aww, that’s cute. How did you meet?” Your inquiries.

“Oh we met at a bar, he bought me a drink and we started talking and we just hit it off, he was so charming.”

“You must be very happy then.” you give her a slight smile, “the way you talk about him, it seem like your relationship is full of sunshine and flower”

“You would think so, but unfortunately he had a wife, so we have to date in secret. But he promised me that he would divorce her for me” she laughs. That pisses you off but you hold down your anger.

“You said you moved in recently, did he finally divorce his wife recently?”

“Oh. My. God. That’s the best part. She disappeared! 6 months ago! She might be dead for all we know so he gets to keep the fancy house. It’s as if we’re destined to be and god was helping us out!” you squeal in excitement.

If Suguru and Satoru were here, they would nominate you for the Oscar for how well you’re able to hold back your anger and continue to be friendly with this piece of work. This shameless woman considers someone’s misfortune as her blessing. Disgusting.

“Wow, that’s impressively lucky, maybe you are being watched over by god.” you said in feint amazement. “We should grab lunch together, you’re fun to talk to, it'll be on me. And I’ll bring you to a nice place where we can test your blessing”

She giggled in happiness, “Sure!”.

You know she would agree as soon as you invite her, this is a luxury spa after all, only those with money and membership can enter. She won’t let go of an opportunity to form connections with someone who is wealthy enough to be in this spa.

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Just as you proposed, you bring her to the most expensive restaurant in town, you have to show your wealth (by using Satoru’s card) so she would want to stick to you even closer. Afterward you bring her to Toji’s horse racing ring.

Toji used to be Shoko’s and Suguru’s smoke and drink buddy in college. He wasn’t necessarily close to your group, but you consider each other friends. So when you come asking him for a favor to avenge Shoko, along with the money to reimburse him. He told you to keep the money and to use his horse racing ring however you please.

“Where are we?” Maruka asked in confusion.

“A horse racing ring, owned by my friend, you should place some bet to test out your blessing.” you giggle.

“If you lose, the ring will only take half of what you bet. But if you win, you’ll win twice the amount you bet, and the ring will only take 10% of what you win. It’s a win-win scenario for everyone. People who play will gain more than they lose, and the ring gains a small revenue to keep it going.” You entice her further.

“Oh, I have never placed a bet before…” She hesitated a little, but clearly still interested.

“Here,” you hand her a slip of paper “Just write down your name, the amount you're betting, and the number on the horse you think will win, then put it in that box at the front.”

She takes the slip, she looks at it, contemplating for a moment. She then put down her name, $50, and horse number 3. She places it into the box at the front and you nod at the worker standing next to it, giving him the signal.

“Now what?” she ask nervously

“Now we watch!”

You two sit down in one of the seats in the VIP area. You glance at her, she’s anxious, first time gamblers always feel anxious at their first bet, but this adrenaline is what keeps them hooked. You watch as the horses race each other. Number 3 won. You watch as Maruka jumps up in joy and you smile at her.

“Would you look at that! You truly are blessed!” You feint excitement, hyping her up even more. This is the adrenaline you want her to feel, the high you want her to feel.

“Oh my gosh oh my gosh!! Ina!! I won!!” she said excitedly

“Yes you did! You're now $90 richer.” you smile, handing her another slip of paper “Want to go again?”

She took the paper from your hand immediately without hesitation this time. She excitedly wrote down her next bet again, $200 this time. You can’t help the grin being formed on your face. You got her hook, line, and sinker.

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Good thing that your other boyfriend, Getou Suguru, is a famous detective. He knows the in and out of the law well, knows what evidence is crucial and what is useless. He’s the person that composes files on Maruka and Andrew that would help with your plan. In fact, Suguru is in his office filing out the new updates and pictures Satoru’s spy sent him.

You walk into his office to see him sitting at his desk with papers and pictures all over the table. You slide your hands on his shoulders and give him a small massage, you kiss his temple then rest your head on his shoulder.

“I love you.” you whisper softly

“I love you too” Suguru replies, turning his head slightly to give you a quick kiss on your lips.

You look at the pictures scattered on the table. The spy has been documenting Mamuka and Andrew’s day. Andrew’s day tends to be pretty boring now that he got what he wanted, he just went to work, went home, took Maruka out for dinner, nothing special. Maruka on the other hand, with no work to occupy and her new addiction to gambling on horse races, has been blowing through her money like water.

You made sure that the workers at Toji’s ring would let her win frequently at first, building her confidence in her luck. Then, you make sure she’ll start to lose. Of course, she will win when the worker notices she’s getting frustrated and about to give up. To give her that high. To keep her hook.

From what Shoko’s work friend, a nurse, at Andrew’s hospital has been telling you, he has been more and more agitated lately. Looks like Maruka’s spending habits are slowly affecting their relationship. You made sure to decline every single one of her invites to dinner with her and Andrew. You can’t risk them finding out you and Shoko’s best friend, and you as Ina are the same person.

“How is everything going on your side?” Suguru ask softly

“Oh, you know, just occasional lunch and dinner with the bitch, keep the ‘friendship’ going. The way she talks pisses me off though, she talks like a child. Sitting with her makes me miss Shoko even more. That should be Shoko’s place at the table with me, not her.” you complain with a sign, making Suguru chuckle.

“I miss her too, Sweet” He reached his hand up to pat your head, “What about Satoru? How’s his task going?”

“Magnificent actually, this whole life insurance company plan actually brings in money for the company, so it’s like killing two birds with one stone.” Satoru chimes in from behind you two, he leans down to give both you and Suguru a soft kiss.

“Seems like everything is going smoothly as planned then.” Suguru stands up from his chair to go to his vinyl shelf, he picks one and puts it on his new record player that you got him last Christmas. Lovers by Taylor swift come on and he reaches his hand out to both you and Satoru.

“How about a small celebratory dance? We can go for a celebratory dinner tonight” Suguru suggested.

You giggle and walk over to take his hand and so did Satoru. You spend the next few minutes twirling between them and watching them dance with each other. You’re genuinely happy, the happiest you have felt since Shoko’s disappearance. Revenge tastes oh so sweet, but it tastes addictingly sweet with your lovers around.

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“Ugh, my boyfriend refused to give me an allowance today. Something about that he needed to save up for my ring. He’s bullshitting, I know it.” Maruka complained to you during your lunch with her. “I need money so I can win, I need to win so I can pay back my loan, this is so annoying!”

“That does sound annoying. I hate seeing you so upset like this. Is there any way I can help?” you asked in a concerned tone.

“I don’t know, Ina. I feel like the only way to solve any of my problems lately is money.” Maruka sighs. You smirk, pulling out a wad of cash from your purse.

“Here, $2000, for you.” You hand the stack of money to her. Smiling slightly.

“Wha- why? Thank you but…” Maruka start

“Oh don’t mention it, I recently invested in this new Insurance company owned by Gojo Corp. Their life insurance policy is pretty interesting. You can file for policies under someone else's name as long as you have their paperwork such as birth certificate, citizenship, social security number, things like that” You lied with the nonchalant attitude

“I recently filed one under my boyfriend’s name after finding out he was cheating on me and planning on buying a one way ticket to disappear to Russa.” You shrug. “Good thing the insurance company reimburse you double the amount you invest for disappearance cases, something about the owner having a friend that disappeared without a trace.”

You know it sounds too much like a lie. You know this lie sounds too good to be true. But you don’t need Maruka to believe you right now. You just need her to take the bait. After all, she ran out of money, in debt, with a gambling addiction. It shouldn’t take long for her to crawl to the insurance company from the prospect of easy money.

“Huh, interesting. Anyway, thank you.” She take the wad of cash

“No problem, just a small gift.” you reply. You can already see the cogwheel in her head spinning.

You parted ways with Maruka after eating and returned home. You send a text to your boyfriends before submerging yourself in your hot tub, “bait placed”. You enjoy the warmth of the hot tub and the water massage from it. You reminisce about your times with Shoko.

She would often tease you for how dense you were. “Everyone and their mother could tell that Satoru and Suguru have a thing for you, everyone but you apparently”.

Everytime you’re sad about another failed relationship, she would drag you out to go shopping or to the bar with her. Then you two would go to 3 different fast-food places, order an ungodly amount of food, and eat away your pain.

When you told her, you think you might like Satoru and Suguru more than friends, she said “fucking finally. go tell them that, I can’t handle those two being sad little puppies every time you get into a relationship with someone else anymore.”

You were maid-of-honor at her wedding. You can still remember how she looked in her wedding dress so clearly. You two went to pick it out together. You held her hand before she walk down the aisle, “anytime during the wedding, if you don’t wanna the do this anymore, I have the car readied”

She just laughed and said, “it’s just a marriage, I can handle myself, I don’t need you to worry about me.”

You should’ve grabbed her hand and dragged her to the car. That’s your biggest regret.

Your phone rings and snaps you out of your memory lane. A message from Satoru that said “she took the bait”. You smile at the text and step out of the hot tub. You’re thinking about making Satoru’s favorite dessert and Suguru's favorite food for dinner. Your boys have been working so hard for you. You should reward your favorite executioners tonight.

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Good thing Satoru’s dad made him get a boating license during the summer of his 15. It’s a reason you three get to enjoy the weekend on a private yacht, in the middle of the ocean. You're currently enjoying a glass of champagne with some chocolate covered strawberry, sun-bathing in the lounge chair as your boys race each other in the water.

It's been a week since Maruka last contacted you to hangout. And according to Shoko’s nurse friend, it's been 3 days since Andrew came in for work. How interesting. Maybe you should give her a call.

You pick up our phone and click on Maruka’s contact, it rings 3 times before she pick up.

“Ina! Hi! What are you calling for?” She sounds panicky. She sounds like a kid doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

“Hey, I just wanna call to check up on you, haven't heard from you in a minute. What cha up to?”

“Oh nothing, just cooking… for my boyfriend! Yeah.”

“Oooh, what are you making?” you ask casually

“Just a beef stew, nothing special, just plain ol’ beef stew” Maruka answered rapidly, her attitude reminding you of Andrew’s attitude on the day of Shoko’s disappearance.

“Well, I’m just checking in, I would invite you out shopping with me but I’m on vacation right now. I’ll let you know when I’m back.”

With that, you and Maruka say bye to each other. You get up from your relaxed position and walk over to the railing on the yacht to call out to your boyfriends, who are trying to drown each other in their water splashing war.

“My loves,” You shout out to them, mischief in your voice. They stop what they were doing to look at you, enjoying the view quite a bit with the minimal amount of fabric you have on you, “it’s time for the anonymous tip and the wellness check don’t you think?”

A smirk grew on both of their faces as they swim back to the yacht to make some important phone calls. You lean on the railing to enjoy the sight of you boys. Their muscles flex in the most delicious way as they make their way through the water.

Your eyes didn’t leave their body as they climbed back up to the yacht. You're still staring as they both grab their phone to make some phone calls. You can’t help it, the way their skin glistens in the sun due to that water. The fact that they’re half naked right now with the short they’re wearing clinging onto their skin, giving you the sight of their defined thighs. Ah… it’s not as if you have never seen them in nothing but their birthday suit before, but still… your boys are just too attractive for their own good.

“If you stare any harder, you’ll burn a hole through us.” Satoru tease, you were too busy staring to notice he’s already finished with his phone call.

“I blame you two.” I joke, leaning into his body as he wraps his hand around you. Your smile gets wider when you feel another body pushing you closer to Satoru’s from behind.

“Oh? Please, do tell us how it’s our fault…” Suguru whispers into your ears, he nibbles on your ears a little before looking up to kiss Satoru.

Oh… you already know you’re gonna be in heaven for the next few hours. It’s a good day today.

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Sunlight peeked through the blind of your shared room, waking you up. You look over to see Satoru and Suguru cuddling, you can’t pinpoint where one begins and where the other ends. You grab your phone to check the time, it’s 10am too early for lunch but too late for breakfast. You three just got back from your vacation in the middle of the ocean so you’re taking it slow before going back to work.

You get out of bed to go brush your teeth and get started on making brunch for yourself and your boys. You have a feeling it’s going to be a good day today. Eggs and bacon for brunch sound oddly enticing right now.

You take out the bacon from the fridge and place them slice by slice on a metal tray. You put them in the oven and get started on frying the eggs. Satoru likes his egg scramble, while Suguru likes sunny side up.

“Good morning” two voices greet you, not quite in sync because they’re not fully awake yet.

“Good morning, My Loves” you greet them back, “you could’ve slept in some more.”

“Nah, you weren’t in bed with us.” Suguru replies, he walks into the kitchen to help you cook. Satoru decides to go to the Living room to turn on the TV to a news channel before going to set up the table.

The TV in the living room drones on about the weather, politics, and current events as you guys eat. You three discuss how you are gonna spend the rest of your day as you finish up your brunch.

“Breaking news: Woman murders her boyfriend with the intention of cashing in on his life insurance policy to support her addiction.” The new anchor announces as the three of you wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen table.

“This morning, the police conducted a wellness check on Mr. Andrew, the husband of Ms. Shoko, who vanished without a trace a year ago. This check was prompted by an anonymous tip reporting his absence from work for three consecutive days, during which no one at his workplace could reach him. However, upon their arrival, law enforcement discovered only Ms. Maruka, Andrew's current girlfriend, present at the residence. Subsequent investigation of the home led to the unsettling discovery of fragments representing approximately 20% of Mr. Andrew's body, alongside three pots of meat stew. Analysis of the DNA extracted from the bones within the stew suggested the disturbing possibility that Mr. Andrew may have been used as an ingredient in this unsettling concoction.” The news anchor further elaborated on the case.

“Gross.” The three of you cringe at gruesome action.

“What was her plan with those stews? She isn’t thinking of eating it right?” Satoru commented, grimacing at the thought.

“Who knows, maybe she plans on feeding it to the stray dogs.” Suguru entertains Satoru’s thoughts.

“Ew. Even dogs wouldn’t want to eat that human waste.” you laugh, joining their antic.

“Based on an alternative anonymous tip, it appears that Ms. Maruka might be struggling with a gambling addiction and substantial debt. Additionally, she recently acquired a substantial life insurance policy in Mr. Andrew's name just one week ago. At present, all the available evidence strongly indicates that Ms. Maruka is the primary and sole individual under suspicion in connection with Mr. Andrew's demise.” The law enforcement officer being interviewed said with conviction.

You can help the wide grind forming on your lips as you wipe the dishes dry, “I can’t wait to tell Shoko about this.”

“I can already hear how much she's gonna enjoy this.” Sugar commented, chuckling at the thought, handing you another plate he just cleaned.

“We’ll tell her about this together. All three of us” Satoru said as he leaned down to place a kiss on your shoulder.

Yeah, the four of you will have the dinner you missed again. You, Satoru, and Suguru will tell Shoko all the mischief she missed. It won’t be now, or anytime soon. But you’ll tell her all about it, all three of you.

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Many people have talked about the Japanese influence of the Little Nightmares game - more precisely how the games offered themselves as a nightmarish and twisted Ghibli movie, what Miyazaki would have created for a Silent Hill game.

But I don't see many people talk about the French style and influence of the games...

Yes, I said French. It might surprise you, but one of the main sources for the aesthetic and tone of the games is a set of French works. The creators of Little Nightmares have been pretty clear in interviews that the movies of Jean-Pierre Jeunet were a big design and concept influence for the game. Now, Jean-Pierre Jeunet is most famous for his slightly absurd romance-comedy Amélie Poulain... But it was his two other most famous movies that inspired the Little Nightmares world.

On one side: Delicatessen

In a post-apocalyptic world, a building stands alone in the middle of the ruins of a city... A block of flats, each one hosting weird and excentric people: a tenant lives in water-filled rooms infested with snails and frogs, another keeps trying to kill herself with incredibly complex and extravagant suicide plans, others are dedicated creators of moo boxes... But all of them live under the domination and tyrany of the butcher whose shop is located at the base of the building: he is the one who provides the meat for all those who live above him, and thus has full authority over them, and nobody asks where it comes from...

One day, a new janitor arrives. A naive former circus clown, a gentle but farcical man who soon falls in love with the shy and secluded musician-daughter of the butcher. Unfortunately, it proves to be an actual fairytale as the janitor didn't just fell in love with a princess high up in her tower... but with the daughter of the ogre, for all the janitors before our protagonist mysteriously disappeared right with every new "meat supplies" delivery... The sweet and touching budding romance of these two youths in a no man's land soon turns into horror as the shadow of the butcher's cleaver falls upon them, and as the madness of the buildings' tenants keep increasing to absurd levels.

And what seems to be the couple's only hope? A secret network of sewer-dwelling, vegetarian terrorists that the butcher's daughter contacts in secret...

On the other side: La cité des enfants perdus

While Delicatessen was a dark comedy (or an humoristic horror, depending on which side you take it), The City of Lost Children is much harder to categorize as Jeunet (and Marc Caro, who also co-created Delicatessen) fully delve into the urban nightmare, the obscure poetry, the dark fairytale, the disturbing children story.

La Cité des Enfants perdus is the story of a mad scientist who lives in a derelict oil platform at sea, surrounded by various "failed" experiments (idiotic clones, a dwarf-wife, a brain in a jar). Unable to dream, he decides to capture the children of the nearest portuary town, in order to steal their dreams for himself - and he performs these crimes with the help of a strange cult of one eyed men referred to as the "cyclops".

One day, the scientist kidnaps the little brother of a simple-minded former circus strongman called "One". Determined to find him back, One teams up with miette (Crumb), a clever and cynical street-urchin girl ; however, their quest to find the secret of the Cyclops is made even more complicated by the presence of the Pieuvre (Octopus), cruel and greedy conjoined twins who are the boss of the children-thief network Miette belonged to, and hatch nefarious plans in light of the recent events...

In a way you could say that Jean-Pierre Jeunet is a sort of French Terry Gilliam. He has a very unique and distinctive style when it comes to his movies, something halway between a realistic Guillermo del Toro and a dirty Wes Anderson. His movies are still to this day a weir, but cult, part of French cinema.

And... Little Nightmares borrowed heavily from them. The large One and the little girl Crumb teaming up to save a child from a sea-dwelling villain becomes Six fighting for her life in the sea-faring Maw against the Lady. The butchering cannibalism of Delicatessen can be found back ; the water-infested flat of the elderly frog-raiser can evoke the Granny's quarters, while the strange suicide plans of the depressed tenant evoke the various "puzzles" of the game. The school run by the Octopus (stern school-teachers by day, vicious crime-lords at night) brings back to mind the school of Little Nightmares 2, and so forth and so on. Plus, of course, the strange technology: these two movies thrive on weird contraptions and strange buildings and never-ending pipes and other bizarre soul-sucking machinery, all elements that were very determinant in the visuals of the Little Nightmares universe.

If you ever wondered what a Little Nightmares movie would feel like... These movies could be of some help. Do yourself a marathon of Ghibli movies and Terry Gilliam ones intercut with Jeunet's pieces, and you could recreate yourself a strange Little Nightmares-flavored experience.

#little nightmares #jean-pierre jeunet #french cinema #delicatessen #la cité des enfants perdus #the city of lost children #dark fairytale #weird cinema

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I love the sound of that Spencer Reid fic, having that 180 in the readers emotions would be great to read

Our clouded ray of sunshine - Spencer Reid

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST ITS BEEN HALF WRITTEN FOR A MONTH AND IVE ONLY JUST GOTTEN AROUND TO FINISHING IT. Also, this is only my second cm fic and I really want to get into it more so feel free to put in a request!! For now, I’m only going to write for Emily, Spencer and Hotch :)) In my head this is around season 3 where everyone is still a bit innocent but Rossi isn’t in this one, sorry.. @fuckbananas03 @deceased-badger @jinx-it commented for B and a few of you guys told me in my asks as well, so votes decided, Spencer Reid everyone!! Summary: In which the reader is the sunshine of the BAU, but the team finds her having a breakdown in the parking lot after a case. wc: 1.8k Warnings: Mentions of murder/blood, the typical cm violence stuff, panic attack.

“I bring coffee!” You exclaim, walking into the break room the precinct let the team work in. Everyone’s eyes trail up, tired smiles forming onto their faces, as you go around the room, giving your teammates what could possibly be their last ounce of happiness. “And for you doctor.” You murmur, fishing for something in your pocket. “Extra sugar because I don’t think I’ve seen you so bitter before.” Spencer smiles, kindly taking the sugar packets from you as the others bubble with tired giggles.

“Anything new?” You ask, looking up at just about anyone who was willing to make eye contact with you. A file drops next to your coffee, which you decide to take a last sip of before opening what would inevitably be another file filled with disturbing images. “There’s another body.” Hotch says as you take a look at the images, and for a second, your heart drops. You take a sharp intake of breath, looking at whatever left can be seen of the victim. “It hasn’t been two days since the last victim. Either he’s panicking or he’s getting brave.” You say, though your eyes never leave the image of the victim.

She looked similar to someone you’d seen. Perhaps too similar. She had the face, the body of someone you looked at every morning in the mirror. Someone you looked at through the reflection of the glass cabinets in the small BAU kitchens while you waited for your coffee. She was you. She was you, but she was cold and bloody and, well, dead.

“...he’s getting sloppy.” is all you catch from Derek and you nod, as though reassuring yourself. “I have a sick feeling I should have had lunch before this.” You grin sheepishly and Derek shakes his head, mirroring the grimace on your face.

“I’m going to go back to the scene of the crime. Prentiss, come with me. Morgan and Jureau, please inform the family. Reid, L/N, you stay here, see if you find anything we didn’t catch. Keep in touch.” Almost unanimously, the four of them stood up, papers moving across the table and small exchanges being shared as the room emptied out, leaving you and Spencer alone. “Just you and me this time, pretty boy.” Even though Spencer doesn’t look up from his work, taking the file from you, you can see the corner of his mouth involuntarily tugging back into the smallest of smiles.

Truthfully, Spencer worried for you. He had watched carefully as your face dropped for the quickest moment, before your eyebrows were furrowing and you were analysing the unsub’s change of M.O. For the smallest of seconds, he had seen your eyes widen, a glossy layer of fright covering them, your nostrils flaring and lips pursing in fear and recognition.

But you would be okay. You would be okay because you were their ray of sunshine. It was you who found the sorrow felt in others and looked to lighten their mood. You would be fine because not one day came where you’d walk into the bullpen without a grin on your face and it was scientifically proven that smiling - even though you’re not happy - boosts your serotonin levels. Or at least Spencer had read.

Though no matter how hard Spencer tried to believe in that, he knew he would eventually be proven wrong at least sooner or later. So for the rest of the case, all the way until the unsub was in handcuffs, that’s what he looked out for, though he was unsuccessful. “Everything alright?” Hotch finally asked him on the jet. In a room full of profilers, someone was bound to realise that something was off with the two of you.

Spencer didn’t look away from you, who had taken a seat away from everyone else, though he had kept your usual space next to him free. “She’s not. Or she won’t be.” The Unit Chief followed Spencer’s eyes to where you threw your head back on the headrest and let out a deep sigh. “She saw herself in the victim, which doesn’t necessarily help someone in this field of work. And she got scared, I think.” Hotch took the liberty to occupy the space facing Spencer, though he stayed silent for a moment, observing the agent as he worried about one of his closest friends. “Agent L/N is one of our emotionally strongest agents. Whatever it is she’s going through she’s going to push through it. Whether that’s alone, or by asking for help from someone.” Hotch intently looked at Spencer who broke eye contact within an instant and willed himself to open the book in his laps, though all he could do was stare at the page he was on.

“You know what I think?” Emily starts, another cup of searing coffee in her hands. “I think we should all go out and celebrate tonight.” Derek and JJ make sounds of agreement and Hotch gives in, admitting he could use a late dinner since he has nowhere to be. “You know I wish I could but I’m just absolutely exhausted.” You start, “And I probably need to replace the flowers I have at home. They’ve probably wilted by now.”

“Of course Ms. Little Sunshine keeps fresh flowers at home.” Derek retorts. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass tonight too.” Spencer says, making eye contact with you for the first time since you had boarded the jet. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when you averted your gaze over to Hotch, waiting for a cue to make your way out of the jet, which he freely handed over to you as he stood up, grabbing his go-bag and making his way out. “Meet in the parking in 15, we’ll sort transport.”

You followed his lead, deciding you’d rather avoid any questions or bribes from your teammates, ignoring Spencer’s hustle to reach you before anyone else, as he inevitably dropped the book he was reading on the jet. Instead of following Hotch up the building you waited for the elevator to go down to the parking where you stuffed your go bag in the back of your car.

You’d have to remember it tomorrow.

Oh god, tomorrow. Tomorrow you’d have to wake up and drive your car here where you’d have to work another case as though nothing happened. As though for a second you didn’t think it was you in that image, practically dismembered from what the murderous, rapist, serial killer had done to the body. The body that could have been yours. The body that could be yours in the future if you aren’t careful while working in the field or just going about with your day to day life.

Fuck.

And it’s not like you’d been kidnapped before like Reid had so truly, you were being utterly ridiculous. You inhaled deeply, head falling against the car, hands tightly clutching the handle to the door. Pull it and you’d be safe. You’d be far enough. But your mouth dried and as you licked your lips you realised you couldn’t breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest and hands shook as you frantically tried to pull the handle back. There was no use. Tears flooded your eyes, rapidly falling down your cheeks as you started to go dizzy, your vision before you blurring. And you were flying - or rather falling, your legs giving out from underneath you, hands still tightly clutching the door handle and you were on your knees. A crying mess on your knees with your head between your arms in the middle of the parking lot, completely oblivious of your teammates pinching each other to make sure they weren’t hallucinating.

“Is that-” started Emily, looking at Derek who stood beside her, quietly nodding. "I- should we?" The silence finished the question without Emily needing to finish it, though there was no evident answer to it. They'd all been in your position at some point. A crying, sobbing, hyperventilating mess with nightmares waiting to happen that would never leave your mind.

"Leave her." All heads flashed towards Spencer, eyes tearing away from you. "You guys go on, I'll get her home." No one moved apart from Garcia who was itching to get to you and give you a big hug, though that was possibly the last thing you needed at the moment. "You hear Reid, let's go." Hotch complied, his gaze trailing to Reid's, hoping to catch his eye. When he did, he nodded at him, as though apologising for not having taken any action. The boy would either hold a grudge, flashbacks of his own torn hope for a sliver of help from anyone pumping in his blood as he needed to watch one of his closest friends experience the trapped feeling of being preyed on by an invincible predator, an unstoppable force. Or he'd just ignore him until Hotch became right; that you'd get through it and heal whether it be with his help or not. Then he'd apologise to him for his behaviour and claim that he was worried for his friend.

Once the entire team was in the car, and they drove away, Spencer started to rethink his approach. Would he scare you if he just walked over? Would you be too caught up in your own mind to realise he was there by the time he got to you?

Fuck it.

His friend needed help.

He walked over, the sound of your desperate attempts to take a deep breath becoming increasingly louder as he approached you. He could see the subtle way your fingers, still tightly wrapped around the door handle twitched upwards and how your ankled rolled uncomfortably at being on your knees for so long. He mimicked your position, kneeling down next to you, an arm hesitantly coming up to rub your back.

"Y/N? It's Spencer. I'm going to take your hand okay? And... And I'm going to put it on my chest and you're going to follow my breathing okay?" He followed his own instructions, steadying himself to breathe in and out slowly, watching closely as your body loosened its tight grip on itself to allow him full control over your sanity. Slowly, your hand still on his chest, you started to follow the movement of his chest with your own. The first breath came with a tremble in your stomach, quickly followed by a loud hiccup that shook the entire parking lot. With time, you gathered the stability to look up at your car, your second hand coming down to rest in your lap as soundless tears streamed down your face.

"We should get you home." Spencer started, a hesitant hand brushing your hair away from your face, but when you looked at him, leaping into his arms and wrapping your hands around his shoulders, his face flushed darkly, and he assumed you would be spending some more time in the dark parking lot.

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x you #sub spencer #criminalminds #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fics #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #criminalmindsfandom #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #agent hotchner #cm spoilers #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #derek morgan #rainydayathogwarts

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Keeper of Shadows

Wanda Maximoffxfem!Reader // Series

Series Summary: An odd series of fatal attacks in Upstate New York piques your interest, especially when they seem to be related to the strange powers you received when you were 10 years old. By some stroke of luck or misfortune, the Avengers too are investigating the case, and you are their number one suspect. In a temporary alliance, you work together to discover why people are dying, unraveling a line of love, secrets, and betrayal.

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Chapter 2: Cat and Mouse

(Chapter) Summary: The Avengers have taken over the case of odd deaths and begin their search for the strange figure from the forest.

*chapter starts off referring to reader as they/them and then switches to she/her

Trigger Warning: Death/Murder, poorly researched NYC layout

Word Count: 2,516

A/N: Wrote the chapter, didn’t like it, rewrote it, had a breakdown. Not super stoked with it but, bon appetit, I guess. I’ll hopefully be posting a Maria Hill fic next and ch 3 is almost ready, too.

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Natasha had ended her phone call by the time Miller and his agents showed up. It was a team of six people, including Miller, guns out and at the ready, eyes alert and scanning the scene before them. Wanda and Natasha stood near the invisible creature, not wanting to lose or forget where it was, but far enough to not continue disturbing the scene before them.

“What happened? We heard shots,” Miller asked, his tone even as he approached both Avengers, his gun still out but pointed at the ground.

“The suspect is gone, they disappeared before we could even get to them,” Natasha replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Miller asked, confused. He holsters his gun as he looks behind them, noticing the hat and the disturbed ground.

“I’m pretty sure they teleported away,” Natasha added, “we’re dealing with a super-powered individual.”

“Super-powered individual. Great,” Miller commented under his breath, and Wanda did not know what to make of it.

“There’s something else,” Natasha continued, before subtly nudging Wanda. She gives Natasha a look, a mixture of alarm and confusion noticeable in her face. She figured this was a training mission of sorts, that she was sent to watch how these investigations and relations worked. She was not expecting to have to do any of the talking. Natasha, in return, gives her a side glance, subtly nodding in an encouraging manner. Wanda faces Miller, his face expectant.

“The suspect was engaged in battle with something. We’re not sure what it is, we couldn’t really see it,” Wanda inwardly cringed, but did not let it show on her face, “once the creature seemed to be defeated, the suspect disappeared, but the creature is still there.”

“Where?” Miller asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

Wanda points to the area the creature was before commenting, “it’s… invisible.”

“Invisible creatures, too,” Miller says, his voice holding a hint of disbelief, “Right, I’m getting forensics over here.” Miller stepped away for a few minutes, his communicator in hand as he reported to the rest of his team.

Wanda stole a glance at Natasha, trying to get a read on her mentor. Her expression was neutral, unbreakable and unreadable. “Not terrible, but we’ll work on it,” Natasha commented, as she felt Wanda’s gaze on her. Natasha glanced at Wanda and gave her a small smile.

Miller returns shortly, letting out a heavy sigh, “Okay, forensics will be here in a few minutes. In the meantime, I’m going to need to take some statements from the both of you.”

True to his word, the forensics team arrived within the following five minutes. They wrapped the same yellow tape from before around the affected area, encompassing all the disturbances in the dirt, the suspect’s hat and some droplets of blood neither Avenger had noticed. As they set up the second crime scene, Miller took down both Wanda’s and Natasha’s statements separately.

Wanda pointed out where the invisible creature lay, but it was no longer there by the time the agents began to investigate, much to the confusion and astonishment of both Avengers. Very little evidence of its existence was left behind, save for the residue left over on Wanda and Natasha’s fingers and some odd, paw-shaped indents left on the ground. Curiously, the indents were not visible anywhere else other than the area the fight took place.

One of the forensics agents had approached both Avengers and carefully scraped the goopy residue left over from the creature. While that occurred, Miller had called his superiors, due to the odd turn the case was taking. They informed him that due to the nature of the case, that being that there was now a superpowered individual involved, the case would be passed on to the Avengers.

Miller approached them once more, his hand resting on his hips as he stood in front of them. “Our case files and evidence are being transferred to your facilities as we speak. Everything we collected today will be in your custody once it’s processed,” he said, and Wanda noticed a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Very well, we’ll get going, then. We’ll keep in touch. Pleasure meeting with you, Special Agent Miller,” Natasha said formally, extending a hand to the man before her. He extended his own and they met with a curt handshake.

“Tony is already working on searching for our portal jumper, and Hill is waiting for us at the Compound for a debrief. Miller and his team are gonna wrap up the investigation here,” Natasha explained to Wanda as they walked away from the second investigation scene.

“Do you think they’re still close by?” Wanda asked, looking at her mentor.

“They can’t have gone too far. If anything, they’re still somewhere in New York,” Natasha said as they both continued their trek to the car.

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Wanda sat at the large, polished conference table, the one that sat parallel to the Compound’s living room and across from the shared kitchen. A large glass panel divided both spaces, separating the workspace from the living space. The Avengers logo was projected onto the glass panel, working as a screen of sorts. Maria sat across from her, eyes scanning over her datapad as she read a mission report. Wanda was working on her own report, pen writing over paper diligently, noting everything of importance.

“CODIS turned up nothing, but Miller sent me the suspect’s DNA profile,” Natasha announced as she approached the conference area, her own datapad in hand. She takes a seat beside Wanda before she continues, “Says they’re analyzing the other evidence from the crime scene to see if there’s a match.”

“Good, forward it to Stark, it might help him with finding our suspect,” Maria’s eyes break away from her datapad to look up at the Black Widow.

“Working on it,” Natasha said nonchalantly as she tapped away on the screen before her, “And done.”

“Good. Now, I want the both of you to go over everything that happened one more time,” Maria said, her datapad set before her, ready to take notes.

Natasha began her part of the debrief, describing everything that happened from the moment they stepped out of her car. She mentioned the case details Miller had shared when they arrived. Wanda listened closely now, having missed his monologue.

Wanda continues where Natasha left off, explaining the distortion that only she could see, and not consistently. She recounted the fight that she sort-of witnessed, and about guiding Natasha’s shots. Additionally, she described the odd, canine-like black mass that merely flashed in her vision for less than a second. Despite this though, she did not mention the cold shivers that had run through her body whenever she made some type of contact with the superpowered suspect.

Maria had taken notes as both Avengers spoke. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she bit the inside of her lip subtly, her eyes holding a far away look. “Something about this is familiar,” she says quietly, before she begins searching for something in her datapad.

A few minutes later, the projected Avengers logo was no longer on the glass panel, now replaced with a paused frame of a surveillance video. The image of an office space was projected, a man wearing a park ranger’s uniform stood at the center of the room, right beside a neatly organized desk. A house plant decorated the space, lying adjacent to the desk.

The camera angle showed the right side wall, three filing cabinets lined up against it. The furthest wall from the camera held a hung-up scheduling board, names Wanda did not recognize were scribbled on it. Beside it was the opened office door. The man in the center of the room stared down at a document in his hand, a filled coffee mug in the other. At the bottom of the video was a timestamp, reading 01-17-2014 14:23:07. Maria pressed play.

The man paced back and forth in the center of the room for about a minute, before leaning against the desk, still staring down at the documents. He took a sip from his mug, before he was suddenly thrown backwards by an invisible force. The man’s mug shattered as it hit the floor, its contents spilling all over the desk and ground. The man fell behind the desk, the camera angle cutting off the view from his top half. He struggled for a bit, kicking his legs upwards in attempts to push off whatever was on top of him. Then, the man’s legs fell to the ground as if by force. His body went completely rigid and a minute later, the man’s body lost all tension and eased onto the floor.

Wanda looked away, her gaze falling to her hands as she took a deep, stabilizing breath. Despite everything she has seen, it is never easy to watch a person die.

“His death was blamed on coyotes, much like how they’re blaming bears now,” Maria begins to explain, her eyes lingering on the glass screen for a few extra seconds. “It happened in Pennsylvania last year. The case reports have very little information. The investigation was still ongoing by the time S.H.I.E.L.D. fell.”

“That seems to check out with what we saw at the forest today,” Natasha says, leaning back in her chair.

“He couldn’t move,” Wanda noted as the footage played once more, “like if something had him completely pinned down.”

“The suspect had been pinned down by the creature,” Maria harkened back to the Avengers’ debrief.

“But they could still move, they kept trying to get away. This guy, he couldn’t move even if he wanted to,” Natasha noticed what Wanda was talking about as the video kept playing.

“We have to find the suspect soon. They’ll have answers we don’t,” Maria commented as the surveillance video faded from the screen panel, being replaced by the Avengers logo once more.

Maria went over the old S.H.I.E.L.D. file with both agents, reviewing the scarce information on it and sending them the files. With that done, the three agents began speculating who the suspect could be.

“Could it be something to do with the Chitauri?” Wanda asked, remembering the Battle of New York a few years ago.

“The Chitauri were merely soldiers, not to mention they all went down after Tony redirected the missile,” Natasha explained, “I don’t think the Chitauri have anything to do with this.”

“Maybe the suspect is Asgardian,” Maria offered as she leaned back in her chair. Natasha reached for the water pitchers in the center of the table and served water to all three agents.

“Can Asgardians open portals?” Wanda asks curiously, admittedly not knowing much of Thor or Norse Mythology.

“Heimdall comes closest, but the suspect's powers presented very differently,” Natasha answered, “Thor would know, but he’s been off-world for a while.” The Norse god had not returned to Earth since shortly after what happened in Sokovia, focused on his quest of finding out more about the infinity stones.

“Maybe HYDRA created another super powered individual, one we didn’t know about,” Maria theorized, raising her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth tipped slightly downward.

“Pietro and I were the only ones that survived the experiments in Sokovia,” Wanda replied, the memory of her brother and her home stinging painfully in her chest.

“Who’s to say the base in Sokovia was the only one running human experiments? The scepter was unaccounted for four years. There might be a paper trail we haven’t found yet,” Natasha reasoned, taking a sip of her drink.

“If that’s true, that might explain why you could see the outline of whatever they were fighting. Their powers might be linked to the scepter, too,” Maria added, thinking the suggestion could be completely plausible.

The three of them continued to discuss the suspect when they noticed Tony approaching them. “Good morning, Angels,” he says, despite it nearly being nighttime. The movie reference earned him a ‘boo’ from Maria. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. picked up something very interesting near fourteenth street.”

With a swipe from his datapad, the Avengers logo was replaced once more. This time, the panel showed them surveillance footage of a New York City street, overlooking a dirty alleyway. A green dumpster sat towards the edge of the alleyway, boxes and trash littering the ground.

A sudden flash of white emanates from the right-side of the alleyway, a figure shooting out from it and making a hard impact against the dumpster. The figure merely laid there, unmoving for several minutes, staring at something in the shadows of the alleyway. Eventually, the figure stands shakily and walks out. Their hand reached upwards before letting it fall to their side. They stared down at the ground as they walked, as if avoiding being seen.

The scene and angle changes as the figure walks away, now following the figure from another camera. This continues for a few minutes, the person simply walking through the city before the video cuts to black.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. lost track of your portal jumper shortly after, but there are a few apartment complexes in the area. We have a rough radius of where they might be hiding,” Tony explained, as his eyes went from the panel to the three agents.

“That’s them,” Wanda says with certainty as she leans forwards from her chair, recognizing the familiar white flash and the figure from the forest, “that’s our suspect.”

“Took you a few hours, Stark. You’re losing your touch,” Natasha teased, giving him a playful smirk.

“You sure about that, Romanoff?” Tony questioned, giving her a smirk back and once again swipes upwards from his datapad. The panel switched from the black screen to projecting a woman’s social media profile picture, information like her name, age, birthday and place of birth, among other data, scrolled on the right side of the screen. “I had F.R.I.D.A.Y. run the footage and the DNA profile through a few programs and found Skippy here,” he raises his arms outwardly in a grandiose gesture.

Natasha raised her eyebrows at him, mildly impressed. “So, the tin man has WD-40,” Maria quipped with a smirk of her own.

“Oh, I didn’t know we were holding a comedy fest at the Compound today,” Tony jested, his head cocking slightly to the side.

“Alright, I have to go before this goes on. Keep me updated on any new developments,” Maria says as she stands from her chair.

“I’ll get started on shaving down that radius and setting up a stake-out,” Natasha announced as she also stood from her chair, reaching for her datapad as she did. “I’ll have F.R.I.D.A.Y. continue monitoring surveillance footage for if she resurfaces,” Tony said as he began to walk away, staring down at his datapad.

Wanda continued to stare at the girl’s profile on the screen panel before it faded away, replaced once more by the Avenger’s logo. Could there really be someone else out there who went through similar experiments as her and her brother? She sighed heavily as she stood and made her way to her room.

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The Butcher of Bourbon Street

Human Hotel Trip ~ Part 4~ 3.8k

Hazbin Hotel ₊⁺⋆ Charlastor ₊⁺⋆ Eventually Explicit

Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 ⚜️ Part 3 ⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️ Part 5 ⚜️ Part 6 ⚜️ Finale

//In which Alastor is the first to rise in the morning and Charlie thinks it's a great idea to do a walking tour of New Orleans with a true crime TikToker. CW: Alastor is in Hell for a Reason, discussion of murders he committed, and prejudice he experienced. AN: This one is the rough one folks, but I promise this fic will have a happy ending//

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Alastor’s eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry and unfocused as morning sun forced its way between the floor-length curtains.

The Radio Demon blinked slowly, trying to piece together his surroundings—familiar but slightly off in a way that nibbled at the back of his mind. The plush furniture, the soft bed under him were all foreign.

In Hell, when he did sleep, it was usually slumped in his chair by the fireplace or in front of his control panel. He preferred it to anything too…soft.

Or, warm.

Alastor was becoming a cutely aware of a warmth pressed against his right side. He blinked up at the ceiling, before finally glancing down his body—and his eyes widened as he took in the sight.

Charlie’s sleeping form curled up against his side. Her golden hair spilled across his chest, and his delicate fingers clutched at the silk of his pajamas.

This…certainly was an unexpected turn of events.

A year ago, Alastor would have laughed and recoiled at even the thought that he would be in such a position. But, now, he found himself unwilling to move, and disturb the peacefully slumbering princess.

Charlie looked as serene as he had ever seen her. Her pretty face was usually contorted in concern or exuberance, but right now there was a gentle calm to every ounce of her.

A dull throbbing in his temple reminded him that he wasn’t as impervious as he believed in this form. Not to fatigue or libations.

Delicately, Alastor lifted the arm that wasn’t trapped under Charlie and rubbed at his forehead.

His last memory was of her delicate hands putting his glasses aside on the nightstand…though Alastor hardly doubt he’d done anything truly untoward even while inebriated.

He because he maintained a calculated distance between himself and others. Charlie had been the exception since they’d met. Alastor chose not to think too hard on that.

But now, her proximity was…comforting. Something he hadn’t experienced in a century at least.

And he didn’t want to move. Until, suddenly, Charlie stirred.

The princess was now sleeping on the ‘barrier’ pillow she’d put between; when her leg curled and slid up along Alastor’s thigh. The Radio Demon froze, another foreign sensation coursing through him.

Desire—no, just arousal. Due no doubt due to his human form.

Was it just mortal hormones thudding in his pulse and making his heart raced under Charlie’s palm?

Of course. He was the feared Radio Demon. This did not happen to him. He didn’t…feel things like this.

Charlie wriggled next to him, and Alastor decided drastic measures were necessary.

He closed his eyes, concentrating with all his might to call upon his shadow powers. Willing his dark energy to envelope him and leave the princess behind.

Alastor’s form sank through the mattress, under the bed, before sliding beneath the bathroom door.

He gripped the edges of the sink as he reappeared, his knuckles paling as he lifted his eyes to stare at his own reflection—even alone, it took a moment for the reflexive grin to drop from his lips. Still, he looked manic. And he swore he could see the ghost of the mark through his forehead.

Alastor ducked, quickly turning on the faucet to splash cold water over his face and regain an ounce of his composure.

What he’d told Husker was more true than even Alastor was willing to admit. He had not looked in a mirror and seen this face in nearly a century.

Another overwhelming tide threatening to rip him out to sea and drown him.

“Pull yourself together.” He hissed at the droplets cascading down into the sink. “It’s…a physical reaction. Nothing more.”

But, even as Alastor stood there, trying to calm his cacophonous thoughts, a realization struck him like a bolt, turning the rest to thrumming silence.

It wasn’t just physical arousal he’d felt when Charlie clung to him. No, it was far more dangerous. And it would ruin him.

Alastor was not a creature who denied his hungers, especially not in death. He devoured what he willed. He killed when it pleased him to do so.

The madness and mercilessness of the Radio Demon’s whims struck fear into any who crossed his path.

But Charlie Morningstar was not afraid of him.

“She should be.” Alastor hissed between his teeth.

The princess was forgetting who he really was—and he needed to remind them both. He stayed hunched, covering his face with his hand.

Then, this errant desire—to touch, to have, to hold and be held—would be banished back to the pits where it belong.

The Radio Demon’s laugh started as a low chuckle, gradually building to a hysterical cackle. His fingers elongated and sharpened, and his smile stretched unnaturally wide beneath his palm. His demonic nature threatening to surface.

“How utterly ridiculous.” Alastor laughed, his jaw stretched as he threw his head back to chortle. “Pining over the Princess like some lovesick schoolboy? The height of folly.”

His laughter echoed off the bathroom tiles, bouncing back to him and amplifying the color of madness.

When Alastor had laughed himself breathless, he decided to make use of the suite’s amenities, and wash away the traces of the foolish notion that lingered on his skin.

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When Alastor had dried, dressed, and recomposed himself with his demonic powers—he hesitated at the bathroom door. Steeling himself for the inevitable encounter with the princess.

Who might not even be awake. Might just adorably sleep rumpled and still tangled up in their bed—the bed. That he would not be sleeping in again tonight so help him.

“Remember who you are,” Alastor muttered to himself as he buttoned his red dress shirt up to his chin. “And what you are not.”

He stepped into the honeymoon suite, dark eyes scanning the room and finding it empty as his chest.

Charlie had already gone?

Alastor called her name and heard nothing in return. His smile actually faltered, but he shook his head to dispel the unwelcomed sensation.

“Utterly absurd,” he chuckled without his usual mirth. “Why should I care if she’s—”

His eyes landed on a folded pieces of paper near the glasses that he didn’t need to see. Alastor plucked it open with careful fingers.

Charlie’s overly curly handwriting greeted him:

Good Morning Al! Gone to sunrise yoga class~ back soon! ~ Charlie ♥

His eyes lingered on the heart she’d drawn next to her name. Something stirred within him, but this time, the demon knew it was that same lingering warmth he’d felt trapped under her arm this morning.

Alastor shattered the feeling with a sharp, cruel laugh.

“Oh, you old fool,” he snarled to himself, dropping the folded note into palm. That was not for him, it was just who Charlie was.

“Radio Demon. Overlord. ” Alastor hissed at himself, clenching his fist. “Butcher’s Boy.”

Neon green flames spit from between his fingers, engulfing the stationary in an instant.

“You do not feel…this.”

Alastor tilted his hand, letting the ashes fall.

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Charlie beamed out from under her wide-brimmed hat as the sun beamed down mercilessly on the cobblestones streets of the French Quarter. Alastor stood just beside her, his red-tinted sunglasses and crimson button-down a stark contrast to the white and pastel clad tourist around them.

“Oh, Al, isn’t this exciting?” Charlie gushed, practically bouncing on her toes. “They said this was the best tour at yoga class! We can learn so much history!” She glanced back at him for a moment. “And you can catch up.”

Alastor’s perpetual grin tightened ever so slightly. “Indeed, my dear. Truly…enriching.”

Charlie’s enthusiasm waned an hour into the tour, constantly casting sidelong glances at Alastor—who was uncharacteristically silent the entire time.

She expected, well, something, anything to come out of his mouth. The man usually never stopped talking. Especially to her.

Was he bored? Or…was he up to something?

She thought this tour would connect him more with his human roots, but maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Charlie’s musings were interrupted by an energetic voice behind her.

“Hey guys! Ginger Talks True Crime, here, coming to you live from the heart of New Orleans!”

The Princess turned to see a young woman with fiery red hair, phone held aloft on a selfie stick. She felt more than heard Alastor’s static burst beside her, lifting the hair on her arms.

“Today, we’re diving deep into the dark underbelly of the Big Easy,” the young woman continued, her voice rising with dramatic flair and upward inflection. “First up, the infamous Eugenia Beauregard!”

Charlie’s brow furrowed as she listened to Ginger’s animated retelling of the supposed black widow’s exploits. The TikToker’s excitement seemed at odds with the grim subject matter.

“And who could forget Tommy ‘Two-Ton’ Marchand?” Ginger chirped, barely pausing for breath. “The bootlegger who met his sticky end right here on Bourbon Street!”

Charlie glanced at Alastor, hoping to share an eye roll, expecting to see him barely concealing his contempt behind a smile and twitch of his eye, but instead she saw him give a chuckle.

“Right here on Bourbon Street.” Alastor murmured with a smirk, “and here, and there, and way over there.”

Charlie’s brow furrowed, about to ask the demon what he meant—when Ginger launched into a breathless account of Viper Charbonnet, a 1920s loan shark that met his own nasty end. The three of them were now taking up the back of the walking tour, as the TikToker’s tone started drowning out Terry the Tour Guide.

Charlie leaned closer to Alastor. “Hey, um, we can break off from the group if you want.” She whispered. “I know all the phone use isn’t your idea of fun.”

Alastor’s head snapped toward her, “Nonsense my dear, I’m having a splendid time.” He ducked his head to her, catching her eyes through his red glasses. “Let’s carry on.”

Charlie agreed…but she couldn’t shake this eerie feeling somewhere in her stomach. Something was hiding behind Alastor’s unchanging smile.

As the tour group ambled towards a picturesque fountain in the heart of a beautiful park, Ginger’s chatter faded into background noise. Finally, Terry was able to lauch into a detailed history of the landmark.

Charlie was fascinated, captivated with the story—but her moment of peace was short lived.

The moment Terry was out of the shot, the TikToker’s voice cut through the placid burbling water.

“And now, for the main event!” Ginger stepped onto the edge of the fountain with her phone held high.

Charlie’s irritation was stimed, only by a low and dangerous laugh from the man at her elbow.

“And now, for the main event! Right here, loyal fam, is where they found Inspector Clayton Bourdreaux. Hanging like a macabre Christmas ornament.” Ginger drew her finger over her mouth dramatically. “With a smile carved from ear to ear!”

Charlie felt her stomach drop through the grass at her feet.

She spun around, seeking Alastor’s face, only to freeze at the sight of his gruesome grin.

“It was this signature mutilation,” Ginger continued, oblivious to Charlie’s growing unease and Alastor’s brimming glee, “that earned the killer his infamous moniker: The Butcher of Bourbon Street!”

All of her thoughts fell silent…with abject horror.

The Radio Demon’s eyes met hers, his smile never wavering.

“Fascinating theory, isn’t it, my dear?” he purred, voice low enough for only her to hear.

Before Charlie could think to respond, Terry announced a break for lunch.

The group of humans dispersed towards a cluster of food trucks, the aroma of Creole cuisine and spices filling the air at the edge of the park

Charlie seized her chance.

Gripping Alastor’s arm, she pulled him away from the fountain and towards a towering oak tree.

“Alastor,” she hissed, her voice trembling slightly, “was that... was that you? Did you kill those people?”

To her utter shock, the demon let out a sound she had never heard from the Radio Demon.

Alastor giggled.

“Why, of course I did, darling! Every last one.” He chuckled, as if reminiscing about a particularly amusing anecdote. “Well, except for dear Ginny Beauregard. That enterprising lady and I merely crossed paths every now and then while we…pursued our various pastimes, shall we say.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped, her mind struggling to process his casual admission.

“Although, I suppose in the end one of Ginny’s husbands caught on to her act—and tried to frame me for her untimely demise. A shame to carve up that pretty face of hers.” Alastor tone turned wistful. “I made quite sure his end was...particularly bloody, for Ginny.”

Charlie felt her world tilting on its axis.

Because she knew what Alastor was in life; he’d told everyone and anyone in Hell.

But it was, different now that they were in the Overworld. They were among humans, and he proudly confessing to a string of brutal murders. And worse, he seemed to relish the memory.

Charlie pressed her palms to her temples.

She’d brought an infamous serial killer back to the scene of his crimes. Angel was right—what had she been thinking?

“Alastor…” she asked, her voice wavering. “Did you agree to come with me…to finish what you started?”

Alastor paced a hand dramatically over his heart, like he was personally wounded by her entirely reasonable assumption. “My dear Charlotte, I gave you my word. No harm shall come to any human during our little excursion.” His grin was sharp as ever. “I am, if nothing else, a demon of my word.”

Charlie exhaled, relief washing over her. “Oh, thank goodness.”

Maybe she shouldn’t trust him so easily, but she did.

Their conversation was interrupted by Ginger’s animated voice. The TikToker pranced past, selfie stick extended, her phone capturing every exaggerated expression.

“And now, my true crime lovers, let’s talk about some of the Butcher’s lesser-known victims!” Ginger’s voice rang out.

And Alastor’s body turned towards the redhead, tilting his head curiously.

“There was Councilman Thaddeus LaRue, found dismembered in his own bathtub. Then we have Jeremiah Pritchard, a door-to-door Bible salesman, discovered with his own scriptures stuffed down his throat. And get this—even a nun wasn’t safe! Sister Fontenot’s body was upside down in the confessional booth. ”

Charlie’s head snapped towards Alastor. “Really?” she hissed. “A nun? You killed a nun?”

Alastor shrugged, “What can I say; Sister Agatha had it coming.”

Charlie stared at him, torn between horror and a morbid curiosity she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Ginger’s voice cut through Charlie’s thoughts once more, drawing her attention back to the enthusiastic TikToker with a voice that carried right across the park.

“But here’s the real question, my internet fam,” Ginger asked, her eyes wide with flair. “Was the Butcher really the monster history made him out to be?”

To Charlie’s continuing surprise—Alastor gave a grunt that sounded…offended? And she swore he said “yes, obviously,” under his breath.

Ginger continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was still crystal clear. “Turns out, our dear ‘Holy Jere’ Pritchard had a nasty habit of assaulting women when he knocked on their doors and their husbands weren’t home. And Councilman LaRue? A regular client of Madame Josephine’s, known for his cruel treatment of her girls.”

Charlie’s stomach churned. She glanced at Alastor, who remained unnaturally still, his smile fixed but his eyes blazing.

“And let’s not forget Inspector Boudreaux,” Ginger added. And Charlie felt her entire body prickling with static. “Everyone knew he turned a blind eye to the lynching of black men.”

Charlie’s heart raced. She turned to Alastor, her voice gentle. “Al... is that true? Were they all...?”

Alastor’s grin tightened, his teeth clenched as he spat out, “Grin and bear it.”

“What?”

Alastor’s eyes burned with a fury she’d never seen before. Not even when they were facing down the wrath of Heaven—there was no amusement left in his face.

“When my mother went to that bastard Boudreaux, about men spitting on her child in the street, do you know what he said?” His voice was dangerously low. “He told her she should expect nothing else for parading her ‘half-breed’ brat around town. That she should ‘grin and bear it.’“

Charlie’s heart sank. “Oh, Al...”

“So,” Alastor continued, gleeful malice dripping into his tone, “I made sure dear Inspector Boudreaux bore that grin for the rest of his life.” The smile he gave her chilled Charlie to her very soul. “And in death.”

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Charlie’s mind reeled as she processed Alastor’s words.

She clung desperately to the notion that his killings were driven by a twisted sense of justice. “But Alastor,” she began, her words trembling, “You…targeted bad people, just bad people, right…?”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed, his irritation palpable as he turned sharply towards her. “My dear, I know that even you are not that naive,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain, “I wasn’t some vigilante hero. I was a killer, plain and simple.”

Charlie’s eternal optimism refusing to yield that easily. “But it seemed like you were targeting people who had done terrible things. That has to count for something, doesn’t it?”

“Count? On whose ledger?”

Alastor leaned down, bringing his face mere inches from Charlie’s. He may have the dark hair and brown skin of a human, but suddenly, all she could see was the Radio Demon.

“Listen carefully, darling. I’m a serial killer with standards, not a saint or martyr. Every moment, every scream, every drop of blood—I relished it all.”

Charlie’s heart raced, she could feel it in her throat, but she stood her ground. “Just because you were sent to Hell doesn’t mean that’s where you always have to be” Her voice rose with volume and passion, pushing back into Alastor’s space—until he was the one to lean back.

Alastor scoffed, straightening up and fold his arms behind his back as he turned back towards the fountain.

“Hell is the perfect place for me, sweetheart.” His smile was minute, but ever-present. “Everyone there deserves to be there.”

As the words left his mouth, Charlie saw something flicker across Alastor’s face. His manic grin softened, and his eyes were on her.

“Except…for you. Of course.”

Charlie couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know how to process what he said. Or the way he said it—it almost sounded like the Radio Demon was being…vulnerable.

The bustling of Bourbon Street faded to background, leaving only the two of them.

Slowly, hesitatingly, the princess reached out and placed her hand on Alastor’s arm.

This time, she felt him relax under her touch. Like his sharp edges dulled as Charlie’s heart jumped back into her throat—because, just maybe, she might be reaching him.

“Alastor.” She began gingerly, hope blooming in her chest and giving her the courage to say the words. “I know there’s good in you. I can see it, even if you can’t.”

“Dear girl, you’re seeing what you want to see.” Alastor’s face fell into a mask with a smile, but he didn’t pull away. “The only thing that’s changed, is what people call me when I kill.”

He lifted his chin, his gaze far away.

“The Radio Demon, or the Butcher.”

Before Charlie could respond, an irritatingly chipper tone asserted her way into the conversation and almost between them. “Oh my God, are you two arguing about the Butcher of Bourbon Street? This is perfect for my TikTok!”

Charlie turned to see Ginger, the obnoxious influencer from their tour group, shoving her phone in their faces.

The princess of Hell tried to maintain her composure, forcing a polite smile. “I’m sorry, but we’re having a private conversation. Would you mind giving us some space?”

Ginger, completely oblivious to the tension, pressed forward. “Come on, just a quick comment for my viewers! They’ll eat this up!”

As the woman continued to babble, Charlie felt Alastor stiffen under her hold—then start to vibrate madly. Beyond the buzz of traffic, she heard ear-piercing radio feedback.

“Al…” She glanced up, seeing his eyes begin to glow an ominous red.

There was a sharp crack, followed by a shower of sparks.

Ginger yelped as her phone exploded into pieces, scattering across the concrete and grass.

Charlie gasped, her eyes darting between the shocked TikToker and Alastor’s demonic grin.

“What the fuck?!”

Without a word, Alastor turned on his heel and strode away, radiating fury even as he remained perfectly composed.

Charlie’s heart sank—just when she thought she was reaching something in him.

“Al, wait!” she called out, but he didn’t slow his pace.

Charlie turned back to Ginger, who was staring at her shattered phone in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry about that,” the princess said quickly, fishing in her purse. “Here, let me compensate you for the phone—I have to go!”

“Alastor!” she called out, finally catching up to him. Charlie reached out, her fingers grasping his sleeve.

He stopped abruptly, turning to face her with a tightly controlled expression.

Charlie nearly ran right into her chest, sweat clinging to her blonde hair. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

“Look, I know you’re upset, but what just happened back there... it doesn’t have to define you,” she said earnestly. “Anyone can be redeemed if they want to be. Sir Pentious going to heaven is proof of that!”

If he could do it, surely Alastor could too. She tightened her grip on his arm, her eyes pleading.

“You have good in you, Al. I’ve seen it. You just need to—”

“Enough!” he snapped, his usually smooth voice sharp with anger.

Charlie flinched, but didn’t let go of his arm.

“I have no desire to change my ways, Princess,” Alastor continued, his smile tight and dangerous. “Not in life, and certainly not in death. I deserve the fate of Hell and everything I have suffered.”

Her heart sank, but she refused to give up. “But Al, you don’t have to—”

“Let me make something emphatically…painfully clear, so it might just get through your thick skull.” Alastor interrupted, his voice lowering to a deadly whisper. “You think you can fix me, Charlie, but you can’t. You were a fool to ever think otherwise”

The finality of it struck her like a physical blow, but Alastor had to twist the knife one more time.

He leaned in close, his ruby red demon eyes boring into hers. “I do not want to be saved.”

Charlie’s knees weakened, and she stumbled back, watching Alastor turn his back on her and leave—until his retreating form blurred with her unshed tears.

“Al...” she whispered, her voice cracking.

His words echoed in her mind.

I do not want to be saved.

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