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a-little-ray-of-fantasy · 8 months

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Barnaby facts (confirmed by the devs)

Hello! Since I was bored and it's making me so happy to see Barnaby getting so much love lately, I've decided to collect all the info I have about him! I most likely missed something, so if you have info I haven't put here, or got wrong, let me know, ok? ^^

Anyhoo, here we go! **}

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- Barnaby, despite his name, is not a barn owl. He's actually a long eared owl.

- Barnaby isn't his real name; he used to have a different one, back in his alive days. One of the drawings featuring him has him surrounded by many names starting with "B".

- Said illustration has "Who am I?" hidden among the names and words such as "Where" and "Help", hinting at something linked to his identity is torturing him.

- It's been stated that Barnaby is the way he is because of a dangerous experiment that corrupted then killed him, changing him completely as a result.

- Barnaby is asexual homoromantic, and is genderfluid: while he goes primarly by "he/him", he accepts any pronoun.

- He considers his Barnaboos as his "little pretties", and often offers help or advice if they need it; of course, his help may not be as helpful as he believes...

- He hates cheesecake.

- He's not a fan of rootbeer neither; he will serve it in his parties, but he personally won't drink it.

- His favorite food is eye scream, and favorite Halloween treat are caramel apples.

- As for ice cream, his favorite flavor is Strawberry Shortcake.

- Speaking of food, yeah, he doesn't need to eat, nor sleep. But still likes doing it anyway.

- Barnaby is a confirmed sleepyhead. He naps a lot, but never in an ordinary position, or in his bed; he tends to sleep in various gravity bending position, especially upside down.

- Meaning, yes, when Billie comes to steal his gem, he was sleeping!

- And when he sleeps, he apparently snores and hoots.

- While hugging him would result in a kill from him, Ash confirmed Barnaby is a hugger! Hugging him would still involve him squeezing or stabbing you to death, tho'. And he'd feel both soft and slimy to the touch.

- Barnaby is around 10-11ft tall, and with his size-shifting abilities, he can be any height he wants; when he was alive tho', he's as tall as Aristotle, more or less.

- He doesn't need glasses anymore, but sometimes will wear them because they make him look smart. They also tend to follow the eyes' movements.

- Barnaby is very emotional: while it won't stop him from trying to kill you, he will cry if he sees you cry. Ironically, he would comfort you until you feel better. Then he'll kill you.

- It's been confirmed that Barnaby's biggest fear has "already come true".

- His tears are orange, just like his eyes.

- Barnaby is not one to open his heart easily, but the moment he does, there's many ways to reach it. He's quite romantic, tho' not in the usual way: if you gave him a dead rat, he'd consider it a very romantic gesture!

- It's been stated he doesn't have a partner now, but in life, "maybe".

- When it comes to children, it's been confirmed he'd be the best caregiver alongside Dutch, althought for him "it's complicated".

- He apparently had a child of his own, if the picture posted about him during "Father's Day" is any indication. What happened to the little one hasn't been revealed yet.

- Apparently he's the least judgemental character in BBU!

- If he had a TV, it'd be old timey, and he'd watch something really random. Like ducks.

- Barnaby loves small critters; Ash specifically mentions they always linked him with guinea pigs. And indeed, Barnaby had a science guinea pig co-worker once, that turned into an actual guinea pig because of a reckless experiment, and he took care of them.

- He's able to control reality; it's unclear if it's his gem's doing, or his magic power as a ghost.

- In any case, he's now the most powerful character in the game

- Back in his alive days, he was a magic researcher and scientist.

- He actually owned the gem before he turned into a ghost. He even experimented on it, and it's suggested that actually sealed his fate.

- A lot of songs from Oingo Boingo and Lemon Demon fit him: Ash specifically mentioned "Weird Science" as really "Barnabycore"

- Barnaby is autistic: he stims by hooting and flapping his wings when he's excited.

- When he's scared or nervous, he tends to cover himself with his wings.

- Katie said that, if he were a candy, he'd be a sour blueberry.

- Barnaby lives in his own dimension, with his own mansion and everything. And he can travel between realities. Although one comment from Katie suggests he's trapped in there, but it's too early to say for sure.

- According to the devs, he was inspired by Weird Al Yankovic, Lewis from Mystery Skulls and Discord from MLP.

- No, he wasn't inspired by Snatcher, since the development of BBU has lasted longer than A Hat in Time. The two of them canonically know each other tho': only problem is, Snatcher hates Barnaby's guts and finds him too clingy, while the owl adores him.

- He canonically knows Wally Darling from "Welcome Home" and Kira from "Far Fetched" too, since he can travel between realities.

- Barnaby has his guests come to his home by portals that pop just below them. He apparently has kidnapped people before, every once in a while.

- He'd get along well with Dutch.

- It's left vague whether he knows Fantoccio or not.

- He actually has never met Arthur nor Aristotle before the game.

- In any case, he'd find Aristotle really funny, and wouldn't take them seriously.

-- Barnaby is aware of the player, and can break the 4th wall. And that's why only he can use Twitter.

- Whenever he writes on Twitter, hE WRiTSE LIkE THIS!!!

- Barnaby is REALLY mischeavous, and finds no problem in cheating in games. But if YOU cheat, then he gets ticked off.

- This suggests he's also a sore loser.

- Judging by his expression in the cutscene, he doesn't like being interrupted.

- It's been confirmed he smells like meldew. :P

- He could fake glitching out, then attack the moment you come to check out what's going on with him.

- He HATES party crashers. Also scarecrows: not good for conversations. And he's not interested in their crops.

- He can play the organ: Katie even suggested that if you hear it in the background of his chapter, that's him playing it.

- He was a young prodigy, back when he was alive!

- Don't be fooled by his goofy antics: he's very smart, still loves making experiments and can speak a lot of languages.

- Ironically, he hates skulls: he finds them icky.

- He was 25-26 when he died; he's been dead for 100+ years.

- Time is very important for him: that's why there's so many clocks in his parlor. It's been suggested he sees partying as a way to keep track with time.

- Despite that, Barnaby himself in the contest video has briefly stated he tends to forget what year it is.

- There's tons of pictures in his manor: all of them depict him, suggesting he's good at painting.

- Katie has noted that Barnaby "remembers everything". When asked if there's something he'd rather forget, they stated that "what he wants and what he needs are very different things".

- His family is "infinite", apparently. Then again, one of his very early descriptions stated he's got no friends nor family to speak about...

- He's been described as "self interested"

- When asked which character had the most trauma, without giving hints about being traumatized, Katie confirmed Barnaby as the answer, even stating his story makes them the saddest, alongside Fanto's.

- His favorite color is pink!

- He can change himself into lots of animals, and can even clone himself!

- When asked if he can talk to his alive self, Katie said it's "technically possible".

- Back when he was alive, he was noted as a dork and a hardworker, so much so he'd even pull one-nighters before making speeches for his research. Katie jokingly suggested that's why he parties so much: it's to make up for lost time!

- He had a different way of speaking, back when he was alive. And his icks were probably different as well.

- When he gets overwhelmed, he has a shutdown, and goes completely silent.

- At early stages, Barnaby was supposed to be a bug.

- The moment his design as a ghost was chosen, he went through a lot of palette options, like a pale blue color like he came from "The Haunted Mansion", or all colorful like "Dia de los Muertos". Ultimately they settled for his currently shadowy look because, not only it's easier to animate, it was in line with his backstory.

- Barnaby can melt. It's still unclear what triggers such a reaction, but some pictures hint that it's tied to his psychological state.

- Barnaby has been noted that he can talk fancy, but he's not eloquent.

- His favorite dance is the charleston!

- Ash has stated that in the game he is going to be depicted doing something similiar to "singing himself to sleep".

- Apparently he still makes pellets from his mouth. Dead or not, he's still an owl.

- He often puts emphasis on words, sometimes even making his bowtie spin.

- In the latest Twitter post featuring him, when you decode the garbled message, you can read: "Barnaby lies Along in his thoughts, Resting On the floor Neglected". Not only this hints at his turmoil, it also hides the word "BARON". It's unclear if it's his name, a title he possessed, or someone or thing else entirely connected to him.

- He loves recieving scretches on his head.

- Barnaby can cook, but he'll more often than not leave that to the Barnaboos.

- He's not that interested in gardening, even tho' he owns a greenhouse.

- He'd enjoy playing "Luigi's Mansion"!

- In Super Smash Bros. he'd main Meta Knight, even relating to him.

- He'd happily accept smoochies, apparently!

- His favorite party game is "Pin the tail on the owl".

- If you are his friend, he'd consider it even more of a reason to stay in the manor and never leave!

- He has claimed that he's used to give himself self love and compliments, since no one else does it. That, and his tendency to ask others for hugs or if they need a hug to calm down, suggests he's affection starved.

- He tends to react to compliments from fans by smiling bashfully, or happily shouting that he's popular.

- Katie stated that his favorite movie would be something unexpected, like "Marnie & Me" or "Up".

- Barnaby can see everything from the eyes of the plushies that look like him. So, if you bought one... watch out...

- Among his early designs, he also looked like a completely different owl, tall and austere looking, who was the guardian of the forest. It was changed because the devs wanted a goofy boss that could stand out among the others.

- Having said that, it seems Barnaby was the last boss to be officially revealed, and initially the game only had Elaine, Dutch and Fantoccio as the main bosses.

- Barnaby LOVES puns. A good deal of the lines he says when you get defeated in his chase contain a pun.

- You try being slick by stating you want to die of old age? Too bad: Barnaby will make you age rapidly. Despite that, Katie confirmed he doesn't have time related powers...

- Katie and Ash confirmed Barnaby can fly. And such a sight is apparently really hilarious.

- Barnaby loves shiny trinkets: if he sees a sparkly thread, he'll fixate on it and will follow its movements. It's like with a cat following a laser.

- Barnaby has teeth; they're orange and sharp, and come out when he's ticked off, or especially devious.

- When he was alive, he only used he/him pronouns. He became comfortable with all pronouns after he died. He's always been interested in men.

- This goes without saying, but still: he operates on cartoon logic. He can use both his wings AND his feet as hands. Even both feet can act as hands, even when they appear off camera. How? Because it's Barnaby and he can do anything he sets his mind into!

#Billie Bust Up #BBU Barnaby #Barnaby #Fave Character #Comfort Character #Personal Rambles

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cuubism · 1 year

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k so I've been thinking about the mechanics of hob's immortality because (as I think you've mentioned) we don't know EXACTLY how it works — just that he can't die.

now as I see it there are several options, some of them I've seen and some of them I came up with because I thought they would be interesting. also this is pretty long, so feel free to ignore, but I have Thoughts and Must Express Them. (tw gore)

option 1 is the most common one, where hob heals fast & if you do something that would kill a normal person, he just heals from it. maybe he goes unconscious for a bit, then he wakes up and he's better. so there are questions about does his heart actually stop for a while and then restart, what happens if you cut out his heart / cut off his head / blow him up or sth. your standard impossible-to-kill package. sometimes this option includes Father Time interfering so hob doesn't age.

option 2 is a variation which personally I like a bit better: hob heals faster than whatever kills him. so if you try to blow him up, he heals really fast so he doesn't actually get separated into a bunch of tiny pieces. cutting off his head? his neck heals into place around the knife. shoot him? the bullet is pushed out of his body as it quickly heals. but with a minor injury, he has to deal with it like anyone else, because his body doesn't need to heal super fast to avoid him dying. a paper cut won't kill him, so he has to live with it for a while. his cells are regenerating at the exact right speed so he isn't ageing or getting younger.

option 3 is that he heals at normal person speed, but no matter what you do, he just doesn't die. so if you stab him, he'll bleed out and out and out and he'll pass out but he'll still be alive even when he has almost no blood in his body left. if you blow him up, he will be alive while being a bunch of tiny pieces. so there are possibilities for some sort of unending torment.

option 4 is that he heals normally, but if you kill him, he goes unconscious for a bit and wakes up with no injuries or even scars he's acquired since the last time he was killed. each almost-death is like a reset button. maybe he ages between deaths and resets to age 34 each time he "dies", maybe he doesn't age for some other reason.

option 5 is possibly my favourite. in this one, it's just impossible for anything to kill him. like, he's impossibly lucky — you fire a gun at his head, it'll miss or the gun will misfire or he'll duck impossibly quickly. a building falls down with him inside, he happens to be standing in just the right spot so that he doesn't get crushed. the spacetime continuum bends around him to preserve his life. this version of hob would be injured & get sick like a normal person, he'd just always be lucky enough to recover. he doesn't age because his cells just happen to not deteriorate over time. some questions here about how the 17th century went — according to this theory, he would've found food before he starved, which doesn't quite make sense with "do you know how hungry a man can get when he doesn't die but he doesn't eat", but we can ignore that for now.

so basically I have lots of ideas and feel like they could all be really interesting... thoughts?

i honestly love pretty much all the options for different reasons and i'm not sure i could even pick one i think is "canon" because there are so many possibilities

the first one (he heals faster than normal) is the one i see in fics the most, which makes sense because it's super plot-convenient especially if you're writing action. i think it's maybe... the least interesting thematically? it just makes writing easy XD does make me wonder about if he was blown up or something, but maybe he just magically avoids getting completely blown up and just gets a bad wound he can heal from. i do like the idea of him "dying" in the sense that his body shuts down, he just comes back because death doesn't take his soul. makes for great angst potential

option 2 is FUN. hob: 5000, injury: 0. he gets blown up and yeets back together. "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". kind of eldritch terror hob, strange feral creature hob too.

hob just surviving despite anything works really well with his characterization, I think. it pairs with his sheer determination to live. you can drain all of his blood but he'll still come back. you can do anything to him and he'll still want to live. it's resonant. i also like the idea of him having to heal normally, it's almost too easy if he just heals automatically. life isn't easy and hob knows that well. and he still wants it. this also matches with the way death describes what she's done: she withholds her gift, she doesn't bestow a favor. so whenever hob was meant to die, death just doesn't show.

aging between deaths and then resetting is a fun idea. it would make his life easier in some sense because he wouldn't be caught out as an immortal as easy. it makes me wonder, if he "dies" of old age does he just revert, too? does he meet death each time and she does some kind of magic to put him back? almost has a reincarnation feel to it. hob gets to reinvent himself over and over, as he does in canon.

i LOVE the luck one, it's funny and charming XD hob just wilding his way through life avoiding bullets at every turn. this would require a lot of power on the part of the endless, i think, but it is VERY fun. hob can do a little Metaphysical Parkour as a treat.

i propose a sixth, which is not very canonical but would still be fun to play with: hob cannot die, but he can be killed. (sort of in the way that vampires won't die but can be killed). so hob will live "forever" in the sense that he will not age and die, will never perish of any natural malady or illness, but he can be killed so he must safeguard his life very carefully. i think it's extremely unlikely hob would have made it to 2022 (probably wouldn't have even made it to 1489) with this eventuality, but it lends a tasty weight to any moment when hob actually does risk his life. he can be killed, but he still jumps in front of his stranger with no hesitation when trouble arises. some things are worth the risk; what those things are is very interesting.

one time hob does get seriously injured in one of these stunts protecting dream, nearly dies, manages to pull through, and dream says, "I did not think you would live," and Hob just grins at him through the blood all over him and is like, "didn't I tell you when we met that I wasn't going to die?" the sheer hubris of that man, but it works out for him.

again this goes against the canon framing of death's gift - or lack thereof - but i think it's fun.

#hob gadling #hob's ability to die #sandman meta #i guess #thanks for the ask!#anonymous #ask #dreamling

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malereader-inserts · 1 year

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Forget Me

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Male!Reader Summary: To the one who got away Word Count: 584

"Get over it, Draco, he's forgotten about you!"

That stabbed Draco in the heart, he wasn't prepared to hear those words from his friends. He knows it's true, as he looks over at you with your friends and he can tell that you have completely erased your history with him.

Days ache and nights are long, two years and still you're not gone. He guesses that he's still holding on. He feels pathetic, he doesn't understand why he couldn't let you go and the memories of you. It's the last thing he has of you. Happy, caring memories that he holds dear to his heart.

He still thinks of you as an angel sent from the above, even if you did the most heinous crime - he would love you all the same.

"I can't," He mumbles out to his friends, who sigh at him, "It's (y/n)."

"Did you forget what happened when you broke up? He wished you death! Said you did everything wrong and the words he said? God, they were absolutely vile."

"He's not perfect nor am I, Theo, I said stuff that was just as bad as him."

Theo rolled his eyes, not knowing what was so enchanting about you. No one in Draco's friend group really understands the attraction to you, especially the argument after the two of you broke up, which occurred in front of the whole school during the evening meal.

"It's been two years, Draco," Blaise patted his friend on the shoulder, "You have to move on."

Draco sighed because he was not ready to find out you know how to forget him. He'd rather hear how much you regret him and pray to God that you never met him than forget him.

"I mean, you made him cry," Theo snorted when he reminded Draco, who glared at him, "Hey, it was your actions, not mine."

"Are we seriously talking about (Y/n), again?" Pansy asked, walking up to the table, and joining her friend for dinner, "This is such a monthly occurrence, can we not?"

"Try convincing sad boy here, he's huffing and sighing wistfully as he longly stares at (Y/n)," Blaise teased, as the glare was now directed to him.

"It's getting pathetic."

"I am aware of that!" Draco snaps, before stabbing his food, "When you get your heart broken don't come running to me when you're feeling like I am now."

They leave Draco be, as he looks down at his plate, he's lost his appetite. He wants to pull his head up to look over at you, but he can't. He can't be caught staring at you by you, that was just embarrassing. He huffed slightly, playing with his food.

It was so stupid to him, he knows exactly it's been two years since you were his, and he just can't get over it. Perhaps it was because you were truly his first love, the person who looked past all his flaws and loved him all the same.

But, now, when he sees you, you're happily conversing with your friends in your house. You look so much happier without him, looking so carefree, it makes him wonder if he was dragging you down in the relationship.

He wishes he could rewind him, make everything better, do stuff differently and maybe you would still be his boyfriend. There's no hope now, anyway, you'll continue with your life without a thought of him and he will always remember the lover that got away.

#draco malfoy x male reader #draco malfoy imagine #x male reader #draco malfoy

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Hello! <3

This request will be strange, but can you do the reactions of Jack, Odin and Hades when they find out that a teenage reader comes from a dysfunctional family? Her parents are always fighting, her brother has threatened to kill or hit her since she was little and has even hanged her. He doesn't talk much because he considers it "normal", especially since his parents ignore his brother's behavior.

If it bothers you, don't do it. And thanks in advance for reading this, take care. I hope you are well 💖

-You sniffled softly, trying to hide your tears, clutching your hand to your chest, the white hot pain bringing more and more tears.

-Your parents were useless, they always have been, ignoring you, ignoring your pleas for help as your older brother tortured you.

-He would hit you, pull your hair, slap you around, just because he could, because he knew your parents wouldn’t do a damn thing.

-He would threaten you, if you tried to ask for help, with even worse, and has followed through a few times, the day he tied a rope around your neck and tried to hang you made a shiver run through your body.

-You had always been too scared to ask for help, going to police, as you were afraid they weren’t going to do anything, as you did it once, and told you to not abuse the police for a big brother picking on you, ignoring the welts on your arms from his hits with his belt.

-Today was your breaking point, he wanted to see what the inside of your hand looked like and stabbed you, your shriek caused your parents to yell at you, and when he went to go tell them you just fell, you ran.

-You remember rounding a corner, sprinting, and running into someone, but then everything went black.

-The bed you woke up in was so soft, so warm, you just wanted to lay there for the rest of your life, a soft sigh leaving you.

-A hand on your forehead made you flinch, jerking back as your eyes opened and a soft groan left you as your vision swirled.

-The hand returned, holding a cool rag over your eyes, “Easy now, slowly.”

-You didn’t know the voice but after a few moments, you calmed down and looked up to see a handsome, older looking man, looking down at you in worry.

-He explained that you ran into him, refusing to hear any sort of apology, as he had seen your condition, and when he brought you to his home, he found the other signs of your abuse.

-You were ashamed, not wanting to look at him, before he gave you a smile that seemed like he had a secret, “You’re safe here. Your brother won’t hurt you again.”

-Your eyes widened, “How- how did…” he chuckled softly, “I have my ways. After I patched you up, I followed the blood back to your house and found your brother trashing his room in fury and I saw the knife.”

-It was so strange, being treated so gently, something he was quick to notice as he took care of you, giving you food that you wolfed down, like you were being starved, and ignoring the flinches from his head pats.

-He was furious to learn your parents didn’t do a thing, ignoring you, thinking you were making things up, despite showing obvious signs of abuse, and he grinned, “You can stay here with me, I’ll be your new dad.”

-Your sparkling eyes were the only answer he needed as you agreed.

-He never made you feel like a burden, taking care of you, making sure you were happy and fed, and you had never felt so comfortable before.

-That is, until a knock came to the door, it was the police, your parents, and your brother, claiming (Dad) kidnapped you.

-You hid under your bed, hands over your mouth to stifle your breathing as he let the police in, but not your family.

-The police were concerned, seeing you near a panic attack when (Dad) managed to coax you out from under the bed, seeing the wounds, old wounds, all over you.

-You told the police you weren’t going back to that house, where you brother could abuse you to his heart’s content and your parents ignore you, and if they made you, you were going to run away and never stop running.

-The police called in some paramedics, which freaked your brother out, something your parents didn’t notice, only caring about the staring neighbors now, worried for their reputation.

-After confirming that your wounds were days old, nothing within the past day, except for the stab wound, which was also more than a day old, they all agreed that (Dad) didn’t do anything.

-The police tried to pry, “Why didn’t you go to the police?” you scowled darkly, “I tried- and was told to not abuse the police for my big brother picking on me.”

-Eyes hardened all around the room as they realized you were blown off and forced to endure another two years, since you last called, of torture.

-Your parents tried to demand where you were when the police and paramedics walked out and were promptly shocked when they were placed in cuffs, followed by your brother who almost went feral, demanding to be let go.

-Your parents were stunned at the charges, ranging from child neglect to abuse, while your brother was having attempted murder charges, after you told them about almost being hanged, and getting stabbed.

-(Dad) stood next to the door while you peeked out, glaring at all of them while your parents tried to demand what was going on.

-That’s when they saw you, in a tank top and shorts, showing the bruises, welts, old scars, stab wound, and everything else as you glared, “I’ve been begging for help for years, but you always ignored me and never believed me. Fuck you all.”

-Jack- While disapproving of your language, he let it slide, just this once, you earned it. He lifted a hand to pat the back of your head as they were hauled off, awaiting the investigation of their home once the warrant was obtained, leaving you with Jack after they deemed him safe for you. Jack ushered you back inside, guiding you back to bed, “You’re not allowed to get up for the rest of the day, you went through something very traumatic.” You wanted to pout but he could see your smile as he poked your cheek, making you grin before he went and got some more hot chocolate for you. You melted back into your pillows, sighing gently as you closed your eyes, feeling so content, so safe.

-Odin- He ruffled your hair gently, but said nothing as he stepped forward, stepping in front of you, “You’re first mistakes was harming a child, your second is trying to demand something of a god.” His aura was so intimidating, but to you, you were staring in awe, completely amazed by it, while the cops looked a bit exasperated with his actions. After assuring to let Odin know once it was done, the police went off to search your home, as well as question your family, for any evidence of the abuse. Once they were gone Odin surprised you by picking you up and carrying you back to bed, leaving you with Muninn and Huginn who told you to stay in bed while you stroked down their backs gently, waiting for Odin to come back with some hot tea for the both of you.

-Hades- He looked proud, seeing you stand up for yourself, but even that bit of proudness did little to quell his rage inside, hearing how you’ve been asking for help for years, even from the police, only to be blown off by everyone. Rest assured, he was going to do everything in his power as king of the underworld to find out who responded to you and left you in that hell hole. Hades also demanded to know when the investigation was completed, something he was assured he would be the first to be notified. You disappeared from the doorway and heard you giggling and followed the sound to your room, and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing Cerberus curled up on your bed, taking up all of it, while you were petting him, getting kisses. Hades chuckled softly, coming over to ruffle your hair gently and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling so safe with your new dad.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper #ror odin #ror hades

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lolishdes · 9 months

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❝…But Perhaps Someone else does?❞ || AlHaitham x Reader

✧A/N: Take note that this part is only considered as an alternative ending if some of you are not satisfied with the “He Loves me not” ending. Because originally YNs story ends with leaving Diluc and that's it, but since you don't like what that cheating bastard did, here you all go.

If some of you are interested in reading other thoughts I have about this story, please click here! Enjoy my loves!

✧Warning/s: Smut, mentions of bruises caused by Diluc

✧Synopsis: Your life seems to only get harder as you are going through your divorce. However a familiar face suddenly comes back to your life, his lingering touches and unforgettable memories start resurfacing. Should you really be dwelling in the past?

✧Word Count: 6.2k words

Minors kindly don't interact!

You knew that things would only get ugly from here on out. Oh how you wish this divorce would go smoothly, for Diluc to just settle things as quickly as possible and agree to your terms but of-fucking-course he had to make things much more difficult than it should be. Who are you kidding, it's Diluc you're talking about here, should you really be surprised?

Despite the taunts and screaming you both did that one dreadful night, it seems he still isn't willing to let you go as his wife. You concluded it's perhaps some sense of embarrassment he feels as the public would soon find out his failed marriage, that although he seems to have it all, in the end he is just as flawed as everyone else. And just like many husbands before him, he brings shame to the marriage caused by his own folly.

After all, there's nothing more harmful to a man than when his ego is being hit.

But oh well, you have other things to worry about. He may be a bother but that doesn't stop you from living your life. You buried yourself with endless paperwork, spending hours in the office just so you could avoid ever giving a single thought about that red headed bastard… But deep down it's also because once you get back to your apartment no one awaits you. At least before there was someone, even though said someone was a fool, at least there was just someone there.

Sadly there's consequences to this endless workload you have put on yourself. Having to neglect yourself, especially with the amount of sleep you've been getting. Fortunately Yelan is there to help you out. Whenever and wherever you need her, somehow she pops into your life and simply makes things a little more bearable.

“Here, I bought some grilled chicken with salad at the sides, don't forget to eat them, alright?” Yelan places down the take out food on your desk, the smell wafts through your nose, enticing you to devour it as soon as possible. You smile at her kindness, she honestly didn't need to do all of this, using up her time and complaining nonstop was already enough. And yet here she is going the extra mile for you.

“What are you smiling for? Go eat your food, you rampant raccoon.” Yelan pushes the paper bag towards you as she jests. She's been calling you a raccoon for the past few weeks now, pointing out the obvious eye bags that are under your eyes. Though she calls you this in an affectionate way, it's her way of lightening up the mood. You roll your eyes at that and place the food out of the paper bag, setting it down and pushing your paperwork to the side.

The food was still fresh and warm, satisfying the uncomfortable feeling of your stomach. While you start eating Yelan sits on the chair opposite to you and combs her hair away, sighing dramatically. “So, what's the update on that jackass, huh? Still playing hard to please or what?” “Yeah, I can feel that he’s trying to prolong this whole thing, it's pathetic really. Can’t he see that the sooner he agrees to the divorce the sooner he can be with that homewrecker.”

You looked down at your food, irritation evident on your face. You stabbed a particular chicken piece with the plastic fork, putting a little extra force. You couldn't bring yourself to even say their names, it just leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

Yelan frowns at your reaction, she places her hand on top of yours and rubs your hand in comfort. “Hey, let's talk about something else, alright? I heard that AlHaitham just came back, why don't you see him sometime?” Your body freezes at the name, it’s one you haven't heard in a while.

Yelan doesn't notice your reaction as she stands up from her seat and starts walking a bit around your office. “I’m sure you guys have things to catch up on. The guy probably misses you, well let’s hope he has time to see you. You know him, that damn casanova haha.” Yelan giggles to herself and your mind lingers a little more. Right, you've known Haitham for a while now…a while is a bit of an understatement thought.

And it's true that you guys have things to catch up on. After all, after you got married he left Mondstadt and went back to his home country, Sumeru to become a lawyer. That was years ago with not a single word from him.

Yelan and you continue talking while you finish your meal. Yet even then Haitham’s name rings at the back of your mind. After you were left alone you continued on with your work until it was already evening. Since you've been sitting for a good few hours you stretched your body as it relaxes as a response. A satisfied sigh escapes you, you stand up from your seat and stare at the view behind you. Your office was located at the top of the building and behind you was glass, this enabled you to see the view of the city, it's a sight you're never tired of seeing.

Your fingers touch the glass as you faintly see your reflection. Your thoughts roam back to what Yelan said a while ago, about visiting Haitham and catching up. You don't mind doing so, seeing a long time friend wouldn't be bad! But at the same time you're unsure. After all, you both left your relationship very…questionable and unsure.

Leaning your forehead on the glass, your mind then remembers back to earlier memories of Haitham. You scoff just thinking about that night.

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You retreat back to hiding behind the grass walls, yet not leaving just yet. “You're here.” Diluc spoke gently, a hint of joy in his tone. Jean gave a gentle laugh. “Yes I am, in the flesh. and I intend to stay here a little longer.” Although you cannot see what they are doing, you are most definitely sure they just share a kiss after that. Your whole body starts to shake and your eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are threatening to fall down. In that moment you can't seem to speak nor move, you felt powerless, alone and…vulnerable.

You start to tremble, your hands clutching the grass behind you, trying to find any kind of support to keep you standing. Suddenly a hand gently grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to them, you slowly turn to the person…it was Haitham. Haitham rarely showed emotions on his face, but these were one of the rare times wherein he showed concern towards you.

You still haven't said a word yet tears were already falling down, your face scrunches up as you sob. “Hayi I–” You spoke in a whisper however you saw the way Haithams eyes were already planning something else. Haitham walks right past you however you pull him back. “I’m going to kill him.” “Haitham please no, let’s just go, okay?” He looked back at you, anger was evident on his face. “He can't just do this to you–” He cut himself off as he saw the state you were in.

It just hurts seeing you like this.

Without a word he pulls you close to him, hugging you while you rest your head on his chest. You sob as quietly as you can while Haitham gently combs your hair. He was practically hovering over you, as if hiding you away from the cause of your heartbreak. Both of you stayed like that for a while just so you could get your emotions out.

After a while Haitham drags you away from the scene and both of you scurry away from the venue, with the state you're in you couldn't possibly continue with the night. Your heart felt incredibly painful while walking, Haitham’s arm was still wrapped around your shoulder since you still haven't recovered a proper pacing to your steps.

He called Yelan to come find you two. Currently Haitham and you were waiting by the entrance for the car to come fetch you. As soon as Yelan got the text she ran as fast as she could to you, a worried look on her face as soon as she saw you were practically leaning on Haitham for support. You turn to her and tears immediately fall down once again, you give Yelan a big hug as you sobbed. You tried explaining to Yelan what happened, words were practically slurred and broken by your sniffling.

Yelan panics a little by your state, she clearly doesn't understand anything you're saying but still tries to. When the car arrives she comes with you inside, the last thing you want right now is to be alone. As Haitham was about to shut the door he gave Yelan a serious look. “Take care of her for me, okay?” Yelan nodded and pulled you even closer to her side. “Of course, you don't have to tell me twice. You’ll handle the guests inside, right?” “Yeah I will, now go be safe.”

Soon the car left his vision as it got farther and farther.

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A frustrated sigh escapes you, your hand forms into a fist as you lightly bang on the glass. Fuck was that day a train wreck, you wonder why you didnt simply slap that man across the face when you had the chance. But you suppose you can't do anything now, back then you were still a fool in love, wallowing in your own sadness and pity. But not anymore, you've grown tired of all that.

Your thoughts were then interrupted when suddenly the telephone on your desk rings. You immediately walk towards it and pick up to answer. “Yes Yanfei what is it?” “Ma'am some woman just barged right in, I told her to wait since you're busy but–” The door abruptly opens and reveals...Oh.

Ah, this headache just never ceases does it? “It’s alright Yanfei, thank you for informing me.” You placed the phone back down as you stared back at the blonde in front of you, a look of irritation was all you gave her, not a single word was spoken for a while. Both of you just stood there, staring at one another in silence, daring the other to give in.

A pleasant smile was plastered on her face, but you know all too well there were thorns hidden within it. She lets out a frustrated sigh while looking away at you, she knows all too well what you're playing at and you showed no signs at talking first. She removes her black coat and drops it at a nearby couch. “You should teach that assistant of yours some manners.” “My employees are none of your business.” She simply raised her eyebrows and smiled at this, a feisty one are you?

“You're not one for games are you, alright i'll go straight to the point.” She stands before you, confidence and sureness radiating from her. “I suggest you stop this petty war, this would only be a detriment to both of you.” You scoff at this, was this why she came? To comment about your divorce? Wow the nerve of this woman.

“I never knew Diluc was this much of a coward, allowing you to talk on his behalf. Once you see him tell him I don't bite, yeah?” Jean's face suddenly cracks, her eyes furrow in anger. “Just think about it, divorcing him would only damage both of your reputations and the bonds of both of your families!” “So is that what Diluc wants to tell me? That he does'nt want this divorce because his fucking reputation is on the line, along with his fathers approval? He can flaunt his daddy issues and insecurities somewhere else.” You divert your attention towards your desk, you fix the paperwork and folders that are scattered around. You didn't want to give this woman the time nor day, the audacity really.

Jean watches you and wasn't pleased by this. Her hands clutch into a fist, her patience was runner low. “You know what, I felt bad for you back then. You seem to really care about Diluc, but now I see who you truly are, no wonder why time and time again he chose to run back to me.” You stop what you were doing and suddenly grab Jeans collar, inching her close to you. You clutch on her collar hard, not letting her pull away as your face was close to hers.

“You come to my office, disrespect my staff and now disrespect me? You really know no boundaries do you?” You release her, harshly pushing her off away from you. She stumbles back as she clutches the place you just grabbed. “Leave.” Jean huffs, anger and fear was both evident on her face. She grabs her coat and proceeds to slam your doors shut, a loud bang follows.

Anger was still rising within you, could things get any worse? You slumped down and sat on your chair, you started to scratch your temples in frustration and rub your hand on your face. God you feel so messed up right now, you can't seem to catch a break. First it was Diluc and now it was his woman? As if Diluc wasn't a handful already. Tears of frustration fell down the corners of your eyes, you were just so angry so…tired.

Jean's words hit a nerve within you, sure you don't love Diluc anymore but that doesn't mean you aren't hurt by the very fact that you were betrayed. Betrayed not once but multiple times as well, and the craziest part was back then you simply allowed it, turning a blind eye every time.

Fuck you felt to terrible right now, you just needed someone right now. You can't bear the suffocating silence of the office. You brought out your phone and was about to call Yelan, however your phone suddenly pops a notification, someone just texted you. The person didn't have a name, you clicked on the message and viewed their text, you half expected it's probably spam or some person trying to scam you.

Unknown: Hey, is this still your number? If it is then do you want to meet up? My doors are open for you, same place and passcode. See you here.

You immediately knew who messaged you. The dry and direct way of texting was already obvious who it was, its Haitham. You wipe the tears off your face and stare at the message for a while, contemplating whether to accept his offer or not. Holy shit you haven't seen him for a while and now he just wants to meet you back at his apartment like it's nothing? You don't know if its the fucked up feelings you have right now but you said screw it and start grabbing your things and head to your car.

At this point what do you have to lose anyways? You started your car and drove off to the location, you knew where it was already. Hell, how could you forget? It's where you and Haitham used to spend many hours during your college days. Late night study hours, staying up at night to watch movies… and even find one another tangled up naked on each other's bodies under the bed sheets.

Your relationship with Haitham was undefined. You were close, more than friends yet less than lovers type of thing. There was always that spark, that something between you two. Yet neither of you said anything nor pursued it, maybe it was for the best? You don't know. But all you knew is that back then you were fine with that dynamic. After all you guys were in college, fooling around and experimenting was what you guys did best. And both of you were the perfect match.

But you suppose no fruitful relationship would bloom between you two, after all he was one who had a lot of casual sex with different women. That's a little bit of a surprise considering that he doesn't look the type, but oh well looks can be deceiving. Knowing that, you obviously wouldn't see him as boyfriend material, the heartbreak would not be worth it. And yet here you are heartbroken and driving off to meet him.

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Once you've arrived you parked your car, you were about to get out when you just remembered you looked like absolute shit right now. Black mascara smudged the corners of your eyes while dark circles were under your eyes. Thankfully you bring your beauty kit everywhere, you grab your necessities and head to the bathroom of the apartment building.

You applied a fresh coat of mascara, eyeliner and lip tint on you. While those set into your skin and dry you combed your hair, praying to god they behave properly tonight. After that you sprayed yourself with perfume, letting every inch of your body be coated in the floral scent. As you look at the mirror you turn and look at every inch of yourself, alright you look decent at least, well it's the best that you can do.

After one last look in the mirror you grabbed your things and headed up to his apartment. You took the elevator and tapped on the button to the highest floor where Haitham is. Mid way going up a pang of realization hits you. Oh my gods why are you assuming that Haitham was gonna fuck you? What if he just really wants to see you since it's been years? You groan and lean on the elevator walls, wow are you assuming things, you look like a fool right now. You're not even sure if he even likes you that way anymore!

A ping rings as it indicates that you have already arrived. “Oh gooood.” You groan as you step out of the elevator. You know what fuck it, you’re already here might as well go through with the original plan. Once you've come face to face with his door you press down the passcode, and just as expected it worked.

As you slowly opened the door you could see the living room of Haitham just a few feet away, a nostalgic feeling rises within you. Everything stayed the same, the same decorations, the same furniture arrangement… you can't help but miss it.

“Haitham? Hello? Are you here?” You call out his name, you know he's here, it's just that you're making sure. You walk over to his kitchen, maybe he’s there? Nope, it was empty as well. Just then you heard footsteps behind you, without thinking of much you turned. “There you are, why didn't you answ– AHH!” You stumble back a bit from the sight, Haitham was drying his hair with a towel while being shirtless, only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. “Stop making so much noise, I already told you I was waiting here.”

You beg the archons above to help you, cause you're definitely not Barbatos’ strongest soldier. Haitham walks past you and goes into the kitchen and gets some drinks in the fridge. “Go sit on the couch, I'll join you in a bit.” You complied without a word and headed to the living room, you sat down and looked at your surroundings. Yup still left how you remember it was. Though that's only to be expected, Haitham was never one for redecorating anyways…

Haitham comes back and sets some beer down. “Are you not going to wear a shirt?” “I’m in the comfort of my home, I get to dress how I like.” “Well yeah, if you're alone but you have a guest right here.” Haitham shrugs at this and has a sly smirk on his face. “You're already used to it anyways.” He takes a gulp of his beer and walks to the other side of the couch you're sitting on. He’s putting some distance between you two. There was only silence for a while, Haitham took gulps and sips of his drink while looking at the windows, you on the other hand was awkwardly holding the beer with both of your hands.

“So, how've you been? Heard you're some ruthless lawyer now, things seem to go smoothly for you.” “Hmm more or less, there's a lot of work to be had in Sumeru along with clients. I've been kept busy.” “That's good to hear, that's what you've always wanted, right? Your dreams are coming true.” You smile bitterly down the unopened can of beer you held, he moved on with life without you. Everything was going so right for him, and what about you? A fucking mess that’s what.

Haitham takes notice of your expression and asks a question himself. “And you? Are things going well on your end?” God you didn't want to lie to Haitham, but something within you wants to. Maybe it's because you don't want him to see you in such a wreck, to see you so vulnerable…to see you finally got your karma after being such a fool despite his warnings before.

“T-things are great, of course! Yelan’s been coming to my office and been pretty busy with work too–”

“Bullshit.”

Haitham fully turned his body towards you, his eyes were staring right at you and a stern look was plastered on his face. Your eyes look away from him, shame and embarrassment on your face as you stop speaking. A sigh from Haitham follows, he places his can on the small table in front of him. “You're still a horrible liar until now.”

He moves to the other side of the couch where you are, you feel so small right now. All exposed like this, a complete mess both mentally and emotionally. As he inches closer you prepare yourself for Haitham's harsh words, though they may sting to hear, you know that they are nothing but the truth.

However that did not come true. Instead, you felt warmth touch your face, his index finger glides on your left cheek swiping away some strands of hair in the process. You finally look at him, his face closer than ever. To your surprise he held a very soft expression, but that's not the only thing you notice. He has definitely matured and aged like fine wine, you can see some wrinkles under his eyes, his chin is more defined, and you can tell by the finger on your skin that his hands have gotten rougher.

Fuck why are you thinking about all this?

Why the hell do you know if his skin got rougher or every little thing that has changed on his face? Pathetic, that's what your brain is.

“You haven't changed a bit, have you? With how you're acting you're definitely not helping your case.” A soft smile was on his face, his finger gently brushing your skin still. You gently swath his hand away from your face, what is he doing right now? Is he trying to be condescending? To mock you?

Haitham sees your frown, you're really trying your hardest not to look at him, huh? “Hey, talk to me.” His voice was soft and his attention was all on you. Fuck all of this, you dont need this kind of embarrassment right now. “Haitham no, god It was a mistake to come here.” You stood up from the couch and headed straight to the door. Why in hell did you think this was a good idea, you should've known by now that impulsive choices wouldn't get you anywhere good. “Y/N hold on, listen to me please!” Haitham grabs a hold of your arm, rendering you unable to take another step.

But his grip wasn't painful…it wasn't painful like the way Diluc handled you that one night. Instead it felt as if he was trying his best not to hurt you yet still keeping you from leaving just yet. You turn to face him, releasing yourself from his grip in the process. “Fine, you want to talk, let's talk! My life is a mess Haitham, you were right that Diluc wasn't going to change and dammit I knew that too! Is that what you want to fucking hear form me? That you were right?” You finally release the anger swelling inside you, but fuck was it wrong to do all this. He doesn't deserve to be screamed at, damn was this a horrible way to reunite.

Your chest heaves from anger yet even after you've shown such an ugly side of yourself Haitham’s face stays calm and gentle. “I'm just so tired right now Haitham, I feel terrible. I just want the pain to end.” You start wiping off some angry tears, there wasn't much to wipe away considering that you've been crying so many times already.

Seeing this Haitham brings his arms closer to yours and embraces you in a warm hug. “Haitham what are you do–” “Shh don't speak.” And you followed him. Both of you stood there in silence once again, only the occasional sniffling from you can he heard while Haitham rubs your back in comfort.

Haitham closes his eyes seeing the state that you're in. He can't believe he just left you all alone to fend for yourself. He out of all people should know what loneliness is like. And yet here he is, leaving Mondstadt where he knew your husband would keep hurting you time and time again. And right now you've reached your breaking point.

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He was kissing you so aggressively. Fuck its been a while since youve been intimate with him, and even after years later that fire within you still burns for him. Most of your clothes were torn off and both of you were left vulnerable. Haitham above you soaks in the sight, lays before him as you are left breathless and needy for his touch. Your legs were spread and lay between his hips, while you bit your finger to suppress some noises to escape your lips.

Fuck do you look breathtaking right now.

Haitham thinks you've definitely become more beautiful over the years, your hips are more defined and you're more sensitive to touch. You look like you've been blessed by the gods themselves.

He starts kissing you again, capturing your lips with his, there was more tongue going on now. It was simply a natural reaction, whenever he gets too riled up he can't help but kiss you. His hands start fondling your chest, pinching and rubbing them to get those soft moans out of you and while he's doing that he's grinding his clothed cock on you. “Mm! Haitham!” “Shh I got you, honey” His fingers were replaced so this time his mouth was the one stimulating your gorgeous tits. His fingers were busy fondling your sweet pussy through your panties, making sure to tease it enough that you're getting wet.

Once he hears your whines he finally gives you mercy and rips your panties off you. You could hear the fragile fabric tear off, you let out a soft groan and Haitham simply chuckled. “Sorry about that, I’ll buy you a new pair, yeah?” His fingers start rubbing your sensitive clit, rubbing it in circular motion before teasing your entrance. He always knew how to pleasure you, the right amount of pressure and time to put in each place of your body. Finally he puts a finger inside you and your back arches in pleasure, Haitham bites his lip at your reaction.

That's it, succumb to the pleasure.

Once he sees that you're bucking your hips for more he pulls his finger out and slaps your sensitive cunny. You jump at that and moan out. “Tsk tsk so impatient.” All you can do is whine out while Haitham puts his finger back in, but this time he adds a second one. “Let me take care of you, pretty. So just lay there and feel good” His fingers thrust in and out of you, your hands find themselves clutching on his bedsheets. His pace starts to quicken and soon he finds the spot that has you quivering all over your body. You're moaning out to Haitham’s name while Haitham simply watches you in complete pleasure, god he misses hearing you like this.

“Haitham I’m going to cum!”

“Go ahead, cum for me please.”

You shut your eyes as you could feel the bundles within your stomach start to tear apart as you reach your climax. You slowly ride out your orgasm, his fingers leave you gently since you're still very sensitive down there. Haitham gets some tissues by the night stand and cleans his fingers, after that he takes a hold of your face. Your breathing was still a little uneven as you're still trying to calm down. “Are you alright? Want me to help you take a bath?”

Wait…what? Bath? Was he already done?

You were suddenly out of your daze and sat up to look at Haitham. “...Bath? Wait, that was it?” Your eyes furrow in worry. Oh god you hope that wasn't it, that he just gave you some mind blowing orgasm out of pity?

Haitham can see your panic, already making conclusions but he stops before you leave again. He cups your cheek. “Y/N, listen to me. I would love more than anything to make love with you tonight, but I just can’t– fuck.” He stops himself from finishing as he rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes as if he's contemplating something. He sighs before continuing.

“I just don't want to take advantage of your feelings right now, that's the last thing that I want from this.” You grab a hold of the back of Haitham’s neck and pull him into a kiss. Take advantage of your feelings? Fuck he was the one of the few good things that appeared during this whole mess and he’s just going to back off now?

You pull away from the kiss and look directly at his eyes. “You're not taking advantage of anything Haitham, in fact this, no, you are what I need right now. Now finish what you goddamn started.” Haithams eyes widened at your bold statement. There was not a speck of unsureness in your voice nor eyes. He pushes you back down and grabs a hold of your hips, he grinds his clothed cock on you, adding pleasure to your sensitive cunny.

He then starts removing his boxers. Once his member was exposed you couldn't help but reach your foot out and rub him. You licked your lips as you could feel his hardness, Haitham can see your eagerness. “You really can't wait, can you?” “Nope, now get to it~” He wastes no time and starts pumping himself, after that he gently teases your entrance once again. You let out a whiney moan as a response, first it was his tip entering until his whole cock was inside.

God you felt so full while Haitham was clenching his teeth at the tightness. Fuck your feel so warm too, its tempting to start thrusting inside you mercilessly. You could see that he was trying to hold himself back, you touch his face while your thumb rubs him gently. "Go get what you want, big guy, I'm not stopping you.”

You don't need to tell him twice. Haitham pushes your legs closer to your body and has a strong grip at the back of your thighs. He starts thrusting into you, in this position he has complete control of your body while all you could do is take it for him. You start moaning out loud, oh god he really wasn't holding back, is he? Skin slapping echoes throughout the room, above you Haithams eyes were laces with pure lust for you.

Before until now you're still like a drug to him, he's always coming back for more even though he knows he should stop. He should stop because these unnecessary feelings within him should not exist. But fuck all that when you're here right now, you’re here running to him for comfort and vulnerability and not that bastard of a husband of yours. You chose him.

He continues with the merciless pacing, he can see your eyes roll back from pleasure. Fuck, you were beautiful like this, under his bed, pleasured by his touch, and all vulnerable for only his eyes. He releases your thighs and brings them to his sides, then he flips you on your stomach. He starts thrusting inside you again, your feet were trashing to the sides however he uses his legs to cage them and render you more to his mercy. He whispers in a husky voice. “Don't run away, this is what you wanted, right?~”

You could feel his balls slap your pussy while his cock kept thrusting inside you. Tears roll down your eyes in pleasure, holy fuck you were close.

Just then your phone starts to light up and vibrate, your eyes shot open and was about to grab the phone to turn it off, however Haitham took it first and read the caller's name. It was Diluc, Haitham tsks at this however you have no idea who's calling.

“Haitham who is it–Ah!” You moan out as Haitham continues to thrust inside you but at a slower pace instead. “Don't worry, I’ll handle this myself.” He answers the call and brings the phone to his ear, he then leans his whole body on your back, making sure that you too can hear the voice at the other line.

“Y/N? We need to talk right now, what the hell did you do to Jean? I swear if you lay another finger on her–”

“Sorry but ah, Y/N is busy right now, aren't you pretty one?~” Haitham brings the phone close to your mouth and thrusts deep and hard, this gets a squeak out of you while loud slapping of skin can also be heard.

At the other line Diluc was fuming. “You're that Alhaitham guy, aren't you? Heh I knew you and her were–” Before he could finish Haitham ends the call and pushes the phone to the sides, his pacing does not stop and you were getting delirious from the pleasure.

You kept calling out to Haitham nonsensically, you don't even know why you're calling him out, you just kept doing it. Helplessly your hands reach out to the bed sheets and start to move away from Haitham, god the pleasure was getting too much that you don't know what to do. Haitham sees this and grabs you by the chin, his hot breath near your ear. “Don't run off now, come on just a little more.” Haitham’s eyes then linger down your neck, something has caught his eyes and brushes your hair to the sides.

There were bruises at the sides of your neck, but since they're at the back of your neck they were hidden by your hair, fuck why didn't he see this before? Haitham's eyes darken at the sight. “Did he do this to you?” “Haitham please I..” “Answer me, Y/N.” Tears fall down your eyes, Haitham sees this and starts kissing the tears away and slowly drags his lips down to the marks on your neck. “I'll deal with that bastard later.”

Haitham continues to kiss gently on your neck while he thrusts himself animalistically into you, you both could feel your climaxes reaching. “Oh god Haitham im close!” “Call me how you used to call me.” You whine hearing this, he wants you to call him that nickname you gave him years ago?

“H-hayi! Hayi I’m close please make me cum, please!” Haitham huffs out in satisfaction and thrusts faster. He can feel your walls tighten and your feet thrashing a little more. “Come on dearest you can do it.” Him whispering that was what made you release as you push your head up and moan out loud. Your grip on Haitham cock was so tight he had to clench his teeth, after he made you cum he pulled out and released on your back. Cum drips down from your back to your ass.

Your head rested tirelessly on the bed, your heart was still pounding from the intensity while you tried your best to catch your breath. Haitham rests his head by your relaxed shoulder and pets your hair.

“You did amazing~”

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Haitham and you were unable to wash up after the act, you passed out as soon as you released. But that's alright, this gives Haitham time to adore your peaceful sleeping face. He hasn't seen this sight in years, when you would sleep beside him after an intense night and wake up the next morning to make each other breakfast. He brushes his finger on your cheek lovingly.

He will never forgive anyone, especially your ex husband, for what he has done. But most importantly he could never find it within to forgive himself. He let his own jealousy get the better of him after your wedding and left you alone. He curses himself, for not fighting for you, for not staying, and for seeing what you've become.

He then makes a bold statement, one only the moon and him will be the witness of, silently he whispers.

“I love you, sleep well.”

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valleyfthdolls · 25 days

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Honestly surprised you haven't, since there was a time I couldn't escape him no matter where I was before I knew about the game

Anyways, you asked for it, silly ghost owl facts go brrrr-