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therhythmafterthesummer · 2 years

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It’s Warm In (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Established Relationship Warnings: swearing · pet names · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut) · bit of PWP ngl... Word Count: ~4k | AO3 Summary: You try to spend an intimate, relaxing evening with your boyfriend a handful of months after his rut. [This story is an instalment of my WereRoomies series].

Author’s note: A sort of part 2 to It’s Cold Out & Rut because i love these two and i’m weak !!

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments: It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

Smut Warnings: unprotected intercourse [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · snowballing · a barely even present breeding kink

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

< You: hey handsome < anything you want from the store < ?

> Chris 🐺💕: hey pretty baby > just want you > really really been thinking about you all day > couldnt get the sight of your plump lips around my cock out of my mind > fuck > been driving me nuts > ill be home as soon as i can

Smiling to yourself you continued your walk down the aisles in the grocery store, shaking your head slightly, taking items as you went and dumping them into your cart. This morning you had woken up late to get ready for work, but that hadn’t stopped you from tugging your boyfriend into the shower and sucking him dry.

Because Chris was your boyfriend.

As soon as his rut had passed and you had had a couple of days to recover–because holy shit, you really had to take a lot those days–he had taken you out on a date to the seasonal fair, tugging you along to the many different rides and games, winning prizes for you, you winning prizes for him–all as he blushed profusely whenever you gave him a gift or whenever your hands brushed as if he hadn’t shoved his monster cock in you repeatedly for a few days in a row a couple of days prior.

By the end of your date he had kissed you deeply under the fairy lights that littered the roads on your way back home, asking you ‘would you like to be my girlfriend, pretty?’ as if you hadn’t let him call you ‘his’ repeatedly countless times in the past week. You had said yes, because you would’ve been caught dead before you said no to this man.

In the handful of months that followed you discovered that he was a good boyfriend–not perfect, because nobody is perfect, but it was pretty close to it. Chris was responsible, funny, supportive, he made sure to make you feel included, and he cared. It honestly should’ve been a bit sad that the bar was so low, but it was, and he was jumping fifty metres over it.

During his rut, you came to find out in one of your talks in between waves that even if you weren’t a werewolf yourself, Chris’ pheromones had affected you then. You hadn’t even known before that your body was capable of producing such amounts of fluids, almost as if your body was trying to make it easier for you to take a knot, never in your life had you felt that horny either. You liked to think of yourself as a healthy young adult, with healthy young adult needs and wants, but the level of desperation for cock during the duration of his rut had truly been out of this world.

When you commented it to Chris he simply said, ‘Yeah, I heard about it from my friends who have gone through their rut with regular humans… If you think about it, it makes sense. Werewolves have been mating with humans for centuries, not only with other werewolves, so makes sense our species have evolved for this’.

You must admit that once your hormones calmed down after his rut and you were able to think properly again, you had been slightly worried. Chris had been scenting you, and he did confess he didn’t like you smelling like other men, which could’ve potentially meant he would be overly possessive and controlling. You were pleasantly surprised, though, that that wasn’t the case. Never once did he try to stop you from doing absolutely anything because other men would be there, if anything, he encouraged you to leave your shared home and have fun as much as you wanted–although Chris did cling to you as much as he could whenever other men came close to you while he was there, which you admittedly didn’t care much about.

‘Just because I’m biologically fucked doesn’t mean I’ll keep you from leaving the house, you must live your life, just like I live mine’, Chris had told you when you voiced these worries to him, adding a ‘besides, at the end of the day you’ll always come back and I can be all over you and get the pleasure of scenting you again, it’s a win/win!’ which had made you laugh.

You did decide to make an extra effort, though, asking him for some items you could take with you when you went to work or school or to your friends’ to keep his scent on you, which made him blush and get shy and giggle because ‘wow, my pretty baby wants my scent on her? You’re so good to me, I’m so lucky…’

That morning after you blew him in the shower, he had attempted to go down on you, but you had to turn him down since you were running out of time, which made him pout and whine and complain because ‘I want to satisfy you, babe. Please…’ But you wouldn’t let him, instead promising to let him have his way with you all night long tonight if he wanted since you both didn’t work on Saturdays, meaning you could sleep in.

> Chris 🐺💕: on second thought > could u bring a bag of those small brownies u got last time > ? > really fancy some

You chuckled at the message, manoeuvring the shopping cart to turn back to the baked goods section.

< You: sure thing baby < anything you want

> Chris 🐺💕: 🖤🖤🖤🖤��🖤🖤🖤🖤💜🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 > 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

When you finally made it back home you put away what needed to be in the fridge and freezer and left the rest on the counter, deciding to put it away later after you got to rest a bit. It had been a tedious day at work, and you had only gone grocery shopping because Chris had gone to the store the past three times, so you felt like you needed to contribute.

A hot shower and two face masks later you felt alive again, like a person–not like a robot crammed in an office. Putting on one of Chris’ hoodies, you threw yourself on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling all social media platforms you had an account on to get some boost of dopamine to satisfy and distract you.

Two hours later, your boyfriend finally made it back, spotting you on the sofa as soon as he came through the door, a big smile plastered on his face making his eyes disappear. Chris dropped his backpack right there, making a beeline to where you were already waiting for him on the sofa with open arms.

When he dropped himself on top of you with a grunt, you couldn’t help but let out a minute ‘oof’, your limbs coming to wrap themselves around him, pulling him into you as you peppered his face with kisses, making him giggle. ‘Welcome home, darling’ You mumbled to him as he came to place a kiss on your lips, his hands going under your body to cup your bum and pull you to him.

“God, what a long fucking day…” His mouth descended from your lips to your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses there while his hand squeezed your buttock. “Rest here, babe. I need a shower urgently, desperately”.

You chuckled, your limbs releasing their hold around Chris’ body so he could stand back up to walk towards the entrance, picking his backpack up from where he had thrown it and making his way towards his room to start his nightly routine. You did as asked–not like you had any plans on moving from this spot any time soon anyway–picking up the remote and turning the TV on to find something relaxing to entertain you while you waited.

You’d come to learn that non-rut-driven Chris liked to take his time with you. He’d edge you and tease you and make you squirm in bliss even before he got to actually penetrate you–and you would let him, because why wouldn’t you. If you ever were desperate enough for some quick relief you knew that you just had to look him in the eyes, muster the firmest tone you could to beg and he’d have you coming undone in seconds, but most of the time you’d just let him do whatever he wanted–just like you were doing now.

“So soft… So pretty…” His hands dragged from your neck, to your chest, to your belly, your thighs, and back up–his fingers softly digging on your skin as they went, while his cock eased itself between your folds, stretching you open further than his fingers had in the past hour.

You were already a trembling, sweaty mess by this point, his mouth and his fingers alone having had their way with you enough for you to still feel the aftereffects of your orgasm lingering on your skin, feeling tingly. Chris didn’t look one bit as worked up as you, which was not surprising. His supernatural capabilities made it so he barely even broke a sweat, but you did enjoy seeing the deepening flush on his chest and his face as his length buried as much as it could within your core.

“You’re pretty…” You commented absentmindedly, his flush deepening slightly at the comment. Taking your hand in his Chris brought it to his face, resting it on his cheek with his hand above yours while the other held onto your waist, his hips starting to move back and forth.

Your sofa had seen you two fucking more times than you could count; the thing was wide, spacious–enough to keep a pack of eight werewolves comfortable when they hung out. It was warm and cosy and you would lie if you said you didn’t like it when he fucked you here. You wondered sometimes if the others would be able to smell it when they came over, if they did, you didn’t care one bit–not like they didn’t know what went on behind closed doors anyway.

As soon as the rest of his pack found out about you two they had started to tease Chris incessantly–not you, though. They smiled warmly at you and told you how happy they were for you, but you came to find out from Seungmin that they all knew Chris had been harbouring a crush on you for the longest time, and they loved to tease him for it. ‘Why do you think we were calling you mum?’ He told you at the time with a chuckle, to which you just pouted, mustering a mock-hurt tone, ‘and here I was thinking you guys actually liked to come to me for help…’ to which he quickly replied ‘we do! We just love teasing Christopher more’ which had made you both laugh and made Chris stare daggers at the both of you as he poked his tongue out.

Chris’ hips kept that tantalisingly slow pace, as if his cock was trying to savour every single centimetre of your walls. Your thumb moved, swiping over his bottom lip briefly as his tongue peeked from between his lips to land a couple of tentative swipes on the tip–almost like he was urging you to push it into his mouth. So you did, feeling his plump lips close around the digit as his eyes closed and his eyebrows scrunched together, his hips stuttering slightly–but he recovered quickly.

The air left your lungs the moment Chris’ eyes opened again and stared back at you, swallowing thickly at the sudden deep stroke against you. His hand moved away from yours, bringing it instead to your shoulder to keep you from sliding up as he moved. Removing your hand from his face you brought it close to you, sucking the thumb into your mouth to get the taste of him, all without breaking that borderline dangerous eye-contact you kept with him.

“You’re playing with fire, pretty baby…” The hand on your waist moved, dragging all the way down for him to push on your pubic bone, the pressure making you whimper.

His hip movements were slow, but they had you moaning softly as soon as he started moving, your chest heaving as one of your hands reached to hold onto his on your shoulder and the other gripped the cushion under your head. Licking your lips, you bit back. “I’ve been playing with fire since the day I moved to a werewolf den, babe…”

“Oh?” His hand moved from your shoulder, laying it on the side of your neck while bringing one of your legs to rest against his front with the other hand–settling on your thigh after to grip the flesh as he started to thrust harder, but still slow, the sudden change in angle earning him a surprised moan from your lips. “So all this time you had been trying to rile me up on purpose?”

“Ma–maybe”, fuck, you really could feel him in your throat when he went deep into you, the motions stealing the air out of your lungs every single time and making your eyes flutter and your abdomen clench.

Of course you had been riling him up on purpose. The moment you had realised that you had developed a crush on him you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to get a reaction from him. Looking him in the eyes, wearing questionable outfits when you hung out, or walking around the flat in skimpy pyjamas, sometimes not even wearing underwear underneath. But Chris, good boy Chris, had never even noticed you had done all those things with intent, much less did he make an advance–not until that afternoon when his rut hit him unexpectedly, at least.

“Is that why you’re looking me in the eyes right now? To rile me up? Pretty baby wants me to go feral and try to secure my position in the pack?” Chris chuckled, the hand on your neck moving further up, reaching your cheek to rest on for his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip briefly, only for him to push it into your mouth.

You held his gaze, your tongue licking his digit in your mouth while the pace of his hips picked up, going faster than before but not quite fast yet. You couldn’t help but moan, your eyebrows scrunching together as you struggled slightly to keep your eyes open, which made Chris huff out a chuckle.

His thumb popped out of your mouth, swiping the remaining saliva over your bottom lip and your chin. “I just–Shit, so good, baby…” It was becoming harder and harder to construct coherent sentences, your mind clouding with every clash of his hips against you. “I just like your eyes…” The expression on his face changed, going from that smug look he had when he challenged you to something softer, warmer, and it made your heart flutter. “The–Fuck… The fact that it riles you up is just a bonus, babe”.

Chris laughed at that, removing his hand from your cheek to bring it to your other leg so he could push it to join the other resting against his front. Placing a hand on the sofa for support, he tilted forward, just enough for your hips to angle a certain way under his weight, letting his cock hit that area within your walls that made you arch your back and moan repeatedly. “What a troublemaker… Not even remotely scared of the big bad wolf, hm?”

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head slightly. Heat spread over your face, the new position making you clench your lower abdomen, your eyes fluttering shut as his pace picked up, moving much faster. How could you be scared of them? Of him? You had already trusted him in one of your most vulnerable states, there was no space for fear in you.

Chris’ free hand held onto your legs, your flesh dipping under his tight hold. “Mmm, so pretty. My pretty girl…”

“Chris…” The movement of his hips was getting faster, and, as you stared up at him, with your eyes hyperfocusing on those lips of his, you couldn’t help but feel an urge. “Feels… Fuck. Feels like a criminal offence that you’re not kissing me right now…”

His hold on your legs relented, letting you move them to wrap them around his middle as he leaned into you, his mouth finding yours in a mess of lips, teeth, and tongues while your arms circled his shoulders, one of your hands tangling in his hair as Chris kept himself up on one forearm, the hand on the opposite arm sneaking below your body to hold your buttcheek. You truly felt insatiable when you held onto him like this, feeling him on you, in you, all over you… It’d never be enough of his mouth, of his hands, of his hips and his cock, never enough of him.

His grip on your rear tightened the longer he pounded you, maybe a bit too tight, but you didn’t mind, if anything the more it tightened the more you moaned, the sounds filtering through your kiss. His lower abdomen was stimulating your clit constantly, while his werewolf cock stretched you open, working you up and steadily building your impending release in just the way Chris had learnt how to do it.

When he pulled away from your mouth, his eyes found yours, the lack of a barrier now letting your whines and whimpers run freely from your mouth, joining the sound of your hips colliding as well as the low sounds playing from the now ignored TV in the background and the pitter-patter of rain against the windows of your home. Your eyes fluttered shut as his hips started to move even faster, harder, his grip on your buttock finally relenting just slightly.

“Open your eyes, then. Look at me, love”, his face was close, so you found his eyes with ease. His gaze was enticing, so dark and loaded with all the lust you undoubtedly knew he had for you and you couldn’t help but tremble as soon as you locked eyes with him. It was intense, maybe too intense, that familiar itch sneaking under your skin, urging you to look away. “Don’t you dare look away, pretty. Look your alpha in the eyes just how you like to… Look at me while you cream around my cock”.

Your whole body shook with your release, soft whimpers falling from your lips as warmth spread from your lower abdomen to every single crevice of your body, goosebumps rising on your flesh. You managed to keep your eyes open, the flush you felt on your face deepening under Chris’ heavy gaze.

The after effects of your orgasm weakened your hold around him, letting Chris pull himself from your embrace with ease, his cock leaving the comfort of your tight walls for them to be replaced with his hand, pumping his length right above your lower belly. “So fucking good for me–Fuck!”

You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you as you felt his warm seed painting your body, covering your entire torso from your mound to your chest, some of it almost landing on your chin as the most delicious, most sinful sounds left his mouth. You loved to hear him moan and grunt and groan and any time he came you couldn’t help but let yourself enjoy those sounds, your swollen core clenching around nothing as you bit your lip and more heat crept onto your face.

Chris was panting heavily, his face and his chest were flushed and he looked down at you with so much care in his eyes you couldn’t help but blush further. Eyeing your body up and down for a second, his tongue peeked out from between his lips, only to finally dip, licking a long stripe from your belly, between your breasts, until he reached your chest, effectively collecting some of his seed in his mouth.

Taking a hold of your face, with your chin now resting in his palm as his fingers lightly dug on your cheeks, he leaned in, pushing his tongue into your mouth for you to lick his cum off of him. All you could do was moan, holding onto him as you lapped him up. It was not the first time he had made you eat the results of his climax like this, and it would certainly not be the last, you liked it too much. You truly had hit the jackpot with the supernatural boyfriend who produced an ungodly amount of fluids and had little inhibitions when it came to the bedroom.

“Fuck, babe… You’re gonna kill me one of these days”, you murmured against his mouth, completely breathless.

Chris just laughed softly, moving away from your mouth to pepper kisses around your face–your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids, your chin, anywhere he felt like kissing, all while his fingers brushed over your now soiled body, only to finally reach your heat, easing two of his fingers between your folds to get at least some of his seed into your cunt.

“You’re so good to me, pretty…” Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he left kisses on your neck, too–his body shuffling a bit to finally let his fingers out of you and lay comfortably on you without crushing you, completely uncaring of his cum sticking to him.

Holding Chris in your arms as your hand sneaked in his hair and softly caressed his scalp was possibly one of your favourite activities, especially after sex. It made you feel warm and fuzzy and you knew it made him feel that way, too. ‘If werewolves could purr, you’d certainly be purring now, baby’, you had told him once, which had only made him further bury his face in your neck and his ears turn a cute shade of pink.

A sudden frantic knocking reverberated in your flat, breaking your little bubble and disrupting the comfortable silence that had settled between you two, making Chris groan. “I can’t believe them… Right now of all times…” He rubbed his face on your shoulder, while you simply chuckled, patting him on the back.

“You should answer, darling. Whoever it is clearly needs you enough to knock this much”.

With a dramatic sigh, Chris removed himself from your space, reaching for his discarded vest top on the floor to wipe the cum sticking to his abs, his chest, and his chin, handing it over to you to do the same while he walked towards the front door, still pretty much butt-naked.

Chris opened the door slightly, ajar enough just to peek his head around and see outside. “We’re fucking, what do you want?” Annoyance rolled thickly off of him, and his comment made you laugh from where you were laying on the sofa.

“Sorry, man, but I really need to talk”, you recognised the voice on the other side of the door as Changbin, the man completely unfazed by Chris’ comment–which didn’t surprise you, considering how common this exact situation had become in your life.

“Can’t it wait like… Two hours?”

“Two hours?!” Changbin shrieked. “No it cannot wait two fucking hours! It’s really urgent!”

Chris sighed, and he shot you an apologetic look. You just smiled at him, gesturing for him to carry on. “Fine, give me a few minutes”, with that, Chris closed the door, coming back to you on the sofa, picking up his discarded shorts as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, baby. We’re gonna have to pick this up later”.

Shaking your head, you placed a kiss on his cheek, truly feeling okay with it. “No need for apologies”, standing up from the sofa, you picked up the hoodie from the floor, holding it to your chest as you walked past your boyfriend, making your way to the bathroom. “Pack matters are of the utmost importance, babe. You can’t leave our pups hanging”.

“Fuck, I’m trying not to fuck you”, Chris came to your side, smacking your rear playfully as you continued walking. “Don’t go all ‘Pack Mum’ on me, I’ll seriously need to leave Changbin standing out there if you do”.

You just laughed in response, a soft blush spreading over your cheeks as you finally made it to the bathroom so you could clean up the remnants of his cum from your body.

Author’s note x2: if you’re curious as to what Changbin needed so urgently, you can take a look at Finding Comfort in Autumn :)

Constructive feedback is always welcome !

Chris’ WereRoomies Instalments: It’s Cold Out · Rut · Alpha Dog · It’s Warm In · Love is Easy · Afraid to Lose You. For extra drabbles, check out the series masterlist.

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alice-angel12x · 4 months

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Born of Unkown Stardust

Ch.6

summary: The angles formed the world and all mortal life from dust. One day from the unknown the angels came across bizarre dust, that seemed to have a will of its own. It refused to be molded and shaped to the angel's will. So they cast it aside, till a certain angel got his creative hands on it.

The plot of chap: Yuu goes to earth hoping to fix Lucifer's mistake. So he could be granted back into Heaven! At least Yuu hopes.

(bittersweet story) (platonic) Lucifer x (???) Reader x Sera

<-ch.5 / ch.7 ->

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For the next couple of days, Yuu noticed a saddened Sera. She always seemed deep in thought, ones that seemed to dim the lights of her day. Yuu would try to ask Ms.Sera what the problem was. The seraphim would always dodge the question, or change the topic. So The little star child asked the question differently or brought up certain topics. To see her reaction, and slowly piece together what Sera has been hiding.

"Has earth and humans been on your mind lately?" Yuu asked as they poured Sera's tea.

"A bit I suppose," Sera said somberly.

"And the Monster also?" Yuu asked slowly, causing Sera to tense a bit. " So bad stuff with the humans. And the Monster is the cause? Are the Elders gonna do something about it?"

"Who said you could be this smart?" Sera smiled weakly as she hugged Yuu close. "But for the Elders, we are still divided on the topic"

"Why? Can't you just get rid of the monster and her curse?" Yuu asked.

"No, sadly we can't take away this knowledge from now. Roo has sunk her roots deep in every human," Sera explained. "It's human nature know,"

"But what if I help the humans resist Roo? And help them be good?" Yuu asked.

"Well Yuu it's not-" "And If I get all the humans be good, can Da come back?" Yuu asked, cutting Sera off.

"Absolutely not. And Even if We agreed, it is not possible," A deep voice boomed.

Sera and Yuu turned to see one of the high elders before them. Sera quickly bowed her head respectively and gently helped Yuu to do the same.

"I'm not sure you're aware. Time flows differently here in Heaven compared to Earth. By now many generations of humans have passed. With each passing generation the deeper in sin they go," The High Elder spoke. "We warned Lucifer it was dangerous, but he refused to listen. And as you saw on your birthday, those humans are savages."

"But that also means there are many humans, and maybe some of them are good. And fight against the curse," Yuu spoke up.

Sera stood nervesly as the room was filled with a heavy silence. The high elder stared down at Yuu, and he could see the determination in the poor naive child's eyes.

"If I can make humans Good, can Da come back? Please?!" Yuu begged.

The High Elder sighed as he knew what the child sought to prove was not possible. Yet he knew that no matter how many times he may try to explain, the child would not listen. They were very much like Lucifer in that way. So with a sigh, the high elder had to let Yuu learn for themselves. So The Elder made a wager with Yuu. If they could get a large population of humans to remain good, to break free of the patterns of the world of humans. And Maintain it, Lucifer's forgiveness may be considered.

"And most importantly you must not ever reveal your celestial identity. Which also means limiting your power," The Elder concluded.

"What?! Why?!" Yuu asked in confusion.

"Because the humans have to choose to be good and do right. How can you be certain that you influence humans to do good? Or they do good in hopes of gaining something from you," The elder said, parting with some advice.

"And I have to do this by myself?" Yuu asked.

"Yes. However, whenever you decide to throw in the towel, call out to us and we will quickly bring you home," The Elder reassured.

Sera shakily dropped to her knees as the high elder left and started questioning Yuu. Worried that what Yuu was going to do, would hurt them. And She won't be able to intervene or protect them once Yuu goes to earth. As much as Yuu promised and tried to reassure their mother, she only wished to hold Yuu tight and never let them go. Yet she knew that at this point nothing would stop Yuu from going to prove themselves. Sera was quiet for most of the day after that, just still helped Yuu plan and create a human disguise. But The day came for Yuu to go to Earth.

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When the day came, Adam walked them to the pearly gates where the High Elder waited for them.

"Hey, kid. Just some words of advice. Don’t let people hold good deeds against you. If someone tries to use good deeds to force you to do things. Like ‘Hey I gave you this thing out of the goodness of my heart. Know you have to do something in return for me,” Adam told the young child. "You want to get as far away from those people as possible."

"O-okay. Thank you, Mr.Adam," Yuu thanked as the portal started to form.

"Yuu," Sera spoke up as she knelt to their level. "Promise me that you will come back to me safe. If things get dangerous, just call out for Help and get out of there."

"Okay Ma," Yuu smiled nervesly and quickly hugged her.

Sera's eyes watered as she held onto Yuu for as long as she could before they had to go away. Yuu stood in front of the magical portal, seeing the beautiful forests and crystal blue waters. Yet flashes of the horrific murder flashed briefly in front of their eyes. Steeling their nerves Yuu takes their second step onto Earth.

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{Meanwhile}

Hell's sinner population was quickly growing, amid the chaos, blood, violence, cries, and gnashing of teeth. Lilith saw an opportunity, these people were aimless and needed a leader... A Ruler, she thought to herself. Yet, the sinners, the demons both lowly and powerful laughed at her as she tried to present herself to her new "people". All laughed, while Lilith may be the first woman and was the first sinner to possess magic, unlike the others. The powerful Demons were not impressed, while her fellow sinners dismissed her.

This enraged Lilith as she passed the halls of the castle. Ever since Lucifer had created it, he closed himself off from everyone. But Lilith of course. As she entered his study, she saw him in his usual spot, at his workbench, blueprints, and sketches of ideas on crumpled paper scattered around him. But this time instead of scraping another failed Idea, he was holding a small... Duck onsie? It was too small for a newborn child. Lucifer held the tiny onesie against his forehead, a sad aura surrounded him.

"What is that Luci?" Lilith asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh! Lilith, love. This... This belonged to my (Son/daughter), Yuu," He said with a sad smile.

"You had a child? So Who was the Wife?" Lilith said, effortlessly hiding her slight anger.

"Wife? Oh no, Yuu is no ordinary child. They weren't conceived," Lucifer said and thus told her the story of how Yuu was created from stardust.

"So a creation, not a real child," Lilith commented curiously.

"Bit of a harsh there," Lucifer smiles weakly.

Lilith smiled as she watched Luci light up as he told her the story. Seeing a small return of the dreamer she fell in love with in the garden. But What pulled her out of her thoughts when.

"I miss them so much," Lucifer sadly, as his eyes started to water. " Do you think if I apologize, and ask for forgiveness they'll let me see them? Let me hug them?-"

"It's best not to think about these things," Lilith interrupts him, causing him to look at her with wide eyes. "It's almost been 2 centuries. The Angles probably filled the thing's mind with a story of how you abandoned them. And filling their head as to why they should hate you. "

Lucifer slowly lowered his gaze as Lilith's words filled his head. "Visiting them will only give you more heartache. For your sake love... You must let them go," She said tenderly.

Lucifer's grip on the tiny onsie tightened, refusing to let go anytime soon. So Lilith quickly changed topics.

"Darling, I'm quite famished. I think I'm in the mood for those apple-flat cakes you made me last time. Could you make that again for me love?" Lilith smiled warmly at her husband.

"Of course, Anything for you," Lucifer said with a bright smile as he quickly got up to go to the kitchen.

Leaving Lilith alone in the study, and the duck onesie on the workbench. Lilith looked down at the once in annoyance. Gripping the onesie roughly as her eyes glared at the tiny duck clothing.

"Haven't you hurt him enough?" She asked with venom in her voice. "He's not yours anymore."

With that, her flame magic quickly turned the onsie into ash.

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in1-nutshell · 10 months

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Your last stuff with teen buddy resonated with me deeply as I too am a gremlin who seeks joy from the misfortune I bring onto others🙏🙏🙏

Idk if I’m requesting properly or whatever but could you do something with a similar reader/buddy expect they kinda like record bits and pieces of sounds/the voices of others and remix them into little songs for fun? Funny human mixtape is something came to me in a prophesied fever dream🫶

also your work is so good, I’ve been lurking around quietly for a little while and it’s SO GOOD AHHHH!!! IM SCREAMING AND JUMPING OFF THE WALLS!!!!!!!

Buddy is always a little gremlin for silly little activities, especially when it comes to their friends. Let us see how a couple of noises out of context can do to some minibots!

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy records out of context sounds and noises and sics them on unsuspecting bots (Tailgate, Rewind and Swerve)

SFW, platonic, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Tailgate

Tailgate was scared when he heard the unfamiliar sound of a strange melody coming from the dark end of the Lost Lights corridor. He was just walking back from Swerve to get Cyclonus from their habsuite when he heard the noise.

Eerre noise echos through the halls

“Who’s there?!”--Tailgate

BOOM!

“AAAAAHHHHHH! CYCLONUS!”--Tailgate

“Where’s the danger!?”--Cyclonus

“Ah! How did you get here?!”--Tailgate

“Enough talk Panic button! Who do I need to shoot!?”--Whirl

“How did any of you get here so fast?!”--Tailgate

Cyclonus and Whirl had materializing out of nothing ready to hurt whatever was bothering Tailgate.

Little feet are heard as the noise gets louder.

“We have you out numbered 3 to one monster!”--Whirl

“Show yourself!”--Cyclonus

“Cyclonus? Whirl? Tailgate?”--Buddy

“Buddy?! What are you doing here? There’s a monster—”--Tailgate

“Oh, no that’s just my new boombox. I got it at that flea market last stop. I’ve been trying to see how it works for about a good couple of minutes.”--Buddy

“… Can I still kill it?”--Whirl

“Whirl?!”—Buddy, Cyclonus and Tailgate

Rewind

He had a compilation of out context noises and sounds. When Buddy tells him that they have a plan to use them he is in. Together they make a little playlist of creepy noises and hook it up to the ship’s main intercom.

“You think this is a good idea?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Agreed.”

“… You want to push the button?”

“Yes, please.”

Everyone was on edge whenever a particular noise would stress. But the ship is saved by the minibot and Buddy’s moral compass.

“Alright. I think that’s enough.”--Rewind

“Yeah, it’s getting boring.”--Buddy

“You want to go find Domey for movie night?”--Rewind

“Yeah! Horror movie night!”--Buddy

Somewhere on the Lost Light

“Why am I getting the feeling that am in danger?”--Chromdome

Swerve

This one was on accident.

Buddy was trying to hear what their new compilation of eerie sound sounded like for the Halloween party.

But they just couldn’t hook up their device to their headphones.

“Hook up already!”--Buddy

Meanwhile at Swerve’s

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!”--Swerve

What they didn’t know was that the device was instead paired with Serve’s speakers. Everyone was freaking out when the music suddenly turned into screams. Swerve, being the closest to the speaker fainted after the first few seconds.

Finally, after a bit Buddy is able to hear their playlist through their device.

“Hey guys I have the—where did everyone go?”--Buddy

Meanwhile at Rung’s there is a mile line for appointments.

Swerve is recovering in the Med bay.

And Rung now has more bots booked for an appointment and rumors fly around the ship being haunted goes around again.

#transformers #transformers x reader #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte swerve #mtmte rewind #mtmte tailgate #maccadam #mtmte x platonic reader #human buddy

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rougepancake · 2 years

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Desire

Akaza x Afab!DemonSlayer!Reader

A/N: Zesty?? (Yes.) Borderline smut?? (Maybe??) Language will be used along with sexual themes. Mentions of character death (minor characters), gore, and violence. Minors and ageless blogs please do not interact, I will have no choice but to block you if you do. Not proofread (because that’s a thing I do-). And with that, enjoy!

Summary: You were sent out on a mission to investigate the disappearances of local men in a mysterious village with nothing but a handful of tsuchinoto by your side. But soon your tsuchinoto are taken from you and you’re left facing an upper moon who wants nothing more than for you to become a demon with him. And he refuses to leave you alone until you do so.

“Hey Y/N, what do you think the demon here is going to be like?” One of your pupils, Suzume Takagi, asked excitedly. You and your small group trudged through the most dense forest you’ve ever seen while on your way to a local village. Apparently, there had been a large reported number of men going missing in the area and Ubuyashiki had thought it was a demon’s doing. So here you were, entertaining a bunch of tsuchinoto while constantly getting hit in the face by random tree branches.

“Oh well I don’t know,” you sighed, ducking underneath some vines. “But I do find it incredibly odd that it’s only targeting men…” you trailed off and Suzume looked at you, her eyes wide. “Maybe the demon has a grudge against them? Something that happened during their human life that they want to get revenge for in their demon one?”

“Oh Y/N!” She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “That’s the best idea ever! You’re so smart!” Suzume giggled and ran over to where the other tsuchinoto were to tell them what you had just told her. You didn’t know why, but they seemingly worshipped you. Maybe it was because you were a kinoe? The fact that you were roughly their age and bordering being referred to as a hashira definitely had something to do with it.

They were a great bunch though, they each had the potential to climb up the ranks as you had done. You just hoped they lived long enough to get there.

Once you had arrived at the village, you gave the tsuchinoto permission to separate and ask locals about the disappearances that had been happening. Suzume was ecstatic to be able to work on her own, mainly because she wanted to show off for you, but as long as she was working, it was all good.

Hours had passed since your group had split up and the sun had just set, meaning that the demons were coming out to play. From your hiding spot in the trees, you could even see a couple of them prowling around. You hummed, those demons weren’t the one behind the disappearances. You put your back to the tree and lifted your head up, slowing your breathing so you would be able to sense when this demon arrived.

A nearby scream snapped you from your thoughts. It sounded like it was a- woman! “Oh my god Suzume!” You frantically spun around, desperately looking for your tsuchinoto. “Suzume?!” Just then, another scream rang out, almost in response to your call, but it wasn’t Suzume. It was another member of your group. “Oh my god.” You mumbled to yourself, falling to your knees in horror. You brought your hands up to your hands and buried it in them. “Oh my fucking god.”

You screamed at the top of your lungs in pain. This was the first time you had ever been sent out with a group and you failed to protect them. They looked up to you. They respected you greatly. Hell, they trusted you to keep them safe, and you failed to do so. Your newfound rage was overwhelming you, and it led you to make a promise to avenge them.

In a split second, you took off into the forest with the same speed as a hashira and slayed any demon that crossed your path. Your rage had turned you into a heartless monster. You killed them, and with a smile on your face. You didn’t care about their pasts, the troubles that they had endured before they became demons. You didn’t care when they begged for mercy when you attacked them, you didn’t even bother to hear them out. In fact, you left a good handful of them staked to the tops of trees so they could get a final glimpse of the sunlight before they died for good. You didn’t care that they had called you horrible names before you lopped off their stupid little heads, it made no difference to you. You didn’t care because those demons didn’t care when they killed your comrades.

You stood in silence, wearing a deranged smile as you watched the last demon’s body fade away into nonexistence. Even after it’s body had gone, you just stood there, your blade in one hand and part of Suzume’s uniform in the other. Your exhaustion was beginning to catch up to you, forcing you to resort to using your katana as a cane.

Your entire body was shaking, making it even harder to maintain your balance. Panting heavily, you made your way over to a nearby tree so you could rest. But you didn’t dare to let yourself fall asleep, since you were being watched.

You had felt the burning stare of this stranger since you had been standing in the tree, but yet they were masking their presence, practically in hiding. “Coward,” you hissed, grabbing your side in pain. In the state you were in, you wouldn’t be able to stand your ground against whoever was watching you.

“Pardon me?” A man’s voice asked, his voice coming from the same direction as the stare. “Did you say, coward?” He slowly emerged from the bushes as he spoke, finally revealing himself to you.

“I did,” you glared, quickly getting to your feet. Sure it hurt like hell, but you weren’t about to look weak in front of your opponent. You channeled your breathing and stood tall. “But I guess you aren’t all that cowardly if you rose to the challenge.” You taunted.

His yellow eyes glimmered mischievously in the moonlight, which was about the only thing that you were able to see other than his muscular form. His eyes read “upper six”, which meant that he was a hashira killer, and a real threat to your life. “I can see that you’re injured terribly,” he feigned empathy with a smirk, crossing his arms and observing your reaction.

“Just a scratch,” you shrugged.

“It’s a shame, I’ve been wanting to fight you for so long and by the time I get to you, you’re injured.” He sighed, mocking you. “You poor thing.”

“Watching me?!” You were surprised that you hadn’t noticed sooner. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at how he was trying to mess with you. “Yeah right, I would have noticed that.” Your tone was overconfident, causing the demon to chuckle.

“Then why didn’t you?” He tilted his head, smirking. He took one step closer to you, moving to take another, but you stopped him, your blade poking at his neck.

“You’re bluffing.” In a swift move, you disappeared, appearing behind him and making your move to lop off his head. He turned around to meet your gaze with a smile and stopped your katana with his hand.

“Wow wow! You’re so much stronger than I had imagined!” He said excitedly, looking at his injured hand sadistically. He brought it up to his tongue and licked away his trickling blood before it could heal. “I simply must know, what is your name?”

“If you’ve been watching me for some time then how come you don’t know it?” You questioned sarcastically. You were doing your best to keep your strength, but your legs were beginning to shake and you were beginning to sway slightly.

“Now Y/N I don’t need you dying on me,” he smirked, catching you when your legs gave in. The demon bent down so you could rest your head atop his lap, and since you were now immobilized, you couldn’t run from what he was about to tell you. “I have no intentions of killing you, it goes against my personal standards,” he began resting his palm gently on your forehead, recoiling at how warm you were.

“Then why are you here? What do you want from me?” Your voice was weak and shaky, you were afraid of what was going to happen next. Clearly this demon was unpredictable if he wasn’t going to kill you.

“Oh don’t be too worried,” he sighed, his tone arrogant. “I just wish for you to become a demon.” You saw his eyes light up and his smile grow at the mention of such a thought. “Just imagine how strong you would be! And you could fight me as many times as you’d like! Maybe you could even become an upper moon like me!” His eyes met yours, the excitement fading from them as he saw that you weren’t as happy as he was.

“I would rather die.” You laughed, right in his face, proving your loyalty to the demon slayer corps, which annoyed him. He dug his fist into your ribs, causing you to cry out in pain. You tried to grab your sword, but he got to it first and threw it to the side.

“Are you sure about that?” He teased. You could see the malice shining through his yellow eyes, it was practically blinding.

You coughed, blood trickling down your chin as you smiled confidently up at him. “Of course. If you had really been watching me, you would have known that I wouldn’t fall for it.”

The demon snarled, pushing your head off of his lap and rising to his feet. His aura had changed, no longer showing pure hatred, but rather slight sadness. He avoided your eyes and clenched his fists in false anger.

“I can promise you, Y/N, you will see me again. I won’t stop until you give in to my request. And if you happen to change your mind while I’m not around, call out the name Akaza, and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.” You saw him vanish before your body gave in to your exhaustion, leaving you unconscious on the forest floor.

“Hello? Hello can you hear me?” A kakushi called out to you, their voice frantic. “Ma’am?!” They shook you into consciousness, eyes lighting up with relief when you returned their stare. They looked behind them and called out to another kakushi excitedly, “She’s alive! We should take her back to Lady Kocho right away!”

“How badly is she wounded?” The other kakushi came over to inspect you.

“A handful of broken ribs and some scars here and there, it really is a miracle that she survived.” They turned to face you, eyes gleaming. “When we saw that you had taken out every demon in this area, we were all amazed! Even Lady Kocho was surprised!” They continued to tell their story, but you were far too out of it to pay attention.

“My… head… is… killing… me,” you spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh don’t worry ma’am, Lady Kocho is on her way! She was just inspecting the damage to the area, once she’s finished up, she’ll take you back to her estate and you’ll be feeling better in no time I’m sure!”

You sighed weakly, closing your eyes to rest once again. You had used too much energy and ended up overestimating your abilities.

You heard the light footsteps of who you assumed to be Lady Kocho, she spoke to you in a gentle tone, explaining sweetly how you were going to be taken care of, and instead of being at her estate, you were going to be taken back to yours since she no longer had any room in her infirmary.

It was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out again and woke up in your own bed.

Your abdomen was bandaged and wrapped tightly, and you were already starting to feel better, but it was just bs because you had broken multiple ribs and obviously needed more time to recover. But as soon as you found yourself recovering, you took it upon yourself to train heavily.

You had even created new moves for your breathing style, ones that were much more powerful than your last. You were sure that these ones would take out that demon the next time he appeared.

Now, it was dusk, and you were still perfecting your 12th form to mist breathing, sweat dripping down your cheeks. You had taken a little break so you could observe the sunset, and it was simply beautiful.

You had finally cleared your mind, and now you were free to enjoy the beauty of the life around you, but your enjoyment was cut short when you saw the yellow eyes of Akaza in the distance. He was still watching you, hoping that you’d join him as a demon. You thought he was crazy, since he was literally watching you train to kill him and he still wanted you to be his gal pal.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, putting away your training gear before heading back inside your estate. You felt his burning gaze as you did so, but thankfully you were inside the confines of your house.

“What the hell?!” You wiped your brow and cautiously peered out your window. His eyes continued to gleam in the moonlight, which only made you nervous. “God take a hint.” You went to your bedroom and began to undress so you could bathe in a nearby pond, even if he was watching. It made no difference to you, as long as you were nice and clean.

It was far from safe, but you couldn’t have cared less.

“Maybe the sight of me naked will scare him away,” you laughed to yourself, sliding your robe over your bare shoulders and sliding on some decent slippers before walking out the door. You kept your katana with you, making sure Akaza could see that even if you were vulnerable, you still bore a weapon. And your weapon made you a threat.

Once you were emerged in the water, you felt yourself relax, the weight of your troubles finally lifting off your shoulders. You lifted your head, admiring the beautiful stars above you. You were thankful that you were still able to admire them, unlike Suzume and the others. A tear fell down your cheek at the memory of your comrades.

“Oh? What’s wrong Y/N?” A familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. In the water, directly across from you, sat Akaza, wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin.

You glared at him before you returned to your stargazing. “What do you want?” You were pissed, but you couldn’t run out because of how vulnerable you would be. Plus, you had to pretend like him being bare ass naked didn’t bother you.

“I’ve come to see if you’ve changed your mind at all.” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. The sound of water swishing around reached your ears, he was moving towards you. You shuddered when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder gently, leaning in so he could whisper in your ear. “Have you~?”

You quickly pushed him away, laughing in his face. “You’ve got some nerve. You do know that I have the power to kill you, right? I’ve recovered since our last meeting.” You sunk deeper into the water, trying to keep yourself covered while maintaining your threatening aura.

“Then why don’t you?” Akaza leaned forward, chuckling when you stumbled back. “I’ve been watching you, and I know you’ve seen me, so why haven’t you killed me yet?” He was clearly mocking you, doing his best to provoke you into fighting him. It was working.

You were furious, and it looks could kill, the one you were giving him right now would send him six feet under. “Fuck off. You’re making me regret sparing your life.” Your mind was racing with all the possible ways you could get to your sword and keep your dignity at the same time. Thankfully, there was one form of mist breathing that didn’t require your blade.

“Mist breathing: eighth form!” You called out, staring into Akaza’s eyes. “Steam!” This form was one that bordered both the water and flame breathing styles, and it allowed you full coverage so you could hop out, slide on your robe, and prepare for battle.

The eighth form of mist breathing causes any nearby water to boil intensely, causing steam to rise and the victim’s skin to burn. It was a form that you yourself had come up with, one that no one else knew. It demonstrated your undeniable abilities, only making Akaza desire you more.

You heard him cry out in pain, along with the violent sloshing of water. “What’s wrong?” You taunted. “Does it hurt?”

“Just a little~” He whispered in your ear, placing his hands on your shoulders. “You’re so strong Y/N! I can’t wait to fight you!” The demon hugged you from behind, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck off, you god damned perv!” You shouted, widely swinging your katana. He smiled at you, easily dodging your attack. You continued to chase him, not yet ready to use your mist breathing. You needed to be sure you’d be able to get a hit in before you could do so, and he was making it incredibly hard to do so.

Before you knew it, you had cut off his arm and he was on the ground, your foot on his chest.

You didn’t dare to look anywhere but his eyes, but you couldn’t ignore how muscular he was. He had to have let you win just now, because there was no way that you would have beat him otherwise. It was painfully clear what he was trying to do to you, a demon chasing after a woman after being deprived of sex for so long, it only made you hate him more. But it did strike curiosity in you.

“Why exactly do you want me to become a demon?” You questioned, the blade of your katana pressed against his throat.

Akaza laughed, his eyes lighting up as he stared at you. “I can’t believe you’re actually considering it no- ack!” You put more pressure on the katana, causing blood to trickle down his neck onto the grass. It was a clear sign for him to get to the point, but you could see something else in his eyes that definitely wasn’t pain. In fact, if you hadn’t known any better, you would have said that he had moaned at the contact.

“God damn it, why am I wasting my time on you,” you rolled your eyes, and instead of putting pressure on your katana, you put all your weight onto the foot holding him down. It knocked the wind out of him and you heard another moan pass through his lips.

“S-say my name.” He smirked, bringing his hands slowly up to your bare leg, caressing it gently. “M-maybe then I’ll tell you.”

The feeling of his calloused hands on your calf caused you to shudder in a way that you didn’t know was possible. It seemed that whenever he handled you he was gentle, despite his demonic being. You found it incredibly odd, but you couldn’t help but want to see where this was going to go.

You could feel the tension in the air grow, nearly suffocating you. With a sigh, you looked at him and shook his hands off of your leg. “What if I forgot it? Am I just signing up for something blindly then?”

“Oh I know damn well you have yet to forget the name of the demon who has you strung up like this.” Akaza smirked, propping himself up onto one elbow. His response took you by surprise, allowing him to knock you off your feet and trap you underneath him this time. “I mean, look at you, I’ve been driving you crazy, haven’t I?”

You swallowed thickly, a heavy blush rushing to your cheeks. His arms were on either side of your head and he had one knee in between your legs, and to make things worse, he was still naked. You had done your best earlier to avoid looking past his waist so you wouldn’t end up being scarred for life but with the way you were laying it made it very, very, hard not to do so.

Of course, your self control wasn’t the only thing hard to keep in check. You could feel his large cock against the side of your leg, which only made you more embarrassed.

“Oooh~ is something wrong Y/N?” He leaned in close to your face, his warm breath hitting your neck. You shivered, squeezing your eyes shut. “You know, if you became a demon,” he started, reaching out his hand and forcing you to look into his eyes. “We could be together forever. I’d always be there to protect you and provide for you when you’re…” he looked you up and down, licking his lips. “Frustrated like this. You’ll never have to worry about death ever again, and you’ll be strong enough to beat me if you do so desire.”

You could feel your heartbeat going wild with every word he spoke, he sounded so damn convincing, and what the hell was he doing leaning in so close to you anyways?! You were convinced that he was going to use you, leaving you out to die somewhere when he was done.

“Y/N, I want you- no, I need you. I’ve felt this way since I first saw your true strength.” He rest his body against yours, embracing you tightly in his arms. Akaza buried his head in the crook of your neck and sighed heavily, you could almost feel the sadness in his tone. “And I won’t leave you alone until one of two things happens: you say yes and we live the rest of our lives together, or you continue to refuse and you die naturally.” His arms tightened around you, making it hard for you to breathe.

“I don’t believe you,” you whispered harshly. While his tone sounded genuine, he was still a demon and could not be trusted. Akaza pulled away, pain showing in his eyes. You did feel a little guilty for allowing him to be so vulnerable and shutting it down. You sat up, your robe falling off one of your shoulders, making you look like even more of a mess. “I think you’re just trying to seduce me, and that once you get what you want you’ll be out of here faster than a deadbeat dad.”

“Y-Y/N-“ you interrupted him by glaring at him.

“There’s no way in hell a demon as powerful as you would go after a literal demon slayer. It makes no sense to me. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been watching me or whatever, you just wanna use me because that’s all anyone wants to do.” You fought back the sudden tears and looked away in shame. You didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was the emotion that he had put into his little speech for you that had you feeling like this. You weren’t entirely sure, but it made you mad.

“Would you let me show you?” Akaza reached out for your hand, bringing up so you were sitting on your knees. “I mean if my words can’t convince you, then maybe something else can.” Your eyes widened at his request, he must be crazy. “Let me touch you Y/N~. I know you want me to~.”

You blushed again, knowing damn well how he knew. The damn bastard could smell your arousal and he was using it against you. “No- you’re si- ah~” His hand grabbed your thigh tightly, the sudden pain causing you to moan out.

“Oh my, how I love that sound you make,” Akaza shivered, bringing his head back to the crook of your neck and biting down. Another, louder moan slipped past your lips, despite how hard you had tried not to. He giggled and did it again, but harder, though he was careful not to break your skin. As his tongue tasted your neck, his hand moved further up your thigh, stopping before it became too far. Akaza may have been a demon, but he knew that consent was a thing, and wouldn’t take things further unless you wanted to.

“A-Akaza,” you panted out, looking away to hide your tomato-red face. “T-There i s-said your na- a-ah~ Akaza~!”

That was all it took for Akaza to dive into his meal, and all it took for you to have one hell of a sleepless night.

“Lady Y/N, you’ve got someone here to see you,” your wonderful maid Suzume informed you as you dressed yourself for the day. You looked into the mirror, smiling at your new, unique appearance. It was quite the change from what you used to look like, but you liked it better. You winked at yourself before turning around and heading out of your bedroom, on your way to meet your new guest.

In the halls, several of the servants bowed and greeted you happily, to which you waved and told them it wasn’t necessary to do so.

Suzume showed you to the lounge, where your guest was awaiting you. She had long, white hair with green tips, and what looked like the remains of a traditional oiran’s uniform. A large pink belt lay atop her waist, which was tied neatly into a bow behind her and when she turned around you saw that she had two striped of fabric down her chest that barely covered her breasts.

She greeted you with a smile and explained to you why she was there, saying how she had heard that her friend had gotten a woman and she wanted to see for herself if said woman was good enough for him. To your surprise, she had told you honestly that you had the aura of a kind and noble woman, one that indeed deserved to be respected and loved.

“I wish you a long and prosperous life with Akaza, I can tell that you deserve him as much as he does you, so I’ll leave you be for now.” She turned around and headed for the door, but before she left, she gave you another smile. “Just don’t tell him I stopped by or else he’ll be furious!”

She called herself “Daki.”

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goferwashere · 7 months

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PUNCH-OUT!! (Wii) MONSTER AU 🗣️💥

FIGHTING FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE IN THIS RING. LETS GO 🔥🔥

It’s a bit long so I added a cut 😭 I spent the past three days on this

THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE BUT OH LORD I FORGOT HOW MUCH FUN MAKING AU’S IS

ALSO PLEASE PLEASE ADD MORE HC’S AND STUFF IF YOU HAVE ANY

Please just assume that just about every monster on this list comes with super strength unless stated otherwise.

Glass Joe:

Human - Monster Hunter/Boxer

- Wants to retire, but knows that without him some of the more unruly and dangerous monsters would dominate the circuit.

- Not everybody knows that *he’s* the infamous monster killer within the WBVA. Some do, but he doesn’t want it to be common knowledge. He needs the edge of “Poor, weak Glass Joe” to get the jump on his opponents.

- He doesn’t kill often, only if things get extremely out of hand. He’s basically the only thing keeping the humans and monsters from starting a full out war in the WVBA.

- Despite his job, He’s friends with a couple of the other boxers. Some knowing that they were monsters, some that he assumed were human and were actually monsters, and some that were just human.

- He doesn’t have anything against monsters, only those who try to take advantage of their power.

- He still trains and goes into the ring, trying to enjoy himself. To be fair, he does still enjoy boxing despite everything else he’s doing. Even if his record does stand at 1-99.

- On that note, his one win wasn’t an accident. He fully intended to win that fight, lacing Nick Bruisers gloves with Garlic so he’d be fighting with his hands essentially on fire.

- Even though he’s got a serious job, he far from a serious guy most of the time. He’s friendly with just about everybody, and tries to be civil with the people who treat him like shit.

- He’s also still clumsy. Almost died a few times as a result.

Von Kaiser:

Vampire - Boxer

- Being turned during his military service, he’s gotten good at hiding the obvious signs. He covers his bite mark and eye bags, and excessively dyes his skin using turmeric. (It fades fast though, leaving his skin looking a healthy colour.)

- Claims he has a garlic allergy, which makes him sad because he quite enjoyed garlic before turning.

- Enjoys the perks of being a vampire, but just can’t seem to keep up with the amount of blood his body demands. So he often twitches and looses focus, being sluggish and tired quite often.

- He enjoys the chase when tracking down his prey. It makes him feel powerful.

- Is 100% on the monster’s side. He believes that they’re superior, and will often be snarky with the human boxers (even if they’re ranked higher than him).

Disco Kid

Human (Possessed by Kid Quick) - Dancer/Boxer

- Disco is being possessed by the ghost of a boxer that was killed during one of his matches (yes that’s his unfinished business)

- Whenever he’s doing anything involving boxing, that’s Quick’s doing, but personality wise that’s always been Disco

- Disco is surprisingly chill with it, always wanting to try boxing but never having patience to train (so Quick does it for him lol)

- His personality leaks into Quicks movements and taunts, since despite liking boxing he’s got ‘no flair’ (As Disco puts it)

- Doesn’t have any super strength, but if they work together they can pull of some nasty combos, with Quick grabbing them and pushing them into Disco’s attacks (Disco isn’t a huge fan of that though, so it’s only really a last resort.)

- He’s honestly nervous when he finds out about the monsters in the WVBA. Quick assures him that they’ll be fine as long as they keep their heads down.

-…Which of course, Disco would never do. So when he gets mixed up in the drama he doesn’t really have anyone to blame but himself.

- He knows that he should *technically* count as a monster, but him and Quick are in support of the humans.

King Hippo

Tulpa - Boxer

- He was created by a little boy who loved boxing, and created him. Giving him a backstory and a cool design. He thought about him so much that he just. Spawned one day.

- The only thing on his mind was boxing, so that’s what he did. He has no idea that he was just a figment of some random kid’s imagination, but I doubt he’d care (or believe it) if he was told. His only goal is to box.

- Not really involved in any of the WVBA human/monster drama. He’s rather quiet outside of the ring.

- Nobody is really clear what he is, but everyone has mutually agreed that he’s not human. No way.

Piston Hondo

Human - Boxer

- Everyone who knows him has a lot of respect for Hondo. He fights fair, and his technique was able to beat actual superhumans (granted, some of those wins may have circumstantial).

- Some of the other boxers are really confused as to how he can keep his ranking, and make speculations as to how he does it, but no one can come up with a solid theory.

- Unless he’s exposed to be a dirty trickster like Ryan, or doped up like Soda, everyone just has to respect the insane effort he puts in.

- Hondo is oblivious to the fact that the WVBA is infested with monsters, and has always thought that international boxing would naturally have more difficult opponents. Nobody knows what would happen if he found out, but nobody wants him give up if he did. Just about everyone (regardless about what side they’re on) will band together to keep Hondo in the dark.

Bear Hugger

Werewolf - Boxer

- He’s more or less happy with being a werewolf. Obviously he’s mad when he has to lock himself up during the full moon, but otherwise he’s chill.

- Essentially a Disney princess with how well he gets along with wildlife. Like. It’s actually insane.

- Thought he’d do well in boxing, so quite literally trained with bears before going to NY. He thinks it’s noisy and polluted, but stays to hopefully bring down the champion and take the belt home to show his friends.

- Cheers on everyone, regardless of what they are. He doesn’t really care about the fate of the WVBA and is just there for a good time.

Great Tiger

Human - Informant/Boxer

- A skilled magic user. He’s been learning since he was a little kid, and the jewel on his turban gives him a good chunk of extra power.

- Uses his tricks to get intel and feed it to Joe.

- He *LOVES* to stir the pot. He knows that he’s safe, and may even stick out his neck for Joe, but will never do anything that’ll put himself in harms way.

- In the same vein he’s always listening to drama. He will gossip like a high schooler, and he knows everything about everyone. He loves being cheeky and keeping other boxers in the dark about what he knows.

- Literally the personification of “🎶I know something that you don’t know~🎵”

- He’s basically on an even playing field, so has no trouble keeping his place in the major league. Honestly, he’s more in it to see how this drama will play out, and who’ll come out on top.

Don Flamenco:

Siren - Matador/Boxer

- He very much using his ability to charm people all the time.

- This includes getting the ref to give him decision wins (even if he doesn’t deserve it), and always to leave a good first impression on just about everyone he meets.

- Yes, sometimes it’s also to pick up ladies (and men? Sometimes? Depends on his mood…) but will never go too far with it.

NOTE: While I think it would be totally in character for him to sleep with them, I don’t want that for him since that’s not consensual. so let’s say that despite seeing humans as lesser he doesn’t want to cross that line. (For his *own* sake of course. The last thing he would do is use tricks to woo “lesser creatures” to bed with him.)

- He’ll whisper under his breath after taunting, convincing the opponent to throw the match. But he’s not great at it, and will sometimes encounter someone who doesn’t have great hearing. He usually loses those matches.

- Wants an all-monster WVBA. He can manipulate just about anybody, and generally sees humans as lesser (Unless they’ve proven to him otherwise, like Joe and Hondo) so he wants them out.

- He’s very charming and friendly, but if you get on his bad side he is NASTY. Like ruin all your relationships and steal yo girl/man nasty. (He keeps all that under wraps though, he can’t have his image be tarnished.)

Aran Ryan:

Human - Boxer

- To everyone’s surprise, he’s actually human. But for all the craziness he projects out in the ring, he’s a smart guy.

- He taunts boxers by trying to get them to hit him because he knows that one wrong move and they’d expose themselves. If they hit him too hard (he figures that one punch would be enough to kill him with their strength) he might die but knows that it’ll be hell to pay for their opponent as well.

- Same with the headbutts, it throws them off their rhythm because they need to react, even if they didn’t feel it.

- That’s why he cheats, because he knows that without it he’d stand no chance.

- But still, you can’t be asking people you know could kill you easily to hit you and be mentally stable. He’s still eccentric about making it as a boxer, this is just an extra challenge to him.

- Has a disdain for monsters, and will do just about anything he can to gain in upper hand in those fights. That flail has gotten him out of a few sticky situations.

Soda Popinski:

Human - Boxer

- He can only compete fairly (at world circuit level at least) because he’s doped up to hell and back.

- Way into the idea of the ‘indomitable human spirit’. He truly believes that human ingenuity can overcome any challenge, and this is no exception.

- He 100% wants to get monsters out of the WVBA. But because he knows that he’s already got a big enough target on his back for cheating he can’t make a big fuss publicly.

Bald Bull:

Minotaur - Boxer

- Nobody’s really sure where he came from, but some people have seen him in his Minotaur form and that’s been enough for the others to accept them onto their side.

- He’s close with a lot of the other monsters, and follows along with their plan to have monsters take over the WVBA circuits. He only does so for them, he doesn’t have a personal agenda.

- This is the first place he’s really felt accepted, so will do what his friends ask of him even if he isn’t entirely on board with it.

- That said, he does belittle the human competitors quite often. To their face and while they aren’t present.

Super Macho Man:

Dragon - Supermodel/Bodybuilder/Boxer

- Got tired of living in a cave, and made it to LA to see what had become of humanity.

- By god, he loved it. He’d chosen a particularly handsome form (even though he didn’t know it at the time) and loved the attention he got from the ladies. He quickly picked up on our customs and had plenty of gold to sell (after years of hoarding it up in a mountain somewhere, he figured that now was the time to use it).

- Always wears enchanted golden jewellery, because the last thing he wants is for his facade to slip. He doesn’t need all of it, but to him it’s a necessary precaution.

- He can breathe fire. He does it often as a party trick, and has even figured out how to change its colour.

- His skin is also very hot to the touch. You’d think he was always just finishing with an intense workout.

Mr. Sandman:

??? - Boxer

- Nobody knows, and nobody is brave enough to ask. He seems to beat monsters with relative ease, so everyone assumes he must be one as well, but nobody can figure him out.

- Everyone wants to keep him out of what’s happening, because he’s a loose canon. Nobody knows who’s side he belongs to and nobody wants to find out they’re his enemy.

PLEASE HELP ADD ONTO THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS BECAUSE IM EXPLODING OVER THIS

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i have no excuse. im sorry. but this popped into my head and now it must exist. its not even whump i just. u'll see

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy

"Don't go in there!" Beck said pleadingly, quickly rushing to stand between Helle and the closed bedroom door. "Please. That's my room. It's– it's private, it's... it's where I sleep–"

"Yes, that is often the purpose of a bedroom." His desperate attempt to stop them clearly backfired, because the vampire looked even more intrigued now. "Are you hiding something horrible? Something embarrassing, perhaps?"

"I'm n-not hiding anything, just... I don't want strangers in my bedroom."

"Strangers?" Helle looked wounded. "How many bites for an acquaintance? Or do you often let strangers bite you?"

"I don't want my acquaintances in my bedroom."

"Very well." They stepped away, sighing. "There is nothing I can do but respect the home owner's wishes."

Technically, I'm renting. He didn't say it, not wanting to give Helle any loopholes to exploit. But he soon realised the vampire didn't need a loophole as he was shoved aside and they marched right in.

"Was that what you were hoping I would say?" came their voice from inside, and Beck ran after them. "Do not be so naive. I said I wanted to explore the house ful– oh. That is adorable."

"Don't touch him!" He wasn't fast enough, of course he wasn't. Before he could do anything, Helle snatched the little thing from his bed, cradling it in their arms.

"What a sweet fellow," they cooed, giving the plush bat the biggest, fondest smile. Beck stayed still, suddenly very nervous about making a move Helle didn't approve of. Would they be so evil as to hurt Boba? "You absolutely cannot tell me you were hiding him. I would be heartbroken."

"I..." He watched as Helle squished the bat a couple times, seemingly enjoying themself greatly. "N-no, I wasn't..."

"Good. What a delight to know that one of my kin has already taken up residence here. Obviously, you are not opposed to housing creatures of the night."

Housing? "Y-you don't want to stay, do you?" he stammered, still anxious about his vulnerable friend being held by such a monster. Helle glanced up and shot him a mischievous grin.

"What if I do?" They nodded towards the stuffed animal. "Does he have a name, by any chance?"

Beck bit his lip. This was so stupid. Why were they asking about a plushie he had? Why couldn't they just be disinterested? "Boba," he muttered eventually.

"Would you really deprive sweet Boba of appropriate company?"

"You are not appropriate company. Boba has no ties to you or any vampire." Oh god, this was such a stupid argument to have. But he just wanted to have this one thing, the little piece of joy that still remained in his life even with the constant pain and paranoia. Couldn't they even let him have that?

"You sadden me." They gently placed the toy on the bed where they'd found it, and Beck snatched it up immediately, holding it close to his chest. "But no, I do not intend to stay for long. Possibly a few hours." Their smile softened as they looked at him; Beck would've almost described it as sympathetic. "Dear Boba is safe from my evil ways. I promise."

The vampire rarely ever made promises, that was one thing Beck realised about them very early on... nor were they particularly trustworthy. But this time, they seemed sincere. He hesitantly nodded, still holding the bat tight. "Thank you."

Maybe... maybe Helle still had some semblance of humanity left in them.

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#at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #helle #beckett #vampire whumper #invasion of privacy

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 7 months

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The Bird And The Man

Chapter Nine

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: Heheheh oops

Ao3

Chapter Eight | Chapter Ten

Orpheus had planned this out and wrote it a million times.

Like a detective, he laid out, notes upon notes and the red strings with his mind mapping out the multiple paths a conversation can go with you.

Everything the Novelist extrapolates, every possible outcome based on both Nightmare's dreams and his personal interactions with you.

Yet, at this moment in time, he finds himself lost.

Seeing you, being in the same room, in your presence with your attention on him; it is just like in dreams Nightmare's emotions bleed into clouding the Novelist's judgment. To yearn, he only yearned for one thing in all his life but here you are adding to his list.

“What does he have that I do not?”

When you love the darkness of a person, the flaws and parts people hide from the world, when the facade is taken away… He is laid bare to you.

Nightmare is every twisted sin and dark thought personified as a hunter. Yet, you draw out the light in him, that spark of Orpheus within the monster.

Orpheus… Felt that love.

This strange connection to his hunter counterpart and he shares unwillingly on both sides.

The love Nightmare has for you is bleeding into him, you are becoming important to Orpheus— Which is dangerous, far more dangerous than you realize.

You stand there unsure what to say, but your face says it all: you pity him. “I'm sorry.” Apologizing as if you did something wrong is a knee-jerk reaction.

“No, don't be,” Orpheus says, “My question was inappropriate. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Orpheus,” Placing the cue on the pool table to hold his hand.

“Please, Hypnos, it would be best if you do not touch me.”

“Have I offended you?” Stopping your hand just above his hand.

“No, not at all. You have been a light in my life these days and I fear I selfishly want to hold that light as my other has.”

Some romance novels have the third person who creates the plot of drama between the couple. Sometimes, it is brief or part of the whole book until the end where the main character has to make a choice. It always ends in heartbreak on one side, a minor thought of regret before being tossed aside to look forward to the happiness the main character chose.

In this case, how do you choose?

If one were to love Mr. Hide, would they love also Dr. Jekyll? They are the same person, a representation of the duality of humanity. Orpheus and Nightmare are these: two separate beings meant to be opposites but the same as well.

“I want to know why.” You tell him as you take your hand away, placing them by your side, “Do you feel what he feels?”

“Of sorts.” Turned and leaned against the pool table with both hands behind him to hold himself up. There is a pause before he talks, long-winded at first with flowery words as if writing a novel. Then it changes, simple and half sentences, his eyes on you the same way you imagine Nightmare's eyes are behind his mask.

“When I see you, all I feel is his love in my heart.”

You stand there, heart yearning for both men who share these emotions because they are the same person connected by this cursed manor.

You love one currently, while you had adored the other from afar.

Yet, it is the flawed man you choose and the perfection you were fascinated by because it was unattainable. You had a goal to reach, to become as well-known as the Novelist Orpheus… He is the moon, you were just a human on Earth looking up at him.

“Permit me to show you.”

“Show me?”

“Yes, I do not wish to steal you away… If you allow me to have a part of your heart.” A step closer, you step back, he moves around in front of you; your butt hits the edge of the pool. His arms caging you in, hands planted on the pool table. “Hypnos.” The way he sounds is dangerously close to Nightmare, or maybe it is the other way around. It pulls at your heart, that confusion both with his confession and reasoning (explained like a detective solving the great case of his love life), and now this.

The way he looks at you is the way you know how Nightmare looks upon you every time you are around him, kissing his mask and telling him— Your heart races as if scared and curious, not thrilled.

“Orpheus…” You feel your breathing quickening, chest tight, hands on his chest unsure what to do.

Do you love the monster more than the man? Or man who is the monster?

To deny him, would that mean you are denying Nightmare?

His lips take yours, not the sort of way you have read in romance novels. Your hands grip his vest as he leans forward forcing you to tip back, his kiss with tongue leaving you helpless and lost. Having no idea what to do but be taken and he takes a lot. His body is completely on top of you and both of you are lying on the pool table. You gasp, hands pinned down as he is above you. His leg hooks and drags your leg upward and his crotch is flush against yours.

Your heart is racing as his lips are on your neck, it is like you unlocked something within him that you fear will consume you. You cannot keep up with his skill and a moan that escapes your mouth is loud in this quiet space.

Orpheus hovers above you, “Hypnos.” A darkness falls over part of his face, only one brown seen in the light.

“Orpheus,” A bit dizzy as you are lost and confused, “Stop.”

And he does. Pulling away and wiping his mouth with his thumb then licking the pad of his thumb, “That… Was my fault.”

You sit up on the pool table still in a bit of a daze but aware enough to not look at the man, “I should go.”

“Of course.” Moving out of your way, “I hope you consider this.” He speaks while you pass by him.

Orpheus stands there, his eyes closing as he sighs in disappointment. The mundane task of cleaning up the game of billiards is not helping him relax.

You sent him a letter urgently asking for this meeting, the penmanship frantic and quick. You had to send it by Lady Nightingale who had Lucky Guy deliver the letter.

Within an hour, you get a reply sent by a raven with a letter detailing where to meet. Nightmare waits for you under the moonlight in a different meeting spot. Outside the estate in the old Kreiburg Race Course, he is in the middle with his arm out for you to hold. It is a cold winter night, you wear proper winter clothes and speak with him about what happened a few hours ago.

Frantic and over-explaining while apologizing a ton.

Nightmare will not tell you how much pride he feels that despite you being with his counterpart, you still thought of him. To know he equally plagues your thoughts, to know you yearn for him too, he is smiling though you are freaking out.

“Do you hate me? I should have said no…” He stops to catch your tears, “You must think me a hussy.”

With a shake of his head, as he stops you from walking and stands in front of you, he pulls out the notebook from inside his coat and starts writing.

Two pages worth of writing.

“Oh.” Reacting when he lets you read it, a quick read then a detailed read, “But… Isn't that unseemly?”

Another shake of his head and he takes the notebook back to write a few more words.

“I… I need to think about it, Orpheus. This is… Very new to say the least to me.”

His beak rubs your cheek affectionately, his hands pulling and holding you close to his chest. you gladly and clingy hug him back.

You inhale his scent, rubbing your puffy face into his chest.

“Touch. You?”

You nod, “I wish you could touch me every day.” Gripping the fabric of the coat as if it is a lifeline and the safest place in the world, “The New Year celebration,” Lifting your head to look at him, “Will you spend it with me?”

His beck touches your lip, a kiss, and he nods his head, “Yes but away.”

“We can find a spot for ourselves.” Smiling that beautiful smile he prefers over the tears you were shedding. Agh, he knows Orpheus is better than that but they both are too eager when with you. Fiend-ing for someone they do not need to wear a mask around (not completely). You laugh when he picks you cradling you in his arms like a bride, his mask once more covered in your kisses.

The others saw the blue lipstick when he returned from your room, the whispers and glances. None of them ever truly interact with him given his isolationist behavior. To see the blue lipstick all over him must have been a sight, and again he is prideful about it.

To be marked, he likes it.

#idv #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #orpheus x you #idv orpheus x you #orpheus x reader #nightmare x reader #idv nightmare #nightmare x you #identity v x reader #idv reader insert #idv orpheus #idv novelist #reader insert #idv x you #fanfiction

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Sparkstember Day 11: Angst In My Pants (The Decline And Fall Of Me)

Album two of two in the series of Sparks' immaculate new wave releases! Iconic in every way imaginable from the music to the artwork to ONE music video. I think it's more musically (and lyrically!) varied and mature in tone (besides... a couple exceptions. Yes, an album called Angst In My Pants) than its predecessor, which is a very good development. These songs will leave you chuckling and bopping along and also pondering the intricacies of human existence. Ok, maybe that's a bit of a stretch, but it can't be denied that behind much of the earnestness and theatricality here, there's lots of quite emotional, introspective and thought-provoking stuff to be found.

Thematically, this album goes everywhere. One moment we are in Sextown U.S.A, the next we're visiting Disneyland, California where we make friends among people and animals. On a more serious note though, I think the biggest emotional whiplash one could experience between different songs on an album is between Mickey Mouse and Sherlock Holmes. And yet there's still a very prominent element of humour, even in those songs that are on the more serious or dramatic end of the scale.

I said a few days ago that I'd try to return to the topic of Sparks' brand of humour and how it works, but I don't feel intelligent enough to analyse that today. And I'm pretty sure that from what I've seen, Other People And The Maels Themselves (Said It Better Than Me). So instead, as a little send-off, please remember: if a mouse can be special, well, SO CAN YOU!!! 🫵

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Angst In My Pants: literally no other song like this one in this world. I can't tell why that is but it's just. So great

I Predict: I had a weird kind of effect where I heard this song in my early days of Sparking and it felt VEEERY familiar to me. I think it was due to the genre / style here, it reminded me of something specific, at first I thought it was very glam rock but I'm pretty sure that this is not it but something else (and I don't know what to call it in that case!). Anyway, banger song

Tarzan And Jane: whoa wait, am I already skipping to the third-to-last song on the tracklist?? I guess I am. This one's great and one of my early favs too (I wonder how long it will take until I run out of things to say about my fav songs and it all just becomes this list of 'it's very good and I like it a lot. next.')

The Decline And Fall Of Me: it's great!! I like it!! And, of course, "check out my pizzas"

Eaten By The Monster Of Love: personal reasons that lead to a printed and framed mini-comic of my making appearing on my desk, which features some of the lyrics of this song, which caused me to have it permanently stuck in my head for a pretty long period of time. And this way I ended up liking it much much more than I did in the beginning, when it still seemed somehow pretty unremarkable to me

#i probably should have been putting these under a read more from the start. welp.#not very happy with this post idk really what my vision here was. but if i try to rewrite it i will start progressively losing my mind #so please accept this mess today. ability to articulate my thoughts died a final death i think #i hope that the tone of a Slightly Annoying Music Reviewer Who Tries to Appear Smart Yet Cool #that i accidentally put on here. is at least somewhat enjoyable #i think that someone who actually loves angst might be a better person to talk about why it's so good #i like it a lot but in a more 'acknowledging its brillance and respecting that deeply' way #nothing negative to say about it! it's just not a personal favourite. and yet i still find it so great on some fundamental level #oh and credit to @carcarrot for the idea of how a collection of frozen pizzas could be displayed hehehe #sparkstember 2024 #my art #goose monologues #edit: ok i guess tumblr decided that it'll just post scheduled posts instead of saving them when i edit them #so have an early post in that case (i already had to delete it and make it again bcs of this yesterday ugh)

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Hello. Please, tell me what do you think about Angua. I'm personally struggling to like her after her words to Carrot, something about "why you are so supportive!?", when he didn't start a fuss about her being the werewolf.

It would be nice to see another point of view for the character. I hope it helps me to understand her better.

Thank you

Hi!! Firstly thank you so much for this ask! It’s a really fun one and I’ve been thinking over how best to answer it and figuring out what exactly I like about Angua so much, so I appreciate it a lot!

There are a few different reasons why I like her. Some of them are pretty superficial, so I think I’ll get those out of the way first.

In general I just think that she’s pretty cool! From a purely superficial standpoint she’s pretty and gets to be badass and a werewolf and that’s just kind of fun. The whole circumstances around people finding out she’s a werewolf are also just pretty funny to me.

I also really like her in terms of the way that she’s written.

I really like how Pterry writes women in general because he manages to write them in a way that doesn’t feel like it’s fitting into stereotypes about women? They’re all real people with nuances and I feel like Angua is a good example of that. Yes, she does get to be badass, but also she’s a person and has a lot going on internally. She’s got a constant struggle with trying to fit in around people and trying to be human which is something that I haven’t often seen around werewolf characters and I think Pterry explores it well.

Werewolves in media seem to go in a couple of pretty predictable ways. You get the general horror of someone turning into a werewolf and then it either seems to go in the direction of oh no the werewolf is a monster!1!1! Or oh, the werewolf has a pack and learns to live that way. For me Angua is interesting because Pterry goes okay, but what if a werewolf doesn’t have a pack?? Angua is pretty much estranged from her family; she doesn’t have anyone to help her with the experience and is generally met with fear and hostility when people find out that she’s a werewolf. She has to deal with a LOT, even people who mean well and actively like her (Cheery) inadvertently hurt her with comments about werewolves and that’s someone who doesn’t know she’s a werewolf!! I can’t imagine that other Ankh Morpork citizens are somehow kinder or more understanding. And in amongst that you get to see the inner conflict that Angua has. She comes to this environment and she doesn’t just magically adjust - she struggles with trying to maintain control when she turns and she struggles with maintaining humanity and seeming human, because that’s what people around her will accept.

I think that, for the most part, is why I can understand the way she reacts to Carrot, as it’s pretty unusual for someone to be completely supportive. I’m segueing slightly, but I do really like how her relationship with Carrot develops because it’s nice that she has someone there who accepts her without question. Carrot is just *nice*, with no ulterior motives or strings attached and that’s something she doesn’t seem to encounter too often.

The other main reason that I like Angua is how comedic her perspective is. She’s quite a funny character and consistently plays the straight man to the rest of the watch’s insanity and that’s really fun.

Her internal monologue is great for this because despite being a werewolf she’s somehow the most normal person in the watch.

I love those watch guys but Dear God none of them are normal about their job. I love Vimes’ POV very much and he’s one of my all time favourite characters, but sometimes it feels nice to just take a step back and view the watch through the eyes of someone who isn’t used to it. Angua is pretty great for this.

I also quite like seeing her go from incredulous to understanding about Carrot - she’s quite perceptive and figures out pretty quickly that he’s deceptively simple. She can also be quite dry in terms of humour, which I personally really like.

Overall I just think that she’s pretty neat! I hope that this has been helpful!

Ultimately though, if you still don’t really like her then that’s fine too!! Discworld is full of wonderful characters and the best part is that there’s no right answers about which ones resonate, even if one is particularly popular or well liked.

#discworld #gnu terry pratchett #angua von uberwald #carrot ironfoundersson #samuel vimes #asks #thanks once again for this ask!!!#I had a lot of fun thinking this through #rambles

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ I've been locked out of heaven. . .

Xiao x gn!reader

xiao is tired. he wishes that he could rest, just as his god did.

cw ;; kind of angst, hurt/comfort, a bit suggestive. reader comforts xiao. swearing, a little bit more angsty in the beginning, crying, emotions are unpredictable, Reader almost has a meltdown, Xiao goes unconscious, mentions of blood (not reader's or Xiao's)

Xiao is tired. he's, so fucking tired. he wants to protect you; his angel, from all things evil and horrible, he wishes he could stay by your side at every waking moment. his heart aches for your touch, voice, even your energy will make him content at this point...

its been nonstop, monsters at every waking hour. he doesn't need to sleep, but he's been getting so used to resting next to you at night, eating up your nightmares and wiping away your tears when you awake sobbing into his chest.

now, its rare to even have longer than a minute with you. he'll wipe out a wave of monsters and teleport to your side only to feel danger arise one again and disappear with a mournful expression on his face. he knows his duty but he wishes he could be selfish for just a moment longer.

today, was just like the others...

"good morning, Xiao." you greet with a smile on your face, a plate in your hands and a soft look in your eyes.

"..morning," he turns to face you, his expression softening as he realized you made him the dish he "tolerated" the most in the human world. you made it sweeter for him, when he sits down by your side. bringing the spoon to his mouth tasting the sweetened tofu jelly and high quality fruits you bought from the market earlier that day. "thank you.." he covers his mouth, continuing to eat before he feels a sudden drop in the air.

his eyes widen and his muscles still. he glares out at the horizon, the sun is barely high in the sky. he finishes chewing, pressing his forehead against yours. "i'll be back.. please dont wait up for me." he whispers, disappearing before you, a small breeze remains of him.

as much as you tried to keep your composure. you knew this was hurting him, no matter what you want for him, this is what the contract states. no amount of love and praying will ever stop this. but when will enough be enough? will Xiao exhaust himself to the point of death? the pain aches in your heart, most nights you dont hear from him. sometimes you'll see a sage colored butterfly tapping against your window, and you know its from your beloved.

you never thought of yourself when it came to him being gone for so long, you only cared for him. how he was, what he felt... you recall the memories you have with him, before the evil had became such a problem as it is now. the first time you laid with him, how reluctant he was to get close to you. until you pinkie promised him that if you felt anything weird you'd tell him immediately, he finally laid next to you, a small qingxin flower in-between the two of you.

"... are you okay?" he asked, almost in a whisper.

"yes, for the sixth time. i'm okay," you laughed, laying on your back next to the Yaksha.

"are you sur-"

"Xiao!" you smack his shoulder laughing at his concerned expression.

"I'm okay," you quiet down, staring at his golden eyes. the faintest bit of blush on both of your cheeks.

"..." he sighs and turns away, no longer meeting your eyes. instead staring up at the sky. the stars shined brightly, but all of them seemed so dull next to you.

you sigh, leaning against the banister. the morning sun shining through the leaves of the trees, it's turning to autumn. the memory gone, you wonder if tonight perhaps, you'll be able to lay with him once more, and stare up at the stars. You stare at his unfinished plate of Almond Tofu, a mild ache in your heart.

He wasn't even able to finish it...

A couple hours past, it was now time for dinner... you weren't that hungry, you had a busy day going around the market and cleaning for the Inn. The sun was meeting the horizon, Xiao had not returned yet. It made you worry but you knew how strong he was, you knew he would fight until the end. You knew in your heart he was still alive, there wasn't no reason to worry...

Until it came night, clouds had covered the starry sky. A storm was approaching and it made you nervous. A soft yawn escapes your lips, you felt like your other half was missing; but you knew nothing you could do or say could stop him from doing what he knows he has to do.

You flop onto your bed your body sinking onto the plush mattress, your achy joints and muscles relaxing. You close your eyes, still dressed in your work clothes. You drift off to sleep, you have a oft and simple dream, a flower field, it wasn't your dream. But rather, it was Xiao's. A soft melody of a flute echoed through the field, the moon shined onto the petals of the Glaze Lilly's, Xiao dancing to the sound. A gentle sway, you step forward, cupping his cheek with your hand. He leans into your touch, his solo dance no longer alone.

You grab his hand, a soft smile on your face. You two twirl and dance to the sound of the flute, he seems at peace, he opens his eyes. His naturally angled eyes, softer, his lips turned up to a smile. He looks like an angel. No one says anything, relishing the comforting song of the flute. A gentle breeze washing over two souls, intertwined into a fated dance among the flowers.

You awake to the sound of something falling in your room, Xiao now in your room. Your heart is pounding from suddenly being awake, Xiao looks hurt, and you noticed he passed out from exhaustion. You immediately jump to action, grabbing his arm and pulling him up onto your bed, placing his, very heavy polearm on the side. You run downstairs and prepare the tea Dr. Baizhu had given to you since Xiao refused to take it.

You pace back and forth waiting for the kettle to get hot enough, once it starts to whistle you immediately pour it over the spice bag. A pleasant aroma filling the kitchen, you run back upstairs trying your best not to spill it, placing it on the bedside table. You run back downstairs to fetch medicine, a wash cloth, and a bucket. Your heart is pounding, hammering against your ribcage like a trapped bird.

You now have everything prepared, Xiao unconscious on your bed covered in dirt and blood, hopefully not his own. You wipe the dirt from his face, you try to be strong but your worries getting the best of you. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you ignore every thought in your brain, focusing on your lover. Ridding his skin from dirt and blood, you hesitate to wake him, not knowing if he's just so tired he passed out immediately or if something worse. The tea will be cold, he needs to be checked for any open wounds, your brain feels as if it'll explode.

Xiao makes a grunt, attempting to sit up. You immediately jump to action, helping him gently move. You try to cover up your worried expression, but he can see through you. You wait for him to wake up completely before grabbing the cup full of tea and medical herbs and helping him drink.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" You hesitate asking, your voice is hoarse. He shakes his head no, leaning his head onto your chest. "Take off your armor, please.." you have to check him yourself before your heart can rest easy.

He sighs, "give me a second... let me rest here for a moment," he whispers, hugging your waist. "I got rid of them, you'll be safe now." He buried his face in your clothes. ".. you'll be safe.." he repeats, hugging you closer.

"Xiao," you whisper, feeling his muscles relax. You stroke his hair, it's dry but fluffy even despite him being in battle a few minutes ago. "Are you sure?"

He nods his head, hugging you as if you'll disappear if he isn't holding you tight enough. "They're gone, for tonight." You sigh.

"I'll run a bath for you then, is that okay?" He hesitates before nodding his head. He knows you prefer when he thinks of himself as a person instead of a killing machine.

"Okay.." he sighs, taking off his armor. Leaving him in only his skintight shirt and purple trousers. His muscles ached so bad, he sips the tea. The taste isn't horrible but not pleasant, he doesn't complain. He doesn't want to worry you anymore than you already are.

You're in the other room, turning the water on for the bath. You wait for the faucet to run warm before walking out of the bathroom, Your lover stands with his back to you, he looks so vulnerable— no body armor, and sipping tea while reading some of the plant and medical posters on the wall. It would've been a heartwarming sight, had the moments before not been as scary as it was. For some reason Xiao seems... different.

"The bath is ready, I'll wait in here for you, please take your time..." you place your hand on his shoulder, his muscles tensed for a moment and you immediately backed away. "S-sorry.." you apologize, your nerves still shaken up.

"no, it's okay. It's just, i haven't been like this In a very long time." He gives you a soft smile, sipping the rest of the tea. "When did you get those pictures?" He points to the posters on the wall.

"a couple days ago, I've been learning a bit of medicine from Dr. Baizhu... he gave them to me." You admit, taking the now empty cup from him. He grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around..." he whispers, his eyes seems sorrowful.

"I know, it's okay." You hug him, wrapping your arms around his back. You swallow back a sob, not letting your guard down just yet. "I never blamed you,"

"I don't deserve you," he admits, adverting his gaze from yours. You sigh, your voice breaking.

"of course you do," you blink away the tears, the fear of him dying swallowing you whole. "You deserve everything pleasant in this world,"

"Why are you crying..?" He pulls back, his thumb wiping the tear from your cheek. "Shh, Don't cry," he strokes your cheek, hearing you cry broke his heart.

"I know, I know— I know you can't control your oath. I know you have to defend Liyue.. I know, I just. I can't bear the thought of losing you. Im sorry for being weak, I wish I could do more to help you." You try to force yourself to stop crying, Xiao's safety and well-being was the most important right now. "I'm sorry, the bath is ready," you cover your eyes, not wanting to cry anymore in front of him.

"It's okay," he doesn't know exactly how to comfort you like this, he grabs your hand, placing it onto his chest. His heart beating and fluttering against your palm. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you close.

You shoulders shake and tremble as you finally let your emotions out. You babble into his chest, hiccuping and finally allowing the weight on your shoulders to be lifted. He doesn't say much, but the gentle rubs and circles on your back becoming more loving with every sob and hiccup shows that he's listening. Eventually it goes silent, you sniffle, letting a sigh of relief escape your throat. You pull back from his hold, giving him a weak smile, wiping the rest of your tears away.

"you should go ahead and get washed up... and then rest, yeah?" You hold his hand, bringing it up to cup your cheek. He leans down to give you a soft kiss on your lips, it had been so long since he last kissed you. It felt so sweet, he kept his lips on yours for a moment longer than usual. Relishing in the perfect feeling of your lips on his.

"Do you want to join me?" he asks, in a hushed whisper. his hand cupping your cheek, pressing his forehead against your own.

"i'm okay, i'll wait in here... i have to clean the sheets, and the floor.." you sigh, it feels like heaven when you two are able to be so soft with each other.

"... i dont mind," he ghosts his lips on your own, you lean to kiss him once more.

"today has been exhausting, my angel." you breathe, "i'll be in the other room, if anything happens i'll come to you immediately. i promise," you hold your pinkie up to him, he looks at it confusingly before realization hit him. he lifts his hand up to yours, wrapping your pinkie with his. he presses a kiss on your intertwined fingers.

"okay," he whispers, letting go of your hand. he hugs you close, kissing your head lovingly. "i'll be right here, just call my name if you need me... can you do that?" he presses his forehead against yours.

"Yes," you hold his hand again.

"say my name..." he mumbles, his eyes study your expressions, every muscle twitch, every flutter of your eyelashes.

"Xiao," you breathe out softly.

"Say it again," he cups your face with his free hand.

"Adeptus Xiao." you repeat softly, nuzzling your nose against his.

"good..." he speaks just above a whisper, his eyes close. "please dont be afraid to call for me." he presses his lips against yours, savoring the sweetness your lips. he lets go of your hand, walking to the bathroom.

you sigh, standing in the now empty bedroom. you glance at the blood on the floor and the scattered papers. you pick up the papers, placing them back on top of the table, grabbing the unused rag and placing it in the bucket full of water, scrubbing the stains out of the wood floor. once you're finished you remake the bed, new sheets for xiao to lay on. you run your hand through your hair, sighing once more. you go to open the window, propping it open a crack as gentle rain falls down.

you sit on the bed, staring at the ground waiting for him to finish, you become lost in thought. your eyes become heavy once more, the adrenaline from before wearing off. your body aches, you sigh, stretching and going to your drawers to find sleep appropriate clothes rather than your work clothes.

you undress, your work pants first, sliding them off and placing them in the basket next to the bed, carefully sliding the pajamas over your legs without falling. as you pull the work shirt over your head you hear the door of the bathroom open, your bare back on display for Xiao to see.

"ah.." you start, looking at the door.

he slides open the door, his gaze hasnt reached yours yet. a towel over his shoulders, he looks in your direction, his eyes widen as he realizes you were changing. he turns his attention else where, adverting his eyes completely from you.

"sorry, i'm not looking..." he murmurs as you toss the shirt near him which startles him, the basket was next to him. the tips of his ears flushed red as you stifle a giggle watching how flustered he became.

"it's okay, just give me a moment." you speak softly, hints of playfulness on your voice. you slip the comfortable pajama shirt over your head, fixing your hair. "you can look now,"

xiao carefully turns around, clearing his throat. "s-sorry again," you laugh softly.

"Lovely, it's alright." you walk to him, noticing he's actually wearing the comfortable 'around the house' pants you bought him, your heart flutters as you smile. "how is your body?" your relaxed expression turning into a more serious and worried one.

"it's okay, bearable." he looks down at you, bringing his hand up to your face. he moves your hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "are you okay?"

"mm, i'm alright." you hum, leaning into his hand. "don't worry about me."

he frowns, trying to stop a yawn from happening. a strange mewl escapes his throat. your eyes widen and you try not to laugh, his face turns more flushed. "shhh.." he looks away from you.

"what was that??" you laugh a bit, turning his face towards yours.

"..." he doesnt respond, crossing his arms. "...i tried to stop myself from yawning." you burst out laughing, your forehead bumping against his chest as he has a strained frown on his face, trying not to smile along with your giggles.

you eventually calm down, you look back at him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "oh, my dear warrior." you purr, caressing his face gently. "come rest, you've done so much already." you grab his hand, leading him towards the bed, he follows you with little to no reluctance.

you crawl onto the bed, holding his hand. you move over for enough room for him to lay with you, he climbs onto the bed, his arms at your head pinning you there. his cheeks are dusted red, he presses his lips to yours. you bring your hands to his head, running your hands through his hair softly.

you stop the kiss, pressing a finger to his lips to stop him. "I love you," he smiles softly, the normal crease in his eyebrows relaxing. "so much, my angel." he melts in your touch.

his heart flutters, pressing his forehead against yours. he may not always know what to say or what to do in terms to comfort you or showing his true feelings to you. but he knows, you're the one for him, and he loves you dearly...

this took me two months,. uh. gaahh,, i love xiao sm, like genuinely he's the most spoiled character i own, i waited nearly a year for him <33

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister Ch10

Chapter 10: "Maybe With You, This Could Be Home"

Summary: A power struggle between the fifteen year old boy and the demon that lays within him. Which is the truth, and which is a fabrication?

Warning: pm! fifteen year old dazai, dazai self destructing, Odasaku death mentions, dazai torturing himself and everyone around him, manipulative behavior from both sides, mori mentions and grooming themes, underage drinking, talks of suicide. I gave Oda's sister a name but you can imagine it as y/n.

(This is chapter ten of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. It carries on from the three part intro I posted a couple days ago. I'll link it below to fully understand the story. Oda's death has been moved up to when Dazai is fifteen for plot purposes. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Three Part Intro Here: (just cause the first chapter is so long)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A03 Version Here:

Word count: 8k total

One Year Ago

Sitting across their usual spots at Bar Lupin, Ango and Oda waited patiently for their other friend to join them only for the glasses-wearing informant to break the silence first. “I still don’t know what to make of that boy..”

Odasaku only raised an eye though, his fingers reaching around the golden colored alcohol in front of him without a care in the world. “Who, Dazai?”

Nodding once, Ango frowned. “Yeah, that kid is like an enigma. I can’t ever understand what he’s thinking. What about you, Odasaku? Do you understand him?”

The red haired man paused then, his head lifting up the ceiling in order to think about his question. He had known Dazai for a couple years now, ever since he had shown up in front of his doorstep covered in blood.

He could still picture it like it was yesterday, the events that brought him here. “Well, I don’t think anyone could ever truly understand him, but I have a couple ideas..”

Leaning forward in interest, Ango coaxed. “Please share..”

And for a moment, Odasaku’s mind traveled back to a certain red haired girl that he had known maybe just as well as the boy. Perhaps that is how he could come to these conclusions, because he was drawing experience from somewhere else.

Pushing his head down to stare back at his liquor, Oda spoke honestly. “He's sharp witted with a mind like a steel trap..”

Stopping himself then, the man pushed his lips in silent thought. Yes, that was common knowledge, something even he was sure Dazai knew already. He was a port mafia executive after all, the youngest in the history of the organization.

But there was something else, something that not even the boy probably realized. Something that he tried to hide, and yet would always be buried deep underneath.

“And he's just a child━a sobbing child abandoned in the darkness of a world far emptier than the one we're seeing.”

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Present

Hours.

Dazai spent hours with his victims, his fingers sticky with blood as he finally threw the descared knife on the ground of the unmoving and unrecognizable man. He had done what Mori had requested, what he was designed to do with his own horrible monstrous hands.

He had slashed his knife through every single pathetic whining baby that Mori had brought in front of him and made them talk one by one until there was no more.

All the information was received, and now there was nothing left but to stare blankly at the dead body in order for the heart crushing disappointment and guilt to quietly suffocate him with each breath.

He didn’t feel like a man or boy. He didn’t feel any sense of humanity anymore, that fleeting feeling back in Mori’s office now completely and utterly dissipated. Now there was only the demon, the monster that laid beneath it all.

Numb, empty, a hollow shell that’s all he was.

He vaguely heard the sound of footsteps only to feel his boss’ hands grace his shoulders from behind, eyeing the work with satisfaction. “I knew you could do it. Good job, Dazai.”

The boy didn’t respond though, his body unmoving at Mori’s fingers clawed deepered into his jacket with ease. “Oda was a fool to treat you like a child. In fact, it was wrong to assume you could ever be one. You have been and will always be so much more than that.”

His tone was cruel and mocking, like he was proving some kind of sick point and Dazai knew that’s why he did this. The boss was proving to the executive that he was right all along, that he didn’t deserve the term “child” not when it held the connotation of innocence and naivety.

That he could pretend, he could wish for himself to be a fifteen year old boy but in reality that would never be the case. Odasaku’s gentle manner towards him was a lie, that's what Mori wanted to get across.

And he had, he really did, because looking down at the mutilated body and bloodied clothes stuck to his skin, Dazai didn’t feel like anything else but a monster, a demon prodigy and an inhuman machine.

He had desecrated his best friend's final wish, he had mocked Odasaku’s sister’s kind words, he had disappointed and betrayed both of them in the worst way possible. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he change?

Death was the only thing that he deserved now. He deserved to be wiped from this earth completely without a single trace. But even a sweet release seemed unworthy from his grasp now.

Feeling the hands fall from his shoulders, Mori then took a step back before allowing his puppet to be swallowed by the darkness completely. “Now, have a wonderful night. Dazai. You’ve earned it.”

The next few minutes were a blur, the brown haired mafioso robotically moving to the nearby sink in order to run the scalding hot water on his skin to rid of the blood before slowly undoing his bandages around his arms in order to clutch the metal sides with silent despair.

He couldn't even bring himself to look into the mirror, already knowing what he was going to find. A disappointment, a traitor and a lifeless corpse staring back at him. No, he didn’t want to see, he didn’t want to come to terms with such a sight.

Silently re-wrapping the hideous sight with a new batch of gauze, Dazai then stepped back with a sigh. And though the blood was physically gone, he could still feel it. Coating his skin, corrupting his mind like some sort of punishment.

He couldn’t just simply erase what he had done here today.

The world wasn’t ever that kind.

Muscle memory then seemed to bring him back to the familiar apartment buildings he seemed to always slump back to, the demon’s steps slow and silent as he passed by hoards of faces he couldn’t care enough to recognize or acknowledge.

And as the elevator sounded, Dazai knew what he’d find when he stepped into his sad, pathetic and suffocating apartment.

It was the same as always. He knew that he would probably drink himself to sleep, or some sort of equivalent of that while sitting inside his dark isolated space without a single sound.

Always wallowing, always drowning. Nothing more and nothing less.

Pushing open the door to the entryway, Dazai’s blank and clouded body then reached for the black jacket on his body in order to throw the object onto the floor without a single care and fully step inside the place.

And then he was alone, standing in solitude like he always was.

Yet that’s when his foot couldn’t help but tap against something on the floor in front of him, the mafioso stopping for the first time since arriving only to register a small sleeping body curled up into herself.

The move caused her to stir though, groaning before her drunken and sleepy coated expression lazily gazed up at the boy in order for her to yawn through her words. “Oh, you’re back. Sorry, I don’t know how I got here. Guess I got a little sleepy while waiting for you. But look, I’m here as promised!”

Dazai then watched as the red haired girl then scrambled to her knees in order for her lips to curve upwards in adoration for his very presence. “Welcome home, Osamu.”

At the sound of her voice, the boy felt the numb constraint on his body dissipate.

Oh.

That’s right. He wasn’t alone. Oda’s sister was here. He had left her here and she had promised to welcome him back. What a foolish and stupid little thing, and yet she had honored it even so. She had even gone as far as to sleep in front of his door like this so she wouldn’t miss him. What an idiot.

He then watched as she pushed herself back to her feet, stumbling a bit in the process in shaky unreliably before beaming happily. “Oh! Now that you’re here, I gotta show you my surprise! Come on, take a look!”

Reaching forward in order to grab onto his hand, Asa then felt herself freeze before she made contact in order to reel back with an apologetic smile, almost like she had forgotten about his fear of touch in her excitement.

She recovered quickly though, simply skipping away from him in order for the boy to look down at his hand and close it in response. She was always so considerate of him, even while drunk.

Yet, the second Dazai stepped closer into his apartment, the boy couldn’t help but freeze at the sight before him. Gone were the blank and empty walls, replaced by the warm glow of string lights, the sight almost like tiny little fireflies as he couldn’t help but move even closer.

The tables in front of him were filled with various candies and unhealthy junk food, covering the entire surface along with a giant blanket fort in the center of the room, the sheets revealing dozens of pillows and cute stuffed animals inside.

Pushing herself back in front of his vision, Asa then clapped her hands together. “Ta da! It’s a sleepover! I’ve heard about these things from people at my school and I’ve always wanted to try it! Look, there are snacks and pillows and we can even watch movies or tell scary stories!”

Dazai couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief at what she was suggesting though. “You’re inviting a port mafia executive to a sleepover?”

She only laughed at his negative response though, already hurrying over to the small opening just a couple feet away. “Yeah! I mean, why not? We are still kids, you know. Gotta enjoy this stuff before we become boring old grown ups. Now, come on! There is plenty of room in here!”

Kids.

There was that word again. It was like the universe was mocking him with it, taunting him with a term he could never attach himself to. Tonight had proved that.

How dare she, didn’t she know what he did? Didn’t she know about the phantom blood that was coating his hands even now? What a ridiculous statement she had just uttered.

And looking at this display, the warm and welcoming aura was literally the exact opposite of the cold and dark port mafia basement that he had drowned in for the last mind-numbing hours. He didn’t know how to take it, this sudden whiplash and change.

So much so, Dazai felt his unstable mind start to falter, his fingers twitching in response before falling back into the old habits that were familiar and safe. He needed to, he needed to show Asagao that he couldn’t have what she was suggesting.

He didn’t need it. He was far too tainted for it.

Reaching his hands forward, Dazai’s fingers then roughly wrapped against Asa’s wrist before purposely swiping her drunken feet underneath her, the girl falling back onto the waiting pillows only for the boy to appear above her just like with any other whore that wandered into his place.

Asagao’s eyes couldn’t help but widen at the gesture, now finding the bandaged captive holding her down by her wrists, the distance barely breathable between the two.

The executive then smirked deviously in order to twist the tips of his fingers around the longest strand of hair he could find. Anything to corrupt this seemingly innocent construct she had built. “Oh sweetheart, I’d much rather continue where we left off in that elevator.”

Leaning forward, Dazai’s cruel gaze then locked with her confused little eyes before forcing his knee into the space between her legs, pulling them just slightly apart in a tease as he pressed himself deeper into her.

And though he had no plans to actually go through with anything, he needed to get it through her thick head how wrong she was for saying that stupid little phrase. “I mean, you didn’t seriously think that this is what I meant by you spending the night? Oh how innocent you are, darling. So defenseless against a man like me. I guess I have to show you what I mean firsthand. Hmm?”

Then to prove his point, Dazai shifted his head to the left in order to teasingly blow a breath of hot air into her ear before his tongue just barely grazed the side as he felt her chest constrict in surprise at the motion. “Calling the demon prodigy a kid, how wrong you are. Well, tell me. Does this feel like something a kid would do?”

That was it, now she would see that he couldn’t fit in that innocent box she had foolishly built. Just a little more to get his point across, then she would learn her mistake.

As if on cue, he then heard the girl in question whisper, the sound just barely audible, like she was desperate for something. “Osu..”

And because of their position, Dazai assumed it was because of his touch, the boy’s head pulling away cockily in order to look back at her with a small tease. “What is it, love?”

Yet that’s when the two locked eyes as Asagao’s anxious hands moved against his handmade chains, almost like she wanted to touch him. “Did something happen?”

Then all at once, Dazai felt his carefully crafted exterior start to crack ever so slightly. She sensed his distress? No, it couldn’t be. He had hid it so well in his womanizing ways. There was no way she knew about the disgusting thoughts of self hatred inside his head.

Forcing himself to remain calm, the boy then gave her a signature smirk before purposely pushing his hands even tighter around her wrists in order to slam her back into the floor. “Whatever do you mean? I’m just excited to play with my favorite girl.”

And yet, Asagao didn't take the bait, her lips twisting together in conflict before sadly replying. “It’s just...it seems like you're forcing something..”

Forcing something? No, of course not. What could he be forcing? This is who he was. He was just trying to prove to her that he wasn’t a child. He was trying to show her how much of an adult he actually was by seducing her. That’s what he did for everyone else.

For a kid, growing up in the mafia meant no restrictions. It meant killing and drinking and sex and following the lead of everyone else in the organization.

It didn’t matter if he wasn’t old enough for any of it. That didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except forcing himself into the adult box that everyone else around him conformed to easily.

And Dazai did it all. He brought woman back and fucked them just because it was what he thought he had to do. He learned how to seduce and flirt in order to get information for the mafia. He did everything like it was a textbook list in order to seem more grown up and mature and fit into the mold.

It wasn’t about what or desire.

It was a necessity, a skill to use in order to pretend to be a man.

No, he was a man .

He had to be. Since he couldn’t be a child that was the only option.

Feeding her another one of his rehearsed lines, Dazai tried to brush off the accusation. “Well, I can be quite forceful…”

Asa only frowned though, her voice just as sharp as before. “You know that’s not what I mean. How am I wrong? I thought we were both the same age..”

Laughing back at her ridiculously naive statement, he shook his head. Just because they were both fifteen didn’t mean they had the same luxuries and freedoms. “We may be the same age but we are worlds apart, love.”

Asa raised an eye in reply. “How so?”

And at that, Dazai felt his eyes close in that same suffocating shame that he had felt back in the port mafia’s basement. She was so stupid, if only she knew the things he did tonight, if only she saw the way he utterly disregarded Odasaku’s plea for change.

Then she would know why he had to force this right now, why he had to hold onto the routine that he had always fallen back on. Because if he broke out of that now, the boy knew he would break down completely.

Because of that, Dazai decided to be cruel, to unveil his entire evil heart to her in hopes that it would finally get her to understand why he needed to keep that mask on. “Would a kid skin something alive tonight? Would they watch the life leave their eyes, break all their bones and dismember each of their limbs until they were hardly recognizable? I don’t think so.”

He could still feel it, the blood on his fingers, the screaming shouts of his victims to stop and the sound of them choking on their own death over and over again. Whatever imagine she had conjured up in her mind about him was not reality.

And for a moment, he watched that happen, Asa’s eyes widening in shock at his gruesome and horrifying explanation before Dazai forcibly let up on her wrists so that she could run away or slap him for the betrayal.

But even so, it seemed the girl was frozen to the spot, her body and arms unmoving as Dazai cruelly finished above her. “Perhaps you should think twice before you call the demon prodigy something so innocent like a child..”

It was just as Mori had said. Anyone would be foolish to correlate those words together about him. He didn’t deserve that kind of title. He never did.

Yet, that's when Asagao spoke, her voice small and curious. “Why can’t it be both?”

And for the first time at night, Dazai was clueless by her words, his head turning in pure intrigue. That’s not at all what he thought she’d say. “Huh?”

Pausing for a moment, Asagao then thought about her words before blinking her eyes in pure unruly innocence for the situation before her. “You say it like it can only be one or the other, but why can’t you be both the demon prodigy and a kid?”

At that, Dazai felt himself scoff in absurdity

Both? What an idiotic way of thinking. Someone couldn't be a devil and yet an angel, they couldn’t be black and then white. That was impossible. Didn’t she know that those two terms were polar opposites, like fire and water?

Shaking his head, Dazai then leaned back into her body, his fingers latching onto her cheeks in order to pull her closer with a glare. “Don’t be stupid. There is no way those two things can exist in the same universe. They contradict themselves, they are..”

Asagao only smiled though, her words far too honest for him to handle. “You. Both of them. I’ve seen it firsthand. Your goofy/teasing smirks, your carefully thought out scripts, the way your face lights up when you see a letter from my brother, the way you manipulate and take control of every single situation. They are a contradiction yet they are all you, Osamu, and I’ve never seen anything wrong with that.”

And that was something Asa believed wholeheartedly. She had read about this boy for years after all, she knew everything about him and now that she had actually spent time with him, Asagao knew that Dazai wasn’t a simple man.

Yes, he was cruel and controlling with little to no boundaries but there were moments, brief cracks in his exterior that showed another side to him, a softer one. And whether he realized it or not those tiny fractures had shown her glimpses of who he really was.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly with all the masks he wore but pretty quickly Asagao had realized that her claim about Dazai when they first met was no longer valid. She had read him wrong this entire time.

She called him open and real but that wasn’t true at all. No, from the three weeks they had spent together she had learned that the boy was fabrication, a professional shapeshifter in the most impressive form.

He could be so many things at the flip of a hat, going into so many roles that fit his desire. He could be a brutal port mafia executive, a cruel controlling conman and yet a gentle and sensual lover.

But none of those were actually the real Dazai Osamu, not really.

They were just fragments, pieces of him sure, but he had never allowed himself to paint an entire picture.

Perhaps he didn’t know how to, perhaps he had acted and pretended so much that he didn’t know his true self anymore.

But as selfish as it was, Asagao wanted to find him. She wanted to uncover the mystery that was Dazai Osamu and admire him for who he actually was.

Even if it turned out to be a sad, scared little boy that had built up walls to keep himself safe.

It didn’t matter, she would cherish him even so. She wanted to, simply because her big brother had done the same. Brother, did you know the real him? Did you figure out who he was underneath it all? I’ll never know, but if you did..I want the same..

Feeling his hold loosen on her jaw, Asa then continued her explanation, her gaze catching on the self made blanket roof above the two of them before softening. “Just because you grew up in the mafia doesn’t mean you still can’t be a kid. You can still allow that part of yourself to come out, you know. I mean, I get not wanting to show it at work cause you gotta put up a front but don’t think it’s all bad..”

She then turned back at him with admiration, recalling the goofy and child-ish reactions he had given her throughout these past few weeks.

And although she knew that wasn't completely genuine, she wanted him to know how much happiness the fragment had brought her. “Because when I get to see it, I love it every time...”

Dazai couldn’t believe what he was hearing though.

Love? She loved his pathetic weak side? She loved that he was a contradiction of fire and water? What was she saying, of course being a kid was bad. He couldn’t allow such a thing.

Seriously, why couldn’t she just be normal, why couldn’t she just hate him and be stupid like everyone else. Why did she have to read him to his very soul every single time? He hated it, he hated how he could never hide with her.

Of course there was something wrong with it. He was an amalgamation of broken parts, forced to be shoved together with the flimsiest glue in the universe.

But the way she was speaking, the way she looked at him with so much admiration and passion, he couldn’t help but feel his stomach twist and turn with mixed emotions.

Whatever he did, it really didn’t bother her, did it? He could really just murder, torture and explain the darkest parts of himself and still she wouldn’t ever bat a single eye. He knew she wouldn’t.

Now did that make her insane or just way to accepting? That was still up for debate.

But either way, Dazai felt his lips twist upwards into a disbelieving chuckle, his arms growing numb in order to turn and collapse next to the stupid girl with a sigh.

He gave up. Her thinking had stumped him again. “Idiot...you’re a real idiot, Asagao.”

She didn’t seem to mind though, the sound causing her to smile as well, in order for the tense atmosphere to disappear. “Believe it or not I’ve been told that before.”

Dazai only nodded though, not surprised at all. “Oh, I believe it.”

The air was quiet then, coating the two with silence only for Asa to speak first, happy to change the subject.“So, what else did you do tonight? You know, besides the torture.”

She said it so comfortably, like she was talking about the weather and Dazai wondered if she had seen and/or done the same kind of thing when she was a hellhound. That would explain her unbothered air to everything.

Pushing his bandaged arm up in the air, Dazai sighed. “Not much, had a boring talk with Mori and then played around with my dog a bit..”

At his sentence, Asagao felt herself perk up, her eyes practically giddy at the memory of the ginger haired boy that she had encountered just hours ago. “I met him tonight, your dog.”

Then all at once, Dazai felt his entire body turn on his side in disbelief. Hold on, did she just hear that right? She had met Chuuya?

Well, that was unexpected. “What, really?”

Nodding, he then saw as the girl beamed back, pointing an excited finger towards her nose with a goofy smile that filled up her entire face. “Yeah, it was great! He hit me in the face!”

Although that’s when she watched Dazai’s eyes lower into a more dangerous expression, as he felt his throat tick with anger. What did she mean he hit her in the face ?

Just what was that stupid dog doing? Hurting his precious little darling, that guy had a death wish for sure, and not the fun kind.

Reaching his hands up, the boy then placed them on either side of her cheeks before inspecting every inch of her skin. “He hit you..?”

Although that’s when Asa quickly perked up and finished the sentence. Ah, that sounded bad, didn’t it? Sorry, Chuuya. “Oh I mean, accidentally of course! And then he helped me stop my nosebleed.”

The explanation was better, but not by much, the boy softening just slightly when he realized that there were no marks on her face. Chuuya was lucky there wasn’t any too, or else he knew he’d have to have a word with him about it. A very violent word.

Allowing her skin freedom, Dazai’s hand then reeled back before shaking his head with a scoff, still not okay with how things played out. “That idiot, he never looks where he’s going..”

Asagao couldn’t disagree with that though, knowing that Chuuya was distracted when his hand accidentally connected with her face. It was both their faults really, but she was sure Dazai didn’t want to hear that.

So instead, the girl allowed another quiet to overtake them in order for her to recall the kind ginger haired boy that had taken care of her. He was so sweet, cleaning up that blood for her. She kinda wanted to meet him again, to talk to him some more like Dazai did all the time.

Taking in an anxious breath, Asa then began to play with the ends of her skirt in order to turn towards the bandaged boy with a hopeful whisper. “Hey Osu, do you think he’d wanna be friends with me?”

Dazai only twisted his lips in disgust for the idea though, his opinion very known. “Why would you ever want to be friends with that slug?”

Asa only shrugged her shoulders though, recalling the conversation the two had shared in the bathroom's waiting area. “I don’t know, I just figured that if he could handle you then maybe he could handle me.”

It was something that crossed her mind ever since Chuuya had mentioned Dazai’s name. And it was no secret that her and Osu’s mindsets were rather similar in style. Perhaps in some way, she hoped that she had finally found someone that wouldn’t run away for once.

Wishful thinking, she knew, but it was worth a shot to ask.

The mafioso only scoffed though, his feelings not mutual on the subject. “You don’t need to befriend that idiot. His stupid will rub off on you, and you already have enough of that as it is.”

And yes, a part of his answer was because Chuuya was in the mafia which meant another dangerous tie to Mori but that wasn’t completely the reason why Dazai had shut the idea down.

It was insecurity, it was anxiety that the ginger was a much better man than him, and if Asa knew that then she would abandon him for Chuuya without a second thought. Anyone with a brain would do that. He was normal, and Dazai was not.

Sighing heavily, Asa then frowned at the disapproval. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just know I’m a lot to handle and most people can’t really understand it. I just thought that maybe since he already knows what you’re like then there was a chance that..”

The rest of her sentence disappeared due to nerves, and yet her mind finished it even so. Maybe there was a chance I could finally have a friend, that someone could tolerate me enough to finally stick around.

Dazai’s lips couldn’t help but pout at that though, his fears of being abandoned and left behind showing in a jealous and bitter whine. “And what am I, Asa-chan? I understand your twisted little mind better than anyone, especially better than that stupid yapping dog. Trust me, you don’t need him.”

At that, Asagao felt herself smile under her breath. Did he really think she would forget about him? Osamu was and would always be the most important person to her. Even more than a friend, he was her lifeline.

Not wanting him to feel left out, Asa then turned on her side to meet him, her soft gentle gaze meeting his anxious one. “That’s true, you’re plenty enough for me.”

And with that, Dazai’s shoulders began to relax ever so slowly, his breathing retreating back to normal before looking up at the blanketed sky above them. This looked like a lot of work, it seemed to take hours at least.

He could even picture her drunken little stumbles as she carefully crafted each aspected of her little surprise. What a silly little thing she was, doing all of this. He didn’t deserve it.

Feeling his voice come out far more uncertain than he had planned, the bandaged boy whispered apprehensively. “Did you really put all of this together..?”

The rest of the phrase was lost in the air but it was obvious even so.

..for me?

Did she seriously put all of this planning and hard work together just for a pathetic little boy like him? He had never had that before, he had never been surprised with good intentions. He had never had anyone think about him or care about him in this kind of way.

Asa only nodded her head though, like the answer was obvious. “Of course, I wanted to make you happy, like you do for me. So, did it work? Are you happy? Did I make your home a little more fun?”

Happy?

What did that feel like, to be happy? And was that what he was feeling now? He wasn’t sure, but Dazai did feel a strange tumble inside his chest, the feeling so warm that it was almost too nauseating to process.

It was a foreign sensation, one that the boy couldn’t understand in the slightest. How was one supposed to react to that question? He didn’t know.

But what he did know was how utterly wrong she was with that little sentence of hers. She kept calling this place a home, and he knew that wasn’t accurate at all.

Forcing the warmth from his chest, Dazai then narrowed his eyes in order to focus on correcting her absurd sentence. “This place has never been my home. It’s just a building with rooms, that’s all.”

Asagao wasn’t surprised by that though. She had gotten that much from her very first inspection. A home wasn’t supposed to be that sad and lonely after all. That’s why she did all of this in the first place, so he would feel better about coming back here.

And because he had shown her a bit of vulnerability, she wanted to do the same, even if it was hard to talk about. “I get that. Oda’s place doesn’t really feel like home either. So I can understand how you feel, coming back to somewhere that doesn’t feel right, like you're a stranger in your own house..”

Someone else’s place, someone else’s bed, it never did feel right for her to be there, especially since she never knew the previous owner. Maybe if she knew Oda then the walls wouldn’t be as mocking but that wasn’t a luxury she was given.

Dazai remained silent at that, almost like he had wordlessly agreed with her as Asagao closed her eyes in simple thought. Tomorrow their little “freebie” would be done and they would go back to the strangers they were before.

And although it was far past what they had decided, Asagao didn’t want that.

She didn’t want them to go back to being strangers, not after she had gotten a taste of who he was. That lonely, sad and suffocating feeling, she never wanted to go back to that again now that she had found someone that had understood her.

Just a little bit more, that’s all she needed. That’s all she wanted from him. Perhaps it was impossible, but she would never know unless she tried.

And using her drunk confidence, the girl did just that. “Osamu..I..uhh..”

Stopping her failing tongue, Asagao then took a heavy breath before pouring out her feelings. “I know the specifics of our deal are already made and everything but these last two days have been really nice. I’ve never had this before, and I wanted to thank you for it. For giving me Bar Lupin, for showing me that photo, for bringing my brother back to life, and for allowing me to be myself without judgment. It means a lot to me..really..”

It was something she would never forget, the kindness he had shown her tonight. She somehow felt closer than she had ever been before to her big brother and it was all because of him.

Pausing for a moment, Asa then squeezed her eyes shut with anxiety before shoving the words out before she could change her mind. “And I just...I want you to know that if there is a day that you don’t want to come back here, then you can come to me..”

Oh god, she said it. She really said it. Hold on, that sounded creepy, didn’t it? She didn’t want him to think she was creepy. Quickly Asagao, explain yourself before he laughs at you.

Pushing her hands up, Asa then stuttered through her embarrassed pink cheeks, the room suddenly feeling way too warm “I-I don’t mean that in a weird way or anything. I know you’re still gonna come over for the letters but that doesn’t have to be the only reason we have to see each other if you want to. You could always just stay the night and leave right after or hang around the place, or even sit in complete silence if you just need to be near someone. I don’t mind, really.”

Finally taking a much needed breath, she then forced her mouth closed before a small smile crossed her lips. She did it, she had taken a step forward and pushed herself out of her comfort zone.

Speaking mostly to herself, the girl then finished wistfully imagining a perfect world where her dreams could be. “In fact, I’d actually really like it if you did that. Because then, maybe with you, that place could be home.”

And maybe it could, maybe with Osamu there, Oda’s apartment could feel like home, like she could belong there. She had seen small glimpses of it when he came over for her brother’s letters. Perhaps the house could be that lively all the time. She hoped it could.

A heavy silence then appeared between the two, causing Asagao’s head to turn towards Osu only for her eyes to widen at the sight before her.

Because for some reason, the scary port mafia executive, the demon prodigy, looked like the embodiment of a ghost, his skin sickly pale and unmoving as his eyes stared into what seemed like absolutely nothing at all. It was almost like the boy had ceased to function completely, his mind unable to process the offer that Asa had given him.

All at once, Asagao leaned forward in concern, her voice laced with anxiety and fear in order to try and snap him back out of whatever state she had put him in.

Oh no, what had she done? Did she offend him? “...Osamu?”

Yet, before she could process it, Dazai’s fingers had quickly found the edges of the blanket she was laying on and lifted them up in order for her entire body to flop around like fish as the boy beamed happily. “Alright, time for bed!”

Gasping out a squeak in surprise, she then felt her entire body start to get constricted by the blankets in order for Osu to comically roll her up until just her head and wiggling feet were showing. “Whaaa, wait Samu, what are you doing?!”

He only laughed though, picking up the poor wrapped girl before throwing her over his shoulder in order to move over to his bedroom with an over the top air. “I’m making an Asa-chan burrito so that way you can’t escape!”

Asagao then felt her entire body plop onto his bed in order for her to whine in disappointment. “But what about our sleepover? I worked so hard.”

Dazai only placed a finger to her nose though, stopping her self pity party with a teasing smirk. “But isn’t sleeping also a part of a sleepover?”

Nodding apprehensively, Asa frowned. “I guess..”

Reeling back in finality, the boy then clapped his hands goofily before already walking away, almost like he needed to leave this conversation sooner rather than later. “That settles it! Now come on, my drunk princess needs her beauty sleep or else she’s gonna regret it in the morning.”

But as she watched him go, Asa couldn’t help but call back in concern. “What about you, where are you going to sleep?”

She had taken up the entire bed after all, and Asagao didn’t want Dazai to have to sleep on the sofa or something uncomfortable like that. Hell, if she wasn’t tied up like the giant sushi then she would’ve offered to move.

Although that’s when Dazai paused, his overconfidence dropping for a millisecond in order to glance back at the girl with a more genuine, less happy smile. “Aww, don’t you worry, darling. I’m naturally beautiful. It would be impossible to lose my good looks.”

Then before she could argue, he was gone, leaving Asagao to slump against the pillows with a heavy sigh of defeat. He didn't answer her question, now and back under the fort. But what did that mean?

And why did he look so sad when he turned back to her?

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Carefully closing the door to his bedroom, Dazai waited until he heard the soft click of confirmation before his happy go lucky and cheery exterior dropped away into nothing, leaving only a placid and sunken expression.

He had run away.

One push from Asagao and he had retreated into himself so quickly, it was almost like second nature. Her request to get closer to him, to have him rely on her past their original agreement, just what was she thinking?

Of course, he wanted that.

He wanted to have somewhere he could call a home, he so desperately wanted something to stop the crippling loneliness that he felt whenever he returned back to these sad and hollow walls and floors. He wanted it so badly that it physically hurt him to even think about it.

To have a family, to have a friend, to have something to hold onto when life abused him and kicked him down over and over again. He so desperately wanted someone to hear his cries and reach out their hand so that he could collapse safely and never leave again.

But, Dazai knew that he couldn’t, because he had already done so before.

And it had ruined him.

He had let his walls down around Odasaku, and for a split second, the boy thought that he could have those things too, but then they were taken from him. Just like that, in a blink of an eye, they were gone, leaving him in the dark once more.

What was the point of it all, why did he even do that? Why did he try? It’s not like it mattered in the end, if anything it made everything worse. Because now that he had gotten a taste of companionship, it was like a drug, never leaving him alone.

And Asagao was the worst kind of drug of all.

One that he couldn’t allow himself to indulge in, to addict himself so heavily like before. No, he had learned his lesson, he wouldn’t get his hopes up and destroy himself a second time.

Because it never changed anything, and Dazai knew in his sick little twisted brain that the moment he crumbled and closed their distance, she would be taken away from him as well.

No, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t lose someone like that again.

That’s why it was better to never know what that warmth was, what that path felt like. Yes, it was better to never know then to find out and have it ripped away in the end.

Moving over to the large window by his living room, Dazai then leaned against the cool glass, allowing it to chill his entire soul.

It would be easier to just let her go completely, to cut ties with Oda’s sister before he was tempted with more.

But just the very thought caused his entire body to tense in response for even thinking about such a thing. No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let her go, not when she was close to his dear friend, not when she had brought him so many wonderful things.

Even Dazai knew he wasn't that kind. He was far too selfish to give her that kind of mercy, to completely lose her in his life.

And though it was dangerous, though he realized he was walking an extremely thin line over a cavern-like pit, he couldn’t help still balance on it.

Standing still from the distance they had but never taking a step forward, that was the fate the boy that resisted himself to, and he was determined to keep it.

It didn’t matter if that result left him alone, it didn’t matter if twisted his heart and shoved his invisible needs down, it didn’t matter if that result left him screaming in the dark like he had always been, this was the only path for him now.

And he would walk it, simply because he had to.

Taking out his phone from his pocket, Dazai then pushed a very familiar button before he heard the singular ring inside his ear.

And then, after two little sounds, Ango’s voice picked up, just as panicked and anxious as he expected it to be. “Dazai? What is it?”

The mafioso only hummed though, his fingers trailing the glass in front of him. “Oh nothing, I just thought you’d be interested to know that I found our little lost princess.”

Almost immediately, the voice jumped up, the tone growing louder. “Wait, you did? Where is she? Tell me the address and I’ll come over right now..”

Although that’s when Dazai cut him off completely, a suppressed laugh inside his throat. “Oh, that won’t be necessary. You see, Ango. I’ve taken quite a liking to her. I think I’m gonna keep her.”

And from the other side of the phone, Ango felt his face drop. No, this was the worst result he couldn’t ever have imagined. “K-Keep? Dazai, you know you can’t do that. It’s too dangerous. What if Mori..”

Yet that’s when Dazai responded, his voice serious. “He won’t.”

Catching the agent completely off guard, Ango couldn’t help but twist his eyes in confusion. Where was that cruel teasing air he had been using? It had disappeared completely. “What?”

The bandaged boy only narrowed his eyes though, clutching the phone between his fingers before allowing his voice to ring with soft honesty. “Mori won’t find out about her. Odasaku wouldn’t have wanted that, so he won’t.”

And for a moment, Ango felt himself freeze. Was he saying that he was going to protect Asagao, that he was going to keep her safe from Mori and the port mafia? No, it couldn’t be. Dazai wasn’t that kind of man, well at least that’s what he thought.

It was surprising to say the least, suggesting such an out of character thing for him. Was it because of Odasaku, was that why he was going out of his comfort zone? Ango wasn’t completely sure but from his tone of voice it didn't seem like he was lying.

But with Dazai, he could never really tell.

Because of that, the man was still apprehensive. This was such a precious thing they were talking about, this was their friend's dear little sister. He couldn’t let up on such a thing. “I don’t know, I just don’t think that she should..”

Yet that’s when the boy cut him off again, a sharp threatening edge to his voice. “Ango, if you continue then you’ll be my enemy. You know what that means, right?”

And for the first time since their conversation, Ango felt his eyes widen.

Because he knew exactly what that meant, he knew the death sentence that was implied by being labeled the misfortune of the enemy of port mafia executive Dazai Osamu.

But could it really be true? Dazai was threatening war with the government just to keep her? He wanted to risk that much? Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps Asa did mean more to the boy than just a simple plaything.

Could it really be, had the brutal mafia executive finally grown a heart?

He couldn’t really tell for sure but the lethal threat was enough to make Ango close his eyes in unsaid defeat. If Dazai was really that serious about defending her then he knew he couldn’t argue.

But that didn’t mean he was going to let up if that changed. “You better keep your word, Dazai. If anything happens to her, just know Odasaku would never forgive you, and neither will I…”

And just like that, the line went dead, causing Dazai to drop the phone to his side in silent confirmation.

Ango didn’t need to worry about that. He would protect her, from Mori, from the world, but mostly from the most dangerous threat of all.

Himself.

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(It's been a month since I've started this fic! Thank you so much for all your support and love on my first bsd story!)

I call this chapter "let Dazai be a kid" because in most fanfics I've read a lot of authors focus on either the "fifteen year old boy" aspect of Dazai or a "brutal executive" side of him and although none of them are wrong, in my mind I think he's really a mix of both. The line that Odasaku uses to describe him in the novels really inspired this chapter in order to show both sides of the complex boy. We see this in the expectations and the box that he tries to put himself into to seem more adult (the drinking, the pressure of seduction) but in reality it comes across from of a child playing dress up than the truth.

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