#mydisenchantedeulogy

[aceghosts]

Be Mine Forever

Summary: On Valentine's day, you reminisce about your former lover, Albert Wesker. A series of memories set through your time at S.T.A.R.S. Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death; Canon Typical Violence; Sexual Harassment (Very brief and the dude gets what's coming to him), Grief/Mourning, Boss/Employee Relationship, and Possessive Behavior. Let me know if I need to tag for anything else. Words: 3.8 k Author's Note: This is a gift for @mydisenchantedeulogy as part of @carlosoliveiraa's My Bloody Valentine's Day Gift Exchange! Amanda, thank you for letting me participate! Sugar, I really hope you like this! I had a lot of fun writing this.

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Snow crunches beneath your boots as you head home from your late shift at the police station. Your breath comes out in misty puffs in the cold February air, gloved hands shoved in your pockets. A gust of wind blows, shivering as it tosses your hair in your face. You brush your hair out of your face, lamps lighting your way home as you walk along the crowded city sidewalk. Passing by a local restaurant, you catch sight of happy couples through the window, enjoying romantic candle-lit dinners. Stepping out of the way of other strangers on the sidewalk, you stop, an overwhelming sadness encompasses you. Those couples look so happy, so in love, especially the pair closest to the window. He gazes into her eyes, full of adoration, holding her hands with no regard for others around them. That should have been you and him. You should have been gazing lovingly into his cold blue eyes, holding his hand as he talked. Just the two of you together. Why couldn’t this be you and him?

Because he had chosen another path, one where you could not follow him.

Letting out a mournful sigh, you begin your journey home once again. Valentine’s Day, a holiday you once merely tolerated, was now a day of pain. All because of Albert Wesker. You hear his voice in your head, shaking it off. It was no use thinking of him; Albert was dead, and even worse, he had betrayed S.T.A.R.S., you included. When you spoke with your former team members, you pretended to be angry, yet that anger came from a real place, a different place. They were angry because of his betrayal. You were angry that he chose death over you. He chose ambition and power games over you. Yet, your heart longs for him, wishing to feel the warm comfort of his arms around you once again. You couldn’t help but mourn the man you loved; mourn the future you envisioned with him.

“Why Albert? Why?” You ask quietly, knowing no one will answer you. As you walk, memories of your days with Albert and S.T.A.R.S. play out.

—

A position on the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team was something you dreamed of and fought like hell for. Irons thought you didn’t deserve to be on the team, but Enrico vouched for you, asserting that you were the right fit, that you could carry your weight. Wesker, your Captain at the time, accepted you as a member of the team reluctantly. He would later admit, when it was just you two in bed late at night, that letting you on the team was one of the best decisions that he ever made. He would pick you to be a part of the team, again and again. Unfortunately, not everyone felt the same way.

Paul was a pain in your ass from the moment you met him, a bully to everyone around him. He hated you the most, believing you stole his spot on the Alpha team.  Fortunately for you, he was terrified of Wesker, slinking away whenever he saw the Captain. Paul would also back off (albeit reluctantly) when Barry or Chris stepped in. As you hit the punching bag, alone in the station gym late at night, you hear a familiar annoying voice. “Hey!” You stop, turning to find Paul striding towards him. You give him your best glare, one that would frighten most. “What? A fellow officer can’t say hello?”

“What do you want?” You really wish Wesker was here. Or Chris. Or Barry. Hell, you would even settle for Brad, who was slightly intimidated by Paul.

He sneers, crowding into your space. You step back, knowing there is limited room between you and the bag. “You too good for the rest of us now, huh? Being part of S.T.A.R.S. has really gone to your head.”

You don’t think you’re too good for anyone. (Well, you might be better than a few people, Paul included.) “I am, or at least, I know I’m better than you, Paul. I earned my spot on the team.” You really shouldn’t push Paul’s buttons, but God, does it feel so good. 

“Fuck off,” He says, hands clenching into fists, “You probably had to sleep your way onto the team, huh? You sleep with Wesker to-.” Red colors your vision, anger flaring in your chest. Wesker might be a hardass, but you respect the hell out of him, and you won’t let anyone besmirch his name.

Without thinking, you throw a punch, catching Paul in the stomach. He coughs, doubling over with a wheeze of pain. As he stumbles back, he curses, “you fucking asshole, I’m going to-.”

“You are going to what?” A familiar, cold voice cuts in, and as you look over to your left, you find Wesker watching the both of you intently. His posture is a little tense, compared to the normally controlled discipline. You feel something radiating off him, something akin to a frosty rage.

Paul straightens up quickly, playing the victim. “Captain Wesker! I was just asking them what they were doing here, and they attacked me!”

Wesker smirks. “Is that what happened?” He asks, coming next to you, “From where I was standing, you were harassing one of my officers. What was it you said? That they had to sleep their way on the team?”

Color drains from Paul’s face.  “I-I wasn’t-.”

He holds his hand up, cutting Paul off with a sneer on his face. “I think it’s time I made something very clear: you never had a spot on the Alpha team. You were never considered for a number of reasons, and,” Wesker places a hand on your shoulder, “They have proven themself to be a true asset to the team. I am proud to serve as their captain. If you were on my team, I would quit.” Wesker’s hand leaves your shoulder as he steps closer to Paul. “Now, are you going to leave them alone? Or do you need more encouragement?”

Paul nods, swallowing fearfully as he backs away. “Yes, Captain,” He says, before turning tail and fleeing.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you say, “Thanks for helping. Paul’s been a pain in my ass since I started.”

Wesker nods. “Why did you punch him?” He asks, a note of genuine curiosity. You notice he is more relaxed now that Paul is gone.

Your cheeks heat up, feeling slightly embarrassed. “He insulted you by saying that you slept with me for my spot on the team.”

“Not for yourself?”

Shaking your head, you say, “I really like you as a Captain. I’ve learned a lot being a part of Alpha team, more than anywhere else. I respect you a lot.” It’s more than respect, but you aren’t about to admit that. You swear you catch a look of delight on his face as you pause for a second, before asking, “Did you really mean it when you said that I’m an asset to the team?”

Wesker nods. “I do,” He says, giving you an approving look, “You’ve proven yourself to be a fine officer. I had my doubts when Enrico suggested you, but you continue to surpass my expectations everyday.” His words surprise you, but delight you, especially the surpassing expectations part. Smirking, he adds with a rather teasing tone, “I look forward to you continuing to do so, but please don’t punch anyone else on my behalf.”

You nod, letting out a small laugh. No more punching anyone on Wesker’s behalf, but you’ll still defend his honor verbally. Never said anything about putting someone in their place with a well-timed tongue-lashing.

A few weeks later, Paul disappears. You hear something about him accepting a job at another police station, wishing his new coworkers the best.  

—

At S.T.A.R.S., you continue to make Wesker proud, determined to be the best you can be. You work harder than you ever have, putting in blood, sweat, and tears. Wesker demands so much more of the team and more. His training is rigorous, but you feel prepared for whatever may come your and Alpha Team’s way. And as much as you loathe to admit, a part of you yearns for praises from Wesker. When he tells you that you’ve done well with a slightly approving tone, a rush of pride overwhelms you, a faint heat on your cheeks. And you swear that you’ve caught him smirking at that once or twice, especially in after-hours training where he’ll lean down, speaking the words of praise into your ear. It always sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. And, it definitely doesn’t help with that tiny crush you have.

One night, late after the rest of your teammates have gone home, you return to the station to pick up the book you were reading, left in the top drawer of your desk. As you reach the door of the S.T.A.R.S. office, you find Wesker alone, his office door open. He looks frustrated as he stares down at the paperwork, sunglasses on his desk. His hand runs through his hair, a few platinum blond strands falling loose. Wesker sighs, and your heart twinges a little. You can’t do Wesker’s paperwork for him, but you want to help in whatever way you can. A thought pops into your mind, and you head to the staff break room, ready to put your plan into action.

“Wesker?” His head snaps up, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.   

“What brings you to the station this late at night?” Wesker asks, placing the pen down as his gaze lands on the cup of coffee in your hand. He snorts. “Surely, the station coffee can’t be that good…”

You shake your head. “I came back to pick up my book, but I saw you, and…” you trail off slightly, feeling slightly shy, “I thought you could use a cup of coffee.” You hold out the Styrofoam cup of coffee for Wesker to take.

Suspicious, Wesker looks between you and the cup in your hands, eyes narrowed as if you might have poisoned it. Eventually, he relents, taking the cup from your hand. His fingers briefly make contact with your fingers, sending a spark of pleasure through you. Taking a sip of the coffee, Wesker looks pleased, raising an eyebrow. “This does not taste like the normal sludge that comes from the break room.”

“I know where all the good creamers and coffee are hidden,” You say proudly, taking a seat at Wesker’s desk.  

Wesker smiles, taking another sip of coffee. “A hidden talent perhaps?’

“I have many hidden talents,” you flirt, a devilish smile on your lips, “Maybe, I’ll show you sometime.”

He smiles, a darkly hungry look in his eyes. “Perhaps, you will.”

That damn man. How unfair he make you feel this way. One of the loose blond strands of hair briefly falls in his face, and you’re struck with the need to push it back for him. Impulsively, you rise and lean over the desk, your hand reaching towards him. You gently push his hair back, your fingers grazing his skin softly. Wesker grabs your wrist tightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place. His lips are slightly parted, pupils wide. “I’m sorry,” You apologize, hoping you didn’t cross a line, “I wanted to help.”

Wesker releases your wrist, allowing you to draw your hand away, the ghost of his touch still haunting you. “Don’t apologize.” Sitting back down in your seat, you’re relieved to see that Wesker isn’t upset. Rather, he seems delighted by your touch. “I did not expect it, but,” he emphasizes that word, “That does not mean I did not like it.”

Your heart leaps at those words, butterflies in your stomach. “Good,” You say softly, before deciding to change the subject, “Do you need help with something else?”

“No,” He says, shaking his head, “I should be done soon, especially thanks to your coffee.” You straighten up with pride, always hungry for the tiniest bits of praise. “You should go home for the night.”

Heeding his advice, you get up from your chair. “Have a good night, Wesker.”

“You as well,” He replies, a teasing smirk on his face, “Sweet dreams.” What a cruel man. Like that isn’t going to haunt you for the rest of the night.

—

You sip your beer, watching Jill lineup her shot as you lean against the bar. Tonight, you’re at one of the local bars in Raccoon City with the Alpha and Bravo team, watching your teammates play Pool.  It’s not a bad way to spend a Friday night; you actually like the rest of your team and don’t mind spending a Friday night with them every once in a while. Even better, Wesker is here with the rest of you at the bar tonight, a rare occurrence.

Someone leans against the bar next to you. Looking over to your right, you realize it’s Wesker, beer in hand as he asks, “No interest in Pool?”

You shake your head. “I have fun playing Pool, but I thought I would sit this round out.” He nods, the silence settling around you two. You can’t help but wonder why Wesker is here. He always seems so busy, like he’s got something that he is hiding from the rest of you.

“You seem like you have something to ask,” He says, taking a sip of his beer.

Letting curiosity get the best of you, you ask, “Why are you here? You don’t normally join us,” before adding quickly a moment later, “not that anyone is complaining.” Well, that’s a lie. A few people did complain, namely that they would have to be on better behavior since Wesker was there. You definitely weren’t complaining; you were very happy to see him.

“I wanted to be here.”

Tilting your head, you wonder why Wesker would want to be here. No offense, but the cheap dive bar that Alpha and Bravo teams hung out at never seemed like his type of place. Wesker always stood out, like this was all beneath him. “Really?”

He nods. “Are you surprised?”

You shrug. “Kinda. I thought you might have something else to do. Or maybe, someone waiting for you at home.”

“There is no one waiting for me at home,” he slides closer, your breath catching in your throat, “And you? Is there someone waiting for you?” 

Shaking your head, you reply, “No, I’m single.” Since you met Wesker, most potential partners hadn’t measured up to him. Maybe it’s the beer or maybe it’s being so close to him, you decide to take a chance. “But there is someone that I’m interested in.”

“Do tell.”

You swallow nervously, your heart pounding. “Well, he works at RCPD with us.”

Wesker groans. “Please tell me it isn’t Redfield.”

“It’s not.” Chris was a good friend, nothing more. “He is a member of S.T.A.R.S.,” Wesker raises an eyebrow, “Everyone thinks he standoffish, but I think they’re wrong. He expects the best and settles for nothing less. I find that very attractive in a man.” He takes another sip of his beer, but you get the feeling that Wesker has already caught on, with that knowing twinkle in his blue eyes. “But I can’t ask him out.”

“Why would that be?”

“I don’t know if he would say yes,” You admit honestly, finding Wesker difficult to read at times, “And he’s my boss.”

 “Would you like to get out of here with me? Perhaps dinner?” He asks, placing his beer on the bar as you watch him with eyes wide. Was he really-?

“Yes,” you nod your head, excitement rising in your chest, “Yes, I would love to.”

“Good. I’ll leave first. Leave fifteen minutes after I do; I will be waiting for you outside.”

You watch him leave, on cloud nine. Holy shit, this was happening; this was really happening.

—

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart cracking into pieces. Albert, your Albert, was a plant for Umbrella. Or he used to be one. Apparently, Albert was moving on to bigger and better things. But he only had one problem: S.T.A.R.S. He lured you and the rest of S.T.A.R.S. to Arklay, to die here, your fates unknown to the rest of the world. You tremble, taking shaky breaths as you blink back tears. Was your whole relationship a lie? A helpful cover to make Albert seem normal? “Albert…” His name slips from your lips.

Albert focuses on you, a sneer on his face. “Sorry, you had to be here for this, Dearheart. Perhaps, things would have been different for us in another life.”

Bullshit. The way he says it so flippantly makes you angry, red coloring your vision. “Fuck you,” You snarl, “You can make things different now. You don’t have to do this!”

“I don’t want to, Dearheart. It was always going to happen this way.” You wince, the words cutting deeply. Behind Albert, the glass splinters, the giant tyrant behind him awake. With a swift swipe, its long claws bury themselves directly into Albert’s chest. He gasps in pain, his eyes still on you. You see the fear in his eyes, and maybe due to a little wishful thinking, you see something like regret. Albert coughs up blood, dribbling down his chin onto his shirt. His hand twitches, slightly in your direction. That thing simply tosses him aside like a piece of garbage.

“ALBERT!” You scream, a painful howl of grief and anger. You step towards him, attempting to run for him. Despite everything he had done, he was your Albert, and you still loved him.

Jill grabs your shoulders roughly, holding you back from Albert. You try to scramble from her grip, but she holds tight as you scream. “Don’t! He’s dead!” She says, her fingers digging in as she tries to pull you back. Logically, you know Jill is right, but your heart desperately wants you to go to him, to run towards him. Maybe, Albert really isn’t dead. Maybe, you still have a chance to save him. “Barry, get them out of here.”

Barry nods, pulling you away from Jill. “Come on, we need to get out of here.” He looks over to Jill, who is only focused on the tyrant, her face determined.

“I’ll take care of this guy and meet you upstairs.”

He guides you away from Jill and the tyrant, back towards the door. “Be safe, Jill.” Your eyes are still on Albert, lifeless and motionless in a puddle of blood on the floor. His eyes are hollow, devoid of the intense storm of emotion you saw in his eyes. Why? Why did he have to do this? To leave you alone?

As Barry pulls you out of the lab, all you can think is: Is there some way you could have changed this?

—

Opening the door to your apartment, you let out a relieved sigh, stepping into the darkness. Flicking on the hallway light, you close the door behind you, dropping your keys into the bowl. You hang up your coat and scarf before eventually discarding your gloves on the table beside the bowls for your keys. Heading towards your kitchen, you glance over towards your living room. Stopping dead in your tracks, shock washes over you as your heart pounds loudly in your ears. That-that couldn’t be….

“Hello Dearheart,” Your former boss and lover says, sitting in your oversized armchair. He stands, shrouded in the dark of your apartment.

“This-This isn’t real…,” You try to rationalize it, tears welling in your eyes, “We watched you die. I watched you die.”

“I’m very real, Dearheart. Would you like to see for yourself?” He holds out his gloved hand for you to take.

You approach him cautiously, fearful that this might be your lonely heart playing a trick on you. Yet, this vision looks so much like your Albert. Sounds so much like him. You place your hand in his, allowing Albert to draw you close. He feels real as his other arm wraps around your waist, a familiar smirk on his face. He feels so much like your Albert. “Albert, is that-is that you?”

“Yes, I promise I am myself, Dearheart,” He replies, releasing your hand. His hand comes up to your face, gently wiping away tears that you didn’t know were falling. If this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up, even if he was a goddamn asshole who betrayed you. You want to stay here with Albert forever. Yet, something about him still feels off, not quite right. You need to see his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. Your hands reach up, gently taking his sunglasses off. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare into his eyes, once blue, now a molten gold against a burning red. His eyes are feline-like, reminding you of a panther. They’re so inhuman, yet something about them is divine. “Scared, Dearheart?”

“No.” You shake your head. You should be, but you aren’t. Albert is back, and you don’t care if some things about him are different. And you like the way he looks at you, utterly possessive, utterly adoring. “Is this why you’re still alive?”

He nods. “One of the few to survive the process.”

Another thought comes to you. Why come back? He was content to let you think he was dead for so long. Why come back to you now? “Why come back for me, Albert? I thought I didn’t matter to you.”

“I believed I did not need you, Dearheart, but I was wrong. I want you; I need you.” The words roll off his tongue naturally, sounding so believable. You so desperately want to believe him, to believe that he came back for you. “You belong to me, Dearheart. I always come back for what belongs to me.”

“Is that your way of asking me to come with you? To leave everything behind?”

He nods. “Come with me. Be mine forever.”

“Yes.” You don’t need to think about it; you want Albert-you always have. You drop his glasses, taking his face into your hands as you kiss him roughly. With both of his hands on your waist, he pulls you against him, eagerly returning the kiss. Albert is overwhelming, your head dizzy and your legs slightly weak. He bites your bottom lip, your mouth opens for him. You missed this; you missed him so much.

You whine as he pulls away, desperate and in need of him. “We will have time for that later, Dearheart, but we need to leave. Now.”

And you don’t look back, allowing Albert Wesker to whisk you away to a new life.  

[mishwanders]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love

Tagged by @the-resident-vampire 💕

You people only expect me to choose 5??? There’s so many I’m so dang proud of! Practically all of my disability fics are my favorites, but here’s a handful.

The Devil’s Teeth is my biggest work that I’ve completed and I put so much of my own heart put into it. Much of the way that the MC’s deals with their condition is very much tied to my own journey with disability, so it means a lot to me to have been able to write it and have so many people fall in love with it too. Albert Wesker really took me by the neck and said WRITE! (Mature and heavy topics, with explicit NSFW sprinkled in it, Mdni).

The Chain (and others) With A Disabled Traveling Companion which is a list of headcanons I wrote for Linked Universe while having a bad pain day and needed a lot of comfort and it makes me happy to see all the people in my notes who also feel comfort from it (Sfe).

Honey Whiskey which is a oneshot with Astarion feeding off the Tav/Readers wrist and getting a comforting hug. (Sfe)

Killshot which is a Chris Redfield x chronic pain reader x Leon Kennedy smut one shot I did which was based off of a previous oc thing I wrote before. (Mdni)

I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire which is a Wesker x cane user reader smut one shot that I also based off of a previous oc writing I’d done before. (Mdni)

Tagging (but no pressure!): @mydisenchantedeulogy @the-cucco-nuggie @thebisexualmandalorian @skyward-shade @thedomesticanthropologist

[alastorscreamlover]

Copper And Sugar Coated Tunes

AeliaXAlastor Platonic/semi-romantic OC storty TW: Mentions of blood Summary: Head over heels for Alastor who seems to be dancing on the line of romantic and platonic, after being aromantic for many years there's always a possibility romance will arise. After all Aromantic and Asexuality are a spectrum. For now he's happy with his toy.

For: @mydisenchantedeulogy

Cannibal town was always a hoot, it’s been a great home to Alastor for many a year and found it in a strange way comforting. Though it was not where he resided on purpose, when those days hit where he had too much gossip in his bones he would go out of his way to find Rosie and spill anything he had. Within reason. After all, everyone had their secrets, and his most unkempt secret was Aelia, a rather sweet tart of a demon who’d been floating like a bee around the radio demon for some time now. No one could fathom why, but no one would question it since the red demon himself had a rather large cast of unseemly characters these days. Her on the other hand he kept at arms distance rather than a good five meters away.

Rosie especially kept an eye on this, after all even an ace in the hole like Al still deserved to find companionship in all its shapes and sizes. Not that he made it very clear what she was to him. One moment it could be a silly friendship, the next possibly romantic and just at the tail end she could be a victim for the taking. Every so often Rosie swore she could see a chain on her neck but just as she saw it it faded. Like a red string of fate that southerners would speak of.

It seemed now that the red string had brought them arm in arm to the town square for a feast. A celebration of new friends, from Charlie to yourself it was all to be celebrated. Alastor hadn’t come with Charlie this time, instead the demon was arm in arm with the swan demon, their horns gleaming in the glow of the lights swinging just above. “Alastor! My sweet swan!” Rosie called cupping Aelia’s cheek and gingerly reaching for Alastor’s hand, “A pleasure to see you two arrive! Charlie and Vaggie have been setting up for a bit but I’ve been waiting for the two of you for the music!” She grinned, sharp teeth gleaming. 

Aelia smiled softly at the woman leaning into Alastor gently, the limit of proximity boundaries not often tested and gingerly accepted on the demon's part this once. He didn’t go rigid but a hum escaped him, dusted with radio static. “A pleasure Rosie! I will gladly get it set up as long as you don’t mind my music!” He explained with a slight boy, releasing Aelia from his arm he pat her atop the head, “Why don’t you go find my radios dear and I’ll set us up a table!” His ever present static dissipated and he swept off with Rosie to get the final preparations done for their table. 

The young avian demon let out a small sigh, she had been hoping for a little more time but as the older radios and gramophones showed up in green smoke, beautiful magic as always. Flapping her wings once in preparation she flowed gracefully to them, prepping them to the same station or moving the needle to the right starting point. Wings causing a pleasant breeze to mix the blood of the food and sweets that were brought by others. Copper and sweet confectioners sugar. When the final one was set correctly the music began. Upbeat jazz music began to coax the crowd from their bloody feasts, bringing them closer to the gazebo as they began to pair up.

Most of those in Cannibal town had come together not just because they are human eaters, like minded in that sense, but because they also died around the same time. Even Alastor could be counted amongst them. The only reason Vaggie fit in there was because Charlie was the princess of hell and they had to welcome her in with open arms now, Aelia on the other hand didn’t have a chance. Floating back to the cobblestone, a shadow appeared beside her, forming quickly into Alastor as he extended a hand to her, “Care for a dance?” He asked, his big grin pouring into the avian demon. 

Surprise coated her expression before the small hearts began to form in her pupils. “I-I’m not really… versed in dancing.” She admitted almost avoiding his hand at first but as he didn’t remove it from the offer. 

“I’ll teach you then!” Without missing a beat he snatched her wrist and pulled her between a few other couples. Though it was a ‘leave room for Jesus’ type dance it was still closer than they often were. Almost toe to toe, sometimes even bumping shoes as he sent her through the movements. Like a rag doll she followed until it was more like a puppeteer. 

“My deer I-” He lit up for a second before she could get another word out, his eyes narrowing slightly in a teasing way, the previous hears in her eyes being accentuated by her blush. Oftentimes when she wasn’t thinking it might slip, her adoration for him was no secret and he’d take advantage of it whenever he saw the opportunity. 

“Hush you’ll do fine,” He whispered, bringing his head down slightly so his mouth was near her ear, quoting the song in a slightly sing-song way. 

‘I wanna be loved by you and you alone.’ 

His voice low, backed by a subtle amount of static so no one else could hear, causing the hearts to grow in her eyes as she tried to imagine he was just singing along. He was the type to tease and test, so who knew if he meant it just to her as he led her around the open dance floor whispering the lyrics in her ears. His heart thumped to the rhythm of the music while hers took up the tempo of jazz. Every so often Al would check in with her, dipping her down or gently twirling her to ask a question while Rosie giggled and pointed them out. An ever supportive friend. 

 Maybe he was taking notes from Angel to tease the blush out of her, watch what would make her squirm. Regardless of his angle, manipulation or not, it was polite and respectful at face value. Something Aelia couldn’t and didn’t want to see past, she wanted to look into those deep crimson eyes and see love reflected in them, not hunger or manipulation so that’s what she saw. Gently spinning her he brought her across the dance floor to their table.

Delicately decorated in reds and whites, strawberry cakes, tarts, and gently blood garnished dishes. Though Cannibal town had it’s downs ever since Alastor came back they’d had a newfound appreciation for aesthetics in their food and he’d made sure to make Aelia’s look extra appealing, jambalaya for the two of them no doubt but it was decorated in such a soft way you could be fooled into thinking Rosie did it herself. If it weren’t for the small garnish of fake radio static on each plate which Alastor put on each of his dishes then it would have been a lie.

A smile tugged at Aelia’s lips and Alastor brightened, there it was, the smile he’d fought for, the one he’d been after, a hard one chased. His static paused and he reached out pinching her cheek, “There it is. The little swans smile.” He teased almost proudly before pulling out her chair, gesturing for her to take a seat. 

It took her a moment to process, first the pinch, her hand delicately touched where Al had pinched, a softer more embarrassed smile taking the smile of awe. “Little swan hm?” She finally managed as she sat on the lawn chair gently scooting in. 

“I have to admit Rosie was right on the money when she called you that.” There was much more behind that but currently he was much too excited for food. Though he didn’t often express it, or even give into his cannibal tendencies this was one time he’d agreed to be human. For Charlie, for Rosie, for Aelia. 

Her heart picked up a beat, the nickname sticking was a twist, especially if Alastor was going to hold on to it, “Thank you.” Her shell was slowly being cracked open, a sweet side coming through, fighting to show it to Alastor but also keep it hidden from the world they both lived in.

Taking a small bite of his food he chewed carefully before reaching a hand out to her, his claws skimming the skin to not hurt her. “Thank you for coming dear, I would have hated to come unaccompanied to such an event! You fill a void with a bright presence!” Was he just listening to himself talk? “You’ll have to keep accompanying me though now, I’m not one to jump from person to person!” No, that had to be him setting up something. Aelia giggled, lifting her own fingers and wrapping them in his. Her free hand lifted the bloody wine to her lips, letting the crimson stain the corners of her mouth as she paused. “Let’s make it a deal.” He offered as he rubbed the tip of his finger on her hand. 

Her heart leapt and she almost choked on the wine. “Alright I’ll make a deal on it, I’ll attend with you, just as long as we can have a good time.” She offered, her words almost fumbling over each other. Small sparks of green magic left his fingers but there was no chain, no offering of souls, instead the smile he had met his eyes for the first time in a long time, “Then my little swan, it’s a deal~.” 

[quinloki]

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Tagged by @mydisenchantedeulogy <3

Last song: Short Skirt / Long Jacket by CAKE - one of the songs on my Marco playlist since I'm writing right now.

Favorite Color: If I had to pick one it'd be purple, but I like blue and silver too.

Currently Watching: aside from One Piece, not much else really.

Last Movie: The Dungeons and Dragons movie if I remember right.

Currently Reading: Various smut from a lot of really good writers. out of pocket recommendations include @swampstew (KillerCook series has taken me out, but I love it all.) @some-piece (Bas always delivers, but the Confession series lately has just been PERFECT) @zoros-sheath (Magnets Monday is on point, but everything is amazing!) @heyitsdoe (I've loved everything I've read!) @sanjis-all-blue (Always good for getting your blood going) @vizkopa (Inspired me from Wattpad, gods alive it's all great.) @childofblackmaria (there's a "just read it all" vibe going on here, but I'm serious) - Mydisenchantedeulogy - who tagged me for this - is also some good reads too. She got me reading from fandoms I don't even watch.

Sweet crickets I forgot about @thus-spoke-lo \o/ (I mean, I can't include EVERYONE) but me and Lo' vibe very similarly on some head canons, and have a shared enjoyment of Doffy >.> So yes.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I cannot pick, you can't make me, I love it all.

Relationship Status: Married to my favorite human \o/

Current Obsession(s): One Piece, writing one piece fan fiction - Stardew Valley, Vampire Survivors, D&D

Last Thing I Googled: F to C conversions cause my discord servers span the globe.

Currently Working On: Birds of a Feather, actively, but I have at least 13 open titles I'm working on.

Tagging: Well, I tagged a bunch of people before now, so I'll leave it at that. If you want to join in, don't stand on ceremony, hop on in and tag me so I can see what you wrote \o/ Or ignore it 💖I ain'tcha ya mama.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Wicked Games

A Dark Fairy Tale Collaboration Event

Welcome to my event. I decided to host this collaboration because who doesn't love dark fairy tales featuring our favorite characters? It's angsty, dark, and sexy. 

Now this event is special because it centers on anime and video games in general; there is no specified fandom. Writers or artists who enjoy canon x canon, self-ships, or original characters in their stories/pieces can participate and spread their passion.

The Fairy Tale List: (if there is one you want to add please let me know).

Cinderella

Hansel and Gretel

The Little Mermaid

Little Red Riding Hood

Beauty and the Beast

Sleeping Beauty

Snow White

Rapunzel

The Snow Queen

Bluebeard

The Frog Prince

Pinocchio

Rumplestiltskin

Alice in Wonderland

The Goose Girl

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

The Rules:

Must be 18+ to enter.

The piece or story can be centered around any anime or video game character as long as it incorporates one of the fairy tales listed above. (Check out the Fairy Tale List). They don't have to 100% follow the chosen fairy tale; you can throw in your own unique spin.

You can write or draw: dark content, NSFW, crossovers, reader inserts, original characters, self-ships, canon x canon, SFW, etc.

(Everything has to be tagged appropriately).

There is a 500-word minimum.

Participants have to send me a message or comment on this post with the character they want to draw or write for and which of the fairy tales they have chosen to center the piece or fic around. 

You can submit more than 1 story or art piece.

The deadline is February 29th. Participants can submit their work a day late, but no later, because I will be putting up the Masterlist soon after the deadline. However, if you need more time please let me know.

DM the link to the piece once you have it written, so I can add it to the Masterlist.

Use the hashtag: #Disenchanted’sfairytaleevent, or #Wickedgamesevent

If there are any questions, please let me know.

Entries: (I'll fix the order of these once I get more).

Beauty and the Beast

Vaas Montenegro x Female Reader by @mydisenchantedeulogy

Reblog and share, please.

[midori-laboratories]

As we already know, I absolutely adore your work with Marigold and Wesker! Could we get some fluff of them just having a moment/break from all of the intensity in their lives?

Remember to take care of yourself!💕

Here we go!

Fluff, SFW, a night in with dinner and a movie.

I kind of assume readers have seen the Godfather part 1, but it's not critical. There's a part two coming up in a day or so that's more angst. Enjoy!

@whateverthefuckyouwantiguess, @mydisenchantedeulogy, @momma-vi, @shions-new-blog-of-stuff, @lottathoughts, @organs-fanfics

Downtime

December 9, 1998: An undisclosed location in the northeastern United States

Marigold passed a dubious look over the spread on the coffee table. “I don’t know what this is.”

Wesker ran a finger along the row of VHS tapes that has collected on the bookshelf. Someone in the facility had put out a poll of the “best movies of the 80s and 90s” and acquired the results, very likely on behalf of the woman standing behind him. Marigold had been going through them with the intensity of an Umbrella intern trying to hit a deadline as a means of filling in the blanks of her time out of the world since “disappearing” back in 1981.

There were a fair number of terrible action films from the eighties, some passable science fiction- he’d seen her watching Gattaca a week ago. Ada Wong had apparently shown up in the breakroom with upscale fashion catalogs and copies of Se7en and The Fifth Element the day after Marigold had met with the member of the HCF board. Three days later, several packages of clothing had appeared at the front desk, with a post/it inscribed in block letters: ‘WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!’

On reflection, the two women were alike enough to either hate each other on sight, or take up a sort of quiet liaison. Given how carefully Marigold was staying out of Ms. Wong’s space while in her company, combined with the easy camaraderie and Ms. Ashford’s known preferences, it was something to watch. But also something to let lie until something actually developed there.

Absently, he responded without turning around. “It’s sushi. There’s a restaurant in the next town over that sometimes does catering.” He smirked a little. He had no idea if Marigold knew how to use chopsticks, but it could go either way. Either way, it would be amusing.

There were several horror films in the stack, which Marigold had made a beeline for initially. “It’s not about the bad dialogue,” she’d explained when he’d held up the third installment of the Body Snatchers series. The ones that get popular tend to be the ones that strike something that gets under the audience’s skin.”

Someone had ignored the parameters of the poll and tossed in the Godfather trilogy. Curious, he tipped the case for the first film out of the shelf and held it up. “It’s it not your timeline, but it’s considered a classic now. Have you seen it?”

Marigold stepped up by his shoulder to peer at the case. After a long moment, she said, “I could watch it again.” Her brows furrowed together. “I liked it a lot at the time. I put off seeing the sequel for some time, though. Not sure why.”

“I haven’t seen it in a while. I wasn’t sure if you knew how to use chopsticks. That didn’t start to become popular until about ten years ago,” he nodded back at the food. Marigold had changed into a black shift dress with long sleeves, falling back into presumably old habits of hiding the lines of her body under the formless draped fabric. Despite the highly physical nature of their relationship, the old customs of holding the world at a distance in deference to her mutation still held. They would work on that. She pinked slightly under his assessing gaze, but held firm.

Pushing through, she grimaced at his comment. “I’ve tried once or twice. It was…interesting.”

“It’s a three-hour film, and the food’s not about to get cold.”

Wesker had taken to removing his glasses while in her living quarters, and she could see the dark lines beginning to form under his eyes. Something was interfering with his ability to sleep again. She could hear his heart speed up as the tension of the hospital scene began to draw tight, though he remained otherwise composed. The body reacts, she thought to herself. Even if the mind shuts something out - grief, fear, trauma - the body remembers.

The film had reached the scene where Sonny Corleone was assassinated in broad daylight. Marigold blinked in sudden clarity- that was what this movie bothered her so much, now. When she had first seen the film, she had likened Vito to her belated father, and Barzini to Spencer. Later she would amend that assessment to Spencer being more of a Hyman Roth - a man scheming for ages to take full power under the guise of a concerned mentor. Years after seeing the film, she had taken their bait and rushed into Arklay, only to be taken out like Sonny. Worse still, her younger brother, Alexander, was no Michael Corleone - and he’d likely gone down (not dead) like Fredo, if anything. He'd already begun to feel the fire of Alexia’s resentment back in 1981, and without the moderating influence her presence might have brought -

She broke through her own thought. “I was supposed to retire after that bloody visit.”

Wesker looked at her sidelong, without turning his head. He’d been mindful to dissociate his presence from the incident as best he could these past few months, but he’d still been the face of it. “How would you have done it?”

She shrugged. On the screen, Vito Corleone was learning about the death of his eldest child. What would have happened had her own father lived? “There was always a strong chance I would have developed post-polio syndrome within the next few years, had I never gone on that trip. I had it when I was young. Frankly, it would have been an easy story to sell. The intermittent invalid story worked for a long time. People wanted to believe that I just lived a little harder because I’d likely die sooner.”

Wesker looked at her as she bent across to try for another piece of sushi. There was a nice mildness to the flavor that allowed for complexity. The unagi - it tasted a little like eel - was particularly good, and she said so. Wesker smirked. “That is eel. Different language. They probably ordered it frozen.”

She looked around the platter and eyed the sashimi. “Is this all raw?”

“It’s supposed to be fresh.”

”Not my question.”

“It’s supposed to be a delicacy…ah.” He’d initially interpreted her question as revulsion. The way she had darted forward with her chopsticks said otherwise. The thin filets were trickier to manage than the cylindrical sushi rolls, and after a moment, he plucked a piece out for himself, letting her see how it was done.

She finally managed a piece of salmon and chewed, thoughtful. “It doesn’t taste raw. Fermented, maybe? It’s a lighter taste than some of the gravlax from back home.” Off Wesker’s look, she said, “Americans have shockingly weak stomachs when it comes to seafood. It’s quite funny.” She plucked up a piece of salmon this time. “And I’m hungry.”

Wesker seemed torn between pursuing the line of questioning or allowing the flow of the conversation to take its own course. Marigold watched as he settled on a third option. “I’m sure your stomach is strong enough to handle that then,” he drawled, indicating a green dollop of…something…next to the delicate pink slices of ginger.

“That looks like a condiment.”

“Are you certain of that?” He plucked the entire thing up with his chopsticks and deposited it on the smaller sushi roll left available.

“Oh, now it doesn’t look like lies and trickery, surely,” Marigold responded with heavy sarcasm. She bit her lip. “This better be a poison-free bite,” she said, almost as an afterthought, as she reached down to take the piece he had tacitly dared her to eat, and began to chew. She swallowed, then made a face at him. “That was a lot of buildup for horseradish.”

“That was wasabi. It’s not the same.”

“It’s horseradish. Is this one of those things where people assume we have no tolerance for spicy food? I do not, in fact, have that problem.”

Wesker looked prepared to argue the point, then paused. “It’s strange that you felt you needed to qualify that it not be poisoned.”

Marigold shrugged, tucking her legs under her to curl up comfortably on the couch. “It’s not, really. I know this company I’ve kept well enough to assume it’s coming. There were a few people in and adjacent the company who were rather prolific with it. Confounding them was a bit of a hobby after a while. I don’t know if that ever changed.”

If we’re thinking of the same person, then no- I imagine not.”

Marigold wrinkled her nose at the thought while Wesker used the distraction to tug her over towards him. She tensed, then allowed herself to mold against his side. Wesker traced light fingers along the curve of her waist before pressing firm, holding her in place. “I can practically hear the gears turning him your head,” he murmured into her hair. “There’s at least another hour left of the film. No interrogation. No tricks. Can you trust that?” His fingers kept up their ministrations at her side with alternating pressure, kneading, stroking, teasing. The other kept a firm grip on her knee. The juxtaposition of the extremely normal evening and the slow intimacy of…whatever this was…wasn’t as jarring as she might have thought.

On the screen, Kay Adams was slowly giving ground to the Corleone heir’s cold overtures. On the couch, Marigold glanced up at Wesker through her lashes, slowly, allowing herself to finally relax into him. She could feel him beginning to relax in turn, like he has been waiting to see if she could take the small step toward him.

An hour of normal, simple intimacy. Surely she could allow that much, for herself.

[cowthropologist]

I've been tagged by @mydisenchantedeulogy to share whatever's in my WIP folder.

The rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

My caveat: I'm currently in the psych ward and don't have access to my WIP folder, so instead I'm just going to tell you about the fics I'm currently planning or drafting in my journal and you can ask me about them if you like.

My WIPs:

Round Three

Rosie

Rookie (Part 2)

Ope, they're all R titles haha. R for Resident Evil I guess.

I tag @mihrsuri @tenleaguesbeneath and anyone else who wants to participate. Make sure to tag me if you decide to play!

[emjiroki]

May I join your Thicker Than Water collaboration? I'd like to write an NSFW Zenitsu one-shot. And I'll be posting it on my side blog @mydisenchantedeulogy if you accept. 😊

Of course! I love it! I'm so excited 😍 I'll add you right now!

[lo1k-diamonds]

WIP Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. 

I was tagged by @mydisenchantedeulogy, thank you!

PS.: I don't consider outlined stories WIP if I have never written the actual story, so this list will be short 😅

Kink

Isekai Game

Far Cry

5 Soulmate AU JJK

Unique | KNJ

I'll tag @taexual, @explicit-tae, @dollfaceksj, @sparklingchim and @cr-komi cause I just read y'all's work and want to know what you're working on 👀

[mishwanders]

OCs/Ships as Tarot Card Parings

I saw this uquiz and couldn’t not do it for the two ships that keep steering my brain atm.

Estella (OC) and Thomas Shelby

The Tower + The Lovers

Meeting this person shook your whole world, crumbling down everything you thought you knew about life and love. Their warmth, their generosity, their their naivety, their knowing! You don’t know how anything made sense before them. All you know is nothing will make sense afterwards.

Moonlight (OC) and Fierce Deity

The Devil + The Emperor

There’s only one religion for the two of you, and that is the religion of each other. You two are nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that’s just how you like it. When they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. Your heart beats for one another. When the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. Until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise.

Tagging because I want to see y’all’s ships but also, anyone can join! @the-resident-vampire @mydisenchantedeulogy @midori-laboratories @shions-new-blog-of-stuff @angry-trashcan @winksasleeplesseye @thebisexualmandalorian @chocobothis

[tokyomanjihoe]

Congratulations on reaching 800 followers, hun. I was wondering if I could join your omegaverse collaboration? I'd like to write a NSFW piece for Alpha! Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs with an Omega! Reader. I'll be posting the piece on my writing blog @mydisenchantedeulogy

thank you!!! and of course you can, i’ll add you to the mlist right away!

[cyancherub]

wheel of misfortune

A KINKTOBER 2021 HORROR + DC + NSFW COLLAB.

31 days, 100+ characters, 100+ kinks, 300+ horror prompts, and a “wheel of misfortune” (...more like a random number generator with a mind of its own). which wretched combination will choose you? spin the wheel and find out!

VIEW THE LISTS:

CHARACTER LIST

HORROR PROMPT LIST

KINK/SPICY PROMPT LIST

RULES + GUIDELINES

you must be 18+ with an age in your bio. if you are a minor, click off this post.

no word min/max - drabbles, hcs, full fics, etc. welcome

dark content welcome, but no pedophilia - all characters portrayed must be 18+

no horror prompt or character repeats (unless you’re writing a threesome/orgy with the taken character) - but kink repeats are fine!

^update: character duplicates are now ok, but please give untaken characters some love !!!

HOW TO PLAY

if you’re sure you want to enter, let me know by sending me an ask or responding to this post and tell me which date(s) you want

open the WHEEL (just a random number generator)

spin or choose a character from the CHARACTER LIST*

spin a prompt from the HORROR PROMPT LIST*

spin a kink or kinks from the KINK/SPICY PROMPT LIST*

let me know what the wheel chose for you (in the format character / prompt / kink(s)) and i’ll add it to the masterlist !!

your piece is due on the date in october that you chose :)

*these documents all have more detailed instructions on how to “spin” (aka use the random number generator)! please let me know if you have any questions. i’m happy to spin for you and tell you what the wheel gives you !!!

OCTOBER CALENDAR (RELEASE SCHEDULE/M.LIST)

UPDATE (10/12)

submissions are still accepted for any date :)

please feel free to update your spin for new inspiration !!

WHEN READING, PLEASE NOTE

most (if not all works) will contain dark themes and content

mind the individual warnings on each work before reading

— OCT 01

while you were sleeping | @/cyancherub

yuuji + sukuna (jujutsu kaisen)

nightmares ft. drugged sex

love is... | @/trueshellz

sano manjiro / mikey (tokyo revengers)

home invasion ft. knifeplay

six eyes on me | @/touyaspeach

gojo satoru (jujutsu kaisen)

in hell ft. voyeurism

— OCT 02

x | @/tomurasurinal

tengen uzui (kny)

houseparty ft. drugged sex

yearning for dark shadows  | @/mydisenchantedeulogy

uchiha madara (naruto)

ouija board ft. orgasm denial

when night comes, you’re all i can think about | @/keigosprettiestbirb

bakugou katsuki (bnha)

bunnyman ft. scent kink

— OCT 03

forever and a day | @/meiansmistress

kuroo tetsurou (haikyuu)

possession ft. power imbalance

persuasion | @/abbacchiosbelt

zen’in naoya (jujutsu kaisen)

in/near a lake ft. knifeplay, pregnancy kink

grapes | @/thecrowcern

matsuno chifuyu (tokyo revengers)

naga ft. marking/claiming

— OCT 04

x | @/crewella

fushiguro toji (jujutsu kaisen)

forest ft. primal, age gap, filming/recording

cursed womb | @/bontenten

choso (jujutsu kaisen)

repossessed organs ft. obedience

x | @/absolutvirgin

shinazugawa sanemi (demon slayer)

satan + asylum ft. sacrilege

— OCT 05

hunted | @/rizubaby

todo aoi (jujutsu kaisen)

hunter/predator ft. size kink

ghost towns | @/ingeniumswhore

yoarashi inasa (bnha)

ghost town ft. outdoor sex, virginity kink, humiliation

— OCT 06

are we going steady? | @/kimmytrash

porco galliard (attack on titan)

slasher ft. filming/recording

roadside assistance | @/zerotwoswaifuu

kaminari denki (bnha)

car breaks down ft. masochism

x | @/katsuroses

toga himiko (bnha)

blindness/darkness ft. possessive/jealous sex

— OCT 07

x | @/quirk-incarnate

erwin smith (attack on titan)

‘if i tell you i have to kill you’ ft. throat fucking

unholy union | @/kitsu-writes

yamaguchi + tsukishima (haikyuu)

exorcism ft. exhibitionism, ass play, edging

x | @/haikyutiehoe

atsumu + sakusa + suna (haikyuu)

carnival ft. praise kink, reverse cowgirl, biting

— OCT 08

the sorcerer and the succubus | @/a-shy-blueberry

nanami kento (jujutsu kaisen)

succubus ft. femdom

x | @/kurinoot

kageyama tobio (haikyuu)

killer in the backseat + in a car ft. biting

desire | @/mydisenchantedeulogy

nakahara chuuya (bungo stray dogs)

obsession ft. hate sex

— OCT 09

étranger | @/e-jaegerenthusiast

jean kirstein (attack on titan)

on a train ft. foot fetish, dubcon

x | @/nanikoreeeh

nara shikamaru | naruto

creepy neighbor + trapped ft. gunplay

lovebot frankenmesh | @/seychellse 

inumaki toge (jujutsu kaisen)

artificial intelligence ft. obedience, electrostimulation

— OCT 10

something follows | @/crikeygatormate

shigaraki tomura (bnha)

wraith ft. knife play

x | @/bokurooskitten

kozume kenma (haikyuu)

stalker ft. panty theft

— OCT 11

bloodlust | @/lilithbasically

todoroki shouto (bnha)

on a train + vampire ft. gagging, blood kink, knife play

vengeance | @/vaporwrites

chisaki kai / overhaul (bnha)

siren ft. hatefucking, dubcon, pegging, impact play

fire in the water | @/renhoeku

rengoku kyojuro (demon slayer)

dragon ft. breeding kink

— OCT 12

sleeping beauty | @/yuujispinkhair

itadori yuuji (jujutsu kaisen)

comatose ft. dubcon, dumbification

x | @/eikatslut

kirishima eijirou (bnha)

witch ft. punishment, manipulation, pegging

placebo | @/unohanadaydreams

kurosaki ichigo (bleach)

hearing voices ft. overstimulation

— OCT 13

it’ll all be over soon | @/cursex

matsuoka rin (free!)

american horror story + priest(ess) ft. punishment, dumbification, sir kink

x | @/nasti-bnha

iida tenya (bnha)

frankenstein ft. breeding, electrostimulation, dubcon

x | @/myshya

miya atsumu (haikyuu)

demon/monster hunter ft. sacrilege, dacryphilia, begging

— OCT 14

lifeline | @/anadandere

todoroki natsuo (bnha)

grim reaper ft. jealous/possessive sex

i only know hell | @/mxnjiro

levi ackerman | attack on titan

knight of hell ft. forced orgasm, creampie, degradation, public sex, overstimulation

— OCT 15

x | @/magicboytrash

sawamura daichi (haikyuu)

haunted house ft. pregnancy kink

tear into your soul | @/prettyiwa

oikawa toru (haikyuu)

summoning a demon ft. praise kink, drugging, face slapping

— OCT 16

carnal desires | @/trueshellz

bokuto kotaro (haikyuu)

werewolf ft. marking

x | @/indyura

ryuguji ken / draken (tokyo revengers)

revenge ft. fearplay

attention | @/dekusbunny

akaashi keiji (haikyuu)

disappearance ft. dubcon, mirror sex

— OCT 17

red means i love you | @/kisseswithkai

kaminari denki (bnha)

apocalypse ft. blood kink

x | @/cherrykamado

kamado tanjiro (demon slayer)

slumber party massacre ft. mindbreak, gagging, shibari

nightmares and wet dreams | @/thisyaegeristeatsazzz

hinata shoyo (haikyuu)

misery ft. somnophilia

— OCT 18

araignée du soir, cauchemar | @/touyaspeach

shinsou + midoriya (bnha)

assassin ft. mating press

x | @/witchybnha-noya

nishinoya yuu (haikyuu)

halloween night ft. degradation, oral, breathplay

fulfilled promise | @/elaineplayz

hatsume mei (bnha)

cave ft. drugging

— OCT 19

x | @/nekomamiiz

geto suguru (jujutsu kaisen)

hellhound + altar ft. knotting, sacrilege, cumplay

eternally yours | @/kitsuwrites

ukai keishin (haikyuu)

isolation ft. punishment, forced orgasm, manipulation

x | @/aizawa-horny-brigade

geto + gojo (jujutsu kaisen)

haunting ft. somnophilia, group sex, fearplay

— OCT 20

x | @/crewella

kyoutani kentarou (haikyuu)

ski lodge ft. hate sex, anal

utgard, by boat | @/boonseren-burner

connie + eren (attack on titan)

castle ft. cucking, drugging, spit kink

the courting of a succubus | @/nomadmilk

kageyama tobio (haikyuu)

premonition ft. orgasm denial

— OCT 21

chikan | @/kingkatsuki

shindou yo (bnha)

daeva ft. chikan

don’t look behind you | @/anime-nymph

kuroo tetsurou (haikyuu)

don’t look behind you ft. blood kink

ichi no kata | @/luziferies

kanroji mitsuri (demon slayer)

seance ft. outdoor sex + breathplay

double-crossed out [ pt. 1 ] [ pt. 2 ] | @/fratboyitadori

kugisaki nobara (jujutsu kaisen)

cannibal ft. stockings/tights kink

jasmine and bergamot | @tygalilywhims

akaza (demon slayer)

wilderness ft. monsterfucking, pain play, blood kink, scent kink

— OCT 22

x | @/ringpop-poppy

armin arlert (attack on titan)

camp ft. dubcon

in the shadows | @/ingeniumswhore

bubaigawara jin / twice (bnha)

catacombs ft. facesitting, blackmail, wall sex

x | @/nifujiswhore

shinmon benimaru (fire force)

kaiju ft. breeding, oviposition

— OCT 23

x | @/eibby

bakugou katsuki (bnha)

cults ft. spit kink, hate sex

scared of blood? | @/kireirengoku

baji + chifuyu (tokyo revengers)

masked killer ft. knifeplay, hand kink, rimming

x | @/c-qcatwrites + @/alicesfracturedmirror 

oikawa toru (haikyuu)

windows + visit + dante’s inferno ft. begging, virginity kink

— OCT 24

x | @/thegetoufather

sero hanta (bnha)

post-apocalyptic ft. anal

x | @/kireirengoku

 grimmjow (bleach)

beast ft. blood play, dacryphilia, possessive sex

— OCT 25

x | @/fatgum-sugarplum

amajiki tamaki (bnha)

infection ft. mindbreak

x | @/mementomoriifics

azumane asahi (haikyuu)

devil in disguise ft. body worship

cravings | @/keisurou

miya osamu (haikyuu)

hitman ft. orgasm denial

running from you | @dxrkdreamer

sukuna ryoumen (jujutsu kaisen)

copycat killer ft. manipulation

— OCT 26

x | @/arcanumbras

itadori yuuji (jujutsu kaisen)

in a coffin/tomb ft. scent kink

i don’t really know why i’m still here | @/fuwushiguro

reiner braun (attack on titan)

maze ft. wall sex

x | @/cherrykamado

agatsuma zenitsu (demon slayer)

love spell ft. electrostimulation, danger play, outdoor sex, bondage, overstimulation

— OCT 27

x | @/fuyuluvs

suna rintarou (haikyuu)

monster under the bed ft. knife play, dacryphilia

x | @/alicesfracturedmirror

iwaizumi hajime (haikyuu)

knight of hell + cabin in the woods ft. mirror sex

x | @/junpeixe

hashibara inosuke (demon slayer)

bugs ft. pain play, oviposition, stranger sex, creampie

— OCT 28

x | @/katonshoko

shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

demon ft. size kink

x | @/indigoraen

uraraka ochako (bnha)

ghost ft. jealous/possessive sex, orgasm denial

whirlwind | @/bajisbabe

fushiguro megumi (jujutsu kaisen)

sylph ft. pool/water/ocean sex

— OCT 29

x | @/arean

hange + levi (attack on titan)

psychological horror ft. public sex, marking/claiming, cumplay

live feed | @/atsumuluvbot

iwaizumi hajime (haikyuu)

cameras ft. humiliation

x | @todcrcki​

todoroki shouto (bnha)

scream ft. stepcest, throatfucking, pregnancy kink

— OCT 30

x | @/ringpop-poppy

eren jaeger (attack on titan)

in space ft. breeding

x | @/tteokdoroki

sano manjiro / mikey (tokyo revengers)

babysitting ft. corruption, branding, manipulation, knifeplay

the nightmare | @/hoobish

todoroki touya / dabi (bnha)

transported into a horror game ft. begging/pleading, overstimulation, breeding

mannequin [ part one ] [ part two ]  | @writings-of-a-shattered-mind

tsukishima kei (haikyuu)

dolls + serial killer + amputation ft. dacryphilia, fearplay, corruption, size kink, obedience, drugging, noncon, gunplay

— OCT 31

x | @/prettyboykatsuki

takami keigo / hawks (bnha)

power outage/flickering lights ft. femdom, gagging

x | @/xo-lynx

dazai osamu (bungo stray dogs)

saw (torture cellar) ft. fearplay

x | @/theladywriteswhat

shinazugawa sanemi (demon slayer)

x | @bakumi

sukuna (jujutsu kaisen)

frozen in place ft. fear play, somnophilia

[quinloki]

AO3/other platforms First Lines Tag Game 

Tagged by @mydisenchantedeulogy (Thank you =D )

Rules: Share the first lines of 10 recent fics and tag ten people.

Tagging: @some-piece @un-shit-yourself @swampstew @sailor-cosmic-horror @abysscronica @owlight @sabo-has-my-heart @rotkinshock @mytheoristavenue @downforsanji - As usual don't feel required to do so, and if I didn't tag you and you want to play along please do so! Tag me when you post too so I can see your works =D

The FIRST line? Oh dear... uh, sure. Guess there's no better way than to just dive into this.

details under the cut, cause WHEW this'll get long with 10 titles.

As per usual 18+ only

WIPs/unedited items are on my wattpad. Edited/completed stuff is here and Ao3

This is all One Piece stuff, I have yet to even want to write anything else ^^;;

Isn't Enough - Marco x Reader "That half-lidded gaze was enough to set your heart racing."

Unseen - Killer x Reader "Your eyes snapped open as your senses pulled you out of your sleep, and you turned to the side just in time to avoid the boot that was coming crashing down toward your chest."

Family Ties - Doflamingo x Reader "Working a lot of odd jobs meant working a lot of odd hours, and most of the time it didn't bother you, but today was an eighteen-hour day and you put time in three jobs."

Quicksand - Crocodile x Reader "You smile at the sound of the message popping up on your computer."

Some Direction - Zoro x Reader "You had been at work in the library when a man in an ill-fitting government issue suit and tie had approached you with a package."

Hat Trick - Eustass x Reader x Law "Growing up in the Grandline Metro - a city almost as large as the island upon which is existed - you were comfortable with the weird quirks of the city."

Souled Out - Demon!Eustass - Reader "Your furniture was in another room, piled on top of your bed, leaving the living room completely devoid of items."

Simmer - Eustass x Reader (Part of the Love/Kiss/XXXX the Chef, a series of one-shots where the reader is cooking for different characters.) "You had most of the hard work done for the dish you were making before you had gotten into the outfit you wanted Kid to enjoy."

Brushed - Shanks x Reader "You stood in the middle of the room, plastic laid down under your feet, completely naked and a little cold.

Dr. Jekyll - Trafalgar Law x Reader One-shot "You grab him by the collar and push him against the wall."

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

I posted 263 times in 2022

That's 44 more posts than 2021!

241 posts created (92%)

22 posts reblogged (8%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mydisenchantedeulogy

@likesugarandcyanide

@whateverthefuckyouwantiguess

@scariusaquarius

@momma-vi

I tagged 222 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#resident evil fanfiction - 68 posts

#resident evil - 43 posts

#far cry fanfiction - 33 posts

#far cry 3 fanfiction - 32 posts

#resident evil kinktober 2022 - 29 posts

#vaas montenegro - 25 posts

#one piece fanfiction - 23 posts

#vaas x oc - 22 posts

#one piece - 22 posts

#gender neutral reader - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#though i also feel like a lot of my docs could be villains if given the right push

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Love Me Bitterly, Loathe Me Sweetly || Day Seventeen || Albert Wesker

A/n: it’s always a pleasure to write Wesker. Here is day 17: angry/hate sex.

Warning(s): Wesker being Wesker, angry/hate sex, gender neutral reader.

No Minors Allowed!!

It's been 11 years since the destruction of Raccoon City; 11 years since that traitor Wesker was killed.

You only wish you could have seen it - at the time you were with Rebecca and only after you heard about it. Nevertheless, he had deserved it. He had manipulated you; had made you think that he loved you, but he only loved the control he had over you. It took you years to recover.

And here you are, living without his memory. It's better this--

A noise in the kitchen wakes you. The faceless man in your dreams fades as you open your eyes. Rising with a grunt, you wander from your bedroom and into the living room; the kitchen is empty and quiet. Strange. You heard something, didn't you?

An object on the counter catches your attention. You don't remember leaving out a glass. And there's something stuffed in it. You wander over to it, picking it up. It's a piece of torn cloth, a patch.

Your eyes widen as you recognize the patch; it's the S.T.A.R.S. emblem. But who put this here?

"I see you haven't completely forgotten," a voice states.

You whip around and notice a person standing in your living room. Immediately you recognize him and your eyes widen in fear and disbelief.

"Wesker!? You can't be here... You're dead."

The man in question grins.

"I'm very much alive."

There's no way. Chris would have told you. What the fuck do you do?

An idea comes to mind and you pick up the glass, tossing it at him. You don't wait to see where it hits. Instead, you run for the bedroom door where your gun is hidden, but something darts past you and knocks you onto your back. You hit hard but what confuses you more is that Wesker is hovering over you. Did he--

"What are you?"

"A god," he answers merely.

Your eyes widen in fear. Something is different about him. He's more of a monster than ever.

Leaning down, he runs a gloved hand over your face, tracing your lips with a finger.

"What do you want?" You ask.

Wesker hums.

"We're due a reunion."

Turning you onto your stomach, he locks your hands behind your back and slides between your legs. With his other hand, he yanks down your bottoms, exposing your ass. Your eyes widen. Is he going to fuck you?

"W-wait!" You order.

Wesker hushes you.

"Be still."

The rattle of his belt reaches your ears and your suspicion is right. He plans to fuck you.

"That won't work," you mention with a snort. "Whatever we had is dead and you mean nothing to me, not even worth the--"

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179 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#4

A familiar harmonic melody carries through the castle, accompanied by a woman's voice. Lady Dimitrescu recognizes it and walks from her bedchamber to the Main Hall where her daughters and you are, having toted her record player up from the Tasting Room. Her daughters dance in circles - as you watch from a chair near the fireplace - in a way that reminds her of when she was human and for a moment, she admires their attempts to pirouette and split leap until she remembers that it is her who they are listening to.

Lady Dimitrescu: Where did you get that record?

Each of them stops abruptly as if they've done something wrong and you avert your eyes.

Cassandra: It was your pet.

Of course, she'd throw you under the bus. You narrow your eyes in shame and glance up at her from atop the stairs.

You: Forgive me, My Lady. But I love your singing so much that I wanted to share it with your daughters.

Bela: You have a beautiful voice, mother. Can't we listen some more to it?

Daniela: Your pet even taught us to dance.

She should say no; she should demand they return the record and punish her pet for subjecting her daughters to the woman that she once was, but Lady Dimitrescu can't bring herself to say no. Her heart is enslaved.

Lady Dimitrescu: You may continue.

Her daughters begin dancing again, laughing amongst themselves and Lady Dimitrescu walks down the stairs coming to stand behind the chair that you are seated at. Your heart pounds erratically.

You: I'm sorry. It was not my place to--

Lady Dimitrescu: Hush now, darling. You've done no wrong.

Her hands slide down the back of the chair and into your hair, combing it out with her fingers. You sigh in relief, allowing her to play with the strands as you watch her daughters dance. No one is as lucky as you.

196 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#3

Blackout || Day Thirteen || Karl Heisenberg

A/n: day thirteen is here; edging. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): sex induced blackout, edging, begging, gender neutral reader, broken deals, porn without plot.

No Minors Allowed!!

His warm breath on your neck sends shivers across your worn-out body. You can no longer take the pressure.

"P-please," you beg, raw and broken.

Saliva leaks from your mouth as it hangs open, fucked out of your mind.

"My Lord...Please."

Heisenberg snorts and slows his hips once again. Your walls clutch around him in eager anticipation, but again, he does not let you cum. How many times had it been? Three... Four. You have no idea. But it's getting hard to manage; you fear you may pass out.

"Have you had enough, pet? Are you going to leave me to my work if I let you cum?" He asks in your ear.

The scent of smoke and liquor permeates your nose.

"Y-yes," you utter as you press your ass against him.

His cock bottoms out into you and you moan. But it's not enough.

"I swear... I swear."

Tears leak down your face and you almost think that he will continue to ignore your pleas, but to your relief, Heisenberg buries his nails into the skin at your hips and thrusts into you, harder and deeper than before. You can barely manage. Your body is trapped beneath him, pressed into the mattress so hard you fear you might be squished.

Then it happens.

Your body shudders as an intense orgasm tears through you, turning your vision black. When you come to, you almost don't know where you are; your hole is aching full of cum and Heisenberg is hovering over your back.

"You gonna be OK?" He asks.

"I... I think I may have passed out," you utter.

He snorts and smacks your ass.

"No shit. You went limp like a dead fish. I thought I had fucking killed you."

It wouldn't have been the worst way to go. You stretch your arms out and yawn.

"A deal is a deal. You fuck me senseless and I let you work in peace," you mention.

Heisenberg hums. He knows something is suspicious, but without arguing he gets off the bed and returns to his work in the corner of the room.

And he has every right to be suspicious because the moment you recover, you intend to nag the hell out of him again.

209 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#2

Something Wicked This Way Comes || Vampire! Albert Wesker

A/n: I want to thank @lottathoughts for inspiring me to write this. She writes some the best vampire content, so give her a read.

Warning(s): blood and gore, taunting, sex (consented), death, choking, Wesker being Wesker, blood-drinking, female reader, Excella getting pepper sprayed (basically).

No minors allowed!

An ominous air consumes you, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. The sensation brings doom as the sun sets in the west, appearing to have been devoured by the vast ocean on the horizon beyond your bedroom window.

Something is coming; you only pray it isn't death.

Though, as a vampire hunter, praying for life is redundant. You chase death. It's a part of your lineage.

Leaving the room, you join your family in the living area. The television is on the news, cut down so that the volume doesn't bother anyone. As you sit beside your mother on the couch, your father turns his eyes to you a moment from his perch near the window then continues to sharpen a stake he carved from driftwood he had gathered from the beach.

"Are you OK kiddo?" He asks in concern.

You aren't sure.

"I have a bad feeling about being here," you answer.

Your brother snorts.

"I checked the perimeter already and the sensors are working. You're just letting your thoughts consume you."

"Don't worry so much dear," your mother mentions as she rests a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. "Ricardo set this base up for us."

You turn up your eyes at the mention of his name.

Ricardo Irving isn't the most reliable person to do business with but your parents like him. He is a merchant of sorts that for years has moved your family around the country. Vampires reside in all corners of the world and Irving makes a profit from each successful hunt.

He's greedy but he does his job well.

With an uneasy breath, you lean back against the couch.

"The air just feels dark and suffocating here," you mention. "There was plenty of work in the city. I don't understand why we are on an island that barely has 100 people on it."

"You know why. Ricardo gave us intel that Albert Wesker was in the area," your father explains.

Perhaps it is because of him you are uneasy. Albert Wesker is a power-hungry monster; a test subject created by Oswell E. Spencer with the same cells that ran through the Father of Vampires, Dracula; the legend your ancestor Abraham Van Helsing was rumored to have slain.

It's true that Spencer absorbed the cells and became a vampire but his body could not handle the rapid changes, so he engineered a being who could; a being who later took his life.

Wesker then sought to create a super-powered world of vampires. His reach had spread across the world and though hunting him should have been easy, it wasn't. His strength and savagery are beyond compare.

However, if your father believes there is a good chance to kill him, then there must be. You trust him, but the ominous air remains.

"Perhaps I'm just exhausted," you mention.

"I can go back out and check the perimeter if you like," your brother declares.

You will feel much better, you reckon.

"Please."

Your brother snorts and retrieves his crossbow.

"Honestly," he states with a laugh, glancing at you over his shoulder as he swings the door open. "Where would you be––"

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318 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Lady Dimitrescu (staring at the faded stretch marks on her hips due to the experimentation making her grow): These are grotesque.

Bela: No they aren't. You look gorgeous.

Daniela: Yes, like a momma tiger.

Cassandra: A fierce and gorgeous momma tiger.

Lady Dimitrescu (tearing up): Do you think so?

Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela (in unison): Absolutely mother!

453 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

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[midori-laboratories]

Demons in the Dark - a Calendula Chronicles One-Shot

The angst follow-up to `Downtime` (both are also on AO3, along with the longfics and anthologies!). CW for childhood trauma, abandonment, nightmares, mentions of miscarriage.

Summary: They both have nightmares and parts of their childhoods they don’t remember- Marigold Ashford faced an early loss in a deeply traumatizing manner, leading to some deep-seated abandonment issues, translating into her fierce protectiveness towards her surviving family. Wesker has memory gaps from Project W, trauma which has been repressed hard in his quest for power. Both are unreliable narrators of their own earlier years due to untold, buried trauma that has slowly begun to bubble back up to the surface…

@whateverthefuckyouwantiguess, @mydisenchantedeulogy, @momma-vi, @shions-new-blog-of-stuff, @lottathoughts, @organs-fanfics

December 10, 1998: An undisclosed location in the northeastern United States

“Demons are born out of the deepest pain you can imagine. The one we kept house for wasn’t any different. She just had better self-discipline.” - Poppy Higgins, 1982 private memorial service following the ‘death’ of Marigold Ashford.

“Are you sure about this? It won’t go the way you think it will.” - Marigold Ashford, 1981; 1998

Marigold:

Chaos outside, and then they had left her behind in that dark little room.

Liesel Ashford cried for the ambulance personnel to get her daughter as they loaded her into the vehicle. Liesel was showing all of the signs of an entrenched polio infection, and was well into the throes of a miscarriage. This would have been her third child.

Near the end of her second trimester, her husband had been called away to London on some urgent matter, and she had decided to spend a week at the seaside, visiting friends with her eldest. Little Alexander would have been too much of a handful in her state- the household staff could mind him for a few days- but at seven years old, Marigold could mind her well enough.

They didn’t realize the small seaside town was in the throes of a polio outbreak until well after the quarantine came down. Not until Liesel woke up on the third day of their visit, throat sore, barely able to sit up…and beginning to bleed. Marigold was standing listless at the door of her room, looking pale and feverish as their hosts milled about in a panic, finally calling for an ambulance. They chivvied her out of the way to get the child to lie down.

The staff, while professional, had not thought to look inside the house; the people who had contacted them had retreated away from the scene as soon as possible as if burned. The ambulance staff tried to gently soothe the woman, rapidly bleeding out, that the child dying inside of her was fine. Inside the house, the people left inside were beginning to feel rapidly worse.

The woman died within the hour, in a sterile white room, alone. During the polio outbreak of the summer of 1956, she was far from the only one.

It took hours for anyone to reach out to Lady Ashford’s home. Her husband wouldn’t be reached until late that afternoon, upon hearing about the outbreak from a colleague and putting two and two together. Their local health network was simply too overwhelmed.

Two days later, they had sent someone to collect the child, while Edward Ashford fought to get into the hospital and identify the body. They found the girl curled up in a soiled room, dehydrated, weak, and half-feral in her despondent panic. It would be weeks before she said a word to anyone again.

Marigold woke with a start from the dream, hand reaching down automatically to spread across her belly.

Still flat. Still not showing. Based on secondhand information from the scores of friends and former schoolmates who’d rapidly all got enormously pregnant at twenty, she was likely only a few weeks away from something beginning to show.

The hormone patches Wesker has been using on her, to keep her pliable, have been problematic to her ability to focus, lately…but they have likely masked what was really going on inside her. He still didn’t know. Hell, if the timeline weren’t so tight she might be inclined to actually relax into to situation a little more. The extra hormones in her system had certainly given her libido a firm shake - as if it needed any more encouragement.

As if he needed any encouragement.

Ever since that faint double line on the test appeared though, not two weeks earlier…something deeper had been bothering Marigold beyond the potentially harrowing situation looming up fast. She’d started dreaming about her mother again.

Was it a real memory, or something she had constructed? Marigold barely remembered that trip to the seaside, but she’d heard about the aftermath. Her unborn sister had never drawn breath, and her mother died alone, due to complications from the onset of polio. Marigold’s own polio infection, back in July of 1956, had been suffered in the dark. She’d barely been able to make it to the bathroom for a drink of water, much less reach the wall-mounted telephone in the kitchen - and after a while, she hadn’t been able to manage even that.

The ‘friends’ had retreated from the rented cottage in a panic as their own sicknesses had set in. The hospital at first reported that the daughter the woman had been calling for had died during the miscarriage. It wasn’t until Lord Ashford confronted the doctors in cold rage that the fact of the missing seven-year-old child was fully realized.

Next to her, Wesker slept on, twitching fitfully. He’d been growing incurred to the effect her nightmares had. After a moment, he continued to twitch in his sleep, turning toward her with a grimace. Without the guard of his conscious mind, she could sense a faint roiling anxiety, if she focused on the feeling.

Wesker hadn’t woken this time, because he was trapped in a nightmare of his own. This had been happening more and more lately - relaxing into whatever this was between them meant that he was easing up on that iron grip of his self-control.

Letting down one’s guard was when the nightmares came. Marigold was more than a little familiar with the situation.

Bloody, goddamned hormones. If the next few weeks were to go as expected - no, as hoped - the last thing she needed was to be getting attached to this man. But look into the abyss, and the abyss looks back. In her case, that maxim was a touch more literal.

She ghosted a hand over his temple, more to focus her attention. Go deeper. She thought. Whatever happened is over. Go past it and sleep. After a moment, Wesker’s breathing evened out, and he settled. She stared, biting her lip. She’d begun to play with their connection via sensation (that had been fun…and also incredibly instructive), but this felt wholly more intimate.

She could almost let herself regret what she was about to do to him.

Just a few more weeks, now. What was left of her family needed her.

What she wanted couldn’t be allowed to matter.

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Wesker:

he was five years old, and they hadn’t come back for him.

The ‘lessons’.

A ‘sister’, a brief ally before that too was ripped away. Only the fittest would be allowed.

The dreams were never quite the same, united only in creeping dead and shards of broken memory.

The training facility, where a dream position had rapidly descended into a nightmare. The dead eyes of his classmates, begging for a quick end.

The dream was fragmented, shards of something that his mind knew to be significant but was unwilling to hold on to. In his waking hours, the shards would fall away.

The dreams were simultaneously sharp and suffocating, things that would jar him out of sleep too quickly to retain. Lately, though…he was moving through them more slowly, passing through them on the way to deeper sleep. A whisper in the recesses of his mind carried Marigold’s voice, trying to return the favor of the previous few months.

Albert Wesker woke several hours later, oddly refreshed, and with the oddest sense that he had almost retained something important. He had pulled Marigold to him in his sleep, tucking her under and against him to crush her against his chest. The evenness of her breathing and the way she had angled her face into his neck suggested that she’d hardly protested the development.

Albert Wesker was not a sentimental man. He didn’t have room for it. Yet the woman he had brought back from Raccoon City with him had brought with her a sense of reciprocity that ran bone-deep, all the way down. Marigold was inherently British about her emotional state, burying it under a sharp tongue and a sharper sense of deflection. The chemical nature of their connection was not remotely lost on either of them. Over time though, she seemed to be accepting the circumstances she had been dealt. Relaxing into them, even.

Being around her brought a sense of warmth that he scarcely recognized. STARS was the closest thing he had the compare, but his relationship to them had been a careful fiction that he’d dismantled - violently, irreparably. This woman knew Umbrella, and had known where he’d started out. Umbrella’s ways were something she knew intimately.

And yet somehow, that sense of warmth came whenever she looked at him.

Next year, sometime early, he’d need to find a place that was more of a home. The crowds at the HCF facility were an intermittent necessity, but the dorm-style living was wearing on Marigold. It would be necessary for a while after the next mission. That particular blow would only be softened so much, especially if her brother’s children were as obstinate as they had been in their teens.

He almost felt a pang of regret over what he was about to do to her. The hormone patches, and his other little backup plans, would need to be enough to keep her carefully contained.

Once the primary objective of pacifying Rockfort was complete, a follow-up objective would be quietly appended to chase down his suspicions on T-Veronica. Marigold’s presence, at the right moment, could be enough to shock the surviving twin into cooperation - or at least, create an opportunity to strike.

Just a few more weeks, now, before he secured everything he’d wanted since the beginning.

What he wanted for himself was finally beginning to be allowed to matter.

[hanemiso]

☾ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 . . .

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄: a dreamlike, usually surrealistic, scene.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒? this collab is a means to let your imagination run wild. steer away from all you know, and venture into possibility. create your own dreamscape.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄? AUs. have your characters experience life through a different lens.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍? simply send me an ask with the fandom(s), character(s), and AU(s) you would like to use. please also include if your submission is sfw or nsfw.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒? ongoing.

# 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 .

✧ there is no hard deadline! collab is open and will be until the beginning of 2023.

✧ both sfw and nsfw are accepted! this blog is safe for nsfw, dc, and sfw content, so all is accepted! i just ask that you tag them properly.

✧ writing is accepted, as well as fanart and other mediums of expression! have fun with it the way you want to.

✧ fandoms accepted are bungou stray dogs, tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, vanitas no carte, haikyuu, demon slayer, twisted wonderland, and more! if there’s a fandom you’d like to write for but aren’t sure if it’s accepted, feel free to ask!

✧ any form of AU is accepted! if you don’t see an AU you’re interested in on the masterlist yet, feel free to ask me to add it!

✧ character repeats, as well as AU repeats, are okay! i do ask that you try to limit character repeats to 3 per AU.

✧ for writing, there is no word count! make your story as long or as short as you’d like.

✧ in fear of tags not working again, there will not be a specific tag for this collab! i do ask that you include somewhere on your post the name and/or a link to the collab.

✧ if you have any other questions, pls send me an ask! or if we’re mutuals, you can also feel free to DM me!

* nsfw and dc submissions will be in red.

✰ BAKERY AU ✰

jujutsu kaisen .

— Baker!Nanami x Reader by @ry0chann

✰ COFFEESHOP AU ✰

tokyo revengers .

— Barista!Kazutora x Reader by @atsumwah

— Barista!Mitsuya x Reader by @nxtsnw

bungou stray dogs .

— Barista!Atsushi x Reader by @chuuyasboots

✰ VAMPIRE AU ✰

jujutsu kaisen .

— Vampire!Getou x Reader by @chuuyasboots

bungou stray dogs .

— Vampire!Chuuya x Reader by @sonder-paradise

— Vampire!Dazai x Reader by @darlinqserenity

✰ FLOWER SHOP AU ✰

tokyo revengers .

— Florist!Draken x Reader by @snowbytes

— Florist!Chifuyu x Reader by @snowbytes

jujutsu kaisen .

— Florist!Geto x Reader by @fleursarchives

✰ HISTORICAL AU ✰

tokyo revengers .

— Royal Executioner!Draken x Reader by @sennsational

— Pauper!Mitsuya x Reader by @sennsational

✰ BAND AU ✰

bungou stray dogs .

— Drummer!Tachihara x Groupie!Reader by @ry0chann

genshin impact .

— Guitarist!Kazuha x Reader by @koirikiri

✰ ROYAL AU ✰

haikyuu .

— Prince!Atsumu x Royal!Reader by @atsumwah

bungou stray dogs .

— Prince!Dazai x Reader by @chuuyasboots

✰ DOMESTIC AU ✰

jujutsu kaisen .

— Dad!Sukuna x Reader by @ry0chann

✰ FANTASY AU ✰

jujutsu kaisen .

— Summoner!Getou x Primal!Reader by @suguruwrx

— Conman!Gojo x Demon!Reader by @mekiza

bungou stray dogs .

— Dead!Nikolai x Necromancer!Reader by @thecoffeelovingfreak

✰ ARTIST AU ✰

bungou stray dogs .

— Painter!Akutagawa x Reader by @mydisenchantedeulogy

jujutsu kaisen .

— Violinist!Choso x Reader by @fleursarchives

genshin impact .

— Painter!Kazuha x Reader by @hanemiso

✰ SOULMATE AU ✰

tokyo revengers .

— Mikey x Reader by @manjiroro

jujustu kaisen .

— Yuuta x Reader by @manjiroro

✰ PENPAL AU ✰

bungou stray dogs .

— Penpal!Akutagawa x Penpal!Reader by @sleepyghostuwu

✰ YOKAI AU ✰

bungou stray dogs .

— Kitsune!Dazai x Reader by @pompompurin1028

✰ COLLEGE AU ✰

bungou stray dogs .

— Tutor!Kunikida x Reader by @aethxr-ash

— Jouno x Reader by @kitsunekanojo

jujutsu kaisen .

— Yuuta x Reader by @kitsunekanojo