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[sammyslittlenymphet]

❥❥ Lavender Skies

❥❥ Pairing : boyfriend!Dean Winchester x nerdy girlfriend!Reader ❥❥Warnings : very mild language, light kissing, established relationship and just too sweet fluff and play-fighting. 18+ only !!  ❥❥Word count : 1k+

The dewy summer Sun streams through the Impala’s window and casts a soft, glowing shadow of the inside of your boyfriend’s prized Chevy- or “Baby” as he likes to call it- on the pages of your worn copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. You lie in the front seat of the muscle car, bare legs, sticky with the evidence of June’s heat, kicking idly out of the passenger window. Outside, the Sun is lazily starting to dip below the horizon, colouring the Nebraska sky in pretty shades of the early evening. The motel parking lot is quiet, save for the faint hum of cicadas and the tune you are sounding softly under your breath- probably some classic rock Dean introduced you to with a proud quirk of his lips. You adore how he shares everything he loves with you without even knowing just how special you feel when he makes you a part of his world, a part of himself.

You turn a page, lost in the fantasy world between your fingertips. So much so, you barely have time to look up or flinch when the Impala’s door slams shut behind your head and your book is snatched from your hands with a roar of delighted, boyish laughter.

“Hey!” you yelp, sitting up, your glasses sliding defiantly down your nose as you glare at the culprit. Dean Winchester sits there, all broad shoulders and his signature cocky grin, his dreamy green eyes sparkling with mischief under the fading light. He’s in a soft, worn flannel and jeans, hair slightly mussed from running his fingers through it, and my god, he’s gorgeous—rugged and handsome, and all yours. And right now, you hate the way your toes curl just a little and your heart kicks up pace by habit as his heady scent hits you- all leather, whiskey, gun-oil and courage, all distinctly him. “Gimme my book back Dean!” you whine, reaching out just as he whips it out of your reach. “No can do sweetheart.” he chuckles, his voice all gravelly and rough and stupidly infuriating in this moment, making a million butterflies flutter in your chest even as he drives you up a wall. With a petulant pout and another childish whine, you make grabby hands for your book again and after a healthy bout of struggling, he just tugs into his lap with a handsome smirk, eliciting a gasp from you as the hem of your sundress rides up your thighs. You try desperately to ignore the heat blooming in your cheeks as you cross your arms and pout at him like an angry little doll sitting all pretty and pissed in his lap, making his grin widen. “You’ll lose my page.” you huff, giving up and resorting to complaining instead. “Nah, I’ve got it right here, baby. Just wanna know whatcha reading.” Dean says with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, bringing the book down. He flips it open, thumbing through it with exaggerated curiosity, “Lemme see what’s got my girl all starry-eyed…except for me, that is.” He clears his throat dramatically, then reads, voice dripping with mock gravitas, ‘‘You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.” He pauses, one eyebrow shooting up as he looks at you, that perfect smirk growing as he works you up into a thoroughly flustered state from his teasing. “Well, damn, sweetheart. This sappy stuff what keeping you from givin’ your boyfriend attention ? ” “Maybe I don’t wanna give my boyfriend attention cause he’s so-” you fumble, searching for the right word, “ annoying.” you finally say with a self-pleased smile and an air of adorable superiority. He laughs, pushing your glasses up and presses a loving kiss on your cheek. “ Well, I may be annoying but you still think about me while reading about this Darcy guy and the one last week, what was his name…” he trails off, thinking hard, his brows pinching together. “ Dostoevsky ?” you ask, barely suppressing your giggle with an unimpressed expression. “Ugh, such a long word.” he groans playfully. “Did you know that hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words but it's such a long word itself, isn’t that so cool !? But…it's not the longest word. That’s pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis! But I think this might be second! ” you exclaim excitedly, veering completely off-topic with the happiness of sharing with your boyfriend the new fact you learnt just a while back.  You are thrown off guard by the fond way Dean is staring at you. Like you’re his entire world. Like he is memorising every nerdy word that is coming out of your mouth just so he can hear it on repeat again and again, anytime he wants. “I fuckin’ love you, y’know that? You’re so damn cute, baby. God, how did I manage to end up with you as my girl. You’re my little nerd, yeah ?” he says, each word making your heart feel so full- so full of his love, so full of him- that you giggle all flustered, blushing and girlishly happy. “God, I love that.” he groans with a smirk before pulling you in for a kiss. His lips guide yours tenderly, his hands cupping your face like you’re made of porcelain and he pours all of his heart- which he lets no one but you near- into the rhythm and feeling of his mouth against yours. You both pull away a little breathless, a little dazed and little too much in love.

“How ‘bout you read me some of that little book, hmm ?” he indulges, his voice rougher. And after drowning in the utter girly feeling of being so loved and spoiled, you press a big, happy kiss to his perfect cupid bow lips and settle against him as he hands you the book back. Wrapping his arms around his precious nerdy little girl, Dean nuzzles into your strawberry scented hair as you begin to read, giggling at him to let you concentrate when he starts peppering obsessive little kisses against your neck and shoulders. 

The Sun dips lower and the parking lot is no longer silent. It now echoes with the sounds of the both of you falling deeper in love and the growing hum of the crickets outside Baby, under the lavender sky. 

❥❥ Author's message : I really loved writing this cause Dean with a nerdy girl is just reeyuhlee awwhhdorable. if you'd like to be tagged, please don't hesitate to let me know !! comments and re-blogs are highly appreciated !! and I'd love to hear all your thoughts on the fic and my writing so please let me know down below. and of course, my inbox is totally open to any thoughts or requests :3. hope you like it !!

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High Stakes DnD

Synopsis: Three men start a DND campaign and learn the hard way that whatever happens to their characters, happens to them in real life. As each of them transform, they have to work together to beat the campaign or be stuck the way they are forever.

"All three of you enter the dark and dingy lair, what would you like to do next?" Said the DM.

"Can I check for magical traps?" Jeremy asks, playing the wizard.

"Roll an arcana check." The DM responds.

Jeremy rolls a 14.

"There are no magical traps you can sense nearby, but you notice magic emanating from further into the lair."

"I want to shoot a flaming arrow down the dark corridor to try and see further." Dan asks, playing the elf ranger.

"Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls a 9.

"The flaming arrow doesn't light up as much of the corridor as you hoped. Though you do see a turn about 50 metres ahead of you."

"I'm gonna charge ahead! I can take whatever this lair throws at me." John says brazenly, playing the barbarian.

"Roll and athletics check."

John rolls a 1.

"Ooh that's unfortunate. You instantly trip and fall flat on your face. As you try to get up, your hand pushes down a pressure plate. As soon as the pressure plate clicks into place, a thick green liquid begins to shoot out of the floor. Make a dexterity saving throw."

John rolls a 7.

"You try to dodge out of the way, but you don't react in time. The stream of green liquid shoots directly into your mouth. You're shocked by how good it tastes, almost like a sweet tea. The liquid fills your stomach, leaving you extremely bloated."

"I want to pull him away from the trap."

Dan rolls a 16 on his strength check.

"You manage to pull him out of the trap, but not before litres of the mysterious liquid entered his body."

"Guys, I don't feel great." The barbarian expresses as he lays heavy against the wall.

"You suddenly feel a tightness grow under your armour. You look down to see your stomach has continued bloating, pushing out your chest plate. It keeps bloating and bloating until it becomes obvious that it's no longer a bloat. Within moments, your six pack becomes a round and hairy gut, protruding under your chest plate."

"Guys what's happening!?" John freaks out as the changes start to affect him in real life as well. His slim figure quickly swells as a large ball gut rides up his shirt, revealing a hairy gut underneath his shirt.

"You let out a loud burp that sends ripples through your soft belly. Next you hear your chest plate stretch as your solid pecs soften under a thick layer of fat. Your chest plate breaks in half, falling to the ground as your man tits sag onto your belly."

"Buuuurrrraaaappp" John let's out a massive belch as he grows a pair of soft man tits that press tight against his shirt. "Why does it feel so... Good?" He moans as his nipples triple in size and a forest of hair grows on his chest.

"Those strong limbs of yours don't fare any better. The chiseled definition in your arms is buried under soft fat, and your hands become swollen with thick fat filled fingers. Your thighs become thick as a tree trunk, making it hard for you to walk and your feet burst out of your tiny shoes. And that perky ass of yours becomes so big that it sags under its own weight."

The changes quickly apply to John, making the rest of his body match his hulking gut. His arms and legs swell, his hands and feet double in size, and his ass becomes so wide it doesn't fit in his chair anymore.

"And don't think that pretty face is safe either. Your once sharp barbarian features soften under layers of pudge. Your sharp jawline and strong chin melt into three double chins. Your cheek bones are buried under your chubby cheeks. You're finally left twice your previous weight, bursting out of your armour, and barely capable of moving."

John's transformation in real life also completes, making his face much wider and rounder. Unlike his fantasy counterpart, John does not have massive muscles to give him more definition under his fat. So he is left fat yet scrawny limbs and a massive ball gut that hangs over his waist.

"What the fuck just happened!?" Jeremy asks, surprised at watching friends balloon into a 300 pound blob of a man.

"I must have forgotten to mention it..." The DM says in a sinister tone. "Any changes that happen to your character in the campaign apply to you in real life."

"God I'm so hungry." John interrupts.

"Good thing there's a whole buffet prepared behind you buddy." The DM points to a table of food behind John.

"Wait, is any of this permanent?"

"Only if you fail to complete the campaign."

"Oh god, I can't end up like John."

"Let's just beat the campaign and get this over with."

"Fine, let's go."

"Let's walk to the turn I saw earlier."

"You make it to the turn with no problems, but the fat barbarian now has halved movement speed, so it takes you longer than you'd expect. Also, the barbarian's constitution has gone up by 4 and his dexterity has gone down by 6."

"I'm sorry, you guys just don't get how hard it is being my size." John complained.

"Whatever, let's keep walking."

"The hallway opens up into what seems to be a room, but it's too dark to tell. Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls an 18.

"You hear footsteps getting louder and louder from the darkness. You look in the direction of the footsteps and see a large figure emerge from the darkness. It lunges at you, but you manage to step out of the way just as a spear nearly misses you. Roll initiation."

Dan rolls a 22

John rolls a 14

Jeremy rolls a 6

"The top of the round is Dan. What would you like to do?"

"I want to shoot double arrows."

He rolls a 16 on hit for the first arrow, and 18 for the second.

"That's a hit, roll for damage."

"9 on the first arrow, 6 on the second arrow."

"Your first arrow lodges into the creature's chest, and the second into its arm. It lets out a guttural growl that echoes around the room as it rips out both arrows. It then lunges at you again with its spear. Does a 12 hit?"

"No."

"He lunges at you, but you quickly pull up your wooden shield. The spear slices through the shield but not far enough to hit you, and you notice a green liquid that is leaking from the tip of the spear."

"Can I pull on the spear to get a better look at the creature?"

Dan rolls a 15 on his strength check.

"You yank on its spear with all your strength, causing it to stumble forward. This brings it just close enough for you to tell that it is an orc, about 7 feet tall with big muscles, tusks, and dark green skin."

"Now it's your turn, John."

John looks up from his plate of food. "Oh, right."

"I will rage and swing my mace at him."

John rolls a nat 20 to hit.

"It's a critical! Now roll for damage."

"16 damage, doubles because of the Crit."

"Those big barbarian muscles are still hidden under your fat, and you use them to swing your mace directly into the orcs ribs. You hear a crack and his ribs snap, and you leave multiple stab wounds in his side from the spikes on your mace. The orc doesn't look good, but he's still fighting. In retaliation, he will try to right hook you. Does a 17 hit?"

"Yes."

"Despite his broken ribs, the orc charges at you and swings his fist right into the side of your jaw, knocking you on your ass. He deals 11 bludgeoning damage and you're knocked prone."

"Now it's the orcs turn. He will use his movement to sprint straight towards Jeremy."

"What! Why me?"

"He sees you as the weak link and he figures he can get one kill before going down."

"What the hell!"

"He lunges with his spear. Does a 14 hit?"

"Yes."

"He stabs his spear directly into your stomach, now you need to do a constitution saving throw."

Jeremy rolls a 9.

"Just barely fails. He deals 16 piercing damage and the liquid on his spear has made its way into your body, infecting you."

"It's my turn now, right?"

"It is, however, you are having trouble moving due to the infection taking over your body. You spend your turn writhing in pain. It is back to the top of the round, Dan's turn."

"I want to again shoot 2 arrows."

Dan rolls a 6 and a 17 to hit.

"The second arrow hits, roll for damage."

Dan rolls a 12.

"The first arrow flies by the orc, lodging itself into the wall. The second arrow flies directly into the back of the orcs head, piercing straight through and sticking out of his forehead."

"Fuck yeah!"

"I would take this as such a victory, as you hear painful grunts coming from the wizard."

"What?"

"As you approach, the wizard pushes aside his robe to reveal the spear wound. A growing green liquid is oozing inside of it, and it looks like the skin around it is turning green. The green ooze pumps through his veins, glowing through his skin as it's pumped all around his body. Finally, the ooze makes its way to the wizard's brain. Within an instant, his facial expression changes from pain to shock as two tusks grow from his lower jaw. They grow to about three inches long, pointing up towards his cheeks as his lower jaw widens to fit them. His nose also widens and his brow one becomes a lot more prominent as his eyes go from green to dark brown. His straight blonde hair becomes dark and coarse as it spreads down his side burns into a thick beard that covers his massive jaw."

"Guys, I don't feel so good."

Jeremy holds his head as if he had a sudden migraine. He looks up at his friends as his human features start to morph, just like his wizard counterpart. His jaw thickens as tusks grow from his mouth. His brow bone becomes more prominent, making him look like a dumb himbo. His skin starts to take on a green hue as his eyes turn brown and his hair becomes dark and coarse.

"You fall back as the infection takes over. That smart wizard brain of yours is starting to fail you as it becomes increasingly difficult to think. But it's not like you'll need that brain, you're an orc after all, you're quite strong. Your muscles swell, giving massive biceps, thick pecs, and a defined six pack as your wound begins to heal."

"Please help... Think... Hard."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

Jeremy lets out a deep growl as his body starts to grow. His T-shirt and shorts tighten against his green skin as his muscles swell. His clothes rip in half in dramatic fashion, leaving him naked and showing off his growing dick. He brings his massive orc hands to cover his cock, but it's so big that it's near impossible to hide. Meanwhile, his perspective shifts higher and higher as his body grows to a hulking 7 feet tall.

"After your wound has fully healed, you stand back up, now towering over your party. Looking at your tiny elf friend fills you with a sudden confidence. You stand there for a moment to flex while your party watches in shock. Your biceps are massive and you can now bounce your juicy pecs, not to mention your perky ass cheeks. But after you're done with your one man show, John tosses you a cloth that doesn't fit him anymore, just so you can cover up your manhood. You look down at your wizard garb on the floor in pieces before grabbing the cloth and putting it on."

"Feel... Good."

Jeremy's voice is deep and gruff, no longer holding the wisdom he once had. He uses his thick hands to explore his new body, finding new bulging muscles all over his body. John and Dan just have to watch as his 12 inch dick starts to stick straight up in the air while he rubs his swollen muscles. He's only brought back to reality when his chair starts to creak under his weight.

"Can we just move on and get this over with."

"The three of you keep moving deeper into the lair, stopping every once in a while to let John catch his breath. The hallway becomes warmer and more humid the longer you venture."

"This has got to be a trap, I want to scout for traps."

"Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls a nat 20.

"Fuck yeah!"

"You carefully survey your surroundings, using sight, smell, and sound to scout for traps, but you don't find any. All you notice is a faint golden glow coming from the end of the hallway."

"I'll run ahead, I can end this. Just meet me up there."

"You run to the end of the hallway and see a large golden door, slightly ajar. You sneak in to see a large glittering cave, the floor covered in golden treasures and reflect the light all over the caves walls. What will you do?"

"I will try to climb up the treasure to get a better view of the cave."

"Roll an acrobatics check."

Dan rolls a nat 1.

"You try to climb a small pile of treasure, but lose your footing and fall, taking some treasure down with you. You slam on the floor, taking 5 bludgeoning damage before the treasure hits the ground, making a loud clanging noise that echoes throughout the cave. After a moment of silence, the ground starts to shake violently as you see a large figure emerge from the pile of gold."

"I want to hide."

"Roll a stealth check."

Dan rolls a 14.

"You manage to hide behind the pile of gold that you failed to climb. You hear heavy footsteps approaching you, each one shaking the ground. You hear sniffing coming from the other side of the gold pile, then it suddenly stops. The brief silence allows you to hear your heartbeat, but it doesn't last long as the creature swipes away the gold you were hiding behind. You stand still for a moment, struck by the creature that stands before you. It's a red dragon, at least 10 stories tall with a big scaly belly that hangs in front of him. It's also got quite big breasts, along with a long neck with a white mane and a white goatee."

"I want to run back to the hallway."

"Roll an athletics check."

Dan rolls an 18.

"You start sprinting as fast as you can back to the hallway. The dragon just laughs in response. "It's been a while since I've had visitors, it would be rude for you to leave so soon." The dragon says. He takes one step forward, covering more ground than you have since you began running. With one swift motion, he grabs you tight in one hand and lifts you up to his face. His breath is hot against your skin. "I could use a companion, one that'll never leave." The dragon says with a grin on his face. He starts casting a spell with his off hand, red particles swirl around his hand before he presses one of his claws into your chest, right in front of your heart. Roll a constitution saving throw."

Dan rolls an 8.

"You try to fight off the dragons magic, but it's too strong. A symbol etches into your chest where his claw was, signing your fate. You can feel it infecting your mind as your body starts to swell. Your shirt rips open as your stomach surges forward, growing into a thick beer belly that resembles that of the dragon. Your flat chest also grows into two soft breasts that lay on your gut. Your pants don't last long either as your thighs thicken to the point of ripping through them."

Similar to John, Dan starts to swell out of his clothes. He grows a ball belly that lays on his lap and two fat man tits that sag into his gut. His love handles squeeze against the arms of his chair, threatening to break through them.

"I... I want to... resist."

"It is too late to resist, the spell has reached your mind and has started erasing your core values and memories, leaving you as a blank slate. Meanwhile, your body starts to take on draconic features, just like your master. Your elven features melt away as a thick snout grows on your face with tusks and rows of sharp teeth. Horns grow on your head as red scales cover your face, making you look nearly identical to your master, save for the long neck. The red scales grow all over your plump body as a thick tail emerges right above your fat ass."

Dan's human features quickly morph into those of a dragon, just like his elven counterpart. The snout, sharp teeth, and horns, along with the red scales covering his body. Though he's forced out of his seat when his tail grows in, making it impossible for him to sit in any ordinary chair. As he gets back up, he flashes the table with his thick dragon dick, now that he's got nothing to cover himself up.

"I... Must serve... My master."

"As the spell finalizes, you are left as a loyal young dragon, eager to serve his master and one day grow strong like him. The spell makes it so that every time you do what his master says, you will grow, eventually becoming an elder dragon just like your master. Your master puts you down just as your party arrives."

"Dan? What happened?"

"My master made me a good dragon."

"Why is that dragon pretending to be Dan?"

"That is Dan, you dumbass! The dragon must have cast a dragons seal on him."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we have to kill the dragon."

"I would never let my master get hurt."

"As the words leave your mouth, you grow. Becoming ever closer to an elder dragon."

The floor creaks as Dan grows in real life as well. Soon enough the house won't be able to contain him.

"Roll for initiative."

Eager to please his master, Dan gets a 24, going first.

"I use fire breath."

"Your snout starts to glow red before you release a continuous blast of fire towards your party. Since they both grew out of their armour, there is nothing to protect them from the intense flame. Both of you take 30 fire damage."

"I rage and charge at Dan full speed."

"You yell in anger as you start to run towards Dan, but you still haven't gotten used to your new body so it looks more like a waddle than a charge. You tuck in your shoulder and throw your immense weight into the dragon, but you simply bounce off his belly, sending ripples through his fat."

"I use my reaction to talk to John."

"You approach John as he lays on the ground and whisper into his ear, "You could have all the food you could ever imagine if you join us." John's ears perk up at the idea. perform an wisdom saving throw."

John rolls a 4.

"He convinces you right away with the promise of infinite food, Dan grows again, surpassing 9 feet. Jeremy, you're up."

"I unarmed strike Dan"

"You run at him and launch the strongest punch you can muster, but his thick fat absorbs most of the force. You deal 5 bludgeoning damage. In response, Dan grabs your head and says, "look around, all this gold could be ours if you just join us." Roll an intelligence saving throw"

Jeremy rolls a 6.

"The glowing treasure leaves you awestruck, and you take his deal. Once again causing him to grow."

Dan hits 10 feet, his head hitting the ceiling and his gut pushing against the table. There is not enough room in there to hold him.

"The three of you happily join the dragon for eternity under the promise of food and riches. Dan continues to grow closer and closer to an elder dragon, John eats until he's unable to leave the cave even if he wanted to, and Jeremy is simply too stupid to resist the dragons persuasion. You lose."

"We lost?"

Jeremy twiddles his thumbs, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.

"It's not a loss if you ask me."

John chuckles as he stuffs his face with food.

"As long as my master is happy, I'm happy."

Dan's head breaks through the roof.

"Don't beat yourself up, big guy. At least you had fun."

The DM approached Jeremy, massaging his massive muscles. His hands slowly drifted down to Jeremy's dick, revealing his ulterior motive. He's got all three of his friends under his control, exactly where he wants them.

[torusangel]

hate the sin love the sinner | Choso Kamo

Description: for all of Choso’s life he had believed in a higher being that could save him. As the older brother of 3 brothers orphaned at the church, he always had faith that it was god who saved them and brought them to safety after being alone on the streets. Dutiful to a fault, he would never dare to cross a line of the holy scripture he was taught. That was until a storied family came back to their peaceful community. A minister had moved back with his family and his daughter seemed like a gift from god himself. Beautiful, faithful, kind, and a fellow student of the father. How could he have known she’d be a hurricane set on breaking him completely.

Warnings: 18+, smut, religious themes, just slightly non-con, sub! choso x dom! reader, virgin! choso

A/N: I’ve wanted to write something about religion and corruption for awhile and finally got the motivation to do it. Originally I thought of this with Gojo but when I really thought about it, Choso definitely seemed like the better fit. This is not meant to belittle or demean anyone’s faith, just an idea based in fantasy and kink that I think is pretty hot. Also it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted! It’s so hard for me to actually finish writing something. I come up with the idea and start it but can never seem to find the end so I’m very happy with this. High chance I’ll make another part just because it was so enjoyable to write but I make no promises haha. Enjoy!

It was a busy day at the church with everyone eagerly preparing for the famed minister of the towns arrival. He was famous for his unwavering devotion to the lord and the help he brought to rebuild communities. Finally after his long mission across the country to help those in need, he was returning home with his family to fulfill his position once more. Choso had never met him before as he had only joined after he took his family to spread god’s power to others but he heard many stories of his heroics. How many people he saved with the word of Christ.

Choso diligently helped the older ladies carry the food they brought inside and made sure to clean every spec of dust in the chapel. Most importantly he made sure to drill it into his younger brothers heads that they had to be on their best behavior. Although good kids, they were getting to be the age where mischief was starting to run rampant and Choso could not let their first impression be that they were tricksters or heathens. He made sure to emphasize how important this was for all of them, and though they had pouty expressions, they agreed for the sake of their big bro.

“They’re here!” one of the younger ladies eagerly exclaimed, poking her head in briefly before scurrying off to tell the others.

After quickly giving his brothers one last warning, Choso too, made his was hastily to the front courtyard to welcome the family he’d heard so much about.

He immediately spotted one of the higher ranking priests shaking hands with a very polished looking man. Next to him stood who seemed to be his wife but his eyes were instantly drawn to the young woman who stood behind them. She smiled radiantly in a pretty floral dress that flowed in the calm breeze in sync with her hair. Choso was so enamored that he barely comprehended when your head turned to lock eyes with him. Gorgeous and bright, he felt himself slipping further away into your trance. He almost fell over when he saw the sweet little smile you aimed his way.

‘An angel’ he thought. A beautiful perfect angel who had come to bless him with their presence. Thoughts of how he could court you swirled through his head. Bring you freshly picked flowers for any occasion, politely open each door and take your hand for every stair. Would you look at him like that again? Could he make your cheeks flush? Would your father except him as good enough for his precious daughter?

He was so caught up in his daydreaming that he could barely remember how you ended up on top of him in a basement closet of the church.

This couldn’t be right.

He had to still be in his fantasies because how could it be that you, the shining beauty of his dreams was looking at him with such sultry eyes. How could it be that the ministers exemplary daughter had her dress hiked up to her hips while sitting on his stomach? How could it be that such a perfect angel looked like the embodied of lust.

That was right. Choso started to faintly remember the priest picking him out from the crowd to introduce him. Telling your father of how he was a wonderful student of the lord, completely dedicated and humble to boot. He remembered how your father had earnestly asked him to show you around after all the years you’d been gone. That it wasn’t often you got to interact with other people your age and that it’d be lovely if you could be friends. The angelic soft laugh you gave just to him as he lead you to the basement, mostly used for storage.

Ah yes. The reason he found himself in this position was when you opened the closet like you had never even forgotten the layout and pulled him in along with you.

Before he knew it your hands were cupping his face. Your head was dipping down closer to him and your breath was hot against his skin, “so pretty boy, tell me what you want.” oh heavens above. Every movement was leading him further and further into a depth he would not be able to repent from.

“P-please…. this isn’t right. We’re in the home of the lord, we- we aren’t even married!” careful not to touch you, Choso’s hand flew up to block his face from yours. You were a ministers daughter, there’s no way you wouldn’t know the debauchery you were partaking in right now. Which could only mean you were doing it purposefully, knowingly.

This time, your laugh hit him like a slap in the face. Not the same light and airy giggle from earlier, no. This was much more dark, “do you really think that old book dictates the laws of good and evil?” it couldn’t be, “Choso, was it? I imagine since you’ve never experienced a different path in your whole life you can’t begin to imagine a world where god doesn’t infiltrate your judgement,” his mind was spinning, how could you say such things with such a beautiful mouth?

The worst part was that he couldn’t move. No, that he didn’t want to move. Not when your hands unbuttoned his shirt with a practiced touch, not when your glossy lips kissed his neck, and not when your fingers grazed over his chest just for you to pinch one of his nipples. The forbidden fruit of desire was corrupting him faster than he could react, thoughts swirling so rapidly that he could barely think. Choso wasn’t strong enough to deny you, and his body yearned for your attention.

Too pretty. Too perfect. Too beautiful.

With every tweak, every kiss, his conviction slipped even further from his grasp. He could feel himself aching down there, one all too familiar to him. The same one he’d try his best to just pray away in the mornings and sometimes late at night. A sinful part of him he desperately wanted to ignore, “poor thing. I can feel you rock hard underneath me,” you spoke in a feigned pity. In a tone that reminded him of how mothers tend to their children’s needs, “I can help you. You’ll feel so good I promise.”

God, did he believe you. The way you’d touched him so far set his skin ablaze. Made him pine for more while part of his subconscious was still trying to reject you, “please oh please~” the words came out before he could process them, he barely registered that it was his voice. Never had he spoken so whiny and wantonly.

So you did. You made swift work of his belt and pulled his slacks down to just about his mid thigh. There lied the evidence of his transgressions. The spot on his black briefs that was dampening even more the closer your got. ‘So cute’ was the first thing that came to mind. You had no doubt that Choso was a virgin but seeing how desperately his adorable little cock wanted to be touched made you want to taint him even more.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

That was the only warning he got before your hands were freeing him from his confinement and your mouth was sloppily spitting on his dick. With a flick of your wrist he was coming undone.

If this was so wrong why did he feel like he was ascending to heaven?

‘Lord save me save me save me’ A rush of pleasure he never knew was possible came flooding through him. All he could do was cry your name and squeeze his eyes shut as wave after wave of unholy satisfaction wracked his body. He opened his eyes still in a daze of rapture and depravity. With his senses slowly coming back, he finally found the strength to push himself up to sit but he was instantly greeted with a horrific sight of his own creation.

You smiled sweetly at him once more but his semen had defiled your face,”Please forgive me, I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m so-“ with a light press of your index finger to his lips, you stopped his rambling; with the other you collected his cum from your face and stuck out your tongue to make Choso watch you lick it clean.

It was worth it to see his reaction. Flushed red, his hair sticking to his face, and eyes completely glossed over. Not to mention the wrecked state his body was left in. He was still shaking, probably from the shock to his system after such an intense orgasm.

“What a good boy~ shh shh I’ll help you.” and help you did. After grabbing your purse that you had carelessly thrown and finding the small pack of tissues tucked in the side, you gently wiped him down. Not only that, using your mini brush you fixed his hair back into the neat fluffy buns on each side of his head. Choso didn’t talk during the whole ordeal. His mind was elsewhere thinking of the divine punishment that awaited him.

By what means did he have to even be here anymore? After the sacrilegious acts he’d just partaken in he couldn’t think of how he would face anyone knowing what he committed in a place of the lord. He didn’t know how to process it all. The feelings that bubbled up inside finally burst as he broke out into tears, “I’m so terrible,” he sobbed out trying to stifle his cries, “god will never forgive me.”

Immediately you jump into action. Pull him into your chest and gingerly stroke the back of his head, let his tears stain your dress as he tried not to get any snot on you, “breathe, it’s okay. You’re okay. You have nothing to apologize for.” your words are so tender and caring that Choso almost believes you. Almost forgets all the verses that tell him just how much of a degenerate he was. Almost. Still, he just couldn’t rid himself of the guilt he felt. Remorseful for his actions— but even more so because he didn’t regret it.

He was just so helpless against the melodic ring of your voice. The way your hands felt against his skin, leaving him eager for more. You just made him feel so euphoric, never had he felt like he was seeing the gates of heaven when he’d sunk so deep into the pits of hell. There was something about you that he couldn’t deny. Even if a tiny voice in his head was telling him you were big trouble, a sinner, he was incapable of being truly upset with you.

So you sat there with him until his breath steadied. When you tried to pull away though, his arms pulled you back in. He just wanted to listen to the rhythmic beat of your heart a little more. Take in your scent for a little longer. How was it that the source of his grievances also gave him so much solace?

Why did you have to be so compassionate towards him?

[iiooris]

Daniel W1WD - The first time he took you headcanons/scenarios

Tw: kidnapping, delusional behavior, psychological manipulation, gaslighting, yandere themes, implied emotional abuse. Read with caution. I do not condone any harmful behavior shown here. This is purely fictional content made for storytelling and character analysis purposes based on the horror game wh4t 1 w0uldn’t d0 by s1ckh34d. All credit for the original character and concept goes to them.

☆He moves like smoke, already inside before your eyes even flutter open. The door was unlocked. Maybe you were tired. Maybe fate stepped in and he thinks you were finally ready. He watches you nap for a full minute not because he doubts himself. He's savoring it. Your eyelashes twitch, you sigh. He tilts his head, smiling like a man standing before a painting.

“I always knew you'd look small in my bed.”

The first thing you feel is pressure.

A hand on your mouth, soft but unyielding then another gripping your wrist.

☆He whispers your name like a lullaby, calm, soothing, fake. “Shhh don’t scream. It’s just me.” If you thrash, he grips tighter. If you cry, he murmurs how beautiful your voice is.

Wrapped in the same blanket he laid out for you weeks ago.

☆He cradles your weight like he’s lifting a gift oh he dreamt of this, of you, as his bride.

☆He speaks to you as if you're awake and willing in the truck bed, in the silence through the winding road back to the farm. “I know it’s scary.. But you’ll see you’ll feel it soon.”

A romantic first night together.

☆He’s not treating you like a prisoner yet. He’s treating you like a skittish animal or a frightened partner who just needs time to adjust.

☆He fantasized about laying you down in his bed for weeks. Strapping you to a chair is too clinical, too aggressive. It doesn’t fit his fantasy of domestic bliss. He’s convinced that if you just stay, you’ll come around. So restraints feel unnecessary to him at this stage. He’s still romanticizing it. He still thinks he can win you over without brute force.

You’re laid down, tucked in, maybe even kissed on the forehead while unconscious.

The door is locked. He sits nearby… just watching and waiting for you to wake up and finally see. This moment is huge for him since it’s the unveiling of the world he built for you.

The start of your new life so everything he does is carefully calculated to feel gentle, intimate, and deliberately non-threatening even though it’s deeply threatening.

☆He likely has precautions hidden ex: locked door, sedation, or tools nearby but doesn’t want you to see him as dangerous—not right away.

☆He’s been there for hours maybe all night. He didn’t sleep. He wanted to be the first thing you see when you wake up.

You’re disoriented. Groggy. Your limbs feel heavy. The sheets smell too clean.

“There you are. I thought today might be the day.”

☆He acts like he saved you, not abducted you. “You’re just in shock. That’s all. You’ll understand soon.” He lets you notice the lock on the door on your own watching your reaction with clinical fascination.

☆He would offer something simple like tea or water. It’s all part of his plan appear gentle, appear patient. He treats your fear like it’s temporary like a fever you’ll sweat out. If you throw it or reject it, he still keeps the tone sweet. But his eyes narrow just slightly. “You are home... this is yours, I made it for you.”

☆He’s playing a role.

In his head, he’s your partner. Your husband. The only one who truly understands you so everything he says feels rehearsed, practiced.

If you fight back during or shortly after waking up. Kicking, biting and screaming. Daniel doesn’t explode immediately. He doesn’t scream or beat you senseless.

No, he unravels quietly. You punch, shove, scream and he takes it. He doesn’t hit you back. In his head, this isn’t defiance. A natural stage of adjusting like a wild animal lashing out before learning to be tame.

If you failed to escape that's when the control tightens. He’s eerily clinical as he binds your wrists or straps you to the bed. “You don’t mean those words. I know that. You’re just panicking.” He says this while wiping your tears off your face.

☆Your mornings are quiet.

“Good morning, sweetheart. I let you sleep. You looked peaceful.” You’re never allowed to cook or touch sharp tools, but he makes your meals and tries to remember your preferences.

☆Breakfast, sitting on the porch together, chores? he does them all, midday nap he encourages it, dinner, reading. You can walk through certain rooms. Sometimes the door’s open sometimes he forgets to lock it but he’s always close by.

You’ve been here long enough to know that testing him means punishment not necessarily pain, but loss of comfort. A cold room, no dinner, no eye contact for a week.

☆He would give you gifts.

A comb or new sweater even if you barely react, he sees your silence as softness. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you love it.”

☆He hold your hand, hug you, kiss your forehead. He believes he’s earned it by now.

If you don’t pull away, he takes it as consent. If you flinch, he quietly withdraws but keeps bringing it up and if you do try to express boundaries, he’ll say “You’re just overwhelmed again. It’s alright, I’ll wait. I always wait for you...”

You forget what day it is every day is the same.

You don’t fight, but you’re not living either.

You’ve stopped speaking, because anything you say gets twisted into love.

You're aware this man is unwell.

[aroaessidhe]

I need to get better at posting about aspec books as I read them, not just quietly adding them to my database and mentioning in the bottom of my reviews lol so here's the last few months [no order]

The Keeper of Lonely Spirits - cozy fantasy. the MC is likely acespec - he's only been interested in two people in 200 years, mostly uncomfortable about it otherwise. (& I think I saw the author mention this also). He's gay and also immortal - and elderly, not like an immortal-20-year-old, which is nice. It's vague/brief enough that I probably would not read it for aceness though.

I finally read the Villains duology, everyone knows about it, it's solid, only a brief direct mention of his asexuality in book 2 but the vibes are there throughout.

Be The Sea - a slow character focused scififantasy, with a demisexual (nonbinary, autistic) MC, and an ace SC. asexuality is discussed quite a bit in the book. lots of things are discussed. the book is mostly discussions.

The Fallow Year / Holy Terrors - end of the little thieves trilogy! Vanja and Emeric are still demisexual. they both explore some other relationships in TFY - I've seen some opinions that it felt 'not very demi' of them but imo the way it was depicted felt pretty clear on the difference of attraction vs action? I would have been happy with not as much focus on their relationship in the latter books but it's fine it's a good series

This Ends in Embers - end of a YA fantasy duology with dragons and sisters. one MC is demi. it's only briefly brought up but she has a romance subplot that it's lightly woven into.

Kiss Me, Maybe - contemporary romance with a greyace lesbian MC. I wrote a bit in my review here, it's not bad

The End Crowns All - YA Cassandra/Helen Greek retelling fantasy with a sex-favourable ace lesbian MC. bit too long and slow for me, but her ace journey was nice.

Wearing The Lion - heracles retelling, aroace author, athena (minor character) is alloace which is briefly discussed in a scene. probably won't put this in my database, just mentioning it here tho

Cradle and Grave - postapoc horror with an aroace character - just a single mention. no romance.

The Ocean Hugs Hard - historical mystery w a bit of cosmic horror, ace man MC. the depiction of his asexuality felt pretty true to the historical setting and was decent and complex, just didn't love the book.

Limitless: Poetry of an Aromantic & Asexual Journey - what it says on the tin. i'm not really a poetry person

What Wakes The Bells - YA fantasy with a demisexual girl MC, m/f. I liked how it emphasised the friendship aspect of their relationship just as much. her brother is also aroace. the book was just okay.

We Are Villains - YA mystery/thriller from Kacen Callender. the main MC is aroace, briefly explored. very glad for more Black aspecs from a Black author! the book was.....okay.

Vagabonds! - great Nigerian contemporary fantasy with a couple of ace/aroace coded characters in the ensemble cast, though only really discussed in a few paragraphs. very good book.

Unbury The Bones / Boneless - a couple very short cozy fantasy mystery novellas about an aromantic vampire & the werewolf who's trying so so hard to be their friend

That’s What She Said - contemporary novel about two friends in their 20s, one is demisexual. it is very focused on her demisexuality which is done pretty well imo, unfortunately the other MC is arospec coded and then villainised for it (aromanticism is never brought up. it's just commitment issues or whatever, eyeroll)

The Chronicles of Nerezia - not new, I just read the most recent two books. 3 aroaces and a lesbian going on adventures and playing so many board games and trying to save the world

Come Drink With Me - chinese fairytale vibe novella about two immortals who live/work at an opera house, who are both aromantic. this isn't new I just reread it bc i've been meaning to for a while! read my bestie's books 🫵

Children of Ruin - unexpected major character in book 2 of this trilogy is mentioned to be asexual (implied aro). very much the asocial mad scientist stereotype and only mentioned the once, I wouldn’t really call this good representation. But I do like this kind of character and I also liked the books, so,

Black Salt Queen - again unexpected, a side character is an aroace woman. (just mentioned once). fingers crossed POV in book 2? idk

A Stage Over Ruthless Stars - YA sci-fi with an aroallo MC and gay MC. his being aro is pretty much just mentioned the once. the other MC also expresses disinterest in amatonormative 'when you settle down with a partner in the future' rhetoric. no romance.

Hallowed Be Her Flesh - another monster romance/erotica from emryn bird, sapphic with an ace MC and asexual-species angel LI

a couple books I've heard/ been reminded about recently and are on my hopefully-near-future tbr:

The Star Crossed Empire - space opera with an ace MC

The Map And The Territory - high fantasy with aroace MC(s?), been vaguely on my tbr for ages but I just got a copy.

A Crimson Covenant - sapphic vampire/werewolf romance, I believe one is demisexual

Threads of the City - demiromantic ace MC

Demon Song - an ace MC, I think

That Devil Ambition - it's a linsey miller book I'm sure there's an ace girl in there somewhere

Rising Ashes - Fallen Thorns sequel, aroace MC

One Morning Sun - book 3 in the Sãoni Cycle! aroallo & alloace MCs

(there are obviously MANY more I know about these are just. I do actually plan to read these soon)

[milykins]

The Turtle's Song

Hello everyone, I'm sorry I haven't been as active on here lately, but I finally have something to post.

I'm working off of this prompt from the lovely @thelaundrybitch

The turtles have, and continually practice a "Turtle Song." Their mate(s) or potential mate(s) is the only human that can hear/ reacts to said song. That's how they know the person is "The One."

This is my take on that prompt with Mikey of course and how his song leads him to the one he's meant to be with. I put a bit of a fairytale twist on it too. This one-shot is from the perspective of a female reader.

TW: Mention of mistreatment toward the reader and one instance of physical abuse towards the reader.

Special thanks to @adebauchedsloth for giving it a once-over!

Please continue reading under the cut and let me know if you enjoy reading it. Thank you!

For most of his life, Mikey had been humming a song, a tune unique only to him and the person he was meant to be with. That perfect person he could only dream about having. It was a legend, an ancient tale he’d beg his father to regale him with at bedtime. The Turtle’s Song. He didn’t know whether it was real or not, but he’d wanted so badly to believe it was. The human princess falls in love with a turtle creature because, out of every suitor, none could identify her song except for him.

Michelangelo had always been a romantic at heart, and for a long time, he believed that the perfect person was waiting for him somewhere. He waited, hopeful she’d come along, but as the years went by and he got older, the idea of true love started to fade, and a harsh reality threatened to take hold. Maybe it was just a childish fantasy—something only found in fairy tales. No, he refused to lose hope! He couldn’t allow himself to fall into that dark pit of despair; he refused to.

Mikey was thirty years young, according to him anyway. For the most part, his life was good. He and his brothers had continued with their sheltered lives, but their presence as the protectors of New York was no longer a big secret. Mikey was a popular video game streamer and had a sizable online following. He didn’t bother hiding his face because what was the point? There were no longer any dangerous threats to worry about. He and his brothers had saved the city multiple times and taken jobs from Chief Vincent on a regular basis. Humans, for the most part, had accepted him and his brothers. The only thing left to do was to leave the sewers and live among them as proper citizens of New York.

Mikey knew his mate was out there. He could feel it! One day, she'd hear his song and come shining into his life like a beacon of hope. He tried to imagine how she would look. Beautiful, of course, no matter what she looked like, with eyes that shone with kindness and hair like silk. Somehow, he knew she was a woman—sweet and lovely, with soft curves and rosy cheeks. He probably spent an unhealthy amount of time thinking about this mystery girl, but who could blame him?! His brothers had already all found their mates, and he wanted it to be his turn.

One day, when hope was almost lost, he heard it. The song. He didn't realize it then, but his mate was stuck, trapped in a loveless marriage to another man.

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You didn't think things could get much worse. Your witch of a mother-in-law, yet again, had taken time out of her day to remind you what a useless and incompetent wife you were, and your husband had been acting as cold as ever. You'd cry if you hadn't grown numb to this type of treatment long ago. If you weren't financially dependent on him and in need of a place to live, you'd have left a long time ago.

It was clear you were both miserable, yet every time you brought up the topic of divorce, he refused and warned that you would be homeless if you left him. So, you stayed, enduring the cruel treatment for years like some housebound Cinderella character, since it was your responsibility to keep the house in order. 

You had been married for several years, and though you tried, it seemed you were unable to have children with him. Labelled barren and useless by your mother-in-law and husband, you’d all but slipped into depression, feeling broken and deserving of the contempt directed toward you.

There were two things that brought you comfort in your darkest moments. First, there was tending to the rooftop garden at the top of your apartment building, and second, a soft, familiar melody that you hummed as you went to sleep. You’d been humming it since before you could talk. On those nights, you had a recurring dream. It was always the same. You could never make out his face, but he was familiar, kind, and more than willing to take you away from all of this. You felt the outpouring of love and affection, so pure and beautiful it made you want to weep.

You couldn't shake the feeling that this was who you were meant to be with, and lamented the fact that he wasn't real. Such things didn't exist in real life, after all. No Prince Charming was coming to save you, and the sooner you accepted that, the sooner you would save yourself from any further heartbreak.

Still, you craved those dreams. Your only escape from reality was a pair of baby-blue eyes and the words, 'You are my mate.'

It seemed hopeless, as if things would never get any better, so you had to suck it up and keep it together as best as you could. Still, the dreams of your saviour kept that flicker of hope alive. You started hiding money from your husband, squirrelling it away in a metal tin to buy your freedom. You hummed the song while you worked, the melody bringing you comfort and helping you stay positive. You were careful not to let it show around your husband or his mother, in case they suspected anything.

One day, you were leaving, and nothing was going to stop you.

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On particularly lonely nights, Mikey often took to the rooftops for some peace, taking time for himself to think and reflect. It was one of those days when everything felt like too much. It seemed as though his brothers were being extra affectionate with their mates. Their actions, though not deliberate, only served to stir up unpleasant feelings of jealousy within him. He had to get out of there.

Moving swiftly into the night, Mikey decided to explore a little. For once, he allowed his instincts to guide him, jumping across rooftops and taking in the sights and sounds of the city as he went. He couldn’t explain it, but it felt like there was somewhere he needed to be right now.

His actions brought him to a charming little rooftop garden. Clearly, someone had invested time and effort into maintaining it, as the plants and flowers appeared lush and healthy.

His heart nearly leapt out of his chest when he saw her, and his song stirred deep within his soul. The moment was cathartic, and he instantly knew she was the one. Staying hidden in the shadows, he watched her tend the garden, humming to herself as she deftly snipped dead flowerheads and watered the plants that needed it.

Feeling his heart swell even more, Mikey’s eyes filled with tears as he was completely overwhelmed by emotion. She was humming the song, his song, like a siren in the night. After all this time, he’d finally found her, and she was just as beautiful as he’d always imagined.

Everything inside him was screaming to make his presence known, yet he remained frozen in hiding. How was he supposed to approach her without scaring her? He’d imagined this moment a hundred thousand times in his head, but nothing compared to actually experiencing it. 

He was almost ready to throw caution to the wind when he saw something that made his heart sink. She had moved close enough that he could see a wedding band on her left hand. His face crumpled with sadness when he realized she was taken. Someone had found her before he did, and from her demeanour, he could only assume she was happy.

He left quickly, crushed with the weight of his discovery. She wasn’t his, she’d never be his, and he would never experience the kind of relationship his brothers shared. Fated to be alone forever. He ran, tears streaming down his face until he could no longer see where he was going. He sobbed, clutching his chest with each heaving breath.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she was meant for him, wasn’t she? He’d expected her to be wary at first, but ultimately come to her own realization that this was right. That they were meant to be together.

Another terrible thought crossed his mind. What if she had children? There was no way. Even if he had announced his presence, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to tear the family apart. As much as it hurt, he’d just have to accept that this was never going to turn out the way he thought it would. 

He hated the idea of heading home, feeling like a failure and a loser, the only one of his brothers who would remain alone forever. The last shred of hope had been torn away from him the moment he realized he’d never have her.

For the next few days, he kept to himself, staying in his room and only coming out to eat or use the washroom. All attempts to speak with him were met with one-word answers or silence. Everyone was becoming quite concerned, but none more than their father, who was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

On one of Mikey’s trips to the kitchen and back, the old rat thumped his walking stick on the floor to catch his youngest son’s attention.

“You will join me for a cup of tea.” It was a simple request, yet one his son could not easily refuse. He could see his resolve was hanging by a thread and longed to ease his troubles, whatever they may be.

Hesitantly, Mikey followed, his footsteps heavy, as if even his small trip to his father’s room took more effort than necessary. He watched as his father lowered himself neatly onto his cushion and gestured for him to do the same.

“Kneel before me, my son.” Mikey did as he was told, still reluctant to speak as Splinter gently placed a small cup of tea into his hands. “Tell me what is troubling you. What has happened?”

Mikey knew that if he were to explain everything, he would break down completely. He sipped his tea and resolved to keep it together, instead directing his anger and frustration at the one person who could and would handle it.

“You lied.”

“To what are you referring to?” Was his father’s calm reply.

“You told us…” His voice was shaking a little. “That we would find our…” His hand clenched around the cup as he swallowed thickly. “The one who could hear our song…”

“Ah, your song? I assure you, I did not bend the truth in any way.” He sipped, ready for his son’s next outburst of emotion.

“YES, YOU DID!” Mikey slammed the cup down, causing the small wooden table to shake slightly from the force. “It’s never gonna happen for me! There must’ve been some mistake, some kind of fucking mixup because she’s…!”

Still remaining calm as ever, Splinter began to piece things together. Everything was about to be explained. “You have found her, haven’t you?”

Mikey’s lip trembled as he slowly nodded, furiously wiping at his eyes. “I was stupid to think it could happen for me…” His father patiently waited for him to explain, placing his aged hand upon his.

Speaking barely above a whisper, Mikey looked down at his knees. “She’s… she’s married… I saw the ring…”

Though his heart went out to his son, Splinter knew there had to be more to this. “Oh, my son, I can imagine the pain you must have felt, but I must remind you, fate makes no mistake. You must dig deeper if she is truly the one.”

I can’t...” he mumbled. “I’m not a homewrecker…” There was no holding back the tears that came streaming down his cheeks. His heart was broken, caught in a vice-like grip of despair. He angrily wiped at them until his father gave his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Michelangelo, do not be so quick to mourn. You assume it to be a happy marriage, yet she, and she alone, is the only one who can hear your song. There are far too many unanswered questions that must be addressed. You must go back.” His words were firm with an air of finality.

His crying had stopped, his father’s words making him reflect on a few things. He was right; Mikey hadn’t stayed long enough to see the full picture. Could her marriage be a happy one? Maybe it wasn’t. In fact, it was entirely possible she married the wrong person.

Sucking in a breath, Mikey suddenly feared that maybe her husband didn’t treat her well. Maybe she was in trouble. “Dad, I..!”

“Go to her.” He sipped his tea calmly. “I sense that you are needed.”

Mikey was up and out of that room in a flash. His heart was pounding as he raced through the tunnels to the surface. Hold on, I’m coming!

This was it. You were finally getting out of there. Having gathered enough money, you packed a bag and waited for him to fall asleep before retrieving your stash. You’d placed it in a small metal box that you buried in the soil of the rooftop garden.

When you went to retrieve it, you were horrified to find that it was missing, no longer where you had carefully hidden it just days earlier. After a few frantic moments of searching, you heard mocking laughter behind you and froze.

“Looking for this?” It was your mother-in-law carefully holding the object in mind, a smug look on her face.

You felt your stomach drop as you stammered. “Th-that’s… how did you—?“ This was not good. You were screwed, and things were about to get even worse.

“I knew you were worthless, I didn’t know you were a filthy little thief, girl.” she spat. “Good luck explaining this to the police.” She was already pulling out her phone, and you were panicking.

“W-wait! I was just trying to-“

Slap!

It was your husband, having appeared behind his mother just as you were trying to prevent her from calling 911. “You steal from me? I gave you a home, food to eat, and this is how you repay me, you ungrateful bitch?!”

“I want a divorce!” You sobbed, holding your cheek. “Just let me leave!”

Mikey heard the slap and felt it reverberate through his very soul. Someone was hurting her, his mate, and in that moment, he saw red. Fuck staying hidden; she was in trouble, and he had to act now. 

Before you even had a chance to shed a tear, you heard his mother emit a blood-curdling scream and felt something rush past you with a swiftness that did not seem possible. Something resonated within you as your husband was knocked to the ground with a yelp of pain while clutching his nose. It was the song you’d been humming for years; you could feel it deep within your soul. Could it be...?

Your husband's mother was still screaming about a monster and yelling into the phone that she needed officers there now before it killed her son!

You felt absolutely no fear as you focused your gaze on the large creature? Turtle? Turtleman? Then he turned, worry and fear etched on his face, as he seemed to prepare himself for you to pull out your phone and call the police on him as well.

His eyes… bluer than the sky on a perfect summer’s day met yours, and you gasped aloud. You knew those eyes, you knew him! He’d finally come for you, and when he'd determined that you weren’t going to run from him, he quickly offered his hand to you.

“Come with me, I’m gonna get you outta here.”

You didn’t think twice. Taking his offered hand, you were swept into his arms and carried off into the night, away from the two people who had caused you so much pain, mistreated you for years, and were still faintly screaming in the distance. 

This turtleman was covering a lot of ground very quickly, but you held on tight, armed with the knowledge that you were finally safe.

Once both of you were far enough away, he gently set you on your feet and took a few steps back, feeling the need to give you some space while speaking very quickly.

“…Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to—the police were on their way, and he was hurting you and I just-“

You silenced him, holding your hand up. Now was not the time for explanations and regrets. You needed answers.

Clearing your throat, you began to hum, starting low and hesitant before increasing in volume and pitch to see how he would react.

Mikey stood rooted in place for a few seconds. Happy tears began streaming down his cheeks as he gently took your hands, his own low-pitched voice blending with yours until you both were humming and crying, overwhelmed with happiness and the joy of finally finding each other after all this time. 

“It really is you…” you smiled, managing to choke out the words.

Mikey squeezed your hands. He felt a mix of relief and inner peace as he managed to rein himself in emotionally. He needed to know why you seemed to know him already. “H-how come you weren’t scared of me?”

You did the same, taking a few deep breaths before speaking. “I dreamt about you, I knew your eyes and your voice, you told me you were going to rescue me and take me away from… him." You waited a moment before continuing, feeling the need to explain everything.

Now, Mikey was getting the full picture. Yes, you were married, but it wasn’t the happy union he thought. There were no children involved either. He listened as you spoke about how you’d been saving money for years, planning your escape, and how you’d been caught that very night. He understood you needed to keep up appearances beforehand, which meant wearing your wedding ring and acting the part of the meek little housewife. 

Said ring was most definitely absent now. You’d left it on his side table with a note.

“I’ve already got the papers in order for the divorce, I just need to—” Your final words lingered on your tongue as he tugged you close against his chest, wrapping his warm, muscular arms around you. The way he held you made you feel as if he was afraid you’d disappear on him—careful, gentle, yet reassuring.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. “I should’ve found you sooner, I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that.” He spoke with such regret that it made you want to cry all over again. “I promise, no one is ever going to hurt you again.”

In theory, this was crazy. You’d only just met him and didn’t even know his name! Yet, it all felt right. Being in his arms felt so natural. You’d never experienced a feeling this with anyone before, and somehow, you knew he was being honest with you.

“What’s your name?” The words were whispered against his chest as you tilted your head to look up at him.

“Michelangelo, but call me Mikey… heck, you can call me whatever you want. What’s yours?”

You giggled, telling him your name in return before asking another question. “What is this? How did I know your song without ever meeting you?”

Now it was Mikey’s turn to speak, and he started from the beginning, weaving together the classic origin story of him and his brothers along with the old legend. “My brothers have already found their mates… I was the last one.” He finished quietly.

Oh, your heart just about broke hearing that. He’d been searching for you all this time.

“Hey… better late than never, right?” This was your attempt to lighten the mood, and it worked. He smiled and squeezed you a little tighter before letting go slightly.

“Um, I know this is a lot to take in, but is it okay if I take you home with me? I won’t send you back to them, but if you’re not ready, we could find a hotel for you or something.”

It was very sweet of him to be so considerate of your feelings and you took a moment to think over your options. You knew your now ex-husband would have told the police that a ‘monster’ punched him in the face and that his wife tried to steal his money, but you hadn’t actually taken any of it. You doubted he had a case anyway and found the idea of separating yourself from your hero to be quite unpleasant indeed.

“I’ll go home with you.”

The way his face lit up, you’d think he had just been told he won a million dollars. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. It was all so fantastical and unbelievable, yet he was right here, standing before you like the lead character in a romance novel.

You thought he might kiss you to complete that little fantasy, but he shyly backed away from it and offered to carry you again instead.

Things moved quickly after that. Mikey took you into his home, a cozy underground lair where he and his brothers took refuge with their father and partners.

He narrowly evaded getting an earful from his older brother in blue as he stepped aside, letting you come into view. You shyly waved with a small “hello.”

He was warmly congratulated by everyone, as each member of the clan came out to greet you. They were so pleased and relieved that he had found you. Although the situation was complicated, you were assured that everything would be taken care of. It felt like another one of your dreams, how they all welcomed you so effortlessly. You’ve never seen this level of kindness and acceptance before.

His purple-banded brother, who was something of a tech genius, immediately began sorting out the situation with the police. It turned out that Mikey and his brothers had a partnership with the NYPD and thus had protection against incidents like this. No charges would be laid against you either, and your divorce would be finalized the next day. 

The brothers offered to retrieve your belongings, which you gratefully accepted. Some of your heirlooms were irreplaceable, and you wanted your clothing returned.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Mikey sensed that you were tired and guided you to his room to rest. You both still felt a little shy, especially when you borrowed one of his T-shirts to sleep in. He politely turned around to give you privacy to change.

Though you were tired, when the two of you lay in his bed facing each other, you found yourself full of questions. What did he like to do? His favourite foods? You wanted to know everything about him, and he was more than happy to explain.

He accepted you fully and completely, even after you told him you feared you couldn't have children. Mikey was quick to reassure you that there was no rush and it was likely that your ex was the problem, not you.

In the early hours of the morning, you had slipped into his arms again, feeling sleepy and content, with a sense of peace you had never experienced before.

“Mikey…? I want…”

He knew and carefully placed his hand on the back of your head. A gentle press of your lips to his, and he was gone, lost in the feeling of you. The song within you both ringing true in your hearts.

If you didn’t believe in fate before, you certainly do now. It was truly like a dream come true, and if you were Cinderella in this situation, then Mikey was Prince Charming, the perfect fit for you, just like the glass slipper.

The End

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[galpalaven]

i think the fact that veilguard removed all interest in anything for me is insane. i dont even want to play final fantasy. do you know how fucking messed up i have to be to not have the energy or will to sit at my desk and be mentally ill about final fantasy??

ive never had finishing a game give me idk. sub/dom drop after finishing it to the point that i lose all interest in creative or fun things in general. its absolutely wild in the worst possible way

[angel-sephiroth]

How can you want this, Sephiroth? How can you want an eternity of loneliness?

[blaintism]

cloud & tifa (9/?)

[lesoldatmort]

Happy first day of autumn!! 🍂🍁 … at the Shinra Mansion. Vincent must be excited.

[rottenpumpkin13]

As much as I love Crisis Core and Zack, this part always makes me lose my shit, because WHAT IS CLOUD SUPPOSED TO DO? 😭

[shitpostingkats]

A media: *shows two characters having a deep and intimate relationship that is emotionally loadbearing to both parties so they depict them doing stereotypical romantic actions, but for whatever reason (censorship/fan reaction/story's general disinterest in romance/etc.) never make them a canon couple*

My aromantic ass:

[icearts]

Nobody is talking about how Angeal and Sephiroth are exact opposites in EC and it's making me unwell so I'm gonna dump it.

Have some pictures of their 2D renders for fun

Prepare yourself, this rant is a little long (but don't worry there's visual aids)

There's more obvious tells out there, like their body language and overall postures, Angeal is generally more open and Sephiroth is generally more guarded.

However, notably, this carries into how they hold their weapons throughout all of their appearances, even in Crisis Core

Fair warning, my source is multiple Google articles so prepare for some inaccuracy and uncertainty. Feel free to correct me.

Sephiroth carries his sword in an ox guard, which has the purpose of intimidating your opponent while also having the sword protect your vital organs.

Angeal's sword is held in a plow guard, which operates a bit like a fool's guard (I actually thought it was one at first), making yourself look more open to attacks to Provoke an enemy into coming in. Unlike the fools guard, the plow guard gives you a quicker maneuverability to strike first once the opponent comes in.

This is really important for their fighting styles, as Sephiroth is quick and deadly, meanwhile Angeal (i think the game refers to his character type as a Provoke Tank) always stands somewhat in front of Seohiroth and tries to draw in hits, acting as a shield. They have the sword and shield dynamic

BUT ITS ALSO RELEVANT TO THEIR PERSONALITIES you see Sephiroth acts cold and bitter, trying to keep people at arm's length, especially raw after EC Part 1 where he and his past friends had a Not Great Time (I won't give the recap sorry it'll take too long and I'm laser focused rn). Anyways, Sephiroth, much like his stance, tries to intimidate people into staying back. He will not let himself look vulnerable to attacks.

Meanwhile, Angeal is more open and friendly, taking Sephiroth's briskness and impoliteness in stride. He's open and welcoming even when Sephiroth's defense is his offense.

They're also both well trained with swords, so they can probably infer a lot about each other's personalities through how they hold their blade. Angeal seeing Sephiroth as someone who is guarded and closed off, avoiding getting hurt by being the first to lash out. Sephiroth views Angeal as being too open and vulnerable, and may even have a presumption that, like his fool's guard, Angeal is baiting Sephiroth into getting close enough that he can attack him the second he's open. It's good shit.

Next up: the weird purple-vignetted dreams they get in EC

So there's some spooky shenanigans going on in this story. I have my own predictions as to what's going on, but for future's sake, at the time of writing this is am only 2 chapters in. I'll try to be more direct to context and then provide my future game predictions at the end. Cool? Cool.

So we know based on canon that Sephiroth's dream isn't a memory, or an event or anything like that. So by process of elimination, Angeal's is the same way. Plus

Little confirmation here that Angeal always felt unable to care for his parents, which hurts me so bad btw. Anyways, analysis time.

Sephiroth fantasizes about being cared for and reassured. He wants to know what it's like for someone to love him unconditionally, he cannot even imagine the possibility. This dream shows him exactly that, his mother making him food and telling him she's always been there for him and they've always has this. In the dream, he believes it although is confused by conflicting memories. She's momentarily able to convince him that he is cared for and loved by her. In reality, he's never met his mother (her name isn't Jenova either, but that's a story for another day).

Angeal fantasizes about being to care for others. He wants to help his village, create a strong community, care for his parents and make it so they do not have to work so hard. He wants everyone to feel safe, secure, and rested and he is willing to carry all of the work on his shoulders to the best of his ability. His dream shows him doing exactly that, which based on the falsehood of Sephiroth's dream, means it's a false memory and he never was able to care for his parents for whatever reason. Really hopeful the game will tell us soon. Maybe he did try but it wasn't enough. Maybe he was weak because they didn't have enough food. Who knows.

Also, for context, Tetsuya Nomura (FF7 director) did confirm that Angeal's father has a chronic illness and died shortly after Angeal joined SOLDIER, after having worked himself to death. So Angeal dreaming of these memories of helping his dad to support his grateful but guilty mother is likely very much influenced by a sense of grief or guilt.

Then in the next chapter, these dreams happen again.

The Banorans obviously either did not make this promise or did not act on it, seeing the state Angeal's family is in in Crisis Core, his dad having worked himself to death when he was a young recruit and his mother being in a very grief-stricken and detached state.

So this plays into how they view the world. Sephiroth longs for someone to protect him from the world he's observed to be cruel and cold. He mentions this in dialogue talking about how they world views anything different as a monster. Even SOLDIERs to which Angeal promises himself that he'll help Sephiroth see that people are not all like that.

Sephiroth is jaded and distant to protect himself, as he thinks the world will turn on him in a moment's notice. Angeal, however, holds an optimistic worldview. He believes people want to help each other and everyone wants to help each other to the best of their ability.

So they're very much opposites, but they're also exactly what each other needs. Angeal needs to feel needed and helpful, protecting people who trust and depend on him. He is friends with every SOLDIER, able to recognize them at a first glance (ironically he does not do this for Alissa but I may wait to share my theories about her). Sephiroth is guarded but secretly longs to be cared for. See where I'm going with this?

So based on how these dreams are going, they're definitely being influenced by some kind of force or another. Personally I think it's Jenova itself, as Jenova has the power to do this and to transform things into projections of loved ones in order to garner their trust (much like Kadaj does in The Kids are Alright). My prediction for where the climax of this story is gonna go is that Angeal is going to have to protect Sephiroth from these visions, and Sephiroth learns that unconditional love can come from friendship and camaraderie, not just maternity. It's gonna be great. I have entire scenes mapped out in my head about this.

They're a sword and shield, Sephiroth being quick to strike and Angeal always being there to defend. It's one of my favorite dynamics ever. Their appearances also contrast, most notably in their hair color.

They both have a resigned acceptance about the implausibility of their fantasies. Sephiroth does not have a mother to care for him, and Angeal cannot save everyone. The foil of their dynamic is so magnetic it hurts. I will scream if I see Angeal make pumpkin soup for Sephiroth in the future.

My rants getting distracted so I'll cut it off here. Merry Crisis

[ora-oblivionis]

you know what hell yeah

[cigarette-catgirl]

people of limsa fucking lominsa

[wheel-of-time80]