#seraph of the end x reader imagines

[yandere-romanticaa]

Cold blue eyes glossed over the city as his blonde hair tousled against the wind as he drowned in his uncertainty and anxiousness. City patrol was something that Mikaela had gotten used to and something he would actually actively choose to do. No one really questioned why he did what he did, to his fellow vampires he was always the odd one out, an eccentric fellow in his own way. Everything he ever did and felt was kept tightly under wraps and the reason for tonight's escape was no different from usual.

He was on the lookout for his favorite little human but Mikaela wouldn't be caught dead saying that out loud.

Against all odds you had befriended him a few months prior and the two of you decided that it would be best if you kept your friendship a secret. If anyone from either side found out there would be nothing but trouble or quite possibly an execution if any higher-up caught wind of these scandalous affairs.

Mikaela felt a strange sense of pleasure and comfort in the fact that he was protecting you. In his eyes you had no place in the army - you were far too weak, could barely hold any weapon in your hands and would always lose any sparring session you had with him without fail.

The thought of abandoning everything in order to run away with you came to his mind a lot more often then he felt comfortable admitting.

To any outsider Mikaela was either a vampire or a soldier, someone to use and toss away once he could no longer being anything useful to the table. That or he was a walking target, something to take down and bury six feet beneath the ground.

Neither one of those options were to his tastes if he were being honest.

The barren city landscape beneath him stretched out for what seemed to be into the very ends of the world, a cruel taunt of his current predicament. Peace was something hard to come by and even harder to maintain.

That is why he needed to do what he did.

Keeping you safe was his top priority and no creature, dead, alive or anything in between could stop him. Mikaela Hyakuya was determined to turn his dreams into a reality and the first step was to ensure that he kept you safe and in good health. The only way in life one can go is forward and that is exactly what he was planning on doing.

[ennvisin]

Blood in the Cut ║ Ferid Bathory x Reader Cross posted on Archives of Our Own

Rating: Mature; SFW no smut Warnings: Blood and injury, blood drinking, undertones of dubious consent, aphrodisiac use in the form of vampire venom

Summary: Poor clumsy little human pet… A slip of the hand while cutting vegetables leaves you with a bad gash on your palm. Thankfully your loving Vampiric owner Ferid Bathory knows just what to do in order to take care of your poor injured hand. Don't worry little lamb… everything will be okay. (AKA Ferid "cleans" your wound with his tongue and you get high and aroused from his venom.)

“Now now my dearest little lamb, what have you gone and done to yourself this time?” An unmistakably sweet voice singsongs from behind you. The sudden heavy presence causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

  Ferid Bathory.

 “Poor thing… did you hurt yourself? Don’t be shy let me see.” The vampire croons gently against the shell of your ear, now suddenly much too close for comfort. Before even getting the chance to turn and face him, the progenitor crossed into the kitchen and now looms over you like a ghost. You can feel the cool brush of his breath as he talks down to you. Subconscious alarm bells sound off in the back of your mind as primal instincts awaken and tell you to run.

 You whirl around in fear to face the vampire with kitchen knife in hand ready to strike. This seems to amuse Ferid as he chuckles down at your startled expression, your pupils blown wide as adrenaline courses through your veins. He traps you between his tall slender body and the countertop, lithe arms caging you in on either side. Slow and careful as though approaching a feral animal the vampiric noble reaches out to slide the knife from your hand. Calculating irises examine the blade, the cool steel stained with a tiny fleck of your own blood. In that moment you swear you can see his catlike pupils constrict with interest.

 “It seems I was correct in my assumption.” Lord Ferid chuckles darkly in the back of his throat. Slowly he sets the knife down on the countertop beside you. “Humans are so fragile. Such a shame when they are so clumsy. Posing a threat to even themselves.” He hums with that sickening saccharine smile. You clench your jaw and tense when he reaches to trail his fingers down the arm that you keep firmly clutched behind your back.

 “Hiding your injury is a fruitless effort. I could smell it from across the manor.” Ferid reaches an elegant hand to stroke his knuckles against your cheek. He pauses to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, before guiding your gaze up to meet his own with two fingers poised beneath your chin. He touches you as though you are made of porcelain causing a sweet rosy flush to rise to your cheeks. When he strokes his thumb across your lower lip butterflies burst in the pit of your stomach. Your pulse races.

 “I was cutting vegetables for a soup, but my hand slipped…” You try and explain in a small voice. It is so hard to keep eye contact with the progenitor so your gaze flicks down to observe the ruffled lace of his cravat. The gash on your hand throbs as you feel blood steadily trickling out from the wound. It was almost certainly dripping down onto the cutting board of diced carrots and celery ruining your hard work. You didn’t know how Ferid kept his self-control. If he could smell your blood from across the house, the kitchen must be inundated with your scent. Any other vampire would have been driven into a frenzy. Yet here the progenitor stands gently caressing your face in an attempt to coax you out of your anxiety around him.

 “Just relax darling.” Ferid soothes sweetly. “I just need to take a look at the injury. I wouldn’t want my favorite pet bleeding out on me now would I?” The nobleman asks rhetorically. His hand leaves your face and reaches to grip the wrist hidden behind your back. Ferid’s touch borders on forceful hinting at his true vampiric strength hidden behind his carefully crafted mask. Despite my better judgement I try and pull my arm away.  “It’s only a small cut Lord Ferid.” You mutter in an unsure voice. The vampire chuckles as his smirk widens showing off the pointed edges of his fangs. He saw through you as clearly as a windowpane. “I will run it under some water and patch it up. Promise.”

“Ah, ah. There is no getting out of this.” Ferid coos as he pulls at your wrist with his iron strength. It hurt to resist. “You may either submit willingly… or I can bend you to my will. The choice is yours little lamb.”

But of course… the truth was you really had no say in the matter. You could either show him the bleeding gash on your hand, or have your wrist broken as he wrenched it out from behind you. Within the walls of the Bathory mansion there was no such thing as choice or free will. Only the promise and illusion of it to make you feel as though Ferid didn’t completely own you.

 You close your eyes and allow the vampire to pull your arm from behind your back. He hums in quiet approval of your choice as his fingertips tuck between your own and pull your bloody fist apart. You let out a soft whimper as your injured palm is exposed to the air and the progenitor’s awaiting eyes. Fear begins to creep back into your mind and you start to shake in his grasp. Was he going to drain you right then and there? Is this where you were going to die?

 “Shh…” Comes Ferid’s voice as he inspects the cut. Gently he prods at the tender flesh cooing softly at you each time you flinch and whimper. His serpent smile indicates how much he is enjoying himself at your expense.  

 “You poor little thing.” He condescendingly hums before running his fingertip up the expanse of the gash, smearing the pooled blood in his wake. You flinch and cry out softly, trying to pull away from the sting of his touch. “It’s quite deep… you must be in terrible pain.” The vampire’s ruby eyes glint sadistically in the light clearly entertained by your suffering. Suddenly Ferid grips you firmly by the wrist before taking a step forward. He forces you back against the granite countertop and presses his body against yours. His hips pin you in place as his head lowers to the opening on your palm. Your heart jumps into your throat as his lips part revealing rapidly elongating fangs.  “Don’t! Please!” You gasp out in a panic, and much to your surprise… Ferid pauses. His slit pupils flick up to meet your gaze before he chuckles gentle as ever. In a careful fluid motion he brings his lips to caress your pulse point on your wrist. Your mind spins in confusion at the sudden tenderness of the kiss.

 “Easy now little lamb.” He whispers and meets your gaze with eyes half lidded. Silvery white lashes flutter as he presses his lips along your pulse once more. The faintest stain of your blood paints his lips from where he’d laid his kisses. “Relax for me now, I am not going to hurt you. It’s all going to be okay.” Ferid whispers in a melodic tone much like a siren luring it’s prey. He speaks to you low and intimate; sweet reassurances only for you to hear. You can’t help the way you react to his gentle words, tension in your shoulders beginning to melt away as your breathing slows. He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, smiling so tenderly at you as your apprehension fades from your subconscious. For a moment as you stare mindlessly into vibrant eyes the color of the lycoris flowers, you could almost forget that he was a vampire. The backlighting from the lanterns on the walls set him in an ethereal glow making him appear almost angelic. Almost.

The illusion is soon broken when Ferid dips low to swipe his tongue along the length of the gash on your hand. Your gasp of shock breaks the still silence in the air. The pain of the motion is so intense you can’t help but try and wrench your arm out of his grasp.

Tears prick in your eyes as he drags his tongue up the wound for a second swipe, but to your surprise it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first lap.  “Hush my love… don’t fight it. This will help ease the pain.” Ferid purrs against your palm before continuing to lick at the cut. He is gentler this time when he delves back in, moving slow and sure as the tip of his tongue prods at the deepest points of the wound. You bite back a whimper at the strange feeling, something warm starting to boil in the pit of your stomach. Goosebumps prickle up your neck, and your entire hand tingles with a familiar pleasurable warmth. The pain all but a distant memory now, it finally dawns on you the purpose of this exchange.

His venom… in his saliva… that was his play.

 Ferid smiles against your palm as your body goes slack against his. In a matter of minutes his venom takes it’s hold, weakening your muscles and filling your head with clouds. There is no more pain only warmth rapidly spreading to every part of your body. Your breathing is labored and hot as you lay defenseless against the progenitor. Butterflies of pleasure erupt in your stomach each time he draws blood from the open wound. It feels so good. It always does when he feeds from you. You could die happily in this euphoria, no longer caring if he were to drink you dry. Vampires were truly the apex predator. Their venom delivering such a quick and potent high, their victims easily giving in and becoming addicted to their bite.

 It is over all too soon as Ferid finally pulls away. Your blood coats his lips and drips from the side of his mouth but really you don’t much care. You blink up at him with your head completely empty, still riding the high from the dose of his venom.

 “There we go. Such a good pet.” Ferid praises as he reaches behind you to grab a cloth off the countertop. Quickly he wraps your wounded hand before lifting you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “Your blood is always so sweet. Not a single drop should ever go to waste.” The vampire muses as he smirks down at your blissful expression. Your eyes feel so heavy as you stare up at him in a daze. He coos at you in mock pity before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

 “Let’s go get your injury properly cleaned and bandaged.” The vampire says in a cheery tone mostly to himself. He begins to carry you out of the kitchen and up to one of the many lavish bedrooms within his manor. “When we are done, I hope we can follow up on that little snack you gave me.” From your vantage point in his arms you can clearly see the glint of his fangs as he tells you his plans. “It seems I find myself hungry for more.”

[atomic-taco-muffin]

May I request headcannons with yandere Mika and yandere Yu (Seraph of The End) with a very dense but innocent and sweet reader?

Yay! More Seraph of the End content!

Yandere Mika and Yu x Innocent but dense GN!Reader Headcanons 

Warnings: It’s been a while since I’ve done yandere content but things are gonna be dark here (somewhat). If this content makes you uncomfy, then PLEASE skip

Rating: SFW

To start off, the three of you knew each other while in the orphanage. 

The three of you were very close even when the vampires invaded and took over. 

You were able to escape with Yu while Mika was “dead” 

Years later, you and Yu found Mika while on the field. 

Sure it was a happy moment, for you

But for them, it was a moment of possession. 

Now this could go two ways (I’m gonna let you guys decide which one you like better. Maybe I could write a fic on that if you would like) 

Either both of them want you or only one of them wants you to themselves and will fight each other to the death. 

Of course you wouldn’t notice the way they would act cause of how dense and innocent you were. 

Now since Mika is a vampire, he is willing to say goodbye to his humanity if he could get a taste of your blood. 

In the end, you’re stuck with two yandere boys who have no idea what to do. Good luck honey 

[married-to-google-translater]

yandere mikaela wuth fem reader {is human} and his cousin?

That is platonic headcanon

Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya

Who would be an overprotective cousin?

Yes, Mikaela would definitely.

It doesn't matter if you are older than him.

For him, you are always a person who needs his protection.

You were in the same orphanage.

His overprotectiveness started even then.

And it only got stronger during the rise of the vampires.

Mikaela would like to take care of you.

You and his "family" wouldn't have to worry about anything.

But then you try to escape and the shit hits the fan.

You know what I'm talking about…

Mikaela just wanted you and Yuu back alive.

He was sure you were alive.

Mikaela just feels it.

Your reunion will be very emotional.

Mikaela will surely hug you.

He doesn't want to let go anymore.

Literally.

Bad humans can't take advantage of you anymore.

Mikaela will also be really affectionate.

Lots of hugs.

He wouldn't directly punish you.

BTW Mikaela will have a heart attack if you have started dating.

[floareadeaur]

What kind of woman do you think Ferid would be the most attracted to? Not specifically in looks, but more about her personality and ideals.

• Series: Owari no Seraph/ Seraph of the End

• Pairing: Ferid Bathory x female!reader

• Author's words:

I thought about how I could better describe this ideal of his. I did not just want to list a technical description of an ideal woman, but rather to organically pencil why someone like her would be his ideal. And why would this ideal girl want Ferid.

And I ended up with quite a lot of philosophy.

But honestly, I like it. I felt that what I write is alive. I think I could describe this ideal a lot more and the dynamic between him and her is fascinating to me.

How about we ship Ferid with this ideal of a woman?

Thank you very much for your interest in my thoughts. If you still want to know what their dynamic would be like, their discussions, their philosophies, just ask. I would be happy to discuss this topic.

Otherwise, enjoy and kind feedback is welcome! I wish a good day to anyone who finds this post!

Like a summer night —perhaps that would be the best metaphor for this ideal woman for Ferid.

For the night is deep and full of silence. In summer, a pleasant warmth embraces you and comforts your nights accompanied by the coolness of darkness. The feeling of peace creeps around you more and more, of rest. This is when you really see yourself, but the feeling is so sweet and pleasant that you feel at peace with your reality. Because tomorrow is a new day, in which you can rise with the sun again.

Her eyes would be, for Ferid, like this. Such a deep yet soothing look. One in which, when he looks, Ferid is drawn to delve deeper, research. Until he gets to look at himself, staring into her eyes.

Would it be a pleasant feeling? Maybe a bitter sting mixed with the chance to finally see himself through someone else's eyes.

Ferid would hide his gaze because of this sometimes. The feeling would remind him of the sky he once loved so much. It would be stirring.

But, Ferid would always return to look at those eyes of hers, more insistently, more desiringly. Strangely enough, a peaceful calm would come over him.

That, because, despite the deep silence that would often envelop her, she would be such a warm being.

Ferid would always notice her, how she does not talk much and her expression seems almost melancholy. He would understand that this girl, in fact, speaks in her mind, absolutely all the time. He would scrutinize her, noting her meditative yet warm aura.

How she does not seem to open to anyone. Somehow, like a rare flower that blooms only once.

She would not smile often, but when she did, her face would be comforting with her warmth and kindness. It would provide peace, the feeling of sacred safety.

But Ferid would feel her more. How her warm passion burns slowly inside her being and her soul is so troubled by thoughts and feelings.

How within her lies such a great love, one that can only be given in absolutes. Ferid would understand this and be touched by her way of being.

Strange fact, how this girl would always seek his presence. Would not she be scared of someone like him? Ferid would wonder that, when she would always appear around him, silent but gazing to him with those deep eyes of hers.

The same feeling of a warm summer night, where you want to melt and forget, for a moment, everything. Or you feel that all will be fine.

Her fragility would be something charming. Beyond the weak mortal body, the fragility of being a dreamer, an idealist, aware of the dirty reality in which she lives; a loner, but loving; a wisher for love, but deeply sensing the brokenness around her.

She would seek Ferid's presence. And he would always wait for her, invariably searching for her in his thoughts, always wanting her gaze.

Because her deep, warm eyes would show Ferid what it is like to be seen as himself and still wanted.

An overwhelming yet sweet feeling that would come as a contradiction to all the laws of the putrid world that created him…

...That there is love for someone like him.

Their conversations would develop mesmerizingly, like never-ending cobwebs, in which they are both so comfortably and sweetly caught.

This girl always caught deep in her thoughts, would offer her words to him. Oh, and how passionately she would speak, how well she would describe and read all his feelings and realities.

Ferid would listen to her fondly, perhaps with a shudder. It would be the most interesting story he had ever heard. It would be a truth he could never tire of, the first truth about him, one that is accepted.

Then he might as well reveal what was always on his mind. And his confessions would come in time, revealing the real Ferid, with his meditative gaze and faded smile.

His logic has always been sharp, impeccable — so would her emotional intelligence, feeling through herself how those around her are, how Ferid is, and wanting them to feel this too, including him.

So intuitive and capable of feeling that she would, over time, make him see more and more of himself.

And Ferid would reflect on his insides. Now not only in bitterness and despair, but with an unconscious hope.

As she would always look for him, bringing her meditative and warm aura, Ferid would feel those deep and living eyes looking at him as if he were a sun.

A new, unique feeling for Ferid. But this girl would need the power which is in him — his nature that can lead and fight with the messy reality around him, his dynamism. She would appreciate and love all these, seeing the good use they can be put to.

And strange fact, she would trust him. This precisely because she would actually see who he really is.

And Ferid could only enjoy and cherish this new feeling of communion, which he has always longed for. When he can be himself, comfortable — with all his deep sufferings, but him, being able to feel that rest of a sweet summer's night.

Why would the two of them seek and desire each other in the end?

Maybe because she would see the sun in him, and Ferid would find his hope to rise again. For they would both be equally idealistic.

The difference?

Ferid would be aware of the rotten reality, trying to change it, but wandering through this darkness. She would dream of his same ideal, but give it life in her every thought and feeling, despite that putrid world.

Reality would be dirty for both of them. She would feel the rottenness all around her, a deep burden weighing her down. She would feel everything far too deeply sincer her birth.

But still—

" I want to give love. Because God loves me and I want everyone to feel this love. "

This would be her highest ideal, an absolute one, which she would often become aware of as being caught in a vicious circle, in total discrepancy with the world around her.

But she would still bring it into her life.

Ferid would be charmed, how she can feel and offer this ideal, even if in the laws of their world, it does not exist.

But he would deeply realize how, if this desire has always existed in him as well, it must have a solution somewhere in the world that created his soul.

Would she be his solution?

In fact, her mere presence and love for her own ideal would show Ferid the answer already existing within him.

Both would be lonely, sensitive souls walking a tightrope. Although together, their vulnerability would not be in danger, but something worth cherishing.

Can I say I see them as yin and yang?

Where she is yin and he is yang. She, the night and he, the light of day. Each different, but complementing each other and carrying, in fact, the same essence, the same ideal, able to truly see themselves, and in each other's eyes, more of them.

And together, able to create their own world in the broken universe they both exist in and live out their desire for a good ideal in this macabre landscape.

[yourimaginationrealm]

Part 2

To Part 1:

Finally, I finished part two! I hope you like it liked the first one! I just did not anymore head canons: I wrote scenarios. Or written out head canons.! Still, hope you like it.

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Tagged:

@onebatch--twobatch

@ani-girl (Because you wanted more xD)

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Shinya is defintily the cool uncle who always teases you and Guren. He is absolutely supportive of you two what means having literally million of photos from you like a family. So, whenever Guren acts all cool, he likes to break the ice and embarrass Guren with some real Dad pictures.

"Ahhhh! Look here. You are looking like a real father of Yuu!" " There! You could mean that you two are married and Yu is your real son!" "Remember when you smiled warmly at them..."

Yes, Shinya is a real pain in the ass for Guren. More likely, he loves to make him jealous. Sometimes, you have missions with other soldiers and Shinya takes pictures of you with other persons in very misleading positions.... "Wow, the new partner of Y/N looks really amazing, don't you think...?" " Aren't they a perfect team? They understand each other without words."

Guren never shows jealously, but somehow he is very curious with who you work. And likes to talk them down....

Before Yuu enters your life, you knew Guren as a high ranking soldier who is arrogant. You thought, he is an ass. Both of you, worked already together when you meet Yuu the first time in the cold. You respected Guren as a strong soldier and listen to his commands. Without Yuu, you would never become so close to this man. Like a magnet or a red thread, you always drawn back to him or he is to you. Moreover, Yuu symbolize the red thread. Of course, this means you two start to worry for each other. Of course, you kinda get that Guren has a soft spot.

You were ready to sacrifice yourself for the sake of humanity. At least, you were ready. The mission could fail without finding someone, playing the decoy yet nobody signed up freely. You sighed and walked to the center of the group. You explained your plan and how you distract the nobles for their safety. You gulped down your own knot in your throat. And definitely, not thinking about Yuu.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" The voice sounded raspy and pitched high at some vocals. You head flew towards the said man. "That is never gonna happened and the stupidest plan I ever heard. We get here out together!" Guren yells at you like he wants to make his point clear. "Then, tell us, how are we making it out alive without sacrificing one...?" You were angry that he screamed unnecessarily at you and start provoking him more. In the end, Shinya helped Guren with a plan to get you out alive so you both survived.

It was reckless for Yuu to intervene with a noble vampire yet he saved you and Guren. Somehow, you killed the Noble as a team. In the end, Guren pats Yuus head with side comment. „Reckless but you did well!“

"I am proud of you, Yuu! Amazing Job!" The boy could not feel more proud, energetic and loved.

The fight between Guren and Mika is stopped by you. You recognise the old friend Yuu has always talked about.

“What the hell? Get out of my way, Y/N!”

“No, Guren! Don’t you see it ? It’s Mika !”

“Yes, all I see, is a Vampire!”

Mika was ready to lunge at you when he overheard a particular name….

“Yes, a Vampire yet Yuus old friend Mika!”

Mika: “Yuu?”

Guren: “Come on, he is changed and a blood sucker!”

“Still his friend and family!”

You are the only person who can stop Guren. He sinks his sword and scoffs at your attempt.

"Thank you, Guren!" You said with a slight smile.

Yuu knows that he can trust you and such actions brought more and more bond towards you. After all, you and Guren belong to his family.

Yuu loves you with all his heart. Wherever he sees you, he has to smile and talk to you. He appreciates how nice, strong, independent, pretty, warm, motherly you are and definitely can kick Gurens ass. He knows that he can be a bit arrogant too or too motivated to fight vampires but you regularly get to him when you say: "You have that from him! Don't imitate Guren so much!" Yuu deny this fact with all he can. "I am not like him!" "You are..:" "Never...!" "You totally do..:!" "Do not!" You bicker a bit until you pat his head lovingly which makes him stop and enjoys your touching. You smile warmly at him and just say he should behave now. Of course, he listens to you. In emotional moments, you hug him without a warning. He needs it and just let his body rest on yours. There are more moments than he can count, he would love just to say 'I love you, mom' and often almost had this word on his tongue.

Later, when Yuu joins the Japanese Imperial army, you start to be the stressed out person. You worry too much even though you look like to him the chillest person. After he got injured real bad, you killed the vampire who hurt him and stood at his side on the bed for hours until he wakes up with teary eyes and still your weapon in your hands. Still dizzy, he slipped the ma word without realizing it as he sees you. "Mom...?" You caress his cheek and mumble a soft: "Yes, mom is here, dear." A few tears slipped from your eyes.

The time were you couldn't save Guren and he was dragged away by a Noble. You don't know why you felt like shit. But he sends you a gaze that you should leave. You both know that Yuu would freak out and wants to save you both if you fail. So you should retreat and calm Yuu down.

Before you left him, you delivered Guren your threat that you kill him again if he dies before you save him. He just lies on the floor with a painful smirk. "I guess that is my only fear..."

Of course, Yuu was furious yet you talked some sense to him. Walking with Yuu alone home, if gives you a feeling how single mothers have to feel. However, this showed you how important this idiot became to you.

Yes, Yuu is a big fan of your fighting style. He loves to brag about you in front of his friends. Sometimes, he tries to imitate you but Shinoa lost it as shakes hair for the hairflip.

„You are such a mamasboy!“

„Did you see her ? How she got very vampire?! Cool, right?“

Of course his male friends were impressed, too. They are your own little Fanclub. Congratulations.

Sometimes, you overhear Guren talking about you in front of Yuu… More like :

“Well, she is a good archer but she lacks sharpness in a fight. She is too emotional and diverted…”

“What did you just say about me?”

Every time, both gained a heart attack!

“Who saved your ass last time from the vampire chick before she could sank her teeth in your-!?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! No need to speak out details! That was close I know!”

Yuu loves when you two bicker and laughs heartily. He knows you two show affection by teasing each other.

“Don’t laugh! It happened only this time!”

“Only this time?! I believe Shinya has a whole album of How Y/N saves Guren from silly situations. "

"From what does he not have an album..." The colonel groans.

[playgrl0]

tired / guren ichinose

it has been a long, exhausting day filled with missions, teaching the kids, meetings, ect. and you are more than tired. you're waiting outside one of the meeting halls for guren to finish the last meeting of the day so you can both go home together. he comes out before the meeting ends, per usual, and a grin spreads onto his face when he sees you leaning against the wall, waiting for him. "hey babe! ready to go home?" he comes up to you and places a kiss on your cheek. "mhm. more than ready. i'm so tired." he grabs your hand and starts walking you both home. once you arrived in your shared home, you instantly run into the bathroom while guren disappears in his office to go some reports of the day. coming out of the bathroom, you wonder where he is since you thought he was following you into your bedroom, which is connected to the bathroom. you go look for him and let out a big sigh when you find him sitting at his desk in the office. you walk over to him, lean against the table and run a hand through his hair. "you can finish these reports some other time. come to bed with me, you look exhausted." he sighs and looks up at you. "i'd rather finish them now than later. there aren't many left, i'll be done in like thirty minutes, love." he grabs your hand that was still playing with his hair and pulls it down to his mouth to place a kiss onto your knuckles. "you should go to sleep though. i know how tired you are. i'll be there soon" you pout a little, not wanting to go to bed without him. you always get needy when you're tired, craving the warmth of your boyfriend and wanting to be attached to him at all times. guren knows that, of course. he knows you like the back of his hand. "but i don't wanna lay down without you." you whine which makes guren chuckle. "okay, c'mere then." he pats his lap. you happily straddle him and put your arms around his neck. guren slides one of his hands under your shirt and places it on your lower back. "i promise i'll finish the reports fast and then we can go to sleep together, yeah?" he whispers in your ear. the room is completely silent while he's going through the reports. the only noise that appears every once in a while is the sound of your lips that place soft kisses against guren's warm neck. you love moments like this. when it's just the two of you. no missions, no vampires, no meetings. just you and the love of your life. after a while, you're starting to doze off which guren notices. "sleep, baby. i got you." you shake your head no. "don't wanna fall asleep without you." he chuckles. why are you being so stubborn right now? "you're that needy, hm?" he says teasingly while a smirk spreads onto his face. you pull your head away from the crook of his neck, infront of his face to look at him. placing both of your hands against his cheeks, you place a soft kiss onto his lips. "so what if i am? i just love you and wanna be with you." a big, loving smile spreads on his face. he doesn't mind when you're needy or "clingy". not even one bit. he knows how you feel and he feels the same way. he brushes his nose against yours and places a kiss on your forehead. "you win. let's go to bed." he gets up with you in his arms, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he carries you into your bedroom and places you on your shared bed. you raise both of your arms in the air "help." he chuckles. "you're that tired?" you nod and he pulls your shirt over your head and arms. then he helps you out of your pants. he walks over to the closet and pulls out one of his shirts and his sweatpants and helps you put them on. then, he slides his hands under your shirt, onto your back and opens your bra. he playfully winks at you while throwing it to the other side of the room. "perv." you roll your eyes. guren changes out of his clothes and changes into his pajama and lays down. he pulls you down next to him. you're laying face to face, legs tangled together, your arms around his waist and one of his around yours while the other hand is tracing your beautiful face features with his pointer finger.

"what are you doing?" you ask. he stares at you with his beautiful violet eyes. "you're beautiful." he whispers almost breathless. "so, so beautiful. 'nd you're all mine." heat spreads all over your face and you smile lovingly at him. "all yours." he kisses you. soft and slow but also deep and passionate. he makes sure to put all of his feelings into that kiss. he loves you so, so much. you're everything to him. the reason he keeps fighting. the reason he gets up in the morning. you're his. and he is yours. he pulls away from the kiss. "go to sleep and get some rest. i'll be right here when you wake up." he places another soft kiss on your lips and presses your head against his chest. "my love. i love you. goodnight." another kiss on your forehead. you smile. "goodnight guren. i love you."

<3 @ playgrl0

[simpforchuchu]

hello!! i know u don’t requests anymore but if ure going to accept requests again can u do mine?? the thing is im curious what would happen if the seraph of the end characters (guren, yu, shinya, mika) have a s/o who’s a vampire? but for mika a human s/o? thank you so much!! keep safe always!!🫶

Different Worlds | Yuu / Mika / Guren / Shinya

A/n: Really so sorry for the delay.I know, it's been a long time but I was really in a bad mood and trying my best to come back.Hope you like it <3 Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

yuu

• This boy hated vampires

• Until he finds out that Mika is a vampire too

• Actually he still hates

• Mika was nice to you when he introduced you as the only vampire he trusts.

• If Mika loves you he will love you too

• As the days passed, he didn't want to admit his feelings but everything was so clear

• So he told you his feelings without wasting time

Mika

• he hates humans and vampires alike

• But he changed his mind one day when you helped him escape injured

• Your tenderness and sweetness is killing him

•  He never understood why his heart was beating so fast

• When Yuu told him what was going on, he didn't want to admit it at first.

• he was scared but happy when you first opened up to him.

• These are very new to him.

Guren

• This cocky bastard...

• He hates vampires

• But he felt that you were different

• He took pity on you when he realized that you were forcibly turned into a vampire

• And he doesn't hate you

• Everything changed when he found out about the human blood content

• He fell in love with you enough to offer you his blood when you were hurt

• And don't know when this happened

Shinya

• Although he may seem indifferent and careless, he is not

• He felt that you were different when he found out that vampires kidnapped you and turned you into a vampire.

• When you help people, you are now his friend.

•  Nothing matters to him

• You are a good person

• He won't stop loving you even though he knows it will have dire consequences.

[tragicvictoriantears]

✞ The King’s Feast ✞

Urd Geales X FemReader!

✞ angst

✞ TW: gore, mentions of death, mentions of blood, reader’s death, impossible love, tragic ending.

❥ I wanted to delete this, thinking it’s not good enough but @theorphanprince made me post it. Her wish is my command. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ. I also believe I fell even harder for this man only by writing this bloody thing. I love a cold man with a warm heart.

【 I also want to mention that reader is a violonist. Urd is kind of a cruel ruler here. Oops. 】

Promise this is the last time I kill y’all ( or not ;) ).

『 Her nostrils almost bleed from the bitterly cold winter air. It’s a terrible blizzard outside. Snow is no joke in Moscow, even the toughest man, would think twice before stepping out poorly dressed in such a frozen land, which is now dominated by the red apocalypse. Even with the city full of monsters, evil, cruel people and vampires, the blizzard is still a problem.

But can a matter of life and death— like the apocalypse as an example — can compare to losing the ability to delight your own soul through pure talent? Of course not! Y/n would rather lose her head! Alas, she would rather end up beaten and humiliated, naked, on the stage of the great theater than this! Her heart becomes dominated by a cold similar to the one outside, as she looks desperately at her hands.

Both hands were missing a finger. The left hand was missing the middle finger, the other, was missing the index finger. The rest of the fingers were crushed unevenly. Some have no nails, some are still bleeding even through the thick bandages and all are completely paralyzed. I think I have described enough, it is clear that she can never play the violin again! A sad misfortune upon the artist who some time ago was immersed in her work! You can almost cry just by looking at her sitting motionless for hours, in the same shabby armchair, looking at her hands. Her face being devoid of any facial expression, empty. On the inside, in her inner space, we may even find some spider webs.

The devil who did this… or rather, the devils, were her opera colleagues. A terrible act of jealousy. All of this just because she was getting special attention from the King himself, Urd Geales! After the performance, a handful of artists forcibly held her down and crushed her fingers by repeatedly slamming a large oak door. The fire was burning terribly in the room, the heat was quite stifling especially from the commotion going on inside. In short, it was starting to stink. The screams and the smell of blood attracted attention, so fear grew in their hearts. Panicked that they had run into trouble, they started to argue for a minute. One of the devils — the most ambitious to hinder our artist — took a pocket-knife and cut as much as he could. Two fingers. One was enough if you ask me. If he had time back then, he would have cut them all. What a sadistic and disgusting act! Not only did y/n end up with flattened fingers, but he also wanted to cut them all off! Tell me then, readers, what is worse between a vampire and a human?! My soul fills with rage when I think about what they did to y/n!

If I'm angry, Urd is even more so! He has an enormous love for y/n. However, it is not certain whether it’s mutual. You see, this artist is very strange. However, her strangeness was the reason he fell for her! Since the first day they met, about a year ago. It was still winter. But the scenario does not take place in a room warmed by a vintage fire, but outside in the heart of the frost. A couple, back then, tried to escape from the theater. The truth is that they succeeded. Their bad luck was that just then the noble Urd was having his walk! Terrible luck, to run into the King of Russia when you’re trying to escape his authority! It is clear what happened to the couple, there is no point in telling you more. He handled it himself. The snow beside him was stained with blood. His cold gaze was directed at this morbid scenario. How much the blood stood out, just as his genius mind often stood out. Urd's intelligence is truly fascinating but also terrifying. Terrifying exactly like the blood on the snow. How ironic! Am I right?

" Human. Are you trying to escape too? “ and now his icy gaze lands on y/n, appearing out of nowhere and thinly dressed with a white sheepskin ushanka on her head, plus a pair of old gloves. Back then she was relatively new to that theater of horror, where people were tortured to entertain the bloodthirsty immortals.

" No. I do not wish to escape, your highness. “ Her voice was calm and the vampire's powers of deduction led him to the conclusion that she was telling him the truth. It was still a concern. Was she looking for him? "I want to perform alone at the show tonight. Of course, with your permission, your highness. "

" Human. " he pauses, a little tense. He doesn't understand. This woman is in front of him, the King! Maybe it’s blind courage or she’s just insane! The proud vampire that often displays a superior side to the others progenitors, decided to not bring up his status since it’s clear that she is aware of who is standing in front of her. But for God’s sake! Is she not even intimidated by the death scene in front of her? That irritates him the most. " Let’s get over the fact that you dare to talk to me, when I’m alone, you being unsupervised and without permission to see me and to talk to me. You, a mere weak human. Even dare to ask for a favour. Are you not able to notice what's in front of you? " with a gesture of his hand, he shows the corpses and the blood well embedded in the snow. Y/N just smiles as she exhales lightly against her lips and a steam from the cold comes out and disappears just as quickly.

" I'm only interested in my genius condition, my work. And your genius condition, your majesty, King Urd Geales, has drawn my attention ever since I came here. I want to ask this favor from you, because only you will truly understand my art. When it comes down to it, it's not death that scares me. What truly scares me it's not being able to reach my maximum human potential. So spilled blood won't turn me off the road. “ She bent down slightly, picking up a lump that splendidly absorbed the blood into its essence. The vampire's eyes widen, watching in amazement as she bites into the bloody snowball. She looks at him straight in the eyes, without a trace of fear, nothing can be found in her gaze. " I have tasted a little of your mind. May I carry it inside, as long as I live in this ephemeral body! What an honor! I already feel more inspired! Thank you! " that evening, she started performing alone. And ever since that evening, her incredible talent — oh! — both humans and vampires, all of Moscow was left shocked by the favorite violinist of the great progenitor, Urd Geales!

For Y/n, it does not matter if it is harmony on earth or apocalypse. Some people say that she doesn’t care if she is seen as a livestock, clown or a human being. She doesn’t even care if she is loved or not. Her whole purpose, all that mattered to her, was playing the violin. Urd’s strange puppy of a girl. She has no personality, no soul, no heart, no conscience, all of her was only art, absorbed only by her own genius! I think these are malicious gossip thrown at her though. Cursed be the gossip and man's ability to use it! Her passion is etheral, both pure and ambitious! But I do doubt that she noticed how Urd fell for this passion, her passion. It was completely ridiculous, he would never admit such a pathetic feeling like love for a livestock! But here is, after all. He was somewhat content to admire her only from a distance, like a sinner who cannot get too close to heaven. Sometimes he can lose his patience, he wanted more, not being able to control this wave of feelings but he calmed down everytime he watched her perform. Her work seems specially created for only the Gods to see and hear. Even the oldest skeleton would drop a tear involuntarily.

But this mystical bird, which was the favorite of the sun, has met its end now. She can no longer fly or sing, she is cursed to live as a normal person now. Like a banality. Maybe waiting for death to knock on her door. It wasn't easy for Y/N. The longer she remains in the room, the harder it’s for her to breathe from the cruel heat. Like she's doomed to melt like a candle to death. Until her skin starts to ooze and blister until all that's left is a puddle on a dusty rustic rug. A puddle made of her flash and endless tears.

She cannot accept such punishment! So when her lovesick vampire comes to pay her a visit, he notices how she and the violin are missing, the window wide open. Snowflakes aggressively coming in and almost extinguishing the fire since the fireplace is placed close to the window.

At first, he wanted to call for help, make a fuss, ordering the servants to look everywhere for the woman he was blindly in love with. However, as mentioned earlier, Urd owns a great intelligence. It didn't take him long to find where she is. In fact, y/n had been waiting for him there. Leaning against the tree, her broken violin by her side — before her escape, it was intact, perhaps she thought of dragging the instrument with her — she smiled numbly at him. She looked like a dead woman. Ugh! Her lips were blue, her eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and they were covered with heavy snow. Her eyes no longer sparkled like before. She is wearing a white nightgown, far too thin for this scenario. There was blood on her lap from the bandages she tried to remove. The fingers were the first to frostbite, but she can’t feel that anymore, since they are paralyzed. Oh, and how she used to take care of them during winter! Her priceless fingers! Always wearing her expensive gloves.

The man wants to come closer but is stopped by y/n’s voice. “ I don't want to become a vampire. I refuse such a nonsense. " silence fell. The blizzard suddenly subsides. Geales stubbornness is finally showing, he kneels in front of her, tearing with his claws the white material from her pale neck, like he lost all of his control! "I said I refuse! " she shouts at him with her remaining strength, making him stop. " Everything left from my work… will disappear if I become immortal. I wanted to excel as a human, to prove what a human being could do. I've been aiming for this for as long as I can remember! Better dead than to be subjected to hell! Please, don't destroy what I have left, my love...". Oh my! Maybe the feelings were mutual in the end. But her goals were always first on the line! The curse of being in love with an obsessed artist!

His hands, gripped by anger, clutch her shoulders. His eyes tremble like he’s about to cry! Hard to believe at first, but Urd is quite sensitive, especially when it comes to y/n. “ Did you… somehow… want me to come here, to grant you a wish? " the woman's frozen and satisfied smile is enough of an answer.

"You always have an extraordinary power of deduction. That’s why I like to always ask small favors from you. What a shameless woman I am! Giving you no attention and still crying for your help! But I do not have enough time for this conversation. Forgive me and please, lay me down nicely on the snow. " her words is his command. Urd’s hand gently takes her head, the other holds her waist tightly and slowly places her on the snow.

“ And now? “

“ Please feast upon my heart! “ It made sense. They are in the place where they first met a year ago. And back then she feasted on the snow full of the blood he spilled, eager to keep a small part of him in her. " Even if I die, at least I know I'm going to put the seed of my genius in you, so it will never go away. Because my art was made with a big heart and love beyond measure! Only you, who love me, can save what drains from me into nothingness. "

On the day when the blizzard had stopped, in the distance, Moscow could watch with horror — or simple curiosity — as The King of Russia, their feared king, snatched from the body of a beautiful woman, her heart. Holding it like he just picked a fresh juicy fruit. Blood flowed like a waterfall between his long fingers. The heart still beating, he grips it tighter to make sure it won't slip. Urd could feel every vein. Pff! He has done this countless times but now it feels like his heart was ripped away too. Realizing that their love was impossible from the start.

The difference was that y/n realized that before him. In order to avoid this suffering… in order to avoid a tragedy for both of them, she distracted herself with her goals until she became addicted to it. The Second Progenitor could never be her first priority but she did had a small reserved space in her for him.

What a way to die! On verge of death, watching your lover eat your heart out. Biting off the organ with an angry expression, the fangs went in smoothly as if it’s biting into an apple!

❝ That’s the King’s feast! ❞

That’s what Muscovites say. 』

[yandere-romanticaa]

"You're a real nuisance I hope you know that."

"Well you aren't exactly a prize catch yourself, Mr Vampire.

He scoffed as he continued to walk in front of you, the click of his heel slightly more audible as you managed to pick up the annoyed glimmer in his usually dead eyes.

However, it was oddly refreshing to see him like this.

If you were 100% objective, you weren't sure why the two of you weren't at each others throats by now because if this were a battlefield one of you would most likely already be on the ground, long dead and forgotten.

But this wasn't a battlefield.

Against all odds you managed to form a strange camaraderie with the even stranger vampire. His attitude was absolutely dreadful though - he was always bitter and never in a good mood. Whenever you would try to lighten the mood he would just stare at you, was it menacingly or something else you weren't too sure but you often called him out on it. He would always curtly apologize, promising to stop but he never really did. Even when the two of you would go your separate ways you could have sworn on your kidneys that Mikaela was still watching, somewhere, just luring in the shadows like a little beast you'd begrudgingly call cute.

Compliments never failed to stun him though and they became your favorite ways of attacking him.

You'd sing him various praises as his back was turned to you, his posture stiff and awkward.

Something you never noticed was how he never actually told you to openly stop.

The thing is, Mikaela didn't have the heart to do so, the little meetings became the absolute highlight of his day. He could feel the soft crunch of the snow beneath the heel of his shoe as he would make his way towards your little meeting point, his thoughts filled with your voice and sweet scent.

He couldn't help but to hate you a little for that.

[lycheedr3ams]

a broken man

konig x fem!reader (established relationship) warnings: low self-worth, mentions of war crimes, angst, mentions of smut, comfort, canon-typical violence mentioned

konig would never admit it, but the hardest part of your relationship for him was when you two made love.

you were the opposite of everything he had ever known. you weren't steel or kevlar or bullets or bombs or knives or war paint, you weren't screams in his ear telling him to just kill, nor were you the dead weight in his hands as his dead comrades' bodies were. you weren't the ringing in his ears after alarms went off, you weren't the blood that splattered his clothes, you weren't the empty darkness of his room as he lie awake each night, dreading what he'd see when he'd close his eyes. you weren't the scars on his chest or the bullet wounds in his back. you weren't the words that tore him down and made him look behind his shoulder whenever others were whispering.

instead, you were light. you were the warmth that welcomed him each day, the softness that invited him into yourself. you were the blanket wrapped around him, the warm hugs, the tender kisses. you were the one to bandage his wounds, the one to kiss them away. you were the soft hands that caressed his back, the gentle voice that wished him good morning, the soft hand that wrapped around his own calloused one. you were the one who smiled at him, laughed with him, loved him. you were the sweet words in his ear, playful love bites, a warm meal in somewhere he finally called home. your eyes were the ones that reflected love and comfort, not disdain or fear like everyone else he had known. you were the thing that kept his heart beating. no, even more than that, you were the one who gave his heart life again, long after he ever thought he could feel it beat again.

and that is all the reason why making love was so hard for him. after all the pain, loss, bloodshed, suffering, and nightmares he'd caused, the absolute last thing he thought he deserved was your warm, soft body letting him consume every part of you. your sweet moans in his ear contrasted so much the bloodcurdling screams he heard far more often, the weight he felt in his hands was your breasts and not bodies he dragged back to camp. your wetness guided and invited him in, so different from the wetness he felt in his eyes far too often when he was alone.

he knew he didn't deserve you. how could a broken man like him, one who escaped war criminal conviction for things he didn't want to do, deserve the only angel on earth? the same hands that gripped knives and guns and bombs also caressed the skin of a seraph, his bloodstained hands tainting the most pure, divine thing in existence. some days, konig swore he could see marks from his bloodstained hands on you. the same mouth that screamed and yelled and barked orders was the one that cooed into your ear how beautiful you were, how good you were for him, how he loved you. the same back that had been covered in body armor was the one naked to you, the same skin that he welcomed to be clawed by the least ferocious thing on earth.

konig never imagined how such a broken man like him could ever end up with you, the opposite of everything he had ever known. a broken man did not deserve a woman like you. but there you were underneath of him, moaning and pulling him in and begging for more. a broken man didn't deserve you, but you loved him anyway.

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[atomic-taco-muffin]

Seraph of the End Imagine

Imagine being Krul’s sister and fell in love with Mikaela and betrayed Krul just to be with him 

(I love this gif so much!)

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya x Male Reader

Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya

Mikaela would be an overprotective and delusional yandere.

He doesn't really like humans.

The only way to make her a yandere is to remind someone of her childhood family.

The reaction would be stronger if you Remind Yuichiro.

(I don't know about you but I'll simp them a bit.)

But Mikaela wouldn’t want vampires to hurt you or humans to exploit you.

He would probably isolate you quickly.

If you remind her of a childhood friend other than Yuu, Mikaela may be lying to himself.

He just wants to believe that maybe they didn't die.

And you better play along.

Mikaela would be really clingy too.

Lots of hugs.

If you remind Yuu he would be even more clingy.

Mikaela never wants to lose loved ones again.

He would also be paranoid.

He's always afraid someone will take you away.

Now if he could get Yuu to safety too.

Then his life would be perfect.

[floareadeaur]

Hi! Could you please write some general fluff hcs about Ferid Bathory?

• Series: Owari no Seraph/ Seraph of the End

• Pairing: Ferid Bathory x female!reader

• Author's words:

Honestly, I thought about what I could write here and found myself unable to simply string together some "fluff" ideas about Ferid. Maybe it is because I am too used to writing prose, or I find this character way too deep?

The point is that Ferid suffered a lot from the lack of genuine love from his family, Rìgr, God, the world in general. That is why I felt the need to explain a little about his whole falling in love process.

It is a brief description, and perhaps chaotic.

But I think that the most "fluffy" thing about Ferid from a romantic perspective would be his openness towards the woman he loves, showing his real nature: meditative, maybe sober, with deep philosophies and always determined for the ideal. Offering that delicacy, fragility that he hid in an attempt to survive. For him to allow himself to be vulnerable in the face of this love.

That is what I have tried to present here. And from this point, obviously, a whole dynamic is born between him and the woman he falls in love with, the one he loves.And I think I will describe this dynamic further in other posts. Those will definitely contain more explicit "fluff headcanons".

Now, I think Ferid has a very sensitive layer in his soul and we have to take him slowly.

I am sorry if it is not what you expected it to be. I find myself in the position of being very particular when writing about Ferid. I feel like I can not fit him into something "general". Or is it the fact that I would write about him continuously?

Tell me, dear anon, what do you think and if you want to continue the philosophy on his fluffy behavior in a romantic relationship. I currently have so many ideas and scenarios about this. ( thousands of them )

Ask anything about this topic, what I wrote about. I will happily answer and philosophize about Ferid in general, or his way of falling in love, of loving.

That being said, feedback is really welcome and I wish anyone who finds this post a good day!

The world he loves

It is not easy for Ferid Bathory to fall in love. In fact, he never did. But this boy has found himself in the position of longing for genuine love since birth.

From his parents, from his brother, from his adoptive father.

Family love betrayed him. And the one for a good God collapsed under the realization of this non-existent good god.

In general, the world in which Ferid lives has not given him love. Always only criticism, reproach, forcing unfamiliar attitudes on Ferid.

Thus Ferid shut himself up, isolating his soul behind learned attitudes in order to survive.

There was no one who loved him for who he was, for that simple fact.

Therefore, it is reasonable to say that Ferid did not meet love, but only his objectification for a certain interest.

...Superficial, broken, miserable...

Maybe these words are not too harsh to describe the world.

And yet Ferid continues to analyze and observe this very world. And his observations are never biased or incorrect.

That is why he cannot deny or not see her genuine love.

When Ferid meets this woman, his senses are on high alert. He observes her, analyzes her.

This women's presence unsettles him.

And as Ferid Bathory realizes why she seeks his presence, his unease grows.

It is difficult for him to even look her in the eye.

It is difficult for him to look into such deep eyes that remind him of the sky.

Why is she reminding him of this?

Because her eyes are the second place where Ferid finds himself looking again in the hope of being loved.

Just as he once looked up to the sky and was not honored with any answer.

Maybe that is why he is like this in the beginning.

The same arrogant noble vampire, on whose face dances the same almost mocking smiles.

Maybe for this very reason, and maybe for he thus taught himself how to hide.

Maybe, that is also why, he welcomes her to his library, at first, with the same arrogant smile and smug attitude.

Because it is an unusual situation, for which Ferid does not have a prepared answer.

It is a situation that risks touching a deep and fragile part of him.

And she touches Ferid.

There are no detailed stories of his bitter past for her to come close due the mercy of these forgotten histories, for Ferid would be a victim in her eyes.

He still hides it and just observes her. It is hard for him to bring out that unwanted boy anyway.

But slowly, his arrogance disappears.

She notices deep in his small gestures, how with time, certain suspicions of hers are confirmed.

And she sees how, from the arrogant noble who welcomes her formally in a public library, letters written personally by this noble appear.

But in his elegant writing it is not just a formal exhortation, or deceptive games.

"Please come to this room."

The room is indicated to her. The girl goes at his directions.

And after months of seeing the mask, she discovers there the man she is actually felt all this time.

The one she fell in love with.

Ferid Bathory, sitting on the edge of a bed.

The surrounding room is simple now, devoid of all those crowded and heavy ornaments, which are repeated as if obsessively in everything that always surrounds him.

Ferid himself is simple: the white shirt, without frills, the classic black trousers, the knee-high boots in black leather.

That black velvet ribbon is missing, his silver hair is undone and loose, framing his now smileless face. The red ruby ​​earrings are also gone. Perhaps the passion symbolized by their cold stones is no longer necessary.

It is just the deep, meditative look of his red eyes. Beyond that cursed shade, as if unsuited to this man's features, a concentration is now felt.

Ferid Bathory is now focused on looking only at her.

His gaze stopped wandering contrary to his facade smiles. Now he is just focused on her, to the point where he is almost intimidating.

But she feels only that living, human warmth that shudders her body and heart to the core.

Ferid finally lets that warmth out, his living passion.

And then, when he rises to his feet and approaches her, his walk is no longer dancing as if, sparkling. The filthy pomposity that adorned him, that grandeur, dissipated, not being part of his real nature.

She can now observe the elegant yet sober walk and deep gaze of a noble soul.

From the way Ferid holds out his hand to her, in which his slight smile brightens his almost melancholic face, she can see the true refinement of this man.

A deeply worked refinement, accompanied by bitter suffering.

Perhaps precisely from the way this refinement was actually gained.

From that old, oppressive childhood, which Ferid has not forgotten and she does not know about.

But which, this woman who sincerely loves Ferid, suspects.

And she is happy that he is starting to show his sincere reality. Her warm hand reaches out and rests softly in his cold one. But the contact is not like between a living and a dead one.

Another thing she noticed.

Ferid is not a dead man wounded by vampirism. He is a living man wounded by the dead world.

From here, Ferid continues to welcome her like that.

Books read together, many books read in that intimate, simple room.

He is no longer afraid to look her in the eye. The man smiles lightly, serenely. Ferid is quiet. He knows that beyond those eyes there is love for the real him. That is why Ferid cherishes that look and every moment he can spend with her.

It is a situation he has never encountered before and it is difficult for him. But happiness comes and from that is born a warm tenderness, which Ferid finally has someone to give it to.

The world is putrid and unforgiving, however, as she tells him.

"I too am a part of the world"

Ferid tries to unravel this paradox, where a genuine love for someone like him is born out of a world that should not have such a thing.

His only logical response is that she is his world.

And Ferid decides that he must protect this world that looks lovingly back at him.

The only love that does not betray him.

[storiesoflilies]

Of Angels and Curses

Synopsis - In a world where Angels and Curses are locked in a never ending war, an unsuspecting seraph becomes entangled with the very thing she is fated to eradicate.

Pairing - Curse!Toji Fushiguro x f!Angel!Reader. Curse!Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Angel!Satoru Gojo x Reader.

Warnings - General descriptions of violence and injuries, eventual smut.

A/N: Aaaaand here we go!! I’m posting this earlier than I was supposed to in honor of Toji’s birthday. Fun fact - Toji and I share the same birthday :) Ko-Fi.

Next part — Chapter 2

-•-

Chapter 1

The sky was falling ever so softly.

She’d spent so long staring upwards at it, utterly astounded, because it never occurred that way when she imagined it in her head. There was supposed to be an all-consuming deafening rumbling, chunks of blue tumbling down from above, and fiery meteors the size of moons hurling themselves into the chaos of a dying Earth.

But no, it was more like a hundred million and one glowing embers fluttering down like beautiful dying butterflies.

Is this what it’s like when Angels fall?

Y/N thought it was a more peaceful way to go; instead of a violent plummet into the dirt to trade their lives for another one as a Curse. It was a nice thought, naive even, because seraphim were not kind nor merciful to those who they deemed had turned against them. Stupid, wishful thinking, a selfish desire for the world to be anything but exactly what it is; sin was as inevitable as the sun, rising and falling with time in a terrible terrible cycle. She’d seen the streets run crimson like glimmering rubies as Angel’s wings were torn from their bones and flesh, heard their screams from afar as they begged and pleaded not to be cast out. It was always the same; Heaven is, and always would remain, divinely perfect, and it would forever be ruthless in its pursuit of maintaining it. Free will is a beautiful thing, certainly, so long as one made only the right choices.

She shook her head, cool ash flaking off her hair, and picked up her katana from where it lay beside a Curse’s corpse. Satoru Gojo had trusted her with hunting down this particularly erratic Second Layer Curse that had been capturing and torturing wounded Angels. Indeed, she could see the remnants of its latest mangled victim underneath its grotesque blubbery body; a once living soul now just an unrecognizable face beaten into a bloody feathery mess. Maybe they had once sinned, perhaps not, but what did it matter? They were just another tally to be scratched on a plaque, a life reduced to a single scratch on a stone already marred by millions of markings.

Y/N briefly considered attempting to retrieve the body for a proper burial, but it was already far too late in the day. The last rays of the sun threw a brilliant shade of red across the sky, a low hum of anticipation in the air that whispered of all the fury and violence of thunder and lightening; night would soon fall to unleash the lethal Curses that dwelled in the deepest layers of Hell. If she didn’t hurry and ascend to Heaven, then she would bear witness to the unholiest of rituals, as the Earth would crack open beneath her and the molten fire of Sukuna’s wrath would burst forth and consume her body and soul.

She kneeled in front of the Curse; its forked tongue rolling out of a toothless mouth, lidless eyes tipped backwards into its head, and blackened blood dripping from the fatal wound right through its brain. Y/N’s thumb squelched uncomfortably as she pressed it firmly into the rubbery skin of its forehead, and murmured a quick prayer for the deceased seraph, and a blaze of golden light engulfed both corpses. Gojo had taught her how to use her divine energy to smite dead Curses, just to make sure they won’t try again in his own words, and this power could also be extended to cremate their own.

The ground groaned and rumbled, as if protesting against its part to play in the cycle of violence, serving as a sinister warning for her to hurry. A wave of panic washed over her, and Y/N closed her eyes; grasping to control her lackluster wisps of divine energy, and cried out into the seemingly empty plane of the Unlimited Void.

But empty it was not, for Satoru Gojo sees and hears all within his domain.

Within an instant, she felt herself floating into and across the Void as Gojo’s essence consumed and caressed her soul; still as exhilarating and frightening as the first time she had tepidly stepped through this plane of existence. And Y/N could feel all of him, but could do nothing but helplessly travel through the cosmos of his own making. Gojo was like a turbulent ocean, ever-changing and impatient, but perplexingly beautiful; a ticking clock waiting to chime a tune of misery to signal his arrival against his enemies. Not many Angels were privy to ascending into Heaven this way, because Gojo simply didn’t want to do it for just anybody. He was like a fussy child picking only the best things to play with; his trust the ultimate game to win, and many had tried. Y/N didn’t think it was so complex, because she understood fear in a way Gojo could never, and ordinary Angels couldn’t face the fact that their souls would be bared so openly and judged by the Six Eyes himself.

Y/N blinked, and found herself in front of him.

“Cutting it a little close, eh?”

Satoru Gojo stood with his corded forearms crossed over each other, tall and broad form leaning back against an iridescent golden pole of the Gates of Heaven; a marble statue carved directly from God’s hands that demanded complete attention, a perfect vision of beauty that Y/N could never tire of looking at it. He wore a bemused smirk on his face, clearly relishing in her reliance of his power to save her from certain doom, but Y/N liked to think he didn’t completely look down on her. Perhaps she could give him the benefit of the doubt; he had been waiting for her outside the city, and maybe expected her to ascend to Heaven normally, which required an Angel to fly upwards from the Earth and pass through each of the seven layers of Heaven. Each of these layers were well defended by legions of seraphim ready to lay their lives against imminent attacks, bolstered by colossal golden gates similar to the one guarding the main city.

“But you’ve done it, right?” He continued, his eyes completely focused on her as she approached.

Gojo often asked questions he already knew the answers to, something he did with her and his other favorites; a way of settling nerves and putting them at ease around him, as if he hadn’t rooted through every crack and crevice of their minds, pretending he didn’t know them more intimately than they probably did themselves.

“It’s done.”

He hummed appreciatively, the hundreds of eyes decorating his wings blinking intermittently to give an illusion of twinkling cerulean lights, and extended his hand for her to take. Y/N accepted, refusal simply not an option, her fingers intertwining with his as he dropped the infinite barrier coating his body, and let him lead her through the Golden Gates and into the city; their kingdom far above the Earth – where no Curse had ever managed to breach. 

Heaven was a seemingly never-ending city; a labyrinth of buildings and twisting pathways built from white marble, with pearlescent towers of varying heights dotted throughout. – a perfect pristine canvas of glittering white diamonds. Many Angels would live together in each of these towers, forming extended families to be born and raised together for generations. Cool air washed through every twist and turn of the city, flowing between trees with silver leaves bearing the sweetest figs; which grew intermittently between any sliver of space between the rock, and some were even as tall as the towers themselves.

“Gojo, couldn’t you see the sky below?”

“Hmm?”

“The sky was burning before I left, it was falling.”

“Ah yes, well… that’s no surprise. Geto has become a Curse, and he is past my sight now. It makes sense the first thing he did was kill the Sky Sentries, so I suppose it’s a good thing you called for me through the Void.”

She froze, and he stopped with her.

Geto is, was, Gojo’s second in command; his most trusted confidant and closest ally. If he had fallen, then there would be many other Angels who would have willingly fallen with him. The Sky Sentries guarded the sky of the Earth, the first layer of Heaven; they stood at the frontline of the war, warriors that couldn’t afford to rest, for come nightfall it was a bloodbath of Curses attempting to breach the first barrier.

So many of us are dead. More lines on the wall.

“Gojo, I-,” Y/N paused, unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry.”

At this, he released her hand and turned to face her. “Why? He made his choice.”

Gojo turned away again, staring down at the ground beneath his feet like he was seeing right through it to the Earth and scorched skies, and scoffed loudly. It was a seething sound of a betrayal that had cut him deeply, and it was a promise of violence and vengeance. Nobody escaped punishment, especially not from the Six Eyes, and Geto was certainly not above consequences.

“You know, we were all given free will. It shouldn’t surprise you, when an Angel - any Angel - falls into darkness and becomes a Curse,” he stated with finality, a sharp edge of a steel knife in his voice.

“But, Geto was our family,” Y/N breathed out shakily, her sadness starting to bubble out uncontrollably. “I didn’t know he was changing, I never noticed anything was wrong.”

“Neither did I,” Gojo whispered defeatedly, a complete change in his tone, letting slip just a sliver of his hurt for someone else to see.

Geto and Gojo were born three centuries before Y/N, and became nigh inseparable; a perfect example of how strong the bond of comradery should be between Angels. She had first met Geto when he had started training her to fight, he’d still hadn’t risen to power back then, and they quickly became close. Of course, naturally Gojo took an interest in her as Geto’s pupil, and over the next two hundred years, Y/N had witnessed them rise through the ranks of the Angels; until they reached the pinnacle of power, their combined strength looming over them all like the omnipresent presence of God in Heaven – and yet, they still kept her within their circle. But Geto was different to Gojo, because he understood that strength wasn’t a gift distributed to everyone, and Y/N had seen him fight a fraction harder just to stand on par beside Gojo on the podium of divinity. He had become her brother; a pillar of strength in her life in a way that the Six Eyes could never be, someone who she could truly say would fight to the death for her if he thought her time had come too early.

Gojo was silent for a moment before continuing, “But the sky will heal, Shoku and her followers can do it. There’s always more of us ready to take each other’s place, you don’t need to worry about it anymore.”

He tenderly stroked her cheek smeared with dried Curse blood, watching as a stray tear escaped and ran down her face like a petulant child, and let out a great sigh as if it was the greatest inconvenience for him to witness her sadness. Y/N felt sheepish; how could she be so upset over a betrayer, a snake that had bitten the hand of someone who had thought it graceful and beautiful. Gojo’s great wings unfurled around them, his feathers tickling her exposed neck softly like a lover would, and his arms pulled her into an embrace.

“Im alright Satoru,” she sniffled after some time. “I just need to be alone, to clean myself and pray for him.”

“His soul is gone, you know that Y/N,” Gojo said softly, like she was a precious crystal he held in his palms, threatening to shatter at any moment.

“I don’t care, I need to put him to rest in some way, for my own peace.”

“Let me come with you then, when I return in the morning. You’re too exhausted to go and pray now.”

“Gojo, please. I need this.”

At this he let her go, his wings snapping back in place like they had been stung, and placed his hand on her head in a blessing. A soothing cool sensation spread all the way down from his palms, healing her weary bones and muscles; bathing her in the rarely tranquil ocean of his divine power, and she shuddered in both fear and relief. Some of his followers had gathered around them, eagerly awaiting their commander to follow into the ensuing battle at the First Gate; curiously glancing at the sight of the two of them, like they were forbidden art that nobody could look at for too long. She knew that he had to go; Gojo always went to battle when the last light left the Earth, even if he had already been fighting during the day. But such was the duty of the Six Eyes — always in the heat of battle, never tiring and never resting.

“Go and sleep,” he said, an order; daring her to refuse again. “I’ll see you in the morning. We can pray together then.”

“Be safe,” she whispered.

He nodded, and then vanished instantaneously, leaving Y/N alone surrounded by the watchful eyes of the other seraphim.

-•-

From light we are born, and to ashes we return. 

The beginning of a prayer uttered for those who had passed.

Who once was mighty and now fallen.

Y/N had recited these words many times over, but never once had she done so for a Curse.

Heavenly Father, may you guide our souls to peace in Paradise. 

She bathed in starlight and galaxies, and sank backwards into the bathing pool; sending her further into space, to a time and place where her brother hadn’t left her. Caked Curse blood swirled away in the holy water as she sank deeper, her eyes never closing as she stared up at the stars in the night sky.

Where we may all meet again. 

Y/N whimpered pitifully as she thought again of Geto in the depths of Hell, wondering if he was suffering as his once holy power was warped into something wicked and corrupt. Would he even look the same, would she recognize him if he materialized in front of her at this very moment; a snarling animalistic Curse like the one she had killed today. Or would he remain as he was like a blip in time, a frozen facade of happiness, but with only malice and sin left underneath it all?

To remain in your eternal light forever.

She emerged, water running down her face as her heart constricted painfully, and clasped her hands together and whispered, “Forgive him, oh please forgive him.”

What was else she supposed to do? Oh how she wished she could go back; maybe then she might have noticed if his eyes had tears of darkness in them, if he had laid there alone as the night full of terrors ushered and coaxed his soul to their side. Then she could have told herself what she was meant to do, instead of grieving for Geto like he was already dead like a ghost she would forever clutch on to; stuck reliving a trail of memories she once thought she knew most of, and now none at all. But if she looked into Gojo’s blue eyes, would she find a glimpse of the brother who lifted her on to his shoulders and raised her with dignity and kindness?

Enough, enough . 

Y/N climbed up the steps of the pool as droplets of stars cascaded down her hair, down between her thighs, and down to her feet. She wondered what sort of horrors were unfolding hundreds of thousands of leagues beneath her; if Gojo was striking down Curses with all the fury and might of a scorned lightning storm. She murmured silent prayers for the creatures who stood in his way, and for the seraphim whose lives would be lost as a consequence of Geto’s betrayal. Her feet tapped against the cool marble pathway leading from the pool to the back entrance of Gojo’s tower, and Y/N shook her wings free of any remaining water droplets that flung to her feathers. Her body was bare for all to see as she passed through the empty hallways, but she wasn’t concerned; all those who followed the Six Eyes had followed him into the night, into war. Gojo hadn’t deemed Y/N strong enough to fight during the night, and he never would; for his own selfish reasons, he was keeping her safe.

Her thoughts strayed to when he had openly embraced her in public, and knew that it would have added some truth to the rumor that they were more than just comrades. It was common for Angels that hadn’t found their soulmates to marry each other, as it unfortunately wasn’t always a guaranteed event during one’s lifetime; and of course new seraphim must be born to fight in the war. Since neither of them had found theirs as of yet, so many believed that they would eventually marry. Gojo had made numerous advances to court her over the past few decades, namely allowing her to stay within his tower, as well as hints during various conversations that he expected her to marry him when he finally did ask. Y/N knew that he was aware of her hope for her own soulmate, and that was the only reason he had graced her with his patience, but hope was dangerous in war – it was only a matter of time before he saved her from her own misery.

It would be the most practical thing to do, and Y/N truly did care for him, but was that really enough?

Satoru Gojo was an enigma. On the one hand, he was adored for his effortless displays of power as he could single-handedly decimate armies. On the other, what made him loved was also what made him feared; all he had to do was drag a seraph charged of sin into his Unlimited Void, and they would be helpless as he brutally tore through their minds in search of the truth. If found guilty, he would rip their wings from their backs himself, and then hurtle them towards Hell. Satoru Gojo was as revered as he was terrifying; like he had attained a status close to godliness. Why he had chosen her to be his, Y/N would never know; she could only accept him when he finally came calling for her.

Y/N shook her head, trying to banish all thoughts from her head, and slipped into her bed as her wet hair soaked through the pillow.

What if Geto shows himself tonight?

Perhaps she was right to mourn him, Gojo would strike him down for what he had done. Would Geto give reasons as to why he had sinned if he could speak properly? Y/N hoped so; whatever his answer, it could steel her resolve for the hard fight ahead. But for now, she attempted to empty her head of dark thoughts in an effort to sleep. She would have to be well rested to deal with the fallout of Geto’s betrayal; many new Curses would have been born from all the anguish he had caused.

Can I really hunt those who were my allies just this morning? 

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, hands clamped over her ears, and prayed the negativity and heartache away from her dreams.

-•-

A purple aura permeated Y/N’s room when she awakened, spilling in feverishly from outside the window, and an eerie silence from the previous night lingered and settled like dust. The battle for the sky must still be ongoing if no one was home yet, which meant it was as brutal as she dreaded it to be; for Gojo must have used his Hollow Purple for forcing the sky to change color. She felt fresh fear being thrown over her like a bucket of ice, as the possibility of more of her family dying hit her instantaneously. Y/N quickly donned a fresh set of armor; it was morning now, Gojo couldnt forbid her from descending to Earth since the moon and stars had vanished from sight – she was permitted to go and fight.

Wait.

Y/N froze.

It was Gojo’s voice in her head, his authority reverberating within her mind like a great ringing bell. A strange feeling gathered in the pit of her stomach; he never communicated telepathically with her. Was he trying to keep her from harm? Why wasn’t he allowing her to descend?

I’m coming to you.

Butterflies furiously erupted in her chest, and Y/N hurried outside the tower; the purple glow of the sky growing stronger the closer she got to the entrance of the tower, like a warning nobody could possibly ignore.

The streets outside were in chaos.

Wounded seraphim were being carried by other Angels from a large swirling blue portal at the farthest end of the street from her, and were immediately being tended to by Shoko’s followers. There was an acrid smell in the air; of anguish and death, the scent of suffering from Hell itself. Y/N spied Nanami Kento holding his blunted sword close to his chest, eyes closed as if he was deep in pain but keeping it hidden, as Shoko wrapped his bloodied arms with fresh bandages.

Before Y/N could push her way towards them, the crowd imploded with feverish excitement and shouting as the portal zapped shut, and she jumped back in fright. An unmistakable white head of hair was moving through the crowd, and the seraphim were singing with glee as they parted for their champion; a god splitting the sea, and holding back the oncoming tsunami of adoration. And then, Gojo finally came into view from where she stood, an indecipherable look upon his face as his eyes roamed over every seraphim in the crowd. His gaze inevitably locked onto her, and Y/N noted a crazed spark in his eyes that made her feel uneasy. But she was frozen in place, like prey helplessly watching a predator rushing towards it, as Gojo strode towards her; broad build dripping with Curse blood as he climbed the stairs, stopping just a step below her.

And then he kneeled in front of her, and the universe went quiet.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “Gojo, what are-”

He reached behind his back, procuring two katanas in his palms to her like they were an offering, but she knew exactly where they had come from. The blades were made of pure holy silver, diamonds and pearls encrusted on the hilt — unmistakably Geto’s weapons.

“Geto lost the right to these holy weapons when he betrayed us,” Gojo said as he turned the blades over in his hands, examining them with that same indecipherable look.

“He’s dead then?” Y/N breathed out shakily.

Gojo shook his head, “No, he escaped, but all his followers have been punished.”

She sucked in a breath.

So many more dead.

“These are yours now,” he continued. “If you’ll have them.”

The Six Eyes had never once kneeled for anyone. Y/N knew what was coming, what he was about to ask of her; but how and why had he decided so suddenly that now was the time? He stared up at her with those all knowing eyes, like he was privy to her thoughts whirling in her head, and maybe he was.

Let him go.

How could she? Her heart ached for a part of her soul she had never even met — and might never. Even if she did meet her soulmate, marrying Gojo would forever bind her to him, lest she would be cast out of Heaven for the sin of forsaking her marriage vows. Would he ever be able to make her move on and forget? Did he really know just how much he was asking her for? Her heart hammered in her chest; she wasn’t ready for this, not now, and maybe not ever.

He is Satoru Gojo. If he isn’t enough for you, then who else is?

“I promise to protect you from anything that would hurt you,” Gojo vowed, his voice low for words only meant for her. “I will uphold your virtue and strength, and I promise to stand by your side no matter what happens. I promise to end the Curse of Sukuna, and create a paradise for us and our children, even if it kills me.”

Never once had Satoru Gojo ever mentioned the possibility of his death; it was unnerving, unspeakable, unnatural. His usual saccharine tone was nowhere to be found, and it was deathly quiet all around them – every soul hanging on every word they spoke with bated breath.

“I promise to love you, but please… all I ask is for you to love me and accept me for all that I am, for who I’m going to become,” Gojo whispered, and for the first time in their centuries of friendship, Y/N could see desperation deep within his irises.

She breathed out, steeling herself from the heartache and loss settling deep inside her; her defeat was imminent, but she would rise again to take her seat on the throne beside him as his equal. The world jittered in anticipation as Y/N took both of Geto’s katanas in each of her hands, her knuckles turning white as she gripped their hilts. Gojo stared at her, pupils blown wide; from adoration for her or the heat of battle, she didn’t know.

“I accept you, Satoru Gojo.”

Nothing would ever be the same again.

-•-

[marauders-peace]

Black secrets

Summary: "Don't give away to much, or it will lose it's value."

Pairing: Sirius black x hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: past toxic friendship, past toxic relationship (not with the reader), insecurities, self conscious , fake dating

Thank you all for the loving comments, I will try to write more <33 This part takes place before the last.

Wc: 1.1k Masterlist Last Part Next Part

I literally flew through the corridors. My heart was racing, my legs felt light, and for the first time, my head didn't seem to throb. The sun shone brightly and seemed to smile at me. I smiled back and enjoyed the beautiful weather.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone.

I looked ahead and saw a boy from Slytherin, who looked at me with big, inquisitive eyes. Where did I know those eyes from?

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

He still looked at me with that gaze. Eventually, he shook his head. "As if someone like you could hurt me."

What?

He already pushed me aside and was about to leave after saying that, but I didn't let him go so easily.

"What do you mean?"

He looked away and shook his head again. "Forget it, Whisky."

"What… How do you know-"

"Everyone knows you by now, and you should know why." I felt small under those eyes. How they followed me. How they assessed me. How familiar they seemed.

"How do you know 'Whisky'?"

His eyes widened at that. He looked at me for a long time, as if he were just coming up with his answer.

"I'm (y/n)."

Then he looked away. I tried to catch his gaze, but I couldn't. Finally, he turned around.

"I only know Whisky, who always chases after everyone and now pretends to be with Sirius Black. Not (y/n)."

Then he walked away.

"Hey, wait! You can't just-"

"I have to go to the Quidditch field. Leave me alone."

And before I could say anything else, he was gone. My confusion slowly turned into panic as I realized what that fifth-year just said.

Pretends.

Who the hell was this boy with blavk hair and those familiar eyes? And how did he know?

~~~

"Why did you talk to Leander? And about what?" Cassie looked at me appraisingly. It seemed she and Phina didn't catch everything Leander had said in the common room. Lucky.

"I just warned him not to pick a fight with Sirius. We all know how that ends. He'll end up in the hospital wing again," I said, gathering my things and placing them on our dresser.

Our rooms were far from the other houses. It wasn't always pleasant to climb the entire way up. And who came up with the idea to place Slytherin in the basement? Whisky still always came down to wait for me.

"So what? Let him end up in the hospital wing; it's more fun for us! Otherwise, everything here is sooo boring… Since Whis-"

"Our team should win, not start a brawl," I interrupted Phina before she said something that would infuriate me. I understood her desire for something new all the time and the amusement of drama. But I didn't want any drama with Leander and Sirius at the moment.

"That's strange, though," Cassie began, leaning forward with a sly grin. "Since when does our untouchable Seraph care about our Quidditch team? Usually, you only went for Whisky. Or are you hoping to see her there?"

I shook my head laughing, as always. Don't reveal too much; otherwise, it loses its value. "Yes, sure, Cassie." Give nothing away, or it loses its value. "You have a vivid imagination in your sweet little head."

Hidden revenge hurts the most. And I know what it looks like. But when I look at Whisky, I don't see that hidden revenge. I see guilt feelings, as if she genuinely cares about me. Yes, as if that little snake somehow cares about me in her new perfect world!

Cassie didn't say anything more and looked away. Sometimes, she reminded me so terribly of Whisky that I wanted to hit her.

"Come on, Phina, let's go upstairs already."

And sometimes, she was so unlike Whisky that I wanted to strangle her.

"Can you wait for a damn moment for me? It's not that hard, is it?"

Both looked at me silently as I sighed and finished tying my hair into a ponytail. I stood up and examined myself in the mirror. "Not great, but it'll have to do."

Then I turned to the little mice, waiting for my next move. "Wasn't that difficult, was it?"

Phina looked like she wanted to say something, but Cassie gave her a look that made her hesitate. I didn't want to wait for their game, so I started walking. They followed me as always.

Take it away from them, and they'll want it again.

~~~

One foot in front of the other. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right-

"(Y/n)! There you are, we've been looking for you!" Maya and Lydia approached me. I was on my way to my room to contemplate this encounter.

"Come on, let's go to the game together; it's starting soon. And you definitely shouldn't miss it!" Lydia looked at me with a meaningful look while Maya took a moment to understand her hints.

"Yeah, you're right."

I joined them and walked towards the field with them, trying not to show anything. I kept the encounter with the boy to myself for now.

"Would it be okay if we meet up with Luis and Luke? They don't know you yet and would like to get to know you. They're nice guys, even if Luke can be a bit rough, he's still nice." Maya explained, looking at me expectantly.

I wasn't good with new people, but if they wanted to get to know me, it would be impolite to simply say no. So, I nodded with a smile, and we headed to the spectator stands.

On one side, there were mostly green robes, with a few yellow or blue ones. Slytherin was very serious when it came to the game against Gryffindor. The same could be said for those sitting on the other side.

As we approached the stands, I could already see two boys my age in Ravenclaw robes from a distance. They both had black hair and seemed to be twins, although you could distinguish them easily. One had a very serious expression and a scar on his face, while the other looked more relaxed, but something seemed to be on his mind.

Maya waved to them, and Lydia ran towards the one with a smile on her face, hugging him. He seemed surprised at first but hugged her back.

"Feeling better?" she asked him, and he smiled a sad smile. He nodded slightly but very uncertainly, and Maya scrutinized him with concern.

The somewhat grim one cleared his throat and turned to me. Instead of saying anything, he nodded his head towards me and looked at his brother pleadingly. The brother quickly caught on and let go of Lydia.

"Hey, sorry, this must be weird for you. Everything's fine, don't worry. You're (Y/n), right? I'm Luis, and this is Luke." He smiled at me, and I nodded back. "Nice to finally meet you. We've heard about you from everywhere."

I looked away shyly and didn't know what to say. I didn't have to say anything, as Luke spoke up. "We need to find a seat soon. Otherwise, Slytherin will take them all."

"And where should we sit?" I asked, looking at the others.

Luke looked at me in disbelief. "To Gryffindor? On your friend's side? Where do you want to go?"

I looked at the Slytherin side where I usually sat and was startled by his question. "I- It's just a habit, sorry."

Luis laughed softly, not mocking but friendly. "You were a Slytherin fan? How did you even end up with Sirius?" He looked at me for a long time, and my heart stopped. "But he also dated Seraph, so it seems he puts Quidditch aside in his relationships."

"Now let's go!" said Lydia, who seemed to want to get me to the spectator level as quickly as possible. Luis laughed, and Luke just grinned at me slightly as we walked in.

The field seemed huge every time I saw it. The preparation seemed to be over, and the players were in their team tents. We found seats near the front but not too close so that we could have a good view of the field.

It took a long time for all the spectators to sit down, and the murmurs subsided. I looked into the spectator rows around us and saw people I had known since childhood suddenly very close. Some even smiled at me, although we had never spoken.

Eventually, it was time. The players were called and summoned to their positions. It didn't take long until I saw Sirius, but it seemed like an eternity before our eyes met.

When he saw me, he pointed at me and smiled. As if to say, I'm winning for you. I blushed slightly and smiled back at him. Eventually, I couldn't look into those eyes anymore and looked away.

Into other familiar eyes. Wide-open eyes that looked at me in shock. Seraph was sitting across from me. I felt uncomfortable as she looked down and then back at me. But she wasn't looking at Sirius.

The Slytherin players gathered, and the last player was called to his position. The boy I had encountered. The one who glared at me from below. The one who seraph looked at in disbelief.

"And Regulus Black, as Seeker, to his position!"

Regulus.

Black?

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