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I do write yandere content
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Masterlist
Under Night In-Birth
Yume nikki
Team rwby
Genshin (Up till Fontaine, I need to catch up)
Ghost of tsushima (Yuna and other women, I will write for Jin)
Nier automata (All characters)
Ena from joel g (ena only)
Dark souls 3 and 1 (Need to finish 2) also bloodborne.
Persona 4/p4 arena and persona 5 (need to finish 3)
Smt demons/waifus
Touhou (All women)
Ddlc
Also fire emblem three houses, engage and og warriors. and fates. (All characters)
The Right Tool for the Job (or the Right Job for the Fight)
Omni-job!Wol
Imagine: The wol becomes known for mastering multiple classes and weapons, some of which they also wield and some of which are lost arts.
Characters: scions
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Alphinaud
Throughout the time he's known you he's seen many weapons upon your back
So when the time came he inherited the Sage job stone he knew to come to you for guidance
He shouldn't be surprised seeing the wide array of abilities you have
It was admirable how you had a job for almost every possible role, switching to either as best suited for the situation
Incorporates all your jobs into his plans yet tells you to rest every now and then from mastering every conceivable role
He really didn't expect your behavior as a healer in a fight
"I CAN'T OUT HEAL STUPIDITY, MOVE!" "Healers adjust." Healers what? "ADJUST THIS!" Now he's running to make sure you don't kill someone yourself instead of healing them
Always surprised at the offensive spells you come up with as a healer
"Blood for the blood lily!" "Blood for the wh-"
Alisaie
Was surprised when she saw the rapier at your hip and arcane focus
Didn't expect you to take to Red mage but now regularly asks for spars
Can't help but watch you fight with interest. Seeing different moves and spells you invented yourself will ask to be taught how and mimic some
Is always eager to learn more and is extra competitive now that you wield the same job
Seeing you take on so many other roles in her eyes only widens the gap between you two.
Might take on a new job herself if it helped you so much. (Dark Knight Alisae squeenix pls pls pls)
If your dpsing both of you are competing on who is taking down the enemy first. Steals the lb. If your healing your scolding her to move away from attacks.
Estinien
Is wondering when you had the time to learn other arts and still beat him as a dragoon
Do all these other jobs help? You do fight differently than his peers in Coerthas, but he figured it was having fought a wide variety than just dragons
A little surprised seeing you wield a farmer's tool. But Reaper was no laughing matter. Is a little wary after getting possessed, but trusts you to be responsible
Still keeping an eye out
Are you really coming at him with a paint brush?
"What's that going to do, tickle me?" "I'm drawing you pregnant of course." "What."
Now fears pictomancy
Appreciates you healing him after a fight or taking a hit as a tank. Even when he ignores your scolding his dragoon antics. Fighting with you is always a pleasure.
G'raha
Learned different jobs like you over the years
Still, he was effectively immortal back then and had lived many life times. You had a couple of years to learn and master a great number
Your versatility was one of the more common things people reprise in history. All the lost arts you brought back and the way you wielded every weapon
Is eager to question you about these esoteric jobs especially Summoner. Beaming at the sight of all your summons.
If you're comfortable, he wants to look through your grimoire and see if any calculations could be improved but just giddy getting his hands on it and looking through the pages
Years worth of progress in these pages. Seeing your little marks and, if your inclined, doodles and notes in the margins
Remembers the first time he met you during the crystal tower raids. You seemed so capable
Now he sees you've really grown into your role with new moves besides
Thancred
Gunbreaker buddies
Feels better co-tanking with you
Unless you're comparing weapons. Stop saying your sword is bigger than his
Thankful if you're a rogue or ninja that someone else on this team knows stealth and discretion- what's that on your head?
He can't use aether anymore but he's impressed how you've learned both disciplines of might and arcane
Still doesn't know the extent of how many jobs their warrior has.
Many times he says goodbye to them as a warrior, giant axe on their back. Next time they meet their in white robes and holding a staff with a story of the padjal agreeing to letting them learn white magic
Words can't express how he felt seeing the voidsent you've cut a deal with, his protective side making him watch it like a hawk and interrogating you for details
Yshtola
But how do you keep stumbling on these lost arts. Isn't it impossible to hold more than a couple job stones before it harms the user? Is it the blessing of light?
Her and the rest of the scions thought it was overkill learning so many skills
Then they saw how you fight and thought better
Seemlessly switching between each role for a unique advantage was an art in itself. It was clear you knew what each job in and out to fit them in your fighting style
One not many could boast such a thing
Interested in the black mage job stone letting you channel that much aether
Might rope you in to discussing various arcane arts
Would love to hear the story of black mages and scholars
Honestly should have grilled you more on the Reaper thing. Maybe she decided not to question what you get up to when your gallivanting outside of scion work
Pleased you get along well with her sister and helped with her research
Urianger
He was surprised to see you pick up healing as an Astrologian when it's a job Sharlayan was keeping it under raps
Also ropes you into discussing the arcane arts. Sees what you're doing differently and the new spells you come up with. It was all enlightening
Thought about you when he picked up Astrologian hoping for another conversation about the First's night sky
Might compare each other's Astrologian drip
Would love to go into a deep dive of a job's history especially the ones thought lost to time
Cautions others on crossing you whenever you take on a healer role. Your friendly bomb might not be so friendly if they keep being reckless
Krile
Joins the other scions in watching the warrior pick up a job they've been trying to practice for some time and ace it within a relatively short amount of time
She literally just picked it up
At least she can draw hands (jk Alphinaud's the real artist here)
Knows those job stone crystals are going to be faught over a lot when your done with them
Still she's glad to bounce ideas off with someone who knows the job
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Imagining that one fanart with the scions' hands holding their respective job crystals (and Tataru with her coin). Just imagining the wol's hands also there but it's cupping a mountain of job crystals.
I'm fully aware of how weird this is gonna sound but... I'll be honest here since you have a track record of not really being the judgemental type for weird asks and your also from a less than welcoming place for lgbtqia+ folk (Gay for me, Ace for you) I might as well give it a try.
I would like to see a fic where Hong Lu is getting absolutely obliterated by a facefucking. Tears streaming down his face, arms limp at his side, and brain turned off as his head is dragged up and down a cock/strap by his ponytail.
Again, I know Its a bit weird but... well to be honest ever since I saw his design for the first time I've wanted to see him in that kind of position. I'm not usually the type for rough stuff like that but something about his design flipped that switch and it was only made worse by his character.
If you don't feel comfortable with this ask that's completely fine and I'm sorry for sending it in.
You, my good anon, have the nebulous honor of receiving the third piece of actual smut I have ever written!
First though, a small bit of housekeeping: Explicit Content Below! MDNI! This fic contains large amounts of rather rough oral sex, Hong Lu being a teasing little shit, the reader having a penis, the reader and Hong Lu being horny for one another, cum swallowing, hickeys, and biting.
Now then, with that out of the way, your wish is my command!
Your heart was beating out of your chest, and it wasn’t just from the stress of the workday. Hell, if that was all it was you wouldn’t be rushing down the hall with a red face while your stomach tied itself into knots.
All because of that damn Hong Lu. God, you’d hate him if you weren’t so damn infatuated with him.
All he did was trip into your seat and land on your lap which forced you to wrap your arms around him to keep him from falling. Then, of course, that jackass and his pretty face with his soothing voice had to do something and do something he did.
Heavens above your skin was still burning from where he wrapped his arms around your neck and that’s not even getting into the way your heart was still cartwheeling in your chest when he called you his “hero” for “saving” him from his little fall. Then there was what he whispered into your ear while everyone else was chuckling or telling him to be more careful.
“Heroes like you… they deserve rewards don’t they~? How about I give you one tonight in your room?”
Those two sentences have been rattling around your skull like shrapnel ever since. You had no idea what this “reward” would be. Part of you was hoping for a specific type of reward of course. The rest of you was aghast at you thinking of Hong Lu like that despite the fact you’ve had a thing for him since you saw him.
Regardless of whatever reward he decided was fitting for you, you knew that he would need permission to enter your room and that helped you to calm your beating heart as you opened the door to your room, entered it and closed the door behind you before turning on the lights and-
Oh.
That was Hong Lu.
That was Hong Lu was sitting on your bed in a button-up shirt, silky boxer briefs and nothing else with his legs crossed while he leaned back on his hands.
“I told you I’d give you your reward~” Hong Lu declared with a smile.
You wanted to ask how he got in here without you letting him in. Then you remembered how much you’ve wanted to spend time alone with him and that answered your own question.
“I… uh- Hi?” you squeaked out while trying and failing to will all of the blood in your body away from your lower half.
“Hello to you too~” the sixth sinner mischievously responded, slowly and confidently rising from your bed like a king might rise from a throne to slowly strut towards you like a model walking down the runway, swaying his hips slightly with each step.
“You thought you were being discreet, didn’t you~! But I’m sorry to say you weren’t. I saw all the ways you looked at my body, even when it was corroded by E.G.O. and no longer human by any stretch of the word. Don’t worry, I’m in no position to be angry at you. In fact, it would be hypocritical of me if I did, after all-” Hong Lu began to whisper as he approached you, hands reaching out to remove your tie with one hand and undo both your belt and your pants with the other before stopping what he was saying and doing to plant a kiss on your neck and declare “I looked at you in the exact same ways~!”
You, through some act of god, managed to retain enough brain functions to stay standing and let out a silent “oh” at Hong Lu’s admission of being guilty of the same things you were.
However, that didn’t stop your higher brain functions from shutting down and rioting at the fact he kissed you on the neck instead of on the lips. Really, now of all times was when he decided to learn shame? Not on your watch!
Attempting to go on the attack, you tried to envelop his lips with your own. He was all too happy to reciprocate as he pulled every article of your clothing he could get his hands on off your body before tossing them to the side until your underwear dropped to the floor which, upon realizing that, Hong Lu turned the two of you around and began to push you towards the bed until your legs hit the back of it and you fell onto it. This gave Hong Lu all the time he needed to tear his shirt off and throw it to the side as he dropped to his knees and in between your legs where he wasted no time in giving you the “reward” he promised.
“My, Someone is certainly happy to see me~!” your… lover? hummed, accentuating every word with a kiss or lick of the tip, making the erect flesh throb with painful need and arousal.
Before you could even respond to words of the incubus between your legs, he stunned you to silence as he lowered his head to the inside of your thigh and rubbed the side of his face against your turgid member, making sure he kept eye contact the entire time. Doubly so when he got a whiff of your scent.
“Uwaah~! You feel like you’re about to burn up! But this smell… it’s so intoxicating~! All of your want for me, all the ways you’ve imagined my body writhing in pleasure, all of those long nights spent alone while you watched my body dance across the battlefield wishing I was dancing upon you… Oh yes, I felt your eyes on me the entire time, and don’t worry, I was flattered. However, you will have to accept that your hand and whatever toys you may have will no longer be of any use to you as you will be releasing all of that emotion into… well, allow me to show not tell.” Hong Lu teased before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue followed by his hand raising and fishooking the side of his own cheek open, which, when paired with the light hanging from the ceiling above, gave you a perfect view.
He looked so inviting, so warm. The muscles of his throat fluttered as you looked at them, his slick and sinfully wonderful tongue was twitching and flexing with impatience, wanting to taste you again and again until the end.
You were not so proud as to deny the way your balls ached at the sight, nor would you deny the beads of pre-cum forming on your tip as you imagined how Hong Lu would feel around you.
Upon seeing your reaction, Hong Lu removed his finger from his mouth and licked his lips before speaking.
“This… this will be a delicious experience for both you and me. First though, there are two rules you must follow~” the almost entirely naked young man moaned as, like a snake, he slid his body upward and against yours until he was sitting in your lap and had his arms loosely wrapped over your shoulders and behind your neck.
Mind foggy from lust and mouth dry from anticipation you nodded. Good god… even through the silken form fitting boxers he wore under his pants, you could feel the heft and curve of his ass, along with the delectable way it struck a mind-numbing balance between jiggling softness and battle-ready firmness.
“Good, good~” Hong Lu whispered with glossed over eyes, the tip of his own cock lightly poking your stomach as he gently rolled his ass against yours.
“The first rule is this. I want you to give me all of your desire, all of those impure thoughts. Show me all the ways you dreamed of having me become yours. Especially if the treatment is on the…” Hong Lu began to declare huskily before leaning in to bite the lobe of your ear and whisper “Rougher side~…”
You were all too happy to follow this rule, one of your hands already grabbing one half of his heart shaped derriere while the other wrapped itself around the base of his ponytail and yanked it back, forcing a moan from his lips that mixed pain and pleasure as you began to bite and suck on the tender flesh that you had wanted since you first saw it.
“O-oh~ Tha-” he was cut off mid-sentence by another moan that only served to make your cock lurch and yearn to find itself inside Hong Lu after dreaming about him for so long.
“T-that feels incredible~! As f-for the sec- Oh my~ the second rule, I want you to use t-the name I was g-given at birth. I want you to call me Jia Baoyu, I want you to show me how lit- mhm- how little a “precious jade” is worth in matters of the flesh~” Jia Baoyu declared between moans and gasps as you left hickeys and bites on his neck and shoulder.
“You g-damn you taste incredible, Baoyu- you got it.” You groaned, mind barely functioning due to the mind melting sensations of your five senses being filled and overloaded with the blushing, horny, gasping, and moaning mess the sixth sinner was becoming.
You were well aware of the fact that you probably looked even worse than he did.
You did not care in the slightest. The only thing you cared about was this room, this bed, and this beautiful, incredible, mouthwatering, jaw dropping person you had fallen for from the moment you saw him.
“Mhm~ Good, good… now, let’s make things a bit fairer~” Baoyu muttered before pulling away from you to stand on the floor with his back facing you. At first, you hissed at the loss of warmth and the sudden cold of the room.
Then you saw the trail his hands were following down his body, tracing the lines of a form that scoffed at the thought of concepts like “masculine” and “feminine” being polar opposites with its defined, powerful muscles and soft, sensual curves that Baoyu accentuated with his truly lewd display, using his entire being to say “This show is for you alone, and soon this flesh will be too” while his hands drifted to his waistband.
His fingers separated the elastic band from his hips, hands slowly pulling the cloth down to tantalize you as he exposed the last part of himself he had kept hidden. Sticking his ass out towards you while his hands sailed across the pale expanse of his thighs until the last piece of cloth on either of your bodies fell to the ground where he stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.
He looked absolutely incredible, like a masterpiece given life. Bare in body and bare in soul. He was divine beauty and sinful want given form.
Good god you had it bad for this man.
Seeing your adoration in both your eyes and the way your body responded to him, a satisfied grin appeared upon Baoyu’s face along with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he began to descend. Following the curve of your body with his hands and mouth. Biting your lips, kissing your neck, trailing down your chest with his tongue until he reached your nipple one of which he bit while he teased the other with his hand to draw melodic moans and gasps from deep within you until he was satisfied upon which continued downwards with a trail of kisses, bites, and hickeys.
Now he was back on the floor, sitting on his bowed legs in such a way that made his thighs and ass look even larger and as such, all the more tantalizing. Add this to the position he took with his face under your cock, teasing it with his own hot and panting breaths and… well, let’s just say the invisible string holding you back from simply plunging into his mouth and fucking it until you were satisfied was rapidly fraying.
Then Baoyu spoke.
“Remember~ I want you to show me all the ways you’ve wanted me. All the ways you’ve wanted me to- GHLRK!”
The beautiful, seductive, incredible voice was cut short by the rope holding your desire back snapping, forcing him to take your member instead of talking.
Baoyu only had time to moan while tears formed at the corner of his eyes and the muscles in his throat began involuntarily fluttering and tightening around the sudden intruder which only added to your pleasure as you stood up from the bed and grabbed both sides of his skull, wrenching it away from you and your hips back until only the tip of your spit covered cock was being lavished and worshiped by his tongue.
Then, with all the gentleness you could muster at this point in time, you violently slammed your hips forward with little regard, forcing his lips to meet the base of your shaft and his eyes to cross as tears began to fall down his face and his arms hung limply at his sides. Dragging another wet, cock hardening “GHLRK” from his throat.
It would not be the last, in fact, soon there would be a cacophony, no, a SYMPHONY of them soon to follow.
Every time you speared his gullet, every time you pulled back from Baoyu’s vacuum seal to let his tongue taste you, every time you returned to that boiling, sensual warmth and had another layer of frothing, sloppy saliva added to the surface of your dick while he moaned, his body made a string of sounds.
“GHK SLUUUUUURP GHLRK OHHN!!!”
“GAK HUUUURG FLURRK UHHGH!!!”
Countless combinations of these noises, countless mind-melting thrusts into Baoyu’s throat.
Somehow, between the curses of pleasure and praises for how good he was making you feel, your mind began to wonder what his family would say if they saw him now. This wonderful person that they ignored in favor of seeing him as only a precious jade, now naked and on his knees as you fucked his throat with such ferocity and force one might believe you were delusional enough to think Baoyu would get pregnant from it. You weren’t the sadistic type, but the look of sheer horror on their faces would be incredible to witness.
You could already hear the lamentations of “The precious jade of the Jia Family, Baoyu. Stolen away and corrupted by the outside world” when all you did was fall in love with someone and were lucky enough to have those feelings reciprocated.
If that’s what they considered “corruption” then yeah, you corrupted him beyond any form of purification and, if the way your stomach was tightening was any indication, you were about too “corrupt” him a whole hell of a lot more.
Turning your gaze downward to the beautiful person beneath you, the one you’ve turned into a limp, blushing mess with glossed over eyes pouring tears, a spit covered face and a pool of cum between his legs from his own overstimulated cock.
“I-I’m c- oh fffffucking hell that’s incredible- I’m getting close, B-baoyu” you managed to moan and gasp out to your lover between thrusts.
In response, the incubus between your legs simply sucked even harder. Almost as if to say “Good! I’ve been waiting to taste you and this desire for a very long time~!”
Baoyu’s re-doubled efforts to force you over the edge ensured that whatever time you had left before falling over it was reduced by orders of magnitude until that tightness in your stomach snapped and your vision went white.
Your legs went limp and you fell back onto the bed, dragging your cock free of Baoyu’s cum filled mouth in the process and shooting the last few ropes onto his face and chest as spots danced in the corner of your vison.
By the time you had regained enough strength to sit back up, you were just in time to see Baoyu swallowing the majority of your load followed by him commenting “Mmm~ Mmm~ Mmm~! Not even my private chef’s back home had ever made something that tasted so… delicious~” as he dragged his fingers through the ropes of cum that had landed on his body and licked them clean, leaving you stunned and, if it wasn’t for how damned tired you felt from just one round paired with the reasonable and logical fear that if you attempted to fuck him in the ass he would ride you until you broke, you were sure your dick would be rock hard at the sight.
Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to explain that to Dante. Tonight, at least since your lover seemed to be of the same mind.
“Oooh, that was truly incredible~ Unfortunately, it is time for a far less… pleasant task.” Baoyu whined while shakily bringing himself back to his feet, almost falling more than once but managing to steady his footing.
Looking around your room at the clothes tossed haphazardly across the place, the mess of spit, tears, and cum around the two of you, along with the basically ruined sheets, you had to agree. This was going to be unpleasant.
However, there were two of you and, with only a small amount of teasing and innuendos from Baoyu about how “sore” his throat was going to be tomorrow, the room was… mostly not a wreck anymore and that was good enough for the two of you as there was still two more things to clean.
Your bodies.
Thankfully, each room had a shower and thanks to something Faust did just before leaving the great lakes, they now had practically infinite hot water for baths, and most importantly for you two, showers.
A few minutes spent bickering about water temperature later, the two of you stood under the falling water, your lover standing behind you with his arms wrapped loosely around your midsection as he listened to your body and hummed happily at its sounds.
“Hey… uh… Hong Lu?” you muttered.
You received no response.
“Baoyu?” you questioned once more.
“Hmm~?” he responded, placing a kiss on the side of your neck.
“Should we tell the others? I mean, there wasn’t any explicit rules about… inter-employee romance of the same ranks in the contract.” You asked, raising your hand to the side of his face.
“I don’t see why not, besides~ its not like they could or stop us.” Baoyu mused with a smile and a laugh, leaning into your touch.
“Counterpoint, our guide is a color fixer” you retorted, leaning back into your lover’s arms.
“Ah yes, our guide~ Mister “I am always grumpy and won’t save you ever” who is probably too nice for his own good and has risked not only his life but his own goals for us more than once. I doubt he will have any objections, dear~” came the joyful response as he rested his head on your shoulder.
“And if he does for one reason or another?” you asked, leaning your head against his.
“I will simply have to fight him for my right to stay with you of course.” Baoyu declared, his voice still sounding carefree while carrying an edge of determination.
You were quiet for a moment before responding, your face flushing red but a soft smile forming despite it.
“Jia Baoyu?” you asked, using his full name to ensure he knew how important this was.
“Yes?” he responded, his full attention on you and what you had to say.
“I love you.” You declared, truthfully, clearly, and without any hint of shame or embarrassment.
For a moment, Baoyu was shocked at your words as his face turned crimson and his voice raised an octave as he let out a half-stifled whine and buried his face in the side of your neck.
“You should really warn someone before you say something like that, dear!” Baoyu whispered, fighting back tears that he had no reason to cry.
“Why should I? If there’s one thing I’ve learned on this bus is that you shouldn’t be ashamed of your passions and I am very, very passionate about you Baoyu!” you retorted with a laugh that seemed to say “I’ve got the most incredible guy in the city, no, in the entire WORLD at my side so why should I care about what anyone else thinks?”.
Even before facing himself and accepting his own emotions, Baoyu knew what he should say whenever he dreamed or thought of this moment. Now though? What he should say and what he was going to say were the same.
“I… I love you to. And… I wouldn’t be entirely opposed to demonstrating to my family just how much I love you~"
“Oh god. I said that aloud didn’t I…” you whimpered in embarrassment.
“Yes, you did lover~ Yes. You. Did.” Baoyu whispered into your ears.
The Right Tool for the Job (or the Right Job for the Fight)
Omni-job!Wol
Imagine: The wol becomes known for mastering multiple classes and weapons, some of which they also wield and some of which are lost arts.
Characters: scions
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Alphinaud
Throughout the time he's known you he's seen many weapons upon your back
So when the time came he inherited the Sage job stone he knew to come to you for guidance
He shouldn't be surprised seeing the wide array of abilities you have
It was admirable how you had a job for almost every possible role, switching to either as best suited for the situation
Incorporates all your jobs into his plans yet tells you to rest every now and then from mastering every conceivable role
He really didn't expect your behavior as a healer in a fight
"I CAN'T OUT HEAL STUPIDITY, MOVE!" "Healers adjust." Healers what? "ADJUST THIS!" Now he's running to make sure you don't kill someone yourself instead of healing them
Always surprised at the offensive spells you come up with as a healer
"Blood for the blood lily!" "Blood for the wh-"
Alisaie
Was surprised when she saw the rapier at your hip and arcane focus
Didn't expect you to take to Red mage but now regularly asks for spars
Can't help but watch you fight with interest. Seeing different moves and spells you invented yourself will ask to be taught how and mimic some
Is always eager to learn more and is extra competitive now that you wield the same job
Seeing you take on so many other roles in her eyes only widens the gap between you two.
Might take on a new job herself if it helped you so much. (Dark Knight Alisae squeenix pls pls pls)
If your dpsing both of you are competing on who is taking down the enemy first. Steals the lb. If your healing your scolding her to move away from attacks.
Estinien
Is wondering when you had the time to learn other arts and still beat him as a dragoon
Do all these other jobs help? You do fight differently than his peers in Coerthas, but he figured it was having fought a wide variety than just dragons
A little surprised seeing you wield a farmer's tool. But Reaper was no laughing matter. Is a little wary after getting possessed, but trusts you to be responsible
Still keeping an eye out
Are you really coming at him with a paint brush?
"What's that going to do, tickle me?" "I'm drawing you pregnant of course." "What."
Now fears pictomancy
Appreciates you healing him after a fight or taking a hit as a tank. Even when he ignores your scolding his dragoon antics. Fighting with you is always a pleasure.
G'raha
Learned different jobs like you over the years
Still, he was effectively immortal back then and had lived many life times. You had a couple of years to learn and master a great number
Your versatility was one of the more common things people reprise in history. All the lost arts you brought back and the way you wielded every weapon
Is eager to question you about these esoteric jobs especially Summoner. Beaming at the sight of all your summons.
If you're comfortable, he wants to look through your grimoire and see if any calculations could be improved but just giddy getting his hands on it and looking through the pages
Years worth of progress in these pages. Seeing your little marks and, if your inclined, doodles and notes in the margins
Remembers the first time he met you during the crystal tower raids. You seemed so capable
Now he sees you've really grown into your role with new moves besides
Thancred
Gunbreaker buddies
Feels better co-tanking with you
Unless you're comparing weapons. Stop saying your sword is bigger than his
Thankful if you're a rogue or ninja that someone else on this team knows stealth and discretion- what's that on your head?
He can't use aether anymore but he's impressed how you've learned both disciplines of might and arcane
Still doesn't know the extent of how many jobs their warrior has.
Many times he says goodbye to them as a warrior, giant axe on their back. Next time they meet their in white robes and holding a staff with a story of the padjal agreeing to letting them learn white magic
Words can't express how he felt seeing the voidsent you've cut a deal with, his protective side making him watch it like a hawk and interrogating you for details
Yshtola
But how do you keep stumbling on these lost arts. Isn't it impossible to hold more than a couple job stones before it harms the user? Is it the blessing of light?
Her and the rest of the scions thought it was overkill learning so many skills
Then they saw how you fight and thought better
Seemlessly switching between each role for a unique advantage was an art in itself. It was clear you knew what each job in and out to fit them in your fighting style
One not many could boast such a thing
Interested in the black mage job stone letting you channel that much aether
Might rope you in to discussing various arcane arts
Would love to hear the story of black mages and scholars
Honestly should have grilled you more on the Reaper thing. Maybe she decided not to question what you get up to when your gallivanting outside of scion work
Pleased you get along well with her sister and helped with her research
Urianger
He was surprised to see you pick up healing as an Astrologian when it's a job Sharlayan was keeping it under raps
Also ropes you into discussing the arcane arts. Sees what you're doing differently and the new spells you come up with. It was all enlightening
Thought about you when he picked up Astrologian hoping for another conversation about the First's night sky
Might compare each other's Astrologian drip
Would love to go into a deep dive of a job's history especially the ones thought lost to time
Cautions others on crossing you whenever you take on a healer role. Your friendly bomb might not be so friendly if they keep being reckless
Krile
Joins the other scions in watching the warrior pick up a job they've been trying to practice for some time and ace it within a relatively short amount of time
She literally just picked it up
At least she can draw hands (jk Alphinaud's the real artist here)
Knows those job stone crystals are going to be faught over a lot when your done with them
Still she's glad to bounce ideas off with someone who knows the job
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Imagining that one fanart with the scions' hands holding their respective job crystals (and Tataru with her coin). Just imagining the wol's hands also there but it's cupping a mountain of job crystals.
Hello hi it is i! I must request the reader having to take care of silver after she came back home utterly shitfaced. That is all, thank you :>
Heya Viv! Glad to seeya in the Inbox! Also, I'm incredibly happy to say that you are the first DEADLOCK request I've gotten! Now, with that out of the way, let me say that your wish is my command!
The next time you saw Silver, she’s deader than… something. You couldn’t come up with something at the moment. You were too pissed.
She said she was heading out for a few drinks with your least favorite catholic priest.
That was SEVERAL hours ago and when you paired that with the very obvious sound of an explosion from somewhere off in the distance that you heard earlier… well, it didn’t take an intellect like Dynamo’s to put two and two together.
You were debating if you should call up some of Silver’s associates. Wraith has tossed her a few bones before, Mo & Krill were always willing to help Silver out, Abrams is-
Before you could continue down the list of folks you could call up or cash in favors with, you were interrupted by the sound of three heavy knocks.
Three heavy knocks that were most definitely NOT Silver’s…
Slowly inching towards the door, you grabbed one of the many knives Silver kept stashed around the place and readied yourself for something to go wrong before looking through the peephole in the door and found… a priest, dragging Silver by the collar of her jacket.
Quickly unlocking and opening the door, you let out a sigh made from some sour mixture of relief, exasperation, concern, and anxiousness.
Partially because Silver finally showed up, reeking of liquor so bottom shelf they had to break out the shovels and pickaxes to get at it.
Mostly because of the person who was her chaperone home.
Father Quinn Rourke, The Venator.
One of the Big Apple’s latest freaks to roll through the city like a wrecking ball, member of an order of monster hunters, big fan of guns, and worst of all… Catholic.
“Good evening, Father.” You greeted the scarred man, doing your best to ignore the pungent smell of his slowly burning stogie.
The man grunted in response and trudged forward, dragging Silver’s half delirious body with him across the threshold of your apartment as he almost crushed you underfoot.
Feather light footfalls that failed to do the bulk of the Father justice alongside the quiet clinging and clanging of metal echoed through the room as he marched towards the couch and, with all the grace and care of a bull in a china shop, tossed Silver down onto the poor piece of furniture like a sack of potatoes or a red headed step child. Springs already screaming in protest at their rough treatment and preparing to unionize against you.
“Your dog is… very annoying when drunk.” The mountain of a man grumbled before turning on his heel and reaching into one of the numerous pouches, pockets, and satchels strapped to his body.
Oddly enough, at the exact same time, you felt your body ready itself to flood your system with adrenaline that you would probably need to get the hell out of dodge if The Venator and Silver decided to throw down in your living room.
A few, very tense moments later, The Father removed a pocketbook and a pair of reading glasses from a pouch, looked them over, nodded to himself, and promptly marched into your kitchen as if he owned the place. This was shortly followed by an almighty racket as he rooted through your cupboards looking for… something.
You decided against trying to find out what he was looking for in favor of shuffling across the room to the form of the half catatonic werewolf on your couch.
Silver, like most times she came home so shitfaced she couldn’t tell up from down or left from right, looked absolutely pathetic. Her hair was soaked and plastered to her forehead, her face looked like someone had taken a bucket of red paint and water boarded her with it, her clothes reeked so strongly of alcohol you were sure you were going to wake up with your own hangover because of it, and the less said about the one Silver will have the better.
“Ugh… Silver, you are so very lucky I’m crazy about you. Otherwise, I’d find the tallest building in the city and kick you off of it for worrying my like that.” You hissed at the blonde whilst massaging the bridge of your nose.
In response, all Silver could slur and drawl out was “Yer real pretty when yur angry butsh I’m already tuh…tuh… tuhken! Yeahs, thatsh the word!”
“Father?” you half shouted into the din of war originating from your kitchen.
“Yes, child?” the father responded calmly over the sound of sizzling food, pouring liquid and… was that the screaming of the damned?
“Is it to late for me to return her?” you questioned the man of the cloth.
“I would sooner fist fight that infernus, Abrams, than drag her back across the city. Or I would just shoot her.” The man dryly declared without a drop of sarcasm in his voice.
You let out a groan before muttering “She has that effect on people.”
“Hmm, with luck this concoction I am making may temporarily fix that.” The Venator retorted as the sounds coming from within your kitchen came to an end and he walked from around the corner with a cup of… something held out in front of him with tongs that he was holding with oven mitts.
You did your best to ignore how the assumedly non-sentient “substance” was burbling and glorping angrily, as if it was actively furious about its own existence.
“What’s that? Some sort of pre-hangover cure?” you questioned while shuffling way from the “substance” the man who has probably made actual demons, ghosts, and ghouls bite the curb before stomping their heads in was holding out in front of himself like it was a bomb.
“No. Something to make the hangover worse.” The man of the cloth answered with a somewhat sadistic smile and a puff of smoke escaping from the side of his mouth.
“Huh. Silver was right about you. You are an asshole.” Was your deadpan and brutally honest response.
“I may be a man of the cloth, but I am not above petty revenge.” Father Quinn Rourke, The Venator, terror of supernatural threats everywhere, and all-around crazy bastard chuckled out like a child about to get see his greatest enemy get her well-deserved comeuppance
You, of course, did nothing to save the werewolf as the “substance” was poured into her open mouth.
“EVIL!!! THE SUN IS EVIL!!! I WILL KILL THE SUN!!!” were Silver’s thoughts as she attempted to move from her place on the couch, only to very gracefully flop off the couch and onto the floor with a thump.
Her head was pounding like she got her clock cleaned by Abrams, Bebop, or god forbid, Lash. Fucken hell, if she got her ass kicked by Jacob fucking Lash, she would find the nearest sliver knife and gut herself with it.
However, before this train of thought could continue, a wave of nausea flooded her entire being and, for one brief, wonderful moment, she was lucid enough to realize she had not gotten her shit kicked in by Lash, she had once again drank herself in a blackout.
Then the bile started flooding up her throat and she had to bolt for the restroom.
Meanwhile, you sat in the chair across from the couch, a fresh glass of orange juice in your hand as you took pleasure in the suffering Silver brought upon herself… plus a little more from your new favorite catholic priest of course.
By the time you finished your juice, Silver was walking back from the restroom on shaking legs and with glossed over eyes, tears falling from them as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.
“My, you are looking suitably pathetic today dear.” You jabbed at the werewolf, allowing yourself to be a little meaner than you usually would when she had a hangover for the sake of punishing her.
“F-fuck you.” Silver rasped out through chattering teeth, trying to put up some form of token resistance to you despite how miserable she felt.
“You wish, but not today and most definitely not before you’ve cleaned up.” You shot back while standing up and walking across the room, briefly stopping in the kitchen to place your glass in the sink before walking towards the very hungover and very pathetic looking werewolf wearing sweat drenched day-old clothes that reeked of booze and bad decisions.
Stopping just in front of her, you raised your hand to the side of her face and allowed her to lean into it despite the fact that you really shouldn’t be indulging her like this if you were trying to punish her for all the worry she caused you last night.
However, she did look VERY pretty like this…
“So… what I’m hearin is that I might have a chance tonight if I take a bath and put on a fresh pair of clothes?” Silver muttered with a shit eating grin you were surprised she had enough energy to muster considering her current state.
She was showing her canines and everything.
“You are absolutely insufferable. You know that, right?” you chuckled quietly while removing your hand from the side of Silver’s face, taking only a small amount of joy in the offended whine she let out.
“Fine, if you want insufferable, how about you join me in the shower, and I’ll show you how insufferable I can be while I-” Silver began to grumble out before being cut off.
“I would love to do that. Unfortunately, I know that your idea of a “shower” is just standing under the water for ten minutes or until you stop smelling. Not to mention the first time I cleaned your hair I had to remove an actual bird’s nest from it. So, no. I won’t be joining you in the shower. I’m going to make you take a bath.” You ordered the white-haired hellion of a woman before you, earning a glare for your troubles.
Five minutes and several threats of taking up amateur percussion later, Silver sat in the bathtub, the scalding hot water slowly rising around her while you were perched upon a small wooden stool and delighted yourself with the beauty of Silver’s form.
“If your gonna sit their eye fucking me, you could at least tell me what you find so interestin.” Silver grumbled out, still somewhat irritated by the fact she was being forced to take a bath.
You let out a soft, quiet chuckle before speaking.
“Oh, Lilah, if I did something like that we’d be here for days and days.”
As the words left your mouth, you allowed yourself the indulgence of letting your thumb trace the scar on her face, taking notice of how her face flushed and body shuddered as you did so.
Before Silver could concoct a response, however, you plunged your other hand, which held a cup, into the water behind her back and promptly removed it from the ocean in miniature for the sake of dumping on her head, plastering her mane down.
“Motherfucker!” Silver hissed, making you smile as you set to work. Starting with her hair, and all of the tangles and knots therein. First, of course, came the shampoo. Something warm smelling of course, like a cool fall night that was just warm enough to be bearable with the warmth of someone else added to your own but not so strong as to overwhelm Silver’s senses. That was your job after all.
After working through the knots to the best of your ability while considering if it would just be better to shave her head and save yourself the trouble in the future, you began the process of rinsing her hair followed by lathering it in shampoo which you would let sit before moving onto your favorite part.
Silver, too hungover to argue and already used to the song and dance, merely allowed you to go about your work while trying and failing to hide how much she enjoyed the way you worked her muscles over as you slowly, methodically, and torturously scrubbed her body down. Drawing out aches and pains she had long since gotten used to and washing them down the drain whilst your fingers ghosted over scars both old and new, allowing her to indulge in the fantasy of you kissing each and every one of them while tormenting her with only a facsimile of the feeling.
It felt incredible.
It wasn’t enough.
Your fingers fell down her back, tracing the grooves of scars and the definition of muscles before pressing down, her body welcoming the sensation with open arms as it allowed you to remind Silver what feeling “good” actually meant without having to rely on booze and smokes to dull the pain of being sloppy on a job or make the one of the dozen patch ups she’d done on herself stop throbbing while she was tracking a bounty down.
Sometimes, she wanted to hate how much better things were with you around. Most of the time though, she was too busy wondering if she’d gotten taken out on one of her jobs and this was some sort of heaven. Then again, if it was, that bastard of a priest wouldn’t be skulking around the cursed apple.
For now, though, she was just content with this.
You, her, and a somewhat crappy overpriced apartment with an impressively bad view in the middle of nowhere that, through some form of black magic more than likely, overlapped with all the crazies in the city and their stomping grounds.
And Lilah Silver? She wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.
(jokingly) torturing roland with awful cooking videos? I mean really bad ones like baking raw spaghetti with mince meat (yeah that's a thing) assuming that internet is a thing in the project moon universe.. and even if not.. it's funny tbh
Good news everyone! I am not dead! Sorry for my absence, it was a combination of writer's block as well as being unwell for a while. I will say I may be absent for the following two days as I am going on a trip. For all of you who are waiting on a request: I will get to it, don’t you worry! I’m just prioritizing ones I have ideas for so I don’t get burnout. (ALSO I KNOW THE EXACT VIDEO YOU MEAN.)
Torturing Roland with Awful Cooking Videos Headcanons:
When you call him over saying that you want to make something with him, he’s very welcoming to the idea! This poor man foolishly thinks that this is going to be a fun little get together where the two of you can just spend time together. He is wrong.
Everything seems normal at first. You get out ingredients, set them on the table, and set up a video for the both of you. Roland sees nothing wrong with that, even if he prefers following written recipes he understands the benefit that comes with exactly knowing what to do.
The only suspicious thing is the way you keep glancing over to him, and he is soon to find out why. The way his expression seems to morph into distress, concern, and repulsion will forever be framed in your mind.
Oh but you play the part of feigning innocence, and you play the part well. You want to laugh, but not yet, not until he truly believes that this is what you want to cook with him.
Now he likes cooking, but he’s far from calling himself a master chef. This however, no matter how dressed up or fancy you can make it look, feels wrong. It’s enough to make a cook from District 23 cry, and they’re no stranger to uncanny recipes.
He turns to you with the most torn expression possible, only uttering “This is a joke, right?” He needs some form of reassurance to confirm that you’re not creating whatever… that is.
You remain silent, staring him dead in the eyes, doing your best to hold a straight face. Now he’s starting to grow worried because he can’t tell your intentions anymore.
The guy starts backpedaling on his statement, worried that he may have sounded a bit harsh and you really wanted to spend your time making some.. Anomalous dishes.
The moment you give into laughter you reveal that no, you are not going to attempt creating the absolutely horrid and likely physically damaging food. You aren’t going to contract salmonella, and you aren’t going to eat a plate of char.
The amount of relief on this man's face. You know it’s bad because he lets out the largest sigh, like he’s gasping for air. It’s as if some extreme weight is ripped from his consciousness, that weight being the knowledge that he possibly could have had to consume that.
Roland tries to be nice, he really does. As he himself grew up in the backstreets, he acknowledges that having something to eat isn’t always easy or possible. Because of that, you might have to put together some unsavory combinations. It might even turn into a comfort food! Hell, he definitely has some childhood snacks with questionable combinations, it’s definitely not the best for you but it brings back memories.
But for the people who are fully capable of cooking practically anything they desire, and decide to go with this, well he has no pity for them. He is a bit curious though as to what could bring someone to do this.
Now that the secret is out, you can enjoy exposing him to oh so many more videos. From people who serve rice raw, to people who don’t understand what the correct amount of salt is, and even someone who failed to prepare pufferfish, you saw it all.
Morbid curiosity did set in for that last one though. The two of you checked the channel, and turns out there were no more posts. Chances are they either ate the fish and died, or they served it to someone else who ate the fish and died. Should it be the latter, you can only hope it wasn’t someone important they were serving.
The videos are vile from a chef’s standpoint, but it’s something you just can’t seem to stop watching. It draws you in like a terrible reality TV show, and stops you from turning away. Instead of dramatic reveals and fights though you have the ability to try and predict what mistakes happen next.
While it can be easy to spot when someone is making something just for shock factor, there are some individuals who really seem committed to the craft. Roland doesn’t understand, and has a genuine drive to find out why.
Don’t be surprised if your watching time is interrupted by him desperately trying to look through the account to see if there is some sort of evidence or pointers as to what’s going on. He is no detective, but he is committed and sometimes that’s enough.
In the end he settles with the answer that either people have never eaten anything besides what they’ve made, or there’s some mass distortion at hand that's making people’s tastes awful.
I mean there’s bloodfiends who eat people, how unlikely is it that there is something altering taste buds??? Now he doesn’t know what sort of emotional stress or trauma would cause that, but it’s a possibility!
Roland likens the food to something you’d see in the abnormalities of the floor of language. He is not wrong. He says that it’s actually from L Corp, but before it fell it breached containment and is now on the loose on the streets of the city.
While originally this began with him being completely distraught at what you’ve shown him, it’s now led into the two of you making extremely dumb conspiracy theories about the city.
Raw spaghetti mince meat is the result of a developing new singularity?? Start gathering the evidence. What if instead of bad taste being the distortion.. The food was the distortion? The two of you know it’s dumb but you’re having fun making completely wild scenarios.
Now Roland is a relatively well-behaved, trustworthy guy that stays out of trouble, that is for the most part. However he can absolutely not deny the urge to prank some of the other librarians by creating some of these concoctions and serving it to them as a gift.
You agree because it sounds fun, and there’s no way you’re missing out on the opportunity to see that. What will happen, and what you will make is up to you, but you already have the perfect victim. Chesed. (In part out of Roland’s lighthearted revenge for giving him that bitter coffee when they first met)
Since the other Arbiter got some love why not some for the Local one? Can you do some Romantic Headcanons for Binah please?
AT LONG LAST, THE BINAH LOVERS WILL BE FED (I am also one of them). I decided to combine these all because they all cover a very similar topic! And I don't want to accidentally throw myself in writers block by doing them individually. I am quickly noting that this familiar Arbiter is a fan favorite, but I am not surprised.
Binah Romantic Headcanons:
I don’t know how else to describe this woman other than otherworldly. There’s such an air of mystery that drives people in. She reminds me of an old Greek statue of the gods, and her tendency to lounge and just watch over the things that conspire helps with that.
The way she speaks is mesmerizing as well, it’s rich with detail and she’s sure to flatter you with her words. Her verbose ways of speaking and observant eyes make for incredibly unique and memorable compliments.
Binah is very good at reading people, you are no exception. She’s very relieving to speak to as well for things you need to get off your chest. Sometimes it might feel like you have something to say, but you have no opportunity to do that. She will listen for as long as you need.
She has a very calming and relaxing feel to her. Whatever your problem may be, you’ll feel safe in her presence. The air on her floor is crisp on the tip of your tongue like it’s autumn, and it smells of tea. The lights in the sky look like stars, but hover like fireflies.
She is very welcome to the idea of you taking a nap or falling asleep around her, especially if you’re a librarian who just got out of a battle. Short moments of vulnerability like that mean a lot to her and warm her heart even if you may not even realize.
Binah certainly has a reputation as intimidating and dangerous. It can be beneficial in certain situations, but it honestly grows tiring. She’s growing and changing just as anyone in the library is. It can be difficult to manage a floor of psychology when people are too hesitant and afraid to speak up around her. Let alone with people she’s about to spend an eternity with.
This must be one of the reasons she finds herself falling for you. Perhaps you were placed on her floor as a librarian, interested in getting to know her better. Either way, you seemed to be unbothered by any rumors or speculation and instead would be rather open.
She doesn’t get surprised by much, but there was a bit of a humble shock in her chest when you would invite her to do things. It may seem simple to an outside eye, but few ask for her to come along unless it’s formal. But you don't seem obligated to, rather, you seem to enjoy being around her.
Binah has no issue with being the one to plan out events, nor does she really expect someone else to fulfill that role. Everyone always has something to do in this library, you are no different. But it’s nice to have a change of pace.
From an outside perspective it may seem that she treats you as she would anyone else. She doesn’t really verbally express affection in the ways that may be common, such as simple ‘I love you’s. She instead opts for acts of service, subtle hints that she’s paying attention to your words, and flattering you with long compliments. Very much enjoys just spending time with you and the deep talks that come with it.
If you’re a librarian you might find that the books you were selected to organize have already been placed in their dedicated spots. She tries to alleviate forms of stress or workload for you from time to time. It helps on rough days (and also means more time for the two of you to be around eachother).
In receptions she pays very close attention to your health. She understands that even if you are killed, you’re able to revive, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to deal with the pain. Ideally if she can keep a closer focus on you scenarios like those could be avoided.
Visiting the whole nap idea earlier, I could absolutely see her lending you her coat to wrap yourself in. The fluffy collar has to be comfortable as a pillow. She just thinks you look cute.
Binah herself doesn’t really initiate that much physical affection, but she loves when you cling, lean onto, or even fall asleep on her. She’ll slowly drag her fingers through your hair, or just hold onto you with a light touch.
She’s like a guide in both work and mentality. You can always come to her for advice. Sure you may not solve every problem, as some may be for you to figure out yourself, but you can figure out new ways to approach it.
The floor philosophy is heavy on the mind. Whether the topics are sad, or just described in so many confusing metaphors it becomes nonsensical, it takes a lot of energy to parse. It’s not super easy to come back from a fight to the death and then sit down and flip open a barely understandable book.
Binah, however, is almost always in a constant state of pondering. She’s willing to sit down and help out if the book is just a bit too much right now. It might come as a bit of a surprise, but she’s actually pretty good at putting things into simple, processable terms. That’s just not often how she speaks.
If you’re frustrated or your head is too fuzzy don’t even worry. The two of you can have a tea break.
Whether it's to help soothe you, or as a date, there really is no doubt she likes spending time with you, brewing the both of you tea. She really enjoys being able to physically make something that will positively impact you, and that the both of you can enjoy.
Be it she’s helping pull you out of a stressed mentality or the two of you are having fun discussing a smaller topic you will always leave the conversation feeling fulfilled.
Now we know she loves her tea dates, but there are actually some lesser known activities she enjoys too! Spending time outside, likely on one of the balconies of the library, and lounging in the shade has always been a good way to spend time for her.
Given the circumstances, leaving the library is unrealistic, and should you be a librarian it’s the same for you. That said, being outside gives the breath of fresh air and can make it feel like you’re a little less cooped up.
I imagine her as the type of person to collect different types of antique-looking dainty silverware, plates, and cups. If the two of you manage to get a little blanket set up, or a table and some chairs, she’ll be happy to host a picnic.
There’s little she hasn’t had the opportunity to do in her previous life as an arbiter, but this just means she values the moments where people make it special more. Don’t stress out too much about making the settings of dates constantly unique, because what she comes for is you.
Makes me wonder though, perhaps she’d be interested in trying pottery? Yes it would be rather messy which might make her a little hesitant, but almost all artforms are. It’s part of the creation. If you are willing to participate too though then she’s all for it.
She somehow makes something beautiful on the first try. Comments something about ‘Well that wasn’t too hard’ to herself. You probably don’t have as much luck, especially if inexperienced, and end up with something vaguely shaped like a vase?? Whatever you had fun it doesn’t matter.
That said she doesn’t know everything and will love to hear about the niche little hobbies or interests of you. A lot of the time she’s actually learning something new.
What if you gave roseate desire to all the sinners?
A/N: I'm going to treat this as the sinners being enchanted by pink shoes lobcorp style rather than them getting roseate desire ego bc I don't want to create 10 billion more masterlists rn
anyway I completely butchered this um.... pls patiently wait for me to write individual one-shots for all of them to make up for it skjshf
₊✦Limbus Company | Sinners x Gn!Reader | Some MotWE and beyond spoilers! ✦₊
While Yi Sang is all too familiar with the feeling of not doing anything he wanted to do and allowing opportunities to slip right through his fingers, he’s not used to being restrained by the desires of other people. Not like this.
As a result, he comes to you for help… and ends up getting you tangled in the same pink ribbons that is the cause for his problem. Before long it becomes clear that your presence will only continue to make the situation worse but Yi Sang finds himself unable to let you go.
You’re just… so warm, and having you this close and pressed up against his body feels so good. Besides, you being so close to him is the only thing giving him relief from the ribbon binds squeezing his limbs and torso.
Suffice to say, someone will have to intervene so Yi Sang will let you go.
Faust is aware that something is wrapped around her body, but not of what’s actually happening. She’s far too dependent on the gesellschaft to make her own decisions — even if she’s not completely helpless when she’s cut off from them — so it’s no surprise that she doesn’t even register what’s going on.
A voice within her mind, one she’s unable to recognize as foreign, tells her that she needs to hold you close so that’s what she does. With the pink ribbons wrapping around her body and entangling her limbs with yours, her mind clouds further and further until she’s completely cut off from the gesellschaft.
All she can hear is the disembodied voice within her mind guiding her every step and all she can feel is the warmth of your body against hers.
For possibly the first time ever, she’s content.
Don isn’t exactly used to the desires of others influencing her behaviour this much. The only comparable time was during the check up when she took off her shoes, because even during her time as Sancho, the hunger she felt wasn’t that bad and she could mostly keep it under control thanks to the adventures she went on with her Father.
The desires tangled around her body reminds her of the incident that took place during the check up except it feels so much worse this time around. She does anything she can to get rid of the overwhelming feeling that comes with being bound and, unsurprisingly, going along with what the desires what helps relieve that feeling the most.
So the ribbons wrap around you— gently, thankfully. She doesn’t want to hurt you despite the whispers of the shoes begging her to squeeze you tight until you lose the hope of ever escaping her grasp. As unbearable as the pain is, she can’t get herself to ever hurt you.
Though you’ll need a certain colour fixer’s help to escape from your situation regardless.
The feeling of restriction that comes with being tangled up in the pink ribbons makes Ryoshu far more aggressive than usual and far more willing to act on her impulses.
The pink ribbons lunge toward you before you can even think, wrapping tightly around you nearly to the point of crushing your limbs as they drag you back towards Ryoshu.
Her hand moves to the hilt of her sword, ready to hack and slash the first thing that comes too close to you or her. She knows that there’s danger nearby but she can’t tell — or can’t register — where and what the danger exactly is.
So she holds you tight and close to her, close enough that nothing can hurt you. Even if she’s the one currently hurting you the most and her mind is unable to register that fact or any voices you make from the pain due to the desires overwhelming her.
She won’t let you go, not if she can help it.
Meursault is… mostly unaffected.
He’s used to doing whatever people ask of him to anyway and while the desires that come along with the ribbons wrapped around him overwhelms him just like it overwhelms the other sinners, the difference between him and the others is that he’s used to doing what others ask of him to already so he can withstand the enhancement of Pink Shoes just fine.
The ribbons are wrapped around his body still and they’re wrapped tightly to the point moving as he wants to is difficult, but unless you ask for it you aren’t getting wrapped up in ribbons.
Due to his familiarity with roseate desire because he possesses its ego, Hong Lu is resistant to Pink Shoes’ enchantment. Well, somewhat.
It’s not to the point he can deny the demands of whatever the desires want him to do, but it’s just enough that he can stop himself from hurting you badly. The pink ribbons will wrap around your body but he’ll do his best to make sure that they’re gentle as they wrap around you.
Though he can’t really bring himself to let you go either. Having you so close to him feels so nice and it brings him comfort; like all of his troubles are gone for a brief moment.
The enhancement doesn’t work on him properly in the sense that the moment Heathcliff feels like something is trying to control him, his first reaction is to rebel against it.
Just like Ryoshu, he’ll be extremely aggressive and more likely to act on his impulses in an attempt to get rid of the ribbons wrapped around his limbs. He’ll squirm, trash around, swing his bat at the first thing that comes too close to him regardless of what the intent is.
He’ll also avoid you at all costs. As much as his body is screaming at him to be near you, he doesn’t want you to see him like this; acting so pathetic like a cornered dog.
Besides, he wants to avoid getting you tangled up in the ribbons with him and he doubts if he can resist doing so if you’re close to him.
Despite her also being familiar with roseate desire because she has an ego of it, Ishmael easily gets swept up by the desires tugging her body around left right and center.
The ribbons lurch towards you and before long she’s swaying together with you. It’s not a proper dance, not when her movements are jerky and she tugs your limbs back and forth without a care in the word, but it’s a dance nonetheless.
Even if you stop moving, she won’t.
The overflowing desires weighing on Rodion is an unfamiliar feeling to her, to say the least.
They don’t affect her too much as Rodion was never one to adhere to what other people want, but at the same time, she’s completely helpless because of her unfamiliarity with it. The pink ribbons tug her along to the whims of the desires weighing down upon her and she doesn’t resist one bit despite the resentment slowly bubbling up beneath her skin.
As the ribbons wrap around your body, Rodion will be gentle at first. But there’s no telling just how much harsher or sudden her movements will get as the seconds go by.
Dante being targeted by an abnormality is not only unprecedented but they wouldn’t stay enchanted for long anyway with the sinners immediately working to free them of that state.
That said they are still resistant to — and arguably the one who’s the most resistant to — the effects of Pink Shoes. Though they may be tempted to, they will never let others dictate their actions and especially not when they have thirteen different people that they deeply care for.
However this doesn’t mean that they have control over the pink ribbons, far from it, so if you get too close to them then the ribbons will wrap around you as well and pull you close right against their body.
When everything is said and done you’ll get them profusely apologizing to you for what happened, at least.
Sinclair goes along with the jerks and tugs of the ribbons almost willingly.
For him, there’s a certain comfort in letting others decide for him and force him to go along with their whims. Even thought he knows it’s wrong, he can’t really bring himself to resist or fight back and especially not when he has submitted himself to the Pink Shoes oh so willingly.
He’ll try to get you to join him, too. He wants to help you feel better and as free as he does all the while he stays ignorant to just how much he could hurt you by doing so.
Outis goes along with the ribbons as well— or at least she does on the surface.
The enhancement doesn’t affect her as much as it should, and one word from Dante and she’ll free herself from the ribbons, albeit with the help of the other sinners.
So for the time being she’ll let the ribbons make her dance along to whatever tune it wants her to dance along with. Though the moment there’s even a possibility of you getting hurt because of them, she’ll do her best to prevent it. Just don’t be surprised if you end up being tangled up with her anyway.
Gregor doesn’t even get a second to register what happened before he loses himself completely to the ribbons wrapped around him.
The feeling is familiar; uncomfortable. He’d rather avoid it completely, so he gives in to the desires almost instantly without a hint of resistance. Before long, you’re tangled up with him; harshly being tugged in all directions together by a forces that couldn’t even bother to care about how this would hurt you or him.
Even when the two of you are eventually saved from the ribbons, Gregor will likely need a day or two to completely snap out of his daze.
<- Back to the masterlist?
Yi Sang | Faust | Don Quixote | Ryoshu | Meursault | Hong Lu
Heathcliff | Ishmael | Rodion | Dante | Sinclair | Outis | Gregor
'machine that lets me read people's minds'? i can't even read yours
pairing: venus (psychopomp) x reader
Real world tip: Your coworkers are not real. Your boss put them there to keep you company while you lose your mind!
word count: 1229
venus as requested!! i dont think i captured her pre-awakening self all that great but it was fun to write :P
“Hey, are you, like, okay?”
Vena’s attention snaps over to you. She had been taking drag after drag of her cigarette, right down to the butt, and now the ember was burning dangerously close to her fingers. You were already on your third, with her only on her first.
“Fine!” She says, but her wide, hollow stare tells a different story. “Just fine.” Her jaw is clenched so hard it’s a miracle her teeth haven’t been expelled from her mouth.
“You out of cigs? Want another?”
“Uh - no, I-I have some.”
You absentmindedly reach out to fix her collar. Work had just been let out, which meant you and your peers could finally, after a grueling 8 hours, abandon the squeaky office chairs and buzzing lights overhead in favor of some fresh air. Ironic, considering your daily after hours smoke break you took with Vena. You heard that only 10% of smokers actually get cancer from smoking. You mentioned this to Vena. At the time, she thought it was funny. Recently she had found the thought rather frightening. Uncharacteristically so.
“What’s up with you today?”
Vena brings the lighter to the stick between her lips, but doesn’t light it.
“Um,” she starts, as if to begin a sentence.
“Um?”
“Don’t know.” Her cigarette is swiftly returned to its spot in the carton. It’s almost full. She runs her hands through her blond hair. It certainly did not look brushed today.
“I just, er…There’s…” Vena’s hands wring themselves together. Your eyebrow raises with a slight head shake, a silent, well?
“I have to get home. Gotta. Do stuff.”
“It’s only 5:10.” You frown. “Stay a bit longer. Stuff can wait, right?”
Vena frantically shakes her head. “I have to go.”
Your mouth falls open, and your hand raises in protest. Vena is already scurrying back to her car, which, as of late, had been parked as far away from the building as possible.
“Are you going to that - that meetup at the bar later?!” You cup your hands around your mouth after abandoning your cigarette. Vena barely spares you a glance - no answer. “Well, okay…”
Your coworker was always a bit strange - dark sense of humor, weird routines, that much everyone knew. But in the past 2 weeks it’s almost like she had seen or heard something that had been plastered in the front of her mind indefinitely. An eldritch horror? Did someone die? Surely not. Shifty eyes, riddled with paranoia, excessive nail biting, too many coffees? Nobody knew. In fact, you weren’t sure anyone had actually noticed how off Vena was acting. You thought to bring it up, but then your evident affinity for the strange blonde would only be affirmed, much to your chagrin - and to the delight of your coworkers.
You didn’t suspect she harbored anything towards you in particular. Being the oddball she is, it was apparent she acted the same way towards everyone else as she did you, though your peers would beg to differ.
You sighed. What a stupid thought!
That night you passed up the bar on your way to Vena’s house. You hadn’t told her you were going over. You supposed it was a bit rude to just show up to someone’s house uninvited, especially one you hadn’t known for the better part of a year, but who could turn away a guest with gifts?
The clock read 7:30. More than enough time for her to do whatever it was she did when she was home. Come to think of it you’ve never quite seen any hobby-ish items around the couple of times you’ve been there. Her bedroom was quite plain, personal bathroom a bit messy. Nothing that had really screamed, ‘this is my personality and I’m going to plaster it all over my apartment’. Perhaps she didn’t find pleasure in personal hobbies, but more so in external interactions.
You pondered this thought as you slammed your car door shut. So much for a surprise.
The curtains inside briefly swish open, then are quickly shut.
“Bad timing…?” You mutter, trudging up the steps to her door.
Before you can knock, the door swings open, a hand darts out, latches onto your arm, and drags you inside. You almost drop the bag of food.
You squint, trying to adjust to the interior. There are no lights on except for the ones in her bedroom, and every window has been shut off from the outside world.
Vena is but a faint figure in front of you. You can’t see the way she’s grinning, or the object that’s on her head.
“Look.” Her silhouette becomes clearer as she directs you to the overwhelming washed out light. Her vice grip hasn’t once let go of your arm.
“What’s going on? Why’s it so dark, and…what the hell are you wearing?”
Vena presents herself with a flourish, once you can see her. She dons a helmet, almost like the ones you’ve seen in war movies, yet this one is…decorated. A radio dish and antennas stick out from the top, while the lower ends are adorned with strange flags.
“Uh…”
“This is it,” she beams. Vena trembles with what you presume to be excitement. “It’s done.”
“What is ‘it’?” You back away, but Vena’s arm shoots out to keep you in place.
“I call it,” she pauses for dramatic effect, “‘Machine that lets me read people’s minds when I want to’”.
“Sorry?”
“Psychopomp for short.”
“No, I mean…” You gesture vaguely. “What’s it? For?”
“Well,” Vena begins, pushing past you to retrieve something from the kitchen, and you watch with great concern and mild interest, “I’ve discovered that everyone has been keeping one big secret from me, so I made this helmet to read their minds.”
You raise your brows. “Oh? How did that work out for you.”
“It didn’t let me read their minds,” Vena drawls, “But I do know there are catacombs under every government building now, and I’m going to make sure I explore every last inch of them.”
“Yeah?” You can’t quite tell if she’s joking or not. Who would let a joke like this go on for so long? “Um…like an escape room, or?”
She turns, now wielding a hammer.
“I don’t understand.” Vena advances towards you, but you’re confident she’s not going to use the hammer on you. Rather, her hand extends to touch your hair, and her eyes turn just the slightest bit thoughtful. Maybe she’s thinking thoughts. You, strangely enough, don’t find her action unusual or even repulsive. “What are you talking about?”
“You don’t understand,” she pants, a nervous smile growing on her face. “But I do. I understand everything!”
Vena presses her cheek - or rather, the side of her helmet, against your face. The metal is cold. You shiver, but not from the steel. She pulls back, gaze raking over you once, twice, thrice. Inspecting you, like an athlete would a trophy.
“Catacombs full of creatures, secrets, everything that I didn’t know about. From now on–” Vena releases you and prances towards the door, failing to address your very awkward presence in her home, “–I will not allow any more secrets to be kept from me, or you.”
The door swings open. You aren’t fast enough to stop her from bouncing through the threshold and into the night.
Can I pretty please request some yandere (LoR) Angela headcanons? It would be so peak trust 🥹
A/N: I’m a bit rusty on writing Angela since it’s been a while since I last checked lobcorp or ruina but I hope I did her justice
₊✦Library of Ruina | Yandere!Angela x Gn!Reader | No spoilers!✦₊
The only reason you’re not trapped in a book is because Angela wants to be better than that man, though if you start misbehaving then she’ll have no choice but to put you inside a book for your own safety.
That safety is also the exact reason why you have to always stay close to one of the librarians — assistant or not — so that they can protect you in case something happens. When the Library is receiving a guest, you have to stay close to Angela.
Part of her is aware that you probably don’t like her just as she’s aware of the fact that if she leaves her feelings for you unchecked, that if she continues down this path then she’ll eventually reach a point of no return.
But she can’t bear to let you go either, not when you look past her existence as a machine and see her as a person. Despite all the things she has done, you still view Angela as a human, so could anyone blame her for wanting to keep you by her side at all costs?
She won’t force herself on you if you dislike her nor will she force you into doing something you won’t like. All she wants is for you to stay by her side, forever. She’s not asking for much, especially since whatever your heart desires, the Library or Angela herself can give it to you.
Istg I am becoming the very thing I swore to destroy...
-Fun fact about Vatista: She's noticeably 'fuel deficient' among Autonomic Nerves. That's how she puts it when she first tells you about it.
-Translation: She gets hungry. A lot. You will frequently go out to eat together/have a lot of hangouts where snacks are involved.
-A favorite of hers is to have movie nights. It's a good way for her to become more acquainted with human culture during her downtime when she's not exterminating things.
-Another part of her fuel deficiency though is that she becomes sleepy quite easily, so half the time she'll fall asleep on your shoulder and miss the last quarter or so of the film.
-Eventually the topic of going to school comes up, especially if you go, and she asks if it would be ok if she were to attend with you. The idea is very quickly shot down due to A: How much she would very much stand out which would lead to problems and B: She's still learning a LOT about human society.
-A hidden talent you both learn that she has is video games. Her robotically enhanced strategic mind and literal perfect reaction speeds leads to her being a natural, leading to surprisingly intense sessions, especially once she learns the actual ins and outs of games from someone with experience.
-A big red alarm for her once she starts living with you is going out at night. She can where/when Hollow Nights are going to happen, but they can always sneak up even on her sensors sometimes. She gets oddly protective of you after sunset, especially if you're not an In-Birth (which isn't very likely if you know her to begin with but still). It's almost cute the lengths she goes to so you stay safe.
-Learning to process, and on rare occasions even express emotions is a long-term ongoing journey, but you both are in it for the long haul, so to speak. Any milestone, no matter how small, is an achievement.
-Honestly I have quite a lot of ideas but not enough time to flesh them all out.
Ellen from the Witch's House with a male reader being childhood friends to lover, only one cares for her
Being childhood friends with ellen
A/n:I originally wasn't planning to post this today but I guess it's fitting to post the two posts for the rpg horror games back to back. Also this will probably be the prequel to most of my Ellen post similar to the one I did for makima
Cw:implied parental about for both Ellen and you. Ellen is a yandere but like always nothing bad happens to you
Your parents never really cared for you.
they didn't pay attention to you, they didn't hug you or show you any kind of love. Most of the times they just ignored you, but if it was a bad day, they'd yell at you, blaming you for everything wrong in their lives, their poverty lack of health or anything else.
You were used to it by now so you spent as little time as possible around that broken crumbling building you could barely call a house. You spent your days in the woods playing with a ball you found in the streets, sometimes if you were lucky some other kid would join you but in the end they would always leave, their worried parents calling out to them and giving you a nasty look before telling them to not play with stranger
You always felt so lonely, granted you'd take that loneliness over your parents' abuse any day but still you felt so empty inside, seeing all the siblings and friends playing together made that feeling even more prevalent.... you wanted someone to play with, someone who could understand you....you wanted a friend.
One day you were playing in the woods as usual, throwing your ball around randomly and following it until you saw something you hadn't seen before....a house. Against your better judgement you entered, mostly out of curiosity but also because you had nothing else to do
The house wasn't in good shape, it was better than yours but you could definitely understand that whoever lived here definitely wasn't well off. You moved through all of the different rooms seeing no one inside, you began to think that it was abandoned before you went to the last room
It was a bedroom and to your surprise on that bed there was someone, a girl that looked the same age as you, you moved closer to the bed and took a better look at the girl. She had long purple hair and golden eyes, at least that's what you assumed. The girl had bandages over most of her body, the most noticeable one being over one of her eyes, the parts of her skin that weren't covered made you understand why she needed the bandages in the first place, she was incredibly pale and sickly it looked like she was already a corpse which made it even more surprising and slightly terrifying when she moved her eyes to look at you
"Who.....are you?"
Her voice was raspy and weak it sounded like uttering every single syllable caused her physical pain
"If you're here to make fun of me..... please make it quick....my mom and dad are going to come back soon"
After you recovered from the shock of hearing her talk you continued talking to her
"N-no of course not, I was just passing by and I saw the house"
".....I see.....then you can leave now"
"Eh?"
"If my dad finds out i spoke to you...... he'll probably get mad at me aga- *cough* *cough*"
Her cough sounded much more severe than any you had ever heard, if her face didn't make it obvious enough she was clearly very sick
"S-sorry that happens- *cough* *cough* cough* *cough*"
You got worried at her increasingly common coughs and did the only thing you could think of. You left the room and went in the kitchen looking for something, you found a glass left on the table and picked it up before filling it with water from the nearby shabby looking sink, to be honest you were surprised it even worked but glad it did
You went back to the bedroom and held the glass out to the girl
"...will this help you feel better?"
She moved her eyes to look at you again her expression morphing in a surprised one
"......that's.....for me?"
"Of course, I don't know if it will help much.... but at least I hope it will soothe the pain"
The girl stood frozen for a bit before smiling as much as her body allowed her to. You giving her that glass of water was more than most people in her life had done for her
"....thank...you"
She made as much of an effort as she could in grabbing the glass, seeing that she was still having trouble you helped her drink it and put the glass on the nightstand near the bed
"What's your name?"
"Hm?"
"I just realized we didn't introduce each other, I'm y/n"
You didn't hold out your hand just because you figured it would have been hard for her to shake it in her state
"Y/n.....that's a nice name.....I'm ellen"
"O-oh thank you...that's a nice name too"
After that introduction, you continued to visit her. Initially, she told you not to, but you insisted, and eventually, she accepted. She told you the times her parents wouldn't be home so you could come in without them knowing. She just didn't want her father to find out about you
As you started to hang out more ellen warmed up to you and gradually revealed more about herself
Apparently, she was cursed. She was born with an incurable fatal disease that left her in the state she was in, bedridden and sick. She barely went outside, and when she did, she was mostly mocked and ostracized by the people she met for her appearance and situation. As a result, she had no friends......until you appeared
You mostly talked when she was in bed but those times when she felt strong enough to get up, you played, sometimes tag, sometimes using your ball or just whatever came into your mind, of course you didn't do any major physical activity in fear of Ellen's condition worsening but you still had fun, her especially
This was the first time in her life Ellen had played with someone her age without being judged or made fun of, and she was happy. She laughed with you, and at you, she didn't care when she lost she was just happy she got the opportunity to play with you, having a friend felt truly wonderful
One day you went to Ellen's house again and found her in the usual bed, you told her you managed to find a book and wanted to read it with her so you placed a seat near her beda and started to read the book out loud to her
In the middle of your reading you were interrupted by Ellen talking
"Y/n....do you love me?"
You blushed and hid your face in your book
"W-what are you saying-"
"Or do you pity me?"
".....Eh?"
"If that's the answer.....then please leave and never come back"
"....Ellen.....what are you talking about?"
".....I realized....I'm starting to love you too... and loving someone who only stays with me because of pity......it would be too painful to bear....I already live that life every day with my mother....I don't want another person like that"
"....ellen"
"Part of me wants to think you actually love me.....but how could anyone? I'm a cursed girl whose birth was a mistake....no one loves me....not even you I'm sure-"
Before she could even finish speaking, you wrapped her in your arms and hugged her bedridden self as her eyes widened. You didn't hug too hard as you didn't want to accidentally hurt her, but enough to make her feel your warmth
"Ellen, never say something like that again, you deserve love and are loved, even if no one else in your life does....I do. I love you and always will"
".......y/n...."
To your surprise she hugged back unexpectedly tightly for her normal strength
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for doubting you, I understand now"
You felt tears hitting your chest and looked down to see that Ellen was crying and getting her bandages and clothes all wet
"You actually love me.....I'm so happy"
You hugged her tighter
"It's alright now, I'm with you"
After you spent a while comforting her she started speaking again this time in a different tone, it was a mix of determination and something darker
"....I promise you...I'll find a way to cure my illness so that we can be together forever and have our happily ever after"
She hugged you tighter in an almost possessive way as her voice got even quieter
"I don't care what I have to do or who I have to become to do it.....I'll heal myself and live, I will survive for you so that we can be together"
"....You're really this determined....because of me?"
"Of course, you're the only person who genuinely loves me, I will repay that love, in any way possible, I want to spend my entire life with you......but to do that I first need to have a life in the first place.....I won't let this curse control my life anymore....not now that I have something......no...someone to live for"
You were stunned by her words and didn't know how to respond, so you two simply stayed like this, hugging each other silently for a long time
You spent the following months visiting Ellen and playing with her like usual...until one fateful day
Your parents hit you again for something you had no control over and kicked you out of the house, to be honest you had no idea why they even kept you there for so long, maybe to make you suffer for longer. You didn't know if they were exaggerating and didn't actually mean it or were serious but you didn't care, it's not like you wanted to spend more time there but now you were technically homeless so you went to the only place you could think of:Ellen's house
However before you could make it there a voice called out to you
"Y/n! I finally found you!"
You turned around but saw nothing and then turned back to where you were looking before and saw.....Ellen smiling at you with her eyes closed, this scared you because you swore she wasn't there before
"A-ah! E-ellen? Is that you?"
"Of course, who else? You didn't forget my face did you? We saw each other only a couple of days ago"
....this was weird....not only did Ellen seem much more chipper and positive than usual but she also looked.....healty, she didn't have any bandages around her body anymore, her skin was completely fine and she generally looked even more beautiful than she did to you before, she didn't struggle to walk, her voice sounded much smoother and healthier too
"....w-what happened to you?"
"Well....that's what I was gonna talk-......wait.. who did that to you?"
Suddenly Ellen's smile faded and she pointed at a bruise on your face
"O-oh that's nothing, please don't worry about it"
"Alright, I can deal with whoever it was later anyway, plus I have to tell you something really important"
You were slightly disturbed by her declaration of dealing with your parents later, but let her continue
"I found a way to cure my illness!"
"W-what really?....how?"
Ellen looked down but she didn't seem sad it was more like she was trying to find the best way to break the news to you
"....I killed my parents"
".......what?"
"But it's fine! They didn't love me anyway, they were about to abandon me! I don't need them anymore, the world is better without them"
".....e-ellen"
"Then a demon came to me....he offered me a deal, if I brought him more souls he would cure my illness, he gave me powers to help me with that and made me a witch"
"...a demon!?.....and you're a witch?"
"...but he tricked me, the sickness is still progressing inside me, the symptoms are just being suppressed and slowed down for now......I have to kill more people to heal myself"
You could barely believe what she was saying was true, but it was he only explanation you had as to why she suddenly looked so healthy, so you had no other choice but to believe her
"................."
"Because he deceived me.....I asked him for another favor.....another clause in the contract.....and if he wouldn't accept...then I would have let him take back all the powers he gave me....and eat my soul"
"......what was it?"
Part of you already knew the answer. She wouldn't have come here only to tell you this after all
"That he gives another person the same powers....so that he can help me with collecting more souls....and he can stay with me"
"....ellen....."
"Y/n.....please"
Ellen looked back up at you, a hint of genuine human worry in her golden eyes
"Become a wizard with me!"
"............."
"We'll be immortal so we can live together forever! It's fine if you don't want to kill anyone, I'll do double the work for us so that stupid demon can't say anything about that.....just please.....stay with me"
"....I.....i..."
"...y/n....you showed me how wonderful it is to have someone truly genuinely love you.. you showed me I could be loved just like anyone else, and that there was someone willing to love me......if I lost you...I'd be losing the only person who ever loved me....living an immortal life with no one like that....knowing I could have you......i'd much rather let my illness take me than live that life.......so please....stay with me....forever!"
You didn't know what to say, were you just supposed to throw away your humanity just to stay with Ellen? You loved her but....did you truly love her this much?...but then you saw how Ellen was in that moment, she had her eyes closed and was playing with her fingers and visibly shaking, it was obvious she was worried about your answer... and in that moment your mind was made up
Ellen was so worried, she knew what she had just asked you was insane, to become a wizard and live literally eternity with her but she hoped that your love for her would be that strong....especially because hers for you definitely was
Just as she was expecting a rejection she found a familiar warmth wrapping around her
"....I accept"
".....y-y/n!? Really?"
"To be honest....it's not like I have much to live for in this world except for you...so spending eternity with the person I love most and getting some powers out of it sounds like fun"
".........y/n....."
"I told you didn't I? That I'd always love you no matter what"
"......thank you so much"
When she hugged you back you felt a surge of powers course through your body, presumably the magic you'd get as part of the deal but you didn't let the pain bother you and kept hugging Ellen in this moment of love and acceptance, at least that was until a cat jumped on your head causing you to yelp in pain
"Ow!"
You looked besides you and saw a pure black cat licking its paw while....staring at you
"So this is the guy you picked.....looks stupid"
"Hey don't say stuff like that about y/n!"
".......did that cat....just talk?"
"Oh yeah you'll get used to it, come on let's go to our new house it came with the powers"
"O-ok...so we're living together too now?"
"Of course"
Ellen grabbed your hand and started dragging you toward the house you were taken aback at first bit quickly calmed down when you saw her face....she was laughing and smiling just like she used to when you played together. In that moment you knew you made the right choice
A/n:a really short post today because tbh I spent most of my break writing the dandadan fic and also I have some other pretty long fics coming up (including one for the witch's house) so I kinda needed some shorter stuff for some fandoms. Still I hope you enjoy my....second ever ib fic
Ib
She doesn't really have a reaction only looks at the red rose flower crown in your hands and then back at you
"....is this for me?"
"Yeah, do you like it?"
She takes the flower crown and looks it over
"I picked red roses because red is your favorite color"
"......yes....it's really pretty"
She puts in on her head and then looks at you blinking
"Does it look good on me?"
"Definitely, i'm glad you like it, it was a lot of work to take off all of the thorns"
".....I could make one for you too if you want.....so we can match"
"Oh I'd love that"
She then uses your favorite flowers to make you a flower crown and you take a picture together
Mary
She immediately hugs you causing you to fall to the ground and starts thanking you while kissing your face
"Thank you y/n, it's so pretty! Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome Mary, I'm glad you like it"
"You made it specifically for me, of course i like it, it looks really good too"
She picks up the crown made of yellow roses and places it on her head before twirling around and posing a bit
"So how do I look?"
"Beautiful as always"
"Thanks the roses really fit with my hair"
"Yep, that's why I chose them"
You proceed to take pictures of her while she strikes poses with the crown on her head
Soooo....im back with the milk. Anyways, sorry I disappeared on you, as of recently things have been tough, I got screwed over my job, so I was job hunting again and ended up finding work for edc las vegas. The crazy amount of overtime was the reason for me not posting. However I do have good news, since I have free time again, I will begin to work on requests and the inbox has been updated. I wanted to thank you all for your patience, and I promise to have something out soon.
