The day every noble in Uvera awaits. The day of the debutante Ball. As a princess, Hexen does not bother herself with Social events—more because her father, the emperor does not allow her—But the debutante ball, oh that's something else.
"Your highness." Stefan, her personal guard bows. "The carriage to bring you to the ball has come." "Alright. I think I'm ready. How do I look, Stefan?" "Astonishing, your highness. Shall we go?"
The ride to the ball was nothing but quiet. A reserved knight who only speaks when spoken to and an anxious princess tends to do so.
Of course the princess' entrance to the ball was nothing but extravagant. It is her first debut in society and much more—it is her debutante ball.
As she enters the ballroom, the lights twinkling in all their glory suddenly cut off. With that a growling voice speaks up. Quick tree"Welcome, Everyone. How pleased am I to make your acquaintance."
The horror evident in everyone's faces. This wasn't supposed to happen!
"Welcome to her highness' Debutante ball. You look absolutely beautiful, my dear. Now! I offer every one a chance to make it out alive! Welcome to the dance of death." His tone getting dangerously low, sending chills through everyone's spine.
As the words bespoken, a figure emerges from the shadows. A tall man. Maybe around 6'0. Dark blue hair that barely covers his eye brows and a prominent scar across his eye. And lastly, a small horn growing from the right side of his face. It's no lie, This man is devilishly handsome.
Nobles scream in horror, running to the door banging. And much to their demise, met with their untimely end. Hexen and a few others stay still—feared with the thought that they too might meet their end.
"Congratulations on your social debut, dear princess. " The figure speaks with affection—all the more weird to this event. "Who are you..?" Hexen says with caution laced through her words.
"I am Neleus. 16th in the demon realm, and the one your father has made a deal with." "A deal?" "Yes! A deal." His words, though said with a cunning smile, is laced with venom—a tone meant to intimidate.
Hexen turns to look at her father in horror. "Father....?" Her Father's face drains of all color as all eyes turn to stare at him. "Hexen." Her father starts. "Your- Your mother was going to die- I had to do what I could!" "In short, he sold you to me to save your mother!" The demon grins in anticipation.
"Now then. Today I shall claim my payment." "NO!" Her father refutes. "My wife had died anyways! You did not keep YOUR end of the deal!" "Oh but the deal was to keep her alive so she could have this child... Dear Karnon." The devil approaches Hexen, taking a strand of her hair and combing his fingers through.
"UNACCEPTABLE THIS IS! STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER." Karnon demands. Stepping between the devil and his daughter.
The devil's grin falters—He's losing patience. "Move." Said the devil. As the word was spoken, Karnon feels an astonishing pull of gravity. His body can do nothing but fall to his knees and scream in agony.
"As I was saying, I've been watching you dear princess, and I must say, I've taken a liking to you, Dear Hexen. So I'll make you a deal. If you can keep up with me in a dance, I'll spare you. So dear princess, will you join me in this dance?"
The princess reluctantly accepts the offer on the condition that her father be spared too. Though not entirely willing, the demon accepts.
The dance of death—as one calls—starts gracefully as Hexen and Neleus move gracefully through the dance floor. "Thank God I asked Stefan to teach me how to dance" Hexen, in her mind, is entirely grateful to Stefan.
Excruciating minutes of the dance goes by and by then Neleus says "I'm impressed. I'll spare you, Princess. Until we meet again."
As the demon disappears, so does the darkness. As well as the corpses who laid by the door. The debutante ball ends abruptly and in horror. Definitely a night to remember.
If you recognize, these names you're kinda peak. THIS IS NOT A FANFICTION BTW I JUST HAD AN IDEA AND PULLED THROUGH CUZ I WANTED TO WRITE SMTH. Enjoy this thing I wrote in like 15 minutes CUZ I crammed it for a school project.
(MOST OF THE NAMES AS WELL AS THE NAME OF THE KINGDOM CAME FROM THE MANHWA "The Tyrant wants to be good" SO GO CHECK THAT OUT IT'S PRETTY GOOD)
Hi Strawberry! I love your South Park fics, and if you don't mind I have a request. Could you please do a fic of Lee Stan/Ler Kyle? If you can't or don't want to I completely understand. Keep up the amazing work! :) ❤🍓❤
hi!!!!! ive been very obsessed with lee stan recently!! also- today is stan's BIRTHDAY! 🥹 HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN! in this fic kyle and stan are seniors in high school! i love stan and he is (not so secretly) super sappy! expect a lot of lee stan coming- because i think he is a very underrated lee!!!! im so so so sorry it took SO long for me to get to this ask- i hope the wait was worth it!!! 🥹🥹
— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️
Right Next To Me..
Lee Stan / Ler Kyle
Word Count: 5,736
After having this nagging feeling that Stan has been abnormally distant; despite living right next door and always being inseparable from eachother, Kyle decides to confront his Super Best Friend and learns that some things grow better together.
Kyle couldn’t believe he was thinking this.
He missed his Super Best Friend.
The sentiment seemed normal enough. You wouldn’t call someone your Super Best Friend if you didn’t enjoy the time you spent together. Obviously Kyle cared for Stan deeply, hence the coveted title of their friendship; but the oddity of the thought that was currently playing conductor in Kyle’s little mind train wasn’t the fact that he hated Stan or anything.
It just confused him, since he couldn’t wrap his head around how he could possibly miss someone who lives within a thirty second walking distance.
Their houses were literally right next door to each other. Their desks at school were right next to each other. Hell, their “assigned” seats at lunch (not that the two were attending some authoritative, prison-like hell hole or anything- they had just been sitting in the same seating arrangement for the past ten years, that changing it at this point felt like a crime.) were right next to each other too. You’d think with someone being so close, it’d be absolutely impossible to miss them.
Yet, here Kyle was.
Somehow, despite how incredibly close they were locationally and emotionally, Kyle couldn’t help but feel like Stan was being…kinda distant.
It wasn’t like Stan was ignoring him or anything, but Kyle could feel that, at the very least, Stan was limiting how long they interacted. Their conversations felt shorter. Stan wouldn’t do the stupidly funny thing he always did in Chemistry: make stupid faces at him during class, trying to get Kyle in trouble like the asshat he was. It was little things like that. Kyle hated to say it, but he felt like Stan was distancing himself on purpose.
Kyle didn’t understand. Sure, one could make the argument that the two were outgrowing each other- but Kyle couldn’t, and honestly wouldn’t, accept that- there was no way their friendship had survived until their senior year of high school just for it to fizzle out. That just wasn’t possible. Kyle wasn’t the type to let things go without answers, a trait that he’d never admit he inherited from his mom. And as he sat there in his bed, staring at the window into his Super Best Friend’s one, he’d remind himself of the times where Stan would somehow manage to climb up Kyle’s wall and into his window; despite the fact that Kyle would scold him through cackles about how he could’ve just gone through the front door.
Now, Kyle wasn’t going to go that far- surprisingly Stan was more of the theatrical one, and Kyle really didn’t have the energy through all the Midterms, and papers, and group PowerPoints to be able to hoist himself up Stan’s wall and Flynn Rider his ass all the way to Stan’s window. But, he wasn’t going to wait for Stan to come to him and actually express what was happening- because Kyle had a very strong feeling that day would never come. So, with a need for answers, Kyle threw his shoes on- and walked those thirty seconds over to Stan’s house.
The conversation, if you could even call it that, with Stan’s mom was really short. Her face lit up the moment the door swung open, and besides the hello, her only words to him were “Stanley’s upstairs in his room!”
Kyle had to admit, he was actually kinda shocked walking up those stairs. He wasn’t greeted with the blaring of Nirvana or The Brobecks coming from Stan’s room. That was shocking. That meant one of two things, Kyle knew. Either Stan was taking a nap, which Kyle, obviously, was really praying wasn’t the case because talking to him would be literally impossible; or he was ruining his eardrums by blasting music into his ears. Kyle had a hunch it was the latter option.
Of course, a possible third option danced in his mind: that being Stan simply wasn’t home, but Kyle seriously doubted that. First of all, his car was still parked in the driveway- and Stan treated his little red “Terrance” SUV like it was the second coming of the lord. Kyle couldn’t imagine a world where Stan would walk anywhere anymore. Secondly, Kyle was pretty sure Stan was bedrotting right now; which was another reason he wanted to talk to him. Kyle knew Stan’s mental health fluctuated more than that one rollercoaster they rode at Cartman’s stupid theme park when they were kids. Kyle figured checking in wouldn’t hurt.
Kyle would knock, since he wasn’t raised in a barn, and after a few minutes of no answer- Kyle would let himself in.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Kyle was right. Stan was laying in bed, almost-sorta starfishing as he stared up at the ceiling; phone on his lap, headphones in his ears, and eyes glued to literally nothing. Kyle knew Stan well enough to know that this meant Stan was deep in thought; which, Kyle hated to admit, was normally not a good thing.
Kyle didn’t want to scare the shit out of him, but at the same time, Stan genuinely didn’t seem to realize he was even alive right now. The lights were off, but the room was still nicely lit from the sunshine beaming through the window. South Park could be a real pain in the ass, but the sun was always beautiful. Kyle hoped that this meant turning on the lights wouldn’t scare the ever-loving-bejusus out of him.
Kyle was very wrong.
Stan would shoot up in his bed, a yelp escaping him as his hand flew to his mouth; an audible slapping sound ringing throughout his bedroom. An airpod would fly across the room, conveniently landing at Kyle’s feet. Stan would sputter, eyes adjusting to the newfound light and other person in his room. Kyle could only describe the look Stan was giving him as one that he’d might give if Kyle had poured water on him, and Kyle couldn’t tell if he should laugh like an asshole or feel genuinely bad.
“You fucking- dickwad!” Stan’s words were very hushed compared to the yelp that had flown out of his mouth a few seconds ago, the very kind “dickwad” barely connecting with the two words that came before it. “You scared the shit out of me, dude! I could’ve broken my phone!” He’d say, in a tone that Kyle had a feeling came out way whiner than Stan intended it to. Stan would even gesture to the phone that was glued to his balled fist, as if Stan had even the slightest doubt that Kyle would know what that foreign word “phone” meant. As if Kyle didn’t have one of his own.
“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you,” Kyle would apologize, genuinely. He’d crouch down to pick up the runaway left airpod, just for safe measures. He wouldn’t want to step on it and have Stan totally hate him for the next week and a half. “I just wanted to stop by and-”
“Oh shit, did we have plans today? Kyle I’m so fucking sorry, man-” Stan would, somehow, very kindly interrupt. Normally Kyle hated being interjected, but this interjection confused him more than anything. “Dude, I’m sorry- just give me like…five minutes. No. Not even five. Like- three. Three minutes. My head’s been fucking everywhere- I’m sorry, Kyle-”
An audible, “Huh?” would escape Kyle as Stan threw himself out of bed and sped over to his closet. He had to give credit where credit was due, Stan was making pretty good time for the hypothetical plan that the two didn’t even have today. “No, no- Stan you don’t have to- dude, we don’t have plans or anything...” Kyle would attempt to explain, and those words seemed to semi-get-through to Stan, since he’d put the shirt he was holding back in the closet. Kyle recognized the look of confusion on Stan’s face before the words even came out of his mouth. Kyle would speak before Stan could.
“What? I can’t come visit my Super Best Friend?” Kyle would ask in a very genuine tone, so he didn’t really appreciate the chortle that would come out of Stan.
“You missed me that bad?” Stan would tease, clearing not buying whatever Kyle was hypothetically selling. “Uh-oh…I don’t want to tell Wendy she’s got competition…” Stan would pucker his lips at Kyle before laughing again, (a sound that Kyle never realized he missed all that much until now) sitting back down on his bed.
“Well…I..” Kyle fought the urge to get red, because the first part was actually true. But a part of him knew that…that wasn’t a bad thing. If he wanted Stan to be transparent the transparency would have to start with him. So, he’d concede. “Actually…yeah, Stan.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Kyle didn’t know why the hell his voice sounded the way that it did. His voice was soft, fragile, and most of all…concerned. Kyle didn’t mean for that to come out like that- at least not at that very moment.
Stan would catch it immediately. “Wait- really?” The sincerity would match Kyle’s in an instant. “Oh fuck- are you okay? What happened, man?” Stan would gently ask, patting the spot next to where he was currently sitting with a welcoming smile.
As bad as Kyle felt for making Stan worry, he had to admit it was kind of sweet how quickly Stan would drop the teasing. “I’m okay, Stan…I just…” Kyle would take Stan’s silent invitation to sit down next to him on the bed. Stan would hold out his hand and Kyle would simultaneously put the AirPod in it. Stan would quickly and quietly put it back in its case, along with the one that managed to stay in his ear.
Stan wouldn’t say anything; he’d just stare at Kyle with his big, expecting eyes. Kyle hated to say, that made him a little nervous. He’d try to search for the right words…but when that didn’t work, he’d just say the first thing that came to his mind.
“I’m worried about you, Stan.”
“Me?” A laugh would infest that word, but Stan’s tone would quickly go back to the kindhearted way it was before. “Kyle…I’m fine, dude. You don’t need to worry about me, man..”
Stan’s words were so sweet, but they pissed Kyle off so bad. He couldn’t help it- he couldn’t stop the words from coming. “But I do need to worry about you, Stan. When we were kids I promised you I wouldn’t let you suffer in silence when you’re upset-” Kyle’s ramble would stop for no one or nothing, not even Stan’s very confused “suffer?” that would come out as soon as Kyle said that word.
“And I can’t help but feel like something's upsetting you- and I don’t like not knowing what that is- because at least if I know what it is, I can do something about it, you know? At least if I know what it is, I know it isn’t me- and it sucks not knowing if I did something to piss you off. Because if I did- obviously I’d want to fix it, Stan.” Stan would stop the attempt of interjecting, now just staring at Kyle as Kyle continued.
“I want us to be able to talk about when things bother us. I mean-it sucked when you lived on that stupid farm with your dad- but you’re back, and you’ve been back, so I’m sorry, Stan- you’re within range for me to worry about you. That’s just the price you pay for living right next to me.” The apology was not at all genuine, it was extremely sarcastic, but Kyle knew Stan had come to expect that. Or, at least, Kyle thought Stan knew that. Kyle wasn’t expecting the somber look on Stan’s face. Kyle knew that he must’ve said something that deeply resonated with him, or worse, really called him out without Kyle intending it to.
Kyle would run back the monologue in his head. Why was Stan looking at him like that? Kyle couldn’t help but panic a little. Stan looked kind of like a kicked puppy- and from Kyle’s point of view, he didn’t say anything to warrant that look. If anything- that whole speechlet was to prevent that look.
“...What happens when I’m not “in range”, Kyle?”
The silence in the room was deafening. Even more deafening than “Better Than Me” by the Brobecks probably was to Stan’s ears a few minutes ago. Kyle really didn’t think that little jokey, sarcastic comment would be the point Stan got out of the whole spiel, but he’d bite.
“What do you mean?” He’d quietly ask.
“I can’t stop thinking about it, Kyle. I just- man, it fucking blows. I didn’t think it would hit me yet- I thought I’d have more time..”
“What?” Kyle would normally like to brag about how well he could read Stan’s mind- but he was stumped. The vague, ominous “it” wasn’t ringing any bells to him- and it didn’t help that Stan was looking at him like it should.
Stan would turn his face to look at his closet, or…what Kyle assumed was just Stan’s way of looking away from him. “I’m not an idiot, Kyle. I mean…shit, I always knew that you were…you know.”
“I really don’t.” Kyle would mutter, trying not to turn Stan off from the vulnerability train he was on. Stan would continue to keep his face turned anywhere but in Kyle’s direction, and Kyle couldn’t but worry a little about why Stan was trying to hide so much. He wouldn’t say much, but he’d keep an eye out.
“I always knew you were going to get out of here, Kyle.”
Kyle didn’t understand why those words gave him chills. He wouldn’t have time to unpack that as Stan continued.
“I mean…shit, dude. I always knew you were going to get into some really impressive ivy league school or some shit- and you were going to become…something. Become someone- someone who’s really successful…and probably makes a lot of money.” Kyle assumed that was a genuine attempt at a joke, but Stan seemed to abandon it mid-delivery. “And any day now you’re going to get a letter back from Yale, or Brown, or some really prestigious college- and everyone is going to be so fucking thrilled for you. Which, yeah, they should be. I’ll be thrilled too. But…I’ll also be really pissed off.”
Kyle’s ears would perk up at the sound of Stan’s voice cracking as he spoke. The understanding of what was really happening right now hit Kyle far too quickly. He’d rush to put his hand on Stan’s shoulder, silently supporting him before he shut down. Kyle could tell Stan had been thinking about this for a while, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get it out.
“...I’ll be really pissed off- ‘cuz- even though I’ll be really happy for you…fuck, I’ll be so fucking mad that you’re moving thirty hours away from me-” Stan would take a hand and swipe at his cheek a bit too aggressively. He’d still refuse to look at Kyle, but Kyle wouldn’t comment on that yet. “And then I’ll feel like a total douchebag for making it all about me- b-because- because I know I should be happy that you’re doing something that I know I never could- but I’ll just hate the f-fact that I know you’re going to do so many sick things without me- and you’re going to meet p-people who are just as smart as you are- so when you come back to South Park…”
He’d stop speaking for only a moment, his breath shaky. Stan’s nails would dig into his knees, with the occasional break to beat the tears off his own face. God, Kyle really couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Stan cry. He hadn’t missed the feeling.
“If you come back to South Park..”
Seeing Stan cry always made Kyle’s breath hitch. He’d get a pit in his stomach. He’d feel like now he needed to cry too, just to feel united in some way. But all Kyle could do was stay silent as Stan finally looked at him. Kyle suddenly wished he didn’t.
“You’d realize that you were always too smart for this stupid mountain town.”
Stan’s cheeks were stained with tears. His eyes were glossy, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at Kyle.
“You’d realize that you were always too smart for-”
“No.”
Kyle would firmly interrupt, shaking his head. “I’m not even going to let you say it, Stan. That’s not true.” Kyle couldn’t take it. A part of him felt like he should let Stan get the full vent out; lord knows Stan would, and did, for him all the time- but Kyle couldn’t stand hearing Stan, genuinely the coolest person he’d ever had the privilege of knowing, saying all these horrible, and blatantly untrue, things about himself. “Are you hearing me?” Kyle would grip Stan’s arms, turning him to look at him.
“That’s not true at all. No one at college- no one I ever meet is going to…I don’t know- hypnotize me into thinking you aren’t my favorite person.” Kyle would say with his usual conviction, not an ounce of doubt in his words.
“…I’m your favorite person?” Stan would ask, voice cracking yet again. He’d stare at Kyle with the look of wonder; and Kyle couldn’t help but get a little ticked off that that was even a question Stan could even fathom asking.
“Dude! You’re my Super Best Friend! Do you seriously think I just give that title out to any Joe-Fuckin’-Schmoe I meet?” Kyle would ask with a laugh, nodding his head with a definite answer. “Yes, dude. You’re probably always going to be my favorite person.”
Stan’s eyes would, somehow, soften even more than they already were. “W-Well…when you get with a really pretty…probably jewish- girl in college-“ He’d start. Kyle would cut him off pretty fast.
“Dude, you still make time for me, right? Even though you’re dating Wendy?” He’d reason. Stan would seem to have an answer already prepared.
“That’s different- you’re still here-“
“Stan, I’m not going off to war- I mean, my god, this is all one major hypothetical we’re running on. I don’t even know if I’m getting into an Ivy league-" Kyle would jokingly begin, ignoring Stan’s grumbled, “you definitely are. Only Ivy League people randomly use the word hypothetical.” as he continued on.
“You make time for me, so I’m going to make time for you. You’ll just have to trust me on that, okay? You can do that, can’t you?” Kyle would ask. Stan would nod immediately.
“…of course I trust you.” Would be the first words Stan would say that actually sounded more familiar to the “normal” Stan Kyle was used to. His shoulders would loosen, and it warmed Kyle’s heart that he was able to tell that those were the words Stan believed the most out of everything he had said.
“And I trust you. So…there we go. You have nothing to worry about, Stan.” Kyle would reassure him, keeping direct eye contact. He wanted Stan to know that if anything Kyle ever said was true, this was the most sincere thing he’s ever said.
Stan would smile weakly; and Kyle didn’t know why he was so caught off guard when another tear daintily rolled down Stan’s cheek. He’d softly sniffle in, what Kyle assumed, was an attempt to make it seem like he wasn’t crying; despite the fact that Kyle was literally watching him do it.
More tears would come, and before Stan could try to beat them off; Kyle would take his hand and delicately wipe them off of Stan’s face without a word. That seemed to encourage even more tears, and before Kyle knew it, a fond, “C’mere,” was leaving Kyle’s lips. Not even a millisecond would pass before Stan practically threw his arms around Kyle, holding him tight.
Stan would hold onto Kyle so tight; as if letting go of him meant he’d disappear forever. Kyle’s hands would land on Stan’s back, drawing soothing circles into his back as the most heartbreaking sobs escaped his Super Best Friend’s mouth. Kyle would shush him softly, trying to lull him the best that he could. He’d whisper words that he hoped were supportive enough: soft “let it out”’s and “it’s okay”’s. The "I'm staying right here for as long as you need me to” seemed to really get to Stan, and Kyle would allow him to squeeze tighter.
“...is this why you’ve been kinda’ distant with me?” Kyle would finally work up the courage to ask, and he’d immediately be met with more incoherent sobs. He’d physically feel Stan nodding into his shoulder, before he’d make out a few repeated “i’m sorry”’s and “i didn’t mean to”’s. Kyle would lazily tsk at that; mentally high-fiving himself for not convincing himself that he was making that all up.
“Stan…you could’ve just told me. I’m always here for you. You know that, right?” Kyle would ask, his hands migrating a bit lower from Stan’s upper back. That wasn’t entirely purposeful. He’d hear the letter “I” come out of Stan’s mouth- but that was about it, because the next thing he knew, he could’ve sworn he heard something akin to a laugh come out of Stan’s mouth and cut him off.
Kyle’s face would scrunch up in confusion for a minute. What did he say that Stan found funny? Did he do something funny? His eyes would instinctively go to look over Stan’s back to look at his own hands…and the realization hit him like a freight train.
Kyle couldn’t believe he was thinking this.
He had completely forgotten Stan was ticklish.
Well, no, completely forgotten was a total stretch. Obviously, in moments where he’d purposely poke at him; or moments where Stan would purposely make a jab at him- Kyle would remember. Obviously, if you were to ask Kyle if Stan Marsh was ticklish; he’d laugh at you so hard before scoffing a quick, “have you met the guy?” But, for some reason, at this very moment- Kyle’s brain hadn’t correlated that if his hands accidentally got too close to Stan’s sides….
For some reason, it just didn’t click that that would tickle him.
But it clicked now.
Oh, it definitely clicked now.
Just by the look on Stan’s face, and by how quickly Stan would let go of the tight hold he had on Kyle, Kyle had a feeling that the same exact thought process clicked for Stan too. Kyle wouldn’t even let the “Kyle-” come out of Stan’s mouth before he started fluttering his fingers on his Super Best Friend’s sides.
“Kylehehe!” Stan would flinch away immediately, failing to bite back his laughter as he threw himself against his pillow. Kyle would be quick to follow, continuing to attack his sides as Stan’s legs flew up towards his stomach in an attempt to protect himself. “Duhude- Kyle, come ohon!” Stan would clench his teeth together, as if that would stop the noises that were already leaving his mouth. “I’m sohorryy!”
The more Stan, horribly, fought his laughter; Kyle suddenly realized he genuinely didn’t remember the last time he had legitimately, seriously tickled Stan like this. Maybe eighth grade? The more Kyle thought about it, the more it stumped him.
“I don’t know why I don’t do this more often.” Kyle would casually think out loud, tazing his fingers into Stan’s sides sporadically. Stan would yelp, a peal of boyish laughter escaping him before he could stop it. “I mean, it’s not like it’s hard to tickle you. You’re really ticklish.”
Sure, maybe Kyle was teasing a little bit to get Stan to actually laugh more; considering Stan was always the type to try to hide his laugh. But, on the other hand, Kyle was just speaking his mind. Genuinely- why did it take him so long to do this again?
“Shuhuhut uhahahap!!” Stan would whine; the teasing, admittedly, kicking his ass and doing exactly what Kyle intended it to do. “Yohoure mohore- gaHAHa! You’re more tihicklish thahan mehe, yohou ahahahass!” Stan would protest, his legs thrashing as Kyle scribbled on his knees.
It wasn’t lost on Kyle how Stan’s ears turned a bright shade of red the more he spoke. He had almost forgotten how red Stan would get whenever Kyle tickled the shit out of him when they were kids. That was…actually pretty rare; specifically because of the callout Stan just said. Normally, Stan would be the one doing this song and dance. But…now that it was Kyle…
Kyle would be lying if he said a little part of his younger-self wasn’t healing right now. That’s not to say Kyle was never the one in this position- but Kyle normally didn’t get this long. Normally, when they were younger, Stan would just tickle him back; and Kyle would, embarrassingly, crumble the moment that happened.
But…maybe Kyle taking a very long break from tickling him worked in his favor today; because Stan seemed to be malfunctioning- like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Realistically, if the two wrestled for a bit- Stan would get the upper hand eventually. But Stan wouldn’t even attempt to put up much of a fight, his hands more focused on covering wherever they (incorrectly) assumed Kyle would go next.
“Wahahait! Wahahait!!” Stan would curl into himself further as Kyle’s fingers walked up his ribs; as if Stan was trying to sink into the bed frame. “Nohohot- aheehe!! Nahahat thehehere!” Stan would begin to plead; and Kyle couldn’t help but smile as Stan’s laughs turned into “girly” giggles and squeaks. Kyle genuinely forgot how much he enjoyed making Stan sound like that.
“You know, Stan, maybe we can make a tradition out of this!” Kyle had to have his fun while he had the upper hand. “Whenever we see each other during a break or something, when we come back from college, I’ll just tickle the shit out of you! That way, you know I still remember who you are. How’s that sound?”
Stan would frantically shake his head, only managing to get out a high, “Noho wahahay!” Kyle couldn’t help but tease him some more.
“No? Why not? I dunno, I think it’s a good idea, Stan.” Stan would squeal as Kyle inched higher up his ribs, and Kyle couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Okay, okay! We’ll raincheck the idea…”
As fun as this was, Kyle still couldn’t shake the confusion. Oddly enough, Stan didn’t really…seem like he was fighting him? Sure, he was ‘shielding’ himself, if Kyle could even call it that; he was doing a pretty shitty job at it. Kyle wouldn’t let himself linger on it for too long, since he was pretty much just absentmindedly tickling him the more he thought too hard-but he had to admit that…for a moment, he considered that Stan wasn’t doing a good job on purpose.
“Okahay! Wahahait- pffft! Kyle sehEEHERIOUSLY-!” Stan would all but scream, his hands suddenly recalibrating themselves. Kyle would quickly feel Stan’s right fingers interlock with the ones on his left hand; and before Kyle really even thought about it, he’d yank his hand upwards- in turn, yanking Stan’s hand upwards with him.
Kyle’s full attention would come back to him now; and he’d very quickly realize the sudden urgency from Stan came from Kyle’s fingers getting higher and higher. Although that wasn’t entirely intentional- it definitely was going to be in a minute. Kyle’s fingers would still, and he couldn’t help but smirk at Stan as his eyes traveled to his upheld arm, and then back to Stan.
It seemed to hit Stan all too quickly that he had; for the lack of a better word, completely fucked himself. “Kylehe..” Stan would, very anxiously, giggle out; although Kyle couldn’t help but notice Stan’s own efforts to yank his arm down weren’t as effective as they normally would be.
“What? What is it, Stan?” Kyle would, ever so sweetly, ask-only to be met with more anxious giggles and big, scared eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is everything alright?”
Stan wouldn’t respond, so Kyle would raise the stakes by hovering his fingers directly over Stan’s exposed armpit. The reaction was immediate- Stan’s eyes would immediately shut, and he’d cringe to his right, his giggles becoming more frantic as he gritted his teeth.
“Staaan…don’t tell me…” Kyle would trail off in a fake surprise, his hand inching closer and closer. “You’re not…you’re not ticklish, are you?” Kyle would tease with the most shit-eating grin on his face; said grin only growing wider as Stan’s face, somehow, turned more red than it already was.
“Because…I don’t know…you’re laughing so much…and I’m not even touching you.” Kyle would laugh, and as mean as it was, Kyle had to get back at Stan for all the times he would say the exact same thing to him when they were kids. “I just feel like only a reeeally ticklish person would do that.”
Stan had clearly bit his tongue for as long as he could, but as soon as those last few words left Kyle’s mouth; a quick, “Fuhuck ohoff!” would slip out against his better judgment.
Kyle would, of course, take those as fighting words.
“Oh, okay!” Would be all Kyle would say before he abruptly began spidering his fingers over every inch of Stan’s right armpit that he could reach.
Stan’s reaction was immediate. His eyes would immediately snap open as the most dorky cackles flew out of his mouth, as every attempt of Stan stopping himself from laughing flew right out the window.
Stan would shriek, his arm immediately shooting down to actually protect himself. “WAHAHAIT! BahaHA-! WAHAIT, KYLE-!” Were the only words Stan would manage to muster out of his mouth, before he made a noise that Kyle seriously did not remember the last time he heard.
Kyle had been making mental notes of how much he had missed Stan’s laugh this whole time; but the moment the snort that Stan made entered the room, Kyle was absolutely sure that was the sound he missed the most.
Stan’s hand would immediately go from shielding one of the most ticklish parts of his body to covering his mouth, the slap ringing throughout the room as it went silent.
“…Oh my god.” Were the only words Kyle could fathom at first. “You still snort when you laugh!” He’d cheer, which would, of course, make Stan flush out of embarrassment.
“…I thought I grew out of it..” Stan would grumble as his hand was still, practically, stapled to his mouth; his cheeks burning.
“Oh please,” Kyle would, lovingly, roll his eyes as he shook his head. As if. “There are just some things you can’t grow out of, Stan. Like...our friendship!" He would quip, only waiting a beat before speaking again. “…Well, c'mon! Let me hear another one!” Kyle would demand playfully, yanking Stan’s hand off of his mouth and starting his fingers back up again without much of a warning.
Stan would try to get a “hell no” out of his mouth, but all that would come out were cackles as Stan, not so willingly, complied to Kyle’s demand and snorted yet again.
“okahAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY!” Stan would scream through his snorts, trashing so hard that the pillow that had been holding up his head flew off the bed. “fuhuhuck! Kyle, I cahaAHAHANT-!” Stan had decided he was no longer above begging as soon as Kyle drilled his thumbs into his armpits.
“Sure you can, dude! You can do anything you put your mind to!” Kyle would, ever so kindly, encourage. “Besides, my hands are a little trapped here. Soo…I guess we’re just gonna’ keep at this!”
Poor Stan was in stitches at this point; so much so that he couldn’t even get his arms to lift up to ‘free’ Kyle’s ‘trapped’ fingers. All he could do was beg for mercy and surrender some more through his, extremely embarrassing, barrage snorts as tears formed in his eyes. “StohoHOP! Stohohop pleheHEEHEASE!”
Kyle would stop immediately.
“Sorry, dude…I got a little excited.” Kyle would sheepishly admit, yanking his hands away on his own accord. “…I am a little bummed I didn’t get to your actual arms, but that’s for next time, I guess.” Kyle would playfully tease for the last time, offering a hand that Stan would very quickly take.
“Gohod…man, you're an ahasshole…” Stan would giggle as the sensations faded, grabbing his pillow from off the floor and placing it back on the bed. “You’re…you’re meheaner than my sister…”
“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic.” Kyle’s eyes would roll once again, playfully punching Stan in the arm as the two just took a moment to sit with each other. They’d both laugh for a minute, before silence consumed the room. The silence was happily welcomed, the two just taking in each other’s presence.
“…Look, I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know what’s going to happen after we finally graduate.” Kyle would admit after a little while. That sentiment seemed to worry Stan, but Kyle would speak again before the thought really overtook his train of thought.
“But, I do know whatever does happen…we’ll get through it together- no matter how far we are from each other.” Kyle would turn to give Stan a friendly, genuine smile; thrilled when Stan would return the gesture. “We’ll take it one day at a time. Until then, let’s try not to freak ourselves out about it, okay?”
“…I don’t know what I’d do without you, dude.” Stan would confess, not seeming to care how ‘sappy’ that sentiment may seem.
Kyle would nod, smiling as Stan leaned against him. Heartfelt moments for the two weren't exactly rare, but Kyle couldn't help but cherish them every time they happened.
Kyle deeply appreciated it, especially considering how shared the same sentiment to a T. Kyle had known since the moment he met Stan in kindergarten, he had met someone who was going to be in his life forever. This was the guy that was going to be the best-man at his wedding; the guy who he was going to be the god-father to his eventual kids- Stan Marsh was going to be in Kyle Brofloski’s life forever.
And Kyle would do whatever it took to make sure that never changed.
‼️Content warning: NSFW. Virgin Sex/First time, oral (f.receiving), ooc lowkey, swearing (I think), barely proofread.
❤️🩹: Barely proofread, female reader. I tried to be as inclusive as I can ehe. First smut/anything remotely close to nsfw. I hope y'all liked this I kinda rushed the end to get it out by today (MY BIRTHDAY OH YEAAAH)
“Its been a month since you talked to this guy, how’s it going?” “Well…”
“I spent the whole summer break playing Valorant.” You say with a sigh. Elira replies to you with a hearty laugh—quite mockingly. You were on Facetime with Elira as you get ready to go out. “I spent a lot of time with him though. Like a lot.” “NO WAY Y’ALL HAD VALORANT DATES” “IT’S NOT LIKE THAT” You sigh. “We just learned more of each other you know… and got close…and hey, He boosted me to Plat 3” You shrug.
“ok… Soooo! Have you found out who your new English professor is?? AND is it Mr. Claude?” “No and FUCK NO.” Elira laughs again—louder this time—so much louder. All you can do is roll your eyes. “Hey I mean… You know Murphy’s Law” Silence. FUCK SHE’S RIGHT. ARGH FUCK YOU AND YOUR PSYCHOLOGY. “It won’t happen. I know it. I mean what are the chances” Elira sighs. “Have you met him? Or at least planned to? WAIT. IS THAT WHY YOU'RE GETTING READY RIGHT NOW??” “uhhh maybe” You reply, focused on this hair section you're styling “WAIT WAIT WAIT. YOU ARE?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE? WHO YOU’RE LOOKING FOR? WHAT IF YOU GOT CATFISHED” Elira frantically screams at her phone talking to you. “We facetimed a lot more than you think.” Silence…Silen- “YOU WHAT?!” She screams, Before you could answer, Elira’s mom barges in her room and scolds her. All you can do is Silently laugh. “OKAY SORRY!! Sorry about that (reader) anyways You facetimed him?!” She whisper-shouts. “Yes. A Lot.” “OMG omg omg YOU’RE GONNA HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! AAACKK OKAY WAIT, How are you getting to your meet-up spot? Should I pick you up? Are you going there by bus? Are you walkin-” “He’ll pick me up” “HE’LL WHAT- ELIRA!!! SORRY MOM!” You let out a soft chuckle. “Quite noisy today aren’t we? So many questions…” “NO cuz WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAAN?” “He’s 5 minutes away I'm going now byeee” “NOW WAIT A DAMN-” You hang up, completely cutting her off. You send a quick reply to Claude before grabbing your things.
໒꒰ྀི๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑꒱ྀིა :little a/n here, this is what you're wearing btw, you can have any other accessories but this is like base line. This should help visualization with the next parts‼️ Color doesn't matter as well so go crazy with your imagination ❤️🩹
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You stand in front of your house waiting for his car. A minute later, a black Chevrolet Camaro stops in front of you. A muscular man steps out of the driver’s seat and walks up to you. “Hi” “Hi” “You look…” He pauses for a moment. “So much… more stunning in real life…” You chuckle softly. “I mean like- like you are definitely beautiful on- on camera but… wow…” “Haha okay” You sarcastically tease, rolling your eyes. “I’m being very truthful” He says as he leads you to the passenger seat. He opens the passenger door and places his hand above the car door’s frame as you get in. “So.. uhm you ready?” “mhm” “uhm seat- seatbelts on?” You laugh a little bit too loud, as you click your seat belt. “Quite awkward, aren't you?” “Shut up” You can just see the redness on his face.
The two of you arrived at the restaurant. It was definitely High-end but he said he's paying so what the hell. You sit down at your booth and after ordering your food, catch up with each other. All those days (and nights) playing Valorant definitely made you guys closer. You updated him on the gossip about the married teachers caught making out, and he updated you on his new job where he also has married co-workers who are having an affair. When your food came, the two of you have basically talked about the entirety of your lives. As you eat, the conversation didn't stop of course.
“Okay, okay, but! Hey. As shit of a guy he was, he had a big dick I can’t lie” you say shrugging earning a loud chortle from Claude. “Oh please, I'll show you big.” “Oh really..?” You tease, challenging him. “I'll show you once we get back to my house.” He sneered with a smug grin. Sure Claude… Sure.
Oh he was sure all right. The moment you stepped foot in his house, his hands wrapped your waist in an instant. “Soo… can I kiss you?” Claude says with an awfully red face. “You really need help with flirting” You tease before closing the distance between the two of you. Claude responds, mimicking the movements of your lips. He has his arms wrapped around your waist while your hands rest on his bicep as you stumble around his living room. He breaks the kiss to take a breath, only to go back for more—deeper, Hotter. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, the cold metal of his piercing caressing your tongue. The kiss was sloppy, sensual, and sexy—so sexy. His hands travel lower, tapping your thigh signaling you to sit on his arms as he carries you to his bed without breaking the kiss.
As he gently lays you on his bed, his lips travel towards your jaw… neck… collarbone. All the while, his hand roams and caresses your side. He sucks a spot on your collar bone that receives a moan from you. He tugs on the garter of your underwear. “Can I… can we?”
You quickly answer with a rushed “Mhm” as you scramble to take off your dress and undergarments. You reach down to take off your thigh-highs. He stops you mid-way. He hums in disapproval “no, they stay on.. Please?” He pleads before unclasping your bra, sucking on one breast and massaging the other.
“Mmm, I- I can't anymore” He says panting. “Can I- Can I taste you please?” You nod eagerly. Claude leaves a trail of kisses down your torso until he reaches your cunt. He sucks a spot on your inner thigh and plants a kiss on your slit. Another. Another. Kiss after kiss, almost as if he’s trying to imprint your cunt on his lips. He looks up at you as he starts sucking on your clitoris. “Ahh… C-claude wait..” Claude stops. “Why? Is anything wrong?” “I..” “Hey, it's okay… you can tell me..” You pause. “It’s… It’s my first… time” You reply reluctantly, your voice getting quieter with each word. Claude lets out a chuckle as he caresses the plush of your thigh. “Then I guess I should do better then hmm?” He says as he latches his lips on your clitoris, emitting lewd moans from you. He licks the entirety of your slit, before sticking two fingers inside your hole. Still sucking your clit, he drags his fingers in and out your hole. Your moans get louder and lewd-er the more time passes. Every thrust of his fingers, every jolt from the sensation of his lips on your clitoris. “Claude… Cla- Plea- please…” You manage to let out between loud moans. “Mhm.. I feel you baby… You’re gonna come hmm..?? Don’t worry baby… Just unwind on me…” He assures you. “Should I go faster hmm..? like this?” He drags his fingers in and out faster. Faster. Faster. He feels your walls clench around his fingers. God How aroused he is. “Come on baby… come undone for me.” As he says those words, you feel your climax. It’s there. It’s coming, You’re cumming. “Claude… Please- Plea- Claude!” Your screams fill the room as you reach your climax, back arching, Leg shaking. You collapse back on his bed, panting. Claude laps up all your juices as he caresses your thigh. “Mmm.. That’s my good girl hmm? So good f’me… So delicious…”
THERE'S A NEXT PART I SWEAR... 🥹 Hope y'all like that (DO NOT TALK ABOUT HOW HALF OF THIS WAS POSTED FOR LIKE 5 HOURS I WAS ASLEEP😭😭)
Tw‼️ Swearing, OOC CLAUDE CLAWMARK, Very awkward conversation
THIS IS MY FIRST KINDA SOCMED AU SO LIKE BARE WITH ME PLEASE
“Okay Check this guy out. He's… I mean he's definitely your type that's for sure…” Elira says. Your friend Elira has been trying to set you up with men because she's “Tired” of you being single and lonely. After months of trying to set you up with people she knows, She finally gave up and made you a tinder profile instead. “What’s his name?” You ask Elira. Maybe you can entertain her so she’ll finally stop setting you up with….. Less than approvable men…. Anyways!
“His name is Claude Clawmark. He’s 27 and he's an English Professor.” Elira says excitedly—Finally—This girl might finally get a boyfriend. “Quite old don’t you think?” You refute.
“It’s just 4 years, It’s not that bad! Just-LOOK AT HIM!” Elira says, shoving the phone in your face. You take a good look at his profile. A nice muscular body, Enticing eyes, and that mole… Why does that mole just make him look so much… hotter… oh and don’t forget about that tongue piercing… I wonder what that would feel on- OKAY! Let’s Move on.
“He’s not that bad I guess.. swipe right.” You say nonchalantly. “YES OKAY!” Not even a minute later, Elira releases the screamiest scream of all screams. “Jesus Christ what happened?” You ask kind of scared but worried as well. “YOU MATCHED WITH THAT CLAUDE GUY!!” “Oh okay” “BE A LITTLE ENTHUSIASTIC AT LEAST!” “wooooow that's so cool” Elira rolls her eyes and hits your arm. “Here, have your phone back AND TALK TO HIM.” “Yeah yeah shut up”
“WELL??” Elira says excitedly after you turn off your phone. “Most awkward conversation I’ve had. He’s chill tho” You say stretching your legs from your sitting position and grabbing your laptop. “WELL WHY’D YOU STOP THEN” Elira whines. “I got a notification in my email, might have to write a reply so I brought out the laptop” You open your email and see that you did indeed get an email only it was those no reply emails type so now you’re kinda pissed cuz u didn’t even need to open your laptop. Anyways. You read what the email says.
Good Evening,
Students of NEAPONIONY UNIVERSITY.
I hope this email finds you well. We regret to inform you that your current English professor, Ms. Reimu Endou has parted ways with NEAPONIONY UNIVERSITY due to personal reasons. Please refrain from bothering any other staff members regarding this.
Your New English Professor will be reinstated accordingly. Thank you for your understanding.
-Ms. Rosemi Lovelock,
Head of NEAPONIONY UNIVERSITY
“Awh man…” You exclaim in disappointment. “What happened?” Elira asks in concern. “Ms. Endou left the university.” “WHAT?! NO I LOVED HER!!!” “Yeah..” You reply quietly. “I wonder who will be our new Professor” You ask. English had been your favorite subject but you knew damn well you could lose every interest you had in that subject depending on the teacher. “Imagine that Claude guy becomes your professor” Elira teases. You throw maybe 3 pillows at her. “DON’T FUCKING SAY THAT.” You huff in annoyance and pick up your phone.
You slam your phone on the bed. “What what happened” Elira asks concerningly. “THIS- THIS GUY!” “WHATS WITH THE GUY” “HE’S SO- AGHHHHH INSUFFERABLE” You bury your face into a pillow “You’re acting like you aren’t hiding a blushing face right now.” You shoot Elira a glare. “Well my job here is done, and I will be taking my leave now.” She stands and picks up her things. When she reaches the door, “(Reader)” You look up to face her. “Don’t fumble” She says as she closes the door—not without laughing of course. You threw a stuffed animal to her face only for it to hit your closed door. You lie down flat, staring at your ceiling. You check the messages between you and Claude
You just wanna scream! Is this what it feels like to be in love? HEY NO NO NO! You just started talking to this guy! Give it some time. With how everything’s playing out, You just hope you won’t fumble this guy.
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Since when was there a picture limit😭😭 anyways hope y'all enjoy, first non-angst fic. This is gonna have multiple parts btw idk how many just like... Watch out😍🤞 not proofread btw
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I’m Strawberry Claude. You can call me Claude, Strawberry Claude or Aji! I currently write for Nijisanji EN but I do plan to write for other fandoms! Guide on how to request below!
I can do just about anything but no smut for now since I'm not really confident about it yet! I won't be doing any pedophilia anything, and/or fics that address really deep topics. Some topics are serious and should not romanticized through fan fiction. I can write for any of the Fandoms about except for XLOV because I don't feel comfy writing abt real people (Other fandoms are fictional and will only write based on the fictional character seen). Give me time to write your requests, I'm trying to balance school, writing, and life🥹🙏. Thats it, luv y'all!
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Current Masterlist:
NIJISANJI EN:
The Poison that Lingers - Vantacrow Bringer. Is a love that's broken truly Love? (Cheating Au (Liver).) (Angst-ish?)
7 last minutes Series
7 last minutes V.1- Ike Eveland. What could he be thinking during his last 7 minutes? (Inspired by the quote "You are my last 7 minutes" meaning the 7 minutes of your life that you replay before you die) (Angst)
7 last minutes V.2- Mysta Rias.(Prologue to V.1) What could he be thinking during his last 7 minutes? (Inspired by the quote "You are my last 7 minutes" meaning the 7 minutes of your life that you replay before you die) (Angst)
Tinder Teacher Series
Tinder teacher - Claude Clawmark. What happens when you match with an english professor? (Fluff ish?, Socmed au ish)
Tinder teacher V.2 - Claude Clawmark. When your relationship progresses with your tinder match and he shows you how sweet he can be. (Smut)
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Random writer thoughts (Not Fanfictions, just writing)
The dance of death - When a princess finally debuts in high society finds out about a deal her father had made with the devil.
Dividers by benkeibear, animatedglittergraphic-n-more, firefly-graphics
(Jotaro Kujo x Female! Reader)
Note: I'm back! I'm sorry things were happening and it was so hard to focus. Also typed this on both my phone and laptop as I felt lazy.
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of pregnancy, Break up, Sadness with the happiness at the end, Reader runs away with their baby
Summary: You and Jotaro break up during high school. He finds you with a surprise
"I'm sorry Reader. I'm leaving." That was the last thing you heard from him and it still hurts you after 6 years. You thought he was the one for you until he left you and all you had was a pregnancy test hidden in your jacket and you never wanted to tell him.
When you find out you're having a daughter, all you could think of is the Dolly Parton song 'Jolene' and that stayed with you because that was yours and Jotaro's favorite song and he loved the name. You both promised if you were pregnant with a girl that would be her name.
His mom, Holy knew about the pregnancy and secretly helped birth your daughter, Jolyne. She promised never to tell anyone about her granddaughter, not even her son and dad.
Now you and Jolyne moved to the US and never went back to Japan not until you heard about recent attacks and Jotaro plus his friends and grandpa were here to save the world once again. You made sure, you and Jolyne were far away and very well hidden in the middle of nowhere, but there was a knock and you opened it to see him standing there with flowers and a teddy bear. The memories of you both came flooding back and the pain was there once again.
"Hey, Reader. Care to tell me why I only found out about our daughter in my mother's journal and not from you?" He wasn't pissed off at all just showing how much it hurt him. He never wanted to be a bad dad like his dad was to him since he left too. He read the journal about you and Jolyne that his mother finally gave to him. He read all the pages and how much it broke him then saw your address written secretly on the bottom of the last page and went straight to you.
You looked down, "Jojo I didn't want to tell you, you broke up with me and I never wanted you to feel like you had to stay with me." He sighs softly, "Reader I only left because I felt if you stayed with me, you could be in danger. I was wrong to leave you, please come back to Japan with me. You and Jolyne would be better to live with me. I'm so sorry for ever leaving you alone."
You heard a soft yawn behind you, "Mommy who's that?" You saw him looking at her in awe and in disbelief. Jolyne was a perfect mix of both of you and his heart melted. "Jolyne, this is your daddy. He was busy but he came back to bring us back home." Jolyne goes to him and tilts her head, "This is Daddy?"
You see him kneeling down and Joylne goes to him with caution. "I'm not gonna hurt you Joylne. I promise." She immediately hugs him tightly and you all cried silent tears as the family reunited. You didn't even realize that he had his hat off till now and you saw his handsome face better.
Joylne and Jotaro pull apart and she looks at you with soft teary eyes, "Mommy can we go with daddy? Please?" You looked at Jotaro with a soft smile, "Yeah Jojo we can go with him." He smiles and gets up then kisses you softly then he pulls away feeling a little tug on his sleeve and looking down to see Joylne holding his hat up. He smiles and takes the hat, putting it on then stops when he feels his little girl holding his leg. "I love Mommy and Daddy." You both smile, "We love you too honey."
When you all moved to Japan 3 years later, Joylne became a daddy's girl and helped Jotaro with his job as his little Marine Biologist assistant. You watched her play with the sea waters and admire the baby sea turtles. You then saw Jotaro walking by you with a smile and rubbing your pregnant stomach, the wedding rings sparkling in the sunset glow, "What should we name our son?" You asked Jotaro while he smiled, "I'm thinking... Jonathan." You smiled, "It's perfect. Named after his great-great-grandfather." You both happily looked at each other and shared a kiss as the sun went completely down.
Alright so I figured I'd share it and see what people think. I was aiming for an eerie, being hunted by a predator type feel like what happens. I'm not quite sure how else to describe it so hopefully you get what I mean. I wanted it to be longer but well I'm not sure what else to add so its fairly short. It's meant to sort of introduce my HH oc, attempting to give an idea at what sort of person she is. May share more on her later.
A quick side note, I headcanon that the color of chains that bind a person's soul to another when they sell it varies, and is based on the buyer.
Regardless, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!
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The demon veered around the corner dangerously, panting heavily as he nearly lost his balance. A pair of deer ears atop his head twitched back and forth, listening for whatever was chasing him. Low growling from behind him—or was it around him?—only spurred him down the dark alley and away from the muted red of the city, footsteps sharply clacking on the cobblestone path and echoing in the narrow space.
Another sharp turn plunged the demon further into darkness as he sought to escape his pursuers. The growling had grown fainter as he put distance between himself and whatever was chasing him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, undead heart pounding a mile a minute. His breathing came in quick gasps as his lungs desperately gorged themselves on oxygen. With only his ragged breathing to break the silence, the demon slowed his pace. His eyes darted between the shadows warily, large ears pressed flat against his head as he listened for his pursuer. Or pursuers? He wasn’t sure how many there were.
Breathing steadier, he warily continued on his way down the alley, eyes scanning the shadows wildly. His ears flitted back and forth as they picked up the faintest of sounds. Dark, beastlike shapes in the depths of the shadows filled the edges of his vision, only for them to disappear when he blinked or turned away.
A faint, red light at the end of the alley had the demon’s ears perk up, relief coursing through him. His steps quickened, muscles still coiled with paranoia. However, as he approached, the red light seemed to get brighter instead of the same, dull color the city had as dusk approached. Upon reaching its source, the demon felt the blood in his veins run cold.
Instead of an exit, there before him was a dead end. An occupied one, at that. Another demon stood before him, bathed in the red glow of the chains around his neck that produced the light he had thought was the way out. The magical chains seemed to delve further into the alley, and by the light the demon could make out another figure. A yank of the chains, and the newly bound demon fell to their knees even as they turned to him, eyes wide.
The newfound owner of the poor demon’s soul remained shrouded in the depths of the alley. A low, unsettlingly familiar chuckle echoed from the mysterious figure. A step forward into the dim light revealed a pair of red eyes and the vague shape of a face. A woman’s face, another demon. A dealmaking demon, someone clearly of more stature than him. From her predatory gaze alone he could tell she was not to be trifled with.
Sudden, loud growling had him jump out of his skin. He whipped around on his heels, eyes frantically scanning the shadows that seemed to take shape. Too much shape, even. Horror spread across his face as the shadows assembled themselves into wolves and stalked towards him.
Growls continued to rumble from the creatures as they emerged, more pairs of red eyes staring him down. It didn’t take the creatures long to circle him, gazes hungry and predatory like their leader, he presumed. He jolted back as the red light suddenly vanished, plunging the alley into complete darkness.
The demon blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the darkness once more. He warily eyed the shadow wolves, turning in place to try to keep his eye on as many of them as he could. Then he noticed one in particular had changed. Or was it a new one? A significantly bigger wolf stuck out from the rest of the pack. Instincts told the demon to focus on the large wolf in particular. Even so, he did another turn in place.
By the time realization dawned on him, it was already leaping at him. It knocked him over with ease, air squeezing out of his lungs as his back met the ground. No sound escaped the demon as the wolf clamped its jaws around his neck as darkness swallowed him for the last time.
Dividers by benkeibear, animatedglittergraphics-n-more, firefly-graphics
(Post-War! Levi Ackerman x Gender Neutral! Reader)
Note: I'm so sorry this was short
Warnings: Death, Swearing, Slight angst with a happy ending, and some spoilers of AOT Season 4
Summary: You died fighting the Titans, and Levi suffers until death
"You're still here." He looks at the squad, still saluting them. He wasn't expecting to see you smiling as you're wearing the squad uniform. Everyone disappeared into thin air except you.
You walk towards him and kneel down with a smile. "Reader...I should be angry at you for pulling stupid shit that got you killed. But I still love you, and I know you were protecting humanity. Please, please wait for me. I'll see you again. I promise I will." He had a tear falling, and you reached for it. Your touch was cooling to his cheek, and he relaxed. You smile and whisper, "I love you too, Levi. I'll be waiting on the other side for you." You slowly disappeared, and he cried as he heard your whispers.
A few weeks after the war, Levi was miserable with being in a wheelchair and thinking about you. He wanted to hear your voice again and enjoy a cup of tea while discussing your future plans. It was so hard to move on, but he kept going. He never found love again and kept waiting for his death to happen. His PTSD was getting to him, but when he thought of you, he slowly calmed down. He looks in the mirror and sees his scars and his blind eye. He wondered why you looked at him the way you first met him the last time he saw you.
Years later, he was getting older, and everything changed after the wall was destroyed. The small town was growing, and everything was still in peace. His squad is now married with kids, and they always want to hear their parent's captain's stories. He smiles as he tells them his stories of how he saved humanity, but he won't go into detail as they're kids. He'll say, 'The monsters were scary, but your parents and I fought to stop them. We may have lost a lot, but we never forgotten them.' He always thought about you as he lay on his bed and fell asleep, only unknowing to him that he never woke up.
When he woke, he saw the clear blue sky and grass with flowers. The wind softly blowing, and the river gently flowing down. He walked to the river without any pain and saw himself young again. He can see with both eyes, and the scars are gone. He thought he was dreaming, but then he found you.
He saw you smile with tears falling, "You're home, Levi." He tears up and hugs you tightly.
