Well, a little derangement never hurt anyone, and it can be argued that it gives you a little flare, but you were definitely another kind of mad.
Filled with a rage so palpable it burned hot under your skin.
They had gotten to him. Your beloved Finsen, gone; the one they deemed evil with their poisonous tales, masking their effervescent rot by magnifying and distorting his own.
Finsen was gentle compared to those beasts. The dentist’s swamp? absolute nonsense! why be afraid of a swamp when every person that spouted rumours of the same dentist possessed a mouth of a venomous snake.
They bit into your beloved, and you weren't able to get to him in time.
Even now, as you peered in the strangely desolate hospital, usually housing patients in every bed but now bare except for the few staff that remained — which sadly, your Finsen was not amongst, and this time you truly did wish he was.
You stood rooted to your spot for a while. You hadn't even realised you were crying, not with the rain already rolling off your soaking body, but even with the discomfort bleeding into you, you couldn't bring yourself to move.
The pedestrians, the remaining ones at this time of night, all gazed at you with unnerved looks. Dazed, you finally tear your eyes away from Sacred Heart Hospital; ironic, because your heart, only freshly found, wasn't even in it anymore.
The cold nipped at your viscera, sending painful chills through your body, but the ache in your chest was far more noticeable than anything else you felt.
With steps that felt weighted by lead, you mindlessly wandered into the swamp they had so cruelly dragged him into.
Even as the murky water stained your socks and swallowed up your shoes, you continued your trek — feet running on autopilot, retracing the very steps you took the previous days before.
You never found the exact place they took him to, and perhaps that's what kept feeding you false hope of his survival.
Soon, you found yourself at one of the only well-lit areas of the swamp. The moon shone on you like a spotlight, painting a morose portrait of longing.
Even as the acrid earthy smell of the swamp imposed on your senses, you couldn't bring yourself to leave just yet. You should've been afraid really, but you couldn't care enough to be with him out of the picture.
He motivated you to get better; constantly participating in his phototherapy helped you, dragging you out of the mental depths that kept pulling you farther and farther in.
As his patient, you should have kept it professional, but he drew you out of your hellish swamp and into the warmth of his own. Even if it resulted in drowning, you'd let yourself get pulled deeper in.
You stood until your legs ached, until all the fireflies left. Perhaps you had stopped caring for your physical state for a little too long because eventually, your body felt like it was collapsing.
The tree bark felt rough against your skin as you pushed yourself back against the nearest tree; you swore that amidst your more lucid moments, you could hear the trees laughing. Well that's not possible now isn't it? unless you were actually losing yourself.
But who were you to ponder as you fell into an unwilling slumber — someone could attest that it was a slumber and not death, no matter how much you looked like a corpse.
He was certain you were alive, because it was through his lens that he witnessed your survival.
Even as the townspeople whispered about your disappearance in the near future, about how not even the dentist’s devotee was spared from his wrath.
Even with one limb rendered mostly immobile, Finsen carried you. He attempted his best not to jostle you whilst your head laid on his shoulder, but he couldn't delay your treatment any further.
Even as a dead corpse himself, his temperature felt nearly the same as yours.
Heterochromatic eyes gazed down at your face, trained on the dark circles under your eyes — the ones that a few weeks ago, had already lightened through your joint efforts. Your skin, your overall complexion, and most certainly your psyche, had probably relapsed.
‘Their progress has been rendered to nothing’ he sighed gravely, tightening his hold around your frail body. Months of improvement gone, and all that under less than a month. He bit back the curse fighting its way out of his throat, gritting his teeth.
He no longer breathed, he had no heartbeat, but all his emotions and motivations remained. For what it was worth, he still felt for you.
Even if what he felt for you partly encompassed a deeply rooted obsession that couldn’t be pulled out, stemming from the desire to be needed or even desired for just his presence. No matter if it resembled the cavity-ridden teeth he often extracted, he wouldn't do the same — this was beneficial, why would he rid himself of something that made him feel more alive, more grounded.
They called you cursed, simplifying you and boxing you into the label of sick and infectious, even when you were not at all contagious. In fact, wouldn’t it be more fitting to label them as such, with how vile their existence is.
His eyes, infected as they are, are still able to see you as you are, and so, he witnesses the telltale signs of your nightmares. With a gaze bearing the fondest and most affectionate gaze he's ever had, a tentacle caresses your cheek, slowly smoothing out your distressed expression. “Shh, rest well my dear, we'll be home soon.” he rasped out.
He'd bring you to his hidden residence, he still needed to tend to you and ensure that you recover properly after all. Only after you recovered would he finally accept the invitation from the deep.
You wouldn't refuse, in fact, you'd likely get upset if he insisted on going alone. He'd loathe to see that expression on your face, so he'd oblige.
He'd protect you once you both plunged yourselves into the darkness that reached out to him through those tentacles. No matter if it meant losing his already infected body, he'd ensure you remained in one piece.
Okay, you know what? After reading this post, I jokingly said we should all just make a pact to reblog it five times a day forever. So I'm gonna do this louder for the people in the back:
AO3 WAS CREATED BY FANS, FOR FANS
AO3 IS RUN BY FANS (VOLUNTEERS, NO LESS)
AO3 IS PART OF THE NON-PROFIT, ORGANIZATION FOR TRANSFORMATIVE WORKS
AO3 IS NOT OWNED BY ANY COMPANIES AND DOES NOT EARN REVENUE
Ao3 is like the one space left where I don’t feel like I’m drowning in capitalism. There’s no membership fee to access, I’m not assaulted by clickbait ads covering every inch of my screen. Writers are generously gifting their stories. They aren’t beholden to anyone’s schedule but their own, there’s no algorithm to feed or jump through hoops for. They write about the fandoms that inspire them, expanding on worlds or deep diving into character studies. They experiment with tropes and language and style and genre, no matter how “marketable” it is.
In a world where everything is increasingly commodified and regulated and restricted I cherish this little corner of the internet more fiercely.
I'm convinced that misunderstanding this is a source of most of the whack-ass "anti-AO3" disk horse we see here sometimes.
The purity squad sees AO3, and how professional and sleek it looks, and ASSUME it must be a corporate product and therefore they are honor-bound to rebel against it in some way. They don't notice that hey, there are no ads here and it's free to use? Which is not something you would ever be able to say about a corporate website.
They created more outrage over absurd accusations against Palestinians of rape than actual rapes that 'Israel' blatantly commits against Palestinians and doesn't even bother denying.
I'm Amira from Gaza 🍉, responsible for my family since my father passed away. Despite becoming a university lecturer and app developer, the recent war destroyed everything 😥.
I urgently need to leave Gaza to care for my sick mother and continue my aspirations.
Any help or sharing of a support link would be deeply appreciated.
I fully believe that Solomon and MC just shout ""Wizard Spells"" at each other whenever they're bored. They shout shit like "I CAST MANUAL BLINKING" "I CAST MANUAL BREATHING" "I CAST EYELASH STUCK IN EYE" "I CAST TOTAL TOUNGE AWARENESS"
No real magic is used but a few demon brothers witnessed a "Wizard Duel" between MC and Solomon and got effected by "manual breathing" and fully believe that they are actually casting spells.
Lucifer: What in the devildom are you all up to now?
Mammon: SHH! MC and Solomon are having a wizard duel.
Belphie: I thought MC could only use our magic? Who's magic are they using?
Asmo: Their own!
Satan: They don't have magic.
Beel: Thats what we thought too but look.
-cut to MC and Solomon on opposite sides of the House of Lamentation's living room-
MC: I CAST INSTANT BRAZILLIAN WAX
Solomon: Oh you son of a bitch- I CAST ITCHY BONES!
MC: I CAST KIDNEY STONES!
Solomon: I CAST ENDOMETRIOSIS!
Lucifer: This is ridiculous. These aren't real spells.
a shitty synopsis: at 10:27, luchino diruse makes his appearance once more after disappearing. greeted with an open lab, he meets the person who's been waiting for him all this time.
The soft drum of your fingers against the wooden table could be heard throughout the facility, accompanying the ticking clock and the soft rain that drizzled. The quiet night left for much pondering for a researcher such as yourself, one driven with as much curiosity as your now missing partner. A soft yet heavy sigh passed your lips, ‘Just where on earth are you professor? And why did you not care to inform me of your travels’. You could only let out one small pitiful laugh, he cared for you enough to leave a key to his residence, to his lab, to his files in your hands—the research he poured his whole soul into. He cared for you enough to spare time to spend with you but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he would depart to who knows where.
It was laughable really, the professor had his way of putting you through emotional turmoil, the one thing deemed unfitting in a world where cold hard proof held jurisdiction over everything you had known; the professor was cruel for this. How was breaking you down to this mess of a person “kind” in any way whatsoever?. The professor you knew was warm—he had been this way with you, so it was the assumption that he’d been this way with others.
Your eyes trailed over the countless pieces of paper that littered the table, the documents consisting of your own and the professor’s. It irked you to notice that there was a stark difference between his and your own handwriting, you could distinctly hear his “mocking words” regarding the matter. He had told you that it was charming in its own right—sure, leave it to the man with impeccable handwriting comparable to the font of the daily paper, he had found it so amusing too! He fought so hard to stifle his laughter and yet the bastard’s eyes were still smiling.
Scoffing, you shook your head with a feeling of resignation, thinking of the professor would only set you back on your research. Knowing that you could do nothing but wait for him to come back left you feeling helpless, who knows what could’ve happened to him, was it even guaranteed that he was still alive?. Such thoughts always creeped up on you, disrupting your carefully managed routine.
You raised your hand to your face, nearly rubbing your eyes with your ink-covered fingers. ‘Had I not noticed that the ink leaked beforehand?’ you thought, your eyes beelining for the ticking clock on the wall, “10:27pm… the fatigue must be catching up with me” you mumbled. Your light footsteps seemed deafening as you walked through the empty laboratory, you had almost wished that his floors were wooden instead of the glazed cement.
The door to the bathroom creaked a bit once you began to push it open, shutting with a push of your foot but not without producing a thud that went unheard by the person nearing the room.
—
Luchino treads the path leading to his laboratory with unhurried steps under his umbrella, under the assumption that no one would be there after the search parties halted their activities after two weeks. This part of the university was desolate, a far cry from the tame liveliness before his “disappearance”.
It was oddly quiet; usually around this time of the night, you could still hear the faint sounds of people moving around within the labs within the area. The university was home to many night owls and people that seemed to not have the word “rest” within their dictionaries.
He returned because he had forgotten the papers detailing all of his discoveries regarding the venomous reptile that had been his fixation. Of course, he would say that this was his sole reason but secretly, he’d been hoping to catch a glimpse of his co-worker. It’s been a while since he saw the man, he wonders if his friend ever found the letter he left him.
He squints slightly when the door to his laboratory comes into view, steps slightly increasing in pace until he breaks out into a short jog. He reaches out to the doorknob, expecting his door to still be locked, only for it to open without a hitch. His slowly forming forked tongue licks at his sharpening canines, eyes glimmering with something akin to wonder—laced thinly with malice when he ponders upon what they might be doing at his personal laboratory. There were many vacant laboratories on campus, it wasn’t as if the university was short with them.
Luchino steps into his lab, closing the door behind him carefully so that he doesn’t alert his “intruder”. The only people with keys to his lab were him, you, and the janitor; he doubts it was you, you had your own laboratory on campus, you always preferred to work within your own space so it wouldn’t make sense for you to enter his lab.
His eyes keen with interest when they spot papers scattered over a table. Taking long strides towards the table, he inspects them, not recognising them as his own. Brown eyes widen slightly in realisation, “This is his handwriting..” he trails off, bringing the page close to his face for close inspection. The wet ink stains left on the paper didn’t bother him, showing no care for the inky marks left on his hand as he read what you wrote.
A smile graced his face as he realised that you were here, in his lab. He wondered if there was a possibility that you missed him just as much as he had missed you. His other hand rested on the table, supporting his weight as he read your observations—your thoughts regarding the strange reptile that bit him. Such a hard worker you were, he wondered if you had gotten any sleep these past weeks.
The sound of a door opening alerted the tall man, his eyes darting past the paper to land on your form.
—
The silence was deafening, it was as if time had stopped its passage. Your eyes met those warm coffee coloured orbs that you had yearned to see. Your mouth parted slightly, the countless words you wished to say jammed within your throat. Your hands trembled, moving to cover your mouth. Were you hallucinating? Or was he really there before you?
You swallow down your hesitation, and before the man before you can utter a word, you cut him to the chase. “Have I gone insane or is it really Luchino Diruse standing before me?” you spoke, taking slow strides towards the suspected symptom of psychosis.
“And what if you really have gone insane? Does this open the possibility of you longing to see your friend?” he jests, eyes tinged with that touch of mischief that you had grown to be fond of and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. You fought the urge to roll your eyes; his response made it painfully obvious that it was the latter scenario instead of the former.
You stand on the other side of the table, staring down the man before you as if to silently demand an explanation. He eyed you with a warm gaze, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Allow me to form a conjecture, you haven’t opened your mailbox ever since the last time I came over haven’t you” he foretold, already aware of the fact that he was right.
You blinked once, and then twice, before your eyes finally drifted away to instead temporarily wander the room. Luchino carded through his locks, smiling softly at your sheepish display, You hadn’t changed at all these past few years. His eyes wandered over your frame; you were free of the lab coat you usually wore, clad in more casual clothing that fitted within your usual choice of fashion. His eyes traced over the smallest details of your face to make note of any change, narrowing upon noting that the circles under your eyes that had grown darker and your pasty complexion. “Now,” he began, slowly making his way to the other side of the room as if to examine the spotless and polished equipment. “It’s not as if I would expect that an erudite person such as yourself would not know of the recommended amount of sleep for humans, but again and again, you have always proven that you show no concern for your own well-being” he sighed, oh-so familiar with your style of living, hiding a small smile when he comes to the conclusion that you’ve been tidying his lab for him in his absence.
Your gaze trailed towards the man before you, head cocking to the side as you raised an eyebrow. “It’s the same as always” you admitted blandly, cracking your knuckles on your left hand as you stared at that reliable back. “I’m assuming, based on your previous statement, that you had left something in my mailbox correct? And, you can’t be one to talk, you seem to have sustained an injury as well” you quickly added whilst gesturing to the bandage on his head, not wanting a lecture about your health that you’ve heard countless times before, especially from someone that visibly presented a sign of “damage”.
Luchino, already used to your style of conversation, simply goes with the change of topic. He turns on his heel, wearing a relaxed look on his face as he approaches you. “Granted, I did leave a message for you, one you had evidently missed despite my constant reminders, but onto another matter, one of great interest that will unveil my purpose for running off so abruptly,” he raised a hand to the bandage, “and I assure you, this will make up for my lack of warning” he added, admitting to his undeserved crime that you had been the suspect of.
Before you could make any remarks, let alone any sound, he tore off the bandage with a graceful yet swift movement of his wrist. He unveiled the emerald coloured scales forming on his temple, gleaming under the light.
Your mouth parted and after a few seconds of recollection you had managed to stammer something out. “W, What on earth happened? You must explain this instant professor”. “This,” he pointed to the scales, “Is the result of me nearing the truth we have attempted to unveil—to piece together” he explained, eyes hazed with something closer to madness rather than fulfilment, and yet still, you continued to listen to what would sound like the ramblings of a madman to others.
You would ought to assume that any normal person would be repulsed by his enthusiasm, just as those of which that followed the church as if the words spoken by their fellow humans could be trusted under the guise of originating from their maker. Any other sane person grounded by such principles would be expected to react in such a manner but you weren’t one of those people. You stared at him as if every word he uttered was of utmost importance, as if he would disappear once more if you looked away.
The professor that rambled before you had begun to discuss his findings, his eyes glimmering with unparalleled passion. “It seems that upon being bitten by the reptile, its venom caused a genetic mutation within me. Interestingly enough, when it bit the rat in my initial experimentation, nothing had occurred—” he began, diving into a one-sided discussion that seemed to go deeper and deeper with each topic opened. Surely enough, the scene had once more taken the picturesque form of memories dating back to when the two of you had first begun to work together.
With masked enamour you listened intently, the ticking clock holding no influence over your interest. The man before you paused amidst his ramble session, eyes taking in the sight of you, a sight he’d never tire of.
A sigh so harrowing escaped the professor’s lips, causing you to perk up in slight alarm. Silence blanketed the room once more and neither of you were willing to speak up. Luchino's solemn eyes drifted away from your figure momentarily. “Forgive me for halting my explanation so suddenly, it's just that my sentiments have overcome my will to do so” he trailed off, dragging his nimble fingers along the table. Coffee coloured irises gaze into your own e/c eyes, “I missed this, what used to be routine halted until now—and I’m aware that I’m at fault for this. It was my absence that hindered us after all, it was just that.. Due to the circumstance of this transformation of mine, I fled without warning” he spoke self-deprecatingly, sending an uncertain smile your way.
“Was it really necessary to leave?” you spoke with furrowed eyebrows, a flurry of emotions coursing through your veins. This man, your long-term friend and co-worker, had left so suddenly instead of simply talking through the issue with you. “Professor, with all due respect, I must ask, did you think that at that moment you wouldn’t be able to rely on me for aid?” you continued, a pang of hurt flashing on through your face.
With widened eyes Luchino immediately waved his hand in dismissal, “Nonsense, I’ll have you know that you are my most trusted relation, I… I just, I thought I would burden you with something” he trailed off. He walked towards you, gently tilting your downcasted head up, “Don’t think that I don’t trust you, to tell you the truth, I feared your reaction to the mutations I would go through, this body of mine continues to change with time and perhaps in my pursuit, I would present the chance of harming you” he spoke earnestly, his other hand holding onto your own.
Your lips parted but no words came out, how would you even reply to that?. Your eyes lingered on his hand that dwarfed your own yet handled your hand as if you were porcelain and you couldn’t help but think that your hands fit so perfectly together. “Did you consider how worried i’d be once you disappeared” you mumbled, not meaning to let the other man overhear but of course, with his mutation came enhanced senses surpassing that of a normal human.
The professor’s shock was evident through his raised eyebrows, he didn’t attempt to fully conceal his growing smile either. Of course, before the man could utter a word, or revel in his discovery, you continued your sentence. “It is foolish to assume such a thing, did it not occur to you that it would be in your best interest to venture into an alternative approach accompanied by a person possessing knowledge in this topic? I am someone you’re well-acquainted with and yet I was not considered for such matters, granted you had your doubts but perhaps you’d like to account for damage control as well when conducting your projects” you continued in a deadpan manner, pinching the area between your eyebrows.
Luchino’s smile fails to waver despite how sharp your words sounded, he was well-aware of your concern that you masked through blunt and piercing undertones. “Alright, I take responsibility for the results of my actions, there’s no need to rub it in my face so much” he feigns surrender, a smile evident from the rising lilt in his tone. With your disgruntled huff and his warm conversation, you both indulge in more menial topics about your lives whilst in each others’ absence.
The professor still exuded that air of professionalism despite him telling his own personal stories that friends would typically share over drinks. Even as you took him to your place, he still carried himself with elegance that rarely ever faltered.
Over dinner, the professor would pause and alternate his gaze between you and the various things that he may fixate on, seeming to hesitate over something. By the time you had gathered the plates for washing, he finally spoke up. “You know, I value you the most in my life right?” he begins, his tone tinged with uncertainty as he watches you take the plates to the sink for washing. “Mmh.. well, I as well” you replied, a small but uncontrollable smile gracing your lips, one he doesn’t see because you were facing away from him.
The professor smiled semi-bitterly, he wondered if you would be able to accept his following words. He was still unsure of whether or not this was the right time, whether or not he was willing to stake everything on this chance to finally tell you. You had never reciprocated his blatant flirting, every attempt he made beforehand seemed to fly over your pretty head. For the years you both had known each other, he had fallen for you without notice; It suddenly occurred to him that he had not valued anyone like he had valued you, that every day, he looked forward to seeing you, so much so that he had broken past your boundaries as co-workers. He had begun visiting your own laboratory and even reached the point of having frequented your own more than his. He slowly wormed his way into your quaint life, wanting to be a constant part of your day, wanting to etch the threads of his being into the fabrics of your existence like how you wove your own into his so seamlessly.
To him, this feeling that people dubbed as love, was something he hadn’t experienced until the day he met you. This emotion was something he simply read about, never believing in it until he had experienced it first-hand. To a man like him who always prioritised his pursuit of knowledge, to a man that has only ever experienced flings in the past, this emotion could only be summed up with the word “foreign”. His parents painted the picture of love for him and he grew up thinking that he would never experience the same love they both found in each other, such a thing occurring seemed closer to fiction than reality.
He knew what he felt, his experiences only ever served as proof of his affections towards you and despite society’s opinions and whatever nonsense they had to say, he couldn’t have cared less. Society was and has always been filled with those who could not accept the standing of others as long as they thought something didn’t conform to their expectations, attempting to conform to them would only make you a curly haired baboon that only possesses enough knowledge to look down upon others.
The only thing that scared him was the chance of you reacting horribly. He wouldn’t hesitate to admit the fact that he would be devastated if he lost you. You were simply more than just the one he loved romantically, you were his family and his best friend: you were the sole person he’d allow himself to open up to completely without hiding any details. Just the sight of you would instantly ebb away all the negative in his life, your presence was something he’d consider a need instead of a want.
It wasn’t to the point that he was obsessive and reliant on your presence of course, he knows that such a thing is unhealthy. He worried about your well-being but he would never baby you as if you weren’t capable of caring for yourself. He admired your strengths in life; in a myriad of ways, you were a person worthy of praise. You kept to yourself but you never allowed others to trample upon you, you were kind to everyone regardless of their standing, treating them as equals no matter what.
He didn’t wish to chain you to him, but he wished to stay by your side; to grow with you, to get old with you, to spend his most important moments and even those of little importance with you. He yearned to be someone important to you, more than just a friend and colleague.
He’d be damned if he didn’t even try to tell you.
In the case that it does not end well, he’d likely disappear for good, perhaps he’d live in solitude until the end of his life. His only wish would be that you still considered him someone that held importance to you at one point in your life, he would never want you to forget him entirely, he just wants you to remember him in some way, be it through his work or anything else if it ends tonight.
All those years ago when I told my mother that loving someone was the hardest thing I've ever done, I never would have expected that it would be as easy as breathing Luchino sighed, shaking his head in a self-deprecating manner.
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You put away the last dish into the cupboard, drying your hands on a towel. You walked into the living room, eyes landing on your friend’s slumped form. You poked his back gently, jostling him awake from his deep thoughts. Sitting down next to him, you could only raise an eyebrow at his current state.
Luchino exhales, raising his head to finally face you. He briefly focuses on how your knee is touching his own before staring into your eyes. “Listen (Name), I would like to tell you something and I find that this is a matter more nerve-wracking than my very first lecture” he chuckled dryly, his hand moving to gently hold one of your own. Your eyes widen slightly and he feels your hand tense before relaxing and reciprocating the gentle grip he had.
“I, I had always thought that in this life, I would not find anyone to love, that perhaps I would be lonely, but upon meeting you, I had found not only a friend I would like to spend time with, but someone I yearned to see every day,” his voice trembled, Luchino swallowed down his nerves and you simply squeezed his hand in comfort. “Throughout the years we’ve spent together, be it as friends or colleagues, you’ve grown to be my biggest comfort in life, and I, I have never felt this way for anyone or anything and I have felt this way for more than two years and I’m sorry if you feel disgusted or uncomfortable in any way, but I know, I, I know that what I feel for you is genuine, in the eyes of many it may be what they consider a sin in life but loving you, is as easy as breathing, loving you has brought me unparalleled joy that I never would have thought existed in this life and I’ll be damned if I don’t tell you how I truly feel for you, so if you wish for me to leave or if you wish for me to stay, please tell me right now” he continues, voice uncharacteristically rising and falling in tremors. It was a first for him to be like this, even when he first presented in a room filled with people, he never shook like this. The man before you seemed so vulnerable at this moment, embarrassed and even scared. His eyes were downcast as if he were awaiting for his sentence to be dealt by you, the judge.
Your smile was soft and although your heartbeat reached an alarming pace, you were overjoyed. You took both of his hands into your own, tracing patterns into the subtly shaking limbs. Seeing as it didn’t provide enough assurance, one of your hands hesitantly cupped his face. His eyes met yours, crystally brown meeting your own irises.
It felt so right to hold his face. The warm flush on your face complemented his own, his teary eyes made your heart ache. Knowing this man felt the same for you and knowing that he loved you to that extent was likely the biggest honour you’ve been bestowed in this life.
“And what if I wish for you to stay here with me until the end of my days? What if I've felt the same for just as long as you have?” you replied, voice soft as both of your hands caressed his cheeks. Luchino couldn’t help but cry out of relief, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in for a hug. You didn’t let yourself be shocked for too long, patting his back as his tears dripped down your neck.
You shed a few tears of your own, but this time, it wasn’t because you feared that you’d never be able to tell him how you felt, it wasn’t because you were pining for him. It was because mercy still existed in this world, that you had managed to meet the love of your life and received the same from him.
Perhaps hardships awaited you both, but you knew that you’d be capable of handling anything, much more so now that he would be by your side.
Your house was tranquil, just like any other day, but this time, it bore resemblance to a home.
cw: ooc aventurine, idek if it makes sense, no beta we die like *cough*
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Unfathomable.
How could a human being be so kind? you were more akin to a lapdog than a person, and yet, for that reason alone, he trusted you. He had rescued you purely out of impulse, he didn't even know why because for the first time, he had done something without thinking about what he would receive in return. In fact, you were the one who sought him out for the sole reason of paying him back, the one who tracked him down, the one who didn't feel deterred even in the face of harsh rejection. Had he known better, he would've assumed you bore a grudge against him, but your eyes showed no such thing.
He believes that there is no person who doesn't hide something, no person could be so open; to express everything without preservation would be to seek death, and yet here you were, showing no deceit, being so honest and sincere, but a bit rude if he had to be frank about it.
Why were you so awfully out of place in that category? you were too kind to deceive anyone, but too overtly rude as a person to be considered pleasant. Just who do you serve? what even is your aim? were you out to foil his plans? to raise him above the clouds only to be the reason for his plummet?—
"Hey, what's on your mind?" you piped up, waving your hand in front of his face. Upon hearing no reply from him, a frown surfaced on your lips. "Aven, are you alright?" you questioned worriedly, placing your face uncomfortably close to his own.
The sudden proximity broke Aventurine out of his stupor, prompting him to place his hands on your shoulders. “Y, Yes, I’m alright, no need to get so up close for confirmation” he sighed out, pushing you away gently. You blinked owlishly, gracing him with another one of those smiles, those smiles that blinded him. “I was just concerned because erm.. You’re gripping onto my hand too tightly for comfort sir” you spoke sheepishly, gesturing towards his hand that really was gripping onto your own like a vice.
Two-toned eyes drifted downwards, widening slightly in diameter upon realising that he really was holding onto your hand for dear life. He quickly released your hand, a hint of shame visible on his features as he smiled at you awkwardly. “I hadn’t realised, I apologise” he muttered. Strangely enough, you didn’t seem displeased until he let go, looking quite disappointed when he did so.
“I never said to let go but alright then” you shrugged, appearing to be a tad dejected. The blond man could only stare incredulously as he stared at your form that quickly perked up. “Aven” you called out, ‘and there goes the honorific’ he withheld a chuckle. Aventurine hummed, peering at you through his rosy lenses. “What is it?” he inquired, deciding to indulge in his… he didn’t quite know what to call you, his servant? no, his follower? that did not sound right, oh well, he’d ponder about what you were another time.
You shifted on the couch slightly, fiddling with your tie—the one he gifted you, the one he put on for you daily—a clear indicator of your nerves. He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side slightly, ‘What is it this time?’ he wondered. Finally, as if gaining the courage, you gaze into his eyes, blurting out a quick “Can I see your eyes without your glasses”.
He could only really blink at your request, he had thought that it would be a troublesome matter, it was just the same request you’ve had of him over the long duration you’ve spent with him. With an exasperated sigh, he snaps his fingers and his shades disappear, and with that, he was fully “bare” before you. You were always so fascinated by his eyes, calling him pretty and bathing him with praise until he had pretty much gotten drowned by it.
“Permission to touch you sir?” you requested, as polite as you could possibly get. He nodded, leaning back into the soft material of the couch, this had become routine at some point. He watched as you eagerly took of your gloves, walking off into the direction of the nearest sink, you washed your hands so aggressively that he wondered why they weren’t raw.
Not even a minute later, you’re seated next to him, your soft hands cupping his face gently as you stared, no, admired him. It wasn’t like the gaze of those previous owners or buyers, no, it was too kind, too gentle, too innocent. It was the gaze of someone that was staring at something they cared deeply for. He had seen this look before, It was as if you were staring into the vastness of the bright universe outside of the spacecraft the two of you boarded.
Your hands were warm on his face, smelling of the body wash he had chosen for you. Your fingers gently trekked over the smooth planes of his skin, massaging his cheeks and jaw; Your gaze never faltered, always holding that same warmth and adoration. Had he not experienced this on the daily, he would’ve been beet red by now.
You two are stuck in that position for quite a while. Your humming soothes him, so it’s a delight to hear while you do whatever it is you’re doing, and yet, when that’s broken, he doesn’t seem to mind, because the words you utter out have become his favourite part of this “routine”.
“I love you” you spoke, voice only loud enough for his ears to hear. Part of him urges him to say it back because liars that refuse to admit how they truly feel are cowards, and yet another part of him refuses to believe that it’s true. Why would such a loving person such as you love someone like him genuinely? What right did he have to have someone that loved him so dearly, it simply didn’t make any sense to him, even if he had grown to love you just as much, it just didn’t make any sense. It’s dead silent between you two afterwards, a weirdly comfortable tension growing.
“Why?” he uttered out after a few minutes, his hand crawling up your arm to encompass your hand. He presses your hands against his face, fingers shaking slightly as he bites back a chuckle, ridiculing himself. “Why do you claim to love me? You say it so sincerely, y, you bare your raw feelings, displaying them on a silver platter and yet,” he releases a deep sigh, eyes watering as he bows his head. “And yet.. I cannot comprehend that it could be sincere, and dear, believe me, I want it to be sincere” he swallowed the lump in his throat, suppressing the crystalline fluid threatening to overflow from the very eyes he grew to hold hatred towards.
Your hands, they never wavered, they never let go. You instead gently tilted his head up to face you, caressing his cheeks with a soft smile on your lips. Your pain was evident in your eyes but you still chose to put on a smile instead.
“Aven, I adore you as if you are my night sky, I love the darkness, the light scattered across your vast sky,” you began, gently wiping the tears away from his eyes. “I had always been content with the night view from my planet, that is, until I met you” your face broke out into a joyous smile. “I had never thought that I would meet a person that I loved more than the vastness of the universe laid before me, but now I don’t seek to admire the sky, I wish to love and adore you, not out of anything but the sole reason that you are you”
It was as if the world stopped, because in that moment, all of his focus shifted towards you, paying no mind to anything else.
“Kakavasha, I love you and I am so proud of you and how far you’ve come, and wherever you may go, I will follow, and if it leads to our demise? Then I could not have cared less, because a fate without you would be a fate blind to the stars I love so very much”
Tears never seemed to stop flowing, but the difference was that the sweetest smile you had ever been graced with came from his face. His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
Fine, he lost this time, he admits that it’s a foolish bet to lose, “I will never reveal true weakness to anyone”. Well, who knew he’d be here years later.
As your fingers carded through his sandy locks, he can’t help but utter out an “I love you”. These were words that had not come out of his lips in countless years, and you, the one who loved him for so long, had finally heard it.
in which: your heat suddenly comes off-schedule whilst helping your boyfriend work
okay, so, i have not done the new quest, THIS DRAFT HAS BEEN ROTTING HERE FOR WHAT? NEARLY TWO MONTHS??? haven't played much either, I just pulled for jing yuan before leaving my acc lmfao, all i know is that this guy is probably an imoogi or something, judging from the leak of his... dragon form? whatever, i'm pulling for him ^^
Genre: Smut
cw: GN!reader, OOC dan heng prob, a dash of hurt/comfort, bunny hybrid reader, work sex(?), pet names, slick, estrus or heat cycles, tail play, fingering, oral sex(receiving), overstimulation, scent kink
Your eyelashes flutter shut, shielding your eyes from the harsh light of the screen. The sound of Dan Heng working diligently is familiar and comforting, but the list of unfinished tasks you made only gave room for premonitions of more cups of coffee and a very long night of working.
You shift around in the chair Pom-Pom prepared for you, turning back to take a peek at him. You were met with the sight of the man still standing after hours of looming over that screen. 'Do you never get tired of standing in one place?' you deadpan internally for what seemed like the thousandth time—admittedly, you never tired of the the same sight every time, how would you be able to? not when you're met with the sight of his sturdy back, those well-built arms, and that as—ahem, I mean, his lovely behind.
Just as you attempted to stand up from your seat, warmth began to pool around the area of your nether regions. Inarticulate need surged through the expanse of your body, bringing about a hazy daze you were oh so familiar with.
"D, Dan Heng" you called out, trembling slightly as you approached him. His scent only seemed magnify with each fleeting second. You paused in your steps, nibbling on your bottom lip. "'m sorry, may I take a rain check? I have something to sort out—on my own" you stammered, taking wobbly steps towards the door.
Just as you began to pry the entrance open, a hand landed on your shoulder, turning you towards it's owner. "What's wrong?" Dan Heng inquired, brushing his thumb up and down the side of your arm in an attempt to soothe you out of your agitated state. His touch sent jolts of pleasure down your spine, and in an attempt to halt his actions, you pull off his hand. "I'm alright really, I just feel a little under the weather that's all" you respond in hurried speech, turning away from him.
Dan Heng sighed, grabbing your wrists before spinning you around and pressing you against the wall. "I am well aware of your mannerisms and tendencies when lying, so I don't suggest trying to hide anything" he reminded gently, breath fanning your face due to the close proximity.
"S, Stop" you whimpered, covering your face with your already downcast ears. He eyed you curiously as you shook slightly, Is it perhaps their heat? but it's a bit too early for it.. he contemplated, peering down at you. "Y, You're only making it worse Dan Heng" you whispered despondently, revealing your teary eyes to him whilst looking up into his own memerising blue orbs. "You're busy right now, I can just head back to my room while you continue working" you spoke, once again trying to escape his hold.
"Why would I continue working knowing that you'd need me?" he leans towards you, a small yet soft smile resting on his handsome face. "But—" "But?" Dan Heng interrupts, as if already aware of your previous train of thought. "Work will never be more important than you, please don't underestimate how I feel for you, for I have never loved as much as I love you" he reassures, kissing you sweetly.
He releases your wrists, entwining his fingers with your own. His tongue prods at the entrance of your mouth, you part your lips, obediently giving his tongue entry. He coerces moans from your mouth as he rubs his tongue against your own. The heat between your legs only seems to grow as he makes out with you. Dan Heng sucks on your tongue teasingly, caressing the inside of your palm.
He leaves you breathless and panting, trailing featherlight kisses down your neck. Dan Heng moves your hands to his shoulders, letting his own occupy themselves in ridding you of your clothing. Nimble fingers trace patterns into your skin, sending a tingling sensation down your spine. Once your upper garments have been discarded of, he lavishes your nipples with his tongue, tweaking with both of them whilst painting your upper body with love bites.
He stares up at you through his thick lashes, biting the waistband of your lower garments; you fight the urge to look away, looking back into his piercing blue orbs—his gaze draws you in, as if telling you "keep your eyes on me", commanding you to pay attention to him. He pulls the soft material of your clothing down your thighs, before letting it fall to the floor. Dan heng kisses up your thighs, groaning into your supple flesh when you pull on his hair. "Stop t, teasing me" you whine, feeling your multiply with each passing second. He chuckles slightly, "Alright alright, I won't delay any further" he says.
He moves your body so your thighs are caging his head, his shoulders propping you up against the wall. His hands caress the expanse of your thighs, keeping you in place as he licks stripes up your clothed sex, "Even through your undies, I can taste just how sweet you are" he smiles, pressing his nose into your heat. He takes in even more of your scent, his eyes fluttering shut; beneath his calm and composed exterior, his eyes have already turn bleary from how turned on he is, sapphire blue becoming murky with desire.
The sound of fabric ripping is loud, happening almost instantaneously. He looks up at you somewhat sheepishly, "Sorry, it seems that I was much more excited that I anticipated" he mumbles, resting his head against your inner thigh. His breath brushes against your sex, barely stimulating the aching organ.
Your hands reach down, tangling into his soft black hair; the soft strands are a pleasant texture, nearly distracting you from how much you ached for more; for all of him, every single last bit of him. Every little movement sent ripples of frustration through you.
"Dan Henggg" you whined, tugging slightly on his hair. He peers up at you in a manner that would typically come off as innocent, "Yes?" he questions, rubbing your thigh as he gazes into your trembling orbs.
You frowned slightly at his response, narrowing your eyes at him. "Stop teasing me... please?" you pleaded, eyes watering from the lack of stimulation, glossed over and murky with lust. He hums, feigning a moment of consideration, as if truly weighing out the pros and the cons of each decision.
He feels your patience thinning with each passing moment, taking his sweet time delaying your release. Your floppy ears droop with each second that passes, you couldn't even rub your thighs together to at least alleviate some of your agony!
"Y, You..! if you're just gonna tease me then don't even offer your help!" you sulked, "Just lemme go, I can get through this m—s, stop! don't do that!" you tugged at his hair, attempting to pry him away from your core. Dan heng suckles on your sex, tracing it with his tongue. His hands keep you steady and unmoving as he swallows up all the juices leaking from your sex.
Your thighs clamp around his head, pushing his face into your most heated area. Your jaw falls slack, head lolling against the wall as he devours you. Obscene sounds resound in Dan heng's room; high pitched whines and moans fall from your lips, nearly sobbing from the pleasure. "Yo, Your tongue! ish sho long..! ngh! s, so deep" you garbled out between moans, drool leaking slightly from the corners of your mouth.
Dan heng lapped everything up greedily, plunging his tongue into your tight heat with vigor. Your fingers tugged on soft raven locks, only egging him on as you tugged on his hair. With each lick, each suck and drop of your fluids, Dan heng could feel his restraint growing weaker, barely even able to think about anything other than you. Your fluids satiated an appetite he only had for you, desire he only experienced for you and no one else.
"You like this huh?" he mumbled into you, smiling as he did so. He pressed the tip of his tongue against your most sensitive spots, thrusting right into them; every attempt to squirm away from his assault on your senses was all for naught, his grip around your thighs and waist made it impossible to get away from him. You surrendered to the pleasure, orgasming repeatedly on his face for what felt like hours.
"More, give me more of you" he growled into your sex, eyes clouded with desire—the desire to hear you cry out for more, the desire to mark every inch of your body, the desire to become one with you, the desire to claim every bit of you, heart, body and mind; he wanted you to be just as driven as him, to be just as insatiable for him just as he is for you. Your scent drove him delirious, the entire room smelled of you, everything smelled like you.
You came for the fifth time, pulling on his hair as you cried due to overstimulation. Your body trembled and convulsed from sensitivity, and yet slick continued to pour from your core. Dan heng licked up all of your fluids, licking his lips as he repositioned you—he sits down on the chair with you on his lap, your side resting against his chest.
"Do you want more?" he whispered gently, stroking one of your ears lovingly and pressing a kiss to your temple. You lean against his chest, enjoying his pets, rubbing your thighs together slightly. "Y, Yes, can we..?" you questioned hesitantly, still a bit hazed from your previous orgasms. He chuckled, nuzzling against your head, "Of course we can" he smiles, his hand sneaking between your thighs.
He caresses your entrance slowly, tracing around it and collecting some of your slick before slowly plunging one of his fingers into your dripping entrance—he wanted to taste you more, he really did, but he wanted to see your face this time. His other had crept down your back, gently encompassing your fluffy little tail. The way he looks at you is almost teasing as he caresses it, immersing himself in the cute noises you'd make as he toyed with you.
"What a lovely tail~, so soft..." he whispered, adding two more fingers. He angled them, knowing where to prod in order to coax out the cutest noises from you. You cuddled into him, scrunching up his shirt as you whimpered out his name—your tail was sensitive, much more during your heat.
He drags and prods and thrusts his fingers into you, each movement random yet smooth, as if practiced many times. He kisses you, whispering a sweet "I love you" into your hair, before going back to bringing you closer to your orgasm.
it's 12am rn, i'm supposed to be reading through material for the beginning of the sem but here i am. through sickness and in health, i will probably be stuck doing this for quite a while won't i? hospital visits get tiring, the staff know me for reasons other than job shadowing, and that is being one of their inpatients every couple months. i should probably play hsr
Can you do Joseph,Aesop and Wu Chang with a male s/o who is a demon like Nezuko
male s/o used to be a lab experiment and he likes wearing kimono
Bound By The Red Spider Lilies Joseph, Aesop and Wu Chang x Male! Reader
although this is a male reader request, i don't actually use gender specific pronouns while writing, i use the personal pronoun "you" mostly
Genre: Fluff
You were a new hunter that arrived a few days prior, someone of Japanese descent like Miss Michiko. They were only told one sentence about you: "That muzzle keeps all the residents of the manor safe, it's in your best interest to keep that in mind". Throughout your stay, you piqued the interest of a certain hunter/survivor, luring them in with your charm—although, should it not be the flower that is picked and held captive?
𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒
"Il est beau" Joseph muttered under his breath, onyx eyes gleaming under the old fashioned chandelier of the manor's living room. He could only admire you for so long until you noticed, your head snapping in his direction, tilting towards your left inquisitively.
Joseph coughed into his gloved hand, an elegant and practiced smile gracing his face, sheepishness barely visible to those that didn't know him—had he been alive, he would've been blushing. "What book are you reading amour?" he questioned, not wanting to explain why he was once again caught watching you like a moron. You shook your head, eyes smiling as you showed him the front cover of the book. Joseph sat down beside you, leaning over slightly to trace the engraved title. 'The book appears to be of Japanese origin', he guessed, unfamiliar with the letters used.
"Would it trouble you if I asked of you to read this book to me?" he inquired in a hushed tone, peering into their unnaturally coloured irises. It was a lighthearted request, one he had been withholding for a while; He knew that if he were to ask, you would not hesitate to indulge him, he know that only he had the privilege to hear your voice, to see your smile, to hear you laugh. Your voice was a treasure to him, one that meant you trusted him.
Your broad shoulders shook with a silent chuckle, nodding at the French aristocrat. You stood from your seat on the couch, holding out a hand for the photographer to hold. You departed, walking side-by-side towards his room. He traced patterns into your warm skin; Had he not known you were a demon, he would've taken you for a human, but he supposes it was unnatural for him, a dead man, to possess a heart that beats once more.
he gifts you kimonos of high quality, as well as a few traditional japanese treats (he asked miss Geisha)
hums lullabies to you on nights where any sound a level higher than average incites anxiety and fear within you—like he used to do so with claude back then
often takes pictures of you, ones that appreciate every little bit of you: the parts you like and don't like are all of the highest form of beauty in his eyes
aids you in maintaining and caring for yourself: if you have long hair, he combs through it every day at least three times. he also takes care of your nails—they grow rapidly, so he has to trim them pretty often so you don't injure yourself
he enjoys watching you perform tea ceremonies when you both have afternoon tea together—on occasions when it's cloudy and dark outside
he's asked Geisha about japanese etiquette on numerous occasions as to not disrespect you
he prides on the fact that only he has heard your voice within the manor
𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋
Aesop was a social recluse, he had just so happened to encounter you in the main hall of the manor during one of the rare occasions of his person leaving the comfort of his room. He had never expected a hunter—let alone someone as beautiful as you—to send one of the kindest "smiles" in his direction; He felt as if the kindness conveyed through your eyes alone brought a touch of colour to the monochrome life he had lived through until that very moment.
Months later, he had received the highest privilege he could have ever wished for: calling you his beloved. You, who was already one with what could be called "eternal rest", the you who claimed to be deceased and yet showed more life than those of which who still had blood pumping through their very veins.
Before meeting you, he could only see beauty in the act of dying. He finds you, the love of his life, to be the one thing in his life that remains untouched by outside principles he's been taught.
He ponders deeply as you grace him with a smile, one not hidden away behind a piece of bamboo. 'Was this the love my mother talked about?', the question remained unanswered, and yet despite that, he could say with confidence that he loves you. But, would he really remain by your side until the end of time? he's only a mortal after all.
he tends to spend his time outside more often because of you—away from prying eyes at the very least, during the night
he adores the way you look at him, how could you look at him with such fondness—such care—such a doting gaze on the likes of him?
he doesn't know how to comfort people, but he tries for you; he combs through your hair gently, letting you lay on his chest
aesop tends to sleep at the same time as you, if you stay up, he can too, if you sleep early, he sleeps early too
he sometimes traces over the lovely patterns left on your skin that were caused by the experiment, always tells you about how beautiful you are with them too
he adores your voice, considers it a blessing to hear you speak
for some reason, you are drawn to warmth. so he becomes used to physical touch, the reason being one, wanting to be closer to you and two, because you are akin to a reptile and he is your 'heating pad'
avoids bringing up the topic of death with you, he knows you think of it as unpleasant, so why would he go out of his way to displease you?
𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔
Upon meeting you, they never could have anticipated that you were such... a bright soul. Had you never had told them, they never would've thought that you weren't a mortal. You seemed more human than most of them, the only indicators of you being of a different species were your eyes—such a colour could never belong to a human—and your souvenirs from the scientists that performed experiments on you.
You were an incredibly gentle soul, cowering upon meeting them initially. Wujiu quickly learned that speaking softly with you was a must if he wished to befriend you. They learned that being patient with you was the key to getting close to one of the most sincere individuals in their lifetime.
Bi'an and Wujiu were enamoured by you, there was only such a small amount of individuals capable of conversing or even interacting with them since they normally kept to themselves. You had wormed yourself into their lives, seeking solace within the small world of the umbrella the two souls choose to reside in.
With you, their closed off world gained unimaginable amounts of colour that completely erased any trace of mundanity from their daily cycle of life. Change isn't a welcome occurrence for some individuals, but they couldn't help but be eternally thankful for your arrival in their lives.
wujiu makes his voice softer and more quiet with you
bi'an often dotes on you with physical touch (he knows it comforts you if it's done by people you're close to)
most of the time they have outside of matches is spent with you
if your hair is long, they both enjoy caring for your hair—using up so many hours on just pampering you in general
they both tend to worry about the state of your teeth—does it not hurt to bite on the bamboo for so long?
when taking strolls outside and it's not completely dark, their umbrella comes in handy! they shield you from any light that could possibly hit you—even if you say it's not "fatal", it still hurts you do just accept their treatment
you three have matching kimonos, matching in pattern but each in your own colpur palettes
A/N: we got a four day break ^^, ofc, i still have tasks to accomplish but at least we don't have any class
FUCKKK IM SWAMPED, I FUCKING HATE HOSPITALS AAAAAAAAAA
I CANT EVEN FINISH THE REQUESTS IM WRITING BC GUESS WHAT, I HAVE TESTS THAT ARE LONGER THAN MY WORD COUNTS, AND IT'S NOT A LOT, BUT IT KIND OF FUCKING IS WHEN THEY'RE ALL SITUATIONAL ESSAYS ABT WTF TO DO
FUCKKK IM SWAMPED, I FUCKING HATE HOSPITALS AAAAAAAAAA
I CANT EVEN FINISH THE REQUESTS IM WRITING BC GUESS WHAT, I HAVE TESTS THAT ARE LONGER THAN MY WORD COUNTS, AND IT'S NOT A LOT, BUT IT KIND OF FUCKING IS WHEN THEY'RE ALL SITUATIONAL ESSAYS ABT WTF TO DO
Hi it’s been a while but I was wondering if you would continue the s/o with an inappropriate skin but maybe for Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli and Alva this time?
Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli, Alva, and Ithaqua's S/O with an inappropriate costume
Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW
𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔
Bi'an is first to see you in your lovely little outfit. Now, don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores every part of you—every, but he doesn't like it when such a beautiful sight like you attracts unwanted attention. He could feel himself fuming as he witnessed Norton ogling you, whistling and even closing the distance between you two to tease you. Bi'an smiled with delight when you pushed the prospector away with a scoff, shoving him away with the handle of your whip.
The white guard talked to his counterpart, smiling benignly once they came to an sound decision. With a wave of the tall hunter's hand, they surrender the match—it's just a quick round, nothing serious.
"Please safely transport me and survivor (Name) to the same location" he requested, adjusting his grip on the umbrella as the survivors received the notice. The background fades to black before light returns, the scenery changing to the familiar interior of his bedroom.
You appear to be confused initially but Bi'an doesn't allow you to register anything before pulling you into the shared space within the umbrella. You're met face first with Wujiu's broad chest as Bi'an and Wujiu smother you between their chests, holding you captive.
they discarded of the whip, finding the sight of it unpleasant
wu is very handsy, so is bi'an; bi'an's touch is so light that it leaves you antsy, but wu makes up for it because his hands never leave you
wu's hands wander a lot—be it out of curiosity or smth else
they're both very possessive of you, but wu is alright with them staring, bi'an on the other hand wants to keep those images of you between him and fan
wujiu is intrigued by the assortment of textures on your clothing, tracing the little details with his finger
bi'an just knows it's miss nightingale's doing because she handles everything related to their clothing
they much prefer seeing you in proper clothing, but they tell you you look beautiful regardless
if you squirm too much, they feel more inclined to tease you until you actually say something
they question you about the heels, they found out that they hurt so they threw them away too :)
You're pushed up against Wujiu, trembling with desire as the two men bury their noses into your neck. "What was that sweet thing? speak up so we can hear you" Fan whispers with a grin, his thumbs rubbing dangerously close to the heated area between your inner thighs. Bi'an smiles, trailing kisses from your neck and up to your lips.
𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎
He was surprised by your appearance and baffled to witness such behavior from you. His S/O, the one he knows and treasures, wouldn't be such a flirt, he couldn't even imagine you wearing something a common whore would display herself in at a bar!
"Amore," Antonio calls out, approaching you from behind. His hands wrap around your waist and he kneels so his head is close to your own. "Why did you storm off? Have I upset my beloved?" he spoke, his voice soft, abandoning his role as hunter in the match to console his darling.
He pays no mind to the two survivors he captured being rescued, waving them away. "Get off of m, me, w, we're in public you fool..!" you squirm as he kisses your neck, nuzzling against you. A tendril-like lock of his hair sneaks around your hand, chucking away the whip that put you under it's wretched influence.
You melted completely into his touch, smiling contentedly. "Feeling better?" he questioned in a soft manner, pressing a kiss onto your forehead once you nodded. With a wave of his hand, he surrenders the match, reappearing in your shared bedroom once the survivors were notified.
antonio treats you like royalty most of the time; the sole ruler of his heart and mind
he knows you like the back of his hand
the moment he laid his eyes on you, he could sense that something was off
it's not the first time miss nightingale has done something like this
"does miss nightingale bear a grudge against me?"
he doesn't mind if you dress like that but he knows you wouldn't like to be seen wearing that
tends to touch you more with his hands in private, he does so in public as well but discreetly—well, unless you plead for him to touch you
he frowned at the sight of the whip initially
carried you around until you took the heels off
thinks you look ravishing but he won't touch you until you're away from prying eyes
"Tesoro..~" Antonio whispered into your ears, hands warm against your bare waist. His locks traced patterns up and down your body, smiling against your neck as you shivered in his lap. "You smell amazing, delectable even," he praised, peppering kisses all over your neck. "Enough for me to want to eat you" he chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you seemed to keen for more with your body.
𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊
"Brooke, can you look for them?" Eli requested, typing away at his cipher machine by memory when his owl takes off in search of you. He ponders upon something the manor's tailor mentioned to him before the match, something about a pleasant surprise?. He could only shrug upon hearing the information, not thinking much of it initially.
Brooke flies around before zeroing into a figure wearing a... revealing clothing? 'Is that them?' Eli blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up at the sight of you.
"B, Brooke, show me their location" Eli stammers, vaulting over the open window of the factory to get a speedbost, rushing over to your location. He could feel cold sweat dripping down his face as he chanted 'Don't hit the hunter please' like a mantra.
He scoops you up into his arms just before your whip made contact with the Ripper's face—he gets that the Ripper made some rather interesting comments but you didn't have to do it in a match of all places. He stared at you with a bewildered gaze, as you went on to hit him lightly with the whip, talking about how "foolish he was for taking you away from someone that needed disciplining".
he only found out that your behaviour was caused by the accessory bc it fell out of your hands on the way to the exit gate
he teased you about it a bit, only continuing bc your flushed cheeks were adorable !
he didn't even know his lover could be speak like that, you're normally so sweet, who knew you could be so cocky and bossy
he would praise you just to see how you'd react—he wonders how you'd react to more.. inappropriate compliments
he rushed over partly bc he wanted to avoid the outcome of you getting reprimanded for harming a hunter, but mainly because he wanted to cover you up and steal you away before anyone else could lay their eyes on you
his hands yearn to roam over the expanse of your skin but he's far too shy for that
his desire only ever flared up after meeting you, how bad do you think it is?
"So pretty" he praised, words slurred as if drunk, and though he's unable to see, all his other senses work perfectly fine, working well enough to drive him near the brink of insanity with just your scent. His hands itch to tear the fishnets right off—the very thing keeping him from what was between your legs.
𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙
Alva has encountered quite a lot of things in his life, pursuing the art of Science could only mean endless ideas and concepts after all. He admits that your current behaviour could serve as an object of interest. He could only label it as one thing: out of character.
The way you trailed your hands up and down his upper body, shameless. The way you swayed your hips in an inviting and teasing manner, shameless. The way you pinned him down to the rocket chair, completely and utterly shameless.
But that all melted away once he took that cute little whip away. In the confines of his bedroom, he witnessed first-hand the way horror crept up your face, the way you spluttered and attempted to scramble off of his lap, oh how adorable and amusing you were.
He couldn't help but trap you between his arms and the bedframe, watching you tremble like a frightened little bunny. "What's wrong hm? you were so bold earlier, teasing me in front of all those survivors, don't you think I deserve a bit of revenge for all the humiliation?" he teased, his vacant hand ghosting over your sensitive chest.
now, don't get alva wrong, he enjoyed every bit of it, it's just so fun to see you shake before him—not with fear of course
the way you flaunted your body made his blood boil with annoyance, none of these people deserved to see your beauty
your behaviour is a perfect excuse for him to do whatever he pleases—anything to see your cute self whining and whimpering
those heels are quick to come off—he doesn't want your feet hurting
he could criticise the design of the clothing for hours actually—it is not good for cold weather
he wonders about how quickly he can turn you into a mess without doing anything
he wants to see if he can get you to wear frilly lace clothing
"don't shy away now, i only do this because i absolutely adore you"
"Don't pout, I won't tease much anymore" he smiled, pulling you into his chest. But of course, he doesn't mean that, entirely at least. His hand finds its way between your legs once more, and he could only coo as you writhed and whimpered against him, whispering sweet praises into your ears.
𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀
Ithaqua scooped up a bit of snow into his gloved hands before flinging it in a random direction. He was too tired to chase after any survivors today, he was only participating in this match because another hunter pulled out for some mysterious reason that he didn't bother to find out.
He leaned on his ice pick, bored out of his mind, until you called out to him. "I, Itha" you cried out softly, sniffling as you peeked from behind the pallet; Ithaqua raised an eyebrow behind his mask, why did you sound so bothered? he wondered. "Yes? what's wrong?" he responded, his interest piqued.
"C, Cold" you shivered, beckoning him over. He rolled his eyes, walking over to you and into the building. "Alright alright, come h, here?" he spoke, stammering upon seeing your whole body. The straps wrapped around your thighs so snuggly, and the entire outfit just seemed to make you even more alluring than you already were.
"Itha, don't stare..!" you squeaked, covering your body with your shaking hands. The hunter snaps out of his stupor, hastily pulling you into his coat before surrendering; However, in his bedroom, he decides to take it a step further in warming you up.
he likes the way you press against him for warmth
ithaqua loves skin-to-skin contact, cuddles are best when he can feel your warmth on his icy skin
he immediately wraps himself around you and keeps you in his arms
his hands can't help but wander really, have you seen the way the plush of your thighs practically beckons his hands over for a squeeze?
his hands rub up and down, excusing it as a way to warm you up—no matter how close they were to your sensitive parts
he's touchy and possessive, but only with you
he wants to mark his territory, he grits his teeth whenever he thinks about the chance of others seeing you so vulnerable
"Are you warm now?" he husked out, caressing your inner thigh. You bite back whines as he rubs over your heated chest, unable to answer as he made it harder to speak coherently. "P, Please Itha! m, more" you cry out, breaking under his relentless teasing.
