Could please do light yagami x reader where light has to kill the reader because he is afraid that he will loose his death note (reference to sayu kidnapping scene)
" shh shh its ok y/n " His voice franic only matching his eyes as they darted around the screen " just —just breathe for me "
you following his commands looking around the foreign room " thats it thats it in and out “ he swallowed while looking at you through the camera “ you know I’d never hurt you “
The loud silence overpowering as you hung on every one of his words “ well willingly “ he let out cooing you softly as you cried.
Right now through the camera all he could see was your body being held captive inside a box. Someone had taken you ? Maybe L ?
He didn’t know but when he picked up the FaceTime call to see you crying and begging for him to come save you well… that only set him aflame knowing he only had one thing he could use to save himself and now it was being used against him.
Who cared about you when he may go down too ? You were the one stupid enough to get caught
“ y/n baby you know I love you right “
You nodded your head trying to pinpoint where his voice was suddenly coming from. For some reason it was pouring out from all around the room did they have speakers set up in here ? And holy hell how many cameras are there?
“ y/n ~ “ he sung softly trying to get you to answer him “ I won’t save you if I don’t know if you’re still on my side or not in this war against humanity “
“ I— am I — light I do —I love you — I’ll always stand beside you “
“ yeah ? “ he smiled “ that’s really nice — really really nice because I need you to do something for me my love “
“ anythin— “
“ I need you to give up “ your heart stopped at his words what did he mean give up “ I need you to give me permission to continue on without you “
Huh ? He wanted to leave you ? He wanted to leave you behind ? You laughed a little at these words he had to be lying as much as you’d done together in a fit to save the world from assholes he wanted you to just die like this ?
“ light — “ you spoke softly making him turn up the volume “ you ? You want me to give up on all the work we’ve done so far “
He let out a small ‘ mhmm ‘ and moved to sit back in his chair as he spun himself around “ don’t make it sound like I’m making you“ he shook his head a small tsk leaving his lips “ no no no — I’m asking you to see how your death could be more beneficial to our success then if you were to live “
Your head was pounding trying to understand him but, you knew in due time he would make you understand if it was one thing about light yagami it was that his words were beyond the power of knowledge “ I see you fail to understand yet again another one of my beautiful power plays y/n “
“ I do please— enlighten me to how me dying can help society if I’m not a bad person like we usually kill— “ you shook your head in misunderstanding “ is that not ? “ you swallowed “ is that not the exact opposite of your goal ?to kill the sinners and leave the good “
“ hmm “ he stopped spinning to think “ I quite think the opposite you see “ he moved to stand from his chair as he kept the phone placed in his hand to where he could watch your movements. He knew whoever was behind this was probably just as confused as you. This only made him smirk more.
Intelligence really is a weapon when given to the wrong person
“ y/n from the beginning you’ve been nothing but devoted to my cause— since the day I showed you— brought you the savior to our creation you’ve been nothing but enraptured by it “
Your body shook at his words well yeah … it was something that fascinated you… well In the beginning you did find a problem with it seeing a random black looking monster hovering in the corner of his room randomly can do that to a person.
But was that so wrong ? To feel fascinated with his cause and reasoning “ you’ve done more damage then I have honestly “ he scoffed “ you’ve decided who to kill— you’ve decided how to kill — you’ve decided when to use the book “
He laughed “ if anything I’d say the person behind this kidnapping Is only doing the right thing in obtaining who they need to stop this ‘ kira’ person “
“ light wha— “
“ tell me y/n did you not play a major part in the destruction of our hierarchy? “ he shook his head “ the cause of our demise as a society y/n “
He spoke softly letting the next words sink in “ is you “
The silence speaking volumes as you swallowed “ but — I ? “ your eyebrows furrowing “ so I should “
“ so in the end — in the end with your fight to destroy the selfless image these disgusting devils are trying to paint about me — the love of your life — you should show them how wrong they are “ his grip tightening on his phone
“ show them how Kira is not a monster — show them how smart Kira is y/n — show them how Kira’s not to be messed with “
“ so — I— this whole time “ your heart pounded “ I’ve been Kira “
“ yes “ he spoke softly “ I— I’ll be honest y/n it was times when I was scared of your alter ego— it became so big it was often times I wanted to apologize to Kira because I felt like I wasn’t doing enough in aid to society’s demise “
“ I— light you were always doing enough “ you cried “ I’m so sorry — I’m so sorry I made you feel this way I — “
“ it’s ok shh— shhh “ he calmed you over the phone watching as your tears caused your body to roll around the small cage in fear of yourself “ yknow what they want y/n “
“ I think I’m beginning to understand ? “
“ they want to end Kira “ he swallowed “ they want the power you harbor to not only end but for them to take it — they want to use it to not only hurt the bad guys— the villians but to hurt the good people too “
He shook his head as if you could see him “ but you don’t want that right — Kira doesn’t want that y/n ? You want the good to survive to live long you want the wrong to die with Kira right ? “
“ yes — yes I do - I can’t imagine what I would do if my book were to fall into the wrong hands light “
“ then the only way — the best way to do that would be to do what y/n “
“ to give up “ you said quietly “ to let Kira die as being a savior to others to let Kira die without the power falling into the wrong hands and not only taking myself and my power out of this world but innocent families — kids —- women along with me “
"Among the thousands I've met, you are the only one my heart resonates with."
luca kaneshiro edition.
when with you, he forgets who he has to be. he wished he knew this sooner.
a/n: this one got a bit too philosophical and admittedly more prose than story here o.0 so sorry about that! >.<
reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.
vox akuma edition (tba). mysta rias edition. ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).
romanticized as it is the mafia life, it's nothing short but a crime syndicate meant to obtain money through illegal means. bounties, gambling, drug transport and the like
it's luca kaneshiro's life
the bright and happy-go-lucky lion king with a life color darker than the color when he closed his eyes
with the multiple meetings with drug lords, people demanding assassinations and handling a huge casino in one of the biggest cities in the world, it's a miracle how luca has yet to lose it.
his sanity. his smile, that is.
because he's not allowed to be himself in this dark life. he's not allowed to crack a smile if it isn't a joke about some stupid client, he's not allowed to laugh if his victim isn't dead, he's not allowed to talk freely if the topic isn't about anything consisting the mafia
luca kaneshiro had to use a mask, almost every single day. but he was used to it, as he was raised to take care of such a crime syndicate since a young age
when the clock strikes 6 in the evening, for once his schedule empty, luca takes a huge sigh of relief and takes his coat off the chair's backrest.
he shrugs it on, gesturing to his staff present in the room, "what is my next schedule for tonight?"
"we have a few clients waiting in the casino tonight, sir. 11 pm. before that, you have some free time," the secretary reads from her clipboard in hand, scribbling down a couple notes quickly. luca hums and dismisses her, leaving his office.
on his way out, men and women of both high and low statuses greet him with respect. they ceased whatever activity they were doing, ranging from practicing gun shootings, discussing plans to infiltrate enemy grounds or plain chatter.
perhaps this was the part of the mafia life that was so appealing to the common folk. the respect, the riches, the army at the back of your hand ready to head in and kill at your will.
luca merely sighs at the simple thought, remembering that all the greatest things in the world came with a heavy price.
he was in the constant line of danger, death awaiting if he so much as takes the slightest wrong step. anger the wrong people and he might endanger innocent lives.
luca had everything, but could also lose everything in a blink of an eye.
when the mafia boss finally made it to the basement, he pulled out his car keys and hopped in with a frankly muddy mind from the day. luca drove out, speeding through the streets, uncaring if it was busy because working hours were ending
he just... needed to get out of here. this city life. his life.
but even then, people recognized him. people knew of his (falsely interpreted) murderous tendencies. people knew what kind of people he dealt with.
and because of that, people like to think luca kaneshiro is jagged on the edges, rough and aggressive if you tip him off.
so, when he merely decided to get a quick meal at a mcdonald's, just about everyone ran out of the restaurant.
luca sighs, walking towards the ordering counter to the seemingly scared for his life employee. he stutters, "wh-what can i get you, s-sir?"
"just a big mac, fries, and a soda, please," luca answers quietly, fishing out his pocket to give appropriate money. er, more like overly sufficient money for a burger and soda...
but the only thing that mattered to the employee was he get his order right and out, much, much rather than have only the most infamous mafia boss in the city point a gun to his head.
"s-sure," the poor thing struggles with the cash register he could be peeing blood.
so what luca does is push the money over to him and offers him a smile, "the change is your tip, okay?"
all 500 dollars of it.
if he wasn't a mafia boss, the employee would've smiled and jumped for joy. but he was one, so the man instantly thought he owed luca his life or something over his 500 dollar tip. that luca would be waiting for him one day to give over his entire fortune.
but he couldn't speak against him. so he just nodded and luca moved to the pick-up section.
his meal is given in a matter of literal seconds and though he knew they just took someone else's order that was also a big mac, all luca could do was take it and leave.
he wasn't even accepted in a public fast food chain. how could he with the rest of the world?
luca supposes this is just the way his life was meant to be.
heavy footsteps brought him to a lone bench in the park, far away from the eye of the public for their sake. there was no way he was going to be the reason people couldn't enjoy their evening.
so he sat, took out his dinner, and ate in silence as birds lightly chirped in the background. alone, yet again.
"excuse me."
luca's ears perk up at the foreign sound and he looks to his side and sees a beautiful figure, basked in what little light the day had left to offer. they smiled at him, holding a book to their chest and a bag slung over their body.
idiotically, the mafia boss looks side to side then back at you, pointing at himself, "m-me?"
the stranger nods, laughing, "yes, you. who else? can i sit next to you?"
what was this? was this an enemy in disguise? were they hiding some sort of recorder in their bag? were they trying to plant strong evidence on him?
but they packed too light to have all those things, the clothes were too simple to be hiding anything of significance. and luca has seen his fair share of disguising spies and decoys, so according to his instincts, perhaps the stranger wouldn't be a threat. for now.
"yeah sure, go ahead," luca scoots on over, letting them take a seat at the bench. "so, what brought you here?"
"i come here all the time to get a bit of time to myself. to be alone for a while," they respond, resting their book onto their lap as they settled their bag by the wooden backrest. "and you? just having dinner in the sunset?"
luca chuckles, "yep. it's nice out here, and to clear my head."
"long day?" the person next to him asks, displaying another smile that seemed to heal the very reason why luca even decided to come out here. it's been a long life, he wondered.
he nods, avoiding to elaborate by stuffing his mouth with his burger again.
"tomorrow will be better. it always will," they add, folding open their book.
maybe, luca thought. "how do you know it always will?"
they laugh, tracing their finger over the blocks of text. "it just is. i mean, it's better than thinking tomorrow will get worse, right? even if you know that tomorrow might seem just as long as today, there's no telling it will be a bad one."
the mafia boss pauses his eating and turns to the stranger next to him. their face is so peaceful, calm, like they truly had nothing to worry about. like tomorrow is going to be better. and perhaps it will for them, and maybe for luca too.
"what's your name?" he asks.
"y/n," you smile. "you?"
he hesitated, afraid he might scare you off but then he settles, "just call me luca."
perhaps it was because he had yet to mention his surname that you didn't even flinch.
"luca. luca means 'bringer of hope' or 'bringer of light'," you close your book again and reared yourself towards luca. "i know you probably had a really tiring day. but i can tell you're a very kind and cheerful person. usually, people like them can't handle sadness as much. no offense."
"none taken," he chuckles, wrapping his food tight completely, intrigued by you. mysterious, insightful, so understanding and just... beautiful in a way he couldn't say to other people. "but thanks. that means a lot for someone in my place."
"i'm glad i could make your day just a little bit better, luca," you giggle.
"no, you made it a whole lot better," he grins, digging into his paper bag then offering you his box of still fresh fries. "want some? a snack while you read."
you eye the treats and graciously took one, then popping it into your mouth with a red-cheeked beam. "payment for my philosophy?"
"if you want payment for making my day better, it's gonna take more than some fries, y/n."
and that was how you and luca kaneshiro, the deadly mafia boss whose identity you've yet to realize, met and eventually fell in love.
mornings before you left for work, the silly little blond would show up with some kind of thoughtful gift. something as simple as flowers, snacks, a new book or a drink from your favorite cafe.
random afternoons on your break, luca would visit you with food. it would either be homemade or bought only from the most expensive restaurants in the city. you always wondered what job he had if he kept visiting you in the middle of the day, not that you were complaining of course.
and on nights when you got back from work, the mafia boss would surprise you with his rolls royce and take you home. or if he felt more adventurous, he would drive you around the city and take you somewhere to eat.
every time you asked him why he was doing all this, he would merely grin his goofy smile and merely say, "payment for making my days better."
but despite all this, telling you about his days, his friends, his family... he never mentioned a single syllable about his real job.
he never told you his surname out of fear.
out of fear that his one chance of not being alone will slip away from him. out of fear he would never see you again and rot in the dark life of his mafia job.
luca would have to tell you soon. he knew that. but for now, he wants to let himself enjoy your company just a bit more before that happens.
it was a quiet night on the road that time. no cars around, no other pedestrians. just luca kaneshiro and you, fast food in your laps and rambling about your terrible week.
it was in this quiet night that you blurted it out to the silly blond, lips still coated lightly with sweet ice cream. "i love you, luca."
his world instantly stopped.
you? the sweetest person on the earth loved someone like him? oh right, he hasn't told you yet...
"luca?"
"hm?" it's only then did he realize he had been holding his breath and lips sealed shut, no signs of a response which may have worried you. he turns to you with a nervous smile, gesturing towards you. "you were saying?"
"i said i love you," you muse, throwing a fry his way.
"o-oh, right," he stammered involuntarily, looking back towards the road as though you hadn't already said that twice. god, you loved him. him. the one person in the world he didn't deserve love after he killed so many, stolen from so many, ruined so many.
you tap his shoulder, "are you going to respond to that?"
"uh..."
he's so afraid you'll run from him. it hurts even more now to see you go, right after you confessed. even if you didn't run, the mafia would be compromised if he isn't careful. if you're not kept out of reach of his crimes.
"mr. kaneshiro, i'm going to need an answer from you."
luca froze and glanced at you.
you merely laugh, "i knew from the start. but i was never afraid of you. sure, i've heard what you've done but when i saw you on that bench, eating alone and looking off into the sunset, you looked just as human as everyone else, luca."
"i-it's not just about me, y/n," he sighs, rubbing his temples. "the danger i could put you through. the mafia demands for my life and i will never let it demand for yours, even though i want to say i love you too. it's just... i can't let you get hurt because of me."
"pull over."
luca pauses and gives you a look, but you didn't stammer a word as you put your hand over his. he does as you tell him and then you're suddenly pulling his face towards yours, a proximity closer than you two have ever been in.
"if i was afraid of the consequences the moment i started talking to you, i wouldn't have sat next to you that day," your finger brushes away the strands that covers the mafia boss' face ever so gently. "luca, i knew what i got myself into. but i'm willing to face it all with you if i get to love you."
"i don't deserve you," he whimpers, leaning against your forehead as though he was looking for some kind of stability. perhaps he was, with his shaking fears of losing you. "i don't want to see you hurt."
"i'll be okay. even if i did, i wouldn't mind getting hurt loving you," you smile. "but let's not talk about what hasn't happened hm? we're here right now, and we're fine."
you're right. you always were since he met you.
"i... i love you too," luca finally responds, cupping your soft cheeks. "god, i really, really wanted to say that."
a giggle falls from your lips, one of his favorite sounds in the world as you went to peck his nose. "me too."
then, the window behind you shatters.
luca's eyes widen in panic, cradling your head into his chest as he craned his own to look through the ruined car window. through what little he could see, luca notices someone on top of a building in dark clothes aiming a sniper at the car.
assassin.
"y/n, y/n, are you okay?" he asks you frantically, touching your face then looking towards your body for injuries. but then he sees the red bleeding through your clothes, spreading out even more with just how much you're hurting.
luca's voice is stuck in his throat, far too sunken deep in shock to rationalize what to do.
really? at a time like this?
at a time where he could finally be with someone in this world, robbed in just a second like that. how could they do this to him? to you no less?
"luca."
you call to him, breaking his shocked state apart as he finally came to his senses again. "fuck. y/n, just hold on. i'll get you to a hospital--just, please hold on..."
"you can't... the police will find you."
"i don't care, you have to be taken care of. you're gonna die if i don't--"
then his phone rings. luca planned to ignore it with you being his priority, but you're the one who fishes it out of his pocket and show the screen to him, "it's from your vice leader."
"i don't care, he doesn't matter right now. come on, let me--"
"hello?" you croak out, taking the phone call.
expecting it to be some trivial matter that was way below your urgency, luca's right hand man screams, "hello? boss, we need you back here! the mafia's been compromised. we're being ambushed by the enemy!"
"go," you order, tapping his arm. "they need you."
"y/n, no. how could you? your life is in danger! i have to get you--"
you shake your head as you beg, "i'm only one life. but the mafia is more than one, and all the innocents surrounding the area. please, luca, you're the only who can stop this..."
but before luca could protest anymore, you suddenly collapse against him, the life within you disappearing with every single second passing.
"y/n, please..." the mafia boss sobs, hugging you to him tightly.
but you're quiet, breathing as soft as the sound of your beating heart. "you keep saying how i make your days better. but i never got to say you made my entire life so much more beautiful. and i want to thank you for that, luca. save everyone else. it was so nice loving you, even for a small amount of time."
then, you lay your head onto his shoulder. silent, no longer breathing, gone.
and luca?
alone.
as he reaches the mafia's hideout, he realizes just how bad everything is. how nothing has been prepared, even though luca swore he had a backup plan if anything happened.
or... did he?
his vice leader jogs over to him, frantically asking for help and a plan to help save what was left. but still overwhelmed by your death, luca's head is empty, his heart somewhere else.
in your hands, taken with you to somewhere he couldn't follow.
"you've changed, boss," the vice admits, looking at luca dead-eyed. "ever since you found a lover, all you do is prioritize them. you forgot about us, the mafia. it's like you don't care about us anymore. isn't it part of the mafia's code? to never comprise it?"
"i..."
so it was his fault. it was his fault to let his guard down like this. he met you and lost control of everything. the one thing he needed in his life was the very mistake that caused this.
bang.
luca blinks and in a moment's notice, his vice is down too. before he could react either, someone kicks him from behind, hitting his head and falling on the same ground of his vice.
his vision is blurry, mind and body lost in a different dimension by what's happened today. all he could manage to see are the many footsteps surrounding him and the screams for victory.
"kill him," someone says then luca hears the click of a gun. "thank you, y/n. you managed to weaken him after all."
then something broke inside of luca kaneshiro as he braved himself to crack his eyes open for only a little bit more. then he sees you, alive and well.
"y/n?" he croaks out. "what...?"
"sorry, luca," is all you manage, offering him a faux smile as you point the gun at him. "thanks for everything anyway."
Reblogging, because this is so important. When I was learning how to cook for myself in my tweens, I had at least a five years of fire safety seminars from school drilling this into my head, and I STILL had that instinctive put-the-fire-out-with-water reflex. Didn’t even think. I saw our oily burner catch fire after frying eggs, whipped around towards the sink for water, and my brain immediately screamed NO!!! NO WATER! I mean that fire safety stuff straight up bitchslapped me out of REFLEXIVELY setting my house on fire. I found a pot lid and inched it over the burner before turning off the heat. Even if you think you know this stuff, panic is powerful shit. Make knowledge more powerful.
"Among the thousands I've met, you are the only one my heart resonates with."
mysta rias edition.
he was ready to give you up. but you give him one last spark of hope.
a/n: this is for the long promised series i announced a thousand years ago because i’ve recently hit 1K, but now i’m 500 followers late since i hit that mark so—anyway, here’s a little comeback gift after disappearing for so long!
reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.
vox akuma edition (tba). luca kaneshiro edition (tba). ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).
it was all but a rush for mysta.
he woke up that morning, a little later than he liked because then he would have to quicken his morning routine and sacrifice breakfast time with you
when he entered the kitchen, you're leaning against the kitchen island with a piece of toast in your hand as you scrolled through your phone
mysta, without fail, smiles at the typical view he gets every time the sun breaks through the horizon. just you in your pajamas, some kind of light meal in your hand and idly on your phone as you wait for him to wake up
"morning, mysta!" you greet, crumbs on the corner of your mouth. you wave him over to grab something to eat. "lucky for you, i made you something quick but filling. grab a few pieces and rush to work."
oh, and the fact you also remember his schedule, despite he himself sometimes forgetting them.
"thanks, babe," mysta grins, doing as you said and pressing a long chaste kiss to your lips. you giggle and poke his side, eliciting a small chuckle out of the detective before he says, "i'll see you later?"
"yep," you nod. "be careful on the road, mysta."
"i will!" he chirps, pecking your cheek one last time before he says, "i love you, y/n."
and he'll never ever get bored of saying that. no matter how many times, no matter how long, no matter if you reciprocated it or not.
"i love you too, mysta."
and that was the last thing the detective heard from you. not just that day, but the next day and the entire next week you were declared missing.
when mysta finally returned home, he panicked upon finding the apartment door forced open and the knob fallen to the floor. he carefully makes his way inside, his heart only dropping lower with every step he takes.
the walls are littered with scratches, the floor is dirtied with various prints of shoes and items are thrown around the apartment.
these signs of struggles...
"y/n!" mysta shouts, avoiding knocked-over furniture as he frantically scoured the rooms for even a breadth of your hair. but he found nothing, even with his detective skills. it's like you had just disappeared.
then he ran out of the apartment complex like he had never run before all the way to the closest police station where he begs for an officer's help, face flustered as he told them how he wasn't able to find you
luckily, since mysta usually helped around in the police station, they recognize him and is willing to lend aid in almost no time. they ask questions, they send for search parties, they ask for announcements to be posted.
but it's all to no avail.
no one had seen you. no one had noticed you go missing.
it was so infuriating to the point mysta felt like pulling his hair until he bled. he didn't care how much it hurt. when he realized you were missing, that was the greatest pain he felt.
he didn't even realize when was the last time he ate something proper. just a cup of noodles two nights ago-ish?
"mysta, please go home," vox begs, tugging on his friend's arm to get up from his chair. but the detective only shoots him a look with his painfully bloodshot eyes then goes back to tracing files as though he hadn't been doing that the past eight hours or so
"mysta, you're going to kill yourself," the demon pleads once more, attempting to stop the stubborn man by pushing away his documents.
but he's met with a scowl from mysta, "fuck off, vox. i don't need you telling me what to do. i'm busy."
he understood how important you were to him. how incredibly meaningful you were. the joy you brought into his life. vox completely understood what it felt like to have someone so special by your side suddenly disappear.
but mysta was also one of his closest friends. there was no way in the world he was going to idle by and watch him deteriorate like this.
"this is not what y/n would've wanted for you," vox reasons.
at the mention of your name, mysta pauses and for the slightest second, the demon catches him dwindle down.
"they're out there somewhere. they could be in pain, almost dead, scared! i have to find them soon!" the detective turns to his friend, fear lacing his orange-blue eyes. "i can't afford to lose a second where i could be tracking them down, vox."
"don't you think they would've rather you showed up healthy and well-nutritioned than in bones and barely alive?"
"they're barely alive! i'll eat something soon, okay? just... just let me find them please. i need to know if they're okay," is the last thing that drove vox to sigh and leave his friend be, pretty much giving up on him for the day.
mysta breaths a sigh of relief and his eyes are trained back onto the long blocks of black text on the desk, occasionally a few inserted photographs of evidence and possible tracks you might’ve left behind
but then his mind suddenly echoes vox's words from earlier.
he was right. him treating himself like this for your sake was something you would never allow. it's only when mysta imagines your figure looming over him, giving him an earful does he really feel his hollow stomach
he picks up his phone and orders takeout, the usual one you and him would order on late nights like these. when it arrived, the whiff of the food invading his sense of smell, the detective is spilling tears all over his papers.
overwhelmed with memories he can't wait to relive again.
as mysta spoons every bite into his mouth, he closes his eyes even tighter, refusing to accept that when he opens them again, he won't see you there stuffing your face with takeout
but when the box is empty, he's forced to face the darkness and his loneliness. you still nowhere to be found.
somehow, it's been two weeks since the earth swallowed you whole and no one, not even detectives greater than mysta was able to find you. with every passing day, the man's heart only shrinks and greys.
two weeks of nothing... there was no way you were still alive, was there?
every time this thought would make itself present within mysta's mind, he would slap himself until his cheeks stung, determined that he would find you soon.
but again, even with the entire police force of the city, it really did seem like you've been swallowed whole by the earth. the detective pressed for them to search further, even if it costed his entire life's fortune.
it took even sonny to tell mysta they had to close the case, no matter how much he refused to believe you were dead.
"please, i know they're out there somewhere! we haven't found their body yet so there's still a chance--"
sonny pauses him by holding his shoulders firm, a heavy frown on his face, "mysta, please. we've done all we can. we've checked city footage, we've asked everyone single person in this city and ransacked it upside down. they're... they're already gone, mysta. you have to let them go--"
"no! i can't do that to them! not when they've never given up on me. i'm not going to give up on them," with that, the detective storms out of the station and away, to who knows where. all mysta needed was some space from the world and a clearer head.
he reaches the outskirts of the city, with lesser people and quieter streets.
"please, y/n, where are you..." he prays, wiping the sweat off his forehead. but it becomes more than his sweat he's erasing. it's his reluctant tears.
he hiccups, continuing to wipe away the endless river down his cheeks, "please, baby. please, give me a sign. where are you? please, come back to me."
ding.
mysta freezes, his sobbing ceased for a moment as he fished his phone out from his pocket.
baby 💕 : mystaaaa come pick me up will you?
huh?
the detective blinks, rubs his eyes once, blinks again before he looks down at his phone. th-that... that was a text from you? his eyes weren't deceiving him?
no, it was probably because of the lack of food he's been eating…
baby 💕 : i'm at the train station
baby 💕 : i'll share my location
then an exact location within the city. and it really was in a train station.
mysta doesn't even waste his time to text you back as he jogs on over to where you were.
it didn't matter it was still a mile away. he could run a thousand more just for you. because you were alive and you're asking him to find you. nothing else mattered.
the entire run to the train station, mysta can feel the weight of the past two weeks evaporate off his shoulders. all those late nights crying over you, scouring the apartment for weeks on end, asking everyone he met if they had seen you finally comes to fruition.
he was finally going to see you again, hold you again, kiss you again and tell you how much he loved you.
the station gates finally come into view and mysta pushed the last of his energy to speed up. then he rushes through, ignoring the people who eyed him oddly as he searched every station to where you could be
he frantically looked here and there, but you still weren't sight. mysta kept searching though, no matter if it took him all night.
then he sees you.
your hair in the distance and the outfit you were last seen in.
just like the first he met you, mysta's heart skips a beat as his legs carry him forward to you. when you turned a corner, he did too. when you ran, he ran.
"y/n!" he called out, but you only run faster away from him.
then mysta catches you jumping onto the railway of the train, still speeding your way through the tunnels. he immediately worries about an incoming train and almost contemplated whether to follow behind
but he's been looking for you all this time. how is a train going to stop him?
"y/n, wait up!"
he hops down to the railway as well, ignoring the officers present as he chased you down through the dark tunnel.
mysta couldn't recall just how long he's been trudging through the dark, but after a while, he was able to see the bright end and your figure standing right there.
he smiled, jogging the last final stretch and for once, finally sees your beautiful face in the early evening light.
two weeks.
the most excruciating two weeks in his entire life.
but that didn't matter.
there you were.
"baby," mysta calls out, his voice broken as his arm reached for yours. you merely giggle and your cheeks redden before pulling your lover into a tight embrace, one that felt so heavenly and comforting to mysta.
then he broke apart, sobbing into your shoulder, "y/n, baby, i was so worried. please, don't scare me like that again. don't leave me again."
you pull away, holding his tear stained face in your gentle arms, "you know i would never leave you, mysta. even if the world tore us apart, i'll always find a way back to you."
"mhm," he nods weakly.
you lean up against him, placing a chaste kiss to his chapped lips, "always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you."
"i'll always love you too, y/n," he breaths out, every single inch of his heart filled to the brim with his affection for you. "let's go home."
"wait," you pause, pulling away from mysta. you tug on his arm and gesture towards the continuation of the train tracks. you say, "can i show you something first?"
the detective raises an eyebrow, but seeing as it was probably important, he nods. "lead the way."
then you let go of his hand, running to where you pointed and disappearing down a corner. mysta chuckles and jogs just behind.
but he pales up with every step he got closer to the corner.
w-what was that stench?
it was so strong and stomach-clenching that mysta almost hesitated to follow you. what were you going to show him? what did you do?
"y/n?" he tries calling, but you don't respond. so he has no other choice than to step closer to catch up with you. his stomach begins to empty out, the worry in his head only worsening
then he finally turns that dreaded corner and his nightmares manifest before his eyes.
"Y/N!"
mysta falls to his knees by your side, the soul leaving his body with only a broken heart remaining within. his hands shakily reaches for yours and the other for your head.
"y/n, baby..." he hiccups, followed by a straggling sob as he pulled you over to his lap. he cared no more for the terrible stench, he cared no more for himself.
he cared if they had let you go easily. he cared if they ever cared at all for your tears and pleads. he cared if you still remembered he loved you. he cared if you were happy, wherever you were.
"baby, i'm so sorry i was too late," mysta cries, hugging your head to his chest against where his beating heart would be. "please, don't leave me. please, come back."
but who was he to think that could happen?
your skin had turn grey, void of any of the bright red you wear out for the world so proudly. your gentle fingers that favored brushing through mysta's hair lays limp and stiff. your beautiful eyes that used to look at mysta with all the love in the world now forever gone and never to look back at him.
all those memories he wished to relive once he found you... now stays in the past, whether he liked it or not.
"y/n, baby," mysta howled, caressing your thinned out hair. "i love you. i love you so much. i love you so, so much."
always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you.
you... you had led him here. you took up your remaining seconds on this world to lead him back to you. you found him again, even if the world did tear you apart.
you came back to tell him you loved him so much, one last time.
"i'll always love you too, y/n," mysta whispers, pressing one last desperate kiss to your blackish skin. he hugs you to himself as he took out his phone, dialing a number and spoke with a broken voice, "sonny, i found them."
within a few days, your funeral was held, mourned over by family members, friends and most of all, mysta.
he who worked the hardest to find you, he who cried days and nights praying for you to come home, he who suffered the heartbreak the most.
"i'll always love you," mysta repeats your words, his swollen eyes pooling with tears once more. as they closed your coffin, all the detective could do was reminisce the very last smile of yours, the very last ghostly kiss you gave him.
it felt so real, so warm, so you.
now he stands before your grave, your name etched into the tombstone and a bouquet of your favorite flowers placed where you rested.
his tired eyes daydreams what you two could be doing right now. his broken heart imagines the memories you could be making at that moment.
for the slightest second, mysta swore you were standing right in front of him, smiling a goofy grin and cheering him on in his work.
mouthing 'i love you'.
"mysta?"
he turns and sees his demon friend, carrying a bouquet of flowers himself. vox places the flowers next to mysta's before he turns to his friend, holding his shoulder firm, "are you okay?"
he blinks, the cold tears finally falling out of his eyes. he wanted to say no, he wanted to shake his head, he wanted to curse the world out for taking you away from him.
but then he sees you standing behind vox, smiling and waving. when he blinks again, you're gone again.
this isn't what they would've wanted for me. they would've wanted me to be happy and move on.
"mhm," mysta nods, cracking a small smile. he looks into vox's eyes and feels a sense of warmth upon remembering his friends. not just vox. there was luca, shu and ike. there were the others from niji.
"yeah," he says again, this time smiling wider. "i'm okay. call the boys and get something to eat together?"
You’re nothing special, just a janitor left for 11pm to 7am to clean messes others didn’t have time for, or the S.T.A.F.F bots can’t get to. Such as cleaning the pizza sauce off the ceiling that a kid somehow tossed hard enough to hit it in a tantrum. Or somehow having the patience to thoroughly clean Sun/Moon whenever working since everyone else was too creeped out by Moon or got too pissed off at Sun’s nonstop energy to finish. The amount of dried types of glue and even sometimes boogers found on him is horrifying and sickeningly gross.
Moon’s been getting more insistent on being around you throughout the nights. Like a dog, even starts to follow you everywhere when the lights go out. How he’s able to find you everytime is quite strange.
He even starts leaning way too close whenever he’s the one you’re cleaning.
Sun KNOWS what Moon’s feeling, and what he’s doing. He knows it’s not normal, and wants to keep his new janitor friend safe!
You still have no idea why whenever it’s Sun, he’s being even more adamant on keeping the lights on, trying to get you to leave the daycare before the lights temporarily cut, how he’s even willing to help clean up with the chemicals though he’s not supposed to even touch them.
Moon eventually still takes over and has enough of Sun’s meddling, and ends up pinning you to hug you too tightly. He starts doing it so often it’s affecting your work. Now you see why Sun’s so adamant, and try to temporarily hide whenever Moon’s out. It doesn’t always work, and even when it does, it still takes time out of what you need to do.
Au where Sun and Moon are gods chained in a limbo, Cult Of The Lamp style. But the name of the cult is Cult Of The Sky.
An apocalypse has begun, the cults have gone into action and society is falling apart. Demons and many non-humanoid beings rise from the shadows and cross from other dimensions to their new playground, humanity is scarce and there are only a few hundred left in the whole world, all humans are killed to avoid a prophecy that reached the ears of gods from other dimensions.
They fear the return of Sun and Moon, they know that the chains have weakened over time and a human will free them. So they take matters into their own hands, they start cults that kill humans and sacrifice them to become stronger. The only thing they do is to help with the prophecy.
You, the last human for miles, are bound and surrounded. The executioner next to you doesn't bat an eyelash as he fans his scythe across your neck and makes a pinch of pain in the midst of panic.
Then you are somewhere, far away, but you don't know where, you can see the sun at one end and the moon at the other. You walk on clouds and everything is quiet, there is happy music in the background, you don't know where it comes from but in front of you there is a big ... You don't know what it is. It looks like someone with a sun for a head. He is chained, the chains tighten at the slightest movement but he smiles, old experiences make your anxiety soar and you want to run away, but there is nowhere to run.
The god introduces himself, his name is Sun, he offers you a deal; Your life in exchange for starting a cult in his and Moon's name, you can have a long and dignified life in the name of him and his companion, your progress will be rewarded and they will save humanity if you do well.
You accept, and when you blink, you know that you have a golden crown with the sign of the sun and the moon falling delicately on your head, and the blood does not take long to spill.
Your footsteps feel as if you are floating, you can run long distances and you are faster and more agile than before. You don't need to sleep or eat and you feel a little bad for not needing the basic things a human needs. There is a bit of a crisis there, about what is right and wrong, about how much your mind has changed to be able to pick up a weapon and wield it when necessary.
Your cult moves on quickly, it doesn't take you long to meet Moon. It's the middle of the night, after completing a particularly tough mission. The god is scary, red eyes and sharp teeth, you feel he could break free and eat you in one bite. You know what those who are not human are capable of. But contrary to what you think, it gives you a reward; you have more stamina in fights and now you can poison your enemies.
So you move forward again and again, taking out the non-believers and saving some humans and low-level demons who will be sacrificed or have no place in a cult. You become stronger and are rewarded each time, who you meet depends on the day and night.
You are being nosy, but you ask Sun about what they are, how long they have been chained, if there are more like them and if they were always two beings in one body, you want answers and not just power. Sun evades the question and sends you to earth, you are annoyed, but soon night falls and Moon proposes you something; For every Boss you kill they will answer one of your questions truthfully. An incentive you really want.
Then little by little you get answers; First you discover that before they were two, they were so strong that everyone feared them and locked them in the same body so they could not help each other. Then you learn that they have been here for centuries, they were worshipped as the gods they were until they were locked up and their influence was exhausted, people stopped believing in them and forgot them. Third, they say there are many like them, on other worlds, as humans have parents and children, they are brothers and sisters and share everything, even a planet that worships them. Lastly, they say they seek to free themselves and regain lost power to return to the old days.
I imagine they contact you more and more often, feeling lonely and slowly trusting you because of the devotion you feel. They are fond of you and are not afraid to let you know. They can't move, but they are very vocal about how cute and small you are.
Eventually they will break free, get their bodies and the chains will break. And you're screwed, they'll drag you down with them whether you want them to or not. By hook or by crook you end up in their home; a temple in the clouds. Your soul belongs to them, they didn't lie, you had a long and dignified life, but one day, after the earth is safe and Sun and Moon will scare the demons away, you will simply be cherished by them.
yo, could you write about ren zotto learning about human stuff? it's alr if you're uncomfortable with it or smt tho ^^
authors note: thank you for the request !!! sorry if this is ooc as ofc ren is a new streamer and i dont know him too well yet hehe,, you didnt specify platonically, fluffy or smut so i just wrote fluffy headcanons !! if you would prefer anything else please feel free to request again ꒰｡- ᴗ - ｡꒱ ᶻzᶻzᶻz﹒﹒i hope i wrote enough !
all writing is mine and mine only !! no reposting ,,, this isnt proofread very well sorry for any mistakes hehe
characters: ren zotto
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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ren zotto learning about human things ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
ʚɞ ren zotto ʚɞ
our (pretty) alien would be eager for you to teach him human things whenever he sees them or his friends tell him about them
aaa imagine him seeing a couple kissing on tiktok or twitter and he asks you why humans do that and if you can teach him ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭
when you explain to him it’s something couples do to show their love and affection, he looks away, ears red and mutters that he would like to do that with you.
so, mustering up all the courage you can in front of this beautiful alien prince, you carefully touch his cheek and bring your lips to his, telling him what you are doing while you do it.
avoiding your eyes, you can tell he is not used to the kiss but really wants to do his best for you, his hand travelling up you arm to your cheek, stroking it softly (๛ ˘ ³˘ )♡
once he kisses you for the first time he comes to the conclusion that kissing you is the best thing that humans have ever created and he doesnt want to do anything else for the rest of his life (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
whenever you go out together he would be like a puppy questioning everything outside and stuff humans do, even silly things like "why do cats meow?" as if you would know hehe
you would be his personal human tour guide of the human world !! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
definitely would look at a dog and ask if it's a chicken on purpose just to hear your voice and your laugh when you realise he's just joking around
you would definitely have to teach him ways to show affection... he's a bit clueless !! if you hold his hand he may ask what you're doing, but keeps your hand in his grip if you try to take it away in embarrassment, smiling and telling you, "no, your hand is warm, it's nice.."
he's definitely the type to almost accidentally suffocate you giving you a hug.... he saw aia give scarle a hug (she wanted a faceful of boobs.....) and wanted to feel what it felt like, so he went up to you and engulfed you, possibly almost killing you in the process..
but he gets better with time !! be patient with him hehe
thank you for requesting i hope you enjoyed my writing and have a good day!! (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)
Wilbur hasn’t felt safe in months. Everyday feels as if his very world could come to an abrupt end, and he would be forgotten, lost in the piles of bodies that roam the Earth.
It’s a very bleak existence. Danger on all fronts, constant paranoia crushing his mind as he fears becoming one of them.
They’re not quite husks, not quite zombies. They’re mimics. Or, as the public has named them- underwalkers. They act and sound exactly like people- when they are anything but. Wilbur doesn’t trust them. They’ve hunted him for his entire life, and anyone who lets their guard down is a fool.
Phil hums to himself, carrying his bag along as he carefully pushes past the horde, exclaiming the occasional “Sorry!” when he bumps into one. They grumble back with a “Whatever,” before moving on to shuffling with the horde.
He smiles to himself. They’re pretty friendly, all in all, and Phil has never felt endangered around them. He brushes against a particularly decayed underwalker, and their arm falls off.
Phil hurries to pick it up, meeting the underwalker’s rotting eye with an apologetic smile. “Oops! My bad mate, here you go!”
The underwalker coughs, grabbing their arm before giving Phil a melted grin. “Thaaannnnkkksss Phhhiiilllll.” Their voice is shrill, and they have to wheeze out a crackly whisper to make any sound. Phil pats them gently on the back before trodding off, continuing his endless battle to reach the end of the crowd.
He squints when he finally gets out of the cluster. In the distance, a tall man with healthy brown hair is trying to climb a two story house. Ah! A neighbor! Phil should come say hi.
Techno wields his sword with a battle cry, cutting another wretched beast in half as the bloodthirsty bodies hurl themselves at him with a vengeance. His clothes have been bloodstained for months, and he hasn’t known peace since the beginning of the Under Rising.
He cuts down the last Underwalker and swiftly sheathes his sword, stepping over the putrid bodies with a sneer. Subs, what he would do for a shower and a bed. Sighing, he sets his bag down to take a drink of water, feeling substantially safe enough to let his guard down.
Unbeknownst to him, an underwalker spots him in the distance. They take a second to observe, before shrugging and wandering off in the opposite direction.
They’re looking for something that tastes a little more like fear anyways.
Tommy runs into the street, right in front of the giant, breathing mass of underwalkers. Tubbo said that it most likely used to be from the old days, when bodies were tossed into big pits, rather than having individual graves. Now, they’ve merged into one giant, hulking pile of corpses that wanders the streets with the mind of a whole. Many thoughts congealed into one.
“HEY- YOU GIANT ASS FUCKER!”
It pauses, all of its hands, knees, and feet halting to listen. “CAN YOU TURN AROUND PLEASE? YOU CAN’T GO THIS WAY!”
The sound that it makes is deafening. A moaning, agonized cry that rattles the windows of the nearby buildings. It sounds like it’s mourning, hundreds of years having been spent melting into its friends and family. Some of the cries sound fresher, and Tommy doesn’t doubt that it’s recently added a few victims into its rotting hug.
“NOPE! PLEASE TURN AROUND, I’M SURE THERE ARE PLENTY OF PEOPLE TO EAT ON THE NEXT STREET OVER!” The response is quieter and more grumbly than the last, and its limbs begin sluggishly shuffling in the opposite direction.
Tommy makes sure to scream out a “THANK YOU!” right before it leaves. It groans back something that- if you were blackout drunk and had never heard a real person speak- sounds vaguely like a ‘you’re welcome.’
Tommy starts walking back to office building where Tubbo and Ranboo are hiding. Tubbo is great at feeling safe around the underwalkers most of the time, especially because feeling safe makes him literally safe- but Ranboo has really bad anxiety that makes him a beacon for any passing undead.
So their plan is usually- Tommy, the most fearless fucker alive, goes out and asks as politely as he can for the underwalker(s) to leave. Meanwhile, Tubbo and Ranboo hide in a far off building so Tubbo can comfort Ranboo and make sure he feels as safe as possible.
They’ve only had a few incidents, and that was at the beginning when Ranboo first joined the group. Now his anxiety has been getting better as his feelings of safety proves to be effective.
Tommy watches a man approach him in the glaring sun. His hair is pink and covered in rotting goo, and his face is covered by a gas mask.
He stops in front of Tommy. They stay at a standstill for a moment, examining each other, neither wanting to make the first move. Tommy is sure he looks completely out of place. He’s got relatively clean clothes on, and his blonde hair is still bright and fluffy from the lake he cleaned it in.
The pink haired man looks hesitant, and Tommy can hear the beginning of a word on the edge of his throat.
Then the ground starts shaking. The thunderous pounding of hundreds- maybe thousands- of underwalkers, as they migrate in one massive herd. They migrate in herds for community, Tommy learned a few weeks ago, and they don’t particularly think about the murderous part of them until they get a whiff of fear. Then, the herd turns into a horde, and they become unstoppable.
Pinky spins around, creating a sword out of nothing and taking a step in the direction of the horde. Tommy grabs his shirt, because he knows; has been near enough hordes to know their size from their strength.
This horde? A sword won’t be able to stop it. A freshly sharpened blade would sooner dull than cut every single underwalker down. Only confidence, safety, and unwavering strength will save them today.
“King,” he begins, “You have a fucking death wish if you think that sword is gonna save you from this horde.”
Pinky glances at him. “I’ve taken out plenty of hordes kid. You should run off though, this is gonna get messy.” Tommy shakes his head.
“Nope. I have my own tricks for dealing with hordes, and they’re pretty damn effective. So you better fucking listen to me, or you’re going to join their ranks as Pain in the Ass #1.” Pinky sighs, ready to argue, but he looks down at Tommy’s clean appearance and hesitates. Tommy sees the first few underwalkers start to peek over the horizon and swears.
Tommy quickly yanks on Pinky’s shirt, dragging him over to the buildings opposite of where Tubbo and Ranboo are. They know that Tommy will be okay, and they’ll have felt the horde already. Hopefully Tubbo can keep a wrap on Ranboos anxiety long enough for them to pass.
Pinky follows, and Tommy begins explaining. “So- think of this like a game. The underwalkers are a boss fight, and they have this exploit that very few people know about, and it lets you bypass the boss fight completely. It’s weird, and you’re going to have to trust me on this, because if you don’t- you’re going to get yourself killed.”
Pinky hums along, and Tommy aggressively begins searching the building, which just so happens to be an apartment complex. Thankfully, one of the doors is unlocked, and he pulls Pinky inside.
“This exploit is really simple, okay? If you think you’re safe- bam! You’re safe.” Pinky goes to lock the door, but Tommy stops him. “Nope. Confidence is everything boss man. We are going to chill in here, with the door unlocked and everything, and the underwalkers are gonna leave us alone.”
Pinky grimaces, nervously gripping his sword. “I feel like you’re leading me into a death trap kid, not gonna lie.” But Tommy is looking at the sword.
The horde is drawing closer.
“Okay-“ he breathes, taking control of the situation. “First off, take your sword and put it in the closet over there.” Pinky reels, but Tommy doesn’t stop. “Next, you’re going to breathe, and I’m going to start singing, and we are going to be a-okay. As long as you trust me, and have full confidence that the horde outside can’t get you in here- they’ll ignore you.”
The rumbling outside worsens as the horde tramples through the streets, and Tommy looks into Pinky’s gas mask eyes.
Pinky sighs heavily, unsheathing his sword and putting it in the closet. Tommy grins, bounding over to him and harnessing his carelessness. He clears his throat, grinning.
“JUMP IN THE CADILLAC-“ Pinky is so startled that he almost falls into the closet, while Tommy continues belting out the lyrics in a show of pure confidence and control.
The rooms shaking grows worse, and the abandoned pots and kettles clatter and fall to the floor as the apartment complex rattles and groans with the force of the horde. Tommy grabs Pinky’s hand and starts dancing, kicking a fallen pan in his way.
Pinky swallows and Tommy laughs wholeheartedly. Pinky relaxes as the rumbling doesn’t stop in front of them, instead passing over the carefree apartment.
Pinky lifts his gas mask off his face and Tommy shrieks in dramatic shock, ridding the room of anxiety. He cackles, ignoring Pinky’s young face and picking up in song again.
This goes on for several minutes, occasionally broken off by Tommy loudly asking Pinky distracting questions like “what’s the worst swear word you know?” And “dogs or puppies?”
It’s a good day. They also survive the massive horde, which means it’s an even better day! Although Tommy only lets them both leave when the vibrations completely disappear. Time to find his friends!
Wilbur watches from his perch on the windowsill as a short blonde man stumbles out of the horde. Without getting attacked. Clearly this man is secretly an underwalker, a wretched beast, a horrible freak of nature, and- oh fuck he saw him.
I went on a high stakes time traveling adventure with Wilbur Soot while being chased by Sonic and Knuckles who were calling us slurs (my dream redacted them so all I heard was [slur]). We rode a weird dimension-hopping bus, saved the driver from his evil clones, accidentally shoplifted from an emo store, scammed a liquidation outlet, and fucked up the timeline even worse.
Play nice with Columbina, but not too nice. There’s a happy medium that she wants you to situate yourself in. On one hand, it would displease her greatly if you were to ever clearly express your distaste. Still, it would ruin her fun if she acted like a totally lifeless doll. She delights herself in seeing the frustration dancing within your eyes. The way that you seethe internally, acting oh so hard to keep it together in the face of such dire circumstances. In a most innocent tone, she’ll ask provocative questions crafted to make you stumble. Isn’t Scaramouche so impossible to please? Dottore an amalgamation of ego that you’re forced to endure? Columbina knows that by phrasing it like an inquiry, social etiquette will urge you to respond in some way, and forces you into a waltz where the tempo is always off. She adores the way you dance for her. Don’t worry, she’ll stop you before you say anything too damning; if you get in trouble with the others, it means she won’t get to see you as often…
Don’t flinch at the cold kiss of metal caressing your skin upon Sandrone’s prompting. She settles for nothing less than perfection when it comes to her work. When it’s her turn to have possession over you, you’ll be invited into a workshop that few if no one else has ever seen; discarded mechanical limbs littering the floor that you must step over. The creations lying within might look familiar, she tells you. And indeed they do. Atop a crudely shaped torso, with frayed wires poking out from what should be the shoulder socket if traditional anatomy was observed, is a head boasting unblinking eyes the same shade as yours. It’s a work in progress — a love letter to her favorite muse. A croaking voice box whirrs to life within the hollow husk, staccato-like syllables stringing together as the machine says it wants to be just like you. Sandrone claims her little project has been begging to feel your skin as of late. You’ll let it, won’t you?
Know that if you reciprocate Signora’s affection in full, you might just get burned. Ice is not always meant to be thawed and she is proof of that. You stoke embers within her that she long thought were locked away by the Tsaritsa’s gift, and in doing so, unwittingly place yourself in danger. Signora knows her accursed physiology well enough to sense this. Hence why she treats you with such biting apathy. You are to sit quietly in her presence so she can retain control over herself. If she’s in a good enough mood, you’ll be allowed to entertain yourself with books or other silent hobbies. Still, despite the precautions, her gaze always ends up drawn to you. She’ll part her lips, considering possibilities too good to be true. Thoughts of having you brush through her hair or humming the music she heard in better days of her life tempt her. When you meet her eyes, her face hardens, and she asks who permitted you to do such a thing. Signora learned from her past that feeding the flames never ends well.
Exercise the utmost obedience with Arlecchino. Her commands are absolute and meant to be followed to the letter, even if they make your life more difficult in the process. She’d rather not acknowledge that the others — underserving as they are — hold any sway over you. To do so would surely stir up strife. She orders you to take off Pantalone’s many adornments in her presence, to scrub your skin raw until Signora’s noisome perfume no longer permeates your skin. This inevitably leads to problems anyway, with you at the unfortunate center. Arlecchino has you traipsing across a tightrope to satisfy her wishes. She firmly believes that you’re wasted on the others. If she had total control over you, she knows she could make not only herself happy, but you as well. In fits of frustration, she’ll tell you that they put so little consideration into your wellbeing. You wonder if she’ll ever examine her own actions with such scrutiny.
Seek out Scaramouche even when he acts like he wants nothing to do with you. It was almost a relief the first time he shooed you away — in your naivety, you thought you’d get a well-deserved break from dealing with these impossible creatures. When you actually went to dismiss yourself, it soured his mood for the rest of the day. No, this isn’t what he wants, you realized as your fingers hovered over the doorknob. He wants you to fight back. Tactfully, of course, it wouldn’t do for you to backtalk openly. It flatters him greatly when you persist in staying with him, despite his persistent prickliness. Say that if it pleases him, you’d love nothing more than to spend just a few more minutes in his presence, should he be gracious enough to the grant privilege. He’ll make a big show of sighing and making it seem as if he’s begrudgingly accepting your request. If you insist, he’ll tell you. You can tell you’ve done well by the grin he’s barely able to suppress.
School your facial expressions in the presence of Dottore, who doesn’t take kindly to any perceived criticism of his dubious morality. While you’re only able to comprehend a fraction of his mad lectures, what he speaks of disturbs and chills you to the bone, keeping you away at night as if someone was holding your eyelids open. However, he doesn’t want another critic. He wants you to be left in awe over his uncontested intellectual prowess. It must make the minds of his cohorts look dull in comparison, he figures. A transcendent mind such as his has got to earn your admiration. Dottore feels you’re his cute little pupil. When you appear confused by the depth of his designs, expect him to cling to your side even longer, he won’t be content until you sufficiently understand. This is more of an excuse to talk to you longer, especially since your attention is always in high demand.
Always wear the gaudy gifts that Pantalone insists on bestowing you. Not only must you pretend to be grateful for the displays of profligacy, but you must act excited too. It’s enough to antagonize what few shards of pride you have left to cling to. He’ll clasp necklaces around you that feel tighter than a noose, set crowns on your head so heavy with the burden of their jewels it becomes a struggle to look anywhere but the ground. You’re cursed to feel his presence even in his absence. It’s a bitter reminder that at this point, the only thing you’re missing is a collar. The others share your opinion and are free to voice their dissent while you must bite your tongue almost hard enough to bleed. Signora says something daintier that complements your complexion would be better, whereas Scaramouche longs to rip the ostentatious ornaments from you entirely. Pantalone just chuckles and says it’s your decision. Don’t you like his gifts? Always nod when he asks you this.
Be wary of accepting Childe’s supposed sympathy, for he is just as guilty in your subjugation. The best actor is one who makes you forget you’re watching a play. As a mere member of the audience, it is never your place to express dislike of the script, no matter how much the characters on stage oppress you. Childe sets himself up to be your favorite by playing your advocate. He’s not against your suffering, so long as he gets to be the balm that makes it all better. He affirms the thoughts you hold prisoner in your mind, for if you were to speak them, there’d be hell to pay. Makes jokes about how creepy Sandrone’s predilections are or how impossible it is for you to please Signora. Not him, however, he promises that there’s no need to be so on guard in his presence. It’s so tempting to buy into it. You’d do well to remember he is not the ally he portrays himself to be, he’s every bit of an enemy to your self-interest as the others.
The Ruthless Prince (Part 18) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]
Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.
Warnings: Scaramouche centric chapter, reader doesn’t appear, violence, blood, gore, torture, graphic scenes, merciless and angry Scaramouche, character death im sorry, swearing, did I say violence already?
Word Count: 4.8k
Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.
Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)
Tartaglia wasn’t here.
Scaramouche realized that early on, when his knights and himself marched towards the outside walls of the kingdom. The Snezhnayan army met them, but Scaramouche scanned the front lines once, twice and a third time.
Tartaglia.wasn’t.here.
A lump formed in his throat out of anxiousness. His mind tried to reason with him that the Snezhnayan prince might just be at the back of the army, or maybe hidden in the ranks for an ambush.
So, without any warning whatsoever, the war began.
Hello! I've been admiring your writings for a while now ♡. I don't know if you're taking any requests rn, so I'm sorry if requests are closed.
But if you're accepting requests, may I ask for some Enemies to Lovers with Itto x Fem!Reader? Like, the reader is friends with almost everyone in Inazuma but she does not get along with Itto at all... Until she sees some people throwing beans at him, wanting to harass him and she just can't take it and goes absolutely feral to protect him? Can be angst, fluff, smut, whatever you prefer, I like it all. (But I really do enjoy a heavy angst with happy ending)
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This actually made my day 🥺 TYSM I’m so happy that you like my work <3
I tried my best with your request, but I’m not a very good angst writer 😰. I hope you like it though. I had to do a lot these past 2 days but still wanted to write something for you.
A/N: Since I was operating on limited time periods I couldn’t find a way to specify (Fem! Reader) without making things take a “different” turn, so it had to be gender neutral.
(If you want to request in the future, you can check my profile and at the top it should say “Askbox Open” or “Askbox closed”)
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Summary: You and Itto don’t always get along as you don’t always agree with his different methods. One day however; upon seeing someone throwing beans at him, you snap.
Warnings: Not proofread/Slightly rushed (Sorry)
You were always the kind of person that helped wherever you could; whether it be delivering things for different shopkeepers, baking things for the elderly that resided in Konda Village, involving yourself in planning events and festivals with the Tricommision. It was no wonder to other people that you bore the title “Y/N, leader of the (l/n) gang.”
You were well liked and always got along with everyone in Inazuma. Everyone except the infamous Arataki Itto and his gang. Both you and Itto had different methods of doing things. While you knew to plan accordingly, safely and legally, he rarely did. You would get your requests approved to have your events in certain areas while he didn’t even apply. You detested his carefree nature as well as the oni’s ability to always get away with his (unintentional) antics. “He never takes anything seriously!” you would always say.
This was the start of your rivalry with him. Whenever crossing paths with each other, you’d always shoot him a passive aggressive look.
One day, you were out picking lavender melons on Yashiori Island to help Ayato win the hotpot game when you heard something that sounded like sobbing. You turned a corner and were met with the sight of Itto curled up in a fetal position, crying with beans scattered around him. A young girl with short blond hair and a white dress hurled another fist of the same beans at the poor himbo. You didn’t know what exactly was happening, but you did know that those beans seemed to be physically hurting him. You dropped the basket of melons in your hands and jumped at the girl, tossing the bag out of her hand.
“What are you doing?!” you asked, glaring at her menacingly.
“Oh no! Sneak attacks didn’t work! We need to think of another plan!” said something that resembled a small floating fairy.
The girl pushed you off as she and her companion ran off to find shelter as you picked up the dropped basket. You were about to go back and finish your melon picking but something big pinned you down with an enormous hug.
“Thank you thank you thankyouthankyou!” shouted Itto, his arms squeezing around your rib cage so tight you thought your lungs might pop.
“No- Problem…” you managed to gasp in between the breaths you were able to take. A few minutes later, he let go.
“As thanks for helping me, you wanna join me and my gang for a party later?!”
“No thanks. I’m quite busy,” you reply, brushing the dirt of your attire. You frown. “I’d rather not get thrown in jail.”
“Pleaseeeeeeee!” Itto begged, glancing down at you with puppy eyes.
You sigh.Your rival offering you to a party?! He must be planning something, and you needed to know what. “Ughhh, fi-“ you didn’t get to finish before Itto picked you up and slung your body over his shoulder. The melons fell once again onto the ground.
“Great! Trust me, you’ll have lots of fun!”
At the same time while you didn’t like the giant oni’s way of things, it suddenly dawned on you that some people were just clueless at heart. And now that you were sitting down and talking with this guy, learning more about him, you can’t help but feel yourself relax. It’s not easy being as organized and prepared as you are. Being at Itto’s gathering (that was probably illegal) made you feel like you could just let down your guard a bit.)
“No! I hate him! Get a grip Y/N!” You pat your cheeks, shaking your head. You stand, about to grab a glass of juice when you’re suddenly met with flaming eyes. Your stomach feels weird and your heart rate picks up ten fold.
“What is this?” you ask yourself, unaware that you’re staring at the red and yellow orbs.
“Ha, you blinked!” Itto laughs. You’re snapped back to reality when he pats your back roughly. A little too roughly that you almost lose your balance and fall.
“I got to go,” you say. Not even waiting for a response or saying goodbye, you speed walk out the entrance.
On the way back to your living quarters your eyebrows furrow as you think about what just happened. It can’t be. You hate him. You loathe his existence. You refuse to let yourself have a crush on the leader of the Arataki Gang; your greatest rival.
Might make a part 2 depending on how many people want me to write one.
Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make him fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.
A/N: Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow. It’s really funny, I highly recommend it! Let me know if you guys want me to write for other characters with the same concept :D
You were ecstatic when Aether chose you over the purple seelie; you didn’t want to be trapped in the glass container you had been captured in for an eternity shortly after being isekai’d into Genshin Impact. Aether would be surprised by your immense enthusiasm to travel with him, and he laughs softly when you nuzzle his cheek. He certainly picked an affectionate seelie and doesn’t regret his choice at all.
Your intelligence comes as another surprise for him. He knows that seelies are good at finding treasures, but you seem to be a special case as the intelligence you possess is on par with a human’s. You’d help him solve the complicated puzzles scattered around Inazuma, and you don’t hide like his other pets when monsters show up! Like a true companion, you float by his side in battle, empowering him with your moral support. He truly appreciates you.
Aether takes really good care of you, and even Paimon pointed out how he seems to love you more than her. You don’t need to eat as a seelie, but he sometimes forgets that and ends up pushing the food he made against your blob-like body, earning a squeak of protest from you. He also tends to sleep while hugging you like a teddy bear; he didn’t think you were one to enjoy cuddles until he found you all nestled up in his arms one morning.
You’re an adorable and smart seelie, so of course you’d attract the attention of his friends. Childe complimented you on how brave you are to not poof out of existence when there’s danger, and Xiangling commented on how chewy you look… However, Aether’s greatest concern is Ayato; when the Yashiro Commissioner noticed how intelligent and loyal you are, he kept trying to bargain with Aether to keep you as his pet. Of course, Aether would shoot him down every time whilst holding you protectively.
Aether is used to people leaving him - but after embarking on many adventures with you as an extra companion, he can’t imagine things ever being the same if you suddenly disappeared one day. You’ve become an important presence in his life and he swears to protect you from Ayato. You and Paimon will always be with him, right? He didn’t realise he asked the question out loud until he feels you press against his lips, causing his cheeks to flush happily.
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Creator!reader who can’t resist fluffy things anymore or animals. Petting Dvalin? Yes. Seeking out and petting Azhdaha without Zhongli knowing? Most definitely. Even trying to get Zhongli in his dragon form to feel his fluff too. If Venti let’s them, they’re going to pet his wings. Gorou’s not safe either he’s getting affection too. And also Kaeya because of the feather boa (I’m pretty sure that’s what it is) he wears. Diona and Sucrose because yes, Yae Miko of course (fox or human form) Childe in any form because you gotta admit his hair looks soft, and Albedo because his hair also looks soft. Even the standard enemies in all nations including rift hounds. Anything soft and/or cute (to reader at least) gets pet
AAAAW wy this is so cute?!
Dvalin It's a big cuddly one. Every time the reader gets the chance to pay a visit to Decarabian's tower, Dvalin's heart yearns for your gentle caresses. People usually avoid him because he's a dragon, but your mere presence is enough for him.
I want to believe that the Creator essence can cure from the Erosion, so when Azhdaha first met reader, he was grateful to you after being saved from his fate. Even so, he was quite confused about your secret meeting with this creature. After all, didn't Morax want your protection? In any case, he's quite fine with the idea of you gifting him with your presence, but he's still quite embarrassed. He's not used to someone giving him hugs or petting him on his head. He's not complaining, but he's new to this...
Zhongli would be quite perplexed the first time. He's used to people praising him, worshipping him, or even fearing him! But petting him? That's quite new. Well, the confusion will not stand for long. Give him just a few minutes and he'll be a big puppy in your hands. Stop for even one second and he'll start to ask you the reason, and no matter what, he'll expect this treatment every day from now. You've created a monster, a cuddling monster, but still...
Bold of you assume that if it was even your idea, it was Venti's in the moment that you confessed to him that you love fluffy things. You didn't even finish your sentence before he spread his big fluffy wings, ready to receive your love. Please, give him your love. He wants nothing else.
Poor Gorou, he's already fed up with the fact that everybody wants to pat his hears, but now you too? Okay, you're the creator, and maybe he can make some exceptions... but not in front of his man! He's still got his pride! You'll have to wait for him to come back after work, and only then will he receive your petting. You'll be in agonizing pain, and he'll feel awful for not letting his creator indulge in their hobby, but you'll respect his wishes...
Kaeya's quite a sly one. It may seem like an innocent thing, but for him, it's the best way to spend some time with you! He'll use his office, since he wants to have some privacy from everyone, letting you sit on his lap and only then pet his feather boa. It's the best break he can get from his work. After all, it's not an everyday thing that the creator themself come to you, asking to touch some part of your clothing. He'll keep this thing for himself. The last thing he wants is to hear Jean complain about this.
Diona, sweet Diona... she'll make a fuss the first time, but after that, she's seeing the stars. Prepare for a loud purr session, and it's not like she enjoys it! , she's doing this because it's her duty! After all, who is she to go against the care of the Creator?
The first time, Sucrose was pretty sure that she had angered you for some reason. She believed it... until you reached for her head and started patting her hears. Only after that, your concentrated face turn into a happy smile. You left her in total confusion. Albedo was the one that finally gave her the right answer, explaining that their beloved creator liked fluffy things... like his hair. This information left Sucrose with an agape mouth, and she's started to connect a few points. You spent a lot of time with Albedo, but she thought that you wanted to help him with some of his research, or maybe he wanted to make a portrait of you! In reality, you just love to stay in his laboratory and pet his hair. He doesn't mind. To be honest, he quite enjoyed those moments. He liked your hands in his hair...
Yae Miko likes to show a serious side when it's something about you. After all, the role of the priestess, devoted to their god, is quite a big deal. But inside, she loves this soft side of you, but everything comes at a price, my dear! She's going to let you pet her in any of her forms, but you must let her pet you in return! A soft series of hugs and caresses, and you must admit, Yae have wuite a good smell...
You thought you could escape Childe?! WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG! It's not you that are petting him, HE'S THE ONE THAT HE'S PETTING YOU!
At some points, everybody wants to be petted by you! TAKE YOUR RESPONSIBILITY, YOU PETTED EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING!
