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CHAPTER 1: Twisted Wonderland
CHAPTER 2: Spider-verse (ATSV)
CHAPTER 3: Hazbin Hotel
CHAPTER 4: PERSONA 5: Royal
CHAPTER 5: CREEPYPASTA (pending…)
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bonus: original works/ocs
artwall: personal drawings!
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[CHAPTER 1]
Twisted Wonderland
“we’ll show you a real happy ending.”
-Heartslabyul(none yet)
-Savannaclaw(none yet)
-Octovinelle(none yet)
-Scarabia(none yet)
-Pomefiore(none yet)
-Ignihyde
and so they lived happily ever after(idia)
-Diasomnia
breaking up with the prince of briar valley(malleus)
the world we knew(malleus)
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series/various
leaving on wild charted waters (story/various)
(songs recommended to listen for this series: White Tea - Rozie Ramati, Ex-Girlfriend - No Doubt)
-part 1
-part 2
-part 3
-part 4
-part 5
-part 6
-part 7
-…….
-…….
-…….
the domestic life (various)
-part 1
-part 2
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[CHAPTER 2]
SPIDER-VERSE
“anyone can be under the mask.”
-miles morales(not yet)
-gwen stacey(not yet)
-hobie brown(not yet)
-pavitr prabhakar(not yet)
-miguel o’hara
amor eterno (daughter reader/series)
amor eterno [parte 2](daughter reader/series)
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[CHAPTER 3]
HAZBIN HOTEL
“now that’s the spirit! you’re in hell you delinquent fuck!”
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( alastor x reader)
(both alastor and reader are alive and it takes place in the 30s)
(and when you're gone, you're getting replaced.)
(inspired by: Hannah Williams and The Affirmations: Late Nights and Heartbreaks)
(songfic/angst/oneshot)
(not proofread, ooc possibility.. alastor just being manipulative, use of magic, alastor not being genuine for a second, very toxic relationship.)
(fic is low-key kinda ass </3 but I just needed to get something out of my system when it comes to writing.)
"You know that I'm not good,"
alastor was everything you saw as mediocre, he was so painfully average you could've sworn it hurt you with how bad it was.
he was farthest from your first choice as a radio host, sure- he had the ambition, the optimism, and his voice and vocals both decent.
but that was it, just decent.
yet somehow, in a split second, turned into everything you loved or found endearing...
all meshed into a singular entity.
alastor, the radio host filled to the brim with charm and a sense of old and esteemed elegance. an elegance only a man could achieve with years of experience dabbling in the confidence he seeps.
this-- and your heart, snatched from under your nose tucked deep within his grasp.
it's like he pulled the strings to your heart, to teach it how it should beat, how it should react to his every move and whim.
yet it felt wrong, not only did you technically have a more higher authority in the studio compared to him.. but it just felt.. off..
this love felt, tasted-- artificial.
"and I'm never gonna treat you--"
it tasted like the herbal tea he served you when he got you alone for the first time after his first audition into the studio.
the tea bag, mixed with different herbal plants that you've never heard of in your life, or ever heard of being put together.
the names of each of the herbs that seeped into your hot tea that he served you would slur out of focus in your mind. his annoyingly optimistic chattering voice would slowly morph into a charming, sultry voice.
it's so weird. you could've sworn you put his application for the radio host gig your company was offering onto the 'not chosen' pile.
but before you knew it, hearts were in your eyes and your hand on his application with his headshot photo smack on the front--
now dropping it in the 'chosen' pile. your eyes still on him like a lovestruck teenager would to a childish, high-school sweetheart.
since then, you've never been the same.
everything was a blur-- your memory hazy each time your eyes landed on him. your brain cloudy with love and desire.. filling your mind like a wave of the fiercest of beaches.
at some point, you would start seeing him outside of work.
appearing in places you've never seen him at before.
he would always seem to drag you with his words, like a dog on a leash.
if you were still yourself- you wouldn't let this happen for a second.
but you did, even if a more sane part about you told you how irrevocably irresponsible and stupid it is to pursue a man like him.
a man that held the most fakest smile a person could hold.
almost as fake as this burning, fluttering feeling in your chest.
--
the dates, the trips, the sneaky seconds hiding away with him in a secluded corner for him only to sweet talk you in between his work on the mic and your own job that required your attention.
he would always find ways to swoon you, capture your eye even at the most inconvenient of times. it would always make you stutter or trip over yourself in moments when your precision and attention to detail was needed...
sometimes secretly wishing that the grazes his lips gave the mic he spoke to were on you instead. but alas, you would begin and end your shifts with excitement kissing your skin instead, the hairs on your arms spiking straight up at just catching a glimpse of him while passing by the recording room.
his singing caught your face ablaze, a heat that felt like it was physically hurting you.. but did you care? not quite.
somehow, you'd also catch yourself speak utterly highly of him while on the job. talking to those with much higher authority than you ever had when it comes to the industry as a whole.
it was thanks to you, he'd rise the ranks. slowly-- his fame came to him.. with very minor contributions from your running mouth.
"-I'm never gonna treat you like I should."
"oh, and by the way my dear. our little rendezvous is over. it's been good while it lasted."
"what?"
so bluntly, just like that.
it was over.
you were getting ready with him at the bottom floor of his newly bought home; to be his plus one at an important banquet to celebrate his newly achieved fame. his latest show got such high praises from not only the gorgeous city of New Orleans, but also several other states aside from Louisiana.
his name was in everyone's mouths, and this time all anyone said was just praise and love.
something you've been doing since the beginning.
"I'm sure you're not that dimly minded my dear, I said what I said. I'll be accompanied with someone else for this event..."
Alastor turned to look at you, away from the long mirror on his wall; his hair fixed neatly, glasses and shoes polished.. with his lenses held and replaced from the old silver lining he used to have now to a glistening gold, his suit with red and white accents decorated everywhere with glistening, expensive designs, and his eyes held an inhumane kind of lack of emotion-- let alone remorse.
all his face held that even resembled emotion, would be that long, silky smile.
"It's been nice while it lasted! Now shoo, you're stinking up my new abode with that god-forsaken fragrance I told you to throw away long ago."
"But-- alastor! wait!--"
Ignoring your loud protests did he, with an yet another inhumane ease did he shove you out his door.. with it swinging open seemingly by an invisible force before you could hit the cedar wood, all in an uncharacteristically aggressive manner.
the way a person would throw a heavy load of leaky trash out the door.
it was also a rainy day, a very rainy.. muddy day.
falling past the four to five small steps that lead up to the front door straight onto a fresh puddle of mud reminiscent of watery human fecal matter did your mind slowly become clear-- even for a second.
deep nutmeg staining and splotching your expensive formalwear for this specific occasion. the bright colors and designs shunned and ashamed with the water and earth hiding it from the world.
and your tears now running down your face just as the raindrops did down the waterspout.
"But-- I helped you! I loved you! what we had all this time was real!.. I know it was..." yet somehow, for the first time in a long time- you doubted your own words.
"Oh.. sweetheart..." a deep chuckle coming from the depths of his throat mocked your pain, your claims, "You thought that was real? You humor me, button."
He would bend slowly down at your shriveled, dirtied figure. The height difference of you on the cold earth and him being held up high by his house stairs of marble made you feel like an ant compared to him.. compared to his newly given power and influence.
the silence between you two was sickening. all that interrupted the moment was the harsh pitter-patter of rain and your face sniffling and leaking of both your nose and eyes.
he'd look you down and up, your head shrinking into your shoulders.
He laughed amusingly, his eyes glistening a glowing red against the dark blue atmosphere that covered the scene. the ends of his smile, widening even more than you thought they ever could.
his lips parted, only to say the trigger word to get you out of this cycle:
"Allez-vous en. "
"I'm a part-time lover."
(I honestly didn't now how else to end it, I just realllyyyyyy wanted to write. like my fingers had a very unbearable itch to write something.. ANYTHING. lmaoooo but yeah this might not be perfect at all, nor did I close it up with a big beautiful perfect bow.. but I also love leaving things up to interpretation... that's kinda my excuse. but I hope to finally think of writing something full fledged and fleshed out soon, I just added whatever came to mind. it's also 3:12 am.... so I'm also not very in my right state of mind. thank you for reading nontheless! always and forever will appreciate it <33333)
(note: mentions of obsession yet not yandere, not proofread, may be ooc, reader is described as to be the traveller or simple A traveller, they/them reader.)
(extra: this is just a lil dumb fanfic i wrote at like 3am, i just wanted to try to write ONE finished piece after not being to finish at least five other pieces….)
it's been years, and he hasn't seen you at all. not for a minute, not for a second.
you've been missing for who knows how long, yet you're still all that he thinks about.
you infect his mind like an amoeba to a brain, a virus to a body, a worm in an apple-- you've solidified yourself in ways to which you have been permanently stuck and altered in his mind and he just can't get rid of you.
he thinks it's tedious and almost stupid as he doesn't want to dare to admit that he has more than an inkling of an attraction towards you.. in fact, he's at the very least mildly obsessed.
he knows this is bad, he knows this isn't what a person of high authority should be doing, feeling-- his inflated ego hurt at the fact that a simple stranger that came from a land far, far away could do such a thing.
he's a captain, you're a traveller.
you come and go as you please, and he is stuck at a certain spot at a certain position.. albeit slacking off a bit more than he would ever admit due to his credibility.
the scent of your hair, the smooth gentle touch of your skin- be it cold or warm- sets him off entirely. your clothes match your personality and reflect your internal self both visually and beautifully, your eyes a color that just flips him on his head and his stomach hurling in a infestation of butterflies.
there's no way in hell that this is healthy.
but there is also no way he isn't going to try to get an extra minute with you if he could.
which is why on a nice summer hot day he decided to ask you out, perhaps to relax and have a nice outing at a lake, a romantic evening at the angel's share, or a vibrant conversation over a meal and several drinks that make both your faces flush.
but then you disappeared.
the day he tried to find you was when you disappeared from this earth.
no amount of 'missing' posters nor reward money could bring you back.
you were meant to be declared dead awhile ago, but he never let up no matter what his superiors or those who worked below him told him.
he knew you'd be out there somewhere.
he knew you'd come back.
but just as he was about to fall into the routine of accepting your possible death, the possibility that you have finally left the earth and ceased to exist in one way or another.. did you finally appear just as you left: out of thin air.
time has passed since the two of you have been young adults.
now.. he sees that exact face from years ago.
yet despite how time has affected everyone, such as him getting just a few years older yet he has prided himself in still keeping that dashing young energy and face, it somehow didn't seem to affect you the way everyone else matured.
you still had the same clothes, the same hairstyle, the same plump young face, skin still as radiant as you were at your early 20s..
it's like time didn't dare to touch not even a single hair on your head.
with your sudden appearance all your old friends flocked to you and taking you in their arms while he stood back and watched.
it's like seeing a ghost, a corpse reanimated and walking with red back in it's veins.
you were just as perfect as the day he lost you.
yet instead of grabbing you and taking you in his arms the way he has wanted to do for years. he instead walks up to you slowly and listens to your story.
you apparently were taken to a different dimension on your way to continue your adventure yet again, being stuck there for a few hours until you finally got out-- and realized you were actually stuck there for a few years. it barely took ahold of you on how time worked differently there than when it did here.
but you were in such a state of shock you couldn't finish your story- he saw how you would stumble over your words in both confusion and panic at the fact that you missed out on so much and weren't there when those needed you most.
he was selfish, so selfish for this.
he wrapped his arms around you as you cried in his shoulder. your tears burning his soul but it made his heart weep with joy that you would basically throw your arms around him once he initiated the act.
he kept you just like that, close and rubbing your back- telling you gentle comforting phrases to get you to relax.
it wasn't until you said:
"thank you so much kaeya, I never saw you as a comforting type.. I thought maybe you saw yourself better than that but- it's such a relief you're here.. would you have the time to help me around here? please?"
and he couldn't just say no to those pretty eyes filled with tears.
he couldn't be happier that you finally initiated this first.
oh was he excited to be your knight in shining armor.
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Sorry for the bother but do you have. Aplan yet for chapter 8 on the twst series cause I got to invested and I want to eat your writinggggg!!
You left us on the juicest part rahhhhh it was so good plus I dont trust a word out of crowleys mouth and I feel lime theres soemthing gonna happennn
Hiya anon!!
Im currently writing the chapters as I’m replying to you, I estimate 2-3 chapters for the end but for now I’m sticking to 2!
Finals week is coming up so I’m preparing for that as well, but as to relax I’ll be writing out the ending for this story! Thank u sm for being interested!! I appreciate ur support a ton!!♥️♥️
And I can’t say much about the details of the story since I don’t wanna spoil the ending, but I hope it’s a good ending nonetheless 🥺
It has taken me a HOT minute to find a satisfying way to end "leaving on wild charted waters"..
I have finally found an end to this story, but I will either make a short rewritten version of a scenario in where things turned out.. a bit differently.
But yes, I'm finally about to wrap this story up for good reeeaaal soon! Stay tuned!! :)
(you've dated Jeff the Killer since high school and have known him for longer. You stayed even after he became who he is now.. but what if you became stronger than him? what if you became a completely new person entirely? and left your heavy-hearted killer boyfriend to rot?)
(notes: took inspo from fanon Jeff but also tried to write him into his own person of course :) will try to be realistic when it calls for it + took some creative liberties in certain aspects too. I also apologize if the characterization of Jeff and others isn't super fitting.. I'm still getting used to how I want to express them and construct them as characters and the world around them.)
(CAUTION!!!: includes dark/serious themes, mention of murder/death, use of cannab1s, slight implications of s3x, toxic relationships, physical abu$3, possible ooc(?) )
(NOT PROOFREAD)
[part 1/2]
you and jeff are a killer duo.
seriously and figuratively.
you two have always been attracted to each other, a connection you two couldn't see but you both knew it was there.
the older and closer you two got, the more you two realized you had more in common than you two initially assumed..
way, wayyy more in common.
but to skip a long origin story short, let me give you some details on how you and Jeff suddenly got separated in the way that you did.
you see, you and Jeff resided at the Slender Mansion.. mostly just to get Slender off your backs due to you guys finding solidarity and a sense of safety in the deep dark forests, far away from home. it kept you two safe from police, as well as anyone or anything else that could be a threat.
of course, the specific area you went into was territory of the thin and tall boss of the forests.. and you would've been dead meat if you two didn't create a sort of alliance with the deity, not exactly proxies yet you two still had to trade something in return for your lives.. the lives and bodies of others seemed to quell Slenderman's hunger quite well.
nonetheless, tonight was one of those nights in which you and Jeff had to find more lives to take, blood to shed.
this night was different though, as Jeff was currently stuck in your shared room after going through a minor operation at the hands of Eyeless Jack, another being that came and left as he pleased.
"You think he'll recover quick?" You perked up as you watched EJ sew in the last stitch in a cut that reopened earlier as he was helping Jeff into your room, cutting up the thread before standing back as you two stared at your injured boyfriend from beside the bed he laid on.
"Not as quick as you may think," spoke EJ, his calm, raspy, and slightly demonic voice sounding monotone as he isn't intending to comfort you in the slightest but just to inform you.
"Slenderman's healing properties can only work so fast, the rest depends on his own body's will to repair itself."
"Makes sense, with how much the victim fought back and the cops almost got him by a hair.. " you let out a huff through your nose before crossing your arms over your chest and shook your head slightly.
"It has never gotten this bad before..." You murmured before moving away to open the door for EJ to find his way out.
"I know you don't usually accept 'thank you's but, thanks. I owe you one for saving his ass."
"Hm." hummed the blue masked being. He may have the form of a human, and sound like one to a certain extent.. but he doesn't have the feelings of one for all you knew.
"I'm sure you know how to stitch him up again if another injury reopens, I won't be here the rest of the week as I'll be doing my own business elsewhere."
"Got it.." You opened the creaky wooden oak door to let him through, and he left just as fast as he came in.
Closing the door behind you and letting go of the rusty brass door knob, you sighed in exhaustion.
"Yknow, you've been awfully quiet--"
"Shut the fuck up or I'm going to slice your throat."
Your shoulders dropped as soon as you heard Jeff's empty threat escape his throat. You walked closer to him, your shoes making small thuds and the wooden floors creaking beneath your feet.
"There you are." you cooed, finally hearing him talk after being silent the entire time.. incredibly out of character for him yet you were sure the shame of getting as injured as he is now and having to be 'taken care of' definitely got to him.
"I almost started missing you."
"Get my knife, get the rest of your shit, and let's move.. we have people to kill for fucks sake.." Jeff's hoarse voice cracked even further as he attempted to sit up yet the pain coming from his abdomen only caused his nerves his fire up, making him fall back onto the moldy mattress yelping in pain.
"You're absolutely stupid for even thinking you're able to go out tonight Jeff." You proceeded to sit on the empty side of the bed beside him, your hand slowly reaching over to gently caress his brutally cut up cheek yet your lover only harshly smacked it away with the back of his own hand.
"So.. you're telling me you're going to ignore what I fucking telling you to do?" Jeff groveled and huffed in irritation, if he wasn't so incapacitated he'd probably be pulling you by your arm or hair to get you to do what he told you. "Since when have you gotten so brave, doll?"
"Since I followed you and helped you kill your own family that night." You pulled your hand away, reminiscing the night when your Jeff turned into who he is now.
You remembered how much your heart swelled when you saw him covered in his family's blood, his fresh cut up smile and red inflamed burns across his body and face. You continued to love him just as much as you did before he became so disfigured.
He was your religion, and you followed him in devotion.
"Now, we still have to keep our deal with the big boss right? I'll do your kills for the night, then when your better tomorrow we'll finish up whatever else we have to do.. or hell we can just kill for fun to make it up to you, " you hopped off the bed as you spoke and walked over to a wooden rotting vanity in the corner of your room, with drawers that were unable to close and doors that were hanging by their hinges.
Your hand reached over to get an empty crunched up ziplock bag and continued on to walk back to your boyfriend with the object in your hand.
"What do you say? I'll even get you some of the good stuff to make you feel better." you spoke lovingly, your hand with the bag grazing over his misshapen nose as he inhaled it deeply with a faint sense of delight. It still lingered the smell of his favorite thing to smoke and get high off of.. aside from your kisses and affection of course.
"Fuck that smells good.." he mumbled before his beady black eyes then suddenly shot up at you with this look of angry hesitation.
"This is the only damn time I'm ever letting you out of my sight, make it quick, come back, and if you take a fucking second too long I'll get up and drag you back by your hair myself, got it gorgeous?.."
"You won't even have to bother Jeff." you bent over slightly to give him a quick peck on the lips, but just as much as he was addicted to the green he was also addicted to your warmth, your lips, your presence and self.
You couldn't help but have to suddenly sustain your own body weight by resting an arm beside Jeff's head as his own uninjured arm went to grab you by the back of your head to pull you closer in a deeper, much more passionate kiss.
Hearts beating aggressively in a dark passion that was just as fiery and scarlet as the blood you two would spill on the daily, the faint smell of dried blood, mud, and rubbing alcohol reeked as you two struggled to inhale air with your noises clashing against each other, his aggressive and hungry kisses tasting of iron but also of old cigarettes and booze.
Normally this would disgust any one else that wasn't you, but you liked the way he smelled, how he tasted.. it reassured you that this was in fact Jeff, your Jeff.
Eventually, he would finally let you go by harshly pushing you away in order to break the kiss. He knew that if you stayed any longer he was gonna want you all to himself for the rest of the night, as close to him as you physically could.
"Get out of here and get back, ______. Don't make me wait longer than I have to."
You smiled at him, a sweet and sinister little smile that would somehow always get him hard every time you did it.
"You've got nothing to worry about."
two weeks.
two weeks passed since you disappeared that night.
Jeff recovered the night after you left, but you could imagine the absolute horror and rage he felt when he realized you never came back later that night.
With other residents also living in the mansion, residents with personalities and have bits of humanity left similar to Jeff, you can also imagine the slight wave of rumors to those that knew or noticed the two of you in your years in the mansion.
Some say you made a deal with Slender and got to leave, others say that you got kidnapped, that you got brainwashed, caught by police, sacrificed to another higher being, stuck in an asylum or- simply that you died. There were endless possibilities but they all ended the same:
you hung Jeff dry, left his grasp and simply didn't come back.
Jeff would obviously try to get in contact with Slenderman as to know your condition, since he knew that the deity had the consciousness and psyches of every being or person he's made some kind of contact with in his hands.
Although he had to go through one, two, three of Slender's proxies, just to have a word with him somehow.. He would eventually get a word from the big boss through one of his more well known lackeys.
"She's fine, Jeffery. She isn't dead, she hasn't made any deals with him, and she isn't injured to death or whatever." the annoyed and exasperated voice of Masky would echo in the empty halls that the pair stood in, the arms of the mustard-yellow colored jacket would fold over his chest while also being in a sort of stance that expressed the fact that he simply just didn't want to be there.
"Then why the hell is she not back?? Does he know where she could be? If she was kidnapped? If she got arrested or put in a fucking ward?" Jeff yelled in an almost desperate sort of tone yet he would never admit it openly.
"Look, I don't fucking care whether she's alive, dead, stuck in a fucking hole or hell! if she's sucking some other guy's dick that isn't yours! But all I know that is that if she left on purpose he would've already had me or one of the others to get her back, but he hasn't so maybe she's nearby or some shit like that."
Anyone around could see that Jeff was on the verge of reaching over for his knife and cut Masky in half, yet he knew better than to do that to him of all people.
"Does he at least know where she is?? I'll get her myself if I have to just give me a fucking address, some place to know where she could be!.."
If Masky wasn't wearing a mask, he'd probably be rolling his eyes to oblivion, irritated beyond belief at something like this even being a problem.
"No. But as I already fucking said, if he isn't asking one of us to chase her down and get her back then you shouldn't have to overreact the way you are right now." the proxy proceeded to brush past him without a care, but said one last small thing before he left Jeff's vicinity completely.
"By the way, stop bothering the other proxies about this as we could care less about your girlfriend, just get a new one and fuck off!"
Jeff stood there, trembling in an anger he hasn't felt since the day he attacked his bullies and his brother took the blame for it.
He wasn't exactly reassured, but he also knew that he was very limited and there wasn't much he could do.
But he was restless, so you bet your ass he was going to go look for you even if it was just stalking the streets and killing anyone in his wake.
luckily for him, his waiting would end soon enough.
the week after that, he'd get the news of his life.
he'd been killing all week, killing innocents as he usually did but at a quicker and animalistic pace, he would almost get caught this time by the cops yet again but before his spree could continue he received some news thanks to that cheeky voice that would speak to him through the screens.
he would come back to the mansion, battered and bruised beyond belief. the calluses on his hands split and bled, cuts everywhere all old and fresh, he was ruthless in his murders as well as he was careless.
he needed you to ground him, you were the reason as to why he has even been alive for as long as he has.
his hand seemed to be superglued to the handle of his sharpened knife even as he was dragging his legs towards EJ's basement, where he was led to believe he would find what he was looking for.
He aggressively banged on the metal door with his fist in anticipation, not being able to wait any longer than how much he's already had to. The one to answer the door would be Eyeless Jack as it is his "resting" place in the mansion so to speak.
Once the door opened Jeff would quickly push past EJ not needing to be accepted in the space for him to go in.
"Where is she??" he shouted, his voice boasting in the cold concrete room. "I was told you found her, where the fuck is she?"
EJ would calmly close the door before slowly leading Jeff towards a corner of the large space, where a long, clean-white room divider seemed to hide something.
well, more like someone.
That was when Jeff finally saw you, your limp body laying there and your face had this gentle expression you'd usually make when you were sleeping.
Beside you stood Nurse Ann, who was gently cleaning the countless cuts and lacerations you had around your body with several cotton pads and changing gauzes as well.
Jeff's heart fell down to his stomach, he would've started reeling and throwing up if he didn't rush to take a closer look at you only to see that your chest was still rising and falling.
He sighed in relief.
"As you can see, she's alive." spoke EJ as he took a few steps closer, "Nurse Ann found her as she was coming back to the mansion, she found her body laying on the edge of where Slender's territory ends and the rest of forest. She also claims that ______ wasn't there when she left, so she probably appeared a little later that same day."
Jeff's hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch your face with the back of his hand, yet hesitated slightly when his hand could almost feel the warmth of your skin.
But that's when he took a minute to really take in the rest of your appearance.
Your entire body even your face was dirtied in dried mud and soil, your fingernails were dirty and chipped, your arms and cheeks were decorated in scratches and cuts of various sizes, and your clothes.. seemed to have been replaced with a clean hospital gown and your missing shoes were replaced by socks.
EJ continued on, "And so you don't go attacking me, Nurse Ann changed her clothes. According to her they were tattered and beyond repair, and that they were completely soiled in blood."
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(I haven't played twst in a hot minute and I may not have gotten rollo's character down completely well.. so I'm open to suggestions and constructive criticism in his portrayal! also pardon any basic grammar mistakes as I'm trying to warm up in writing again. other than that, thank you so much for reading!)
(not proofread! probably ooc..)
there's something about the way the fire dances tonight.
rollo would often watch the fire in his fireplace dance with a lack of enthusiasm replaced with more of a gentle waltz,
but tonight, the fire seems especially passionate, hungry, and seeks to destroy in the confines of its stone walls.
rollo hated that it looked like that, he felt as if the flames were laughing at him.. teasing him.
it made him regret liking you even more.
he would let out a long big inhale, his lungs taking in the warmth and carbon from the smoke and exhaling as if he just took a huge breath of the freshest spring air. his hands on his lap and away from his pen and paper that he was writing on earlier, his right leg bouncing as it followed the beat to his heart that was panicking ever so slightly-- yet he had the best poker face to hide it.
'deep breath, relax..' he thought to himself, 'no use to panic over something so trivial, this will come then go as fast as it came..'
yes, this poor unfortunate soul was caught in the flames of love, a love that is much stronger than the flames of his fireplace, of his own magic. he just wanted to ignore it, never to admit how bigger it was compared to him.
and as much as he despised it, he just couldn't help himself...
he couldn't help himself the second his eyes caught onto yours, he'd always notice that sparkle in your eyes whenever you'd speak to him or even look his way.
your eyes glistened the same way the sunset would against the water, your smile shined brighter than the Bell of Salvation when the summer sun hits it just right, you're presence gave off the radiance of an angel-- with you just being around it seemed as if his cold dark tower seemed so much brighter, as if he saw heaven's light.
your scent relaxed his muscles and would put him in a relaxed trance like no other, god he didn't even want to remember the day he let you borrow his handkerchief for an hour or less and when you gave it back.. it smelled like you-- reeked like you.
the way you'd look out for him and talk to him softly, he dared to dream you'd even cared for him in the way that you did.
it all made him swoon in ways where he wished he could rid himself of this callous sense of emotion, it almost gave him the urge to find some kind of magic to subdue this like the hypocrite he was.
god, rollo hated you for this. a simple grudge he put above you for making him feel and act this ridiculous and immature.
yet he couldn't lie that it also felt good to be as lightheaded as he was.. only when he had the time to spare. but those were only less than a few times that have happened as he's so hard on himself and his beliefs.
after all, how dare you, how dare you make him lose sight of his righteousness, of his goals to make a better future for all Twisted Wonderland.
he knows what he must do, squash this dream away, kick and hide this secret under a rug, and burn it with nothing but pure hellfire.
(note: I haven’t written anything in awhile, and this is just me trying to get used to writing again ^^ so hopefully this ain’t too bad but thank u for reading if you are!)
(not proofread!)
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why would he trust you?
the infamous prince detective of Japan, a prodigy, a high school student destined for greatness,
and the bastard son of a politician.
of course, no one knew that last part, all anyone knew was simply surface level.
he was handsome, he was incredibly intelligent, and a total sweetheart.
once again, very surface level.
but you knew further than that and it's one of the things he absolutely fucking hates about you
that and the fact that he's had the biggest crush on you as a kid. you were one of the most impactful things and you kept him anchored despite the constant moving of foster homes.
you see, you and akechi were in the same foster system growing up. he would constantly move into different homes for different periods of time-- heck one time you two even got fostered by the same couple!-- until you weren't.. they let you go early because they more or so favored akechi but eventually he was sent back as well simply because the foster families just couldn't "handle" either one of you, let alone both.
you both connected through this, having your own experiences with your biological family that caused you to be in the system with your friend since you could both remember.
as nice as that is, it’s unfortunate how you two were eventually sent to different schools. despite the protesting by the two of you to stick together, the system denied all your requests as so you can both “grow as individuals” and “you two cannot rely on eachother your entire lives” according to them.
despite this, it never kept you two apart.
even during his detective prince days, you two would hang out after school at the nearest cafe or mall. him getting his pancakes and you whatever your heart desires for the day, and you both enjoy it immensely.
you’ve seen his smile, his real genuine smile so many times… more than what you could remember.
but you’ve seen his worst, of course you have. with how long you’ve known him.. how could you not?
sometimes he’d visit you in your place after long nights or weeks of helping the police.. although with how heavy his eye bags seem and his eyes filled with a rage as red as the blood he wishes to spill, blood that he had already spilled..
but of course you didn’t know.
he couldn’t have you know.
over his dead body.
you just knew how angry he is, how much he despises, how spiteful, bitter, harsh,
on his father and himself.
one of those nights when you opened the door to him and he came to you in such a state, he fell into your arms. hugging you tightly than he ever has before.
the smell of your hair and clothes filled his senses and comforted him to another level that reminded him of the softer parts of his childhood, the touch and softness of your pajamas along with the warmth of your body that warmed his cold one felt like he just hugged an angel.
to an extent, you were, at least to him.
“Akechi?..” you mumbled, confused and worried but nonetheless you held him as he broke down on you.
tired and angry tears running down his face. you knew this wasn’t just about being Japan’s prince detective as you knew that he held that position well. that and he was still in his school uniform, he’s almost as neat as you last seen him before with the exception of his face and a few misplaced strands of brown hair.
he didn’t reply to your confusion, but you knew better than to pry too hard to Akechi of all people.
“look.. just come in .. you can stay here for the night. just take it easy okay?..” you spoke as you dragged him inside and closed the door behind you.
you took care of him, fed him, and set him ready for bed.
although he insisted sleeping on your sofa, you insisted on your bed. eventually you both agreed to just share the bed.. and anyone else would see this as scandalous and cheeky but to you two it was nothing but normal and comforting to eachother.
it’s not like you two never shared a bed growing up, especially when you were both fostered together once.
it was moments like these where in fact, he would trust you.
he knows he can, and he does! with all his heart, or well- whatever was left of it. so yes, not only do you have his trust, but you have him his whole life in your hands.
it would truly be a shame if you lost him..
which is why when you started getting involved in his secrets, secrets he swore to himself he didn’t want you to know.
you started interacting with people he despised and were out to get, you got yourself close and tidy with them it almost made him jealous— it was only until he found out that you knew about the cognitive world where he realized you just knew too much..
all while your efforts went into getting him to stop in any way you could and bring him back ‘home’— you were just a second too late, and all of a sudden he’s ‘gone’..
“you could have him back, he doesn’t have to be gone! you could live your lives together peacefully, no worries or tribulations. only issues you’d ever have to ever deal with is those that come with a simple life.. what do you say, _______?”
you just simply couldn’t refuse the offer that Maruki would give to you to get your other half back. he caught you in a state where you went through your days sobbing in Akira’s attic or in the empty tables of Cafe Blanc, he knew you were in pain, and promised to take it all away.
you would think— would he want to stay dead? if he was dead.. would you ignore his wishes for yours?..
well, you already knew the answer to that, and you said it with full confidence.
forgot that this is a side blog to separate from my main just to freely indulge with thoughts of my oc through posts, whether it be high quality or utter shit
admittedly though... my hyperfixation has dwindled a bit (because I love to focus on multiple interests, which i post abt on my main...) I'm positive that my interest with hh will come back full force by either new inspiration or by the time season 2 comes out
ANYWAys I still love Elise very much, my beloved scrunkly that I still wanna explore when I can!
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