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"I SEE YOU ANGEL 💗"

sorry i'm reposting this because i got the tattoo wrong and missed some piercing 😭😭💗💗

SHAME ON MEEE 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

WIP Snippets

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I was trying to be strong, I really was, but I’ve been working on this for over a month. In fact, the reason I wrote the Hanahaki AU was because it was a quick break from this lol. So, because I’m nice I’ll share a couple snippets here (totally not just so I can motivate myself again, what are you talking about? :)))))

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I understand and I hate it. Because I’ve been there too. I am there. 

You practically occupy my every waking thought. I want to be close to you so badly that I don’t think I'll be satisfied until I’ve practically crawled under your skin. Until I know that I own you, completely and utterly.’ 

His eyes widened. Like an animal recognising one of its ilk, its kin.

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Oleanders were also a symbol of complicated love to boot. And this shit was nothing if not complicated.

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‘I’ll ‘87 your arse, if you’re not careful. See how well you do without a frontal lobe,’ they grumbled under their breath. ‘Add that to the canon lore…’ 

‘‘M sure it’d give Matpat aneurysm,’ he soothed, indulgently. 

‘Condescending prick.’ 

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They couldn’t answer and they both knew it. 

Instead, they laughed, schadenfreude colouring their tone. Fuck, we’re just a pair of simps. Violent, overly-controlling simps, who desperately need to check themselves into the nearest psych ward, but simps regardless. The rope burn of gallows humour was a distraction from their warring emotions welcomed with open, greedy arms. Christ, we need so much help.

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[Redacted] delicately cupped their face, running his thumb over their skin reverently, like he could see the cracks lurking just underneath. Like he could gild them in gold and make them whole again. Or like he could gleefully grab a sledgehammer and make them worse. 

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Angel… Look at me.They lifted Aster’s chin, forcing them to look him in the eye. They needed to see this. There is nothing y’could ever do that would make me care about you any less. You could say y’wanna burn the whole world down and I would be the first to offer you a lighter. 

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Did I maybe get a little carried away in choosing which snippets to impart? Yes. Do I really care? No. 

Have fun trying to figure out the story lol

WIP progress update

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I thought I would be done by now. I though, 'oh, this'll be cute. A little fucked up because I live for messed up character dynamics but short and sweet.' I underestimated the task I chose to subject myself to.

I have working on this for approximately 2 months. My Google document is now 29 pages long. I want to die /j

And I feel bad for the like five people who saw and liked my other post about my upcoming fic as this taking forever (I feel worse for my followers on Reddit; I've had a few ideas for things but nothing I've started properly writing out, poor sods). So, I'll be including another couple of snippets, the fanfic's title and a possible AU idea.

The fanfic itself is called A Star Is Just A Black Hole Waiting To Happen ([Redacted] x Recovering!Yandere) and it is a yan x yan pairing.

Here are a few more snippets to tide anyone over that actually wants to read this lol

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I hacked Teo’s Tesla and drove it into Lake Bluemoss.

Bullshit.

‘I did. Hold on…’ He fished his phone out his pocket and, after a few moments of inaudible muttering and tapping away, he turned it so they could see. Sure enough, displayed proudly on the screen was a picture of a half-submerged car in a lake, taken from relatively far away, with what looked suspiciously like a surprisingly panicked Teo in the background. ‘Told you,’ he crowed, triumphantly. 

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They reached up and carefully carded calloused fingers through his hair, revealing dark roots peeking through. Your poor hair. It must be fried to Hell and back. Please tell me you use coconut oil or-. Aster’s heart thundered in their throat, as [Redacted] leaned into the sensation, eyes fluttering shut. He gently gripped their wrist, holding them there. A silent plea for them to stay. A plea they couldn’t bring themself to refuse. Instead, all they could do was huff in amusement. Something. You really are like an overgrown cat, you know that? He said nothing, only nuzzling into them further.

And then suddenly, he pitched forward. Only for you. He burrowed themself against their shoulder, breath ghosting against their neck. Only ever f’you.

They leaned their head against his, fingers idly toying with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. I know. I know.

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How did you want to crush her? He goaded. He was greedy. He needed to hear this.

Their lips curled in displeasure and, in the low gloom, their grimace looked like it was filled with blood-rimmed teeth.

‘I wanted to throttle her. Maybe slam her head into the fucking concrete.’ There was something bright and brilliant and vicious in their eyes, blazing like a supernova, as their nails dug into his cardigan. Spittle and acid pooled in their mouth. Before their eyes widened with realisation and they composed themself again. They bowed their head to hide their face, as they felt it heat up and crumple in embarrassment. Horror and shame curled in their stomach at their sudden outburst. ‘Sorry.’ (fix)

Don’t apologise, he soothed. His tone was agonisingly warm and promised patience as dauntless and unending as the void. It made Aster’s head hurt. Y’have nothing to apologise f’r. You know I would do the same for you.

(They stared at his jumper, the cable knit pattern suddenly deeply fascinating. Knitting had never made sense to them. Nor had he.

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And an AU idea: I'm thinking of writing a Magnus Archives!AU, with [Redacted] being an avatar of the Spiral. I was originally thinking the Web, given his manipulative tendencies and canonical liking of spiders, but I think the Spiral would be more in line with canon abilities. These include distorting his appearance, the world around him and the overall narrative. He doesn't merely manipulate, he deceives. So, it seems like a better fit but feel free to disagree. Instead, maybe he can be deeply marked by the Web (and possibly the Eye, given his whole thing for surveillance cameras and keeping constant tabs on Angel) as a little treat :)

I am really sorry this is taking way longer than I expected. I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone when it comes out, even if it is just because of wait time alone lol Or shitty writing. More likely shitty writing.

Sickening Satisfaction || 14dwyOneshot

crazy(?)!Mc, Gn!Mc, cw!child abuse, cw!gore (I dont go too much into detail, tried to leave it vague and up to the readers' interpretation), cw!sadism, may be ooc! All characters, except a few nameless ones, and Rowan, are @cutiesigh's

"Hah..." A tired sigh escapes your lips.

Another day is over... agh.. i could really go for a latte right now.

Stepping out of the library, you tie your hoodie around your waist, the humid, salty air enveloping your body, as the cool feeling of the ac from inside, fades.

As you near your favorite cafe, you see a tall, brown-haired man, yelling at who you think are his two kids. Right outside the cafe.

You glance around confusedly, wondering what happened, and why no one seems to be intervening, or caring about the full blown, one-sided screaming match going on.

The two girls look only about 11 and 8, respectively. Both their expressions mixed.

The older of the two defiantly glaring into the eyes of the man. Their eyes filled with annoyance and anger.

The younger simply staring dazedly at their feet, their hands fiddling nervously behind their back.

You quickly walk over, maybe it's stupid, and none of your business, but something just felt off about the whole thing.

The man notices you walking over to them, and his expression seems to relax.

The older sibling flinches, stepping back to hold the hand of the younger.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you." He smiled calmly, "My kids were just acting up."

"I don't know what they did, sir, but yelling at them like that-" You start, concern in your voice.

"Look, they were being bratty in the cafe, I'm just being a good parent." The man cuts you off sharply, smile wavering, "I'm sure you'd understand if you had kids of your own."

The last sentence came off a bit... condescending. Am I being too sensitive?

A mocking snort comes form the older sibling, as they start walking off, their sibling in tow. The smaller one giving a frightened glance back at their father.

The brown-haired man shakes his head, "Kids are a hassle, haha", he joked, as if he hadn't yelled and screamed at his kids so openly, and instead had teased them and watched them get childishly offended.

Is... Is it normal to brush something like that as a joke?

You mused, weirded out by the encounter.

You stared at the cafe for a few seconds, before realizing your now lack of appetite.

Dismayed, you decided to walk back to your apartment, mulling over what happened along the way.

"It was just.. weird." You trailed off, finishing your story of the whole encounter, "I just feel like.. something was wrong? It that invasive? Am I being nosy or something?" Your voice added quickly, trying to explain the unease you felt.

"N-no! What?" Ren said, reassurance in his voice, "That's a pretty strange way to react after yelling at your kids like that..." he looked off into the distance a bit, as if remembering something, but quickly looked back at you, smiling warmly as they drowned you (ⱠØVł₦₲ⱠɎ) with attention.

You gave them a skeptic look, your thoughts of him having a bias on you written clearly on your face.

"R-really! I-I'm sure if you noticed something was off, y-you're right!" He exclaimed, giving you a shy, but serious, smile.

"Thank you, Ren. Really..." You mumbled, finally believing him, "It means a lot having a friend like you by my side"

"A-anytime, Angel."

His voice echos in your ear, the genuine emotion in those two words, succeeding in making your heart skip a beat.

Quickly excusing yourself for the night, and ending the call, you sigh, hoping they didn't notice your blushing mess of a face before you managed to hang up.

Maybe... he's more than just a friend...

Tapping away on the old, clacky Microsoft Dell keyboard all libraries seem to have, you hear a small *ding*, from the 'Help' desk beside you.

"Oh! Hi, I'm Y/n, how can I assist- " Your voice pauses in shock as you see the same 11-year-old from yesterday, standing before you.

Are they here alone? An 11-year-old? Not even their sister is here...

They seem to notice your weird look, and grip their arm uncomfortably. It's.. much different from the tough persona you saw them take on yesterday.

"...I just needed some help looking for a book, s-sorry." They quickly blurt out. They didn't seem to recognize you from the day before.

"Ah.. sure! And you don't need to apologize, I'm always here to help!" You say with a gentle smile.

They nod, their expression relaxing, giving you an awkward but comfortable smile.

"So what kind of book are you looking for... uh.. sorry, can I get your name?" You asked.

"Oh, it's Rowan, and uh.. maybe a book on...herbs?" Rowans' eyes darted to the left, trying to remember what they needed, "M-More specifically the kind for wounds, broken bones, stuff like that??"

Wounds? Broken bones?

It was concerning for a 11-year-old to be thinking about stuff like this...right?

Something is definitely up, I don't think I can ignore this.

Still, even though you're 100% sure something is up, you lead them to the correct aisle and point out a few on topic books that an 11-year-old could handle.

You hate to remind them of something that might make them uncomfortable, but the question in your head kept rebounding anytime you tried to push it back.

You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the poor kid to run off or to glare coldly at you, refusing to say anything.

"Rowan... I was there yesterday, at the cafe." You tell them, calmly and gently, desperately trying to not make them defensive.

Sadly, your approach doesn't seem to work completely, as their eyes immediately glaze over with a critical look.

"That was you?" Rowan's hands were shoved inside their hoodie pockets, as they bit the corner of their lips in embarrassment. Their face a humiliated and distrustful mix of emotion.

"Ah...yes, it was." You hesitate to talk about it more, but realize that what Rowan is going through... could be serious.

"Rowan, are you okay?" You ask, gently, but seriously.

"I..." They start aggressively, before pausing, their guard against you melting away.

The tough exterior they put up disappeared again, and you saw Rowan for what they truly were, a kid, hurting and in need of help.

"I'm.. not okay." Rowan admitted, their eyes glossing over with unspilt tears, "I.. I hate him. He isn't my dad. He's a monster."

Each word that came out of their mouth stung your heart. You continued to listen, your hate for the brown-haired man growing by the second.

"We stopped by the cafe because he wanted coffee." Rowan said, shakily, wiping away their tears, "We were just hungry and wanted a snack to eat. He didn't have to.. why did he.." Rowan huffed, holding back an angered sob.

"Why don't we go back to my desk and talk about it? I.. could give you some tissues." You suggested.

Rowan nodded, smiling gratefully.

"So that's what happened." You finished, once again telling Ren what happened, biting down angrily on a chocolate croissant (or whatever pastry you prefer).

Ren had a sympathetic look in his eyes, and an un-characteristicly dark frown.

"I-it was kind of you to help them, Angel.", He said, softly, looking at you with affection, "You should definitely report this to Social Services."

You frown, gently disagreeing, "Rowan's mom is too scared to leave him, and I'm sure he could pressure her into lying about how Rowan's sibling got a fractured wrist."

"Their mom would be powerless in a divorce, or a custody battle..." You add, feeling immense helplessness.

You hated to admit it... but you felt like Rowans' father... shouldn't live. It scared you, but you just couldn't see Rowans' father as a thinking, conscious, human being.

What kind of person would break their kids' wrist over asking for a snack?

The dark emotions stirred inside you, refusing to die down.

"Rowan doesn't deserve this, their mom and sibling don't, either." You hissed, "Rowans' father should die.", You say, complete and open, as your feelings of disgust and frustration, mount.

It takes a second for the weight of your words to hit you, and you look up awkwardly at Ren, not knowing what to say, or if you came off a bit too strong.

So you just stuff your mouth with the rest of the croissant, hoping you can both agree to ignore that comment.

Ren looks at you, wide eyed, before breaking the silence, "A-are you.. sure?"

"A- about him deserving to die?", You almost choke, swallowing your food before continuing, "If so.. then yea. I full-heartedly believe that thing... doesn't deserve to live after all the emotional and physical damage he's caused."

Ren looked off the the side, "You're really an angel, aren't you? How could someone as selfless as you exist..", before turning back to smile at you.

"I.. I know s-some people on the d-dark..w-web." He said, sheepishly, before quickly stuttering out a string of apologies, "A-a-a-a... s-sorry! P-please don't ask.. "

"It's fine! I.. I'll do anything to help out that kid. People like that... absolutely disgust me." You mutter with an infuriated tone.

"I..I s-see." Ren, perked up a bit, smiling at you, "I'll p-pick you u-up tomorrow..i-if that works-"

You nod your head, helping Ren clean the table at the cafe you were sitting down at, before leaving the cafe together, and Ren walking you to your apartment.

Closing the door behind you.. you can't help but feel eager.

Eager to rid the world of one less abusive psycho

(ɎØɄ ₵Ø₦Vł₦₵Ɇ ɎØɄⱤ₴ɆⱠ₣)

Waves of anticipation flow through your hands as you imagine cutting that piece of shit open. Making him feel 10 times the pain he caused to those around him.

The look of despair his pathetic face will have, and how Rowan and their family will be free from that things' clutches, will make everything worth it.

Seems like I've learned a lot about Ren this week

You realized that, while hugging onto his waist, on his motorcycle. A motorcycle you didn't know he had until tonight.

And you didn't really hate having to hold onto his waist though.

He feels way more.. muscle-y than I thought... I mean- it's not like I think about touching him like that-

You snap out of you chain of thought, as Ren gently stops his motorcycle in front of a warehouse.

It's grey concrete walls, dancing with multi-colored graffiti art, seem to call out for you, in some sick, twisted way.

But following Rens' silent lead, you stop at the entrance.

"This...wouldn't be breaking and entering, right? Ironically.. I don't .. want to break the law," You chuckled, a bit nervously.

"Pfft- No.. D-don't worry.. I- M-my f-friend is letting us use this place." Ren said, giving you a reasuring smile, motioning for you to come inside.

The interior of the building was more organized than you imagined, On one side of the warehouse, were operating tables, separated by curtain. And some other medical equipment.

Was that a cell salvage machine??

On the other, was various equipment, some stuff you could recognize, like a tripod camera, and others that were unfamiliar to you. It seemed pretty high-tech , from the look of it all.

With a soft smile on his face, Ren pushed back the curtains in front of one of the operating tables, revealing the brown-haired man.

Rowans' father was gagged and strapped into place, his wide blue eyes staring at you in terror, as muffled pleads tried and failed to escape his mouth.

"There are...tools... on the left." Ren pointed out to you, before setting up a few expensive cameras at different angles, some audio equipment, and (₳₴ ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳₴ ⱧɆ Ⱨ₳₮ɆĐ ₮Ø) handed you a fox mask to keep your identity safe.

Giving them a dumbfounded glance, he smiled (ł₦ ₳₦ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ₳ⱤØɄ₴ɆĐ ₩₳Ɏ) excitedly.

Ren grinned, "I..-I had a great idea, w-while we were on our way here, why not..l-live stream this? A-any donations that come through c-could go to... Rowans' family.." (ⱧɆ ₴₳Ɏ₴ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ⱤɆⱠɄ₵₮₳₦₮ⱠɎ)

Your eyes lit up, and you nod in agreement, about to reply, when-

"MGHHMPPH"

Your captive makes itself known again.

"Livestream started." Ren says with a smile in their tone.

Back to the cameras, you lift the mask onto your face, everything but your (₵ØⱠĐ) eyes hidden from sight.

"Lets start with an eye~." You mumble, loud enough for the mics to pick up, as your oblivious prisoner stares helplessly as you pick up a pin...

3̳.̳.̳.̳

2҉...

1̷.̷.̷.̷

₲₳₥Ɇ ₴₮₳Ɽ₮!

<<The remains of an eye are thrown away into a bucket>>

<<Ren enthusiastically reads a few comments and conditions for donations>>

<<The gag comes off, pained swearing and desperate threats loudly echo in the room>>

<<You equip yourself with a scalpel>>

<<Cries and pleading fill the room>>

<<Ren tries and fails to stifle their laughter>>

<<More ₳₦Đ ₥ØⱤɆ blood fills the bucket>>

<<The chat goes wild>>

<<After 30 minutes, the only sounds in the room are Rens' encouragement and the ₴₵ⱤɆ₳₥ł₦₲ ₳₦Đ ₵ⱤɎł₦₲ Ø₣ ɎØɄⱤ Vł₵₮ł₥>>

<<After 60 minutes, the last ₴ØɄ₦Đ₴ Ø₣ ฿ⱤɆ₳₮Ⱨł₦₲ fade>>

₵Ø₦₲Ɽ₳₮₴!

ɎØɄ ₩ł₦!

I woke up this morning, and had the immediate thought of “What if I did 14DWY as a Jojo meme?”

So this is the results.

@14dayswithyou Behold.

14 Days With You is a 18+ VN MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

I'm very normal about Ren

He’s so cute ÚwÙ

(please give me more game recommendations)

POV you asked Ren to take off the hair clips :p

Photo dump as my brain further sinks into “emo boy cosplaying weeb stuff for you” obsession

Welcome to today’s episode of Ren brainrot (feat. Vaporwave)? Anyway e-boy or weeb cosplay? Either way he can step on me I don’t even care

This was mostly trying out that 3D effect on the lines then it spiraled out of control:)

Not suspicious at all if I do say so myself ÚwÙ

As I was lounging about, I had this idea, what if Angel was buff, super into fitness and manhandled Ren thus giving me a little story inspo~

Ren/dacted x [Fitness Freak/ Gym Rat ] GN-Angel

(Ren Fluff) (proofread)

Word count-1278

Its sfw

(The characters belong to @14dayswithyou )

Short summary- It’s a Ren/dacted fluff. Angel is a fitness freak and doesn’t like Ren eating unhealthy food. So they punish Ren by making him drink their special breakfast smoothie

(Also I’ve made Angel a ‘Brawns over Brains’ type of character, and comically exaggerated their strength)

TW-Mentions of Calories, weight

Anything For You, My love

‘Slink…grab’ ‘Slink….grab’

The fluorescent pink yoyo bounced and wound back into Ren’s grasp, as he laid on his back lazily, long legs half dangling down the edge of the bed. His baby blue eyes burned holes on his bedroom door as he wearily stared at his handiwork. The new hinges securing the door looked stronger than the last. But he couldn’t be sure, so he had also stacked a chair against the door for extra measure.

‘Any minute now’,he thought. As if on cue a pair of heavy footsteps thudded on the hardwood floor, as they approached his room. An almost nervous smile broke onto his face as he waited, face scrunched up with anticipation at the complete uncertainty of the situation. His posture straightened and he sat cross-legged on the bed, watching, waiting like a big curious cat.

Knock Knock Knock

A loud rap at his door made his lips quirk up as he answered, “What’s the matter Angel?” He said in a feigned innocent voice.

“You know what! Now open up”, the low voice demanded.

“And what if I don’t?” Ren teased, enjoying it a tad more than necessary. A hint of a smirk lighting up his features.

“Then you leave me no choice RenRen”, they sighed mockingly as they cracked their knuckles.“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you okay hon?”

‘Huh…no way…not again. They wouldn’t dare’ Ren thought as he peacefully closed his eyes and relaxed into the body-pillow covered with his Angel’s large hoodie. ‘They’re bluffing right…right?!” He opened one eye, a little nervous at the ominous silence in the hallway.

But the silence didn’t last long as a loud BAM followed by a CRASH almost made Ren jump out of his bed. The keyword being almost. The door to his room flew off of its hinges, as he stared stoically at the chair sprawled on the floor of his bedroom. His Angel stood over the remnants of the door with a self-satisfied smirk on their face. Smug little devil

“I can’t believe you actually did it Angel’, he murmured laughing beside himself, God how could he not adore such a crazy cinnamon roll?!

“And I can’t believe you snuck in an entire box of Ramen, when I threw away your last stash just yesterday. I swear if I didn’t love you, I would've…”, Angel trailed off and pinched the bridge of their nose in exasperation. Acting all patronizing as if they didn’t just forcefully enter a room by breaking through a door.

Ren’s eyes lit up half in amusement and half in excitement as he practically leapt out of his bed and wrapped a big arm around Angel’s waist.

Bending down he whispered, his lips almost touching the shell of Angel’s ear teasingly, “Complete the sentence my Angel. You would’ve what? Punished me?” He leaned back only to throw a maddening smirk towards them purposely riling his little firecracker.

They let out a bark of laughter as they simply stared at the pink-haired man, peeved at his baiting, “You would like that wouldn’t you? No but I’ve planned something much much better darling” They smiled condescendingly as they wrapped their arms around his waist, circling him in their embrace like a trap.

“Do you have any idea how unhealthy that is…you practically inhale that trash like it’s some godsend treat. And DO NOT get me started on those damned energy drinks”, Angel rambled, speaking absentmindedly about calories and whatnot, huffily.

What Angel didn’t know was that he was enjoying every little second of this conversation. His heart thudded wildly at the simple intimacy of their actions. ‘My Angel worries about me’ he mused.

To say Ren was whipped would be the understatement of the century. No, he was devoted to his Angel.

‘Aha! Gotchu!’ Angel smiled inwardly sensing Ren’s distraction.They didn’t miss a beat as they swiped a foot under Ren’s feet and knocked him off balance carrying that bulking man on their shoulders, in a fireman’s carry, as if he weighed nothing.

“Ah!” He let out a surprised yelp, but then let his Angel manhandle him, fondly surrendering to their wild antics. He mumbled half to himself, “Sometimes I can’t believe how such a small thing can pack so much strength”, his body shook with laughter as he swatted Angel’s bum playfully.

“Oi hands to yourself mister…right now you are nothing but a sack of potatoes”, Angel ordered as they carried the man towards the kitchen.

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow, a smile dancing on his lips in amusement, “But I’m your sack of potatoes right Angel?”

Angel groaned rolling their eyes at Ren, but a small grin crept on their face. They too enjoyed these little moments between them, but they wouldn’t admit it to Ren’s face. The man was already so full of himself.

“I’m not answering that. And who are you calling small? Sure I’m a little shorter than you, but I’ve got a sleeper’s build. Annnnd I lift double your weight”, Angel huffed.

With a flourish they dropped Ren on one of the chairs lining the dining table. And went to grab whatever that they had left on the kitchen counter.

“So what is this much better-than-punishment-thingy you have prepared for me, my Angel?” Ren asked, swinging his legs like a child as he stared at his Angel, filling two mugs with a pitcher, emptying the entire contents.

Wearily his eyes scanned his kitchen, studying the crime scene. Broccoli, chicken breast, spinach, oranges, asparagus,kiwi, honey and eggs lay haphazardly strewn across the marble countertops. He stiffened, already knowing what his Angel was up to.

“Here” Angel smiled innocently as they slid the mug full of what looked like sludge—there was no better way to put it—towards him and clinked their mug with his as they winked cheekily,“Cheers RenRen”

Ren almost balked as Angel downed the whole thing in one long gulp. “Angel…what is it?” He asked reluctantly

“My breakfast smoothie duh…I made the recipe myself…here take a look” they said excitedly as they slid the piece of paper across the table towards him.

Ren flinched inwardly as he read the ingredients, surely enough his suspicions were spot on. His Angel had poured all the ingredients on the counter into a blender and made this poison smoothie.

“Darling, this recipe should be censored destroyed pronto, we don’t want people stealing this abomination treasure” Ren chuckled nervously scratching the back of his neck as he stared at the mug with apprehension.

“That so?”, Angel smiled knowingly, as they leaned back folding their arms across their chest. “Then taste it and tell me how you like it” they challenged, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Ta-taste it Angel? Why, I wanna preserve it like the treasure it is. Pass it down to our children like an heirloom”, he said slowly inching the mug away from him.

Angel maintained a stoic expression, resisting the urge to burst into laughter at their RenRen’s cuteness.

They leaned forward, propping their chin on their hands as an idea formed into their mind. Angel pouted, jutting their bottom lip out as they stared at Ren with puppy dog eyes, “You won’t have it? But I made it especially for you. It’s so healthy. Pretty please?” They mumbled and put on a convincing show, batting their eyelashes and all.

Angel almost broke the façade ready to tease Ren, when he leaned ahead, grabbed the mug and downed the smoothie in one go, startling Angel. They couldn’t believe that Ren actually drank it. They were only teasing him, but he really did it.

As Angel regarded Ren with wonder, tilting their head to the side, the pink haired man simply beamed at them and whispered, “Anything for you my love”

14 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕-

1) [Redacted]'s Christmas miracle

2) Anything for you my love

3) 14 days with you Royal AU (ongoing series):

Part-1 : Wedding and Warning bells

Part-2 : The Evasive Enemy

4) Sonnet 18 (Conan fic)

14 Days with you Royal Au (ongoing series) [Pairings- Enemy Duke! Redacted x GN Reader] [Word count- 1768] [Tags- Angst, Smut] [A/N- Previously posted in the 14dwy discord server. Redacted belongs to @14dayswithyou]

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Part 1 : Wedding and Warning bells

Three months. You kept reminding yourself, repeating like a mantra under your breath, that you had to keep up this charade for only three months. You stared at your scantily clad figure in the ornate mirror while the chambermaid brushed your hair preparing you for the first night with the draconian Duke. The black silk robe barely covered your skin, yet you looked the very picture of elegance. Fit for a partner of the highest ranking noble in the country.

The chambermaid smiled ruefully at you as if understanding your dilemma. She lit scented candles around the vast expanse of the room and drew a bath for the newlyweds, then bowed and left the marital chamber, leaving you to sit in the middle of the plush poster bed.

Just as you were starting to get comfortable, you heard the heavy set of footfalls muffled by the soft carpet lining the room. With a creak, the big double doors opened and he walked in. 

When his cold azure eyes met yours in a searing gaze, you were pulled back to the moment this very morning, when you were standing opposite this enigmatic man on the altar. The moment that changed everything. 

Your family hailed from the oldest noble clans in the kingdom. Once respected, now barely making ends meet. Your father was a proud man. He struggled to keep up appearances but refused to accept the defeat of his house. So when the tyrannical Duke of their rival clan graced his doorstep, asking for the hand of his oldest child in marriage he was enraged, to say the least. The audacity of the arrogant man to ask for his beloved child when the young Duke himself was responsible for their clan’s downfall. 

But it was you who convinced your father that this marriage was a chance to take revenge on the Duke’s family. To overthrow them and break their power, weakening it from the inside. 

You expected the Duke, notorious for his shrewd tactics, his beast-like prowess on the battlefield, and his rumored blood lust, to be brusque and brutish. Lecherous even. You were prepared for everything. This was like a war for you, and you were ready to give up your body and chastity for it. But nothing in the world would have prepared you for the cold yet hauntingly beautiful, icy blue eyes looking at you, as he gently lifted your veil. 

You don’t know what expression you wore when you exchanged the heavy yet empty vows of eternal love with him, but it was as if he had read your mind. You were expecting him to take every opportunity to use his new prized possession. But when he leaned in for your first kiss as a couple, a melodious chuckle escaped his cherry-tinted lips and he whispered, so only you could hear, “You hate me that much Angel?” before landing a soft kiss on your forehead instead.

How confusing. Were you wrong about holding preconceived notions about this mysterious man? No, you stifled a bitter laugh. He was your enemy. The reason why you had to see your father cry for the first time in his life. You straighten your posture waiting, as he prowled near the bed, leisurely trailing his fingers along the silk sheets as he walked towards you.

You plastered on a smile, revenge was the only thought echoing in your heart. Yes. He was a man at the end of the day. A power-hungry dictator at that. Men like him had voracious appetites. He was bound to slip. And you would love to break him piece by piece, even if you had to use your body for it. If he thought himself a predator, then you would be the sweet bait luring him towards his end. There was no place for anything else. No place for any doubts.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk, and he placed one hand around your waist. A slender finger looped the soft string of the robe covering your modesty and pulled. 

The cold air caressed your body, which was now bare for him to see. His blue eyes boldly regarded you from your head to the toes, yet his face betrayed no emotions.

If he was affected at all by your sight, he hid it well. The only thing that showed his hunger was his slightly heavy breathing and the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he stood there silently. The air crackled with anticipation. 

‘Just get this done and over with!’ you found yourself thinking. But you couldn’t hold back the yelp that escaped you when suddenly, he wrapped strong arms around your shoulder and under your legs pulling you into a bridal carry.

You stared confused, as he walked deeper inside the room and pushed aside the curtains to reveal the opulent bathtub. The air was heady with the aroma of mint essential oil. A soft steam rose from the hot water ready for a bath. 

He looked at you, eyes peering so deep into yours, silently asking for your permission. When you nodded your head in assent, he crouched, gently placing you in the welcoming embrace of the hot water. You half expected him to leave you there, with the way he flitted around the room in an almost bored fashion. 

But then he returned to your side, carrying a small bottle of scented oil and a washcloth. His eyes never left yours as he uncorked the bottle putting droplets of red liquid into the bath.

The water bubbled and the air around you soon turned sweeter with the perfumed scent of cherries. He stood to his full towering height and slowly, deliberately looped his fingers around the strings of his black silk robe, unfastening the material and sliding it off his shoulder as if giving you a show.

And your traitorous eyes followed the offensive piece of cloth as it slipped languorously from his wide shoulders, down his slim waist, towards his plump and shapely rear, and finally descending to his long legs to pool around his feet. 

You simply couldn’t comprehend why you were finding it increasingly difficult to remove your eyes from him. To make matters worse, the pompous man stretched languidly, a sly glint in his eyes as he watched your throat work slightly at the sight he presented. And surely what a sight it was. Wide shoulders, strong pecs, abs that lined the way towards that delicious v that sat there like a prelude to his impressive manhood. 

You jolted out of this debauched train of thought, mentally slapping yourself at the act. ‘Focus…remember why you’re here’ you chided yourself, biting down on your lip hard, tearing your gaze away from that devilishly handsome man.

‘Yes, that’s what he is. A temptation, best remember that’

“Make room” he ordered, his voice was husky, and the baritone reverberated deep to your bones, making you shiver despite the hot water covering your body. It was the voice of someone who was made to be obeyed. To be pandered to. You moved a little and he climbed in, sloshing the water around as he settled behind you, pulling you between his long legs and resting your back flush against his chest.

He was so close, it made a blush rise to your cheeks. Strangely this was more intimate than any carnal act you imagined him to perform. The silent sensuality he possessed as his fingers combed through your hair, made your breath come out in pants, leaving small puffs of smoke in the overheated room and he hadn’t even begun yet.

He grabbed the washcloth and rubbed slow circles on your back. Brushing a calm path on your neck, to your chest, onto your stomach, and just as you thought he’d touch you there, his hand stopped. You bit your tongue, desperately holding back the frustrated groan that was about to leave your mouth.

For a small while, he laved your body with warm scented water, thoroughly cleaning, and pampering you. But then his patterns changed. He discarded the washcloth and used his palms instead to rub and massage your shoulders and neck, occasionally teasing near your rear and the inside of your thighs but never truly touching where you wanted him the most. Yes, wanted.

You hummed in contented bliss, all coherence already long evaporated from your mind. And soon his lips began to chart the area where his hands had been. You leaned back further into the welcoming cage of his strong arms when your lower half pressed against his long length, and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. 

And then you did something surprising both him and yourself. You lifted your rear and ground it slowly along the girth of his manhood. A soft hiss escaped him echoing in the small room, and his hand gripped your shoulder tightly, pulling you back into him as he turned your face with his other hand to stare into your eyes.

“Angel” he muttered, voice rough with lust and something more primal that he held in. “Don’t play with fire, when you are so afraid to get burned” and somehow it felt like a warning and a plea at the same time. He sighed and ducked to press a soft kiss to your cheek. His long black hair seemed like a dark halo atop his head. 

You smiled to yourself, ‘He calls me an angel, yet himself resembles one. A fallen angel’

He rose, and you wearily eyed his raging erection begging to be touched. But he swiftly wrapped both your naked bodies in velvet robes and carried you back towards the bed. 

He placed you down on the feather-soft pillow. The handsome man towered above you, hands on either side of your face, as he stared, having an internal battle with himself. Unable to resist, you opened your mouth, uttering the first words you ever said since you stepped into his world. Your first words to him, “Why didn’t you take me?” 

He was startled. Then his features softened, and his cold palm cupped your cheek. “Not like this”, he replied. 

Then rising, he lay behind you, pulling the covers over both of your bodies as he hugged you from behind. “I’ll have you when the time is right. When you come to me first Angel” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair. Sighing, you melted into his embrace. Finally realizing that maybe you were wrong, after all. Maybe you had left some space unguarded in your heart. Enough for him to creep in.

[part -2]

haha kiddo ren *breakdowns with the childhood ring accident*

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Ultimamente no he podido dibujar porque estoy ocupadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

PERO!!!!!!!! Habia hecho un bocetito de Ren y quise hacer tambien a [REDACTED], porque a mi me gustan los eb0is, el fue la razon por la que quise seguir jugando

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talk about this mf so often and its been ages since ive drawn him..... who let them be this pretty

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