stay in his good graces | Ferid Bathory by spaceyacey, literature
Literature
stay in his good graces | Ferid Bathory
stay in his good graces.
“Is something wrong, my love?” Ferid wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back and resting his chin on your shoulder.
You ignore the sickening feeling of his ice-cold hands and emit a quiet “no.”
His lips find your neck and pepper a few pecks here and there. You occasionally feel the smooth surface of his teeth, bared against your skin, though you know he won’t dare draw any blood. He’d made it clear that the last thing he’d want to do is hurt you (at least intentionally.)
He kisses you one last time before leaving your side. You turn around to
wouldn't want to II | tetsuya kuroko by spaceyacey, literature
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wouldn't want to II | tetsuya kuroko
wouldn't want to II.
The manor-house is grand, of course. A cast-iron gate spans widely, elegantly framing the manicured gardens and polished terraces surrounding the main building. The said structure is old, dark, and perfectly maintained; a prized antique of sorts. Stark-white columns and shimmering embellishments juxtapose artfully against the tar-black slate roof.
The coach comes to a complete stop parallel to the front door. A sharply dressed butler greets the pair as they exit the carriage, handling their baggage and guiding them into the main foyer.
"Sir, Madam," the servant bows, "The master is awaiting you in the parlor. Shall I a
care about you | persona 5 protagonist by spaceyacey, literature
Literature
care about you | persona 5 protagonist
care about you.
“Need some help?”
You nearly dropped the ring of keys along with the groceries when he spoke.
You had been fumbling around with your apartment door, (curse the constantly jamming lock,) when the young man interrupted you. You recognized him as your neighbour, the recluse.
You see, you had always preferred to be on friendly terms with those around you; classmates, coworkers, and yes, neighbours, (it came in handy when you needed a favor or wanted some company) but the man who now stood before you was seemingly impossible to win over. It wasn’t that he disliked you, but he kept to himself, and other than sm
wouldn't want to | tetsuya kuroko by spaceyacey, literature
Literature
wouldn't want to | tetsuya kuroko
wouldn't want to.
Tetsuya didn't want to admit that he was in love with you. Admitting that meant he had abandoned the task at hand, and he was positive that his mother would be more than disapproving.
In his quickly decreasing years of youth, the young lord's mother had called it upon herself to "secure" her son a future. After a few formal meetings, a mutual agreement had been reached. The lord, much to his distaste, was betrothed.
The quiet boy was not one to defy authority- therefore finding himself in a very difficult position. The woman his mother had chosen was severely incompatible to his tastes. Loud, mannerless, distasteful, and
knock you off your feet II | tetsurou kuroo by spaceyacey, literature
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knock you off your feet II | tetsurou kuroo
knock you off your feet II.
harry potter au
"And then, just out of nowhere, I hear him yelling, 'look out!' and bam! He flies right into me! And we rolled around on the ground and I got grass stains all over my uniform, but never mind, that's not the point, the point his that he was really charming and now I have what I think is a date with him, so-"
"Jeez, jeez, calm down!" Your best friend, Hamako, interrupts. "You really went off on a tangent there; are you sure that you didn't just your head, and imagine the hot seventh year flirting with you? You're acting kinda kooky,"
"Ah, be quiet!" You giggled. "No, it's just that- well, I've rea
knock you off your feet | tetsurou kuroo by spaceyacey, literature
Literature
knock you off your feet | tetsurou kuroo
knock you off your feet.
harry potter au
He has had his eye on the petite sixth year hufflepuff for a while now. What wasn't there to like? She was smart, exceptionally clever, in fact. She was cute, her soft features a sight for sore eyes. She was funny, possessing an agreeable and clever sense of humor. But best of all, she was absolutely the sweetest, kindest, most innocent, and most compassionate girl he had ever had the pleasure of coming in contact with.
Yet, if she was all that, why did he have such a hard time talking to her?
Maybe he would scare her, being the tall, dark, scheming seventh year captain. He had nearly two years, ov
the first thing about love | umetaro nozaki by spaceyacey, literature
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the first thing about love | umetaro nozaki
the first thing about love.
Nozaki Umetaro didn't know the first thing about love. His shoujo profession aside, he probably didn't even know what love really was.
That didn't prevent his heart from clenching every time you smiled at him.
Being the naïve dummy he was, he passed it off as a cold. A cold that spontaneously relapsed every time he saw, talked to, or thought about you. When it had gotten through his thick skull that he didn't just have the sniffles, he immediately turned to Mikoto for guidance. The redhead chuckled excitedly and explained the situation to Nozaki, though it took countless examples, a whole afternoon, and sev
she likes me | l lawliet by spaceyacey, literature
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she likes me | l lawliet
she likes me.
"Hey Light,"
"What is it?"
"Who's that?"
"Colleague of mine"
"Introduce me."
"Why?"
"I have no obligation to tell you."
"And I have no obligation to introduce you to her."
"Don't test me."
"Fine." Light begrudgingly agreed. "Hey [first]!"
"Hmm?"
"Do you mind coming over here for a moment?"
"Sure, one sec!" You replied, tucking the textbook into your bag. As you paced over to your schoolmate, you noticed the odd young man accompanying him. You took a seat next to the stranger and across from Light. "How's it going?"
"Fine." He answered curtly, straightening his necktie. "This is Lawliet" he gestured to his strange c
summer breeze | tetsurou kuroo by spaceyacey, literature
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summer breeze | tetsurou kuroo
summer breeze.
You sat quietly on the old wood porch, bathing in the late afternoon light of a hot July Wednesday. The wind chimes tinged gently in the subtle breeze, harmonizing with the scratchy yet calming buzz of the small radio. You glanced at the broad road spanning down across the meadow in front of you. Maybe you'd take the county bus down to the beach tomorrow. You shifted forward and bent down, plucking a daisy from its spot, growing out from under the porch steps. You picked another, and another, until you had a full crown of the small blossoms. Just as you delicately placed your creation upon your head, the lazy ring of a bicycle
✿ ✿ close your eyes ✿ ✿
The sound of warm water coming from the faucet is heard throughout the small home, breathing between the two beings quiet and content. They don't exchange looks, eyes only on the running water entering the large bathtub.
There's a zipping noise coming from beside the smaller girl, and she blinks, orbs tracing the room for the source. She stops, round cheeks flushing an adorned shade of pink as her boyfriend removes his jeans, not a thought about it crossing his mind as he sheds the piece of fabric. His lips twitch; and the female darts her [ e/c ] hues in the opposite direction, desperate
slaughterhouse. kuroo tetsurou by dovelair, literature
Literature
slaughterhouse. kuroo tetsurou
author's note: contains explicit violence, implied sexual themes
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“He has no mouth with which to kiss, no hands with which to caress, only the fangs and talons of a beast of prey.”
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You loved a man who consumed himself in blood.
In the outskirts of Nekoma, Kuroo was treated as a half-god: someone who was not quite mortal, yet not quite immortal at the same time. Despite his general apathy towards humanity, he found immeasurable pleasure in the death of others; how life in their eyes would slip away, slowly, painfully—and you would be there to watch, in the shadows, unmoving, hiding f
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