Chapter 127 of Arslan is ahead⌠Forgive me for the cruel thought, but⌠Will anyone from Arslanâs squad die? This is the denouement. It will be strange if they all survive.
Well, as I mentioned in my initial thoughts on the chapter, I'm not convinced this is the final confrontation against Zahhak (I feel like the purpose here is to establish that 'oh fuck the Snake King is back' and the final fight will happen at a later point).
So in terms of what we might see in Chapter 127, I'm not actually expecting any major character deaths there! Perhaps we might see some of the Zot get eaten? But the snakes are already pretty well-fed, and if as I've theorised Zahhak isn't fully resurrected and conscious yet, the snakes are what's in the driving seat. (Consider the fact that from the views we've had of the snakes alone, it strikes me that Zahhak's body might actually be lying down/underground? Which gives more support to the idea that Zahhak's actions right now are solely the instinctive ones of the shoulder snakes. Hopefully they're full for now, and hopefully they'll sense Rukhnabad and be repelled by it once more. Quick, everyone in Team Arslan group hug Don Ricardo right now!)
But to leave that aside for the moment, do I think anyone will die during the final fight against Zahhak, whenever that happens to be? Honestly, it's possible. Those of us who are familiar with novel spoilers will know that many characters met their end this way, but I do think Arakawa will go about things a little differently.
It could be that, having now had warning that the Snake King is free, Team Arslan manage to disrupt whatever ritual the Master is brewing with those head jars that are probably beneath Ecbatana (my current working theory as that this is something necessary for Zahhak's true resurrection) and they kill Zahhak off at that moment. Or even though I don't think it's likely, because to me a resolution right now would feel rushed, perhaps they really will kill Zahhak now and get to throw that fact in the Master's face whenever they encounter him (because he surely has to die before the end, too). But if there is a dramatic battle against Zahhak at a later point, how will that go down? Who will face him in combat? Who, if anyone, will fall, and who will survive?
I keep wondering whether any of the other characters will be on the scene at that point. If it's post-whatever happens with Andragoras and Hilmes, maybe all of Team Arslan will be united once more. My main hope is that Kubard is around to tell them that the notion of fighting the Snake King one on one in an honourable duel is a really fucking stupid idea.
As should be obvious by now, this post covers some novel spoilers, and these are about to get more graphic because I want to talk about the characters who canonically died against Zahhak in the novels and what I think might happen to them in the manga. As such, I'll place this and some other thoughts about who else might die under a Read More.
Okay, I'll go through these in chronological order.
Don Ricardo (okay, known as Parahuda in the novels whereas in the manga he's not exactly a member of Team Arslan) â it feels a bit mean to kill him off now? He's so traumatised there's no way he'd be able to bring himself to fight against Zahhak in the near future anyway so I feel he's going to live, and maybe he'll go back to Lusitania with Estelle.
Merlaine â I don't think so. If he dies right now then there's more pressure on Alfarid to become Zot chieftain, and actually what I think we might see is a begrudging agreement by Merlaine at the end of the series that he'll shoulder this role, leaving things open for a relationship to develop between Narsus and Alfarid.
Kishward â slightly more likely than the previous two but again I really don't get that feeling like he's going to die? Arakawa's shown us his family, I think he'll get to live to see stability restored to the country where he can have an easier time of things and continue balancing his roles as Marzban and family man.
Daryun â it's hard to imagine him not fighting Zahhak, isn't it? He's Pars's strongest fighter, after all. I want him to do it while wielding a ji like he does in the novels! But I don't want him to die. I think he's more likely to receive a grave injury, and we've all seen how Arslan reacts when he thinks Daryun might die...
Arslan â I just don't think he's going to die. It doesn't seem like a possibility in my mind. As I mentioned I think in many ways Arakawa is steering us towards a brighter future than Tanaka, in terms of Pars becoming stable under Arslan's rule rather than falling into a dark age after his death, plus I really do believe she'll allow Hilmes and Irina to live happily in Maryam. (Maybe Daryun will even be able to visit Serica again!) Arslan dying at this point will not allow for a fitting resolution to the plot or his character arc, in my opinion. So I'm going to say he's safe!
Okay, those are the characters who were killed off in combat against Zahhak in the novels. Now let's look at some of the other casualties of Team Arslan and what I think their fates might be in the manga if they are involved in a fight against the Snake King.
Jaswant â this would be devastating but I could see him giving his life to protect Arslan. If it happens, I'll cry buckets. He's possible the most likely member of Team Arslan to die in Chapter 127 because he doesn't have the innate cultural fear of Zahhak that the Parsians do, so if they are paralysed for an instant he might react faster and do what it takes to save Arslan's life.
Kubard â before Book 16 was released I thought he was likely to die in it, and sure enough he did, but not against Zahhak. But honestly, I could see him dying here in a reversal of his point of view at Atropatene; rather than leaving a chaotic battlefield after an unworthy king has fled, he'll stand and fight alongside Arslan, someone he views as worthy. Kubard is undeniably brave but also not foolish so if someone does choose to fight Zahhak alone maybe he'll give them a helping hand. If he does die it had better be badass. His death in the novels was one that Tanaka got right, in my opinion.
Isfan â I don't think this is going to happen but if it did I'd never get over it, it's too unfair. I do worry about his reaction if he sees those head jars because if Zahhak or the Master happens to be there, he's not going to stop and think, he's just going to attack. (Please keep on looking out for him, Kubard. I say this because the thought of it is something I love, we've seen it in the manga already, and in the novels Kubard does intervene when he's going up against 'demon general' Ilterish in a highly emotional state after one of his wolves was killed). Again it's a situation where it just doesn't feel fair to think of him dying here. His death really fucked me up in the novels.
Hm, thinking about the others who died before Book 16 now.
Tus â not getting any strong feelings but how neat would it be to see him immobilise a shoulder snake with his chains?
Zaravant â honestly, if I had to pick one member of Team Arslan who didn't die fighting Zahhak in the novels but who might in the manga, it's Zaravant. Sorry to say it but I'm pinning the 'most likely to die' sticker on him. Especially because his death in the novels was Team Zahhak-related.
Jimsa â maybe, if he's around for the final fight then he might go for glory/reward, but I don't have a strong feeling that he'll die.
Narsus â now, if any of the 'main/central' members of Team Arslan were to die, I think it'd be Narsus. Yes, this would be devastating, and it would come with the shadow of Pars having lost its best tactician who has made so much possible for Team Arslan, but what final battle is without cost? If Elam were older and more experienced he'd be in a place to become his successor and it would be a pupil replacing teacher moment where the torch is handed to him, but realistically we're not at that point yet. My gut feeling is that Narsus will survive.
Alfarid â just can't see her dying, to be honest. Her and Narsus both get to live, maybe we'll get teased with the possibility of something developing between them when she's older, but I'm not sure it'll be confirmed in the manga.
Estelle â as I said, I think she'll return to Lusitania in the end. I'd love to see her grab a bow and shoot a snake, though. (Her snatching a petrified Parizad's bow to shoot a winged ape despite her horrible leg injury is my favourite Estelle moment in the novels!)
Now for the characters who survived the final battle and died later of unrelated causes.
Farangis â she'll live, I just feel it.
Gieve â yeah I don't think he'll die either.
Elam â also going to survive.
This post is super long but it was actually pretty fun to write! We'll see how wrong I am in the next few months, I guess. And if anyone else has thoughts of their own on whether we'll see any of Team Arslan meet their end in the manga, please share!
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-Yandere! Illumi X Kidnapped! Reader-
â ď¸warningâ ď¸ mentions of physical violence and abuse, un-consented NSFW moments (ONLY KISSING but still worth the tw) and needles.
Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Character(s): Illumi Zoldyck, butler(s) (not specific)
A/N: Iâm sorry if this is absolutely crap. Iâve got a lot of drafts about yandere Illumi, Chrollo and Hisoka so I didnât really proof read this oneđ
hope you enjoy my writing anywaysâ¤ď¸
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"You know how I feel about repeating myself Y/N." Illumi muttured, harshly sticking his needle into your already needle-covered head. His heartbeat increasing as your pained screams filled the room.
"I told you not to engage with them, didn't I?" He questioned, shoving another needle into your skull. You nod weakly, shivering at the cold chains while the burning sensation drew tears to your eyes.
Them, the them he's speaking of were simply butlers, which over time you considered friends after all the things they did to ensure your safety, that's all! Though he is probably no more. Your "lover" hated when you talked to anyone else, whether it was his butlers or even his own family, Illumi hated when you talked to anyone but him. That was the only thing that scared him, that was something he wouldn't allow happen. As long as he's alive he won't allow anyone to taint you, to see things in a different view than him.
It's unacceptable.
"Answer me."
The usual coldness of his voice had a tint of anger in it, which almost scared you, how could doing something so simple manage to make him this angry? "Y..es"
The dark-haired man smiled, a sick one at that. Moving closer, giving a thankfully soft tug on your blood-covered hair, pulling you into his arms. His hands being a bit closer to your back than you'd like. You simply attempted to ignore the sharp pain from the impact, thinking that it couldnât get any worse than this.
As much as you tried to ignore the pain, it was enough for you to loose strength in resisting when Illumi fully closed the gap, placing his lips against yours experimentally. They were so oddly warm compared to the rest of him, molding to yours with ease as he moved against you. All you could sense was him. The dangerous may strong scent of pine with metallic undertones nearly becoming overpowering and almost intoxicating has he continued to kiss you breathless. It was almost enough to forget the pain shooting throughout your body.
Almost.
You attempted to protest with whatever strength you had left in your body but Illumi continued to cling onto you; the whine you let out muffled from his mouth over yours.
When he finally let you go, he left you breathless - chest heaving while you stared at him once more with eyes as wide as plates.
Illumi rubbed his thumb over your soft lips. Using his other one you run over your bruised back, snickering at your small flinches.
"Why must you disobey me like this Y/N? Why can't you make my job easier?" He whispers against your skin, talking more to himself than anything else.
"I love you so much," He sighed, kissing away from the salty tears streaming down your face. Being hardly able to contain himself in your disheveled state. "I'm only doing this because I love you, because others can and will seek to hurt you. You know I can't have that, don't you?"
You didn't have anything to say, there was nothing you really could say. You were confused beyond comprehension. How could he possibly hold you in his arms, look at you with such loving eyes after doing such unspeakable things to you? He doesn't want them to 'hurt you' but hasn't he hurt you more than they ever could? What could you possibly do now? Were you even in a position to go against his command?
You hiss at the sudden pain from the numerous questions racing through your head. Alerting the assassin much to your distress. The assassin could read you like an open book, studying you and your reactions longer than you can remember. As if knowing exactly what was going through your mind he scoffed, switching from his much nicer expression.
"And what could you possibly be thinking about?" Illumi asked, tapping on your cheek. "Ah, don't tell me it's those fools from earlier. It must be."
You let out a shaky sigh at his challenging tone. He knew he was right and so did you; that look you gave him only confirmed his suspicions. But the little bit of hope in your heart for them to be kept alive regardless of their so called âbetrayalâ, for them to continue helping you get back home. It would be your fault for their deaths after all.
Illumi gathered his needles from your head and freed you from the chains, catching you in his arms as you collapsed onto the floor. He let you go, still staring down at you as he licked your blood off the needles.
Crouching back down to you, he holds your face in one hand. "You'll stay here until you are properly disciplined, I have things to do." Though not realizing what they were you knew they were nothing but good. Pressing one last kiss to your cheek he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.
"Just remain by my side and behave, and everything will be alright."
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CONGRATS FOR YOUR MILESTONE!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! And you're one out of the only 5 twst/om writing blogs I have notifs on for, your writing and blog aesthetic makes me so happy!!!
For a request, could you write Kalim sparring with a reader who's a good fighter? It's my personal hc that Kalim can throw a punch of two due to Jamil drilling various self defense techniques into his head. But the whole sparring thing is very lighthearted and fun, since Kalim is not really interested in fighting anyone (especially the person he has a crush on, wink wink đ) and his fighting partner is not interested in hurting him either. Everything just turns into them being silly and getting into a tickle fight instead or something.
If it's not something in your comfort zone, that's okay! I still wanted to drop by and congratulate you for your hard work. Requests or no requests, writing is content that deserves to be praised and celebrated to thank you! Sorry for the long ask erifidnwyrkd ~ray
COMMENTS: THANK YOU! đ I'm always so happy when people tell me they like what I write that much. That's why I love writing this. This is where I feel most appreciated. đĽ°
In fact, I am a coward. đ
So I'm not very familiar with knowing how to fight. But still, I hope I got around it well. As you can see from the number of words, I ended up having fun writing it. I hope you and all have fun reading it too. đ
CHARACTERS: Kalim Al-Asim x Reader
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader
WORD COUNT: 1.150 words
CONTEXT: Jamil and Kalim used to train from time to time. One way for Jamil to guarantee that, in an emergency, where he wasn't present, Kalim would have any chance of defending himself and escaping or something like that.
But that day, due to some complication at the basketball club, Jamil couldn't train with Kalim. However, he remembers that he already saw you defending yourself against some NRC students, and thinks you might be a good replacement. And maybe, in a way, it would be an interesting idea to have Kalim fight against you, knowing that he has a crush on you.
So, he calls you and asks you for this favor, and assured you that he would somehow repay you.
You arrive in Scarabia, without Grim. He knew that in Scarabia they liked to have banquets from time to time and he loves to eat. But Jamil wasn't there to cook a feast and probably most of the food he would get is the food that Kalim likes to shove down his throat. So he decided he would be better off with just tuna in Ramshackle.
You've just walked through the front door when...
âHIIIIIIII!â Kalim greets you, while running towards you. He has the cutest smile on his face. âHow was your day? Do you want to eat anything? Jamil left some really good things in the fridge.â
You tell him that you already ate some time ago, so you would be ready to train with him as soon as you arrived in Scarabia.
âTrain? Train what? AH! Is there a test I forgot?!â
You say no and ask if Jamil hadn't told you what he had told you.
âOh! That. Ha ha HA HA! Sorry, I guess I got so excited when he told me you were coming that I forgot to pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Hum... Don't tell him that, pleeease.â
You promise you won't say anything and he thanks you with an appreciative smile. You remember that Jamil had said that he had left some papers with instructions for training somewhere. When you ask Kalim about this, he doesn't know where they are, but he can guess by knowing Jamil. Or maybe Jamil only knew where to put them because he knew Kalim would forget.
You see the papers and as you would expect, they are all self-defense techniques, where you would be Kalim's aggressor. Techniques for him to defend himself from punches, knives, being grabbed by the arm, neck, etc. You didn't like the idea of even pretending to attack Kalim, but it was the instructions and it was for his own good. Right?
âCan I see the papers?â Kalim asks you when he sees the slight discomfort in your expression. You hand him the papers, he takes a look at them and smiles. âAh, the same as always. Don't worry, this seems to be just a review. Jamil does this a lot since he says I'm very forgetful. It's okay. Nothing very difficult. You just have to pretend to attack me.â But your discomfort doesn't leave your face. âHum? What's wrong? You're not feeling well?â
You tell him that you don't want to hurt him and that you don't really like the idea of attacking him, even if it's just pretending.
âI don't want to hurt you either. Not even Jamil, despite what he tells me to do. But we don't need to do this training like the ones I do with Jamil, right? I really hope not, otherwise I'm going to lose all the rounds.â He says with a slightly embarrassed smile. You ask why. âBecause like I said, I don't want to hurt you, so I think I'll end up letting you win every time. Ha ha. AH! That's it! Why don't we play fight? Some of my siblings like to do it. We don't need to take this so seriously, we can just have fun. Right? What do you think?â
You think about it and agree. And both of you also agree that it's okay as long as Jamil doesn't get upset. Or finds out.
The "training" started normally. But it was when he got to the part of training to defend himself from knives that Kalim had an idea. He went to get one of those thick markers, took off the cap and said: âYou know paintball right? The goal is not to get hit by the paint. Why don't we try to do something like that?â He hands you the marker. He removes his coat and other accessories from his torso until only his white shirt remains. âYou're going to try to paint me and I have to dodge it. It'll be fun, you'll see.â he says with a big amused smile.
You ask if he doesn't think Jamil will be upset with him for ruining his shirt.
âMaybe, but don't worry, I can buy lots more where this one came from. Ha ha ha.â
He was right, that was fun. You forgot that you were training self-defence and looked more like a couple playing. At one point, Kalim managed to grab your wrist and steal your marker. And he looked at you with that rare mischievous smile of his. âMy turn!â
You seemed surprised. What does he mean his turn? Weren't you the attacker? But then he looks at you and straightens up.
âOh. You should take off your coat first. I'll get a better see if I catch you with the marker on your white shirt.â You hesitate. You don't have many shirts like that. âIf I ruin the shirt I can buy you a new one, or two, or as many as you want. No problem!... Pleeease? I'm having so much fun with you!â He's making puppy eyes.
You agree and take off your coat and accessories. You continue that "training" until there comes a time when both of you have kind of given up on defending yourselves and are already covered in paint streaks on your shirts, arms and even your face. You realize you dropped the marker and can't find it.
âYou lose your weapon?â Kalim says âWell, it looks like there's now only one way to find out who wins.â And he attacks you with tickles. âSurrender!â
You try to resist, but end up really surrendering. Kalim was too good at tickling. And as soon as you know it, the two of you were on the floor, practically hugging each other. He smiles affectionately at you.
âI wish you were in Scarabia. We could have fun like this every day. I could see you and be with you every day for much longer.â
Your noses were almost touching when Jamil appears and drops his training bag to make a noise that would get both of your attention. He looked bothered. âWHAT?! Why are you two-? OH, for the patience of the great seven.â he sighs.
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character riize reaction to seeing reader be slapped by her ex/currentBF -đ
To be honest I have more thoughts about this, but if we're talking about character riize I think the most reactive (and interesting) would be Mafia!Riize đĽ´
Pd: I hope you didn't expect them to get turn on or anything sexual because I can't think of any of them enjoying others hurting reader.
Pd2: if it's not what you expected please let me know and I'll try to think more about it, because I do have more thoughts about it but not with mafia!riize and it may be a bit boring đ
TW and Tags: mafia!riize, mentions of violent acts, mentions of torture, nothing sexual but please be careful in case you can't deal with such topics.
Seunghan would instantly leave his cheeky smile aside, there are not many things he doesn't enjoy, and seeing someone being violent with a woman is one of them (he slaps his girl in bed? Hell yeah, in an argument? He'd rather cut his own hand), so his whole aura and demeanor change would make everyone be alert, including the man that slapped you, and if he tried to make it seem it was your fault he punched you, Seunghan would eat him alive with his words, and then with a warning he'll make him leave, but if you were his girl, he'd give him a slap at the end of every sentence that came out of his mouth, until he realizes his mistake and apologizes to you.
Eunseok would get so angry you'd have to stop him from beating your boyfriend up, doesn't matter if he likes you or not, he believes no one should touch a woman like that, so he'd immediately jump into action, showing that piece of shit some manners, and if he had feelings for you, god, that man better run.
Sungchan would be the same case, even if you were a random girl, if he sees a man touching even a string of your hair, he would break his hand, to teach him that, if he wants to play with his hands, he should find someone his size, and if he liked you/you were his girlfriend, he'd slowly torture him until he broke him, finger by finger he'd make him scream how sorry he was for touching your precious face.
Wonbin instead of angry would be disgusted, if you were a woman he didn't know he'd show how uncomfortable he feels having witnessed such disgraceful act, so one of his subordinates would take the hint and make the man leave, maybe not even touching him, but if he liked you, he would make his men give him a good beating, and then, when the man was on the floor almost unconscious, he would calmly walk to him, and with his fingers full of rings, he'd give the final blow, to then spit over his face "so disgusting, get him out of my sight".
Shotaro, as the leader he is, has always taught his men how to properly act in front of women, so if he ever saw a man slapping a girl, doesn't matter how weak the slap was, he'd take the occasion to teach a lesson "this is how you treat a man that doesn't respect women", and he'd also show some of the abilities that gave him his leader position, leaving the man unconscious with just a couple hits, not even making his hands dirty. However, if he liked you, he wouldn't use his hands, he'd first capture the man and then, in a place where he could do everything he wanted in peace, he'd torture him for days until he begged for him to just finish his pain.
Mafia!Sohee seems like someone with less empathy, so he wouldn't do nothing if you were just any woman, he'd continue with his life, but if you were his girl, that's another story, he wouldn't just react in that exact moment, adrenaline making him find a strength enough for him to bring down any man, he'd ruin his whole life, he doesn't know how in that moment, but he'll find a way, so that man better forget about having a life ever again, because Sohee will make sure he can't show his face into society anymore, maybe just publicly shaming him, or ending his life, depends on how mad he is.
Anton won't plan that much, if he doesn't know you he'll just tell the man to leave, but if you were special for him, he'll see the act and react, first getting you out of the room or somewhere you can't see what he's about to do, in the worst case he'll just leave with you to make sure you're safe, and then, days later you'll hear what happened to that man, it would depend on the magnitude of the treatment you received of course, if it was just a slap and it was the first time, he'd beat him, but if it was usual for him to be violent with you, Anton won't doubt to end his life in a second.
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Ooo is it ok if u write a drayton x reader where reader is really reckless and always takes on challenges such as doing 7 star terra raids and goes off on different adventures, and he gets worried and protective and the rest of the bb elite 4 find it cute and funny
Hope this is what you asked for. I'm kinda bad at writing this stuff đ
Tag along | Drayton x Reader
PokĂŠmon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!
After one to many raids where you get hurt. Drayton decided to finally ask you to let him come with you. Though things didn't go exactly as he had hopped.
Warnings: Small argument, Fluff, protective Drayton
SPOILER WARNING: No spoiler warning. Unless you don't know character names
âDrayton, I'm not so sure about thisâŚâ Your voice cut through the silence of the BB League room. Drayton had asked you completely out of the blue to let him tag along on your next raid. Which happened to be a black crystal 7star. âYouâve never even done a raid before.â
Leaning against the table, he simply turns his head and smiles, his pearly fangs flashing at you for a moment before pleading his case. âSo? Iâm a fast learner, I have good PokĂŠmon too, gave you a challenge, didnât I? Plus, you make one hell of a teacher.â
âTrue I do.â A snarky smile crosses your face for a moment, the sound of Crispin snickering in the corner at the self-confidence. âBut even if I could show you about raid battling. I'm going to a 7 star⌠these aren't exactly teaching material. Especially given what's inside the crystal.â
âWhatâs inside? A larger than average Scorbunny? If so Drayton really should go.â Lacey teased, prodigy Draytonâs face with a gleeful smile. His own face scowled slightly at the remark.
âMaybe itâs an angry Trapinch coming back to taunt him! That would make for a spicy dish!â Crispin added, spinning his pan around.
Draytonâs head snapped up, and he stared at his fiery friend. âWe do not talk about the Trapinch man! My ass still has NOT recovered from it⌠neither had my ego.â
âThink more⌠giant psychic mouse thing with serious anger issues.â You admit holding back the laugh that just wanted to leave your lungs.
âWell, that wasnât what I expected⌠But hey! That's never stopped me before. Donât forget which one of us helped you with the legendary hunt.â Drayton pestered, still clutching onto any string he can, to convince you to let him come. Anything to give him that edge up on you, if the dragon egg eyes wonât work. Then good old fashion pleading will have to do - and heâs about 5 seconds from doing that.
âDrayton, I love you, but I can't bring myself to let you come with me on this one! If it was a 4 star then yeah totally. But this is huge! These sorts of raids, I can't bring someone so inexperienced into the palace. I wouldnât even bring Kieran!â You argued, it was no surprise that your pleas fell upon stubborn ears.
âThatâs exactly why I want to go with you! It pains me whenever you come back from one of your raid trips hurt⌠or bruised. And I can't help but think to myself that I could have done something to help you. Take the load off of you!â His voice cracked slightly, not out of sadness or hurt, but more out of the fact he couldnât do something to protect you. Drayton knows you can handle yourself, youâve proven that to him on many occasions. But at the end of the day, you are still his treasure, and he wants to protect you, needs to. âJust let me come along this once! If I cause you problems, Iâll never ask again, just please humour me.â
Before you could even give him a response, Laceyâs voice cut through the tension, it was soft-spoken but clear. âCome on, let him⌠let him.â
âSHHH. Itâs getting goodâŚâ Crispin's equally soft voice cut after hers, somehow eating popcorn. Where did he get that, why are you asking? Heâs the chef, not me.
âCan you four stop bickering. You are ruining my concentration.â Amaryâs scolded, the sound of her pocket watch snapping closed followed her voice. âIn case you 3 have forgotten, we have a meeting to get to with the director. You have 5 minutes, donât be tardy.âÂ
Amaryâs left the room not long after. The 4 of you left dumbfounded in the room, it wasn't until Draytonâs voice chimed up again. âOkay, I was not the only one who had no idea she was in the room, right?â
âI think she spawned in?â Crispin answered with a question of his own.
âHow long has she been here? I've been here all morning? Did she drink an invisibility potion⌠What does she know that we donât?â Laceyâs brain scratched as well.
âI think it's like a Spinarak thing. If you stand still, they canât see you.â Your fellow companions laugh at your remark, it's a dumb reason, but what isnât. During the laughter, you take your chance to leave. Grabbing your bag and heading for the door, only for the sound of it shutting in your face to follow. Peering up, you notice Draytonâs somehow moved from the other side of the room to close the door. His face was one of worry. He couldn't keep eye contact with you, anytime he tried, he just looked back at the door then at you again; as if silently asking you to let him come with you. His face reminded you of the first time he admitted he loved you. That silent protective plea of his. Never spoken through words. With a deep sigh of defeat, you take a step back from the door and stretch your hand out towards it. âAfter you, dragon boy.â
âYES! I WIN!â Drayton proclaimed jumping up for a moment fist in the air victorious. Lacey elbowed him directly in the ribs moments later, Crispin crying of laughter on the floor trying desperately not to whack himself in the face with it. âOw right, right. Thank you, love! NOW LET'S GO KICK SOME MOUSE BUTT!â
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I just saw your little post, I'm sorry I didn't clarify. Yes, I am a cis woman and I have more of a swimmer's body (I've been a swimmer for years so it's partially natural and partially conditioned) with wider hips and broad shoulders (typical swimmer long legs too). I hope this helps and sorry for such an inconvenience đ
- birthday anon đđ
Original request, (paraphrased):
It's my birthday today and I was wondering if I could get a happy birthday from Five. I guess my prompt would be that throughout my life a lot of people forget my birthday (even my family) and often don't show up so if Five just remembered and decided to be soft and sensual and caring, that would make me the happiest person ever.
No problem Birthday Anon. Sorry this took a couple of days. Happy belated birthday! Also I made you a barista sooo...enjoy that I guess.
The Birthday Girl | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 2.8k words, Rated E
Being born at the start of the year was always a harsh reminder of the fact that you werenât the main character of all existence, something which it took most people much longer to realize. It was worse when you were a kid, with Christmas and birthday presents amalgamated into one by relatives already stressed out from gift-buying, but it still kind of stung now. Yeah, people had lives and it was a tricky time of year, but you surely didnât need to be the main character of all existence to have people simply show up for your birthday.Â
It was a nice place, you thought, glumly as you popped the olive from your martini into your mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. Not too crowded, the music loud enough to dance to without prohibiting conversation. The drinks were cheap and good quality. It would have been the perfect place for a birthday get together.Â
You sighed and rested your elbows on the bar. You should have got the picture by now. You were a full grown adult, you knew how it went, and yet you still foolishly invited all your friends and even some family out.Â
Youâd never imagined that all of them would come, but you thought that at least a few would turn up. Over the past week, as youâd expected, theyâd nearly all messaged their excuses and apologies and dropped out. For some, it was too close to going back to work after their christmas break, some were still away, while others were still recovering from New Year and unable to face the idea of partying again so soon.
You didnât really blame those guys, (at least they had the decency to inform you that they werenât coming), but you couldnât help feeling angry at the no-shows who hadnât even bothered to inform you, leading to you sitting alone in this bar, all dressed up for nothing.
âHey.â
You turned your head, surprised to hear any voice addressing you.Â
âFive,â you said, smiling nervously in greeting.
This was not what youâd planned. He was your favorite customer, yes, he said you made the best coffee in the city, but could you call him your friend? Did two years of late-night coffee twice a week count as a friendship?
He usually came in on one of your late shifts, looking immaculately dressed but gray with exhaustion. At first, he hadnât talked, just drinking his coffee in silence and leaving with a murmur of thanks and a generous tip, but over time heâd been more receptive to your gentle offers of conversation, and gradually heâd shown up primarily to talk, sitting at the counter as you worked, sipping endless cups of coffee and keeping you company.Â
What he hadnât told you himself, youâd put together from snippets of conversation. You knew about the Umbrella Academy and the apocalypse, but it didnât really factor into your picture of him. To you, he was just Five: the amusing mix of pessimism, wit, and an old manâs nostalgia for times past incongruous with the body in its twenties. Â
Over the time youâd known him, heâd grown into your life easily. He had you looking forward to your late shifts and spending the time between them making mental notes of things to tell him next time you saw him. Your conversations with him were easy and intimate (youâd told him a few things you wouldnât tell your diary on your deathbed), but the relationship was still this weird, context-bound thing. He was the customer, you were the server. Â
Heâd surprised you into inviting him to this little get-together a couple of days before new year. It was your first late shift after Christmas, and when heâd arrived and taken up his usual perch at the counter, one of his first remarks was:
âItâs your birthday coming up in a day or two, right?â
âUh,â you faltered, âUm - yeah.â
He looked at you doubtfully.Â
âYou donât sound very sure.â
âNo, it is. Iâm just surprised, is all. People always forget.â
Five shrugged.
âYou told me last year. You swapped shifts to go out for dinner.â
âAnd you remembered that?â
âYeah.â
It touched you, the way he spoke so casually, as if he couldnât possibly do anything but remember this about you. So you invited him to come tonight, hoping heâd say yes but not read too much into it. For months, maybe longer, youâd been wondering, and his attitude then was the thing that pushed you to find out once and for all.
You had to know for sure whether this was something: whether you and he would be the same in a different environment, or whether this thing would just crumble to nothing outside of the dinerâs soft-lighting. It would be a good test, you thought, and having other people there would act as a buffer in case of any awkwardness.Â
In this, you had been thwarted, because now he stood beside you, looking more smart-casual than youâd ever seen him, frowning in a gray blazer over a dark tee.
âWellâŚhappy birthday,â he said, dumping a giftbag on the bar with a clunk that signaled a bottle inside, âitâs rum. You said you liked mojitos.â
âThanks,â you said, nodding, as he sat on the barstool beside you.Â
He took a quick glance around, intelligent green eyes taking stock of the bar.Â
âIs it just us?â he asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow in a way that made you chuckle.
âYup,â you smiled, ruefully, âmost people canceled, but there were three who just havenât remembered to show up. I told them to meet me an hour ago, but no word.â
He frowned again, so you offered a little explanation:
âPeople forget when your birthdayâs just after the holidays.â and then, with a smile at him, added, âExcept you, of course.â
âHm,â he said, with an air of contemplation, perhaps reflecting on why youâd told him to meet you later than everyone else. Seeming to dismiss it, however, he turned back to you:
âSo youâre stuck with me?â
You looked back over at him, and a smirk developed on his face, one corner of his mouth turning up to complement his cocked eyebrow.Â
And in that moment, you made a decision, one that was two years in the making. Why play these games? Why experiment with him? Worst case scenario, he finds another diner.Â
âItâs stupid to be here with only two of us. Do you want to come back to mine? Maybe we crack open that rum and help me drown my birthday sorrows? I only live on the next street.â
***
The rum was never opened, because on the street outside your apartment, he stopped you with a hand on your arm.
Heâd been silent ever since he agreed to come with you, and when you turned to face him outside your door, he fixed you with such a serious look that you took in a shallow breath.
âSorry if I make this awkward, but I gotta know. Is this just a drink?â
You looked back at him, studying the earnest slope of his brow and his tense mouth; how the two freckles on his cheek disappeared into a small cleft in his cheek. It was a face that surrendered smiles reluctantly, but you could nearly always tease several out before the end of any shift.Â
You shook your head wordlessly.
His adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His eyes, so often scowling, scathing or sardonic, fixed you now with a look of pure, open adoration. His thick lashes did nothing to shade you from the intensity of that look, from the opalescent green of his pupils that pulled at you with such fascination.Â
When he spoke, his voice was very low.
âIâve wanted this for a long time.â
You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to keep your eyes on his face, choosing to study the neckline of his tee, beneath which a hint of sturdy collarbone was visible.
He reached out and gently ghosted his fingers down your cheek.Â
âHow could anyone forget your birthday?â he murmured.Â
Then, he leaned forward and kissed you.
The chill January breeze momentarily played about your neck. A shiver ran through you, but not from cold: from his gentle lips against yours; from the feel of his soft hair between your fingers; from his body close to yours.Â
Sweet, chaste and cherishing, it might have seemed platonic, that kiss, but for the way his tongue slipped briefly into the fray, though pulling back quickly: showing you that he had more should you wish to take it.
And you did. You wanted it to the point that you chased his lips when he tried to pull away. He smiled at this and let you catch him, letting your lips part his and your tongue enter his mouth.Â
Finally, he succeeded in breaking the embrace, though leaving his hands softly on your hips.
âTake me upstairs?â he asked, huskily.
***
His mouth beside your ear, he held you on his lap like a beautiful fragile thing. He ran his fingers reverently up and down your thighs, like a servant privileged to touch precious silverware with kid gloves.Â
He kissed you again, soft and syrupy, as if he was eating fruit perfectly sweetened on the vine, trailing his lips down your shoulder, humming with satisfaction.
 âGod,â he whispered, âI could kiss you all day.â
The tender hunger in his tone sent a tingle straight to your core.Â
It was a shame to have your back to him. When heâd thrown off his shirt as if it was nothing, your eyes drank him in: the softly defined muscles that were outlined by his movements and the trail of sparse, dark hair disappearing below his waistband. All this time, under those sharply cut suits, there was this.
But you couldnât focus on the regret too much, not with his strong forearms wrapped around your naked body, his smell of antiperspirant and aftershave, and not with the heat of his hard arousal against your ass and lower back.Â
His fingers clearly stated their intent against your inner thigh, pausing an inch away from where you needed him most.Â
âMay I?â he asked, breath tickling your ear.Â
You could hear a little hint of mischief in his voice; the ironic move of his eyebrows.
âYes please,â you breathed.
âAnything for the birthday girl,â he whispered, nuzzling briefly at your neck.
And he stroked your outer lips with gentle fingers, his index trailing back up your slit, the tip skimming slickness that had already gathered there.
He made an appreciative sound at his discovery, and you moaned at the throb of pleasure from just this teasing movement, bucking against him and momentarily pressing his cock against you more firmly.
âYouâre so pretty,â he rasped into your ear, fingers parting your outer lips to reach your excited nub and stroking it in smooth, luxuriant circles, âlook at you. So perfect.â
You whimpered and tossed your head helplessly against his shoulder. Heat was already building in your sex, your toes curling against your sheets. The foundations for your orgasm were laid from his very first touch of your aching pussy, your body crying out for him from the moment he kissed you. Now, you were helpless to his fingers: as confident and efficient in rubbing your needy clit as in all his other movements.Â
âYou deserve to be treated special.â he whispered, âThis good?â
âFive.âÂ
âYes?â
âFive.â
You could hardly say more, brain scrambling like beaten eggs until no vocabulary remained but the name of the man whose fingers were making come slowly drool down your thighs.
âWant me to stop?â he whispered, tenderly.
You shook your head fiercely.Â
âFi-ive!â you whined again, becoming completely inarticulate now as his ankles hooked around yours, holding your legs open gently. He could sense you beginning to ride your edge, could surely sense the heat burning and coiling and tightening in your stomach until -Â
You cried out when you came, feeling more come gush from you, soaking his fingers and your thighs alike. He spoke softly to you as the waves of pleasure broke on you one by one, each bringing a fierce buck of your hips backwards against his hard, hot cock, sandwiched between you.
âThatâs it.â he encouraged, âThere you go. Feel good, sweetie?âÂ
You could do nothing but whimper and let yourself be carried by the rapture, surges exploding down each limb again and again.
âGod, youâre so beautiful.â
Your orgasm subsided, leaving you panting against him.Â
Through your recovery, he whispered more tender affirmations and praise into your ear, kissing and nosing at the side of your neck as he tried to distract himself from the tingles going up and down his length and the precome still leaking from his tip as your movements against him teased his excited cock.Â
After youâd caught your breath, you became aware of the needy way he was kissing you; of the barely-there grinding of his pelvis; of his dick rubbing against you.
âCan I -?â came the desperate, half-articulated whisper.
âYes please,â you replied.
He laid you down as if you were fragile, like an injured dove held in cupped hands. His gentle movements offered a stark contrast to the state of his gorgeous, curved cock. The tip was an angry pink, his balls high and tight with arousal. Intrigued, you began to caress that heated, swollen part of him. He hissed as you weighed and massaged his balls in one hand, the other closing around his shaft, already slick with precome.
âDonât judge my stamina based on this, okay?â he said, voice cracking as his neck arched along with your strokes, âHow about you stop that and we can try for quality over quantity?âÂ
It was spoken with self-consciousness that seemed unnecessary to you, given that heâd just rubbed your clit to a thigh-trembling orgasm quicker and more effectively than anyone youâd ever been with. You let his cock go and kissed him on the mouth as he lowered himself towards you.Â
When he entered you, his mouth was still on yours, and you felt his sigh or relief against your lips.Â
He filled you perfectly, your plush walls immediately gripping him, surrendering him reluctantly as he withdrew. You could see the tight pinch between his eyebrows. His eyes were already screwed shut.Â
âOh.â
The whisper was small and strung out, and you kissed his cheek and lips to encourage him as he let out a few, trembling breaths.Â
âThat feel good?â
âYeah,â you gasped, âit feels good, Five.Â
His strokes were slow, but skillful, his hips rutting with gentle fluidity.Â
âI want to make you feel good,â he whispered, stroking your cheek, âI want to show you how special you are.â
From the movement of his body alone, you would have imagined him in complete control, not even close to his edge, but his increasingly fevered whispers and messy kisses to your lips and neck told a different story.
âYour pussy is so good. Itâs so fucking wet.â
You kissed him back, nodding and moaning in affirmative as that perfect curve rubbed you just right inside, the low tempo building an ache as sweet and gentle as his thrusts. You gasped, pulsing around him, and his hips stuttered for the first time.
âF-fuck.â he breathed, âSo hot. So perfect.â
He tensed.
âIâm close.â
You smiled against his ear. You were on birth control and you knew enough about Five to know that he didnât raw-dog every barista who made him a good cup of coffee. It wasnât logical or sensible but it was the only thing that seemed right after two years of illogical, foolish denial.Â
âCome inside me.â
âYou sure?â
You barely had time to confirm it to him before he let out an inarticulate cry. His dick pumped hard inside you, coating your walls with his load with his head buried in your neck, still keeping you gasping throughout with controlled, gentle, sensuous pumps of his pelvis. Â
***
âYou want coffee?â
You lay, bare-breasted on his chest as Five combed his fingers through your hair, feeling warm, content, and glowing from his tenderness.Â
âLet me get it for a change.â he said.
âWow, it really is my birthday,â you teased.Â
You heard a short exhale of laughter as he extracted himself gently from the bedsheets.Â
âSure is.â
And, with as little care for his nakedness as if this was his own apartment, he headed across the bedroom, turning back at the door with a wry smile.
âAnd itâs not over yet.â
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Hi do you still take requests if so I have one in mind.(basically angst with the happy ending)
So what if aruthur and y/n were like meliodas and Elizabeth except it was only y/n that got cursed and once he got his power of chaos he was able to lift the curse the only consequences is that she forgets her romantic feelings with him, until he finds something special in their memories that would help her remember and then they get married (the special thing would be maybe something like a necklace he gave her when they were kids)
Lol I have alot of ideas for aruthur but sometimes I just can't put it out rightđ
I did these as headcanons since I thought I wouldn't be able to flesh out the idea well, but I'm now very proud of it! I think these headcanons can be a very good start if I ever want to make a xReader out of this (or anyone). I tried to do them in the most canon way to the series timeline and without altering the characters we know. Hope you like them!
Arthur and his S/O if they were cursed similar to Meliodas and Elizabeth
Since only Y/N is being cursed with Elizabeth's curse, and assuming Arthur is a human (and so he has the lifespan of one and can't resurrect, at least until having Chaos), I'm guessing Y/N had to be cursed after they met while being kids, but without passing too much time in between both events. If not, the timeline would be a little strange. (Arthur gets Chaos canonically very fast if you think about it, just 16 years in comparison to the 3000+ years Meliodas had to endure with both curses)
Also, Y/N should have been cursed by someone who isn't the Demon King or the Supreme Deity, because it wouldn't make sense for them to be the ones. And the best next contender for that has to be Merlin.
Why is she being cursed? Maybe Merlin didn't want Arthur to be distracted from her goal, and so she took advantage of their relationship and forced Arthur to unlock his full potential, knowing well he would do everything to save his S/O from the curse. Neither Arthur nor Y/O knows that Merlin is responsible. Arthur asks Merlin for help, so of course everything goes according to her plan
Y/N has to be very unlucky to die several times, taking into account Arthur is still young and a human (Elizabeth dies at 28 y.o. on average, and Arthur will be able to solve everything in less than 16 years). So maybe she died like 2 or 3 times, max. 4 - 5 (if she was cursed let's say at 6 y.o, that would mean she dies every 2 years)
And if she dies, she can't reencarnate as a baby or Arthur would outlive her easily (and would be very creepy). So I'm guesing she reencarnates in someone close in age to Arthur.
To sum it up until now: Y/N is cursed by Merlin with Elizabeth's curse in an attempt to unlock Arthur's full potential faster. She dies a few times, every 2 years aprox. Like Elizabeth, Y/N always finds Arthur and falls in love with him, only to remember everything and die in 3 days.
This is assuming his canon information. If you wanted to think of it as them being demon/goddess then I don't think the story would be any different since you are just changing the protagonists but keeping the same formula
Back to the present: Arthur gets Chaos and is able to lift the curse, Merlin is also satisfied with the result (at least for now). However Arthur notices something strange, as if her S/O had some kind of amnesia, since she doesn't reciprocate his feelings (which were reciprocated until lifting the curse a few minutes ago)
Arthur worries a lot and explains her the situation, which is useless since Y/N doesn't remember anything of them being in a relationship. He makes his next objective being able to make Y/N fall in love with him, alongside making a country were no one suffers (he is a King after all)
With the passing of time he noticed that nothing he did made Y/N fall in love with him, which made him spiral into darkness and despair for some time, making him closer the 4kota Arthur we know
That was until one day he found in one well stored box a beautifully crafted necklace, which he inmediately recognized as the one he had gifted Y/N years ago when vowing to save her and marry her one day, and that was also discovered in the corpse of that same Y/N after the curse had made its appearence
It was more and more painful to make the same promise to every reencarnation only to end in death, that's why he stored it and put it away.
But now that problem had disappeared. Arthur took the necklace and went back to were Y/N was, just to gift it to her once and for all. To his surprise Y/N's eyes widened after seeing it in her hands - "I remember now..."
Both looked at each other with surprised looks on their faces. After so many years, war was over.
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December Creator of the Month:
Oh-So-Youre-a-Nerd
Each month, CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers or artists, and this monthâs creator of the month is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd . We're very excited because Ascindio is our very first artist to be highlighted! We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.
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1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?Â
I started playing in 2016, I can't remember if I read Endless Summer or Rules of Engagement first, but I ended up deleting the app after like 2 weeks cause I couldn't stop buying diamonds đ
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I re-downloaded it about, ohh idk 2 years ago?
2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?
I joined the Fandom specifically on Tumblr and specifically for It Lives Within, which happened to come out right after I read the first two booksÂ
3- How did you pick your blog name?Â
I always try to seem cool and mysterious when I meet people irl, and then as soon as I open my mouth, I ruin it with some niche trivia or something, and they say, âOh, so you're a nerd.â đ Can't tell you how many times this exact phrase has been uttered to me.Â
4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it! Â
This is the first Choices related post I made đ I was just thinking about the concept of what if characters make terrible decisions cause they're controlled by a player who is out of diamonds lol I was going to do a whole series of them (next was going to be lotr âfly on eagles to mordor?â *30 diamonds* or âsimply walkâ) but got lazy lol
5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both?Â
Only art. God, IÂ WISHÂ I wrote too. I've thought about trying cause I have so many ideas floating around in my head, but at the end of the day, I'd rather spend my free time drawing.Â
6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?
For Choices, since early 2022
For other fandoms, since well, forever, but I only started posting around 2017/18
7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?
Favorite Choices book is probably It Lives in the Woods. All of the characters were so interesting, I never got bored reading it, and it had an incredible twist that made sense but I still didn't see coming.Â
Favorite to create for is probably Blades of Light and Shadow though because I am such a sucker for the fantasy aesthetic.
8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?.
This isn't the first Choices art I made, but it IS the first I actually shared
And honestly, I DO still like it because I still remember the way I felt absolutely POSSESSED while drawing it (I hadn't drawn anything for *months*). I would definitely change the background, though. Those trees look like shit, and they're not even the correct type for the kind of forest they're in.Â
9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created?Â
My favorite Choices art I've done is probably this piece.Â
10- Do you have a fic/art that you didnât expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?
I definitely didn't expect this one to do well at all as it was so hastily drawn
And I was sad this piece didn't get more love, it was such a dope scene and I was so excited about how the sword turned out
11- If you could only draw one style or type of art for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?Â
I'm not sure if I'm interpreting the question right, but if I had to pick like a specific type of art, it would be digital, and I would want to do fan art. I have a hard time painting anything that I don't already have a deep connection with (so original art with no story behind it is usually a chore for me), and digital art is just so incredibly convenient and not messy and so so versatile.Â
12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?
Because I use fiction as a way to safely process trauma/ grief/ other big emotions, each MC I make has a small part of me, whichever part I feel the need to explore at the time.
There's an amazing quote by Patrick Rothfuss that I feel explains it perfectly.Â
It's from Wise Man's Fear
âThese folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didnât talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.
Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibeaâs trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like haâpenny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case.â
13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?
I have a very difficult time making the poses seem natural and flowing. My all time favorite art is Baroque/Renaissance style and how fluid the poses are, how soft the skin looks, how delicately it's all done. Obviously, I will always have my own style, but those are things that I so want to incorporate but never seem to get quite right, and it drives me crazy đ
14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?
Not really. I mean, I have a ton of unfinished work, but as soon as the window of inspiration passes, I just can't get myself to care enough about it to finish it (insert Jake the Dog, ânow it's gone, and I don't care about it anymore!â )
15 - If someone you know in real life (who isnât involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first?Â
I would, and have. I typically show them whatever most rendered recent picture from my Instagram because I don't post any nsfw there and usually try to post only my prettier work for this specific reason haha. (As opposed to here, I post everything here, ain't NO ONE from real life invited to see my tumblr đ)
16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?
Writers: Brandon Sanderson, for sure. He's the reason I got back into art back in 2017 ish. His stories are just so emotional they push me to create. Same with @saibug1022, there is always at least one scene from every story he shares that I desperately want to draw to try to capture the emotions.Â
Artists: God, sooo many, here are just like my top 3 favorites and their instagrams.
Audra Auclair
Obsessed with her unique style, and specifically the way she draws eyelids and noses
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The way they draw those dripping, glowing wisps. I stare at their pieces for hours (no lie) trying to dissect them stroke by stroke to figure out how they do it.
Miho Hirano
Their art has a delicate whimsy-ness I would SELL MY SOUL to achieveÂ
17- Which one of your creations would you like to see a fiction written about?Â
JC, this is the shit I DREAM of.
Definitely this one.Â
So this is love.
This little comic means a lot to me.Â
18- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art?Â
Very rarely, but I do, every so often. This is my favorite original piece.
20-Â What other hobbies do you have?
Gaming, singing, walking through the Cemetary with my wee daughter, reading, that's about it đ¤ˇ
21 - Whatâs your favorite emoji?Â
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22: BONUS - tell us anything youâd like (if you want to).
I really wanted to say that I don't believe in âgoodâ art and âbadâ art (just ethical vs non-ethical). That being said, I know what it's like to hate your art, like soooo intimately. If you ever are feeling shit about your art, you can ABSOLUTELY message me (I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if we've never interacted before) and just say, âI am feeling shit about my artâ and I will go through your art and tell you every specific thing I love about it and why it's wonderful. I am not joking; I am so so serious rn. đđđđÂ
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Hi it's mee!! Since you always have amazing Ideas for requests, you must be amazing at fulfilling requests too!!
I'd like to request a Hunter from xikers fluff, where reader goes on a first date to the movies with Hunter and they're both nervous in the beginning but then they hit it off and get very cute with each other!!
Thank you in advance and take as much time as you need! Love you đđđ
I have, finally found motivation to write! I hope this does justice to your request! I'm not exactly the best at it, I might disappoint you but I hope you enjoy Love<3! (Could've definitely done a better job on this đ
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{Requests are open, you can find my masterlist here!}
!!LOUD!!
Pairing: nonidol!Hunter X GN!reader
Warnings: none as far as I know.
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You were telling yourself not to panic, be calm, cool. You can do this! Just be yourse-
Your train of thought was cut short as you tripped on the sidewalk, barely catching yourself last second. The other day you had been asked out on a movie date by you crush!
Yeah, you were happy and excited and all that, but you were, rightfully so, nervous. You stood up properly and checked your phone. 8:15PM. You were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago!
You basically ran to the cinema a couple blocks down, a pit forming in your stomach as you saw a very uncomfortable looking hunter outside the cinema glancing around. You mentally slapped yourself and rushed over, apologising over and over "...and I lost track of time and-" he waved his hands Infront of your face, dismissing your apology.
"It's fine! It's okay! I just got here anyway!" He gave you a half smile, you could tell he lied but you nodded, not pushing any further.
"can we just- go inside?". He reached for your hand as you looked for the room you were supposed to be in, making butterflies erupt in your stomach, clichĂŠ I know, for a second you felt like you should pull your hand away but you forced yourself not to, instead letting your mind wander. You had let him pick the movie, so you didn't know what to expect.
After a couple minutes of waiting in your sits, your hands awkwardly touching, the lights inside the room finally dimmed and you focused your eyes on the screen.
Your jaw fell open as you saw the movie playing, it was one of your all time favourites! You had watched it so many times and never gotten bored of it. Forgetting the awkwardness moments prior you excitedly turned your head towards him, kind of scaring him.
"W-what-?!" He asked earning a couple of 'hushes' and 'shushes' from the people around you "You like this movie?" You asked, immediately regretting the question. He picked it! Of course he liked it! "Yeah- do you not?! We can always do something else-" "no no! It's actually one of my all time favourites, it's just. Not exactly too known that's why I'm surprised" you explained.
He quickly relaxed, squeezing your hand which you had forgotten was still in his "you scared me!" He whisper yelled this time "Sorry-?" He started at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a wheeze at how tense you looked suddenly.
So, he took it upon himself to help you relax, even though he was tense himself. Throughout the movie you talked about the plot, your favourite characters and even recited some of the lines along with the actors on screen. Laughing whenever someone shushed you.
Towards the end of the movie, you had noticed him turning to look at you quite frequently, your face was flushed red and you thanked whatever higher power was responsible for the darkness inside the room. "Hey.." you turned your head to look at him this time "yeah?" He leaned closer "You're red. Is everything okay?" Dammit. You took in a sharp breath "yep, just a little hot" you made up the stupidest excuse possible.
"yeah, you are." It was barely audible but you heard it, blinking at him repeatedly "wha- what?" "I'll tell you later" he motioned to the screen, turning to focus back on the movie that was mare seconds away from ending. Leaving you sitting there confused and flustered.
Walking out of the cinema you turned your head sharply towards him crossing your arms "Wanna tell me what that was?" He mimicked your actions "but your know what it was?" You narrowed your eyes "do I?" "Mhmmm" he gave you a toothy smile, basically melting you. How can someone he so cute?!
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You were currently sitting on swings in a park, having lost track of time. You just sat there not swinging or anything you just rested your head on the chain, starting to once again feel awkward.
You felt someone standing behind you so you looked up, You saw Hunter standing over you, looking down at you "are you always this quiet?" "Maybe" you gave him a side smile, you've only been out for a couple of hours but you were starting to warm up to him even more than you already had.
He leaned down, a couple of inches away from your face "Maybe? What kind of answer is that?!" You bumped his shoulder and he laughed "ok no seriously, why are we so quiet?" Your eyes shone as you decide to have some fun "Oh? Well if that's the problem, WHY NOT BE LOUD?!" you asked raising your voice "Shhh, hey hey!" "WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO BE QUIET?!" "Yeah, not so loud tho!" You smiled satisfied with yourself "OH YEAH?! SORRY I DON'T REALISE" you noticed some windows light up across the street, making your eyes wide "Be quiet!" He warned playfully leaning closer "or what?" You asked not as loudly as you hoped.
Wanna take a guess on what happened next?
If you guessed a kiss, you'd be absolutely correct.
"or that" you tilted your head to the side still looking up at him from the swing you were sat on "I should be loud more often then?" "You can just ask, you know." You stood up and turned to him "can I have another one then?" "Good question. Can you?"now it was your turn to lean over, kissing him instead.
Well, that went better than you were expecting, not complaining or anything!
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How about the femreader is the daughter of Maverick and Iceman and the pilots takes good care of her when sheâs sick. Maybe watch movies or eating snacks/food
A/n: I hope this makes sense đ
I have a killer headache right now and really don't feel well. I need my comfort though. I'm also coming off my break, I missed writing! Content will be coming out slow though as a warning!
WARNING: Iceman is NOT sick, he is perfectly healthy. In fanfiction our characters only ever get to be healthy and happy unless used for angst.
Everyone knew something was wrong when you had called out of work with a note from the base doctors. You usually pushed through everything, you even tried to fly still with broken ribs and a concussion. Your fathers didn't even know you had called out until you didn't show up for training and they were notified.
Your fathers were both distant and distracted that day, reaching out to you. You were extremely sick at the moment, barely able to get out of bed. Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix were constantly asking for any information as those three were your closest friends.
As soon as everyone got out of work, Maverick and Iceman noticed the three piling into Roosters Bronco and they shared a look. They were like little puppies for you.
Maverick texted Hangman as Iceman drove them to the pharmacy. Normally he would text Rooster this but he was driving them.
Hangman, can you guys run to Walmart and get some stuff for Y/n? We're getting her medicine that she asked for. Figured you guys could get her some stuff to cheer her up.
Sure, Pops. We'll meet you at her place. You two need anything as well?
No, thank you. We'll be alright, just get for Sparky.
Twenty minutes later, you were opening your front door after hearing a knock. You stood there in pajamas and wrapped in a blanket, looking at both your fathers and your three best friends. "What are you guys doing here?" You asked, your voice weak and hoarse.
All of them could feel their hearts constrict at a usually strong woman stood before them looking and sounding fragile. "Well, Papa and I were bringing you medicine to help our daughter feel better. When we tried, her three puppies- Ow! Tom! Quit it! Sorry, her best friends tagged along. They have goodies too" Maverick grinned at you, rubbing his arm that his husband hit very forcefully.
You smiled before turning and coughing into your arm, they could tell it hurt you. Your parents ushered you into your kitchen while Jake, Nat, and Bradley set your living room up to hold everyone.
As they did that, your dad's babied you. Maverick was getting you the right medicine to give you and checking you for a fever, Iceman was making you your favorite soup.
It made your heart ache to remember how they used to take care of you like this as a child. When one of your dads were deployed, the other freaked out trying to figure out how to care for you. It made you chuckle and Tom turned to you, "Something funny pumpkin?" He asked. "Just remembering you both taking care of me when I was little. This means a lot to me" you said, you voice laced with exhaustion. Pete kissed your temple, "Always sweetheart." He told you before whispering, "You scared us all. Especially those three" he said in your ear.
You looked over to see the living room set up with pillows and blankets. There was one sofa open for your parents and the other for three of you and a spot on the floor for another.
It was a little while later that you were laying on the couch with you feet in Jake's lap and your head in Nats while she ran her fingers through your hair. You had a hand in Bradley's hair, combing through his hair as you fell asleep because of the medicine.
You were watching a favorite movie for you all, you dad's off to the side so they could help you were you needed. You were still running a high fever but you needed parental and friendly love today.
This would be a memory you didn't forget for a while as everyone helped you get better. Luckily, no one got sick after.
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Burden
Chapter 14 |
Chapter 15: Forget Me Not
TW: some awkwardness, confusing visions, Daniel makes an appearance, mentions of major character death and spoilers for the comics, a bit of Dark!Munin, The Fates, some intense memories and mentions of violence, pain, and allusions to assault, a bit of trickster god energy (I'm not super familiar with Puck and Loki from the comics, so please don't crucify me if they're not great!), threats, some cryptic shit from Destiny, a pretty big revelation, and finally, some soft fluffy goodness to give our story a happy end before the rewrite.
I really struggled with this last chapter! đ
I think because I already know I'm going to rewrite it the words just didn't wanna cooperate with me and I'm overall not super thrilled with how it came out. I do really hope y'all still enjoy it and are looking forward to getting the rewrite whenever I have the time to get that going. Thank you all so much for your love, support and patience with this series!
Awkward felt like an inadequate word to describe the stiff silence that now consumed Hector's home. You quietly took a sip of your drink, eyes darting back and forth between the two men as they stared one another down across the living room. Youâd quietly hoped that the two would use this time to let go of the strenuous circumstances theyâd previously met under.
Hector finally leaned back and spoke, âMake any pregnant women cry today?â
Or notâŚ
Dreamâs face tensed slightly, but his voice was steady as he replied, âNo.â
âYou couldâve given us a minute to say a proper goodbye, you know,â Hector insisted with a sneer. âShe had to go through so much all alone⌠we didnât even get a chance to talk about baby names. I donât⌠I donât even know how theyâre doing.â
This made Morpheus soften, and for a moment, you wondered if he was thinking about his own son, that had been long lost to him. âDaniel. Your son's name is Daniel, and he is doing well. Iâve had my raven check in with them on occasion.â
Your friend smiled and looked out toward the trees. âDaniel. What about Lyta?â
âSheâs been moreâŚâ Morpheus chose his word carefully. âRestless as of late. A just reaction, I suppose, after learning all she has.â
âCouldnât you help her with that?â Hector asked. âIsnât that your job or something?â
âI could, but she does not wish for my help.â
âSounds like her,â his smile was soft and sad but filled with a restfulness youâd not seen in him for a long while. âLyta was always the stubborn one between us.â
Morpheus glanced at you, an invisible smirk plain to your eyes. âA struggle I understand too well, spirit.â
Your eyes narrowed. âAre you calling me stubborn?â
âI said no such thing,â he insisted with a wicked gleam in his eyes that answered the question for him.
Turning your head away, you smiled at Hector. âApologies for bringing up such painful memories. It was not my intent, my friend.â
He shook his head and waved your concern away. âIt wasnât so bad.â
Morpheus allowed the man to show him the home heâd built, taking in details heâd missed the first time in his haste, and, you thought, the two seemed less at odds with one another by the time you departed. Your beloved remained as long as he could, spending time with you to tell the children stories while you held Sirius and got lost in the sound of his silken voice. A loud screech and a string of curses echoed from the wood, bringing you and the Dream Lord to your feet, shielding as many ears as you could reach from the vile things being shouted.
The Corinthian stumbled out of the woods with Kat hot on his heels, talons bared and clawing at him with every swoop. Her feathers were ruffled, and the noises she made were ones youâd never heard before. âKat!â
She heeded your voice, halting her attack on the nightmare to settle on a branch beside you. The Corinthian shook his clothes off, looking at the deep tear in his suit. âYour beast owes me a new suit!â
Katâs eyes burned. âThe only thing I owe you is a slow and painful death, nightmare.â
âWhat is the meaning of this?â You demanded as Morpheus distracted the children.
âIs this not the nightmare that betrayed you, my lady?â
âIt is,â you answered honestly. âBut he has been remade now. He will not hurt me again.â
âOnce is more than enough,â She bit back. âThis was something you knew once.â
Your eyes narrowed, and you tilted your head at her words. âWhat do you mean by this?â
Kat shook out her feathers. âNothing, my lady. If you say the nightmare means no harm, then I shall trust you.â
âThank you, Kat,â you answered, her words still rattling around your mind, but the golden owl took to the skies before you could question her further.Â
The Corinthian bared his teeth at the shredded suit jacket. âDaunty, love the new realm and all, but you gotta get a tighter handle on your greeters.â
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head at him. âRelax. Iâm sure your maker would happily repair your suit if you asked nicely.â
He scoffed. âIâd rather live with the tears.â
âStubborn.â
âAlways,â he replied with a grin. âSo, you gonna give me the tour, or are you too busy for little nightmares now?â
Linking your arm with his, you smiled at Morpheus, who continued telling the children stories beside the fountain. âI always have time for you, dear Corinthian.â
*
It had been a few days since youâd spoken with Hector, but the sad look in his eyes when heâd mentioned not being able to see his son had stuck with you. You approached the young tree with a gentle touch and kind gaze upon the face carved into the trunk. Hector's son was still quite young, and his tree of memory reflected such. It was smaller than his mother's that stood beside it, but the roots were strong and ran far deeper than any mortal. Daniel, you quickly realized, was special. Different. Like you.
The face seemed to stare back at you, white leaves peeking out from beneath the lush green canopy. You approached slower, urging the roots to lift and open the young one's mind to you. His memories would be few, but there was no doubt much you could learn within them. Veins of white stood out in the darkness. Some roots, the ones that borrowed deeper, were pale and sung with power and immortality. The song of The Endless. But, the tune wasn't Dreams, or Deaths, or Desires. It was its own song, still unfinished.
You walked through the light, lush still forming along the walls of his memory, focusing on the memories he found joyful. You intended to share them with Hector, a gift to show your gratitude for his hard work and kindness. That, however, was not where the tree led you.
Stumbling into the blinking light, you found yourself kneeling in deep sand. Sand scratched your palms, sticking to you like sap, just as it had the first time. Except now that sand, once a deep void of black, was white. It sparked like tiny perfect crystals in your palms as you stood and looked out at the miles of glistening sand and bright cerulean waves.
You knew this beach better than any save its creator. You knew the placement of each stone and the feeling of the sand as it molded to your steps. This place felt different⌠All at once, the beach you knew and not. It was old and new and entirely confusing.
The fragile ground beneath your feet seemed to remember you as you walked toward where the Gates of Horn and Ivory should have been. The sand didn't swallow your feet or try to slow your steps. It felt as though you were walking on nothing at all. Before your eyes, the entrance stood, an entrance that was not the gates you knew at all.
Glossy white marble caught the light and cast an ethereal glow all around you. An aura of both light and color, beautiful and bright. The gates stood open, revealing a sight you'd grown to know well. "The Dreaming."
As you passed through, you admired the fine craftsmanship of the carvings in the marble gates. A story familiar and also not⌠Something that had not yet been told. Familiar things were more abundant here as you walked through the town and admired the dreamers. Dreams and Nightmares, old and new, greeted you like a friend and wished you good fortune as you made your way to the palace.
The regal and beautiful palace of The Dream Lord was quite similar to the one youâd known. Only some small changes in the stone and the statues caught your eyes, but as the doors opened to the throne room, a wave of unfamiliarity washed over you at the sight. The white marble of Dreamâs palace was pristine in every sense of the word, reflecting the array of light and color that swirled around the room, drawing your gaze to the tiny crystals that hung in the air like drops of frozen rain. It was beautiful, marvelous, but not what you knew to be.
The stairway leading to the throne was wrong as well, far more winding and long, a path of almost transparent crystal. The stained glass windows above the throne shifted to reflect you, a perfect vision of white mist and black dogs and golden leaves. It was as if The Dreaming was trying to welcome you⌠trying to lull you into a feeling of peace or comfort at all that was not as it should be. And there, in the place of the throne, you knew Morpheus to have was something entirely not his. It looked far more organic, like a split geode holding an uncontainable cosmos of stars and cosmic clouds inside it. And sitting on that throne was a being that was not Dream of The Endless. Not your Dream.
The pale being lifted his head, and not a single strand of his cloudy white hair strayed. His black eyes consumed you entirely, two small slivers of starlight shining brighter as they looked upon you. The robes he wore were white, adorned with golden designs, and there, sitting proudly upon his chest, was a glowing emerald dreamstone.
âIt is a great honor to meet you at last, Munin of the Emerald Wood.â His voice was silken and light, Dreamâs but not his.Â
âYou are not my Dream⌠are you?â You asked with tears building in your eyes.
With a soft sigh, he rose from his throne slowly, almost as if he thought doing so any faster would scare you. âNo, I suppose I am not.â
You didnât dare look away from him as you asked, âThen who are you?â
âThe name you would likely know me by is Daniel. Daniel Hall.â
Lies. âDaniel Hall is little more than a child. You could not possibly be him.â
âNot as you know him to be,â he said, slowly descending the winding staircase. âBut, as youâve already noticed, none of this is as it was. A future carved in stone, written in Destinyâs book of things, a future only you can stop.â
âFuture?â You questioned, looking around at The Dreaming. âYou mean to tell me Iâve stumbled into the future?â
âNo,â Daniel replied with a light chuckle. âMore of a vision.â
You watched him carefully as he stood before you, hands clasped and a soft, childlike smile on his lips. âSo this is what is to come then? You mean to steal this realm from Morpheus?â
His brows furrowed. âIâve stolen nothing. The Dreaming and the title Dream of the Endless was given to me by he who came before.â
âMorpheus would never just give his realm or his title away,â you insisted. âUnlessâŚâ
âHe did all he could to stop it, but The Kindly Ones were relentless in their attack. His sacrifice saved The Dreaming and those that remained.â Daniel could see the pain in you, and with a sigh, he added. âHe did not suffer. Death greeted him and showed him the way. He was at peace in the end.â
You shook your head, tears rolling down your cheeks. âAnd what of me? I did nothing while he perished?â
âThere were⌠things complicating your involvement.â He shook his head. âIt matters not. You are here now.â
âYouâve been expecting me?â
He smiled, chuckling softly. âNo, more⌠hoping you would find a way here so we could speak.â
âSpeak of what?â
"If the love you bare him is even a fraction of the love that lingers in me stillâŚ" he lifted a hand to your cheek. "Love he bore for you. Then you'll save him. Youâll ensure this future never has to be.â
With narrow eyes, you asked, âYou would give up his power⌠his title, and his kingdom?â
Daniel nodded. âAll I ever wished for was a normal life with my mother. Plots larger than me⌠Larger than him made that impossible. But you, you could change it.â
âHow?â
âSeek out Loki and Puck. The end of your Dream Lord began with their plot and⌠my motherâs misguided actions.â
Loki and Puck - two tricksters that youâd only met in passing. Gods that were notoriously difficult to track down. âAnd how do you suggest I find them? Theyâre not known for making such easy.â
âVisit my mother,â he urged. âAnd myself, I supposeâŚâ he chuckled again. âThe two should be close by.â
You paused, listening to the faint sounds of The Forest calling you home. âWhat happens if I fail?â
Daniel only smiled, reaching out to lift your hand to his lips. âThen I hope this is not the last time we meet, Lady Munin. And that the next is under better circumstances.â
*
Lyta Hall lived in a modest apartment in a bustling city. Though youâd ventured into the mortal world before, it looked vastly different from what little you could remember. She was surrounded by those she loved, Rose Walker and Ged, and many familiar faces - faces you knew from memories alone. And while the apartment wasnât large or lavish, she appeared to be happy aside from the large bags that hung beneath her eyes, telling you sheâd not found any peace in her dreams.
For a while, you simply watched them, searching for some sigh of Loki and Puckâs coming mischief, but the longer you looked in, the more you felt compelled to venture closer. You wanted to speak with her, to reassure her that her husband was safe and loved. And so you found yourself in her apartment, standing in the kitchen and admiring the little notes, photographs, and memories each held. Lost in your own examining, you barely heard the sharp gasp and the sound of wood scraping against the floor as Lyta hurriedly rose from the table at the sight of you.
Suddenly you were reminded that it was not normal for people to appear in mortal homes simply, and you bashfully bowed your head to her. âApologies. I did not mean to startle you.â
âWho are you?â She demanded, forcing her voice to sound firm and dangerous.
âWe have met before,â you answered softly. âIn a dream.â
Her face softened slightly. âYou⌠youâre the one that took Hector.â
Nodding, you answered the question she had not asked. âHe is safe. He misses you,â your eyes drifted to the small child in his high chair. âBoth of you.â
âWhat do you want?â She demanded, wiping her eyes.Â
âI simply wanted to apologize for my coldness that day. I was⌠I was not myself.â You sighed. âWere it within my power, I would have let him remain with you.â
âBut it isnât,â she answered bitterly. âItâs his power, isnât it?â
You realized Morpheus was the he that she spoke so sourly of. âIt was out of his power as well. The Dream Lord means you no harm, Lyta. This is why youâve not slept, isnât it?â
Lyta looked at Daniel and shook her head. âI donât want him to come for my son⌠not while Iâm under some spell and canât defend him.â
âDream of the Endless would not steal your son,â you said gently. âHe means neither of you harm.â
âYou donât know that,â she replied bitterly.
âI do,â you assured her. As you watched her move to the child's side, you felt an odd power humming around her. The song of the Endless echoed from the boy, swirling around her, but beneath his song was power. A power that you knew. Lyta and Daniel froze, time halting as mist rolled in from unseen places, and their power engulfed the apartment.
"You are meddling in dangerous things, lost one." Their combined voices sent a chill up your spine, but not one of fear or anger⌠A feeling of familiarity.
The Mother tutted softly as she moved around the frozen figure of Lyta Hall. "Fate is not something easily changed, dear sun."
The Crone lifted her head, glaring at the babe in Lyta's arms. "And this fate is one you should not even attempt to alter."
"I won't let you do it," your voice was cold as mist rushed beneath your feet. The Forest bled into this illusion they thrust you in, dark, twisted trees casting long shadows over the three. Black engulfed your fingertips, and you could feel the darkness, the daunting power of it bending to your will. "Morpheus is mine. And none shall have him while I draw breath."
The Maiden tilted her head, eyes shining back at you in admiration. "You always were so determined."
"So headstrong and unafraid," The Mother continued, her eyes bearing a deep sorrow that surprised you.
"It is what led you to your doom the first time." Though The Crone's eyes were stiff, guarded, and unwilling to bend beneath your steady gaze, her voice trembled, lips quivering as she uttered a single word. "Mneme."
All at once the darkness vanished. You felt your power stripped away, leaving you trembling and bare before The Fates. Breathlessly you fell to your knees. Sparks of golden light and a searing, unbearable pain engulfed you until all you could do was scream.
Not a word. Flashes filled your vision, swarming like molten gold in water. A name. Fire blazed, and a burst of sickening laughter echoed in your mind. Your name.
Their hands offered you some comfort, albeit temporary. The Mother smoothed your hair back. "Do not fight it."
The Maiden stroked your cheeks. "Let it come."
The Crone looked down at you with tears in her eyes. Her palm pressed to your forehead. "Remember."
*
The first thing you saw once the blinking light faded from your vision was the orange hues of the sun setting over the ocean. You sat upon the edge of the cliffside, wind combing through your golden locks of hair, and a peaceful feeling settled in your chest. You were home.
"Mneme!" The Fatesâ voices called out as one.Â
Turning your head, you smiled at them. "Not too close to the edge, I know!"
The Maiden offered you a smile back. "The fall would be terrible indeed, even for one such as you."
The Mother waved, gesturing to you to come to them. "Come down from there, sweet child!"
The Crone rolled her ancient eyes and scoffed. "She won't fall! Our Mneme is far too surefooted to do something as foolish as that."
"Accidents still happen, sister self." The Mother reminded.
You squeezed her hand. "I'll be more careful."
"More careful!" The Crone laughed. "She's been careful since the day she was born, I doubt she's capable or more."
The Maiden lovingly braided a strand of your hair. "There's no harm in having fun every now and then."
The sky above had begun to shift to the deep star-filled night, your favorite. "I have to go."
"Back to that tree of yours?" The Crone asked.
"Back to the humans?" The Mother's question was far more bitter.
You kissed all their cheeks. "I'll be home before the sun rises!"
More light flashed, more voices echoed in your mind as your body felt like it would burst apart. You saw it through the slightly golden haze. The Great Tree standing tall amidst a bustling village. Its trunk was a rich reddish brown with golden leaves glistening in the low light of the fires the humans had lit to illuminate their festivities.
In the blink of an eye, you were in the tall branches, looking down at the bodies that moved below, watching the humans with wonder. You and the tree had been linked from the moment of your birth. A tree with roots that spanned across realms and lifetimes and a little spirit born of fate and memory.Â
A rather simple pair when compared to the billions of other supernatural and immortal beings and creatures that existed. But, you were fine with simple. You enjoyed your time spent on Mount Helicon and watching the humans, quietly gifting them with long memories and thus making their marvelous stories last forever.
It had been centuries since you'd heard the lovely tune for the first time. The first song ever made. A simple and beautiful thing that planted a seed deep inside you. A longing for something real⌠Tangible⌠Something wholly yours. You had no idea what it would be, this thing, but some nights you could hear The Fates whispering. They must've known. There was little they did not see. So, you waited, hoping that it was something marvelous.
The memories raced by, quicker and more painful than before. You could feel the raw ache in your throat, a result of your screaming, but you could only hear the voices. It was all still fragmented, flashes of a happy life with The Fates that all shifted⌠The sour smell of decay stung your nose. These flashes were darker, the fragments blurry and hazed.Â
You felt fire cracking under your skin, nails clawing at the wrong flesh that caged you. A laugh⌠A wide and villainous grin letting down at you. Unfamiliar hands touching you⌠Defiling you⌠The human's bright beauty slowly diminishing before your very eyes. You could taste the salt of your tears and feel the ache in your knees as you bent to the floor and begged. "Harken to me!" Your voice sounded so broken⌠Desperate. "Please, I beg of you! Deliver me from this place!"
The gentle hands that touched your head bore a somber tinge that answered the question you did not even ask. "Enough, dear one."
"You should rest," The Maiden said.
"You will need it for what is to come," The Crone finished.
"Help me," you begged them, lifting your drowning eyes. "There must be something you can do⌠Someone to intercede on my behalf."
The Crone's eyes turned cold as she sighed. "Foolish child. You are awfully bound. There are none that can deliver you from this place."
The Mother's eyes were filled with tears. "Not now, at leastâŚ"
The Maiden braided a strand of your dull hair. "Not when so much of you has been spent."
"I am so sorry, dear oneâŚ" The Mother pressed a kiss to your head. "Your prayers were wasted."
"No!" You cried out, rising to reach for them, but they were already gone. The chain binding you to this place scratched against the stone floor. "Do not leave meâŚ"
The pieces fragmented further. Shattering like glass when you tried to hold onto them. All you could truly recall was a knife, blood, screaming, and fire. Darkness that felt warm and safer than what you'd known for so long and then breathlessness. You could see a rippling surface, bubbles floating away from you as the air abandoned you.Â
As you sank deeper into an unknown abyss, you could see the golden strands of your hair fade to white, and a voice echoed in your mind as all else began to fade away. "You will never be rid of me!"
*
"Mneme," The Maiden's voice called out to you.
"Stop," you begged, voice raw and hardly understandable. This wasn't true⌠This was a trick. All of it. Their hands, cradling your head, felt too heavy. "Don't call me that."
âMnemeâŚâ The Mother cooed softly as you shook their hands off you.
âDo not call me that! I⌠I cannot deal with this now. I⌠ThereâsâŚâ You wanted nothing more than to sob, to let the information youâd just regained swallow you whole.Â
Morpheus needed you. The events Daniel spoke of could still be years away, but youâd not risk it. Especially not now. Forcing your body upright, you looked into the eyes of The Fates. âI am going to change what is written. Morpheus will not perish, least of all at the hands of you.â
The Maidenâs tears were like diamonds upon her cheeks. âWe take no pleasure in this.â
Your sound of disbelief caused The Mother to sigh, âNot much pleasure in it.â
âYou cannot change this,â The Crone said, cold as ice once again. âTry as you might, what is will be and what will be is.â
âThe only one you shall harm is yourself,â The Maiden replied.
"You will spend your power," The Mother warmed. "Spread yourself thin until all you are withers."
"Lost again to Lethe," The Crone finished.
âIf anything happens to him⌠anything at all, it is you that I shall harm. Consequences be damned.â
You didnât give them the chance to speak again, vanishing from the apartment and from their presence with a mere thought. The world felt both heavier and lighter, and with it, you felt both more powerful and less. Forcing the memories⌠the past from your mind, you put your plan into motion. It was just as youâd told The Fates. None would have Morpheus.
The meadow was quiet. From what youâd seen of the human world, there were few places like this that remained. Calm and untouched, reeking of old fairy magic and buzzing with godly power. Two tricksters lurking in the shadows. The combination of their power was dizzying and stunk of mischief. A warning to any that drew too near to turn back and hope youâd not caught their eye. You, however, would not be so easily deterred.
âWhat have we here?â An old and giggly voice purred from the shadows.
âA little witch?â Another chimed in, smug and prideful and filled with echoing laughter.
You showed no emotion as you addressed them. âI am Munin, Queen of realms of memory.â
A figure appeared a greenish beast with scales and fur and long pointed ears. Sharp teeth gleamed back at you as the deep red eyes of the spirit Puck glowed. âQueeny, Queeny, Queeny⌠why are you so far from your castle?â
Bright hair and an angular face examined you closely from a safe distance away as Loki grinned back. âCome to play with the old tricksters, have you?â
âMore like come to talk sense into you,â you replied calmly, urging the wood around you to slowly shift.
The two laughed loudly, clutching their guts as they looked at each other. âSense? Oh, weâve not had sense in ages!â
âSo Iâve been told. But, kidnapping a dream-touched child is a new sort of stupidity I thought even you two would be above.â
âCareful now,â Puck growled. âIâd surely hate to have to get blood all over that pretty white dress, Queeny.â
âIt would be quite the shame,â you agreed. âThough the dress could be a trophy of sorts stained with your blood.â
Puck giggled, deranged and gleeful. âI like you!â
âFocus,â Loki insisted as he languidly stalked forward to circle you. âWhatâs this about a kidnapping?â
You followed him for a moment but chose to keep your eyes on Puck; he was the one youâd have to be most mindful of. âYour little plan to kidnap the boy⌠Daniel Hall.â
âHow would you know about that?â Puck questioned.
âI have my ways.â That was the only answer you offered them. âThe how is hardly the point. Iâm far more interested in skipping it all together so we can focus on the bit where you both use your brains and forget about this half-baked scheme.â
Mist slowly began to seep between the trees, a low groan echoing in the air that signaled your plan had worked. Loki shook his head. âWe arenât exactly known for listening to threats from little girls.â
You smiled. âIâve not even threatened you yet, Odinson.â
âDo not call me that!â He hissed, pointing a long elegant finger at you.
âIâll call you whatever name you see fit after youâve agreed to leave Daniel and his mother alone.â
Puck tutted, clawed nails digging into the branch he leaned on. âGreedy, greedy. Youâre getting boring, Queeny! Perhaps we should just be done with you⌠After all, you look so tasty!â
Sirius dove out of the mist and snapped at the spirit. âMind your tongue, beast. Though I shall gladly rid you of it should you insist.â
Loki pulled two daggers from their sheathes as The Corinthian appeared somewhere off to the side of you, calm and collected as he casually leaned against a tree. âNaughty puppy!â
Rolling your eyes, you lifted a finger, calling forth the tree roots to bind them. âEnough of this.â The trees wound around their limbs, squeezing hard enough that were they not immortal beings, their limbs would have snapped. Loki sneered while Puck laughed. âItâd be in your best interests to leave the child alone.â
âBest interests,â Puck laughed harder. âI care little for interests.â
âYou may not care,â you began, eyes turning to the god. âBut he does.â
Loki shook his head, chuckling at the notion that he cared about anything at all. âYou think you know me, little wood witch?â
You shook your head and walked along the tree roots. âI do not care to know you, trickster. But, I see more than just your eyesâŚâ Memories swirled inside them, good and bad, joyful and not. âWe may not have met more than in passing, but make no mistake, Loki, I know you.â
Puck was the wildcard, the mischievous being that none could reason with or bribe unless he so sought, but Loki was a god. He was shrouded in golden pride and a deep-rooted desire to make Odin love him. Loki was the one you needed to convince. Puck would follow, or he would die, a choice youâd not have to spell out for him, especially with Siriusâ watchful eye and menacing teeth gnashing in the sprite's face.
âWhy do you care so much for this runt?â Loki pondered with a wide grin. âHave a soft spot for dream-touched mortals?â
âWhy does not concern you.â You sat down on a high-up branch and stared the god down. âNo more questions, Loki. Will you leave Lyta and her son alone, or will you die here in my little woods?â
He attempted to shrug against the branches that held him. âItâs not me you need to worry about.â
Puck rolled his eyes. âShe doesnât need to fear me! This game has gotten boooorrrriiinnggg! One little mortal, dream-touched or not, isnât worth this kind of fuss.â
Loki glared at the sprite, clearly displeased by his so-called partner in crime's words. âFine then. Weâll leave the kid alone. Happy now?â
âSwear it.â
âI swear it,â he sneered back. âNow let me go.â
You waved your hand, and the roots released. Puck was gone in a blink, no promises made or extra words exchanged. Here then gone, just like youâd expected from the trickster. Loki remained, anger and some ugly, wounded pride shining in his eyes as he glared at you. Sirius growled. âLeave this place, trickster. And pray you never return.â
Suddenly all emotion drained from the god's face, and he laughed. âYou know, I donât much like being humiliated, especially not by insignificant little girls. Do you think you're suddenly untouchable just because you have some new realm and a bit of power? Well, you arenât.â
Lunging for you, Loki found himself face to face with The Corinthian, who smiled as he brandished his blade. âI believe my lady released you. That means you leave.â
âIâm not scared of you, nightmare!â The god shouted.
âYou should be. Hold him down for me, pup.â Sirius surprisingly heeded the nightmares command and pulled the god down while The Corinthian worked with his blade. The screams were drowned out by the trees cheering and laughing at the now mutilated god. You stood high above it all as The Corinthian finished his work and turned, presenting you with the eyes heâd plucked from Lokiâs skull. Bowing his head, he chuckled. âAny other body parts I should take, my lady?â
You accepted the eyes and shook your head. âNo. Kat has already sent word to Odin. Someone will be here to collect him shortly.â
The Corinthian glanced at you. âYou alright, Daunty?â
Your mind was plagued with the past that youâd still not fully regained, a thing you now had broken and confusing fragments of. âYes. Thereâs just something I need to do now.â
âNeed a nightmare?â
Smiling at him, you shook your head and placed a loving hand on his cheek. âNot this time, dear Corinthian.â
*
Upon Mount Helicon, a secluded cabin stood overlooking the sea. The cabin was not what youâd pictured when you thought of The Fates. Youâd imagined theyâd live in some large palace or a winding maze, like Destiny, but there the three stood, looking out at the sea as you quietly approached. âSuch a lovely sunset.â
The Mother smiled at you. âIt used to be your favorite part of the day.â
The Maiden laughed softly. âYouâd sit here until the yellow faded from the sky entirely.â
âOne sun,â The Crone said. âWatching another.â
"Whatever the reason for this⌠Fondness, you bear meâŚ" you stopped yourself, pain that you could not yet confront boiling within you like the fires in your vision. Shaking your head, you met their gaze again. "I urge you to cease these schemes against the Dream Lord."
The Maiden nodded, "Painful as this may be, you cannot run from the truth forever."
The Mother took a step closer with a sad smile. "Oh, dear one⌠Is this truly your wish?"
"It is."
The Crone stood before you, cold eyes slightly less so as she wiped your tears. "Very well. If it is your wish, we shall honor it. So long as Dream of The Endless does not bring harm upon you, then we shall not harm him or his Dreaming."
âThank you⌠my mothers.â
The Three smiled sadly and watched you go. The Forest greeted you as it always had, offering you soft handing leaves to dry your eyes and a melodic rumbling to ease the ache in your heart. You did not know when you would be able to accept what you now knew fully, nor did you know if youâd ever be strong enough to remember the full brunt of the pain your past life had lived through, but you did know that The Fates had spoken at least one truth. You would not be able to run from it.
A dark figure emerged from the trees, breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of you. âThere you are.â
âMorpheus,â you breathed, the pain easing as air filled your lungs.
His eyes narrowed as he took a step toward you. âWhere have you been?â His arms wound around you, pulling you into the embrace youâd fought so hard to preserve. You buried your face into his chest and breathed in his scent. âIâve been worried.â
With a soft noise, you smiled. âForgive me, I did not mean to worry you. There were some things I needed to take care of.â
âIs all well?â His breath hitched at the mere thought of something being wrong.Â
You smoothed your hands down his chest and smiled. âAll is well. I⌠I learned many things these past few days and have many questions that need answering.â
Morpheus nodded, soft hands caressing you. âI trust you will tell me your meaning when you are ready to?â
âOf course,â you answered. âIt would be rather cruel of me to keep you in such suspense.â
âCruel is not a word Iâd use to describe you, my love.â
You wanted nothing more than to tell him of all youâd learned and everything that had happened in your time apart, but instead, you simply smiled. âWould you walk with me?â
He seemed to understand the gentle gleam of tears in your eyes and quietly offered you his arm and a kiss upon your head. âAlways, my love.â
The two of you walked through the misty forest until you found the cave of crystals and the lake that youâd once danced upon. Without needing to speak any words, he stepped out onto the water and swept you away into a starlit dance. With your head laid against his chest, listening⌠feeling the steady beating of his heart, you finally spoke, âDo you think we will remain together in whatever existence comes after this?â
âI should think so,â he answered with a soft laugh. âWeâve found one another against impossible odds thus far.â
"Well, if it should come to an end, this immortal coil we find ourselves in..." You pulled away from his chest and gently held his face in your hands. "I should like it to end by your side, that we might turn to stardust together or be bound in the roots of the earth as one. I shall not pass to whatever existence awaits us in The Sunless Lands without you, my dearest Morpheus."
With the software of smiles, he pulled a small thing from his cloak and held it between you. A ring. The stone in the center was an ethereal array of thinking stars with a branch-like band of roots twining around it. He lifted your hand to slide the ring on your finger, kissing it and whispering a soft oath, "I vow that no matter what comes, nothing shall ever part us again. I am yours, Lady of The Forest, Distress, Discourage, Daunt⌠Munin. In every existence, every realm and lifetime, I am yours."
"Just as I am yours, Prince of Stories. Always."
Beneath the starry skies and amidst the groaning echoes of your realm, you and the Dream Lord shared a kiss, soft and bright and beautiful. For that one moment, the past didnât matter. Not Daunt or Mneme⌠you were Munin, and you were here. You were loved. And as you stared into the eyes of your lover, you knew you always would be.
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Aren't I mean~? (Ensemble Stars!!)
Summary: No matter how hard you try to be mean, you just can't. But what would the Enstars characters think of your behaviour? Will they find it amusing? Will they help you and give you tips? What's their reaction to you miserably failing at being mean?
A/N: Hello! My friend told me about this idea she got. She was inspired by Luca Kaneshiro's stream where he'd basically call a few friends and tried to be mean to them and kind of failing at doing so.
This can be read as platonic or romantic!
Reader is gender neutral!
I didn't want to write for all the characters đ
So since my friend decided to give me this idea, I'll write this for her favorite characters (+ Nagisa because he's my favorite character and I refuse to not include him)
Characters: Nagisa Ran, Ritsu Sakuma, Mika Kagehira, Sengoku Shinobu, Jun Sazanami
Warnings: Swearing/Cursing
Sorry if Jun's was short idk what to say for him lol
Just to clarify! You are not Anzu/the producer! Just pretend you're part of another unit. What unit, you may ask? Just make up any unit you want lol
Well, well. You headed towards Nagisa. What were you doing to do? Well, you're going to try to be mean of course! Your unitmate (or friend if you don't have a unitmate like Madara for MaM) decided to tell you that you're not scary and that you can't be mean to someone to save your life! You don't think so. You need to prove them wrong! So what do you do? Well as bad as you may feel, the first person that comes to mind is Nagisa. So you're going to do the "mean" on him.
(Don't commit the mean people)
Oh! You spotted Nagisa reading! Better go over to him.
"Nagisa!" You yelled to capture his attention. He looked up from his book. "Y/n? Hello. Is there something you needed?" He asked you. "Uh... let's see..." you began searching your mind for any insults you can come up with. Alas, you finally found something to say!
"Youâuhâyou! You'reâYou're a gerbil!" You yelled. You had said something without even processing what you had just said. Nagisa tilts his head to the side a bit and asks, "A gerbil?"
Nagisa gives you a confused look. Oh no. Did you mess up? Was it too mean? Well, not by the chuckle that he gives you, I don't think! "What do you mean by that Y/n?" He asks you. Your brain starts short-circuiting.
"Uhâwell... you're adorable?âwait no. Uh, forget that!" There was no recovering from that embarassing experience. Nagisa chuckles once more. "Thank you, Y/n." Nagisa pats you on the head.
"No! Wait! I have something else to say!" You exclaimed. Nagisa watched as you tried to think of any more "mean" things you could've said to him. "I won't trust you with my pet rock!" You exclaimed.
...
"What?" Nagisa chuckles. "You have a pet rock? Can I see it?" He asked. Uh... do you have a pet rock? Welp better go find one because Nagisa wants to see!
You can hear your unitmate/friend laugh at you from a distance. You groaned in frustration. "Sorry Nagisa. UhâI'll see you later!" You exclaimed, running away from whatever that was. Leaving behind a confused and amused Nagisa.
"Ah yes, you were sooooo mean." Your friend/unitmate taunted you. "Shut up." You pouted. Unbeknownst to you, Nagisa wasn't reading anymore and was chuckling at your miserable attempt to be mean. He thought it was cute.
Ritsu was sleeping on some grass. You figured that this was a good time to see his reaction if you were mean to him. Of course, you won't go too far... you hope.
You snuck up on him and started to nudge him awake. "Hnn... Y/n?" Ritsu yawned. "I have something to say to you!" You announced to him. "Yes...?" Ritsu questioned.
"IâUhâI hate you! I won't talk to you again!" You exclaimed to his face. He stared at you sleepily. "Oh no... what did I do?" Ritsu feigned being hurt. "I must be a really awful person to be around, huh?" Ritsu pretended to cry.
"W-Wait! No! Wait! I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!" You exlaimed. He quirked a brow. "Whaâuh... I mean go ahead and cry! I don't care! Hmph!" You said. "I guess I really did make you hate me..." Ritsu pretended to cry once more.
At this point you two were just going at it. You trying to be mean while Ritsu was very unimpressed with your shenanigans, but decided to play along anyway.
"Ah... FORGET THIS! I'm so confused..." You sighed. Ritsu laughs at you. "I guess you can't even be mean to save your life." He flicked your forhead.
"No no! I can be mean! It's just... uh.. I just don't want to be mean to you!" You tried to come up with an excuse. "Listen, Y/n. You might need someone to help you with your little stunt... maybe I can teach you a few things." Ritsu yawned.
You were about to say "Really?" when you looked at him and saw him fast asleep. You decided to back out for now and find a new way to bother Ritsu.
One day... one of these days you'll get him back for always teasing you! Mark your words! You'll just need to find some reinforcement!
Mika, Mika, Mika...
Poor boy. You didn't have a choice. He was right there. And unknowing of what you're planning. He walked up to you.
"Y/n!" He waved at you. You looked at him and internally went "Oh no". You didn't want to be mean to poor Mika. But you didn't have a choice. You inhaled deeply and decided. Okay, you'll try it.
"Mika... I've thought about this for a while..." You started. Mika looks confused. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked.
"Mika, you're a loser." You said. "What? Y/n?" Mika said, "Yer not normally like this... are ya okay?" Mika asked you. You feel really bad! But you have to keep the facade up just for a bit longer.
"Did ya jus' call me a loser? That's kind of mean Y/n..." Mika looks down. You feel really bad now! "Ngahh..." Oh no. Not the sad Mika noises.
"Yeah! I-I don't care!" You huffed. "Yer usually so nice.. what happened to you?" Mika asks, "Did ya get possessed by a spirit or somethin'?!" Mika concludes. "N-no? What do you mean I'm always like this!" You said.
"I won' let the spirit possess ya Y/n!" Mika exclaimed. Oh god what direction has this conversation gotten to. Is Mika going to attempt to exorcise you?! What's going on?!
"Mika! No! I'm not possessed!" You exclaimed. He doesn't look like he believed you. Are you doing any better than that time where Ritsu pretended to be dead and Mika attempted to bury him?
"Ngahh... I don' understand what's going on... did I do somethin' wrong to make ya mad?" He asked you. "No... it's alright Mika, forget what just happened! Everything's alright!" You comforted him.
Now he's REALLY confused. You're suddenly back to normal? What's going on? Why were you being mean to him?
Lesson learned. You don't wanna be mean to him. Unless you want to get unprofessionally exorcised by Mika Kagehira.
Boi's still confused on wtf just happened
OH NO. DO NOT BE MEAN TO POOR NINJA BOI. HE'LL ACTUALLY TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY EVEN THO EVERYONE AROUND HIM KNOWS THAT YOU SUCK AT TRYING TO BE MEAN.
"Shinobu." You tugged his sleeve. He looks at you joyfully. "Y/n-dono!" He exclaimed. You feel bad for what you're about to do. "Ah! Y/n! Did you need help with something!" Chiaki exclaimed. The rest of Ryuseitai's here so it wouldn't be too much trouble, right?
"Uh, you're... uh... short and uh... dumb!" You exclaimed. You didn't wtf you just said but you're going with it anyways, trying to look mean while you're at it.
"Y-You think so?" Shinobu began sniffling. Kanata is going to kill you, well he would if he didn't know that you were trying to actually upset Shinobu. Kanata can laugh at your attempt tho. Midori on the other hand, just looked at you with the most dead inside look ever. He's probably thinking, "Shinobu really fell for that, huh?"
"Y-Yeah! Ninjas areâuhâlike cheese! They crumble easily?" You can hear Midori face-palming in the background. Shinobu has tears in his eyes now. Crap.
"Uh... Shinobu?" You nudged him. "That was the worst attempt at trying to be mean." Midori exhaled. "FU HA HA HA HA! If you wanted to be a villain you could've said so! That was a really good attempt! Shinobu found it quite convincing!" Oh god.
"Oh... I thought you were being serious de gozaru." Shinobu looks at you, wiping his tears. "You did really good Y/n-dono! I honestly believed you de gozaru!" Shinobu says, clapping.
They thought you weren't being serious. Were you really that obviously bad? "We can give you a few tips! I can give you some examples of villains I've seen on tokusatsus!" Chiaki exclaimed, patting you on the back.
"If you're trying to be a villain, then you'll be a perfect counterpart for Ryuseitai!" Tetora exclaimed. "I'll help you become a better villain de gozaru!" Shinobu seems to really support you. This isn't how this was supposed to go.
Congratulations! Now Ryuseitai is hyping you up for your next victim! What has this become? Ryuseitai's own tokusatsu where you're the villain?!?!
You kinda don't wanna do this. Not going to lie.
But hey, here we are anyways.
You tried of thinking of some insults before you approach him.
"Hey... uh... bitch!" You exclaimed, almost laughing at yourself for saying that.
...
"What?" He quirked a brow at you. "Did you just call me a bitch?" He slightly laughed. Uh... okay. "What the hell is going on." He asked.
"Uh... you're not pleasant to be around?" You said. Yeah i think you lost Jun. He started laughing. "You call be a bitch and now this?" He started laughing.
"I'm really mean! Say I'm mean!" You gave up at this point đđ
"Yeah... uh... thanks but no. I have other stuff to do. Thanks for the, uh, whatever that was." He waved at you and walked off.
"He didn't even care lmao" is what you heard your unitmate/friend say in the distance. You sighed, you should be more prepared next time... a script maybe?
Later that day you got a text from Jun that just said "bitch"
Šlunosou
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Hi Tarren :D! I would like to request Geto Suguru + 7. 'sharing a kiss after not seeing them for an extended period of time' from the soft kissing prompts because I feel like it has been a long time since I've seen him voiced and animated :') But we'll be seeing more of him next month so this would also be a nice build-up to it >w< Please and thank you in advance <3
Oooh you're giving me a hard one haha. I'm not very good at writing Geto, I don't have as much of a handle on his personality compared to the others but I hope this is good! This also got really angsty, and not very soft, I'm so sorry... đ
(Requests now closed upon posting this, but feel free to check out the prompt list linked below!)
Geto Suguru x GN!reader
⥠sharing a kiss after not seeing them for an extended period of time
Geto liked to disappear often. Where to, you didn't know, and you knew better than to ask, given your line of work and his history. He did it even before you started dating, and honestly, it probably should have been enough of a red flag for you to reject him when he tried to court you. But his levels of charisma were just too powerful, it was always impossible to say no to him. So what could you do but accept?
It shouldn't have surprised you, but even after you two started dating, the disappearances continued. It was usually just for a few days at a time, but when it happened, he was completely unreachable, practically gone off the face of the earth. He never volunteered information when he returned, and you didn't ask, just settling into a kind of routine. It made it a bit easier to pretend everything was okay, that he wasn't doing something questionable or perhaps even dangerous. And when he came back to your arms, the way he poured his passion into you made you forget to be worried, at least for a little while.
This time, however, was the longest your boyfriend had been gone yet. You weren't sure if you should go to the police, or risk going to your colleagues, or what they could even do about it. As days passed and he didn't show, didn't send you any kind of message, a feeling of dread formed a ball in your stomach, hard and heavy. You weren't even sure, at one point, when you'd last seen him, if it'd been weeks, maybe even months. All you could do was keep moving, keep your mind occupied on anything but your missing lover, before you got overwhelmed with a thousand what-ifs.
You got used to the silence, occasionally putting on the TV or music to fill up the space, make it feel a little less lonely. That's why, when you heard the lock to your apartment begin to turn, something heavy and metal fumbling against the door, your head instantly snapped up at the unexpected sound. Your body moved before you were even aware, creeping towards your front door in anticipation of who would show on the other side. It shouldn't have surprised you, seeing the tall figure on the other side, long dark hair pulled back into his signature bun. But your mind was still reeling as Geto looked back, the same surprise missing on his face, like he knew you'd be waiting for him.
No words could form, your mouth failing to voice all the questions that popped up in your mind, but it didn't matter. Not when Geto was letting the door fall shut as he wrapped you in his embrace, his lips cold from what you hoped was just the outside, slotting against yours urgently. He was holding you tight, almost painful, like you were his last tether to this world, and you had a feeling it was true. You couldn't be sure how long this would last, the next time that he'd disappear, or if he'd even come back. So you just held on tighter, giving in to his kisses, pouring your warmth and your love into him in the hopes that something would take root, anchor him here with you.
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Send me a type of kiss and a character!
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I just have to ask you for a few characters đđ Porter Gage, Hancock, Raul, Charon and Gob ack don't call me out for my ghoul loving ass just getting showered in praise. I just feel the ghouls don't GET enough lovin', they are all wonderful, handsome and great men.
Porter Gage is the odd one out because I just love that raider man and been playing Nuka World recently-
Select FO Companions React to Sole/Lone/Six Giving them Praise
I'm back!! Oof, so I've officially finished moving and unpacking and all that junk, and I'm ready to get back to the important things lol. Alrighty, so just an update, I've decided to just get back to regular posting. I only had a few more for the 1k event to do, but I knew it would take another few days to get to if they were going to be any good đ
So, I apologize if I didn't get to yours, but I'm SO thankful for all of you who participated, it was such a blast, and I hope to do more events like it in the future đ
Anyways, now, let's get back to it! (Also, just one more reminder that requests are closed for the time being so I can catch up on the ones I have now, but I will let you know when they open back up!)
ALRIGHT, so now to the actual post. This is so sweet, omg! đŠ These guys all really do deserve more loving, like... Always. As usual, let me know if you wanna see anyone else for this at all! Cuz goodness knows there are plenty of Fallout folks that deserve to hear a compliment or two much more often.
Included Below: Charon, Gage, Gob, Hancock, Joshua, & Raul
Also, just a heads up, this isn't explicit, per say, but it does get kinda steamy in some places, so just a little NSFW warning for ya. đ
I hope you enjoy!
Charon:
âOh my god.â Loneâs mouth hung open as Charon stepped down the stairs and towards the living room.Â
âWhat?â He paused his movement, brow scrunching more than usual as he looked down over himself to see if anything was amiss.
They only shook their head at first, finally managing to close their mouth to gulp before they began to answer him verbally.Â
âLook, I know you just, like, just put on the armor and everything, but Charon, I think⌠I think youâre gonna have to take it off.âÂ
Loneâs eyes drifted hungirly over the ghoulâs large frame, the way the dark, freshly polished leather clung to his muscular form forcing a blushing heat to flush over their face.Â
He only scoffed at them, continuing his descent into the room to drop his bag by the door. Lone stood up abruptly from their place on the couch and turned to face their partner with a hard expression on their face.Â
âWhat? Iâm not allowed to be attracted to my boyfriend?â Their hands came to their hips as their voice took on a distinct hardness that he was always trying to avoid.Â
Thatâs never a good sign. Charon thought with a frown.Â
âNo need to act for my benefit.â He grumbled, âIâve seen myself, Lone.âÂ
He tried not to notice the way his partner flinched at his words.Â
They canât be serious, what delusions do they think Iâm under?
âClearly not the way I have, then.â They said firmly as they took a step closer. Charon stood his ground as Lone approached him with slow intent, something unknown to him written in their expression.Â
âForget what I said,â they continued, âNo need to take off your armor.â He set his jaw as they gazed up at him, their hands brushing up over the leather on his chest until their fingertips grazed the skin of his neck.Â
âIâll just do it for you.â They began to work at the fastenings of his armor, the metal buckles glinting in the low light that streamed through the meager windows of their Megaton house.Â
âLoneâŚâÂ
âI want to show you. If you wonât listen to what I say, maybe what I do will have some influence on you.â Charon made no move to assist them as they began to pull the leather cuirass over his head, undoing the laces at his sides before reaching up as far as their arms would take them, the collar of the armor failing to come any further up than his jawline as they strained on their tiptoes. The ghoul sighed, ducking down to allow them to finally wrench the leather free of his bulky frame.Â
They set the piece on the couch with a huff, and despite his reservations, Charon took a few steps closer to them, his icy stare boring into his partner as they turned and knelt alluringly before him, their hands grazing up over his thighs as they moved to his center.Â
âDo you want this?â Lone brought their gaze up to him, fixing their partner with hooded eyes darkened with their lust for him, as their fingers rested delicately over his leather codpiece. Charon hardly had to think before responding hastily.
âYes." He growled, "Show me.âÂ
A relieved smile touched their lips, and they quickly turned their attention back to their work below his waist.Â
The ghoul's chest shuddered with anticipation as he felt the pressure release around his hips, fighting to hold back a groan as Lone meticulously removed each piece of polished leather heâd fastened onto himself not half an hour ago. When he was freed of his armor fully, standing before his partner in loose-fitting trousers and a black crew neck, Lone looked him over quickly from head to toe before descending upon him, delicate fingers moving hastily to pull his shirt from his sculpted torso.Â
This time, Charon did assist, lifting his arms and practically ripping the thing at the seams as he brought it over his head. Despite both of their haste, once he was free of the shirt, Lone paused, the palms of their hands warm against his chest where they rested with their fingers splayed, grasping slightly at the taut skin there. Their hands rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing, noticeably faster than usual, as his anticipation grew.Â
âYouâre so handsomeâŚâ They let slip. It wasnât more than a whisper, and Charon wasnât sure whether theyâd meant to say it aloud at all, but it escaped them nonetheless, as their transfixed stare grazed over his semi-bare form.Â
Whether they meant to voice the compliment or not, their words took Charon out of the moment, his smoky gaze sharpening within the confines of his narrowed eyes. He even let out another snort of disbelief that managed to catch Loneâs attention and draw their gaze to meet his own.
âSorry, I just⌠I do mean it though. Not everyone may feel similarly, including yourself, and I donât know that I can ever really change that, but Charon⌠I see you that way. The way you canât seem to.â
Loneâs voice became desperate as their gaze fell to capture the movement of their fingers fidgeting over his skin, the digits absent-mindedly tracing over the rough grooves upon his ravaged chest with absolute care.
âItâs no lie, either." They whispered, "Not me trying to convince you otherwise, or make you feel betterâ well, if it makes you feel good, thatâs good, and I want that, but thatâs not the only thing Iâm trying to do by sayingâ or, by complimenting you, I want you toââ
âLone.â
One of Charonâs large hands closed around his partnerâs shoulder, forcing their restless hands to cease their frenzied rubbing over him, and silencing Loneâs fragmented explanations.Â
Their eyes met his once more, glistening orbs of earnestness and desperation against cold, dark windows reflecting back their own form of desperation in turn.Â
Enough. He meant to say, but the vault dwellerâs stubbornness in this matter left him no room to voice his concerns with their speech.Â
âCharon.â They said firmly, âPlease donât. Donât shut out what Iâm telling you. Even if you can never believe what I say for yourself, know that I believe it. Iâm mad for you. All of you.âÂ
Their voice lowered an octave at their final confession, and Lone surged forward, their hands grasping forcefully at his shoulders, and pulling his lips to theirs as they tasted him in earnest. Charon meant to say their name again, but all that escaped him was a groan as they crashed against him, the firmness of their insistent pressure a stark contrast from the pillowy softness of their lips.
They pulled away breathlessly before quickly moving their lips lower, the smooth petals of their mouth tickling against the sensitive skin of his neck, his collarbone, and chest.Â
âIâm mad for this.â They growled between fevered pecks, âAnd this, and here. All of it.â
Like the volts of a live wire, violent shudders shocked the ghoulâs spine as Loneâs lips and tongue delved lower, hastily passing over his ribcage, their nose tracing a teasing line down his center as they knelt down and settled their attentions just at his naval, hungry fingers finally releasing the pressure exerted on him by his own damned zipper, and the painfully tight fabric of his briefs. Â
âIâll show you, my love. Iâll convince you to see yourself like I do. Whatever it takes.â They promised, and Charonâs neck arched as his head hung back in sheer bliss at their next heated action.Â
âShow me.â He groaned.
Gage:
âWill you cut that shit out? Sânot funny, boss.â
âNo, Gage. I really do. I know itâs not funny, Iâm not fucking joking." Their eyes bore into his as they tilted their head towards him, their voice as desperate as it was irate, "I honestly donât care about that patch, or how old you are, how bad you think you are, any of it. Youâre good for me. Youâre incredible. You're strong, and dependable, you make me smile and laugh, andââÂ
âYeah, alright, I think youâve had enough of that.âÂ
One rough hand reached out to grab at the bottle in Soleâs hand, but they snatched it away before he could pull it from their grasp.
âQuit it, Gage! Iâm your Overboss, and thatâs an order. Now let me finish.â
Gage huffed and rolled his good eye, folding his arms over themselves gruffly as he leaned back against the worn couch cushions. Sole only shook their head, setting their bottle down on the side table and scooting closer to the raider. They placed a hand on his thigh and fixed him with an uncanny sort of look, depleted of their frustration with him, and full of something else entirely. Their muted smile and the gleam in their eyes made for an expression heâd only ever seen reserved for family members, for the closest of friends, or for⌠for lovers. His own eye narrowed suspiciously.Â
I know weâre together ân all, but⌠When has anyone looked at me that way before?
Whatever, must be whateverâs in that drink of theirs.Â
âWell, get on with it then, since you made such a fuckinâ fuss.â He growled. Sole only broadened their smile softly, their one hand increasing its pressure on his leg as they scooched even closer to him. Gage felt the heat of their body through the thin fabric of his trousers and wife-beater as they pressed closer to him, their free hand sliding up the swell of his chest to rest heavily on his shoulder as their lips met his in a brief kiss.Â
Gage only had an instant to close his eye, to savor them, before they withdrew, just far enough that the pair's contact was severed, but close enough still, that he could make out the distinct and enticing glisten of their lips.
âYou really donât see it, do you?âÂ
âWhatâs that?â He breathed.Â
âHow much I care about you. How good you are for me. How attractive I find you. Even when I try to tell you.âÂ
Soleâs hand moved downward to brush over his chest, feeling the play of muscle beneath his thin shirt as he threw his head back in a barely contained scoff.Â
âYeah, alright there, Sole. Look, donât feel like youâve gotta say all this shit for my benefit. Iâm a damn raider, I donât need tâhear all that flowery, romantic sorta bullshit. Iâm a sure thing, boss. Iâm easy.âÂ
As if to emphasize his point, one hand moved lower to grasp around the swell of Sole's hip firmly, pulling them closer, even as their expression hardened.
âYou shouldnât be.â They said firmly, their hand stilling over him.Â
Gageâs brow creased low over his eye as Sole pulled away from him roughly.Â
âYou deserve a lot more than you give yourself credit for," they continued, "I donât care what you think. You gave me a chance when no one else would. You've always got my back, you support me like nobody else has, and dammit, you deserve that same kind of dedication, Gage.âÂ
His eye widened at their words, and the raider found himself at a loss for any kind of response.Â
Iâm really not used to this kinda shit. What am I supposed to say to that?Â
Sole sighed at him, a sad smile touching their lips as they hesitantly reached both hands up to his face. Gage had to stop himself from flinching at their tender touch, but they held fast, palms warm against his cheeks as their eyes pleaded with him to just fucking believe what they told him.
Gage swallowed.
Slowly, their hands moved, and their fingers worked their way to the metal secured to his head, fidgeting with the fastenings there until he felt the entire piece loosen and give way.Â
âSole, I donât thinkââ He tried, but they silenced him with a look and a whisper.Â
âItâs okay. I want to see you.âÂ
Gage took in a breath.Â
No. You donât.
âIt doesnât hurt, does it?âÂ
He shook his head slightly, and Sole finally pulled the patch from his skin, and set it on the couch beside them. Gageâs jaw clenched as he flinched away, and his gaze flitted to everywhere but Sole, unnervingly afraid to see the repulsion on their face.
He felt their hands on him again, the soft skin caressing his cheeks, and he fought the urge to pull away as his heart increased its thumping in his chest. Gage closed his good eye, trying to turn his marred face away from his partnerâs scrutinizing gaze, but their hands held his head firmly in place.Â
A brief moment of silence passed before Gage found himself jerking away involuntarily as the feeling of Soleâs⌠lips? He guessed, ghosted over the scarred flesh of his newly uncovered cheekbone.Â
âI meant what I said.â Their warm breath caressed his face as they spoke. âItâs not bullshit, and itâs not a lie.âÂ
He released a sigh as he opened his good eye once again, the resistance and disbelief effectively gone from his exposed expression, if only just for this moment.Â
âI really do, Gage. I love you. And I love all of you.â
Gob:
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Gob paused, Loneâs voice clearly meeting his ears as he stepped outside the back door of Moriartyâs Saloon with two heavy trash bags in hand.Â
âLook hon, Iâm not trying to be rude or anything, Iâm just curious, thatâs all.â The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume drifted through the ghoulâs meager nose, even from where he stood behind the building, he knew it was Nova that Lone was speaking with.
Something in his head told him he should go out to greet them, but a gut feeling held him back, keeping him in place as he slowly set down the garbage bags and continued to listen in.Â
âItâs just that, well, Gob anâ me have been real close for a long time,â Novaâs silky voice continued, âAnâ Iâve met lotsa folks you couldn't believe. Look at him like heâs some kinda novelty or somethinâ, like the scumbags who look at me like a juicy slice of brahmin. I just wanna be sure you ainât one of âem.âÂ
The ghoulâs eyes widened as he listened in, his grip tightening on the metal jutting from the side of the building as he awaited Loneâs response.Â
Do I even really wanna hear it? A small voice asked in the back of his mind, but he pushed it away, instead leaning forward to hear what his partner had to say.Â
âYou really think I could be like that?â Panic tightened their voice as it left their throat, less accusatory, and more fraught with worry than he wouldâve expected. âGob doesnât think that way, does he?âÂ
âNo.â He whispered, shaking his head despite the fact that he was as good as alone on this side of the saloon.Â
âNah, I donât think so. Gob would never see the bad in you. Thatâs what heâs gotta have me for. Too many people try to take advantage of the poor guy. Like he hasnât been through enough.â Â
He smiled sadly at that, silently thanking whoever it was in charge of his fate that he met Nova. Without her, well⌠Moriartyâs wouldâve been all the more unbearable. He's not sure he would've made it this far without her, and now, if he didn't have Lone, if he somehow lost them...
Don't wanna even think about that. Maybe I should stop listenin' in, in case... What if they--
âI know.â Lone said, almost too quiet for him to hear, but loud enough to pull him from his troubling thoughts, âItâs true. Everything Gobâs been through⌠Thatâs one of the things that drew me to him from the start. All that Moriartyâs done to be cruel, to make his life hell, and heâs still so kind, so sweet and genuine.âÂ
âHm.â He heard his friend hum with approval at Loneâs declaration, and something tightened deep in Gobâs chest.Â
He held his breath as his partner's voice carried on.
âAnd so incredibly strong, to persevere through all of this, all that heâs been through for his long life, with Underworld, leaving it all behind and then coming to this, only to end up here. Still, selfish as it is, I'm glad he is here now. If I hadn't met him, I don't..."
Gob heard them chuckle, more a nervous sound then an amused one.
"I really don't want to think what it'd be like if I didn't have him, y'know? He really is incredible. One-of-a-kind out here, and in the vault. Iâve never met anyone like him.â
âYouâre smiling real big when you talk about him, you know that?âÂ
Gob grinned himself as he heard Loneâs giggle echo down into the town, the lovely sound fading with a sigh from them and a moment of silence that had Gob leaning in even further, very nearly exposing his hiding spot to the pair as his anticipation grew.Â
â... Well, what can I say? I love him.âÂ
Gob's breath caught in his throat, and he tried desperately to keep from choking as his grip on the side of the building tightened painfully, his bony fingers digging into the metal with such force, he was liable to bend it.
Nova whistled long and low at that, the butt of her cigarette flying off the balcony as she turned to face Lone, and Gob shifted hastily back against the building once more, hoping he was still concealed.Â
âThatâs quite the declaration there, hon. You tell him that?âÂ
âWell, no, not quite⌠But I plan to, and soon, I think.â
âHm. Just be careful. Dangerous thing to tell a man.â The door to the saloon creaked open as the sound of Novaâs voice shifted, âThough actually, since itâs Gob, I take it back. Lord knows he needs to hear that more than most. And from you? Poor guy wonât know what to do with himself.âÂ
Lone laughed again, more genuine this time, less embarrassed, and Gobâs heart thudded hard against his ribcage, a feeling of chills erupting over his ruined skin as he tried in vain to keep his labored breathing quiet.Â
The door to the bar slammed to a close, jolting the wall Gob was still leaning against.
But he hardly even felt it.Â
They love me? Love?! H-how.. How can they? Why?Â
How could he possibly pretend he didnât know what theyâd said when he saw them next? Even now, he found it impossible to contain himself, his entire body vibrating with a giddy energy he didnât even know he was capable of possessing.Â
Lone loves me.
Gob stood shakily from where he was kneeling beside the saloon, his mind going into overdrive as he realized Nova, and soon enough, Lone, would notice his absence in the bar. He turned back to the garbage bags, reaching for one as he took a step forward, but his foot caught on the first step up to the back door, and he fell forward, cringing less at the pain and more at the loud clang that rang out over the town as the better part of his body crashed into the metal building.Â
âAw, dammit.â He grumbled, glancing over his shoulder rapidly in search of Lone.Â
The ghoul held still a moment, sighing in relief when he didnât hear a sound beyond his own breathing. He stood up and brushed himself off brusquely.Â
Still need to get in there quick.
âGob? What are youâ Oh, are you okay?âÂ
The ghoulâs blood ran cold.
âF-fine, Lone, I justâ umâŚâ He stuttered out as he turned to face them with a nervous smile.
Dammit, I was right.Â
The ghoulâs mouth refused to cooperate as his thoughts scattered in every direction at the sight of his partner.Â
Of the one who loved him.Â
He gulped.
âYou didnât hit your head, did you?â They asked, reaching a hand out as if to brush it over his head, but he shook his head firmly, stalling their movement.Â
âYou look so⌠So red⌠Are you sure youâre not hurt?â He nodded to them, willing his body to cool down, willing his tongue to untangle, willing himself to meet their eyes, but he simply couldnât.Â
âA-are you blushing? Sweetie, I didnât know you could blush. Whatâs going on?â
Finally their hand met his face, and the world seemed to quit its confusing spinning, his heart stilled its frantic pounding, and he could finally meet their concerned gaze. His eyes were apologetic as he looked at them, swallowing hard as a few fragmented words began to creep into his mind.
âO-oh. Oh no.â Loneâs eyes widened, and Gob didnât have to say a word. âNo, you didnât! Tell me you didnât⌠You heard it?! How much did you hear?âÂ
They pulled their hand away from him, their voice desperate and loud as they questioned him with panic etched all over their face.
Gob tried to stay calm, his skin feeling warmer than coals as the words of explanation formed on his tongue.Â
What if that does it? What if this is it? What if I just ruined this? Â
âNot, well, I donât think, I justââ He stuttered out awkwardly, willing his voice not to crack with the fear he felt bubbling up in his chest, âWell, I donât think that I heard all of it, but⌠Yeah, I did, ah, I heard that last part.â Gobâs head hung low at the end of his confession, as he saw the disappointment in Loneâs eyes.Â
Had they ever really planned on telling me? Were they just saying that to Nova, to make her feel better? Did they really even mean it?
âIâm so sorry, Lone.â
âYou donât have to be sorry.â They told him gently, and he raised his eyes hesitantly to meet theirs.Â
âI just⌠I wish I couldâve told you in a different way. Made it really special.â
âIt was. Lone, honey, it was special.â He said quickly, both of his hands reaching out to grasp one of Loneâs, before he even realized he was doing it.
âIt means the world to me. Nobodyâs ever- I mean, I havenât ever- I justâŚâ Their eyes shone as they waited for him to finish, and Gob took a deep breath.
âLone,â He whispered, âI feel the same way.â
Hancock:
âYour eyes, JohnâŚâÂ
âHm?âÂ
âYour eyes⌠They are the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen.âÂ
Hancock smiled as his partner looked on, reverent in the haze of the Day Tripper theyâd taken. They leaned forward from where they were seated, practically in his lap, with one hand against his chest, and fixed him with their appreciative, half-lidded gaze.Â
âMy eyes are black, Sunshine.â He pecked their nose with his meager lips, taking full advantage of their close proximity to him. âAnd not kill the vibe or anything, but I think youâve had enough of these for today.â His hand gently pulled the Day Tripper bottle away from their grasp, but his partner hardly seemed to notice.Â
âThey are not âblackâ in that dismissive way you just said they are." They pouted, "Your eyes⌠They donât have color, really, but they have depth. Texture.â
âUh huh.â Hancock tried to withhold the broad, toothy grin that threatened to spread across his lips as Sole looked at him in complete seriousness.Â
Damn, theyâre cute.Â
He raised a hand to the side of their face, caressing it lovingly as one thumb stroked over the soft swell of their cheek.
But should I really have let them take two of those pills? Hm.Â
âTheyâre like space." Sole continued, one hand waving dramatically towards the sky at their declaration.
"Like galaxies and nebulae and a trillion twinkling stars. All wrapped up in a velvety, dark blanket. Not black, but like an inky fabric draping over itself, light catching at each fold, every angle. Full of life, and light, and emotion, and truth.â
âSunshine, I donât thinkââÂ
âShhh.â They brought a finger to his ruined lips, nose nearly grazing the crevice where his once was as they leaned forward with a whisper. âDonât interrupt, love.â Their lips followed the lead of their finger, brushing his in a light kiss before they pulled back again.Â
âIâm not nearly finished.â
Hancockâs apparently mesmerizing eyes widened as they fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze, blown-out pupils sliding their hazy vision over every line of his face, every wrinkle and fold, each scar, and all the complexities of his multi-colored complexion.
Though, as Hancock was much unused to, there was no judgment in their scrutiny. No disgust, no flinching or cringing, not even some morbid kinda curiosity he tended to see in some.
His face couldnât be chalked up to mere flesh and blood in their eyes. They didnât see the lines as he did. It was less of a physical entity, and more a mosaic of his person. His character.
In everything, Sole saw the way he had smiled all his life, the way he had frowned, all the speeches heâs given, the manner in which he once combed his hair, and in the way he moved differently once it was all gone.
Sole saw his childhood, the closeness with his family, and then the heart-wrenching pain as they were pulled away from him and made estranged. They could see the years of relentless abuse heâd wrought upon himself, before becoming who he was today. In the emotion written in his scars, they could see his failures, and in the glimmer of his eyes, his successes, and they told him as much.
All of it they said, not with so many words, as they formed and flitted away before their lips had a chance to speak them, but they spoke with their eyes, with their own emotion Hancock couldnât help but read too deeply into. The intensity of it all forced his hand, inspired his mind to draw connections from nearly nothing at all. The dense subtleties and micro expressions any sane person may have failed to read into, but Hancock wasnât sane.
He was in love.
And they were too. Of that, the ghoul had no doubt at all. He wasnât even sure if heâd known that before this very moment. Sole had told him before, sure, but never like this. Saying everything without a voice to back it. The most honest of confessions, and he couldnât help but confess right back.Â
âDamn, SoleâŚâ He breathed over them, inspiring a blink of those brilliant eyes that broke the tension that had grown between them. âIâm so in love with you.âÂ
To his surprise, his partner looked at him with a flash of disappointment.Â
âWhat is it, baby?âÂ
âI havenât even said anything yet. That was supposed to wait for the end.â They pouted rather dramatically.Â
âAww, you didnât hear all that? Everythinâ you just said? I heard it, loud and clear. No worries there. And no words needed, sunshine, trust me.âÂ
âHm.â They pursed their lips, unconvinced. âI think Iâve still gotta tell you anyways.âÂ
âSweetheat, thereâs nothinâ Iâd love more than to listen to your pretty voice sing praises to me all night long, but all that talk just about my eyes? I donât think youâll finish before the sun comes up.âÂ
âIf thatâs how long it takes for you to quit making all those comments about your âugly mugâ and âboring, blackâ eyes, then so be it. Weâll be here all night, and into the next day, and all the night after. Iâll keep telling you next week, next month, years from now, when Iâm old and wrinkled and a new civilization has risen from the ashes of this ruined world of ours, for this whole lifetime and any others that come along, I'll keep insisting, Iâll keep talking, and kissing, and touching, and loving you until you believe every word with every part of you. And I fucking mean it John Hancock, you know I do.âÂ
Most of this talk was definitely the Day Tripper. Had to be. At least a little bit. Sole didnât talk like this, didnât make big confessions like this, didnât command him to take their praise so adamantly, but still... every word rang true in their glazed-over eyes.
Whether they were foggy from the drug, or from their affection for him, Hancock didnât completely know, but he did know that the words people spoke on Day Tripper tended to be true. It was one of the main reasons the drug was dangerous. It helps limit your inhibitions, makes confessions come easy, lessens your anxiety, makes the world seem more open and accepting to whatever strange, deep-rooted, or wholly secret confession your heart and mind held onto far away from the liberating threshold of your mouth. Itâs why Hancock doesnât usually do this one with friends, with people he doesnât want to lose, with people heâs afraid to trust to stay in his life if they knew all the secrets of his past. Heâd told Sole all of this, the dangers of these little pills, and yet, theyâd still wanted to try it with him by their side.Â
âI do.â He rasped, the words making him shudder as he thought of what they might sound like in some other context, some other promise, down the line of his and Soleâs journey together.Â
If I should be so lucky theyâd say yes to a promise like that. To a man like me gettinâ down on one knee and making a commitment more serious and binding than being Mayor of Goodneighbor.Â
Shit, and I would mean it just as much with them as I did with this town of mine. More so, even.
âI know you mean it, Sole. And Iâm gonna really hold you to it one of these days.â He hinted with a half smile as he pressed his lips to their cheek and wrapped an arm around their shoulders tightly, until they yielded in their gathering exhaustion, falling back to rest against him, and sighing softly with sheer contentment.Â
âYouâd better." They grumbled, "Iâll be waiting with bated breath.âÂ
âDonât you worry. You ainât gonna have to wait too much longer.â They leaned their head against his shoulder, nuzzling into him a few times to get comfortable, and Hancock leaned back, his head resting against theirs as he took their hands in his, his midnight eyes falling to their left hand in particular as his fingers grazed over theirs in a delicate caress, and he daydreamed about the future he'd promised, and they'd promised him.
No. Not much longer at allâŚ
Joshua:
âJoshua?â Your voice carried smoothly over the sand, through the hot, dry air. But Joshua didnât stir, he didnât even seem to register his name.Â
âYou okay?â You pressed forward, craning your neck as you took a couple steps in his direction, trying to see what it was in the creek that had caught his attention so fully.Â
âDid you⌠find something?â You bent down as you reached Joshuaâs side, noting the way his unblinking eyes seemed glued to⌠nothing. Nothing, but his own reflection, staring back with the same intensity.Â
The sand shifted beneath you as you settled by Joshuaâs side. He noticed you, out of the corner of his eye, but remained silent.Â
What could he say?Â
How could he speak all that he was thinking, as he peered down at his scarred and bandaged face? Could he voice the way that he feels? So unworthy of your devotion to him, so confused as to why you stay by his side, so appreciative that you care for him the way you do, but so wholly afraid that if he speaks his fears, that they will come true. That, as soon as you come to your senses, as soon as the novelty of being with him fades, you will leaveâŚ
Who could love a face like mine? And more⌠Who could love the man that this face belongs to? A man who has done so much wrong, that his sins could only be absolved through the most violent forms of suffering? And even still⌠Am I truly free of them?Â
He did not feel it.Â
âI... am not worthyâŚâ The missionary began quietly, and saw your head snap towards him as the words met your ears. âI am not worthy of even the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness you have shown me.â
âWhat?â You asked, your brows furrowing as you shifted your body to face him, rather than the stream of water below.Â
âItâs a line from Genesis." He attempted to clarify, "Jacob is speaking to God, speaking to him of his own humility in response to the devotion that the Lord has shown him.â
Your brows didnât unfurrow.Â
âAnd that⌠That has to do withâŚ?âÂ
âIâm notâŚâ Joshuaâs jaw clenched as his eyes finally left his own watery visage in favor of hiding behind his downed lids.Â
âIâm not sure why I said it. The quote just⌠came over me.â He lied, knowing full-well that the words had everything to do with you.Â
If I tell you that I feel unworthy of you, will that start something? Will that plant the idea in your mind that I donât deserve you? Will you then act on that idea?
âHey.âÂ
He felt your touch upon his shoulder as your voice met his ears, it was light, but unyielding as your fingers clenched at the bandages insistently.Â
âYou can talk to me.â You smiled as Joshuaâs eyes opened and his gaze landed upon your face, and he wasnât immune to it. Nor your words, and all that they promised.Â
Love rejoices with the truth.
âIâm humbled by you, Six. Humbled by the love you show me every day, and I feel⌠As Jacob did with the love of God. I feel unworthy of you.â
He felt your grip tighten upon his shoulder as sadness flooded your expression. It pained him to know he was the source of the strife he saw in your eyes.
âSometimes itâs easy to forget who I am, what Iâve done⌠What I look like, when Iâm beside you, but then, my reflection finds me. Then as I look upon your face, as I remember your deeds and your devotion to me, your kindness to others... I cannot help but feel confused.â
âJoshua, IââÂ
He continued insistently, his scarred brow hardening over the intense blue of his eyes as you saw them spark with fire from within.
âI have erred more times than I could possibly count, and yet, each is written upon me, like a shouted word, etched into my very skin for all the world to see. For all who gaze upon me to pity me and my failures, to hate my deeds and to agree that I am unworthy of compassion and repentance. That I am unworthy of happiness, and certainly, of love. They see you beside me, and they know, simply by seeing me, that I am unworthy of you.âÂ
Joshuaâs hand traveled slowly up to grasp at yours. Your eyes were wide and glistening as he gently took hold of you, and removed your touch from him.Â
The air was utterly caught in your throat as your partner released your hand from his grip and stood beside you, his gaze resting back on the reflection in the running water that marred his covered features even further with each ripple over the small, jagged river stones that werenât yet smoothed over by the current.Â
âBut it seems that youâve failed to note this. Whether by choice, or simply because you are too righteous to see such things, youâve still stood by me, even despite all that Iâve done, and that I am... I had to be sure you know the truth, Six. So that you can make your own decision about me, about our relationship⌠And you can find the words and inspiration you need to leave me behind, and to move on to better things. To be with someone who deserves you.âÂ
And truth will set you free.
The thought sprung unbidden into Joshua's mind.
I don't feel free.
But perhaps... Perhaps, now, Six can.
Still, you sat in the sand, in shock at everything that had just left your partner, the man you love, and have loved happily for the months youâve been together.
Where had it all come from?
One moment youâre making camp, waiting for Joshua to collect water, dusting off the fabric of your tent, laying out the bedrolls close enough to later rest in his embrace all through the night, and now he⌠what? Wants you to leave him?
What changed?
Joshua made a move to step away from you, to leave you kneeling there, alone, beside the river that had apparently inspired these harsh words that encouraged even harsher actions, but you would not stand for it.
You could not.Â
âI wonât leave you, Joshua.â You got to your feet as he paused his steps, and he tilted his head towards you, to better hear your words. To hear the justification that he was sure would be well-meant, but ultimately, unfounded.Â
âWhy?â He whispered, and you got the sense that he was going to speak more, that he would continue monologuing until he convinced himself further that you do not belong with him, even when you know that, beyond all reason, you do.
���Because Joshua, because..." You took a breath as righteous words filled your mind, "'You are precious in my eyes, and honored, and⌠I love you.' That quote comes from the book of Isaiah. And itâs God speaking to Jacob, telling him that this is why men are worthy of him, and why, even if theyâre not, theyâre still deserving of unconditional love, even by one as divine and perfect as God.âÂ
Joshuaâs eyes were the ones widening now, and his body turned so that he could face you fully once again.Â
âNow, Iâm not saying that Iâm perfect, but⌠If God can stand to love you, if he can keep you here, after all youâve been through, if he can promise you life, even after going through what shouldâve meant your death tenfold, then canât I do the same? Canât I promise you a life with me, canât I love and accept you for who you are, no matter what anyone else thinks?âÂ
Joshuaâs light eyes were glistening as they fixed on the sand below him, and you couldnât help but step forward to try and draw his attention back to you.Â
I had to sit through your monologue of self-hatred. Now itâs your turn to listen to all the reasons your words were wrong.
I wonât have you tuning me out.
âAfter living a life so devoid of it, thereâs no one I can think of whoâs more worthy of love and compassion than you.âÂ
You placed both hands on either side of his face, gently urging his eyes to meet yours.Â
âEverything youâve done, Joshua⌠Youâve been made to pay for. Just as you said, itâs all written upon your body, but itâs here too.â You dragged one palm down to rest over his chest. It was warm to the touch, even through the layers of his bandages and clothes.Â
âAnd here.â The fingers of your other hand brushed over his temple, then his forehead.Â
âYouâve paid for it enough. With these horrible thoughts, these feelings of unworthiness plaguing you, every mark upon your skin, all the pain you feel every day. Trust me, my love, you've paid for it. Now⌠I think God and I both just want you to know peace.âÂ
Joshuaâs hands rose to delicately collect yours, to pull them down in between your bodies. But he didnât release them from his grasp this time, only held them there, embracing you as much as he could allow himself as his mind still swirled with turmoil.Â
âBut why?" He asked, "You donât have to be with me. No one is requiring it of you; and with another, everything would be so much easier. You could be happy⌠Happier than I can make you.â
âWhy you?â You almost laughed at him, it seemed so obvious within the confines of your own mind, the mind that was almost always occupied with thoughts of him only. âI love you, Joshua. I love how you speak to me, how you respect me and want me in your life. I love that Iâm able to help you, but you⌠Youâve helped me more than I think you know.âÂ
âHow?â His voice was so desperate for an answer, it was almost demanding.
âEver since I woke up from that grave⌠I didnât really have a purpose. I didnât know who I was, didnât have anyone in my life to turn to, I didnât have a path... but you gave me one. With you, I could help people in ways I never imagined. You were always so sure of your own path, that it inspired me to be sure of it too. To become a part of your path.â
You could feel your hands shaking where he held them between you. Your whole body was trembling with insistence, begging him to take your words to heart.
Everything about this night that the two of you were sharing once pointed to normalcy. Making camp, divvying out duties, feeling the warmth of the fire against the cool desert air, hearing the wind sweep over the dunes of sand; it was like so many other nights spent with one another. You hadnât expected to have this conversation, hadnât thought youâd be fighting tooth and nail to get your partner to understand how deeply you cared for him, how much you couldnât stand the thought of leaving him, let alone ever consider it without his knowledge. But it was happening, and now this night was so much more important than all those others, because if you fail⌠It could be the end of all of this. This bliss that youâve taken for granted.Â
Youâd survived without him for months before you ever met him, you could find happiness without Joshua, you knew that, but⌠With him, you didnât have to look for happiness. With him, it surrounded you.Â
âYou have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,â You said quietly, and even with the linen wraps covering Joshua's visage, you could see the way he softened at your words. âYou made me love you more with every word you spoke. I canât imagine who Iâd be now without you, and I donât want to.âÂ
Your hands tightened within his grasp, and you pulled his body closer to yours as your eyes stayed locked to his mesmerizing gaze.
 âDarling⌠in all my life, Iâve never been happier than when Iâm with you. Believe me.âÂ
You insisted, and then you leaned forward even further, and kissed him.Â
The thin linen obstructed you a bit, but it didnât matter. You could feel the heat of him through it, sense the shape of his lips as they moved against yours, as they relented to your touch, and to your words. As he let you love him.Â
Joshuaâs hands released yours, allowing you to press yourself closer to him as you felt his touch upon your hip, and around the nape of your neck. In the same movement, your arms smoothed over his chest to grasp at his shoulders. He took a deep breath in through his nose, as though heâd been devoid of oxygen until you pressed yourself to him, and you felt the warm puff of air pass through his bandages and caress your face as he exhaled. Subtly, you could taste him through the barrier, the sweetness of cactus fruit, and the tartness of the healing powder he mixed into the water he drank. You sighed into him at the familiarity of it all. His touch, his taste, his burning warmth that sometimes felt unnaturally hot. Enough so, even, that it could scar you in return.Â
And though it never had, Joshua hadnât ever left any physical blemishes upon your skin from his touch, from his love of you, you were certain that you hadnât gone completely unmarked by him. Like the words he spoke, like the thoughts and actions he inspired, like the emotions that surrounded him in your mind, his mark was within you. And all of that, all of his influence, his own love for you in return, that you felt was as permanent as any scar left upon his own skin.Â
âThank you,â You felt Joshua whisper against you as you parted, but remained pressed to one another. âThank you, Six, for all that you have given me. I⌠I still do not feel worthy of it, but, I will do what I can to change that. No matter how long it takes.âÂ
âMm.â You hummed, a grin touching your lips as you pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, soaking in the simple feel of him. âAnd Iâll be right here. Right beside you, all the way.âÂ
You felt the outline of his own smile as Joshua leaned forward, and captured your lips with his once again.
Raul:
Raul ran a roughened hand over the smooth surface of the wood, a half smile plastered to his lips as he sampled his own work. He gave the record player console table a satisfied nod as he overlooked the polished wood and properly set needle. There werenât too many records left standing after all was said and done with those bombs so long ago, but still, what he and Six could find, they could now enjoy, and quite stylishly, heâd say.Â
You liked these ones, huh? He remembered his partner asking as they held up a pair of record sleeves in an old run down shop near the strip. Dean Martin and Perez Prado⌠Oh, Raul knew them alright. Then weâll have to find a way to listen to it one day, wonât we? You could teach me how to mambo.
Though the thought made Raul chuckle at the time, the idea picked at his brain for days after, and this became his project. When Six told him theyâd be gone for a few days, running some mission with Arcade, heâd taken that as his opportunity to finally finish it.Â
A click of a door lock sounded behind him, and the ghoul turned in time to see his companion enter the room, their face lighting up, first, at the sight of him, and then that of the table and set of tools beside him.
âHey! Itâs so good to seeâ Oh. Oh my god. Raul, did you⌠Did you make this?â They stopped briefly beside him to slide a hand over his shoulder, but ultimately, passed him completely as they were taken by the sight of his handiwork.Â
âNah, boss.â He fibbed, âSome crows flew by and dropped it right out of the sky outside the casino. Think they were takinâ it to their nest.âÂ
Six looked back at him with scrunched brows, even as they kept one hand glued to the glossy surface of the table.Â
âBut the birds never came back for it. So, I figured itâd be fair game. Thought it looked nicer in here than on the curb, anyway.â
His companion walked forward with a smile, shoving him playfully with one arm.Â
âWhat? You think Iâm lying? They were big crows, boss. Guess they like music.âÂ
âYeah, guess so.â They shook their head at him, and Raul couldnât deny the grin that spread across his face, crinkling his dark eyes and making them shine with mirth.Â
âIt really is gorgeous though, Raul. Youâre not just a handyman, youâre a craftsman. An artist. And you never told me.â The ghoul didnât know really what to say to that, heâd never really thought of himself that way before.Â
An artist, eh?
âThis detail is just incredible.â Six continued to regard the piece of furniture with awe as they lay their head against his shoulder, and grasped one of his hands in theirs.
âItâs just a table, boss.â
âIt is not.â They pulled away abruptly, looking him hard in the eye, âItâs a beautiful table. And a record player! Are you kidding me, Raul? This is amazing. Youâre amazing.â
Something tightened in the ghoulâs chest at his partnerâs insistence, but before he could respond to them properly, they were pulling away, turning back to the table with intent.Â
âNow, letâs hear how she sounds, shall we?âÂ
Six knelt to inspect the full shelf below the record player, stuffed with the vinyls they had both collected, but never had the chance to play.Â
âItâs really no big deal.â Raul insisted, still hung up on his partnerâs generous praise. âYou were gone for a whole week, mi amado, I had time, thatâs all.âÂ
Their hand floated by the albums slowly as they inspected the titles, finally pausing when they reached that first one they had found all those months ago, and they pulled it free. Six turned back to him as they slid the record from its sleeve and prepared to play it.Â
âEven if I had a hundred years I could never make something like this.â
âBut I had two hundred. Remember? I've been around a long time.â Six rolled their eyes at that, and though their grin persisted, there was more than just amusement at the root of their expression.Â
âWhatever, even two hundred, and I could never do something even close to this. Youâre incredible.âÂ
âYou said that already, boss.âÂ
Before they could drop the needle down onto the record, they turned to face their partner, a prevalent fire blazing in their irises that Raul couldnât fail to notice, even from the other side of the room.Â
âWell, I mean it! You are. And not just at this. You donât give yourself enough credit, Raul."Â
The ghoul's smile perked up at that, and suddenly he wanted to move, to reach out to his partner and show them his appreciation for their words, but something kept him rooted where he was standing. There was a tightness in his chest that seemed to hold him in place. He couldnât remember the last time anyone had spoken to him this way, even if it was with so much aggression.Â
âIâm not your partner because of your handiwork, you know." They stepped towards him as they spoke, only halting when they were at a point where they could wrap their arms up and around his shoulders to meet his gaze properly.
"Iâm with you because I love being around you. You make me so happy, I couldnât imagine not having you in my life. Even just this one week apart made me realize how much I love being with you, even when we just walk beside each other, when we just talk. The things you sayâŚ" One hand came up to stroke over Raul's cheek, their thumb running smoothly over his roughened skin.
"You always make me laugh, or blush, and the way you look at me⌠Donât you notice when I look at you too?âÂ
âNo I⌠I guess I never did." He stuttered, "I didnât thinkâŚâÂ
I didnât think anyone could ever look at me the way I look at you.
âI donât know, amor.â He said, resignation plain on his face as the words left him with a sigh.
âWell, then I guess I need to make it more obvious.â Six smirked, and Raul felt a rush of heat wash over him, even as his partner backed away from him, back to the table. To his surprise, they didnât reach for the needle of the record player, but for the flat bit of the table beside it.Â
âSo, this part? Whatâs this for?â They asked as they ran a hand over the smooth wood.
ââS just the table part." He shrugged, "Could put your drinks on it, or something, no sĂŠ.âÂ
Raul rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, feeling as though he just got whiplash.
How can they just say all that? An' then go back to this? To the table? Ay, ellos me vuelven loco.
Six considered the surface further, reaching both hands to press down on it firmly. Raul narrowed his eyes.
âDrinksâr not normally that heavy, Six.âÂ
âI wasnât thinking about drinks⌠Why donât you come here?â
With the way their voice dropped at their request, Six didnât need to ask him twice. Raul took the few steps forwards as his partner hopped up onto the table, their legs dangling down and feet grazing the floor as they leaned forward.Â
Raul kept moving towards them, filling the space between their opened legs with his hips as their arms slid over his chest, clasping tightly around the back of his neck.
âThink itâll hold me?â They whispered with a smile and a raised brow, their firm hold only pulling him closer with the barest hint of pressure.
âHmm⌠Depends.â He whispered, as he relented, leaning in close.
âOn?â
âOn how much we do.â Raul practically growled as he lost himself in his partnerâs alluring gaze, their want for him seeping through every brush of their lips against his, the truth in their words of praise evident in the way their hands grazed over the nape of his neck, over his chest, tugging impatiently at the fabric of his jumpsuit; and in their eyes, closed tightly in pleasure and bliss, and opening only to look at him in a way heâs never been looked at before.
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Hi! One last question heheh
Sorry to bother you
I just keep thinking, if the character of Sasuke was added as a form for suggestion from the editor, how Kishi got the idea to make Naruto and Sasuke a gay couple? , or do you think it just happened? I mean it was a Shounen, and if Kishi wasn't intentional in make a gay romance before bringing Sasuke to the story, like why he took the risk and the stress (to be more subtle abt the romance) to begin with? Or he was intended to make Naruto gay before he even added Sasuke?
Maybe is a dumb question hahaha
Don't respond if you don't have time.
Thank you for taking your time making all these post, they are really interesting, they blew my mind many times when reading themđ
Like before finding your blog I didn't think that Hinata was such an horrible character, like I can't believe I missed all the hints and storyline that Kishimoto wrote, I still can't believe how he managed perfectly to write a gay romance and the whole world ignored it or think it wasnt (at first I thought thatđ
��) , his writing is top tier, honestly he managed to trick us all. Naruto succeeded in a homophobic society and it's still one of the most successful manga in the world, with one of the largest fandom around the world, its so mind blowing, I can't find any other word to describe it haha.
Now with the given information of your blog, I just feel soo sad about the ending, and I didn't feel much like this before, like I used to think: "well it was okay with the wedding of NH and the other stuff like meh, a clichĂŠ ending like many other animes" đ¤ˇââď¸ and theeen I discovered your blog and I felt so eye-opened and so sad at the same timeđ like imagine how many years of kisses and hugs Naruto and Sasuke already lost before the reconciliation, and then they lost another 12 years because they can't be together because of their fking nh ss, like frđ
( P. S. I apologize for the bad english, I'm not a english native speaker)
Well thank you again and greetings!
I'll be looking forward for more of your post.
Have a amazing dayđ
Hi.
If readers feel sad reading this blog, then I have accomplished my goal. You got what I was trying to say. Hehehe. You are supposed to feel sad. Because it is such a grand and beautiful love story with such a tragic ending. Like it's the longest love story I have ever sat through. The longest, most feelingly written, love story with a sad ending and yet you would wanna sit through it again. It's a kind of sweet torture. It has a weird hold. If you have really truly seen it, you realize you have never seen anything like it before. It's so righteously earnest and yet cleverly subversive. The themes of light and darkness, yin and yang, night and day, sun and moon, with all the shades in between, the story itself reads like that. There is such innocence and lightness and a tenderness to it and yet there is darkness and it's bloody and sinister. There's so much hope and despair at the same time. There's such feather lightness and crushing heaviness to it. So many scenes make you feel happy and sad and aching and nostalgic at the same time. I will never forget the scenes with tiny Gaara. Ever. It's branded on my brain. Kishi is a very sensitive writer, make no mistake. He understands. He knows there are no binaries. He writes all shades. So many characters he wrote are so iconic, because so many of them are so relatable to fans in their own ways, that's quite a feat for a writer. He is inspired by one of his favourite films, 'The never-ending story', which I feel like he also relates to. In the sense, he relates to the notion of a troubled young boy who uses his imagination to cope with the world, building fantasies and entire worlds and great romance and elaborate characters in his head. He put quite a bit of thought in his characters, the way he has written them consistently, and yet very shrewdly. He has written them so well, he has polarised his audience. A huge audience. Powerful storytelling.
Kishimoto did say in one of his interviews that Yahagi San, his editor suggested giving Naruto a rival which happened to be Sasuke.
Kishimoto paid a lot of attention to write Sasuke and Naruto in character, and why wouldn't he? They are the main characters, the main act. He works with a team of editors and artists. This doesn't mean that Kishimoto hadn't thought of Sasuke's character before this. Obviously a lot of thought has gone behind Sasuke's design, characterisation and arc. Kishimoto has often talked about how Sasuke has been the most challenging character for him to write and draw. That he had to give Sasuke a lot of situations for his arc and story to proceed as Kishi needed to, for it to move the plot. Sasuke has been written in a lot of scenes. Kishimoto said Yahagi San suggested to make Sasuke Naruto's 'rival', rival being the operative term. Kishi probably had already conceived of Sasuke's character, it's not possible he hadn't, given how much Sasuke's character contributed to Naruto's own arc and story from start to end. But a seasoned Yahagi San must have guided a very young and professionally inexperienced Kishimoto about how to go about introducing different characters and specifically a character as important as Sasuke.
Yes, he intended to write Naruto as closeted gay from the start. It's one of the defining features of his character in the story, none of it comes without deeply brainstorming about it. Even the pilot has portrayed shades of his sexuality, but I am glad Kishi changed many things post pilot. But Naruto's characterisation as a closeted gay boy is pretty consistent throughout.
Writing a story and characters is a matter of inspiration and creativity. A professional writer can write something in a matter of hours if the inspiration strikes them or take months and months and nothing would materialise. It depends.
But whatever the author writes, it's the editor's job to make sure that the desired impact of the story is properly delivered, as intended by the author and anything that is a hindrance to that is removed or rectified.
As for your question here, I don't really need to debunk anything. What I mean is that there's nothing to debunk.
I know SS stans put a lot of weight into this panel for two reasons : 1) Eyemex or whatever they call it. Eye contact ie. 2) Panel size, where it is a largish panel which shows Sakura being held by Sasuke.
And apparently this panel makes all of the things that happened between Sasuke and Sakura alright. Everything. Sasuke's contempt towards her, his apathy, his brutal honesty, his utter disinterest in her and absolutely nothing that indicates he is being tsundere towards her. Yeah, SS stans are embarrassing like that.
But the fact is that it still doesn't prove anything. If anything, even here Kishi was gung ho on maintaining the focus on Naruto and Sasuke. The Sasuke and Sakura panel is a het bait. Because Kishi had to draw one scene with them together foreshadowing the canon ending where Sasuke and Sakura were paired together. That's all this panel means.
Because what else could it mean? Through the entirety of Shippuden, we hardly see any significant SS interaction, and what there is shows how much Sasuke doesn't care about Sakura. The war arc itself underlined it again and again what with leaving Sakura to perish in the lava dimension, mocking her or dismissing her as she would try to interact with him. One has to look at what precedes and succeeds the panel. One cannot simply draw meaning out of an isolated panel unless the context is set up.
And what is the set up here? The context is that Sasuke and Naruto were together fighting Kaguya while the rest of them were feeling pretty useless and a burden/liability, including Kakashi and Sakura. Obito is feeling guilty. Kaguya sends Sasuke to another dimension while Naruto is determinedly and strategically fighting Kaguya, while being worried about Sasuke. Obito senses it and is prepared to help him out with Sakura's help. Naruto is very grateful to Obito because he is helping him to look for Sasuke.
Kishi even made sure to mention it in the external narration. Naruto and Obito go to save Sasuke, hehe.
While Naruto, Sakura and Obito are looking for Sasuke, Naruto is trying to sense Sasuke's chakra. On the other side, Sasuke is trying to sense Naruto's chakra. They can sense each other's chakras. Just like that. What does it imply?
What impression does this give the reader? That they are so thoroughly attuned to each other, they can easily sense each other's chakras and just follow it to find each other. Like they are connected.
In this panel, Sasuke thanks Obito for his help, which he used in conjunction with his own Rinnegan ability. Yes, some focus is certainly put on the eye contact. But like I said, if there's nothing romantic indicated in the context and subtext, in fact, the opposite, you can simply attribute it to het bait which Kishi serves the audiences pretty regularly. It also helps the reader build expectations as to what will happen in future.
If Sakura was so instrumental to this scene and Sasuke, why isn't that present in the context? Why is Kishi only focusing on Naruto and Sasuke? Well, he ain't the only one. Lol.
This happens right after the panel under discussion. It's about Sasuke and Naruto. They are the core. They are the main act. They will change the fate of the shinobi world together. All this is already established properly by this point in the arc.
And right after Sasuke is rescued and brought back to the dimension where Naruto is, he immediately runs towards Naruto, Naruto becomes really happy, and they bicker, like usual.
Lol. All of this, the way the scene was built up and rendered, puts stress on how solid Sasuke and Naruto's bond is. Like the entire thing. The way situations are created, the way conflicts or problems are presented and then the way they are resolved. In the Sasuke rescue mission, the focus went to Obito's character who had a specific reason to help Naruto.
Narratively, the focus was put on Obito who came off as the true rescuer, Sasuke is made to thank Obito after the rescue operation, the external narrative also doesn't even mention Sakura. Sakura was effectively a replacement of Naruto in this scene because the real body of Naruto was fighting Kaguya and Naruto's clone wouldn't have had enough chakra, so she volunteered. Because she could help with the one commodity she could offer at this point, since nothing else she could offer really helped here. And she needed to be brought in the narrative, since so much emphasis was put on teamwork just prior to this, so Kishi wrote this in, Sakura being a part of Sasuke's rescue operation. The least she could do and not be labelled completely useless. That and punching Kaguya as Kakashi set it up for her. Seriously, what else did she even do that didn't end up as a complete embarrassing disaster for her in this arc, especially after Sasuke joins the war and she starts to show off? Lol. And following this SS interaction, if you can even call it that, the next SS interaction in the same arc should be enough for fans to stop considering this panel as so important. Lol. Sakura confesses to him like she is dying without him, no matter the current situation where there's a freaking war going on lol, he emphatically rejects her and then genjutsues her ass so she would stop getting in Naruto and Sasuke's way.
SS stans are not to be taken seriously. Oh sure, Sasuke and Naruto talking about giving their lives for each other while delivering full fledged romantic Shakespearan dialogues for each other isn't romantic but Sasuke looking at Sakura is. Lol.
As for your question about the post I wrote about Gaiden.
I saw in one of your post, about how sasuke proposed to Naruto after his journey after war, and how naruto rejected him because Naruto is a closeted gay, all of it this proposal was implied in Gaiden( I haven't read it)?Or is just a theory that connects all the dots of why the SasuSaku looks so bad in the Boruto era? hehe
Yes, it was my theory but like I wrote in the post, it's entirely extrapolated from canon. Shippuden, Gaiden and Boruto movie. All I am doing is writing about the consistent nuances that Kishi writes in, given its shounen and he had to be careful about writing a gay narrative in it, Brokeback Mountain style, hehe. He wrote Gaiden in a way which compelled the reader to read between the lines, at least the perceptive audiences. He uses several allusions for the SNS dynamic that he uses throughout Naruto and Shippuden and writes very consistently granular nuances that he writes for Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura's characters in their respective scenes. If one is paying attention, they can tell all of it. You can give Gaiden a read, it will all become clear to you. Kishi wanted to bridge the gap between the larger narrative and the disparate ending that didn't satisfy the potential climax he was building towards with it. He wanted to tell the audience that SS was a sham and that Sasuke and Naruto are truly the real pairing but because of the worldbuilding of the shinobi world, they couldn't be together as they were meant to. Rather, they are carrying their burdens, sharing their burdens because they are shinobis who are meant to suffer and endure. But at least, they are doing it with each other's support. It is still heartbreaking.
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I usually make the reader doesn't have a gender/specific gender or just do both genders. I also like dom reader so ahem...so like yeah, if you wanna do like (???) x reader and you don't want a dom one then tell me :D
(Again, I do mostly dom reader but can do sub reader <3)
I do some stuff like yandere, obsession behavior, etc. But reminder: I do not support this in real life. Just in fiction. I hope you understand, I'm not like bad or anything đ
I've seen some people who like a character but they are like younger than 18 and either they don't know it or they look older for their age. So I'll allow it as long as the character isn't too young, like under the 15's, and I'll gladly age them up for any reason, although in some cases , I might decline so I apologize for that.
What Fandom I do
I can do anyone or something. Oh, even manga/manwha/manhua
But the fandom I'm mostly familiar with is:
1. Genshin
2. Obey me
3. Honkai star rail
4. Hazbin hotel
5. Jujutsu kaisen
6. MHA (I'm not actively in it, but I still kinda know most stuff in it, and I'd still do any requests from it).
But again, I can do anything. Well, anything I'm able to do properly.
(Unless you ask me about a character that exists, but I don't know them. Might take a while BUT!! I'll still do it because you guys are my lovely requesters âĄ)
What I do not allow
I honestly don't know yet. No one has requested anything I don't allow. (Except for my friends, but I forgot what they said so...)
Warning:
This is an like idk, a blog that has 18+ things. If you don't feel comfortable, I'm sorry. I have some fluff in here, but uh... yeah- anyway, my super close (and some what hÂşrny) friends have access to my account, so if there's a post about anything weird or something, I swear it's not me. (I hate to admit it, but they're scary, and if you're reading this, my friend, please stay from me. I have holy water, you demonic, spawn of Satan, and uhhhh scary chihuahua lookin thing. <3)
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. . . Anyways I welcome you with open arms.
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