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lovingkaede · 3 years

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I enjoyed sally's mask ask with sdr2 cast can i have same but with ndrv3 cast?

Here you go, anon! I hope you enjoy this — you also requested this with THH cast so I’ll be writing that today, too! :D -Mod Kaede

Shuichi Saihara

He is aware of your boundaries so he won’t pressure you about it but he is really curious of your face!

The first time he met you he thought you were wearing it because you lacked confidence but when he found out the real reason he felt sorry for you

If you were to take your mask off in front of him, he wouldn’t look away though he’d be shocked but also happy that you trust him enough—he gets really emotional🥺and sweet🥺

He doesn’t really mind your appearance. He fell in love with you because of your personality and he still thinks you’re the (most beautiful/handsome) prettiest person in the world!!

Kaito Momota

He’s so noisy about it LMAO

Constantly begs you to take it off and he acts like literally a child—i ain’t joking😌😌

Though he knows his limits and will stop insisting once he senses it annoys you-

If you trust him enough to take your mask off in front of him, he’ll be more than excited

Once you take it off he’ll give you A HUG because he wants you to know he APPRECIATES it

If anyone dares to hurt you or judge you he’ll back 🤺 them 🤺 off 🤺 grrr

Not on his watch😌

Ryoma Hoshi

He’s a member of “Appearance? More like Personality ✨✨” Squad

Seriously though, he isn’t even gonna ask you to take it off. If you felt confident enough about it, you would and he knows that

Doesn’t pressure you not even a bit🥺

If you were to say something like “You won’t probably like it,” he’ll disagree as soon as you say that. He’s like: Not in my house.

He wouldn’t be against the idea of you taking off your mask when you two are spending time alone.

If you took your mask off in front of him, he wouldn’t think pity, he’d just feel sorry that you’ve had gone through something so harsh.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta, being the gentleman he is, won’t let anyone or anything hurt you🥺

He’s probably the most understanding one bahahah

He’s the type that will caress your wounds and will tell you how amazing you are if you’re having struggles or looking down on yourself

Just stoooooop. Gonta thinks you’re amazing and you don’t deserve this!

Gonta won’t judge you if you were to take your mask off in front of him—he wouldn’t mind your appearance—he’s the type that will compliment about it!!

But he means it. You’re pretty/beautiful/handsome just the way you are!

Kokichi Ouma

Aaww, he’ll do anything to see what’s behind that mask of yours!

He’s asking you many questions and messing with you—simply does anything for you to take off your mask (didn’t pass the vibe check)

But I feel like he’d stop if you told him to- THANK GOD

He’d be reaaaally impressed by your appearance and if you were to look down on yourself—well, let’s say you’ll be receiving LOTS OF KISSES AND LOVE

“You look stunning and that’s no lie, S/O!”

He thinks you’re so charming, literally flawless. Tell them, Kokichi 😌

Still a perfect match, hehe

Korekiyo Shinguji

Same people different fonts

He’s already blinded by u!! If you were to take off your mask you’d just make him love you more bahahah 💀

Nothing really changes, he just admires you

He doesn’t mind if you decide to wear your mask, he’ll let you know he’s gonna accept you anyways,

He’s ready to tell you nice words and show his affection if you’re feeling insecure

“S/o, I can’t believe you were hiding this from me. You’re still breathtaking.” ajjejtjrkgfgk he’s cheesy like that<3 kthkyhhjj he’s just being sweet

Your appearance don’t really matter to him since he fell in love because of your personality and your beautiful nature🥺🥺

Rantaro Amami

He’s a chill guy but when it comes to you I can say he’s the sweetest one around <3

He’s so easygoing and will not hesitate to tell you how beautiful you are needed or not aejtkktg

He’s like your biggest supporter!!!

You taking off your mask around him means so much to him because it basically means you trust him enough to do that and he holds back his tears all the time:(

Fuck it. Not only that, you trusting him itself means the world to him😩💞💞

Rantaro, you guys have been together for a long time now lmao why’re you so surprised-

Let him have his happiness

K1-B0 (Kiibo)

He. 🥺

He kiNd oF wants you to know that you’re the prettiest human he has ever seen

And if you’re having a hard time accepting this absolute TRUTH, he’ll take that as an insult

He’s reaaally curious of your face but he doesn’t know how to bring it up and always stutters and embarasses himself so do a favor for him and tell him it’s okay

When you first took off your mask he,, screamed because he thought you dropped your mask and didn’t do that intentionally😤

He stared for a sec,, then looked away because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, pff:(

But if you assure him it wasn’t a mistake, he’ll tell you the sweetest words you’ll ever hear🥺

Kaede Akamatsu

I kin her sm omg

She thinks you’re a literal sunshine and you didn’t deserve this

Neverthless she LOVES you and will let you know that anytime or anywhere!

She’ll support you and will tell you nice things about you if you’re seeking support 🤧

Respects your boundaries but can’t help but wonder about your face, too

So when you took it off for the first time she was so hyped about it!!

She thinks you have an angel’s face, it’s such a shame you had to go through that

Insists on keeping your mask off when you two are alone, if you say yes she’ll gonna be so happy about it aah

Tenko Chabashira

She couldn’t help but imagine how you looked like behind that mask of yours

You had to scold her multiple times for daydreaming too much, ugh

She thinks you still look stunning! You’re her S/o, there’s no way you’d look otherwise!

And she means that.

The first time she saw you she stared you for way TOO MUCH and you had to ask if anything’s wrong ajtkgrerkhhk

And she just says it’s because you look so pretty without your mask rkykyyjhjj 💍🧎‍♀️

She’ll ask for you to take off your mask more often

So you keep it off just to see her reactions and she boosts your ego with her kind words

Just kiss already smh 🙄

Tsumugi Shirogane

Okay but she was fangirling over you?? Before even you took off your mask??

Yes, your personality was what mattered to her the most. She loved how sweet, how nice you are to her🥰

If you were to call yourself mean things, she’d immediately disagree! “But how could you, S/o?... I think you’re really pretty...! With or without mask.”

If you’re having insecurities she’ll be there for you—her easygoing nature and kind words really helps you!

The first time you took off your mask...? *Fangirl Tsumugi noises* She had a nosebleed lmao

“You’re so beautiful/handsome, S/O!!!”

Maki Harukawa

She won’t ask you to show your face unless you mention it

She acts cool

But inside, she’s begging you to take your mask off so she can see your blessing face😤

Won’t admit but she already knew you looked cute under it, pff

“S/o, why you still bother to wear it? You know, you don’t have to when it’s just me and you,”

Bahahahah she’s finding excuses just to see your face-

If looks could kill, she’d die from your beauty but will she ever tell you that? Nope.

Also will kill anyone that dares to attempt hurting your feelings, I mean how could they?

She feels sorry for you and understands you. As her S/o, you’re someone she can open up to and is actually grateful you can open up to her as well🥺

Angie Yonaga

You didn’t even have to take off your mask in the first place because she was already ready to accept you!!!

She thinks you’re already perfect

If you were to take off your mask she’d have a big smile on her face and would give you cute compliments about it just to express her happiness

“S/o, even Atua thinks you’re breathtaking!” Yeah, and by compliments I mean she conveys compliments told by Atua.

They’re her true thoughts

She thinks you’re so precious you even inspire her to do more art ✨✨ Whenever you are around she feels herself filled with passion

Since you make her feel at her best, she’ll do the same for you. Her favorite thing to do is planting kisses on your face.

Himiko Yumeno

At first she might look as if she isn’t really interested about your appearance

But that’s just her nature. She’s actually curious in her own unique way but doesn’t know how to bring that up

Even though compliments from her are rare, they always make you feel better about yourself because they’re coming from HER

But how she wants to see your face? She’ll probably say stuff like her magic can cure your face or something like that lmao

But when you actually take it off, she just forgot her words

“Your face doesn’t need my magic, S/o. It’s already perfect.”

You’re like: 💆‍♀️

But at the same time: 🥺

Kirumi Tojo

As the amazing person you are, your mood being as amazing as you are is one of her priorities

So if you’re feeling down, she’ll be there for you until you’re feeling better

Holding you, cuddling, telling you nice words etc.

You’re someone she can be relaxed around, so she wants you to feel the same

So she’ll politely ask you to take off your mask when she’s around you, which you’ll agree after thinking a little about it

She doesn’t judge you and she’s down to do anything to tell you she appreciates your existence

Which makes you feel a lot better about yourself

“S/O, please know that I’m here for you anytime. And know that you’re pretty.”

Miu Iruma

Hahahah this girl

This girl wanted to see you so much that she literally kneeled down and cried to you

Seeing her like this, you played along a bit more, it was fun seeing her cry like that

“Okay, okay, stop. But don’t freak out, okay...?”

She didn’t get what you exactly mean. Did you look bad??

When you took off your mask she was even more confused. Because there stood you that looked as much as pretty as her???

No! She can’t drool over you now!

“What?! You’ve been hiding this from me? What’s wrong with you, S/O? You’re so hot!”

And she boosts your ego like that even when you don’t need it

If nobody got you, Miu got you, amen

Aahhh this took so long aıekfgkrkfgkkhj REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! And you can always dm me if you want!! :) -Mod Kaede

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sergeantsporks · 3 years

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Do You Want the Knife You Left in My Back, or Can I Keep It?

Rating: Teen and up, Gen

An injured Hunter wanders into Hexside. What was Luz supposed to do, just let him bleed out on the floor?

Ch 4/5: Rescue

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Ao3

Hunter sat down with a whump at the base of a tree, huffing and shivering. He looked back at the owl house. Maybe he should have told the owl lady what had happened to her apprentice.

No. No, then she would just be angry at him, and would kick him out—or she’d trade him in a heartbeat to get Luz back. He had to get Luz back before Kikimora sent her demands to Eda instead.

Maybe they could have... worked to rescue her together? Maybe Eda wouldn’t have sold him out, maybe she would have helped.

Who was he kidding, who wouldn’t trade him in a heartbeat for Luz? On the one hand, cheerful, friendly human who could do magic! On the other hand, broken, powerless witch with an annoying voice.

Not that it mattered. Luz wouldn’t want him around after this—the best he could do was rescue her, and then hope he could make it back to the coven on his own, and pray that Belos would be angrier at Kikimora than him.

He could—he could do this.

Ugh.

Maybe.

Hunter leaned against the tree, trying to summon the willpower to get up and keep going. But it was quiet, and he was dizzy and cold, and his back was screaming at him to stop, and he just wanted to go back to sleep where it was warm. He twisted his arm around, gritting his teeth as his back protested, and felt under his shirt for the bandages, hissing when the touch made the pain in his back flare up.

His fingers came back red.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hunter was relatively certain that was very bad. His head thudded back into the tree.

Stupid.

What was he supposed to do?!

“Where is he?” Kikimora’s voice came through the trees, “I really thought that would work!”

Hunter froze. Don’t find me, don’t find me, don’t find me—

Her little footsteps pattered nearby—on the other side of the tree he was on. Hunter shifted slightly, and a branch from the tree pressed right between his shoulder blades, right in the wound. Hunter bit on his hand to keep from screaming as the world blacked out.

But when he woke up again, Kikimora was gone.

This was his chance.

Hunter used the tree to haul himself up, his world still spinning. He stumbled towards where Kikimora had come from to see Luz, still tied up. She gasped when she saw him.

“You came?! You really came?!”

“Yyyyyeah. Lemme just…” Relief conquered his adrenaline high, and he nearly blacked out again, but he managed to untie her. “Kay… I guess… run?”

Luz blinked at him. “You—you really came for her. You’d abandon your mission to help her? Betray the emperor?”

Hunter blinked back spots from his eyes, pressing his arms to his stomach. Wow—okay—this was—that adrenaline had really been—

“Uhhh—yeah—I’ll capture you later—‘s not a big—” he blinked again. “Did youuuuuu just refer… third person?”

She blinked again, but her eyelids blinked sideways instead of up and down.

Hunter managed to haul himself up again, the ground seeming to tilt and sway beneath him. “K—we gotta—we gotta go—”

Luz caught him as he fell, but then she wasn’t Luz anymore, she was some kind of snake creature. She snapped her fingers, and the ropes that had been tying her floated up yanked around him. Hunter arched his back, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood as they pressed against the stab wound. He flew backwards into a tree, and he could just see, through blurry vision, the snake creature slithering towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I really am—but this is the only way out for me.”

Xxx

Luz tore through the trees, her heart thudding in her chest. “Hunter!” she called, “Hunter, answer me if you can hear me! Are you okay?!”

She heard a weak cry for help, and raced towards it. “Hunter! Ohmygosh, you scared the living daylights… out… of… me…”

She skidded to a stop as she emerged in a small clearing. Kikimora was waiting, Hunter tied up in a limp, unconscious pile behind her. Next to Kikimora was… also Hunter. But as she watched, he shifted and changed.

A basilisk.

None of that explained why Kikimora had managed to get him out of the house—unless the basilisk had turned into Emperor Belos, she supposed.

“I told you I’d get him,” Kikimora purred.

Luz pulled out a set of glyphs. “Let him go. Now.”

Kikimora snapped her fingers, and Hunter floated up, her magic dumping him in an unceremonious heap on the floor. “Oh, no, human, I hold the cards now. You set down those glyphs, or… well, his death won’t be pleasant.”

Luz bit her lip, looking down at Hunter—if she could keep Kikimora from killing him just long enough for her friends to come back…

“Promise you won’t hurt him if I drop the glyphs?”

Kikimora pulled him up by the hair, pressing the claws of her other hand to his throat. “No, but I promise that I will hurt him if you don’t.”

Hunter was still limp in her grasp, and a wave of worry swept over Luz—he hadn’t reacted at all. “I want proof you haven’t killed him already.”

Kikimora shook him. “Wake up!”

His eyes opened just a crack, and then closed again. Kikimora tossed him back to the ground, putting one foot right over where his stab wound was. “There. He’s still alive. Now. Put the glyphs down before. I. Change. That.” She ground her foot down with each word, and Luz dropped the glyphs as Hunter howled in pain, breaking off into a heartbreaking whimper.

“Okay, okay, just… leave him alone! Please!”

Kikimora removed her foot. “Let’s see… I will take you to Belos. Alive. And you will agree that you were the one to hurt him—this worked out better than I could have hoped. I never thought you’d actually take the brat in! Yes, you will tell the emperor that you attacked him. And if you ever recant your story—well, Hunter has to sleep sometime. He has to eat. There are a thousand ways that someone—perhaps one of your friends—could assassinate him.”

There was a rustle in the trees behind Kikimora, and a feather floated down. Right. Showtime.

Luz glared at Kikimora. “This won’t work. Hunter will just tell everyone what happened, and your lie will fall flat.”

A satisfied little smile played across Kikimora’s lips. “Oh, I don’t think so. All I have to do is threaten the reverse—he agrees with me or you meet an unfortunate end.”

Luz snorted. “That’ll never work—he wouldn’t do that for me.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Luz shrugged. “Eh. I can think of another reason it won’t work.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

Luz grinned. “You won’t even make it back to the keep.”

Eda leapt from the trees with an unholy shriek, tackling Kikimora. The little demon drew a magic circle, but Eda kicked her away before she could finish it.

“Don’t. Threaten. My. Kid.” Eda growled, snatching Kikimora in her talons. “Let’s go for a little flight, shall we?”

Luz ducked past the fighting pair, kneeling next to Hunter. Blood was soaking through his shirt, and her hands fluttered around the wound uselessly. “Okay, okay, okay, this is fine.” She pulled up the shirt and undid the bandages. The stitches had ripped out, and the wound was angry, swollen, red.

And bleeding a lot.

“Hunter why?!” she demanded frantically, wadding up her cloak and pressing it to the wound, “Why would you run off?!”

His eyes opened just a crack, glazed over from pain and fever. “… you’re not a snake,” he murmured, then yelped as she pressed harder on the wound

“Oh, thank you, very helpful, that certainly explains everything.”

He whimpered, giving her big, hurt eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you bleed out! Wait, why am I apologizing for that? Okay, okay—what did the healing professor say, what… Okay, let’s see, take the swelling down—”

Luz slapped an ice glyph on the ground, trying to make an ice block.

The magic didn’t come, and Luz felt her limbs grow weak. She whirled around to see the basilisk, staring at her with wide eyes. “I can’t let you go.”

Luz held her hands up. “I know what you’ve been through,” she said quietly, “I know Emperor Belos has hurt you. Has hurt your kin. Hunted you down. But you don’t have to do this. If you make Hunter go back, if you take me back, we are both dead. Is that really something you want?”

“You have no idea what I went through!” they scream-hissed.

“I do—I really do. I met one of your own, number five. She got away, she’s living away, she’s okay. She’s making her own choices, her own life. You can do the same. Please—please, let me take care of him. Don’t let Belos and Kikimora hurt someone else.”

The basilisk stared at her for a long minute.

Then they turned and slithered away.

Luz breathed a sigh of relief, turning back to Hunter. “Okay, okay, okay, we need to get you somewhere safe.”

She tried to haul him up, but he went completely deadweight on her with a whimper. “Oh—Hey! I know it hurts, but you gotta stick with me, okay, you gotta hold on.”

He shook his head with a whine, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Hunter, please! Work with me, I can’t carry you!”

“Need a lift?”

Puddles touched down next to her, Viney, Gus, and Willow waving from the top. Puddles squawked and nuzzled Hunter. “I can’t get him up,” Luz called, “He’s in really bad shape, Viney!”

Viney slid off of her griffin, opening a pouch strapped to Puddle’s side. She tossed a mini stretcher to the ground, and it grew to full size, with ropes on the ends. “I’ve got you covered.”

Luz laid Hunter down on the stretcher, sitting down next to him. “I am the worst caretaker ever,” she groaned.

“No, he’s just the worst patient!” Gus called down as Puddles grabbed the ends of the ropes and lifted off. They soared over the trees, back towards the owl house. Eda banked up next to them.

“Miss stab-happy is re-thinking her life at the top of a very tall tree. How are we looking?”

Luz squeezed Hunter’s hand. “Not great,” she said softly, “Eda, what if—”

“Luz. He’s going to be okay. Okay?”

Luz took a deep breath. “Okay.” She shook her head at Hunter. “What did she say to you to get you to come out of the house?”

He didn’t respond, and they touched down at the door. Hooty snaked around Puddles. “WHOA! That was WEIRD!”

“Good to have you back, Hooty,” Eda said tiredly, touching down, “Now give us space.” She carried Hunter inside, laying him out on the floor. “Alright, healing girl. Do your thing.”

Viney pulled out the knife that Kikimora had used to stab Hunter. “Okay, I’ve been taking a better look at this thing, asking my teachers questions about it, and I think I can put a better fix on this. Heal most of the internal damage—”

“I thought you already did that!”

“No, I put a patch on them—I stopped the problem from getting worse, sort of froze its ability to tear any further, re-routed any essential functions to undamaged parts of the body so that he could heal. But I think now—I can finish off the healing, find a workaround to the curse on the knife. It’ll fix the nerve pathways, anyway, and seal up some of the holes further in.” She gestured to the bloody mess that was his back. “There’s a tradeoff, though—I’m going to have to shift nerves and cells from another part of his back to fix the damage. Basically, I’m going to shift the damage from his internal organs and spinal cord to his outer muscles and skin, and there I can easily use stitches to fix the tear damage so that he can heal naturally. The wounds won’t be life-threatening anymore. If I can spread the damage far enough, it’ll just be a matter of stitching the initial cut, and the rest will be like naturally torn muscles.”

“Huh?”

“He’ll be really sore and have a nasty cut on his back,” Viney simplified, “But I mean really sore, Luz, like, he won’t be able to move at all for several days.”

“Oh, good,” Eda commented, “maybe that way he won’t run away.”

“I’ve got it,” Luz promised, “I’ll help him with everything he needs. Promise.”

“You’ll need to make sure the cut stays clean, or it’ll get infected. I’ll leave disinfectant behind. Be careful, it stings. As for the fever… well, once I shift the damage, it won’t be fun, but it won’t kill him either.”

“Okay. Okay, do it.

Viney took in a deep breath. “Okay, there goes nothing!” she drew a circle over Hunter’s back, and the stab wound shimmered and glowed. Pulsing, glowing golden lines spread out, and the wound slowly started to heal, at least not deep anymore. Viney grinned. “Yessssss! Alright, Luz, Gus, Willow, scram, you don’t want to watch the stitches.”

Luz let out a shaky breath as Eda steered her towards the kitchen. “We almost lost him,” she said quietly.

“Almost,” Eda emphasized, “But we didn’t. And that’s what matters.” She sighed. “Look. If you… need any help. If you need a break from him, or you’re just too tired to take care of him. I… can step in.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. Really. I have to admit, he’s starting to grow on me.”

“He was unconscious all day, Eda.”

“Exactly.”

Ch 5

#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #luz noceda #edalyn the owl lady #toh viney #toh fanfiction #my writing

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mimiz12 · 3 years

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HCs - In Need of Materials, Mondstadt

Prompt MC is having trouble finding rare materials. It happens that some allies are already in possession of them. How do they respond to your desperation?

includes female characters cuz i stan cute girls

✧･ﾟ: M A L E ✧･ﾟ:

►Diluc “Alright, fine. Only take what you need.”

As a business man, he frequently collects items to use.

He’s quite stubborn about lending help to others.

However, he has good intentions deep down and wouldn’t go behind an allies back. Unlike a certain someone.

He scoffs it off. Never admitting why he changes his mind.

Diluc still can’t imagine why, as a mere traveler, can manage to coerce him into the smallest things...

►Kaeya “Haha! I didn’t take you as one for begging.”

Kaeya likes to tease. Seeing you in a tough situation makes it all more exciting.

He’ll edge on a bit more just to see how far you’ll go.

He wont take responsibility when you claim he’s doing it on purpose.

Weakness shows vulnerability. He wants to witness what else your hiding; he’s still curious about you.

Otherwise, It’s just in his nosy nature.

►Bennett “H-hey! Don’t cry! Okay, I’ll give you everything I have.”

Bennett is a dedicated individual. Despite his bad luck and clumsiness, he seems the type to never break promises.

He could never let the same bad luck befall other people. Even though it does often when in his company.

He’s also a little weak when it comes to tears…and probably doesn’t realize when someone is faking.

He just can’t stand when others are struggling because he knows how it feels.

►Venti “You want this? How about you help me with something first.”

Venti is a mischievous sort.

Both out of public eye and expectations.

He doesn’t like to be held down all day. Else, it’ll take up the time he could be drinking or playing songs.

He messes with you a little, since you’ve taken up his precious time.

He’ll probably send you on an errand if you’re getting anything from him.

Other times, its as simple as buying him some apple cider. Just not this time.

►Razor “No, you take it. Because you are good friend.”

Razor doesn’t have much use for the stuff he finds. He’s mostly a scavenger to shiny objects.

Instead, he gives them as gifts to his human friends or kin.

He likes giving gifts, even if its not a typical gift that usable.

Razor still doesn't understand a lot when it comes to socializing with humans.

Although he’s fine giving you the gift early, He’ll still want to keep some for the others.

► Albedo “Sorry, I need these for an experiment. Unless you want to give me a hand… I could salvage something for you.”

Truth be told, Albedo can get wrapped up in his experiments a lot.

As someone who finds relationships difficult, its been different since the two of you became friends.

It’s frustrating why he has to question the right or wrongs he does when around you now.

The guilt eats at him so he tries to compromise.

✧･ﾟ: F E M A L E ✧･ﾟ:

► Jean “Sure, take as many as you want. I’m a little busy to use them anyhow.”

You may need to catch her specifically if you want something.

Once you do, she is forever happy to help and always indebted to your services to Mondstadt.

It becomes satisfaction when assisting you rather than on duty as the Grand Master.

One day, she wishes to get to know you on a personal level.

► Amber “Hmm, okay! On one condition…you have to tell me what it’s for, Hehe.”

Amber isn’t suspicious of you, she’s just curious.

She wont say so directly so you think that’s what it is instead.

She also doesn’t appreciate distracting herself from her job

And tries to reason with something more realistic. Though really, she’s mostly interested in what you’re doing.

Only because she looks up to you so much and can’t help but be curious at what you’re doing all the time.

Maybe its a secret to your exceptional abilities.

► Lisa “Oh, aren’t you a cute darling! Maybe if we went on a date, I could give you something in return for being such a sweetie~”

Lisa may be a mature woman, but that doesn’t stop her from getting weak whenever she sees you in need.

She loves it when you want her help.

And uses it as an excuse to slack off and enjoy your company.

The fact you even asked Lisa despite knowing how attached she is to you, is quite brave in itself.

Because there’s no stopping her when she wants you.

► Mona “What? But I need these! …D-don’t look at me like that. Fine, I’ll share this time.”

Mona always struggles acquiring things too.

And keeps it to herself so no one bothers her about it.

With you is a bit more complicated. She just doesn’t want an awkward relationship if she refuses to help.

You did do her a good service in the past, after all.

So it’s not like she’s doing it out of sheer goodwill. It’s only to pay pack little by little.

She will thoroughly dismiss your happiness about it as its not a big deal.

However, she is secretly pleased to ease your worries.

► Noelle “Oh my goodness, why didn’t you say so? Please take whatever you need!”

Noelle thinks of you as a good friend and admires your abilities.

She even gets a little bashful spending time with you.

Always impressed by the deed you’ve done, she hopes one day she can do the same.

No matter what you ask she’ll never refuse.

You are very dear to her.

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Hey I’m that one anon from a while back that sent those long ass paragraphs about Lilith and Simeon, remember me? Anyway I know I’m very late to the party, but some of the boys are either getting to much hate or too much love over here (in my opinion) so I made a pros and cons list for all of them, I’m sorry- (I’m warning you now this will be long but I’ll put it in bullet points so it’s a bit easier to read, just read it whenever your mentally ready lol)

Lucifer (I hate this man.)

Pros

He’d help a lot with getting your life together wether that be finding a job, choosing the right college or other shit like that

He’d make sure your working hard and getting everything done, which is both a blessing and a curse tbh

He would be the one to take the most care of you whenever your ill psychically

Cons

He would probably overwork you

Doesnt have much time to spend on you and doesn’t make a effort to find more time unless your getting really sad about it

Probably wouldn’t be the best of help through issues with mental illness (he just doesn’t strike me as that type, feel free to disagree)

His pride would cause some serious problems in relationships :/

Mammon (I love this man.)

Pros

He’s the “if your sad, I’m sad” kind of guy so he does whatever he can to put a smile on your face

Makes his affection towards you known once he’s comfortable enough, mostly through things like hugs and head pats tho

He shows off anything you make, and I mean anything (you gave him a drawing? After showing it to everyone he puts it on the fridge. You wrote something? He reads it to everyone then puts it in his notebook to reread later, I think you get where I’m going with this)

Cons

There would probably be some communication issues due to his tsundere nature and habit of ignoring you when he’s mad

He’d get super mad at you when your trying to help him financially, maybe it’s a ego thing or maybe he’s just tired of hearing it

While his possessiveness is cute at times he’d definitely get way to overbearing if you don’t force him to cool it

Levi (I kin this man.)

Pros

He’d try to set up designated hangout times (like Friday is movie night, Tuesday is for RPGs etc)

Wanna spend time with him but aren’t very into what he’s into? While it will be harder to bond with him because of this I think if you REALLY wanted to hang with him he’d at least try to meet you in the middle (like if you like sports he’ll offer to play wii sports lol)

Insecurities getting you down again? Well never fear, levi is here! He’d find characters with flaws similar to those you see in yourself to prove that they don’t really matter (and since he struggles with insecurity himself he’d know how you feel and be one of the best at helping you through them)

Cons

Even if he makes an effort to meet you in the middle if you have different interests he’d refuse to get into “normie” stuff

He’ll guilt trip you constantly, even if it’s not on purpose (“Oh your hanging out with Asmo today? I get it, of course you’d wanna hang out with somebody cool and perfect like Asmo and not a gross yucky otaku like me”)

You have to initiate almost everything Hugs? You hug first. Handholding? You reach out to him. Confessions? You seriously thought he’d be the one to confess first??

Satan

Pros

Similar to Lucifer he’d be good at helping you get your life together and putting you on the right track

Unlike Lucifer, he’d actively make time for date nights and/or hangouts multiple times a week wether your going out for dinner or reading in front of the fireplace

While he himself might not be best at helping with comfort in the moment, he’d be great to turn to if you needed a long time treatment (you need a therapist? He’s got the best three in your area that you can afford and he found some helpful things you can do in this book)

Cons

As stated previously, he’s not the best with comfort, which can be an issue if you need a friend/partner who can be your biggest source of comfort (I’m not saying he’ll do nothing, it’ll just be kinda awkward ig)

If you vent to him about something he’ll always offer advice and while that can be good, sometimes all you want is someone to listen to you and getting advice can be annoying in the moment

I feel like hanging out with him you’d rarely ever get to talk about pointless things, everything would be serious you know? And while serious and deep conversations are good for bonding, some people (myself included) need to be able to talk about dumb things without having it turn philosophical

Asmo

Pros

He’s the best at boosting your confidence, there’s no competition

He’s more into spontaneous outings (he suddenly got the urge to go shopping, your coming with right?)

You can talk about just about anything with him, no judgment and he’ll never speak a word of it to anyone else if you don’t want him to (although he may brag to his brothers that you told him your secrets)

High emotional IQ

Cons

He has set things of things he’s interested in and his idea of trying the things your into is doing whatever it is for about 5 seconds then deciding it’s not for him

He cares a lot about looks, I don’t mean he’ll hate you or insult you cause he thinks your ugly, I mean he’ll constantly try to do your makeup, hair, and nails and he’ll always say things like “Your hair is a bit messy today, did you brush it? Yes? Well not good enough, let me do it” and “your wearing that out? There’s nothing wrong with it, I just think you’d look a lot cuter in this” and if your anything like me, that’ll get on your nerves a lot

While he’s great with emotional issues, if it’s a problem with anything like school or your job he’ll have no solution to offer, all you’ll get is a “You can do it!” and a good luck kiss

Narcissistic, need I say more?

Beel

Pros

He’s the best person to vent to, no judgment and tons of hugs and comfort food

He’s a mom friend, no explanation needed

Very supportive and always concerned for your health

Your in trouble? Call beel, he’ll help you and make sure your home safe before questioning you and will only lecture you out of love (unlike a certain older brother that will lecture you because “Your tarnishing Diavlo’s reputation by acting out like this. Your an exchange student, you must abide by the rules and behave yourself.”)

Cons

Food is his answer to everything (Sad?Food. Injured? Food. School’s stressful? Food plus a little help studying) and while food can be good for comfort, sometimes you need him to provide more than a snack

He’s the opposite of Satan in the sense that he’ll almost never offer advice when you rant to him, he just assumes getting it all out is help enough and won’t offer much more then a hug and food

Not getting along with one of his brothers? “They can be a handful, but they’re great people once you learn to handle the chaos” yeah he rarely thinks what his brothers did is a big deal so he gives you advice on how to apologize and get past it and he’ll give you food

Belphie (he really does attract the mentally ill people huh-)

Cons

I feel like he’d be good for certain people with social anxiety and people who have issues with always being scared about being a bad person (“you think your a bad person and are becoming more and more toxic by the day? Well your a better person than Lucifer that’s for sure, wether or not your toxic were going to cuddle now get in bed” or “your worried everyone is constantly staring and judging you for everything you do? Well I don’t really care about what your wearing or the way you walk so I doubt they do either, can we go home now?” ((Side note, I experience both of these issues and his uncaring personality would calm me, which is why I think this one of his pros))

He just wouldn’t care about whatever type of life style you lead and as someone who’s constantly scared of being judged for their lifestyle this would be amazing (“you sleep all the time? Same let’s nap together” “You don’t eat very healthy? Whatever, it’s fine, can we sleep now?” ((although it is a double edged sword))

He gets a burst of energy and just does the most random things (you see that tree? He’s already climbed half way up it. That petting zoo? He’s already feeding the lambs. That store? He’s already spent 30 grim)

Cons

Just like his twin he thinks every problem has one solution, but instead of food he thinks the solution is sleep (your sick? Sleep is the best medicine. A lot of homework? If you sleep you don’t have to think about it.)

At some point he just doesn’t care enough, if you come to him with a serious issue he’ll half listen to you rant then pull you down to sleep

He teases you a lot, which is fine teasing is fun, but he takes it too far. Maybe he touched on something your insecure about or he was too merciless, whatever it was, he won’t apologize for it, he just thinks your being sensitive. If he brought up some bad memories he’ll consider it, but his way of apologizing is cuddling

He doesn’t wanna do something? You guys aren’t gonna do it. You don’t wanna do something? Too bad, he wants to so your gonna.

I’m sorry this is so long- I tried to shorten it I swear- but anyway if you disagree I’m with anything, I wanna hear what you think

And even tho Beel doesn’t get much screen time and more serious moments, I think his character is way more then hunger

Random but I wanna add that other then Levi I kin Tamaki from mha and Ranpo from bsd

Dude do you just like torturing poor college students? This is so much to read, I’m about to cry 😭

I agree with the Lucifer part actually! Tho I do kinda thing he’s be good emotion support in some ways, for me, anyway. I feel like he may lack empathy that is needed in a stable relationship. Yes, he may be able to tell you with shit and honestly, he’d book my doctors appointments when I’m too anxious too so yknow. But yeah

Also agree with mammon. He’s a jackass when he wants to be, and I know he may not mean it, but his words are still hurtful in a lot of ways and he just can’t convey those emotions that’re needed in a loving relationship. But he’s so sweet and will show you off so it’s all good~

As much as I love Levi, I agree. He manipulates and guilt trips you throughout the entire game. It can’t be healthy in relationships but that don’t stop me from loving that sweet otaku boy 😔🖤

I agree with Satan too. I don’t have much to say but he’s avatar of wrath for a reason, for a start, and he honestly looks like he’d prefer talking about books than that funny thing that happened in class that made you laugh earlier

Agreed with Asmo too. Sometimes he may just get overbearing and the narcissism and the constant need to make you look better and improve you may get irritating

I agree with Beel. I don’t think he can comprehend that food isn’t an answer to everything and as a person who doesn’t cope with food and relatively hates it, he won’t be any help to me emotionally. He’s so sweet but he just won’t give you that proper support

I love Belphie so so much but I absolutely agree. He’s one of the most unbothered brothers who won’t care what you look like, yes, but that also means compliments may come rarely and like his twin, “sleep is the answer to everything” I can admit I like to sleep but I have a manic side that comes with insomnia and if he’s dragging me down and not letting me move and I just cannot sleep, I’m gonna get irritated and pissed off.

This got a bit long on my end too. I just really liked how you worded this and it was fun to see pros and cons of the ‘perfect’ brothers

I think Beel is more than food too, but I just don’t particularly like him either way cuz I’m not really a foodie so I can’t relate with him lmao

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phoenix-manga · 3 years

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Lilia adopts Briar - Bat Dad AU

NOTE: I clearly mentioned Briar’s origins in her family headcanon. Which I might have posted or not. I am kinda forgetful...

How this will play out will be kin of tricky, but Lilia has technically visited a LOT of places. Let’s say he’s on his way to the Slumbering Willows when he sees a frazzled old lady holding a baby. He tries to go see the problem because he isn’t going to let the old woman be stressed, now would he?

Once the old lady finished explaining the situation he ponders for a moment and decides to take the child and raise her in the Valley of Thorns, he can handle human babies easier than fae babies.

Briar’s last name is non-existent, she is just called Briar.

He never misses the opportunity to dress her up in cute baby clothes, and he probably will continue getting any frilly dress he got his hands on to put them on Briar.

Briar wasn’t a noisy baby, she sniffled when she had to cry and most of the time she is clingy. Lilia has to make sure she is asleep when he leaves the house. But he does relish in the fact that the baby is attached to him to this extent.

Not long after, he adopted Silver too. So, now there are two precious babies under Lilia’s care. The image of Briar clinging to a sleeping Silver is forever etched onto Lilia’s mind.

Silver calls her “Onee-san”.

When both of them start to grow up and Silver takes up swordsmanship while Briar is practicing on honing her magic. While he already has plans on having Silver be introduced to Malleus as he will become his guard in the future, he does want to show off his daughter to him. He hasn’t exactly shown Malleus what his daughter looked like but he babbles on to the prince about how precious she is.

He says screw it and takes Briar along with Silver to the castle of the Draconia royalty. Silver is dressed in a rather plain dark suit while Briar was dressed in a pale pink dress covered in white lace patterned with thorns and white roses. Needless to say, everyone is focused on Briar first before realizing that it was Lilia who was holding her hand.

The family of three stood before the prince and his parents, which the latter took notice of the golden-haired child beside Lilia. He didn’t miss a beat as he introduced her to the royal family.

Briar was holding onto Silver as she was kind of nervous because there were a lot of strangers who held high authority. That just made her more adorable. So, whenever Silver has to train to be a guard, Briar sometimes comes along with Lilia which prompted her and Malleus to slowly become friendly acquaintances.

Along the way, they meet little Sebek (I have no idea how his backstory is supposed to be since I don’t play the game). Sebek is very flustered because Briar is very pretty and she and Silver stand out from the other children who live in the Valley of Thorns.

Sebek can now go cry to Briar when Silver falls asleep after witnessing Lilia’s terrifying persona during Halloween. Briar is trying to convince herself that it was just a nightmare.

Briar grows up with somewhat the same gentle and motherly personality but less depressed and neglected. She is more open and social, fussing about those younger than her.

NRC Present Time:

She visits the Diasomnia quartet when she can. Because she is still chosen to go to Diamond Crown Academy. Lilia sends her photos of the boys in their robes and she sends a picture back of her school life.

When she visits, they have no idea that she is acquainted with Malleus and Lilia. When they do, they get the shock of their lifetime.

Briar usually brings snacks (because she knows that Lilia’s cooking is a disaster waiting to happen), the boys are secretly celebrating because they don’t have to make excuses to Lilia why they weren’t hungry.

Silver still calls her “Onee-san” while Sebek calls her Lady Briar but still gets flustered whenever she dotes on him, it doesn’t help when Lilia enables her. Even Malleus finds it endearing, calling her a mother goose fussing over her goslings.

Silver and Sebek are overprotective of Briar during her visits, all those boys trying to get her attention when NONE of them are worthy to even talk to her, or so says Sebek.

Since she is also performing idol concerts in the academy, Lilia would stream it to the dorm to show them how talented his precious daughter is.

Lilia: “Look at her! She’s making me proud!”

Hopefully the happy times never end... unless a certain fairy king tries to find her.

#phnx #dca #diamond crown academy #dca headcanons #headcanon #twst oc #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #silver #lilia vanrouge #briar auroria

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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A Great Treasure

(Jaskier just constantly getting kidnapped by dragons and dressed real pretty? Yeah. I’m into it.)

tw: gratuitous, almost My Immortal levels of outfit description because I am A Ho For The Look, dragons being horny, Geralt being soft as fuck but also kinda horny

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The next dragon that took Jaskier wasn’t nearly as sneaky. Nor was it green. The great, sapphire-blue reptile swooped down above the road in broad daylight and plucked the surprised bard up with its great talons, disappearing over the tops of the trees before Geralt could so much as think to pull his sword. The Witcher heard Jaskier’s startled cry echo out over the forest and urged Roach into a canter. He departed from the beaten path and took off in the same general direction the creature had been headed. “It hasn’t even been three full fucking weeks yet. Fuck.”

Hello, Jaskier! I’m a friend of Etheid’s, the dragon introduced herself. The draconic method of telepathic communication still bothered the bard a little but the blue dragon’s voice seemed more sing-song than Etheid’s had been. Certainly more feminine. Call me Lythos, or Lyth for short.

“Nice to meet you, Lythos,” Jaskier muttered, clenching his eyes shut tightly. “Let’s talk more when we’re on solid ground, yeah?”

Afraid of heights, bardling?

“Just a smidgen of a little bit.”

Worry not, we’re nearly to my tower.

“Another tower?”

Whatever happened to talking on solid ground?

“I’ve been kidnapped by two dragons in one month. I’m curious.”

I doubt this will be the last time you’re kidnapped by a dragon, either. Not until one of my brethren gives up during their turn or loses the bet.

“Their turn? What bet?! What are you talking about?”

I will explain the situation to you more fully when we land. There is much to be discussed. Many things to plan. Many rules to be determined and recorded for the others.

Jaskier sighed, glad he’d left his lute tied to Roach’s saddlebags today, and let himself be carried off to yet another strange adventure. “So you guys are just going to keep swooping in and stealing me away like this because it’s fun?”

Yes. And because Borch said that you and Geralt are kind-hearted and friendly mortals. We dragons don’t meet many such humans in our travels; we’d like to reward you somehow.

“So you’re rewarding me by kidnapping me?”

That’s why we included the second part of the deal, with the elaborately designed outfits. It’s not just because we enjoy collecting treasures from all over the Continent and squirreling them away to play with later; it’s also our form of payment to you. If you’re dressed from head to toe in silk and gold when Geralt rescues you then there’s no time to stop and take those items off before you ‘escape’. You can keep them or sell them; anything you are given by one of us should be considered payment for services rendered.

“And the service that Geralt and I are providing is...entertainment?”

Correct. It would be unfair to use up so much of a Witcher’s time without paying him.

“You’d be surprised how many people do that, actually,” Jaskier griped. “Village after village, turning him away without payment just because he’s a mutant and a freak. It’s horrible!”

Now you understand why my kin are so desperate for something good in the world. The love between you and Geralt is pure and strong, that is the other reason we chose the two of you.

Jaskier blushed. “We’re just a couple of flimsy mortals that happened to bump into each other and get along. Most of the time. It’s a very human thing to do. There are other couples in need of some emotional urging, if you’re looking to orchestrate a romance.”

No, we wish only to further yours. Now, would you care to look through the clothes I’ve gathered? We have at least another day before your Witcher finds us.

“Less than a day if he chooses not to pause for meditation, the fool.”

He will not risk losing you, Lythos sighed happily. I checked in on him earlier; he is meditating and gathering his strength. He has admitted his love for you now and is determined to prove himself. How dreamy.

“That is absolutely precious! Ugh, I love him so much.”

Then let us make you lovely, so that when he arrives he is doubly excited to see you.

“I can’t argue with that logic. Not from such an ancient and wise creature.”

Flattery gets you everywhere, bard, Lythos teased. She huffed out a thin cloud of steam and Jaskier chuckled in return.

“I know.”

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“Are you kidding me?”

Absolutely not, the dragon shook its snout. Try them on. Unless you don’t like it, of course; I have other options, too.

“No, it’s all very lovely. It’s just...I get to keep them?”

Of course. I don’t want to make you change your clothes in the middle of Geralt’s daring rescue. That would totally ruin the romance!

“I suppose that would be rather odd. Even Geralt might catch on to something like that.” Jaskier held clothes the dragon had preferred in his hands, glancing once more at the suggested shirt. “What exactly is this supposed to be?”

It’s a tunic, of course. What else could it possibly be?

The bard gesticulated towards the dragon, holding the apparent tunic out for inspection as if he was shocked or surprised by Lyth’s choice. “It’s completely sheer!”

Yes, and it will make you look so very delicate, Lythos urged. Just try it on with the pants. Just once. You can change if you don’t like it, like I said. There’s a whole closet of costumery at your disposal, Jaskier.

The bard sighed and pulled the pants on first. They were made of a deep, peacock blue silk and hugged him in all the right places. He turned back and forth, observing their fit in the full-length mirror Lythos had provided. His legs were defined but the material wasn’t overly tight; it hadn’t bunched up near his thighs or ass like silk of this kind usually did. “Were these tailored to fit me?”

Yes, they were.

“How? I’ve only been here for a few hours and you pulled these directly from the armoire!”

Etheid passed along your measurements to the rest of us so that we could better prepare.

“Right, of course. Dragons. Bets. All that fun stuff,” the bard sighed. He tugged the gossamer shirt down over his head and tucked it neatly into the waistband of his high-waisted trousers. Jaskier glanced towards the mirror again and discovered that he looked...he looked amazing.

The shirt had been designed with a low, swooping neckline that revealed both his collarbones and a good portion of his chest. The thin, almost translucent white material left whatever the shirt did cover still almost entirely visible. When he blushed it could be rather obviously traced all the way down to his mid-chest. The giddy bard mussed his hair a little and did his best pouting ‘rescue me’ face; oh yes, that’s the way to do it.

Jaskier looked downright sinful.

“You are absolutely brilliant, Lythos! Geralt is going to lose his mind when he sees me in this ensemble.”

So you’ll wear it?

“This particular outfit is my new favorite. I’ll have to wait until the next dragon shows up before we can turn a profit from this whole bard-napping melodrama venture.”

There is always the jewelry. I can give you a few extra pieces to sell since you love the clothes so much; I have too much of the stuff sitting around and collecting dust anyway.

“Would you like it if I let you choose all my jewelry? I’m afraid I tend to go a bit overboard.”

Yes, yes! The dragon huffed happily, filling the space briefly with a cloud of steam. I have temporary earrings and bracelets and necklaces. I even have anklets if you so desire.

“Goody!” the bard rejoiced. “I love anklets! I never have good enough reason to wear them, though. This will be lovely. Do you mind if I roll the pants up to my knees? Geralt does so love the sight of my bare skin. I think it would drive him absolutely mad if we showed a little ankle for the Witcher.”

Please do whatever you see fit, my friend, Lythos insisted. You must sparkle for your White Wolf. You must look the part of the treasure he seeks to find!

“Ah, so I’m a treasure this time instead of a damsel?”

Hmm, yes. I think that makes it more interesting. What kind of treasure would you like to be?

“Geralt’s,” the bard breathed dreamily. The large, winged reptile rolled her eyes and huffed again.

Duh, that’s the point. I meant like...pirate treasure? A king’s treasure? I’ve never done roleplay before. Mostly just burning down the houses of rude nobles and kidnapping some princesses upon request. I’m not incredibly familiar with human treasure.

“Oh! I could be your hoard!”

You’re brilliant! Of course! This will be so fun. What if you laid in my tail when Geralt arrived? Like I was guarding you?

“Well then how would he get me away without hurting you?”

I could make him give a speech? Woo you away from me with your words?

“Oh, that’s very clever. Very dramatic. I love it!”

We do make a good team, I think.

“Do you have any makeup? This look would be excellent with some eyeliner.”

You are definitely as entertaining and fun as Etheid promised. I’m sure that Aramaris will enjoy you just as much.

“Wait, who’s Aramaris?”

They chose the next lot after me. Then, after Aramaris has their turn, Vertos would like a chance to partake.

“Hold on a minute. There’s a waiting list of dragons who want to kidnap me?”

And see Geralt come running to your aid, yes. It is rather sweet to watch and we are all very bored. We’re going to see who can make you the prettiest and get Geralt the most worked up.

“So this is just a game to you?”

As I said before, it is both a game and a legitimate matchmaking endeavor. Additionally, we’re compensating you for your time and trouble.

“I suppose,” Jaskier agreed. “Plus this outfit is absolutely to die for.”

Yes, and now to the makeup!

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Geralt was very confused and very tired. He had tracked the dragon through the woods to yet another ancient, dilapidated tower. Jaskier was hidden at the top, no doubt, probably terrified out of his mind. This was the second dragon to capture his idiot bard in a fucking month, though the first time had been extremely unorthodox. Just plain odd, really, considering Geralt’s previous experiences.

Oh well, nothing he could do now except climb the tower and rescue Jaskier.

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Jaskier was waiting for his Witcher to arrive while reclining within the coil of Lythos’s enormous blue tail His pants were only a half-shade brighter than her scales and the contrast was remarkably artistic (perhaps by design). The bard was barefoot and his pants were rolled up to just below the knee. Lyth had insisted on decking him out in lots of jewelry since Jaskier was to be her supposed hoard. It will be more realistic and believable if you’re dripping with silver and sapphires, bard. He found himself unable to argue with her logic once again.

Jaskier had a handful of thin silver bands around one ankle, a silver cuff around his left wrist, and another bejeweled cuff at the top of his left bicep, beneath the shirt. Lythos had added a thin silver chain around his neck, which fell to just above his chest hair and ended with a teardrop shaped sapphire pendant. Some kind of crushed gemstone powder had been dusted atop his collarbones and into his hair, making him seem to sparkle in the midday sun. He’d added a light, smudged layer of kohl around his eyes to widen and darken them like he had once at court. The dragon had also demanded that he slide several rings of various styles and sizes onto his long, tapered fingers. It will draw his attention to your hands, she explained. You will thank me tonight, I’m sure.

That suggestion had Jaskier blushing brightly and Lythos had nearly snorted fire from laughing so hard at the young man’s reaction.

Here he comes! She announced, bringing Jaskier’s back to the present. His blue eyes fixated on the thick wooden door that led from the chamber where Lythos lay curled and ‘guarding’ him to the bedchamber where he’d stayed the last two nights. Very shortly after her announcement there was a determined grunt, a heavy thud, and the door crashed open to reveal Geralt.

The Witcher was breathing heavily and his nostrils were flared but he wasn’t wearing his armor. He hadn’t been wearing it last time, either, and Jaskier wondered if he was already onto their little charade. “You know I won’t win if we battle,” Geralt admitted, staring across the room at the lounging dragon.

His eyes flickered to Jaskier for a moment, widened when they took in the bard’s appearance, and then returned to staring down the monster.

I don’t intend to fight you, Witcher, Lythos said, projecting her bored words into both of their minds. Jaskier knew that she was faking the cold disinterest but his heart still picked up speed when one of her large claws hooked beneath his chin and raised him into a slightly taller sitting position. Though I suspect that you’ve come to take back my newest treasure and I am loathe to let it go so soon.

The Witcher nodded, unable to form words. He was nervous for the life of his bard but he was also slightly distracted by the way Jaskier was being forced to arch his neck and tilt his head that way. The bard looked so fucking breakable and soft, surrounded by scales and held partially aloft by such a strong and pointed appendage. His eyes were wide and completely focused on the Witcher, his own peril seemingly irrelevant even as he gasped against the scraping claw. Geralt shook his head to clear it and narrowed his eyes even more. “Don’t hurt him.”

It’s my treasure, Lythos hummed dismissively. I will do with the human lad as I please. Go away, Witcher, and leave us to play.

“He’s not a toy,” Geralt growled. He reached for his sword and cursed when his hand swiped through empty air. He knew bringing a weapon up so many flights of stairs was pointless but he still should have kept it on him for safety. Jaskier made a gentle, nervous noise and the Wicher flinched. “Please don’t hurt him!”

You would barter for the human? For his safe return?

“Take me instead,” Geralt offered. He held his hands up in surrender and took a slow step forward. Lythos lowered Jaskier back down to his lazily reclined position and raised her scaly brow. The bard was shocked; he hadn’t been expecting the Witcher to do something so drastic right away. He’d anticipated some kind of argument first.

You would sacrifice yourself for him? Trade yourself to me in order to save him?

“Of course,” the Witcher scoffed. Lythos could hear his slow heartbeat starting to accelerate. “I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

Hmm. Little treasure, what do you think?

“I can’t let him do that for me. He’s a Witcher, I am merely a traveling bard. The world has more need for him than it does for me.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt half-whimpered. A pleading tone bled into his words as he took another step forward, this time towards the bard, “You foolish man. I know you. You’d grow bored here. You’d grow antsy to travel. You’d try to escape and you’d get yourself hurt or killed or...”

I protect what is mine, the dragon interrupted. He will be safe here. I will keep him happy and entertained.

“Please,” the Witcher sighed. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head forward, white hair falling in a curtain around his ridiculously attractive face. “Jaskier was the first good thing Destiny ever did for me. I can’t lose him.”

I have seen into your heart and know these feelings to be true, Lythos intoned. She spoke as if she was making a very difficult decision and not sticking to a vague pre-determined script. You may take the bard and go, but you must hurry. I may change my mind.

Jaskier clambered out from between the coils of her massive tail and allowed Geralt to sweep him up into those strong, stable arms. He clung to the Witcher’s neck and buried his face to hide his smile. Lythos said her final goodbye to the bard alone; I hope my kin treat you fairly. If they do not, let me know, and I shall take care of it. Thank you for the lovely time.

“Thank YOU,” Jaskier mouthed.

And then they began to descend the winding tower staircase.

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“I hope I never see another dragon again in my life except for maybe Borch,” Geralt panted, urging Roach into a slightly faster canter.

“Yeah,” Jaskier said, smiling a little to himself. “Running into another dragon so soon after two nearly identical kidnappings would be very strange.”

#geraskier fic #geraskier #like 2.5k words i think #soft geralt #geraskier ficlet #in league with dragons #protective geralt #the dragons treat jaskier like a paper doll #let's dress up the bard #and mess with the witcher #that'll be fun #geraskier fanfic #geralt x jaskier #ooooh boy #in league with dragons pt 2 #we've kidnapped the bard so now what #how many will it take before geralt realizes something is up?#inhuman jaskier

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riddlehoes · 3 years

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Mattheo Riddle

(Mentions of Torture, Death, Anorexia, and Betrayal)

Who knew. I mean I lost my dad, and the only person actually that actually comforted me was close to the person that murdered my father. Crazy, thought we were supposed to be the good guys.

You may be wondering what happened, or who the good guys are, and who killed my dad.

I was apart of the order, was. They were or are the good guys, the people that don't want Voldemort to win, that want their pretty little world to stay in perfect shape. And Bellatrix Lestrange killed my father. My boyfriends family friend killed my father, I saw it happen. I witnessed my fathers soul leave his body.

" Davina, hurry up! " Harry yelled, sending yet another spell at the death eaters, until a big fog took over, and all of us were now in the arms of a death eater.

Sadly, Crabbe's father was gripping onto me, he really did get his god awful smell from his father.

I couldn't hear exactly what was happening til my father yelled a spell at Crabbe's father, who threw me into my fathers arms.

" are you okay darling? " he yelled over the noise, I nodded and hugged him. After my mother passing away, he was all I had left, I was never close with Lupin cause he was always focused on the potters.

We heard more yelling and looked over, Harry was yelling at Bellatrix, and of course, of course! My father had to go help him, not once did he ever choose me over the 'chosen' one.

I looked over at Mattheo who was staring at me, as he held onto Luna Lovegood. Hermione was struggling in the arms of a death eater, and Ron just gave up. I was trembling as I watched my father get in front the Potter boy.

Bellatrix threw spell after spell at my father, completely missing or getting rejected. My father was a good guy, he didn't throw a spell at his own cousin, though she was throwing spells at her own cousin. My father was the only true good guy in the order. Other than Dobby.

He messed up, the blocking spell. My father messed up the blocking spell, he had been teaching me since I got my magic abilities. He looked at Harry, as his soul left his body, then at me. He mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' then died.

My father died protecting a Potter, just like he spent so many years in Azkaban for the Potter's. For something he never did, and never would do.

I wish I could have been like him, giving up my whole life for friends, but no. They were not my true friends.

When we got my to Hogwarts, sadness took over the school.

Lupin, Nymphadora, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Ron, Hermione. All of these people were supposed to comfort me too. I lost my father, he was my FATHER. But where was my comfort? The Potter boy wasn't even related to my father. My time with my father got cut short yet AGAIN by a Potter.

I sat on a windowsill, crying, watching everyone I know and cared for comfort a boy who lost someone he had just met only a year or two before. He was always my father.

I stared at them in agony.

I was alone now, for good.

They had taken my father away. AGAIN.

My father had chosen him over me, AGAIN.

I stared at them, with tears falling down my face.

" funny isn't it? " a dark voice said down the hall, making me jump. I looked over and saw the boy with scars falling all over his face.

" I mean he was your father correct? Why are they comforting the Potter boy? Because he lost his god father? " the boy asked again, coming close towards me.

Mattheo, Voldemort's next of kin.

" you know, your father was the last one we wanted to kill, we normally don't aim for killing family, unless they deserve it. " he said sitting down next to me.

I scooted away, feeling bile boil in my stomach. " I mean he was canoodling with the enemy, but here I am sitting by one. You are the enemy right? " he asked, pulling a cigarette out, then mumbling Incendio, lighting it.

" I mean they are the reason your father is dead. And now they aren't even here to put back the pieces they destroyed. " he spoke lowly, blowing smoke out.

I looked at the Scarfaced boy, and walked away, towards my dorm, slamming the door.

Over the next two weeks, I didn't leave my room, I ignored Luna, and ignored hermione who somehow found out the password to the hufflepuff dorm, and ignored everyone that tried to comfort me days after my fathers death.

The words of the riddle boy playing over and over in my head.

" I mean they are the reason your father is dead. And now they aren't even here to put back the pieces they destroyed. "

Again

" I mean they are the reason your father is dead. And now they aren't even here to put back the pieces they destroyed. "

Again

" I mean they are the reason your father is dead. And now they aren't even here to put back the pieces they destroyed. "

I couldn't deny that what he was saying was true, but I didn't know what to do.

When I finally decided to leave my room, I could barely walk. My ribs were sticking out of my robes, and my arms were frail. I hadn't eaten only showered, slept and cried.

" davina hi how are y- " Hermione started as I walked by, but I shook my head no and continued walking towards the Slytherin table where Mattheo sat with his friends.

Hermione, Ron and Harry stared at me as I sat down with the evil boy and his friends.

" glad you decided to join us. " he whispered, smirking. " Now eat. You need to have some meat on your bones. " he said, pushing a plate with a LOT of food towards me

I smiled at him, and listened to he and his friends talk about random things.

Who knew the dark lord's son, actually had a social life.

Now, we're here. Bellatrix was actually broken up about killing my father, and she took me in. Mattheo, though he was quite difficult, he helped me through it. Gave me nutrition spells to keep me strong when I couldn't hold down food, and Voldemort. Voldemort was evil, but he welcomed me with open arms.

" Make them suffer the way I suffered for the last 15 years! " I yelled at the table, slamming my hands down. Making the death eaters cheer and clap their hands.

I pulled my sleeves up as we went over the plan of killing Harry, and taking down the order. And I glanced at the tattoo that laid upon my forearms

I became their insight after I got the dark mark, told them what exactly the order planned to do. They had no idea, we acted as if everything had been normal, other than me ditching the Hufflepuff house at lunch.

" Darling, your aunt would like you to go home tonight " Mattheo said, kissing my temple

I nodded, and stared at the ceiling that showed us the dark clouds.

My father came to my mind again, and I laid my head on Mattheo's chest.

" you miss him? " he asked me, stroking my hair. I nodded, " I wonder if he's disappointed in me. He believed in and put in so much to the Order. " I whispered, making the boy nod.

" yeah he did. But where were they for you when you needed someone? Someone to lean your head on? Davina, my love. I know we aren't the best people, I know we used to kill innocent people, but I'm in it for you. You chose us because you needed us. We've been here for you for the past 2 years, I'm not sure where we would be without you. " he said, making me grin.

" I love you Theo. " I said, pecking his lips. He grinned, and kissed me back then pulled me back to laying on his chest.

" We did everything for you Davina! " Hermione yelled, her nappy hair blowing over her face from the wind.

I laughed, shaking my head. " My father died that day. MY FATHER! HE WAS MY FATHER. I was continuously stepped on. My father was used as bait, he was used as a sheild. You people treated me like SHIT and ignored me whenever I lost my FATHER! " I yelled with venom, making Hermione and Harry begin to slowly walk towards me.

" Davina, we can help you now... you've been brainwashed you're even shacking up with Sirius' murderer. " I rolled my eyes and looked back to Bellatrix who sent me a smirk and nodded.

" say it Potter CALL HIM MY DAD. Admit that he was more important to me. " I yelled backing up and grabbing onto Mattheo's hand.

One...

" Davina he was important to us all. " Harry yelled, the wind getting harsher.

Two...

" You don't want to admit it? Fine then. " I said, smirking.

Three...

" AVADA KEDAVRA " I yelled, the red light hitting the boy, and Mattheo apparated me, my aunt, Draco and Lucius back to the Malfoy manor.

" you just did what the dark lord has been trying to do for years darling. " Bellatrix said, smiling sadisticly.

" Goodjob my love. " Mattheo whispered, kissing my temple.

" The dark lord would like to see you Davina. " Lucius said, opening the door for Mattheo and I.

" Davina Black. You just set up the next 5 years for us. You got rid of the last Potter, and now the order is next. " Voldemort spoke, the other death eaters keeping their heads down.

I nodded, smiling. I finally got rid of the person that kept me from my father for the past 15 years.

" they tried to show me sorrow, show me they cared. They were faking it, they got what they deserved. The order is next. Let's get rid of these saintful bastards once, and for all! " I yelled, cheering along with the rest of the death eaters.

" THE CHOSEN ONE, IS DEAD! " Voldemort yelled, flicking his wand and making the chandelier of candles light up.

They continuously tried to tried to win over the next few years, but one by one, Mattheo, Bellatrix, Draco and I took out the people of the order. Beginning with The Weasleys, and ending with the mud-blood. I can still remember her screams as my aunt engraved the word into her forearm, the way her tears rapidly fell down her face, but I saved the youngest male Weasley for last. And I brought him over to his lover and made him watch as we tortured her.

" see the way she's crying Ronnie? That's the way I cried whenever you bloody lot comforted that Potter boy over the death of MY FATHER " I screamed in his face, tossing his body over to my lover.

" you see, you lot never batted an eyelash at me until DAYS after. You all got what you deserved. Used my father as bait. Even believed that my oh so great uncle Lupin was on your side! " I spoke, laughing in the Ginger's face.

Lupin walked out of the hall, with Nymphadora on his arm, and their baby in her arms.

" See Weasel. You and your order, used my father, even used my mother. Used me. Used Remus and Nymph. You used them, and what did you expect? Did you expect them to love you? And cherish you? HUH? ANSWER ME WEASEL! " I yelled, slapping the ginger. Mattheo tugged on my wrist,

" Darling, don't knock him out, he needs to be up for the rest of the grand finale. " he said and I nodded backing away as Voldemort came in.

" see Ronnie. I told my lord about how you treated me, then I recruited this other girl you treated badly too! You remember her? Lavender? Lavender Brown! " I said smiling evily then turned towards the door.

" Hi Won-Won! " she exclaimed, waving at him then walking to me and pulling me in for a hug.

" The dark lord, really enjoyed the stories I told him about you! How you took my virginity on the astronomy tower in 4th year. Took Vina's in 3rd at the same place too! " she said, her smile looking forced now.

" yeah I wasn't really happy to hear that, I mean that isn't very gentlemen like, but then again you and Harry weren't very good people were you? Always had to make everything about yourselves. " Mattheo said, pulling the boys head up so he could stare him in the eyes.

" now children, let's calm down. We can do a little reunion later! Let's get started! " The dark lord said, as he stuck his wand to everyones temple, pulling out the memories.

" see Ronnie. This was Lavender and Davina's idea! And I thought it was a great one considering she is my best friends daughter. " Remus said, as he sat his child in a basket and faced the basket away from the scene.

" what-what is happening " the ginger stuttered, shivering. " you're gonna watch us torture your family! Then you're gonna watch and rewatch Davina murder the chosen one! " Mattheo said, laughing.

" See Ronnie. You all showed your sorrow for Potter. But you never showed me mine? After everything we've been through too! But hey, we aren't gonna show any sorrow for this, so pay back right? " I asked as the memories flooded into Ron's mind, terror taking over his face.

" oh my god you didn't touch my sister right? Or my mom? " he sputtered, closing his eyes.

The boys gasped, " of course not Ronald! We aren't animals! " Mattheo said, punching him in the shoulder.

“ okay, your turn Davina “ Mattheo whispered smirking, I nodded and pulled my wand out muttering the word

“ Crucio “ Ron’s screamed echoed through the room as we laughed.

No sorrow given, No sorrow returned.

#tom riddle #lord voldemord #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #dracotok #draco malfoy #luna lovegood

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froggykinz · 3 years

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if you can can i get a kin matchup from bandori ( any bands ) !

im pisces infp 4w5 (idk if this helps)

im quite calm / tired “energy” most of the time but still im nice, sometimes im moody but when it’s about my obsessions i get hyperactive and talk nonstop without noticing and i also love hearing people about anything

mature but sometimes i act childish and get physical clingy as a coping mechanism ( either a 5 year old or an old man )

i tend to space out/ daydream, get distracted easily, hard time concentrating unless it’s something i love / find interesting, always do “things” with my hands and hair cuz helps me to focus

it’s hard for me to express my emotions in a verbal way so i prefer to take my time and write about them

i come off as serious tho im kind / chill when approached, im quiet and shy around new people but with friends i can get aloof if im in the mood, i treat people with kindness most of the time

i don’t tend to worry a lot unless it’s something of grave concern or if someone it’s putting themselves at risk

im bad at school, can’t work under pressure if it’s too much leads to anxiety attacks , sensitive to loud noises, makes me uncomfortable and in a bad mood

sensitive af and cry a lot, crying is how i usually express strong emotions, i trust my intuition a lot

always aware of my actions and hold responsibility for my actions, my values being respected are important to me

i love deeply and would do anything for my love ones but if it puts my mental health at risk won’t hesitate to put myself first

i enjoy drawing, reading, listening to music and knitting

Hello! I think I’ll diagnose you as!!

Moca Aoba (Bandori) Kaoru Seta (Bandori) Rinko Shirokane (Bandori)

Mod Froggy - Homura Akemi

#Anon #🐸 Request Finished! 🐸#Kin Matchup

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ushiwakaout · 3 years

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Force of The Arcana (JJK Fanfiction)

The Fool [00]

Name: Kohaku Toshiko

コハク || 琥珀 (last name: amber) 敏子 (first name: quick, clever, sharp, child)

Distinctive Traits: Jade rim glasses, Four birthmarks (nose/ right tip, left under eyes/middle cheek, under lip/left side, the right side of lip) Tattoos: each major arcana card (full sleeve on both arms)

Stands at 167 cm || 5′5

Her hair is naturally curly but she straightens it every four days because she doesn’t wash her hair often.

Likes: Milk Tea (especially Earl Gray), Horror Movies, Fried Foods, Pie. || Dislikes: Pickles, Pastries with vanilla filling, learning new things because she doesn’t know how to do them.

Likes wearing clothes that accentuate her body, especially her breast. Wear loose pants, hate jeans. Would rather wear a maxi dress than pants, usually her go-to.

According to Gojo and Nanami, she tends to be very quiet around new people but she will speak up if she disagrees. She’s known to make other people hate her because she’s afraid of getting close to others because at some point- “everyone dies… and I’m afraid of getting hurt.” She doesn’t like crying around others, although she’s a well-known cry baby and soft (to the ones who know her) she has a very cold exterior.

Kin(s): Oikawa Tooru. Zenitsu Agatsuma. Armin Arlert. Bakugo Katsuki.

Abilities and Powers

Special Grade 1. Only the Zenin family are in this category, had to fight every member, and almost lost until it became dark hours of the night and she was able to use the Moon technique to cause fear and defeat Ogi Zenin. Enhanced strength and speed. To use her ability, her tattoos must be cut (whichever arcana she needs to use, she has to cut the tattoo that correlates). The cut is there until the clock strikes 12 am, they heal on their own.

Jujutsu: Using the power of Major Arcana, she has 22 techniques in total. Can only use up to five of them a day. The moon and The sun are separate from the other 5, she can use these at any hours of the day, as much as she wants. Physical attacks are close, if not equal to Megumi and Maki. Weapon mastery, thanks to Suguru Geto (her former classmate/partner).

The Fool: Manipulation of the air due to its element.

The Magician: Illusion. Is able to create false realities. Has the most powerful domain (Barrier/Domain Technique)

The High Priestess: Just by touching their throat she makes someone lose their voice or make their vocal cords explode.

The Empress: Along with touch, she can make someone feel void. Almost like Gojos infinity but not even close as strong as his.

The Emperor: Mind control over people

The Hierophant: Is able to predict 1 minute of someone attacks but only once every 10 minutes.

The Lovers: Only seems to activate when a friend or partner is in danger, the most powerful technique as it usually only stores power for so long.

The Chariot: Mind control over curses

Justice: Able to tell when someone is lying. Very rare that she uses this power unless it’s really needed.

The Hermit: Opposite of feeling void- being able to feel true inner power.

Wheel of Fortune: Able to predict inevitable fate, she cannot change this fate because she only sees their fate moments before it happens. With this, she is able to flash their happiest memories into their sight moment before death.

Strength: Can bring out the strongest in someone or the weakest (by touch)

The Hanged Man: Able to take physical damage for someone. This can cause death, death is not inevitable.

Death: Decay by touch.

Temperance: Can make hours feel like minutes (rare use).

The Devil: Can defect any curse, only by sharing blood.

The Tower: Never used before. Can cause world destruction.

The Star: Can heal, small wounds only. Cuts, bruises, and small fractures.

The Moon: Emits fear, can only use it during the night.

The Sun: Can make someone tell the truth, can only be used during the day.

Judgment: Domain of mirrors, can hide inside the mirror as an illusion. (Barrier/Domain technique)

The World: Can ease someone. Put them at peace, no matter the cause.

Relationships

During her High School days, she was in a romantic relationship with Geto Suguro. It was very unintentional. During their first year, they were rivals to see who would become more powerful than Gojo but during a mission, Suguro was at the brink of death, she used her Hanged Man technique and almost sacrificed her life for him. It was the first time she ever cried in front of him. Her hand placed over his bloody chest cut the tattoo of the hanged man. “No, no- what are you doing?” Geto muttered. “Haku- stop it.”

“Shut up, and let me… let me do this, please. I- I can’t do this by myself. I know I can never surpass Gojo, but you- I haven’t surpassed you yet so you can’t die on me now.” Kohaku’s hands began to glow moments before Getos injuries retracted to her’s. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” She nodded moments before falling face-first into his lap. “You better not die of me, Toshiko.” Ever since that day, their relationship was never the same. Their rivalry kept going but there was something different about it- they thrived to make each other stronger. They began dating the summer going into their second year. When Geto decided to use his Jujutsu for evil (they are now in their third year), Kohaku sat outside with him, nowhere near their school. “You know I’ll never forgive you for this, right?” With her head on his lap, Geto brushes her hair to the side. “I know… But that’s not going to stop me from loving you.” Haku gave him a sad smile and hid her eyes under her forearm. “Don’t hide your eyes from me, Kou.” He dragged his index finger against her ring finger, “You took off the promise ring…? She nodded, pulling a necklace out of her uniform. “I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done but I know that the Suguro I once knew is in there. And I know I won’t stop loving him.” Haku wrapped her arms around him, gripping his old uniform. Every now and then, he watches over her. The way she’s grown and moved. How she began to love another man. He still cared about her, but not the way he used to.

Her relationship with Gojo Satoru is a very brother/sister relationship. It’s basic. They’ve known each other since they were children. She’s always felt second to him, he was raised like a god, while she was an outcast. Although Gojo’s power was raised every 1000 years, yours was new- and no one knew how to deal with it as she was the first sorcerer in her family in decades. They grew a lot closer after Geto betrayed them, making sure they were okay every night. At some point, their relationship became romantic until they realized what they were doing because of grief. This didn’t make their relationship any different after that. Now at age 27, she co-teaches alongside him. She enjoys the young presence of Itadori, Fushiguro, and Nobara. Gojo def makes fun of the fact that she isn’t young anymore- Haku hates getting old.

Her relationship with the kids is very much mother-like, especially with Itadori and Fushiguro, when it comes to Nobara- she’s more of a little sister that she never wanted but cares for very much. Fushiguro has had a crush on Haku ever since she met her as a little kid. The first time he met her, he was in awe of how she looked like a mean person but she cared for him as if he was her own.

Nanami Kento, her new romantic partner. Very much a rare pair. During their high school days, Nanami looked up to Kohaku and he thought he felt stupid for it. It was quite obvious he has a very lovable admiration, and clear that he never really liked Geto so when he betrayed Haku- he was the first to comfort her (other than gojo). Although a year apart, every night, they sat up on the roof and just spoke. He was the only one who understood her, being the only sorcerer in their family and all. “I’m sorry about Geto...” Haku let out a dry laugh, dropping her head back. “No you aren’t... You never liked him.” Nanami covered his mouth and chuckled lightly, “Don’t laugh you asshole.” Haku, shoved her elbow into his side. “I really am sorry... You loved him and he hurt you, he’ll never be forgiven because of that.” Haku rolled her eyes. “Don’t get all sappy on me now.” She sat up, stretched her arms and stood up, her face leaning into the moonlight. Nanami watched as her shoulders raised up to her jaw, and as soon as her shoulders dropped: she began to break into tears. “Woah,hey, hey... Come here.” Kohaku shook her head and crossed her arms, a light sob coming from her mouth as she began to step. “No- I’m f-fine. I prom-mise.” Nanami shook his head, and pulled on her arm. “You’re not fine... I know you’re not. It’s been days since he’s left, and you’re not the same.” She shook her head again and put the palm of her hands up to him chest as he reached out to her. “I- I love him, I loved him and he betrayed me! Why’d he betray me! Us!” That night he held her in his arms as she cried. “Promise you won’t leave me Nanami.”

Authors Note: This will be a fanfiction.

This is a Nanami x oc x Geto (ex/past relationship)

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doloresrojo · 3 years

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Hel’s Daughter

Notes: Although I've never read one of his books, I was inspired by Rick Riordan. I also took some elements of different works of fiction, like Francesca Simon's "The Monstrous Child", the History Channel show "Vikings", Neil Gaiman's "Norse Mythology" and other sources. English is not my native language, so there might be mistakes when it comes to grammar and spelling.

Hope you like it.

The word miracle didn’t exist for the old Norsemen; the concept was foreign to them. If you wanted the favor of the gods you had to take it through sacrifice and blood, prayers were not enough. The gods demanded action. Hel, the goddess of the dead, ruler of Helheim, receiver of those who died an unworthy dead, believed this just as much as the Aesir and the Vanir; and yet, she couldn’t think of a better word to describe the baby that was about to come out of her womb. For thousands of years the gods and goddesses had roamed Midgard coupling with mortals leaving offsprings everywhere. So far, Hel had been the only exception when it came to offsprings. Nobody told Hel that she couldn’t conceive, she just assumed it, after all, half of her body was a corpse. She thought that she wasn’t supposed to produce life, it was not her domain. But having a child had always been one of her deepest longings.

Hel was a witch too, her mother the giantess Angrboda was a völva, and a powerful one; Loki had not chosen her only for her beauty and wickedness; power attracted Loki more than anything, and before being separated from her children she had thought her daughter well. Hel could cast a spell for almost anything, but her favorite was the art of illusion. Hel could make the left side of her body, the one that was a corpse, complement the right one. She knew that the other gods disdained her appearance, and she had used that to her advantage, she loved to play with them, but when it came to mortal men she knew that she had to conceal that part of her if she wanted their attention. So she presented herself as a beautiful Nordic woman: fair skin and smooth as the ice, green eyes like a meadow in the spring, scarlet red lips and long blond hair that reached down to her waist. She looked like a princess from a fairy tale, ancient and mysterious.

The father of her baby was a young Irish musician that was living in London, one of her favorite places. He wasn’t particularly ambitious, he hadn’t left Ireland trying to make it big, he was a wanderer and an artist, a good one for that matter. At first Hel had been attracted to his voice, raspy but comforting, like whiskey running through your veins; then as she watched him she realized that he was shy and he was honestly baffled when someone showed interest in him, and it wasn’t an act; she could see it through her left eye, that eye could only see the truth; he knew her as Sigrid and for one night they worshiped each other. Trough sex, Hel was able to feel the rush that only living bodies feel, the feeling that she couldn’t completely have on her own. And this boy was good at what he was doing, despite of his clumsiness and hesitation, once he got confident he became aware of what his partner wanted and delivered. He wanted to see her again and she didn’t oppose the idea, she told him that she would come back; but she didn’t, not because she didn’t want to, she was expecting his baby and she didn’t know what to do. Hel never thought that she would have to deal with such a human and mundane situation.

The pain was excruciating, she had known pain but never like this. The pregnancy had not been an easy one, for the majority of the time she had to stay in bed, more than once the baby tore her left side almost coming out before time. She believed that if the baby was born dead she would be more angry than sad, all that pain for nothing; she longed for a child, yes, but now she felt bitter. The fates had given her so much sorrow: a deformed body, an untrustworthy, narcissistic and negligent father, a family broken by the fear of others, a kingdom that resented her no matter how much she cared of her subjects’ wellbeing. So no, she didn’t believe that the fates will let her have a piece of joy; her own piece of joy. She could have a corpse baby, ready to be put to the ground. A living corpse, cursed to be a living dead. A monster, just like her and her brothers, destined to endure the wrath of the gods.

“Just one more push, daughter, it’s almost here”. Angrboda was assisting her. When Hel arrived to Nifelheim her mother was already waiting for her; she had been killed not long after the gods had come for them.

“Pray to the Bloodmother”. Said Modgud, the giantess that guarded Gjallarbù, and her friend, who was supporting her back and holding her from the armpits.

With a cry that declared war she pushed as if her life depended on it, she felt her left side finally being ripped apart, and she collapsed on Modgud; she felt herself being dragged to unconsciousness, then a memory came out of nowhere: She was back at Jötunheim, with her brothers in her room, she was lying on Fenrir looking at the view from her window- ice mountains and snow being carried away by the wind- Jörmundgandr coiled beside them with Fenrir's tail rubbing him. Her sanctuary. She was brought back to reality by a high pitched baby’s cry. She opened her eyes and saw Angrboda, astonished, looking at the new born. With tears falling down her face she said:

“It is a girl, Hel. A beautiful baby girl”.

Using her remaining strength she sat up and held her arms out for her baby. What she looked was a healthy baby demigoddess, with ten fingers and ten toes, an upturned nose and a lot of hair on her head. Chestnut hair and brown eyes, just like her father.

“Thank you, Bloodmother. She has her father’s looks”.

Hel kissed her daughters forehead and wept; they were tears of happiness, her baby lived. And that was also the problem: No living being could live in Helheim, which meant that she could not stay with her, she had to live in Midgard. Soon she would have to let her go. The fates truly despised her.

***

No matter how much she hated the three dreadful sisters giantesses, they had the answer to her questions. She swaddled her baby and went to pay them a visit at the foot of the tree of life, the Yggdrasil. The sisters were beautiful, three maidens in the prime of their youth, who could believe that they were ancient and feared by gods and mortals alike?

“You took your time, queen”. Said Urd, the Norn that commanded over the past. She was picking up branches and leaves that had felt from above.

“But alas, no one can escape their fate. Not even a god”. Skuld, the one that presided over the future said, she was looking at the well of fate, the Urðarbrunnr.

Hel looked to Verdandi, the one that ruled the present, waiting to see if she had also something to say. She didn’t even acknowledged Hel, she just took a branch out of a basket and snapped it. Hel flinched and held the baby tighter, Verdandi had just terminated someone’s life. Tossing the branch she said:

“Don’t make that face, Hel. You are the queen of Helheim, death shouldn’t make you flinch. It is natural”.

“She is a mother now. Nothing will ever be the same for her”. A smiling Urd said.

Condescending bitch, thought Hel. Maybe it was the nerves but she was feeling mocked by the sisters. Either way, they were talking as if she wasn’t present.

“I am here…”

“Oh, we know”. Verdandi sounded exasperated, bored even. “You want to know what awaits to your child. Put her in the crib”.

A crib appeared at Hel’s feet, carefully she set the sleeping baby in the crib and the sisters stood beside it. They looked at the baby for what to Hel felt like centuries and then stared at each other. Urd was the first to speak:

“Your daughter is not like any other child a god has ever had; she is special, one of a kind. She is the only child you will ever have; she comes from the barest place in the nine worlds and holds so much power. She will be pure magic, she will be the one who will tip the balance when the end of everything comes”.

“You mean?”

“Yes. Ragnarök”. The sisters said in unison.

Ragnarök, the twilight of the gods. The prophecy had done so much damage already to her family. Fenrir was in Asgard, chained with a sword stuck in his mouth and Jörmundgandr was forced to hold the waters of the mortal world with his tale already in his mouth.

“How?”

“That is yet to be seen. Just like you queen, her part in it is yet not defined”. Answered Skuld.

“You wretched… tell me what you know!”

“Hush now. We don’t have all the answers, you already knew that before coming here. And you’d be wise to mind your words, unless you want her to have a similar fate like the rest of your kin”. Verdandi reminded Hel that they could tamper with fate how they saw fit, so it was wise no to offend them so they would be on her side.

Hel took a breath and swallowed her anger.

“Forgive me… I am scared. I don’t know what to do to protect her”.

The sisters softened at Hel’s turmoil. Skuld and Verdandi went back to their places, resuming their work, Urd picked the baby up from the crib and gave her back to her mother.

“You already know what you have to do to protect her, your child is not safe. She is in a very precarious situation. There is only one place were Odin, and Loki, might not find her that easily; your powers will be useful for that. Not to mention your love for her, that’s your greatest weapon against everyone that comes to harm her”.

***

After leaving the sisters Hel realized that she needed to act fast. It was only a matter of time for everyone in the Nine Worlds to find out about her daughter's existence; she had cast an invisibility spell on the baby to prevent Odin from seeing her in his dreams but that wouldn’t last forever. Loki was still bound inside of a cave for what he did to Baldr, but the fates had mentioned him and that didn’t surprise her; the gods didn’t understand the full extent of Loki’s powers; bound to a cave with a venom serpent over his head was not enough to contain him. She knew the place that the sisters meant, the one were her daughter would be safer: Midgard. The world of the mortals had changed and with it also Odin’s ability to see everything there; mortals moved faster in comparison to the old days. A lot of things were happening at the same time in Midgard, it was hard for the All Father to keep his eye on them.

Hel was dreading this, to let the father know of the existence of their child, but she didn’t trust anyone else with her daughter’s safety. She had seen his heart, he was a good person; still, she knew that she was asking for too much. They had been together only once and he was young, clearly not ready to be a father. She had to try though; and if he refused, well, she could force him to do it, but she didn't want to do that, because she wanted her child to be loved. Hel's mother loved her, she loved all her children, but not Loki, he didn't know how to love anyone. She wouldn't let her child to be with an unloving father, that wound never heales. So if he refused, she would find someone else to take care of her child. There was no other way.

***

The father’s name was Ciaran, little dark one. He didn’t usually have nice dreams, he always dreamed of unpleasant or strange situations that left him feeling confused or disturbed. However, this dream was extremely different. He was in a place surrounded by rocky cliffs enveloped in green foliage; there were rows and rows of mountains surrounding the land like a belt or a fortress. The wind was cold but it wasn’t unbearable and even though they were near the sea the wind was dry, it could burn your skin. The land had also sterile patches; this place was a harsh one. He heard a surge of water, even though he was now far from the sea, he thought it was a waterfall but the sound was inconsistent; it was a geyser, there were hot springs too. Amazed, he touched the water, warm, it felt so real. He wished he could stayed there forever. Just when he thought that this place couldn’t mesmerized him more, he saw a volcano, and it was not dormant, smoke came out of it.

He loved this place, wherever it was, and he knew it was real, it had to; he didn’t think his imagination as vivid as it was could produce such a place. His favorite part was the beach, with its soft black sand; he sat there for a long time, seeing the waves come and go, breathing the sea breeze. He felt in so much peace.

Hel had been watching this whole time. She was the one who orchestrated this dream; Iceland had always had a calming effect on her, she hoped that he would feel the same way. She felt guilty, she was about to ruin his good spirits. Ciaran heard footsteps, when he turned he found the most beautiful woman in the world. Sigrid, the lovely Sigrid. He laughed when he saw how she was dressed: A long emerald gown with gold and silver embroidery, a black fur cloak as long as her gown fastened with a small gold chain, a copper choker of a snake that ate its own tail around her neck, her impossibly long hair was braided and on top of her head was a crown made of bones and stones. Now, his dream was getting more usual: Nonsensical.

“What’s so funny?” Hel asked, teasingly.

“Nothing… I’m just being silly”.

They didn’t say anything, they just looked at one another.

“You look beautiful, Sigrid”.

“Thank you. Do you like this place?”

“I do, I have no idea where I am but I love it”.

Hel stood beside him and scooped some of the sand in her hands.

“It’s called Reynisfjara beach”.

Ciaran’s eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead.

“The what?”

Hel chuckled.

“If it’s better, you may say that you’re in Iceland”.

“Really?” Ciaran asked.

“Yes”.

This was a dream, he knew it; but if that was true then why did everything felt so real. The sand that he took form Sigrid’s hands, the smell of salt, the cold wind on his skin, and her. Specially her. It was just as the last time, so natural and effortless. As if to prove himself that she was in fact real, he cupped her left cheek; being in the land of dreams made him bold. She just stood still.

“Where did you go, Sigrid?”

How she wished that she was Sigrid, that she was a normal human woman that could venture to have a relationship with him. Hear him sing his beautiful songs with his lovely voice and caress his skin to sooth away all of his sorrows. But she wasn’t Sigrid and she’ll never be, and there were more important things to talk about right now.

“My name is not Sigrid, I’m not who you think I am”. She removed his hand off her cheek and took a few steps back. Closing her eyes, she let her glamour drop.

She couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes right away, so she listened. For a long moment he held his breath, he didn’t move, but his heartbeat sped up. When she finally opened them she saw him with his mouth agape and his eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. He backed away from her in horror. If you asked anyone, they would tell you that Hel had no heart, because it was in her corpse side, she couldn’t feel anything there. That was not true, in that moment she could feel her heart breaking. Not wanting to hear hateful words from his mouth she broke the silence.

“I am sorry for deceiving you, I promise you I meant no harm. My name is Hel, Norse goddess of the Underworld, of Helheim, daughter of Loki and Angrboda. And I need your help”.

Ciaran looked at her with suspicion but also with interest, when they met he had known that something was different about her, now he knew what was it. She turned so her right side faced him maybe that would make things easier for him. He came closer and turned her so he could see her completely. Hel hated to feel evaluated, normally she would punish on the spot anyone that dared to looked at her like this; still, she let him, she owed him this much. He put both of his trembling hands on both sides of her face, the corpse side didn’t feel as he thought it would; the flesh didn’t come off at his touch, there was no stench, in fact, she smelled sweet, too sweet, it was hard to describe. The air around her was colder and her right side felt unnaturally soft.

“Is this not a dream?” He asked still holding her.

“It is, I used magic to enter your dreams. I brought you here because I love this place, it soothes me. I hoped that it would do the same to you, that made easier what I’m about to tell you”.

“There’s more?”

Hel removed her cloak, revealing that she had been carrying a baby in her arms this whole time. Ciaran looked at the baby and then at Hel, comprehension slowly making way to his mind. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, he just looked at the baby.

“I thought that I couldn’t have children, I had been sleeping with mortal men for centuries and nothing ever happened. I don’t know why it was different with you”.

Ciaran didn’t know what to do. Maybe Hel was being manipulative, she took the opportunity to put the baby over his chest, and luckily he took her, maybe more as a reflex than a conscious move.

“She is in danger. She needs to hide from the other gods and from my father, I talked to the fates before coming to you. Our daughter is meant to bring balance when the end of the world comes; she is not like any demigod that’s ever existed. She will be hunt down if we don’t hid her from them”.

“Did you just say the end of the world?!”

“I know it’s a lot to take. But if you accept to be her guardian I will help you; I will be watching over you both, I will instruct you, my treasure is more abundant than the one that Odin keeps in his halls, I will provide for you. Anything you need”.

Ciaran shook his head, this didn’t make any sense. He was just a regular guy, how in the world was he going to be able to protect a demigoddess?

“I don’t… how will I…” Then the baby opened her eyes. She had his mother’s eyes, his eyes. Fatherhood and motherhood were supposed to be different, or so he was told. Fathers were supposed to take more time to feel a bond with their children, it was normal. But now holding this baby, he felt it, he felt that bond. This was his baby and he was her father, he was certain.

“What’s her name?”

“I haven’t named her. I was hoping you would choose a name for her”.

“I always liked the name Felicity for a girl”.

Felicity meant happiness and joy, everything that Hel was not. It was perfect.

“I love it”.

Ciaran smiled and touched Felicity’s little face.

“Ciaran, do you think you can love her? I want her to be loved not just protected. Do you think you can love her as her father?”

“I already do”. And by the gods he did. It was insane but it was true.

“I’m going to need your help, Hel. You will have to teach me, I don’t understand anything that’s happening and I don’t know how I’ll protect her from gods and such”.

“I will, no matter what. I swear”. Said Hel fiercely. She put on her cloak and took Felicity, hiding her once more.

“It’s not dawn yet in London, go back to sleep, Felicity will be there in the morning. I need to say goodbye first”.

Ciaran nodded, he doubted that he could go back to sleep, but Hel made sure of that with a sleeping spell. He would need all the rest he could get.

***

Back at Helheim, Hel asked her mother and her servants Ganglati and Ganglöt to go to her treasure hall and gather enough jewels and valuable trinkets to secure a substantial income for a year. Angrboda took a look at her daughter and understood what she was about to do; it pained her, but it was the right thing. She kissed Hel and left, Ganglati and Ganglöt behind her, moving at the speed of a snail. Hel adverted her eyes elsewhere and when she looked back at where the siblings were they were gone; most likely, they were already at the hall waiting for Angrboda. They were one of Helheim’s greatest mysteries, to this day Hel doesn’t know where they come from or why they move so slowly as long as they are being watched.

She sat on her bed, Sick-bed, the very same bed where Felicity was born. She retrieved a silver pendant of a rune from a jewelry box. She dangled it over Felicity’s head, the pendant catching the light of the fires illuminating the room, her little brown eyes following it.

“This is the Hagalaz rune; it’s a rune that is associated with me. It represents the wrath of nature, destruction, trials and testing and crisis that leads to completion. If anything the fates said is true then it represents you well, my love… a god cannot always be everywhere at once, I certainly can’t; this pendant will be my eyes and ears, as long as you wear it I’ll be able to know where you are and if you need my assistance. Never take it off”.

Hel chanted the incantation necessary to bind herself to the pendant, green light poured out of her hand and danced around the pendant settling in the rune. Felicity watched everything with a serene expression, as if magic was already normal to her, as if she hadn’t been born a few days ago.

“Felicity, if only I could let you know how much this hurts me. I dreamed of you for so long, forgive me. This is not what I wanted for you, for the both of us… I don’t know what your father will tell you about me, but rest assured your mother loves you, and I am willing to tear everything apart for you”.

***

Ciaran woke up in the morning feeling rested; it had been a while since he had slept so well. He stretched and savored the feeling before remembering everything. He stood up and looked around his room, and there she was. Felicity, his daughter. A bag was next to her basket on the floor, he knelt and peeked at the basket, she was awake, and in her tiny fist she was holding something, he took a closer look and saw that it was a necklace, a pendant of a rune. Even he had heard of runes, and he knew that this was meant for Felicity to have. He opened the bag and found jewels, golden coins and precious stones, Hel wasn’t kidding when she said that she had treasure. Now it felt truly real. The dream that Hel had called upon felt real enough, but now it had materialized. Last night he was a musician that worked odd jobs to get by and was content with being aimless, and now, he was a father, a father of a demigoddess. Hel had not been very specific about the dangers that followed Felicity, and now him he supposed; how was he going to explain this to his parents? To his friends, he needed help, he had to go back to Ireland. This was not going to be easy, even with Hel’s help and support, but he was up for it. Whatever was coming he would face it, he would be there for his daughter just like his parents were there for him no matter what.

***

Verdandi saw everything as it was happening. Hel resumed her role as the queen of the Underworld, pretending that her heart and mind were there, Loki was struggling and raging in his bonds and Odin was vigilant as always, but still unaware of the existence of Felicity. The father was preparing to go back to his homeland with his kin. He didn’t know what awaited them. Not even her and her sisters knew for sure. The pieces on the board that was Ragnarök were scrambled. Some of the pieces were still set in their rightful place: Fenrir was still going to kill Odin and Odin would kill him in return, Thor and Frey would perish as well, and so would Loki. Hel’s role was still unchanged; she would provide her father with an army of the dead but it seemed that the rest was up to her. After Ragnarök the world will be reborn, a new order will come; that’s were Felicty’s part comes in to action. She will either lead the gods in this new world or she will return to the giants what was taken away from them so long ago, as their ruler. Why was she the one bestowed with so much power? Simple, this girl had inherited the power of Ymir. Everything came from Ymir; the giants, the world as we know it, and even the gods. Odin and his brothers had killed Ymir, little did they know that had Ymir wanted to they could have killed them in the blink of an eye. They were nothing compared to Ymir, but Ymir had chosen to sacrifice themselves so marvelous things were born. Ymir was great, and the greatest thing about they was the purity of their heart. But Felicity was not Ymir, and it was yet to be seen if she possessed the same purity of heart. None of this worried Verdandi, whatever this girl happened to decide to do with her power was… unimportant. As long as the outcome was unchanged, the rest didn’t matter.

#hel norse goddess #norse mythology #helheim #ragnarok #paganism #pagan god #nordic paganism

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damedamedame · 4 years

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Can you do a scenarios (or oneshot) w/ Hanako and Kou where their s/o is in danger, maybe kidnapped by one of the school mysteries, what would they be like when they’re taken away? What about when they get them back and they’re slightly injured any crying? Thank you😳😳

VARIOUS X READER - REQUEST

- “Precious.”

NOTES: YOO I HAVE LIKE A LOT OF REQUESTS AND I’M ABSOLUTELY H Y PED

HANAKO - KUN X READER

You’re kidnapped?? by a school mystery?? W HAT???

Hanako had never been so confused and frustrated in his entire life, as a mystery, of course. We won’t be talking about his traumatic past, yes?

You were supposed to be in the bathroom, doing and minding your own business. He had insisted on coming with you in the most Hanako way possible, which included a simple joke that made you look at him suspiciously before stepping inside with a ‘Come in and I’m not giving you anymore donuts’. Ah, who was he to disobey you? Truthfully, he just wanted to make sure you were safe and with him at all times, secretly knowing that someone among his own was an imposter who could come and harm you at any given moment. If he were to lose you in just a second, he wasn’t sure what he would do.

Oh.

Look at that.

It’s been around 13 minutes, of which he actually counted, and you still didn’t come out from the bathroom. He decided to sneak inside, just a peek. A peek that included calling your name just to see if you would respond with that angelic voice of yours that he absolutely adored. You didn’t.

Immediately finding out something was so so wrong, Hanako was off. Losing anyone so precious to him was an option he couldn’t even think about considering. For now, he could ask the rest of the ‘School Mysteries’ of your whereabouts. Even if he had to ask that damned President of where you could possibly, he would do it. Just for you.

Meanwhile, you groggily open your eyes. The water on the floor horribly dampened your uniform, since you were flat out squatting on the ground. Wait. ‘Water...?’ Your eyes shot open. Vaguely, you remembered how Hanako mentioned that all boundaries had water on the ground. This only served to increase your worry. Taking a look at yourself and your surroundings, you notice how your arms were littered with tiny scars and scrapes. Where were you?

“OH! YOU’RE (L/N)!” Your neck snapped up to see Hanako... no, that’s not him. That’s his twin... Tsukasa? Your head hurt too much. “You’re the one dating Amane!” Tsukasa tilts your chin up, cheeky grin plastered on his face. He looked like a bratty rat.

You shut your eyes, expecting Tsukasa to slap you when he raised his hand. Nothing came though, unless you counted the hand patting the top of your head far too harshly to be a gentle head pat. He asked you questions upon questions despite your head being so lightheaded that you couldn’t register them in your mind to find a coherent answer. “Hey, (Y/N)--” When did he start calling you by your first name? “Will you marry Amane? Will you? Will he kill you like he did to me too?”

“H-Huh?” You finally answer him, making his eyes sparkle brightly. “What do you mean by tha--”

“TSUKASA!”

Ignoring you in seconds after he was all on you, Tsukasa ran and wrapped his arms and legs around Hanako in a tight grip. An awkward-looking hug that wasn’t returned in any way, which was fine by the younger Yugi twin who was still screaming ‘Amane! Amane!’. Beside him, you saw a girl, someone with electric yet calming green hair and a stare that could pierce into your soul. She walks over to you, muttering something about ‘Not being able to leave him without a student being harmed’.

Surprisingly, she was gentle when she was helping you up. A direct opposite to Tsukasa, who didn’t help you up at all and just patted you times infinity. “My apologies, (L/N)-san.” How? What? How did this girl know your name? You felt awful not knowing who the strange girl was when she already knew your name.

“This... might happen again, make sure yours is always with you.” You nod, words not very clear but you understood the gist of it. You’re handed over to Hanako, who greatly accepted your presence instead of his own younger brother with loving arms.

“I’m sorry...” You whimper, being carried in his arms with your arms wrapped around his neck. He would most definitely tease you about your current position right now, but that was for later. His worry for your safety was more important. He sighs, a sad chuckle escaping him.

“You really scared me, (Y/N)..” Hanako mutters under his breath. As he sees you start to fall asleep, he presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “I don’t want to lose you too.”

KOU MINAMOTO X READER

MY BABEY DON’T HURT HIM LIKE THIS

Maybe... Maybe you should have stayed in a safer place instead of hanging around Kou, who was looking for this pesky apparition he wanted to help out so they could just stop harassing almost all of the students.

Because now you were gone, away from him and he didn’t like that. No, not one bit.

‘H-How do I do this??’ Kou frets, glaring at the spot where you were in earlier before being absolutely murked by that apparition he was supposed to be helping but now wanted nothing more than to find them and just... hurt them. Just a little bit. ‘Is this what Teru-nii feels like??’

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You squint your eyes, looking at the apparition that snatched you away from your beloved Kou. Speaking of Kou, you worried for his sanity. You felt guilty that you urged him to take you with him as he hunted down whatever was making the students so afraid. What? You liked seeing him all serious yet caring, you loved it.

Now this was your consequence. The apparition, one with a large and weird mask covering the face underneath, carried you over their shoulder. You couldn’t see it, but their aura felt stiff. Perhaps they were frustrated? “(L/N), I won’t hurt you.”

‘Oh great, great, except you just fuc kin kidnapped me and took me away from my boyfriend.’ You frown, wanting to cross your arms but was unable to do so because of the position you were currently stuck in. The apparition in turn sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re just bait.” You’re what now? “I’ve been trying to get that Minamoto’s attention for days now! Then he just sends his little weakling brother for me!? Horrible.” You always believed peace was an option for a variety of problems. This, however, was not one of them. You started thrashing, punching his back like you wanted them to throw you off.

Eventually, they threw your body on the ground. Apparently, you just noticed that you two were on the rooftop all along. Sure, your back hurt like hell and you probably had a bruise somewhere but you didn’t acknowledge that as of this moment. All you wanted was that apparition to take their words about Kou being a weakling back.

“Do you disagree with me? Why hide your eyes from the truth?” This one positively sucks. If you could throw hands right now, you would. Except you’ve just been given a huge disadvantage, with him having more strength as a supernatural and with you being a normal student who was given the chance to see supernaturals for some odd reason.

The apparition strided over to you, smirk apparent on their faces as they loomed above your weak stature. Your eye twitches, wanting nothing more than to fistfight and win, even if the sucky supernatural had greater power than a human like yourself.

“I suppose it’s true... weak humans flock together.”

UM??? F UC K YOU???

Just as you were about to stand up, losing your self-control over that one statement, someone beat you to it. White thunder crashed and hit the apparition’s head dead on, just enough for them to wince and look over to the direction it came from.

“(Y/N)!”

“KOU!?”

You blink. Once. Twice. A lot of times, actually. Kou was there, you didn’t see him come up but you were extremely grateful he did before you could possibly get even more hurt. His golden staff, wildly shot out various white lightning strikes which mostly hit the apparition. Just enough for them to become unbalanced and trip on to the ground.

All of a sudden, Teru came out. ‘Seriously, where did they come from...?’ You squinted, looking at the older Minamoto who was angling his katana menacingly right at the apparition’s throat with quite a sadistic glare. It made you shiver, even if it wasn’t directed at you.

“(Y/N)?? Are you okay!??” Kou, such a sweetheart, helped you up from the ground. You hung your arm around him to keep you from falling down on the ground. He looked at you with utmost care and affection, it made your cheeks warmth considerably so. Once he noticed the blush on your cheeks, it was immediately understood as a fever or embarrassment. “I-I’ll take you to the clinic!”

You nod, not before patting his head with a small smile on your face.

“Thank you for saving me, Kou!”

Kou gulps, his face heating up twice more than yours.

“... I’ll.. save you no matter what, (Y/N).”

NOTES: WHY IS THIS SO LONG AND SO LATE— ISTG I HAVE A REQUEST THAT’S EARLIER THAN THIS (i’m making it rn— might post it tomorrow??) PLEASE ENJOY !!

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk x reader #kou minamoto #tbhk hanako #a smidge of teru because he just never disappears

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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years

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17, 21, and 24 for the OTP ask? 😁

Well, hello, friend! I shall answer for that is DUTY! >:D

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

I did answer this one in another ask, but I can think of a few more to share! (I got so much for these two, don't worry~)

So, another thing that reminds Fane of Solas is any kind of painting, namely frescos. Surprise, surprise! But the reasoning is mainly because Fane used to dream of frescos painted in a temple, one he always finds himself traversing in his dreams in the earlier years of his life. The style was nostalgic, impeccable, as if the hand that had held the brush was fixated on getting every line, every detail, every color, and every proportion just right. The paintings were like little anecdotes, way points trying to guide him in a direction with paint and plaster, but the story was always left unfinished, and it isn't until all the memories flood back that Fane realizes who was the artist of his dreams. *winks*

Now, I'm not usually one for 'smell' references, but oddly enough, Solas is reminded of Fane through one. Namely, chamomile. This was something I thought of one day when I was fighting with a headache and I was just watching a Twitch stream, and I was like, "Chamomile is a natural stress reliever. Fane doesn't like tea, but there are bath oils and incenses infused with chamomile, right? He would definitely be given that by someone or maybe even takes initiative to get it himself." Thus, the headcanon was established! Fane smells like chamomile, and Solas can't help but smile when he smells it from another source, knowing that his dragon is trying to help himself in some way.

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

So, there's a little bit of A and little bit of B for this question. There has indelibly been a positive influence on both Fane and Solas due to each other. Basically, it all stems from pre-Inquisition, aka Elvhenan/Arlathan.

Fane, as a dragon, was inherently tasked with observing elvenkind, watching the flow of which they progressed and if their machinations benefited the world in which they lived. Each dragon had this inherent task, albeit in different ways. Dragons that lived in arid regions were tasked with controlling the sandscape, preserving the ancient temples by covering them with said sand, making inaccessible areas accessible for wildlife, so on, so forth.

Fane, and the others of his specific kin, not only watched the Elvhen, they guided them, but only if it was deemed necessary. White dragons could not want for anything beyond what the world needed, and their powers of absorbing, reflecting, and understanding emotions was what made them highly sought after by the Evanuris. When the Evanuris began enslaving elves, they began enslaving dragons, too. And this is around the time Solas and Fane met; when Fane was the last of his white kin. Fane had gone into recluse, hiding; he turned his back on those who were suffering because he couldn't bear to see them be subjected to magic bending and breaking their minds, turning their eyes grey where they were otherwise a multitude of colors. Solas found him through a curious venture as we all know the dear wolf is prone to curiosity.

Their beginnings were rough. Fane tried multiple, multiple times to kill Solas. He saw him as no different than those who had thus far enslaved his kin. He held anger, rage, resentment, and pride, which warped his nature of calm observation and cool acceptance to preemptive prejudice and scornful indifference. Fane stopped caring; about everything. Solas reached out to him, wanted to help him, and for the sake of keeping things somewhat short, they grew close after constant revisits and...silence. Solas allowed Fane to watch him, learn about him, read his eyes, and in turn, Fane began to open up, rediscover his original nature, and learn about another side from a more personal view. Solas taught Fane that nothing can change or return to what they had been unless he tried, and he did, even though it ended poorly. And even though it takes him twenty-four years and a lot of hardship, Fane finally remembers that important lesson and he's forever grateful, even as they walk onto the same stage that burned before.

Now, Fane has helped Solas do something we all know the dear wolf is a bit hesitant to do, and that's show his emotions. I stated once upon a time that my interpretation of Solas a little more...personal. Basically, I'm exploring a side of Solas that we don't really get to see, and that's an emotional one. My stories encompass a lot of emotion, a lot of grey morality, so I try to do that while keeping Solas in character with how we know him. However, with this AU of mine, Solas is more in touch with his emotions when with Fane. Why? Because Fane did what he was tasked with from birth; he guided. Through silent looks and seemingly disgruntled huffs, Fane allowed Solas to open up, to feel safe when every corner held a knife.

He let him be him. Not the Dread Wolf. Not the Rebel God. Not anything more than what he was naturally, and that was a being who needed to let their emotions go as freely as the magic so intertwined with their nature. They were friends, companions, even though they were two completely different species, and for all intents and purposes, enemies. They loved each other, but couldn't say it. After Fane died, Solas locked up again, kept his emotions sealed away, but when Fane reappeared in his life, both unknowing of who the other was, it all came back so easily, so fluidly. And what you'll see in a lot of my stories of Solas and Fane's early acquaintanceship in Inquisition is that they flow, they let the other be weak even though they don't want to be weak.

As for how they change each other for the worse...well, that ties into a lot of what I have planned during Post-Trespasser arcs. My stories are 'fix-its', but again, grey morality. There's a happy ending, but not without opposition first and a lot of hard lessons. Solas and Fane will do shit that makes people go, "Why?!", but aren't we already saying that with what Solas canon-wise is doing? Why not add an Inquisitor into the mix and live the fantasy we weren't allowed to choose?

24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for?

Okay, so Fane's isn't what you'd think it is. You all know me, I like to go, 'You thought not! AHA! >:D'. Most people who've read my stories might think, "Oh, Fane has to forgive Solas for erecting the Veil because it's driving his kin insane." That makes sense, but it's not what Fane has had to forgive Solas for. Fane has had to forgive Solas for doubting him.

What I mean by this is that Solas tries to steer Fane away from helping him (Look! It's canon after all! XD). And mainly it's because Solas sees Fane thriving in this new life, connecting with people, seeing the world from a different perspective, and so he starts to think that Fane wouldn't want to help him. Which is complete bullshit because Fane, even when Solas tries to gently steer him away, is like, "I'm here. I'm not going to abandon you again." But typical Solas is typical Solas and is weighed down with grief and his doubts, but eventually he relents after a dragon fight. I won't say when this will occur, but...yeah. It's a bad time, and it shows Solas that Fane wasn't thriving as well as he'd thought. It takes a bit, but Fane comes to understand why Solas was trying to guide him away, and it helps when you're a stubborn dragon in love with a stubborn wolf! :D

Now for Solas, I have a little excerpt from a short story (the one I've been sharing a lot in tag games!). It kind of gives a basis of what Fane can sometimes do when he's not thinking or if he doesn't talk to Solas.

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“F..Fane..!”, Solas growled out, a surge of heat invading his head as he felt his dragon’s dormant fury within his soul. It was thrashing, knocking, pounding against the confines of their link, wishing to be set free through him and his actions.

“This is..ugh..important, dammit!”, Fane grunted out as Solas was finally starting to push back, as well as his own minor discomfort with the magic that was slowly building around them.

“Then..ngh..speak of it!”, Solas snapped, feeling something like a pinch against his mind before that sensation ricoheted outwards, a lesser burst of magic managing to separate their bodies, but not their tethered souls. “Hiding in your mind only inflicts more harm!”, he almost yelled, his mind clouding with unusual rage. He was never ruffled this easily, but this wasn’t him, was it?

No, this was Fane, or more accurately, Fane’s mind. And it was red hot with fury.

He watched with slightly haggard breathing as Fane slid back a few feet, a grimace on his face from the smell of ozone, but shook it off easily. Now fully golden eyes glared with steamy ferocity upon him, a broad chest heaving with Veil born ire and excitement at finally having a challenge. Solas straightened himself a bit, clearing his throat as the distance between their bodies allowed him to think a bit more clearly, but he could still feel the thread that connected them intensely.

“Ma’isenatha, please--”, Solas attempted to reach the unhinged being before him, even as he could feel his own mind beginning to cloud again as Fane stalked towards him. They needed to cease this dance before one of them got hurt or insanely ill!

“Quit…”, the fuming dragon began before whipping the staff in his hand around in a near perfect arc towards him. “..talking!”, he snarled furiously, deftly hitting the other end of the staff with his wrist to cut off its intended path for a shorter route.

Solas was a bit curious by the adept usage, but shuffled that thought away quickly to block the blow that was inevitably aimed for his jaw. Now wasn’t the time to ruminate! As much as he loathed to admit it, and encourage it, there was only one way out of this foolish scenario!

“Enough!”, a cry harboring necessary command releasing from his lips, making the link between them snap like a bowstring. “Ngh..!” The heady, harsh sensation had the air leaving his lungs before he swept one end of his staff upwards without volition, missing his mark by a hair. He blinked when the sensation eased off, grimacing as he stared at the staff poised just next to Fane’s face, precisely at the point where his scar was. How ironic, but he knew what was happening now with that.

The involuntary reaction had been too planned, too memory bound. It was like when they had viciously fought as Haven burned with fire and corruption, and he had had no choice but to wound the otherwise perfect face before him - a deep scar left on his left cheek from his staff blade. His arms had been wrapped, then strung up in invisible bonds that radiated desperate heat and furious rage, guiding them to repeat the action due to a desire for something unsaid.

In simple terms, he was being controlled by emotions alone - emotions that were not his own.

“Interesting.”, Solas said, but narrowed his eyes upon the fierce man. “Emotions are your strings.”, he pointed out, more realization dawning on him as to where all these minor outbursts, sudden movements, and disorienting sensations were coming from. Fane..

...was manipulating emotions, guiding them to the destination he desired.

Fane’s eyes narrowed, emerald reappearing to deepen with rage as tufts of his hair fluttered from the air behind his swipe. “I’m intervening.”, the draconic side of his love coming out in full bloom now.

“Why?” He issued it as more a command than a true question. He was mildly miffed by this usage of abilities, but he needed context to decipher why Fane had thought this was necessary. It was unusual and worrying for him to use them like this.

“It’s necessary.”, Fane said with a flat tone, but there was fire crackling beneath its supposed embers, as well as the deep emerald gaze bearing down upon him before he twisted his staff upwards to once again aim under his chin. Solas dodged the movement by an inch, feeling the amount of force behind it with air alone.

His dragon was steadily losing his control, and it wouldn’t be long until he was truly unhinged.

“Fane!”, Solas met the glare with one that felt just as furious as he called out, but finally began to retaliate, no longer wishing to play on the defensive and draw this out longer. “Very well..”, he said lowly, gripping the staff tightly as he pressed in harder, matching Fane’s footwork step for step as their blows connected with near splintering cracks. “...if you are so..”, a harsh crack of their staves reverberating through the air. “...intent on not speaking of what troubles you, then I will make it so you have no choice but to!”

A long, muscled leg nearly knocked into one of his knees as it swept under him, its pace incredibly fast for something intended to withstand punishment. It was like a dragon’s tail as it swept aside massive boulders, and uprooted century old trees.

Fane let out a gasping laugh. “You’re still..ngh..t..talking?!”, he roared, snowy brows furrowed in growing pain as sweat began to form along a lightly flushed temple, hand trembling where it nearly snapped his staff in half.

“I am doing what you refuse to do!” A jab with his staff nearly connected with a muscled arm, but it went through the gap between itself and the toned body it was attached to. “Gh..!”, he winced as he felt a sharp yank on his mind, as well as the staff in his hands as Fane grabbed a hold of it to pull him forward harshly.

The world halted suddenly, its furious, heated pace slightly cooled as their gazes connected, all sound flushing out to where the only sound was their combined, harsh breathing. Emerald and gold swam, ebbed around each other like a phylactery did with its magical blood as the face that bore them was lax in stunned silence, sweat trickling down flush cheeks before it would disappear along a strong neck. Solas felt his face was no better, feeling how droplets of sweat rolled down the sides of his face and how his mouth was slightly agape as he fought for a shred of breath.

What was...going on? This feeling, like their desires were coalescing, taking shape before them like spirits shaped the Fade around them...it was intoxicating, comforting, and serene amid the furious battle they had been engaged in moments before. Their link was still there, but it was soft, velvet against his mind as the gentle essence wrapped around it in an embrace.

It was no longer painted...red.

“Hnn..”, Solas let out a quiet sigh, breath hitching after as the blanket around him became warmer, silken. When had it shifted? He hadn’t been aware because of rage painting the world before him in crimson..

“Too...much..”, he heard Fane whisper out between pants, but it was more to himself than to Solas. “...You shouldn’t feel that like I do.. Shit..”

Solas blinked a bit to reorient himself, the softness of his mind making it hard to think before he saw Fane’s face near inches from his, the hand that had grabbed his staff now making itself known upon the back of his neck, steadying him. When had that gotten there?

“What..”, Solas started, closing his eyes for a moment as the world spun for a second before reopening to try again. “What..was that?”

“My mind.”, Fane muttered, eyes flitting across his face worriedly. “I didn’t think..”, he trailed off with a light growl as brilliant eyes turned downcast. “I fucked up… I’m sorry...”

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So, yeah. It doesn't take Solas long to forgive Fane, but when he first demonstrates just how dangerous his abilities can be and actively uses them to manipulate our wolf gets a little miffed. Solas wants Fane to use his voice more, and these are moments in which Fane doesn't and taps into that warped perception of himself; the one that got him killed.

#oc asks #asks #oc: fane lavellan #solas #solavellan #dragon age #sorry for how insanely long this is!#i just have so much nuanced crap for these two that I get carried away XD #and forgive if the excerpt is a bit...sloppy. it's still a wip! :3 #there's also a lot of stuff that i'm just playing with in regards to Fane and Solas but i know the basis of how they operate X3 #thank you again! <3

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