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Tear You Apart (Piece You Together)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Your obsession with Komaeda Nagito is getting out of hand. The other inhabitants of Jabberwock Island are beginning to notice, you're stealing more and more obvious things, and one lie just leads to another. When the subject of your affection comes to visit your cottage while you're… busy, you struggle to keep yourself in check and hide the extremely incriminating evidence- a pair of his boxers.

Word Count: 8.5

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It wasn’t like you were trying to eavesdrop on Nagito and Kazuichi’s conversation.

“So like, er… are you hittin’ that?”

Really, you would have eavesdropped on any conversation Nagito was having.

“What?”

But of course, this was certainly of interest to you.

“Ugh, come on man, you can admit it to me. Are you like, getting some?”

“...I thought I knew what that meant, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Whatever! We all see you two hanging out like, all the time. Everybody else can barely even talk to you guys.” Kazuichi’s huff made your shoulders slump with relief. ‘Good, they are talking about me. I was almost worried for a second.’ Kazuichi’s voice got quieter, and you had to take a careful step further around the corner of the dining room to keep an ear out, shifting the stack of plates in your hands so they wouldn’t clatter together as you leaned forward. Despite his hushed tone, you could still detect a distinct note of giddiness. “So like… where have you guys done it?”

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” Nagito laughed. You could picture the look on his face clearly. You almost wanted to take a peek. The furrowed eyebrows and smile that placated any denial he needed to give. “(L/N)-san and I aren’t together in any sense.” ‘I wish that he’d let someone get the wrong idea even once! He denies it every single time… Is it because it’s me? Do I disgust him? Have I not noticed that I’ve been bothering him this whole time? Could he-’ “I couldn’t take advantage of her kindness anymore. I hope the rest of you don’t actually have that idea, I wouldn’t want to sully her reputation anymore.” ‘Oh. That’s all. What a sweetheart, even now he’s thinking about me. But… that’s kind of a shame. I wish he’d let himself have something one of these days.’

“Just shut up already! If you don’t wanna admit it that’s fine.” Kazuichi sounded distinctly like it wasn’t fun. “But dude, you know what they say. Don’t stick your dick in crazy.”

“...I’m sorry?”

“She just kind of seems like a psycho bi-”

You took one of the plates and dropped it on the floor. It shattered on the floor and startled the other two. You busied yourself trying to recover the pieces and look distressed. When the boys approached from around the corner, you let out a squeak. Nagito looked a bit guilty, but Kazuichi looked like he was going to die. Nagito moved quickly to your side, extending his hands to take the plates from you. You handed them over. While he was busy trying to balance the new weight, you made sure to send a glare over at Kazuichi, who paled.

“I’m, um, gonna go get a dustpan.” You said to Nagito quietly when he had a handle on them. “I was just gonna return those to the dining room… sorry…” You quickly scurried off, heading to the kitchen where the broom was stored. When you returned, they were back in conversation, though Nagito looked notably less pleased. He had set the plates down by now. You suppressed a grin as you came back to sweep up the glass quickly, making sure to keep your head down.

“You don’t need to worry about it,” Nagito said, “I can take it from here-”

“No, no, it’s- it’s alright.” You didn’t meet his eyes. “I’ll just do it really quickly and, um, let you guys continue on with your conversation.” You felt the temperature on the tropical island drop about five degrees.

“...(L/N)-san-”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything bad!” Kazuichi insisted. “I just- uh- I was just telling Komaeda here that, er- well, that the others are- that I-”

“It’s alright!” You finished up as quickly as you could. “Alright, just gonna… go… toss these-” You felt Nagito’s eyes on you as you left. ‘Good.’ You hummed a tune as you left, but it quickly died in your throat as you tossed the shards into a bin. ‘Who the fuck does Soda think he is? ‘Psycho bitch’? I can’t believe he’s going around saying that shit to Nagito. I wonder if the others are talking about me like that… he didn’t seem too surprised by the conversation… does he know?’

You realized you were gripping the flimsy, plastic handle of the dustpan so hard it was starting to bend. You put it back in its place with a huge sigh. ‘Great. And now I need to go let off some steam. We’re probably almost done collecting and cleaning for the day anyway, by the way Nagito and Soda weren’t doing anything. What an idiot, distracting Nagito like that-’ You walked the short distance back to your cabin quickly.

You didn’t waste time when you got there. Your pulse was already starting to quicken just thinking about what awaited you in your room. You locked the door behind you. Nobody ever came in anyways, of course, but it was a force of habit by this point. You opened the bottom drawer of your bedside drawer, almost full now like your perfect treasure chest.

It was littered with different things you’d taken from or had been gifted by Nagito. His hair ties, gifts from the Monomono machine, trip tickets you’d collected over the weeks. It all sat in the drawer. At the top, however, was your crown jewel, your most treasured possession. You’d only acquired it yesterday, but there was no doubt it was your favorite of all.

You bit your grinning lip and pulled out Nagito’s grey and white checkered boxers. You let out a giggle as you settled into bed. The blinds were always drawn. Nobody would come get you until dinner in a couple of hours. You had all the time you needed with your indulgence. You got comfortable within your pillows and spread your legs. Your hand drifted down to your panties, stroking the length of your panties, teasing yourself as you finally pulled his underwear to your face and inhaled deeply.

You’d been planning your acquisition of this garment for days. Finally, after collecting at the beach, Nagito had gone to take a shower before dinner. When he came to the table, hair still a bit damp, you knew what to do. You ‘accidentally’ tipped a glass of water all over his lap, drenching his pants just enough for him to go need to go change. Once he came back, you traded out with him. You’d opened his door right up- he never bothered locking it, you knew that well- and pulled the underwear right off of the top of his laundry basket, still wet.

You had gotten lucky. His underwear was still sweet with the scent of his citrusy soap, but he’d been wearing them just long enough that his musk clung to the fabric. You moaned into the cloth. Heat flared at once deep in your stomach. ‘This is what he smells like. Oh God, he smells so fucking good.’ You buried your face within the fabric as you hurriedly tossed your panties somewhere off to the side. Your fingers slid down to circle your clit, not waiting long at all before setting a quick, furious motion. You couldn’t waste any more time. You didn’t want to. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you were soaking wet anyways.

Your mind wandered immediately to what you wished you had done yesterday. You wanted to follow him back to his cabin, to watch him strip as you had done before. To watch him tug off his clothes, to see the annoyed expression on his face you saw so rarely, the one you found immensely sexy, the one that made you want to knock on his door and beg him to face-fuck you. You pictured your mouth taking his cock as deep as it could go, your nose pressed against his skin, his hand in your hair pulling you as far as you could go. ‘Would it be like this?’ It felt almost overwhelming already. You dipped your fingers a bit into your entrance, slicking them up before continuing to rub at your clit. The electric jolts of pleasure made your breathing erratic. You almost wanted to slow down, to keep your gasping to a minimum, so you wouldn’t waste any breath through your mouth.

“Nagito…” You mumbled into the fabric. You had enough practice to keep it down. “Nagito, Nagito, Nagito,” You chanted, again and again. You had figured you could keep your obsession at bay with each item you collected, but instead, it only grew by the day. It didn’t help that Kazuichi had been right- you sunk your claws into any time Nagito had. You’d hoped, at first, that some side of him you wouldn’t like would reveal itself. The more time you spent with him, however, the more you liked him- including the bits that the others on the island, the others that had once been in his lonely life, had been uncomfortable with. Your hole was beginning to ache with a need to be filled. You slipped your fingers inside yourself, muffling your whimpers with his underwear.

You pictured his own bony hands filling you on the same stupid beanbags in the library where you’d gotten him to compare hands with you. His cold fingers extended way past where yours went. It had taken all of your willpower not to lace yours within his, not to beg to warm his up, not to press them against your chest and ask him to feel how hard your heart was beating-

There was a knock at the cabin door.

You groaned again, though now out of frustration. You didn’t even bother moving from the bed.

“Who is it?” You called out.

“Um, it’s Komaeda, I just-” He didn’t have time to finish before you were a flurry of clothes and excitement unlocking your door.

“Komaeda-kun,” You smiled, opening up to see him. He seemed surprised. You didn’t know why. “What’s up?”

“Oh. Hello.” He blinked blankly. He shook his head and recovered. “I just… I wanted to apologize for what you heard earlier…” He scrutinized your face. You felt self-concious all at once. ‘Do I have something on me? Should I be wearing more makeup?’ “...are you alright?”

“What?”

“You’re flushed.” He said. “You look rather warm. I haven’t really seen you all day, are you coming down with a fever?”

“Will you check?” You blurted, before you could stop yourself. Luckily, he didn’t seem to think much of it. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. His hand was a cool relief against your heated skin. You leaned into his touch. His hand moved from your forehead to your cheek, your neck-

“You feel warm.” He frowned. “Were you exercising by any chance?” His eyes glanced back around your room. You had gotten so caught up in his touch and worry you’d forgotten about the sight you’d left the place. It was too late by the time you watched his eyes do a double take on something. Fear clenched your gut all at once, sucking any happiness out immediately.

“I can explain!” You half-shouted, head whipping around. Though it was mostly obscured in a mess of blankets and pillows, you could see the pair of boxers peeking out from underneath it all. “I-”

“I don’t think you need to explain.” He laughed. Your head whipped just as fast back around, more than confused. “The state of your room is none of my business.” You blinked. ‘Did he… not see?’ You glanced back at your room, now sure that he hadn’t seen what you were worried about. Your gaze landed on your pair of panties, thrown haphazardly on the ground.

‘Crap.’

“...unless you need help?”

“What?” You blinked at him. ‘’Help’? Is he able to tell? Surely he’s not offering-’

“If you ever need help tidying your room while you’re sick, I would be more than happy to assist you.” He cocked his head. “You can tell me if you want me to leave while you don’t feel well, though. You seem to be spacing out.” You couldn’t for the life of you figure out if you were imagining the slight smile playing at the edges of his lips. You swallowed. It wasn’t a good idea to think about his lips too hard while he was right here.

Your rational thought was occupied thinking about Nagito’s soft looking lips. Your voice and impulses jumped at their chance.

“Actually, I could use your help with something. Do you wanna come in for a moment?”

The look on Nagito’s face made you more sure that he did know what you had been doing, and he really was teasing you. The thought alone made you clench your thighs as subtly as you could manage. It was clear he hadn’t actually expected to be invited inside.

“Um, of course.” He swallowed hard. You watched his prominent Adam’s apple bob. You pictured sinking your teeth into it, taking a bite. You stepped back into the room to let him in. You knew he wouldn’t deny you. You knew he wouldn’t ever deny you. He took a tentative step in the room. He’d been in here before, but they were quick visits, to pick up or drop off stuff for collections. Never as your company. You hoped he could feel the tension in the air, too, as you shut the door behind you. He toed off his shoes. You watched his long, gangly legs move ungracefully as he did so. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You resisted the urge to laugh at the sight of your deep infatuation in zipper shoes. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. You wanted him so badly.

“What is it that you need?” He asked. He seemed to have put away any illicit ideas. He looked completely innocent. Curious, even. Like a child seeing a butterfly for the first time. You stared at him for a long moment. His calm demeanor cracked and faltered. He picked at his cuticles absent-mindedly, a nervous tic you’d seen many, many times.

You broke the silence suddenly. “Could you help me change my fitted sheet?”

“Of course.” He fell back into ease at once. He had always been good at recovering from sudden changes. “I have trouble with mine as well. I don’t look forward to changing it. Where do you keep your-”

“Over there.” You pointed at your closet, behind him. “At the very top. Would you mind grabbing them for me? I can’t reach without standing on a chair.” He chuckled softly.

“Yes, I can picture that.” He turned and walked towards it. At once, you dove to scoop up the two pairs of underwear lying about your room, throwing them under the bed in a panic. You were just barely ready when Nagito turned back around with an unopened package of sheets.

“Thank you.” You beamed.

“It’s my pleasure.” He glanced at the bed. He was standing right next to where his underwear had been. “Should I take them off?”

“What?” ‘Yes. Whatever it is, yes.’

“Your sheets and pillows. What should I do with them?” He looked at you, that wide-eyed, patient look just like earlier. The absurdity of the situation hit you. You hadn’t expected that the activity you’d coerced Nagito into doing with you involving a bed was making it.

“You can just throw them on the floor.” You tossed some in suit. He followed along. A companiable silence followed. Your mouth felt dry. Doing something so comfortably with Nagito was more than nice, it was almost domestic. You worked easily together. Your mind swirled with fantasies of doing this every morning, of waking up next to him, of going to bed with him-

Nagito was looking at you expectantly again. You had missed what he was saying again.

“What?”

“I was just saying that I’m glad we’re making this comfortable for you- I think you should lie back down. I can bring you dinner and fluff your pillows if you’d like.” He smiled at you, a little too wide now. Another one of Nagito’s bad habits you adored- being subtle only when it could have made things more awkward.

“As long as you make sure to fan me with a palm leaf. I’d like my grapes peeled.”

He leaned across the bed towards you easily, tall as he was, propping himself up with a hand on the mattress. “And should I hand-feed them to you?”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek. His expression sparkled with humor. You wanted to feel those fingertips on your lips. You wanted that devotion he was just joking about. The moment lingered too long, even for him. He cleared his throat and backed up. It felt like a part of you had been ripped away.

You had finished pulling the comforter up. You started piling the pillows back onto the bed. Nagito seemed to be looking for something.

“Where’s the- ah, there it is.” Nagito dropped to his knees. Your attention was diverted at once. You were thankful it was when he began to peek under the bed. Fear spiked through your chest. You scrambled over the bed.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You cried. He popped up as you flew across, catching your foot in the sheets and then his shoulder in your hand- it was the last thing you saw before you were tumbling painfully forward and off the bed.

When you opened your eyes, you were on top of Nagito. You were so relieved he hadn’t looked for long you didn’t process this properly for a moment, but only for a moment. When you properly came to, you had to take in being pressed chest-to-chest on him on the floor. You pushed yourself up, slowly. One of your legs was between his. Your body hurt from the fall, but you paid that no mind.

He was more gorgeous underneath you than your blurry mental images could conjure. His hair splayed out playfully across your floor, intimately disheveled. His legs felt thin and bony against yours, but they were against yours. His mouth hung open, slightly agape, a pretty little o-shape. You watched him flush almost in real time.

“Is your head okay?” You finally managed. You could hear the waver in your voice, but couldn’t stop it. It was all too much. You wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“It- it will be-”

“Good, good,” You nodded, and then you were kissing him.

Maybe it was selfish, cupping his face like you did, trying to get a hold of everything you could in that moment. You were sure every ounce of desperation you felt went into that kiss. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tried your best to commit every detail to memory- the soft skin of his cheek underneath your hand, the smell of the soap that was familiar to you now, the sound of his jacket rustling underneath you- but instead, a bright, burning need took you over. One day, perhaps, you would stop underestimating the effect Nagito had on you, but today would not be that day.

So you continued kissing him, delighting in the fact that though clearly still confused, he was kissing you back. The most sadistic part of you (which often seemed to exist in perfect harmony with your undeniable obession) was particularly happy with the position. ‘He can’t pull away like this. He won’t push me back. If there’s any part of him that wants me- he can’t deny it now.’

You pressed another kiss- then another, and another- to Nagito’s lips. A small, creaky noise came from Nagito’s throat. Your heart lept. It seemed his hesitation wasn’t from disliking it. He simply didn’t know what to do. You moved your hand from his cheek and slid it down his arm, finding his hand. You grabbed it and pulled it to your waist at once. ‘You can touch me, you can do anything.’ His grip tightened on it at once. His own kisses came faster, less afraid. ‘Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes-’

You began to swipe your tongue gently across his lips. He opened his mouth tentatively. When you hummed a quiet noise of approval, the hesitation disappeared, replaced with marked eagerness. When your tongue met his, a shudder went through your body. He moved his against you, slipping it into your mouth in kind, excitedly and sloppily. His arms looped around the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Electricity buzzed along all of your nerves, your hair could have been standing on end and you wouldn’t have been surprised.

His deep, uneven breaths were a gorgeous tune. He was beginning to squirm a bit under you, a wiggle of his hips here, a move of the hand there. You, however, were sliding your hands all over his body quickly, groping and touching at anything you could reach. You dipped them just under the hem of his shirt, not wasting any time in tracing the prominent hip bone you found above his low rise jeans.

“Ah!” He gasped against your mouth. Your eyes flew open and met his. You scanned his face quickly, trying to assess the situation. But the heat, the desperation in his eyes- you knew that couldn’t have been born from a couple of stolen kisses.

The final dam broke.

“God, Nagito-kun,” You kissed quickly down his chin and to his throat. He bared such a vulnerable part of himself to you so easily, so deliciously, and shivered with each light peck. He was clearly sensitive to touch in general. “You- I want-” You fumbled with your words before deciding they would do you no good. With no warning, you ducked down and began to suck harshly at a spot on his neck.

You knew Nagito was a masochist. Even if you’d never heard his self-flagellation, the way he threw himself into situations that continuously upped the ante at times that would have otherwise been peaceful (you still refused to speak of the Watermelon Incident) made it clear that even subconciously, he was careless with himself. Hearing about his luck made him a ‘bit of pleasure with the pain’ type by trade.

But nothing prepared you for the noise he made as you marked him painfully.

“Mmnnah!” He cried out, limbs all clenching around whatever part of you they were nearest. “Ohh…” He pressed himself further against your mouth. How could you hope to deny him? You nuzzled deeper, sucked harder, anything to draw more of those beautiful sounds out of him. You moved down to the junction between his shoulder and neck and simply bit down, gently, then harder and harder-

“Yes, yes, oh!” He whined. “Mark me, use me as yours-”

“Does that feel good, baby?” You murmured against his skin. The vibrations of your own voice so closed against him tickled your lips. You skimmed your fingers across the skin of his stomach, up to his chest. His back arched into your touch. “You want more?”

“M- More?” He repeated, like the word was foreign to him. If you hadn’t been so intent on sucking another already deeply-colored, blossoming mark onto him, you might have backed up to see those wide eyes. You absent-mindedly had begun to buck your hips against his leg. You were getting so wet you could start to feel it between your thighs- of course, now it was also on Nagito’s thigh. Grinding against him, even like this, was heaven. The denim was rough against your sensitive skin but you couldn’t stop.

You moved your mouth around closer to the front of his throat, a spot that would have been completely visible. You teased him with a couple of light, feathery kisses before beginning to mark him once more. He hissed out his approval. “More,” You repeated, finally pushing yourseslf back off of him. You didn’t give him a moment to catch his breath before dragging and turning his skinny frame so you were both lying parallel to the bed. You didn’t have enough space for what you were planning before. He yelped out as you manhandled him into the right position, but he didn’t seem to mind- in fact, quite the opposite. He was looking at you a bit in awe. However, it really was no feat, Nagito was light putting it generously, and you were propelled by adrenaline.

You didn’t bother acknowledging this. Instead, you shoved the bottom of his shirt all te way up to his neck, completely exposing his torso. Despite having exposed it many times on the tropical island, Nagito squeaked and tried to curl up and hide hismelf a bit, and you still looked at him like it was the first time. His body was pallid and scrawny and littered with scars and burns here and there. Though, it was still rather unassuming. But the skin and the bones barely covered by it held the heart of the devoted, enthralling, blushing boy that you loved. You licked a stripe up right in the middle of his chest with a moan simply to taste his skin. You cherished the barely-there flavor of it, the warmth under your mouth.

You led a trail of open mouthed kisses down from just between the top of his ribs down to right above the top of his pants. You let out a shaky breath as you came face to face with the button on his fly. You could just barely see the bulge in his pants. ‘I guess I’ll have to help him along.’ You nuzzled your face against it lovingly, breathing in his musk. The smell was definitely more intense- and you loved it. Nagito’s hips jumped. He scrambled up a bit from the floor, sitting up and propping himself up with his elbows behind him. He looked at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t want me to?” You palmed your hand against him. He whimpered at the touch.

“I- I do-”

“I know.” With that, you reached for his button and zipper and undid them, pulling his pants off as quickly as you could. Nagito squawked and fumbled clumsily to help you, but you had it. You tossed his jeans aside, his wallet chain clinking against your hardwood floor. Now he was laid before you in just his underwear and shirt. He looked innocent, delicate even.

“You’re so cute.” You giggled, settling yourself between his legs. “I could just devour you.”

“Wait, wait!” He covered himself with his hand. “I- I should be the one to- to do this to you- I can’t imagine an Ultimate-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” You huffed, rolling your eyes. ‘What, you’d let any of them do this to you? …I don’t wanna think about that. ’

“Alright… but, still, I, uh, I-” He stammered as you tugged at his underwear impatiently. “I should warn you-” His face was flaming red. He looked so mortified he was going to die. “I’m less than… impressive? I didn’t expect…” He didn’t seem to know how to finish that sentence.

You snorted. “Is that what you’re worried about?” You didn’t give him the opportunity to hesitate anymore. You pushed aside his hands and pulled off his boxers. You licked your lips in eagerness for the prize that awaited you underneath. “Aww, look at you!” You gushed, finally getting your awaited eyeful.

Nagito’s cock stood out just a few inches from his body. The small shaft was nestled in sparse, curly, white hair and atop a soft-looking sac. “Mmm, is this a part of your complexes?” You wondered aloud. He seemed too overwhelmed to speak. His creamy, white thighs were trembling around you. You pressed a gentle kiss to one, which only made the shaking worse. He was panting just looking at you between his thighs. You grinned up at him. “I haven’t even done anything yet. Are you this excited? You’re just a cute, little virgin aren’t you?” Your laughter was tinged with cruelty, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was so vulnerable and pathetic, spread out on your floor, looking like he was going to blow his load from just the way you were talking to him. You’d lick his wounds if need be.

When you wrapped your hand around him (the pink head of his cock barely poking out from above your fist), he breathed a whiny little keen. He didn’t stop making noises as you worked him slowly, stretching his foreskin back and forth over the head, which you watched, enraptured.

“Ultimate Lucky Student, huh?” You murmured. “Did they not take this into consideration?”

“I-“

With one swift motion, you opened your mouth and took him in completely. With an obscene moan, Nagito melted back into the floorboards. You could fit the entirety of his length down your throat comfortably, which you did for a long moment, savoring his taste and scent. You’d imagined it for what felt like so long, but the real experience was unimaginable. His hair tickled your nose and he filled you just the perfect amount and any thought except for sucking Nagito’s dick and having him lose himself in the pleasure.

“Oh… yes… God, yes…” Nagito cried out. It snapped you out of your daze enough for you to begin bobbing your head. You moved quickly, and with no extra length left ignored by your mouth, your other hands were free to rub along his thighs and grope his ass. Your legs rubbed together continuously, but even the burning feeling of want inside of you was left ignored.

You sucked your cheeks together so he would rub along them. You laved your tongue around him, trying to swallow up what was leaking from his dripping cock. You were quite literally drooling around him. When you lifted your head to catch your breath, strings of saliva remained attached between the two of you. The rapid pace and sloppiness of it all made the telling, indecent noises that came from a blowjob. But you didn’t care who might have heard. In fact, you wanted them to hear- you hoped everybody would hear what you were doing to Nagito, how he was reacting to it all. You hummed in your own pleasure and moaned around him. You wondered if he could feel how much you enjoyed it. He certainly would later.

“So good, so-” Nagito’s head tossed to and fro as he attempted to keep up with the sensations. “Ahh, ohh,” His legs squirmed and his hands gripped hard onto your shoulders. He seemed to avoid your hair, and the jerks of his hips that you knew were involuntary were halted midway through. ‘Still denying yourself, Nagito-kun?’ You decided to give him a bit of help. You reached and pulled his hands into your hair, one by one. When he finally gave a tug- experimental or accidental, you couldn’t tell- you hummed in approval. Slowly but surely, he became comfortable with the position. Or at least, lost enough control to stop himself.

“Mmnnhhhplease,” He was beginning to slur his words. You could tell he was about to finish. You were surprised he’d lasted the few minutes he had. You moved even faster. His moans got higher and higher, louder and louder. Finally, one of his hands left your hair. You peeked up curiously, doing your best not to stop or slow. He had placed his forearm over his eyes, a giant grin on his face. ‘He’s beautiful.’ You thought dreamily. You pushed through the soreness in your neck and back and continued on.

The hand still in your hand tensed, his hips stiffened, and there was a certain alarm in his jumbled words- but only for a moment before his cum flooded your mouth. You swallowed it down gratefully, reveling in the slightly-there salty flavor. As he finished, his moans became breathy laughter, and he was a vision that couldn’t even open or uncover his eyes, or do anything other than laugh.

You didn’t release him from your mouth until you could feel him getting softer and Nagito had begun to quiet down. Finally, you raised your head, making sure to suck any remaining cum up off his cock. He squeaked at the extra suction.

Nagito was huffing out tired breaths, his chest still heaving. He’d finally moved his arm. He was looking down at you, but he still seemed bewildered.

“You… could have spit it out. I wouldn’t have been offended. In fact, this was much more than I could-”

“Get on the bed.” You ordered, standing up. He blinked up at you. You offered him your hand. He took it and you pulled him up, only to push him back down onto the bed and climb back on top of him to straddle him. His eyes widened. One thing was clear: you weren’t done with him.

One hand reached down to stroke his cock again. You watched his expression carefully. His eyes rolled up and he bit his lip to hold back a squeak.

“I- I can’t- I’m sorry- it won’t- ah, ah, ohhhh-” His body was shaking. His cock twitched pathetically, but didn’t seem to be filling. Still, you beamed.

“That’s alright, I’ll help you out with that later. We can have fun other ways.” You let go of him and got up on your knees to pull up your skirt. Underneath was your pantiless pussy, which had slickened your inner thighs with a visible, shiny sheen. You bared yourself for his viewing pleasure. Nagito swallowed hard at the sight.

“Did I… am I… did I make you that w- wet?” His mouth stammered on the last word, unused to saying it or speaking like that.

You smiled lovingly at him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb along it. “Mhm. Do you like it?” He nodded quickly, frantically.

“Yes. Yes, yes, you’re incredibly beautiful.” He breathed, trying to sit up and get nearer. Despite it all, you felt yourself begin to blush. You scooted forward a bit, so your knees were on either side of his chest. Nagito was enraptured, not taking his eyes off of your bottom half. The look on his face was greedy, but it was clear he couldn’t name what for.

“Do you wanna kiss it?” You murmured. He looked up at you, as if to ask ‘really?’. “Go on.” Nagito sat up as much as he could, lids lowered and singularly focused. You pulled his head forward. You angled your hips so his expectant, open lips and slightly extended tongue made contact with your inner lips.

All your muscles relaxed. You sighed out in contentment, carding your fingers through his messy locks. His tongue was soft and hot against your sensitive flesh. He moved his mouth slowly as he really did press a long, lingering kiss to it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your clit. The electric feeling that went through you felt hot enough to burn. You realized he was looking up at you for guidance, mouth still pressed against you. The sight alone made you shudder with delight.

“Keep going.” You whispered. He obliged at once, dipping his tongue once more between your folds, licking up the length of them. You groaned, head falling back and hips rolling gently against his face. Nagito kept going, the sound of his sloppy, almost-kisses echoing through the room. Your mind began to blank once more as he explored you, repeating motions that made you moan particularly loudly until your legs felt wobbly. You propped yourself up with a hand on your headboard, bowing your back to watch him.

He tentatively rested his hand on your thigh, steadying himself so he could press his mouth closer and deeper. You realized that he must have been straining himself. You moved forward so that you were right above his face. You found that he looked quite at home underneath you with the pleading expression he was giving you. However, you remembered something as you took the sight of him in.

“Oh, that’s right! Lemme just-” You got off the bed and Nagito’s face, turning around off of him so you wouldn’t potentially hurt a hair on his head. You straddled him once more, but now you were facing towards his cock. Before you began to stroke his half-hard cock, you pressed yourself down onto his mouth, muffling his cries. His noises vibrated through you, a feeling that made you squeal and clench your thighs around him. Incidentally, your grip tightened around Nagito. His back bowed in front of you, and there was a steady vibration at his continuous whines.

“Good boy,” You panted, rocking your hips against his open mouth. “Good boy, good boy-” The excitement of the day was quickly catching up to you. After all this time waiting, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop from grinding quickly against Nagito’s tongue, his cock still in your unmoving hand. He was still doing his best to be obedient, laying it flat for you to use when it was clear he couldn’t keep up. Your free hand tore at your shirt, popping a button off or two in your haste to clumsily remove it alongside your bra. Your voice quickly grew louder and louder, and the ramshackle bed shook with your movements.

“Nagito, Nagito, Nagito,” You chanted his name like a prayer. Your eyes rolled back. You alternated between pinching and pulling at your nipples and running your hands down his stomach and hips, giving his cock the occasional stroke to coax it up once more. “Nagito!” Your hips didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, as you came. You dug your fingers into his sides, where your nails would surely leave marks. Your legs hugged either side of his face and body, and you ground down against his tongue through it. When you stopped moving, he licked at you slowly, ending at your entrance and circling around it.

“You keep that up and you’re gonna end up distracting me from the main event!” You palmed his cock, your hand easily enveloping it. You teased the head of it with your fingertips, making him mewl underneath you. You finally lifted yourself off of his face. His chest rose and fell harshly. You could feel his gasps, hot against your skin. You didn’t think you could ever get tired of watching his reaction. You moved to a spot next to him on the bed so you could see all of him once more.

“And here I thought you couldn’t go again.” You teased, running one fingertip from underside of tip to base. He looked alarmed. Or, as alarmed a clearly exhausted man could look.

He sat up slowly, like an old man with aging bones, but it was only his muscles that were weak. “I- I’m sorry- but I don’t think my pathetic body can-”

“You’re right, you look like you can barely stand.” You hummed pensively. Your hand did not stop its movement. Nagito’s sweaty forehead came to rest on your bare shoulder with a defeated, weak sort of noise. You were afraid he’d be able to hear the butterflies in your stomach swarming about. “So I’ll do all the work for you!” You beamed. You pushed him back into the bed, making sure to be gentle. It hadn’t taken much force at all.

“You’ll- huh? Uh-”

You ignored him as you slid off the bed onto the floor by the foot. ‘His neck is bruising beautifully.’ You thought cheerily. “Come closer, honey. I promise you won’t have to move any more after that.” You beckoned him. His blush reached the tips of his ears. He nodded wordlessly, his mouth pressed into a tight, abashed line.

He didn’t meet your eye as he slid himself down towards you. He didn’t seem to understand what you were about to do- but you didn’t blame him. If you had found out at breakfast what you were planning, and more importantly, about to actually do, you would have likely collapsed. “A little more- good boy.” As his legs came down over the edge of the bed, he began to move his knees to one side so as not to hit you. You chuckled. “No, no, not like that.” You grabbed his legs and spread them open. He yelped. “That’s better.”

Your mouth watered at the sight. You knew you were just moments away from something you had wanted for so long. You wanted to savor it, to mark his thighs with your mouth, to praise him until he couldn’t take it, to draw another orgasm from him- but you just couldn’t. Despite also having just cum, your insides burned and ached to be filled worse than you had ever experienced. Your mind felt hazy. Any conscious thought left concerned just how badly you wanted Nagito inside you.

With his legs open and inviting, it was easy to get close enough to slide his cock between your lips, even while standing. Nagito choked on his spit as he accidentally attempted to speak and gasp at once. You gave him a moment to recover, but it did nothing to deter your lust.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm- mhm!” He managed through coughs. You laughed fondly at him, just a bit.

When he’d finally stopped, you asked him another question, beginning to move your hips again. Your pussy and thighs slid around him, back and forth. “Does it- Does it feel good?” It was your turn to be embarrassed. Instead of coming out sultry and commanding, your own worry leaked into your stammered words. However, if Nagito noticed, he did an incredibly impressive job at pretending he didn’t.

He nodded frantically. His eyes were shut tight. “Uh-huh, yes, yes, it feels- you feel-” As he spoke, you continued to move your hips forward, and forward until- “Oh! Oh-” His cock slipped into your eager body. You didn’t stop, pushing yourself forward until you had taken all of him, and the front of both of your hips were pressed together. You watched him disappear inside of you.

You laid your hand down on his stomach delicately, half-afraid he would disappear beneath your fingertips. Your eyes finally flickered up his body and to his face. He looked up at you through lowered lids. It startled you a bit when you realized there was something in there you didn’t recognize, something that made you feel like you were burning from the inside out.

Then he laid his hand on top of yours. Behind you, his legs wrapped around your waist.

Oh. The look in his eyes. You did know it. Something he’d kept guarded and hidden from you this whole trip- despite how often you looked, despite how much you thought you knew him- desire.

The last bit of your restraint snapped.

You gripped him by the waist hard and ground yourself against him in frantic, long strokes, rubbing your swollen clit against him as best as you could. You squeezed unconsciously around him with each motion. “Hah… haha…” You laughed breathlessly. “Do you want me to fuck you, Nagito-kun?”

“Yes- yes!” He moaned, back arching against the bed at the thought alone. “P- please-”

“Shh… I told you already, you don’t have to move a muscle.” You purred before rolling your hips back and forth against him. His legs and ass felt silky soft around you. You grabbed one of his thighs to help anchor your movement. You adjusted once more, and then-

He cried out as you slammed against him. You might have made a noise just like that, but you didn’t notice. Your mind focused singularly on his, it screamed at you to make him make it again, to make him scream. You slammed against him again, and again, and again- his legs tightened around you as he filled you. His noises bounced with your eager, unrelenting pace.

“God, I love this cute little cock of yours.” You gushed. Nagito made a sort of moan that was half-embarassment, half-pleasure, and half-exhausted. “Is that mean to say? To call it cute? And little? Well, that’s alright, I love it either way.” You babbled. “You feel so good inside of me, so good, so good- What was that?” You leaned down a bit to listen to the words he was trying to slur together, not bothering to stop however.

“Faster… please…” He managed. Your face lit up.

“Even faster?” You didn’t wait another second before pushing his legs up and clambering back onto the bed with him. His legs tightened close, seemingly reflexively. You giggled at the cute display. You got on you knees, one on either side of his legs. He grabbed onto his legs, keeping them up and spread for you. You smirked down at him. “There you go, baby. Just like that.”

“Aha… I didn’t even realize what I was doing…” He deflected, as always.

“Then it must come naturally.” You continued to lay the praises on him, as always. Now you could lean over to kiss him easily, and you took full advantage of it. Nagito’s mouth was cold from lying open-mouthed, panting. You reveled in it, knowing it was the payoff of your work. You reached blindly for his cock, stroking it, feeling how wet you’d made it. Nagito’s approval was muffled in your mouth as you played with the tip of his dick. You wanted to drown in his noises. Finally, when it got to be too much, you pulled away from his lips. He sought you out, trying to lean up for you until you pushed him back down. “It’s alright. I told you, I’ve got this.”

“Okay, okay, oh, God, just… please, fuck me-” His mouth, now uncovered, continued to plead. You gave him what he wanted. You pulled his cock back into you and picked back up at once. “Yesss…” A smile melted onto his face once more. His eyebrows furrowed together and he gripped onto the sheets on either side of him.

You moved faster, the bed’s headboard hitting the wall. This was certainly audible to those that happened to walk past your cabin, much like your name, which Nagito cried out freely. Maybe it was the position, but you had never heard someone inside of you make more noise than you. He was adorable, lost and confused in the pleasurable haze. You shivered, clenched around his cock.

Soon, you realized his hips had begun to buck up, trying to speed up the pace, trying to take any bit of control- that wouldn’t do. “I told you.” You grabbed his hip on one side and used all of your weight to push it back into the mattress, fingers digging into his skin cruelly. “I’ve got this.”

“Yes, yes,” Nagito nodded frantically, and you couldn’t tell if he was agreeing with you, or just expressing how good it felt. “I- I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna cum?” You pounced on the possibility at once. “Oh God, do you wanna cum inside me, Nagito-kun?” The sloppy, lewd sounds of your skin meeting echoed through the room. “Cum inside me- oh, get me pregnant-” A laugh escaped you. It poured out like the rest of your words. Your thighs burned but you barely felt it. “Don’t you dare fucking finish yet- I’m not, ah, I’m not nearly done with you yet-” He looked up at you with furrowed brows. You could practically see the gears spinning in his head as he tried to keep up with it all. “Fuck, your cock is so cute, you’re so cute, Nagito-kun-”

“P- please, please, please,” He sobbed. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it- anything, anything-”

“If you keep talking like that,” You leaned down to talk into his ear. “I’m going to milk every last drop from you.” You punctuated your sentence with another bite on his neck. His legs tightened around your waist. His arms came to hold you tight. His voice, right by your ear whimpered, then gave out. You bounced once, twice, thrice, before sinking all the way down and burying his cock as deep as you could get it. Your orgasm rushed through you fast and violent as you felt him cum pressed against your womb. You practically screamed your release against his neck.

You committed to memory the feeling of his spent cock twitching inside of you. You held each other as your minds finally began to clear and the last spasms ran through your bodies. Eventually, Nagito stifled a yawn.

“Poor thing. All sapped of his strength.” You pecked his cheek. A tiny, sleepy smile graced his features. You finally pulled off of him with a small sigh. You slid your fingers through your slit, bringing up a mixture of his cum and your slick. The sight of it in your hands made your heart jump all over again. “C’mere.” You moved back onto the pillows. He followed shakily. You pulled the covers down and over him. “You look like you need a nap.”

“I- I suppose so-” You curled up to him eagerly, tucking yourself neatly under his chin and wrapping your arms around him. He was silent for a moment. “I… I have to be honest with you about this.” He struggled with the words. “I’ve thought about it this whole time, but uh, I don’t understand the joke.”

“...what?”

“I mean, you seemed to be enjoying yourself, so- ah, this isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy myself- in fact, it was better than I ever imagined, or ever could have imagined- I just… still don’t exactly understand… the whole… joke.” He gestured vaguely with his hands. You slowly looked up at him, not saying anything. It made him uncomfortable, as you’d intended.

“What joke-”

“I just figured that, well, after what Soda-kun had said, I figured that you two had maybe planned something? Or, er, is this your way of punishing me for the conversation earlier? I don’t know why you’d decide on this method, however-”

“Nagito, I’m in love with you.”

His eyes darted around the room, like he was expecting someone to jump out of the woodwork.

“I don’t- I don’t… get it-”

You let go of him and opened up your bedside drawer. “I don’t know if I could get you to believe me any other way.” With no warning, you pulled out his underwear and handed it to him. He stared at them for a long moment. “You, uh. You can have them back.”

Finally, with wide eyes, he whispered, “...I knew they went missing.”

#nagito komaeda #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #komaeda nagito #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #bunnywrites #tear you apart #tear you apart (piece you together)

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rollinouttahere-writes · 8 months

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You know how I said a couple of hours ago that I didn't feel like writing for live action one piece? Yeah, um, I may have gone back on my word a little bit... Here's a drabble of Lucky interacting with Mihawk like I mentioned here

Mihawk wasn’t completely sure what to expect from the task Garp had given him. The mission was most certainly beneath him, but it was unlike the vice admiral to order around any warlord, much less send someone of his caliber to fetch a pirate without so much as a bounty.

At the very least, he wanted this miniscule chore to be mildly interesting.

Lucky for him, his hopes were not only met, but exceeded. Not because of the rookie pirate he’d been sent after. Not even entirely because of the swordsman that had the confidence to challenge him, though that was intriguing in its own right.

No, what really made this worth it was the enraged woman that was presently yelling at him for engaging in a fair duel. Truly, this was not something he saw everyday.

“And what do you mean, ‘you can’t die here, grow stronger and face me again’?! How is he supposed to do that when he’s just been cut in half?!” The woman, despite having just witnessed the fight, had the nerve to storm right up to him and get in his face.

“Lucky! Shut up and get back here!” Nami was pale as a ghost and visibly torn between tending to Zoro and stopping you from whatever it was that you believed you were accomplishing here.

Nami’s pleas fell on deaf ears, as you were too worked up to even acknowledge her. Rather than that, you took a step closer to Mihawk and poked his chest aggressively as you continued to give him a piece of your mind, “I mean seriously, look at him! How is anyone supposed to survive that, much less improve after?!”

Violent coughing forced your tirade to come to a stop, and your head snapped around to look at Zoro. His chest was heaving with each breath, sending even more blood squirting out of the wound. Nami tried to hold him down, but he propped his head up enough to look you in the eyes. His own were filled with desperation and intensity, “You need to stop.” He hacked out more blood, “I asked for this and got what I deserved, it was an honorable fight. Please… stop talking.”

Foolishly, Mihawk expected you to be moved by your comrade’s words and calm down, however bitterly. Instead, this only redirected your anger, “No, you stop talking! As soon as I’m done with this guy, you’re next!”

“Oh my, such a fearsome threat. You should be careful, lest you fall victim to her wrath as well,” every word out of Mihawk’s mouth dripped with sarcasm.

Said sarcasm did not go over your head. You whirled back around to face him, the daggers in your eyes more dangerous than Zoro’s attempt to fight moments before. Your hands shot out to grasp onto his coat, “You stay out of this! I bet you think you’re just so damn cool for this, don’t you?!”

“Why yes, I do. How kind of you to notice,” Mihawk smirked down at you, and it only grew upon seeing your eye twitch and a vein in your head throb.

You shoved off of him, because you definitely couldn’t shove him away. Your shaking hand drifted towards the urumi around your waist, “I’ll take you out myself.”

Suddenly, you were rushed by both Nami and Usopp. Each grabbing an arm and pulling you away.

“Hey, crazy idea, how about you stop talking before you end up like Zoro?” Usopp suggested frantically, looking back and forth between you and the warlord.

“Oh, no worries. I could never bring myself to punch down enough to do that,” Mihakw cut in, staring straight into your furious eyes.

“You mother fu-” the venom in your voice only served to make him grin more. Unfortunately, Nami slapped a hand over your mouth to keep you from saying more. A pity, really. This was finally getting good.

“If you don’t shut up so help me, I will knock you out myself!” Nami hissed into your ear. You didn’t calm down at all and continued screeching at Mihawk from behind her hand. Oh how he wished he could understand what was being said.

Zoro’s head fell back onto the ground with a quiet thud, and he dragged a hand down his face, “I hope this kills me.”

As much as he was anticipating facing Zoro again someday once he’s had a chance to become a truly worthy opponent, he was looking forward to seeing you again more. It’s not often that he felt so alive from something other than fighting.

#dracule mihawk #lucky break #roronoa zoro #nami #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #usopp #opla spoilers #opla

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rachaelswrites · 2 years

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Night Time Chaos

Avengers x Teen!reader

Word Count: 824

Requested By: @youre-amazing-say-it

If you feel comfortable can you avengers x teen reader where we sneak out and come back drunk and chaos ensues? If not it’s okay!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Underage drinking (let me know if I miss any)

It was rare that as an Avenger, you could have normal nights out with your friends and whenever you had a free night, you made sure to make the most of it. Your parents weren’t around in your life so the only adult supervision you had was with the Avengers and even then, they weren’t very good at being parents. They made sure you didn’t die on missions or in the tower but other then that, you had lots of freedom.

While at school, you made plans with some of your classmates to go out to a party at someone’s house across the city. It had been a while since you had a night that wasn’t filled with homework, training, or a mission so you were definitely looking forward to the night ahead of you.

~~~~~

When the time came around, you left the compound and got into your friend’s car. She was the designated driver so she would also drop you back off later. The drive was about ten minutes so you were soon able to pile out of the car with your friends and start partying.

Your friends had gotten you all drinks and you stayed in the corner, talking and getting refills whenever you needed them. Your phone had stayed in your back pocket the whole time but you could feel it vibrating constantly. You pulled it out and handed it to one of your friends, “It keeps buzzing,” you complained.

Your friend looked at it and she frowned, “Yeah cause you have ten missed called from someone named Mr. Eyepatch.”

“Oh shit,” you mumbled, handing your drink to her and taking the phone back, “I’m in trouble,” you mumbled again before dialing the number and putting the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

“Oh now you answer my calls,” the voice said.

“Well Fury in case you forgot, I don’t have anything important to do for tonight so you can’t be mad,” you said, trying hard to speak straight.

Fury, being the person he is, knew instantly you were as drunk as a horse, “Get your ass back to the compound,” he said.

“You are technically not my boss. I listen to Captain America,” you sassed. Fury was someone who you never dared to sass but you had lots of liquid courage in you, making you not think things through.”

“Oh really?” he asked, “Because last time I checked I was and I certainly can kick you out. Wanna watch me?”

“No sir,” you mumbled, getting an ounce of common sense in you, “I’ll go back now.”

Fury didn’t say goodbye before he hung up the phone. You shoved the phone into your pocket again and turned to your friend, “Can you drive me home now?”

~~~~~

The drinks had finally hit you and you were unable to walk yourself to the doors of the compound without falling and stumbling most of the way there. Once at the door, you tried your best to pull yourself together and open the door, acting as normal as possible.

Wanda was in the lounge right near the door so she was the first to see you, “Hey Y/n. How was your night?”

You nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up, “It was great.”

“Just great?” she asked, looking up from her book.

You nodded again and left the room, using the wall as your support.

“Y/n L/n!” you heard Steve yell from somewhere in the building.

“Uh oh,” you whispered.

“Uh oh is right,” Natahsa said to you, magically appearing at your side.

You jumped when you heard her voice next to you, “How’d you get there?”

Natasha cocked her head in confusion, “I was in here when you came in.”

“Oh. I didn’t see you. It’s dark in here,” you explained.

“Or it could be because you’re plastered and are completely out of it,” she said, smirking.

You winced, “Is it that obvious?”

She nodded, “You better get going to Steve. I believe Fury told him about your phone call earlier.

“Oh no,” you whispered again, making your way to where Steve was.

~~~~~

“You can’t just talk to people like that Y/n,” Steve said, continuing his five minute lecture. He hadn’t even let you say anything yet so you just stood there in front of him, not taking in anything he said, except that it was long and boring, “Are you listening to me right now?”

“Of course I am,” you said, looking up at him.

“Then what did I just say?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You said that cans are people like Y/n and that I can’t be one,” you said, trying to use context clues to figure out what he said.

Steve groaned and buried his face in his hands, “You’re too drunk for this aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” you said sheepishly.

“Just go then. I’ll deal with this in the morning.”

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#x teen!reader #avengers x y/n #avengers x teen!reader #the avengers #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic

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coff33notforme · 2 years

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Helluu here to make a slasher request because I’m currently fixated on them also-

Anyways my fav is ghostface so can I have a headcannon of ghostie with a reader who just, like, refuses to die? As in they always find a way to escape or fight him off, they will not go down easy.

Also I’m a sucker for danny johnson’s ghostface so if you can write for him that would be great. Pretty please :) And thank you :) Alright bye :)

A/n: Been a hot second since I posted. Thank you so much for requesting. I love Danny Johnson so much

Tw: Cursing, Mention of injuries, Knifes, Danny being an asshole

Gn Reader

What. The. Fuck

That’s his genuine first reaction when you manage to sucker punch him into your sink as you clumsily scamper away from him as he watches you in awe of what had just happened

Obviously he hadn’t given up on chasing you, he wouldn’t stop without a fight, but neither would you

He hadn’t even scared you

Sure you don’t necessarily want to be stabbed by him but your not afraid of putting up a fight

There was a point he really thought he had you

Your leg had a gash sliced through your calf limping pathetically you made your way outside

Hoping you could make it over to your neighbors house to call the police, as you ran Danny jumped out swiping at you with his blade

In an attempt to avoid getting slashed you quickly jumped back evading the knife

As you lost your balance form the sudden action you stumbled back as you were plunged into the pool

Danny grinned taking the opportunity to try and keep you under the water, it seemed the easiest way to keep you down

Well that's what Danny thought

That was until you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down with you deeper into the water you kicked him down under the water as you swam up to the top hastily dragging yourself over to your neighbors

He had to admit he was beginning to like you

It had become almost weekly routine he would break in attempting to kill you and you would kick his ass managing to scamper away

He was somewhat sadistic in a way teasing you with the blade in hand, he liked to play with his victims

But you never seemed to flatter

Eventually he didn’t really pose as a threat since you could absolutely beat him up and you knew every single trick he could pull

And honestly you began to kind of enjoy his visit well once he gave up on trying to kill you that is

You sat on your kitchen island, book in hand and coffee in the other. One might say coffee at 1:30 wasn’t a good idea in the slightest. But those were people who had intentions of sleeping.

You however, happened to be expecting some uninvited company. It was most certainly better to stay awake than to let him catch you off guard.

Almost on cue a muffled crash could be heard from your downstairs as well as the soft cursing from the black cloaked man. You smiled as you heard the heavy thudding of footsteps trailing up the staircase as the door was slammed open. Your smile flattered as you cringed at the sound.

“Did you really have to slam the door?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the clad man.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t if I didn’t trip over your fucking plant.” he growled hastily swiping away at the dirt covering his cloak. You snickered.

“It’s not fucking funny.” he hissed roughly dragging the stool across from you out from under the table.

You grinned, propping your chin up with your arm. “Really? I think it is”

“You know I could slice your stomach open right now if I wanted to” he taunted waving his knife around.

“You know I’ll kick your ass.” you retorted back to him. Your remark was met with silence from the ghost masked man in front of you.

You stretched your arms yawning.

“Well this has been nice but I still have to work tomorrow.” he states as you push yourself from the island.

“See you tomorrow.” you smile waving at the masked man as he slips out the patio door.

“Yeah, see you.” he murmured. However he knew he’d be paying you another visit later tonight. And maybe this time he’d get you.

Gonna be posting more after this

#danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dbd x reader #ghostface x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #slashers x reader #slasher oneshot #slasher headcanons

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a/n: you made it through the character and magic guides, the wiki page and even the reddit post and i hope you had fun doing it! my goal was to make the first few things feel like you were an actual player for seraphim even if it is a bs otome game for a genshin fanfic while also getting the exposition dump out of the way so it doesn’t bog down the actually written chapters. so while you don’t have to read it all, it certainly helps add to the experience i think!

TAGLIST (ask to be added or removed): @etherisy

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prologue; fuck hard mode masterlist | next chapter

“You’re combing too hard,” you tell the maid tersely.

The maid smiles but there is an unmistakable mirth in her eyes at your pain, “I’ve been with my lady for years now,” she coos, voice sickeningly sweet. “I know how you like your hair to be combed best.”

So [First] tolerated this too?

Even when this world was nothing but an amusing game for you to pass the time, when trinkets of information like this appeared in Hard Mode it always amazed you. [First] was a cruel antagonist and yet she’d easily tolerate the mistreatment of her father’s duchy in the same breath. But you can’t bring yourself to sneer at her; not then and especially not now. “Yes, well people can change,” you shoot the maid a sharp look in the mirror. “Comb my hair gently. If you still need critiques, I’ll be happy to demonstrate your performance. Take a seat here, I’ll comb your hair and show you as an example.”

“T-that isn’t necessary at all, my lady! I’ll comb in a manner you find more enjoyable,” the maid stammers and you hum in satisfaction.

The hell was wrong with the sadists that made this game, you fumed. Fucking sexists. Scaramouche gets a tragic backstory and gets to live in Normal Mode because he’s a pretty boy but [First] has to die in all the endings?!

Or be miserable, another part of yourself reminds you and you can barely hold back a grimace.

[First]’s marriage to Diluc when the player chooses a Secret Love Interest isn’t anything close to a happy ending.

You close your eyes and hold back a sigh. When you proudly declared on twitter that you would be trying to finally beat Seraphim’s Hard Mode, this isn’t what you meant. But apparently the gods of the Isekai genre and the reckless driver that hit you with their car had other ideas.

When you open your eyes, it isn’t your face that stares back at you.

Of course it was the Villainess.

It’s never the main character. You’re no Lumine.

It’s rarely a side character. You’re definitely no Raeliana.

It’s always, always the Villainess. I salute thee, otome isekai protagonists of anime and manhwas past.

You closed your eyes again.

“You must be excited to see Lord Ragnvindr at the luncheon today, my lady,” the maid pulls you out of your silent resignation and you feel your anger flaring all over again.

“Oh yes, I certainly am, he’s my beloved after all,” you offer what you hope is the face of a woman in love. Your maid gasps as if she just saw the devil incarnate instead. Fuck him, this is all his fault. No I’m not being irrationally mad at the wrong person.

Who cared if Diluc used to be your favorite love interest when you were just a teen on her first playthrough of a new and popular otome game, Seraphim. He definitely kick started your love for long-haired anime men and his princely vows of eternal love to Lumine made your eyes water when you watched the cutscene.

Yes, he did all those things but only after he publicly humiliated his fiancée by dumping her in front of all of high society. Diluc then killing [First] after she justifiably freaked out was just the icing on the cake.

When you began your first attempt at Hard Mode, your heart went out for the lonely little girl who only wanted to be loved but only received scorn in return. You wanted her to reach a happy ending with even just one of the characters in the version of the game that took place before Lumine appeared on the scene.

But this is my life now, you open your eyes once more and take in what you can see of the room’s reflection in the mirror.

A large and spacious bedroom, cluttered with potted plant after potted plant. Monsteras, philodendrons, succulents were among the various plants to grace this space. This room was [First]’s heaven on Earth in the duchy. She tended to each plant daily, lovingly imaging the day she could leave the wretched estate behind for a life with the one she fell in love with all those years prior.

But this is my life now, you reaffirm. And like hell am I gonna go begging for crumbs if I’m stuck here.

You deserve better than that.

[First] deserved better than that.

Fuck Hard Mode.

If this was your life now, there was no way you were going to play by the rules.

If no one wanted [First] around then fine.

You will happily leave.

next chapter; the luncheon masterlist | next chapter

#look she's writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #alhaitham x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #candace x reader #zhongli x reader #baizhu x reader

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1moreff-creator · 8 months

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Firstly, as always, good luck with the David video Secondly however, I would like to know your thoughts on the hidden text that can be seen when you inspect the about page on the DRDT Tumblr. I saw it on a Youtube community post and I honestly thought it was fake for a while because no one said where it could be seen, and I only now found out that it's in the about page. I have seen literally no one on Tumblr analyze it so I wanted to know your thoughts on it. Thank you !

Hey! Thanks for the usual well wishes! I’ve edited comfortably past the halfway point of the script by now, so hopefully my suffering will end soon! It only took… like an hour and a bit to get to the halfway point! Haha… ha…

Anyways, About page text. Yeah, it’s a weird one, there’s a reason there’s not much discussion around it. It’s hard to point down exactly what it means, but I do have some things to say about it. I was actually already thinking of making a post about it, so this is a good excuse :v

Anyways, a fair bit of my interpretation come from a lot of other posts around Tumblr, but there are a few things I want to bring to the table, especially regarding the mastermind’s feelings towards the killing game and the potential connection between the DRDT mastermind and Mukuro Ikusaba. Sure, that sounds insane enough for my average post.

CW: Murder, mentions of starving

So here’s the About page text for the uninitiated:

“You don’t understand, do you? I used to be like you. I barely remember, but I used to be like you. I cared so much about people, I cried everytime someone was hurt. I suffered for a long time stuck in here caring about people." "I know what you’re going through. You’re going to hold on as long as you have, with hope that you can make it out of here with everyone. Then you’re going to despair. That lasts a while, too." "Then you’ll get bored. Like me." "And you’ll wish you were still suffering. Anything else is better than boredom." "I wish I could feel something, anything else, other than being bored. I’m stuck in here for eternity, and I know everything that could possibly happen. I know how everyone reacts to a murder, what makes people turn to despair, what fills people with hope and make them survive until we all run out of food and starve to death." "I wish I could feel terrified, or afraid, or angry. But I can’t anymore. I don’t feel anything at all except boredom." "Do you understand, Teacher?" "This is why I’m letting you suffer as long as possible. Because it’s better than the alternative." "I’m sorry. I don’t envy you." "You’ll understand eventually.”

As you can see, it’s pretty weird. You got some character monologuing to some “Teacher” about hope and despair and boredom, saying they can predict what everyone’s gonna do and feel and how that makes everything boring.

This definitely makes them sound a lot like Junko, and the connection is certainly clear. They both hate boredom with a burning passion and are able to easily predict people’s actions and feelings. But there’s actually one crucial line we have to keep in mind which separates them:

“I don’t envy you.”

The character speaking doesn’t enjoy despair, they only prefer it over boredom. This separates them from Junko herself, who does explicitly enjoy despair even without factoring in her hatred for boredom. Keep this in mind, I’ll bring it up later.

But what’s most important about this character, is that they’re likely not a DRDT character, but rather the protagonist of “Forever Dead”, the book Veronika talks about in her introduction. Take a look at how she describes it (and sorry the screenshots aren’t perfect, the text flashes too quickly).

Veronika: Oh oh oh! Speaking of horror, let me tell you about the horror bookI'm currently reading! It's called Forever Dead! You see, it's about a boy stuck in a time loop and forced to watch his friends die for eternity. While he is horrified at first, he eventually becomes more concerned over his growing boredom in t[he face of the] terrible tragedies because he sees them over and over again. The book is written like a normal autobiography at first, but as the protagonist descends into insanity over time, the writin[g style] starts to fall apart and take on a more sinister tone. Format twists like that are so fascinating, don't you think? Honestly, I would really love to know just how it feels to be in his shoes and experience something so horrible over and over and over again. And then, my favorite scene in the book, is one time he's impaled by many metal spikes and left to slowly bleed to death while he's left c[ontemplating] his thoughts. He's forced to apologize for everything he did... while... he... um... ohh..."

“Forever Dead” (FD) is a completely fictional book, as in, it doesn’t exist in real life. You can actually tell because it isn’t censored the way the dev usually censors real things, like A****a C*****e’s name [Agatha Christie]. So if it was made up specifically for DRDT, that would imply it holds some significance.

And you can see a lot of the same ideas as in the About page text. A character who ends up becoming bored of their environment, turning to unethical acts to entertain themselves. But what’s really striking is the repeated mention of the “Teacher” in the About page text.

(Is that a Rei Mekaru reference?!)

There… really isn’t a DRDT character who would be called that. I’ve seen it related to Mai before, and while the teacher could be an allegory for Mai, it can’t literally be her. Mai is a student, and not a particularly academically gifted one at that; she’s not anyone’s teacher. The only other person who could apply is the teacher Min is implied to have had at the end of her Bonus Episode, but… like, what would that mean. Why is he important?

No, I think it makes more sense to assume this is related to Forever Dead. That would also explain why the character claims to be “stuck for all eternity” even though they know what to do to make everyone “survive until [they] all run out of food and starve.” And also because of a little theory-bordering-on-headcanon I have.

Don’t you think it’s strange how the character uses the word “Teacher”? People in the US, to my knowledge, don’t speak like that. I believe they use “Mr/Ms/Mx [Name]” or something like that. So, could this be an in-universe translation quirk? For example, if “Forever Dead” is originally Japanese, the character could actually be saying “Sensei”, which I think is more common, and is sometimes directly translated to “Teacher” even though it sounds a bit weird in English. I personally love this idea because it conjures up the frankly amusing idea of the dev making up not a book in English, but a book translated to English from Japanese just for shits and giggles.

Anyways, rambling aside, the point stands. I think this is a (fictional) quote from (the fictional book) “Forever Dead.” So what does it mean for DRDT?

Well, seeing as it’s literally in the About page, it’s likely closely linked to the very nature of the killing game, right? It makes sense to assume we’re meant to relate the mastermind to this quote. The attitude is mastermind-y, the actions are mastermind-y, the context is mastermind-y, we’re calling mastermind.

But wait. Since this Forever Dead protagonist constantly speaks of boredom, doesn’t that instantly relate them to Veronika?

Well, yes.

…

But… it’s Veronika. It would honestly be weirder if something related to the mastermind doesn’t link back to her. She’s the biggest mastermind bait I’ve ever seen, and unless she has an early reveal, I don’t quite see her as the mm (I’ll just start shortening it).

Other theories have also connected it to Whit’s intuition. I find these interesting, and about as plausible as any other good mastermind theory. However, since the “boredom < despair” angle is something which I feel is quite intuitive for the average DR fan who knows anything about Junko and Izuru, I actually want to dive a bit deeper into what the connection between the mm and the Forever Dead protagonist could mean, since that’s an angle I’ve seen explored less often.

For one, there’s the time loop thing. Now, I don’t believe DRDT takes place in an actual time loop, but I think there’s an argument that there is a repetition of events at play. As in, things which happened in the past, and are repeating in the present.

Yes I’m talking about the pre-prologue cutscene.

... Fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, this really hurts... Ouch... I really wasn't expecting her to attack me like that. I made a massive mistake to trust them. I can't rely on anyone. All by myself... I have to end the killing game. And even if I can't do that... I have to kill Teruko Tawaki. No matter what.

I’ve talked about it before, but as a refresher: that fork with blood on it implies whoever is speaking got attacked with the fork, which fits Xander’s eye injury suspiciously closely.

(Believe it or not, the David MV might have an allusion to it as well but I am not getting into that)

So if Xander is the one speaking, if you think about it, it must mean he was involved in a killing game previous to the one we see in DRDT. Which, in fact, Teruko may have some vague memories of.

Teruko: And also, as a way to reference that "past killing game," right?

That could be about the THH killing game, which frankly sorta makes more sense in context, but seeing as Veronika then claims nothin like a killing game had happened before, I find it most likely that got completely erased from history.

So what’s the important thing here? Well, for one, if Xander’s eye injury came from a previous killing game, then we are definitely not talking about an actual time loop, as that would have erased his eye injury. However, it could be talking about a repetition of events. Perhaps there have been multiple killing games before this one, a la V3 but without the “fiction” aspect presumably.

This is nothing new by itself, but it does have an odd implication when related back to the About page text. Think about it, the FD protagonist doesn’t enjoy the time loop. If he could, he would end it. So if he’s meant to reflect the DRDT MM’s attitude, could this mean the mastermind doesn’t actually enjoy the killing games?

It sounds insane, but hear me out. We’ve already established the FD protag doesn’t actually enjoy despair, so if they’re meant to parallel the MM, then that could imply the MM doesn’t enjoy despair either. And if they’re being forced into the MM role repeatedly for one reason or another, the same way the FD protagonist is forced into the time loop, wouldn’t they grow bored of it, despite the despair? It’s the same thing as the FD protagonist:

“…I used to be like you. I cared so much about people, I cried everytime someone was hurt. I suffered for a long time stuck in here caring about people.”

If we apply this with the idea that “time loop” = “repeating killing games”, and that “FD protag” = “Matermind”, then what we have is a reluctant mastermind forced to go through with several killing games for reasons unknown, who only grew slightly fond of despair once they grew bored of everything else.

So, uh, there’s definitely unhinged point #1. However, there is another thing to note, the one I mentioned in the beginning. And since I mentioned it, you probably caught it. The FD protag dies the exact same way Mukuro does, and since the FD protag is connected to the DRDT MM, it’s possible there’s some connection between Mukuro and the DRDT MM. Most likely related to their mastermind-iness.

Of course, what the connection could actually be is very vague, and there’s a ton of options. Still, here’s a few possibilities I find the most interesting:

>The mastermind is a secret extra student, hiding somewhere in the school. So Mai. I don’t quite like this one since it’s sorta silly and I just don’t see Mai as the mastermind, but it is there.

>The mastermind deeply adores a loved one, and may even disguise themselves to look like this loved one. Like Mukuro does with Junko… and like Whit does with his mom. This is to appease the people who love the Whit MM theory, because I know some people are really passionate about it and it’s frankly always fun to see those people talk about it! It is also just objectively funny to always find ways to pin him as the MM imo.

>The mastermind fully disguised themselves as another person. So, Veronika = Mai crack theory. Sure, at this point.

>There are two masterminds, and one of them died early on. Basically thinking of Xander here, given the whole “kill Teruko Tawaki” thing. The second would probably have to be Mai unfortunately, so I don’t quite see it. Though I guess it could also be David, or just anyone else in the killing game for that matter, but you know.

>The mastermind faked their death. You know, we never saw Min’s corpse… So we’re off to delulu land! Min is still alive! Min is still alive! Min-!

Blatant favoritism aside, that’s pretty unlikely. I doubt the mastermind would want to straight up lose an arm in a fake execution. Though I guess if she’s a reluctant MM maybe she doesn’t get a say in the executions, so…

Min is still alive! Mind is still alive!

>There are two masterminds, and one of them is disguising as the other. This fits shockingly close to the J & Ryan double mastermind theory I swear exists somewhere on Tumblr and I’m not going insane I just can’t find the post. Essentially, the idea that Ryan and J swap places constantly, taking turns on who is the more traditional mastermind and who stays in the killing game, explaining that one time Rose seemingly didn’t recognize J in chapter 1. So two siblings, where one of them disguised as the other while the other just presents as themselves? Exactly like Mukuro and Junko.

But I feel the most grounded ideas are usually the likeliest ones, which is why I think this connection to Mukuro may simply be another way of saying the MM was manipulated/coerced into their position, instead of choosing to be the MM on their own.

It’s a less conclusive answer, but it’s less farfetched than the other ones. And it sorta fits… uh….

Well, see, I’m making a post with AUs for all possible MMs… and I kinda accidentally convinced myself Rose might be the mastermind? I might make a more detailed post about it later, but basically this more vague connection to Mukuro fits, so.

Anyways, those are all the possibilities I can think of for unhinged point #2, the connection between the MM and Mukuro. I don’t have much else to say, as I feel this is something that’s gonna make more sense as we move forward in the series.

Hope that was satisfying! Take care!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt theory #forever dead #we tag fake books in this house

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nalyra-dreaming · 3 months

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Hello N,

I hope you are well. Love your blog. I’ll start off by saying I love all the characters but I really love Loustat together even though I know all the relationships are relevant to the story so I’m excited to see them all play out.

I’m kind of a lurker on Twitter and it’s interesting to me to see what different groups have to say. My question is how do you think the fandom is going to respond to Nicki and Lestat’s relationship? I know a lot of people have turned on Lestat after season 1 and will turn on Armand after season 2. There some people already saying Nicki was treated better by Lestat than Louis was if the show goes by Nicki and Lestat’s relationship in the books. They are saying Nicki wasn't beaten, his song wasn’t a ploy to get Louis back, and Nicki wasn’t cheated on. I don't think I agree with this and I don't they understand that Lestat was human when he was with Nicki and the dynamics were very different. Also, we still don’t have the full picture of what really happened between Loustat in season 1. They did say something I might kind of agree with though and that is that a lot of people who are intolerant of Loumand because it interferes with Loustat will probably be more accepting or excited about Nickistat. I worry for Lestat because I can see pitchforks for him all over again.

Hey!

Glad you like :)

Sooooo, first off I'd like to note that one might need to be careful when comparing future canon while mixing show and book.

What I mean here is that we can extrapolate, for the show, but what they choose to focus on (and the abuse angle is certainly a focus) might not be wholly predictable. And comparing what was shown, and the books, and expectations...

But let's look at some of the points

"Nicki wasn't beaten". Right. He wasn't in the books. True! (I'm not counting the shoves with which Lestat tried to get Nicki away from himself after turning here, because that is quite a different setup). But... Louis wasn't either?! He and Lestat fought. Quite on equal level. That's an important difference.

There was no "song" for Nicolas either in the books. Nicolas was the musician, he wrote the music.

Also, as you said yourself - they were mortals, and maybe more importantly their love affair really only lasted a few (intense) months. In the books there certainly is no cheating (apart from some kisses/flirting with others at the theater), but I don't see how that should come into play into that short a timeframe either?

Lestat did not really cheat on Louis in the book either. True, there was Antoine, but... Lestat wanted Antoine to be a part of their setup, not run away with him. With Antoine, too, it was the music that drew him. And the timeframes and actual relationships to mortals are so very different for vampires, I really, really do not see that as the same level. Of course Antoinette was presented very much on that cheating level. But, as said before (and as you say, too), we know there's twists incoming, and there were inconsistencies with her finger in the show, et cetera.

We will not be able to judge Nickistat or Loustat before season 3, earliest, imho. The others probably, too.

So that's my few cents re the points you mentioned^^

... In regards to Nickistat and Loumand.

Nickistat happens between Nicolas and Lestat, while mortal, and one of them is then raped into vampirism. Which, in turn, leads to a downwards spiral for Nicolas, and ultimately to his death. This is a couple that has no say in what is happening to them wrt the vampiric side. They are both - no matter Nicolas original intent to die in Paris, and his viciousness later wrt to Lestat's 'light' - victims there. It's simply tragic. (Edit: Nicolas pressures Lestat into giving him the Dark Gift, while that is with intent I don't see it as a free choice in the context either, given the circumstances.)

And Armand plays his part in all that, too.

Now, Loumand is tragic, too. But for very different reasons. Their relationship happens between vampires. And both chose this life (as debatable as this may be wrt to actually knowing what one is getting into and other... influence). Loumand is tragic because despite the initial interest in Louis by Armand through his fixation on Lestat he falls for Louis, but destroys long stretches of that relationship through his actions. And Louis falls for Armand, and betrays Claudia again, and despite her death and Armand right there... he cannot help but love Armand. Even though it almost destroys him, too.

Now, having said that, and totally apart from the overview - Nickistat can never be a threat to "Loustat" because Nicolas is dead.

He is already dead in the show. We will get to see that death still. We will get to see the tragic events leading to it, no matter how they'll spin it.

But Nicolas is no threat to Louis.

He is the past. He will stay the past. Louis is the future.

And I think that may be why some will be more... "accepting" of Nickistat.

Now, as per the "intolerance" for Loumand...

I'm sure for some there is also the racial issue at play here. Unfortunately.

BUT - Loumand has quite the toxic potential as well, and I really don't think they'll shy away from that. They have more than hinted at that.

Now, these books are 50 years old. There's shit incoming, and a LOT of it has to do with Armand. Armand was the villain of the first books, and then later that changed with his own recollection of events. But it won't change what's about to happen for Louis. Armand is the one who influences him, spell-binds him, kills Claudia (in a very gruesome way), and then lies to Louis, for decades. That is all text. I doubt the show will downplay it, given what we know already.

Those who know the books, and who are Loustat shippers only (to put it that way) might brace themselves in a different way for Loumand than they do for Nickistat.

That's not to say I necessarily agree with this. But I understand it.

The way they set up Armand in the show he is supposed to seem like more of a "threat", the "love of Louis' life"..., while Nicolas... simply cannot and won't be one. *shrugs*

So, last but not least wrt to the pitchforks...

Ahhh, no worries. It's Lestat. (And I mean, since he is fictional...?^^)

The story will unfold, and that will be that.

I for one do not worry about all that at all tbh - I just want this show to get the seasons that have obviously been planned already in someone's head.

Gimme :))

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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— I’LL SEE YOU AGAIN

# kyojuro rengoku

synopsis : you arrive just in time for a final goodbye.

tags : gn!reader, angst, light canon divergence, kyojuro’s death, shit ton of crying & blood.

a/n : of course i recently rewatched the mugen train arc and i ended up sobbing desperately as always, but i also imagined something like this. that’s why we’re here, basically. my best friend read it & convinced me to post it ngl, i hope you’ll enjoy it… if possible, lol *innocently looks away* (what a cool way to try and get to write, right?)

you were usually sent on missions with kyojuro, and since you two were dating it helped spending more time together. but this time was different.

you were walking side by side with uzui, who was trying to organise a plan to finish the mission quickly, since you both wanted to be home soon and reunite with your lovers. when suddenly, both your crows appeared and interrupted him.

“the flame hashira requires urgent assistance!“

the crows added something else but you stopped hearing after that. you felt a lump forming in your throat and your heart skipped a beat. you had a terrible feeling and without even alerting tengen you started running in the direction where the mugen train had derailed, your crow guiding you.

needless to say, uzui followed you in an instant.

the world stopped completely for you. you couldn’t hear anything, aside from your heart beating faster and faster against your ribs.

please, kyojuro…

─────────────────────

you saw him. you noticed he was still breathing and it was certainly a good sign… right? it had to.

you ran up to him and fell on your knees in front of him, his left eye was completely closed and there was blood on his face. you noticed with terror something stuck into his mid region, it was passing through his stomach.

“i’m so happy to see you,” his voice was lower than usual and it caused the tears in your eyes to start streaming down your face. “d-don’t strain yourself,” you pleaded him, believing that he just needed to stay still until the kakushi got there.

uzui appeared behind you right after checking the young slayers previously sent to support kyojuro on the mission. they were alive and their injuries weren’t too bad.

“i wanna have one last chat with you… it truly is a bless to have you here, you know?” his lips curved in a smile, making your heart clench. you were shaking as tears kept streaming down your cheeks. “you’ll be alright, use your breathing instead of talking, please!” you moved closer but refrained from touching him, too scared of hurting him. “i have something to tell you.”

you shook your head, hiccups causing your body to shake even more. “you can’t die now! you promised to come back, to me and senjuro!” the desperation in your voice showed how shocked and scared you were, it clearly clouded your judgment. “y/n,” uzui put a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. kyojuro glanced at him tiredly, grateful that he was here too. for you.

“meeting you was one of the many blessings in my life. i’m glad i was able to see you smile, share your joy over small things… see the love in your eyes whenever you looked at me,” his voice was gentle, but hearing his words felt like getting stabbed repeatedly in your heart.

“i know you’ll keep blooming and growing, because there’s still more you have to discover about yourself. my only regret is that i won’t be there to hold your hand in the process.”

oh, rengoku…

your vision was completely clouded by tears but you could still see that whatever was stuck in his body was now turning into dust, as the sun was rising high in the sky. blood gushed from the hole in his stomach, his uniform quickly turning red as the blood started to pool around his figure. that was it.

“don’t leave me!” you pleaded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sobbing in such a violent manner that your whole body ached, you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. “i c-can’t– i can’t live with-without you!” as you held him close his blood was quick to stain your uniform, but it didn’t matter.

“please.. kiss me,” he whispered, hearing the urgency in his voice made you pull back slightly. you were quick to cup his cheeks and kiss him gently, your lips trembling against his. you got blood on your hands and chin, and kyojuro felt bad for staining your beautiful skin. your soft and warm skin. as you pulled back, kyojuro smile widened. “i love you.”

you felt your heart cracking completely and you watched the life leaving his body as he closed his eyes and kept smiling contently. kyojuro was gone and the rational side of you knew it, but you weren’t ready to accept it. you hugged his lifeless body tightly and cried against his chest, as you screamed till your throat hurt.

tengen let you hug kyojuro’s body for a couple of minutes before trying to pull you back, knowing that it would just make things more difficult for you.

“let me go! i can’t leave him!” you screamed at him, trying to push him away without letting kyojuro go. tengen grabbed you more firmly and finally pulled you away, lifting you off the ground.

as the kakushi arrived, you started blaming them. you screamed at every single one of them who walked close to kyojuro and at that, tengen had to walk away with you, to let them do their job.

you saw them moving him and you tried to run to him again but uzui gripped your arms and held you in front of him, he made sure to shield you from what was going on behind him as he noticed your status.

“y/n, listen. y/n!” he wrapped his arms around you to stop you from squirming in his grasp and run away. “h-he promised to c-come back!” your face was all wet and hot from the crying, as tengen tried to wipe away your tears. he cupped your face and tried his best to comfort you. “i know… but that’s not gonna happen,” he muttered, seeing your eyes completely empty.

you felt like throwing up as your head started spinning. you were covered in kyojuro’s blood and the stark realisation that kyojuro, the love of your life, just died in front of you started hitting you.

“k-kyo is…” you looked up at tengen, ready to start crying again, before he hugged you and held you close to his body, feeling you heavily shaking in his arms. tengen caressed your back slowly and stared into the distance.

i didn’t told him that i love him too. he didn’t hear it for the last time. i just watched him die in front of my eyes. he didn’t deserve it!

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

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notsoattractivearenti · 1 year

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Polar Opposites (Christian Pulisic x Reader) - Part 2

WC: 1.4K

Warnings: curse words

A/N: I honestly didn't plan on writing this second part this soon but here it is 🤭 Huge thanks to @ariddletobesolved for her help! 💗 Hope you all enjoy and I'd love to hear your thoughts thru reply/reblog/ask 🫶 If you wanna be added to the taglist let me know 😊 Feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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Planning a party is one of your favorite things to do, but this time you couldn’t even enjoy doing so because you had to plan an engagement party with someone you pretty much despised – it was such a nightmare. The previous day, Christian agreed to come to your place to discuss the arrangement.

“Black and white. Simple.”

“Black and white? Wha- Are we throwing them a fucking funeral? No. Pick other colors, Christian. Don’t be so basic.”

“Oh, like you have a better suggestion?”

“Umm, as a matter of fact I do. I’m thinking light blue, ivo-“

Christian gagged, “Yuck, soft colors? Too feminine, sounds horrible. Veto.”

“Sure, I forgot how “masculine” you are for a second,” you rolled your eyes, responded to his objection sarcastically, “of course “feminine” colors give you the ick.”

“Hey don’t twist my words! That’s not what I’m saying!” Christian shouted.

You and Christian spent more than 2 hours just arguing over the theme and color scheme for the party. Claire and Nick put you and Christian in charge of everything – they only informed you about the date and possible guest list – so both of you had to plan the whole thing together. You two shared the same goal: to make this party perfect for the happy couple – but had very different approaches.

- - -

“Listen... Outdoor dinner is so romantic. You can literally look at the night sky, and the lights, oh... Bet you they would love it!”

“Why outdoor when we can do it indoors? It’s sheltered, we can control the temperature inside, no bugs... Need I say more?” He argued.

- - -

“Carrot cake. Definitely carrot cake.” He suggested.

“Nooooo,” you whined, “you literally have the worst taste in everything. Disgusting!”

“What do you mean ‘disgusting’? It’s fucking delicious!”

“It is most certainly not. But Red Velvet is, so let’s just go with that.”

“Veto!”

- - -

“I think we should go with plated dinner. It’s a lot more sophisticated. And simple. An-“

“Jesus, Christian!” You interrupted him. “How is that even simple? Have you ever planned a dinner party before???”

“Okay then, please explain how the fuck could a buffet be better than plated dinner???”

“Buffet is the only right choice! What if some of the guests don’t like the food? With a buffet at least they have more options. It’s not even the wedding!” You insisted.

- - -

It was almost impossible for both of you to find a common ground. He thought your idea was too complicated and took a lot longer to plan, while you thought his was too effortless and didn’t feel special at all. You two kept pushing your ideas to each other and were too stubborn to compromise.

“Do you want to plan a party or not? Stop messing around and for fuck’s sake, just decide on something!” At this point, Christian had lost most of his patience.

“I was never messing around in the first place! Ugh,” you grunted, “I’m so close on murdering you, you pigheaded douchebag.”

“Please, Y/N, kill me now,” he replied mockingly, “I’d rather die than have to go through this shit with you.”

“That’s it, I need a fucking break,” you said as you stood up and aggressively grabbed your phone, “I’ll be back in- you know what? Why bother?”

He rolled his eyes. “Good Lord... Sure, take all the time you need,” he muttered while watching you storm out, “it’s not like we have a deadline or something.”

You left without saying a word and gave him a middle finger before you angrily slammed the door. You were like a ticking time bomb – one more word from him and you would explode. You needed a moment to cool down after an extremely stressful time. You were aware that this was going to be hard, but not this hard. You have never met someone as infuriating as Christian, he really got on your nerves – and since you and Christian had pivotal roles in your best friends’ wedding, you had no choice but stuck with him.

Usually, when you were this upset, you would call Claire to vent. She’s a really good listener, and you always feel comfortable talking about everything to her. But right now, you couldn’t do it because you didn’t want to stress her out. She picked you as her Person of Honor and you’ve accepted every responsibility that comes with the role – you really couldn’t let her down. She didn’t need to know this struggle of yours just yet.

After walking around the neighborhood for some time, you finally felt ready to go back on planning the engagement party with Christian. But shortly before, you tried to prepare yourself by closing your eyes, took three deep breaths, then whispered to yourself: Claire, I’m gonna do my best for you.

“Oh look who’s back!” As soon as you opened the front door, you heard him shout. “You have wasted, uh...” he checked his watch, “20 minutes of planning time. We could literally use those 20 minutes to decide on foods, you know.”

You pressed your lips together and shook your head, trying not to snap at him.

“My house, my rules,” you responded calmly. “20 minutes is not even that long, anyway. You’ve been here for like, what, probably 5 hours now? And still, no decision has been made.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Our fault, you dumbass. I mean, you could’ve written down some ideas in those 20 minutes, yet you did nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes, displeased by your answer. “Gah, fine,” he groaned, “let’s get back to business.”

“Oh, and by the way, when you were out doing whatever I got bored and went through your refrigerator,” he added. “Thanks for the ice cream and the berries, they were so good.”

“Wha- Christian!” You slapped his arm, “I just bought them this morning! I expect you to reimburse those!”

After countless arguments and disagreements, you two finally came up with a solid plan. It was such a long, hard day for both of you, but at least you were able to compromise and make big decisions together. After all, this celebration was not about you – it was about Nick and Claire.

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It was the day of the engagement party. Since 9 AM you and Christian had gone back and forth to check out the venue and make sure everything went as planned. You were nervous about this entire party, especially because you didn’t get to tell Nick and Claire since they asked you to keep the details as a surprise.

The party went great and smoothly, you were glad you didn’t have anything to worry about anymore. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives and the couple was very pleased with how this party turned out – from the theme and decorations, the venue, the foods and drinks, and everything else.

“Hey, Y/N,” as Christian pulled you aside, “looks like we nailed it.”

You smiled while glancing around the room. “Yeah, we really did, didn’t we?”

“Sorry I snapped at you the other day,” he apologized, “I was just really stressed out back then.”

You nodded, “yeah, I’m sorry too. I swear we’re just too different! But at least we worked well together for tonight.”

There was a moment of silence between you and Christian until Nick and Claire came and greeted you both.

“Great job you guys! This is a lot better than I expected!” Claire couldn’t stop gushing over the party.

“Thank you so much, Y/N, Christian. You threw an amazing party together! I can see how great of a team you both are,” Nick said, he was beaming the entire time.

You and Christian silently shared a look at one another, you both were very proud of how well you put this beautiful celebration despite your differences – strong differences. He then gave you a nod and a wink, and you jokingly gagged in response.

Deep down, you agreed with Nick – you really were a great team. Who would’ve thought you could get along?

“I mean… Between the two of us, I’m the one with more brain cells, so…”

And… there it is. Yes, that one sentence reminded you how Christian was still irritating - just not as bad as before. At this point, you still didn’t know Christian very well, but you knew that the moment you and him getting along was temporary. Despite that, however your feeling towards him might be, you still had to cooperate with him until the wedding is over.

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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months

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A compilation of sassy Lucien

“My apologies, lady. I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary. Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.” “Then you’ve got your work cut out for you, old son. I’m sure her life will be a fine replacement for Andras’s—maybe she can even train with the others on the border.”

“I told you so, Tamlin. Your skills with females have definitely become rusty in recent decades.”

“Well, you don’t look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since you’re to live with us. Though the tunic isn’t as pretty as a dress.” “We’re not going to bite.” “Won’t you stay for wine?” “It’s been a few decades since I last saw one of you, but you humans never change, so I don’t think I’m wrong in asking why you find our company to be so unpleasant, when surely the men back home aren’t much to look at.” “True. But indulge me: you’re a human woman, and yet you’d rather eat hot coals than sit here longer than necessary. Ignoring this, surely we’re not so miserable to look at. Unless you have someone back home. Unless there’s a line of suitors out the door of your hovel that makes us seem like worms in comparison.”

“Were you admiring my sword, or just contemplating killing me, Feyre?” “So young, and so grave. And a skilled killer already.” “We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings—” “No ash arrows today, unfortunately.” “Well, you certainly have the quiet part of hunting down." “Well? No game good enough for you to slaughter? We’ve passed plenty of squirrels and birds.” “Tamlin said as much, which was no doubt why he brought you here. Or maybe you looked so pathetic in those rags that he took pity on you.” “So, when are you going to start trying to persuade me to beseech Tamlin to find a way to free you from the Treaty’s rules?” “Well, thank the Cauldron that you didn’t. Cleaning up that mess would have ruined the rest of my day.” “Would you like me to teach you how to wield a blade, or do you already know how, oh mighty mortal huntress? If you took down Andras, you probably don’t need to learn anything. Only where to aim, right?” “I suppose you humans are such hateful cowards that you would have wet yourself, curled up, and waited to die if you’d known beyond a doubt what Andras truly was.” “Back off? Back off while you seal our fates and ruin everything? I stayed with you out of hope, not to watch you stumble. For someone with a heart of stone, yours is certainly soft these days. The Bogge was on our lands—the Bogge, Tamlin! The barriers between courts have vanished, and even our woods are teeming with filth like the puca. Are you just going to start living out there, slaughtering every bit of vermin that slinks in?” “I had to go sort out some hotheads on the northern border—official emissary business. I got back in time to hear your little spat with Tam, and decided I was safer up here. I’m glad to hear your human heart has warmed to me, though. At least I’m not on the top of your killing list.” “I’ll be conveniently hunting on the grounds, and with my superior hearing, I might be feeling generous enough to listen if someone screams from the western woods. But it’s a good thing I had no role in telling you to go out today, since Tam would eviscerate anyone who told you how to trap a Suriel; and it’s a good thing I had planned to hunt anyway, because if anyone caught me helping you, there would be trouble of a whole other hell awaiting us. I hope your secrets are worth it.” “I might die of surprise. You made a joke, Feyre.” “Well, I’m late for something incredibly important." “If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” “Unfortunately for you and your neck, tonight’s just a party.” “So there’s singing and dancing and excessive drinking. And dallying,” he added with a wicked grin. “I’ll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, I was stuck on border patrol. With some company.” "I'm trying to eat." “What do you know about anything? You’re just Amarantha’s whore.” “Those clothes are enough to convince me I never want to enter the human realm.” Lucien told her to go back to the shit-hole she’d crawled out of. “Fixed—as pert and pretty as before.” “I’ve seen enough of you through that gown to last a lifetime.” You might as well look good if you’re going to arm yourself to the teeth. “Isn’t that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives?” “If you expect our gratitude, you’ll be waiting a while, Ianthe.” “Whatever you’re planning, it’ll land us knee-deep in shit.” “I knew. I knew you were lying the moment you unleashed that light in Hybern. My friend at the Dawn Court has the same power—her light is identical. And it does not do whatever horseshit you lied about it doing.” “You have the gall to question my priorities regarding Elain—yet what was your motive where I was concerned? Did you plan to spare me from your path of destruction because of any genuine friendship, or simply for fear of what it might do to her?”

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #the man the myth the legend #high lord lucien #high king lucien #lucien spell cleaver #he's my bbg #sassy #king of the rizz #feycien #elucien

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deludedfantasy · 8 months

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Trimax Vol 10 Ch 1-4

Hey guys, how are we doing with volume 10? I had to go lie down on my bed face down multiple times while reading this so....that's how we're doing over here. A good chunk of this is me screaming incoherently. Apologies for the overuse of exclamation points and all caps. I'm deeply unwell about all of this.

Ch 1

Wolfwood's never ending belief in Vash just!!! Wolfwood is a man without faith. But not anymore; now he has faith in Vash.

As he reaffirms his beliefs, he remembers Vash telling him that he gives up hope too easily. Suddenly, now that I know a whole lot more about Wolfwood, that line hits differently. People have said it before but until now I didn’t get how cruel of a thing that was for Vash to say to Wolfwood. He couldn’t know the thing Wolfwood did out of a desperate hope to protect the orphanage. And look at him now, not sure if Vash can defeat Knives, but he has enough hope that he might be able to that he won’t stop fighting.

Wolfwood won’t give up because Vash has never given up!!! He’s taken on so many of Vash’s ideals, I can’t deal with this.

Razlo tries to stop Chapel from killing Wolfwood because of how Livio cares about him and I think it’s an interesting moment. It shows us that for all of Razlo’s insatiable bloodlust, he’s concerned with what Livio thinks. He’s certainly not eager to kill Wolfwood and that’s an interesting chink in his armor, since he’s never hesitated to kill anyone before, even if it’s just because he’s suggesting they drag out Wolfwood’s final moments longer.

Sidenote: oh my fucking god, I’m an idiot. I’ve been making jokes about Wolfwood’s magically appearing handguns for volumes. He’s not pulling them out of his tits, he just has a shoulder holster, like a proper gunman.

I wanna kill Chapel with my bare hands!!! He’s taking way too much pleasure from shooting Wolfwood over and over again.

So, Wolfwood hasn’t used his vials because he doesn’t think he’s going to die yet. That’s…yeah, that’s making me feel some things alright. First of all, I’ll say it again, Wolfwood is an incredibly smart fighter. He knows how to fight even while injured and in immense amounts of pain. He couldn’t stand up against Razlo at first, but he took it as an opportunity to learn how Razlo fights and find his weakness, so he could use it against him later. Chapel tells Razlo to stop underestimating him, but I think up until now, Chapel has been doing the same damn thing.

Second of all, I know where this is going and I :) don’t :) like :) it :)

Ch 2

Sworn friend? I sure hope that’s Vash because that cover image is going to kill me. Wolfwood’s been STABBED. By a GUN.

Oh, cool, so Razlo confirms that Chapel is unhealthily obsessed with his students and making them into the perfect weapons for the Eye—morally and physically. He’s truly the abusive father figure of this story.

Well, that explains why Razlo’s been kicked out of the Eye. Killing nine other members in a murder spree will do that.

You know what? Chapel begging for Razlo’s life to be spared might honestly be the kindest thing anyone has ever done for him. It’s no wonder he’s so devoted to Chapel. When everyone else treats you like shit, the guy who shoots himself and begs the council to take mercy on you becomes someone incredibly special, even if he is absolutely insane otherwise.

Huh? When did Ms. Melanie and the kids get outside? I thought they were locked in a cellar. Did some of the other mercenaries bring them up on Chapel’s signal so he could torment Wolfwood more.

Awww, the kids don’t want to leave Ms. Melanie by herself! They care about her and each other so much. This is where Wolfwood gets all his love and caring from.

Chapel is an evil, evil motherfucker. We know that already, but this moment? Oh, the rage I’m experiencing. He’s playing on Wolfwood's worst nightmare, going all the way back to that dream he had where he tried to hold the kids but couldn’t because there was so much blood on his hands. Chapel went and made that real. He shows Wolfwood’s face to Ms. Melanie, while he’s covered in blood, and lets them know all the terrible things he’s done. Ms. Melanie doesn’t need to say anything. The guilt Wolfwood carries will be enough to bring him low. Chapel knows his student and his weakness so well, and he twists until it hurts.

ARGH MS. MELANIE DON’T MAKE ME CRY.

This is Wolfwood’s worst nightmare, but she’s not reacting with disgust or hatred! She isn’t looking away from him! The way she says, “You foolish boy, you tried doing everything on your own again.” It’s so sad, but it’s so fond. She still loves him! She wishes he’d come home earlier! It’s still a painful realization for Wolfwood to have, that he would’ve been welcomed back, but it’s also, maybe, a shock and a relief.

Also, “You’ve always had so many stubborn ideals and were never one to compromise.” NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD THESIS STATEMENT RIGHT HERE. It’s what got him into this mess after all!

Oh my god Wolfwood! No!!!! Don’t look down on yourself now!!! Ms. Melanie’s right! You came when you were needed!

AND HE’S THINKING ABOUT VASH AGAIN.

When he’s losing hope, he always thinks of Vash. And he realizes that maybe he should’ve asked him here. Because they work so well together, they could’ve taken out Chapel and Livio and saved everyone! IF ONLY HE HADN’T INSISTED ON DOING EVERYTHING ON HIS OWN.

“I made a friend. He ain’t as dumb as I am.” Wolfwood, I appreciate your whole-hearted belief in Vash but that man is just as stupid as you are and probably would’ve also run straight into danger without asking for help. You two are just peas in a pod.

“We could’ve done this as a team.” Yes!!!! Because everything’s different when you’re back to back with him!!! Vash and Wolfwood are a battle couple and when they are together, they’re unstoppable. Wish you’d realized this sooner!!!!

Hey, did Wolfwood just grab all of Chapel’s vials with his mouth? Wolfwood is the king of making batshit insane moves in the span of like three seconds because that was a small opening he had before Chapel shot him or the kids.

A mysterious shuttle appears at the eleventh hour?

IT’S VASH!!! VASH CAME TO HELP HIM!!!

And look at Vash, using his powers to protect people! Not only that, to protect the people Wolfwood cares about!

Ch 3

Wolfwood, come on. You were just thinking about how you and Vash could’ve easily handled this as a team.

Wolfwood’s self-hatred is blinding him so much he can’t even figure out why Vash would come. Just as Wolfwood considers Vash his friend, Vash thinks the same of him. He’s shown time and time again that he’ll help people in a tough spot. Why not you, Wolfwood? Why don’t you deserve that same kind of care?

This battle is important to Wolfwood and that’s why it matters to Vash. But of course, the tragedy of it all is that Wolfwood can’t see how much Vash cares about him and admires him because he hates himself too much to even allow love in from someone else.

And with that thought, it’s time to break out the tissues.

Razlo’s like, “Ooooh, a worthy opponent? Time to absolutely lose my shit!”

So, on my first read, I somehow didn’t catch that Wolfwood drank two vials at once when he stole Chapel’s pouch and I was VERY confused for the rest of this volume. Now, however, I’m rolling on the floor sobbing.

He knows how dangerous this is and how it’ll probably end. But he does it because he thinks he’s going to die anyway. He’s come to the point where he’s not scared of death, and he’d rather go down protecting what he loves than live to see it ruined.

“If we survive this, drinks are on me.” This line is some horrible foreshadowing, okay. I’m just…I think I need to go take some deep breaths.

Did Wolfwood just toss Chapel like a log? That’s WILD. Razlo actually gets distracted by it! Then again, he’s so devoted to Chapel that the idea of him dying or being defeated must be pretty tough to deal with.

Wolfwood grabs Punisher again but also, he stops just long enough in the middle of battle to put his glasses back on. He’s hiding. From himself, from everyone at the orphanage, maybe even a little from Vash. He doesn’t want anyone to see what he’s about to become, what he’s about to do.

There’s been a couple times where I’ve wondered if Vash could read Wolfwood’s mind a little with his telepathic Plant powers and this is another moment. But I actually like to read this as Vash knows him so well that he realizes this himself, because that just hits harder.

OH. I missed that. Wolfwood killed Chapel. Snapped him like a twig even.

Razlo is actually so…lonely. The only person who’s ever been kind to him was an equally unhinged cult leader and now he’s dead. And all Razlo knows is violence, so that’s how he responds. As always, Nightow makes me feel so much sympathy for what should be the most villainous of characters. (Except Chapel, that’s the exception that proves the rule here)

Vash and Wolfwood executing insane maneuvers when they fight together because they’re so synced up!!! Certified battle couple.

Wolfwood lighting a cigarette in the middle of a fight after performing some insane moves is so on brand for him.

This last interaction is so funny and so them. They don’t know how to use their words! They slap at each other like five year olds and Vash can’t even tell Wolfwood he’s here because he cares about him and wants to help. WHY ARE THEY SO STUPID.

Ch 4

Wolfwood is starting to talk like Vash. The reminiscing about times past, pushing away the help people are offering him—it reminds me of Vash right before he got on the Ark.

It’s so not like him that it even scares Vash, who tries to remind him that has to live. He’s always wanted to live, right?

Well, except, Wolfwood has finally found what he’s willing to die for. He’s already made the decision. Vash just doesn’t know that yet, and that makes what would usually be a light, bantery scene between them incredibly heavy and so hard to read.

And Vash, goddammit, he still thinks this is Wolfwood giving up! It’s not, at least not in the way he thinks. Wolfwood is more determined than ever. He hasn’t given up hope. He’s taken all his hope and placed it on Vash, and left none of it for himself.

“What is important? What are you willing to do to protect it?” → Trigun thesis statement. That’s what the story is all about! The worst part is Vash realizing too late what he would do to protect Wolfwood.

When Vash really, truly fears that he might lose Wolfwood, that’s the first time he realizes how much he needs and wants him. How badly he wants to survive and see a tomorrow with him. Except, it’s heart-wrenching, because it’s already too late by the time he finally realizes this. Vash has finally found something worth living for and Wolfwood has finally found something worth dying for. How ironic that it’s each other. They’re like ships passing in the night, their lives and wants intersecting for only the briefest of moments before being torn apart.

Just as Vash thinks all of this, he catches Wolfwood. Look how tightly he holds on to him, his fingers pressing into Wolfwood’s skin. He uses his body to shield him, barely noticing the blades in his shoulder. He’s so overcome by what he’s realized, but also that he’s about to lose it all.

Look at the reluctance when he lets go of him. He doesn’t want to, he wants to hold on to him. But Vash would never disrespect Wolfwood’s choices. He knows how much it means to him to be able to do this on his own terms. So no matter how much it hurts him, he lets go. But there is rage in his eyes, an expression that is so alien on Vash, who has always been so in control of his anger. He hates that he has to do this and he hates that it’s this that’s causing it, and he won’t hold back anymore.

Not the bird symbolism. Because Wolfwood has finally found his freedom in his willingness to accept death.

And Vash beneath it, with his face obscured looking up into the sky, but hunched over beneath the weight of his grief and anguish as he walks away from Wolfwood. God, this image is so powerful.

#trigun #trigunbookclub

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checanty · 1 year

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HELLO, I’ve teamed up with Drink and Draw Berlin for another online workshop, this time about how to do the whole freelance illustrator thing. I’d like to stress this is an ONLINE workshop, meaning you can participate wherever you are in the world, though you may want to check time zones as this is live. Tickets HERE. ____ So you want to be a freelance illustrator. Or perhaps you’re not even quite sure you want to be a freelance illustrator. You mostly want to pay your bills by making art or making art for a living (those are not the same thing, mind you. ’A living’ should include more than paying bills, right?). Now, freelance illustration is, in my humble opinion, the most straightforward way of making money as an artist. That’s why I do it. It’s still a bit bonkers, the way any career in the arts is a bit bonkers, and it can be intimidating to get started. For one thing, there’s your least favorite aunt, the well-meaning teacher, and society, in general, telling you *not to do it* because you will starve and die on the streets despite the existence of successful illustrators who are doing *just fine*. There’s also a reality in which being an illustrator is totally possible, but it’s not easy, at times confusing, and definitely scary. I mean, it’s also *the best job*, but it’s anxiety-inducing all the time. Ok, not all the time. But often. And most certainly when you’re just starting out. How do you find clients? How do clients find you? How often are you allowed to send somebody your portfolio without being annoying and is it normal if there’s no reply (freebie: Yes—yes it’s very normal.) And once you do get clients, the issues don’t end: How much do you charge, what does a contract look like, and when does your client take suspiciously long to reply? What if you cannot make a deadline—will you actually die aka never work again in the industry unless you change your identity? It’s A LOT. Especially if you have an anxious-perfectionist disposition that is trying very hard to convince you of your own inadequacy. I’ve been a freelance illustrator for eight years now, my friends call me ’established’ (whatever that really means), and I believe I have learned a whole lot in those years, enough that I feel confident I have something to teach, but I’m still learning myself every day because this is a weird little career you’re planning on pursuing and it’s different for everybody. I won’t promise you a career in freelance illustration as soon as you’ve taken my workshop. That’s more of a long-term project and less of a two day affair. I do, however, promise that I will do my best to clear up some of the confusion and give you the best tools I know for succeeding in this shared dream of ours. This is the kind of workshop I wish my art school had offered. We won’t have enough time to get into each of your individual hopes and fears in detail, but I want to make sure I’ll answer as many of your questions as possible so that by the end of this workshop you’ll hopefully have a good grip on what’s next for you and where your journey is headed.

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Omg I am so in love with the dynamic anomthoby and 2022 reader have. Would it be too much to ask for a scenario where she’s stays and he proposes to her in their usual banter type of way? Keep up the good work and stay healthy!!

Confessions

Series: Time Travel au

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I’m combining this with a similar request I got in the comments of the last part I posted “What about one where 2022 reader reveals she’s from the future to Anthony and his family and their reactions?”

This is just more fluff, I love these two too much to make it very angsty.

Oh, and if there’s more that you’d like to see from this AU please send me a request!

This is a continuation of the first part of this au which you can find here. And in the same universe as this drabble.

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“What’d you say?” Anthony asks.

“We can’t elope,” You reiterate as you take Anthony’s hands in yours. Squeezing them lightly as you pull them into your chest. The hopeful glimmer in his eyes almost convinces you to say yes, to fall completely into the madness that takes over you when you’re with him, and just go for it.

But you know you can’t. You can’t let him do this to himself.

You can’t help but love him. The way that he makes you feel, the fact that he respects you, sees you as his equal, but also cares for you is so new, but feels so…right.

Getting married at all seems insane. Getting married to someone you’ve only known for a month? You’ve fallen headlong into crazy. If you were in your normal life, your old life, this would be enough to have your friends ready to stage an intervention. But it’s perfectly normal here. It’s expected.

And there is a very real, terrifying part of you that desperately wants to say yes.

Anthony stares at you for a beat.

“You don’t want to marry me?” He asks slowly.

You can see him starting to turn in on himself, the seed of doubt at your return of his affections growing exponentially behind his eyes in real time.

“Jesus Christ, Anthony! First of all, that’s not what I’m saying. And second of all, you didn’t even ask me!” You nearly shout at him, desperate to reassure him that you feel the same way about him. But also reminding him that you need time to think and to process.

You sigh.

“Ant, I think I’m in love with you, but we’ve only known each other for a month, I’m not going to run away with you,” You tell him plainly. “What would your family think?”

“They would-” He starts to argue before you cut him off.

“Your mother would kill us both, and you know it,” You tell him with a hard look. “I don’t want to die and I certainly don’t want you to either. So let’s go about this reasonably, okay?”

“Fine, if we stay, and have an entirely unnecessary engagement,” He offers, already looking annoyed at the idea of putting of what he feels like is the obvious next step. “Then would you agree to marry me?”

“This is insane,” You sigh as you close your eyes, shaking your head. Maybe you hit your head when you turned up here because you’d have to be brain-damaged to accept a marriage proposal like this. “But yeah, apparently I’ve gone completely crazy ever since I got here, so of course I’ll marry you,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

Anthony grins as he cups your face in his hands and pulls you forward to kiss him.

He kisses you with so much fervor that you nearly forget everything else.

Nearly.

You want to stay. You can’t explain it, but you can’t imagine your life without him anymore.

And Anthony doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know that you’re not from this time. How do you even begin to explain that to someone?

Or that you tried to get back to your own time, that you have no idea how you’d gotten here in the first place, but that you’d paced around the Briarly’s back garden for hours, day after day wondering if there was any way to get home.

But now you could hardly imagine going back. Sure there were things, people especially, that you missed, your family and friends, but you have new friends, and now it seemed you might have a new family as well.

But you need to be honest with him. To tell him what little you do understand about how you arrived in this time and place.

You break away.

“Anthony, I need to tell you something,” You tell him. “Before you decide to marry me there’s something you need to know.”

“What is the matter?” Anthony asks as he takes your face into his hands, his eyes tracing along the furrow of your brow as he realizes suddenly how troubled you look.

“I’m not from here. When I say that what I really mean is that I’m not from this time,” You try to explain. “Literally.”

“I woke up here. I’m from the year twenty-twenty-two,” You don’t want to scare Anthony off, I mean, that is truly the last thing you want to happen, so you try to keep your voice even and calm as you state the facts of your situation for him.

“I remember being in my house, my real home, and the next second I was lying flat on my back in what I later found out was Lady Briarly’s garden, a completely different part of the world, in a completely different year.”

Anthony just stares at you, his eyes searching your own as you just look back at him with a small, semi-believable reassuring smile on your face.

“Please say something,” You finally ask as you break the awful silence between you, not being able to bear it any longer.

You had been so happy just a few minutes ago, and now you can’t help the feeling of dread that beings to prickle at your stomach.

“Is this some sort of joke?” Anthony asks slowly.

“God, of course not,” You reassure him quickly. “I’m being one hundred percent serious.”

“And you’re not mad?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’m not crazy, I know women are institutionalized for all sorts of ridiculous things during most of history, this time period included, but I need you to believe me. I’m not crazy.”

“You can ask Lady Briarly,” You add. “She’s happy to corroborate my story.”

“Right, of course,” He replies with a nod. “Ahhh…” He trails off.

“If you need time to think or process alone that’s totally fine,” You tell him. “But I’m here if you have any questions.”

“I will give you leave,” He finally tells you. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight,” You call after him.

You stand there as you watch him leave. He never turns once to look back at you. And you try not to let that pierce your heart.

“You and Miss (Y/L/N) have been looking very cozy as of late,” Benedict teases his older brother as Anthony takes a seat in the chair across from where Benedict is standing at his easel.

“I think she might be mad,” Anthony blurts out. “That or she really does not want to marry me.”

“Well she’s always seemed a bit odd,” Benedict replies, though he never takes his eyes off the canvas in front of him. “Outside of the fact that she puts up with you, of course.”

“Very funny,” Anthony replies with a roll of his eyes as he slumps down in the chair even more. “No, I tried to get her to elope with me last night.”

“Anthony!” Benedict hisses as his eyes snap up from his work, wide with surprise as he stares at his brother in abject horror.

“Yes, yes, but then she started trying to tell me all this madness about being from the future and traveling through time,” Anthony continues.

Benedict considers what he said for a moment.

“She is very forward thinking, perhaps that is what she meant?” “That’s what I thought too, but she insisted that she’s from the future,” Anthony replies.

“Oh dear,” Benedict murmurs.

“She said Lady Briarly would corroborate her story,” Anthony adds.

“Well, what did Lady Briarly say when you asked her?” Benedict asks him.

“(Y/N) just told me last night,” Anthony admits as he glances over at his brother. Desperate for some kind of advice, some suggestion of what to do. “I haven’t had a chance to speak with either of them again.”

“Well, I believe mother sent them an invitation to tea today. So perhaps you’ll get your chance to find out the truth this afternoon,” Benedict informs him. “Your soon-to-be fiancée is mad, oh Anthony, now it all makes sense,” He adds with a chuckle.

“Don’t you have some fruit to paint or something?” Anthony snaps as he stands from his chair, pushing out of the room, already regretting his attempt to confide in his brother.

“Lady Briarly, oh it’s so good to see you both!” Violet Bridgerton greets you warmly.

You smile nervously at her. You’re already nervous about being in her presence given what Anthony asked of you last night, but after the bomb you dropped on him right after, you’re even more nervous, about what he might say or do now, in the presence of his entire family.

You want to trust that he’ll believe you. But honestly, if it hadn’t happened to you, you wouldn’t be very likely to believe someone if they told you a story like that.

“It’s delightful to see you as well, Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Briarly greets her in return.

You almost stick out your hand to shake Lady Bridgerton’s, entirely on instinct which Lady Briarly quickly and discreetly bats back down.

“It’s so good to see you again, Lady Bridgerton,” You say as you smile at her.

“Lady Briarly, might I have a word?” Anthony asks as he joins your group. His eyes flicker to your own for a moment, but you can’t seem to get a read on what he’s thinking at all which does nothing to quell the nerves in your stomach.

“Of course, my dear,” She replies as she allows him to escort her out of the room.

“Then you must join me and meet Anthony’s sisters,” Lady Bridgerton says as she crosses your arm with hers and leads you over to the seating area where the rest of the Bridgerton siblings are sitting.

Anthony clears his throat as he turns back to face Lady Briarly once they’re alone in the hallway. “Lady Briarly, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Miss (Y/L/N) has informed me of her…”

“Her story, yes, she told me this morning,” Lady Briarly supplies with an understanding smile.

“Ah, and she said that you would be happy to explain what happened to me,” Anthony adds with a sigh of relief. At least now he can get to the bottom of this without worrying that he himself has gone mad as well.

“Of course, I can only imagine how challenging this must be for you, I mean, when it happened to us I think we all thought we’d gone mad,” Lady Briarly admits with a half-hearted chuckle.

When she sees how serious, and frankly, how nervous Anthony looks she clears her own throat and nods.

“She appeared in the garden one day while my son was playing. He’s only seven of course, but in all honestly, he does not have the imagination to come up with this kind of tale. He was playing and suddenly she appeared. When she woke up she had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten here,” Lady Briarly explains to him.

“She’s just as sane as you and I,” Lady Briarly adds.

“And you just… took her in? A complete stranger?” Anthony asks in confusion.

“Well she had nowhere else to go,” Lady Briarly explains. “She was so scared and confused when it first happened, and even now there are times where it all overwhelms her. She doesn’t fit in because she knows nothing about our world. Think about how lonely she must feel. That’s why I was so glad she found you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“I want you both to be happy, but I know I cannot force you to believe me, or to believe her, but I also want you to ask yourself why she would lie about this?” She asks. “She took a great risk by telling you her story, a story that could land her in the papers, or worse, an asylum if the tale got out. Which means she must trust you a great deal. So what are you going to do with all that trust?”

Anthony considers Lady Briarly for a moment, and then her words.

“You’ve certainly given me a great deal to think about Lady Briarly, thank you for your candor, but I think I’ve already made my decision,” He tells her. “Shall we return to the others?”

“Are you going to marry Anthony?” Hyacinth asks you suddenly.

“Hyacinth!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims, unprepared for the sudden outburst from her youngest.

“What? Why else would she be here?” Hyacinth asks her mother.

You have to hold in your laughter at the precociousness of Anthony’s little sister. Maybe there isn’t very much difference between your time and this, after all, an outspoken girl like Hyacinth would fit right in in the 21st century.

“You cannot ask people questions like that, it’s not polite,” Lady Bridgerton chastises her.

“It’s quite alright, she has every right to be curious,” You tell her with a wink. “And I have every right not to answer a personal question like that.”

Hyacinth deflates slightly with your refusal to entertain her impertinent questioning and runs off to find one of her brothers once she realizes she’s not going to get the answers she wants out of you.

When Lady Briarly and Anthony rejoin the group you move to stand so that you can speak with Anthony, you know he’ll have more questions for you, and you’d rather get it over with if you’re being completely honest.

But before you can make your way over to him he’s clearing his throat, garnering the attention of his family.

“I have an announcement I’d like to make,” He tells them all as you stand in the middle of the group, staring back at him with wide eyes.

“I have asked Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to marry me, and she said yes,” He tells them as he steps towards you before lacing his fingers with your own.

“Oh my!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims as she stands from her seat abruptly.

“I’m so happy for you both,” She gushes as she pulls you both into tight hugs. “I know you’ll make each other very happy.”

“I’m just glad Anthony agreed to have the wedding here,” You tell her with a smile as she presses her lips to your cheek.

“What do you mean?” She asks as she steps back from you, looking at you quizzically.

“Well, he wanted to elope,” You admit before Anthony can stop you.

“Anthony Bridgerton!” She nearly shouts as she whips her head towards her son.

“But we didn’t! We won’t!” Anthony is quick to add in a futile attempt to avoid his mother’s wrath.

“You certainly will not!” Lady Bridgerton hisses. “Do you want to kill me?!”

“Look what you’ve done,” Anthony hisses in your ear.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that was scandalous!” You whisper back, though you can’t quite stop yourself from laughing quietly at the hilarity of it all.

“You can’t keep feigning ignorance on everything forever, my dear,” He tells you as his mother seems to recover slightly from the shock and pulls Lady Briarly aside to start making plans.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” You tell him with a smug smile.

“I didn’t think you’d accept everything this easily,” You admit as you turn to face him properly.

“In the end, it all seemed quite simple when Lady Briarly laid it out. You trusted me, and I trust you, what else is there?” Anthony tells you.

“As long as you promise to stay here with me, that’s all that I care about,” He adds as he takes your hands in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You tell him as you grin up at him.

You can’t say you’ve ever felt so incandescently happy. And you can certainly get used to this feeling.

“Are you certain that you don’t want to elope?” Anthony asks.

“Anthony!” Both you and Lady Bridgerton shout.

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