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dragondemoness · 2 years

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Is it okay to request THH Boys having a s/o who is mute and the ultimate bookworm? Non-yandere btw-

I'm so fucking sorry this took so long-

THH Boys x Mute!Bookworm Reader

Note: I have no idea how to write for several of the guys on this list (particularly Mondo and Yasuhiro), so I'm sorry if they sucked, or if anything came out offensive. Enjoy!

Makoto Naegi

Thinks that you're really cute

He's not much of a reader himself, but if you recommend a book to him, he'll gladly read it

Enjoys reading a lot more because of you

Doesn't mind that you're mute

He'll pick up sign language, or let you try to teach him

You guys have moments where you sit in his dorm room, or yours, and just silently read together

I know I said he's not much of a reader, but he does enjoy manga

If you're even somewhat interested in his manga, he gets SO excited

This boi practically slams his whole stack of manga in front of you

He'll ask you to read one and give your honest opinion

If you like it, this boi is SO freaking happy

If you don't, then he's a lil bit disappointed, but he understands. Manga's not for everyone

And if you're already a manga reader?

Even better!

Even though he's a manga reader, he'll still read whatever you recommend to him

He'll always give his honest opinion

But if he doesn't like it, he'll be sure to let you down gently

"Oh... How did I like the book you recommended? Well... It's not really my thing. B-But don't be sad! There's t-tons of books you recommended that I liked!"

Poor boi doesn't wanna hurt your feelings🥺🥺🥺

Protect this wholesome boy, he loves you with all his hearttt

Byakuya Togami

Loves that you love to read like he does

His types of books are super heavy, complicated stuff

Stuff like Finnegan's Wake is nothing to him

He doesn't mind if you prefer reading lighter stuff, though

But he will try to get you to read something that's tougher than what you're used to

If you do enjoy heavier stuff, cool

Also doesn't mind if you're mute

I hc that he already knows some sign language, so he's prepared

But he'll allow you to teach him what he doesn't know

Byakuya is a very quick learner

With you, he's not afraid to admit he doesn't know something

You guys often read together in the library

Even though it's mostly silent, Byakuya loves sharing these moments with you

He loves having you in his presence

Sometimes, he'll look up from his book and watch you, enthralled in your own book

And he can't help but smile

And when you look up, and give him a smile of your own?

He just m e l t s

Overall, 10/10 relationship, Byakuya is super soft for u

Chihiro Fujisaki

Also not much of a reader, he's more into programming

But he'll read whatever you recommend to him

When you guys have a book that you both like, he'll program an audiobook into one of his creations, and you guys listen to it while cuddling

One of his favorite moments with you

You often hang out in his room and read while he's programming

Also doesn't mind that you're mute

I don't think any of the guys would, honestly

He will use a program to learn sign language

Also finds a way to program sign language into his creations

Alter Ego loves you btw-

At some point, he starts spending a LOT more time in his room

You worry he lost interest in you, until he runs up to you, looking like a tired mess, with the energy of a small child

He tells you that he made a voice box for you

He spent days in his room giving it upgrades and making it super advanced

You're stunned

So THAT was why he spent so much time in his room

'So you didn't lose interest in me?'

You sign to him

His happy and excited demeanor changes to a shocked one

"W-What? N-no, never! Why would you think that?"

'Well... Because I'm mute.'

His face falls as he takes your hands in his

"I'll never leave you, especially for something like that. I just wanted to help you, so you wouldn't have to use sign language anymore."

Using sign language isn't a bad thing of course

He just wanted to make things simpler for you

You're not sure if you want to use the program or not, but you're grateful he made it for you

If you do decide to use it, this boi is thrilled

If you like it, he's soooo happy🥰

He'll help you adjust to speaking, and make whatever changes you want

20/10 relationship, this bean will do anything for you🥺🥺

Leon Kuwata

This boy is anything BUT a reader

Thinks it's boring and for nerds

Teases you a little bit for being a nerd, but it's out of love don't worry

If you somehow find a book that he enjoys, he is VERY thankful

Starts reading more because of you

Asks you to teach him sign language

He's a slow learner, but he tries his best

After a while, he becomes somewhat fluent

We all know he doesn't give six flying fucks about baseball, but if you're interested, he'll reluctantly teach you

But honestly? He would rather read

You often hang out in his room reading while he plays video games or practices guitar

Gets SUPER excited if you're interested in learning

He dreams of being a musician, and he will take all the help he can get

But the love of his life?

Even better!

He'll help you learn guitar, and you help him with sign language

Y'all are an awesome team

And you find him some music books to help him learn guitar

This boi couldn't be any more grateful

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Also loves to read

His taste in books is classic literature kinda stuff

Lord of the Flies, Moby Dick, A Tale of Two Cities, etc.

Also enjoys poetry

Also reads War and Peace when he has time

But he can't read Finnegan's Wake to save his asshole-

Loves that you love to read like he does

Asks a LOT of questions

What books do you like? What book is your favorite? How long have you loved reading?

Then remembers that you're mute and feels embarrassed and apologizes

He's a very quick learner, so he'll be glad to learn sign language from you

After two days, he's fully fluent

You guys spend a lot of time reading together

Or reading while he's studying

He will read ANYTHING you recommend to him

Anyone who loves reading as much as he does has to have a good taste in books

You guys also listen to audiobooks while cuddling

You take turns choosing books

Overall, also a big bookworm

He is very passionate about you and his relationship with you

15/10 relationship, Taka is loud and proud

Mondo Owada

Again, not a reader

He finds reading to be boring

Will begrudgingly read a book you recommend to him, though

If you give him a book he likes, or dare I say, loves, he acts like a big tsundere about it

"Oh... That book you lent me? It was...! It was alright, I guess. It wasn't nothin' special. But uh... Is it alright if I hold onto it?"

You can totally see through his tsundere facade

Mondo's not fooling anyone

Especially not you

Even when you give him a book he likes, he still doesn't read that often

He would rather play video games or ride his bike

With you of course

Tries to learn sign language, but he's not good at it

His hand gestures are messy and hard to understand sometimes

He's trying okay

He'll just ask a lot of yes or no questions

Believe me, he's trying his best

He loves you a lot, and he is very soft for you

Yasuhiro Hagakure

This guy is a bit of a dumbo-

He just doesn't read-

He'll try to read whatever you recommend him, but try not to give him anything super long or complicated

And don't give him both or he'll fry his brain

Also-

About sign language...

You thought Mondo was bad?

This man is unteachable

If you manage to teach him something, he'll forget it

He's trying, but it just doesn't work for him-

He's not a bad bf tho

Even though he's a bit of a dumbo, he's super sweet

You guys usually spend your time cuddling, or you read in his room while he's fucking around with his "crystal" ball

He loves and cares for you, and he's supportive of you no matter what

Hifumi Yamada

He's not as into reading, unless it's manga, but he'll read whatever you recommend to him

He'll give his honest opinion, and if he doesn't like it, he'll thank you for helping to expand his reading interests

Helping him figure out what he likes and doesn't like definitely plays a part in that

If he finds a book he likes, he's sooo happy omg

Even if he does expand his interests, he still prefers manga

Speaking of, he's asked you to read every manga he's ever written

He wants your honest opinion, but he's literally s w e a t i n g

If you like it, he's overjoyed!

If you don't, he's disappointed, but willing to listen to whatever constructive criticism you have

Asks you to teach him sign language

More like begging actually

Not a particular quick or slow learner

When he learns, he learns

He learns quicker than Hagakure tho-

If you're a manga reader too, he's ecstatic!

Asks you every possible manga question

Favorite type? Favorite trope? Favorite romances?

Overall, he is in deep love with you

If you're a manga reader, and you have a talent for writing, y'all are literally partners in crime

Sweet and romantic, and a supportive bf

Bonus: Monokuma

Oh boi-

This dude-

He doesn't read, doesn't bother to learn sign language

He is fun to be with tho

Whenever he's not clinging onto you demanding cuddles, you guys go out and cause chaos

Whether that's throwing eggs at people's houses or peeing in someone's flowers

No matter what you guys do together, you're wiped out by the end of it

He has fun with you too

Even if he doesn't read, he loves clinging onto you while you read

Sometimes you guys play video games, or just be lazy and cuddle together

He will not let you go anywhere when he's sleepy

Don't bother trying, his grip is too strong-

Even if he won't learn sign language, he doesn't mind that you're mute

He'll ask you a lot of yes or no questions, or you can write on paper

And he won't let anyone give you shit for being mute or for being a bookworm

Overall, a very fun and chaotic relationship, but also loving and attentive

#danganronpa x reader #makoto naegi x reader #byakuya togami x reader #chihiro fujisaki x reader #leon kuwata x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #mondo owada x reader #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #hifumi yamada x reader #monokuma x reader

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mrsmount16 · 3 years

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Can you write a mason fic where he breaks up with you but regrets it when he sees you with someone else and fights to get you back until you eventually agree to take him back? I love your writing xxx

Yep, this one took so long for me even though its not that long😬. Not my best either.. but thank you for the request🥰!

Warnings: None.

You and Mason had been finished for about four months, and honestly it had been rough for you since you both parted ways. You missed him. So much. You had every valid reason to, he broke up with you. His reasoning was that he didn't want to feel 'trapped' and wanted to hoe around while he was still young. Angry wasn't even the word to describe your feelings after that. You felt stupid and humiliated and like you should've seen the signs earlier and cut it off yourself.

You always said how you wouldn't let it affect your life though and it hasn't, you stayed true to yourself. You still went to the places that you would go together, and when the memories flooded back you pushed them away like you always did and thought about how much he hurt you. Chelsea matches were also always attended, you did that even before you met him. Chelsea was a big part of you and you was no way going to let a man alter your actions because of a stupid thing he did to you.

Dating was something you didn't want to do either right now. You much preferred to stay at home with a box of chocolates and love island playing in front of you on your tv, sitting in a dark room with the company of your dog.

You friends disagreed with your ideologies however, and thought that a woman as pretty and kind as you shouldn't be moping around in a dark room all day by yourself and they insisted over and over that you get back out there. Normally, you just ignored them, and this is what you did this time, but unfortunately, this is what got you into this predicament in the first place..

You thought you were going to a Chelsea match with your friends, which you were but there was a catch that you didn't know about. Blue streaks ran across your face and your Chelsea shirt was on followed by your scarf and white puffer coat. You sat down at your seat, super excited, like every game. The girls conversed with the boys next to you, which you didn't think nothing off, they said how they knew some people who were going and that you would be introduced but you never really cared for it. They stepped away for a few, saying how they needed to go to the 'toilet' but when they didn't return for 20 minutes and you was standing around by yourself you knew something was off.

B✌️- The view is better over here, I suggest you stay there and talk to the guy next to you, you got introduced earlier, remember?

You - R u serious? I came here with you guys, not to go on a blind date.

B✌️- Oops, sorry!!

You didn't care for what they said, you was mainly annoyed that they did it but you wasn't going to go over there and talk to them, you was going to be petty and hold a grudge. You ended up speaking to the guy, you both found it funny and quickly cleared the air that you didn't want a relationship and he totally understood and agreed with it. Laughs and smiles were exchanged and he was all around fun to be around, completely taking your mind off the whole Mason situation.

About 75 minutes into the game, Chelsea scored a goal. You hardly even noticed and did your celebrations together, hugging and cheering with the rest of the crowd. You didn't realise your ex had scored and that he was looking directly at you when he ran over. You was too busy talking and you didn't care anymore for it.

The rest of a game went by quick, your friend had left and you was now waiting for your sneaky bunch to come back over so you could leave yourself. Your head was buried in your phone, there was a buzz around the stadium that made you happy, Chelsea did just win and you couldn't be more excited.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out. You knew exactly who it was and you didn't want to hear it anymore. You groaned, turning away to maybe see if he would just go away.

"Y/N!" He repeated, your mood suddenly dimmed, but you looked over and did an awkward smile, seeing Mason jog up the steps to come over to you.

You sighed, rolling your eyes a little and moving your body to face him. You wasn't happy now, and you made sure that he knew it.

"Look, I know you don't want to speak to me," He started, panting slightly.

"Yeah, not really." You stated, pulling your coat together by the zips and crossing your arms.

"But, I just want to apologise. What I did was so wrong and stupid and I regret it everyday. I wanted you and had you and threw it away because I was being childish and silly. I took you for granted and,"

"Mason, what do you want?" You interrupted, growing impatient.

"I just want to talk with you somewhere, I want you to hear me out and I know i'm asking a lot and words won't fix anything but i'm willing to do anything and everything for you."

"It's going to take more then that." You scoffed. "You actually hurt me, do you think that's going to make up for how you made me feel?"

"No, I know it's going to take more than that and i'm willing to prove that i'll do whatever for it. Just one chance, I don't want to see you with anther guy, you should be with me, celebrate with me, learn stuff and grow old with me."

"Okay." You stated. "Whatever." Is all you could manage. You felt like you wanted to give him the biggest hug and just cry. You knew that he was already forgiven and you hated yourself for doing it so easily, but you wasn't going to let it be easy for him. Even though he might already have you, he doesn't have to know it, and you wanted to test him with how much he can prove himself and how much he wants you back.

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lovelivingmydreams · 2 years

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How about 8aB?

(“I need you to roll with it and not ask questions”, Cursed, College)

Any ship you want, I just wanna see what u come up with ^w^

cw: cursing, kissing, Janus making bad decisions and owning up to them too late. Some anciet and Roceit but Prinxiety endgame. Because I'm me.

Virgil was not happy to see the cluster of preps standing in front of his college apartment.

“Do you mind?” he grumbled. The students chuckled but let him through.

“Tell Romeo we're ready to party ok?” one called after him before Virgil shut the door. “Charmless. Your dumb rich friends are at the door! In ten minutes they better be someone else’s problem or I’ll be a problem to them!” he called out to his roommate as he started unpacking the groceries. They’d been stuck together for two years now and honestly, it wasn’t all bad. They’d figured out each other’s boundaries and for the most part both parties didn’t get in each other’s way. Roman could take his cue when Virgil was overwhelmed and couldn’t handle loud singing and Virgil knew when Roman was nervous and didn’t need him to get on his nerves. Things like that. Virgil would go as far as to say he liked having the confident theatre star as a roommate. On certain days he preferred his company over anyone else’s. Some of his friends though… He could do without. “Tell them I changed my mind! I’m not going out tonight!” Roman called back from the bathroom. Virgil paused. Roman’s voice sounded off. “You sure? You know I’ll have to bring out the mean face to get those stuck ups to leave?” he reminded him. “Yes! Do whatever! I can’t leave right now!” Okay that sounded kind of close to panicky. That wasn’t just Virgil overthinking. And so Virgil put down the margarin, picked up his water gun filled with red water paint and opened the door, hiding the weapon out of view. “He’s not feeling well,” he said. The prepies whined and made a move to enter anyway. Virgil picked up his prep deterrent. “I said, he is not feeling well. Some other time.” And just like that they were gone. He had made good on his threats in the past when they’d been too loud in the living room while he was trying to study. Roman had been at the center of his wrath at the time. He closed the door and put the water gun back in its spot. “They’re gone!” he announced as he walked back to the kitchen to continue with the groceries. “As predicted they didn’t listen until their precious designer clothes were under threat,” he added. “It’s not the clothes It’s the damn spots that stick to your skin for weeks,” Roman grumbled, still hiding in the bathroom. Had he manifested acne again? Good thing Virgil had remembered to get a refill of that glamor cream. Roman was a very talented performer. Singing and acting were his passions. The later caused his magic to manifest how he viewed himself on any given day, which was a hassle to deal with when he was insecure about a date and stuff like that. When Virgil first learned his roommate was a singer, he’d immediately invested in noise canceling headphones. He did not want Roman to accidently charm him while singing in the shower. Virgil didn’t blame him for the occasions when it did happen. Passion spells were often unintentional. Virgil regularly conjured while sketching or transmuted while doing stage make up. And apparently he had unintentionally altered the paint in his watergun somehow. It was kid safe paint. It should wash off easily. “What do you mean?” he called as he closed the fridge and scratched his familiar Zoë, who’d risen from the shadow between the fridge and the cupboard, behind her ear, making the ink black cat purr. “Anywhere that paint of yours touched my skin, even trough my clothes, I had scarlet spots for weeks! Not until we talked it out did they disappear. Do you know how exhausting it was to consciously glamor myself 24/7 all that time?” Roman complained dramatically, followed by a low frustrated curse. “Dang. Sorry about that man. I didn’t know,” Virgil said, genuinely feeling bad. “I know scare amor,” Roman sighed. “I got a new pot of that glamour cream. You might be able to catch up with your friends,” he offered picking up the pot in question and heading to the bathroom. “No!” Roman shouted so hard that Virgil jumped and Zoë hissed. Virgil nearly dropped the pot. “Sorry,” Roman said, his voice coming from right behind the door. “It’s just… I don’t think it’ll help this time,” he explained more quietly. Virgil frowned. “Well… Whatever it is I might be able to do something with my brushes?” he

offered. “You… You don’t ever cast passion spells on purpose,” Roman pointed out. It was true. When your passions are art related, casting a spell intentionally meant being vulnerable. And Virgil hated being vulnerable. But Roman had seen him cry while watching Lilo and Stitch and had seen some of his more personal artwork, the ones that came to life. “Well, sure. But I’m not going to deal with you moping about all night if I can do something about it,” he explained awkwardly. “I… You don’t have to. I’ll figure it out,” Roman reassured him. Virgil could hear a displeased humming. “Ow! Zim! Cut it out!” Roman complained. Virgil looked down to Zoë who looked displeased. She glanced up at him and meowed and Virgil felt her message through their bond. Something was seriously wrong with Roman. “Roman… Let me help,” he pleaded. A moment of silence passed. Then a sigh. “I suppose I have little other choice… Okay. But on one condition,” he said, nerves clear in his voice. “I won’t laugh,” Virgil promised. “Not that… It’s… I need you to roll with it and not ask questions. Okay?” Roman pleaded. Virgil was a bit taken aback by that. Fine. He’d play detective if needed. He just needed to see what it was that had Roman so upset. It couldn’t be his usual overdramatic self. Zim sounded upset, and Zoë seemed to think it was serious too.

“I promise,” he said. A moment passed before the door opened. Virgil immediately spotted the problem. Though he had to admit, his hands were itching to create something that awesome. “You can say it. I look hideous,” Roman said. His hazel eyes, now with slitted pupils, looked miserable as there appeared even more scarlet and gold scales around his eyes. Each glistening like small jewels in the soft deep blue glow given off by Zim. Roman touched the new scales and let out a defeated sigh. “Actually I think it looks really cool. But I assume you haven’t been letting another make up artist practice on you…” Virgil frowned. “If I find out who did this to you, I’ll kick their ass though,” he vowed. There were only two ways this could’ve happened that couldn’t be solved with Roman’s usual remedy. Either someone got into his head and made him cast an exceptional strong glamor on himself. Or someone cursed him. Virgil suspected the latter. Something felt different about Roman. When you share an apartment with someone and see him practice songs and lines, you get acquainted with their magic. The way you get to know their voice and stuff. Someone else’s magic was on Roman. And judging by his mood, he was not okay with it. “Come on and sit down. I’ll get some stuff,” he said as he led Roman to the couch. Roman, surprisingly, kept quiet as Virgil hurried to his room. Zoë already sat on his bed with the charm necklace he needed in her mouth. “Thanks,” Virgil said as he took the old piece of jewelry from her mouth, giving her a scratch behind the ear which she happily accepted. He heard a distressed humming at his ear. “Yes, Zim. I’m hurrying up,” he muttered as he collected not his makeup bag but his sketch bag and his old rune book just in case he needed to double check his work. Which he probably would anyway. Zim was a darling really. Playful and always cheery. But, as familiars tended to be, they took the health and wellbeing of Roman very serious. In their relationship that usually meant getting Roman to take care of himself, a task Zim often managed to get Virgil involved in somehow. The artist thought that maybe Zim and Zoë were teaming up on the matter. Forcing both Roman and Virgil to take breaks by making them help each other out. Devious little monsters. Zoë would never admit to it though, and Roman was too soft on Zim to seriously try to get the truth out of them.

Virgil headed to the living room, avoiding the fairy light like trail left in Zim’s wake. It was something he did out of politeness. He was not entirely sure if it would actually hurt Zim’s feelings if he’d walk through them, but he felt like they appreciated the effort regardless. “Alright,” he sighed as he sat with Roman and put down his bag. “Let’s see.” He offered the necklace to Roman who took it with a confused frown. The stone on the necklace immediately started glowing a light almost yellow green. “Transmutation,” Virgil muttered. “I’d really hoped for illusion. I don’t expect that to be news to you. You probably feel those changes,” he told Roman as he took back the charm. “That means this thing is legit then,” he concluded. He shook off that thought. “Anyway. More importantly. This means that you are cursed, as I suspected. And that means that this won’t blow over overnight. So, rather than a quick fix, I’ll try for a more long term solution. I can’t undo the curse, I don’t known nearly enough about it. But,” he retrieved his sketchbook. “I can hide it from the world. Or try at least,” he offered with a shrug as he started sketching a ring from different perspectives. He’d never tried to conjure something through his drawings before, but he knew the theory and now was as good a chance as any to give it a shot. “… I don’t understand,” Roman stated. “What exactly Princey?” Virgil wondered as he checked over the guidelines. It looked right. Good. Now he could focus on the actual design. He’d have to observe Roman more before he even began worrying about the rune inscriptions. “Anything. Why are you helping me like this?” he demanded. Virgil looked up at Roman’s frustrated tone, just in time to see his eyes widen in horror as more scales appeared. “No! Why does this keep happening!?” Roman exclaimed, causing even more scales to form. It was like he was wearing a scaled mask, going from eyebrow to cheekbone from temple to temple. His nose flattened to just two diagonal-ish slits. Virgil studied the scales forming. Those were no ordinary scales. “Those are dragon scales… I wonder if it worsens every time you show traits associated with the ancient dragons of old. You know before the peace pact, back when they were all about conquering and stuff,” Virgil noted. “Like what?” Roman sighed. Virgil wondered how much Roman knew but was unable to tell. Considering it was super illegal to curse someone, like you could get your magic bound away if you got caught, curses that were cast usually included a little clause that kept the victim from revealing any information concerning the curse or the caster.

This caster was very thorough considering Roman was worried about even hearing a question about his condition. “Pride, Vanity, Temper, Greed,” Virgil listed from memory. Dragons had cooled down a lot over the centuries. Though witness reports stated that while they weren’t as volatile as in the past, they were still quickly insulted and easily flattered.

“So… I can’t be proud of any of my work ever again? I can’t get upset at anything? I’m not allowed to be put off by how this affects how I look?” Roman surmised miserably. Virgil frowned. “There’s got to be a way to fix this. I’m going to make sure you can still get to classes and hang with your friends. And we can research together and stuff to see if there is a way to reverse it,” Virgil promised while focusing back on the drawing. “And, as for why I’m helping you. Of course I am. I know filing a complaint through official channels is probably not an option to you. It would be a stain on your reputation for the rest of your life. We might not get along all the time, but I guess you got me to warm up to you somehow charming,” he said teasingly, feeling his sincere care and wish to help his roommate seep into his drawing. Good. “Virgil… Thank you,” Roman said, sounding moved. Virgil looked up to give a teasing remark but faltered in surprise as he saw several layers of scales fade. Roman blinked in shock as well. “Wha… How?” he wondered. Virgil shrugged. “Maybe because… I don’t know. Maybe being the opposite of the stuff that causes the scales makes them go away. You were sort of humble when you thanked me. Not sure though.” Roman frowned. “So if I lose my temper, I grow scales. If I keep my calm, I’ll lose them?” he reasoned. “Seems right,” Virgil nodded as he went back to sketching. “Now if you want there to be some actual magic in this… Here’s your chance to get me talking about myself,” he pointed out. “You did say there were more questions,” he recalled. “Um… Yes… You don’t have to answer though. It’s probably none of my business… Hey that helped too!” Virgil chuckled. Roman was such a child, so unapologetic in his excitement. He envied that sometimes. “Anyway. Um… So that necklace that told you what was going on with me… That’s expensive stuff,” Roman pointed out. Virgil halted for but a moment. He knew there’d come a day when Roman would put it together and asked. And he never planned to lie when he did. He’d just secretly hoped it would never come up. “And I saw you get in a limo when you went home for break a few times. And you are here. In the gated apartments of a prestigious college in the same building as kids of dignitaries and politicians and all kinds of rich and famous people. But you… You are so against all of that. You hate my ‘preppy’ friends. And you talk like someone who’s never had the money to buy a nice designer bag,” he listed. It kind of sounded like he’d put all these pieces together for a long while now. He’d just been respectful of Virgil’s privacy. The curiosity finally got to him it seemed.

Virgil sighed.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to… how does that help?” Roman wondered sounding surprised. Virgil looked up and indeed. Roman’s scales now formed raccoon like markings around his eyes.

“Thank heavens. I never appreciated having a nose until now. Don’t know how Voldemort put up with it,” Roman breathed in relief. “Why did that work though?” he wondered confused. Virgil thought about that for a moment. “You want the answers, but you don’t demand them. The person who cursed you doesn’t know you very well. It’s like they based the entire thing on a surface level impression of you. To be fair, it took me a few days to see there was more to you than I initially thought. Mostly thanks to Zoë and Zim who decided we’d be cool with each other once we gave it a chance,” he smiled fondly as he watched Zoë distract Zim by playing tag with him. Roman’d had a heart attack the first time he’d seen that. It had caused something of a fight. But it had been Roman who’d come to apologize once he’d heard from Zim that it had all been in good fun. After that, things had started to go better. People always assumed that the two couldn’t stand each other. Their familiars couldn’t be more opposite. A shadow traveling cat and a luminescent hummingbird? Seemed to spell trouble. But Virgil had noted, that day when they were both making an effort to be nicer for the first time, that they were both creatures who were stubborn enough to just figure out a way to get what they want. Be it flying upside down and hovering to get nectar or bending in weird ways to sit in the spot they wanted. Somehow that had sparked a fun but heated debate and hours later they were somehow sitting in the couch watching a Disney movie together and arguing and laughing. It was time he let his roommate know more about him. He had to. It was the best way to lower his guard and let his emotions flow so he could actually pull this whole conjuring thing off. “My parents are good people. Hardworking. They had a decent house just big enough to house three, but it was ours,” he smiled as he recalled those early memories. The lines on his paper glimmered with his magic pouring in. “But then dad got sick. And there were a few bad investments, scams really… It got bad. They would feed me before themselves. I’ll never truly know how much they denied themselves to spare me. But bills had to be paid and… Zoë made the decision my parents knew had to be made soon,” he cleared his throat to keep tears from blocking his voice. “I was seven when I entered the system. A few months later… Zoë was so pushy about me keeping my chin up and venting through drawing. That was when my drawings first came to life. It got people’s attention. Usually a seven and a half year old doesn’t have so much to deal with that they can pour it in a crayon drawing… Anyway I didn’t like any of them and Zoë made it very clear that she would make life a living hell for anyone who took me against my will. But then there was Mr. Storm.” Roman let out a soft gasp. “Famous multibillionaire, CEO of GreenStream energy productions, sponsor of some of the greatest artists of this time and generous donor to all the genuine charities in existence, Storm?” he verified. “Yep…” Virgil nodded. Remembering the man sitting down with him in simple, worn clothes and asking about what he was working on and what he liked to do. Zoë appearing from the shadow of his bag and him chuckling once he recovered from his fright. No yelling, no anger or offence. He was glad he came around. “He’s… He’s my foster dad. My parents are kind of getting there again. But they just manage to make ends meet and they won’t accept support other than the stuff they are legally entitled to. You know, since they pay taxes and all. And Mr. Storm is kind of like an extra dad. Sort off. So he still makes sure I get wherever I want to be in life. Sometimes, I feel bad accepting his money and stuff. He takes me to benefits and stuff sometimes to show me off, cause he’s like legit proud and stuff. It’s this joke where we’ll leave and he’ll ask if I still feel bad for accepting his money cause we both know I hate those gatherings but come along because I wanna do something back plus I always meet someone worth meeting… So yeah. I went to a preparatory

school like all of you. But I hate people who act like that. I don’t like how you act when you’re around those stuck ups either.” There. That must be sufficient soul bearing nonsense right? The drawing looked good. He just needed to inscribe the runes and will it to life and they were done. He paged through his rune book, he was pretty sure which runes he needed but he had to get them exactly right so he rather have references at the ready.

“You… You probably weren’t too wrong about who I was when we met,” Roman admitted after a moment of silence. Virgil glanced up in surprise. Roman wasn’t looking at him. Just touching the remaining scales, staring at his lap. “Back then… I was so used to people liking me and wanting me to like them the moment they learned my name. And then there was you. You weren’t impressed and you called me out on my crap. That one thing you said, about making my parents my whole identity… That really stuck with me. So when meeting my theatre group I approached things differently. And it got me friends there I honestly like to hang out with a lot more than my ‘preppy’ friends. I really appreciate you checking me on my BS,” he told him. Virgil felt his face flush. “Yeah, likewise I guess. You weren’t wrong when you called me out on being too guarded. I literally made most of my friends here out of spite,” he chuckled, marking the pages he needed and started on the inscription. “I’m glad I got stuck with you of all people here Princey,” he added as he perfected a line. “I really like that one. You only call me that when you are impressed with something I did, or when you are being nice… When you are being sincere. It makes me feel like we’re friends,” Roman confessed softly. It seemed his roommate wanted to return Virgil’s vulnerability in kind. Virgil looked up with a quirked brow. “We are friends dummy,” he pointed out. Roman’s smile was so… God damn it this idiot. Making him all mushy… “I’ll deny I ever said that. But. I mean, we have movie nights and like, when life crushes us with lemons we help each other up. I think that makes us more than roommates,” he shrugged focusing on the drawing again. “I guess you are right…” Roman agreed. A moment of comfortable silence settled over them as Virgil finished his work. “Okay. Let’s do this,” he said as he closed his eyes and focused. “Virgil! It’s gorgeous!” Roman exclaimed. Virgil opened his eyes and saw that the golden ring with a ruby red stone nestled in rosepettals at it’s center had come to life. The runes were so small they’d be barely noticed by someone who didn’t know to look for them. “Well, it had to look like something you’d wear. Tell people it was a present from an admirer,” Virgil suggested. He saw Roman hesitate. “It’s not a lie,” Virgil assured him awkwardly. Roman’s eyes widened at that but he didn’t push for more. “Go ahead, put it on,” Virgil insisted. Roman nodded and the moment the ring settled his eyes seemingly went back to normal and the last of the scales seemed to vanish. Roman shot up and ran to the bathroom mirror. “By the stars!!!” he exclaimed. Virgil was getting up, collecting his things when he was scooped up and spun around. “Virgil you magnificent mage! I’ve never looked this good!” Roman exclaimed. “Roman, breath, personal space,” Virgil grunted, though he couldn’t help a smile. Glad to have his excited friend back. “Glad you approve,” he said. “Guess that talking about your qualities and stuff made the spell show you your best or something. I don’t know,” he shrugged. The runes were supposed to create a glamor based on how Virgil saw Roman. But since he was thinking of the things he liked and that he cared about him and stuff like that while inscribing the runes, that base image might have been embellished a bit. As he was put down he studied the result more closely. Maybe the color of his hair was a bit more vibrant? There was a glow to his skin and his eyes were shining with emotion. But that was just Roman. “We still need to figure out a way to break the curse. But for now this might do,” he said. Roman nodded. “Absolutely. Thank you Virgil. I can’t begin to tell you what this means to me,” he said. Virgil shrugged. “You’d do the same for me,” he stated. Not doubting that for a second. Roman was a good guy like that.

“I swear,” Roman vowed seriously. Then his expression went back to excited. “So. How about we watch some movies?” he suggested. Virgil frowned. “Don’t you want to catch up to your friends? It’s only been an hour. You can still make it to whatever party you were going to and have fun,” he pointed out. Roman shrugged. “I could… But I think watching movies with you is a better use of my time than partying with them,” he stated. Virgil nodded thoughtfully. “Sure. Let’s go.” They got a lot closer over the next few months. Roman picked up his social life again, but he was more selective with who he spent his time with. When Virgil asked Roman pointed out that the curse did bring to the surface who was bringing out the worst in him and curse or not, he rather not associate with people who made him act like that. This meant that Roman was in the apartment a lot more. Allowing them to spend more time together and soon, Virgil would say that Roman was his closest friend. He’d been far more open with him than with any of his other friends that’s for sure. Virgil had contacted a friend of Mr. Storm who specialized in curses and didn’t ask questions. They’d provided the curse detecting charm when Virgil first learned about curses and got worried about encountering them without his knowledge. The only cure they could provide right away, was what they’d already learned. Humility, generocity, temperance ect. Without studying the curse up close that was the best they could say. They were at the other side of the world and wouldn’t be back for a few months. Knowing that they had it under control for now and that the curse didn’t seem damaging, they couldn’t abandon their current good will project.

So they’d have to wait and see, and hopefully stumble into the cure on accident. Roman seemed to have it under control though. The curse barely bothering him anymore with the glamor in place. Virgil was still worried though. He felt a bit bad every time he went out to hang with his friends on nights where Roman had no plans of his own. What if something happened? He wasn’t stupid. He could see that there was another reason for him to want to be close to that loud, obnoxious, charming, handsome, kind… Yeah. He’d always been attracted to him. Roman was stupidly handsome. But now there were real actual feelings and Virgil could not indulge in a stupid crush and risk losing the first person his age he’d really been open about himself with since he was eight. Still he felt bad for running away from his feelings and leaving Roman behind in the process. Roman assured him that he didn’t want his condition to put a damper on either of their junior years. Which helped a little… He was a lot less convincing about that when Virgil started going out with someone he met in the library, looking for books on protective and healing magic. Their name was Janus. They were charming and there was something about them that triggered Virgil’s senses in a pleasant way. The safe kind of dangerous. Intriguing enough to make his fledgling crush on Roman move to the very back of his mind. Roman was a bit protective of Virgil’s well being too nowadays it would seem. He’d stay up when they went out, often clearly exhausted when Virgil came back home. This led to Virgil trying to come home at a decent hour, which Roman insisted was unnecessary. Which brings us to Janus’ car around midnight after a nice date at the movies. Virgil and Janus were laughing at some dumb mushy scene. “That was great,” Virgil concluded. Janus grinned. “It certainly was. Was it good enough for a kiss?” they wondered coyly. Virgil chuckled and leaned in. Very soon they were making out on the front seats. And then a sharp insistent meow interrupted them. Zoë was not okay with Virgil kissing Janus, that was made clear every time they got a bit too carried away. Which was kind of the main reason Virgil hadn’t made it official yet. He trusted Zoë and until Jay came clean about why the feline was so suspicious of them, he couldn’t take that next step, no matter how much he’d come to like them. A hiss came from Jay’s shoulder. Bud, Jay’s snake familiar was not happy when Zoë ruined things for his master. “It’s okay Bud,” Janus sighed, though he was clearly a bit put off. As usual. Never enough to make him give up on Virgil though. He must really enjoy what interaction Zoë did allow. Zoë looked at Virgil and let out a sad meow. Virgil frowned. Something was wrong. “Jay, I gotta go. I think Roman might be more sick than he admitted to earlier,” Virgil said, getting out, without another word. Jay had picked him up at the apartment a few hours ago, meeting Roman for the first time. It was an awkward conversation, Roman trying to soothe a protective Zim. Roman’d been having a rough day today and Virgil had almost canceled the date a few times. Roman had nearly pushed him outside insisting he was fine. Virgil had known it was a lie then, and now he wished he had stayed. “I’ll call you later!” He shouted over his shoulder as he hurried inside, praying Zoë just wanted him out of the car. He took the stairs, not patient enough to wait for the elevator. Soon he came at his apartment, gasping for air. Zoë appeared from his shadow sniffing at the door and looking up, hairs slightly raised, body guarded. That was not good. Virgil was as quiet as possible when he unlocked the door. Just in case Roman was sleeping. When the door opened he felt a cold draft. Like it was the middle of a new York winter and they’d left all the windows open. Thing was, this was Miami. Even in the dead of winter it didn’t get that cold here. Virgil stepped inside and his mouth fell open. Their apartment looked like the inside of a cave. It was damp and cold and echoey and everything! He felt Zoe nestle in the shadow

of his jacket pocket, just solid enough to be a comforting weight. Virgil walked in slowly, trying not to make any noise. The cave has the general shape of their apartment. Sort off. Virgil finds himself in what used to be the living room, now a dark damp cave with the floors littered with gold. Glowing crystals providing some light. He could hear streaming water on his right. No doubt their bathroom was turned into a river or a pond with a waterfall or something else you might see in a cave. He felt a warm wind from the left, the kitchen… If that was a lava pool now, he did not want to know.

What he was most worried about were the two spaces ahead of him. Their rooms. Roman was likely in his own, the center of the dragon lair clearly. Figuring that ignorance was bliss and his room would be back to normal once he got to the bottom of this anyway he walked to the narrow passageway that was once a door and… Nothing. Heaps of treasures of course. Scrolls and jewels and stuff like that. But no Roman. Did… Did that mean. He saw something flicker in his peripheral. He turned around and saw a trail of light leading out of the room. Virgil followed it to the room next door, his room. He carefully glanced around the corner. This room was filled with glowing purple crystals and gorgeous art. Most, but not all, by his hand. He’d never framed his works though. Instead of his bed there was a massive bed sized cushion of indigo velvet. A figure laid on it, curled up under a black silk blanket. A lighttrail circled around it and then led up to a crystal where Zim was perched. Virgil was about to call out but then his phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket. Janus. He picked up. “Jay I can’t talk right now,” he whispered as he approached what used to be his bed. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Bud got restless when you left,” Janus explained. Bud might have sensed just how worried Zoë was. “I’m fine. Roman’s just really under the weather. I really gotta go,” he said. Then his foot hit something. He looked down. Oh no. What was the ring doing on the ground? Virgil picked it up and kept moving forwards.

“You don’t need to talk. Just… Just stay on the line please,” Janus insisted. “Why?” Virgil wondered as he finally reached the bed, kneeling down and reaching for the blanket. “Because…” Virgil was only half listening as he pulled the blanket away. Oh, this looked bad. Roman’s entire face was scaled up. His ears were pointy, his hair turned to spikes. He even had horns and a muzzle. Virgil gently nudged Roman. His roommate insisted his mere presence was humbling enough to chase away the curse. Which honestly got Virgil blushing and feel some butterflies kick up a storm in his stomach. But more importantly it meant that Roman needed him right now. “Ro,” he whispered. Roman’s reptilian eye snapped open and his face turned to Virgil attentively. “Because I cursed him,” Janus confessed. This barely registered to Virgil as Roman let out a screech and tackled Virgil to the ground. “Holly frick!” Virgil exclaimed as he dropped his phone and was pushed to land on his back, the draconic face of his roommate so close Virgil could see his reflection in Roman’s eyes. Roman let out another screech. This time Virgil could swear it sounded vaguely like ‘home’. “Uh, yes bud. I’m home,” he agreed gently. Roman screeched again and Virgil heard something move… He looked to the side… Roman had a tail… And wings, and claws. Oh and by the way, the tail was wagging. “Uh, happy to see you too Ro. Can, can you get off now?” Virgil asked tentatively. Roman had other ideas though and started sniffing him. Growling lowly at what he found. Virgil’s mind raced. He hadn’t switched any of his soaps and stuff up or anything. He felt Zoë nuzzle his cheek and let out a soft sound. And Virgil was grateful for the familiar bond that allowed him to understand her intention exactly. “Oh. You don’t like that I smell off Jay…” Roman growled harder. “Not saying their name. Got it…” Man, Roman really didn’t… Oh god. “Jay cursed you,” Virgil breathed as Janus’ last words on the phone finally registered. “Roman, I’m so sorry,” Virgil breathed. His thoughts spinning out of control. Had Janus just been using him to get close to Roman? To hurt him more? “I’m never seeing him again Ro. Or just once to make him pay for this. I promise I’m through with him. I never would have started anything if I’d known. I’m so sorry,” he whispered softly. Roman crooned softly as Virgil gently stroked the scales under his eyes. Then he suddenly perked up. His ears twitching and his muzzle moving to a snarl. He dashed forwards, towards the living room. Virgil got to his feet as fast as possible and followed him. Roman stood in the living room growling at the front door where none other than Janus stood, hands raised, shocked at the sight in front of him. He looked around and relaxed as he saw Virgil appear. “You’re okay,” he breathed, moving to approach for a moment before Roman’s growl stopped him. Roman’s posture was defensive. It was heartbreaking to watch him on all fours, the clothes he’d been wearing torn due to the transformation. He was roughly the same size he had been. Just European Dragon shaped. “A lot better off than you’ll be when I’m done with you,” Virgil growled, Janus’ face fell. “Babe…” “You don’t get to call me that anymore!” Virgil snapped. “You lift the curse you put on Roman and you get out of our lives if you know what’s good for you. Next time I’ll see you I’ll make you regret toying with us like that!” Virgil exclaimed, unable to hold off the tears in his voice. He heard Roman whine worriedly as Zoë circled around Virgil’s legs in comfort. “If Roman wasn’t between us right now…” he said not sure what he’d do. “Virgil. Please… It’s not what you think,” Janus pleaded. “Then what is it! Not that I’ll believe you at this point!” Janus flinched back at Virgil’s harsh tone. “I… Roman and I met in highschool. He taught me the ropes of acting… He thought I wanted to join theatre… He thought I was into him. I was… But when he realized I used what he taught me to make myself out to be likable to others he was appalled. He assumed everything I’d ever told him was a lie

too. Shortly after that I switched schools since word got around that I was basically a conartist. A master illusionist… You caught my eye a year ago and I was trying to figure out a way to introduce myself, get off on the right foot before I showed the rougher edges… But Roman caught me while I was doing research…” Roman hissed.

“He’d have me call it spying, but I was merely inquiring others about you and observing you while you worked make up… I was in disguise those times because I was not ready for a meeting yet and if you saw me and talked to me as me before I was ready… In any case he didn’t know who I was interested in but he wasn’t going to let me do it my way,” Janus explained. “I got upset. I believe I said something about him not being a saint himself and that I could prove it. I cursed him. I knew he was your roommate, just my luck, and I figured that this way, he couldn’t talk to you about me. And he would likely avoid you and stay out of my way in general so I could work myself up to meeting you and well… You’ve lived through the rest,” Janus sighed. “Drop. The. Curse,” Virgil said through gritted teeth. “I did,” Janus sighed as he showed him a broken charm. From Virgil’s research he’d learned that like with most long lasting spells, when they got broken by the castor or otherwise, the object containing it broke. “Then…” “Roman’s an actor. He’s too deep in his role. I didn’t think… I didn’t know us being together would affect him that much. The curse barely seemed to affect him in general,” Janus argued. “It seemed that way yeah. Cause I made him a glamor charm,” Virgil bit. Showing the ring. Then he turned his attention to Roman. “Roman?” he said softly. The dragon turned to him, his eyes nervous. “I’m not afraid from you buddy. Don’t worry. I know you wouldn’t harm me. Things must’ve been so hard for you the past months. But you didn’t complain. You made sure I was looking after myself. You were so selfless and brave. You know that?” Virgil swore he heard Roman purr at that. “I was sure he’d attack you for coming into his lair… But if he doesn’t see you as an intruder… Of course. That explains why he reacted so strongly tonight. You’re his crown jewel,” Janus realized. Virgil stiffened. He’d researched dragons since the curse expert warned that if Roman got a bad day so to speak he might express more dragon like behavior until he managed to lessen his symptoms. Dragons tended to have a favorite treasure. Their crown jewel. They’d give it a special place and even now, anyone who even looked to closely at that particular treasure, would evoke the dragon’s wrath. “He has feelings for you,” Janus pointed out. Virgil flushed bright red. “Ro… Is that true? Did you really endure me dating someone while you had a crush on me?” he asked tentatively. Roman’s ears fell back against his skull and he looked away. Looking about as embarrassed as a dragon could. “Ro… That’s ridiculously selfless Princey. I don’t know if I could’ve handled that,” Virgil said softly as he knelt down and stroked Roman’s muzzle. Roman purred again and nudged the side of Virgil’s face gently with his nose. “I’ve got you. I know you are scared right now. But I won’t abandon you. I promise,” Virgil swore before, in a moment of complete madness and selfish excitement, placing a kiss on Roman’s nose. And just like that Roman lit up in a blinding way and when Virgil’s eyes adjusted they were in the living room. Both human. “Hi,” Roman said blushing bright red. “Hey,” Virgil replied a bit awkwardly. Then his head snapped to Janus. “I know… I deserve it,” Janus sighed as he raised his hands in surrender. “I hope you’ll find happiness Virgil. And that someday, you’ll believe that I really did like you,” he said in a sad voice before heading out. Closing the door. Virgil relaxed. That was a mess and a half. “Virgil I’m so…” “No need. You couldn’t tell me if you tried. And you are more important than whatever I had with him,” Virgil insisted, though it still hurt.

“Movies?” Roman suggested. Virgil chuckled. It was late and he probably should go to bed. But if he did right now then his mind was going to drive him nuts. “Sure,” he said. He wasn’t ready to talk to Roman about feelings either of them may or may not have. And when he was ready for that conversation he might not be ready to start dating right away. He wasn’t sure about a lot of things. But he did know that Roman would likely be a part of the rest of his life. As a friend or a partner? Only time would tell.

@moonlightshow00 @naturallyunstablegamer @alias290 @meowthefluffy @frida0043 @angelic-cali @selenechris @theblackveilinreverse

#prinxiety #ts sides #virgil sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #fic #prompt

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forbidding-souda · 3 years

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nsfw alphabet for gundham please? tysm!

NSFW A-Z with Gundham Tanaka

I got you!!!

Some of them are copy and pasted from past posts bc I’ve done them before

-Mod Souda

A - Aftercare

He has kind hands, ones that can hold you.

His ability to communicate is not the best, but he is willing to take criticism.

Cuddling is still a really weird thing for him. He’s stiff and can’t take the skin on skin contact for more than an hour.

B - Body part

To touch? He likes to run his fingers up and down your naked back. He feels every curve, every muscle, and lets his index finger trace your spine. With each of your breathes, your ribcage expands, his hands following the rhythm.

The pain of his fingernails digging into your shoulders with each of his trusts reminds you of the small red lines you still have from the night before - trailing from your shoulder blades down to the curve of your ass.

C - Cum

Okay let me get this one out of my system. But like,,, overstimulating this fucker?? womp womp womp. You have to wrap his hands up so he won’t try to hold onto you. Just watching him squirm is enough.

But the lewd noises that leave his mouth are all you need to make sure he won’t stop cumming. Even when it’s sensitive, and he’s begging for a break, you won’t stop until he can barely talk anymore.

By the second time you’ve made him cum, over twenty minutes has passed. He can still hold up his fight.

Still call you pet names and bite his lips with an anxious laugh.

But by the fourth, or fifth time, you just smile while listening to his wet ah’s.

D - Dirty secret

He likes smells. Things like slick, cum, sweat, or even your breathe when you pant against his lips.

The smell of you getting home from a run, where the sporty clothes you wear are so easy to peel off.

E - Experience

Zero. None. Nada. Absolutely none.

Doesn’t even like watching porn or other couples kissing.

He’s like ok *walks away*

Not much of a contact person to this day, too.

F - Favorite position

From behind. Yeahhh.

It helps him with the anxiety, since you can’t see him.

He doesn’t have to worry about you judging him. There’s no need to be self conscious from that angle.

G - Goofy

Not very goofy, and if anything, he takes it surprisingly seriously. He doesn’t think of sex as a fun activity, or something to do to spend time.

H - Hair

I think he cares a lot about the hair on his head to not care about his body hair.

I’m also thinking that he probably doesn’t even have that much.

I - Intimacy

He’s very tense, and a little drawn back. Always clenching his fists and biting his lips.

Only when he’s overstimulated does he let go of himself fully, letting his tongue fall out of his mouth as his whole body loses all of its battle.

J - Jack off

He hardly ever. Like, it’s such a rare occasion. But he has to be completely isolated. No background noise. Nothing to distract him from himself.

He makes sure to barricade the door so no one can get in. He likes to masturbate bent over, usually with his shoulders on the bed and the rest of him stiff. With one hand stroking himself, the other hand will grasp the bedsheets in an attempt to release the pleasure somewhere else.

K - Kink

He likes having his hands tied together by his own scarf. To be forced down by something so sentimental to him is almost irresistible.

Humiliation is something that edges him without effort. He gets flustered easily, almost too easily, and it’s something you take advantage of.

L - Location

The guest room, since it does not home his hamsters. He would not want his precious babies watching the lewd actions he does.

M - Motivation

This mf gets turned on just by hearing your shower run. The idea of you being naked, even not in a dirty sense.

He can’t help but let his mind wonder at it.

He just loves showering with you. It’s almost the only thing that keeps him going.

He gets turned on the moment the two of you are isolated, and in the situation where you stand right in front of him, putting your hands on his sides.

The contact is so sexually passive-aggressive. Like you’re holding him in place. Smaller things, like both of your hands on his shoulders, throws him into shock for tiny seconds.

N - No

Any type of animal play. Things like cat ears or the petnames kitten or puppy.

He does not find the idea of animals to be sexy. At all.

O - Oral

Not really a taker or a giver. He doesn’t like the idea of it, and would much prefer using his hands.

With that, he can dig his face into the crook of your neck as he does.

P - Pace

Very rough, even if it’s unintentional. Even his kisses are rather aggressive.

He is just a big hunk of a man.

Q - Quickie

No way. None at all, unless he manages to drink Teruteru’s altered soup again.

R - Risk

.. A little.. he likes risk a little bit. He likes the way it makes his heart increase.

Gives him a high without the touch of others.

Makes him feel a bit empowered whenever the two of you get caught.

S - Stamina

Has a really good stamina, surprisingly. A very powerful man.

Once he starts enjoying himself, it’s hard for him to calm down. He’s obsessed with the way you kiss and the curves of your body. So beautiful to him. All he wants is to grip onto the headboard and kiss all over your collarbones.

T - Toy

Hhhhhhhhhh the first thing that comes to my mind of course is vibrators <3.

Do I think this man is a bottom? Yes.

Okay, wait another idea just came to my head.

Because I don’t think Gundham is a very contact-y sexual person, so what if instead of penetrating his partner himself he just uses a vibrator on them.

Omg I might be on to something there.

U - Unfair

A bright smile comes to his face whenever he hears you whine against his rough kisses. He is such a tease when he feels confident enough. Your noises fuel him more than anything.

V - Volume

He isn’t loud unless you’re the one taking control of him. Usually, when he’s dominant, he is focused on you, and not himself. But the amount of ah’s that fall from his lips when you play with him is infinite.

W - Wild Card

I’m just gonna use this to say why do people think he’s into pet play ya’ll PLEASE- animals are like his escape route from his horrible childhood why would he be sexually attracted to something animal-related I am HORRIFIED.

X - Xray

HEhehherbejhkrbfkjehw

I feel like his shit is long as hell.

He’s packing ngl.

don’t argue with me because you won’t win

Huge titties huge dick

Y - Yearning

Nah, I don’t think he would go out of his way to seek out sexual things. Kisses are even hard for him to get through at times. Is he touch-starved? Yes. Does he want to be touched? Not all of the time.

Z - Zzzz

More breathless than tired.

Will still get up to feed his animals and make sure they are okay - as if they would get worried that he was gone for so long.

#Gundam Tanaka #sdr2 gundham #gundham tanaka x reader #GUNDHAM TANAKA

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idnek83 · 3 years

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Can u write something about soudam wedding?

I’m sorry this took like 3 weeks to answer, but here you go: 4.3k word worth of Soudam wedding ramblings.

(This is for a western style wedding by the way)

Wedding Planning

Neither of them know what they’re doing, cus neither of them ever really spent much time thinking about weddings growing up, much less their own weddings lol

So one day, after they’re engaged, they’re just hanging out with some friends. They’re on a couch, Soda’s laying with his head in Gundham’s lap, just vibing, then their friends start asking about what they have planned. They both kind of look at each other and shrug, cus they have planned literally nothing, they just know they kind of want to get married on their anniversary, but that’s really all they’ve got lol.

Sonia like presses them for ideas cus they must have at least some idea of what they want, right?

Soda looks up at Gundham and is like ‘probably lots of black stuff, yeah?’

Gundham nods and looks down at him ‘perhaps with vibrant accents in your preferred colors as well?’

Soda’s like ‘Oooh and we could have like an animal theme maybe?? OH! OR A ROBOT ANIMAL THEME????’ and Gundhams just like ‘whatever makes you happy’ and they throw out a couple more terrible ideas while Sonia silently suffers lol.

Eventually they’re laughing at their own stupid ideas and Sonia is just glad they actually realize their ideas were dumb and they didn’t seriously want a goth robot hamster ice sculpture lol. They admit they don’t super care how it all goes down, they both just want to get married and have fun with all their friends at the reception.

Sonia offers to take care of the planning and stuff with her team of professionals (Yes she has a team on wedding planners okay, she’s the kind of person who has been planning her wedding since she was 9 and also she’s a princess so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). She seems really excited and Soda and Gundham really don’t know what they’re doing so they agree to let her handle it as long as they get the final say on things. She immediately starts rambling about all her ideas and Soda and Gundham just kind of chuckle and smile at each other.

Suit shopping

Fuyuhiko takes them suit shopping. They go together, they aren’t too concerned about keeping their outfits a secret from each other and they figure it’ll be fun to watch each other try on all kind of different things. Sonia comes too of course.

They start kind of idlily browsing sample suits (they’re getting custom suits made, Fuyuhiko wouldn’t hear otherwise) and Sonia asks what kind of suits they’d like to see each other in. They both stop and look at each other, and Fuyu rolls his eyes cus they’re just blatantly checking each other out lol.

Eventually Soda shrugs and is like “I don’t really care. As long as I get to see Gundham looking hot as hell in a tux I’m good with whatever” and Gundham kind of tilts his head and is like “So you would prefer me to wear a tuxedo?” Soda is dumb as hell and doesn’t realize Gundham is not using ‘tuxedo’ as a synonym for ‘suit’ like he was, so he gets super blushy and is like “Oh. I-I mean if you were thinking about a dress instead that’s cool too.” And Gundham’s eyes just widen a bit because he was not thinking about wearing a dress but now he’s thinking about Soda in a big, white, full skirted wedding dress. Soda is picturing Gundham in something a little more fitted with a high slit. They’re both just blushing and staring at each other until Fuyu clears his throat and tells Soda that a tuxedo is a type of suit, and he’s pretty sure that’s what Gundham meant. Soda just hides his face in his hands and apologizes. Gundham comes over to kiss his forehead and tell him it’s okay, and eventually they get back to looking at suits lol

Gundham’s done pretty quick. He does end up picking a tuxedo, and I’m not great at fashion but Just picture something black, very gothic, and a tiny bit extra haha. Soda super excited to see it once it’s done being made, cus Gundham already looked amazing in the sample suit. He maybe gets a little emotional looking at his fiancé all dressed up knowing it’s for their wedding, but nobody says anything and Gundham just smiles at him softly.

Soda has a lot more trouble. He doesn’t want to ruin their wedding by wearing something tacky so he’s trying to stick to traditional black. But every time he comes out and looks at himself in the full length mirror he can’t help but feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t look like himself, he thinks he looks like some kid borrowing his dad’s suit for prom.

He’s on like the 12th sample suit, he’s trying all kinds of styles and different lapels and undershirts/vest combos but he still just feels like trash in all of them. This suit fits him like a glove, accentuates all of his best features, and he honestly looks so good in it. Sonia and Fuyuhiko are telling him as much, along with whatever staff are around.

But Soda still doesn’t feel like himself. And Gundham can tell.

Gundham comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist and they both just look at themselves in the mirror for a moment. Gundham makes a point of frowning as he looks at the suit and Soda laughs at how obviously exaggerated it is. It’s the first time he’s genuinely smiled in at least an hour.

“What’s wrong, babe? Don’t like it?”

“Hmm… perhaps if it was yellow… maybe blue?”

Soda laughs but he feels a little self conscious. He really doesn’t want to make their wedding tacky, but he just doesn’t feel right in such… boring colors. He tells Gundham as much. Gundham hums and kisses his cheek, still holding him from behind, and asks to see color samples for the suits materials while Soda insists he’ll be fine and he’ll just get used to the black.

Someone brings Gundham a collection of cloth samples, and he finally separates from his fiancé to stand in front of him and hold them up, one by one. Soda is insisting black is fine the whole time. Eventually Gundham stops, holding up a sort of deep red, and tilts his head. Soda looks at the color; he likes it, but he’s still worried it would be kind of tacky. Gundham asks for someone to bring him a jacket in that color.

He puts it on Soda and grabs a black suit jacket and a red tie for himself, before standing next to Soda and linking their arms. Soda looks in the mirror and, hey, that’s not too bad, the red actually looks pretty classy, and paired up with Gundham’s tie it looks…

He starts crying, but it’s mostly relief and happiness. Fuyu laughs at him but tells him he looks good and Sonia just smiles while Gundham pulls him into a hug. They order the 12th suit in red, and every time Soda tries t apologize for being so difficult Gundham just shuts him up with a kiss lol.

Wedding Traditions and Stuff

They start talking about wedding traditions one day after having a conversation with Sonia about how the wedding plans are going. The first thing that comes up is the whole ‘bride walking down the aisle’ thing since, obviously, there isn’t gonna be a bride. Gundham suggests they both just walk out together, but Soda kind of wants that moment where he’s standing at the alter and gets to watch Gundham walk down the aisle towards him. Gundham just smiles and kisses him and says he’s like that too.

Soda suggests they take dance lessons or something so they can have a cool first dance. Gundham says they can if he really wants to, but he would rather just be able to hold Soda close and sway to the music without having to worry about memorized steps. Soda blushes and agrees, he mostly suggested it cus he thought Gundham would like it anyways.

Neither of them really care about name changes. They both offer to change theirs, but in the end they just decide to keep their own names.

Sonia (jokingly) mentions being disappointed because there won’t be a bouquet toss, and Chiaki (also jokingly) responds that Gundham should just toss a single rose into the crowd like tuxedo mask. He agrees to do it (not jokingly)

They both write their own stupid sappy vows, it’s not even something they have to discuss.

Hajime is Soda’s best man, Sonia is Gundham’s. She insists on being called ‘best man’ instead of ‘maid of honor’ or ‘best woman’ because she likes the way it sounds lol.

They pick a very classic décor theme, but add in a lot of black accents for the aesthetic✨

They decide to do that thing where they spend the night before the wedding apart and don’t see each other again until the actual ceremony.

Bachelor Party

Soda wasn’t planning on having his own bachelor party, he figured they could just have like a joint bachelor party at their house or something because he loves his fiancé and prefers to party with him lol. But then Fuyuhiko, Hajime, and Nekomaru are carrying him out the front door while Gundham casually waves and tells him to have fun lol (They absolutely got Gundham’s permission before kidnapping his man haha).

(Gundham invites Sonia over for wine and calls it his bachelor party. They watch the bachelor and laugh about how funny they are.)

Soda is thrown in the back seat of one of Fuyu’s fancy cars with blacked out windows and yells at his friends for like the whole trip while they just laugh at him lol. They eventually get to a bar and Soda is just super relieved it’s not a strip club, Hajime tells him it’s cus Gundham wouldn’t let him, but Fuyu and Nekomaru insist it’s cus they have more class than that. (Whose lying? You choose lol).

They get a table and a round of shots as soon as they get inside. It’s actually pretty laid back as far as bachelor parties go, they mostly just sit and talk, and get Soda gushing about his soon to be husband lol. At one point, after a couple drinks, they do like a chugging contest for the first time since they graduated uni and Soda wins. Fuyu is just like ‘wtf when did you get so good at this?” and Soda is like “Well, thanks to Gundham I’ve gotten really good at swallowing” and everybody just fucking groans while he loses his mind laughing lol

As the night goes on Soda just gets sappier and sappier and starts complaining about how much he misses his boyfriend. Nekomaru pats him on the back and is like ‘he isn’t even your boyfriend anymore, he’s your fiancé’ and Soda just light up like ‘yeah… I’m so lucky…’ before he stops and his eyes go wide. The other guys kind of look at each other, confused, before Hajime’s like ‘uh, you good dude?’ and Soda’s just like ‘oh my god, he’s my fiancé! We’re gonna get fucking married next week!! Holy shit that means he’s gonna be my husband! I have to tell him!’ and the guys just laugh while he dials Gundham.

Gundham is surprised to get a call from Soda and gets a little worried, so he answers like ‘is everything alright, my paramour?’ and Soda is just like ‘Holy shit Gundham! Did you realize we’re gonna be husbands??!?’ and Gundham just laughs and relaxes while telling Soda that, yes, he did realize they were going to be husbands lol

Soda just rambles away on the phone about how excited he is to marry Gundham and how he promises to be a good husband and how much he loves him. The other guys roll their eyes and decide it’s probably time to call it a night lol.

When Soda gets home he immediately attaches himself to Gundham and tells him how much he missed him lol. Gundham just pets his hair and gets them both ready for bed as he asks if Soda enjoyed his bachelor party. He says his favorite part was when his fiancé kissed him good night, and Gundham just rolls his eyes and does it haha

The Wedding

Soda is super nervous the night before (not in a ‘I’m not ready for this’ way, he’s just excited and scared he’s gonna say/do something dumb or that something terrible is gonna happen and ruin the whole thing) and he ends up calling Gundham from his hotel room at like midnight and talking about all his worries (“What if I say ‘I don’t’ by accident and we have to do the whole wedding again?” “What if I have to pee in the middle of our vows?” “What if we get to the ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part and like, Nekomaru suddenly decides he’s in love with you? There’s no way I could take him in a fight!”). Gundham smiles as he reassures Soda that whatever happens, they’ll get through it, and that he doesn’t really care what happens, as long as he gets to call Soda his husband by the end of the day.

They fall asleep telling each other how excited they are.

In the morning their respective best men wake them and help them get ready. Gundham styles his hair up and Soda puts his in a low ponytail, and they both put on their fancy new custom suits (They both got ties to match each other’s suits too haha). They’re both a little nervous but Hajime and Sonia are ready with all kinds of compliments and reassurances, and they get both grooms out their doors and on the road right on time.

Gundham gets to the venue first, and he’s a little taken aback by how good it looks. Sonia gushes about all the little details while Gundham just half listens and thanks her. He’s looking at the flower arrangements sitting in classy black vases, the chairs covered in white cloth held in place with black ribbon, and noticing all kinds of subtly gothic touches Sonia added to the décor. Soda may have been worried about making the wedding tacky with his suit, but Gundham had been worried about making it tacky with shitty gothic decorations. He’s amazed with how well Sonia managed to pull it off. He grabs both her hands and sincerely tells her that he loves her and that she is, and always will be, his dearest friend. They both get a little teary and hug it out haha.

Then Hajime ruins it by kicking in the front door and saying something like ‘Gundham you look hot as fuck, but get out of my sight right now so I can bring your stupid ass fiancé in. Also, hey Sonia, great job decorating.’ Lol

Sonia and Gundham head off into a little room to wait for the ceremony to start, and Hajime heads back out to get Soda. When Soda gets inside he’s just as impressed by the décor as Gundham was. He thinks it’s all very Gundham and he loves it. Hajime tells him he tried to get Sonia to throw in some hot pink roses for Soda and Soda is just like ‘thank god Sonia didn’t listen to you.’ Lol

Soda just heads right into the main hall, just taking in all the amazing décor until his eyes land on the wedding arch. He stares at it and it just really hit him that this is happening. He’s about to marry the love of his life. He’s about to be able to call Gundham his husband. He’s about to be Gundham’s husband. He starts tearing up and Hajime pats him on the back, smiling ‘Come on, ya big sap, lets get you married’

Hajime gets Soda up to the front to take his place under the arch and Sonia comes out to see how things are going. Everything is pretty much ready and the officiant is ready to go, so Sonia heads back to Gundham’s room and the officiant signals everyone to take their seats so they can get things started. Soda’s regained his composure in the tie it took everyone to settle down, and Hajime gives him one last pat on the back before he takes his place to the side and the music starts.

Soda looks up as the door opens and he sears the image into his mind immediately.

Gundham looks amazing, he always does, but there’s just something extra to it in that moment. He’s glowing, Soda decides, and as their eyes lock he feels himself tearing up again. It only gets worse as Gundham gets closer, it’s not long before he’s full on crying. He’s jut so overwhelmed with love and happiness, and he almost wants to sip all the vows and wedding rites and just be married already.

Gundham’s not doing much better. He’s vaguely aware of their friends and family waving to him and complimenting him or congratulating him as he passes, but he’s way too focused on Soda to really care. He looks so handsome in his deep red suit with his hair tied back, and he’s frozen, clutching his hands in front of him nervously the way he had been when Gundham entered. Gundham want’s to run to him, sweep him off his feet and just declare them married himself, but he manages to hold himself back. He doesn’t hold back his tears nearly as well though, and a few roll down his cheeks before he makes it to the altar.

When Gundham gets to Soda he immediately pulls him into a tight hug, Soda wrapping his arms around him just as quickly, and then they’re both laughing through their tears. Gundham gently strokes Soda’s hair, careful not to mess it up, and kisses his forehead. Sonia scoffs to let Gundham know he’s on thin ice for that, she’s very into wedding traditions, but lets it slide since it technically isn’t a real kiss lol.

They eventually pull themselves away from each other a bit and try to wipe away each other’s tears at the same time. It’s a little awkward but they’re happy and don’t care, they just keep staring at each other as they finally step back, still holding hands, and signal to the officiant that they’re ready to start.

Soda says his vows first, it’s on purpose, he wanted to go first cus he knew he would be too busy crying after Gundham’s vows haha. He’s like shaking really hard when he starts, cus he hates public speaking and he’s embarrassed to be so sappy in front of all their friends, but as he talks he watches Gundham light up and it just gets easier and easier, until he’s only shaking from the effort it’s taking not to kiss his groom.

Everyone is expecting Gundham’s vows to be long winded and extra extra, but to their surprise they’re pretty straight forward. Gundham explains, as part of his vows, that he doesn’t need extravagant metaphors to express his love and he wants to speak plainly and clearly, in hopes of expressing how clear his feelings for Soda are (he said he doesn’t need metaphors, nut technically the whole thing is a metaphor lol). Soda is in fact crying well before he finishes, and the only things that stop them from kissing once Gundham stops talking are a stern cough from Sonia and a disapproving tut from Hajime lol

The officiant does their thing, Soda and Gundham requested a shortened version of the usual spiel cus they didn’t want to have to stand through a stupidly long ceremony, but even that feels way too long to them haha. When they get to the ‘speak now or forever hold you peace’ part, Gundham raises a non-existent brow at Soda before gazing pointedly at Nekomaru for a second. Soda snorts and laughs and nobody else gets it, but no one speaks up either haha

Gundham is the first to say ‘I do’, then Soda nearly cuts the officiant off with his own ‘I do’ before they can even finish the question haha. The officiant basically steps out of the way while saying ;you may now kiss cus they can tell these two have no patience lol.

They both lean in before the officiant even finishes speaking. Their lips meet and Soda wraps his arms around Gundham’s neck while Gundham pulls him in by his waist. Their friends are cheering and clapping and both of them are crying again.

They both smile and laugh as they part and make their way back down the aisle, thanking all their friends and family, before heading outside to get some photos taken.

Photos take literal hours (wedding party, friends, family, just them, each of them separate, each of them separate with friends, separate with family, now each individual family member with both of them and each of them separately, etc, etc), and they’re both pretty tired by the end of it. They end up heading back to Gundham’s little waiting room to take a nap together.

Sonia sends Mahiru in to get a picture of them cuddled together on the little couch. Both of them have their suit jackets off, their ties loose, and a couple shirt buttons undone. Soda is lying between Gundham’s legs, head resting sideways on his chest and drooling a little. Gundham as his arms wrapped around Soda’s back and his cheek is pressed against his hair. One of Gundham’s legs is dangling off the front of the too narrow couch, along with one of Soda’s arms.

Despite how sloppy they both look, it’s one of their favorite pictures from their wedding day.

The Reception

When Soda and Gundham wake up from their nap like an hour later, they spend like a solid 20 minutes just tenderly making out being all ‘hey you’re my husband now and I’m gonna keep saying the word husband until we’re both sick of it’ haha (neither of them get sick of it). Eventually Sonia and Hajime come get them, Hajime makes a comment like ‘haha save something for your wedding night guys’ and Sonia is just bluntly like ‘yeah, you two will have plenty of time to fuck later’ lol

They all grab something to eat before the reception because Soda and Gundham have barely eaten anything all day.

Their first dance is literally just them holding each other and kissing and swaying to the music, and Soda is so glad Gundham didn’t want to take dance lessons cus he doesn’t want to do anything but hold and kiss his husband in that moment. After the first dance the champagne starts flowing freely and formal atmosphere dissolves pretty quickly lol

Gundham and Soda have both ditched their jackets and are alternating between chatting and laughing with their friends and rocking out on the dance floor (they’re terrible dancers but it’s their wedding and no one is allowed to judge them lol). They’re both kind of acting like they’re drunk but they haven’t actually had that much to drink, they’re just stupid happy. They keep sneaking off to make out, only for Hajime or Sonia to drag them back lol

By the mid night Gundham has lost his tie (They threw it on the ground during one of their make outs and both of them forgot lol) and Soda has some fresh hickies on his neck, and Sonia and Hajime decide they’ve fulfilled their socialization quota and finally release them lol. They thought about getting a hotel room, but they both agreed they would rather just spend their first night as a married couple in their own bed.

The Wedding Night 👀

(suggestive but not explicit)

They start making out the second they get in the limo (courtesy of the Kuzuryu family) to take them home. They can’t keep their hands off each other, but they manage to keep their clothes on for now haha.

Once they make it home they’re stumbling over each other to get to the door, but then Soda freezes when they get it unlocked and Gundham is just like ??? Soda looks at him wide eyed and is just like ‘I want to do the thing’ and before Gundham can figure out what he means, Soda literally sweeps him off his feet and carries him bridal style into their home. Gundham just laughs and lets it happen.

Soda throws Gundham onto the bed and jumps on top of him, resuming their earlier make outs for bit before Gundham pushes him back. Its Soda’s turn to be like ??? but Gundham just says he has a surprise for him and heads off to the bathroom.

Soda is 100% expecting lingerie, but when Gundham steps out in a lacy white baby doll with matching white panties and stockings he nearly dies from joy.

Gundham says he noticed the way Soda had reacted to the idea of him in a wedding dress during their suit fitting and went out to buy this outfit pretty much right after. Maybe it wasn’t quite a wedding dress, but it definitely had a bridal feeling to it.

Once some of Soda’s blood makes it back up to his brain, he smirks and points out that Gundham doesn’t really qualify for the whole wearing white on your wedding day thing’ and Gundham’s like ‘hmm, really? Better make sure, just in case’

It’s all really tender, filled with reverent kisses and I love you’s and a couple of happy tears, and by the end of it both of them are completely naked and cuddled up, smiling as they look at the new matching gold rings adorning their fingers.

They both fall asleep thinking about how excited they are to spend the rest of their lives together.

#Soudam #Soudam wedding #replies #anon #Soudam ramblings #I wrote this in bits and pieces over a few days so I'm sorry if theres inconsistencies #this is longer than all my fics except 'Aid' jesus #I didn't even mention everything #why do I do this to myself #I could have just done the wedding but nooo #brain said I had to talk about all the lead up too #oh well it was fun #hope yall enjoy my suffering #fluff

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TF2 Mage AU

A Team Fortress 2 AU where magic exists and I change the storyline.

Hi! I don’t post here often, so I thought I’d change that by posting something that’s been occupying my thoughts for a while: a TF2 mage AU! When I discovered that a mage AU didn’t exist (at least, not any that I could find), I just had to take it upon myself to make one of my own. So, here are all of the ideas I currently have for the AU! Note that (eventually) this will become a written story. How long that will take, I have no clue. I still need a plot (if you have any plot ideas please please let me know; I’m desperate).

Basic Premise/World Info

The premise of the AU is, obviously, that mages exist. When people reach a certain age, they are allowed to start learning a single type of magic. There are many different magic types, ranging from elemental magic to dark magic. When a mage reaches a certain skill level, they are given a Familiar. They do not get to pick their Familiar- their Familiar picks them. They then keep their Familiar as a pet. The Familiar’s state of health, life span, and mood are synced with their owners (so for example, when their owner is sick the Familiar is sick, when the owner is sad the Familiar is sad, when the owner dies the Familiar dies, etc.). There are some people who choose not to take up a type of magic. These people are creatively referred to as Nomages, and in some cultures are looked down upon (though the same could be said about Mages).

Some things to clear up about the altered side of the AU are 1) The BLU team does not exist; I never saw a need for the two teams, and having them both just leads to basic and generally overused plot lines, 2) Australium doesn’t exist!! No immortality crap, 3) Gray Mann is the younger brother of Redmond and Blutarch (Red and Blu are still twins) and does not have a ridiculous story of him being able to talk since birth and being raised by eagles and whatnot, and 4) Saxton Hale is not very important to the plot. In fact, he’s actually dead in this AU. I wasn’t going to include him at all because I don’t like him and I couldn’t figure out how to fit him in, but a friend of mine actually had a cool idea for him being dead that I’ll elaborate on later.

Anyways, with all that out of the way, it’s time to introduce the characters!

Characters (headcanons and other details will be saved for asks)

Offense Classes (Elemental Mages)

Scout

Name: Jeremy Andrews

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Boston, Massachusetts, USA

Age: 27

Magic Type: Wind

Uses his magic to move faster, jump higher, and knock back enemies. I’d imagine he’d also use it to propel himself past or over enemies to land in front of or on top of them.

Decided to learn wind magic for basically the canon reason: he wanted to get the upper hand in fights, and also wanted to manage to beat his brothers to fights. So, instead of Speed magic, he decided to take up Wind magic since not only did it make him faster, but it is a great tool for fighting.

Soldier

Name: Jane Doe

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual, he really has no preference

POB: Minneapolis, Missouri, USA

Age: 50

Magic Type: Earth

Uses his magic to reach high places and throw literal boulders at people; basically a replacement for his RPG.

Took up earth magic to thereotically assist him in WWII (because if he’s a mage, they’d have to accept him, right?). He also found being able to throw destructive boulders to be incredibly helpful in any fight.

Pyro

Name: ???

Gender: Nobody knows, everybody just refers to them as a they or an it.

Sexuality: Aromantic asexual

POB: ???

Age: ???

Magic Type: Fire

Fire.

Idk what to tell you man they just really like fire.

Doesn’t have the optical mask; they see everything as it really is, but their behavior towards fire and death and destruction remains the same. They still like unicorns and rainbows.

Defense Classes (Trait Mages)

Engineer

Name: Dell Conagher

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Mostly straight, but he leans both ways. Ultimately, he doesn’t care much about relationships.

POB: Bee Cave, Texas, USA

Age: 43

Magic Type: N/A (Nomage)

Doesn’t see a need to learn magic, he already has enough skill in the engineering field.

Was mainly hired because his family worked for the Admin’s family for decades. And also because, y’know, he’s one of the smartest people on the planet.

Heavy

Name: Mikhail 'Misha' Morozov

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

POB: Dzhugdzhur Mountains, Khabarovsk Krai, USSR

Age: 57

Magic Type: Strength

Uses his magic to make himself inhumanly strong whenever he so chooses. This means he can switch from oh so gentle to strong enough to crush bone in seconds.

Took up Strength magic after he escaped the gulag to better protect his family, should the need arise.

Demoman

Name: Tavish DeGroot

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Ullapool, Scotland

Age: 49

Magic Type: Leaping

His magic basically just lets him jump really high (higher than Scout can go with his magic). This lets him shoot/throw grenades/bombs from more effective and destructive distances.

Mostly took up Leaping magic just to get his mom off his back about him learning magic. His father was a Leaping Mage, so Demo simply followed in his footsteps.

Support Classes (Arcane Mages)

Medic

Name: Dr. Ludwig Humboldt

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

POB: Stuttgart, Germany

Age: 45

Magic Type: Necromancy

Familiar: Archimedes - Dove

Uses his magic to revive people, heal people, and communicate with the dead.

Took up the controversial art of necromancy to aid in his job. This eventually cost him his medical license.

Ngl I'm super excited to write Necromancer Medic I'm really happy with this concept help

Sniper

Name: Mick Mundy

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Whyalla, Australia

Age: 28

Magic Type: Shadow

Familiar: Hunter - Australian Shepard

Uses his magic to teleport into and transform into shadows. This is helpful for sneaking in between watchtowers and passing people unseen.

Began learning Shadow magic before he was even a sniper. He has always been an introvert and wanted to be able to get through crowds unseen and hide from people without being found.

Despite his young age, he already has a Familiar. He's just that much of a professional.

Is actually from Australia and the Mundys are his birth parents.

Spy

Name: Eugène Baudelaire

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Bordeaux, France

Age: 46

Magic Type: Mind

Familiar: Jacques - Birman

Uses his magic to read minds, bend wills, and use telepathy. These abilities all have some limits, but they are incredibly useful nonetheless.

Always enjoyed being sneaky and deceitful as a child, and as he got older he started learning Mind magic. This combined with his cunning nature and Dell's cloaking technology makes him one of the most stealthy and dangerous men in existence.

Although he denies it, he loves Jacques more than anything or anybody else. He'll often let the cat curl up on his lap while he's reading a magazine in his smoking room.

Other Characters

The Administrator

Name: Helen Callaway

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Aromantic asexual. People are horrid.

POB: Bristol, UK

Age: 56

Magic Type: N/A (Nomage)

Runs Team Fortress and uses them for her own needs.

A family friend of the Manns who took over TF after all the Mann brothers were m y s t e r i o u s l y murdered.

Miss Pauling

Name: Allison Pauling

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Closeted lesbian

POB: Like. America or something. (Madison, Wisconsin for now idk)

Age: 31

Magic Type: N/A (Nomage)

A close friend and long-time assitant to the Admin. Eagerly helps her run TF.

Redmond Mann

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: England or somewhere, idfk. The Manns are British or something right?

Age: 89

Magic Type: Fire

Before his and Blutarch's death, he ran the RED team. After his death, the remains of his team consisted of only Pyro, Engie, Demo, and Spy.

Never used his magic. They only reason he learned Fire magic was to try to get the upper hand on his twin.

Blutarch Mann

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: Ditto

Age: 89

Magic Type: Ice

Ran the BLU team before he died and the two teams were merged. After his death, his team consisted of only Scout, Soldier, Heavy, Medic, and Sniper. Since he had more people on his team at the end, he counts this as a win for him.

Also never used his magic. Learned Ice magic also to try to get the upper hand as his brother. Their magic types basically cancelled each other out, so this was not helpful in the slightest.

Gray Mann

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight, but couldn't care less

POB: Ditto

Age: 84

Magic Type: Shadow

Familiar: Delta - Bald Eagle

After he murdered his older brothers, he took over TF Industries and merged RED and BLU to create Team Fortress.

Took up Shadow magic in preparation for the day he would get what he wanted. It also comes in handy for literally anything illegal.

Saxton Hale

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

POB: A U S T R A L I A .

Age: 37

Magic Type: Strength

Ran TF Industries in its early days alongside the Mann twins before he died.

Learned Strength magic to better wrestle animals. That's it.

Idolized by literally only Soldier. Everybody else is like "Yeah no that guy was an idiot."

Wow. That was a lot to write, and I did it all in one sitting. It is late. I am losing the ability to comprehend any thoughts.

So anyways, I'd love to hear your guys' thoughts on this!! It's a heavy WIP, so I'd appreciate feedback and suggestions ;) Also, please feel free to submit asks about the AU!! It'd help a lot with its development! Also, plot ideas would be MUCH appreciated. Literally the only thing that ever prevents me from writing is my inability to come up with a plot. So if you have literally ANY ideas, please do submit them via an ask! I'd love to hear them, no matter how stupid you think they may be!

That's all for now! I'll post writing and art for the AU whenever I get around to that. Stay tuned, and please do send me your thoughts! I'll see you all later ✨

#tf2 #tf2 au #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 administrator #tf2 miss pauling #mage au #alternate universe #tf2 mage au #necromancer medic #sniper would totally name a dog hunter

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deathvsthemaiden · 3 years

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ok wait after u sent me that ask i have to know ur top books!!! dw if u don't feel like it but i would love to hear them 🌷

This is so sweet and considerate! Thank you Eva, you gave me 5 so I’ll try to keep it to that # as well 💖🐰 off the top of my head:

🌷 The Stormlight Archive series, especially the second book, Words of Radiance. Stormlight is like 4 books + 2 novellas right now, and is projected to be 10 books and ???novellas eventually. And on top of that each main book is 1000+ pages and while you can read Stormlight on its own, most of the other books by the author, Brandon Sanderson, are part of this larger fictional universe called the cosmere. Each series takes place on a different planet, and if you are invested in the whole cosmere, there’s Easter egg references to other series in other series. So like! While I rec these books often, most people understandably don’t take me up on it wgshshh 🤭 Sanderson’s non-Stormlight books are all MUCH shorter but also much more flawed imo. Like I wouldn’t count him among my favorite authors were it not for Stormlight. anyway I’m a die hard fantasy fan so the length didn’t deter me, and I picked these up because a friend told me the world building in these books was genuinely unique instead of the typical very lazy maps composed of like. Fantasy Russia and its hostile mysterious neighbors Fantasy General East Asia and Fantasy Africa lol. and she was right! The world building is exquisite and refreshing and almost every character is canonically of color. They live in a society with an eye color based caste system and it’s.., so hard to sum up this massive series with four main characters and a ridiculous(ly fun) amount of plot lines, so I’ll cut this short and say 1) the first book, The Way of Kings, is highly expository but the ending is so so worth it, and if you enjoy the ending you’ll find merit in continuing with the series 2) Words of Radiance is my favorite book so far partially because I haven’t read the newest, Rhythm of War, yet, and also because it’s the book with the most scenes that solidified Kaladin Stormblessed (one of the main characters) as one of my favorites of all time. Another one of the best things about this series is how Brandon Sanderson portrays mental health in very natural ways, and it makes Kaladin’s growth so incredibly soothing to follow (I MEAN. He has low points that sometimes hit too close to home, but it makes you root for him harder) he really is just. Truly my definition of a hero, if we wanna get cheesy about it, and I had to pick one solid example. I love him so much this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg as to why 😭!

🌷Jane Eyre. Silly frivolous teenaged girl that I am this book swept me off my feet when I first read it and I condone every problematic aspect of it❤️ (I DONT ofc but like! I love drama and being played like a fiddle by narratives and the book delivered on both fronts! And it couldn’t have without its unsavory plot twist soooo 😙💖) (the hate this book and especially one specific character gets is funny to me just because like. Hate for the former (imo) usually stems from people taking the book too seriously while simultaneously missing the point (JE and du Maurier’s Rebecca (highly influenced by the former) are oft considered loose Bluebeard retellings for a reasonnnn!) and hate for the latter is usually just like. Warranted and then taken over the top like... he’s just a fake funny little man you guys :( and the book would’ve been boring if he wasn’t so twisted and out of touch and passionate ): not to mention I do personally in a mean ish way think it’s funny how for some people this character is one of the worst examples of men they can imagine. Like good for Them! I don’t want them to have lower standards for horribleness in people But also omg 🤭 it just reminds me of how... irony of all ironies, I’m semi frequently told I’m too harsh on real life men and then when I love twisted ones in books (for being funny and entertaining and good solid characters) I like. get the most interesting side eyes (whether figurative or literal) bwjswnhshe anyway I have nothing against Austen, I definitely enjoy her, but from what I’ve read so far, I prefer the Brontës a lot more... I need adventure! Show me horror show me rot etc etc❤️ also I’m. A stupid sucker so the fact that the book was Charlotte Brontë’s attempt to write a plain looking lady protagonist and to make her praiseworthy and virtuous and worthy of spellbinding romance makes me... 💗💓💕

🌷Keturah and Lord Death — Martine Leavitt. I haven’t seen it officially stated anywhere but to me it’s p clear this book is a retelling of/highly inspired by Godfather Death (the Grimm tale) Very simple, predictable but effective plot, and the characters are just. So much fun. From my url you can probably tell I love stories in which women (or anyone but you know. Death and the Maiden is its own trope for a reason) outsmart/face off against death. If they also k*ss, when done right, I think that’s swell as well.

🌷A Thousand Splendid Suns — Khalid Hosseini. By far the heaviest book I will mention in this ask, and I don’t rec it willy nilly for that and a few other reasons. It’s a forever fave to me because I read it at the exact right time in my life, where I was like... noticing a ton of things irl and things at home were tumultuous, and when I saw very similar things unfold in this book while I was being silenced and made to feel crazy by the adults around me, it meant so much to me to see reality as I was experiencing it in real time reflected back at me via this novel. The context of the story is wildly different from my own life and the stakes the characters face are far higher, and it is if I remember right mostly a novel about the horrors of war, which isn’t something I pretend to have any firsthand experience with, but! It was legitimately cathartic to read when I read it, and it especially meant a lot to me at the time that the author was a grown man. Not to mention how my mother is not and never has been a reader, and somehow the one and only book I ever managed to get her to read was this. Hilariously she got mad at me for only (“only”) reading depressing things (there’s... a grain of truth to that but she doesn’t need to know! 🤫) but also... she was hooked I could tell! (I got all tmi explaining this one gag I’m so sorry)

🌷A Slight Trick of the Mind — Mitch Cullin. Retirement-era Holmes! Holmes as an old man! A sad old man who keeps bees!! It’s the novel the movie Mr. Holmes was based off of (haven’t seen it yet) and I was not expecting it to get me all sentimental like it did 🤨😪 but anyway it’s like. A prolonged character study and explores some of the most interesting (to me, anyway) parts of Holmes that are only lightly touched upon in canon, like his occasionally huge follies when navigating his few close relationships and how he copes with them afterwards, his fatigue at the random injustice of the world, how he’s often mistaken both by characters that surround him and people irl as a man without feelings, etc etc. like there’s no Dr. Watson or Mrs. Hudson in this book, and the people he interacts with are almost entirely original characters, but as I listened to the audiobook it barely occurred to me to miss Watson and Hudson (I know! 😦) and the author’s original characters interacted with Holmes so believably that I sometimes forgot they weren’t ever Doyle’s. Def recommend to any flexible Holmes fan that’s not a total stickler for canon (though you don’t actually have to know much about Holmes to read this book and enjoy it! 🐝)

🌷Sleepless — Sarah Vaughn + Leila del Luca. I began with the longest book, so let me end with the shortest. It’s a 2 volume long graphic novel series and that it’s so short is the only long standing, legitimate complaint I have of it! Gorgeous art, really effectively written romance, a dark skinned girl who gets to be the proactive, lively protagonist and stunning, pined after love interest at the same time, a cast of characters that is majority of color, the perfect %-age of drama and angst etc etc. if you can find it via your library or online or smth, you can knock it out in one sitting and leave the experience eternally altered in the funnest way 👁👄👁

Honorable mentions: The Botany of Desire — Michael Pollan, Troubling Love — Elena Ferrante, The Girl from the Garden — Parnaz Foroutan

#asks #book recs #wasn’t sure if you’d read Jane Eyre before so I was vague abt it qgzhshshs #long post

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muichewrou · 4 years

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AYYYYY NEW KNY WRITING BLOG, HELLO! I was wondering If i could request a giyuu x fem reader scenario (where the reader is kinoe ranked if thats okay!) Where they were best friends with giyuu along with sabito but after sabito's death they drifted apart, its been 4 years and reader saves tanjiro squad from a demon before giyuu can and she's changed a lot (used to be short, now is taller for instance!) And its just a very fluffy and emotional reunion? Tysm if u do this HAVE A GREAT DAY 💖💕💗💕

yaaa!!! this was my first request but I’m so sorry for taking so long!! I merged these two since they’re kind of similar, I hope you don’t mind! this includes my headcanons for how giyuu made his haori haha and some parts might seem incomplete but I didn’t wanna hold it back any longer 💕 💕 enjoy!!

Note: Includes spoilers for Giyuu’s backstory and takes place before the Natagumo Mt. arc. Under the cut due to length.

Word Count: 7.7k+

https://twitter.com/xu77106413/status/1194118794265841664?s=20

This was drawn by a very good friend of mine, xu! follow her on instagram and twitter! she’s also on Tumblr under the same user.

“I didn’t want him to die either.”

Your voice echoes through the shoddy and diminutive home you shared with Giyuu and your teacher, Sakonji Urokodaki. Giyuu’s eyes stays locked onto the pot of meat and vegetables that’s been simmering in broth for a lengthy amount of time, never straying away from it once. The wooden bowls in front of you remain empty, and the eating utensils positioned on the tray too lay dormant. Your two cups of tea go cold.

The male chooses to uphold the silence he’s kept up ever since returning from the Final Selection, only nodding and shaking his head to mimic a reply. It was a reasonable way to handle grief, and you allowed it for roughly a week or so, but as of late he has been rejecting your attempts at training with him.

Instead, he was now laboring himself with stitching together two contrasting cloths, to which you realize one of them was half of the haori he had worn ever since arriving here to train as a Demon Slayer.

The other half, you recognize after one glimpse, is indisputably Sabito’s. That pattern of his yukata was how you identified him from the others during the Final Selection.

Your eyes narrow, but no maliciousness is directed at the male. Rather, you were apprehensive about how exactly the completed cloth would look like. Mismatched outfits didn’t seem to be the trend these days, but what do you know–it’s not like you’re allowed to travel to cities or villages and contemplate their different senses of fashion when Urokodaki would preferably have you hone your breathing techniques.

Suddenly, you remember how Giyuu and yourself wouldn’t be training with Urokodaki once the swordsmith returns with your meticulously handcrafted Nichirin blades. You would shortly separate onto your differing paths, Urokodaki continuing to cultivate Water Breath swordsmen and the two of you fulfilling missions to work your way up through the ranks as Demon Slayers.

Despite how it was you that was ridiculing Giyuu for his way of coping, a burning sensation tingles your eyes. The boy stiffens up, unsure of what to do. You shake your head to disperse the tears, yanking the ladle hanging near the boiling pot. You begin to serve him before you serve yourself.

You take a sip of the broth, wincing at the burning heat. Giyuu sets his work aside in favor of filling up his stomach, and you use it as an opportunity to observe his progress so far.

To put it bluntly, it was horrendous. The weaving of the two garments together was so dreadful that certain areas were fraying due to his unrefined needlework, and besides that, the cloth had overlapped in a jagged pattern than straight down the middle as it should be.

He gives you a look you can barely distinguish, “Do you want it?”

“Want what?” You lower your bowl. He raises up the other half of Sabito’s attire, expression unwavering. He motions over to your own haori, and you can just barely comprehend the idea. “I…”

Did he want you to alter your clothing similarly? You suppose that was the only logical conclusion you could come up with.

But as strange as it seemed, you want it, you really do. Other than his mask which was returned to Urokodaki, the patterned yukata was the only keepsake from Sabito that was left to the two of you. Mindlessly, your hand starts to gravitate towards the fabric, but you pull away when your hands brush against each other.

Giyuu’s eyes are large and seemingly displays a look of betrayal. You don’t care for that expression. He should be happy just like when Sabito was alive, or before his sister died.

Hesitating, you reach back for it again, gripping the cloth. Only when it’s in your hands do you clutch it tightly to your chest, sighing at the way it calmed you.

“I think I’ll…make this into a scarf. It’s getting chilly, after all.” You finger the delicate material, looking up. “I can help you with your…haori if you want. This way, he can always be with us no matter where we go. That’s what you wanted, right?”

You worked on the fabrics the following week, barely finishing it just as Haganezuka arrived with the swords.

“Thank you, [Name],” he takes his haori out of your hands and slips it on, evening out the creases. “It looks good.”

You tug the scarf around your neck, “you’re welcome, but just don’t damage it, okay?”

His skin is sickly pale and his eyes seem duller than before. “I won’t. Let’s go, our mission is to the west.”

Giyuu turns his back to you and strides ahead, never looking back to check if you were following. You stare at his hand that hung loosely to his side.

Your fingers twitch slightly, but you resign to resting your hand on the hilt of your sword. You hasten your pace, heading along behind him.

Each mission after the first tested your relationship with Giyuu. He was a great partner overall with that strength and composure of his, but the connection between you seemed…lost.

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

Your voice startles him. ‘This is exactly what I’m talking about–his life has been so centralized around demons that he forgets that I’m here.’

“You’ve changed so much these past few months. You hardly interact with me nowadays, so what am I?”

Your nose begins to tingle, and you sneeze into the sleeve of your haori, the mask around your head almost slipping off. Giyuu says nothing at first, only blinking, then:

“Are you sick?” He avoids the question.

“Hah? You tell me,” the words scratch against your throat and your eyes begin to water from sneezing. You wrap the scarf tighter around your neck, sniffling out loud so he could hear. “Are you sick of me, Giyuu?”

”Me? No, I’m not ill.”

You fling your head down in exasperation, scowling at the snow accumulating around your feet. Though the both of you were now 17 years old, he didn’t exactly have the ability to read the atmosphere of the situation. You compared him to a child constantly, oblivious and distracted, annoyingly lovable at times. “Giyuu, I swear. You’re so dense sometimes, you know?”

“You’ve mentioned it before, but I’m not sure how to improve it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m starting to think it’s ’cause of me. Even when Sabito was still here, you were always nervous around me when we’re alone together. ”

When you first met Giyuu when you were 14, he stuttered over his words so much that every time he had to talk to you, Sabito had to speak for him. It’s toned down over the years, but the awkwardness was still there. You, however, felt just fine speaking with him the first time.

You scratch the back of your head and drag your fingers through your hair, pondering your next words. “So this might be a relief to you, Giyuu, because Oyakata-sama is dispatching me off to recruit some orphans. Supposedly, they keep rejecting his request to make them Slayers.”

“Why?” Came his curt reply.

“I just told you—”

“No. Why you? There are plenty of other Demon Slayers capable of doing the same.”

“What?” You cross your arms, leaning toward him, “It’s the Master’s orders. I can’t do anything about it. Aren’t you happy? Chances are, we’re going to be separated for the rest of our time as Demon Slayers.”

He tilts his head. Why would he be happy? His happiest moments were when he was with you and Sabito, and there was no denying how nervous he was with you, but that was because you made him feel fuzzy inside. He couldn’t explain it.

Seeing him deep in thought made you open your mouth to question him, but you decide against it once your crow flies to your shoulder, shrieking into your ear.

“I guess that’s my cue to go. Don’t miss me too much alright, Giyuu,” you joke lightly, waving your hand and running past him. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see that he’s distraught, eyes wide and brows furrowed, hand outstretched towards you.

—-

Four years later, you still regret glancing back at him. At that time, you realized you were mistaken about his feelings and only established more emotional baggage for him. You were really the only person he had left ever since departing from Urokodaki.

But you couldn’t do anything. As you foresaw, Kagaya had decided to separate you and Giyuu as an arrangement for your abilities to not be concentrated in one region.

Before you know it, you’re running into the forest with the hand on the hilt of your sword. Your crow continues to squawk out orders as it soars along the late evening sky, the sunlight dwindling and barely peeking through the treetops.

“Caw! Three Mizunoto ranked Slayers are reported to clash against several Demons in the Forest of Correction! Mission, mission!” his sharp cries grate into your ears as he glides through the sacred grove, swerving around branches and leading you further into the forest.

You can hear the shouts of “Zenitsu, watch out!” and “over here Inosuke!” once you stray from the path, jumping over a bush that was in your way.

You hop onto a tree, using the height to your advantage. In the distance, you can see three male Slayers battling against a demon of above-average size. One was shirtless and donned a boar head, another was outfitted in a yellow triangle-patterned haori that faded to orange, and the last being a boy who hauled a heavy-looking compartment on his shoulders. It was a traditional battle with novices standing up against a weak demon, nothing more, nothing less. Or at least that’s what you assumed initially. Your crow did say ”several demons”, didn’t he?

Immediately, you could sense multiple presences lurking within the dark thickets. Drawing your blade from its sheath, you push yourself off the tree and ascend towards enemies in hiding, dismissing the demon the kids were taking care of.

”Breath of Water, Tenth Style: The Dragon of Change.”

Your scarf flings itself around as you spin and twist your body through the air, sword raised above your shoulder. Evading the trees using precise and striking reflexes, you continue rotating as the demons are soon visible, one of them getting caught in the momentum as they leap out to attack you.

A shriek erupts from his lips as he cradles his head, the body already disintegrating from the legs up. Without any time to lose, you swerve to the left once more to hurl yourself towards the leftover demons.

There were five demons total in the thicket. With one throwing themselves recklessly to your blade, that left four, but only two were in front of you.

You resume your rotations. Spin once, slice through the air twice. Then spin twice, slicing through the air three times. Consecutively performing those movements until you meet your destination, building up the steps as you go on.

”Your footing is off. Your swings are too slow,” Sabito announces as you try to catch your breath, wooden sword on the ground and hands placed on your knees. You dry heave, reaching for the pouch of water he’s carrying. When he refuses to hand it over, you drop your head down, sweat trickling onto the dirt.

”Please, Sabito?” He shakes his head, tossing the satchel onto the floor. Giyuu, who was visibly uncomfortable with Sabito’s treatment of you, stood to the side, clutching at the sleeves of his haori. The satchel bounced to his feet, and he felt obligated to pick it up.

”I’ll only show you once again. Focus on my feet and how I position myself when swinging the sword.”

You lick your dry lips, not opposed to his wishes,”…but…water?”

He gives a look to Giyuu. The black-haired male freezes up, fidgeting with the satchel.

(That look means ”don’t give it to her”. How do you know? You’ve observed it too many times during your training sessions with him.)

He grabs the practice weapon on the ground and moves immediately.

Sabito was the epitome of a perfect swordsman. A child prodigy. The amount of stamina he possessed was astounding. His speed and strength far overshadowed both of yours and Giyuu’s.

That didn’t mean he left you behind, though. As strict as he was, he cared for his comrades—even more than his own life.

His footsteps created no sound whatsoever. He was a crow’s feather fluttering across the sky, twirling and shifting directions according to the breeze.

You keep yourself from falling over in awe by grasping onto Giyuu’s arm, making him shudder from the gesture and straighten his posture. Sabito smirks at you once he sees the literal sparkles in your eyes, pleased with your reaction.

Step to the right, step to the left. Bend your arms during the pauses. Pivot if the foe swipes at you and retaliate by swinging your weapon around yourself to protect your body. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Until the energy and forcefulness of the attacks reach its peak–the apex of your power.

Then, the climax. Charge at the enemy by forcing your foot down at the final step, leaping and twisting your body while your blade slashes into the target. The finishing blow.

His choreography ends as he tosses the wooden sword away and walks towards you, all while the training log he practiced on splits into four and slides to the surface. What a show-off!

”If you manage to do the same, I’ll allow you to have a drink of water.”

”You’re lying!” you gape back at him.

But he wasn’t, evident in the way his nose scrunches up as if saying, ”are you kidding me?”

So you try again. Numerous times, in fact. Giyuu retires at some time to assist Urokodaki with a supply run, but Sabito stays to attend to the exercise.

You use one of the many boulders around as a stepping stool, kicking yourself off into the air once more. In a flash, you decapitate the two of them in one slash.

Gasping, you turn to Sabito for confirmation. Did you really just do that? Not only cutting the trunk into four, but six pieces?

”Sabito, did you see that?!” Your hair reels against your cheek like a whip, and you’re reveling in your breakthrough–so much that you don’t care about the aching and soreness of your overtaxed muscles.

There’s a pleased look in his eyes, though it’s driven away in an instant. He takes a step forward.

”–since this technique requires more stamina to perform, you may tire out soon after. Make sure there are no enemies around before resting. If you’re ever in a pinch, the Piercing Rain Drop can save your life,” when the weapon is picked up again, he demonstrates by jabbing it into the air in front of him and jumping back.

But you’ve executed the Tenth Style countless of times. You’ve built enough endurance to perform it at least ten times without rest. To you, The Dragon Of Change was a technique most meaningful to you, so it was obvious that you trained yourself relentlessly after he passed.

The peach-haired boy blinks, unfazed when he sees you pout, breathing heavily. You’re glaring at him through watery and hazy vision, crawling towards the water Giyuu set on the ground before he left.

“You’re not even gonna praise me? Boring! All that for nothing! I’ll train with Giyuu from now on, then. He’s more encouraging than you, at least.”

The threat hangs loosely in the air. Sabito knew you liked being with him too much to separate from him. It would have been far better if Giyuu could stick around and practice techniques along with you, but Urokodaki gets rather intimidating when he’s mad.

You could barely feel him ruffling your hair up in your fit of frustration. Jolting, you gaze up in astonishment, at a loss for words.

Your eyes narrow as you feel a presence behind you. One demon on foot, and another hovering in the air just above it. You hadn’t reached the ground yet as it had barely been a second since defeating the previous demons.

”Breath of Water, Ninth Style: Water Splash,” you sidestep as she hurls herself at you. The swiftness of her efforts caused her to skid across the dirt, shooting into healthy foliage of the thicket. Her eyes widen when you ignore her for the other demon, leaping up and cutting off the head in an instant.

Weak. All of them are unbearably weak.

His head flies through the air and he cries out his last words, “What the hell?! I thought we were just fighting some incompetent brats, but this chick is on a whole ‘nother level! Hina, you can’t fight against her!”

He plummets to the surface, limbs entangled together. His body wriggles as if he’s been possessed, but you find that it was his will to keep existing and sink his teeth into your flesh.

“Aoi!” The female demon howls in rage as her partner decays and shrivels from the injury, baring her teeth and scampering in your direction. Her fury amplifies tenfold as she observes you sheathing your blade and strolling back to the three Mizunoto ranked Slayers. “You! I’ll kill–?!”

One by one, her limbs tumbles onto the soil. First, her legs. Next is her torso, a figurine sectioned and carved with fresh little cuts intricately, the delicate and refined labor of a notable craftsman. Fingers are falling individually from her hands and crumble before they come in contact with the ground. Her head is halved cleanly from ear to ear. Blood drips into her gaping jaw and bubbles her utterances and wails into sorrowful and incomprehensible nothingness. She, too, deteriorates away when her neck slips away from her torso.

”Come again?” you taunt, never halting your pace. But she is already gone.

The boys had succeeded in defeating the demon they busied themselves with while you dealt with the others. One more.

”Hey! Over here!” the one in the checkered haori exclaims, a wide smile plastered onto his face as he waves you over. ”Thank you so much for your help. To be honest, I felt that maybe we wouldn’t make it out alive with that number of demons—”

”You!” The boar shoves his finger towards you, one hand clasped around both his Nichirin blades. He’s stomping his foot harshly to the dirt, jerking as he spoke roughly…and was that steam coming out of his snout? ”You’re strong! But I’ll be the judge of that, so fight me right here, right now!!”

”Inosuke, calm down!” The red-haired boy raises his hands in an attempt to alleviate the boar’s passion to instigate quarrels. ”You should be thanking her, too! If she hadn’t taken care of those demons in the thicket, we would have all succumbed to our wounds sooner or later. You too, Zenitsu! Wake up–”

You point your sword to his neck. He blinks. Zenitsu’s eyes are now wide open, huge and bleary. Inosuke growls.

”Box. Hand it over.”

”Huh?”

You grab him by his haori and flip him over onto his stomach without so much of a thought. He gives a yelp and struggles by wriggling under you, but he is essentially powerless against you. ‘She’s fast!’

The other two males are frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

They had little to no knowledge of you and where you came from. You were clearly a high-ranking Slayer, skilled in the art of swordsmanship and having impressive strength, speed, and composure.

”W-wait, please!” the boy under you blurts, ”we mean no harm! If you’ll let us go, we won’t ever cross your path again!”

Zenitsu chimes in, ”yeah, what he said! Besides, you wouldn’t want to hurt the cutest little girl you’ll ever see in that box, would you?”

”I could care less about the gender of a demon,” you raise your sword, the tip pointing downwards to the wooden box. You don’t budge when Zenitsu throws himself onto your legs, yanking on the cloth of your uniform.

”WAIT, wait, wait! I have an even better idea!” He wipes his face on the fabric, dampening it with his tears and blood. Why was he crying, anyway? Rocking back and forth, he wails, ”you and me– let’s get married! You’re so strong, you can protect me from all the demons that come our way!”

You kick him away with your right foot, dragging his friend away.

”Listen to me carefully,” you begin, ”once I take care of this demon, you’ll be free to walk away. The two of you are so adamant about letting it live, so I’ll strike you a deal.”

All of them quiet down, but you don’t continue. Guilt trickles through your veins. Must you really be lying to them? Reassuring them that you wouldn’t let Kagaya learn about their breach of conduct when you know damn well you’ll report it as soon as possible?

You gulp.

You’re a good person. A role model for the lower-ranked members of the Corps. Furthermore, you dislike fabricating your words, but at the same time you want to defend the helpless.

This is for the best of humanity, you reason with yourself.

”Hey! I ain’t getting any good vibes from this chick,” Inosuke announces, muscles rippling as he raises his blades in the air. He puffs out his chest. ”Zangetsu! When I go in, you charge right behind, okay?!”

”T-that’s not my name!” he groans in pain. Tears fly out of his eyes and his nose is leaking out blood uncontrollably.

You scoff, ”it’s futile, anyhow. Your buddy can’t even get back up from a single kick.”

He claws at his haori, unexpectedly feeling feverish. His mind is foggy and he can’t get a clear view of you. Huh…Is she…is she a Pillar?

His head slumps to the floor and before he goes out cold, ”Ugh…I think I heard four of my ribs break…”

A small sparrow chirps angrily at you before landing onto the yellow haori of its master. Inosuke tosses his weapons aside and heads over to boot Zenitsu awake. Oh, but you were convinced he wanted to battle you earlier.

Rolling your eyes at how fickle the children were being, you look down.

”You. What’s your name?”

”K–Kamado Tanjirou,” he murmurs. His cheek rubs against the soil. ”You—you said something before, something about a deal.”

”I did, didn’t I?” You press your heel onto his leg, leering over him. ”So how about this. If you let me kill the demon inside that box of yours, it will remain confidential until you or your friends disclose it.”

”Lying to others is excusable sometimes, [Name],” Sabito scolds, ”but don’t ever think that it’s alright to lie to yourself.”

”It helps me feel better, though.”

”You’re just like Giyuu, [Name].”

You laugh. ”Is that bad, though? I like Giyuu!! Heh.”

Almost immediately does Tanjirou shake his head. ”No! I can smell that you’re lying. The person inside this box is more important to me than my own life! I won’t let you kill her! Besides, she hasn’t killed anyone…!”

You sigh, flicking your blade. ”Yet. But please remember that I have been in service far longer than you. My job is to kill demons. Failure to comply with my words will only get yourself killed instead. Would you like me to recite the Demon Slayer protocols for you?”

”You’re afraid of being wrong. You’re afraid of getting hurt.”

”I don’t understand though, Sabito. If it makes me feel okay enough to keep fighting, there’s nothing wrong with that, right?”

“Foolish, is what it is. It’s going to crash down on you like a wave—a tsunami. The self-deception, false sense of securities, holding yourself back. You can’t keep telling yourself you’re strong and you’ll persevere no matter what. That attitude will get you killed if you’re always thinking you’re trying hard enough–if you don’t know your own limitations.”

…

Footsteps approach from behind. Soft and light, it’s very faint – barely audible and coupled with the darkness of the night. Any ordinary human wouldn’t be able to take notice of it, but you’ve been instructed to employ all of your senses ever since you first picked up a sword.

”Hurry up! Take Giyuu and run!” Sabito bends his knees slightly and holds his sword with both of his hands. He assumes a stance in front of you two defensively, but you want to pull him by his clothes and flee with him. ”Don’t just sit there! I’ll take care of this!”

Giyuu is breathing heavily and clutching the side of his head. There is a constant stream of blood trickling down his cheek and eye, causing you to react by placing your hand over his to cease the bleeding. The mask crafted by Urokodaki threatens to slip off as you shake your head furiously.

You don’t want to leave. Just earlier, Giyuu was attacked by a demon who pounced on him from the trees, slashing the skin near his left eye. Your vision had turned red as you hacked its limbs off and swiftly sliced the head, but it left you breathless.

Giyuu was fading in and out, though it was barely the first day of the Final Selection. Sabito was playing hero and triumphing over every demon that crossed his path. If this keeps going on, neither of you would make it out alive unless you recovered from your wounds somewhere safe.

There was another person who stood by your side, trembling in fear as he peeked between you and Sabito. The peach-haired boy had given him orders to take you away, but detecting the tension between you two made him falter.

”No! I’m going to stay and fight with you!”

The frigid evening air was scorching and unbearable as you inhale and exhale rapidly, unable to stabilize your breathing from the anxiety and terror that arises.

‘Calm down. If I can get all of us to cooperate, we will be able to overcome this.’

The monster’s pace is sluggish and heavy, each step resulting in a loud thud to echo throughout the thick and murky forest. Over the disturbance, you can hear Giyuu give out the tiniest whimper, one you could just barely make out. You stroke his hair to reassure him that you were by his side, gliding through the unexpectedly silky strands of his hair, whispering little words of comfort to slow his breathing. He jolts when Sabito shouts at you once more to escape without him.

Your shadow encases Giyuu as you stand over him, grasping the handle of your sword.

”I-it’s just one demon. If we work together, we can win against it somehow.”

Looking over to the nightmare heading over to the four of you, the sight of his countless arms wrapping around his body left you mentally and physically astounded. Your legs shook like a leaf as your grip around your sword loosened significantly. You were sure your shakiness made Giyuu increasingly jittery.

It bothered you how the demon’s eyes seemed to glow so brightly, tearing through the dark like the full moon above. It bothered you how bulky and veiny his entire body was, how his blood red fingernails contrasted with the olive green shade of his skin. The way his arms flail about as he used his hands to trudge atop the mucky terrain, eyes curved upwards with glee and excitement at the sight of some form of sustenance in this isolated woodland.

He covers up a squeal with his hands as he stares at the masks the three of you wore, “I can’t believe that dastard Urokodaki sent three of his students to feast on!”

You watch as he rolls his eyes up in pleasure, muscles tensing as he continues to cackle. It sickened you down to the bones. Who gets off by devouring children who’ve just reached their teenage years?

“Shut up!” You unsheathe your sword, pointing the tip to the demon, “Who said that you’re gonna eat us? We, the disciples of Urokodaki, will destroy you!”

You let out a yelp when Sabito pushes you back with the hilt of his blade, sending you to almost fall on top of Giyuu before you twist your body to land at the ground next to him.

“[Name], just listen to me for once! Don’t be stupid. There’s no way you’re going to defeat him when you haven’t even mastered all the techniques Urokodaki taught us.”

You push yourself back up.

“But we can! Sure you may be stronger than all of us generally, but you can’t handle it by yourself. If we work together…” you trail off when Sabito dismisses you, leaping towards the demon.

”I’m not risking both your lives.”

He changes positions so fast that all you could observe was the blur left behind by his movement.

“Sabito!” Giyuu’s free hand is outstretched in the direction of his friend, and you see the boy from earlier seize Giyuu’s arm before taking ahold of your hand, steering you away from the skirmish.

Sabito veers around one final time while in the air, initiating his breathing techniques. From afar, you can see how remorse is conveyed in his eyes, the way he seems to ask for forgiveness in his smile. Your vision wobbles and distorts his image into nothing but haze and fog.

You attempt to dig your heels into the ground to stop the male from tugging you farther away. Your elbow meets his ribs and you accidentally kick Giyuu in the process. You can’t bring yourself to mutter an apology or stop thrashing. Blinking back your tears, you could see his lips move as clear as day, murmuring a single word.

“Run.”

He’s begging.

You stop struggling. Giyuu is left questioning why amidst the steadfast hammering of his head.

“Hang in there, Sabito! I’ll come back for you, I swear it!”

…

Run!

Hurriedly, you snatch up Tanjirou by his collar and hoist him aside to shield him, whipping your blade up and clashing with another of your kind. A Slayer–but this time you recognize him as the person who you offered your Pillar seat to.

”Giyuu?” You don’t believe your eyes. You’ve seen hundreds of people with the same color hair and the same dull eyes he bore which led you to believe that you were mistaken, but the haori was a sure sign of who he was. ”Is that you? What are you doing here?”

Tanjirou looks up in relief at the name. Inosuke gives up on reviving his comrade, wondering what the hell is going on with so much noise.

”[Name]…?” His somber blue eyes look incredulously at you, from the pattern of your scarf to your sword. He takes notice of how his hands tremble from your strength, something that had never occurred before. You seem to have matured in appearance also; how he didn’t have to tilt his head down to meet your eyes anymore. How your face and physique became slimmer from the strict and rigorous routine of slaying demons.

You also take a few seconds to look at him, steel grating together.

He didn’t change much ever since you last saw him. You could really only point out how his hair grew longer and perhaps a couple of centimeters to his height, but you don’t remember.

Focus.

You shove him away with your weapon, skidding back and taking ahold of Tanjirou once more. The Pillar eyes the way you’re handling him, how you urge your blade towards the box on his shoulders.

”Don’t just stare! You can feel it too, right? The demon inside this?” you clink your blade urgently onto the wood, vying for his attention. As a Pillar, there was no doubt he sensed it.

Demons are the terrors of mankind, both of you agreed to before.

After a moment, he nods. ”I’ve known for two years.”

And you didn’t know about it? Obviously, you were busy for the past couple of years with missions nonstop, but… it just felt wrong. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You’re joking, right? Giyuu.” This couldn’t be his choice. That dumb kid with that scar on his forehead had to have brainwashed your friend or something.

Demons are evil. They’re merciless. Insatiable. They slaughter countless innocent people. They killed your family. Sabito’s family. Giyuu’s older sister. Sabito.

So why in the world would he permit one to blend away with the humans?

”This is a violation of the Demon Slaying Corps conduct, Giyuu. We can’t let a demon live with them! As Slayers, we are trained to protect the humans with our lives. What would happen if that girl attacks an unsuspecting victim? Think about it. When has there ever been a demon who lived in harmony with us?”

Tanjirou makes a noise, presumably to receive approval to speak.

”Quiet, boy. The adults are speaking here.” He shrinks back, sweating profusely. Not a whimper or sound breaks out of his lips in fear of your wrath and bitterness. ”Not only have you desecrated this sacred forest by luring demons here, but you dare bring one willingly?”

Giyuu steps forth, sheathing his sword. He wouldn’t be needing it anymore.

“[Name], stop. It’s a pledge our mentor and I agreed to make.” You almost drop your sword but quickly tightened up your grip. Did that imply that this child trained with your instructor? Nevermind that, but Urokodaki of all people sheltered a fiend in his run-down lodging? ”If his sister ever attacks a human, we will compensate for it with our lives.”

You bite back the words you desperately want to say.

(”You’re going to cast away the life your sister sacrificed for you? The life that Sabito died for? For a mere demon we can kill right now?”)

Yeah, there was no way you were going to say that. Not to the person you’ve been yearning to meet, the person you fell in love with and only realized it when you departed from him. You don’t want to be away from him ever again. Not when it’s like he’s dangling off the edge of a cliff, wet and slippery from rain, merely holding on by the tips of his fingers. Not when he takes a glance down, believing that plunging into the shallow and murky river water was better than living with guilt and shame of surviving death multiple times–surviving at the expense of those he cared for dearly.

Tears rush out of your eyes like the raindrops that drip from the roof after a stormy day. Damn these feelings! You were supposed to be furious at Giyuu, not getting sentimental and mushy over your past!

Tanjirou lets out an oomph when you drop him in favor of clearing your tears away. The males, save for Zenitsu, are appalled (maybe not Giyuu, he knows how you are) by how quickly your mood shifts, though they are glad for your change of heart. Inosuke doesn’t quite understand all the details, but suddenly he’s craving for a piping hot meal to fill up the bottomless pit that is his stomach. And a good night’s sleep included, preferably.

An old crow totters to your feet, inclining its head. You do the same without much of a thought, sniffling. Was this Giyuu’s crow? It’s shivering for whatever reason. Was it because of its age? Why did he get an old crow? Wait, that doesn’t matter.

”You and me, we need to talk.” Returning your blade to its sheath, you stomp over to Giyuu and snatch his hand in yours. Turning back, you look at Tanjirou, ”I’m not escorting you back to a village. Tell your crow to navigate you to a Wisteria crest estate or whatever. Better hurry up or your friend may never wake up.”

Apparently, the boar wasn’t too happy about the

”GAH! HEY!!” Inosuke tosses his head back, roaring and nearly prompting his mask to slip off. ”Come back here, we still need to decide who’s the strongest! I’ll crush—”

”Oh, um–Thank you so much!” Tanjirou interrupts, adjusting the box to his front then slinging Zenitsu onto his back, causing the unconscious male’s head to knock into Tanjirou’s shoulder. The red-haired boy stumbles from the weight bearing down on his injuries before gathering himself together, nodding to both you and Giyuu before heading out the other direction. He looks back, ”Come on, Inosuke!”

Inosuke glances back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth–before growling and stampeding to where Tanjirou had went.

You do the same, hand held tight around Giyuu’s and leading him through the forest. His hands were large and warm, perfectly clasped around yours even if his grip was loose.

“I can’t believe this,” you take a sharp turn and exit out the forest, bustling through the shrubbery.

The leaves that scatter around you are dancers and their stage the wispy breeze. Fluttering without care, twirling on instinct, the sharp whistle of the breeze guiding them to the ground as the music dies down. Drop, drop, drop. Few nestle in your hair and take the form of adornments, and others to Giyuu’s.

“Do you even know what you’re going to do when Master finds out? Can you even explain your decision of leaving his sister alive?”

He gazes into the ice of your eyes, silent when you squeeze his hand tighter, begging for a response.

”Do you still hate me?” you ask. His hand grows clammy in yours. ”I know that I haven’t been a good friend to you ever since Sabito died. But this is serious, Giyuu. What good comes out of this when the aftermath is either death or expulsion from the Corps? Do you really want to give up on life so badly?”

Though there is no clock nearby, you can hear and feel the seconds tick by as the deafening silence trails on. Tick, tick, tick. Time is endless, people say. Was it true, though? When people die, time ends for them. In no way would it resume. It’s simply impossible.

He tears his eyes away from yours, suddenly finding the ground appealing. You wonder if he feels uncomfortable with your hand-holding. You don’t let go regardless.

“When I received the message from Oyakata-sama that I could have challenged you to the Water Pillar seat two years ago, I refused. I felt that maybe your life could change for the better if you had a higher pedestal to stand on when you’re so dedicated to defeating demons. Don’t you remember how Sabito slapped the shit out of you when you thought you were better off dying? You hate it when people throw their lives away, but why are you so convinced that she wouldn’t attack a human? You might die, so why? Tell me.”

Being a Pillar was a challenge you constantly strived to succeed in. Not only was it an esteemed and honorable position granted to the most formidable swordsman of the organization, but each Pillar had a certain Breath Style that sets them apart from the others. You had considered developing another Breath Style that derives from the Breath of Water, but you decided to create original techniques, using the tools you had already.

You wanted to be part of a group that recognized your power. Wanted. That was when you were still training with Urokodaki, Sabito, and Giyuu. But these accumulations of events, from Sabito’s death to your separation from Giyuu and all in between, led you to realize that power wasn’t all you needed. Instead, to cherish what you already achieved.

You’re powerful, you’re talented, and you’ll cherish those aspects. But you won’t let it overcome what you truly love.

“Because…” You quiet down your thoughts. ”Even when his sister was in a starved state, wounded, and had little stamina from turning into a demon, she still protected Tanjirou. She was different. Most would take advantage of an unconscious human right under their nose.”

Never had you heard of a demon denying human flesh in your life.

”You weren’t imagining things, right?” you tug him closer, eyes wide and skeptical, though you cannot recall a moment where Giyuu lied to you. ”I’ve never heard of a case such as that. But if there’s never been a fatality in two years as you said, then…”

There will most likely never be one. Unless her brother was endangered by another human, or if she needed their flesh to replenish the stamina she’s lost. Still, Tanjirou promised Giyuu that he wouldn’t let it happen.

You slump down your shoulders in defeat. There was no point in mulling over it when you had already allowed them to escape. You couldn’t take back your decision. Not only would it look bad on your character, but Giyuu would probably despise you soon after.

”You win. And guess what? You have my word that I won’t tell Master.”

”Why?” he asks.

”Don’t question me. Aren’t you glad?”

He nods.

”Good.”

You shiver as the wind picks up once more. Giyuu gently releases your hand and shrugs off his haori, ignoring your protests as he swings it above your head and drapes it onto your shoulders.

“I don’t need it. I’m not cold.”

“Still–”

You quiet down when he reaches over to tug you to his chest. Your nose collides into the rigidness of his muscles, dumbfounded by his actions.

Giyuu positions his hand onto the back of your head and encircles his arms around your waist, adjusting your head so that your ear laid above his heart.

You fiddle with the material of his dark uniform, hesitant on returning the embrace.

Despite how reserved and gracious he sounded, his heartbeat said otherwise. It was almost like he had been jogging without rest before pulling you into a hug, but you don’t mind. Similarly, you could hear your own pulse ringing in your ears by how nervous you felt.

This is normal. It’s comparable to those novels you’ve read in the past where friends cry and snuggle into their friends’ arms, whom they have not seen in a while.

”I’m sorry, [Name].”

You don’t move. ”For what?”

”I was naive of your emotions after he passed. It was selfish of me to distance myself from you when you were also grieving. If I hadn’t gotten wounded badly that day, we would all still be together and he would claim the title of Water Pillar rather than me.”

You bring your hands to his sides, hovering over the folds of his attire.

”Yikes, so there’s no odds of me even becoming the Water Pillar? Hurtful, but I get it,” you jest lightly, but you’re aware that wasn’t what he was insinuating. ”Though if anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. I treated you harshly and expected you to overcome his death in terrible means. I abandoned you and never delivered any letters to you when you were probably worried about me.”

He shakes his head. ”I didn’t, either.”

”You’re right.” you wrap your arms around him fully, nuzzling your face into his chest. Your voice is muffled by his clothes when you speak. ”But we forgive each other, right?”

”No.”

You jerk your head up to meet his soft eyes that deviated from his sharp features.

”Not until you promise that you’ll be with me from now on.”

Since when did he get so bold?

”Was it like torture for you these past few years?” he doesn’t respond to the question so you continue. ”It was for me. That look you gave me when I left you hurt a lot. But I couldn’t do anything about it because of the mission I was assigned—the one with the two orphans.” You shift against his body, legs tingly from standing still for too long. ”Anyways, how is he doing right now? I heard he became a Pillar two years ago.”

”Tokitou?” You snap your fingers in response, thinking back to the air-headed and apathetic teenager you found with Amane and her children. ”He spaces out most of the time during the day.”

That’s all he has to say?

”Oh. Well, good for him. It’s remarkable for someone of his age to satisfy the Pillar requirements with so little training. I’m a little envious of him.”

The kid was wounded terribly when you arrived at his residence, clutching the hand of his lifeless twin brother. You don’t know much about him since you were appointed another task by Kagaya the day after, but you were still curious about what became of him.

”Who cares, though. My dream to be a Pillar is far behind me now.” You hum, thinking back to his statement from a few moments ago.

”Not until you promise that you’ll be with me from now on.”

What the hell was that? If anyone else had heard him, they would assume he was proposing to you.

Was it just you or was it getting hotter and hotter? Perhaps the body heat from Giyuu and the warmth of his haori was making your senses all fuzzy.

”Okay.” you fasten your arms tighter around him, rooting him in his spot. Your mind is spinning and your cheeks are flushed. ”Okay, I promise. Master is pretty lenient with team arrangements, so I don’t doubt that he’ll allow us. Perhaps it could be just like the old times where we protected each other, ate, and trained together. Would we be unstoppable? Maybe, but who knows. It wouldn’t be so bad though since I like you. Heh.”

It felt like you’ve said this before, maybe in the past to him. Déjà vu, probably.

He thanks you, but doesn’t say much after. You couldn’t see it in the night, but his complexion reddens, believing that you hadn’t given him your attention earlier.

”I heard you. Now, let’s go rest somewhere before reporting to Master tomorrow at dawn.”

Like a flash of lighting, you nudge Giyuu away and take his hand–haori swaying to and fro along with the motion–steering him to the Wisteria crest manor you had Tanjirou visit.

#chew writes #request #sabito x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny spoilers #kny #giyuu

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thecyphersystem · 3 years

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First, congratulations for getting a job!! I’m proud of y’all and I hope the job is enjoyable!! secondly..(im questioning if I’m a system btw so just wanted to make it clear that I don’t know yet.. bc no one will talk to me aha but ANYWAY)

do u have any advice or also experience this? is it normal that I like .. when I see a character I feel their gender? like if I see a cute girl I’ll be like “I feel so much like a girl rn she/her are the best pronouns I’m so cute” but then I could easily turn around and see a boy and go “me I feel so he/they rn I feel like a boy and I’m happy abt it” like what does this mean... I’m rlly confused bc I feel like my pronouns and feeling on my gender change so much.. like I will feel really wlw at one time then mlm at the next and I want to embrace both but it won’t make sense to people... am I not rlly trans? obviously this isn’t the only reason I think I’m trans I’m just saying that this is rlly confusing me idk if anyone else experiences this.. it’s like I want to be all of these genders at once .. feel like a different person kinda in a way I can’t explain! it doesn’t make any sense .. what is happening? it’s like I don’t have a solid grasp on my identity it just changes with these characters and I make these characters into my identity ?? idk if that makes sense I will use a character as an icon and I’m like .. this is gender ... this is me now.. so it’s making me rlly confused abt my gender and who I am

Thank you!

A full switch is rarely necessary. Instead of an alter switching to front, they can exert passive influence on the alter currently at front. Passive influence can be described as intrusions from alters that are not currently prominent in the mind or using the body. This may manifest as ego-alien thoughts, feelings, emotions, opinions, preferences, urges, or actions. These intrusions may vary in strength and influence and may result in the fronting alter taking actions or voicing opinions that they can't explain or account for. These intrusions may also cause the fronting alter to gain skills and abilities that they do not usually have (such as public speaking despite normally suffering from social phobia) or losing skills and abilities that they would expect to always be there (such as reading or recognizing loved ones). Memories that are transmitted through passive influence may not remain once the influence is over, leaving the fronting alter unable to recall what the memory contained. On the other hand, passive influence may also lead to certain memories, emotions, sensations, or views becoming inaccessible to the fronting alter until the influence ends.

Passive influence is more common than switching, and it is far more covert and hard to notice. Even switching is rarely as blatant or extreme as the media commonly portrays. It is rarely accompanied by an alter changing what clothing the system is wearing, announcing themselves in public or to anyone but close friends who have expressed previous interest in knowing which alters is out, or extreme whiplashes in behavior or personality. Most systems will go to great lengths to hide their condition. Denying and downplaying symptoms as much as possible is common

#did osdd #osdd 1b #did #passive influence #switch #advice

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its-nyakemi-nya · 4 years

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Twisted Wonderland One Shot Raffle # 2: Jade Leech x Gender Neutral!Reader

asmahsan: Would it be okay if the MC whose gender doesn't really matter wanted to know more about the world around them instead of staying inside school grounds they went ahead and teleported themselves to a mountainside where the loving mountain club was having an activity of sorts and Jade approached MC and they talked for a bit? MC would ask Jade if they could tag along and he agreed so while they're probably collecting mushrooms and stuff Jade maybe asked MC about their world and how they're gonna get back *birb crowley is very suspicious* and he would also say that he preferred if they stay in the TW world rather than going back to their own world cuz REASONS SHDBSB I GUESS THIS IS A JADE X READER ONE SHOT SBBSB But you can always alter the story if u want!! And sorry if its not clear enough or anything :{

This is our second one shot raffle nya! Won and requested by @asmahsan nya!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland nya. I only own the plot of this one shot nya.

P.S. I would like to apologise for Jade being OOC and my grammatical mistakes nya. Also the reader’s age here is 16 nya! Enjoy nya!

“Please, Dire Crowley? I’ve been here for a couple of months now but I haven’t explored that much around!” You begged the headmaster, kneeling on your knees.

It has been a couple of months since you’ve been here in Twisted Wonderland yet you have never gone beyond the vicinity of Night Raven College...well except when you went to the museum when you’ve made a contract to Azul to free the students from being controlled by him. Nevertheless, you knew nothing about Twisted Wonderland. You only knew about the two top schools and the museum.

Dire Crowley sighed, “Alright, alright. You may explore beyond the school for I am kind.”

“Yes!” You pumped your fist high in the air out of joy.

“However, you’re going to need to tag along with at least one student or so,” Crowley said while thinking when suddenly, as if a light bulb had lit up, an idea came into his mind, “Lucky for you, the Loving Mountain club has an activity at the mountains for the upcoming weekend. You can tag along with them. I’ll inform the president of the club that you’ll be helping them out with the activity.”

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“Oh my. This is a surprise to see you two here, [First Name], Grim,” Jade said looking at the both of you.

“[First Name] here wanted to explore around and literally begged the headmaster to-mmphh!”

“Don’t say it in front of him!” You blushed out of embarrassment as you covered Grim’s mouth with your hand, “But long story short, I’ve always wanted to explore Twisted Wonderland. I’ve never been beyond the school...well...except that time...when...you know.”

“Mmph! Mmmmph!”

“Sorry, Grim,” You removed your hand on Grim’s mouth. He simply glared at you.

“I’ll give you more canned tuna after we return from our expedition,” You said.

“Alright! Let’s get going already!”

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Your mouth dropped in awe. The mountains here are amazing.

“If you keep that up, insects might enter your mouth,” Jade chuckled, making you blush once more.

“Thanks,” You said as you immediately closed your mouth, “Sorry about that. The view is just breathtaking. Going out of the school grounds is nice. I’ve never have the chance to do this. Man, I wish I could go out quite often.”

“You may join in my club to do so. It will be fun if you’re around there,” Jade smiled. Your blushed lightly.

After the club leader gave all of you instructions, everyone started to talk to each other and partnered up. Only knowing Jade amongst the club members, you approached him, “Do you mind if I tag along with you?”

Jade smiled at you and said, “Of course not, [First Name]. Though I hope you don’t mind what I have planned to do for this activity.”

“Of course not. What are you going to do?”

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“I didn’t know you love mushrooms, Jade-senpai!” You said as you continued pick up the mushrooms he instructed you to picked.

“This is quite boring,” Grim groaned as he continued to pick some mushrooms.

“I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself, [First Name],” Jade said.

“I mean why wouldn’t I? I don’t go outside the school grounds. Even if I was in my old world, you can’t enjoy the fresh air that nature brings,” You said with a smile.

“So, [First Name], I’m quite curious about your world and your life there. Will you share it with me?” Jade asked.

I mean why wouldn’t he. First, you’re an oddity. You don’t belong here in Twisted Wonderland. Secondly, he’s quite intrigued about it and you as well. You never talk much about your world and your life there.

“Sure. I don’t mind telling you about my world,” You said, “Though are you sure you want to know how my life was back then? It’s not as interesting as your lives here. It’s quite boring too.”

Jade smiled, “Of course, I’m sure. You’re quite...intriguing to me.”

Jade had been completely drawn to you during and after the anemones incident. He was quite interested how you’ve handled the situation and how you’ve outsmarted them. In addition to that, under your guidance, you were able to defeat at least five overblot incidents now. He was drawn by your strength and charisma as a leader and as a person. You’re quite ordinary yet you’ve done something so extraordinary that no one has able to do before. In fact, he admires you for it.

“Am I?” You started to twiddle your fingers.

“Of course. Your stories never bore me. It’s quite enjoyable to listen to you,” Jade said.

“i-Is that so?” You stuttered, blushing lightly as you tell him about your world.

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“I see. There really is no magic there? How do you humans cope up with it?”

“The education system of your world differs from each country. I see.”

“So Magift is similar to your sport in your world called American football. Tell me more.”

“Hahaha! That’s quite amusing. You’re different when you’re here and back to your world.”

Eventually, you guys took a break as the two of you sat under a tree. Grim on the other hand fell asleep by your side. You continued to talk about your world and life there.

Every information, every detail you shared...it sounds like you have a normal life there. It maybe average but it was your life. While Jade listened, he detected a hint of sadness from you. But that may be because you’re homesick.

“I had a fun life there but not as fun as being here,” You said as you giggled a bit.

“Don’t you miss your world?”

“Of course I do. I unintentionally left my family and friends there. I still haven’t found out why I’m here,” You sighed.

“Isn’t the headmaster working on it?” Jade asked.

You laughed awkwardly, “At this point, I’m not sure. Whenever Grim and I asked about it, he makes excuses after excuses after excuses.”

“If the headmaster has found a way for you to return your world, will you go back?”

“Of course, I will,” You answered without hesitation, “I have my family and friends waiting for me. They might be worried about me. I don’t know how time works here and there but I’m pretty sure that I’ve been gone for a long time in my world.”

“I see,” Jade sighed.

“Though I have to admit that I will have a hard time letting everything go,” You said sadly, “If I return back, the first thing I might do is cry. But I really must let go everything here and go back to where I belong.”

“I see,” Jade said, “Too bad. I will be having a hard time to let you go.”

“Eh?” You just blinked out of shock and confusion, “Why is that?”

Jade took a deep breathe as he holds both of your hands in his, “[First Name][Last Name]...”

You blushed at his actions, “Y-Yes?”

“I really like you. I really admire everything about you. You’ve overcome any adversities that you’ve faced. You may think you’re just an ordinary person but you’e not. You’re so much more than that. I find you very endearing,” Jade confessed.

“Jade-senpai...,” You just stared at his beautiful eyes as he continued to speak.

“You’re important to me. That’s why I don’t want to let you go. Not now, not ever,” Jade said.

The two of you started to lean in closer.

Closer

Both of your lips almost touched

Suddenly a growl was heard which made you two back off.

“I’m hungry! What’s for lunch?”

It was Grim’s stomach who ruined the perfect moment for you two.

“Grim...,” You said in a threatening voice while glaring at him which made Grim scared and confused.

“O-oi! What did I do?”

BONUS SCENE:

The trip made your bond with Jade stronger now. However, darn that you didn’t get your kiss.

You sighed as you tried to reach a book from a bookshelf in the library. You were on your tip toes.

Suddenly someone grabbed the book before you can.

You turned around to see Jade as he trapped you by putting his arms on either side of your head with the book on hand. You blushed as your heart pounds in your chest.

“Now, where were we?”

....And scene nya! Hope you enjoyed this nya! Hope this was to your liking, @asmahsan nya! That’s all, Nyakemi out nya!

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