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ggrocks · 1 month
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Sick Azul Drabble
Though I'm not a fan of babying/mischaracterizing him, I'm a sucker for this scenerio.
Azul gets sick, MC takes care of him.
warning: fem MC, some general Azul info. spoilers, workaholic/sick azuzu drabble
It was honestly inevitable.
With how much this man works, are you even surprised? As much as he tries to do it all, and abide by all his commitments, and get everything done, and live up to all his big talk, and be the #1 businessman/entrepreneur of the century– He still gets in over his head sometimes.
Sometimes he tries to attend class, study for 3 tests, write 2 essays, fulfill 5 contracts, do extra credit, replace ingredients for the lounge, keep up with Housewarden duties, check on his stocks, master a new skill, organize his coin collection, go over the lounge's expenses, keep Jade & Floyd in line, keep his reputation good, and remember to eat but wait Azul, don't eat too much– all in a 48 hour period.
Unsurprisingly, these are the times when Azul pulls an all-nighter, convinces himself he can be Superman, and then wakes up in a pile of contracts and school papers realizing he was Icarus.
On one of those ~ lovely hubris-taming days ~ you just so happened to be at Octavinelle, and discovered the endearingly pathetic pile Azul had crumpled into.
Of course, he hates to have you see him like this—he hates to have anyone see him like this—because he can't stand being perceived as weak.
The moment he notices you, he hurriedly picks himself off the floor and tries to appear more presentable. He thinks he looks fine enough, now that he's at least standing and smiling.
But... in actuality...?
You've never seen his hair that messy. You didn't even know it could get that messy.
He adjusted his glasses, but moments before they were askew on his face, barely aligned with his hazy, glossed-over looking eyes.
His eyes look tired, dull– and his glasses fail to conceal the very prominent dark circles beneath him.
He's uncharacteristically pale, his smile looks painfully forced... And that's without even mentioning the sorry state of his clothes.
An untucked, loose, wrinkled shirt. Wrinkled pants. Loose bowtie– and he isn't even wearing the rest of his usual dorm uniform.
His suspenders, black jacket and fedora? Sprawled on the couch. He just had his scarf and coat draped over his shoulders, like a make-shift blanket. He's even sniffling shivering...
And you don't need any more convincing than that. He's sick. And you're sending him straight to bed.
"No, no, no, I'm fine! Really– This is just a little cold, it's pass–" Yeah well your voice sounds like you swallowed a frog, Azul. It doesn't matter what it is, you look like a cat that's been left out in the rain.
Bed.
...Yeah, but he's still not gonna listen. He's coughing up a storm and there's a Mt. Everest of tissues where the trash bin should be– but 'Nooo, he's not sick... He's okay, this is really nothing...'
Okay you're done trying to talk to him. You grab his arm and drag him to his dorm room yourself, which is easier than you would think. He's too focused on not tripping over his own feet worry about resisting, even if he continues to verbally protest.
By the time you get him to his room, he's still complaining– but he also sits down when you ask him to. He's telling you he can take care of himself– but barely puts up a fight when you set aside his coat, scarf, loose bowtie and shoes.
He insists this is 'overkill', because 'he isn't that sick'... But very willingly follows your lead as you guide him to lay down.
Fluffing his pillows, tucking him in, insisting on taking care of him... He's still making a sour expression, and keeps muttering that 'he doesn't need it...' and 'he doesn't want to incur a debt...'
(he's falling asleep as he's protesting)
"Okay, uh-huh... Rest well, Azul."
The last thing he sees before knocking out is that sweet smile on your face... And it's also the first thing he sees when he wakes up.
In the several hours that he's slept, you've cleaned up his room, cleaned up his office, brought up the remaining pieces of his uniform, got him an extra blanket... You even made him some warm soup.
And you're sitting at his bedside... Smiling at him, with such a gentle, kind gaze. You gently woke him up, and spoke softly as he came out of his sleep-addled daze.
Apparently you told him he had a fever, it should clear up in a few days, you'll be happy to care for him without expecting repayment...
But he didn't really hear any of that.
He's too busy looking up at you, simultaneously in awe and conflicted.
On one hand, his mind is yelling at him to put up a brave front. To not appear weak. To maintain his reputation and image.
But, on the other hand... You... So nice... So pretty... hdhfjdfhd—
He doesn't know what to do, so he's just staring, not saying or doing anything until you guide him to sit up. You say that you hope he slept well, and that he's already looking better. You also tell him to lean back against the pillows, and to have some of the soup you made.
But he didn't hear much of that, either.
It isn't until to you properly offer him the bowl of soup that he gets out of his own head and tries to act tough again... But he can't even finish a sentence before you tell him to shush and let someone help him for once.
Surprisingly, he actually shuts up and listens. He stops running his mouth, takes the bowl, reaches for the– oh, you already have the spoon.
Okay, he'll take that now and– ...Why are you getting a spoonful of the soup?
Why–
why are you holding it up to his mouth.
why are you offering to feed him.
'He– He's practically fully grown!! He's not a child, he doesn't need to be spoon-fed!!'
But, again, you're looking right at him.
with that pretty smile...
He's redder than a boiled octopus, but he does relax and accept the doting and pampering...
...
Azul would never admit it, but part of him really liked the attention. He likes being taken care of. He likes having someone look after him.
He likes knowing you genuinely want to be there for him, and help him, and ensure that he gets better.
Though you insisted you didn't expect any repayment... He does want to thank you. Once he gets better, he'll let you have a nice meal at the lounge, free of charge.
It's the least he could do, especially after all the times you personally made meals for him, and even went so far as to help feed him...
He's not blushing. You're blushing–
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ilikelookingatthings · 2 months
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Anyone else kind of hope in the next Trolls movie they might properly adress the trolls becoming Grey thing?
because in the first movie they make a point that Among all of the trolls in the village Branch is the only Grey one due to the trauma of feeling like it was his fault his granny died and he felt it was the music's fault because he lured the Bergans over because he wasn't paying attention. He avoided hug time and seemed to put up a front to push the others away...but by the end of the movie he was okay with hug time and was able to bring back everyone else's colors and got his colors which were much brighter back.
and we saw all the trolls go grey and demoralized when poppy got sarcastic and felt hopeless....but Branch was living in a relatively peaceful settlement for ages and wasn't doomed to be eaten and was atcvely doing his best to prepare and fight against those type of scenerios...so its not just the hopeless factor right?
but what I don't get is Branch goes from super grey to super bright blue...but then in the following movies he was bright but then got darker?
like on one hand in the second movie he felt a bit off to me because he was supposedly more positive due to not being grey anymore so felt like he had more difficulty calling poppy out..but what I don't get is he is clearly much darker in this third movie then he was before? what happened to his colors? why did no one bring it up?
like does it come and go? can he shift his colors now depending on how he feels? but we also saw how there WAS a bias about him being kind of weird and grey so why does him being greyier not get adressed by anyone if those bright colors f his were so hard won in the first movie?
also what about his brothers? I know its been a while since they've been around branch so they don't know the specifics about him being grey before(which feels odd they never brought up) but do they not think his colors aren't as bright as they used to be?
also his brothers' colors (aside from bruce/spruce and maybe clay's hair) seemed to be not as bright...like their bods seem to bathc but werent they all bright colored before on the body? did they just naturally fade?
did his brothers turn Grey at all?
cuz honestly it seem difficult to get a troll sad enough for them to be grey..let alone stay Grey...and considering all of troll villaige went through the trauma of having been systematically eaten for a LONG LONG time and the only Gray one was Branch...like maybe its because he was a impressionable child it stuck harder? but I have questions...
like they make a clear point that princess/queen Viva has strong similarities/paranoia to Branch but she also clearly hasn't lost her colors...is it because she was forcing herself to stay positive and be strong for the other trolls she was protecting? but what about Clay? he has bright hair but has his odd sad hut he was choosing as his room and is the one who seemed to be doing the fire exits and the like..and Viva seems way more traumatized....but they at least seemed to semi listen to him...
so is it a socialization things? like everyone in viva's kingdom still seemed on edge so Clay got to actually feel more listened to and included unlike how all of the trolls kind of brushd off all of branch's warnings due to his 'the red coats are coming' vibe and his dismissal of their choice to cope with trying to forget and move on?
Bruce/Spruce has the love of his life and his family with the muppets so still seemed pretty bright....but i'm definitly stll curious.
especially about John Dory...because he was the eldest child and he left but when he came back he literally thought EVERYONE had died...and he had no way to know if his other brothers were alive either. He seems to be pretty upbeat honestly with some similar vibes to Poppy...but he definitely seems duller...but we know branch turning grey definitely was connected to seeing the grandma die/be taken...but also since most of the trolls had to deal with the bergens they all must have lost someone at sometime to the Bergens but they weren't Grey....but if Branch turned Grey over the grandma...its hard to imagine John Dory NOT turning Grey afetr thinking every troll he knew was dead including grandma and bitty B and most probably his other brothers...
but did he get his colors back recently after hearing about branch and teh pop trolls after they were discovered in the second movie after complete isolation? or was it earlier due to taking care of his catterpillar bus?
like...I'm kindof curious about how they can adress the grey aspect.
though I am applauding the implication of them showing the hug time aspect isn't just for socialization and care...it seems to be a biological need as basically having all his energy sucked out/talent...floyd came back to life after they were all around him giving him a hug...it wasn't even a 'spray my talent on him to see of it would bring him back' thing...it was literally hugs that saved flyod which gets so interesting thinking about all the other hug times as well as the affects on branch who avoided hug times as much as possible when he turned grey...also...how come we don't really see the other genre's of trolls with the hug time braclets...
also was it just me or were the trolls using their hair less in the third movie?
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spvencersreid · 6 months
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(Fem!reader x Spencer Reid)
~Cause all of the small things that you do, are what remind me why I fell for you.~
You never truly knew what hit you when you fell hard for a fellow agent named Spencer Reid. Maybe it was the way that he would always brighten a room whenever he walked into it or how he treated you better than any other man every had but you know one thing; you were pretty sure you were absolutely in love with him.
And that's exactly why you couldn't ever tell him so. You were terrified of rejection. You didn't exactly have the best history when it came to dating, not that it was particularly long to begin with. But you couldn't get him out of your mind so you just decided that dating any other guy wasn't your thing because you had your eyes only set on him.
Whether or not he felt the same was the most psychologically draining thing you'd ever put your self through. The constant what ifs were honestly almost too much to handle. You had worked with him for just under six months now and he was the only distraction that kept effecting your work habits and your coworkers were definitely starting to notice. Although they actually picked up on your stomach twisting crush on him well before you knew and the initial denial hit. But unlike you, Spencer was clueless and went on his days as per usual. Which if you were being completely honest was slowly killing you inside.
So you decided you could do one of two things; you could either slowly distance yourself in hopes that your feelings would magically go away, or you could somehow muster up the courage to confess to him and face the inevitable rejection that was to shortly come afterwards. But one of these two outcomes had to happen because he was like a bacteria infection taking over your brain. Whenever you would want to go to sleep you would only be able to fall asleep to yourself making up scenerios about you and him together, which in your mind would never happen because he couldn't possibly feel the same way about you.
~And when we're apart, and I'm missing you, I close my eyes and all I see is you.~
The main issue in regarding to talking to him was that you had quite literally rarely ever talked to him outside of necessarily talking to him when it came to case styles or sitting around the round table and discussing the current case. But whenever he did speak to you you could only describe it as pure ecstasy anytime he would ever speak to you or in your general direction and you would have to physically resist all urges from turning as red as a tomato. But you had to force yourself to talk to him because mentally you couldn't handle it anymore. At this point where you were he was taking over every part,every hour, every minute, every second of your day. And although you didn't mind it hurt you inside knowing that he possibly couldn't think about you the same way as you were.
As you were getting off of the bau's private jet you decided that it was now or never. It was time to tell him because after you got home you had all of the weekend to go through the five stages of grief. That would give you the time to handle the rejection he's so inevitably would give you because you could never believe that you ever going to be loved or love someone else the way that you loved him. So you grabbed your things and put them on your desk and just as you looked up he was starting to leave the office and so it took everything in you to finally say:
"Hey Dr.Reid?"
He quickly turned around surprised that you were calling after him
"[Y/N] I will kindly remind you once again that just like the rest of the team you are welcome to call me by my first name."
You slightly chuckled at his response. Savouring the final moments of sweet bliss.
"Okay.. Spencer. Can I quickly talk with you about something? I promise it won't take long."
A slight flash of worry flashed on his face which quickly faded.
"Yeah for sure, what would you like to talk about?"
"He is so nice, this is going to hurt" You thought to yourself. Then you just flat out said it.
"I need to talk to you about... us."
A look of confusion appeared on his face as his took a couple of steps towards you.
"Umm..what about us would you like to talk about? Did I do something?"
Well there was definitely no option to change the subject now so with a deep breath you took the risk.
"No, you did nothing wrong! I just wanted to let you know that I.. I have very strong feelings for you and I needed to tell you because I couldn't go on any longer without you knowing. I think about you 24/7 which is exhausting not knowing if you feel the same way. Which you probably don't, so we can just pretend that this never happened. You have a good weekend."
After saying those words aloud you sped walked past Spencer and the door as fast as your feet could take you without it looking as if you were running from him. You didn't even wait to see the expression on his face before you started walking away. You just couldn't handle the negative reaction you were honestly expecting. You were just about to push the button on the elevator when you felt a hand on your wrist lightly tug you from behind. You slowly turned around and was faced with those brown eyes you could get lost in. He was looking at you in a way you've never seen before.
"Did you mean all of that?"
"I mean yeah, why would I lie about something like that.."
"Why'd you walk away?"
"I wanted to have time to grief when you inevitably reject me, guess I just wanted a head start."
"I'm confused.."
"Why?"
"I..I never knew you felt that way about..me."
"Really? The team said that I was being pretty obvious."
"Well I am not one for picking up on romantic social cues."
You let out a light laugh. You thought to yourself why he was dragging out rejecting you.
"Well now you know, and I'm think I'm ready now."
"Ready for what?"
"You rejecting me and admitting that you in fact do not feel the same way..."
"[Y/N] I care deeply for you. And if I knew that you liked me I would of told you that I had felt the same way sooner. Although I didn't picture it like this."
What?
No way.
God I hope he's not lying.
"Wait what? You liked me? How could you ever like me?"
"I mean [Y/N] how could I not? I mean your the most interesting person on the planet. I never stop thinking about you. You always look amazing, your outfits are.. admittedly kinda distracting at times, and your smile always makes my day."
He is lightly blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. You are standing there mouth agape trying to process not getting rejected like you had so carefully planned.
"What would ever possibly make you think that I ever would reject you?"
"Well I dunno guys don't really ever like me like that, I'm sorta the funny side character kinda person. I'm just not appealing romantically."
Spencer lightly gasps at the last sentence.
"I've been head over heals for you since you first walked through these doors
[Y/N], I thought if anything I was being obvious about how I felt."
You just stand there stunned, the man you've loved for six months feel the same way. And you were not prepared for it.
"So..you feel the same way?"
"Of course I do."
"So...where exactly do we go from here?"
"Well I would love to take you out on a date, if that's okay with you."
You nodded in response.
"Nice I just have two more questions and then I should really get going, my bed is calling me."
"Okay what are your questions Spencer?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
You didn't even hesitate.
"Yes, I would love nothing more! And your other question?"
He's looking down at the floor, then back up at your lips, then back up into your eyes.
"Can I.. Can I kiss you?"
Without saying anything you went up to him and gently places your lips on his, feeling sweet relief. He froze slightly at first but quickly softly kisses you back.
This was it, the start of your new relationship with hopefully the love of your life. And you couldn't wait to see where it would take you.
~I fell in love with those eyes.~
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Word count: 1,550
Ahh my first one shot in this book!
I really hope you guys like it!
Please vote and leave a comment!
And I might take requests so leave some down if you would like!
Take care,
- M
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doublerainbow-if · 7 months
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Haven’t even finished reading the hickey reactions but I’m gonna ask, how would the RO’s react if the hickey turned out to be a big bite?
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M is so surprise that they can't help but to laugh. However, it's not of relief or happiness but bitterness. They try to hide the tears building in their eyes as they are hit with that still present possibility of you being taken away from them. Despite them leaving you first years ago, their heart lost a piece of themselves that fateful day of cutting all ties to their past life. A piece that belong to you and only you.
L doesn't mean to laugh but they never seen anybody get that big of a bug bite bite before. They will rib you for little while, calling you little affectionate nicknames and asking how it happened. All of their mirth and teasing though is a mask for the relief they feel in their chest. They could have lost you, someone so important to them that they don't envision a life without you. You notice them being more clingy and touchy in the following weeks, a desperation within in touch.
B is grabbing their portable first aid kit. All their spiralling thoughts halted at the sight on your neck. They couldn't care if you have someone who wasn't them, their relief pales to their need to help you. Even you try to show them away, they can't just stand idling by. They don't why they ignore your protests and excuses, maybe it's to feel it under their finger. So they can believe that they still have chance and it's not a fever dream. They hide their quick smiles behind their worried voice and careful application of aid. Maybe they do have chance still.
J needs a minute. They still send you away from their office but it is void of the anger from the previous scenerio. They can't think when you're around honestly, your presence will only muddle their racing thoughts. They rub the flowers on their arms, bleeding out all of their thoughts into each line and petal to set their emotions in order. These new emotions honestly terrify them. The rising negativity of having possibly lose another love, it's just too much for them. They wish they can speak of these feelings to you but... The flowers only stare back at them. What should they do? They don't know if they knew the answer yet
V is definitely going to use this against you. They may like you but doesn't mean they can't call you out on anything you do. But it's nothing malicious or truly mean, more like an inside joke they use at gatherings or private joke between the two of you. Sometimes though you will spot them staring you with happiness and fondness in their eyes during those moments. V is simply glad that they still have time to gather their courage and tell you their true feelings. Even though what transpired was amusing, they will take this chance to be better towards as well. They have to be better.
C shocked face had you giggling before their laughter soon follows yours. The two of you following together in a joyous pile over the amusing string of events. C tries to keep their relief under wraps as they bask in the atmosphere surrounding the two of you. No worries and troubles crossing your face as everything fades away around C. They have that urge to embrace the pure joy in your being, taking you in fully in this pure moment. But they stop themselves before they can cross that line. All consuming want to pull you closer is push back by your goal. Your soulmate. How could they compete, how could they want this, why did they have to fall in !ove?
Avery might have done a spittake or drop their cup in their surprise state. They scramble yo clean up as happiness fills their their heart. They can't quite look at you, all thoughts preoccupied with acting like such a fool in front of you. They are in their mid thirties for goodness sake. They shouldn't bee so immature but they can't help it. They know now. They know that maybe you do want them after all. Their hand brushes against yours gently as they clean the tables with napkins, looking up to see the fondness in your eyes. Maybe, their hand loosely holds yours as a smile widens across your lips, you do love them. Or at least like them. A full blush overcomes their cheeks at the most amazing sight before their eyes.
Kahula is going to hug you so tight, you might even have a few cricks popped with how hard they hold you. You can't see their face as its buried in your shoulder but you can feel something wet on your shoulder. Kahula though is warring between overwhelming happiness and loathing, wanting to finally say what they should have said in the first place. All of the possibilities of you disappearing from their life again, they can't deal with that pain again. But now not the right time. Especially since they cried into your shirt. They must look like a baby with their tears but they covered it up with wide grins and loud chuckles. They want you to still think of them as this badass rockstar. They hope this didn't ruin what they could happen with you. If they can go through with their confession plan already.
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finsterkiibo · 6 months
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How do you think confessed their feelings first out of Kiibo and Shuichi, and how do you think the confession went?
HI ANON I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG GETTING TO THIS ITS BEEN LIKE A MONTH OR LONGER IM SO SORRYYY AUGH at first I was planning to make one of my usual comics to answer this bc I Honestly Need To Make One for this concept BUT MOTIVATION WORKS AGAINST ME. I HOPE TO FINISH IT SOMEDAY. ITS STILL SOMETHING I NEEDDD TO DO.
BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION! I have many many confession ideas in my head, self indulgent ones, hypothetical ones, accidental ones, etc. etc. BUT for my most canon compliant, most realistic, most canon TO ME confession scenerio, shuichi is the one to confess! And it’s postgame as well! obviously after kiibo is rebuilt, probably a few months to a year after he’s rebuilt? (realistically). I feel like shuichi most certainly fell for kiibo first, and definitely caught some sort of feelings ingame, especially in some of the later chapters and ftes. but realistically? in a situation like that? especially after kaede and kaito? I don’t think he’d ever want to confess not knowing if either of them would ever make it out. And kiibo on the other hand has a very loose grasp on love ingame and knowing how he kind of looked down on shuichi as inferior for their first few interactions, I think it’s very likely it took him A Bit longer to properly appreciate shuichi as a person and start gaining feeling for him himself (I do think it happens later ingame for him too, but he’s just a lot less aware that those feelings are love as opposed to just strong liking or trust in shuichi after properly interacting with eachother)
but for the scenerio itself, I headcanon all the survivors living together in an apartment postgame! himiko and maki sharing a room and kiibo and shuichi sharing a room, to save space and pay less. Himiko and Maki got jobs almost immediately after they escaped the kg to pay for their home properly while shuichi stayed home figuring out how to rebuild kiibo (though ofc himiko and maki helped when they could!!) So! in that inbetween time before shuichi got a job as well and after kiibo was rebuilt, they spent A LOT of their free time together. They learned things about eachother they never got the chance to ingame. Saw sides of eachother they never got to see before. Without a killing game looming over their head (despite the trauma still very much effecting them) they both were really able to get so much closer. Spend so much more time doing mundane everyday life things, walking, running errands, cooking, cleaning, just. Living. This is when it really settled in for shuichi. this wasn’t just some sudden crush and attachment he had in a killing game, he loves kiibo. he loves seeing kiibo smile. he loves hearing kiibos voice. he loves walking alongside him as they stroll through the neighborhood. he loves kiibo. and this sort of settled in for kiibo too, though he’s still new to the emotion, he’s realizing his attatchment and want to be around and spend time with shuichi is more than just the feeling of friendship. but he just can’t figure it out. why does he feel horrible when shuichi is away. why do his fans go off whenever shuichi smiles…. he must be malfunctioning.
until one night, shuichi laid in his bed, having made the excuse he was going to bed early, leaving the others to finish off dinner. yet he laid there wide awake, his mind racing, going back and fourth on whether he should ever even bother confronting kiibo on his feelings, when kiibo walked in a few hours later to plug himself in for the night too. “this is it.” “just get it over with.” shuichis mind screamed. shuichi sat up, asking to see if kiibo was still powered on. Kiibo perking up from the desk across shuichis bed and telling him he was, and wasn’t expecting shuichi to still be wide awake himself. shuichi stayed silent for a moment, looking down at his hands, fidgeting them a bit. kiibo asking if he needed anything and if he was okay. shuichi looks up at kiibo and just. says it. “I love you, Kiibo.” Kiibo sat in silence for a moment, processing the four whole words that came out of his friends mouth, buffering like a computer. was this just some sort of elaborate prank? shuichi wouldn’t…. then it hit him. that’s what kiibo was feeling. his dread when shuichi leaves and his want to be around him constantly and cheer him up wasnt just some fucked up malfunction. he loved shuichi. And shuichi loved him too.
WENT INTO MEGA RAMBLING TERRITORY AND BORDERLINE FANIC WRITING SORRY ABOUT THAT OOPSIESS APOLOGIES IF ANYTHING DOESNT MAKE SENSE IM NOT AN AUTHOR OR ANYTHING
I JUST REALLY WANTED IT PROPERLY LAYED OUT AND IM GLAD SOMEONE ASKED!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON! I HOPE THIS ANSWERS YOUR QUESTION!! hopefully I’ll finish that comic someday eheheh been struggling with it for over a month now and I don’t even color my comics </3
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theasterous09 · 3 months
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<3<3 (anon prompt guy again)
So glad you were cool with it!! I wrote those prompts specifically so you could think up a bunch of possibilities that could happen and lead to x scenerio, so I'm honestly more interested in what you have thought you for them! (im staring at the metaphorical back of your head as of now. tell me pls 🥺)
And since you asked about my first prompt, (Randy notices the strangeness of the people around him) it could pretty much bounce back and forth. As in, it could be the people here or Randy or maybe ALL of them who are ykyk. Maybe Randy is trapped in a dream again, or maybe everyone (maybe not everyone) found out he's the Ninja-- stuff like that. I don't really have anything specific in mind for the prompts, really. Have fun with them!
Anyway, good luck with the 1m things you have to do 😂 Going to look forward to what you spawn from your mind.
Ahhh I see, I already have a lot of ideas, thanks lots! <3 ✨
And thanks for answering my question, now I have a vague idea of what I wanna do for the first prompt now hehe (just note, at least one or two of this is going to be angst or hurt/comfort lol)
and lastly, thanks! I'll be needing that 'good luck' hahahahahaha (I'm dying inside send help- /j)
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reijixia13 · 2 years
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Who Made Me A Princess x Reader
“First Meeting” Pt2
This is part 2 of first meeting for Felix and Anastacius, In glad to make this cause i have a school suspension since there's a storm lmao safe journey to everyone btw♡
If you want part 3 for females like Athanasia, Jennette and Lilian im more than happy to add them vut if you also like to have an occ Roger Alpheus im fine with it, I honestly have a scene for him ♡
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Ok lets start
Felix Robane
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His very attractive look at those breads
He looks hot when his serious, Cute whenever he wants to
Anyways the first time you met? Ahh probably from such a young age you met i honestly want that childhood friends to lovers so thats what happend to you and him
Let see.. hmmmmm Your the daughter of the count and you happend to admire your father so much to the point you visit him at his work
Which he is the commander for the emperor's palace and had earn alot of recognition and respect from the nobles
At times like this, you never act lady like unless meeting any of the royalties
At some point your brothers (your going to have 2 brothers, one older and one younger) were wondering how you could do that but netherless they were very supportive of you♡
So just like that, your admiration for your father was such a great one. He would teach you how to weld a sword and injure people who'd mess with you incase of problems
So When you decided to visit the palace with the Emperor's permission (his planning something lol) You accidentally came across two royals
“Oh, (Y/N)? What are you doing here?”
“Im simply taking a walk with the His Majesty's permission as my father would take a while for the meeting his currently having. Im sorry for intruding, Your Highnesses.” with a polite bow you gave your reason as polite as possible
“Haha its ok, Your permitted to be one of my guards right? His Majesty assigned you and your taking the test, correct?” The older prince excitedly ask, you titl your head and nodded
Did i ever tell you that the only reason you can get in was actually because your a knight in training for the heir to the throne? Yes now you know
You and the prince have a very unique kind of knowledge to one another i guess??
“Your highness, Your mother is looking for you-”
Felix stopped his sentence as he saw Anastacius glaring at him, he immediately bowed but not as respectful as the other
“It seems like you have to go Claude, I'll be going. (Y/N) how about tea?”
“I wish all the glory shine upon you prince Claude. Its nice to meet you too Young Lord Felix Robane. I'll be joining his highness now please take care.” with that you follow behind a talking Anastacius
Felix immediately turn to look at you, who probably had his eyes beam and shine like the sun. You look really pretty. Is one of his thoughts.
You gave Claude a respectful bow and a smile to the both boys
HAHAHA not as romantic as any childhood friends to lovers story but im telling you in the future it'll definitely get better
So that happend.
Any clues what's gonna happen next?
Anastacius De Alger Obelia
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Villains are so fine af
Anyways before i got lost on ranting on how i almost lost the scenerio for felix we gotta finish this sht first and before i cry for shts after shts
Ok this guy ask you to marry him
He thought when he first saw you in his disguise in the market “oh this person is so gonna benefit me”
Meanwhile you were having a peaceful lovely marketing some fruits for the living you have for a friend of yours and their adoptive kids which your totally fine with it aslong as they can give you something you could budget for their food
That stop as this perv looking guy with black hair and idk what eye color is that getting on his knees and asking for your hand in marriage
Idk how long you guys stared probably wondering who tf will marry you in a messy clothing rn
“Yo who tf are you” you asked, with a raise of a brow
Everyone in the market was around the two of you being the marites (Philippines karen every gender ver ig)
“(Y/N), do you know this guy?” one of the stall owners asked, you look at them and shook your head
“I dont even have a relationship with anyone since birth, How tf do i even know him he looks like a pervert”
Anastacius was either having a crisis right now or just doesn't understand why your acting like that. I mean he got (let me search her name)
That took me 7 minutes to try and find who tf this woman was since she's not very import she a walking trash rn so her name was Penelope skksshhssh
He got Penelope had a one night stand with him on the timing to be exposed to claude who can only look at him with betrayal
Honestly if i was his mother instead, ill be on that one fanfic i read from wattpad lmao
So he was wondering how tf can you reject him
His thinking probably his looks, if he has his original identity right now he knows how much you surely would fall inlove with him
You just have to look at him like he was a weird duck from the swan
So it ended with someone being one of the elders you be friended startibg to shoo him away with a crane targeting his lower parts of the body
You thanked the old lady ofcourse
Gaaaahh sorry for the short one shot! Please give me ideas ob how this will be going lmao
Very proud to make this at 10am to 1 pm lol
Im very tired so ill be sleeping now
Request are open btw so you can request^^
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goddessofroyalty · 2 years
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Viktor/Finn thoughts now. NOW. Give it to us. We require sustenance.
How did they meet? Is there a genuine attraction there, or like a crush on his father's business partner for young Viktor? Or a crush on his bosses cute son for Finn? Or is it all just a bid for more power by marrying into the most powerful family in Zaun?
What's Vander and Silco's thoughts on this? I can absolutely see a scenerio of, Silco seeing Finn & Viktor flirting and the next time they see each other Finn is missing like 3 fingers lmao. The siblings are probably all SUPER overprotective of him too (as they always are lol)
And of course, poor Jayce, I can imagine he feels so so insecure if he ever finds out Viktor used to date/crush on this tattooed, cyber-modded Chembaron, he's just like raw white bread in comparison lol, but hey Viktor loves some white bread <3
The fanart this is all entirely to be blamed on.
And alright this is one of those things where I'm possible fudging their ages but I don't really care. They met when they were teenagers a little before Viktor moved to Piltover (so Viktor was like 14ish and Finn was 16ish) and it was because Finn was working for Silco at that point so tended to be around a bit. It's a bit of a combo between crush on boss's cute kid and trying to marry into the family. Like if Viktor wasn't Silco's kid Finn might not be as interested in him but he does still very much think Viktor's attractive especially once they get into ages where those 2 years don't make Viktor look like a kid compared to him (so it's a bit... he would have gone after him anyway but the fact Viktor's not bad on the eyes helps).
He's not subtle about it either. And while he isn't pushy he also is not accepting the 'no' Viktor has been giving him since Day One. So every time they run into each other he's laying it on thick that Viktor should come home with him, they'd make good husbands, etc, etc. And while at first Viktor was just flustered and defensive about it (he wasn't really interested in relationships at the time and the world of dating was all very new to him generally) as he gets old he tends to string Finn along a little before dropping the "no" again. I do sometimes play with the idea that they did very briefly date when they were younger but Viktor moving to Piltover kind of killed their chances because of the distance/Viktor throwing himself into his studies.
Silco isn't happy about it at all. But Finn continues to sit on just the side of the line where Silco can't overtly act on it without looking like he's the one blowing it out of proportion. Although that doesn't stop him from reminding Finn to keep his eyes and hands to himself and that he does not want him as a son-in-law and will happily maim him before letting that happen.
Vander is a bit more willing to let Viktor handle it himself. Yeah he'll step in if Finn crosses a line and probably has a lot of opinions and comments about the kid but Viktor does have to learn to navigate a world where there are people interested in him for his parents and does seem to be managing it himself fine enough.
Jayce doesn't know what to make of Finn honestly. Because on one hand yeah Finn is powerful in Zaun and there are things he shares with Viktor as a result that Jayce doesn't. On the other hand Finn is kind of worlds away from just about everyone in Piltover so Jayce really doesn't know how to approach him generally. Nor how he's supposed to handle the fact this guy is flirting with Viktor (and Viktor is playing alone??? Oh wait no he's turning him down. Does [Jayce] need to back him up in telling this guy to fuck of??? He really doesn't know). But Viktor assures him that anything that was between them is very much in the past now, he's not interested. But, yeah, Jayce doesn't know how to feel about it.
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quandaryqueen · 2 years
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Honestly I just wanted to share this scenerio w you
Harley Quinn riddler pinning w a sinestro corps! Reader
How they met? Sinestro thought that maybe it's time to show his child (He mentally adopted them alr) where he goes off sometimes, leading them to the meeting room (I haven't really watched Harley Quinn so sorry if this isn't accurate), while reader is curiously gazing at the other villains, riddler notices them and is just- completely entranced by them
Gosh, when they actually meet instead of him staring at them in the meetings sometimes he just shamelessly flirts w them and they just don't know how to respond. A very flustered n confused expression is painted on their face, the sinestro corps don't usually show... That many emotions since they gotta put up a face but reader is so caught of guard by him flirting w em they just forget about putting up a facade
Reader is only shows those type of emotions to riddler and vice versa, it's honestly pretty sweet, the villains around them don't know how to handle the flirting riddler always says to reader
This goes on for a long while and sinestro is just "what the fuck, I didn't expect this to happen-"
Reader and riddler are honestly very protective of each other that people know how to keep their mouth shut when talking shit about the one of em
I can imagine riddler just recognizing reader in their civilian form while they're just screeching inside cause the mf just HAD to start their conversation with a flirty line
He sends them flowers to their doorstep, reader is looking at them knowing that it's him but is confused as to how he knows their address
When sinestro corps! Reader was fighting some hero someone was fangirling loudly fkr them and their very puzzled cause, they're literally a villain? Hello??
Riddler heard of it and is quite,,, jealous, so when they both had one of their conversations again he just confesses his feelings to them when reader was teasing him saying "You like me nygma?"
They short-circuit but still managed to tell him they reciprocate the feelings
This man has me so down bad for him it's not even funny, why's he gotta be so damn charming
THIS. This is sweet omfg, got me smiling like a dork ass, this is fucking 💋👌 amazing, divine
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hwajin · 3 years
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ok wait i’m a SUCKER for hurt/comfort fics so maybe one day u n minho are fucking and he’s denying you ur orgasm which is normal you like being edged but ur day has absolutely SUCKED so it’s doing more harm then good and u say the safe word and minho is like internally panicking and becomes incredibly soft and just really gentle
ughhhh omg anon how'd you know i'm also a sucker for hurt/ comfort (just any kind if angst rlly) HERE WE GO (hope you like it <3)
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[ 21:16 ] Lee Minho / nsfw
— gn!reader, use of safe word!
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This is what you wanted. Minho's fingers deep inside you, his tongue swirling around your clit deliciously as you felt the, by now, second orgasm creeping up on you. You didn't get to experience the previous one, Minho retreating his hands, his mouth from you when you whined that you were close.
If you thought about it, it is not quite what you wanted. What you needed, in fact. You did want to feel good, you did want to relieve stress after the most exhausting day you've had for a while now. Just not necessarily like this.
But you didn't tell Minho about it, you have only attacked him with your lips, already undressing him in the living room where he has innocently been watching a movie before you pulled him with you to the bedroom. So Minho, without a thought about your motives, did what he always did; edged you, made you beg, nearly cry for him. Because he knew you loved it. You loved pleading him, you loved this feeling of him having such power over you. And Minho loved it as well, just as much, if not even more than you did.
But today was different, which your boyfriend didn't know of. Especially today you didn't want to beg for him, wanted him to just please you without playing his usual games. But once again, after you’ve said you were close, after begging him to finally let you cum, he pulled away from you, kissing your inner thighs, caressing your hips, your waist, anything he laid his hands on.
“Can you take just a little more kitten, hmm?”
Minho’s words were sweet, easing you a bit before he teased you again, running his delicate fingers over your most sensitive parts, elliciting a desperate reaction out of you. His mouth found your clit once again and you were so close so fast due to your hypersensitivity Minho has created that it was almost pathetic. But once again Minho denied you to relieve your stress, denied you to cum for the third time now. And this was the point where you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt tears building up in your eyes, your mind running wild and even though you hated using your safe word on Minho - because he didn’t know about your day, didn’t know he was doing something wrong - you did say it, almost screamed it out, clear and loud for your boyfriend to hear it.
Minho stopped in his tracks, immediately, his eyes widening in fear, his heart sinking into his stomach. He hurried to quickly wipe away the tears that now spilled over, running down your cheeks silently. He cursed himself internally for not noticing them beforehand, for not realizing that you weren’t alright with what he was doing tonight. God, he hated it deeply to be the reason for your tears and he could only hope, could only pray that he hasn’t hurt you in any way, that you’d still be comfortable around him after this. Because he heard this word for the first time out of your mouth like this and he swore right this moment he would never do anything to make you say it ever again. He would make sure of it.
Minho caressed your shoulders, slightly, ever so slowly pulling you closer to his own body. He didn’t want to scare you away, didn’t want you to be fearful in any way of him, so he moved carefully, didn’t move at all without thinking first. When he saw that you leaned your body towards him, when he sensed that you wanted to be in his arms, in his embrace, he hugged you tightly, caressing your arms, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down. He didn’t say anything until he felt your breathing becoming regular again, until he didn’t hear any sobs anymore, and only then he pulled away from you, just a bit to look at you in worry.
“Tell me what happened, baby. I don’t ever want to make you feel like this, so please tell me what I did wrong, alright?”
His voice was dripping with regret, which hurt you deeply, which made you shake your head strongly at his words.
“Practically nothing. Usually I love it when you’re like this, but- I-”,
you stuttered, Minho’s hands lingering on your arms, caressing every part of your body to reassure you, and it calmed you down, finally finding the courage to looked at him straight in the eyes before continuing,
“Today was such a stressfull day and all the edging was too overwhelming. You know that I normally love it, just- today was too exhausting.”
Minho looked at you, relieved that he finally understood, angry, furious at himself for not asking you twice since he noticed your unusual behavior, noticed the way you attacked him so desperately the moment you came home.
“I’m sorry, I should have told you, you didn’t know.”
It broke Minho’s heart into pieces, you apologizing for a mistake he has done. His lips quickly found yours, giving you a small peck before he interwined his hands with yours, looking deeply into your eyes.
“Hey, listen. It’s not your fault. This is fully on me, alright? Yes, I didn’t know about it but I should’ve made sure I did, I should’ve simply asked you. You have nothing to do with my mistakes, okay?”
It felt like a stone fell from your heart after his words. You felt at ease with Minho reassuring you in that way, with him not making you feel bad for stopping him like this or worrying him, with him understanding where you were coming from. You felt safe around him and you decided to let him know by capturing his lips in yours, kissing him lovingly, kissing him as if you mean it. Because you did, truly. Minho kissed you back, the same exact way, feeling, somehow sensing your emotions and meeting them. Your hands found their way to his messy hair, entangling in the strands, while his were roaming around your back, endearing every so little part of your body. You sighed against his lips, moving even closer to him until you straddled his lap, your bare chest pressed tightly against his own one, and you kissed him with a passion, with a heat he didn’t expect you to find after such an eventful day. But you were needy, needy for what Minho has been denying you for way too long now, so you pulled away, giving the male time to breathe before saying;
“Please make me feel good.”
Minho looked at you for a moment, reading your face, your expression before flipping you over gently, kissing your lips once again the moment he was hovered above you. His lips found your neck, sucking on your sweet spot while you felt his tip brush against your entrance already. You whined at just that, sensitivity and previous emotions being the cause of your reactions. Minho looked up at you, his eyes still filled with worry, sweat glistening on his forehead.
“You’re a hundred percent sure? You really want this, right?”
You smiled at at his words, impossibly greatful for a boyfriend like him, and you nodded your head yes, reassuring him.
“Yes, Minho, I do.”
With that he had his lips on yours again and you felt him stretching you suddenly, the pain almost harmless due to plenty preparation before. Minho didn’t convert his eyes from you even once, watching your every movement closely until he bottomed out, making the both of you moan quietly. He didn’t move just yet, waiting for your assurance to start moving and it quickly came with you patting his shoulder two times, just like how he knows it. He looked at you while he rolled his lips once, slowly, very slowly so, eyeing you carefully, still. The last thing he wanted now was to be too fast, was to scare you away. After you scrunched your face in pleasure, wanting more of the feeling Minho has only given you a taste of now, he started moving faster, rolling his hips against yours, angleing his thrusts the way he knew would make you scream in seconds. You started digging your nails into the males back, his shoulders, anything you could get ahold on. And, god, Minho had to fight so hard to keep his composure, to not tremble at the way you felt so dangerously good around him, so warm and deep that it got him weak in the knees. The sounds you were making, your moans, especially of his name didn’t make anything easier and he swore he almost lost it when he felt you clench around him, signaling how close you were already. Minho aimed to make you feel as good as possible, as fast possible so he fastened the movements of his hips just an ounce, reaching the speed he knew you loved the most and angled himself just perfectly. With one loud, drawn out moan you came undone beneath him, body shaking, eyes closed shut, chest heaving fast. Minho pulled out and pumped himself just a few more times before releasing on your stomach, panting just as heavily. No matter how much he liked seeing his cum on you, anywhere on you he got his priorities straight, hurried to grab some tissues to wipe you clean and watched how you slowly came down again, breathing becoming regular, eyes opening to look at him. Minho gave you a loving smile, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
“Thank you. I love you.”
Minho’s heart nothing but melted at your words, already picking you up to run you a bath, to clean you up. To take care of you just a little bit more.  
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lei-z-fan · 3 years
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THIS IS NOT A DRILL
WE GOT GRUVIA CONTENT
Honestly I think everyone was starving for some Gruvia content because we knew we wouldn’t get one for a while. So the fact that this happened so soon was extremely shocking and honestly I couldn’t believe my eyes. LETS GET DOWN TO ANALYSIS
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I don’t know about you Gruvians but I have fantasized about this type of scenerio. We manifested this like come on. Like Oh my god, I don’t think it could be any more clear that Gray loves Juvia with all his heart. IN FACT, she is the only one IN his heart. His blush, his expression, the fact that he’s not denying or embarrassed of his feelings for her. I love how specific they went with “sleeping in the depths of your heart” like this isn’t some surface level feelings or what ever. ITS THOSE DEEP FEELINGS. (Like wanting to start a family with someone but haha it’s not like THATS been proven)
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Not only did I find this funny, I also over analyzed this like a maniac. Because like Natsu loves his friends right, but so does Gray. Some how within that context with Natsu as an example; Lucy and Erza (maybe Mirajane) should be manifested for Gray too. Gray straight up loves his friends that’s a fact and he’s very protective of them as well. BUT only Juvia appeared for him. It really furthers as evidence that Juvia really is the only woman for him, she really is his world, she really is his power to live. I honestly can’t get enough of it, I want to see so many scenarios involving Gray’s feelings towards Juvia because it’s so refreshing and it never gets old.
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This kinda threw me for a loop because I really wanted to see Gray struggle to fight Snow Juvia. Possibly that could have been his hurdle to get over (referencing my previous analysis and my theory) But I guess not. Ngl I’m sorta living for the fact that even though he acknowledges Juvia’s over the top affection so much that it can’t be replicated, even then implying that trait of hers is his weak spot 👀 possibly
Now back to counting the days until the next Gruvia Crumb 🧍🏻‍♀️⏳
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wenellyb · 3 years
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hey! every now and then i've seen random posts about sebastian's comment/s on colin kap kneeling among other things, but i've never seen any source material or hard facts. do you have any posts about this or deconstruction of your own? i'd be very interested, ty!
Hey yourself😉!
So I've found the screenshot of the post (at the bottom) and just so you know he also posted an apolology but that one I couldn't find a screenshot of.
There are plenty of posts talking about this but I think most of them are old so it would take some time for me to find them.
If you want my opinion. The whole thing was f*cked up and I remember being extremely surprised and unfollowing him after that post.
And he did apologize, which is good and I do think he understands that that post was not great, but it wasn't my main issue.
When the whole story with Kaepernick happened it was a real eye opener and exposed a lot of racists even among celebrities. I'm looking at you Christopher Meloni. But not only him.
So Colin Kaepernick was to kneeling to protest against police violence and racism.
And a lot of people reacted like a lot of White people react when the topic of racism arise: deny everything and get defensive "How dare he protest blablabala" "He's so rich and he's saying White people are priviledged..." "How dare he say there is racism in this country". You know the usual.
But the thing is to me, the way he protested was the most respectful, and most peaceful way to protest and also so impactful. And some people had still a problem with it...I don't understand how ANYBODY could have a problem with it ... unless they were racist in one way or the other. That was the bar for me... I could not have respect ANYBODY who had a problem with him kneeling, because their message was clear “just sh*t up and play football”.
To me, anybody who had a problem with Colin Kaepernick taking a knee... was automatically problematic and the worst.
For other forms of protests there can always be arguments against it, lousy arguments, but arguements nevertheless: "They're blocking the streets" "There was violence during the protest",... etc... But what is your argument with having a man kneel during the National Anthem, to call out something as serious as police brutality.
To me it was clear that they just wanted Black Americans to shut up, and stay in their lane. "Sports have nothing to do with politics blablabla"
And unfortunately history proved Colin Kaepernick right, and I don't think anybody could voice bad opinions about him today, but at the time, a lot of people were criticizing him, calling him names, insulting him, and even some celebrities were talking about how disrespectful he was.
They cared more about the way he was voicing his protest, than the fact that racism was a real issue.
And because of the protests last year, I think a lot of people tend to forget about that time, but Kaepernick faced A LOT of backlash, A LOT and for what....??? Absolutely no justification. With the way some people reacted you would have thought he burned the American flag on a daily basis, or used it as toilet paper.
So having that in mind, it was really disheartening to see an actor you respect take part in that...
And just to be clear, this is my personal opinion, but I don't think Sebastian had any bad intention with that post (not like other celebrities who were outright criticizing Kaepernick, for some reason I only remember Chris Meloni lol). But the timing, and the content, even as a joke, even as a promotion tool for his movie was extremely bad. You also have to understand the context, and how there were a lot of people rooting against Kap.
Worst case scenerio Seb’s post was racist and best case scenario it was tone deaf.
I can only assume Sebastian watches the news in the US, so he must have known what the caption "take a knee" meant and still decided to post it... So maybe he wasn't ill-intentioned, but to him the topic was light enough that he could post it on his social media...
My main problem isn't even with Seb's post, it was a weird way to promote his movie, or a joke I don’t know. Artists do problematic stuff all the time, and it's up to the fans who support them to decide if they keep doing supporting him or not.
My main problem was and still is the reaction of the fandom, where White Seb stans think they know and understand racism better than anyone else. And honestly this is not me saying that Seb is racist, this is me saying that we should be allowed to voiced our opinions without being silenced or accused of trying to villainize him or cancel him blablabla .
But the Seb stans don't understand that and prefer to turn a blind eye.
I make difference between stans and fans. The Seb fans are the ones who are willing to listen, understand why some people might be offended and admit that their fav f*cked up. The stans are the annoying ones who yould rather keep their head in the sand.
And nobody is even asking to stop supporting Seb... If I cancel an actor, I will stop consuming his content, supporting him, paying to see his movies etc... But I'm not forcing anybody else to do it... But I would like to be free to voice my dislikes especially if that actor was being problematic... without the stans complaining about how "I don't know their fave"
I haven't cancelled Seb btw, I just don't feel like finding him excuses and glossing over the words and if I think that something he did was racist, I will say that it was racist, not "problematic" or "tactless" or "clumsy"...
I think that a lot of people are confused about what racism is, and think it is only White Supremacists who want to harm all non White people.
But it's not only that and in my opinion, there are many layers to racism. If you have "nothing against Blacl people" but there is a part of you that believes you or White people are better than Black people, well you are racist... If not hiw would you describe it? I have already told this story, but I have a friend who swore she wasn't racist and we even had a big debate about racism, and a few weeks later, her boyfriend told me that during a family dinner, she had talked about a common Black friend of theirs saying "She is pretty for a Black girl"... But if you ask my friend, she will say she isn't racist.
If you try to silence people calling out racism, you are contributing to it instead of fighting it.
Another example, I received a lot of "problematic" comments at work from coworkers on my hair, my origins etc, but when I talked about it to my friends and said those comments were racists.. they said that I was "overeacting" that those comments were harmless or just my colleagues being "ignorant". But one time, I was done with it and I wrote to HR about it losting all the comments I had received and the HR director called me and told me that those comments were racist full stop, he didn't try to minimize it or act like I was exagerrating.
And that's how I see the reactions of Seb stans whenever something from him re-sufaces, like my friends who just act like it is nothing.
Just so you know you are not helping when you do that.
They act as if we're suppoosed to accept that because "it's not that big of a deal". Who told you that? How do you determine what is a big deal or not? Especially when you have never dealt with racism?
Fandom behaves as if people who were hurt or offended by that post were overracting. "It was a joke" "It was a long time ago" "He would never do somthing racist"
How hard is it to say " I can see that my fave did something problematic, or that what he did was racist, and I would still like to support him but I understand that people were hirt"??? How hard is it to continue to stan your fave WITHOUT trying to silence people who call out the behavior.
And also the way they refuse to use the words is annoying... it's always "I'm sorry if anybody was offended", never "What I did/wrote was racist and I know better now". If no one wants to admit it when they do racist stuff... nobody will never get anywhere... Like my friend who is convinced that she isn't racist but goes around thinking that White Women are more beautiful than Black Women, and even says it when surrounded by her family. 
And people act like the people who were hurt have no reason to be hurt because he apologized, but I hope those people realize that it doesn’t work that way. An apology is great of course, but it doesn’t take out the hurt, or the feeling that if he was comfortable enough sharing this on social media, what is he comfortable doing in the safety of his close circle?, or remove the idea that maybe an actor you adored, and respected doesn’t view Black people struggles as a serious matter.
I personally don't hate Seb, far from it. And the reason why I have so many posts about him, calling him out or not, is that he is one of the very few White actors I'm interested in. I don't know him personally, but I enjoy his interviews with Anthony and enjoy his movies. But I'm not about to act like he is perfect like some of his stan do and also I have absolutely no issue with people who have "cancelled" him because of his past behavior, because I understand them and it's their choice, it's what works best for them... I don't want to force them to root for someone who maybe wouldn't root for us.
Last point, that I won't elaborate because I have already written way to much. There's a difference between people actively trying to be racist, and people who are racist and maybe don't realize it, or people who have prejudice but are working on it...
I hate it when White people act like the worst thing in the world is being accused of racism when the actual worst thing in the world is being racist. Because it shifts the conversation from... "Oh how can I improve myself and stop this racist thing I'm doing, or how can I work on this prejudice I have?" to "How dare you call me racist!!! I would never" all the while they continue doing the racist thing they do.
TL:DR: His Instagram post was f*cked up, and he apologized. And it's up to each person to decide if they still want to support him or not, but it would be great if thise who still support him stopped pretending that those whose don't are overreacting or had no reason of being offended.
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Can you write something where the shyest boys finally kiss their crush at a party in a human au. But then some other mischievous character catches it on camera. Then they try to show it to everyone to tease them? (Not really maliciously more playfully. More like a trickster.) Sorry, but I am a sucker for shy characters since I am shy myself.
So my shy boys in my human AU are Japan, Canada, Russia and England (I'd put Romano but he's just a lone wolf who tends to bite when he's disturbed. Metaphorically.)
A/N: I HIT ONE OF MY NOTIFICATION POP UPS AND IT FORCED ME OUT OF THE FIRST DRAFT! I had to redo Japan and Canada's scenerios •́ J ,•̀
Human AU: Shy Boys kiss their crush! On TAPE!?
Japan:
He wasn't really enjoying the party Alfred was throwing. The only reason he was there was over the fact he promised to record some footage for a homemade music video, and he knew his crush was going to be there.
At some point he found himself watching his crush as they danced away with their friends. Was it kind of creepy? Yes. Did Kiku realize this at the moment? No.
He just about jumped out of his skin as his crush made eye contact with him, and his heartbeat quickened as they started dancing towards him.
"Hey Kiku! I thought you didn't like parties?"
"H-hai! I do not usually partake in such events, but I promised Alfred I'd get footage for one of his YouTube videos..."
His crush's head tilted, not hearing him through the loud music and talking. Even with him shouting he wasn't loud enough. So naturally he had them follow him to the porch.
He could have sworn that every star in the night sky was reflecting in his crush's eyes as they were waiting for him to repeat his anwser.
"I have to admit to some urges that have been occuring..." (Not what he was hoping he'd say)
Kiku cringed at his wording, and cursed himself for cramming so many english classes in before he transferred to America. He only calmed back down after hearing his crush laugh and egg him on to continue.
"I... kisu si te ii desu ka?" (Can I kiss you?)
Even though he was rather nervous, he was pretty close with his crush. During their lunches they asked him to teach them japanese so they can help him with translations. Even after two years they still had trouble with it.
"... What about a kiss? oh! Did you kiss someone at the party!"
His face turned red, and he shook it rapidly.
"No! You!"
"What do I have to do with a kiss and you- Oh!"
Kiku covered his face as his crush slowly caught on to his question. Soon enough they had taken his hands away, and lightly pecked his lips.
Flash.
That looked like the flash of a camera. Sure enough Alfred and England were standing at the doorway, polaroid camera in hand. Al being his usual loud self.
"I saw you bring them out here and just KNEW something was going to happen! Didn't I tell you, you had it in you! Now the whole class must know of your bravery!"
By the time Alfred finished his speech, Kiku was already after him. Sadly he was no match for Al's speed due to tripping over everyone, and everything.
Canada:
It wasn't like he was exactly shy, but he didn't have many friends since not many people in his class had much in common with him. His only real friend was his crush, so of course he was terrified to ruin that friendship. Though the constant jokes the others at the party made didn't help, since most of it revolved around them dating.
He was also getting more and more frustrated with the amount of attention his crush was getting. Some of it they welcomed with open arms, some of it not so much. The thing that really annoyed him was seeing Alfred himself flirt with them.
This was the final straw that gave him the courage to walk up to him, and accuse him directly.
"Why are you flirting with my date?"
"Date? I thought you said they were just a friend?"
Mathew had turned his head towards his crush, and planted a light kiss on their lips.
"There. Now we are!"
Matt's face went pale as he realized the scene that was playing out got the attention of some party goers. Phones already recording in case a fight broke out. Leaving no possibly way to get everyone to delete those videos.
Not realizing his crush had a hold of his hand to prevent any conflict, he tugged them out the door, trying his best to shield his face.
Once outside they both sat on the stone slabs of the sidewalk. Matt's crush clearing their throat to help stop the akward moment.
"You know... If you wanted to kiss me, you should have just asked..."
"Oh maple leaf! I am so sorry! I didn't even know I had it in me!"
His crush shook their head, chuckling, then leaned in for another kiss.
"There. Now we're even."
All matt could do was repeat their words with a dreamy sigh.
"Now we're even..."
Russia:
Ivan was already pretty shy, but he really wanted to hangout with his crush. So he let them rope him into going to the party Francis was having. It was a small party, so it wasn't all bad. Other than no one wanting to talk to him due to his lack of English.
His crush was certainly doing plenty of talking through out the night though, and they eventually pulled him aside to ask him something.
"Hey, Ivan? You okay? You don't look like you're enjoying yourself much".
His crush knew to keep sentences as simple and short as possible since he struggled with English. But he still managed a good enough response.
"Da. I am... Not good at the parties. Not one person, speeches? To Ivan..."
His crush smiled, reaching up to playfully ruffle his hair, earning a small giggle.
"You mean to say 'no one speaks to me'. I'm sorry. It can be hard, da?"
He nodded at them. Giving a smile knowing his crush at least tries to conversate with him. But there was something else on his mind. The more they talked, the more he seemed to stare at their lips. He was struggling more and more with hiding his blush. Eventually his crush took it as a sign he was overheating and they dragged him to the bathroom to splash water to his face.
"It is too warm for a turtle neck and scarf! Your face is very warm!"
Ivan shook his head, face getting redder from the embarrassment.
"Nyet!"
His crush gave a look of confusion, and Ivan took this as a sign to try and explain.
"You do much of the talking. I... Do much of the seeing. Nyet. I do much of the-"
He gestured his gaze to his crush's lips, unable to convey his message and when it still didn't sink in for them, Ivan did the next best thing out of pure frustration.
He kissed them. It felt like forever, but it was cut too short as the sound of a gasp interrupted them. Breaking away he spotted Francis standing at the door that was left wide open. A phone with the light on, signalling it was recording them.
"Oh ho ho! This is quite the confession! A love that goes beyond language barriers is just as strong as love itself!"
Ivan couldn't seem to follow Francis' words, especially because he was more concerned with the phone footage.
"You take video for just us, da?"
Francis gave a smirk and took off without another word. Ivan wasn't dumb when it came to body language, and he took off after him. Taking no time at all to corner Francis, scaring everyone else as the two of them bickered over the phone.
"Throw out the phone!"
"I will do no such thing!
"I will throw you instead!"
It took his crush snagging the phone and deleting the video for everything to finally settle back down.
England:
He was kind of popular in the sense everyone knew him as the punk kid who could play the electric guitar. But so did others students so he wasn't exactly special. So yeah, he was wicked shy and insecure about how everyone viewed him.
But his crush seemed to treat him differently, and honestly? He was secretly hoping that meant they really liked him. Maybe even more than liked!
The best part is, he wasn't even expecting his crush to show up at some random person's party. He, himself, was only there to help a band entertain. But there they were, his crush, dancing and bopping along to the music.
He found himself making a lot of eye contact with them, and when the first break came around, he bounced off the makeshift stage. His crush immediately walking over to him to pester.
"That was amazing! I didn't know you played so well!"
Arthur pulled at his bangs.
"Thanks love. It means quite a lot coming from you. Especially because you didn't expect to see me here, of all places..."
"Actually I-"
Before they could continue, they were dragged off by some of their friends to be introduced to someone. He decided to follow, wanting to know what the fuss was about. And of course his crush's friends were trying to hook them up with... Francis...
He gave a verbal sigh, watching his crush shift uncomfortably as Francis did his best to act all suave. His crush looked back at him with pleading eyes. This gave him an idea.
He walked over, slinging an arm around their shoulder, speaking up and over their conversation.
"There you are darling! I've been searching the whole bloody house for you! Oh, hello Francis. I didn't see you there!"
Things got intense, and before anyone knew it, Francis and Arthur had gotten into a fist fight. There wasn't a particular winner, but Arthur certainly left the fight with the only bruised lip. Sitting at one of the spare couches, his crush tended to the bruise.
"I can't believe you did that! Are you nuts? Why do you two fight anyway!"
"I'm sorry love... It's just... He gets in the way is all".
"In the way of what? Some male pride?"
"...you"
Silence filled the space between them, only to be broken by the chaste and airy kiss from his crush.
"I didn't know..."
"Part of me didn't want you too..."
Neither of them knew someone had recorded them until the day they returned to the college. Someone had thought it was funny to make a "fancam" of Arthur "fighting for his loved one". The only words his new lover could mutter was:
"At least no one is going to have to ask us if we're together now..."
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Creeping in My Soul {Zacky Vengeance x Demon!Female!Reader}
Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2230 Summary: You find out an interesting secret about your real identity. How is your boyfriend going to take it? Trigger Warnings: Swearing. Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
You gave your boyfriend a wave and a kiss goodbye over Facetime, and hesitantly pressed the large red button. You always hated to let him go, but you knew that you had to. He was three hours ahead of you and it was nearly midnight where he was. One last show tomorrow, playing with the rest of his band - the rock group Avenged Sevenfold. Millions of fans world-wide and a sold out American tour. And then after the show, he would be getting on a plane and coming all the way back home to you, in sunny California. But there was one big problem with him coming back home to the house that you shared. It was that you have changed. No, you were still changing. And you didn’t know how he was going to react to seeing it.
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It had started just a month ago when you were brushing out your hair. It was just like any other day really, you were getting ready for work, applying just a touch of make up, pulling the comb through your hair in an attempt to make it look less like you had just woken up. But it kept getting snagged on something. It kept bumping into something and it hurt a lot whenever it did. God, how you had panicked then, as you touched the top of your head and felt two protruding bumps. Did you have a tumor? Two tumors, growing out the top of your head? You instantly called your doctor, who wasn’t able to get you in for a couple of days. That didn’t ease your worrying. But the fact that they told you to go straight to the emergency room if you started feeling a headache coming on, any sort of dizziness, helped a touch. It was an option. And other than the bit of pain up there, surface and not internal, you were feeling fine. You tried to sweep your hair over the protrusions, but ended up putting on a headband instead, which pushed on them uncomfortably but at least it kept them out of sight.
The next day, you woke up to a sharp pain on your lip. You must have bit it in your sleep. That’s happened before, but this was a rather deep cut, given the fact that the taste of blood on your lips was rather potent. When you went into the bathroom to see if you could find it, you found that not only were the bumps on your head more tender, and that something - some sort of bone was poking out of it, but your teeth - they seemed sharper, especially the canines. You went to touch what was coming out of your head, and your nails nicked your skin. Your usually bitten down nails were long, and they were sharp. Like a stiletto shape you’d seen on instagram, ready to claw someone’s eyes out. And that was a very violent thought for the likes of you.
Everything in your mind was telling you to head for the hospital and now. To book some sort of surgery to get your head fixed. But you take a deep breath. You call into work, saying that you can’t come in, you’re taking a sick day, and then you take a ride over to your parents house. At least that way, if you did go to the hospital, you wouldn’t have to be alone. You were terrified to  be alone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to call your boyfriend and make him worried. It would only end up with him coming to you, throwing off the tour, disappointing so many people, just to sit at a bedside and hope for the best.
Your parents were a lot less concerned than you thought that they would be. Your father looked over your head, prodded at the tender skin. You hissed at the pain, and you wanted to lash out, strike him for doing that, but a stern look that he gave you made you calm down. It was like he had known your thoughts. Then he sat down, beside your mother, reminding you of the way that they used to talk to you when they had bad news. And you thought you had been the one going to them with the bad news.
But you were getting more than a ‘Our dog went off to a farm to frolick in the fields’ sort of talk.
“Okay, ha ha, I’m a demon child, great time for jokes mom,” You said, crossing your arms in front of you. “Is this some sort of genetic disease that I’m not aware of?”
But they were serious. They were avoiding your eye, but it wasn’t because they were trying to withhold the truth. They were ashamed of the truth. “We should have told you a long time ago... but we’re not your real parents, my love. We were unable to have children, and there you were - a gift. Demons .... they aren’t as bad as people make them out to be. You could never be bad.”
And they continued to talk to you about it throughout the day and the night, convincing you to cancel the Doctor’s appointment because it was risky to have people find out. The sharper teeth and the longer nails could just be an aesthetic choice but the horns - you’d have to learn how to keep them hidden from the public. Hats would cover it somewhat, or you could learn glamour magic, something that had been helping demons on earth for millenia. It would take a lot of practice in a mirror, but it was something that you were just going to have to do in order to keep on living your life. To keep your job. To keep your friends. And most importantly - to keep Zacky.
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You had everything set for his return home. It was a  late night flight, and he wasn’t getting in until five in the morning, but you had made breakfast for him. French toast was being kept warm in the oven, coffee was being made, you had squeezed some orange juice - you wanted everything to be perfect. Most of the windows had the blinds and the curtains closed, making it a little dark but you had lit some candles to try to set a mood. The sunlight had been bothering you more than usual lately. Despite the California heat, you had been having to wear Zacky’s old hoodies out to go about your day. But at least for now, the sun was still down, and you were able to wear one of your favorite dresses. Which also happened to be his favorite dress.
The front door unlocked, and you heard the rustle and bustle of bags being set down. And then the door closed. A loud yawn as Zacky stepped into the kitchen, probably smelling the coffee. “Ugh, I can never sleep on planes,” He groaned, stumbling in. His eyes looked red and itchy, he must be utterly exhausted.
“Then you had better drink some orange juice instead of the coffee, then we can go to bed right after you finish eating,” You said, putting a glass in front of him. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” The first thing that he did was come up to you, and wrap his arms around you in a tired hug. You hugged him back, smelling his aftershave on his neck. Fuck, he smelt so good. You almost started to salivate. Just feeling his body against yours, chest against chest - you had to bite down on your lip to hold in a moan. Your sex drive had been insane lately, another thing that your ‘parents’ had warned you about. He pulled away from you, making you feel just a touch of anger, but it faded quickly. “Why are you wearing a hat inside?” He asked, noticing your beanie.
“Uhh - bad hair day,” You said, quickly. “Don’t worry about what I look like, let’s just eat something.” You gave him a big smooch on the side of his cheek, then hurried to get the food out of the oven. Zacky sat down, dropping the topic since he was so tired, while you put everything in front of him. All the fixings. Syrup, butter, berries, sliced banana, whipped cream, chocolate shavings. You went all in for this welcome home breakfast, figuring that he hadn’t had anything real in weeks. You knew how these boys were. They go on tour, eat nothing but fast food, end up working it all off during one show from all of their running and jumping around. But no doubt the girlfriends were all going to be taking care of them now that they were home. “Eat up, buttercup.”
And he did, fast at first, and then slowed down towards the end as he started to feel full, but his eyes kept looking at you, flattering you. You could feel blood flow to your cheeks, and to other places as you started to clean up, putting dishes into the sink for later tonight. You were ready to sleep the whole darn day away, especially now that you had Zacky back in your bed. You could feel his eyes on the spot of your thighs where the dress ended, where it was dancing around.
“There’s something different about you,” He said, putting down his knife and fork. You took his plate, raising an eyebrow. How could he tell? You adjusted the hat around your head, trying to make sure that the horns weren’t popping out. “What did you do, get a bad hair cut or something? Come on, take the hat off.”
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He beckoned you over and you felt like you didn’t have much of a choice. You walked back towards him and he pulled you between the legs of the chair that he was sitting on. It was a rather high bar-stool type chair on the island so you two were identical height right then and there. He took the beanie off of your head and looked over your hair, his eyes going straight to the horns. “What the fuck are those?”
“I - I can explain,” You said, taking the hat back, fidding with the fabric. And so you did, only going through some of the major details because though he was interested, and shocked, Zacky looked too tired to really comprehend what was going on.
“Fuck,” He said, getting to his feet once you were done. “That’s - a lot.”
“Yeah, how do you think I felt?” You shot back, crossing your arms in front of you. You were waiting for the worst to happen. For him to freak out, to leave, or to even throw you out. You wouldn’t blame him for having any of those reactions honestly. You already had a bag packed in the front closet just in case of that very scenerio.
“Come on, let’s go to bed,” He said, putting his arm around your shoulders, and started to lead you into the bedroom. Your smile could not have gotten any bigger. Leave it to your man to accept you just the way that you were. Demon or not.
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And he did more than accept you. You two spent a straight up week getting re-acquainted. Or more so, he was finding out more about the demon that you were once you had accepted yourself. Your horns had come in. The skin __around was still tender, but oh the spine-tingling feeling that you got when you let him Zacky rub them. It was such a deeply personal and intimate thing. You wouldn’t ever let anyone else touch your horns. Not for as long as you lived.
Although the whole demon thing had messed with your temper - things like Zacky leaving you to get food or to go to the bathroom had you furious for a couple of seconds - it also amped up your sex drive. He seemed particularly accepting of that bit. When you rode him, both of you sitting up, you on top of him, lifting your lips and driving down, your hands had gone to his back and you had riddled him with little scratches from your nails. He never even minded that. Just hissed with pleasure. It seemed like you were having an effect on him in return. He wanted you all the time.
“I fucking love you,” You said after another rigorous session of love making.
“I fucking love you,” He said in return, still holding you tightly, keeping you in place as he softened inside of you. “How are you a demon when you’re so angelic?”
“I wouldn’t say there’s anything angelic about me after what we just did,” You laughed, rolling off of him. He laughed as well, but pressed kisses to your cheeks, giving you affection even when he wasn’t touching you. No matter what was ahead of you - Hell? - you were more than happy now, and would be as long as you continued to be with the love of your life. Though from the looks of things, he might have a little devil in him too. Definitely a lustful sin behind those eyes.
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The Definition of Madness Chapter 6
Whumptober No. 27: Power Outage
Fandom: The Man from UNCLE (2015)
Pairings: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo & Illya Kuryakin & Gaby Teller
Summary: They say the definition of madness is doing the same thing and expecting a different result.
Or, Illya gets stuck in a very whumpy time loop.
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Ahhh I’m late on this one, but it’s double length, so hoepfully that makes up for it.
*****
Previous Chapter
Illya does not immediately act on his newfound knowledge. It’s both difficult and easy to convince himself to focus on the mission, because although he really wants nothing more than to take a break—he’s been running this op for nearly a month at this point, after all—and take some time to think about whatever this thing is between him and Napoelon, he knows the best way to do that is to end this. Taking ‘rest days’ at the safehouse only goes so far when they’re guaranteed to always end in disaster. Most of the loops still feature one or both of his partners’ deaths, and it never gets any easier to deal with.
So he tries to push the feelings back out of his mind and focus on what he needs to do instead of what he wants. What he needs to be doing is learning more about their targets and trying to come up with some way of finally ending all of this. After all, he is still far behind his adversary in the number of loops he’s had to figure this out. As far as he knows, there are at least twenty more traps they haven’t discovered yet. He likes to think that he won’t need that many more loops to gain the upper hand, but after a few more tries, he finally realizes what he’s missing.
The mysterious man in charge said it himself: it was their team that outsmarted him so many times. Illya is good, but the team is better, and he needs his partners if he’s going to do this. Needs them to really understand the problem at hand. Which is, to put it mildly, difficult when they forget everything each reset. He hadn’t really tried to explain the situation past his first attempt, but now he knows he’s going to have to.
It takes another three loops before he hits on the right combination of uncanny knowledge, plausible explanations, and entreaties to just trust him. Even then his partners don’t look totally convinced, but they do become more willing to play along. And then, on the fourth loop, he somewhat accidentally discovers a completely unexpected and surprisingly effective way of convincing Napoleon, at the very least.
“So wait, how many loops has it been? Twenty-five?” Napoleon asks, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back against the counter in the kitchen. He’s wearing a look that’s unmistakably skeptical but also like he’s trying to be open minded, and Illya really does appreciate the effort.
Illya nods. “Approximately.”
“And we never remember anything?” “I think the fact that you are asking that question is answer enough, no?” Illya replies, arcing an eyebrow at him.
“I guess so,” Napoleon allows. He stares at Illya for a long moment, critical and considering, and Illya has a brief uncomfortable feeling that something about his bearing has changed. Honestly he would be surprised if it hadn’t, what with all he’s been through, but now suddenly it feels like Napoleon can sense exactly what it is.
“And all the loops are pretty much the same?” Napoleon asks. Illya hesistates. In his debriefs he tends to talk only about their attempts on the compound, forgoing much information on the days they’ve stayed at the safehouse. Partly because not much of what happened during them is particularly relevant to the mission, and partly because of the can of worms it threatens to open inside him if he spends too much time thinking about them. But this is the first time Napoleon has directly asked, and something in him pushes him to talk about it.
“Not entirely,” he says cagily. “We’ve stayed back here a couple of times, when my lingering injuries were too severe.”
“How did those days end?”
Illya frowns. “Poorly. The oven is somehow rigged to blow, as is the fireplace. Probably more places, too.”
Napoleon is silent again as he seems to absorb this information. “You really die at the end of every day?” “You do too, on most of them.”
Napoleon winces at that, but Illya knows he’s not thinking about his own deaths, not really. He’s putting himself in Illya’s shoes, imagining what it would be like. “I don’t know how you can take it, Peril.”
“No choice,” Illya mutters.
“Yeah, I get that, it’s just… watching you die, over and over again—” Napoleon’s words bite off as he looks at the ground, and it’s clear that the emotions he keeps so carefully guarded are threatening to escape again.
Illya takes a few steps forward, bringing him within arm’s reach of Napoleon, and it makes his partner look up at him with wide eyes. Eyes full of an emotion that Illya can quite easily read, now. Probably he shouldn’t say anything, but then again, why not? Napoleon won’t remember any of it tomorrow. Which is painful in its own way, but at least Illya knows that if things go poorly, he has another shot.
“The day the oven blew,” he says quietly, “you were dying in my arms. You said… you said you wanted to tell me something. Said you were too much of a coward to tell me before.”
“Did I?” Napoleon whispers, looking somewhat stricken. “Did I… tell you?” Illya shakes his head gently. “No. Didn’t get a chance.” “Oh. Good,” he says, breathing out a shaky sigh of relief. “I mean, not good, really, but I don’t know what I was going to say—”
“I know, Cowboy,” Illya interrupts.
He reaches forward to take Napoleon’s hand, lacing their fingers togther like he’s wanted to do for days now, and suddenly trying to suppress this just feels stupid. Napoleon’s palm is sweaty in his panic, but it doesn’t matter, because his hand is so right in Illya’s. He can’t quite stop a tiny smile from curling the corners of his mouth.
“Y–you do?” Napoleon stammers, his blue eyes wide with disbelief and fear and unmistakable hope.
Illya nods and leans forward to press his lips to Napoleon’s. It causes his partner to stiffen in surprise for a fleeting moment, but then he rapidly seems to melt, lips parting when Illya brings his other hand up to cup Napoleon’s jaw and slides his tongue along his bottom lip. With a slight tip of his head, Illya fits their mouths perfectly together, then smiles into the kiss when the movement elicits a tiny noise of pleasure from Napoleon.
The last few days Illya had, perhaps unsurprisingly, imagined various scenerios in which he’d lost his carefully maintained control and ended up kissing Napoleon during a loop, but most of them had been a desperate crush of lips as one of them was dying, tinged with blood and sorrow. Certainly none of them had been like this, gentle and unhurried, Napoleon almost trembling in his arms with the pure emotion of it.
When they eventually part Napoleon is flushed and breathing hard, and who would have believed that, of the two of them, he would be the one so flustered by this development? Illya gives his hand a small squeeze and receives one in return, and then Napoleon’s mouth splits into a wide grin.
“Is that—” he starts, breaking off with a huffed laugh. “Is that the first time we’ve… done that?” “Yes,” Illya answers as he brushes his thumb lightly over Napoleon’s cheek. “First time.” “So, uh, how did you know, if I— if I didn’t say anything that day…” Illya bites his lower lip against the smug smile he knows is fighting its way onto his face. “One loop, I was sick. Recovering from a concussion, actually, but you didn’t know that. You made me your grandmother’s soup.” “Oh,” Napoleon breathes, flushing red again. “I see. Told you all about it, then?” “Mmhm,” Illya hums.
Napoleon drops his eyes again, muttering under his breath. “Real smooth, Napoleon.”
“I’m glad you did,” Illya tells him. He nudges Napoleon’s chin up until his partner meets his eyes. “And not just because the soup was delicious.”
Napoleon laughs, then, and shakes his head lightly. “I gotta tell you, hearing that is almost more convincing than anything else you’ve said today, because there’s no way you could know about that or… or what it means. But you do. It’s insane, but somehow you do.”
“You really believe me now?” “Yeah, Peril,” Napoleons says sincerely. “I believe you.” Then his lips curl into a mischevious grin. “You know, just a suggestion for the future, but you could maybe lead with that—”
Illya cuts him off with another long, lingering kiss before he pulls back again. “You’re just saying that so you get kissed earlier in the day,” he accuses.
“So what if I am? I think I’m allowed to look out for my future self. Or is it past self? I have to say, this is all very confusing, Peril.”
Illya sighs. “Tell me about it.”
Napoleon might have a point, though.
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Turns out, the fastest and most convincing way to introduce the concept of his looping days to his partner is to walk into the kitchen, grab Napoleon’s hand before he burns it on the hot pan, and pull him into a vigorous kiss. Every time, Napoleon freezes in pure shock for what should be a surprisingly short amount of time before he just… goes with it, opening up and chasing Illya’s mouth with no small amount of enthusiasm. It would be almost comical, especially after the whole thing has been repeated several times, if it didn’t make Illya’s heart thunder in his chest every. damn. time.
Sure, it confuses the hell out of Napoleon, but he’s far more ready to believe that Illya is actually repeating the day when Illya knows just how to kiss him in a way that makes his toes curl (his words). By the time Gaby is awake, Napoleon is already completely in his corner, which makes convincing her a lot easier too.
And hell, it’s not a bad way to start the day, especially if you’re going to have to start the same one over and over again.
Unfortunately, that is typically where the romance starts and ends for them on any given day. That’s not to say that they don’t steal kisses during the rare quiet moments, and Gaby is pretty much guaranteed to roll her eyes and throw pebbles at them on the hike up the mountain. But the days are still packed with trying to figure out how to evade the traps and take out their targets, and if Illya sometimes feels like taking a break all he has to do is picture any one of his partners’ myriad deaths.
One morning, they’re all hunched around the map of the compound, watching as Illya adds every trap that they’ve managed to trigger so far to it, as he does every day. He talks through everything he knows, and everything they’ve tried. So far the door he’d found on his solo jaunt remains unopened; even when they’ve successfully gotten there a few times, they’ve always been ambushed before Napoleon could figure out how to open it.
“What about the power?” Gaby asks as she stares pensively down the map. “Have we tried taking it out?”
Illya shakes his head. “No. The substation is hidden somewhere else on the mountain, but I’ve never been able to investigate it.”
“You say the lock on the door has some kind of electronic component?” Napoleon asks.
“Correct.”
“Well, it might have a backup power source, but you never know,” Napoleon muses. “I think cutting the electricity should be our next move.”
It’s surprisingly not that hard to follow the electrical lines to a substation sunk into the mountainside. Which, of course, makes Illya immediately think that it is a trap, but he is surprised again. There are only two guards, and the team takes them out quickly and quietly. The real problem comes in the fact that it will take at minimum fifteen minutes to cover the ground between the substation and the main compound, which is too long. They’re going to need to have one person cut the power when the other two are already in place, so that their targets have no chance to mount a response.
They argue about the distribution of labor, but in the end there is only one option: Napoleon has to go to the compound to crack the lock on the door, and Illya needs to be there because he’s the only one who will remember anything, so that leaves Gaby to kill the power. Illya hates the idea of leaving her alone, because he’ll have no idea if she is in trouble or not, but there’s no way around it. She’ll join them as soon as she can after she does it, and he hopes that at least in some loop he’ll get some confirmation that she’s ok.
Killing the power does disable part of the door lock, but it turns out there is a combination lock underneath, and it takes four loops for Napoleon to discover each number in the combination before they’re cut down by guards.
The minute they actually step foot inside the underground facility Illya knows they are in the right place. He can practically feel it, tingling on his skin. There are cells here—this must be where he’d been held, before—and spaces that look more like medical observation rooms. They move quickly and quietly, trying to search as much of the area as they can before the guards catch up with them. When they’ve gone as far as they can they end up in a well-appointed office, and it must belong to the man in charge, but he is frustratingly not in it. Somewhat unfortunately for them, he is nearby.
Normally the guards in the compound tend to be of the shoot-first-ask-questions-later variety, which works in their favor since it means Illya doesn’t have to worry about not dying. Whenever Illya does something truly unexpected, though, something that has the potential to actually work, it seems to tip off the man in charge. And that? Is not a good thing.
Like this time, when the armed guards that bust into the room just stand there with their guns trained on Illya and Napoleon instead of firing, as if waiting for someone to give the order.
“Now this is a surprise,” the now-familiar tenor croons moments before the man walks through the door. “In my very own office, even.”
Illya and Napoleon trade glances and a silent understanding that it might be useful to get the man talking rather than starting to shoot blindly in the hopes of triggering a new loop. This is, as it turns out, their first mistake.
“I take it one of you is resetting the day,” the man says conversationally, looking at both of them critically. “Given that you made it here. I don’t suppose you’d be so kind as to tell me who it is?”
“‘Fraid not,” Napoleon drawls. “Guess you’ll just have to kill us both.” The man laughs at this idea, which of course everyone knows is absurd. Killing them is the last thing he’d want to do, now that he has them cornered. He stares at them both for another moment, and Illya knows that nothing shows on either of their faces to give them away, but the man nods anyway.
“Shoot the American, and bring the Russian here,” he says dismissively.
“No!” Illya shouts involuntarily, because that is the one situation that cannot happen, but even as he does he realizes he played right into the man’s game.
So, he does the only thing he can, and starts shooting anyway.
The scuffle ends relatively quickly. Illya takes down several guards before he’s overwhelmed by the sheer number of them in the small space and they force him to his knees as they tie his hands behind his back. As luck would have it, though, Napoleon’s position nearer to the door means he manages to get a gun on the man in charge. He unfortunately does not look that perturbed by this development, but he waves a hand to signal the guards anyway. Several of them have their guns still trained on Napoleon, but at least for the moment they don’t fire. “Well, you got yourselves a standoff, if that’s what you were hoping for,” the man says. “But I don't think it’s going to work out for you.”
“You think it’s going to work out for you?” Napoleon scoffs. “Your mercenaries are just that loyal, are they? By my reckoning, I take you out and we go scot free.”
“Oh, Mr. Solo, that is an optimistic viewpoint,” the man replies, grinning cruelly. “My men will, in fact, kill you no matter what. The question is, after you die, who will be here to prevent them from giving your partner the antidote and then killing him? By my reckoning… no one. Something tells me that’s not a sacrifice you’re willing to make, even if you are dead.”
Illya can see realization flicker in Napoleon’s eyes at the truth of this assessment. Gaby won’t arrive in time, and there is no way in hell that Illya will allow the final loop to end with Napoleon’s death. There is only one possible scenerio where they both get out of this.
“Cowboy,” Illya says into the tense silence that fills the room. Napoleon doesn’t look at him, but Illya knows he’s listening all the same. “You know what you have to do.”
“Yeah, right, Peril. I don’t think so. He’s bluffing.” “He’s not.”
“Listen to your partner, Mr. Solo,” the man suggests. “Though I don’t think you will.” He pauses, and turns toward Illya, seemingly ignoring the fact there’s still a gun trained on him. “Did I ever tell you how many loops I had to get to know your little team?” Illya says nothing. He’s certainly not going to give this asshole the satisfaction.
“Fifty, at least. And if there’s one thing I know, it is that your partner would rather die than see you die. So he’s certainly never going to be able to kill you himself.”
“Cowboy,” Illya says again, steadfastly ignoring the man.
Napoleon’s jaw clenches and the muscle jumps under his skin. “He’s right,” Napoleon grits out, almost a whisper.
“He’s not.”
He gives a tiny shake of his head, moving only a fraction. “I can’t.” “You can,” Illya insists. “You have to.”
And then, suddenly, the situation becomes a lot more dire, because the guards have returned with what must be the antidote. The syringe is already full of a blue liquid, ready to inject, and the sight sends a bolt of fear through Illya. He tries to struggle out of the grip of the guards and manages to knock two of them over, but there are just too many.
“Napoleon,” Illya says with more urgency as he’s pressed back down to his knees. “Do it!”
“There has to be another way,” Napoleon protests, glancing to Illya for only a moment.
“There isn’t, you know it,” Illya tells him desperately.
The guard carrying the syringe gets closer and closer, until he’s standing over Illya. They are completely out of time.
“Napoleon!” Illya yells, but his partner’s hard gaze doesn’t waver from the man in charge. “Napoleon, SHOOT ME NOW!”
Finally, Napoleon’s eyes flicker down to Illya, and the anguish in them is unbearable. Illya doesn’t look away. He can’t. Not with what he’s asking Napoleon to do. Distantly, he can hear the man laughing, but the world seems to have narrowed down to nothing more than the two of them.
Please, Illya mouths.
In the next moment, Napoleon drops his gun to Illya, squeezes his eyes shut, and fires.
*****
Illya wakes up with a precise, circular gunshot scar exactly over his heart. It aches, and not in the way the lingering wounds usually do. He lies in bed until he hears Napoleon humming and he knows he needs to get up, but facing the day is excruciating with the memory of what happened in the previous one so fresh in his mind.
He makes it to the kitchen just in time to stop Napoleon from burning himself, and he can’t quite keep the desperation from the kiss he pulls his partner into. This time when he breaks away from the kiss he doesn’t let go of Napoleon, wraps him instead in a hug so tight that the man almost squeaks. He can feel the bewilderment in Napoleon’s rigid posture, moreso even than usual, but then his partner’s arms wrap around him, unquestioning, and he feels the ache in his heart slowly abate by small fractions.
There’s no way around telling them what happened; his partners have to know everything about the previous iterations if they’re going to stay ahead of their adversaries. Illya takes them through the power station and getting the door open, all the way up through their search of the underground facility, before he falters.
“They got the drop on us,” he forces himself to say, not looking at either of his partners. His hand goes white around the pencil as he marks out their positions and those of their opponents on the schematic of the underground level. “Managed to take me, but not you. The man in charge was here. You were nearby, with your gun on him. Bunch of guards here and here, guns on you. They were going to give me the antidote, pull me out of the loop.”
“And?” Gaby prompts, when Illya falls silent again. “Obviously they didn’t.”
Illya shakes his head and finally looks up at Napoleon, and he can tell by the uneasy look in his eyes that his partner is starting to put the pieces together. “I… I needed to die, so I told you to—”
“No,” Napoleon interrupts, shaking his head wildly. “No.”
“Cowboy, there was no other option—”
But Napoleon still doesn’t let him continue. “If I was armed, why wouldn’t I just kill the man in charge? That’s what we want, right?” “It wasn’t going to work,” Illya says, trying to keep his voice steady even as Napoleon becomes more and more agitated. “If you had shot him, the guards would have still killed you and pulled me out, and then there would be no resets. Not for us. It was the lesser of two evils.”
“Bullshit!” Napoleon yells, then turns on his heel and storms out of the house.
Illya’s shoulders sag and he leans heavily on the table as the ache in his chest returns in full force. After a moment Gaby’s small hand slides over top of his, warm and grounding.
“There was no other option,” he repeats, and his voice sounds so small and broken even to his own ears.
“I know that,” Gaby says quietly, soothingly. “And he does too, deep down. He’ll come to terms with it, he will. But right now he needs you to go to him.”
She’s right, he knows she is, as painful as the idea of talking about it is. He finds Napoleon standing on the porch of the safehouse, staring out into the forest. There is unmistakable tension in his shoulders and his hands are clenched into fists at his side. Illya steps out until he is side by side with his partner, and they stand there together, in silence, for a long moment.
“How could I do that?” Napoleon asks eventually, his tremulous voice barely more than a whisper. “I just can't see how I could possibly do it, even knowing you would ‘reset’, or whatever the fuck this is.”
“Cowboy,” Illya says, turning toward him, but Napoleon’s gaze remains fixated on the trees. “Napoleon, look at me.”
Finally, Napoleon turns, and Illya is shocked to see tears streaking his cheeks. He’s never seen Napoleon cry, not even when he was dying in the kitchen, and the sight is fairly terrifying. He reaches forward to pull Napoleon into his arms and his partner goes willingly, pressing his face into Illya’s shoulder.
“You did it for me,” Illya murmurs, holding him close. “Because I asked you to. And I shouldn’t have, I know, it’s not fair. I’m sorry, Cowboy.”
Napoleon is quiet for a long moment before he speaks again, pushing his words into Illya’s shirt. “I can’t do it again.”
Yes, you can, Illya thinks sadly, but he doesn’t say it. He knows that if it came down to it, Napoleon would pull the trigger, because he is far stronger than he thinks he is. Because he would always do anything for Illya, even the unthinkable.
“You won’t have to,” he promises instead. It’s a dangerous promise to make, but Illya also knows that he couldn’t ask Napoleon to do it again. Couldn’t take more of this pain. Illya is, in the end, the one that is not strong enough.
He presses a kiss to Napoleon’s temple and buries his face in his partner’s hair, drinking the the scent of his pomade and that thing that is uniquely him. They stand there for a long while, wrapped in each others arms, until Napoleon takes a deep breath that he exhales as a shaky sigh.
“We should go plan,” he says, his voice still muffled by Illya’s shirt.
Illya pulls back slightly and lifts a hand to cup Napoleon’s face, tipping it up toward his. “In a minute,” he murmurs, and then kisses him.
Illya never could have imagined that kissing the man he loves could make his heart ache so intensely. He can taste the sorrow in it, even more than the salt of Napoleon’s tears. Their tracks are drying on his cheeks, and Illya rubs his thumb through them, knowing for certain that this loop cannot end the way the previous one did, because he can never be the cause of these tears ever again.
Gaby is waiting for them when they finally come back inside, and she has put her time to good use. The table is near covered by explosive charges, assembled and ready to go. Illya and Napoleon blink at her in surprise.
“The way I see it,” she says without preamble, “we need the antidote, and then we need to blow the whole place, preferably with that bastard inside it. Make sure any trace of the drug is destroyed. These are for the outer walls,” she says, gesturing to one pile, “and these are for placing in the basement. I’ll kill the power, and then you have 15 minutes to get underground, get the antidote, place the charges, and get out. I’ll place the ones around the outside when I get there. Agreed?”
Illya and Napoleon look at each other, then back at Gaby, and nod. How could they not?
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Your writing is so fun to read! 😍 I don't know what category it would be under but imagine a scenerio in which Dimitri crush runs off from embarrassment when he accidently injures her during training and leave a mark? He probably forgets his own strength, and would never forgive himself. 💙
We’ll make this one short and sweet, anon! Still though, cute, let’s give Dimitri some more love. Also I’m so sorry I’ve been inactive! Please enjoy this!!
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Lance had never been your strong suit, that’s for sure, but when the Professor suddenly told you they were interested in making you a paladin unit? Even though you were a magic user? Good god, you were so lucky that Sylvain was there to bail you out from that bandit attack. Who knew a training lance was a flimsy piece of shit, huh?
Either way, after that day, the Professor constantly had you paired with either Sylvain or Dimitri to help you out master the damned weapon, and let’s just say, those sessions were... something, that’s for sure.
“Careful, (Name),” Dimitri takes a step back. “If you hold the lance like that you might break your wrist when you go for the attack.”
“O-Oh, right, thanks, Dimitri!” You say. You fix your hands and steady the pole once again. “Like this?”
“Exactly, you’re doing fine,” he reassures. “Think you can handle a quick spar?”
“Can I handle it? Ha! Can you?” You smirk. Dimitri laughs.
“We’ll see,” he says, readying his own training lance (the Professor gave him that for safety reasons, Dimitri could hurt someone if he used even an iron one, and the Prof doesn’t need a dead and/or injured student on their plate). Soon, the two of you kicked off the ground, testing your newfound lance skills. The spar went on longer than expected, you were honestly surprised you lasted this long, until you slipped over your foot just as Dimitri went in for a jab, and thanks to your mess up, the tip of the lance grazed your cheek, shallow enough for it not to be serious, but deep enough to bleed. You regain your balance just before you could fully trip and stand up. Your eyes meet a shocked and worried Dimitri.
“Well, I guess you win, Dimitri,” you laugh. You wipe the blood off of your face casually and Dimitri takes another step back.
“I... I am so sorry, (Name),” he says softly. You walk over to him and hold your hand out.
“What are you apologizing for? I’m fine, plus, I know you’d never hurt me on purpose,” you say. “It was also my fault, I tripped over nothing,” you try to lighten the mood. Still, Dimitri only nods quickly. Soon, he pivots on his heel and quickly walks off, waving a quick goodbye.
“Did I say something wrong?” You frown.
~
The next day you walked into class, but you couldn’t ignore the stares.
“What the hell happened to you?” Sylvain‘ a jaw drops. Your hands graze the scar on your face, it was a lot larger than you expected, much to your dismay.
“Oh, I had a small accident during training yesterday, no big deal,” you shrug, taking your seat next to Ingrid. Everyone suddenly directs their attention towards the red-faced prince, who had been oddly silent. Soon, the horrors of realization filled the room.
“Dimitri, you animal!” Sylvain gasps.
“No! No, he’s fine! It was my fault! I tripped over myself and my lance grazed by my face is all,” you step in. Sylvain looks between the two.
“Holy shit...” He laughs. He slides between Dimitri and Dedue with a knowing smile. “Bro, I knew you were into her but not like that.”
“Quiet, Sylvain!” Dimitri sinks in slight embarrassment. “It was only an accident, I swear.”
“Have you even apologized?”
“I—” Dimitri catches himself. ‘Oh gods, I haven’t, have I?’ Dimitri racks his brain to recall the events of the day before and he slams his head on the desk, the table shook for just a second before the entire thing fell apart.
‘Great, good going, Crown Prince of Faerghus,’ Dimitri scolded himself. Byleth looked up from their desk, a heavy sigh coming from their mouth before they spoke up.
“Dimitri, go get another desk. (Name) knows where they are,” Byleth says. You nod and stand up, waiting for Dimitri to catch up before exiting the classroom.
“How do you know where the desks are?” Dimitri asks, trying to ease into the conversation.
“Well the Professor has been recruiting a ton of the other students, so they’ve been asking me to grab more desks. I’m glad you’re coming though! Those things are way too heavy,” you say. Just before you opened the door to the storage room, Dimitri stops you. You turn your head to him. “What’s up?”
“I... I just wanted to say... Um... I’m sorry for... For that,” he brings his hand up and holds the side of your face gently, his thumb grazing over the scar.
“Oh that old thing? I already said not to worry about it, Dimitri,” you giggle. “Plus, I think I look so much cooler now! Maybe the bandits will stop targeting me first.”
“O-Oh, maybe so,” Dimitri chuckles. He holds his hand their a little while longer.
“I could get used to this,” you say aloud. Your face suddenly turns into a deep scarlet. ‘OHMYGODIJUSTSAIDTHATOUTLOUDTOTHEPRINCE(NAME)YOUIDIOT!’ Dimitri’s hand doesn’t waver, he just stares at you for a moment longer. Then his surprised expression falls into a soft smile.
“Me too.”
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“What... in the Goddess’ name... happened to this desk?” Seteth shakes his head in his iconic mixture of shock and disappointment. Byleth tiredly looks up from their desk and says:
“Dimitri and (Name) had an incident.”
“Oh that would explain why they’ve been standing in front of the storeroom.”
“Yeah, they’re gonna be there for a while. Knowing them, they’re probably too embarrassed to come back for a few minutes. Don’t worry, they’ll get over it.”
“Well, you are their Professor.”
“Yup.”
“But please get your students under control they’ve been there for two hours.”
“Sure, I’ll be there.”
“Professor.”
“Later.”
“Professor, please.”
“Mmhmm.”
Byleth glanced out of the door slightly and saw Dimitri and (Name) pushing a desk out of the room; although, they couldn’t deny how cute it was that you were rather on top of the desk while Dimitri carried the whole thing back. You two were good for each other, after all.
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