#didn’t even mention c-ko on this post like that SAYS something | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 2 years

Text

Keep calling me that

idk how exactly to write the pairing for this one cause the whole dynamic a lil fucked up but like...switch!fem reader, dom!changbin, dom!minho, switch!jisung

Content warnings: mentions of mc’s sex life with chan and hyunjin, mc’s best friend is involved, jisung has a humiliation kink, names (princess, baby girl/boy, good boy/girl, babydoll, baby, sweetheart), hair pulling, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration (why do i write this as if it’s something i’m into), dacryphilia, overstimulation, exhibitionism, jisung makes you wear his shirt at the end.

Summary: jisung is sick and tired of you flirting with his friends without offering to include him.

Word count: 7833

A/N: idk what’s wrong with me but have this. i’ll release the second part soon. as always, consider giving me a follow here and on my main (and maybe turn on those notifications to know when i post!). submit hard thoughts here, i would love to discuss it. also, i started a ko-fi! i do take commissions and i’d be thrilled to do some work for you!

Tags: @hyuckilstan @sxnshineskzx

Smut below the cut

Being best friends with an idol group was always interesting. They were some of the sweetest men you’d ever met but you got to see a different side of them. The side that the public didn’t see. These bitches were always horny and making nasty jokes. It was easy to throw those jokes right back considering half of them were about you and the things you’d done with them.

To be clear, you hadn’t slept with all of them, but the ones you had slept with liked to hold it over you as if you couldn’t just get on your knees and make them melt at the thought of getting to fuck your face. No, you’d slept with most of them but not all of them. You were afraid to defile someone so pure like Jisung or Felix. You’d thought about it, for sure, but you didn’t think you could ever act on it unless they begged and pleaded for a long time. And Jeongin and Seungmin were great friends but they roasted the shit out of you way too much. The only way those two would be getting in your pants was if all of you were drunk as fuck.

Chan was the quiet type. He didn’t really brag about his escapades, which you were thankful for given the positions he’d put you in. He liked to backtrack and joke that what the fans said wasn’t true, but that man was 100% a daddy dom and he fucking exercised that every chance he got with you. How could he not when you were such a good girl for him?

Hyunjin was walking sex. Everyone knew it. But everyone who said he was a dom was wrong. The amount of times you’d made him cry while his legs were forced apart by a spreader bar….well you couldn’t remember how many times you’d done it at this point. He had so much pressure on him as an idol and he wanted to give up that control in bed and let someone else decide what was best for him. To be honest, you weren’t sure you could actually pull off the whole dom thing until you got with him the first time. But once it happened, he was constantly all shy and flustered around you and it gave you so much confidence.

But Minho and Changbin….there was more to it than being the group hole when it came to them. You weren’t dating them, no, but there was an emotional connection and they knew you. They knew what made you tick. They knew how to tear you down only to rebuild you (this usually came in the form of cuddles and kisses and bubble baths, which seemed odd coming from two of the most sexually intimidating men you’d ever met). But they also knew almost all of your favorite things and they remembered the names of all of your family members. They even knew exactly what medications you took and when. Aside from your childhood-best-friend-turned-roommate, they were the ones you called on in a crisis.

So it came as no surprise when those close to you thought you were dating both men. Hell, other idols had seen you with each of them at different times and whoever was left home got texts saying you were cheating. At this point, half the industry knew how close you were with the two and no one batted an eye anymore. The general public thought you and the previously mentioned childhood best friend worked with them given how many videos the two of you could be seen in the background of.

Your best friend was also close with them since you’d started dragging her along to meetups which led to them openly accepting her into the fold. Felix in particular was extremely fond of her because she was always down to get in the kitchen and bake with him. In general, the 00s line was close with her given they were the same age.

Which explains why she and Jisung were sat hip to hip while you were seated on Minho’s left thigh, eyes glued to the music show that was playing as his fingertips danced across the exposed skin of your thighs. You and your friend shared an apartment only a few blocks away from the company and you’d extended the invitation to all the boys to have a mental health day (which just consisted of filling your stomachs with trash food and playing a plethora of movies) but only Minho, Changbin, and Jisung showed up. Chan was working on songs, Felix had just gotten his hands on an old family recipe, Hyunjin was gearing up for another solo SKZ Player, Seungmin was hosting a music show (the one you had just turned on because it started five minutes ago), and Jeongin had taken a weekend trip home to see his mother and irritate his brother.

Everyone was watching Seungmin on the massive tv and Jisung was clowning him but you were only half paying attention to your surroundings. Your mind was pleasantly fuzzy as you got a little drowsy from Minho’s gentle touches. Yeah, he was turning you on a little, but the repetitiveness of it was soothing.

But then he pulled your hair back behind your shoulders, gathering the sections that usually framed your face and leaning in close to your ear as Changbin appeared in front of you. “Isn’t she pretty, Changbinnie?” You could tell he was wearing a playful smirk by his tone as Changbin leaned down into your personal space.

This was by no means unwelcome, the man was gorgeous and smelled like Christmas (of course he’d used the shampoo you’d made him recently, why wouldn’t he?). You allowed him to tilt your head back and gave him a tiny smile as a smirk settled on his face. “Stunning.”

Having his lips crash against yours while he roughly gripped your chin wasn’t what you’d planned for the day but you weren’t one to turn down attention, especially from these two. You heard a shuffling beside you but none of it really registered as you tried to stifle a squeak when Changbin nipped at your lip. You failed miserably.

What you didn’t know was that Jisung was getting pouty beside the three of you, even as he exchanged confused glances with your friend. “Ummm what the fuck?” She giggled out nervously, spotting Jisung’s excitement as her eyes turned back to the sudden make out session taking place before them.

Jisung, to no one’s surprise except your own, had a fat crush on you. You, of course, were oblivious to this fact. You found him adorable but you would feel guilty if you did anything to him. He was the most innocent thing and you couldn’t ruin that. That’s what caused you to pull back from the kiss, breathing heavily as you forced back a shy giggle (because even though you’d slept with them countless times, you were their precious baby and the attention always made you bury your face in your hands for a few seconds, which Minho adored).

“Guys…Ji is here..” you murmured to them, refusing to make eye contact with Changbin because that’s just how you always were in this sort of scenario. That’s when you heard the huff as he slumped down into the cushions.

“I don’t get why you treat me like a baby..” he grumbled, crossing his arms as your friend placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. “I’m a grown ass man, only a year younger than you. I know you’re fucking half the group, you always have hickeys after spending time with Channie hyung and these two. And Hyunjin always comes back looking absolutely wrecked, covered in hickeys and still sniffling even after two hours because every time he cries his nose runs - which by the way what the fuck do you do to him to make him cry like that - but you refuse to even entertain dirty jokes around me as if I don’t make some of my own.” He rolls his eyes and no one notices when Changbin and Minho exchange knowing looks. Jisung is focused on how irritated and sexually frustrated he feels but you and your friend are focused on his outburst.

You’d only heard him curse a handful of times and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it hot. But it was bothering you how upset he was. “Ji..” you bite the inside of your cheek as you try to think of what to say.

But before you can respond, Minho speaks up. “Why don’t you just show him what you do to make Hyunjin cry like that, princess? You should teach him how to mind his manners.”

You instantly shake your head. “He’s too sweet. I can’t just rock up with restraints and vibrators and ruin that innocent boy.” You say, finally looking over your shoulder at Minho. Jisung chokes on whatever air he was trying to inhale at the thought of you doing those things to him, his cheeks burning a furious red as he looks towards your friend to avoid making eye contact with you.

Of course, Minho notices this and just snorts. “I think he likes the idea, baby girl. Look at how he’s squirming right now.” He teases, his fingers starting to release your hair but not before giving a tug. “Looks like he might just bust before you even get the chance to touch him.”

“Hey!” Jisung scowls as his head whips around to face Minho. “I’m not that desperate!” This is met with laughter from every angle and Jisung’s cheeks go redder, his pants feeling even tighter. He never wanted the other members to know but it seems the cover on his humiliation kink is about to be blown. One thing he wouldn’t let slip was the skirts, but that was a discussion for another day. This was all to say he was not the innocent little angel you thought him to be. He was hornier than all of NCT combined, he was just good at hiding it. Well, until today.

Seungmin’s voice rang clear through the room as a performance ended on the show and Jisung just let out a groan of annoyance, grabbing the remote from the table and flicking the tv off. “Oh my god shut UP!” He huffed and got up. That’s when you finally caught on that it was more than just him being shy and maybe crushing on you. He was turned on just from seeing Changbin kiss you and he wanted you to treat him like that. “I’m just gonna go before this gets any weirder.”

“Don’t.” The word slipped out all too fast and your cheeks heated up a little as he stopped. “Good boy.” He would’ve keened if those words had come from you. Though he was still close to that reaction since it was Minho who spoke up. “I won’t show you what I do to Hyunjin.” His frown deepened and you sighed. “But you’ll listen to us and do what we tell you to do to him.” Changbin smirked at you and glanced over at your friend. “You too if you’re game, babydoll.”

“Bet. But we’re not fucking in the living room, I don’t have the money to get the couch cleaned.” You couldn’t stifle your laugh at her words and nudged Changbin back to stand up. You faced Jisung and, while the man was several inches taller than you, he seemed so small in that moment.

“Looks like you’re getting what you want. No more pouting.” You teased as you led him off to your room, the others following closely. You jumped a bit when Changbin’s hand connected with your ass and a slap sounded out across the room. He was always doing that, regardless of whether or not you were with the rest of the group. It seemed to be one of his love languages at this point.

“Fuck, that was a good one.” His attention shifted from you as he adopted a sly grin. “What about you, b/f/n? Is your ass off limits? I hope not, it’s a nice ass.” He teased.

That was one thing about Changbin and Minho. While they were both very much dominant men, Changbin had more fun with it. It’s not that Minho was rigid, he was just more serious in general. More mature. Changbin was your local gym rat that doubled as a walking shitpost. Certified dumbass in the most loving way possible. It’s only natural that the headassery would bleed into how he acted in the bedroom.

B/f/n’s cheeks were tinted pink as she responded, granting Changbin permission to play with her ass since he seemed so enthusiastic about it. The man lit up like a neon sign as he dropped back a bit to plant one on her, earning a squeak of surprise to accompany the slapping sound even though she knew he was going to do it. “Damn, okay, your ass is perfect. That was perfect. Fuck.”

Minho just rolled his eyes as you all entered your room, closing the door behind everyone. “Calm down, you’ve got plenty of time to play with their asses. Right now though we’ve got some teaching to do.” He smirked as you nudged Jisung to sit on the edge of your bed.

Jisung, the precious thing he is, kept his eyes down as his teeth made quick work of the insides of his puffy cheeks. You noticed and lightly patted his cheeks. “Stop that. You’ll hurt yourself and then be grouchy about it later.” You scolded gently as Minho took up residence at your desk and Changbin lounged on the giant beanbag chair in the corner. He’d have trouble getting up later but you’d just pretend you didn’t see it like you always did. You learned the first time he struggled that laughing was a poor choice when he’d yet to have his turn. Your hips ached for days from how he’d folded you.

“Actually, I think I’ll let you handle them,” Changbin started as his eyes locked on b/f/n. “I’m gonna have some fun with this one.” He beckoned her over and patted his thighs when she reached him, urging her to sit. But you didn’t have time to see if she actually sat before Minho was ordering you to kiss Jisung.

Domming in front of these two was just…strange. It was embarrassing in some ways because they’d only ever seen you as their good little girl. You gladly gave up any control with them and now Minho was demanding you take some back to exercise on Jisung. Had it just been the two of you, you wouldn’t be hesitating at all (aside from the whole “I don’t wanna dirty him” thing). It was a weird power dynamic.

So when you leaned in for the kiss Minho had demanded, you decided to ignore his presence and do things your way. Your lips brushed against Jisung’s and he let out a soft sigh. You couldn’t help but let your fingertips ghost over the front of his sweats and he let out a soft whimper but you pulled back from the kiss all too soon for his liking and he whined. “That wasn’t even a kiss!”

“Waiting is part of the fun, Ji. If you know so much, surely you know that.” You mocked as your fingers tangled in his hair, forcing his head back to look at you since you were still standing. The whimper he let out was glorious and you couldn’t help but lean back into his personal space to mock him some more. “I just don’t think you know as much as you say you do, babydoll. You’re in no position to demand things. You’ve seen Hyunjin after I’ve finished with him.”

It was less nerve-racking with only Minho paying attention to what was happening. Changbin was a little preoccupied with b/f/n, the sounds of them sucking face and gasping for air battling against your ridicule to break the silence. Well, their sounds and your ridicule mixing with Jisung’s desperate noises.

“Shit, baby, I didn’t know you could do that. You’re always so quiet and obedient.” Minho chuckled as he crossed his arms. “But you didn’t listen to me, angel. I said kiss him. Not toy with him.” Jisung felt seen and like someone was on his side so he made it known. “See! I told you it wasn’t a kiss!” You shot him a glare and he shut his mouth instantly as you turned your gaze back to Minho.

“It’s hard to follow instructions and dom at the same time though…” you pouted, hoping that would soften him so he let you do as you pleased. It didn’t.

“Okay? You’re still gonna do it. You wouldn’t dare go against me and we both know it.” Your pout melted into a look of dismay as you let out a whine. “Stop.” You froze instantly and he let out a sigh, causing you to straighten up.

“Sorry. I was showing off..” you bit your lip briefly. “Can I at least play with him a little? You know how much I love teasing..” your tone was far more polite than before and Minho made a noise of satisfaction.

“I do know how much you love teasing but look at him. Look at how sweet he looks, like you said. You can’t just go and ruin that. He’s not Hyunjin. You’ve gotta make him feel pretty, baby.” Minho coached gently, maintaining eye contact no matter how much you tried to avoid it. “Understand?”

You nodded instantly, your hold on Jisung’s hair loosening. Then he fucking whined. “You don’t have to stop that though..” he mumbled, trying to tug against your hand so you’d pull his hair again. You looked to Minho for permission and he nodded so you instantly tightened your grip again and the expression of bliss that made itself at home on Jisung’s face felt like a punch to the gut.

“Ask him what he likes. Clearly he likes hair pulling. Make him tell you what else he wants you to do to him.” Minho’s guidance gave you an idea and you locked eyes with Jisung despite his best efforts to look away.

“How about you tell me what you want? In return, I’ll kiss you for every detail you reveal. You want that don’t you, baby boy?” Your tone was like honey as you laid out the rules he needed to follow in order to really get what he wanted.

Jisung was beyond mortified at the idea of revealing everything with Minho and Changbin within earshot - not that Changbin would notice considering he was currently switching positions to get b/f/n on her back so he could bury his head between her legs. But the prize was just too good to give up and he desperately needed to hear you call him baby boy again. So he nodded, much to your delight, and began to list things off.

Everything he told you was pretty standard stuff that came with these dynamics. But the one that stood out to you was the one he practically whispered when you thought he’d run out of things to admit to. “So you were just thriving when I bullied you, huh? You want me to make fun of you? Embarrass you to the point you wanna cry just because that sort of thing makes your dick twitch?”

You had to admit, this was starting to veer back towards how you were with Hyunjin and you weren’t entirely sold on the idea of being mean to Jisung. But the gasp followed by a whimper that reached your ears as you leaned in closer made you even wetter and you knew he only let those sounds slip because he wanted you to ruin him just like you said you wouldn’t.

Minho, however, was watching in amusement as you coaxed all of this out of the youngest, his eyes occasionally flicking over to Changbin going down on b/f/n. She was letting out some pretty sounds as she writhed under his touch and both scenes were making him unbearably hard. “Enough of that, princess.” He said, turning his attention back to you. “Now that you know what he wants, tell him what you want. And make him give it to you.”

You briefly ignored the instructions, taking a moment to nip at Jisung’s earlobe before whispering. “I want you to lay back and let me ride that pretty face. I want you to keep your hands to yourself-“ you didn’t, you loved hands on your ass while you sat on someone’s face, but this was about exercising control and seeing if he could actually do it. “-and I don’t want you to touch yourself. I want you completely still, being a good little fuck toy for me. Understood?” You smirked as you pulled away, jerking his head back with one final tug before releasing him so he could get settled. His lips, swollen red from all the kisses, parted to let out a weak moan.

He started to lay back but you tutted at him. “Strip first. I wanna see everything you’ve so carefully been hiding from me since I started hanging out with you guys. I wanna see just how pretty you are.” His face betrayed him as he got up to undress, showing how nervous he was trying not to be. His cheeks were a lovely shade of rose as shaky fingers lifted his hoodie, revealing no shirt underneath to cover his chiseled body.

He wasn’t as buff as Changbin but he was more muscular than Minho and what was once thought to be a flat tummy was now revealed to be a nicely defined set of abs. His arms had gotten bigger since the first time you laid eyes on him too and your mouth practically watered as you became aware of your panties sticking uncomfortably to you. What you weren’t expecting was a small script tattoo on his ribcage. He didn’t seem like the type to like ink. You’d have to ask him about that later.

You let out a pleased sound as you stepped towards him, glancing up for permission as your hands lifted towards his abs. Of course he obliged, no way was he gonna pass up the chance to feel your fingertips on his skin. “You’ve been hiding from me. I didn’t know such a pretty boy could get any prettier.” Your tone made his blush worsen, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears, and your fingers tracing the lines of his abs and the swoops of his tattoo made his whole body fill with excitement. “‘M sorry, I didn’t think you’d wanna see me..”

“Don’t be silly. Even if we weren’t in this situation, you’re still fucking gorgeous and I think you should show it off more.” You pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart, before stepping back and starting to undress yourself. He followed your lead and began to remove his pants, trying to keep his eyes averted when your top landed by his hoodie.

Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the innocent label. He’d been boasting about not being innocent only a short while ago and now he couldn’t even look at you because you had your tits out. As if you weren’t about to sit on his face. It made you laugh as you shed the rest of your clothes and pushed him onto the bed.

“I thought of another thing I want.” You waited to see if he’d look at you as you climbed over him but he didn’t. “I want you to stop worrying about modesty. We’re literally having sex.” You teased as you settled back on your knees to wait for his eyes to open, his hard-on flush against your ass without any barriers. Finally. You couldn’t help but wiggle your hips a little to tease him as you waited.

But he still didn’t look at you, even as you pulled a soft whine from him with your grinding, and Minho spoke up. “I guess you really are too innocent, Ji. You can’t even open your eyes to admire the beauty sitting on your lap.” His tone was mocking and you felt his cock twitch against your ass. So he wasn’t just into you talking down to him.

“If he can’t give me what I want I guess I can’t give him what he wants either, huh Minnie?” You knew this nickname would either make him whip it out or join in, he adored it. And both of these responses were good choices.

“That’s right, princess. I guess he told you all his kinks for nothing. Maybe you oughtta-“

“No! No..” His voice was small as he interrupted Minho, his hands flying to your hips to keep you in place since you’d started to move. He finally peeked out at you and he was right to be embarrassed. No way was he gonna be able to focus on much else other than your tits. “I’ll be good..”

Your hands gently wrapped around his wrists as you pull his hands away despite his protests. “I was starting to think you didn’t wanna look at me..” you feigned hurt with a fake pout, delighting in the way he violently shook his head as you leaned forwards to pin his wrists by his head.

“No! You’re pretty!” He blurted out, causing Minho to laugh as he composed himself. Everything about Jisung was becoming more frantic now that you had him naked. “You’re so pretty, noona, too pretty for me..”

Now that was an ego boost you didn’t know you needed. “Oh? I’m so pretty you feel ashamed to look? Better watch your words or I may develop a complex.” You teased as you leaned closer. Your lips briefly met his and you both sighed at the contact.

Honestly, if it weren’t for Minho orchestrating things, you’d probably still be toying with him. You wouldn’t be holding back if it weren’t for him. As confident as you were about treating Jisung differently than Hyunjin, Minho had to step in because you started heading in that direction the second Jisung whined about not getting a real kiss.

“Hands by your sides.” You ordered as you released him, fighting the urge to coo over how quickly he obeyed. You crawled up the bed and positioned yourself over his head but before you could even settle in, you felt his tongue against your pussy. You let out a surprised sound and lifted your hips away, giving him a little glare. “I thought I told you not to move.” He recoiled, licking his lips as he forced himself to stay put.

“Sorry. ‘M sorry..” He wasn’t sure what had possessed him, he just couldn’t help himself. The second he saw how wet you were, he forgot all about the roles at play here. Not that you’d ever believe him (well, you might after this), but he was a genius at pussy eating. He’d gotten some practice on a couple tours, making his reputation known to all the stylists, and he prided himself on it.

You slowly sank back down onto his waiting tongue and let out a sigh at the contact. You immediately began to rock your hips and huffed a little when he didn’t so much as flick his tongue. “You can move your mouth, Ji. Telling you to stay still doesn’t mean I’m telling you not to put in any effort. Besides, don’t you wanna brag about being my good boy and making me cum?” The choked noise he made left a grin on your face as he began to eat you out like a starved man.

You let out a satisfied squeak as you rolled your hips against his face, reaching down to tug at his hair. Your eyes had slipped shut at some point so you didn’t notice Minho had moved until he was biting at your neck. “Babygirl, I want you to stop before you cum. You aren’t finished until I say you’re finished. Understood?” You barely processed what he said due to the mental fog from both men’s lips and as much as you hated it, you nodded in agreement. “Good girl.” Your submissive side fucking preened and you almost lost all resolve to continue domming Jisung right then.

But then he sucked on your clit and you let out a soft cry, praising him for how well he was doing. Calling him a good boy grounded you again and you reveled in the symphony of pleasure filling the room. Both Changbin and b/f/n were letting out breathy moans and you could hear the sound of his hips slamming into hers as he railed her. Something about your best friend fucking one of your regular fuck buddies while your other regular fuck buddy guided you on how to fuck one of your mutual best friends just really did it for you.

Your hips stilled when Minho’s lips closed over one of your nipples. If you carried on with too much enthusiasm, you’d cum far sooner than anyone wanted you to. Your fingers found the button of Minho’s jeans and you quickly popped it, urging him to strip. “Please..” your request came out as a breathy moan and he happily obliged. He’d been waiting far too long.

Jisung was fighting hard not to wrap his arms around your thighs and force you to cum on his tongue. He didn’t want you to get in trouble and of course he didn’t want to get in trouble himself. He’d tucked his hands under his back so he wouldn’t grab onto you while he ate you out and he almost passed away when Minho praised him for being so obedient.

“Look at you, Ji. You’re making her lose her mind and you’re still following her rules. You’re being such a good boy. Maybe she’ll return the favor. Or would you rather share that pretty pussy and both of us make her cum?” This made both of you moan. The thought of being sandwiched between the two of them, knowing Jisung still wouldn’t dare try anything that wasn’t submitting to your every whim while Minho got possessive and called you the group’s good girl…it was absolutely delightful. “I think that’s what we’ll do then since you both like the idea so much.” He smirked and pulled you away from Jisung’s face, much to both Jisung’s and your dismay.

You’d been stretched like that only one time before and you were absolutely spent afterwards. But knowing Changbin, he’d probably insist on getting his turn with you before you could rest. “I’m gonna take over now, Ji, she’s about to be a babbling mess.” Minho warned as he moved behind you and situated you over Jisung.

In any other situation, Minho’s hand on Jisung’s dick would’ve been horrifying for both of them - of course Jisung would never admit the reason it would be horrifying for him was because of the minor crush he had on Minho. But considering he was guiding the tip towards your entrance, Jisung couldn’t help but buck his hips into Minho’s large (pretty) hand a little as he gave a few quick strokes before lining him up. You immediately took all seven inches, leaving Jisung gasping for air as Minho pulled your back to his chest. “Ride him. I wanna see his reaction.”

You needed no further convincing, eagerly rolling your hips as you rested your head back on Minho’s shoulder. Everything about Jisung was perfect, whether he agreed or not, and his dick was no exception. He was hitting all the right spots and it was fucking delicious. You could feel him bucking his hips ever so slightly as he got audibly worked up, his moans surprisingly higher pitched than you’d expected.

His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth hung open in a little ‘O’ as he whimpered and whined, trying to hold still for you. He’d wanted to fuck you for so long. He’d fantasized about how you’d feel, how you’d taste, how you’d sound. The first time he’d thought about fucking you, he imagined he’d be the one leading and that he’d have you bent over the nearest flat surface, screaming his name and begging for more. But then Hyunjin came home completely wrecked after saying he was going to hang out with you and all Jisung could imagine was being your baby boy. Now it was happening - albeit far differently than he’d ever imagined - and he was terrified to let you down so he was trying to be still as stone since you hadn’t given him permission to move.

You and Jisung weren’t the only ones who found this whole situation hot. Minho was about to go fucking feral. Jisung’s secret crush was definitely mutual and his sounds and expressions paired with your soft whines and your skin pressed against his own were getting to him. He couldn’t stand not being part of this anymore and gently pushed you forward so you were chest to chest with Jisung, his dick twitching at the sight of Jisung inside you. “Ji, be a good boy and take care of her.” He ordered before pressing two fingers inside you alongside the pretty dick filling you up.

Your jaw went slack and you mewled at the sensation, your eyes slipping shut as another, softer moan was dragged from Jisung. You felt his breath fan across your face as he lifted his head to capture your lips in a kiss. You couldn’t be sure if this was because he wanted to comfort you while you were being prepped to take a second massive cock or if he just couldn’t help himself, but you eagerly reciprocated.

You barely registered the sobs of pleasure filling the room that signaled the end of your friend’s first round with Changbin (because no one could stop at just one with him). The sensation of Jisung sucking and nibbling on your bottom lip was taking precedence over everything aside from Minho’s long fingers opening you up. But your attention was ripped away from that too the second you felt Minho replacing his fingers with his dick.

It hurt. There was no denying that fact. But you were comforted by Minho’s gentle touch, his fingers dancing along the length of your spine as Jisung gave up the fight not to touch you. You felt his hands on either side of your head, angling your face this way and that and he pressed little kisses everywhere. You appreciated the attention, focusing on how soft his lips felt on your cheeks, your nose, the outer corners of your eyes. You hadn’t noticed the tears that fell there until after Jisung had kissed them away and the cool air hit your face again as he moved on to litter kisses in other areas.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. Are you okay?” Minho’s voice was laced with concern. Were you okay? To be honest, you weren’t sure. Jisung could see that and just continued to fuss over you as you hid your face in his neck.

“Lemme get used to it..” you almost whispered. Your lips brushing against Jisung’s throat made his dick twitch and you whimpered softly at the sensation. The sigh of content that left Minho told you he liked it too. He tried not to move too much as he leaned down to kiss your neck and shoulders but he was unsuccessful and you let out a soft whine. “Please..”

Hearing you beg sent a thrill through Jisung that he hadn’t expected, given how dead set he was on being your baby boy rather than making you his good girl. He felt the drag of Minho’s cock only a second later and the three of you moaned in unison as they began to alternate thrusts. Minho was right, you were definitely a babbling mess.

When your little audience noticed this, Changbin urged b/f/n to ride him in reverse so they could both watch you get railed. She gladly complied, her gaze locking on Jisung specifically. He was so pretty, making those sounds while he fucked you. The two of you had discussed this sort of thing at length - albeit hypothetically - when you first started hanging out with the boys and you’d both agreed that domming Jisung would be fucking amazing. He was already such a needy, innocent boy and it wouldn’t take much to get him to comply with your wishes. The man was praise driven (or so you thought) and he’d do anything you asked. Finally seeing it was going to be the end of b/f/n.

Jisung’s arms wrapped around your middle, just above where Minho’s hands were tightly gripping your waist. There was no way he was letting you get away from him, not when he finally got to have you. Hell, he probably wouldn’t let go even after you’d finished. He was split. Part of him was screaming and cheering that he finally got you to fuck him and that he’d been so good and so patient for you. But the other part of him was demanding he fuck you into oblivion and breed you. That second part was getting dangerously close to winning the battle.

It won when he made eye contact with Minho, who gave him a little nod and sped up, earning an almost-sob of pleasure from you. Your teeth and nails sunk into Jisung’s neck and shoulders at the change in pace, stars from the pleasure dotting your vision. “Fuck, please, harder…please..” you cried, your whole body burning in the best way.

But they didn’t listen. In fact, Minho did the exact opposite. When he stopped, you let out a soft wail of disappointment. You felt his chest press flush to your back as Jisung continued to fuck you but he soon stopped too and you felt like crying until you realized what was going on. You felt Jisung straining upwards and could hear a smacking noise beside your ear, mingling with muffled moans and groans from both men. They took a break from fucking you to make out.

“Fucking took you two long enough..” Changbin’s quip sounded strained and you were fairly certain that it was due to the fact he was balls deep in your best friend. Again. But then you registered what he said and made a confused face. Wait, had these two always had a thing for each other and just wanted a valid excuse to act on it without it being weird?

You, not being used to being ignored, let out a loud whine and wiggled your hips to get their attention back, huffing when it didn’t work. Jisung was so caught up in the kiss that he could barely register anything else. In less than thirty minutes, he’d locked lips with his two biggest crushes and was having sex with them. Nothing really felt real to him.

Minho, on the other hand, was memorizing everything he could about this moment because this was when two different sides of his life were crashing together. What he had with you was now being laid bare to Jisung, someone he’d always held at arms length for fear of fucking up the group dynamic. And both of you were enjoying it just as much as he was.

He couldn’t help but nibble on Jisung’s bottom lip, wanting the same reaction you’d gotten for the same action. You were getting desperate though and began to suck hickeys onto Jisung’s throat, trying to get some degree of attention back on you. Together, you and Minho made the poor man sing. Your neediness was a character flaw, really. You were so obviously relieved when you heard them gasping for air.

“Fuck, Ji, look at her being a little attention whore and begging us to focus only on her.” Minho’s dig made your pussy clench as you bit back a weak moan. “I think we should make her regret being so needy, don’t you?” And with that, both men were brutally hammering into you with alternating thrusts so you never got a break.

Jisung stuttered a short while later when he felt hot tears on his chest. Your moans had turned into sobs of pleasure and with your face buried in his chest, there was no missing the tears. You barely noticed Minho’s hand leaving your waist to squeeze Jisung’s thigh encouragingly, all you could feel was the weight of your impending orgasm. With that subtle reassurance, Jisung thrust up harder into you and you let out a scream as you came.

Your orgasm ripped theirs out of them far faster than it would’ve if they’d taken turns fucking you. All you could do was let out pathetic whimpers as their cum filled you, spilling out when they pulled out. You hadn’t noticed when they’d finished but your friend was no longer in the room and Changbin was stalking towards the bed. You sniffled and gave him a drunk smile.

“C’mere sweetheart.” You thought he was about to try and pull another orgasm out of you but instead he sat against the headboard. You crawled towards him on weak legs and he pulled you to him, situating you so your back was to his chest as he grabbed your thighs to hold your legs apart. “Ji, haven’t you been taught to clean up after yourself? Get over here.”

The noise you let out as Jisung began to lap up the mess of all three of you was nothing short of purely sinful. Your toes curled and your back arched as he once again ate you out, your brain absolutely fried from the pleasure. “Fuck, Sungie- fuck- I can’t- oh my fucking god I’m gonna cum again-“ you wailed, your body on fire from barely getting a break.

Jisung didn’t dare stop, opting instead to speed up his motions as tears filled your eyes again. “Cum for me then.” It was so simple but it sounded so hot coming from the man who had just been begging you to fuck him only a short while before. Between Jisung’s tongue and Minho teasing your nipples, you were done for.

You felt Minho place a hand on your tummy as your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your body began to shake with the intensity of your orgasm. But Jisung didn’t stop and it was getting to be overwhelming. “Sungie, please, too much-“ you sobbed, tears streaming down your face.

Minho pulled him away when he showed no signs of letting up and Changbin released your legs, your body slumping against his. “You good, princess?” The tears that had let up when Jisung was pulled back quickly rushed forth again and you shifted in Changbin’s arms, just needing to be babied for a few minutes.

Jisung began to panic at this and was about to start fretting over you when Minho grabbed his arm. “Let’s go get her some clothes and give her a minute with him. She’s okay. She gets really overwhelmed sometimes but within minutes she’s okay.” He still felt uneasy but followed Minho’s lead, making sure to pick out one of his shirts that he’d “accidentally” left after a sleepover in the hopes you’d keep it and start wearing it. He’d yet to see that so he was taking this chance to see how you looked in his clothes.

Your sobs died down as Changbin rubbed your back and kissed your head, whispering sweet words to you. This is what you meant when you said they knew you. They always followed the same routine afterwards. Changbin would sooth you while Minho got everything they needed to clean you up and get you settled.

You looked up at Changbin with misty eyes and gave him a little smile. “Better now, baby girl?” You nodded and let out a soft sigh as you stretched. “Better. Kiss?” You puckered your lips and he pecked them but you whined cutely and he quickly gave in to what you wanted, kissing you softly.

A moment later, Jisung and Minho were back with clothes and wet washcloths to clean you up. Changbin gently turned you back around and your cheeks flushed a bright pink when Minho nudged your legs apart to clean you. You avoided eye contact as he cleaned you up and whined when they made you sit up.

“Let’s get these on you and then you gotta go pee. Then we can cuddle.” Minho’s tone was authoritative but gentle at the same time and you couldn’t find it in you to argue back as Jisung pulled a shirt over your head with a little smile. You slipped your arms into the sleeves and smiled when you saw it was the shirt he’d left here a few months ago.

“You’re so fucking precious, Ji. But next time, I’ll be the one giving you aftercare, got it?” You looked back up as you took the panties they’d picked for you, taking a moment to appreciate the blush on his puffy cheeks that resulted from your words. Once you had them on, Minho insisted on carrying you to the bathroom despite your reassurances that you could walk.

You clung to him like a koala as he carried you, whining again when he didn’t immediately leave after putting you down. “I can’t pee if you’re watching me.” You pouted up at him. He could only laugh as he stepped outside to wait. When you were finished, you washed up and walked back out only for him to scoop you back up. “My legs still work, Minnie..” you pouted again and he kissed you.

“I know. But I wanna baby you. We go over this every time, princess. If I’m the one making a mess of you, I’m gonna be the one to coddle you afterwards. Now hush and snuggle with us.” It was almost an order but you were eager to comply, quickly settling in with Minho and Changbin on either side of you. But you refused to leave Jisung out and held your arms open.

“C’mere baby.” The name made him giddy as he carefully laid on top of you. He laid his head on your chest, one of his legs draped over one of yours while the other was stretched out. You could feel his heartbeat from where your hands rested on his back and you couldn’t help but kiss the top of his head.

“Keep calling me that..” he mumbled as he dozed off, a tiny smile of triumph on his face over the fact that he’d finally gotten his chance with you.

502 notes · View notes

daily-dose-of-imagines · 3 years

Text

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ | ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ

After thinking about it and reading Admin T’s angsty fic, I too, have decided to post my own angsty fic, and why not a Levi one? SKSKSK He’s the one that comes to me the easiest when it comes to writing anything, so I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did with writing it~!

Please note there will be canon divergence (mainly as I haven’t caught up in the manga or anime in a hot second)

And yes, I listened to Love is Gone by Slander & Dylan Matthew to get in the mood LOLOL

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

TW: Major Character Death ; Depressive episodes ; PTSD ; Mental Instability ; Body Mutilation

» » Admin Ko

“Levi! LEVI! GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! GET AWAY---”

A sharp inhale and the bright white light of the morning sun was all that welcomed the ex-corporal as he sat rigidly in his bed. Slowly, frantic metallic blue eyes skimmed down to battered and scarred hands as he watched his body move in an odd state of delirium. Oddly fixated on the way his knuckles paled and how tightly he grasped his sheets, Levi hadn’t even realized the painful sting in his lungs as the cool slick of sweat dripped down the nape of his neck.

It was a barrage of movements from there, his eyes remaining unfocused as he watched the chaos that spilled in his bedroom from an out of body perspective. It was...odd to say the least. He watched familiar faces come to calm his body down, easing him back into a sense of reality as he watched the cogs in his own face work to ease up the grip he once had on the sheets and the trembling he had ceased.

Another flash and he found himself back in his own body, blankly staring down at his scarred hands once again. The room was left barren all over again as he found himself staring out the window and into the gorgeous scenery before him.

It hadn’t been that long since they had discovered the truth behind the entire catastrophe they found themselves in, yet it felt as though it was ages ago since he’s stepped forth outside. Or had it? If Levi were being honest, he couldn’t remember shit, and that itself only added to his agitation as he glared at the empty walls he was trapped in.

“Fuck...”

Clenching his teeth, the ex-corporal forced himself to get out of bed. A strange tug in his heart drew him towards the desk hidden within the corner of the room. Strewn across the poorly put together desk were notes, plans, letters, photographs, and...a locket?

Perhaps it was his age that was getting to him, or maybe it was the heat, but what was so important about this shitty piece of jewelry? Slowly picking up the accessory, Levi gave a brief once over to it before feeling a scoff build in his throat.

“Tch, it’s probably Lt. (L/N)’s.....”

Slowly, the words faltered from falling out of his throat as he felt his heart skip a beat. Cool metallic blue hues suddenly vibrant with evident fear as flashes of red and torn limbs flashed in his eyes. The quickening of his breath went unheard as he suddenly leaned over the table. Those scarred hands that have seen days of combat suddenly felt numb as the telltale sign of pins and needles crawled their way down to his fingers.

“Levi? Levi~~ Levi! LEVI!”

Flashes of her face swam through his vision as the once clear image of his desk became fragmented as he dropped to the floor. He didn’t even feel his knees dig into the floor-- rather he couldn’t care less as he desperately clung onto the locket as the memories from a week ago resurfaced into his mind. The tears that he once thought had dried up began pouring down his cheeks as the ache in his chest multiplied.

»»————- ♪ ————-««

The rustling of leaves caught his attention. Despite the cool weather they’ve finally been given it still brought the ex-corporal a sense of unease as he watched the small party work around in gathering materials whilst discussing their next plan of action.

It hadn’t been long since they’ve dealt with Kenny and his gang, but if Levi was certain of one thing it was that he didn’t want to cross paths with that man ever again. Already he barely managed to scrape by whilst making sure their original plan had worked.

“Oi, dipshit.”

“Tch.”

No matter how hard he sought to smack that cheeky smile off of her face, he never found the heart to do it. Not when she held his with such a pretty smile.

“You’re spacing out again. Kenny’s bullshit still getting to you?”

“...”

“Oh come on, you can tell me~.”

“Fuck off.”

“Oooh~ Touchy touchy. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I thought you were pretty badass!”

A skip to his heart. Something that wasn’t uncommon when he found himself with her. Of course he’d never let her know, instead he gave her a roll of his eyes before kicking her away.

“Get back to work.”

“Fine fine~. Oh! But in all seriousness, whatever is looming in that brooding mind of yours, just remember we still got the plan done. Whatever happened in the past is whatever. We just gotta look toward the future, yeah?”

“...tch. Hurry up and get the fuck over there already. Those damn shit wads look like they’re going to break their backs.”

A mock salute, one that he found endearing in her own quirky way though when he least suspected it she was right back up in his face. A cocky little smirk graced her lips before those chapped yet soothingly familiar feel of her lips brushing his own registered in his brain, and before he could react she was merrily skipping towards the struggling ex-cadets.

“...you’re damn lucky I love you shitty (y/n)...”

➽───────────────❥

BANG

“Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck!”

BOOM BOOM CRASH

“HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET HERE?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”

SCREEEEEECCHHHHHHH

Hell on earth, better known as the mass migration of Titans. One minute he was seated with Armin. Easily discussing strategies and the next movement for their plans. The moment he blinked the makeshift tents they had were on fire. Smoke was rising to the skies and the screams of people filled his ears. Immediately, Levi reacted. Rushing to grab his swords he mentally checked off a list of what needed to be done. Yet before he could even reach his own gear the hissing telltale sign of someone whisking into action caught his ears.

The reaction was immediate as he looked up to see fierce (e/c) hues. Calloused hands he’s held plenty of times underneath tables were now clenched tightly around her swords as she went about luring as many titans away as she could.

“...evi, Levi, CAPTAIN LEVI!”

Shocked out of his stupor he turned to face Connie who was frantically grabbing at his arm as he finally took the chance to take in the scene before him.

Whatever carts they had salvaged were packed away with what little they could save. The bodies of those who had already fallen were hanging from the trees and already in the distant background he saw the revolting sight of a wretched up human meatball.

“Status?”

“We’ve lost at l-least a couple of hands. Captain (y/n) told us to gather as much as we could and to gain distance while she distracts them--”

“Is there back up with her?”

“..N-No sir...”

��Are you fucking STUPID? Tch, get moving Springer. (y/n) and I will catch up shortly.”

“B-But”

“Did. I. Stutter.”

“N-No sir...”

“Then get moving!”

Not even taking the chance to watch the male rush back to the small party of cadets, Levi hurriedly put his harness and gear on in record time before whisking himself towards the sound of gurgling and inhumane sounds.

“Just stay alive....please, I can’t lose you too...”

➽───────────────❥

Horrific. That’s the best that he could describe the sight before him. The carcasses of fallen allies and titans alike littered the ground as the once distant storm clouds drew in close. The light sprinkling of rain undoubtedly triggered a wave of unnecessary deja vu as he trudged on until he saw a lone figure standing a top the last titan from the herd.

Suddenly, the once tight hold around his heart loosened as a breath he didn’t know he was holding finally escaped his throat as he relaxed his stance.

“Oi shit for brains. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Oh! Levi! I thought you were with the others?”

“And leave a shitty captain like you to half ass the job?”

“Heh, you know it’s okay to admit you were worried about me stupid. It’s just us.”

Another roll of his eyes was given as he begrudgingly made his way towards her, a half assed smile gracing his features as he held his hand out towards her.

“Tch, you’re lucky I fucking love you shit for brains.”

The smile she gave was blinding. One that he surely could never find an immunity to as he savored the warmth of her calloused hand in his own scarred and tainted ones.

“Heh~ I love you too shitty corporal~.”

With that, the pair began their journey towards the base. A brief conversation in regards to how much compressed air was left in their tanks being their main worry as they walked. Though as that continued the rain that had once sprinkled began to heavily pour down. A sound of irritation left his lips as she lightly laughed, easily scooting herself closer to him as he begrudgingly wrapped an arm around her waist.

“This rain makes things just as bad, doesn’t it?”

“Yea---”

“....Levi?”

“Sh!”

Immediately a sense of dread filled his chest as he tugged her towards a tree, quickly hiding by the base as the loud crashes and thumps of footsteps prevailed throughout the lands.

“...dammit....how much gas do you have left?”

“....Enough to swing by two of those big ass trees.”

A grimace. Again, that pool of dread seemed to fill faster as he subconsciously held onto her tightly. He had enough gas to swing back to at least the vicinity of the planned meet up spot, but with an additional body? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps if he were able to split it.

“We’re switching tanks--”

“No we’re not. You are going to keep your goddamn tanks and I’ll keep mine. Worse comes to worse you leave me here.”

“I’m not leaving you--”

A quick kiss to his lips as her fists bunched up his dress shirt. If he felt a tremble in her hands or the way her lips wobbled he didn’t mention it.

“Look. We both know that between the two of us you’re the one who has the best deduction and quick thinking. If it had to be one or the other....it has to be you.”

“Shut the fuck up. We’re going back together.”

“Levi...”

“No! shut the fuck up. I’m not leaving you behind. I’ve lost too many fucking people! I can’t lost you too! You’re....you’re all I have left in this shitty world...please (y/n)...”

Though before she could even reply a sharp scream came from her as he was roughly pushed to the side. On instinct her hands moved to hold the swords attached to her hips before jetting off for a nearby tree.

In response, the large titan moved for her. It’s large beady eyes leering at it’s new prey as she tightly grasped her blades.

“(y/n)!”

Levi didn’t even recognize his own voice as he went to grab his own swords. His fingers itching to press the triggers for the canisters, yet he was cut short at her voice and the shaky glare she gave him. One that only further plummeted his heart into his stomach as she gave him a trembilng grin.

“I got this! Just go and don’t turn back okay? I’ll be right behind you!”

“BULL SHIT. YOU BARELY HAVE ENOUGH GAS IN THOSE TANKS--”

“WELL I WAS LYING OKAY? NOW GO! I CAN HANDLE THIS ONE!”

“THEN LET’S---”

ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR

As if the distress wasn’t enough, the quick rumbling of earth and stone had both captains pale as (y/n) tightly held onto her blades. Her gaze no longer on the titan before her, but rather the hoard that was nearing their now disclosed location.

“...Levi you have to go.”

“No. We’re doing this together.”

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE PLEASE LEVI! JUST GO. YOU WON’T HAVE ENOUGH GAS BY THE END OF THIS JUST PLEASE GO!”

“WHAT IF I DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK? I’M NOT LEAVING YOU SHIT FOR BRAINS!”

Gritting her teeth, she mustered up as much strength as she could as she hurriedly reached for the smoke gun. Without a moment’s notice, she shot the pellet. A trail of black littering the skies as she gave the other a glare.

“THERE. THEY’LL COME HERE TO HELP SO PLEASE GO AND BRING THEM HERE. I CAN HANDLE THIS ONE MYSELF AND THEN I’LL SWING UP.”

Gritting his teeth, he could only give her a stern glare as he reluctantly did as he was told. Without a moment’s delay he shot forth, desperate in tracking the familiar wagon to bring back reinforcements as the sound of a titan hitting the floor brought him a sense of ease.

“Damn you (y/n) you better keep your fucking word!”

. . .

“I’m sorry Levi...I lied...I don’t have enough to swing up...”

Teary eyed, she let her tanks drop to the grounds below as her racing heart seemed to be in beat with the thundering steps of the hoard of titans on their way towards the sound of the fallen one’s cry. Subconsciously, she pressed her fist to her chest. Why? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she just had to keep it safe for him.

➽───────────────❥

Upon spotting the rickety wagon, Levi jetted straight for the reins. His eyes frantic as the leftover cadets near him seemed shaken by his brutish actions. He didn’t necessarily care though. What mattered to him was reaching (y/n)’s side with her seated on one of the thick branches with that cheeky grin he adored while he and the rest of the moving cadets could annihilated the hoard of titans.

Yet when he returned the pit in his stomach formed into that of utter despair. Where he should’ve seen (y/n) he found nothing. Instead, he saw the tattered remains of her cloak pinned to the tree as the hoard of demons fought over something...some...thing...some...one.

He didn’t know what happened next. Rather he couldn’t. As if his lungs had suddenly malfunctioned and stopped working. He hadn’t even realized he had jetted out from the wagon. All he saw was a glimpse of her bloody face and suddenly he saw red.

It was an utter rampage. Sounds of desperation, anger, and hurt filled the skies as the rain continued to pour down relentlessly. The titans that had once stood tall now laid in horrifying dismembered piles. (y/n)’s body-- rather what was left of it.

Ripped from the torso down, her legs were practically disintegrated. Most likely stewing away in one of the fallen titans’ bodies. A brief flash of her spine had most turning away to vomit, yet Levi stared lifelessly. His body trudging slowly to her as his lower lip wobbled. The pain in his chest multiplied tenfold as those warm (e/c) were glassy and unfocused.

I'm sorry, don't leave me I want you here with me

Dropping to his knees, he gently cupped her cheeks as he pressed his forehead to hers. A shaky breath finally escaping him as he struggled to take in another breath of air as the rain continued it’s assault on him.

I can't breathe, I'm so weak

“Fuck... come on shit for brains... open those beautiful eyes for me...come on...yeah? You said we were gonna go see those damn pink trees...right?”

No response. Not that anyone had expected one. Forcefully breathing in he forced a weak smile onto his trembling features as his sight began to blur.

“C’mon (y/n)...stop playing these fucking games and look at me...c’mon.... I know you can dumbass...”

The pain in his chest amplified as the lack of response continued to shake her. An attempt to wake her up as he blatantly ignored the lack of legs and the disgustingly slow plops of viscera staining the grassy floors.

“Fucking shit (y/n) wake the fuck up. I’m tired of these fucking games. If you keep doing this bullshit I wont take you to see those damn trees you’re obsessed with when we fix this shit...”

Flashes of bodies. Each familiar to him in their own sickening way as a wretched sob came out of his chest. Desperately, he held her close. The care he had for his clothes now out the window as he buried his face into the crook of her neck as he shook with rage and absolute pain.

Don't tell me that your love is gone That your love is gone

➽───────────────❥

The ride was silent. Just the clopping horseshoes whilst he tightly held onto the bundle that was, in his words, a sleeping (y/n).

“...Captain?”

“What is it Arlert?”

Despite the clear hoarseness in his voice, Levi still held a bite to his voice. The lack of emotion in his eyes was pitiful, especially knowing how many loved ones the man has lost.

“...As we were cleaning Captain (y/n) up...we...found this.”

A tilt of his head was given, and before he could ask any questions the glittering of metal caught his attention.

“It’s a locket...I apologize I peeked inside...but I feel as though she would want you to have this.”

»»————- ♪ ————-««

Red rimmed eyes stared at the photo. It was something she had suggested-- stupid if you had asked him in the moment, but at this moment he couldn’t help but tightly hold onto the only photo of her left. Bringing the locket to his chest, the strong captain curled up into a ball as a new wave of emotions overcame him.

Having cried all his tears out, all that came out of him left were weakened whimpers and desperate heavy breaths as he tightly curled around the locket. The demolished state of the room proved to be a perfect depiction of his mind as the letters she wrote for fun back then were sprawled all around him. The sheets from the bed now in a makeshift nest around him as bloodied hands cupped the locket.

“Why was it you...why couldn’t it have been me?”

A flash of her smile. The sweet harmonies of her laughter. Adoring warm (e/c) hues.

“...why couldn’t it have been m e?”

#attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #aot levi #tiny bit of angst #oops i meant a fuck ton #tw; major character death #tw; depression #tw; ptsd #tw; mental instability #tw; body mutilation

160 notes · View notes

kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 4 years

Text

Hakuoki Shinkai Kaze no Shou Drama Translation - Shogunate Dogs and Puppies

last post of the month! so as always, i’ll end by asking if you can please support through ko-fi, through paypal or patreon, the latter will give you early access to my stuff and blog translations (changed the tiers)…. also let me know if you have any hakuoki drama cds that you’d be willing to share that are on my looking for list since i either do not have audio for those cds or do not have audio that i can share...

Anyway! im finally done with this! AND I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE HOW LUCKY I AM THAT THE AUDIO WAS POSTED FOR THIS RECENTLY!

also the 3rd and 5th sanan tsukikage chapters were re-posted so I saved them as pdfs this time (also kazama’s 7th chapter was taken down but i thankfully already had that saved as a pdf). if im lucky, that translator will repost the other chapters they took down... tho i’m likely not going to translate any of that since i still have a shit ton of stuff on my to-do list plus... ginsei no shou is what im interested in... and i really wanna find some saito stuff to translate lol. especially given the cgs. they’re sooooooooooooooooooo pretty!

lol. as always, final edits will be done on the video (will be delayed due to me being busy)... and since I translated this before I actually heard this cd, I just went with what the Mandarin pingyin reads as for several things in this drama translation. also, there’s a lot of barking not directly mentioned in my tl that i didn’t see in the original TL i used for this.

Aside from the Shinsengumi Oni-tan drama, this is the 2nd drama I’ve always wanted to translate... with the 3rd being ???? xD. only translated track 6 of that one for some reason, and it’s a +30 min drama so i have no idea when it’ll get posted (the 4th would be the Thumb-sized samurai one cuz i’m still annoyed at how i only got tl for 4/7 tracks while the 5th would be the vita zuisouroku one”手紙” for the same reason since im missing tl for tracks 1-6 for that. T_T did find tl for the 妖刀始末记 drama cd i was missing translations for though i don’t have the audio for that).

image from suruga-ya.

enjoy~! do not repost this elsewhere!

Hakuoki Shinkai Kaze no Shou Drama CD “Shogunate Dogs and Puppies”

Translation by KumoriYami

Hijikata: ha.. really. I didn't expect to work so late. the sun's already gone down/set.

Yamazaki: Although we planned on getting back before dinner... it is unlikely that we'll make it.

Hijikata: Yeah.... now that dinner is over, i hope that those idiots haven't eaten everything.

Yamzaki: vice-commander, if you wish to hurry, we can take shortcuts/a shortcut.

Hijiakta: shortcuts? is there a shortcut nearby?

Yamazaki: Yes, it's not a well-known [??] shortcut, (and) could affect the vice-commander's safety, so I don't really recommend it....

Hijikata: No, it doesn't matter. Lead the way. If the Shinsengumi's vice-commander doesnt dare to go, it would be a problem.

Yamazaki: I understand. Then please, go this way.

Hijikata: So/Originally, as long as you passed this road we'd be near headquarters. But/However this shortcut feels a little creepy.

Yamazaki: There were reports of wild dog attacks here. I'll go first, also vice-commander please make yourself quieter----What was that noise/sound?!

[I assume that Yamazaki means for Hijikata to make quieter movements though I can't say that for certain. "也請副長多加小" literally word for word: also please vice-commander much/many add/plus small]

Hijikata: Yamazaki! Get ready! (sword gets drawn) It's in the grass over there!

Yamazaki: Wa! Wh-what... is that a wild dog?

hijikata: no, it's just a puppy. did it get separated from its parents?

puppy: wuwu.....

Yamazaki: Do-don't come (over)/cause trouble....go!

Hijikata: hey, when you meant wild dogs, did you mean this guy? Although it's a bit surprising, however isn't this cute? I thought it was a bandit/robber——

Kazama: hm, I was wondering what was making so much noise over here, it turns out it was the Shogunate's hunting dog/lackey playing around with a stray dog? What a funny display/an interesting sight to behold.

Yamazaki: You are Kazama Chikage....?!

Hijikata: Che! In a sense, this guy is [even] worse than a bandit/robber...... Why have you come here?!

Kazama: That's my line/what I should bee saying. Avoiding the main road, taking this shortcut to imitate a dog and steal a chicken [idiom], all I can see in my eyes/before me are people with no sense of shame.

Hijikata: Hey! Look at yourself before speaking of others! If you show up here, it also means that you're very suspicious.

Kazama: Hm, applying [accusing] what you saying to others/applying what you are doing to others is proof of how despicable you are. [As expected of the] Shogunate's hunting dog, truly how shameless. I originally had no business with you today, but I am not so forgiving as to ignore a bunch of bastard dogs who are always trying to pick a fight.

Hijikata: Interesting. Want to fight?

Kazama: Hmph, just watch how I cut you, and your sword covered in dog filth.

Hijikatta: That's what I was thinking/just what I want, I'll be able to rid myself of you!

Kazama: hmph, "the weaker dog will always bark/the weaker the dog is, the more it will bark" and that barking has been happening from the start.......This is only the start.... and I'm bored to death! What's wrong, I've been shouting since just now!

Yamazaki: C-calm down, dog! come on! come, sit down!

Hijikata: I think I've suddenly lost my will to fight.... Oi, Kazama! Is this dog yours? If it is, hurry up and take it with you [away]!

Kazama: How stupid! How could I have taken in such a filthy dog. Since you're all dogs, it should be a companion of you guys!

Hijikata: Who knows, we don't have a clue. But, what's to be done about this guy?

Yamazaki: The way it''s been barking, has ruined the atmosphere for a fight.

Kazama: Really...... it's no fun if you're saying that you were disturbed by a puppy barking as an excuse for losing. (sheathes blade). Hey, I'll wait. You guys get that dog to shut up now.

hijiktat: don't talk to yourself!

Kazama: Hurry up! Talking is a waste of time.

Hijikata: Che[? the definition of the TL here is 'to yawn' so i'm guessing that this might be more of a 'tsk' or 'che']! hey yamazaki, you think of a way to get the dog to shut up.

Yamazaki: M-me? If that's an order, I will comply...... but just now it didn't quiet down at all.

Kazama: Haha...... the Shogunate's hunting dog has been fooled by a wild dog? You indeed all resemble each other.

Hijikata: You don't have the qualification to talk to us! Hey, have you gotten it to shut up yet?

Yamazaki: It apparently seems to be warning us, as long as we aren't hostile, it should be quiet.

Kazama: Oh.....then you've truly given up. It was probably barking because of how dreadful/awful/fearful/hideous your faces look. Do you want to cover up your faces?

Hijikata: What are you saying about our faces being dreadful? Your face looks more awful than ours, so it was probably barking at that? What do you think? Yamazaki.

Yamazaki:......Uh, ah! yes! I believe Kazama's face is extremely dreadful.

Hijikata: hey, wait...... why was that silence just now?

Yamazaki: It, it's nothing! It absolutely didn’t mean anything!

Kazama: Quit it with the senseless questions and answers. Quickly get that dog to be quiet!

Hijikata: damn it! When this is over, remember this (for me [will probably omit that])! Yamazaki, let's go! Hey, isn't it time [for you] to shut up now? If you don't calm down, don't you know what the consequences will be?........Damn, the barking is really difficult to deal with. Be good, don't worry, so stop barking.

Kazama: hey, just now were you guys trying to please [coax?] it?

Hijikata: ah? Don't bother me!!

Puppy: wanwanwanwan, wanwanwan!!!

Yamazaki: Vice-commander, this is counter-productive. it's rare for that guy to be a bit honest......

Kazama: One or two stray/wild dogs cannot be ordered into doing something, it seems that the dignity of the Shogunate's hunting dog is of no use.

Hijikata: You mouth speaks very well...... however in the end, this guy only started barking after you showed up.

Yamazaki: Indeed. That is to say, the reason for this barking isn't us, rather it is you!

Kazama: What? Being unable to get this dog to shut up, you decide to blame someone else? How unsightly.

Yamazaki: If you were unrelated as you say, why does this dog keep barking at you?!

Kazama: Apparently this lowly dog is unable to understand its position. Then I shall personally get it to shut its mouth.

Hijikata: What do you want to do? Could it be you want to...!

Kazama: It'll only takes a moment to shut it up!

Hijikata: Hey! Stop.... Nn? What's that?

Kazama: ah, since it seems like you want to eat this dango [i’m assuming ‘dango’ is said here since the tl is ‘dumpling.’ usually whenever i see ‘dumpling the audio puts it as dango], I'll give it to you to eat. Dislikeable/ Disagreeable/ Annoying dog [kinda like 'what a disagreeable fellow' i guess? can't really say for certain since no audio].

Hijikata: I thought you were going to kill it!

Kazama: To always cut down those who hinder you........ is it because you normally do such a thing, that you can only think in this way?

Hijikata: There's no such thing! To use food instead of words/To actually say such a thing using food, you're so/truly despicable/mean!

Kazama: That is completely baseless, I only made the use of everything to stop this. Anyway, this guy is only a domestic animal, it's impossible to for it to not have an appetite. What's the matter? Now that it's satisfied, it's quiet so come——

puppy: wan! wanwan......!

Hijikata: What's wrong? It didn't quiet down/calm down at all.

Yamazaki: That seemed to have the opposite effect. It seems to be asking for more/for you to feed it again

Kazama: che, don't you know how to be grateful? what are you dissatisfied with?

HIjikata: Seeing you speak like that, it seems that you also aren't able to accomplish/do it?

Kazama: Let me first say, that it is barking for different reasons. It's barking at you guys because it think your faces are terrible while its barking at me is to ask me to give it more [feed it again... i think makes more sense].

Hijikata: Whatever you say, regardless/in the end, this problem still hasn't been resolved.

Yamazaki: It's as he says/He's right. What are you going to do this time/So what are you going to do with it......

Kazama: Leave it to me, I'll show you what I can do.

Yamazaki: Kazama! You're still trying to kill this dog---

Kazama: Insignificant and lowly dog that is barking! Shut up!!

puppy: wuwu......

Kazama: hmph, see? My majesty/prestige/dignity/authority [??? i guess something like 'behold my authority'?]

Yamazaki: You're just threatening it to keep/stay quiet....? Eh? (It's) Not barking?

Kazama: Okay, now that the annoying guy has shut up, we can continue.

Hijikata: So the outcome/result was like this..........Good grief. Are you ready?

Kazama: I'm up [assuming im ready/prepared].

puppy: wanwanwan! wanwan.......!

Kazama: You guys....! I ordered you to shut up, why are you yelling/barking again?!

Hijikata: What's wrong? You'll have to calm it down and show us.

Yamazaki: Kazama Chikage, what do you intend to do? You took charge of this dog/The dog is in your charge.

Kazama: Hah....! (sheathes sword) Hmph, dogs and dogs really fit together, I truly am stupid for playing around with you guys. I'm going.

Puppy: wan! wanwan!

Yamazaki: Exactly what does this puppy want?

Hijikata: Is it trying to get between/obstruct/hinder us.... Maybe it's trying to stop us from fighting.

Yamazaki: This... how is that possible/how can this be?

Hijikata: Okay, we've wasted enough time, it's time to go.

Yamzaki: Yes. However/But, how should the dog be handled?

Hijkata: It's impossible to bring it back to headquarters, though it might be heartless... but/however, I believe dogs have their own world. Even if we don't worry about it, it'll survive.

Yamazaki: I understand.

Kazama Chikage, Tsuda Kenjirō Hijikata Toshizou, Miki Shinichiro Yamazaki Susumu, Suzuki Takayuki

--End--

....i wanna complain that ive had no motivation to do anything music related since the pandemic started... tho i’m guessing part of it’s owed to listening to increase of songs from TSFH and metal gear, the majority of which don’t really work on piano... maybe that’ll change if i start a certain switch game lol....

next month, i have various translated things from various mediums scheduled.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama translation #hakuoki drama cd #Yamazaki Susumu #Hijikata Toshizou #Kazama Chikage

33 notes · View notes

luv4fandoms · 4 years

Text

Earth Angel (GabrielXOFC) Part 2.1

Part 2 is finally here!! I had to split it into 2 parts because of Tumblr's limit but the link to the 2nd part can be found below.

I'm so glad everyone is enjoying this story! I loved all of the comments and asks I got on the last chapter ❤. Sorry this one took so long to get out, my mom and I are trying to kinda start a small business so that has been my focus lol. But as I say in all the chapters...

This doesn't fully follow the Supernatural timeline, somethings have been changed (like Gabriel's death in the au world cause it was stupid and I refuse to accept it lol) so just a heads up. This is also inspired by @askpsychocas 's Angel Courting Ritual post (which I use in my story. Askpsychocas if you want me to take those parts out let me know and I will). This story also has a Scott Pilgram vibe lol.

If you would like to be added to the story taglist let me know

Part 1...Part 2.2...Masterlist

Pairings: Gabriel x Original Female Character, (hint at Destiel)

Warnings: Killing, Adultery, Gabe being a charming/fluffy lil sh*t

Word count: (total) 8,724 (this part) 4,199

https://ko-fi.com/luv4fandoms

(From @askpsychocas 's Angel Courting Ritual)

Step Two: Make your intention known.

Sometimes your intended will not recognize your intent straight off. There are a number of ways angels would seek to subtly inform their intended.

Making eye contact is essential.

Make sure your intended recognizes your impressive plumage and strength.

Personal space must be intruded on as often as possible.

If all else fails an angel might simply tell their intended.

Traditional courting outlines this, and if the intention is accepted you may proceed to the next step. An angel may also receive a courting trinket as a sign of intent and goodwill if they accept the courting. Angels can only court one other at a time. Neither the wooer or the wooed are allowed to accept advances, or give advances to another.

Modern courting is more direct, in which an angel would simply ask to go out on a date, perhaps with a smile. Smiling and good humor are not necessary for any courting, but most are apt to use it when trying to woo a human, as they get confused without such things. Exclusivity is not necessary.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore

Love you forever, and ever more.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I hadn't planned on living with the boys, stay a few days sure, then back on the road...But here I am, a week in, still at the bunker and helping them look for a new case. It was actually really easy living with them, growing up with older brothers probably helped, that and the fact Sam and Dean were just easy to get along with. I had met their friend, and Gabriel's brother,Castiel a few days into my stay, a very quiet guy who would randomly appear out of nowhere, which I noticed Gabriel did often as well. The thing was-Castiel didn't have wings,or at least if he did, he didn't show them off like Gabriel. I also noticed that most of the time when Cas would show up, Gabriel would be gone, and if he did show up Cas would excuse himself quickly. Speaking of Gabriel, he had been acting...odd? Or maybe it was normal for him? I noticed that Cas often stood extremely close to Dean a lot, so maybe invasion of personal space was just a family thing? Either way I noticed Gabriel seemed to always find a way to be very close. Reading some lure in the library? Gabriel plops himself in the seat next to me. Looking up some cases on my laptop while on the couch? Gabriel appears out of nowhere right next to me, causing me to almost throw my computer.

One time I was even baking a pie as sort of a thank you to the boys and when I turned around Gabriel was right there, causing me to jump and almost fall backwards, and of course him making a joke about me "falling for him" when he caught me. Another thing was the fact that Gabriel was always the first one to help if I needed to get something out of storage for the boys that I didn't realize would be as heavy as it was, or anything needing a lot of strength really. I would have joked about not being a damsel in distress, but it seemed he already knew that as he would only help when he knew I would really need it. He also seemed to be almost flaunting his wings more, or at least happily stretching them often, I had noticed that they seemed much fuller than they did back on the hunt, they were still the same beautiful golden color, but they seemed...Healthier? They were impressive really, but I tried not to get caught looking at them, I still didn't know what the custom was since no one talked about them. Another thing Gabe did was a lot was eye contact, which for someone like me who usually never held eye contact for long, it was different-or maybe it was cause Gabriel had such pretty eyes that one just had to look away from them or you would be lost forever. Either way when I spoke I always seemed to have his full attention,which, after growing up around guys that would just brush you off cause you were both a girl and the youngest, was nice. It took a couple more days before we got a new case, a bunch of women being killed by their boyfriends, fiance, husbands, all of who claimed they didn't remember doing the killings. The case came in from the boy's friend Jody in Sioux Falls,so right away we were loading up our cars and heading out. Jody had emailed the police reports to Sam who in turn emailed them to me, which Gabriel read while I followed the boys.

"So, first up we have the lovely Mr and Mrs Tucker. Married for thirty years, two kids, and a dog...Is that just the thing to do? Kids leave the nest, the house is empty,it's finally you and your wife again after eighteen plus years and you think, what do we do now? I know! Let's get a dog!" Gabriel laughed.

"One, dogs are awesome" I started with a smile

"Oh don't get me wrong, I love them, used to have a little Jack Russel myself, but it just seems to be what people do" Gabe added

"That is true...I wonder why that is...Dangit Gabe now you have me wondering why old people insist on pushing their love onto animals instead of focusing on this case" I laughed, which caused him to chuckle as well before he turned back to the computer.

"Always ready to be a distraction sugarplum"

"So what did the lovely Mr Tucker have to say for why he slaughtered his wife?" I asked.

"Well, it says here that he said, and I quote, I don't know what came over me, I loved my wife, she was my everything, sure we had our problems but doesn't every couple?"

"Not problems that are bad enough to kill over"

"Says he doesn't remember the act, just before and after the deed"

"And all of the men say this?" Gabriel quickly scanned the files before replying

"Yup, everyone is a blank"

"So we have how many couples?"

"Six, three happily married, one engaged, and two dating" I thought about it for a moment, couples that seemingly had no problems but the woman always ended up dead, at the males hand.

"I can see the gears turning in that pretty little head of yours" Gabriel spoke, breaking the silence of the car.

"Come on" he added, closing the laptop and giving me his full attention. I looked over for a moment and almost wished I hadn't, there he went with the eye contact again-had they always had an almost gold color to them? Like they could match his wings? As if sensing my fascination a grin spread on his face before he spoke again.

"Like a buddy cop movie, you can be the serious one who's all about the job"

"And which one are you?" I asked with a smile, finally able to break my gaze away.

"The loveable comic relief of course!" He smiled.

"Now come on Sugar, you're already thinking something"

"Well for one, these couples weren't as happy as they said they were"

"Duh"

"And it's the men who kill the women"

"Correct"

"As subconsciously I bet, a brutal way to get out of said problemed relationship.

"Ok, I think I am picking up what you're putting down"

"What is probably the number one thing that can put the final nail in the coffin on a man ending a relationship?"

"A beautiful woman"

"Exactly my lovely partner, throw in a little supernatural flair to that and we may have men forgetting just what they were doing"

"Don't let anybody ever tell you that you're just a pretty face" he smiled.

"Oh Sweetheart I am so much more than just a pretty face" I replied with a wink, watching as his wings ruffle a bit at the action.

"I also have enough issues to fill Texas" I laughed, watching as he laughed as well, one which I hadn't seen before, this one looked far more..Relaxed.

"Don't we all Sugar, don't we all"

A couple of gas stops later and we were parking outside of the Sioux Falls police station. I had changed into more of a "detective" style outfit consisting of a white button up top, black blazer, black pencil skirt and black heels at the last gas stop. Though keeping my focus on the road after that was hard since Gabriel had also changed, and boy did he pull off a suit. The black button down tucked into black slacks and partially hidden under a black blazer and tie, ZZTop's words never rang so true until that moment, every girl really was crazy about a sharp dressed man. I tried to keep my eyes on the road as much as possible, especially after getting caught twice by those golden honey eyes, but if the extra confidence in his walk on our way into the station said anything it was that he had noticed every glance.

"There you two a--" a woman's voice spoke behind us but stopped suddenly, I turned towards the sound, noticing a woman who appeared in her late thirties, or maybe early forties.

"Jody, this is Liz and Gabriel" Sam told her while making his way over to her, followed by Dean.

"Oh right, yeah sorry you mentioned them on the phone, it's been a crazy week" she sighed.

"You ok?" Dean asked, his hand resting on her shoulder, she smiled at him and patted his hand.

"Yeah, just...I knew these people, they were all happy...Normal"

"Nothing out of the ordinary?" Sam asked

"Unless you count Jamie not going to the bakery the night before she...she was forever bugging Cathy about how her wedding cake was coming along"

"That's why I called you guys, it doesn't look like it's up your alley, but something's not right here"

"And Claire?" Dean asked sternly

"I told her to stay out of this one but you know how she is"

"Alright well we're gonna need to talk to the husbands" Sam told her.

"Well we have three of them here, the other two were cases Donna sent over"

"So this thing started someplace else?" I asked, seemingly making the trio remember Gabe and I were still here.

"Over in Hibbing Minnesota" Jody replied before smiling.

"Sorry, I'm Sheriff Mills, Sam and Dean told me about you two" She added, shaking both of our hands.

"Pleasure to meet you Sheriff" Gabriel smiled, and I couldn't stop myself from looking over at him. He really could go from playful to professional if the situation called for it couldn't he?

"Right well, come on there are already two of the men in the interrogation rooms" she told us before leading the way. Dean and Sam took Martin Cowell, boyfriend to Stacy Young. While Gabriel and I took Jason Smith, fiance to Jamie Wilde. The man seemed regretful enough upon first glance, around mid thirties, black hair partially hiding brown eyes that were red from crying.

"Hello Mr.Smith I'm Agent Rose and this is my partner--" shit, I realized quickly, Gabriel and I hadn't talked about his fake FBI name.

"Agent Speight" he added, seeming realizing just as soon as I had.

"I think you may already know why we're here" I stated as we both sat on the other side of the table.

"Because of what I did to--I didn't mean to,"Jason stated, soon falling into tears.

"We just want to understand, we need you to tell us what happened," Gabriel explained,easily falling into his role. After a moment Jason started talking.

"We were out with our wedding planner, she was showing us a venue, this really fancy mansion, hell, it almost could have been a castle" he stopped to collect himself before continuing.

"Jamie always wanted to be a princess, so this place was perfect, even if it was expensive. We booked it and made our way home--We ate, went to bed...Jamie was still talking about the place" he laughed, seeming to remember how excited she had been.

"The next thing I know, I'm standing over her body..I don't…I don't know what happened" he trailed off into a whisper.

"Did you ever become irritated by Jamie wanting expensive things?" Gabriel asked calmly.

"I mean, she could get crazy but...I guess I kinda knew what I was getting into, Jamie came from a well off family...They always said she was too good for me...Guess they were right"

"Did you ever think about leaving Jamie?" I asked

"No never I-I mean…"

"Never looked at another woman? Never thought maybe life would be easier with someone else,maybe someone with a cheaper taste?"

The room went quiet for a moment before he sighed.

"There was once, Jamie had been getting crazy with all this wedding stuff..I just...I needed a break. So I said I was going to have a guy's night, and I went out of town, alone. I went to a bar, and met a girl there and...I'm not proud of what I did ok, but I would never have killed Jamie, if I didn't want to be with her I would have just left."

Before I could say anything a knock sounded at the door, Dean peeked his head in and motioned for us to come out.

"So do you think I'm guilty?" Jason asked when we stood up.

"Of killing your fiance, I can't share that. Of being stupidly unfaithful simply because times got hard, yeah, you're guilty of that" I stated before walking out, Gabriel following.

"You ok?" He asked as we made our way to Dean and Sam.

"Yeah just-long story" I sighed.

"So what were you able to find out?" Sam asked.

"Well he doesn't remember doing the deed as far as killing Jamie" Gabriel told him

"What do you mean as far as?"

"Well he did confess to getting it on with a random girl at the bar one night" Gabe added

"Really?" Jody asked, shocked.

"They seemed so happy"

"Martin confessed to cheating on Stacy as well" Dean added

"So we have two unfaithful men" Gabe stated

"I wonder if the others were able to keep it in their pants?" I wondered out loud.

"Right, why don't Dean and I go talk to Larry Tucker, Jody, if you could call Donna and ask them if there is any way to find out if their two cases were ever unfaithful or if anything odd happened before the killings?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I'll get right on it" Jody nodded before heading to her office to make the call.

"Jason had mentioned checking out a venue the day he killed Jamie, maybe we could check that out?" Gabriel asked with a shug.

"That's actually a good idea, maybe someone there saw something or someone suspicious" I nodded, before looking back at the boys who nodded as well. I stopped one of the officers who was walking past to get directions to a mansion in town that could pass as a castle like, lucky for us there was only one. Willington Manor, a spacious 20 bedroom 10 bath home that had a pool,hot tub, tennis court, large outdoor garden, and an extra 20 acres of green grass.

"Ever feel like you're in the wrong line of work?" I asked as we parked in front.

"If only you could have it all right?" Gabe asked as we stepped out.

"If only"

"Would you really want something like this?" He asked while we walked up the stairs.

"Eh, maybe not this, too many rooms to clean. But this much land would be nice,"

"You seem like a farm girl" he smiled before knocking on the door.

"Grew up with chickens and stuff but sadly never on an actual farm" I laughed before we heard the door opening, an elderly woman standing there.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked

"Hello ma'am, I'm Agent Rose, this is Agent Speight, FBI, we were wondering if we could ask you some questions about a couple that came here a few days ago, they were looking at your home for a wedding venue"

"Oh yes I remember them, such a lovely couple, terrible thing that happened, they seemed so happy" she told us as she stepped aside for us to enter.

"Yes is it, so nothing seemed...Off about Jason while he was here? Nothing that would have raised any flags?" Gabriel asked while glancing around before his attention rested back on the woman, who seemed to blush under his gaze.

'Welcome to the crowd' I thought.

"No he seemed perfectly lovely, seemed very compliant with everything his soon-to-be wife wanted, and between you and me, boy did she want a lot" she told us.

"Do you employ anyone ma'am?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I have a chief,a butler, two maids, and two grounds keepers," she replied, her eyes never leaving Gabriel, even as he looked over at me.

"And who all was here when Jason and Jamie was?" Gabriel asked her.

"Everyone was" she told him.

"Is everyone here now?" I asked

"Yes of cour-actually no, one of the maids that worked then I had to let go"

"Let go? How come?" Gabriel asked.

"Well I caught the little hussie trying to steal some of my jewelry, they were my great grandmother's, priceless heirlooms" she explained.

"You wouldn't happen to have employment papers would you? Or a name and description?" I asked

"I don't have papers, but I can tell you her name was Delilah"

'Probably a fake name' I thought

"and she was about five foot seven, long red hair that she kept up in a bun, pale skin. She was quiet,kept to herself but I noticed her often trying to make advances towards both of the grounds keepers...didn't work for her of course"

"How come?" Gabriel asked

"Their both gay" she chuckled.

"That will do it" I smiled

"Well thank you for your time ma'am" Gabriel smiled.

"If you think of anything else please contact the sheriff, she knows how to reach us" he added, charmingly, making the old woman grin like a teen.

"Most certainly Agent" she replied watching as he headed towards the door. She stopped me when I went to move.

"Are you two...You know?" She asked, stunning me for a moment.

"Ah, no we are strictly-"

"Well then, don't be afraid to send him my way dear" she replied with a wink, I let out an awkward laugh and nodded before heading over to the door. Once outside I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head while we headed to the car.

"Care to share with the class sweetheart?" Gabe asked once we got in.

"You are never to be left alone around old ladies" I chuckled.

"Oh? Did I not play the part well?"

"She asked me if we were together, and when I said no she told me not to be afraid to send you her way"

"Sharing is caring" he laughed

"No thank you" I replied with a small laugh.

"No threesomes?" He chuckled.

"Na I'm good, I don't like other people touching what's mine" I replied, glancing at him when I heard him inhale sharply. His wings seemingly wanted to stretch out but he held them down.

"Never pegged you as the possessive type" even his laugh sounded forced right now.

"Not possessive, like I wouldn't tell a guy what he could or couldn't do, I just draw the line at sharing him with someone else" I explained as we pulled up at the motel Dean had texted that he got two rooms at.

"Can you honestly say you would be completely fine with sharing a girl with another guy?" I asked as I shut the car off.

"Well I mean-" he started, wiggling his eyebrows, which only caused me to roll my eyes.

"If you really loved her, like head over heels"

"If she wanted to-"

"Never mind what she wanted, would you be comfortable watching another man put his hands on the woman you love?"

"No" he answered quickly, the gold color coming back to his eyes for a moment, before it was gone.

"See, we all have that in us, that feeling of wanting someone that is yours, just yours-"

"A mate" he answered quietly, almost as if he didn't mean to say it

"Yeah, a mate...I bet all these women thought they had found theirs...They never would have thought they would get cheated on and later killed by the ones who supposedly loved them so much"

"If they loved them so much, would they have fully given in to whatever influenced them?"

"No, I guess they wouldn't have" I sighed.

"This is why it's always us women who end up with a broken heart" I added while getting out of the car, missing the odd look Gabriel gave me. I knocked on the boy's room door, announcing myself, and waited only a few seconds before Sam opened the door.

"So what were you two able to figure o-" I stopped when I noticed a young blonde girl sitting on the bed looking beyond done with the boys.

"Ah Liz, Gabriel, this is Claire" Sam explained.

"Ooooh this is Claire" Gabriel nodded, leaving me completely clueless aside from remembering that the boys mentioned her while talking to Jody.

"Claire was working the case even though Jody told her not to" Dean replied while giving Claire a stern look.

"Ok and what have you all figured out?" She asked, but all of us stayed quiet, unsure if we should share information with the young huntress.

"How about this, tell us what you know and we'll tell you what we know" I stated.

"Liz" Dean started.

"She's a rebellious teen who is gonna work this case whether anyone likes it or not, at least this way she won't be running in blind" I explained, Sam and Dean shared a look, both not wanting to get Claire involved but knew I was right.

"Well it seemed Larry wasn't too faithful either, said he needed something exciting in his life since his marriage had gotten stale" Sam started.

"Did you talk to Peter Jones? He was Becky Davis's boyfriend, dude was a total creep" Claire added.

"He didn't try to-"Dean started but Claire just rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, trust me"

"Ok so all of the men were unfaithful, that plays into my theory" I sighed, sitting next to Claire.

"Theory?"Sam asked.

"Sweetcheeks here pretty much hit the nail on the head before we even got to the police station. Theorizes these men weren't happy, subconsciously wanted a way out, and something influenced them to find a way out" Gabriel explained, biting into a chocolate bar he made appear, I had noticed he did that a lot. He handed both Claire and I one, at first she seemed hesitant but then took it with a nod.

"So you think some supernatural babe is convincing these guys to kill the women they're with?" Dean asked.

"Does it seem that far fetched?" I asked

"Not compared to some other things we've faced.

"And I think we may know what she looks like, if she's not some sort of shifter anyways." I stated before eating some of the chocolate.

"The Madame of the mansion our lovely engaged couple were looking into, had recently fired a maid that had been working the day Jason was visiting. Said she was about five foot seven, red hair, and pale-Oh and kept flirting with the male employees" Gabriel told them.

"Wait that sounds like the woman people said they saw Peter flirting with the night he killed Becky" Claire stated

"Yeah it matches with what Jody just sent me too" Sam added while looking at his laptop.

"The two from Donna, both had been unfaithful in the past, and both had witness accounts of them talking to an unknown red haired female the day and night before each of them murdered their wives."

"So a chick who can influence guys, siren?" Claire asked.

"That would fit," I nodded.

"Not with what Jody just sent, this was found in Larry's house, I bet there is one in each of the houses" Sam stated spinning his laptop around to show us all.

"Is that?" Claire stated.

"A hex bag" Gabriel finished.

"Man I hate witches" Dean sighed.

"Should we call Rowena? Ask her if it's someone she knows?" Sam asked but Dean just shook his head.

"At this point after what she's cause, I don't care if Rowena does know her, she has to be dealt with"

"So how do we lure her out?" I asked

"Well she goes after couples right? Where is there a lot of couples right now?"Dean asked

"The fair is in town right now"Claire started

"But more people show up at night"

"Looks like we're going to the fair"Dean nodded, looking over at Sam who looked terrified.

"Don't worry Sammy, I'm sure it's clown free" he chuckled, earning a bitch face from his brother. We each went our ways after that to prepare. Jody picked up Claire, stating she would meet us at the fair later. I went to the room the boys got me to take a quick shower and the boys seemed to have the same idea.

Once night fully fell we headed out to the fairgrounds, hoping we could find this witch fast and end the case before someone else got hurt. But once we got there Gabriel turned to me, a smirk on his lips before he proposed his question.

"Why don't we up the ante? Try to lure her out ourselves while we're here?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Let's make this a date"

I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! It only gets better from here. And as I said before you can find the link to the 2nd part of this chapter

Here

Also some little facts, I gave Liz the agent name "Rose" because if I would have been born a boy my mom wanted to name me Axl Rose because she was a GNR superfan lol.

Also here is Gabriel in his suit for your viewing pleasure ~_^

Taglist

@sydknee624 @studentdoctorstark @ilearnedthatfromethepizzaman @ambivertedcroissant @sunny-shine44

37 notes · View notes

peachyteabuck · 5 years

Text

eating a heart in a marketplace

summary: "[C]ommunion doesn’t need to be holy. Or even decent." - THOMAS C. FOSTER

After one of Tony’s men injures one of yours, he must present a peace offering in order to keep his black market distributor business afloat.

Good news: you accept the gift.

Bad news: the gift is Thor.

pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

words: 5,863

trigger warnings: dubcon ig, humiliation, heavy d/s dynamics, mentions of canon-level violence, use of gags, collars, basically kidnapping, dehumanization (sexual and nonsexual)

notes/other: this fic is entirely self-indulgent and i am anticipating sequels bc i .... love it. enjoy!

sk box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi

The obnoxiously long, dark oak table lays mostly bare, the only places set are the ones at each end of the exquisitely made piece of furniture.

The pink, sheer robe you’re wearing does nothing to hide the matching baby pink lace lingerie, just as the equally feminine heels donned with a strip of pink puff across the base of the toes would do nothing to protect your perfectly manicured feet from the harm of the eerie storm raging outside. Still, the garments and accessories are not meant to be something that cover you up, keep you warm, help you run from danger; they’re tools, tools you’ll hopefully use to get your way as the final meal of the evening approaches.

The entire event is set up just the way you want, with your makeup setting just as expected; the pig roasted to perfection, the pasta firm to the touch, the carrots and broccoli steamed until palatable, the champagne chilled. Most important, though, was the arrival of your guest. At exactly 6:05, your head butler comes in to notify you of the car pulling in front of your expansive home. With the wave of your hand she’s instructed to let the man come in, allow your rival to step into the palace you’d constructed for yourself when you’d risen to the top of your organization.

Well, maybe “rival” is the wrong word. “Rival” implies an active dislike or struggle, when in reality you two operate in separate spheres of influence.

“Companion,” though, seems too friendly.

As the distinct sounds of footsteps filter through the grand hall and into your study, the man you’ve decided to call “fellow leader” steps into sight. His fine pressed suit, dry as the Sahara desert, smiles as you come into his view.

“Ah, my favorite mob woman.” His eyes seems more sinister than you expected. You attribute it more to the dark tones of the evening rather than actual malice.

“Stark,” you say with a curt nod. You go up to exchange a kiss on each cheek, heart racing with the anticipation of what’s to come, excitement increasing with each step. “Come, we have a wonderful meal prepared for you.”

Anthony doesn’t protest, simply accepts a glass of Scotch a maid hands to him and follows you into the dining room. He chuckles a bit at the display you’ve put on, but doesn’t say anything outright. You two have enough respect for the other not deny their counterpart the joy of a dramatic display. He simply sits, the pig placed in the middle of the table large enough to be an obvious sign of wealth but not too big as to deny the two of you eye contact.

Small talk is exchanged as the meal is served, biscuits placed, and pork cut into thick slabs. Vegetables placed delicately on plates and napkins placed on laps. You ask how Pepper is doing, he asks if the dress you had handmade from some extravagant designer turned out how you wanted. Half your plates are clear before either of you truly start to converse.

You’re the first to break the silence as Anthony begins on his mashed potatoes. “I appreciate your understanding of the deal. I’m not a fan of bloodshed, and the demonstration at the club that night are something I wish to forgive and forget as soon as possible.”

Anthony nods, speaking around a bite of the creamy starch. “I agree. Odinson’s actions were inappropriate, wildly and unpredictably so. In truth, I’ve thought he was a liability since he joined, but I never thought he’d lash out like that.”

As you slice through a particularly thick cut of meat, your fork slips and scraps against the china. Both of your winkles your noses at the grating sound.

“Yes,” You pause to chew. “cutting off Barnes’ arm during a bar fight does seem a little…” The bite of biscuit you had gotten was just perfect, the equal amount of butter and brown sugary, apple flavor from the pork together. God, you really do love a good meal. “Rash.”

Your guest hums in agreement. He then clears his throat, preparing to talk. “To symbolize my apologies, I have brought you the gift we spoke of earlier,” he pauses, raising his left hand just above his elbow and bending his first two fingers forward. You sit up, intrigued.

As the large French doors behind him open, from the dark depths of your hallway comes the man who scarred your oldest friend for life, cost you hundreds of thousands of dollars in medical bills, and has put your best hitman out of commission. He’s tall, fills the doorway like a key in a lock. His scruff thick and dark, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

Something deep in you stirs, and squeezing your thighs together does nothing to stop it.

Thor Odinson is clad in a suit, as most of Stark’s enforcers are. Though, the handcuffs keeping his hands behind his back are new.

“Interesting addition,” you note, staring at his straining arms in the expensive fabric.

Anthony doesn’t give any indication that he hears, let alone cares, about your sarcastic comment. “I’m assuming this” he gestures to the man. “Will put me back in good spirits with you and the rest of your crew?”

Odinson walks to your side, head hung in shame and hair tied in a tight bun as his former employer speaks. He knows what he’s in for now, has been told in so many words he is now something less of a person – and it’s obvious this has put him to shame.

You consider it – think about letting all that happened go with a simple olive branch. Before you can do that, though, you must make sure that the merchandise lives up to the promises on the box.

“Down,” you command. Immediately, he drops to his knees. You smirk, dragging your baby pink nails down his stubbled jaw.

“Oh, yes. This will do just fine, Stark. Just…fine.” The last two words are long, almost forgetting to finish them as your mind travels to all the things you could do with him.

Anthony smirks. “Perfect. I’m assuming business with resume as usual?”

Your fingers stroke at the sides of Thor’s face and trace around the shell of his ear. “Of course. I’ll call the appropriate people later. Everything should be up and running by midnight.”

Suddenly Anthony tenses, his fingers moving to fidget with his tie. “If I may-”

“You may,” you tell him, not meeting his eyes.

Anthony audibly gulps, fidgeting in his seat and with his tie. “That’s quite late, that’s hundreds of millions of dollars that we’ll miss out on if we-”

You hold up your hand flat while your gaze remains locked on your new toy. “That’s the earliest I can assure you. Whether or not it happens before that is,” you stop to try and feed Thor a small bite of carrot from your hand. He hesitates but accepts after a few moments, plucking the orange vegetable with beautiful teeth and a gentle bite. He doesn’t make eye contact like you originally wanted, but this is a good start. “Not guaranteed.”

Anthony knows that you’re stubborn, much too stubborn to be moved away from your current stance. He’s done all that he can do to sway you, and now whatever income he hopes to make between now and the end of the day depends on Thor.

In short, Anthony Stark Junior (and his bank account) are royally, utterly fucked.

As he leaves your home he can hear you call to your head servant to tell Customs and Border Patrol to let his packages in (an assured start to him not losing a fortune), but he still wrings his hands as he slides into the backseat of his solid black Escalade. As the partition opens to reveal the man at the wheel, the thought of angry text messages from smugglers trying to get their goods into the States flash in front of Stark’s bloodshot eyes.

His driver, Happy, notices the fellow man’s anxiety as he looks at his boss through the rearview mirror.

“You think Odinson is gonna be okay, boss?” He asks, sort-of worried but mostly focused on filling the deafening silence in the expensive car. Money can buy a lot of things, but it can’t fill the awkward spaces in conversation that always come post-transaction.

Tony just laughs, typing something into his watch. “Of course not. That woman is going to chew him up and spit him out by the end of the fiscal year.”

Happy chews at his bottom lip. That’s two weeks from now. “You really think it’s gonna be that quick?”

“Probably,” Tony shrugs. “She’s never been known for mercy.”

The other man nods, quiet as he makes his way to the Stark residence. The quiet, cold night air strikes the mobster as he steps out of the car; the sharp grass smells fills his sense and bloodstream, calming him as he steps into his home. Pepper’s at the counter, stirring something in a pot. She doesn’t turn around when she hears his footsteps, but knows he’s somber nonetheless.

“Hard day at the office?” She asks, giving him a small taste of the homemade alfredo sauce.

Tony snorts, moving to lick at the wooden spoon. “Oh yeah,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around her waist. She’s in one of his t-shirts and sleep shorts, the soft material comforting him. “You could say that.”

You only make good decisions when you’re in a good mood, and right now said mood depends on Thor Odinson - a man so insecure he once got himself tortured just because his captors told him he couldn’t take it. The man is a stubborn, uncontrollable mess with an anger issue to rival that of Lyssa, or a lighting on a field of dried grass.

He was feared within the Nest and by the lower Excidium members, but he didn’t make palms sweat and hands shake and hearts beat faster quite like you do.

No one fucks with you because you’ve very appropriately placed yourself on a pedestal based on madness, control, and desire for power. Thor’s just feared because he’s a dumbass with a short fuse. It’s the difference between a forest fire and a crazy, drunken uncle holding a lighter; one you can try and prevent, coax it into submission and run away if necessary. The other? More unstable than Francium.

(At least you know that thing’s only going to last twenty-two minutes, though. At least it’s predictable in its instability.)

Back inside, you’re more than ecstatic to have a new plaything. You were fully prepared to let the kid’s behavior slide, especially since the Nest brings in a hefty amount of revenue. But if Tony wants to give up a weak link, you’ll gratefully treasure the broken piece of steel you picked up from the gravel.

Thor stays like that, on his knees and eating out of your hand, for so long his legs fall asleep. You spend the rest of the night chatting at nobody, talk to him like he’s an old, deaf cat who just remains in your favor because he’s soft to pet and is cute. You sign some deals, check the language of some proposed treaties, write your to-do list for the next day all at the dinner table. Thor only dares to look at you when you’re too busy conversing with maids or chastising someone who works under you or any time your head is turned enough that he can make out the scar that runs from behind your left ear to the back of your neck.

Your form, the way you speak, he’s obsessed with his chance finally take it all in.

He hasn’t seen you in person before, just heard rumors and conspiracy theories and whatever else people spend their time making up about you. Thor always passed it off as fiction, simply inflating the higher-ups to pass the time. Everything about you, though, seems exceptionally true. Maybe even underestimations. It’s true you walk around your house in matching lingerie sets, possibly a robe if it’s breezy. The East Coast heat can be unexpectedly warm, but as the sun sets on the July day he can see goosebumps rise across your soft skin and the shivers that sometimes shake your spine. Your house fits all the descriptions he’s heard, too. The decor seems almost welcoming, faded oranges and pastel pinks and dull whites and baby blues and mustard yellows. Plush, velvet furniture the same deep magenta, mirrors trimmed in what Thor can assume is real gold.

It’s like a scene from Mean Chicks or whatever those 2000s teen movies are. If one of those movies took place in the home of an incredibly powerful mobster, it’d look like this.

“What do you think, pet?”

Oh shit. Thor was supposed to be listening, wasn’t he? When he looks up, Bucky Barnes (the man who called him a pussy and “Stark’s whore,” prompting him to grab one of the decorative - but still fully functional - swords from the wall of the bar they were in and just...slice away at his tormentor), Steve Rogers (who looks like the human version of a sugar cookie while specializing in torture) , and Sam Wilson (a sarcastic little shit who knows exactly how to get anything past the feds) are all staring down at him. Barnes’ left arm (stub? It’s mostly just stub now) is still bandaged, but he’s at least walking now. Thor was told he might die from blood loss, but no. Thor Odinson would never be that lucky.

“They never listen, do they?” You sigh, rolling your eyes as you shift to face them. None of the men sit, knowing they won’t be there long. Plus, they get a much better angle of Thor’s tortuous position while standing.

“You don’t think that deserves punishment?” Steve asks, a smile curling at the sides of his mouth that speaks volumes.

You shrug, not looking at him. “Later. Now I want you to donate fifty thousand to the Vermont special elections. I need that entry point into Canada or else there’s no way we can get out shipments into that garbage country in a timely manner. Also,” you turn to Sam, whose eyes are caught staring between Thor’s left upper ribs. “Call CBP. Stark held up his end of the deal, I have to hold up mine.”

All three of them huff, both at the large sum of cash you’re about to give to a twenty-something know-nothing frat guy who knows nothing about politics but everything about being open to bribes and about them not being able to watch the man they hate become the most embarrassed version of himself in front of the man he tried to kill and his two best friends.

Whatever. The trio’s time for revenge will come, you promised them that - promised Bucky when he was in the ICU that you would find the man that did this and would make them pay.

Bucky has never known you to break a promise.

When the three leave you and Thor, you raise your left arm high flick your wrist towards the large doors. Understanding the cue, your maids wordlessly close them to seclude you from whatever responsibilities you were intending on dealing with tonight. Whatever it is, was, can wait until tomorrow, can wait until you’ve begun Thor’s assimilation into your home.

There’s a moment of quiet, of stillness in the house before Thor hears the sounds of several pairs of footsteps – maybe four, he counts – that enter the large dining room with haste. He’s quickly escorted down a long hallway and up a winding set of stairs. Thor can’t see much as he’s rushed away, and the little he can make out is a baby blue wallpaper with gold patterns etched into it, and fine paintings that appear sporadically on the walls. Some are black and white with abstract patterns, others depictions of angels, a few featuring intricate designs that resemble the sky and sea.

It feels like a forever before Thor is slammed down onto the floor of your bedroom, his knees hitting the wood with a painful smack. Despite the earsplitting sound, he doesn’t wince, doesn’t even flinch as his hair is pulled back by one of the maids so he’s forced to look at you. As you gaze upon him he bares his teeth; you can see fire behind his eyes. What a cutie, you muse to yourself.

“Wrists,” you instruct. Another maid moves behind him with dusty pink rope, securing his wrists together behind his back. “Legs,” you tell them next. Thor is easily flipped onto his back, arched at an uncomfortable angle because of his arms. Just as quickly as before, his legs are tied so that his calves and the backs of his thighs meet. When he’s flipped back up, all he can see is you smiling devilishly. “I’ll do the rest myself ladies. Go ahead and take the night off, I want him all to myself.”

“Yes ma’am” they respond in unison, Thor unable to see their hurried steps but understanding that when he hears the door closing behind them, he’s completely and utterly alone.

For a moment you two just stare at each in silence, his nostrils flaring and chest rising from anger and adrenaline. He heaves as you calmly gaze upon him, pissing off your captive even more. All Thor can do is react while you stand there, stationary and speechless.

Within a few moments, he’s lashing out to break the painful quiet. “This fucking sucks,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “That Barnes fucking deserved that shit, you know? He’s a whiny bitch that gets into shit he doesn’t belong in. I bet he’s fucking compensating for something, ya know? He’s not even a big enough man to come at me himself, needs his master to do his bidding ‘n shit. Why the fuck am I ever here anyway, do you go through boytoys so fucking often you just steal them so that you don’t have to pa-“

You roll your eyes, shoving three fingers into his mouth. Thor looks more confused than anything else, but he does immediately stop talking. Good, exactly what you wanted.

You two stay like that, your jaw tightened with one eyebrow raised – daring him to defy you - and him looking up at you like a puppy who’s just pissed on the carpet in defiance. “Listen, you little brat. I used to babysit for twenty dollars an hour. I put myself through grad school twice on money from too-rich white-ass parents who couldn’t control their kids so they pawned them off to underpaid college kids. I got here because I worked for it, dealing with men much more powerful than you acting like children. If you think for a fucking second that I will tolerate this behavior in my house, under my roof, then you are wrong. Very wrong. Do you understand me?”

Thor’s eyes narrow, and though he doesn’t bite, he does press his teeth into the skin of your first knuckle. It’s enough to keep your attention entirely on him, eyes locked on his as you throw your phone onto the bed next to you. You know this game, and you know breaking first would mean he has some sort of holding over you. Unblinking, you stay silent as he swallows around your fingers.

The tension in the air is thick; it’s nothing you can’t handle, nothing you aren’t used to. Thor is the first one to surrender, looking down at your baby pink stilettos. “Good boy,” you huff, moving to open a drawer that conveniently sits just within arm’s reach. You withdraw you hand from his mouth but don’t move to wipe his spit from your fingers. Thor can’t see anything you’re doing, but does hear a smaller (and less used, judging by the squeaking noise it makes as you open it) drawer open, the sound of a little bell, and then the loud scraping of both drawers closing on top of each other and hitting the back of the structure that holds it.

“Head up,” you command. “Look at me.” Thor’s hesitant but ultimately obeys. His eyes widen as he sees the items in your hand. The first is a simple, black ball gag and the other a frilly, pink collar with a small bow and equally tiny bell at the front center. In the back, an adjustable metal clip.

The gag is slipped on first, the uncomfortably large sphere blocking any searing remarks from leaving his lips. As spit pools below his tongue and from the corners of his mouth, all he can do is growl low in his throat.

Despite your long, pointed nails you open the clasp of the collar with ease, flashing it close to your captive’s face like an owner showing a dog his new restraint. Thor may be your pet, and you may be his rightful owner, but the move isn’t one that builds trust. It’s one that makes his insides curl, because it’s a demonstration of how much power you have over him. Look at this thing, the gesture conveys. Do you understand now? You’re mine. Everyone will know that. Everyone will know what you did. This is your retribution.

“Are you gonna shut up now?” Thor doesn’t move, but he also doesn’t make any disgruntled noises. “Good. Now, let me make myself clear, since it appears you do not know the terms of Stark’s and my agreement; Stark settled to give me the man who permanently injured one of my best men in exchange for my forgiveness of the entire event. That means two things. First, Stark gets the money he needs from my business in order to remain powerful. Second, I get to do whatever I want to you. Understand?”

Thor’s eyebrows furrow. What do you want to do to him?

“For now, though, I am going to untie you and go to bed, because I am tired, and it has been an exhausting day. Got it?”

Thor nods.

“Good.”

He flinches as you kneel down to his level and begin to untie him from the complicated binds. Your fingers move with purpose, your nails occasionally scraping across his electrified skin. With his body uninhibited, he flexes his fingers as to examine the indents in his flesh.

“Don’t worry,” you tell him. “Those will go away by morning.”

Somehow, he doesn’t believe you.

He spends the night on the cold wooden floor, occasionally making a desperate attempt to fit himself on the tiny plush pink carpet that the dresser rests on. Thor doesn’t get much shut-eye, time either spent shivering or trying to plan for survival. He can’t escape, it’s been made very clear that both Excidium and the Nest will both be hunting him down if he so much as pisses where he’s not supposed to. It seems keeping his mouth shut, following orders, and taking whatever it is you want to put him through with whatever tiny amount of dignity he has left.

(As the night progresses, he realizes the last part will be the hardest).

When the world comes alive again, Thor remains mostly ignored. As the sun comes up and you awaken with your alarm, he barely gets so much as a brush of fabric as you pull off your white nightgown and slip into a pale-yellow sundress with a long, white cardigan. It’s much different than what you were wearing last night, but as you readjust the strap of your lacey white bra from its improper place on your shoulder, he guesses that was more show(wo)manship and a reiteration of hierarchies than an honest exchange between business partners.

As the first full day under your whim progresses, he’s left behind as you move to your office. You feel some time apart may be good for his insolence, even if his fierceness amuses you so.

You like a challenge, especially one you know you can win; a little tussle didn’t hurt anybody, has it?

You instruct one of the new recruits to buy you a dog bed – the largest one they can find – and you have it placed on the floor next to your bed so you can keep an easy eye on him throughout the day. Thor’s kept on a leash attached to the collar on his neck; the piece of leather is flimsy at best, but the man still refuses to break out of it for fear of punishment.

There, on a large, baby pink pet meant for some Doberman or Pitbull or other bigass dog, he waits, ears perking up whenever someone, anyone steps into the room. But, while he craves human contact, the hushed voices of the maids that clean up the dirty clothes and make your bed make the hairs on the back of Thor’s neck stand in fear.

Natasha, lover, retribution.

Bucky, money, revenge.

Loki, trip, return.

He can’t tell which name fills him more with dread. Barnes is barely healed and full of rage at his injury, desperate for vengeance against the man that hurt him so. Natasha Romanoff is a woman that Thor has never truly met, only seen when Stark and you have business that requires some back up. Even so, the stories of her apathy and brutality need no introduction; once, she cut a dude’s dick off, made a wallet from the foreskin, and sent it to him while he was recovering in the hospital. She carries a switchblade in the inside of her bra. She only has red hair because the blood crusted onto it permanently stains the follicles.

And Loki…

Well, Loki and him have been estranged since they were both late teens. They’ve both had daddy issues since birth, and Loki’s so happened to manifest in a weird mix of picking up mercenary work, becoming a serial sugar baby, and wearing a lot of black. The last thing Thor would expect is for Loki to settle down for someone like you, a woman who requires loyalty of heart, mind, soul.

His thumping heart and terrifying internal monologue are interrupted by a maid, one he hadn’t yet seen, whose face scrunches up when she notices your absence from the room. She then sighs, and beckons two other maids – one pushing a cart filled with a small buffet of food, one carrying a cart with cutlery and dinnerware – through the threshold. The three of them stop at a bone-white desk, fretting about as they set up what Thor can only assume is a late lunch.

As you step into the bedroom – pushed through the doorway by the maid from before – Thor can tell you are less than happy.

You’re annoyed, to say the least. Can’t even tell why, really, can’t find an even barely comprehendible reason for you to be tearing through financial documents as if they were important family heirlooms that were on fire. No reason for you to snap at a recent recruit for misspelling the code name of a spy you had placed in the Nevada Supreme Court three courts back. Some madness bites at your skin as you nibble on small sandwiches and drink a large glass of cold sun tea, and Thor can tell it’s tearing you apart.

Thor can’t see much from the floor, but he can feel the electricity in the air as you scribble in a notebook that he guesses is where you plan all of your mob’s heinous activities. He wonders what your handwriting looks like, how you keep all the people you’re blackmailing straight, what kind of code you use. Stark keeps everything on paper as well, in a locked room inside of a secret room inside of his basement (well, maybe. Thor’s never been there, he’d never gotten high enough in the Nest to warrant being given access to such a space, but he’s heard the rumors).

It's about an hour later when the head butler from before, the one who led him, his (former) boss, and his (former) bosses men through your maze of a home, steps just into view of your tired eyes.

“Miss, you need a break,” she says simply.

You sigh, rubbing at the bridge of your nose and then your temples. Resting your head in one hand, you use the other to grant her permission to grab your paperwork. It’s only when she’s gather your things and left the room that you speak.

“She’s right,” you let out a small chuckle before sauntering over to the white dresser in the far corner of the room. “I do need a stress reliever.”

The man on your floor can’t see what you’re doing, his eyes only widening when you place the thickest, blackest dildo he’s ever seen into his view.

“Wh-“he starts to speak, trying but failing to push himself away from you. “What are you doing to do with that?”

You shrug, eyeing it up and down. “I don’t know. Could fuck myself with it…could fuck you with it…”

Thor’s stubbled face is beet red from embarrassment, even more so than when you made him kneel in the dining room or gagged him with your fingers.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little slut,” you hiss. When he doesn’t look up at you, you grab his chin and force his head back. He doesn’t want to admit it, but it wouldn’t be fun if he just gave in the second you put the tiniest bit of pressure on his overly-tough facade. “Tell me you love sucking my cock.”

But all Thor does is open his mouth wide as it can go and pushes his flattened tongue as far out of his mouth as it’ll go. He’s got this glimmer in his eyes and a smirk on his lips that tells you Thor knows what he’s doing, he knows he’s pushing every button he can think to push.

You’ve danced this routine before, though this time Thor’s much more confident, willing to push further, push harder.

“You want to be a brat?” You ask, begging him to give you a smartass response. “Then take it like one.”

With swift movements of your right leg he’s pushed flat on the ground, his back hitting the hardwood with a low thud. “Flip over,” you tell him. With an unfortunate lack of protest, he does, toned stomach settling onto the floor barely warmed by his back.

You climb over him, leg on each side and core pressed into him as you gather his hair in your first. “You’re such a fucking tease,” you hiss through grit teeth. Thor makes a similar – but more pained noise – as you wretch his head back. “Such a little tease, begging me to put him in his fucking place. If you wanted me to fuck you like you deserve, you should fucking ask for it next time.”

Smack, the deep sound of your callous hand hitting the soft flesh of his ass almost makes him flinch more than the pain. Smacksmack, two more, quicker this time.

“I’ve met little fucking brats before, but never like you,” you pull the rest of his clothes off with minimal protest. “Gotta get you cock drunk before you’ll figure out how arrangement of ours works, don’t I?”

Thor, with his eyes scrunched shut and mouth lax, says nothing in return.

Your hand reaches under him, hips lifting to provide a small space between him and the floor. He’s already hard, aching, leaking, and he moans brokenly when you wrap your hand around him.

It’s rough, hurts more than it pleasures, but it still feels so, so good all the same. Thor almost wants to say so, too, but can’t make himself push the words from his throat.

“So easy to get you all fucked out isn’t it?” You whisper low in his ear. “So easy to break brats like you, makes me wanna make you cum and then leave you here for the rest of the night…”

The subsequent whine from Thor makes you laugh and push him harder into the floor. “But I won’t do that, can’t leave little things like you all alone, would be like leaving a baby bunny to a bunch of wolves.”

Thor doesn’t disagree, doesn’t try to build his demolished ego back up.

“Doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart?” you purr, hand keeping a slow, torturous pace. “Doesn’t it feel good to be good?”

All Thor can do is squeak and push his face into the floor, trying to hide the deep redness in his cheeks.

For once, you don’t punish him. You want to, want to stop and make him beg for forgiveness for his nonanswer. Maybe tie him up and fuck him with your fingers until he’s ready for your biggest strap, pounding into him.

Oh, Babyboy, you’re being so good taking this whole cock inside of you, aren’t you? So good for your owner. I bet nobody’s ever fucked you this good.

Maybe you’ll tie him up, edge him until he’s sobbing. Wait until he’s just about to cum and pull a vibrator or your hand away – make him whine and tease him as his whole body twitches.

Are you not enjoying yourself, baby? Because it looks to me like you are. Look at those glassy eyes, do I need to slap you to make you pay attention?

Thor screams as he cums all over your floor, whole body tense then completely lax within the span of seconds. His breathing is loud enough to be heard across nations, each exhale laced with a small moan.

He cries, deep and low, when you climb off of him, tries to arch his spine into the nothingness that once held you.

“Shh,” you tell him. “Mommy’ll be back in a second.”

Thor seems to calm with that, heart still racing but head and body slumped.

When you come back, you hold a bit of salmon - small grains of buttery jasmine rice and cranberry sauce stuck to the pink meat. You’ve grasped it with three fingers – thumb, middle, point – and have it nearly pressed to Thor’s plush, pink lips. It’s still warm, dinner having been served by the maids despite your absence from the dining room.

“C’mon baby,” you tell him. “You gotta eat sometime.”

Thor glares at you but knows you’re right – his already flat stomach howling in pain from lack of sustenance. Reluctantly, meekly, he pulls your fingers between his lips and swallows the soft food.

“Good boy,” you tell him. “See? Following directions isn’t that bad.”

Thor, for the first time in days, says nothing to the contrary.

#thor odinson x reader #thor odinson smut #thor smut #lukis writes stuff #thor x reader #thor odinson imagine #avengers smut #avengers imagine #sub!thor #sub thor #thor x reader lemons

147 notes · View notes

midorimochi · 4 years

Text

Post-canon Fashion & Hair Styling: hair, clothes and the biggest head-scratcher 🗣️❓

One of the major head-scratchers this game got me was the detail related to the characters' clothing.

While all of us spent time wondering how the cast appeared as SHSL Despair in those that could only be edgy™ clothes, - because brr brr Despair - it's not weird for the cast to actually appear in the game in what seem to be "normal" clothes anyone could wear in any day, (except for Mioda who has quite the unique style) because I think the only kind of despair none of them would love to feel even in canon is the despair of being dirty and to smell. So yup, these people do bath and do change their clothes from time to time.

That being said, at first I assumed they wore "chill" clothes because those were clothes they could have used to wear quite often before getting the HPA uniform - thus the avatars could have been built with memories of especially beloved and older clothes - but the game does show Ko in his "in-game" clothes before the game itself really started, doesn't it?

Chapter 0

Chapter(s) 1 (-5)

So it's not weird to see most of them wear the same clothes after the game.

But how does this work on Hinata's case?

Why does he - as Kamukura - wear the Reserve Course uniform and why does he still have his hair so long when he's seen on chapter 0...

...while the flashback pre-HPA does rightly show Hinata with the uniform of his previous high school,

but at the end of the game it's like nothing ever happened and he still looks like above?

Where does the old uniform come from if he wore the RC one?? What about his hair?

I know this post may be unnecessary but I was thinking about this because I did see people speculating on this matter, plus, I saw art and headcanons where once Hinata woke up, he cut or had someone cut his hair for him as a symbolic gesture of him "cutting" off with his past as Kamukura, but what if he didn't need to cut his hair at all?

I mean, I know this is only a "general picture" but

none of the girls wore trousers in the game so this "random shape" could possibly belong only to one of the boys, plus it's the clearest shadow you can see here, not to mention that out of all the boys the one who resembles it the most is Hinata, even if you go by exclusion.

Keeping in mind the type and shape of clothes as well, it obviously can't be someone like the Impostor, Nidai or Hanamura who had different and peculiar body shapes, it can't be Kuzuryuu because his shadow would look shorter, it can't be Komaeda, Souda or Tanaka because their hairstyles are rather discernable (plus Souda wears a cap which this shadow doesn't seem to wear for what is possible to see) and we can't see the antenna because not the whole head is visible but out of all the male students, Hinata's hairstyle, body shape and clothing are the ones who could match with this picture the best.

The thing is, you can style your hair differently, you can dye it ("What about his color hair, tho?" I wondered, but I believe Kamukura's hair being black was established mostly for the sake of... antagonistic-ish aesthetic...), you can use colored lenses or you can grow in height, but your face is still your face. Not only this, but the name Kamukura Izuru has also been hidden according to canon (with the Despair Twins possibly being the only ones to be aware of it, HPA scientists aside) and the DR trio wasn't certain about his existence either, but why were they more surprised at Hinata being Kamukura that Hinata existing at all?

I guess that Kamukura never used his name outside of HPA. I doubt he ever introduced himself to anyone and he may have been only seen in his appearance and not known as a person.

During the investigation on chapter 6, on the subjects list hint the name used is Hinata Hajime, not Kamukura Izuru and while this was made on purpose because Monokuma lies sometimes/to not get Hinata immediately suspicious/to not spoil the plot twist on his identity, the DR trio seemed to have known Hinata as Hinata in the simulation.

That being said, I believe not only Kamukura didn't introduce himself as Kamukura Izuru, but he hadn't introduced himself at all.

If he's been seen wearing the RC uniform when the Naegi&Co found him, they may have simply thought he was a survivor of the RC students' mass suicide who had been either brainwashed or traumatized 'til the point of mutism, even, since he seemed to always stay silent (not to mention he really had nothing to say to the FF members, either), which could be why the DR trio thought to include him to the Hope Rehabilitation Program.

The RC uniform is rather generic, though, so perhaps they guessed it was an ex-HPA student because 1) he may have looked his age; 2) he may have been seen either following or observing the other SHSL Despair members or even standing close to the ex-HPA building.

They may have only known he was A) an ex-HPA student; B) a former HPA student from the RC; who C) was still very likely to be an SHSL Despair himself.

So how did they know Hinata as Hinata? Simply because he introduced himself as such in the simulation.

Why did Naegi and Kirigiri not believe he could be Kamukura? Because they probably observed him in the NWP, they related to him as one of those who did most of the work to investigate and solve the mysteries of the murder cases and - especially on Naegi's side - sympathized with him to a certain degree (I mean, Komaeda used his skills to mess with the results, Nanami was an A.I...) learning to consider him someone absolutely incapable of doing something such as killing. This may also explain why Naegi seemed to rely on him (okay Hinata is the protag and Naegi trusts everyone but still, Hinata-kun).

Plus, if the SHSL Despairs decided to enter on the NWP on their own, it's also possible they took some sort of "distance pact" to fully fulfill the role and play the part by agreeing to wear old clothes or that Kamukura anonymously ordered all the others to do so, somehow. If this was the case this would also imply he'd try to recreate his old appearance but how would he find information about his previous self?

If any info on him has been hidden/deleted to prevent anyone knowing anything about him, wouldn’t it make sense to also hide/delete the information about the Kamukura Izuru Project subject as well?

Not only that, but even if Kamukura has been described as a totally different person, he’s just an amnesiac Hinata with many talents but with no emotions, so he couldn’t know anything about Hinata by himself even if he tried because he couldn’t remember.

That is, unless he did some research/investigation by himself or has found a random lead because of his SHSL Luck and if this is the case, he may have paid a lil’ visit to HinaMom and HinaDad just to pick his old uniform, following the DR trio, traveling to Jabberwock Island by boat with Ko, taking some private time (?) to cut his hair and to change his clothes (?) and then, he may have lied down on the NWP pod.

If that was the case, there was no need for the NWP to overwrite anything in his body - appearance-wise - in the first place, plus, it could also be likely due to his analytic skills for which he could foresee he’d have needed to change his appearance to revert to his old one since the beginning. Perhaps this could also explain why did his own avatar wear Hinata’s previous high school uniform, too?

This problem could also be applied to Saionji’s avatar, hairstyle and clothing.

Why is it that the kimono she wears and her hairstyle in the game are different compared to her kimono and her hair in the newspaper article photo after her growth spurt?

Did she wear an older kimono for the sake of having the NWP building her avatar according to her younger self with the kimono she used to wear most of the time? Maybe her favorite older kimono? The one she deemed more appropriate? Did she style her hair in two pigtails for the same reason?

If that's the case, was it even possible for her to still have such an old kimono?

The point is, how did she wake up, exactly? Did she wake up with a kimono that was too little for her body shape?

If she didn't, did she have a spare kimono in case she'd wake up Enoshima-fied or did anyone have to sew a newer kimono on purpose to prevent her from getting exposed at her awakening? Did she change her hairstyle and her accessories later?

#sdr2 #hajime hinata #hiyoko saionji #I know it doesn't make sense to be picky with stuff like this #but Idk details like this being ignored irks me #because if things don't make sense logically people will notice #even if it's meaningless #also this is something that stems directly from stuff left unexplained from sdr2 #just a thought #mine

11 notes · View notes

falseq0d · 4 years

Text

appreciation + realization post ✨

i’ve been very busy with acads lately because may hinahabol akong mga deadline, i’m not even halfway through with our requirements but i have progress naman. anyway, that’s not the main point of this blog. the main point of this blog is my appreciation for celine. i feel like i haven’t expressed that much on how i’m grateful i am lately that she’s here with me, so here i am. (idk if this will be organized but i’ll try my hardest to do so)

dahil nga i’m busy with my acads, hindi kami nakakapagusap masyado. di ko rin siya masyado natatanong about her day kasi madalas, i’m ranting about school stuff. pero in order na maging updated ako sa nangyari sakanya sa day niya, she’s blogging about it. i swear, i’m super overwhelmed lately kasi nga sunod sunod ‘yung blogs niya. sobrang na-aappreciate ko lang kasi nagbablog siya. para kahit papaano, alam ko ‘yung day niya. kaya i thank celine for doing that. naiiyak na nga ako habang tinatype ko ‘to eh :c naiiyak ako kasi feeling ko may times na napaparamdam ko sa kanya na di enough yung mga ginagawa niya for me. pero in reality, it’s more than enough talaga. :c ayan, kakapunta ko lang sa blog niya and i’m shedding a lot of tears right now kasi grabe effort niya just to update me on what happened about her day :c naiiyak ako kasi feel ko nasasaktan ko na siya pero di ko lang alam. lately kasi may times na feel ko hindi ako masyadong updated sakanya kasi nga madalas sa chat kami nag-uusap ng mga updates about our life pero nakakalimutan ko yung fact na may tumblr, and dun siya naguupdate about sa nangyari sa araw niya. kung ano ba pinanood niya, if may nakakatawa ba na naganap between her and moy. kapag nga may napapanood siya na something sa youtube, nilalagay pa niya yung link dun sa blog eh. para mapanood ko rin ‘pag nagka free time na ako. tapos ang cute pa kasi nilalagyan pa niya ng date kada blog niya :( tapos ayun nga ngayon narealize ko na baka kaya minsan di na sya nakakapagkwento sa chat kasi baka nga she doesnt want to put pressure on me na replyan ko yung mga kwento niya, or baka she doesnt want to disturb me ganun kasi nga marami akong ginagawa. naiinis ako ngayon sa sarili ko kasi lately, parang nakakalimutan ko yung concept ng small things. eh it’s the small things that count naman talaga. sobrang naiiyak ako ngayon tangina kasi feel ko talaga nasasaktan ko na si celine minsan pero hindi ko lang alam. :< na napapafeel ko na sakanya na parang di enough mga pinapakita nya ganun. pero sana di na nya mafeel pa ulit :< kasi sobrang enough na enough na sakin mga ginagawa niya. naiiyak din ako kasi siya nga, never naman siya nagdemand or whatnot sa akin. eh ako nga, ang tagal tagal ko na di pa ulit nakakapagblog ulit pero she doesn’t say anything about it naman :(((( baby, i’m sorry if there are times na baka nafifeel mo na ikaw lagi may mali, or feel mo di enough mga pinapakita mo :( now that i realized about this, i’ll try to improve myself pa for you para di ka na nalulungkot pa :( i have a mistake din naman, di ko masyado nakikita small things lately. :((( i’m really sorry about it baby :((((

i’m also very very thankful for celine kasi she never gets tired on listening about my rants. when in fact, she carries her own problems din naman. she never said to me na marami akong dada abt smth, but instead, she just listens to me. i super super thank my baby for that because she’s the only person who made me feel like i am not a burden whenever im talking about something. mapa-rant man ‘yan, or random kwento, not once did she make me feel na my personality is too big to handle. she didn’t shut me up. i’m super super thankful for that, and that’s one of the reason why i love her the most.

i’m also grateful for celine because even though she has her episodes, she still tries her best to communicate with me kahit papaano. mahirap makipag-usap sa tao if you’re going through something, pero ako, kinakausap pa rin niya ako. she still asks about my day kahit ganun :((((( sobrang love na love ko talaga si yuji.

i’m also really grateful because she helps me with my requirements. i mean if there’s a way na she can help me, she’ll do it. did i mention na ba here sa blog na she helped me on my histology requirement? she wrote the questions and answer per chapter. eh that’s a lot. :(((( she even said na it’s okay kahit wag ko na bayaran :((((( sobrang di ko rin talaga makakalimutan yang help na ginawa sakin ni baby kasi ang laking help niya talga sakin. nabawasan yung mga ginagawa ko :(((( that’s the time din na parang she’s going thru smth, but still she finished all 3 chapters pa rin. eh diba kapag ganun parang ang hirap mag function, parang gusto mo na lang humiga :((( i love you so much celine. i love you. huhuhuhu

i’m also thankful kasi talagang araw araw na siya gumagamit ng laptop so that we’re able to talk. eh malay mo if there are days na you don’t wanna face the laptop anymore kasi it stings your eyes diba. pero siya, talagang ginagamit pa niya laptop niya para lang makapagusap kami :(((( dagdag ko lang din dito yung kapag there are days na we miss each other’s voices, she’ll try to borrow phone from her parents para lang makapagusap kami :(((( dagdag ko rin dito yung kapag umaga na tas kagigising niya lang, nagsesend yun vm. kasi nga ang tagal ko na rin hindi naririnig boses niya. ayun, magsesend yun vm kahit kagigising lang niya. eh ako, i know celine. pag kagigising lang nya, wala pa sya sa mood talaga makipagusap or what kasi nagmumuni muni pa yan. pero pagdating sakin, hhdjshdsd huhuhuhu baby bakit ka ganyan taena mahal na mahal kita :(((

super super thankful din kasi feel ko if wala siya, maybe i wouldn’t be able to fully survive all these requirements. she’s there to support me. she’s always there. she’s my #1 supporter :(((( sobrang enough na sakin ‘pag sinasabi niya yung “i’m here lang for you always” or “nandito lang ako ha” :(((( or di kaya ‘pag sinasabi niya na kaya kong gawin yung isang bagay. :((((

i super super super super love celine so much. sagad sa bones. now that i had some realizations about my actions lately, i’ll try to correct/improve it pa so that di ko na nasasaktan si celine.

baby, i just want you to know na don’t blame everything on yourself. kasi may fault din ako. i’m really sorry if ever na napaparamdam ko sa’yo na di ka enough or what :((( you’re super more than enough. enough pa sa enough. i love you.

4 notes · View notes

jennikkugoesoff · 5 years

Text

Jennikku goes off about a Sonic the Hedgehog Reboot.

If you follow me at all or have read many of my other rants, you’ll know I love Sonic the Hedgehog. A lot, with all my heart. I met my friends through Sonic and it’s a franchise that’s changed a lot in my life, for better, for worse and everything in-between. It’s the reason I started to draw, to write and to really give creativity a chance.

It’s a series that has been through many twists, turns, up and down and all arounds over the course of it’s long, 28 (as of the time of writing) year lifespan, and has stood the test of time, being heralded either as one of the best video game franchises of all time, or, well, one of the worst out there, becoming more and more dated by each passing day.

But, it didn’t start out that way. Everyone’s told the long, terrible story now about Sonic’s massive rise to the top of 1990s American Iconography and his massive plummet into the depths of Hell, dragging his now-bitter fans down with him following the turn of the century and segwaying into the modern age, so I won’t bog you with the details you already know, but here’s the main point.

Sonic the Hedgehog... kinda sucks.

And that’s because it’s a mess. An astronomically confused, tired, and beaten mess. In the 28 year lifespan of Sonic the Hedgehog, it’s canon has become massively tangled in knots. Inconsistent games, inconsistent comics, inconsistent cartoons, and so on and so forth. Anyone who’s a fan of Sonic comes from a place where they heard about Sonic, be it the games, the cartoons, the comics, and so on, and therefore, have a different mindset about what Sonic the Hedgehog should be, which is the cause for much of the heavy, almost unpleasable climate the fan community gives off.

Really? The only way I see the series being salvageable is to wipe the slate clean and begin... at least somewhat anew, and see how these scatted pieces of broken glass we call the ‘Sonic canon’ can fit together.

This has been tried once, with Sonic Boom, but it didn’t really end well, and I’d like to change that, so let’s have this hypothetical reboot take the same form as Sonic Boom, as a potential ‘new face’ for the entire series, rather than a spinoff continuity. (I feel like this was the original intention of Sonic Boom, but due to the backlash, was revoked.)

Are you comfortable? Let’s go. It’s gonna be a long-ass, tiring, winding post.

(Seriously I spent fucking 3 days just writing this post. For that reason, there may be a few gRaMatTcul eRors here and there, just bear with me, okay? I’m tired and I just wanna heave out this monster of an idea.)

Housecleaning and on wiping the slate clean

Ok, before we actually get into redoing the series, I wanna make this clear, when I say I want to ‘wipe the slate clean’, that’s sort of an exaggeration. I don’t think Sonic needs to be completely rewritten from scratch, and certain elements of the series DO work very well, so it’s more we’re gonna ‘wipe the slate clean, but immediately redraw things back on, except bigger and better than they were before.’

The reason why is, Sonic the Hedgehog has a kind of ‘hoarder complex’ when it comes to his franchise. As I established earlier, the main problem with rebooting Sonic the Hedgehog as compared to another franchise like, say, Ducktales, or Ghostbusters, is that Sonic the Hedgehog has a lot of lore. Too much lore. Think about the crazy amount of lore surrounding Solaris, Mephiles, Dark and Light Gaia, the Wisps, Chaos, and Tikal, Shadow and the Black Arms, Silver, the Sol Dimension and Blaze, Eggman Nega, the Nocturnus Clan, the list goes on and on and on. It’s head-spinning, it’s confusing, and most of all, obtrusive to what’s actually important in the Sonic Canon versus what seems important.

This isn’t helped by the fact that Sonic has never really had a consistent ground to stand on in terms of his world and where he lives because where he lives changes with every game or new thing Sonic is in. So, introducing these new, complicated gods and grand, sprawling history all of a sudden doesn’t give the world Sonic lives in any ground or any real meaning if it’s just going to be ignored later on when Sonic Forces completely rewrites the world map from Unleashed. (This is a problem I have with the Mario and Kirby series too.)

Even if you claim something like the Sonic Archie comics have consistency in their setting, think about how much the comic’s version of Mobius changed over the course of its lifespan after not only being completely rewritten (thanks Ken Penders. I’m sure your horrific 3d render children are proud.) and two crossovers, not to mention all the subtle shifts and changes the comic made from its debut comic to its cancellation.

So, if we’re going to do this, we need to get this straight right now.

A new Sonic reboot will NEED to cover EVERY base of the Sonic continuity. Games, Comics, Cartoons, Merchandising (with the exception of maybe some anniversary stuff), The Whole Echidna- er, Enchilada.

If the problem with Sonic as it is, is that the continuity is messy because it keeps adding new stuff? THEN STOP FUCKING ADDING NEW STUFF!!

NO ONE’S GONNA LIKE THE NEW STUFF ANYWAY!!

PEOPLE FUCKING HATE CHANGE!!

THIS FRANCHISE IS SO FUCKing MiSTReATED!- FUCK!!

Nah, but seriously. If this reboot is gonna work, then it needs to BE a proper reboot. Not a side-series like Sonic Boom, not an ‘alternate dimension’ to dip into for mainline games, not a one-off series of animated shorts, no quills, no pillows. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna go all in. At least in terms of continuity.

So, you know what we’re gonna name this reboot?

Sonic the Hedgehog

Just, Sonic the Hedgehog. Yep. All in, indeed.

Audience, Tone, and Genre

I feel maybe I should’ve split these into multiple sections, but, they really all go hand-in-hand.

If we’re gonna remake Sonic, we gotta first decide how Sonic should feel, and who he’s going to appeal to. So, let’s consider what we’re working with first, based on the history of who Sonic has appealed to.

The whole point of Sonic’s young, hip, snarky personality was to appeal to the American youth of the 1990s (kids, teenagers, and young adults), the young, hip, snarky and coolest people around. Sonic sought to identify with these kids by being a little bit ‘edgier’ and ‘cooler’ than most other cartoon characters of his era, but still with the capability to be as cute, wholesome and inherently charming as his competition. Like the perfect little blend of the sarcastic wit of Bugs Bunny and the lovable personability of Mickey Mouse and Felix the Cat.

Many Sonic clones of the 1990s like Bubsy, Aero the Acrobat, and Zero the [CENSORED] Squirrel tried to piggyback off of Sonic in this manner by trying to play up Sonic’s edgy, snarky appeal, but what they lack is that more wholesome, laid back, simple, round and friendly aspects of his design. It’s why Sonic can look like this:

but also like this

like this

but also like this.

It’s why Sonic works so well as a cartoon character in animated shorts and cartoons, as well as an action character in high octane blood pumping action anime, and one of the reasons why I think his design is so appealing. It’s this, this perfect balance between cool superhero and cuddly, wholesome cartoon character that makes Sonic such the iconic character he is.

So what’s the point of me telling you that?

Well, lots of people disagree on what Sonic the Hedgehog’s tone should be, and what audience Sonic should appeal to. Many argue Sonic is a series strictly meant for children, and therefore shouldn’t take any risks and be cutesy, wholesome and bouncy. Others argue Sonic should market itself to teenagers and young adults by pushing its envelope with it’s material and turning itself into a giant melodrama with three-dimensional characters, intertwining relationships and giant, epic Dragon Ball Z style showdowns with blood, guts and the crunching of noses and teeth.

You know what’s popular right now though and seems to have been for a while? A blend of those exact two things.

It sounds dumb but, think about it. Video games and cartoons have been taking this turn toward being a little bit of the best of both worlds. Steven Universe, Undertale/Deltarune, Star Vs. The Forces of Evil, even stuff like Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, that sort of thing.

So, I think a new Sonic reboot should be an Action/Adventure-Comedy. It’s a series about long, lengthy quests and the ongoing war between nature and machine, but it’s also about a quick-witted cartoon character having fun picking on an overconfident evil scientist and his lackeys.

And you know what? I think Sonic is and has shown that this is the environment he flourishes in. Think about why Sonic Mania Adventures and Team Sonic Racing: Overdrive work so well, or why OK KO: Let’s Meet Sonic! is so great! It places Sonic and co. in an environment in which they have the opportunity to be funny and cartoony, but also leaves itself open to lead into more strict action sequences or serious, emotional moments, should it feel the need to. It lets the characters be the characters, without being impeded by everything needed to be babyproofed, but also not interrupted by fanfic-tier melodramatics every 2 and a half minutes. And, considering how much any media featuring Sonic relies on its characters to garner appeal, this is important.

Besides that, this is also important for something I think is going to make this reboot go from good to great.

: ✧･ﾟ: U N I F I C A T I O N ! :･ﾟ✧ :

I’ve said this before in my other essay on how I’d reboot Sonic, but I truly feel that bringing together a lot of different elements of Sonic’s history together for this reboot is a top-notch idea for not only bringing the series back together whilst maintaining a wide appeal but also broaden the scope of potential characters, settings, and plot points we can work with, rather than just limiting it to just the classic era, or just the modern era, it also might leave veteran fans wondering just who or what was going to show up in the next game, or next episode!

Why limit ourselves to just a classic-style series or just a modern-style series? Why not mix it up a little?

Let’s take the cute classic stuff and mix it with some of the cool modern stuff!

I mean of course there’s gonna be purists but, hey, if we have a little bit of both we might just start seeing eye to eye!

So, what does that mean for the audience? Well, I think in that sense, Sonic should be able to appeal to, about anyone, really. Adults, Kids, Teenagers, anyone. It’d be like going to see a Marvel Superhero movie in the theaters or watching Spongebob on TV, yeah, it’d be something kids enjoy, but also something young adults can appreciate too. Although if we absolutely have to stick to a demographic, I’d say the ideal targets for a Sonic the Hedgehog reboot are two groups of people specifically.

Older fans of the series who grew up with the Adventure and Classic games, and Younger people who are more familiar with the modern games. As far as drawing new people or embittered old fans in?... Well, we’ll get to that.

Plot synopsis

It may seem like a no-brainer what the plot of Sonic the Hedgehog is, right? Well, of course it is. It’s been the same for over 20 years, and, I think the premise? Is fine.

“Sonic the Hedgehog is the fastest thing alive and a protector of nature who loves adventure. He’s smarmy and mischevious, but with a heart of gold and an unshakable sense of justice with a can-do attitude. His archnemesis, Dr. Eggman, wants to take over his natural, sprawling home and begin building his planet-conquering empire in its place. It’s up to Sonic and his group of friends to defeat Dr. Eggman, and restore peace to the world, and the green back to the hills.”

This? Right here? This is Sonic the Hedgehog. No matter who you ask, from any branch of the franchises thousand-foot tall family tree, this is Sonic the Hedgehog. There’s a couple of doodads and twists here and there depending on the specific game, but that’s really honestly it when you break it all down, that’s the plot of almost every Sonic game. But this can easily get lost and bogged down between all of the God-summoning and all that shit that other Sonic media does.

So, let’s keep the focus on this, and this alone. Just the ongoing misadventures, setbacks, leaps forward, threats and triumphs between Sonic and Co. and the forces of evil.

...(But let’s add the Chaos Emeralds and Master Emerald, I don’t think I can stand having a Sonic continuity without them and they make for good plot fodder, plus, I’ll be damned if I’m not seeing Super Sonic by the time a series finale or end-of-game hits.)

Setting + Background Lore

So, to set a location, let’s dumb down where Sonic actually lives. (Figuratively anyway, Sonic has no true home, just places he likes to be at any one time.)

In the Genesis days, Sonic lived on a tiny island called South Island, and the game’s settings often took place on South Island or on it’s neighboring islands Westside and Angel Island, and, given how important these old zones, like Green Hill and Chemical Plant Zone, are to the current Sonic Canon, I propose that maybe the setting for this potential reboot takes place on said islands, with one island for each of the cardinal directions on a compass, but also some of the other islands that are included in the Sonic series (as well as some adjusted ones!)

And, as a reference to the days of yore, we could even call it

The Mobius Archipelago

Each of these islands would have their own unique areas (referred to as ‘Zones’ for both nostalgia and convenience’s sake) based on the different levels from Sonic games. I’m unsure of the exact geography of these islands in question, but, you get the idea if you’re at all familiar with the canon, South Island has all the zones from Sonic 1 (16 and 8 Bit), Sonic Chaos and Sonic 2 (8-bit), Westside Island has all the zones from Sonic 2 and a couple from Sonic Mania, Angel Island has all the Zones from Sonic 3 & Knuckles, North Island is essentially a fusion of all the different Eggman Zones (Crystal Egg, Sleeping Egg, Scrap Brain, Metropolis, Eggmanland, Robotropolis, Robotnik Winter, the zones from SegaSonic the Hedgehog, etc.), Flicky’s Island has all of the zones from Sonic 3D Blast, Cocoa Island has all the zones from Tails Skypatrol and Tails Adventure, Mirage Island has all the zones from Sonic 4 and also Never Lake, and Little Planet (and hence all the zones from Sonic CD) you get the idea.

I’m unsure what exactly Eastside Island would have on it, but I figured that Sonic games have so many zones and levels across so many games, surely something would find a nice home on that island, perhaps some of the zones from Sonic Mania, Sonic Blast, maybe even the Adventure games, who knows? But, inevitably, space is going to run out on those other islands and we’ll likely have zones or locations that’ll be good for the series to have.

And then, we also have a mainland sprinkled with City. This is where your Adventure/Modern style cities are, Station Square, City Escape, that sort of thing.

It may not seem like much, considering some Sonic games have settings that span entire planets, but when you think about how many zones are crammed into a few little islands in the genesis titles alone, it’s hardly a limited setting.

The natives of this island chain would be Mobians and Mobini. Mobians are your typical Sonic characters, your Sonics, your Tailses, your Knuckleses, and so on and so forth. They’re the more humanoid animals. Mobini, on the other hand would be all of the smaller animals, the kind that Sonic frees from badniks or are just knockin about doing little woodland creature things. For more information on Mobini, I’ve included a little blip about them in the ‘Side Protagonists’ part of this little shanty ‘pitch guide’.

Humans would live on the mainland, although some researchers and scientists would visit the Archipelago every so often because of it’s mysterious ‘new frontier’ kind of appeal, even if Mobians find their research a little weird.

Generally, Humans also keep to the mainland, and Mobians keep to their islands, but, make no mistake, Mobians and Humans don’t hate each other. Some Mobians and Mobini have taken to the urban lifestyle, whereas some humans have taken to the natural wonder of the Archipelago, starting environmentally friendly cities and towns in the sleepy groves and corners of this untamed wilderness.

This Archipelago would be the point of focus for our Main Characters because, well, it’s their native home, and it’d draw our Main Villains because this island is also home to the Seven Chaos Emeralds, and their Master Emerald.

The Chaos Emeralds are the main MacGuffins of the Sonic series, and for good reason! Gathering all seven of these things grants their holder infinite access to chaos energy, a kind of force that will turn their thoughts into power, whether positive or negative. While most Mobians would prefer to leave the Chaos Emeralds alone, due to them causing, well, chaos, villains seek these gems out on purpose so that they can easier accomplish their goals. However, if a hero were to gather all seven chaos emeralds, and had enough purity, desire for good, and strength in their heart, the emeralds will grant them immense power, too.

Upon a vast amount of energy being used however, the Emeralds will scatter across the Archipelago, waiting for their next holders to come, and initiate chaos once more.

And then, there’s the Master Emerald. The Master Emerald is very similar to the Chaos Emeralds, and contains tenfold the amount of energy of a full set of Chaos Emeralds, but also acts as an on/off switch for the Chaos Emeralds. The Master Emerald can completely drain the Chaos Emeralds of their power, or multiply their power exponentially if one knows how to control it, making the Master Emerald incredibly valuable too. However, villains usually tend to opt for the Chaos Emeralds instead, not only because legends of the Master Emerald are believed to be false, or even if it is real, no one knows how to control it, but the Master Emerald is also said to have a guardian. A very, very angry guardian.

There’s also the lesser-known Time Stones.

The Time Stones reside on Little Planet, an anomalous celestial body that appears only once every year over Never Lake on Mirage Island. These stones seemed to have formed in a similar fashion to the Chaos Emeralds, but rather than bending SPACE to the will of their holders, the Time Stones will instead, bend Time. The Time Stones, for this reason, are even more dangerous than the Chaos Emeralds and are responsible for many of the temporal anomalies within the Archipelago. Due to their danger, the Time Stones see much more infrequent use than the Chaos Emeralds, and keeping them on Little Planet as opposed to bringing them to the surface of the Earth is much safer, as the Time Stones will only seemingly affect the time stream of Little Planet and not the Earth.

The Time Stones won’t matter until later in the series when Sonic and Co. start tampering with time, and for a while, the focus will remain on the Chaos Emeralds and Master Emerald.

But enough about where Sonic lives, let’s look at him and the rest of our colorful main cast, shall we?

Main Protagonists

Hooh, boy I am not gonna make many friends with this decision, am I?

This is kinda where my reboot starts to get a lot little tiny bit more personal, but, I have reasoning behind picking who I pick. The characters I’d pick to be the main protagonists, as in the characters that the viewers of the cartoon series, readers of the comic, or players of the games are going to be:

A) Playing as

B) Rooting for

C) Following throughout most of the adventures.

are as follows:

Sonic the Hedgehog

Miles “Tails” Prower

Knuckles the Echidna

Amy Rose

Mighty the Armadillo

Ray the Flying Squirrel

The first two seem obvious enough, Sonic and Tails are the two spotlight protagonists of most Sonic games and are the two chief playable characters in most games of the Genesis Era. Knuckles should come as no surprise either for the same reason, although I’ll touch on Knuckles later when I assess the protagonists on an individual level.

I chose Amy as one of the leads because, well, Amy frankly hasn’t seen that much time in the sun as a true character, and I feel like that’s a shame given her longevity in the series, being with us ever since CD. Her most complex appearance was in Sonic Adventure 1 and even then, she’s kinda reduced to the same traits as her white-bread, palid, boring, Genesis counterpart. While I would like to have another female character so Amy isn’t a ‘token chick’, I don’t really want to shake up the formula too much.

Mighty and Ray are a little bit different. With the release of Sonic Mania Plus though, I feel that Mighty and Ray are more relevant now than they ever were, and considering their placement as main characters in Mania Plus, I think that we could really benefit from their addition to the main lineup of Sonic’s friends! Sure, Mighty and Ray don’t have much personality, but maybe this is where we can change that and give these lost stars a chance to sparkle as main characters after spending so long in the shadows of the past!

However, I do wanna state, that I understand if some people feel Mighty and Ray are irrelevant. I get that, really, I do. It’s one of the things in this projected reboot that I feel is much more personally appealing to me than it is ‘what I think is best for the Sonic franchise’. Put plain and simple, Mighty and Ray are just... not as popular as other Sonic characters. And, adding these two to the roster of main characters means that the main character count skyrockets from an easily manageable 4 to 6, which can seem like a bit much to some people I’ll agree, and means that they’ll likely see more screentime than other popular protagonist characters like Cream, Silver or even Blaze. But, at the same time, I also feel that if they’re popular enough to be included in Sonic Mania Plus, then there at least is some interest in the fan community of them being relevant, regular characters again. And, what better niche for them to fit into than being two of Sonic’s close friends again while going on adventures with him regularly?

(Side note, I also felt like including Sticks as a main character, and I may come back to that idea later if I end up making any content for this reboot, but as it stands I felt 7 main characters were just a bit too much, although it would’ve been cool to have a character for each Chaos Emerald, and I think there are a lot of real, genuine comedic possibilities, as well as some unique action choreography from her.)

I also don’t think Sonic’s design or the design of his friends need to be changed around too terribly much for a reboot? (Although there are some characters I think could benefit from a rework, but Sonic and MOST of the main characters are okay imo) There’s a lot of contention on Sonic’s design in any sense but, personally? I think Sonic’s designs can actually be pretty well unified, all things considered. I think Sonic could benefit from a few design ADJUSTMENTS, but maybe not a full-scale redesign like Sonic Boom.

For instance, these early concepts for Dreamcast Sonic are an excellent starting place, as I feel they capture the spirit of all three versions of Sonic pretty well all things considered, save for their quills being a little long. the proportions on them are a little off, however, with a couple of adjustments, I think this could actually be a really good idea.

Nendoroid Sonic is also pretty close to what I think a unified Sonic design could look like, if someone held a gun to my head and told me to pick an ideal new design for Sonic, it’d probably be very close to this.

(Credit to JaysonJeanChannel on DA for this render of Nendoroid Sonic.)

Or, even moving back a little bit, “Toei Sonic“, although kind of overrated in my opinion, is a really nice compromise between the cutesy, cartoony nature of the original versions of Sonic, while still updating Sonic to be more obviously sleek, sharp and spring-loaded for his modern audiences, and is full of personality. That’s not to say I think Toei Sonic should be the new face of Sonic the Hedgehog for years to come, but it’d be a great starting point to work from, given that Toei is a version of Sonic suited for intense, rubberhosy, slippery animations.

In the end, the only thing that truly matters is that Sonic looks like Sonic, and not like a weird little blue goblin if the backlash on the first pass of the Sonic Movie is any indication? We shouldn’t try to fix what isn’t broken, I just think that maybe trying out a hybrid between classic and modern Sonic to see how people feel about it might be a nice compromise between those who prefer Classic Sonic vs. those who prefer Modern or Adventure Sonic, again, unification, the best of both worlds.

That being said, let’s have a look-see into each character individually, shall we? For this, I’ll give a name, my projected voice actor for them, and a little blurb about their personality, as well as a short list of their abilities.

I’ll also try to justify my reasons for some stuff that people may consider odd after all of the character bios.

Sonic the Hedgehog:

Voice Actor: Ben Schwartz/James Arnold Taylor

Sonic is heroic, ambitious, and a complete adrenaline junkie. He'll take on any challenge that's given to him in the history of forever, even if absolutely knows it's impossible or he could get hurt trying to do it or he's absolutely not skilled enough at what he's doing to do it. Hence, Sonic is extremely competitive and gets easily absorbed in things he does, even around friends. Sonic tends to not look before he leaps as he's able to get himself out of situations so easily, preferring to live on his feet without thinking too hard about anything, although he's not dumb by any stretch of the imagination and will slow down and strategize if he absolutely needs to, and will always be willing to slow down for someone in need. Sonic is cocky, snarky, and believes a little too much in himself, he has an ego the size of the sun and will do anything he has to protect his image, especially how he views himself. Sonic also has an incredible amount of attitude and makes fun of people he doesn't like or thinks deserve it with insulting nicknames or cruel jokes, often being sarcastic and witty even at the worst of times to be. Although Sonic tries as hard as he can to keep his cool a lot of the time and prefers to live without consequences or regrets on his mind, when he's angry, sometimes he can lash out at people and can become downright completely rude when upset. Sonic is also something of a juvenile delinquent, often breaking rules just because he can or he thinks it's fun or funny, which often gets him into trouble. Sonic EXTREMELY Dislikes being called 'slow' or things being faster than he is (often wanting to prove his mettle against whatever is faster than him even if it hurts him), and has even less patience for slowing down unless he absolutely has to. He hates to wait and hates to be kept waiting, oftentimes getting bored and leaving in mere seconds if a situation doesn't matter that much to him, although he's known to show much, much more patience when people are hurt, or upset, and has an affinity for relaxing for long periods of time with friends after lengthy expeditions and adventures. Sonic hates to see innocent people cry or have their feelings hurt and will often get extremely upset at the cause depending on the person/situation, and believes that any situation he can tend to is important (as he often can do things so quickly it's often no trouble for him.)

Abilities:

Insta-Shield (Allows Sonic to deflect incoming projectiles with precise timing. This also extends Sonic’s hitbox a bit so it can inflict damage, and gives him invincibility frames!)

Wall Jump (Sonic can wall jump, but they need to be timed properly, as when Sonic lands on a wall, he’ll begin to slide, sliding down a wall for too long will cause Sonic to slip and eventually fall.)

Super Spin Dash (Sonic can rev his spin dash up much faster and much more efficiently than other characters, Sonic’s spin dash also has higher maximum propulsion, and will break walls much quicker.)

Super Peel Out

Light Dash (Using the light dash on a trail of rings will allow Sonic to pick up vast amounts of speed instantly by traveling along a trail of rings, being slingshotted out of the trail at an intense speed, the longer the trail of rings is, the faster he’ll be when he comes out of the trail, but also the more vulnerable he’ll be when he’s flung out of the trail. Sonic can also easily reclaim his fallen rings by light dashing, but there’s no guarantee you won’t go flying into the hazard you just tried to avoid when you do.)

Can use the abilities of elemental shields

Miles "Tails" Prower:

Voice Actor: Collen Villard

Tails is Sonic's closest friend. Tails is very intelligent and is something of an amateur technician, roboticist and mechanic, although he specializes in work with aircrafts, small-scale robotics, and computer systems. Frequently he prefers a much slower, methodical approach to problems as opposed to rushing into everything headfirst like Sonic does. Often relies on his intuition over instinct. Tails feels he and Sonic hold a kind of 'mutual responsibility' over each other to keep each other safe, hence Tails keeps Sonic out of trouble or from doing things that are REALLY REALLY stupid, but most of the time, Tails likes to indulge in Sonic's antics with him and even enjoys being kind of silly or being a rebel with him. Tails really looks up to Sonic and wants to have the same kind of respect, cool and wit that he does, however, in doing this, because of his low self-esteem, Tails will often ignore a lot of his more positive traits and attempt to mimic Sonic instead in an effort to seem 'cool', which can really make him do some out-of-place or seemingly strange things at times when he doesn't mean it because he can be a little shy to be himself. Tails is a firmly humble inventor and often attributes his successes to the support of others more often than his own work, and he will not ever invent anything for the purpose of competing with someone or for the sake of jealousy, believing that his best work comes from his heart.

Abilities:

Flying (This would be nerfed significantly from Sonic Mania and S3&K so Tails couldn’t just fly over everything. Tails’ gameplay should encourage exploration in more ways than just one.)

Spin Dash

Tinkering (Allows Tails to reverse conveyor belts, turn off sawblades, and do other shit to help him get through mechanical levels.)

Ring Bomb (Short range projectile at the cost of rings, explodes in a small radius)

Remote Robot (Allows Tails to explore places he can’t otherwise get to at the cost of 1 ring per second)

Knuckles the Echidna:

Voice Actor: Dan Green

The key word to Knuckles is STRESS. Knuckles is the guardian of the Master Emerald, and boy does he take his job seriously, being the very last living Mobian Echidna, and being very in-tune with his family and extended tribe's history. He has an inherent connection with the Master Emerald that allows him to sense it's location, wherever it might be, if this feeling of his is tampered with only slightly, it sends Knuckles into an incredible, panicked rage that can only be quelled by returning the gem to where he left it, or by retrieving the gemstone from whoever stole or moved it. He will only leave the emerald alone for long periods of time once he is one-hundred percent confident no one will touch it or move it (and even then he oftentimes gets worried about it anyway) and hence, interacts with Team Sonic on a more infrequent basis because of this (although he still has plenty of moments dedicated to him.) However, when not guarding the Emerald and forced to loosen up and relax, one can find that Knuckles is rather stoic and full of quote en quote 'sage-advice' (or rather stuff that seems and can be profound but can also be kind of insane ramblings from someone who spends too much time alone with some rock.) He often doesn't understand Sonic's more urban lifestyle, preferring his more traditional, simple 'off the fat of the land' kind of life, but he's surprisingly receptive to new things (unless said new thing gets the emerald stolen of course.) Knuckles is also incredibly suspicious and paranoid of people, even believing people he's close to having the capability of turning on him, and because of this, he's incredibly gullible when it comes to people 'changing' or 'turning evil' or 'wanting to take the Master Emerald', although he's usually smart enough to not fall for the same trick twice... or at least, not for a while after it happens once. Because of his ability to be tricked so easily, and because tricking him often leads to bad things, Knuckles' temper and patience are very short, and very small things easily can make him very upset. Knuckles actually has a weakness for romance, being such a lonely soul, he often gets shy and acts noticeably different (read: Happier) around people that can charm him, but often won't admit it.

Abilities:

Gliding

Climbing

Spin Dash

Burrowing (works sort of like the burrow mechanic from Sonic Adventure 1 and 2, except Knuckles can remain and move underground for a bit to be invincible, although this ability is very limited and cannot be done on metal or synthetic flooring.)

Melee Attacks (Knuckles can punch things in a short range, nuff said.)

Amy Rose:

Voice Actor: Kristen Schaal

Amy is positive, bubbly, loud and honestly kind of a silly airhead sometimes. Although at first, it seems there's very little to her, there's actually a lot more to her than her outward appearance would suggest. Amy tends to not judge people by their looks or by their behaviors, and is very open-minded and emotional, often getting choked up over things she really doesn't need to. Amy is also pretty selfless, willing to help people without any benefit to herself or any reason besides being a good person, although that's not to say she just lets people walk all over her. Amy is also something of a social butterfly, having connections with about everyone anyone else even remotely knows, and can easily tell you all about them and will want you to meet them upon even the mention of their name. Her inherent energy makes her a lot to deal with at once, even people like Sonic, Tails, and Mighty can get tired of her very quickly, even if it's very clear that she means well. She also makes for a great therapist and is willing to help anyone with problems they might be having, even if they push her away at first. However, Amy isn't all the girly girl she seems sometimes and has kind of a violent edge, anyone who pushes her around or says anything bad about her friends is gonna get walloped with her hammer, and believe me, you don't ever quite forget a feeling like being Piko'd by Amy Rose. On this note, Amy also kinda... doesn't know her own strength, and can seem stronger than Knuckles, or even Mighty at times because she just absolutely does not know her limits, expect lots of spine-crushing hugs.

Abilities:

Triple Jump (Amy can jump three times in succession, however, each jump significantly degrades in height boost. Her normal jump will go the highest and her third jump will go the lowest. Because of this ability, Amy also does not spin when she jumps, meaning she can’t defeat Badniks or damage enemies by jumping on them, she won’t take damage from bouncing on them, it just won’t destroy them.)

Hammer Smash (A mid-range melee attack that will destroy most enemies instantly.)

Hammer Spin (Both an Aerial attack to make up for the fact Amy can’t spin jump and a dash attack to make up for the fact Amy can’t spin dash.)

Peel Out (Functions similarly to the peel out in Sonic Advance or Sonic 2: Pink Edition, replaces the Spin Dash.)

Mighty the Armadillo:

Voice Actor: Beck Bennett/Travis Willingham

Mighty is one of Sonic's oldest friends and is his foil in a lot of ways. He prefers to take his time with a lot of things and doesn't really mind going slow. Mighty is something of a 'meathead', he's naive, and kinda absentminded at times, even if he doesn't mean to be. Mighty is very strong and takes incredible pride in his abilities much like Sonic. He adores his own strength and quote en quote 'manliness' and will do anything to keep his ego inflated and his muscles bigger than everyone else's' (as opposed to Knuckles who views his strength as a humble reward for his years of training). Despite this, he has a very brotherly (read: dudebro) sense of personality though and likes to call people 'bro' and 'sis', and has a habit of saying 'not cool' when things don't go right or when people wrong him. Most of the time, Mighty's slow and naive ways can make him easily influenced into believing things (like conspiracies and the idea protein powder actually does things), and he's not afraid to speak his mind, often coming off as insensitive (which is how he got kicked out of Team Chaotix), when really, he just doesn't happen to know any better, although most of the time he really does mean well. Mighty also really likes to hear himself talk, oftentimes telling long-winded stories or going on long-winded rants or explanations. He tends to butt heads with Sonic and Knuckles, who get annoyed sometimes by his easygoing, borderline dim-witted nature, oftentimes reminding him of obvious things that are happening/have happened. However, Mighty greatly cares for his friends, and the one thing he absolutely will never bend on is he will not ever hurt someone who didn't do him wrong, and despite his naivety, Mighty's incredible sense of justice always triumphs over his unassuming nature. He's also Ray's best friend and will defend Ray over any other person.

Abilities:

Natural Armor (Allows Mighty to take one free hit from spikes, and defeat spiked enemies without being harmed. If a projectile hits Mighty while he’s spinning or jumping, the projectile will bounce off of his armor. This is only while Mighty is spinning, attacks from the back or while Mighty is running will still land.)

Hammer Drop (A ‘stomp’ attack that allows Mighty to crush most Badniks instantly, and will also instantly crush breakable objects and solid blocks much faster than other characters.)

Spin Dash

Mighty Arm (If Mighty presses an action button near an enemy, monitor or breakable item, Mighty will pick it up. While picking something up, Mighty will move slower and his jump will be downgraded, but he can throw the item to deal heavy damage to whatever it hits! And, picking up certain enemies or items may just come with some surprises!)

Super Wall Jump (Mighty can wall-jump much like Sonic, but upon sticking to the wall, Mighty will hang there, and will only slide down at the player’s discretion.)

Ray the Flying Squirrel:

Voice Actor: Debi Derryberry

Ray is neat, quiet, shy, easily disturbed and has a bit of a stutter to his voice. Ray tends to be sort of asocial compared to other members of Team Sonic and prefers not to get in the way if he thinks he's being a bother. However, despite this, Ray is much smarter than he might seem and has a level of resourcefulness to a point that even trumps Tails (who is much more intelligent) at times. Despite being so shy and cowardly, when he gets the chance, Ray is more than willing to do whatever it takes for the greater good, even if he's afraid to do so. Mighty is his best friend, and he gets obsessively worried about Mighty when he's not around, often worrying that he's wandered off or might have been hurt, kidnapped, etc. this often leads to Ray trying to find his friend or panicking that he's 'gone missing', even if Mighty was right under his nose the whole time, ironic, given his intuition and incredibly eagle-eyed nature. Much like Mighty as well, Ray can also be a little bit naive, although usually less so than Mighty himself.

Abilities:

Soaring (Ray will glide and can sweep upwards to gain height at a cost of speed, but also dip downwards to gain speed at a cost of height.)

Lite-Climbing (Ray can climb, and he can climb much faster than Knuckles, but players will need to position themselves carefully, as Ray can’t climb forever, and will eventually slip and fall, the more speed Ray has when Ray collides with the wall, the faster and longer he can climb it.)

Scout-Sense (Ray is able to detect hidden items nearby like Giant Rings, 1up Monitors, and power-ups, once Ray moves close enough to an item, an exclamation point will appear above his head, and the item he notices will be outlined in yellow.)

Dismantle (With similar timing to Sonic’s insta-shield, Ray can choose to land on a badnik instead of destroying it (even if he lands on something like a Shellcracker’s claw or Bubbles when spiked out), and he will begin to unscrew the badnik until it breaks. This rewards Ray with rings or more hidden items, and can make tricky badniks like Asteron and Shellcracker more bearable to deal with! This also works on bosses, except dismantling a boss will only cause a hit of damage to the boss, although Ray can stay latched on to deal multiple hits of damage if he isn’t knocked off!)

Hookay, if you’re not winded by all those character bios, let me try to explain some of my reasoning. I won’t be doing this with later characters because this post is already the size of a fucking dump truck, but, here we go anyway.

Yes. I chose Ben Schwartz over Roger Craig Smith and Jason Griffith for Sonic. No. I don’t hate Jason Griffith or Roger Craig Smith’s voices for Sonic. Yes, I realize Ben is going to play Sonic in the Movie. I know. But, you know what? I think Ben is the perfect person to play Sonic, he’s able to inflect a real smarmy teenager vibe and I DO like that a LOT. But Ben can also play a deeper or moodier teenager too, and I feel like that’s important for Sonic’s character just as much. Jason Griffith and Roger Craig Smith make a 15-year-old sound like he’s 24. Moving on.

I think Sonic needs to not be such a prep sometimes like he is in Colors, Generations, and Forces. Like, I get that Sonic is all about doing the right thing, but, Sonic is also a smarty-pants delinquent who disrespects authority because he can. There’s this great video on the design analysis of City Escape from Sonic Adventure 2 that shows just how much of a jerk Sonic is toward people he doesn’t care for, and how he feels about obeying rules and regulations. I feel being an asshole toward people he doesn’t like, is part of Sonic’s character, it’s just we need to make him an asshole in the right direction. Sonic can be a Bugs Bunny if we let him, it’s just that it shouldn’t be completely overblown... otherwise, we get STC Sonic.

Tails needs to do more things, and not sit on the sidelines like he does in Unleashed, Colors, and Forces. He does things in Sonic Adventure and Sonic Boom, hence this version of Tails is based more on those versions OF Tails. I don’t hate Unleashed and Colors Tails, but I feel the objectively superior version of Tails comes more from Boom (who I also feel captures all of the good things about Modern Tails ANYWAY) and Adventure (which is Tails at his most resourceful, intelligent and helpful.)

Knuckles needs to be not stupid. We can make other characters stupid, but Knuckles is not stupid, Mania made Knuckles stupid and I hate that because it’s never been who Knuckles is. Sure, he’s a bit of a dense knucklehead, but he’s not dumb, just dense, which is my problem with Boom Knuckles. There’s more to his reasons for why he does things the way he does than he doesn’t know better. He’s stubborn, he’s prone to anger, he’s traditional and very much centered on the past he never had, he worries, he panics. I don’t think Boom Knuckles is a bad character, I just think making KNUCKLES the character to get this personality was kind of a bad idea.

Amy just needs a better-developed personality. Seriously, she’s, already kinda set in stone in terms of who she is, it just needs to be expanded upon. But, Amy kinda already has the groundwork laid out for her with Boom and Modern, it’s just it needs to be molded a little bit.

Mighty comes from the classic era, and he, therefore, has no real, defining personality traits besides being a wall-jumping armadillo. I think Mighty could easily inherit Boom Knux’s personality, (as I feel a character named ‘Mighty’ would have kind of a strongman, meathead personality) but maybe changed up a bit. Instead of being just, dumb, I think Mighty being more oblivious than just stupid is better, plus, at any one time, most of the characters in-game or onscreen are able to deduce what’s going on instantly, having Mighty be a contrast to that is interesting. I also think a slow, easygoing lifestyle is kinda befitting to the Mighty we’ve seen recently, given that he doesn’t seem to emote all that much when Ray finally finds him after he’s been missing for, well, a good while, and doesn’t seem to know his own strength all the time. The only other information I know about Mighty is that he doesn’t like to fight all that much and he’s similar to Sonic, so I tried to include aspects of Sonic in his personality, but also make him kind where he can be.

If Ray’s SegaSonic sprites are anything to go by, Ray just might be a little bit of a scaredy-cat. And, I think this would make for an interesting dynamic between Ray and the rest of the team, he’d make a nice Luigi to everyone’s Mario, a character who is afraid, but willing to set aside his fears for the greater good and even for himself. He’d also be #relatable to the stressed-out teenage and young adult audience he’d be appealing to.

Side Protagonists

Here are my choices for side-protagonists in this reboot. These are ‘friendly characters’, characters that the main 6 characters regularly interact with, but are just not focused on as much. These characters would probably not be playable (except for Silver and Blaze MAYBE.)

The Mobini

Espio the Chameleon

Charmy Bee

Vector the Crocodile

Cream the Rabbit (and Cheese the Chao)

Big the Cat (and Froggy)

Silver the Hedgehog

Blaze the Cat

Now, I know what you’re thinking.

wHerE’s TeaM DaRK?!

Just, chill out..., okay? I’ll get to Team Dark in a minute.

I’d also like to clarify if this became a series, Silver and Blaze are probably not going to become relevant characters until much LATER in? I feel like Silver and Blaze should be saved for a very specific time in the reboot’s continuity and I’ll explain that later when we get into how I’d set this series’s continuity up, but there’s a very specific reason why I want to save Silver and Blaze for when the time is right, not because I hate Silver and Blaze, but because I think it’d make the most sense.

I also feel like the Chaotix should appear a lot more and play more of an active role in this new hypothetical reboot than they do in most modern Sonic games... and let’s make them a team of vigilantes instead of detectives. A team of vigilantes that uses TEAMWORK!... And combi-rings!

...Oh and while we’re here, let’s make Cheese a Hero Chao, mkay?

But enough talk about general things! Let’s dive into each of them individually!

The Mobini:

Voice Actor: Various, it’s likely mobini won’t need voices so much as varying sound effects.

The Mobini are the local, native, feral fauna of the world of this new Sonic reboot, all your normal birds, insects, lizards, fish, mammals, et cetera are all Mobini. Mobini, are mysterious creatures, as they harbor an inherent connection to the Chaos Emeralds, and are believed to contain small fractions of the Emeralds’ infinite energy. The Mobini are what first drew Dr. Eggman to the Archipelago in which South Island resides, as with this small portion of infinite energy within them, they can be used as organic batteries to power machines indefinitely!... Although this makes them very unhappy. Contrary to what you may think, Mobini are actually sentient, and remember friendly faces... and unfriendly ones too, so be kind! If you’re ever in trouble or lost in the sprawling forests of the Mobius Archipelago, Mobini may just be able to help you out. The most curious kind of Mobini are Flickies, small little birds native to Flicky’s Island and South Island (although they’ve seemed to branch out more recently), who are said to have an even closer connection to the Emeralds, and can even hold a super form! The phenomenon of Super Flickies is incredibly rare, but when it happens, Super Flickies will be more than willing to lend their power to someone who needs it.

Chao are a special type of genetically unstable Mobini that have no ‘Earthly’ counterpart. From the time a Chao is born to the time they pass away, a Chao will gain the traits of its parent, it’s friends, and or it’s caregiver. This makes Chao ideal pets, as their personality will adapt to suit their owner, this makes Chao not only incredibly diverse but surprisingly intelligent. Just be kind to Chao... you don’t want to know what kind of horror being unkind to these little creatures can lead to.

Espio the Chameleon:

Voice Actor: Phil LaMarr

The de-facto leader of the Chaotix, and the most responsible of the team, Espio is a lot quieter than most of the main cast, and much prefers the sound of a rushing, serene stream over loud, punchy rock music. With a powerful, free-flowing fighting style inspired by martial arts, Espio is an honorable fighter, believing only in fighting fair and straight and without exploiting an opponent’s extreme weaknesses. While he tends to be sort of reclusive and becomes easily annoyed by the antics of the Chaotix and Team Sonic, he’s a lot more unshakable than he looks, and actually kind of likes the excitement from time to time. He also has a long, sticky tongue which he happens to be embarrassed by, but sees more use as a tool than he’d like to admit. Espio will often dictate his mood or state of mind to people by changing his color.

Espio’s weapons of choice are giant shuriken, which he seems to be able to pull out of hammerspace.

Abilities:

Color changing

Partial Invisibility (Espio can cloak himself to appear invisible, as long as he stands still and isn’t connected to anything. This ability sees more frequent use when Espio is alone, as it doesn’t really apply much when he fights with his team.)

Combi-Ring Fighting Style

Tornado Spin (Similar to Sonic’s Spin Dash, except Espio spins horizontally instead of vertically, the tornado spin is very slow compared to the Spin Dash, but it’s just as deadly.)

Tongue (Much like Yoshi, Espio’s tongue can be used to grapple onto things with a surprising amount of force, either to pull them toward Espio, or Espio can ‘tongue punch’ things. He hates to do this.)

Charmy Bee:

Voice Actor: Sam Lavagnino (Ideally anyway, I understand if he’d be unable to, but imagine it! Catbug as Charmy Bee!)

A ‘junior member’ of the Chaotix, Charmy is a little bee in training to become a vigilante! However, he’s a little too excited about that fact sometimes. He’s meant to be cute and lovable, but also a realistic child fighting against things he probably shouldn’t be fighting against. It’s hard to hate him when he means so well though and tries his very best at anything he does. In this new reboot, Charmy also gains a small affliction toward electricity!

Abilities:

Flight (no duh.)

Combi-Ring Fighting Style (Charmy is surprisingly adept at carrying his fellow Chaotix members around with a Combi-Ring in hand, with Charmy around this can make for some high-octane, high-momentum fighting due to Charmy being so lightweight and quick.)

Volt Sting (Charmy can use his stinger, and believe me, it hurts. Fortunately, Charmy can sting more than once! and his sting will deliver an electric shock to anything it touches, this is bad news for anything mechanical, or wet!)

Thunder Shoot (Charmy can instantly ground any flying enemy by electrifying an ally and tossing them at the flying enemy!)

Vector the Crocodile:

Voice Actor: Keith Silverstein (Although I’m open to someone else if everyone else if sick of FIND THE COMPUTER ROOM!)

The Chaotix’s greedy, but fiercely defensive ‘leader’ (he’s able to make tough decisions a lot better than Espio, but he isn’t very responsible in many ways). Vector got into the whole vigilante business because of the money he could gain from it, but after meeting Charmy and Espio, his whole world changed, and the rough-and-tough reptile has found a new calling, being a leader. Although Vector is often harsh, blunt, and dismissive, he’s also incredibly resourceful and has an eye for small details, so if he does push you away, it’s likely because he has a hunch on something related to it.

Abilities:

Air Dash (Vector can dash in any direction while in the air. This does not protect him from harm.)

Death Roll (Vector’s trademark donut-like Spin Dash, it’s a bit less controllable than a traditional Spin Dash but it’s immensely powerful because of Vector’s spiked back.)

Combi-Ring Fighting Style (Vector specializes in a ‘wrecking ball’ sort of display with his fighting style, performing a Death Roll followed by his opponents flinging him into something by way of Thunder Shoot or Espio’s speed.) Vector can also achieve the same effect by flinging Charmy or Espio into an opponent, or by ‘holding’ (think Knuckles Chaotix) them.

Fire Combination + Volcanic Dunk* (While Espio is tornado spinning and Charmy is spinning as well, Vector can grab the both of them to make ‘fighting gloves’ of sorts. With this, Vector can perform the Volcanic Dunk, in which he turns Espio and Charmy into powerful fireballs which can smash into enemies to deal tremendous damage!)

*Yes I know this is what Team Sonic uses in Sonic Heroes but do you honestly want Vector Breath to be something that’s regularly used?

Cream the Rabbit (and Cheese the Chao):

Voice Actor: Michelle Ruff (I’d list a voice actor for Cheese too but... do I HAVE to? Chao can be easily voiced with stock squeaks or Chao sounds from SA2.)

A pleasant little girl who seems to get caught up in the ongoing war between Sonic and the forces of evil. Like Charmy, she’s a kid, although Cream is much more patient and polite than Charmy. Cream in this reboot would sorta fill the niche that Tails filled in SatAM, rarely going on adventures, but looking up to the main cast and always being ready to support them in times of need.

Abilities:

Flapping (Cream can flap her ears to gain a little extra height, although it’s made very clear this isn’t exactly equal to Tails’ flight and is very limited.)

Cheese (Cream can sic Cheese on anything she wants, although Cheese isn’t very tough, he’ll do his best until he’s knocked away!)

Big the Cat (and Froggy):

Voice Actor: Jon St. John

Big is large, and not very bright, even less so than Mighty. But he’s terrifyingly strong, he may just be one of the strongest characters in this new reboot in terms of raw damage output, probably second only to Omega actually. But, Big’s not a fighter and prefers to spend his days by the lakeside, fishing with his companion Froggy.

Unbeknownst to him, though, Froggy harbors a dark secret, and, in fact, is the current owner of the tail of the ancient God of Destruction, Chaos. How Froggy exactly came upon Chaos’ tail is unknown, but it’s gotten Big and Froggy into trouble before.

Abilities:

Super Strength

Fishing Sense (Big can sense what kind of fish or how many fish, or even foreign objects or other animals are in bodies of water. It’s unknown how he does or knows this, but he does.)

Silver the Hedgehog:

Voice Actor: Scott Menville

Silver is from an alternate future, a long-forgotten timeline in which Robotnik succeeded in conquering the world, But his massive cities and factories were later laid waste to by the sands of time, and ancient forces of nature, throwing the future Silver resides within into complete Crisis. And now, filled with a sense of vengeance and justice, Silver has come back to the past, determined to find the one responsible for whoever did this to his future, but... there’s just a couple problems.

He’s only fourteen years old.

Silver is also rather bright-eyed and gullible, and him messing with the streams of time might have a bigger domino effect than he realizes, even if he has no intention of messing anything up.

Abilities:

Psychokinesis (Silver can move, and throw objects with his mind. Silver’s telekinesis is limited only by his focus and stress, as if Silver gets too stressed, he may release some of the objects he’s holding, the same goes for if he becomes unfocused. Using said telekinesis can make Silver very physically exhausted though, especially if Silver moves HIMSELF with his mind, which he can do to hover in the air for a while. Objects held by Silver will freeze, suspended in whatever state they were in when Silver grabbed them, and the objects Silver holds are denoted by a cyan aura.)

Psychic Knives (Silver can condense his energy into crescent-shaped blades of energy, which he can fire off at his discretion, again, only limited by his physical exhaustion)

Teleportation (Silver has the limited ability to teleport short distances, although he doesn’t seem to have a very good handle on it, as he often messes up his positioning and seems to almost... forget he can do it?)

Blaze the Cat:

Voice Actor: Tara Strong

Like Silver, Blaze is from an alternate future. Blaze is Silver’s best friend, but also kind of a sisterly figure to him. Blaze is older than Silver, and is much more reserved, mature and wary than Silver is, although she’s still more than happy to help Silver, and ensure a good future for both him and herself. Blaze is proud, trying to make the best out of her situation by trying and believing herself to be the best around, in a way, she sort of views Silver more like a sidekick, even if Silver does tend to pull his weight.

Abilities:

Pyrokinesis (Blaze can summon, control and is immune to fire. Her ability to do so is limited, although her fires are known to become more intense whenever Blaze is enraged. Blaze can use her fire either for offense by spraying jets of flame from her hands, or defensively by cloaking her entire body in flame, or using the power of fire to float for short periods of time.)

Tornado Spin (Like Espio, Blaze tends to spin horizontally rather than vertical, this, combined with her pyrokinesis, makes her incredibly fearsome to deal with.)

Main Antagonists

You know what the fuck’s going on already. These are all my picks for Major Villains in the reboot. The big bads. The guys who are gonna come in and try to take all those Chaos Emeralds and Time Stones and shit I was talking about and wreak havoc on the peaceful Mobius Archipelago.

They are as follows:

Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik

Orbot and Cubot

Metal Sonic

Heavy King (And the Hard-Boiled Heavies)

Great Battle Bird Kukku XV

Chaos

Emerl

Mephiles, Iblis, and Solaris

In the end, it was hard to decide on what villains to choose to be big bads, Sonic has so many good ones, but this is what it all bled down to eventually. I feel kinda like Dragon Ball Z or... like, any fucking action anime or cartoon ever tbh. I wanted to give some more underrated villains a chance to shine like Kukku and Emerl, while also bringing back some old favorites like Chaos and Mephiles.

...ALSO, I’M GONNA GET TO TEAM DARK DON’T WORRY!

Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik:

Voice Actor: Mike Pollock (as if there were any other choice.)

Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik is the biggest bad in this reboot, as he should be. Robotnik was formerly a young, gentleman scientist, who arrived on South Island with his colleague, Dr. Madonna to study the Mobini that lived there, however, using the grant money meant for his research, and not much caring about nature himself, Robotnik instead betrayed Dr. Madonna to begin forging an empire with his own two hands, an Empire he believed would eventually be able to conquer the world. And he would’ve gotten away with it, too... if all not for a meddlesome blue hedgehog child, who REALLY liked to compare the doctor to an egg. Since his first outing against the blue blur, Dr. Robotnik tried tirelessly, day and night, to get his empire up and into the air, coming back with bigger, and better firepower each time, even succeeding in conquering South Island and collecting six of the seven chaos emeralds at one point, but he was thwarted by this blue hedgehog, and later, his friends each time. This war has gone on for over 5 years now chronologically and maybe more in the actual scheme of things, and all those years of trying have really quite nipped at the doctor, who had gained a significant amount of weight, became a social pariah and had torn all his hair out, save for his mustache, which has overgrown and has become frayed, and the doctor had taken the name ‘Eggman’ as a shallow attempt to mock the blue blur. It’s not to say that Eggman hasn’t succeeded, his conquest and lust for power had bled everywhere, his Badniks, a series of small robots built by him, are an epidemic across the archipelago, he has factories, operations, and eyes everywhere, and Robotnik eventually succeeded in taking one of the Archipelago's many islands for his own, renaming what was once ‘North Island’ into ‘Eggmanland’, this little island is only a twisted glimpse into the madness of what a world under the doctor’s control could look like, his own personal carnival of evil, smog and dust, celebrating him, and only him. It’s these little successes, as well as his never-ending stubbornness and undying believe that man can and will always triumph over nature, that has warped Dr. Eggman from a nefarious, dashing gentleman, into a balding, crazed, nasty old coot. If trouble’s brewing on the islands, and you smell smog wafting by, you can be assured Dr. Eggman isn’t very far behind. To call him a ‘mad scientist’ is an understatement, but even through his delusions and megalomania, he really is a genius.

Orbot and Cubot:

Voice Actors: Kirk Thornton, Wally Wingert

Orbot and Cubot are the Doctor’s trusted aides and second-in-lines, and... probably the Doctor’s only friends as of current. Orbot and Cubot have special AI hand-crafted by the doctor and are arguably his most advanced and most sentient creations crafted by his own two hands. Orbot is serious, intelligent, and bitingly sarcastic, as he was meant to relay information about factories, schemes, and developments back to Eggman, whereas Cubot is dim-witted, slow, and lazy, as he was more meant to perform basic duties like keeping Robotnik’s living space neat and tidy (although he doesn’t always do the best job at this.) However, Orbot and Cubot have become more than that as time has gone on. Unlike the Modern games, Orbot and Cubot can actually hold their own in combat... well, sort of. They have their own unique ‘Scratch and Grounder’ style of dealing with Sonic and Co. and they don’t usually make much progress or get much done in this regard. In this reboot I want Orbot and Cubot’s designs to be updated besides being just ‘ball’ and ‘cube’ so that they can fight alongside Eggman and just look a lot more interesting in general.

Metal Sonic:

Voice Actor: Ben Schwartz (with an intense, robotic filter) if we HAVE to give him a voice. I’d really just prefer Metal to be silent or voiced by music cues and sound effects.

Metal Sonic is Dr. Eggman’s greatest creation. Designed and built by a Dr. Eggman from the future, Metal was sent back in time to aid the Eggman of the past, this, however, proved to be a mistake, as with Metal under his belt, the Doctor became easily overconfident in his victory, thinking now that he had his supposed greatest creation to aid him, nothing could possibly stop him.

Which made it all the more disappointing when Metal Sonic inevitably failed and was defeated by Sonic.

However, that wasn’t the end of it for Metal Sonic, after being recovered from the future on Little Planet, Metal was repaired, and sent to do reconnaissance on Sonic and Tails during their visit to Mirage Island. In the process of getting there, however, Metal absorbed an artifact while patrolling around the Lost Labyrinth Zone, which superseded the limits of Metal’s hardware, and not only restored Metal to his former greatness but gave Metal something that few of Eggman’s creations can ever claim to have. True sentience.

Now fully aware of who he was, and what he was doing, Metal easily made it to Sonic and Tails, and upon seeing his organic counterpart for the first time in so long ever since their duel on Stardust Speedway, Metal was filled with rage. Rage, unlike anything The Mobius Archepeligo had ever seen.

The artifact has given Metal all sorts of mysterious abilities, like the ability to manifest a near-indestructible shield, the power to harness the electricity flowing through his circuits to send himself into overdrive and utilize his own overloading as a weapon, and along with being a creation of a Dr. Eggman who has seen the fall of the Earth...

Who knows what kind of sadistic, inhuman thoughts lie behind those synthetic, glowing eyes?

Abilities:

Hyperspeed Thrusters (Metal’s thrusters easily make him as fast as Sonic, and, like Sonic, Metal can still spin, although Metal can also fly with his thrusters.)

Black Shield (Metal can form a defense matrix around him using the power of the artifact he absorbed in Lost Labyrinth, the Black Shield is completely indestructible. Nothing can break through it. Not even something as powerful as Super Sonic could even crack it.) The only caveat is, using the Black Shield renders Metal completely immobile, and unable to attack, and it has a slight warmup and cooldown period.)

Overdrive (Metal can use the artifact he absorbed to utilize the electricity flowing through his circuits to send himself into Overdrive. While in overdrive, Metal Sonic’s entire body sparks with electricity, and Metal can manipulate how he uses that electricity, whether it’s to cloak himself in sparks to beef up his physical attacks or create pillars of sparks and arcs of electricity to attack foes from a distance. The only thing is, Metal cannot do this too much, as doing this can easily cause Metal to overheat, or completely overload and have a ‘blowout’... in other words, explode.)

Heavy King:

Voice Actor: Jim Cummings (Yes, I know Jim did SATAM Robotnik but that’s not the voice I’m imagining for Heavy King. Jim can do more than just Robotnik you know, even though my decision was partially influenced by it being a nice callback. Again, these voice actors are only projections.)/Barry Humphries

Heavy King used to be EggRobo, a robot (which later became a line of Robots) built in the image of Dr. Eggman himself and meant to serve as a decoy for him, and as a stand-in to carry out his own ends.

But the energy of the Phantom Ruby changed that.

Now, Heavy King is the leader of an elite squadron of his EggRobo brethren known as the Hard-Boiled Heavies. They used to serve Robotnik, before breaking free of his control and serving their own ends, beginning a new (albeit, much, much smaller) empire under their own names. He and the other heavies are a force to be reckoned with, few are able to match the ruthless, cold, metallic hand of Heavy King. Despite this, however, Heavy King is known to be much more diplomatic and reasonable than Robotnik, ironically enough, because he believes himself to be vastly superior in every way to organic life. However, his inflated ego pays a steep price if you catch him at the wrong time. However, Heavy King is the current holder of the Phantom Ruby, and that alone should scare you.

(Also I won’t go over each of the Heavies individually because I don’t feel like it, but, I will list their voice actors.)

Heavy Gunner: Patrick Warburton... or at least a cheap impression of him.

Heavy Rider: Eliza Schneider

Heavy Magician: Alexia Khadime

Heavy Shinobi: Seth Green (I picture Shinobi having much more of a nerdy weeb voice than having a serious Japanese accent like Espio.)

Great Battle Bird Kukku XV

Voice Actor: Tom Kenny

A lesser-known big bad, or rather, big bird, Great Battle Bird Kukku XV (he gets upset if you don’t say the full name), is the leader of the Battle Bird Empire, a battalion of birds who, at one point, sought to take over the archipelago in a similar manner to Dr. Eggman, however, Great Kukku XV was thwarted by Tails. Tails, funnily enough, doesn’t remember him at all, in fact, no one does. As a villain, hardly anyone takes Great Kukku XV very seriously, even with his massive armies and capability. Fact is, Great Kukku XV is just a little too immature to be a leader, and hence, he’s not very dangerous. However, his battalion did give rise to a certain, screwy, trigger happy, fellow green bomb-throwing bird who happens to be a defector of his...

In this reboot, there would probably be a lot of jokes about people not knowing who Great Kukku even is, or how dangerous he is, but don’t worry, he’ll get his time in the sun eventually.

Chaos

Voice Actor: N/A, Chaos only speaks in water sloshes.

Chaos is one of the many original forces of nature that populated the Archipelago many years ago. Legend has it that Chaos was responsible for the mass extinction of the Echidna on Angel Island, and was the one responsible for flooding Hydrocity Zone, and the former Hidden Palace Zone. Chaos was formed when a Chao, who happened to be very old and unhappy due to the Echidna tribes of the day treating his people very unfairly, mutated due to the exposure of Chaos Energy to the Chao’s genetically unstable body. Chaos is a being of pure hate and pure destruction. It’s almost entirely composed of a thick, water-like substance that can take on liquid or solid properties at Chaos’ discretion. His body hungers for Chaos Energy, and he is willing to destroy anything that stands in his way to have it, specifically by absorbing the Chaos Emerald. With each emerald Chaos absorbs, Chaos only becomes bigger, and stronger, becoming harder and harder to defeat. And if Chaos gathers all Seven of the Emeralds? You’d better hope you can find some way to calm this Great Old One down, otherwise, your world may just end up underwater. Luckily, Chaos was sealed inside of the Master Emerald by its former guardian, Tikal, and there he shall remain... for now, at least.

Emerl

Voice Actor: Various (copies the voices of others. To speak it splices lines that it’s heard together.)

Originally created directly to counter Chaos whilst the Echidna tribes were facing extinction, Emerl is a Gizoid, a kind of Robot created to copy the physical data of others. Although one can initially defeat Emerl pretty easily, it’s advised not to vary your tactics too much, as Emerl’s original purpose, and his ultimate capability, is to copy any behavior he’s seen, in order to not only replicate it, but replicate it better, and hence, conquer its original user. Terrifyingly, Emerl can even copy phenomenon that he otherwise wouldn’t, or shouldn’t be able to use, such as Chaos Control, Sonic’s Maximum Speed, or Tails’ intellect. The only thing truly limiting Emerl... is the kind of opponents he faces. And, if you give Emerl to someone who understands him and knows how he works, you may just be dealing with one of the most fearsome fighters the Mobius Archepeligo has ever known.

Mephiles, Iblis and Solaris

Voice Actor: Dan Green (Mephiles only) (This is just because Dan also voices Knuckles ideally but, again, if Dan doesn’t wanna come back to Sonic after being replaced, I understand that.)

If Chaos was the patron saint of water, Solaris is the patron saint of fire. Born from a sacred flame created by the Echidna, Solaris was worshipped by the surviving Echidna as a force that could potentially vanquish Chaos, as the ‘’sun’ to dry the rain. However, the tribes’ malicious intents caused their newly formed ‘God’ to become more of a beast, and it only helped Chaos in driving the Echidna extinct. Solaris later retreated to the bottom of the ocean after all was said and done, slumbering beneath the surface in an underground cave, in a damaged, unstable state.

Solaris has re-awoken twice since this has happened, and both times, his unstable shell split and formed two halves, it’s raw power, known as Iblis, and it’s mind, and spirit, known as Mephiles. The two halves of Solaris first re-awoke in an Alternate Timeline where Robotnik had conquered the world, re-awakening as the folly of the dictator had driven the Sun God’s split soul to awaken when the intense greenhouse heat began to boil the ocean. Mephiles’ primordial form simply died off in the intense heat, but Iblis remained awake, laying waste to the already horrible wasteland that was Robotnik’s Bad Future. Many survivors who reside within this future came to blame Iblis for their problems, even though Robotnik was what had destroyed it centuries earlier.

As for the other time The soul and body of Solaris re-awoke?...

Well... we’ll get to that. Let’s come back to someone I’m sure you’re all waiting for.

Antiheroes

HERE HE IS, OKAY? YOU HAPPY? I was saving him for a good reason! I actually want Shadow (and Rouge, to an extent, she kinda keeps her evil side tbh) to start out as a big bad! After Shadow’s done BEING a big bad though, he’ll become similar to his post-adventure 2 self, specifically how he behaves in Sonic 06 and Sonic Heroes, except with a bit more sympathy. Modern Shadow has a lot of brooding, edgy bite to him, and while that’s cool and all, I feel like there should be more to Shadow than just brooding and standing around crossing his arms and saying ‘tch’ all the time.

Shadow the Hedgehog

Shadow the Hedgehog:

Voice Actor: Anyone that’s not Kirk Thornton. I actually don’t have a good answer for who Shadow’s voice actor should be but, honestly, anything would be better than his current one in my honest opinion.

Shadow was synthesized fifty years ago on a small, man-made satellite called the Space Colony ARK by the brilliant scientist Dr. Gerald Robotnik. He was born from a desire to find a cure for the seemingly incurable disease for his granddaughter, Maria. However, due to an accident when splicing the genes of the quill of a Mobian Hedgehog, and experimental biomaterial found on the fragments of an asteroid that collided with the Earth millions of years ago, the doctor accidentally created something he absolutely didn’t intend, Life. And thus, Project Shadow was born. Gerald felt attached to his creation, viewing the resulting creation, which he called ‘Shadow’ as one of his own. Shadow developed rapidly, quickly maturing into an infant, and then juvenile, yet seemingly normal Mobian Hedgehog. Shadow’s equivalent age later capped once Shadow was done growing, and he remained that way, immortally perfect. The Ultimate Lifeform. Tests with Shadow later showed his destructive capabilities, as it seemed the asteroid’s DNA had morphed Shadow to be far beyond the capabilities of any normal Hedgehog, even in peak physical condition at that age, capable of creating explosions, firing bolts of energy, and even freezing time, appearing to ‘teleport’ in the process. Despite these curiosities, Shadow grew fond of Maria in his stay at the ARK, although Shadow couldn’t help her recover, he did make her much happier. However, a raid on the Space Colony by the mainland’s military led to a massive capsizing of the project, with the intention to destroy Shadow, who was viewed as a dangerous, alien, unholy abomination. Before he could be killed though, Maria shot Shadow down to Earth in an escape pod, where he subsequently landed deep in the jungles of Cocoa Island... but, Maria was murdered in the process of doing so. Shadow was later recovered by Gerald’s other grandson, Ivo Robotnik, 50 years after the tragedy. Hesitant to release Shadow immediately, it’s known that Robotnik has spoken to Shadow in his pod, although about what matters is unknown. For now, Shadow slumbers deep within the confines of Eggmanland, waiting for his proper, strategic time to be unleashed and to wreak his horrible vengeance upon the Earth.

I’ll bring up Shadow again later when we talk about how I project the series to actually go, for now, just sit tight and let’s talk about the rest of Team Dark... and some familiar faces.

Abilities:

Spin Dash

Homing Attack (Shadow can automatically home in on opponents while also performing an Air Dash.)

Burning Rollout (Inspired by the flame ring of Sonic Adventure 2, Shadow can cloak his spinning form in fire by turning on his shoes when rolling, doing this will significantly up the strength of his spin, and make a nice little ring of fire around his spinning form.)

Chaos Control (Can be used as short-distance teleportation, as a way to buff Shadow’s speed immensely, or as a way to freeze or dramatically slow Shadow’s relative perspective of time by dramatically increasing his speed.)

Chaos Spear (These are green bolts of pure, chaos energy. The energy used to form these bolts is so unstable that once hurled at something, the ‘spear’ will likely explode, although, if it doesn’t, it will easily pierce through whatever it hits. Shadow likes to shout ‘DISAPPEAR!’ before hurling these at things for some reason.)

Chaos Blast (Shadow’s Chaos Blast can be considered his ‘ultimate’ attack, Chaos Blast sees Shadow creating a kind of ‘mini-singularity’ with chaos energy that will detonate after a short time, easily eradicating anything caught in the explosion’s radius, even the ground around Shadow. The only problem with this is, doing this is a huge strain on Shadow’s natural supply of Chaos Energy, so a lengthy cooldown period is inevitable.)

and of course, we can’t forget

The Roundhouse Kick

Minor Antagonists

These are characters who are villains but are also more likely to show up in arcs that are only a couple episodes long or are side or off-boss fights.

I’ll be honest, most of you know these characters already, so I’m just gonna run through them super quickly and give my suggested changes and my justifications for them.

Rouge the Bat

E-123 OMEGA

Dave the Intern

Fang the Sniper (Nack the Weasel)

Bean the Dynamite

Bark the Polar Bear

Rouge the Bat:

Voice Actor: Karen Strassman

Rouge is a thief and a treasure hunter but is also working for the military agency of the mainland, G.U.N. Rouge is sly, sneaky and has a silver tongue, easily able to manipulate people into what she wants by pure wordplay alone. Rouge is a lot less active of a fighter than Sonic and Co. as she prefers to stalk quietly in the shadows, and strike when the time is right. In this reboot, Rouge is gonna wear something a bit more modest. I’m sorry, I hate Rouges’ clothes in canon. That fucking catsuit? has gotta go. She can still look cool and... *gag* “”sexy”” but, I’d rather her not wear... THAT? But, I do want her personality to remain mostly intact because in full honesty? She’s not a bad character on paper. Like Shadow, though I do kinda want Rouge to be a straight-up antagonist at first, and a very greedy one at that.

E-123 OMEGA:

Voice Actor: Vic Mignogna

What can I say? Omega doesn’t need to change much at all, really. He works in about any Sonic setting tbh. He’s loud, and he likes to blow things up, and he doesn’t emote very well, what else is there? In this reboot though, Omega will be the only E-Series Robot, or rather the only... surviving one. And, yeah, like Rouge and Shadow too, I think Omega should start out as an antagonist.

Dave the Intern:

Voice Actor: Ben Schwartz (What? We gotta keep up the tradition of Dave sharing a voice with Sonic!)

An odd choice for a minor antagonist I know, but Dave the Intern is REALLY funny? And I love the idea of a character just hating Sonic for no discernable reason other than ‘he’s popular and cool and I’m not.’ I also thought it’d be cool if Dave frequently got way in over his head with the shit he does, and put himself into trouble that Sonic (reluctantly) had to get him out of. Plus, I really wanted to include some representation of Sonic Boom in this reboot because Sonic Boom as a show is really funny and really good, and I think taking a page from it might be good, plus, Boom is a part of Sonic’s history too!

Fang the Sniper (Nack the Weasel):

Voice Actor: Dwight Schultz

Fang is the leader of Team Hooligan, and in a similar vein to Great Kukku XV I think he’d take himself way too seriously, but would play off of other characters. In Fang’s mind, he’s a trained assassin, like an evil Aussie-accent Batman or something of that stretch. But, really? He’s just a sleazy conman with a popgun. I feel like a good joke to make in this series would be Fang reaching for what he thinks is his actual pistol, but then he’d pull it out and fire it and it’d be one of his fake popguns. And, do I even need to make a joke about the comedic possibilities between him and Shadow using guns? Also, his real name being Nack the Weasel but he wants everyone to call him Fang the Sniper is funny. I’m sorry but ‘Fang the Sniper’ is just a silly name and I like the idea of Fang being the equivalent of one of those nice guys with Otaku Katanas who think they’re WAY cooler than they actually are. I wanted to choose Fang as a minor antagonist in the reboot just because of the kind of character I think he is, he thinks he has everything under control and has all the cards laid out in front of him when in reality, this setup of his just fails dramatically. The kind of interactions between him and Sonic this could spell out are amazing.

Bean the Dynamite:

Voice Actor: Eric Bauza

What do you get when you throw Daffy Duck and Woody Woodpecker in a blender and make him an unstable arsonist? Bean the Dynamite, that’s what. I’d want Bean in this reboot to be an off-the-wall, screwy, but surprisingly resourceful and clever, explosion-crazed maniac. He wouldn’t be... *gag* ‘insane’, so much as he would be just hyper and unable to calm down, again, like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck. He’d be quick-witted, fast-talking and zippy, even more than Sonic himself is. (In the end, Sonic would always outpace him, but the reflexes on THIS bird are crazy.) Also, I feel like the idea of Bean being a defector of the Battle Kukku Armada is just... great, considering they’re all bomb-throwing birds, but THIS one was a little too off-the-handle for even them? He’d be a real character and a surprisingly dangerous threat for Sonic and Co.

Bark the Polar Bear:

Voice Actor: I’m... actually not too sure who to cast Bark as tbh. Mostly because I see him being very quiet and not... speaking, much at all?

Bark is a quiet tough guy. He’s smarter than he looks, but he’s big, he’s mean, he’s tough, and he will Hulk slam at least one character in the length of this reboot. I don’t really have much idea on where to take Bark, I just think he deserves a place as a minor villain.

Projected direction for canon

So, we have all the pieces of the puzzle, let’s see how they all fit together! I’ll be going through these with the assumption that one game can be made to represent each season of the show in its entirety.

For this, I honestly think it would be best if we split this reboot up based upon Sonic the Hedgehog’s current history with its elements. Think, almost, the way Sonic Generations told its story. We’ll start with something with a more Classic Vibe to it, then move into something more Adventure-like, and then, finally, we do something a bit more Modern! It’ll be a little less linear, and we’ll double dip here and there, but it’ll all line up!

Because of this, I’d like to establish what games have already PASSED before going into this series. This is what all has happened going in, in roughly the chronological order they happened in.

Sonic the Hedgehog 1 (16-bit)

Sonic the Hedgehog 1 (8-bit)

Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (8-bit)

SegaSonic the Hedgehog

Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (16-Bit)

Sonic CD

Sonic the Hedgehog 3 & Knuckles

Sonic Chaos

Sonic Triple Trouble

Sonic the Hedgehog 4: Episodes 1, 2, and Metal.

Sonic Mania

The intention is to begin sort of... around the time JUST before Sonic Adventure 1 happened in the old rudimentary timeline before Sonic Forces came out and clarified Classic and Modern Sonic were different beings.

Season 1/Game 1: Genesis

The first few episodes of the series will be more dedicated to introducing the characters and Sonic’s new home. We’ll see the new Sonic, the new Tails, the new Knuckles, Amy, Mighty, and Ray for the very first time, and we’ll also get to see some of the characters’ new capabilities as they take on some minor villains or assaults led by Orbot and Cubot for the first couple episodes; but not at all subtly tease at something bigger and better coming, although we’re also shown how frequent scuffles between Sonic and Eggman exactly are, as we see plenty of mention of the Doctor, but he never physically appears.

Then, I’d say at about Episode 5 or 6 out of say, 22-24? Eggman steps in and introduces us to his new Master Plan, as he does. To build a new Death Egg (which, Sonic obviously chides him on doing the same thing a THIRD time.), but, as Robotnik does, he turns out to be serious, and the episodes from there on out are a race against time for Sonic and co. to gather all the Chaos Emeralds from various different zones of various different challenging geographies, fight off villains and giant robots, learn valuable morals, run into some familiar faces, and have a couple laughs along the way.

The climax of the season would come with a few episodes left, where Sonic and Co. finally have all the Emeralds, and they chase Eggman down to the New Death Egg, maybe there could be an encounter with Metal Sonic along the way because nostalgia and to introduce Metal into the continuity, and of course things’ll play out from there, Robotnik gets the upper hand and shows his shit, gets in a giant robot, dukes it out with Super Sonic, and BAM! End of Season/Game!

At the very end of season 1/Game 1 though, I’d like to include a little teaser for Season 2/Game 2 in the form of a familiar-looking escape pod in the middle of a jungle, full of green bubbling fluid, and a flash of red eyes.

Season 2/Game 2: Chaos Emerald Chaos

Right out of the gate in Season 2/Game 2, we’re back in the game as Sonic and Eggman are seen duking it out a while after the first game/season has ended, but in a much different area than we’d seen in Season 1/Game 1. This fight would lead up to the pod in the teaser after Eggman lures Sonic into a dark room with the green glow in sight. By one way or another, maybe on purpose or on accident, this pod breaks open, and something is released from it. Sonic is understandably confused, but then, is knocked down, and a panning shot reveals one of three of our major antagonists for the season/game, Shadow the Hedgehog.

Shadow fucking wipes the floor with Sonic in this first encounter, but instead of finishing him off, Eggman instructs Shadow to leave him be and search for the rest of the Chaos Emeralds instead. Shadow nods and simply leaves via Chaos Control. Eggman, on the meanwhile, begins transporting Sonic back to North Island via dropship, revealing by surprise that this isn’t on North Island, but rather a much smaller place Eggman was using as a trap.

Meanwhile, Sonic’s friends (with Knux noticeably absent) are confused to learn that Sonic has been... committing crimes, upon his return back from a scuffle back with Eggman, and seeming very much unlike himself, always hiding away in the dark and staying away from everyone. When they go to confront him, it turns out that this was actually Shadow, disguised as Sonic, who was simply searching for the emeralds for Dr. Eggman.

Sonic’s friends demand to know where Sonic is, but Shadow kicks all their asses instead, and something about the Master Emerald is mentioned after the fight. We then cut away to Knuckles, who is soon confronted by Shadow.

Shadow puts up a hard fight, but, with the help of the chaos emerald he already had, defeats Knuckles, and goes to take the Master Emerald. But, in a last ditch effort to save the gem, Knuckles shatters the Master Emerald, causing the shards to scatter all across the islands. Shadow, understandably frustrated by this, scoffs and leaves, seemingly fooled into thinking the Master Emerald WAS destroyed. Unknowingly, however, shattering the Master Emerald caused Chaos, slumbering within the Emerald, to awaken.

Knuckles, obviously horrified by what he’s done, abandons Angel Island and sets to work on finding both the pieces of the Master Emerald, and any Chaos Emeralds he can, to stop Chaos before anything goes wrong.

At this point, we go back to Sonic, who finally escapes as the dropship taking him to EggmanLand and, by extension, escapes from the city as he hurries to try to reunite with his friends and tell them what happened.

From there, a combination of the events of Adventure 1 and 2 (with the addition of Metal Sonic and some other characters of course.) would transpire, with Rouge the Bat getting involved with Knuckles due to her finding the shards of the Master Emerald, and the Chaos Emeralds trading hands several times, all up until the Season/Game’s climax.

It would all build with Robotnik planning to use Chaos to terraform the Earth by transforming him into Perfect Chaos, who, once he takes form, begins wreaking havoc on a coastal city on the mainland. At this point, the Chaos Emeralds seem shut off, and even though the Master Emerald is restored, it seems like there’s nothing that can be done. Shadow, having already begun to go through a change of heart when he sees the kind of destruction the doctor’s plans have wrought, and after some choice words from Amy, decides instead to join Sonic and Co. in what seems like their darkest hour. And, Shadow mentions that Chaos only absorbed the negative energy of the emeralds, being in-tune with Chaos Energy himself, he’d know this.

And so, Super Sonic and Super Shadow defeat Perfect Chaos together, Knuckles and the spirit of Tikal work together to seal Chaos back inside the Master Emerald, and the city begins to drain.

Shadow, having felt satisfied with this, then decides to go off on his own for a while, and mentions something about ‘wanting to discover himself’, and ‘trying to decide what Maria would have wanted me to be.’

Oh, and Eggman is finally thrown in prison for literally capsizing an entire city. But don’t worry, he’ll be back.

End of Season 2/Game 2.

Season 3/Game 3: Triple Trouble!

This Eggmanless Season/Game would feature a ‘Triple Threat’, in the form of 3 major villains! And all three of them brand new to the series! We’re introduced to Emerl in this season, as well as Great Kukku XV, and Heavy King.

The entire season would be intense, Team Sonic rushing to get the Chaos Emeralds once again, while the Battle Birds (frequently interrupted by Bean the Dynamite, calling out to his ‘brothers’) and Heavies scramble to get them before the team does.

All the while... Emerl grows stronger and stronger by the minute.

And, in a surprise twist, Emerl, having copied the data of Great Kukku XV and the Heavies, among many others, grows the strongest he ever has, and, like Mecha Sonic in Sonic 3, uses the Master Emerald (likely stolen by Heavy King or Kukku at this point) to attain a Super form, and Emerl becomes a terrifying conglomerate of everything that has led up to this point, Perfect Emerl, the thing originally meant to take down PERFECT CHAOS.

But, luckily, Kukku and King realize when they’ve been beaten, and decide to help Super Sonic take down Perfect Emerl.

End of Season 3/Game 3. But like Season 1, let’s end off on a teaser. How about a small, flickering flame, with a visible shadow?

Season 4/Game 4: Return of Solaris

This is the final season/game I have planned out, although that’s not to say more couldn’t be done with this concept, it’s just about as far as I got. Essentially I was thinking this season could be a retelling and retooling of Sonic 06 with some details omitted or changed up like, for instance:

The romance between Sonic and Elise being outright axed! Matter of fact, while we’re at it, let’s just NOT make Elise a focus character so she doesn’t eat up screentime?

The weird time shit in this season/game being altered with Time Stones instead of Chaos Emeralds!

Less plotholes!

Focus on NONLINEAR timelines with LINEAR storytelling.

Silver is less silly!

Metal Sonic!

The Chaotix! AND THEY’RE HERE TO ACTUALLY BE HELPFUL!

Important Sonic characters being important!

Hey guess what? Eggman’s back and busted out of jail and he’s kicking ass! And he’s totally gonna release Solaris even though that didn’t work out so well for him last time!

Mephiles is still a cool villain! And he gets cool new designs for this series too that don’t stray too far from his original form!

I feel like this season/game would be kind of a hard fusion of Sonic CD and Sonic 06, with elements of Sonic CD being changing the past to ensure the future, and the future/present changing as a result.

The climax of this series would be, well, you know by now. Sonic getting shot in the back, but then revived using the Chaos Emeralds and Time Stones together. But, even with Super Sonic, all seems hopeless, but, Sonic and Knuckles seem to have an idea, and it leads up, to our grand finale:

Solaris, the extra-dimensional being of ultimate power.

Versus

Hyper Sonic, Super Shadow, Super Silver, Super Tails, Super Knuckles, Super Amy, Super Mighty, and Super Ray.

With Solaris finally felled, Sonic and Co. use the last of the energy of their super forms to do two more things.

Vanquish the flame of Solaris and Mephiles, and ensure that Solaris may never return to any Time Stream.

Silver’s future, although still broken, now looks much brighter, and the world is saved for the final time.

End of Season 4/Game 4.

I’m sure these ideas could be tweaked or changed around to span more seasons/games if certain characters or aspects of the series become popular, or if demand for certain characters appearing gets to be enough. Sonic has an immense library of games to do over or retell in this reboot, why not?

And, this is just my idea for it, it doesn’t have to go this way explicitly. My only goal with this was to try to unify the Sonic lore in an interesting, unique manner, but also in such a way that it was new, fresh, and it made sense, most of all!

Opening

This really applies more toward the cartoon part of this reboot, that’s not to say the video game COULDN’T utilize the cartoon’s opening or something, it’s just that the opening is more for the show than it is for the games.

There’s a number of ways to go here, but in my mind, the best way to open a Sonic cartoon? Is the way you’d open a Sonic game. How about a condensed ‘remake’ of Sonic CD’s opening, with a few short clips from the first few episodes thrown in there to get people curious and excited about the show when it first airs?

There’s a cover of Sonic Boom by Crush 40 and Cash Cash just waiting to be used for this very thing!

I also think a condensed (that is to say, censored. I hate to censor a great song but ‘kicking-ass fast’ is a bit much for a show that’s likely gonna be PG-rated.) version of the Zebrahead (aka the BEST) version of His World would make for a GREAT opening.

Or if we wanna piggyback off of the recent success of Mania, how about a condensed version of Friends? Maybe we could even end the intro off on a remake of Sonic Mania’s title theme if we wanna have like, a classic Sonic emblem at the end of the opening.

I’d say the opening should be about... 60% new animation with Sonic platforming around and parkouring like he does or whatever, and about 40% old animation of various clips from the show or maybe even the games if we’re feeling kinda frisky to show off the series we’re about to watch, but also for budgetary reasons and to, again, get people interested in what’s actually IN the show, or maybe we could even do it like Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure’s part 1 opening or something where a couple of important scenes from the very beginning of the show or games are re-animated in a flashy way to achieve the same effect, but also wow the audience. That'd be a huge budget sink though and going a classic clip-show-and-new-shit route may just be the ideal compromise.

Marketing

This next part is also a lot more cartoon oriented, and kinda heavily depends on who’s gonna be sponsoring the show and who’s gonna be running it, but, hear me out.

Part of Sonic’s rise to popularity in the 90s was controversial, competitive advertising. And you know what? I haven’t seen anything really quite like this in a long time (except maybe for cleaner commercials), but, lots of people remember how pushy and in your face these commercials were, and how much they really pushed the superiority of the product they were advertising. So you know what? Let’s bring this back. Let’s bring back Sonic’s violent guerilla marketing campaigns.

It’d be a great throwback as well as a statement about Sonic REALLY comin’ back and comin’ back hot; which might get some new people interested to at least watch a few episodes, and in the process of that, they may find they like the new show/games a lot!

(NOTE: I DON’T HATE NICKELODEON, AND THIS ISN’T EXACTLY WHAT I THINK THE SHOW’S SONIC SHOULD LOOK LIKE, THIS IS JUST A PROOF-OF-CONCEPT OF WHAT I THINK THIS SHOW’S ADVERTISING COULD LOOK LIKE)

Or, if we want to opt for more positive, passive marketing strategies, why don’t we revisit an idea that was misused and make it better?

Idk about anyone else but I actually really like the ‘blue streaks to show where Sonic’s been’ idea that the movie posters did, and I think it has potential to make a really memorable-looking advertisement.

Or, why not opt for a more nostalgic passive approach and recreate some of Sonic’s old box art?

Again, it’d be a great throwback as well as a way to get people interested in the show. Although, if we go this route I WOULD say maybe we should make it a little more interesting than just ‘Sonic 1 pose on a black grid or popart background’? Maybe we should combine these box arts and add the pop-art details for little pops of color while Sonic bursts out of this black-grid frame with a richly detailed drawing of Green Hill in the background? I dunno.

Conclusion

Okay, so. I didn’t get to everything I wanted to explain (like other marketing stuff, merchandising, the new actual GAMEPLAY for these new games, how to write the characters and humor, how I think the general ART STYLE of these new cartoons and games should look, etc.) as a matter of fact, I still have a ton more ideas for this reboot, but, here’s the main point:

Sonic the Hedgehog, right now? Sucks. Because it’s such a mess. It has too many ideas that are going off in too many different directions. The best way to change that, in my eyes, is to start over and try to unify all these broken-up ideas into one. I believe this is possible, while still maintaining a pretty widespread appeal and giving broken, old ideas a second chance to shine, but still being fresh and new enough to have a lasting impact and leave the door open for new content later.

I’m really bad at ending posts like this, but, if you went into this post thinking that Sonic can’t or shouldn’t change, I hope I’ve at least provoked thought on the matter. And, maybe, all those hardworking people at SEGA will decide one day that things need to change, whether by a reboot, rewrite or just... doing something a little bit different.

Maybe then, just maybe.

Our blue blur will really shine again.

- Jenny, of @jennikkugoesoff and @jennikku

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic the Hedgehog Reboot #Sonic Reboot #Sonic #sth #jennikkugoesoff #my rants #my essays

25 notes · View notes

davids-cartoon-corkboard · 5 years

Note

I'm starting to think that Venomous and Shadowy Figure aren't twin brothers but one of them is the turbonic form of Laserblast. It's hard to say for sure which one is the turbo form because while Venomous is similar in personality to Laserblast ( Calm and collected, likes cute animals, romantically attracted to those who show strength. ) it feels like Shadowy Figure is more actively fit, carefree, goofy, and seems to genuinely care for K.O which gives him heroic traits.

I think Venomous and Shadowy Figure are brothers (maybe nottwins), and Shadowy Figure is Laserblast. However, Shadowy isn’tturbo!Laserblast. Which sounds confusing, but I’ll try to explain.

(longish post under the cut)

Coincidences happen all the time in real life. But OK KO isa story, and coincidences don’t happen nearly as often in stories. This storyhas only two purple snake people. Not two prominentpurple snake people, two purple snake people period. And they’re both voiced by Steven Ogg! They’re connected somehow.To fit with the show’s themes of family and identity, they’re either related orthe same person. (If someone can think of a third option that would fit, I’dlove to hear it.)

Ven and Shadowy aren’t the same person. Shadowy is veryfixated on KO and his power. Wouldn’t figuring out how to obtain it be aninteresting and complex project for Ven? But Ven had been dealing withlong-term boredom as of “Boxman Crashes”. Wouldn’t he have at least mentionedbeing frustrated at “not making progress” or being “stuck on a problem”? Thosetwo puzzle pieces don’t fit together.

Also, Shadowy Figure made a huge tactical blunder that wouldn’t have happened if he wasVenomous. When Fink was upset she couldn’t go to the party in “Villain’s Night In”, Ven apologized for disappointing her (via text, but still an apology). Every good parent knows the powerof an apology. And from a strategic standpoint, Shadowy should have apologizedfor hurting KO. I doubt he feels guilty about it, but when has the idea oflying ever stopped people like him? The second time he interacted with KO wasin “Let’s Have a Stakeout”. He acted manipulative, insulted KO, and physicallyattacked him. What if he hadn’t done that? What if he had met KO in the sewersand said, “I’m sorry”?

“KO, I’m sorry for what happened to the Plaza. If I hadknown the true extent of your power I would never have pushed you so hard inthe first place. I wanted to help you, but I wasn’t careful enough and wound uphurting you and many others instead. This is all my fault, and I am so, sosorry.”

Suddenly KO doesn’t feel quite so guilty for wrecking thePlaza, because Shadowy has taken the blame instead. Suddenly this guy isn’t anenemy, but a potential ally who just made a mistake. People forgive KO when hemakes mistakes, shouldn’t he do the same? And so what if Shadowy’s POW cardsays he’s level negative eight? KO’s card obviously isn’t accurate, so maybeShadowy’s isn’t either!

Maybe KO starts to trust Shadowy again, putting him in theideal situation to be manipulated. Carol and Gar and everyone else would thinkhis new friend was evil, so KO can’t tell them he’s visiting Shadowy. Shadowywants to fix this, so maybe it’s okay for him to take a few hair and salivasamples. Both want KO to use this power responsibly, so maybe he’d considerpracticing with it… just a little…

But Shadowy isn’t Venomous, so he messed up and none of thathappened. It would have been so cool,though.

Since Ven and Shadowy are not the same person, they must berelated. I only call them brothers for convenience, they could be cousins orsomething.

Where does Laser fit into this? Well, he’s not dead. Acharacter isn’t confirmed dead if nobody finds the body. And it doesn’t makesense for him to have said “screw this” and gone off to chill on a tropicalisland for the past six to eleven years without letting anyone know he wasokay. He must still be relevant. “Where did Laser go?” and “Where did Shadowycome from?” are questions that easily answer one another.

Both the blue and green orbs activated in the “Let’s Take aMoment” flashback. It’s possible the red orb also activated, removing Laser’spowers. Laser is clearly KO’s father. Children tend to inherit their powersfrom their parents. Shadowy wants KO’s power, but we don’t know the reason. Laserhas a reason, though. Them being the same person would fill in that blank verynicely.

While Shadowy is morecarefree and goofy than Laser, Shadowy isn’t under the pressure of Being a GoodExample, Not Disappointing Foxtail, and Not Blowing His Cover. I’m much morepolite and formal at my job than I am at home. This difference in personalitycan likely be chalked up to a difference in environment. Goofy isn’t inherentlya heroic trait either, Boxman is very goofy but he is absolutely a villain.

I don’t see any evidence for the Laser=Ven idea. While theirpersonalities are similar, it’s possible that’s just due to being raised in thesame environment. Sure, Ven has something to do with turbo power, but hisinterest in KO specifically is minimal, even though KO is apparently a sourceof it. He doesn’t seem to prioritize antagonizing KO over Rad or Enid. He hasno reason to attack the Plaza or its members other than to have fun withBoxman. We haven’t seen him interact with or comment on Carol. His opinion onP.O.I.N.T. seems to be wholly negative instead of wistful or bittersweet. Therearen’t enough strings linking the two for me to think they’re the same person.

Laserblast is Shadowy Figure, and that person is Venomous’brother. “Shadowblast” wants KO’s power so he can restore his own. But thepower he wants isn’t just turbo power. In “Boxman Crashes”, Venbecame more snakelike when he lost his temper. Ven has shapeshifting abilities,but he doesn’t use them a lot because he fights with science instead of hisbody. His brother Shadowy may have also had shapeshifting abilities. But sinceShadowy is a physical fighter, hewould have had more incentive to train and improve his powers.

Perhaps he got so good at shapeshifting he could change intoa human form?

And that is where“Laserblast” comes from. No turbo power, no two identities housed in one body,just regular-ass shapeshifting and a whole lot of lies.

KO’s eyes are typically brown (like Carol’s?), but have beenred, purple, both, or a mix when influenced by turbo power.

Maybe Shadowy hadpurple eyes and tried to change them to red to match Laser’s visor beam, butcouldn’t do it fully? Laser always hid his eyes because one was stuck atpurple. We could see this heterochromia in modern day Shadowy and that will beThe Big Reveal.

But why wouldShadowy undergo such a dramatic change for such a long period of time?

My theory is that Ven and Shadowy are from a formerlypowerful villain family. Shadowy had a mission to infiltrate P.O.I.N.T., butcouldn’t complete it because he lost his powers and permanently reverted to hisoriginal form (except possibly for his red eye). His failure disgraced thefamily. Ven often wears a hat and glasses in public and Shadowy Figure wears ahood because they don’t want to be recognized as members of the disgracedfamily.

Shadowy wants his powers back so he doesn’t have to sneakaround everywhere. Perhaps he even wants to become Laser again, to make up astory about why he was gone so long and return to his former friends. Cob knowshis family won’t take him back.

Shadowy had major shapeshifting abilities, while Carol hasnone. This gives KO minor shapeshifting abilities. Because the abilities are sominor (and possibly because he doesn’t know he has them), they only manifestwhen boosted by turbo power. We can see this in “You’re Level 100”, when KO wasusing turbo power before TKO had fully formed. His eyes, teeth, and claws areclearly different.

KO’s minor shifting powers with enough turbonic energyshould get Shadowy back to his original ability level.

“But David!” you ask. “If Shadowy’s power is onlyshapeshifting, then where does KO’s turbo power come from?”

It comes from Carol. And I know that sounds like a reach,but hear me out. Carol can mimic any combat move she sees. We see this mostoften when she copies Gar’s signature move. But it’s not your standard elbowattack- it also emits a pink energy. This suggests Carol could mimic otherenergy emitting moves.

Remember that turbo collar Ven made for Fink? It worked very well! The only reason it stopped was because it ran out of power. There weren’t any glitches or malfunctions. That means it probably isn’t the first iteration of this project. Perhaps he’s had prototypes for years and years, but hardly made useof them because he a) didn’t have a stable glorb supply, b) doesn’t dohand-to-hand combat himself, and/or c) didn’t trust anyone he might have beenworking with to use it. But he let Fink have it because she’s loyal and theynow have access to Boxman’s glorbs.

The tree under the Plaza is a source of glorbs. Presumablythere’s another one somewhere else underground, as suggested by the glorbcluster Gar sealed up in “GarQuest”. There are likely more of them scatteredacross the world. If we’ve noticedthe similarity between glorbs and the colored orbs, P.O.I.N.T. may have too.Carol’s new outfit in the “GarQuest” flashback suggests she still did somenon-secret hero work after Laser’s death, presumably until she realized she waspregnant. I think she was sent on a mission to make sure a glorb tree didn’tfall under villain control, and got in a fight when she arrived; perhapsagainst Venomous himself, perhaps against someone he used to test the collar on.If Carol fought a collar-powered villain while in a glorb-rich environment, shecould have used her ability to temporarily go turbo herself.

Which could do odd things to a fetus.

While KO has a weaker version of his father’s power, he alsohas a weaker version of his mother’s. “Copycat” becomes “Imprint”. He can copyan energy-emitting ability… but only once, and then he’s stuck with it.Normally he wouldn’t have been able to do this until after he was born, butsince he was essentially soaked inturbo power, he imprinted early.

This would explain why his standard power fist is blue- it’sthe color of a normal glorb. Only under special circumstances can he use theturbo version. It might also be why PKO’s headband and wristbands are blue.

That’s why Carol has no fucking clue what’s going on withher kid. It wasn’t a particularly memorable mission, and she was focused on hergrief. She has no reason to connect it to KO’s situation six to eleven yearslater. Maybe now that Foxtail’s done a heel face turn we can get access to someold mission files.

I’d say, “this is a bit complex for a children’s cartoon”,but Gravity Falls and Steven Universe pulled off some wild shit. It couldhappen!

This was probably way more of a reply than either of us were expecting, haha. But that’s my take on things! Y’all are welcome to bring up new evidence, alternate theories, corrections, etc.

#bluenebelung #ok ko #ok ko theory #tko #professor venomous #shadowy figure #laserblast

51 notes · View notes

galaxystiel · 5 years

Text

so marril96, the person who has been stealing my graphics just called me a c**t.

I accused you of recreating my graphics with no credit or inspiration. You denied this vehemently. I have never mentioned your name publicly, choosing to have the respect for another artist to not call you out - even though this act of maliciousness destroyed my confidence.

I’ve only JUST been able to find the will to make graphics again. I talked about deleting my blog and all my art and leaving tumblr. I’ve been here, in this fandom for six years and I felt like I was being driven out.

Marril96, if you’d like to see what I’m basing my accusation on, I’ve included screencaps below. Maybe this will show you what I couldn’t seem to make you see.

On the left is my graphic. The original, posted October 2017. I even made a tutorial about how to do it. The second is by you, posted two months ago. Absolutely there are differences - but the concept and execution is the same. I came up with the concept of mer!Cas as the challenge prompt. I constantly challenge myself to come up with unique ideas that have yet to be done.

Now please let me clarify - I’m not saying that now I’ve done Mer!Cas, that it can’t be done by anyone else. But this is so obviously a recreation done from my tutorial, that received no credit whatsoever.

It’s not just art to me. It’s my revenue. I’m a broke as fuck student and I rely on every penny I can get. From my redbubble, from the notes my posts get that might make someone donate to my ko-fi, from commissions. You’re taking away potential earnings by making my work less unique.

There are other examples of my concepts and ideas throughout everyone single one of your graphics. Things I do specifically that no other SPN graphic makers has done. Little quirks that betray my own personal touch on photoshop. All I wanted was an acknowledgement of wrongdoing, and a promise of credit if you took something from me again.

But instead, this is what I get.

You called me a cunt. You called Gretchen a cunt. Because we dared to take offence at something shitty that YOU did. You made the lesbophobic post. You chose to create my graphics and not listen to reason. NOT US. I woke up this morning to find a friend telling me I’m being abused, for defending my rights to my own intellectual property.

But here’s the crux of the matter: I never told her to block you. I know the person you’re referring to, and you’re talking about one of my best friends on this website. I flew halfway across the world to meet her in person. She’s an important person to me. Yes, I made her aware of what happened, certainly, the way you seem to have done with your friends. She chose not to block you and I said nothing to dissuade her of that. She can think for herself.

She blocked you because she disagreed with your lesbophobic post, the post you made as a fuck-you to Gretchen, who is an absolute sweetheart. Coupled with her concern that her own graphics might get stolen, my friend chose to block you of her own volition. I don’t own my friend’s minds. I don’t make her decisions for her. It’s insulting to her intelligence that you even think so.

And yet your friend - werewolfbarbie - has blocked me. I’ve never spoken to her. I’ve never made a post that she seems to disagree with - because I don’t make those sort of posts under normal circumstances. But it’s okay for your friends to block me, but not mine to block you?

Hypocrisy.

I will not be called a cunt for something I didn’t do, particularly when YOU are the person doing it? I hope you understand what that makes you.

I have never told anyone to block you. But now I will.

Creators and friends in this fandom: if you value your work and don’t want it to be stolen, consider blocking graphic-thief marril96. If you’re LGBTQIA+, consider blocking lesbophobic marril96. Hell, even if you just support me, please block marril96.

You’re probably going to send people at me now. I’m okay with that. I had respect and kept my issues private. You did not, so now lie in the bed you made.

#signal boost #please #i've had enoughl

268 notes · View notes

kanasmusings · 6 years

Text

[Translation] Growth Drama CD Vol. 3 - Track 3

Here’s the third track~ Man, I love this track so much hngh!! Ryota’s as savage as usual XD

※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission.

Track 3: [懐かしい再会と、今と] “A nostalgic reunion and the present”

Under the cut, enjoy~

Track 3: [懐かしい再会と、今と] “A nostalgic reunion and the present”

(chattering noises in the background)

CLERK A: Welcome! We have quality Hokkaido wine right here! Would you like to try some Hokkaido wine that’s famous for its fragrant aroma and light taste?

CLERK B: Sorry for the wait! We just got finished baking them.

CLERK C: Over here is Hokkaido’s number one taste, the potato! It’s been cut into small pieces and have been deep-fried!

MAMORU: (chomping) So delicious…! (in English) Delicious~!

KEN: Let me try~! (Ken takes a bite) Woah, it’s really delicious!

RYOTA: (takes a bite) Th-this is…!

RYOTA: This taste is the perfect combination between a juicy croquette and the potato’s natural taste underneath the perfectly fried breading. It’s a taste where you can tell the earthy flavour even when it’s covered in bread crumbs. It has a very nostalgic and yet it’s fresh!

RYOTA: What a wonderful croquette!

KOKI: Looks like it matches Ryo’s tastes as well.

KEN: I mean, it’s totally delicious! Mochiduki-san, the croquette from your brother’s stall is the best!

KOKI: Your brother’s such a wonderful person, too.

KOKI: He’s cool as well just like Mochiduki-san but his body’s so well-built like an athlete that it kinda surprised me.

MINATO: (chuckles) Farming does take quite some strength after all. I think it’s expected of him.

MINATO: Even compared to my sister I think I’m the skinniest one. I’m so happy that you even loved the bread.

MINATO: Hokkaido’s food really is delicious and I’d like for everyone to come and visit it someday, too~

MAMORU: Mochiduki-san, please try to get us a job there~ We’re ready to fly off anytime!

KEN: Right~?

RYOTA: Yeah.

KEN: Just like this, Ryo’s on board, too~!

MINATO: Roger! I’ll try to make that a goal.

MINATO: If it’s for first-time visitors, I think it would be good to visit in summer since it won’t be that much of a challenge.

MINATO: But… Maybe now’s not gonna be a good time. Hokkaido’s pretty famous to visit during summer…

KOKI: True. I mean, even the food stalls here are getting quite the attention, too.

RYOTA: They’re trying to experience it before-hand. Oh~ I wanna eat the special jelly over there later.

MAMORU: (patting Ryota on the shoulder) Ryo-kun, Ryo-kun! The melon bread over there looks delicious, too!

RYOTA: (gasps) You’re right! Wanna buy some and bring it to our next work location?

MAMORU: Ah, that’s a great idea! (they both start walking towards the stall)

KEN: Those two sure look perfectly happy being normal customers.

KEN: Oh, Ko, you said you wanted to look at some cheese and stuff. Wanna go?

KOKI: Let me see… After the next meeting we’ll be going home so I think it’d be okay to carry it around frozen for an hour before we reach home.

KEN: What’re you gonna make with the cheese~? You see, I wanna eat some cheese fondue~! I haven’t really tried it, to be honest. Can that be made at home?

KOKI: It’s rare for Ken to request something~ Cheese fondue, huh? I think it’s doable. Lately it’s been popular for stores to sell items as a set so let’s look for some later before going home.

KOKI: So tonight’s cheese fondue, huh?

KEN: Yay~! I’ll help you hold stuff so let’s go buy a lot!

KOKI: Got it~ But only the amount that we can finish eating, okay?

KEN: Yeah, and that’s a lot!

MAMORU: (walking back) Eh, what’s going on? What’s up with you two~?

RYOTA: We already got our melon bread.

KEN: Y-you sure move fast, huh…? Well, we’re in the middle of fulfilling my request.

KEN: We’re having cheese fondue tonight~!

RYOTA: Eh, that’s nice~ I wanna eat cheese fondue, too. I love them.

KEN/MAMO: Oh, you do~

KOKI: Um… Mochizuki-san, the time…

MINATO: Oh, we still have one hour. Perfect for shopping, if I do say so. I think it’s still okay.

MINATO: And also… I heard it from people at the agency but… I guess it’s true that Ko-kun can really cook, huh? That’s amazing!

KOKI: (chuckles) I don’t do it every day, though. It is a hobby of mine so I do so whenever I feel like doing so.

KEN: Ko’s cooking is super delicious! Please come eat with us too sometime, Mochiduki-san!

RYOTA: Ken, let Ko invite and decide, okay?

KOKI: (chuckles) I don’t mind. Mochiduki-san, if you do manage to have some free time then please join.

MINATO: Eh, would that be okay [with you]?

MAMORU: Of course, of course! You’re absolutely welcomed! Oh, I guess this should also be said by Ko-kun (chuckles).

MINAKO: Oh, is that you, Fujimura-kun?

MAMORU: Eh?

GROWTH: Hm?

MINATO: Ah, excuse me. Are you a fan?

MINAKO: Ah, no, I’m sorry. I suddenly called out without thinking.

MINAKO: Do you remember me? I was Fujimura-kun’s former classmate during elementary school.

MAMORU: Could you be… Matsuyama-san…?! The one who taught me piano…?

KOKI: Eh…?

RYOTA: That means…

MINAKO: Yes! I’m that Matsuyama! Matsuyama Minako.

MINAKO: I’m so relieved! You remembered me.

MAMORU: Uwah…! This is so nostalgic!

MINAKO: Really, right? What a wonderful coincidence!

KEN: (whispering) What a coincidence, huh? But, wait… Isn’t the one that taught Mamoru the piano his first love…?

RYOTA: (whispering) Now that you mention it…!

MINATO: (whispering) Eh…?! Those two had that kind of dramatic reunion…?!

KOKI: (whispering) Maybe this is fate’s doing.

KEN: (whispering) Don’t tell me… A forbidden love is about to…!

MINATO: (whispering) I’m so sorry to burst your bubble but, in TsukiPro, you idols are not allowed to be in love. But, as a person, of course I would support it. But… this is too much of a challenge on my first day [as manager]!!

MINAKO: Oh, that’s right. Matsuyama’s my maiden name. Right now I’m known as Sekishima. My name is Sekishima Minako. Nice to meet you.

MAMORU: Eh?! M-maiden name…? So you got married, huh?

RYOTA: (whispering to Minato) Rest assured. It ended before it even began.

KEN: (whispering) My condolences. And congratulations.

MINATO: (whispering) I feel sorry for Mamoru-san but as a manager I feel so relieved.

KOKI: (whispering) Guys, don’t tease him too much.

MAMORU: Um… Let me introduce her again. She’s my former elementary school classmate, Matsuyama—Sekishima Minako-san.

MINAKO: Good afternoon! Nice to meet you. My name is Sekishima Minako.

MINAKO: You’re Growth, aren’t you? It’s my first time meeting celebrities so I’m a little nervous.

MINAKO: Uwah, your faces are so small and pretty, your legs are long, and you’re so refined~! It’s like a completely different feeling, isn’t it~?

KEN: (chuckles) Thank you very much! We’re ready to accept any challenges with a smile and a positive attitude!

KEN: Ah, Sekishima-san, you’re the person who taught Mamoru how to play the piano before, aren’t you?

MINAKO: Oh? Does everyone know about that, too?

KOKI: Yes, before our debut, Mamoru came to visit our high school and he told us about it as one of his precious memories related to school.

MINAKO: Eh~ I’m so happy!

RYOTA: You’re the person who made Mamoru meet music. In other words, you’re like the person who helped bring our songs to life.

RYOTA: Nice to meet you, Sekishima-san. It’s an honor to have met you.

MINAKO: Ah, no. It’s me who should be honored. I’m very moved right now.

MINAKO: Um, I always check and buy your CDs, too!

MAMORU: Eh, really?!

MINAKO: Yep~! I told you before, right? When you become famous, I’d be bragging to the people I know.

MINAKO: And I really do, you know? “I’m the person who taught him how to play the piano!” is what I tell them.

MINAKO: Though they didn’t believe me much, I still felt so proud!

MAMORU: Uwah…! I see! Woah, I’m so happy!

MINAKO: I’m happy, too! You really proved to everyone what I meant when I said you were amazing when we were little.

MINAKO: A professional artist, huh~? This might not mean much coming from me but, you’ve become so great now, haven’t you~?

MAMORU: Th-that makes me a little shy…

MINAKO: That part of you hasn’t changed at all, huh~

MAMORU: (chuckles) If you’re at the event then does that mean you still live in Hokkaido? Did you get married there, too?

MINAKO: Yep! I transferred to Hokkaido during elementary and have stayed there since. I’m still living at Hokkaido now, too!

MINAKO: Oh~! And with someone who’s 13 years older than me, too~ I—

TOHMA: Matsuyama-san, Father’s looking for you.

MINAKO: Ah, Tohma-kun, you looked for me? Thank you.

TOHMA: … These people are…?

MINAKO: Ah, I’ll introduce you! Remember those people on TV that I talked to you about? This is my former classmate, Fujimura Mamoru-kun and—

MAMORU: Good afternoon.

MINAKO: And Mamoru-kun’s friends, Eto Koki-san, Yaegashi Kensuke-san, and Sakuraba Ryota-san, and their manager! The four of them are celebrities, you know?

KEN: Nice to meet ya!

ALL: Nice to meet you.

TOHMA: Heh… I haven’t seen them much but are they popular?

MINAKO: H-hey now!

MAMORU: (chuckles) Well, we’re not exactly actors or performers after all. We don’t really appear much on TV. Singing is our main job. Please think of us as singing brothers.

KEN: We’ve sung at Budoukan once, y’know? We’ll be doing another live soon, too!

MINATO: Exactly! They’re a clear and resounding unit from TsukiPro who’s only going to get more famous from now! Please check them out.

RYOTA: Mochiduki-san, you don’t have to appeal to young children, you know?

TOHMA: Hm…

KOKI: If you like music then I would like to ask for you to listen to us at least once.

KOKI: Our songs are all made by this ‘singing brother’, Mamoru. It’s really diverse and interesting.

KOKI: We have songs that are like the ones used for games, too. Though this is coming from us, I think that we have a lot of really great songs.

KOKI: I would like for you to listen to them sometime.

TOHMA: …! W-well… I-if I have time I’ll listen to them.

KOKI: Yes, thank you.

KEN: (whispering) Looks like the Ko-sama smile works great on children, too.

RYOTA: (whispering) As expected.

MINAKO: I-I’m sorry about that, everyone. Tohma-kun, you heard their names so you have to introduce yourself, too.

TOHMA: I’m Tohma. Sekishima Tohma, 9 years old.

KEN: Nice to meet you!

ALL: Nice to meet you~

TOHMA: Then, Matsuyama-san, Father’s waiting over there. (Tohma runs)

MAMORU: “Matsuyama-san?”

MINAKO: Ah, yes, it’s obvious, isn’t it? I’m my husband’s second wife and Tohma-kun’s his first wife’s son.

MINAKO: I heard that his first wife died from an illness when he was little so it’s kinda… you know…?

MINAKO: I figured that it’s something that can be fixed with time.

MAMORU: I see.

MINAKO: I’ll do my best okay, Fujimura-kun? I feel like I received some courage after talking to you when you’ve become this great!

MAMORU: Eh?

MINAKO: You were the same age as Tohma-kun when I taught you the piano, weren’t you?

MINAKO: If the me from before managed to do a lot for you then, the me now can do a lot more for Tohma-kun I’m sure!

MAMORU: Yep, that’s right, Sekishima-san. I’m really grateful that you introduced music to me.

MAMORU: Thanks to you I managed to meet with such wonderful friends and I live together with such beautiful music every day.

MAMORU: I feel happy every day. That’s why, you should too, okay?

MINAKO: Yes!

MAMORU: Well, compared to me who’s living alone, I think you’re happier with a wonderful husband and child.

KEN: No doubt about that.

MINAKO: (laughs) Now then, thank you, Fujimura-kun. I’m glad I got to talk to you! I’ll be returning to our stall now.

MINAKO: Fujimura-kun, do your best with work from here on too, okay?

MAMORU: Yep, you, too. See you.

MAMORU: (sighs) Somehow I’m overwhelmed. She’s the same age as me and yet she’s already married and has a child.

MAMORU: People really live their lives differently, huh?

KOKI: That’s right.

KOKI: There are some of my classmates who are already married, too.

MAMORU: Heh~ Ko-kun’s friends, huh? Wai—WHAT?!!

MINATO: Woah… That’s quite early, huh? Lately, I feel like the “who can get married first” competition has gone to extremes.

KEN: We just debuted so forget about getting married, we have to work with the love ban for the meantime.

RYOTA: Though Ken’s gonna run away from love even without the ban.

MAMORU: Ah… Ken-kun’s popular but he’s bad at handling things like that, huh…

MAMORU: He’s the type who’ll get pushed and run away, huh?

KEN: WAHH!!! Let’s stop with this topic! We have work, right? WORK! Come on, let’s go! (Ken walks away)

KOKI: (chuckles) He’s right. Let’s go, everyone.

MAMORU: Yessir~ Let’s do our best with afternoon work, too!

MINATO: I’ll send you the map for the next location, okay?

MINATO: It’s a six-minute walk away from here so… please wait a second.

RYOTA: Ken already left though. Oh, wherever shall he go~?1

MAMORU: (laughs)

==END==

TRANSLATOR’S NOTES:

1 Ryota actually says a pun here that kinda only makes sense in Japanese so I translated it to the next closest thing it could be in English ^^

#growth #growth translations #my translations #tsukipro #drama cd #queued post #man i love minako-san #i guess we can all agree that without her we wouldn't have growth XD #thank you Minako-san!!

86 notes · View notes

drink-n-watch · 5 years

Text

I’ve been promising this post for a while now. I did a voice actor version some time ago and it was one of my favourite lists to put together. I think you guys enjoyed it too.

As we all know, an actor’s performance can really drag down an anime. There’s something heartbreaking about a painfully wooden performance in the middle of a wonderful story that rips you right out of the fantasy. On the bright side, I’ve seen more than a few characters go from boring to endearing on the strength of an actor’s charisma. Voice actors don’t have as much to work with as conventional actors. They can’t rely on body movements or smouldering looks to get their message across. So it’s doubly impressive when they manage to convey subtle emotion and complex feelings though inflection and tone alone.

And for me, these ladies do just that.

Today let us celebrate the artistry that goes into bringing some of our favourite characters to life. In no real order we have!

5. Aoi Yuuki

I don’t care how petty it sounds, I’m just going to put this right here. This young woman is shorter than me!!! A musician and traditional actress, Aoi unique voice has made her quite successful in the field. Here are a few selected roles out of the tons she has had:

Hana – Ben-To

Tsuyu – My Hero Academia

Mina – Vampire Bund

The Energetic Ringo – Daily Lives of HighSchool Boys

Sosuke – Free!! (surprised? – I was)

Victorique – Gosick

Mihoshi – Gundam

Russia – Hetalia

Kino – Kino’s journey

Futaba – Persona 5

Iris – Pokemon

Mélie – Radiant

Shinra – Durarara!!

Sunako – Shiki

Borr – SSSS.Gridman

Tanya – Saga of Tanya the Evil

Oh yeah – she’s also Madoka in some magical girl show…

She’s set to play Touka and Boogiepop in the upcoming remake and I am psyched for this!

Not to mention roles in March Comes In Like a Lion, ACCA 13, Asobi Asobase, Welcome to the Ballroom, Gangsta, Gintama, Goblin Slayer, Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens, Hyakka, Hyouka, Your Name, last exile, One Punch Man, Seraph of the End, Sword Art Online II, Tanaka-kun, Tokyo Ghoul, Snafu, Yuru Yuri, and I seriously skipped over most of them. This lady works!

The surprisingly raspy quality of her vocals, and the counterintuitive depth of her tone makes her suitable for a wide range of diverse characters. A small actress with a big voice! Irresistible.

4. Chiwa Saito

Miss Saito has been acting for some time which means she’s had the chance to amass a pretty impressive portfolio. One of my favourite random facts out there, is that she is part of a voice acting groups called “MORE PEACH SUMMER SNOW”. That’s the best name ever. I’m going to rname Buddy that. (His actional name if Sir Buddy Livingston Master Chief Brown). Sadly, she is taller than me.

Yona – Yona of the Dawn

Aika – Aria

Hitagi – Monogatari series

Sigyn – Break Blade

Yuki – Vampire Bund

Chloe – Fate/Kaelid series

Natsumi – Keroro

the fantastic Riko – Kuroko’s Basketball

Louise- Gudam 00

Anita – R.O.D. TV

Kotori – rewrite

Meru – Zetsoubu Sensei

Nadeshiko – Yuru Yuri

She’s also Homura in some magical girl show…I swear I didn’t know this before researching for this post. I never realized how much I liked the Madoka casting before!

Of course there’s like a billion more titles but I’m going to name these ones because, reasons: Amanchu, Arakawa Under the Bridge, Boccano, Berserk, Dog & Scissors, D-Frag, Daily Lives of HighSchool Boys, Gintama, Girls Bravo, Kino’s journey, Last Exile, Log Horizon, Lyrica Nanoha, Murder Princess (I just like this title) One Piece, Sward Art Online, I’m just going to stop now.

You can actually hear her sing in some roles and she truly has a beautiful singing voice. It has a rich timber and she obviously has a great ear for melody. If ever she chose to switch career paths to the musical instead, I’m sure she’d have a great future. We would miss her as an actress though so let’s not encourage that!

3. Megumi Hayashibara

A more classical voice actress and one of the best known in Japan, Megumi almost became a nurse instead. There’s a certain personality that goes along with choosing a career in nursing. Caring but also resilient. You can see that peek through a bit in Megumi’s character and acting choice. Then again, there are so many to pick from I could probably make an argument for any character type.

Pai and IV – 3×3 eyes

Ai – Detective Conan

Haruko – FLCL Progressive

Haruka – Love Hina

Todomatsu – Osomatsu-kun

Paprika and Chiba – Paprika

Musashi – Pokemon

Ranma – Ranma 1/2

Lime – Saber Marionette J

Anna – Shaman King

Lina – Slayers

Ai – Video Girl Ai

Genkai – Yuu Yuu Hakusho

Hello Kitty…this woman is Hello Kitty

The incomparable Faye Valentine – Cowboy Bebop

Probably best known as Rei Ayanami – Evangelion

She can also be heard in Blue Exorcist, Bakuretsu Hunters, Sailor Moon, Blue Seed, Chihayafuru 2, Ghost in the Shell, Patlabor, Macross Plus, Lupin III, Maison Ikkoku, One Piece, Project A-ko, Shadow Skill, the Doreamons, Tenchi Muyou, and obviously a million more shows.

This lady’s body of work speaks for itself. I have to say I was already pretty amazed that spunky, opinionated Faye, with her womanly register and quiet monotone Rei were played by the same person, add in Hell Kitty to the mix and my mind is a little broken…and then you have comedy queen Ranma. This is the type of career you look up to!

2. Romi Park

Did you know that Romi studied Korean in university. I just find that intriguing, obviously she’s always liked languages. Ok I’m beating about the bush so let me just say it, miss Park’s performance was one of the best parts of FMA: Brotherhood for me. I literally caught myself in the middle of scenes just going, OMG the acting is phenomenal. I’ve heard great things about the English language cast but you really are missing ouy if you didn’t catch this performance.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya – Bleach

Teresa – Claymore

Akane – Danganronpa

Tanaka – Daily Lives of High School Boys

Igarashi – Deadman Wonderland

Kenichi – Cyber Coil

Ken – Digimon

Sena – Eyeshield 21

Natsume – Gakuen Alice

Walter – Hellsing Ultimate

Switzerland – Hetalia

Angelina – Black Butler

Taiga – Major

Falis – Murder Princess (love this title)

Temari – Naruto

My precious, precious Naoto – Persona 4

Jiro – Pokemon

Syrup – Precure

Alma – Radiant

Zoe Hange – Attack on Titan

Everyone’s favourite rocker Nana Osaki – Nana

And of course Edward Elric – Fullmetal Alchemist

And if that wasn’t enough, you can hear her in Air Master, Beelzebub, Blue Dragon , Clannad After story, Detective Conan, Devil May Cry, Garo, Granblue Fantasy, Hunter x Hunter, Kill la Kill, Lupin III, Gundam 00, One Piece (everyone is in this), RahXephon, Sengoku Basara, RDG, Samurai 7, Terra Formars (cause it’s terrible), Aquarion, White Album

Romi Parks has the most devastatingly emotional voice I know. She often plays calm, cool and collected genius type characters (a lot of boys as you can see) but when an emotional contrast is needed, she really knows how to deliver, making her characters feel so real and raw. One of the greatest performers in my opinion, she tends to make me want to see a show just to hear what she can do with the character.

Honorable Mentions

Ami Koshimizu

C,mon, she Ryuko from Kill la Kill. Always loved that sexy alto voice! Apparently she was also both Hiro and Naomi in the recent Darling and the Franxx. I loved her as Ibuki in Danganronpa. She was Kallen in Code Geass, Holo in Spice and Wolf and Yuiko in Persona. Obviously I’m skipping over st of her work including some very big roles. I suggest you look her up! The only reason she isn’t on the list proper is that I simply haven’t seen that many of her shows even though a lot are very popular.

1. Megumi Ogata

OK fine so this is a subjective choice. Well they all are really, it’s my top 5 list. Fact is, I’ve been a fan of Megumi Ogata for a long long time and I’m just always going to be. She’s the first voice talent I ever learned about and I absolutely love her work. Sure, she might have voiced a few of my anime crushes but surely that did not influence my choice in any way…. She’s much taller than me.

Ayato – Angel Beats

Haruka (Sailor Uranus) – Sailor Moon*

Jun – Captain Tsubasa

Yukito and Yue – Cardcaptor Sakura*

Makoto – Danganronpa

Nagito – Danganronpa***

Shinji – Evangelion*

Izumi Rio – Searching for the Full Moon*

the terrifying Fairies – Humanity has Declined

Cranberry – Raising Project*

Ichigou Fujimoto – Magical girl Ore

Ken – Persona 3

Yukimura – Samurai Deeper Kyo*

Akagi – Slam Dunk

Valkyrie – UFO Princess Valkyrie

Yuugi – Yu Gi Oh!*

Karuma – Yuu Yuu Hakusho*

And just o drive the point home, here are a few more at random. If you want to full list, you’ll have to look it up. I just can’t type that much! Bleach, Detective Conan, et Backers, Great Teacher Onizuka, Kino’s Journey, Magic Knight Rayearth, Tamayura, Tokyo Mew Mew,

Megumi Ogata is a revered veteran in the field. Comparing Nagito to Makoto (purposefully similar characters with a lot of very similar lines) will reveal her mastery on inflection and subtle vocalisation to embody a character way beyond their dialogue. Anyone still under the illusion that voice acting is simply reading your lines, please see master Ogata’s work!

Good list isn’t it!?! I discover new voice talent all the time mind you. I’ll be watching a show and suddenly realize that the actor is doing fantastic work. And I’m always so happy when I discover a new favourite. So please, share yours with me!

that was a lot of pics to find….

Top Five Voice Actresses in My Harem I've been promising this post for a while now. I did a voice actor version some time ago…

#anime #Lists #Voice Actors #yummy

5 notes · View notes

fucking-zawa-sensei · 6 years

Text

Don’t Kid Yourself: Chapter 9 (FINAL CHAPTER) - It was Always About Love

Title: It was Always About Love

Pairing: Erasermic – Shouta Aizawa|Eraserhead/Hizashi Yamada|Present Mic

Rating: T

Word count: 11k+

Notes: Where do I even start? This was the first multi-chapter fic I’ve ever written. Months and months ago, I wrote a small little drabble that was essentially the beginning of chapter 1 and I posted it on Tumblr and a few people liked it. It was supposed to be some random one shot thing that died there, but the reaction that post got encouraged me to keep going. I had, honestly, no idea what this story was going to be until around chapter 4, and then I realized it was going to be important. This fic was, and probably will always be, my baby. I am so happy and thankful to have been able to share it with all of you. I cannot express how much I love every person who read, shared, commented, or felt anything about this story. I hope that you take something from this. I hope a piece of this story stays with you and warms you on bad days. While there was a lot of angst and suffering, this was always about love and perseverance and forgiveness.

Other Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Please consider leaving me a tip on my Ko-fi here

Read it on Ao3 here

Chapter 9: It was Always about Love

Love is not easy.

You do not love people easily.

You love them hard.

You love them with everything you’ve got.

You love them through all the things that make you say, shit why am I with you?

So you can love them for all the things that make you say, this is why I’m with you.

Love is not easy.

Despite this, Aizawa learns, it’s worth it.

---

When Yamada’s lease is up later that year, they make the decision to split the cost and move in together. Yamada requests they get an actual house, not an apartment, and that it be at least a two bedroom, more than one bathroom, have a kitchen with an island, and enough space to entertain. Aizawa thinks they just need the necessities, and why have a second bathroom if there are only two of them? If Yamada likes things to be so neat and tidy, who cares if people walk through their bedroom to get to the toilet?

Yamada pouts and raises an eyebrow that screams, are you serious, without having to say a single word at all.

Aizawa relents, letting the blond take control of the house hunt, with his only requirement being it isn’t too expensive and they’re allowed cats. He also mentions that he’d like some outside space, whether that’s a balcony, deck, or a small yard.

It would be nice, he thinks, to have a place to lay in the sun with Yamada, or grow a few vegetables.

Yamada had always cared so much more about the flow of a room and color schemes and fabrics than Aizawa ever had. His apartment had the bare minimum, while Yamada’s had something to interest every person who walked through his door.

It’s okay. Aizawa knows it won’t ever be cluttered, the other man a bit of a neat freak, and that’s all he really needs from his home: a clean living space, a good neighborhood, a reasonable distance from work, his cat, and his partner.

Yamada can fill the bookcases with random things, and place strange sculptures on the shelves, so long as he comes home every night and climbs into bed beside Aizawa, it doesn’t matter.

He’ll be happy.

---

The staff room is almost perfectly quiet, save for the occasional paper rustle, clacking of computer keys, or creak of someone leaning back in their chair. That is, until the door slides open with one furious push, rattling as it settles in its track, and Yamada enters, waving a packet in one hand, and shouting, “I did it! I found it!”

Half the people in the room are staring at Yamada as he tugs the door closed, while the other half is shooting Aizawa looks. They’d been dating for several months now, but long before Hizashi ever recognized his feelings for Aizawa, their colleagues had always depended on the erasure hero to calm the blond when he got a bit too excited.

Aizawa quickly saves the document he’d been working on and prepares to be swept up in whatever Hizashi had “found.”

The voice hero runs around the desks and throws himself into his chair beside Aizawa, letting it roll freely with the momentum, as it lightly smacks into the side of Aizawa’s chair. He raises an eyebrow at Yamada.

“I found it,” the other man says.

“What did you find?”

Yamada slams the packet he’d been holding on top of Aizawa’s desk.

“Our home,” Yamada says, grinning.

Aizawa’s eyes widen. Yamada and he had gone on a number of open house visits the past few weeks. Eventually, Aizawa had lost interest, and given Yamada permission to scout on his own, promising that he’d take a look at any space the blond thought might be a good fit for them, trusting Yamada’s taste.

Apparently, Yamada hadn’t just found a few suitable options to pick from.

The blond lifts his hand up off the printout of the house listing, saying, “We can go check it out after class.”

Our home, Aizawa thinks, looking down at the pictures. He picks up the packet and starts flipping through, looking at the specs for the house. It seemed good on paper, but they all had. That hadn’t stopped either of them from finding a problem with any of the previous locations. As much as Aizawa had said he didn’t care where they lived, he’d found himself becoming critical as he watched Yamada, hmmm, and hum as he opened cabinets in a kitchen. If the blond’s face wasn’t lighting up as he ran his fingers over a counter top, Aizawa found himself thinking, this place is terrible.

It’s not good enough.

Aizawa turns his head to look at Yamada, who is still smiling widely and bouncing his leg on the floor.

“Okay, let’s check it out,” Aizawa agrees.

---

Yamada pulls up on the corner of the short driveway, parking on the curb by a black mailbox. The other man quickly hops out of the car, running around the back, as Aizawa gets out slower. The blond is already halfway up the driveway, holding his hands out toward the house like he’s presenting the opening act of a talent show.

Aizawa shoots him a smile before turning his attention back to the house. It’s a light gray colored one story, with a dark, navy blue door, and white trim around the windows. The garage is a one car, attached to the house, with a white door. The roof is also a dark, almost black blue. It has a few windows in the front of the house, but not many. Aizawa wonders if this is because of the one place they’d visited with large, bay windows facing the street, and how it had made both Yamada and he instantly uncomfortable. As professional heroes, privacy was important to them.

He follows Yamada up the slate walkway toward the front entrance. There’s a small overhang and white porch. It’s enough for maybe one chair and a potted plant, but certainly not enough space for both of them to comfortably sit outside. So far, Aizawa is wondering why Yamada would be so enthusiastic about a house with a rather dark color scheme and a small entrance.

That is, until Yamada unlocks the door and pushes it open, stepping aside to allow Aizawa to enter first.

There’s a small genkan, stepping up into a hallway with light wood floors. There’s a wide opening to the left, which Aizawa can already see leads to the kitchen. Yamada and he had wanted a somewhat open floor plan, so he’s pretty sure there’s probably a living room beyond the kitchen. The hallway has some closed doors, probably bathrooms and bedrooms, or possibly a study. There’s a window at the end of the hall, but from this far away he can’t see clearly what’s outside it.

Yamada takes his hand and guides him through the opening to the kitchen. It’s got a charcoal tiled floor, some sleek, modern looking sleet colored cabinets, white, shiny countertops, stainless steel appliances, and a small island. Yamada leans up against the counter by the sink and crosses his arms, beaming at Aizawa.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Looks nice,” Aizawa says, opening a cabinet.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of space for dishes and things,” Yamada says. “Plus, we got an island!”

He’s already talking like we own the place, Aizawa smiles to himself as he shuts the door. Yamada had clearly already fallen in love with the place. Aizawa pictures the other man chopping up food on the island, or rinsing salad in the sink. He imagines pulling up stools and eating simple breakfasts together as light streams in from the window above the sink.

“I like the white and grey,” Aizawa says, before making his way around the island to walk into the living room.

The family who staged it had the couch back facing the kitchen to create some division between the rooms. There’s a reset alcove in the wall that he hadn’t noticed, where a table and bench seats with cushions are tucked away, windows lining the space above the seats and table. He’d wondered what the little bit of house sticking out of the side had been for when standing outside. Aizawa likes their use of space. He can imagine lining up plants in the windowsills, maybe herbs and small vegetables they could use for cooking. Continuing past the alcove, he steps around the couch into the living room. It’s decently sized, with a plush, tan carpet. He walks around the space a bit.

“Shouta!” Yamada calls him, and Aizawa turns around from where he’d been looking at a staged photo of a family sitting on a bookshelf. The blond is standing by some large curtains. “This is the best part.”

Yamada pulls the curtains back to reveal a huge sliding glass door. The wide windows reach from floor to ceiling and let in a remarkable amount of light. Aizawa’s eyes widen a bit as he looks down at where the sunlight is casting a large square on the floor, right by where the sellers had placed their kotatsu. He thinks about Yamada and he curled up on pillows, lying in the sun.

He’s pulled out of the fantasy by the sound of the door sliding open. He turns to see Yamada walking out onto a small wooden deck. Aizawa follows slowly behind, walking out onto the platform just as Yamada is taking the single step down onto the grass.

It’s not a large yard by any means.

It’s quite small, with a light wooden fence separating it from the neighbors. It has a short, blue shed that probably can’t fit more than a few shovels. There is a little garden in the back, tucked into the corner, where the owners seem to have been growing some sort of vegetables. It’s got a couple trees lining the edge of the fence, and some weeds poking out from under the deck.

It’s not a big yard, but Aizawa’s eyes aren’t really focused on it.

Yamada stands in the center of the lawn, his hands hanging loose at his sides, his shoulders relaxed, and his long hair swaying a bit against his back with the gentle breeze. Yamada’s head is tilted, and he’s staring up at the sky, and in that moment, Aizawa sees a different man.

He seems a man with long silver hair and creases in the corners of his eyes, with a few more scars littering his skin, but deep laugh lines framing his mouth. He sees a golden ring stealing the summer sun as it glistens on the man’s left hand.

Yamada turns around, his mouth moving, but all Aizawa sees is the blond older, married, retired, with a large garden full of flowers and tomatoes and cabbage, with an old, once loved, but long since neglected swing tied to the limb of one of the trees, drifting back and forth in the wind.

He doesn’t hear what Yamada is saying, but he knows he’s asking a question. He swallows, his throat feeling a little tight.

They’d only been dating for half a year and here he was picturing himself married to the other man, having kids with the other man. Some part of Aizawa thinks he should probably feel weird about that, think that maybe they’re moving too fast, but most of him thinks it doesn’t matter at all. He’d known Yamada for half his life.

From where he was standing, they were taking things slow.

“Shouta?” Yamada asks, approaching him. “Hey, you there?”

Aizawa nods slowly.

“I asked what you thought about it,” Yamada says. “I know it’s not a big yard, but I think it’s enough space for us, don’t you?”

Aizawa nods again.

Yamada frowns.

“You don’t like it?”

Aizawa shakes his head, bringing his hands up to rub at his eyes.

“No, Hizashi,” he says. “I really love it. I really, really love it.”

Aizawa pulls his hands away from his face and reaches out to pull Yamada close, cupping his cheek with his hand and bringing him into a kiss. Yamada happily obliges, kissing back, lifting his arms around Aizawa’s shoulders. When they finish and pull apart from one another, the blond laughs.

“You mean it?” he asks. “Do you think you could picture us in this house together?”

Aizawa thinks, if you only knew.

“Yes,” Aizawa says, kissing Yamada again. “I can. I want to live here, Hizashi. I want to make this place our home. You were right. This is the one.”

Yamada’s smile is breathtaking.

“You haven’t even seen the bedrooms and you’re already sold!” Yamada laughs, taking his hand to pull him back inside.

Aizawa thinks, after fifteen years of this, he’d have gotten used to it by now.

That’s the thing about love, though, it can always grow.

---

In retrospect, they should have ordered the new bed set before they closed on the house. Aizawa’s old bed was too small to comfortably fit both of them, and according to Yamada, had ‘an indentation matched perfectly to Aizawa’s body.’ Yamada’s bed was even smaller, impulse bought when he needed something to sleep on after moving out of Imai’s apartment.

Aizawa was used to sleeping on couches and in his sleeping bag, but even he had to admit he was getting sick of waiting around for a mattress to arrive. The manufacturer, warehouse, and deliverers had all made the whole ordeal a headache at one point or another. Two weeks was too long to swap back and forth sleeping on the couch from Yamada’s apartment or on the floor every other night. They’d started the first night trying to cram both their bodies on it together, but that hadn’t lasted more than a few hours, when Yamada jerked in his sleep and stabbed Aizawa in the stomach with his pointy elbow.

Now, finally, Aizawa stands against the wall of their bedroom, watching Yamada direct the delivery team where they want the bed to be, as if it wasn’t already obvious by all the surrounding furniture the blond had set up in the room. The two nightstands were a pretty big giveaway. People didn’t traditionally leave giant gaps between two tiny tables in the middle of a room.

When they’ve got the frame down and are assembling it, Yamada walks over to him, huffing a bit as he runs his hand through his hair.

“How is it that the bed is here and they’re still trying to ruin me?” Yamada whispers, leanings against the wall next to Aizawa. He rests his head on Aizawa’s shoulder.

“What happened?” Aizawa asks, tilting his head over to lie atop the blond’s.

“They thought it wouldn’t fit where we wanted it,” Yamada explains. “I measured the space like four times.”

Aizawa snorts.

“They don’t know you’re a freak about this stuff,” Aizawa jokes, nudging Yamada’s side. “Give them the benefit of the doubt. You can tell them ‘I told you so’ when they’re done.”

“I guess so.”

“Come on, let’s leave them to their work,” Aizawa says, pushing off the wall and taking Yamada’s hand. He pulls him along out of the bedroom and away from the stress of the delivery team shouting instructions back and forth to each other. They walk out of the room just as someone is saying “Watch the wall!” and Aizawa tightens his grip as he feels Yamada pull back.

“It’s going to be fine,” Aizawa says, tugging Yamada into the hall.

“We just painted that…”

“We can repaint, it’s fine. The headboard will cover anything,” Aizawa says, leading Yamada into the kitchen. He pulls the other man into his chest and holds him there for a few minutes, rubbing his hand up and down Yamada’s tense back. “It’s fine, stop stressing.”

Yamada takes a deep breath and smiles.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“We get to sleep in a bed tonight, that’s something to look forward to.”

“Or we might not,” Yamada says.

Aizawa pulls back a bit, raises an eyebrow.

“Might not?” Aizawa asks. “You want to sleep on the floor again?”

Yamada gives him a sly smile, tilting his chin down to look at Aizawa from under his lashes.

“I’m just saying there might not be too much sleeping happening on that bed,” Yamada winks at him and Aizawa snorts, pushing the other man away lightly.

“Right, okay, says the man who threw a fit two days ago when we were making out on the couch because his back hurt.”

“You were rough…” Yamada pouts.

“I laid you down on a cushion, Hizashi.”

“It’s a hard cushion.”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” Aizawa rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

Yamada breaks his pout to laugh and wrap his arms back around Aizawa’s neck, pulling him into a kiss.

“You know, when I picked out that couch I was really happy with it, but now I kind of hate it.”

“We are not getting a new couch,” Aizawa warns.

“Boooo,” Yamada whines and drops his hands down from Aizawa’s shoulders.

Aizawa backs up to lean against the island, watching as Yamada opens the cupboard above their stove to pick out some tea. The blond starts boiling some water and Aizawa keeps thinking how if sleeping on the floor for two weeks is the worst thing that’s happened to him in that same length of time, he can’t really complain too much.

“Sencha or Oolong?” Yamada asks, holding out the two containers. Aizawa reaches out to tap the tin of Oolong tea.

“Should we offer some to the workers?” Yamada asks, turning around to grab two mugs.

“That depends, how fast do you want this bed?”

Yamada sticks out his tongue from over his shoulder.

“Oh shush, it can’t be too much longer now…”

It is.

It takes them three hours to put the bed together, one of the workers having to run out halfway through because they’d forgotten some part of the headboard.

It’s alright, though, because by the time they’re done, Aizawa is feeling an awful lot like he could use a bed to nap on. While Yamada kindly pays the delivery and build teams, chit chatting a bit in the entranceway down the hall, Aizawa lies down on their new bed and shuts his eyes. He listens to the sound of Yamada’s voice and only startles a little bit when he feels the familiar dip of the bed signaling his cat, Mai, has just decided to join him.

The door shuts and latches and Aizawa hears feet padding down the hall. He’s expecting the more pronounced shift in the mattress that comes with Yamada climbing onto the bed. He opens his eyes just as the blond is lying down on the other side of where Mai has stationed herself by Aizawa’s chest. Yamada props his head up on his hand and begins slowly petting the cat from head to tail in long, methodical strokes. It only takes a few seconds before she starts purring away. Aizawa smiles at the two of them, his gaze drifting down. He feels his eyelids getting heavy.

“Hey Shouta,” Yamada says. His voice sounds a bit timid, and Aizawa is surprised, when he looks up from where he’d been watching Yamada’s fingers coast through Mai’s fur, to see that Yamada is nibbling at the corner of his lip.

“Yeah?” Aizawa asks, the sleepy feeling that had been seeping into his body quickly dissipating. He watches Yamada’s face, but the other man keeps his eyes focused on Mai.

“Remember when I was dating Haru and I wanted to get a cat, and I invited you to come with me, but you said that was something I should have done with him?” Yamada asks quickly, rambling a bit.

Oh.

He wanted a cat.

Aizawa isn’t sure why the other man would ever be concerned about asking Aizawa about getting cat, but he reaches out his hand to place it atop where Yamada’s is still resting on Mai’s back. He rubs the side of Yamada’s hand with his thumb encouragingly.

“Yeah,” Aizawa says.

Yamada looks to the side once, and then finally glances up to meet Aizawa’s gaze.

“Do you think Mai might like a friend?”

“I think she would love a friend, Hizashi.”

The blond’s face erupts into a grin and he laughs a bit, letting out a big breath of air in the process.

“Why did you think I’d say no?” Aizawa asks, stroking Yamada’s hand again.

Yamada sighs, and for one second Aizawa thinks things are about to take a turn, but Yamada gives him a soft, bashful smile instead.

“I don’t know,” Yamada laughs. “I guess...it just reminded me of when we weren’t happy.”

When we weren’t happy…

“But we are now,” Yamada quickly says, reaching across Mai to stroke Aizawa’s cheek with his thumb. “So it’s okay. I can get a cat. No, we can get a cat. That’s what you do when you have someone you love, right? You share.”

“I think most people share things that aren’t alive, but yes, I get what you’re saying,” Aizawa chuckles.

He’d remembered clearly thinking that it was odd for Yamada to have come to him about wanting a cat when he’d been seemingly happily living with and loving another man. He’d thought that was something you did with a partner.

It’s not just your cat when you live with someone else. It’s both of yours cat.

Maybe that had been a sign, back then, that Yamada’s and Imai’s relationship was not the fairytale he’d thought it was. Yamada hadn’t wanted to share a pet with him. Even if Yamada hadn’t realized it, some part of his subconscious had.

He didn’t have faith that they’d last. You don’t buy a pet with someone if you think you’re going to have to decide who gets it in the break up.

Aizawa places his hand atop where Yamada’s is touching his cheek.

“For the record,” Aizawa says. “Mai is your cat now too.”

Yamada’s eyes widen.

“What? Really?” he asks, excitedly.

“Yeah, but since she’s slept on you, you also belong to her. I don’t make the rules.”

Yamada drops his head down onto the pillow and laughs.

It sounds relieved.

It sounds giddy and happy the way it did when Aizawa had agreed to move in together.

As if Yamada is still somehow unsure that it’s all real, that he’s doing this right, that this time it’s for real.

Aizawa lays his head down on the pillow as well, reaching out to scratch Mai under her chin. In that moment, he promises to make sure Yamada doesn’t have to hesitate before asking for something ever again.

A house.

A pet.

Aizawa knows what the next big question is, and he knows it won’t be for a long time, but he hopes it comes out confident and strong, without any doubts.

So he can answer that way as well.

---

Yamada watches from across the room as Aizawa is handed a small, calico kitten from one of the adoption staff. It immediately nuzzles into his neck, its little claws latching onto the fabric of his shirt. He smiles at the scene, sighing lightly as he scans the room.

Something rubs up against his ankle and he looks down to see a tuxedo cat walking around in a figure eight pattern beneath him. The cat’s head butts into his calf and Yamada carefully crouches down to one knee to reach it. He sticks his hand out in the air and lets the cat sniff at him before going in to pet its head.

“That’s Habiki,” a woman says from above him. Yamada looks up and nods.

“How old is it?” Yamada asks, the cat ducking down beneath his hand when he goes to pull it back, demanding more pets. Yamada happily complies, stroking over its head and back, then scratching under its chin. His eyes widen when he feels the small vibration there, the cat purring.

“We can’t be too sure, but we’re guessing he’s around a year and a half to two years,” she says. “He’s very friendly for a street cat.”

“I’ll say,” Yamada laughs. He shifts to sit on the floor in a cross-legged position and Habiki tentatively climbs into his lap and curls up. Yamada continues running his hand through his black and white fur.

“Do you want me to get his file? I can tell you more about him,” the woman says. Yamada looks up at her again and she’s holding a clipboard to her chest, smiling down at him. “It looks like you two are getting along pretty well.”

Yamada nods, laughing again, not really sure what to do with his mouth other than smile and giggle. He felt giddy, surrounded by so many cute cats and happy people rescuing pets.

“I would like that, thank you,” he says.

As she’s about to turn around he calls out to her, “Wait!”

She pauses, surprised at his sudden yell.

“Sorry, sorry,” Yamada says, bashfully, lowering his voice. “Can you tell that man, with the long dark hair, to come over here?” Yamada points at Aizawa as he speaks and the woman nods.

“Sure, will do!”

He looks back down to the cat in his lap, still petting his back. Yamada lets out an “Awww” when Habiki lifts up his little white paw and places it gently atop where Yamada’s other hand is resting on his leg.

“You’re the cutest thing in the whole world,” Yamada says softly to the cat.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I think I could name something cuter,” Aizawa says from above him.

Yamada snorts, looking up to meet Aizawa’s gaze. The other man is standing with his hand on his hip, a small, half-smile on his face. Yamada pats the floor next to him and Aizawa sits down.

“His name is Habiki and he’s around two years old,” Yamada explains. Aizawa nods, reaching to offer his hand to the cat the same way Yamada had a few minutes ago. Habiki bumps his nose against Aizawa’s pointer finger and, taking that as acceptance, Aizawa scratches his chin and pats his head.

“He’s cute,” Aizawa says. “Do you like him?”

Yamada shrugs. He hadn’t really looked at any of the other cats. There was a piece of him that said he should look around more, not fall in love with the first cat he sees. As his gaze shifts around the room, though, his eyes land back on Aizawa’s slowly growing smile, leant over his lap, as he plays with Habiki’s paw.

Browsing around hadn’t proved to be much of a help in the past.

Yamada thinks about the way his stomach had flipped the first time he’d made Aizawa laugh in high school.

He’d made the mistake of not going with his gut before.

Yamada moves his hand off his thigh to find the one Aizawa isn’t petting the cat with, intertwining their fingers. The erasure hero spares him a quick glance before focusing back on Habiki.

“Yeah,” Yamada says. “I like him.”

“You want to adopt him?”

Yamada nods, smiling down at Habiki as he rolls onto his back, batting at Yamada’s fingers with his paws.

“Great, me too,” Aizawa says.

---

“Calm down, you’re jostling the carrier,” Aizawa warns him with a hand on his knee. Yamada gets his legs back under control, forcing his nervous tic to a halt so he doesn’t disturb their new cat on the drive home.

Aizawa rarely drove when he lived alone, preferring public transportation, and now that they lived together Yamada nearly always took them everywhere. When they’d walked outside of the adoption clinic, Yamada holding the carrier with Habiki up in front of his face as they headed toward the car, making little faces at the cat as he stuck his finger through the bars to pet him, Aizawa had offered to drive so Yamada could comfort the cat.

He was grateful, despite what he’d said, Yamada knew most of the reason Aizawa had suggested driving was for the blond, not the cat.

They’d been dating for so long now, but every day since he’d confessed in that park, Yamada was amazed in new ways at the subtle, small gestures Aizawa made on a daily basis. How had he not seen these things sooner?

Aizawa had always been kind to him, had always put up with his teasing and boisterousness.

This wasn’t the first time he’d told Yamada to calm down with a level voice and gentle touch. Yamada was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

He didn’t ever want there to be a last.

“Why are you nervous? You know I’ve fostered cats before. Mai isn’t territorial,” Aizawa asks, breaking Yamada out of his thoughts.

“Mmm, yeah I know.”

“So what’s wrong?”

Yamada shakes his head, shrugging. “I don’t know, I’m just worried he won’t like it? Or he’ll be scared?”

“They said he gets along well with other cats,” Aizawa assures him. “All cats hide when they’re first introduced to a new place. Don’t worry about that. We can keep him in our bedroom so he’s not overwhelmed.”

“Yeah, that sounds good!” Yamada agrees. He slips some of his fingers between the bars and Habiki rubs his face against them. “Mai will be upset she can’t sleep with us.”

“Eh, she’ll get over it.”

“So cruel, Shouta,” Yamada teases. He bends down to peer into Habiki’s crate. “I won’t ever banish you like that.”

“Banish?” Aizawa scoffs.

“Yes, you’re banishing her from the bedroom. So mean! How will she go on?”

“I don’t know, maybe I should banish someone else and she’ll have some company,” Aizawa says, smirking and raising an eyebrow at him as they come to a red light.

Yamada feigns shock, placing his hand over his heart and leaning back in his seat.

“You’d never,” he says.

“Wouldn’t I?” Aizawa can’t keep it together though, snorting quickly after he speaks and laughing as the light turns green and the car starts moving again. Yamada joins in after him, resting his head against the window as he catches his breath.

“You love me too much to do that,” Yamada says cockily.

There’s a pause, and he glances over to see Aizawa staring at the road again, a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah, I do.”

---

After a few weeks, Habiki is happily settled into their home.

Yamada had gotten used to waking up facing Aizawa, Habiki curled into a little ball between their stomachs, and Mai tucked around Aizawa’s head. She usually stuck to his pillow, but on occasion, when Aizawa had shifted closer to Yamada in his sleep, he’d feel her soft purrs vibrating through their shared pillow. When there wasn’t room for Habiki between them, he’d place himself somewhere near their feet.

It was a content, warm dynamic. He was overjoyed the first night Mai was invited back into the bedroom and no hisses were exchanged.

Today, the morning sunlight came bursting through the curtains they’d neglected to close the night before, and falling on his face. He was a little confused, used to waking up laying the other direction, but realizes after a small shift that Aizawa is pressed into his back, one of his hands resting lazily on Yamada’s belly. Small snores trickle out beside his ear.

Yamada snuggles himself backwards into Aizawa’s embrace, sighing contentedly as the other man reflexively tightens his hold. He closes his eyes and something soft nudges his arm. Cracking an eye open, he sees Habiki has moved up to join them, curling into Yamada overtop Aizawa’s hand. He reaches out to pet Habiki’s head, keeping his movements slow and fluid as to not disturb the sleeping man behind him.

Habiki lets one a tiny meow and Yamada tries to shush him, but the cat takes this as encouragement instead, crying louder now, demanding they get up and provide food.

“Biki…” Yamada sighs. “Shush.”

Aizawa’s steady breathing gets uneven as he sucks in a large breath, the kind people do right before they wake up. He lets it out against Yamada’s back and rolls over, his hand dragging through the dirty blond tufts of hair on his stomach and over his hip before plopping down on the mattress. Yamada flops over onto his back beside Aizawa.

He glances up behind Aizawa’s head and sees Mai laid out at the edge of his dark hair, not making any noise, but the way her eyes are half-lidded, so much like her owner’s, it seems an awful lot like she’s judging him. I’m better behaved.

Yamada sticks his tongue out at her, even though she does nothing more than blink at him, and shifts onto his side, tucking an arm under his head. He reaches out his other hand to play with the short dark hairs on Aizawa’s chest.

“Good morning,” Yamada sings.

“Mmmm...morning,” Aizawa grumbles out. He turns his head to kiss Yamada’s lips briefly.

“Shouta,” Yamada says, with his voice a little softer. He scoots in closer to the other man, sticking a leg out to hook around Aizawa’s calf.

“Hmm?” Aizawa hums lazily, eyes still closed. He moves his hand out from behind his head though, scooting it underneath Yamada’s body to wrap around his shoulders, bringing Yamada’s head onto his chest.

“I was thinking,” Yamada starts, twirling his finger in a circle atop Aizawa’s skin. “It might be nice to have Haru over. He could meet Habiki.”

There’s a solid beat of silence and Yamada thinks for a second Aizawa will say no. It makes sense. Aizawa had accepted that Yamada still sought friendship in Imai, and didn’t particularly seem to mind the other man now that Yamada was securely in a relationship with him, but the blond could understand wanting to keep his ex out of their house. He wouldn’t blame Aizawa for not wanting to let Imai get too close.

So he’s a little surprise when Aizawa says, “Sure,” in a voice that, while still laced with exhaustion, is rather upbeat for him.

“Really?!” Yamada asks, gasping a bit in excitement.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Yamada bites down on his lip for a second.

“I was worried you wouldn’t want Haru to visit.”

“Imai is nice. He’s your friend,” Aizawa says. He opens his eyes and looks down at Yamada. “I don’t mind that you dated. If he hadn’t talked to you, we wouldn’t be here. This isn’t weird for me, don’t worry about it.”

“You’re sure?”

“If you trust him, I trust him,” Aizawa says, shutting his eyes again. Yamada grins, pushing himself up to grab Aizawa’s chin and tilt it toward him, pressing his lips against the other man’s. When he pulls away, Aizawa’s eyes are open again, looking clearer than usual.

“Thank you, babe,” Yamada says. Aizawa rolls his eyes at the pet name, but Yamada notices the way his cheeks flush for a moment.

“You have to make me breakfast, though,” Aizawa mumbles out.

“What? I don’t remember that being part of the deal,” Yamada huffs, lightly smacking Aizawa’s shoulder. Just as he lies back down, Habiki jumps onto his stomach and Yamada lets out a gasp of surprise, whining a bit.

“You have to make him breakfast too,” Aizawa comments from beside him, reaching out to rub approvingly behind Habiki’s ears. Yamada pouts as Habiki’s eyes scrunch shut and he begins to purr.

“I see how it is, teaming up against me.”

“Only because we love you,” Aizawa says, and if Habiki somehow understood his words, the cat walks up Yamada’s chest and butts his head against the blond’s chin, cracking Yamada’s pout and forcing a laugh out of him.

“Okay, okay,” Yamada says, nudging the cat away from his face. “I’m up, food time!”

Yamada claps his hands together and pushes himself off the bed, tugging on Aizawa’s foot through the blankets as he makes his way toward the door to go start breakfast.

“No falling back asleep.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You absolutely would,” Yamada says, blowing him a kiss and walking out of their room.

He sends Imai a text to see when he can make it over while he’s preparing breakfast, and they decide it would be nice to order some dinner and make a night of hanging out. Yamada is a little nervous, as the hours tick closer to evening, not having hung out with Imai and Aizawa at the same time since before they’d broken up over a year ago.

Aizawa seems to pick up on this, lying carelessly on the bed, flipping through some tests he’s grading, as Yamada selects an outfit. He throws out a quick, “Navy blue looks good on you” before Yamada can even begin to let his anxiety dictate his wardrobe. It’s not that he really wanted to show off for Imai, but Yamada’s clothes always reflected his moods. When he’d been going through his break up, he’d worn baggy hoodies and pieces of outfits that didn’t quite go together.

Now, his life was going great.

So he wanted to look great.

He also kind of wanted Aizawa to look great, and without saying anything, the other man had tugged on a lovely cable knit black v-neck sweater and grey jeans. This was just for him, though, it had nothing to do with Imai.

Any excuse to see Aizawa dressed up was one he’d happily use.

Yamada picks out a navy blue button up and slips it on over his baby blue undershirt, allowing it to poke up out a bit at the top. When he’s done buttoning most of the shirt, he walks over to the bed, placing one knee on the mattress and leaning into Aizawa’s space.

“What do you think?” Yamada asks.

“Kaminari is going to flunk,” Aizawa says, not looking up from the test in front of him. Yamada knows he’s kidding, but it makes him bite the inside of his cheek regardless.

He brings his other leg up onto the bed and shuffles into Aizawa’s space, taking the stack of papers from his hands and placing them on the bed beside him. Yamada straddles Aizawa’s lap, gripping the other man’s hands and forcing them onto his hips, then pushing them around to his ass, tucked inside his tight black jeans.

“I asked,” Yamada says, pushing his body back into Aizawa’s hands. “What do you think?”

Aizawa’s mouth opens and his pupils are growing wide and because karma is a bitch, the doorbell rings. Aizawa’s eyes snap shut and his hands drop down as Yamada quickly lets go of them. They both groan in unison.

Yamada almost wants to pick up his phone and tell Imai to take a few laps of the neighborhood for an hour, see the sights.

“You had to invite him to see your cat, didn’t you?” Aizawa groans, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“You were all for it this morning,” Yamada comments, sitting up and swinging his leg over Aizawa’s pelvis and sliding off the bed.

“That was before you propositioned me in the bedroom.”

Yamada laughs, pulling at Aizawa’s hand.

“Come on, come on, let’s go!”

Aizawa stands up and moves to walk around Yamada, but he tugs him down into a kiss instead, pushing his hand into the other man’s shorter hair, pulling at the strands a bit as he opens his mouth to let Aizawa’s tongue explore inside. Yamada steps forward, pushing his hips against Aizawa’s briefly before they pull apart.

“Seriously, if you keep this up, I am going to tell him to leave.”

As if he’d heard the taunt, the doorbell chimes again. This time it’s followed by a few quick meows from Habiki.

“Coming!” Yamada calls out, turning his head toward the door. Just as he’s stepping out of Aizawa’s embrace, he hears the other man mutter out, “You wish you were” and Yamada has to fight back the blush creeping up his neck the whole way down the hall.

He shoos Habiki and Mai away from the entrance and opens the door, smiling wide at the sight of Imai.

“Come on in!” Yamada says, stepping aside to allow the other man to enter. He’d seen Imai a few times since he’d started dating Aizawa, but something about him tonight seemed a little brighter than before.

A little happier, perhaps, and Yamada’s heart flips happily at the idea of Imai also finding the person who he’d been so desperately searching for, someone who deserved all the light and wisdom Imai had to offer.

Aizawa comes out of their bedroom and nods his head toward Imai, saying, “Hi, welcome to our home.”

“Thank you,” Imai says, shrugging off his coat and shoes. Yamada takes the jacket from his hands to place on one of the hooks by the door.

Imai’s hair is cut shorter than the last time he saw it, framing his face nicely. Yamada points to his own hair and then to Imai, saying, “New do! I like it!”

Imai laughs, thanking him.

“So where is this new member of your family I’ve been hearing so much about?” he asks.

“Sweet baby, Habiki? Our prodigal son!”

“Our what?” Aizawa asks from behind Imai.

Yamada lightly tugs Imai’s sleeve to get him moving and then grabs Aizawa’s hand, pulling him along into the living room. He drops down onto the couch, Aizawa slipping into the spot beside him, and Imai taking a spot in the close by armchair.

“Watch this, it’s magic,” Yamada says, patting his hands against his thighs. Immediately, little pattering feet come tip tapping from the kitchen and Habiki jumps up onto Yamada’s lap.

He scoops the cat into his arms, rocking him like a baby, and holds him out to Imai.

“This is him!” he says.

“Wow, what a cutie!”

“Right!?” Yamada exclaims, lifting Habiki up in his lap to rub his cheek against the cat’s soft fur. “He’s the cutest cat in the whole world!”

As if on cue, Mai lets out a little meow of protest from where she’s curled up on the other arm chair.

“He doesn’t mean it,” Aizawa turns to tell her, holding up his hand as if he’s telling a secret. Yamada laughs at the gesture. When he looks back toward Imai, he’s surprised to see him leaning casually into the arm of the chair, his chin propped up on his hand, staring at Yamada and Aizawa with fondness.

“I’m so happy for you both,” he says.

Yamada stops petting Habiki, who had rolled onto his back on the man’s lap and bats at Yamada’s unmoving hand.

“Thank you,” Aizawa says.

Yamada’s head quickly turns to look at his partner. He’d been nervous this would be awkward. He’d been a little scared to flaunt his relationship in front of Imai, even if the other had done nothing but been supportive, hell, even pushed him toward Aizawa.

Here they were, in the living room of his new house, with his little family, and Aizawa was thanking his ex.

Yamada smiles down at Habiki, placing his hand back on his soft tummy and stroking through his fur.

“Yeah,” Yamada says, hoping Imai knows he’s not just referring to his kind words when he says,

“Thank you.”

Imai waves him off with his hand, as if to say, don’t worry about it, but Yamada will always be grateful for what he’d done, whether or not Imai thinks it was a big deal.

Habiki stretches out on Yamada’s legs, and then curls up in a little crescent, closing his eyes. Aizawa reaches over and gives him a little scratch on his forehead.

“So how are things going?” Yamada asks, turning back to Imai. “You’re working on a new project, right?” Then, leaning toward the other man, mischievous smirk on his face, Yamada continues, “Meet anyone interesting?” Yamada raises an eyebrow suggestively.

“I actually just met this guy at my new gig,” Imai says, laughing a bit in the way everyone laughs when they’ve got a new crush, no matter how old. Yamada’s eyes widen at that. He’d been joking, but Yamada smiles as Imai’s cheeks flush a bit. Some part of Yamada feels lighter now, knowing Imai might be well on his way to finding the thing he’d been searching for, for so long, that the other man could get what he deserved for putting up with Yamada’s ridiculous work schedule and tantrums, that they could both end up happy.

Imai continues, saying, “We’ve gone out a few times now. I think you’d like him. He’s a little shy, though.”

“Wow, nothing like you, huh?” Aizawa jokes, nudging Yamada’s side with his elbow. Yamada sticks his tongue out at him and pushes the offending limb away.

Imai laughs again, this time louder, more genuine.

“Yeah, I guess not,” he says. “You’ll meet him at the premiere in a couple weeks actually!”

“I hope you’re prepared for me to do that thing where I ask him way too many intrusive questions to vet him,” Yamada says.

Imai laughs, leaning back in his chair, “I hope you’re prepared for me to roast you at your wedding.”

Yamada covers his face with his hands, “Oh no, oh no, what have I done?”

“I’m ready for it,” Aizawa comments from his right and Yamada’s hand gets halfway from his face to Aizawa’s shoulder, which he’d been intending to give a playful smack, but the other man catches his wrist before he makes it there. Yamada opens his mouth to protest, but now Aizawa is the one looking at him with soft eyes and a gentle smile.

I’m ready for it.

Yamada looks down at where Aizawa’s hand is wrapped around his arm and wiggles his wrist loose, grasping the other man’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Me too.”

---

It hadn’t happened for a long time, an entire class making it to graduation without a single person being expelled. In fact, they’d actually added a person to the class.

Aizawa stands off to the side with the other teachers after the ceremony is finished, after all the big name heroes have given their speeches, and all the homeroom teachers, himself included, had told the kids to please be safe and make them proud.

That no matter how far their careers take them, U.A. will always be here for them. As alumni, this would be their home.

Aizawa watches class 1-A sharing hugs, and a few tears here and there, as they hold up their diplomas and full blown hero licenses in victory. He smiles fondly from where his arm is hooked with Yamada’s, as the blond chats with Kan and Thirteen.

Four years went by remarkably fast, as well as alarmingly slow at times.

He hadn’t been lying up on that stage when he said they’d all turned out to be fine heroes, great heroes. He’s not sure he’s ever seen a class have to deal with so many tragedies and use those events to only motivate themselves further. He was happy to have been their mentor, to have guided them, protected them, and risked his life on more than one occasion for them.

He turns back to the group just as Midoriya is running toward his mother, both of them with fat tears streaming down their cheeks, holding his papers high above his head.

All Might’s retirement had left a void in the world of pros, but watching those kids walk confidently across the stage, shaking each of their hands, he’d felt that space grow smaller. Soon enough, he’s sure it will be filled entirely.

Aizawa feels Yamada’s other hand come up to pat his arm, smoothing over his suit jacket affectionately. He turns to look at the other man and receives a private, soft smile. They tended to keep their relationship mostly off school grounds, but today felt a little bit like it didn’t really count, so Aizawa leans over and kisses the voice hero’s cheek. Yamada rubs the spot with his palm, grinning, when Aizawa pulls away.

“How cute!” he hears Kayama’s voice come from behind them. Aizawa turns just as she joins their small circle, throwing one of her arms over his shoulder and leans heavily against him. She seems extra bubbly, her face tinted pink with a blush, and her hand shakes a bit against his arm.

She smiles brightly at him and then Yamada, before throwing out her left hand into the middle of their circle, spreading her fingers wide. It’s impossible not to be drawn to the silver band adorning her ring finger, a glittering, round white diamond fastened in the middle, surrounded by small, twisting metal vines. Yamada whistles next to him, pushing his glasses down his nose, even though he’s not wearing sunglasses today and can see better with them on his face.

“That’s a nice rock, Nemuri,” the blond remarks.

“It’s beautiful!” Thirteen exclaims.

“Looks like it’s my turn now, boys!” Kayama laughs, lightly smacking Aizawa’s chest.

“How did she propose?” Kan asks, and Kayama’s arm slips off Aizawa’s shoulder, giving his hand a small squeeze on the way down, as she steps closer to all of them to begin her story. Aizawa smiles, nods along to her retelling. Kayama had started dating her girlfriend almost a year after Aizawa and Yamada had started their relationship. They’d gone on many double dates, hanging out at each other’s apartments, getting drunk and ranting about their workloads.

Aizawa liked the other woman a lot, but he liked the way she made Kayama’s smile bigger more than anything.

When Kayama turns to him and says, “I did all that heavy lifting at your wedding, I expect you two to go all out for mine too,” he doesn’t hesitate to say, “Of course.”

Besides each other, she was their best friend.

Kayama scoots into place between the two of them, throwing an arm over each of their shoulders, pulling them close as she declares, “My best men!”

Yamada laughs loudly from her other side and he pulls her into a hug.

All Aizawa can see in that moment is Yamada, freshly fallen tears still making their way down his cheeks, as he grins, his hair twisted into a beautiful braid, his arms wrapped around Kayama’s back, his left hand centered in the cut out of her bridesmaid dress, wedding band polished, shiny, and perfect, only hours old. He smiles at the memory of their wedding day, at the way Yamada had been blindingly beautiful coming down the aisle, and even more so as the night drew on, as the sun set on their outdoor reception and Aizawa held the other man, back to his chest, as they swayed together in the open air, looking up at the stars.

He can only hope Kayama’s wedding is just as gorgeous, just as perfect as his own was.

It’s the memory he holds most dear.

Aizawa isn’t sure much else could ever top it. Though, Yamada had been not so subtly fitting children into an awful lot of conversations lately.

For now, he kept that breezy night in the back of his head, always there, always waiting, ready to pull out when Yamada was far away at a radio event, or he was wishing he’d worn more layers on a stake out.

Or simply when he wanted to smile and remember how it felt to be joined forever with the one person he loved the most.

---

Adoption is hard. Home visits go well until people ask about Aizawa's job, already well aware Present Mic is a pro. No one really wants to send a child home with two heroes.

Yamada insists it's fine, but he sees the way the other man smiles when he holds his niece. He sees the way that smile falters when he realizes he may never have this for himself, never watch his own daughter run across the yard or fall asleep at the kotatsu.

Aizawa thinks about the way Yamada had never dated another hero before, wonders sometimes if that isn’t part of the reason Yamada never entertained the idea of them together.

He'd never thought about children before this. The only thing he loved as much as Yamada was his job, he wasn't willing to give it up. Except, as he watches Yamada’s back, the tight stiffness of his shoulder blades moving underneath his t-shirt as he shuts the door behind another social worker, he starts trying to imagine his life without hero work.

Could he be happy like that?

Yamada’s hand lingers on the doorknob, and then drops off. Aizawa watches as he turns around, smile plastered on his face, throwing his hands up behind his head and furrowing his brows in what Aizawa can only nicely call an obvious display of fake nonchalance.

“Ah, that could have gone better, huh?” Yamada says, laughing a bit.

Aizawa doesn’t try to hide his annoyance.

“Drop it, Hizashi,” he says. The other man’s smile ticks down a few notches, slowly shifting into a slight frown. “You don’t have to pretend like this doesn’t suck.”

Yamada’s hands drop down heavy to his sides.

“Yeah…” he sighs out, looking down the hall. Aizawa shifts his own gaze away from the slight tremble in Yamada’s lower lip. The blond had been doing remarkably well at keeping it together as agency after agency turned them down. They’d been doing this for months now. They’d filled out so many forms that Aizawa could recite his answers out loud on command at this point.

Yamada had smiled the whole way through it, rejection after rejection. He’d kept insisting, there are more places, we’ll just keep trying.

Aizawa knew, deep down, that Yamada’s can-do attitude had its limits. He’d seen the other man break down numerous times before.

It had been a while, though, and now it seemed he’d run out of his sunny disposition.

Aizawa walks the short distance down the hall, looping his arms around Yamada’s waist and pulling the other man into his chest. As the first sob shakes Yamada’s body, he brings his hand up to the back of the blond’s head, lowering it down to his shoulder, tucking his husband tightly within the safety of his embrace.

He doesn’t bother to say anything, no reassurances, no hushing, he just stands there in their dimly lit hallway, overcast not letting much light through the long windows framing the door, and holds Yamada as he finally lets out all the tears he’d been burying down for so long.

Sometimes there just isn’t anything to say.

Sometimes all you can do is cry.

Aizawa slowly walks them into the living room, holding Yamada tight to his side as he navigates to the couch, tugging the other man gently down with him to sit on the cushions. Yamada instantly curls into Aizawa’s side, turning fully against him, tucking one leg up onto the couch and the throwing the other over Aizawa’s lap as he buries his face into the erasure hero’s shoulder.

Aizawa runs his hand up and down Yamada’s heaving back, using the other to pull his fingers soothingly through his long hair.

He’d told himself he wasn’t going to make false promises.

He told himself not to lie, but with Yamada’s hiccups muffled in his shirt, he finds his mouth falling open. He finds himself saying the words the blond can’t bring himself to anymore.

“We’ll keep trying.”

Aizawa thinks, in that moment, that he is learning about marriage. He is learning about little lies you tell yourself for someone else.

He understands now why Yamada always smiles, even when he doesn’t mean it.

For him.

He’d do anything.

“I-if,” Aizawa clears his throat. He usually never stuttered, but these were the hardest words he’d ever had to say. “If I need to, I can retire.”

Yamada’s sobs cease, his back not moving under Aizawa’s hand as he stops breathing. Slowly, Yamada’s grip on him loosens, and the blond pulls back. Aizawa is expecting him to be upset, but he isn’t expecting him to be furious.

The other man was so rarely mad.

Aizawa almost flinches away under Yamada’s intense stare.

“No,” is all he says.

“Hiz-”

“No. I said no.”

Aizawa sighs, running his hand roughly through his hair.

“They aren’t going to let us adopt like this. They can’t put a kid in a home where both parents have a chance of dying.”

“That’s every home!” Yamada shouts.

Aizawa almost forgot. Yamada’s birth parents had given him up, and he’d spent most of his infant and toddler years at the center, unable to be adopted with his quirk. When he finally had been adopted, a sweet young couple, the family’s home had been one in a dozen robberies, the two killed in their bedroom, Yamada quickly hidden in the closet, instructed to be quiet until a hero or cop came to find him.

He looks down at his hands. This whole thing was probably bringing up a lot of unwanted memories for the blond.

“Hizashi...what happened to your parents...that was a freak accident. You understand that?” Aizawa says, looking up at the other man. Yamada quickly turns his head away. “These social workers aren’t going to see it like that. They can’t predict every incident that could ever happen, but it’s their job to at least try to put kids in a home that minimizes the risk of-”

“Minimizes the risk?” Yamada scoffs, crossing his arms. Aizawa knows he’s just mad, knows he’s hurting, but the glare Yamada levels him with makes Aizawa’s mouth taste sour. “Stop talking about this so clinically. Just be upset! Why do...why do I have to be the only one like this!?” Yamada gestures to himself, poking a finger into his chest as tears start spilling over his eyes again, dropping on the couch cushions below. “Aren’t you mad? Aren’t you upset? Don’t you care!?”

Aizawa swallows, but the lump in his throat keeps getting bigger.

“Of course I’m upset,” Aizawa says.

“But you didn’t want kids! Right? You didn’t want them!”

“I do now…”

“Now,” Yamada repeats his words. The blond’s hands rub harshly at his eyes and nose, trying to wipe up the mess he’s making of his face. Another sob racks through him. Aizawa watches as the other man’s hands move up into his hair, gripping tightly as Yamada leans down, curling inward.

“Hizashi…” Aizawa says, trying to stay calm, trying to tell himself Yamada doesn’t mean the things he’s saying. He reaches out his hand, placing it on the other man’s shoulder. “I know you’re upset...I know...I know I’m not the best at this stuff...but I do care. I care a lot. I might not show it the same way you do, but this is hard for me too. I do want children. I really, really do. I want them so bad I just considered giving up my job for them, do you understand?”

Yamada’s body trembles underneath his hand as the blond shakes his head back and forth.

It’s quiet, but Aizawa hears him.

“I don’t want you to retire,” Yamada whispers. Another small hiccup slips past his lips as he continues, “I just wanted a family.”

Aizawa runs his hand over his husband’s head.

“I know.”

“I’m s-sorry for yelling at you,” Yamada stutters out. “I don’t...I don’t want...I love you. I don’t want you to...I don’t want you to have to give up what you care about.”

Aizawa nods his head, gently running his fingers over Yamada’s head.

“I know you care. I know you want kids too. I don’t mean it…” Yamada sniffs below him and coughs a bit. “I’m just...I’m just tired, Shouta. This is so hard and I know…” Yamada huffs out a breath and sniffs again. His hands move to grips his sides. Aizawa can see his shirt bunching up around the digits. “I know that you’re calmer than me, that you’re better at keeping it together. I was trying so hard to do the same thing...but I couldn’t. I just...sometimes I don’t want to be the only one crying on the couch.”

Aizawa brings his hands to Yamada’s shoulders and forces the blond up, pushing him into a sitting position. He makes sure Yamada is looking at his face, sees the way Aizawa is frowning, how his forehead is creased with worry lines.

“You’re not,” Aizawa says and he feels a tear rolling down his cheek. He knew Yamada was good at seeing beneath all his stoic layers, but never realized how isolating it might feel to be feeling so much pain inside and look at your partner and see them seemingly unaffected.

“You’re not alone, Hizashi. You’ll never be alone. I’m your family. We’re a family, with our without children. I’m not giving up. We’re not giving up. I’m sorry that I wasn’t...talking to you about this. I’m sorry I kept the things I was feeling to myself. I need to be better about sharing things with you,” Aizawa says. He runs his fingers down Yamada’s arm, finding his hand. “I need to be better about sharing my pain with you, so that you can share yours with me.”

Yamada’s lip continues to tremble and streams continue to run over his cheeks and drop off his chin.

There’s nothing he can do to make those things go away.

“Do you,” Yamada starts. “Do you really want kids?”

Aizawa thinks about the day they first walked into their house, three years ago. He remembers standing in the yard and imagining an old tree swing where they’d push their child. He’d been so focused on the idea of growing old with Yamada that he hadn’t really paid that particular train of thought much mind, but…

“Yes,” he says. “Yes, from the first day we moved in here.”

Yamada’s eyes widen at that.

“Really?” he whispers.

Did he always think I was just going along with this because he wanted it?

“When we...when you first showed me this place, we stood out in the yard. Do you remember that?” Aizawa asks.

Yamada nods and Aizawa gives the hand that bears his wedding ring a firm squeeze.

“When you turned around, I didn’t hear a thing you said because I was too busy imagining you old and grey, a wedding ring on your hand, a garden in the yard, and a swing where we used to push our kids in the summer,” Aizawa confesses, staring into Yamada’s eyes. He watches as his words hit home, as Yamada’s cheeks push his eyes into little crescents when a smile begins to form.

Yamada laughs a bit, breathy and soft. He brings the hand Aizawa isn’t holding up to his eyes to wipe away the lingering tears.

“I’m sorry Shouta,” he says. “I’m sorry I thought...I don’t know. I knew you wanted kids, but I guess I thought you didn’t want them as much as me?”

Aizawa nods and says, “It’s okay. At first, I didn’t. Now I do, though. We’re not going to let them win. Don’t let them beat us down like this.”

“Okay,” Yamada says, smiling. “Okay, I won’t.”

“We will be parents.”

“We will be parents,” Yamada repeats. He moves forward, wrapping his arms around Aizawa’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. The blond kisses his cheek.

“I love you,” Aizawa says, bringing his arms around his husband.

“I love you too. I’m sorry for fighting.”

“You were upset at the situation, it’s okay, I get it.”

It’s quiet for a long time. Aizawa holds Yamada and they settle into a comfortable silence, until Aizawa feels like he could drift off like this, exhausted from the whole day.

Then, quietly, Yamada says two words.

“Thank you.”

Aizawa isn’t quite sure what he’s thanking him for. For talking? For understanding? For not blowing up?

Whatever it is, he’s grateful it helped, and he means it when he says, “No problem.”

It isn’t one, it never will be, and if it ever is a problem, they’ll get through it.

Of this, he’s sure.

---

The phone call comes 4 and a half weeks and 3 more home visits later, during lunch period, Yamada’s phone buzzing across the desk surface. He glances at the phone face to see who’s calling and does a double take, quickly grabbing the device and bringing it to his ear. He gets a few annoyed looks from his colleagues as he whispers, “Hello? Yamada speaking,” but most of them quickly go back to ignoring the commotion.

He can feel Aizawa looking at him, but turns away, not wanting to see his husband’s face if this call goes like all the others, for fear of losing it in the staff room.

“Hi, Yamada! This is Riku, from the adoption center?”

“Hi, yeah! I remember you!” Yamada cheerily responds. His chest already feels tight. He’d been through this so many times already. He picks absentmindedly at the corner of his desk.

“I’m calling to let you know that the home visit went well and we’ve approved your application.”

Yamada’s hand slips right off the desk.

“W-what?”

“We’ve approved your application,” the man on the other end explains. “You and your husband can come down and meet some of the kids whenever you’re ready.”

“Th-that’s great!” Yamada says, his voice ticking up a few pitches. His hand is shaking where it holds the phone against his ear. “That’s amazing, let me talk to him and let you know?”

“Sure! Just give me a call when you want to make an appointment.”

“Thank you!”

“Congratulations, Yamada,” Riku says. “Have a good rest of your afternoon.”

“Thank you, thank you! You too!” Yamada says, hanging up. He lowers the phone down to his lap slowly, hands still trembling around the device. He grips it tightly and closes his eyes.

“Who was that?” Aizawa’s voice comes from over his shoulder. He wants to turn around, wants to tell him the good news, but it’s still registering in his own mind. He’s not quite sure how to say the words yet.

Father, he thinks. We are going to be fathers.

Yamada turns his chair around, uncontrollable grin already spreading across his face. He can feel his eyes watering up, but doesn’t want to cry in front of everyone. He looks into Aizawa’s tired, confused eyes.

“That was Riku, from the agency,” Yamada says, his voice surprisingly steady. “We’ve been approved for adoption.”

Aizawa’s mouth opens slowly, then closes, and then opens again. His hands reach out for Yamada and the voice hero happily takes them in his own.

“Can you believe it?” Yamada laughs.

Aizawa shakes his head, a smile of his own bursting onto his face.

“We’ve been waiting for so long…”

“We did it!”

“We did it,” Aizawa agrees, laughing. He tugs on Yamada’s hands and the blond falls forward into his chest, nearly slipping off his chair. Aizawa’s arms wrap around his back to steady him. The erasure hero isn’t big on public displays of affection, especially not in their workplace, but he places a kiss on Yamada’s temple now, whispering, “I love you so much,” in his ear.

Yamada grips the fabric of Aizawa’s costume tight in his hand, closing his eyes as he briefly nuzzles his face against the other man’s chest.

“I love you too,” he says quietly back. “I can’t wait to find the rest of our family.”

“Me too,” Aizawa agrees, pulling out of the embrace. “Do you want to make an appointment for this weekend?”

Yamada nods quickly, opening the calendar on his phone to set a reminder to call Riku back and set up a time. While he’s looking down at his schedule, he realizes they both have the night free.

“Want to celebrate with ice cream later?” Yamada proposes.

“Sure, why not?”

---

It takes him a moment to realize where they are.

They pass under the glow of the street lamp and come out on the other side and he nearly misses it, but Yamada points across the street at the adoption center, at a sweet little spotted dog jumping up and down in the window. Aizawa feels like he should have recognized this place sooner, after all, there were so many people passing by holding ice cream cones and bringing spoonfuls of their frozen treats up to their mouths.

When do I get to be happy?

The words had come to the forefront of his mind on a wave of hatred and nausea. He’d been sick with jealousy, back then, watching as Yamada snuggled up to Imai and enjoyed himself.

Aizawa feels sick in a different way now, frowning.

He’d been jealous of Imai’s and Yamada’s happiness.

He’d taken his own life and compared it to theirs and decided, this is not good enough.

He’d rejected Imai and everything he stood for, hating someone he didn’t even know, and only now had he realized that Imai was funny and selfless. He’d texted the man only a few hours ago, having since become friends.

Aizawa looks around them, at the groups of friends and couples walking by, laughing, chit chatting, and holding hands. He notices a few people walking by themselves. Some with purpose, others ambling along. There are a few stragglers on the outskirts of large groups, looking a bit too familiar to how Aizawa had not so long ago.

How many other people are thinking the same thing he was?

How many other people are looking at him, arm linked with his husband, and thinking, right now, shit I wish I were them.

Aizawa is more than happy with how things turned out, but he feels a twinge of regret, knowing he’d spent so much time focused on what other people had, wanting what other people had, that he’d forgotten what he did have.

Yamada was there nearly every day and, while he didn’t realize he loved Aizawa romantically, he certainly loved him as a friend for that entire time.

Aizawa hadn’t been able to see what he had, he’d only seen what he wanted.

When do I get to be happy?

When is it my turn?

Aizawa pulls his arm out from Yamada’s to place it around the other man’s shoulders instead, pulling him in close. He kisses Yamada’s cheek.

He could have been content without this privilege, without being able to kiss Yamada in public or private, without a house and two cats and the warm press of the other man’s body against his back. He could have been content without all of this, without these bonus things.

He just didn’t know it.

As Yamada turns his head to kiss Aizawa’s lips, he thinks, but why should I settle for just content?

Why should I settle for just friends?

For just enough?

If I could have had more, if I always could have had this, why would I ever not reach for it?

Why would I not ask for it?

Fight for it?

Aizawa pulls back and strokes Yamada’s cheek, staring into his eyes, smiling.

He could have survived without all of this. It would have been a fine life to lead.

But he wouldn’t have been happy, not really.

He wouldn’t have truly lived without this.

#erasermic #maizawa #erasermic fanfiction #maizawa fanfiction #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #aizawa shouta/yamada hizashi #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fanficiton #erasermic fanfic

75 notes · View notes