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daddysuga101 · 3 years

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I’ve just always wondered, if the darling successfully ran away and mentally blocked it all out what would happen if Deku found her? But she doesn’t remember him at all, it’s complete trauma-induced amnesia. Would he forcibly kidnap her again? Would he try to make things right and not scare her off again? What would he do?

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WARNINGS: Manipulation

A painful throb.

That’s what you felt, you felt as though someone had dropped a rock on your head.

Despite this your eyes fluttered opened and you sat up to get a feel of where you were.

You had no idea where you were or what time it was. All you could confirm was that it was dark out, raining, and the clouds were covering the sun. And your head...

Damnit your head was killing you. Not to mention it was freezing and your clothes clung to your body as the pouring rain continued to hit your skin.

You stood up slowly groaning at the pain your body was also in. Bruises and sore mucles all over.

What happened to you?

How did you even get behind this creepy ass alley.

All these questions started pilling up before you heard the squeaking of shoes in the rain on concrete. You felt yourself freeze up as the foot steps got louder and louder.

Before an ever so visible silhouette came into view.

“I found you sweet heart...did you honestly think you could run away?” A voice from the darkness asked,

You felt yourself back away from whoever the sound came from, as you mentally prepared yourself to run.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” He says harshly, you swallow hard as you opened your mouth to speak.

“W-Who are you? What do you want?” You ask stuttering slightly, the cold now effecting your speech.

As the man got closer you noticed something quickly, he was tall. Like really fucking tall.

You guessed he was at least 6’5 or 6’6.

The man had green hair, visible freckles even in the dark. His eyes were a pericing green and his aura was even more terrifying.

He seemed so...angry.

In the middle of your thoughts you heard him begin to laugh hysterically clutching his chest as if you had told him the funniest joke ever.

You watched the man with wide eyes before he caught his breath and looked up at you with anger in his green eyes.

Before you knew it the man had moved from his spot and was now in front of you. Invading your space.

“I-.”

“DONT LIE TO ME!” He shouted loudly, you freaked and slapped him hard across the face cause him to stumble at the impact.

“I don’t know who you are.” You say again,

“I-I don’t fucking know where I am. My head is killing me. So forgive me if I don’t know who you fucking are.” You say almost hysterically,

The cold, mixed with your frustration, mixed with the unavoidable pain you were in was making everything start to piss you off.

He wiped his mouth and stood up straight. Looking at you intently almost confused. Before his eyes trailed to the side of your face.

The side where a bruise was no doubt developing due to the pain that side of your head was in.

“You aren’t lying.” He said more to himself than you, he ran a hand through his hair before chuckling slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers,

“What?” You ask, he sighed deeply.

The man walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

“It’s gonna be okay now. I got you.” He says, you clammed up in his arms before he pulled away grabbing your wrist.

“Come on imma take you home.” He says gently, you were scared but for some reason you felt as though you could trust him.

So you did.

You followed him back to his house which turned out to be some sort of mansion.

You felt so out of place as you followed the much taller man into the house.

“This place is insane.” You whisper,

“It’s your home. It’s our home.” He whispers in your ear from behind you.

Your turn around to face him still very confused as to who he was or what your relationship with the man was.

“What-.”

“You must be freezing. I’ll send a maid to your room to dress you for bed, you must be exhausted.” He says cutting you off,

“Thank you and yeah, I am. Clothes like these aren’t very fit for freezing rain.” You say slightly gesturing the the shorts and short sleeve shirt you had on.

Why you were even wearing that was a mystery to you.

“Also...Kinda... tantalizing to wear...that around me isn’t it?” He asks cocking his head to the side.

“What?” You ask before looking down at the torn shirt that clung to your body. Not to mention it was practically see through since it was white.

“Deal with it.” You say simply, he chuckles.

“Always the sassy type.” He says, you shrug before an elderly lady came downstairs.

“Hello miss (y/n), please follow me.” She says, you nod and follow her up the stairs.

-After your shower you found yourself sitting on the bed in the pjs playing on the iPad that was left on your dresser. While you tried to distract yourself you couldn’t help to notice how many unanswered questions you had.

So many in fact the lack of answers were putting you off.

There was a knock on your door a few moments later.

“You dressed?” The mans voice asked from the other side,

“Yeah, come in.” You say, he walked into the room looked down that the iPad in your hands.

“I see you like your gifts.” he says. You nod.

“I do thank you for this.” You said before putting the iPad down.

“What?” He asked noticing your resolve.

“I don’t know. All of this feels strange. I still don’t get why you were so upset earlier. Like what did I do?” You ask, he bent done leaning his elbows against the bed before grabbing your hand and kissing it gently.

“I’m sorry I yelled, I wanted to wait until I told you this but your obviously curious so I’ll be honest with you now.

“It’s just your in danger (y/n). People wanna hurt you. We live here in this mansion cause I wanna protect you from everyone who wants to use you, your quirk, your body.” He says sweetly.

“I’m the reason your safe. Everyone wants to hurt you, beautiful.” He whispers softly, as he gentle strokes your cheek.

You feel your eyes swell up, you don’t remember much but his demeanor from earlier completely changed. And you felt...:

Safe.

“W-Why are people after me?” You ask,

“You’re strong and powerful. Everyone wants you to themselves but me...no....no I would never use you like that. That’s why you love me.” He tells you,

“Thank you.” You whisper looking at the much taller man.

“Thank you for what you’ve done for me.” You say genuinely thankful for him.

“Your welcome.” he whispers gently.

“I’m gonna take good care of you from now on. I’ll keep you safe inside this house. I will provide everything we might need.” He tells you before continuing.

“If you need something from the store I’ll have it delivered. If you want your hair done I’ll have someone come over. If you want to have a pool hell, I’ll get you one.”

“There should be no reason why you leave this house ever again .” He says a bit harshly for your taste but you nod anyway.

“Thank you uh...” You say trailing off waiting for him to give you his name.

“You should just call me Deku or Midoriya. You may also call me Izuku when you feel comfortable enough with me to do so. He tells you, you nod and smile at him.

“Thank you Izuku.” You say, he smiled wide.

“Your welcome.” He says before standing up.

“Go to sleep now, you must be exhausted.” He tells you, you yawn in response nodding before lying down, turning on your side and closing your eyes.

After wishing you a good night , Deku closed the door behind him with a shit eating grin stretched across his face. He was overwhelmed with happiness.

“What kind of lucky bastard am I? Poor baby doesn’t remember shit.” He whispered condescendingly as he walked back to his room.

“My dearest (y/n), you really think you could ever run away from me? Think again.”

“I promise to be a real good boy for you though. After all I only hurt you when you defy me. Just keep being my good little angel and everything with me will be fine.” He whispered possessively to himself.

He laughed before going on his computer to watch the video feed of you sleeping peacefully in your new room.

You had no idea about the cameras.

But that shouldn’t upset you right? He’s only watching you cause you broke his trust when you ran away like some abused orphan. It might be invading your privacy watching you like this but who gives a damn.

It’s your fault.

You were his and he wasn’t gonna fuck up like last time.

This was a clean slat.

He had a opportunity of a life time here. And he couldn’t pass it up.

“Yes, I’ll be real good to you my love. Just you wait.” He whispered.

Without knowing you it had walked yourself right back into hell.

With satan himself.

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storyoffracturedstars · 3 years

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Companion? (IDV Naib Subedar)

The loud sound of the dogs barking filled your ears as you passed by their vicinity, the cold night air harshly hitting your face. You shivered as you tried to grow accustomed to cold but with your current condition, you find that you could not. The dark of the night was the only thing you could see as you limped, making sure to put less pressure on your injured foot. You clutched your stomach trying your best to stay conscious. You knew exactly what got you into this mess but you didn't know why they were after you. You were sure that you had cut off connections with them so why were these men following you?

Your vision was slowly blurring but you tried your best to keep your consciousness with you. 'I can't pass out, they're still behind me.' You looked behind you to see them get further and further away from you. Clenching your teeth, you took a turn on the alley, running towards the house of the only person you could trust. Reaching the said house, you knocked as loud as you could, "Naib!" You clench your jaw as you looked around, wary of your surroundings. "Please... open up..."

It wasn't long before the door opened, revealing the very person you were calling for. He glanced at you, his eyebrows furrowed. "What do you..." He trailed off as he saw your state, eyes widening in shock.

"Where is she?!" You wasted no time to head inside, closing the door behind you as you panted. You wiped the cold sweat on your forehead, shivering at the sudden cold you felt. You glanced at him, offering a shaky smile as well as a nervous laugh. "Sorry you had to see me like this." You muttered out weakly, "I'll leave tomorrow morn--" As you took a step forward, your vision blurred and you felt your body weaken. You fell forward, eyes fluttering to a close due to the lack of strength. All you could remember was his arms catching you, his panicked voice calling out your name before fully succumbing to the darkness.

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When you came to, you found yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom, the sun's rays peeking through the curtains. You slowly sat up, wincing when you felt pain in your abdomen and feet. You removed the blanket that hid your form, seeing that you were all bandaged up. You scanned the bandages and saw that they were new, as if someone had just changed them. You then looked around, seeing that there was almost nothing in this house, only a large bag that probably contained all of his belongings.

You heard a knock on the door, your eyes shifting towards the sound. The door slowly opened, revealing Naib, dressed in his usual clothing with a tray of food in his hands. You saw his eyes glance at you before looking away, his cheeks flushing. You looked at him curiously, wondering why he was reacting that way. You then remembered that you were only in your underclothes, your face heating up at the thought. You hid your body on the blanket, 'I almost forgot that I'm in his house.'

He let out a cough, hoping to ease up the tension. He returned his attention towards you, placing the tray on top of the table placed beside his bed. "You're finally awake."

You nodded, unable to look him in the eyes. "I am. How long was I asleep for?"

"Three days. Lost a lot of blood. You're lucky I know how to treat those kinds of injuries."

"I know you do, seeing as our line of work is similar." You glance at him to see that he was looking at you. He gestured towards the table, "Eat. You need energy if you want to go. Clothes are over there as well."

You let out a grateful smile, "Thank you."

He waved you off, turning around to leave the room. "No problem." He closed the door behind him, leaving you alone in his room. You glanced at the food he left, seeing that there was still a bit of smoke coming from it. You smiled, standing up to get the clothes that he left you. Your eyes widened when you saw that it was almost the same as his. You shook your head as you put on the clothes, soon realizing why he likes it so much. It was quite comfortable to be in, easy to move in, and quite light on the body. You took a seat on the bed, grabbing the food that he had left you. You smiled as you ate, grateful that you had a friend like him in your field of work.

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Naib woke up to the smell of something cooking in his kitchen, a scent that he wasn't quite used to smell. He abruptly sat up, alarmed by the different scent. He looked around, cautious of his surroundings. He took the dagger that he had hidden under his cloak, standing up and walking towards the sense of smell. As quietly as he could, he heads to the kitchen, peeking to see who it was that was cooking there.

Once he realized it was you, he sighed and returned the dagger to its original place. He walked inside of the kitchen, grabbing a chair and taking a seat. Noticing his presence, you turned around, smiling once you realize that Naib was awake. "Good morning!"

"Morning." He glanced at your injuries, "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I think I should be but I figured I should at least do something to thank you."

"I told you it's fine."

You chuckled as you ignored him, continuing on with your duties. Naib placed his elbows on the table, his head resting on his hands. He stared as you cooked, listening to your melodious voice. While he didn't want to admit it, you had a voice that he'd willingly listen to all day. He then proceeded to sigh, shaking his head to remove these thoughts from his head.

He was a mercenary, someone that shouldn't be too attached to the people around him.

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'Do your job Naib. She has left the life of a mercenary and we want you to kill her. She knows too much to be left alone.'

He sighed as he remembered what he had read. In front of him was the person he needed to kill, the person that he was tasked to kill and yet, he had no desire to do so. He watched as you slept peacefully in his bed, your chest rising and falling. He huffed before looking away, his arms crossed as he gazed at the letter on his table.

He had received it the day you asked him for help. He had read the contents and found that it was something he wanted to do, hoping that it would give him the same feeling of the battlefield. While he enjoyed the life of a mercenary, it couldn't quite give him the same feeling. He sighed before standing up, opening the desk drawer to reveal his final mission. It showed your picture, along with the bounty that would be given to him if he were to kill you.

He glanced at you once more before looking at the picture that stared at him, his resolve wavering the more he stared at it. He didn't want to admit it but he quite enjoyed your company, your personality filling up his entire home. He had found his house lifeless, dull, lonely but when you came to his door one night, you had somehow changed it. At first, he didn't want to heal you, to tend to your injuries, seeing that he found it bothersome but he remembered the times you had with him.

'You're the only one I can trust in our line of job.'

You had told him one time, eyes staring into his as you smiled. He saw how genuine you were when you had told him. He scoffed as he glanced at you, heart growing warm the longer he stared. He found himself smiling when you laugh, wincing when you feel pain, and listening to your talks. It sucked really, how he had grew attached to you as you recovered but now that your injuries were healed, he can now go to the place in the letter.

'I can't stay.'

He allowed the job request to hover above the candle, the fire touching the edge of the paper. He watched as the paper slowly burned, the black on his eyes reflecting the fire that he saw. Soon, the paper was long gone, leaving only its traces. He walked towards the edge of the room, grabbing the bag and heading towards the door. He looked at you one last time before sighing as he placed the hood over his head.

'Take care, (Y/n).'

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You woke up the next day to see him gone, each and every single one of his belonging taken with him. "Naib?" You looked around the house, wondering where the man who you were with was. When you saw that he was nowhere to be seen, you frowned, "Must be on another task." You sighed before heading to the couch, plopping yourself right in the middle. You then noticed a piece of paper on the table, grabbing it before reading.

You should be more careful about who you trust.

You didn't know what he meant by that, seeing as Naib was a hard person to read. You didn't know what to think about this, what he wanted to tell you.

"Did he leave?" You told no one in particular, eyes reading his statement once more, eyebrows furrowing the more you tried to analyze it. You sighed before looking staring blankly at the ceiling, the house feeling emptier than it should be.

'What do you mean, Naib?'

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Your hands clutched the letter that rested in your hands, eyes glancing at the letter to check if you got the location correct. When you saw that you did, you walked towards the front door, knocking to see if there was anyone inside. A few minutes had passed and there was no one that answered you so you opened the door, a barely lit interior greeting you. You squint your eyes, making sure that you saw at least something.

"Hello?" You yelled out, hoping to at least catch somebody's attention. You walked around once more, the light slowly increasing the more you headed inside. You stumbled upon a staircase, soon finding yourself heading up the second floor. When you reached the second floor of the house, you saw a figure from the distance. You approached them, hoping that they know their way around the manor. The nearer you were to them, the more they seemed familiar.

"Hello?" You called out, the stranger soon turning around. You stopped in your tracks the moment you saw him, your mind processing the person you saw. "Naib?"

Naib's expression mirrored yours however, he was able to get out of the shock faster than you could. He approached you, hands clutching your shirt the moment he did. He brought his face near yours, his body trembling in anger. "What are you doing here?! Do you really want to die?!" You gave him a tight-lipped smile, gently moving away from his hold.

"I came here to find you." He glared at you, eyes scanning your form before looking down and muttering under his breath.

"You shouldn't have come here." He huffed as he turned around, leaving you there with your eyes staring at his form, a small part of you hoping that he'd look back.

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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Inferior

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: angst / self-growth / established relationship au / fluff

Warnings: an argument / inferior complex and self-sabotaging mentioned

A/N: So Jinyoung and I had a fight… in my dreams haha. And I was surprisingly really affected by it so I had to write it out to get it out of my head. Of course, I should have left this completely angst due to how much he annoys me, but I wanted to be cheered up so it has a fluffy ending. Sigh. If he could stop infiltrating my dreams now, that’d be good thanks. Special thanks to Zili and Nim for letting me use them in this story.

Word count: 3645

“Are you really going to let it end here?” your friend Zili asked incredulously, your eyes unable to lift from the mug you held within your hands. “Y/N, you love him.”

“I really do.”

“Then why aren’t you racing to Jinyoung’s office right now and letting him know?”

“Because love can’t save everything,” you announced sadly, smiling weakly at your beverage instead of your friend. Even the warmth radiating into your hands couldn’t take the chill away from your soul.

The fight, although frustratingly stemming from something mindless, had shown you the truths you hadn’t wanted to admit all along.

You could love Jinyoung with every breath you took but if you couldn’t love yourself first, the problem between you would continue until he finally did what you worried so often about – leave you.

It would be best if you called it quits now.

“You need to at least resolve the fight, Y/N,” Zili urged and you nodded, blinking back the tears. “He must be feeling lost right now too.”

“I hurt him.”

“He hurt you too,” she reminded, and you sighed, leaning back in the chair and closing your eyes, a tear finally slipping down your cheek.

“I couldn’t get any closer to you if I tried,” you proclaimed as you threw your leg over Jinyoung for good measures. You grinned when his laughter reverberated against the cheek you placed over his chest, your eyes closing in content. Even if you were a tangled mess with your boyfriend, you were already comfortable.

Sleep wouldn’t take long to arrive.

“Am I your pillow?” Jinyoung wondered and you nodded repeatedly. “But what if I don’t want to be?”

Reluctantly lifting your head up to pout at him, he chuckled and leaned in to kiss you. “Love you even if you give me a dead arm.”

“Love you even if you complain before I give you one,” you retorted, nestling back down and kissing his warm chest. “It’s been a long day.”

“What do you have to do tomorrow?”

“I’m going out for lunch with Zili,” you mentioned, imagining your good friend and her infectious smile. “We’re going shopping for her engagement party outfit.”

“It weirds me out to think my junior will beat me down the aisle.”

“It’s not a race,” you told him but when you glanced up at Jinyoung, he seemed unconvinced. You laughed. “You need a ring in order to propose to someone, Jinyoung.”

“Who says I don’t have one already?”

Propping yourself up onto your elbow, you nudged your boyfriend as you stared at him with wide eyes. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“Can’t do that if I’m not,” Jinyoung replied with a smug smile, leaning in to nuzzle you with his nose. “Zili and Yugyeom might beat us but we’ll have the better wedding.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’ll be marrying you,” he announced proudly and you melted back to your previous position over his chest.

“You and your words,” you mumbled, trying not to get too far ahead of yourself. You couldn’t wait to tell Zili about this over lunch tomorrow.

You yawned, and Jinyoung patted you gently on your back. “Time to sleep, hm?”

“But I want to talk more about this ring.”

Jinyoung laughed heartily. “No, you need to rest.”

“Why?”

“You need your beauty sleep,” he answered and you smiled.

“Beauty sleep?”

“Mm, if you’re going to be hanging out with a glowing bride to be, you need to sleep peacefully tonight.”

Giggling, you poked Jinyoung in the chest. “Then you don’t need any sleep.”

“Hey, I need some, I have work tomorrow!”

“I mean beauty sleep. You’re too handsome; it would be unfair if you got even more ridiculously good looking. But just one night isn’t enough for me. I’d need weeks of beauty sleep in comparison.”

It was meant as a joke, the humour evident in your voice and lit up expression. However, even with the dim lighting in the bedroom, you could see the way Jinyoung’s eyes grew harder, the smile now long lost from his tightly pressed lips. It confused you.

“Why did you say that?” he asked, shifting back from you, the warmth you were experiencing leaving with his retreating body.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you have to say that about us? About yourself?”

“Jinyoung, it was a joke!” you attempted but his eyes were now dark obsidian, and you recoiled from the intensity.

“I don’t find it funny. I didn’t find it funny the first time you did it, and I certainly don’t find it humorous now.”

“Why are you taking it so seriously? I honestly meant no harm by it!”

“You know, if this was the first time, maybe I’d be okay about it. I’d tell you to stop being so silly because to me you’re gorgeous. But how many times do I have to do that? Even if you don’t intend to, it hurts to hear you degrade yourself.”

“I was just telling the truth!”

“Well your truth and the way you see us is painful for me.”

Sitting up as you willed the rising tears not to spill out of your eyes, you let out an exasperated laugh. “Jinyoung, come on, this is ridiculous to fight over.”

“What’s ridiculous is even after two years together I still have to hear you put yourself down physically. You’re the woman I love and I wouldn’t love you if I didn’t find you amazing inside and out.”

“Okay so I’m sorry I said the wrong thing,” you announced, your nostrils flaring with how heavy your breathing was. You didn’t like confrontation and even if Jinyoung meant well, his words carried a sting that felt as if they were lashing right down to your soul.

You knew you suffered from an inferior complex. And you had in the beginning of your relationship confessed to feeling out of your depth dating him. You hadn’t expected someone like Jinyoung to even look in your direction, let alone find something captivating about you. Although you had battled through it, those insecurities remained and caught you out even when you weren’t consciously aware of them.

But… you had been genuinely joking. You couldn’t believe how serious he was being right now, his cold demeanour making you shiver, your arms wrapping around yourself, seeking out comfort.

“Will you ever see us as equals?” he questioned, swallowing visibly. “Will you ever let it go and realise what we have together is what I see a future with? Or will you keep doing this because of some incessant need to point out I’m handsome and you’re, what, just average? Ugly even?”

You didn’t answer, ashamed that he felt the need to scold you like this. You could hear the frustration and pain in his voice, the strain in the latter half of his statement causing you to bite at your trembling lip. You didn’t want to hurt him.

You didn’t want to be hurt yourself, either.

“Please, just let it go.”

“Why, for it to come up another time in the near future? Y/N, we need to talk about this.”

“I don’t want to okay! It’s my problem and-”

“You can’t even open up about it anymore?”

“It’s not that I can’t, I just don’t want to. As you said, I’m the one who thinks I’m inferior to you!”

“And I’m asking you if there’s a way we can move past this!” Rubbing his face, Jinyoung then sighed. “Why be with me?”

“Wh-what? How can you ask a question like that?”

Jinyoung stared at you. “I was just talking about marrying you before but if you can’t see us on an equal playing field as a couple, why would you say yes?”

“Because I love you!”

“I’m flawed too. I have insecurities also.”

“And I accept them,” you assured, Jinyoung shaking his head at your answer.

“I can’t accept you constantly putting yourself down at my side though. Could you if I did the same?”

“It’s hardly the case-”

“Can’t you see how hard it is for me to hear you like this?! What more do I need to do to show you that you’re the one for me? I couldn’t love someone more than I do you!”

“We’re getting nowhere apart from more upset,” you managed to say, closing your eyes. “Let’s just drop it and go to sleep.”

“And avoid it? Should I just swallow back the feeling each time you feel the need to bring it up? Just let you have your moment and let it slide even if my heart is breaking from hearing you talk like that?”

It was too much, and the tears now streamed down your face. “Please Jinyoung, just stop.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. But sometimes I wonder why you are with me if you can keep pointing out reasons why we don’t match.”

You lowered your head, your hand clutching at your damp nightshirt. You wondered if this was how it was meant to go. Over the time together, you had suffered from moments where you were painfully aware of how your relationship could end. Your self-sabotaging ways were always right behind you, waiting for a moment just like this. You knew all couples fought, and you and Jinyoung weren’t immune to them. However, when it was on this topic, you could feel a defence mechanism kicking in.

You’d had a good run together, and the end was always somewhere around the corner waiting for you both.

“Why be with me?” Jinyoung breathed, his emotions getting the better of him and he roughly wiped at his face.

There was no comforting answer that you could give him or yourself right now. Nothing stood out in the middle of the night to assist you. The love you felt so deeply for him was crippled by your inner critic, telling you what more did you expect.

It was all so unfair, so heartbreaking.

“You need to sleep for work tomorrow,” you told him in a detached tone, reaching for your pillow.

Jinyoung was faster, yanking his own up and throwing the blankets back. “Don’t bother, I’ll leave first.”

As Jinyoung got up and retreated to the couch in the living room, you clung to the blankets you drew up around your chilled body, shaking as the tears and pain consumed you.

Jinyoung didn’t come home until late the next evening and you had already gotten into bed without him. You listened to the sounds around the apartment, hearing him heating up the meal you had left for him, the low hum of the television as he ate. The shower turned on and off, and the sink ran for brushing his teeth.

Still, when all was done, he never came into the bedroom.

You fell asleep waiting for Jinyoung and when you opened your eyes again, it was just after four in the morning. Slowly, you padded out into the living room, expecting to find Jinyoung asleep on the couch. It was vacant, the blanket he had folded up from last night untouched at the end of it. You went into every room of the apartment, finding it devoid of the man you loved. Dropping to hug your knees by the front entrance, the sobs racked through you, sending an indescribable pain throughout you.

With Jinyoung lost from your world, you hadn’t expected it to hurt this much. Didn’t believe you would feel this empty so fast. You hadn’t comprehended just how the man had grown into every part to you, depleting your lungs of oxygen, your heart of blood to pump and your mind of any logic.

The end you had often worried about now felt too real, and it frightened you entirely.

The sun rose and yet you were still stuck in the same position by the door, waiting for Jinyoung’s return. You didn’t even know what the time was when you heard your phone ringing from the other room, your limbs protesting when you stood up and went to answer it.

You noticed it was Namra who had called and you sighed, not having the energy to try and converse with anyone aside from Jinyoung. However, you knew her persistent nature all too well and your phone began to ring again, her name flashing up on the screen. You connected the call and lifted the device to your ear.

“You know, if you hadn’t answered, I would have come and found you, right?”

“I’m amazed you’re not at my front door already,” you admitted with a sigh, climbing onto the bed. “Did Zili tell you?”

“Jinyoung himself,” Namra confirmed. “He stayed at ours last night. He didn’t say much but he’s a wreck, Y/N. I’ve known Jinyoung for almost as long as I’ve known Mark and I’ve never seen him cry before. He couldn’t stop.”

Looking up at the ceiling, you willed yourself not to cry for the umpteenth time, wondering where the tears even came from with how many you had used up already. “It’s so stupid, Nim,” you mentioned, clasping the blanket at your side to anchor yourself against another wave of crippling emotion. Composing yourself, you tried to laugh but it sounded like a choked on gurgle. “It came from something so dumb and yet, I get why he reacted how he did.”

You really did. Even if you were so frustrated that a joke had ended up being the reason for the fight, you could understand his frustrations. Sitting at the front door waiting for him had lent you enough time to process it all.

“Still, everyone knows how much you love that man like no other,” Namra pointed out. “You’re the couple that even if you’re saying contradictory statements at one another, are madly into one another.”

“Well, we’ve derailed now,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “I … I have a problem with how I see myself, don’t I?”

“When it comes to anyone else, you accept compliments well enough. Why do you always have to make it harder for yourself when it comes to Jinyoung?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

“I didn’t expect to love him like this,” you whispered, cheeks wet with the tears streaming down your face. “I think he has a ring somewhere and I want to wear it. Yet that’s off the cards now if he’s going to leave me.”

“You and I both know if there’s a ring, Park Jinyoung won’t leave you.”

“He asked why I’m with him. I said because I love him but when he asked again, I couldn’t answer him with anything else. My mind was blank. Ever since he asked that, I’ve been looking for the right answer.”

“Have you found it?”

“Only a bunch of reasons why I don’t want to be without him.”

“One time I didn’t realise I had made Mark feel insecure about us, and when I finally found out, I figured the only way to fix it was to tell him how I felt about him. Sounds to me, Jinyoung might have reacted as big as he did because he’s feeling insecure himself.”

You pondered the idea. Whilst your boyfriend maintained an image of being in control of himself and his feelings, you knew that he was just as indecisive and troubled as you could be. Smiling softly, you got to your feet.

“Nim, I have to go.”

“To your man?” she guessed and you nodded determinedly despite her being unable to see you.

“I have to let him know right now how I feel.”

You knew that during this time of the day that Jinyoung would only be at the office. It didn’t take you long to change into clothes and dash out of the apartment, taking the quickest route you could to him.

You had expected to be nervous. You were never the best at approaching a situation first, even if you had all the opinions in the world about it. You always waited for someone to open the floor first, ensuring that you didn’t speak out of turn or cause any harm to yourself and what others viewed you as.

But right now, you didn’t care for any of that. You walked through the lobby of the company he and Mark ran together, not stopping at the reception as you usually would to ask if now was the right time.

There would never be a time dedicated to speaking how you truly felt scheduled into a workday.

You barely greeted those who recognised you as you walked down the hallway, hitting the elevator button at the end. When the doors opened, you stopped momentarily, Mark appearing from behind them. His eyes widened but he didn’t say anything to throw you off. Nor did he step out of the elevator and so you climbed inside, hitting the floor number he had no doubt just come from.

“This is unexpected.”

“Is it really?”

Mark grinned. “I can’t say I’m not grateful. He’s been an asshole to deal with all day.”

“When he’s moody he’s insufferable,” you agreed, however you smiled, adding another reason to your list.

When the doors opened again, you stepped out with a wave to your friend, your eyes now firmly attached to the office door ahead. You saw their secretary from her desk pick up the phone to call in your arrival but you shook your head to deny the announcement, going right up to his door, twisting the handle and entering quickly.

“Mark, I said that I didn’t want lunch,” a monotonous voice stated, and you continued to move across the room until Jinyoung swung his chair around. He was surprised, hitting his knee against the desk and yelped in response. He then stood up rapidly, hitting his thigh this time.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “I thought I was the clumsy one.”

“Y/N,” he breathed in disbelief, blinking constantly to wash away his stunned expression. “What are you… I mean… and you’re-”

“I’m here,” you stated, stepping over to the frazzled man, taking his hand. It shook in your grip and you squeezed it. “I’m here for you.”

“But I was such an asshole and I haven’t apologised yet,” he mentioned, looking away from you as the guilt surfaced in his eyes.

Your fingertips brushed over the side of his jaw as you slid your hand up to guide him back to looking at you, smiling encouragingly when you saw the hesitance in his eyes. He blinked slowly. “You’re not mad at me?”

“I think we both overreacted in the heat of the moment and took things to the extreme, but no, I was never mad with you.”

“But you went to bed before me yesterday.”

You nodded. “I had no energy to wait up for you. I’m not here to pick at what happened. I just want to answer your question.”

“My question?” he echoed, his forehead creasing with thought. “What question?”

“Why I am with you.”

“Y/N, you don’t-”

You held up a hand to silence him. “I need to tell you this. At the time, I couldn’t believe why you asked me that. It was obvious to me, at least, why I am. Because I love you. That’s what I told you. And yet, there’s so much more to it. I’m with you because even if I thought I was always ready for an end, I don’t ever want there to be one. When I came out and found you gone last night, I was faced with the reality that you and I could actually end. And the idea of you not being in my life was the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“I’m sorry, I should have left you a note or something for where I was.”

You shook your head. “I’m grateful because even though I was struggling to breathe, it made me realise all the reasons why I can’t leave you. The list is endless, you know.”

“It is?” You could tell Jinyoung was beginning to relax, his thumb over your hand now tracing circles over your skin. He even smiled. “You could continue to think of reasons why you need me?”

“Even Mark helped me just before,” you confirmed with a laugh. “How could I possibly manage going a day without your insufferable ways?”

“Hey! I’m not that bad.”

“I love you, Jinyoung,” you confessed, shifting closer. “I love you even when I want to kill you.”

“A passionate demise.”

“See, how could I go without your witty comebacks?”

“Is there something else you’re forgetting to point out?” he wondered airily, pursing his lips together and jutting them out.

You nodded in agreement. “How would I go back to sleeping on just a pillow instead of your arm?!”

“Y/N!” he whined despite laughing, pulling you into him with one arm whilst using his other to brush the hair away from your face. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll try harder to not feel low about myself but when I do, I’ll tell you upfront.”

“And I’ll try my best to accept a joke when you make one.”

“I’m sure you want to kiss me now,” you pointed out and he nodded happily, lowering his mouth to yours, sweetly encompassing you with his love. When the kiss ended, you sighed in content. “I couldn’t go without that either.”

“There’s a whole lot about you that I can’t give up too.”

“We’re stuck with one another even if we have our insecure moments, huh?”

Jinyoung smiled, nodding softly. “Thank you for coming here. I was struggling with knowing how to fix things.”

“It’s not all on you to do that. I can do it too. We are more balanced than we thought.”

Jinyoung kissed you again before resting his forehead on yours. “You know what? We really are.”

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Just Like A Cherry Blossom (Belphegor x Fem!MC)

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When she told Lucifer that she would make her year in the Devildom a year to remember, she certainly didn’t expect it to become this much of a memorable experience. Thousand-year family drama, multiple encounters with danger, six solid demon pacts and...an actual death experience. Out of all the memories she had made throughout the year, the last one still haunted her.

Her and Belphegor had gotten considerably close ever since she found him locked up in the attic and more often than not, she would even skip classes to spend time with him and talk about her day or all the things she was doing during her stay at the Devildom. She knew of his story from Beelzebub and had resolved to gather all the pacts to set him free, but in the meantime, she did not want him to feel excluded. She genuinely believed him when he said he wanted to talk things out with Lucifer and find some common ground, and she worked on his favor to make it happen.

But she was naive.

She had underestimated how much hatred the Avatar of Sloth stored deep inside him. She had underestimated how much Lilith meant to him; enough for his resentment and animosity to keep burning for thousands of years. And because she underestimated a demon, she found herself at the receiving end of that outrage. Time to time, she would still have nightmares about that night. The feeling of losing the air out of her lungs, the feeling of the light fading away from her eyes as his evil smile was the last thing she saw; they all tormented her to this very day.

Yet, things seemed to have wondrously gone back to normal once she was revealed to be Lilith’s descendant; at least on the surface. Belphegor was far clingier than before and he would often call her up in the attic just to talk, like they used to. And she hated how she was agreeing to it so naturally. Even though she was still hurt about how she was tricked like that, even though she felt like his feelings weren’t genuine, her own feelings were. She had come to love everything about him, both his beautiful and his ugly side. She had come to love him as a person, as a man and as a demon. She loved every single part of him. And even though she knew he probably didn’t feel the same way, she was determined to fix their relationship properly. She was determined to fix him. Because she loved him.

“Please, Lucifer, just for one day. I’m begging you.”

“No means no, MC.”

As one would have expected, the path to fixing Belphegor wasn’t easy; especially when grand obstacles like the Avatar of Pride stood in her way. And yet, she wasn’t about to give up now. She was determined to give it her all for the one she loved. That was just how she was.

“It will only be one day, and you will be there too.” she kept trying to reason with the eldest of the demon brothers. “Please, let’s all go for a picnic in the human world. It’s Hanami period up there right now and it’s the perfect weather for an outing like this. I told you time after time how much I miss my world, and… how I wanted to show it to him. I wanted to show Belphie how beautiful the human world is during spring.”

“You of all people should understand why I don’t want him to go up to the human world.” Lucifer argued. “After you poked your nose into our business and created all that mess, it is a miracle you are still alive and Belphie is allowed to roam freely. Don’t test your luck anymore than you already have, MC.”

“You’re right...” she sighed. “You’re probably right, but Belphie is...!”

“Hm? What about Belphie?”

She was so focused on getting Lucifer to agree with her that she didn’t even notice the presence of another demon in the room. Beelzebub was, as always, carrying a mountain of food to his and Belphegor’s room, but he stopped once he heard his twin’s name. He entered Lucifer’s study without a second thought, eager to join the conversation upon seeing her there as well.

“Oh, Beel!” she greeted him, hoping she could make him her ally on this. “Listen, I...I wanted us all to go up to the human world tomorrow. It’s flower viewing season in Japan, where I’m from, and I wanted to show you guys. I wanted to show Belphie how beautiful it is. But Lucifer won’t let us go.”

“...Why?” Beelzebub asked, munching on one of his snacks.

“Because Belphie is not ready to go to the human world yet.” Lucifer was still unshakeable in his opinion. “If he got too emotional remembering Lilith and he went on a rampage, Diavolo would lose face. And...Belphie would have to face punishment again. I cannot allow either of those.”

“You have to show some more faith in him, Lucifer!” she wouldn’t back down either, even if the one she had to go against was the Avatar of Pride himself. “Beel, you and Belphie share feelings and you always know how each other thinks or feels, right? How do you think he would feel about going to the human world? How is he feeling right now? Does he still hold any kind of resentment towards humans?”

“I don’t know the details, but...I know Belphie always feels very happy whenever he’s around you. Even if some of his dark feelings still linger, they disappear during the time you spend together.” the glutton smiled gently. “I think we should go to the human world too. I want to see Belphie talk about how much he loves it...and smile like he used to. Let’s go, Lucifer.”

That must have been the umpteenth time Lucifer had sighed today. The human female alone was a pain to deal with, but now that Beelzebub had joined her in her crusade, this seemed like an impossible quest. Especially if the rest of the brothers heard about this and started pestering him about it as well. He knew that, at this point, there was only one way out of this. And he took it without further hesitation.

“...Fine. I will let Diavolo know.”

The glee both her and Beelzebub shared as they looked at each other after he agreed couldn’t be described with words. And yet, she managed to string up some, wanting him to know how grateful she was to him for taking her feelings into consideration.

“Lucifer, thank you so much-”

“However.” the Avatar of Pride added, before she could finish her sentence. “If, even a minor inconvenience occurs, we are returning back to the Devildom immediately. And you are the one who will be held accountable, MC. Am I clear?”

“Yes! Thank you so much!”

At this point, Lucifer’s threat didn’t even register in her mind. All she could think about was how she would be able to show Belphegor the human world once again. How there was the slightest hope that she could see his smile for the first time; his true smile. All she could think about was how she wanted to set him free. And now, she had earned the chance to do it.

“Sorry, Beel, can you let the rest know?” she spoke excitedly as she skipped towards the door. “I am going to tell Belphie!”

Before she could get a reply out of him, she had already stormed off Lucifer’s study excitedly, in an attempt to find the demon she was looking for. Belphegor could literally fall asleep anywhere, but there were just three spots within the House of Lamentation that one could often find him at. One was his and Beelzebub’s room, but when she went there, she found it empty. And so, she headed for the next possible destination she knew she’d probably find him at; the planetarium. The two of them had spent lots of time there together ever since he was freed; talking, cuddling, sleeping...she had many good memories from that place. But, once again, he wasn’t there. As she probably had expected from the beginning, Belphie always came back to the one place that everything started.

The attic.

And certainly enough, she found him there. He was sprawled all over his pillow fortress, hugging his favourite cow-pattern pillow as he slept peacefully among his stack of blankets. He looked so placid and tranquil in his sleep, that the hand that she had extended to shake him awake stopped midway. She knew she had to tell him they were leaving tomorrow and that he should pack up, but she had already given in to the temptation. She just sat there, watching him sleep for a while longer, observing each and every expression he made.

She knew it wasn’t right. She knew he probably wouldn’t like that, but she couldn’t stop. She just loved every little thing about him. The way his bangs covered the right side of his face, even in his sleep, the way his lips parted as he breathed in and out, snoring ever so slightly and barely audibly. The way his hands would grip onto some of his pillows whenever he was dreaming about something, the way he hardly ever tossed and turned but somehow always ended up out of his covers. She loved everything there was to love about him.

“...MC?”

“Ah...!”

She let out a sudden gasp once Belphie’s sleepy voice brought her out of her daydream, and she cleared her throat awkwardly, desperately trying to come up with an excuse to explain her rude and borderline-creepy actions just now.

“B-Belphie, you’re awake!” she chuckled stiffly. “I’m...sorry. I came to tell you something, but I did not want to wake you up-”

“...It’s fine.” he muttered, rubbing the sleepiness off of his eyes, before smiling at her. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Um...”

She felt weird. Not too long ago, she was so eager to tell him what they were doing tomorrow, but now that she actually got the chance to, the words just wouldn’t come out. Lucifer’s words kept spinning inside her head, warning her that she was making a mistake; telling her that their trip to the human world was more likely to hurt Belphegor rather than help him. But, even so, she had to do it. If she wanted to be his salvation, she had to be brave enough to take the next step.

“So, I...I asked Lucifer for a favor today, and he said yes.”

“Lucifer?” Belphegor’s interest was now piqued. “What kind of favor was it?”

“Well...” she trailed off again. “I asked him if we could visit the human world for a picnic tomorrow morning. It’s Hanami season in my home country, so I thought it would be nice if we all went to see the cherry blossoms together. And, I...I also wanted you to see it.”

The moment those words left her mouth, she instantly regretted it. Belphegor’s expression was completely blank, and she couldn’t help but imagine all the worst possible scenarios that could possibly occur from this. She thought that, perhaps, she should have listened to Lucifer, after all. Perhaps, she shouldn’t have roped Beel into this, hoping they could do something for Belphegor. Perhaps, she shouldn’t have been so overconfident.

“Okay...” he eventually replied. “I’ll go.”

Before she could reply back, however, he had already gone back to sleep. She just stood there, staring at his sleeping form for another couple of minutes, before standing up with a frown and exiting the attic room, her mind a mess of jumbled thoughts and insecurities alike. She didn’t know how tomorrow would go, but she at least hoped it wouldn’t end in disaster.

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“Wooooah! So, this is how Japan looks in 3D! We should start by visiting Akihabara and then...!”

The next day came excruciatingly fast, and before they knew it, MC and the brothers had all passed through the gate that teleported them straight to Tokyo, her hometown. Even though they wanted to be there in the morning, however, when they arrived, it was already afternoon. Still, that didn’t stop them from going along with their plan.

It was needless to say that Leviathan was the most excited of them all, taking photos left and right like a foreign European tourist, rambling about how each and every place reminded him of his favorite anime. Lucifer threatened to take them back many times after Levi was getting lost into anime stores and Mammon went around wanting to buy everything, but eventually, they settled as they arrived at the park they would be doing their flower viewing.

MC thought she would be happy to see her home after so many months in the Devildom, but at that moment, she couldn’t think of anything like that. Her nostalgic feelings were overwhelmed by her anxiety as she repeatedly stole glances at Belphegor, who still looked as expressionless as ever as he walked through the beautiful sakura-filled streets. The flower petals swept by the wind caressed his hair like spontaneous flutters, and his eyes reflected the clear blue sky of spring as he looked around, and MC could have sworn she had seen nothing more beautiful in her entire life so far. But even though he painted such a gorgeous image, why...why did he look like that?

“We will set up the picnic in this spot.”

Lucifer’s words pulled her out of her trance, and she looked at the free spot under a large cherry tree that the demon had found. Nobody else was around, because it was at the foot of a small hill that had a rather uneven angle. Yet, that wasn’t much of a bother to the demons; or to her for the matter.

“Let’s get the blanket set first.” Satan proposed as he took out the picnic supplies they all brought with them.

“Yosh! I’m gonna bring out the booze!” Mammon eagerly looked through the basket.

“Ah, the food-” Beelzebub was also approaching said basket, drooling over the smell of the fresh sandwiches.

“Beel, don’t touch the food until we are all seated.” Lucifer was barking warnings at his brothers. “Levi, Asmo...you two help with the preparation before you start taking pictures of yourselves.”

“Eh? No way!” Asmodeus whined. “Are you saying I can’t capture the true beauty of those cherry blossoms and myself while the light is still good? That would be blasphemy! Right now, I look like a flower among flowers, don’t you think~?”

“ROFLMAO! You don’t get it, Asmo!” Levi laughed out loud, furiously taking selfies and typing on his phone. “This is Hanami season! The only beauty that should be appreciated is of the cherry blossoms themselves! #humanworld #hanami #withMCandtheBros.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at their antics as she took out more blankets and pillows, which she had packed especially for Belphegor in case he wanted to sleep under the sakura trees. And yet, once she raised her head to ask him if he needed anything, he was nowhere to be found. Her whole being was alarmed instantly, remembering Lucifer’s words over and over again, until she glanced towards him almost terrified, revealing what everyone else had failed to notice so far.

“Um...” she trailed off hesitantly. “Has anyone seen Belphie?”

All procedures immediately stopped. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed when he realized his younger brother was missing, and was about to say something before Beelzebub interjected.

“Ah-” he interjected. “I saw him go up the hill. He probably went to sleep under that large tree up there...”

“Hah...” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. “MC, go bring him back. Don’t be late.”

“Y-Yes...”

Following Lucifer’s command, she started climbing up the hill, looking left and right for a familiar silhouette or anything else that would pinpoint Belphegor’s location, but she didn’t have to look any further when she reached the top. He was the first thing she noticed as she took in the view in front of her. There he was, leaning his back against the trunk of a pink tree, stray flower petals falling on top of his head, and others surrounding him as the view from below the hill became visible. The city of Tokyo looked majestic in the evening, its tall buildings bathing in the moonlight and reflecting it back, creating a stunning sparkle effect that would please anyone’s eyes.

Yet, she couldn’t see any of that. For she was already watching someone who sparkled more than the sun itself. Rather than the buildings, she admired the way the light was reflecting his narrow purple eyes. Rather than the sakura trees, she admired his curious gaze as he held a flower petal in his open palm and examined him. Rather than viewing flowers, she would very much prefer to view him. And she would have loved to keep that up for eternity, if only Lucifer had not given her the order to bring him back.

Sighing in disappointment, she took a few steps forward to get his attention and stood beside him, supporting herself with one hand against the tree trunk.

“Belphie...Lucifer said-”

“Oh, MC!” he interrupted her, smiling as he patted the spot next to him. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come sit here.”

“But, Lucifer-”

“He can wait. Now, come here.”

She was confused. He had been looking disinterested and impassive since yesterday. His mood did not change when they arrived in Tokyo either. But now that they were alone, he was suddenly smiling again, inviting her to cuddle with him like he did all the other times. Like he wasn’t being weird before. Like he nothing had ever happened. And that’s how it had always been since those two met. Belphegor’s personality, his attitude...it had no in-between. It was either zenith or nadir with him. And that was something she just couldn’t wrap her head around.

“Okay then...”

She eventually gave in and sat next to him, fixing her gaze on the scenery in front of her. The two sat there in silence for a little while, before the demon leaned his head on her shoulder and spoke up, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes.

“So this is where you grew up...” he trailed off, smiling up at her. “I’ve always wanted to see that.”

“...The place I grew up?” she replied reluctantly, looking away in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks.

“Yes.” Belphegor confirmed. “There are...many things I want to know about you. That was one of them.”

Badump

Her heart was beating so loud that she figured he must have certainly heard it by now. She could still not understand his attitude or why he was so hot-and-cold, but since she was given this one chance now, she knew she had to take it. If she wanted to understand him, if she wanted to help him, she had to dance to his own rhythm.

“There are...many things I want to know about you too.” she confessed. “Sometimes, I’m having a very hard time understanding you.”

“...Oh?” Belphie raised an eyebrow as he leaned away from her shoulder and turned to properly look her in the eye. “Why is that?”

“I...” she trailed off, taking a deep breath before continuing with her explanation. “Belphie, are you happy to be here today? Did I overstep my boundaries by inviting you to the human world?”

His eyes narrowed and a lopsided grin adorned his features as he turned his attention back to the landscape.

“You didn’t.” he admitted. “I’ve just been thinking of something for a while.”

“...What is it?”

That question was followed by a long silence. Belphegor’s eyes never left the scenery, but her eyes were on him all the time, watching his expression morph from a grin to a more serious one, a frown replacing his previous cheekiness as he finally spoke up again.

“MC...why did you forgive me?”

Another long silence, but this time, from her side. She couldn’t fully process the question at first. Belphie was blunt, but he had never talked to her so openly before. He never let it show that this was bothering him. He was always clinging to her like nothing bad ever happened between them, smiling and cuddling as if they have liked each other all along. That was why she couldn’t wrap her head around it. She couldn’t understand where this wistful expression was coming from.

“That’s...” she paused. “That’s because I understood. I understood where your resentment was coming from. And I understood that I was just the outlet of it. You didn’t hate me, personally. You hated the humans as a whole, right? And you hated them for a justifiable reason.”

“...A justifiable reason?” he blinked at her.

“I know how important Beel and Lilith were to you. I know about the irreplaceable bond you three shared. And I can understand why you would get upset at the human who broke that bond.” she continued. “It hurt so much because you felt betrayed, right? The humans that you used to love so much took something even more dear away from you. And even if it wasn’t the entire human race but just one human’s fault, your pain was so intense that it couldn’t be contained. Because I knew all that, I genuinely wanted to help you. I wanted to save you.”

“...”

“I wanted you to make amends with Lucifer and explain your point of view to him, I wanted you to reunite with Beelzebub and talk everything out, and I wanted you to see the rest of your brothers too. Your family was so important to you and you all had been through so much, that I wanted to help you make things right.” she concluded. “But, more importantly, I wanted to see you smile for real. While you were in the attic, even though you smiled at me all the time, it never felt real. But the times you were reminiscing about Lilith and your time as an angel...you had such a warm smile. It made me want to see it again and again, so I fought, and I’m still fighting to get it back. I just really want...to see you happy, Belphie. That’s why I brought you here today. But seeing you look like this...I started doubting my decision. I didn’t know if it was okay...bringing you up to the human world after all this time.”

A sudden gust of wind blew her hair on her face, bringing stray cherry blossom petals along with it that got tangled all over her locks. She tried to use her hands to swipe the hair away, but it was another hand that got to it instead. Belphegor gently tucked the loose strands behind her ear, and caressed her cheek, tracing his fingers down her jawline slowly, causing her to look up at him in surprise.

However, once she did, her breath was instantly taken away.

The vigorous gales had turned into a soothing spring breeze, bringing along cherry blossom petals that were moving along the trail of the wind, dancing around him like little cheerful flutters. In the center of it was a smile as sweet as honey, his eyes teary due to the wind, looking as if they were dripping nectar from their tear ducts, narrowing lovingly as they met her own gaze. His hair flickered in the flow of the dancing cherry blossom petals as he used his other hand to pull them away from his blushing face, that looked radiant under the moonlight; enough to paint the perfect picture.

“As I thought...I really like you, MC.”

She didn’t know what it was that made her do it. It could be the fact that she was back in her hometown, her world, and she was oozing with confidence because of that. It could be the stars and the moonlight that adorned the evening Tokyo sky like tiny little jewels. Or it could just be the way he looked tonight. He always looked handsome, but tonight he was breathtaking. Everything about him was so dreamy, that she had leaned in close to take in every inch of his image without realizing.

And then she kissed him.

Her lips lingered on his, softly and ever so slightly, moving along with the sway of the soft spring breeze. Steadily and excruciatingly slow, she was savoring every bit of his taste. Every second, every breath. His eyelashes fluttered, eyes closing gently in response, as he became more and more intimate, responding to her actions lovingly, allowing the tip of his tongue to part her lips tenderly, seeking for her own eagerly between rugged breathing and soft, delicate moans that were rolling out of his mouth like velvet. His hand that was previously caressing her cheek had now found its way to the back of her head, pulling her further and further in, not allowing her a single breath as he relished the flavor of her cherry lip balm mixed with the odors of spring and the sounds of the night.

Eventually, and regrettably so, he pulled back to grant her some air, immersing all of his senses into the sight of her flustered state, taking in every inch of her beauty. She looked dazzling under the stars, as if time had stopped around them. Her features were illuminated by the moonlight, each and every inch of her face sparkling with love as it blushed velvet red, looking away as if to hide from view. It just made the moment...all the more magical.

“I didn’t mean to do this-” she stuttered through her awkwardness and discomposure. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t...!”

He chuckled at her words. Because it definitely didn’t seem like it to him. And that was why he didn’t let her finish that sentence. With one swift move, he toppled her over, pinning her hands on the grassy ground, hovering over her, staring at her petite form. She looked so small under him, so fragile. And at that moment, he was reminded of how transient human life was. Fleeting and ephemeral, just like the cherry blossoms dancing around them. Even though they are meant to wither, they bloom over and over again, every spring, without fail. They never remained buds, even though they knew they would fall eventually. They would blossom, more and more beautiful each time. Their petals disappeared in the wind, but their memory remained eternally, to remind them of the fragility and the beauty of life.

It was at that moment that he was reminded; why he loved humans so much. Today they were a flower, tomorrow they were scattered in the wind. But their fragrance became an everlasting memory that kept them alive until the end of time. It kept them alive in their memories, their mind and their heart. It made them immortal.

“Just like a cherry blossom...” he smiled softly, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.

“Be...Belphie?”

“You made me fall in love with someone so ephemeral...” he whispered, one breath away from her lips. “Take responsibility, MC. Create memories with me. Enough to last me for all eternity, even when you’re gone.”

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I saw your post about Luke’s MC in KBTBB and I was wondering why she’s the worst? Never played that route and I want to sip some tea while I listen to hot takes. The only thing I know about Luke is when he pops up in other routes and says “Hey sexy bones” which is so lame it makes me want to kick him in the face.

lmao not to start Discourse(tm) bc i know it’s one single me vs an entire army of kbtbb fans out there so DISCLAIMER this is just my personal opinion please don’t let it affect your own personal enjoyment of any title or characters!!

(i say this all the while knowing that if someone other than me said one (1) bad word about kaga’s mc i would murder them and then myself.)

in all seriousness, i just think she’s so mean to him lol. basically i understand like in real life if you saw someone like luke you’d be like honestly what the fuck. be a normal person. but why is it that this person puts up with eisuke’s shit but then luke does something which is comparatively normal and she’s immediately scolding him lol. maybe this is bc i am always fond of the kinda weird my pace 4D airheaded space alien type (the fact that matsunaga got his route before ekuni feels like a personal attack on me) but i feel like she just doesn’t accept him for who he is and doesn’t understand the way he expresses love. i won’t fault her for not communicating her insecurities about certain things bc (1) i hate doing that myself and (2) all voltage mcs are like this and it stirs up drama and very cute conclusions where the love interest affirms his love. but i just feel like she always acts on her own and unlike some other love interests who just seem to read her mind at all times, poor luke is left like ??? not knowing what is going on bc she’s either scolding him or acting weird.

maybe this gets better after his sequel bc i gave up after that but i just think personally that luke is at his best when he’s being airheaded and showing his affection in his own unique way but his mc really needs to be loved in ‘conventional’ ways which means that luke needs to go out of his way to demonstrate his love in ways that she understands more than her trying to understand him (or they do the standard kbtbb thing and just resolve it with a sex scene instead of genuine resolution lol...). but ~i~ love luke and i would just let him be his weirdo spaced out self around me and i would go along with it bc i’m also a spaced out type ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so to me i think he deserves better bc i would be so stressed out if i dated his mc and she kept being sad and mopey or nagging unless i did things which are beyond my usual love languages and/or lifestyle bc she cares too much about what other people think lmao. BASICALLY i THINK what i’m trying to say is that i enjoy it the most when love interests change organically of their own volition for their mc but with luke i find that she tries too much to change him??? in a mean way? idk. voltage let luke be airheaded and horny 2020.

slfdkj hahaha honestly i don’t mind the sexy bones thing (even though his mc minds it SO MUCH) bc i... love nicknames... but it’s just so funny that they decided to translate it like that bc i’m p certain in japanese he just calls her sakotsu-chan (collarbone/clavicle-chan) but then in english sometimes they abbreviate it to just “sexy” so he’s just like striding around calling her sexy lmao

LET LUKE LIVE PEACEFULLY 2020 without being tested by his gf????

anyway people who have read beyond luke’s sequel do let me know if she gets any better or if you like her/what you like about her. i did read his unrelenting jealousy substory and thought luke was cute enough but still wasn’t impressed with his mc so who knows if i will ever like her tho haha

#luke foster #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #snow answers #Anonymous #love 365 #love 365 find your story #otome romance #voltage inc

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Soul of a Warrior. Chapter 11: Overflown

Fandom: The Witcher

Ship: Jaskier x Nissa (OC)

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A/N: These are some of my favorite Jasnissa (Jaskier + Nissa, do you all like the ship name? :D) interactions in the series! I hope you enjoy reading!

Panic takes over my blissful serenity when I come to my senses. My head is pounding. I can’t remember what happened or when I went to sleep. I stir a bit, yet freeze when I meet with something warm and firm against me. I open my eyes and look over my shoulder. Jaskier peacefully sleeps behind me, with his arm dangled over my waist. My mind races, urgently trying to recover memories from yesterday. It is blank. Not being able to remember anything worries me. I think hard, shutting my eyes tight in concentration.

Geralt got hurt. We treated him. That sorceress, Yennefer, was here too. She and Geralt argued. He shouted at me when I tried to reassure him about how they actually loved each other despite it all. And then… I returned to Jaskier. We drank. A lot. That is all.

“J-Jaskier?” I utter, hoping in our drunkenness we didn’t do anything… intimate. At least we are still fully clothed, which contributes to calm me down.

He only hums quite happily and snuggles even closer to me. I blush. Fortunately, we didn’t seem to do anything. Not that I wouldn’t want to, but… Wait, do I want to? Well, perhaps, but not when I am not fully aware, when I can’t even remember it.

I sigh, resolved to enjoying his closeness. As quietly as possible, I shift to be facing him. Jaskier is smiling in his sleep, looking quite adorable. I smile myself and snuggle closer. His arms unconsciously tighten around me. My heart flutters. A new feeling takes over me, threatening to make me addicted to it. It is so unbelievably wonderful. I have to hold back the urge to lovingly push his hair out of his eyes. It tangles with his eyelashes.

Geralt’s words suddenly echo in my mind. Despite his harsh ways and high volume, he was right about one thing: it is stupid to conceal our feelings. Even if I am still not sure about Jaskier’s, I might as well try my luck by confessing to him. Easier said than done, though. I picture the scene, of professing my undying love for him. He would only flirt back and not take it seriously. If I insisted, he might laugh. Jaskier would think I was teasing and not believe me when I admitted that my feelings were true. Even if he did, could he reciprocate them? Would he reject me and ruin our wonderful dynamic?

Groaning in frustration, I hold on to his shirt. Stupid bard. This wouldn’t be so hard if he was more sincere. Is his flattering honest or just a façade? I have seen him flirt with other women, why would I be any different from all of them?

“Mm… Hey” A somnolent voice welcomes me, inviting me to look up into his eyes.

I chuckle as he watches me through one eye, rubbing the other to sober up. Just a glance at his angelic face and my vexation disappears, especially when he looks so sleepy and he still smiles at me. I can’t quite explain why, but it feels… magical. All of this.

“Did I wake you?” I gently tug at his shirt and he shakes his head.

“How are you feeling?” Jaskier asks, much to my surprise.

I gawk at him, but he only examines my expression. Did I miss something? Oh, gods… Did something actually happen last night? Did I somehow hurt myself? Did I say something that perhaps upset and worried him?

“Why would you ask?”

“Well” He makes a pause, laughing a little. “You were quite… giddy…”

“Oh, dear…” I cover my face with my hands in anticipation. “What happened?”

“You see, heartbroken by Geralt’s boorish manners, you came to me” The drowsiness slowly leaves his face as he smirks. “And I looked after you when you drank wine like it was water and you were stranded on a desert”

“You drank too” I complain, though his grin doesn’t leave off.

“Unlike you, my fair Nissa, I can hold my liquor” He taps my nose with one finger and I scrunch it. “I didn’t drink that much in any case”

“Ugh…” Just imagining the events that could have taken place, I cringe in embarrassment.

“I brought you here to the room and made sure you were alright. You know, like a gentleman” His deeds lose significance the more he gloats about them. “You felt a bit sick, so I put you to bed”

I observe him in search of signs that prove he is making it up. He only tilts his head innocently.

“If you are lying to me…”

“I would never!”

Before I can make up my mind about the veracity of his tale, the door roughly swings open. I groan and shrink closer to Jaskier when a headache throbs in my temples as a result of the loud noises. He protectively holds me closer.

“You’re awake” I didn’t quite appreciate the low volume of Jaskier’s tender voice until Geralt came along being loud and crude. “We’re leaving”

“We’re not talking to you” Jaskier proudly says, not even looking his direction.

I have a full view of the witcher from my spot. He stares at the bard’s back without a word. One of his grunts echoes around the silent room. Tempting Jaskier, Geralt doesn’t move a muscle. As expected, the curiosity gets the better of him and the bard looks at his friend over the shoulder.

“Where are we going, exactly?”

“I thought you weren’t talking to me”

“And bless you with absolute silence?” I sarcastically tell him, sitting up on the bed. “Not a chance, witcher”

“Hm…” Geralt only says, refusing to make eye contact with me. Still, he does not apologize. And I doubt he ever will.

“Uh… well?” Jaskier sits up too, awkwardly glancing between the both of us. “Where are we off to?”

“The outskirts”

“That sounds fun”

“Yen is taking us there”

So they have worked things out after all. How ironic that his outburst was for naught.

“What?!” The bard jumps to his feet, a hand falling over his hip. “Absolutely not!”

My head pounds, although that is not the only reason why I grumble. I find myself bearing certain hostility towards Yennefer myself. Even if she hasn’t personally attacked me as Jaskier claimed she has him, it is her mere presence in the group that disrupts our entire dynamic. With Geralt especially, who loses his mind whenever she is around.

“Why on earth is she taking us there?” I stand myself, stopping beside Jaskier.

“She wants to go to a nearby intersection” Geralt briefly explains. “It will probably be swarming with monsters”

Jaskier blinks repeatedly, surely holding back a snarky remark on the matter. Instead he grins sarcastically.

“I see” He says as he nods vehemently. “So you, ever her loyal protector, insisted on accompanying her. How did that work out for you, Geralt?”

He must have been painfully accurate, because the witcher only groans.

“We must go, Nissa” Jaskier takes me by the arm and goes ahead of him. “To make sure she doesn’t spill venom all over and poison him”

I look back just in time to see Geralt rubbing his temples and arming himself with patience.

A small river runs alongside us, and its music accompanies us as we walk. Sporadic sprouts of green vegetation cover the brown soil. The ground is soft under our boots. It feels as though we could dig to reach the power hidden beneath, yet that won’t be necessary in the presence of a mage. Yennefer now leads the way, and although an outsider would think she was wandering, the sorceress seems to know what she is doing. The horses are restless when we stop and search, which alludes to the presumed large amount of power contained in here. A few cats calmly sit around as well, seemingly attracted by the very same thing.

“Uh… forgive my ignorance” Jaskier pipes up. “But… what is an intersection, exactly?”

I remain silent, because even if I have a vague notion about what they are, I wouldn’t be able to put it into words. Especially not with how sluggish I feel at the moment. Geralt steps right in, however, expertly teaching us more on the matter.

“They’re places from which mages can draw power” He responds, although his eyes never once leave Yennefer. The latter stops walking and stares at her hands, and she grins widely.

“It’s here” She confirms, facing her palms to the ground.

Geralt pulls out his sword, vigilant to our surroundings, and nods in her direction. He has her back. The sorceress then closes her eyes. She doesn’t move from the spot, but she looks focused. Jaskier sighs in boredom next to me, leaning an elbow on my shoulder. It is indeed uneventful, not the adventure I expected. Had I known we would be watching Yennefer just standing there, I would have stayed in the inn and sulked, perhaps prepare a witty speech to scold Geralt... or just continue to enjoy that closeness with Jaskier.

“So…” He mutters in my direction. “How’s your hangover?”

I bite my lip in self-restraint, only further irritated by his smirk.

“Quit your smugness, bard”

“What smugness? It was a genuine question”

“Well, I am going to genuinely wipe that smirk off your face”

"I care about you, Nissa, I was only... Wait, what was that sound?”

“Don’t change the subject now”

“No, really… I heard something…”

I open my mouth to complain, too tired to put up with it. And then I hear it too, some sort of growling sound. Geralt calls attention to it soon after.

“Archespores!” He warns us before lunging towards a disgusting looking plant that emerges from the ground with a hissing sound. It is nearly camouflaged amongst the vegetation. “Be careful, they are poisonous!”

“Jaskier!” I hurriedly push him off me. “Protect the horses!”

While he stumbles back to go do what I asked him to, I study my surroundings. Geralt is easily fighting off those creatures as he expertly swings his blade, protecting Yennefer while she takes the power from the intersection. I take my sword, which I have been carrying lately since training with Geralt. Unlike the witcher, who fends up the poisonous spikes that the archespores throw, I can only try to fight them off as best I can. I swing my sword in a pathetic attempt to deflect them, though it isn’t quite as effective as when Geralt does it. I grit my teeth and take a step back.

“Nissa, look out!” Jaskier’s voice sounds extremely close to me.

Everything seems to happen slowly. Thanks to his warning, I manage to see one of the creatures approach me. An arcespore has suddenly protruded from the ground to my right, and so I cut through it precisely in time to avoid myself getting hurt. I cut off its stem and kick it to push it away from me. It drags across the ground like a disgusting reptile. I exhale in relief. However, Jaskier had thrown himself forward in an attempt to warn me.

The archespore that I cut off is headed is way now. When he yelps, Geralt calls his name. The witcher’s hand is stretched out in his direction, flexing his fingers in a very specific way. I know what will happen before it occurs. I am not quick enough to stop it. Indeed, Geralt’s sign violently sends Jaskier flying back and slamming his back on the ground. While his landing is rough and he gasps when his body meets the hard surface, I can tell Geralt was only trying to get him out of harm’s way.

As soon as the path is free, the witcher casts fire upon the creature. The archespore shrieks, though it doesn’t die. It is adamant on hurting us, returning to its target. My hearts is pounding in my chest, though skips a beat when Jaskier screams in pain.

“Jaskier!” I quickly glance at him to see he is still on the ground, groaning and clutching his side. If he doesn’t move, he’ll get hurt. “Hold on!”

While Geralt prepares to cast the sign again, I stand between Jaskier and the archespore. My hands are trembling and hinder the simple task of wielding my sword. Fortunately, Geralt rids us of the creature with the summoning of his fire sign. Another one has erupted from the ground close to Jaskier’s head, and so I don’t hesitate to cut off its stem and kick it as far away as possible. Then I glance at him as the bard writhes in pain.

“Hang on, Jaskier!” I insist, even though when I look again, the chaos has died down. The archespores have all being taken care of. Geralt stands in the middle of it all, silver sword dripping with archespore juice. Yennefer triumphantly sighs next to him, breathing heavily after canalizing the power this place offered her.

“Everyone okay?” The witcher’s eyes sweep around.

“No!” Jaskier exclaims, holding his hand up as a cry for help. “I might be dying”

“Jas…” I worriedly call him, rushing to kneel by his side. “What happened?”

“Geralt threw me across with his witchering” He whines, wincing and clutching his side.

“Uh… yeah…” The witcher mutters, approaching us. “I was trying to get you away from the archespore”

“Are you bleeding?” I ask Jaskier, looking him up and down for signs of injury.

“No, but…” He sharply breathes in, groaning in pain. “I-I think I broke something”

I have a haunting suspicion that it’s his ribs. While I carefully move his hands away, I feel Geralt and Yennefer hovering over me, watching the bard. I push his doublet to the side to have better access to his injury. Jaskier yelps in pain when my fingers gingerly press there where he was clutching. I bow my head, confirming my early diagnosis. At least this is something quite simple and my many hours dedicated to studying have been useful on the matter.

“You broke some ribs” I carefully palpate, feeling the bone under his shirt.

“Ugh, brilliant...” He fidgets in the spot, still not daring to sit up further.

“You’ll survive” Yennefer tiredly tells him behind me.

I sneak my hands under his shirt to properly feel the fracture. He immediately shrinks away from my touch.

“Ah, your hands are cold!” Before I can ask him to suck it up, he sighs and presses my hands against his side. “It's quite nice, actually”

“We should get you some ice” I still check his ribs, counting two broken bones. It is a relief that they are the lower ribs, since the higher ones are closer to the lungs and the heart and could have complicated things by breaking, being so close to the organs.

“Let’s go back” Geralt offers Jaskier a hand, which he immediately takes. Quite easily, he is pulled to his feet.

I stand up myself, watching him carefully. Jaskier still holds a hand to his side. Broken ribs are indeed extremely painful as well as a slow healing process. He drags his feet across the ground, carrying himself differently as he tries to favor his injury. His hand never leaves that spot, putting pressure while he breathes carefully.

As we walk away from that blasted place, Yennefer has started speaking and commenting about the newfound power surging through her veins. Jaskier talks over her, seemingly too focused on his pain to pay attention to her. Or perhaps he does it to antagonize her.

“Ugh… Geralt, you beast” He mutters, still groaning. “You broke my ribs”

“Better having broken ribs than being dead” The witcher dryly replies. However, when I glance at him he is frowning a bit. “Nissa will patch you up when we’re back”

That comment gathers Jaskier’s attention on me. Intending to help him, I quietly move to his good side and close the distance between us. He watches me in curiosity as I wrap an arm around him. This way, I securely hold him up by with one hand on his back and other on his chest. Jaskier smiles a bit and accepts my aid by resting an arm over my shoulders and leaning his weight over me. He sighs in relief with my support.

“You’re awfully quiet” He points out, which I hadn’t realized myself. I am just not feeling very talkative at the moment.

It isn’t the first time I see him getting hurt, and yet… a sudden restlessness has nestled within me. When I saw him falling and heard him scream, something stirred in my heart. Despite knowing he wasn’t badly injured, my mind began racing. He occupied all my thoughts, and it pained me deeply to know he was hurt in any way, no matter how mild.

“Uh…” I trail off while I buy myself some time to think. “I have a headache”

Jaskier grins when he is reminded of my hangover, and hence, of what happened last night. Honestly, I don’t feel the same amusement right now. I hope he isn’t aware of how distressed I am at the moment. I tremble slightly, and my lungs work relentlessly to get some air I can breathe with. All because of that thought that consumes me, that something far worse than a few broken ribs could have been his fate and can be at any given moment during our journey. That thought deeply upsets me.

Jaskier’s added weight proves exhausting as we finally reach the inn once more. The tension makes home in my muscles, and my entire being begs for me to rest. Sleep for a long time. These days have been daunting to say the least.

I am about to enter the establishment when I realize Geralt and Yennefer have stopped. They are a few steps of distance from Jaskier and me, calmly speaking. Really close. Too close. They then kiss, and my stomach churns at the sight. A non-physical ache overpowers any other discomfort in my body. It is a yearning too deep to fathom. Jaskier is extremely close to me, though it breaks my heart to think that I might never have with him what they have. Refusing to idly watch Yennefer and Geralt kissing, I turn to him.

“W… What’s wrong?” He immediately asks, noticing something is off. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Because I wish you learned my feelings. And I feel stupidly happy whenever you are around me. I swoon at the thought of kissing you. I tingle all over at the memory of our fake kiss. I sigh when I lock eyes with you and immerse myself in the unforgiving beauty of the ocean in your eyes. Your smile makes my heart sing loud enough for me to compose the best of ballads despite knowing nothing about music. Because I would die for you. And in spite of it all, I am too frightened to tell you any of this.

I shake my head and tiredly put my arms around his neck instead. Very gingerly, I hold him close and nuzzle his chest. There’s that gentle warmth I crave.

“You scared me…” I say instead, concealing all these thoughts swarming in my mind.

“Sorry…” Jaskier whispers, tenderly wrapping an arm around me as well. “I’m alright, Nissa”

Were it not by his broken ribs, I would squeeze him tight against me, as tight as I could. So tight I’d bruise him. That may quell this need I have, this longing to have him impossibly close. At least that would make me content if I can’t have him.

“You are” I only mutter, scolding myself for being a coward. For yielding to this weakness.

I cannot conceive the idea of telling him. Even after all these emotions resurged, it is impossible for me to muster enough courage to pour them all out. The result is far too unnerving and intimidating, and a possible rejection is enough to break my heart just with the thought of it. Instead, I content myself with holding him. Feel him close against me. A bit hurt, but alive and well. Warm and gentle as always. Yes, that may be enough for now. How could I confess at this moment, in any case? We are all tired and a bit grumpy. It isn’t the right time.

His hand finds the dip in my waist, that spot it has rested on so many times and that seems the perfect place for him to hold on to. He gently pushes me off him. He stares. Despite how pleasant and hypnotizing they are, I cannot seem to be able to look into his eyes.

“Hey” Jaskier whispers, reluctantly making me gaze into them. “Did I scare you so badly?”

“Well…”

“Are you still worried then?”

“No…” I manage a feeble smile. “No, I’m only tired”

“Me too” He heavily sighs, although the movement pains him and causes him to wince.

“You should get some rest, Jas” I am about to hold on to him again and take him inside, though I glance at the pair.

Geralt and Yennefer are still standing too closely, and I don’t need to be a seer to understand their intimate thoughts. I would assume she wishes to leave soon, but not without spending some time alone with the witcher first. My heart bleeds in envy of what they have when their foreheads touch.

“Go on” I kindly pat Jaskier’s back. “I will be right there”

The bard nods and slowly makes his way into the inn. I on turn move towards them. Noticing this, Geralt walks my direction as well, gesturing for Yennefer to wait for him. A bit distant from us, the sorceress stares at me. Her violet eyes hold my gaze when I reciprocate, though they then follow Jaskier quite eloquently. Am I truly that transparent?

The witcher watches me expectantly, and so I say what I came to. No more.

“Uh… Jaskier and I are going in… to get some rest and treat to his injury”

“Good”

“Good…”

“What is it then?”

“I don’t understand…”

“You’re upset”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jaskier will recover”

“I… I know”

“And still lost your smile”

He doesn’t alter his expression, only watching me closely. Self-conscious about it, I let out a forced chuckle. He’s trying. He is stubborn and exasperating, but he is trying.

“I thought you didn’t care, witcher”

“Hm”

The silence is painfully heavy. We refuse to make eye contact. I rummage my brain to think of something to say, but my mind is completely blank. Anyhow, I don’t have the energy to even attempt to regain our prior dynamic. I am absolutely exhausted.

“Well, uh… Enjoy yourselves” I blurt out, rubbing my nape.

“You too” Even though the conversation is clearly over, we linger in the spot.

That dreaded silence returns. I internally cringe at the awkward moment. His golden eyes watch me. I take a hesitant step back. Geralt turns his body away from me as well. We say nothing else. I grimace at how terrible that interaction was and go to reunite with Jaskier.

When I enter the room, I find Jaskier sitting in the bed. He has taken his doublet off to be left in his white undershirt. As much as it vexes me, he looks very attractive in it. His notepad lies on his lap, and he furiously scribbles down on it. A pronounced frown is etched in his brow.

“What did that poor paper ever do to you?” My voice gathers is attention in me now.

“Ugh, Nissa…” Jaskier sighs. “It took me ages to get my doublet off!”

My lips part and I am about to mindlessly reply. Had he waited, I could have helped him take his clothes off. I remain silent and gather my efforts in not blushing when the thought flusters me. This is getting ridiculous.

Jaskier does not notice any of my inner struggles, far too preoccupied with his injury.

“I can’t do anything, it hurts all over!” He continues to complain, throwing an arm up in the air. “I can’t play my lute, I can’t walk, I can’t even sing!”

“Then lie down” I take the notepad from him and set it over the table.

“Bollocks” He barks even as he obeys and lies on his back. His hand keeps pressing against his side as though it is stuck there. “Every breath is agony”

“Try to relax” I say as I put a blanket over him, not wanting him to on top of all get cold.

“Will you be looking after me, Nissa?” There is a bit of vulnerability in his voice that makes me feel even more protective of him, if possible.

“Of course, my duties as the group medic bound me” I accommodate the blanket over his chest, and he smirks at me as though he is enjoying my cares far too much.

“Don’t lie, love, you do it because you adore me”

“Or because otherwise you would only whine all day”

"I would not..." While he talks, I take a step away from the bed, but he is already alert. “Wait, w-where are you going?”

“I should get you some ice for the swelling of the ribs and-“ Before I can move further, his hand has tenderly wrapped around mine.

“No, just stay here with me” When I stare at him astonishment, he gives me those blasted puppy eyes that I can’t resist. “Please?”

I heave a dramatic sigh and sit in the bed with him, careful to choose his good side. Jaskier grins in celebration and I shake my head at him. It sets my teeth on edge how much I adore him.

“You think you only have to give me those eyes and cutely say ‘please’ and I will do anything”

“I absolutely do”

“Stupid bard”

Perhaps at any other moment, I would have been able to wittily retort back. Yet right this second I can’t think clearly. Many hypotheses circle my brain as to why that can be: my dispute with Geralt, my hangover, the remnants of adrenaline still pursing through my veins… though none of that is true, I am only deceiving myself and I know it. It’s Jaskier. It’s always him, flustering me with his presence alone, with his dashing smile and kind eyes. Gods, when did I become a hopeless romantic that believes in true love? Pathetic.

“You can lie down with me” He teases me, poking my side and making me jolt up when it tickles. “My ribs may be broken, but I’m not made of glass”

“You might still break, Jas” I acquire a confident façade to hide the turmoil nestled deep within me. “You are such a delicate flower”

Jaskier completely freezes for a moment. His expression showcases a myriad of emotions as it changes from confusion to outrage to moderate amusement.

“Wh…” He only utters. His mouth falls agape. “You… Nissa, I…”

A genuine grin takes over my mouth, though it quickly vanishes when he harshly pulls at my arm. I squeak and fall over him, lying down as he wanted me to. Fortunately, I leaned on his chest and not on his ribs. Even so, he grimaces a bit as it probably hurt in any case. Nonetheless, he doesn’t complain. He only stares at me with great concentration.

Rolling my eyes in resignation, I get comfortable next to him. The bed is still too small for two people and we are forced to press our bodies together. I take notice of the mere inches that separate our faces, our noses and our foreheads. Our lips. Considering leaning back, I open my mouth to utter an excuse. However, Jaskier fidgets and clears his throat himself.

“Will you speak to me, Nissa?” I watch him in confusion, so he elaborates. “The sound of your voice is soothing”

The intensity of his gaze takes my breath away. I part my lips once more, trying to say something, perhaps trying to say it all. He said something so sweet that I want to reciprocate. The moment is tender and intimate, and he hasn't said a joke in a bit. Perhaps the outcome may be more favorable than I first imagined. This is my chance. If I could speak my mind…

My cheeks burn in anticipation. My breath hitches in my throat.

“Actually, I…” I start, mentally cursing my rapid heartbeat. “I need to tell you something”

“Oh, please, not now, love! We’re both exhausted” When his fingers reach out to fix my hair, I feel as though my heart will jump out of my chest. “It surely can wait”

“But you said…” I clumsily mutter, feeling myself blushing still. Can he not see it?

“I meant something trivial” He sighs, and I can nearly read the exhaustion in his features.

“A-Alright” Perhaps it’s for the best. I wouldn’t know how to say it in any case.

We have plenty of time, I can tell him some other moment. And yet, this sudden weight in my chest, this craving, won’t leave anymore. I am suddenly certain that I won't find peace until I express these feelings that have been eating me alive before I even realized them. I had loved Jaskier for longer than I'd care to admit, long before he kissed me. Although I had loved plenty of times before, it was never in such a way, as now my emotions and thoughts are flimsy and changing. All because of him.

“Good” He murmurs, never looking away from my eyes.

“I… don’t know what to talk about” His staring rattles me, although I can’t look away either. His eyes are so pleasant to look at, so beautiful and comforting.

“Sing to me then” He closes his eyes and snuggles closer to me. Does he even realize the way he makes my heart race? How the sight of his comfortable smile makes me sigh?

Glad to spoil him, I accede to his petition. However, the only songs that I can think of are his, and I refuse to give him the satisfaction of singing one of his ballads back to him. He would never let me forget it.

“Nothing comes to mind” I stutter, noticing how close we are still. “What am I to sing?”

“Anything” His hand once more returns to my waist as he easily lets his arm fall over me.

A melody suddenly reaches my mind and I start singing. It is a slow song, one talking about feelings and romance. Quite fitting given the situation. Jaskier’s grin grows as he lowly sings along with me. Of course he knows the song. I shiver at how beautiful the sound of our voices together is. The wonderful music of our souls dancing together. It perfectly fills the quietness and nearly lulls me to sleep. I sink down into him. I smile from how perfect it is to be by his side, and give in to exhaustion as our harmonies die down.

An unknown sound pulls me out of my peaceful slumber. I am still tired when I open my eyes, yet it all melts away at the sight of a sleeping Jaskier. We haven’t moved from our position, facing each other. I am slightly worried, however, when I notice he seems a bit pale and sick. My hand gingerly brushes against his cheek. When my palm presses against it, I breathe out in relief that he doesn't have a fever. Instead of retracting my hand, however, I find the touch to be far too enjoyable. I stroke his skin and reach out to push his hair to the side. It’s always in his eyes.

“Nissa…” He smiles. A tingling sensation spreads up my back. I freeze, fearing that he caught me, yet Jaskier stills. After several more seconds of silence, I confirm that he is still asleep. My lips automatically curve up in a smile. Butterflies flies in my stomach. I tenderly stroke his cheek again.

I turn on my back, hurriedly taking my hand off his face, when the door swings open. In walks Geralt, eyebrows raised at the state he finds us in. Jaskier’s head then softly falls on my shoulder. I happily chuckle, and the witcher lets out an amused hum as well. I smile at him.

“I was hoping we could do some more training” He says, loud enough for me to hear but low enough not to wake him. “Guess this isn’t the best moment”

I flush knowing he is perfectly aware of how comfortable and delighted I currently am. Nonetheless, it does not bother me. I am willing to put up with his teasing, it can’t ruin my happiness.

“Later perhaps?” I only say, unable to contain a big smile.

“Hm” His eyes move from him to me. “I’ll be outside”

Jaskier tightens his arm, previously loosely falling over me, to pull himself incredibly close to me. I am conflicted between yelping and laughing. Geralt does chuckle himself before leaving us. I ultimately giggle a bit myself, wondering if it’s normal to be overwhelmed with bliss in such a manner. I feel giddy and silly for it. He is only resting over me, yet I have never felt safer and happier. Perhaps I am more fatigued that I had anticipated, these days have certainly been challenging... or perhaps I am too comfortable with Jaskier. Whatever the reason, I fall asleep again before I can do anything about it.

For several days, we have been taking it easy, barely leaving the inn and ensuring our dear bard gets plenty of rest. While he does, Geralt has insisted on training with me, yet ensuring I don’t overwork myself either. I was recently gravely injured after all.

It is taking me a bit to grow used to the weight and feeling of the bigger weapon, but Kader’s sword proves more useful than my small dagger. It is also a bit difficult to focus on the witcher’s lessons ever since Jaskier has gone outside with us and curiously watches. At least he is feelings better. Yet his mere presence proves distracting, even if he remains mostly quiet. Mostly.

Now, as I watch Geralt demonstrate how he swings his sword, I feel slightly more confident when wielding mine. I idly watch the small cloud of dust his boots create when his feet drags across the ground. My hand falls on my hip, and I nod for the tenth time when he asks if I am paying attention.

“You taught me all of this already, Geralt” I tiredly tell him, rolling my eyes at him.

“You need to master this first before you learn anything else” Is his monotonous response.

Perhaps he is right, but it is agonizing to endlessly repeat the same movement over and over. It might be the very reasoning behind his insistence, but my arms and legs have already memorized the motion, and tey are sore from how often they have moved in such a manner: one foot behind and the other alert at the front, both arms up, strongly wielding the sword in a defensive horizontal position. I am so eager to learn something new already.

“I am fed up with this” The thought that he might believe I am not prepared to move on bothers me. “I can defend myself!”

It is him who insists on teaching me, I'm not quite sure why. It may be his strange attempt to apologize for being so stubborn. In any case, I know enough after he showed me the basics.

“You’re defenseless if you don’t have your weapons” Striding over to me, he takes the sword from my hand and carelessly throws it to the ground.

“That’s not true” I reply in outrage. “I can still punch an asshole”

Jaskier laughs a little at something about how I said it. The witcher sighs, however.

“Show me then” He lifts his hands up in the air, squaring up to prepare. I resign myself.

I tighten my hand into a fist and thrust it against his palm as hard as I can. Geralt watches me, unimpressed, as I try again. I look at him helplessly, wondering what I did wrong. With a sigh, he positions himself behind me and fixes my stance. His arms reach me from behind and I rest against his broad chest. How had I not realized how muscular he truly is? I am embarrassed, as we had never been this close. It doesn’t seem to fluster Geralt, however, not even when he twists my hip to demonstrate how I must turn.

"Use your whole body to give power to your blow" He calmly instructs. "It will be more effective"

“Um…” Jaskier intervenes, now standing beside us. “Can I help?”

“You can barely keep yourself alive, Jaskier” Geralt carelessly waves him off. I giggle.

“Well, I never!” He tugs at my arm until I am dragged away from the witcher. “I can be useful in a fight! Just teach me”

“You can be my punching bag” I joke, gingerly pushing my fist against his shoulder.

“Not like that” Geralt falls into place behind me again and lays his arm over mine to get ahold of my wrist, correcting my form. “Or you’ll hurt yourself instead of them”

Jaskier purses his lips tightly, glaring at the witcher behind me. I pay no attention to his unexpected sulkiness and punch his shoulder again, this time in the way Geralt advised.

“Ow!” The bard complains, stepping back and clutching the spot. “Mother of-“

I giggle against my hand, and that remedies whatever has gotten into Jaskier. He chuckles a bit, although still rubbing his sore shoulder.

“There, now I know how to punch an asshole” I conclude, changing sides to stand by Jaskier. He complains at the insinuations of my sentence, but I cutely bat my eyelashes at him. “Do you think we could take a walk now, Jas? I truly need a break”

“You little devil” He replies, albeit with a fond grin. “Of course we can”

Knowing I have bribed Jaskier against him, Geralt hums and begrudgingly goes to sheath our weapons. I can barely contain my eagerness and happily clap in anticipation. These days have been so repetitive and dull… it was beginning to break my spirits.

Jaskier laughs as he circles my waist with his arm, shoving me against him.

“That’s cute, love, but save it for Geralt. You don’t have to convince me”

“I am not putting on an act” Falsely offended, I rest a hand on my chest. “Can’t I be genuinely excited to take a stroll with my two favorite men?”

“Two?” Jaskier tuts his tongue as he shakes his head. “You have to choose one”

“I couldn’t possibly do that” I smirk, gently pushing his arm off me. “Unless you gave me some solid reasons to sway my decision”

He lifts his eyebrows. When he opens his mouth, he is forced to save that thought.

“Hey” Geralt scolds us. When we cautiously glance at him, he only nods his head to the right. Following him obediently, Jaskier and I move to one side of him each. Even if we still lock gazes and giggle like children.

I would have never thought Geralt would be the one annoying me to death. Jaskier is behaving, lowly singing as he mindlessly walks by our side. His voice is as sweet and melodic as ever. He also seems quite into the song as he is finally making some progress. On the other hand, here’s Geralt asking me question after question to ensure I remember everything he taught me about how to fight. I have never heard him talk so much, and I suspect he might be doing it only to wind me up.

“No offence, Geralt” I cut him off, finally fed up with his patronizing tone, as much as he is only trying to ensure I don’t ever get hurt again. “But you’re ruining my idyllic moment”

Jaskier laughs out loud at my observation, yet it is true. The meadow we are on is indeed quite beautiful. Beams of sunlight reach us from above, filtering between the tall tree trops. The grass carries a strong yet pleasant scent. Tiny daisies of white petals peek amongst the vibrant green. I am tempted to pick some of the flowers out and ask Jaskier if he knows how to make a flower crown. For me or him, I don’t mind. Perhaps even for Geralt, it would be certainly a sight worth seeing: a witcher with a flower crown… surely, a scowling witcher in that case.

This is the very same meadow we found an injured Geralt in, though I make a conscious effort to substitute that memory with this current one of wandering around with them, listening to Jaskier beautifully singing and knowing that, even if obnoxiously, Geralt is looking after me.

Just when I managed to silence Geralt, my delightful moment is suddenly interrupted by the bard’s cautious voice.

“Who… who’s that?” He stares somewhere over my shoulder, so I turn around following his gaze. A woman is standing there, looking at us. An odd feeling creeps up to the pit of my stomach. I can’t see her face because she has covered her head with the hood of her maroon cape but… her eyes… brown, kind and warm… they look familiar…

I frown, though the gesture soon softens. That woman stares at us, and I hear Jaskier behind me muttering things to Geralt. I don’t distinguish his words, I’m far too focused on her. It can’t be…

“H-Hana?” My voice gets caught in my throat, shaking as much as my hands suddenly are.

“Nissa?” When she speaks, I get all confirmation I need. Her voice. It’s Hana’s voice…

My mind blanks. I freeze. My ears whistle. The sunlight dims. I cannot believe it…

“Isn’t that your friend?” Jaskier fidgets behind me. “Y-Yeah, from the tavern, I saw you talking that day, before…”

Before that dreadful day. The day she died. The day I lost her. Yet… he is right, Hana is standing there. Before us. Alive. She’s actually there. She… Oh, God… A wave of nausea hits me. The world seems to spin around me. Two arms get ahold of me, making me realize I am swaying. Not only swaying, I am falling. I’m… I’m…

“Nissa!!” My friends call me before I sink into that welcoming darkness.

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knybits · 5 years

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Not to spam you bUT if you legally cannot refuse making a part 2 to the Zenitsu soulmate au,,,, what if I ask you to continue it 😳😳😳😳,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, (jokes aside do it only if you want to didbdodbdkd I'm just a local Zenitsu stan who's DYING for content)

me, obviously distressed w a water gun to my head: yall anon forced me to,,, i tried to find a legal slip but they,,, i- i had to write it,,,,

lmaoooo jokes aside i thought this would take me longer to write but it??? didnt??? love this boy uwu and i hope yall like it! its longer?? idk why i let it get out of control LMAO (also i didnt edit it but ill do that later) and kinda wack personality reader has but also i tried to make it enjoyable all the same! 💕

Soulmate!Au Zenitsu x reader (part 2!)

“Good. You’re alive.”

Every muscle in Zenitsu’s body relaxes, for your voice loosens all tension he holds and he feels as if his body is slowly being dipped in honey.

“Don’t move. You fought bravely, my love.”

Zenitsu is more than upset that he can’t seem to focus on your face, but he’s well enough to zero in on your voice.

Your arms gently hoist his body up and you’re cradling your soulmate, his voice no longer invading your head as you stare at him with soft eyes.

To say that you feel guilty is an understatement.

Your control over the bond you and your soulmate has is much stronger than his hold over the connection, as you can feel his emotions and know what to say to draw the two of you closer.

But by feeling his emotions, you can feel all the fear he’s felt. All the devastation. All his pain. His righteousness to endure his own suffering in hopes that you survive.

You hug Zenitsu’s body closer to your own as Shinobu walks up to you, a placid smile gracing her features.

“The antidote, please.” You mutter softly, and Shinobu hands it over without much fuss. You’re thankful that she doesn’t ask questions, merely tilting her head in the general direction of the Butterfly Estate. You hum, give her smile worth a thousand words, then dash back to the estate.

Zenitsu wakes up to the smell of miso and some god awful tea that he doesn’t take a real liking to. If he were Tanjirou, he would have woken up the minute it was brewed.

Without a word of caution, you bring the cup of tea to Zenitsu’s lips, forcing him to stomach the medicine and eventually drink it all. The look on his face right after is enough for you to burst into laughter, ensuing a mad blush to cover your soulmate’s cheeks.

“Sorry love, but that might have been the only way for you to drink your medicine. Feel any better?” You lean forward, connecting foreheads to check his temperature.

Upon seeing his face, you back up with a satisfied smile.

“Good! I’m glad I have a soulmate that can make that kind of face. I’ll be in your care.”

Zenitsu wakes up to a different smell of stewed vegetables this time, and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is:

“I fainted.”

“Observant and cute! I got a real steal, hm?”

Zenitsu yelps in his bed, nearly flying up a whole three feet before settling back into his bed.

You’re calmly discarding some of the bandages wrapped around his arm, slathering an ointment for his damaged arms before rewrapping his bandages. Zenitsu doesn’t say anything, simply choosing to stare at you as he drinks your appearance in.

“I’d tell you to take a picture so that it’d last longer, but those things are far too expensive for you to waste on me.” You chuckle humorously.

The comment doesn’t go through Zenitsu head as he blurts out a quick, “I-I’ll pay for one anyway!”

You pause in your wrapping, not expecting such an answer. Zenitsu can hear your quickened heartbeat for a mere second before it reverts back to normal and by the time he realizes what he’s said, you’ve moved onto his next arm.

“S-Sorry. I’m not usually like this.”

“I know. You tend to cling to a woman’s kimono and cry for her to marry you, right?”

He can’t… deny that…

“I’ll admit, what you said just now was the smoothest thing I think I’ve ever heard you say. So I’ll take it that I hold a higher priority than the women you’ve cried over.”

“O-Of course! You’re my soulmate after all-”

“So?”

Zenitsu stops himself, genuinely shocked with your simple declaration. Your smile is still painted on your face, but Zenitsu can see now that there’s far more than meets the eye. Too bad his hearing is the only gifted sense he has.

“I’m a pillar. I know you wanted a defenseless soulmate that you could protect. That you could come home to.”

Zenitsu can feel himself sweat, and not in a good way. True, he wanted those things. But it’s different now.

“Can I hold your hand?”

You raise a brow at his odd request, but comply nonetheless. There’s a small shock that you feel and you chuckle. He’s still nervous, but you suppose that your questions did throw him off.

“You-You’re right.” He grovels, and you loosen you hold enough for him to notice. He tightens his in turn before continuing, “But you’ve given me one less thing to be afraid of. I’ll come home to you, breathing and alive, and I’ll fight to stay alive for you, not just to protect you.”

His resolve is different now. It’s not like the first time, when you had to encourage him to train. When you’d praise him for his kills or whisper sweet nothings under your breath to make sure he goes on his missions. You felt fake, not fully knowing your soulmate and yet leading him anyway.

He’s beat up, bloody and bruised so that you could continue your mission peacefully, and that reminder is enough for you to know that he’s true to his word.

You led out a monotone hum, a rare glint in your eye that Zenitsu catches, before you stand and walk out of the room.

The next time Zenitsu wakes up, your lips are on his and he’s drinking the medicine from your mouth.

He almost spits it out, but you press harder and he swallows it all down.

“You-You-!!”

“Sorry love!” You laugh, “But I think this is the only way for my soulmate to drink their medicine! And remember, I’ll be in your care!”

Zenitsu can hear the wedding bells chime.

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I’m here again. Faragonda, Sky, Tecna, and Darcy, please xD

Hi again! XD Thanks for sending more!

Faragonda:

- How I feel about this character:

I love her! She is amazing! I love that she is very patient and warm but also won't let anyone hurt the people she loves. She's a badass. She can fight her own battles and has a strong will and resolve despite her kind attitude and her desire to solve things peacefully and I think that is a great combination of characteristics. I love that she's always there for her students and is super understanding. I think she's a great headmistress.

- All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Griffin. They know each other so well and understand and respect each other. Let's be real, that would be the perfect relationship.

Hagen. I have only seen the two minutes of interactions they had in "Secret of the Lost Kingdom" so you can pretty much blame @trashcankitty12 for that since it started from her fanfiction. I just realized a few days ago that they are the sunshine and raincloud trope and I kinda like that, though, it could've been done better.

Griselda. Idk, I've seen this and I think it would work as well. Honestly, I would be more sold if we'd seen more of their relationship but I guess we'll just... have to die. 😑

- My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Griffin. Like I said, I live for this friendship. They have so much history and not all of it is pretty but they are still as close as ever. I love the fact that they've had major crises in their friendship but they still managed to get over them and trust each other. And Faragonda is so supportive of Griffin, I can't. Not to mention that they're both super protective of each other.

- My unpopular opinion about this character:

I think Faragonda is more selfish than expected. What I mean with this is that she would totally sacrifice herself for the people she loves, just as well as she would sacrifice everyone else for the people she loves. This would make sense if you look at her past, too. She most certainly went through big rejection when she discovered she was a fairy. Not only from her family, but also from pretty much everyone else in her life. So the few people that stuck with her mean the world to her and she can't afford to lose them no matter what it means for anyone else. And Marion and Oritel's death only exacerbated that thought process.

- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish we'd learned more about her family and the time she thought she was a witch. I think that would've been really interesting and could have brought up some magical lore. Like, more about the fairies and witches and how light and dark magic came to be (also, am I the only one who thinks we should have gotten more emphasis on Mirta and maybe seen a conversation between her and Faragonda since Mirta is the only one we know of who's been through the same thing Faragonda has?). I reaaaaaaally want to know how she handled that period. (Spoiler: I might have an idea about that and it might be morphing into a fanfic instead of the set of headcanons it was supposed to be.)

Sky:

- How I feel about this character:

Uh... Can I skip this question? 😅 Honestly, I don't really like him. He has some qualities that I like but just... No? I don't feel it.

- All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Honestly, I don't care about his romantic life. I would say Bloom, but they are the only canon ship that I really don't give a damn about.

- My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Brandon. As much as I hated their idea to switch identities in season 1, that's a sign for some strong friendship. You don't just do that with anyone and I like the fact that he's so close with someone who was supposed to be just a servant to him. We haven't seen anything about his life as a prince but I'm willing to bet he didn't have many real friends so it's good to see him have a genuine friendship.

- My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don't like his relationship with Bloom. I feel like they don't fucking communicate, like, at all! At least half, no, wait, at least 70% of their drama would've been avoided if they talked to each other and he trusted her to tell her shit. Imagine how much cooler it would have been if he'd told her that he was actually prince Sky and he was engaged but he likes her and doesn't want to be with Diaspro. And then Bloom could've sneaked on the Day of the Royals for support and because she wanted to see Diaspro and the two of them could've actually talked which would have provided an opportunity for character depth for Diaspro. Maybe she would get to tell Bloom why she loves Sky and Bloom would feel bad bc apparently Diaspro's feelings are genuine but they aren't reciprocated and we could have some quality drama there with Sky and Bloom both trying to let Diaspro down easily and after a period of adaptation they could have all been friends. Now i want to write this. *exasperated sigh*

- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Get some goddamn backstory! I know I say the same about all of the characters, but that's because they have the same flaw in getting no fucking backstory. How are we supposed to get this character when we have no idea why the hell they are like that? I feel like Sky could be a great character if they'd delved more into what makes him like that. Why did he feel the need to swap identities with Brendon? They said that he wanted to see what not being a royalty was like but why? Was he tired of being a prince and just wanted to be normal (in which case some backstory would have fit right in) or did he want to see how ordinary people get treated so that he could get them better for when he became a king? Just give me something about this character's life gdi!

Tecna:

- How I feel about this character:

Pretty meh tbh. She is so underdeveloped, it's painful. We don't know anything about her except that she's good with technology and smart. That doesn't make up an entire personality and it doesn't make her very relatable for me.

- All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Timmy. We get to see some emotional reactions from both of them when they're together and I like that. I just wish they'd done more with them even if in the context of their passion of technology. Just let them go on a super cute nerdy date where they go look for computer parts at a second-hand technology store or something. If they're only gonna have one characteristic, at least expand it to the point where it's believable that it's taken over their lives because they are so interested in it. There were so many possibilities.

- My non-romantic OTP for this character:

... Error 404: File not found. Honestly, her relationships with the others are so non-existent that I don't really... have anything for this category. Like, who is she closest to? I have no idea. I'm gonna say Musa, though, because: a) I think music and technology together can make some pretty cool things and b) Musa seems prone to hiding her emotions and Tecna is a bit detached from her own feelings so I feel like that could be a bonding point while they can also learn something from each other. (Man... I feel like exploring the possibilities now... Gdi! I have no time for that.)

- My unpopular opinion about this character:

I feel like Tecna's powers were very underestimated. And not just on a magical level. She is super smart and inventive and she should've been given a bigger role in a lot of the missions. Also, if any of the magical realms are anything like Earth, then Tecna could be super useful and vital to missions since everything is so technology-based. None of that was well utilized. None of it.

- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish she'd gotten her Enchantix differently. Faragonda said that to get Enchantix they had to sacrifice themselves for someone from their planet. Yet, Tecna sacrificed herself for Layla's planet and still got her Enchantix. Now technically, there might have been a Zenithian on Andros at the time, so in saving the planet Tecna saved that Zenithian as well but that is totally not what Faragonda meant there, I'm sorry. Also, if they'd gotten her to save someone from her own planet, we could have learned something more about her and her backstory. I think it would've been better.

Darcy:

-How I feel about this character:

She's my fave Trix! I've loved her since I was little. I love that Darcy is more collected and controlled than Icy and Stormy but she can be just as terrible when she's raging. I like that her composure doesn't make her more stable than they are and she can totally flip from calm to mad in 0.03 seconds. It makes her unpredictable and allows her to fit in with the temper of her besties while she also remains different from them. I love her powers! They're so cool and I wish we'd seen more of them. I'm sure they could've made something amazing if they had messed around with her power of illusions. Come to think of it that fits well with her character, too, since she isn't patient and calm but only gives the illusion of that.

- All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Riven. Look, I know that relationship was as unhealthy as it gets, but they looked cute gdi! In an AU maybe they could've been the perfect couple.

Maybe Flora a little bit. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I just remembered I had some thoughts on this but I can't quite piece it together yet. I think that could have some cool symbolism, though, because in a way Darcy's powers are the opposite of Flora's since plants need light to survive and Darcy's powers are... well, darkness. Also, nature doesn't pretend and Darcy's magic is literally focused on deception so...

- My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Icy and Stormy. They've had less than graceful moments in their friendship but they stuck together through it all and I actually like that. It gives them some depth (which, let's be real, they were very lacking of) and I appreciated it. I feel like I prefer her relationship with Stormy since they are more on equal ground while Icy separates herself as the leader of the trio (and the worst of them tbh).

- My unpopular opinion about this character:

I think Darcy is actually a lot like Musa but their approach to feelings is different. Musa will erupt when she reaches her boiling point while Darcy is more calculating in that regard and is more likely to hide her feelings if she's after something that exploding will get in the way of. So basically, you could say Musa is more genuine while Darcy is more for pretense in the name of her goal. Musa's feelings find outlet in the harmony of her music while Darcy's cause chaos and it's an interesting opposition to work with, especially considering that sometimes their reactions can overlap. I can see how Riven can be confused as to which one of them would be better for him.

- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish we'd gotten some backstory. What was her life like that it made her want universl domination? How did she meet Icy and Stormy and how did they become friends, considering that neither of them are exactly open to bonding? How are they connected to the Ancestral Wicthes (I mean, they can't be direct descendants so what is up with that) and how did they get their hands on the Whisperian Crystals (also, where the hell did the Crystals go after season 1)? So many questions and no answers.

This was so fun! I got so many new thoughts! So... Ask box is still open! 😁

#winx club #winx faragonda #winx sky #winx tecna #winx darcy #character opinions #meta #ask #her-majesty-wears-jeans

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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The end [Or ‘Unsual Tool’- 12º Day TickleTober]

Author’s notes: Heyiooo, my lollipops! A little late? Yeah. But here we go. xDD. I’m translating my fanfics to english to improve my vocabulary, grammar and stuff, aaaaand now I (finallyyyyy!) have a little free-time! So, hopefully I’ll post a little more! Yaaaay! \(^w^)/.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* The 12º of October, in Brazil, is Children’s Day, so I got a bit of inspiration by that and in this oneshot The Sides (and Thomas) have 8 years old!

* Hmmm... This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Here the fanfic in Portuguese (Brazilian’s one)! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a awesome Thanksgiving (or, if you don’t celebrate: An awesome day! ). Byeioo!~

[~*~]

- And then they died! The end!! – Roman laughed and threw away all the toys up, letting himself fall down so they would collapsed on him. Heard the applauses and quickly put himself up, bowing to the audience, which consisted of a very happy and euphoric Patton lying on his feet, and a Logan and a Virgil with equally outraged (funny) faces.

- ‘They died’? Is this how it ends? But it doesn’t make sense!! – Logan protested, his cheeks puffing, a frown forming in his forehead, an expression he always had when face a illogic problem, something that, living with Roman, happened almost every day.

- Sure it does!

- No, does not!

- Does!

- I liked the part where they died. It was funny. – Patton commented, smiling and trying to stop the fight that probably would wake up Thomas, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

- No, they dying is cool, but Lo is right! They can’t do it out of nowhere! It gets boooooooring! – Virgil longed the ‘ooo’, facing Roman with the best dull expression that his eight-years-old face could reached.

- You could have a new villain. – Logan pointed out.

- Yes!! Yes!! Virgil could be the new villain! He has a black jacket! – Patton jumped excitedly in the same spot, holding the shoulders of the group’ shortest and shaking him euphorically, making Logan’s eyes bright for having his idea accepted.

- I want be a dragon. – Virgil showed a little grin, doesn’t seem too bothered with the shaking.

- No! No one will change the ending! – Roman stamped his foot, tears starting to been seem at the corners of his eyes.

- Why?!

- Because Thomas today was my day to make the grand finale!!

- But your ending is boring! – Virgil countered.

- Is not! – His voice began to cracking; he began to feel the tears stinging his eyes.

- He also said we were supposed to play together. – Logan said calmly, as if he was trying to remember everyone of this fact.

- No fighting, no fighting! – Patton got up; putting himself between the two sides in discussion, calling everyone’s attention before goes at Roman and clumsily wipe his tears. – Don’t cry, Ro-ro! – And squeezed his cheeks, because that was a techinque, which always make the aspect of creativity giggle, but only when it was Patton.

This time it was not different. The responsible for the end of the story sniffed and clean the remains’ tear with his sleeve, murmuring a ‘Princes don’t cry’.

- Don’t be mean with him. – Patton, turned around to face the others two, now being his time to puff the cheeks and frowning his forehead. Virgil and Logan slowed down theirs heads, the one with glasses more for the shock due the royal side’s tears.

- Sorry. – whispered guardian’s ‘Flight or Fight’ instinct.

- Par-par… - Logan tried to recall in his memories the word read some previous days in a book, it was almost possible to see his neurons working. – Pardon.

The representation of the heart stared incisively Roman.

- I’m sorry. – He said, taking the opportunity to catch some toys as an excuse for escape from the eye contact. – What is pandon?

- It’s ‘pardon’. – The most logic of the four corrected. – It’s ‘sorry’, but more correct.

- So, is ‘sorry’ wrong?

- No, it is just that ‘pardon’ is more right. It is like ‘hero’ and ‘superhero’. – The one who wear dark blue adjusted his glasses, a proud smile opening in his face for knowing the difference.

- Ah.

- Princes do cry. – Virgil has a thoughtful expression as he played with his shirt’s tip.

- No, they do not! – Complained Roman.

- But, then they weren’t babies? Babies cry. – Patton asked, genuine curiosity in his glare.

- They were… - Roman thought a little. – But they didn’t knew that they were princes, so it doesn’t count!

- So are you only a prince if you know you’re a prince? – One more question.

- I think so… - Virgil answered, this time staring ate the others as he spoke. – I mean… Is not how the movies work? You don’t know you’re a prince, and then you find out and BUM! Everything changes.

- Yeah! – Roman agrees enthusiastically, the little past fight already forgotten.

- However, Thomas is a prince. – They all turned to look at the mentioned child, who was resting happy on the couch. – And he knows that, and yesterday he cried. – Logan contested.

- But he is Thomas. – The royal side shrugged as this sentence already explained everything.

- And you are Roman. – Patton refuted.

- … ‘Kay.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

- The dragon could have a brother!! – Patton almost shouted excited, glad for have had that idea. – You can be the brother, Ro!

- However, why would there be another dragon?

- I can be the good dragon! Fugitive because our family is a family of villains, but I didn’t wanted to be a villain, because I am a hero, so I came after you! – Roman turned to Virgil, the eyes sparkling with the rain of ideas that now roamed through his mind. – To stop you hunting the hunters!

- It would be weird have you as my brother… - Virgil scowled. – And I don’t want to be a evil villain. – He crossed his arms.

- But he could come to bring you to the good side! – Patton gesticulate with his hands, trying to emphasize his words. – Right, Ro?

- Yes, yes!!

- They could be twins… - Logan dreamed aloud. – What would be their difference?

- Hmmmm… a mark on the neck!

- I don’t have no mark on my neck.

- We could paint!! – Patton clapped his hands, getting more and more excited with the forwarding of the idea.

- Thomas will be mad with us if we make a mess, and we always make a mess painting. – Logan remembered, receiving instant solution from the side guardian of the creativity.

- We could paint with colored pencils! – And pulled one from his pocket.

- Is it purple? – Virgil questioned, a little afraid. However, when receiving a positive answer resolved to put some of his fear aside and took off his hoodie, feeling a little shivering for the suddenly cold that lightly hit him. – Ok, then. – And turned his head, showing his neck.

- I don’t think colored pencil will work.

- See and lea-

The rest of his phrase was cut off by a squeal from the purple’s lover, who pulled himself over, a wobbly smile in his face and hands in a defensively in front of his body.

- No tickles!

- You’re ticklish?? – Patton twinkled, almost literally. In a blink of an eye, he takes the pencil from the royal side and scribbled on Virgil’s neck, who shrank even futher, falling on the floor and being quickly followed by emotions’ guardian aspect.

- Nahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! NohohohOHOHOHoho tihihihihCKEHEHEHEHEHEHES! – His nose wrinkled and the laughs flowed happy, high and strident through all the room. Roman couldn’t help but laugh along, summoning two more pencils from his pocket, throwing one at Logan’s direction as he began to draw pictures which only him could see on Virgil’s tummy with his own, getting snorts and shrieks as a reward and increasing the squirms.

- ROHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHohohohohohop!!!

He squirmed from a side to side, but that doesn’t seem to work. Nothing stopped his high pinch laugh bubbling from his mouth or the unbearably persistent tickles that painted a smile across his burning blushed face.

Something held his feet.

- I think he should have more marks, to best difference. – And then Logan put himself to scribble random patterns on the sole of Virgil’s feet, a shy smile in his face, a little crazy shining in his glare.

LOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOGAN! – Now yelps, laugh, snorts and squeals were the only things that his lips could proper say, his free feet kicked, but in vain. His head going back and forth, part trying to run away and part trying to hide the big and rare smile in his face. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. - NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHA.

The tickling stopped, and Virgil curled in a ball, attempting to rub the skin to remove the remain sensations; however find to be a impossible task in trying to get that bright smile off his face, as much as the blush.

Only after his breathing had been controlled and his mind started to think on to threaten the other three with ‘I’ll tell Thomas!’, he realized that the laughter in the room haven’t stopped yet.

He sat, noticing that the attention had now been directed to the royal side, who apparently also needed to ‘differentiate from his brother’. Virgil felt his smile change with the new chance of revenge. He didn’t even picked up the red pencil abandoned on the floor, quickly attacking Roman’s armpits with just his fingers.

- And his brother seeks for his revenge!! Raaaaaw! – The high, happy and care-free laughs from every side danced through the entire place.

And we can say that in the end any end was really decided.

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121. Knuckles the Echidna #22

Dark Alliance (Part One of Three): You Say You Want a Revolution…

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Jim Valentino Colors: Barry Grossman

So fair warning - this arc is very politics-heavy. I've already criticized the inclusion of politidrama plotlines in the comic before, despite my own personal interest in them, so I won't go over it again. What I will go over is that this arc also includes quite a few tasteless references to the Nazi regime of World War II, starting with the intro page. See, every issue in this arc begins with, rather than the traditional intro page that recaps past events and introduces plot points to come, instead a speech or quote relevant to the current story. This one is a parody, if you will (though played completely straight) of the "First They Came" poem by the German pastor Martin Niemöller, referring to how many people stayed silent while the Nazis oppressed and enacted genocide upon groups that those in silence didn't belong to. In this altered version, "Anonymous" claims that Robotnik came for hedgehogs, squirrels, rabbits, and foxes first, during which the speaker stayed silent as they were an echidna and didn't want to get involved, and so by the time he came for the echidnas there was no one left to speak up for them. Of course, quite aside from the fact that this is completely disrespectful to the real-world situation that the actual poem describes, that's not even how the Robotnik coup went down. Robotnik, upon dethroning King Acorn, pretty clearly just started roboticizing all Mobians indiscriminately without regard to their individual species. Not only that, but he didn't even get a chance to start on the echidnas, as all of them were either contained in their pocket universe on the Floating Island, or hanging out in Albion, which it appears Robotnik never even knew existed. I don't know, the whole thing is clearly an attempt to seem really intellectual and deep on Penders' part, but it just comes off as insensitive instead.

Anyway, onto the actual story. We open in the house of High Councilor Pravda, who appears to be the main political leader of the city. In the dead of night, Pravda is awakened by a window smashing downstairs, and angrily stomps down to confront the intruder, believing it to be "dingo trash up to no good." Instead, he is dragged out of his house roughly by several Dark Legionnaires, while the leader, called Kommissar (her title, not her name), admonishes him for his apparent hypocrisy regarding his anti-technology stance.

Well, she seems lovely! As she has her people drag him away, we pan to Haven, where Knuckles is demanding answers from his grandfathers on his father's whereabouts. To his credit, Sabre is genuinely apologetic to Knuckles, believing that they should have been a lot more forthcoming with him a lot sooner, but Knuckles really isn't having it, and can you blame him?

As a side note, this is about the point in the comic where the eyes of characters such as Knuckles and Tails, formerly depicted as black pupils as in the classic games, start to gain some color. We already saw it with Tails a little while back during the Sand-Blasters two-parter, and it's very inconsistent between issues (for example, you'll notice his eyes are blue instead of purple up there), but you'll start to notice it in screenshots from here out before their designs finally stabilize to their modern forms, similar to their designs from the games.

While Knuckles continues to demand to see his father, we ourselves see Locke, who is dropping off Remington, Julie-Su, Lara-Le and Wynmacher back in Echidnaopolis. Remington asks him how things went with Lara-Le again, and Locke acts like he's all regretful that he couldn't woo Lara-Le back to him or something, which like, really man? You're divorced and haven't spoken properly in years, and she has a new fiancé now, did you really expect to just manage to sweep her off her feet again and get remarried? Julie-Su tries to approach Locke to thank him for saving the whole group, and finds herself recognizing his appearance somewhat. Upon asking, she's shocked to find out that he's Knuckles' father, and asks him about Knuckles' whereabouts. Remington ushers her away before they get a chance to speak further, probably to protect Locke's privacy, and as he jokes with her that it seems like she actually cares about Knuckles, Locke muses to himself that his son is likely furious with him, which, yeah, not far off there buddy. He has an idea of where his son might have gone, and as he speeds off in his air vehicle, we jump over to the Kommissar, who has by now dragged her captive all the way back to the Dark Legion's current hideout… and oh boy, inside we get to see a familiar f- …uhh… okay, well, I won't call him a familiar face, because we've never seen him looking quite this messed up before, but it's Dimitri, okay? It's Dimitri back on his BS.

Guess he had to have some, uh, extensive reconstructive surgery after his rather literal fall from grace. And unfortunately for everybody who doesn't want to be ruled over by a cyborg'd up monstrosity of a dictator, he's got a new takeover plan in mind for the city!

Back in the more civilized areas of Echidnaopolis, Remington is having his driver take Wynmacher and Lara-Le back to their apartment when they find the streets blocked by a protest from dingoes, agitating about their lack of housing and accommodations within the city. Remington tries to resolve the situation peacefully by requesting that if they must protest, to at least let traffic pass while they do, but at that moment a giant flaming fireball comes out of nowhere and starts wrecking the place, and the whole thing devolves into a big brawl between the protesting dingoes and the watching echidnas.

Remington calls Haven for backup, and while I'm not sure who exactly in that nest of grandpas he expected to go rushing out of there for something as simple as a protest gone wrong, luckily for him he mentions Lara-Le over the comm, and Knuckles immediately enlists Archimedes' help to poof him out there to help his mom. Meanwhile, we get to see that Locke has completely, thoroughly misjudged where Knuckles would be hanging out at this moment, having thought for whatever reason that he would be brooding inside the Chaos Chamber next to Mammoth Mogul's ugly frozen mug.

Now this is some well-appreciated character development from Locke. I've been heavily criticizing him this entire time for how he's handled his interaction, or lack thereof, with his son, and I'm glad to see that Lara-Le's admonishments seem to have gotten through to him. While he won't get a chance to catch up with his son right at the moment, at least we know the big talk isn't that far off in the future.

Knuckles and Archimedes poof into the fray on the streets, and Knuckles begins throwing punches at whoever gets close enough, which as everyone knows is the single best way to end a violent brawl - by participating! Despite being an echidna himself, he doesn't hesitate to throw punches at other echidnas in the bunch, with Archy adding some of his own fire breath into the mix. If anything, I'd say he accurately judged the situation, which is that the dingoes were peacefully demonstrating and it appears to have been an angry, racist echidna who threw the first molotov. General Von Stryker makes his entrance, and despite him predictably acting aggressive and blaming echidnakind in general for the dingoes' treatment, Knuckles actually agrees with him that the echidnas are being really crappy, and offers a truce so they can discuss what went wrong and how to resolve it. Meanwhile, back in hell - I mean, the Legion's hideout…

This is probably the single most disturbing page in the comic so far, if you ask me. This guy is begging, screaming, for mercy and they put him under like nothing's wrong and start doing surgery without his consent (obviously) on his brain. Dimitri, watching the proceedings, starts mwahaha'ing to himself about the whole affair, as apparently Pravda is the direct descendant of Menthor, the councilman who denied his and Edmund's proposal to use the Chaos Syphon all those centuries ago. He's determined not to get careless with his power again in the future, and now that he's defeated death by old age through the sheer power of adding more and more cybernetics to his failing frame every time something goes wrong, he's ready to get his long-due revenge.

In another part of the city, Knuckles and Archimedes poof right into the middle of the Chaotix, who are pleased to finally see him and hopefully get a chance to catch up. As he explains what was going on with the protest, Julie-Su arrives and gives him the "why" he was looking for, which is that, naturally, Pravda was kind of a racist ass and wasn't working very hard to ensure the dingoes would have housing built for them in a timely manner. However, elections for the position of High Councilor are coming up in a few days, and Pravda has ever-so-mysteriously been missing since the previous night, with his traumatized wife too messed up to be able to talk about what she saw. She slyly mentions when questioned that "a little birdie" gave her all this information, leading Vector to rather rudely blame her for "having friends in low places" and generally acting as distrustful of her as ever. Seriously, Vector's been kind of a jerk to her ever since she left the Legion, and you just know that situation is gonna come to a head sooner or later. But enough of them - let's head back to the Kommissar, who's having her people reenact Kristallnacht in the streets of Echidnaopolis! (Told you this arc is full of tasteless references to WWII…)

She reports in to Dimitri, who is pleased to hear about her progress on the senseless property damage and random citizens she's beating up for no reason. Like, the regime seems cacklingly evil enough to want to do this kind of stuff, sure, until you hear Dimitri's actual plan for takeover this time - he's implanted control chips into Pravda's brain, and is going to use him as a mouthpiece for the Legion's ideals in the upcoming election!

So, wait. You want to get your new mind-slave to cast your organization in a positive light, and at the same time you're having one of your main commanders go around smashing windows and beating people up in alleys? How is this master plan of yours supposed to work, exactly? That entire Kristallnacht page could be removed from the comic and not only would it not impact the story, it would make it make more sense than it currently does. I seriously think that it was only included to draw more parallels to the Nazi regime, because there's just no way it makes any real sense otherwise. Sigh, Penders. Why do you have to be like this?

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #kte 22 #writer: ken penders #pencils: jim valentino #colors: barry grossman

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Ford in Amphibia

Summary: Anne and the Plantar family take in an eccentric new guest.

Word Count: ~2100

Warnings: none

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19375102/chapters/46100365

Part 1 of… 2? 3? Probably somewhere in that ballpark, but it really depends on if the still-progressing canon of Amphibia throws me anything new.

This chapter doesn’t require much Amphibia prior knowledge to read, though — as long as you’ve seen the first pair of episodes, you’ll be fine!

***

“Anne! Anne? Anne, you gotta wake up! It’s an emergency!”

“Ugh, what?” Anne sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes as she checked the time on her phone. “Five A.M.? What the heck is going on, Sprig?”

“The whole town’s outside our door! And they’re asking for you, and saying it’s urgent!”

Sure enough, a muffled slamming noise sounded from aboveground, followed by of a chorus of distressed ribbits.

“But… I didn’t even do anything bad yesterday! What do they want with me?”

“Doesn’t matter! We can’t afford them bringing out the battering ram to bust down our door again, so c’mon!” Sprig grabbed Anne by the hand, and dragged her upstairs.

There was thankfully no battering ram in sight when Anne threw open the door to face the citizens of Wartwood, but it looked like Sprig hadn’t lied about the whole town being outside. He had, however, neglected to mention that nearly all of them were wielding torches, pitchforks, and other staple weapons of angry mobs.

“Here she is, the girl of the hour!” Sprig offered weakly. “… Please don’t kill her?”

One-Eyed Wally sprung forward, and Anne flinched — but rather than attacking, he cast his pitchfork to the ground, and took her by the hands. He gave a quick bow, and Anne realized his one golden eye was wet with tears as his head bounced back up to meet her gaze.

“Thank goodness you’re here! You’re the only one who can save us now! Please, my lady, I beseech you!”

“Uh… not sure I’m following what’s going on here…”

“Another foul beast has been spotted roaming these parts,” Mayor Toadstool explained, pushing his way to the front of the ground. “Go on and tell them what you saw, Wally. Be brave.”

Wally’s hands trembled as he spoke. “It had a haggard gray mane, and its eyes reflected red light brighter than the moon itself! It loomed over me like a mountain, and it — it —”

He rummaged around in his pockets, and pulled out a few charred pieces of what must have once been a tree branch. “It fired bolts of lightning out of its arm! It just barely missed me, but it reduced a mighty old oak to ash in a single strike!”

“But since we’ve tamed a loyal beast of our own, she can drive it away for us!” Toadstool finished. “Then the town will be saved, and none of us will have to risk our precious lives fighting it!”

“What?!” Anne gasped. “You really think I could chase off something like that? And — and even if I could, I’m not your attack dog!”

A murmur went through the crowd, and Toadstool looked seriously ready to debate the attack dog comment, but Sprig spoke up before he could say anything.

“Anne, wait! You should hear them out — you know how everything gets overblown whenever Wally’s the one telling the story. Maybe it’s another lost human, and this whole situation is just a misunderstanding!”

“Look, I accepted a while back that I’m the only human in this world,” Anne shot back. “If there were more, we would’ve crossed paths by now for sure! But… I guess Wally is kind of prone to overblowing things…”

She sighed. “Okay, tell you what. I’m not fighting that beast, but tell me where you last saw it, and I’ll do some recon on it for you guys.”

Wally immediately burst into tears. “You’re a hero!” he blubbered. “This town will owe you a debt for the rest of your days!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that —” Toadstool cut in.

It was only then that Hop Pop walked into the living room, stifling a yawn. “Kids? What’s all this commotion about? Anne?”

Anne darted past him, back into the basement, and emerged a minute later wielding her tennis racquet.

“No time to explain! Gotta go risk my life for strangers by hunting a lightning monster!”

“See you soon!” Sprig added as the two of them sprinted off into the early morning light. “Maybe we’ll bring back another monster from the woods, and let them live in our house too!”

***

Ford’s patience for the frog dimension was wearing thin.

It had felt (quite literally) like a breath of fresh air at first, after spending close to a week consorting with unsavory characters in the alleyways of a sprawling, smog-filled metropolis — but limited signs of civilization meant traipsing through long swaths of muddy terrain, and mud meant that new boots would be ruined and silent movement would be nearly impossible, and… well, he could go on and on about why he hated swamp environments. The list of inconveniences just never seemed to end.

Ford didn’t actually mind amphibians — in fact, they accounted for some of his favorite anomalies back in Gravity Falls. He didn’t even mind the anthropomorphic frogs that watched him from afar and then fled before he could approach them — directions would have been convenient, sure, but he still had faith in his navigation abilities.

No, what he hated were the frogs that crept up behind him at the earliest hours of the morning, and nearly gave him a heart attack because they just happened to have BRIGHT YELLOW EYES. Or worse, in the case of today’s encounter, just ONE bright yellow eye. Why couldn’t those frogs be the ones who minded their own business?!

A branch snapped behind him, and he whirled around, gun in hand.

“Come out where I can see you!” he barked. “I’m willing to resolve this peacefully if you are, but try anything funny and I won’t hesitate to shoot!”

A bush a few feet away let out a small whimper, followed by a series of hushed whispers like it was having a conversation with itself. Finally, the culprits peered out, hands above their heads…

Human hands, in one case.

“There are humans in this dimension?” Ford asked, just as the girl blurted out: “Wait, are you a human too? How did you get here?”

There was an awkward pause, before Ford replied: “Even if we are of the same species, there’s no guarantee we come from the same dimension.”

“Are you some kind of space pirate? Am I on another planet?” the girl asked at the same time, speaking over him. “Or a time traveler? Have I been in prehistoric times all along?”

“Uh… not exactly either of those, but closer to the first one,” Ford told her.

This didn’t feel like a trap. The human girl seemed genuinely inquisitive, and her frog companion looked scared out of his wits, not scheming. “I apologize for being so hostile before. I’ve just been on guard lately.”

“It’s fine. I did pretty much the same thing when I got here too,” the girl assured him. “I’m Anne Boonchuy, and this is my buddy Sprig. Nice to meet you!”

“Likewise. I’m Ford.”

“Just Ford? What, no last names on your planet?”

Ford sighed. “No, I just don’t like sharing personal information. You never know what identity thieves might lurk in unfamiliar worlds.”

It was his go-to lie when dealing with kids, since it sounded a lot less intimidating than there are a lot of extremely ruthless people after me and the less I tell you about myself, the less likely they are to be a threat to you. He didn’t think Bill’s minions would have much influence here, but it didn’t hurt to err on the side of caution.

He and Anne shook hands, and he couldn’t help but cringe slightly as she looked at his fingers and frowned in confusion.

“I can’t help but notice you’ve got, uh, more than the normal number of fingers… or is six fingers normal where you come from?”

“No, I carry a rare genetic mutation that causes polydactyly. I’ve always been something of an anomalous case, even in the world I hail from.”

“Wow, you sound like a pretty smart guy.”

“Well, I would hope so! My eleven PhD’s didn’t earn themselves.”

“Dang, you are smart!” Anne’s eyes lit up. “Hey, want to come back home with us? I’ve got some, uh… weird odds and ends from my world that I want an expert opinion on.”

“I dunno,” Sprig piped up, speaking for the first time since his exchange with Anne in the bush. “It worked out well when I brought you home, but… are you sure he’s not gonna eat us? He feels like the type of person who would eat us — he’s too fluffy for it to be anything but a trick, to make him look less threatening!”

“Oh, it’s just my beard that’s scaring you?” Ford asked, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and squinting as he held it just beneath his chin and flicked the wheel. “Because I can get rid of this real quick if I just — ah, here we go!”

He let the blaze travel up his face for a few seconds before patting it out, ignoring Anne and Sprig’s slack-jawed expressions.

“Dude,” Anne gasped. “Did you just set your face on fire?”

“Well, how else am I going to get rid of a whole beard in under thirty seconds? Not by shaving, that’s for sure.”

***

Anne motioned for Ford to sit down, and he did so as she unfolded the cloth concealing the object resting in her lap. The Plantar family had been surprisingly charitable towards Ford, feeding him breakfast and insisting that the couch was always available if he needed somewhere to sleep — just as charitable as they’d apparently been to Anne, when she’d abruptly been tossed into their lives not two weeks before.

She’d given the summary of her story over breakfast, and in return, he’d explained the very basics of his story to them: that he seeked to eventually overthrow a tyrant who threatened many parts of the multiverse, and that he traveled from dimension to dimension with very little control over where he would end up. Anne had seemed disappointed to hear that second part — presumably because she’d been hoping Ford would have a way to get her home.

But maybe, not all hope was lost in that regard just yet.

“This is the music box that brought me to this world,” Anne explained, tossing aside the cloth. “When I opened it for the first time, it flashed all colorful and I woke up here, but it hasn’t worked since.”

“Peculiar,” Ford muttered. “Where exactly did you find this music box?”

“Just a weird knickknack shop,” Anne answered, a little two quickly.

“May I hold it for a moment?”

“Sure.”

She handed it to him. It was metallic and oddly cold, far colder than anything should have been on this sweltering day — almost as if it was magically draining the heat from Ford’s hands. He held his wrist in front of it and pressed a button on his watch, and a grid of laser dots were projected onto it, signifying a scan in progress.

“Those gems were more colorful when I first found it,” Anne explained. “But they’ve been gray ever since I got here.”

“Hmm. Well, here’s your problem: this box was once a vessel for a large amount of magical energy, but that energy has since been depleted — presumably when it brought you to this world. That’s probably why the gems lost their color, and why it can’t transport you back anymore… but if you were able to recharge that supply of magical energy somehow, I think there’s good odds it would take you home. Either that, or it would take you an even more foreign dimension of even weirder creatures. No way to know for sure unless you try?”

“Well, that’s the best lead I’ve got by a long shot,” Anne told him. “How do I recharge it?”

Ford shrugged. “Good question. I’ve got no clue.”

“What? C’mon, aren’t any of your PhD’s in cursed music boxes?”

Ford shook his head. “Magic is a fickle thing, and it works differently in almost every dimension. In one world, you might learn how to cast a spell that rains bolts of lightning down on your enemies, but in another, you might barely be able to summon a spark using the same ritual. Even if I’d encountered a relic like this before, there’s no guarantee that yours would obey the same rules.”

“Oh.” Anne’s face fell. “Well, thanks for your help anyway.”

“Keep you chin up,” Ford told her. “Your search for answers has only just begun — there’s still plenty more research to do, and plenty more chances to have a eureka moment! And if you have any questions of the scientific sort… well, I’m not sticking around forever, but while I’m here, don’t hesitate to ask me anything.”

“Thanks. Will do.”

#gravity falls #stanford pines #amphibia #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #disney amphibia #rosalia writes fic #fic: ford in amphibia

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yaboylevi · 5 years

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Does Zeke plan makes sense to you? Also the sterilization thing doesn't explain how they're going to defend themselves against the world inevitably attacking Paradis. Why did Zeke go through all that effort arranging the declaration of war and the battle at Liberio if his end goal is for eldians to disappear peacefully?

I don’t think the declaration of war was orchestrated by Zeke.

Zeke tried to push Marley to lead an attack to Paradis so he could go there again and take a hold of the Founding. The Marleyan Commander agreed to discuss it with other higher-ups and they decided on 1) the festival, 2) involving the Tybur, 3) declaring a World War on Paradis. Everything was done to shift the focus of the other Nations to Paradis, away from Marley’s weakening military power. Here Zeke is explaining the plan the higher-ups have decided upon.

Zeke wanted to involve a group of Marleyans+Eldians only.

So he had to damage-control the situation: he used Marley+Willy’s plan and orchestrated in secret the attack on Liberio to delay the attack on Paradis by taking out Marley’s military, steal the WHT (Eren and Zeke probably need it…or needed it to be out of commission), and finally head to Paradis.

What I don’t understand is, why couldn’t Eren and Zeke just meet in Marley and do whatever they wanted there? Maybe, since the world’s attack on Paradis was unavoidable, they have decided on a plan (the Rumbling?) to stop the world’s army and that’s why they have to be on the island.

We’re missing too many pieces, still, to come to certain conclusions.

Anyway, Zeke’s plan of making Eldians infertile makes sense…from his perspective.

As a child, the love he received from his parents had conditions attached, then Xaver led him to believe he never got loved by them at all. Xaver’s love stemmed from depression and the brutal loss of a child and it wasn’t enough to heal his broken soul. All that Zeke saw was despair and suffering that engulfed every one of the few good things in his life and then, he realized, even the life of his mentor and father figure.

Zeke never had a childhood. He looks 4-5 years old here.

Still, the abuse and lack of genuine love and affection didn’t break him. He accepted his death sentence and he was scared, but he could still cherish the few good things that had happened in his short life.

It was Xaver who broke him. Twice. In two of Zeke’s most fragile moments.

The first one, when Zeke believed he and his family were gonna effectively die and had lost all hope. I believe Zeke still held some hope in his heart that his parents loved him. Xaver told him that wasn’t the case and that he was justified if he let them die.

The second, when he idly gave voice to one of his deepest, saddest wishes, that he had never been born. This is a feeling some other characters went through, most notably Eren. He had a moment like this in the Uprising arc and it lasted probably a week. It was resolved when Shadis relayed to him all the love Carla had for him.

Zeke probably felt like that for years, because the quiet way he brings up the topic is almost like he’s voicing some worn-out thought he has had for a while. Contrary to Carla’s, Xaver’s words pushed Zeke over the edge. Zeke had been depressed and probably cursed his own existence but not to the point of actively wishing for the death of his race, imo, because he had never been like that.

His wondering how better it would’ve been if they had never been born mirrors Eren’s defeated question at the ocean. They are both 16, coincidentally. They don’t like the idea, but their mind is wandering there because of the horrible things they have seen in life.

Eren’s musings are fuelled by indignation and pain, but also pride and love for his people, and that’s why he had room for a change of heart when he infiltrated Marley. Zeke’s are born from pain and depression only, and his experiences only add more to it, over and over again. Xaver enabled Zeke by reinforcing his view on life.

By telling Zeke his tragic story, and giving him proof that even his mentor, someone who seemed to have clear objectives and peace of mind, was suffering to the point of planning a drawn-out suicide and welcoming death, Zeke came to his own personal realization that pain is far stronger than happiness. He loves Xaver, and in this moment he feels pity and compassion for him. So he makes him a promise. He will save the children of the world, both the world’s and the Eldians’.

The difference is Zeke was left with no one. Eren had his friends, a family, his mom’s words. Love. The idea of obtainable freedom pushing him forward.

This chapter also compares Zeke with Reiner, who at least had Bertolt to help him out.

My impression is that Zeke promised Xaver something he wasn’t exactly really convinced about, he was just dejectedly entertaining the thought. He convinced himself that euthanization was the only option because he wanted to bring peace of mind to Xaver.

(Coincidentally, there’s another character who is keeping in mind a promise made in the final moments of a person he looked up to. And that involved mercy killing. And the planned suicide/killing of other people. That promise brought Levi pain in more ways than one, he had to accept some difficult outcomes/do terrible things to follow that promise. It’s interesting how many parallels there are in this series.)

Zeke steeled himself, he understood the full meaning of what he was setting his mind up to do. To me, it doesn’t look like Zeke is particularly thrilled by it. In the first panel on the right (panel above), he's looking down to the side. It’s something he’s done repeatedly in this chapter whenever he felt compelled, or rather, forced, to please another person. Even if he doesn’t really share the mindset.

A thing I have noticed is that he has never had wishes of his own (barring that time he wished for his parents to stop doing dangerous things and was yelled at to tears), and it's quite a common things in children/adults who were emotionally abused. Not wanting anything for their own. Going to great lengths to please others. So they will be loved.

This sterilization plan seems to me like another one of those “things done for others”, this time for Xaver. Up until this point, it didn’t seem like he cared about who was wrong or who was right in the conflict between Eldians and Marleyans/the World. He was going to inherit the Beast Titan for Marley and fight for them because he didn’t have anything else. But now he has a goal.

In his mind, it is mercy killing. I disagree. I hope someone can make him finally look at the world in a different way. If he’s going to die thinking the world is just like he currently thinks it is, it’s gonna be too painful.

#shingeki ask #snk 114 #snk spoilers #zeke yeager #tom xaver #character analysis #snk meta #anonymous #vivimetas #answer spiralled out of control #long post

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mittensmorgul · 5 years

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Endings Are Easy

I wrote something akin to a coda fic. At least, it’s based on 14.10, and a best of all possible worlds happy ending, because I’m ridiculous like that...

Rating: T Words: 1569 Dean/Cas, Billie, Amara, and the Empty Entity

Read it on ao3 or just... like scroll down. It’s short :P

They all finally get a happy ending. Michael’s gone forever. Amara, of all people, stepped in and claimed him for herself. She figured it was her due, and her duty, to finish off that one last cosmic imbalance herself. She’d given Dean what he’d really needed the first time she’d departed, but now she decided to help Dean get what he really wanted . They were two different things entirely.

“Having your needs met makes you secure. Content. But I want you to be truly happy, Dean. You deserve it.”

With that, she turned to Cas. Dean frowned as she stared intently at him, worried she was gonna do something to his best friend. Cas just smiled contentedly at her in return, like he approved of her plan without even knowing what it was yet. Then again, Cas had probably already guessed.

“Would you willingly surrender your grace to me?” Amara asked him, holding out her hand as if Cas could just pull it out of his pocket.

Cas looked at her for a moment, his expression unchanging, and then tilted his head to gaze at Dean. “Of course,” Cas replied. “I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore.”

And to Dean’s surprise, Cas pulled a small, glowing glass vial from his pocket. He blinked at Cas, at the brilliance of the light of his grace as it swirled and pulsed, and frowned.

“You don’t have to do that, Cas. You’re just as welcome to stay here as an angel or a human. You don’t have to give up a part of yourself.”

Cas shrugged. “It’s not really a part of me, Dean. I haven’t been an angel for a long time. At least not in any of the ways that really matter. I can let it go and choose to be truly happy.”

As soon as the words escaped Cas’s mouth, the ground shook and the lights flickered. Black ooze seeped from the bookshelves all around them and flowed down to the ground, building up into a pillar that eventually resolved itself into a shifting humanoid form, as if it couldn’t decide what it was supposed to look like. After a moment of disturbing undulation, it settled on a younger version of Amara-- one Dean remembered vividly because she’d thrown him across the room and broken Crowley’s arm.

Dean leaped to the side, closer to Cas and away from the gooey version of Amara Junior. “Hey, since when did you get your own Mini Me Symbiote? And should we be killing it?”

Goo Amara seemed surprised to find the genuine article having what appeared to be a friendly chat with Cas. She’d formed with a look that Dean could only describe as hungry , and only had eyes for Cas until the real Amara grabbed her shoulder and held her back.

“Castiel has satisfied the terms of our agreement,” Goo Amara said without preamble, but seemed unsure of herself. “I’m only here to claim what is rightfully mine.”

Amara was entirely unfazed by this, only raising an eyebrow at what Dean now understood was the Cosmic Entity who governed the Empty. He shot a horrified glance at Cas, wondering if this meant he’d have to say goodbye forever, just when he'd been so close to having everything he'd ever wanted. Cas, however, looked as unconcerned as Amara did, and gave Dean a look as if to say just wait.

Amara nodded thoughtfully and then sighed. “I regret to inform you that Castiel has done me a great service today. He and Dean delivered the Archangel Michael to me, allowing me to end the threat to my brother’s creation once and for all. I was able to save all of creation with his help. And then he gave me this, of his own free will.” She held up the vial of grace, and Goo Amara’s eyes went wide.

“If his angelic nature belongs to you, then I have no claim over him.”

Amara nodded. “It’s all one and the same, Shadow. What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours. Your dealings with Castiel are concluded.” She handed the vial over to Goo Amara, who accepted it, absorbing it as she bowed her head and melted away into nothingness between the floorboards.

Dean stood there blinking at the floor, wondering if he needed to disinfect it, or at least run a swiffer over it. Amara made a contented little noise, startling Dean out of his thoughts.

“So many good deeds done today,” she said, smiling at both of them. “We’ve all gotten what we wanted most now. My brother will be pleased. I’ll leave you both to your peace and happiness.”

And with that, she disappeared, and the world went on like it always had. Only now, Dean and Cas could choose happiness without breaking the universe.

That night, Dean awoke a few hours before dawn. The bunker was quiet, aside from Cas breathing deeply in his sleep beside him. He lay there for a long time, watching Cas, feeling him breathe against his shoulder, until his stomach got the better of him. Dean laid a gentle kiss on his forehead and carefully extricated himself from Cas’s embrace. He climbed out of bed and pulled on his robe, smiling down at Cas still warm in their bed. This was the one thing he’d wanted but never thought he deserved. The universe was finally at peace with itself enough to allow them both this gift. They’d been choosing each other for as long as he could remember, but this time nothing would tear them apart again.

They could both have this, and hell if they both didn’t want it more than anything. Cas had worn himself out proving it to Dean for the better part of the night. Dean smiled to himself remembering the highlights and had been about to climb back into bed and curl up in Cas’s arms again when his stomach growled a reminder at him. He sighed and crept out into the hall, closing the door silently and promising to be back in just a few minutes.

Dean frowned as he neared the kitchen. He was sure he’d turned off the light before he’d gone to sleep. It was too early for even Sam to be up, but when he rounded the corner, it wasn’t Sam sitting at the table waiting for him.

“Well, Dean, I gotta say, happiness is a good look on you,” Billie said, giving him the once over.

Dean blinked in surprise and reflexively reached down to make sure his robe was securely tied shut. He hadn’t bothered putting on pants, and he hadn’t exactly been expecting company. Billie just smiled at that and kept talking while Dean stood awkwardly in the middle of his own kitchen.

“I heard the good news, and I brought you a little congratulatory gift.”

She handed over a packaged wrapped in white paper decorated with tiny pink hearts. Dean just stared at it for a moment and then looked up at Billie, wondering if she was finally there to reap him, after all that.

“That’s what I get for sending Violet out for gift wrap on short notice,” she said. “Go on, open it. I promise it won’t bite.”

Dean set the package on the table and sat down across from Billie to tear off the paper. Inside were three of Billie’s books from her shelf. Dean’s name was printed along the spines of each of them. He frowned at Billie, but she just raised an eyebrow and nodded down to the books.

Dean hesitated for a moment and then opened the first one.

Dies peacefully in his sleep of old age.

Dean frowned at that, but set it to the side to open the second book.

Dies peacefully in his sleep of old age.

Dean’s mouth fell open and he rushed to open the third.

Dies peacefully in his sleep of old age.

“All of them, Dean. I double checked. They’re all the same now. Every last one.”

“What does this mean?” Dean asked. And then thought of something far more urgent. “And what about Cas?”

Billie positively grinned at him. “You know, I didn’t have a book for him when he was an angel. He had a few when he was human before, but they disappeared when he became an angel again. But he’s got a single book now, on the same shelf as yours, actually. That’s a strange thing, you know. Doesn’t happen very often. But it reads the same as yours. Have a long, happy life with your angel, Dean. You’ve both got a lot to live for.”

Dean swallowed hard past the growing lump in his throat, and nodded. “Yeah, thanks for this.”

Billie stood up and smiled down at him. “I’ll be seeing you around anyway. I know you both better than to think otherwise.”

Dean decided he could save that to worry about another day. He wasn’t even hungry anymore. He just wanted to get back to his room, climb into bed, and hold Cas tight for as long as the universe would let him. If Billie was right, it would be a good, long time. He glanced up to thank her again, but she was already gone.

He picked up his gift and hurried back to his room, for once in his life actually eager to live out his destiny.

(and the ao3 link again just because I can :P)

#spn 14.10 coda fic #destiel #spn fanfic #billie the reaper #and now the darkness #the empty entity #things i have written #fluff #heck if this is how the series ended i would be perfectly content tbh

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