#hi again fates fans bye again fates fans

[moeblob]

Sophie is SUCH a good child and I love her thank you Fates for giving her into my life through the most bizarre methods and mechanics I still think are weird. I love her regardless.

#fe fates #camilla #sophie #also ! teehee gave camilla a silver brooch bc sophie has gray eyes #and then the stone in it is actually me color picking past art I did of Silas bc why not ! #anyway these two are wonderful ladies and Sophie just looks so good with Camilla's hair color ?? #hi again fates fans bye again fates fans

[heartfullofleeches]

Loser catboy reader with cc???? Crackpost of them pls

[The ending is a bit crack, but I got a lil carried away and did a full mini fic. Hope you enjoy-]

Yan Incubus + Catboy [G.N] Reader

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A new donation.

"Heyyyy, Bestie- Check out my new mix. Pretty sure it's my best work ever and comes from the heart - xoxo"

That guy again- And people call you lustful. You can still feel his hands around your waist and his breath on your neck. Your thighs and back are proof of his clinginess after your last encounter with him left you riddled with nail marks. It didn't surpise you much given his flirty persona to the public, but the sting almost made you feel bad for all the times you've used someone's face as a scratching post. Almost.

Adjusting your headphones, you click away from the game on stream - pulling up the chat room where the sound file had been sent. As in your face as he was, the demon was still one of your top members and a pretty big name in music and influencer spaces. Gained some new followers and a fair amount of pocket change just by posing for a few pictures with him and liking every comment he left on your posts. The guy was a pro at baiting fans with an alleged relationship. Even changed his status to taken with a cat emoji and a sea of hearts next to his name.

Right as you click on the file another message pops up on screen.

"You listen to it yet?:p"

"Just turned it on. Chill, it's been like three seconds."

"KK-ily. Call me when you're done. I'll be waiting~;)"

"Yeah, yeah....whatever." Moving your tail into your lap as you recline, you prop yourself against the back of your chair as the melody slowly fades in. The flow is more mellow than the house vibe the DJ is known for. You find yourself swaying - ears switching as vocals ease into the mix. A faint whisper barley audible over the thumping beat. The voice hitches, strained and breathy as another joins it. Your fur stands on end as a familiar chuckle plays through your ears - his voice as clear as the lip gloss coating his lips when he kissed you.

"You have no idea what you do to me... I need you.... say that you're mine.. Say it."

"I'm.... I'm yours, just - just shut up and kiss me again."

Rage floods your eyes. You throw your headphones across the room- quickly joining the video call C.C had been waiting for you in. His shit eating grin makes you want to send your monitor to the same fate as your headphones. He waves

"Hiii, baby. What's wrong? You look tense- Need me to come over and make you feel better?~"

"Did you fucking record us making out and put it into your song?!"

"Just thought it's about time we put those silly rumors to rest and come out as proper couple. Pretty obvious to everyone that we have something going on. I'll let you know the results in a few hours once it finishes uploading."

"C.C!"

"Buh-bye, hun!"

C.C waves goodbye, blowing a kiss at the call abruptly ends. Using him as a scratching post sounds like a great idea, but something tells you he'd enjoy that.

"Fuck."

#yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere imagines #yandere #C.C my oc #yandere incubus #yandere demon x reader #yandere drabble

[footylover]

It’s a beautiful thing to meet someone who makes you forget your troubles.

(Leah Williamson x Reader)

As Leah Williamson was making her debut on the new EA Sports FC 24 cover, you were preparing to interview her with some fan questions in hand.

Before taking your seat you take advantage to approach Leah off camera to say hi. Leah smiles back at you.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. Don’t worry, these questions are supposed to be fun” You informed her to calm her nerves.

“Good to know, I’m honestly not having the best day” She responds.

Before you could ask any further, the director was asking for both of you to take your seat. "Alright, let's get started," you said with a gentle smile, noticing the hint of sadness in Leah's eyes. It was not a good day for her, she'd said, but you intended to make the interview as light and enjoyable as possible.

The questions started simple, revolving around her favorite FIFA games, memories growing up, and some of the memorable moments in her career. She perked up talking about her love for the game and her experiences. Still, you could tell something was bothering her.

Halfway through the interview, you decided to throw in a lighter question to change the mood. "Pineapple on pizza - yes or no?"

Leah laughed, her eyes lighting up for the first time that day. "Absolutely no!" she replied, sparking a playful debate between the two of you. For a few moments, her worries seemed to have been forgotten. You found her laugh infectious, and it was a relief to see her relax.

But as the interview was drawing to a close, you saw her mood dip once again. You'd had a good time with her, and it was clear that she was carrying something heavy. As a fellow human being, you couldn't help but feel for her.

"Leah, if you don't mind me asking," you began carefully, "is there something bothering you? You mentioned you weren't having the best day..."

She hesitated, glancing off-camera as if debating whether to answer. After a long pause, she sighed, "It's not public yet. But I got my results for my injury I got last game. I’m not making it to the World Cup."

Your heart clenched at her words, understanding the pain she was going through. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Leah. It's tough, and it's okay to not be okay. Just remember, it's the tough times that make the good ones so much sweeter. You will come back stronger than ever."

Leah nodded, her gaze softening as she met your eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. I needed to hear that today."

After the cameras stopped rolling, you chatted with Leah a bit more, offering words of comfort and strength. You felt a connection that went beyond just interviewer and interviewee. But you thought you would never find out as you just said your good byes and parted ways.

After the interview, you didn't expect to see Leah again, let alone form a deeper connection with her. However, fate seemed to have other plans. During one of Arsenal's matches, you were in the VIP box, courtesy of your job, taking in the game, when you spotted Leah in the neighboring box. She was currently injured, forced to watch her team from the sidelines.

Leah must have noticed you at the same moment because her eyes met yours and held. For a moment, it felt like time stood still, the noise of the crowd fading into nothing. Then, she disappeared from view.

A few minutes later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were surprised to find Leah standing behind you, a timid smile on her face. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

For the rest of the game, you both talked, laughed, and cheered for Arsenal together. It felt like a date - the intimacy, the connection, the sparks. However, neither of you acknowledged it.

As you were saying goodbyes again and leaving the box, Leah said, "Wait!! I noticed you wearing a Beth Mead jersey. Are you a fan?"

You nodded enthusiastically, "I'm a huge fan."

With a sly grin, Leah invited you to meet Beth. During the encounter, Leah was unusually quiet, and you noticed a flicker of something in her eyes. It looked a lot like jealousy, but you shrugged it off. You were star-struck, but Beth's laid-back demeanor and welcoming smile soon put you at ease.

"So, Y/N," Beth began, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall, "How do you know our Leah here?"

You glanced at Leah, who was looking slightly uncomfortable but made no move to intervene. "We met during an interview."

Beth's eyebrows raised, and a playful smirk appeared on her face. "Oh, just an interview, huh? And now you're hanging out in the VIP box, meeting her teammates. Sounds like you're pretty close."

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Guess I’m pretty lucky. Leah’s been really kind."

For a moment, you thought you saw Leah blush, but she quickly looked away.

As the conversation moved to the match and general football banter, Leah excused herself to speak to a coach, leaving you alone with Beth.

Once she was out of earshot, Beth turned to you, her expression more serious. "She's a good person, Leah. Just been through a lot lately. I hope she's found a good friend in you, Y/N."

You nodded, assuring Beth that Leah had indeed found a friend in you. However, her words resonated with you, hinting at something more beneath the surface.

When Leah returned, Beth excused herself to have a word with her. You couldn't hear what they were talking about, but you saw Leah's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing, and Beth teasingly poking her in the ribs. Leah swatted Beth's hand away, looking around to make sure you hadn't seen.

You turned away quickly, not wanting them to know you'd noticed. But you couldn't help the small grin that spread across your face. The day had been full of surprises, and the evening promised to bring even more.

With a day like this, it felt like anything was possible. Could there be more than friendship developing between you and Leah? Only time would tell. But for now, you were content with the uncertainty, the anticipation, and the thrill of the unknown.

The bustling noise of the after-match crowd faded as Leah walked you to your car in silence. Your laughter and playful teasing from earlier had been replaced by a charged silence. The air between you two was thick with unspoken words, questions, and emotions.

Leah, always the more courageous one, broke the silence. "Did you mean what you said earlier in the VIP box, about wanting to know the 'Leah off the field'?" Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable, her eyes fixed on the ground.

You paused, glancing at her. "Every word, Leah," you responded sincerely. "You fascinate me, not as Leah the footballer, but Leah the person. You're incredibly strong and kind."

Leah looked up, her gaze meeting yours. For a moment, everything else ceased to exist. It was just the two of you under the dim glow of the streetlights.

A soft sigh escaped Leah's lips as she leaned against the car, her eyes never leaving yours. "I'm not used to this, Y/N," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I guess people usually want the footballer, the celebrity, the...public figure."

You moved closer, your voice steady. "But that's not what I want, Leah. I want to know you, the woman behind all the fame and the accolades, the woman who still gets nervous before interviews."

Something shifted in Leah's expression then, a sense of understanding, perhaps, or relief. She didn't say anything for a moment, her gaze intensifying.

"And you, Y/N," she finally murmured, "What about you? What do you hide behind that professional facade?"

You laughed softly, taken aback by her directness. "That, Leah, is a story for another day."

She smiled, her eyes softening. "I'd like to hear it someday."

After exchanging numbers this time, you drove away. You could still feel Leah's gaze on you, her unspoken words hanging in the air like a promise. There was an undeniable pull between the two of you, something more profound than a fleeting attraction. But what it meant and where it could lead? That was a question for another day.

Authors note: Thank you for reading this far! Part 2?

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso imagine

[harryisourlover]

The Second Assistant

Inspired by the tongue guitar playing in Spain

Smut alert 🚨

Harry was in the midst of a whirlwind tour when a recent breakup left him emotionally drained. Determined to avoid entanglements with fans, he found solace in his work. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't help but notice his new second assistant, (Y/N), whose beauty and grace captivated him.

(Y/N) was a beacon of joy and laughter among her colleagues, but around Harry, she turned shy and reserved. Since day one she acted like that. But one fateful night after a particularly electrifying concert where Harry had pushed the boundaries of his attire, revealed A LOT, also was a night extremely hot in Spain and (Y/N) fainted backstage! She was overwhelmed by the intensity of the performance plus hot night and the last thing that Harry did on stage definitely was the final cause of her faint.

Concerned, Harry rushed to her hotel room after his concert, still in his revealing outfit because all that matters was to see of she was really ok!

He knocked on the door, she just got out of the shower and she was expecting her meal, not Harry…

“Oh my god, it’s you!”

“I’m sorry, are you expecting someone else?”

“Just my dinner..” she said moving her eyes from his eyes going down to his torso and abs

He noticed and explained “I’m sorry again, i just got out stage and didn’t saw you there in the corner, they told me… Are you ok?”

“I don’t understand… You barely say Hi and Bye every day, any order of what to do to you i get from Mary because she’s the first assistant and i’m the second… Why do you bother coming here?”

“Excuse me are you implying that i’m a incentive boss-monster? That i don’t care? Only once that i tried to spoke to you, you didn’t looked back at me in the eyes and everytime i see you nice and goofy around the crew but always with a bad face at me, how did you expect me to act?”

“I… i was trying to act professional with you”

“I honestly thought you hated me since day one for some reason i quit trying to find out…”

“What??? I don’t hate you! Never! I’m a fan! Actually since 1D to be honest”

“Ok, now i’m the one confused here”

“When Mary interviewed me for the job she said: 1- never mention you are a fan; 2- don’t talk to him looking in his eyes because his girlfriend is nuts jealous; 3- don’t be you the cool girl i know around him, just strict professional”

“OMG i had no idea!”

“Mary says hahahah i’m your type, she’s so wrong! Look at me! But anyway she said if i want a career i can’t cause trouble in my first job ever in this industry!”

“I totally understand She was trying to help you… and avoid drama with my ex… She’s right about you being extremely attractive to me… She’s with me for 10 years she knows me very well!”

(Y/N)’s face is red and she thinks she’s about to faint again. Harry run to her holding her and asking “Are you ok? For sure?”

“I’m fine! Not going down again! It’s.. it’s just too much going on.. i need to sleep!”

“What about your food?”

“I will cancel… can you help me walking me to the bed?”

“I will help but you will eat! And i will go to my room shower and after that i will come back to see you! Where is your extra key?”

“Don’t need to do that Harry…”

“I will! Please let me do this!”

So exactly like he said, after he was back in her room. She had fallen asleep, so he took the tray away, returned to his room but kept her spare key.

Next day, like always when don’t need to travel to do a performance, Harry wake up when he wanted, brushed his teeth and looking at himself in the mirror started to think about (Y/N) and decided to go back to her room.

He wasn’t sure if she was awake yet, was 10 something AM, so he knocked softly. With no answer he did it again… and worried decided to use the key…

She was with her AirPod, laid down on the floor, legs wide open up on the bed, rubbing her covered pussy with one hand and on the other hand watching Harry’s video a fan did of him obscenely flipping his tongue on the guitar…

Harry didn’t want to scare her but she’s couldn’t her him there! And honestly he was hard ASF!!! He decided to remove his clothes and already touching himself he walked to her bed and seat close to one of her legs, he did wile she briefly close her eyes, and when she opened…

“Ohh omg!” And removed Airpod looking at him, iPhone already on the floor and her eyes big in shock looking to Harry’s Big fat cock.

“Don’t need to say anything love, if you just let me finish here looking at you rubbing that pussy for me i will be very happy, and if you want he can pretend never happened… or…. You can get out of that floor and come here to this bed and let me taste that pussy just like you’re dreaming watching that video on repeat”

She was speechless and frozen. Harry smirked at her and that was enough to release her from the frozen state. (Y/N) started to move and stopped standing in front of him.

They connected eyes and he used one hand to hold her t-shirt up and the other hand to grab the elastic of her panties, she nodded and he started to slowly remove her panties…

“All of this mess for me darling?”

“…Y..yes!”

“May i ask you to remove your t-shirt and lay next to me?”

She nodded and did as he asked… slowly Harry moved to the top of her using his knees and hands to spread her legs saying: “Darling I don’t dare to go up there and kiss you like i want, because it’s dangerous… we can fall in love and ruin business! But if you don’t mind i will bury my head in your perfect soaked cunt… and after this anytime you or me need some relief we can count on each other secretly ok?”

“Ok Harry”

“Call me Daddy!” And with that he started to eat her like the hungriest man in the world, stroking his penis at the same time. (Y/N) came like never before and was fighting to close her legs involuntarily.

“Just another one sweetheart, one more of your sweet orgasm juice and i will let go” He said and immediately sucked her clit wile inserted his finger, she cried loud in despair and he was just so impressed by how tight her pussy was, he said “Girl, you can barely take my finger, if i try to put my cock on you I don’t know if will fit…”

(Y/N) moaned and squirted with that dirty talk, Harry drank all and released his orgasm in his hand and belly. “I don’t know if i can keep my mouth out of this pretty pussy anymore girl!”

He started to put his clothes on with the devilish smile saying “I’m getting out of here before someone sees me wile looking for me.. Angel, i will always have your room’s door keys now! This will be our secret!”

And he left…. Not knowing that the biggest secret (Y/N) carries… She’s 22 but she’s virgin…

And now all she can think about is how to tell him! And when…

#Harry Styles #harries #harry styles smut

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Break 1)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.2k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys] {filler chapter? I just felt like Lance and Nando getting closer would make more sense if they spent break together + Mark}

last part - masterlist - next part

They had two weeks off and Lance had absolutely no plans, Nico was on vacation with his family to god knows where, Fernando had probably already arrived in Australia, and Lance didn't have any other friends on the paddock to worry about.

He had thought about going back to Canada but he just ended up back at his house in Switzerland. Spring had started by the time he got home so it wasn't like he could distract himself with snowboarding so he just ended up at home on his couch for the past five days.

Being alone was nice, but a part of him missed Fernando, oddly enough. They'd only ever hung out on the paddock but Lance had grown to look forward to the time they spent together, whether it was actually sitting and talking or just exchanging glances while in the middle of interviews.

As if it was fate, his phone began to rang. It was an unknown number but he figured it might be important, his dad had a history of calling him from random places just to check up on him, as if the 18 year old hadn't been left alone before.

"Hello?" He said, holding his (very small) phone to his ear

"Lancito, I am so glad you answered!" a voice on the other end spoke, a very familiar voice

"Nando?" Lance questioned "How did you get my number?"

"Is not important!" The Spaniard said, brushing off the question "Lancito, are you busy? If you are, cancel, come to Australia."

"No, I'm not busy." Lance responded, wondering if Fernando was really inviting him to Australia, wasn't he with Mark? Wouldn't that be awkward? "Is something important happening in Australia?"

"Si, You are coming, is important."

"Nando, I-" The younger boy laughed, not being able to wipe the smile off his face just from hearing the other mans voice "Sure, I'll come."

"Perfect, I'll send you the information, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay Nando"

"Bye, Lancito! Have a safe flight"

And with that the call ended and Lance wasted no time in buying the tickets to Australia (idk how people bought plane tickets in 2006...)

Lance got off the plane, trying to pat down the hair he could feel sticking up, he always slept on long flights and this one was no acception. It was weird being in Australia a week before he had to but he wasn't going to turn down Fernando is he wanted Lance there so bad, for whatever reason.

It was a Sunday morning and the airport was surprisingly busy, he eventually found his way out and got a taxi headed towards the address Fernando had texted him

"Just landed, headed your way now!!"

Lance stared at the screen before sending the message, just now wondering why exactly he was there, he wasn't blind to the media, especially when he was constantly being interviewed and asked questions fans were dying to know, he had heard the rumours, people saying Fernando was only talking to him to scare him, he was going to embarrass him, he had some ulterior motive, Lance hoped it wasn't true but now that he was blindly following Fernandos orders in another country while he was visiting his friend (who's seat he took) a part of him started to wonder if Fernando was planning something. He hit send.

They'd hadn't texted much, just Fernando sending him the information he needed and Lance thanking him before he got on the plane and turned off his phone, he wasn't too fond of it anyways.

"I am glad you made it"

"Is exciting"

"Tell the driver to go faster"

Lance smiled at his phone, excited to see the Spaniard again, even though he saw him not even a week ago.

"I shouldn't break the law yet"

"I just got here and my dad isn't here to bail me out!"

"I will do it, no worries Lancito"

He shook his head at the text, turning off his phone and waiting to arrive, not too far away from the location

He stepped out of the car, paying the taxi fare then walking up to the house, hesitating to knock. Maybe texting would be better? Or calling? Or anything besides knocking? Before he even had the chance to decide the door opened, revealing a slightly-taller-than-him Mark Webber and Fernando standing by his side, the two closer than he thought they would be

"Lance, welcome, so sorry about making you come so randomly." Mark spoke first, stepping back to invite Lance in

"It's no problem, I wasn't doing anything anyway" Lance smiled as he walked into the house, scanning what he could see

"I told you Lancito didn't mind" Fernando said to Mark, hitting his arm slightly "Is good to make sure you two get along before people start to speculate, ay?" Fernando smiled at Mark then at Lance, reaching up to flatten the hair still sticking up on his head

Lance wasn't sure why he was surprised Fernando was still calling him his nickname, he didn't know why he expected anything to change with Mark around, Fernando seemed the same, if anything he seemed happier around Mark. It made him feel bad, he was the reason Mark lost his seat, the reason Fernando's friend was no longer on the paddock, the reason Fernando had to settle for him instead.

"Well, Lance, I don't mind that you took my seat" Mark laughed, closing the door before putting an arm around Lance's shoulder "I was done with travelling all the time anyway, so don't beat yourself up over what people say"

Lance nodded, Mark was right, and he was pretty old so it made sense for him to be smarter.

"Now, how about we have fun now that we've dragged you to the land down under?" That made Lance smile, he was looking forward to spending the rest of his break actually doing stuff besides binging TV shows.

The next week went by so quick Lance was surprised when he actually had to go to the paddock, almost as surprised as fans when he showed up with both Fernando and Mark.

He hesitated when Fernando suggested all of them going together, worried about what people would say, but the older men made it obvious they couldn't care less so thats how they ended up going together, Mark having plans of doing interviews around the paddock and spending his free time in sither the pink or blue and yellow garage.

Being in Australia a week early was great, they were busy the whole time but Lance enioyed it, loving the time away from his phone and especially away from the media. It made him notice how close Mark and Fernando really were, he felt jealous at times but it was probably just because he was used to having Fernandos attention on him after quali and races, he felt selfish for feeling that way so of course he never addressed it.

"Where are you going first?" Lance asked, looking at Mark, both of them on either side of Fernando

"I was thinking of interviewing people first, it's gonna be weird being the one asking the questions"

"As long as you stay far away from me, we're good"

Fernando shook his head, pulling the taller man closer "We really need to get you used to the media, eh? All you do is complain" He sucked his teeth after he finished teasing Lance, earning nothing but an eyeroll from the teen

"Yeah, yeah." Lance smiled, not able to stop himself when it came to Fernando "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

And with that the race week started.

#f1 #formula 1 #lance stroll #aston martin #fernando alonso #i forgot to add tags oml #au #rpf #real person fiction #first kiss au #alternate universe #strollonso #mark webber #fa14 #ls18 #1418 #lance stroll x fernando alonso #slight angst #i wanna make it angstier #a lot of lances thoughts #lance does not like himself #but its okay because the scary world champ does #renault #racing point #renault nando and pink lance #pink lance ily #this was fun to write #im so bad at slow burns so #lets ignore how fast paced this is.

[thesweetnessofspring]

I've seen people from both sides of the Gale Hawthorne opinion spectrum say that the end of Mockingjay with Katniss saying "Good-bye Gale" as a way of showing Collins meant to vilify Gale, with Gale fans criticizing Collins ending for Gale as punishing an oppressed teenager and Gale antis using it to show he's the worst ever. I don't think this interpretation is correct on either side.

First, this is a first person present tense narrative from Katniss’s POV. Of course Katniss will feel most betrayed by Gale and (likely) not wish to have contact with him again and when she does mention him after, use language to distance himself from her.

But we know Gale is a natural leader, he's well known in Panem thanks to the propos, and got an important job in Two after the war. We also know that Katniss feels safe enough to have children fifteen years after the war. Taking these clues, it's easy for me to surmise that Gale in whatever way became a leader that Panem needed. He likely grew from losing Katniss’s friendship and from his design being used to kill Prim, and when making decisions always had these at the back of his mind. Whatever way he helped build Panem was effective enough to bring peace and happiness to his old hunting partner, looking out for her where he could from Two by creating a larger structure of stability in their world.

So I don't think Collins ever meant to say that Gale was a lost cause after the war. Yes, I do think she condemned his bomb design and blase attitude about human life, but I don't think she was unforgiving or writing him off as "one of the bad guys" or incapable of change. If she were trying to say that, Gale and Panem would have had different fates than they do in the end.

#the hunger games #gale hawthorne #mockingjay #thg analysis

[goldengirlls]

possesive

warnings: 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, rafe’s in his 40’s!!) + breeding kink + slight dom and submissive behavior always + bowtie kink

summary: the internet a dangerous place.

a/n: first part of dirty little secret!!! two things — don’t be a dick + show her lots of love!!! shes also slightly unedited so sorry for any errors !!!!

series master list

playlist

It was like a lion stalking its prey, stealthy and quiet. 

It was like a lion stalking its prey, stealthy and quiet. 

It was like a lion stalking its prey, stealthy and quiet. 

“This dress is doing many things to me, Beautiful.” The husky voice spoke, hand wrapping around your waist, possessively. “It’s taking everything in me to behave myself.”

He wasn’t supposed to feel these things about you, especially someone your age. He was in his forties - never married, no kids, zero responsibilities except for running his fortune 500 company. He was working late one night, desperate to get off. Porn wasn’t an option. It was beyond scripted for his liking, so when someone had mentioned only fans it peaked his interest. That was until he had stumbled upon your account one night. 

What he didn’t know at the time was she could see the members. He wanted more, so he started paying for the exclusive content you put out. He didn’t care about the extra money. All he knew is he craved you morning, day and night. Some call it a coincidence, he however saw it as fate. A crisp Thursday night at one of his favorite bars. He just knew he had to have you, so he bought you a drink. The rest being history.

He had to have you. 

“Can’t wait to take you home and fuck you senseless.” A warm kiss being placed below your ear. His fingers tighten on your warm skin as you lean closer into his embrace. 

“Bend you over on any surface and take you over and over again. Sink my teeth into your tan skin. Lick everywhere and anywhere I want.” 

The more his husky voice spoke about the horrible things he had planned the wetter you got. He didn’t seem to miss the way your legs crossed over one another - he needed to have his head buried between them, as your legs dangled behind him, as you begged him to stop. 

Finally having enough, you lean in closer to him, “These are for you. Say bye to everyone and come up to our room. I’ll be waiting.” You placed an item in his free black pocket, placed a kiss on his cheek and made your way up stairs. 

His favorite pair. Your white lace thong. He had gifted many things throughout the relationship - this however was part of his favorite set he had bought you. 

You were his desire. The things he did to you would make you burn into flames if you walked into a church. The things on porn websites that makes a person question what the fuck. He was beyond fucked. Somewhere in the midst of your secret relationship he had fallen hard for the woman that was twenty years and then a few younger than him. 

“Fuck. Good girl.” He walked into the white french themed room, where he was met with his far from innocent dream. Naked, on your knees waiting for him. 

“Only for you.” You crawled closer to the edge of the bed, where he now stood. His hand cupped your cheek, as he leaned down and kissed his second favorite lips. 

He loved you for many reasons. You were a strong, independent, hard working young woman. Who was paying her way through law school when he first met you. His pants instantly tightening. Ambition was one of his favorite traits in a woman. His favorite thing? You were dripping with innocence. He was the first man to touch you and fuck did he love that. He corrupted you.

“May I?” 

“Always.”

Your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, “I want you to tie me up with your bow tie.” Doe eyed and honey lacing your voice. His lips danced over yours before connecting them into an all consuming, earth shattering, life sucking kiss. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me — fuck.” Your arms tangling with lapels, begging, scratching, needing him to take it off. “Your wish is my command, only for this.” His lips wet, pink and starving for you before ripping everything off his body. The only thing left —

His bowtie.

His cold rings brushing your warm hands and tying them off. Not to be touched until every single desire was fulfilled, until your desire’s were filled. His priority — you.

“How’s that feel?” His lips connect with yours. Something he never wanted to be without. The question always haunting him how did he ever live without you for this long? 

“Perfect.” Doe eyed, golden encrusted, innocent for him. His cock couldnt get any harder than it was. 

His lips trailing down your body marking his favorite canvas. His favorite art. Stopping when his lips met your nipples. Taking his time to show you the attention they deserve, marking them — you. The filthy things leaving your lips only fueled his desire for you. So desperately wanting to swallow everything you were saying. Fueled him to keep going, never stopping unless he was told. 

You were his. 

His lips stained your soft skin as he trailed them up your thighs before connecting it to your dripping pussy and devouring you like it was his last meal. He craved you - then, now and tomorrow. His mouth grazing your clit, your back arching, begging him for more. Two fingers plunging in and out slow, deep, and lustful. His tongue tracing his name, grazing his teeth against your clit. 

“Fuck - i’m gonna cum soon. Do that thing please.” His lips never left your clit, every time something sinful left your lips would only encourage his behavior and in return the vibrations he left on your clit would make your head spin and bring you closer and closer until it felt as if you couldn’t see, breathe and even think straight. He desperately wanted to edge you, over stimulate your whole existence but he was too desperate to go watch you fall apart beneath him. So, he took his tongue and traced his last name on your clit. It was always Cameron. It made him hard knowing you got off when he would spell his name. You knew what he was spelling and every time he did it it made you orgasm mind blowing.

He was obsessed. Possessive. Territorial. Whatever you want to call it. He was.

“Not yet.” His pace quickened, his wrist desperate for release but he was desperate for yours. 

“Daddy please.” The sinful word was his melody. He felt as if he could cum at the sight of you. Who was he kidding it had happened before and he’d happily let it happen again. 

“Cum now.” Your back arched as if it was possessed — in a sense it was by Rafe Cameron, the vulgar sounds leaving your lips, your fingernails digging into your palm needing a relief somewhere, somehow. 

He was quick to move on top of you, meeting your mouth for a frendzy kiss. A much needed kiss. The faint taste of scotch, mint, a smidge of cigarette and all of you was transferred from his lips to yours. His hips grinded into yours, his cock brushing your clit each time earning a whimper. 

“Please. I need you.” Your hips bucked up, leg wrapped around his waist asking for permission. Always. “Daddy.”

“How badly?” His lips met your neck marking no claiming you. He was possessive. Possessive over what was his. Like you were his property, in a twisted sense you were. The jewelry, clothes, trips — all of it was of branding. You were branded by him. “Beg. Me. Now.”

“Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I’m only ever this way for you. Claim me. Destroy me. I’m yours. You own me. All of me. Always daddy.”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and all of his painfully red, leaking cock was pressed into you before you could mutter out anymore. He knew you better than himself. He knew what made your body shy — what drove it insane, his favorite he knew what to do to make it tremble and fall apart by his hands and cock. 

Your leg wrapped around him, which earned him hitting a deeper angle. Your back arched each time he pressed into you, each stroke different — some deeper and faster or slower and sensual. He wanted you to feel him in your stomach, organs wherever and everywhere. He was fucking hanging by a thread. He was on the cusp of a mind blowing orgasm but he needed you cum first. Always. Where he really wanted you to feel him was your heart but he feared you would never. 

Each thrust — long or short was meaningful. He didn’t know how else to show or tell you. This is all he knew. Show not tell. He was crazy 

“Look down gorgeous. Look at how I make you feel. How you fall apart because of me. I do this. No one else. No one will ever touch you the way I do. Ok?” His breath fanned your face as he hovered over you, never wanting to be without you. “You’re mine.”

“All yours.” You moaned out. Hands trying and failing to break free of its prison. His bowtie restricting you from marking his back, digging no branding his back with your nails. 

“I have these thoughts. These all consuming thoughts—“ His stroke deeper, brushing your g spot and his hand wrapping its self around your throat, “Thoughts of you, in white all the time. This world is nothing with you and me together. Thoughts of you naked. Thoughts of you next to me like the good girl you are because you’d do anything for me-“ His hands pressing firmer then before, “because you would do anything for me.”

“Good girl only, always for you. I don’t need anyone else — fuck i’m almost there.” Your legs wrapped around him, heels pressed into his back. “Wanna be yours forever. Cum in me. Please.”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, pace sloppy and far from forgiving, “You will marry me. And have my children. Fuck swollen belly, tits — fuck, your pussy and clit always swollen. I’d fuck you day in and day out.” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Cum for me Gorgeous.”

 Your cum covered his cock with that. The gates of heaven opened for him. That's all it took for his cum to coat the insides of your walls. You dripped of innocence, he would always be there to claim it. 

His hands found their way to untie you and placed you on his chest. His hands ran through your hair as you two found solace in this crazy unconventional relationship. A relationship that he wouldn’t trade for the world. All because of a website called OnlyFans.

His. Now and Forever.

#rafe cameron #obx #outer banks #outerbanks #rafe #rafe cameron smut #rafe x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #obx3 #obx rafe #netflix #smut #dirty little secret #obx smut #outer banks smut #obx imagine #obx fanfic #rafe fanfiction #jewelry kink

[plasmasimagination]

One last kiss

A/n i wrote this as A goodbye, I've been a scaramouche simp and fan for a lot of time but all things come to an end I guess this too. Ive moved on on other games and other character *cough* danganronpa *cough*

Anyways good bye my scaramouche

-Angst (it's my first time writting Angst so don't eat me)

...

...when you told him that you need to talk, he didnt know what was gonna happend. He was just assuming you were gonna tell him something about work but what hit him instead was so much worse.

You were standing there, your eyes were empty, no emotions. He never saw you in this state it made his stomach turn around.

You opened your mouth to finally say something, but nothing came out. Your eyes filled with despair, you felt tears forming I nthe edges of your eyes, what is this feeling... Could It be saddens? Was it pity? Maybe something else, you didn't know and maybe you just didn't want to know... The silence in the room made it awkward, he was trying to catch your eyes, he was seeking for an answer. Finally, he decided to break the silence, "just spit it out idio-" he there was interrupted by you, you snapped, you couldn't do this anymore "I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE" you yelled out your voice cracking midway thru the sentence. He was frozen, he didnt understand what you were saying, or he did but just didn't want it to be true. You sighed, there is no going back you said what you said, now you gotta finish. "I can't do this life anymore, you've been nothing but mean and cold towards me, I do not want to continue walking on eggshells just to see if you are in a bad mood and if you're gonna yell at me" you stopped for a split second, your eyes were teary "I dont wanna feel unloved in my own relationship, this doesn't make sense I know your just using me for the entertainment or just for information" his eyes widened at what you just said, but he didn't bare a word, just silence. "I loved you really but my feelings changed, I don't hate you, I never will but I won't be able to love you the way I did ever again". You finished crying, you wiped your tears and started walking towards the door. He was to stun to speak or at that metter do anything. Your words were engraved in his head, everything was turning and spinning he felt sick, he knew he was the problem you had the right to be mad at him. But he thought he could trust you, he put all his fate into you. He accepted your decision, but he will make sure to lock his heart away forever, no one will ever do this to him, no one will ever get close to him like you did. You will be his first and last lover. He Brough his hand up to his face, watery tears running down his hand. He hasn't cried in centuries, he found himself weak and he was furious with himself. This won't repeat, ever again.

#genshin fluff #genshin icons #genshin impact kaeya #genshin angst #scaramouche angst #scaramouche headcanons #reader x scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche comfort #genshin impact imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin childe #genshin smau #scaramouche fanfic #scaranation #genshin scara #scarlet scarab #genshin scenarios #genshin wanderer #genshin anemo #scarabedo #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi

[not-alien-girl-v]

hii luv ur work!! can u pleqse write a george daniel fic where he gets jealous

warning: language, jealousy,

note: famous!reader and boyfriendcore george in this one for the sake of making fucking sense. also this is so brain rot read at your own risk. if u get to a point where ur thinking ‘wtf r u talking about’ just know i was thinking that too while writing it

"so what's your setlist looking like for this tour?" he asks. he's leaning against the wall, all five feet and eight inches of him, and his dark brown hair is pulled up out of his face in a loose ponytail, very hipster with his wire-framed glasses and oxford shoes. he's flirting up a storm, she know this, she doesn't quite enjoy it, but she accepts it, as the man is approaching her as a fan, and she must maintain her 'humble to fans' persona she has as a famous person.

"it's a lot of new stuff, some from the new album, a few classics from a while back, and some covers we've been working on too, it's really great, though, i guarantee you'll love it."

"oh you guarantee?"

"absolutely, i do. this tour so far has been our best one yet!" she giggles.

"if you say so. oh hey, by the way can i get a pic with you?"

"yeah, of course," and he moves forward to wrap his arm around her shoulder, and his phone has already been taken out from his back pocket, he's about to snap the pic when his head turns, lips touching the side of her cheek, taking her by surprise.

once the round white button has been clicked, he traps her in a hug, squeezing tightly before pulling away, holding her at arms length, "thanks so much for the picture, and the chat, you're really cool, maybe we could-" he trails off.

from behind her now, "hey babe, we gotta head out." george's voice is deep, low, at the bottom of his range as it always is, and one wouldn't suspect an edge to him tonight just through his tone, but the manner in which he moves, the rough exhale through his nose once his words release from his mouth, and the tight grip his calloused fingers take on her bicep all add up to his grouchy face.

"oh, bye! it was lovely meeting you!" she calls out, lightly being dragged back to the tour bus, struggling to keep up with his long strides, taking roughly two steps for his every one. oh to have long legs.

he doesn't open the door for her, he opens for himself, at least not slamming it in her face while she trails hesitantly behind him, wondering what's got his panties in such a twist tonight, and she refrains from asking once she hears a huff from him and the rough shutting of a bunk curtain, a sign he's not in the mood to talk, and he'd rather just lay down and pout for a bit.

that's fine. he often does this, acts immature when something's bothering him rather than communicating his feelings in a productive fashion. it's something they were working on. you can't have everything be perfect in a relationship, after all.

the couch dips and slightly squeaks under her weight, settling into the corner of it, arm resting on the arm rest. there's no tv, no nearby books to read, and she left her phone in the bunk her boyfriend was occupying, so she was left alone with her thoughts, a fate worse than death. it doesn't take long for a conclusion to be made and an action plan.

up on her feet again, she's bounding towards the bunk and she rips the curtain open, him doubtfully rolling over to face her standing next to him, and he blinks once, "what?"

"hey baby, can i lay with you?" he almost rolls his eyes, almost, but ultimately doesn't want to end up single by the end of the night, so he wordlessly scoots over to make space for the second body.

she decides to open the floor for love, choosing to curl up into his chest before exchanging words, and he gratefully lets her. it's so like him, even in a fight, to graciously accept whatever form of affection she's willing to bestow upon him.

some silences follows, but it all ends when she rests her chin on his chest, propping her head up to look right at him. "can you tell me what's bothering you?"

he glances down at her, feeling as though it would be easier to stare up into the darkness than into her endless eyes while spewing his feelings.

"he was all over you."

there it is. he's jealous. he won't admit it, but he's jealous.

"it's not like your fans aren't all over you, too. i don't give you shit for that."

“that’s what worries me. it feels a little like you don’t care,” he’s met with silence and for a fleeting moment, he regrets wearing his heart on his sleeve as he so rarely does. “i’m sorry i just get scared sometimes it seems like us being together is an afterthought for you, just a perk of the fame lifestyle, but to me, you’re my entire life. i know sometimes i can be a bit hypocritical in that often fans get up close and touchy with me but it feels nice to have you be jealous of me, like i am. i feel… wanted, i feel cared for.”

“of course i care. you know this. you know i just don’t choose to let these things bother me, and it’s fine that you can be jealous awsometimes, but i am so confident in the fact that you’re it for me, for life, that i don’t worry about losing you because i know that neither of us could ever picture a life without each other. now that you’re mine, you’re mine forever, and i’m not scared of letting you go because you’d come back to me, in any lifetime, you’d always choose me in the end. that’s a beautiful thing. i want you to remember that more often.”

he doesn’t move. he doesn’t speak. she wonders if he’s stopped breathing, heart ceasing to beat. “please?” her voice barely breaks through her throat, an inch above a whisper from her lips.

“i will. i promise to try, at least.”

“cool. can i big spoon you now?” he cracks into a laugh, a cackle, almost, and she wants to clown on him for sounding like an old witch but she figures now’s not the time for that.

“did u give me that entire speech just to coax me into saying yes?”

she smiles, a sweet smile that could only be translated into the word ‘yes’, but she doesn’t need words to speak that to him, sometimes it seems as though they have their own language together, consisting of shy smiles and sweet kisses that mean whatever they need them to. she meets her lips to his.

he snickers a little but turns around and lets her spoon him, simply accepting it as if he doesn’t cherish every small touch she leaves on him.

she drops a kiss on his shoulder blade and rests her forehead on him, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through her, like a personal space heater, and it’s a calming sensation, to know that george is near, right now and for the rest of their young lives.

what a good place to end this chapter, right? wrong.

he whispers, “i wish i could get to know you.”

“… you do know me.”

he sighs like she should be able to read his mind at this point (she never does). “i wish there was some deeper level of connection available for humans to utilize. i want to know you. i want to breathe in every thought in your head and exhale it into existence, see it all spalyed out in front of me. i want to pick you apart, look at you for hours, for as long as i can, i want to be consumed by you. i need to know it all, everything.”

how is she supposed to function when he says shit like this on the daily. george, and his handsomeness, and his niceness and his hotness and his sappy words that make her melt. it’s not fair, truly.

“yeah, right back at ya, man.”

this time, his loud howling laugh is not any bit considerate of those surrounding, he’s unapologetic and expands into the silence, huffing and puffing and rolling out the bed like he can’t contain the precious feeling she plants in him.

“oh god, i’m taking a lap for that one sweetheart, i’ll be back in 10.”

gentle hands shut the curtain that provides his frazzled girlfriend with privacy in the bunk, the sound of his footsteps retreating being the only audio, until they change pace, change direction, the curtain rips open.

leaning in, with a deliberate pause just as he would reach her lips with his own, a signature move he’s developed over the many years of kissing women. but when he finishes his little trick, he’s soft, he’s so full of love that she can practically taste it on his pink lips, something like mint toothpaste and watermelon chapstick but it’s so originally him that she can hardly breathe at the thought of it.

she hopes she can live the rest of her life without air in her lungs, if that’s what it would cost to love so deeply as she does.

#george daniel fanfic #george daniel #george daniel fanfiction #george daniel x reader #the 1975 fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #2014 aesthetic #tumblr grunge #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #the 1975 smut #george daniel fic #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald smut #ross macondald fanfic

[lollo-sw-br]

Bello: It's the Unnecessary hate on the Fandom Wiki

In this vent post I'm not only going to be honest with the show's producers, but the hate attacks on the Fandom Wiki website.

Hate in Fandom? Yes, Bello is suffering a hate attack on his description by users who left his page a real minefield of so many pejorative words.

look at this nonsense guys, I don't see any point in that honestly.

As you could see, the entire post that was ridiculously modified by a user who in my opinion is a big idiot, because if you don't like that character, you don't need to ridicule him in such a cruel way. Using words like "Awful, annoying and stupid" and we know that Bello is none of the above.

Bello, as well as Flip (my last vent post) deserved more attention, as his development in the series was short and somewhat poorly constructed.

Bello should be more leveraged and with more skills, It would be cool with a Super Pet (Bello Pet or Mini Bello), However, the super charge would not be an option for him due to his peculiar lifestyle, but would be a good move, because Bello loves living close to animals and he, besides In Mira, Bucky and Tino (Would love an episode with the four of them together).

However, the two companies do not think like the characters they created, they do it only for a certain season and then discard it, this is very wrong, because in this period of action of these characters, they were gaining fans in all countries where the series is shown, which they do not stop to reason, they do what they want without thinking about the fans, making everyone very upset and even stop watching the series, as I did years agoat, when the appearances of Grand Albert decreased during the series from S3 and I only watched it again in October last year, already at the height of the S6.

Now reason with me: Why do they still discard characters, when this only decreases their number of viewers?

This really is absurd, in addition to discarding a Super Wing with a lot of potential, making hate attacks with what's left of it. A disgrace in my opinion.

There are images that claim a possible return of Bello in Super Wings The Movie, which left me with a tiny bit of hope, but I learned that the plot of the film is horrible and not worth it.

Let's see when the movie comes out so I can give my opinion more clearly, I hope I'm not disappointed with the fate of Bello and the other Super Wings that were discarded in the movie. We'll see if the plot will be reasonable at least. Bye Bye

#super wings #season 1 #season 2 #bello #vent post #sw the movie

[ultraericthered]

KH Canon OCs - How I See Them

Any followers of mine I have on this hellsite are likely aware that I am and remain a Kingdom Hearts fan who personally considers only the core narratives of Birth By Sleep, Kingdom Hearts (1), Chain of Memories, and Kingdom Hearts II (plus some Appendix content from the UX fairy tale, BBS 0.2 and 358/2 Days), all chronologically, to be the canonical narrative of the true and pure Kingdom Hearts, the epic Disney saga before it was all remade in the image of director Tetsuya Nomura’s demented shonen mangaka brain. Or to put it differently, only the first decade of the franchise (the 2002 release of KH1 up to right before the 2012 release of KH3D) matters to me on any deep level (though the second decade up to Sora joining Smash in 2021 has some shining gems of merit to take from even while the rest of it is all hot flaming garbage that’s being doubled down on and continuing going forward and I want absolutely no part of it, bye.)

As such, the KH original characters I would consider canonical to any worthwhile work of Kingdom Hearts are all those introduced in that first decade, with one exception I’ll bring up at the very end. And these characters, like many franchise characters, have been written and portrayed in differing ways between different entries, whether they be games, manga, novels, web original/fanon material, or even just the basic rough draft concepts. So...where does that leave me and how I view these characters? I thought it’d be fun to not only answer that, but to compare with actual officially liscenced depictions of the characters and see which ones best match what I consider the ideal for the “baseline”/”template” these characters ought to follow.

Sora

Sora is a free-spirited, mostly easygoing and cheerful young boy from Destiny Islands who finds himself the chosen wielder of the Keyblade one fateful night when the Heartless invade his home. He’s best friends with Riku and Kairi, and also with Donald and Goofy, his travel companions across the worlds. Generally positive, upbeat, bold to the point of cockiness, and with a steadfast belief in the heart and in his friends that are his power, Sora can also be very deeply contemplative, surprisingly considerate, and prone to becoming moody and melancholic whenever something really gets him down. Despite this his agility, abilities, and willpower are exceedingly strong.

The Sora who best matches this characterization would be...

Somewhere right between both games in the Kingdom Hearts II Final Mix+ package - Re: Chain of Memories and KHII. As great as KH1 Sora is, his character arc, growth and maturity through the course of that game’s story sort of ends at a narrative wall, as it was clearly developed like a standalone with the continuation of the storyline afterwards being uncertain. So Sora’s whole ordeal in Castle Oblivion was designed to break him down and the following story of KHII was likewise designed to build him back up again ‘til he reached Peak Sora, slicing through skyscrapers with his Key and everything. In between these portrayals, if we took the best of Sora from Re:CoM and added it to the best of Sora from KHII, we’d have my Sora.

Kairi

Kairi is the seventh Princess of Heart, a pure-hearted girl who comes from the world of the Radiant Garden Hollow Bastion but now lives on Destiny Islands due to being sent there by Xehanort when she was very young and small. Though appearing scrawny and fragile, Kairi is a spunky, cheeky, outgoing and good-natured tomboy with an endless supply of willpower and inner strength in addition to her athleticism. Unlike her best friend Sora, though, Kairi isn’t exactly carefree and is prone to anxiety and fear of change beyond her control due to her traumatic childhood experiences, and is also very impatient and fidgety, but tries to conceal all this beneath a sunny disposition. But put her in a situation of action and danger, and she will go fucking feral. Over the course of the saga, Kairi matures and grows braver, stronger, more proactive, more aware of all that’s around her, and more accepting of great changes, even temporary separation from her friends. Oh, and she and Sora might be in love.

The Kairi who best matches this characterization would be...

Yeah, you all saw this coming. Shiro Amano’s Kairi from his manga. Admittedly, his KH1 Kairi was not very good in the KH1 manga - the scripting for Kairi’s character in KH1 the game remains superior. Everything else, though, he nails for Kairi. We see more of her 14 year old self in flashbacks, we get her KHII character expanded upon so that her personality and dvelopment arc is better fleshed out and she gets more badass achievements to her name, and even the currently running KHIII manga improved her content. She’s perfect.

Riku

Riku is Sora and Kairi’s best friend from Destiny Islands and was to be the Keyblade’s chosen wielder. Cool, cocky, competitive, a bit aloof and tough on others, and prone to snark and joking around, Riku was also very inquisitive and yearned to explore bigger and better places outside his small backwater home, which paralleled his desire to be mature and regarded like a strong and capable adult. These qualities made him susceptible to giving into the darkness in his heart and calling the Heartless to invade his world, which lost him his claim on the Keyblade. His stint with Disney villains and turn to exploiting the powers of darkness for his purposes set his future course, as even when he realizes his errors and repents, he’s stuck with dark powers and a natural pull towards the Dark Realm. From here, Riku becomes first and foremost the “Good Disney Bad Guy” who uses what he gained from villainy towards the cause of good, to help others rather than himself, and to ultimately turn his Darkness into Light. This is symbolized in how he hangs around with Mickey Mouse, the epitome of a Good Guy. Ultimately Riku matures for real and becomes a watchful guardian with his own “twilight” power.

The Riku who best matches this characterization would be...

Like Sora, the ideal depiction of Riku lies somewhere between two games - his KH1 character and the parts of his story mode in CoM that worked and pushed him towards a unique and special path of redemption and heroism that wouldn’t require he wholly sacrifice his Disney Villain-ish aesthetic and edge that he makes work so well. He should never have become the Vegeta of KH, not when he could’ve been the Piccolo of KH, a role his character fits far more naturally.

Xehanort/Ansem, Seeker of Darkness

Xehanort (yeah I know *officially* he’s “Terra-Xehanort”, but that’s not spoken aloud in canon, so he’ll always be “Xehanort” to me) was an amnesiac young man heavily implied to have been a Keyblade wielder who was taken in by Ansem the Wise and made his chief apprentice. Growing envious, arrogant, and apathetic to ethics and emotion, spurred by feelings of inadequacy and his desire to know all that there is to know, Xehanort betrayed his master, banishing him to oblivion and stealing his research, his other followers, and even his name. Allowing the Heartless to overrun his world and sending Kairi adrift in his search for the Keyblade Master, Xehanort became a Heartless himself and masterminded a widespread invasion of the worlds for the purpose of cultivating the Heart Of All Worlds so that he may claim the power of Kingdom Hearts and blanket the universe in everlasting Darkness, which his research had concluded was the true essence of the heart and the stabilizing force of everything. 

The Xehanort/Ansem who best matches this characterization is...

There was never any realistic chance than any other depiction of this character was going to top Billy Zanenort in the original KH game + its Final Mix. Everything about him there was so perfectly realized.

Xemnas

Xemnas is the Nobody of Xehanort who was born after Xehanort became a Heartless, who formed Organization XIII and leads it as its Superior. Devoid of feelings and with a vast emptiness where his sense of self once was due to lacking a heart, and now recognizing how pitiful his old self truly was, Xemnas refuses to sink back into Darkness and be rendered nothing of significance, so he desires to enhance and assert his own non-existence by not only gaining a heart of his own through his own Kingdom Hearts, but by claiming its power for himself, tainting the hearts of all life in the universe with his Nothingness so that everything is reduced to nothing and all hearts be enslaved in the thrall of his own, as the deified ruler of the worlds. Completely cold, calculating, philosophical, utterly ruthless, devoid of pity or mercy and with a grandiose sense of self-importance, Xemnas schemed to make the power of the Keyblade serve his own uses.

The Xemnas who best matches this characterization is...

Much like his Heartless counterpart, Xemnas was never better than he was in his debut game, but particularly KHII:FM, which added so much to his on-screen appearances and role as the overarching villain at the head of the Organization, fully selling how complex, tragic, and frightening a character he is. He was great in the other special edition games (KH1:FM and Re:CoM), but those were simply teases at him. Character-wise, KHII:FM remains his definitive outing.

Namine

The special Nobody of Kairi, born when Kairi’s heart departed the body of someone who was not her (Sora). Due to being a product of the connection between Sora and Kairi’s hearts, Namine posesses mystical powers and abilities to look into the hearts of others and tamper with the chains of their memories, which can create certain effects on their minds. At first Namine was a captive of Organization XIII and exploited in Marluxia’s conspiracy at Castle Oblivion, which she let happen due to her loneliness, fear of being left alone and abandoned, and desire to matter in the hearts of Sora and his pals. Initially timid and withdrawn, Namine grew to be more assertive and proactive thanks to her experience with Sora, which allows her to act with more confidence and let her more rebellious and mischievous sides show more openly. She forms a special bond with Roxas, Sora’s Nobody, and eventually with her own other half, Kairi, who she re-assimilates into so that now she has a home inside her heart.

The Namine who best matches this characterization is...

Yes, technically Namine had her strongest showing in terms of character development and story relevance in CoM/Re:CoM, but as a personality with longer lasting value to the series, KHII, the initial game, the FM edition, and also Shiro Amano’s manga adaptation, had Namine at her most appealing by far. She’s sweet, intelligent, helpful, lively, and as strange and awkward as you’d expect someone of her conditions to be, but I think it’s really all brought together in just that sly grin and pose she does in both that game image above and in her official character model art, and how she now fully embraces herself as a “witch” despite that having been just what others called her to start with. The girl’s a naughty little troll and she knows it.

Marluxia

Number 11 in Organization XIII. Marluxia was made lord of Castle Oblivion and from within it concocted a very diabolical and ellaborate scheme to brainwash Sora and bend him to his will so that he could turn the Keyblade against Xemnas, which would allow Marluxia and his co-conspirators to take over the Organization. While seeming elegant and refined, Marluxia is very authoritarian, cruel and without scruples when looking to claim the power he craves. In combat, Marluxia’s a graceful assassin who fights with a sickle and flowers.

The Marluxia who best matches this characterization is...

For reals, Marluxia’s never been gotten quite perfect in anything to feature him, but he was indisputedly at his best in the Kingdom Hearts II: Final Mix+ package, containing Re:CoM and KHII:FM. Re:CoM made his character a lot cooler and more intimidating than he was in the original GBA game (his confrontation with Axel and the fights with him alone prove as much), and his fight in KHII just really runs with the whole “reaper” aesthetic, making you truly fear him.

Axel

Number 8 within Organization XIII. Axel is quite the complicated character, being primarily an assassin with a mercenary sense of values and who does the work of others within the Organization only when he can be sure that it’ll benefit himself to do so. Despite acting like a snide, aggressive and largely blase punk, Axel is not only charming but very perceptive and good at reading a room, making deeply thought cost-benefit analyses of any situation and having a knack for manipulation of both people and events so that things go his preferred way. Selfish and scheming as he is, Axel also harbors deep vulnerability that only his oldest friend and senior member Saix has seen, and when he comes to value something or someone, he is unwilling to let go no matter what he has to do to keep them around. In combat, Axel is very flexible, and fights with chakrams and fire.

The Axel who best matches this characterization is...

It’s Shiro Amano for the win once again! The one constant for Axel is that his debut showing in CoM, whether on GBA, the PS2 specially remade edition, the novels, or even the manga (he’s literally the sole positive in that entire manga adaptation!), goes great for him. It’s everything that follows that I had to consider when weighing them against each other. Then it became no contest - not only is Axel’s portrayal in the 358/2 Days manga stronger, better written and better handled than the game version, but in the KHII manga I am actually very glad he survived past the prologue and can see the value in his role the whole way through. I have never been able to say that regarding KHII the game and especially the novels, but the manga actually got it right. So Amano’s Axel is the best, got it memorized?

Larxene

Number 12 within Organization XIII. Larxene moreso than other Nobodies is particularly agitated by the emptiness within her, so she seeks to fill the void by amusing herself and has found no better way to do so than to cruelly bring others down and toy with them even to a breaking point without any mercy or misgivings. A prideful sadist who cares little for others, Larxene became Marluxia’s co-conspirator in the Castle Oblivion plot to brainwash/recruit Sora so that they may overthrow Xemnas and take over the Organization, and she got an affinity for teasing both her colleagues and Namine. While normally easygoing, playful and snarky, in combat Larxene shows why she’s called a “savage nymph”, fighting with kunai knives and electricity.

The Larxene who best matches this characterization is...

In both versions of CoM, Larxene is a standout. Re:CoM removed a handful of her dialogue for some reason, but otherwise got to portray her personality in even greater detail, with her sauntering movement, skeevy flirtiness, and irritated gestures adding a lot to how enjoyable she is, her facial animation and voice acting emphasizing her malicious sadism, and even her death feeling sadder than just an abrupt tantrum fadeout. What both versions share in common is how uncompromisingly brutal she is to fight. “Savage Nymph” indeed!

Vexen

Number 4 within Organization XIII. As his human self Even was, Vexen is a very dedicated scientist, looking at everything as an opportunity for research and turning any exploitable situation into an experiment to conduct. Feeling like science lends itself not to heartfelt emotion or compassion, he is ice cold and even cruel in how he pursues his agenda. Vexen is also incredibly pompous and elitist, believing in the seniority that numbers within the Organization give and looking his nose down at those of “limited signifigance”. His claim to fame is the creation of Replicas, beings that duplicate the bodies of others but, much like Nobodies, are incomplete due to having fabricated hearts and minds. In combat, Vexen is meticulous, and fights with a shield and ice powers to match his personality.

The Vexen who best matches this characterization is...

As great as Vexen always was in CoM, Re:CoM made him just a teensy bit even better. Part of it is due to the voice acting, which is spot on in both languages. Part of it is due to him coming off as less of a dirty coward than before, thus easier to feel for. And finally, a big part of it is how he dies, a death far more grisly than in the original!

Lexaeus

Number 5 within Organization XIII. The Nobody of Alaeus, one of Ansem’s royal guards and scientific assistants, Lexaeus is the brute force within the Organization who doubles as one of the deepest thinkers of the bunch. Well composed, taciturn, and with a sense of honor, Lexaeus channels his mind through his muscle and is a force to be reckoned with as a result. In Castle Oblivion, he worked in the basement level along with Zexion and Vexen. In combat Lexaeus fights with a tomahawk and earth powers, and can also raise his chi so that he becomes a nigh-unstoppable rampaging monstrosity!

The Lexaeus who best matches this characterization is...

In CoM/Re:CoM he was a bland, forgettable, ultimately throwaway character who is laughably easy to beat despite his professed strength, and in KHII:FM, he’s is much less a character than he is a boss fight (though at least a really strong and difficult opponent now!). 358/2 Days got him down just right, with him being calm, gracious, and intelligent while also being brutal (poor Roxas!) and one of the strongest characters to play as. The only thing missing is his fondness for mind games and puzzles, I think Shiro Amano actually did that really well and it added to his character, but oh well.

Zexion/Ienzo

Number 6 within Organization XIII. The Nobody of Ienzo, youngest of Ansem’s apprentices, Zexion is an analyst and a tactician by nature, always observing, always thinking, and always deciding to act on what he believes to be the best recourse for disadvantaging his foes. Very deadpan, smug and assertive with others, Zexion owes the Organization a great deal and wishes to succeed Xemnas as its leader one day. But as he’s still young and impetuous, he’s not the successful schemer he’d like to be and cracks under pressure. In Castle Oblivion, he worked in the basement level along with Vexen and Lexaeus. In combat Zexion’s not the best physical fighter, so he prefers to cast illusions and mental tricks using a magic spellbook.

The Zexion who best matches this characterization is...

Re:CoM is the best Zexion is going to get in terms of character and combat, and I quite like Ienzo whenever he appears in later games. He’s the only counterpart to an Organization member other than Xehanort and Braig who feels like he warrants the expansion.

Riku Replica (Repliku)

A replica of Riku created by Vexen in Castle Oblivion, designed to reflect Riku’s full dark potential. Was brainwashed by Namine into being obsessed with protecting her and fighting off Sora, but he eventually regained knowledge of what he really was and it got him grappling with his sense of identity all the way to his tragic demise.

The Repliku who best matches that characterization is...

I mean, he’s pretty much the same in Re:CoM as he is in CoM, but with two added benefits: voice acting to actually sell his comically inflated intensity, and not being so ridiculously too difficult to fight.

Ansem the Wise/DiZ

The ruler of the Radiant Garden with an affinity for science and the aquisition of knowledge and wisdom. In trying to better understand the heart, Ansem ended up drawing beings born of the heart’s darkness to his world, and his efforts to keep them at bay were thwarted when his apprentice Xehanort betrayed him and banished him to the Realm of Nothingness. Consumed by dark thoughts, negative emotions and a desire for vengeance, Ansem went by the identity of “DiZ” (Darkness in Zero) as he sought a way to strike back at the Heartless and the Nobodies, the latter whom he particularly despised due to their very non-being serving as a reminder of his failures and the traumatic tragedy he’d been made to endure. While proud, callous, disdainful and patronizing to others, sometimes even downright cruel, Ansem has a wry sense of humor, enjoys peculiar interests such as computer games and ice cream, and can be civil when need be. He recognizes deep in his heart what’s right and wrong, but stubbornly refuses to heed his heart in favor of his mind. Suffice to say, this man’s story doesn’t have a very happy ending.

The Ansem/DiZ who best fits this characterization is...

When you get down to it, Ansem is really not that terribly interesting or invaluable a character in anything other than KHII. It’s the story with the role he was literally made to play, and in it we don’t only get his Ansem Reports and legendarily great voice acting by the late Sir Christopher Lee, but Final Mix even adds the one scene from 358/2 Days featuring him that was best fit to be shown in this story.

Roxas

Roxas is the Nobody of Sora, born when Sora’s heart left his body and he became a Heartless. Made the 13th member of Organization XIII, the solemn, moody and ill-tempered Roxas grew dissatisfied and at odds with himself, beginning to question his purpose and his very identity, which led to him leaving the Organization. He was then captured and mind-wiped by DiZ, who placed him in a simulation of Twilight Town where Roxas developed another identity, a bright, kind, considerate, humble and skeptical “boy scout” type who hung out with Hayner, Pence, and Olette. During this time his memories were scanned and extracted by Namine, and one identity crisis and fight to the death with his former friend Axel later, Roxas was made to re-assimilate back into Sora’s heart, where over the course of Sora’s next journey Roxas made peace with himself and his new home.

The Roxas who best fits this characterization is...

For a third time, Shiro Amano pulls through on not just doing justice to but actually perfecting a character from the games. While his Organization XIII persona in 358/2 Days still isn’t quite what I’d imagined, Amano’s writing for Roxas makes him so engaging the whole time that I barely care, and in the KHII manga he steals the show from Sora in a way Roxas in the game never could. I really like him - he’s way better than the black-coated turd of the later entries.

Hayner, Pence, and Olette

Three friends who live in Twilight Town and who were Roxas’ best friends in the simulation. Hayner is brash and energetic with a take charge attitude. Pence is chipper, laid back and good humored, and has an interest in stuff like machinery and truth-seeking. And Olette is sociable, willful, a bit bossy and snarky, and a shopaholic.

The Hayner, Pence, and Olette who best fit this characterization is...

Yeah, they’re pretty much the same in every single work they appear in, making it impossible to choose (though in Olette’s case I have to give her manga incarnation as shout out for the spiked baseball bat!)

Xaldin

Number 3 within Organization XIII. The Nobody of Dilan, one of Ansem’s guards and scholars, Xaldin is a naturally gifted warrior in the fields of both strength and strategic thinking. Viewing himself and his fellow Nobodies as abominations devoid of feelings, Xaldin views the Beast of Beast’s Castle with contempt and jealousy over him being a literal monster who possesses a heart, feelings, and humanity to reclaim, so Xaldin makes it his priorty to gradually take the Beast’s life apart and utterly break him in both body and spirit so that he may become a Heartless and create a Nobody that Xaldin may then enslave. Moreso than his colleagues, Xaldin is spiteful, malicious, verbally abusive to others, and devoid of any civility or decency, as it’s “not in his nature to hold back.” In combat, Xaldin is relentless, wielding six deadly lances and the power of wind.

The Xaldin who best fits this characterization is...

You really can’t do Xaldin any better than KHII:FM.

Demyx

Number 9 within Organization XIII. Demyx is a lazy, undisciplined, largely apathetic wastrel and a coward who prefers not to fight or apply himself to any tough situations. He likes lounging around, playing music, gaming with his colleagues, and generally taking advantage of others. Though he seems scatter-brained, silly, and even quite friendly at times, Demyx’s empty self makes him insecure about his place in the World, and when that button is pushed, he will throw caution and the pretense of feeling anything to the wind as he becomes a ferocious assailant, fighting with water and his sitar.

The Demyx who best fits this characterization is...

Again, KHII:FM got Demyx down the best. While 358/2 Days and even its manga adaptation fleshed him out a bit more, it lacks the spectacle of his boss fight that has made Demyx such a legend.

Luxord

Number 10 within Organization XIII. Luxord is a gentleman first, a gambler second, and an Organization agent last, so he’s not always the most effective when on a mission. However, he is also shrewd of mind, nefarious in means, and utterly fearless in face of a challenge. He generally gets along with his colleagues, respects a worthy opponent, relishes a good game, and prides himself on being keen and seeing through to the end anything he takes on, and he gets rather frustrated when things fail to match up with his perceptions and risk/reward analysis. In combat, Luxord fights with cards and dice, the gambler’s arsenal, and utilizes the power of time itself.

The Luxord who best fits this characterization is...

Fourth hit for Shiro Amano. While Luxord as an Organization operative in the Caribbean is enjoyable in KHII and even KHIII, Luxord as a character was better realized in the manga, which made him so much fun and notably goofier, meaning he has a much better chance to avoid the utterly asinine bullshit Nomura is now set on.

Saix

Number 7 within Organization XIII. Saix is a Nobody who both fully embraces being a Nobody and curses his fate as a Nobody, yearning for a heart of his own. He is so cold, so efficient, so faithful to the cause, and so uncompromising in his cruelty that he got himself the role of Xemnas’ second-in-command. Normally very deadpan and detached from any semblence of emotion, Saix always hides an undercurrent of intense rage, displeasure, venom and instability that only comes out when a full moon drives him into utter lunacy. He’s been friends with Axel since the start, as their human counterparts were friends too, but lately the two have drifted apart. In combat, Saix wields a broadsword and powers of moon, stars, and space.

The Saix who best fits this characterization is...

358/2 Days just gives Saix all the character focus, meaty role in the plot, and truly villainous deeds that you could ask for. He’s great in Shiro Amano’s manga adaptation too, but his darker presence and actual fighting in the game gives that portrayal of him the edge here.

Xigbar/Braig

Number 2 within Organization XIII, and the Nobody of Braig, one of Ansem’s guards and apprentices who always had a greed for higher status and power that could elevate his self worth. Wanting to wield a Keyblade of his own, Braig gladly accepted Master Xehanort’s offer to collude with him in his scheme to set off a new Keyblade War, and ended up exploiting Xehanort’s trajectory when he became Ansem’s apprentice. Becoming the founding member of Organization XIII along with Xemnas, Xigbar retains Braig’s laid back, gruff, rude and talkative personality and seemingly flighty and unserious attitude, but actually knows many secrets and holds many cards close to his chest, always thinking opportunistically about what can gain him the best advantages and put him several more steps ahead of others he disdains. In combat, Xigbar fights with sniper rfiles and gravity power.

The Xigbar/Braig who best fits this characterization is...

To put it plainly, Xigbar was initially one of the weakest characters in the Organization, and everything about his character in KHII:FM and 358/2 Days only works with the context given with Braig in BBS. (Also, he’s not Luxu. If Luxu were to exist, he’d not be this character.)

Xion

The suddenly added Number 14 of Organization XIII and the centerpiece of much of what happened in the time gap between CoM and KHII. She turns out to be an imperfect Sora replica made by Vexen who absorbed the memories of Sora that Roxas could not recall, leading to the puppet taking on an appearance and personality reminiscent of Kairi. But wheareas Kairi is sweet (albeit sassy and teasing), light-hearted and acts like she’s got her shit together, Xion has no such chill - she’s manic, edgy, feisty, stubborn to a fault, quite prone to angst or anxiety-inducing emotional turmoil, and very open about her insecurities. Despite this, she is fiercely dedicated to being a hard worker and applying herself on missions, giving it her all to earn her keep and putting on her best brave face for her friends  ‘cause she loves them so deeply. Even when her screws come more loose and she has her very identity and continued existence in question, her desire to do right and look out for what’s best for her friends wins through. Due to her connection to Sora and Roxas, Xion too can wield the Keyblade. Was ultimately wiped from all memory.

The Xion who best fits this characterization is....

To the surprise of no one, Xion from Shiro Amano’s 358/2 Days manga adaptation IS the character for me and many others - in fact, she’s probably Amano’s crowning achievement, fully realizing the potential in such a bizarre and fanficcy character concept that was thought up by Tomoco Kanemaki and screwed with by Nomura.

Terra

The young Keyblade wielder who, years ago, fell prey to the darkness in his own heart and from Master Xehanort, becoming Xehanort’s vessel and a crucial component of who Xehaort was as Ansem’s apprentice. Having a soured relationship with his mentor and father figure, Master Eraqus, Terra’s heart burned with the desire to prove himself strong and to be a hero to others in need. While rather overconfident, willful, dense, brooding, short-sighted and with a fixation on power, Terra was also good natured, compassionate and vulnerable, wanting to see the best in others and so convicted to ideals of heroism and moral values that his will to do good and protect what mattered most to him outlived him and his own failings.

The Terra who best fits this description is...

Say what you will about Terra in BBS, good and bad, but he was easily the most fully realized character with the fullest realized story arc out of the leads in the game, plus his combat style holds up best.

Aqua

The young Keyblade wielder who, years ago, played a key (pun intended) part in saving the worlds from a plot by Master Xehanort to lay waste to everything, even sacrificing her physical existence to the Darkness in order to give her two friends, Terra and Ventus, their best shot at survival. Aqua was kind-hearted, keen and insightful, strong-willed, stubborn, and hyper-focused on her tasks due to the seriousness of her position and the ideals of peacekeeping and justice that Master Eraqus instilled in her. Having shown the Mark of Mastery, she was also a bit showy, standoffish, and judgmental, wanting to believe she knew best and that her heart wouldn’t lead her astray only to constantly second-guess herself and expose her more awkward side. She cherishes light and is constantly pushing back against the darkness in others and in herself. Above all else, Aqua values her friends as family and will do anything to help them.

The Aqua who most fits this characterization is...

The reason I hold a deep appreciation for what we got in BBS:FM’s bonus episode and in BBS 0.2 even when I don’t like either of those as products is that their contents helped really define who Aqua is and needs to be as not merely a strong heroine, but as a character who stands on her own apart from her two male friends. Shiro Amano’s recent adapting of the material did it one better by restoring Aqua’s adorkable side from BBS to give us bits of levity here and there. Plus, she’s just beautiful and such a damn badass in Keyblade combat, making Nomura’s ever sexist treatment of her in KHIII afterwards a legit crime of bad writing and character assasination.

Ventus

The young Keyblade wielder who, years ago, played a key (pun intended) part in saving the worlds from a plot by Master Xehanort to lay waste to everything, even sacrificing his very heart to vanquish the threat of the Unversed. Initially brought into the secret Keyblade Master order by Master Xehanort, while not of age to become a Master, Ven trained hard and looked up to his older friends/surrogate siblings, Terra and Aqua. A positive, confident, good natured, helpful and spirited youth, but one prone to uncertainty, melancholy, and impertinence when faced with conflict he found himself ill equipped to deal with. While not too strong or magically gifted, he was very agile.

The Ventus who most fits this characterization is...

Yes, just the basic concept of Ventus. He was never too well realized in any officially liscened work, and was most effective when asleep.

Master Eraqus

The old master of Terra, Aqua, and Ven, who in his own younger days was a colleague of Yen Sid and Xehanort in their Keyblade training. He meant well, but was overly strict with his surrogate children and zealous about safeguarding the light by stamping out darkness whereever, whenever, believing in absolutes such as the need to ultimately erase darkness from all hearts in existence and guide the worlds to a new age of prosperity in secret. He was struck down by Xehanort, the man he’d looked to as an elder brother.

The Eraqus who most fits this characterization is....

Once again, a character is never executed too well beyond his rough draft concept and design. And what a cool concept and design, too!

Vanitas

A being of pure darkness who spawned the Unversed years ago and who may have had some influence in the darklings’ evolution into Heartless. Vanitas trained under Master Xehanort as his secret apprentice and wielded his own dark Keyblade. He relished being cruel and channeling the pain of his own negative emotions into the pleasure of hurting others, and he was also very arrogant, viewing himself as the most supreme warrior who could even usurp and outlive Xehanort himself. While seemingly destroyed by Ventus, Vanitas never fully went away - we see traces of him in Riku’s dark mode and soul-eater, and in Sora’s own positivty turning to negativity and obsessive desire during his trek through Castle Oblivion. So long as darkness holds great power, Vanitas will linger as its embodiment.

The Vanitas who most fits this characterization is...

This was bar none the biggest shock to me. I didn’t think KHIII would get anywhere here beyond a shout out to Ienzo, but Vanitas in that game is honestly even better than in BBS, and for mainly one reason - he redefined what I thought of the character and his potential.  ‘Cause beforehand I wasn’t sure I even wanted to see Vanitas again since he seemed to have no lasting value beyond that dumb ying-yang X-Blade plot with Ventus. KHIII showed he didn’t need to be just that. He could be his own brand of menace, the “Darkness” he chose to be. He didn’t even need to go around looking or sounding much like Sora - he could have far stronger “repeatedly comes back taking on a different shape and form” potential than Xehanort! And naturally, I don’t care one bit about whatever Nomura might have in mind for Vanitas and tying him to 12 other “Darknesses”, that’s BS. Leave me with my proud, gleefully evil solitary Darkness Incarnate!

Master Xehanort

The old Keyblade Master who set in motion the events that led to the story of Kingdom Hearts and whose heart became the canvas for the creation of the story’s overarching villain, Terra-Xehanort. Hailing from a small, constraining world before being chosen by the Keyblade, Xehanort finally got to explore the larger World only to, like Ego from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, find it so... disappointing. Being a naturally born sociopath with an inquisitive soul who always sought knowledge and yearned for the answers to all his heart’s most burning questions, Xehanort researched deeply into the old Keyblade War legends all while arrogantly intaking and exploiting Darkness in hopes of chanelling it as power. His ambition became to initiate another Keyblade War-sparked apocalypse where Darkness would ravage the World and he could then set foot inside Kingdom Hearts to harness its light and recreate the World anew in his own image, partially out of sheer curiosity to see the results such a grand cosmic experiement would yield and partly out of a desire to trascend his own humanity and play God. By the time he got around to it, Master Xehanort was little more than a self-interested, callous, maniacal old crackpot who did evil for evil’s sake and shamelessly reveled in it. Even after he, from inside Terra’s body, got amnesia and faded from consciousness, his dark legacy lived on in Terranort and his Nobody.

The Master Xehanort who most fits this characterization is...

OBVIOUSLY. In both Birth By Sleep the secret ending FMV and Birth By Sleep the game story, Master Xehanort was easily the most interesting, enjoyable, and best realized character, particularly when his on-screen portrayal firmly followed the Watanabe vision for him. A fantastic villain even with a dumb plan and incoherent motivations; were only those issues fixed, we’d have the ideal Master Xehanort who’d be by leaps and bounds superior to Nomura’s pet Villain Sue.

And last, and unfortunately least, we have....

Strelitzia & the Chirithy

Strelitiza is a girl who lived in the same world and village as Lauriam and Elrena, to whom she was a blood-related sister and surrogate sister respectively. The three of them belonged to a guild inspired by folk legends of the Keyblade, though they were not wielders of the fabled blade themselves. She was a rather quiet and shy girl who looked to others to give her courage and resolve, holding the highest opinion of her brother and best friend while undervaluing herself. Met with an unknown tragic fate, which effected Lauriam and Elrena deeply. The Chirithy, meanwhile, were local critters who were said to have been around since ancient times and could gague a hearts connection to the Keyblade. Chirithy also exists in the Final World.

The Strelitzia & Chirithy who most fit this characterization is....

As with Ventus and Eraqus, the basic concept and design outdoes the actual implementation of the character we got in the series. Don’t care to see these characters anywhere outside of my headcanon.

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[stilemawillow]

Small Words [Levi | Reader | Soulmate AU!]

A number of important words were what brought you to the fateful place where you now stood.

Frivolity [10:02]

You rouse from your bed about the time your annoying ringtone started playing for the third time in the past five minutes. You weren't usually a fervent fan of cursing but you felt like mumbling a very eloquent “motherfucker” in honour of whoever was calling you on a Saturday morning. You waited for the music to fade into silence with half-lidded eyes so your body could fall back onto the soft mattress. You groaned, seconds prior to falling asleep once again, when the device rang for the fourth time. You snatched the vibrating flip phone off the nightstand and lifted it to your ear after flipping it open with a muttered greeting.

"(Y/N), where the fucking hell are you? The line's already a mile long and the opening is in forty minutes! Don't tell me you're still sleeping!" Hanji's shrill voice brought awareness to your senses and morbidity to your poor soul. Your eyes were still half-lidded but you managed a steady voice whilst quickly denying and stating you were on you way, stuck in traffic. It was a lie meant to do nothing but stall the brunette's anger. "Get here soon then!" Hanji's exclamation was dimmed by voices in the background - impatient voices.

"Bye." You didn't bother promising her you would. The only thing you needed was a quick glance at the calendar to understand where your mistake lay - it was Sunday, not Saturday, and you were in deep shit. It took you five minutes to dress yourself using whichever clothes lay the closest and two to run down to the entrance of the apartment complex you lived in. By the time you'd gotten into your car, you'd remembered your promise to a friend - you had to pick up his suit from the cleaners and give it to him at the event.

A small line of profanities prodded at the tip of your tongue as you made a stop along the way to the cleaners for a cup of black tea. If you were fast enough you'd get there just in time for the opening. You performed the worst parallel park of your whole life before jumping out of the vehicle and almost forgetting your money and keys inside. On your way into the café, you checked your pockets for your phone before ordering an Earl Grey tea, which had, unfortunately, just gone out of stock.

With distinct disappointment sitting in the crease between your brows, you changed your order to a simple black coffee and leaned on the counter expectantly. As you waited, money for the drink already present on the arguably clean surface your elbow supported itself on, you pulled out one of the three pens you had in your coat pocket. Subsequently, you realised your notepad wasn't on you.

Grunting in exasperation, you rolled up your sleeve and checked the name of the order Eren had given you for the cleaners. You quickly wrote it down on your wrist in bold letters before the barista called your order. You stepped forward and claimed the carton cup with the utmost sense of satisfaction. Now you only had to go grab Eren's suit from the cleaners before heading to the town square. You were sure Hanji wouldn't mind if you were there only one minute earlier.

"Miss, your phone!" The barista called once you'd swivelled towards the exit with your coffee and favourite forest green pen in hand. You immediately turned, panic filling your eyes just as your body collided with the person standing behind you. The person's drink, scalding hot and rather unpleasant in regards to smell, soon made its way over your clothes, burning your skin ever so slightly. You held back a yelp and pushed past the man with a hurried apology so you could grab your flip phone from the barista's hand.

Turning back, you breathed out and tried to ignore the pain that had made itself known all over your abdomen. You looked at the man you'd collided with and your eyebrows furrowed in indecisiveness - handsome or not, you couldn't allow yourself to give him more than thirty seconds of your attention at the moment. You were in a hurry, you had no time to pay him back for the drink and certainly no fucking time to grab new clothes for yourself. With an excuse at the tip of your tongue, you pushed your favourite pen into the man's hold and ran past him immediately after, towards your car.

Equanimity [9:37]

"You promised we'd go." Isabel whined in Levi's ear as they stood in front of the fast-food restaurant at nine a.m. It was empty because of the book signing's upcoming opening and the raven-haired male doubted it would fill up with customers anytime soon. He ordered a cheeseburger for himself and a kid's menu for the red-head next to him as she incessantly kept complaining and he checked his black trench coat's pockets for a number of coins that would equal the number stated by the cashier.

"We can just pass by. I have work." Levi was adamant not to visit the event. He didn't like crowds and he felt like he could hear people start lining up from where he stood. He also disliked the current weather because rain, cold and wind were the combination furthest from perfect when it came to people prone to catching the flu and Isabel was one of them, so he needn't visit a stupid book signing only so she could get sick and whine twice as much afterwards.

"No, you have staring at papers." She corrected stiffly, defiantly taking the orders from the cashier as Levi handed him a bunch of shiny coins he'd fished from his coat's inner pocket. "Farlan didn't buy us the VIP tickets so we could miss it." She reasoned wisely, receiving a spiteful snort from the raven. Isabel and Farlan - soulmates ever since the red-head drew a ballsack on her forehead during a sleepover and both of them woke up with one the next morning - had been planning this ever since it was announced.

Farlan had somehow found the three of them VIP tickets to the book signing, which included getting to meet the author face to face and ask them questions. The downside was that the VIP part started when the normal line dispersed. But, as Isabel optimistically reminded every time, that would give them more time to practice their questions. Unfortunately, Farlan had to back down the Saturday before due to work-related issues.

"Yes, but now we have a bonus one so I suggest we skip the whole thing and give the tickets to somebody else." Levi said boredly as Isabel handed him his cheeseburger and they left the fast-food restaurant. Now they had to visit the pet shop and then the café Isabel loved so much.

"We won't find anybody who doesn't have his own in a mile radius." Isabel argued, emerald orbs gleaming challengingly up at him before she opened the little box her kid's menu was packed into. Levi rolled his eyes and shrugged, unbothered by her vindication.

"We'll walk two miles then."

"Levi, stop being so stubborn. You liked the book, I liked the book. Your soulmate likes the book. Maybe you could even meet them there." The argument made the raven glare, mostly because this soulmate of his was obviously a very fervent fan of the book.

That fact had become known to all about the time Levi started waking up with a different quote from it every morning, on either of his arms. The quotes ranged from a few words of dialogue to whole paragraphs written in chicken scratch, which could be spotted on the back of his palm and the wrist, sometimes even the inner side of the elbow. Once, he woke up with a 'never had he felt so exasperated in his whole life' written in black cursive on his bicep and he felt he could relate to the words on a spiritual level.

Later on, Isabel happened to come across the very same book during one of Levi's shopping sprees. Subsequently to purchasing an abnormal amount of cleaning supplies, Levi insisted they visit the bookshop briefly. Once there, he surrounded himself with crime novels as Isabel wandered through the rom-com section, where she found a book with a very familiar phrase inside. To verify her conclusion, she rushed to the raven's side and forcefully yanked the sleeve away from his wrist. It was official - Levi's soulmate had read the book. It took Isabel three days to read it herself, two more to make Farlan read it and then an additional week to force Levi into it as well.

"Maybe I don't want to meet them." He countered calmly yet bearing a frown as they walked to the pet shop two blocks away, eating their unhealthy food in the meantime. Isabel scowled as they crossed the desolate street and stepped onto the cemented curb.

"Levi, you promised."

His left hand was stuffed in his pocket, playing with the small keychain Isabel had given him as a child - it was a small Donald Duck figure in forest green, which, as the girl had said all those years ago, reminded her an awful lot of Levi. His frown stayed put but when he nodded upon biting into his cheeseburger the redhead's elated voice reverberated off the walls of the near building in a manner painful for his eardrums. Her excitement was shushed by the harsh glare in his eyes, but behind the wall of profanities stood a person who didn't mind seeing his friend happy.

Determination [10:29]

Parallel parking wasn't your strength and although this was the second occasion today on which it almost killed you, you had no time whatsoever to care. You jumped out of the car and locked it, rolling up the sleeve of your baby blue trench coat to check the name again since it wasn't Eren's and you had some difficulty remembering it. Your entrance was announced by a ringing bell as you checked the time on the wall clock and started panicking.

"Hello, can I please get the formal suit for Levi Ackerman?" You neared the counter, knowing Eren had already paid for the services and you only had to pick up the clothes and give them to him. You were afraid you'd mispronounced the name but when the employee found the needed item and handed it to you, a hurried thanks slipped from your lips before you left with slumped shoulders and frantic eyes.

You buttoned your trench coat since the white shirt under it was covered in - as you'd come to notice seconds earlier, allegedly the last cup of Earl Grey tea and you didn't want people seeing you like that at the book signing. You tossed the suit in the car's backseat and sped up down the street since you had approximately ten minutes to get halfway across town. During the tense ride, you fixed your hair and made sure the light mascara you'd put on had stayed after your clash at the café. You applied a bright shade of red lipstick using the rearview mirror in hopes it would take attention off the rest of your appearance and gulped down the remnants of your black coffee.

Less than seven minutes later you parked at the very back of a long street behind a line of other vehicles. You took the suit from the backseat, stuffed your flip phone and car keys into your pockets, and ran like never before. You had some trouble with security but the moment Hanji arrived was the moment all tension dispersed from your shoulders, only to transfer to your expression and intensify. The brown-haired manager led you away, reprimands and curses spilling from her mouth before she seated you at the small table with one last warning.

"During the break, you'll have to pick up Sam from the vet four blocks away. You have thirty minutes to do that and something about your hair."

You didn't have time to nod at her properly before the fans started coming in. By the time you got to the hundredth book cover, your hand was numb and you were sure you could put your signature on an object of any size as long as its surface was relatively flat. Your smile was the only thing that didn't change. True, your cheeks might've started hurting but the genuine joy you felt at meeting all those people who'd liked your work didn't fade away in the slightest. There were elder people and middle-aged single mothers; there were couples with disinterested boyfriends and gleeful girlfriends, and vice versa; there were teenagers with their guardians at their side.

You couldn't help but smile at all of them. A small group of thirteen-year-olds asked for a picture since one of their friends didn't have a chance to come and you were glad to obey before Hanji could recite the whole policy this book signing had. You grinned and waited for the kids to snap the shot, and after that, you signed a personal copy of the book you had for their friend. This whole day was going to be tiring, but hell if you let it get to you - you had books to sign and smiles to give, and if it made the people in line happy you would do it for days.

Your life taught you one thing - you had to be patient. When you turned sixteen (the fateful age when the marks would start appearing if your assigned partner wrote anywhere on his body) you were looking forward to finding your soulmate, only to have him quite possibly not exist in return. You waited and waited, buried in hopeful ideas and romantic scenarios that were never to eventuate. You graduated college, surrounded by happy couples with matching scribbles on their arms, and started thinking that, maybe, you had no soulmate. If you did, however, he most probably despised you.

It took you a total of four additional years, during which you'd already started creating the rough draft of your book, to understand he was actually very much alive and existent. It had startled you at first - the rash black line adorning the full length of your forearm, more so when you'd just woken up, but it proved there was indeed someone out there who was supposedly connected to you. And maybe he was just being shy or, on the contrary, completely disinterested - whichever, you didn't really mind it.

Vitality [9:48]

"Get him a stupid turtle or something." Levi hissed as Isabel walked around the pet shop with stars in her eyes and indecisiveness in her heart. The red-head kept complimenting every animal she crossed paths with and left Levi waiting at the register with crossed arms and a frown before a Dobermann caught his attention. The brown eyes were kind, the body was sturdy and the fur wasn't too much. It didn't seem like a troublesome animal although every animal was troublesome for Levi to some extent.

Just as the raven called for Isabel's attention and pointed at the dog, the employee behind the register spoke up: "That's Sammy, he's not really up for sale." Right before the friends could say anything the phone by the counter rang and the employee rushed to pick it up, mumbling apologies along the way. Isabel and Levi shared confused glances and she neared the Dobermann, eyeing it with childish curiosity. A faint “no, ma'am, he's waiting to be picked up but it has to be before noon” sounded in Levi's ears before Isabel grabbed his arm and pulled at the black sleeve of his trench coat.

"Levi, look, they wrote again!" She exclaimed as silently as possible, looking up at him with big hope-filled eyes, but the male just scoffed and dismissed his friend's excitement with a click of his tongue.

"That's from yesterday."

"Well, what does it say?" She pulled at his forearm, almost making him stumble. He hadn't read it because he'd been too tired after helping Farlan arrange some documents yesterday and he honestly couldn't care less right now. "Maybe if you move your big-ass head out of the way I'll see." Levi scolded boredly, making Isabel snort as she attempted to decipher the chicken scratch on his arm still - Levi'd figured his soulmate had two states: the hurried one when they were tired or in a hurry and their handwriting was complete and utter shit, and the annoying one when they had time on their hands and nowhere fucking else to write.

"10:40 a.m./Town square." Isabel read with great difficulty and two stutters, making Levi's eyebrows furrow. If it was from yesterday evening that meant the hour was set for today. "Your soulmate's going to be at the book signing!" The red-head chimed excitedly and the more her enthusiasm grew, the more Levi's own was reduced. Before he could speak up, Isabel's iPhone rang and the employee, who was still on the phone himself, threw them a very expressive look which resulted in Isabel picking up after they'd made their way outside.

It turned out to be Farlan - the missing part of their trio who would usually make the slightest of effort to defend Levi's scepticism on the matter of soulmates and calm down Isabel's constant theories on that very same matter. The two soulmates were blabbering gibberish Levi couldn't care about when Isabel decided to announce his soulmate would be present at the book signing.

"Isabel, couldn't you keep your mouth shut about that?" Levi hissed spitefully as they walked in the direction of the café she loved to visit with Farlan. The red-head defiantly stuck her tongue out prior to resuming her conversation with the blond teacher. She told the raven she wanted a latte when they arrived at the café and he was about to go in. Levi leaned on the counter after ordering Isabel's drink and his own Earl Grey tea when a woman in a blue trench coat hurriedly walked inside, distracting him up until the moment his black tea was called in.

Levi concluded he'd have to call his assistant about the suit he'd told him to leave at the cleaners this Friday since the raven urgently needed it for the board meeting the following day and if it wasn't with him until the end of Sunday the teal-eyed boy would have some trouble finding a new job in the next few months. Upon taking a sip from his tea, Levi was vouchsafed the sight of another message from his soulmate.

Levi Ackerman, the bold lettering read, making the male's eyes widen sporadically in shock. If he'd taken a bigger sip from the tea he would've spit it out. A bunch of questions were nimbly running through his head when Isabel's latte got called in and he heard the barista handling the drink call out to some 'miss' who had forgotten her phone. Levi stepped forward with the intention to grab the carton cup with his friend's name on it before somebody bumped into him. The tea he was holding spilled all over the person, who turned out to be the woman with the short-term memory whose phone the barista was holding.

Levi stared at her wondrously as she muttered a pathetic apology and rushed past him to grab her flip phone. He would've internally praised her for having such an outdated device but he was blinded by fury and she was obviously not paying attention to that, or the stain on her snow-white shirt. The female faced Levi in visible hurry after retrieving her phone and mumbled another hasty apology his way. Before he could process the happening, he was holding a forest green pen with a chocolate scent lingering in the air around him.

Isabel had later asked him if he'd bought himself anything, to which he'd showed her the pen with the phrase: "Some weird woman was handing out free pens." The red-head didn't question him further and Levi listened to her talking about Farlan and the book signing as his fingers rolled over the smooth surface of the green pen in his coat pocket. The least he could concede was that the woman's eyes had been pretty despite the fact she was a forgetful klutz. And to say Isabel had been as dumbfounded upon noticing the new words on Levi's wrist a few minutes after that wouldn't be a lie.

Luck [11:51]

You were on your way to the vet when a kid ran up to you and tugged at the sleeve of your trench coat. You looked down at the blonde girl with the clear blue eyes before eyeing the tall blond with her, who you thought was her father. When the girl thanked you for the photo you figured out she was the missing friend from earlier. You asked her name with a smile before offering her father to snap a shot of you two together. Krista was ecstatic.

The gleeful smile on her lips made your grin broaden, but the call the blond made right after you proceeded down the street was left unnoticed. Upon your arrival at the pet shop/vet clinic, you heard Sam's joyful bark. You approached the employee and told him Hanji had called earlier, to which he provided you with a slip of paper you had to sign before unlocking the Dobermann's cage and putting on its collar. You bid the employee a goodbye prior to leaving the shop and checking your arm for anything else you'd written a reminder of. Thinking about it, there was something you guessed you had time for.

You took a turn and Sam followed on your left, oblivious to the slight detour you were about to perform. You hoped you had enough money on you because lately coins were a rarity in your pockets and now you desperately needed their help. You arrived in front of the Laundromat less than five minutes of speed-walking later and left Sam by the entrance, knowing he could protect himself if needed and would otherwise stay still until you showed up again. The best boy in the world, if anybody were to ask you.

Once inside, you searched your coat for coins and a relieved sign left your lips when you felt them bumping against the two pens in your left pocket. You surveyed the place but it was completely deserted safe for the few flies on the walls and the cockroach in the corner that you deemed allegedly dead for your own safety. Shrugging off your trench coat, you started unbuttoning the snow-white shirt sticking to your skin and hoped nobody would see your Mickey Mouse bra - the only one nearby during your morning fit of panic. You put your coat back on after stuffing the shirt inside the washing machine just as the door to the Laundromat opened.

You curiously watched the newcomer get rid of her mud-stained pants before angrily shoving them into the washing machine and crossing her arms with dignity presupposing the presence of pants on her body. You gritted your teeth at the slowness of the machine and calculated the time it would take for the whole process to be done before concluding it would lead to you being late. Huffing and puffing in impatience, you turned to the girl behind you with a decisive nod and called for her attention.

"Sorry, but I'm in a big hurry. Could you please put my shirt in the dryer and give it to me later at the book signing at the town square?" The girl's expression - both confused and perturbed by the sudden request - made you think she was too weirded out to accept, even if you were to give her money in exchange for her services. You pulled your phone from your pocket and checked the time before muttering a small “oh shit”. The emerald-eyed girl nodded despite her hesitance and you left your phone on top of the working washing machine before thanking her, your faith in humanity slowly being restored. "We could meet at the VIP section, if you have nothing against that." You suggested hopefully as the girl nodded.

"Sure, we were headed there either way." You decided not to question the “we” pronoun and express your gratitude once more instead.

"Thank you so much, again." You headed for the exit right after, swearing you wouldn't let anybody see your Mickey Mouse bra even if you didn't get your shirt back. You pushed the door open with your hips as your hands fastened the belt round your waist and called out to your dog. "Hey, Sammy, are you bored already?"

Strangely enough, the Dobermann wasn't at your side the moment you stepped foot out of the Laundromat. In a moment of mild surprise, you dropped the belt of your coat and looked around, only to see your dog getting petted by some stranger a few feet from where you stood. Some wind brushed past when Sam and the man next to him looked up at you - the male had a pair of striking grey eyes. Maybe you could write about them in your next book, you thought briefly, before noticing where they were pointed at - the Mickey Mouse bra covering your breasts.

Your jaw clicked as you covered your chest and the man looked away, awkwardly clearing his throat. Sam's tail started wagging as you called his name and started speed-walking down the street in the opposite direction, away from the shame this very short moment had provided you with. You cursed the wind and the Mickey Mouse bra, and mostly yourself on your way back to the event. You returned on time and took your rightful place behind the small table, free of Hanji's scolding.

For the next two and a half hours there were only greetings, signatures and smiles. You felt exhausted when the line finally dispersed, letting you take yet another break. Hanji had warned you she had something to do before the VIP part of the event, so you just wandered off to the section it was supposed to take place, thinking you could maybe rest inside the small caravan-like vehicle before meeting any more people.

"No VIP ticket, no entry." The buff guy playing the role of security stated, making your frown deepen. You were who the people bought VIP tickets to meet for God's sake, you'd never thought getting inside a caravan that technically belonged to you would be so hard. You puffed out your chest and snorted defiantly, adamant to get inside.

"My VIP ticket is right---"

You felt around your pockets, a sense of horror washing over you. You'd forgotten the VIP ticket back home and you had no time to drive all the way there. You'd been here arguing with the guards for five minutes already and people had slowly started lining up behind you. People who unfortunately hadn't met you yet as to verify your part of the story.

You gritted your teeth and decided you'd call Hanji so she could clear out this misunderstanding, but then you realised your phone wasn't on you either. No, no, no, no. The Laundromat - the dreaded realisation came to mind - you never put it back in your pocket. No. It kept echoing in your head obstinately as if enough repetition would magically summon not only your phone, but your shirt and your VIP ticket too. You felt very hopeless. So you decided to do something very desperate.

"There has to be some mistake, my VIP ticket is with my boyfriend. He should be here any moment now so why not just let me in?" You gave the guards your best I'm a good little girl smile before stepping forward. A twenty-eight-year-old woman who wrote about soulmates yet hadn't found her own looked very pathetic with that kind of smile. The buff guard on the left grasped your upper arm, making your breath hitch as the smile fell from your face.

"No VIP ticket, no entry." His partner supplied. Seriously, how worse could this day get? Suddenly, a hand tapped the shoulder of the guard who was holding you. He relinquished his grip when a shiny VIP ticket was presented to his eyes by a pale hand.

"Here's the VIP ticket." The hand's owner stated boredly, making you eye the guard as he checked the ticket and let out a reluctant snort before handing it to you.

You turned to look at your saviour but were left quite shaken by the revelation of his identity - the grey-eyed stranger who'd seen your Mickey Mouse bra earlier. And, upon a closer look, the handsome guy you'd bumped into at the café this morning. Your jaw almost went slack, but then your raven-haired saviour threw you a knowing look after doubtfully eyeing your lips and the guards prompted you to go into the caravan already. You mouthed a small “thank you” before stepping forward and quickly disappearing inside the unmoving vehicle. Oh, the woes of being a bestseller author.

Serendipity [11:53]

"Not only did we catch the shitting break, we also managed to anger the crazy four-eyes over there. We shouldn't have come." Levi frowned while pulling at Isabel's struggling form. The red-head was trying to attack the brown-haired four-eyes who was talking to somebody over the phone. She threw them a spiteful look when they took an additional minute to step away from the line-up when they should've been the glaring ones.

Isabel had been in desperate need to visit the toilet so Levi had to stall the guard while she snuck into the toilet cubicles set up some distance from the author's table. Unfortunately, their plan was spoiled when somebody opened the door in the redhead's face and sent her to the ground. That somebody later turned out to be the bespectacled brunette currently glaring at them. After figuring that Isabel didn't have a ticket for the regular line-up, she'd sent her away and Levi had joined too late to say they had VIP tickets.

After a small argument, the brunette had insisted and, with the help of some buff guards, won the debate. Levi had known it was better to keep the privilege of the tickets for later so he'd decided to pull Isabel away from the scene before she ruined that for them with her impulsive behaviour. It would've been fun to watch her mount one of the buff guards like a horse, but that wasn't the point. At least now they were safe and could return later when, Levi hoped, the brunette wouldn't have remembered their faces all too well.

"We need to wash that, you can't walk around like this." The raven scolded, nose scrunching up at his friend's muddy pants. He fished his phone from his pocket to check the time and saw Isabel scowl at the device. She'd always hated his flip phone, but Levi considered it useful and good enough to give him the bare essentials today's technology was supposed to provide. It might've been old-fashioned but it worked and would surely break years after her fancy-pansy iPhone. She just couldn't get used to the idea of her thirty-one-year-old companion possessing the soul of an old man.

"Yeah, it's sticking to my butt." She complained weakly as he led the way to the closest Laundromat he could think of - about six blocks away. Taking the bus there was out of the question because: one - germs, and two - his back luck when he rode any kind of vehicle could kill them both. Aforementioned bad luck had been discovered about the time he got himself and Farlan in the ER because of a badly performed parallel park, which had made him swear off any means of transportation besides walking. Levi Ackerman couldn't park a car for his life, he hated buses and the subway very passionately and though he'd gotten a driving license (after getting flunked seven times) he intended on buying himself a car when he died.

Isabel's iPhone rang when they were crossing the street and she made sure to let the caller know she looked like she had diarrhea and was having a hard time controlling its spurts. Farlan's laughter was heard from the other end of the line before he started talking about something Levi couldn't pick up on. Said something made Isabel's excitement skyrocket before the conversation was cut short by the kid Farlan had work with.

"You know, I'm real curious about this soulmate of yours. I know you consider them a pest, but they didn't write at all up until you turned twenty-one." Isabel's abrupt attempt at completely changing the topic seemed to catch Levi off guard for a second, but her point of view did nothing to alter his. Sure, his soulmate hadn't pestered him for the overall of five years after he turned sixteen, but that didn't mean the mere notion they existed didn't annoy him in their stead.

"I would've been better off with them not writing at all." The raven was glaring, and though his words sounded purposefully mean they were just the way he viewed things. He didn't want a soulmate. He considered this whole system wrong. If he wanted a girlfriend he'd go out and find himself one the normal way. He detested the idea of somebody else picking his significant other for him as if nobody else fit him and he was bound to end up dying alone if it were anybody but them. He hated that his love life was left up to destiny and most of all he loathed not having the freedom to choose for himself.

"They weren't really contacting you, though. And you should admit some of the things they write are cool." Isabel piped hopefully, emerald hues shining with childish innocence despite her age. She was one of the people who genuinely believed their soulmate was, in actual fact, their soulmate. Levi could see it in her case, but he couldn't possibly accept it applied to him as well. He couldn't picture himself with the person who wrote all over their arm - quotes from a book about soulmates, random places they had to visit, a list of items they had to buy, random reminders of weird things they had to do. Naive, forgetful, inexperienced, hasty and unkempt - that was what those things spelled out for him.

"Yeah, like “check how butt crack and ass-hat are spelled when you get home” or “ask Hanji about the time she lost her virginity”." The raven-haired male rolled his eyes at his friend's sanguine visage whilst the redhead's smile formed a pout and she glared at his austere expression.

"I meant the eloquent things, with the deep meaning." Isabel's reproachful gaze settled on Levi's scrunched up nose before he spoke up.

"This has nothing to do with why I don't want a soulmate." He reasoned coldly and a sharp note was heard in the last word. The closer they got to the Laundromat, the thinner their nerves became. The raven's obstinate behaviour was built around the fact the person on the other end of this connection was obviously a hopeless romantic whose naivety had led them to believe their soulmate was going to be their one true love, maybe at first sight as well; and those were expectations Levi would surely betray if they ever met.

"I know!" Isabel exclaimed as they crossed the street and saw the Laundromat in the distance. "But it's rude not to at least give them a chance." The red-head stated knowingly, a disappointed pout pulling at the corner of her usually smiling lips. Levi snorted at her words, confident that deviating from the system's expectations wasn't exactly a death verdict. He wouldn't get struck by lightning if he was against meeting his assigned partner, or so he liked to believe due to lack of proof regarding the opposite.

"Well, that's my choice. If I happen to meet them they're going to have to accept it." His austere declaration elicited a look of disapproval from Isabel before she angrily jogged towards the Laundromat, leaving him behind with his hands in his pockets and his bored countenance. Levi had noticed the look in her eyes had been an exact replica of the one she'd had a few years back in time whilst screaming his ear off for being a tactless asshole who held no regard for others' feelings. Maybe she'd been right, came the dreaded conclusion Levi had no patience to ponder at the moment.

The raven walked past the Laundromat's entrance when his gaze fell on the dog waiting at the corner of the relatively small building. The Dobermann from the pet shop, only this time it was wearing a collar and happily wagging its tail at Levi. The male stepped forward upon noticing the lack of hostility in the dog's posture, concluding its owner had finally picked it up. Levi stood at the weirdly placid dog's side, ignoring the way in which the animal would occasionally look up at him.

Suddenly, “Sammy” softly nudged Levi's forearm with his wet nose, making the raven flinch before he got his hand out of his pocket and let it hesitantly ghost over the excited animal's head. Levi's nose was scrunched up, thoughts occupied by all the fur he'd have to get off his pants, the slobber that might end up on his skin and the germs the dog might have, but the Dobermann's pleading gaze won and the male's slender fingers gently scratched behind its ears. The satisfied rumble that followed made Levi huff.

There was the abrupt slam of a door, followed by an oddly warm voice calling out and the dog's head whipping to face the front. Levi decided to do the same, which resulted in him facing a familiar figure in a baby blue trench coat. This time around her snow-white shirt was missing and the raven was left gazing at the weirdest bra he'd seen - a red one with a white Mickey Mouse logo pattern. Levi's thin brows twitched at the sight before the female's hands interfered with the view, making him turn his head and clear his throat.

Levi glanced at the woman's pursed lips before she took off down the street with her dog, a strange albeit logical comparison appearing in his mind - her lipstick matched the colour of her bra. He snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets so he could run his fingertips along the surface of the forest green pen. His mind couldn't ward off the image of her red lips and the goosebumps adorning her collarbones until the very moment Isabel slammed the door of the Laundromat behind herself. Her eyes weren't the only pretty thing about her, the raven mused internally prior to decidedly shaking the thought from his head.

"What did Farlan say earlier?" Levi questioned, purposefully omitting to mention anything about the woman and her dog. Isabel's shoulders tensed and she briefly pondered whether to keep being angry or forgive his stubborn demeanour as she always did.

"He told me about an interesting encounter. Krista had run up to a random woman who later turned out to be the author. She obviously had some work during the signing's break." The read-head explained, voice filling with additional elation with each word. Levi's eyebrows raised as he clicked his tongue.

"Well, looks like he didn't need his VIP ticket after all." Isabel chuckled at the comment prior to giving him some more details about her conversation with Farlan.

"He told me how she was dressed weirdly and her lipstick had been so red he'd hardly paid attention to the rest of her face." Levi's brow furrowed suspiciously at the words. Something was bugging him, but it had to be just a coincidence. He decided to brush it off by commenting on how much time they had until the special part of the book signing came. Isabel's lips pursed in thought as she felt around her pockets and her shoulders sagged in mild alleviation.

It took them some walking and a bit of bickering to agree on a destination close to the town square where they could spend the next two and a half hours at. The whole way there Levi wouldn't stop complaining how much time he was wasting when he could be preparing for tomorrow's business meeting, but Isabel only rolled her eyes at his whining. When they arrived at the bookshop a block away from the town square, Isabel and Levi parted ways and settled into their small corners full of chick flicks and crime novels respectively.

The male sighed a number of times at the book he was holding before frowning. He didn't have enough money to buy it at the moment and he doubted he'd find time to do it soon. He feared forgetting its title but his phone's storage was full and asking Isabel for her iPhone was out of the question. He was in the process of going over next month's schedule when he felt the pen in his pocket. His shoulders went rigid because of the ridiculous idea that had the audacity to pop into his mind, but it was rather tempting.

A choice awaited - forget a book he thought had the potential to become his favourite or go against his own rules. The answer, though contradicting his very nature, seemed rather obvious.

Levi slowly rolled up his sleeve and jotted down the book's title on the back of his forearm with a click of his tongue. Once the dreadful action was completed Levi's sleeve went back to its original position, the green pen fell back in his pocket and the book was put back on its shelf. If all went according to plan his soulmate wouldn't see the lettering before he wrote it down somewhere else and erased it from his skin. In order to distract himself, Levi approached Isabel and listened to her rants.

He spent the next hour and a half contemplating the harmless deed he'd done before she brought him back to reality. When the two arrived at the town square they saw the line-up in front of the author's table had disappeared, along with the table itself. Isabel pointed Levi over to a caravan a few feet away from them when he finally questioned the thing she'd been carrying around since she'd left the Laundromat.

"I was asked to give it back at the VIP line-up. I'll go look for the owner, you wait for me." Isabel gave Levi no time to respond before running off, to which he only sighed. He was playing with his keychain when the sound of a familiar voice reached his ears.

"---my VIP ticket is with my boyfriend. He should be here any moment now so why not just let me in?"

The raven pushed through the few people in front of him when he saw the baby blue trench coat and the bright red lipstick. His bored expression turned into a frown when one of the guards grasped the woman's upper arm and the other pointed out the absence of her VIP ticket. Levi, overcome by a strange feeling of duty, stepped forward and fished Farlan's VIP ticket from his pocket.

"Here's the VIP ticket." The guard whose shoulder he'd tapped turned to look at him and inspect the VIP ticket he'd provided. The woman was let go of and Levi observed her features contort in visible shock as she stared at him. Her lips were of great interest to the suspicious part of his mind, but before she could use them to speak his grey hues prompted her to get going. She got into the caravan and Levi backed away, deciding to look for Isabel. He was last in line, behind about fifty people when his orbs fell on his friend's red hair.

"I couldn't find her anywhere." Isabel jogged up to him with a pair of furrowed eyebrows and a flip phone in hand. Levi frowned at the ringing device clutched by her fingers as she panted - it was a coincidence, he concluded. "We can leave her stuff with the security guards." The redhead stated before noticing she and Levi were actually last in line. "Why didn't you wait up front?"

"I would've had to go inside and your VIP ticket is with me." He explained, mild annoyance lacing his bored voice. He and Isabel entertained themselves by playing I spy for almost two hours when they realised there were only three people left before their turn came. Levi was slowly giving up on life and Isabel seemed a bit down but otherwise bursting with anticipation.

The redhead said she'd leave the phone with security once their turn was over before they showed their tickets and he opened the door for his excited friend with little to no enthusiasm. The red-head skipped inside with a giant grin which froze up on her face when she saw who was inside and Levi followed only to have his brows furrow at the sight of the blue trench coat and red lipstick he knew oh so well. He realised what had been bugging him - the lipstick, so red it prevented one from paying too much attention to the rest of her visage. The fact the female seemed to recognise them both was just a coincidence still.

"Goodness, I thought I'd never get to see you again!" She grasped Isabel's hands as the redhead stared at her in obvious awe. Much like a child meeting its idol for the first time, Levi compared inwardly. "Y-You're---"

"I'm what?" The (h/c)-haired female smiled warmly, haste gone along with the creases on her forehead. Levi was staring at her strangely when he remembered he'd seen her exiting the Laundromat braless and Isabel had come out holding a snow-white shirt she didn't address. Levi should've known, but he'd been too busy overthinking other stuff to put the puzzle pieces together - a rather humiliating thing for him really.

"You're the author." Astonishment was heard in Isabel's voice. "I have your shirt and phone with me." She informed right after, hastily handing the woman her shirt and flip phone. Said device started ringing the exact moment it came in contact with the relieved female's palm. The caller's ID was visible to both Levi and Isabel, and while the red-head was having a hard time making anything of it the pieces seemed to click for Levi with the speed of light. It added up too much for it to be a coincidence anymore.

"Hey, Hanji, I'm so sorry I haven't been picking up." The (h/c)-haired woman smiled nervously before gesturing for Isabel and Levi to sit. "No, of course, I didn't lose my phone. I wouldn't have it with me if I did." She chuckled but the sound was hardly genuine. Levi snorted while shrugging his coat off his shoulders after sitting down. "I have some work, can it wait?" Hanji obviously gave a negative answer. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'll write it down." She took a seat opposite the two friends and got a pen from the pocket of her coat. Then, to both's surprise, she rolled up the sleeve of her trench coat. "Now go again, but slowly.

Levi was looking at the bold lettering on her wrist when Isabel gasped and his attention followed her gaze to the skin of his own wrist, visible from under his shirt's sleeve. A bit below his name lay a new reminder in cursive. Levi's eyes widened when the female in front of them finished writing down the name of the place she had to visit and hung up on her manager. His adroit fingers hastened to tug down his sleeve while Isabel gaped at him.

"I'm sorry for this, but since you're the last to come in maybe I can give you a few bonus minutes. As much as---" Before the female could finish speaking somebody opened the door of the caravan in a hurry. A brunet Levi knew ever so well stumbled into the unmoving vehicle and locked eyes with the surprised (h/c)-haired woman.

"(Y/N), I'm going to get skinned alive if you don't have the suit with you." The young adult stated with frantic eyes as the woman laughed. Levi could literally feel the blood freezing in his veins. He'd long realised what all the signs meant, but his brain was having a hard time processing them. He simply couldn't believe it - not now, not here, not like this, not yet.

"Don't you worry, Eren, it's right here." The woman took the suit Levi was supposed to wear to tomorrow's business meeting and handed it to his assistant when the brunet finally noticed he wasn't her only company. "I panicked because I had to give another name but it's all fine now." The woman was smiling when Levi's glare met his assistant's teal hues. The younger male's mouth hung open in shock prior to clamping shut in fear.

"Mr. Ackerman? What are you doing here?" Eren's scared voice sounded in the otherwise silent caravan questioningly. Levi scowled darkly as his fingers clenched the sleeve of his shirt and his eyes burned a pair of holes into the suit “(Y/N)” had handed him. This was beyond acceptable and maybe, had it not been for the little piece of shocking information he and Isabel had stumbled upon seconds ago, he would've handled the situation with a lot less pungent a tone and a lot more reserve.

"I'm getting annoyed at the fact you let other people handle things you're supposed to be doing, Jaeger, that's what I'm doing. As to why I'm here that's none of your business." The gelidity in Levi's voice made his assistant flinch fearfully as both females turned to face him. He paid them no attention whatsoever; he needed to occupy his thoughts with something that had nothing to do with the (h/c)-haired woman sitting across him, big (e/c) eyes voicing a question he could scarcely understand due to his inward spurt of denial.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ackerman. I promise this won't happen ag---"

"Don't waste my time with your empty promises and get out of my sight. I want the suit on my bed when I get back home and for every crease I see I'll add an hour to the overtime you'll be pulling next Saturday." Levi commanded sharply, making Eren furiously nod at him prior to making his way out of the caravan. Soulmates, suits, a stupid manager called Hanji and a damned book he just had to find quotes from on his good-for-nothing arm - fuck all this shit. Levi was determined to get out of this place right this second. He'd take Isabel along, using force if needed but he wouldn't let her stay and reveal the connection between him and the oblivious (e/c)-eyed woman.

"I see you're the boss Eren talks about, it's such a coincidence to meet you like this." Before Levi could flee the woman spoke up with a smile so warm it made his muscles stiffen. For a very short second, he was captivated by the inviting curl of her lips, but then he took hold of himself and snorted at her, which she pretended not to have seen or heard. "Seeing as you became times more privileged than you already were, ask me anything." The raven was sure her smile would do wonders to his friend's confidence. Levi's jaw clenched and he reached out to grasp Isabel's arm when the redhead blurted out the one thing he didn't wish to hear from her mouth right now.

"How would you feel if I told you you just met your soulmate?" The (h/c)-haired woman stood calm and placid, but her shoulders visibly tensed, to which the emerald-eyed female was quick to clear out: "I don't really mean myself---"

"I know you don't." (Y/N) cut off, voice stiff and a smidge cold. Levi saw Isabel frown uncertainly as the woman attempted to regain her cordiality with a warm smile. "I'm aware of who my soulmate is and I wish to say that all and every other question is welcome as long as it doesn't concern this topic." Not only did it surprise the raven, who'd expected anything but this - it also made some part of him stir restlessly.

"Why did you write the book then? If you hadn't even met your soulmate?" Isabel's emerald hues hopefully prodded at the author's diffident countenance, but she looked straight ahead, into Levi's eyes with sadness he'd always thought he'd be capable of ignoring. Her fingers were tugging at her sleeves and her warm smile looked like it would fall apart, much like her.

"I waited for quite some years and then I gave up on it. I guess the book was my manner of coping with the inevitable fact that I would be left alone." Another chuckle that was hardly genuine bubbled past her lips, but instead of snorting Levi forced his gaze away from her eyes. This situation wasn't how he thought things would go down if they ever did at all, but Isabel was so set on making things work for them she couldn't look past her own zest at how uncomfortable they both were.

"Then this is great for you---" She cut herself off with a trembling grin, tone making (Y/N)'s face contort in a strange expression Levi couldn't read. It was as if the (e/c)-eyed woman, along with every single fibre in her body, had flinched at the word “great”. The redhead formed a new sentence upon seeing the first one didn't have the wanted effect. "I'm sorry but you don't understand how big this is---"

"Isabel stop it." Levi's hiss cut her off the second time. Her emerald hues met his glare as he gripped her forearm because she had subconsciously started inching towards the woman across them. "You cannot treat her like a friend minutes after meeting her just because whatever she writes shows up on me." The raven scolded annoyedly, making his best friend whine at this once in a lifetime opportunity he'd rather miss.

"But Levi, this is too much of a coincidence! It's fate!" The more her determination grew, the colder his voice became. He'd gotten tired of her behaviour and how she'd never look at things from his point of view. Meeting his soulmate now would do nothing to make him accept her as a significant other even after he'd bumped into her at least three times that day and thought her pretty. This wasn't a fairytale and it would not end as one.

"Stop with this bullshit of yours. We've gone over this too many times for me to count." He barked with a frown, making the red-head yank her arm from his hold with an equally pissed off expression. She stood up and glared down at him in a way that made him think she'd kick him in the face for saying that, but instead she attacked his pride in a rather painful manner.

"That's exactly why you should take everybody's feelings into consideration this time!" It echoed in his ears even after Isabel had stormed off and slammed the caravan's door so loudly both his and his soulmate's shoulders had jumped at the sound. So much for a happy outcome.

Candour [16:59]

Inbetween smiling and answering all kinds of questions, you desperately longed for the end of this tiresome exercise, as exciting as its duration had been. Standing upright was hard but then you were told the last visitors were up and your spine suddenly stopped complaining. Not to mention how fast it complied with your wishes when you saw the red-headed girl from the Laundromat enter the caravan with your shirt and flip phone in hand. Your elated self greeted her joyfully as her companion eyed you suspiciously, to the point of it being unsettling. He was, however, your saviour from a while back so you couldn't really say anything to him.

The moment your alleviated fingers came in contact with your dear phone, its small screen lit up and showed Hanji's name. Your eyes widened and you greeted your brown-haired manager before gesturing for the two guests to take a seat. You brushed your hair behind your ear in slight discomfort as Hanji attempted to talk your ear off, and chuckled when she accused you of losing your phone.

"Grab a pen and write down what I'm about to say next because this is really important," she started without a warning as your mouth gaped in slight offence, "Mikasa managed to find the editor I've been telling you about and he has a villa he agreed to meet you at in a few days."

"I have some work, can it wait?" You almost cringed because of the glances the emerald-eyed girl and raven-haired man were throwing you.

"Of course not! I cannot keep calling you for the rest of the day, I still have work to do myself!" The brunette scoffed loudly, making you groan in obvious defeat before mumbling a small “yeah, yeah, whatever” and taking a seat across the people you were supposed to be currently communicating with. You pulled your second favourite pen from your pocket and rolled up the sleeve of your blue trench coat before giving Hanji the 'go'. "It's in the outskirts of your hometown actually, Anderson Street up on the small hill, number 21. Your meeting is set up for next Thursday at 2 p.m. You knock on the door and ask for a Michael Brown."

You jotted everything down on your wrist below the name Levi Ackerman prior to hanging up and facing your guests with a warm smile. "I'm sorry for this, but since you're the last to come in maybe I can give you a few bonus minutes. As much as---" Your words were cut off by the abrupt entrance of somebody you'd been expecting the whole day.

"(Y/N), I'm going to get skinned alive if you don't have the suit with you." Your best friend - Eren Jaeger, cried on his way into the caravan, frantic eyes following the curve of your lips as you laughed at his nervousness. You turned back to get the suit from next to you before handing it to him with a reassuring smile the brunet never saw. "Mr. Ackerman? What are you doing here?"

Your attention left your best friend's frightened hues to look at the grey that had captivated you earlier and how it attempted to burn holes into the suit you'd handed over to Eren. You noticed the twitch of the raven's fingers as he held down his sleeve and a small crease settled between your eyebrows. You looked at his face, too busy connecting small pieces of the giant puzzle in your head to hear his strident retort. Eyes pinned to the wrist he oh so desperately hid using his sleeve, you realised it was the same wrist you had his name written on. Now, the chances were slim, but the possibility was there. Then you saw it - the bold lettering revealing itself as the male let go of his sleeve by mistake while his assistant hastily exited the caravan.

"I see you're the boss Eren talks about all the time, it's such a coincidence to meet you like this." You smiled at him as warmly as possible despite the fact he was obviously not in the mood to sit here and listen to you. A spiteful snort exited his nose as confirmation of your thoughts, a snort you purposefully overlooked whilst addressing his friend. "Seeing as you became times more privileged than you already were, ask me anything."

"How would you feel if I told you you just met your soulmate?" Your smile was still in the face of her abrupt question but your shoulders went stiff. Your eyes were pinned to the raven's wrist and the writing on it as his hand reached out towards the red-head. "I don't really mean myself---" She began explaining before you cut her off, smile falling off your red lips.

"I know you don't." You reprimanded yourself for the cold voice and the hostile gaze, but it was inevitable - your soulmate was here and he wanted nothing to do with you. It was a little disappointing despite the fact you were used to the idea of things not going according to a fairytale-like plan if you ever happened to meet him. You took a deep breath and attempted a wide smile. "I'm aware of who my soulmate is and I wish to say that all and every other question is welcome as long as it doesn't concern this topic."

"Why did you write the book then? If you hadn't even met your soulmate?" The girl's emerald hues were bright as they tried to get under your skin, but your walls were tall and heavily guarded despite your nervous countenance. You gazed into your soulmate's eyes with that very same disappointment you'd always told yourself you wouldn't come to feel if he were to reject you.

"I waited for quite some years and then I gave up on it. I guess the book was my manner of coping with the inevitable fact that I would be left alone." You chuckled, amused yet sad, and your fingers tugged at the sleeves of your trench coat shamefully. You wanted to hide the words from all eyes in the room, including your own.

"Then this is great for you---" The red-head was grinning and you flinched at her words, taken aback by her behaviour. "I'm sorry but you don't understand how big this is---" As excited as the emerald-eyed female felt, her companion clearly supported another kind of emotion.

"Isabel stop it." The raven's hiss made the hairs on your neck stand up as Isabel looked back at him pleadingly. This man was your soulmate, the soulmate who didn't want you - the thought made your lips purse as you watched the two friends bicker. "You cannot treat her like a friend minutes after meeting her just because whatever she writes shows up on me." His cold tone made your eyebrows furrow in slight hurt despite the fact he was telling the truth. You were friends with neither of them, you'd come to learn their names mere seconds ago.

Your eyes were pinned to the floor and you felt their angered voices were muffled to a point the words they spoke were no longer distinct. This hadn't gone according to any of the scenarios you'd spent years building in your head - not one of them. It was a lot worse, if you were to rate so yourself. Your thoughts were cut off by Isabel's upset exclamation - so loud it made you look up from the floor of the caravan.

"That's exactly why you should take everybody's feelings into consideration this time!" The slam of the vehicle's door closing sounded a second later, making your shoulders jump. You and the raven-haired male sat quietly before you decided to get it over with and speak up.

"A bit awkward, this seems. Nevertheless, I feel obligated to apologise. I figured awhile back you probably find my little notes annoying and started carrying a notepad, but I forgot it in my haste this morning." A warm smile made its way over your lips in spite of the awkward atmosphere and the clear irritation the male across from you felt. He didn't dare face you and your smile softened sadly as your eyes narrowed at him. "I realise you... detest me probably?" The question mark shouldn't have even been there because the positive answer was clear as day.

"I wish I did, I honestly do." The male brushed a hand through his locks and looked up at your confused expression. As to clear the crease from inbetween your eyebrows, the raven continued after letting out a tired sigh. "I don't want a soulmate... but today I told myself that if I saw you once more I would make an attempt to get your name." The admittance slowly slipped past his lips, making your smile broaden bitterly because you, too, had considered asking his name when his turn to enter the caravan came, only to stumble upon the fact you'd known it for the entirety of the past four years during which he'd been Eren's boss.

"And I turned out to be the person you wished to meet the least." You added softly, making his lips purse as he met your gaze and gave a small nod. This was funny - both of you had thought of flirting with each other, one way or another, and circumstances just had to make you soulmates as well. It wasn't fair. "I apologise for disappointing you like this." You chuckled weakly before his grey bore into your (e/c) and you decided not to give up on the captivating hue just yet. "Maybe instead of my name, I can give you a copy of the book you wrote down on your arm, seeing as it is my favourite and I have two of it on my shelf."

"If it wouldn't be too big a bother." He said after a visible inward argument went down in his mind and you grinned at his pale visage. This wasn't how you'd imagined him - not this short, this angry and this hard to read, but you weren't exactly complaining because you were sure you were also very far from being his type.

"None at all. I'll give it to Eren and he'll---"

"I'd prefer it if you were to give it to me personally." He stated, cutting you off and making your eyes widen in surprise. You blinked at him, innocent and clueless as a brainless animal, when it dawned on you he was willing to follow Isabel's advice and give you a chance. How nice the word chance sounded all of a sudden - better than every other word you held knowledge of. You nodded at him, smile giving away the pure unfiltered happiness you felt. Offering his hand so you could both stand up and go your separate ways, Levi Ackerman didn't seem that bad a soulmate anymore. Not in your eyes and maybe not in his own.

A number of important words were what brought you to the fateful place where you now stood - amongst them being the little syllables forming his name, the colour of his eyes and every single quote from the book you wrote - but the little word chance was the least expected and, in the end, most vital.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction #reader insert #snk x reader #adore soulmate aus lol #they fill my soul pun not intended #anyways open ending and all i know for a fact i calculated the mins and have lots of easter egg details in here #hope you enjoy??

[silvysartfulness]

Sent this ask a while ago but Tumblr most likely ate it so I'm gonna copy and paste it: Just read chapter 46 and as usual it was a rollercoaster of emotions, can't wait for the next one 💚 Glad to see our disaster trio have a new plan, but unfortunately I think they're gonna fail once again because if this story follows Cql canon, Lan Xichen is supposed to be in seclusion so the letter won't be able to reach him nor the Lan Jade is gonna be interested in becoming Chief Cultivator. Wangxian are traveling the world right now, so the only authority figure they're gonna find in Cloud Recesses is... Lan Qiren! Good luck with that 🤣 Unless you don't plan to change LxC's decision and have him out of seclusion for whatever reason. Honestly, I hoped our heroes would reach Guanyin Temple in time to change Jin Guangyao's fate but unfortunately that didn't happen. I'm a huge XueYao fan (as partners in crime, not lovers) so I wanted to see XY and JGY interact more 😔 Changing topic, I think SongXue's quarrels at this point are caused by misunderstandings and unspoken feelings rather than by grudges of the past. From his pov, XY after the sweet moments they spent last night where SL was gentle and seemed to care about him (he was almost convinced), was expecting to see at least some glimpses of that change of attitude the day after, but for his own disappointment SL went back to his stoic behavior as if last night never happened. XY at that point thought that the last night meant nothing to SL and was hurt, so he went back being hostile. He most likely thinks that SL is an hypocrite who in private acts sweet with him to get what he wants and later act as if nothing happened, a double faced asshole who dates two ppl at the same time where one is the official lover who proudly presents to the world, the other is the secret lover destined to stay in the shadows because is ashamed of him. And he's most likely still convinced that SL wants him gone so him and XXC could love each other without obstacles. That's why XY suggested that XXC doesn't know SL so well as he believes, he pretends to care when he really doesn't. XY is a pessimistic guy, so of course can't really see nothing but negative things.

When it comes to SL, at this point he's perfectly aware that pretending to not have feelings for XY is useless, but is not ready to use the "love" word to describe his emotions. He's living an inner turmoil, deep dows he knows to be in love with XY but still sometimes feels guilty for loving him because of the memory of Baixue ppl and because he's "cheating" on XXC. SL is a man who shows his emotions through actions rather than words so at this point he'd expect XY to get that, if not that he cares about him, at least that he doesn't want him gone. But when XY accuses him of being disappointed because with JGY dead, he'd lost his chance to get rid of him, he feels outraged and hurt so he just leaves. So yeah, both are expecting from the other a certain behavior/understanding and when they're disappointed in their expectations, misunderstandings happen. I think at some point said misunderstandings will cause a heated conversation between SongXue and in that occasion, XXC could overhear something about their secret affair. At this point XXC has two choices: one is to feel hurt and betrayed and to dump them both and the other is to feel relieved about SongXue loving each other so that he won't be forced to choose between them also because in this case, neither XY or SL would willingly play the 3rd wheel role, XY in particular. One of them would be forced to go away.

Looking forward to the next chapter, bye 👍🍬💋

Oh, man, I'm so so sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this!

I LOVE long amazing comments like this, they're absolute life fuel for me, but they can also be a bit overwhelming to respond to!

THANK YOU, truly, for writing such an amazing long message, I can't thank you enough, it's absolutely wonderful!

As for how the future plot (and the poor characters' struggle to make Xiao Xingchen's great dream come true) play out, that is of course something you'll have to read the rest of the story to find out! There's quite some way to go yet, and the trio have only just found out about some of the major changes happening in the cultivation world, making their plans best they can for now.

And Song Lan and Xue Yang... Yeah. They're very much talking past each other, but also themselves. Song Lan, at least, has enough self-insight to (very very grudgingly) admit to himself that he has grown fond of Xue Yang. maybe even more than that. He still doesn't like thinking that thought to the end.

Xue Yang, on the other hand, is notoriously bad at parsing emotions, his own and others', and so remains blissfully unaware not only of Song Lan's affection, but the fact that he himself has grown to love Song Lan, too. He's such a mess, I love him. ♥

So no, he's not even aware that Song Lan likes him, and so not hurt by the idea that he doesn't. If anything, he's a bit disappointed, because teasing Song Lan with sexual innuendos is fun, and the next morning Song Lan was completely unfazed, and thus boring. The way he brushed his hear real tenderly was nice though...

And yes, as you say, Song Lan is trying to convey his torn affections through gifts and gestures, and so far it's hit-or-miss whether Xue Yang even realizes, not to mention how he'll react. Poor Song Lan. He never asked for this chaos in his life. XD

Their relationship is incredibly complicated, and will keep being complicated as they go forward, though at least there is profound fondness there now. Whether the idiots in question want to admit it or not. 😁

Thank you so much again for your long comment! Chapter 47 is currently being beta'd and translated, so if everything goes to plan, I'll post it next week!

#asksilvy #the happy songxuexiao roadtrip story

[saturnsorbits]

I’d love to be in your event if it’s still open! (If it’s not just ignore this lmao and I’m sorry) Found ur blog recently and I love it so much that I wish I found it sooner <3 Also, Congrats! :D this is such a cool event!!

Shinshou [MHA] and I have been together for a year and we’re spending our anniversary together stargazing in a nice private spot. But it’s a day before I leave the country for work so it’s very bittersweet. I was hoping for some angsty smut.

Hi, Hello, Hi.

Thank you so much, that's so sweet of you to say! 🥰💕

Cassiopeia

-> Shinso; Star Gazing; 1.1k.

TW: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fingering.

You're lying on the roof of Shinso's old beat-up Ford, the one he refuses to sell because it's 'lucky'. Lucky because it's the first car he ever got laid in – a night he still devoutly refuses to let you forget.

The stars glitter above you, shining like diamonds or fire-flies, or something else vaguely romantic enough for you to forget tomorrow. Reaching out, Shinso points to Ursa Major and traces it. Running his fingertips across the sky, he collects star light on his fingertips, dips his hand into space and located the constellation he's searching for.

'That one.' His voice is small. 'Reminds me of you.'

It's Cassiopeia, although you don't know that, not yet. You pause, reach your own hand into the sky and prod at another constellation.

'That one reminds me of you.'

He smiles. It's Cepheus. 'Do you know what it means?'

You shake your head.

Shuffling on the roof, the metal creaking under his weight as he twists to lay on hip and elbow, he looks down at you. 'It's the king.' He arches an eyebrow, tongue poking out from behind rounded teeth and smirks.

You hit out at him, already giggling.

'That's no way to treat royalty.' He drawls.

Aiming another weak punch at the join between his shoulder and chest, you're about to lash out at him again when he stops you. Hands wrapping your wrists, he pins you down effortlessly before rolling over you. His nose grazes yours, his breath hot and fanning the skin of your cheeks with each gentle pant that leaks from his mouth.

From where you lay, trapped beneath him, you can still see the stars. They’re glistening, burning somewhere millions of miles away, but when you squint you can swear they form a crown a top his head. It’s fitting, you think. A subtle show of fates hand that you’d somehow plucked the king constellation from the sky, because right now, leaning over you framed by the stars, he looks breath-taking.

'I'm going to miss you.' He mumbles it against your lips that open at once to slot against yours.

You pull back after barely a peck. 'I'll miss you too.' Now, when you shift your gaze to the stars, their distance feels like a mockery. You wonder if you and him will burn out exactly like they do.

'I know...' Breathing deep, he rests his forehead to yours. 'I know it's not forever, but... Fuck. Couldn't they have booked your flight a week from now, or -.'

'It was the only one they had -.'

'- Available, I know. I'm not mad, I'm just -.'

'- sad.' You bite your lip and swallow down the lump in your throat. 'Me too.'

He smiles then, but it's crooked and sad, tired from holding back the storm in his chest that is just waiting to try and destroy him. It won't. Not yet anyway. Not until it's not your anniversary any more and you're waking him up far too early so he can wave good bye to you at the airport. 'I'm really going to miss you.'

'Show me...' Wriggling one of your hands free, you cup his cheek and smooth a thumb across his skin. 'Show me how much you're going to miss me.'

Something glazes in his eyes then, his pupils blowing out as he swallows and nods. 'Okay... Yeah, okay.' The next kiss he presses to your lips is deep. Tilting his head, he pours himself into your mouth trying to show you what he knows his words can't say. He'll miss you. Sure. But, it's more than that. There's a piece of him that'll be lost, gone with you while you're away and he's not too sure just how he'll cope.

''Toshi.' You gasp when his lips move to you jaw and trail kisses down your throat, but before you can move, before you can reach for him and demand more, he's collecting your wrists in his hand again and pinning them to the roof together.

'Let me...' He breathes on your collarbone, placing a wet kiss into the groove. 'Let me show you.'

'Fuck...' Your spine curves from the car when you feel his palm skate up the inside of your thigh and grope at you over your pants. He cups your cunt, letting his thumb press to your clothed clit making you buck into his hand. Already, there's a furnace in your stomach, bubbling and tightening, threatening to spill over as his knuckles drag up, up, up.

His face is flushed when he finally takes a break from littering your neck with kisses to look at you. He's hard in his jeans, desperately so, as all the times he's explored your body before replay on the backs of his eyelids and make his cock twitch. 'You gonna let me make you feel good, Sweetheart?'

Humming you arc up into him, trying to press closer. 'Please... Make me, make me feel good, 'Toshi. Wanna – wanna feel good.'

'Okay, baby.'

A smile takes his lip when he kisses you then, making you forget where you are. So lost in him are you, that you don't even realise that he's slipped his hands into both your pants and your underwear until his fingertips rub your clit and cause a moan to rattle your lungs.

'That's it... Good girl.' Doubling his efforts, he dips his head to your chest and takes the zip of your shirt between his teeth. Yanking it down slowly, he makes sure to look you in the eye as the shirt falls open, exposing you to him.

'Shit...' Still trapped, you're forced to do nothing more than wriggle as he licks a stripe up your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. You're burning up, you can feel it. Your stomach bubbles, making you want to press your thighs together or wrench your hands free, but you're able to do neither as Shinso simultaneously sucks at your tit and slips two fingers into your cunt.

You look ethereal with pleasure shooting up your spine and your name on his lips. So ethereal that it's almost easy to forget that this might be the last time he's able to have you like this. The thought sours his stomach, but before he can free fall into something darker you're forcing your body up and into his hand.

''Toshi, please... Please, I don't want to wait. Don't want -.'

He nods. Curling his fingers, he beckons you closer to orgasm, desperate to engrave this time into the deepest parts of his mind. He'll need it. After all: at least tonight you have each other.

Tomorrow however... Well, tomorrow at least you'll still have the stars.

#saturnsoneyeardown

[wooshofficial]

jaylen and scrap murphy OK SO BASICALLY u know how jaylen is super angsty all the time always about the people shes hurt & the pain shes caused others well scrap murphy is the one perfect example of jaylen being able to do some good for somebody.

jaylen killed 12 people by unstable in season 7. 14 players were released after jaylen helped the hall stars beat the pods (minus one for axel trololol, who wasn’t originally dead, is 13). the one person making up the difference- the one person who could not have been there if not for jaylen- was scrap murphy, who joined only because seb t, one of her unstable, died again during the game.

i think that scrap looks up to jaylen. both pitchers, they both died within a season of each other—each the first player on their respective teams to die—and if not for later events easily would have been totally forgotten by the fans and by the narrative. (jaylen saved scrap from that fate.) they have a lot in common. but at the same time jaylen is everything scrap is not- she’s a star player, she’s good at the game, she has adoring fans.

to jaylen, scrap is living proof that she is capable of doing good- that she’s not as evil as people make her out to be. to scrap, jaylen is his savior.. but then she needs saving too.

they’re both hurting. and in the other each of them finds the kind of comfort that only they could give to each other.

i had a fic half finished where they talk to each other about this stuff- set in the shadows circa season 15 with scrap visiting jaylen there, to a backdrop of chorby soul—newly resurrected, like jaylen was, and scrap’s former teammate—wreak havoc on both of their teams.. i wanna finish it but idk if i have the time jskdjd

also theyre t4t ok bye

CARC OH MY GOD. This. OUGH. Yes.

Personally I am of the “Scrap Murphy is a physically Older Man” headcanon group but I can SO see it. It’s in my minds eye. Carc you absolute fucking genius I am so [eats this] [eats this] [eats this] [eats th-

ALSO ABSOLUTELY THEY ARE BOTH TRANS. HOW HAVE WE AS MILLS NEVER DISCUSSED TRANS SCRAP BEFORe oh my godddddd

Also I wanna read that ficcccc send me a wip I will so totally consume it chew it like gum and savor it like one would a fresh delicious meal I am so normal I promise

#woosh answers #ofhiddenthings #jaylen hotdogfingers #scrap murphy #CARC. CARC I AM SO NORMAL #t4t angst couple my beloved

[blossominghunnie]

01

Minnie's POV

I was packing for the road trip I would be having with my boyfriend, Eric, my sisters Madelaine, who's the youngest and Maelyn, who's the oldest, and my friends Josephine, Blake, HueningKai, Jeno, Dorothy, Jaeden, Evangeline, and Louis. Oh, and Jaeden's annoying best friend, Summer.

And it's not that I didn't like her, she was just... very hyper and VERY talkative. She also wasn't a fan of me, I never knew why. Maybe it was just because I was very close with Jaeden and she was jealous? I would discover that later.

Anyway, after an hour I finally finished and decided to lay in my bed and watch Netflix.

I was halfway through True Beauty's last episode when I heard my ringtone, Movie Star by CIX. I picked my phone with a smile knowing who was calling.

“Hi!”

“Hello, beautiful.” Eric spoke, I knew he was smiling too. “How are you? Ready for the trip?”

“I'm kinda tired but yeah! Super excited.” I spoke happily. “You?”

“Same, can't believe it's gonna be our last trip with everyone. But, it's gonna be fun and we're going to remember it for the rest of our lives.”

“Yeah, that's true.”

“Anyway, I'm very bored right now and I reallyyy miss you, can I go see you?” I knew him so well that I could see his cute pouting and irresistible puppy eyes, which made it hard to resist.

“Sure, honey!” I giggled.

“Great! See you in a bit!”

“Okay, love you!”

“Love you too, Min!”

I ended the call smiling. He was so adorable, and always made my heart melt.

I resumed the show and minutes after I finished it my door opened, thinking it was Eric I almost jumped out of my bed but stopped when I saw it was my older sister, Maelyn.

“Hey, Tina!”

“Hey, Big Sis.” I greeted her. “What's up?”

“Sooo...” I could tell she was a little nervous. “You remember the blind date that Marisa set me up?”

“Yeah! You told me a few days ago that you would tell me the deets later!” I said remembering her words. “Is this my lucky day?”

“It is!” She laughed. “Are you free right now?”

“Yep, Eric's coming but he won't be here in like an hour or two, you know his house is kinda far away and he isn't the fastest.”

“True.” She smiled and sighed, while walking to my bed and sitting by me. “You won't believe who was the boy I went out with.”

I thought for a second, the only crush I knew my sister had was Braeden and I doubted it was him, since he moved to LA when the two of them were in their Junior Year.

I shook my head, as I didn’t know. “Who?”

“Braeden.” I guess I was wrong.

“Whaat? Really?” She nodded. “This can't be a coincidence, I know it's fate!”

“You and your fate. It's obviously not, it was just luck, I guess.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” I rolled my eyes. It was quiet for a minute until I had an extraordinary thought. “What if he comes with us to Springfield?”

“What? Why?” She started becoming stressed. “I don't think that's a very good idea, Tina.”

“Why not, Mae-Mae? You'll get to spend time with your crush and I get to make fun of you when you do something embarrassing. It's a win-win.” I said jokingly, well half jokingly. She gave me a bad look. “I'm kiddinggg. It'll be fun!”

“I don't know, Little Sis.”

“Just think about it, okay? But do it fast because the trip's only two days away.” We laughed a little and she just nodded.

“Okay, I will go now. I want to watch Supernatural before dinner. See you later, Tina!” She spoke while getting up from my bed and walking out the door.

“Bye, Mae-Mae!”

I really hoped my sister said yes. Braeden was pretty cool and I always thought they would look cute together.

After that encounter, I decided to rewatch Cobra Kai while I waited for my boyfriend. And yes, I had watched it before but it had become one of my favorite shows. I had binge watched it so many times I lost count.

I was on the second episode when my door opened, again. I was under my covers so I lazily stretched my neck to see who it was. It was my slow but cute boyfriend, smiling at me.

“Hi, cutie.”

“Hi, sweetheart. Missed me?” He asked, as he walked towards my bed and layed next to me.

“Me? Apparently you're the one that can't live without me.” I teased him.

“Can't argue with that.” He gave me a quick kiss and hugged me tightly. I loved his embrace, he was so cuddly. “Are you seriously watching CK, again?”

“Duh, obviously. There's no such thing as too much Robbie Keene.” I smiled at him, teasingly. “Look at him! He's so cute!”

I could see him roll his eyes playfully. “Cuter than me?”

“No one's cuter than you, honey.” I winked at him, which made him blush.

“You guys disgust me.” We heard an annoying voice in the corridor, which made us look at it.

“It's not my fault that you're single and that Kai doesn't look at you that way.” Madelaine rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue at me.

“I hate you, Mins.”

She slammed my door, so I yelled at her. “Love you too, Mads!”

After that I turned to my boyfriend with a smile. “Please tell me we're not turning into one of those cheesy couples.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“Hmm, I don't know.” We laughed and he hugged me tighter.

We spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching Netflix.

Who knew that that would be the last time in a while that we would be happy and in peace.

Synopsis: In which a group of friends decide to go on a trip together and end up being stuck in a terrifying adventure.

Prologue ≈⌲ 02

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