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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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touya todoroki x fem!reader; quirkless!au, smut, enemies with benefits (?), enemies to lovers. pining, fluff, angst. BE AWARE.

enemy!touya who has been a pain in the ass for you since middle school, after you went to a charity party with your family. your fathers, both business, are sworn enemies for each others and looks like their kids were bound to follow behind their steps seen how right off the bat you were irked by the boy as soon as your eyes locked with his arrogant ones from across the huge hall of the hotel the party was. it was hate at first sight.

enemy!touya who since he found out you two go to the same school, but are in different classes, had taken a liking to push your nerves way too much. the white haired boy used to come to your classroom every-damn-day for the sole purpose of ticking you, sometimes it worked and others it didn’t, touya still had fun teasing you regardless like the insufferable bastard he is.

enemy!touya with whom you have battles over who gets the highest score in the mid-terms and final exams going on since the day you saw his name above yours, right after the “#1”, when his name had always been “#10” at most to this day, meaning he had started to be serious only now. that little shit had started to call you “miss number 2” so much that everyone in your school knew it and sometimes even used it to poke fun at you, getting death glares in return of course. nevertheless to say that since then, no matter how much you bend backwards, touya is always a step ahead of you and that made you hate him even more, especially when he boasts about it to you on purpose.

enemy!touya who kept this shit up throughout high school and even now that you two are in college, because he’s an arrogant piece of shit just like that and you really didn’t want to have nothing to do with him, even more since he has grown a whole ass fanclub that has threatened you from your junior years of high school until the last one. you trying to distance yourself from touya though, has unfortunately made him become even more annoying than he already was and with that your hate for him only grew.

enemy!touya who has now started to become unnecessarily touchy and intimate with you; arm always nonchalantly circling your shoulders as the two of you with your groups of friends walked through the campus before you swat his arm away, him shamelessly stealing a bite from your food or a sip from your drink like it was nothing before you snapped back at him to eat/drink his own, sitting next you at the lessons where you two were together in and resting his arm behind you long the bench as bored turquoise eyes looked at the blackboard (seemingly) without interest.

enemy!touya who taunts you everytime he proposes to do something but you tap out, because you’re tired of dealing with him, and your competitive ass of someone who hates losing falls for it everytime, like it happened a friday where touya said that there was a party at his house that night asking you and your friends if you girls wanted to tag along. everyone said yes basically hanging from his lips, but frowning annoyed you declined and were about to leave, telling him to say hi to his siblings for you, when the white haired boy smirking taunted you about being so stuck up and boring, someone who doesn’t know how to have fun or relax and that did indeed push a nerve into you. before knowing it, you were at the his house wearing a short silver dress that reached your mid-thigh and left your back bare.

enemy!touya who has been looking your way intensely since you’ve arrived with a gaze that you didn’t know how to decipher, but it had made you shiver a few times for some reason that were oblivious to you. regardless, that room was getting way too hot for your likings so, leaving the cup you were holding on the table, you excused yourself and walked toward the balcony to get a breather.

enemy!touya who followed you outside like a lost puppy, in his own house, and admire your beautiful figure leaning to the balcony handrail looking at the city view in front of you lost in thoughts. he walks towards you and leaning down to the side of your face he whispers in your ear “hey there princess, how come you’re here all alone?” making you flinch and turn in surprise back to him, nearly bumping into his chin with your head. you tell him that you’re just out there for a breather while shooing him with an hand and a roll of your eyes, proceeding then to turn your back at him while flipping your hair touya’s way, not knowing that it made his eyes darken and smirk grow wider.

enemy!touya who runs the back of his fingers from between yours shoulder blades until they nearly reached your lower back, making you straighten up as your breath got caught in your throat. what the hell was happening exactly? and why his touch made your belly churn like that? you hear him cackle before he’s by your side at your left, mocking the naivety of his sweet virgin y/n.

enemy!touya who is utterly shocked when you tell him you ain’t virgin since a long time ago and– wait, is that irritation inside his cerulean eyes or are you seeing things? touya grins, a cold one, staring at you with an icy gaze as he comments on how you were such a little minx despite your innocent looks, which made you snap back at him that just like everyone you had your few experiences that were none of his business. he snorted taunting you about how sour you were despite those so called experiences and leaning toward your ear the boy whispered “then none of those losers satisfied you...”, you nearly choked on your spit and were about to answer back at him when touya kept talking “wanna bet i can fuck you right?”, his arm went to surround your waist, a warm hand of his resting on your hip as he held you close to his side.

enemy!touya who just like that has you laid down onto his bed, one of his hands pinning your wrists above your head while the other is running slowly from your knee to your thigh, giving it a squeeze as his mouth sucked on the side of your neck, while you were panting against his ear and pressing your thighs together. he clicked his tongue, smirking wolfishly against your skin, before going to shove his hand between your legs and palm your cunt, a groan escaping his mouth when touching your heat from over your panties he could feel his fingers get drenched “so wet and i didn’t even do anything...”, he giggled amused, face to face with you now looking down at you hungrily, while rubbing fervently his middle and forefinger long your clothed slit “i’m gonna fuck you so good y/n.”, and oh... he so did.

enemy!touya who didn’t waste time and asked you right away to become ‘enemies with benefits’, since you insisted that you two weren’t friends; when you asked him why, he simply told you that your compatibility in bed was just too good to not make a use of it “besides, you might want to let off some steam from time to time...”, he reasoned while laying with arms crossed behind his head on the bed while you were at the edge of it picking your panties from the floor and well... it wasn’t that bad of idea, he made you actually think about it. suddenly touya’s hands were on your thighs parting your legs slowly while his face came out from over your shoulder, his lips ghosting an inch away from your face as his eyes looked intensely and alluring into yours “and i’ll be right here, to welcome you with open arms.”, and his tongue was inside your mouth, sealing that accord for good.

enemy!touya who fucks you into oblivion whenever you’re having an hard day, never missing a chance to point out how his dick fits perfectly inside your pussy now and when you reply him that “it’s because you fuck me way too much, touya you horndog hmpf!”, a moan reverberating in the room making what you said sound so-damn-hot to his ears, just like that he started to pound harder and deeper into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, and god... he always make you see the stars at each thrust “talking like– ngh–! you ain’t fucking horny yourself princess–!”

enemy!touya who, after only a month since the start of your relationship, is slowly starting to become possessive towards you already; which was stupid to him because you two were just fuck buddies for fuck’ sake! then why was he being so dramatic and pissed over some random classmate making you laugh? you laugh with him too (now), so what?! and why was he fucking you dumb onto your desk, in the empty classroom, out of spite? for what? so fucking uncool. but it was so damn satisfying how you moaned like that... “a-ahh! touya! yes! harder! m-oh-re please!” without a single care in the world about you two being in a public space. he bended forward to press his chest flush against your back, while playing with your breast, his pelvis slapping harder against your ass making you moan in bliss at every thrust. god— he loves you so ba— wait, what? he stopped, stilling inside of you right away, staring at the wood of the table with wide eyes. what did he just thought? that was absurd why would he– suddenly the palm of your hand was gently on his cheek, snapping him out from that thought “touya... you okay there?”, his heart fluttered at hearing your voice so soft, sweet and hoarse, he gulped before replying curtly to you in a breathless whisper kissing you deeply, with a passion touya didn’t knew he had and fuck... it felt so good his dick got even harder, hips starting to move slowly against yours, while his chest swell up with a warmth he couldn’t ignore anymore at this point.

enemy!touya who has finally come to terms with his newfound feelings for you, but didn’t voice them out or knowing you you were going to end your current “relationship” on the spot and he didn’t want that, because then things would go back to how they were before meaning you weren’t going to smile, joke around or bicker with him anymore, so he thought that it was better to keep them to himself, that way he won’t lose you. unfortunately things keep getting harder, because everytime touya holds you as you two have sex he wants more than just that and automatically his hips snap against yours sharply, as if to engrave himself into you with each thrust, and that makes it harder for him to keep his true feelings hidden.

enemy!touya who out of nowhere has started to take you on dates, it wasn’t only that that was weird to you but also how recently he’s been more touchy and overall gentle with you in a whole new way. after you two have sex he stays in bed cuddling instead of going out on the balcony to smoke, he now actually showers or baths with you instead of just having sex right then and there, he has even started to have conversations (deign of that name) with you about more things other then when and where are you two going to meet up for sex; touya seems to genuinely care for you whenever he takes you home, you two go shopping, helps you look over subjects you didn’t get. it was so different from all the other times, your heart now can’t help but flutter when he pats your head or smiles your way, it was bound to get bad for you if he kept this up.

enemy!touya who went out of his way to throw you a surprise birthday party, at his house, leaving you utterly speechless especially after seeing him in all his beauty walk up to you with laughing at your shocked expression before he sneaks an arm around your waist accompanying you to his room, so you could get changed into the blue silk dress he picked up especially for you and when you walk out from the bathroom touya nearly faints at how beautiful you are in his favorite color. smirking he walks up to you holding something in his hand that, after asking you to hold up your hair, he puts around your neck before moving away with a satisfied and cocky smile “now you’re all set princess.”, when you look down your eyes see a silver necklaces with a ‘T’ pendant decorated in rhinestones. thinking about how much of a boyfriend thing this was, your cheeks turned flame red as you murmured a “thanks...”, his hand goes to rest on top of your head before sliding to the nape as he pulled you to him in the warmest hug he has ever given you “happy birthday y/n”, it was then that you realized the bittersweet reality: you’ve fallen in love with touya todoroki.

enemy!touya who has noticed how you look at him, sometimes, like you have something to say but as soon as he turns to you you turn the other way, which as you can guess pissed him off quite a lot. so one day touya took you aside to talk “what’s your deal y/n? turning silent on me out of nowhere, the fuck goes on?”, you’re silent for a few seconds before breathing in deeply at looking up at him trying to not let it show that you were sad about your following words “let’s end all this touya.”, at hearing you say that his heart sank and he felt like the ground was disappearing from under his feets, swallowing thickly with weak voice and eyes slightly teary he asked you why you wanted to stop your relationship out of the blue and when you replied to him that “i just can’t do this anymore...”, he felt his heart crack a little more “what? did you find someone you like or some shit along that?”, when the white haired boy saw you blush slightly while looking away his heart broke completely, because that means you have someone you like and clearly is not him so... he has basically lost you.

enemy!touya who has been absent from school since the day you two broke things off and he left without giving you the chance to explain things until the end, what you can’t forget though is that hurt, lost and desperate look in his cerulean eyes that keep appearing behind your eyelids everytime you try to sleep. why he had looked at you that way? why did he sound in shambles when he had talked to you the very last words since your latest conversation? you need answers so bad, but unfortunately the one who could give them to you was nowhere to be found, as of now, and you have an important thing to tell him too.

enemy!touya who after a week shows up at the school’s gates out of nowhere leaning against his car, a group of girls surrounding him asking the reason of his absence and telling touya that they’ve been on short of eyecandy for the whole time he didn’t attend school. you rolled your eyes pissed at how not only touya has been absent for a whole week without telling anyone if he was okay, but he also had ignored totally your calls and messages, then he shows up out of nowhere acting like a goddamn celebrity making your worries turn into anger and jealousy, because he kept smiling and sweet talking at those cringy fangirls of his with you standing right there. and you feel stupid because he wasn’t your property, so acting jealous now after the last thing that happened between you two wasn’t fair, that’s why you kept going your way ignoring all that crowd without noticing his turquoise eyes following you longingly.

enemy!touya who has finally catched you after you continuously avoided him for more than four days now, none of you knew how the heck did you manage to escape him everytime, but he finally has caught you and took you to his car ordering you calmly but firmly to get on. after he takes you to the sea, he stops the vehicle turning if off as before leaning tiredly against his seat and looking over at you with a loving gaze that you failed to notice, too occupied with looking outside the window trying to not burst in tears from how much you missed being with him. touya tells you to look at him and when you don’t do it his thumb and index close around your chin, forcing you to turn towards him, when he sees your face as you try to hold back your tears he’s confused “wha the–? why are you–?” “it’s your fault, you dumbass!” “mine?! what did i do now?!”, you scold him about how worried you were because he's been dead silent for a whole week and “you know how paranoid i get asshole!”, shocked, and also a little frightened by the death glares you were giving him, he listens silently to your rants until you finally spill “can’t believe you went straight up to those cringy ass horny stalkers as soon as you came back, when i’m the one who missed you the most–!”, that made his eyes widen instantly while his heart started beat faster inside his chest, he lost it even more when you realized what you just said and blushed up to your ears in embarrassment. after few seconds of silence where you were catching your breath he spoke “and why would you miss me? i thought you hated me, your enemy...”, you turned to him pouting and frowning with furrowed eyes “are you teasing me or do you really not get it?”, touya snorts amused before unbuckling his seat belt and leaning towards you, lips pressing right away onto yours in a soft and gentle kiss. when he parted away, his forehead pressed against yours as he licked his lips to wipe your lipgloss, the boy smiled “i love you, i love you so much i’m fucking scared... i’ve probably loved you since we first meet.”, you looked at him enchanted before whispering, completely smitten by him “i love you too, i love you with all my heart touya...”, that was enough for him, because the next second he had unbuckled your seat belt and pulled you onto his lap kissing you deeply, just the way both of you liked it. it took you two some time to reach this point, but now that you finally had each others there was no way any of you would let go.

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coralinnii · 2 years

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being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy pt. 3

feat. Vil, Idia, Malleus

note: no pronouns used for reader, reader is different for each character, I might write blurbs cuz I like the villain/ess genre

part 1 part 2 part 3

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For heroes to succeed, a villain must fall. Novels, films, and games taught generations to never pity the wicked who stands in the heroine’s way, but you couldn’t bring yourself to follow these sentiments. Your heart goes out to the villains and villainesses who drowned in their grief, trapped in a heartless situation, and abandoned by their beloved. Why is it their fault they fell in love with someone who doesn’t love them back? Could their lives be different if given the choice?

“Why couldn’t they be loved too?” You had your final thoughts as you drifted to sleep, only to wake in a startling new yet familiar reality.

Where is this and why do they keep calling you by the villain’s name?

Someone pinch you, you must be dreaming, right? Not only were you in your favourite romance manga, but you were also the partner of the Vil Schoenheit, your absolute bias! Yes, he was technically the antagonist of the series and you were his indifferent partner, but you were on cloud 9.

The story was that your husband was envious of the admiration the male lead, Neige and his love interest seem to so easily gain in the social circle. Eventually, his envy drove him to poison his rival and scar the beloved hero, only to inevitably be caught and ostracized. The plot painted your husband to be a vain noble that couldn’t handle competition, but you knew how hard he worked and his genuine efforts to earn his title as the perfect noble.

You raked your brain trying to figure out how to save your beloved from his frankly unfair fate, but Vil and Neige are bound to meet frequently due to their titles as the most sought-after nobles in the kingdom. Your only hope was to stop your husband’s plot to poison the count’s son and save his image.

You reincarnated before this expected event and not wanting to ask your husband to not poison someone (no matter how handsome he’d be, that is not a look you want to see), you waited for that impending day in hopes to foil it.

But who said you couldn't find some enjoyment? Afterall, you had the luxury of being in the same household as your favourite character. If you weren’t at the mansion helping as much as you can to ease the burden on your husband, you spent your time singing praises for your beautiful beloved to anyone who was willing to hear. Your consistent praise has been said to rival the famous count and Vil’s closest knight, Rook.

“He’s so amazingly patient with me, teaching me my duties as part of the Schoenheit family!” “He’s the image of grace and elegance! His cool eyes leave me in tears! Of happiness, of course!”

Vil was not blind to the change in his partner, but he doesn’t really question it as all he wanted from you was a partner that would not disgrace the family name. He ignored the feelings of warmth when you smiled at him every time you two passed by each other at home, as though he was the center of your whole world. He did ponder for a moment how strange it was that the innocent energy that Neige exude irks him was almost endearing when it was you. Speaking of which, why were you so close to that man?

Even if Vil is your favourite, you were a fan of Neige as well. He was as sweet as the story wrote and you learned that he admired your husband as well (the hours of appreciating Vil were frequent). Plus, being as close as you could give you a higher chance to stop the poisoning attempt. Unfortunately, high society was hungry for gossip, and you became their favourite treat.

“Have you heard, Schoenheit’s newest partner has been seen around the adorable count heir” “Like a moth, always attracted to the prettiest things~”

Vil knew not to take rumours seriously, but the whispers were fuel to the budding anxiety towards the beloved heir of the count. He saw how well-matched you were with the sweet raven-haired boy. He knew Neige would give you the time and care you deserved unlike himself who had to push you aside for the sake of his duties. He believed that you would be happier if you were separated from him for the obviously kinder man. He wanted you to be happy, he truly did.

But he still offered the poisoned glass of champagne to that wretched man.

Your face pale in dread. Your husband has never offered anyone a drink, much less his rival. He was pulled away by an acquaintance and now you were left with a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. The situation was too tricky to maneuver as all eyes were on the three of you. Knocking the glass is too inconspicuous and if left out too long, the drink would darken and be investigated, and your beloved will be the prime suspect.

You had to think fast. You had to work quick.

“Sir Neige, could I try your drink?” You smiled as sweetly as you could, hiding the nervous shake of your hands. “My drink is a bit strong for me”

Kind as he was, Neige exchanged your glasses without your husband’s notice. It only took a sip of this poison to take effect and the rest of the content would be tested and traced to the Schoenheit business. It presented as an allergic reaction when consumed but it was categorized as poison when investigated in pure liquid form. You had to do it.

Steeling yourself, you downed the drink to its last drop and stood back with a smile. It’s useless to run now so you’d have to stand there and be ready to act surprised.

You turned to see your husband, who locked his eyes with yours. You smiled in reflex, but tears were starting to fill your eyes as a burning sensation took over your throat. Before long, you felt unable to breathe freely. You cough erratically, dropping to your knees as you claw at your throat as a desperate attempt to ease the fiery pain you feel. The guards rushed to you as Neige panicked beside you, unsure of what’s happening. As your vision blurred and your conscious mind slipping away from you, you thought you heard a familiar voice scream out your name.

It had been a while since you reincarnated into this strange world. Were it not for the existence of magic and unbelievable creatures, you would alternatively think you went back in time instead.

You were “born” and raised in a family known for their strength. Members of your families have grown up to be either knights or battle strategists. You and your siblings were training rigorously as your kingdom was expecting an attack from an ambitious rival kingdom.

While your family were confident in your skills, you knew your family were worried over unpredictable obstacles, namely the vicious beasts hiding in the forest surrounding your kingdom. The royal family commanded the collaboration between your family and the Shroud family, famous for technological inventions beyond their time. That’s when you met their sons.

To say they’re different from most nobles you’ve met was somewhat of an understatement. Idia was fidgeting in his seat in front of you and your siblings, somewhat unbecoming of the heir but the most interesting is his brother who wore articles of what looked like metal coverings on his limbs and most notably the lower half of his face. You kept your mouth shut so as not to disrespect the brothers. Your siblings, mainly your tactless brother, was not as delicate.

“What is with your lazy posture?! And the small one, what is that crazy costume you have on??!” Your brother loudly exclaimed at the Shroud brothers which earned a sharp jab in the ribs by both you and your older sister. “What??”

As your sister dragged your brother out into the hallways, you took the chance to bow your head towards the Shroud brothers, apologizing for your brother’s rather brutish tone.

That surprised Idia, not the sudden exclamation of your brother but for you and your sister’s scolding over his actions. He’s used to people spewing insults towards him and his brother’s odd appearance but rarely do people apologize, especially families with such high status.

You stayed with the brothers, mainly chatting with the more talkative brother, Ortho until your family started their carriage ride home. Still, even when their mansion was out of sight, your thoughts drifted to the Shroud family, mainly the brothers. Their features were so unique and almost a work of magical art themselves, you weren’t sure if they caught you being mesmerized by their flowing blue flames of hair.

You couldn’t speak for your family, but you particularly enjoyed your visits to the Shroud family. You heard that Idia was inventing an aura radar that could help soldiers to detect the presence of magical beasts and you were impressed. But you were even more in awe when you found out he was creating a sort of battle simulation “game” using magic to project visual avatars and reviewing past battle strategies that you were happy to share with him.

“You never fail to amaze and captivate me, Idia. You are seriously incredible.”

“WH-WHAT?! You muscleheads seriously have no subtlety, suddenly saying all that!”

Idia’s mind almost becomes a disarray whenever you are here. Your forward nature leaves him a flustered mess with your honest heart and cavalier attitude towards personal space (though you do back away when asked, to his dismay relief). But he does appreciate that you seem fond of Ortho as he is to you. The younger Shroud gets excited when you offer to walk around with you, even though the both of you keep insisting the older brother to join. You were someone that is easy to love but he kept himself from falling for you because of your differences. No two people could be more opposite than you two, convincing himself that you can never be.

He was sure he could hold his feelings back, until he and his brother were invited to the send-off party by the royal family for the soldiers.

“Eeekk!! How horrid!” A noble’s daughter didn’t hide her disgust when she saw the younger Shroud brother. He typically kept his mouth guard, but he was too tempted to try the mouth-watering pastries at the party. He thought he was away from prying eyes, but he was unfortunately wrong.

“Oh my, those scars...how disturbing” More nobles gawked at Ortho while he tried to wear his mouth guard, but his frazzled mind couldn’t bring his fingers to hold still. His scars were remnants from the beast attack he barely escaped from, but high society was not sympathetic and he was pushed to hide his face and limbs.

More reactions were shared throughout the crowd, either faces of disgust or sneers. Idia who was lost in his own anxiety didn’t realize what the commotion was about until he was too late, and the crowd kept growing which kept him too far to reach his brother.

RRRIIIPPPP

A loud sound tearing cloth caught the onlookers’ attention and looked to the source of the harsh noise. You stood with your sleeve ripped from your once pristine uniform and your arm, littered with both old and new scars of various sizes.

“Do you have a problem with scars?” You almost growled your words as your gaze pierced through the attendees who looked away in fear, many physically backing away from the heat of your glare. “You all have the audacity to point at a child then call yourself of noble class?”

A few foolish souls attempted to speak back but your older siblings came to stand beside the youngest kin. Your brother sneered at them, purposefully making a show of reaching his sword and your sister, though silent, stared down at them letting be known that she won’t be stopping what may come next.

Idia was close to tears. He felt such a disconnect towards this entire kingdom for the longest time and his brother was his only light in his world. However, a different light came to him as he saw you wrapping your arms around his brother and escort him somewhere safer.

He fell hard and he can’t bring himself to hate it.

You failed to change anything. You were publicly ridiculed and your engagement with the crown prince was officially annulled. You tried so hard to protect your friendship with your betrothed so that you would hope that he could at least spare you and your family the humiliation.

Accusations were falsely proclaimed that you attempted to harm his true love and that your family wanted to usurp the current royal family. None of it was true but all of the most powerful and influential figures in the kingdom would rather believe the words of the mysterious transfer student than you. Afterall, she was the main protagonist.

Apparently in his highness’ “kindness”, your family will be ostracized from nobility and to renounce their valuables. You held your tears in the ballroom, but you couldn’t stop once you reached the empty garden, away from spiteful eyes. All of your careful steps and efforts to avoid the bad route in this accursed dating game was for naught as you still end up as the ill-fated rival for the protagonist to beat.

Once you calmed down, you finally realized a pair striking green eyes looking your way. You saw a tall fellow standing a few feet from you. It was your mysterious friend you met some time ago at this very garden. His tall stature and striking features were unmistakable. The garden was sparsely lit but he still glowed in his own way, almost otherworldly in a way.

“Dear human”

Years ago, your betrothed held a birthday party and you snuck away to be away from the judgmental stares and whispers of the nobles who idolized the prince but despised you. You walked aimlessly through the maze when a deep timber brought you out from your daze.

“I didn’t realize someone else was here” his deep voice startled you.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t notice you there either. What brings you here?” You asked but the long-haired man didn’t reply, still observing you. You then had a thought. “Oh! Are you lost?”

You remembered how you kept getting lost in the royal garden and you imagine that this new noble was too embarrassed to say it. You put on an understanding smile and held out your hand. “Please, let me help you”

His eyes widened for a small moment before chuckling before accepting your hand. As you two weaved out from the maze of a garden, you pointed out the flora of the garden that the gardener taught to you and even the mysterious nobleman added his own factoids, especially on certain statues and gargoyles. Everyone you met either had greedy intentions or quietly berated you as the fiancé of the prince, so you laughed at the refreshing conversation.

After everything that day, you were grateful for this moment of sweet peace. You reach the entrance of the garden and while a little reluctant, you retract your hand away from the new man. Afterall, you were engaged and you could ruin this man if rumours were to come of this.

“Ah I never told you my name!” You realized a little late, introducing yourself before waiting for him to do the same.

“You may call me as you please” he surprised you again. Was he ashamed of his background?

You appraised his features, pondering on a name befitting this man who was beautiful but with a demeanor that was sharp and almost dangerous.

“How about Belle Amour? Like the flower” you said which managed a slight change in his expression as his eyebrows noticeably shot up before chuckling at your choice.

“I never knew humans like you could be so charming”

Since you two have been exchanging letters. Still as mysterious as ever, he instructed you to send your letters to the home of Duke Vanrouge and he or his son would deliver his. However, you chose not to question his methods as you worried his situation was a sensitive topic.

And now, you meet again in the same garden. You smiled at him through your glassy eyes, but he didn’t return the gesture.

“I didn’t know you were coming”

“I was invited, which was surprising”

“Ah, the crown prince must have invited everyone to announce his true love and how despicable I was” you let out a heartbreaking laugh at the harsh fate of the brokenhearted. Your dark-haired friend said nothing as he saw your shaking figure and your efforts to hold back tears from returning. You didn’t deserve this, he thought.

Your escort knight found you and urged you to return so you could discuss your family’s future. You let out a sad sigh and told him to ready the carriage and you’ll meet him at the castle’s entrance.

“Well, I’m happy at least. I got to see you for the last time” you forced a smile. You assumed that once you were a commoner there was no way a noble like him would ever contact you again. “Goodbye, Mr. Belle Amour”

He kept his eyes on you and you were tempted to wait if he wanted to speak more with you. When he stayed silent, you felt a little disappointed but left with a dignified bow, turning to make your way out of the garden, to your fate according to the world’s happy ending.

Once you were out of sight, a figure akin to a young man emerged from the other side of the maze and a few steps behind the taller man.

“Such misfortune to fall on that poor child.”

“Lilia” the emerald-eyed man turned to him. “Have the men check the preparations once more. Tonight is the night”

When you reach the doors of your home, you barely register the figure of your parents as they immediately rush to your side. Their panicked and confused expressions hinted to you that they were informed of the family’s fate. As your parents asked you what happened at the party, you broke down into tears once more as you held onto your mother for support.

“Mother, I’m so sorry! The family is ruined because of me!” You cried into the older woman’s shoulders, begging for forgiveness.

Gently, your mother gently pulled you to face her. “What are you talking about? I was talking about the proposal”

Now you were the one confused. Your parents gestured you to the mountains of the gifts piled nearly from wall to wall near the entrance of your home. From the brightest of gems to the most extravagant of designer clothing were almost too much for your servants to handle as they tried to organize the seemingly endless presents.

“Duke Vanrouge’s son and his colleagues came with carriages of gifts, saying they were gifts for the family, asking for permission to court you in hopes of marriage on behalf of their master” your father explained as you surveyed each item. Your eyes landed at the large arrangement of flowers, a beautiful bloom of pink Belle Amour roses.

“Be careful!” One of your maids warned you. “Those roses have thorns!”

Despite her warnings, you reached out to find a small piece of parchment tied delicately to the stem of one of the roses. Carefully, you untied the letter from the flower and unfurled it to read:

My dear human, I will come to take you away soon.

From your Belle Amour, Malleus Draconia

Well shoot. You’ve just captured the hidden character and popular capture target of the game, the powerful Dragon King.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #idia shroud #idia x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #villainess au

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seangelfish · 8 months

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A/N: A text-fic reuploaded from my old blog (if anyone remembers). This has just been formatted differently, but the texts are the same. The add-ons are the short fics underneath each text(s). I thought it would be interesting to write the aftermath of these break up prank texts!

PRANKING THEM WITH A BREAK UP TEXT (EDEN)

Featured characters: Nagisa Ran, Ibara Saegusa, Hiyori Tomoe, Jun Sazanami

Tags: (Mild) angst to fluff, textfic to fic, established relationships

Word count: 1,502

Prompt/synopsis: Pranking the Eden members with a break up text (with aftermath)!

➽ NAGISA RAN

When the two of you were at the museum, the atmosphere was a little too tight. Nagisa kept lagging behind, although at first you thought he was just taking his time admiring all the art pieces. Was he perhaps still upset over your prank? He was smiling at you softly when he picked you up from your house, but now that the two of you were alone together, you finally realised the tension that little prank of yours had made.

"Nagisa," you said gently, taking his hand in yours. "I'm sorry..."

He was silent for a moment before responding with, "You've apologised countless of times already, (Y/N)... I forgive you."

"...But you're still upset, right? I could tell... You haven't looked at me once."

And you were right. He didn't look at you at all. His eyes were glued at the paintings on the wall as he avoided your gaze.

"You can read me well," he said softly. "That's one of the reasons why I love you, (Y/N)... So, when you sent me that text, I felt like my world shattered."

He squeezed your hand.

"We've been together for a while now, and I can't see myself with anybody but you." He turned to look at you. "(Y/N), if you're ever unhappy in our relationship, I would like you to tell me. I am willing to do anything it takes for us to work out until the very end."

Your eyes stung. He was finally looking at you again. Nagisa was concerned with your reaction, so he lifted your hand up to his lips as he kissed your palm.

"I'm sorry..." you quavered. "I love being with you, Nagisa. You're the one I'll ever love... You've been nothing but good to me... I'm sorry for playing that prank on you. I should've thought about your feelings before I did it."

He didn't care about that anymore. All he wanted was to see you smile. He hugged you carefully and your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his waist.

"(Y/N), I love you. Let's spend the rest of the day smiling, okay?"

Now that the tension was lifted, the two of you resumed your visit at the museum hand in hand. Nagisa would tell you his thoughts on some of the paintings, but out of all the art pieces in the museum, Nagisa thought you were the prettiest.

➽ IBARA SAEGUSA

Ibara wasn't mad at you for pulling that prank on him, but it did seem like he was kind of irked about it. Still, he baked you your favourite cake when he arrived home. He even bought you your favourite juice to have with the cake.

"Wow, Ibara, this is beautiful!" you commented, eyeing the cake he had just baked. "Thank you so much! Let's eat it together!"

You hugged him tight and he hugged you back automatically, but for some reason, it felt forced. When you let him go, he smiled at you sadly.

"I knew it was a prank," he began. "But are you sure you're happy in this relationship?"

That caught you off-guard. "O-Of course I am!" you stuttered, confused at the question at hand. "Ibara, I didn't play that prank on you because I was second-guessing our relationship... It was just a stupid prank, I'm sorry."

He didn't seem so sure. When you tried to hold his hands for reassurance, he didn't seem so keen to hold yours in return. His arms felt limp too as if he didn't want you to hold his hands to begin with.

"I mean..." he began. "You wouldn't pull that prank on me unless you were feeling off about us..."

"No, Ibara–"

"(Y/N), I truly do love you. Life is worth living for you. I won't bear it if we ever broke up," he confessed. "If you ever have any concerns about what I'm doing or not have been doing in our relationship, please tell me, okay? I'd like to improve. All I want is for you to be happy − for us to be happy together."

His words were so genuine that it made you tear up. It was not every day that Ibara would confess his words like this. He was so vulnerable right now compared to the replies he sent you through text. It was just a harmless prank to you, but to Ibara, it was more than that.

"I am being serious when I tell you this, Ibara, but I am truly happy in our relationship," you stated. "Despite your packed schedule, you've always made time for me, you were always so attentive and loving too. I never want to let you go."

He smiled at this. Bringing you back into his loving embrace as he stroked your hair between his fingertips. "Hahaha, alright! Enough talking about this. I want to spend the day with my lover on a happier note!" he announced, going back to his usual loud self.

➽ HIYORI TOMOE

Hiyori pinched your cheek playfully, but you could feel the anger in his action.

"You were so funny today, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed joyfully.

Oh, he was mad. Hiyori picked you up at 3 o'clock so that the two of you could visit the new bakery. He was hoping to spend the day with you, eating the desserts the establishment had to offer, but when you sent him that text, his whole mood shifted.

The tension he created lingered in the air despite the bakery's cosy atmosphere and your boyfriend's smile on his face.

"Hiyori... I'm sorry for playing that 'prank' on you..." you said carefully so that the ticking time bomb in him wouldn't explode. "Are you... No, you must be mad at me... I'm sorry."

His annoyance dissipated once he saw how remorseful you looked. He sighed as he took your hand to plant a soft kiss.

"It hurt, (Y/N)..." he admitted, looking at you sadly even if he was smiling right now. "I was so sure that I did everything right in this relationship. I was hoping that I didn't annoy you or something. I was even thinking that maybe you hated the way I clung onto you... but that's only because I love you so much...!"

He continued, "I honestly did not know what to say when you sent me that message. I tried to play it off, but my heart ached when I sent those replies. I'm glad it was a prank, but it just wasn't funny–"

"I know and I'm sorry!" you cried. The love he had for you was beautiful and genuine. You felt incredibly guilty for even trying to play that prank on him. "Hiyori, I'm sorry. I love you so much... I never want you to change the way you love me either..."

He smiled, genuinely this time. "Okay, okay, I forgive you~" he began. "Let's eat our pastries now!"

You nodded, but before you could pick up one of the tarts, Hiyori said, "Just so you know... you're the best I'll ever have too."

➽ JUN SAZANAMI

But he met up with you anyway. He ran over to the entrance of Reimei, only slowing down once he saw you waving at him so happily. The audacity that you have, to be so happy like this when he was just crying in front of his lockers.

"Jun!" you exclaimed, spreading your arms out for him.

He sucked it up though. He accepted your invitation and brought you into his embrace. You hugged him gleefully, but he wasn't feeling the same. Although his face was buried in the crook of your neck, he didn't feel as happy as he usually felt when you'd visit him at Reimei.

"Jun...?" you murmured, noticing the tension in the air. "Are you still mad at me...?"

He let you go. Now that you were able to see his face clearly, you realised how red and swollen his eyes were.

"Jun?! Were you crying?" you sputtered. "I'm so sorry! That was so stupid of me!"

He smiled at you, but it was obviously strained. "When you sent me that text, I really thought it was over for the two of us. I thought I might've done something wrong... or that I wasn't giving you enough attention. I never wanted you to be unhappy..."

"Jun..." you began. "You've been nothing but sweet to me. You make me happy everyday... I love you so much, you don't understand... I'm sorry for playing that prank on you."

Before he could say anything, you brought him into a deep kiss. It wasn't long, but it was passionate. Jun wasn't ready for it especially since he doesn't like kissing in public, but for the first time in forever, he wanted to kiss you again like this.

He was now looking at you lovingly, smiling at you lovingly. He hoped that the two of you would continue to love each other for a long time, but now, he was going to give you what you asked and came here for: a kiss — well, another one.

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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Hi there! I really enjoyed your married to aegon headcanons! Especially the spicy bit with aegon's wife and aemond ;) what do you think aegon's reaction would be if his wife accidentally (or not?! :o) moans out aemond's name while theyre doing the nasty? 😂 i bet he'd be so mad but his wife would just laugh it off like whoops sorry 😍 i really enjoyed wife's character 💜

Wrong Time, Wrong Name

At the worst time too! Aegon thrusted into you at a nice, steady pace; his cock throbbed inside you with every stroke, feeling your walls clench around him. Sex with you was the ultimate feeling. It's the best end to a night of debauchery. He gazed down to see you on the bed, legs around his waist and tits bouncing from the position. You were jaw-dropping. Eyes closed, lips parted, and body glistening with sweat, he felt so lucky to have you, his sweet sister and soulmate. He'd leaned over to kiss and suck on your breasts when it escaped your lips.

"A...Ae-e-Aemond..."

He thought he'd heard wrong at first, so he kept going.

"Aemond..."

Aegon immediately stopped. "What did you say?"

You paused, your eyes flying open as you looked up at him. "Um...uh...Aegon. I said your name, love."

"No," he said, "You said 'Aemond'."

"Don't be stupid. I never would."

"Yes, you would," he kneeled up, but didn't withdraw from you. "You called me by his name."

You sighed in defeat, "Alright, alright, you caught me. I might have..."

"Might have what? Fucked our brother?"

"Oh please, I wish. I'd have more luck seducing a horse than seducing our brother," you grumbled, staring at the ceiling. "Every time I try, he rejects me because I'm your wife."

"As he should," Aegon said, shocked by the confession.

"You cannot fault me for trying," you giggled, rocking your hips on him so his length went deeper inside you. "He's tall...handsome..."

"A complete psychopath..."

"Who definitely has a big cock..." you continued grinding and closing your eyes, "Gods, imagine if I could have you both."

"I'd, um," he shut his eyes to the pleasure returning to him, "I'd rather not share holes with my brother, thanks."

"You can take turns. You don't need to be in me at the same time," you began fondling one of your breasts. "Intelligent men like him always have a bit of depravity in them. I bet once he gets going, it's hard to get him to stop. Like some other men I know..." you smile at him, pinching one of his nipples so he winced.

"I'm not touching swords with my brother. He's a twat."

"And I wish he'd fuck mine."

"Alright, alright. That's enough. I get it."

He significantly picked up the pace so you finished quickly; he pulled out of you and sprayed it over your stomach. You never let him cum inside you. He didn’t fully know why, but he never questioned it. He didn’t want children. He’d make a terrible father, and you wouldn’t be a great mother either. Yes, everyone asked why no children came from your frequent love-making, but neither of you answered them. Lack of issue was nobody’s business but yours.

He couldn't get it out of his head: you and Aemond. If things had been different, you'd be married to him. Aegon was no fool. He saw how Aemond coveted you. He spotted the jealous gaze in his eyes whenever you and Aegon stood near each other. It surprised him that he’d rejected your advances. He supposed Aemond refusing you is another sign of his piety and righteousness. He’d never bed another man’s wife, even if he desired her.

"You know I'm only teasing," your voice broke into his thoughts.

You rolled onto your side to face him. Undeniably beautiful, he couldn't help admiring you in the firelight. You'd both always kept things fun and light, but deep down, he burned for you. Your presence is the only thing keeping him in The Red Keep. He would have flown away on Sunfyre long ago if he didn’t have you. The thought of you with Aemond, in any capacity, irked him to an extent.

"Aemond has no interest in me, even if I do attempt to seduce him,” you said, “Surely, you’ve wanted Helaena before?”

He grimaced at the thought of their empty-headed sister. "No, she's an idiot. She's not my type."

"Then, what about that serving girl? What's her name? Ellyn? The one with the big tits who pours you wine at night?"

"I've already had her."

"More than once, I wager."

"That’s different.”

“How so? You’ve actually fucked her. I haven’t done anything with Aemond.”

“But you will.”

You laughed, “What makes you think so?”

“He could only resist you for so long,” he insisted.

You saw the pensive look on his face. Guilt buried itself inside of you seeing him this way. You scooted over to kiss his lips, the ones that gave you such pleasure and comfort.

“I still wouldn’t mind both of you,” you joked, kissing him again.

“In your dreams.”

“I suppose that’s where they’ll stay,” you sighed sadly, putting your head on his chest.

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A/N: well, this added a lot more depth to a couple I never imagined working on again lol So much so....I might have written this from Aemond’s perspective???

Heerreeee!!!

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon the elder #aegon ii x you #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon drabbles #hotd drabbles #hotd fanfiction #hotd imagines

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short-and-ugly · 4 months

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Hey yuor the Skoodge guy!

Two questions:

1. What does Zim see in him?

2. What does he see in Skoodge?

Wait isn't this the same question phrased in two different ways

im gonna assume its "Zim see in him" and "He sees in Zim" for this!!!! ... im the skoodge guy.... you flatter me. far too much. eradicated.

and endeared.

i Want to answer this as unbiased as possible....... so im going to do so under the assumption that we are talking about Canon.

Zim... doesn't see a whole lot in Skoodge, I don't think. Maybe a pawn, maybe a loyal follower which he 'rightfully' deserves. But then again, Zim has been given the opportunity to have followers before, and he's never really... taken advantage of them. Mostly, Zim seems to want nothing to do with people worshiping and idolizing him! Gets all... jittery and weird. Space morons episode I think. Whichever one was the one where the alien cultists/conventionists found him.

So then if Zim doesn't see Skoodge as a follower, and pawn is still up in the air... does he see him as. A nuisance? Probably. But Zim ALSO has a tendency to regard Gir as a nuisance, despite the facts pointing towards him enjoying the robot's company/general existence.

There's not too much canon Zim-Skoodge interaction dialogue, but Hobo-13 establishes a strange dynamic of Zim bossing Skoodge around and Skoodge blindly accepting it. I don't know if that's because of the situation (Zim being the leader there) or if that's just their whole Thing, but I'm leaning towards the latter, because in Day of Da Spookies (script) their relationship remains pretty much the exact same. The only thing that changes is Zim is a lot more hostile? To Skoodge, for conquering his planet first (obviously jealous/upset that Skoodge has managed to beat his in record time, whereas Zim hasn't made much, if any progress, on Earth).

And with the Trial, too, it's clear that this is how the two have interacted with each other for a long while. I just. Have no idea why.

Skoodge just. Seems to blindly follow Zim, regarding him in just about the same light as a typical irken would the Tallest.

Taking his command with much less hesitation, too. He looks at the Tallest before going into the cannon, but whenever Zim has a plan, he takes it in stride. Even though he MUST be aware of the usually explode-y consequences that Zim's plans tend to generate. No irken wouldn't know. Is he just ignorant? I really doubt it. He's been there since the beginning. He was definitely there to see the second power outage on Irk, and the mayhem of OID1. He's just... that thoroughly blinded by his whatever that he has towards Zim.

And I really really want to call it a crush, but this is canon I'm talking about! Love doesn't exist in this show, yadda yadda, whatever! Who cares! If it isn't a crush, it's definitely the closest irken equivalent to it! Maybe Zim looks like a giant donut to Skoodge! Who knows. He's deranged. Just about as insane as Zim is. Thankfully, all his energy is directed towards surviving whatever Zim or the universe throws at him, instead of anything else. That might end up resulting in a bunch of casualties.

So. The questions. They remain!

What does Zim see in Skoodge?

I think he sees a tool. Something to be used at his disposal. Easily and readily accessible, because that's what Skoodge has molded himself to be.

And maybe, underneath that. Just the TEENSIEST tiniest bit. Zim sees an ally. (Or a friend.)

What does Skoodge see in Zim?

Everything.

Or at least way more than he should.

Or maybe he just sees someone interesting. A short irken with the complex of a taller one. Strong and commandeering despite his height. And he admires that.

thanks for letting me be insane about them. i love you dearly.

somehow this still ended up being about my specific interpretations of them. theres just so little in canon....... and i dont wanna just end it at ''zim hates skoodge and skoodge is okay with that'' because the tallest hate skoodge! and skoodge is okay with it! expects it! and the way skoodge reacts to the tallest and zim are different i think! he speaks out to purple! and obeys zim without question!

and zim....... is fine with him following him around. for the most part. he at least never kicks him out of the base. and that has to mean something

skoodge runs away a lot from things........ but he always comes back to zim

#zasr #yeah its going in there #even though that isnt the focus #actually it would be more of #if anything #zasf #but...... i have sick twisted priorities.#gerrnswers #iz analysis #i think #flop #punchbuggy #skoodge rant

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qawcamiz · 1 year

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Can i request for Heizou fluff? Thank you!

Same Interest — Shikanoin Heizou

synopsis ; you finally made a conversation with the person you admire most. you’re timid, but you maintain informing yourself that this is usual. it would be odd if you never got to talk to them likewise after all these years. the words that you've ever been unnerved to let out were, “I like you.”

notes ; sorry took me long to finish this, i was busy... Anyways I'm back!

I got c5 heizou today LMAO I felt really happy 👺👺👺

turning the page, looking up from your book. the soft sound of pages being turned fills the room, and the smell of books filling your nose.

You took in a deep breath and let out a sigh as you leaned back on the chair. you were exhausted for sure, but there wasn’t anything that could bring you to leave just yet.

you looked around the library; your eyes stopped at the bookcase sitting near you. you picked it up and started leafing through it. the pages had turned so far by then that they didn’t matter anymore so you put the book down and began reading again.

you sat like that for about an hour before someone else entered the library. you hadn’t even noticed them, too lost the novel you were reading.

you heard them clear their throat before speaking up “Night of the living dummy written by R.L Stine?" they sounded amused.

you jumped when you realized the person talking to you was standing right next to you. turning your head towards them you felt heat rush into your cheeks at the sight of who it was.

"Heizou?! Uh— y-yeah... it's written well...!" you muttered sheepishly.

he grinned before walking over to sit next to you. pulling out his book he asked, “You won't mind if I sit here, would you?" you smiled and shook your head “Not at all!”

He nodded and pulled out his book, setting it open in front of him, he grabbed his laptop laying next to him and got to work.

after a few minutes of silence between the two of you, he spoke up “You know it’s nice to find someone interested in his works, like me." He said with a small grin.

your cheeks flushed pink, he was always nice to talk to. you nodded slowly while looking up and watching the clouds pass by above your head.

you couldn’t help yourself from grinning softly at the thought of him being keen about this. He was usually really solemn and concentrated, but when you talked to him he would crack a smile or laugh, something different every time. he didn’t talk much about himself though, preferring to keep silent when he did.

You turned your gaze back to Heizou as he continued to write his work,

You thought highly of Heizou’s style, it was simple but very explicit. he used only the best materials and made them look natural. he wrote each word meticulously in the margin as though attempting to make sure they stuck to the page, making sure to indicate what he meant when he wrote it. the writing was also stunning.

You proceeded with watching him write until finally, a question popped into your head. “Hey... Why does it not have a title?” You questioned timidly.

Heizou glanced up from his computer, seeming slightly irked that someone interrupted him while writing. "S-Sorry, you can continue writing..." you rubbed your neck, and he stared into your eyes blankly for a moment.

Then he glanced away quickly, seemingly embarrassed. he furrowed his eyebrows in thought before answering, he cleared his throat and opened his mouth, "I just got an idea for its title... I think I'd name it... 'That fetching eyes'... What do you think?" he explained. You raised an eyebrow as you looked back at him “That... Fetching eyes?” you echoed.

He looked at you once more, and you swore you saw a hint of red dusting his face. “Well... I thought it might be amusing... It's a bit corny isn't it...? and it doesn't seem like something you'd normally pick. So... I thought it could use some delight.." he murmured before going back to writing.

You felt warmth rise to your face, you were pretty sure he was turning red. "no... I love it!" you chuckled. Heizou smiled slightly and glanced back at you once more. You looked over at him and noticed how his eyes seemed to twinkle like emeralds glittering. His smile was breathtaking.

You wanted to lean and touch his arm, perhaps kiss him. It wasn't frequently that people would notice you staring at people, you tended to stay near the wall and pretend you weren't even paying attention to anyone,

but he caught your eye, and now your heart was thumping against your chest and you were feeling light-headed.

"Fetching eyes huh... It's a good title, don't you agree?" he asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. you nodded and smiled at him, "Yeah, it is, How did you come up with that title though?" you asked curiously.

The corners of his lips curled up as he gave you another peek and said simply, "Because of you." he gossiped so calmly you almost missed it.

Before you could process his words you found yourself flustered once again, your eyes widening as you tried to say something but nothing came out. he giggled softly, and it sounded so lovely.

The tips of your ears burned red again.

You looked over at him once more and found him still staring at you. you felt your face grow hotter and warmer with every passing second.

He gave an apprehensive cough and went back to concentrating on his laptop, but you figured out he was concealing a smile.

—

A little too tardily you recalled that today was the day you swore to yourself you wouldn't do anything to unsettle yourself in front of him anymore.

This promise seemed to go unfulfilled though because soon you were carrying onto the strap of your backpack tightly and leaning into the wall with a large grin plastered on your face.

There's nothing wrong with admiring Heizou's looks, is there?

You felt silly and worried all at once.

You weren't one to be sheepish, but this was various.

This was Heizou; the boy who was your first friend since middle school; the boy who was adorable enough to knock over your heart. You had grown up learning that no one was ever truly pleased unless they were shrouded by other delighted people. But now you were beginning to wonder if Heizou had found someone acceptable.

Was he even capable of falling in love with anyone? Did someone like him even feel the same way? Were you reading too much into it?

But no, that wasn't valid! You knew you couldn't deny you enjoyed spending moments with him and that you were attracted to him... You just weren't sure if he felt that same way, which was probably why he was avoiding getting nigher.

Your train of thought was unexpectedly wiped out when your friend, Yoimiya, came barreling around the corner with a big grin on her face.

"I have a dare for you, y/n~ !" she practically screeched out at you, causing you to jump a little.

Yoimiya stood in front of you and positioned both hands on her hips before continuing, "I need you to confess to him and tell him how you feel for 5000¥" You felt your cheeks turn pink. Of course, your friend would want you to confess to him.

"What-" you hesitated, closing your eyes and taking a calming breath. When you opened them again, you were able to look Yoimiya in the eyes, "Who would be my victim?" You asked.

She laughed "Don't question me; ask him." she gestured toward the door, her eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes widened, and you spun around to see Heizou walking out of the library with his laptop in hand.

Your jaw fell. Of course. The last thing you wanted was for him to hear that you liked him. You couldn't imagine how uncomfortable things would get between you two if he did.

So you decided to try and fix this situation by telling Heizou that you were ready to confess to him; if he would only give attention to it.

You were planning on confessing your feelings towards him a long ago anyway, so you knew you weren't doing this for the money or to do the dare Yoimiya gave,

You followed Heizou down the hall and walked beside him silently. He sighed lightly “Y/n what are you doing?” he grumbled.

You looked at him quickly and replied “Uh… I’m ready to confess to you?” you offered nervously. Heizou raised an eyebrow at you and looked at you with slight disbelief, but he still didn't say anything.

You gulped. “I mean, I haven't confessed to anyone before, I just…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence, your eyes glued to the ground.

He hummed in response before stopping in his tracks and turning to face you. He looked at you intently for a moment before sighing and running his fingers through his hair.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to pressure you, or anything.” Heizou muttered.

You frowned, what was he talking about? “No I’ve never been more certain in my life” you mumbled looking down at the floor.

“Well then” Heizou took a step forward grabbing your chin and pulling your head up to meet his gaze “You better start thinking about what you wanna say to me, 'cause I’m not gonna wait forever.” He smirked, and he let go of your chin after letting out a small chuckle.

You felt your cheeks warm again. It was strange how much Heizou could affect you, but you couldn't help but find it adorable.

You looked down at your feet before clearing your throat, you looked back up at Heizou and held your hands behind you, balling them into fists as you tried to compose yourself.

“Listen carefully because there will only be a handful of seconds left in this scenario” He teased, raising a brow. You rolled your eyes, “Shut up… I’m sorry I should have known better than to try and figure something like this out alone, I’ll admit it was kinda stupid but…” you trailed off again before continuing.

Heizou stepped closer, placing his hands on your shoulders “Just take deep breaths Y/n, you don't have to rush, this is your chance to finally put some feelings into action!” He grinned. You nodded, trying to make sure you didn't look as nervous as you felt.

“Ok… uh… So…” you inhaled sharply and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to clear your thoughts. “Haha... I know we've been talking and spending time together recently, but honestly, it's nice having you here with me…. Even if it doesn't last long…” He smiled and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you continued speaking, “…I'm glad I get to spend those moments with you. You're my friend, and I care deeply about you.” you opened your eyes and glanced up at Heizou, waiting to see his reaction. A smile spread across his face, "I-In short, I uh.. like you.. a lot..."

"please... say something..." You waited anxiously for his answer, watching as the corners of his lips quirked up ever so slightly, "And you didn't have to say any of that." He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you softly. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and moved to deepen the kiss while pulling away from him. His arms slipped around your waist and hold you securely in place as he pulled away.

His hands lingered on your lower back, brushing over your shirt softly to hold you tight in place.

You were smiling widely, looking up at him as he stared straight into your eyes, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips.

"Is that a yes?" you asked softly. He chuckled and kissed your forehead, "mhm... a shame you beat me from confessing first." He murmured against your skin, sending shivers through your body.

He pulled away after he was satisfied with the blush adorning your cheeks. You let out a soft laugh, "You beat me too" you mumbled, smiling.

His eyes softened and he ran his thumb under your bottom lip, "you're the reason I'm going to be winning next time" he winked.

You snorted "As if you'd win."

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okay, I’m not a gatekeeper. I swear I’m not. But I genuinely cannot help but be irked when I see a hinata fan latch themselves onto characters like Neji or Sasuke. Pretending like they ~totally~ understand their characters while also horribly misrepresenting them and characterizing them like they’re from a fanfiction. Talking about how noo sasuke would love hinata if he really got to know her! He’s just so cold and unfeeling that a character like hinata could really bring out a nice side to him!1!1!1 Neji is a victim of this too but in a slightly lesser degree as most hinata fans don’t bother to ship them openly as they’re related. But that won’t stop them from characterizing Neji as someone completely and utterly obsessed with hinata to the point he grovels at her feet and is possessive of her like a “big brother.” Because if hinata called him her big brother when he died then that totally makes them siblings! Who cares if neji considers himself that! Hinata said so1!11!1!

god I dunno. Maybe I’m just being selfish in the idea I just want hinata Stans to stay tf away from Neji and Sasuke because if you like hinata and her character, there is absolutely zero chance you will be able to understand Neji or Sasuke.

Well, I don't see an issue with liking a character by itself and proclaiming yourself a fan of the rest (I'm a big fan of Ino Yamanaka and Sasuke Uchiha, two characters that stand in opposite corners thematically), yet this can be sustained as long as we respect their canonical characterizations and understand that not everything about a character is "good" or has to be justified. As for the core of your complaint, I agree, as many of these arguments are sustained on the premise of giving Hinata more relevance (romantically or politically); something that she canonically does not possess and that neither of the two previously mentioned male characters are interested in giving her.

Hinata's sole purpose as a character was based on being Neji's polar opposite during his arc (the Chünin exams are relevant to Neji, not Hinata, who is a supporting character to him) and being Naruto's admirer on certain occasions. That's it, at no point was she even mentioned or observed by Sasuke, and any narrative weight she might have carried disappeared when Neji himself was no longer necessary for Naruto's growth.

Neji's problem isn't just with Hinata (I'm surprised to have to clarify something specifically mentioned in the manga and anime), but with the entire main Hyüga family; which is why his arc doesn't close until Hiashi (not Hinata), apologizes.

As for Sasuke, I wouldn't spend any more time thinking about it since the sole reason for his involvement lies in a desire for romantic reciprocity from the most attractive and powerful character in the manga (at the thought of an offspring with both Byakugan and Sharingan, despite the fact that the Sharingan is infinitely superior to the Byakugan). If with Neji's arc, Hinata possessed almost zero thematic relevance, with Sasuke - with whom she not only never interacts but in his eyes, she's part of the caste he seeks to eradicate, then her incidence is extremely nil.

I've never written a post about SasuHina/HinaSasu, and in part, I refuse because their canonical possibility really is nil, so there's nothing more to analyze than headcanons and fanfictions that have their own rules, which have little to do with Kishimoto's material.

Perhaps in the future, I'll dedicate a post to that pairing discussing some of its more famous theories; like how Hinata, being a character considered by the fandom as "sensitive", could understand and help Sasuke despite the fact that she was never seen comforting or trying to understand any character other than Naruto; going as far as to dismiss her cousin's emotions in order to put herself as a victim of the system on the same level as her cousin, whom her father enslaved.

Hinata being shy is not the same as her being "good" or "sensitive", Sakura used to be shy during her childhood and was bullied for it, yet Hinata stans don't usually consider Sakura to be a good person...

Here are some posts about Hinata and Neji's relationship:

Hinata endorses slavery. A quick explanation of why.

NejiHina or the possibilities of the pairing.

The Hyuga clan. And the Caged Bird Seal. Plus:

Sorry, no, Hinata never hit Pain.

#anti hinata #anti hinata hyuga #anti hinata hyuuga #anti nejihina #anti sasuhina #pro neji hyuga #pro neji hyuuga #pro sasuke #pro sasuke uchiha

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— live to tell the tail

summary. you unfortunately lived in a universe where general gorou had found out ms. hina was… himself. and just your luck: gorou’s first impression of you was a crazed devotee of the ms. hina fan club, but you had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. will you live to tell the tail?

love interests. gn!reader x a watatsumi general, an inazuman vagrant, the balladeer, and the kreideprinz.

warnings. infinite pet puns, referenced character death, weapons, swearing, blood, alcohol, harassment, and mentions of war.

word count. 892

chapter twenty-two ⌇ are you shih tzuing me

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yae miko was the bane of gorou’s existence…

…so he was a little irked to see you falling over yourself to admire her in front of netsuke no gen crafts.

“guuji yae, i never thought i would have the chance to meet you like this!” you bunched up your shoulders and entwined your fingers behind your back. gorou had only seen a crumb of this strange behavior whenever kazuha swung by, but now... it was in full force.

okay, gorou recognized that, as an editor, you would obviously be thrilled to shake hands with the editor-in-chief of inazuma’s publishing house, but this same editor-in-chief had subjected gorou to a legion of teasing, pet names, and schemes. if the multiverse existed, gorou doubted there was a universe in which he trusted yae miko because in every single one, she would have most definitely created ms. hina without his consent.

“what a cute disciple i have,” yae cooed, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “i actually have something i mean to discuss with you, reader, but there’s a more pressing matter i must tackle with your furry friend first.”

you slowly nodded. “oh… do you want me to leave and then come back?”

yae detected gorou squirming beside you. “...i think he would want you to stay,” she concurred, which only exacerbated your confusion.

“d-don’t waste reader’s time!” gorou yapped, getting more riled up than usual. every bone in his body was screaming for him to flee, but he didn’t want to show a cowardly side of him with you there. “what do you need to talk to them about?”

how strange. when did gorou and reader come to know each other? “well, if you insist. i’m certainly not short on time myself.” arms cradling her stomach, yae looked at you with a more solemn frame of mind. “reader, i assume you are out here because you saw a discrepancy between what you know and the report you received today.”

“yes…” you scratched your cheek. “...on the off chance, are you aware of what happened to the book that went missing?”

“...your author should be,” she returned, “but i suppose things were lost in communication. a year ago, mr. yamamoto had contacted an illustrator from abroad by letter to see if he’ll draw art for tickled pink.

“a copy of that book was sent along with the letter… but i have an inkling the illustrator couldn’t respond in time before the sakoku decree was put into effect.”

so this all happened before i arrived at inazuma, you confirmed, eyebrows springing upward. no wonder i was never told anything about this. “who’s the illustrator?”

a thoughtful pause later, yae answered, “hmm… you’ll chance upon him eventually, reader. the yae publishing house commissioned him for the irodori festival, so… we’ll see if he accommodates for mr. yamamoto’s commission as well.”

that response made your nose scrunch up. was it too much for yae to apprise you of this guy’s identity? especially if he was so reputable to the point that the publishing house called for his artistic expertise… you racked your brain for names hotaru dropped in the past, but, to your understanding, none of them were illustrators.

gorou studied your dismay, his tail swishing speedily behind him. this formed a disquieting smile on the kitsune's face.

“hehe… reader, care to see what sort of face gorou is making?”

“pardon?”

with a gentle finger under your chin, yae redirected your attention to gorou’s cheeks that had blossomed into a rosy color once he realized this was another one of yae’s ploys.

“what… about his face…?” your voice grew faint.

it was that feeling again. caterpillars breaking out of their chrysalises in your stomach. nerves being set on fire. an acrobat performing a ropewalk.

and yae was getting a real kick out of watching you two act like students about to confess their crushes on each other behind the school building. it was time for her to play as the angel "cupid" (in her own devilish way). “fascinating. never would i have predicted for someone other than the traveler to get under your armor, dear gorou.”

“under my armor!?” gorou screeched.

yae lazily lolled her head toward him. “not literally, but i know you, general. you keep words lodged in your throat while letting other people vent to their heart’s content, but it’s a different story around the traveler, is it not?”

gorou rubbed a distressed hand over his face to suppress the urge to cry before wildly gesturing in your direction. “reader, don’t be fooled by her cunning words! there's nothing going on between the traveler and me!”

your eyes widened by the slightest bit. right, the traveler. why aren’t they the one in my shoes right now?

“um… oh,” you uttered absentmindedly.

yae and gorou stared at you.

…oh?

…

…could you not care less about gorou and the traveler being an item?

yae pursed her lips, feeling a bit sorry.

and gorou willingly chose to speak with yae—his most formidable foe—to escape this painfully awkward conundrum. “s-so what was it that you had to tell me, yae miko?”

“...oh, yes. the publishing house declined in sales since the disappearance of its foremost columnist, so i need you dressed up as our precious ms. hina for a magazine signing event.”

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Tough Love | Yan! Diluc

What if: Diluc doesn’t appreciate your self-destructive tendencies. Luckily for you he doesn't plan on staying idle.

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: my own incorrect interpretation of Fontaine, long post, unintentional self harm

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There were no family portraits in the Dawn Winery.

Diluc never had a special interest in art, hanging only the collections his father had passed down after his untimely death. It was a shame that was one of the only things his son hadn’t inherited. It was even more a shame he couldn’t appreciate his spouse’s hobby either.

Yes, your pieces really were magnificent displayed in his home but more often than not he’d give them a single passing glance. He never told you this, preferring to see your dazzling smile when you gifted him your work.

Despite this indifference he would take offence to any insult to your work as if it were directed towards himself; his signature unimpressed look was enough to silence them. He always had faith in your brilliance ever since you drew your first crude picture, so it came as no surprise when you were invited to an exhibition in Fontaine.

In your enthusiasm Diluc had been feeling apprehensive of you leaving so far from Mondstadt. As bright as you were your strengths absolutely did not include self defence nor did you carry any weapons, at least when you were with him. It both flattered and irked him that you laid so much faith in his abilities but as proven before he alone isn’t enough to guarantee your absolute safety.

As shameful as it was he felt relief when news surfaced of Fontaine’s heavy corruption, thinking you would reject the offer, but it soon turned into perplex when you still insisted on going.

‘Too big of an opportunity’ you had said, which was how Diluc found himself on a carriage destined for said corrupted country. He couldn’t help but rub his face when you excitedly peered out to to view the foreign walls and massive structures. On the way to your hotel you received many stares due to your foreign attire; although he’d long grown accustomed to being ogled at he couldn’t help growing hot underneath his collar and you much the same (without the ogled part).

Diluc clutched the suitcases tighter as he shoved through the crowded streets (why did the hotel have to be smack dab in the heart of the city?), occasionally glancing back to make sure you didn’t get whisked away. Every time your shoulder looked to be yanked or your knees on the verge of buckling he grew tense, nevertheless you thankfully arrived at the glamorous doors without a hiccup.

Even the richest man in Mondstadt couldn’t help but admire the interior, though he did question the safety of the uncovered gears peppering its walls and ceiling. Hopefully they were just decoration.

“Welcome to Joyau Doré, how may I help you?”

When you bounded up to the receptionist Diluc set down the bags and surveyed the area for any other health hazards - a shocking lack of fire extinguishers, a hidden escape door sign behind the toilets, he wouldn’t be surprised if your bed was just two singles pushed together. Unless he saw the rooms for himself he wouldn’t voice his complaints... yet.

...

“Haa, this bed is so much more comfortable than the ones at ours, am I still sinking? Cause it feels like it.”

Diluc rolled his eyes at your teasing, “If you have any complaints I’ve more than enough money to burn, I could lend you those ‘solid’ beds and buy myself some softer ones.”

He ignored your squawk in favour of scouting out the room, examining corners of the bathroom and behind the desks. It was a habit he developed during his massacre in Snezhnaya which saved his life multiple times, but unfortunately you didn’t share his sentiment.

“Cmon we just arrived and you’re already tearing the place apart? You haven’t even seen the knife in the drawer yet!”

In an instant Diluc was up and making a beeline towards you who was holding the knife so wrong and hazardously. He reached for the tool but you hid it behind your back, instead offering a card that came with it. Diluc squinted:

‘Many blessings on your visit. Please take this precaution lest you encounter hostiles.’

‘Enjoy your stay!’

Diluc almost burned the card; he knew it was too dangerous coming here, why don’t you ever listen to him?

To his aggravation you merely slotted the knife in the leg holster they provided and started unpacking; you had around a month and a half to procure three magnificent paintings in this new, extraordinary city. You needed to start as quick as possible!

...

Before the exhibition you would stay strictly for business. Afterwards you would take your time admiring the city’s wonders.

No doubt other artists would use popular landmarks as the subjects of their paintings, so you wanted to go for something different in order to stand out. Due to this you referred to the list your friend from Fontaine had given you once - ‘These underrated spots are a must when visiting!’. She didn’t disappoint, because when you ducked under the low hanging branches to a secluded lake your jaw met the ground.

It was a more natural view with less clutter, yet it embraced modernity seamlessly. You smiled triumphantly at Diluc, who emerged from behind with a less skeptical look than before. Once meeting your eyes he merely offered a brief smile though he was still unconvinced. The rest of the day followed in similar fashion: you visited numerous hidden destinations and scribbled vigorously into your sketchbook while Diluc just hung around, content with observing little thumbnails of your ideas. To him it was a bit like peeking into your mind.

Over the span of a week you already managed to draft multitudes, now came the difficult part: picking which to use.

Diluc pinched his chin as his brain went into overdrive; his eyes were admittedly more honed for battle and not artistry so to him each draft held significant value. You however didn’t think so.

“These are kinda weak but at the same time I really like the composition. The stronger ones I feel would be easier since their shapes are so defined-”

Everything went into one ear and out the other. You practically treated him like a plastic duck to sort your thoughts aloud. With the combination of your analysis and your partner’s occasional inputs, by midnight three drafts made it through the selection process.

When you both turned in for the night Diluc could physically feel you vibrating under your covers in excitement, and he wished that was also the reason he couldn’t drift off; his nocturnal activities were so ingrained that throughout the night he couldn’t sleep until it was around 4am no matter how warm and snug your body was.

...

That was the last night you slept comfortably, as the rest of the days before the exhibition were dedicated solely to finishing your paintings. At the start they all seemed to be going in the gutter but Diluc had watched you enough to trust the process. And to know how self-destructive you were during it.

“Darling, please it’s two. You can continue later.” From behind Diluc gently tugged your wrist and pulled you away from the painting.

It was difficult to break you out of this state, when you were fully set on finishing a painting, so much so that you began to neglect your other needs, “You stay up until four, how is this any different?”

Of course you had to bring up his night activities, you always did when this topic rose. Not only were you glued to the canvas but you were more aloof and less of the sweetheart he knew you as. Diluc sighed and dropped his hands, feeling disappointment when you immediately parted from his body.

Sometimes his hands really, really itched to meld your equipment together (sometimes even destroy the canvas) just so you would finally take care of yourself. As he settled on a chair, fully intent on supervising you lest you faint again, an unsavoury memory resurfaced.

Your body slumped against his sturdy frame in silence. The only sign of life was the faint rise and fall of your chest as Diluc shook your frame in panic. Ever the competent maid Adelinde took the initiative to call for a doctor before her Master could ground himself, though the latter didn’t notice, eyes fixed on your blanched skin and thin frame.

He’d only been absent for three days yet you managed to work yourself to death in such a short period. Multiple times he’d refer you to a respectable therapist and every time you denied there was anything wrong despite how obvious it was.

Thankfully you had listened and retired for the night earlier than planned. However, Diluc soon woke up to a cold bed at 6am to see you already sluggishly painting again. He took a moment to internally groan before forcing himself up and opening the curtains.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Not long.” You hissed as the sun blinded you (and you called him the vampire), “Could you close them, I can’t see anything.”

“Seeing as you’ll spend the rest of your time here I don’t think I will.” Changing into appropriate wear Diluc slipped on his shoes, “I’m going to get breakfast, what do you want?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“The usual then.”

Seeing the horrendous time Diluc wasn’t surprised to see a lack of people in the breakfast hall. After gathering your food he quickly returned and, to his dismay, saw you in the same place as before. You glanced at the food deposited on the counter but looked away, mumbling ‘in a second’.

Diluc knew better than to trust you on that. After some fumbling he pulled a smile and offered you water. Unwittingly, you puckered your lips and paused as he carefully held your chin to help you drink, your eyes not once leaving the canvas.

Once finished (you’d surprisingly drank it all) Diluc set aside the cup and, from behind, gently brushed aside strands of your hair that fell on your face, nails scratching your scalp with the exact pressure you enjoyed. He didn’t miss the flutter of your eyes when he kissed the back of your head and whispered:

“I’ll be back.”

...

While you were slaving away Diluc decided to do at least one round of the city, and man did he see a lot.

He’d stopped a burglary, an assault, a carriage from almost running over a child, and even two policeman from harassing a women. That was before he even started his return. It seemed that for all the citizens liked to brag about their arrest rate they didn’t stop to consider why there were so many criminals in the first place.

Upon arriving, however, the man stopped dead in his tracks and momentarily questioned his eye sight, because what the hell was Albedo doing by your side? In Fontaine?

The alchemist seemed to have spotted the red head since he nodded in greeting, prompting you to turn and latch onto your husband’s arm.

“Albedo.”

“Diluc, thought I’d see you here. I take it you’re both here for the exhibition too?”

“Too? I didn’t think you’d be interested in this type of stuff.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” Diluc ignored your nails digging into his arm, “But seeing as I’ve no inspiration for any experiments I may as well take this chance.”

At that moment shouting could be heard from outside the hotel. Albedo quickly excused himself to reel back in his little sister lest their fines quadrupled.

“Albedo’s amazing.”

Diluc was about to respond with a teasing ‘should I be worried?’ when he looked down at you, realising that was the least of his concerns; your jaw was tense and your eyes stared blankly at the corner Albedo turned.

Even when Diluc ushered you to the lift (he didn't trust you on the stairs) you continued spouting nonsense, “Not only can he paint extraordinarily well, he exceeds in chemistry while also wearing a vision. No wonder people like him.”

“Because he’s a homunculus sweetheart, they tend to be smarter than the average.” Diluc stroked your jittery fist clutching him, but still you rambled to no one in particular.

He sighed, perhaps he should’ve stayed after all.

...

Before dinner, you began feeling sick.

You were painting normally with more harshness than before when a sudden wave of nausea hit you. Thinking it normal (as normal as fainting on the daily is) you brushed it off until it grew stronger. You set down the brush and felt your way to the chair to sit down for a bit, feeling heat radiating from the bathroom your lover was showering in.

To think about it, your throat was feeling sore from your earlier blabber. Grabbing the used cup from the table you refilled it with water and took a sip. After a while you gagged at the strong taste and leaned over the sink, ready to spill your guts at any moment. You had no idea how much time passed, what with your brain banging around your skull, but soon hot hands soothed your back and tucked your hair behind your ears.

Your dry heaving complimented with tears carried on seemingly forever until your body finally gave up trying to eject whatever it was. Bile razed your throat yet nothing came out, it was both frustrating and relieving. Once Diluc was sure you were fine he shed light on the problem:

“This tap here is for alcohol. The water is the other tap.”

This damn city and its damn quirks.

Shaking as you stepped away, you realised Diluc had stood there soaked the entire time. Your first instinct was to grab a bunch of his brilliant red hair, scented with rich people shampoo, and squeeze; cold water dripped onto your palm and you realised that the man was shivering in his towel. Despite this he’d rather make sure you were okay first and foremost. How touching.

You coughed and pat his shoulder, “I’m fine now, go change. Wouldn’t want you getting me sick before the exhibition would we?”

Diluc stiffened for a second before leaving to change. Not long after your ‘recovery’ you dove straight back to work. You didn’t drink anything Fontaine until the next morning.

...

Against expectations, you finally went outside. It was only for a short while though as you had accidentally stepped on one of your paint tubes and it, well, exploded. What a headache. Literally.

As always Diluc escorted you on the way. You’ve grown very used to his presence, so much so that the others in Mondstadt noticed; every time you were brought up in a conversation you were always referred to as ‘the Master’s lover’ or even ‘what’s-their-face’. You get it, you weren’t the most memorable person ever but they should at least put some respect on your name. It wasn’t as if you were the one following him around, in fact it was the opposite.

Maybe that was why you felt so bitter when the shopkeeper kept talking to Diluc when you were the one actually buying stuff. When he did talk to you it was to make sure you knew what you were buying and over explaining things, as if half the bought paintings on his walls weren’t made by you. You pursed your lips when Diluc intersected with a scathing remark before dragging you out, palms dangerously close to burning through his gloves.

You were used to experiences like that, but it lingered at the back of your mind for the rest of the day, so much so that you didn’t notice the thief until your arm was yanked by your bag. Instinctively you pulled since it was your supplies at stake but weeks of neglect had mounted and crashed in the form of you getting dragged instead.

Before the thief could raise his fist he was knocked into the alley wall and your partner’s hand grabbed his face. You turned away as the offender’s cries were muffled by the roar of flames. Usually it didn’t last for more than a minute, only to teach them a lesson, but it carried on to the point the thief had fainted from pain. Gritting your teeth you smacked Diluc’s shoulder and he finally stopped, dropping the man carelessly. You’d long grown accustomed to the fact Diluc has killed before but that didn’t mean he could do it in front of you. Thankfully he had left the man alive, though you didn’t know whether it was for the better or worse.

It took all your willpower to not vomit at the sight of his face. For all his gentlemanliness Diluc sure vented his frustrations in such violent ways.

...

A couple of weeks in and it was already 20 days until the exhibition.

As the deadline approached your time for breaks and sleep grew thinner until it got to the point where Diluc had to sneak in sleeping pills for your sake.

By now you’d started the third painting; stress marred your youthful features with your eye bags becoming more noticeable. Not to mention the damned illness you contracted from skipping basic needs.

Your hands trembled and your vision doubled from standing for so long. It felt like a thousand suns were behind your eyes as you couldn’t help rubbing the fatigue away to no avail. Despite it being the middle of summer you felt cold and had layered clothing upon clothing, only to feel like a butterfly trapped in its own cocoon.

It came as no surprise when Diluc one day took you, against your own will, to a doctor.

“It seems your immune system was been worn down due to sleep deprivation. As such you’ve become more vulnerable to disease, especially as this is your first time in Fontaine.” The doctor’s eyes glanced at Diluc, “It would be advisable for you to get the recommended amount of sleep and start eating more nutritious food, along with taking this medicine I'll prescribe to you...”

The walk back was silent. Diluc pulled you close to stop you falling, “Promise me you’ll listen this time. Even if you wanted to you can’t work in this state.”

You stayed quiet, and for a moment he thought you were ignoring him when you replied, “The medicine will be enough. I have plenty of time to rest after the exhibition, that is more important.”

It seemed you still hadn’t learned your lesson.

...

The medicine wasn’t working. It was 3 days until the exhibition and the godforsaken medicine wasn’t working.

Heart beating erratically, you panted from overexertion as your tool glided imperfectly across the canvas. Paint clung to you like moss and your knees ached red since you’d forgone standing. The only thing you could hear was the quiet ticking of the clock as yet another day came to an end.

A sharp pain throbbed in your skull, forcing you to retreat and cradle your head, never mind the paint. Your hands squeezed as if possibly caving your own head in would cause less pain.

Your ever dutiful lover was instantly by your side, popping the appropriate tablets in a glass of water for you. Blinking away the moisture in your eyes you gratefully downed it if only for your body to cool for second. Diluc’s usually warm hands were cold when he touched your forehead.

He pursed his lips, “Sleep.”

You shook your head, “I don’t- just please can you tell that doctor nothing he’s done has actually worked.”

“And what if I do? You’ll just drive yourself back down again, do you plan on meeting every doctor on this planet?”

You snapped, “Do you not understand how important this is for me?! Everything I’ve done was for this moment so don’t you dare try to make me feel as if it’s any less than that, who knows when this opportunity will come again?!”

“Don’t be ridiculous of course it will. They invited you for a reason-”

“You don’t know that! There’s always other people, better people they could invite instead, the competition won’t stop just because I’ve fallen ill! I can’t afford to be sick! Do you know how-”

You hung your flushed face in shame. This piqued Diluc’s interest and he touched your shoulder - only for you to flinch away. “... Do I know what? What’s wrong?”

You began trembling, “I-... they didn’t invite me.”

“Darling what-”

“I paid them! I cheated with my money, I was never meant to be invited in the first place. Instead I stole someone else’s opportunity.” Your lower lip trembled and you wanted to be anywhere but here. “What would they think if I turned in some shitty art to their exhibition? It’s humiliating!”

You interpreted your partner’s silence as disappointment and you cried harder; it was difficult to even pursue your only strength, and even harder to swallow that not only were others excelling more than you, but also had multiple talents to show for it. You weren’t unique. You weren’t memorable. You were simply boring.

“I can’t even be good at my own career. They were right, everyone was right, I really am just a nobody-”

“Don’t say that.” Diluc finally broke out his stupor and softened, “You’re so much more than your productivity, so what if they can’t see past that? You shouldn’t let other people dictate your life.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You were born rich, everyone loves you! I was always on the side. Did you know that no one in Mondstadt knows my name? I’ve lived there my entire life, and not a single one of those people could even remember it!” You spat out. “Instead they call me your ‘side-job’. The one time they acknowledge me it’s for some gossip that’s not even centred on me!”

Diluc’s eyes widened and he fell silent again. All your envy, bitterness and anger bubbled until it spilled, wanting to just hurt something, “Did you know that? Did you laugh with them behind my back? Did you think me pathetic for believing I had a chance with someone so out of my league? Well guess what, I never. Ever. Loved you.”

His blanched face only served to encourage you. You laughed hysterically even though deep down you were writhing in agony, “That’s right, I was using you! How does it fucking feel to not be the centre of the universe for once?!”

In a way, Diluc was one of the most important people in your life; without him, you couldn’t possibly have been given offers from others hoping to gain favour from your husband. Even your parents confirmed that marrying that man had been your biggest accomplishment.

You hated that. You hated the stupid ring your parents looked at more than they looked at their own child. Fingers slipping, you finally rid yourself of the accessory and and threw it past Diluc, who was too shocked to even move.

It was deathly silent save for the faint ear piercing thud of the ring. Diluc slipped his eyes closed, and in a moment of sobriety you realised that you may have made the biggest mistake of your life. Your head thumped from the rise in blood pressure and you swayed slightly from shouting your lungs out. You should feel guilty and beg for his forgiveness, but you just couldn’t muster the strength to do so.

When he finally looked at you, his eyes were frigid as if he was back in Snezhnaya.

“I see. Then if we’re confessing the truth I have something to tell you too.” His red eyes consumed you, voice shaking with rage. “The reason you’re sick was of my doing. Everything you ate I laced with poison, I even bribed the doctor to give you placebos. At first I only wanted to test you to see how far you’d go. Evidently I need to take more drastic measures.”

That was all he said before he wordlessly left, slamming the door behind him.

...

You had no idea how much time had passed. For all your efforts you hadn’t worked on your art, not because of your breakdown but because you physically couldn’t get up.

From your distress your body only worsened and passed out on the floor. Paint still stuck to your skin even through the bucket-full of sweat; your body shivered from the cold yet it felt too hot. Even through this your brush was tightly clenched in your hand as you shakily scrawled on the painting. Your throat ran dry as you held your breath while drawing a straight line.

It was wonky. You breathed and tried again, in another place this time. It was even worse. So you tried again. And again. Again. Again. Again-

Paint blotched your skin as you thumped wildly on the canvas. You hardly registered the livid scream as your own. Quickly the brush became disfigured and you discarded it for a much more efficient tool.

The knife the hotel had so generously given to you was finally drawn free for you to hack away at the canvas, splinters digging into your skin without care. Unwanted tears slipped down your cheek as your product was destroyed beyond recognition, blurring your view.

White pain seared and you swore loudly as the crimson you so detested spluttered out your hand. You curled into an exhausted ball, crying until you passed out.

...

The pocketed vial burned his skin.

Diluc hadn’t meant to take it with him initially. In the spur of the moment he swiped the vial sitting at the back of his mini vault when taking out the money. From then he decided he would give you one last chance; the more you dismissed your health the more of the substance he’d give you.

What did you say it was? ‘Too big of an opportunity’, yes that’s how he saw it. Had you been reasonable he wouldn’t have to go to such lengths but you left him no choice. Either you hate him forever or drive yourself into an early grave, it was an easy decision.

After your outburst he’d stormed out and slept elsewhere - slept as in brutally beat up criminals he came across. Not like he had to actually search for them. After blowing off some steam he had a moment of clarity; he’d been ignorant of your struggles, in fact he’d been too inattentive. If the poison was doing its job then he’d have all the time to make it up to you.

On his rush back he’d felt antsy after recalling the knife he left you with. The more he deliberated the more wild his imagination got and soon he was sprinting to your room.

It was awfully quiet.

Assuming the worst he flung the door open to be greeted by your unmoving body. Panicking he immediately crouched down and shook you, paling at the sight of your blood, even considered slapping you if that was what it took.

When you stirred he sighed in relief before a flash of white swiped his face; he flinched back at the last second, however he could feel a cut on his nose. Using the last of your energy you thrashed wildly hoping to cut more than just skin. Diluc however restrained you with ease. Your pink face was contorted in blind rage though your grip on the knife grew weaker.

The vial burned his skin.

...

“Smile dear, he can’t paint what he can’t see.”

Your flat expression didn’t change, eyes boring into the artist. Your husband’s hands laid heavy on your shoulder as if keeping you from escape, even though your autonomy had been greatly reduced already.

After passing out in Fontaine you’d woken up in the cathedral of Mondstadt with Diluc by your side whispering of his forgiveness. Your illness was gone in exchange for the lack of control of your limbs; now you were weaker than ever and wholly reliant on your doting husband.

The finished portrait mocked your chair bound person. Your wedding ring lightly scratched the surface of the canvas as your fingers traced the scar you’d given Diluc. Your last and only victory over him.

Since word got out you had become the main gossip for the people of Mondstadt, but as all things did it died down until (Y/n) was no more.

All you could do now was watch from the windows, forever chained to the manor and coddled to the extreme.

#yandere #yandere genshin #yandere diluc #gender neutral reader

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2dboisloyal-devotee · 1 year

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Hi, I saw you write for bleach and your requests are open so I was wondering if I may request headcanons platonic yandere ryuken and platonic yandere Uryu x Uryu's older sibling!reader. And they look a lot like ryuken but they don't have glasses. They also have that same rebellious yet cold and mature attitude that ryuken had in his teens. If not that's totally ok.

Hii, sure! It will be a challenge to me, because the dinamic's kind of difficult to work on but I'll still do it (better than nothing). I hope you enjoy!

Platonic! Yandere Ishida Ryuken and Uryu!

x Uryu's older sibling reader

>)~Headcanons

TW: jealousy, overbearing and overprotective tendencies, hinted isolation

I don't take responsibility for any younger ages reading.

First, let's just say, since you look a lot like Ryuken, you would be expected to follow his steps/advices/orders at almost every single thing. He's always nitpicking every little thing of you that's not up to his expectations (which you should).

Truly, it's kind of a mixed feelings of love and hate for having almost a similar copy of his past self yet nurturing you into his the best version of yourself. Ryuken only wants you to not make the same mistakes as him...

Meanwhile for Uryu, he envies yet admires you at the same time. He's a literal walking contradiction like his father, he thinks it's unreasonable for Ryuken to give you a bit of a special treatment but he also wants you to follow your wishes, he trusts you as his role model after all. And so he tells you not to let Ryuken's words bother you too much.

(It's a kind of significant ego boost for Uryu to be the only person you could confide in and pay attention to when things get too much with Ryuken since you hold so much responsibilities and burden as the oldest child of Ishida family.)

Uryu sympathize with you more while Ryuken focuses on training and polishing you like a diamond in the rough you are.

Ryuken is more harsher in his actions toward you more than when he had to train Uryu, even if Uryu reassures you that (the both of them) he loves you a lot like any father would to his child.

The moment you are more close with Uryu, there's an unspoken rivalry that sparks between the two of them. Uryu would make you depend on him a lot and he starts to speak bad of Ryuken behind his back (which he already finds out, he knows Uryu knows about him hearing of this just to irk him.)

Uryu is almost akin to a puppy on how he seems to like being by your side (he will deny it abashedly while explaining a whole of why and how he in fact, doesn't care like he has an essay saved to his memory) while tending to whatever tasks he deems too much and you shouldn't find the need to do as his older sibling. It seems he's also the culprit of sewing your clothes and adding questionable design along to some of them...

Ryuken's acts are more of behind the scene, they wouldn't almost leave you with any doubts or suspicions fall on him, no, they would just confuse you and leave you wondering if you or Uryu are the one who intend/planned for this to happen from the first place. Mysterious pile of tasks leading to the hospital Ryuken works at, some specific people you don't know who seems to fear/avoid you for reasons unknown (they're the ones interested in taking your hand for marriage before), being given special privileges to places you usually go to and haven't visited?? Without noticing, part of your food is also being mixed with medicines/vitamins/anything that could help your growth and health.

Even if Uryu may be the one who mostly nurse you back into health all the while scolding you, Ryuken is always the one supervising you and he's the one taking preventive measures right to the source or why you get sick.

They may have some sort rivalry but you'll always be the only one left in the dark about their silent agreement to deal and have a nice talk with some unfair people who haven't been treating you so kind, it may affect your performance in work after all (that's only one of many reasons they could use to not make you notice any things that seem amiss).

#yandere x reader #yandere bleach x reader #yandere ishida ryuken #yandere ishida uryu #narareqwishes

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ghirahimbo · 2 years

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Fictober 2022 Day 11: "Think! For once!"

FINALLY breaking away from Revali to do something with Ghirahim. This... is more like a story idea than a oneshot, tbh. With daily prompts, there's not a lot of room for brainstorming or starting over, so it is what it is. In fact, I'm a little irked with it, because now I really wish I had time to write it XD Anyway, this does touch on one of my main issues with Zelda’s explanation scene in Skyward Sword, so if anyone has their own explanation for the discrepancy, I'd be interested to hear it. For now, Nintendo's plot holes are my plot points :D

Genfic, Ghirahim and Link centric. No warnings.

"Think! For once! I know you must be capable of it," Ghirahim hissed. "I've watched you solve ancient puzzles in a matter of minutes, yet the second even the smallest of your preconceived beliefs is challenged, you fall back on rote devotion!"

Seated at the edge of his own bed, Link's eyes followed the agitated demon lord warily as he paced back and forth across the darkened bedroom, the embroidered gold diamonds that lined his fluttering cloak glinting dully in the thin strips of moonlight. When he'd been awakened in the dead of night by that dreadfully familiar laugh, he'd expected the worst... but so far, bafflingly, all Ghirahim had wanted to do was talk.

Considering that Link himself was completely unarmed, he'd been happy enough to oblige him at first. Somehow, though, the more Ghirahim said, the less Link wanted to hear.

"I am thinking," Link whispered harshly, even more careful than Ghirahim to keep his voice down. He doubted that anyone in the Academy was a match for Ghirahim in battle aside from himself, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone else to put that theory to the test. "It's just that I think you're wrong. Zelda hasn't said anything to me about—"

"It doesn't strike you as strange that you were the one to wield the Triforce against my former master?" Ghirahim’s smooth voice rolled right over him, and Link cut off, scowling. "The spirit maiden did outline the goddess's plan to you, did she not? Or did you merely trail after her all that time with blind dedication?"

"She—she told me." Link's scowl deepened. Zelda had told him what was happening eventually, at least—and she would have told him sooner if they'd been able to meet up at the Temple of Time as planned. The fact that those plans had fallen to pieces was Ghirahim’s fault. "Why is that strange? I was the one chosen to defeat Demise."

"And you did an admirable job of it," Ghirahim said, inclining his head sardonically. "But why did you wield the Triforce?"

Link's jaw set stubbornly. "I just said it was because—"

"Why did the goddess Hylia give up her immortal form?"

Ghirahim's dark eyes glittered as he whirled to a halt, looming over Link to stare him down. Link blinked, taken aback by the change in tactics.

"I... because..."

Zelda had told him all those weeks ago only to quickly brush it off, and he'd never thought to question... but he did know the answer.

Worse, the satisfied smirk spreading across Ghirahim’s face said all too clearly that he knew that they both knew. Still, Link set his jaw stubbornly, refusing to be the one to speak it.

"Because only a mortal can wield the power of the Triforce." Ghirahim said it for him, enunciating each word with relish. "So for the last time, I'll ask: why did you end up bearing this power when Hylia herself abandoned immortality for the ability to do the same?"

"I..." Link frowned up at him, trying to come up with the answer to a question he suddenly had himself. "Something... must have gone wrong."

"Oh, I don't think so," Ghirahim said, sweeping one arm out as if to brush the notion aside. "My contribution excluded, of course—yet I only interfered after you had already called on the Triforce’s strength. No, I've given this a great deal of thought, as I'm sure you can imagine, and the conclusion I've reached is that it all went perfectly according to the goddess's plan." Something in his eyes pierced Link through, and without quite knowing why, he found himself looking away. "We simply don't know the full extent of that plan yet."

"So what?" Link said abruptly, glaring off to the side. "Why should I care if... I can see how that's bad news for you, maybe, but not for me. I trust Zelda.

"Oh really?" Ghirahim leaned in over him, his soft voice lowering almost seductively. "You do not tire of being tugged this way and that by divine whims, with no explanation given beyond the pointed finger telling you where to go? It does not bother you in the least that the goddess has perhaps more yet in store for your life, and far from even consulting you, she has rather ensured you know nothing about it?"

"No," Link said shortly, gritting his teeth at Ghirahim’s condescending laughter in response.

"Then I suppose the goddess chose her agent well. Speaking of your beloved Zelda..." Link looked up quickly to find Ghirahim grinning knowingly at him. Pityingly. "Is everything as perfect as you ever imagined it? Are the two of you closer than ever now that you've been through so much to save her?" His voice turned cruel. "Did your best friend return to you at all—or is it someone else now who wears her face and speaks with her voice—"

"Shut up!" Link snapped. Jumping to his feet, he pushed Ghirahim back in a fit of anger. "I don't have to sit here and listen to—"

Ghirahim’s hand shot out to tangle in Link's hair, pulling his head back with supernatural strength. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as his neck craned unwillingly back to stare at the ceiling, Ghirahim’s face floating into view. Link tried to glare, his barely flailing arms achieving nothing.

"Unless you have a sword tucked away somewhere I can't see, I think you'll find that you do," Ghirahim reminded him in a sing-song voice that contrasted jarringly with the cold glint in his eyes. "For now, you're better off remembering who holds the power in this conversation."

Sound advice, Link thought. He plowed ahead anyway, preferring to ignore it.

"I don't know what Zelda’s planning," he rasped out recklessly. The grip on his hair tightened, and he winced, but pressed on. "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

The back of his left hand itched all of a sudden, the sensation growing rapidly to a fierce burn. Frowning, Link flexed his fingers, trying to brush the feeling off. Ghirahim glanced down, his eyes following the motion—and froze. His hold on Link's hair slackened.

"That much... I believe." He met Link's eyes again, and Link felt a thrill of trepidation. Those icy chips of fury had melted away as easily as they'd formed in the first place, and he hoped uneasily that he was imagining Ghirahim’s vague look of triumph. "You still have it, don't you?"

Fingers entwined around Link's, pulling his burning hand up, while at the same time the hand in Link's hair jerked his head forward. Link grunted—and gaped as he caught sight of the back of his own hand where three golden triangles burned.

"This couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it myself."

"Don't..." Link's tongue felt strangely thick as he tried to swallow. For the first time that night, true fear curdled his stomach. Could Ghirahim take it away? Maybe use it to raise Demise again?

"Of course not," Ghirahim said disdainfully, dismissing Link's unspoken plea. "And risk scattering it to the far corners of the world simply because my virtues aren't perfectly in balance? No, I won't take the Triforce yet... but I will take the next best thing."

A tentative knock at the door drew both of their attention. After a short pause, it swung partway open.

"Link?" That was Fledge's timid voice, his eyes peeking around the door's edge. "Sorry, I—I thought I heard—"

He cut off at the sight of the scene in front of him, his round eyes growing rounder. Ghirahim’s thin lips split into a grin.

"A messenger. Perfect." He pulled Link in close, clamping a hand around his mouth before he could think to say anything. "Please inform your Zelda that I'll be borrowing her hero for awhile, though I'm afraid I can't promise what sort of condition I'll return him in." In a whispered hiss in Link's ear, he added, "Let's see if she'll expend even half as much effort on your behalf as you did for her."

Only as streams of monochrome diamonds flooded Link’s vision, swallowing up Fledge and the darkened bedroom both, did Link finally understand what was happening. The next best thing to having the Triforce... was having the person who held the Triforce.

Ghirahim was stealing away him.

#ghirahim #fictober 2022 #my writing #...yeah #not sure what to say about this aside from that it's written

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soldieryaoi · 7 months

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I think your OC Nicholas is based lol. He definitely knows who to respect and who to ignore. Strong aura fr hahaha

Idk if there is a post about specific relationships with other contestants aaaand an explanation, why he treats a person like he does, but I’d really like to hear a little of his reasoning on that topic :P

If it’s ok ofc, no pressure

omg anon i love u you reminded me that i never posted nick's like/dislike chart on here

some notes below the cut!! I hope they're detailed enough to answer your question but if you'd like even more explanation then feel free to message or send another ask^^

1. yes nick and pav dislike one another. YES they also have a crush on each other; they're legally/politically enemies to lovers but neither can bring themselves to actually hate the other. nick dislikes loud people because he likes to be the centre of attention and be the one doing the talking BUT i think he'd still like pav because i think pav is the extrovert until a REAL extrovert enters the room. then he's quiet as a rat, thinking and listening. so i think nick would actually end up liking him.

2. nick and henryk know each other! nick frequently ate at henryk's parent's tavern and loves his cooking; he asked to meet the chef after a few visits and they sat and drank and talked for hours after closing. henryk admires nick as a person, even if he has mixed feelings on his occupation.

3. nick and daan also know, like, trust and admire one another for the roles that they played in the army. nick moreso than daan just because of how incredibly valuable daan was to his soldiers. they banter with each other in the typical BritishHumour way when they see each other on the train.

4. even though nick dislikes karin for how brash and blunt she is (he actually thinks she lacks a lot of tact), he trusts that she is an honest person who is actually out to seek the truth. karin doesn't trust him in turn though because he's just another army dog

5. nick loves levi. he just does. i think he pities levi a lot and would do anything he could to prolong or make his life better, even if it meant sacrificing himself. nick joined the army of his own volition at 15, so it hits him extra hard that levi never wanted to, especially so young; he reminds nick of all his own foot soldiers, older than levi but still terrified out of their minds. levi on the other hand is neutral at best towards nick, and slightly fearful and annoyed at worst. nick talks too much... but it's kinda nice to have someone just blabbering away like white noise. he also finds nick off-putting (which nick does on purpose to freak him out)

6. same as olivia, nick freaks her out on purpose by asking which plants are poisonous to humans specifically and how much is fatal... she pales and nick puts up his hands like "im just joking~" she's an easy target for his teasing because she's just really sweet. he genuinely likes her! he likes kind people and she is the epitome of that.

7. feel like samarie would dislike him because he talks too much, but honestly they don't interact much.

8. nick and caligura hate each other because nick doesn't shut up and loves small talk, and nick finds caligura's attitude repulsive.

9. nick finds o'saa interesting, but also gets slightly irked when he goes on one of his tirades, especially if it's concerning levi. im honestly not sure what o'saa would think of nick, so ill say they're neutral towards one another.

#fear and hunger termina #f&h2 #f&h termina #funger oc #nicholas fear and hunger #fear and hunger 2

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somewhereinthepines · 2 months

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Hello, Pines! Is it okay for me to call you that? You can not answer this if you don’t want to, but you are one of few people who don’t have strong feelings for Dylan/Ryan ship. I wanted to know why? I hope it doesn’t come off combative!

hi, and yeah, it’s more than okay! when i was writing ‘by design’ i was called this by a reader and fellow author, so i kind of gentle of this nickname now, haha.

now, about your question….it doesn’t read as rude or combative to me at all! i don’t get irked, when i’ve asked about stuff that i don’t like or not into. but in turn, i have to warn that i do prefer to be honest about my opinion, and while i don’t hate dylan/ryan ship, i think that people who really love it might find my words kinda downing. my opinions are whimsical and fully based on my own pref and tastes, and what i look for in fiction, so i’d just ask people to view it as this. just me speaking for myself, from my own tower.

*waves a hand* but let’s begin. so ah, dylan/ryan. it’s true, that i indeed don’t have any particularly strong feelings about them as a ship. or about dylan. i don’t hate him as a character, i just don’t care about him lol. surprisingly enough, i didn’t actively distaste anyone in the quarry. and it’s smth, bc supermassive does tend to create/write at least one character, who pisses me off in their games. either way, dylan wasn’t that. he was fine. i just didn’t find him interesting or compelling, or felt like ryan had some insane connection to him.

i look back at all the interactions, that dylan had with ryan, and it’s very generic to me. the game trying to force them into ‘romance’ only made everything worse and feel scripted, rather than coming off natural. i mean, what ryan and dylan have narrative wise, first of all? 1) they talk inside mister h’s office, and it all while they lie out plot points for us, and dylan also makes a comment about ryan always going through chris’s things. so technically speaking, he makes sexual comment about a guy, who he likes with another man. like, if he’s into it okay lol. but it was a bit strange. 2) they might have a kiss, that was basically not happening out of free will. it happened bc of a truth/dare game and not bc either of them decided to do it, while they had some meaningful moment together. more so, i find it almost funny how if ryan picks truth, emma asks about him and mister h. so even the girl, who ‘shipped’ those two or smth, was actually curious about (once again) ryan and another man lmao. you are beginning to see the pattern here too, i believe. 3) the cut off hand scene, that was just….not super impactful, despite it supposed to be tense in an emotional sense vs just a tense gameplay. but it’s not. in fact, i often think, that if the quarry pulled a john & andrew there, aka ryan would have been stuck with his camp leader during the night (and chris wasn’t a werewolf), and they run into the same situation with cutting off hand or not, it would have been so good, y’know? no matter whose hand would have been at stake, it would have been so much more loaded and hard for them to decide what to do, even from non-shipping point. like, how can you intentionally harm someone even if they ask you to, when you feel responsible for them (chris) or when you admire them and they are the most important adult figure in your life (ryan)? cutting off dylan’s hand was traumatising for both dylan and ryan, don’t get me wrong. but it was missing a heavy key-emotional aspect in it. for me, it’s always gonna be more of an evil dead ref, than anything else. i love my gore to be meaningful in one sense or another. which brings me to the following point….

nothing really happens after that. at all. there wasn’t any tension or uncertainty. and okay, maybe they didn’t want to take the route, where dylan would look at ryan oddly, bc he finally realised that he doesn’t even really know the dude at all. but then, nothing in the game led me to believe, like dylan or ryan would be attached to each other to the point, where they both would be able to ‘overlook’ this moment in future, either. so yeah, it only proves, that there was no aftermath, and it was kinda a meaningless scene in terms of the ship, and what a waste! i watched du’met killing charlie 4 separate times, and each time, it was ofhduhgi great, amazing, i could see a personal touch there. and those two weren’t even officially speaking, written as a couple. then, there is dylan who doesn’t even question things and ryan, who have no time to question if he’s fucked up for doing it or not, bc he has other things (mister h) on his mind. and the thing is, that i legit wished that the game would at least make dylan and ryan’s interactions entertaining for me, even if i wouldn’t have shipped them together. like until dawn threw me a bone in chris/ashley segments. i do not ship those two at all, but i loved how the gameplay actually forces you to deal with consequences if chris will pick to shoot ashley or pick josh and not her. at least, they made it interesting and gave a bit different angle to both characters and their possibly not all that deep relationships lol. ashley pettily watching chris to be torn apart spoke volumes about how he might have not been the guy, she thought he was. dylan and ryan don’t get even a bit of this.

next bit be that dylan is a boring character to me, even outside the ship. i cannot think of anything, that would personally interest me, if i had to put him and ryan into a ‘romantic’ set-up. him being prone to panic in extreme situations or insecure doesn’t pull anything in me. it’s very mundane things. and it’s not like i haven’t ever shipped an aloof/emotionally stunted/mental character with basically a ‘normie’. one of such examples be the nite own/rorschach (watchmen). and here is the thing, i don’t like dan lol. he piss me off on a few occasions, and i generally don’t vibe with his character at all. i look at him and see an average joe, who chased after a woman, who usually wouldn’t even glance his way, unless she had some turmoil happening in her life. i see a person, who put on a costume, but couldn’t ever actually commit to all the pain and suffering, that would come along with it, just so that he could do the ‘right thing’. but it didn’t change the fact, that i did like how he had affection for rorschach and how rorschach essentially only ever liked dan in return. even if nite owl was plain for me, he clearly wasn’t for rorschach, who was hilariously delusional about him (along with other things). and i also always saw a chance of dan getting ‘corrupted’ into rorschach's ways of living, which would in return traumatise him and ‘isolate’ him, and make him ‘perfect’ for his fucked up partner. in the end, dan was a simp lol. He wasn’t simp just for laurie, but for rorschach as well, so there was always hope lol. and it’s smth that i cannot see in dylan and ryan’s case at all, bc i don’t think that ryan would care that deeply about some guy to go and try to chase after him. or that dylan would be simping for ryan so hard, that he will be able to shrug off his cool deminear and flat affected reactions. inside my head, they just do not work at all. if you look at all of my multi-chapter fics, that i ever wrote, for whatever pairs, there is a common theme of smth being ‘not quite right there’. i don’t ship someone who is normal and who does normal things, and who doesn’t have some huge ‘flaws’ or clear problems or red flags, that would affect their relationships and who can form a very specific bond only with that other specific person. i wouldn’t have bothered with dan/rorschach, if i didn’t feel like dan’s crush on laurie can be made meaningless and unimportant in the end of the day, bc he would pick rorschach and just be with him, even if he now kills people….

in that sense, dylan for me is what max is for travis/laura shippers. a cuck lol. and trust me, i don’t want or have intentions of diminishing the dude in my fics or hcs. as i said, i don’t think that him having a crush on ryan was bad or that he was having said crush due to a very 20 smth worldview is smth to be frowned upon. like in a way, it legit sucks to be dylan or max in a situation, where your cool eyepatch gf or sofrcore metalic bf would rather fuck some redneck grandpa, than you lol. to summarise it, i’m a guy, who watches ‘phantom of the opera’ and thinks, that i would love to dropkick paul from a rooftop, bc i just don’t need him there lol. i wanted christine to get isolated and corrupted, and disappear with her ‘angel of music’. i’m a dude, who watched dracula and wanted mina gone forever, bc dracula and john were so much more sexy to look at. i’m someone who wished, that ichabod crane would have been abducted in a sleepy hallow movie, like he was in the book. i love it, when it’s complicated and maybe even, ‘bad’ or downright scary to want that thing, but if you are ready to go after it, stay with it, this means that in the end you want it more, than anything else. it’s fiction and i love my fiction to be extreme, be it emotional extreme or smth else. so yeah. ships like dylan/ryan, chris/ashley or idk, erin/jamie weren't made for me, and that’s okay. bc chris/ryan and du’met/charlie is what was made to a t, almost as if to tailor my own fascinations, and i don’t care that canon doesn’t spell it out for me, that they’re destined lovers. in my head, and in my understanding they are. and that's the fun of shipping, really. to just indulge yourself in what you see as crucial for a dynamic to work.

*looks up at the wall of text above* well, uh yeah. i guess it’s all that i say here. like about the ship and dylan on his own. i always compare preferences in fiction (characters, ships, media) to food, bc i feel like it just drives the point across. i’m a very picky eater irl (some textures, tastes would make me gag and i just won’t be able to stomach the said food), and i’m like that with what i ship too. it doesn't objectively make smth amazing and the best there to be, it just makes those things tasty and great for me, subjectively. and i do hope, that one day, internet would just take a chill pill on that matter, and there be less ‘call outs’ about shipping this or that, or someone getting aggressive just cuz someone else doesn’t like their ship and not even in a rude way.

and thank you for asking me this, i do think that it’s important to know why you don’t like smth or just don’t care about it and love that other things instead. it really helps to not fall into ‘trending’ and ending up doing smth that you most likely won’t enjoy at all. spent your time only on stuff, that really ‘speaks’ to you.

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Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero (some more)

I meant to watch Super Hero a third time while it was in theaters, but one thing led to another, and I just never got around to it. No big deal, I rarely see a move in theaters twice, so I’m satisfied. Still, I meant to keep discussing different aspects of the film, and I kind of lost track of that, so let’s talk about the scenes on Beerus’ planet.

The real purpose of this whole section of the movie was to explain why Goku and Vegeta aren’t around for the main plot. As with Resurrection F, they’re off-world, training on Beerus’ planet, and even though Bulma can contact them through Whis, it doesn’t work because Whis doesn’t keep a close eye on his magic staff.

This is something I really love about this movie, because it acknowledges something I’ve understood for many years: You can easily split up the cast and make anyone you want into the main character, simply by writing the stronger characters out of the story. The option has always been there and Toei and Shueisha have teased it more than once, but this is the first time they’ve committed to it whole-heartedly. Goku, Vegeta, Whis, Beerus, and Broly could easily take out the new Red Ribbon faction, but they’re not coming, so it’s up to Piccolo and the rest.

But that doesn’t mean we have to jettison those characters entirely. There’s a whole section of the movie dedicated to showing what those guys are up to. Mostly, it’s the same routine we saw in Res F, but this time Broly, Cheelai, and Leemo are on the planet too. When Beerus finds out, Goku explains that they brought them here to hide them from Frieza, but there seems to be some indication that Broly is there to train as well. When Whis proposes a sparring contest between all three Saiyans, Vegeta objects, because Broly might lose control of himself again and jeopardize the planet. So Broly ends up riding the pine, but it seems pretty clear that he’s there to learn, even if he didn’t do much in this movie.

On that note, I really enjoyed how Broly seemed to get into Goku and Vegeta’s match. In the last movie, Cheelai says that he probably doesn’t even like fighting, but I think the truth is that Broly doesn’t enjoy being forced to fight, the way his father and Frieza had been manipulating him to do. At the end of the last movie, he seemed interested in Goku’s offer to show him some things, and this movie builds on that idea. When he sees Goku and Vegeta duking it out, he smiles, because this is the kind of pure, honorable combat he can get into. The action he saw on Vampa was just survival. Frieza’s revenge scheme was just murder-for-hire. But Goku fighting Vegeta in a no-transformation, no-hand-energy, last-man-standing contest, that’s something much more noble, and I think that’s what appeals to him. Even though he wiped the floor with both of them in the previous film, he still admires their superior technique and disciplined control over their powers. It’s a nice touch.

There’s a few details with the Beerus’ Planet leg of the movie that have caused some debate, so let me weigh in on these now.

1) Beerus has the hots for Cheelai. At first, Beerus was irked to see freeloaders squatting on his planet like it was a hotel, but Leemo won him over with his cooking, and Cheelai won him over with her looks, I guess. I’ll give Beerus credit, he didn’t go gaga over Cheelai until she turned to face him. Before that, she had her back to him, so he could have been like “Wow, she’s got a great ass! She can stay!” Beerus is a class-act, is what I’m trying to say.

Anyway, the concern is that this might endanger the Brolai ship, which seemed pretty firmly established in the last movie. Not that Broly and Cheelai were kissing at the end of it or anything, but you know what I mean. Broly hasn’t expressed any clear attraction to Cheelai, so the fact that Beerus has implies that the franchise has taken a new direction.

For my part, I don’t see it that way. I think the scene was mostly included to give Beerus a reason to accept Cheelai, even in spite of her trying to steal a bunch of his stuff. He thinks she’s cute, but I don’t think Beerus is the marrying type, you know? Besides, there’s no indication that Cheelai feels anything at all towards him, other than fear, I guess.

To put it another way, there was one guy she said “Lookin’ good” to, and it sure wasn’t Beerus. I think Brolai’s pretty safe, at least until the next movie.

2) Vegeta explains meditation to Goku. At one point, Goku chides Vegeta for just sitting around with his eyes shut, and Vegeta (im)patiently explains that he’s trying to condition his mind in order to fight more effectively. Vegeta’s logic is that Jiren was never actually much stronger than himself or Goku, but he seemed invincible because of how he used his strength. According to Vegeta, Jiren would only bring his fighting power to bear at the very moment of action, and this precision enabled him to move more efficiently and decisively, putting all of his power to its most devastating effect. And Vegeta thinks he can duplicate this skill, but he has to do it in his head before he can train his body.

So what bugged a lot of fans about this is that it makes Goku look kind of dumb for not understanding this himself. I’ve even seen fans suggest that the writers must hate Goku in favor of Vegeta. I don’t think it’s that black-and-white, but it doesn’t surprise me that the Dragon Ball fandom would turn something into a zero-sum game between Goku and Vegeta.

First of all, there’s a legitimate critique to all of this. The observations Vegeta makes about Jiren are things we’ve seen in the franchise before. Goku himself used similar movements to defeat Recoome, Jeice, and Burter. The Kai-o-ken operates on the same concept, with Goku amplifying his power for short bursts. Both Mr. Popo and Korin spent a lot of time training Goku to get the most out of his movements. “Be as quiet as the sky, and move quicker than lightning.”

For that matter, Goku’s Ultra Instinct is all about this sort of thing, and that’s how Goku overwhelmed Jiren in the closing minutes of the Tournament of Power. So Goku shouldn’t need to have anyone explain all of this to him, or that meditation would help him achieve that ideal. Hell, we’ve seen him do this before. There’s panels in the manga of him meditating.

So this is just an example of the writers making Goku look stupid to make Vegeta look better, right? No, I don’t think it is. Yes, Goku’s meditated before, and yes, Goku knows how to control his movements for maximum effect, but he’s been learning to do that for decades, and I don’t think there’s ever really a finish line for any of this stuff. I think part of Goku’s weakness when it comes to training is that he tends to focus on the stuff he enjoys doing. The workouts on King Kai’s planet, sparring matches with Vegeta, and so on. He seems to feel like he already did the hard parts, and now all he has to do is strengthen his body to build on the techniques he’s already mastered.

And he really struggled with the hard parts. That whole training arc on Kami’s Lookout was full of moments where Goku just stone cold didn’t understand what Mr. Popo was trying to teach him, to the point where Kami was worried that he might not make it. Goku was also frustrated with Korin’s training, and he probably only stuck with it because he had no other choice. So Goku’s always had a blind spot for this kind of thing. He knows it’s important and he knows it works, and to a point he can pull it off, but it’s never his preference.

And really, who can blame him? This is a character who’s just stumbled into big power windfalls, either because of fate or genetics or natural talent. Korin used Sacred Water as bait to teach Goku something more valuable, but later Goku got to drink the actual Sacred Water and it made him way, way stronger than Korin’s training. Kami worried that Goku wasn’t mastering his training, which was why Kami entered the tournament to take out Piccolo himself, but Goku ended up defeating Piccolo anyway. And then Goku just snapped in the middle of a battle and became a Super Saiyan. Then he did it all over again with Ultra Instinct. I think the thing about Goku is that he’s so scary good at martial arts that he often doesn’t even understand how he can do the things he does.

On the flip side, Vegeta had to train his way to becoming a Super Saiyan, and he learned Super Saiyan God without any outside help, and he presumably picked up Ultra Ego the same way. He lacks Goku’s intuition for this kind of thing, but he’s a prodigy in his own right. The difference is that he can analyze a situation and articulate a course of action, where Goku just sort of figures things out on the fly.

Which is how you get scenes like Vegeta explaining to Goku how to do something that he ought to already understand.

3) Beerus seems afraid of Broly. Okay, so when Beerus first sees Broly on his planet, he worries that Broly will flip out again and destroy the whole place. Some fans have found this questionable, because Beerus is generally presented as being stronger than every mortal character by default. It’s not really a rule, but Golden Frieza was still suitably worried about Beerus, and Goku and Vegeta seem to recognize that they’re still not strong enough to defeat him.

But each new level they introduce in this franchise kind of strains Beerus’ credibility. Arguably, Goku and Vegeta have already surpassed Beerus, because Vegeta beat a nascent God of Destruction (Toppo) during the Tournament of Power, and Goku used Ultra Instinct to overpower Jiren, who was said to have defeated a God of Destruction himself. I mean, it doesn’t prove anything until they fight Beerus again, but they seem to be gaining on him and all he ever does is sleep and eat. Then you’ve got Broly, who clobbered Goku and Vegeta, and you really have to wonder how he’d do against Beerus. Oh, and Gogeta dominated Broly as a Super Saiyan Blue, so I wonder how Beerus would handle the likes of him,

So there’s a growing number of characters who seem to be in Beerus’ league, or maybe even beyond it. I don’t keep up with the manga, but I’m pretty sure Moro, Granolah, and Black Frieza belong on that list as well. And yet, there are fans who remain confident that Beerus would just tap each of them on the shoulder and knock them unconscious, the way he took out everyone in Battle of Gods. And maybe he still could, but when I think about Beerus vs. Jiren, I can’t see it ending that way. Jiren beat a God of Destruction, and even if we don’t know for sure which one it was, are we saying Beerus is way, way stronger than that guy?

On the other hand, it does seem kind of weird that Beerus might have already been surpassed by some of these characters and it hasn’t come up yet. If Broly’s already at that level, then that should be big moment. It begs for a scene where one of these characters gives Beerus a gut-punch and humbles him physically. That’s how this franchise works. But maybe they’re still building up to that.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure Beerus’ concern about Broly is that he might lose his shit and destroy Beerus’ planet, which is his home, where he lives. He didn’t care about the Earth, but it’s different when the unstable powerhouse is camping out in your own backyard. Beerus might be able to defeat or destroy Broly, but the point is that he doesn’t want to have to get into that kind of situation in his own home.

Or, maybe Beerus really is worried that Broly could defeat him in a one-on-one fight. It’s not inconceivable.

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