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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

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[mrs-kmikaelson]

05| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

Masterlist | Part 6

a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.

I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.

I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.

In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.

That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.

I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."

I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"

He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."

Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.

Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with it—but that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.

"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.

"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.

I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."

"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."

This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named: Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.

From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.

Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.

Great.

I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"

"Making the witches happy, love."

Now my heart stopped.

I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."

"Niklaus."

"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"

I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."

Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"

"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."

"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"

I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."

Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were going to be representing us."

I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiate—give up, even?"

Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court." This was a test.

I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."

Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.

While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I'm here after all, aren't I?

Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."

"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out." Couldn't get out faster.

I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.

I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.

In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.

I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.

To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.

I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"

She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.

I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."

She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"

"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, though—going into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.

Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.

When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"

"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."

I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.

I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."

"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."

She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!" 

I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."

"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"

I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.

Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.

At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.

Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.

You OK, I'll be there.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.

I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.

I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later. 

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.

I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."

"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.

"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"

"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"

"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."

"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.

Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me. 

"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"

"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.

I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.

Speak of the devil.

"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."

I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.

Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."

He's being a jackass on purpose.

I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it." And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.

Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.

However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.

Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."

"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.

"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?" This-

I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."

He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.

I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.

Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"

While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.

The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."

Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."

I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you." That was a lie.

Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."

"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."

Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.

I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the day—ew—but I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.

"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing: peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."

The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.

I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.

Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move. 

See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.

After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."

"Done."

"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."

"Of course."

"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery." 

"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." That was one ballsy request.

"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill him—and, I mean, was he that far off?

You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.

Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieve—or glaring, rather.

While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.

Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.

"Then no deal-"

Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"

"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises. 

I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.

Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.

I knew the history—I've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"

I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area." 

It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.

While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?

Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."

I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."

Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.

I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.

I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the room—that, or he just chose to ignore it. 

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.

Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"

"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.

In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."

That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"

He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"

"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling

I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.

The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truth—I only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.

The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.

In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother. 

The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.

With that thought, I had a new resolution.

This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.

Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.

This city will not break me, no matter what.

#klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus x daughter!reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #tvd #tvd fanfiction #tvdu #the originals #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #tvd fandom #tvd fanfic #fan fiction #klaus mikaelson imagine #the mikaelsons #hayley marshall #davina claire #bonnie bennett

[fatuismooches]

Random Dot analysis:

The interesting thing about Dottore is that while the most popular fanon about him is that his underlings fear him, canonically it's the complete opposite.

He deadass has an army of simps working for him, I had never ran into a Fatui NPC that has expressed fear about him, and instead they speak about him in reverence.

The most obvious one is during the AQ where a fatui agent expressed disappointment upon realising that Dottore would be leaving Sumeru soon, saying that he had only seen the lord once.

And it seems that Dottore actually talks to his subordinates often, especially when in the same conversation, the agents (who didn't know about the segment's existence thus not realising that they spoke to different versions of the Doctor) casually compared how their conversations went, one said that Dottore was dismissive while the other said he was all smiles.

The people who work for him are ridiculously dedicated, the fungi event with that one guy who for some reason - thought that a device that controls fungi would impress Dottore, he did all that to earn his recognition. (It would have been more impressive if the device controlled literally ANYTHING besides fungi, but eh whatever) Note: The guy has said in CN expressively something along the lines of "beloved/dear" lord, not the direct translation but it was affectionate.

Then there's that one dude who stayed behind after the (failed) aranara lure experiments, I don't remember much about him but I don't think he said anything bad about Dottore, other than saying that he had stayed behind because he felt responsibility to take care of the kids after subjecting them into a mission like that.

Cut to the two Fatui peeps on Mondstadt who gush about him after the Sumeru quest, and I'm pretty sure we met another fatui dude in the desert who decided to go against orders and go the extra mile of attempting to kidnap desert dwellers to present as test subjects to again - impress Dottore. I think this was a Jeht quest?

Oh, and in the manwha, it's briefly mentioned that Dottore does reward efforts handsomely.

Tldr:

Fanon - Dottore is cruel, he terrifies everyone who works under him and they always walk around eggshells with him.

Canon: Dottore gives high reward for efforts, he has too many simps that sings him praises and they're literally scrambling to be in the same room as him.

Conclusion, we need more dottore simps in fan content. Because not only is it more accurate, but its also funnier for Dottore to be followed by a hoard of fans.

ALRIGHT YOU HAVE ME THERE... I went back and reread the dialogue for the agents for when Dottore was leaving and phew you're right, lol now that i realize it's pretty entertaining!!

But now i have questions. How many agents know that Dottore has segments? The ones that do know, are they not allowed to spread this...? I'd think the news would be all over the recruits but I guess not. And I guess these segments are ridiculously similar physically/appearance wise too. 😭 And the ones that don't know, do they just think their Harbinger has multiple different personalities or something?? I need more NPCs talking about Dottore.

ELCHIGEN. THE FUNGI NPC GUY WAS SO FUNNY. I still have screenshots of when he spoke about Dottore omg, bro was DEDICATED. Literally created a whole scheme and put his life on the line just to get Dottore to notice him... i respect the energy tbh. I do wonder why he loved Dottore so much in the first place, i really think there's a lot more to his character than we've seen firsthand. I also went back and reread the other stuff you mentioned on the wiki and omg 😭😭 i cant believe i forgot this stuff happened, it's been so long since Sumeru 😭 it's so funny to think about how they're piling more crimes on themselves just for Dottore 😭 i wonder if he's aware of how favorable these agents view him?

Though I do think it may differ from segment to segment. Krupp was pretty scared of Webttore. It's also kind of funny to think people were more scared of Scaramouche than Dottore. 💀

You have me thinking many thoughts, and this has given me much brainrot, will keep in mind for future fics, i have been enlightened.

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #this is fueling more dottore fanclub handbook content actually but them only praising you and dottore #“everything there is to know about our dear lord harbinger” I CAN SEE IT #they compliment things that shouldn't be complimented #this was a wonderful analysis thank u #also can i just say i love boattore #hes so cute yall

[electraslight]

the loss of the addiction angle in Kevin's character in the transition from ogs to uaf really shows to me the flaws in uaf's writing compared to ogs's, at least in terms of Kevin's redemption.

Kevin's energy addiction is a key part of his character in ogs. it's implied to be why he swings so drastically from being good to Ben out of the kindness of his heart to trying to kill hundreds of people in mere hours, and it seems like this has been going on a while, shifts in mood correlating to his energy consumption. the addiction is why Ben and Kevin break apart, because Kevin's behavior because of the effects of the drug and his pursuit of it stop them from being healthy friends. Ben never stops believing Kevin might have the capacity to change, though, trying to see through the person the drug created to the person inside, like him sparing Kevin in framed and helping him out in grudge match. Kevin is, at this point in his life, dangerous, but he's still a kid, and Ben's failure to protect him weighs heavy on him for the rest of his life. you see this narrative and think well, if he's redeemed later, this should be important. recovery should be hard, especially when he seems to have been in survival mode for years. it must be hard for Ben to trust him afterwards, especially with the sheer amount of pain they've put each other through, Kevin especially, because of his addiction.

in uaf, Kevin is already good. he can still absorb things, but they don't hurt him now, they aren't a compromise he makes, sanity for safety. he's a con man, he makes measured plans and scams, not drugged out bids of random violence. he's calm, mostly, and he's a good guy now, and he'll help Ben because he has "honor", and he no longer thinks of life totally selfishly. this, I feel, is a cop out.

main characters aren't really allowed to have rough edges in uaf, and when they do, it seems jarring and out of place, or a result of weird writing. Ben's transition from being a little too kind for Ben to being unreasonably cruel in a way he never was as a child is strange, unfitting of how perfect the show wants him to seem. gwen's random bouts of insulting Kevin or pettily harping on him for things he apologized for seem strange when paired with how kind she usually is to him. and Kevin, Kevin is a "bad boy", but not in a dangerous way. all of his crimes are amorphous "things he's done" that they never elaborate on, his scams not cruel but only conniving. even when mutated, he still seems lucid, way less vengeful and violent than he was as a child. he's not an addict. why would he be? he's a good guy. he's changed. even at times where it seems obvious to show that he's "fallen off the wagon", they don't mention it.

I feel like this leads into a larger discussion about uaf, mainly about character flaws and the white sheet covering specifically the alien trio. character traits that got lost in translation, Ben's hobbies, Gwen's love of technology, Kevin's addiction metaphor. especially in terms of flaws. in uaf Ben's "flaws" fluctuate, sometimes being perfect, sometimes randomly getting an ego, losing it, then gaining it back. Gwen in uaf has no stated flaws, or at least ones that are intentional, but because of that, the ones she accidentally has are more toxic and weird than she ever did as a child. and Kevin? he's an amorphous concept. vaguely criminal. vaguely angry. a doormat. what's the issue with writing Kevin in a way where he really does feel like a homeless kid with addiction problems and enough trauma to have that dead look in his eyes forever? I don't know. I don't know where I'm going with this. give Kevin a little violence back.

#ben 10 #kevin levin

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Ep. 8 "Bad Territory" Review

This episode was honestly the fluff I needed after last week's tense and crazy two parter. There was the usual action and excitement, but I loved the amount of fluff we got. Omega is forever our little ray of sunshine. I feel a bad feeling that it's going to get much darker after this week so I'll take any fluff I can get.

As always, spoilers below

It was really cool to see Fennec again and it makes senes that out of all the bounty hunters, the boys would choose to seek her out. She was originally after Omega, but she's not needlessly cruel like Cad Bane. If Omega's life were truly in danger, I don't think Fennec would want to see her get hurt. Cad Bane wouldn't give a second thought about it. Speaking of the ending, I definitely think she was talking to Ventress or someone like Quinlan. After all, Ventress is a Force-wielder and could be connected to whatever Hemlock is doing.

Overall, I really liked the interactions between her, Hunter, and Wrecker. Their banter was great and the joke about the Batch being straight up broke had me cackling. Like yes, these 5 guys with a kid are clearly enjoying Space Greece or whatever the fandom calls it. They're not gonna be looking for jobs right now. I also enjoyed seeing the boys use their skills like Wrecker's demolitions knowledge again. It's been so, so long since we've seen the boys go on a classic mission. That's not a bad thing either to have an "adventure of the week" style episode. It was cool to see them back in action (you know, non lethally).

The environment looked great, Wrecker and Hunter throwing hands with gators was pretty epic, and the final fight with the other bounty hunter (?) was exciting. I'll admit, the antagonist's design was cool and it allowed from some fun fight choreography.

Shoutout to the Phee cameo btw! Love seeing her as always. I think she'll be back after the Pabu invasion or she'll be back in time for that event to happen. Crosshair not knowing who she or Fennec was though was pretty funny. He's missed so much. (Also, this is the first time we hear him call Echo by his name fun fact).

Of course, Crosshair and Omega were the standouts because their dynamic is just that good. They're finally getting Crosshair's hand addressed! And I'm so glad Hunter stepped up to make sure it got looked at. Hunter loves Crosshair despite the past and he will look out for him. As many of us thought already, Crosshair's tremors are psychosomatic. We don't what happened on Tantiss (aside from some vague details), but whatever it was, it was bad; real bad. Crosshair is afraid of talking about it because it hurts. His reactions to even thinking about it were heartbreaking.

My theory is that Hemlock did something that broke a part of his identity. Maybe the identity erasure almost worked. Maybe he had Crosshair kill someone during a trial session to see if the reconditioning worked. Whatever it was, it traumatized Crosshair (on top of everything else he went through). For Crosshair to move forward, he's going to have to confront his trauma. He'll need to accept what happened to him and learn that it doesn't define who he is now.

Omega is so gentle and patient with him; I absolutely love it. She doesn't push him nor does she just leave him to get trapped in his mind. Instead, she tries to teach him coping mechanisms. The way he trusts her is so good too. Crosshair doesn't know what to do, but here is sister whom he loves. She's never left his side since they were imprisoned together and she was the only one who really advocated for him back in season 1. This girl loves him and he loves her. The scene where she holds his hand because it won't stop trembling genuinely means so much to me. It's such a small gesture that means so much. I really do appreciate that the writers are taking their time to show Crosshair going through the healing process. His hand doesn't get magically fixed because he escaped Tantiss nor because he redeemed himself. He achieved that. Now, he needs to finish the rest of his journey. AZI even mentions that it could be permanent. Real life mental health issues don't disappear in one night nor do they go away permanently. It comes and goes and that's what Crosshair will have to do. He'll have to cope with his trauma and hopefully the tremor will steady over time.

Many have pointed it out, but I would love to see a scene with him and Echo. Echo understands Crosshair's plight as he too was held captive and subjected to horrific experiments. I hope we get a scene between them where Echo comforts him. It would be a nice moment between two characters who often don't interact much.

Aside from that, the animation and music were great as always. That last scene of Cross and Omega meditating while Pabu's sun begins to set is truly gorgeous and it might be my favorite landscape shot of the show. It's also reminiscent of Hunter and Crosshair together on Barton IV. I am truly so happy to see Crosshair finding peace and happiness after so long. I honestly never thought we'd see him like this. But now, we do. (Side note: he looks so much smaller and vulnerable without his backpack or shoulder pads).

Anyways, I could go on and on about Crosshair. But I'll save that for another post. Can't wait for next week and hopefully we'll see Ventress!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #fennec shand

[thecameronchronicles]

Single

TW: Smut. Language. Brief 'getting back out there' dating angst. 

SUMMARY: JJ meets you on the first night out after being forced to 'get back out there' by his friends. 

WORD COUNT: 1800

REQUESTED

Single dad!JJ going out for the first time to a bar w John B (he hasn’t dated anyone since he had his baby) and meets reader and is instantly turned on so they go to the bars bathroom 

Single

"Just enjoy tonight okay, Kie is watching the littlest pogue and this is about getting you back on that proverbial saddle my friend..." John B explained while setting a cruel but purposeful weight over JJ's shoulders. 

"I just want to drink." But as his eyes scanned the bar for an empty seat to where he could accelerate the time with drink after drink, his eyes came to you. 

"Last time I checked that girl isn't a drink." JJ teased before pushing him towards you, the stuttering step drawing your attention from the  distracted stir you made with your fingers. 

"Sorry." 

"Not even giving yourself the chance to try before apologizing? Poor form..." You shot as he was immediately drawn into the fact you weren't just basking for any guy's attention. It was the mistake he'd made with the mother of his son. She preferred momentary attention from the thing that could get her into the most trouble. Currently that was the elder Cameron on the other side of the island. Which was why his son was under the care of the only maternal figure he'd ever known. 

"Maybe you should try a bit of confidence..." You learned to the bar, turning back to him as his eyes moved to you in momentary fear as to why you'd analyzed him. Offering an easing smirk, you gave a grin before ordering a drink he'd never heard of. 

"I thought men in the south were supposed to be gentlemen..." He cleared his throat and nodded. 

"Then why are you making me drink alone?" He shuffled nervously before ultimately taking the seat beside you. He sat just close enough for you to dictate the scent of saltwater and a decent shower. 

"So a beautiful girl buys you a drink and you can't even give your name? I'd say that's strike two..." You pause to allow him the chance to offer his name. Once he has, you extended your hand before giving your own. His lip spread in approval to his dimples as he believed the name for you perfectly. His eyes descending you when you feigned interest in the bartender for a refill, unaware you'd witnessed him checking you out. 

"You're not from around here?" He finally asked as this would begin an effortless stream of conversation that consisted of playful banter and teasing jokes. Eventually, it came time to close out the tab as the seats were anything but comfortable and you searched for a change. In doing so, a picture fell out of his wallet and to the floor. 

"You have a son..." The words came out rather deadpanned as he could tell if this had been a deal breaker or not. It worried him as you had been the only reason he'd smiled since the birth of his son and now you were as fleeting as that moment. 

"He looks just like you. Same smile. You should do that more." You laid it on thick, fitting the pieces together as to why it was he hadn't been the first to instigate the interest you were made aware of when he first entered the bar a few hours ago. 

"I used to know how to do this shit, you know..." He explained after mentioning gratitude for your remark. 

"But now I can't even look a beautiful girl in the eyes..." You cocked your mouth to the side. 

"Then maybe you should close them." His heart skipped a beat as your teased forwardness was exactly what he needed. That reminder of life still needing to be lived despite his paternal role. But where he expected your lips, you would pull him to the small floor designated for dancing. 

"I don't really dance."

"You can move your hips though...your son proves that..." You flirted through batted lashes before turning away so you could sway your ass against his seam. A seam suddenly too tight for such a public display. 

"I'm jealous..." You confessed as the music broke just enough to be heard as you bent back towards his ear. 

"Of what?"

"She got to know how you felt...And I only have...an idea..." You were suddenly turned to face him. That need for his dominance to challenge your own, having been presented. 

"You want it?" 

You moved to the tips of your toes, hands pressed firmly against his chest, before you whispered into his ear. 

"I need it. If only you were daring enough to feel my panties right now...you'd know just how much..." He slipped his hands up under your ass and at a tease. 

"If I was wearing any, that is..." You danced for only a second more before making your way off of the dance floor and towards the bathroom. You weren't granted even a step before feeling a grip take you against the wall. That single remark enough to alter him from reserved to desperate.

"This might make you question your beliefs on guys from the south being gentlemen...because I'm not going to be gentle...but you won't have to question I'm all man." You repressed a chuckle to his attempt to make this sexual, but the grip at your hips only made you nod in agreement. 

"Then prove it, JJ..." You pushed him against the wall to only be turned with your hands collected on either side of you. 

"You don't mind everyone seeing you come?" Your brows raised in surprise as your lips widened in humor. 

"I would have let you in the middle of the dance floor because your fingers felt so good...But you're getting ahead of yourself...you haven't even kissed me and you think you can make me come?" 

"The first time I kiss you will be in the lips..." You nodded. 

"That's where I expected..." But the cock of his jaw suddenly excited you. 

"Not these lips..." He brushed your smirk away to a more sultry contentment as he moved to his knees. 

"Oh...oh!" You gasped as he grinned against your thighs in the first stripe made of your sex. 

"It's a miracle nobody slipped on the dance floor...you're already dripping for me..." He was contrasted to the man too timid to even sit at the bar. He was fervent and educated with a wicked tongue bringing both heaven and hell through each stripe. 

Once he found a steady rhythm along with your hips, he pulled your leg over his shoulder. Your fingers rushed in circuits through his messy hair until he brought your hand to view. Sucking your pointer finger and then your middle, he gracefully exchanged them for his tongue as you'd only noticed when he returned to stand. 

"Touching yourself in the middle of the club...dirty girl...." 

"Your dirty girl for tonight..." He growled in response. 

"If you’re mine, why are you talking? You should just be moaning. That's what my girl does for me. She moans. She comes. Just not yet " He guided your hand faster. 

"Please. You feel better."

"If you think my fingers want to make you come, just wait for my cock..." He brought your hand against the bulge as you bit your bottom lip. 

"You willing to show me how badly you want this? Enough to suck me off right here?" Your fingers then fisted the fabric of his chosen jean jacket. 

"I want you to fuck me right here, JJ...please...I'm..." 

"Sweet." He took his thumb to his bottom lip to remind you both of the way you'd opened your legs so easily to him. 

"Turn around. Hold up your skirt. I've got to use my hands for better things." You obeyed, the sound of his buckle dismantling having acted as a reward. 

"Oh, you need this as badly as I do...don't you? Been a while for you, too?" You nodded, nails eating at the flat wall before you. 

"Safety first." He teased while extending a condom over his large anatomy, your eyes needy to know what you were about to feel firsthand. But you would only be able to become knowledgeable of him once he decided to end your mutual torment. 

"I'll take good care of you...sweetheart..." At the title, he thrust inside of you. A single force bottoming out and pinning you against the wall. He remained still for only a moment before pistoning in and out of you. Each thrust seemed to act as a means of motivation to accelerate even faster. This continued as his hands rode the curve of your hips and to your breasts. 

"You feel so perfect."

"And all yours." He smirked, chest risking to indicate the scoff he exhaled. 

"You're just saying that because you want to come for me..." He began to twist and pull at your nipples. "But you're smart enough to know I'm in control here. You come when I'm ready for you to." You moaned, hoping it would be enough to initiate him further. But it would only send him into a smirk. 

"My poor desperate girl..." 

"Please JJ..."

"You even beg pretty...But so you come pretty too?" Before you could answer, his middle finger of his dominant hand came to your clit in a pinch. 

"Let's find out." 

Fondling your nipple and your clit at sporadic bursts of the same aggressive force, you craned behind to kiss him. Success was met through every other thrust as your lips would simply brush across his otherwise, all while he continued. 

Sweat and pleading became the only thing legible against the time spent together as you could feel your body collect that familiar pleasure. That lower warmth and twist of an orgasm he had on the very cusp of his cock and fingertips. 

"You want this princess?" 

"Yes..."

"Can't hear you over the music-"

"YES JJ! PLEASE!" 

"Guess you do come pretty..." He smiled into your lips as he kissed you from a rather uncomfortable angle as you shuddered beneath him. Safety found between his arms keeping you steady into him as your legs threatened to give way beneath you. But just as you descended from that high, he has built to his own. 

"I'm close...just take a little bit more for me...it's been so fucking long as you feel-"

"I want you to feel good, JJ...come for me...please..." You snaked a tongue to his jaw as he guided into you even faster. 

"Fuck!" He called while expelling himself into the prophylactic. The tremors if his body and interruption of his rare breath having validated his release you couldn't feel behind the cover. 

"Shit...I needed that..."

"Happy to oblige."

"Oh, we're not done." Your brows rose.

"We're not?"

"I'm taking you to dinner. And then..." He set a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm having you for dessert…again. I need more of my sweet and sassy." He winked, guiding you from the hall once you finished fixing your clothes. 

"Yours?"

"For tonight, you bet your sweet ass..."

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[running-with-the-feels]

Can we get more Subscorp and Bireenacage? Please? Only if you want to

Honey, I always want to, these are my otps

There is NSFW stuff in this Y'all, you've been warned

---

Subscorp:

Kuai Liang: THis is cruel and unusual punishment!

Hanzo, with a weary sigh: No, it isn't. It's your asthma inhaler, so you don't die

Kuai Liang, glaring: Do you even love me?

---

Hanzo: I want cuddles

Kuai Liang: I have paperwork, but you can come sit on my lap until I'm done if you like?

Hanzo, moving to do just that: You just want an excuse to make out with me whenever you get frustrated with it

Kuai Liang: Are you complaining?

Hanzo: Never

---

Kuai Liang, an empty Kage Rage in hand and running on 0 sleep: I think I'm being haunted

Hanzo: I think you need to go to bed

Kuai Liang, climbing into his lap: No. That's where the ghost is. I'm sleeping here

Hanzo, chuckling: Okay, my love

---

Bireencage:

Sareena: I walked away for five minutes

Bi-Han, naked with Johnny's mouth on him: Sorry?

Sareena: Don't be, just give me a good show.

Johnny: Pulling off to kiss her: Yes, ma'am

---

Bi-Han: Why are my sheets different?

Johnny: I changed them, they're silk now and softer than an Angel's pubic hair

Bi-Han: That was a terrible metaphor and also this was unnecessary

Johnny: It really wasn't, your last bedsheets felt like burlap

Bi-Han: They were

Johnny: Now, see, that just hurts me, in my soul

Bi-Han: You really didn't have to do this for me, it's too....luxurious

Johnny: Well I think you deserve a bit of luxury

Bi-Han, opening his mouth to protest:

Johnny, interrupting: And even if you don't, which you do, what about Sareena? Do you want her sleeping on burlap sheets

Bi-Han: No

Johnny: There you go then

Sareena: What's this about me and sheets?

Johnny: Bi-Han's sheets are silk now

Sareena: Oh thank god, finally

---

Bi-Han: You guys love me, right?

Sareena: Of course

Johnny: I'm offended you even need to ask

Bi-Han: And I'm allowed to ask for things? When I need them

Sareena: Darling, you can ask for things whenever you like, whether you need them, want them, or you're just a little bored. Ask us, worst we can do is say no

Bi-Han:.....it feels really selfish though

Johnny: Good. You've given up enough for other people, you get to be selfish. In fact, I encourage it

Bi-Han: Are you sure?

Sareena: Yes

Bi-Han:........could you guys.....could-.....pamper me?

Sareena, grinning: Like a spa day, or.....?

Bi-Han, blushing: Or.

Johnny, coming up to hug Bi-Han from behind and rest his chin on the cryomancer's shoulder: Oh I think we can accomplish that, don't you, Sareena?

Sareena, stepping forward to grab Bi-Han's chin gently: We can, and thank you, Bi-Han.

Bi-Han, already relaxing: For what?

Sareena: Asking for the things you want. That was very good and I'm very happy you did that

Johnny: We are very proud of you for that

Bi-Han, biting back a whimper: You are both going to be the death of me

lemme know if y'all want more!

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #subscorp #bi han #johnny cage #sareena #bireencage #mortal kombat 11

[honey-beann]

Home (you)

rk brothers (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader

Chapter II - Raining, Then Pouring

Warnings:

Mentions of suicide

General angst

Slight physical violence

Mentions of injury

Nines is a handsy guy

Word count: 4,232

"Are you alright?"

The voice on the other end of the line was strong and steady, but you could hear the underlying fear within it, the sharp tone that always signified panic in the ever familiar youngest Anderson triplet.

Your teeth worried your bottom lip as you suddenly realized that you didn't actually know how to answer that question, and you were only forced out of your thoughts when Nines spoke your name, his tone now just a bit more tense and his words taking on a stern bite to them that you were all too familiar with.

"Yeah I uh... I'm okay I just..."

You trailed off, sputtering slightly in an attempt to find the right words as you shot a glance back towards your bedroom, where your two boys were currently sleeping due to you having deposited them there shortly after Sixty's impromptu arrival.

The door was open a crack so that you would have a better chance of hearing if either of them woke up and needed you, but you felt yourself bristle a bit in discomfort over the fact that they were in there all alone while your attention had to be elsewhere.

"You just what, Trouble?"

Nines asked calmly, his casual use of the nickname that he and his brothers had given you back when you were all just thirteen making you feel slightly less overwhelmed.

Nines was right there on the phone acting the same way he always did, and the world was still turning. You weren't dealing with any of this alone.

"I uh..."

You trailed off once more before allowing your eyes to make their way over to the front door, which was still slightly ajar, allowing the occasional raindrop to make it's way in and splash down onto the tiled floor of your kitchen.

Well, if it was managing to get in here, then how bad was it out there?"

You sighed a bit, running a hand through your hair as you nervously attempted to finally force the words you had been so desperately trying to say past your lips.

"Your brothers here, Nines."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, and then a few faint yet familiar footfalls told you that Nines was walking somewhere. These footfalls were followed shortly thereafter by some light rustling, though you weren't entirely sure what the cause of that was. And then, finally, the youngest brother spoke up again.

"When did he get there?"

He asked, his tone now lacking that brief calmness it had possessed the last time he'd spoken.

You smiled at his eagerness to get straight to the point, and gave a slight chuckle of amusement into the receiver.

"What, you aren't even gonna ask me which brother I'm talking about?"

You teased lightly, sitting yourself down at the kitchen table in an effort to calm yourself further.

When Nines responded, you could almost hear his eyes rolling, and his tone, while very slightly amused, had that familiar twinge of annoyance that you'd come to know so well over the years.

"You're calling me at 1:37am on a Wednesday morning, I don't have to ask which brother you're talking about."

He said as matter of factly as possible, his attitude making you smile a bit wider despite yourself.

It was far too easy to bother this man for his own good.

You were just about to reply when he spoke up again instead, his words close to as steadfast and firm as could be.

"I'm on my way over now. Would you like me to call Connor so someone can be there with you sooner?"

You nearly rolled your eyes at your friend's constant insistence on babying you, but couldn't help but be endeared by his kindness. How anyone could possibly think this man cruel, you didn't know, though you'd heard it said about him by plenty by coworkers who had known him in the past.

"I'll be alright, he's not even awake."

You answered after a few moments of thought, only to hear Nines give a brief scoff in response,

"And when has that stopped Connor from coming to your rescue before?"

You gave a short laugh at Nines' choice of words, remembering the way that he and Sixty used to tease their eldest brother for constantly trying to be your "prince charming". It was like a competition between the three of them back then, a game of who could be there for you the most, as if that would make one of them your favorite over the other two.

It was different now, but not by much.

"It hasn't, but I was actually talking about Sixty."

You clarified, amusement evident in your tone as Nines gave a slightly surprised sounding hum from the other end of the line.

"He's sleeping?"

"Passed out. Don't worry though, I didn't let him hit his head or anything. I know the drill."

You muttered, hearing Nines sigh discontentedly just as the sound of him starting up his car filled the once silent background of the call.

"Well you shouldn't have to. I'm going to text Connor so he has the option of heading your way if he happens to see the message, but I'll be there in twenty minutes. Call me if Caiden wakes up before I arrive."

You gave a hum in the affirmative, wrapping one of your arms around your body as you looked out the window to see the rain pounding on the pavement of your driveway.

"Yeah I will. Drive safe, okay?"

You tried to hide the anxiety you were feeling to the best of your ability, but must have failed pretty terribly, because the next time that Nines spoke his tone was far gentler than you'd heard it be for the entire night thus far.

"Of course, Trouble. I'll see you soon."

And with that, he hung up, always so eager to avoid saying goodbye that he hardly even bothered to anymore.

He'd told you that none would ever be adequate enough to bother with shortly after Hank had taken his own life, and Nines had done his best to go without saying any ever since. Maybe some part of him believed that if he just didn't say goodbye, then he'd stop losing people so easily.

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head back as you tried not to think about what loss had done to the four of you over the years.

"Ugh, I knew I should've tried harder to get him in here on my own, he's soaked."

You muttered, arms crossed and hugging your body tightly as you watched Nines drag his brother into your house, his forearms underneath Sixty's armpits as he backed himself easily through your front door and off to the side a bit before he laid his brother down on the hard tile of your kitchen.

"I'm sure he was soaked long before he got here. He'll be fine."

Nines reassured you tersely, his tone tense with what you imagined was anger and frustration as he looked down at his older brother with a familiar harshness to his gaze.

You wondered what the first time he'd looked at Sixty like that was.

You hoped this time would be the last.

But you knew it wouldn't.

"Well we can at least put him on the couch or something,"

You began, taking a few hesitant steps closer to the intimidating man and his unconscious brother,

"It isn't right to just leave him on the floor like a dog."

Nines shook his head immediately, squatting down beside his sibling to give him a brief once over for injuries as he spoke.

"Just like you said before, he's soaked. It'll ruin the fabric."

Adequately convinced that Sixty was without any severe injuries, Nines stood, looking you in the eye for the first time since his arrival a few minutes prior.

"Besides, he's not nearly far enough off from a dog to be worth the effort."

You rolled your eyes a bit at the familiar man's dramatics, knowing all too well just how fond he was of dogs when he wasn't too angry at his brother to care about the double meaning his words took on.

"Whatever you say."

You muttered, shrugging the disagreement off easily. You didn't have it in you to argue tonight, not after everything that had happened.

You stood from where you were seated, taking a few steps across the room to lock the front door, only to wince a bit on your first step back towards the table afterward, a movement that instantly caught Nines' attention.

"You're hurt."

He stated easily, his arms uncrossing as he reached out to take your shoulders and guide you gently back into the chair you had previously been sitting in at your kitchen table, his gaze intense as he stared down at you once you finished getting comfortable.

"What happened?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you slid your foot out of your slipper, frowning slightly at the sight of the bruise that had begun to form on top of it.

"Something had to cushion that ridiculously big head of his."

You muttered, avoiding Nines' gaze as you gestured toward his still unconscious brother, who looked rather peaceful in spite of how he had gotten to where he was now.

Nines sighed in response to your answer, but accepted it nonetheless, kneeling down before you and gently lifting your foot by the ankle to get a better look at it.

You watched him for a few moments, taking in the sharpness of his jaw and counting the barely noticeable freckles that adorned his nose and cheeks as he inspected your injury far more thoroughly than he had bothered to with Sixty's.

When he finally looked up to meet your gaze after a little while of this, you didn't look away despite how obviously you'd been staring, instead choosing to tilt your head slightly as Nines began wordlessly using one of his hands to run the pads of his fingers across the skin of your ankle. With his other hand, he moved upward, gripping your calf loosely and caressing the skin in that area as well as his eyes bore holes into you, the feeling of his skin touching yours making you shudder slightly, something you were sure he took notice of.

Eventually, without stopping his gentle exploration of your ankle and calf, he looked back down to your foot, humming softly as he examined it further.

"It's just a bruise."

He said quietly, eyes flickering back up to your own,

"It looks like it'll be sore for a few days at least, but it should heal just fine on its own."

You nodded at his words, eyes never leaving his as you reached for the hand that was moving slowly up and down your calf, as if he were worshiping the very feeling of your warm body beneath his soft palm and slightly calloused fingertips.

Nines stopped all of his gentle movements immediately, remaining still as you moved his hand from your calf up to your face, pressing your cheek against it and smiling at the familiar feeling of his thumb stroking slowly along the skin there, as if he were trying to memorize every detail.

You relished in this sensation for a few minutes before reaching down to palm his cheek within your own hand, smiling softly at the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at your touch.

At that, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his as you moved to take his other hand in your own, squeezing it softly.

It had been a few weeks since the two of you had last been alone together, always with the kids or Connor, and even though Sixty was so close by, you couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate Nines' presence.

"I love you, you know."

You said matter of factly, a taunting lilt to your tone that you were sure would have Nines rolling his eyes if only they were open.

He pulled away gently, removing his hand from your own in order to place it atop the one that was on his face, allowing him to move it away as he continued to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"I have absolutely no idea how or why."

His words seemed more for himself than you, murmured so softly you could scarcely hear them, but even so you felt the need to respond nonetheless.

"Because you deserve it. I don't know what I would do without you."

Nines chuckled humorlessly, though his tone was still kind as he spoke,

"Probably call my eldest brother even more often than you already do."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, and you did so with pleasure upon hearing his words.

"Oh shut it. No one triplet could ever replace either of the others. You know I love all three of you."

Nines hummed at your familiar adage, that humorless chuckle of his coming back with a vengeance once more.

"And that is the most confusing thing of all."

Nines countered, moving his hand up to play with some of the hair near your forehead before he brushed it all backward and away, standing up while remaining bent at the waist as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, a slightly amused twinkle evident in his eye as he did so.

"How you could love not one, but three disastrously broken and undeserving men is a wonder beyond me."

His voice now contained that same teasing lilt you had used against him before, only you didn't find his words nearly as amusing as he appeared to.

Still, you allowed him to continue, following him up as he straightened out, soon finding yourself turning with your back to the table as he moved the chair away and stood where it had once been

"We won't ever be worth all of the unrest that we cause."

He muttered quietly, his hands moving to your hips and briefly remaining there for a few moments before he gently lifted you up and placed you atop the table, no doubt in an effort to get you to stop standing on your freshly bruised foot.

Always so observant and considerate of your needs, and yet still blind to all of the good you saw within him and his brothers.

You frowned at his words, finally opening your mouth to correct him when you noticed the way his gaze was trailing over your body, eyes flitting down to the hem of your oversized shirt, one of Connor's from his trainee days, as it grazed your upper thighs, before allowing said gaze to move upward to rest upon your lips, until finally he was looking you in the eyes once more.

You felt your breath halt at the emotions you found within your shared eye contact, noting the anguish, fear, anger, and hunger present all within that one look.

Nines was always holding himself back, never moving forward quite as fast as his brothers did, especially not within the past few years, but even so, you never failed to know exactly what he wanted.

"You can kiss me, you know."

You whispered, voice steady and devoid of any and all hesitance as you spoke.

"You don't have to do this to yourself."

You felt Nines shudder in response to your words before his hand moved to tilt your chin upward slightly, his eyes moving over every inch of your face as if he were committing each detail to memory.

Eventually though, after what felt like ages of waiting on your end, he began to lean in slowly, until he was so close that you could feel his breath fanning familiarly against your lips.

It had been so long since he'd last given in and let himself feel loved, several months at least, and you fought off the urge to wriggle anxiously in anticipation as you placed your hands upon his shoulders, eventually moving both of them forward until your arms were looped around his neck.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, silent save for the sounds of slightly heavy breathing, until finally Nines shook his head, as if he were in disbelief.

He pressed his forehead to yours once more.

"I'm sorry."

And with that, his mouth was on yours, gentle and coaxing and so incredibly soft as he moved one of his hands to the back of your head, cradling it as you leaned back and pressed your torso firmly against his own, one of your hands moving to palm his cheek again as you did so.

You had no idea how long that kiss lasted, but what you did know was that when it finally reached its end, it was because of the keening cry that came from the other room, instantly forcing the two of you apart.

Your breaths came slightly heavier as you looked up at your friend, cheeks dusted a light pink and lips subtly bruised.

"Shit."

You muttered under your breath, placing your hands on either side of you to push yourself off of the table only to be stopped by Nines, who simply quirked his brow, shook his head and leaned down to press one final kiss against your lips before he pulled away slightly and allowed your noses to brush up against one another briefly as he spoke,

"You deserve so much better than even all three of us combined, Trouble."

And with that, he moved away from you entirely, taking long and practiced steps down the hallway heading towards your bedroom.

The crying stopped just seconds afterward, flooding your home with a brief, but overall welcomed silence.

That is, until a voice spoke up from your left,

"He really is good with them, huh?"

You jumped slightly, giving a light squeak of surprise as you pressed a hand against your fluttering chest, as if trying to physically force your heart to slow down.

Sixty, clearly no longer unconscious, was now sitting up on your floor, hands slightly behind him as he propped himself up in order to see down the hallway that his younger brother had just walked through.

It was only then that you registered his previous question and began nodding slowly as you also looked off into the hallway.

"Yeah, he really is. Connor too."

You muttered, wrapping your arms around your torso as you tried not to think too hard about just who you were talking to in that moment.

Sixty chuckled from his spot on the floor beside you, and you just barely resisted the urge to look over to see if his smile looked the same way it had the last time you saw him.

As beautiful and brilliant as ever.

"Well of course Con is good with them, no one ever thought he wouldn't be. Nines on the other hand? I don't think anyone ever thought he'd be interested in the whole family thing."

At that, you turned to face your ex fiance, arms still wrapped protectively around yourself as you looked him directly in the eye intentionally for the first time all night.

"And what about you?"

You asked softly, unable to stop yourself despite knowing what little good that question would do you.

"Me?"

Sixty asked, the chuckle that left him this time around just as humorless as Nines' had been earlier on.

"I think I ended up exactly the way that everyone thought I would."

His expression remained joyful as he spoke, but you could see the anger and pain in his eyes in spite of that, and you felt yourself reaching out to him unconsciously.

"Si-"

"Caiden."

Nines' voice far outmatched yours in volume, and you immediately turned to face him, your hand pressed firmly against your chest once more at what felt like the one millionth sudden intrusion of the night.

However, because of this change in your focus, you never noticed the way that Sixty's gaze neglected to move away from you, not even for a second for most of the time that his brother was speaking.

Nines, on the other hand, was all too aware of this, and was glaring daggers at him even as he continued to talk, the baby on his hip a stark contrast to him as he giggled and cooed contently.

"Do you have any good reason for being here right now?"

Nines questioned, watching as his brother shrugged, his gaze still unmoving even as he replied.

"Not really."

Nines rolled his eyes, scoffing slightly,

"So you just came here in the middle of the night to disturb your friend and her children?"

He asked, his tone venomous.

It was this question that finally got Sixty to look at him, anger evident in his eyes.

"Excuse you, asshole, but that 'friend' is my fiancee, and last I checked those kids are mine too."

He all but growled out, hands clenched into fists as he continued to lean back on them, his upper body just mere inches off of the floor, as if moving forward any further would've taken too much effort or caused him some great pain.

Nines broke out into harsh laughter,

"Oh but is she? Are they?"

He asked, his voice raised as loud as he could manage without disturbing Finley, who was now distracting himself with the buttons on his uncle's shirt.

Sixty glared daggers at his brother, sitting up further upon hearing his words, as if it would make the venom he was about to spit at him more impactful.

"Well she damn well isn't yours, and neither are the kids, are they Nines?!"

He shouted, and you watched as the look in his brother's eyes changed from anger to hurt to hatred in seconds, matching those of his older sibling in all but color.

Sixty seemed to see this too and immediately began laughing cruelly, the smirk on his face so large it was impossible to ignore

"Fuck, that really bothers you doesn't it? You hate that I actually got to say she was mine, and you can't fucking stand the fact that both of those boys are mine too."

Sixty paused to chuckle darkly, and you honestly thought for a moment or two that he was wise enough to stop there after seeing the rage in Nines' expression, but then he just kept going.

"Aww is someone mad because he wanted to be the one to put a ring on her finger and fuck his kids into her? Can you not fucking stand it when you look into Atlas' and Finley's eyes and see me instead of you?"

He paused to cough into his fist, groaning slightly afterward, though that borderline malicious grin never once left his face as he did so.

"Well guess what dip shit, there's nothing you can ever do to change it!"

He continued after a few moments, his eyes burning with a type of rage you hadn't seen him experience since childhood.

But if his eyes were scary, than Nines' were petrifying, slowly filling with this cloudy haze that you were sure couldn't be good.

"You weren't fucking perfect enough, she didn't fucking choose you, and no matter where you go or what you do you'll never be able to change that fact. Those kids are better off with her and her alone and you fucking know it!"

At that, Nines let out a low growl, gently handing you your son before taking two long strides toward his older brother and reaching down to grab him by the front of his shirt, yanking upward until Sixty was sitting fully upright, causing the man to visibly wince as Nines spoke cruelly and clearly, his voice never once faltering.

"No Caiden, that's just what you tell yourself at night so you don't have to admit out loud that it isn't the rest of us that they're better off without, it's just you."

Sixty immediately swung his right fist up towards his brother in response to his venomous statement, but Nines easily grabbed hold of it, forcing it back down to his side as he glared heavily into his eyes.

You held your son close to your chest, watching on in horror until finally, the heavy hate-filled silence was too much, and you opened your mouth to beg them to stop.

Just as you did though, there was the sound of a key entering a lock, and then the door swung open, revealing Connor, whose eyes immediately widened as he took in the sight before him.

You thought he was just going to tell them that they needed to stop the way he used to when this sort of thing would happen, but instead when he opened his mouth to speak, he said something different entirely.

"What the hell did you do?!"

He asked urgently, rushing over to wrestle his youngest brother off of the other before he cursed and pressed his hand against Sixty's side, which you could now see was bleeding profusely, staining his gray t shirt a sickening shade of dark red.

Connor then turned his attention towards you, his expression apologetic and pained as he spoke,

"Sweetheart, I need you to call 9-1-1 for me right now."

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[shions-chin-scar]

i want a full essay on haruta, you seem like a knowing person

*cracks knuckles* My time has come.

So, Haruta. Whether you love 'im, hate 'im, love to hate 'im, he's a character that few people in the fandom feel indifferent about. But I believe that he's also slightly deeper than the giggling sword-wielding maniac he seems to be at first glance.

Also there will be MANGA SPOILERS so don't click if you're anime-only

First, let's take a look at his name.

Shigemo is written with 重 (“shige” = heavy, important) and 面 (“mo” = mask), and together those two characters can literally be read as "multi-faced". This is already a hint to his personality: Haruta is someone who acts childish and humorous, but is actually cruel and cold-hearted.

Haruta is written with 春 (“haru” = spring) and 太 (“ta” = thick/big, a common male suffix). Spring is the symbol of new life, of a fresh start. It could be a possible hint to him recently becoming a curse user, or maybe a reference to his power.

Next, his perceptive and cunning nature.

Because yes, Haruta is actually pretty damn smart and tactical despite acting like a goofball most of the time. People are way too quick to write him off as a weakling and make fun of both him and Nobara for her defeat at his hands. Here are a few examples:

^Recognizing Nobara and accurately gauging her growth despite not fighting her during their previous (and only) encounter

^Understanding what the injured Megumi was doing and not letting his own guard down

^Realizing what Megumi was about to do (unfortunately too late)

He's also surprisingly self-aware about his own limitations despite his arrogance regarding his own abilities. When Gojo broke the barrier around the school, what did Haruta do? Immediately dip. When Nanami backhanded him across the whole store, what did Haruta do? Realize he was way outmatched and try to run. He's different from the likes of Juzo (hang rack guy) or Jougo, who overestimate what they can do and underestimate their opponents. Haruta knows he's not hot stuff, and as he says it himself, he's best at picking on the weak.

And let's not forget what a tactical fighter he is.

^Sending his sword after Nitta, fooling Nobara and allowing him to both keep track of her position and take her down

^Targets his opponent's weak spots to take them down

That was actually one of my few pet peeves with the anime: it felt like they made him less tactical. They removed Nobara's line about him aiming for specific points, as well as him injuring her leg, and it made his question about the sword hitting her head seem genuine rather than sarcastic.

His potential past.

This is where I'll be entering headcanon territory, but canon backs me up quite a bit on certain elements of it.

Haruta mentions that he doesn’t even know what exactly his own cursed technique does or how it works. Therefore, the likelihood of him coming from a family of sorcerers or having received a formal jujutsu education are more or less void. Had he inherited a technique like Nobara or Megumi, or gotten schooling, he would probably know more about it.

There is a running theme among curse users (whose past we know) of being rejected, sometimes even persecuted by society for their ability to see the supernatural:

Therefore, it’s not too far-fetched to assume that Haruta likely went through something similar himself. It would explain a few things about him.

Haruta's psychological issues.

I'm going to say it straight off the bat: I won't diagnose him with anything. I'm not a psychologist, though I did study psych in college. All I'm going to do is list a few of the obvious issues he has and their potential causes. JJK is a series of grey and gray, not black and white. No one is pure good and pure evil in it (except arguably some of the Curses because, well... they're Curses), and everyone has their own unique circumstances that led to them being the way they are.

That being said, one thing that immediately jumped out to me about Haruta is his barely hidden low self-esteem and insecurities. He's actually quite self-deprecating. If he just did it around other people I'd be inclined to believe that it's part of his "uwu i'm baby" front, but he also does it when he's alone.

It's worth noting that he also seems to specialize in sneak attacks from behind - fitting for a self-admitted bully who prefers to prey on the weak.

Yet at the same time, he's pretty full of himself and seems to have a certain paradoxical sense of superiority.

That's why I half-jokingly said in the tags of a previous posts that he has an inferiority-superiority complex. I think Haruta knows that he's not strong, but that his technique is absolutely broken even if he himself isn't particularly skilled (though he seems to have gained some confidence between the school invasion and the Shibuya incident - that's part of why I think he's a fairly recent curse user).

It's worth noting that the jujutsu world is much more dangerous than the regular one and death roams around every corner, doubly so for curse users who have a Kill On Sight order on their heads, and triply so when one’s cursed technique isn’t suited for fighting. It must be easy to feel weak and helpless under those circumstances.

Now let's get to the obvious, which are also Haruta's biggest flaws: his sadism and impulsivity.

Haruta obviously takes a lot of pleasure in hurting others, but what's especially concerning is he seems unable to hold himself back when he sees an opportunity for it, or think of long-term consequences. He tried to kill an injured Hanami just because he could, without realizing that doing so would anger the other Curses, and he went after Megumi despite barely escaping his encounter with Nanami an hour or so prior, which led to his death. He actually reminds me a bit of Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia, in that both of them just want to have fun in this world. What Toga really wants deep down is love and acceptance though - unfortunately Haruta never got the character development that she did.

He also clearly lacks empathy, which in itself isn't necessarily a bad thing, but combined with a personality that enjoys tormenting other people and has poor planning skills, it makes for a devastating combo.

^A perfectly healthy reaction to seeing an injured ally

It's worth noting that sadism and aggressive behaviors are believed to stem from both genetic and environmental (e.g., childhood trauma) factors. It can for example be a way for the person to turn the tables on the world and vent out their past hurts and anger, by making other people suffer like they suffered. Or a way to feel powerful - again, Haruta is someone with low self-esteem who preys exclusively on the weak.

TL;DR

Haruta Shigemo is actually pretty damn cool and smart and not just some one-dimensional grunt and he deserved better.

^Me @ Gege

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[deadbydangit]

I was referring to "Getting into an Argument with them" with Vittorio, Feng and Jonah, sorry for not specifying

I believe I can. I'm sorry this one took me so long, I didn't have very many good ideas for it. I still really don't. But, please enjoy anyways.

Getting into an argument with them: Vittorio, Feng, Jonah

Vittorio Toscano

He's pretty mild-mannered in general.

Vittorio tends to be very passive.

He's that, Make Love Not War, type of guy.

And he's able to let most things go.

So would take a lot for you to get into an argument.

Something really bad would have to happen.

Something along the lines of you putting yourself in great danger.

Or you doing something unbelievably cruel for no reason.

If it's the second reason, he wouldn't talk to you for days.

Depending on how cool it was, he might even leave you on the spot.

He's seen enough unnecessary cruelty in his life. He doesn't want to see anymore.

Especially from his partner.

Now if you put yourself in danger, that's a different story.

He doesn't get as mad as he gets hysterical.

He'll make a big deal out of the issue, dragging it on for days and days till you're annoyed with him.

"What were you thinking? Are you insane? Do you know how hurt you could have gotten?"

"What would I do without you? How would I continue to live knowing I let you get hurt like that?"

If anything, he's more upset with himself for not stopping you sooner.

Make sure you give him lots of affection and lots of affirmation.

And a very truthful and honest promise that you'll never do what you did again.

After that, just grab a book and read to him.

Or, just lay in his lap and allow him to keep you close by.

That's a surefire way to help him feel better.

Feng Min

She's usually pretty laid back.

But she has a couple things that will send her into a rage.

But these things are usually easily avoided.

One, if she loses a game in some cheap way.

If that happens, just avoid her for at least 30 minutes.

Or discreetly give her another game to play.

Then she'll go back to her usual self.

Another is if you interrupt her during a game that she can't pause.

If that happens, it's better to back out of the room, quickly apologize, and talk to her after the game.

If you needed her for something, she'll come and get you after her game.

She'll even thank you for waiting.

But there are times when she just gets unbelievably angry.

And during those times all little things set her off.

Her controller isn't where she left it.

Her hair is in her face.

It's too hot in the room.

Things that you can't control, she'll blame on you.

If anything, she acts more like a spoiled brat.

You can say that, but that's only going to make things worse.

She'll yell and stop her feet before just leaving.

In about an hour or so she'll come back.

And it's obvious she's feeling really bad about it.

But, she's too proud to say it out loud.

She'll apologize, but it won't feel like much of an apology.

She'll get you snacks though.

If it was a really bad fight, and she knows it was her fault, she will come back very remorseful.

She's not a big fan of talking about her feelings,but she'll do it this time.

For you.

And only you.

Don't worry, there will still be snacks.

Jonah Vasquez

Jonah can be very high strung.

Considering his past, you can't blame him too much.

However, unless you do something really bad, he isn't one to usually get angry with you.

However, one thing you could do that would anger him the most is scare him on purpose.

Again, considering his past and everything he went through, it's a pretty understanding issue.

Now, if you did it by accident, like you open the door and he wasn't expecting you, that's a different story.

He might be a little shaken up, but he'll brush it off soon after.

If you do it on purpose?

He might start yelling.

But, at the same time he's shaking violently.

And hyperventilating.

And he won't let you touch him.

He might even physically push you away if you try.

He'll want to remove himself from the situation as soon as possible to try and calm himself.

And if you pursue him, he might snap at you.

And his words can be hurtful.

He doesn't mean it, but you did something to him that he's asked you to never do.

If anything, he feels betrayed and it's justified to speak to you like this.

You'll need to give him some space and time.

Depending on how badly you scared him, it might be a couple days before he's ready to talk to you again.

And make sure you make sound when you're near him.

That way he knows you're around.

If you don't, he might think you're trying to scare him again.

Once he's ready to talk he'll sit you down and explain the situation.

He's aware he didn't react as well as he could.

But, in his defense, he's asked you not to do that.

It will be a time for both of you to apologize for what you had done.

He won't cry, but he'll definitely give you a long tight hug and make you promise to never do that again.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd survivor #dbd feng min #dbd johna #dbd vittorio

[taylorsv3rsion13]

Hi! Could you please write something for warren Rojas with the prompt “drunk/high love confessions” cause this prompt is just made for him ?

cruel summer - warren rojas

(really short blurb)

synopsis : drinking was the easiest thing for the band to do. but so was getting with each other...

Hot summer nights meant getting drunk with your band mates at a random bar on the strip in California.

All of you were new to the city and it was something to live for. Hollywood screamed for all of you and the busy crowds cheered whenever you guys were on stage.

After a few nights traveling to California though, you couldn't resist the feelings you had for one of your band members, Warren.

He flirted, you flirted, but it was all innocent. At least that's how it started. Soon the jokes grew more serious and soon your feelings grew larger for the boy.

"Keep drinking like that and you're going to tell Warren how you feel about him on accident." Karen said laughing a little as she watched me down yet another shot at the bar.

"He's making out with a groupie and I can tell he isn't in to me. I'm sure I'll know when and when not to confess." I said, asking for another shot.

Karen only sighed before getting up. She was hooking up with Graham, but I wasn't allowed to say anything more about that.

The night passed by slowly as the lights began to blur faster and faster with each drink I downed.

I didn't know what time it was, or who I was with anymore, just the fact that I was at a bar in Colorado, or was it California?

"Y/N, what are you still doing here, I thought you left with the others earlier?" I heard Warren's voice say as he put a hand on my back.

"Oh, I guess I didn't." I said, smiling up at him.

He sighed, "Come on, let's get you home."

WARREN POV

She was going to be blackout drunk very soon. I almost left the bar without her too. I didn't even see her at first.

Her eyes looked up to me sadly as she got up from her bar stool and we began our journey to the car.

"Did you know that avocados are fruits and not vegetables. I would count them as vegetables though." She said as her words slurred.

I laughed at her random facts that she would spit out when she was drunk as I helped her into the car.

She grabbed onto my arm.

"What?" I asked.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

I smiled at her, "Just going to the front seat, not very far."

She contemplated for a moment before saying okay.

I drove somewhat slowly as I was also a tad bit drunk aswell, though I would check on her through the mirror to make sure she was okay.

Her eyes were asleep most of the time until she woke up.

"Hey, Warren?" She mumbled.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking at her through the mirror.

"You're so pretty when you drive." She said.

I smiled, "Thank you."

"No, I'm serious." She said, "I really really really like you."

The car was silent as I didn't know how to respond.

"I like you too." I said finally as I looked at her in the mirror once again.

But there she was, asleep and her head slightly on the window.

She wasn't going to remember any of this tomorrow morning.

#warren rojas #warren rojas x reader #warren rojas x y/n #blurb #daisy jones and the six

[deludedfantasy]

Trimax Vol 13 Ch 1-4

I'm leaving on vacation this week, so I want to get my thoughts out before I go. Unfortunately, I'll be too busy to really participate in volume 14 next week, but I'll be reading along and reading what everyone else has to say. But without further ado, part 1 of my thoughts on volume 13!

Ch 1

Legato is back on his killing Vash bullshit. He is so devoted to Knives that he would go against what he wants to give him what he thinks he deserves. There are so many levels of mental gymnastics going on here, I kinda can’t keep up. 

Chronica is so past the point of caring about anything except her own revenge. Civilians in the city beneath her? Who cares! She just wants to destroy Knives. I wonder if it’s about more than the fact that he killed Domina, if there’s something about the fact that he’s an Independent that’s causing so much damage and giving Independents a bad name that’s driving her to act like this. 

Of all the human villains Vash has faced, Legato is truly the most powerful, the one who he would have the hardest time standing against regardless of his morals. How do you fight a guy who can control your entire body? How do you fight someone who is so obsessed with killing you, he’d do anything to achieve it? 

This conversation between Knives and Legato is interesting. Let’s see if I can get my thoughts about it straight. Legato still wants to kill Vash for whatever he did to Knives, even though Knives doesn’t want that and seems to want Vash’s death to be at his own hands. Legato desperately wants to prove to Knives how loyal he is—and Knives flat out tells him he doesn’t care. 

That’s such a blow. And I imagine it would only motivate Legato more, to prove that he is worthy, that he can hold Vash and defeat him, to make himself worthy in the eyes of his god, his truest love, whatever Knives is to him. 

Knives is so cruel to him. What a thing to say to someone who has only ever followed you and done what you asked of them. It makes you feel bad for Legato. 

I personally have never been able to decide if Knives really cares about Legato or views him as a useful tool. Or if it’s a combination of the two, hampered by his ideology which doesn’t allow him to care about humans or see them as anything other than lowly parasites. This conversation just muddies the waters even more for me. He’s so dismissive of him and his powers whereas at other times he’s shown, at least in his actions, that he cares about Legato and his survival. 

Then Legato also says, “His beliefs against my loyalty.” Which knowing what I know actually feels like a bit of foreshadowing…

Watching Vash fight Legato’s powers is so devastating. And I thought seeing him purposefully push himself closer to death was bad. This is just…a lot.

Add on Legato’s commentary to it and I feel like I’m chewing on glass. It’s been said over and over again lately, but something about Legato pointing it out and the blank look on Vash’s face fills me with indescribable emotions. 

Vash is pushing so hard because he doesn’t want to live anymore. He doesn’t care about the pain or staying alive. Sure, he has a goal to accomplish, but what happens after that doesn’t matter, so he’ll push past the normal limits to do what he has to do. 

What a strange moment of connection too, when Legato sees his own face reflected in Vash’s. They are enemies but they recognize this in each other. Usually, it’s painted as a bad thing when a villain says to a hero, “You’re just like me.” It’s certainly not good, but I don’t know. There’s no real moral judgment here. It’s just Legato realizing that Vash is more human than he originally thought. At least that’s the way I see it. 

Finally, the reveal of the coins and what they do! It’s…a tool to let Legato have a “fair” final battle with Vash? Vash certainly doesn’t sound happy about that. 

Ch 2

Oh, Vash is angry about this. All those deaths, all those people’s lives sacrificed, just for Legato to play this little game with Vash? What a cruel waste of life that spits in the face of everything Vash believes in. 

Legato, what the actual fuck. He just…puts Vash’s gun in his mouth??? What a move though, what a way to prove himself right. That Vash won’t shoot him even when he can put the gun straight into his mouth. 

Okay, I have no idea what’s happening here other than Legato executing some incredibly complicated maneuver and Vash still not shooting him because he’s Vash. But also how does he not crack his teeth doing all of that and keeping Vash’s gun in his mouth for the majority of it? 

Livio and Elendira have the best fight banter. I’m living for it.  

It’s nice to see Livio be confident about something, even if it’s his own fighting prowess. He’s been so anxious and unsure up to now, it’s great to see him really go for something. 

Livio, why are you being so cute right now? You’re in the middle of battle!

Meanwhile, the Earth fleet secretly descends to the planet’s surface. I wonder what they’re planning?

Ch 3

Where in the world did Legato get his giant Iron Maiden mace from? Like, where has he been hiding it this entire time? I know I won’t get an answer because Nightow plays by the rule of cool, but it’s just so funny. 

I don’t know why I’m even surprised by Legato at this point. Licking Vash’s blood from the floor? Okay, why not! 

So Vash and Legato both want to die, but it’s in very different ways. Vash doesn’t see a place for himself in the world anymore and he can’t see a future beyond this battle. Meanwhile, Legato almost wants to die to prove a point—the ultimate representation of his loyalty to Knives. He’ll die trying to kill Vash the Stampede for him, because his life doesn’t matter, only Knives’s mission. I don’t really know what to make of it, other than it makes Legato a very dangerous person for Vash to be fighting right now. Because nothing will make him stop. 

“Tell me, if it were not for you, would he have accepted me?” → Is Legato implying that he’s been trying to act as a replacement Vash for Knives? The trusted brother and confidant Knives supposedly always wanted Vash to be and Legato has desperately been trying to fill that role for years? No wonder Legato hates Vash so much. 

Livio, sweetheart, I love you so much. Runs around mid fight to get his hat and cloak back like he’s Indiana Jones, makes the cutest little face when he gets them back. They’re so important to him. He literally just got them and he’s unwilling to let them go! They’re the symbol of the new man he’s trying to become. Truly, he’s stronger with them. 

Ch 4

There’s something about Elendira’s new outfit that reminds me of a skeleton. Or more of an exoskeleton. It’s so strange and we’ve never seen her in it before. Who is this mysterious woman and what is she going to do now?

She’s moving so much faster and she’s suddenly smoking? These are some new and unknown powers for her. 

These poor soldiers are not having a good night at all. Imagine a giant ship just appearing in front of you while the world is ending. I’d be pretty freaked out too. 

But can we trust these new people from the Earth Fleet? Because so far, the Earth Fleet hasn’t done much to help and Chronica has kind of given up helping humanity in favor of revenge. 

As Vance is explaining the situation to Luida and co, I suddenly realized that most people had no idea what was going on or what the Ark was. Or who Knives is! One day, a strange ship just appeared on the horizon, looking like nothing they’d ever seen before, and started destroying everything in sight. That makes the past 7 months even worse. 

Now, not only is Knives actively a threat, he’s holding so much power he could literally destroy the planet. One being was never meant to have so much power and it seems like it’s inevitable that he’s going to lose control of it. 

Can’t get over this description of Vash or Luida’s face when she realizes who Vance is talking about. “For some reason his hair always stands on end.” He does that on purpose because he likes it, Vance. That’s literally it. 

But I wonder how the Earth Fleet knows about him. And how they think he can help that isn’t just fighting Knives. 

I think the award for most ridiculous gun in Trigun should go to Legato’s oversized Iron Maiden mace. Because what even. How is that a gun. Why is that a gun. Nightow, I have so many questions. 

Wait, did Vash’s coat turn black too? Like in episode 12 of Stampede? He’s using up so much of his power that it isn’t just changing his hair color but the color of his clothing. Or is this just Nightow being symbolic and the coat is still red? 

Elendira says something about removing her restraints and now I’m wondering if that skeleton suit is her actual body. And who were the other two people she removed her restraints for? Part of me wonders if one of them was Knives and that’s how they met? Elendira, I have so many questions about where you come from and what your powers are. 

And Razlo makes an appearance! We haven’t seen him for a while. I wonder if that’s what Elendira senses here. Though I wonder how she even feels him. Sometimes, the theories about Elendira being part Plant in Trimax feel very correct because of things like this.

#trigunbookclub #trigun

[fatuismooches]

Fontaine Archon Quest Act 1 + 2 Spoilers beneath the cut!!! 👾 anon and 🎺 anon i responded to you here :) (Also lots of talking about Arlie because I LOVE HER)

I've also gone through Lyney and Lynette's character stories/voice lines regarding Arlecchino (and a rough translation of Freminet's) and I completely agree! To be completely honest she seems more nicer than I thought she'd be. Of course, she's still strict and evil but she still has standards and seems to care for the siblings to some extent. One of the lines I found most interesting was "Perhaps the most amazing aspect of Lyney's Founding Day magic show was its ability to have even "Father" lay down her heavy burden and enjoy a brief moment of familial love." I didn't expect her to have such a close connection with the siblings. Plus, when she denied giving Lyney a Delusion and also allowed Lynette to keep a box of cats? Loved that. She can be cruel and mean but she does have some sort of heart left. Not to mention Arlie's confirmed to be from Fontaine. I hope we learn her real name soon! Totally with you there with her being soft only for reader ❤️ She has the ability to be kind but expresses it in perhaps an unconventional way. Even when she's being soft she doesn't know exactly how to act. Really looking forward to her in-game appearance!!

HELP I WAS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE😭😭 Saved for months with absolutely no regrets. Currently saving for Arlie as well! I wish you luck on your primogem saving ❤️❤️

FR I LOVE THE SIBLINGS SOOO MUCH 😭💖💖 (Freminet was robbed of screentime though) AND YES ARLECCHINO I LOVE HER 😭 Ugh I can totally imagine that <3 Arlie shows her kindness in a stern and strict way but you're the complete opposite. You can't fathom being cold to these little cuties! You're the affectionate one and while Arlie does scold you a bit about spoiling them too much she can't get too mad because at least you can handle all the mushy stuff which she cannot do very well. I'm now brainrotting about the kids seeing you and Arlie argue and becoming scared for your relationship and trying to get the two of you to reconcile 😭 I'm literally bouncing in excitement for 4.1 i want to see her so bad!!

Moving on to me just talking about the quests. Did anyone else feel a bit upset at Traveler for how they treated Lyney and Lynette at the end?? I did considering everything the twins went through. I understand the Traveler not trusting the Fatui but they were literally holding onto Childe's Vision in that moment?😭 Besides that little piece, these two Archon quests were really solid and lots of fun. Was also surprised how many serious topics were put into it too. Usually they leave the dark stuff for side/world quests.

Navia. Definitely an amazing character i loved her in the quests. Really beautiful, great personality, and i love her two bodyguards. Her voice while yelling at Neuvillette was really raw 🥺 Also loving Furina a lot. I didn't expect her to be insecure of herself. Seems like her confidence is just a facade for her people's sake. Y'all already know how I feel about Neuvillette haha i didn't expect him to be so emotional but I'm loving him so much! (I love everyone lemme just stop repeating myself 😭)

But damn being dissolved into water is so grim 😭 Imagine just being Fontanian and all of a sudden you learn you could simply dissolve and no one would ever know. I'd literally be so scared that i could die at any time 😭

EDIT: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT CHILDE IM SO DONE. IM SO SORRY CHILDE LOVERS I GOT TOO SWEPT BY ARLIE. Anyway. Childe was so freaking cute. He is the kind of guy who would tell you every little detail no matter how minuscule it is about his siblings. Teucer told him about something that happened to him? Okay now you're getting the same story but more drawn about and longer because Childe can't help babbling about his family.

I know people are clowning on Childe for getting beat by Neuvillette but give my man some credit 😭 He managed to scratch A DRAGON THATS IMPRESSIVE OKAY.

#smooches talks #👾 anon #🎺 anon #the archon quests were an absolutely joy to play i felt really into the story! #just paimon stop talking after every dialogue please 😭

[tetsunabouquet]

When Eyes Meet- Kise Ryota

A/N: Alright, someone actually expressed interest in having this one-shot series finished but I have not received an answer yet when I asked if they had a preference for the next guy so I'm picking Kise! The specific soulmate concept comes from ElfQuest, in case this is actually the first time you came across this series :) Aomine - Murasakibara - Kagami - Kuroko - Akashi - Midorima

As long as mankind had existed, everyone had a second name. The name of their soul. It was a well-guarded secret one might only share with their family and friends as close as blood. However, there was a special instance that exposed one soul name to another, called Recognition. This occured when two people locked eyes with each other and somehow they would know the other's soul name. This is what society calls 'the moment you knew you found your soulmate'. There seemed to be no pattern or rules about how the concept worked. Some people did the moment they met someone, but others would Recognize someone they had known all their lives. Recognition just happened. But one thing was for sure, Recognized couples seemed to have the true love out of a fairy tale. It was something that seemed to evade you. You chalked it up to boys being too intimidated or focused on your beauty to actually properly see you. You were the prettiest girl at Kaijo and used to be a model when you were younger. You hated the toxic fashion industry though and quit during middle school. It wasn't all that bad though, as through modelling you met your best friend, Kise Ryota. In a sea of boys either too intimidated or horny, he seemed to be the only guy who treated you normally. A breath of fresh air. He always listened and understood, even when it were very girly topics like how your middle school classmate, Hitachin Kiki, had made your life a living hell because she was envious of you being prettier then her. It was because of him, that you attended Kaijo anyways. You liked attending school with your best friend, but currently, you were annoyed at the fangirls who just didn't seem to learn. They were squealing around his table, all having a bento box prepared for him. You sighed in irritation as you neared his table, your own bento box in hand. "Ryota, shall we eat lunch together? You don't want to believe what Momoi told me the other day." As his friend, Kise allowed you to call him by his first name and had introduced you to the GOM before. Because you and Momoi were stuck in a pretty similar boat, you had quickly gotten along. The girls all glared at you as Kise stood up with the bento box one of his sisters had prepared for him, neither in need of their bento boxes or wanting to try out their cooking. Kise didn't cared for them at all, and often, the two of you would secretly giggle about them behind their backs. It might be a little cruel, but they made it hard. Their dislike of you didn't earn any sympathy either. As the two of you strode off to your favorite spot on campus, Kise seeming a little extra quiet today. "OI! What's got you down in the dumps? Where's my ray of sunshine?" You teased him lightly, grinning. Kise refused to look at you, which got you to halt him dead in his tracks with our hands on your hips. "Kise Ryota, spill it!" He sighed. "I just feel guilty every now and then." You frowned, confused. "About what?" "You. I know you're into music and that Kaijo has a terrible music program. I just feel like you could be thriving as I am at basketball if you were in a school with a better program and I know I am the only reason why you are here in the first place." You blinked, feeling touched but you didn't like that look on his face. "Ryota," you said tenderly, "Success matters nothing to me if it means I have to stay away from the place where I've been treated with kindness I've never know before. I know you have respected me from the very beginning and that means so much to me." "Of course I have. Do you know how much I admire you from daring to quit modelling? You could have used your modelling connections to become an idol yet you choose freedom. I have never seen someone so wise as you, other then Kurokocchi." You chuckled at that and as you looked fondly into one another's eyes, it happened. "Fohn?" Kise asked as he looked at you, and you felt the shivers down your back as he spoke your soul name. "Yes, Gyl?" You asked, giggling out of the delightul shock, something he silenced as he kissed you. It was as magical indeed.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #kise ryouta #kise ryota x reader #kise ryōta #recognition #momoi #modelling #friends to lovers

[nucanitickles]

Dante Gets Got (Or Not) Drabble + Headcanons

Dante was an... interesting character. Arrogant, sure, and more than a bit boastful, but Eiden was sure something a little softer, a little sweeter, lurked beneath what could only be a cruel facade.

That being said, an attempt at attacking Dante may not really go so well...

So far, in terms of Eiden VS Clanmates, the score was 4-3. So while he was winning, his clanmates were a little too close to catching up for his liking. If he counted Morvay and Aster, it would be 6-3, but counting the familiars as clanmates just felt wrong. Even though they acted like clanmates, and enjoyed hanging out with everyone, they were very distinctly their own thing.

So 4-3 it was, and Eiden was attempting to bring a 5th victory to the table.

By attacking a literal king.

Hey, he never claimed he was smart.

"Danteeeee~" Eiden sidled up behind him, an obviously fake innocent grin plastered on his face. He draped himself over the man like an overly-affectionate cat, giggling as the man pulled a face. "How are you doooooing?~"

"Fine, until you showed up." Dante huffed, back slightly hunched in his seat as Eiden's weight pressed down upon him. "Will you release me? Or will I have to force the matter?"

"No fun." Eiden pouted, but clambered off him, allowing him to regain his impeccable posture and raise an eyebrow. "I suppose I shall go have fun elsewhere." He put on a fake accent, mimicking Dante's way of speaking and assuming a haughty stance. "As my presence is so offensive."

Dante's eyebrows creased in confusion, before realisation dawned on his face that he was being teased. His eyebrow raised yet again, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. Ok, this was how it was going to be. "Very well then. Leave. I have business to attend to."

Eiden huffed, but accepted defeat willingly. Clearly Dante had more important stuff to do, and he could attack him later... As he turned to leave, still playfully haughty to show that he wasn't really upset (God forbid some of his more... protective clanmates think Dante hurt him), he yelped as a strong arm pulled him back, falling into the king's lap and looking up into a smirking face.

"No fun, eh? I'll show you fun."

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️ Ok with Dante I haven't actually hit his part of the storyline yet? Shocking I know. Considering I've been playing for months this should be a travesty but I did have many breaks so honestly idek.

❤️ Anyway I'm a little iffy with his personalisation (obviously) and for now with what I've got to work with I think this guy is mostly a ler? Like you can definitely get him, he can be a lee, but at the same time he prefers to ler.

❤️ As a lee I can imagine this guy is the hardest fighter. Throws kicks, punches, elbows and knees until his ler is bruised to hell and back. You need an Olivine on hand to heal you after getting Dante. I imagine his laugh would be very attractive - one of those laughs that is deep and silky smooth and it's like how tf do you not even slightly screech scream or snort tf? Literally stereotypical sexy muscle dude laugh. Minus the leg muscle lmao

❤️ Probably the kind to cuss you out between laughter. Also the kind to violently sulk after getting got.

❤️ As a ler I imagine he would be mostly the punishment tickler. You know the kind, wait for any kind of infraction before offering 'punishment'. Usually lectures his lee on why what they did was wrong and that he would graciously wait for an apology. Will then pretend he can't understand his lee when they say sorry.

❤️ I can imagine him being slightly more playful, but I think you'd have to be really close to him to do that and I think he probably has a hard time letting people in? Either way it's a while before anyone can even reach that side of Dante.

[wordsbymae]

mae I swear we're so desperate for non-violent yandere content that we ate it all so plz let's talk more about alwyn

Yay! I'm not too fond of violent yandere stuff (at least directed at the darling) either. I can handle some stuff but heavy (constant) violence directed at the darling is just not for me (others may like it and that's fine!). I'm so happy you guys liked him!

I have like 6 out of my 12 drafts dedicated to Alwyn now. I do want to dive more into his yandere side (I find myself only really skimming the surface of it all with my OCs, but I think that's just a confidence thing, as I write more it should get better). I want to really show the lengths he will go and also how obsessive and delusional he can be.

I also plan to have the reader just not flinch at all to that side (maybe the violent side), like she might walk into the back room he told her never to go into for some reason and just sees him in front of the college of things relating to her. A statue of her in marble he forced a poor artist to make. It's decorated in expensive necklaces and bracelets (he gives you the priceless stuff), he's laid down flowers (they look a lot like the ones you had in your hair when he first saw you) around the feet of the statue, there are neat piles of dresses that you thought you gave away cause they either ripped, you just didn't like them or ones you thought you lost. They all have questionable stains on them (particularly around the bust area). And he here is just looking at you in fear cause he's thinking you gonna freak out and try and leave (he would never let you) instead you just ask him if he's seen a ring of yours and he silently takes it from the altar in front of him and gives it to you. You give a cheer of thanks and just leave.

Hey! Have you se- stop screaming it's just me. Have you seen my ruby ring?

You know that quote that always goes around for incorrect quote things were it's like:

I know you love them

Why would you say that?

I saw you drawing up your wedding invitations

Those are plans for our joint tombstone

That is him! He is so obsessed he just is constantly thinking of you. You know how he said he couldn't rob people at the party when he was thinking of you? I mean it literally, like he's just following you around with his eyes from his hiding spot in the bushes and he has literal heart eyes, and his men are like ok so do we attack now? and he just gives a sigh and puts his head in his palm and just has this dopey smile on his face. He then shoots up and is like an ok new plan! Steal her, and point directly at you as you just stand completely oblivious to it all. and his men are like ah yes for ransom. and he's like ahhhh yes for ransom, it has nothing to do with the fact I think she is pretty and I overheard her talking and she sounds really smart and she also told a really funny joke about dogs, It has nothing to do with that at all. and just as he's about to put operation steal the pretty girl into action, you're running off into your room in tears. He gets so sad too until he comes up with a better plan to kidnap you during the week. They all fail and he's just in the pub crying into his arms on the table but if anyone asks he's not and he's just planning a heist and needs to cover his face with his arms as a way to think. And then the shouty man who does noble decrees is in the pub telling everyone that if they've got the money they can marry you. His head is shooting up and he's like yes! Now I can put my real talents to good use, killing and robbing!

I also like to think he would be really sad he wasn't allowed to see you before the wedding. In the reader's mind, she's protecting herself against a cruel rebuttal if her future husband decides she's not desirable enough, in his mind he's going feral because he just wants to see your face and make you laugh. He sneaks around and finds you though. Whether that be through your window as you're getting ready for bed and he's just hanging onto your balcony for one look at you. Or (and he will never admit this to you) but he's hiding under your bed as you get changed, and he bites his knuckles to stop himself from combusting in joy at the sight of your naked thighs and heavy breasts. And then there are the nights here's listening to you touch yourself, he's either under your bed again or hiding in your closet and he's just listening to your bed slightly creak and your whines and moans and heavy sighs and even the sound of your fingers gliding inside your heat. It's almost enough for him to pass out. Instead, he releases some pressure using his hand wishing it was your cunt he was rutting against instead of his rough palm. Also, he dreams of shoving his head in between your thighs and feasting on your sweet taste. All in all he just wishes he could talk to you so he can charm his way under your skirts.

I think it all got to his head as well. Like in your mind you are worried you are not good enough, but he's feeling the same thing. I mean you are the daughter of a noble. He's just the bastard son of some lowly knight (not the prince like everyone says) and his mum tried everything to raise him well and he still becomes a criminal! He's a murderer and crook and yet he's marrying you. So he feels like he has to show off. But he is a stupid man and he thinks that includes threatening a priest and making vulgar comments about you to his men (look how strong he is! listen to how much he thinks you're hot!). he felt really bad when you sobbed when he said the stuff about making you suck his cock, and he also felt really really bad at the way you cried getting called a heifer. He meant it as a really good complaint! Heifers and cows are pretty and cute like you.

Ok, I have to go get food with my mum (I'm starving) but hope this is good!

lots of love mae xx

#yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #oc #yandere prompts #mae answers #oc outlaw #alwyn #oc alwyn #also if it seems ive been online alot today its because i was finishing an assignment and ive been checking into tumblr when i get bored #promise i have a life and friends #also i finished the assignment! #chubby!reader #female reader #mae speaks #insecure!reader #midsize