#this brush has quickly become my favorite i am obsessed clearly

[herstroywritten]

Darn Pigtails

Hello! I genuinely have no excuse for this monstrosity of a piece that I agonized over for the past few days instead of focusing on my uni work. I’ve spent the last month obsessing over Fate and Rivusa (the latter has been a life long obsession and Fate has only added fuel to the fire, with just one scene...). Yes, I am a part of that clown circus and honestly, I’m proud. I’ve always been a writer, but never posted anything but I figure here goes nothing. I was very inspired by some very talented writers in this tiny little club that’s been created on here for this ship (you all know them by now...). I couldn’t resist adding my own (not so) little addition to the collection. I don’t currently have an account on ao3 or anything, so this is just what’s happening. Be warned, it’s long and maybe excessive (8k words, oops). Other than that, enjoy and feel free to let me know your thoughts!

It started with pigtails.

He'd seen Dowling parading her around the square as students fought tooth and nail to kill the fake dummies that seemed to embody their realistic counterparts more than they should have. She's had a raincoat on at the time, not that he would have cared what she was wearing because… how could he notice anything but the pigtails? Fucking pigtails! Long enough to reach her waist, dark enough to have him thinking that the darkest of night skies must have been modeled after that same color, and pin-straight from root to tip. She walked by, lavender sweater and loose jeans, and that's the first thing he noticed. Her pigtails. He felt his tongue move, the tip pressed against the top of his mouth, ready to make a crude comment about how he'd love to tug on those pigtails in more than one scenario because honestly, was he not supposed to with the way that they swung about perfectly matching the sway of her hips? His eyes lit up as he just about let the words tumble out, and then she let her eyes lift to meet his as she made her way through the specialists' training grounds. Brown eyes lingered over his green ones for longer than any normal interaction accounts for, before dropping downward to the rest of his form. His mouth quirked into a smirk.

 "Oh," he thought. "So this is how we're going to play this game."

 Never let it be said that Riven ever backed down from a game or a challenge. And it just so happened that this particular game, the cat and mouse chase, was one of his favorites. So he figured, if she could stare at him like that, it would only be rude not to return the favor. He turned around, let his eyes fully graze over her whole figure the way he'd been too distracted to do before, and that's when he noted the stick she held. Whatever dumb comment he'd been so eager to make about her pigtails was quickly replaced by, "You like holding that big stick?"

 He'd hoped for a reaction. And boy did he get one, a swift and lithe little trick she'd been hiding, seemingly waiting for the chance to pull it out. And even though he'd been training his whole life to defend himself, he just about let her jab his left eye out because he was so very much intrigued by the way her hair swayed to meet her movements and her brown eyes that bore into him with rage. Yeah, this was going to be all kinds of fun.

 "I think I just threw up," she said, her face twisting into clear disdain. But her eyes sparkled and he thought maybe her hair is not the only thing the night sky was modeled after. He'd seen her before, somewhere in the background perhaps. Class? No. If she were a specialist and in his classes, there was no way in hell he wouldn't remember her. The cafeteria? Probably, there was only one place to get food in this godforsaken place and he doubted she hadn't made her way down there at least once. The Alfea hallways? Again, not unlikely. And that's when it clicked into place. She was one of the too many to remember (in his opinion) roommates of Sky's new obsession- Bloom. The four, sometimes five, of them were always together, huddled up beside one another in the cafeteria benches or on the way to classes. Honestly, now that he thought about it, was there ever a time when he'd seen those girls- besides Stella- alone? He definitely had never seen her alone. "Well, better take advantage of the chance," he thought. So, he dug into her, asked about her little run around the training grounds with the headmistress. He wanted to see how far he could push her rage, how willing she was to give him a good show. Between comments about dancing and fairies versus specialists, her eyes flashed purple and he soon realized that he'd bit off more than he could chew. As if her natural brown irises weren't alluring enough, the way they looked when he powers took over held a whole other sense of siren's lure within them. It took him a second to realize what was happening, that she was reading him. And he would have let her continue too, if it meant that he could hold her attention just a little while longer and feel whatever kind of electricity was rippling between the two of them for a few more minutes. Too bad she chose that moment to let him know exactly what she was doing, and exactly how he felt.

 "You really hate being here, don't you?"

 In this school, yes. Here, right now, with her eyes all over him and his hands twitching to edge upwards and brush his hands against those darn pigtails? No. No, he would have loved to stay right here just a little longer. But he was more scared of whatever hell she'd dig up from within him, so instead he told her to stay the fuck out of his head. He caught a glimpse of her prideful smirk, taunting him about this lost battle and her evident win, right before he whirled around and walked his way back to wherever his legs would lead him.

 Passing by the guy he'd seen constantly following her around like a lost puppy dog, the one he assumed was her boyfriend, he murmured under his breath something along the lines of "Good luck with that one."

 And then he was gone. But not before he remembered that he hadn't caught her name. No matter. As previously mentioned, never let it be said that Riven ever backed down from a challenge. She'd won this battle, but he was going to win the war.

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The next time he found himself in her company only, the world had flipped on its axis.

Dowling and Silva were gone and Harvey had turned into a muted professor, almost never seen anywhere except in the greenhouse when he had classes to run. The new headmistress, Rosalind, ruled with a grip tougher than steel. Andreas was  the male version of her, so not any better. Fairies were being forced into combat positions, whether they liked it or not, and upperclassmen specialists were forced into being their mentors, whether they liked it or not. Classes were stricter. You miss one lesson, you make up two class times in personal training with either Andreas or Rosalind herself. At first, everyone'd thought that was a stupid rule. Who doesn’t want a one-on-one with the professors? It took just one dumb third-year specialist missing his first lesson on the first day of the second term for everyone to realize that these training sessions were practically abuse covered with a prettier name.

But the thing that had changed the most, the thing that he couldn't even begin to name, was whatever the hell was happening to his mind. He no longer knew where his day started and where it ended. He knew he must have gotten up every morning and  gone to classes and eaten to sustain his body for the brutal training session that followed and delt with whatever else needed dealing with. And yet, he remembered none of it. None of it except the moments spent chasing Sky around (which inevitably meant chasing the Winx suite around), the moments spent training his new fairy mentee- Musa, and the nightly runs to Dowling's- no, Rosalind's- office where he involuntarily spilled every little detail about his day. His mind had become an utter blur, his thoughts were no longer his own. He knew somewhere in his mind that he needed to stop, had tried endlessly to stop, but the more he held back from Rosalind's spell, the faster his words seem to come out. So, he'd stopped trying to fight it.

It was to his horror when he had been assigned Musa for training. He wasn't sure what he had expected. Of course they were going to pair him with a Winx suitemate, he just had expected it to be Bloom. Bloom was who they wanted details on after all. Even Stella would have made more sense, what with her mother being so very controlling. But no. Bloom went to Sky, Stella to some third year specialist, and he got Musa. If guilt wasn't already shredding him to pieces, it would be now.

He tried to console himself with the fact that he was better prepared to handle her this time. He'd spent enough time with Sky and the girls to have picked up the little details about her. She constantly listened to music to block out the world, she liked wearing shorts and miniskirts (a fact he quite enjoyed), she had an unhealthy obsession with bomber jackets (a fact he could do without when she was also wearing lacy silks under those same jackets), she liked pancakes for breakfast (but only when they were drenched with maple syrup), and the list goes on. His personal favorite fact, however, was that her hair was always immaculate and never the same two days in a row.

The point was, he could do this. All he had to do was train her. No talking necessary. She sure as hell was not about to strike up conversation with him if he didn't bother her. So, he'd keep his mouth shut and just teach her what he needed to teach her. Then he'd leave. That way, when his legs would inevitably carry him to Rosalind at midnight on the dot, he'd have nothing to give her but a good rundown of what moves they had practiced.

How wrong he had been.

He had clearly overestimated his ability to not falter in front of her, because the second she walked into the mat, he knew he'd have to say something.

This time, her hair was in tightly wound braids. Two of them, wrapping vertically down her scalp like fine rope. This time, he wants to undo her hair, to tug the black elastic ties out of place and run his fingers through each threaded piece until the strands lay about her shoulders in waves. He'd like to know what she looks like with her hair down, like fully down.

As if the hair wasn’t enough, she was also dressed in the tight female version of the specialist gear. It's all green woven material that crosses her chest, black mesh that lines her sides, and tight leggings that bring an ungodly amount of attention to her ass.

So, he slips up. "If I knew this is what you'd look like in a uniform-" he starts, but never finishes.

"Don't you dare finish that thought," she warns, voice dripping with a no-nonsense attitude.

"What's gotten into you?"

"It has not been my day. Hell, it has not been my week."

"It hasn't been anyone's week," he feels the need to remind her. And when she looks at him with those eyes, he wonders if she can read right through him without having to use her magic.

"Yeah, well. Let's just say I'm having a particularly more-so-than-average-shit day. So I'd appreciate it if you kept the comments to yourself." She's frustrated, he can see it. She's giving him the perfect out of a bad situation. She's begging him not to talk to her and that's exactly what he needs but goddamn it, he can't back away from a challenge even when his mind is in literal hell.

"What, can't handle me?" She scoffs at that.

"I can handle you just fine. I've been handling other's comments and thoughts since my powers started showing up. That's not the problem.

"What is the problem then?" He's digging, searching for something. For what, he's not sure. She's just finished lacing up her boots. She looks at him then, stares him down.

"The problem is I don’t want to handle you right now, Riven." And with that, she shoves past him to the center of the mat. But he's not done yet.

"You sure about that? I've never met a girl who doesn’t want to handle me before…" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she chuckles a little at his antics.

"Yeah, no. But even if I did want to, you'd really have to do better than that.

"What, the line wasn't up to your standards?"

"Was it up to yours?"

"Not my best, I'll admit. But I make do. And you can't tell me Harvey Jr. has done any better." Rage flushes through her features at that particular comment. He watches as her cheeks flush bright red and as the flush slowly spreads to her neck and below the rounded collar of her uniform, slowly cursing whoever created the damn thing for not making it a V-neck. 

"Ooh, a reaction! Go on, then. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"None of your fucking business."

"It never is, and yet I'd love to know."

"Seriously, Riven. Let's just not talk." She wound up, ready to burst. Her hands are balled into fists by her side and her back is arched towards him in anger. She's a spring ready to jump, and he wants to see how high she can reach.

He goes for the typical line, "Trouble in paradise, then?"

Turns out she can jump pretty damn high, something he expected. What he didn't expect was for her to jump him. She pushes him with so much force that he barely catches himself before he falls. Tears stream down her face as she punches at his chest (hopelessly, he notes… he's got a lot to teach her). He lets her continue the onslaught on his chest, is impressed by her force and strength and persistence even if the form is all wrong. When she finally stops, the tears do too. All that's left are her hiccups and his eyes following her every movement. He watches her dry her eyes vigorously, hears her curse him and the school and herself… and Sam? He's not sure what's happening right now, not sure why his arms suddenly want to wind around her frame and pull her in, or why his heart clenches at the sight of her tears. He chooses to ignore it all.

They continue the rest of the training session in silence, with him only speaking to direct her movements and point out a thing or two about her form. Later that night, after running through his nightly routine with Rosalind, he finds out from Sky that Bloom was especially distressed today because Musa was especially distressed today because Musa and Sam had decided to call it quits. Riven feels light-headed at that news,  and he's still not exactly sure why his body is so adamant about reacting to news involving her.

He rolls into bed, thinking bitterly to himself that he won today. He won this battle. So why does it feel like he lost it?

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They continue their training sessions in silence for a while, until eventually a banter sparks between the two of them. He's not quite sure how it happens, just as he's not quite sure how anything happens anymore. He assumes he probably made some joke about how good her legs looked in those damn tights or about how she desperately needed help with her fighting stance. Maybe he just wore her down with his constant questions. He doesn't really care, to be honest. He knows he should care, in the same way that he knows he should actually avoid talking to her instead of showing up every day eager to see her. He just can’t bring himself to do it, not when she shows up in that uniform every day or when she looks at him with so much pride when she finally nails a move they've been working on for so long, and definitely not when she starts to initiate the playful conversations with the same smirk that he would maybe like to kiss off her face. There's so many things he should do at the end of the day, but he does none of them. He just lets whatever happens happen, and it kind of works out for a bit. They tease each other, teeter-tottering somewhere between playful and full on flirting. They fight in close combat corners, sometimes ending up on top of each other. Those days are a personal favorite of Riven's, especially when she's on top of him and he can feel her thighs straining against his waist as she pins his arms above his head. (He may have taught her that one move just for this moment. He felt it was a shame to not put those dance-trained legs of hers to use.)

The perfectly odd tightrope they walk snaps on a Wednesday afternoon, after they've finished training and are walking toward the benches that hold their water bottles. He takes a swing of his water, and then looks up from his seat to see her standing up and chugging her own bottle. A loose droplet slips past her lips and down her uniform's tank top. He follows it with his eyes, not even bothering to hide the very obvious motion even as she finishes her drink, looks at him with a raised eyebrow, and then chuckles at him while rolling her eyes.

"You could be a little less obvious, you know." She calls him out casually. He smirks at the comment before dragging his eyes back up to her brown orbs.

" Subtle isn't really my forte. Besides what fun would it be if you didn't know I was staring at you?"

She rolls her eyes, but her smile gives her away. "You're gonna give some poor girl a heart attack one day if you look at her like that." It's a teasing remark, but he feels his adrenaline hike up at her comment. The game is back on.

"Some poor girl, huh?" He leans into her on the bench, invades her personal space. She blushes, looks directly ahead, and he thinks he's winning another one of the many secret battles they seem to find themselves fighting. Then, she turns to him and looks him dead in the eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" He didn't expect that. Again, he knows he should just leave or say no. Anything to avoid a conversation that could lead to more than just a flirting banter, anything to avoid something that Rosalind may actually be interested in. But she's looking up at him with wide eyes and he's convinced he's become weak and that she's won this battle because he can't bring himself to say no.

"Uh… sure?"

She looks around nervously, as if deciding whether to ask what's on her mind or not. Finally, she leans close to him and asks in a slow and quiet voice, "Where do you sneak off to every night at midnight?" He pulls back from her faster than he thought he would ever be able to pull away from her, blinking down at her now shocked face.

"How-"

"How do I know? You have a roommate, Riven. He hears you leave every night and says nothing about it, but he's been worried about you. He says you've been acting different… For what it's worth, I think he's right. Especially when we're not in training sessions, you're completely out of it. I know this has been a rough mon-"

This is it. She's dug deep enough that she has hit rock bottom, she's found the dead-end at the bottom of his soul. He has to let this banter go now. He can't have her asking questions he'll then have to report back to Rosalind.

"You know nothing." He words are curt and sharp. She flinches at their edge, but doesn’t back down. It's one of his favorite things about her, her persistence.

"You can talk to me if something is wrong, you know? Or to Sky or the girls… you can talk to any of us…" He watches as her eyebrows furrow, traces the line they form down her nose to her lips and then back to her eyes. And that's when he notices that her eyes have changed color to purple. He grabbed her hand quickly and firmly, enough to break her concentration but not enough to hurt her (God, even in his rage, it would never be enough to hurt her).

"I've told you not to do that. Not to use your damn mind powers on me." His voice is strained, laced with anger and something resembling fear. 

"I'm trying-"

"I don't care what you're trying. You shouldn’t be in there. You shouldn't be in my brain. There's nothing in there worth your time or energy and there never will be."

And with that he spins on his heel and marches into the forest behind the training grounds. He doesn’t turn around, but if he did, he would have seen Sky moving out of the shadows and heading toward Musa.

"Did you do it?"

It takes her a second to interpret his question. She still staring into the distance as Riven's figure fades out of view, her eyes finally returning to their normal brown color. She continues to stare at the dot in the distance, unwilling to look away as if she's daring him to turn around and spare her one last glance. He doesn't.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did." She finally turns to Sky. "He's completely blocked from my powers. Dowling was right, he's under some sort of mind control."

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It’s 2AM by the time Riven finally makes his way to the room he shares with Sky. He's once again not really sure where his day went or what he did after he flipped on Musa and marched his way into the woods after their little spat. He remembers anger, a lot of anger. He's angry at her for trying to dig into his brain when they had already established that he hated it. He was angry at Dowling for dying (at least, he assumes she's dead because where else would she be?) and leaving the school to the psychopath that is Rosalind. He's angry at Rosalind for manipulating him, controlling his mind. He's angry at Beatrix for getting him into this stupid mess. But mostly, he's angry with himself for letting it all happened, for somehow always making the wrong move at the wrong time, for managing to screw up his own life in such a grand manner that it constitutes an award (truly, he's outdone himself this time). He's mad at himself for not being able to control his own mind, for letting Rosalind take up residence in his brain and being able to do nothing about it. He's even angry at himself for not just standing there and letting Musa read his emotions, because maybe if she did then she'd know the hell he was in. His brain was constantly pulling in all different directions, trying desperately to get away from the constraints of Rosalind's spell. Headaches are nonending and thoughts leave as soon as they come. It's like there's two people waging war within him, but one of them brought swords to a gunfight and is losing horribly. But it’s a war he feels he should fight on his own, and maybe that's why he didn't let her read him. As much as he hates to admit it, the mind control and guilt was breaking him but he could handle that. What he couldn't handle, however, was getting her involved in this stupid mess by mistake, which would inevitably lead to Rosalind getting ahold of her as well. God knows there's only so much room left in hell or sins, and he'd be damned if he hadn't already filled all the available spots.

He was glad for the day to finally be over, glad to be heading to bed (not sleep though, sleep did not exist when his mind was in so much pain all the fucking time). It seemed the world had other plans for him, however, because upon opening the door to his dorm, he was met with a sight that he both dreaded and wanted to burn into his memory for the rest of however long he had to live before Rosalind finally took pity on him and bent his brain to death. 

Perched on his bed, leaning forward ever so slightly, elbows meeting her knees, and head bend toward the floor was Musa. From his angle, he could only see her side profile, but apparently that's all his body needed to be automatically sent into a frenzy. The first thing he notices was, not to his surprise, the hair. She'd replaced her training braids with buns, big ones that hang precariously form her head as tendrils of her dark hair fell in loose waves and framed her face. He again found himself wondering what she would look like with all of her hair fully down. His fingers itched to burrow into those carefully constructed space buns and pull their pins out of place, just to see if she'd look half as beautiful with her hair down as she did with her hair up.

He stood like that for a while, taking her in and letting her continue to stare at the dark wooden floors with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He's not sure when, but eventually she turned toward the door, eyebrows first shooting up when she noticed him staring at her, and then falling back into place as she shot him a shy mile from across the room.

"Hey," came her greeting in a small voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His question was harsh, but he knew himself well to know that if he even let just one layer of himself down with her, he may as well just lay down all his defenses. She had a way of getting him to speak and break down and he wasn't about to let himself get her mixed up in whatever evil plan he'd been helping construct against his will.

Too bad for him, because it seemed Musa had been expecting a fight and was ready to fire back his quips with some of her own. She simply rolled her eyes and casually stated, "Well, then, straight to it, are we?"

"If you're looking for Sky or Bloom, they're probably in a dark hallway somewhere snogging each other half to death," he answered. She grimaced at the image.

"Yeah, no. I'm not here for Bloom or Sky."

"Then you're not here for anyone." She gave him a pointed look at that phrase. He wisely chose to ignore it and instead made his way to the couch in the middle of the room, throwing his jacket somewhere on it.

"What, that's all you have today? I'm standing on your bed, we're alone in your bedroom, I'm in a miniskirt… and you're not going to make a comment about showing me a good time? You're losing your touch, Riv." She was teasing him, he could tell by the light tone of her voice. Maybe she liked to see his reactions the way he so enjoyed watching her react to his own snarky comments. Maybe she saw enough into his brain earlier to have dug up some of his fantasies. Damn her, he'd been avoiding looking anywhere but her face since he walked in, and now here she was basically challenging him to do more. Damn him and his inability to back down from a game he was so clearly not apt to win at the moment. He turned around and finally got a good look at her. She was indeed in a miniskirt, under which she had tucked a lacy white top that was very clearly meant to showcase the black bra she wore underneath the pitiful excuse of a shirt. Her signature red bomber jacket hung from her shoulders and the black boots she had on were laced all the way up to her kneecaps.

This must be it, he thought. This must be his punishment for spilling his guts to Rosalind every night. Or maybe, his guilt and the pain throbbing through his veins had finally won out and he was finally cracking under all that pressure. That's fine. He wasn't even surprised this is what his brain chose to tease him with at the brink of destruction. He figured she'd be the one to shatter him, it was only a matter of time.

"Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Her voice broke him out of his trance. Ok, maybe he wasn't imagining her.

He sighed, defeated and broken and just tired. "Why are you here, Musa?"

It’s a staring match now. He watches as her eyes soften and the sarcasm leaves her features.

"I couldn’t read you earlier today. In the training grounds-" No. Anything but this conversation.

"Maybe you should consider working on those powers of yours then. Seems to me like you're the one losing your touch."

"I'm serious, Riven-"

"I am too."

"Jesus, Riven, let me just finish!" Anger sparked in her features. "You're loud, Riven." He scoffed at that. "Your emotions, I mean. They're usually loud… but they're also lively and harmonious, in a weird way that I can't seem to figure out. Lately, however, they've been quiet… as if they don't exist at all. And at first I thought it was me, I thought I was getting better at controlling my powers. But when I tried to read you today, I felt nothing…" There is was, she had figured it out, and now she looked at him as if he was a science experiment she couldn’t quite figure out.

"… Maybe my hearts just finally turned to stone." He tried for a joke. She did not find it amusing.

"I know, Riven." He's not sure what that was supposed to mean. What did she know? That he was a horrible person? That he'd snitched on her and all their friends (were they his friends?) to the queen of evil? Or worse, that his body lit up whenever she was around?

"Cryptic, but ok. I guess between that line and the fact that you somehow snuck into my room, you could make the whole 'good girl turned bad, mysterious girl' vibe work. Honored I'm the first you're trying it out on. If you'd like to take it a step further, the bed's right behind you." She may have the upper hand in this game, but he's still a stubborn ass.

"Seriously, Riven. I'm not kidding." She took a step toward him. Wrong move, angel.

"I know you're not. That shirt doesn't exactly scream 'kidding'. Tell me, did you just choose the first thing you found in your closet to put on?" He took a step forward this time, one long stride before they stood chest to chest and he hooked his finger under her chin. "Or is that shirt part of this whole 'mystery girl' scheme? Because, I won't lie, it's working." He sees her shiver at his words and doesn't bother to hide the smirk that graces his face. Finally, things were getting interesting. "Wonder if it looks half as good on my bedroom floor…" He noticed her eyes flicker downward, to is lips, but they moved back up just as quickly. He stared right back at her, watching as she struggled to make up her mind about where to slap him for that last comment. He didn't have to wait too long for a response.

"I'm sure you do." Her words came as a whisper, and the smirk that followed was just as alluring. He barely had time to process the meaning behind it all, before she crashed her body onto him and her lips found his. Her hands gripped into the sides of his t-shirt, keeping him to her with such force that he vaguely wondered why in the world she felt the need to do that when he wouldn't dream of walking away from this, from her. It's frantic and it's rushed. One of his hands find her waist, pulls her impossibly closer to him. His other hand delves into the hair at the back of her head before sliding to the side and pulling at the pins that hold her right bun in place. It takes him pulling out just one pin and the structure falls apart, her hair tumbling around them and cocooning them in place. He hears her gasp, her hands finally unlatching from his shirt as she splays them apart over his muscles, moves them up to his shoulders. 

He's moving backward, whether to ask her if this okay or make a comment about that noise she just made, he's not sure. He never gets the chance. She pulls his to her again, kisses him like she's been starved in a thirsting in wasteland for days and he's the first sign of water she's stumbled upon, bites his lip- fucking bites his lip and sucks on it and pulls it with her teeth… and he thinks that her being here could not have been his punishment. This, right here, her kissing him like this, this is his punishment. This is his pain finally taking over and shattering his soul.

Maybe Rosalind somehow found out about his little crush and is getting payback for the fact that he didn't show up for their nightly midnight story time. Maybe, he's already dead and in hell and some devil out there is playing a cruel, cruel trick on his brain. Maybe that's why his body is shaking, literally shaking, and his mind feels like its tearing apart. He feels Musa's hands on his scalp, her palms splayed out at his temples and fingers tightly wound into his hair. Again, he is surprised at the sheer force she seems to pour into her touch, anchoring him to her as though he could ever want to leave her embrace.

He's so wrapped up in his thoughts and in her touch that he barely hears the whimpers of pain coming from her or feels the tears streaming down her face as she hold him to her. When he finally feels the tears trickle between their lips, be pulls back (genuinely, pulls back because her fingers are still forcing him to her), opens his eyes to find her already looking back at him. But instead of the brown irises she wore when this rough little make out session started, her eyes are now purple. And her face is red. She looks exhausted. He feels exhausted. 

He's about to ask her what's wrong, if she's ok, if her powers are going haywire. But he's so dizzy and so tired and suddenly he's leaning on her and she's pulling him onto the bed. She looks down at him, whispers "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over in his ear and he finds himself wondering what she's sorry about and where the pain that haunted him for weeks has gone before he slowly sinks into oblivion.

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He wakes up and she's gone.

It's Sky who sits next to him the next day, Sky and Headmistress Dowling of all people. He mumbles something about being dead and hallucinating, but Sky just laughs and tells him he's happy to have him back.

It takes a good few hours to catch him up on all the shit he's missed while he was being controlled by Rosalind. Apparently, Dowling was stuck under a bunch of plants? The girls somehow managed to free her with some potion from a cousin of Terra's. Turns out they've been sneaking out every night, pretending to go to parties and instead heading outside the barrier trying to find clues on what the hell Rosalind is up to. That would explain Musa's choice of clothing the other night. 

Sky tells him it was the girls' idea to keep him out of the loop at the beginning, worried that his weird obsession with Beatrix and her even weirder obsession with him would lead to Andreas and Rosalind finding out. Sky swears they were going to tell him eventually, and Riven has to tell him that he's glad they didn't. That's when Sky tells him what he'd already guessed. It was Musa who refused to tell him even after time has passed, sensing that something was wrong in his mind. Her being in their room the other night had been no mistake, but an orchestrated move. She'd practiced with Dowling for weeks, training to unlock his brain, pull it apart so that she could mentally remove Rosalind's control from his brain by sheer willpower and might, and then put it all back together as best she could. 

He's instinctively proud of her, she did it. But, he also wishes she'd done it with less kissing and in some less distracting attire, but he probably deserves the type of torture that will surely follow as a result of last night. After they fill him in, Sky throws his gear at him and tells him to get dressed and ready.

"We leave tonight."

"What? Where are we going?"

"That's a bit complicated." It's Dowling who answers this time. "Silva and Professor Harvey will meet us in the woods beyond the barrier. We will lead you the rest of the way. We're going to collect forces. There will be a war, and Rosalind will know that something is wrong when you miss your nightly meeting with her for the second time in a row. The Winx suite is already with Silva and Ben. They're waiting for us."

They leave the dorms using Stella's ring, which she has given to Dowling as a backup to her magic, which Rosalind is be able to track within school grounds. When they arrive to the location in the woods, Riven is only slightly surprised to find Sam among the girls. He's leaning on a tree, talking to Silva and his father, both of which look like they haven't slept for days. The girls are gathered together by a fallen tree. Musa is in the middle of them, huddled into herself, as Terra and a new girl with brown skin and long honey-brown hair rub her back. Stella, Bloom, and Aisha stand back, watching Musa with worry evident in their eyes. 

It's Stella who notices them first. She wipes the worry off her face with mastered ease that only comes with practice, straightens up her back, shoots Musa a look and calls loudly, "There you are! Took you guys long enough!"

From then on, it’s a quick fill-in on what the plan is, an awkward introduction to the Harvey cousin whose name he can't remember because his mind was too stuck on the girl whose hair is back in those buns he managed to loosen yesterday, and a small little "welcome back to the good side" before they're trekking their way through the woods.

He stands behind her the whole time. Watches as she follows the professors, but stands at the tail end of the line the girls have formed. She looks tired, the bags under her eyes tell him that the girls have probably been out here all night. He wonders how much of her energy it took to tear and mend his brain, if anyone bothered to let her rest after she did it. He wishes he was braver, wishes he could walk up to her and… what, thank her? Ask her why she did it? Why kiss him and then cure him? She could have just as easily done it while he was asleep. He bides his time, observes as one by one the girls take turns standing next to her, linking their arms with hers, smiling down at her, whispering who knows what in her ear and earning a laugh form her every now and then. He likes her laugh, it's cute.

He's currently watching as Bloom pull Musa to her and makes some joke about chickens, when he feels a punch land on his right arm.

"Are you as stupid as you look?" He turns to find that Stella has somehow walked backwards and is now next to him.

"Missed you too, princess," he mutters back.

"Oh, cut the bullcrap, Riven. You've been staring at her for the last two hours and I told her I wouldn't say anything but honestly, you two are hopeless. I've never met two people so oblivious in my life."

"I don’t know what you're talking about." he starts.

"Like shit you don't. If you don't know it yet, figure it out." And just like that she's running ahead and linking her right arm with Musa's as Bloom tries for another joke, this one about pigs that fly.

He tries to ignore Stella's stupid comment. Honestly, he figures it's probably safer to stare at her and look like a total creep than try to talk to her and make sense of his feeling about who the fuck knows what anymore. But Stella's words ring through his mind and he lets himself believe that maybe, just maybe…

In the end, he convinces himself that the reason he walks up to her once Bloom goes to hold Sky's hand and Stella moves in on the new girl to make conversation is because Stella offered him a challenge, and he likes to win at those. (He's heading straight for a loss, he's fully aware of that, but whatever.) 

"Long time no see," he jokes when he reaches her side. She cranes her neck up at him, not surprised to see him.

"Thought I heard your loud-ass emotions coming closer."

"Yeah, I've been told they can be quite the riot." He shoots her a smirk and she smiles up at him.

"Who told you that?"

"Oh, you know. Just some girl."

"Some girl, huh?"

"Yeah. Then she gave me a good snogging before tearing my brain to pieces without my knowing it."

"Mmm. She seems like a handful."

"Tell me about it." Her eyes fall downward and he doesn't need to be an empath to see the gears turning in her head.

"I'm sorry," she starts, "About that. I didn't want to do it, I know you have me reading your emotions."

"Yeah, but I hated having them controlled by someone else even more…" There's a pause and he quickly moves to fill it, scared that whatever courage juice that's coursing through his veins will run out soon. "Thank you, by the way." And he means it. He hopes she can sense the sincerity coming from him because he only has so many words in his vocabulary when it comes to her and fears he's already run out of them when she turns to look at him once more.

They've fallen behind the group at this point. He figures he won't get the chance to do this again for a while, so he asks her the question that been running rampant through his mind. It's pathetic, really. They're headed to god knows where to do god knows what and instead of worrying about the fact that war is coming or even being slightly concerned that he's just had his mind abused and prodded around by an evil mastermind, his biggest worry is if this girl really wanted to kiss him or if she just did it for show.

"So, umm, just so we're clear… did you mean it?" If he felt dumb thinking it, he feels like a world-class idiot saying it out loud.

"Mean what?" She stares back at him intensely, and he thinks to himself in an amused manner that they seem to be making a habit of staring at each other for longer than average periods of time. "The part about you being loud? Cuz, yeah, I meant every word. You're a walking catastrophe." She's smirking at him. He rolls his eyes her words.

"Couldn't care less about that. In fact, I'm glad my emotions are as obnoxious as I am- means they've been driving you crazy for a while now." Her smile falters a bit at that line. "What I want to know," he continues. "Is if you kiss everyone whose mind you go digging into like that." He still has not taken his eyes off her, and he's not going to start now, when she blushes and ducks her head under the collar of her red bomber jacket.

"That was a… last minute choice."

"What for?"

"I had to get close enough to you to make contact. I've only been practicing with Dowling for a few weeks and I didn’t want to screw it up. I can't really do the whole mind thing without some sort of contact just yet…" Her words drift off.

"Hand holding didn't cut it? Had to go for a full make-out session, complete with lip biting and everything?" He watches as she shivers into her coat, arms wrapped around herself.

"You would've pushed me away."

"How did you know I wouldn't push you away while kissing me?" She mutters something under her breath. He doesn’t catch it, not between that stupid jacket that she's using to shield her face. He gently takes a step forward, catches her chin between his fingers just as he had done the night before, makes her meet his eyes. "Come again?"

She sucks in a breath, her eyes waver to something behind him when she finally lets it out, "We both know you weren't going to say no to me throwing myself at you."

"And if I did?" He doesn't know who he's kidding, but it’s still a game and he's still playing to… lose?

She's still staring behind him when she frowns and says, "Then we would have seen just how great this shirt would have looked on your bedroom floor, after all."

And goddamn it, her words send his blood boiling. He's about to kiss her senseless, but he refuses to do it if she's not staring at him when he asks one last question.

With his finger still hooked under her chin and them standing mere inches away, he whispered into the air between them, "Look at me, Musa."

Her eyes slowly move to meet his. He gives up his last question, which just so happens to be his first, "Did you mean it?" And when her small "Yes" makes its way through her lips as her steady brown eyes catch his green ones, that's all the confirmation he needs.

His finger leaves her chin and moves to her head and then he's pulling her in, closer and closer and closer until she's all he can feel and smell and see and breathe. And she responds with the same vigor she used last night, wasting no time to wrap her arms around his neck and lock him to her. It's a new kind of game, one where they battle for dominance until they both run out of breath and need to break free. It makes him stronger, it breaks him down, it makes him wonder why the hell he ever wanted to win against her when he could instead let her win and lose himself to her as he is right now. And when his hands pull the pins from both buns from her hair as he kisses down her neck, she groans in half pleasure and half annoyance.

"I'll have to fix them again now," she whines, pouting her bottom lip out, which he takes as an invitation to bite and pull on it.

"You'll manage. Let me just have this now. I've been waiting a while to see you with your hair fully down." She scoffs but lets him stare at her in awe once he finds it in him to pull back from her lips in order to get a view his handiwork.

And to think, it all started with some fucking pigtails.

#rivusa #fate the winx saga #fate the winx club #musa #musa fate #riven #riven fate

[kiame-sama]

Forever~ Yandere!Midoriya x Reader Lemon~

Hello again my lovies~! I have returned with a lemon for proper consumption~

This of course is a yandere fic, so fair warning dearies! And! Izuku has been aged up, so no worries about that my dears!

Warnings; lemons, yandere, non-con, manipulation, kidnapping, Obsessive Yandere, creepy themes

~~~~~~

The slow steady sound of dripping water drew you from your sleep, your mind hazy and your head heavy. You couldn’t see too far ahead of you through the inky darkness and your entire body ached as if you had just gone head-to-head with a pro-hero.

As you began to slowly move, you noticed several things simultaneously; one, you were laying on a plush bed. Two, you were in a loose sleep-gown that barely came to your knees with no underclothes. Three, there was an unusual weight around your ankle. Four, there was someone cuddled close to your body.

You froze, not wanting to wake whoever it was that curled up so happily next to you. You strained your eyes to see who or what was next to you on the unfamiliar bed, but you could hardly make out shapes, let alone colors. So you did the only thing you could think of; you shoved the person off of the bed. There was a short yelp and a heavy thud from your right, as you heard the intruder slowly get up from the ground.

“(Y/n), what was that for?”

A familiar whining voice met your ears and it didn’t take you long to remember the name attached to the voice.

“Izuku?”

A light next to you clicked on, making your eyes hurt from the sudden adjusting of your pupils. He sat on his knees on the floor, his bright green eyes shining warmly in the light as he nervously smiled at you. His hair was the usual mess that it had been and you could faintly make out his freckles in the yellow light of the lamp. He had clearly been asleep as he yawned shortly after, wearing a tank-top and loose sweatpants.

Your attention was drawn from Izuku by the clinking of metal, coming from further down the bed. you quickly pulled the blankets off of your legs and noticed the bright silver quirk-canceling cuff that wrapped around your ankle. Your heart-rate jumped as the chain attached to the cuff refused to give when you tugged on it.

“Izuku... what- what is this? Why am I chained?”

The greenet smiled at you, his eyebrows pulling together in what seemed to be nerves as he twiddled with his fingers, refusing to look at you.

“Well... it’s to keep you safe, of course.”

“Safe from what?”

“From the outside world. I always worry so much about you when you’re out and about. Anything could happen! There could be a villain, a stray animal could attack you, you could injure yourself... So, if you stay here, you won’t get hurt!”

You felt as if you were talking to a child, or someone who was not the most stable mentally. But you didn’t care if you were talking to an adult who is sane or not, you wanted your questions answered and you wanted to be let out of whatever room he was keeping you in.

“What the hell are you talking about? Let me out! I can take care of myself! I don’t need your protection!”

His eyes filled with a look that was almost like he had been completely crushed by your words, but then his warm smile and a light blush returned to his face.

“Oh, (y/n), you don’t have to be scared anymore! I figured out what you were trying to tell me when you were out shopping, so I’m going to make sure you stay safe!”

“What do you mean? What I was trying to tell you? What do you think I was saying?”

“Well, you don’t usually get bananas unless you are stressed, and you put them in your basket upside-down, which upside-down flags are a call for help, so you needed help with your stress! Don’t worry! I’m here for you! I have all the things you like and could need so you don’t ever have to go out again! I’ll make sure to keep you safe and protected!”

You could hardly believe what you were hearing. Did he honestly think you were asking for help because you were craving bananas?

“What the hell are you talking about? Were you watching me or something?”

“Of course! I’ve been watching over you for a while. Like your own guardian angel! But now we can be together! I love you so much! I’ve already figured out what our kids should be named and what kind of pet we can get!”

He hopped up excitedly, grabbing several stacks of journals. You knew Izuku was fond of writing down information about heroes and people he thought were interesting. But you were almost freaked out by the fact that he had been watching you too.

He set down the books on the bed and opened a few of them, everything you could see on the pages were facts about you. What you liked, what you didn’t like, what your quirk was, how strong you were. Everything. As you stared in horror at the several journals that seemed to be filled exclusively with information about you, Izuku picked up a journal and flipped to a page, holding it out for you.

“See? This is the wedding dress that you will wear! We can have a pretty wedding, and I have even narrowed down where we should go for the honey-moon! But I thought it would be better to let you choose that one from the list I made! We can have your favorite kind of cake, and we can-”

His voice seemed to fade from your hearing as you stared at the open pages before you. There were detailed drawings of you with all of the information that were written on the pages. One drew your attention and made your blood run cold. It was of you in a rather... compromising... position. Your legs were lifted up and you were laying back against a pile of pillows, nothing other than thigh-high stockings covering you. The drawing was surprisingly detailed and even included small marks on your body that no one knew about.

It made you wonder just how many times he had seen you nude and how many times he had watched you when you were alone. Your blood was rushing in your ears with a deafening sound, your breathing had become faster, and your body shook with terror.

“-and if we start trying in January, we could have a kid around August!”

You couldn’t force yourself to look at him, listening to him telling you every little part of your life that he had planned out for you. He looked over at you and his smile fell, seeing your wide-eyed expression as you stared down at everything he had planned out.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?”

You couldn’t force yourself to respond as tears began to gather in your eyes, now realizing that if you don’t get away from him, your entire life and your future had been taken from you, planned out for you. The moment Izuku saw your tears, he was quickly wiping them away and trying to pull you close in an effort to comfort you.

“Do you not like the dress? We can always change it. You don’t have to wear that one.”

You pulled away from his touch and backed up to the headboard, trying to get as much distance between the two of you as possible. As the blankets fell off of your form, you could see more clearly what you were currently wearing. A small baby-doll sleep-gown hugged your figure, lined with black lace and thigh-high black stockings. You couldn’t remember how you wound up in this place or even what had happened the previous day.

"Stay away from me!"

"But... (Y/n), why would I do that? Are you not feeling well? Do you need anything?"

"No, I want you to leave me alone!"

"It's okay, I understand if you're scared. We can take the marriage slowly! Don't worry, Sweety, I'll make sure to take care of you no matter what!"

He followed you up the bed and smiled, kissing the back of your hand. He was smiling warmly at you, seeming completely unaware of your fear towards him, trapped in his own little fantasy.

"Don't worry about the chain, either. That's just to make sure you stay safe when I'm out! It is a dangerous world out there, (Y/n), and someone could try to hurt you."

It seemed he had no honest idea that you were unhappy, afraid, and not interested in him. When he held your wrists and started kissing your neck was when you panicked. You tried with all of your might to kick, punch, scratch, anything to get away from him, but nothing worked. All you managed to do was exhaust yourself and likely bruise your legs and arms with your struggling.

"Don't be upset, please, Sweety? I know you want to wait and take the wedding slow, but I can't stand it anymore... You are just so beautiful right now... I promise I'll be gentle and you'll like it too!"

You were horrified, knowing exactly what he was implying and it was clear he was not at all going to listen to you. He was lost in some realm of reality where you were a willing participant in his little game. He has clearly been stalking you for a while and has come to some sort of delusion that you have been communicating with him in some kind of code.

None of it made sense and you wanting nothing more than to get out of this fantasy world he had put you in.

"No! I don't want to!"

"Don't worry! It's okay, I promise! It's okay to be afraid, I'll show you that there's nothing to be scared of."

His lips were persistent against your neck and you couldn't fight back against the delusional man's grip as he searched over your exposed skin. Despite yourself and your discomfort, a gasp escaped your lips when he brushed over a sensitive spot. You could feel the smile against your neck as he focused on that spot, causing you to shiver and whimper.

Your soft noises spurred him on, making him rub his hardening length against your thigh, practically fucking himself into you. His moans and gasps were almost too innocent sounding for his vulgar actions, feeling a heat pool in your stomach regardless of your fear. It was as if you were fighting for control of your body, and you were losing terribly.

Your body didn't want to listen to you. No. It wanted to listen to Izuku. After all, he was the one giving it what it wanted most.

He was quick to pull off his shirt, working on having as much contact with you as he could. Your loose gown was sliding up your legs more and more as Izuku continued to rut his hips, his hands rubbing over every little inch of skin he could reach. He was blushing a deep red as his hands shakily slid the straps of your dress down your arms. You were powerless to stop him as you had no control over your traitorous body anymore.

Your perked breasts were the first things Izuku noticed as he slid the gown down your body, seeing his tongue dart out to wet his lips. His gaze was steady and locked on one place alone. You knew you couldn't fight back or break free, but lord, you were gonna try.

You twisted your body under him to keep him from being able to touch you, ignoring his continued words of how everything would be alright. He gripped your hips, pulling you close with your legs on either side of his waist, forcing you to splay out on your back. His eyes were becoming slightly glazed as he stared at you in pure lust, trailing kisses down your neck to your chest where he easily caught one of your nipples in his mouth.

You had to bite back the moan that tried to escape you, whimpering softly and gripping his hair. No matter how much you tugged and yanked on it, he continued doing what he wanted to your soft body. You barely even noticed when he ripped off his pants, too lost in the haze of pleasure that was taking over your mind.

A sharp, agonizing pain ripped through you as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He was so fucking thick. He filled you completely to the point you were afraid you would break. The sudden intrusion forced a sob from your lips as your body desperately attempted to adjust to his length.

Your words had done nothing to get through to Izuku, but the choked back sob that whimpered from you had his full attention. His eyes were wide and focused on you as he quickly began rubbing your hips, tears welling up quickly.

"I-I'm so sorry, Sweety! I didn't mean to! I didn't know it would hurt you! I thought you would be wet enough so it wouldn't hurt! I'm sorry!"

He rubbed your hips in quick, panicked motions, whimpering louder than you were as his tears ran down his soft cheeks. He was more upset by your pain than you expected or even than you were, despite your situation. It seemed like he truly had no idea that burying himself inside of you would hurt you as much as it did.

"Forgive me... Forgive me... Forgive me..."

He muttered and whimpered lowly in your ear as he lay his body over yours, careful not to move his hips. He continued to chant those two words like a mantra as he stay rigid above you, eyes tightly closed. While he was lost in whatever despair had taken over him, you tried to push him off. Maybe you could get him off of you long enough to free yourself from his insane clutches.

As you shoved at his chest, it caused him to move inside of you, shooting a new wave of pain into your body. The movement seemed to have a different effect on Izuku however as a desperate moan squeaked from his lips. His tears quickly dried as he panted against your neck, that small movement seeming to overwhelm whatever sorrow he had.

"(Y/n)... I'm so-sorry but I- but I can't..!"

His voice was strangled and hoarse, practically ripping from his throat. He quickly began to lightly buck his hips, ignoring when your nails dug into his shoulders as he became lost in the feeling. The pain that had consumed your mind melted away like ice in an inferno, being replaced by a burning pleasure.

Even with the new feeling of bliss, you tried your hardest to keep your noises in, not wanting to encourage Izuku in any way. He didn't seem to need any encouragement anyway, his slight bucking hips turning into a rough pounding rhythm that shook the bed beneath you.

Even with his increased pace, the pain didn't return. Your bliss only heightening as he angled his thrusts, his rock-hard length brushing up against a bundle of nerves that made you see stars. It was clear his grip was going to leave behind bruises if not break your pelvis from how tightly he held onto you.

"So good! I can't- can't stop! Feels so damn-damn good! So tight!"

He was panting like a bitch in heat as he aggressively drilled into you, gasping and mewling every time you tightened around him. You could barely form a coherent thought beyond digging your nails into his shoulders, no longer caring if he heard your sweet whimpers and moans. You felt so damn full. Like you never went too long before you were being stretched out by his heavy length.

Your legs spasmed with every thrust, resting over his hips. Any time you managed to suck a breath into your lungs, it was being forced out by his endless pounding.

"Perfect! You're so perfect! Amazing..! Amazing!"

His voice changed in pitch as your voice reached new volumes, your throat burning with every harsh scream ripping through your vocal-chords. It felt like a frustrating pressure was pumping up your stomach, and you desperately needed it to break.

"Inside..! I'm gonna- gonna cum inside!"

You couldn't be bothered to register his words, moving your hips in random spasms, your entire body winding up and tensing. As it felt like you couldn't take any more, your vision went white with a flood of pleasure, your body burning with bliss. You couldn't hear your screams over the mind-numbing wave of euphoria flowing through you.

That bliss was only extended by the feeling of something hot pulsing into you and hitting that bundle of nerves with unbelievable force. When the blinding pleasure came to a plateau and faded away, you could do little more than lay on the bed, panting and gasping for air.

When your breathing leveled and your heart-beat resumed a calm rhythm, you were instantly aware of a thick liquid running down from you heat, which Izuku was still firmly planted in. You wanted to gag from the sensation and from the full, splashing feeling deep within you.

Izuku lay with his face pressed into your breasts, arms pinned by your sides and legs still suspended around his hips. His eyes were closed and small beads of sweat dappled his brow as he breathed deeply. You were horrified when reality came crashing down around you, fully taking in the reality of the situation.

You let out a soft cry, which went unheard by Izuku who lay sleeping against your spent and exhausted body. He wasn't going to let you go. That much was clear now.

You were his,

Forever.

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha deku #mha deku #bnha izuku #mha izuku #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #mha #mha x reader #lemon #yandere x reader #yandere midoriya #yandere deku #yandere izuku #mha fanfiction #non-con #yandere lemon #x reader #reader insert

[petitprincess1]

Good Evening Ch13 (Soft and Fragile)

AO3 Link Summary: Before the incident, Alastor has a bit more of a reflection on his "lovers" and it's quite interesting on what he wishes to do to his dolls. Words: 1,738 I AM SO SORRYYYYYY!!! I got super stressed lately and my brain just froze. I really hope this chapter is worth the wait. Once again, very sorry. Warning: Obsessive and possessive thoughts and..."knifeplay" thoughts...kinda. ~~~ Hours earlier before the “oopsie” that happened at Pentious’ house, Alastor made up an excuse to go to the kitchen just so he didn’t end up strangling Vaggie, slice her throat, or say some very mean words. The intense hatred only increased when she mentioned him bringing in gumbo that had Valentino’s body in it. He was going to bury the guy to use as manure, but he was a bit pressed for time and it was rather difficult to stuff the body with aromatic herbs to keep any stench out. Plus, he didn’t feel like draining Val’s blood. Either way, he had to take a moment to breathe before walking into the kitchen.

Al tried to calm down by taking out the tongue that he took from that dead guard. Either no one has gone into the fridge yet or no one questioned the tongue. It wasn’t like it was impossible for him to have bought a cow tongue of sorts from the store. Thankfully, idiots would do anything to justify something that’s so simple.

He meant to chop this up for breakfast in the morning, but no one said that you couldn’t have an omelette in the afternoon. Besides, he still needed to make a small meal for Charlie. Alastor realized that he was going more and more towards Charlie everyday. It was surprising that the girl intrigued him, almost as much as Anthony did. Although, he was interested in them for completely different reasons. Anthony felt the closest to what could be romantic, even if it was a bit more perverse. 

All Alastor wanted to do with Anthony was make him his and only his. Majority of the people that he came into contact with were incorrigible and absolute morons, especially that Pentious. The man had no patience with any of that and wouldn’t miss them the slightest bit if they were dead...possibly not Husker. The much older man was much more hilarious to have alive, especially whenever he was angry. It was so much fun to watch his lip curl into a snarl.

However, unless it was making him pouty, Alastor never wanted to see his ethel angry at him nor did he wish to hurt him that badly. Just the very thought sent a chill up his spine as he listened to the tongue’s muscles and ligaments making a slight squishing sound as the knife sliced through them, making him feel a nice calm about him. All he wanted to do was keep Anthony all locked up for no one else to see him. Yes, the man clearly could help himself, judging the bruising on his knuckles, but he still could have died. Keeping the little minx all tied up would clearly only benefit him.

Plus, Alastor could also easily lure those mongrels to his home and he could serve up some wonderful meat pies or casseroles to his favorite toy that he will keep all snug and cozy in his basement. Oh! That reminded him that he really needed to renovate that place back at his home. Well, temporary home in Eden. Al should also warn Anthony about the constant traveling. Alastor knew that his angel may have slight worry about his proposition, but he knew that the boy would be the one to stay.  Meanwhile with Charlie….the man longed for her struggle.

As annoying as it was to try and get the doll alone, it was also thrilling to actually have someone fight. Not that Anthony didn’t fight with Alastor occasionally, it was different with Charlie. She seemed to wish to deny all attraction towards, but he could easily tell when one has hidden desire. He has felt her heartbeat quicken on her wrist, seen the hidden passion in her eyes lying beneath the disgust, and, most importantly, he can sense the morbid curiosity in her. It won’t be too long til he finally caught her in his grasp.

Alastor scrapped the tongue off of the cutting board into a frying pan that had oil, minced garlic, and chopped onion in it. He breathed in the smell and sighed happily, “Patience is a virtue.”

Niffty came into the kitchen, carrying groceries, and gasped at seeing Alastor, “OH! You didn’t tell me you would be in the kitchen! Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude. I just went to get some extra food and-”

“Don’t worry, my dear! It’s perfectly fine. After all, this is your kitchen and I’m merely intruding in on your space,” Alastor spoke charmingly and humbly. Niffty gasped even more as she placed the groceries on the counter, using a step stool, and quickly replied, “No no no! My kitchen is your kitchen, so stay as long as you wish.”

The man smiled at her and gave a polite nod, “What a sweet lady you are. Also, do you mind helping me out? Just get some eggs and whisk them up. I’m making an omelette for Charlie~”

“Awww, you’re such a sweet man!”

“...I know.” ~~~ Later on into the day, Al had come over to Charlie’s office and knocked on the door. Charlie called from the other side, “Who’s there?”

Alastor thought of a joke for a few seconds and replied, “Adore!”

It went silent for a few seconds before the golden-haired girl asked, “Adore who? I don’t think-”

“Adore is between you and I, so please open up!” Alastor exclaimed, cutting her off on purpose. There was another brief silence before the door suddenly opened up and revealed Charlie looking away from Alastor. She seemed to be annoyed, but the small reddish tint to her pale cheeks showed her keeping a smile back. She mumbled under her breath as she walked away, “That was a terrible joke and you know it was.”

The creole chuckled as he walked into her office and saw that her office was pretty decent and cozy looking, especially with plush carpeting. He leaned up against a bookshelf behind him as he raised an eyebrow at two norwegian dwarf goats that were sleeping within a pet bed that looked like a little house. Charlie sat down on the chair at her desk and asked, “Is there something that you need, Al? Oh! Also, thank you for the omelette, it was very sweet of you to make that for me. Although, I thought we ran out of certain cuts of beef.”

She gestured to the empty plate on her desk that had bits of onion on the surface, as well as some ketchup. Al nodded and replied, “You’re quite welcome, my dear~ Also, I have my resources. Anyway, I was just asking if it was alright if I head off early. Just want to do a bit of hunting, that’s all.”

Al’s grin subtly grew a bit at seeing Charlie’s skin become slightly paler when he mentioned hunting. He could just say that he was just going to go hunt some deer, but it was hilarious to think that the girl thought he was hunting humans. No, not today. She gulped and replied, “Uh, well, I guess if you have nothing else to do, then that’s okay. Just...you know...be back around dark, just so you can have the night shift. I-If you want to, of course!”

The man couldn’t help but reach towards Charlie, making her slightly flinch, and gently caress her cheek. He brushed his thumb against her skin and almost felt aroused at the softness of it. Alastor could only imagine how nice it would be to carve through it. He was sure that he barely needed to add extra pressure to slice the skin open. He hummed and then muttered in a low tone, “Of course, Charlie.Why would I ever say no to you?”

Charlie mumbled under her breath, feeling an odd chill up her spine, “Uh...I’m sure you have, especially when I don’t want you messing with my cheeks.” She slowly lowered Al’s hand from her cheek and moved it back to his side. She then concluded, “Uh, well, if that’s all, the you’re free to go, Al.”

Alastor stared at his hand for a few seconds and then nodded absentmindedly as he walked out of the room. He felt Charlie’s eyes on him as he left out and listened to the door gently creak close before she locked it. However, Al barely cared as he felt many tingles up his hand that Charlie touched. He never liked being touched...but he was definitely craving more from her.

He began walking down the hall and was trying to clear his mind when a woman ended up bumping him from behind. Al turned and saw the woman looked distraught, almost in a daze. Before he could question her, she asked, “I’m sorry, but have you seen Angelo? I...I really need to speak to him….regarding a man that he...worked with.”

Alastor blinked at her and wondered what she could possibly want with Anthony. It made his stomach tie into a knot, but he just said, “Well, Anth- Angelo is on medical leave. He got harmed pretty badly.”

Not even the slightest bit of worry in the woman’s eyes, if anything, Al saw a bit of frustration. She nodded and muttered, “...Right. I forgot...thank you.”

The woman then silently walked away from Alastor, making the man narrow his eyes at her. He’s going to have to follow her, isn’t he? Great! Right...well, maybe Charlie was right about the human thing. He could always buy venison from the butcher. ~~~ In present time, Baxter was helping Sir Pentious roll up Traci’s body in a rug, while Alastor was braiding Anthony’s slightly grown out hair and Cherri was trying to calm down. The spunky girl washed the blood off of her face and pretended the brain bits were just chewed up wads of gum. She pulled her head out from the sink and quickly grabbed some towels, wiping her face off.

Cherri was making very quiet sobs as she kept envisioning the woman getting shot over and over again in her head. It just wouldn’t end. Angelo looked at her and asked, “Hey, ya gonna be alright, Cherri?”

She turned to Angelo and took a deep breath before glaring at Al, “What the hell is wrong with you!? Why did you do that?”

Alastor scoffed, “What? It was just a bit of hunting.”

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[kerfufflewatch]

Candy/ pastries or your pain is mine

everyone asked for candy/pastries, and I wrote way too much, and I’m pretending that’s because everyone asked for it and not because I have no self-control

[on AO3]

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"Kinda surprised you like sweet stuff that much," McCree remarks. 

Hanzo only gives him the barest of glances before returning his attention to the doughnut box on the counter. McCree had found a proper doughnut shop while they were here in the States--one of those local places that was big enough to be noteworthy but small enough to still have product worth talking about--and brought back a solid half-dozen to the safehouse. It was, admittedly, entirely too much sugar even for two grown men, but it'd been a long and frankly boring mission and he thought they deserved something.

After a moment's deliberation, Hanzo liberates the box of its blueberry cake doughnut and sets it on a napkin that is already dusted with crumbs and flakes of glaze. "And why is that?" he asks as he sets to pouring a cup of coffee. 

"Dunno. You're so fit. Figured you were one of those guys who counted every calorie and eats their body weight in protein every day."

Hanzo snorts softly at that. "The fact that I put some thought into my meal composition, unlike some people, does not make me obsessed."

"Mmhm."

Hanzo shoots him a glare that is more amused than annoyed, then returns to his coffee. "You are not too far off, I suppose," he says, slowly pouring milk into his cup until it reaches the precise color he deems acceptable. "When I was younger, I did maintain a much stricter diet--it was considered childish to indulge in something with no health benefits. After, it simply became one of those things that I did not need and did not permit myself."

"And now?"

"Now I have learned that denying myself cake will not restore my honor." His coffee spoon clinks sharply against the countertop.

"Nah. Not unless it was a real good cake." Hanzo laughs a little and, as always, it makes McCree's heart flutter and his mouth incapable of shutting up just in case he can get Hanzo to do it again. "What's your favorite, then?"

Hanzo has to think on that for a moment. Then he answers, "Taiyaki, I think. Although to be fair, I think it is mostly whatever I am in the mood for."

McCree hides his smile in his coffee cup. He really is too far gone to be helped. "Fair enough."

"What about you?"

McCree shrugs. "Never had that much of a sweet tooth, to be honest. I mean, yeah, here and there," he adds, gesturing vaguely at the doughnut box, "but . . . I guess I'd never turn down a slice of apple pie, though."

The corner of Hanzo's mouth lifts in something that might be amusement, though McCree's not sure why. "Really."

"Used to drive my mamá mad. She must've disowned me six or seven times for it, back in the day. Why not her flan, or sopapillas, or something else she had a family recipe for." McCree chuckles at the old memory, his mother sighing and putting her flour-dusted hands on her hips as her son continued to betray their proud Mexican heritage. "But yeah. That's the favorite, I think."

Hanzo laughs softly. "A troublemaker at every turn."

"That's me." McCree brushes past Hanzo to pour himself another cup of coffee. Going by the files Winston sent this morning, it’s looking like it might be a half-pot kind of day. “Gotta say, though, damn hard to find any decent apple pie out where we’re stationed. They got stuff like it around, I guess, but none of it’s quite right. Think the last time I had any was . . .”

He trails off. He’d been about to say it was probably the better part of a year and a half, but come to think of it, it’s probably been about a year. It wasn’t much, but he remembers now: serving himself a cup of burnt diner coffee and a slice of pie from the display case, sitting in a cracked vinyl seat with the best view of the railroad over the gorge, getting one bite in before having to abandon it. He’d barely appreciated it at the time with his attention focused elsewhere, but the taste of tart apple and sweet cinnamon had lingered on his tongue through the hell that followed, mixed with gunpowder and dust.

“McCree?”

McCree blinks out of his reverie. His sugar spoon still hovers over his coffee, teetering and threatening to spill. He hastily dumps the sugar and gives it a stir. “Sorry. Got a little distracted there,” he says, putting on an easy smile. “Was a bit of a rough day last time, is all.”

Hanzo seems unconvinced, but he knows when to let things drop. It’s one of the many things McCree appreciates about him. 

They lapse into a companionable quiet. Hanzo breaks off a small piece of the doughnut and pops it into his mouth. He absentmindedly sucks a crumb off the pad of his thumb, and McCree forgets all about pointing out that he'd actually bought that particular doughnut for himself. 

—

They're both sent back to the States again within the month, but on separate, minor missions. Hanzo goes off with his brother and Angela. McCree tries not to think about how irritable that makes him. 

McCree's sent out on a solo mission for three weeks, investigating a business out in Canada Winston worries might have some Talon ties. It looks and acts like a standard accounting firm, and three weeks of running coffee and organizing files doesn’t give McCree any reason to believe otherwise. The tedium slowly grates on his nerves, and being treated like a witless errand boy does so more quickly, until he’s certain that he has none left carrying him through. 

The whole thing is made worse by having to maintain radio silence the entire three weeks. He wasn't necessarily the sort to enjoy long text conversations or phone calls, but he could always count on a wry response from Angela or Genji if he sent them updates or complaints, and Lena and Mei sometimes just liked to check in. He gets none of this, though, and it leaves him far too much time to think. 

And of course, because his heart's a goddamn fool, he finds himself missing Hanzo the most. 

For a while, as one does once a crush starts to become a little bit desperate, McCree entertains the notion of telling Hanzo in a variety of ways. With how long they've known each other, just asking for a date seems too distant. Grand gestures are something, but anything too grand would just leave Hanzo embarrassed and irritable regardless of how he felt in return. He doesn't know when Hanzo's birthday is and asking Genji would mean any surprise would be ruined. 

At some point, he remembers the conversation with Hanzo during their last mission, and he thinks for far too long about gifting Hanzo with some sort of sweet thing. Cakes and candies were romantic, weren't they? Except something generic would go over about as well as a snowball taking a lovely vacation in Hell, and Hanzo deserves better than some dime-a-dozen chocolates. 

He dithers and sighs and eventually forgets about the whole thing after a week or so, and the conversation shortly thereafter. The whole idea is a fool's errand, anyway--it all assumes that Hanzo would want him at all. 

Just before he can drive himself mad with hypotheticals,  he digs up a handwritten set of budgets in someone's locked office desk that, even coded and vague, implicate the business in some illicit dealings quite nicely. He activates the little automatic drone that helpfully scans and uploads all of the pages straight to  Athena and Winston, neatly replaces everything, and slips out of the city the moment he is given the all-clear. 

By the time he gets back to Gibraltar, the combination of a shitty mission and an equally shitty flight has him too exhausted and irritable. He checks in with Winston, drags himself through the shower, and flops onto his bed. He’s too antsy for sleep, but he can at least use a few minutes with his eyes closed before he has to dodge the rest of the team to find food. 

He only gets a couple of minutes before there is a knock on his door. He sighs up at the ceiling. “Just a sec.”

His irritation all but evaporates when he opens the door to find Hanzo on the other side. He has a paper bag in one arm, wafting the rich scent of food, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. 

"Well damn," McCree says. "Rollin' out a hero's welcome."

Hanzo rolls his eyes, even as he smiles. "Hello to you, as well. I thought you might like to celebrate your success, but if not . . ."

McCree snorts. "Success. Yeah. We'll call it that." 

His tone makes Hanzo's smile immediately drop in a way that makes McCree's stomach do the same.

"Was I mistaken?" Hanzo asks. "The mission brief suggested you were successful, but . . ."

McCree groans, rubbing his hands down his face. “No, you weren't. Sorry, Han," he says wearily. "Was just a long, frustrating sort of job. Bunch of annoying assholes, then me doing a whole lot of nothin’ to prove that they’re assholes. Got me in a bit of a mood, y’know?”

“Oh. I am sorry. Perhaps I should have considered--would you like me to go?”

His expression of mild concern might have fooled anyone else, but McCree knows better nowadays, and he sees the flash of disappointment as it crosses his face. "No, 'course not," he says. "Just warnin' you I might not be the best company."

Hanzo nods, but his brow is still pinched with uncertainty. McCree reaches to take the bag. "Got a couple glasses if you wanna pour us a drink," he says, nodding to the pair he keeps on his desk just for this purpose. 

"I--yes."

McCree pauses as he lifts the first box out of the bag. "Seriously, what's buggin' you?"

"It is nothing."

It's clearly not nothing, but no amount of prying will get Hanzo to talk if he doesn't want to. He unpacks both their meals, but pauses when he finds a third box at the bottom of the bag. This one is smaller and clearly from a different place entirely. 

He looks questioningly at Hanzo, but he is pointedly not watching McCree, pretending to need his entire focus to pour their drinks. McCree opens the box.

What he finds is an apple pie. A full one, untouched, with the slightly uneven look to the crust that comes from something handmade. He looks to Hanzo again, his mouth running dry. 

"Why . . . ?" he starts, and finds himself unable to finish the question.

Hanzo sits on the edge of the bed and shrugs one shoulder, now very interested in the contents of his glass. "We ended up getting dinner the last night of our mission," he says, too casually. "One of their specialties was apparently their pies, and I remembered what you had said before."

Forgetting dinner entirely, McCree grabs one of the forks from the bag and carves out a piece of the pie right from the center. Hanzo mutters "That is barbaric," but is ignored. 

It's good, definitely one of the better apple pies he's had--tart apples and sweet cinnamon, perfectly flaky crust that just about melts on the tongue. But it's the full realization of what Hanzo's done--not only remembering some inane conversation from weeks ago, but going out of his way to bring back a gift--that has him struggling to speak.

"Thank you, Hanzo" McCree says when he finally has his voice again. "This is real nice of you." Hanzo gives him a halfhearted smile. "Is this what's been eatin' at you this whole time?"

Hanzo purses his lips and runs his fingertip around the rim of his glass, which is now conspicuously empty. It is a long moment before he answers. "I had hoped to--to have a rather different conversation, but now I believe it might be better saved for another time, if you are not feeling well. It is no matter."

McCree's heart feels full to bursting. He sets aside the box and sits beside Hanzo on the bed. He knocks his hand lightly against Hanzo's and leaves it there, fingers resting in the valleys of Hanzo's knuckles. "Dunno," he says. "Seems like it might be somethin' worth talking about to me."

Realization dawns on Hanzo's face slowly. When he finally meets McCree's eye again, it's with a shy, sweet smile.

Much later, after confessions and dinner and a few self-conscious laughs are shared, McCree offers to split the rather large piece of pie with Hanzo. It's good, and he ends up eating most of it, but finds it tastes better off Hanzo's lips.

#Kerfuffle Fic #scenario prompts #Overwatch #McHanzo #Anonymous

[gamerwoo]

Soonyoung: Savory (part 4)

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader (monsta x and ocs)

Genre/warnings: tokyo ghoul au, fluff, veeeery slight angst, mention of eating people, and mention of/implied abuse

Word count: 3,260

Summary: In a world where half the world is populated by human-like creatures that eat people called “ghouls”, it’s not common or safe for a ghoul to fall in love with a human. Soonyoung never planned to catch these feelings, but he’s sworn to keep you safe no matter what.

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A few weeks had passed, and while things definitely weren’t back to normal for the thirteen boys, things were becoming a new kind of normal. On the days you had to work, a few boys would walk you to work, and in return, you’d supply them with coffee -- it was free whenever Minseok wasn’t working. On your days off, you slept in without a problem before making breakfast for yourself with a handful of boys curiously watching you.

You and Soonyoung also got a lot closer very quickly. It was no secret he had strong feelings for you, and you were feeling the same way. He was nothing but sweet to you and never once made any suspicious moves toward you -- none of them did, to Seungcheol’s relief. You spent a lot of time together when you weren't working, mostly talking about everything you could think of; between big things like the universe, and how you think the world will end, to small things like what names you’d pick for kids -- not necessarily the kids you’d have together but just in general -- and what your favorite colors were.

On top of all that, Raejin had made himself scarce. In fact, you were beginning to forget about the encounter altogether. You still had nightmares at night but for different reasons that didn’t involve ghouls. They usually involved your parents or that one afternoon in the alley, but never ghouls.

The first few times it happened, nobody really heard you that you knew of since nobody came to see if you were okay. Since you were farther away from the boys’ rooms, you didn’t expect them to hear. However, about the third time it happened, you heard a loud knock on your door that awoke you from your sleep. Tears already streaking down your face, you opened the door to a concerned-looking Minghao.

“You okay?” he asked softly. “I heard something upstairs and I thought it was you...”

You rubbed your eyes. “Sort of.”

“I can get Soonyoung.” he said, waving you to follow him.

He had you sit on one of the couches before going upstairs to wake up the older boy. He came out quickly, rushing down the stairs to sit beside you and let you talk about whatever had been bothering you. Minghao even stayed up and made you coffee -- decaf -- before going back to his room, figuring you’d want to be alone. Ever since then, someone had always been there to wake you up when you had a bad dream.

But today, you were excited, much like the boys. Their friends from Shownu’s group were coming to visit, and while everyone was clearly impatient for them to show up, Wonwoo seemed incredibly nervous. You did remember that someone had mentioned to you that Wonwoo had a thing for a girl that hung around that group, so was he nervous to see her?

“You know you’ve been staring at Wonwoo for a solid sixty seconds, right?” Vernon asked from where he stood beside you, watching you curiously to figure out what you were staring at Wonwoo for.

You broke your gaze and looked at the dirty-blond boy beside you. “That means you’ve had to have been watching me for more than sixty seconds to know that.”

He laughed and nodded, looking over at Wonwoo. “Alright, you got me there. So what’s the deal?”

“What’s he so stressed about?” you wondered, looking up at Vernon with innocently wondrous eyes. “Is it about that girl?”

“Yeah, kinda.” he shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Ria doesn’t really live with them or anything. She just stops by frequently since Hyungwon’s her childhood best friend and kind of the only family she has. She’s not always with them, though, so he’s nervous she won’t show up. He hasn’t gotten to see her in a while.”

“Are they dating?”

“He wishes.” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “It’s so obvious they like each other but he doesn’t have the balls to ask her out.”

“Like me and Hoshi?” you laughed.

He nodded, matching your soft laughter. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

“I can hear you, you know!” Wonwoo called from where he sat at the counter, not turning to look at you either way.

“Then grow a pair and ask her out, hyung!” Vernon shouted back.

“Ask who out?” a new voice asked.

All eyes looked over to the now-open window that led to the fire escape. There, a somewhat smaller looking boy with soft pink hair sat in the window with a sweet grin on his face.

“Kihyun!” Jeonghan grinned, running over to greet his friend.

“They’re heeeere!” Hansol sang softly with a smirk. “C’mon, we’ll introduce you.”

You learned their names were Wonho, Hyungwon -- both of which you already knew -- Minhyuk, Kihyun, Shownu, Changkyun, and Jooheon. All of them were incredibly sweet off the bat. Minhyuk seemed very interested in the fact you were human, walking around you while he slowly observed you, laughing about how he never really left the house and interacted with any humans before. Shownu just shooed him away and told him not to make you uncomfortable.

“Ria should be showing up soon.” Hyungwon reported, mostly speaking in the direction of Wonwoo. “She had to, uh...eat.”

“In broad daylight?” Chan asked. “Is that safe?”

Jooheon shrugged. “She goes to this tiny homeless community. Nobody really cares what happens there.”

“That sounds awful...” you frowned, speaking softly so nobody would hear.

Soonyoung did, though, since he was right beside you. He put an arm around you and rubbed your arm. “Don’t think about it too much, okay? They’re just doing what they have to to survive, and to keep you safe.”

“So we heard Raejin’s lurking around again.” Shownu said as he looked at Joshua and Jeonghan. “After Hoshi’s human again?”

“Miro wasn’t with him, though.” Joshua told them. “If he was, he would’ve definitely tried to fight with Hoshi, and who knows what would’ve happened.”

“But now Raejin wants her, too.” Jeonghan sighed, rolling his eyes like he was more annoyed with him than afraid. “He hasn’t been around lately. Maybe he fucked off back to wherever he came from after Hyungwon and Wonho threatened him.”

“Him and his minions are fucking creeps.” Hyungwon frowned, his nose scrunching up in disgust. “I still can’t believe Sejun tried to get Ria to go out with him.”

Changkyun nodded like he just learned something. “Ah, right. I forgot he has a death wish against Wonwoo for that.”

“There was always something creepy about those twins, too.” Seungcheol nodded.

“Yeah, they’re so obsessed with each other.” Minhyuk told him with a his face scrunching up in disgust.

A girl with long legs, wide hips, broad shoulders, and dark hair pulled up in a bun that stuck out in all directions on the top of her head suddenly slipped in through the open window and casually took a seat between Minhyuk and Kihyun like she’d been there all along. “We talking about the Choi twins? They’re really something else, huh?”

“That’s Ria.” Soonyoung whispered to you in his arms.

The two of you turned to look at Wonwoo whose eyes were now glued to Ria, a small smile starting to pull up one corner of his mouth. She looked over at him and smirked -- well, it was a smile that she tried to play off as a smirk.

Was this really how people saw you and Soonyoung?

You could see why Wonwoo liked Ria, though. She was a presence that demanded attention without having to do anything. She was only a couple inches shorter than Wonwoo, and was clearly fit. She wasn’t necessarily thin, either, but there was definitely muscle on her. Her intimidating appearance was a contrast to her cute, soprano voice.

“So where’s the new girl?” Ryku asked, looking around the sea of male ghouls. “It’ll be nice to have someone to hang around with in this sausage fest.”

“Ria, please.” Shownu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

“I can see why her and Hyungwon are close.” you whispered, causing Soonyoung to giggle softly, before holding your hand up for Ria to notice you. “Hi, that’s me.”

Ria pushed herself off of the stool at the counter to sit right on top of the counter top. “Aw, you’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be. You’re way out of Hoshi’s league.”

He groaned. “Why’re you all so mean to me?!”

She let out a laugh that passed for adorable despite the way her cat-like eyes glanced over at Soonyoung. “I’m just joking. You’re handsome, Hosh; just not my type.”

“Your type is tall, kinda boring, and dirty-blond, right?” he asked.

Ria nodded proudly. “Yup!”

Hyungwon walked over to the ghoul girl and brushed his thumb across the top of one of her cheekbones, swiping away a drop of blood left on her face that you had thought was a freckle. You tried your best not to let your face contort into one of discomfort, so instead, you turned away. Soonyoung understood and led you upstairs, nobody paying you any attention since both groups were busy catching up with their friends. He opened up the window to the fire escape and led you out to sit down on the cool metal.

“You’re allowed to ask for breaks, y’know.” he told you with a concerned smile. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “It’s just...weird. I can’t describe how I feel.”

“You do know I’ll have to go out and do that eventually...right?” he asked slowly, afraid to meet your eyes. Instead, he looked down at the alleyway that he had found you in only a month or so ago -- give or take. It really felt longer to him.

You nodded. “Yeah, but you do it to people who deserve it. They do it to anyone. It is...conflicting, though.”

His interest was piqued. “How so?”

“I know that they do it to survive; you all do. Who am I to tell someone to stop living when they can’t help how their body works? But...it’s still so...weird. I’ll eventually just become numb to it but right now it’s weird thinking about it.”

Soonyoung nodded understandingly. He reached over to gently brush some hair behind your ear, trying his best to comfort you while also giving you space if you wanted it. You smiled softly, closing your eyes.

“I need to ask you something.” he suddenly blurted. Your eyes opened to look at him, but he was shocked with himself. But hey, now was a better time than any, right? “I don’t wanna end up like Wonwoo.”

Your brows knitted together as you let out a confused laugh. “Hosh, that’s not a question.”

He took in a deep breath to gather his thoughts. “Okay. I wanna tell you some things, and then ask you something.”

You nodded slowly. “Alright, go ahead.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment before speaking again. “My real name is Kwon Soonyoung; Hoshi’s my nickname because it’s not safe for people to know my real name. You already know how old I am, you already know where I came from, and you already know I’ve killed people who meant a lot to me. You know as much about me as the guys do, but I’m willing to tell you anything you ever want to know about me; I’ll do anything you ever ask of me.”

You stared at him for a while, silently. It wasn’t like you was judging him, but simply watching him as you mulled over his words.

“Soonyoung...” you said softly, trying the feel of the words on your lips. To him, it sounded like music coming from your mouth. He used to hate his name but hearing you say it made him happy with it. You nodded. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“I don’t want to end up like Wonwoo.” he repeated. “I was wondering if you’d be mine. Not mine as in you belong to me but just...I want you to be with me. I know I’m a ghoul and you’re a human and this isn’t natural at all. I know there will be times when you’re uncomfortable with what I do. I’m willing to be patient. I’ve known you for months, and ever since, you’ve treated me with so much kindness and warmth; I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I’ve wanted to be with you but I knew I couldn’t. I followed you to keep you safe but I knew nothing romantic would come of it. But now I have the chance and I’m going to take it. Will you be with me?”

As he continued to speak, the smile on your face grew more and more until your cheeks hurt and you had to cover your mouth. Soonyoung grinned at you, taking your hands in his. You nodded, a giggle bubbling from your lips.

“Of course, Soonyoung!” you answered before he leaned forward to give you an excited kiss.

He wouldn’t ever admit it to any of the guys, but it wasn’t your first kiss. However, this was your first kiss as a couple, and it felt just as electric and happy as the first one ever.

-

A few days before Soonyoung asked you out, he was woken up by Minghao like he had been two other times earlier in the week. He already knew what it was about, and he got out of bed without asking anything.

“Coffee?” Minghao asked. He had been awake anyway since he was busy working on his laptop.

“Nah, I got it.” Soonyoung replied groggily as he went downstairs. “Thanks, though.”

He went over to your door and unlocked it with the key Seungcheol had given him -- he kept it on a necklace around his neck -- before going inside. You were still asleep, whimpering loudly as tears rolled down your face and onto your pillow. He gently shook your shoulder, causing you to gasp and jolt up.

This is how it usually went. You’d realize it was a dream, calm yourself down, and talk to him about what happened. You were a strong girl but he couldn’t help but still be concerned for you. Once you were calmer, you’d go make coffee and go sit in the living room together. Only this time, it was different. You went back to your room instead.

“Are you coming?” you asked over your shoulder.

Soonyoung watched you with both cups of coffee in his hands before hesitantly following behind you. You closed the door behind him before sitting on your bed and taking a cup from him. He sat down after and studied you carefully.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” he asked. “What if you fall asleep with me in here?”

You shrugged, sipping from your mug. “I trust you.”

So instead of talking and watching TV in the living room, you did the same thing in your bedroom. It took about an hour for you to get sleepy again -- that’s how long it usually took -- so you set your decaf coffee on your nightstand and laid back into the wall, leaning your head against Soonyoung’s shoulder.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked softly.

“You’ve been asking me things for an hour, why would I tell you no?” you laughed quietly, looking up at him while keeping your head on him. “What’s on your mind now?”

“You are.” he replied honestly with a small smile. “I asked you the other day about kids, remember?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”

“So, let’s say you end up with a guy who treats you wonderfully, and you love him truly and deeply.” Soonyoung began, setting up the scenario. “You decide to have kids with him but he doesn’t ever tell you that he’s a ghoul. Once you find out, would you not want the baby anymore?”

You hummed softly as you thought the options over, your fingers lightly drumming against each other. He watched you carefully, but let you take your time with figuring out your answer. It wasn’t that he wanted to know if you’d reject him -- okay, maybe it was half that -- but he was honestly curious about the answer. He knew lots of ghouls who didn’t want to bring more of themselves into the world just to be hunted down and killed.

“I think,” you began slowly, your teeth softly grazing your bottom lip, “that if it was raised to be like you guys -- to only eat bad people -- that I would be okay with it. Especially if it was with someone that I really loved, and he loved me. Does that make sense?”

Satisfied with the answer, he smiled and nodded, pressing a soft kiss like he’d done many times before to the top of your head. He remembered the first time he did that, you were so shocked but then asked for another one, saying it made you feel safe. That made him happy.

You looked up at him. “Have you ever kissed a human?”

He raised his eyebrows, taken slightly aback by your question. “Have I kissed a human?”

“Yeah.” you nodded. “You always kiss me on the head but have you ever really kissed one? You just seem really...comfortable with me.”

“Well, I’m comfortable with you for obvious reasons.” he chuckled. “Anyway, to answer your question, no, I haven’t.”

“Could you...kiss...me?” you asked tentatively.

He couldn’t control when his eyes widened from surprise, and his cheeks turned brighter than his hair. “R-really?”

You giggled softly at his reaction and nodded. “Yeah. If you want to; if you’re comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable, but...aren’t you scared?”

“That you’re gonna bite my lips off?” you laughed, shaking your head. “Nah, not really.”

He let out a tiny huff, suddenly feeling very flustered by how calm you were about this. “Well, now I’m nervous! Can I just do it when you’re not expecting it?”

“Yeah, you have my consent, Hoshi.” you chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder again as you looked at the bright TV screen. “You’re gonna become like Wonwoo.”

He frowned. “I am not!”

“Are too.”

He leaned to the opposite side, his shoulder slipping out from under your head. “Excuse you.”

You laughed even harder seeing his disgusted and offended expression. “Come on, you’re so--”

“I’m so what?” he raised an eyebrow, trying to act fake-menacing. “Choose your words carefully, human.”

“You’re still cute, Hosh.”

“You know what’d be cuter?”

“Hmm?”

Carefully, Soonyoung cradled your face in his hands, bringing his face forward until it was just an inch away from yours. Your expression softened as you looked into his eyes, watching as his eyes flickered from yours, to your slightly parted pink lips, and back again.

He smirked softly. “That cute little surprised expression you make.”

Then he pressed his lips to yours. The contact was feather soft at first, but he slowly intensified it when he felt your body relax. It wasn’t anything heated, just a simple, warm kiss that maybe lasted a little longer than it should’ve but neither wanted to break away.

When he finally pulled away, he watched as your eyes fluttered open, the apples of your cheeks blushed as red as your sweatshirt.

“So, I’m like Wonwoo, huh?” he quizzed.

“Alright,” you breathed, “you win this time.”

“And many other times to come.” he promised.

#two fluffy parts in a row #angst??? never heard of her #i actually have the whole series written out so #i just gotta proof read because its been a while #seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen scenario #seventeen fanfic #seventeen series #soonyoung #soonyoung au #soonyoung imagine #soonyoung oneshot #soonyoung fanfic #soonyoung series #soonyoung scenario #soonyoung angst #seventeen angst #tokyo ghoul au #seventeen x reader #soonyoung x reader

[kittenwritesstuff]

True Love’s kiss

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Fili x reader Genres: humor, fluff Words: 2.110 Summary: Due to Kili’s carelessness, you are turned into a fennec fox. Fili grows oddly protective of you, and one night as you keep him company during the watch, you learn the reason why - requested by @deepestfirefun

„Kili, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you voice your concern, eyeing the dwarf as he takes another cautious step toward the wizard. While on a break, Gandalf decided to take a nap and now, propped against a tree he is fast asleep, his eyes covered by the hem of his hat, his staff laying next to him.

The staff. The very object of Kili’s current obsession. You don’t know if it’s a bet or just his whim but as soon as he was sure that Gandalf dozed off, Kili went on to retrieve the wizard’s staff.

“I will only touch it. Maybe hold it for a second,” he says in a calm voice but you don’t let him fool you. He sure is not going to ‘just hold it’.

You grimace, watching Kili as he nears the wizard, his eyes focused on the sleeping figure. A part of you wants Gandalf to wake up and grasp Kili’s hand, scaring the everliving daylight out of the mischievous dwarf. It would teach him a lesson, most likely.

However, it doesn’t happen. Successfully, Kili retrieves the staff, a victorious grin spreading on his lips as he rushes to you, proud and playful.

“I’ve got it!” he squeals and for a brief moment, you are positive that it will be the end of it, that he’s satisfied.

But no, not Kili. It doesn’t matter that he staff is twice as tall as him, Kili sways it as if it was a toy. Anxiety clenches your gut.

“Kili, put it back.”

“Y/N, don’t spoil my fun.”

“It’s not a toy, you know. Gandalf casts spells with it, it may be dangerous in unsuitable hands.”

“You call my hands unsuitable?” with feigned offense, Kili waves the staff and points its end at you. You quickly take a step back and he cackles.

“Kili, stop,” you warm him, lifting your hands up as if you make to take the staff from him and Kili grips it firmer, yanking it towards himself.

Somewhere along the way, there must have been a rock, or a branch, or anything else, because the end on the staff got stuck and once Kili pulled harder, the rod broke in the middle.

Before you can even blink, you feel a wave hitting you and next this you know, everything becomes so large. You open your mouth to yell at Kili but what comes out is a loud, piercing squeak.

Kili gasps and covers his ears and you feel the earth vibrating with steps of many feet.

Wait, how can you feel the ground resonating?

You lower your head to look at it and due to that you notice your feet. Or paws, to be correct. Tiny, light brown as a biscuit paws.

You let out a confused yelp, turning your gaze at Kili.

“Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry…” he crouches down and you cry, sloppily making your way to him. When he stretches out his hand, you bite his finger.

“Ouch! What was that for?!”

“Kili?!” Thorin hollers as he appears behind his nephew and Kili’s face goes pale. “Where is Y/N?”

“H-here,” Kili points a finger at you and you raise your gaze at Thorin whose face screams with absolute confusion.

“A fennec fox? You found a fennec fox and named it Y/N?!”

“No!” Kili protests, straightening up. The rest of the Company arrives and watches the scene with amusement or disorientation, or a mix of both.

Much to your relief, you notice Gandalf flinching and waking up. He will surely know how to turn you back!

“Then why is Y/N gone and you have a fennec fox?! Explain!”

“Is that Gandalf’s staff?” Balin asks sternly, tilting his head to the broken thing and Kili swallows hard, his face now as white as a sheet. You feel a bit sorry for him, he will undoubtedly be in so much trouble.

“Did you break it?” Thorin inquires, his voice low and accusing and Kili hangs his head low, too ashamed to admit the obvious truth.

“What’s the matter?”

You rush to Gandalf’s feet as soon as he comes to the dwarves and the wizard stares at you, amused sparkles in his eyes. He doesn’t seem to be concerned or angry, just utterly bemused by the whole ordeal.

“Ah, just as I thought…” he muses, crouching down and gently scooping you in his arms. You let out an alarmed squeal, tensing.

“Shhh, Y/N. It’s going to be alright. You will not stay like this forever,” he whispers soothingly and you settle down some, trying to lay more comfortably in his arms.

The Company surrounds him, looking at you with awe.

“How long will she be like that for?” Bilbo asks and Gandalf shrugs.

“Until the spell wears off. Couple of days, I am not sure.”

“Is she herself inside?” Bofur slowly places his hand on your back and scratches it gently and you purr. The dwarf chuckles.

“Yes, Y/N is most likely conscious although I do believe she’s quite terrified. We need to take care of her as long as she remains in this state.”

“Kili, you’re not allowed near her,” Thorin orders and Kili opens his mouth to protest but is cut off by Thorin’s finger pointing at him.

You look at Kili and stick out your tongue, making the rest burst into laughter.

“Aye, she’s very much herself in there,” Fili notes, winking at you.

Maybe it won’t be that bad?

_____

Truth be told, you wish the spell would never wear off.

The dwarves treat you with so much gentleness you never thought they’d be capable of it. They spoil you on every occasion.

Bilbo always shares his meals with you, giving you the most tasty bits. Thorin lets you snuggle into his fur, which you gladly use as your favorite place to nap. You climb onto his shoulder and lay there, warm and cozy under his coat.

Bofur and Nori play with you, throwing you various objects for you to fetch and they always laugh merrily when you chase them and bring them back.

You also perform your own kind of punishment on Kili, stealing his belongings and hiding them in different spots so he has to spend at least half an hour on looking for them. It brings a lot of joy not only to you, but to the rest as well.

Gandalf managed to mend his staff but sadly, he couldn’t break the spell, given that he didn’t witness the original one that was casted on you. He was constantly assuring you that it wouldn’t take long before you regain your regular form. Also, he liked carrying you in his arms and combing your short although fluffy fur. You could live with that.

But your favorite dwarf to spend time with has been Fili, since th beginning. You adore laying in his lap before the sleep time, the warmth of fire lulling you to sleep. He lets you play with his beads, giggling when you accidentally brush your little paw against his nose or lip. Every night, you would sleep next to him, his arm wrapped gingerly around you as you curled into a ball.

Something drawn to Fili. As if you subconsciously knew he would protect you and take care of you in the best way possible. He never let you out of his sight, you felt his eyes on you for the entire time, even if you were with somebody else at the moment.

His care made it easier for you to bear your state. You would be fine as long as Fili was looking out for you.

______

“Kili is upset, you know,” Fili notes, scratching that spot behind your ear that makes you most content.

You mewl, indicating a question.

“He’s worried that you will never be yourself again. That he , and I am quoting him,  foxed you for good.”

You lift your head and look at Fili, narrowing your eyes.

“He’s an idiot, I know, but he’s mine idiotic brother and I do believe he didn’t mean to harm you in any way. Although, I sure am mad at him.”

You tilt your head to the side, a sign of interest and Fili sighs. Even as a fennec you are way too observant to his liking and he’s not convinced if he should tell you anything more. Gandalf says you will most likely not remember everything from the time as an animal, but Fili doesn’t want to risk.

Only Kili knows about what Fili feels for you. He’s good at keeping his emotions hidden, a thing he’s learnt from Thorin. The thing is – he can’t keep it a secret any longer, not when you clearly favor him from the others.

Luckily, it’s Fili’s turn to keep a watch therefore there is no one to hear his confession. No one but you.

Why is it even harder to say how he feels to an adorable little creature?

“What if he turned you into something far worse? A fish? A lizard? Or an insect?”

You snort and Fili silences for a moment, the sound very similar to the one you usually made as a lass.

“Oh, so you like being a fennec?”

You let out a quiet excited bark and Fili chuckles airily, shaking his head.

“I’m going to carry on believing you don’t understand what I’m saying and, uhm… I will tell you only one time and only now, Y/N. I’m in love with you. Since the day I saw you my heart belongs to you and when Kili turned you into this creature I almost lost my mind from fear. I was sure it would be irreversible but I believe in what Gandalf says. And I do hope you won’t remember one bit of what has happened during that time. Because otherwise, I have no other choice than to hide in the deepest cave I can find.”

You bark again, reaching with your paw and bumping his nose. Fili wrinkles it in a funny way and so you do it again, squealing happily.

After a shirt while, Fili gently pushes your paws away from his face, a scolding look in his eyes.

“And I thought you were so well-behaved, Y/N. I’ve changed my mind,” he playfully bumps your nose with his finger and when you make to bite it he chuckles and with a soft expression lowers his face to be on the eye-level with you.

“You’re so cute I’m not sure which Y/N I prefer,” he whispers and before you can make a sound, place a tender kiss on your nose.

A flash of white light courses through you and suddenly you feel uncomfortably big. And cold.

Chilly night air hits your skin and you shiver, opening your eyes. You are met with Fili’s ones, wide opened and shocked as he slowly pulls away from you.

You look down and freeze. You are stark naked and sitting in his lap, your legs tangling on each side of his thighs. Automatically, you wrap your arms around your torso to cover your breasts.

Fili shuffles, trying to take off his coat as soon as possible while looking everywhere but at you. His cheeks are red as a tomato when you glance at him while he throws his coat over you.

“I feel weird. What did I eat last?”

“A mouse, I suppose,” Fili mutters as you cover yourself as well as you can with his coat and you grimace with disgust.

“That explains that funny feeling in my stomach. Though, it may also be butterflies.”

“B-butterflies?” he mumbles, looking at you with dumbfounded expression and you smile bashfully.

“I always have them when you’re near.”

“S-so… you… Y/N, what does that mean?”

“That you’re my favorite person in the world, Fili. I, er, I like you, too.”

“Oh,” he breaths out, apparently too shocked to give any other coherent response and you nod your head.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, Y/N.”

“I need a bathe, but going there alone is probably not very safe…”

“That’s right.”

“Would you like to join me? To watch over me, of course.”

His brows jump up his forehead but he slowly nods his head.

“I’ll wake Kili up. You go to the pond, I’ll be there in a moment.”

Quietly, to not wake anyone you head towards the line of the trees. It feels strange to be able to walk on two feet again. Soon enough, you hear Fili’s rushed footsteps and a smile curls up your lips.

Who thought that this rather poor event would have such a wonderful outcome?

#fili #fili x reader #x reader #reader insert #the hobbit #hobbitfic #fili imagine #fili fic #fili one shot #fili drabble #deepestfirefun

[marshmallowgoop]

Things About: Ryuko Matoi

✄ For a newspaper ad, Kill la Kill scriptwriter Kazuki Nakashima wrote a short introduction for Ryuko from Ryuko’s perspective. In the introduction, Ryuko reveals that she’s been alone for as long as she can remember and “only [she] could protect [herself].” She then talks about Senketsu, noting that it’s strange that she’s wearing him (perhaps especially because she’s been alone so long and has never particularly trusted anyone else?), but finishes by saying that how Senketsu makes her look doesn’t matter so long as she comes out a winner: “That’s the spirit of Ryuko Matoi.”

✄ Ryuko is very much depicted as a Japanese delinquent (and she describes herself accordingly in episode 8). Her initial outfit and Senketsu are clearly modeled after sukeban, “girl boss,” a term used to describe the culture of the rebellious schoolgirl gangs that began appearing in Japan in the 1960s and 1970s. These all-girl groups would modify their school uniforms, wearing Converse sneakers, cutting their blouses short, and so on. Interestingly, even prior to Kill la Kill, when Ryuko more resembles a “typical” high school girl, she still wears different-colored socks than the other girls, much like sukeban would.

✄ Ryuko’s appearance also takes some cues from Sukeban Deka, a series from which Kill la Kill draws a ton of inspiration from (perhaps most obviously, the first ending sequence of the series is a straight-up homage to a Sukeban Deka ending sequence). Particularly, take note of the red glove.

✄ Ryuko’s initial jacket, too, is associated with rebellion and delinquency. The jacket is known as a sukajan, which was initially a specially-embroidered “souvenir jacket” that American soldiers brought home from Japan after World War II. However, in the 1960s, the sukajan became a symbol of defiance, representing a rebellion against the growing popularity of the American “preppy” styles in Japan. Sukajan were then connected with gangs and criminals.

✄ Even Ryuko’s speech is indicative of her delinquency and rebellious attitude. Ryuko (I believe) uses ヤンキー語文法 (yankii (yankee) speech), a crude, disrespectful manner of speaking (which the English dub tries to convey with Ryuko’s considerable potty mouth, her tendency to cut the “g’s” off her verbs, her usage of words like “ain’t,” etc.) Here is an excellent discussion of yankii speech (and its similarities/differences to yakuza speech), which also references this blog post here that delves further into yankii speech.

✄ However, Ryuko is also depicted rather sweetly even at the start. In the first episode, she steals a delivery bike to make an escape, which is fitting of a delinquent. Later in the episode, though, she returns the bike back to where she’d taken it with a note reading, “My deepest apologies for borrowing without permission.”

✄ The “JK2″ sticker on Ryuko’s guitar case is meant to say that she’s in her second year of high school. As Japanese high schools begin at the tenth grade, Ryuko is then an eleventh grader (an American junior), and she still has one year of high school left. As revealed in the OVA, Ryuko (and Mako) will attend Rinne-Dou High School in Kanagawa for that last year. (Interestingly, Gamagoori attended Rinne-Dou Junior High before transferring to Honnouji Academy.)

✄ The other sticker on Ryuko’s guitar case is of Kuri-chan, the main character of a classic, 4-panel manga series of the same name. Kuri-chan is apparently Ryuko’s favorite mascot character.

✄ At the Complete Script Book Event in 2014, it’s revealed that Ryuko doesn’t go to university after graduating from high school, getting a job immediately upon graduation instead. It’s said that “it’d suit [Ryuko] to be a babysitter or something like that” because she “probably can’t do jobs that force her to work with customers, but she is good with kids.”

✄ In episode 7, when Ryuko throws her bath bucket at the Mankanshokus, you can see that she uses Timotei shampoo (and rinse).

✄ In episode 6, Ryuko is shown brushing her teeth with a bunny toothbrush. The Kill la Kill artbook SUSHIO CLUB LOVE LOVE KLKL has a page dedicated to the “Toothbrushes of the Mankanshoku Family” that includes illustrations of Ryuko, Mako, and Mataro’s toothbrushes. (Ryuko’s is the bunny, Mataro’s is the eyepatch cat, and Mako’s is the bear (?))

✄ By episode 5, Ryuko is shown using a personalized bowl with her name on it while eating dinner at the Mankanshoku’s.

✄ At Anime Expo 2014′s Kill la Kill panel (6th post from the top), it’s revealed that from what Ryuko saw of her father’s killer, she deduced that the killer had to be a high school student of around 17. As such, Ryuko spent six months going from high school to high school before finally getting to Honnouji Academy. 

✄ The series suggests that Ryuko becomes so convinced that Satsuki killed her father that she reworks her memories to change the Nui-like silhouette she remembers to a figure that more resembles Satsuki instead. 

✄ As a series that loves wordplay and puns, Ryuko’s name is surely filled with meaning. Folks who know much more than me have written about this, so I’ll point to this post and this post that discuss some Ryuko name meanings. I will say, though, that one of the most prominent meanings I see behind Ryuko’s name is “abandoned child” (which no doubt refers to how Ragyo literally threw Ryuko away), since the 流 (ryuu) of Ryuko’s name is a kanji that represents ideas of “washing away” and “forfeiting.” (And the 子 (ko) represents “child.”) That said, though, it was explained at the Connichi Kill la Kill panel in 2014 that “Before my body is dry” is Ryuko’s theme because the kanji 流 (ryuu) represents “fluid” and 子 (ko) represents “child” and Ryuko “is a child who is easily influenced by others and thus loses her way quickly.”

✄ Though Ryuko is widely understood as a big lemon eater, she’s actually only depicted with lemons three times within the series and in official, non-concept art (as far as I’m aware): as a part of her introduction in episode 1, in the first opening sequence, and on CD art for the first volume.

✄ In contrast, Ryuko is shown eating/with croquettes many, many times throughout the series (episodes 2, 5, 7, 22), and the disc art for the final volume (9) even depicts her holding up a croquette.

✄ In fact, as revealed at the Complete Script Book Event in 2014, Ryuko’s favorite food is actually gameni, a dish of chicken and vegetables.

✄ That same event also revealed that Ryuko’s least favorite food is konnyaku, “because it reminds her of Uzu,” whose family owns a konnyaku business (and who is kind of obsessed with konnyaku himself). Funnily enough, though, Ryuko seems to enjoy eating konnyaku in the second Drama CD.

✄ In the first Drama CD, Ryuko claims that she’s excellent at cramming, but when it comes to cramming for a big group exam coming up at Honnouji Academy, she ends up sleeping for nearly a week in the library instead of studying. Listen to her dramatic apology to her teammates from about 3:47 - 4:00 here.

✄ The first Drama CD also features Ryuko “correctly” understanding that Satsuki’s eyebrows aren’t truly thick.

✄ In Track 3 of the second Drama CD, Ryuko and Senketsu make a daring escape through Guts’s butt.

✄ The third Drama CD features a bizarre plot where a sentient Life Fiber bug, Minomushi, creates a white T-shirt body for himself that Mako finds. Minomushi then drains Mako’s energy, transferring her consciousness into his T-shirt body (which Mako can then control). (I think.) (Yes, Kill la Kill is batshit.) The Mako/Minomushi T-shirt proceeds to attach itself to the Elite Four, resulting in a bunch more batshit scenarios where Mako speaks through the Elite’s voices. When Mako speaks through Uzu, Ryuko gets super creeped out when “Uzu” tries to treat her like Mako would, dodging “Uzu’s” hug and telling “Uzu” to not call her “Ryuko-chan.”

✄ In the fourth Drama CD, which takes place immediately after Ryuko learns of her Life Fibers and her relation to Ragyo, she falls unconscious desperately trying to convince herself that she’s human. 

✄ The lyrics for many of Kill la Kill’s vocal pieces suggest that they are about Ryuko. Though nothing has been officially confirmed (as far as I am aware), it seems clear that “Before my body is dry” is a duet between Ryuko and Senketsu, “Till I Die” and “Suck your blood” are songs from Senketsu to Ryuko, “I want to know” is from Isshin to Ryuko, and “New World Symphony” and “Light your heart up” are from Mako to Ryuko. I’ve also heard conflicting information that “Ambiguous,” the show’s second opening, is either entirely from Satsuki to Ryuko or half Ryuko to Senketsu and half Satsuki to Ryuko, and I’d make a case that “Sirius,” the first opening song, is one from Ryuko to Senketsu. The first ending song, “Sorry, I Can’t be a Good Child,” I would also argue to be from Ryuko’s perspective.

✄ On the disc art for volume 8, Mako is shown pushing Ryuko and Satsuki together (perhaps because Ryuko is shy and needs a little help to be sisterly with Satsuki?)

✄ Akira Amemiya’s illustration of Ryuko and Senketsu having fun at the beach (which first appeared in the 49th issue of Nyantype magazine in late 2013) later became two official cards for the Kill la Kill card game and a figurine, which might maybe imply that “Senketsu’s Date with Ryuko” is a canon event.

✄ Similarly, there is a plethora of animator art featuring Ryuko that isn’t officially canon to her character but is still fun to consider. For instance, character designer/animator Sushio draws quite a bit of post-series Ryuko/Mako, animator Kengo Saito once created a comic in which Ryuko works part-time at a clothing store, and something that never fails to get my heart aching is Sushio’s depiction of little Ryuko celebrating a happy Christmas with her father.

#kill la kill #ryuko matoi #spoilers #klk spoilers #things about #long post #really long post... #shut up goop #i don't know what to call this #ramblings #? #maybe #i just thought i'd compile some stuff i know #probably make this a series #i know i definitely want to do all the main characters (so one for senketsu satsuki and mako) #but would anyone like someone else? #blood #injury #video