#(Sonia's already just 'what are you trying to say' with this comment)

[ganondoodle]

i am being so brave trying so hard to hold back writing a rant about that 'minimizing narrative noise' comment on totk sage concept art bc its actively flying around in my head like the worlds most annoying fly

[more-than-a-princess]

@cantillat asked: “has anyone ever taken care of you?” from Shirou, and he doesn't mean as in being served by someone...

A Court of Thorns and Roses starters - Accepting one more!

Frankly, Sonia didn't even care who blabbed to him as to where to find her. She had an entire castle as her home, albeit one with barred-up windows (for her safety) and a wine cellar (for her sanity, though others debated that point). There were plenty of places for the queen to hide, at least when her schedule was light and her freedom was nothing much to speak of. At least as a child, the bars hadn't been needed: now, they were necessary in keeping would-be assassins out, driven by greed or personal vendetta against the Queen of Novoselic and everything she'd done to tear her country, and the world, apart.

It was the fact that, for the first time in weeks, she'd managed to render her mind blissfully blank, with the help of a sauvignon blanc at two in the afternoon and a cushioned window seat in a lesser-used drawing room. It had been set right before she'd returned home from Jabberwock Island, but Novoselic Castle wasn't the center of business and social activity it had once been: the new Parliament saw to the former and the latter...well, what room was there for frivolities when plenty of people were still without permanent housing and a steady income?

Thus, there was no real harm in the room being a place of respite for Sonia. If just for the fact there was a wine refrigerator built into the antique cabinetry nearly ten years prior. The view of the Castle's expansive back garden, with the lake and the Abbey in the distance, also added to its comfort. She could raise a glass to her mother and father every day as a means of apology, and on her continuing quest to drown out their screams in her head. It mostly just helped the lingering pain in her shoulder, as if she needed a constant reminder: the scar from her bullet wound nearly a year prior was reminder enough.

"What do you mean," She asked blandly, unfolding her legs from her chest from where she'd previously sat, curled up in her wool shift dress, her modest leather pumps having been kicked off to the side, laying haphazardly on the floor. Clearly the staff hadn't come by to try and tidy up, not while Sonia occupied the room. "Is this not being taken care of, Shirou?"

Sarcasm had come with age: time and experience nearly ending the world had given her once purely sweet tone a bit of a bite. She waved her hand towards the rest of the room's splendor in emphasis. Maybe not the extra precautions to keep others out and the queen in, but the gilded gold furnishings and as much of the antiques that could be restored after her despair-induced bloodbath had been set on display, giving everyone in the castle a reminder of the traditions they used to once uphold and all the good the Royal Family had done for Novoselic and the world. 

Something Sonia tended to doubt nowadays as she took another sip of her wine. Was it glass three? Or four or five? There was a bit left in the bottle, so it likely wasn't five, but she didn't feel it necessary to keep track. Not after she'd woken up from the Neo World Program to a reality worse than the program's killing game. She sighed, setting the glass on a nearby table.

"But if you're asking 'Did anyone ever ask you how you're feeling today, or hugged you when you were sad,' then no, not since I was old enough to write the alphabet and perform simple sums. Childhood, in a place like this, is both fleeting and enduring at the same time: you are expected to provide an example for the nation as soon as you're able to walk, and yet the prospect of sending the heir to the throne to an actual school is incomprehensible until they become teenagers."

A pause. It likely wasn't the clear answer he expected, but then again, she'd never been what anyone expected and Sonia saw no good reason to start now. She'd been a disappointment since she was born, in ways she couldn't control. She further flourished in becoming a disappointment in new ways as she grew up, with her complete lack of relevant skills and interests important to ladies in the Royal Family. Well, she was the only one left now.

"What is the point you're trying to make in this?"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Okay, hear me out...

Sy as a mafia boss and reader who owns the coffee shop.

The Olde Bakery

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: mob!Syverson, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Burly is most appropriate to describe the man. Tall, thick, looming. The door shuts behind him without a care as his eyes skim the small shop. In a town as isolated as Springfort everything is smaller; simpler. You can tell at a glance that this man is neither. 

His eyes pass over the specials board and fall on you. More virulent than desolation in a small town is gossip. You’ve heard about the man already, though his appearance still surprises you. A man like him would go to the lawyer’s office and throw his weight around or trash the liquor store, but what business does he have in a cafe. Your cafe. 

For as much as you’ve heard about the mysterious and mercurial newcomer, you know better than to ask that. Instead, you recite the usual. The boring daily routines are what make Springfort safe. Or did. 

“Hello, what can I get you today?” You ask as he nears the counter. You move to face him over the small till.  

There’s not much to the space; enough for you to work. Espresso machine, frother, blender, toaster oven, percolator... the basics and a little more. There’s the display case of your hand-crafted baked goods and not much else. It’s the only place in town beside the diner for locals to sit down, though there are only four tables inside. 

The man doesn’t answer. He stares back at you. You can’t read his expressions. His blues fall to your hands as you place them on either side of the till. 

He wears a quarter-zip with the tab pulled down. The collar folds over as chest hair peaks out unabashedly. His black cargo pants have a military cut to them and his fingerless gloves are a final peculiar accessory. He sports a thick beard but a shaved scalp, and his blunt brows give him a naturally angry affect. 

“Sir? We have a new butterscotch mocha as today’s special,” you suggest. 

“You.” He speaks at last. 

You blink and hold your calm smile. You try to process his question. You point to your name tag an introduce yourself. 

“No, you asked me what you can get me.” 

You nod but don’t understand. 

“I can help you, sir. Sure. What would you like?” 

He looks you up and down and plants his hands on the counter. As he does that, you pull yours offer and fold them over your apron. He leans in and licks his lips. 

“I would like...” he gives a crooked grin, “you.” 

“I...” You open your mouth dumbly. “I don’t...” your voice is brittle. Your throat tightens and you choke on a disbelieving laugh. 

“You laughing at me?” He challenges. 

You gulp and snap your mouth shut, “no, sir. Sorry, I’m just... confused.” 

“What’s confusing?” He bends until he’s leaning on his elbows and twines his fingers together. His knuckles bulge and whiten. You lean back on your heel, resisting the urge to flee. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur. The look in his eyes fills you with icy fear. 

“So, I put my order in...” he drawls. 

“Um. I can’t... I... this is my...” you sputter and recall Sonia’s recount of Osborne and Meyers sacking. The older law partner ended up in emerge though his exact malady varied according the source. “I own the cafe so--” 

“You go on and lock that door,” he says. “Since you’re the boss, you can take a break, can’t ya?” You sway on your feet and stare back at him. He untangles his fingers and brings a hand up to pull at a tuft of his beard. “I don’t know, I was told the service here was speedy.” He sucks his teeth. “But you’re here dragging your feet, wasting my time.” 

You wince and take a cautious step back. He watches you, unmoving, though you brace yourself for him to lunge. You slowly come out around the counter and cross to the door. You twist the lock and flip the sign. 

His footsteps scuff as he grunts into a long groan. You face him reluctantly as he drags one of the chairs from the table and puts it in front of the counter. His attention hangs on the seat as he considers it. You stand where you are, frightened. 

“Come here,” he beckons with two fingers, his other hand on the back of the chair. 

You approach and stop a foot away. He tilts his head to look at you. The gleam in his irises swells over you like frigid water. He lets go of the chair and turns to you fully. He steps closer and you wince as he reaches for you. 

He loops his arms around you and tugs at the knot of the apron. It slackens and he brings his hands up to unhook the strap from around your neck. He pulls it away and drops it on the floor. 

“Sir, I... what did I do?” 

“Chh, chh, chh,” he tuts between his teeth. 

You seal your lips and peer up at him. Your eyes meet again. He brings his large hands to cradle your face and tilts your head. He gives you an appraising look over. 

“You just worry about what you need to do, sweetheart,” he growls. 

His hands drift down to the top of your blouse. You shiver as he plucks open the buttons one at a time. As he does, gritty noises rise in his throat. He pushes the fabric away from your shoulders and down your arms. The blouse falls to your feet. 

You turn your head away as he tugs at the knotted belt of your high-waisted pants. He unties it and stretches the elastic waistband, guiding it past your hips. You sniff as you focus on staying upright. Your pants pool at your feet, heaping over your round-toed flats. 

You gasp as he cups your chest with his large hands. Your nipples harden and poke him through your bra. He purrs and gropes you harder. You shudder and waver with his force. He lifts your tits, jiggling them, and pushes them together. 

“I was told you sell sweets,” he says, “but I wasn’t expecting these.” 

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Totk Ficlet: Pity

(An alternate take on a scene in Tears of the kingdom. Spoiler warning)

The Demon king felt himself drop to one knee. His eyes burning with rage at the man in front of him. The young blond hylian with eyes looking right at him. The other sages had finished the last of the phantoms and were gasping for breath. They were tired, as was the demon king. The only one still seemingly with energy was the wielder of the sword that seals the darkness

He was so sure that this swordsman was not a threat to him, he was so sure the time to conquer hyrule was now, yet somehow, this hero and his group of new sages were not only matching him, they were winning.

“How? How are you doing this!?” The demon king roared.

The swordsman stood silent, his blade remained drawn and shining brightly.

“I am the Demon King Ganondorf! The one that will throw this world into eternal Darkness. How can you stand against me!? Tell me Link!”

That was the first time during the fight that he called his name without disgust or dismissal. He called out the Hylian’s name with Rage and begrudging respect.

Link’s expression shifted, not showing his intense focus he once had. His expression started to fill with something the demon king could not believe.

“What is with that expression? Where is your focus? your anger!? Your hatred!?”

Link was not one for words. The pressure of being the hero chosen by the master sword left him with little to say. But in this moment, Link was not looking at the Demon king of Hyrule, nor the king of the Gerudo.

“I saw what you’ve done.” Link spoke. His voice steady, the sudden words made the demon king and the other sages take notice.

“For many reasons I should hate you. But, seeing what you once were, what you are now…” Link paused, taking a moment to think of the right words.

The other sages were surprised, Mineru especially couldn’t believe the words. What was the hero feeling?

“So hero, if you don’t hate me. What do you feel?” Ganondorf asked with a mix of amusement and frustration that didn’t seem feasible to feel.

“I think the word is… pity.” Link answered.

The word hung in the air of the dark abyss.

Ganondorf felt as if he had been slashed by the very blade the hero was wielding.

Pity?! He pitied him? The demon king!? The one that made Rauru so desperate that he was sealed away!? The one that killed Queen Sonia? The one that would plunge the world into darkness! The hero has pity on him!?

“You Pity me!? Me! The most powerful being in all of Hyrule! The master of darkness! The demon king that rivals the gods! You pity me!? How can you come up with such a ridiculous notion!?”

“You’re alone.”

The quick response left the area silent, only to be broken up by giggles.

Everyone looked to see the young Rito, Tulin trying to stifle his laugh but failing.

“Sorry, it’s just pretty funny. He can summon monsters but not friends.” Tulin answered.

The comment caused Riju to start chuckling, in agreement with the Rito.

“I refuse to believe a pitiful monster such as this was once a Gerudo.”

Soon Yunobo and Sidon joined in with Hearty laughter.

“He really does seem kind of sad when you think about it. The Demon king that has to make his own servants.” Yunobo pointed out.

“Well said Link. This Demon King fails to understand what it means to be a king.” Sidon exclaimed with a flashy smile.

Mineru, who was dumbfounded by the turn of events ended up letting out a fit of chortles. This was unexpected. Truly Zelda was right when she said her Knight was special. Only Link could lose his arm, and see the horrors of the Demon king and point out the one thing that would strike him so fiercely.

The demon king felt his blood boil at the laughter of the Sages. Did this Swordsman just mock him!?

He wanted to strike him but he felt his body ache. His body was already at its limit. But he did know one thing he could do. He didn’t care if he lost himself in his hatred. There is one thing he would not be. He would not be pitied by a damn sword swinging nobody.

He pulled the sage stone from his forehead. He would end this.

[theamityelf]

I know you said they were self-explanatory. But...do you think you could explain the appeal for you in the ships and friendships listed in the "Still Really Like" tier?

Sure, no problem!

Generally, the vibe is that these are the ships that I most like for him, within the constraints that the other person has to be an Ultimate. (Since Makoto and Hajime, the non-Ultimates, are already in the highest tier.) For the most part, I like him with characters who will go against the grain of his more unsavory convictions, because the part of me that is really bothered by his thing with Ultimates wants to see him recover from it. (It's the burnt out former gifted kid in me, I think. And that hyperlink is to a song of the same name. It's a good song.) But to break it down more specifically:

Komanami: I like their interactions in the game, and since I mentioned that I'm kind of unenthusiastic to ship Nagito with any Ultimates, Chiaki is up there because, of the Ultimates, she at least would really push back against a lot of his stuff regarding talent. They both like games, they both have surface-level mellow vibes, and I love the height difference. The fact that she's willing and able to politely ask him to stop doing what he's doing is nice. And I think he's someone who would gladly just let her sleep on him.

Komazumi: Similar to Chiaki, of all the Ultimates, Mahiru is (and sees herself as) pretty normal, and she has/had a reserve course best friend. There's enough in place for her to refute some of Nagito's stuff, and she's often assertive and considerate. She thought to bring him food when he was tied up. Her comment that he would make a good stay at home dad (or whatever it was) in SDR2 also helps. And I think the fact that Mahiru is someone who will readily admit to not being okay is good for him. Also, luck and photography can be an interesting combination.

Kamukoma: This is opposite vibes from Komanami and Komazumi, but Izuru and Nagito's very similar baggage can work well in a scenario where they're both trying to heal. Or be an absolute powder keg, in a scenario where they're not. I ship them both with Makoto more, but I do still ship them with each other. Partially because there's too much good fanart of them not to. And partially because, as I've mentioned in the past, I have a personal fondness for equilateral triangles.

Nagito x Chihiro: Okay, so here the ship answers the question of "If I saw Nagito do an out-of-the-box extreme gesture of devotion for someone, which character(s) would I be cool with having on the receiving end?" and also "Which character(s) could use a slightly over-enthusiastic pep talk?" (I think Nagito would really flourish if he gave someone a pep talk and they actually brightened up and got inspired. He dreams of that kind of win.)

Like Mahiru, Chihiro will just openly not be okay. Chihiro will openly cry. Chihiro will openly ask for advice. I think those things would be good for Nagito. But also, Chihiro wants to "become stronger", and I think having someone willing to go to misguided lengths to cheer them on and help them out would be a positive thing. Nagito would love an Ultimate with a specialized intellectual talent who wants to push themself past their current limits. Would they potentially be a bad influence on each other? Yes, but in a way I'd be interested to explore.

----

And now for the platonic:

Sonagito: This one is mainly because Sonia is one of the characters who doesn't seem to hate him, in SDR2. Her reactions to him are very focused on what behavior of his she dislikes, not disliking him as a person. And Nagito tries to stop Teruteru from harassing her and makes fun of Kazuichi when she rejects him. They have a cute thing going on, is what I'm saying.

I think there would be more here if she were only born a princess and not also hypercompetent at being a princess, speaking a bunch of languages, etc. If it was just "She was born with her station and that's enough to call her an Ultimate," then that could begin to pull a thread, but she's just genuinely excellent, which would only reinforce his belief in the concept of Ultimates, so that's one for the minus column, lol. Don't get me wrong, I love Sonia's skills for her character; just in the context of her being friends with Nagito, it doesn't advance what I would want it to. And that's fine.

Nagito & Taka: Their diametrically opposed ideologies provide exactly what I want out of any Nagito relationship. And Nagito's very particular vibe of "regular rule breaker who is highly respectful toward authority" would be cool with Taka's very particular vibe of "wants to be friends with everyone but also no running in the halls". They both have trouble coming across how they want to, with their peers, and they both have a kind of callous way of expressing themselves sometimes, and they're both highly principled in very different ways. It'd be fun to explore a friendship between them.

Nagito & Kyoko: They're both so smart, and they have such different vibes. (This isn't an actual part of the character analysis, but I'm thinking of the Danganronpa Abridged joke/moment where Kyoko goes "No. Shut up," when Leon tries to say something during the first trial of THH, and comparing it to the canon moment where Nagito just says a knowing "I see," when Gundham says something in the fourth trial of SDR2. Does that make sense?)

They just know stuff, and they're both sitting on it, Nagito with a smile and Kyoko with a stoic expression. They could both just silently absorb and process information and both know that the other has picked up on what they have picked up on without saying a word. And then, if they're working together, both use it to corner someone verbally. And if they're no working together, then they try to work around each other mentally and that's also very fun!

Honestly, I love the idea of Nagito smiling sunnily at Kyoko and Kyoko staring stone-faced back and they are best friends, and I also love the idea of Nagito smiling sunnily at Kyoko and Kyoko staring stone-faced back and they are enemies. But it's also cool if they're not quite either one but they just have an understanding of each other that most don't have. Or if they're both dating Makoto and they just get each other in an almost kind of tense way, maybe accepting, maybe even hostile, just any angle for those two could be so cool.

[a-tale-never-told]

"Sniff"! Nidai, Akane, and Teruteru get hated because of their skin color. "Sniff"! Mikan already had a horrible. " Sniff"!Gundam and Ibuki are seen as weird, "Sniff" !Fuyuhiko and Peko are feared by many "Sniff"! and Sonia, dear god, Sonia. And every time me and the others try to stand up, we get talked down to a lot, even miss Yukizome in some cases! All because we are trying to be ourselves.

S-sorry I shouldn't be complaining about this at all. That's how this school works and I'm guessing that it will continue on. "Sniff"!

No that's wrong!!!

?!!! H-Hajime?

... I know how you feel, like you want to be someone you're not, to destroy your inner self and what makes you happy, I get it. I want to have a talent, to be somebody, but I don't want to be someone I'm not and you shouldn't either.

B'-but

But nothing Chiaki! Listen to me, you're an amazing person, really you are. We've been best friends since middle school, we had our backs back then and I'm sure as hell having your back right now.

I know Hope's Peak might have high standards for someone like yourself, but that's what makes you special. You're sweet, kind, caring, and have a huge passion for what you do. You care for your friends so much. It just shows your dedication to the people that care for you and you care for them.

I don't get bothered much by comments, but when they attack my friends, it crosses the line.

And I get that? Do you think I want people like Honami to suffer? Of course not! But that doesn't mean you should throw away your individuality for some people who wouldn't even care if you changed or not. That's how life is, unfortunately, you tend to meet people like that. Trust me, I have experience with that kind of thing.

But that doesn't mean you should let what people say about you and your friends get you down. Who cares what they think, you are you and so are your classmates. I get it can be hard to get afraid, but you have to stand up for yourself and never give up on what makes you happy, be it your friends or gaming. Be yourself, and be proud of what you accomplish.

....

That was kinda of cheesy not gonna lie.

It was?

Yeah, but you're right. Who cares what others think, especially people like them who believe all of that racist nonsense? I'm being myself, and that's great enough for me.

Now THAT was cheesy.

I know, hehe!

But really Hajime... thanks. I really needed that. While I might not be 100% better, It does ease a bit of the stress. I'm glad you're my best friend.

Me too, Chiaki. Me too...

[shadowlycan]

Nine watched as Belle created some course for Sonic with a flick of her finger. It seemed similar to Emerald Hill, but different. Maybe a location from one of their adventures.

Sonic began saying things, only to give a question,’ what did you do to my shoes, Nine’.

Nine stepped back. It was one thing to call him by his real name. It was another to call him by his chosen.

‘I fixed them. They were burning up,’ Nine answered, annoyed.

‘I know that. I am asking what exactly you did. By chance did you remove energy,’ Sonic explained.

Nine looked up at the hedgehog. He had to be joking. His shoes having all that energy sources had to be the problem yet somewhere he worried why. Why did Sonic say Chaos Control expecting something to occur? Why was Sonic looking at him with pity now?

‘Look, kid. I get it. Don’t do that again. Got it. Ask me about what you are worried about,’ Sonic replied.

Nine was the genius here, not him. He had asked him to fix his shoes. What was Sonic expecting?

‘Belle, tell the kid some stories of your or own adventures while I run around for a bit. I want to make sure I understand what I’ve dealing with, here. Knowing the fact we have demonstrated you won’t tell me,’ Sonic informed before dashing off.

Nine watched in awe, seeing the blue hedgehog seem to become a blue blur.

‘One of Sonic’s many titles across the multiverse, the blue blur. There are other things, of course. He commonly calls himself the fastest thing alive across the multiverse. Our Sonic hasn’t really bothered with such titles. I have no idea why. Sure he will remind Ivo of course but that has always been different,’ Belle commented.

‘Do I have titles?’ Nine asked.

‘Sonic’s best friend normally. Of course in the universes that you saved Station Square in. You are considered the hero of Station Square. People commonly call you a genius given your achievements. All things considered creating a fake chaos emerald has and always will be impressive,’ Belle answered.

He turned away. Nine felt something gripping at his memory. Something trying to scream at him. Just another bad memory, just another reminder of the pathetic fox he used to be.

‘Nine, did one of the Chaos Council look for the chaos emeralds on your island?’ Belle asked.

‘They already had power across the world. Why bother? Those emeralds are myth. They knew they had enough…,’ Nine began.

‘My Eggman sought after the chaos emeralds. Why would they be any different? They are all greedy at heart, all desiring to spread and enforce their empire. The chaos emeralds of my world offer unlimited power. Something they would desire. I know you’re lying. They may be myth, but you must’ve seen their power. As Tikal once said, the chaos emeralds are enriched by the heart. It does not matter if good or evil,’ Belle interrupted.

‘Are we looking to go on a treasure hunt for mythical emeralds with limitless power?’ Nine asked, annoyed.

Belle groaned. She quite preferred the Nine in that show than this one.

‘No, moron. I have enough chaos energy to power this entire city for centuries. It would be foolish,’ Belle replied, anger dripping in her voice.

Sonic raced up to a building. A building that brought him to freeze in place. They stood there with victim after victim protecting them. Each robot was crushed, only to have one of their leaders approach him. He longed to scream. It was a nightmare. Sonic watched this monster die. He watched her so called brother mourn her.

‘Your speed is amazing. I only wish Project Blur succeed. We could give you someone to train with. It doesn’t matter. You’re one of them and we know what to do with your kind,’ Sonia announced.

‘I am Project Blur, Sonia. Trust me when I say you shall fall once again alongside the Chaos Council. I became immune to that trick a long time ago,’ Sonic replied, making his status clear.

Sonia laughed only to watch each of her so called weapons fall. A hand gripped onto a green hedgehog’s neck. He hated the idea that this was his family, despised the fact their mother never considered them special despite their heritage. They were weapons, weapons like Nine could be if Sonia got her hands on him.

‘You touch my two tailed fox and he shall die. Got it, sis,’ Sonic threatened.

[william-t-sickofyourshit]

Ronald was just trying to be funny, he didn't have any ill intentions. And he couldn't know that he's hurting William that way, of course. So... as stupid as his comment was, William wasn't actually upset with Ronald. He was upset... in general. At the fact that Sebastian was always getting this kind of attention and he couldn't openly show that he's taken, mostly. But whose fault was that? Well... William's own. So in the end, William could only be upset with himself.

Sonia scolded Ronald, but he had two drinks in the sun, so he was just being silly. Isa rolled her eyes, and punched his other shoulder. "Dude, don't give them false hope when you well know that Seb is gay. It's not funny." She huffed.

"Damn sorry... just having a little fun." Ronald stuck out his tongue, rubbing his both hurting arms, after both Sonia and Isa hit him.

William just chewed on his cream sanwich, saying nothing. He shouldn't show that this bothered him, it would be suspicious.

Thankfully, the subject got changed quickly. Someone from the staff approached them then, and as if any of them would want to partake in little wedding games and contests that would be starting in about an hour. William chuckled, knowing what this was all about. "Heh, Alan was complaining about this constantly. He didn't want to do these games, but agreed because Eric really wanted to. Apparently these are very popupar in Scotland and his family is always having a blast competing with each other on all weddings." He laughed. Oh he could already imagine the Scots getting all rowdy on this very elegant wedding so meticulously planned by Alan.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[ganondoodle]

every now and then i get comments on some of my older rants about totk and im pretty sure its usually the very first post without any of the additions i tend to add later on-

old post about how i found it a lil weird that the one of the first things rauru and sonia doing is put zelda back into a little white maiden dress even tho her own clothes didnt look damaged at all and were far more practical and someone commented that its so she doesnt stand out (something that was said in nearly every comment i got on that post already) and that it was only weird bc i was making it weird or sth xD

but it made me think about it again, so .... that excuse doesnt work for me at all bc .. why wouldnt she want to stand out? whats the danger of that? her suddendly appearing out of nowhere, not knowing anything of the traditions or happenings of the time, being around the king and queen all the time with a duplicate enigma stone and unknown technology (purah pad) isnt weird? i know the excuse of oohoho shes a distant relative of sonia (i know its far stretched techinically true i guess) but why even do that, why go to such lengths of keeping her time traveling secret? making her less of a target for gan isnt really sensical either bc he went for sonia anyway, despite zelda clearly being the younger and less experienced of the two with less control of her power, and if he knew she was techinically more powerful .. well then shes even less in danger, and if he might have wanted to get information from her what could he have gained from it really? she didnt really know anything more anyway? like all she could tell him would be like you will lose i guess lol

(also you could keep it secret from him but why from the others, i just dont see the point, i dont find her look pretty either, she just looks uncomfortable, like if she gets put in to a lil white uwu maiden dress AGAIN im just gonna assume ok you are stripped of all your agency and will sacricifce yourself again wahoo what fun)

in a world were time magic is normal why wouldnt you just say yep she literally came from the future to help us? the usual rules of time travel, as in, dont tell anyone who you are, dont mess with the happenings bc everything can have major consequences, doesnt apply anyway, she goes around by her real name and is involved in literally every major happening .. so why care?? keeping it secret from gan for the future? why? he literally recognizes her within a split second anyway

(no gonna get into why i think her time travelling in the first place is like .. so forced? its only segway to put her out of the game essentially and the oh no tragic twist, but like why, she got the powers and the stone so she unconcisouly travels ... back in time ..?? why not reverse the stones she fell from or something, if it was soemthing that would come up again ok! like she did the time travel accidentally and then learned how to return over the time she spent in the past thats good!! i like that idea, but its never broguht up again, the closest thing to it is the weird two time bubbles that just serve to give you her time powers (whats up with how that went down anyway) and then to send the mastersword back ... why even do that when it could have fallen and travelled back with her right away?? and both of those are at the very start of the game AND IT NEVER COMES UP AGAIN, like fine if it was her trying to go back but not getting it right so she creates weird ass time bubbles cool! why not put them all over the place with them getting bigger and maybe being able to talk to link from the past idk SOMETHING- ok ill stop here ...)

[mythicalartisttm]

Have you played botw2? If so, what do you think of it so far?

I've been watching playthroughs! I can't afford the game rn, but I hope to get it myself eventually! In part for the experience, in part bc the ppl I'm watching play are hardly looking in the direction I want to. A game with so many options means that no one will play the same way, so that means if I want the best TotK experience, I'll have to make it for myself.

That said, the game thus far is driving me nuts (/pos and derogatory).

First and foremost, the game is trying to sell the fact that Hyrule and it's founders only came into play just before the Imprisoning War??? Baby, I understand that Hyrule could have been refounded after Ganondorf came in guns blazing after having just squashed the Hero and Princess of Time, and so Sonia and Rauru would be rebuilding Hyrule and re-establishing the monarchy. That makes sense. But that's just straight up not the case! I could go over all the timeline inaccuracies right here but my brain hurts trying to put it into words. The LoZ timeline has been a mess for over 20 years but this is the first time it's contradicted itself without a fix from what I've seen.

Naming the king Rauru was a fun little detail though, I like that 🙂

Speaking of Rauru, I have only seen as much of him as the Great Sky Island and one (1) tear, but he's going into the Fictional Dads of All Time folder. Both a goat and a G.O.A.T. I do not know much about Sonia yet but I like her. Both the king and queen really scored on marriage partners imo.

Tulin, my son. I have not played the game but the AI is so darn good it's job and he's saved the guy I've been watching so many times. I do kinda wish we could've fought alongside Teba but dang, Tulin is not just good, he's a really fun character in his own right and I'm glad he's here.

I haven't as strong feelings about Yunobo but he is a delight to be around. Rolling him around and smashing stuff is quite fun as well.

Bonus that I've taken to naming the sage mimics. So far we have Terin and Shobae. I've already decided to name the next (last?) two Raja (pronounced "rah-hah") and maybe Po (Po and Sidon).

Mostly unrelated, but Tulin's champion ability reminds my of the LU Champion AU craze from a a while back! That was the first thing I thought of when I saw Tulin use his power for the first time and it made me chuckle.

It still doesn't feel real to have the name of Zonai popping up in so many places in-game. Like, wow. Ok. I guess this is happening. This has still not sunk in.

Speaking of which, did you know that the Zonai tech was originally Sheikah tech in development? I'm actually really glad that it got changed because using a different kind of tech with it's own distinct color/aesthetic not only separates TotK from BotW, but it also prevents the Sheikah tech from getting stale. I wish we could maybe see some more Sheikah tech aside from the towers and the Purah Pad though, just to make it feel like it hasn't totally up and left. I did see a comment on yt say that the ppl of Hyrule probably dismantled the divine beasts and other weapons so they never have to worry about the tech turning on them again. I think that's a good way of looking at it, although the removal of the towers felt highly unnecessary from an in-universe perspective imo if they're just gonna build new towers.

Side note that when that one character (I can't remember if it was Purah or Josha) called them Skyview Towers my SS brain went 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

There's for sure more I have to say but this is all I can call upon atm! Thank you for asking <3

[diva-1-online]

Kazuichi x Reader

“Miss Sonia!”

Because of course, she’s Miss Sonia. She does nothing but berate him and she gets all his attention; is that how (Y/n) is supposed to act now? Her crush on him was a secret she proudly kept, yet whenever she was alone with him she couldn’t help but become flustered. She knows she shouldn’t hate Sonia for stealing his attention, it’s not her fault. She doesn’t try to lead him on, she simply says what she thinks. Besides, (Y/n) and Sonia have been friends for while; close enough that (Y/n) got invited to her sleepover with Hiyoko, Mahiru, and Chiaki.

“Are you free tonight?” Kazuichi begged the princess with adoration.

“Sorry, I’m busy.”

That was true, the sleepover was that night and everyone had their bags already packed, heading to her house right after their final class that day at Hope’s Peak University. It seemed like (Y/n) was the slowest driver, every other girl settled in with snacks and drinks, talking about their latest assignment.

“Hello (Y/n)!” Sonia warmly greeted her, “we were just talking about our psychology professor.”

“Who definitely has a crush on Mahiru.” Hiyoko added.

“No, no, he just likes to give me extra credit.”

“Extra credit no one else gets,” Sonia chimed in with a smile.

“Doesn’t Kazuichi like you?” Mahiru teased as Sonia shook her head in displeasure.

“He’s obsessed.”

“And he stinks,” Hiyoko commented.

“Pft, aren’t you one to talk,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes and tightened her grip on her phone. A message from Kazuichi.

Is Miss Sonia there? -

She sighed as the other girls continued sharing their secret crushes. Why did Kazuichi always have to think about her? Whatever.

It’s at her house -

Can you send me the address? -

No -

“(Y/n)! Who’s your crush?” Hiyoko asked. Damn, the question got to her fast. Either she lies or she tells the truth. Looking at all the girls around, her eyes stopped on Sonia. No way would the truth go over well. Who should her fake crush be?

“I don’t have one.”

“Sure you do, I saw you blushing at a text you got earlier. Who was it from? Who, who?” Hiyoko continued to torment her persistently; the rest began to join in with her. (Y/n) shoved the blondie off her and shook her head, restating her crush, or lack thereof. While Hiyoko seemed to doubt her, the others nodded and went on about their crushes. Another buzz of her phone let (Y/n) know that Kazuichi was texting her again. Who else double texted as much as Kazuichi? Exactly.

“(Y/n)! Can you fill up my cup?” Hiyoko begged.

“Just get it yourself, I don’t get why I have to do it.”

“Your cup is empty too, so go fill it up with mine.” (Y/n) caved in and stood up to get drinks. An arm extended from Chiaki let (Y/n) know she was now on an errand. Three drinks. Mahiru lifted up her cup filled with pretzels to signal another refill.

“So lazy,” (Y/n) muttered with a playful smirk. She didn’t mind it too much, she just wished it was on her own accord and not the begging of others.

“Guys! I got her phone,” Hiyoko squealed quietly as the rest began to circle around her. “Now it’s time to find out who she likes.”

“Do you know her password?” Mahiru asked.

“No, but it can’t be hard,” she shrugged and turned the phone on, “Ooh! A text! From,” Hiyoko stifled a laugh as the girls asked who. Her hand slapped over her mouth as she finally blurted out, “Kazuichi!”

“No way,” Sonia mumbled.

“She did defend him back then. Wait, what does the text say?” Mahiru leaned in. “Well, texts.”

“I don’t want her address for her.” Hiyoko began reading them off. “I want to visit you. C’mon. Ditch the party and hang with me.”

“So he wanted to get close to Sonia for (Y/n)?” Chiaki muttered.

“I suppose. It was still- he still,” Sonia tried to find the right words; Hiyoko was thankfully a harsh enough translator

“Still creepy.”

“Yea,” she sighed.

“Are you kidding me?” (Y/n) walked in, snatching her phone from Hiyoko. “I don’t get a damn thing of privacy, do I?”

“You like Kazuichi!” Hiyoko yelled and pointed her finger.

“Don’t distract me from the point! Why did you take my phone? A whole distraction to see a text?”

“We wanted to know your crush. I think we hit hte mark,” Hiyoko smirked. (Y/n) bit her lip to stop a further comment and sat down. The tension was high, no one could fully relax or say another word till Chiaki poked (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“Someone’s here for you.”

“Who?”

“... Kazuichi…”

“How did he find my house?” Sonia grumbled. Chiaki’s hand fumbled over her phone, showing (Y/n) a text between her and Kazuichi; he wanted to tell her something.

“Fine.” (Y/n) walked out and saw her crush standing there in front of her car, a smile plastered on his face. She felt her knees go weak, alone together in the night.

“Are you here for Sonia? Want me to get her to talk to you again?”

“No. (Y/n), I have a confession: I got close to Sonia, or, tried to get close to Sonia because I thought you two were friends and it’d help us get closer! I wanted you to like me more, it’s a simple plan. So…”

“Kazuichi, you became obsessed with her,” (Y/n) crossed her arms and looked away from her crush. “Everyday you would always talk to her over me. Everyday it’s, ‘Miss Sonia.’ It gets old. It gets so old. I love being with you but everyday I have to spend at least an hour hearing about her. I love being with you, Kazuichi. I just hate how you talk of her consistently.”

“Sure, I talk about her a lot, but whose photo is next to my bed with me at a carnival? Who’s the one I stay up talking to till midnight about how her day went? Who did I win a stuffed animal for? I don’t do that for just anyone. I’d love to go to bed early but I love talking to you more. I get up at six a.m. for work but talk to you till midnight.”

“Then why? Why Kazuichi? Every day you seem to put in so much effort with her but treat me like shit. You were fine, WE were fine before you decided that being friends with my friends would help us. But no, I can’t do it. I won’t be treated like I’m second best, okay?” She unlocked her car, wanting to just drive home. She didn’t care her clothes were still in Sonia’s house, she had her phone and charger with her. She can just go get her clothes tomorrow. A sniffle made her turn her head before getting in her car.

“Now you’ve got me crying, (Y/n).” He laughed with a choked sigh being clearly held back.

“I guess you know how I felt.” She got in her car and began to drive away, leaving the pink-haired man standing in Miss Sonia’s yard.

Her bed was warm and provided the comfort she needed. She just needed to be alone, she hoped she wouldn’t have to explain much further to Sonia and them. She’s sure they could hear them arguing anyways. Sleep was a comfort that was taken away from her far too soon, a knock at the door leaving her restless and tired as she got up to see who it was.

“Kazuichi?” She groaned as he extended his arms to show a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses. “Why did you bring me this? Why are you at my house?”

“I thought you girls liked this stuff!”

“It’s three a.m. I’m tired, okay? And who’s, ‘you girls’? Sonia?” She saw Kazuichi look down in a bit of shame. “Don’t tell me-”

“They said you’d like it! They said you’d think it’s cute and. Just take it! Ok! Chiaki, Mahiru, Hiyoko, and Sonia! They all said to get you chocolates and roses.”

“That is so stereotypical,” she groaned and reached her hand out onto Kazuichi’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yea. And- I’m. I’m sorry for losing my cool. I-” She was interrupted when he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. His chin settled into the crook of her neck as she relaxed in his arms.

“I love you.”

[quickdeaths]

Silence settled over the courtyard as Ji-yeon waited for some wry comment or punchline that wasn't coming. After a moment, she cast a sideways glance towards Shinobu, a small frown on her lips. "Is she serious?" There was a sharpness to her tone that nearly made the archer flinch. Of course she knew about Ji-yeon's opinions on this sort of thing, but she was thoughtful and inclusive of others, so the idea that it would have been some sort of issue was entirely unexpected. "Ah, mm," Shinobu murmured in the affirmative. "Miss Nevermind is the princess of Novoselic, though it's not necessarily the-"

"Huh." Ji-yeon's entire bearing seemed to shift in an instant. Shinobu knew that her friend could be imposing, in that her impressive standing and her clear convictions could disarm those who weren't prepared for it, but this sort of posture - hands on her hips, head tilted to the side, eyes narrowed in analytical disdain, keen to pick apart bit by bit the girl in front of her - wasn't like her at all. "You know that makes sense. That actually makes a lot of sense."

A chill ran down Shinobu's spine as her arms crossed over her chest. This was something normal people had to navigate from time to time, wasn't it? A personality conflict between friends, or trying to mediate some sort of unpleasant situation. Given that the only constant companion in Shinobu's life was Anzu, and Shinobu was unfailingly on her side against anyone and everyone, this wasn't the sort of thing she had any experience with. On the one hand, wasn't it her responsibility to say something in Sonia's defense? On the other hand, wasn't she capable of speaking up for herself, such that she might see it as an imposition?

Already, Shinobu had a strong understanding of Ji-yeon's issues, and she couldn't exactly say she disagreed. It was jarring to Shinobu, too, to think that a country like Novoselic could be counted among countries like Japan, the United States, and the countries of the European Union, rather than countries like North Korea and Saudi Arabia. In her own case, she had an abysmally low opinion of the Japanese Imperial House as a historic entity, given all the trouble it had caused the world, and its own people. It sat poorly with her, the idea that one family, largely without oversight, could so directly shape the lives of millions of people. One could take issue with the specific implementation of democracy, but it was hard for Shinobu to find fault with the guiding principle of 'the people of a society should have some control over the governance of that society.'

And yet, they found it difficult to see that as a fault of Sonia, personally. She hadn't asked for that life, and it clearly brought her some amount of emotional hardship along with the privilege. Furthermore, if they thought about it pragmatically, what were the options? Beyond a violent revolution, change would have to be incremental, and if that was the case, surely someone like Sonia was the best fit for the role, of the available candidates? She was intelligent and caring, with a sense of sympathy of those in positions different from her own. That had to count for something, in their eyes.

For Ji-yeon's part, she was still frowning in Sonia's direction. "As for why you'd defend the bloodsucking parasites that we call the upper class, at least." She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back out of her face, giving her an even sharper, wilder, more punk rock look. "So, I assume if I asked, you'd say that you don't think you're better than other people. Or, at least, you wouldn't admit it." No one would, in that sort of circumstance. Even Shinobu, who varying considered herself greatly superior or vastly inferior to other, depending on the moment, knew not to voice those sorts of thoughts.

"Miss Ji-yeon, I really don't see the reason to bring this up," Shinobu interjected, shifting her weight back and forth between her feet, awkwardly. "Just as you don't dislike all Japanese for the actions of our government, isn't it a bit much to take issue with Miss Nevermind as an individual for the potential faults of a much larger system?" Systems were made up of individuals, and pretending otherwise was just a way to absolve those individuals of any consequences of their actions. She knew that much, but still, it would be better if Sonia wasn't put on the spot, or made to feel uncomfortable.

"It isn't the same," Ji-yeon answered, barely giving Shinobu a moment of attention before looking back to Sonia. "So, you're not better than other people, in your own eyes, but you also don't see anything wrong with living better than them, in big houses with full-time staff, with specially-prepared meals, no fear of hunger or the cold because you can't pay the gas bill in the winter. You don't see anything wrong with wearing millions in jewelry when people are homeless. You must think it's fine that your family gets unilateral control of your nation's political system."

She was hot and cold at the same time - burned up with righteous anger, while singularly focused on its direction, steely, uncompromising. "So, Your Highness, why don't you explain to me how that makes sense for you, alright? How the hell do you square in your mind the belief that you're not better than other people, while living such a charmed life and wielding such institutional power, neither of which you earned? Isn't that a horrible, horrible injustice?"

"I do not think that," Sonia piped up, her gaze and words full of concern before she could stop herself. It wasn't the sort of time nor place for such conversations, and yet she had a more personal stake in the matter, one she wasn't eager to reflect upon the specifics. "I do not think that all people with power and status believe they are better than those who do not. I think a good amount of them sully the reputations of everyone with legal authority, but not everyone is painted with such a horrid brush. Sometimes it is harder to allow those voices to be heard, those oppressed and those wishing to change things for the better, because those wishing to keep them quiet are simply louder."

Or in charge. Or male. Those points Sonia couldn't exactly refute, she realized with a wary smile. Her father's entire Royal Council was still made up of aristocratic men, though those without titles were still hired into other positions of prominence in the Novosonian government. Still, there was a growing apprehension of a woman in charge one day: the last time that had happened, Novoselic's borders had nearly fallen. Superstition and chauvinism had continued through the next several centuries after.

"I only met him briefly," She replied, careful not to offer her own opinions on her friend's father. She hadn't been around him enough to truly form them to begin with, but from what she could see, Shinobu looked perturbed enough by the conversation's direction. She didn't blame her: sometimes it was easier not to talk about family, particularly when they brought great shame or embarrassment with them. "But I imagine I was quite an inconvenience that day, so a curt attitude may have been warranted."

She nodded, both at Ji-yeon putting some distance between herself and the uncomfortable-looking Shinobu, and at Ji-yeon's words. From what she could tell of Shinobu's life, Sonia rather thought she'd be used to women showing affection towards her at will: but when Ji-yeon did it, she'd lost some of her usual aloofness in favor of uneasiness in its place.

"That is correct, yes," Sonia confirmed for her. "I am part of Class 77-B but, truth be told, we had yet to act much like a real class in the first place. It was not until our new homeroom teacher this year and my best friend elected as class representative that we showed any sort of unity. I think that helped us form friends throughout the school, or at least it did for me! I felt quite isolated in my old school and thought Hope's Peak would be a similar experience. I am glad to have been proven wrong: it is a normal school."

Maybe without as many anime and manga tropes of high school, such as after school clubs and romances that lasted a lifetime. But she couldn't begrudge Hope's Peak for that: it was already more naturally welcoming and inclusive, titles aside. Her classmates didn't care that she was a princess, or even the Ultimate Princess. They were simply eager to be friends with Sonia Nevermind, and Sonia was grateful every day she'd been given the opportunity to meet them.

Now, she had to hope at Ji-yeon Iida felt the same. It was a precarious situation, introducing herself properly to people who didn't already know what she was. At home, at In Utero High School, there was no chance of anyone not knowing what the Princess of Novoselic looked like. In Japan, Sonia was grateful for the anonymity until the moment it was destined to disappear. "I think my enthusiasm regarding Japanese culture is more of a hobby than a skill!" She admitted with a nervous chuckle. "But I am an enthusiast, yes. But ah, no, that is not my talent as registered by Hope's Peak. I was admitted under the talent 'Ultimate Princess,'" Something she didn't quite agree with in the first place: it seemed wrong, to put those born into a family and future against one another, to show that one was more worthy of honor and respect, at least by Hope's Peak standards. Nevertheless, it had gotten her out of Novoselic when she'd desperately needed a way to do so, so she couldn't exactly fault it.

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

So, uh Hi? I never did this before 😅 Can you do a headcanon for how would Yandere Kokichi, Sonia, and Nagito react to someone confessing to their s/o? Sorry if you did this already!

Yandere Kokichi, Sonia, and Nagito Reacting To Someone Confessing To Their S/O

AYE A VERY INTERESTING PROMPT ME LIKEY

Kokichi Ouma

•100% sure he would interrupt the person confessing just as they were about to say it.

•"My, my. Confessing your feelings in the middle of a killing game. Y/N, don't you think they're just trying to gain your trust?"

•The other person tries to deny all of it; because it was true. But before they could explain themselves properly, Kokichi prevents them from saying another word.

•He drags you away after snapping at the person. He would either mumble words under his breath or be quiet the whole trip because he's coming up with things that he would tell you, for you to stay away from that person.

•Once you two are alone he warns you of all the things that would happen if you had trusted the person. And other manipulative things that he would say. He even offered his help in protecting you. This got you thinking, I shouldn't trust them, but I should trust him? I mean, he has good intentions anyway, so yeah. You agree.

•He confronted— no, threatened the person that was about to confess to you. Convincing them to stay away from you, or else. Thus the start of his manipulative and obsessive behavior. He promises to protect you, forever.

•Bonus because I didn't read the request that well: He would even kiss you in front of them. To show that you already belong to him.

Sonia Nevermind (omg my first Sonia request!!)

•Will happen to pass by where you're having your confession. She doesn't know what's going on, so she observes.

•The most awaited phrase was now said. And of course, she was shocked. Threatened that her S/O would be taken away, she walked towards your direction.

•Holding your hand, she says, "S/O! I was looking for you everywh— oh my! Someone other than us is here? I am so sorry! Me and Y/N have some business to do."

•She scolds you while you were walking away. The most unsettling thing about it though, was when she looked into your eyes with such intensity along with the words, "No one steals you away from me." Then back to her normal tone and graceful self, she added, "Alright?"

•She kept you away from the person since then. She's being vigilant towards your and their actions, seeing if you do anything suspicious.

•Bonus because I want to: every night, she thinks of the excuses that she would say if that person approaches you again.

Nagito Komaeda

•Luck made him move his feet towards where the confession is happening. In return, he trips three times, causing him to have scratches on his face.

•He went to you and held your hand. He stared into your eyes with a worried look on his face. His face had scratches. Did he hurt himself again just because he saw you with someone else besides him?

•Okay so. If the one confessing has no talent, he'd mock them hard until they lose the courage to confess. Saying that they have no right to confess to you or even have eye contact with you.

•If the one confessing has a talent though, he'd passive-aggressively tell them to fuck off. (That's just an exaggeration. Komaeda doesn't swear, right? Idk. He'd still do the passive-aggressive though.)

•As you two walk away, he would tell you to stop associating with people like them. He doesn't wanna lose his only hope, you know.

•With his overly manipulative wordings, he managed to convince you to never go near that person again.

•Bonus because Nagito: He ALWAYS  has passive-aggressive comments whenever that person is near BAHAHAHA.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you for requesting, anon! ♡

-Mod Toko [Genocider Shift] ♡

[kuruyuji]

Am I allowed to request the same innocent!reader but with TeruTeru, Gundam, Kaito, and/or Kazuichi? (Sorry If this sucks. ;w;)

of course ! i liked the last request i dont mind doing it again 

sorry for my request taking so long, i’m a bit overwhelmed right now with my life at the moment

- Gundham, Kaito, Kazuichi, and Teruteru with an innocent s/o

gender neutral reader

warnings: slight nsfw (mentions of sex)

read part one here with makoto, nagito, and miu !

slight nsfw below the cut

Gundham Tanaka

- Gundham isn’t a dirty person. But your innocence does leave him very flustered

- also pretty bad at handling these type of situations since he’s socially awkward. he honesty just stands there like this: 🧍‍♂️ while you also stand their clueless

- like are you trying to kill the boy by trying to asking him completely dirty questions with complete innocents?

- but just because he’s awkward, doesn’t mean he won’t stick up for you. he knows you can take care of yourself

- for example if Teruteru made a lewd comment, he would speak up for you.

- “ Teruteru you foolish human, you’re childish remarks are making s/o uncomfortable. If you continue this antics I will unleash my full potential upon you for the sake of my significant other!”

- if you thought he was awkward when you asked him harmless questions, wait till you ask him for the sex talk

- he freezes, and even refuses. but when you asked again he gave in, even though he was also completely clueless

- after some research, he’s tries his best to explain. cue almost an hour of a very embarrassed Gundham poorly explaining what sex it. and with the way he talks did not make it any easier

- when you asked him to demonstrate he refuses again, using his excuse that mortals can’t touch him. Gundham already has trouble with people touching him. but then he looks back at you and how can he say no to you?

- he’s stiff, you’re stiff. everyone is stiff ! but no worries, the two of you made the best of it

- he may be super awkward around you, and can’t express how much you mean to him with words, but he’s always ready to protect you from lewd comments

- also the devas constantly tease Gundham on his poor sex knowledge

Kaito Momota 

 - don’t worry, Maki is always watching him making sure he doesn’t say anything stupid

- he thinks it’s pretty cute, and would lightly take advantage at it

- he makes dirty jokes with the other guys and forgets that you’re very innocent. he feels bad about it sometimes but is thankful that you don’t get any of the jokes. because Miu and Kokichis foul mouths can be a handful

- speaking of Kokichi, Kaito is protecting you from him, always keeping an eye out for him

- he hates it when Kokichis close to you. not in an obsessive way, he just can’t stand Kokichis annoying ass

- “hey Kokichi, can’t you tell that you’re bothering s/o? cut it out!”

- when asking for the sex talk, he’s a bit cocky and is ready to give you a visual presentation. he makes a lot of dumb and lewd jokes that go over your head but you somehow understood the basics. he also asks for Shuichis and Makis help. Shuichi did the best he could despite the super red face and the occasional stuttering due to embarrassment. Maki whacked Kaito in the head every time he said something dumb

- when being asked to demonstrate, Shuichi and Maki immediately leave refusing to see and hear more. meanwhile Kaito is frozen in place due from shock. He agrees, but he’s a bit scared. only because he doesn’t want to mess things up

- of course he controls himself (somewhat), but he can’t take off that stupid smirk on his face. he’s cocky, but respectful towards you

- Kaito loves spending time with you. your innocence has been interesting from the start, how can he not spend time with you ?

Kazuichi Soda

- you definitely caught him by surprised

- and you definitely made him flustered countless of times 

- but he can’t deny that the whole innocent thing is a bit of a turn on. also can’t help but feel power when he’s with you, like it’s his job to protect you. 

- sometimes he overdoes it with the jokes and sometimes he can take advantage of the situation 

- “oh? what did you say s/o? you mind saying that again? wait let me grab a video camera first!” he teases, a glint of mischief in his eyes

- Hajime has to knock some sense into him from time to time because Kazuichi can’t always control himself

- he thought Sonia's princess image was intriguing, but your innocence was way more interesting weirdo

- then you asked him to explain sex, his face then matched his hair as a response

- he asks Fuyuhiko and Hajime for help. Fuyuhiko explains as best as he can (flustered and pissed off as hell) and Hajime was only able to give him moral support. 

- when you asked Kazuichi to show you, all that remaining confidence (which he didn’t have a lot of in the first place) just leaves his body. he will admit that he’s a bit scared, scared that he’ll screw everything up. but when you offer him a warm kind smile of trust, he gives in. 

- Kazuichi was a HUGE mess. he tried to play it off but the shaky hands and the awkward tone was too obvious for anyone. luckily for him you didn’t seem to notice

- all in all Kazuichi loved your innocence, it hypes him up and gets him excited, a little too excited. but you don’t seem to mind it because you’re completely clueless

Teruteru Hanamura

- oh, he’s going to have fun with this, a little too much fun

- he takes advantage of your innocence's whenever you can. even when the dirty joke is absolutely terrible 

- it doesn’t matter who Teruteru is talking to, he’ll always say something lewd to them

- your innocence surprises everyone, because Teruteru doesn’t hold back with his comments. how’ll he’ll casually talk about your body, or how he wants to do dirty things with you in the bedroom. everything just completely goes over your head

- “ohoho? an innocent one? that's quite sexy~”

- one time Mahiru stepped in for you. “s/o, don’t you feel uncomfortable with Teruteru’s comments?” you shoke your head, “No why would I? What's so bad about it?”

- this lead to your classmates protecting you more, but you told everyone that you can take care of yourself and you don’t really mind.

- every lewd comment just lead you towards confusion and awkwardly smiling. although you were pretty interested with everything he said, and you just wanted to know more about Teruteru

- Teruteru also takes the time to get to know you better and discards all the sexual comments. he genuinely wants to get to know your character better

- and then, you asked Teruteru for the sex talk

- please, RUN

- he says every dirty joke he knows at the top of his head. his uses his hands and random kitchen objects for visual demonstration. you had to ask him why he was putting a banana inside a hole of a donut

- when you asked to demonstrate sex to him, he drops the banana and donut from shock. Teruteru then smiles and then takes your hand and leads him to his room

- but just because he’s a huge perv, doesn’t mean he can’t be respectable. he handles you with care. 

- yes dating Teruteru with an innocent mind can be a handful, and a lot of people you down at you in pity, but you love spending time with your partner, and he agrees as well

[dcviated]

For all of his jesting, the closer the car drew to the pair the more that feeling began to sink into his gut. No, it wasn't the wealth of carbs that was being delivered with the casual bite of the bagel. It was a settling realization that this really was it. Wylan never bothered to personally meet much of Sonia's staff in Tokyo, maybe a few bantering lines between guards before carefully subduing them. This was going to be...

What was it going to be? The choices that swirled were causing the wealth of anxiety as he reconciles past and present with what he even wanted out of the future. Was this a big deal? It was, but also shouldn't be, right? He wanted to be with Sonia, that much was obvious. But ... he laughs, as a way to fill the impending silence.

"Okay okay. Seeing as you asked so nicely. Hard to say no to that face. Guess I'll... permit them the honor of seeing my face. I might even smile." Even if there was that odd wish in the back of his mind to scowl. Out of whimsy and silliness? No. Because instincts in situations like these- around the elite and business- were to settle into his own veneer of danger and professionality. He survived this long using that mask and ...

Sonia's hand is suddenly much more present in his own, prompting a tensing of his fingers and a more neutral smile being passed her way. Time to stop ignoring the men in black now accosting them. It'd be so easy to keep going but...

"Oooo, hey hey this isn't bad, I kinda like cohort. Done a lot of cahoots over the years. This feels like the first time it's being properly acknowledged. How about I get a badge with that as a title?" The question is prompted openly to those gathered (and ignored by most) but maybe just maybe Sonia approves of the idea. But there's already a precedent being set that, should Wylan get a badge, it will have more title than name on it.

Many titles. Whatever comment gets thrown his name. The first time he meets her parents it may end up looking more like a military insignia mosaic on his chest.

And so it's with that dismissive irreverent avoidant energy that Wylan effectively delays the choices of reality and steps into the door. The plush leather seats are a familiar touch, the lack of weapons and cigar smoke being even more pleasant to the trip. So many times he's found himself in luxurious backseats at the 'mercy' of a gangster or corporation hot shot. Unlike those situations though, there was no intention of intimidating or impressing the 'assassin'.

Just a wish to get things back to status quo.

And it's that vibe that should have Wylan all the more elated as it's something that can be disturbed, smokescreened. But a simple glance over at Sonia as they both became settled and the way her expression was focused- careful- measured. Suddenly he isn't so sure. Brows deepen and a hand rubs at the wrist of the other.

"So when you say she I can only imagine you mean one person. The other one I never had the luxury of meeting. I definitely heard her voice a few times though. Saw her from a distance. Cecily. If you... had any tips or requests I'm all ears. I mean it. I get that she's someone I don't immediately want to be on the bad side of. Which seems a pretty impossible task given-"

Given a year and some change of being the biggest thorn in her side? Yeah.

"I'm gonna try for you. I swear it."

Sonia gave his arm a soft squeeze. It wasn't that long ago when she was certain that hurt and pain would be unavoidable: whether it was his line of work or both of their inability to say, plainly and without reservation, how they truly felt. Now, she felt confident that Wylan would take the utmost care in closing the book on his old life in order to start a new one. And she'd help him however she could, even if it simply meant supporting his choices. There was a limited window of time, she realized, where she or her life in general would not be forced to meddle in his affairs. She wanted to preserve that for as long as she could, before every detail of Wylan's life would try to be uncovered, no stone unturned, in order to determine his permitted proximity to the princess and her family. She leaned slightly into him, though careful not to knock him off-balance. That was how it always felt, now as an adult more than ever: whenever she dared to become close with someone, life went from an even, steady pace to a sprint or a trip on a bullet train that never stopped. A relentless scrutiny that so many chose to walk away from until they couldn't.

She shook her head, trying not to think about it and focused on their conversation instead: this time about breakfast pastry. "Very well, I will," She told him with a bright, though determined tone. He had a point: she'd ousted their hideaway so doing an internet search was likely the least amount of trouble she could get into. "Oh, it looks like their earliest appearance was in a Syrian cookbook from the 13th Century, but the modern iteration is popular amongst Ashkenazi Jews in North America and Poland. That makes sense: Novoselic does not have a terribly large Jewish population, though plenty took refuge within our borders during the second World War."

It was the acceptance of stranded Japanese pilots during the War that had brought some discomfort to the Jewish community in Novoselic, even as they were given shelter and unharmed. Many chose to leave during the mid to late 20th Century in favor of other nations with larger populations. But they needed breakfast, not a history lesson: Sonia didn't doubt the both of them would get more of that sooner rather than later, Wylan especially. If he was deemed fit, he'd need a crash course in various subjects, including Novosonian history.

Sonia opted for a croissant instead, though it seemed far more dense and much less flaky than the ones she was used to. Just as well: wrapping it up in several napkins felt rather fun anyway. Meals, in her culture, were meant to be sit-down affairs taken at mealtimes, so eating on the go was a novelty. Even if their destination wasn't terribly fun. Or even a typical job. It was far more stressful than either of those things.

 "Ah, what a gentleman," She half-smiled, half-smirked at him. It had rained overnight, something Sonia vaguely remembered hearing against the windowpane while they'd been preoccupied with far more important matters, and it had made way for a sunny morning. A walk would have been most welcome, if she hadn't spotted what he did: the nondescript black luxury sedans that were moving closer towards them in unison. Wylan had always managed to duck and avoid them back in Tokyo, escaping out a window (something Sonia had fretted over: the Royal Family's Japanese home was a penthouse suite in one of the tallest buildings in Aoyama) or some other secret exit he'd built for himself.

And while she never wanted the mischief in his eyes to disappear, there were times to run and there were times to stand their ground. She gazed up at him, knowing that the latter had to win out if they wanted any sort of chance at...this. Whatever this was going to be. Calling him a boyfriend seemed to make light of it all, but everything else would be considered quickly, perhaps too fast. And they wouldn't have time to suppress it, not after the family properly found out. "I adore the many ways you give me a way out when times are difficult," She replied, taking his free hand in her own. "But in this case, I think we cannot afford not to have this person on our side. There will be plenty of opportunities to take off, I am sure. Give my security another heart attack and revise their plans. But for now, please: stay with me."

"Your Royal Highness," One of the men wearing a black suit interjected. The four of them had heard most of her plea, but had at least given Sonia the opportunity to finish it. "We are glad to have found you at last. You have put your staff at Le Meurice in an uproar, and we have been instructed to collect you and return immediately. You and your..." A pause, as he appraised Wylan behind his sunglasses with no discernible expression. "...cohort. In case non-disclosure agreements are necessary."

 Sonia gulped, equally trying not to show any discernible expression in her response. If only for the fact that the men would disappear into their respective cars and the someone in the two that wouldn't be carrying Sonia and Wylan would tip off the royal staff sequestered at the hotel. And frankly, she needed to handle this delicately: it wasn't her family, not yet, but it was someone equally important who needed to be compassionate regarding the situation. When, Sonia had a sinking feeling, she would be anything but. At least at first.

"If you will follow me, Your Royal Highness, Sir," He gestured towards the second of the three black cars, where a door was held open for them to enter. That would be a new one, Sonia thought: Wylan being addressed as 'sir,' and Liam, most definitely, heckling him about it. Her cousin had a tendency to tease her dates and partners whenever he could: the problem would be him finally meeting his match, likely at the expense of everyone else's patience.

"Please?" She asked, nodding towards the door. Sonia needed Wylan to make the choice on his own: it would be the first step in not deserting her when things became complicated. "We will have to face her eventually, and talking about what has happened might help us plan for the next steps. Including what to do about your former life."

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Horny on Main Disease - Komaeda x Reader

Summary: Reader catches a strain of the despair disease that means she says everything she is thinking. Kind of awkward considering all she can think about is how much she wants to jump Komaeda's bones. This is intended to be sort of funny, but i still wrote it pretty seriously, just want to make it clear that i did not half ass the smut. i whole assed it.

Word count: 4444  Contains: fem reader, they/them pronouns, despair disease, explict sexual content, unsafe sex, voyeurism Read on AO3 ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

It’s not even a particularly hot day, and yet you’re sweating bullets as you walk over to the dining hall like you do every morning. Your legs are wobbly and your head is aching something terrible, you assume that you’ve caught a cold or something , whatever the problem is, it’s going to be a question for Tsumiki when you meet up with her at breakfast.

Kuzuryu is standing out by the pool, pensively staring into the still water. He probably misses Pekoyama, but you’re smart enough to know not to-

“Hey, Kuzuryu! I bet you miss your dead girlfriend, huh?”

He just stares at you, and it takes a good few seconds for you to even realise what you just said out loud. You clap a hand over your mouth, horrified.

“I don’t know why I said that!” You squeak

Kuzuryu doesn’t look...angry? He shakes his head at you and sighs, “you’re acting weird today too, aren’t you?”

“What? Weird? Who’s weird?”

“Owari was here a few minutes ago, bawling her eyes out on the ground.” He crosses his arms and looks away from you, “I think the bear is planning something again.”

You nod sternly, “anyone with tits as big as Owari has nothing to cry about! Something is definitely suspicious.”

Oh god why did you say that??

“Oh god, why did I say that??”

You just keep saying everything you’re thinking!

“I just keep saying everything I’m-“

Kuzuryu grabs you by the wrist and starts tugging you towards the dining hall, “something is definitely fucked up.” He looks down at where his hand is gripping yours, “Jesus Christ, your skin is on fire!”

“Yeah, cause I’m hot !” That was already an embarrassing thing to say, you are horrified when your mouth drops open again to follow it up with, “bow-chicka-wow-wow!”

There is definitely something wrong with you. In general you are the sort of person who takes the time to carefully curate every word that leaves your mouth, the fact that you are just speaking without even thinking about it is bizarre and alarming. The ache in your head is also steadily growing stronger and you’re starting to feel dizzy, maybe you’re just delirious with flu? It doesn't make sense for you to catch the flu on an abandoned island, but weirder things have happened already.

It is at this moment that you realise you have been (only semi-coherently) mumbling your full internal tirade outloud to Kuzuryu, who is now helping you up the stairs to the dining hall. He has very diplomatically, been either ignoring, or at least pretending to ignore everything you have been saying.

“You’re nice. Probably the politest yakuza i’ve ever met.” you pause, “I’ve never met another yakuza, i'm not sure why i said it like that.”

Kuzuryu scoffs and tugs you up at the last step. Deigning to give your comment any sort of response.

As you step up onto the dining hall landing, you freeze. This is dangerous. Your nails are biting into the skin of your palms, and your already warm face feels even hotter. Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think about him. Kuzuryu is giving you a look, you must be verbalising your own mental gymnastics, but that is less embarrassing than the alternative.

“Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think-”

You look up, like an idiot . Komaeda is sitting by the window with his chin in his palm, just sort of staring off into the middle distance, not really looking at anything. The morning sun cascades through the window and catches in his hair. It shimmers. Your heart twists and turns in your chest, you have been trying to keep this little fascination of yours under wraps, but he slowly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose and-

“He looks like an angel .” You say, and you say it loudly.

All eyes in the room turn to you. Hinata especially is looking at you with his particular brand of exhaustion, that says this is not the first weird thing he has heard today. You scramble, trying desperately to think about anything other than Komaeda, to stop yourself from saying anything stupid. In your desperation, what you say is: “Yes hello! I was talking about anyone in this room apart from Komaeda. Please do not be confused, it was not Komaeda. I want to make it crystal clear that i am NOT attracted to Nagito Komaeda. This is a very convincing lie and you all believe me!”

Mioda straightens her spine and salutes you, “Roger! You are not attracted to Komaeda, I believe you!”

Your sweating even more now, it’s getting hard to breathe, “Forget I said anything!”

Mioda salutes again, “Consider it forgotten!”

“What is happening?! ” Hinata exclaims, gesturing wildly to you, Mioda, and Owari who you suddenly notice is leaning against the far wall and sobbing, “This is not normal!”

Your eyes slip to Komaeda again. He is looking at you and he is blushing-

“He looks so...cute…” You whisper, and Hinata yelps.

“Why are you all being so weird???? ”

Monokuma takes that as his cue to finally show up. Waltzing on into the dining hall like he owns the place, clearly buzzing with excitement, “A good question!” He says, clamoring up onto a vacant chair and holding a paw in front of his face to hide his laughter, “ Oooh , this is my best motive yet! Looks like three members of the class have come down with a bad case of the despair disease!”

“D-Despair Disease?” Tsumiki contributes, nervously playing with her hands, “I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

“Yeah, well. It’s pretty self explanatory!” Monokuma says, “The main symptom is high fever, along with some other fun despair related effects! It’s a bit of a mixed bag though and no two cases are the same! For example, Moida is suffering from the Gullible Disease...Owari has the Cowards Disease.” Then, Monokuma points his stubby little paw in your direction, “And you have the No Filter Disease. You just say whatever you’re thinking! It’s been lots of fun so far, upupupupu~”

“Oh, does that mean all those things they were just saying about Komaeda were the truth?” Sonia says. Her brows draw together, and she taps her lips with a finger, “How interesting.”

“It’s not my fault he’s gorgeous!” the words escape you before you have a chance to stop them. You squeal and clap a hand over your mouth before you start talking again. Komaeda is now bright red to the tips of his ears.

“That was true? GROSS!” Saionji exclaims.

You glare at Monokuma, “If you wouldn't kill me for doing it, I'd rip out all your stuffing right now.”

Monokuma withers a little, “Aw~ Is that what you really feel? Here I was thinking we were great friends.”  

“I’ll gut you like a fish.” you pause, “a bear-fish.” another pause, “a fish-bear.” You groan, “UGH, I can’t stop saying stupid things! I’m all sweaty! This sucks !”

Tsumiki steps over to you, her hand is shaking as she brings it up to your forehead.

“Oh…” you breathe, “your hand is cold.”

“S-Sorry! I’m just checking your temperature.”

“You smell like lavender.”

She recoils a little, “It’s j-just my shampoo!!'' Then she shakes her head and turns to the rest of the group, “Monokuma is telling the truth. They’ve got a fever.”

Hinata hurriedly presses his hand against the foreheads of both Owari and Moida, confirming that they’re also burning up, “What do we do, Tsumiki?”

Before she can answer, Monokuma pipes up again, “did I forget to mention? It’s contagious~~”

Saionji squeals and backpedals all the way to the stairs, “Contagious!?”

“Yeah and I'm a conta- genius . Get it?”

Souda gives you an uncomfortable look and scratches the back of his neck, “How much space in your brain is taken up by bad puns?”

You’re feeling really dizzy now, “A lot of it! But usually I don't say any of them!” your knees wobble and you almost fall over, luckily Tsumiki is still close enough to grab you before you topple to the ground, “I am going to kill that goddamn bear .”

“Could-could someone help me?” Tsumiki squeaks, “If i keep holding them up like this we-we’re just both going to fall over.”

You giggle a little, slipping into a semi-delirium as you cling to Tsumiki for dear life. Hinata and the others start working on a plan to keep everyone safe until the illness runs its course, “Hey Tsumiki…” you whisper, “Komaeda’s got real nice hands, huh?” she is too busy trying to keep you upright to answer, “I want him to carry me. Unless I'm too heavy, Tsumiki, am I too heavy?”  

You’re all but draped over Tsumiki now, who is trying in vain to shuffle you over to a nearby wall, when you suddenly hear her sigh in relief, “Oh...Th-Thank you. I’m not very s-strong…”

You manage to flop your head around to face the other direction, lacking the strength to turn your neck properly. Komaeda is looking down at you, it might just be the fever, but you feel like you’re going to burst into flames.

“Aha, I’m sure i'm not much stronger than you, Tsumiki.” He says, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you over to him. You might have moaned, you can't be sure, “But I do have the height advantage.”

The utter tsunami that leaves your mouth is unavoidable. Literally medically unavoidable, but that doesn't stop it from being the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“He’s touching me. He’s touching me…” your head has come to rest on his chest and you are practically hyperventilating, “He smells like chamomile soap and clean laundry...His hands are cold, his shirt is soft...Oh god i'm so sweaty, he probably thinks i'm disgusting! Komaeda, i'm so sorry , this was meant to be a secret!!! I wasn't going to tell you, everyones gonna think I'm weird!” your thoughts are leaving your mouth faster than you can think of them, if Komaeda is reacting to anything you have to say, you don't notice because despite your mouth running a mile a minute you still have an ounce enough of shame and bury your face in his chest to hide from your own words.

The world is spinning, your head feels heavy, everything is so hot , “Your hair is nice, did you know your hair is nice? God, I've wanted to run my fingers through it since day one. This is so fucked up, you almost killed someone! I want to stop talking , i feel like i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out. Im gonna…”

***

“I think I passed out.” Is the first thing you say when you wake up. You’re still hot and the back of your neck is sweaty, but you can see that you are now in the hospital, and that you’re wearing a hospital gown.

“Who undressed me?!” You exclaim, disappointed to find that you still can’t help saying everything you think.

At the sound of your voice, the door to your room opens, and Komaeda steps in.

“No! Not you!”

He freezes, withering under your gaze, “Ah, I see. Being greeted by garbage like me in your current state, it must be insulting .”

You feel like an asshole .

“That’s not what I meant! Please don’t go, I never want you to go.”

Komaeda laughs a little, still lurking nervously in the doorway, “You’re confusing me.”

“I don’t want you to hear what I’m thinking. I want you to stay, but all I can think about is how much I want to suck on your collarbone.” You freeze the second you stop talking, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth as you hide your face in your hands, “I’m so sorry! I can’t stop it!”

Stepping further into the room, Komaeda quietly closes the door behind him. Your heart is pounding.

“I’m nervous.” You say.

He tilts his head, walking over to the side of your bed, “I can still leave if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m not uncomfortable.” You shrink under his gaze, “it just, the way you closed the door it makes me feel like you’re planning something, like maybe we’re going to have-“ you manage to cover your mouth before the rest of the sentence escapes. Keeping your hands tight over your lips as all you can think about is his long fingers, his soft hair, his half lidded eyes.

“Are you...still talking behind your hands?”

You nod.

A smile crawls up the side of his face, “are you saying something embarrassing?”

“I wanna stick my tongue in your mouth.” You say, loud enough that even the tight grip of your hands doesn’t muffle it.

Komaeda remains remarkably calm, “You keep saying those things. This disease...means you say whatever you’re thinking, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s driving me crazy, I’m just being such an idiot and I’m probably freaking you out. I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not it.” He sighs, moving slowly as he sits down on the side of your bed, “Honestly, why would you let such thoughts about scum like me take up so much real estate in your mind?”

“I can’t help it!” You exclaim, “I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I just can’t! I want you so badly. I…..I-“ you hold your breath, you can’t let that last part out, no matter what, you can’t say that last part. You’ll die of suffocation before you let him hear it.

“You...what?” He asks

Oh god. You can’t stop thinking about it. Your lungs are aching, screaming for you to just open your mouth.

“What are you hiding, hm?”

It’s too much. The nerves, your sick and weakened body, him right there . You can’t do it, you can’t stop it, the next time you see Monokuma, you are drop kicking him into the sun.

“I’ve touched myself while thinking about you!”

The words echo off the walls of the room like a gunshot.

For a moment Komaeda just stares at you, but then, his shaky hands reach out and wrap around both of your wrists. His throat bobs.

“Hng. I want to suck on the side of your neck, I want to see you covered in marks from my teeth-“ you try to cover your mouth with your hands again. Komaeda grips your wrists tighter.

“No.” He whispers, trembling, “keep going.”

“ God, your hands are so big. I want to know how deep your fingers would reach inside of me. I bet you’re good at it, I bet you’re really good at it.” He just keeps staring at you, ghostly green eyes blown wide, chest heaving , “Are you turned on? Is this turning you on? Just pin me down and fuck me, do it, do it, do it!”

“How...how often are you thinking about me like this?”

“Oh, all the time.” You freeze, mentally (and therefore also verbally) berating yourself, “Not all the time! Just like, a normal amount. However much that is.” He is still just looking at you, the pad of his thumb slowly brushes across the pulsepoint in your wrist and you shiver, “Yes, yes! I’ve wanted this intimacy with you for so long . I couldn't tell anyone, I couldn't tell you. During the first trial, when you went on your weirdo rant about hope and despair. I was scared, i was so scared, but oh god- ” you can't stop yourself. Every thought in your head is pouring out of your lips. Filling up the room, the mortification is drowning you . All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him, “I was wet , Komaeda. I went back to my cabin and came three times to the thought of you, I am reprehensible . What do you think the others would do if they found out, huh? That all i can think about is you fucking me over my trial podium. They’ll tie me up next-”

The bed squeaks, and Komaeda brings his knee up and over your hips.

“-Oh my god. You’re doing it aren't you?”

His other leg comes up on the bed, and he settles, hovering up above you. He shrugs, “I honestly don't understand why this is something you want,” he leans down over you, resting his palms on either side of your head, “but who am I to deny the wishes of an ultimate.”

If not for the warmth of his lips pressed against yours, you are sure that you wouldn't be able to shut up, based only on the number of thoughts tumbling through your head like they’re on a spin cycle. You are still sweaty with fever and probably look disgusting, but Komaeda shuffles down in between your legs and hikes your hospital gown up to your waist. So you are suitably distracted.

He laughs as he hooks his fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs, “I cant believe that you want scum like me to touch you like this. Usually I would assume that you are lying, or taking pity on me.” He grins, running a finger up the length of your sex, “But everything you say to me is your exact thoughts, isnt it?”

“Yes! Touch me, please! ” You’re quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe in between your frantic pleas, “You feel so good, you feel perfect . I want your fingers inside me so bad .”

He hisses as he slips his middle and ring finger inside of you, eyes glued to where your entrance is swallowing him up, “Ahaaa...you’re drenched . You really do want me don't you?” he pistons his fingers in and out slowly, slowly and deliberately, “Someone like you, desiring me so terribly. It’s such a waste , but i can't help it. I must be selfish and take this chance while i can.”

“Not a….waste....” You force out, helplessly grinding on his fingers, “Want you....want only you…”

“Oh- Ohhhh .” He moans, “I can feel you, squeezing around my fingers. You’re so wet...so warm…”

You hear a zipper coming undone, and your thoughts go into overdrive, “oh my god, oh my god. Komaeda’s going to jerk off in front of me, wanna watch, wanna watch! ”

His fingers still inside you for a moment as he tugs his boxers down far enough to slip out his cock. Your eyes follow the movement of his long fingers as he slowly curls them around the base, and tugs them up again, rolling the pad of his thumb over the head. His hips buck, and you moan.

“You...you’re tightening around my fingers…” he breathes, choking on a moan as he pumps his cock again, “you like watching me touch myself?” Your hips stutter, grinding your clit against the meat of his palm as he continues stroking himself. His eyes are wide as he watches you writhing beneath him.

“The face you make when you do that...it’s so cute.” You say, whining as his fingers start moving inside you again, “it’s even cuter than I imagined. Your cheeks are all red.” You swallow, “and your cock is so pretty...I want you to cum inside me, so bad .”

His breath hitches, “you want me to cum, inside you?” his cock is leaking with pre-cum now, painfully hard in his hand. His chest is heaving.

“Yes yes yes! ” You plead, “I want you, please! ”

“I don’t understand.” He breathes, and you whimper as his fingers slip out of you, “How could someone be so desperate for my pathetic seed?”

“Fill me up , Komaeda!” You exclaim, at this point you are long past embarrassed. The words leaving your mouth are the absolute truth and there is no way you can deny them.

He groans at that, an octave deeper than you are used to hearing and it seems he is having trouble denying you. His own desperation mingling with yours and overtaking his painful self-doubt, he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and slowly edges the swollen head against your entrance, “f-fuck…” he mutters as he slips inside you, “you’re so warm .”

You can barely even register what you are saying anymore, it’s little more than a string of compliments about how good he feels inside you. About how handsome he is. Your tongue feels weird and loose in your mouth from overuse, but you still can’t stop talking.

He looms above you, halo of white hair bouncing as he thrusts in and out of you, the unmistakable jangle of the chain hanging from his jeans. All things that confirm it is Komaeda inside of you. Your heart races with the fact.

“Th-thank you, for permitting me to do this with you.” He stammers, sweat slowly dripping down his brow, “it’s...so good...it feels like I belong inside you. ”

A moan rips through you, and you hook your weak ankles around his waist, “you do belong inside me. You fit so perfectly , I was made for your cock. GOD I sound so filthy…..I- I can’t help it.”

“ No.” He hisses, eyes meeting yours, “Keep talking.”

“You say that like I can stop.” You dip your head lower, and wrap your lips around his left collarbone, moaning as you suck hard enough to leave a bruise. He keens above you, hips snapping against yours even faster, “Your hip bones are digging into my thighs…”

He squeezes his eyes shut, “I-I’m sorry, do you want me to-“

“Don’t you dare stop, Komaeda. You’re mine , I want to feel every inch of you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You bring a shaky hand up to his cheek, he nuzzles into your palm, “You aren’t hurting me. It feels wonderful.”

He kisses you then, messy and wet, his lips taste like desperation. Even with his tongue tangled with yours, you are still trying to speak. Sweet nothings, forceful demands, anything and everything that comes to mind is trying to force its way out of your mouth. Something is in the pit of your stomach is twisting tight and you moan greedily into the cavern of his mouth as his hips meet yours again. You can feel that he’s losing his rhythm.

“S-sorry. I’m...im close…” A moan rips from his throat and he buries his face in your neck.

Your hips have started canting up to meet his, you want so badly to be close to him, to feel all of him, “M’close to. I love having you inside me, i want to do this again and again and-”

Komaeda freezes, eyes turning to the door on the other side of the room. Footstops.

“Who is it? Did they hear? Are there going to come in? What do you think they’re going to do if they see you inside of-”

Komaeda covers your mouth with his palm. You’re still talking, but at least it’s muffled now. Kuzuryu and Hinata are chatting in the hallway, the footsteps seem only to be growing closer. You can't stop thinking terrible, horrible things, and while Komaeda’s hand keeps you quiet enough that they can't seem to hear you from outside, Komaeda can definitely hear you.

“I wanna keep going.”

His eyes are blown wide, but you feel the tell-tale throb of his cock inside of you, “ What?! ” he hisses, “there’s no way you can keep quiet like this...they’ll definitely hear us.”

“I don’t care if they hear us, I want them to hear us. I want them to know what you’re doing to me.”

His hips twitch, and he bites his lip hard to keep in a moan, “You're not ashamed to be seen intimately with someone as despicable as me?”

You coo at him, running your index finger down the front of his throat and over the mark you left on his collarbone, he tentatively removes his hand from your mouth and pushes some sweaty hair away from your forehead, you smile, “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m in love with you.”

Komaeda sucks a breath in through his teeth, and it is only then that you realise what you have said.

“Oh GOD. I didn't - I'm so sorry.” your eyes are wide, you’re ready for him to jump up and bolt out of the room, “I just thought it and then i said it, and jesus christ im so sorry-”

You’re cut off by his lips. The kiss is gentler, less desperate, but filled with the depth of passion. He starts thrusting in and out of you again, and you gasp in surprise at the feeling. He pulls away from the kiss, and rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy as one of his hands slips down under your knee. He pushes your leg up higher and you choke on a moan at how much deeper this new angle feels.

A high-pitched whine leaves his throat as he continues moving inside of you, he swallows, “I...I love you too.”

“Aaah... ahhh .” You’re so close at this point, the coiling in your stomach is about ready to snap, “I love you so much, I want your cum, please! ”

“I’ll give it to you, I...hah...I’ll fill you up...is that what you want?”

His hand slips down to your clit and you shriek , clenching hard around his cock, “Yes, yes, yes! I’m close...i'm so close…”

“I’m gonna...I...I…”

A moan rips through you as your climax finally hits, for the first time this day your mind is void of thoughts. All you can do is feel . Your fingers dig into the bedsheet under you, and your legs tighten around Komaeda’s waist. He writhes and moans above you,  he just keeps going, harder and harder and harder, and then, with a heavy groan you feel him release inside of you.

“Thank...you…” you mutter, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Before Komaeda has a chance to say anything in return, someone clears their throat on the other side of the door. The two of you freeze.

“Are you two done?” Hinata asks, he sounds exasperated.

Komaeda clears his throat, “Um...yeah...pretty much.”

“His dick is literally still inside of me! Maybe give us a few minutes!” You wince at the blunt sentence that just left your mouth, Komaeda is clearly trying not to laugh, you huff “Sorry Hinata! I can't help it!”

This disease was going to be the death of you.