#(for a lack of a better ship name)

[sizzlinshy]

thinking about each other.

uncensored full pic on Bluesky

[lycheeleeches]

Was supposed to keep this shelved up cause I wasn’t fully happy with the results- but I guess the ppl can see

[izavella21]

Maki x Kaito is not a straight ship.

Just saying.

[trainerethan]

Dearly moved by the idea of lyra and ethan smothering silver with affection and friendship and love and him having no idea how to handle it. Hes never had friends or a crush on someone so having 2 new friends and liking both of them is too much to process. A mix of shame and happiness and confusion bc its all totally new. Its also a bit scary to suddenly feel vulnerable and like you have something to lose when you didnt before.

Lyra and Ethan know how much he struggles w giving or accepting affection so their strategy is to just not give him time to process and get embarassed by it. Full force attack. Giving affection casually like its no big deal and continuing on like nothing happened so silver doesnt have time to be embarassed about it in the moment. It also helps him to relax a bit and not feel pressured. Trying to learn how to have positive healthy relationships after 11ish years of nothing is very difficult and would make you feel very vulnerable.

Especially being abandoned by your family, im sure there is some level of fear that literally anyone else could leave you too. If your own family wouldn't stay around, itd be hard to trust someone who you see as having even less reason to stick around.

But they are persistent in making sure silver knows how much they care about him 🙏 and despite the anxiety and uncertainty that comes with such a new experience, silver is happier than he can ever remember being before.

[lokh]

You the only one in laishuro tag??? You the founder??????

YEAH 😭😭💔💔 it's so lonely out here.... I think the emptiness is due to a couple of things

people.... don't like shuro. who knew! (sarcasm) (agony) (i understand but Still)

laishuro is not yet common fandom vernacular. their names are difficult to mash together and laishuro is just the one that i came up with. other people have also considered this ship but if theyre making anything for it it's entirely possible theyre using a different tag/ship name

[wilnotwill]

yellow/parker needs more fics (plus fans in general tbh,,)i've read literally all of them ill take anything atp im STARVED. theyre actually so peak you just gotta see the vision please 🙏

[dailycallie]

bruh i just misspelt "calfrye" four times in a row. kill me... 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[seamayweed]

+ bonus:

I’m sure you wanted to kill him. I’m glad you held back.

[ID: 9 gifs of yoo ji-tae as choi kang-woo and woo do-hwan as kim min-joon in “mad dog”. 3 scenes are interwoven, one of them in black & white and framing the gifset in the beginning, middle, and at the end. in it kang-woo tells his friend park moo-shin: “i was dying to kill him. i wanted to kill him. but min-joon suddenly called my name, saying: ‘mr. choi, let’s stop this.’ and when he said that, i saw mi-sook’s and joo-won’s face on his face.” the two remaining scenes are in full color, showing examples of min-joon stopping kang-woo: in the first one, min-joon holds kang-woo’s fist, the latter turning to him angrily and shouting: “let go, you punk!” but min-joon only looks at him with soulful, pleading eyes, telling him to “stop”. kang-woo looks back at him, stunned, face twitching as the words finally get through to him. in the second one, kang-woo is about to strangle someone to death, but min-joon shouts through the gap of a door locked by a chain: “don’t kill him! don’t! you can’t become a murderer!” kang-woo seems to snap out of it then, letting go of his unconscious victim. /end ID]

[clare-875]

Ocean's Depths (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader Summary: You're a devil fruit user and you accidentally fall into the ocean Warnings: Some angst, Fluff, Female Reader [One Piece Masterist] _____

- Luffy -

To be fair, you should've known better than to sit on the railing of the ship, the moment you saw Luffy, Ussop and Chopper begin their usual antics. They run and chase each other as rare days spent on the sea with no sight of enemy or island leave them gripping onto the games they would play to pass their boredom. You hear their laughter faintly in the back of your mind as they play a game of tag. You could hear Zoro grumbling in the background as he refused to take part in quote, such childish games. You hear Luffy and Ussop groan at his lack of taking part, but the three continue anyway, using their skills to avoid the other. You didn't mind the loudness or "childishness" as Zoro did. You were used to hearing joy echoing throughout the deck and with the sight of Luffy's contentment and mischief, you couldn't deny his fun.

Well, if it didn't involve you plummeting to your own demise.

The rush of footsteps got faster but you had been absentminded as you looked to the sky, swinging your feet periodically. Despite the shouting and laughter upon the ship, you salvage the moment of serenity as you watch clouds merge and fall apart again. The lull of the wind was heavenly on your skin, but suddenly you are pulled back to reality as a figure slams into your side and you lose balance. "L-Luffy!" You barely have a chance to take a breath as the world suddenly turns, and the wind that had been gently hugging your skin now rushes past you. You hear a faint cry of your name but it is lost in the cool water that shocks your system and the darkening of your surroundings. You watch as the round image of the sun starts to slip away as you sink deeper into the ocean. You move with all your might to try and reach the fading light but you have known too long it is helpless, and you already feel tiredness anchoring you.

Luffy turns as he realises he had slammed into you, about to apologise, but he merely sees you topple momentarily before being lost to the sea. "AHHH [y/n]!!" Luffy's eyes strain in shock at the image of you falling, and he feels his heart constrict. In the moment of panic, Luffy forgets that he himself can't go freely into the water and flies off the boat in the direction you fell. "Tch, Luffy! That damn idiot!" Zoro and Ussop look at him jump carelessly off the ship as they themselves get ready to go to the water; now they have not one but two devil-fruit users lost in the one place they cannot go. Ussop finds you almost immediately, sinking into the ocean with your eyes closed, and he swims faster to save you from the depths. Zoro sees his Captain much quicker seeing as he only just lept from the deck, and forces himself not to roll his eyes at the sight of his gaping mouth releasing bubbles into the water.

When finally, all four of you resurface, you feel slight energy return but still rely heavily on Ussop to pull you to the deck. You slump against the railing of where you sit as your eyes widen at the sight of Luffy being placed on the deck beside you, only now realising he had jumped in after you. Other crewmembers scurry around in their concern as they witness the sudden unrest, however, once they learn of what has conspired, Luffy earns a wack to his head from Nami that returns his consciousness. "Idiot, what would've happened if we lost [y/n], be more careful!" Instantly, Luffy perks up at the sound of your name and turns quickly to his side, eyes shining in his relief that you are safe. "[y/n]! I'm sorry!" You smile at his genuine care as he quickly makes sure you're all right, but as the crewmembers start to disperse you hold his hand to ease what worry betrays his eyes. "Luffy, I'm fine, just please no bumping me off the ship next time." You grin as he nods frantically, but he finally returns your smile. Luffy decides to spend the rest of the day fishing rather than running around. He laughs at the conversations you hold throughout, but deep down he is just relieved to see you safe upon his ship.

- Sanji-

The weather on the seas was unpredictable. In the past, you all bore witness to the tornadoes, whirlpools, abnormal waves and sudden storms that tilted what had been a once peaceful day. Despite knowing this, the crew often paid it no mind, leaving it to their Navigator to boss them around whenever the winds signalled a change. Today was no different. The sun had been shining above your head, warming the deck and luring your crewmembers outside. Your friends were in their usual places about the ship, some fishing, some sleeping, some lounging. You had been sitting with Robin and Nami, cradling drinks that Sanji had just prepared for you all. However, the conversation about new clothes you would purchase next was cut short, as amid your lighthearted laughter Nami perks up at the change in the wind. You witness her eyes widen slightly as she looks up, seeing abnormal clouds enter the blue of the sky.

Almost immediately, instructions are brought to the wind and crewmembers scurry from their spots. "Quickly, a huge storm's coming, we only have a few minutes!" The men of the crew move as you and Robin also go to help, Nami shouting commands into the suddenly darkening day. It had been going well, as though waves got choppy and sudden rain drenched the deck, you all managed to escape the breadth of the storm. Well, that was what you thought until you heard Nami's frantic shout as she turned to you distracted along the ship's railing. "[y/n]! Watch out!" Amid your subconscious mind, you look up only to be met by the sight of an abnormal wave about to crash onto the ship's deck, but you are too slow. You feel yourself get swept with the wave, as the ocean water makes you lose your grip on the railing and fall with the sudden tilt of the ship. You feel the cold water and imminent demise as you sink into the ocean. Your energy is lost and what's worse is you barely had the chance to take in a breath, feeling consciousness slipping away.

Your crewmates shout out at the sight of you suddenly gone from the ship, but one man's heart pounds loudest. The storm is still within range, and Sanji feels like his world has been stripped from him at the sight of you suddenly whisked away. "[y/n]!!" He runs as though his life depends on it because it kind of does. His legs are aflame as he leaps off the deck instantly, feeling the coolness of the ocean wash over him. He searches for what feels like eons underneath the darkening waves, and he feels his breath literally caught in his throat at the thought of you being too far gone. But finally, he sees the whisp of your hair and swims faster than before to gather you in his arms. When he does he holds you close to him, but his eyes widen at your unconscious state, willing him to resurface as quickly as possible.

When air touches his face again, he looks at you in his arms and fears the worst. "[y/n]!!" He shouts your name frantically willing your eyes to open as panic penetrates his mind, but finally, he sees your irises again. Relief fills his system at the sight of you spluttering water from your lungs and looking tiredly at the man in front of you. "S-Sanji." He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he hugs you tighter to him, letting out a laugh of relief. "Thank God, my love, you're safe." When he pulls you onto the deck, Chopper scurries to make sure you're alright, but as the ship moves further from the storm, you feel your energy seep back into your body. Though he tries to hide it, you witness the worry in Sanji's eyes as he moves quickly about you, giving you warm towels and soup. You smile at the gesture and pull him to sit next to you, holding his hand tight in reassurance. Despite your words of comfort and Sanji's absent-minded nods, he holds onto the fear he had mere moments ago and keeps his eye on you the rest of the day.

- Zoro -

You had been minding your own business. You had let the day lull into one of peace but decided to be productive in the last few hours of daylight. The day of surprisingly no foes or discrepancy brought one that could be spent doing the small tasks you had put off for several weeks now. You had finally cleaned out your wardrobe, added to your journal the abundance of adventures you underwent in the past month and were now taking the liberty of doing the laundry. The deck had been warm so you had used the sun's rays to the best of your ability, hanging clothes on strings in areas you thought it would be best to dry them. Among your subconscious thoughts, you hear the sudden yelling of voices from the kitchen and turn only to see the door wack open. "Damn cook!" You hear your boyfriend berate Sanji on something and witness as they make their way to the deck. "What did you say, mosshead?!" You roll your eyes at the sound of the usual arguments over something you couldn't decipher and turn back to the clothes in your basket continuing your task.

However, as you let yourself get whisked away to your thoughts, you fail to hear their footsteps approaching you closer, and they are too consumed by their irritation to notice you. "Shut up!" They suddenly start their flurry of movements, attacking the other, whether purposefully or not you didn't know, but you paid it no mind; they would resolve it as they usually did, or with Nami's wrath. However, as you turn away, you suddenly feel yourself knocked from the deck as a body is pushed into you. You fail to keep your balance, and suddenly you flip from beyond the railing and see the sky turn in your head. "W-wait!" You barely get the chance to take in a breath as cool water washes over you, and despite your shock, you feel the depths pulling you deeper. In your panic, you try to move, but the pace you move your limbs is fruitless as energy is lost with every passing second, and consciousness starts to seep away.

Zoro's eyes widen as he sees that though having successfully pushed Sanji away from him, he had in turn shoved him into you. And now, he witnesses failing arms as you fall from the deck into the ocean. His heart pounds. "Out of my way, idiot cook!" Zoro shoves Sanji from his place and dives into the water as if it were his second nature. Sanji curses his name, but once he realises your sudden absence from the ship he turns to the water quickly in his own concern. "[y/n]-san!?'" Zoro's only focus is getting you out of the water. He swims quickly to your sinking form but feels his heart race in his chest. He knows how easy it is to lose the one you loved, and he would be damned to have you lost to the sea because of something so stupid. When he finally has you in his arms he takes a millisecond to look at your passed-out face and feels himself panic as he rises to the surface. "[y/n]!!" He quickly tries to shake you awake, and almost holds his breath in anticipation. But finally, relief fills his senses as he sees you take in a shuddering breath, leaning heavily into him. "Zoro?"

Zoro lets out a sigh of relief as his heart rate returns to normal and the both of you get back on deck. He sits you gently on the ship as you gather air in your lungs and feel energy fill you once again. Zoro kneels before you and pushes wet strands of hair away from your face as you look up to see rare concern in his eyes. You smile and take the hand that reaches for your face. "Don't worry Zoro, m'fine." His eyes sharpen but he nods and tries to let his worry fade. Nami and Chopper quickly approach, having witnessed the series of events that had transpired. Chopper quickly goes to you but sees that you are okay after sitting with the sun's rays. However, Nami is less forgiving and quickly strikes both Sanji and Zoro's heads in her irritation. "You idiots!" After being struck, Sanji tries to apologise frantically to you, despite it sounding more like pushing the blame on Zoro. So, Zoro decides to finish him off with a punch to his ribs but despite himself, he settles and sits next to you. When you turn to him in question he merely says he feels tired and wishes to sleep. However, deep down he just wants to stay beside you and make sure you truly are safe and sound next to him.

[sashi-ya]

𝘗𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 "𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘖𝘋 𝘐𝘚 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌" one piece edition headcanons ⟢ law, zoro, ace & shanks

tw: mdni. suggestive language. pregnancy desires mentioned. cream pie implied. on a serious note, do not play this prank to your real life lovers, please. wait for a bleach and kaiju 8 version, too.

𝐋𝐀𝐖

No medical knowledge is enough for him to justify your lack of a period. Every possible cause stated at the same time inside his head, every cause but pregnancy… Completely in silence, that’s how he stayed the very first minutes after your told him. His cheeks lacked redness; his whole skin turned pale. Legs becoming weak, insides falling into a jail of anxiety.

A silence hug, that’s all he is able to do after who knows how many minutes. His nose buries on the crook of your neck, his hands fall slowly around your waist, hanging lifelessly into the small of your back… “I have no idea what is happening right now, but I promise I’ll be here forever…”

For a moment you wish that wasn’t just a prank but reality, just for a moment you stood there… quiet, kissing the crown of his head… You couldn’t laugh at that moment, not at all.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

“Zoro, I’m late” . “Huh? Where to? hurry up!”. “With my period???!”. “Tell your period to hurry up, then”

Zoro has no idea. Too sleepy to understand anyway. You explain, in the most simple words you could find until he finally understood.

He stood up. Shook the sleepiness off and walked towards you. For the very first time, his katana were left on the floor; Wado Ichimonji stopped being important.

“You are lying. I smell blood on you. But since you want it so bad, then, let me make that period real, real, real late…”

The next thing you knew, it was him carrying you like a sack of potatoes on his muscular shoulder to the room. Oh, when the King of Hell says it’s time… you better be prepared… 🙊

𝐀𝐂𝐄

“WHAT? ME????? A FATHER?????”. “Most probably, I told you should use protection …”

“No, but you- YOU TOLD ME?  YOU- NEVER MIND I DON’T CARE. MARCO!! POPS! IZOU! I MUST CALL LUFFY!!! OI!!!” . “ACE, ACE!! STOP!”

Ace couldn’t hold the excitement. You were unsure if that prank would be a good thing to do… after all, Ace hated his own blood… however, that reaction took you off guard. He ran through the Moby Dick, with cheeks as full of freckles as red from happiness. Orange hat flowing with the wind of such huge ship, the sound of his boots echoing with his steps.

“ACE, IT WAS JUST A PRANK! STOP!”

He stopped. Black locks curling with the breeze of the main deck. “I guess it’s better that way… after all, I am sure that baby might run the same fa-“ Ace suddenly felt trap of his own past once again, but your arms surrounded his frame to stop it.

“Shut up, or I’ll rip those freckles off you! now, get me pregnant. Right now”

“If you ask it that way, then I have no other choice miss…”

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

“do have you any idea how many women have told me that before?”

“don’t be a prick, shanks…” you mutter, you were fuming. That prank seemed to only show how much of a womanizer this man really is.

He walked towards you; red hair, as the blood that runs through your veins and your heart pumps, playfully danced on his forehead. His intense eyes, fixed on yours, made you weak, unable to breath properly.

“I know it’s a prank, do you think I wouldn’t tell? You aren’t made for lying, love… I just wanted a little revenge, you shouldn’t make my heart stop that way… you know how much I want it to be true, (Name)?” he whispers, grabbing you from your chin.

Lips crashed against yours; you couldn’t argue, you couldn’t protest… that man rules over you, and if he wants you pregnant, then… he will make it happen.

[captainyaps]

I never really shipped Odydio until last night 12am thinking about how Athena favoured Odysseus for his wits while for Diomedes his strength (though the two did not lack in the other quality, it just wasn’t their standout thing) and so together they are basically Athena Incarnate. Like, the unstoppable war machine Athena. All they need is someone who’s good at weaving and- oh would look at who it is! PENELOPE. ODYSSEUS’S WIFE. PENELOPE.

So yeah. Odydiolope (or some other better ship name) is literally Athena incarnate, the Athena trinity, the holy-god-fucking-shit-we’re-so-screwed duo on the battlefield, and the holy-god-fucking-shit-we’re-so-screwed girlboss trio at like… any other domestic setting.

[whenthewallfell]

Some of the supporting cast of the thg/rdr mashup! I was gonna wait until the proper portraits were done but got too impatient haha

(deets below the cut)

Haymitch Abernathy

Not much is known about who he was before coming to New Hanover - his youth, his family, and his name are all things he refuses to talk about. What is known is that he spent some time as a migrant worker, travelling the states until he eventually came into the employ of government official Coriolanus Snow as a gun-for-hire. Snow later granted him a homestead in Cumberland Forest, in what would become a precursor to the General Allotment Act.

Despite the close proximity and occasional trades with the Wapiti tribe, Haymitch rebuffs all offers of community, preferring to spend his days in solitude. Recently, however, Katniss has strongarmed her way into his life, using his house as a base of operations whether he wants her to or not.

Johanna Yau

Yau Qiuyue was born and raised in West Elizabeth to a railroad worker and his wife, until the Chinatown they lived in was burned down by locals. Qiuyue was one of the few survivors, taken to be sold to a brothel; the men were found dead a few days later with a hatchet buried so deep in one man's skull they couldn't pull it out. She reappeared travelling under the name Johanna Yau with a bounty hunter, Haymitch Abernathy, who took her under his wing and taught her how to handle firearms.

These days she's something of a local legend - a vigilante who wipes out gangs and deals brutal justice to those who target immigrant workers. Known as The Dragoness of West Elizabeth, she is sometimes accompanied by the woman journalist Cressida Mason, who chronicles (and embellishes) her deeds. They make for an odd couple, preferring each other's company to that of any hopeful suitors.

Euphemia Trinket

A somewhat naïve secretary of Snow's who was tasked with monitoring his investment in the new allotment project, Euphemia is required to make fortnightly checkups and send reports on Haymitch's progress with the homestead. The position, while offering more freedom and independence than she might find otherwise, is not without its downsides - the fashion and culture of New Hanover is severely lacking in her eyes, and she misses the hustle and bustle of Blackwater.

Originally, Effie believed that what they were doing was essential to the betterment of their native neighbours and their introduction into Civilised Society, but she is beginning to have doubts after seeing the true extent of Haymitch's depression and the living conditions on the nearby reservation.

Primrose

Sister and polar opposite to Katniss, Primrose is a sweet girl with a sunny disposition, growing into a fine healer under the tutelage of her mother. She's also an accomplished sewist who is fascinated by 'modern' fashion, and enjoys blending outside and Wapiti influences into her own clothing whenever she can. She sometimes offers to work on Effie's as well in exchange for fashion plates and fabrics from the city.

Despite her gentle manner, however, Prim is deeply stubborn and fiercely devoted to her tribe and family. She thinks Katniss' idea of shipping her off to some random faraway city is the stupidest thing she's ever heard, and isn't afraid to fight her sister every step of the way.

[reddesires]

Multiples Violation

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Mickey 17 AU)

Tag: 18+ content, smut, oral (f and m receiving), kissing, 2 Buckys, basically porn with plot lol, piv sex, unsafe sex, Bucky is deeply in love with reader, mentions of drugs, mentions of death/dying, human science experimentation, mentions of lack of bodily autonomy, cursing, slight violence, jealousy, Bucky being a horndog for Reader, Eiffel tower, happy ending!

Wordcount: 5350

A/n: Did I combine my top two interests? yes, yes, I did. I think I may have exceeded by own expectations with this fic and perhaps this one of my longest pieces that I've written so far? idk maybe. I enjoyed writing even though I took a break in-between since I felt lost with how to lead into the other half of this but I think it turned out decent lol

anyway, enjoy!

Back on earth, Bucky was a loser with nothing tying him down to it. He trusted the wrong people and landed himself in a precarious situation that could very well end with him dead in a landfill - all for a debt that he definitely knew he could never pay back.

So what better way of dealing with that situation than signing his life away, unwittingly.

Maybe he really should've read through the application before signing it off after all - it would've saved him the stress of not knowing he'd be a disposable employee.

But hey, on the bright side he avoided death's permanent embrace back on earth and exchanged it for a constant cycle of painful demise to be printed out again all in the name of the grand human expedition, Niflheim!

But yeah, no. It was not fun. Each death was painful, and the knowledge of the inevitable did not lessen the panic that instinctively reared its head.

He'd essentially become a labrat who had no bodily autonomy to the white coats that studied him every hour on the hour.

Bucky hated it, having to accept his morality and keep in mind that he'll be reprinted within the next 24 hours.

Then there was you. Devastatingly beautiful and all-in-one elite agent, you. You saw something in him that no one else did. You cared about the expendable who had nothing but the clothes on his back. 

Who absolutely thought every other person on the spaceship were dickheads who asked him, "What's it like to die?"- he never bothered to answer.

You made his otherwise empty and meaningless life on that damn ship worth it. You showed him that love can be found in the most unlikely of places. In a way, you made him glad to have signed onto the expedition because he wouldn't have met you, and that's saying something for sure.

Besides with all you do as an elite agent who acted as a soldier, a police officer and firefighter made him proud of his one and only job, made him feel a part of the team - or more like he was taking one for the team.

Bucky was utterly and hopelessly in love with you. You were in his one, and only since day one, the memory of the first day you two met vivid like a scene plucked out of a movie - full scale and explicit with lack for better words.

-

The crate he sat on pressed into the back of his thighs and buttocks, the slightest movement pinching his skin as he craned his neck upwards to meet your reverent kiss - your lips the softest he's ever tasted causing him to tighten his hold on your waist.

The cheers of the crowd a distant sound as he stood to press you down on the crate, so he's in between your supple thighs. Your giggle pulled a breathless chuckle from him as he took your breast into his hand, massaging and pinching your nipple to hear those delicious moans that fall from your mouth.

Muffling the sound as he crashes his lips against yours, tasting you as he explores your mouth with the experience of a man discovering heaven for the first time. 

Your legs tremble and your back arches as he pushes the back of your thigh to your chest, his hand trailing in between your bodies - a broken gasp filling the air as his fingers graze over your clit.

His cock twitched relentlessly as he looked up and was met with your hooded eyes and flushed cheeks, you were an angel who walked along these shitty spaceship halls and worked jobs that you far exceeded - an angel that he needed to know the taste of.

He descended down your body, keeping eye contact with you before his head hovered above your mound.

You smiled sweetly at him before threading your fingers into his hair and pushing him down to exactly where you needed him, and he let you because he was just as desperate to please you in that way. His hands gripped your hips as your legs fell open and he took your clit into his mouth, suckling on the bundle nerves - his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you pulled his hair and you breathlessly mewled his name.

Your slick coated his chin and he felt you clench around his fingers as he licked just above his fingers to your clit, your thighs clenched around his head instinctively, your hands clawing the crate beneath you.

"Oh God, Bucky!" He loved how you said his name, your voice like wind chimes against all the unpleasant sounds polluting this hunk of shit for a spaceship.

Your chest heaved as your thighs tightly squeezed, a high-pitched moan ripping from you as you reached your high. He didn't have a moment to catch his breath before you urgently pulled him from his kneeling position and pulled him on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist, his cock prodding your wet core.

"I want you, please, Bucky." You whispered against his agape mouth, your slick glistening on his lips.

He breathed deeply as he slid himself against your folds, coating his cock in your arousal before he pushed himself into you without a hitch, your wetness allowing him to smoothly enter your wet heat and the guttural groan that pulled from him was instinctive and utterly wrecked.

"Fuck.." He grunted, his hips jerking forward and his hands cradling the back of your head as he pushed his face into your neck.

The heat, the wetness, and your pleasured sounds were all clouding his senses and all he could think about is how much he wanted to cum right now.

He can feel the flush climbing up his neck as the tingling sensation at the base of his dick grew stronger, the urge to release the pressure building and muddling his mind. He needly grabbed your legs, pulling them over his shoulders, your thighs pressing your breasts up as he pounded into you.

His left hand gripped your throat with enough force to be pleasurable, his right circling into your clit chasing both of your highs. His breaths come out in hot huffs against your already heated skin before clenching his jaw tightly.

"Buck, I'm gonna -" He cut you off with a heated kiss before he pulled back with furrowed brows. "I know, sweetheart. Me too -"

You threw your head back, your hands grasping the back of his head desperately as your orgasm crashed over you. As soon as he felt his leftover restraint snap, he bit down on your shoulder, his hands pushing the back on your thighs against your body as his hips pressed into you deeper, warm ropes of his pleasure coating the inner walls of your cunt.

He could hear the last of the announcement in the mess hall - something about banning all sexual activities on the ship. Well shit, there's no stopping him now that he's gotten a taste of you, afterall some rules were just meant to be broken.

-

Speaking of rule breaking. This far exceeded that, setting the whole rule book on fire - this was a violation that would very much result in his permanent deletion.

They had gone ahead and printed his 18th variant thinking that he had died out there in the freezing fucking snow dunes. This bastard was printed 2 hours before he even showed up so now they're both fucked if anyone finds out that they're multiples.

"I've gotta kill you." Bucky 18 says roughly, grabbing his heavyweight that sat next to the bed.

"Like hell you are," Bucky snaps as he points at his multiple. "You should kill yourself if one of us has to die."

"Fuck that, I was just printed," 18 argues, circling around the bedroom. "I've barely had a life."

Bucky runs over the bed, yelling in protest. "Well, I was never dead, so you don't count," He hurries to the room door. "Go back to the cycler!"

18 quickly runs after him, reeling his arm back and throwing the weight at him, hitting him on the back of his skull with a hefty thump.

Bucky was down for the count as darkness enveloped his vision, his body slumping heavily.

Out of all the ways to go out, countless deaths he could have gone through, this was probably the second most infuriating way to die - the first being dying over and over from the air-borne virus he had to suffer through until they finally found the vaccine.

It wasn't fair first of all, he didn't die so he shouldn't have to be the one to jump into the cycler but unfortunately for him his duplicate was a psychopath who was just as scared of being a multiple.

How could this be his multiple? Bucky 18 was a piece of work.

He remembered when you told him about the different versions of himself; Bucky 3 was whiny and clingy, 9 was indecisive and 12 was pretty stoic and concerningly machine-esque but none of them were complete nutjobs like 18.

He was gonna kill 18 for thinking he can try to trash him in the cycler, the very thought pissed him off as his fingers circled around the weight that laid on the trash bag in front of him.

When 18 finally reached the cycler room, he crouched in front of the cycler that radiated heat from the lava below.

He seemed lost in thought as he looked down the hole - was he hesitating? What was doing through that fucker's head? He wasn't like him at all, he seemed like an entirely different person by comparison..

Did the transfer of his personality traits fuck up this time around when it came to 18?

The questions caused him to hesitate as he held the weight above him, intending to smash it over 18's head.

18's head snapped back swiftly, causing Bucky to freeze, his body locking up instinctively as he made eye contact with his own blue eyes.

It was creepy and it sent shivers down his spine, this version seemed to have more of a backbone and a taste for bloodlust as 18 slaps him followed by a punch to the stomach before he pushes Bucky over the cycler.

Bucky holds onto the ledge, preventing 18 from pushing him further down the hole. "Half it! half it!" He struggles to say.

18 grips onto Bucky's neck. "What?" He grunts, pausing.

"Half it, half!" Bucky breathlessly said, his fingers still gripping the edge of the cycler. "I'll half it with you,"

18 stares down at him, Bucky continues. "I'll half the rations. We could split the workload, too," He says quickly. "And we can take turns dying." Bucky hopes this asshole can hear reason in this suggestion. He really didn't want to die. Not like this, definitely not like this.

18 tightens his grip, pushing against Bucky's neck towards the hole, Bucky grunts loudly, tightening his hold. "And you're 18, so you can take all the even numbers," he negotiates rapidly. "And I-I'll just cover, like, 19, 21, and the odd numbers."

18 sneers out with a glare. "Are you afraid to die?" 

Bucky nods against 18's grip around his neck. "Kinda, yeah." 

"You died plenty of times. What are you so scared of?" 18 asks, a mocking edge to his tone.

"Until now, I died, and I was just born again, you know?" Bucky gulps deeply. "It felt like it was me continuing on," he takes shallow quick breaths. "But now, once I die, it'll be over for me. It'll be you living on. You get what I mean?"

18 squints incredulously, removing his hands from Bucky's neck pulling back, allowing Bucky to sit up. "I don't like you," he raspily says "You're such a little bitch."

Bucky points at 18, a self deprecated smile on his lips. "But I'm you."

"I'm not you," 18 says pointedly. "I'm not gonna live like you. I'm gonna kill you!" 18 lunges forward, pushing Bucky back. Bucky screams panickedly, his arms and legs spreading outward to hold onto the cycler's ledges.

18 looks back quickly as he hears the oncoming cleaner whistling down the hall towards the cycler room. He grabs Bucky, pulling him up and dragging him to hide off somewhere out of sight.

They watched silently as the cleaner traded off the pure uncut oxy. 

18 leaned over Bucky, his weight pressing the other man down before he finally tried to shove him with annoyance. 18 smacked him on his head injury in retaliation, causing Bucky to hiss in pain.

"Fuckin asshole, that hurt!" he whispered aggressively, 18 only tilted his head at the scene playing out infront of them.

Bucky wasn't all too interested. Instances like these happen more often than anyone was willing to admit.

A little diluted oxy to take off the edge when relaxing in your cabin was fine and dandy but the pure, uncut stuff was not only highly addictive but hard to come by, seeing as you could only retrieve them from their allotted flamethrowers. 

Two Oxyzofol capsules per flamethrower. And you'd better hope you don't get caught by weapons. They were possessive of their weaponry.

"Shut up, 17." Bucky glared before he heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs from the floor above.

"What the fuck is going on here?" You. Your voice resonated throughout the cycler room with authority as you caught sight of the dealers, your co-worker following close behind.

"Are you serious, Pip? Again?" You asked with exasperation dripping off your tone, your hand snatching the oxy capsule from his hand. He stammered with excuses, but you stared back with an unmoved expression.

Bucky practically swooned at the sight of you. He loved that look on you, the look you gave when you didn't want to deal with bullshit.

You were so hot in your agent uniform, your pants fitted just right hugging your hips and your weapon holsters snugly wrapped around your thighs, accentuating the suppleness of them.

His eyes trailed up above him, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he looked at 18 and the way his multiple bit down on his lip, the former’s eyes taking in the sight of you confirmed his fear. His counterpart also was majorly attracted to you, as every other him before him did.

It only pissed him off further, his elbow rearing back and ramming into 18's stomach, causing the other man to stumble back.

18 recollected himself within a split second, his fist coming down on Bucky's head right where his injury lay, again. He swears that he has a concussion as he feels his vision blur around the edges.

During their small scuffle, your voice called out in confusion.

"Anyone there?" Bucky held his breath, stilling in fear. Oh God, no. You can't see both of them here, there's too many people here.

Before he could react, 18 stumbles out within your line of sight.

"Bucky? Baby, what're you doing here?" You ask softly, your head tilting slightly in confusion.

18 walked closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. "I was asked to throw out some scrap. Did I miss something?" 

Your hand trailed up 18's back with affectionate concern. "No, everything's fine, but you should've stayed in bed," you sigh lightly, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "It's only been a couple of hours since you've been printed."

18 chuckles, shaking his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I should’ve."

Your co-worker turned to you, his hands holding onto the cuffs of the cleaner. "Y/n, you should take Bucky home," he sighs. "I'll wrap everything up once I get Pip to detainment."

You nod, a smile on your lips. "Yes, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." You wave, walking off with 18.

Your flirty smile and fluttering lashes are directed at 18 as the two of you walk back towards the cabin area.

His heart is pounding wildly in his ears as he catches sight of the way 18 is fondling your ass with no shame whatsoever, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers sweet nothings to you as if he wasn't a walking violation.

No, no, no. That bastard was practically drooling over you as you seductively whispered that you were in the mood for your preferred position of the night.

Bucky breathing picked up as he sulked along the walls, hidden from view as he followed the pair of you, a string of curses falling from his mouth as he watched 18 growl in your ear and pulled your hips into him.

Your giggles high pitched in giddiness. "This isn't like you, Bucky!" Yeah, because it wasn't him. It was an asshole version of him - he thought somberly.

He looked on as you laughed, running up the staircase with 18 close on your heels, intending to follow close behind to prevent what he feared most.

But just as he was about to ascend the staircase, his name was called and he was dragged off away from you - the light dying behind his eyes and his soul floating out of his body from devastation.

This is the moment he dies. That asshole's grubby hands are gonna be all over your beautiful body.. he could just sob in jealousy right now.

'My beautiful y/n..'

Today was definitely ranked numero uno for the worst day of his life, and he was gonna kill 18 for it.

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The cabin room’s door rattled as he slid it back, stepping into the room. His jaw was clenched, and his shoulders taut as he mentally prepared to fully walk into the bedroom area. He could already imagine the image of himself towering over your nude body, 18’s hands gripping the fullness of your hips as he kissed up your neck towards your kiss, bruised lips.

He took a deep breath as he ripped off the metaphorical band aid of fumbling nerves, stepping past the wall into clear view of their bed but instead of being met with the dreaded view of your naked body intertwined with 18's, his eyes widen as your hands cup his cheeks with both awe and a soft eagerness.

"17," you breathe out, your eyes wide. "I knew this would happen eventually."

The bathroom door slides open, revealing a shirtless 18, his counterpart looking him up and down with an amused smirk.

"Stand next to each other," you say, your hand reaching for 18 and pulling him closer to Bucky.

"Take this off, buck." Your hands undo the buttons on his shirt, his eyes dropping to your movement in confusion. "What?" 

"I want you to look the same." You smile, helping him lift his shirt up his arms and off his body.

Your mouth drops in astonishment as 18 chuckles and drapes his arm around Bucky's shoulders, Bucky only looks between you and 18 with furrowed brows, his confusion permeating off of him in waves.

This situation couldn't be more bizarre, and he's as frazzled as could be with his whole jealously over himself touching you, but this isn't at all how he thought you would react. He expected you to be scared or perhaps anxious, but you're more on the fascinated and excited spectrum.

He does that knot of nervousness in his chest loosen, his head dropping to where your hand laid, smooth and warm on his pec, his eyes trailing back up to meet yours.

Your smile is affectionate and bright, your eyes glowing with a light that's only reserved for him.

"Y/n.. h-how are you so calm about this?" His voice carries that tinge of uneasiness, his hand instinctively gripping your hand. "This is a Multiples Violation. I-I’m good as dead!"

You shake your head. "Not if they don't know, besides," You look between the two of them. "18 told me that you guys sorted this out already."

Bucky bottom lip juts out as his eyes narrow at the other man, 18 blinks lazily, ignoring his stare intentionally.

"Eat half, work half," you say sternly, pointing at the pair. "Alternating deaths, evens and odds." You sigh lightly as you brush your hair behind your ear.

"I can't bear the thought of either of you dying for good, so I'll feed you both as often as I can," your voice determined, and your stare just as strong. "So be good boys, and don't fight."

18 smiles slyly, nodding, and it makes Bucky want to punch him square in the ear just cause.

You clap your hands together with a finality. "Good system. Now chill." You say, walking to the other side of the room.

Your hands unbutton your pants and slide it down your smooth legs with an air of unbothered ness, though your form carried a hint of exhaustion from a day that dragged on too long.

He felt guilty that at a time like this, the sight of your bare legs shot right down to his dick and he wanted nothing more than to have you bent over your shared bed

The only problem was the piece of shit sitting right next to him now. 18 leaning back on his hand with his legs, man-spread as his eyes trailed over your half-naked body with a hunger he was all too familiar with.

There wasn't a time that you and him didn't have your hands on each other, with your responsibilities as an agent and his constant trips to the lab to be experimented on, there was long periods of not being able to have alone time and he already felt deprived of your touch. he's not sure if he had the willpower to put off sex while his multiple was around, even though the thought of sharing you was off putting..perhaps he could adapt.

18 was still him despite their differences, though there were obvious gaps in personalities, 18 would know every kink and cranny of you as he did. It could be beneficial.

The bed dipped as you knelt in between the two of them, Bucky's hand settling on your lower back, his fingers soothing that persistent ache you often carried after a long day of work.

You sigh contentedly before humming when 18 massages the nape of your neck affectionately.

Bucky can admit that 18 was quite soft when it came to you despite thinking he's an asshole - he can see 18 loved you too, there wasn't a doubt about it.

"My boys, you're too sweet.." Your voice drips with a sweetness that settles deep in their bones, your body pliant under their touch.

He can feel himself getting harder at how breathlessly you say it and he closes his eyes as he breathes in deeply, it's crazy just how much of a sex fiend he is since he's been with you. It's unfair how you're laying right in front of him in just your small panties and your lacy black bra - the straps falling off your shoulders in that way that just drives him insane.

His eyes trail to 18 and their gazes meet, they share a knowing look - Knowing in a way that their resistance is thinning. Yeah, they certainly are counterparts for damn sure with how in sync their train of thought is.

Easy as breathing, they were kissing up the length of your back, your body tensing at the unexpected moment, a shudder running up your spine. He grows tired of being subtle as his hands grip your hips, jutting you upwards on your knees, your ass pressed against his hard on.

18 slides in front of you as he kissed from the crook of your neck to your mouth, a surprised gasp tumbling from your parted lips. 18's tongue gliding along your bottom lip before he tentatively pulled you deeper into the kiss.

Your breathing picked up as you felt Bucky's knowing hands expertly undid your bra, the piece falling from your chest, and he didn't waste a second before his hand smoothes over your torso to your breasts. His top half leaned over you as his fingers tweaked your nipples, his print deviously pressed harder into the curve of your ass.

You moaned into 18's mouth, your hand gliding from his bare chest down to his crotch, his brows furrowing in a pleasured expression.

"I don't know about you, 18," Bucky says lowly, one hand playing from your nipple and the other traveling to between your legs, pushing your panties to the side "but I think our girl needs some stress relief."

18 grins against your lips before he moves to your neck, licking and nipping the sensitive skin right under your ear.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." He answers back, his smile only widening as Bucky's fingers graze over your sensitive clit, teasing you with light touches, your moans becoming whimpers of pleading.

"Is that what you want, baby?" Bucky whispers down to you, watching as 18 grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye."Go on, sweetheart. Answer him." 18 smugly says, kissing your cheeks.

Your breath comes out in shudders as you try to answer through the pleasure that resonated from your clit, Bucky's fingers now relentless against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Plea-please, I want it. More than anything!" Your desperation bleeds through your words, fumbling fingers and pleading eyes.

You were absolutely beautiful in this light, so wrecked and so pliable and under their mercy. During the day, you were so full of strength and a pillar of reliability but at night, in your shared bed, you were so pleading and gorgeously disheveled in your display of pleasure, just the way he loved it.

Bucky groans as he presses himself harder into you, his lips trailing down your back. He was so turned on that he didn't know just how much more he could take. Your wetness coated his fingers as he played with your clit, your legs quivering and your hips twitching as you felt yourself edging closer to that release.

A strong moan ripped from your mouth as 18 took your nipple into his mouth, his other hand giving equal attention to your other breast. "Oh my God!" Your hands gripping onto 18's shoulders to keep balance from falling forwards.

"Come on, baby. I know you're close." Bucky's voice comes out rough as his arm wraps around your waist, keeping you pushed up against his hips, his fingers unyielding as he pushes his middle finger into your core, the heel of his palm slapping against your clit causing your eyes to roll back and your moans to come out ragged.

"Please! Don't stop!" They don't. They know the tell-tale signs of your orgasm, the way your voice pitches, and the way your body tenses so deliciously.

Your back arches, your hands clutching 18 closer to your chest desperately and a broken shriek escapes you as you cum, your legs trembling and your mouth falling open as you try catching your breath.

18 litters your face with soft kisses, your eyes fluttering, and a satisfied smile graces your lips, breathing out a sigh as you feel Bucky massages your hips and the side of your thighs.

"You did good, baby doll." 18 says, brushing back your hair from your damp forehead.

Your hand reaches back for Bucky's hand, and he readily takes it, kissing your knuckles with a reverent affection. "It's your turn, boys"

They gaze at you for a second before slightly leaning to the side to share a look - 18 raises a brow, a question that Bucky knows the answer to, he nods to the former.

"If you say so, baby." Bucky chuckles as he lifts you upright, positioning you just right so the both of them can tower over you.

Bucky standing behind you and 18 positioned right in front of your face, his groin at eye level with you.

Your fingers pulled down the waistband of his pants slowly, enjoying the way 18 looks down with a look of anticipation and eagerness, his teeth biting down on his plush bottom lip. Finally his cock was free of his boxers, bouncing up and erect just for you and you don’t waste so much time, kissing his tip.

It was the exact replica of Bucky's, the two sharing every detail possible with the other. From the veins that adorned their solid dicks to the very specific color of their tips and as you licked the bead of precum that beaded like a small pearl on the slit, it tasted exactly the same.

Bucky watched as you kissed and kitten licked at his multiple's cock and he couldn't help the small cloud of jealousy brewing inside of him but a smirk pulled at his lips as he pushed himself into you with no warning, a self satisfied feeling washing over him as you gasped in sudden pleasure, your hand gripping the bed's comforter.

They both released a guttural groan as Bucky bottomed out in your tight pussy and 18 felt the way your warm tongue licked up his length before taking him into your mouth.

There was a moment of respite, a moment to take in the pleasure before the tension became too much.

Bucky's movements jolted you forward causing you to fully take 18's cock in your mouth, the sounds of both your wet mouth and pussy resonated off the wall of the bedroom.

You were filled on both ends and they could see just how fucked out you were, the way your eyes watered from the pleasure and the undeniable way that they've completed and utterly ruined you.

"That's our good girl." 18 mutters, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, smiling at the way your lashes flutter up at him as you suck on his cock.

"Taking us so well," Bucky grunts, his hand coming down and slapping the curve of your ass just the way you like it, biting his lip at the way you moaned at the sensation.

Bucky's tip kept hitting that soft and gummy spot of yours, his dick twitching at the way you clenched around him. "Fuck, pretty girl, If you keep squeezing me that-" he moaned, his arms wrapping around your stomach. "I'm gonna cum.." You squeeze him again, your ass tilting up as if to take him in deeper.

"It's too good -" 18 grunts, his fingers caressing your cheek. "You gonna take it, beautiful? My cum?" He says to you sweetly, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear as if he isn't fucking down your throat and you nod, a whimper of want emitting from you.

Bucky's hands grip onto your hips tighter. "And I'm gonna fuck my cum into this tight pussy, baby," he kisses your lower back. "You want that, yeah?" You nod, your whimpers only increasing as your eyes welled with tears. You were so close and all your senses were filled by them everywhere and it was so pleasurable that it was overwhelming.

"Okay, sweetheart, that's it." 18 groans as he slightly pulls back so he can see how his cum pools onto your tongue and you willingly swallow every drop with eagerness.

Bucky quickly pulls you up against him, your back pressed to his chest as his hips desperately rut into you. "Take it like a good girl!" He whispers in your ear, his hand pressed into your throat and his lips kissing into your neck before he groans loudly, cumming deeply into your pussy. Your moan practically, a scream as you cum right along with him, your cunt violently clenching around his cock milking him dry.

The room is filled with heavy pants and reeked of sex as you all dropped onto the bed unceremoniously. All is quiet until you finally speak.

"Oh my God.." 

They all breathlessly laugh in disbelief, staring up at the ceiling. "I could get used to this." There's a hum of agreement. A shared sentiment. 

Looks like most rules are okay to break after all. Violation or not.

[mx24]

Thoughts on Krusielle?

YES!! KRUSIELLE!! big fan of it, probably my top ship alongside just Suselle, Krusie, n Kriselle

i think for Kris, their relationship here w Susie n Noelle isn't as... obvious? for lack of better words lmao. theyre arospec, imo. they probably very rarely would call either of em their girlfriends, BUT. they don't mind if Suz or Noelle call them their partner.

further breakdown of my thoughts n own interpretations of their relationships w each other

Kris n Susie, their relationship is more casual, and they wouldn't always have the expectations of each other that you'd see in a usual relationship. they're best friends, w some other stuff goin on that you can't not call gay as fuck though. post-Deltarune, i think Susie'll open up more to bein comfortable with displays of affection (hugs, hand-holdin, etc yget th picture), which... still isn't always Kris' style. n she's fine w that. they're more often th one to engage in such displays when they feel ready. could see her finally openin her arms wide n she just wraps them up in her jacket while they start playin a game or some shit. she's still 100% th kinda person t just shake them, drag them along, noogie em n shit though. i think queerplatonic could be a fittin label for them

Kris n Noelle... their relationship is Something. it'll always be different from simply Partner and Girlfriend, or Just Friends, but they'll always be inexplicably tied in a way where they can't NOT be together. too complex of a past to put an exact name on what they have, but honestly i don't think they'd care very much to try, anyways. i think Noelle probably more often is the one to give hugs and stuff, while Kris shows their affection by like. pranks, scaring her, helping out, and stuff like that. kinda like how they were when they were younger. just a bit different now.

Susie and Noelle! girlfriend n girlfriend, hugs n kisses, yknow, the usual stuff you'd expect in a relationship, i think. it's cute as hell. while Susie is hesitant with romance, i think she really starts to open up with Noelle

overall, i think they're all super important to each other, and the three of em would care for one another in a way that, for the most part, is not easily definable by just friends OR romantic partners

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Do you think twst has any chance to make at least one fan ship canon? Like for example they hint on someone from nrc main cast is dating, or even something deeper with yuu. Or absolutely nothing of that happens because it's a disney game at the end?

No way, absolutely not 😂 They'll always tease it, but never actually commit to it. That's why Ace has an ex and not a current girlfriend (the other part of it is just him being an asshole). That's why Eliza/the Ghost Bride doesn't actually marry Idia; only expresses an interest in him but ultimately settles for someone else. That's why Vil has several adoring fans but those fans are not depicted as gunning for him as their boyfriend/husband (when the most crazed of fans irl would). That's why Lilia confessed to Maleanor but she chose someone else and later died (while the other person Lilia "loves", Raverne, went missing), thus "freeing" Lilia up. That's why Cater always talks about cute girls (and even fellow peers) but doesn't go out of his way to act on those flirtations. This has less to be with "oh, it's Disney" and more to do with the genre of the game (joseimuke). If anything, I feel like people might expect there to be canonized romance because it's Disney--a company closely associated with happily ever afters and fairy tales--not expect no canonized romance. However, a joseimuke game often presents characters in a platonic or questionably platonic light so the players can project whatever relationships with the characters they wish, whether that’s between the character and themselves, between the character and an OC, or between character and character. To canonize a "love interest" for a character hampers the self-insert appeal for fans of that character. There have been multiple instances of gacha fanbases becoming upset when the games try to introduce a "canon" or even a “rival” love interest for a beloved waifu, husbando, etc. because it makes fans of the now "taken" character feel ignored, rejected, or generally (for lack of a better term) "cheated on". That goes for shipping between the player or an OC and the character as well as shipping the characters with one another. This would also potentially upset the fans who headcanon the characters as a certain sexuality and/or with a certain dynamic in mind. I'd imagine Twst would want to avoid this at all costs, as it causes drama in the fandom and could eat into their profit margins.

I'm also very much against the idea that one character will be the romantic "end game" for Yuu. I often see one particular character (who shall not be named, as I do not want to stoke unnecessary discourse) being hawked as "the canon love interest", but if I'm being honest those kinds of claims make me uncomfortable. In stating one character is "the canon love interest" (even as a joke), it unintentionally invalidates those who don't wish to be forced to "be" with that character, and especially if they have a preference for someone else. This would be even worse if ever canonized; fans of that ship will rejoice but everyone else would be dissatisfied. Again, it just hinders the self-insert design of joseimuke games and is extremely counterintuitive in that regard.

[kiyo-cant-write]

hey! sorry if i'm bothering, but can I request Silver and a Cinderella-inspired Yuu? I just think it would be really cute and I couldn't get the thought out of my head at all! thanks in advance and have a good day!

silver w/ cinderella!reader ✧･ﾟ

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This is a cute idea!! I loved Disney's Cinderella as a kid (all three movies). I had an idea for this and I went with it, please let me know if I should make a secondary part to this or if you'd like another aspect of a "Cinderella" Yuu to be explored.

Because of a lack of preference expressed, the reader is gender-neutral in this post (my default mode of writing). I'm getting better at checking, though. Don't want another accidentally making a male Yuu they/them again (sobs).

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Summary: Silver meets someone from Royal Sword Academy at a joint school event that ultimately becomes a friend... or something more? Either way, Sebek won't shut up about it. (Silver with a Cinderella-inspired reader).

TW/CW: This is continued here.

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader

Guest Stars: Sebek Zigvolt

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Silver

Silver has no specific opinions when he first meets [Name]. His judgments are regarding threats to Malleus, not personal thoughts.

Over time, he begins to notice that [Name] is a nice person.

Not only that, but they are more genuine than the average NRC student. It's almost a bit uncanny in the beginning.

Silver does not approach [Name] first and will need to be pursued by them or (essentially) have a meet-cute with them.

Provided one of those things happens, Silver does not mind being the friend of this nice and soft-tempered person.

They do not seem to be a threat to Malleus, so he trusts them.

Silver admires [Name]'s ability in the kitchen and with housework as both tasks were struggles for Lilia when Silver was a child.

He may ask to help you in the kitchen to learn more about food.

His taste buds are a bit damaged from Lilia's cooking.

Despite this, he is eager to learn and make better food for his dorm and family alike. He will praise his teacher as well.

Silver is a bit dense when it comes to his own emotions.

Between falling asleep at bad times and lacking emotional experiences that would make him understand "romantic" endeavors, Silver only looks the part of a fairy tale prince.

He is more likely to enter a comfortable dynamic with his potential love interest than profess his undying love for them suddenly.

A confession from Silver comes after a long period of friendship followed by a longer period of ???-ship in which everyone thinks the two are dating except for them.

Silver later realizes that [Name]'s inner strength and gentle soul are what made him care for them as much as he does.

Looking down at the light-haired sophomore, [Name] wondered what he was dreaming about. How could someone fall asleep in this field when there was so much music from the joint-campus festival? It seemed a bit odd, even for a mage school. [Name] could only think of one student at RSA whose sleeping habits were even remotely similar.

"Pardon me... Are you okay?" they asked again, crouching down and leaning over to observe his expression.

He's really not waking up...

He was rather... princely. A beauty if there ever was one. Sleeping in this field with his hair gently tousled from however he'd ended up this way... His eyes were closed and his breathing slowed.

[Name] could think of a few classmates who might call him a prince.

As they watched him, debating on whether to call out to him again, they noticed the small bunch of animals that had appeared near the boy. There were two birds, a bluebird and a cardinal, as well as a small rabbit with white fur and red eyes.

How sweet...

What [Name] wasn't expecting was to lose their balance suddenly, falling without time to save anyone from the impact. It was in that instant that the boy woke up and swiftly, in one motion, pulled [Name] close to him to prevent them from crushing the animals that had been observing him.

However, that act of kindness left the two of them in a bit of a compromising position for two strangers to be in...

Footsteps were heard growing faster with every passing second.

[Name]'s face burned red at the closeness even if there was no lustful intentions behind the resulting position. It was for the animals, it wasn't toward them of all people! This boy didn't know them.

"SILVER!?? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" a voice asked quite loudly as he approached the two of them. "HOW DARE YOU, HUMAN!!!!"

Silver sighed.

He was human too. Wasn't he?

Truthfully, despite being raised by a fairy, Silver thought that Sebek needed to change his attitude even if just a tad. They did go to what amounted to a majority human school. Didn't they? It was inappropriate.

"Sebek, be quiet," Silver replied, hesitating to move lest he make the situation even more compromising, "Are you alright?"

The second part of his statement was toward the fallen [Name]. They blinked a few times before nodding, trying to get to their feet without injuring themself or "Silver" (as they had learned from the louder boy, "Sebek"). They did not succeed.

Where do you put your hands in this situation? They didn't want to make it worse. Lost in the moment, they could only nod to Silver.

This is definitely something to add to my journal...

"I'm fine, thank you for protecting the animals," [Name] told Silver.

A serious expression graced Silver's face.

"I wouldn't want them to get hurt, they're innocent."

This was Silver's personal sentiment as a knight and as the little boy who played in the woods for many formative years of his life.

"SILVER. DETACH YOURSELF FROM THAT HUMAN AT ONCE."

Sebek was... persistent.

Yes... Let's go with that word rather than the couple of insults that buzzed around Silver's mind at that moment. Sebek should, in an ideal world, know better than to be rude to a stranger, a guest at their school no less.

"Right," Silver replied, standing instantly before helping [Name] to their feet before stepping away from them.

It all happened so quickly that [Name] wasn't sure how he'd done it.

"I apologize for that," Silver told them, looking just a tad sheepish, "It was not behavior befitting a knight to my Master. I hope you will forgive me."

[Name] was at a loss for words once more. Master? Knight?

"It's okay," they assured, unsure what else to say.

But, really, it was fine. No harm done. If it was for the animals then it was well worth it. Silver hadn't had any perverse thoughts by it. It was a little awkward but all's well that ends well. That was their thought.

Silver nodded for the second or perhaps the third time in the interaction as he gave Sebek a look (this made Sebek's harsh anti-human glare lessen ever-so-slightly).

"Once again, I apologize to you..." Silver trailed off, "Ah, I don't believe I've even introduced..."

In the two seconds Silver paused, Sebek cut him off.

"This is Silver and I am Sebek Zigvolt. Guards to Malleus-sama, we are here to ensure his safety," Sebek explained as if reciting something that had been taught to him from a young age.

"That we are," Silver agreed, "And you are..?"

"[Full Name]," [Name] answered, "A pleasure to meet you."

"Of course," Silver spoke, shooting a look at Sebek who was still glaring daggers at [Name] from earlier, "We have to leave now, but maybe we'll cross paths again."

A smile graced [Name]'s lips as they nodded.

What an interesting pair.

Unknown to [Name], Silver would think back on their encounter that night. Perhaps that was a first for him. It would be something for his father to tease him about for the rest of eternity, he supposed.

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Imagine the rest yourself~

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